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Egor is a handsome 24-year old Russian guy. Blonde, brown eyes, medium built – 1,7 m and 65 kg –, he keeps fit by going to the gym and taking long walks in the parks of Samara. The city is situated in the southeastern part of Russia, at the confluence of the Volga and Samara rivers. Across the Volga river are the Zhiguli Mountains after which the local beer is named: Zhigulyovskoye. 

Samara’s riverfront is considered one of the favourite recreation places both for local citizens and tourists. Egor acts as a guide during the Summer months, and sometimes as a lifeguard on the beach. The average temperature in July and August is around 25-26 degrees Celsius, but it can rise to over 30 or even 35 degrees. When Egor supervises the beach, he is often distracted by nude men sun bathing lusciously. This gives him a bulging crotch that he tries to hide with his towel.

At the end of his shift, Egor takes a shower and is always followed by well-endowed older men who nonchalantly exhibit their manhood. As soon as he is alone with an entrepreneurial man, Egor lets him soap his back and his butt. This immediately triggers a jolt that brings the man on his knees, eager to suck Egor’s long hard uncut dick. His chopper mushroom can be quite juicy.

Egor is attracted to men twice his age, even much older, but the ones he meets on the beach are always married and only interested in a quick sexual encounter. In 2012, Samara had seven gay clubs, but now there is only one very discreet venue opposite a row of garages. No signs of a nightclub, no queue, no music or crowds of smokers spilling out into the street. Not a place where Egor wants to go.

In recent years, Samara has been dubbed the most homophobic city in the country. It is not illegal to practice homosexuality in Russia, but promoting the gay lifestyle is a crime, and what constitutes promotion is at the discretion of the authorities. In this context, Egor has turned to an international gay online dating site called Man Nation. He easily hooked up with Michael, a Canadian writer who could be his grand-father, age wise. Egor believes that age is not the most important thing in a relationship.

Michael writes erotic short stories for Gay Demon, a Swedish porn site that attracts close to 50,000 visitors a day. He obviously sent a few of his texts to Egor, namely two based on correspondence he had with gay guys in Orenburg and St. Petersburg. The reply was immediate: “Thank you so much. I read your stories. That was great. I was very excited. And my dick became hard as a brick.” Egor went on to say that he loves to fuck a man and enjoys having his dick sucked. “But I also like to suck a man who cums in my mouth, wow!”

For a writer, this kind of comment is very rewarding. Michael remembers having sign a new gay novel, The Unloved, at a book fair for someone he had never met. The next day, this guy came back to say: “I read your novel in one night. I really identified with the main character. It made me feel proud to be gay.” Michael was obviously touched; he told his publisher that if he had written The Unloved just for this man, it was well worth it.

Egor and Michael communicate every other day by email and exchange photos. At first, it was family pictures, but Michael gradually convinced his Russian correspondent to send more intimate material. To give the tone, he emailed a pic of his cock and of his hairy ass hole. Egor adored it, writing back to say that he now dreams of sucking a Canadians cock and fucking the ass that goes with it. In Russia, the gay lifestyle is too often just a dream.

Through one of his stories entitled “The art of tongue dancing”, Michael initiated Egor to rimming, explaining that a tongue inside a guy’s anus can drive him wild. Unlike the head of your penis, he added, your anus rarely gets sore or over-sensitized from use. “I met some men who were so relaxed that I managed to work my entire tongue all the way inside, driving the quietest of them to yell out OH GOD! OH FUCK!”

In less than a month of exchanges, Michael crafted a short story just for Egor’s eyes and pleasure. In fact, that is not exactly true because “The power of words and dreams” is now available to thousands of readers, thanks to Gay Demon.

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  I’ll call my buddy Jim.  Jim and I have been friends for almost 20 years.  We met thru a group of mutual friends and his wife turns out had been friends with my wife since before I met him.  He is an avid hunter and fisher and I had only been hunting a couple of times and and avid fisher myself.

  At the time of this writing I’m now 50 and Jim is 9 years older, so 59.  He has a brother that is loaded with money and bought a large parcel of remote land for hunting and has a couple of great fishing holes on it.  A few of us had bought a couple of old used campers to put on the property for sleeping and shelter but the plumbing doesn’t work and we put in window units for ac and use small electric heaters in the winter.  Before that I had hunted with another guy that was an ass and the places he took us made it more of a chore than fun.

   I’ll put a little more of my history in another story as I had gay/bi experiences from pre-teen years until my early 20′.

  During most of our 20 year friendship Jim would gay bash if the subject ever came up.  A few times when it was just Jim and I at his brothers property would bring up sex during conversation usually about how our wives needed to be more into it.  I complained I didn’t get it enough and he complained he only got it 3 or 4 times a year.  He went on to say that his wife never had given him oral sex.  Now my wife doesn’t seem to mind if I catch her in a good mood and ask nicely.  And my wife and I do have sex more often, a lot more than Jim and his wife.

  Over the last 2 years Jim’s questions when our conversations turned to personal sex with our wives turned to how often do I get blow jobs, how often do we do it and so on. I would be honest with him and on average my wife and I may have sex 3 times a week with oral both ways once a week.  I could tell he seemed distraught over my answer.

  I mentioned that maybe he has to get her warmed up but he said that all that does is start an argument.  I was at a loss for words and trying to find the right words when he blurted out that he goes to rub&tugs often just to get someone else to jack him off.

  He said it’s not cheating if it’s just a hand job.  I don’t completely agree with that but did go to the same place just for the fun of it and did enjoy it.

  A couple of months ago we were at the property fishing and he breached the subject of if I thought the numbers were accurate as to 1 out of 4 males had tried male on male sex and that maybe half of men had curious or gay thoughts.  I told him I’m pretty sure as my graduating class had several gay/bi guys and that it made up at least 10% of my class and that didn’t include the ones that were closeted or just had curious thoughts. 

  Jim then asked me if I had ever had curious thoughts.  I didn’t want to be honest as much gay bashing as I had heard from him but had seen his cock as we shower under a water hose off to one side of the camp and his cock looked to be the same size as mine and cut.  But I also still have a lot of urges for male on male contact so I told him yes from time to time that I have had those thoughts.   He admitted he was somewhat curious too but didn’t ever think of acting on it.  He said he figured guys would give better head and his wife had never sucked him.  

  That evening as I was hosing off I had just soaped up and he joined me under the hose which surprised me.  When there are 4 or 5 of us there it is no big deal to stand near by and carry on a conversation while one is hosing off and maybe even hand them a beer or towel.  

  Anyway we kind of checked each other out without making a big deal of it.  Then he asked what my curiosities of gay/bi sex were and I stumbled a little bit with my words and answered I guess from time to time my thoughts had covered the entire range of what 2 guys could do.  He looked at me in shock and said he expected me to say something like what it would be like to have a guy jack me off.  

  We noticed that we were both starting to get erections and I decided to break the ice and see what would happen so I reached over and grabbed his cock and gave it a few gentle tugs that made him completely hard.  He laughed and said now that is gay as he reached over and did the same to me except I was already fully hard.

  We wrapped our towels around our waist and headed into our camper to finish drying off and escape the mosquitoes.  Once back in the camper drying off he said he wasn’t  sure he would ever be willing to do more than what we had just done.  When he reached for clean underwear I told him I would try to do for him what his wife never has and to my surprise he sat on the bed I sleep on and laid back with his boner sticking straight up.  I started giving him a hand job then proceeded to put his cock head in my mouth.  It had been many years since I had done this and it was just like I remembered it.  I was checking out his slit with my tongue, enjoying the texture of his shaft with my lips and trying to get it all the way in my mouth.   After sucking and bobbing up and down on him for about 5 minutes he shot his load and I swallowed it all.  I could tell he was shocked or in disbelief at what I had just done but said it felt great and thanked me.

  The next morning we were up early to make some repairs on a deer blind and he was making coffee in his underwear as normal and had morning wood.  I asked him if he needed help with it and I sucked him off again.  We were supposed to head home that afternoon but being only 2 hours from home we called our wives and told them we would be staying another night.

  We have been back twice since then and he is at ease with me  sucking him and I get him off each morning and evening.  Last weekend he surprised me by pushing me back and trying to suck me off.  With no experience if felt nice but he couldn’t get me off.

  Now we have been going once or twice a month instead of once every 2 months.  I can’t wait until we go back especially during deer season as we normally bunk in the same camper.

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Not A Virgin-Virgin

If he had been asked, Aidan would have had a hard time explaining why he was so keen on using Heathcliff Stone as JO material. It made him feel a bit ashamed. With so much gay porn to use for that particular purpose, singling out a guy who wasn’t even in that industry was sort of fucked up.

Aidan could not clearly explain to himself the attraction. He had never been into the muscled type, although Heathcliff wasn’t some bodybuilder, to begin with. But there was something in the man’s harmonious body that was easy on the eyes, and also made it difficult to keep from objectifying the guy and making him the main protagonist of some pretty X-rated fantasies.

The thing was Heathcliff had something unique. Aidan knew, and not only because he was trying to build a career in advertising for himself, that it wasn’t for nothing that so many people were following Heathcliff Stone on social media.

The fitness guru had charisma. When he talked, he was full of passion and genuinely interested in what he did. He was the kind of celebrity that didn’t seem to look down on his audience.

Aidan had been enthralled from the first time he had watched one of the man’s videos. The truth was Heathcliff’s advice worked. He was interested in making people do at least a little something to change their lifestyle for the better.

Of course, once Aidan had realized the guy on the screen was also making him hot under the collar, that had been a sort of revelation. Not that he hadn’t been well aware that he was gay. But because he had realized, that moment, what was his type.

The type Aidan knew would be so good for him, and yet so bad, at the same time. From that first eyes-to-screen contact, Aidan had been interested in learning more about the man. Discovering that Heathcliff was batting for the same team had made him feel stupidly happy. It was like he was suddenly some schoolgirl dreaming, wide-eyed, about having a real chance with some A-list celebrity.

Aidan had found the idea so ludicrous that he had been trying ever since to dismiss it. There was no real chance of meeting the guy, let alone getting involved with him in some way. Well, that had been before.

Because now, not only he had made Heathcliff’s acquaintance, but he was supposed to look after him some of his working hours on most days. Which made Aidan’s imaginary dilemma from before a pretty much real one.

He needed something to blame everything on. Maybe the fact that he was still a virgin. Well, not a virgin-virgin since he had traded handjobs and blowjobs with a few strangers in his life. But his experience was limited. Each time he had seemed to find the courage to go for the next step, something had happened, preventing him from doing so.

The other problem was that he was buried in work. He had a very clear plan in place that was supposed to take him to being paid six figures yearly before the age of 30. That meant that he needed to put in the hours and kiss the right behinds. The latter, he wasn’t crazy about. Plus, while he was a hard worker, it seemed like everyone just saw the proverbial willing donkey when looking at him.

And that landed him in his current position. Being the youngest in the department, the higher-ups had decided that he was perfect for looking after Heathcliff Stone and his shenanigans. In other words, his work at the office was not that important or indispensable. And that was going to put him through a lot of suffering, seeing who Heathcliff was and his prowess in bedroom affairs. At work, people weren’t aware of Aidan’s sexuality, and he hadn’t been keen on telling them. After all, office romance was frowned upon, regardless of form and sexual orientation, and it was no one’s damn business anyway what he was and what he wasn’t.

So, back to the current situation, Aidan was in a pretty bad place. But he planned to survive. Also, seeing that outside his fitness guru image, Heathcliff Stone was sort of an ass, that was definitely going to cure him of his little obsession.

What the hell was he thinking? Cure him? Now he had the image of the guy’s glorious cock imprinted on his cortex. And how the guy moved when fucking. All those details had stored themselves happily into the spank bank.

Damn, Aidan thought and winced. His dick had a mind of its own, and it wasn’t helping. No problem, he said to himself. He knew how to be the perfect professional. And he was going to keep a perfectly cool head while dealing with the guy.

Aidan clicked on the folder and went through the schedule he had eventually agreed upon with Heathcliff. Now he was at work, and he was not supposed to fantasize about a particularly scrumptious male specimen when he actually had to keep his mind in the game, as his boss often said.

“Aidan, the boss wants to see you.” One of his female coworkers peaked at him from above, looking down inside his cubicle.

He almost jumped.

“All right, thank you,” he murmured, and the woman gave him a half-frozen smile like she had been studying hard for it.

He took the physical folder with him since he knew their head of department liked to do things the old fashioned way.

“Come inside and sit down,” the man said the moment Aidan knocked, and half stepped into the guy’s office.

“Yes, sir.” Aidan sat gingerly across from the guy.

All the chairs in the room, except for the one on which the head of the department sat his important behind, were so low that Aidan, without being unusually tall, felt like he was trying to fit into a kindergarten chair.

For some reason, his boss was making him nervous. There was something about the guy that seemed to judge everything and everyone. He wore thick black-rimmed eyeglasses, and he could be anywhere between 40 and 55 years of age. Even that detail about him was making Aidan feel a bit odd. And the fact that the man seemed to have nothing particular about his physique. It was like someone had traced the persona of an average middle-aged, middle-class, man, and come up with this guy.

“How was your meeting with Heathcliff Stone?” the man asked sharply, linking his hands in front of his face and looking at Aidan over them while keeping half of his face hidden.

“Good, sir. We established a schedule and, starting this week, we will go through a few possibilities to see what works. The first photo shoot is today.”

“Excellent. Do you find him manageable? You know you must keep a close eye on the guy. He’s quite famous for his rather unsavory sexual trysts.”

Aidan knew a bit about Heathcliff Stone’s sex life. It wasn’t like he was some stalker. By merely picking any tabloid, one could get up to date with the guy’s adventures. Aidan especially recalled a particular night spent by the said celebrity exposing his talents as a dancer while showered in expensive champagne by two rather attractive and also obnoxiously rich celebrities. It had happened at a very posh and high-class establishment catering only to the most affluent clientele, and made quite the impression on Aidan.

Yes, Heathcliff Stone knew how to live his life to the fullest, but Aidan would not have called that unsavory. Glamorous? Yes. Exciting? Definitely. And maybe wild. But Aidan was sure Heathcliff would not do anything truly dangerous for him, or his sex partners. In his frenzied and bubbly lifestyle, the man still acted responsibly, as far as Aidan could tell. Otherwise, how the hell he managed to look so good and healthy day after day, in the videos he was sharing with the world? Also, while he was thankful for the tabloids carefully documenting Heathcliff’s sex life, Aidan was sure that it was, after all, no one’s business how the guy spent his free time.

“What’s your opinion on this guy, Spark? Do you think you can make him behave?”

Aidan kept his professional smile on, but he could feel his cheeks hurting.

“The deal is for him to be discreet, sir,” he said, his voice a little strained.

“Sure.” His boss nodded. “Of course, it would be great if there wasn’t anything for him to be discreet about. Keep him busy.”

“Um, sir?” Aidan blinked a few times. “I filled every free opening he had in his schedule for the week, but, otherwise …”

“Be proactive.” The man suddenly smacked the desk with both palms, making Aidan almost jump from his chair. “That’s the secret to climb the career ladder. And you want that, don’t you?”

“Of course, sir,” Aidan replied right away.

“I expect a lot from someone like you. The first steps you make in your career, they matter a lot. They shape up your future. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

“Yes, sir,” Aidan said again.

“All right. Dismissed. Make sure our most recent asset doesn’t make a fool of himself and our brand.”

“That’s my mission, sir,” Aidan said while standing up.

Had the man been in the army before marketing and advertising? Aidan almost felt compelled to salute before scampering off.

The secretary handed him a folder with details on the photo shoot. On his way out of the building, Aidan stole a look inside and read through rapidly. He felt the need to work his jaw a little. How was he supposed to achieve that and still keep it family-friendly?

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Heathcliff had spent a rather uneventful Sunday after the cutie who had just waltzed into his life had ordered him to rest and get his beauty sleep. Aidan had also left a stack of confidentiality agreements for him to use in case he wanted to get freaky. The size of that stack was making his heart fill with pride. It meant Aidan knew how busy he could get between the sheets. But, also, he had felt not so inclined to go cruising, seeing how he needed to have his bed partners sign before doing the horizontal dance. It didn’t seem like good foreplay strategy.

So, after the morning exercising routine, a shower, and doing some post-processing on a quick video on the workout of the day that he religiously proceeded to post on all his social media, Heathcliff was ready to meet the guy again. They were supposed to go to a photo shoot, and details were pending.

Not that he wasn’t good at taking things in stride. Part of his success stemmed from how adaptable he was. So he was going to flash the biggest, family-friendly smile he could manage while holding that protein shake they needed to be advertised. And he was going to bring home the dough. Easy as a breeze.

While the photo shoot caused no anticipation, meeting Aidan Spark again did. The young man was yummy. He also had such an air of innocence about him, despite his efforts to appear stiff upper lip. That was causing excitement all right.

Heathcliff wouldn’t have been interested if the guy had been true to his image or straight. But so far, Heathcliff’s gay-dar had proved to function flawlessly. On Saturday, when the guy had been around, Heathcliff had had plenty of time to read him.

Any straight dude walking on two gay guys going at it would have been at least a little put off. But Aidan Spark had stood there, watching him and Matt fucking, without as little as a blink. That was exhibit A.

Exhibit B was how utterly unflinching Aidan had been while standing next to Matt, and talking to him. Male nudity? He had no problems with it.

And the piece of resistance. Aidan Spark had seemed nervous only when Heathcliff had gotten close while wearing nothing at all. And those signs of arousal he had talked to the guy about? Oh, they had been there. Slightly parted lips, a small intake of breath, and a little coloring of the height of his cheeks. Heathcliff smiled to himself. He wasn’t leaving Aidan Spark indifferent at all.

It almost seemed a pity to mess with him. But Aidan Spark was on a mission to make him, Heathcliff, keep it in his pants. Well, then his mission was to make the guy have a hard time doing that for himself.

The short buzz let him know Aidan was dead on schedule like a Swiss watch. Heathcliff smiled to himself.

“It’s showtime, baby.” He winked at himself in the mirror.

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“How was your weekend?” Aidan asked perfunctorily seeing how for long minutes since they had climbed into his car they had been silent.

If he was going to make small conversation, he was going to be all right. And it was going to be easier to ignore how particularly handsome Heathcliff looked in casual slacks and a matching shirt that was hugging his body like it was in love with him.

He needed to keep his wits together.

“You’re pursing your lips again,” Heathcliff noticed.

Aidan’s hands flexed on the wheel. Great, the red light was going to prolong his torment for at least 90 seconds.

“I’m afraid it’s a habit,” he replied icily.

“So break it,” Heathcliff said with confidence.

All right, his charge was stepping on his toes. Why did it matter if he was pursing his lips or not?

“Why? Is it bothering you?” he shot at the guy, tapping a rhythm with his hands on the wheel, and begging with his eyes for the light to change.

“It has nothing to do with me,” Heathcliff replied matter-of-factly. “But it doesn’t make you look good.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter.” Aidan frowned. “I’m not the model, you are. I don’t have any reason to prevent wrinkles or whatever.”

“You’re also scrunching your nose when you’re irritated, and you want to hide something. That’s actually cute. What are you hiding?”

Aidan exhaled and stepped on it, as the light changed. Speaking to Heathcliff was like a one-sided conversation. The man seemed only interested in sending his point across and could not care less about what the other had to say. He was probably assertive or something like that.

So Aidan chose to ignore the question.

“Aren’t you supposed to keep me entertained?”

Aidan could swear the guy was drawling the words on purpose. He needed to focus. With one snappy move, he turned on the radio.

“Here. Be entertained,” he said.

