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In my twenties  I was helping out at a  store  in a City about 40 miles from home.   Having no transport of my own at that time in my life, couldn’t even drive,  I stayed over each month in a small flat provided by the company that employed me.  Being allowed a week home every 4 weeks with train ticket provided.    The evenings after work and all day Sunday being quite boring, as the area where my flat was, wasn’t exactly rich in entertainment  potential.    I was discussing, one lunchtime, with the only other male salesman at the store where I was based, knowing he lived not far from me.   

He explained he was part of an amateur Rugby club, with training a couple of evenings a week and games mainly on a Sunday at a field, walking distance from his and my flats.   The benefit is not only the training and the Rugby keep you fit, but they have a good social side after training, and  they are a nice group of guys too.    I signed up and trained and played with them all the time I was based at the City store.    After a few games and a particularly nasty tackle, I found  my groin was giving me trouble.   I asked my mate for advice, as a professional  physiotherapists fees were way above my meagre salary.    He suggested a retired  physio  who had been responsible for the local first division football team for many years and now semi retired, did occasional therapy from a spare room at home.   He charged nothing like the professionals,  so I decided to give him a try.   I rang and arranged an appointment for  the half day closing day.

I  had a pleasant walk to the physios house, as it was a lovely afternoon and only about half a mile from my flat.   It was one of those  semi detached Victorian villa type houses, I rang the bell  and  was admitted  by an elderly lady, who showed me into a very sunny front parlour,  take a seat I will tell my husband your here.   I sat down and surveyed my surroundings, there were the usual  family pics of grandchildren , I presumed andtheir parents. But on the mantlepiece were two familiar faces  I immediately recognized, one  a well known boxer, wearing just a pair of the underpants he was I presume sponsored to wear and advertise, a French firm only just then gaining their popularity. The other  a young coloured footballer sat on a massage bench who appeared to be naked as couldn’t see any sign of underwear, his legs bent up in such away that they obscured his tackle so to speak.   I remember thinking how brave he was to have such a picture taken.

The door opened and an elderly guy of approx. early 60s  but still quite an athletic build on him, greeted me and showed me up a flight of typical long stairs and into a rear long bedroom.  a window at the rear of the room,  showed a long vista of a garden and beyond fields,  as far as the eye could see.    My eyes looked at the walls as they were covered in more photos of many famous and no so famous athletes, on his table and also pictured with him.  A lot of the males  were just in briefs or holding a towel to obscure their tackle,  some face down naked exposing theit buttocks and crack, as Jeff , the guy worked on them.     

I was told to strip to my briefs and sit on the couch when ready, which I did, although a bit self conscious,  in my nylon Adam briefs of a lemon shade, popular at the time,  though quite revealing, showing a visible outline of my young cock and balls.    Now then said Jeff whats the problem?  I explained about the strain and he proceeded  to press  on my upper thighs  asking if this or that hurt.   I answered with a negative, so his hands went higher, right into my crotch, to the right and left of my balls, when he touched the right side I winced and let out a small ouch!   Thats the problem, Jeff said touching the tender spot again.     I will need you to remove these he said for treatment pulling at the elastic of my briefs,  I can get you a towel from the bathroom if you need to.   

No its fine I said removing them and dropping them to the floor.   Right lie back for me,  open your legs to the sides of the bed and lets get you sorted.    I did as instructed, feeling rather exposed  as  my balls cock and arse were all on full view to him.    He got  an oil spray and sprayed it over my  upper thighs and groin some of it covering my cock,   he then proceeded  to massage it in to the area,  firmly rubbing it up and into my groin area brushing my balls  and brushing the tip of my cut cock, which suddenly started to develop  a mind of its own, and was starting to stiffen, even though I tried it was springing into life,  till was fully erect standing there like a flagpole, I could feel my face going red as being cut  I could feel precum appearing on the tip.   Jeff continued rubbing hard into the groin, my cock swaying left to right as he rubbed,   the drip of precum was now forming a stream down my bell end over the ridge and continuing down to the base of my shaft.     

Suddenly  Jeff gripped the shaft and I moaned, and his other hand continued rubbing in my groin,  I felt my shaft start to pulse at his firm grip,  you ok,   said Jeff seeing my red embarrassed face,  don’t worry its quite normal,  Id be worried if it didn’t get like that in a young stud like you!   Ill sort that out for you later, I think I need you a couple of times the tendons are quite knotted and need relaxing, and I can sort you that out, but will take a couple more sessions then it will be right as rain.   

Ok I said  and it will cost you less as this was the assessment , now I now thew problem it will just be treatment next time.   He then had me stand up naked and felt all over starting from my neck and shoulders,  my cock still standing bolt hard out in front,  his hands slid down over my neck over my chest circling my nipples which were standing hard, down my six pack and my pubis ,either side of my groin my cock twitched as he passed near it and then he kneeed and followed to my ankles my cock right by his face.     

He looked straight at it and up at me, and smiled and his tongue touched and licked the precum ozzing from the tip,   he looked up at me again as though asking permission,  I nodded and he started to lick the entire tip in a circling action with his tongue,  miming me not to moan, by placing a finger on his lips, and looking toward the door as if to say his wife downstairs.   I nodded as he continued to work on my hard cock, I was in heaven,  Id wanked it and a friend in my teens had once hasd it in his mouth. but nothing like this master, after giving my bell attention he continued, down my shaft, teasing with his tongue all   the length then when reaching my balls,  he held my cock with his hand and took my ball in his mouth first the right then the left sucking them as he did.   I could feel my legs shaking and my cock vibrating as he held it and a strong desire to shoot my cum.   

He must of known and as felt it rising in my cock, because like a master  he squeezed the  bell tight,   and when the feeling subsided released his grip and continued working sucking and licking my balls,    Finally  after licking my shaft once more he took the length in his mouth and  sucked and sucked his hands holding and exploring my young virgin butt hole with his fingers,   till I could hold no longer and shot loads of my cum deep into his eager throat  streams  and streams kept bursting from me,  my legs and body shaking at the orgasm he holding my butt  tight with every burst, till finally I finished, he pulled his mouth off my cock, I could see my cum running from the sides and over his cheeks and lips,   his tongue caught them and he swallowed it all. he still kept hold of my butt as my legs were still like jelly.   Finally he released me and I sunk into a chair he provided and offered a glass of water.    Wow I said quietly.  that was just the start he said,   you will enjoy the other treatments Im sure.   I thanked him and he instructed me to pay the wife on the way out.    I left the house still on cloud 9  I had never experienced anything like that.  At 22  a 60plus guy had given me the best BJ ever, and I couldn’t wait for the next appointment.   

(to be continued) 

The Jackonauts

in 

‘Tis Better to Receive Than To Give …

Major’s Cruising Log – Spacedate 723.352. We are in orbit around the planet Posterius IV, ready to receive a shipment of medicine that is sorely needed on the Furniculum Colony, several quanta-days travel from here. The Minister of Receptions has promised we will be on our way quickly, once certain traditional ceremonies are observed.

“Niplash, you have the bridge,” I said. I’m Major Matt Bator, commander of the USF Penetrator. For legal and United Space Force trademark reasons, it’s important to pronounce your ship name in italics. I also pride myself on my ability to do it well, no matter the situation.

Our crew has only been together a few quanta-months, but this crew is among the best-looking I’ve ever assembled. I mean, the best workers at their jobs. It’s good when they’re both, but definitely good-looking is what I recruit for. I mean, good workers.

Take, Niplash. Nip’s a lithe, handsome lad, and is his planet’s custom, wears no shirt, only a decorative leather and chain shoulder harness. I stifled a sigh as he swung around and stood by me, ready to take my place. The chains of his harness tapped lightly against his taut, furry stomach after his quick movement. I wanted to yank him down by the chains and kiss each of his four perfect nipples.

But I can’t. It’s true what they say, about it being lonely at the top. I can’t fraternize with the crew under my command. Men won’t follow a man into a space battle against the Arpress-cursed Fauxgina Warriors if he’s the type of leader whose feet fly up to the ceiling for every thick-cocked, four-nippled ensign that comes along.

I tear my eyes away and deliberately don’t watch Niplash sit in my chair. He squirms just enough to make my own dick stir as I head for the quanta-vator.

As with any mission to a non-Space Force planet, you have to bone up on the culture. So, First Officer Yiffek, Doc Fitty, Clanger and I met in the Briefs Room to do some research. Of course, on most USF ships, it’s called the Briefing Room, but I’ve converted it on every ship I’ve commanded. The room is always located in the hottest, stuffiest part of the ship, so it just makes sense to strip down to your standard-issue USF briefs if you have to scroll through a bunch of quanta-vids for more than 15 minutes.

Clanger, the only Mercurian onboard, is naturally fast, so his uniform is off in a flash. His reddish-skin is hairless except a shaved patch above the front of his slim black briefs. He’s wiry and lean, quite a different sort of body type than I find attractive, though I’ll admit to needing some private shower time after watching him speed around the rec room track, his sweaty chest heaving.

Doc Fitty, a Neptunian clone, has a lean body and those wide hands have been on me many times … for medical purposes, of course. Admittedly, there have been one or two indiscretions, but I keep it professional. The last time, my Centaurian first officer caught us in the gym shower and it was a little embarrassing for a while. I look away as Fitty slips his shirt off and I try not to imagine his uncut and always cold cock sliding like a pulsating icicle in my hole.

Yiffek doesn’t undress. He wears the same shoulder strap harness and leather trousers he always does. “You might chafe in here if you don’t strip down, Yiffek.” I say.

He just says, “Alpha Centauri has a heat index 10 degrees Celsius higher than ship-normal, Major. I will be comfortable.” He sits at a computer console. I’m certainly not obsessing over my first officer, but ever since he came on board a few months ago, I haven’t seen him naked. I mean, none of the men have reported seeing him naked. And in the tight-knit confines of a United Space Force vessel, my rule of thumb is, if you don’t bare your body to your comrades, how do you trust them to have your bare back?

It’s odd, since most Centaurians I’ve known were pretty wild. Their twin genitalia make them preferred performers at many less-reputable establishments, but Yiffek, his yellowish fur and thick muscles, never seems to loosen up. As he sits, his pants shift slightly and I imagine those two cocks fully erect.

I shake my head and pull off my shirt and trousers. Sure, my abs are a bit thicker these days, but they’re still solid. I absently brush my chest hair and Clanger gulps a little. I grin and turn to my computer. It’s good to inspire respect in the men, but you have to be careful. My mentor, Corporal “Codpiece” Carter always said, “It’s not what you slide into your quanta-tunnel, it’s who sees you do it.”

Half an hour later, Fitty leans back, his defined biceps stretching and his nipples pointing slightly higher up as his pecs move. “According to this, the Posterians are very ritualized. If they don’t follow traditional rituals in almost everything, they can be punished up to and including death.”

“Creaming Comets,” Clanger exclaimed. “What sort of rituals do they kill you for?”

“The Posterians are an exchange-based race,” Yiffek says. “Equality in trade is paramount. Whole subsections of their economy are dedicated to oversight of trade exchanges.”

“So the bigger the trade, the bigger the formality,” I said. “Good thing to keep in mind.” I stood up. “Well, we aren’t due to particalize down until 0400, and that’s plenty of time to hit Hairy Chest Happy Hour down in E-2.” Clanger and Fitty grumbled under their breath, but it’s hardly my fault Buckston the bartender determines what sort of body type gets free drinks, just because I’m in command.

