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I graduated from a very conservative law school and was eager to start my career as an attorney. My specialties were copywriting and patent litigation. I’m Josh….raised in the mountains of western North Carolina. My grandfather owned a Christmas tree farm and I’ve always been a hard worker. The fall I went off to college I was finally free of working tagging and cutting Christmas trees. Fast forward to seven years later I had completed school and landed a job in Charlotte. My grandfather loaned me the money to buy my first adult car. It was a pre owned Volvo. He wanted me to have a very safe, dependable vehicle. Yes, I’m his only grandson and I’m very lucky to be loved and cared for.

 Once I landed my job my first grown up decision was to purchase a townhome. Pops gifted me the down payment and again I was most appreciative and grateful. I’ve settled in to my adult life and loving my career. I admit I spent too many hours at my job and worked many late nights due to overseas calls and emails that functioned on other time zones. One night I was at work and was waiting to place a call to Switzerland at 2 am . I walked into the commons kitchen area and prepared a cup of coffee and picked up a pack of nabs…aka…cheese crackers. Yes, as a southern boy…I still used expressions some may think as country.

My business call was a success. I discussed contract negotiations regarding a patten for a software development that was being developed for the medical field for cancer patients that monitored when a port needed to be replaced and linked that data to a smart phone or watch.

The guy on the other end of the line was extremely knowledgeable and fuck….his voice was so fucking sexy. I will be traveling to see his operations in six weeks. We have been in contact for over six months. I’m attracted to him and I sense a vibe from him that he is willing to explore a time of getting to know each other in a way that isn’t work related.

 When I ended the call I was so fucking hard. I knew I was alone and at 2:40 am…hell…I pulled out my phone and pulled up my favorite guy on an adult site and spend time stoking my cock. I dropped my trousers to the floor. Pulled down my Mr. Davis boxer briefs and stroked my cock. About ten minutes into edging my fat leaking cock….I turned my office chair around and noticed this stud of a man watching me. His identification tag had a name ….Samuel in bold letters. Without saying a word he approached me, dropped to his knees and gingerly kissed my leaking mushroom head. His mustache felt great on my dick. He ran his hands over my legs and enjoyed my thin sheer over the calf stockings. Within minutes I had his cockhead out and tasted him. We got on the floor and positioned our bodies in sixty nine formation. It was amazing sucking his fat cock. His balls smelled of a sandlewood scent.

 He wasn’t much of a talker but he moans were all the encouragement I needed.  

 Samuel pulled me up….used his beefy hands to spread my cheeks and he drove his tongue in my man pussy. My tennis coach in college turned me on to that treat. I love getting fucked…but having my hole eaten….good god! I lubed him cock and he fucked me over a wing backed chair arm. We lost all track of time and about an hour later….one of the senior partners stood in the doorway and said….Samuel, I told you he would be a great fuck. Mr. Higgs approached me…unzipped his trousers and fucked my face. I’ve always admired this man. He’s approximately 60 years old….silver hair and a beard that is very distinguished. After Samuel dumped a load in my ass he was instructed to take his leave. Mr. Higgs moved behind me and ate Sam’s cum out of my ass. Next thing he moved to me…cupped my face and kissed me. He was so passionate yet aggressive at the same time. He fucked me and damn…his cock was perfect. After he finished….he told me go to his corner office, use his shower and head home. Within the hour I was home, ready for bed…and I had a knock at my door. Mr. Higgs sent breakfast to me via DoorDash. He texted me and said….next month …I want you to go to my beach house for a three day weekend at the outer banks. Damn…..I’ve never been more excited about my career, my boss and exploring this great new project.

[Reader: If you are sexually active, please use healthy precautions, be regular about medical check-ups, and only act with consent. Actions in this fantasy story do not carry consequences. In real life, they do.]

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Reunion

Third morning alone in the bush. I should get to the village by midday today if I’m right. I’ve gathered some berries and roots and washed them in the little river to eat them. I’m just finishing. Suddenly, I am surrounded by bushmen. My spear is not near me. All I can do is stand here – still. I think that I recognize them.

They stare at me, looking a little puzzled. I am staring back. I say in my tribe’s language, “I am Tkan.”

Two of them look to one another and then back at me. They point their spears downward. Laughing and talking fast, all of them at the same time, they are circling me, touching me. One of them recognizes my koteka by the drawing of the spring coming from the rock at its base as the one Ndu gave me.

I tell them that I have not spoken “our” language in a few years, so I am slow. They ask how long I will visit. I tell them, “That will depend on the chief.”

One of them runs fast ahead of us. He wants to tell what they have discovered. As we come into the village – right on the spot where I was first brought as a captured, intruding missionary – the chief, the shaman (“Papa”) . . . and Ndu are standing to greet me.

The chief offers me his hand, and then Papa . . . and then Ndu. After shaking each of their hands, I kneel before the chief and look up into his face and then to his sheathed cock. He removes the penis gourd and I take his cock to suck it. It is not so much a sensuous action as an act of obeisance to him as chief. I both recognize his superiority and pleasure him. Then, I do the same for Papa. When I come to Ndu, I turn, place my hands on the ground, and offer him my ass. He takes off his sheath and kneels behind me. He is already hard and leaking. He uses his pre-cum to finger my hole and enters it with his huge cock. When he finishes he stands and I kneel in front of him to clean him with my tongue. I have returned home.

It is the middle of the day, and food was already being prepared. The warriors present all join in the big common hut, and we eat out of the sun’s heat. They are all welcoming. I am hopeful that the chief will favor my request.

As the men go back to their usual day’s work, Ndu takes me aside. I tell him, “I found no peace in where we both came from. I thought of this place, the tribe, you, the men. I dreamed of it, waking night after night covered in my own cum.”

“So, you came to visit . . . and came wearing your sheath as I told you to do!” he said with a broad smile.

“Yes. I came wearing my sheath. But, I have not come to visit. I want to ask the chief to accept me into the tribe.”

“You said when you left that you could not stay . . . that you do not believe in the phallus god.”

“I still do not. Is it still the same with you, too?”

“It is. And, no one else but you knows.”

“In California, I tried to adjust to living again in the country I came from – where we came from – but I could not. And, I certainly could not return here as a missionary! I was wanting the simpler life that you have here . . . even though it is also harder.

“I have sold and given away everything I had. All I have now is this sheath, this spear, these sandals, and bits of herbs and roots left in the pouch. I even burned my passport when I started into the jungle to come here. Jack Williams is gone. Tkan is the man talking to you.”

“Do you want me to ask the chief for you?”

“No, Ndu. I want to ask him myself. But, would you be with me when I do?”

“Tkan, I will be beside you.”

Our time talking seems like it has passed like a bird flying quickly by. Suddenly, it is the late afternoon. My speech has been slower than when I left a few years ago. I have to stop to recall some words in the language. I am understanding everything Ndu says, though. I wonder if he has been speaking slowly for me.

Ndu tells me, “It is time for me to go to the clearing and wait in the chair for those who want my seed or to give me theirs. Do you want to be the warrior who tends my cock today as I wait?”

All I do is smile. We get up from where we have been squatting as we spoke. We go there side by side until we reach the clearing. I find myself just automatically falling a few steps behind Ndu as we go to the chair. He hands his koteka to me and lowers himself onto the dildo carved into the seat of the chair. I place our two cock sheaths aside. He points to where the cock necklace is hanging on the back of the chair. I take it and put it over his head. I notice that there are more dried cocks and balls on it than there were the last time I saw it. Once around Ndu’s neck, it is hidden underneath his long hair and beard.

Waiting for any warrior who wishes to enter the clearing and approach him as a source of continuing strength, I am kneeling in front of Ndu. I take his long, thick cock into my hands and begin to stroke it. I am gazing at it as he sits observing my ministrations. Nearly immediately, he begins to drip pre-cum. I use it to slick his hard shaft and firm, round cock head. He looks down at me, a contented groan escaping his mouth. Until one of the warriors approaches him, I will keep him semi to full hard and leaking pre-cum.

After about an hour, during which some warriors came to Ndu, he and I are leaving for the village. Four of the tribesmen approach us as we leave the phallus clearing. One of them holds up his hand. He tells us that the chief has ordered them to tie me to the pallet in the clearing.

The first day I came to the tribe about three years ago, the same thing was done. I go with them. Ndu goes into the village.

I’ve been lying on the pallet for an hour or so. It’s about four feet from end to end and suspended a little below waist high. Its grid frame is padded with grasses. My wrists and ankles are tied to its corners, with my knees up. My hole is exposed at the distance of a man’s cock from the ground.

As the sun sets, warriors enter the circle. When it’s just about dark, the chief, the shaman, and Ndu enter. Ndu goes to the chair. The chief walks to the pallet and turns to the center, where the phallus stands with the fire pile in front of it ready to be lit. He says to those gathered, “We are joyful tonight. We welcome a friend back among us.”

With that, he signals the men with the torches to light the pile, and the ritual begins. The drums start. The men tighten the circle. I look to my side, and I see that Ndu has taken a place beside the pallet – just as he did that first night I was in this clearing. As the chanting rises and the men cast off their kotekas, he does the same to his own and to mine. As he did that first night about three years ago, he is masturbating my dick with one hand and his own with the other. He smiles down at me. He repeats in labored English what he said that first night – “This . . . not . . . hell.”

Unlike that time, I do not try to back away from his hand or call him a heathen. I am smiling back at him. I raise my hips to meet his movement up and down on my erect shaft. Also, like that first time, Ndu times his own orgasm to happen along with mine . . . both of us onto my chest. He scoops some of our cum onto his fingers, then leans over to lick off the rest. As he brings his hand toward my face, I open my mouth and put out my tongue to lick his fingers clean. He leans further over me and puts his mouth to mine. His tongue enters my mouth and our two tongues lock.

As the ritual frenzy grows, several of the men come to the base of the pallet. They thrust their stiff cocks into my hole. Very quickly I can feel the cum from so many loads up my ass dripping out onto the pallet. After a long time, the chief tells one of them to untie my wrists and ankles.

I stand. It takes a bit to get the stiffness out of my arms and legs. I move my arms in circles and do some shallow squats, cum dripping from my hole. Once I feel balanced, I join in the orgy all around me. I am masturbated, sucked and fucked, and I return the favors.

The thrill of being back here in this ritual fills me just as much as do the men’s cocks. As I suck them, the smells of their pubic bushes brings me back to the last time I was here doing this. It does not seem like it was two years ago . . . just days ago.

