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  • A helping hand

    It was the end of my second year of college when I was asked to take care of Brad, the son of my dad‘s business partner. The reason was because I had been a medic during my enlistment in the Army, and was majoring in physical therapy and patient care. 

    Brad had been seriously injured in a car accident. Both of Brad’s arms had been broken, each with a break above and below the elbow. Along with several bruised ribs. He had to have everything done for him, including wiping his butt when he went took a dump. Brad could have gone to a care center, but said he preferred to recover in his own apartment.

    I really didn’t mind though.  It was part of my training and besides he was damn hot!  Brad was twenty-eight, four years older than myself, and was extremely muscular.  He was near six-two, and weighed close to two hundred.  His hair was dark brown and his eyes were an emerald green.  

    But what turned me on the most was his hairy chest, stomach, arms and ass. I knew his ass was hairy due to seeing him nude at the same gym I worked out at, when I would look over at him to get a glimpse of his thick seven inch cut cock.

    Since I had just finished my classes until the fall, I had agreed to be his care giver, twenty-four/seven. The salary his dad offered me was more than I could refuse.

    When he contacted me just as the semester was ending, and explained that Brad wanted to recover at home, he told me that he knew my background in the Army, and knew I was qualified.

    Then, he said, “Mark, I know you and Brad are only casual friends but he trust you.  As you know, Brad has a nice collection of sports memorabilia, and I would hate to see someone pilfer some of it.”

    “Mr. Sims, I’ll take care of Brad as if he was my own brother. You don’t have to worry about him.”

    “I know that, Mark.  Just get him back to normal.  He’s all I have left.”

    Brad had lost his mother a few years earlier, and was the only child, and he and his dad were close.

    In preparation to bringing Brad home,  we had his king bed moved to the right some, making room for a single bed close to it.  That way, I would be on the side that Brad slept on and able to get to him quickly and easily.  

    Brad arrived home and the ambulance crew and I got him settled in bed.  After they left, the first thing he asked for was a pizza.  I ordered one and had it delivered and as I sat next to him, feeding it to him, he smiled and said, “I have a feeling that we are going to become extremely close friends.”

    “I would say that is a correct assumption, since I’m going to be wiping your ass for you,” I said with a laugh.

    We finished our pizza and moments later, Brad said that he needed to take a leak. I retrieved the urinal, and managed to get his pajama bottoms down enough to get his cock into the opening of the urinal.  

    He did his business and after I sat the urinal aside, he said, “Mark, take these fucking things off me.  They are just too much trouble to get down then back up.  It will be much easier for the both of us if I stay nude from the waist down.”

    “Well, I can’t argue with that,” I replied and completely removed the bottoms before covering him up, hoping that he didn’t notice that I was staring at his cock.

    Brad had turned me on since my late teens when his dad and mine became business partners.  I was already bisexual but was gradually finding that male sex was more passionate and satisfying.  I had noticed that my desire for sex with a woman was rapidly decreasing and I was more interested in other men.

    By the time I graduated high school, I was totally into men and the pleasure I could both give and receive from another male.  Then, after meeting Brad, and later finding that we went to the same gym, I began trying to devise a plan to somehow have sex with him.  Taking care of him just might be the opening I was looking for.

    After the first week, I was becoming extremely comfortable seeing Brad nude as well as making sure his cock was aimed at the toilet if he was up or into the urinal when he was in bed.  Also, I had become adept at wiping his ass after he took a dump.

    It was the first full weekend that Brad told his dad and I that he wanted to recover at the lake house.  We packed up everything we would need into a van, and I drove us to their lake property, which was very secluded from the road.  

    When the property was purchased, the family had bought the entire point, providing unsurpassed privacy.  Brad liked the idea of being able to sit out on the deck, or out on the lawn nude.

    It was our second day there, when Brad looked at me and said, “Mark, with the privacy we have here, I’d feel more comfortable about being nude if you would join me and go nude also.  We have seen each other nude at the gym, so it’s not like we haven’t been nude together before.  Besides, with your build, you should be showing it off.”

    I smiled and before we walked down to the lawn for a second cup of coffee, I stripped and with both of us nude, we walked out to the sitting area by the lake.

    As we sat at the table, I turned top Brad and asked, “Is there any chance of someone dropping in and catching us nude?”

    “No, not once I have you change the gate code and put up a note telling them to call my cell phone.  Once the code is changed, when they call my cell, you can press the pound sign and the gate will open.  By the time they get here we will be dressed, at least in shorts.”

    I had to laugh, before telling him that he was a sneaky bastard.  We both had a laugh over it, before he said, “I stay nude when I’m here.”

    We weren’t expecting anyone to visit, as his dad would have been the only one and he was out of town on business recruiting new customers.  He did call daily and check on Brad and admitted that he could tell that he was in good spirits.

    It was in our second week at the lake when Brad looked at me  one morning as he said, “Mark, I need to ask you a big favor and if you say no, I’ll understand.”

    “Ask away,” I replied, never expecting what he was about to say.

    “It’s been a month since my accident and I an as horny as hell.  Is there any way I could get you to jerk me off?”

    “What?” I exclaimed.

    “Man, I just need to get my rocks off. Please!”

    “Well, I can understand your situation and I am here to take care of you. I guess I could do that,” I replied.

    “You do that for me and I’ll owe you a big debt,” he said.

    He leaned back in his chair and I pulled up a chair ext to him and gently grasped his cock.  As I did, it began to stiffen, and I gradually began to slowly stroke it.  Seconds later he was rock hard and it had brown to almost eight inches.  He had no idea how bad I wanted to suck it instead of jerk him off.

    I steadily jerked his cock and as I did he moaned softly in pleasure.  I could tell he was close and he suddenly said, “Yea, baby, make that big boy shoot.”

    As I looked at him in shock, his cock exploded, sending huge volleys of cum sailing through the air.  As his spasms began to die down he said, “That wasn’t as good as a blow job but it was close.”

    “Who gives you blow jobs?” I asked.

    “Oh, I have my sources,” he replied with a smile.  “Mark, I really appreciate you doing that and from the looks of your boner, you need it also.  Go ahead and jerk yours off while I watch.”

    I smiled and began stroking my cock and quickly neared my own climax.   As I did, I stood and let the load fire off out into the grass, and as it did, I heard Brad say, “Fucking beautiful,” and when I looked at him he turned a bright red.

    Nothing more was said but later, he again thanked me for getting him off and I replied by telling him I was hired to take care of him and that I’d do it for him anytime.

    Two days later he again said he needed to get off.  I smiled and said I was ready, but he had no idea what I meant.

    As he lay back in his chair, I began gently fondling his cock and once it began to stiffen, I began to gently stroke it.  Then, when it was nearing full hardness, he had his head back and eyes closed. Without warning, I dropped between his legs and swallowed his cock, running my tongue around the head.

    Shocked at what was happening, he said, “Oh, fuck, Mark, please don’t stop.”

    I didn’t and soon brought him to another huge climax, and after collecting his load in my mouth, I looked into his face and swallowed, expecting him to comment about me eating his load.

    “Man, that was awesome,” he replied.  “Now do me another favor.  Stand here in front of me up close.”

    I did, my own hard cock sticking straight out in front of me. Then in an instant, he leaned forward and swallowed my cock and began working his face back and forth on it.  It didn’t take me long to climax and after I did, I watched and he swallowed mine.  Then he looked up at me, smiled, and said, “Kiss me.”

    I did and after a hot passionate kiss, we parted and he said, “I’m sure you could tell that you aren’t the first cock I ever sucked  and I know mine damned sure wasn’t your first, was it?”

    “Not anywhere close to my first,” I replied.

    I leaned in for another kiss to see if he really was into kissing as much as I was.  It was obvious, he did indeed love kissing as much as I did.

    After we parted, he said, “May I asked when and how you got started?”

    “I got started my senior year of high school,” I began.  “It was after football practice one day and most everyone on the team had left.  I had been talking to Coach Baker, then headed for the shower.  I heard a shower and when I stepped into the shower room, I saw Tim Simmons jerking off.  I got boned and by the time he realized I was there, I was next to him, jerking my own cock.  We smiled at each other and he must have thought I was into cock, because without hesitation he dropped and sucked me off.”

    “Did you suck him off?” Brad asked.

    “No, but I did consider it, but we heard Coach call out to hurry up so he could lock up. As we left the gym, Tim offered me a ride and I accepted and on the way, he suggested we stop by is house for a while because his parents were working late.  I agreed and once we were in his bedroom, he kissed me and that’s when he realized I had never been with another male before.  I admitted he had aroused my curiosity.  Suddenly, he started undressing me and I then did the same to him.  The next thing I knew we were both totally naked and in his bed having a sixty-nine.”

    “Did you go all the way?” he asked.

    “Oh, yea, and swallowed.  I found it quite tasty,” I replied.

    “Nice.  So did it become a regular thing?” Brad asked.

    “Hell yea.  Tim and I would often stay late after practice to ‘work out’ but we really were blowing each other.  Then one afternoon, after we had a sixty-nine and stood up, we found Coach Baker watching and jerking off.  After that, we had three ways in coach’s office.”

    “Fuck, Mark, are you telling me Coach Baker was into cock also?”

    “Oh yea, and he loved us fucking his ass.”

    “Son of a bitch!  You have no idea how bad I wanted to get him in bed,” Brad said.

    “When did you start?” I asked.

    “I failed sixth grade and was a year behind in school.  It was my junior year and heard one of my buds say that his brother told him that there was a guys out at Myer Park, paying guys to let him suck their cocks.  I went to check it out and was in the restroom when this guy came in and stood at the urinal next to me and started looking over at my cock.  He looked around and after he was sure we were alone asked me if I wanted to make twenty dollars.  I said sure.”

    “How old was he?” I asked.

    “Probably about thirty or maybe a little more.  Hw was very muscular though.  Anyway I asked how, and he said all I had to do was let him suck my cock.  I agreed and after he handed me a twenty, he sucked me off.  Then he told me I could make another thirty if I sucked him off.  I refused that time but a few days later, I saw him again ands he said he would pay me fifty to go to bed with him.  I agreed and we went out to his pickup camper and got in.  We both got naked and had a sixty nine.  Like you, I found it tasty and ate his load.”

    “Did you see him again?” I asked.

    “Oh, yea.  We agreed to meet every Saturday and I would get paid fifty dollars every week.  Then, he started bringing different guys with him and I started getting paid seventy dollars to let them suck me off and for me to suck them off.  Before long I would fuck one while sucking the other.  Then after a few months they wanted to fuck me.  If just one fucked my ass and the other got sucked, I was paid a hundred, but if both fucked me, I got paid a hundred and twenty-five.  I realized I was a male whore, but I loved the sex as well as the money.”

    “Didn’t your folks question where you were getting the money?”

    “They had no idea I had any money.  I kept it hidden, and for my entire senior year, I sold my ass and mouth on the street.  I was making as much as two to three hundred a night servicing groups of men.  Then, shortly after graduation, I was hired to service a group of men and one of them happened to be a friend of my dad.  He invited me to his place for a one-on-one, and convinced me to give it up before I got arrested, beat up or killed.  I still get with him from time to time but just for sex and no pay.”

    We did some hot tongue kissing and later I started fondling his cock, after excusing myself and going to the bathroom and lubing my ass.  Once Brad was good and hard, and on his back, I surprised him and sat on his cock.

    As I lowered myself and buried his entire cock in my ass, he moaned and said, “Damn, Mark, you have about the hottest ass I ever fucked.  You are so tight.”

    “Shut up and let me feel you shoot your seed in me,” I said as I began riding his rock hard cock.  I rode him to a roaring climax, and felt his cock unload a huge quantity of hot cum in my ass.

    Before climbing off, I leaned forward and we kissed passionately.  Afterward, he said, “I want you in my ass.”

    I had him move to the edge of the bed, then lay back    With him in that position, I could hold his legs up and stand on the floor and fuck his hot hole.  Moments later I was pounding his ass and he was saying how much he loved it.  After filling his hole with my load,  we kissed again.  

    After parting, he said, “Never did I dream any of this would transpire.  If I had had any idea that you were into cock, I would have put the make on you before this.  I never dreamed asking you to jerk me off would lead to such hot wonderful sex.”

    “I’m just glad you did ask, because I was wanting sex with you,” I replied.

    We had sex several times a day for the entire summer, and became extremely close.  The only time we put any clothes on was when I took him into town to see his doctor.  

    Then, a couple of weeks before my classes were due to start, all his cast and bandages had been removed and he was given a clean bill of health.  Before leaving the medical building, Brad led me to the public restroom in the hall, and after making sure that we were alone, he wrapped his arms around me and held me close as we kissed.

    As we parted, he smiled as he said, “I’ve wanted to hold you in my arms since the first time you sucked me.  It was a dream come true.”

    “Just so you know, I loved it also,” I replied.

    As we drove back to the lake house to pack up our things, brad looked over at me and said, “Mark, could you delay returning to school and sit out a semester?”

    “Yea, I can, but why do you ask?”

    “I want to show you how much I appreciate all you did for me over the summer.  I want to take you on a cruise and wonder if you have ever been to Hawaii?”

    “Are you fucking serious?” I asked.

    “As serious as a heart attack,” he replied.  

    “Brad, you don’t have to do that,” I replied.

    “I know I don’t but I want to.  You would enjoy it wouldn’t you?”

    “More than you know,” I replied.

    “Then it’s settled.  I’ll start making the plans and in the interim, would you move into my place with me?”

    “You don’t have to ask twice,” I replied.

    I moved in with Brad and he called his dad and told him he wanted to withdraw some money from the trust fund his grandfather had left him.  Jim, Brad’s dad, asked what it was for and brad told him about him taking me on a cruise to Hawaii in appreciation  for me taking care of him.

    Brad listened for a few moments then said, “Between us, yes, but keep it to yourself.”  then a moment later he said, “Not at this time, but it could happen.”

    Moments later, he thanked his dad and said he would go ahead and book the cruise.

    Looking at him I said, “If I may ask, what were ll the questions?”

    “Mark, I want us to be honest with each other.  Dad knows that I am totally gay and asked that since you were moving in with me, were you gay also, and you heard my response.  Then he asked if we were now a couple and you heard my response to that.”

    He saw the concern in my face and said, “Mark, you can trust my dad.  Where I go strictly with males, he swings both ways, depending on  his mood.”

    “Damn!  Your dad has sex with other men?” I asked, shocked.

    “Oh yes, and before you ask, yes, on a few occasions I have had sex with my dad and a three way with him and another man.”

    “Fuck, what’s it like having sex with our own father?” I asked.

    “Fucking awesome!  It has brought us so much closer.”

    Then, as Brad booked our cruise, I began settling in, unpacking a few things.  The following day, Saturday, I went to the house to pick up some more of my belongings.

    As I arrived, dad smiled and said, “You’re just in time.  I just made a pot of coffee, and I hope it’s enough.”

    I noticed he was shirtless and just had on a pair of snug gym shorts.  I noticed two cups already on the counter as he reached into the cabinet for a third. I wondered why.

    The, as he finished pouring the third cup, Jim came into the kitchen also wearing only shorts.  I looked from dad to Jim and back, when dad said, “Sit down , Mark.  I knew this conversation would come up sooner or later.”

    We sat down and dad confessed that he and Jim had been sexual partners since shortly before becoming business partners.  

    “Jim and I are not totally gay, but it is our preference. However, we both have sex with married couples that swing. I hope you don’t hate me but I can’t help but assume that you are into man pleasures since you are moving in with Brad.  And yes, I know brad is gay also.  I have had several three ways with he and Jim.”

    Then stepping up to me, he took my shoulders in his hands and looked at me and asked, “Son, do you hate me?”

    “No way dad.  How can I hate you or doing the exact thing that I enjoy.  I’ve been into male sex since high school.  I was scared that you would be disappointed in me if you found out.”

    “No way,” dad said, before leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine.  As he did, I parted mine and we began a hot wet spit swapping, tongue kiss.  We looked around and found that Jim a=had disappeared and soon came back into the kitchen, fully clothed.

    “I’m going to leave you two alone so you can talk,” he said, before walking out the door.  I stepped up top dad again and this time I instigated the kiss and as I did, I slipped my hand down the front of his shorts and grasp his awesome rapidly rising cock.  

    Seconds later we parted and in one swift move, I squatted down in front of dad pulling his shorts down with me.  Inches from my face was one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen and in one steady move, I swallowed it balls deep.  I lovingly sucked the cok that had created me and mon=ments later he stopped me and pulled me back up.  Without a word, he took my hand and led me to his bedroom, where he lovingly began undressing me. Within seconds, we were in his bed passionately kissing and fondling each other before flipping into a hot sixty-nine.  My dads cum load was one of the most delicious I had ever had the pleasure of eating.  He hungrily devoured mine and said how much he had dreamed of that moment.

    After exchanging our first time experiences, he asked me to fuck him and I agreed but made him promise to fuck me afterward.  After fucking each other, he called Jim and said we wanted to meet he and Brad for lunch.

    We met at a restaurant and  after a great lunch, dad toasted our future times together.  We all knew he was referring to future four ways.

    Our cruise was six weeks away, and weekends up until time for us to fly to LA, we spent all having sex together.  Four cocks, four asses, and four mouths, all getting worked over.

    Brad and I had two glorious weeks together having sex with a few other male passengers, mostly husbands, while the wives were in the spa.  We met a few other single guys that played, as well as a couple of stewards on the ship. In Hawaii, we had sex both in the hotel room and on the beach, with whomever wanted to join in.

    Once back home, we found that dad had moved in with Jim, so Brad and I took over dad’s home. As before the cruise, our weekends were spent with the four of us being together in one continual orgy.  I loved my dads cock in me both in my ass and in my mouth. 