His radio was set on the death metal station. Soon, the car was filled with a cacophony of sounds and unintelligible words. Well, for Heathcliff, that might have sounded like a cacophony, at least. Aidan loved it. It was just an outlet to vent off after spending the entire day like a little robot caught in the corporate automated hell.

“Sorry.” He began fiddling with the knob to catch something more adequate for his passenger.

Warm fingers were over his, and Aidan withdrew like touched by fire. His hands clasped firmly on the wheel, and he set his eyes up ahead. Heathcliff turned off the radio.

“Is that the music genre you prefer?” Heathcliff questioned.

“Why? Do you have something against that, too?” he said through his teeth.

He was supposed to keep a cool head. But he was acting like a stupid kid. His crush was next to him, and he was proving himself an inept in all possible ways.

“No. But it just goes to prove my theory that you are hiding something. Actually, if I were to say it correctly, you are hiding your entire true self.”

“All we need is a couch for me to lay on it,” Aidan said with a sigh. “Thank you, Mr. Therapist. Any other advice you have for me?”

“No. I do have a question for you, though. What’s with the cat and mouse game?”

“What do you mean?” Aidan could feel himself blushing.

“Is this how you treat all the business associates your company has to work with?”

Aidan froze. Of course, he was overstepping. No matter how eccentric Heathcliff Stone was, he was not supposed to lose his temper like that. He stole a small glance at his passenger. The man’s face was cut in granite, his eyes deadly serious.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I … I seriously apologize. You’re right, I …”

A hand was in his hair, tousling it around.

“Kid,” Heathcliff chuckled.

Aidan could feel his righteous indignation coming back up. But he exhaled and parked the car efficiently.

When he looked at Heathcliff again, the man was smiling. Oh, that. That was the thing that could sell protein shakes, and health drinks, and most probably anything else, from cleaning supplies to cryptocurrency.

His righteous indignation melted to a puddle.

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The photographer was busy snapping pictures from all angles while Heathcliff found it a bit annoying how he had to keep up a frozen smile all this time. Something wasn’t working; he could tell. His babysitter was mumbling, trying to get the photographer do something, both their faces scrunched up in thought. And what followed was a particular string of indications for Heathcliff to follow that made little to no sense.

“Let’s take a breather,” he said shortly, putting down the glass in his hand on a nearby table.

Someone had to take the reins, as the other two people involved seemed to struggle to reach an agreement. The photographer made a face like he wanted to protest, but one stern look from Heathcliff was enough to make the guy reconsider that.

“Regroup in 10,” The man agreed with a sigh.

Heathcliff gestured for Aidan to come close.

“So, are you going to let me in what I’m supposed to do, or are you going to keep that little folder all to yourself?” he questioned, pointing out at what Aidan was holding in his hand, as his life depended on it.

“Yes, I am going to keep it to myself,” Aidan said stubbornly.

“And why is that if I may ask?” Heathcliff said smoothly while getting dangerously close.

He knew well what personal space was and he was invading it right now. But Aidan Spark needed a bit of shaking up if they were going to work together.

Aidan took one step back and held the folder to his chest protectively.

“It’s all per need to know basis.” 

“For real?” Heathcliff laughed. “I’ve never heard of such a thing. Also, it appears that there is some miscommunication between you and the photographer. And seeing that I have already tried to keep a smile for half an hour, without looking like a psychopath, I’m starting to get a little annoyed. I did clear my schedule for you, you know.”

Aidan seemed to ponder over that, his face all a frown.

“Is it that difficult what you have in that little prep paper there?”

“Kind of,” Aidan admitted sheepishly.

“Then tell me about it. I can help.” Heathcliff said.

“No, it would sound …” Aidan trailed off.

“Come on,” Heathcliff insisted. “You guys want family-friendly. I can handle family-friendly. Is this t-shirt not okay?” He gestured toward his outfit. “Is there anything in how I look that doesn’t work? How about the posture?”

Aidan just shook his head repeatedly.

“All right, you have me a little frustrated here,” Heathcliff warned. “And I don’t plan on wasting my entire day, trying to figure out what you want.”

“I can’t just tell you,” Aidan said, blushing a little.

“How about you show me, then?” Heathcliff came up with an idea.

If Aidan was embarrassed, whatever he had to do had to involve something along the lines of showing off more of his body. With a smirk, he began to unbutton his shirt.

“Um, what are you doing?” Aidan mumbled.

“I suppose I need to change a little the angle for this little ad of yours.”

“You’re way too naked.” Aidan protested, putting his hands up and waving them both like he wanted nothing to do with whatever Heathcliff was proposing.

“Then dress me up how you like,” Heathcliff said with a wide grin.

That seemed to finally propel the corporate bunny into action. Aidan turned on his feet and went straight to the small wardrobe available for various photo shoots. After deliberating and browsing through the clothes neatly placed on hangers for a couple of minutes, Aidan came back with a light blue tank top.

Aidan offered the piece of clothing to Heathcliff. “Here.”

“Hmm,” Heathcliff said in a non-committal tone but picked up the tank top.

“And maybe change into some shorts?” Aidan added, rubbing his chin in thought.

Heathcliff waited patiently for Aidan to come back with the other piece to complete his outfit. He had no troubles acting with nonchalance as he opened the fly on his slacks. Aidan looked away, and Heathcliff smiled to himself. The bunny was so damn easy.

“Perfect.” Aidan nodded when Heathcliff was finally wholly dressed.

“Are you guys ready to take it from the top? Ah, that’s definitely better,” the photographer commented. “Showing off those guns, eh?”

The guy winked at Aidan, for some reason, which made Heathcliff a bit annoyed, for another, equally unknown reason.

“I think we would need something to make them pop even better,” the photographer added. “Let me get you something.”

He disappeared for a minute, only to return with a bottle of body oil. Heathcliff gestured for the photographer to throw it to him, but Aidan was quicker. The young man was looking critically at the label.

“How about something organic?” Aidan placed the bottle back into the photographer’s hand.

“You have to be kidding me,” the man scoffed.

“Please.” Aidan smiled charmingly, and the photographer scurried away, murmuring something under his breath.

“Why did you tell him that?” Heathcliff asked.

Aidan seemed a little surprised at the question.

“Well.” He shifted from one foot to the other. “I know you don’t approve of anything that’s too chemical based.”

“Oh, do you?” Heathcliff grinned. “Are you interested in me then?”

“Please.” Aidan rolled his eyes. “It’s my job. That’s all.”

“And what exactly is that job you’re talking about?” Heathcliff hovered close, well aware of the effect he had on the other.

“You know. To take care of you. To keep you … you know,” Aidan babbled.

“Happy? Ah, so you’re my slave, then?” Heathcliff chuckled.

“I beg your pardon? No! I’m definitely not your slave!” Aidan sputtered.

“Here it is. Natural formula, 99% of ingredients organic … Good enough?” The photographer interrupted them by walking back into the room.

“Sure thing,” Heathcliff said and took the bottle from the man’s hand.

Then he pushed it into Aidan’s right hand.

“Now get to work, slave,” Heathcliff said the last word in a low whisper.

Aidan exhaled. “Okay.”

Heathcliff watched as the guy proceeded to take off his jacket. And then as he turned to find a chair and put it there. His eyes traveled down the man’s back. Crispy white shirt. No wonder there.

Aidan Spark had a beautiful body, not overly muscular, and not skinny, either. Just right. He was filling his clothes nicely. But, Heathcliff rubbed his lips in thought, that was not the only thing going for him. As Aidan moved around, Heathcliff was fortunate enough to take in what definitely looked like a perfect butt, just the kind to star in a bubble gum commercial for adults. Clad in perfectly tailored pants, but still visible enough to make an impression. Heathcliff could feel his interest in the young man increasing by the second he was starting at that scrumptious ass.

“Let’s do this,” Aidan interrupted his train of thought.

Aidan rolled up his sleeves, and he began pouring oil into one palm.

“You know there might be personnel here that can do this instead,” Heathcliff said with satisfaction, as Aidan started to apply the body oil on his biceps.

The hazel, green speckled, eyes set on him without one moment of hesitation.

“Don’t forget you’re an asset to us, Mr. Stone.” Aidan’s lips twitched in amusement. “I could never allow anyone else to touch you.”

“Please, as I told you, call me Heathcliff. I’m not that kind of master,” Heathcliff said.

“Ah, it’s hard for me to do that. I told you,” Aidan guy mirrored his words, “that you’re nothing like a Heathcliff.”

“What can I tell you, man? My mom and her obsession for the Brontë sisters.” Heathcliff shrugged. “How about Heath then? I’m generous, as you can see.”

“Okay, since I see that you play the victim’s role in this, I might call you Heathcliff,” Aidan said with a small laugh.

“Good, good, it’s nice to see that we’re making headway.” Heathcliff smiled. “Hey, I think you missed a spot.”

It was nice to see Aidan standing up to him. It made even a boring photo shoot an exciting event.

“You are thoroughly oiled, master,” Aidan said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Damn,” Heathcliff whispered. “Are you into roleplay, perhaps?”

Aidan chose to play along. “A master shouldn’t be interested in his slave’s preferences regarding how he spends his free time.”

All this time, the young man’s hands were carefully spreading the oil on Heathcliff’s smooth skin. By the way those fingers moved while touching him, wrapping around each muscle, Heathcliff was sure the situation was as close to being an erotic massage as something like that could be.

Also, Aidan was so close that Heathcliff could freely inhale his scent. It was clear as day that Aidan Spark followed his hygiene routine to the letter. It was almost impossible to smell anything that was close of human nature. And Heathcliff was dying to know how the smell of clean sweat on Aidan’s skin would be like. Under those stiff clothes, Aidan had to be a twink. Or, if his assessment was right, and since the guy looked like he had a bit of meat on his bones, a twunk.

“You’re full of surprises, Spark,” Heathcliff laughed, getting a hold of himself.

“Spark? Call me Aidan, please,” Aidan replied.

“Hmm, as your master I should give you a new name, too.”

“I have a feeling I’m not going to like it.” Aidan continued to insist on spots as if he didn’t want to let go of Heathcliff’s arms just yet.

“Hmm, Sparky?”

Aidan removed his hands as if burned. “You’re so conceited, Stone.”

“Ah, so we’re back to last name basis?” Heathcliff joked.

“It might be the most suitable for our business relationship,” Aidan nodded.

Heathcliff laughed. “I thought we were in a master-slave relationship.”

“In your dreams,” Aidan snorted.

“Are you guys ready?” The photographer intervened.

“Almost,” Aidan replied. “Can you, um,” he addressed Heathcliff, “push your shorts a little lower?”

“What?” Heathcliff frowned just to see the young man blushing again.

“You know. Lower them on your hips a little.”

“I can’t. My hands are now all oily, thanks to you,” Heathcliff teased. “You’ll have to do it for me.”

For a second, Heathcliff thought that the guy was going to protest, but right away, without hesitation, Aidan wiped his hands on a tissue and then they were on his waist, fiddling with his shorts. It also looked like the guy’s cheeks were getting a big red, but his fingers remained steady, nonetheless.

“There.” Aidan took one step back and admired his masterpiece.

It had all happened way too quickly. Heathcliff had a mind to ask for more adjustments, but, by the way the photographer was checking his phone, they were probably late anyway.

He grabbed the glass from the table again.

“Yes, like this.” Aidan began to issue the indications, instead of the photographer who was only interested in shooting picture after picture, moving around. “Now, a bit from the side.”

Heathcliff followed the demands without a fuss. Now he was damn curious, though. And he was going to ask a question or two.

Half an hour later, when they were looking on a computer screen at the raw pics, his chance came.

“How is this supposed to be family-friendly?”

“Don’t you like it?” Aidan asked. “Families are also made of housewives who don’t mind putting their hubbies to work out and drink protein shakes if they’re going to look this good.” He explained.

“I see. A rather unexpected explanation, but I’ll take it.”

“So, what do you think of them?”

“Pretty damn sexy. I’m not particularly into self-loving, but I’d give myself the daily screw,” Heathcliff joked.

“So damn full of yourself.” Aidan shook his head.

“What? You jealous?” Heathcliff drawled the words. “By what I saw, you have nothing to worry about. You have plenty, and I really mean it, plenty, going for you.”

Aidan’s eyes narrowed to thin slits. He turned his head, to stare at Heathcliff. He was just a couple of inches shorter. Heathcliff liked how he could easily stare into Aidan’s eyes from so up close.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said.

“Oh, nothing, just the little secret you’re hiding in your pants,” Heathcliff continued to tease him.

The look on Aidan’s face was incredibly hilarious.

Aidan blushed. “It’s not little.”

“Oh, sorry. It’s just a manner of speaking. It’s not little at all. Actually, it’s pretty damn …”

“Wait, how can you tell?” Aidan questioned. “I mean, do you have X-ray vision or something?”

“Hmm, no, but it’s not like it’s not sticking out,” Heathcliff said. “I had a hard time tearing my eyes off of it.”

“Sticking out?” Aidan looked down on himself with a horrified shout.

For a second, Heathcliff was confused. Then he started laughing.

“Wait, what did you think I was talking about?” he asked, wiping a few tears from his eyes.

Aidan looked so guilty and adorable at the same time that Heathcliff wanted to smooch him on the spot.

“I was,” he leaned in and whispered into the guy’s ear, “talking about the treasure booty you have there, worthy of starring in ads for bubble gum.”

“Bubble what?” Aidan seemed thoroughly flustered.

“Hmm, don’t tell me you don’t know?” Heathcliff teased some more.

“Know what?” Aidan almost chocked this time around.

“That you have one of the most gorgeous and delicious asses I’ve ever seen in my life? Trust me; I know what I’m talking about.”

Aidan was so red now, even the tip of his ears was crimson.

“Are we done here?” Aidan said calmly, although it appeared that he was on the point of breaking down. “Please let me know if I can drop you somewhere. We should leave since we’ve taken plenty of the photographer’s day.”

Wow, points for at least trying, Heathcliff smirked. He would have this corporate bunny in the bag sooner than initially thought. And now Heathcliff was pretty sure he wanted to do more than just tease the guy.

Yeah, it was as fun as he had imagined, and even something on top of that.

TBC

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I hear the door lock and I open my eyes wide and try not to look behind me. I can feel the energy of a large man in the room while his feet make some loud bangs on the floor. It must be Danny. I hope it’s Danny.

The footsteps get closer and I see a hairy hand grab my phone next to my face. I stare forward while the man walks back behind me. My heart races and my pussy, still wet from Daddy’s spit, twitches with anticipation.

“Password?” asks a deep, brutish voice. My lips tremble as I answer him.

“0270.”

I hear the unlocking sound of my phone as I unsuccessfully try to calm my nerves. There’s a sound of a picture being taken. Then another one. And another one. Then I hear the sound of a belt being undone, the unzipping of some pants, and a light thud on the floor. I can hear him stroking his cock, taking long pulls of it to get it hard enough. He slaps my hole with it and I can tell that he is, in fact, hard enough.

“So your man tells me you need some fat dick in your cunt tonight, huh?” His voice makes my pussy open up on its own.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy. Now, while your man is gone, I’m your Daddy. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy. He’s got you trained pretty well. But your new Daddy has a big fat cock for your little cunt. Your man doesn’t think you’ve ever taken one so big. I believe him.”

He hands me my phone with the picture he just took pulled up. I see my ass but right where my crack and hole is, there’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life. Danny must’ve been 11 inches… My ex, Johnny, was about 10 inches and Danny looked so much bigger. His cock was about the same girth of a beer can and curved up at the end and had a little bit of foreskin that was pulled back to show off a bright pink tip. My jaw dropped and my pussy surrender to him.

“Think you can handle this cock, boy?”

“I-um-“, I stumbled, my whole body shaking.

“Don’t worry. Daddy’s breeding you either way.”

He grabbed the phone from my hands as I stared directly at the pillow in front of me, still in disbelief. His cock was massive. Absolutely massive. My hole is going to be put through some work. Danny grabs the bottle of lube and dribbles some on his cock, laughs, then dribbles some more. He knows he’s going to need to get that dick nice and wet to fit in my hole. He spits on my ass and fingers it in. I hear the beep of the phone recording a video and then I feel it.

My ass is met with intensely sharp pains. My back arches, my mouth open, and my hands grip the bed. I cry out that it hurts and all I get in response is a deep chuckle. My hole is stretched about twice as much as it was earlier that night. Right when I thought I was actually going to snap in half, Danny pulls out his enormous dick.

“Here, boy,” he hands me a full bottle of poppers. “You’re going to need these so your tight hole doesn’t shoot me out so quickly.”

I take a small hit of the poppers, breathing lightly through my nose.

“Oh, no,” Danny says, “You take a deep breath. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I put the poppers back to my nose and inhale deeply. The scent of the bottle is intoxicating and I can already feel my pussy opening up. I breathe in until I physically can’t anymore and hold it. And hold it. And hold it. Until Daddy eventually tells me to exhale. I do the same to the other side. Suddenly, my heart starts pounding, my head fills up with clouds, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My ass is pointed up into the air and I feel Danny’s massive dick slide all the way inside my hole. I let out a loud noise again, this time of pure pleasure.

I can feel his dick pushing and stretching inside my ass as if it’s about to come out of my mouth. He pushes in deep and pulls back until just his head is inside me and then he pushes all the way back in. He continues fucking me deep and slow to make sure my ass is elastic enough for him to pick up the pace. He wiggles my ass and gives me a good spank. The poppers begin to wear off and I’m brought back down to earth and the pain begins to deep in again.

“Daddy, can I please have some more poppers,” I beg.

Danny continues to play with my ass, pushing my limits, letting me rest, and then pushing back in.

“Please, Daddy,” I whine, “It hurts!”

Danny grabs a handful of my hair, pulls my head up, and shoves his giant cock all the way inside my pussy.

“You think you deserve more, boy?” he taunts me. This time he doesn’t pull back out. Instead he stays locked inside my ass that continues to stretch and rip.

“Please, Daddy,” tears form in my eyes. “I just want to loosen up for you.”

He pauses a moment, pushing further inside me. Then he grabs me the bottle and holds it up to my nose.

“Inhale.” I do as he says. “Hold… Exhale. Other nostril. Inhale… Hold… Exhale. Good boy. Now keep your head down.”

I throw my head down to the bed while the poppers are making my brain hum. Danny grabs me by the waist and starts immediately pounding my ass. His brut-like strength lets him push in and out of my hole incredibly fast, slapping against my ass with every thrust. My head would be slamming against the wooden headboard if it weren’t for the pillows in between. He was fucking me so hard, so deep, and so fast that I thought he was going to break me.

This time, the poppers didn’t wear off. Or maybe they did but something chemical in my brain kicked in that knew how much I needed his cock inside me. He was thrusting in and out while my whole body was on another dimension. My head felt light and fuzzy, my eyes couldn’t keep focus, and my pussy was beaming technicolor lights. I was in absolute heaven. The rhythm is perfect, the balance between pain and pleasure is incredible, and the feeling is unforgettable.

I almost forget that he is doing all of this while still holding the camera in his hand. That video must now be about 30 minutes long and he hasn’t stopped once. The amount of stamina he has is impeccable. My pussy is in a whole new world of immense pleasure.

“You want Daddy’s load, boy?” he grunts through winded breath.

“I— don’t— ever— want— you— to— stop—“ I try to say as he pounds my ass into next week.

“Greedy boy,” he laughs. “You can’t have everything.”

He slaps my ass and spits all over my back. I can feel it dripping down my side as he begins to go faster. Yes, faster. I have no idea how he has more energy or strength but he does. He starts fucking me so hard that my body is no longer moving. He’s just pushing me into the bed and slamming my ass too quick for it to bounce. I can feel the veins on his dick pulse and the tightness of his hands on my waist strengthening. He’s about to bust.