The men drumming are stinted by others so that they can join in the orgy. One of them I knew well. He comes to me as soon as he leaves the drums. He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me downward. I lie back on the ground and raise my legs as he kneels, hard and dripping, ready to fuck my hole. With my ankles on his shoulders, his magnificent cock tunnels slowly into me. He massages my prostate with it. My hips begin to buck to match his rhythm. He is in no hurry and goes on for a very long time. Finally, his body stiffens and his thrusts grow harder. He cums, shooting several times, then pulls out of me, dripping. He looks at me and laughs. As he rises, he says to me, “Tkan has returned. It is good.” Then, he moves to continue with others.

As the fire dies, the men are leaving the clearing. Ndu comes to me and tells me to join them in the long hut. My day has been very long. Outside of a short time to sleep while I was tied to the pallet before the ritual, I’ve not slept since waking this morning in the jungle. I lie down along side Ndu and the other tribesmen. I sleep immediately.

Waking, we all start the day by going to the river to wash away the remains of last night’s ritual from our bodies. Then, we eat. The men of the tribe all have duties assigned to them by the chief. Ndu tells me, “Let us go to the chief.”

Standing in his presence and about to ask him if I can become a member of the tribe, I am nervous. What if he says no? It is time, and I say, “Chief, I wish to ask a great favor of you and the members of the tribe. I have thought much about this. Before entering the jungle, I gave away the last of my belongings. All I have is what you see. I left those who were my people because I know now that I want to be one of YOUR people, a tribesman here.”

“You want to become one of us? Yes – when I saw how you prepared your body and your koteka covering your penis, I thought you might ask me this. How sure are you?”

“I am as sure as I can say, Chief. I have spoken with Ndu. That is why he is with me.”

“You wish never to leave us?”

“I do wish that, Chief.”

“I will think about this. I will speak with the shaman and with the council.”

We turn and leave. At least he did not reject me. I am still nervous. I look to Ndu who has not said anything. “Did I do well? What will he do? Will the council let me stay?”

“Do not forget that I am on the council. I will speak for you to stay.”

“When will you meet?”

“We meet whenever the chief calls us. I think it will be very soon. Maybe this day. Your request is important.”

“I don’t know what to do while I wait.”

“Come with me. I want my friend who trained me to start training you. You need to learn the skills of a warrior. When you were here before, you learned only about how to live in the tribe.”

I have spent the day with Ndu’s close friend who trained him. He has said he would do the same for me. He hopes that the chief will let me stay.

It’s late in the day, so I go to the phallus clearing to tell Ndu that I wish to receive his seed. Another warrior is there, so I stand back and wait. When he leaves, I walk to the chair. I turn away from it and kneel on all fours. Ndu rises and then kneels behind me. He takes some cum still leaking from his cock and wets my hole as he stretches it. He is saying nothing. I feel him enter me quickly but not too rough. He rocks in and out. His cock is large. It fills me. I welcome it. Very soon, Ndu cums. I do not so much feel his cum shooting into me as I do his juices dripping from my hole. I feel more confident that the chief will accept me having this sign of acceptance from the tribe’s living phallic symbol of its unity.

While we prepare the food to eat for the evening, I ask Ndu when the meeting will happen. He tells me, “It already has. We met today.”

I feel my stomach drop. I am fearful what I might hear. I ask, “What is the answer?”

“I must let the chief tell you his answer. I only know what the men said. The chief does not let us say what happens in the council. To do that without his saying we can would bring punishment.”

“Oh . . . I didn’t know. But, I am nervous.”

“Wait, Tkan. As you will learn the longer you are here, nature walks at its own pace. What it brings, it brings. What the chief decides, he decides. He will do it when he does it. That is all.”

“I hear your words, Ndu. I will try to understand the ways of nature . . . of the tribe . . . as you have done.”

We have eaten and the chief is getting up. He is raising his hand for all to be silent.

“My brothers. Tkan has asked to become one of us. He has no things left that belong to him where he came from. He has put them away from himself. He is like us now. He has only what we share in this village. The council has told me that they do not object. If anyone of you does not wish this, raise your hand and we will hear what you say.”

There is a silence. I look around and no hand is being raised.

The chief says, “Very well, then. Tkan, stand.”

I do so.

He continues, “Tkan, I ask you again. Do you wish to become one of us?”

“I do wish it, Chief.”

“Will you promise never to leave us?”

“I will, Chief.”

“Come, then, and kneel before me.”

I am kneeling in front of the chief who is removing his koteka. He does not need to tell me what is expected of me. I take his cock and masturbate it and then take it into my mouth. I suck his cock head as I hold it tight with my lips. I begin to lick up and down his shaft, beginning to drool heavily. I work his cock as well as ever I have in the years since first I tasted a penis here in this village. He is not moving . . . until his pelvis begins to move back and forth, causing his cock to go deep into my throat, and then nearly back out of my mouth. Finally, he is cumming. He is shooting his seed straight down my throat. As he withdraws, I take my hands and grip his stiff member. I lick it clean.

He says, “Tkan, rise.” I do so. “Remove your koteka and turn toward your brothers.” I do so.

He takes my cock, hard and leaking, in his fist. With his other hand he takes his own. The chief turns sideways and the shaman turns me toward the chief. In front of the tribesmen, he takes our two cocks in his hands and begins to masturbate them together. My stimulation has been steadily growing, and I am too excited to control it. Quickly I cum, shooting my seed into his pubic hair. He wipes it around and then raises his hand to my mouth. I lick his fingers clean. He reaches with both hands behind my ass and pulls our bodies together so that our crotches share my cum.

He turns me toward the men. He says to them, “Welcome your brother, Tkan. He will be a warrior like you.”

They all stand and cheer. They approach me. Their arms are over my shoulders. They are handling my stiff and leaking cock and then licking their fingers when they let it go.

Indeed – I am home . . . with MY tribe.

It is the evening now. I have come to the hut where the shaman lives. Ndu calls him “Papa”. At the entrance, I kneel as I call to him. He comes and stands before me. I look up at him, saying nothing. I lick my lips and I look at his balls hanging below his koteka. He smiles, removes it, and his thick, semi-hard cock is nearly touching my face. I lean toward it, taking it into my mouth, not using my hands at all. I lick his cock head and suck hard on it. I come off and lick up and down his shaft. He has come to a full hardon. I go back on his entire dick. I work up and down on it, slow at first then faster. I feel him stiffening as his moans increase. His cock head is down my throat and he cums straight down into me. I come off of his member and lick him clean. As he replaces his koteka, I take the cord at its base and replace it around his balls.

He says to me, “Rise, Tkan. I welcome you. Why have you come to me?”

“May I do as Ndo and call you ‘Papa’?”

Smiling, he tells that I can.

“Papa, when Ndu was new in the tribe, he tells me that he lived with you and that you chanted over him with your hands on his head to help him forget his past . . . even his language. I ask you to do that for me, if you will.”

“Tkan, I will do for you as I did for Ndu. My hut is now your shelter until you feel it is time to leave to go to live with your fellow warriors.”

“Thank you, Papa. I wish your magic to work for me as it did for Ndu.”

During the daytime, Ndu’s good friend is training me in the ways of the warrior. A few times a week, we have the phallus ritual in the clearing. I also go to Ndu seated on the chair in the late afternoon to be encouraged in my journey here by receiving his seed. I am living with Papa. Each night he spends some time chanting over me with his hands on my head. As he does so, I lick and suck his balls hanging below the base of his koteka. During these times I am hard and leaking pre-cum down to the ground in the hut. I sleep alongside the shaman. We often enter one another with our cocks. His age has not made him less able to perform. He is strong and lustful.

The season is changing. I have been here some new moons now. The warrior who trains me is happy with how well I have learned the skills I need with the bow, the knife, the spear, and the blowgun. My sandals have been long discarded, unneeded now. Like my brothers, my only covering is the gourd, the koteka, on my penis.

I do not often think of my life before this tribe. When I do, it is hard to recall much of it, and I think of it in the language of our tribe. The words of my old language are vaguely present, but like words written on a page and partly erased. My mind is that page.

I have asked Papa if I can be marked on my body . . . as he is marked and Ndu is marked, and as some of my brothers are, too. I have told him that since my flesh looks different than my brothers, I want it to be seen clearly on my body who I am now and who my people are. He is pleased with my wishes and has consented to have the tribesman who is the best at chiseling the marks into the flesh begin to do so on my body. He tells me that for this season, he wishes only the front of my body to be marked. In future seasons, as his dreams reveal it to him, more will be done. Even though he has told me it will be very painful, anticipating this makes my cock hard.

Ndu also is pleased that I want to be marked. He has come to watch the first time that the warrior doing it takes the chisel and the stain to my body. Ndu takes off his cock sheath and I see his member rising. My sheath was already off, and I am lying on my back. Mine is hard, too. He masturbates as he watches. I do the same.

I no longer have dreams about being some place else. I no longer have trouble sleeping.

The marking of my body took some weeks, but it is done now. Since I feel and think and look like the bushman warrior I have become, I have moved back into the common hut. Ndu has invited me to sleep often on the other side of him from the brother who trained him and still trains me in the skills of the warrior. When I do so, I often wake in the morning with his cock lingering in my hole or newly entering it.

When we met, those two missionary-boys never imagined they would become two bushmen in a phallus worshipping tribe. We are both where we belong.

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I heard your conversation

I had just returned from a football match with my friends that had ended sooner than I expected and once home, I had a shower first and then grabbed a book and started to read. My parents didn’t know I was home.

And suddenly I started hearing a conversation they were having and of course was never intended for me to hear.

-I don’t wanna suck your cock, Eustace.

The voice was my mother’s. She’s Vivian Reynolds, 43 now and she’s a university teacher. She teaches History, but in the afternoons. Now it was 11 a.m. of a Friday in September.

-It’s been almost two years that you haven’t sucked my cock, Vivian.

Now it was my father’s voice. My father’s Eustace Reynolds, one year older than his wife. He’s a family doctor.

-I don’t like blowjobs, Eustace, I’d rather be fucked, is it that you don’t like fucking me?

-You know I love it, Vivian, but I long for blowjobs. It’s something I really love. We could change our routine.

-I ain’t gonna suck your cock. Fuck me, or else nothing.

-You’ve just turned me off. Now I can’t do it.

-So I’ll leave you now, Eustace, I must go shopping.

It was then that I saw my mother coming out and she almost stumbled with me.

-Oh hi Edwin, didn’t know you were home.