    He and I became so much closer and with things being out in the open, when brad and I met someone special, we invited Jim and dad to join in and they did the same with us.  There is nothing hotter than family sex.

  • Bookstore

    Tonight

    The first thing you notice is the distinctive smell of the place.  When you walk in the door there’s this cellophane-like, plastic smell in the air.  Which should be expected given that there is a lot of cellophane and plastic in the large open store.  Printed and taped porn is wrapped in cellophane and sex toys are made of plastic…so…there you go.  The smell isn’t unpleasant at all, but it is very specific to this environment.

    The air changes considerably when you enter the back rooms.  The place where it all goes down.  The video booths.  The screening rooms.  The dark hallways built so there are a lot of corners.  These areas smell like sex.  Pure simple male animal lust.  And it’s intoxicating.  Sweat.  Cum.  The smell of desire.  The smell of need.  The scent of everyday ordinary horny manliness.  Fuck.  If someone could capture this fragrance in a bottle he would revolutionize the cologne industry.

    I’m Brian, by the way.  Forty eight.  Divorced father of two unbelievably awesome kids (grown now…how did that happen?).  And queer, just so you know, as a fucking three dollar bill.  I am finally to the point in my life where I could give a flying fuck about the gay part.  I am a man.  A decent, God fearing, all American, masculine man.  Who just happens to love sucking and being sucked and fucking and being fucked by other men.  God bless America mother fuckers.  Take me as I am or take a flying leap.  Your choice.

    So what brings me to this castle of male desire on the outskirts of downtown Nashville?  What do I bring to the game?  I’m not ancient but hell; I’m way closer to fifty than I am to forty.  I’m sure not the stereotypical gay sex object.  I’m 6’1″,185 pounds, solid but not ripped (by any means).  People have always said I am handsome but, when I hear that, I think they’re playing fast and loose with the word.  My nose is too…off…to be handsome.  Plus I have a small scar on my right cheek from a bike accident I had when was twelve.  I will admit to having nice eyes.  Clear, deep, and green.  I’ve thick, close-cut, light brown hair; definitely graying at the sideburns and my two-day-beard.  Not to mention the gray that is finding a home in the fur on my chest and stomach.  My cock is, at best, average in size (ok…it might not be huge but it is thick with a vein running up and over the shaft that guys seem to really enjoy running their tongues over).  So, if I’m not hung and don’t look like Brad Pitt, what do I have to offer other guys on the prowl in the corridors of this market?

    Let’s just say I have a very willing spirit.  And let’s acknowledge that stereotypes are for losers.  There is plenty of room in the gay world for every day men like me.  I’m not a Bear or an Otter or even a Daddy.  If I’m a type, it’s Guy-Next-Door.  Who-Loves-Sex-With-Other-Men.  A-Lot.

    I’ve been coming to this particular adult establishment for years.  I started visiting when I was in my thirties and still married.  I was trapped in a marriage that from all outward appearances was perfect.  But I knew better.  Didn’t do much with anyone back then but I was a keen observer.  I learned the ropes by watching the, and pardon the pun, ins and outs of what goes on at places like this.  My natural voyeuristic bent helped.  I love to watch people.  In particular people having sex.  Ok.  Well…I love to watch men having sex.  Preferably with each other.  And let me tell you…there are few better places to see that happen than at so called “straight” adult establishments.  At least in cities that have no gay bath houses.  Adult book and video stores are a closeted gay man’s wet dream.

    Literally.

    I am no longer closeted.  Ex-wife knows.  Kids know.  Family knows.  And even the folks at work know.  Hell.  I’m the fucking poster boy for the newly out middle aged gay man.  I’m happy.  I’m accepted by most people about who I give a shit.  I’m “comfortable”.  So why am I not out looking for Mr. Right in the proper places for gay men to find their Prince Charming?  The numerous (at least in my city, thank God) socially acceptable places to meet a nice gay man with whom you can settle down?  Why do I continue to visit haunts of closeted, usually married, gay men every few months?  Why do I get off on the secrecy vibe when I am no longer a secret?

    Maybe because having an orgasm with dozens of horny men nearby is hot as fuck. 

    Look…do I want to meet the man of my dreams and build a life with him?  Grow old with him? Watch the grandkids play in the back yard with him?  Hold his hand as we watch the sunset?  Yeah.  I want that.  Hell.  The thought of that is better than the thought of any orgasm in my immediate future.  So I date.  I’m looking.  And, funny thing, when I’m dating a guy, I have a strict no sex policy until at least the fourth date.  Dating is about finding out what a person is like.  Who he is inside.  Sex, too early in a relationship, fucks that up.  At least for me.  But I’m not expecting to meet Mr. Right in this place or on this night.  I’m not even expecting to meet Mr. Right Now in this dark, electric cave of a place.  That’s ok.  I’m not dating anyone at the moment and tonight…I want to play.

    *

    After paying the $20.00 “membership fee” to enter the back rooms, I pass through the metal detector and head to the rear of the store, past the videos, magazines, dildos, blow-up dolls, and lubes and walk through a door frame curtained by heavy red velvet drapes.  It takes a few seconds for my eyes to grow accustomed to the low light coming from 40 watt bulbs hanging a good ten feet above and spaced to leave certain corners dimmer than the main passageway.  I stand just inside the now closed curtain and breathe in the welcoming heady scent.  My cock stirs in my Levis, as if knowing on it’s own that good things are about to happen, the sensitive mushroom head tingling slightly as it brushes the rough denim.  The place is busy.  It’s Friday, a little after 5:00 and the after work crowd is arriving.  It’s going to be a good night.

    My eyes now adjusted to the light, I begin my evening by joining the men who are strolling through the corridors.  The hallway, about six feet wide with a black linoleum floor and walls painted a dull gray, runs about twenty or so feet  then turns ninety degrees to the right.  About fifteen feet later there’s another right that takes you back to the front where there is a last turn that will bring you back to the curtained entrance.

    These four connecting halls surround two media rooms.  One showing straight films, the other non-stop gay porn.  Each theatre has three black leather couches, the largest placed against the back wall, a slightly smaller one in front of it, and a smaller couch still at the front, closest to the screen.  The screen itself is a high def 70” television hanging on the wall about five feet from the floor.  There is a long low table below the screen with mints, condoms, paper towels, hand sanitizer, leather and glass cleaner.  I observed early on that it is just simple common courtesy to clean up your jizz should you shoot onto anything the janitor would have to address.  Most guys are pretty good about this.

    While there is always action to be found in the theatres, I want to see what else is going on tonight before going into one.  And, by the way, while I will generally spend my time in the gay room, there’s no shortage of sex between men happening in the straight theatre.  Some guys figure that if the place gets raided (something that I have never heard of actually taking place) they will be better off if their wife and friend reads about them being arrested in a straight theatre than a gay one.  Being out, that’s one less thing for me to worry about.  Though I would prefer to not be arrested at all, of course.

    No.  First I want to just walk around a bit.  Get the feel of the crowd.  Maybe check out one of the private video rooms (really a walk-in closet) that are available behind one of several doors along the left side of each corridor.  In addition to a chair or two, each of these booths has a smaller high def screen on one wall.  A console box under the screen allows you to scroll through the available movies, gay, straight, and bi, until something or someone catches your eye.  Many of the booths have glory holes cut into one or both of the side walls.  There’s also paper towels and hand sanitizer on the wall by the door.

    Everyone has their own preferences when it comes to utilizing the “private” rooms.  I notice tonight for instance that one guy, a hunky African American probably in his early thirties, has left the door open and it treating whomever wants to watch to a show.  He sits slouched back in the chair watching an interracial gay flick as he strokes what must be ten inches of hard thick cock.  I’m all about doing a good deed and since the guy obviously gets off on performing  for others I pause and join two men who are already taking in the scene.  You know.  Just to help him out.

    Nathan (I’ve named him Nathan in my head because it sounds collegiate and this guy is built like a former college athlete) has his khakis pulled down just enough to allow access to his balls and enormous shaft.  He’s turned slightly sideways so we are treated to a profile view as his fist slowly strokes up and down.  Nathan spits in his hand and lubes himself, the light of the video now reflecting off his wet, milk chocolate colored dick.  His bush is visible in shadow, thick and dark.  With his free hand he lifts his polo shirt up and and runs his hand  up his stomach then to his chest.  A light coating of that same curly dark hair trails up from his navel and is barely visible against his brown skin.

    I’m standing between the other two men, both white and about my age.   Both are wearing their wedding ring.  The guy to my right is wearing an obviously expensive suit, shirt and tie.  Not to mention a Tag Heuer watch that I can’t help but covet just a bit.  He’s nice looking in a preppie sort of way, tall and trim though not skinny.  Slightly wavy blonde hair cut, I’m sure, to meet his boss’ expectations.  I can’t tell the color of his eyes.  He’s wearing stylish glasses, the action from the video  flickering across them as he watches Nathan. 

    The other fellow is dressed much more casually in sweat pants and a tee shirt.  He’s stockier than Mr. Suit and not classically handsome but he has a great smile and is dripping masculinity.  Dark hair is curling from the neck front of his tight fitting tee.  His arms are hairy too and his left hand is in his sweat pants massaging a nice bulge that tents the soft gray cloth.  He’s the sort of guy who will later have his buddies and their wives and kids over for a beer and pizza.  I like him immediately.

    The three of us watch as Nathan continues the show, pushing down on his pubic area, tightening the skin on his already engorged cock.  The pink head of Nathan’s cock seems even larger than before.  Other men on the prowl have slowed their pace but there’s really only room for the three of us to watch and we’re not going anywhere just yet so the other men move on.  I casually brush my hand down the front of my jeans, feeling my cock swell and grow down my right pant leg.  Mr. Suit notices.  We glance at each other, our eyes locking for a second.  I open my mouth slightly and lick my upper lip, partly because my lips are dry and partly to send a signal.

    It’s then that I feel a hand cup my left ass cheek.  I lean back a bit and press into Tee’s palm.  Mr. Suit notices this small movement, too, and takes the opportunity to place his palm on my stomach.  He looks at me as if wanting to know if touching me is ok.  I smile letting him know that he is fine.  His hand creeps down and begins gently rubbing up and down the outline of my denim clad cock.  I’m so hard that even the mushroom head of my shaft is clearly visible.

    Tee’s attention to my ass has grown more urgent.  His visual focus is on Nathan and the video images on the screen but his hand is all over my firm butt.  He lifts my polo shirt and tries to slide his hand down the back of my jeans.  There’s no room but I, again being the helpful guy I am, unbutton the first two buttons on the fly of my jeans.  This gives him room to slide his hand in and cup my bare ass in his rough hand.  I love having my ass played with and let out a small moan. 

    Suit now takes advantage of the extra room in my jeans on slides his hand down the front, quickly making delicious contact with my hot prick.  And when I use the word hot I’m talking about temperature.  It’s as if my penis is on fire from the inside.  I undo one more button giving Mr. Suit the room he needs to wrap his fist around the base of my dick.  He gives me a gentle but insistent squeeze and I hear myself emit a low growl of pleasure. 

    Nathan has now turned his attention from the video and started watching the three of us.  Suddenly the roles are reversed and we’re his show.  Hey…time about is fair play.  I’m not ready this early in the night to cum, however, so I have no intention of letting Mr. Suit pull my cock out completely as he was struggling to do.  One thing I have found to be the case, and this might surprise a lot of people, is that most all men will show good manners and either stop or slow down when asked nicely.  Everyone is there for a good time and no one wants to spoil it. 

    Anyway, I need the friction on my butt and penis to stop for a moment.  I say softly to the guys who were making it their mission to have me shoot my load after less than thirty minutes of arrival that “I need to slow down guys.”  Those are the first words spoken between us.  Immediately their hands leave my jeans and travel up my back and chest. 

    I glance at Nathan, whose pace has quickened considerably and follow his gaze to  Tee, who had raised his shirt and lowered his sweatpants a bit.  Tee’s cock is sticking straight up and tight against his abdomen.  Instinctively I reach down and wrap my hand around his thick meat, running my thumb lightly over the bulby head.  I meet Tee’s eyes and he flashes that great smile at me.  Pressing my thumb over his jizz slit I feel the slick of his pre-cum.  Squeezing that pink ridged flesh just slightly releases a nice little spoonful of his juice.  I bring my now wet thumb up to my tongue and taste this wonderful essence.  Mr. Suit is watching and, after I suck my thumb clean, he leans forward and kisses me, his hot, sweet tongue battling mine for the remainder of Tee’s man honey.

    A low but powerful groan leaves Nathan’s lips.  Just in time, we three older guys give our full attention to the younger man who has invited us into his fantasy.  Nathan’s body goes rigid.  His grip on the base of his cock grows tight and he stops pumping.  His balls, the size of large eggs, draw up so far into his body that it looks as if they might shoot out of the end of that awesome fuck pipe.  They don’t of course but what could easily be three shot glasses of thick white cum fire like a pistol, past his stomach and chest and hitting Nathan square in the face.  Time freezes and then the young man shudders as he squeezes the last drops of his spunk from his slit.  “Fuckkkk…”  he says finally.  Catching his breath, Nathan smiles at us, reaches down and, taking a couple of baby wipes from a travel pack in his pocket, wipes the goo from his handsome face.

    Speaking of catching your breath, I am breathing awfully heavy after watching Nathan’s release.  I’m not alone, either.  Suit and Tee are as sex drunk as I am.  We watch as Nathan pulls up his khakis, struggling to fit his still semi-hard penis into them.  Once he has adjusted himself and zipped up, he leaves.  Smiling sweetly he touches each of us on the chest as he passes, thanking us softly and telling us to have a good time.

    We decide to take him up on that.

    *

    Suit, Tee, and I barely fit in the tight video booth but the forced closeness only serves to make us more desperate to explore each other’s bodies.  Our hands and mouths are all over each other the second the door closes.  Suit’s tongue is in my mouth.  He tastes a bit like cinnamon and he moans into me as our tongues tangle wildly.  With one hand I am massaging his rapidly hardening penis while the other fumbles with the zipper of his slacks.  I can barely breathe I am so turned on. 

    Tee is adding to the fever of the moment, as well as to the somewhat awkward stance in which we’re balancing.  Three grown men in the tiny booth is bad enough but Tee has squatted down and is quickly removing my jeans.  He snaps the last two buttons on my fly and yanks them down to my ankles.  I’m naked from the waist down, since I never wear underwear in these situations.  My cock is rock hard and sticking straight out, pressing into Suit’s trousers.  Tee goes right for my pucker, spreading my ivory ass cheeks wide he plunges his hot wet tongue into my hairy hole. 

    I gasp in dizzy pleasure as Tee’s mouth takes on a life of its own.  I feel his rough beard on my butt.  It’s as if Tee has been starving for my starfish.  He licks up and down my crack and taint, stopping to focus his attention to my quivering sphincter, licking and sucking.  Now he’s running his beard up and down the valley, the rough hair scratching wonderfully across my tender skin.  If we three didn’t so tightly fill the room, my knees would collapse.  As it is, I push back into Tee’s eager face, flexing my hole to open as wide as I can to this tongue-fucking.

    All the while, Suit has not let up on his assault of my mouth.  Our tongues continue to battle inside each other’s mouths.  Through my delirium, I have managed to release his cock from his pants and now hold his hot flesh stick in my right hand.  I lightly stroke what I estimate to be about six and half inches of solid manhood.  I want to see what I am holding but to look down would mean I would have to stop kissing him and Suit is a fan-fucking-tastic kisser.  Some random synapse makes note of the way my hand catches on the ridge of his cockhead with each stroke.  I realize that this catch is synchronized to little moans that Suit is breathing into me as we kiss.  His corona must be extra sensitive.  I run my finger, slick with a bit of pre-cum, over that pulsing cap and sure enough, Suit goes wild.  Our kissing intensifies.  I LOVE being able to find a guy’s pleasure points and use them to make him lose himself in the moment.

    Speaking of pleasure points, Tee has found one of mine.  He is settled in on my ass for the evening.  I don’t want him to suffocate so I try to press on his shoulder to let him know he can stand up and take a breath but Tee will have nothing of it.  Tonight, this man needs to be doing exactly what he is.  My ass is this man’s heaven and who am I to deny a hot guy something he so obviously enjoys?  Not to mention something he is so fucking good at.  Tee’s tongue has found its way deep into me, deeper than anyone has ever rimmed me before.  I feel as if he could almost reach my prostate with his probing mouth muscle.  I can tell by the way his arm is hitting my calves that he is finding great pleasure in stroking his cock as he eats out my now very wet hole.

    I realize suddenly that what is making this encounter so hot is that it almost exclusively involves some form of kissing.  I love to kiss.  The feel of another man’s face against mine is intoxicating.  Shaved or bearded, it doesn’t matter.  It’s the intimacy and pleasure that the male mouth can give and receive that is so mind-blowing.  Some guys won’t kiss in situations like this.  And that’s their call but damn…they sure are missing out.

    I feel Tee’s rhythm falter and I know what’s about to happen.  I reluctantly take a break from Suit’s beautiful lips and urge Tee on.  “Eat that ass, man.  Stroke your hard cock.  Shoot your fucking load while your tongue is buried in my man hole, you fucker.”

    I don’t always talk dirty during sex but when I do, I get results.   Tee’s face presses into my ass as he cums, the vibrations of his moans and texture of his beard nearly making me blow my own load.  The feeling is like nothing I have ever experienced.  It’s primal.  It’s wonderful.  It takes my breath away.

    Tee falls back on his haunches.  “Oh my GOD” we say at the same time.  Tee flashes that gorgeous smile of his.  The front of his tee shirt is covered in his milky seed.  Suit has taken his cock in his own hand and is rolling his fist just under the head.  His penis is every bit as perfect as I imagined and sure enough, the head flares noticeably at its base.  I love seeing what I had felt and look forward to feeling that cock in my mouth and catching that ridge not just on my hand but on my lips.

