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  • Very Cummy Handjob

    Today I woke up super horny.

    I haven’t had a release in a couple of week because my regular fuck buddies, Alex, Alex’s boyfriend and the Married Guy are all occupied over the Xmas break.  With no potential to hook up with those guys, I jumped on Grindr to see if anyone wanted to hang out in speedos for an hour or two this afternoon.  Usually I can host, but that is off the cards with people dropping in and out of my house randomly this time of year.

    My Grindr pic is of me in my red AussieBum speedos (if pic not visible here, check it out on my blog).  A few minutes after starting the mobile app, I received a message from a guy exactly my age, with a pic of his package in a black speedo.  The guy, lets call him Dan, complimented me on my speedos.

    Bit of back and forth and Dan said he’d love to have me over.  Ten minutes later, I was ringing Dan’s doorbell.

    He opened the door wearing the same black speedo he was in the message and he looked fucking hot!!!

    We walked into the living room of his townhouse and I said I should probably show him my red speedos in person.  I took off my shirt, dropped my shorts and now we were both standing there wearing nothing but our speedos.  We started making out and we were both horny in no time.

    I was hungry for cock so I pushed Dan back on the couch and got on my knees between his legs.  I started licking his cock through the lycra of his speedo.  This is a turn on for me whether I’m giving or receiving and Dan was enjoying it.  Usually I do this until the guy pull his cock out from behind the lycra of his speedo and begs me to suck it proper but Dan asked me to make him cum in his speedo.

    Dan’s moaning was getting louder and louder but at first there was no evidence of his orgasm.  Then, slowly, his jizz started oozing through the lycra of his speedo around the outline of the head of his cock.

    The front of Dan’s speedo was a cummy mess by the time his breathing subsided.  He was packing a big load.

    Now it was my turn.  We traded places, now I was sitting on the couch, legs spread with Dan between them looking at my cock stretching the front of my speedos.  After getting him off I was full hard and ready to go.  My red AussieBum speedos are more of a nylon material so not as slippery as lycra and no as suitable for rubbing.  I freed my cock by pulling it out the leg of my speedos.

    Dan’s left hand grabbed the base of my cock and then with his right hand he reached into the front of his cum soaked speedos.  He brought out a handful of his cum and slid it down my cock using his cum to lube up my cock.  With both hands, Dan worked my cock like an expert.

    Not surprisingly, I was cumming in no time.

    Dan paused for a few seconds as I came to climax but while my cock was still spasming and oozing cum, he started stroking my cock now with my cum adding to his as lube.

    I can’t remember the last time I came twice in succession but Dan didn’t let my cock soften at all.  All that cum was making some slurping and sloshing sounds and felt amazing.  Dan asked me to tell him when I was getting close, I had no idea what he had in mind and I was enjoying the sensation of both his hands working my cock up and down and around and owwwww, it felt good.

    As per his request, I told Dan that I was getting close and to my surprise he put my very cummy cock in his mouth and was sucking and licking up all that man juice.  That was definitely enough to put me over the edge and I started cumming for the second time, this time down Dan’s throat.

    When my cock finally stopped squirting out jizz I looked down at Dan who was still licking up cum from the base of my cock.  He really loved it.

    Unfortunately, Dan is moving out of state in a weeks time otherwise I’m sure this would have become a regular thing.  I might make a few more cum deposits in the next week or so before he leaves.


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  • Tommy, Again

    Jen came out on the deck, where I was cleaning up the deck chairs, with the phone in her hand.

    “Phone call honey, I don’t recognize the voice” she said as she handed me the phone.

    “Thanks Babe it’s probably some one from work.  Hello, Josh here.”

    “Joshua James Julian, this is your wicked, evil past catching up with you.”

    “TOMMY!  Oh my god, Tom Donaldson, TOMMY! It’s been ages bro; god I’ve missed you…where are you?”

    Tom and I shared a dorm suite our last two years of college. We became great friends despite our different personalities. Tom is outgoing, gregarious and the life of the party while I was the quiet one and at most times, shy.  Knowing and living with Tom had loosened me up and brought me out of my shell.  I’m quite comfortable now in most all social settings.  I’m even the team lead on my job, supervising a team of eight.

    In my two years living with Tom I developed an embarrassing man crush on him, I wasn’t gay but looking at a naked Tom every day had me thinking some weird thoughts.  I loved his hard, well developed body with it’s covering of dark hair.  His hairy forearms and legs could make me hard if I stared at them long enough. His package looked to be about average judging from my very limited experience in seeing naked men.

    Tom’s hairy body reminded me of my Dad when I was little. I remember going to sleep sitting in Dad’s lap in his recliner and laying my head on his naked, hairy chest,  I still remember the way my Dad smelled. Sleeping on his hairy chest and his scent were my best memories of him. My Dad died when I was 10 in an auto accident and my Mom never remarried. I asked her once why she wouldn’t date when I was 16 or 17, she got a far away look in her eyes and said that she had married the man of her dreams in my Dad and no one else could measure up.

    “Tommy, Where are you. “

    “I’m still in Chicago Josh; I’ve been searching the internet trying to find you and finally got the hit today.   My girlfriend and I are flying to California and I thought we might stop off in Boulder and spend some time with you.   So Josh, are you married yet?”

    “No but Jen and I have been together for over a year year now, that was her that answered the phone.  So Tommy, when will you be here, this is exciting!”

    I wrote down the dates and times and started making a list of things we could do.  Jen and I had already made plans to drive through The Rocky Mountain Park, stop in Estes Park and have lunch at The Stanley, one of the famous old hotels up there.  We decided that we’d do that with Tom and Emily while they were here. 

    We met them at the airport in Denver, Emily and Jen introduced themselves as Tommy and I hugged and both talked at the same time…finally he remembered and introduced us. We chattered like magpies the whole way back to our house in Boulder.  Once we were there Emily and Jen were talking like sisters in the living room while Tommy and I went out on the deck. We drank beer and talked for hours, remembering all the good times we had shared.

    After a few hours I felt my old Tommy crush coming back on me with a vengeance. I never thought of it as being gay back then at college,   I just knew how being with Tom made me feel.  When I would see him undress and walk naked to and from our shower he made my cock get hard. I took to wearing a jock strap as underwear because it held my cock down when seeing him gave me an erection. He commented on the jock strap once asking why I wore it. I passed it off blaming the girl I was dating and he laughed. I remember thinking what he said next was odd when he looked at me and said…

    “Damn Josh, here I was thinking it was me that caused you to have those boners.”

    I remember blushing when he said that.   I just couldn’t let him know how right he was.  Now, here we sat nearing ten years since college, neither of us had married, although we both had a succession of live in girl friends, none lasting much longer than a year or so. I got up to go piss and I went into the master bedroom bath and slipped into my jockstrap again. I was getting hard setting there with him. I smiled to myself..just like old times…I thought.  I thought about jacking off right then but decided to wait, I knew I would later tonight,  I knew he’d make me cum just thinking about him.

    Sometime after eleven the girls made their way to bed, telling us to get to bed soon as we were leaving around seven in the morning for our drive through Rocky Mountain National Park.  Tom and I grabbed two more beers and went out on the deck, our fire pit had a gas lighting system and the wood caught quickly. We sat side by side but with an empty chair between us, we laughed and joked and told old college stories.  After a few minutes there was a lull, neither of us talking, I looked to my right to Tom and saw him staring at me with the most intent, serious look on his face.

    “What…” I asked.”

    “Nothing Josh, I’m just studying your face so I can always remember what you look like.”

    “Tommy you’re freaking me out here dude…what’s up…are you okay Tommy?”

    “It depends on what you mean by okay Josh…I just have some things hanging heavy on my mind, nothing I’m ready to talk about as yet, I may never be ready to talk about this. I just have some decisions to make, decisions that will change my life, and those who know me, forever. You know, nothing serious.”

    I couldn’t imagine what was bothering him…there was no laughter in that last bit about nothing serious.   I got up and went to his chair and knelt down beside him.  I was silent waiting for him to look at me. When he did I said…

    “Tommy, you know I will help if you need me, I don’t know what’s eating at you but tell me how I can help and I will, please know that.  You’re still my best friend, always have been, I’ll never be as close to anyone, man or woman, as I feel I am to you.  Just ask me Tom and I’ll do what ever you need me too.”

    He smiled at that.

    “Thanks Josh, but you probably wouldn’t say that if you knew my problems.”

    “Don’t be so sure Tom, don’t be so sure.”

    With that we decided it was time for bed. I saw him to their room and I went back downstairs, picked up and straightened up a bit then slipped into the half bath downstairs and stripped off my pants and jockstrap and began jacking off thinking of Tommy’s naked, hairy body.  It was over soon, I was so keyed up I knew it would be quick. I sprayed the air freshener around to cover the smell of my semen.

    On my way to our room I saw the hall bathroom light was on from the crack under the door…I quietly walked to it and listened …I heard Tom’s breathing and a gentle slapping sound…a muffled grunt and I knew…He was jacking off too, my mind raced and I hurried away from the door…I was confused wondering what it was that had aroused him to this point…I couldn’t think of anything we had talked about that would make him horny.

    We had a bright, cheerful late spring morning for our drive into the National Park,  we were well into the park by 8:30 a.m.  For Emily and Tom the Park was a wonder, neither having seen such stunning vistas and sheer wild beauty.   We stopped at every scenic overlook and took hundreds of pictures between the four of us.   For every picture I took of Emily and Tom, there were two more of Tom alone.  Jen and Emily both took several of Tom and I and there was one I knew I would frame and keep a copy in my wallet.

    We arrived in Estes Park and made our way to the hotel for Lunch, when The Stanley Hotel came into view both Emily and Tom gasped. The Stanley is in it’s 102nd year and is an old style Grand Hotel.  It is very imposing, perched in a hillside with fantastic views of the Estes Valley. We had a five course lunch with wine, coffee and for Tom and I Cognac. After lunch we walked the grounds snapping pictures of the magnificent views and the stately old hotel. We retired to the hotel bar for afternoon Cocktails before the drive back home.

    On our way back home, after about thirty or so miles we discovered that I had taken a wrong turn and we were heading in the wrong direction from our home.  I asked Jen to drive because I was feeling all the liquor and getting sleepy.  I crawled over the back seat and stretched out on the carpeted cargo area, wrapping up in a blanket I kept in the SUV. It wasn’t long before Tom scrambled over the back seat and stretched out beside me.   At first the curvy mountain roads kept us bumping into each other until Tom turned and spooned to my back and we quit the bumping and moved together with the undulations and curves in the road.   I woke with Tom’s hand cupped over my crotch and gently rubbing me.  My cock was already hard and I could tell by the way his hand was moving that this was no accident.  He wasn’t dreaming; I turned to face him and he was looking straight into my eyes. His hand went back to massaging my cock. I whispered to him…

    “Tommy why are you doing this?…This is weird, dude.”

    Without a word from him I felt him unbuttoning the fly on my jeans. He reached his hand inside inside my shorts and wrapped his hand around my hard cock.

    “Tommy!  Don’t…the girls will hear.” I whispered.

    “I’ve always wanted to do this with you Josh.” He said with his lips at my ear,

    I felt his free hand take mine and hold it against his hard cock. I let it lay there inert, no movement from me at all.  The next curve rolled us together face to face, Tommy released my hand and held me close to him. His eyes had me mesmerized, I watched but didn’t try to stop him as he leaned into me and kissed my lips.   I felt his tongue trying to enter my mouth and I opened my lips slightly and his tongue darted in sending lightning bolts through out my body. My hand at his crotch suddenly grasped his cock  and began a slow jacking motion through the denim of his jeans.

    The kiss continued, my hand at his crotch found his zipper and pulled it down. I thrust my hand inside and took his hard, drooling cock in my hand. I stifled a moan, his cock felt so hot and hard in my hand. Tom moved back a bit and I felt his hand undoing the top button on my pants.. my hard cock jumped out into the air. We lay there, each holding the other’s cock, the chatter from Emily and Jen up front was like white noise, covering our whispers and moans and forbidden kisses. I kissed him again, this time my tongue urgently sought entry to his mouth. I stifled another moan as our tongues battled in my mouth.

    Tom broke the kiss and smiled at me.  He gave a little peck on the lips and I saw his body moving down and a gasp escaped from me as he took my dripping cock into his mouth, he made three or four deep thrust onto my cock and my body tensed and my semen filled his mouth.  He swallowed it all as I fought hard to be quiet.  I knew I would never forget the moment his mouth closed on my cock.  He nursed the last drops from me and rose back to face me.  He quickly pulled me to him and kissed me, I tasted my semen for the first time. When we parted he smiled again and said…

    ‘Thank you Josh…now you’re inside me, a part of me.”

    I held him tightly in a hug.

    “Why Tommy, why…why now…we’re gonna need to talk about this…okay.”

    “No Josh, we don’t ever have to talk about this, I wont ever mention it again, it’s just something I needed from you, I wanted you to know how I think about you and I don’t expect anything from you in return. It’s just something I knew I had to do. I hope you’re okay with it and don’t feel different toward me now.”

    I could tell by the lights outside that we were coming into the city and I told him we needed to get up and into the back the seat. Once we were settled and spoke to the girls we both sat back and were silent. Slowly I let my hand slide over the seat until I found his and took it in mine I gently squeezed his hand and laced our fingers together and we rode the rest of the way holding hands. I felt his body tremble and I looked over and smiled at him, raised our clasped hands and gently squeezed and winked at him. He smiled back and nodded to me. He understood that we were okay, no problems between us.  I heard him let out a big sigh and he squeezed my hand in return.

    It was almost summer but the nights were still cool and we lit the fire pit on the deck and all sat around having a beer.  Tom and Emily were full of talk about the wonders of The Stanley Hotel and it occupied our conversation for almost an hour.  Later Jen asked Emily if she would like to go shopping tomorrow morning before they had to leave and they excitedly planned their morning shopping, first here in Boulder and then driving down to Denver.  Looking over to him, I asked Tom…

    “While they’re out spending all our money you want to go work out at my gym and maybe catch a movie after?”

    “Sure …I could use a few reps on the machines and some steam.” Tommy answered

    Both of the girls were yawning and said their good nights and went to bed, Tommy and I sat facing each other, the fire between us.

    I asked.

    “So Tommy, how are you, is all right in your world…after our conversation last night I’m worried about you?”

    He sighed again.

    “I never could hide my emotions from you…and no…things are not right and I know that I have to begin making major life changes.  I can’t live as I have been, it’s all a lie, and I know I have to set it straight and soon.”

    “Are we talking about what happened earlier in the back of the SUV Tommy?”

    “That’s part of it Josh. I’m going to be breaking things off with Em, quitting my job and moving to California…I don’t know yet what I’ll do there or where I want to be out there.”

    “Why California?”

    “it’s far away from Chicago and if I’m going to be gay, that’s the place to go.”

    “Going to be gay!  You?  But…I…uh, you can be gay anywhere Tommy, you just have to find someone who makes you happy and that you want to be with.   Are you sure Tommy, that it is what you want to do, be gay I mean.”

    “it’s not really a choice Josh, it’s the way I am. The way I’ve always been, living this lie isn’t fair to Em or to me. I just feel it’s time for me to live as I am, not as what everyone expects me to be.”

    “Not everyone Tommy, I don’t care what you do as long as you’re still my friend.”

    Tom remained silent looking off into the distance, he sighed and turned to me.

    “We’re leaving tomorrow afternoon, we should get some rest Josh.”

    With that we rose, I felt his eyes watching me as I picked up the empty cans and turned the fire pit off.   As I neared him I saw the strangest look in his eyes, it was love, pain, sorrow and guilt all in one look.   I put a hand on his shoulder and rubbed across his back.

    “Things will seem better in the morning, they always do Bud, you’ll work it all out Tom, it will all be fine in the end.   Just think it through to the logical conclusion like you’ve always done. I really don’t want to see you leave, I’ve really enjoyed being with you again, like old times but better.”

    I showed him to the bath and his room and went to my room, Jen was sleeping and I went into our bath sat down and thought about my friend. Naturally my thoughts went to us in the back of the SUV, trying to decide what I really thought about what had happened.  All the times that being with him had aroused me and my jacking off thinking of him, I had never imagined doing what he had done to me, taking my cock in his mouth, swallowing my cum.  I knew how incredible it felt, better than any sex I had ever had before, I knew I wanted to do it to him, I knew I was scared of what this meant. I didn’t want to be gay. I’m not gay…but with Tommy…is it gay if I only feel these thought for him? Other men do not excite me, I don’t have the slightest desire for others..it’s just for Tommy…Only him.

    Finally I climbed into bed without disturbing Jen; I turned and tossed and slept very little all night.  I was no closer to knowing what I wanted than I was earlier last night.  I got up and went to the kitchen and made coffee, it was only 4:30 a.m.  I sat there staring out the window watching the darkness.  At about 5:00 Tommy walked in, poured a cup and sat down at the table opposite me.

    “You couldn’t sleep either?” he asked.

    “Hardly a wink” I replied.

    Silence. We sat and drank our coffee without another word. I caught him staring at me several times. Finally I asked.

    “What? you’re staring at me…what is it.?”

    “Sorry Josh, just looking at the best friend I’ve ever had, this may be the last time we are ever together.”

    “WHAT!  Why would you say that Tommy?  Are you not going to be my friend anymore?”

    “Will you want to be friends with a queer…a cock sucker, that’s what I am, you know.”

    “Tommy listen to me… being gay doesn’t have to define who your are. You have many more defining qualities than just being gay.  You’re my friend, always.  Even if you were a serial killer you would still be my friend.   Okay, so you’re gay.  That’s not who you are…You are a smart, kind, caring man who just happens to be a pervert in his bedroom.”

    Tom stared at me open mouthed and then roared laughing.  I joined him and we laughed till tears were running down our cheeks.  I passed him a napkin as I wiped my eyes.

    “Man Josh, that’s cold. Call your best bud a pervert.” he started laughing again.

    It was good to see him laugh, he had been is such a dark mood I knew I had to lift him out somehow and the ‘pervert’ quip worked.   I just couldn’t let him leave me so sad and down on himself.  Our laughter finally died down and he looked me in the eye and gave me a sly grin…

    “Thanks Josh, I really needed that. That’s one reason we came here, you always lift my spirit and make me feel better about myself.”

    Em and Jen walked in and grabbed up cups.

    “What’s so funny down here you guys.” Jen asked…

    Thinking fast Tom answered.

    “Your goofy boy friend telling dirty jokes…he’s really a pervert you know!”

    His emphasis on the word pervert set us both to laughing again.

    Em and Jen looked at each other and just shrugged.

    “Men…go figure” Em said..

    I got out of my chair, grabbed the pot an did refills on coffee and set up for another pot. Then I started making our breakfast.

    “How did you train him to make breakfast?” Em asked Jen.

    “Easy, I just didn’t offer to cook…he was hungry so he started making breakfast and always has since.” she replied.