“I’ll continue my studies here, Major,” Yiffek said. “It may yield important results.” I shrugged my shoulders and the men followed me to the ship’s lounge on deck, E-2, sometimes known as the E2, Brutus, by those with some knowledge of ancient Earth literature and foreshadowing.

A few Asteroid Blasters later, and I was in fine mood. I leaned against the bar, my massive pecs a little sticky from a body shot Clanger had begged to do off my chest. Fitty was talking to one of the Denevan crew members and I glanced at my quanta-watch to see if I had time for another drink.

The door slid open and Yiffek strode in. Whatever Buckston puts in those Blasters was potent. I was more horny and relaxed than I’d been in weeks. I was almost tempted to take Clanger back to my quarters and see exactly how fast that Mercurian mouth could swallow. The sight of Yiffek made me sober up slightly. “Major, we have ten minutes before we need to particalize to the minister’s chambers. Lateness would incur a huge debt.”

I swallowed the remainder of my drink. I clapped Clanger on the back, feeling his always warm skin feel even toastier where I touched it. “Clanger, can you get my uniform? And Fit-” He was already gone and back before I finished speaking.

We dressed on the way to the particle chamber. Clanger set the coordinates and then used his blinding speed to get onto the platform with us before it activated.

We reappeared in the Posterius Planetary Council Building. The Minister’s eyes widened. Like many non-Space Force planets, I think beaurocrats are never used to such manly specimens beaming in. The United Space Force is quite flexible on dress code, or at least, that’s how Codpiece Carter taught me to interpret things. Body positive and whatever makes you feel the most masculine is what I say. As long as your quanta-badge is on you somewhere, you can go on missions in your briefs. Some of my more adventurous crewmembers do just that.

“I’m Minister Challus,” he said. His eyes lingered on my cropped USF muscle tunic, that shows off my abs and my arms to their full advantage. When you are naturally muscular and hairy, it’s never comfortable to stay encumbered in synthetic fabrics for long periods of time.

“Major Matt Bator, USF,” I said, shaking his hand. Surprisingly, it was firm. He had a handsome face and the baggy tunic and half-cape he wore couldn’t disguise his own muscles. “Thank you for your offer of assistance. The people of the Furniculum Colony are in your debt.”

He gestured and we sat on velour-like lounges around a low table. Yiffek sat stiffly upright, and Fitty sat next to him. Clanger spread out on his, and I adopted a leaning stance against one side of mine. “There’s the rub of the problem for us, Major. A drink?” he offered.

Yiffek glanced at me, and I took the hint. It was a ritualistic offer. “No, thanks, we’ve just come from a party – I mean, we’re fine. “What problem is that, Minister?” You have to be tough but fair when you negotiate. I rubbed the bristling hair on my abs. “We understood you wanted to gift the colony the medicines.”

“Yet, technically, we are giving it to you, Major.”

“Ahhh,” I said, to buy some time to think. Those Blasters were not quite drained from my system, and my eyes couldn’t stop focusing on Challus’ broad chest, subtly flexing under his tight tunic. “So, you’re giving me a gift …”

“In exchange, the Major would like to offer you a gift, Minister Challus,” Yiffek said. He can be a pain in the ass (or a non-pain, since he never appears to be using those dual cocks of his) but he does have your back. At least figuratively.

“Exactly!” I said, puffing my chest out a bit more. I leaned over to the Minister. “What sort of gifts do Ministers of Receptions like on this planet, anyway?”

Challus smiled. “As any Posterian, I am not averse to a … fluid exchange. Since there are 500 ccs of the medicine, then 500 or so ccs of a … comparable fluid would be deemed an acceptable trade.

I smiled. As the commander of the vessel, I’m sure my fluids are the most valuable. However, the Blasters left me a little … less aggressive than usual in that sense. For example, my pants had begun to bulge, but all I could think about was Yiffek sliding one of his cocks into me, while I played with the other. “Our physician, Doctor Glade-50, can produce a supply sure to exceed 500 ccs.”

Fitty smirked. I knew he was thinking of that last shower incident. As I say, as the vessel commander, I’m expected to do the penetrating in these types of delicate negotiations. Old Codpiece Carter, after a night of hard work in my rear thrusters, proved to me the value of not subscribing to old-school stereotypes of “top” and “bottom.” Still, for morale, it was best to not have every ensign and lieutenant pounding my hole and talking about it down in E-2.

Challus shook his head. “The fluid exchange would have to be from the ranking officer to be deemed …acceptable.” Yiffek turned his head away and it looked as though he was about to smirk.

“Well, that’s all fine and good. Lead the way,” I said and stood up. The Minister and I headed to an ante chamber that appeared to be built for exactly these types of transactions. The wide, flat bed had comfortable, high-threadcount sheets, firm pillows and a cushioned headboard. Challus closed the door and turned to me.

The Minister rubbed my abs, the fur bouncing back into place as he brushed through it. “You are quite handsome, Major.” I was a good four inches taller than him, so I leaned over and kissed him. He responded eagerly, lapping at the inside of my mouth.

His tunic came off easily but the capelet was held on by a clasp and cord I couldn’t figure out. He pushed my head down and I sucked on his thick brown nipples. He tasted vaguely of an alien soap, and I licked his chest clean. My thumbs pressed into his nipples as I licked his abs and he moaned with pleasure.

Challus undid his pants, and his own fat cock popped out. It was semi-hard and I licked the tip before swallowing it whole. He moaned again and thrust his stiffening dick deep into my mouth. I gagged a bit as it hit the back of my throat, but was able to get a rhythm.

On my knees, I glanced up. The cape slapped back and forth as I deep-throated him. His head was thrown back and I reached up to feel his thick pecs. Meanwhile, he groped my chest, pulling my own tunic up. He massaged my nipples, and pulled at them, getting handfuls of my chest hair and muscle as well.

My cock dripped with precum. It had been hours since I’d last cum  and I knew I had a big load saved up.

For a brief second, I thought I should get a bowl or something to put it in, but Challus lay on the edge of it and pulled me to it. “Plant your seed in me, Major. Fill me up with your gift of alien fluid!” He writhed around on the bed just like … well, to be honest, the way I do, when I’m in that rare mood to be thoroughly used by a more dominant male – not something that I come across often, to be sure!

My own cock drooped a bit. He tried to push it into his willing hole, but it was like a strand of quanta-cable – thick and strong, but no longer erect. I pulled his hands up to my chest, and made him pinch my nipples, as that usually works. However, I was losing my hardness fast.

“Sorry,” I said, pulling back. “Just had a few Asteroid Blasters … strong Space Force drinks. It’s um … it’s affecting my performance.”

Challus seemed offended. “If you don’t want to give me the exchange, any of the other ministers can take it, if one of them would be more pleasing.”

“No, no! You’re pleasing! I want to give it to you!” I looked around. There was nothing in the room that could be construed as a toy or device that might help me. He seemed mollified. I grabbed his still-hard dick. “I wonder if you maybe want to help me out and maybe slide this thing in me?”

He looked horrified. “In you? We don’t – have you not studied our culture?” He backed away from me, as though I’d suggested I would urinate in his quanta-cereal.

“Not as much as I’d like. There was a party … well, more of a happy hour, really … and it was Hairy Chest Happy Hour, so I got extra drinks for the price of one. Well, not that we use our credits for that sort of thing onboard, really, but it’s the principle that you’re getting something extra. So, anyway, what I’m saying is, our briefing time was a little short …”

“Guards!” Challus yelled. From nowhere, two burly guards appeared. Minutes later, I was in a cell right off the antechamber, naked and without my quanta-communicator.

I was there for over an hour. I thought one guard seemed interested in possibly dicking me. I hoped I could use that to make him fall in love with me and my progressive alien lifestyle, and he would bravely turn against centuries of his planet’s traditions to free me. Unfortunately, as I subtly fingered my ass in front of him, he huffed slightly and turned away. Finally, the door to the holding cell opened and Yiffek walked in. The guards went outside for us to have some privacy.

“Well, Yiffek, once again, you seem to catch me at the most embarrassing times,” I said. I sat down heavily on the admittedly well-upholstered prison bench.

“Embarrassment is not something Centaurians experience. In any event, perhaps you did not read the briefing notes about the Posterians all being sexual …receivers.” He shot a glance with his wide, cat-like eyes at the burly guard I’d tried to seduce.

“What … all of them?” Yiffek nodded.

“I’m on a planet of complete bottoms?” Yiffek nodded again.

“Well, it’s the Blasters that are having this effect on me. Tell him in another four to five hours, I’ll pound him like no man’s been pounded before.”

Yiffek turned away, and it looked like he had the hint of a smile on his face. “Be that as it may, Major, I don’t believe we have that much time. However, if you’ll turn around …yes, and just lift up towards me …”

Despite my embarrassment, I was intrigued. What did he have in mind? I kneeled on the bench and presented my ass to him. I could feel his leather-like fingers firmly pulling my ass cheeks apart. My cock sprang to life. The only times he’d ever touched me before had been in professional or life-saving settings. Now, he was actually opening my hole. I gasped and I could feel something sliding gently in. “There,” he said and stepped away.

Something seemed to be filling my ass, and vibrating against my prostate. I looked down, my cock hard and glistening with pre-cum. “What did you do?”

“A Traxonian anal stimulator. The pellet creates an invisible force-field, that with subtle manipulation of the anal muscles, can grow larger or smaller as needed.”

He was right. I clenched slightly and it responded and I moaned. “Get me the Minister,” I yelled to my guards.

As the shirtless yet still caped Challus entered and Yiffek left, I stood there in all my full glory. Arms crossed, chest glistening with sweat, my muscles tight, I heard Challus inhale sharply. “Are you ready, Minister? For the seed of Major Matt Bator, commander of the USF Penetrator?” I’m not sure I fully achieved the proper italic pronunciation at that moment. Still, Challus seemed impressed enough.

His pants were off nearly as quick as Clanger could get naked. He joined me in the cell, and dropped to his knees in front of me. He sucked my cock and I wriggled my ass a bit to have the stimulator enlarge slightly. As I did, my cock thrust deeper down the Minister’s throat.

After fucking his face for a few minutes, I pushed him onto the cushioned bench. “You want all of my seed, Minister?”

“Yes! Yes!” he cried. I spit on his hole and he squirmed with delight. Using techniques Codpiece Carter once drilled into me, I slid my finger in, teasing his hole. He gripped the edges of the couch and writhed with pleasure. Slowly, I let my dick play around the edges of his ass, thumping it softly against his puckered anus. He groaned and I slid the head in.

Meanwhile, I clenched my own ass. The force field filled me deliciously. It was almost like riding a thick, invisible cock. I pictured Yiffek’s hands pulling apart my ass cheeks, and the intimacy of that moment. I squeezed harder and then thrust my entire cock into the Minister.

He howled with joy. His ass tightened around my rod and he pushed down so that he could take all of it. I thrust in and out faster. I would pull almost all of the way out, then squeeze my ass, expand my force field then shove my dick in even deeper.

Challus cried out loudly. I could tell the two guards were watching and that only made me harder. I do like an audience, no matter what I’m doing. I feel that as a USF-decorated officer, everything I do should be setting an example as a role model to those that serve under me.

The Minister was close to cumming. I pounded him faster and suddenly he spurted, his creamy cum flying all over his stomach and chest. The friction in his ass and the force field in mine had me close as well. “Where do you want this, Minister? Where do you want to receive my seed?” I panted.