    As Tee stands up, using the wall against his back to help lift himself off the floor, Suit’s cell phone rings.  Well, it doesn’t ring exactly.  It announces the caller.  “Call from Jennifer at home” the phone states.  “FUCK!” Suit says as he drops his cock and reaches into his pocket.  “Shit shit shit” he mumbles as he declines the call.  I know then that I will not get to taste that awesome cock of his.  The intrusion of something so personal into the room leaves us all feeling a bit awkward.  Suit apologizes and Tee and I both assure him that we understand.  

    We maneuver so that Tee can open the door.  “Your ass is the best thing to happen to me this year” he tells me.  “You are a beautiful man and I would love to fuck you some day.”  I smile and say thanks.  Tee leaves.  Suit has his dick back in his slacks and shrugs.  “Sorry man,” he says shyly.  “I wish I could stay but…I’m late as it is and…and I’m gonna catch hell from the….”  He lets that sentence trail off but I know who he means.  Lord do I feel sorry for this poor guy.  For the second time tonight I tell him that I understand.  He kisses me deeply one last time.  When he pulls away I see how torn he is.  And then, he too is out the door.

    A very hot and hairy cub is standing outside massaging the impressive bulge in his jeans.  Our eyes  meet and he flashes me a grin that rivals Tee’s for sheer horny sweetness.  This man is gorgeous and part of me (not that part) thinks he might actually have been waiting for me to finish with the other guys.  I wink at him but close the booth door just the same.  A few seconds later the cub tries to open the door, probably thinking I’m wanting him to join  me since I did, after all, wink.  Right now, though, I need a minute to myself.  As is courtesy in these places, the cub only tries once, then moves on.  I find a movie that looks pretty hot and fasten my jeans, which isn’t easy as I’m still pretty excited to be here.  I sit and take a moment to catch my breath.  The night is young. 

    The film is a “classic”, shot in the late-80s when sex was something new to me.  Exciting and without thought.  Sex is still exciting (please God, let it always be) but all these years later I admit that the act most always involves thought.  As I watch the half dozen or so men in the video doing things to each other that make my mouth water, I think back to the time when I was in Suit’s shoes.  I can sure empathize with how he’s feeling on the drive home.  It wasn’t that long ago when I was there myself.

    And then I realize something.  I’ve seen this film before.  I watched it when it was first released on VHS.  Fucking VHS.  I watched it with the very person who made me start thinking about sexual intimacy rather than just having sex.  That was both a good thing, and…well.  You know.  We grow up and we learn.

    Wow.  I haven’t thought of Mark in years.  And, given the circumstances, that says a lot about the resiliency of the human spirit.  Getting over Mark was rough.  I wonder whatever happened to him.  I hope he’s out there somewhere, still fucking.  Still being beautiful.  Still alive.  Though there was a time when I would not have been so concerned with the alive part.  Yeah.  It took a lot to get over Mark.


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  • The Recruit

    Author’s note: Several years have passed. I hadn’t really meant to continue this but…as will happen, I found the characters interesting to write, liked them, liked cowboys and Marines and so…..18 pages, 6,450 words later, the story goes on. I hope you will like my men as much as I do; There isn’t one I wouldn’t fuck.  PJ            


    The
    truck pulled up, cowboy started out to say howdy to the big man who
    was standing there. Only got so far as the man grabbed him, pulled
    him out, knocking his hat to the ground, then shoved him against the
    back cab door. He had a certain determined expression that Jeb, the
    cowboy, hadn’t seen too often and wasn’t pleased to see it now.
    One big hand held him hard against the truck while one leg kicked his
    two boots apart telling him, stay just like that, shut up until
    you’re spoken to and he’d  do the speaking.

    Out
    of habit and respect Jeb reached up to take off his hat forgetting it
    was already on the ground while the big man contemplated whether to
    piss in it or stomp on it. Either way.

    “I
    got some questions and you’re going to answer them. Hear me?”

    His Adam’s Apple got about the size of a grapefruit which sort of prevented his answering, unless a gulp could be an answer…which the man staring at him didn’t think it was. His, “Yes Sir”, emerged in a molting condition, you kinda had to know that’s what he meant to say. Sorta.

    The big man lifted one knee and put it squarely under Jeb’s balls kept there as he used the truck as a backstop. Never took his eyes off him, just wanted him to know that this was serious; Jeb kinda figured that.

    “You
    been fucking my grandson?” Oh holy hell, it wasn’t a question he
    wanted to answer, ever, and surely not to this man, the grandfather.
    Just to encourage him, the knee popped up just enough to not hurt but
    genuinely to say ‘next time…’

    “Okay, one more once. Have you been fucking my grandson? Yes or No? You do know what fucking is? you take that thing….” He reached over and punched about the second button up on his 501’s to demonstrate what was under it. “….then you turn your man over spread his cheeks, stick it up his ass….just so you remember, take off his boots and his pants first…Now, my grandson, you ever stuck anything that belongs to you up anything that belongs to him?”
    “Uh….”


    ‘Uh
    is not an answer, yes or no, those are answers…pick one….”

    “Yeah,
    uh, Sir, I did, uh, well ya see….”

    “Is
    he any good? Does he know how to fuck, ever fuck you?”

    Jeb
    was having trouble answering two questions at once, neither of which
    he really wanted to answer….

    “Uh….”

    “Jesus
    Christ, is that the only word you know? ‘Uh’? I’ve heard you
    plenty a times, fuck ‘uh’ and answer my question. Did he ever
    fuck you, did he know what he was doing?”

    Big
    gulp. “Sir, he sure does know how to fuck, real good at it, guess
    some man taught him good.” You can go too far. “ ‘Spose I got
    you to thank for teaching him good ‘n all….’bout how to fuck a
    man…”

    It
    was truly the wrong thing to say; The  big man sorta turned colors,
    kneed Jeb, twice, in the balls, so hard it almost pushed him up the
    side of the truck.

    “The
    last thing I fucked that didn’t have my ring on her finger was my
    wife, one time before we was married,,,after  that, it had my brand
    on it’s butt, four legs and went ‘Moo’ ‘an’ I was one drunk
    cowboy when I did it. I never fucked my grandson. Ever.”

    “No
    Sir, you never fucked your grandson cuz you was fucking cows.”
    There was, unfortunately, a pause which he chose to fill
    conversationally. “ I guess every cowboy has punched a cow or two
    now ‘n then…..my daddy…”

    The
    big man gave him ‘the stare’ that every man knows and should know
    how to use, this big man did. What ever Jeb was going to tell him
    about his daddy wasn’t going to be told.

    From inside the truck, where he’d been squinched down ‘bout as far as he could on the passenger’s side, Pete appeared, jumped down, got between Jeb and his grandfather then put his arms around him-the man always had to notice, another inch and they’d be eye to eye, with or without boots.

    “Pa,
    don’t….You know me, Duffey, Dad….he just kinda did what I sorta
    wanted him to do.” He had an excuse. Sort of. “You know, Duffey
    isn’t around here….”

    The
    big man paused, smiled, thought about a Marine called Duffey that
    protected his grandson at a truly terrible time in his life, matter
    of fact, that was why the young man now lived in Texas with his
    grandparents. Yeah, he knew Duffey and the kid’s Dad, both fine
    men. No doubt, though he’d never been told, that Duffey taught him
    how to fuck and, if he knew his Marine, this one in particular, no
    way Pete didn’t know how to fuck; Matter a fact, Jeb was lucky to
    get fucked by him, probably better than anything he could find
    locally.

    The big man thought about Duffey, knew he was an orphan now lived with his son-in-law, figured they were partnered up. Well, Merle, the big man, thought, good. At first he’d been, he’d admit it, shocked but when the caravan bringing Pete to him, all those Marines, Duffey…and he thought about a day now two years past….Pete drove his dad to the airport in San Antonio, took a long time driving back but…hell, Merle knew why, hard to say good bye when this “Good Bye” was going to last into the future. What his grandfather could do when he finally got home was give him a hug, told him to shower, go to bed…..better than forcing him to show the tears to everyone. They knew, but no one more than Merle. No one.

    It took Pete some time to get used to living on the ranch. He loved his grandparents, came to love the work, the people in Boerne…. different and maybe that was good. Looking at Jeb, still bouncing back and forth from boot to boot, almost afraid to pick up his hat for fear Merle would take out his nose with his knee not to mention giving him two black eyes. Just then, he seemed to be ignored while grandfather and grandson resumed their close relationship. Fuck him. He just stood there, hoping, maybe, someone would notice him, release him from the side of the truck. Out of habit he lifted one  boot, put it against the truck and thought about relaxing. Merle whipped his head around, looked at him, which caused him to drop his boot, stand straight, still with his legs spread and figured, maybe, eventually, he’d either be released, beat up or thrown out.

    Inwardly
    Merle smiled to himself, he liked the young cowboy, liked his
    politeness and, just now, his confusion. He had every intention of
    giving Pete his permission to do whatever he wanted with Jeb although
    it did sound like whatever he wanted to be done….already had been.
    He sneaked a peek down at the good sized lump in his grandson’s
    jeans, put an arm around him, gave him a squeeze then headed for the
    bar.

    “Is he gonna just stand there holding the truck up? Jesus, son, turn loose, pick up your hat before a rattler thinks it’s home and come over here, your man is gonna have a drink with his grandfather, ‘spose we need to get you liquored up, make it easier when he shoves his meat up your ass, get you loosened, give him a good ride….reminds me, son, I had the rowels on your spurs sharpened, need ‘em when the two of you play horsey” He looked at  Jeb “….you’re the mare.”  

    Jeb blushed Alabama Crimson Tide red.

    Pete slapped his grand dad on his ass, grinned, looked at Jeb, raised his boot heel, reached down and play spun the pretend  rowel on a spur that wasn’t there. Jeb just grinned, looked down, winked at his man then walked up to the bar where Merle was filling three glasses.

    Thing
    is…when Merle poured, he didn’t believe in having to come back
    for refills-his assumption being that you would want a refill -sure
    as hell he would. Also, in his home you took it straight, no chaser,
    no ice, just about six ounces in a straight sided glass that had “JM”
    engraved on it. Jean, Bills grandmother, didn’t drink-sometimes
    that was in self defense-but could pour just like her husband. Folks,
    who’d had a Merle sized drink in their past, thought if the little
    lady did the honors they might escape with less than a drunk in one
    glass; They were wrong but up front they didn’t know that.

    Jeb looked at a glass that barely had room at the top to get your lip in to sip-and that’s what you did with a Merle drink, sip. Also, he wasn’t sure what he was drinking…other than the amber color which meant nothing to him. One thing, it sure wasn’t beer, no sir, one sip told him that. He heard the scrape of a match on a boot; Pete and Merle had cigars from which they’d bit off the end, spat it out, licked ‘em and were now lighting up. Noticing the absence in his mouth, Merle stuck one in, looked disgusted when he did nothing with it, pantomimed biting off the end, licking it then having flame attached. “Nothing improves good Bourbon like a good smoke. Siddown son, here by Pete, enjoy yourself….put your boots up….always wear your hat in the house?”

    Jeb
    had started to think he couldn’t win with this old man
    and…..because he really loved Pete, he kinda thought Merle should
    seem to approve. Least ways, he hoped. That Pete was an adult and
    could fuck who he wanted didn’t seem to occur to him, that the
    first thing he’d been ask was whether Pete had fucked him
    or…wait, he had another pull on his drink…maybe he wanted to know
    if he’d fucked Pete…one way or the other. Took another good sized
    sip,  almost coughed up his left lobe. Merle slapped him on the back
    quietly grinning to himself. Wasn’t much of a sinner. Yet. Unless
    you counted fucking which Merle didn’t; Everybody fucked.

    Two
    hours later Jeb, naked, in a shower, feeling like death incarnate
    having ingloriously thrown up his drink and whatever else was down
    there. Merle’s only comment as Pete took his guy off to be cleaned
    was…. “Jean sure was right, tile floors work best in here…”

    Way
    North Pete’s dad, their Marine, Duffey, plus  Duffey’s buddies
    from the Corps, the two gay cops that lived with them, Ian and Terry,
    were actually all home at the same time. Terry had moved over to SWAT
    which meant that his hours were more run by police emergency than
    schedule, Duffey now spent one day a week two towns over in a branch
    recruiting office occasioning one of the cops and Jack, Pete’s Dad,
    more often then not, sat down for an evening beer, the news and
    dinner with at least one, sometimes all three of the other occupants.

    Jack
    had learned over time that, as far as he could tell, Marines could
    and did do anything, cooking was just another of their skills. He
    still remembered coming home from a business trip to Portland only to
    find what had been a formal dining room was now a saloon. Brass rail,
    spittoons, fully plumbed, the mandatory naked lady painting-well, in
    this case she was being fucked by a Marine who’d only shoved down
    his pants, removed his shirt, his Marine Corps tattoos fully evident.
    As was his generous cock.(Periodically this was replaced by a full
    sized photo of two Marines fucking…in specific, Terry and Ian,)
    Dart board, pool table, sawdust for blood…..it could be closed off
    from the rest of the house when in use-no point in having drunks
    wander around looking for the crapper-there was a standing urinal by
    the bar with a sign over it, “If Your Cock Can’t Point Down,
    You’re Too Young To Be Here .” Also, they’d knocked a hole in
    the front of the home then turned it into a door but one made to look
    like it led to ….. a barracks. Just to avoid attention, there was a
    pair of doors that closed over it when no one was expected. It went
    without saying that no one showed up unexpected but when they
    did….Jack learned to sleep soundly no matter what he heard or the
    decibel level. This was their safe place, their place to dance with
    each other, have friends, whatever their occupations, drop by and,
    what he knew, just enjoy being some place where they did not have to
    be constantly looking around, concerned as to whom might be looking
    at or for Good boys, all of them, just blowing off steam. Plus,
    because Marines could do almost anything, whatever the damage, was
    fixed quickly. Some men have a ‘man cave’ he had a one off Marine
    Barracks complete with Marines. Just to finish off the ‘look’
    there were two sets of bunk beds for grunts who ‘passed go’ at
    the bar and didn’t need to collect ‘cept to eat some sheets on a
    bed. Plus maybe a buddy to go with it.

    Terry
    looked…..worried, maybe troubled. He seemed to want to start a
    conversation but, like turning over a motor on a cold morning, it
    almost did but then it didn’t.

    “Okay,
    son, fess up, what’s up….I’m over 21, you can tell me….”

    “Dad,
    Has Duffey talked to you about the Corps lately? You know his time to
    re-up is around the corner….he’s kinda worried that if he does,
    they’ll move him, give him a promotion, put him back on a base
    somewhere.”

    Just
    not here or near here although that’s what he didn’t say it  but
    what Jack heard.

    “I’m
    amazed he’s been here this long, Christ, how many Army guys have
    been in and then moved on down at the recruiting station? He never
    talks about it…..I don’t know, I just came to think….” But he
    wondered if what he thought was just what he wanted to think, that
    Duffey would always be a Marine, would always be a recruiter, would
    always be his partner sleeping every night in his bed beside him.
    That’s what he wanted to think.

    He
    looked at his can, picked it up, drained it… “I think I’ll have
    something stronger…you?”

    “Yeah,
    sure, Dad…just not a ‘Merle’ special…I have to get up in the
    morning.”

    They both smiled remembering Jack’s father-in-law and his heavy handed way of pouring out liquor.

    The
    Dad Thing. First night Terry and Ian had moved in, given they were
    younger than Jack, he just called them ‘son’, didn’t mean
    anything-he called a lot of younger men ‘son’…at least not to
    him. But their reading of what he’d said went another way. Yes they
    were cops, yes they were gay and, also, yes their own fathers had
    thrown them out when, separately, their families had rejected them.
    Ian had come home from late afternoon classes at the university to
    find his things in trash bags with a note that in very few words
    said, “Get out, you’re not our son, you’re a queer.” He
    joined the Corps that afternoon which is where he’d met
    Terry-another victim of parental rejection, just more physical; His
    father beat him up before throwing him out with…nothing. Off to the
    Corps. Hearing the word “Son” in friendship and with warmth…..had
    meaning to them.

    Knowing what Jack had been through, Millie’s death, Pete’s rape, the general devastation that had in significant ways wrecked his life and….now with his only son gone to Texas, probably forever, (though that was not quite said) he needed some people, guys, to fill up his emotional need for a son….well, two sons.

    One day, in the pool, horsing around, they got Duffey on a floating raft-a blow up of the Marine Eagle, Globe and Anchor symbol-and told him that, far as they knew and cared, Jack was their Dad,  and….they wanted him to run interference for them. However you saw it, taking two grown men, cops no less, and turning them back to a certain age and period….some might think it was, well, odd. (They all knew of sets of men who, for a few days, played ‘Dad’ and ‘Son’ but that generally ended up as fetish or incest play, indeed it was the whole idea of it.) What they wanted was just to introduce into their lives something they desperately missed, a Dad, a Father, someone they could go to…..Duffey looked at Ian-whose tastes he knew-and commented, “…and a Dad who would occasionally spank his bad boys?….”. Ian didn’t blush. Exactly.

    It wasn’t an easy topic for Duffey; There’d been a bad moment when the guys had first moved in, the first time Jack had called them, “Son”. Duffey, who thought he inherited that title after Pete left, winced but then was told he was his partner…probably better than ‘son’. And they were partnered, far as either of them were concerned they were both fathers to Jack’s son, Pete, which was fine by him. Suited Pete too, only one person not to be told about that arrangement….Merle who really had no reason to know.