    We made polite conversation and generally had a good time, everyone rinsed off their plates and utensils and loaded them in the dishwasher but kept the coffee cups. After another cup Em stood and said she was going to shower and pack, Jen went to our room to take her shower leaving Tommy and I alone again.

    I looked to him.

    “Are you going to be okay Bud…I’m worried about you.  Give me your cell number now…I don’t want us losing contact again.  I want to know where you are.” I said.

    “Don’t worry about me Josh…I’ll be fine.”

    Just then I heard Jen shout down the stairs, we’re out… come take your shower.

    “Here we come” I replied.

    When Tommy stood I moved to him and hugged him close to me. He held me tight to him, I tilted my head and kissed his neck. I felt him tremble against me.   I straightened an held him away just a bit, looking into his eyes.  Then I just leaned in and kissed him hard, tongue down his throat, a need possessing me I never had felt before.  When we parted, gasping for breath the way he looked at me shook me to my core.  I saw love, lust, longing and the need that I had just felt, all in one look.   I trembled this time.   He turned away, sat his cup in the sink and punched at my arm as he walked past.

    “Let’s get a move on guy.” he said as he bounded up the stairs.

    I had initiated that kiss…that kiss had shaken me from my hair to my toes. I knew then that I would need more of that.

    The girls took off for the Malls while we were showering and when we were dressed Tom and I went to the gym. I had never been there at this time of day and everyone there was unknown to me, even the staff. We hit the weights for a few reps and decided to run on the track upstairs. I positioned myself just a yard behind Tom and enjoyed watching his toned body and that round little butt as we ran.

    All to soon we were loading their luggage into the SUV and the four of us were off to the airport. We all made small talk on the ride.  Every so often I caught Tommy’s eye in the rear view mirror.  There was so much in those looks he gave me.   As we parked and took them in all I could think of was that I couldn’t kiss him good bye.   With hugs all around at last I hugged Tommy.  I squeezed him tightly and whispered.

    “See you soon I hope.”

    I heard him whisper.

    “I love you Josh.”

    “Me too” I choked out

    Jen and I stood there waving as they walked down the boarding ramp and out of sight. We turned and she hooked her arm through mine.

    “I really liked them Josh…I wish they lived near.”

    “Yeah, me too, hon.”

    —————————————————————————————————

    It’s been six months since Tom and Emily’s visit.  Jen and I have broken up…my sexual desire for her had diminished to almost nothing.  I was struggling with my inner demons concerning Tom.   I knew I wanted more of him, I wanted him sexually and that was so very hard to admit.  Finally I decided that I had to call him and see if there was any chance that he would want me that way.

    Just as I reached for my cell it rang making me jump in surprise, when I answered I heard.

    “Josh..it’s Tom.”

    I was speechless.

    “Josh are you there?”

    “Tommy…yes…I had just reached for the phone to call you when it rang. It startled me.   How are you, where are you.”

    “I’m at O’Hare waiting on my flight.   I just wanted to hear your voice.  It’s been a while since we were there.   I broke it off with Emily a couple of months ago.   You guys okay?”

    “I am, Jen’s gone, we broke up three weeks after you were here.”

    “OH! really…what happened….sorry, it’s not my business…you guys just seemed right together.”

    “We’re better at being friends…and I developed other interests.”

    “Really, someone else.”

    “Yes”

    “Josh, is that all you are going to tell me?”

    “Tom why don’t you get off the plane in Denver and stay for a day or two. Just you and I.   Can I talk you into that, please say yes, please.

    “Okay, I’ll go change my ticket right now. I’ll call back in a few…later Josh.”

    A huge grin spread across my face as I shut off the phone.   Tommy and me, alone for two days. That’s enough time, I’ll know before he leaves. This is it…make it or break it time for Tom and me.  Nervously I got up and began pacing back and forth across the kitchen, making a mental list of things to do.   Get food, coffee, lube, condoms, just the essentials. I grabbed a note pad and started listing the things we would need. Then my phone rang, I looked at the caller ID..it’s him.

    “Tommy?”

    “Yeah Josh…listen, I changed my mind about staying a day or two, okay.”

    “Well,..I’m sure you have your reasons…I’m a bit…”

    “JOSH, I changed the ticket to one-way to Denver… you’ll have to tell me when to leave.”

    “What!  One way…ohmigod!..really…you mean it Tommy?”

    “Yes I do mean it.  My flight leaves in one hour, I should be there by 2 p.m. Can you meet me.”

    “Meet you! What do you think…see you at 2 o’clock.”

    Man was I hyped up, I started for the shower and stopped…we can do that together when he gets here.  I grabbed my keys and headed to the market, drug store and liquor store.  I stocked up and headed back home. I was actually whistling to the radio.    I got to the house put things away and as a joke made up one of those placards that chauffeurs hold up for people they are picking up, it read Thomas Donaldson, I’m your ride!

    I dashed upstairs and stood looking at the clothes in my closet. It was fall so I finally settled on gray wool slacks and matching gray turtleneck, cordovan belt and Italian slippers with a camel suede blazer. I carefully spiked my hair put on the jacket and decided I looked pretty good.   I got to the airport a half an hour early and went to a bar near the luggage pick up area for a coffee with Baileys.

    I had two women and three men eyeing me as I sat there.  I smiled to myself.  I hope they see who I’m here to pick up…Tommy has a sophisticated, masculine look with dark hair and a perpetual 5 o’clock shadow.  Testosterone oozes from him, he’s 6’4″, 170 lbs.  and with a ridiculous 31 inch waist, his broad shoulders form a vee shaped torso  down to that small waist anchored by that perfect and hard hard bubble butt.   In contrast I’m the the kid next door, blond hair, blue eyes, 5’11” 150 lbs. built more like a diver than a swimmer.

    I checked the monitor over the bar for arrival times and saw that his flight was on time. I ordered another coffee and Baileys and watched the TV for a while. One man sat beside me an asked if he could buy me a drink or would I rather come to his hotel room.

    I gave him my brightest, dimpled smile and said.

    “Thank you for your offer Sir, but I’m waiting on my boy friend’s plane, he’s been away six months and we’re heading straight to that hotel across the street there. I need him bad.”

    He sat there with his mouth hanging open while I looked at the arrival screen…

    “Oh…he’ here…his plane just landed.”  I said reaching down to adjust my cock.   He noticed and gulped loudly.

    “Well, here’s to you two…have fun” he said as he downed his drink and walked away.

    I was laughing inside.   Tom would laugh if he knew I referred to him as my boy friend.  I looked out to the baggage carousels and saw his flight number light up and bags began appearing.   I rose and went out with my sign to wait for him. The crowd grew quickly and I held my sign over my head.   In just a few moments I saw him coming toward me. His eyes glanced up to the sign and he laughed.  He grabbed me into a hug and I patted him on his back.  Each of us not talking, just enjoying touching each other.  He pushed back and eyed me up and down then leaned to whisper in my ear.

    “My god you look good…it’s a shame I’m going to rip that expensive outfit off your body the second we step in your door.”

    “I don’t care if you start right now.   I’m so glad to see you.”

    As we walked away Tom put his arm across my shoulder and pulled me to him, laughing and talking, we passed by the man who had offered the drink or his room. He paled when I winked at him with Tom draped on me.

    We talked and joked as we sped back to Boulder. Tom asked me what I had been doing since he was here.  I filled him in of the dull routine of work and sitting an home alone every night. I told him that mostly I thought and worried about him and what he was doing.  As soon as I pulled into the garage and turned off the motor Tom was pulling me into a kiss. I did nothing to stop him, I wanted it too.  This one was different than when he was here last spring. Tommy is different now, he isn’t sad or down in the dumps, he seems very happy.   When we finally broke from that kiss we both gasped for air and we knew that our relationship had just changed.  There was no curiosity in that kiss.  That was two men who each intensely desire the other, it expressed our sexual need for each other.   Without a word between us I knew that I could be with him now, friends, lovers, partners.  I needed him sexually and emotionally.   If this means I’m Gay, then Hot Damn.  I’m Gay for this man!

    We went into the kitchen and true to his word, Tom slipped off my jacket, threw it over a chair and reached for my belt. I leaned against the door as Tom kissed and stroked my body through my clothes while opening my wool slacks. A sly grin crept over his face when he saw the jock strap I was wearing.  He smiled at me and said.

    “Who’s causing you to wear this now, stud.?”

    Tom asked as he lightly snapped a strap cupping my butt cheek.

    “It’s always been you, Tommy. Even when I told you it was a girl back at school…it was you then and it’s you now.  I wore it when you were here last spring…that first night while we were sitting around the fire pit. When I went to piss, I slipped into it. I was getting hard just sitting beside you.”

    Tom lifted the hem of the turtleneck and T-shirt and pulled them over my head, tossing them toward the jacket, In one quick move the slacks were around my ankles and Tom was kneeling, his face buried in my crotch nuzzling the bulge in the jockstrap, inhaling my aroma there that was uniquely me.  He moaned and pulled the jock strap down and grabbed my bouncing cock.  He looked up and locked eyes with me as he took all of my cock deep into his throat..

    I cried out…”Oh god, Tommy….ohmigod that feels so good…oh yes…Tommy, yes.”

    With my cock deep in his throat, Tom’s hands were all over my body, rubbing and pinching my nips, cupping my little butt cheeks in each hand.

    I looked down and saw my cock sliding in and out of that beautiful face. When I moaned aloud Tom’s eyes raised and looked at me as my cock remained in his mouth. The sight of Tommy looking into my eyes with his beautiful face distorted with his mouth full of my cock, sent me over the edge, my legs tensed, my balls rose high and tight in my scrotum, my cum gushed into Tommy’s eager mouth.   Spurt after spurt, I emptied my balls into my best friend.  As my climax subsided Tommy nursed my cock, coaxing the last few drops of semen from the slit.

    When he pulled off, my knees gave way and I started sliding down the door to the floor. Tom quickly stood and pulled me into his arms and cradled me there, nuzzling my neck, kissing my ear, cheek and neck. My body was limp, Tom lifted and carried me to the sofa in the living room and gently laid me there. Kneeling beside me, knees to the floor, Tom leaned over and laid his head on my shoulder while his chest covered mine while I held Tom to me.  As we lay there, a contentment filled me that I had never experienced before.  I raised a bit and Tommy looked up at me.

    “Tommy, you want to talk now or later.   I want to satisfy you like you just did for me.  But this is happening so fast I need to talk with you for bit. It’s your call but either way, now or later, your cock is mine.”

    “Uh, let’s talk first….get it out of the way…let’s go to your bed though…I can cuddle up to you and hold your body against mine while we talk…hmm…you feel so good.”

    Tom stood and pulled me to my feet and we went to my bed, touching, feeling, kissing all the way.   We lay down and I turned to face him.

    “I’m so glad you came here…I’ve been worried that once you got to California I’d never see you again…We need to talk to each other…for me that kiss in the garage changed things. I knew right then that I would be anything, do anything you wanted me to be or do.  I’ve never considered that I might be gay…men in general do not interest me at all sexually. It’s just you in particular that I have to have.  I crave your presence, always have and now I have an emotional and a physical need to be sexual with you.

    I need to know what you are thinking Tommy…do you want to be with me, I want to be with you more than I want anything else.  When I say ‘be with me,’ I mean sexually and emotionally.   I’ve always loved you as a friend but now there are different feelings of love.  More intense and insistent than I could ever imagined.  I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

    “God yes I want you Josh, I want to live with you, to love you, make love with you…I want to spend our lives together. That’s what I want Josh. You, forever.  I know that this man sex or gay thing might freak you out a little, but I can wait…you’re all I want.   I’ve been in love with you for more than 10 years. You’re why I made that ticket just one way.   I wasn’t 100% sure that you would want there to be ‘us’, more like 75 or 80%.  Today has been just about the happiest day I can ever remember.  You’re finally mine, Josh.  I Can hardly believe it?  I’ve wanted this so long.”

    “You’ve read my mind and my heart Tommy. That was exactly what I wanted to hear from you. Yes, yes, yes! I am yours.”

    Tommy pulled me to him and kissed me like never before…damn he is good at this.   As soon as our tongues touched my cock was hard as stone again and then fireworks exploded in my brain and body, my hand grasped his cock and slowly jacked him as we kissed.

    Something changed in me then, I pushed Tom back onto the pillows slowly loosening his clothes, he raised slightly as I pulled the Tee over his head and raised his hips to let his pants and shorts slide past his knees. I raised up just to look and his perfect body lying before me. I laid my head onto his hairy chest, reveling in the feel and smell of him. One hand fingered a nip found buried in the thick mat of brown hair. My lips found the other nip and suckled and lightly bit at it.

    With one ear on his chest I heard and felt his groans and moans rumble up from within him.  One hand followed my lips trailing down his body as I kissed and licked my way between his pectorals and down his abs, my hand opened to let my fingers lightly glide over every ripple and valley that formed the six pack of abdominal muscles that turned me on so very much.   He wasn’t this well defined at college, this was a grown man’s body and to my uneducated, but biased eyes, it is perfect.  I spent some time touching and kissing the flat hard muscles below the navel and above his pubic hair. I got little hints of his man scent, that smell uniquely Tommy, I needed more and placed my nose and mouth at the valley where his legs met the groin, inhaling deeply, licking and kissing his sweet tasting skin.

    I never had a clue that anything could be so sexy. His aroma alone could make me cum, but the taste of him and the scent had me ready to ejaculate. Tommy must have sensed this for he pulled me up to lay on his chest as he kissed me deeply.

    “We need to slow down Josh, lets make this last, your face in my crotch had me ready to shoot and you haven’t even touched my cock, let’s cool down and then build it up again…damn Josh, you sure you haven’t done this before…you’ve pushed all my buttons, so sexy.”

    “it’s your scent Tommy, it drives me wild…so sexy, so erotic. I never had a clue that men had that smell down there.  I want to rub it all over me so I can smell you all the time…but then my cock would stay hard all the time from smelling you…you must bring out the man lover in me. I’ve never felt so aroused, so sexual.”

    As I talked one hand fondled his scrotum it was nearly hairless…he must have shaved them…his scrotum was so warm and the skin so silky soft, I moved to lay between his legs, licking and kissing this balls.   I sucked one into my mouth, hearing Tom’s gasp, I sucked up the other. With his balls and sac in my mouth I closed my lips tightly and reared my head back pulling hard on his balls.  Tom roared and tossed on the bed. I reached and slowly jacked on his cock as I rolled his balls in my mouth. Squeezing his cock hard I pulled back again with his sac and balls in my mouth this time Tom screamed.

    “OH FUCK…PULL EM HARD JOSH….oh migod that feels so good….OH FUCK!”

    In a trance now, my mouth full of his scrotum and balls I saw my finger pressing into Tom’s ass crack and stroking his anus.  I stuck the finger into the open jar of Vaseline rubbed around his anus again. Tommy was all over the bed, moaning thrashing about. and the finger was suddenly deep inside him. I moved it back and forth eliciting cries of joy from Tom and he pushed back wanting more of my finger.  I turned my hand and crooked the finger up toward his cock and stroked his prostate. He yelled so loudly I thought I had hurt him.

    “Oh no, I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would hurt you.”

    “Oh Josh no…it didn’t hurt it felt so good….I want you to fuck me Josh…I want your cock inside me, I need you there…please will you fuck me Josh.”

    “just tell me what you want me to do Tommy…I’ll do what ever you want me to do.”

    I was a bit concerned, I had heard jokes about guys taking it up their butt and sort of knew it happened but I never ever thought of it as being something sexual, wanted or desired.   But if that’s what Tommy wanted I would do it.   He instructed me in preparing him for entry with lots of lube and I worked his hole until 4 fingers and half of my hand was in his butt.  Deep moans were coming from Tommy as my fingers plied in and out of him while he pushed back on my fingers and hand wanting more. I have to admit that I thought that this would be gross but my cock had been throbbing from the moment my fingers were inside him.

    “Oh Josh…it’s time….please…please put your cock inside me…I need it to be you Josh….it’s you I want inside me…I’ve always needed it to be you…please….now.”

    Tommy had turned to lay on his back and had spread his legs wide. Seeing him there like that, offering himself to me, his eyes pleading, wanting me to take him, I got a lump in my throat. I leaned forward placing my hands by his head and lowered myself slowly until our lips touched. Tommy’s arms locked around my neck; as our tongues fought to get inside the other. With one hand I placed my cock at his opening and gently pushed. At the first bit of pressure his legs locked around my hips and pulled me to him. Gently my cock slid inside him. The heat amazed me, It felt like a furnace, so hot, so soft and silky and the sexiest thing I have ever known.   The slow, delicious slide into his heat stunned and awed me. Nothing in my life had ever felt so good.

    Tommy moaned and sighed hugging me tight as his body opened to me. The exquisite pleasure I felt when all of me was inside him almost made me cum. I fought to gain control as Tommy came alive. Circling his hips to seat my cock deeper into him, he moaned and pulled my head down and ran his tongue deeply into my throat while thrusting his hips to fuck my cock deeper inside him. I was helpless, the sensations coursing through me had me unable to speak, only animal sounds came from me, grunts and groans even a howl or two.

    It wasn’t long until instinct took over and I settled into that rhythm that man has known since the beginning of time. Tommy began  meeting my thrusts, grunting and groaning; we were drenched in sweat and I was lost in the most intense sexual pleasure I had ever known. The look in Tommy’s eyes told me all I needed to know…this was it, I wanted him and I wanted more of this, sexual pleasure so intense my hair tingled. There could never be enough of this.

    Shifting my knees to regain better balance changed the angle my cock entered him and I heard him shout.

    “oh..oh migod…do that again…oh yes….FUCK ME JOSH…yes..Oh Yes….uuunnnggghhh..yeah.”

    Each thrust against his prostate shot cum from Tom’s cock, he moaned, he yelled and thrust his body to grind against my cock at it’s deepest. Tommy’s eyes rolled back, he was lost in the pleasure, seeing him in that rapture made me thrust harder, faster, I wanted to feel what he was feeling…with a low guttural growl his body tensed, his muscles clinching tight on my cock deep inside him. Tommy’s orgasm started, cum shot onto his face, his chest, and finally his stomach. The sight and smell of his semen set my cock to filling his bowels with my cum. He started calling my name with each spurt into his guts.

    Totally spent, I collapsed atop Tommy, his arms circled me to hold me tight to him as he repeated my name time after time stopping only to kiss my neck. Finally he quieted and our breathing slowed and we rested, glued together with his semen. Never had I ever suspected that sexual intercourse could be so intense, both physically and emotionally. I knew that I’d be with him for as long as he would permit it. There wasn’t another word for it, it was love I felt for him, like none I have ever known could exist.

    “Josh…migod…you did that like you’ve done it forever. Granted my experience is limited but no one ever did it like that…..you’re mine now Josh…I’m never letting you go again…mine…all mine.”