And she left. I’m Edwin Reynolds. At 23, I’m studying history at university cause I can count on my mother’s advice and she’s my teacher. But that does not make it easy. She marks my exams but often fails me. I’m gay but my parents don’t know.

But instantly I saw my father coming out of his room and sighed first and later sat on the couch where I was.

-Not a good day, dad?

-I’ve had better days, Edwin.

-Sorry dad, but I heard your conversation. I’ve been home for half an hour and I heard what mum told you.

-Oh, Edwin, we’d better not talk about it.

And just then I started stroking my dad’s crotch.

-A man also has some needs and I could show you how a dick must be pleased, how a man must be pleased.

-Stop this, Edwin, I’m your father, it’s not correct.

-Your dick right now belies your words, dad.

-Are you gay then, Edwin? -he finally asked me.

-I am dad.

-Well, I love you just the same, Edwin. You can be with whomever you fancy, but not with your own father, please stop.

But instead of stopping, I pulled down his zipper and took out my father’s cock, really hard then, and started to masturbate him.

-Please Edwin, your mother’s not at work, she’s shopping and might return at any moment and catch us.

-Then you’ll have to cum soon -I answered never stopping the masturbation-, if we had more time, I’d give you a blowjob. I love mum dad, but if she doesn’t do it, it will be me: you’ll have a willing mouth, I promise. And when you cum, your semen will be under the table and she wouldn’t notice. I’ll mop it later.

-I’m cumming, Edwin -my father shouted, really aroused at my first masturbation, despite having told me that I shouldn’t. Oh if he allowed me, I would really show him how a dick must be pleased.

-I’m not angry at you, Edwin. I understand that you’re gay and wanted to try this experience with your father, but still don’t know whether this is correct.

He had time enough to hide his dick before my mother returned. Instantly she went to the kitchen to prepare lunch and then I seized the opportunity to mop the living room so that my father’s spunk could not be seen.

Soon later we had lunch. My father was all the time hard. I think my mother didn’t notice and if she did, she could think my father was hard cause he could still be thinking of the frustrated blowjob.

But it would be me who would give Eustace Reynolds a blowjob when my mother left for work.

When she finally left us, I looked lewdly at my father, wanting him sure that I would please him more.

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All persons and depicted activities are between consenting adults over 18 years old at all times.

I love my life. I love my homies. Most of all, I love my skateboard. I am what you would call a skater-bater. When I was not boarding and hanging with my homeboys, I was jerking off. I have no job; I never even looked. I barely graduated from high school. I live with my dad in a big high-rise condo apartment in Toronto, Canada. My Parents divorced when I was 9, and my mom moved to another province.

My name is Tommy Wagner. I am 19 years old, with long, dirty, sandy blonde-brown ash hair. Some said I looked like a dishevelled cat-faced Jared Celma, but with more rugged and bad-boy looks. The homies and I are all a bit gothic and punkish. We are adorned with earrings, piercings, tongue studs, lip studs, bracelets, chains, belts, and goth tattoos (Boy, was Dad ever pissed about those!). We loved our ripped and torn half-shredded jeans with undies hanging out. Worn-out Rock T-shirts, bandanas…you get the picture.

I am not sure about my sexuality. I never really had a girlfriend. Kissed a few and felt them up this past year behind malls after we were all 18 (Of course), but I was finding myself these last few months fantasizing sometimes about me and my buds having sex. Most of all, I knew deep inside what got me super horny and raging hard was older college dudes and young men in their late 20s or 30s, even a few 40 or 50-year-olds. Perhaps it is because I need a Daddy, as mine was never there; even though he was right there, I was invisible to him since Mom left. The year after I turned 18, when dad was not around (Which was most of the time), I started playing with my virgin asshole. Holy Fuck! It felt so awesome, especially that hard, round walnut part, which was called something…When I pressed and rubbed it hard with a few fingers, I could squirt fantastic cum from that alone. Many older dudes played into my anal masturbation. I am a virgin to all genders; really, nothing with no one.

One professional in our building, Jordan Brown, was a notable Individual. I am not sure what he did for a living, but he drove a nice, orange-yellow, badass four-door Dodge Ram Pickup truck, complete with all the bells and whistles. The homies and I used to joke about stealing it, but we were all pussies. We harassed him regularly in the parking garage as we flew past him on our boards, always ensuring we almost knocked him over and then laughed and pointed, saying, “Sorry, Dude!” We got away with it because my dad is the Superintendent and complex manager.

If Jordan only knew, secretly I loved hitting him to feel his strong, muscular thirty-something body. He must be six feet four inches and in fitness model shape. I tried not to stare at him in the pool and fitness room, but many times, behind my black sunglasses, I couldn’t keep my eyes off those ripped, lean, chiselled muscles; the warm, silky, dark brown, perfect medium hair; those blue eyes; and teeth like arctic white, with a Hollywood quality. Recently, late at night, he was my go-to fantasy jerk off; sometimes I almost thought I would get my entire hand up my ass as I pumped my cock and blasted cum all over the headboard and wall. I would lick it up and wish it were his.

Today, it all changed. I am here, shaking and sweating, unsure of what to do. You see, Dad has been on my case about being a useless twat…Well, I can’t dispute that now, can I? Today was the monthly Fire Alarm and sprinkler clearance testing throughout our twenty-story condo building; required by law under an act and compliance by the Office of the Solicitor General, If we (Dad) can’t prove that it was done, he could lose the job he has had in the condo building here for over ten years since Mom left. He was short-staffed and begged me to help with the unit inspections. I decided to accept his offer, as he had agreed to pay me, his unappreciative son, $200 for the day, so I leapt at it and agreed.

We started at 8:00 AM on the main floor, as notice of entry had been given to all residents three days prior.

The condo owners were accustomed to it monthly. Dad worked on the East side of the building, and I worked on the West. I was exhausted, with a clipboard in hand, as the alarm sounded, the lights flashed, and the dozen or so sprinkler heads in each unit were confirmed to be cleared of obstructions. By the time we reached the penthouse on the 20th, as each floor had 20 units, totalling over 400, 200 units each were assigned for checking and initialling by me. Some people were home, while others were not. If the solicitor’s office were to audit, it would involve reviewing our paperwork and conducting direct contact with residents, or a mail survey. Each unit, as we entered with the master key, took about 3 minutes to check and verify, so 200 units would be a 10-hour job.  We had three quick twenty-minute breaks and piss stops.

Finally, I was in the last unit corner of the penthouse floor. As soon as the door opened, I was taken aback by its luxury, beauty and super sexy décor. The residents were not home. The Black gloss walls and Red Leather Furniture, the light maple hardwood. Strange, the lag hooks in the walls about the sofa and the halls. Umpteen hoses in the vast spa-like shower. Then I entered the master bedroom with what I can only describe as a king-size bondage bed. I was skulking all around and spying as I checked the flashing lights, alarms and sprinkler heads. There were several chests, drawers, and a tarp-covered shelf unit—numerous books on human sexual behaviour… written by Jordan Brown, PhD.

Then I noticed the naked male erotica and sex pics on the walls. Holy Fuck! It was Jordan! I was in Jordan’s unit. I wasn’t paying attention to the names on the list, as I didn’t have time for that. Since it was the last one on the list, I could not help but indulge my horniness. OMG, his cock is huge in these naked pics. It must be almost 10 inches and thick, with an awesome brown bush. I found my 6.5” cock swelling and starting to lube a boatload of precum. I couldn’t help myself, so I decided to open the drawers in the bedroom. All I saw were things I had no idea what they were…Metal cage type cock like shapes and locks, and metal tubes and rubber this and that spaghetti type shit, handcuffs thing I never saw or could understand.

I pulled back the tarped shelf units and almost passed out. There were dozens of massive, giant dildo creatures cocks as big as my arms and some the size of my legs. How could anyone get these up their butt? I had no idea. Why is my cock getting so hard and dripping? I released my 6.5” cut boner and started to pump…I am going to cum just from the thought of these penetrating…penetrating my ass…Oh Fuck am I insane! Surely my insides would explode…but Jordan has these… so…Oh God. Looking at his nakedness pics and all the sex toys, I became dizzy and lightheaded. My cock has never been this erect ever!

Oh Fuck! What is that! I peered at the corner of the ceiling. Horror and complete utter mortification washed over me. The place is full of motion sensor recording cameras. The lights are Red and sometimes flashing. Jordan was watching and had recorded me…Oh Fuck!

I quickly zipped up my fly, damn near catching my cock in the zipper. My erection was still very evident; torn jeans cum soaked, so I ran out to the elevator after slamming the door and locking it.

The elevator opened, and there, lo and behold, was Jordan. Smiling at his phone. He glanced at me, smirked and exited. I ran in with my head down in shame and pressed the close button as if doing emergency Morse code; I dare not make eye contact! My heart was racing, and my head was exploding. My erection is still like titanium.

I texted Dad that I was done and that I left my results in the office. I ran to our unit and straight to the shower. I locked the door and turned on the water. I spit in my hand and jam my fingers up my hole. Two…then Three…then Four. I quivered them and cried out in great rapture as my semen exploded all over the grey tiles, dripping down. I licked and sucked up my cum, savouring its youth and fresh sweetness.

I pulled out my fingers, which were covered with feces. My mind turned to all those hoses Jordan had in his bathroom spa shower. I took the shower head and reduced the water pressure until I could unscrew the head from the hose. Slowly, I popped the hose end up my asshole and came again as the filling water was so pleasurable, having done this for the first time. After a few more small ejaculations, I was crystal clear and re-attached the head and continued to shower and wash my hole inside and out and rinse and repeat; all was sparkling clean and fresh!

Why did I have an inexplicable need to clean my hole? My cock was hard and dripping again. I collapsed to the floor as the water sprinkled over me. What was I going to do? Would Jordan file a complaint that I invaded his privacy? Well, I hadn’t shared or told anyone… yet! I am sure he would be embarrassed if anyone found his…his…his…I was getting dizzy again. The thoughts of his unit. The toys, the instruments, the implements…what would it feel like? I loved my fingers and almost got my hand up my ass. I wondered, what does it feel like to have a hand or these massive toys in one’s ass…or his giant, beautiful penis in my ass? Well…maybe I am gay or bi at least. Now what do I do?

I recalled his books on Human Sexual behaviour. I speculated that, as he is noted as a PHD, he must be a professor at one of our universities. Surely the thought of that settled and calmed me. A big breath, and I now felt certain that I should put on clean clothes and go up and see him. Perhaps he or I could come in to apologize for what he saw and recorded me doing. This now percolated in my punk ass skater-bater horny 19-year-old uncertain sexuality anal enjoying penetrating brain.