    As
    much as he loved his son-in-law, his grandson and, by osmosis,
    Duffey, the sexual switch went down rough with him. Cowboys, and he
    certainly was one, were men, had cocks, balls and fucked women. Hell,
    that’s how he’d got his grandson, Jack had screwed his daughter
    Millie….that’s how it worked but, he discovered, not always. When
    they’d been helping while Millie died, they’d been casually aware
    of Duffey, as a good friend of Pete, someone he went to, a truly nice
    guy, a Marine recruiter, who provided Pete with not only a friend but
    someone outside his family to whom he could just…talk. When Jack
    suggested Duffey move in, he could not have known, mainly for he had
    no reason to suspect it, that his grandson was gay, had been for some
    while with a taste for fucking men and being fucked.; Duffey found
    that out accidentally, provided Pete with an adult preventing his son
    from looking for the sex he’d kept secret and still get the sex he
    craved; Eventually, when his Dad knew, let Pete and Duffey sleep
    together. Some years later Jack had wondered….was Duffey gay or had
    he done that so his Pete would have a companion sexually as well as
    be a good friend? By then, it hardly mattered, Pete was in Texas and
    Duffey was sleeping in his bed. If neither of them had been
    gay….then….well, now….

    At first, Jack had been somewhat uncomfortable when the guys called him ‘Dad’ as naturally as if he really were. Yes, he called them ‘Son’ but…he still addressed many young men that way with no thought of it being anything but an informal verbal address between two men, one older than the other. Now…when he used it with Terry or Ian, they heard it and responded as a real son would for that’s what they really wanted to be. Only problem was…it seemed somewhat forced, at least to Jack….for a time….

    As
    the issue went on, he turned to Duffey who was somewhat at sea on
    this one himself; He understood his relationship to Jack, he was his
    partner, his lover, his man but he did not think of him as a
    surrogate father to anyone except Pete. Oddly, Jack would have liked
    to have been considered Duff his partner and also be a father to him;
    Duffey was the product of an orphanage, never had a father so…it
    would be his honor to have a son like Duffey. This, and he knew it,
    took them close to the incest play some guys indulged in but that
    wasn’t what he wanted. Duffey had never indicated an interest in
    any other relationship, was happy as it was, would have been worried
    had he known what else Jack wanted. If there had ever been other men
    in Duffey’s life, apart from Pete and Jack, father and son, no one
    knew of it….not that he’d asked but…he had wondered….

    One
    night in bed Jack brought up the re-up subject, his concerns about
    being “Dad” to Ian and Terry and his fears that he would lose
    Duffey…that came at the end but it was the first in his mind. Terry
    and Ian could move away, Pete could stay in Texas but Duffey….was
    right where he should be, next to him in bed, listening to the
    worries and not having all the answers. The man in a tank top that
    had on it, “Fuck The Army” and nothing else rolled on his back,
    grabbed a pillow, stuck his hands under his head then stared at the
    ceiling as if there was helpful dialogue written there.

    “Guess
    you know this but…the Corps is my career, I walked from the
    orphanage to the recruiter……fifteen years ago?”

    “No
    one can look down any road far enough….kinda too bad some times,
    Duff…”

    He
    knew he was about to say one of the most difficult things he would
    ever say. “You have to re-up and if they promote you, and you sure
    deserve one, or send you some place….then I guess I become a camp
    follower…”

    They
    both laughed, sort of.

    …. “or I can wait for you to come home.” Nothing else to say. He well knew the saying that a Marine is always a Marine whether he’s on active duty or not. He also knew that Duffey, his Duff, had without saying anything, turned down promotions to stay where he was on several occasions. It wasn’t fair to make him keep denying what he was owed and deserved.

    “You’re
    going to try and make it easy for me, Jackass.” His private name
    for Jack. “…just makes it harder cuz…” He pushed himself up
    on one arm, looked at the man in the bed next to him…. “Jesus I
    love you, take that famous bullet for you, anything…” Jack pulled
    him down, held him, looked at him, kissed him. “You don’t have to
    make any decisions…” Duffey dropped his head…. “No, no I
    don’t…until Friday.” He fell on Jack in tears, in anxiety, in
    fear of leaving this man, this bed, this home….the man who really,
    finally, didn’t tell him but showed him love, did become, though he
    would never admit it…the father he wanted.

    “Friday.”

    “Yeah,
    I, uh, guess I got involved, forgot to tell you, would have…Did
    Terry mention it?”

    “Sort
    of…just that it was about time for you to re-up…probably didn’t
    know…” But he stopped, of course Terry knew; Cop he may have been
    but paramount to that, he was a Marine and….knew. Not telling his
    “Dad” was protecting him, giving Duffey the time and the way to
    tell… This was the man who wanted to be his father protecting him
    from what was around the corner, just…didn’t say all of it.

    “There’s
    a little bit more, maybe Officer’s Candidate School…it’s a big
    honor, huge jump in grade, start out as a grunt, even fifteen years
    later, an officer…I guess I never bothered to think about it, just
    couldn’t happen.”

    “You’d
    be a great officer…”

    “Think
    so?”

    “Look
    at the way you whipped all of us into shape, pass the white glove
    test everyday….bet Pete even has his horse….”

    They
    both laughed.

    “Duff,
    you have to, there’s just no other answer also…I know how many
    things you turned down to stay here….turn down one more and….”

    “Yeah….nothing
    will ever be offered again and whether I like it or not….I’d be
    out of here….”

    “Told
    you that, didn’t they?”

    Duffey just nodded his head.

    “I’m
    going to go get a drink….think we need something leveling…how
    about part of a Merle special?”

    Duffey
    laughed, “…bout half of one. In a smaller glass….” As Jack
    went down the stairs his Marine pushed his face into a pillow and
    cried.

    Texas.

    Jeb
    and Pete were driving back to the spread where he was the head
    wrangler. Still feeling the effects of a “drink with Merle”, Pete
    drove.

    “Just
    made a teetotaler out of me, Jesus, how do you do it?”

    “Aw,
    you’ll get used to it, I did. Well, he’s my granddad so maybe
    liquor was just in my genes….”

    Jeb
    thought about that as they drove along-his jeans were on the truck
    bed, still smelling like puke as well as his shirt. Lucky for him,
    his pants pretty much covered most of his boots, the toes were
    scrubbed clean, no smell, his hat too far up to catch the urp.

    All
    he hoped was that they weren’t stopped not that the local law
    wasn’t used to liquored up cowboys-almost never put them in jail,
    just handcuffed them to their steering wheel then tossed the keys on
    the seat beside them. When they came to enough to figure it out, no
    problem collecting the keys and moseying on down the road while
    thinking, ‘Well, Sheeit, ole Sam got me this time…if I could a
    picked up one more gear, coulda made it to the county line.” And he
    would have, course…. ‘old Sam’ had called ahead to make sure
    there was a welcoming party on the other side; Drunks, and
    especially, drunken cowboys, don’t think that far ahead not that it
    made any difference. Depending on how busy it was across the county
    line they might or might not haul ‘em in for a night of sleeping it
    off or…..park them safely off the side of the road, put up an
    orange cone behind them, cuff ‘em to the wheel and make sure they
    were headed into where the sun would rise. Almost sadistic on a
    bright, clear Texas day when a man’s head did not need bright,
    sunny and clear in any state, just a warm beer and figure out how to
    pick up those fucking keys…

    Even
    sobering up, Jeb wasn’t brain dead…. “Didn’t tell ‘em,
    shit, Pete, that’s why we came over there, to tell ‘em. You ain’t
    got long they gotta know…”

    “They
    will….”

    “They
    will…when? I say today so turn around, head back, fuck, I’ll even
    risk another Merle special….”

    He
    did a radical U turn and headed back. “Hey, you do love me, don’t
    you.”

    Jeb
    tried to nod but that hurt…. just wished his sun glasses could
    render the sun black as he slid down trying to avoid light of any
    kind.

    Jean
    looked up and saw a truck, looked familiar, should, it had been on
    her driveway less than an hour ago. Whatever it is, she felt, it was
    important, began to wonder where Merle had got to as, surely, this
    would concern him. Also since she knew Pete was in that truck it had
    to be important, something they’d both want to know. She was right.

    Never
    one to scuff one boot behind the other, say ‘aw shucks’ and defer
    the purpose of his call, once he had both grandparents-and Jeb,
    informally dressed in boxers and a T shirt plus his hat and boots,
    who was just able to stand up only a few degrees off upright-he made
    his speech.

    “Love
    you both, love my Dad but….long time ago I set out to do something
    and it’s time to do it. I wanta be a Marine, go home, find Duffey,
    let him recruit me and then….well….go be a Marine. Shit, I know
    what happened, but if I don’t finish this then….that incident
    drags me by my cock for the rest of my life. So there.”

    “Knew
    keeping you on that saddle would come to some good, got you hard
    balled, come here, son, your grandma and I want to kiss you, give
    your our blessing and…..we’ll hold on to that one”, he winked
    at Jeb which made Jeb uncomfortable wondering how he might ‘hold
    onto him’,  “until you get back.”

    A
    little stunned at a reception he did not expect, “You mean it, you
    ain’t mad? I can go?”

    “Well,
    not before tomorrow, first plane out of Houston, if that’s when you
    wanta go…”

    He
    laughed, “Well, might give it a day or three, one thing….I really
    want to surprise Duffey….”

    Pa
    swatted his butt, “Hell yes and…Pete….there’s your father.”

    The
    young man was suddenly serious. “Yeah, Dad….hadn’t thought
    about him…may be a shock I guess he thought….”

    “Your
    father now and always will want for you what’s best for you, what
    you want and this is something he knows you’ve wanted so get on up
    there, tell ‘em all…..now….seems like a good moment to have a
    drink.”

    The
    three turned as, behind them, there was a thud as Jeb hit the ground.

    “I’ll have him in shape  by when you need him next,” then poured out.

    FRIDAY

    Recruiting
    offices don’t change over the days, weeks or years. One desk for
    each recruiter-Duffy had always shared the space with a guy from the
    Army-a chair in front of the desk, posters, flyers to be handed out,
    couple of extra chairs should there be, like a barber shop, someone
    to be ‘next’ to sign up. Each wall had the symbol of the force
    behind the man recruiting for it, in back was a toilet, wash basin
    plus extra stored reading material for the guys as they came in to
    either sign up or talk about it. Since he’d arrived, seven Army
    guys had come and gone, all nice guys, which was why they were
    recruiters. Of course Duffey felt you couldn’t do better than the
    Marines, that was to be expected, but he and whoever was selling the
    ‘other  brand’ as he called it, always got along well and, each
    Monday, flipped to see who’d wash the large picture windows, one on
    each side of the glass door on which was painted, ‘Recruiting
    Office’.

    This,
    however, was a different Friday, he was expecting a Major just after
    noon who would offer/tell him his future with the Marines. He would
    accept, shake hands, salute, the man would leave, the Army guy would
    congratulate him….then he’d sit down to finish out that day now
    knowing how many more days he’d be there. He was wearing not only
    his good khaki shirt, with khaki tie, but the jacket that went with
    it. Best to look like the full dress Marine….Majors notice that
    sort of thing.

    There
    was a person going by the window, approaching the door, hesitated,
    looked at the symbols for the two services painted on the windows and
    started in. Ted, the Army guy, saw him first, looked across the room
    and commented, “This one’s for you…” Duffey looked up to see
    a cowboy hat worn over a face he knew and loved.

    “Looking
    for recruits, Sargent?”

    Duffey
    knocked over his chair as he sprang up. “Pete….What the
    hell…come here, son….” He threw his arms around one of two men
    in the whole world he loved carefully putting his head on the young
    man’s shoulder just so he could shake away the couple of tears that
    snuck out.”

    Pete had a bright smile and a pen in one hand. “Where do I sign up, Sargent? That’s what I came for.”

    Duffey
    sat down, hard. “You want to join up?”

    “Yes
    Sir, just like I always have….remember when I was thirteen? Well,
    I’m 22 and still want to be a Marine, haven’t changed my mind
    and, a course, there’s only one recruiter I’d let sign me
    up….guess you know who that is…”

    Duffey
    was having some problems sticking thoughts and sentences together.
    Almost immediately his usual talk to young men went away, this young
    man could have said it to him. Sitting there, looking up at the
    cowboy, his cowboy, Pete, just one thing….

    “Your
    Dad….?”

    “I’m
    fresh from the airport, thought you and I could tell him together,
    surprise him…”

    Duffey
    couldn’t argue that one. Jack would be surprised, just what kind of
    surprised he wasn’t sure….he was already giving up one man and
    now….Duffey seriously worried about how he might take it. The Major
    would be there to give him his new orders, taking him away, in a few
    hours and now….his son. He knew that trying to talk him out of it
    was pointless, it would just piss him off and it wasn’t hard to
    find another recruiter who would him to the Corps….But Jack….?

    Ted,
    the Army guy, had the presence of mind to realize this went far
    beyond a private moment so quietly slipped out the back mumbling
    something about something that needed doing…He’d be
    back..eventually.

    All
    Duffey could think about was a man he loved who was about to give up
    one thing he knew but now….there was another blow to him. After the
    rape, it had never occurred to Jack or Duffey that Pete’s interest
    in any sort of service still existed, why would it? Fuck, he still
    had the rough brand of a cock and balls on his ass….how it got
    there could easily have persuaded any man that….the Marines, Army,
    Air Force, Navy, hell, even the French Foreign Legion was beyond what
    he might want to do, join, even consider….but the obsession of a
    thirteen year old dies hard, if at all. Duffey stood in a shadow
    created by a door and wondered…what to do now? He could not refuse
    to enlist him, didn’t matter who he was, what the circumstances of
    which he was personally aware, the man walked in, wanted to join….
    But what he wanted was just a little time. Somehow he knew Jack had
    to be told before the papers were signed….Jack….

    Still
    holding him in his arms, Duffey needed to tell him…. “Pete…later
    today a Major from the Corps is coming, I’ll get new orders, be out
    of here….” He could feel the young man grip him harder, the
    shock, this wasn’t what he expected, like his father….he just
    assumed, Duffey, recruiting, sleeping in a bed with his Dad, going
    on…..well….who knew? Nothing would change, they were happy, he
    was happy for them….only Duffey holding him kept him from running
    out the door, finding his father, demanding that it all turn
    back…to yesterday on the plane when he thought about how it
    was…as they circled to land, could see their home, the pool….the
    Marine emblem now painted on the bottom….he guessed who had that
    done. But that was yesterday and it was dust blowing away….

    He was thirteen again, his mother was dying and….all he could think to do to help was….leave. Be a Marine. His grandparents, his father…all of them were quiet, not shushing him but, on those moments when he could go in to see his Mom….maybe….maybe if he could tell her something she’d be proud of him for doing….He’d always liked the Marines, in the movies they were the good guys. The Marine in the recruiting service, a Sargent, looked just like what he wanted to be, ramrod straight, crew cut hair, attentive to him. Didn’t laugh, asked him questions, not the least of which was his age so gradually, this man, this Sargent Duffey, got the very sad story. A kid wanting to do a good deed for a dying woman. He could not just say, “Come back when you’re older.” No, for one thing, no Marine ever turned down a candidate who seemed to have promise, even if they were only 13.

    That
    day he let Pete, the kid’s name, talk until the tears ran, until he
    could tell the Sargent what it would mean to him…to his Mom….The
    Sargent let the afternoon end, shadows cross the floor, time to close
    up, time to offer to take the young man home to ‘talk about what he
    wanted’ but most of all, to meet the family of a young man who
    wanted to sacrifice….something to help even if he didn’t know how
    or what….but….help.

    This
    morning, boots, shined, pressed shirt, Levi’s-Okay, he noticed the
    swelling where a cowboy wanted to swell-held onto his best friend,
    his other father and tried to understand….Duffey was going away.
    From his Dad? They loved each other….It just fell out of his mouth.

    “You
    can’t leave him, you can’t….Dad loves you…Duffey, please…”
    The tears in his eyes made the deep brown brilliant, his face almost
    contorted with not understanding, grief, fear…. “Duffey….I…love
    you…” The man knew that, remembered back to the first time he’d
    caught Pete and some man fucking in the pool house. Pete. 16. The guy
    ran off but Pete…consumed with embarrassment just lay on the cum
    sticky sheets crying….That’s when he picked him up, kissed him,
    told him it was all right, took him to the shower, told him to stay
    there until he came back, changed the sheets, went back, got him,
    leaned him against him, put him back in bed then sat by him rubbing
    his back saying nothing but everything. That was also when he
    carefully undressed and got into bed with the young man making him
    something he would need; Protection from other men and….his first
    lover. Later that night, when Pete had calmed, he first blew him then
    told him he needed to be fucked….:Pete had looked at him, the calm
    face, the slight smile, the hand down on his cock warming him…. “I
    want a good Marine fucking…might as well  learn to do it
    now…you’re gonna be a Marine….” Smiled at him then got up on
    all fours, impossible to not understand what had to happen next. It
    was tentative but it happened and the next morning one happy young
    man and one  Marine slept.

    That
    was then. Pete was almost comatose, unbelieving that his world had
    just collapsed. No Duffey….going away….someplace else….his Dad.
    “Have you told….?”

    “Pete,
    he’s the one who told me I had to go….because he loves me. Know
    how you love the Corps? Well, it’s my life. Before you it was all I
    had, what you, your Dad, Merle, Jean…what all of you did was just
    enhance my being in the Corps….you want to join up, I want you to
    join up and someday…you’ll see how it’s not just the Corps but
    the people who love you, that you love ‘cause without them, without
    your pride in you….you don’t have much. Pete, I was an orphan,
    the Corps was my family until…well, remember? You came in,
    thirteen, ready to join and….that’s when my real life began…I
    just didn’t know it.” He looked at a face, still confused, not
    knowing what to do, wondering…..

    He
    thought about the situation, Pete’s very real desire and….Jack….his
    pride in ‘his’ Marine……

    He
    made a sudden decision.