I try to push my ass up against him but the weight of his body and the force of his cock keep my pressed into the mattress. My face slammed into the bed makes it hard to breathe which makes me love this guy even more.

“You ready, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy! Please breed me!”

He pushes in deep, not stopping his rhythm, and grabs my waist tightly. His cock is pulsating inside my pussy until I hear him grunt loudly. My hole is immediately met with a hot liquid bursting from his cock. He’s moaning and letting out a deep howl as he fills my pussy with his cum. He doesn’t stop either. He continues pounding me even though it’s making him twitch and convulse. Eventually he slows down and comes to a stop. He pulls out of my hole quicker than expected and a huge stream of cum pours out onto the bed. My pussy relaxes and my body comes back to reality.

Danny wipes his cock of cum and lube and flicks it onto my back. He stops recording and throws the phone next to my head. He starts putting on his jeans but leaves his fat cock hanging out until it’s soft enough to fit in his pants. He walks over and grabs the Sharpie next to my head. He grabs my ass and puts two tally marks on the left cheek.

“Wait two?” I ask. “I thought you only came once.”

“Oh no, boy. There’s a couple hot loads in that pussy for ya. You were too tight to resist.”

I laughed and put my head back down on the pillow. I was exhausted. I thought he would be too but he looks like he could go to the gym right after, which he probably is, by the looks of that body.

“Good job, boy,” he grunted. “I’d like to breed that pussy again sometime. Tell your man I’ll be in contact. I’ll send the next guy up.”

The next guy?

Fuck.

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I had to move out of my home of the last ten years when the man I loved told me he didn’t love me anymore. I had expected us to one day marry. Instead of asking for my hand in marriage, he asked me to move out. No explanation why, just that he no longer loved me. Heart broke and wounded, I did.

I took my dignity and what meager belongings I had and moved into a quiet cookie cutter neighborhood in the suburbs. It was a far cry from the busy city life I had gotten used to, but it was what I could afford and the commute to work wasn’t that bad. It was a chance for me to start over again at thirty five.

I met my neighbors as I was moving in, young couples with children. They made the usual welcome to the neighborhood small talk before heading back into their homes to watch from their windows what the movers were unloading. None of them seemed like people I’d like to get to know better. Then I saw him across the street.

He was mowing his lawn, shirtless. He was tall and strong with muscles that came from hard work, not from the gym. His short brown hair was graying at the temples, but his thick chest hair was still as black as night. His skin was rusty brown from working out in the sun. When he caught me looking he gave me a friendly wave that sent chills down my spine.

I returned the friendly gesture before running inside to hide, fearful that if I stayed any longer he’d know I was lusting after him and come over and beat my ass. All I needed to do was alienate my neighbors before I even unpacked and end up going viral on social media in some front yard brawl.

I wasn’t a slouch in the body department. I did yoga and spin classes, but I’m more curvy thick than muscled thin. No matter how hard I work out, it just seemed to plump my butt even more. Eventually I just embraced my figure calling myself a sexy teddy bear. It just fit, especially since my name was Teddy.

After the movers had left, I had boxes everywhere. I didn’t have anyone to help me. My family lived far away and my friends were my ex’s friends. They chose him in the separation. I threw open the windows and opened the front door to air out any dust I might stir.

My first order of business was putting my bed together. It was brand new and lay in pieces in my bedroom to be. When it comes to things like this, I’m all thumbs. I even sucked at building blocks. I was pouring sweat, angry, frustrated and about to cry when I heard his gravelly voice.

“Do you need some help?” There he stood in the doorway, all hot and butch. From far away he was hot, up close I saw he was handsome with classic. All he needed was a tuxedo and he could be an older Cary Grant. “The front door was wide open.” He explained as I admired the salt and pepper stubble that decorated his jaw line.

It took me a moment to bring myself back to reality and realize this wasn’t porn and he wasn’t here to snake my pipes, so to speak. “No, I’m good.” I lied, refusing to let some hyper masculine man come to my rescue. “I can do it.” I raised my chin up at him in defiance. “Thank you though.”

The amused smirk that crept across his face made me tingle. “I see. Do you always use a butter knife as a screwdriver?” I unconsciously moved the butter knife behind me. “Listen, cupcake, you’re obviously need some help, why don’t I go grab my tools and some beer while you order us a pizza, preferably with lots of meat.”

He gave me a wink and I instantly relaxed. I didn’t even take offense to him calling me a cupcake. He left, shouting “Call Toni’s Pizza and tell them it’s for Mel, they know what I like.” We spent the next couple of hours, eating pizza, drinking beer and him putting things together for me. That was the beginning of our quite unusual friendship.

Mel was retired army and didn’t work anymore. He came over and fixed things for me, mowed my lawn and did any manly thing I needed. I, on the other hand, helped him with his housework and decorating. For a Gay man, he was bad at both. Eventually we just exchanged keys so we could come and go as we pleased.

More than once I would come into straighten up to bump into some trick he had just bedded. The man was a beast when it came to sex. I jokingly teased him about installing a now serving sign above his bed. He thought it was cute and did it. He said it was easier than carving notches in his headboard.

After a few months, he got on me to get back out there, even if it was a casual encounter. I was hesitant, but eventually agreed since he threaten to send random men to my front door looking to “pound my ass.” While I didn’t have the luxury of sleeping with men all hours of the day and night, I did do pretty well for myself, and it scratched that itch deep inside.

On the rare Friday or Saturday nights neither of us had “plans” we’d end up in one of our houses watching movies. We’d curl up on the couch together, him with his six pack and me my bottle of wine. We’d end up too drunk to walk home and crashing on the other’s couch. It was all second nature to us.

Then it changed. Quite by accident, or so we told ourselves. I was ragging on Mel about his taste in men. Yes, he did lots of different guys, but his preference was young skinny twinks. There was no denying it, especially when I could see the foot traffic in about of his house from my house.

“Admit it.” I said teasingly, wrapped in his strong arms as we ignored the movie. “You have to check the ID’s of half the men you fuck before you let them in the door.” The wine had me giggly. “They are so skinny, how do you not crush them? I bet you wouldn’t know what to do with a real man with curves.”

“Just because I’m not in every bear’s honey pot doesn’t mean I don’t roam the forest looking for otters, wolves, bears and pigs, Cupcake” His hand was draped across me, casually petting my chest. “Who the fuck came up with all these names for types of people? I need a chart to keep up.”

“They come up with them at the annual Gay Congress. If you read the newsletters you’d be up to date.” I teased. “Now quit changing the subject. You’d never do a man with real curves like me.” I smacked my thigh for emphasis. “At least not more than once before calling a twink to come over to pick your teeth with.”

“You sure about that, Cupcake?” I couldn’t believe after all this time he was still calling me Cupcake. “When I came over that first day I had every intention of seeing how flexible you were, but you were there trying to put your bed together with a butter knife and I was like fuck, I got to put this bed together so we can fuck.”

I looked up at him and saw the truth in his eyes. He leaned down. My lips parted. I could taste the stale beer on his breath as we shared our first kiss. I felt the scratch of his beard on my cheeks. I turned so I was lying in his arms, illuminated by the movie neither one of us was watching.

His hand moved up my shirt, across my smooth bear belly to my meaty pecs. He squeezed my right pec, then ran his finger in slow circles around my nipple. His thick tongue maneuvered in my mouth, tangling with mine. I could feel his arousal press into my back while my own stretched across my underwear.

I pulled back, regaining my senses for a moment. “What are we doing?” My voice was low and raspy. My lips were raw from his sandpaper scruff. Everything save my cock told me to stop this before it went too far. His finger continued its orbit of my nipple, filling my body with horny lust. “We’re just two friends having fun.” He answered with casual interest. “Just relax and let me get into your honey pot.”

I did. My hand reached up and fisted his hair, pulling him back into the kiss. His hand glided down body, across my belly causing sparks to dance across my skin. His hand slipped in the waistband of my pants and into my underwear. He slowly began stroking my cock. “I think we need to move to the bedroom.” Came his growl when he broke the kiss.

I didn’t need to be told twice. All common sense was out the window as we stripped and pounced on one another again. Our bodies intertwined, my hands roamed his strong hard body. He caressed my curves, appreciating the hard softness of my body. We weren’t making love, and this wasn’t just a fuck. It was some strange blend of the two.

He kissed along my neck, his scratchy scruff prickled causing pleasurable pain. Our cocks rubbed against one another, each hard with need and excitement of finally meeting one another. I rolled him onto his back, meeting gentle resistance. I latched on to his nipple, softly biting the raised nub.

He let out his signature growl. “That’s it, Cupcake, bite daddy’s nipple.” His hand ran through my hair. I teased, sucked and nibbled the nipple before giving the other the same treatment. “Fuck, daddy needs that hot mouth on his cock.” He guided my mouth to his thick long daddy dick. I took the fat cock into my mouth, his seven inch monster easily gobbled up in my experienced mouth.

“Damn, Cupcake, that mouth is silk.” Mel groaned with appreciation while I worked my tongue around him. Mel tasted of man and sex. I groaned around him as I sucked him down to the base, burying my face in his pubes before pulling back to lap at his tip once more. I was toying with him, letting him enjoy the feeling of my soft lips and strong tongue on his dick.

I was lost in the act, enjoying the feel of his stiffness as he breached my throat with every slide into my mouth. I tickled the underside of his shaft, teased his head and swallowed him deep, tasting the richness of his precum across my taste buds as I did so. I cupped his low hanging balls, feeling the heft in them. They were full and needed professional draining.

“Come sit on my face, Cupcake.” Came his deep voice, breaking me from my sexual trance. “I want to taste that ass I’ve been admiring all this time.” I pulled off his cock, sitting up on my knees. “Come on, let me get a little taste of those cakes before I frost them for you.” If I didn’t know him, I would have thought him a cocky bastard. His playful teasing kept this what it was, just fun.

“You think you can handle all this?” I slapped my ass, sending a ripple across my big ass. “I don’t think you’re ready for all this jelly.” I teased, remembering the words to the song. “I don’t think you’re ready for all this.” I waved my hand in front of my body in dramatic show. “I don’t think you can handle it.”

“Shut the fuck up, Cupcake and sit on my face.” He stuck his tongue out, flicking it. “I’ll show you what I can handle. Have a seat and strap in. Daddy’s driving.” He had a smug self-confident grin. “Come on, I’m tired of Twinkies, I want some cupcakes.” I groaned at his pun, but moved to straddle him, lowering my ample ass on his cocky mouth.

The feel of his scruff scratched my skin just right as he spread me open and took his first taste. “Fuck.” I arched into him, letting his tongue dive deeper into me. “You can have the cupcakes, I’m on an all meat diet.” I mused, lowering myself so that I could take his cock back into my mouth.

I sucked, he licked. With every swipe I felt myself relaxing till he was fucking me with his tongue. I felt him darting in, circling around and slobbering over my hole. I felt the pleasurable sharp sting of his hand slapping my ass, tensing me up then relaxing me a bit more for him. I could feel him tickling my insides with his strong soft dashes of his tongue.

I sucked hard on his cock, lavishing it with the tender care. I wasn’t sure what was better, the cock in my mouth or the tongue in my ass, but I didn’t have to choose because I had both. “I need to get in this ass, Cupcake.” Came the muffled moan from behind me. Before I could answer, Mel had me flipped over on my back, his cock dislodged from my hungry mouth. I looked up at him towering over me, my legs on either side of him.

“Get ready, I’m going in.” Before I could respond to his warning, my legs were on his shoulders and he had my knees pressed to my chest. His mouth smashed against mine, rich with the tangy flavor of my ass. His dick was rubbing against my crack, trying to find purchase in my sloppy wet hole.

I could feel his drooling cock wetting me as he humped me with deliberate intent. I was about to tell him to stick in already when the head caught and slipped in. I gasped into his mouth, feeling him stretch me as he slowly inched forward into me. His press into me was insistent and welcome.

“That honey pot is sweeter than I thought.” He sighed when he bottomed out. I was speechless at the feel of him buried deep into me. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He rotated his hips, sending shivers through me. “Fuck me, you feel good on my dick.” He toyed with me with a few short thrusts. “I’m going to enjoy this long and slow.”

I let out a sound of annoyance at his tiny jabs into me. “If you don’t fuck me now,” I warned, “I’ll clench up and pull your dick off.” He grinned wickedly, giving me two long thrust followed by one short one before resting in me. “Have you ever been mauled by a bear?” He silenced my threat with is lips on mine.

He began truly fucking me. He hit that spot in me just right, causing my cock to jump with each hard pound into me. I held him close, digging my nails into the strong muscles of his back. I whimpered into the kiss while he long dicked me then pounded me without mercy. My legs ached to stretch out, but my body demanded he didn’t stop.

Mel reared up, looking down on me. I saw the frenzy in him, the playfulness. He moved my legs off to one side, then continued thrusting into me. Our eyes locked. He watched me, watching how his cock in me made me feel so good. I saw the elation in his face as I took him with ease with each calculated thrust.

He moved to lay behind me, his cock never leaving the confines of my ass. He stretched one leg up for better access, his other arm slipping under me and around me chest to hold me close. “Stroke that dick for me.” He snarled in my ear. I felt the gentle bite of his teeth on my neck. My eyes rolled back in my head as I sucked on my lower lip.

I spat in my hand, took hold of my cock and stroked in time with Mel’s thrusts. He was hitting that spot perfectly, never missing it as he quickened his pace. I could feel the fire in me grow hotter and hotter. “I’m going to fucking cum.” I shouted, shutting my eyes as bolt after bolt shot forth, marking the bed.

“Fuck.” Mel groaned, feeling my body clench up around him. “Your ass is like a vice grip.” He continued slamming into me. “Oh, baby, you’re going to have my babies in a minute.” The warning came and then the hard pound into me with a thunderous cry. “Damn.” I could feel him filling me with his urgent need. He pulled me close to him, letting the last drops seep out of me. “Damn, that was what I needed.”

We laid there, me in his arms, panting in recovery. I turned my head and we kissed a friendly kiss. “You know this doesn’t mean I’m your bitch, right?” He squeezed me close with a laugh. “That was a just a momentary lapse in judgement.” He petted my chest. “Are you going to say something?”

“You talk too much, Cupcake.” His voice was a low purr against my skin. “I know this was just two friends getting off, now shut up and enjoy the afterglow.” I felt him soften slowly as he held me there, gradually slipping from me. It felt nice, him holding me like this, though I knew it wasn’t something we could do on a regular. “You awake, Cupcake?”

I finally had to ask, feeling emboldened by the act we had just done. “Yeah, I’m awake.” I turned to face him, a bright smug grin plastered across his face. “Why do you call me cupcake?” I ran my hand over his stubble face. “You’ve never called me Teddy, since the day we met. It’s always been Cupcake.”

He chuckled softly. “Do you really want to know?” I tweaked his nose in response. “Fine, no need to be abusive. I call you cupcake because cupcakes are plump and sweet, not something you can have every day, but like on a special occasion. They hit the spot just right.” He reached behind me and patted my ass. “If you know what I mean.”

That was the beginning of our casual play. We’d start out watching movies and drinking and end up hot and sweaty, spent from sex. It wasn’t a relationship, neither one of were fooled by that. We both slept with other people, but when we had that itch for each other, we scratched it. It lasted ten years before he finally up and moved down south to be near his grandchildren. We still keep in touch, sharing conquest, loves and our daily lives.

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My name is Omi. A familiar name was given to omegas who were destined to become fags. (which I did). In this world, werewolves are the apex life coexisting in it with humans. However, werewolf life is the dominant life, so they make the rules. We have a class system for a typical werewolf pack. The ranks of species go alpha, then beta, then omega. Humans are above omegas, just like everything else. This pack mentality causes betas to hate the omega and channel all for there sexual and mental frustrations. Alphas are much more demanding and generally focussing on humiliating the faggot omega. Faggot omegas are at the very very very bottom of omega food chains, so they are the most hart to come by but they are in high demand there are so many all men packs that need a faggot omega that some merge with co alphas as you will see in later in my story.
As a faggot omega, I was raised to fill my purpose to the men I would give my holes to. I trained to make my body as limber and flexible as it could be while also keeping a firm, toned body. My body would never rival my alpha and betas, but it was held in shape. For a faggot omega like me gets a pack I have to petition the council by doing my first public display ever. Out in the middle of the courtyard of the facility, I am kept. I displayed my naked body in doggy style for and a massive dildo in my ass. I stood out there for 4 hours being laughed at by other fellow faggot omegas which is the low of the low. They played with the dildo, my nipples, my balls, and dick. Some beta guards came over and played a game where they would fuck me with there nightsticks and then with their real dicks. Everyone watched, many took photos and sold them. Many others filmed it for the monthly allowed masturbation. It was later reported to alpha news where public displays get reported to.

Not only did I get fucked during my display, but I was also gangfucked by the rest of the omegas for getting accepted to my pack. They used me for five straight days, which is nothing.

As werewolf omegas do have some special abilities. Omegas are hard to kill and can really only be killed by a shot to the head. The second thing is that they are immune to all diseases, making them a big fan of cum dumping. Unlike betas and alphas, they don’t shapeshift put stay in there docile human bodies. They do share the mind with werewolves, which make them susceptible to persuasion and compliance.

My pack is the biggest pack with only one alpha but 106 betas. Five times the amount from the facility. They are the mountain brown wolf pack. They live in a forest near the city and are known to have crazy parties this pack has supplied the world with soldiers star football player, MMA fighters, and wrestlers the size as buses. The active beta gene made them strapping men. In the half moon for they are 7 and half feet tall and fool moon forms are about 10. The alpha is rumored to be 7 feet tall in human form, 9 feet tall in half moon, and 13 feet tall full moon form, his cock is a legend to be two feet long. The last omega went crazy taking it and became a public displayer shoving a 15 in dildo in his ass. All the beta dicks are about 9 to 13 inches some bigger. I was so nervous.
To officially become an omega, I had to prove my humility, obedience, will, and loyalty through a series of trials. Each one of them will be a month-long test that starts at a new moon. I will be naked for four months or more. My first test will be humility. It would be my first night in the pack, and it was also the start of a new lunar cycle, which means my trial starts tonight.When I first got to the property, I was driven to the edge of the estate. 

Once there, I was told to remove my clothes and handcuff my hands behind myself then find my way to the pack on my own with the only form of hope being the hooked buttplug that starts radically vibrating when I get closer to the pack. The buttplug also had a tail that looks like a wolf’s. It is shown to let the pack know that this is their trained faggot omega. I had been walking for hours until I finally got to the pack causing the buttplug to vibrate inside me violently. When I got there, ten to fifteen guys were waiting for me. They were the top betas. ” Look here, fellas! Our fucking bitch has arrived, and he is already walking bow-legged!” one said, causing the others to start catcalling me.  Another guy walked up to me, grabbed me by my full head of hair, and socked me in my torso, causing me to bend over and struggle to stay on my feet. 

Once there, the beta turned me around to give the other males an excellent view of my freshly tail asshole. Slowly he tugged it out by the end of the tail while also pulling it in every direction, making me quiver as he did. I tried to hold it in, but I let slip out an enormously loud moan which caused all the betas watching to laugh. “Damn this horny fag is loud! Going to need to beat that out of him! None of his uppers said he could make a sound!” a curly headed blonde said. “What do you guys think we should do to punish the fag!” A tall black haired guy asked the crowd.”Why don’t we fuck him with that buttplug and sock him his face every time he moans or quivers like a little bitch in heat.” a buzz cut brunette guy suggested. 