I had some water and a small amount of food. Dad has left $300 on my bed as a thank you for the great help and a tip. He had gone to his curling club meeting with his buds. He would not be home until midnight or later, perhaps. It was 8 PM. I walk back to my bedroom and grease my asshole with some water-based pineapple-flavoured lube. God…I hope I know what I am doing. I have never had a boy’s or man’s penis in me or sucked a boy’s cock. All I have done is pathetically kiss a few girls and rub their tits…I didn’t even get half a chub or wet at all…But I secretly loved playing with my hole till I came. Down deep, I had fantasized that my fingers were Jordan’s cock. Little did I know his cock was the size of my arm.

I gave myself one more look over and wet my hair with some gel. I put on some eyeliner and decided to embrace my femboy yearning. I went to the elevator and pressed the button for the twentieth floor. Jordan’s end corner unit on the southwest was # 2020. How appropriate, the perfect vision result. I felt my heart racing and sweat on my head and neck. I then realized that the 2/3rd cut off jeans I had on yet again had a tear and rip right on the ass crack seam…maybe that would be handy?

I reached his unit, breathless and shaking in my six-foot-tall frame, weighing 140 pounds, with a lean, moderate sculpting form (thanks to skateboarding).

“This was it. Fuck it, Tommy, come on, you pussy! Man up and knock already.” I said to myself. I was all ready to say “hi” in a sexy, seductive look. I practiced knocking for almost a minute. Then, by accident, one knuckle knocked on the door, so I was committed. I then jumped in and knocked forcefully, almost in anger, 5x! Fuck!

I knocked again; my heart raced, and I thought I was going to piss my pants. The door opened, and there stood Jordan, wearing nothing but a red net thong!!

He stared intensely at me, saying nothing. I stammered out, “HHHHHHHH ……. HHHHHHIIIIIII HHHHHIIIIIII! UUUUUMMMMM AAAAAAAHHHHH…HHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIII!” Oh Fuck I felt so stupid, I almost began to run.

Finally, Jordan spoke, “Hello Thomas, I have been expecting you. Would you like to cum in?”

I nervously replied, “Yes, Mr. Brown, I would like to cum in.” He smiled, and I entered. The door shut forcefully and was immediately locked with three locks. I was so turned on that all he had on was a see-through thong. His huge cock was half hard and had a large drip at his glans tip.

I said, “I’d best take off my shoes, Mr. Brown.”

He replied, “No, Thomas. Please leave them on. You will need them for balance and support. You will always address me as Professor Brown. Is that clear?”

I said, “Yes, Professor Brown.” He slowly pushed my back against his foyer wall. He was just inches from my face and body. My penis was tented and visible in my jeans. He was a complete, perfect god and so fucking gorgeous. I swallowed hard, not knowing what to do. He rubbed his cheek against mine and then slid his tongue up and down my neck to my ear and around my jaw line.

He asked, “Thomas, have you ever touched a man’s penis before?”

Shaking and gasping, I answered, “No, Professor Brown.”

He continued, “Thomas, would you like to touch my penis?”

I swallowed and, with trembling anxiety, answered, “Very much so, Professor Brown.” Nodding and bobbing my head like a rock ’em sock ’em game. He led me to his area rug in his living room. Once there, he pulled me close and sucked my mouth, taking my tongue deep into his, swirling it around. I felt my cock ejaculate a semen cum squirt and knew immediately at that point that this was the sex that I had wanted my entire life. I melted like butter in his arms; his tongue and hands caressing me all over. I returned the moves as much as I could. I grabbed his hard package and fondled his huge cock and balls beneath his red net thong.

Professor Brown suddenly pushed me to the floor. I instinctively rubbed with both my hands his penis and testicles and began to suck and lick his thong, tasting his man cum juice for the first time. His precum tasted like honey and mangoes. I was dizzy again with excitement. When he was fully erect, I pulled down his thong. Just as I had hoped and feared, before my eyes bounced a cum dripping, beautiful, 10” raging man cock, the likes I had never seen in porn.

He grabbed the back of my head and slowly slapped and slid his big cock all over my begging lips and face. I grabbed it with both my hands and took him in my mouth. It tasted incredible. Salty and sweet. I wanted it down my throat and to feel his orgasm down my stomach. Fuck! He is so big.

Suddenly, he grabbed my long, shaggy hair and began to thrust his huge penis in my mouth and throat. This I was NOT ready for. I coughed some and had a little choke.

He said, “Do you want me to stop Thomas?”  I froze, not knowing how to answer, as I sure did not want to fuck up sex with him.

I blurted out, “No, Professor Brown. Please do not stop as long as it is fine if I puke some on your rug…I have had very little to eat and drink, so face-fuck the hell out of me. I am a little begging virgin cock sucker wannabe!”

Oh Fuck! I can’t believe I just said this death sentence line! He smiled and forced his cock in my mouth hard and fast as I gasped and gagged. He kept my watering, tearing eyes on his as in some fucked up way I was really enjoying being hard and rough faced fuck like this from such a massive man cock, even though I could hardly breathe and was close to barfing. Still, I love it!!

 Harder and deeper, he forced his great, long, thick penis down my mouth and throat, and released and repeated just before I was about to choke and puke. It went on for twenty minutes. I swallow a lot of precum, but not a blown ejaculation yet. My cheeks were soaked with tears and spit, and cum was dripping from my lips and mouth.

Suddenly, he lifted me and turned me around on his sectional sofa, placing me in a doggie position. He knelt behind me, and I felt his strong man’s hands grab my split jeans and pull them apart. He tore my worn underwear in 1/2, and when my lubed, flavoured anus felt the cool air, it was quickly followed by the most heavenly sensation I have ever imagined. Professor Brown had his tongue licking and slurping up and down my ass crack and parting and circulating all around my little virgin, clean, pineapple-flavoured asshole. He sucked and ate my hole as I cried out in bliss, joy, and rapture.

“Yes, Professor Brown! Yes! Please eat my virgin Boy hole and turn me into a real man. Oh Fuck your tongue, it feels so good on my cunt! Yes, Eat My cunt, Professor Brown…OOOOOOHHHHH FFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK!” It felt so good with his tongue going deep in my loosening, sparking sweet rectum> I wanted his cock so bad, and I hoped I would feel the pain…I wanted to feel the pain I knew would bring me to the ultimate anal pleasure ever!

Finally, after 10 minutes of devouring my boy-cunt, Professor brown stood up and grabbed my belt. The next thing I felt was his large penis tip pressing on my hole. He spat some and rubbed his fingers and twiddled; it felt glorious as my ass and hips rotated in the pleasure.

He said, “Just breathe, Thomas and relax your anal hole. I can tell you have been playing with it for some time. My cock is huge, and this will hurt. I’m going to breed you and promise you that by morning, you will have experienced orgasms and pleasure like you can’t possibly imagine. Now here is my man cock fucking and breeding your virgin boy-cunt!”

I felt the entry and pressure much more than my fingers. Suddenly, his big glans popped in, and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. He stayed still for a second and then started to thrust deeper and deeper. Each thrust and drilling penetration with his huge cock was much deeper than my fingers had been; each thrust had a burning pain and intense pressure, yet I wanted more and more. I winced and bit through the discomfort.

He stated, “Thomas, I am in you over six inches and now will penetrate through your sigmoid second hole. This will hurt at first, but in ten minutes you will be pounding back begging more and more.”

I answered, “Please, Professor Brown Breed my boy-cunt and give me your entire big cock balls deep!” What am I saying!!! I fucking out of my mind!!

Both his hands grabbed my belt, and suddenly I screamed with intense searing pain. I was sure he was coming out of my stomach like an alien creature. I screamed and yelled some more with gasps, grunts, groans, and moans. A few more thrusts and suddenly I felt his pubic hair on my crack!

I cracked a smile! I was alive, and he was balls deep. I turned my head and made eye contact. He leaned forward and kissed me hard and wet.

“Here we go, Thomas, welcome to man fuck heaven!” OMG! With one hand on my shoulder and the other on my belt, remember that he is fucking my ass with my jeans still on, my zipper and buckle done up. My raging cock is trapped in my tight undies. His penis and hips started thrusting like a train geared wheels starting up, gaining speed down the track.

He and all had said this would happen. In about ten minutes of his continued boy-cunt pounding balls deep, the pain faded more and more as my cunt opened like an alien pod, and I found myself in an anal slut fucking mode, starting to push back against his thrusts. The building pleasure and sensations…I never could even fathom the possibility. It was exponentially more incredible than my fingers could have imagined. I felt my little walnut cum button must be the size of a baseball by now. My orgasm was commencing; he knew it and went even deeper and faster, bruising my hips and ass bones…I wanted even more!

In another minute, I hollered, “Professor Brown, I am cumming! Oh Fuck! I have never cum like this! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS GGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOGGGGGGGGGG OOOOOOHHHHH YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS” I am not sure how many eruptions I had. Still, my semen was dripping and running out the back of my underwear down my torn jeans and down the inside of my jeans to my knees. I sure hope my poor little seven-inch cock gets released soon.

 Then I felt it! Professor brown grunted and groaned and screamed, “I am cumming and breeding you, Thomas. The last will go down your throat. Get ready and be open.” Immediately, as he yelled in his orgasm, I felt a lovely hot wet pelting deep in my upper left side as he filled me repeatedly with at least eight torrential volleys of his man cum. He pulled out quickly and ran to the front of my open throat. He released another four massive semen squirts all into my mouth, throat, and covered my dripping face. His cum tasted lovely like a dessert parfait.  I took his cock into my throat that had just been up my clean pussy and cleaned his semen entirely. He kissed me passionately, sharing his cum.

He said, “Thomas, take off all your clothes now, shoes too, and lick and suck up all your semen and boy-cum that you spilt in your pants and clothes. We have just finished page one in our sex training; this novel will be the length of “War & Peace!” Oh Fuck Yes!

I was awakened by the sound of the doorbell. I opened one eye and glanced at my watch. Damn, I overslept. I jumped out of bed, my hair sticking out in every direction. When I opened the door, Oliver was standing there. As always, he looked like he had just stepped out of a photo shoot, not like he had come to paint my house.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he said with a slight smile and came inside, carrying his tools.

I mumbled something in response, still half asleep, and went straight to the shower to get myself together.

The water woke me up a little. I got out, dried myself off, got dressed, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Oliver was already in his own world, setting up his equipment in one of the rooms and starting work.

With a cup in my hand, I decided to see how he was doing. When I entered the room he was painting, I froze.