He almost pulled off of me in his eagerness to sit up and open his mouth. As I neared my explosive orgasm, I squeezed one more time. The force field seemed to turn slightly and hit me deeper than it had before. “Balls of X’ces! I’m gonna … blow!”

I pulled out and shot a huge stream of cum into his mouth. Jet after jet of it spurted out. He swallowed every drop, and then sucked on my sensitive cock to drain every drop from me. I pushed his head down all the way, even though my cock was shaking from release.

Finally, he sat back, wiped a few tiny drops from his lips and smiled. “Thank you Major,” he said. “It’s a pleasure doing business with the United Space Force. “

Half an hour later, we were particalized back onto the Penetrator, medicine safely stored in Fitty’s sickbay and I was on the bridge, giving the Furniculum coordinates to Lieutenant Niplash. Yiffek and Fitty stood on either side of my chair.

“Yiffek, I have to commend you on your quick thinking down there. You saved the whole deal and the colony.”

“I was only doing my duty, Major.”

Fitty eyed Yiffek. “What duty did you perform, exactly?” Fitty asked, in that tone of voice I know means trouble for me.

“He had my back, that’s all Doctor.” I shifted in my seat. I was still shirtless, though I had my trousers on. My dick wanted to get hard again, since the force field stimulator was still inside me and still full-size. I didn’t dare clench or it might grow too large, even for me.

Yiffek must have noticed my discomfort. “Perhaps you should go to sickbay and make sure you have the chance to … remove any possible Posterian contagions, Major?”

Fitty opened his mouth and closed it before speaking. “The Posterians don’t have –“

I stood up carefully. “He’s right Doctor. I sat in that dirty cell for over an hour. The least you can do is make sure nothing got in me that we can’t get back out.”

Fitty shook his head. “I don’t think there’s anything we couldn’t get back out of you, Bator. Come on.”

We headed for sickbay. Before the quanta-vator door closed, I saw Yiffek sit in my chair and give the order to quantum tunnel to the colony. One day, I thought. One day that first officer is going to give me more than a force field pellet in my ass.

The walk to sickbay and thoughts of Yiffek were torturous. I barely got to sickbay before I spontaneously came again – this time with my pants still on. Fitty shook his head and had a nurse clean me up and extract the pellet. I shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a giver!”

Fitty threw his stethoscope at me.

The End.

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It had been a while since I had been at the spa and I wanted to make an impression. I had contacted a few tops and had told them of my idea of putting on a show and they, collectively, agreed. So here I was making a 2.5-hour drive so that I could get my groove on!

 While I had parked my car and walked across the street, I imbibed in a bit of a joint and by the time I had climbed to stairs was getting the relaxed and sexy feeling one gets from the strain I had grown. I grabbed my key and towel; not that I used it, and found a locker to put my stuff in. shoes, pants and shirt off and I was ready to cruise.

 Now I had been here before and knew my way around so the first stop always is the slurp area and that is where I found two of the tops I had contacted. My first reaction was to caress both of their cocks through the towels they had on. The response from them was what I was looking for, a “hello son” and the slight but ever insistent push down on my shoulders. As I fell down to my knees I took the nipple of one and gave it a little tug and got an appreciative groan from him, the other had his towel parted and I took his rather large cock in my hand and swirled my tongue around his head. This cock has owned me in so many ways and I can make him cum quicker than he likes so he pulled me off his cock and pushed me over to the other, not so small, friend.

This one belonged to a newer acquaintance and I was still figuring how to get him to cum in the minimum number of minutes. He was a powerfully built, not too tall man with an impressive 7.5 inch cock that had to be 6 inches around, he loved for me to deep throat him and, to tell you the truth I loved sucking his cock. It was just a bit too long and a bit too wide but that made it just so much fun to take in my mouth. When he got in all the way down my throat the air was cut off and forced me to breath through my nose, something that centred me and made me focus on the task at hand-sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. I left him in my throat and started humming a bit just to give some vibration around his thick pole stuffed but not moving in me. This caused him to start moving but instead of pulling back he pushed forward and was fucking my throat and pushing my nose into his groin, all the while I and both of my hands full, one of the cocks was my owner and the other was just some random guy with a very large and very thick cock.

I had given full attention to the cock in my throat and he did cum in me but pulled out after the first spasm and covered my face in his ejaculate. One down. My owner quickly claimed my mouth and he, within moments, was depositing his load in me. Two. Before he pulled out of me, my owner had told me to get another two loads and then we could go to the back room and put on a show. I looked for the thick guy but he had wandered off so I obediently swallowed two men to completion. Three and four.

I am a submissive bottom and will always obey my owner but I also am a bit of a slut and need to get some of my own satisfaction, something just for me and not because I was told too. I wandered around for ten minutes, sucking random cocks and eating the ass of a rather beautiful man I had sucked off on my last visit. Five six and seven.

 During the loop through the rooms section of the spa I had found where my owner was and stopped to give him another blowjob, he wanted the door open and my ass out for anyone to use. It only took a minute before there was a hand sliding over my cheeks and parting them.  I heard the snap of a lid and felt the cool lube sliding down the cleft of my ass, all the while my owner and he were carrying on a conversation about how good my ass was. He took his time and worked the lube into me with his fingers, getting two and then three deep in my ass, stretching it open and putting more lube in. all the will I was giving my owner a blowjob to remember, wet and sloppy with all sorts of slurping and gagging. It was on one of the down strokes on his cock that the man behind me pushed his cock in me. My god did I see stars!  This was a log that was being pushed in me and like the slut I am just loved it. I almost forgot the cock in my mouth and started to focus on getting all of this big ass cock in me.

I would be lying if I said that he was an easy fit but with the desire to please both of the men that were using me and the bottle of poppers my owner had he did get fully in me. Poppers are the universal slut maker and boy do I respond well to them. The bottle was pressed under my nose and I took my fill of them and then a bit more.

 That familiar hole opened in front of me and I fell into it holding on to the sensation of a cock in my mouth and worked it like it was my job all the while knowing that my backdoor was getting pushed open and a large visitor was coming in. I am a good multitasker and while continuing the blowjob started helping the guy to get fully locked into me. I bent my knees to give him a different angle and then pushed back to get all of him in me. He was so big he got to a place inside me that I only get to with my dildo and did it ever feel great. He stayed there for a few beats until I got used to him but at the same time my owner was cumming in my throat and I was shaking so he took that as a signal to start his assault on my hole. The bottle came out again and my owner made sure I was totally in the “pig zone” as he called it. He fed me those poppers and pulled my soft cock far from my body. He has trained me to never get hard while I am in the zone but to focus on whatever cock or cocks were pleasing themselves and to give them the best fuck a boi could give.

Well here I was with my face in my owners crotch and my ass out the door with a very large cock fully lodged in it. My body was twitching to get fucked and the guy behind me took hold of my hips and started to pull out a bit, all the while pouring more lube down the space between us. He pushed back and then shoved a bit more, opening that door deep inside me and staying there. He knew what he was doing and he knew he was going to get a good fucking from me. My ass opened up and I started to wiggle on his cock, slow languid circles and tiny pullbacks. I was using his cock as a personal fuck toy and I could tell he liked it. The more I moved the more he moaned and soon he was starting his own motions, tiny sawing slides and then a deep push.

 We kept these up as long as my legs held out and then I had to move but never pulled him out. We just sort of twirled around and soon had him sitting on the bed beside my owner. This motion caused him to go deeper in me and that was wonderful, my cock jumped a bit and oozed cum from a hands free orgasm.

I took a second to come floating back to earth and then started to fuck his cock like it was the only one in the world. With my feet on the floor and my hands on his thighs I raised up and sat down until I got the rhythm going and then bounced on that gorgeous fuck pole like a tramp, like a slut, like a fuck boi; all of which I am.  This guy knew what he had and let me have my way with him for a bit, he had both of my nipples twisted and pulled on them causing me that beautiful sexy pain that all subs live for. There was more ooze from my cock, enough to become another source of lube as it dribbled between us. This was when he stopped my bouncing and pulled out. He spun me around while standing up and had me on my knees with my ass up in the air. Without missing a beat he was back in me balls deep and starting using me for his pleasure now. I had thought he was deep and thick before but being down like a dog opened me and I let out a bit of a groan, which only caused him to pusher harder and use longer strokes. At this point my owner put not only his cock but also the bottle in my face and I did double duty. Sucking him deep while getting a full dose of poppers and with a big fucking cock in my ass was nirvana!

 I bobbed on his cock sucking him until he came down my throat again and focused on the fucking I was getting from the other end. I thought I had been bobbing on my owners cock but in reality it was the reaction to the full-length strokes going in my ass. I could tell he was waiting for me to get a mouthful and when I did get my reward he went to town on my ass. He was thoughtful but not overly caring. He used the entire length of his cock and it was long; long enough to get to those places that itch but rarely get tickled. I could feel is head popping in and back out, teasing me, causing me to open like a flower and then going balls deep in one long steady slow push. He bottomed out and pulled back but this time he stepped up his assault and used me truly for his own pleasure.

 I do not know if anyone can relate to that feeling when a man takes control of your body and only cares about his own pleasure or when you realise that he is the only reason for your existence and you want nothing more than to please him but that was where I was mentally. I fucked his cock, he fucked my ass and we fucked each other until he dumped a load in me that I could feel spurting in me. I was in a blissful state. Eight and nine.

Collectively we went to the showers and washed each other, well I washed them as the thank you for a good time. After drying them off I took another tour of the spa and found the back room after servicing another cock in the slurp area, he was a bit forceful and I did not finish him off but left for the back. It was in the back room that I put on the show for all to see, I climbed on the lounge area and hung my head off the edge. I said in a loud voice that I was a cocksucker and wanted to suck cock.. I hung my head back and took the first of many cocks in my mouth. I have no idea how many I sucked but they all came in me. There was one guy who had hold of my ears and used my throat like a pussy fucking it as if it there was no tomorrow. Am not sure if it was the guy from the slurp area but it sort of turned me on and I grabbed his ass cheeks pulling him deep in me and let him have his way. I swallowed him and said thanks as he walked away on shaky legs.

My owner and the guy with the log for a cock were close by and I gave them a bit of a suckle for a while, my owner was spent and the other was too large for my mouth to go deep but I offered him my ass again and he sank himself all the way down for all to see. We fucked for what seemed like forever but was closer to twenty minutes and I did get one more cock to suck before reluctantly had to leave. I did get the name of that wonderful cock owner and we are planning our next visit.

All in all a get time was had and I got to not only swallow at least 15 loads but also got the most fantastic fucking in years with a promise for a repeat, albeit in private this time. If you ever go to a bathhouse in Toronto and see a guy in tall socks sucking cock, step up and let me swallow you as well.

  I am a cocksucker and am shameless about it!

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This is the story of what happened to me three nights ago. Hi, my name is James, a 22-year-old bachelor who lives alone in an apartment in Cleveland, Ohio. Since graduating from high school, I have been employed as a custodian at a large warehouse. I’ve never had sex with either a woman or man but am constantly horny yet not sure whether I’m straight or gay. As a very shy guy, I become totally embarrassed when my five buddies that also work at the same warehouse begin to chat about their sexual conquests as we have a beer at one of the local bars after work.

However, I’m no choirboy. I have a large collection of XXX flicks that feature raunchy straight and gay movies. I know all about hot sex watching those flicks as I jerk off to them nightly, still confused about whether I’m gay or straight or maybe even bi-sexual. Man, I realize I’m tired of masturbating every night and desire some action with another person. When would it happen?