    “Why is this such a secret Tommy?  If guys knew what I just felt,what I’m still feeling, every man on the planet would want this….I’ve never been so completely, utterly fucked. I’m not going anywhere babe…you couldn’t run me off now…oh man are we going to have fun together…you know you’re gonna have to do that to me. The look on your face when your eyes rolled back was pure pleasure…I gotta feel that…you’ve gotta fuck me Tommy…later…not now…but you gotta.”

    Tom and I didn’t leave the house for the whole weekend and we never put on clothes either.  By Sunday evening I was as tired as I have ever been and there were a couple of new sensations I had never felt before. A wonderful ache in my balls and in my ass.   I discovered the joys of having Tom fuck me several times those two days. I knew now that I would never go back, I’m gay.  Well, at least I am for Tommy and he says that I am what he wants. We are a couple now and I’ve never felt happier nor as satisfied. I know that Tom and I are supposed to be together. Everything just feels right between us.

    Tom found a job he liked in three weeks time and we settled into living together as easily as we did ten years ago as roommates at college.   Both of us had to get accustomed to daily sexual activity, a task that was not at all hard to do.  On the anniversary of our third month I came home from work and found a large gift wrapped package in the living room. Tom was sitting on the sofa.

    “What’s this for Tommy?” I asked.

    “It’s been three months today since I got here and I thought we needed this. Open the box Josh.”

    I bent and lifted the lid and there sat the most beautiful liver and white Springer Spaniel Puppy I had ever seen. Her stubby little tail was a blur and she jumped into my arms when I reached for her.   In two seconds I was covered in puppy kisses and she turned to Tommy.  I got a little choked up…it was a commitment that we were making to each other and to our new puppy. When she jumped down to explore the house Tom leaned over and kissed me.  I threw my arms around him and hugged him close.

    “Thank you Tommy, she’s perfect, just like you.”

    He laughed…”You just keep thinking that Joshua…Daphne and I, (I’ve been calling her that all afternoon,) will do our best to live up to your opinion of us.  Oh I almost forgot…She’s scheduled to go to obedience training starting Monday night. We both have to be there and work with her, also I’ve ordered a 6 ft. high wooden fence to be built enclosing the back yard.”

    As we sat there our new puppy came to a sliding stop in front of us on the sofa. She sat there looking at us and tilting her head. When we stood up she tore off through the house as fast as the hardwood floors would permit.  We took her to the back yard and she did her toilet and then she romped for ten minutes or so playing with us.   When we settled down in the family room after dinner together on the sofa as we always did Daphne jumped up and got between us, laid down and took a nap.

    The three of us settled into our routine. Tom worked close by the house and went home for lunch and let Daphne out into the yard. It kept her from being so lonely while we were away at work. Tom had bought her a bed that was now in our bedroom and after a week she was beginning to get the idea that she was supposed to sleep there instead of on our bed or at least she knew to wait until we were sleeping, then she would get in bed with us.

    What a month! As I was driving in to work I was thinking back over these past few weeks.  Tommy’s phone call, meeting him at the airport, the incredible weekend in bed naked for 2 days, the joy and love of our new puppy.  The fantastic bond of love that has made everything work for Tommy and I. The mind blowing sexual connection we achieve daily. The happiness our friendship and now love had brought to each of us. I am sated, there is nothing more that I could wish for.  I am a very happy and contented man.

    At the office, I sat at my desk working on a project when my phone rang, when I answered I heard…

    “Hello you sexy man…. are you at your desk.”

    “Hi Josh, yes I am.” I replied.

    “Good!  Now unzip your trousers like a good boy, okay.  Now reach in   and pull out my most favorite toy.  That’s right…is it leaking yet,  My favorite toy is growing already isn’t it. Oh my. it’s getting bigger now isn’t it……”

    The end…..maybe


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  • Deprived

    Coming home after a long day at work was good especially when you lived with your partner in a nice small apartment, out of the way too.

    What was bad about coming home from work was meeting your landlord standing near your door, “I paid ya rent money already. “

    The tall man looked at me a bit uninterested with what I said before he huffed and walked away, guess that hit the spot.

    I ignored him and went into my apartment living room after unlocking almost four or five locks, the area wasn’t bad I just wasn’t in shape to fight an intruder. 

    My boyfriend Nickolas was though but he works more than I do, the majority of the time I’m home alone. Better safe than sorry. If you’re wondering who I am, I’m the neighborhood antisocial guy.

    The one that takes part in nothing with the community but I pay my rent money. My name Nathan Ross, 5’ft 8 with a bony body and dull burnt red hair to match. My eyes are a pale greenish brown color, my skin was that of a ghost with freckles all over.

    I wasn’t anorexic or anything, my metabolism is just super fast and my doctor has me on supplements. Anyways back to my boyfriend, he’s a well known German business man working in the in the city.

    Extremely hard working and dedicated farther of two older kids, probably around my age. Early twenties.

    Anyways because of work I’m usually alone, I work in a library by the way.

    I sighed deeply opening up the food I brought in, it was Chinese. Spicy shrimp and Jasmine rice with veggies. My weakness.

    Hungrily I dug into my warm meal  while I sat on my small but comfy sofa, my mind went back to my boyfriend he was seriously handsome.

    I might come across obsessed but hear me out he’s a German native, 6’ft4 and fit. He wasn’t beefy or bulky, he has the right amount of muscle in all the right places.

    Tall, fit, foreign, rich. Hmm what else?

    Oh he’s like total sugar daddy material, in his late thirties. His chocolate brown hair was always slicked back, plus he had nice thick lips and hazel eyes. 

    Fuck listen to me gush on about my man, I swear at this point I’m sex deprived and I’m not one who cheats on his partner. I rather get blue balls than cheat. 

    Going back to my meal I quickly gobbled it down because I needed to rub one out really quick, I also needed a shower so that’s what I did.

    Ate, cleaned up then hit the shower.

    The water was nice and warm when it cascaded down onto my body, by the time I shaved and cleaned up inside along with outside I was done.

    I wasn’t one to dry with a towel so the walk to my room was enough to dry me off , I wasn’t one to sleep in clothes either so I dove right into my black sheets.

    The scent of clean laundry wafted into my nostrils but I wanted the scent of my man to do that, he’s scent was like citrus or rustic. Maybe that’s his expensive cologne, I couldn’t help but reach down between my legs at this point.

    My dick was aching for attention and so was another place, that’s when I went for back up. I took out my 7 inch dildo and tube of lube then got down to it.

    I was in doggy position with my legs spread wide while I stroked my leaking dick and impaled myself with my toy, it was so hot thinking about him.

    It was just such a turn on imagining my man taking control over me, I busted my load so quick getting it all over my sheets.

    When I was done I was to exhausted, my body proved that to me by sinking into the mattress. With heavy eyes I fell into a deep sleep.

    My slumber didn’t last as long as I wanted it to though because next thing I knew I was awoken to my ear being nipped, followed by a deep chuckle. 

    “My poor baby, I left you for to long.”, that very thick and familiar German accent instantly had my heart racing.

    “Exactly now fix the problem Nickolas.”

    Unknowingly to me Nickolas had a shower and was already naked, seeing that I had already loosen myself up he didn’t hesitate to slide right home.

    At the moment he vigorously started thrusting into me, giving me all 8 thick inches of his cock. I’m in complete heaven at this moment, pushing my ass back against him while I laid pressed against the bed by his body.

    Hearing him curse while his hands slid down from my slender shoulders to my back, then my hips and right after they finally reached my to my little bubble butt.

    A firm grip followed by a solid slap to both of my ass cheeks, he was fucking me in a way where I’d feel the print of his cock long after.

    That drove me crazy I had to grip the sheets and look over my shoulder at him, “Hey you’re getting handsy babe.”

    “You can’t blame me when you have such a sexy body. “, he spoke with that delictable German accent making me noticeably shiver.

    Gosh I really love him and his appreciation for my body, compared to him I’m nothing. As time seemed to fly I could tell he was about to burst as his cock swelled up a little and he held my hand, little things like this is what I’ve noticed over time.

    Not a second after he came hard and filled up my ass with his hot cum, “I missed you a lot hun but rest up I’ll get you cleaned.” 

    I wasn’t sure what time it was but I did pass out right after I felt the emptiness of his cock leaving my ass, falling asleep once again. 

  • My Mother’s Boyfriend

    I swallowed Chris while Frank watch. It felt invigorating having an audience to my work. Chris fucked my mouth hard and rough, taking ahold of my head, skull fucking me till he burst down my throat. When he was done, my eyes were watering and nose was running, but I was content with Chris’s liquid reward in my belly.

    “That’s how you please a man.” Chris said proudly pulling me into lap. He shoved a finger into my mouth for me to moisten. He then moved it to my needy hole. “And this is how you reward your boy.” He said softly into my ear. “You can do anything you want to Frank, but fuck him.” He looked over at Frank who was sitting quietly on the floor watching us. “You get to do that next Sunday.”

    My cock twitched thinking of sliding into Frank’s hard muscled ass. “Until then you can do whatever you like to him, even use some toys.” I moaned as Chris stroked my prostate. “He’ll be here all week for us to enjoy and train.” I did my best not to squirm as Chris continued toying with my insides. “I’ll have special training for him while you’re in school.”

    I shot across my hard toned stomach, shaking with pleasure. “Come clean up your new owner.” He ordered Frank. I watched as Frank moved over to us, sitting up on his knees. He looked at my blissful face then licked the spunk clean from my skin. “That’s it.” Chris watched. “Get every drop.”

    When Frank was done, he sat back down, awaiting his next command. “Why don’t you take the pathetic bitch upstairs and get cleaned up.” Chris suggested. “Make sure he’s really clean, I’m going to teach you some things to do him.” He reached out and ruffled Frank’s short blonde hair. “You’re going to love it, aren’t you boy.”

    “Yes, sir.” Frank’s voice wasn’t what it was the night before. I slipped off Chris’s lap and pulled Frank along with me by the hand upstairs. He stood, awkward in the bathroom while I got the water ready. “I really appreciate you taking care of me, sir.” He said softly behind me. “I can’t wait till you take my ass.”

    I turned on him and slapped him hard. “Grow a fucking backbone.” His eyes widened. “I saw you sucking dick and getting fucked last night. You enjoyed it just as much as I did, but you don’t see me being some pissy bitch about it.” I couldn’t take this wimpy broken man any more. “Accept it and own it.”

    “You’re right.” He said a little louder than he had before. “I love sucking dick. I love getting fucked.” I heard the pride rising in his voice. “I want to be like you, serving men with pride.” He grinned. I took him by the hand and pulled him into the shower with me, kissing him as the water beat down on us.

    My fingers found their way between his cheeks. I pushed at his entrance. It gave without much resistance. I tried to do what Chris had done to me, feeling around in his warm inviting insides. My cock grew hard, thinking that it would soon be feeling that welcoming embrace around it.

    Frank whimpered into our kiss, his big strong arms wrapped around me for support. I could feel his cock jump against my leg as I pushed my finger in and out of him. It was a shame he’d never get to fuck me again. It was going to be my role to fuck him and share him now.

    I withdrew my finger and shoved him back against the tile wall. “Wash me.” I ordered, turning my back to him. I felt his soapy hands move over my back. He moved them in appreciative circles, feeling the hard muscles Chris had helped me develop. “Clean that ass good.” I warned. “Your mouth is going to be in it a lot.”

    “Yes, sir.” His hands thoroughly cleaned my rear, dipping between my butt, making sure it was as clean inside and out. His hands then worked my left leg, then my right. When I felt he had done a good enough job, I turned around, my hard dick slapping across his face. I could see the internal fight between instinct and command wage war across his face.

    I ended that war. I took his head in one hand, my cock in the other and aimed. I forced my bladder to empty, mixing with the water spray as the yellow salty stream hit his face. He did not open his mouth and drink, but to his credit he did not flinch away. He would learn that all his superiors cock emissions were precious gifts not to be squandered.

    “Finish up.” I guided him to his feet by his hair. “I need to clean you next and I don’t like cold water.” He soaped his hands and ran them over my chest, my nipples growing instantly hard to his touch. I fought every urge to kiss him. This wasn’t just his training. It was mine as well. I would make Chris proud.

    Frank’s hands moved down my sides, down my hips. He dropped to his knees again. This time when presented by my semi hard cock, command won the battle. He carefully stroked my cock clean the delicately fondled my balls till he was certain they were clean and presentable.

    I tucked my hand under his chin and brought him to his feet. I was beginning to feel that surge of power that Chris must feel every time he took control. It was intoxicating. I push Frank back and began soaping his body. My fingers lingered over his nipples, flicking them. He moaned softly. This man was definitely my weakness.

    My hands moved over his front, till they found his hard cock. I moved in close, nose to nose to him, our bodies pressed. “You want to cum don’t you.” He whimpered something that sounded like a yes. “You do good for me and Chris today, and I may reward you with a climax or two.” I let go of his cock and spun him around.

    He planted his hands on the tile and pushed out his body to give me access to every part of him. His muscles were well defined, hard. I couldn’t find a trace of body fat on him as my hands moved over body. Even his ass was rock hard. I dropped to my knees, admiring that pert ass and sweet pucker. My hands moved over his pucker and he moaned again. I would have to use a toy or two on him, maybe one of my favorites.

    I fingered him till the water began to grow cold. I allowed him to rise off then pulled him along with me out of the shower. Out of habit, I dried him first. The smug grin on his face told me he had something to say. I handed him a towel to dry me off and finally asked with annoyance. “What?”

    He took the towel and set to work to remove every bit of water from me. “It’s hard, isn’t it?” He said as he ran the towel over my skin. “Switching from sub to dom, I mean. You tend to forget what your role is.” He dropped to his knees and began on my lower half, patting my cock and balls dry. “It’s the same for me. My mind says fight, resist, but I know that I really want to give in.”

    When he stood, I looked him dead in the eyes, putting every bit of force and grit in my voice as I possibly could. “This may be new for me now, butChris is teaching me.” I watched as Frank shrank back. “You know as well as I do that, that he made sure I was the best obedient boy I could be, and he’ll make sure I’m the best master for you too.”

    Before he could answer, I grabbed him by his cock and pulled him out. “We’ll have to get you a collar with a leash or something.” I mumbled, annoyed by his observation. He said nothing as I guided him back down to Chris. I was doubting whether or not to let him release today or hold him out for another day as punishment.

    “Don’t my boys look nice and clean?” Chris smiled. He was naked on the couch, his limp beast splayed out before him. My mouth watered at the sight. “I see you’ve improvised a leash for him.” I looked down to see I was still gripping Frank’s erect cock. “Nice touch, but I’m sure you’ll find something better for him.”

    “Yes, sir.” I squeezed Frank’s cock hard, causing him to wince just a bit. “But this will do for now. I was thinking a collar with a leash, maybe around his cock, to pull him around by.” I released Frank’s dick. “I know his oral skills are decent. I can’t wait to see what his ass can do. Literally.”

    “Why not now?” Chris’s voice had a hint of mischief in it that fueled the curiosity in me. “You know where the stuff is. Go get what you want to use on your new toy.” He looked to Frank. “He’ll be okay here with me.” He patted the sofa. “Come sit on the floor beside me, boy. Let your master go get your toys.”

    I watched Frank’s back side as he left my side and sat on the floor beside Chris. I felt my cock swelling as I thought what I was going to do to that ass. I practically ran down to the gym where we kept our supplies hidden from Mom. I grabbed rope, two different sized dildos and a vibrating butt plug that I personally enjoyed.

    I returned upstairs, setting everything out on the coffee table for them to see. “Stand.” I ordered Frank. He hesitated for just a fraction of a moment before obeying. “Turn around.” I put every bit authority in my voice I could. He turned and I grabbed his arms and pulled them into a parade rest position. I took the three foot black nylon rope and began restraining him.

    I looped the rope around his wrists, securing them tight. “Try to break free.” I demanded. He pulled on the restraints, but not with his full strength. “I said try to break free.” I said with a more commanding tone, swatting his hard ass for disobeying. I think it stung me more than him. I’d have to use a paddle in future.

    He did, this time with more effort, showing that he could not actually break the bonds. “On your knees.” He fumbled a bit before dropping to his knees. I moved the coffee table out the way, giving us more room to play. I moved in front of Frank, hard cock pointing the way. He looked up at me, and I stroked his face saying, “This is what you need, baby. To make you the man you always knew you wanted to be.”

    I looked over at Chris who had begun stroking his meat, getting it rigid and hard. I pulled a throw pillow from the couch and placed it on the floor. “Face down, ass up.” He obeyed, placing his face into the pillow, assuming the position. I moved around him, seeing that beautifully toned ass.

    I looked over at Chris who just nodded. He would give me not instruction in this. Only see what I would do. I decided it was my time to enjoy. The one thing I really wanted to do now was make his hole wet with my tongue. I dropped to my knees, spread those glorious orbs as best I could and went to down, licking, slurping, teasing that tight man hole.

    Frank moaned his appreciation of my tongue work. I knew as much as I was enjoying it, it was driving Frank that much more insane with the desire of release. “He’s good at that isn’t he, Frank.” I heard Chris comment. “You’ll do well to learn his enthusiasm. Get in there, Nick. Eat that man butt.”

    With Chris’s encouragement, I dove in deeper, darting y tongue across his skin. Every moan, every groan that escaped Frank’s lips drove me to tease and play with his hole even more. I pulled at his cheeks, trying to get further and further into him. Frank, in turn, pushed back, needing me deeper in him.

    Finally my tongue needed a rest. With reluctance, I pulled back, seeing the glistening hole relaxed and ready for my next endeavor. I ran my thumb over his entrance and it tried to pull me in. He was ready. “Relax and take it, baby.” I said soothingly, grabbing the lube and small dildo from table.

    I slicked him up, sliding my finger easily in and out of him, preparing him. The dildo I grabbed was flesh tone, six inches and three inches around. I knew he could probably handle more. He had taken Chris after all, but I wanted this to be more a slow teasing than anything else. I would make him beg to cum when I was done with him.

    I moved up close to him, sliding my cock between his cheeks. “You’ll get that soon enough.” I teased sliding along him two more times before pulling away and placing the head of the slicked up toy against him. “Relax. You know what to do.” I pushed and watched as the head popped in with ease. “That’s it, baby.”

    Slowly I pushed it in, his body easily accepting its visitor. Three inches in, the halfway point, I felt his body tense. I paused, taking one hand off the dildo and slowly rubbing his tense cheek. “Relax, baby.” I soothed. “You can do it. You want to do it.” He just needed to quit fighting his true desire. “Breath. Take a deep breath and let it out.”

    I heard the deep exhale. I pushed till the latex replica balls rested against his ass. “You’re doing so good, baby.” I praised. I stroked his cheeks, letting him get adjusted. “Just think about that being my cock sliding into you. You want that, don’t you? My hips pressed against your ass. Me buried deep in you?”