The crowd agreed, and they all huddled around me. The male held my head up as stuck the buttplug back in my hole already me moan. Right after I cried, I felt a blow to my cheek. Moan after moan led with strike after strike. Finally, I was able to stand still as they continued to coil my hole. Once they got too bored, they dragged me in by the tail into the camplike home. There were cabins in a large circle with the middle having things like picnic tables and swing sets, but they were in a layered formation leaving a trail in each layer. In the middle as a stage with a flagpole standing in the center. He walked me onto the stage and re-cuffed my hands, so they were over my head. He then forced me to my knees. “This right here is the cock sucking pole when you’re here, you will beg to suck cock.  

You NEED to suck cock! Anytime a Beta even gets near you, you will gravel to suck his dick! If you can’t see anyone around you will scream for more cock. Also, if you have a gag in your mouth, you will constantly desire cock in your mouth! DO YOU UNDERSTAND FAG!” He screamed into my face.”YES, MASTER!” I responded. “Good. Now let’s get you your first costumer now shall we? Hmm?”  He scanned the men walking around who were all mostly not paying attention. Some guys are watching from afar but not a lot. Then he found the perfect one. ” Hey Kenny!” he yelled, causing a male to turn around. He was an Adonis. He was Hawaiian, so he had dark skin, brown eyes, and black hair; His hair was wavy and long, and his jaw was divine; His body was perfect, and he had the most beautiful smile and the sexiest smirk. It was only now that I realized how stylish everyone dressed and how much hotter it made them look. Kenny walked up to the stage and laughed at my face making me grow red. “Is THIS our new fag? Guessed you already broke him in,” he said.  “Actually we saved his mouth for you!” he said while grabbing me by the beaten face and making me pucker up at Kenny. “What do we say fag?” he whispered in my ear. “Please let me suck your cock. You are so hot and better than a fag like me. I’m begging you! Please let me worship your cock!” I begged Kenny for the honor to suck his dick, which caused all the guys around me to laugh. “Damn he isn’t even an official member yet, and he is already addicted to our dicks.” Hows his mouth feel?” Kenny asked. 

The guy holding me forced my mouth open, “have a feel.” he said. Kenny bent over and started to finger fuck my mouth. He shoved his fingers in my mouth and began to plunge them down my throat, making me gag.  “Wet and smooth. Very fuckable!” Kenny announced which earned a small cheer. “And his hole?” Kenny asked. “Oh, we are saving this slut’s hole for the bonfire tonight.” the guy holding my face said. “Alright, fag I’ll throat fuck you. But only cause I’ve been holding a lot of load in for the past few weeks.” Kenny said. Kenny grabbed my head and forced it into his crotch. “sniff it bitch since you wanted it so bad!” he said. I started to smell him, and as soon as I began to, I became drunk off of his musk. My heightened senses tell me that he just came from the gym, and he didn’t shower but did change his clothes. Kenny then unzipped his pants and pulled out his bulging jockstrap and forced it in my face. 

This jockstrap was pure upper male musk. “I’ve been wearing this jock for two weeks just for you slut,” Kenny said. “Guys! Look! This freak fag’s hard!” It was true, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Kenny’s musk is drenched in his sweat of lust that it sends into full Omega Fag for him. I started to suck on the fabric just to get a taste of him. I rubbed my face into his crotch to get a wif of his pubes. The more I sucked on the bulge, the harder he got, and soon, his full cock snapped out and slapped me in the face. I went to suck his dick but, “Wait!” he snapped.”Not yet fag!” he told me like a dog. He then pulled out his phone like everyone else did and started recording me, “What is up Live! I just thought some of my loyal watchers would like to meet our new fag! ” he said while getting a different angle of me. “you might have already seen him on the previous live through hidden cameras that got every shot of his stroll here and from what I heard it was a mess. He started to cry when he couldn’t stop cumming from his vibrating tail. Pretty pathetic I do say so my self. 

Well, this fag is already addicted to my dick, what does the audience think? ” he waited for comments and got many in a few seconds.  “Listen to this! Someone commented and said ‘I know this guy! We went to high school together! Always knew he was a FAG!’ Hear that bitch? You already got some fans. By the looks of the life, it looks like your personal info just got leaked. Your old addresses, old icloud photos, and videos of your amateur days. Oooo and was this you first display video? Damn, we got a pro-Omega Faggot right here folks. And it’s your lucky day! The audience believes I should throat fuck you.” as soon as I opened my mouth and was met with his massive 11-inch dick was shoved in my mouth. Just the circumference of it made my jaw sore. It didn’t stop Kenny though forced his cock down my throat as fast as possible. 

Once he was entirely in, he stayed there. “let’s see this bitch go blue!” I was choking on it but could not take it out. I finally started turning blue and almost passed out until Kenny finally took his cock out.  “Damn you almost made a minute!” Kenny booed. “hey, get this,” he said, giving his phone to his friend. He then grabbed my head and rapidly forced it in and out of my throat. Now and again he would slap me with his dick, but for the next thirty minutes, he throat fuck me then makes me beg more for the camera. “Here comes the finally! Better no lose a single drop of this! This is all the dinner you get for tonight.” he then left only the tip in my mouth while it let out hot white wads in my mouth. “Well, that is it for this live! don’t forget to turn in for tonight for this fag’s latest act for us.” He ended the live, put away his dick and phone and left with a pat on the head and a kick to the balls. 

Next was the group of guys that stayed, the group of guys that walked me in, and any horny bystander. The time I got them all off, it was time for my first trial. I was blindfolded and taken from the dick sucking pole to the edge of the center and put a blindfold on me. My hands were tied in the front of my self and also to something else. A ball gag was used on my mouth so I couldn’t speak. Lastly, betas all wrote a new name for me. Most of them all said either fag or bitch with some extra words to it. The one with the most votes will be my new name no matter how obscene it is. By the smell and sound of what I was tied to had to be a horse. 

My guess was confirmed true when I heard a slap along with some galloping, which was followed by me who was hobbling from the sex toy still making my ass pulsate. As the horse and I made laps around the circle, the betas cheered and catcalled while taking pictures of the whole thing. I tried to hide my boner, but it was impossible to cover at the moment.  I heard a lot of laughter over my boner and even more of how small it is. Once the horse calmed down, they untied me from the horse and took off my blindfold. I was standing on the stage state of a hundred lit up phones all shining on me. I guess the horse was not the main event. 

On the stage was a large object that was covered by a sheet. Next to me was a guy in jeans that made his ass look plump and a button up shirt that was open a little at the top. ” Hello to our live viewers at home or on the go we are back with the extraordinary event broadcast of our omega trial of humiliation! We are here with our new fag that wants to be our omega. Now when coming up with this trial, we took a lot of things into consideration but decided on three acts, one of them being the walk of shame you just did. But now we are going to make it easy with a game of Simon Says! With a twist. 

What we are going to do is put a shock collar on you and if you do something that Simon doesn’t say than you will get shocked. Now or order is going to come from the lovely audience so Alphas at home if you want this fag to do something just comment on the video!” Seconds passed, but the request came fast.”Let’s began fag.” the announcer said. “Simon says to show the audience your hole! Rip that fucking tail out.” I turned my ass to the crowd and went to pull it out, but the announcer beat me to it. He grabbed the and yanked it out, causing a popping noise. Okay fag, Simon says finger your hole. I reached back and slid one in and then. I then began to pull my shaft apart so people could see my gaping and slick asshole. “Simon said FREEZE,” the host said, and I was frozen there with a gaping hole to the audience. “Simon says to face the audience. ” I do as I’m told. ” Simon says, jack off while you tug on your balls.” I do so, I start stroking my small penis and the pointing and laughter that followed only made me harder.

I stood there and jerked off for five minutes, and right as I felt like I was about to cum and started to moan very loud. “Simon Says come in your mouth,” he said last minute. I had no choice. I fell to my back and stuck my hips overhead, so my dick was above my mouth. Right as I came to my load landed straight into my mouth, and the crowd cheered. “Now that was impressive for a fag. But know we will move into the most intense part of this trial. This was a homemade creation from some ancient and current sources, here it is, THE BAREBACK BULL.” Pulling off the sheet revealed a mechanical bull with straps for my hands and feet and a massive dildo on the saddle that was also a fucking device. To large men dragged me over to and strapped me in entirely on the dildo that would fuck while the bull is on and while it is spinning. They put the gag in my mouth and started the machine. The dildo plunged itself far and to my ass while I was thrown onto it, causing it to smash my prostate with mighty force. This made me scream and tried to beg for them to take me off, but all they did was watch and laugh. From the humiliation and abuse my hole is going through, I started to cum violently all over my self. It went on for a full hour. For a little extra something for the guest, they kept me seated on the bull in a position that caused me to slide further on the dildo. It pushed through my “second hole” causing me to convulse in euphoria but not being able to cum because there wasn’t any cum left to shoot. Once everyone left, I was removed from the bull and forced to crawl to the building they did laundry in. Outside on the porch was a  that was filled with filly jockstraps, boxers, briefs and thongs along with cum rags. Turns out this is where I sleep.

On my first night I was forced to sleep naked on the steps of the alphas tall tent. the tore all my clothes as soon as i got here and was told i would live naked now unless told otherwise. The night my trial started I was roughly washed and douched. luckily omegas have natural lubricants. the pack met in the center of the village sized home. leaving a lot of room in the middle for some reason. I later figured out why. the first thing they did was write words like faggot and omega slut, pack hole. man hole. once i was looking shameless they strapped a a gas mask to my face that did cover the eyes and it was funneling in poppers. I became lightheaded and warm and my ass became loose. I started leaking cum when they shoved a large vibrating dildo up my ass. they bound my hands together and tied me to a horse so i could follow behind it on foot. they then smacked the horse on the as cousing it to lunge forward with me behind it. It ran me out to the middle and all the betas laughed and cheered while also yelling obscenities about me. the constant vibration and humilaition filled me with so much pleasure that my hole and dick were dripping. an act mocked. the crowed had so much fun with my display I had to do it for two hours. they then replaced the sattle with on with that had a ten in auto fucker one it. all these men watched laughed and cheered as i rode that horse while getting my ass pound ruthlessly dripping everywhere. they got food and thew it at me. this went on four three hours. by the time it was over i couldn’t walk.

The events of this story are true.  I did this just the other day and figured it wrote it into a story

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I woke up on morning after my hubby went to work.  We are in an open relationship and it worked well for us. Well for him anyway.  I could never or should I say rarely was able to find a guy to fuck around with.  So I just chatted with guys, traded pics.  But to get off, it was reading gay erotica and watching porn and my right hand.  It worked, but I needed to get royally fucked.  When I tried to find someone, nothing, usually when I have up, and wasn’t looking,  that’s when guys were free to play around.  Today was just that day, I gave up trying and still nothing.  So I decided to watch some porn and stroke one out.  I found a video of this hot guy with a nice big fat uncut cock plowing a nice ass.  Fantasizing that the guy getting fucked was me, it was making my desire to get fucked worse.  I needed something deep in my ass.  I got up and went into my shower and grabbed one of my dildos.  I think it was molded from an actual guy and it’s one of those that’s soft to the touch, the outer layer has some squeeze to it and it’s got natural veins on it, not those over done veins, and a nice foreskin pulled back.  If I could only find a guy with this kind of cock as a regular buddy, that would be awesome.

Anyway, I grabbed my line and towel and went back to bed.  Propped up the iPad and laid out the towel, to keep the sheets clean.  I laid down on the bed, started up the video again.  I loved watching the tops bare uncut cock slowly slide into the guys hole.  I grabbed the dildo that I named Paul after a guy I went to school with that was good looking, hung and uncut.

I squirted some lube on my fingers and then lubed up my hole.  Then a few squirts on Paul’s cock and spread it all over.  I positioned the tip of his cock right at my hole and started to tease myself.

‘That’s it Paul, get that big uncut cock in my ass, fuck me good. ‘ I thought to myself. I used the heel of my foot to keep the dildo from moving away from me. 

‘Come on Paul, fuck me, give me that virgin cock, fuck me !’ The head slowly entered my ass.

‘That’s is straight boy, fuck me, get that big cock deep inside me and fuck me good’ I said as I watched the two  guys fucked in the video.  The dildo slowly made its way past the first right of muscle and then past the second ring.  Paul has the head inside me.  Then I slowly sank the rest of it in my hole.

‘That’s it Paul, get it all inside me, as deep as you can.’  Then I felt his balls touching my ass.  He was deep inside me.  I raised my ass up and down fucking myself on his fat uncut cock.  

‘Oh fuck Paul, that feels so fucking good.  Oh fuck yes !!’  It really did feel so good to have even a fat dido in my ass.  If it was only really Paul, fucking me, shooting his load in me, but that was my fantasy man, the dildo would have to work for now.

I reached down to my ass to see how much of his cock wasn’t inside me, maybe an inch or so.  As his cock pulled out, I slowly turned it around that it would be like he’s fucking me from behind.  Then I slid it back in.  Slowly sliding deeper in my ass til the big balls we against mine.  I felt down to my hole again and he was balls deep in my hole, all seven fat inches.  It’s been months since I was this full of cock.

I started to raise my ass up and down, fucking myself with Paul’s cock.  My own cock rock hard, wanting to shoot right then.  But I didn’t want to shoot so soon,  I looked at the video and the top was laying down and the bottom was bouncing up and down on the guys cock.  Fuck, that’s what I needed.  I looked at my nightstand and thought, it’s the perfect height.

I got up off the bed, Paul still inside me and I turned my back to the nightstand and sat on the corner, locking the suction cup of the dildo onto the top of the stand.  It was the perfect height.  Hearing the video of the guys fucking, thinking of the real Paul, I slid up and down on the dildo.  Up and down, faster and faster.  Fuck it felt so good, this cock fucking me, fast slow, deep, just the head, all the way in.  My cock bouncing up and down, Paul’s cock fucking me.  

In my mind, Paul’s cock getting harder and harder, his balls tightening up, and then I ram down on his seven inch cock, and his load starts to shoot deep me.  

‘Oh fuck yes Paul, dump that load in my ass, breed me, make me yours.’  And then a few strokes of my own cock and I start shooting my load, catching it in my hand, Thick creamy hot cum.  The palm of my hand is covered in cum, I raise my hand to my mouth and lick it all up, imagining it being someone else’s cum and I swallow it all down.

I relax a little from being so well fucked, I slowly get up off the dildo and feel the head pop thru my ass.  I felt empty and wanting it back inside me. Instead I went and took a nice hot shower and cleaning Paul up and making sure he was ready to go for the next time.  If I only had a buddy to make this real.

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Dave:  Hey, come on in.

Reid:   (narrator) Thanks.

Dave:  Based on our chat, I didn’t know if you would actually show.

Reid:   Yeah, I’m a little nervous. But you seem like a nice guy, and I really want to try this.

Dave:  Don’t worry. The key is going slow, an we’ve both got all afternoon. Can I offer you something to drink? Maybe something to calm the nerves?

Reid:   I’m not that into day drinking. But yeah, a drink sounds perfect.

Dave:  I’ve got beer, wine, a full bar. Just name your poison.

Reid:   Red wine would be good. I’m not sure a carbonated drink would be a good idea.

Dave:  Coming right up.

Dave went into what looked like a large, walk-in pantry and emerged with a bottle of red wine. With casual aplomb, he gently removed the cork, pulled a couple of wine glasses from an upper cabinet, and poured two rather generous servings of wine. He motioned to the couch.

Dave:  I remember my first time. I wasn’t scared so much as just nervous. Could I manage it? Would it hurt? Would I enjoy it? Would my cleansing routine prove to be sufficient? Here’s the key. Just relax and let whatever happens just happen. I’m going to cheer you on, but I am in no way going to pressure you. If it turns out to not be your thing, no harm, no foul. OK?

Reid:   Yep. That list sounds familiar. It’s just, I’ve seen it so much in porn, and it fucking turns me on. I guess it’s a trust issue, and I want somebody who is willing to be patient with me. You’re the first person I’ve chatted with online that didn’t fall into the wham-bam, now get out of my house category. Maybe, it’s that you are older.

Dave:  A certain patience comes with age. Plus, I’ve broken in a couple of young men before. So, I hardly have pro status, but it ain’t my first rodeo either.

Reid:   How did it work out with them?

Dave:  Fifty fifty. One loved it, and he keeps calling for more. The other cried, left in embarrassment, and I’ve never heard from him again.

Reid:   Whew! Well, I sure hope I fare better than that.

Dave:  You seem like a trooper. You’re gonna do just fine. It’s a beautiful afternoon. Let’s take our clothes off and go sit in the pool.

Reid:   Sure.

We set our drinks down and stripped right there in the living room. Dave was every bit what his pics indicated he would be. Tall, well built, but not overly muscular. A perfect dusting of dark brown chest hair and a killer smile that alternated between All-American apple pie and mischievous deviant. His dick was soft but hung prodigiously between a pair of clean-shaven low hangers. I, on the other hand, was hard as a rock.

Dave:  Damn! I could lead you around by that thing. I remember when my erection went straight up instead of straight out. It’s great, except when you have morning wood and really need to pee. Then, it’s total hell.

Reid:   The angle and the upward curve are popular attributes.

Dave:  I bet! (leading me through the house to the backyard)

Reid:   Nice yard.

Dave:  Don’t worry. Between the landscaping and the fence, the neighbors can’t see a thing.

Reid:   Oh my gawd. It’s warm.

Dave:  My friends tease me that I keep the pool at bathtub temperature, and I have a gas bill that validates their point.

Reid:   I could get used to this.

Dave:  (nodding toward my dick) I could get used to this as well.

Dave leaned over and slowly stroked by cock. I shuttered at his touch. The anticipation of the afternoon had me pent up with sexual anxiety, and although it felt good, I was a little taken aback by how reactive my body was to his caress.

Dave:  Come sit here on this step.

I did as I was told, and Dave sat behind me one step up. He proceeded to rub my neck and shoulders.

Dave:  I gotta get you to relax. Tension isn’t going to help. Just drink your wine, enjoy the sun, and let my hands knead the stress out of you. Just let the apprehension go and have some fun.

My head tilted forward as Dave’s thumbs pushed deep into my shoulder blades. I moaned as my body became Play-Doh in his hands. The seduction was taking hold, and I could feel myself giving over to his charm and his leadership of our mutual goal for the afternoon. He leaned in and kissed me on the ear. I could feel his dickhead rubbing on my back in rhythm with the strokes of the backrub. He directed me to turn and face him. As I drank the rest of my wine, he rubbed my feet, further releasing the tension in my body. His touch felt good, and by now, somewhat familiar.

Dave:  Come on. Let’s get this show on the road.

I tipped the wine glass skyward and gulped the last bit. Dave handed me a rolled towel, and after drying off, he led me through the kitchen and down a flight of steep, narrow stairs. It wasn’t a dungeon so much as it was a neatly organized washroom with a leather sling hanging from the wood joists above.

Dave:  Hop up and make yourself comfortable. The key here is communication. You need to tell me what you are feeling. Intensity is fine, but pain is typically a bad sign. We’ve got all afternoon. There is no rush at all.

Reid:   I’m good with that.

Dave:  You’re not a virgin. So, I take it you’ve had some dicks up your ass.

Reid:   Yeah, and some pretty big ones too. I have a dildo at home I like to use, but it’s like a regular sized dick. Nothing huge.

Dave:  Well, that’s a start. Slide down so your ass is just hanging out over the edge of the sling and put your feet up here on the chains. I have ankle cuffs if that’s more comfortable for you.

Dave smeared lube on his left fingers and started circling my asshole with his index finger. I let out an appreciative moan and my sphincter relaxed enough that the digit slipped right in. He slowly moved his finger in and out of my ass making sure copious amounts of lube were coating my insides. We had just started, and my dick was leaking precum like a motherfucker. He gently inserted his middle finger doubling the pleasure inside my ass.