    “Son,
    sit down, you’ve got some papers to sign and, tonight, we’re
    gonna tell your Dad he has two sons in the Marines.” They looked at
    each other, sat down while Duffey took out some papers, one in
    particular which he turned toward Pete…. “Marine, I think we can
    dispense with the other shit, sign here.” He did, they looked at
    each other, saluted then shook hands.

    Night

    All
    of them, Jack, Terry, Ian sat at the table in the kitchen looking at
    two men, one not usually there, and never saying what they now heard.
    Duffey had been re-posted….to the nearest base, close enough for
    weekends at home and….Pete, holding the paper in his hand, off to
    be a Marine. Nobody said much…just smiled, well, all but Jack who
    seemed to have lost any facial expression. Finally struggled out….
    “Merle and Jean know?”

    Pete
    seemed puzzled, “Dad, Pa put me on the plane in Houston, ‘course
    he knows, said he made me hard balled so I could be a Marine.”

    Jack
    could hear his father-in-law say that and salute it with a glass full
    of  Bourbon.

    “When?”

    “The
    usual, thirty days….sorta got a thirty day leave to be here with
    my…..family….my bros….” He smiled at Terry and Ian. “My
    Dads…He, Duffey, sure he isn’t too old to sign him up?” He
    wasn’t kidding.

    Jack
    spit the beer he was drinking part way across the room, Duffey
    laughed…Terry and Ian put their heads on the table….didn’t want
    to point out the slight age problem but also admired Pete for wanting
    for his Dad what he was getting for himself. The question went
    unanswered, none was needed.

    Later
    that night in his old room that, to him, now didn’t even seem
    familiar save for one thing, a naked Marine, hard cocked, and ready
    to make his own welcome to the Corps.


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  • Fucking his Ass at a Local Monument

    I had met this young guy off Grindr or Scruff, or BBRTs, or Adam4Adam or Dudesnude, definitely one of those because I don’t use online profiles (much). 

    Anyway, we had been fucking around for awhile, usually with me as the bottom. He once showed up at my place with a bag full of toys and used pretty much every one of them on me. I get hard thinking about the anal beads he shoved in and pulled out one-by-one. I was in heaven.

    But that is not what this story is about.

    It had been a really hot summer and my house was across the street from a notoriously cruisy park. Well, the websites about gay cruising all said it was a hot-spot but in all the times I had gone, the paths were well-trodden but I never once got any action.

    So my friend and I are chatting one night and I suggested we meet in the park for a little fun. He begged to be fucked and I said, “Sure, just be pre-lubed and wear a jock strap underneath your shorts.”

    He wasn’t sure where to go in the park so I suggested we meet at this old monument on the edge of the trees. Its an old clock tower or something but it has four secluded alcoves all the way around and I thought it would be perfect for a late night rendezvous.

    Often nearby to the tower in the summer evenings there are these people that twirl fire batons or something. Not sure what exactly they do, but this particular evening there were more than a dozen of them out on the grass listening to some funky tribal music and twirling these flaming batons. To each his own.

    They were quite a ways away but you knew they were there because of the banter and the music, if anything though, it provided a nice bit of cover.

    My friend approached and sent me a text, “Where are you? Its so fucking dark.”

    “South side of the clock tower,” I replied, “Can’t miss me, dick out, ready for your throat.”

    I flashed my phone so he could see where I was and as he approached he got a huge smile on his face when he saw that my dick was already rock hard and I was stroking away.

    Being the good boy he was, he got down on his knees and grabbed hold of the base of my dick and started to suck like no tomorrow.

    Although this guy usually worked my ass over, he was also a very talented cock sucker and with the downward curve of my 8.5”, he would go balls deep and loved it when I was dominant and skull-fucked him until he practically was throwing up on my dick.

    We were both poppering up with the music blaring in the background aware that at any minute, one of the baton twirling hippies might happen to walk past but, he kept choking away, licking my balls and moaning and groaning as he went to town on my bone.

    He must have deepthroated me for a good 20 minutes and then it was time to fuck his tight little ass so I stood him up, turned him around and pulled him close to my body.

    The whole time I had been leaning against the wall of the clocktower in one of the alcoves and I stayed right where I was as we kissed with his head turned around while I undid his cargo shorts.

    Down came his shorts to reveal a nice sexy little leather jock strap and his cute little butt. 

    I knew he wouldn’t disappoint.

    I fingered his hole while we continued to make out and again, no disappointment, he was lubed and ready.

    Because he had been slobbering all over my cock for the last 20 minutes, I didn’t even need to add extra lube to his hole, so I grabbed the shaft of my cock without hardly releasing my hug on him and I slowly poked into his ass from behind.

    He raised his arms above his head and arched his back and let out the loudest “fuuuccckkkk yesssss,” which had it not been for the tribal music thumping away across the green I probably would have been concerned.

    He poppered up constantly (so did I) and kept backing up onto my cock to get it as deep as he could. We pretty much stayed in this position the whole time but for a few minutes here and there I mounted him from behind while he was on all fours or pushed him against the wall of the alcove and bred his tight little butt.

    I was a little concerned at one point because he straddled me used the wall of the alcove as a brace and then with me facing backward with no support, he started to ride me but I nearly fell over and thought, “great, can you imagine when the police or ambulance come along to find us with cracked noggins and we have to explain.”

    Fortunately, I didn’t have the strength to keep that position for long so we went back to him backing down onto my cock and after awhile I was getting close which made him buck his hips even more.

    I felt like a suction cup dildo in someone’s shower as he bounced back and forth on my dick but before too long I was close to cumming so I grabbed his hips tight, bottomed out inside his ass and shot a load deep into his well fucked hole.

    I held him tight for a long while and we kissed and made out as my dick softened inside him.

    Eventually we said our goodnights and went our separate ways. I had to conceal the front of my shorts a little because I had gone commando but the front of my shorts were soaking wet with lube, spit and his ass juice. As I walked down the sidewalk home, I kind of thought that people would assume I was a drunk and had pissed myself.

    Speaking of drunk, this relates to this guy, but a week or so later he texts me and it was another hot night. I had been drinking at home and so when he says he wants a repeat performance at the monument I eagerly agreed. Unfortunately, I had had a bit too much to drink and passed out leaving the poor guy at the monument texting me like crazy wondering where the fuck I was for the better part of an hour.

    I honestly felt bad and confessed my sins which he seemed to forgive me for because in subsequent nights together he has ridden my dick, swallowed my cum, used toys on my ass and reciprocated by dumping loads of his jizz into my ass.

    To this day though, we still joke about “that monument.”


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  • Father & Son’s Jock Sweat

    I was home from work at the normal time, around 5:30.  My 18 year old son and I were scheduled to hit the gym for some tension release. At least that is what I called it.  He wants to gain some mass on his shoulders and arms.  I just wanted to maintain my definition and work off some of the beer I’d consumed during last Friday night’s poker game.

    As I walked down the hall to my room to change, I passed the closed door of my other son.  He’s 17 and more of a bookworm than his older brother.  Not that he’s not involved in sports.  Just not interested in lettering in every sport the school offers.

    I’m damned proud of my boys and their accomplishments.  Tony is my oldest and about to graduate high school.  He’s already got an athletic scholarship to a major state university.  Jake is his little brother and he’s got his plans too.  He says he’s going to win a big academic scholarship and go out of state.  As I said, I’m a proud father.  I’m sure their mother is proud too.

    Anyway, I’m walking down the hall to change to my shorts, but before I even take one step past Jake’s door, my nose gets a whiff of something that makes me dizzy for a second.  It’s not an unfamilar scent.  Kind of like the smell in a lockerroom.  Musky, sweaty, a bit stale.  I shake my head to clear it and step on down to get my clothes changed.  I’m thinking Jake better clean his room before his mom gets a smell.  Probably some dirty old jocks laying around.  I grin to myself.  Jake and Tony are chips off the old block.  I think nothing of leaving my old dirty jock on the floor in my wife’s and my room. Hell, I’d leave it there till the next time Tony and I would work out. But no, Janet can’t seem to let it lay.  It seems she’s always ragging on me for something.  Sometimes I think back to my bachelor days with longing, but I always come back to the present with my pride in my boys.

    As I’m stripping down and trying to find my jock and some socks, I hear someone yelling my name.  My door opens and Jake barrels in, not thinking of anything but what’s on his mind.  He pulls up short when he sees me naked.  Not that that is shameful or shocking or the first time for that matter.  He just wasn’t thinking about it.  I see his eyes dart down and look at my cock and quickly meets my eyes with a grin.

    “Going to the gym, Dad?”  “Yeah, but it looks as though your mom hid my jock again.”  I bend over and start digging through the bottom dresser draw.  “I might need to borrow one of yours, Jake.”  “That’s cool, Dad. I’ll get one.”

    He’s back in a moment and I feel it slap me on my hairy ass.  I straighten up as he slaps me again.  We play grab ass all the time. Do some wrestling and stuff.  “I got you one of my old dirty ones.  I don’t want that nasty hairy ass of yours in my nice clean jock!”

    “My dirty, hairy man ass?  Boy?”  He throws it in my face and I get a full face of dirty jock strap smell.  Shit, a wave of dizziness almost knocks me down.  I weave back and forth, inhaling that boy’s ball stink. I feel a tingle in my groin and then I sit heavily on the bed.  That damn jock still draped over my head.  I want to get it off my nose, get some fresh air in my lungs, but I just keep snorting that dirty pouch.

    I hear Jake’s voice in the distance, calling me, asking what’s wrong. I can’t answer.  Then I feel my cock swing up and slap my hairy gut. I’m totally boned!  I open my eyes and see an evil grin pasted on Jake’s face.  What the fuck is going on?  My son steps forward and grips my now dripping boner.  We’ve never gone this far in our horse play.  I hear his voice again.  “Damn, Dad!  Nice cock.  You like the smell of my dirty ole jock, don’t you?  I was hoping I could try that special jock on you today.  Good thing I told Tony that you’d be late and couldn’t make it to the gym.”

    I hear his voice, but his hand jacking my aching cock is all that I can think about.  I feel his hand drop to my balls and start to pull.  I can’t help but follow.  He walks me down the hall to his room and pushes me onto his bed.  Jake continues to jack my hard cock and that damn jock is still on my face.

    I see my son start stripping out of his clothes.  When he’s down to his jockstrap, he climbs on top of me and pushes his packed pouch into my face.  “Want to smell it first hand and close up, Dad?  Get my ball sweat directly from my balls?”  I can’t answer as he starts rubbing my face in his crotch.  I smell his scent and it makes my hard dripping cock even harder.  My son pulls his balls out and rubs my face in them. He must like my scratchy face cause he sighs and then rubs harder.

    “Why don’t you suck on ’em now?  Get my teen jock nuts wet with your spit.  Warm my nuts, get my cum churning.  I bet you want to suck my cock too!  Is that it Dad?  Suck your own son’s cock?”

    I try to speak, but when I open my mouth he jams his hairy nuts inside. I can’t help but accept them, well, one at a time at least.  They were quite big.  My mouth filled up with spit as I started to lick and suck on them.  I don’t know what was making me submit sexually to my son, but I didn’t give it a second thought.

    “Yeah, Dad, lick those nuts!  You’re about to get your first taste of cock.  Well, maybe this is why you always talk so fondly of college and hanging out with your buddies.  Were you the jock dorm cocksucker? Always ready to give your buddies a blowjob?”

    I was finally able to buck up in protest.  It wasn’t much, I was pretty much out of, as far as getting up and punching him in the face, but it was a small protest.  Jake just grinned and pulled his dick out and smacked me in the face with it.

    “Don’t want to try licking a sweet jock dick, Dad?  Come on try it just once, you might like it.  It’ll be kind of like you telling me to eat my brocolli.  Just try it with this cheese.  Oh, look here, Dad!  I’ve got cock cheese inside my foreskin.  Stick your tongue out and I’ll wrap the skin around it and give you a good taste.  I’ll bet you’ll want another lick.  Hell, I bet you’ll want to suck the cum out of my balls with a good taste.”

    I was just lying there, powerless beneath his weight as he sat on my chest.  I tried to speak again, but Jake just shoved the uncut head of his cock inside my mouth.  Damn!  He was right.  That cock cheese did taste good.  One lick wasn’t enough.  As I licked and then started to suck, I heard a yell from Jake.  I glanced up past the big cock spearing my lips.  He was grinning that evil grin again.  Hell, the kid was laughing and then flexing his chest and arms.  He had labeled me a cocksucker and then proved it correct.  I surrendered as he rammed that big cockhead down my throat.  Now it was his thick bush that my noise was buried in and more of that dizzying scent flooded my brain.

    “Just one more thing you’re gonna do for me, Dad.  One more thing that you never thought of before now, but something I’m going to require a lot.  I want you to lick my ass!  Yeah, Dad!  I want you to lick and kiss my hairy, sweaty jock hole.  Not just lick on the outside, but stick that dad tongue deep inside my hole.”

    I heard the words but didn’t really comprehend what he was saying.  He took that big dick from my lips and I actually tried to follow it with my tongue.  I heard that laugh again and then he lifted up and all I saw was his bubble butt slamming down on my face.  He rubbed my face in his crack.  My nose got a whiff of his sweaty asshole and then I heard him tell me to lick and eat his horny ass.  And I’m embarrassed to admit it, but that’s exactly what I did.  As before when I sucked his balls and then his cock, I ate that teen jock butt like my survival depended on it.  I felt him laugh in trimph again.  He seemed to like degrading me, making me submit with these vile sexual demands of his. And I have to admit it myself, I was turned on like never before.  My cock had never been so big and thick.  I had never leaked so much precum either.  I was turned on beyond belief.  In fact I shot my cum load all over my chest, stomach and even on Jake’s broad back.  As I shot the biggest load of my 37 years, I rimmed Jake’s asshole like I’d been doing it all my life.  He must have approved cause it didn’t take long and he shifted back and stuffed his rockhard dick in my mouth and started to cum.  My mouth was quickly flooded with his jock cum.  I had to swallow or drown.

    Jake’s cum was a sticky messy goo.  I ate as much as I could, but there was too much.  And Jake didn’t help either.  He pulled out and squirted the last spurts on my face.  At last it was over.  I was a mess. A sticky, sweaty, cummy mess.  My mind was all a blur.  All I could think about was showering this shit off of my body and try to forget it.  But just then I blurped and tasted the cum all over again.

    I heard that laugh again.  It was quite evil.  I had never heard my son say one mean thing to me, his mom, or even his brother.  But here he was strutting around the room, raising his arms in the air, congratulating himself on his victory over me.  I struggled to sit up and when I almost made it, Jake pushed me back onto the bed.  He lay full length on top of me, looking into my eyes.  He grinned and then licked the cum from my face. And then kissed me, digging his tongue in deep.  I guess I shouldn’t have been shocked, especially with everything else he made me do, but I was.  And here again, I couldn’t help but respond.  It seemed that we kissed for hours.  I couldn’t get enough of him, his tongue, lips, especially that hot sweaty scent.  I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him tight against my hairy chest.

    Jake turned us on our sides and then asked in a quiet voice.  “So Dad?  Did you enjoy your first gay experience?”


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  • 86 Days of Summer

    FAMILY WEEKEND

    During the last weekend of June, campers could return home to visit family. Over half our troop was going, including Alex, Brendan, Carlos, and Patrick. They left early in the morning and after saying good bye to Alex and going back to bed, I woke up to a taping on the wood frame of my tent.

    I sat up as David stuck his head inside the back flaps. “You up?” He asks, stepping inside. I nodded and sat up, feet off the bed as I looked down and saw my morning wood proudly sticking out the fly of my boxers. I shrugged and looked up, seeing David in just a tee shirt and briefs, his own huge cock hard and bulging his underwear.

    I licked my lips and smirked, before looking up with a raised brow and getting a soft smile and nod in return. Stepping closer, David pulled his underwear up so his morning wood to burst free, pulsing idly as I moved my blanket to expose my own wood. I leaned in, opening my mouth to swallow his tip as I close my eyes and stroked myself. My free hand went up to stroke his shaft as my lips sucked and bobbed. He was already drooling precum and as I squeezed his shaft, it throbbed back firmly.

    David rubbed and held my head, sighing as I sucked him, and he rocked against my bobbing. I stroked myself faster, sighing around his meat as my own ached. My friend was panting now, throbbing and going faster as his precum gushed out. I tasted his potent seed and worked harder, sucking and licking around his tip as both my hands went to stroking him. I pumped his meat and he gasped, grabbing the wooded frame of the tent as he tensed and swelled, cock erupted and firing into my mouth an even bigger load than before as I swallowed down.

    I popped off, looking up with a smile, only for David to fall to his knees and swallow my cock. I was shocked and gasped, laying back and tensing up already as my cock was sucked for the first time all trip. I put a hand over my own mouth to silence my moans as I erupted into David’s mouth. He swallowed me, before coughing and coming off, my load rolling down my shaft as I laid back, oozing seed as David sat back on his ass, watching.

    Panting, I found my underwear and cleaned my cock, sitting up with a soft groan and seeing David sat on Alex’s empty cot, his underwear back on as he looked at me. I was wearing nothing but a tee shirt now, having slept without underwear or pants, and pulled a blanket over my lap.

    “Aiden.” David said, looking into my eyes from across the small tent. I blinked and raised a brow. “I have a crush on Alex’s dad…”

    I laughed. “Seriously?” I ask. David nods and blushes.

    “I saw him changing and fell in love.”

    “That’s lust, David.” I argue, making him pout and stand up.

    “Lust is what we just did, I love him.” He says, before stepping out the back of my tent again. I sighed sadly, shaking my head and laying back, trying to get some more rest, only for the leaders to start waking people up for breakfast.