    I could see his body tense then relax several times. “Yes, I want you in me so bad.” He said breathlessly. “Fuck me with that dick, get me ready for you.” I pulled it out slowly, then back in just as slow. “Fuck me, please.” I looked over at Chris who was sliding his hand slow and steady along his cock. He smiled at me, knowing what I was doing.

    I grinned at Chris then began my slow, steady teasing of Frank’s hole. He begged and pleaded for me to go faster, to go harder, but I kept up to slow antagonizing pace I wanted him to suffer with pleasure, to be on that edge and not be able to jump off. I wanted him to learn that he was no longer the master of his own pleasure.

    After ten or so minutes I decided it was time to give him a taste of what he wanted. I picked up the pace, pulling it half way out before quickly shoving it back in him. Frank let loose a flurry of groans, moans and pleads for more, for harder. Just when I thought he might actually explode from my extended teasing, I pulled out the dildo with one quick movement.

    “No!” Frank cried, feeling that emptiness inside him. He pushed back trying to vainly get the toy back in him. “Please, put it back in.” Frank’s voice was almost filled with sobs. “Please, put it back in, I was so close.” I looked over at Chris who waited to see what I would do next. I returned my attention to Frank’s ass and his dripping cock.

    “Stay here, I’ll help you with that problem.” I got up leaving the two. Chris watched me. I carefully opened the freezer and grabbed two ice cubes from the bin. I didn’t let Frank see what I was doing and when I kneeled back down behind him, Chris gave me a proud smile. “This will help.” I pressed the cold cubes to his dick sending Frank howling. “I told you that if you are a good boy, I’ll let you blow your load tonight.”

    “I’m sorry!” Frank screamed, the cold shriveling him. “I’ll be good, I promise.” I felt the ice melting in my hand. “I won’t cum till you till you let me.” He tried to move his body from my cold hold but I had a hold of his cock. “I’m sorry, I’ll obey.” I moved my hand away and letting the air heat this skin again.

    I let Frank settle while I tossed the spent cubes into the sink and decided what was next. I was tempted to use the other dildo on him, but then I looked at Chris, his glistening cock out for display. I knew what I wanted, but I had to take care of Frank. That’s when it hit me what to do. It was cruel. It would be fun for me and teasing for Frank.

    I took the lube and slicked my hole up. Chris watched me with interest. I took the butt plug and pushed it slowly into Frank till it popped in. He let out a sound of satisfaction of being filled again. I moved him onto his back, letting his legs rest. I moved the pillow behind his head and laid on top of him, my cock lined up with his.

     “Fuck me, Chris?” I looked over at him. He was thinking it over. “Let him watch my face, hear my moans while he sees me getting what he can’t have just yet.” I looked Frank in the eyes. “This is what your face is going to look like when I fuck you.” I kissed him lightly on the lips. “Come on, Chris, fuck your boy, please.”

    “I like your thinking.” Chris stood and took up position behind me. He put his hand on my left cheek, pushing it aside to expose my shimmering lubed hole. “I’m going to run you through.” He slapped the head of his dick against its target. “Show him how to take dick like a champion.”

    “Fuuuuck, yes.” I drawled out feeling Chris sink in balls deep. “He feels so good in me.” I said to Frank, my voice dripping with sultry satisfaction. “I can feel every inch of him in me. He’s in so deep.” I heard a soft cry of longing escape Frank. “I love that full feeling, don’t you Frank? Feeling a man in you, filling you up?”

    “Enough teasing.” Chris growled. “My cock needs attention.” He began pulling out till it was just the tip in, then slammed back in me full hilt. “Moan for us, Nick.” He repeated the action. “Show him how good it feels.” I released the pent of sounds of pleasure while Chris continued to use my hole. “That’s it. See Frank, good boys let the men who use their holes know how much they appreciate it.”

    Frank kept his face trained on mine, his eyes filled with longing to be me at that moment. His cock was hard alongside mine. I could feel every twitch and pulse as they rubbed against each other with Chris’s push and pull. I made sure Frank heard every bit of the elation Chris was giving me. I wanted him to see it on my face.

    Chris thrust hard and deep into me, making sure I could feel it deep in me. He rotated his hips just so, letting him go deeper into me. His hard body slapped against my ass, pushing me along Frank, our cocks soaking our skin with precum as we rubbed against each other. I couldn’t believe how hard we both were.

    “Milk my cock.” Chris said through gritted teeth. He had been slicing into me for a good ten minutes. I knew he had stamina and could easily go twenty to thirty no problem, but I had been putting on a show and he had been priming himself watching. “I’m going to fill you up. I’m going to breed your boy hole.”

    Chris let out a guttural barrage of expletives as he cock swelled and released deep in me. I could feel his massive cock pulse in me as shot after shot was fired into me. Chris rested in me while I grinded my ass against him, pulling every last drop out of him. “Good boy.” I felt the slide from my ass. “Give your boy the treat of tasting a real man’s seed.”

    I lifted off Frank, holding my ass clenched tight. “Roll over, baby.” Frank complied eagerly, allowing me to free him from his bonds. He flexed his arms, getting the blood flowing in them. I took his spot, resting my head on the pillow. “Go ahead, baby, I know you’re hungry, eat.” I teased, wiggling my leaking ass.

    Frank moved behind me, I could feel his eyes admiring my butt. He was torn between his instinct to obey and his mind telling him to plunge in and get release. He spread my cheeks apart, exposing his prize. I was half expecting him to try and slide his cock in when I felt his mouth slurping and sucking at my hole, his stubble scratching oh so good on my cheeks.

    I was impressed by his eagerness and intensity. His tongue swirled around, pushing into me. My cock throbbed. When Frank was done eating one load out of me from one side, he’d be sucking another load me from the other. I arched back into him, letting him get deeper with my tongue. I bet he’d eat my ass all day if I let him.

    As much as I was enjoying his devouring my ass, I needed my own release. I reached back and pushed his head back, hearing the wet pop as his lips released their suction. “Time for me to feed my baby.” I rolled over and held my cock up with one hand to present to him. “Come on, nurse that dry.”

    Frank swallowed me down, burying his nose into my smooth groin. “That’s it baby, get me off quick and fast.” I stroked his head lovingly as worked my cock with his warm mouth. I looked over to see that Chris was once again watching the show. I gave him a content look as I felt the fire in my balls ignite. I wouldn’t last long.

    “You’ve got me close, baby.” I pushed up into his throat. I felt that urge climbing in me. I gritted my teeth. “Fuck, I need to cum in you.” I grabbed hold of Frank’s head and thrust hard up into his willing mouth, slamming his face into my pelvis. “I’m going to feed you, baby. Are you ready?”

    Frank made some sound that indicated he was ready and I picked up speed, slapping his face into me. “Fuck!” I pulled him down onto me, my cock buried deep in his throat as I exploded. My body shook. My vision blurred. I felt the pulses of my seed pumping into him. I let go, collapsing on the floor, letting my cock rest in Frank’s mouth. “That was needed.” I panted. “Come lay beside me.”

    Frank nursed the last bits of my seed then crawled up to my side, resting his head on my chest, his hard cock pressed against my thigh. I kissed the top of his head. “You did good, baby.” I stroked his back. “You may just earn and orgasm yet.” Frank tentatively put his arm around my waist.

    I looked over at Chris who nodded, pondering us on the floor. “I think he’s just perfect for you, Nick.” I patted Frank on his back. “You’re the man he never could be. When you take his ass, when you lose your virginity to him, you’ll really own him.” Those words had power I felt deep in my soul.

    “Does my baby like his butt plug in him?” I said softly to Frank. He nuzzled me close. “Awe, my big strong baby is a butt slut, aren’t you?” He tried to hide his face in my chest, but I stopped him and made his eyes meet mine. “Don’t be ashamed. I’m not.” I kissed him, feeling his body relax. Chris smiled down at us proudly.


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  • You know the rules

    What the fuck! Where was
    that fucking jock strap?! There I was, in the room of our coach and I
    couldn’t find any of his fucking jock straps.

    I know that I should have
    planned this more, but when I saw that the door to the coach’s rooms
    was open and no one was at home, I just could not resist. I know I
    could get caught any minute, but when would I ever get such a chance
    again? The mere thought of holding one of the pieces of fabric that
    are constantly pressed against the coach’s hard muscles gave me a
    boner, but having the one that holds his cock and frames his
    delicious bubble butt was the ultimate prize. It almost made me bust
    my nut.

    I guess my cock had
    overruled my brain and so here I was and could not find what I had
    been seeking. Not in the drawers, not the wardrobe, where could he
    have them?

    I was about to go through
    the dirty laundry when I heard a loud laugh. “You left the door
    open.”

    “Smartass,” it was the coach. Not sure who the first guy was, but right now I did not care. I had only seconds left to hide and with the blood rushing out of my skin and my heart beating like a drum, I basically threw myself into the wardrobe in the bedroom. I knelt down, tried to calm down and listen.

    It did not look as if
    anyone had heard me as no one came into the room. The doors of the
    wardrobe were not solid wood but had a grid in it. The bars were big
    enough that you could not see what was inside but from within you
    could see the entire room.

    “It’s becoming
    a habit, have you noticed?” The unknown guy sounded close. When
    he entered the room and sat down on the bed I got a good look at him
    and I was pretty sure that his name was Kevin. I had seen those
    slanted, dark eyes, pointy nose, square face and slightly wavy hair
    before. I imagined him in wrestling suits and was confident that he
    was one of the newbies on the team.

    I could hear the door
    being slammed shut, followed by the coach’s voice. “Happy now,
    my queen?”

    Kevin smiled. “Kiss
    my ass, you peasant!”

    “Peasant? I think
    someone is way over his head right now.”

    “Very unlikely, I
    know exactly where I stand.”

    Finally the coach came in and he was as hot as always: big chest, thick arms, stretching his shirt all out, his jeans filled with his thick legs and butt; Jesus was the guy sexy. His black hair was once again geeled upwards and short at the sides, he had a slight beard at the chin, and his sharp cheekbones accentuated his face as always. How often had I fantasized about this womanizer taking a short trip to the other shore and piledriving his dick into my willing ass? His big almond-shaped eyes had a glazed look and I saw the reason for it in his right hand. He finished the beer and put the bottle on a cupboard near him.

    “I do not have to
    teach you who’s in charge, do you?” He asked while standing
    threateningly over Kevin.

    Kevin just grinned at him
    for that. “Not going to happen.”

    The coach jumped and threw
    Kevin back on the bed. Instead of a scream Kevin laughed and tried to
    get out of under the coach’s body, without success. The coach took
    him into a headlock and Kevin dug into his muscular arms but could
    not break his grip. His face was starting to turn red.

    “What was it that you
    just said?” coach asked sarcastically. “I am sure it was
    MASTER.”

    “Fuck you,”
    Kevin said in a strangled voice.

    Coach chuckled. “Oh
    no, you’re the one who gets fucked here!”

    Kevin struggled and
    finally managed to break free and fly off the bed to face the coach
    with a red head, breathing heavily. He must have loosened the grip on
    Kevin’s neck, giving him the chance: “Not this time, bitch. You
    will be the one fucked tonight!”

    “You know the rules,”
    Coach stated, resting on his arms and looking up at Kevin with a
    broad grin. “Be the first to say Uncle, you get the dick in the
    ass. And that’s always been you!”

    Kevin was breathing more
    calmly now, “Not this time,” he said and squeezed his
    crotch.

    Coach got up from the bed
    and faced Kevin. “You know the rules!”

    “I do,” was the
    only reply before Kevin had tackled him to the bed and grabbed the
    coach into the same hold he had captured him before. He must have put
    all his strength in it to hold the coach, because it seemed to be
    working. The coach actually struggled.

    “Just tell me you
    want my dick, then the pain will stop, old man.”

    Kevin started grinding
    against the coach’s ass.

    “Fuck you,” was
    the only answer. Coach stretched out his arms; furiously trying to
    catch Kevin’s head. In response Kevin pushed hard again and gave
    coach a punch in the side, making him scream.

    “Okay,” he said.
    “Uncle.”

    Kevin poked a fist in his
    side. “What did you say,” he snarled.

    Groaning, coach screamed:
    “Uncle! Uncle! Fuck you, you bitch, Uncle!”

    “Bitch?” Kevin
    grinned from one ear to the other. “You still dare to call me
    bitch?” He released the coach and kicked him in the side. The
    hunk rolled off the bed and crashed onto the floor.

    Kevin quickly followed and
    sat on the coach’s back. He pulled his arms up and held them over his
    knees, a Camel Clutch, a favorite of the coach. Kevin put his hands
    around coach’s head and pulled him back by the chin. “Who is the
    bitch now?”

    “Me!”

    “And who will be
    fucked?”

    “Me,” said
    coach, who was out of breath.

    Kevin let go of him and
    the coach collapsed to the floor. Kevin raised a bit to open his
    jeans. “I’ve waited a full week for this,” he said, while
    freeing his nicely formed, very hard cock from his black boxers.

    Coach was only sighing. He
    reached down and fumbled at his jeans himself. Hampered by Kevin
    kneeling over him, he managed to pull down his pants and reveal a
    big, tight-looking, very white and hairless ass.

    „Pure muscles“; Kevin
    noted approvingly before pulling the delicious ass upwards (forcing
    the coach on his knees) before he slapped the worked-out buttocks. He
    lapped at it once and shortly thereafter licked the coach’s hole
    like a maniac. He pulled the buttocks wide apart to taste the coach’s
    cunt as deep as possible. This treatment made the coach whimper,
    submissive and begging for more.

    “Yes… Oh God yes.
    Don’t stop Kevin! Holy shit, you’re killing me.”

    Kevin must have given him
    an excellent tongue massage, because the coach didn’t even protest
    when his hole got spit on and a finger inserted. Quite the contrary,
    he even moved his ass back and forth while Kevin kneaded his
    buttocks. There was no doubt, the coach wanted to be fucked. Everyone
    could see it. Or at least I did, and Kevin did too. He switched from
    a finger to a thumb and starting fucking a bit faster until the coach
    had become completely subservient.

    My cock was hard as a rock
    at that moment but I could not do anything about it. Because I was
    busy recording it all on my phone. No one in their right mind would
    have let this opportunity pass by.

    If it weren’t for Kevin
    working the coach’s ass so good that he made him a moaning bitch in
    heat they surely would have heard me by now. My breath came in short
    puffs, not much different from the coach’s when Kevin stopped his
    thumb fucking. But the two were so loud that I couldn’t hear myself
    anymore.

    Kevin spat in his hand and
    smeared the saliva over his cock.

    “Go slow, okay?”
    coach asked.

    “Bullshit,”
    Kevin said. “You’re never slow with me, and now its payback
    time.”

    In no time Kevin had brought himself in position. All he had to do was grab his dick and plugging the coach’s ass. A short cry rang through the room, when the coach was broken in, then Kevin was already sliding back and forth inside him. At first he was doing it slow, then faster and faster. The pain in the coach‘s face had quickly given way to an ecstatic expression.

    With that all dams broke.
    Kevin screwed the coach properly, becoming faster quickly. Doing a
    good job. The coach became totally loose, transformed into a willing
    brood mare. Both were one hell of a site. Especially the coach’s
    vibrating muscle ass, which was bouncing with each movement; my eyes
    were glued to it. The thought of fucking that tight ass properly made
    me shoot my load with a low scream without touching myself.

    The two hunks couldn’t hear me, not over all of their wheezing and grunting.

    Kevin started to ram
    into the coach more and more strongly, the coach grunting with every
    thrust. His hands were digging into the carpet and his face was full
    of pleasure. Who could blame him? Kevin started ramming him
    especially hard now, and drops of sweat dropped from both of them.
    “So close,” Kevin said through clenched teeth.

    “Breed me,”
    moaned the coach. “Cum in my ass!”

    With a few last hard
    thrusts, both faces seemed to distort in convulsions: their mouths
    opened into an O, and they moaned. Finally, Kevin bore one last time
    deep into coach and then stayed there.

    Coach raised his head and
    Kevin leaned down to kiss his cheek.

    Slowly, Kevin pulled his
    cock out of coach and lay down next to him. Coach turned and hugged
    Kevin. Smiling, Kevin asked, “And how was it?”

    “Fantastic fuck,”
    coach answered slightly breathless.

    Kevin looked down at
    coach’s still hard dick and bent forward to clean him off. Coach
    rolled his eyes upwards as Kevin’s head moved quickly. I could see
    coach’s balls bob up and down and his dick shoot a second load into
    Kevin’s mouth.

    Smiling, Kevin gave coach
    another kiss. “You’ve never shot twice before,” he said.

    “Never been fucked
    before.” Coach answered, still slightly breathless. Then turned
    to Kevin and said: “New rule: The winner gets the dick in the ass.”

    “Fine with me,” Kevin
    answered before both hugged and kissed each other tenderly. “Ready
    for bed?” Kevin asks.

    “Sure.”

    They got to their feet, undressed and then got into coach‘s bed.

    Only after a long while
    past darkness did I get out of there. Albeit not before making a last
    few pictures of the coach and his fantastic ass being spooned by
    Kevin.


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  • My First Love

    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 END OF THE AFFAIR

    Wednesday dawned hot and clear. It looks like summer was really going to go out with a bang this year and not just go whimpering off into the corner. I got up for school when all I really wanted to do was to lay in bed and dream about Will and the past three days we’d got to spend together. I forced my way through my morning classes. Not really paying attention. I just couldn’t wait to see Will at lunchtime and hoped and prayed that he would have time to let me suck him dry, or he wanted to fuck me, I couldn’t decide which I wanted to have happen more. What was a boy supposed to do?

    Lunchtime finally got here. I raced through lunch and then high tailed it over to the running track to see Will. Thankfully Will was there running laps, and I was content just to sit there and watch him until he’d finished and I got to walk him back to the change rooms. We swapped small talk ‘til we got to the change rooms. Will grabbed his bag and hustled me into one of the cubicles. As soon as the door was locked behind us, Will turned and drew me into a passionate embrace, and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. When we broke apart, I dropped to my knees grabbing Wills’ shorts, and jockstrap dragging them down to the ground with me. Will’s cock sprang to attention straight away, nearly hitting me in the face, and I fell on it like a starving man. I hoovered his cock down my throat and didn’t stop until my nose bumped into his abdomen. I marvelled at the texture of the skin of his penis and how it felt on my tongue, the silky smoothness of it. I thought I could even feel the blood throbbing away in the veins that ran along his cock as it sat on my tongue, only releasing his cock when I had to breathe. It was only then that I let Will slide his cock out of my mouth. I took a quick breath and sucked Will’s cock back down again. When Will’d pulled back for the second time, I kept my lips fastened around the shaft of Will’s cock, just below the head, as I worked my tongue around the head and under his foreskin. Having cleaned under Will’s foreskin, I tried to force my tongue into his piss slit.