Just as my ass was opening up to accommodate him, he slowly pulled out and moved around to my left side. He applied more lube, reached around my leg and the chain putting the two fingers back in my ass. He leaned down to kiss me, and I kissed him back with passion, anticipation, and trepidation. He moved down and started nibbling on my left tit. The pain was like an electric shock to my dick causing it to flop like a fish out of water. He could see the effect and laughed a bit at my expense as he nibbled me into delirium.

While distracted by Dave’s nipple chewing, he managed to slip a third finger in my ass and stretch my hole even further. His movements were slow and deliberate, like the backrub in the pool. And my ass was doing nothing to stop the gliding assault. The pool of precum lacked the viscosity to stay balanced on my abs and started to run down my side. Dave quickly bent down and licked it with his tongue following the trail to its source.

He pulled out again, added yet more lube, and from the far side of the sling managed four fingers in my ass.

Dave:  How ya doin’?

Reid:   Oh my god that feels great. The tit-play was a perfect distraction.

Dave:  Good. I’ll remember that. I’m going to switch it up now and put a toy up your ass so we can work you a little deeper.

He went over to a utility sink and washed the lube off his hands. He picked up a curved metal rod with two different sized balls at the ends. He ran it under the hot water for about thirty seconds. He dragged a stool over in front of my ass and lubed up the metal toy.

Dave:  I’m going to start with the small end. This will feel warm and very pleasurable.

The small end slipped in easily with the warm-up Dave’s fingers had given my ass. He started with small oscillations, but slowly increased the depth of the strokes. The curve caused the toy to press up against my prostate with perfect pressure. The heat radiating from the steel rod made the experience so much better than a room-temperature dildo.

Dave pulled it out, turned it around, and pushed the large end in. By this time, my prostate gland was swelling up and getting rather sensitive. As the warm orb passed by it, my guts were on fire with pleasure. While Dave’s left hand kept a steady drumbeat against my prostate with the toy, his right hand pulled my aching dick up enough to get his mouth around it. He bobbed up and down on my dick in perfect timing to the assault on my ass. I was in heaven.

Dave:  We’re gonna have to stop, or I’m going to tip you over the edge.

Reid:   Ya think? Fuck! What IS that thing?

Dave:  It’s called a Pure Wand. It’s one of my favorites.

Reid:   I can see why.

Dave:  So far, so good?

Reid:   Yeah. My ass is feeling great.

Dave:  Good. I’m going to stretch you out even further with some dildos. Not steel this time. Softer, but certainly larger. You ready?

Reid:   Bring it on.

Dave picked up a large dildo with a handle at the end and poured lube all over it. He smeared the lube all over the dildo ensuring total coverage and wiped what was leftover on my ass. The insertion wasn’t as smooth as the metal toy, but once we passed the sphincter, the shaft of the dildo slid in my chute with little resistance. Using the handle, Dave twisted the dildo sending my ass into high gear. He gently slid the dildo back and forth working my ass into a dilated state. He slid it all the way out and held it up to the light to appraise it.

Reid:   Clean?

Dave:  Yep. No shit. No blood. You must have cleaned out pretty good.

Reid:   I did my best, but you never know.

Dave:  Don’t worry. If it gets messy, I’ve got douche bags and we can fix you right up. OK? Up to this point, it’s all been fun and games. But now, the big boys are coming out.

Dave picked up a dildo that was about the same length as the last one, but it was fucking thick. My eyes must have bugged out at the sight of it. He let out a little laugh and shook his head.

Dave:  Remember, you need to say something if this gets painful. This bad boy is no walk in the park, but with what I’ve put you through already, you should be able to take it. I’ll go slow.

Reid:   OK.

This time he came around to my right side. With the lubed monster in his right hand he reached between my legs and started pushing the fat, plastic mushroom head up against my hole. I could tell this wasn’t going to be easy. Dave revved up the distraction machine again and started flicking my right tit with the tip of his tongue. The brain is a magnificent machine that can multitask to a great degree. But Dave split my focus between my tit and my ass, and when my ass wasn’t giving way to the larger dildo, he bit my nipple with brute force while simultaneously applying extreme pressure to the dildo. My ass somehow forgot to resist, and the dildo crashed through my sphincter causing me to scream not from pain but from pure shock! Dave lifted his head up from my tit to lock eyes with me and make sure I was OK.

Dave:  That distraction technique really does work!

Reid:   Bastard. My ass feels tricked.

Dave:  Seriously. Are you OK?

Reid:   As good as I can be with a pachyderm dick up my ass.

Dave:  Oh, I’ve got a bigger one coming next. You’re not done yet.

Reid:   I know. We aren’t done till the goal is achieved.

Dave:  Onward!

During our little conversation, Dave had held the dildo still allowing my ass to adjust to its new state of fullness. With care and trepidation, he slowly moved the dildo in and out of my ass. As he did so, he placed his head under my chin and started licking my neck with slow swipes of his tongue. The brutal assault of the dildo contrasted with the feathery touches of his tongue. Once again, my sensations were split, and my body just gave way to both the pleasure and the pain. After a while, the dildo was sliding with ease, and Dave assumed it had run its course and slowly removed it.

Dave:  Still clear.

Reid:   Amazing. I thought you might pull and organ out with that thing.

Dave:  Nah. Your ass is loving it.

Reid:   Yeah, this is a lot more work than I thought it was going to be. Porn makes it look so easy. But I’m having a fun time.

Dave:  Good. I don’t want you to lose the dilation, so I’m going to put a butt plug in your ass while we take a break.

Dave pulled out a huge black butt plug. The base was clearly wider than the last dildo. He practically drowned the thing in lube.

Dave:  I want you to take a huge breath, and when I tell you to, I want you to expel it slowly and completely.

Reid:   Got it.

Dave:  Big breath. More. More. OK. Now exhale.

Dave pushed the butt plug in my ass and the first part went in rather easily. But as it got to the large end, it just wouldn’t seem to get over the lip at the end that locks it into place. We did the breathing exercise several times, and each time, it felt like it was going just a bit further.

Dave:  OK. One last time. We’re going to do it this time. Biggest breath ever. OK?

I nodded, and took a huge breath. Instead of looking at the butt plug, Dave stared straight at me. His look was like a husband conducting Lamaze on his wife while she was going through natural childbirth. He just had this look of faith that I could do this. I locked onto his confidence and as I pushed the last molecule of oxygen out of my lungs, POP! The butt plug slid past the sphincter mercifully releasing the tension. My first thought was GOOD. My second thought was, how the hell am I ever getting this out of my butt?

Dave helped me out of the sling and placed me down on the stool he had used earlier. I could feel the blood rushing into my legs after they had been elevated for so long. Being upright felt good.

Dave:  I’m going to get us some water. You stay put.

Reid:   With forty pounds of black plastic up my butt, I’m not sure I could go anywhere, even if I wanted to.

Dave returned handing me a glass of water, which I greedily gulped down. I hadn’t realized how exhausting this whole scenario had been.

Dave:  Here, let me get you another glass.

Reid:   Thanks.

Dave:  (returning with the glass) We’ve got one more dildo, and I think you’re ready. But, let’s rest a bit. You’ve been a real trooper, but I’ve wrecked your ass pretty hard.

Reid:   Yes, you have. But I appreciate the patience and the determination. I’m quite sure I wouldn’t be this far on my own. So, how do these porn stars do it?

Dave:  Practice, I guess. I failed the first time I tried. When I finally succeeded, it took almost three hours. The second time was much easier. By the third time, I wasn’t a pro, but it wasn’t a big ordeal. Have you ever done it to someone else?

Reid:   Nope. Never had the opportunity.

Dave:  Maybe we can fix that.

Dave came around behind me and rubbed my neck and shoulders like he did in the pool. His hands felt great. I was glad I found someone like him to guide me through this.

Dave:  OK. Back up on the horse.

Reid:   Yes sir!

Dave:  That’s the spirit.

Dave helped me back up into the sling. It wasn’t easy with the extra-large butt plug in my ass. My range of motion was somewhat limited. I noticed for the first time since my clothes had come off, I had lost my erection. I guess I had settled down into the hard work of making this happen and wasn’t so sexually charged by the anticipation of the unknown.

Dave:  You’re going to need to relax for me to pull this out. It’s sort of like ripping a band-aid off. The quicker you do it, the better off you are.

Reid:   That is so NOT encouraging.

Dave:  Relax. You’ll be fine.

Dave used both hands to grip the end of the butt plug and started applying pressure like he was taking up the slack on a tug-of-war rope before the whistle blew. He braced the back side of his elbows against my ass to prevent the sling from moving, and using his forearms as dual levers, he forcefully pried the mass out of my ass in one smooth movement. The pressure was immense, but honestly, it wasn’t that bad. I could hear drips of lube running out my ass and splatting on the floor. The sense of relief was the greatest pleasure I had felt all day.

Dave:  Damn! That ass is dilated. You could drive a Mack truck up that thing.

Reid:   Thanks, I guess.

Dave:  OK. Last dildo.

Dave pulled out this laughably huge dildo. It was equally as thick as the last one, but this was a double dildo with a head at both ends. He laid it on my chest, and it went from chin to balls covering the full length of my torso. I burst out in an uncomfortable laugh. I had developed a level of trust in Dave over the last couple of hours, but I wasn’t so sure about this.

Reid:   You aren’t planning to put that whole thing in me, are you?

Dave:  It’s like dinner for two. You only eat half.

Dave lubed it up. After the butt plug, the girth wasn’t much of a problem. The equivalent length of the previous dildo went in pretty easily as well. But then, we reached new depths with the dildo I had named in my head “Dinner for Two.” It was as if my insides were being rearranged. Dave was taking it slow, but with each stroke he was hitting a wall with how far I could take it. When he got to the stopping point, he would jiggle the dildo such that it vibrated my insides. It was like a soft jackhammer trying to bust through the cave wall of my innards.

Dave:  You don’t look so good. Is it hurting?

Reid:   Not so much hurting. It just doesn’t feel good.

Dave:  OK. Well, that tells us a limit. I’m going to back off a bit and start stroking you with it.

Dave decreased the depth of the strokes and started a mild fucking of my ass with the Dinner for Two. At first, the exercise was more of an endurance test, but as the fucking progressed, my ass started warming up to it. My dick was coming back to life, and my breathing was starting to get heavy. Dave started twisting the dildo as he picked up the pace. I finally had to raise a hand.

Dave:  Not good?

Reid:   Fuck no. Too good. If you keep going, I’m going to bust my load.

Dave:  Alrighty! I think you are ready.

Dave put the Dinner for Two in the utility sink and washed the lube off his hands. He dried them thoroughly and lightly sprinkled baby power on them rubbing it up to his elbows. He opened a drawer and pulled out long, black rubber gloves. They weren’t loose like kitchen gloves. They were extremely tight and conformed to the exact shape of his hands and forearms. He reached for a squeeze bottle that was full of what looked like Karo syrup and poured copious amounts all over the gloves. He rubbed his hands together pulling the sticky goo in viscous strands between them.

The moment had arrived. This is what I had been training for all afternoon. My heart was racing, and my dick was throbbing. I couldn’t remember a period of stimulation this long without release in my life. The cum was storing up in my balls, and when they finally let loose, it was going to be a torrent.

Dave:  Ready?

Reid:   Hell yeah!

Dave started with a couple of fingers, quickly increasing to four. He tucked the thumb in his palm and started pushing the breadth of his knuckles up against my sphincter. It was like he was knocking on the door of my insides. I tried to convince myself that his hands were no bigger than the end of that butt plug, but all the mental calculations in my head did nothing to relax my muscles and let him through. I started trying the breathing exercises, and even those weren’t working.

Dave:  Stop worrying. It’s gonna happen. Just relax. You got this.

Dave pushed, and the sling would push back with the pressure. He would ease up, and the sling would swing forward. The motion was slow and gentle, like rocking a baby. The pressure up against my ass felt great. And then, on a downward swing, Dave locked his elbow and my ass swallowed that fist in one mighty gulp. I let out a scream that had to be heard several houses away. My eyes flew open, and before I even knew what was happening, I shot the biggest cum fountain of my life without anything touching my dick.

Dave immediately stopped all motion allowing my chute to recover. The pressure up against my swollen prostate was so great, it felt like an ejaculation-free, continuous orgasm. My body had never experienced anything so intense.

Dave:  Breathe. Get control of your body. You’re fine.

Reid:   Holy shit! I’ve never come like that.

Dave:  It was a sight to behold.

Reid:   I didn’t even fuckin’ touch myself.

Dave:  Yeah. That’s because it was a 100% prostate stimulation orgasm. The strongest kind there is. You wanted to know what this was all about. Well, now you know. My hands are covered in lube. Wipe that cum up with your fingers and feed it to me.

I scooped up puddle after puddle of cum and held it up for Dave to lick off my fingers. All the while, his hand was motionlessly entombed in my gut. I’ve had guys swallow my cum before. I’ve had them lick it off my body, but I’ve never fed my cum to anyone. I felt like a momma bird feeding her horny little chick some sex sauce. The entire ritual of it was a massive turn on.

Dave:  Damn. That’s tasty.

Reid:   There’s more where that came from.

Dave:  Really? My god. I would have thought that load would have drained your balls for a good long time.

Reid:   I don’t know. But why don’t we find out.

Dave:  I’m going to hold my hand absolutely still. I want you to take your feet off the chains and put them on my shoulders. Push the sling back and forth using your legs so you can control the depth and speed. Take it slow.

I started pushing my ass off Dave’s hand. I could feel the pressure of the knuckles as they pressed up against my sphincter. As I released the pressure, I could feel his hand slowly plunging back into my gut. As I repeated the motion, the sensation of pleasure blossomed, and the pain had either gone away, or my body had just become numb to it. I ramped up the pace and used the momentum of the motion to allow Dave’s hand to reach further into me.

I started the day scared and doubtful I could even do this. Dave had brought me to a place I don’t think I would have ever experienced without him. Had I tried this with someone less patient, it probably would have gone badly, and I would have never tried it again. Unknowingly, I would have missed out on such an amazing experience.

Dave:  You’re obviously feeling pretty comfortable with this. Do you mind if I take over?

Reid:   Not at all.

I put my feet back on the chains and Dave starting boldly fisting me. The prep was over. The take-it-slow was over. The are-you-OK was over. I had gotten over the fear. I had gotten over the initial reaction of the instantaneous, hands-free cum fountain. And my ass was takin’ it like a champ. Dave gave a good solid slow push and came to a stop.

Dave:  Reid. Sit up. I want you to see something.

Reid:   What?

Dave:  Just look.

I craned my neck and could see the inner fold of his elbow nestled up against the hairs of my ass.

Reid:   Holy shit! Where’s the glove?

Dave:  Yep. You are literally elbow deep right now. And on your first try. Your ass is amazing.

Reid:   We can do the mutual admiration society thing later. Right now, I just want you to fuck me until I cum again.

Without hesitation, Dave started fucking me the full length of his forearm. As he hit the sphincter, he would reverse course and plunge right back in. Eventually, he started pulling his fist about halfway through the sphincter holding back just enough to make sure it never popped out. The alternation between the stretch of the opening and the plunging of my gut just sent me over the edge. All the while, my swollen prostate was just being tortured by the high pressure at the upper part of the forearm, followed by the relatively low pressure of the wrist, followed by the hard bone of the knuckles. The one, two, three punch was driving me wild.

I was jacking my cock while Dave continued to assault my ass. From my screams and near hyperventilation, Dave could tell this was all about to come crashing down hard. He balled up his fist widening the battering ram and massively increasing the pressure on the inside of my gut. The pace quickened. The pressure increased. The pull at the end was augmented with a twist of the knuckles. My body was in total overload.

Dave:  (Screaming) DO IT! FUCKING CUM! FUCKIN’ BLOW THAT LOAD!

I screamed, but this time not from shock, but pure bliss. The first volley hit the bottom of my chin with a splat. I tilted my head forward just in time for the second rope to land a bullseye hit directly in my mouth.

Reid:   Stop!

Dave went motionless while my cock convulsed cum shot after cum shot. It was like he had found an endless reservoir of semen and his arm was the rig that struck the Spindletop gusher of ejaculant.  

Dave:  Holy fuck! I haven’t seen this much cum come out of anyone in a long time, if ever.

Reid:   OK. My ass is over. Can we slowly vacate?

Dave: No problem.

Dave slowly backed out of my ass carefully twisting his knuckles through the hole in a quick, but merciful jolt of pain. The empty cavern in my gut was convulsing to the rhythm of a drummer who was no longer there. My heart was beating so fast, it was like I had just completed a long series of sprints. My entire body was covered in sweat and cum.

Dave removed the gloves and washed his hands. He came back over to my right side, bent over, and starting licking cum off my chest. My breathing had almost returned to normal, and he turned to kiss me with a mouth full of my own cum. It was a tasty kiss of victory. A goal achieved. A fear conquered. A bucket-list checkbox marked off. I was sick of just watching other people’s pleasure in porn. I wanted it for myself. And thanks to Dave’s generosity, that pleasure was mine.

Reid:   Oh my god, that was good. But what about you?

Dave:  Reid, you are going to need to rest up and rehydrate for half an hour just to drive yourself home. You are in no condition to conduct another sexual act for quite a while.

Reid:   Well, you have a point.

Dave:  Don’t worry, next time it’s going to be your fist elbow deep in my ass.

Reid:   It’s a deal. Can I get some water?

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It was Saturday morning. I had gotten up, taken a shit and pissed, and was shaving.  I had just gotten to the final part, shaving around my beard, when he popped in.  I saw his smiling black face in the mirror.  He came up behind me and wrapped me in his black arms, eventually working his fingers around my nips, rolling them between fingers and thumbs.  I felt his hard cock against my thigh.

“Hon, you can’t fuck me here, I haven’t cleaned out yet, you’ll get shit and cum all over the floor,” I said. He just smiled at me and said “Ahm already greast up, lem’me in.”  He was working his cock into my ass cheeks, and I could feel the lube.  So I centered it on my sphincter and relaxed and let him in. He thrust straight up my ass, all the way.  I took a big inhale and then relaxed, and he began to fuck me.  Just like usual, he went right into the heavy strokes, pushing me down on the sink.  I had put down the razor and just relaxed and let him do his thing, which was to fuck another big load up my ass.  He was a great fucker, as I had found out many times.

After he had cum, I told him “Don’t pull out, just turn us around and let’s get in the shower.”  He turned us facing the shower, and I opened the door and turned it on and got it to the right temperature.  Then we both got in and he pulled out and rinsed his cock clean and got out.  I finished my usual shower and shampooed my hair and beard. When I was done I turned the shower to the hose and cleaned out thoroughly.  When I was clean I turned it off and was about to get out when he came back and turned me around and put my arms on the wall and thrust his cock up my ass again.  This time I was wide open from just having cleaned out.  He pulled out, examined his cock, which was perfectly clean, and told me “Afta you dry off, go lean ovah th’bed.”

Of course by the time I had done this he was greased up again and ready to go, so we fucked doggie for a time, then he had me get up on the bed (actually he lifted me up and threw me down on the bed on my back) and he got over me and we finished the fuck in the missionary position.  This was more of a lover’s fuck, as he laid on me and we kissed as he fucked.  I loved having his hairy chest against mine.  That was until he rose up on his arms and got his knees and thighs under my hips and turned me up so he was fucking down into my ass.  At that point I finally blew my load between us, and he grunted and planted his load in my ass.  He laid there on top of me for a while, kissing me and each of us telling the other how we had enjoyed that fuck.  