Four of my buddies are heterosexual and play the field among what they call willing whores. My other buddy Patrick is 27-years-of-age and the oldest of us guys is gay and my best friend. He never talks about his sexual history with the other guys or me during those beer sessions.

It was last Friday evening and after work we six blue collar buddies went to McDonalds for some fast food and then to the bowling alley for our weekly league game. Around 9:00 PM we hit one of our favorite bars to have several beers. Around mid-night I had become loaded or drunk so Patrick agreed to get me to my place. He stripped me naked (He knew I always slept nude), put me in bed and he left for his place.

I woke up some time in the night and felt what I thought was a hot naked body up against my backside. Shit soon I felt what seemed  like a big hard cock at the entrance to my ass. Was I actually having a typical wet dream or was this real? I opened my eyes but did not look back at the dude as I felt someone’s warm breath on my neck, a naked very warm body up against my backside and holy fuck that cock was a giant throbbing wet cockhead touching my asshole. The big tool was leaking warm precum on my ass.

I became horny as hell as my cock began to fill with blood and soon was stiff as a board. I found it incredibly arousing not to know who was that horny guy eager to fuck me. Was it one of my drunk straight buddies or maybe gay Patrick? I knew it had to be one of my buddies from the bar. I was aware from my videos that often a drunk straight dude likes to fuck man pussy. Oh I was aroused wanting to get that big dick in my virgin ass.

Should I speak up and beg the horny dude to fuck me or pretend to still be asleep and just wait for that dude to make his next move with his rock hard cock. I decided to pretend I was asleep and anticipate what might happen. 

I did not have long to wait. Within seconds the sexy guy put his soft hands and arms around me and drove those hands into my beating chest, moved his naked warm body into my back and holy fuck began to wildly suck my neck. Soon I felt him bit gently on my neck—he was going to leave his mark like a cowboy would brand a steer making me his bitch for the future. That made me filled with lust for becoming his bitch. My cock was oozing a stream of precum all over my sheets and my manhood was steel hard. I might shoot my load any minute. I’ve never felt such carnal lust for a man.

HOLY FUCK the guy began to moan as he started rubbing that red-hot leaking throbbing cock against my growing wet puckering asshole. I knew he meant business when he slowly inserted that warm cockhead past my outer ass lips and his big balls hit my cum filled red-hot balls as he gently drove that monstrous cock deeper and deeper in me. OH MY GOD, he stretched  my virgin very tight ass wide open as that log-sized dick invaded my up until that night my cock free virgin man pussy.

Once he had buried that entire missile inside me, he began to speed up his hard thrusts of that fresh meat in my ass as he continued to wildly suck on my neck. Then he began using his hands to massage my rock hard nipples. His lust for my ass and all my body had him thrust his entire warm body into my back  while his hot breath and moans had me so horny and my cock on edge. It was then I could no longer remain silent.

I lifted up my left leg high in the air to allow this hot dude, one of my buddies, to have a clear path to my man pussy as he was wildly spooning driving his hard cock deeper in me. It was then that I begged: “OF FUCK YEA, OH FUCK YEA, THAT COCK FEELS SO GOOD IN MY PUSSY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, COME IN ME.”

I was conflicted between wanting to know which buddy was fucking me and the excitement of feeling his huge hot cock in me without knowing who he was. WOW what a start to my first man sex.

I was in heaven with pleasure like never before as the dude began to use that magic cock to explore every inch of my young ass. He drove that diamond hard leaking cockhead into my prostate, thrust that rock hard dick deep into my ass channel, some how mangaged to use that dick to circle my pussy and holy fuck he would take that hard wood out of my ass and then use his hard body to slam that beating dick all the way back in my ass over and over as he continued to kiss my neck and play with my nipples. Whoever this fucking dude was it certainly was not his first rodeo fucking a dude.

After he had fucked me, sucked my neck and massaged my nipples for at least fifteen minutes, the curiosity overtook me. I turned my face around and spotted  holy fuck that it was my best friend gay Patrick who had earlier got me home, undressed me , put me to bed and had left. Now here he was fucking the hell out of my ass. I was overjoyed  as I said: “OH FUCK BUDDY, I WANTED  IT TO BE YOU. Fuck me hard  and make me come. Dump that big fresh load of semen inside me.”

That did it as Patrick gave me such a huge seductive smile and pulled his pulsating cock out of my ass, turned me on my back, got up on top of me and drove that huge cock back deep in my ass as he drove his wet tongue to the back of my throat. He fucked me and kised me for some more five minutes when I then heard him grunt, give my ass one more hard thrust and he let out blast after blast of his seed deep in my pussy.

When he was spent, he took that cum covered cock out and had me suck off all that cum—wow that was my first taste of another man’s cum. It was great. Then Patrick, the new love of my life, went down on my throbbing cock and began a wild blowjob that was my first one. I did not last more than three minutes when I felt my cum shoot up my cock and down his throat. Man there is nothing that feels better than feeling one’s semen flow out of  one’s dick. Do you reader’s agree? This was the best orgasm ever for me.

Patrick moved up to my mouth, we kissed as he dumped part of my cum in his mouth into my mouth. WOW I love the taste of cum. I thought at that moment, I’m a cum whore.

As we lay there covered in sweat and the smell of cum, Patrick continued to kiss me as the taste of cum remained. Soon he began to hold me tight and said: “James Baby, I’ve wanted my cock in that man pussy from the moment I met you. Your ass is so awesome. It is the best ass my cock has ever invaded and I’ve had my dick up a lot of man pussy. Baby, be my bitch from now on, please.”

I kissed Patrick and replied: “OH YES BABY, I’M YOUR BITCH WHENEVER YOU WANT ME.”

I knew my future would be with Patrick as we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

Marcel and Paul have met through an international dating site offering younger guys an opportunity to hook up with silver daddies. Marcel is a 34-year old guy from Ivory Coast, who dreams of sucking a white cock. Paul is a 71-year old man from Canada, who just wants to bury is face in a dark young black ass. They are a good match, but distance is a barrier.

Close friends of Paul have cautioned him to be prudent and realistic. What are the chances of meeting Marcel face to face, face to cock, face to ass? Pretty slim when you are 10 000 km apart! But Paul has a tendency of falling in love with… love. He first started by sending passionate emails, followed by romantic phone calls. He even wrote hard core porn stories based on the nude pictures that his long-distance lover whole-heartedly accepted to send him.

If an African cock can be the size of a tusk, then Marcel is average hung with a 21 cm weapon, cut, crowned by a huge knob that can easily spurt a full saucer of creamy white nectar. His anus or rose bud is hairless, smooth and mouth-watering. Paul has enlarged a picture of Marcel’s chocolate starfish, hanging it right next to his queen-size bed. When he’s horny, he wears his red jockstrap, caresses his small pistol, winks at the puckered brown eye over his shoulder, and masturbates while chanting M-A-R-C-E-L. Instant explosion.

Marcel will turn 35 in one month. He’s penniless and can’t afford a tablet computer. What a golden opportunity for a birthday gift. The Western Union office in Toronto accepts to send $350 CAN or 152,851.42 francs, but the headquarter office blocks the transaction. What is the purpose of this transfer? How long have you known this man? Have you met him in person? Paul gets back his $350 and applies to Money Gram with success.

Ever since he discovered his attraction towards young men, Paul has developed a tight jeans fetish. The sight of a guy’s ass or crotch in faded blue denim easily triggers a hard-on. He obviously dreams of seeing Marcel in skin-tight Levis. When Levi Strauss invented rugged jeans with copper rivets at the pockets and fly, for miners and lumberjacks in the early 1870s, he did not suspect that this garment would one day become a sensual envelope prized by homosexuals eager to exhibit their manhood.

After washing and drying them in the sun, the jeans have the property of molding the body and bringing out a firm round ass, a generous mushroomed joystick, and a set of balls coiled at the top of the fork. No wonder that the wearing of jeans has become a must in gay bars, discos and cruising venues.

Another Money Gram transfer, another $50 gift, and Marcel can shop in Zeunoula, not too far from the capital city of Yamoussoukro. He rushes to a sportswear store and dons a Levis jeans of his normal size.

– I think it’s a bit loose, the salesman tells him.
– You’re probably right, I’ll try a smaller size.
– Let me help you, it will be a little difficult to put on, but I’m sure you will be satisfied with the result.

The salesman is roughly 55 or 60 years old, rather handsome, small belly. He does not hesitate to caress Marcel’s buttocks, and even lets his hand wander on the fly. Marcel moans slightly with pleasure and turns rapidly around to look at himself in the mirror with satisfaction.

– You should try them without your underwear, it’s even more exciting, suggests the salesman.
– Can I do that here, without first paying for the jeans…?
– With my permission and only if I accompany you in the cubicle.

Marcel gets naked and the size of his dick amazes the salesman who helps him to put on the jeans. The touch of the rough fabric directly on the flesh makes Marcel’s bazooka inflate and triggers again a wandering hand. The salesman is now on his knees to check that everything falls nicely in place. He pats Marcel’s butt, adds a firm squeeze, and drops a “Fuck, your back-door is so appetizing!” He doesn’t loose time, pulls out his stiff dick and starts wanking it in the denim crack.

Marcel can’t believe what’s happening. The flesh and denim combination creates an exciting sensation, bringing his cock to stretch out at least 21 cm. When the salesman puts his mouth on the well-defined mushroom knob, Marcel can barely hold the sap of his tube. The salesman holds his client firmly, one hand on the butt, the other one on the balls. He bites the clothed dick and easily brings it to an explosion and a planned conclusion: “Now that your sperm has left traces on the fabric, you have no choice but to buy these jeans.”

Once back home, Marcel washes his jeans and dries them in the sun a few times to get the denim softer and tighter. His buttocks and crotch definitely become more attractive. When Paul telephones at 8 pm, his Ivorian is already excited. He loves it when his long-distance lover talks about a guy’s ass, cock, balls, and anus, using terms like back-door, lunch box, purple-headed soldier, jellybeans sack, and rose bud. The Canadian and the Ivorian make love over the phone.

Marcel obviously sends pictures of his bulging crotch draped in denim, and of his tightly wrapped hindquarters. The pair of jeans is the best birthday present, after the portable computer, of course! Two outlets that maintain the long-distance relationship “alive and well”.

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So, this was about a year ago when this happened. I had a friends with benifits type of thing with my friend, not too serious but just a joke, like a kiss on the cheek or something. 

So one morning on a saturday, he texted me about schoolwork, things like that for 2 hours. Then, he started to flirt with me, i thought it was a joke and he reverted to schoolwork about 5 minutes later. He then asked me if i can go to his house and play video games and help him with history. I said yes and took my bike to his house without letting my parents know or my siblings know because they were out of town until sunday morning

I then took my bike out of the garage and realized is had a flat tire, great. I just walked instead because it was only a mile and a half through a suburb. I then got to his house and we hugged and went to play games and make funny jokes and shit. We went to his room and played call of duty for about 3 hours then around noon, he started to fall asleep on my shoulder and said he didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. I shrugged it off and keeped playing for about 10 minutes when he put his hand on my stomach. I was like wtf is he on drugs or some shit? He said i was so warm and began rubbing my teenage abs. I started to get a fucking huge boner from this because nobody ever did this to me before. he then started to go down to the foot of the bed and began to take my shorts off. I was like ” He is definitly on some weird shit.” 