    When Will couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed me by the back of my head and pile drove his cock into my mouth. With some sense of urgency, Will picked up the pace, until he was raping my mouth. Finally, Will let go of his cum like an exploding volcano, as hot ropes of sweet cum spewed out of the head of his cock; I drunk it all down. While Will fell back against the back wall of the cubicle, I sucked the remains of his cum out of his cock. Sated I kissed Will’s softening cock, stood up, kissed Will passionately, then left him in the cubicle to shower and dress for class.

    I was getting used to, and liking very much, walking around school, and attending classes with the taste of Wills’ cum in my mouth, and the memory of his velvety smooth cock as it slid in and out of my mouth. I couldn’t wait until I got home so I could beat my meat while wearing his jockstrap on my face. I had to be really stern with myself, all afternoon because all I wanted to do was rip the bag open and breathe in the heady aroma of Will’s muskiness. I kept getting told off for daydreaming in class, which, as all my teachers took great pains to explain to me, this was not like me at all. They did inquire if I was Ok, and I just explained that I was a little distracted today. I couldn’t tell them that all I could think about was the sight of Will’s naked arse running in front of me and me hitting him with the horses’ whip. Turning Will’s back and arse red, when the whip made contact with his naked flesh or the fact that I’d just sucked him off, and I was still savouring the taste of Wills’ cum in my mouth.

    My fantasies then turned to thoughts of maybe tying him up and whipping Will all over, and I wondered if I whipped him for long enough if I could actually make him cum. But as I continued with the daydream, it turned out that I was the one who was tied up and being whipped by Will. Before I realised what had happened, I’d crèmed my pants. In class. I was so embarrassed. I didn’t even wait to ask for permission; I just fled the classroom and ran to the toilet block. Thankfully not too much had leaked out of my jocks. I stripped them off and cleaned myself up with toilet paper as best I could. I then had the problem of what to do with my cum soaked jocks. I had nothing to put them in, and I really didn’t want to walk around school with a pair of cum filled jocks in my hands, and I certainly wasn’t going to put them in my pocket. So, in the end, I decided to just flush them down the loo. I then had the problem of what was I going to wear; instead of my jocks, I’d never gone commando in public at school before, well not at school anyway, but as there was nothing else I could do; I had no other option but go commando. Not that I’m a prude or anything, fuck my whole family walks around the house naked, and while I was away with Will, I went commando then. It’s just something I’d never done at school, and I certainly didn’t go commando at work. It’s just the way it’s always been, but I guess now I don’t have much of a choice now do I?

    So, I pulled my pants back on and checked myself in the mirror. Not that I have a huge cock, but I didn’t want everyone to know I was going commando. The more I thought about it, added to the fact that I kept checking myself in the mirror, was having an unwanted effect on my cock, and it had decided to ‘grow’ again. So, I hurriedly tried to think of something else, and it was at that moment that I realised that I had just run out of class without asking for permission. Now that, idea, certainly had the desired effect on my cock, as it deflated almost immediately. I couldn’t spend too much time worrying about it anymore as I ran back to class, and as I ran, I could feel my cock rubbing against the material and the zip of my pants. This only accentuated the fact, for me, that I was going commando for the first time ever at school, and with that came the thought, although unbidden, that, it just wasn’t something that I did. Well, not a school anyways.

    By the time I got back to class I really was feeling ill, as soon as I stepped into the classroom, the teacher asked me what was wrong. I apologised for running out of class and said I was feeling unwell, and that I hadn’t wanted to throw up in the classroom. My teacher thanked me for my consideration and suggested that if I was that unwell, then I should probably go home.

    Without another word, I grabbed my bag and books and left school for the day. On the way across the school ground, who should I run into? None other than the boy himself. Will asked me what was wrong, so I explained to him what had happened. When he’d finished laughing at me, Will stepped in really close. So close, in fact, that we were practically touching each other. Will reached down and undid the fly of my pants and reached his hand into my pants. Will grabbed hold of my bare cock as he gave a low whistled, and then laughed at me again, but the fact that he was holding my cock was having an undesirable effect, as far as I was concerned, but Will seemed to find it hilarious.

    So, there we were, Will and I, standing in the middle of the school ground, him with his had inside my pants, holding my bare cock in his hand, and me with my cock thickening and growing in his grasp. I looked up at Will and told him he was a bastard and told him to give me back my cock so I could go home. Which he did, eventually, Will pulled his hand out of my pants still holding my engorged cock. Laughing at me Will walked off to wherever he was going, leaving me in the middle of the school ground with my erect cock hanging out of my pants, pointing straight out oozing precum. I quickly stuffed my stiff cock back into my pants, which didn’t help matters too much, as it was clearly visible, now, that I had a raging hardon in my pants. I turned and watched Will’s back slowly disappearing as he walked across the school ground licking his hand clean. I so wanted to call out and tell him he was a right bastard, but I didn’t want to draw any more attention to myself, not like this anyway. So, I just headed home, and it was just my luck that Mum was home early too, so I had to explain to her why I was home from school so early. Not that I’d crèmed my pants, obviously, but that I was sick. Naturally, she sent me to bed, which I didn’t mind too much as I had Wills’ moist jockstrap in a zip lock bag in my school bag, and I so wanted to wank again anyway.

    I went to my room, stripped off and got Wills’ jockstrap out of my school bag. I took it out of the zip lock bag, and as soon as I broke the seal the smell of Will’s musky sweat filled the air and I breathed it in deeply.

    I pulled the jockstrap out of the bag and draped the pouch over my face with the straps pulled over the back of my head, and I was in heaven. I could feel the dampness of his sweat on my face, and as I breathed, all I could smell was the intoxicating aroma of Wills’ crotch and sweat. I was hard instantly and before I could even touch my cock, for the second time in the past hour, I’d cum without having to touch my cock. I must have shouted out because the next thing I knew Mum was knocking on my door asking if I was Ok. I told her I’d stubbed my toe, but that I was Ok, and I was going to bed. She left, and I lay back on my pillows breathing in the muskiness of Will while my mind just wondered where ever it wanted to, I never wanted this moment to end.

    Sometime later I eventually stirred myself. I got up and tore Wills’ jockstrap off my face and put it back in the bag, resealed it and put it away where no one else would be able to find it, and made a start on my homework. I was finding it hard to concentrate on my homework; Wills’ jockstrap kept calling me. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I retrieved the jockstrap and put it on my head again, with the pouch over my face but low enough so that the bottom of the pouch was sitting on the bridge of my nose. So, I could see between the straps that went behind my head, so the waistband ended up around my neck holding it all in place, well sort of anyway. This way every time I inhaled all I could smell was Wills’ muskiness, and this way I was able to concentrate on my schoolwork, albeit with a raging, leaking, hardon. But who cares I was as happy as a pig in shit, and by the time I was called for tea I had almost finished all of my homework. So, I was a very happy boy.

    So now I had a new routine, as soon as I got home from school, I stripped, got Will’s jockstrap out and put it on my head and did all my homework like that, naked, with a raging hardon, but I couldn’t concentrate on my homework any other way. I promise. I tried. I really did, but to work without Will’s jockstrap covering my face was too much like hard work, and homework is too hard to do any other way. Well, it is for me. Now!

    It was becoming increasingly hard to find time to have sex with Will; he was getting better times on the track now, and as he was winning most of the races that he was in and was now a rising star of track and field. Will was now the second fastest male in the state and was winning most of his national titles as well, and it seemed as though we were drifting further apart. Most weekends, now, Will was off at some meet or other somewhere in Australia, and he was becoming a solid contender to be in the squad for the Commonwealth Games.

    I was really happy for Will. I am really happy for him; this is what Will’s trained so hard for. Sure, it was becoming harder for Will to find time for me, but that was Ok, I still had his jockstrap, even if it had dried out, and the memories of course.

    School holidays arrived before I even knew it, and while Will had a huge meet coming up in the second week. It was the final selections for the Commonwealth team, and as I said Will’d worked so hard to make it this far, I was beginning to wonder if our affair was over. If it was, it wasn’t fair. Will is the love of my life. I don’t want anyone else, besides, how on earth would I go about finding someone else? I mean, what are you supposed to do? Place a lover wanted add? And where would you put the add anyway? They certainly don’t have adds like that in ‘The Age’ now do they? I know. I looked.

    The last Friday night of term I went out to the kitchen for tea, after first being warned that we had a gust in the house, and who should be sitting at the table? None other than Will himself. I had to sit down quickly because I had an instant boner, and I didn’t want anyone to see it. During the course of the meal, I found out that Will was there to invite me, and any of my brothers who wanted to, to go up to his families’ holiday house. As a part thank you for all the work, I did, as well as being a bit of a break for Will before he upped his training for the Commonwealth Games trials the following week. My parents had already spoken to Wills’ parents, and everything was arranged, the only decisions that had to be made were by me and my brothers.

    It was all I could do to stay in my seat; I had to resist the urge to leap the table right into Will’s lap, shouting, yes. Yes, I do love you. Yes, I do want to spend a whole week with you. You gorgeous hunk of man, you. Yes, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Yes, I want to have your babies. Well, try to at least. Instead, I just shrugged nonchalantly, and said, “I s’pose. I don’t have any other plans at the moment, other than work.” I then asked Will when he was planning to go, and he said tomorrow morning, he went on to say that the truck was packed already and that he was going to stay at our place tonight and leave early in the morning.

    Will looked around the table and asked the others if they wanted to come, and he got peppered with questions like if anyone else was going, and if we’d have to do any work, etc. Will told us all that no one else was going that it would be just us guys for the whole week. That, yes, there was some work to be done around the place, and that it was some more maintenance work on the property, but that Will didn’t think it would be too much work. Thankfully, none of the others were very interested, so it was just going to be me and Will again if I could get someone to do my shifts again, that is. I raced off and made a few calls and got all my shifts covered, promising everyone that I would do their shifts the following week when I got back. Having got that all settled I sauntered back out to the kitchen, hoping the pounding if my heart in my chest didn’t give me away, and told Will that everything was set and that I’d been able to get all my shifts covered, and asked him what time he wanted to leave.

    He told me that he wanted an early start, so Will said he’d come and wake me when he got up in the morning, and we’d go then. That way we wouldn’t have to battle with the traffic tonight, and it’d be really quiet in the morning. So, with that settled, everyone went off to do their own thing, some of us helped clean up the table and the kitchen, while the rest of us went off and did our own thing. When the kitchen was all done, I went off to my room to pack and to try and get some sleep. I had hoped that Will would have come to my room for a midnight tryst, but it didn’t happen. Will only came into my room to wake me up to get ready to go, mind you to be woken up by Will sucking my cock, really was a great way to start the day, I’d recommend it to everyone. Um, not that they get Will to suck their cock to wake them up, of course, but to at least get someone to wake them up like that, it’s fantastic.

    Will pulled off my cock before I could cum though. Will flipped me onto my back and slapped me as hard as he could on the arse, and I yelled and cursed him. Will flipped me the bird, as he told me to get up and shower, as he wanted to get going. I followed him out to the kitchen and had breakfast, I showered, dressed and got my stuff stowed in the truck, and we ended up leaving home at about 5:30 am.

    We followed the same route as last time, but this time we stopped in Ballarat for an hour so Will didn’t get too tired. After we had walked around for a bit Will got back in the truck, but he wouldn’t unlock my door. “What the fuck’s going on, Will, let me in.”

    “Not until you take your pants and jocks off!”

    “What?” I yelped, “here on a public street? What if someone sees?”

    “Well. It’s either that or no in the truck for you!”

    So, turning bright red I pulled my pants and jocks down, and as I was stepping out of them I heard Will unlock and open my door. He laughed at me as I jumped in, pant less and bright red. He leaned over and kissing me, took my pants and jocks off me and threw them into the back seat. “Let’s go, ‘Loverboy’,” he said as the truck roared into life. Thankfully summer didn’t seem to want to let go this year, and it was still very hot, so at least I wasn’t cold.

    Will asked me if I wanted to stop in Stawell and see the sights. I asked him if I could have my pants back, and as Will said no, then I felt it was prudent to give the sights of Stawell a miss. Will’s laughter filled the cabin as we sped past the Stawell turn off. We threaded our way up through the foothills into Halls Gap. We stopped there again to get our supplies, well Will got the supplies, as I couldn’t get out of the truck, ‘cause Will wouldn’t let me put my pants back on, and finally, we headed on our way to the holiday house. I panicked for a minute when it dawned on me that we may not be alone up here, and here I was pant less. How on earth could I explain that to anyone? What possible excuse could I come up with that would be plausible enough, other than that I’d shat my daks or something?

    Will just smiled at me as he leaned over and kissed me when we finally broke apart, he promised me that no one else was up here. So somewhat reluctantly I got out of the truck, and with my hardon swaying in the breeze I helped unpack the truck. By the time the truck was all unloaded, and we’d stowed everything away, my cock had finally deflated and was hanging down, and being slapped around by my thighs instead of bouncing around all on its own. We sat at the kitchen table again, while Will explained all the work we had to do. We had to check all the fences and repair any damage that wild animals had made. We had to check all the trees and ferns on the property to see if we needed to remove any dead or injured branches, so that they don’t get blown down with the winds or knocked down if they had a heavy snowfall as well as checking the other paths around the property.

    We got the rickshaw out and made sure it was in good repair, pumped up the tyres, as Will assured me we were going to be using it a lot this week. We set to and cleaned up the front and back porches. Made sure all the screens were still intact on the doors and windows, and tidied all the paths up around the house, to make sure it was all neat and tidy. So, it didn’t matter if no one was here over the winter, the place would be fine on its own.

    That night we both sat naked on the back porch, while we ate the meal that Will had cooked on the B-B-Q, and we watched the sun setting over the mountains. Mind you being in the mountains the sun did go down a bit earlier than in the City, so Will got out the Tiki torches, filled them up, and slotted them into their slots spaced around the back-porch railing, and lit them. This way we had enough light to sit and talk, or, whatever, as well as checking to see that they worked.

    We did talk about how Wills’ running career was taking off, and how much he had improved in the past six months. What Will’s plans were for the future, and it turns out that if he does well at the Commonwealth Games, then he has an excellent chance of going to the Olympics. I was really happy for Will, while this hadn’t been his dream last year, now that it seemed like a reality, that he kind of really wanted to go for it, and I did wish him every success with it. With that Will stood up and told me that that was enough of depressing talk of the future and what it might or might not be. As Will was talking he was going around and dousing all the torches, he came over to me, in the semi-dark, he reached down and grabbed hold of my flaccid cock he led me inside to our room and pushed me back onto the bed and started to lick and kiss me all over.

    I looked up at him and told him to fuck me. Will pulled me to the end of the bed, so my arse was just about hanging off the edge of the mattress, then putting both my legs over his shoulders. I could feel the blunt head of Will’s penis pushing at my hole, and I pushed back until I felt his cock gain entrance to my chute, then he was off. Will fucked me hard and rough, and I was lovin’ every minute of the ride. Until I felt Will’s cock buck inside me, and he collapsed on top of me still with his cock buried deep in my arse.

    We kissed while will recovered himself enough to pull out of my arse. We moved around on the bed until we were laying side by side. We started to kiss, and as our kisses got hotter more and more urgent, I broke off and kissed Will’s face, his jaw, down his neck, until I got to his chest. I found one armpit and lost myself in the smell of Will’s muskiness and lapped all the sweat I could find there. I slowly moved across Will’s chest visiting each of his coppery coloured paps in passing, licking, kissing, and biting each of them in turn, then continued my journey to his other armpit. When I’d had my fill of all I could find in that armpit I moved down Will’s body, marvelling how much his abs were more defined now, and the feeling of the rock-hard muscles buried beneath the skin. Finding Will’s navel, for reasons that totally escaped me, I started to drill his navel with my tongue for all I was worth. ‘Til I could feel Will reaching for me. I evaded Will’s grasp and made my way down to his shaved pubic region and felt some stubble there, which I had never noticed before; finally, I found his cock, but I wasn’t ready for that just yet. I detoured down to his thighs, licking and kissing his inner thighs, and I could hear the moans I was provoking from Will. Finally, I took each of Will’s massive balls into my mouth, licking and sucking them each in turn, then like a little lap dog, I started to lap at the base of his cock. Slowly making my way up the underside of his cock, which, I was pleased to note, was growing again under my ministrations, until I reached his sensitive tip.

    Then with more reckless abandon than I thought I’d ever use, I swallowed Will’s cock right to the base and kept the full length of it down my throat, until my lungs were screaming for air, and only then did I pull back of his cock. When will’s cock slapped back onto his abdomen, I started to lick it all over to make sure it was all nice and clean. I saw Wills’ nuts begin to draw up to his abdomen, and it was at that point I left his cock alone and moved up and lay beside Will, while he howled in protest.

    We kissed, then throwing me on my back Will took his revenge. Will worked his slow way down my body until he found my cock. Will worked my cock over until I was just about to cum, and that was the point he decided to stop. Will didn’t move and held me down so I couldn’t get at my cock either. Will just stopped kissing and sucking my cock, and I laid there squirming trying to get him to keep kissing and sucking my cock. I wanted release so bad, but Will just held me so I couldn’t move maddingly the only thing I could feel was Wills’ hot breath on my cock as he exhaled. When Will sensed that the moment passed he started to lick, kiss, and suck my cock again, and again he took me to the point of almost no return, then stopped. The bastard kept holding me down while I bucked and squirmed on the bed trying to get something to rub against my cock so I could get past that point and shoot my load. But with Will holding me down there was nothing I could do until the moment passed. Then Will started up again. The bastard did this to me 12 times before he’d let me cum. 12 times can you believe it? It was the first time I’d ever been edged, and when I did cum, I thought my cock was going to split at the seams and explode into a million bits. My orgasm was so intense, I yelled and screamed at the top of my lungs until I eventually came down off the incredible high, I hadn’t even noticed that Will had moved up and was holding me in his arms. I laid there in his embrace, with my chest heaving, crying into his chest, and Will was making shushing noises until I’d finished and composed myself.

    Without realising it I must have fallen asleep, as the next thing I knew I could see the light bleeding through the gaps of curtains, and I realised that I was in the bed on my own.

    I got up and went to find Will. I found Will sitting on the back porch drinking his morning coffee, scratching at his groin. “Hey there, sleepy head. I was wondering when you’d surface. Have a good time last night?”

    “Yeah,” I said yawning and stretching, “I had the best sleep. I’d ask you if you have crabs, but you have to have hair to have crabs, so why are you scratching?”

    “I haven’t shaved in the past couple of days. I thought you might like to do it for me,” Will said looking up at me.

    “Um, I’ve never shaved before…”

    “So, what? You don’t grow facial hair??”

    “Well, Yeah, I do,” I replied going beet red, “I’ve just never shaved anywhere else.”

    “Did I ever tell you how fuckin’ sexy you look when you blush? Come on I’ll teach you. It’s easy. Um, just don’t cut me. Ok!”