After we had both rinsed off in the shower, he told me not to bother with clothes, so we just cleaned up around the house for a couple hours, till he felt like doing it again. This time was in the living room, over the arm of the couch.  “Jus need t’knock off a piece,” as he put it.  It seemed like I got fucked about every two hours, but sometimes I was able to suck his cock and save my ass for later.  

Finally, about 10 PM, I told him we needed to get dressed and go to the bar.  I needed to get out of the house and hopefully find someone for me to fuck, but I didn’t tell him that.  I told him he needed to find another guy to fuck.  So he was happy to accompany me to the bar.  

Once there he found a friend of his, Alvin.  Now Alvin was not like Dwayne.  Dwayne was about 6’2″, cornrowed hair, thin mustache, rather wiry but muscular.  I originally invited him home to see if he was hung as I had heard all blacks were. He wasn’t; he was about 7 1/2″ hard, but he was insatiable as a fucker.  I had never had a man fuck me as much as he did.  Now Alvin was built more like a bear, a black bear. He was thicker all over, muscular but not a body builder, he just looked like he worked for a living.  He was about 6′ tall, had bushy hair (I eventually found it all over him) and a beard.  After chatting with Dwayne and me for a while, Dwayne asked him if he’d like to come home with us.  I think he’d told him I was a bottom, at least I imagine he did.  
Cause when we got home, we all had a beer, and then the clothes came off, and both men were all over me.  And I discovered that Alvin had a big thick uncut cock about 8″. So for the rest of the night I had a man in my ass and another in my mouth, and I usually didn’t know which one was where.  I was used in every position you can imagine.  By the time that Alvin left in the morning, I was exhausted.  I went to sleep on my tummy, with Dwayne fucking me.

On Sunday I told Dwayne we needed a day to nap. So we ate a little and napped a lot all day, till it was bedtime.  Then I got the usual fuck before we went to sleep.  On Monday Dwayne was up early and off to work after a cup of coffee and a donut or bagel.  When I got up I just put the sheets in the laundry and then cleaned up and napped on the couch.  I was still wiped from Saturday night.  

When it got to be 4 PM I knew to be naked and cleaned out.  I had a towel and lube by the front door.  When Dwayne came in, all greasy and dirty from working on cars in the garage where he worked, I just unzipped his pants and sucked him up, and then gave him the lube and bent over the arm of the sofa.  He proceeded to give me a fine fuck, and then he got in the shower and cleaned up.  I made supper for us. After we ate he read the paper and we watched TV.  

Since he had to be up early, we were in bed before 10 PM.  But we didn’t go right to sleep.  He had to fuck me; tonight it was two times, one doggie, and then facing each other, with a lot of kissing.  He practically fell asleep on top of me.  I did get him to roll over so I could go dump the cum out and finally get some sleep, too.  

Now I’ve been retired for six years.  I went to the bar to get a man to bring home.  I thought a black man would be interesting, and I was hoping he’d be hung.  Instead I got a man that lives for sex.  There’s nothing wrong with that.  We had a Friday night of sex, and he went home.  This was followed by a Saturday night of sex when he came back, and then he left and I thought I wouldn’t see him again.  But Monday evening he came back, and Tuesday evening, and by Wednesday I gave him a key.  He had been living in a cheap motel not far away. He brought in what he owned after that, just several different sets of clothes.  

When I was young, I was a Boy and had a Dad that loved to fuck me.  Then as I got older I became the Dad and had several different Boys.  But I never figured I was going to be an old bottom for a younger man. I want to see if I can get Dwayne to go to the bar and look for a younger man for me to fuck, as well as someone else for him to fuck.  I don’t think this is going to last.  But as long as it does, I’ll carry through.  Perhaps this is the final stage for me.

Jerry Prince
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June 4, 2019

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I know it’s been a long wait, but I have all intentions of continuing this story. Sorry for taking so long. This chapter came out longer than I expected. Hopefully now that it’s summer, I have more time to write and release chapters more often.

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6

DEAN – LAST NIGHT

It’s so much fun fucking with Caleb. I don’t think he even realizes how easy he makes it for me, especially since Mason doesn’t know about what’s going on between us. Caleb tries so hard to hide it, but he can’t keep his feelings for me aside. He wants me, and I’m gonna keep doing whatever I can to make sure I’m his first.

I know Mason. He’s not ready for sex at all, but he wants to be. If he tries a few things with Caleb, it’ll drive him insane. Mason’s gonna chicken out before things get too serious, and Caleb’s gonna be left wanting more, which is where I’ll come in.

“You should keep trying to take it a bit further. I mean, just try the easy stuff. I’m sure that’ll be okay with Caleb.” I tell Mason as we work on our homework. He’s supposed to go over to Caleb’s later tonight, and I wanna mess with him before he does.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” I encourage him. “I mean, from what it seems, Caleb’s into it. Just ‘cause you don’t have sex doesn’t mean you can’t have fun.”

“I guess. I just don’t want Caleb taking it the wrong way and think that I’m ready to fuck.”

‘I’ll fuck him for you,’ I think to myself. This dumbass doesn’t even realize how good he has it. Caleb’s a fine piece of ass, and I can tell he’s eager to get fucked. I bet he’d be willing to do anything I want. Anyone would be lucky to get a person like that, guy or girl.

“So don’t. The kid’ll understand even if he gets stuck with blue balls.”

Mason rolls his eyes but laughs, “You gotta stop calling him that. You know he hates it.”

“That’s why it’s so much fun.”

“And you wonder why he doesn’t like you.”

“Eh. Whatever. Either way, I think I’m really starting to grow on him.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he agrees, “I don’t know where that came from.”

It’s killing me how much I wanna tell him.

“I’m just trying to get to know him better,” I say, which is not really a lie.

“Well whatever it is, it’s working.”

“Trust me. I’ll keep it up.”

We keep working for a few minutes, and I’m really just letting Mason do most of the work while I copy. I know the material, but I’m just too lazy to actually do the work on my own. Besides, it’s not the first thing I’ve taken from him.

“I think I’m gonna go over to Caleb’s already,” he says as he starts gathering his things.

“I thought he told you to be there by 11.”

“Yeah, but I’m tired of doing this shit, and I gotta pick up some stuff from my house.”

“Yeah right. You’re just trying to get your dick sucked.”

“Fuck off,” he throws my notebook at me, which I dodge.

“Do you wanna ride?” I offer. Mainly because it gives me the chance to at least run into Caleb.

“Nah. Don’t worry about it. Buses are still going around at this time, and I have my pass so I’m good. Plus, it gives me some time so I don’t show up too early.”

I’m not surprised since Mason doesn’t like to bother me for rides even though I’m always offering.

“Alright man, I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t forget to wear a condom.”

“Very funny,” he says as he starts walking out, “I’ll see you at school.”

I end up finishing the homework I have left by myself. I was really hoping to copy the rest off Mason. Regardless, I manage to finish it and start messing around on my phone. I’ve been jacking off like crazy lately just because of Caleb.

I’ve even started watching gay porn because of him. All it does is gives me more ideas of what I want to do him. My main goal is still to fuck him, but that’ll come eventually. I can’t keep jacking off though. It isn’t enough.

I look at the time. It’s almost 10:30. Maybe Mason isn’t at Caleb’s house yet. I might have some time to talk to him. If Mason’s there, I can just make up some excuse. I don’t even consider the potential consequences. My fingers tap the video call button before I contemplate my decision.

It rings for almost a minute, and I’m starting to think he’s just gonna ignore my call before I hear the sound of it being answered. I’m greeted by his face, and I can already my feel my cock stirring up.

“Hey sexy,” I tell him.

He blushes. It’s so easy to pull him in. It’s pretty clear that Mason never talks to him like this. I notice that his hair’s damp, which makes me realize he was just in the shower. I immediately picture water running down his slim, tight body. I can see his ass coated in water and soap as he cleans himself.

As I talk to him, it’s all I can picture. I remember his soft, smooth skin and his round, plump ass. I wanna feel all of him until I’ve touched every inch of his body and just reach through the screen to tear his clothes off. Since that’s not possible, he’s gonna have to do it for me.

I tell him to strip for me. He doesn’t even argue. He just does it, and I love his submissiveness. He’s moves slowly at first, but then he sees me staring intently at him. I already know I have him with just my look.

He pulls his shirt off, and I’m mesmerized by his body. His slim waist and the way his briefs hang loosely around them drive me crazy. It’s like they’re about to slip off, but they won’t. It’s the biggest tease ever. The small amount of muscles on his arms and slightest hint of abs on his stomach turn me on so much. The thought that I can drive another man to act this way for me amazes me. It’s hot as fuck.

I show him my cock. He practically drools over it. I’ve always been proud of the size of my dick. Ten inches and a big set of balls to match. Girls go nuts for my cock, but it’s rare that I get any attention for my balls, which is frustrating. I’m sure Caleb would suck them good though. He seems like he’d be such a good slut. I can’t wait to test that theory.

Hearing him tell me how much he wants me and what he wants me to do to him just fucks me up. I need more, so I tell him to get completely naked. He complies, and I just wanna blow my load at the sight of him bending over to take off his briefs. His ass is amazing as it is, and it perks up even more when he bends down. I wanna throw him to the ground, arch his back, and go to town on that hole until it’s gaping wide after I stretch it out.

He stands still, and I admire his ass for a few seconds, but I question how far I’d go with Caleb. When he turns around, he’s covering his cock and I tell him to move his hands. He has a decent length, but I don’t know how to feel about it. I’ve jacked him off before, and I’ve enjoyed it. Would I suck it? I don’t know. All I know is that it’s a part of his body, and every inch of him is just perfect. I want him to know that.

He starts to stroke himself. I know he’s thinking about me. What I’d to him if I was there. But I want to know for sure. I wanna hear him say it.

“Are you thinking of your boyfriend?” I ask him.

He immediately answers, “No. I’m thinking of you.”

I’m so close to cumming. Hearing him say those words just does something to me. When he shows me his ass again, all I can think about is the different positions I want to fuck him in. I wanna see him stretch out that tight hole, so I tell him to finger himself.

Like a good slut, he listens. A moan slips out of his mouth, and it’s like music to my ears. That’s the sound I want to be hearing from him when I fuck his virgin hole. His finger slips in and out slowly, and the sight of his hole being stretched is so hot.

His moans make me stroke myself faster. I wanna drop my load and cum inside him. I need to feel that virgin ass getting wrecked by my cock. He wants it to. He slides another finger into his ass, and I tell him to go deeper. I want him to feel pain. It’s not even going to be close to what I’m gonna do to him.

“Fuck me, Dean,” he moans.

I’m so close to coming. I want him to see me blast my load for him, so he knows what he does to me. Before I can, I hear a faint noise through the phone. He bolts up and before I say anything, he hangs up the phone. I’m so close, I don’t even bother to stop stroking. I need my relief now.

I keep jacking off until I finally feel like I’m about to bust. I groan and arch forward as strings of my cum spurt out of my body. They fall onto my hard abs, and I wish I could see Caleb licking them clean.

I grab a shirt from the floor and wipe myself off. Despite getting my nut, I’m kind of pissed that my call with Caleb ended so suddenly. I’m guessing either his brother walked in or Mason showed up. I wonder whether he got caught, but I guess I’ll find out later.

I’m still thinking about his body. It’s so fucking perfect, and I want every inch of him. I can’t keep jacking off. I don’t think I’ve gone this long without sex, and it’s because I keep holding out for Caleb. I’m done through. It’s time for him to step it up.

My parents are gonna be out this weekend, so I know I’ll have the house to myself. I’m gonna make sure that my dick gets inside him somehow.

CALEB – PRESENT

I don’t even know whether I should do this. Dean made it sound like I didn’t have a choice, but he doesn’t control me. Yet, I can’t seem to get that point across whenever I’m with him. It’s annoying. I just bend to his will, but he’s so good.

Dean knows all the things that get me riled up. I get why it’s easy for him. There’s so much that Mason and I haven’t done, and I’m desperate. Dean has no shame in using that to take advantage of me.

“What’s on your mind?” Mason asks me.

I’m curled up next to him on my bed while his arm is over is over my shoulder.

“Nothing,” I answer, “I’m just a little distracted.”

Mason and I are watching a movie at my house right now. I haven’t really been able to pay attention since I’m still thinking about Dean. I hate doing that when I’m with Mason, but I really can’t help it.

“Why is something wrong?”

“I’m fine,” I lie, “I just spaced out.”

“Anything specific on your mind?”

It’s already late in the afternoon, and Dean wanted me at his place later tonight. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go over when Mason is still here. I don’t want to send him away, but I really want to see Dean. After that video call, I can’t fight the image of him out of my head. More specifically his dick. I’m not even sure what we’d do if I ended up at his place. Dean’s bored with just making out and jacking off. To be honest, I am too, but I still don’t know how far I’m willing to go.

“No. Sorry, I guess I’m just tired.”

It should sound believable. Mason came over pretty early, and we’ve been at my house, watching movies, all day. Normally, he spends his weekends with Dean, but he chose to spend today with me. I really appreciate that he’s making an effort to be more committed to our relationship, but it’s not the best timing. Either way, I’m still bothered by what he said the other night. I’ve been agonizing over whether or not he actually wants to be in a relationship with me.

“Do you wanna take a break?” he asks before pausing the movie, “We can nap or something.”

Before I can respond, the door open and Dan walks in. Mason immediately takes his arm off my shoulder. At this point, he thinks anything he does can annoy Dan, which isn’t entirely wrong. I didn’t think he’d back until later. He had a Saturday school thing and told me he was going to run a few errands afterwards, but I thought he’d be back later.

He looks at us for a few seconds before I say, “Hey.”

“Hey… What’s going on?” he asks.

“Nothing,” explains Mason, “We’re just watching movies, Dan.”

The faintest hint of a scowl appears on his face. I know it annoys him when Mason calls him by his first name, but it’s not like Dan can force Mason to call him Mr. Moore outside of school. I think Mason knows that it bugs him, and I partially think he does it on purpose.

“I thought I told you to tell me if you and Mason are gonna hang out,” he reminds me, talking as if Mason weren’t here.

“Well, we’re here at the house, so I didn’t think I had to say anything.”

Dan sighs and, before leaving, says, “Keep the door open.”

We listen for Dan’s footsteps before we know he’s out of range. Mason sighs a breath of relief.

“Holy fuck. Your brother hates me.”

“I don’t think he hates you. He’s just really protective.”

“Well why does he think he needs to protect you from me?”

“I mean, you do have a pretty bad record if we’re being honest.”

“What the hell does that mean?” he demands.

“I’m just saying you’ve been in a lot of fights. And since he’s a teacher, I’m pretty sure he has access to your record. Plus, he’s broken up a few of those fights.”

“So? What does he think? That I beat you too?”

I don’t respond because that’s exactly what he thinks. Mason notices my silence.

“What the fuck?” he whispers angrily, “Do you tell him that I hurt you?”

“Why would I tell him that? It’s not even true.”

“You better not be,” he mumbles.

“I already told you I wouldn’t. Why would I ever say that?”

“Because you always fucking overreact over everything.”

I stand up from the bed, “Fuck you, Mason. Just get out.”

He shakes his head. He doesn’t even say anything as he grabs his stuff and starts to walk out. I close my door before I think about going after him. He gets so angry sometimes, and it just makes me mad too. I question whether he’s actually right.

The only thing I ever get on him about is over our relationship. I know that I’m being a hypocrite by cheating with Dean, but I wouldn’t do that if Mason was more open about his feelings. Maybe I should be more patient, but I can’t help myself. I’m so desperate to feel wanted, and I don’t feel that so much when I’m with Mason. Even as we’ve started messing around a bit more, I can’t help but feel like it’s… forced.

It never feels like that with Dean. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he easily takes control. I don’t overthink anything because I know I can trust him. A strong sense of lust overtakes me when I’m with him, and it makes it easier to go along with what he wants me to do.

The door opens and Dan begins saying, “What did I say about-” but then he notices that Mason isn’t here anymore.

“He left,” I say. I want to leave it at that, but I’m so frustrated. And Dan was the reason we argued.

“I can’t wait until you get a girlfriend, so I can fuck it up like your fucking up my relationship,” I snap at him.

“What have I told you about your language?” he points out.

“Whatever. You used to cuss around mom and dad all the time when we were younger.”

“Yeah, and they didn’t like it, so I’m telling you now. Knock it off!”

“Why do you hate him so much? I don’t get it. I care about him, and all I’m asking is that you respect that.”

“What do want me to do? Seriously Caleb, what is it that you expect me to do? Just stop caring about you.”

“Stop making all these passive aggressive comments when he’s around and treating him like crap.”

He sits down next to me on the bed.

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Does this have to do with him being a guy? Is that what bothers you?”

“Don’t even think that. You know that’s not it.”

“So, what is it? I just… I’m trying to understand why you can’t even tolerate him.”

“Caleb. I care more about you. These last couple of months all I ever hear from you is you obsessing over every time you make Mason upset. You’re replaying what you said to him or how you reacted. I don’t like that he makes you think that way. You shouldn’t always blame yourself for everything.”

“He doesn’t do that to me,” I explain, “I just overthink things all the time.”

“Caleb…”

“Just leave me alone, Dan. I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.”

He starts walking out but stops at the door before saying, “I know you’ve heard this more than enough times, but if there’s anything that’s bothering you, you can tell me. Anything at all. I just want you to know that.”

He closes the door behind him, and I fall back on my bed. I don’t like arguing with Dan. I guess he does have a point. I’m constantly worrying about my relationship with Mason and feeling like things go wrong because it’s my fault. I think that’s why it was so easy for me to fall for Dean in the first place. He takes over everything, and we’re not actually in a relationship. There’s so much less that I have to worry about when I’m with him.

But Mason can be so sweet. We’ve been together since freshman year, and things have been good until recently. I know he cares about me, and he’s extremely protective. Just because things are getting rough for us now doesn’t mean I should just find someone better. He just becomes so difficult sometimes. Dan is right. I need to accept that things aren’t always my fault.

A thousand thoughts are lingering in my mind right now. I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t talk about this with anyone. I don’t have anyone to turn to. Except one person.

I grab my phone and call the first person that comes to mind. I don’t even think about it. The phone rings for a few seconds before he picks up.

“Hey baby,” Dean says when he answers the phone, “I’ve been waiting all day to hear from you.”

“I know. I was… just waiting for the right time.”

“What’s up?” he says nonchalantly, like he never invited me over to his place.

“I- I just- I wanted to know if… you still wanted me to come over later.”

“Fuck yeah. My parents are gone already. It’s just gonna be me and you.”

“Good. I’ll be there in a couple of hours.”

“Don’t keep me waiting too long. I’ve been saving up a big load for you.”

I chuckle, “I can’t wait.”

“Me neither. Wear something nice and let me know when you’re on your way.”

I agree and hang up. I know I shouldn’t go. I should just stay here and completely cut things off with Dean. Things are remediable with Mason, but I realize something. I shouldn’t apologize. I didn’t do anything wrong. He’s the one who got mad. He’s the one with a temper, and he knows it. I’m done stressing about this, and I’m gonna have fun tonight.

***

I sit in my car outside of Dean’s house, a few minutes past midnight. I’m building up the nerve to go inside and meet him. I already snuck out of the house and made my way here. I just need to be able to walk up his driveway and knock on his door. There’s a deep pit in my stomach that’s making me nervous. The only time we had a night to ourselves was the first time. I hadn’t even seen another man’s dick before, let alone touch one. That’s why Dean moved slowly. But we’ve fooled around a bit more. It’s time to step it up, and I can’t be afraid.

I step out of my car and walk up to the house without pausing until I knock on his door. Every step, I feel more free, and my eagerness begins to emerge. I focus on my feelings for Dean when I was younger. I try to remember how much I wanted him, and how sexy I thought he was. The truth is, I don’t think those feelings ever left me. I just repressed them.