I asked his if this was a joke and he said no. He then layed me all the way down of his bed and he took my underwear off. I was so scared because i never had anal or oral with anyone before and he had the curtains drawn  so i could only see the outline of his face and shoulders. He then started to suck my balls and lick the base of my dick. I got so fucking hard from that like i never did before. He then started to suck my cock and i just moaned and moaned has he was about deepthroating my dick. I was just turned 18 and my dick was about 6.2 and he slid it all in. He then asked me if i could suck him, i was so nervous and said yes. We then switched places as i started to take his underwear off. He was so fucking hot with his big muscles and big blonde hair and his rock hard abs. I looked at his dick and said this had to be at least 7 inches. 

I then tried to get it all in but only got like 5 or so when i coudn’t put it all in. i then forced it down my throat when he leaked his precum in my throat. I keeped sucking him and rubbed my hands around his balls and i knew his dick was soon to explode. His veins in his dick soon throbed when his dick shot cum almost directly down my throat. i gagged and he was was sweating all over. I then wipped the cum and cleaned my self up a bit. 

He said ” Catch you next time ” and gave me a smile before i went home.

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Chapter Four – Happy Birthday To Me!

“Is this all?”

Aidan raised his eyes from the papers they had been perusing together until earlier. Trying to keep a professional attitude about the whole deal was tough. But after a lot of deliberation with himself, he had decided that he could not try doing something inappropriate with Heathcliff. The man was off limits. Plus, he didn’t look that interested. The teasing had been, after all, nothing but teasing,

“Yes, it is all,” he said, placing his hands neatly over the papers.

“May I offer you anything? I can make you something,” Heathcliff offered.

Aidan stood up. Spending too much time together with the guy was bound to make him do something foolish that he was indeed going to regret later. Was he that desperate that he was willing to humiliate himself by throwing himself at Heathcliff Stone, a celebrity that could not care less about him and ALSO had plenty of handsome guys to choose from? The man would just say ‘no’; he was sure that was going to happen.

“No, thank you,” he said and offered his hand to say goodbye in the manliest manner he could think off.

Heathcliff took it in his and held it. Aidan kept a frozen professional smile on his face.

“It’s a real pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Stone,” he said.

Heathcliff smiled. “What’s with the formalities? I thought we were friends.”

Aidan knew he should withdraw his hand, but he couldn’t.

“I think it’s better this way. I hope you have nothing against it.”

Why was he talking like they had done something together, something that was frowned upon? Nothing had happened, much to his chagrin. Heathcliff pulled him closer, using his superior strength, and looked him in the eye.

“Kid,” he said, challenging him.

Aidan could feel the warmth from his hand which was the only part of his body in close connection to Heathcliff, spreading up his arm. His host’s bulged bicep as he was holding his arm flexed was too distracting. Heathcliff had maneuvered their hands that they were now linked together, as if they were two players, congratulating each other after a fight.

He knew his way out of this. He had seen movies and whatnot. The way to do it was to be casual, yet keep the professional boundaries.

“Okay, Stone, you got me. I’m a kid. I’m … What? Eight years your junior? Laugh all you want.”

Yeah, that was kind of it. Some playful banter like between acquaintances, without being real bros, or anything remotely similar.

“No one’s laughing, Spark,” Heathcliff replied, but his eyes were lit with amusement now. “Sure you don’t want to hang out? I might have an orgy planned later, and this is your only chance to foil it.”

Aidan inhaled. “I don’t buy that.”

Damn, it wasn’t right for Heathcliff Stone to smell so good. Maybe he could stop breathing when the man was around. Or he could put more distance between them, right now.

“Maybe some other time,” he added quickly.

“What? Do you really want to be part of some orgy? I’m afraid you might steal the show.” Heathcliff’s eyes glinted with mischief.

Aidan rolled his eyes. “Are you for real?” he groaned, and finally pulled his hand free.

“No. I’d never drag you to an orgy. You’re way too stiff, and by the time you loosen up, the party would be over. Just to make something clear. Are we done with the ‘Mr. Stone’ crap? Call me Heathcliff, or Heath.”

“Or Stone.” Aidan shrugged.

“Okay, if that’s how you like it.” Heathcliff nodded. “See you around then?”

“I’ll let you know. The ad is coming up nicely. We’ll make a star out of you.”

“I’m already a star, kid,” Heathcliff said with too much self-importance to be taken seriously.

Against himself, he snickered.

“Ha, got you,” Heathcliff pointed at him.

“Yeah, you got me.” Aidan grabbed his suitcase. “See ya,” he said brightly like he meant it.

On his way out, he pretended he could not feel Heathcliff’s gorgeous eyes following him. It was, most probably, just his imagination and wishful thinking.

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“Am I really supposed to keep an eye on the guy while he’s celebrating? He’s most probably with his friends, his family …” Aidan tried to protest.

For the love of everything he held dear, he needed to keep away from Heathcliff Stone, as much as he could. Being sent to crash the man’s birthday party was just the damn opposite of what he was trying to achieve, which was to keep a leveled head and accept that nothing could happen between him and the sexy fitness guru.

“Spark,” his boss stopped him. “The man has two million followers on social media. He has millions of hits on his videos, and that’s even more people if you add all the visualizations together. Do you have any idea how much money we save in advertising? You know, I suppose, how an advertising budget works. We’re paying this guy a fraction of that. Only a fraction. So, if I want you to go down to his house, and make sure that he keeps his dick in his pants, especially since his birthday won’t go unnoticed by tabloids, then that is something you do.”

Aidan opened his mouth a few times, wanting to contradict the man a little. But, after all, that was his boss, and no matter how bluntly he was putting it, that was the truth. Ultimately, his job was to prevent Heathcliff from ending up in the headlines, especially if those headlines were going to contain some X-rated details of the man’s personal life.

But, at the same time, Aidan could not deny that it was making him feel a little dirty to do what he was told. A part of him, a righteous one, was revolting against it. Why was anyone’s business who Heathcliff welcomed into his bed?

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“Working hard or hardly working?” Heathcliff teased him, the moment he saw him.

“Sorry, I practically invited myself over. Happy birthday,” Aidan said with a perfunctory smile while handing the host a bottle of wine. “I hope this is okay.”

“It surely is.” Heathcliff took him by the shoulder and guided him inside. “I was expecting something less formal, though,” he pointed at Aidan’s clothes.

“It’s a new suit,” Aidan explained.

“Still, just as formal as the others I saw you in. Seriously, were you born in a suit?” Heathcliff asked.

Aidan felt a tiny bit dizzy only taking in his host’s scent. Heathcliff looked amazing in casual clothes, a pleasant shade of blue that was making his eyes look even more magnetic. Aidan wanted nothing else but to lose himself in those seas of blue and get closer.

He caught himself just in time.

“I see you have a lot of guests,” he noticed.

“Yes, please feel free to mingle.”

If Aidan had known how to mingle, he would not have had a V-card to worry about. So that was easier said than done.

With a sigh, he took in the crowd by the pool. Heathcliff’s list of friends was truly glamorous. Aidan could bet that the net worth of everyone strung together was enough to buy an entire neighborhood, if not a small town. They weren’t necessarily billionaires or A-list celebrities, but they were well off enough, and Aidan felt there like a fish out of water.

But it was a good and well deserved cold shower he was getting right now. He had no place in that world. That is why he wasn’t on the list of invites, and there only on a mission from work. A somewhat sleazy task that was making him feel a bit ill to the stomach, but the kind of thing on which his job was depending on.

Heathcliff left his side to talk to other guests, like the good host he was. Aidan shrugged and grabbed a glass filled with some bubbly liquid. Maybe if he drank a little, that was going to settle his nerves.

***

Heathcliff had been a tad surprised to see Aidan knocking down his door, but he was glad the young man was there. Except for a few quick encounters over ads and whatnot, they had not had a lot of time to talk over the last week. He had barely managed to get Aidan to stop acting as formal as the suit he was wearing.

Heathcliff had an idea what was happening. Aidan was a tiny bit pissed. Ever since that night, when he had summoned him for an evening workout session, Aidan had been a little bit of a porcupine, the corporate version.

For the moment, Heathcliff had thought it to be for the better. He was getting a bit too interested in a young man with who, by the nature of their business relationship, he was not supposed to get involved with.

Also, he had expected Aidan to take some steps and express his desires if any were there. He had thought that giving the guy room for maneuver would make him a little less of a scared bunny.

But Aidan Spark had tried to be nothing but professional throughout their meetings, and Heathcliff was starting to wonder whether maybe his gaydar and his charm were bound to fail one time in a million.

He tried to catch a glimpse of Aidan, scouting the area, after some recent acquaintances had grabbed his attention. He was nowhere in sight, unfortunately. If there was one thing Heathcliff truly wanted for his birthday, he had an inkling that his present had just walked over his threshold. Or maybe he was trying to appease his somewhat wounded pride by what looked like Aidan’s total disinterest in his person.

“Hey, Heath.” Someone caught him from behind.

“Hey, Randy?” he said questioningly while turning and taking in the handsome brunet who was still keeping his hands on his waist.

“Hey, nice to see you recognize me. I suppose that’s progress.” Randy flashed a nice smile at him. “I’ve just got back from Italy. It was all business, unfortunately, and I didn’t have enough time to indulge in either Italian cuisine or Italian men. Of course, when I saw your invite in my e-mail, I told myself that there is something here that entire Italy can’t offer. Or, better said, someone.”

Randy was wiggling his eyebrows in a very suggestive way that left no room for guesswork. Heathcliff could feel the familiar stir in his groin, looking at the guy. Randy was a particularly talented rider, as far as he could remember. While he liked it on top, he wasn’t a top. And that was the kind Heathcliff liked best. Also, the attempt at seduction, as much as it was the same old, same old, was more than welcome. Heathcliff seriously needed to get laid.

Seeing how he hadn’t gotten laid in a while now, ever since Aidan ‘Bubble Butt’ Spark had walked into his life, he could allow himself a small indiscretion. After all, it was his birthday.

So, taking Randy’s hand and inviting him on a tour of the grounds, he decided that it was the right time to put an end to his self-imposed celibacy.

***

There was a wicked hot tongue in his ear, and warm hands feeling his abs, and, by all means, he should have been up and ready for action. And he was all that. The problem was one of focus. Never before had he been troubled enough to underperform while a sexy bed partner was in his arms, prepared for what always happened when someone got freaky with Heathcliff Stone: an incendiary sex session that the said partner would want to talk about with his friends.

So he was up and ready. Hell, he was hard enough to split logs through the sheer power of his neglected dick. But while his hands were all over Randy, his mind was wandering to a particular corporate bunny with a bubble butt to die for, pouty lips, and an attitude that could only be considered a proper challenge for someone as charming as him.

Damn, he wasn’t going to fuck a guy while thinking of another, was he?

“Damn, Heath, I just realized I friggin’ missed you.” Randy joked while struggling with his belt.

Heathcliff placed one hand over the guy’s unsteady ones. It could be that Randy had a little bit too much to drink already. Not that it was usually a problem. Some bottom boys tended to be more uninhibited and pliable with a bit of alcohol in their system. But, right now, Heathcliff didn’t want to rush. If anything, he wanted to take things a little slowly, and clear his head of Aidan Spark, before getting hot and bothered with his friend.

***

“I think they went that way.” Aidan heard someone whispering.

Acting quickly, he ducked behind a tall bush. Something of how that duo was whispering seemed a little off, at least to his ears.