Oliver was standing on a ladder, with his back to me, wearing only a jockstrap. One leg was resting higher on the step, his hips slightly pushed back. The fabric covered practically nothing, and his ass was perfectly exposed to me.

My breath stopped for a moment. At first, I thought it was some kind of strange coincidence… but the longer I looked, the more it seemed like an invitation.

His ass was smooth, shaved, and firm in all the right places. From this angle, I felt like all I had to do was walk up, place my hands on his hips, and… I stopped. I had to hold myself back.

I was so mesmerized that I didn’t even notice the cup slipping out of my hand. It fell to the floor, spilling coffee. The sound snapped me out of my trance, but Oliver didn’t even turn around, continuing to paint, his ass moving in rhythm with the strokes of his brush.

My heart was beating faster, and only one question was on my mind: is he doing this on purpose, or am I losing it?

“What are you wearing today?” I finally asked, trying to make my voice sound normal, though inside I was burning up like a furnace.

Oliver glanced over his shoulder with that slightly cheeky smile of his.

“Just my underwear. Remember my rule?” He ran his hand over the fabric of his jockstrap, as if deliberately trying to draw my attention. “It’s still underwear, but it covers less. I look good in it though, don’t I?”

I didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t have an opinion, but because every word could have betrayed how much the sight of him was turning me on. I pretended to focus on the wall he was painting, but in reality I was following every movement of his ass.

The brushstrokes were slow and rhythmic, and his hips swayed slightly each time he reached for the paint bucket. I knew that if I kept staring, he would eventually notice… and maybe that was exactly the point.

I decided that this time I’d turn up the heat a little. I walked over to the table where his things were and picked up one of the clean brushes. I dipped it into the can of white paint.

“I think you’re missing something here,” I said casually, and before he could react, I came up behind him and ran the brush right down the middle of his butt.

Oliver shuddered, then slowly set his brush down and turned his head toward me.

“You know what that means?” he asked calmly.

“That I should run away?” I replied half-jokingly.

“That now, as punishment, you’re going to wash my ass,” he replied with amusement. “Because I can’t reach everything myself, and you can see and you can definitely do it.”

I had no idea if this was still a game or if he was moving on to something much more serious. But in my head, I was already picturing how it would look. And I liked it very much.

We went out into the garden, the sun was high in the sky, and the grass was still slightly damp from the morning dew. Oliver led the way, carrying a bottle of body wash in one hand.

“This will be just right,” he said, as if he were picking a spot for a picnic rather than a stage for… what was about to happen.

He got down on all fours, perfectly facing me. His ass was sticking out, his back straight, his head slightly lowered. He looked like a picture straight out of a catalogue for a very adult audience.

I moved closer, grabbed the hose and deliberately turned on the cold water. The stream hit his skin and he flinched slightly. Drops ran down the curves of his muscles, pausing on the curve of his ass before running down his thighs.

I grabbed the gel and squeezed a generous amount right onto the center of his butt. I spread the foam slowly, moving my hand from one buttock to the other, across the crack. I could feel the muscles under my hand tense and relax.

“Not enough,” he said after a moment, turning his head slightly. “Put your finger in there.”

I froze. A thousand questions popped into my head: Is he joking? Is he provoking me? What if he gets angry? But my cock had already started to harden, as if my body knew better than my mind that this was an invitation.

I looked at his position, he didn’t move, didn’t pull back, didn’t try to turn away. On the contrary, he lowered his hips slightly, as if to make it easier for me to access him. I took a deep breath.

My fingers were slippery with gel. Slowly, carefully, I slid one inside him, feeling the warmth and soft resistance that quickly gave way. Oliver sighed softly, and I felt my heart beating faster and faster in my chest.

“Slide it in and out,” he said low, almost a murmur, his voice sounding like a command, not a request.

I did it slowly, feeling every movement of my finger cause the muscles around it to tighten and relax in rhythm with his breathing. He moaned softly, and I felt a wave of heat in my lower abdomen.

I wanted to go further. The image of me grabbing his hips and thrusting into that perfectly positioned ass was so clear that I could feel my cock throbbing. But then the thought came: What if this is just a joke? What if he pulls away and everything goes to shit?

I paused for a moment, watching his reaction. Oliver was motionless, his body looked relaxed, his hips slightly arched, and his breathing deeper than before. After a moment, he moved back half an inch, as if encouraging me to continue.

My heart was pounding. I realized that this was no accident or innocent joke. He wanted this. Maybe not everything right away, but… he wanted it.

I slid my finger deeper, then began to rhythmically push it in and out, as he had instructed. His moans became clearer, quieter, but intense. I could feel his muscles trembling with every movement.

This game went on for a while, and the tension inside me grew with every second. I felt like I was on the verge of taking a step that I couldn’t have imagined yesterday.

Finally, Oliver straightened up, turned his head slightly, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw that his cock was hard as a rock. I looked at it for maybe two seconds before he moved toward the ladder again, as if nothing had happened.

I stayed on the lawn, my finger still wet from the gel and my cock demanding immediate relief.

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All Nighter With Gabe

The loft was quiet now, the city’s hum a distant lullaby as Tom lay beside Gabe on the plush, unmade bed. The only light came from the moon streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting soft silver streaks across their bodies. Tom was still in his tight white briefs, the fabric hugging him snugly, while Gabe’s small black trunks clung to his hips, revealing just enough of his lean, toned frame to make Tom’s breath catch. Their socks—Tom’s black cotton crew socks and Gabe’s white ones—remained on, a strange but comforting contrast to the intimacy brewing between them.

Tom’s chest rose and fell steadily, though his mind churned with a mix of guilt and desire. He stared at the ceiling, the cool air brushing against his coarse chest hair, making him shiver despite the warmth of the room. Gabe lay on his side, one arm casually draped over Tom’s waist, fingers idly tracing patterns on his bare skin. Tom could feel the weight of Gabe’s gaze on him, even in the dim light.

“You’re thinking too much,” Gabe murmured, his voice low and husky, breaking the silence. His lips brushed against Tom’s shoulder, the touch feather-light but electric. “Just breathe, Tom.”

Tom swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I’m…trying. It’s just…this is all so new for me.”

Gabe’s hand stopped tracing and pressed flat against Tom’s stomach, the warmth seeping into his skin. “I know.” His voice was soft, almost soothing. “But you’re here now. With me. That’s all that matters.”

Tom turned his head to look at Gabe, his dark hair falling slightly into his eyes. In the moonlight, Gabe’s blonde hair looked like spun gold, his blue eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and something deeper—something that made Tom’s pulse quicken. Without thinking, he reached up, brushing a strand of hair from Gabe’s forehead. Gabe caught his hand, intertwining their fingers before bringing them to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to Tom’s knuckles.

The gesture was so tender it caught Tom off guard. He felt a warmth bloom in his chest, spreading through him like liquid fire. He leaned in, closing the small distance between them, his lips meeting Gabe’s in a kiss that started soft but deepened almost immediately. Gabe’s hand slid up to cup Tom’s face, his thumb brushing against his cheekbone as their tongues met in a slow, sensual dance.

Tom moaned softly into the kiss, his body responding almost instinctively to Gabe’s touch. His hands found Gabe’s hips, fingers digging into the flesh there as he pulled him closer, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. Gabe groaned, the sound sending a jolt of heat straight to Tom’s cock, which was already straining against the confines of his briefs.

“Fuck, Tom,” Gabe whispered against his lips, his voice thick with need. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Tom’s response was a low growl, his hands slipping under the waistband of Gabe’s trunks to grip his ass. The firmness of it made him groan, and he squeezed experimentally, pulling another delicious sound from Gabe. “Tell me,” he rasped, his breathing ragged. “Tell me what you want.”

Gabe pulled back slightly, just enough to meet Tom’s gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, pupils blown wide. “I want you,” he said simply. “All of you.”

That was all it took. Tom rolled them over, pinning Gabe beneath him as their lips crashed together again in a frenzy of hunger and desperation. His hands roamed freely over Gabe’s body, mapping every dip and curve as if memorizing them for later. Gabe arched into his touch, his own hands tugging at Tom’s briefs until they were both kicking them off along with their trunks.

Now fully naked except for their socks, the two men pressed together with nothing between them but heat and sweat and need. Tom’s cock throbbed as it brushed against Gabe’s, eliciting a sharp gasp from both of them. Gabe’s hands gripped Tom’s shoulders hard enough to leave marks as he ground up against him, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts.

“Ride me,” Tom growled, his voice rough with desire. “I need to feel you.”

Gabe didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed Tom onto his back, straddling him with a practiced ease that made Tom’s head spin. The moonlight illuminated the curve of Gabe’s body as he reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking himself and Tom’s cock with practiced efficiency. The coolness of the lube made Tom hiss, but it was quickly replaced by the overwhelming heat of Gabe’s hand as he guided Tom’s cock to his entrance.

“Fuck,” Gabe breathed, his voice trembling as he sank down slowly, inch by excruciating inch. The tightness around Tom’s cock was almost too much, and he had to bite his lip to keep from coming right then and there. Gabe paused once he was fully seated, his hands braced on Tom’s chest as he adjusted to the stretch.

“You okay?” Tom asked, his voice strained.

Gabe nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Better than okay.” He rolled his hips experimentally, drawing a guttural moan from Tom. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

Tom’s hands moved to grip Gabe’s hips, guiding him into a steady rhythm as he began to move up and down. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through both of them, their moans mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Gabe leaned forward slightly, placing his hands on either side of Tom’s head as he increased his pace, his cock bouncing with each movement.

“Fuck, Gabe,” Tom groaned, his hands tightening on Gabe’s hips. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Gabe grinned down at him, sweat dripping from his brow. “You like that? You like how I feel wrapped around your cock?”

Tom could only nod, his words failing him as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. He reached up, tangling one hand in Gabe’s hair as he pulled him down for a sloppy kiss. Their tongues clashed desperately, neither willing to break apart even as their movements grew more frantic.

“I’m close,” Gabe panted against his lips moments later. “So fucking close.”

“Then come for me,” Tom urged, his voice hoarse. “I want to feel it.”

Gabe didn’t need to be told twice. With a final thrust, he clenched tightly around Tom as he came with a cry of pleasure. The sensation was too much for Tom, who followed him over the edge moments later, spilling himself deep inside Gabe with a guttural groan.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sweat, their breathing labored but their hearts thundering in unison. Gabe rested his head on Tom’s chest, his blonde hair mussed and clinging to his damp forehead.