He opens the door, and I’m greeted by such a beautiful sight. He’s wearing a red dress shirt with rolled up sleeves that fit tightly around his large biceps. The shirt’s not buttoned up all the way, and I can see a hint of his chest. He’s wearing dark blue jeans that press tightly against his leg muscles. I can smell cologne, and it’s not too strong but still enough to catch my attention.

I’m not as gussied up as him but still look pretty good. I’m wearing a button-up shirt with short sleeves, khaki pants, and my boots.

Before I can say anything, Dean pulls me inside by my shirt and slams the door. He pushes me against it before our lips collide. I inhale quickly before he attacks my mouth with his violent and lustful kissing. With the small amount of space behind me, he loops his arms around me and places his arms on my lower back. Mine instinctively wrap across his upper back, and our bodies come closer together.

His tongue easily slides into my mouth until it touches mine. His hands grasp me more roughly, and my fingers caress the muscles on his upper back. I feel them tense up and bulge as his arms tighten around me. His cologne smells stronger now, and, combined with his own scent, it’s intoxicating. I want to smell him, to taste him, and to feel him. All of him. His hands start sliding further down until they’re roaming over my ass.

I moan into his mouth, which emits a growl from his own. My hands start traveling to his chest and move slowly down. Every inch of his body feels rock hard and muscular. From his pecs to his abs, it’s no secret that Dean has a beautiful, chiseled body. I can’t imagine the work he put into getting it. All the blood running through his veins and sweat glistening on his tanned, light brown skin.

Mason works out hard too, which is how he’s gained his bulky body. I’ve been there throughout his growth, and I’ve seen Dean’s development too. But I’ve never seen him workout up close. I’ve never seen his muscles bulge as he works them out or his clothes clinging tightly to his skin after a long, sweaty workout. It’s all I can imagine as I feel Dean up. He’s worked so hard to perfect his body. That effort deserves to be acknowledged.

My hands reach his waist. I cusp my hand and run it across the fabric covering his abs. They’re so defined that I can still feel each one through his shirt. As my hands explores more of Dean’s body, he pulls back slightly and bites softly on my lower lip. He gives it a small tug before sucking on it and resuming to kiss me. He gropes my ass and pulls me up, forcing me on my toes. It catches me off guard so I stumble further into him, but I’m not complaining. Instead, I bring my hand down to his crotch and grasp his erection through his jeans.

His jeans are so tight, there’s a clear bulge in them. It’s easy to find his cock and grab onto it. I slide it down slightly and extend my fingers until they reach the gap in his legs where his balls are. I remember how huge they were, and I can feel them as I’m touching his crotch.

He pulls away and laughs, “Well, someone’s eager tonight.”

“Maybe just a little,” I admit shyly.

“Perfect. I need you to be that way.”

He pulls me into a kiss for a few more seconds before telling me to follow him. I trail behind him, expecting that we’re headed to his room. However, he stops in what seems like the kitchen.

“You wanna drink?” he asks.

“Sure.”

He opens his fridge. At first, I think he’s getting water, but he pulls out a six-pack of beer. We’ve drank together a couple of times, but with Mason of course. I can usually hold down my drinks, but it’s been a while since I’ve drank. The last time I did, it didn’t go well. For several reasons.

“Aren’t you parents going to notice that it’s missing?” I try to discourage him.

He laughs, “Relax. It’s not theirs. I got it for us.”

Of course. Someone like Dean is bound to have connections or even a fake ID to get this.

“This is the brand you like. Right?”

I nod. I’m surprised he actually knows that.

“You don’t have to drink if you don’t want to,” he offers.

“It’s alright.”

We walk upstairs to his room. The trip feels a lot shorter this time, and suddenly we’re in his room. My heart is pounding because I don’t know where this will lead, especially with drinking involved. Dean takes out two bottles and hands one to me after taking the cap off. It feels cold against my warm skin, and I immediately feel the condensation as droplets of water begin to form. My grip tightens because I worry the bottle might slip out of my hand from how wet it’s getting.

I look over at Dean, who’s already taking a chug from his own beer. I take a sip now just so I won’t overthink it later. Despite being my favorite beer, I grimace slightly at the flavor. It’s been a long time since I drank. I only drink when I go to parties with Dean and Mason, but I haven’t gone with them in a while. I like the taste, so I’ll get used to it.

“C’mon sit down,” he says as he moves over to his large bed.

I follow. At first, I think we’re going to sit on the edge, but he shuffles to the middle. He’s leaning against the bed frame, and the rest of his body lays against the mattress. I scoot up next to him until our shoulders are touching. He drapes his arm over me while holding the beer in his other hand. There’s so much warmth radiating off of him, and it makes me feel cold. Like I need him more so that I won’t freeze. I lean into him and take another swig before turning to face him.

“So, you came,” he points out. Stating the obvious.

“Well you were being pretty adamant,” I remind him.

“I know, but I guess I figured you’d still make it hard for me,” he raises the bottle to his mouth and swallows the rest of his beer, “Hand me another one.”

The beers are next to me on a drawer beside his bed. As soon as I give it to him, he twists the top of with ease and starts drinking.

“Are you actually gonna enjoy that beer, or are you just trying to get drunk?”

“Trust me. It takes more than a couple of beers to get me drunk, but don’t feel bad just ‘cause you have to take it a few sips at a time.”

I raise my eyebrows. I may be a lightweight when it comes to hard liquor, but I can totally handle this. I finish off the rest of my bottle in one chug and let out a small cough once I’m done.

“Holy shit,” he exclaims, “My bad. I guess you can drink with the big boys.”

I chuckle as I reach over for another bottle. I struggle a bit more to get the cap off, so Dean helps out.

“So… what are we doing?” I question.

“We’re drinking.”

“I know, but what is this? I mean usually we just… get straight to it.”

“Straight to what?” he teases.

“Stop playing dumb. You know what I mean. Why are we just sitting on your bed right now? Drinking? Are you trying to get me drunk or something?”

He laughs and takes another drink from his beer, “Let’s be honest, Caleb. I don’t have to get you drunk to do what I want, and you know it.”

I roll my eyes and scoff even though he’s not entirely wrong. My self-control goes to shit when I’m around him. Drinking would only quicken the process.

“I just wanna start off a bit slow. I know you said we usually get straight to the sexy stuff, and trust me, I can’t wait ‘til we get there. But I wanna relax for a couple minutes.”

We both drink and stay quiet for a couple of seconds before I say, “Tell me something.”

“What?”

“Have you really never been with a guy before?”

He smirks, “Not until you.”

“So what? You just suddenly started liking guys out of nowhere.”

“Well, you to be more specific,” he clarifies.

“I don’t get it. How does some hot straight guy, who sleeps with a different girl each week, just suddenly feel an attraction to me?”

“Is that really what you think of me?”

“I’ve known you since middle school, Dean. It’s not what I think. It’s what I know. Now answer my question.”

“What question?”

“Why me? I don’t get it. If you were really that curious about guys, you could have found someone else, who’s a lot more… experienced and interesting than me. Maybe someone who wasn’t dating your best friend.”

He laughs, “You really need to stop getting caught up on that. Don’t worry about Mason.”

I almost cringe at the sound of his name. Like by saying it, he’ll suddenly appear.

“And you shouldn’t be so modest, Caleb. You’re fucking hot.”

I blush. He’s so blunt about his thoughts, but it’s not like I have a problem with it.

“I mean it. Everything about you just turns me on. From your face,” his fingers graze their way across my face from my cheeks to my chin, “To that perfect, tight ass.”

“I don’t even know what I’m doing half the time,” I admit.

“I don’t care. I love it, actually. You’re so innocent but eager. I bet your tight hole tightens up every time I touch you.”

He places his hand on my inner thigh, causing my leg to flinch. He’s not entirely wrong. Anytime he touches me, I just lose control and want him even more.

He leaves his hand on my thigh and begins to stroke it. “Alright, my turn.”

“For what?” I ask.

“To ask some questions.”

“What? We’re not playing a game, Dean.”

“I know we’re not, but you got to ask me some questions. This has gotta be fair. So, first question, why are still with Mason?”

“Seriously?”

“You guys haven’t fucked for all the time you’ve been together, and you’re obviously ready for it. So why stay with him?”

“Because…” I stammer, unsure of how I should answer, “I care about him, and I wanna wait for him.”

“So then why do you keep coming back to me?” he pushes.

“I don’t know.” I have no idea how I’m supposed to answer that.

His grip on my thigh tightens and he leans in, “Tell me the truth. I wanna know.”

I turn to look at him. His face is just a few inches from mine. There’s no kindness or sincerity on it. Only seductiveness and intent. However, it still draws me in. It brings the truth out of me.

“I like how you make me feel,” I mumble.

“What was that?” I’m sure he heard, but he wants me to admit it louder.

“I like how you make me feel,” I say more clearly, “It’s exciting and new. I feel so wanted, and I can’t get enough of you.”

“So, you’ve never cheated before?”

A memory flashes in my mind, but I’m ashamed of it. It was completely insignificant, and I don’t even know if I can call it cheating. “No.”

He smiles, “Liar.”

“Just drop it,” I insist, “Please.”

“Fine but answer this then. Why don’t you just break up with Mason?”

I stare at him in shock, “Why would I do that?”

“Do you actually love him?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Caleb, you can do a lot better than him. Maybe even find a guy that has the balls to fuck you. I doubt it’d even be that hard for you.”

“Oh my god,” I exasperate, “Do you not have any boundaries?”

“C’mon. At this point, there aren’t any boundaries between us. So answer.”

“I’m not gonna break up with Mason. We have a lot of good times together. Despite what you think, there are other ways to have fun besides sex.”

“Anything that doesn’t result in sex sounds pretty boring to me.”

I roll my eyes, “Okay, that’s enough for you. My turn.”

“I thought this wasn’t a game,” he mocks.

“It’s not. I’m just curious about some things.”

“Shoot.” He chugs the rest of his bottle and notions for another one.

I hand it to him and ask, “Have you ever been interested in any other guys besides me?”

“I mean, I guess I notice guys’ bodies more now, but I’m not really interested in them like I am in you.”

“Not even Mason?”

He almost spills his beer as he bursts out laughing. “Mason? Are you fucking serious?”

“You can at least admit he’s hot,” I point out, “He has a great body. And you guys have been friends for so long. Why not try things out with someone you know well?”

“First of all, I’m pretty sure Mason’s scared of his own cock. We’d get nowhere. And besides, we’re both too similar. He’s a dominant guy and so am I. Things wouldn’t go well if we’re both calling the shots.”

I guess he makes sense. I always wondered, but either way, I can’t imagine Dean and Mason together sexually.

“Why do you ask? Fantasizing about a threesome?”

My face goes red. I remember that fantasy I had in the shower, which changed between Dean and Mason doing things to me. I felt their bodies and tongues against mine. It wasn’t at the same time, but it was so close.

“No. I just always wondered.”

“Alright, fair enough. Now, back to me, and I want a straight up answer,” he emphasizes.

I finish off the rest of my beer and place it on the dresser before saying, “What?”

“Who’s hotter? Me or Mason?”

My eyes widen. Fuck. “I’m not answering that.”

“Uh-uh. No bullshit. Tell me what you think.”

I think about the two of them. Physically. Mason’s got the bigger body and physique. He’s taller and has larger muscles. He has a nice, meaty ass that comes as a result of his large body. His blue eyes easily suck me in, and his lips are so full that I just want them on me all the time. He has soft but masculine features that are so comforting.

But Dean’s features are a lot sharper. His muscles are extremely cut and easy to spot from a mile away. From his arms, to his abs, to his legs. He has a nice ass too that’s perked up from working out every muscle in his body. He has a perfect jawline that I can glide my fingers across. His green eyes bore into me like they’re studying me. It’s so hard to pull away from his gaze. He uses his entire body to attract someone, and it’s like he’s hypnotizing me.

“You,” it slips out. I can’t take it back.

“Good,” he reaches over to place his bottle next to mine. I can smell his cologne much more now, and despite not touching me, I can feel the warmth from his body. Once he sits back, he turns my face to his and starts kissing me.

I taste the beer on his breath. It’s lost its bitter taste by mixing with Dean’s lips and tongue. I want more of it. More of him. I can’t distinguish between the two right now. He’s breathing so hard as we kiss that the alcohol on his breath feels a lot stronger. I’m so lost in this daze that it feels like an eternity before our mouths pull apart.

“Fuck. Drinking makes me horny.”

“You’re always horny.”

“Maybe it’s time you help me do something about it.”

I know I’m not drunk, but I feel relaxed. There’s isn’t any doubt in me right now. It’s a good feeling. I don’t want to think about anything. I want to act on my emotions.

“Tell me.”

“Take your clothes off.”

I get off the bed and start to take my clothes off. He watches while I slowly unbutton my shirt and let it slide off my shoulders until it hits the floor. Goosebumps form on my upper body from my nerves and the cool feeling taking me over.

All the time I spent worrying about what to wear becomes irrelevant as each article of clothing comes off my body. I take my socks and shoes off, followed by my pants. The rate of my heartbeat quickens as I undress. I try to not to look at him, but I know his eyes haven’t left me once. Before I know it, I’m standing in my briefs, which are a blue and white striped pattern. I feel myself getting hard and notice a lump growing in Dean’s own pants.

“Take my clothes off now,” he commands.

He stays lying in bed, and before I reach over and begin to take off his shirt, I reconsider. I crawl onto the bed, and he begins to open his mouth. Before he says anything, I straddle his lap. His crotch digs into my ass, and he lifts his hips slightly to hump me. I react by pushing my ass softly onto him. I raise my hands to the first button on his shirt.

I start unbuttoning it as he lays back with his arms behind his head. He’s biting his lip as my fingers fiddle with the material. I lean down and kiss his neck, causing a moan to escape his lips. I leave enough space between us so that I can still open his shirt. One of his hands begins to stroke the back of my head. He guides it to the other side of his neck, which has been completely covered by my mouth by the time I finish unbuttoning his shirt.

I pull both sides of them open to see more of his body. His pecs are rising softly while his abs contract. My hands run down his muscles and soon my mouth follows their direction. My lips graze his hard, muscular skin, and my tongue even makes small strokes as I worship his body. There’s a slight salty taste, but I like it.

My eyes are closed, but I can feel the crevice between his large pecs along with the light amount of hair that covers his chest. My tongue flicks upward before it encircles his left nipple. He stifles a groan, and I run my tongue across it before sucking on it. His hand grabs a fistful of my hair, which he pulls on slightly so that my mouth won’t move. He waits a few seconds before moving me to his right nipple, and my mouth repeats the same process.

I reach his abs. I lick the crevice between each one until I’m sure they’re shining. My lips touch every one of his abs and the area around them. He’s breathing loudly, and his moans encourage me to continue pleasing him.

My mouth keeps moving downward, and I know I won’t stop. I don’t want to. My mouth reaches the fabric of his jeans. Until today, my mouth has never touched anything below his lower body. However, I’m still feeling that recklessness, which corrupts my decisions. I scoot further down and bury face into his crotch. My mouth tries to feel his cock through his jeans, and I lick his pants. There’s too much covering his cock, and I’m desperate for more access.

I kneel and tug on his belt. My fingers shake, but I manage to unbuckle it. He lifts his body so that I can pull it from underneath him. I go for his pants next and immediately unbutton them before pulling down his zipper. A lump starts to rise from the opening, and my hands shake their way to the waistband of his pants. I pull them back until I have to stand up from the bed and tug them off of his legs. They’re so tight, but it’s mostly because of all the muscle in his legs and ass. When they drop to the ground, I look up at him. His red shirt is hanging open. His legs are spread apart with tube socks running halfway up to his knees, and the tight pair of black briefs looking like they’re about to rip. I can clearly see the bulge and outline of his dick.

I look up at him, and it’s like he’s instructing me what to do with his eyes. I crawl back in between his legs and lower my face towards his junk. I inhale deeply, and even though he clearly cleaned himself up earlier, there’s a potent smell that I consume. It’s not gross, but it’s overwhelming and a sign of his manhood. There’s so much testosterone pouring off his body.

“Fuck,” he breathes when I place my mouth on the fabric covering his balls. I start from the bottom and lick and suck on his briefs. I dampen the cloth as I move my mouth up over the length of his dick. It takes a minute before I can reach what has to be the head. His cock is already huge as it is, but the head is big and much thicker than the rest of his cock. I kiss it through the cotton and suck on it. I feel my hunger growing

Suddenly, Deans grabs my chin and tilts it up as he leans forward. His tongue splits my lips open and slides into my mouth. His hand moves to the back of my neck, and I feel him squeezing the area. I moan, and he bites on my lower lip before tugging back and licking his tongue across my lips.

He stares straight into my eyes and whispers, “That’s enough foreplay. Suck my cock.”

He lays back down, and my face is thrust into his crotch. It’s time. I breathe in deeply. My fingers hook the waistband of his underwear and slowly pull them down. I can see the thick base of his cock begin to appear. He’s recently shaved, which surprises me. It’s not like hairiness would have bothered me, but I’m sure with girls he does a lot more maintenance, which he’s probably grown used to.

It’s incredible how slow time passes as I peel his tight briefs off. Maybe it just feels long because his dick is huge, causing me to take more time as I uncover it. His dick is rock hard and jutting upwards strongly, so I have to put in extra effort to take them off. Once the fabric slides over the head, his entire cock flicks up harshly and almost smacks me in the face.

After bouncing up and down for a few seconds, his dick points straight at me, like it’s waiting to be taken into my mouth. It is. I drool onto his cock and rub the saliva across his length. It’s warm, and I can feel the veins across every inch pulsating with horniness. I look up at Dean, and I can tell he’s getting impatient. It’s now or never.

I lean down and lick the drops of precum dripping out of his cock. That immediately elicits a moan from his mouth. All I can taste is the liquid, so I’m still not sure what to expect. Each drop dissolves in my mouth, and I begin to roll my tongue around the head of his cock.

His breathing gets louder, but he’s calm. He’s probably had enough blowjobs that this is a feeling he’s used to. But this is the first time he’s had a guy suck his dick.

My mouth lowers, and I feel his cock hit the roof of mouth so I have to wrap it around his dick now. I don’t really notice a distinctive taste, except for a bit of saltiness. However, that doesn’t stop me tasting more of his cock. Only my eagerness to please him keeps me going.

I go down an inch further and roll my tongue around his length to the best of my ability. As his dick travels deeper into my mouth, my tongue rotates around it and flicks up, down, and across every part I can touch. I can feel small bumps on my tongue, which must be veins, and he raises his lower body slightly to push his cock further in. I’m not even at the halfway point when I gag. Saliva pools in my mouth from the reflex, and my eyes begin to tear up. I slowly pull my mouth up.

The head of his cock is covered in my spit. It’s shining, and a white ring of saliva, where my mouth stopped, drips down his dick. I bite my lips and rub my tongue on the roof of my mouth. Just the faint taste of his cock keeps me from second guessing, and I go back for more. I’m quicker this time. My mouth wraps around the head and slides down. My tongue wiggles and swirls around his penis like an oversized candy. It’s the sweetest one I’ve tasted.

Before I can choke again, my hand wraps around the base of his cock and strokes it. The saliva that’s dripping out of my mouth helps my hand to move more smoothly. My mouth moves back up, and I take in a deep breath before taking his dick back into my mouth.

I try to move a bit more vigorously. My mouth follows the motion of my hand, so that they’re bobbing up and down at the same rate. My mouth covers the first few inches of his cock, while my hand covers the rest. My spit is soon coating his entire cock, and I’m slurping hungrily on his meat. I moan and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I feel like a mindless being as I continue this rhythm of sucking his dick. All I want is to suck and taste his cock.