“It’s been such a slow week, ugh,” one of the two commented.

The man was quite fat and seemed to have troubles keeping up with the other, who was as tall as the first one was fat. They looked like a comedic duo, except they appeared somehow to be bent on doing something illicit.

“Do you believe Stone went off to be some good boy now?” the tall one tsked.

“We’ll catch him, don’t worry. It’s all clearly because he tries to sell some new so-called family-friendly image. I heard it through the grapevine. He’s starting to endorse some new product. And part of the deal is for him to steer clear of his usual lifestyle.”

The tall one snorted. “Like the leopard is going to change his spots. I just saw him sneaking around with a guy. Do you think he wants to get down and dirty with his guest? Like out here, in the open?”

“They might go into the house. That would be tricky. I don’t know if we could go undetected.”

“Trust me. I have a nose for this. They’re outside. Probably Stone thinks no one will miss him for the two minutes he needs to get freaky.”

Aidan could feel the tip of his ears glowing red. He moved slowly, decided to follow the two assholes.

“Ah, as I thought.” The tall one ducked behind a manicured bush. “He’s all over some dude. Do you think you can manage a good angle from here?”

“Sure thing I can. Too bad it’s nothing racy. I was expecting a pool full of hot naked people for his birthday, and, instead, things have been nothing but PG-13.”

“Yeah, I know. Are you all set?”

Aidan cleared his throat and walked quickly toward the two.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” he said loudly, making them turn. “I don’t think you two are on the guest list.”

“Who the fuck are you?” the tall one said through his teeth, trying to keep his voice down.

On purpose, Aidan raised his.

“I’m security. So, if you two followed me to the exit, I would be grateful.” Aidan kept his ground.

He was hoping that the noise he was making was going to make the two assholes disappear.

“What is going on here?” Heathcliff finally emerged from the other side, his guest nowhere in sight.

“These two gentlemen are, I believe, trespassers, Mr. Stone,” Aidan said, pleading with his eyes for Heathcliff to play along.

“That indeed they are.” Heathcliff frowned. “How about you two leave before I need to have my bodyguard here throw you out?”

The two guys were staring, alternatively, to Aidan and Heathcliff, like they could not believe their eyes and ears.

“Bodyguard?” one of them finally dared to talk.

Heathcliff shrugged. “He’s a black belt. How about you go that way?” he pointed toward the garden exit.

“I will see them out if that is fine by you,” Aidan said politely.

“Please do so. And then report to me,” Heathcliff said.

Aidan played along. “Yes, sir. Gentlemen?” he turned toward the two and gestured for them to move.

***

Heathcliff wanted so much to laugh out loud, but the two were still within earshot.

“What was that all about? Did you hire a bodyguard? Do you even need one?” Randy appeared by his side. “Anyways, where were we?” the man caressed his arm suggestively.

“Randy,” Heathcliff grabbed the man by the shoulders, “how about calling rain check? Trespassers have a way of putting me out of the mood, seriously out of the mood. But please, have fun. I should continue to entertain my guests, as well.”

Randy pursed his lips in disappointment.

“I distinctively recall how nothing used to put you out of the mood.”

“What can I say, man? It must be the age,” Heathcliff joked. “Come on, let’s get back to the party. I know exactly someone who would love to make your acquaintance. You’ll like him.”

Heathcliff took his guest by the shoulders and walked back into the house. From there, he was going to encourage Randy to mingle with others while he was going to get busy finding his brave knight in shining armor or better said, corporate bunny draped in a nice tailored suit.

***

“Ah, there you are.” Heathcliff grabbed Aidan by one arm. “Didn’t I tell you to report back to me as soon as you were done seeing those bastards out?”

Bunny boy was looking at him wide-eyed. Damn, he was pretty, Heathcliff thought. No, there was no way he was going to let this one go scot free. If that happened, he was a total fool, as well as the perfect enemy to his cock. One look at that fresh-faced yuppie and he was sold. And if there was going to be a little work involved, he was not going to be bothered. Actually, he was looking forward to the excitement of the conquest. He hadn’t had much of that for a long time.

“I thought, ahem,” Aidan cleared his throat, “that you needed time with your guest. After all, you were interrupted.”

Heathcliff felt like he wanted to grab the young man and kiss him until he couldn’t breathe anymore.

“So, how do you know if I got freaky with that dude?” Heathcliff questioned and leaned in.

Hmm, the yuppie had seemingly indulged in some of the sweet drinks around. His breath smelled faintly of alcohol, but the guy didn’t seem intoxicated.

“I don’t,” Aidan said promptly. “Wait, I hope you did make him sign that confidentiality agreement, right?”

“Nah, I was way too excited to do that,” Heathcliff said slowly, gauging the tiniest reaction from his precious babysitter, currently bodyguard.

There wasn’t any need for keen attention. Aidan’s face spoke volumes.

“Find him, and have him sign. Ah, don’t tell me he’s already gone!” Aidan began fretting while looking around at the guests starting to leave and saying their goodbyes to the host.

Heathcliff was intercepted by three female social media celebs. Bidding them farewell in as few words as he could manage, he hurried after Aidan who had taken upon himself to hunt down Randy.

“Hey, hey.” He caught Aidan’s arm just in time. “I’m just joking. Chill a little.”

Aidan exhaled. “Good, just give me the papers so I can file them away later.”

“I wasn’t joking about that.” Heathcliff put his arms gently over Aidan’s shoulders. “I was joking about sleeping with him.”

It was fun to read all the changes happening in those bright, beautiful eyes from up close. First, disbelief, second, hope, and third, anxiety.

“Are you just pulling my leg?” Aidan complained.

“Nah, I wouldn’t.” Heathcliff chuckled. “How about you help me clean up?”

Aidan took in the now mostly deserted poolside. There were empty glasses left everywhere, and for some reason, a few canapés were floating in the water. Now that was a bit insulting toward the chef’s efforts, Heathcliff thought, as he followed with his eyes wherever Aidan was looking.

“I’m joking again,” Heathcliff whispered into Aidan’s ear, taking advantage of how concerned the young man seemed, most certainly strategizing how to start the cleaning process. “There are hired people especially for that. But they will come late in the morning. Right now, I’m beaten.”

Aidan looked at him with dreamy eyes. “I should go, too.”

“No, you should not,” Heathcliff said like Aidan was a bit hard headed. “You know,” he leaned in again, “I was so looking forward to doing it out in the garden. Come,” he took Aidan by one hand.

The last guests were finally out the door so that he could have his fun with his little corporate bunny. Never before had he hoped for a party to finish faster.

Strangely enough, Aidan didn’t protest and followed him. The guy’s hand was warm in his, and the fingers moved slightly like they were small, timid animals trapped inside. Maybe he wasn’t the only one with expectations in this.

He liked the backyard garden even more than he liked his house. It was peaceful there, and the tall hedge was keeping things private. Well, except for some assholes like those from earlier who wanted to take advantage of his open house.

Heathcliff stopped in the same spot where only hours ago, Randy had been busy groping him while he had been busy trying to ignore his tendency to think only of Aidan Spark, regardless of the man in his arms. Probably some battles were just meant to be fought, not won, as well.

“You see, you sort of cockblocked me.” Heathcliff laughed.

“I think I saved your reputation, but have it your way,” Aidan quipped right away.

“Ah, well, I still think I’m entitled to some small compensation,” Heathcliff joked.

He stopped and turned to face Aidan. In the dim light of the breaking dawn, the young man’s pretty features seemed a tad unrealistic. Was he going to scare Aidan away by asking for a kiss? Damn, he was thinking like a teenager. He almost wanted to slap himself silly. But he needed to promise that he was going to take things slowly with Aidan Spark, even if that meant pure torture.

“I guess with someone like you, it can’t be helped.” Aidan exhaled and took one step forward.

It was nice to have bunny boy coming at him so honestly. He licked his lips in anticipation. Was he behaving like a star-struck romantic character? Apparently, yes, and it felt … Refreshing.

Maybe it was going to help if he was going to close his eyes and let Aidan gather some much-needed courage to take that step. With a small satisfied sigh, he closed his eyes. He could feel the young man moving closer. Now he could inhale his scent.

Firm hands touched his crotch. His eyes snapped open.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Um, offering some help?” Aidan said questioningly.

The hands began moving away, but Heathcliff caught them and pressed them firmly against the front of his pants. Damn, this was even better.

“Super,” he clicked his tongue. “Let’s see what you got.”

Aidan seemed particularly bold and absorbed with the task at hand as he struggled with the fly a little, but soon enough Heathcliff’s junior was hanging out in the open. And that little shiver might have been because of the morning breeze, but Heathcliff knew there was something else.

Hesitant, but courageous fingers wrapped around his cock. Heathcliff moved just enough so that he could hook one arm over Aidan’s shoulders. He looked down, enjoying the way Aidan was carefully peeling down the skin and giving the hardening cock friendly tugs.

“You’re good, Spark,” he murmured. “Lots of practice?”

Aidan turned his head to look at him. “Screw you, Stone.”

There was no bite in that. Maybe a tinge of not so well hidden amusement. Aidan was enjoying himself, and Heathcliff was all for being the cause of all that enjoyment.

“Will you mind if I do this?” he asked, sneaking one hand down on the man’s back.

“What?” Aidan mumbled.

Heathcliff sighed in contentment as his hand finally reached the young man’s delicious bottom.

“Ah, yes,” he drawled.

Aidan stopped for a second, but he didn’t protest. Instead, his rhythm went steady. Heathcliff was busy caressing the guy’s ass. Only the way how that perk, round, perfect thing was filling his hand was enough to make his cock burst. It was maybe the lack of sexual activity during the last week, but he knew he was going to reach his peak soon.

To stop that from happening too soon, he covered Aidan’s hand with his free one.

“Just tell me how you like it,” Aidan asked softly. “Do you want me to touch your balls too?”

For a corporate bunny who wore nothing but suits, Aidan Spark was suddenly very much versed in giving other men handjobs. What were the limits of his knowledge? Heathcliff was dying to find out, but it was not going to be that day.

He agreed with a grunt, and Aidan moved in front of him so that he could handle both cock and balls better. Aidan was careful to push Heathcliff’s pants a little lower to make room for his hand.

“Do you know what else would make me happy?” Heathcliff whispered through his small moans, as he planted both hands on the guy’s ass.

“I’m not going to blow you,” Aidan protested, but his voice was a whisper, too.

“Okay, not that. But it’s still something that involves your mouth.”

Heathcliff almost made Aidan stumble by pulling him close. The young man’s lips tasted of expensive alcohol, but they were sweet, too. Aidan’s hands hesitated for just one second, and then returned to their job.

There was something akin to art in giving a man a handjob. Each guy had a different way, as Heathcliff could attest. And, right now, he could appreciate Aidan’s craft. It wasn’t something sophisticated or pretentious. It was the set to work kind of way which seemed to be a denominator of the guy’s personality.

It was also a tad endearingly clumsy, yet, the lack of artfulness was compensated by enthusiasm. Aidan’s hands were not hurried. They were not so timidly discovering, and Heathcliff wished he could have the staying power to let the young man unravel everything he was looking for.

It wasn’t going to be, though, as much as he wanted that. The excitement and surprise caused by the way the smooth hands were going up and down his cock and fondling his balls at the same time had to bear fruit soon. All the while, playing with the guy’s tongue, as daring and curious as Aidan’s hands, was adding fuel to the fire.

Heathcliff came with a small growl which practically made him bite the soft, pliant lips.