                After breakfast, the remaining campers participated in games, David helping our troop win the sprint and Wilson winning the swimming race. After lunch and small awards ceremony, David, Wilson, and I walked back towards our camp ground. Passing another troop, a few boys called David over and he told me to go on ahead. I was now alone with Wilson, walking back to the empty camp ground. We walked in silence, until we stepped into the ring of tents and Wilson spoke up. “Come into my tent.” He says softly, looking down at me and making me blink. “Come, before the rest of the troop gets back.” He says, stepping into his own tent and holding the heavy flap for me. I swallowed and stepped inside.

    Wilson and Carlos were tenting together, and it was clear. Under one cot, clothes were shoved into a cracked open trunk and hanging out. I spotted a jockstrap. The other cot was organized with two small bags under the cot and nothing else. I looked up to Wilson, who shrugged.

    “So, why’d I come in here?” I ask, knowing the answer. Wilson smirked. He hadn’t changed since the swim race and was wearing a towel around his speedo and a hoodie over his bare torso. I licked my lips and watched as he slowly unzipped his jacket, revealing his toned, hairless chest and abs. I swallowed again, blinking and watching him strip it off, before he loosened the towel and let it fall in a pile at his feet, revealing not only his nudity, spare for the speedo, but his bare cock which was hard and poking out the side of his speedo pouch, looking full and swollen. My eyes widened.

    “You know why, buddy.” He says, in a soft voice.

    I knew why.

    Looking back up to his face, I stared into his eyes as I slide to my knees, coming to face his hardon, looking down at the big, veiny shaft and tip. Sliding his hands up his legs, I slowly cupped the base of his shaft and base, squeezing and tugging before stroking along his shaft. Wilson sighed and bit his lip. I looked up to watch react then look down at me. His hand went to my head, holding it firmly. I closed my eyes and leaned in, opening my mouth and licking at his tip before swallowing it whole and swallowing the copious precum.

    He pushed me down and I sucked down his meat, feeling a slight familiarity from sucking him clean only a few nights before. I was flushed and hard in my own shorts, groping myself once before returning to toying with his nuts. My other hand the entire time cup and rubbed his muscles, before going around to squeeze his ass cheek hard. Wilson let out a moan, before covering his mouth to muffle himself. His cock swelled and gushed more precum, pulsing hard and thickening. I continued to bob and suck, Wilson panting and holding my head before suddenly, a voice spoke up.

    “Wilson?!” It was one of the other members of his patrol. I froze, halfway on his cock as Wilson held me down and swallowed. He poked his head out of the closed flap, holding me still as my heart raced.

    “I’m changing, what?” He shouted out.

    I was terrified of being caught, but Wilson wouldn’t let me move. If I struggled, I would gag and reveal us, so I turned to stone, shaking slightly and losing track of his conversation outside. I shuddered, only for Wilson’s hand to release my head and hold it gently, his palm and fingers laying over my hair and not forcing me down, but instead encouraging me to stay. My shaking slowed, and I blushed, straining to look up. His body looked down, twisted to poke his head out casually. His cock was still throbbing, the adrenaline probably keeping him hot and horny as I couldn’t resist what I did next.

    My tongue swirled around his tip, teasing the head as I sucked once more, blushing and staying still and silent, but using my throat and tongue to work over Wilson’s cock. I heard him gasp and stammer. “S-shit, sorry. I stubbled my toe, sorry. Yeah, later. After dinner!” He shouted out. Fireworks went off in my mind as I teased him back after he seduced me into his tent. I slowed my sucking and licking, hearing Wilson finish his conversation and yanking his head back into the tent, looked wide-eyed at me. I looked up, his fat tip in my mouth, before I closed my eyes and sank down, struggling but taking almost his entire, long cock in my mouth. He gasped and grabbed my head, yanking me off as his other hand went to stroke himself hard before wordlessly erupting over my face.

    Wilson gasped and shook, stroking himself hard and milking himself onto my face before falling back onto his cot, dick still pulsing and oozing as he stopped stroking and just laid weak, panting. I blinked from what had happened, feeling his seed drooling down my face as I reached down and realized I had cum in my pants. I blushed and shuddered, reaching into my pants to confirm this, before blushing deeper. I realized Wilson didn’t know, and his cock looked so good as it pulsed, cummy and puffy.

    I leaned in and sucked him clean again, like the night a few days ago, he sighed deeply and pulsed in my mouth as I sucked him clean. I popped off and went to lick his balls and pubes clean, before sitting back on my knees. Wilson watched me before offering me a pair of underwear to clean myself. I wiped it over my face, feeling a musk remain that stung my nose and made my loins burns. I bit my lip and sat back, my cum soaked cock pulsing still as I looked back to Wilson.

    The older boy had put his meat away, looking down at me before standing and dressing in his pants and tee shirt. “Thanks, buddy. Maybe again tomorrow?” He says, his voice wavering between dominating and submissive. I swallowed again and smirked, his musk still under my nose as I nodded. He smiled again and hugged me. I blushed and hugged him back, squeezing tightly and feeling a warmth between us. He broke the hug after a moment and held the back flaps open for me to leave.

    During dinner, I overheard boys from other troops and my own muttering about being able to jerk off with their tentmate gone for the weekend. Even from my own troop, a few boys, a year younger than me, were muttering about the same idea. I eavesdropped and heard; a short boy named Bob considering staying up late to jerk off multiple times and a chubby boy named Curtis subtly bragging about his size, as most hung guys do whenever they can.

    Dinner was finished fast and as our smaller troop walked towards camp, everyone, even the remaining fathers, had a quickstep towards their tents as the sky turned purple.

    I felt lonely in my tent. Alex was talkative, and his endless chatting was good white noise. However, tonight, I silently stripped to my boxer briefs and turned off the light, laying down to listen to a few distant crickets by the river and the soft rustling of the wind through the trees. It felt peaceful, but empty.

    Suddenly, the back flap of my tent opened, causing me to sit upright, blanket falling from my chest, only to see David, stepping inside, wearing just his scout pants. I swallowed, eyeing his fit torso up and down, lingering on his hard nipples, defined abs, and the bush of pubes peeking out of his pants. It was dark, but the moon outside was bright enough to slightly illuminate the tent through the open flap.

    I stood up, facing my friend in my underwear, glancing down to see a fat tent where my growing cock was. I looked back to David. He was slightly shorter than me. He blinked and looked me up and down, before leaning in to whisper to me.

    “Tell no one about this.”

    Before he placed his hands on my hips and sank to his knees. I blushed, realizing what was happening, only for David to yank my underwear to my mid-thigh, freeing my growing cock and letting it swell to hardness. He looked up at me and grabbed my dick’s base, squeezing firmly before leaning in to lick my tip. I shuddered and sighed. David opened his lips, taking my tip into his mouth and starting to suck on it, tonguing over the sensitive skin and causing me to gasp, before covering my own mouth to hide my moans. I was sensitive, so often the one sucking, I was not used to getting head. So, after David and began to bob along my dick for less than a minute, I started to pant hard. “David…” I muttered. He knew what I meant.

    Pulling back, he stroked the base of my cock while sucking the head. I bit my hand to hide the moan as I came into his mouth, my friend swallowing down as I panted hard. After a long moment, he came off my cock but continued to idly stroke and look at it. I didn’t care, my mind buzzing in my post-orgasm.

    He stood up. I reached for his crotch, but he stopped my wrist. I blinked at his face before he smirked and winked, before turning and heading out of my tent. He closed the flap, leaving me nude in the dark with a dumb smile on my face.

    I woke up in the middle of the night, my bladder ready to burst. I stood up, my nudity from the events earlier leaving me shivering in the dark cold of night. I found sweat pants and a sweat shirt, before putting on my shoes too. I stepped out of the front of my tent, looking around to see no one in the dim moon light. It was dark enough to if someone say me from a distance, they would just see a faceless figure. I left our camp, headed to one of small communal toilets.

    When I stepped out, back into the cold, night air; I looked around to see a light coming from my own campsite. I couldn’t pin point it, but as I walked back and got closer, I saw it was shining from one of the adult leader’s tents. The tent of Wilson’s father. I hesitated, wondering why he was awake. Was he going to come outside to go to bathroom like I did. Was he… up doing something else? Curiosity got the best of me. I walked up, taking the softest, slowest steps I could, until I was right next to his tent. I leaned against the fabric of the tent and heard the unmistakable sound of masturbation.

    I felt my face flush, even in the cold air. I took another slow step, my heart racing as I listened to that gentle “fapping” sound of foreskin and precum clapping together. I licked my lips. Wilson’s father was a lawyer and fit the scout leader suit well. His body was fit like his son’s and, as I finally was able to peek inside, his cock was just as veiny with a matching mushroom tip. I gawked, jaw dropped. Wilson’s father had his phone out and headphones in, watching porn, his head towards me with his phone and that big cock fully exposed to me. I swallowed, seeing the tip shine with precum as he stroked and panted softly.

    I watched as he paused the porn. I froze, worried he’d noticed. However, he opened a camera app and began taking pictures of his big, hard cock. I watched in awe, loving just as much as he was the way it looked on camera. After a few pics, he messaged them to someone I couldn’t see, before starting to film a video. I knew what was coming. I held my breath, watching as he stroked faster, cock swelling before he gasped and held his breath too, just as white cum erupted out, firing over his abs and hitting his hand and phone. My jaw dropped as I watched, seeing him milk the remaining seed out of his shaft before stopping the video.

    Turning towards my tent and walking silently but faster than before, I knew when to take my leave. I knew that as I was getting to my tent, his father was probably taking out his headphone and cleaning up. I wished I could’ve been the one to clean him up. I rushed into my tent, closing the flaps and taking a huge breath. I think I didn’t breathe the entire way back to my tent. I sat down and took my shoes off. I felt my crotch and was not surprised to find my cock throbbing hard. I sighed and gave it a few strokes through my sweatpants, before laying on my stomach and going to bed again.

  • Until the Rain Stops

    I had the key in the door when I heard a sound. I turned to see the door to the stairway opening and the small woman from the desk stepping into the hallway. She looked over, blushing at the sight of my nudity, save for the towel, before she smiled and gave a wave. I smirked and waved back, going into my room but taking a moment to decide to leave the door cracked slightly.

    I turned on the lights and dropped my towel, walking nude through the room to grab my clothes and hang them by the vent, hoping they would dry by morning. I sat back, naked on the bed, just in time to see through the mirror the door opens slightly and a gentle face to look inside. Her face flushed as she saw my nudity and then my face looking back. She started to pull away when I stood up and started towards the door. She frozen and looked at me, her face inside my room looking at my full-frontal nudity with that gentle blush. But as I watched, she licked her lips, eyes glued to my crotch. I looked down and saw why. My cock was hard again, eager as always and now pulsing and twitch for us both to see.

    I looked back to her face, seeing her looking at me again, before I gesture for her to come in. She straightened up and came inside, closing the door behind her and leaving us in silence. She wore a short pink skirt and white polo shirt which she was twisting in her fists. She was still blushing and when I stepped towards her, she swallowed. “I feel… overdressed.” She says, shyly but clearly with awareness of her actions. I smiled back and took another step towards her, her eyes dragged down to my cock again, before back to my smirking face.

    I reached her, my hands finding her and gently holding them. I looked down into her eyes, before leaning in to kiss her softly, feeling her tongue pushing back as she groaned into the kiss. My hands led hers towards my hips, her soft skin hesitating before gripping me firmly. My hands went to the bottom of her shirt, starting to pull it up and over her head, tossing it aside and revealing a pink bra matching her skirt in hue. My hands went to hover over her breasts, before going to her hips and around her, stepping in just close enough for my hard cock head to poke her still covered crotch. She gasped softly, looking down and breaking the kiss before claiming my lips again when I undid her skirt and let it fall, now hanging from my cock head.

    I broke the kiss now, looking into her eyes as she looked back into mine. “Carla.” She said softly, before her hands slid along my shaft, making me shudder from the gentle touch, before pushing the skirt to the floor. She gripped my cock head and pushed it against her wet panties, both of us sighing as I felt her warm lips on my pulsing meat.

    “Aidan.” I replied, before reaching to push her panties off, my fingers pushing them down her hips before letting them off to expose her womanhood. I smirked, cock head grinding over that passage, smearing precum and her own fluids over both of our crotches. She took my cock and pushed it against her lips, needing me to squat slightly before we both groaned, her eager lips taking my cock and causing us both to look wide eyed at each other.

    I stepped back, turning and walking to the bed where I sat on the edge, watching as Carla stepped towards me, undoing her bra as she came and leaving herself as nude as I was. She squatted on the bed, holding my shoulders and straddling me, before slowly lowering herself, her pussy grinding on my cock head before I grabbed its base and aimed it up. Carla pushed down, moaning out before burying her face in my neck to muffle herself as she took my cock slow and deep. I moaned too, grabbing her ass cheeks firmly to support her as I released my cock and let her take control. She started to ride, panting and claiming my lips again as she ground over my crotch, taking me deeper and making me pant and moan too. She pushed me back, making me lay all the way back, both of us sighing hotly as she settled balls deep on my cock as I pushed my hips up into her. She slapped my chest and moaned, before starting to ride and bounce, her breasts bouncing as she moaned out, milking my shaft as I put my own hands behind my head, flexing and posing as she looked down, panting and shuddering on my shaft.

    “Aidan, I’m cumming…” she pants, before blushing and shoving herself down, taking my entire length as she gasps and shudders, her lips clenching and pulsing around my shaft as I smirk and pant with her. She leaned over and kissed me, closing her eyes and panting into my lips as we hugged, and she came. I shuffled higher on the bed, placing my bare feet on the surface before pushing into Carla. She moaned out and I began to fuck, feeling her sensitive lips clenching and twitching as she panted and rode back on my thrusts. I pushed up, bouncing her on my lap as she moaned out, back arching and head rolling back. I grabbed his hips firmly, yanking her down onto my thrusts, grunting as my cock slammed in deep and her passage clenched around my shaft. “Aidan, fuck me.” She said, panting and looking down through glazed eyes.

    I rolled us over, laying her on the bed and spreading her legs wide, exposing his crotch with my shaft still half buried inside. We both were panting as I laid over her, kissing her again as we closed our eyes and I began to rock our bodies together. My dick sank deeper and pulled back, tugging her lips before pushing back in. She gasped out and broke the kiss, leaving me to lean down and kiss her neck, sucking and nibbling the flesh as I thrust deeper and harder. My balls clapped against her body and my thighs against hers. I looked down and saw her eyes rolling back, her pussy clenching and I knew she was close again. I was close too.

    I wrapped my arms under her arms and grabbed her shoulders, pounding in deep and hard, biting her neck and receiving a loud moan in my head in response. She gasped out sharply and her walls clenched, milking my shaft and pushing me past my limits. I pulled out and ground along her crotch, just as I came, shooting my load over her sweaty stomach as I reclaimed her lips. We laid there for a while, hugging and kissing, my cock slowly relaxing as we ground for a while, before stopping and just laying our sweaty bodies together.

    “Care for a shower?” She asked, suddenly; making me raise a brow like earlier in the lobby. She chuckled. “It’s late, we can sneak into the women’s showers.” She suggests. I wasn’t one to argue, so I kissed her again and stood up, finding my towel and wrapping it around my waist. I found the spare towel and offered it to her as she stood, wrapping herself and smiling at me.

    “Lead the way.” I say, stepping up and sliding a hand under her towel to grope her ass, making her gasp but smirk. She turned and lead out the door. I grabbed my key and followed.

  • Vietnam Warriors and Beyond

    Breakfast with the Parents

    Outside the church Pastor Roberts met his flock trying to meet and greet all wishing them well for the days ahead as they departed for the parking area. Mr. Black told his son that he and his mother wanted to take him to breakfast, so the family might discuss plans for his future. Mrs. Hunter invited Mark and Kelley to go to breakfast with them before dropping the boys off at Mark’s apartment. Mark called out, “Boomer call me and let me know what’s up after breakfast.”

    “Will do.”

    Mark wondered if the pastor knew something sinful might be up among the group as he and Kelley walked away. The two families split up heading for their individual vehicles where each family could go separate ways to breakfast. At the restaurant everyone in the Hunter party enjoyed big breakfasts while discussing different issues. Mark’s mom asked, “Mark what do you think Boomer is going to do?”

    “Like what mom?”

    “Do you think he’s going to stay in the Army or get out?”

    “I really don’t know,” Mark said. “He’s got a few more months to do before he’s eligible for release…He’s been kind of tight lipped about his plans. One thing I do know for sure, whatever he decides, he’s gonna have to slow down on the drinking.”

    “So, Boomer has a drinking problem?” Mr. Hunter asked with look of concern.

    “I don’t know if it’s problem dad, but he’s goin through at least a fifth of vodka a day…Sometimes more.”

    “Oh my,” Mr. Hunter said. “Keep an eye on him son.”

    “I will.”

    “So, Kelley you’re attending Pepperdine?” Mr. Hunter asked.

    “Yes sir…My parent’s alma mater. Dad’s a professor and mom works in administration.”

    “So, what is your area of study?” Mr. Hunter asked. “Theology?”

    “No, not religious studies,” Kelley said. “At present undeclared, just trying to get prerequisites out of the way and figure things out.”

    “Good luck on whatever you decide for your major…We’ll be praying for you. I’m sure you’ll do well,” Mr. Hunter said.

    The waitress asked, “Can I get you all anything else.”

    Mr. Hunter asked for the bill. The group finished their coffee and prepared to leave. On the way to the car Kelley asked, “Can you drop me off at your place after you drop Mark off, so I can get my car?”

    “No problem,” Mr. Hunter said. “Do you want to get your car Mark?”

    “No. I’ll leave it in the garage, ride my bike to school.”