Tom wrapped an arm around him, still trying to catch his breath. He knew this changed everything—and yet, for once, he didn’t care. At this moment, all that mattered was the man in his arms and the way he made him feel.

“Stay,” Gabe murmured sleepily against his chest. “Just…stay.”

Tom didn’t answer with words. Instead, he tightened his hold on Gabe and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. For now—just for now—that was enough

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The first light of dawn crept through the loft’s floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over the tangled sheets where Tom and Gabe lay. Tom stirred first, the weight of Gabe’s head still pressed against his chest, the warmth of their bodies intertwined from the night before. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand—6:15 AM. He needed to get back to the hotel before Trevor woke up. But as he shifted, Gabe’s arm tightened around him, pulling him back.

“Stay,” Gabe murmured, his voice husky with sleep. His blue eyes fluttered open, locking onto Tom’s with that same magnetic pull. “Just a little longer.”

Tom hesitated, the urgency of his responsibilities tugging at him like an anchor. But then Gabe’s fingers trailed lazily down his chest, brushing over the coarse dark hair that dusted his skin, and a shiver ran through him. “I…should go,” he said, his voice unsteady.

Gabe propped himself up on one elbow, his blonde hair disheveled and his lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Or…you could stay for a shower. You’ll feel better.” His tone was casual, but there was a spark in his eyes that made Tom’s stomach tighten.

Tom exhaled sharply, his resolve crumbling. “Okay. Just…a quick one.”

They disentangled themselves from the sheets, the cool morning air hitting their bare skin. Gabe stood first, completely unabashed in his nakedness, his lean, toned body silhouetted against the pale light. His cock hung semi-hard between his legs, the faint trail of blonde hair leading down to it. Tom couldn’t help but stare, his own arousal stirring as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

They padded across the loft to the bathroom, their socks and briefs discarded somewhere in the mess of blankets. The tile floor was cool underfoot as they stepped inside. Gabe reached past Tom to turn on the shower, and the sound of water splashing against the glass enclosure filled the room. Steam began to rise, curling around them like a hazy veil.

Before the water had even fully heated, Gabe turned to Tom, his gaze intense. “You’re impossible to ignore,” he said softly, stepping closer until their bodies were almost touching. His hand came up to cradle Tom’s jaw, his thumb brushing over the coarse texture of his mustache.

Tom’s breath faltered as Gabe leaned in, their lips meeting in a slow, deliberate kiss. It started tenderly—just a brush of warmth—but quickly deepened as Gabe’s tongue teased at the seam of Tom’s lips. Tom groaned, opening for him, and their tongues slid together in a wet, needy tangle. Gabe’s hands roamed down Tom’s sides, fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles, and Tom’s hands found their way to Gabe’s hips, pulling him flush against him.

The kiss grew hungrier, more urgent. Gabe’s cock pressed against Tom’s thigh, hot and hard, and Tom felt his own length throb in response. He broke the kiss with a gasp, his forehead resting against Gabe’s. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire.

Gabe smirked, his hands sliding down to grip Tom’s ass. “Exactly what I was thinking.” He stepped back slightly, pulling Tom into the shower with him. The warm water cascaded over them, soaking their hair and running in rivulets down their bodies.

They kissed again under the spray, their hands exploring each other with renewed hunger. Gabe’s fingers traced the curve of Tom’s lower back, then drifted lower, teasing at the cleft of his ass. Tom stiffened slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face, but Gabe’s lips moved to his ear, his breath hot and wet. “Relax,” he murmured. “Trust me.”

Tom let out a shaky exhale and nodded. Gabe dropped to his knees on the shower floor, his hands gripping Tom’s hips as he leaned in close. The sensation of Gabe’s tongue licking a slow, deliberate line across his asshole made Tom’s entire body jolt. “Oh fuck,” he hissed, his hands scrabbling for purchase against the slick tiles.

Gabe chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against Tom’s skin as he licked again, this time circling tighter, more focused. His tongue pressed insistently against the tight ring of muscle, coaxing it to relax. When he finally pushed inside, Tom gasped, his knees buckling slightly. The sensation was electric—warm and wet and impossibly intimate.

Gabe worked him open with his tongue, alternating between broad strokes and focused probing, until Tom was trembling and panting. “Gabe,” he moaned, his voice strained. “Please…”

Gabe pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a predatory glint in his eyes. “Please what?” he asked, his tone teasing. “Tell me what you want.”

Tom swallowed hard, his heart pounding. “Fuck me,” he said hoarsely. “I want you to fuck me.”

Gabe stood in one fluid motion, pressing close to Tom again. His cock throbbed against Tom’s thigh as he reached for the bottle of shower gel on the ledge. He squirted a generous amount into his hand, then slicked up his length with deliberate strokes. “Turn around,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding.

Tom obeyed, bracing his hands against the wall as Gabe positioned himself behind him. The first press of Gabe’s cock against his entrance made Tom’s breath hitch. “Relax,” Gabe murmured again, his hands steadying Tom’s hips. “Breathe.”

Tom forced himself to exhale as Gabe pushed forward slowly, inch by exquisite inch. The stretch was intense—almost overwhelming—but Gabe’s hands were soothing on his hips, keeping him grounded. When Gabe was fully sheathed inside him, they both stilled for a moment, their breathing ragged.

“Fuck,” Gabe muttered, his voice strained with restraint. “You feel amazing.”

Tom groaned in response, arching his back slightly to take him deeper. Gabe began to move then, slow thrusts that gradually built in intensity. The water pounded down around them, mingling with the sounds of their harsh breaths and the wet slap of skin against skin.

Gabe reached around to wrap his hand around Tom’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Tom’s moans grew louder, more desperate as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. “Fuck me harder,” he begged, his voice breaking on the words.

Gabe obliged without hesitation, slamming into him with enough force to push him forward against the wall. His teeth grazed Tom’s shoulder as he murmured filth into his ear—words that made heat flood Tom’s cheeks even as they drove him wild.

The rhythm became relentless, Gabe’s cock driving into him with deep, punishing thrusts that left Tom gasping for air. The water streamed down their writhing bodies as their sweat mingled with the steam enveloping them in an erotic haze.

“I’m close,” Gabe growled hips hammering into Tom with unrelenting force sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both

“Come on…fucking come inside me!” Tom demanded, his voice ragged with need as he ground back against each of Gabe’s thrusts. His hands pressed harder against the slick tiles, knuckles white, as the heat between them built to an unbearable intensity. The water cascaded over them, mixing with their sweat and the primal sounds of their bodies colliding.

Gabe’s breathing was harsh and uneven, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that was both punishing and intoxicating. “You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice low and guttural. His hands tightened on Tom’s hips, fingers digging into the flesh as he drove deeper, harder, every movement designed to unravel them both. “You’re gonna make me— fuck— you’re gonna make me lose it.”

Tom’s head dropped forward, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. “Do it,” he panted, his voice barely above a whisper but laced with urgency. “Fill me up… please.” The words slipped out before he could stop them, raw and unfiltered, and they sent a shudder through Gabe, who let out a rough groan in response.

Gabe’s thrusts became erratic, his control slipping as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. His cock throbbed inside Tom, each stroke pushing him closer to the edge. “God, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his voice breaking. One hand snaked around to grip Tom’s cock, stroking him in time with the brutal rhythm of his hips. The dual sensation—Gabe driving into him while his fist worked him in tight, rhythmic pulls—was enough to make Tom’s vision blur.

“I’m…I’m gonna—” Tom choked out, his body tensing as pleasure crested within him. Gabe’s thrusts grew shallow and frantic, his breathing ragged as he hovered on the brink. “Come for me,” he demanded, his voice a desperate whisper in Tom’s ear. “Let go.”

With a guttural cry, Tom came undone, his cock pulsing in Gabe’s hand as waves of ecstasy crashed over him. The force of his release wrenched a broken moan from his lips, his knees buckling as he clung to the wall for support. Gabe followed him over the edge moments later, burying himself deep inside Tom as he came with a low, primal groan. The warmth of his release flooded Tom, sending a final shudder through them both.

They stayed like that for a moment, panting and trembling, the water washing away the evidence of their shared climax. Gabe pressed a lingering kiss to the nape of Tom’s neck before pulling out gently, his hands lingering on Tom’s hips in a silent gesture of reassurance. “You okay?” he asked, his voice soft but steady.

Tom nodded, still catching his breath. “Yeah,” he managed, his voice hoarse. “Better than okay.” He turned to face Gabe, their eyes meeting in a moment of unspoken understanding. For the first time in what felt like forever, Tom felt alive—truly alive—and he wasn’t ready to let that feeling go just yet.

So Jake was a day behind his group of friends but had told them he would catch up , Car problems and a delayed flight meant he had to get to the Greek island villa under his own steam getting to Athens and then on to Crete went well but to get to the villa meant a boat trip to a remote part of the island , there was no road  . Jake was pacing up and down the port looking for some sort of boat that he could hire or a captain that would take him but he had no luck so he headed to a little bar tucked away from the tourist trails and tried to decide what to do, he couldn´t contact the group as the villa was off grid , the reason they had decided on it , a complete get a way .

As he sat with his coffee there was a cough of someone clearing their throat behind him , excuse me, a very deep Greek voice in very good English said , I see you have a suit case are you looking for rooms ? Jake explained no and that he needed a boat or someone to take him to his friends around the island . The Greek guy pulled up a chair , do you mind, he said and sat . This was the first good look at the guy Jake had , he was a typical Greek fisherman type rough and sun tanned face and hands a very smiley face , Jake guessed he was around 5´8 broad shoulders and big chunky arms and legs, may be about mid sixties and very handsome in a funny sort of way  .He was waring old leather sandals and pair of cut off jeans that when he was talking he spread his legs and Jake could see a hair ball poke out , he tried not to stare . an old but clean check shirt with no sleeves or collar open to the waist which was covering , only just ,a salt and pepper  hairy chest , it was just a furry mat the only bit of tanned skin was around his nipples which were all most black and the size of small figs that stuck right out . 