“Better now?” Aidan said after a few long seconds spent doing nothing but kissing slowly.

Aidan was kissing him. It was adorable how his pouty lips seemed disappointed as their kiss came to an end, slightly parted and moist. Heathcliff took one long look at his gorgeous babysitter, bodyguard, and now quite enthusiastic handjob giver. He had been wrong to consider Aidan someone who was not as beautiful and handsome as his regular bed partners. His cuteness could demolish any competition, and it wasn’t all about the way he looked.

“Definitely better,” Heathcliff replied. “I suppose I can finally say. Happy birthday to me,” his voice turned to a whisper as he brushed their lips together once more.

He wasn’t joking. Not entirely. It had been the perfect present for his thirtieth birthday. So he kissed Aidan on the mouth with a satisfying smack. The young man giggled and withdrew.

“Tissue?” he asked.

Heathcliff nodded and sauntered toward the poolside, where some tissues had to be still around the tables, somewhere.

“Just wait for me here,” he said over his shoulder.

“Sure,” Aidan called after him.

Damn, Heathcliff cursed under his breath as he stepped on some broken glass. The cleaning team was going to have a field day. Where the hell were those damn tissues? Maybe he had to go inside to find some?

The sound of a revving engine startled him. He hurried for the front lawn, only to see Aidan’s car already turning at the corner.

He shook his head and smiled. The bunny might have escaped this time, but Heathcliff knew now that laying traps was going to be effective.

***

Running from the scene of the crime was everything Aidan could think of. He wasn’t drunk, as he had drunk responsibly throughout the party, but he was going to get in trouble if the police were going to stop him.

So, despite his impulse to put the pedal to the metal, he opted for the acceptable speed limit.

He had given Heathcliff Stone a handjob. He had jerked off the guy. Wanked him, spanked his monkey, masturbated him … There were no nice or better words to describe what he had just done. In the spur of the moment, it had seemed so natural. Now, he was scared out of his wits.

How the hell was he going to get out of this? To Heathcliff Stone and everyone else at work, he was supposed to be professionalism incarnate.

And he was pretty sure his job description didn’t include handjobs. What the hell had he been thinking?

TBC

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“What a beautiful day” Kayleb thought to himself as he looked out his bedroom window.

It was a sunny Saturday morning, and the temperatures outside were nearing 95 degrees. It was HOT. Kayleb wasn’t planning on doing anything but lounging around today. Maybe going for coffe with a friend later that afternoon. But, unlike him, his cock woke up with a different idea. Kayleb felt his throbbing friend and covered himself with his blanket, biting his lip from the pleasure the cold and crisp sheet gave him when it rubbed up against his smooth, naked body. It was too hot not to sleep nude these days. And Kayleb had a hard time denying himself a jerk-off sesh every morning. He grabbed onto his cock with one hand and brushed through his auburn hair with the other. He lowered his other hand to his chiseled pecs, where he found pleasure from pulling on his nipple as he jerked his cock. “What will I get up to today…” he thought to himself and laughed.

Suddenly, he stopped. He opened his eyes wide and realised: there was a biker convention in town, and many of his friends told him stories about how the bike studs would visit the nearby beach on Saturdays. This was, Kayleb’s friends enthused, an ample opportunity to hook up with some hot guys who wanted to have it rough with submissive twinks. Kayleb got up from bed. “Well” he thought to himself “if that was what they were used to, Imma give ’em a show like they’ve never seen before.” Kayleb walked his smooth bubble but over to his dresser, where his special fashions were waiting for the day they would help lure cocks to Kayleb’s eager mouth, pecs and ass. He would put on something these guys have never seen before, and would maybe even cause some to blow their load just when they see him walking by. He reached into his dresser and pulled out his slutwear, barely able to contain his own excitement for what was about to come.

*****

Kayleb was strutting down the pier, looking like a grade-A cock slut, and VERY proud of himself. The place was mainly populated by bikers, and he knew many of ’em liked to get down and dirty with guys like him. They often liked muscular, lean and feminine boys, and today, he was hamming it up for them. Kayleb was wearing high top trainers, a baseball cap on his pretty brown hair, and his pieces de resistance: a dark blue thong his cock could barely fit into, a flannel shirt cropped above his chest (barely any purpose than to show his nipples and pumped pecs) and, under it, an invention of his own: an ‘invisible’ tank top made from just the trim around the sleeves and neckhole that he cut off, connected at the shoulders and draped on his smooth skin. Finishing off the ensemble was a pair of sunglasses and a piercing on his left nipple, from which a silver teardrop charm was hung (foreshadowing the juices he would later be covered in). He looked like a whore, and he felt a-ma-zing. He was just waiting for one of the daddies to respond. The first one to take note was an older barrel-chested gentleman who was sitting on some beach chairs with his friends.

“Look at that slut” he whispered to himself “Why don’t you come over here and suck daddy’s dick?” he yelled out, laughing as he saw this as a passing comment. To his surprise, Kayleb heard him and turned around. He started to walk seductively in the direction of the men. They were SHOCKED. They had no idea what was about to happen. Kayleb came over and sat in the man’s lap. The oder stud was flabberghasted. “Hi, I’m Kayleb” he said. The guys were all confused. “Hi” they said. Kayleb waved flamboyantly. 

Suddenly, one of the gentlemen got up. “Well, if you ain’t gonna, Rick” he said, looking at the biker with the hot slut in his lap, “I’m gonna have to show ‘im what he gets for prancin’ around here like that.” Kayleb got the hint and stood up, just to have his head pushed down by the burly old stud. “That mouth ain’t for talkin’” he said. He began to reach into his shorts, that Kayleb’s head was now firmly planted before. Kayleb proceeded to have a 12 inch cock drop onto his chest, as the biker delivered a little tip: “I like a little titty play, too.” Kayleb, happier than ever that things were unraveling this quick, took the huge cock into his mouth and proceeded to give a sloppy blowjob. The gang of bikers around him started to jack off. Suddenly, the horniest of the bunch, a muscular tan stud with a shaven head, came up next to the guy Kayleb was servicing and pushed his cock into Kayleb’s mouth. Kayleb was is heaven. Two hot daddies’ dicks in one blowjob? “YES!” he thought to himself, as he proceed to switch between the two men.

After a while, the big bald guy, who was well-endowed, but a little shy, whispered something into the other daddy’s ear. Kayleb was aware what was going on, and he wss into this little twist. “My friend likes it in the armpit.” the first stud said, to which Kayleb, a little confused, proceeded to lift up his arms to reveal a trimmed, but hairy armpit. His pec was perfectly tensed also. The bald guy was obviously nearing completion, and he quickly slid his dick over to Kayleb’s hot armpit. He made a lustful noise and proceeded to cum all over Kayleb’s armpit hairs. This was Kayleb’s first time doing something like that, and he was so horny for this complete abuse of his body. “C’mon guys” the first daddy said “all holes are up for grabs.” Some more men came closer to the action. Kayleb was soon having at least 5 dicks slapping every inch of his face.

“Don’t forget about my titty play” the big daddy said softly. Kayleb had done this a couple times before. Seems a lot of guys were into it these days. The big stud took his dick and slid it over to Kayleb’s nipple, first circling around it with his wet tip, and then pushing his precum directly into Kayleb’s nipple. He jerked his cock the whole time. “I can’t believe a slut like you would go out dressed like this…” he said. “Then punish me” Kayleb said “Slap me.” The daddy stopped, then smiled mischieviously. “Ow” Kayleb said as the stud slapped his face and then proceeded to jerk his cock into his pec. Suddenly, another cock joined the mix. “This is my friend” said the big stud.

Kayleb now had a hord of cock to service with his mouth, a couple slapping on his cheek, and two nipple-hungry cocks to jerk into his tits. “You can do this on your own” the daddy said, as both him and his friend let go off their dicks. Some of the guys moved away frkm these three, as they wanted to watch from the comfort of a beach chair. Kayleb jerked the cocks into his nipples vigorously. He would spit on his chest and rub the spit into it with the two cockheads. He would sometimes attack one nipple with both cocks, causing extra plessure from the head-touching.

Finally, the men started moaning louder. Kayleb pushed his pecs out and placed the two cocks onto his nipples, jerking them ravinously. The men made noises of intense pleasure as the cock released heavy loads of cum onto each of his pecs, most of which fell over his perky nipples. He quickly put the cocks into his mouth, as the cum was pouring over his pecs. He sucked them off ’till the last drop, and saved it all in his mouth. When he released of the cocks, he spit out the cum he had saved and let it drop onto the middle of his chest. “Oh my god” some men said. The ones who had not blown their load were now thoroughly pumped up and approached Kayleb to do so. He sucked off each one, and some also wanted some armpit/pec action. At the end, Kayleb was COVERED in cum. His pecs were visibly destroyed, nipples a bit red from the rubbing, an armpits hiding two full loads.

Kayleb said goodbye to the men, who were all exhausted, in disbelief about what just happened, and took his cum covered self over to the end of the pier. He saw a muscular daddy with thick dark brown hair and beard he was eager to please. He leaned against a shower pole and they made eye contact. Kayleb proceeded to entice him by rubbing his thong-clad ass against th large silver rod. The man smiled, and Kayleb thought: “I’m such a slut.”

To be continued…

In 2025, countries like Canada, the United States of America, Australia, Great Britain, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, the Netherlands and Argentina all had a Golden Army of Youth (GAY) composed of athletic college guys aged between 18 and 20, recruited to offer support to the military when it was called to rescue people after a tornado, a tsunami, a flood, an avalanche or a forest fire.

In each country, GAY members trained regularly to be in good shape. This included a one-hour jogging session in the morning, followed by gym exercises, a team sport challenge like soccer or hockey in the afternoon, and boxing or wrestling matches in the evening. The result was astonishing: an elite squad of robust young men who would have won any Mr. Muscle Championship or Best Fit Contest, not to mention a Well-Endowed Competition.

The coach of Sweden’s Golden Army of Youth woke up one morning with an original idea: “We are going the hold the first GAY Olympic Games.” Bjorn Andersson was a respected, handsome and virile homosexual who got what he wanted nine out of ten times. The sole exception was fucking the commanding officer of the National Home Guard, who nevertheless wholeheartedly supported Bjorn’s initiative. For the first GAY Olympic Games, four disciplines or “sports” were selected: Longest Erection, Thickest Cock, Sperm Throw and Longest Fucking Orgasm. “In any of these sports, insisted Bjorn, cheerleaders, helping hands or mouth, and sex partners can be either male or female.”

Members of the Golden Army of Youth are healthy normal guys, not circus freaks. The five guys registered in the Longest Erection discipline do not compare to Jonah Falcon, the American actor reported as having the world’s largest penis with 9.5 inches (24.13 cm) in length when flaccid and 13.5 inches (34.29 cm) when erect, let alone to Roberto Esquivel Cabrera, from Mexico, who claims to have a cock measuring a whopping 18.9 inches (45.72 cm). This is not an official record because it is believed that Cabrera abnormally stretched his weapon with weights, and has refused to remove the bandages around his bazooka for proper measurement.

The five countries competing for the Longest Erection are Australia, USA, Argentina, Norway and Denmark. The cheerleaders are male and female strippers who are allowed to suck or jerk on demand. Oral and manual stimulations can not last more than 90 seconds, and judges monitor this closely. Three guys and two girls give a helping hand and mouth, and Bjorn is not surprised when the results are announced.