    Pulling up in front of Mark’s apartment complex Mark got out of the car, waved good-bye and began walking up the walkway to his apartment. Inside, Mark put on some music, while complaining to himself about the mess. He stripped down, hanging his uniform in the closet.

    Within minutes Mark’s apartment looked presentable. With music playing in the background a little before two his landline rang, Boomer, informing his old friend that he planned to spend the night at his parents after he attended the youth fellowship meeting. Shortly after Mark hung up, Kelley called, asking if he could come over. Mark invited the younger man over.

    A few minutes later a knock on the door. Mark answered the door to find Kelley standing in the doorway wearing rose-colored granny glasses, dressed in tattered jeans and tie-dye T-shirt with Birkenstocks on his feet. The threads he’d borrowed from Mark over his arm. Mark invited the hippie attired young man inside. Once inside, Mark wearing nothing but white boxers and T-shirt, invited Kelley to get comfortable. “Ya wanna listen to some other type music? Ya want coffee?”

    “Sure, always up for a good cup,” Kelley said kicking off his Birkenstocks.

    Of course, Mark had more on his mind than listening to music and drinking coffee. Both men took seats on opposite ends of the small grey couch where they began listening to some Righteous Brothers tunes while sipping coffee. Mark envisioned the three men romping in his bed that afternoon, but that couldn’t happen with Boomer a no show. Before long the men became engaged in conversation.

    The boys began chatting, their hands buried inside the crotch area of their pants, clearly playing with their junk. Mark wanted to know more about his new hippie friend sitting next to him. Kelley showing a different side than the boy he met at the party the day before as well as church and breakfast that morning. As they talked, they also eyed each other up with looks that said, I want more. After a few minutes Mark asked Kelley, “So when did you know?”

    “Know what?”

    “When did you become aware you might be queer?” Mark asked.

    “High school,” Kelley replied. “Freshman year, I met this boy in band class and realized we went to same church and attended same men’s youth fellowship. I’d just never noticed or befriended him before. I became impressed with how well he played the piano and organ among other musical instruments. Anyway, we somehow hit it off and became friends. Actually, within the first month we became more than friends…We became jack-off buddies…One thing led the other and by Christmas break we were givin each other sixty-nine blowjobs.”

    “Sounds about the same as how me and Boomer hit it off,” Mark said. “How’d you know I’d let you do what we did in my bedroom back at the party yesterday?”

    “Intuition I guess,” Kelley said. “When we exchanged looks with each other across the table down by the pool before we went upstairs you gave me that inviting look. Then when I moved next to you when your friend went with my dad and I started rubbing your leg with mine. I kinda knew.”

    “I’m kinda glad you accepted.”

    “During a few minutes of silence Mark fantasized once again about a threesome with Boomer and Kelley. While thinking about things Kelley asked, “So, you and Boomer queer too? A couple?”

    “Me, I guess I’m pretty much queer or maybe bisexual, at least for now, but not sure about Boomer…Maybe he’s just experimenting, testing the water…We’re not a couple, just best friends.”

    “I see,” Kelley said.

    “Yeah, for the time being I’m just enjoying having sex with guys. Nobody special…No commitment.”

    “Sounds like me,” Kelley said. “Since my boyfriend moved after the summer of high school graduation, I’ve been kind of lost…Afraid to approach another guy cause of my folks…Don’t want anyone to find out because of my dad.”

    “I understand…I won’t say anything,” Mark said, “So, Kelley you want to spend the night? Boomer’s staying over at his folks tonight. I’d like to hear more about you and your buddy from high school days and what you’ve done sexually thus far.”

    “I think I’d really enjoy hanging out with you all and getting to know you guys better, maybe a threesome,” Kelley said smiling.

    Mark thought, this young man, no novice when it came to sex with guys.

    “But what I’d really like to do is blow you again,” Kelley said interrupting Mark’s thoughts.

    “Tonight, it’s just gonna be you and me cause Boomer’s staying at his folks tonight after he attends youth fellowship at the church. Your dad wants him there, us too, I think.”

    “Cool,” Kelley said, all smiles. “So, we got time for a blowjob before youth fellowship”

    Kelley edged closer to Mark. Before long Kelley began caressing the older boy’s hardness buried beneath the fabric of his shorts, meanwhile Mark began running his fingers through the younger man’s blonde shoulder length hair. Slowly, Kelley’s hand began to move up the front of Mark’s body where he found hard nipples beneath the fabric of the white T-shirt. Mark groaned and squirmed. A groan that told Kelly go ahead.

    Mark continued groaning while Kelley continued playing with the hard nipple on Mark’s chest. With gentle affection Kelley leaned in to kiss Mark. The two began tongue dueling, making out intensely. Both men’s hands began roaming over the other’s bodies, caressing each other with passion. Kelley broke the loving embrace. The aspiring hippie took Mark’s hard nipple between his front teeth biting down on it ever so gently while Mark continued moaning and groaning louder, squirming under the younger man’s tender bite. Kelley continued stimulating Mark’s nipple.

    With hard nipple between his teeth he once again began tugging on Mark’s impressive hard cock. Suddenly, Mark cried out, “Oh, baby fuck me.”

    Kelley paid no attention to Mark’s plea. Pulling off Mark’s T-shirt he continued sucking and biting on the nearest nipple. In the meantime, Mark held Kelley’s head inhaling the fresh scent. He enjoyed smelling the young man’s hair while Kelley continued biting and sucking on his nipple. “Let’s take this into my bedroom,” Mark said.

    The two broke apart and got up. A smiling Mark took Kelley’s hand into his leading his new-found boyfriend into the bedroom. Once in the room they wasted no time undressing. Once undressed they gazed upon each other’s bodies before the two grabbed each other pulling each into another embrace. Their open mouths met, tongues began dueling, while their hard members met. Kelley pushed mark onto the bed where they began humping grinding their hard cocks into each other’s crotches as they continued making out. Mark, now sure, Kelley might be a little more experienced regarding sex than originally thought.

    “Let’s go shower,” Mark said breaking the embrace. “I enjoy shower foreplay.”

    “Cool, me too.”

    With Kelley in tow Mark began walking towards the bathroom. Once in the bathroom he turned the shower on. With the water at desired temperature the boys stepped into the tub, pulling the curtain closed behind them. They stood close, caressing each other as they soaped up. Kelley, slightly taller of the two moved behind Mark where he began soaping up Mark’s ass crack and fingering his rectal opening.

    Bodies soapy Kelley began to finger fuck Mark’s inviting soapy asshole. After a few seconds finger fucking the younger man began to press his hardness into the older man’s buttock while taking both hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He tenderly rolled, twisted and pulled on the hard nubs, listening to Mark moan and yelp. The older man began pushing his buttock back onto Kelly’s cock.

    “I want you…I want you to put it in,” Mark said.

    Standing behind Mark the younger man knew full well his new friend wanted it and Mark wanted that magnificent big cock buried in his ass. “Put it in,” Marked demanded.

    Kelley asked, “Do you want to do it here in the shower using soap?”

    “I don’t give a fuck, I just want you to fill my ass with that magnificent cock of yours.”

    Kelley proceeded to push his soapy cock into his friend’s ass. Mark letting out yelps of pain as the spongy cockhead attempted to breach Mark’s soap lubricated anal sphincter.

    “You okay man?” Kelley asked.

    Mark reassured Kelley, so with Mark bent over at the waist and hands planted on the surround Kelley continued pushing. Suddenly, the spongy cockhead popped into the chamber between the inner and outer muscle. Mark let out a final painful yelp. Kelley stopped pushing. Mark asked, “Don’t push your cock in farther.” The excruciating pain brought tears to Mark’s eye, but he wanted Kelley to fill his ass, bang his magic button and make him cum like a volcano.


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  • Hookup while Biking

    You know you’re getting old when you can remember the days before Grinder and Scruff when you had a dial-up modem and things like AOL chat and more importantly, gay.com chat rooms.

    It’s pushing 20 years ago now, but in my 20s I spent a lot of time entering various rooms on gay.com to find my next husband and most likely that is where the thrill of the flirt started with me.

    I had just been fired from a job as an editor and so was taking some time to re-discover myself. I got a part-time job at a local deli which allowed me to do things like Mt. Bike, tan in a speedo and climb mountains. All the important things in a young gay man’s life.

    I barely could pay the rent on a monthly basis, but it was a good time all things considered and I have to confess, I was a bit of a whore. Would leave the door open for tops to breed me (in those days I used condoms mostly), would get fucked in the back seat of cars, had a bareback bottom buddy who was married and loved me cumming in his ass an hour or two before his doctor husband would come home etc.

    Anyway, I had been chatting with an older muscle guy who said he liked to bike as well so as our first meet I suggested we go for a ride around the local reservoir which lately I had taken to doing speed runs around it to see how fast I could do the nearly 10mile loop.

    During our chats, it was no holds barred, he was a big dicked top and although a bit too much of a gym bunny for my tastes, he had a gorgeous body, huge arms and from what he said and showed me with the grainy webcam photos of the day, a really thick 8” cock.

    Because I biked and hiked a lot, I have to confess that I had a great bubble butt and legs that looked awesome so I made sure to put on some cargo shorts that were just tight enough to show the goods but still practical for our little biking adventure.

    I have never gotten into wearing spandex while biking but when I met him, he was right out of a magazine for what to wear if you’re a gay muscle guy with a big knob who wants attention. Tight spandex shorts, a biking jersey with some logo or something on it and the shorts did absolutely nothing to hide the outline of his cock.

    I was a bit more moderate in a tight t-shirt and my cargo shorts but off we went bantering away as we casually made our way to the reservoir.

    I remember how hot it was that day and as a result the bike path was really quiet as most people would be staying out of the heat but around the path we went and eventually go to the far end of the reservoir where the river flows into it and down onto the flats where it isn’t really marshy, but more tall grasses and trees.

    “Man, can we please take a break,” he asked laughing, I had forgotten than not everyone was a speed demon while going around the reservoir and so we pulled off the path and into the tall grasses. Again, there was literally no-one around on the paths that days and the sun was belting down.

    “Wanna catch some rays,” he asked.

    I shrugged approval and started to pull off my sticky t-shirt. Underneath my cargo shorts, even though I don’t like spandex shorts, I had worn a bright red speedo and so after unbuckling my shoes and dropping my shorts, I stood before this muscle god in nothing more than a speedo which got quite the smile from him.

    “Nice speedo” he chuckled has he tugged his jersey off and started to peel off his spandex.

    Now whereas I was being modest in wearing a speedo, he stripped completely naked and you could instantly tell that he either tanned in a salon or naked sunbathing was his thing because whereas I had some hot tan lines across my butt, he had none and his tan was 100% totally perfect in consistency.

    No matter, we arranged our clothing on the grasses and laid down to get some sun but obviously, getting a darker tan wasn’t the priority for either of us because as soon as we laid down, both of us were rubbing our dicks; me through the fabric of my speedo and he was jerking his fat dick in plain sight.

    Not that anyone could see us where we were. We’d more likely be seen by a black bear or something but even they were probably avoiding the heat that day.

    After a while of us showing off to each other, I decided I may as well join the naked fun so stripped off the speedo and crawled between his legs for some cock.

    Laying down I can remember how gorgeous his body was. Every muscle had definition and his dick was not the biggest but it was an impressive dick so I eagerly got it into my mouth and started to blow him with the sun tanning my now exposed backside.

    I slobbered on his knob for a long time enjoying the blowjob I was giving him and he seemed to be enjoying it as well because he put his hands behind his head and stared up into the sky hardly moving or even making a sound.

    He sat up on his elbows at one point and with one arm, started to stroke the back of my head while looking at me with a grin that betrayed my next position.

    Hardly a word was spoken, he started to move and as a result I let his dick pop out of my mouth. I stayed in the position I had been in which was basically on all fours and he stood up, walked around behind and got down on his knees.

    “Are you clean?” he asked as he stroked his cock.

    Before I could finish saying, “Yup, regularly tested,” he was spitting on my ass and fingering my hole.

    Now bike outfits aren’t the most accommodating in terms of storage so neither of us had a rubber, lube or poppers anyway but we both wanted it, so he started to push his fat knob against my pucker and slowly slid in me raw.

    My dick was achingly hard and I think it was because as I stayed on all fours with my dick dangling between my legs some of the grass was ticking the head of my cock.

    I don’t even remember the guy’s name but he fucked me nice and slow from behind for a long time and after a while I was using one arm to prop me up and the other to jerk my cock.

    “Oh god I’m gonna cum,” I shouted as he intensified his pumping.

    I couldn’t hold back any longer so blew a load all over the grass and seconds later he pulled out of my ass and jerked a messay load all over my sweaty now sunburnt back and ass cheeks (doesn’t take much for us blond haired guys to get a sun burn and I had only put sunscreen on the exposed parts).

    We caught our breath there in the grass and guzzled what water we had available.

    “You go on ahead,” he said, which was clearly his way of telling me, “fuck off kid, get lost.”

    Not that I cared, I got what I wanted, so got dressed, got back into my bike shoes and rode away for home.

    I had forgotten about the cum splatters all across my back though because when I got back to the apartment my roommate had just gotten home from work and made some comment like, “What happened to your shirt, did you get shit on by a pigeon?”

    “Probably,” I muttered, “You know me, I get in the zone when biking.”

    I never heard from the guy again which suits me fine and when I think about it, not sure I ever knew his name and oddly, we never even kissed…just a bike ride and a hot fuck in the woods.


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  • A Service Tech Goes The Extra Mile For The Judge and the Marine

    A Service Tech Goes The Extra Mile For The Judge and the Marine

    by BillyC [email protected]

    It was midafternoon, Friday, and my husband was at home, so I was thinking about hitting the gym early and then getting home to him early. His Honor is on voluntary furlough during the government shutdown . . . and he’s also recuperating from shoulder reconstruction, which has him in a sling for weeks on end — as he puts it, not the right kind of sling. He’s pretty stoic about it most of the time, but I know that not being able to  drive or workout, not being able to run, swim, bike or even fuck in all the positions he loves, all of those, though not necessarily in equal significance, were annoying him, to say the least.

    The text surprised me, as I was thinking about him right then, about maybe bailing on the gym myself to get home even earlier. 

    From Jim to me: the security guy propositioned me; says i look like i could use some extra-special service!

    Interesting! I thought. As I pondered my reply I punched up our home security system – the very system the technician was there to checkout due to some network alerts Thursday evening. I went to the entry cams and found the motion-annotated frames and saw that the tech who’d gone out to the house was one of the partners himself, an exceptionally hot – and expertly capable – man I’d served with at NATO.

    From me to Jim: You know Avi’s a hot as fuck stud — what are you waiting for?

    From Jim to me: who says i’m waiting?

    From me to Jim: You’re a great multitasker, but texting while fucking isn’t one of your greatest talents. The absence of typos is telling.

    From Jim to me: back on topic… i know this is a stupid question but would you mind if… i… dot-dot-dotted?

    I guffawed at the reference. Both of us rabid ABBA fans, the Mamma Mia! reference was such a thing between us, that my already stiffening cock — at the thought of my husband and the hot Israeli ex-Mossad officer — felt like an electric jolt from my roiling nuts shot the length of me . . . which was increasing quickly and painfully in my slacks.

    As I worked my personal Surface and navigated the private cam records of the interior my mind wandered to Avi. Tall for an Israeli, but that’s where the uncharacteristics ended. Dark hair, cropped short, five-o’clock shadow that looked more like permanent shadow, prominent but very becoming nose, piercing dark eyes, a build every bit as perfect as it was more than fifteen years before in Belgium, a bulge in his tight chinos that would command attention from straight men and a bubble butt that in itself could make my dick stiff. The images on the UHD recording and my memory of steamy, sweaty times with Avi back then had merged in my consciousness because he hadn’t changed a damn bit. I knew that, having seen him more than a few times as we redid the security at Jim’s house after I moved in, but having him offer assistance of a very personal nature to Jim had me focusing on the more appealing and savory aspects of my long-time friend.

    I forced myself to focus.

    From me to Jim: Not only would I not mind, I’d fucking love it. Boring afternoon after the excitement of earlier in the week. I know I don’t have to remind you to ask him to agree to FaceTiming me while you do it . . . 

    I watched the screen as Jimmy grinned and thumbed his iPhone, and I saw him call out something. The message came in as I watched Avi return to the study where Jimmy was sitting.

    From Jim to me: roger that!

    I saw Avi’s glance stray almost imperceptibly to directly into one of two the hidden cameras in the room as Jim stood and spoke close to him, the smirk that stokes my nuts in the most benign of circumstances playing on my husband’s model handsome face. Avi’s hand went to the tented crotch of Jim’s yoga pants – no judgments on the attire of the sidelined, recuperating guy! – and brushed along the length of him, his own visage alternating between a smirk and a grin. Then I saw his face light up, another less concealed glance at the camera and clearly an enthusiastic assent. I put some attention to Jim’s lips moving, and I read him saying, with his own lascivious grin, “Right here, right now.”

    As I watched, Jimmy punched in on his phone, and my phone came to life with a FaceTime. At the same time I’d just sent a message on my work keyboard to my assistant that I was not to be disturbed, and I watched my office doors soundlessly close as a result of his buttons for that purpose. 

    Avi’s grinning, handsome face appeared aside my husband’s – and I’ll admit for a moment I had a thought about what a handsome couple they would have made as opposed to my movie star handsome husband with me, an old, world weary Marine. “Wish you were here,” Avi mugged, in his thick accent. Jim chimed in. “Really, babe – wish you were here!” Avi tosseled Jim’s sun-bleached hair. “Yeah, BABE,” Avi singsonged. 

    My thoughts fractured into multiple threads, one of them being Jim’s hair almost translucent in the Hawaiian sun, where we’d just spend three weeks. Magnificent! “I’m right there with you, courtesy of Apple,” I replied lamely.