The Greek guy , introduced himself as Costas  , and ordered two coffees , Now said Costos I have a boat and for a small fee am willing to take you round to this villa place , Great, said Jake getting up , Not so fast there my boy , the tides are all wrong just now we have to wait till tomorrow afternoon , I have nowhere to stay , said Jake , No problem I have space at my house I will add the cost to the price of the boat  Costas said smiling showing a mouthful of white teeth with one or two gaps .About the cost , said Jake how much will you want for the boat and the stay , Costas laughed , I was joking about paying to stay but the boat we will see what tonight brings and  tomorrow I will decide , Jake was puzzled by the reply but said nothing .By now it was getting dark Costas ordered food which he said was on him then the ouzo started to come , now Jake did drink but this ouzo was something else after three he was really feeling it hit his head and body , but Costas kept it coming , it had no effect on him it seemed . Jake remembers Costas going over to chat with a group of old guys at the bar but he must have dropped off , it had been a long day , he was woken by Costas shaking him and telling him to drink a glass of water as it would help , after two or three glasses Jake felt better still blurry and tired but better .So Jake followed Costas up through the steep winding streets to a small single storey house inside was just one big room with a small bathroom of sorts off to the side , A kitchenette and a sofa and in the corner a huge mattress the size of two kings , the house was spotlessly clean and the sheets on the bed were clean and crisp . Jake sat on the sofa and was soon asleep , in his dreams he thought he was lifted and was floating , in reality Costa had carried him to the bed . Jake was out of it for sure and he dreamed he could hear lots of voices mumbling around him and that he was laying on a beach , his mind went to the little glimpse he had had of Costas´s hair ball pecking out his shorts and he thought what it would be like to see Costas naked , his mind went into overdrive now in his dream Costas was standing next to the bed naked all tanned and hairy Jake looked up at him from the bed and all he could focus on was this huge pair of hairy balls hanging below the biggest nicest looking cock Jake had ever seen , it hung out through thick salt and pepper pubic hair and lay over the balls it was drinks can thick and Jake could see every vain like a road map leading from the base to the head , the foreskin had slipped back to reveal the head which in Jake’s dreamy state looked the size if a large orange the piss hole gapping big enough to get a finger or two into , and out the piss hole the start of a drip of precum . Then the mumbling sound again and Jake tried to move his head , it was then he notice beside Costas and behind and around the bed there were many shadows that slowly came into focus and there were maybe two dozen naked men there most looked to be around Costas´s age but Jakes mind was telling him there were guys of all ages , as it was a dream , as far as Jake was aware , all the faces except Costas were blurry This dream was amazing thought Jake as Costas knelt down took Jakes head and pressed his mouth to his huge nipples moving Jake from one to the other , Jake sucked and chewed , he even thought he could taste the sweat on the old Greek fisherman , this dream was something else must have been all that ouzo .As he sucked on the nipples there was movement and soon he was in the middle of a rugby scrum as if he was the ball there were hands rough and smooth all over him exploring his body there was a mouth on his cock as a hand pulled on his balls teeth biting his nipples and then that tingle as a finger wormed its way into his butt hole in and out in and out , Jake thought I never want to wake from this dream ever . Now he had Costas´s cock head in his mouth then the whole cock was down his gullet pumping , all the time hands were pulling Jake around the bed using  his body as a sex toy .Now he was on his belly a cock in his mouth , not Costas , as he was pushing Jakes legs wide and someone else was eating his hole out , then Jake felt the full weight of Costas lay on him using his muscular legs to spread Jakes even wider , now Jake thought he must have screamed as he felt the huge head of Costas´s penis push into him , he relaxed as there it stayed then it was out and then in several times , Jake thought that by now the other guys there in his dream had taken turns to fuck his mouth all the while Costas just pushed his cock head in and out in and out , it didn’t hurt now Jake was moaning with pleasure each time the thick precum covered head slipped in and out , now Costas was slipping in deeper each time Jake could feel the veins on his cock rubbing his well precum lubed hole , he moaned again as Costas went all the way in his balls tight up against Jakes butt Jake was sure he felt the head way up in his gut . He lay there under Costas then as Costas started to plough into him the sound of talking got loader and still with this huge cock inside him he was being pulled around again roughly . Now Costas was really pumping into him hard and rough , but thought Jake it´s a dream that´s what it´s about , imagination . Then the cock inside him grew twice its size as gallons of cum was dumped into Jakes wide open hole and Costas rolled off, quickly to be replaced by one of the faceless guys in the dream then another and another each leaving there seed in Jake , Jake tried to keep count but it was all so blurry and mixed up he lost count at twenty or was it thirty , all he knew was this was the best dream ever and what a pity he would forget once he was awake and sober .

Jake was woken up by Costas holding a cup of coffee , he felt odd he had bruises and a bit mark or two and he thought he had pissed the bed in his sleep as he was soaking from his waist down , when Costas went into the bathroom Jake pushed back the sheet expecting to see a yellow stain ,but it was then he saw and smelt the bed was soaked in cum as was he he put his hand on his butt and took it away covered in cum it was still seeping out his hole . No No it was a dream I would have known if it was real . Costas appeared this time naked and smiling so my boy how was your night , I must say I had a great time , you have a very accommodating man hole , Jake was in shock , you mean that was real you fucked me last night , Well said Costas me and Thirty or so of the men from the town , we like to welcome strangers here . And you will be welcome anytime , oh by the way there is a storm forecast so no boat today ,so as he slowly stroked his cock he said, how about we have some more fun but this time you will be more aware . Although a little shocked he had been raped he had enjoyed it , or he thinks he had so why not have that cock inside him again and this time he would know all about it , Jake knelt on the bed and took Costas´s cock in his mouth saying does this answer the question .

Costas had Jakes face pushed hard into his body his cock right down his throat ,there was a knock at the door , Come in said Costas still pumping into Jake , in the door way stood a tall lean boy about twenty five , Oh hi he said still going I see , last night was great man you have a lovely cunt , anyway Costas I can see you wont be joining the gang in the bar , Costas smiled down at Jake , do you want to experience all of last night again, all sorts went though Jake mind but he nodded , Costas turned to the boy round up the guys we can’t sail till tomorrow so if they want to fill up my guest with more babies tell them to get round here pronto we have 24 hours to fill in and I don´t want my guest to be bored , we can show him how friendly we Greeks are .

The boy left and Costas rolled Jake on to his back lifted his legs and slipped his cock into the still juicy hole saying I want a go before the others get here I don´t think you will be getting much rest for the next several hours . Jake had seen group sex on video and even in the sauna but only may be half a dozen guys . Over the next day with guys coming and going Jake had had more cock than most  would have in a lifetime he was fucked in every conceivable way and position he rode two cocks for the first time while two more were fucking his mouth in turn , Costas would pull some guy off now and again and he would then have his go on Jakes cunt , When all were gone and it was just Jake and Costas , Costas said you need rest In an hour or so I will take you to the villa , oh by the way no charge .

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“Finally,” I murmured to myself, standing before the open dresser drawer, the scent of fabric softener wafting gently around me. After what felt like an eternity of college dorm living, I was back home for spring break. The comfort of my own room was a sweet respite from the stale air of shared spaces and the endless cacophony of academic stress. The last of my shirts lay neatly folded in my hands, the soft fabric whispering promises of relaxation and the warm embrace of familiarity.

With a sigh of contentment, I flopped onto my bed, feeling the familiar cushioning of the mattress give way beneath my slender frame. My eyes closed instinctively, savoring the sensation of the cool, crisp sheets against my sun-kissed skin. The exhaustion of the long flight from across the country clung to me like a second skin, but the comfort of my own bed was a balm to my weary bones. The springs groaned slightly under my weight, a comforting sound that had lulled me to sleep countless times in the past. The quiet hum of the house was a symphony of comfort compared to the incessant buzz of the dorm hallways.

But amidst the serenity, the gnawing emptiness in my stomach grew more insistent, reminding me that home wasn’t just about comfort—it was about food too. I chuckled to myself, thinking about the meal I’d have to whip up for dinner. It had always been my role to cook since my dad, Hank, had the culinary skills of a caveman. In a way, it was a strange bonding ritual between us, him watching sports and me slaving over a hot stove.

I stretched my arms over my head, feeling the muscles in my back pop and crackle. The silence was broken by the distant sound of Dad’s booming voice, calling up the stairs to ask if I was home yet. I yelled back, but the echo of my own voice suggested he’d missed it. Typical. With a roll of my eyes, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my bare feet hitting the plush carpet with a soft thud. The journey downstairs was one I’d taken a thousand times, but today it felt like a homecoming.

As I descended the final few steps, I spotted Dad’s sneakers by the front door, the worn-out soles hinting at the long day he’d had. His back was to me, broad and strong, as he rummaged through the fridge. He was still wearing his work shirt, the fabric outlining his broad back and powerful shoulders.

“Hey, Dad,” I called out, my voice echoing through the hallway.

He turned his head, a smile breaking out on his handsome face. His green eyes lit up with a warmth that washed over me like a gentle wave. “Ash, buddy!” He took a step towards me, his arms outstretched for a bear hug.

I didn’t even bother trying to dodge it. His embrace was like a safe cocoon, the scent of his cologne mixing with the faint hint of his own sweat from a hard day’s work. For a moment, all the stress of college life melted away, and I was just his little boy again. “Thanks for the cab, Dad,” I mumbled into his shoulder. “It’s no problem, buddy,” he rumbled back, his voice as comforting as ever. “How was the flight?”

“It was good,” I said, pulling away to look up at him. His blond hair was slightly disheveled, and the lines around his eyes had deepened since I’d last seen him. It dawned on me how much I’d missed him, despite our usual banter. “But I’m starving.”

Dad’s smile grew wider. “Good timing, I just got back from work. Let’s get Uncle John over, and we’ll throw something on the grill.”

The mention of Uncle John sent a peculiar warmth through me. I’d always had a bit of a crush on him, but it was nothing more than a harmless schoolboy fantasy. Or so I told myself. He was Dad’s best friend, and had been there for me just as much as Dad had, especially after Mom took off.

As I followed Dad into the kitchen, the anticipation of spending the evening with both of them grew.

“So, how’s the office?” I asked, sliding onto one of the stools at the kitchen counter.

“Oh, the usual grind,” Dad said, shrugging his massive shoulders. “Nothing new to report.” He grabbed some milk from the fridge and began to whip up his daily protein shake, the sound of the blender a rhythmic pulse in the otherwise quiet kitchen.

“And college?” he prodded, raising an eyebrow at me. “You meeting anyone interesting?” His tone was teasing, but I knew he was genuinely curious about my life away from home.

“You know me, Dad,” I said with a smirk, trying to play it cool. “I’m the king of the library, not the party scene.”

“Oh, come on,” he said, giving me a playful nudge with his elbow. “You’ve got to be letting loose a little. What about that one friend you talked about?”

“Duke,” I said, feeling a blush creep up my neck. “We’re just friends.”

He took a swig of his shake, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “Just friends, huh?”