    With that Will got up and took me by the hand and led me to the shower. Will started the shower, and we both jumped in. After we had both soaped each other over, Will got me to kneel in front of him. He handed me the shaving crème and razor and told me how to shave his pubes. When I’d finished that, without cutting him, and Will’d rinsed himself in the running water, he turned around and presented his arse to me, and again he instructed me in how to shave his arse properly. Again, when I’d finished, Will rinsed himself in the running water. Will asked me if I’d had enough. I told him to shut up; I got off my knees and proceeded to shave the rest of him, his pits, arms, chest, and legs. When I’d finished the rest of him, I told Will to bend over and grab his ankles, and while he was bent over like that, I shaved his perineum for him.

    We finished up in the shower, and I had breakfast, while Will and I discussed all the work we had to do around the place. We decided to check the fence line first because we could check all the trees and bushes along the fence line at the same time.

    We went outside and chucked all the tools in the back of the rickshaw, and with me clad only in my customary pair of overalls, t-shirt, and runners. Will, of course, just in his jockstrap, runners, and of course with the butt plug, with tail, in situ, I climbed into the rickshaw and with Will pulling the rickshaw, we were off.

    They owned quite a few acres of land; consequently, it took us all day to check most of the fence line. I was a bit torn between feeling sorry for Will running around in this heat, but sitting there watching his great bubble butt bobbing around in front of me was such a turn on. When we stopped for lunch, I did offer to swap spots with Will, and thankfully he refused. Although I’m sure, Will might’ve had second thoughts after I found the horses’ whip again, which he’d tried to hide. So, by the end of the first day we had repair most of the fences and trimmed the trees and bushes back from the fence, and Wills’ back and arse were a flaming red colour. I liked the way that they had the track, which led down from the house to the creek and continued to go all around the fence line of the property as well. As it allowed for easy access, with the rickshaw, to all the fences, and the path acted as a small fire break too, yep, they’d put a lot of thought into it.

    By the time we got back to the house poor Will was buggered, figuratively of course, not literally, so he sat in the deck chair, while I cooked tea over the B-B-Q, and we sat and ate together while we watched the sun go down. We made our way indoors, cleaned up and had another night of mad passionate sex, and so the pattern of our days was set. We worked on the property all day, ate on the back porch, and had mind-blowing sex. The only thing that was different from our first day is that Will decided to wake me, from the second day on, by slapping my arse as hard as he could, so by the end of the week it was hard to tell whose arse was going to hurt more, Will’s or mine.

    So, we could work our way through the trees and bush on their property, to check for any dead or damaged branches, plant life, or any burrows from the wildlife, they had made a special rickshaw, which was about half as wide as a regular rickshaw, and the wheels were thicker. That was so they could manoeuvre it around their property without the need of the wider path, and by the time we’d finished, we had a massive pile of branches and bags of plant material stacked on the back of the truck.

    Also, by the end of the week. I was wearing a butt plug as well, all day, only taking it out to shit, shower, or when Will was fucking me, and while I was in the shower, I could feel how much my hole gaped open. Will assured me that it would close again after I stopped wearing my butt plug so much, but I wasn’t sure I’d want to leave it out when I got home. I’d have to think about that one.

    On our last night at the house, after having got all the work done, and feeling very pleased with ourselves, and having stacked all the branches we had cut for firewood in the shed, I headed inside to find Will and see what he’d cooked for tea. But I couldn’t find Will anywhere; he wasn’t on the back-porch cooking, he wasn’t in the kitchen, the bathroom, or the toilet. So as a last resort I checked the bedroom, and there he was lying spreadeagled on the bed with a big bow tied around his cock and balls. Will looked up at me and told me he thought he’d give me a present seeing as I’d worked so hard around the place. Naturally, I had to thank him for my gift, which meant we had sex, of course. Eventually, we got up and cooked and ate, and then went back to bed.

    Sunday morning dawned hot and clear, because the weather was so unseasonably warm, from the very first day of arriving up here, I’d started going naked around the place. Well not completely naked I was wearing runners and my butt plug, and we both had clothes in the back of the rickshaw in case we needed to cover up with the work we’d been doing. So, it was a bit uncomfortable to be fully clothed again after being nude for so long. We had breakfast, cleaned the house, and loaded our washing in the truck to take back with us. Will took me by the hand and we walked up the drive and crossed over the road in front of the house and climbed up the side of the mountain. When we got to the top, there was a kind of lookout, and the view was breathtaking. You could see for miles. The bush looked so lush and green. We stayed up there for about an hour; then Will said we had to go. So, with a heavy heart, I went back to the truck with Will, and we drove home.

    Will dropped me off at my place, he thanked me for all my help, and then he was gone. I grabbed all my stuff and went inside. No one was home, so I unpacked my gear and put on a load of washing, and as I was cleaning out the bottom pocket of my backpack, I found a big zip lock bag with all of Wills’ jockstraps in it. Will’d worn a fresh one each day, not that I’d noticed, mind you, and at the end of the day he put them all into the zip lock bag, so when I opened it the smell of his muskiness almost bowled me over. I was hard instantly and almost shot my load in my pants again. I grabbed the jockstrap of Wills’ I had that was dry now and swapped it for one of the new damp ones, I resealed the bag and hid it on the top of my wardrobe. I texted Will a huge thank you, and he texted back that I was welcomed, and he hoped that I would find a good use for them.

    *********

    For the last week of the school holidays I worked every day to make up for all the shifts I’d swapped, as well as doing my normal shifts too, and before I knew it the school holidays were over, and I was heading back to school. I knew Will wouldn’t be there as he was currently in England at the Commonwealth Games and was going to miss the first three weeks of term, so I mooned around at home, school, and work, while I missed him.

    During the first week of term, though, I got some exciting news. The school wanted to put me in the accelerated learning program as I was doing so well with my school work, and some of my teachers thought the work seemed a bit easy for me. It meant that I started in year 11 the following week; consequently, I ended up with a ton of homework. So, with my new workload at school, and my shifts at Woollies meant that I didn’t even have time to scratch myself. By the time Will was back at school I’d totally immersed myself into my schoolwork and was catching up with my new classmates.

    The downside to the accelerated school program is that it didn’t let me have a lot of spare time for Will, and the fact that he’d won all his heats at the Commonwealth Games meant that he was now a real contender for the Olympics, and he was now training for the Olympics full-time. So, Will didn’t have a lot of spare time either, but I had such a need for him, his body. Sure, I had the bag of jockstraps, but they weren’t Will. They weren’t a person I could hold, make love to; I couldn’t even talk to them or anyone else for that matter.

    The July school holidays were here quicker than I realised, and by now I was surpassing my fellow students again, and there was talk of pushing me up to year 12 next term. But it was such a big jump, and this time I’d be six months behind everyone else, but I’d promised I’d think about it over the holidays.

    During the holidays I ran into Will in the park. I missed him so bad I just burst into tears, and he held me close till I could recover myself, I didn’t care if anyone saw me. We sat on a park bench and talked and caught up on each other’s news; I was thrilled that he had done so well at the Commonwealth Games and that he was now training for the Olympics. Will was blown away by the fact that we could be in the same classes next term.

    As we parted ways I asked if we could hook up again soon, and Will said he’d try, but couldn’t promise anything, and as much as I didn’t want it to, I knew that our affair was dying right before my eyes, and it hurt so bad. I didn’t think anything could hurt so much, I did wonder if I went back to year 10, if things could go back to the way they were, but deep down I knew it doesn’t work like that. We were being forced apart, and I was heartbroken.

    At the beginning of the 3rd term, I did start year 12, I had to give up my job in order to cope with all the extra schoolwork, but my Manager promised that I could have my job back if I wanted it at the end of the year. The upside of the new change was that Will and I had some classes together, so I got to see more of him than I had last term. But it was a ‘look but don’t touch’ scenario, and that seemed harder to bear for me and made my longing for Will only intensify. I had no way of finding out how Will felt about the situation, as we were never alone for long enough for me to ask him.

    *******

    Before I knew it, the year was over; I’d sat my final exams with everyone else, and felt pretty hopeful about the outcome. Melbourne University was very interested in me going there next year, so I’d had a meeting with them and was trying to decide what I wanted to study, what I wanted to do as a career. I suddenly thought I was growing up to fast; I had such a longing to just going back to being a boy again, with nothing to worry about but how I’d fill my days these holidays. Not trying to decide what career I wanted to have. I just wanted the world to go away and leave me and Will alone.

    My birthday fell between Christmas and New Year’s, I was turning 17, and trying to decide what I wanted to do for a career, but all I could think about was missing Will so much. The feel of him, the smell of him, sure I had the memories of him making love to me the first time. The memory of seeing Will running in front of me pulling the rickshaw wearing nothing but a jockstrap and his runners, and who could forget his butt plug complete with the horses’ tail, but now they were such painful memories. After Christmas, I took to my bed and didn’t leave it, other than to go to the loo or eat of course. I told my parents that I was just tired from all the studying I’d been doing, so they left me to it.

    I don’t know what woke me, but as usual, I was sleeping with my window wide open because this summer seemed to be even hotter than last year if that could be possible, I was sleeping just on my bottom sheet, naked. Well, that’s not entirely true, as I did have my butt plug in, but not seeing anything in the dark, I just assumed it must have been a dream. I’d just rolled over to try and go back to sleep when I felt someone get on my bed, and before I could react, I heard them say, “Hi, ‘Loverboy’. Did you miss me?”

    “Will,” I squealed and promptly burst into tears. He held me close to his chest, and when my tears had subsided, Will laid me back on my bed, kissed me and laid down beside me on the bed and held me close and nuzzled into my neck. Slowly we made love, Will found my butt plug and pulled it out with his teeth. I stripped him, and he fucked me slowly, sensually.

    When we’d finally finished, Will told me that this was goodbye, he was off to Canberra to train for the Olympics after New Year’s. We promised to keep in touch, knowing full well that this was goodbye that our love affair was finally over. As Will climbed out my bedroom window, he turned back to me and told me he loves me, and with that, he was gone. I had to face the reality that I’d probably never see Will again, and with that thought rolling around inside my head I laid back down and cried myself to sleep.


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    Bastian


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  • The Farmer’s Son

    My name is Erick, I am 30, a traveling salesman for a sporting goods wholesaler, and a macho gay. I travel a lot to small towns in the rural Midwest. And I can always find action in their public parks, glory holes in the courthouses, etc.  It was a dark and stormy Sunday night. I was traveling on a back road as a short cut. Because of the heavy downpour, I pulled into a driveway to a farmhouse. When the rain slacked up a bit, I tried to get my car started, but in vain. My car is several years old, and has more miles on it than I care to admit.

    I braved the rain by covering my head with a newspaper I had in the car, went to the farmhouse where I could see a light, and knocked on the front door. I hoped they had a phone (this was pre-cell phone days). I was greeted by a real farmer-type in his mid-40s, and good-looking. I told him my name is Erick. He introduced himself as Abe.  I explained my plight, but he replied, “Your chance of finding a garage open now anywhere in these parts is nil. Better wait until tomorrow to phone.”

    “Unfortunately sleeping in my car in the rain won’t be very comfortable,” I commented.

    “Well, you can sleep inside. Come on in,” he said invitingly.

    Abe introduced me to his dumpy wife of a hausfrau, whose name was Hilda and his gorgeous, muscular 18 year old son, named Ernest. Abe said, “You can sleep on the couch, but it isn’t very comfortable. My son has a wide bed in his bedroom, if it’s OK with you. How about you,  son?”

    “That’s no problem for me, Dad” Ernest answered.  I told Abe that it was OK by me too. Need I add that I couldn’t possibly turn down such a fantastic offer? The parents’ bedroom was on the opposite side of the living room to Ernest’s.

    Since they are farmers, they need to turn in early. Ernest offered me a shower in a bathroom that adjoins his bedroom, and provided a towel. When I came out of the bathroom, he was already stripped down to just his shorts and lying on the bed. I almost dropped dead at the sight of his muscular body developed by hard farm work. Since it was a warm summer night, and he had only a ceiling fan, we didn’t need a blanket. I told him I needed to take out my false teeth, and he went into the kitchen to get a glass. I filled it with water and dropped in the dentures.

    I got into bed and he turned off the light on the night stand. We chitchated a bit in a low voice, and I learned that he had just recently finished high school, but had no plans for college.  I got bold and said, “I know how to give a great massage if you are interested.”

    “I never had one, but I’ll try anything at least once,” he bragged.

    “Turn the light back on, since I can’t do it in the dark. It would be better if you had nothing on, but if you are shy, keep your shorts on,” I offered.

    “No, I’m not shy.” With that remark he almost ripped off his shorts. What a nice big dick, even soft.

    “Well, lie on your stomach first.” Then I got out of bed and went into action. I don’t use just any old ordinary massage routine, as shone on those demonstration videos. I practice techniques that aren’t generally known. That included a neck-to-toes massage. After a couple of minutes, he said, “Wow. This makes me totally relaxed.” When I finished his backside, I told him to turn over. Not too surprisingly, he was half hard. This is common when guys get massaged.

    Again starting at his neck, I next worked on his superb pecs. Then I worked gently with his stomach area until I slowly arrived at his groin. I took my sweet time with that area. As my hands got closer to his dick, it got harder. I just gently moved it aside, finished that part, and proceeded down his front legs. Then I proceeded back up his legs until I got to his cock. Instead of moving it, I wrapped my hand around his now-hard prick and began to gently masturbate him.

    He made no effort to stop me, so I decided to spring into action without asking or saying anything to him. I fully engulfed his tool, as he moaned blissfully. He came quickly, I lay back down and he turned off the light, not bothering to put his shorts back on. Neither of us spoke a word throughout the episode.

    Since farmers get up early, I was awakened at 5 a.m with Ernest shaking me. He was standing beside the bed, still naked, and with a full erection. So I did what any red-blooded cocksucker would do under the circumstances, I sat up on the bed and swallowed his dick. Again he came fast. Then he surprised me by saying, “I liked what happened last night and this morning. I wish I could do it every day.”

    “Well, that would be a bit difficult,” I answered. “But I might have a partial solution. I come through this area once a week. Instead of staying at a motel, I could stay here and pay your dad the same amount as the motel, plus breakfast.

    “Hey, I like that idea. Yes, talk to my dad. I think he’ll accept. A little extra money always comes in handy.” We dressed and went for breakfast. I proposed my offer to his father, who accepted.  I would spend every Sunday night there.

    The following Sunday I arrived at the family’s farmhouse about 6 p.m. I had already eaten an early dinner. Getting out of my car, I saw Ernest and another guy his age sitting on the front porch. Ernest introduced me to him. “Hey this is my buddy and neighbor George.”

    George was equally built and cute. He looked like a carbon copy of Ernest. George and I shook hands, then Ernest said to me, “Let me take your bag into my bedroom. I haven’t shown you our barn yet. It’s pretty up to date.” He came back out and we all three struck out for the barn, some distance from the house.

    On the way Ernest said to me, “I told George about you.”

    Surprised, I asked, “What did you tell him?”

    “That you give a great massage.”

    “So what else did you tell him?” I queried.

    “Well, everything.”

    “You sure are a tattle-tale,” I admonished. I knew where all of this was leading. And why not, I love to take on two at the same time. Ernest was probably more interested in showing me George’s equipment than the modernized barn.

    “Let me show you the hay loft first. It has a big fork that reaches down to the hay wagon and throws the hay in the loft,” he stated proudly, using the old-fashioned country word hay wagon. So the three of us climbed steps, not a ladder, up to the hayloft.

    Ernest offered, “Isn’t it comfortable up here? George, why don’t you lie down on the hay? Erick, you can feel up George, he’ll like that.” That surprised me, but what the hell. The idea turned me on, so I groped George, keeping my hand on his crotch, feeling a slow growth in his pants. When his dick got hard I unzipped his fly and managed, with a little help from George, to take out his dick. It was about the same large size as Ernest’s. I went down on George, and he gasped, “He is good.”

    But Earnest corrected him, saying, “He’s not good, he’s fantastic.” Ernest them began pushing my head up and down on George’s rod, probably to get in on the action. George came fast, as they always do with my superb technique. I wondered why Ernest wasn’t pulling out his prick. I felt it in his pants and it was hard. He told me that he wanted to save his load until after he had gotten a massage later in bed.

    We three went back to the house. I went inside to say hello to Abe. I noticed that he seemed a little different, and at first I couldn’t figure out why. Ever so often, he would steal a quick sideways glance at me. Being perceptive, I realized that he was probably puzzled about his son’s chumy relationship with me. Did he suspect something?

    George left and I sat on the front porch enjoying the quietness of the country, while the family had dinner. Soon it was bedtime and I’m sure Ernest was eager to retire. We did our usual thing. The next morning, I had breakfast, said my good-byes, and left.

    The following Sunday, when I arrived, Ernest and George were again sitting on the front porch. I asked Ernest, “Where’s your Dad? I don’t see his car.”

    “He and my Mom went to the Mall. They just left and won’t be back for a couple of hours. I have an idea. How about giving me and George a massage in my bedroom?”

    “Sounds OK to me,” I replied.  The two wasted no time stripping and stretching out nude on Ernest’s bed. I wish I could share with you a photo of the two studs lying there. No need to repeat the sex details. A good time was had by all.

    The following Sunday when I arrived, Abe was sitting on the front porch, shirtless. He still had a nice build for his age. “Where’s Ernest,” I asked.

    “He took Hilda to the mall. She loves to spend time and money there. I was in no mood to go,” he explained. I sat down beside him on the porch swing. Then he surprised me by saying, “Can I talk to you confidently? You seem like a man with lots of experience.”

    “Of course, say anything you want. I can keep a secret,” I assured him.

    “I see by your wedding ring that you are a married man,” Abe commented.

    “More or less. We’re separated,” I lied.

    He began, “Well, here’s what’s on my mind. Hilda never liked sex very much. That’s why we have only one child. She hasn’t let me have any for several years. I’m not very happy about it. I don’t want to go with another woman. I’m an honorable man.”

    “You can always use your hand,” I suggested.

    “Well, I do, but I’m bored with that solution”

    “I have a suggestion,” I said courageously. “You know, some married men let other men suck their dick. It’s not like you’re cheating on your wife. Besides, men suck cock better than women.”

    “He confessed, “I had a guy give me a blow job when I was 20, It was OK. But I don’t know any guys who do that in these parts.”

    Abe began to grope himself, and I could tell his dick was getting hard. I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. He looked shocked and surprised, but didn’t stop me. Although we were on the front porch, the area in front of the house was wooded, blocking any view from the road. I struggled to get the five buttons of his fly freed from inside in his bib overalls. Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing underwear. That made it easier to get his cock out. He was watching me with amazement, saying nothing, but looking pleased.

    I leaned over and swallowed his cock. It was about the same size as his son’s. He moaned like the truly sex-starved person that he was. Meanwhile our porch swing was rocking back and forth, creating a new experience for me. I enjoyed it. Sure enough, he came fast, as I imagined he would. He thanked me and said, “I wish I had known about this earlier. I’ve been missing out on something good. Do you do this to Ernest too?”