“Fuck babe,” he groans as his hand slithers around the back of my neck, “Keep going.”

I feel a slight shove and reach the same point I did last time before gagging. This time I keep myself from doing so and try to pull back up, but Dean’s hand keeps me in place. Suddenly, I feel another push and his dick starts to brush my throat. I cough, which makes my hand slide off his cock and lean on the bed to maintain balance. However, it also causes me to tilt further down, and his dick jabs the back my throat.

A mixture of gagging and coughing erupts from my mouth. It combines into a sputtering noise that’s muffled from having his dick lodged in my mouth. I muster enough strength to pull of his cock and start gasping for air. Lines of spit are connected between my mouth and his cock, but they break apart and dribble down my chin. I don’t even bother to wipe it off since I’m so desperate for breath right now.

Dean’s hand pushes me back down, and my mouth instinctively opens. I try to take it at my own pace, but Dean continues to push my head down. I stop when I feel it hitting my throat, and I gag on his meat again. I remain in that position since Dean can’t push me hard enough to keep moving. Instead, he pulls me back up by the hair. Before his cock slides out of my mouth, he pushes me back down to the same position. My tongue slides up and down in the same motion. I suck on his dick with more force, and my mouth tightens around it. He repeats the process a few more times, and each time, I feel him pulling harder on my hair so he can get back to pushing down again. I gag each time my mouth reaches its stopping point, and my body convulses. Dean clearly loves seeing that happen to me.

“Go faster,” he instructs.

His hands slam my face down a bit further, and I let out another cough. He finally lets go, but I’ve accustomed to our rhythm so I slide back up. I follow the same movement that he was forcing me to follow and try my best not to slow down. It’s hard for me to take his entire cock, so I’m only able to suck a few inches. My hand covers what my mouth can’t, but I keep gagging from trying to take in as much as I can.

His dick is wet with my saliva, and my hands and the area around my mouth start getting coated as well. I moan while still having his dick lodged in my throat, and Dean runs his hands softly through my hair. He lets out loud breaths and groans occasionally, which fuels my lust.

My mouth slides off his cock, and I lower my face so I can look up at it. It’s so big, and I wonder whether I’ll ever be able to fit it all in my mouth. Dean grabs his cock and flicks it up before using it to slap me in the face. It smacks me with a wet plop and drops of saliva splatter onto my face. He raises his dick one more time and smacks it on me again. He rolls his dick across my face. It gets wet and sticky, but I don’t even care. I love the feeling. I lick my lips to taste the mix of saliva and precum.

“Mmm, such a good boy,” he says in a sultry voice, “Look up at me.”

My focus moves from his dick to his eyes. He directs his cock back into my mouth, “Make me cum.”

I keep bobbing up and down his cock and stroke the part that I can’t reach with my hands. I move much more quickly and tighten my grip on his cock. I can tell he likes hearing me gag on his cock, so I try to take more of it in. I don’t get much further than before, but I do choke. He bites his lips when he sees a tear form in the corner of my eye. They’re watery, and when I blink, a few tears stroll down my cheek.

“Fuck,” he groans, and he pulls my head back until my mouth is off his cock.

He grabs his dick and strokes it quickly. I look at the head pulsing, and before I can do anything, ropes of cum shoot at my face. His dick spasms, and his semen flies everywhere. Spurts of cum land on my cheek, my hair, my lips, my forehead. It’s so much. My face was already covered in spit, but I can feel the warmth of his cum covering certain parts. It feels like a full minute before the last couple of drops roll down his cock. He lets out a final groan, and I lick the cum that’s on his cock to clean it up.

I look around to find something to wipe my face with. I put one foot on the ground. Suddenly, Dean grabs me and throws me on my back. I bounce on the bed, and my head hits the mattress with a strong force. It dizzies me, and I can’t sit up.

Dean gets on top of me, “We’re not done yet.”

Two of his fingers slip into my mouth, and I suck on them hungrily. He pushes them far into my mouth to the point that I’m gagging. They’re nowhere near as thick as his cock, but the pressure from his hand is causing me to choke. However, I want my spit covering as much of his fingers as possible because I know what he’s going to do next.

His fingers plop out of my mouth, and with his free hand, Dean grabs the hem of my briefs and yanks them down. It’s such a harsh pull that I think they’ll tear, but they reach my knees in one piece.

He flips me onto my stomach and slaps my ass hard. I yelp in response, and my body jumps forward. He pins me down by straddling the back of my legs before massaging the part of my ass that he smacked. He rubs it gently before tugging and pawing at my flesh. Soon he’s spreading my ass open, and I can feel the spit from my mouth that’s still on his fingers rubbing onto me.

“Such a perfect ass,” he groans.

I feel a wetness sliding into my hole. At first I think that it’s Dean’s fingers, but he’s still spreading my hole open. I realize it must be his spit, and something about knowing that makes it so hot. I feel his finger poking at the entrance to my ass, and I moan softly. He leans over until his body is hovering over me. His head is above mine, and I feel his warm breath on the back of my neck.

I can feel more of his weight as he lowers his body onto me, “I wanna fuck you so bad, Caleb.”

I don’t know how to respond. I’m not ready for that even though I want it. Then I think of Mason. He should be my first, but I’ve already crossed so many lines. I keep telling myself that I have control, but how far am I willing to go?

Suddenly, Dean’s fingers slide inside me. It’s only two of them, but I can feel them stretching me out.

“Oh fuck, Dean,” I moan as he makes his way further inside me.

“That’s it, baby, say my name,” he whispers into my ear. He bites on my ear playfully.

“Dean,” I say again.

He pushes his hand forward with full force, and I groan as his knuckles slam into my ass. His fingers curl inside me, and I bite my lip trying not to whimper. He pulls his fingers out until his tips are grazing my sphincter before slamming them back in. I let out a small grunt as he repeats the process of finger fucking me. He raises his body, and I can feel his head adjusting above me.

“Mmm, I love the way your ass shakes.” He spanks me again with his free hand. I bite my lips, and his fingers start pummeling inside me quicker and harder. My eyes roll back. There’s a mixture of pain and pleasure, and even though it hurts, I need more.

I gasp deep breaths of air to keep myself from screaming in lust, “Oh my god, don’t stop.”

After another minute of his finger fucking, he slides out of me. I whimper from the absence until I feel his fingers scooping up cum that’s smeared on my face. Once he has enough, his fingers slide into my ass. The cum has cooled down, and my body shivers from the strange sensation. However, I’m turned on by the idea of having his cum inside me.

“I bet you can’t wait ‘til I nut a fresh load inside you.”

I moan in agreement. Dean pulls his fingers out of me and grabs onto my hips before flipping me on my back.

“Jack yourself off,” he commands as his fingers slip into me again.

I oblige and once his fingers are buried deep inside me, he leans over to make out.

“Fuck. You’re so tight,” he moans into my mouth.

I moan in agreement. I can feel the pain from my hole being stretched out, but it’s amazing. It’s so hard to believe this is happening. Dean’s fingering me and his lips are on mine. He won’t stop telling me all the things that he likes about me. He won’t stop saying how much he wants me. I didn’t realize how much I needed that from another man.

That’s what Dean is. A man. He knows how to please me. He knows exactly what he wants, and he’s not afraid to go after it. I desperately want to give in to whatever he wants. These thoughts would normally scare me, but right now my sexual senses are in overdrive. My hand tightens its grip around my cock, and I start cumming.

I let out a deep groan as Dean bites on lower lip. This feels perfect.

***

I can’t stop kissing him. After he made me cum, Dean and I talked for a while, but we quickly got back to fooling around. He wouldn’t keep his hands off me, and his touch easily makes me bend to his will. Either way, it’s not like I don’t want to. I love this exploring. I love pleasing him.

His body rubs so eagerly against mine, and I can feel his hard cock throbbing against my leg. Even though I had a hard time sucking him off, I already want to do it again. But right now, my lips are preoccupied with his. He’s on top of me, holding me in place. My arms loop around his back and I hold him closer.

His mouth quickly moves across my face. From my lips to my ears to my neck. I bite my lips as he kisses my neck softly and traces his tongue across it. I’m lost in the sensation until a familiar pain pulls me out of it. His teeth graze my skin until they start pushing harder against it.

“Dean, no!” I exclaim as I shove him off me.

He chuckles, “What the fuck was that?”

“I already told you not to do that.” I sit up and feel the part of my neck where he started to bite me. I don’t think he bit me hard enough to leave any marks.

He sits up and starts rubbing my neck gently “Do what?”

He kisses my neck softly. I start feeling more relaxed, but I know he’s trying to pull the focus away from what he did. He doesn’t even sound clueless, and the look on his face lets me know that he knew exactly what he was doing.

I stand up from the bed and walk towards my clothes. “You can’t leave any marks on me. Mason might see them.”

He exasperates and rolls his eyes before laying back down. “Calm down, Caleb. I wasn’t gonna bite you that hard.”

“So then you knew what you were doing?”

“What?” he acts confused.

“I swear to God you’re a psychopath.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Do you even realize how manipulative you are?”

“Manipulative? That’s kind of dramatic.”

“Do you even realize how you are? You gave me hickeys. You’re always dropping these hints about us around Mason, and you put me in these situations that could get us in trouble.”

“I thought you liked that.”

“You get off of fucking with my head and messing with Mason. How can you honestly think I like that? It’s annoying.”

“Stop pretending Caleb,” he asserts as he walks over and towers over me, “You like the dominance. You like having someone tell you what to do and how to do it. Isn’t that why you came here to tonight and gave me exactly what I wanted?”

He puts his hand on my cheek and brushes his thumb across my mouth. I push it away.

“I’m not just some fuck toy for you to use whenever you’re horny.”

“C’mon babe. Don’t be like that. You know you’re more to me than just that.”

He pulls my body towards him, and I breath his scent in. His body feels so warm, and he smells so good. His words hit me just right, but the doubt lingers in the back of my mind. He’s manipulating me. It’s what he does. Every time I get mad, he pulls something like this.

“I’m going home.”

“What the fuck? It’s like three in the morning.”

“I don’t care,” I say as I put my clothes on, “I can’t be here.”

I quickly put on my clothes before he can gather himself. I don’t think he thought I was serious until I reach for my shoes.

“C’mon,” he grabs my arm as I begin to put them on. I immediately shake him off.

“I have a choice in what we do, and I can stop whenever I want.”

He laughs and stands me up to face him, “You really think you can resist me?”

I stare up at his toned, muscled body. He’s sexy enough with clothes, and right now, standing naked in front of me, he knows how amazing he looks.

He pushes me against his dresser until I feel his legs pressing against my crotch. I lean forward into his body, and he does the same before saying in a low tone, “Now take off these clothes, and get in bed.”

I softly flip us around so that he’s on the dresser and I’m in front him. I grab ahold of his dick and squeeze it, causing him to moan. I kiss his upper chest and neck, and I hear a sigh of relief. He thinks he has me. His hands slide down my back until they reach my ass. He gropes it roughly.

My lips move across his neck and jawline before reaching his ear. He has quick breaths as I plant small kisses across his skin. I stop and tug on his earlobe before whispering the word, “No.”

His face pulls away and turns to look at me. Before he can say anything, I let go of his dick and yank his hands off me. I grab my other shoe before storming out of his room.

***

I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. My hand darts out from under the cover to ignore the call, but it starts ringing again just a few seconds later. I groan and shuffle around to uncover myself. The first thing I notice as I groggily move around is that there’s broad daylight outside. I don’t normally stay in late, but I didn’t get home until about 3:30. On top of that, I stayed up thinking about Dean. My obsession for him follows me everywhere and even makes it painful for me to sleep because I know I’ll dream of him.

However, those thoughts are quickly cast aside when I lift my phone to my face. It’s Mason. I suddenly remember our last argument and how upset we were with each other. I contemplate whether I should answer, but I know that I shouldn’t be petty right now. I need to remember how much I care for him.

“Mason,” I say when I answer the phone.

“Hey,” he replies, “Thanks for answering.”

“Of course. I’m really happy you called.”

“Really?” he questions.

I assure him, “I’m sorry about yesterday. Things really got out of hand.”

“I know. And that’s mostly my fault. I honestly feel horrible.”

“Me too.”

But where is my guilt coming from? From our argument? Or from what I did with Dean.

“Are you home right now?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Can you let me in? I was gonna ring the doorbell, but I didn’t want your brother to answer.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

I feel so relieved that I didn’t stay at Dean’s house now. I don’t know what I could’ve told Mason had I not been in the house. However, I don’t need to worry about that. I’m here, and so is my boyfriend. I just need to focus on us.

I open the door to see Mason. A smile immediately appears on his face, “Hey.”

I hug him, and it’s not one of our normal hugs. I embrace him and wish that we could just stay like this. That people like my brother and Dean weren’t around to make things hard for us. Mason wraps his arms around me and pulls my body in closer. I breathe in his scent and it’s so good. It lingers in my senses. I finally give him a quick kiss before letting him inside. We walk over to my room.

“Is your brother here?” he asks as we sit on my bed.

“Yeah, but I’m sure he’s still asleep.”

“Alright,” he responds.

We both remained quiet. I don’t know what else to add. I just want to know where his head is at.

“Mason, I need to know something.”

He sighs, “What’s up?”

One of us had to start this conversation despite knowing it was not going to be a pleasant one.

“Why did it bother you so much that Dan thought you hit me?”

“Because it’s not true,” he snaps.

I’m taken aback by his suddenness, but he notices my reaction and settles down.

“I mean, if I’m being honest, it pisses me off that people see me that way.”

“What way?”

“Like I’m some violent person that just goes around looking for someone to beat the crap out of. I know that I get in a lot of fights, but that’s not who I am.”

I guess I never thought of it that way. Mason had a reputation for being a combative person. Whether it be through fighting with students or arguing with his teachers, people knew how easy it was for him to snap, but I never focused on that.

“I don’t see you that way at all, Mason,” I point out.

“I know you don’t,” he admits, “That’s why I love you.”

He mumbled the last part, but it was still loud enough for me to hear him. I’m kind of shocked. He’s usually not that honest with his feelings. He’ll tell me he loves me, but the affection tends to stop there.

“I love you too, Mason.”

He cups my face in his hand, “I mean it though, Caleb. You don’t deserve to see that side of me, but even when you do, you ignore it.”

“Because you’re more than that. I know it and you should too.”

“Thanks babe.”

He draws me in for a kiss. It’s a soft collision at first. I can only feel his soft lips as they rub against mine. His tongue carefully slips in between my lips, and it swirls around my tongue as he kisses me gently. Then I feel his hand rise to my cheek again, and I bring mine up to intertwine with it. His hand is as soft as his lips. I don’t want to let it go. Just like I don’t want my mouth to leave his.

Eventually our lips part, but I can still taste him on my mouth. I don’t want him to leave, but I know Dan is going to keep interrupting us once he’s awake.

“Let’s go out,” I suggest, “I don’t wanna be in here all day.”

“Yeah, sure. You wanna go to the movies?”

“That’d be fun.”

After I get ready, we head out. I drive us to the movies, and I text Dan about my plans beforehand just so he won’t freak out. I find myself feeling less guilty about Dean, which is strange. Usually when I’m with Mason, I can’t stop thinking about how bad I feel for what I’m doing behind his back. Right now, it’s not bothering me as much. I don’t know how long it’ll last.

When we get to the theater, we go to one of the machines to buy our tickets. I’m about to pay for them, but Mason swipes his card before I can even take mine out.

“Mason, I was gonna pay.” I don’t like it when he spends money on us since his dad gives him so little.

“It’s alright babe. I have enough. Besides, I might start making some money soon.”

“What do you mean?”

“I forgot to tell you yesterday, but remember those job applications I put in a few weeks ago?”

I nod.

“I actually have an interview tomorrow. After school.”

I smile and hug him. “That’s awesome. Hopefully it goes well.”

“I know, but let’s head inside. I’ll tell you more about it.”

We both spend the rest of the day together. After the movie, we head over to the park. Mason’s really excited and nervous about his interview. I reassure him he’ll do great, which I’m sure he will. Dan only checks up on me once to ask when I’ll be back home. I’m surprised he didn’t go out looking for me or called me nonstop. I guess he felt bad after yesterday.

Dean calls me a few times, but I send all his calls to voicemail. I’m so far gone with him now. I can’t ever tell Mason. At this point, what we’ve done isn’t a mistake. If I come clean to Mason, there’s no way he’ll forgive me. I can’t even lie to myself about not going back to Dean. It’s just a matter of when we’ll be alone together again.

On Monday, things are just as normal. I make sure I’m not alone with Dean at all, and I barely look at him. I sit next to Mason at all times. Dean seems to get frustrated, but Mason doesn’t pick up on it. Before French class, I lie to my teacher that I have a really bad headache just so I can go to the nurse’s office. I’ve had her for three years and have never asked to go before, so she believes me.

I don’t know why I’m working so hard to avoid Dean. We’ve messed around before, and I obviously can’t keep avoiding him. But I want to prove that I can distance myself from him and that he doesn’t have complete control over me. However, it feels like I’m putting so much effort into this. I can’t ignore him for long.

After my last class, I take Mason to his interview. He insisted that he could get there on his own, but I didn’t let him. I wish him luck and tell him to call me afterwards so I could pick him up. I don’t know how long his interview is going to be, so I head home until then.

I walk inside my room and see a figure laying on my bed. I flinch and almost trip back before realizing it’s Dean.

“How the fuck did you get in my house?” I yell at him.

“Your window’s pretty easy to open.”

“What if Dan was home, or what if Mason had come home with me?”

“I knew your brother was staying for tutoring, and Mason told me about his interview earlier.”

“Get out. I don’t want you here.”

“I don’t believe that. Besides, we have a lot to talk about.”

“What?” I exasperate.

“You’re ignoring me,” he points out, “I don’t like it.”

“Okay, well too bad. Deal with it.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “You know, you keep saying that I’m the one that’s playing around but look at what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?” I snap.

“One minute you’re at my house, on your knees, sucking my cock. The next you’re off with Mason, running around like you’re the most loyal boyfriend in the world.”

“What’s it to you either way? If you’re so into me, why do you need to cause this much trouble?”

“Because it’s fun. It’s not like I’m actually gonna get us caught. But doing stuff with you excites the hell out of me. This shit isn’t just new to you. And knowing you’re supposed to be in love with Mason just makes it even better.”

“I am in love with him.”

“Right,” he retorts.

“Is Mason even your best friend? Do you even care what you’re doing to him?”

“Grow up, Caleb. I don’t care about all this best friend bullshit. I care about what I want, and that’s you.”

I’m standing face to face with him again. He grabs onto my hips and pulls me forward harshly until I stumble into him.

“You’re right. Maybe there’ll be times when you can stop and tell me no. But we both know that eventually you’ll cave in and come back.”

He leans closer until his mouth is right up against my ear, “I can already tell this is one of those moments.”

Even though I’m in his embrace, his kiss takes me by surprise. My first instinct is to pull away, but his arms are wrapped so tightly around me, I can’t even shuffle. I can’t move myself. I kiss him back and my arms drape over his shoulders and cling to him. I hear a low growl in his voice as his kiss grows rougher.

His arms begin to loosen up, and I feel his mouth breathing hot air against my ear. I breathe in deeply to take in his scent, and my body almost goes limp.

“Now. If you’re done being a tease, get on your knees and suck my fucking cock.”

He kisses my neck, and I whimper in agreement. He places pressure on my shoulders, and my legs were already feeling so weak that I fall to my knees. My face collides with his crotch. I look up at him, and he staring down intently. From where I am, he looks so strong and authoritative. I’m realize how much I do enjoy being in a submissive position.

“Get to it.”

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