    As Avi was pulling his shirt off, Jim blew me a kiss too close to the phone camera, and he was walked to the fireplace and positioning the iPhone so that there was a view of both of the leather sofas facing eachother . I could see Avi’s progress in the frame – his chinos and boxer briefs being pushed down to expose his magnificent cut cock, heavy balls and neatly trimmed but thick coal black bush. For good measure, he bent over completely to get them off, exposing his hairy buttglobes and the hole I remembered as so very welcoming when we were both far from home all those years before. The scars visible through his pelt on his torso, left arm and right leg all reemphasized my recollection of our shared history. 

    Jim appeared back in the frame as I made myself comfortable and opened my slacks. My filthy jockstrap I’d chosen that day was stretched all out of proportion, my cock looking like it was wearing the pouch as a chapeau, and it was already wet through with my precum. I freed myself completely as I watched Jim drop his yoga pants and take a comfortable position on the sofa, legs splayed for Avi’s ease of access. 

    Avi took a moment and turned toward the iPhone. “ESH! EIZE SERET!” Neither my husband nor I speak Hebrew – I only knew it wasn’t Arabic and made the assumption that it was Avi’s native tongue. 

    Ah, Avi’s talented, hungry, demanding tongue. How many times had that tongue coaxed massive loads out of my swollen nuts back in NATO days? Fortunately Avi’s exclamation morphed to English as he turned his attention back to Jim, and his words registered and brought me back as well. 

    “I knew Billy is hung huge, but you two men are a matched set!” he said, settling himself on his knees between Jim’s, and he addressed Jim’s cock, not him, when he continued. “It has been too long since I have had a challenge like you,” he said, almost reverently, reaching out and hefting Jim’s heavy sac.

    I could almost feel Avi’s breath as he bent down and took Jimmy’s still barely floppy cock in his mouth as it flopped up when he’d grabbed his nuts. Jim reacted as one does when a mouth captures his knob — his head lolled back as his mouth first smiled. When he returned his attention to his cocksucker, he was grinning . . . and then looked directly over to the iPhone. “You told me you’d fucked him, but—” he told me. Then he gasped, and his head lolled again, as Avi’s head plunged face-first into his heather colored pubes. With a strained voice I recognized well as Jim attempting to keep his focus — or keep quiet — while either his cock, balls, nips, cunt or neck were in play, he finished. “But you didn’t tell me” “he was a master sword swallower!” 

    I chuckled at that. “Why would I have mentioned that when I have THE master cocksucker of all cocksuckers as my husband?? Enjoy!” And while I could see he was enjoying, as I wanted him to be, I admit to a pang of possessive jealousy as I watched my longtime friend and former brother in arms going at my husband’s cock with a gusto of pure lustful appreciation. “And Avi, for Chrissake, do justice to my Adonis of a husband!” I added.

    Avi momentarily removed the hand that had been on Jim’s muscular quads and gave me a thumbs up, then went back to his efforts. And Jimmy, apparently following my instruction carefully, moved both his hands from where his arms had been outstretched along the back of the sofa and took his cocksucker’s head in a good grip and began thrusting into him. “Yeah, take my husband’s cock, you fuckn cocksucking pig!” I encouraged – a bit too loud, for being in my office.

    Avi’s forearms were across Jim’s sturdy quads, with the purpose of steadying himself without holding on, and with the effect of spreading out his impressive back so that I could see — in profile only, sadly — his taut upper back musculature. Even at that angle, the sharp vector down to his very narrow waist was well-evidenced, and his world-class, hairy bubble butt jutting out was a thing of beauty. I wanted to see Jim fuck him within an inch of his life . . . wanted to hear the stream of Hebrew epithets he would spew as I remembered fucking him long, deep and hard. All in good time . . . 

    Jim was really skullfucking him, and Avi wasn’t shrinking from the assault. He was grunting and groaning, and his body was jolting. He was coughing, gagging and choking. But he wasn’t giving in to any reflex to back up or to try to minimize the rough use of his mouth. I could see he maintained his grip on Jim’s big, hairy nutsac, giving it admirable squeezes, yanks, twists and manipulations that I knew were stoking his load toward the boiling point. Oh, how I remembered cold days in wintry Brussels and that talented mouth and throat warming the core of me.

    For my own enjoyment, not yet certain if I was going to drop a wad or just work myself up through the viewing pleasure of my husband using one of the hottest bitches we know, I was rubbing my own nuts slowly and languidly. I was forcing myself to remain throttled . . . my cock steely hard and jutting out, substantial precum having already been emitted and puddling on my upper abs where I’d unbuttoned the expensive shirt I was wearing courtesy of my discerning husband’s great fashion sense. I wanted so badly to be the one working Jimmy’s nutsac, having long ago mastered the art of controlling his buildup to climax with just his sac and its venerable contents as a throttle. 

    As a matter of informational significance, Avi’s sac itself was pretty well filled and impressive . . . and hairy . . . and hung nice and low, as it did now, swinging invitingly between his wide-spread knees as Avi bobbed up and down the 10” length of him. As I continued to watch my husband throatfuck him, I remembered the first time I’d fucked Avi, and the reaction he had when I first took his nuts in a deathgrip and squeezed hard enough to make most men scream with pain. Not Avi, a trained killer at least equal to my level of toughness. No — Avi growled and snarled simultaneously, as he reached up and clamped his own strong, muscular hand around my throat and bored into my eyes with his, challengingly. We both increased our grips, our intensity of stares, and, most importantly, our fuck and fuckback velocity . . . and maintained that until I was near giving in . . . just before my climax erupted inside me with all the force of a planet destroying earthquake. It was so violent that I almost hadn’t felt him writhing and spasming, and his load splattering off my legs as I pumped out into him. Afterward, after another few rounds, when we were about to begin shivering to warm us from the winter cold after laying in sweat soaked sheets while we regained ourselves, Avi said, in what I would later learn was his very quirky humor, “Do not get any woman’s ideas when I tell you that I intend to do that — all of this — again . . . and again!” For two military officers, who’d already broken code by the mere acts, the suggestion of repeating was almost as antithetical as it was unavoidable . . . after the kind of fuck we’d just had. I couldn’t quite remember how or when or why we stopped . . . 

    “Where should I” “blow my nutt, babe?” Jim suddenly turned to the iPhone and breathlessly asked me. 

    My first instinct, stealing a glance at the Surface screen, which gave me a split view of the room, neither being the same angle as the iPhone, one of which was a dead on view of Avi’s hairy crack and often visible winking pucker, was to yell SEED HIM! because I wanted that hole stretched, sore, swollen and, most of all, full to sloppy and running with Jim’s heavy cumload. But I also didn’t want the action to be over too soon.

    “Just USE the bitch, babe, to YOUR maximum enjoyment!” I sputtered and for good measure I waived my cock at him in salute.

    “You’re gonna fuckn take my load — every fuckn gulp of it!” Jimmy growled to his cocksucker, still slamming himself into Avi’s face with sufficient force to give rise to worry for his nose and perhaps cranium. 

    I’d taught Jim that — to just FUCK . . . as hard and as fast and as deep as he wanted to, without worrying about what some bitch was comfortable with. When you’re the Alpha, the beta wants to be used . . . NEEDS to be USED! I’d taught him that by example, our first afternoon, when I’d warned him and then had followed-through with what he still says was the best fuck he’d had up until that point in his life. Not that he’d been a bitch often, actually — more often he’d been the Alpha. But I’d claimed him that day. I told him that if we started — WHEN we started — all possibility of tapping out was off the table until we were done with each other — that’s the way I fuck, and I wasn’t usually done with just one wad blown. 

    He’d obviously learned well, lo these six and a half years, and he was giving it to Avi so hard the security consultant’s muscles were roiling from the intensity of his effort to remain in position without being knocked backward across the room. His grunts and cries were louder and continuous, too, though they were clearly far from distress, well in the realm of bitch heaven!

    Suddenly I saw the signs I knew well. Jimmy’s beautiful musculature going rigid, his pubes ground into Avi’s face, his knuckles on the back of the bitch’s head white . . . and then the dam breaking and his head being thrown back with a long “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” and the muscles in his groin twitching as he began to blast his seed.

    Avi held position, but his body went progressively more rigid as he was held fast during Jim’s long pumpout, his left arm banging his hand on Jim’s thigh as the time drew out until he began to resist and to attempt to pull off, his face having passed bright red and going paler again. Jim finally let him go with a hard push that nearly set Avi reeling as he gasped and sucked in air – but the ex Mossad agent was as agile and nimble as he had been 20 years before and he held position on his knees, though bracing himself on Jim’s knees.

    “GIVE ME YOUR COCK!” Jim ordered.

    “NO, I’d rather–” Avi began to protest.

    “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DO AS HE ORDERED YOU TO DO, BITCH!” I barked, once again louder than I should have in my office.

    Avi’s body veritably snapped as he processed the command and did as he was told, jumping to attention in front of  Jim.  Jimmy was already leaning forward and grasping Avi’s veiny fuckrod as he straightened and jutted it forward. Jim was on it immediately, swallowing, slurping, diving balls deep, then slurping all over the engorged head.

    “I won’t– I can’t–” Avi struggled to get out before he blurted something in Hebrew I didn’t catch beyond guttural gasps, and then I heard Jim enthusiastically moaning and gulping as Avi’s body spasmed until he finally was fighting Jim off his overly sensitized cock and laughing as his slimy cock popped free and hung out and down, fat and dripping. I couldn’t remember ever seeing Avi laugh so hard. It softened his edges a bit . . . in a good way.

    “GUTE GOTT!” he exclaimed, when he was free of Jim’s very effective lips. I didn’t know if it was his accent or Hebrew, but I knew that meant the same either way  

    Jim was grinning and wiping his lips, but I could tell he hadn’t swallowed ALL of it. “Present your cunt to him!” I barked, with less volume than before. Avi didn’t hesitate and turned then bent over away from Jim. Jim was IN Avi’s hairy crack face first immediately, then Avi was moaning, and I knew that Jim’s tongue was opening him so that he could spit Avi’s own cum into his fuckhole as lube. 

    From my vantage points, I enjoyed seeing Avi’s tool, which had gone to half mast or below, reharden as Jim’s very talented tongue enjoyed the wonders of Avi’s cunt. How well I remembered his sweaty, tasty, tight —  even after taking my horsecock the better part of that winter — mancunt of his. “C’mon, we’ll have dinner later,” I joked to Jim. “Get to fucking the bitch!” I urged.

    Jimmy didn’t make me wait. “Condoms!” he snapped, not quite having committed to giving up the pleasures of Avi’s crack, his lips less than an inch from his hole as he did.

    “Don’t have ’em — PrEP.” Avi fired back. “Clean, too — insurance requirement, frequent tests. If you want to use one, I’m okay, though — you’ll have to use your own,” he added practically . . . and breathlessly. 

    Jim was standing suddenly, but instead of heading out of the room to where where we still had a strip from a prior playsession with a visiting bitch — Jesus, more than a year before! — he was moving Avi around so that he was bent over, hands on the back of the sofa, kicking the stud’s feet so they were planted in a wide stance in front of it, and he was in and behind him lining up head to hole. Good choice, Jimmy!

    “FUCK ME!” Avi’s voice was challenging more than inviting.

    And Jim did. A loud “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” from Avi as Jim SHOVED in. I enjoyed Avi’s muscles tensing and rippling as he took the pain and Jim’s assmuscles contracting with his strong thighs as he drove inside him, holding the bitch at the waist for purchase. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK that’s deep!” Avi grunted through panted breaths. 

    “Too deep for you, boy?” I taunted him.

    Avi gave a snort. “You just see what happens if he tries to fuck me any way BUT that deep!” he shot back. 

    Jim didn’t. He slammed into him, causing both of their taut bodies to ripple with each impact and causing Avi to try to stifle a cry as he had Jimmy’s BIG cockhead boring its way 10 1/4″ deep inside his guts with every stroke. Both their balls swung wildly — and very pleasingly — as Jim picked up the pace and pushed down on the bitch’s lower back to arch his ass up more.

    Two exemplary specimens of manhood. One mine — gloriously and totally mine — fucking into each other on the screens made me rethink my own slow simmer approach, and for a moment I thought about stroking one out. But honestly, the high of watching my husband fuck the daylights out of a stud — even if I wasn’t there to smell and taste their sweat and cum — was greater than any I could get from a climax of my own alone in my office. 

    At some point Jim manhandled Avi around to a library table, threw him onto his back on the edge of it, roughly remounted the bitch and fucked him with renewed vigor standing at the edge. Good thing that table was strong enough — i knew from careful testing! — I’d joked that if we were ever in that room when an incoming missile was approaching, we could get under that table and be assured of shelter. Because Jim was fucking Avi ferociously. I didn’t understand any of what Avi was shouting in his native language, but it was clearly appreciative.

    When Jim shoved Avi’s knees back to the bitch’s chest, stood on his tiptoes and began really DRIVING into his cunt, the noise, the grunts, the panting and the sweat flying all redoubled in intensity. If I’d so much as touched my cock I probably would have shot across the office as my husband fucked himself and Avi both up to their second nuttings. He’d had to bat Avi’s hand from Avi’s rockhard, straining, drooling cock twice and had ordered him to not touch himself the second time. Avi’s cock flapped and waved in erratic arcs in the air, precum flowing, sometimes dripping, sometimes splattering.

    “CUM FOR HIM, BITCH!” I found myself ordering into my phone. 

    Avi’s head snapped toward the iPhone and for just a split second looked confused. Then he began grinding his ass into Jim’s groin as he slammed into him, and within a moment — literally a moment — Avi’s head was banging against the redwood tabletop and he was gibbering while his cock spewed a very respectable spray of his jizz all over himself. 

    “OH FUCK YES!” Jimmy cried out and didn’t ask me that time where he should put his load. He just planted himself and then convulsed with every blast out into Avi, who moaned like the bitch he is as he took every bit. 

    Jim slumped over Avi, his cropped blond hair just touching Avi’s pecs for a moment after he’d finished. Avi lay lifeless except for the vigorous heaving of his chest as he caught his own breath. 

    I watched as Jim finally regained himself and stood, then slowly began to slide out of Avi’s cunt, giving me a full view of the length of him reappearing. ALWAYS a beautiful sight, I was aware again of how much my nuts ached for release . . . and how much I was going to enjoy doing that when I got home to my husband.

    Then, when Jim finally plopped free, accompanied by a gasp and curse from Avi, he said loud, so I knew he was addressing me, “I know you said we’d have dinner later, but I want a snack now,” and he grabbed Avi”s sweaty calves, threw his legs up and drove them back again and plunged his face into Avi’s slimy crack. Avi was moaning and writhing like a bitch again . . . and Jimmy was going at his cummy cunt again with more gusto than when he’d lubed him before the fuck. 

    Jim gave it an excellent go, and Avi was stroking his cock — again mostly hard after flagging — with a fervor that could have been damaging had a stroke gone wrong. When Jim suddenly pulled back and stood up, Avi cried out in a plaintiff, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, don’t stop! I’m nearly–“

    “You finish without me. Use your fingers if you want. I’m going to get one of my plugs to lend you. You’ll wear it until we tell you that you can take it out.”

    “I know you’ve got a third load, Avi . . . unless you’re not the man I remember, that is!” I taunted Avi.

    Avi planted his heels on the edge of the table and thrusted his groin up into his strokes as Jim left the room, having turned his head to gaze directly into my view from one of the room’s security cameras. He knew where every one was on our property — he’d designed the system with me — and I watched him change arms and stroke with his right now, so that I could see his muscles flex and the full length of his cock as he stroked.

    “You haven’t been fucked like that for a long time, have you, buddy?”

    A strangled, “NO!” was all Avi replied, the cords on his neck taut. He was close.

    “You didn’t expect to be fucked today, or if you did, not by a ten inch cock of the husband of one of your friends, did you?”

    Another, more strained, clipped “No!” His hand blurred on the camera it was jacking himself so fast.

    “And you fuckn needed it, didn’t you? You needed to be a REAL man’s bitch. To take a REAL man’s cock, didn’t you? You fuck lesser men, but you crave a true Alpha to use that well trained cunt, don’t you?” I continued nonstop.

    “NNNNNGGGGGGYes!” he finally got out. “I DO! You’re the only–“

    “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND CUM!” I growled.

    And he did. Just as Jim returned and licked one of his biggest buttplugs to get it wet, Avi’s strangled cries went silent for a moment while his entire body seized, and then he broke into convulsions and spasms as he pumped out his seed onto his hairy chest and neck and abs. It was, truly, a beautiful sight. And few men on the planet knew that Avi, this seemingly Alpha, type A stud, was really just a bitch that craved his own Alpha. Like Jimmy, when I met him. 

    We both watched the incredible sight of him pumping then coming down. I was about to quietly tell Jim to plug him when he did it before I could say it. Avi grunted and cursed something and then looked again at the camera he knew was there and said, “You plug him with THIS? It is like an aubergine.” 

    Jimmy and I both laughed. Jim is the one who said, “It’s Billy’s size, if you don’t remember. Think of us while you keep it in tonight and when you use it in the future, because we KNOW you will!”

    “Enjoyed it, men. And Jimmy?” Jim looked to the iPhone, and I had to shunt my gaze back there. “You’re welcome.” I blew him a kiss for good measure, then disconnected right as Jimmy’s face and extended tongue touched down on Avi’s sweat-soaked pelt to make use of that last load, before any more namby pamby afterglow and goodbyes. 

    I went into my private bathroom, my cock hard as a lead pipe, bobbing and swaying out my open slacks as I walked, having to hold my cupped palm under my drooling head. Again I considered rubbing one out. And again I thought NAH . . . about fifty times that my nuts threw up the suggestion as I stripped, showered, dried and redressed to resume the remainder of my workday. I was pretty proud of my self control!


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