    “You’ll have to ask him,” I replied, knowing that he wouldn’t, but that he probably felt that I was sucking off his son too.

    “How can we do this again?” he asked.

    “You’ll have to plan something,” I replied.

    Regrettably, this story doesn’t have a happy ending. During the week after my episode with Abe, my superiors told me that I would be transferred to a different sales region.  It was to be an area from 50 to 100 miles south of the town I live in, instead of 50-100 miles of territory to the north, where Ernest and his family lived.

    The following Sunday I broke the news. I was heart-broken. I could see that Ernest took it hard. His dad seemed crestfallen too. Not only would they lose sexual favors, they would lose a bit of income as well. I gave Ernest my phone number, but it is now six months later and he hasn’t phoned.

    Well, I never believed that the world is perfect.

  • My companion

    Around a year or two ago I took notice to a few couples moving into my neighborhood, some of which had children which was new because this was a retirement type of neighborhood.

    No one paid any mind though, at community meetings most of the older house owners were glad for the change. To break it down the neighborhood was to peaceful, it needed some vibrance.

    Why not families with kids and their pets, a lot of vibrance with the constant house parties and holiday parties plus people come to your house with baked goods. There’s more than that but that’s the main events.

    Now I Ryan Wayne have gained such a special friendship which I absolutely cherish, one of the families had an elder son named Oliver Reece.

    Never held back especially when he walked from across the street from his yard to say, “How’s the weather up there, I bet it’s warmer than the weather down here.”

    The boy at an average is in his late teens because of his refined facial features, but then again his body and skin looked looked anemic. I couldn’t help but laugh as he stood face to chest with me on my worn wooden porch as I was watering my flowers.

    It was a tad rude to me and I had always taken an offense to comments about how bizarre my height was, that’s why I’m apparently the neighborhood giant grouch.

    To me you don’t go around fucking pointing out the obvious, it’s worse when it’s a feature of a person’s body. Extremely rude too, like you don’t see a bomb and decide to cut all the wrong wires.

    That was our first encounter though, our second encounter was when I was outside having myself a little cigarette time. Oliver was outside with the other children whom didn’t hesitate to point out that he was the weakest link, they seemed to have an argument before Oliver walked away.

    By the looks of it they did upset him, as he walked away he was wiping his face in his sweater sleeve. I genuinely wanted to take my leave but I sat there and waited, he eventually found his way in my yard yet again.

    I didn’t acknowledge his presence but instead shifted over, offering him a seat next to me which he took. 

    “Cigarettes aren’t going to make you leave any longer old man.”, glancing over he was just staring at me without a break to blink.

    “Listen kid I’m not that old and everyone has a vice they partake in, what happened with those kids there?”

    I got a shrug by now I had put out my cigarette with a suspicion of Oliver being terminally ill, “They’re just asses all I wanted was to make a friend, how old are you?”

    I was right and I was also right with him being ill when he started wheezing,“I’m 56, you?”

    “I’m a home schooled nineteen year old, Oliver Reese and you?”, little cough came not a second after his introduction to me as far as I can remember.

    My intention was not not push the subject of his health so I didn’t mention it at all, “Retired police officer, Ryan Wayne and it’s nice to meet you kid.”

    “Like wise Ryan.”

    Ever since day we’ve shared many bits and pieces of our lives to one another, I did find out that Oliver just had very weak lungs. Lived with both parents and three elder siblings, his mother thought him his school lessons. Father is a businessman.

    In return I told him that I had no children or partner, five siblings though who occasionally visited. All true, all choices I never had regrets for.

    Over the next couple of weeks we’ve spent almost every afternoon in each other’s company, I had expressed to Oliver that my siblings and I often went camping. Hiking and even visited the beach when I was around his age, he of course wanted to hear stories and in return expressed he had dreams of doing those same things.

    His mother wouldn’t allow it but I did get the opportunity to take him to the beach, that was a fun day watching the frail brown hair and blue eyed boy have fun in the shallow water while the sun shone in all it’s brilliance.

    The day that followed after was another warm one but we spent it on my porch having ice cream, it all might seem abnormal. Our bond but his father did thank me at one point for making Oliver’s life much more fun, he also said to ignore his wife’s ways.

    Now fast forward to a month of me making everyday worth it, Oliver was trying to braid my over grown black hair which went well pass my shoulders.

    Our conversations finally landed us on a sensitive spot, “You know I’ve never asked but how tall are you Ryan?”

    A little chuckle came out but I was no longer insecure about my height, “I’m actually 6ft’7 Ollie.”

    “Oh wow, am just 5ft’6. You worked out because of your job?”, I noded.

    Once he was done he’d shown me his work in a hand held mirror and I’d praised him for it, not to long after he left as it was nighttime. The days that followed I spent them alone until his father came to my doorstep one late evening, he didn’t seem to be withholding happy news.

    His features were fixed in pain, he had come to tell me that the last time I saw Oliver he actually collapsed after a coughing fit. He even coughed up blood and had to be rushed to the hospital, the lung problem is at a critical point. He said at this point they didn’t want to let the kid suffering and they were going to tell the doctors to disconnect the equipment, he’d advise to visit the very next day which I didn’t question doing.

    That morning I had to use my policeman perks to get in as it wasn’t visiting hours, but once I was in the room Oliver’s father sent me to my heart broke.

    Seeing how he was wasting away, knowing that I was going to loose him I bit back my over powering emotions and bid fair well to my companion. I knew that we’d probably meet in another life, I’d hope actually.

    Later on that day once I was at home I remember breaking down and crying for what felt like the first time in my life, being a policeman made me have steel emotions but this time they turned to liquid. Soon after the days flew by and then it was the funeral, a small yet intimate funeral on a rainy day. I distinctly remember that Oliver’s mother was inconsolable, her husband held up for his wife.

    I on the other hand didn’t show any emotions as I stood under my umbrella that is until I got home, I broke down pretty much like I did the first time but choose to do some gardening. Yes it was still raining but I didn’t mind. A couple days after my new routine began which was making various colorful bouquets of flowers and taking it to Oliver’s grave, I still do it at my age of 60.

    I still do it because I’ll never forget the impact of Oliver on my lonesome life. 

  • Practice

    I love my apartment. I have a top floor spacious modern apartment with a balcony that has the best view. Not only can I look out and admire the beautiful cityscape, but I also get to admire my neighbor who lacks even the slightest bit of modesty. I can’t tell you the number of weekend mornings I’ve spent chatting with him in just a pair of tight briefs.

    Let me paint you a picture of this delectable thirst trap that is Jonathan, my neighbor. He’s a personal trainer, and one that is in very high demand apparently. That’s how he can afford the same apartment as me. He’s just about my height at five eight, and that’s where the similarities end. He has short black hair cut military short on the sides that blends into his carefully sculpted perpetual dark stubble. He’s not cut. He’s ripped, but not overly done.

    He’s not bodybuilder big, but linebacker big, which he apparently was in high school and college. That’s how he got that scar on his roman nose. He apparently broke it tackling some guy in the end zone. I wanted him to tackle me in my end zone. Speaking of which. I hadn’t seen it uncovered, but Todd was packing in the front and back.

    He has these perfectly sculpted butt cheeks that the briefs cling to like a second skin, giving each cheek a perfect outline. His cock is average, about seven or so but it’s thick. I’ve seen his morning wood straining against the fabric on more than one occasion. Damn, he was such an unknowing tease.

    It’s all I can do to jump the balcony partition run my hands through that crest patch of chest hair, and worship that chiseled body on my way down to suck the very essence out of him over and over again. There’s just one problem. He’s straight. He’s obviously, achingly straight. He always has his big boobed gorgeous coming out to hang all over him.

    After our little chats, I’d head on line to find some reasonable facsimile to satisfy my cravings. For three months, he’s given me blue balls by ten and had me sticking my dick into some stranger or having him stick his in me by eleven. The guys are hot enough, and the sex is satisfying enough, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t Jonathan.

    Then one Saturday morning, per our usual routine, I had my coffee out on the balcony, and Jonathan came out wearing these solid blue briefs with a superhero logo on the crotch. My eyes were instantly drawn to the design. I was certain that what lay behind that emblem was truly super and made of steel. Of course, I’d never know.

    I had gone in for my third cup of coffee when I realized it was well after ten and boobs hadn’t come out to drape herself all over Jonathan and staked her claim on him, ruining my lust filled view of her man. Come to think of it, Jonathan wasn’t his normal chipper self. There was something off about him.

    “Jonathan, where’s,” I caught myself from calling her boobs, “your girlfriend?” He visibly slumped. “Dude, what’s wrong.” The most heart wrenching things in the world, are sad puppies, wide eyed children and heartbroken dumb jocks. He didn’t need to say anything, I already knew. “She broke up with you.” I said the words softly. “Why?”

    I couldn’t believe someone would dump Jonathan. He was hot. He was super-hot. Granted he was as bright as a broken lightbulb, but he was hot. He was really nice, probably too nice for his own good, but he was hot. Not to mention the fact that none of my pictures on the wall that separated his bedroom from my apartment always were crooked, told me he had a very active libido.

    His voice almost quivered when he said the most unbelievable words. “She says I’m bad in bed.” I was dumbfounded. “She said that she couldn’t take it anymore.” He turned away, giving me a perfect view of that delectable set of cakes. “She said I couldn’t kiss, couldn’t eat pussy, and couldn’t fuck.”

    I really didn’t know what to say. “Maybe you should practice more?” I had no idea why I said that, but it caught his attention. He turned his head, listening. I wasn’t sure what to say next. I had never been dumped or been accused of being bad in bed. “I mean, you didn’t just become a great football player or the most sought after trainer in the area, right? You practiced till you became number one, right?”

    You could almost hear the gears turning in his head as it was registering in his head. “You’re right.” He turned to me, adjusting himself casually. “I need to practice more. Get good at it.” There was a strange look in his eyes. “Can I come over and we talk about it more? This is personal and I don’t want the whole building talking about it.”

    “Sure.” I was shocked. We had never been in each other’s apartments. Our relationship was strictly weekend balcony. “Come on over, just give me five minutes to put a fresh pot of coffee on.” I don’t know why, but I was suspicious of Jonathan’s intentions. He knew I was Gay. We had that discussion the first time we had our balcony conversation.

    I went inside and started a fresh pot of coffee. I was about to change from my robe into something a bit more appropriate when I heard him knocking on my door. While I thought about changing, he hadn’t. He stood in my doorway in those briefs. “I thought you would have put something on.” I confessed, ushering him in.

    “Why man?” He stepped into the apartment, looking around at the decor. “It’s just us dudes, right?” He pulled out a chap stick from his waistband and ran it across those thin sexy lips. “Your place is a whole lot nicer than mine. You should come over and help me decorate.” He plopped down in the middle of my sofa. “Come, sit.” He patted the space next to him.

    There was no safety zone between the two of us as I nervously sat beside him. I tried to keep as much space as possible between us, but his manspreading ensured that did not happen. “You were right, I should practice.” My heart was racing. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. I wasn’t sure what he was planning.

    “If I want to get better, I need to practice and I can’t practice with some girl. That’ll ruin my reputation.” He draped his arm behind me. “But you’re into dudes, and into me, sort of.” His hand was on my shoulder massaging it. “So, what do you say? You help me get better, and I’ll fulfill your fantasy.” He ran his tongue over his lips and I about creamed. “I see how you look at me. Tell me you wouldn’t be into it.”

    I was stunned. I didn’t’ know what to say. Yeah, he was in my spank bank and everything, but to actually act upon it was totally different. “I’m not into straight guys.” I finally mustered out. I had to admit it. I wanted to sleep with him, but it was true. I didn’t do straight dudes. I didn’t do anyone on the down low, anyone who was in a relationship and I sure as Hell didn’t do any straight dudes. A girl has her standards.

    “Dude, you don’t have to be.” He pitched his voice in that seductive way, the one that told you it was okay to be an unapologetic whore. My cock was growing hard, thinking of Jonathan’s lips pressed to mine. What would he be willing to do? What would happen to us afterwards? As horny as he made me every weekend, I looked forward to our little chats every morning. Who cared that he actually needed a recipe to make ice.

    He began pulling my head towards his and my eyes started closing, ready for the momentous event. “Wait.” I said, jerking back. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do this right.” I stood up and tried to flatten out the obvious lump in my robe. “I need to brush my teeth.” I took two steps away before turning back to him.

    “I already did.” He gave me a wink and my hole actually shuddered at the thought. “Go ahead.” He reached down with one hand and grabbed himself blatantly. “I’ll be here waiting.” I swear if I didn’t want to have his first man on man kiss tasting like the coffee I just drank, I would have pounced on him and sucked his soul out through his mouth.

    I was replacing the taste of coffee with minty freshness when I stopped myself. What was I doing? I was letting a straight hot man use me to practice. That didn’t bother me as much I was letting him call the shots. This was my body, my apartment, my territory. Not to mention he had already admitting to not know how to do it right.

    I returned to the living room with a resolve and a hastily formulated plan. If we were going to do this, he’d better get in the passenger seat and enjoy the ride. The only thing was that when I saw that nearly naked body on display for me on my couch, I almost forgot everything and handed him the keys to drive.

    He was smug. Self-confident. Sitting there, legs spread open and inviting. He patted the seat beside him again, summoning me to him. “Oh, no.” I fought every urge in me to obey. I stayed strong. “If we’re going to do this, I set the rules.” I decided to wound that little ego of his just a little. “I mean, by your own admission, you’re the one that’s lousy.”

    I watched as he visibly shrank back. Now that I had my control, it was time to set rules. “I’m not going to be your personal cum dump at your beck and call.” I crossed my arms, emphasizing my control over the situation. “This is something strictly for teaching you. No emotion, no getting attached.” That was more for me than him. “Agreed?”

    My words seemed to hang in the air while Jonathan thought about them. I was certain common sense would finally hit him and he’d say something like this was all a joke or just say never mind. What he did say did throw me completely off. “Well, yeah, duh, man. I’m not Gay or anything. I just want to get better without ruining my rep.” I exhaled the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “And you’re right. You should be in charge. I’m yours to mold.”

    God, I wasn’t expecting that. “Good then.” I said, just not knowing what to say next. “First thing’s first. Kissing. Stand in front of me.” I was so winging this. My nerves were shot and my cock was hard. Even with him standing right in front of me, ready to press those thin red lips to mine. “Okay, kiss me.”

    He leaned forward and gave me the most awkward peck on the lips. His body was all stiff and I don’t know it was like kissing a fish. “Really?” I said when he pulled back. “That’s how you kiss a girl? If that’s the case, I don’t know how you ever got a girl to begin with. I’ve kissed my relatives with more feeling than that.”

    That set him off. He grabbed me by the head, pulled me into a real kiss, shoving his tongue barging around in my mouth like some flopping fish. I tried to kiss him back, but his tongue was a rampaging bull running around my mouth. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and I shoved him back off me.

    “That.” I said, wiping the evidence of our encounter from my mouth. “Was really, really bad.” The dejected look on his face. “Look, just relax and let me lead. Don’t do anything. Just let me show you how I kiss.” I was about to kiss him when I decided to add one more thing. “And do something with your hands.”

    I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to his. He tensed for a moment, then relaxed, his hands moving to my hips to pull me close. With one hand I fisted his hair, the other to the small of his back. My tongue slipped between his lips, across his teeth, over his tongue, gliding through his mouth.

    I could feel his hardness pressing against mine. He ground his hips against mine. I couldn’t help but let slip a small sound of appreciation. His hands slipped behind me and cupped my ass, squeezing it hard and rough, just the way I liked it. My hand, mirrored his feeling those perfectly round orbs.

    I was ready to do more, go further, when I caught myself. I let go and stepped back out of his arms. “Like that.” I said a bit hot and bothered. “Do you think you could do that with a girl?” I turned, adjusting my robe to hide my obvious state of arousal. When he didn’t answer, I turned around and he had his mouth on mine.

    He quickly undid the knot of my robe, slipped his hands behind me and pulled me hard against him. This time his kiss was more a gentle wave and less tsunami. He still needed work but he was getting it. I forgot myself, letting my hands move across the corded muscles of his back. He felt so good pressed against me.

    I was grateful for the fact I was wearing underwear and pajama bottoms, not so much that my bare chest was rubbing against his or that his hard cock was rubbing against mine. His hands were gripping my ass hard, holding me firmly in place against his body. I couldn’t move away even if I wanted.

    I just let him kiss me, under the guise that I was teaching him, of course. When he finally pulled back, letting his hands glide slowly from my ass along my slender sides. “Better?” He asked, stepping back. I really couldn’t speak. I was too busy willing my raging hard on to go down. “By the way, your trainer is doing good work on your glutes. Nice and firm, but with a good give.”

     I really couldn’t register his words right then. All the blood had left my head and was now in my nether region. My head was muddled. I wasn’t sure what to do or say next. In a normal situation, I’d tackle him down to the couch, kissing and rutting on him feverishly, but this wasn’t that kind of story.

    “Are you okay?” I felt his hand on my arm. “Come on, let’s practice some more.” I willingly allowed him to pull me to the couch. He slipped the robe off my shoulders and discarded it. “Practice makes perfect.” I was straddling him on the couch. He ran his hand over my taunt belly, up across my chest, grazing my nipples.

    “Nice definition.” I heard him say softly as my eyes rolled back in my head. “Come here.” I felt the gentle pressure, guiding my face towards his. My eyes closed. Our lips met. The delicate dance of our tongues began, clumsily at first, but then turned into an intricate impromptu performance that left me breathless and both of us rigid and ready.

    His hand found its way down my pajama pants, against my underwear clad ass. His chest hair prickled against the smoothness of my chest. I moved my hands down his chest, intent on pushing him away, but those hard firm pectorals cried out for my appreciation. I could not deny their siren call.

    My thumbs ran slow circles around his nipples, brushing the nubs with each slow spiral. His other hand join the first on my bottom. He pulled my hips flush against him. The noticeable bulge rested right under me, pressing against my underside. My hips naturally rotating, rubbing the hard pressing mound.

    I wanted to push back, stop what we were doing before it went too far. I, also, wanted to push forward, see where this would lead. Jonathan wasn’t pushing back. He was pushing forward. He was pushing forward hard and fast and had no intention of slowing down. I didn’t want him to. I had to stop this. Needed to stop this.

    I pulled back, his wet taste still on my lips, the scratch of his whiskers across my face. Jonathan’s eyes were still closed. The state of contentment all over his face, his hands still held tight to my cheeks. I couldn’t help it, I reached up to his face and ran my hand over his cheek. “Much better.” My voice almost cracked as I said the words.

    “I can tell.” He had a smug grin on his face. I felt my face grow red with embarrassment. “It’s okay, I got a little excited too.” He rotated his hips, making sure I felt every inch of his fat hard cock pressing into me. “That ass man.” He squeezed it for emphasis. “I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m fascinated on how big and round and firm it is.”