Erick Olsen, from Norway, with the help of Christian Greasy Hand, reaches 30.21 cm and wins the bronze medal. Timothy Conway, from the USA, with the help of Dany Luscious Tongue, reaches 30.36 cm and wins the silver medal. Jeff Smith, from Australia, with the help of Larry Hot Lips, reaches 30.48 cm and wins the gold medal. Bjorn Andersson can not but conclude that this verdict confirms an old saying: “Boys Will Be Boys”, or real boys have more fun with real boys.

The rules for the Thickest Cock discipline were very simple and involved no touching at all. The competitors had to put hands behind their back, concentrate on some kind of stimulation to get an erection and let judges measure the girth or circumference of their appendices. For your information, an international study by the British Journal of Urology measured the penises of 15,521 men, and from their findings, the average flaccid girth was 7.62 cm (3.67 inches); erect penises averaged 10.16 cm (4.79 inches). For size reference, that’s about the width of a tube of toothpaste.

Joseph Dufour from Canada, Luis Verissimo from Argentina and Liam Nilsson from Sweden were the three laureates in this competition. To get aroused, Joseph invited a guy to put his ass hole almost in his face; he measured 10,27 cm and won the bronze medal. Luis called upon an athletic dude to fuck a twink in a jockstrap; he measured 10,41 cm and won the silver medal. Liam asked two male cheerleaders to take a golden shower; he measured a whopping 10,69 cm and won the gold medal. Again, an ALL BOYS cast.

As “Sperm Throw” indicates, it’s about masturbating and ejaculating as far as possible. For your information, semen exits the penis at an average speed of 27,35 km (17 miles) per hour. So, what is the farthest distance a man can ejaculate? Your answer has to be reasonable. I don’t accept something like “30 yards out my window, flew into someone else’s window and nailed my 60-year old neighbor in the eye, he died of a concussion”. Wikipedia tells us that Horst Schultz achieved 6 meters (18 feet and 9 inches)! His ejaculation speed was 67.59 km (42.7 miles) per hour. That kind of qualifies as an extreme sport, don’t you think so?

Putting quantity aside, some men can ejaculate up to 91.44 cm (3 feet). Don’t worry, however, if you feel your own ejaculate isn’t going the distance. The average distance for a male ejaculation is about 17 to 25 centimeters (7 to 10 inches). Oscar Christensen from Denmark, Lars De Jong from the Netherlands and Timothy Conway from the USA were the three laureates in this competition. They could call upon almost any kind of support.

Oscar asked a hairy bear cheerleader to plunge a dildo back and forth in his rear end and he reached 23 cm, winning the bronze medal. Lars asked a soccer player in a bulging jockstrap to play with his nipples and he reached 26 cm, winning the silver medal. Timothy asked Bjorn Andersson to suck his ass hole with frenzy and he reached 28 cm, winning the gold medal. It seems that male support brings the best results in these GAY Olympic Games!

For the Longest Fucking Orgasm competition, the rule is simple: you can only penetrate one partner, male or female. For your information, the average or median time before orgasm is about 6 minutes. The majority of men last between 4 to 11 minutes, with anyone lasting longer than 20 minutes being considered an outlier. Not surprisingly, all three finalists chose to fuck a young man’s tight ass. The British Prime Minister’s son won the bronze medal with 14 minutes. The Canadian Prime Minister’s son won the silver medal with 16 minutes. The Argentinian President’s son won the gold medal with 18 minutes.

Bjorn Andersson was warmly applauded for having organized the first edition of the GAY Olympic Games. His unexpected medal was obviously having the chance to rim Timothy’s rose bud and to reach simultaneously his own orgasm.

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I had not seen sexy Rick since February 24, 2019 when he asked me to come to New York City and his plans/invitation to take me to Amsterdam, The Netherlands for a nice vacation in June 2019.

When I arrived at the airport in New York, I met sexy Rick and we flew off to Amsterdam that same day. During the flight, I could not keep my hands off Rick lusting after his amazing body and yea that big hard cock. I’d been deprived of that athletic body and BIG COCK for four months. During the flight, I used a blanket over us to hide the fact I put my hand down his pants and jerked his rock hard cock and finally caused him to shoot his big load in his briefs.

When we arrived in Amsterdam at mid-day on June 18, we went directly to our hotel, got out of our clothes, gave each other raunchy blowjobs and I stretched out naked on my back on the bed and took lover Rick’s handsome rock hard cock deep in my ass. He fucked me for the longest time before he shot a huge load in my pussy. We were so filled with carnal lust and the fact we had not had sex with each other for four months, he fucked me three more times that night and I sucked him off two times. We finally went off to sleep after his nuts were completely drained of all that juicy semen.

The next day he gave me a wonderful tour of the city and hosted me at a couple of great restaurants. Then we went shopping including a sex shop where he bought a couple of secret items and did not tell me what was in that particular shopping bag. When we went to the gay sex club that evening, he brought along that bag with its secret contents.  WOW, the club was crowded with some 75 or so hot Dutch boys ranging in what I guessed were between 21 and 30-years-of-age.  All those blond-eyed Scandinavian Netherlands-Dutch hot dudes in the club who were mostly wearing only athletic shorts that revealed their type of sports including rugby, soccer, swimmers, tennis players and footballers. 

I became instantly horny as hell and totally erect while salivating lusting after all that blond fresh meat. Rick knew I had a thing about hot blond-haired and blue-eyed Scandinavian-types. I’d never seen so many horny gay blond men before. I also was turned on by those sexy dialectics. In fact, my last lover before meeting Rick was a 20-year-old Dutch  college exchange student with a BIG COCK.

Once again I noticed Rick had that bag with him. What was he up to? You readers need to know that Rick can at times be very kinky with me—I’m more a traditional gay lover enjoying kissing, sucking cock, getting my cock sucked, rimming ass and pure anal fuck.

Rick led me to the club’s restroom, opened that bag and took out  a sexy red puppy collar and a multi-colored  leash. Fuck Rick broke into a big smile, kissed me hard making me very hard as he said: “Baby, I know you love me enough to go along with my kinky idea tonight. Here I’m going to put this puppy collar around your neck that is attached to his cute leash. Now come with me Babe to the dance floor, my sweet bitch.” I followed Rick as he pulled that leash with the collar around my neck out to where all those sexy guys were dancing.

As we walked across the floor with me like an obedient dog, I became very horny and hot. Many of those sexy horny dudes began to whistle, catcall and wow they began to fondle my crotch and slap my puckering ass through my clothes. Rick yelled: “Hey hot dudes, who wants a piece of my bitch boy tonight?”

I noticed guy after guy had developed huge bulges in those athletic shorts and soon many of the guys unzipped their shorts, took out stiff cocks and began to jerk off. Soon several dudes took off those shorts and were then butt naked as they stroked those growing leaking cocks. Most of the dicks were above average–really HOT.

Then the sex party was under way as Rick held onto the leash and jerked me around from one guy to another as the guys played with my ass and crotch. Then one hot tall blond naked dude with a massive cock came up to me and began to take off my clothes as he was joined by another short muscled stocky naked athletic-type guy  with an equally big cock. Within seconds, they had me butt naked , Rick took a seat still holding the leash wiht  a shitty on his face and a huge bulge in his shorts. He had turned me over to these hot dudes. The taller guy ordered me on to the floor on all fours as he got behind me, he lowered his body and began using his tongue to rim my puckering ass. The shorter dude got in front of my face and shoved his leaking red-hot dick in my mouth, as I tasted his growing stream of sweet Dutch precum.

I began to buck my ass back into that tall guy’s face and I sucked hard on that short guy’s throbbing slick dick in my mouth. I moaned and grunted feeling those two guys after my body. Oh my god, I counted ten Dutch naked dudes with their rock hard cocks in their hands as they circled my body. I was the featured entertainment of the evening as a new American bitch.

Soon the big tall dude behind me stopped eating my ass and I felt him bear his huge cock deep in my cock-experienced ass. As Rick looked on, he began to stroke his own cock. He was so aroused. I grunted and moaned as I had  big young Dutch cocks in both of my holes. After enjoying those cocks for some five minutes, then it happened as the two dudes simultaneously shot their huge fresh loads of semen—one cock filled my ass and the other cock drenched my throat with his seed. Soon they both pulled their spent cocks out.

 It was at that point I became thrilled to see one of the big strong bartenders, a huge blond dude ripped with hard muscles and a huge cock revealed from his naked body  go over to Rick and manhandle him by removing Rick’s clothes , putting Rick on the floor on his back , spread Rick’s sexy legs exposing that awesome ass and the hunk came down and plunged his massive dick deep in Rick’s man pussy.

As Rick was being pounded, one of the incredible club’s blond by then naked bouncers that had to weigh at least 250 muscled pounds with huge legs and arms approached me. He took hold of his cock that had to be at least 12-inches, the biggest cock I’d ever seen,   he got down behind me and thrust that horse sized cock deep in my cum filled ass as he used that previous guy’s cum lodged in my ass as the lube to fuck the hell out of my ass. I’d never felt such pain from a cock and yet the most arousing fuck ever. As the guy fucked the hell out of my ass, he used his broken sexy English to say: “Hey, you fucking American slut, how do you like my 12-inch Dutch cock taking care of that man pussy. Tell me you want my Dutch cum deep in that slut pussy.”

Filled with carnal desires like never before, I begged: “OH HELL YEA, give me that foreign semen. Come in me you HUNK.”

He ramp up fucking my ass based on my begging him to fuck me harder. It was not long before I felt his cock swell deep in my ass, he thrust one more time deep and then unleashed a river of his Dutch cum in me.

But the fun was not over yet. As  that hunk pulled that horse cock out of my ass, several guys took hold of me and lifted me off the floor and on my back on a table on my back   with my ass over the edge. Then ten gorgeous Dutchmen lined up with their throbbing hard cocks ready to take turns fucking their new American slut. The guys varied in physical size and size of hard cocks ranging from about 6-inches to 8-inches ready to breed me.

One by one all ten guys ranging in age from 21 to 29-years-of-age  took their turn using their pulsating leaking precum cock heads to enter me. As one guy finished dumping his load in my pussy the next guy was ready to fuck me. Each guy had a very distinct technique of how he used his beating cock to service my worn ass. Some guys went deep with their cocks while other guys only went part way in then pulled out that hard cock and back in. Some of the guys spit in my face as they became turned on; others kissed me and ran their tongues deep in my throat while pounding my ass; and yet other guys sucked on my neck and underarms as they fucked my wet cum filled ass.

For at least an hour my pussy was host to one cock after cock until all ten guys had shared their cum with my ass. The more cum my ass took the easier it was for the next guy to slide his cock in and out using all that cum as a lube. 

After the big bartender had shot his huge load up Rick’s ass, Rick was surrounded by at least ten or so dude’s that begun to stroke their dicks over his body. Finally, I watched one by one of those guys unload a massive shot of cum in his face and on his body. WOW Rick was covered in lots of cum.

Finally, the orgy was over as most guys had released all that cum from their balls.  I watched a some guys who had fucked me went down on my ass and sucked out that stream of Dutch cum while other guys were licking all that cum off Rick’s frame. 

Rick and I got dressed and thanked all those hot dudes for a night to never forget. The big bouncer took off my puppy collar and the leash and said he would keep them as a souvenir. Rick and I went back to the hotel.

Rick had to fly back to New York City the next day and I took a flight to London to meet sexy Patrick Law, my new friend.

The story of fiction with Patrick is for another day.