    “Enjoy it now.” I said trying to get up, but being pulled back down. “Jonathan.” I warned playfully. His appreciative hands moved from my ass, but moved to the small of my back. “Jonathan, what are you doing?” I wanted to resist his lustful advances, but I wanted to accept them just as much. “Control yourself.”

    He scrunched his face in thought. “Derek, I don’t want to.” Before I knew what was happening, his mouth was on my left nipple, biting and teasing it with his tongue. I arched into him, pulling my chest away, letting the cool air hit my skin. “Come on, I need to practice everything.” He ran his tongue over the top of his thin lip. “Let me practice.”

    I didn’t like the tone of his words. I pushed him back, freeing myself and getting off him. He was playing me. I’d let him play his little game, but on my terms. “Yes, you need to practice.” I wiped him from around my mouth. I turned away, letting myself think. I could feel his eyes burning holes through my pants.

    He wanted my ass. I was going to give it to him, and have a little fun in the process. I turned abruptly to catch his leering stare before he schooled his face. “I think you have kissing down, so we should move onto the next thing. Eating pussy.” I shrugged content with my idea. “I mean you have to lick it before you stick it, right?”

    He crossed his arms, pondering what I had said. “How exactly am I going to practice eating pussy with you?” I loved watching the confusion on his face. “You don’t exactly have a pussy for me to practice on.” His looked at me skeptically. “Or do you? Are you like Trans or something man? If you are that’s cool, I just like to know what I’m working with.”

    “Oh, no, I’m not Trans.” I grinned. “I do have an ass though.” I smacked it for emphasis. “If you can’t eat ass, you can’t eat pussy, right? Same concept.” I pushed down my pajama bottoms, exposing the gray bikini briefs I wore. There was a very noticeably wet stain on my right hip, where the head of my dick had snaked its way to. “Let’s see what you got?”

    I decided the time to be bashful was over. I slipped the briefs down, exposing my hard, thick seven inches. “Sorry, I come with outdoor plumbing, so you’ll just have to pretend it’s not there.” I was trying to call his bluff, but he just shrugged. “Do you want me on my back or on all fours?” He was either into this or really desperate to get better. My bet was on the former.

    “Why not on all fours, on the coffee table.” He starting moving things off my oak coffee table. “I mean you should always eat on a table. It’s only good manners, right?” I climbed up on the table without any argument, presented my ass to him, making sure he was up close and personal with it. “So just eat it like a pussy, right?”

    “Yeah, just like a… “I was cut short by the press of his tongue against my hole. I stifled every groan or moan I wanted to let out. He definitely wasn’t bad at this. This wasn’t his first time eating man butt either. His tongue flicked up and down from side to side and circled all over. His hands roamed over my ass, feeling and squeezing.

    I was doing everything I could to not to show I was enjoying it, but my body betrayed me. My back arched to grant him better access. My cock leaked, forming a small puddle under me. He was definitely turning me painfully on, and he knew it. That fucker. It was time to take him down a peg or twelve.

    “Stop.” I put a hand back and pushed his head back and away from my quivering hole. “I can’t take that bad tongue work anymore.” I got off the table, my throbbing cock tattling on the lie I had just told. “Let me show you how it’s done. On the table.” He knew it was a lie, but the dejection was splayed across his face.

    I took the seat he had occupied and looked at the moist delicious cupcakes before me, still in their blue wrapper. He wasn’t going to make this easy on me. That was okay. I wasn’t going to make this easy on him. It was time Jonathan learned who he was playing with. I wasn’t some trick boy for him to tease.

    I smacked each cheek and was rewarded with a yelp then a moan. “Just loosening you up.” I pulled the top of his underwear down over the plump butt. There were a few sparse hairs, but aside from that, all he had was the slightest crown about his hole. I blew on it, feeling him jump under my hands.

    I kept his briefs around his thighs, refusing to free his cock. I didn’t want to be distracted. I sighed, knowing there was no turning back now. I plunged in, slurping and licking that supposed virgin pucker. If he ever had it done before, he never had it done by a professional who loved eating ass.

    The gasp and moans of pleasure that came from Jonathan told me that he was enjoying the gentle push of my tongue against him, the licks, and the swipes of my tongue over his tight button. I was enjoying the fresh taste of him. He had obviously showered this morning in anticipation of this. That was all the better for me as I devoured his man butt.

    I couldn’t help but lose a little bit of control as I slapped his ass and twirled my tongue in that special way that always left them breathless and begging me to slide it in. I could tell that Jonathan was on the verge of crying out those magical words, “Fuck me, please.” I would wait for those words then send him on his way.

    I could feel his legs and arms wobble, unable to support himself and deal with the sensation of me making out with rear. “Fuck man, you do that to guys on a regular.” I heard him pant, trying to keep the obvious titillation out of his voice. “Stop, okay, I get it. You’re the master at eating ass.” He tried to push my head back, but I batted his hand away.

    “Mama taught me to eat till I was full.” Came my muffled voice. “I’m not full yet.” I felt the shudder reverberate through Jonathan as I continued my feasting. He wasn’t going anywhere till I was ready for him too. I grabbed his hips and pulled him back into my face, making sure he knew who really was in charge of this false tutelage.

    I continued playing with Jonathan for another five minutes or so. My tongue was tired, but I couldn’t let him think that I was stopping for him. “That’s how you eat.” I wiped my face with the back of my hand, admiring the spit glistening hole. “You can get up, or do you want me to show you how I fuck first?”

    It took him a moment to recover. He sat down facing me on the table. I was waiting for some further continuation of the lie he had foolishly concocted to get me into bed, but instead he pounced. His mouth was on mine again, held fast by his hand. His tongue slipped into my mouth and his other hand grabbed my dick.

    I melted into the kiss, throwing my arms over him. All pretense that this was an instructional session was tossed out the window. His hands went under my legs and then I was up in the air, my legs wrapping around him. I clung to him, not wanting to lose this moment. We were moving, but I dared not open my eyes as he navigated us through the apartment.

    Our apartments were mirrors of each other’s so I had an idea of where he was taking me, taking us. If he wanted to cross that line, I wasn’t going to stop him, not now. I didn’t even care that my room was a mess from this morning. All I wanted, all I needed, was my cock buried deep in him, or his in mine. I didn’t care as long as we both got off.

    I felt the ruffled sheets as he laid me down on my bed. When his mouth left mind, I finally opened my eyes to see him pushing down his briefs, exposing his mouth watering eight inch salami. The moment I saw that bead of precum fall from his tip, leaving a web trail as it fell. I knew I was going to be swallowing his babies this morning.

    When he climbed up on the bed, I was full ready for him to shove that breakfast meat into my mouth, but instead he laid sideways beside me, getting us into a sixty-nine position. “Let’s see if you can suck dick as well as you eat ass.” Before I could respond to his gruff comment, his lips were on me, swallowing me down.

    His lips formed a tight seal around my cock, with his tongue worming its way around my shaft. He was so incredibly good at it, I almost forgot that his was ready and waiting for me to give it a similar treatment. I reached for it, my tongue shooting out to tease the tip before I took him between my own lips.

    His hand fondled my ass, slipping between my cleavage, to tease my hole. The light stroke over it, caused me to swallow him down to the balls, my hand gripping his ass to hold him there as he maneuvered his mouth along my length. I was a frenzy of lust. Over and over again, I filled my mouth and throat with him, wanting, no needing to fill my mouth with the taste of him.

    He pulled himself from my mouth as he let me fall from his. He twisted me so I was on my back. He pulled my legs up and rested them on his shoulders. He leaned forward, pressing my knees to my chest. I felt the tip brush my entrance. He didn’t need to ask. He knew. He pushed slowly forward. I welcomed him in.

    He kept his eyes locked on mine. He pressed forward, slowly. I couldn’t believe I was taking him so easily without any lube. I saw him chew his lower lip, then his eyes roll back in his head when his hips pressed against me. He was all the way in. He leaned down, kissing me, his hips slowly humping in and out of me.

    His hips swerved, rotated, or just dove straight forward into me, all the while my arms held on tight to him. He kissed me, licked my throat and nuzzled his cheek against mine, letting me feel that sexy scruff against my skin. I was lost. I was lost in the bliss he was giving me, the feel of his body against mine, the fleeting notion that we were making love not just fucking.

    “Ride me.” He growled in my ear. In a quick motion, he rolled us over, his cock never leaving me when he took the spot on the bottom. I was on top, my legs straddling him. He had one hand on my hip, the other he spat into and took my drooling cock. “Show me how all those squats paid off.”

    I couldn’t respond but with action as his hand slowly moved up and down my shaft, my own excited fluids adding to the lubrication. I thrust up into his hand, chasing that feeling. He waited till I had built up my rhythm to add his own upward thrusts to me, bouncing me up and down, sliding me in and out of his hand.

    “You feel so good on me, Derek.” His hips picked up speed. “Man, you’re just so fucking sexy.” I couldn’t speak. I opened my mouth and a garble of sounds came out. “Damn, all that teasing.” I heard him huff. He was pushing up into me at a rapid pace. I knew he was close. I was closer. I couldn’t hold back any more.

    My load blasted forth, coating his hand, his stomach and nearly hitting his chin. Blast after blast erupted from me the cataclysmic perfect satisfaction and happiness flooded me. My eyes closed. My body grew exhausted and limp. Teasing Jonathan had taken it out of me. My body was spent, but Jonathan continued to milk those last bursts of sweet pleasure from me.

    Then I was on my back again, my legs spread wide with Jonathan between them. He slipped out of me and began to furiously jerk his own dick. “I want to shoot all over you.” I watched his face snarl and contort. I could hear the low growl of his orgasm approaching. Then he let out a howl with the first shot across my belly.

    He shot two more times, across my chest then along my dick. He was still pumping furiously. He fell on top of me, supporting himself with one hand while the other continued rapidly moving along his cock. His lips pressed to mine. Our tongues tangled while he splatter painted me with his seed. Then he collapsed on top of me, my arms holding him close, our spent cocks sliding along each other.

    Our kisses became gentle. Our chests heaved with exhaustion against each other. Jonathan rolled off me, but kept me pressed to his side, my head on his chest. I idly ran my hand through his small patch of chest hair. The moment was nice but I had to ruin it. I had to reestablish our little world before all this.

    “So did you learn anything?” I braced myself, waiting for his answer. His response was a low rumbly laugh. “What is so funny?” I plucked a chest hair for his punishment. “I don’t care who you are or the reason you did what you did. Laughter during and after sex is not something I want to hear.”

    “Derek, you know I didn’t need any lessons.” His arm pulled me close to him. “I’m very well versed in Gay sex, as are you.” He kissed the top of my head. “What you don’t know is that I’m not Jonathan. He’s on vacation with that girl, what’s her name, ugh, boobs. I’m his twin brother Joseph.”

    I looked up at him with a skeptical look. “It’s true.” He smiled. “I’m moving in with him. We’re opening a gym.” He interlaced his other hand with mine. “Jonathan told me about you, and when I saw you this morning, I knew I had to have you.” He brought his hand to his lips. “I know it was shitty doing what I did, but the end result,” he kissed the back of my hand, “was worth it, don’t you think.”

    “You really expect me to believe all that?” I tried to wrap my head around what he was saying. It was plausible, but not likely. “I mean come on.”

    He tilted my head up to meet his lips. He let go of my and tapped his nose. “See, no scar.” It was something so minute, but it was true. There was no football scar. “They’ll be back Sunday night.” His lips brushed mine. “Hi and boobs.” I tried not to laugh that we both had the same nickname for her. “In the meantime, I think I need more lessons. I don’t think I quite got fucking right, maybe you should show me how you do it?”

    I laid my head back down on his chest finally believing. “Just give me a few hours to recover from all that.” I snuggled close to him, a grin stretching from ear to ear. I was in full afterglow. “That was intense to say the least, and I definitely going to need that coffee I put on for us.”

    “Just so you know,” He rolled over on top of me, his face inches from mine. “I don’t want this to end after this weekend. I hope you don’t either.” I answered him with a kiss, pulling his head to mine, our sticky bodies pressing together once again. “Feels like someone is already ready to show me how he fucks.”

    He ground his hips against mine. We both laughed and I pushed him off me, getting up and strutting through my apartment buck naked. Joseph followed me to the kitchen. He was insatiable, touching me, pressing his body against mine, and holding me close. We didn’t put clothes on the entire weekend, till Jonathan and Boobs came home.


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  • Mountain Mike

    Mike Johnson has been living in the Rockies for well over 7 years now since he retires from selling Ford Trucks in Vancouver, BC. He was one of the top salesmen for the Ford all throughout Western Canada and the Northern States. He saves enough money up to buy a very nice 1,500 sq feet log style cabin.  

    It was early April when he was on an RV trail and spotted someone broke down at the side of the trail. He slowly approaches the person to see if he needed some help with his vehicle that was rolled over on its side into the ditch.  

    “Hello I’m Mike Johnson you need some help”

    ” Yes sir, I can sure use some help now my friend. “

    Mike then walk over to his Rv to grab some rope out of his back trunk before they both got the rollover Rv back up on his wheels. Mike can see that this young fellow is shaken up a bit along with a few scratches for his accident. 

    What’s your name, my friend? “

    ” My name is Ken Wilson Sir. “

    “Where are you from”

    ” Just outside of Hope Sir. “

    “Please call me Mike”

    Ken Wilson just turned 19 and got his new RV for his birthday a few months ago from his Parents. He also comes from a very wealthy family and just quit college. He stood just over 190 weigh a solid 150 pounds with short dark brown hair and a very well kept trim goatee. 

    It was close to 1 pm when the two of them decided to stop off a the local Truckstop close to where they both lived for some lunch. They really enjoy each other company before Mike got his nerve up to invite him to his Cabin for dinner tomorrow night. Happy Valley Truckstop is very busy at this time of day as the two of them just order a huge piece of Aunt Mary famous apple pie, suppose to be the best slice of pie in the hole west coast. 

    ” Are you on for dinner then Ken? “

    ” Yes it will be great Mike”

    ” Let me bring some red wine from my Dad wine seller Mike “

    Mike got a piece of paper and pin from their waitress Pam and wrote down his address for Ken before they went back out on their Rv’s. The weather outside just begins to pour down like buckets of water. He finally made his way back to his cabin 15 minutes later. He quickly parks his Rv and ran into the cabin completely soaking wet by now. He began to strip off his wet clothes all the way down to the black jockey briefs that he just bought over at Marks Wearhouse an outdoor and hunting store. As for Mike he also has a great body for someone who just turns 58 years old. He came from a Military family background where his Father was and Navy Captain for many years. His Mother was a very interesting person she taught Highschool French & English and was and ski instructors on the weekends.

    Mike also ski most of his life and taught skiing for years in the winter time. During his summer months, he was a Lifeguard and also a swim instructor along with helping coach the local swim team. He was the talk of the Town so been very good looking when he was in his 20’s. Even now when he goes back home for a visit he can still drive the middle age ladies crazy. He stood close to 6’1 weigh a solid 230 with very dark slicked-back hair. During the winter he keeps his beard nicely trim and during the summer months, he shaves everything off. Sometimes he even shaves off his beautiful chest hairs. His eyes were like wolfs it had a blue and greenish to them that drove most people crazy lol.

    Ken finally made his way to Mike cabin just past 7 pm with two bottles of his Father famous Merlot wine in his wine bag. Mike greeted him at the door and gave him a tour of his the cabin. Ken was truly amazed at it overall. His eye got the attention when he notices like some type of sling in Mike bedroom area up in the loft. The upper loft has a huge bathroom a walk-closet along with a fair size bedroom with a beautiful homemade log frame kings size bed to it. 

    ” OMG, the Salmon taste so dam good Mike! “

    ” I knew you would enjoy it, Just got it this morning in the river. “

    The wine went down fairly fast as the two became very friendly with each other. Mike kind of knew right away this would properly lead to a great sexual encounter with Ken. He loves hearing the Lifeguard stories from Mike which made him very horny. He always had a fetish on having great sex with an older mature Lifeguard.

    They were both done dinner just past 9 o’clock when Mike took Ken out to show him the new hot-tub and sauna that he just put in a few months ago. Ken got very excited when Mike invited him out for some steam and along with a good hot-tub to end the evening with. Mike gave Ken a few pairs of swim trunks to try on before he joins him in the hot tub.

    Ken was patiently waiting for Mike and was working on beer number 2 when Mike walks out in his dark green speedo bathing suit. He could see his huge outline from his 8-inch dick along with a huge set of his balls.

    It only took a few seconds which made Ken even more excited to get his lips to wrap around the outline of his pouch and cock. Mike explain what each of his badges stood for and as he notices that Ken was more into some else by the look in his eyes.

    Mike then got out of the tub to grab some more beers for them both. He came back a short time later as the snow and rain started to fall onto them both. Ken was now asking Mike all kinds of a personal question as he sat on the edge of the hot tub. He could not keep his eyes off of bugle when he started to rub it a few times later.

    Ken got up very slowly and began to walk over and bend down and started to lick Mike huge bulge. This went on for well over 20 minutes until he shot off 2 loads of his juice that flew down the back of Ken goatee mouth and throat. He then grabs for his beer to wash down the rest of Mike salty load with beer before he follows Mike upstairs to the sling area.

    ” Now it is time to make a real man out of you Ken. “

    ” OMG Mike, I have only been fuck once before Sir. “

    Mike then went into the bathroom to grab some massage oil and a bottle of Rush poppers. He also put on some type of bright red spandex material sports briefs with a small slit in front of the briefs for his huge cock. He then began to rub Ken semi- hairy body all down with the oil before his own.  

    Ken was the first one to take a snort of the poppers before he passes it to Mike. Both of their heads are spinning from the poppers as his hard 8-inch cock began to penetrate Ken’s small tight semi hairy hole. It took a least a good minute until he was all the way inside of him.

    The fuck even got more aggressive due to the poppers as Mike was on his tippy toes sliding his hard thrusting cock in and out of rapidly. Ken’s hands were tightly grabbing the sling as he was well into a great sexual trance and pleasure. 

    ” Grap my waistband Ken good and tight. “

    ” Tighter, dude, tighter dude! “

    ” OMG, Fuck me, Mike, Fuck me, Mike! “

    Both of their bodies were completely soaking wet as the fuck is going on for well over 20 minutes now. Ken was so fucking turn on from it all that he shot off a huge load of his sperm that flew and hit Mike right in his face and sweating nipples. 

    ” Jesus that is so fucking hot dude “

    ” OMG please cum, please cum “

    Mike then took a towel and wipe off all of Ken cum from his face and threw onto the corner of the room. Once again he started to fuck Ken ass very slowly until he reaches his climax. He finally shot his rocks off all inside of Ken soars ass and began to pull out of him very, very slowly.

    Mike and Ken shower and spend the rest of the night together and became bucks buddies until Ken landed a great job that Mike got for him at a Ford dealership a few hours away from were they both lived.

    The End