“Yeah,” I said, punching him lightly on the arm. “What? You don’t believe me?”

“Well,” he said, feigning shock. “Imagine that. Little Ash, the bookworm, with a friend. Who knew?”

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help but laugh. Our banter was playful, the kind that came from years of knowing each other’s quirks and teasing each other mercilessly.

As the conversation turned to more mundane topics, I felt a slight pang of relief. Dad had always been open about pretty much everything, but I wasn’t quite ready to spill the beans about my love interest. Back then  I had a crush on Uncle John, aka I couldn’t tell him. And now I didn’t really have anyone new, sure there were a few hot guys at college, but he didn’t know them anyway so why even start.

“You’ve got to tell Uncle John about your ‘adventures’ when he gets here,” he said, winking. “He’ll get a kick out of it.”

“Yeah, right,” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “He’d probably just tease me about still being solo.”

Dad chuckled, shaking his head. “John’s just messing with you. He’s like that.”

“And speaking of Uncle John,” I said, changing the subject. “How’s he doing? Is he still playing the field?”

“John?” Dad’s eyes sparkled. “The man’s got more game than a video arcade. He’s just picky, that’s all.” He took a moment to add some more protein powder to his shake before sealing it and giving it a vigorous shake.

I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger on Dad’s bicep, flexing as he mixed. The way his muscles danced under his skin was mesmerizing, and I felt a familiar tightening in my chest—a mix of admiration and something more primal that I didn’t quite understand. Dad caught my look and grinned, playfully flexing his arm again. “Like what you see, champ?”

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. “You sure you want me to answer that…Dad…?”

He chuckled, a deep rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air of the kitchen. “What can I say, I’ve still got it,” he said, flexing his bicep once more before taking a long swig of his protein shake. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and I couldn’t help but follow the line of his strong throat down to his broad chest, which heaved with every breath. Despite the fact that he was my father, and that it was probably weird to think about him like that, I couldn’t deny the attraction. But then again, he’d always been like this, flaunting his body without a care in the world, as if to say, “Look, but don’t touch.” It was his way of bonding with me, of showing that he was still young and cool, even though his age suggested otherwise. And I had to admit, it worked.

As Dad went to grab his phone to call Uncle John, I found myself staring at the fridge. I’d always felt a strange tension between us, a sort of unspoken understanding that we both knew I enjoyed his showmanship. It was twisted, sure, but it was also comforting in a weird way. He was so comfortable with himself, so confident, that it was hard not to get caught up in it. And as much as I tried to convince myself that it was just a phase, a part of growing up, it was getting harder to ignore the way my heart raced when he was around.

The sound of Uncle John’s gruff voice echoed through the phone speaker, bringing me back to reality. “Hank, what’s up?”

“Just got back from work, and our little college boy is home,” Dad said, grinning at me. “Figured we’d throw some steaks on the grill. You in?”

“You bet your ass I am,” John responded with a laugh. “How about 6?”

Dad and Uncle John chatted for a bit longer, their laughter filling the kitchen with a sense of camaraderie that was as comforting as the aroma of a home-cooked meal. They talked about work, the game last night, and the latest gossip from the neighborhood. It was easy to get lost in their banter, their voices a soothing background to the rhythm of homecoming.

“Alright, I’ll let you go,” Dad said finally, holding his hand over the phone. “Don’t be late, you know how impatient I get with an empty stomach.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” John’s voice boomed back. “And don’t worry, I’ve got the goods. Steaks and veggies, just how we like it.”

As Dad hung up, he turned to me with a knowing smile.

John’s always been like that, ever since we were kids. He’s got the patience of a saint when he needs to be, but get him excited about something and he’s like a bull in a china shop.

Dad clapped me on the back, his hand warm and reassuring. “Why don’t you go grab a shower, get changed? You’ve got some time before he gets here.”

A shower would be heavenly after the day of travel, and it would give me a chance to get my thoughts in order. I nodded and headed back upstairs, getting exited about a real good private shower.

The warm water cascaded over my body, washing away the travel grime and the lingering tension from being around Dad. As the steam filled the bathroom, I found myself daydreaming about Uncle John. His deep blue eyes and the way his muscles bulged under his flannel shirt when he’d help me move into my dorm room. The way he’d ruffle my hair and give me a bear hug, his stubble scratching my cheek. I’d always felt safe with him, and as I grew older, that safety turned into something else. Something more…desperate.

The thought of seeing him again made my heart race. I quickly finished up, not wanting to be caught in a compromising position if Dad or Uncle John came looking for me. I wrapped a towel around my waist and padded back to my room, the scent of my body wash trailing after me.

Choosing an outfit was surprisingly difficult. I wanted to look good, but not like I was trying too hard. I settled on a pair of well-worn jeans and a snug t-shirt that accentuated my own muscles, the result of months of sneaky workouts at the college gym. As I pulled on the shirt, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

I knew I wasn’t the typical alpha male, but that’s what I liked about myself.The guys I found myself interested in would eventually fly on me, but my introverted side made it harder to let them know. As I examined my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction with what I saw. Sure, I wasn’t as beefy as Dad or Uncle John, but I had a good chest and a nice ass that I knew was a hit. It suited me, being a small, twinky bottom, and I liked that it was something unique about me.

I finished dressing and made my way back downstairs, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. The clock ticked away the minutes until Uncle John’s arrival, each second stretching into an eternity. The house was quiet, save for the occasional clank of pans as Dad started prepping the meal.

When the doorbell finally rang, I felt my stomach do a little flip. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself before heading to the door. I swung it open, and there he was, standing tall with a cooler in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other. His brown hair was styled in a way that suggested he’d made an effort, and his beard was neatly trimmed. His blue eyes sparkled as they met mine, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Hey, buddy,” he said, his voice as warm as a campfire.

I stepped aside, allowing him to enter, my eyes dropping to the way his biceps flexed as he set down the supplies on the kitchen counter. Dad called out a greeting from the backyard, already busy with the grill. Uncle John handed me the bag of veggies. “Think you can handle these?”

“I’ll manage,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant as I took the bag from him. Our fingers brushed, sending a shiver down my spine. The kitchen was suddenly too hot, the air thick with a tension that had nothing to do with the grill outside… Fuck… I was still madly into that man. I hurried to the sink to wash the vegetables, focusing on the cool water and the mundane task to get my mind off the way Uncle John’s arms bulged when he carried the heavy cooler.

While Dad and Uncle John bantered outside, I found myself stealing glances through the kitchen window, watching as Uncle John tossed the steaks onto the grill with a flick of his wrist. The flames shot up, casting an orange glow across his rugged face. His laugh was low and rich, a stark contrast to the sizzle of the meat. My heart hammered in my chest, the sound of it drowning out the TV’s commentary on the baseball game in the background.

Dinner was a blur of conversation and laughter, the kind that only comes from people who’ve known each other for a lifetime. I listened to their stories, my mind wandering to the way Uncle John’s forearms bulged as he cut into his steak. His hands were large and rough, a stark contrast to the tender meat. The sight made my own stomach clench with desire, and I had to look away to avoid betraying myself.

After dinner, we settled into the living room, the TV playing some action movie that neither of them were really watching. Dad was stretched out on the couch, his legs taking up half the space, and Uncle John sat in the armchair opposite, a beer in hand. The room was bathed in the soft light of the pendant lamp, casting shadows that danced across the floorboards. The air was thick with the scent of the BBQ and the faint hint of cologne.

As the night grew later, the conversation grew quieter, the silence between us stretching out like a tightrope. Uncle John looked over at me, his gaze lingering longer than usual. I felt my cheeks heat up, and I took a sip of my water to avoid his eyes.

“You okay, buddy?” Dad asked, noticing my sudden shyness.

“Yeah,” I said, shaking my head. “Just tired.”

John leaned forward in his chair, his elbows on his knees. “You sure? You’ve been pretty quiet.”

“Yeah,” I said, a little too quickly. “It’s just been a long week, you know?”

Dad nodded, his eyes on the TV. “You can head to bed if you want. No need to stick around for us old guys.”

I took the out gratefully, standing up and stretching. “Thanks, Dad,” I said, my voice a little shaky. “I’m gonna hit the hay.”

John’s eyes followed me as I left the room, and I couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at the thought that he might be watching me walk away. When I looked back over my shoulder, he was still staring, a strange look on his face. I told myself it was just my imagination, that I was reading too much into it. After all, he was just my dad’s best friend, not some secret admirer.

But as I climbed the stairs, my heart racing, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. That maybe, just maybe, there was more to Uncle John’s glances than I’d ever allowed myself to believe.

The door to my room closed with a soft click, and I leaned against it for a moment, my breath coming in shallow gasps. My hand hovered over the doorknob, half expecting to hear footsteps on the stairs. But there was only the distant murmur of their voices, the occasional burst of laughter.

With trembling hands, I began to strip off my clothes, the fabric sticking to my damp skin. The room was a sanctuary of darkness, the only light coming from the sliver of moon peeking through the blinds. I crawled into bed, my thoughts racing as I lay there, the sheets twisted around my legs.

The house grew quieter as the night went on, the TV volume dropping to almost nothing. I could hear the occasional clink of bottles and the low murmur of their conversation, but it was background noise to my racing thoughts. I couldn’t shake the image of John’s arms, his biceps bulging… Mmh, yeah, he was definitely too hot to let me ignore it. 

My hand slid under the waistband of my boxers, my heart racing as I touched myself, the memory of his eyes on me playing on a loop in my mind. I knew it was wrong, that I should be focusing on my studies, my future, but the ache inside of me was too intense to ignore.

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The chirping of the birds is what woke me up. The summer sun’s rays slithered through the half drawn curtains, lazily swimming around the half drawn covers over my body. I looked down and noticed a tented portion of the material below where it pooled at my hips. The shadows drawn around my pecs and stomach were in sharp contrast due to the mass standing at attention. A lazy smile crossed my face as the remembrance of a half faded dream slithered through my mind. Pillow creases and golden skin, tanned and glistening from the various fluids covering it. It was a good dream. I gave a lazy tug on the material covering my cock, making it stand more at attention, like a good soldier readying for battle. My morning wood is one of the constants of my life that I’ve come to cherish over the years. Two decades of my life, and almost one of it was spent most mornings with my cock in hand, cum splattered across my abs and chest. I lazily drew my thumb and forefinger as I remembered the last time I had cum all over me. Kevin had been . . . exuberant that night. I had painted his cum on my nipples for the rest of the night, christening it for the next morning, when I woke to his cock in my ass, a liquid pool streaming from tip tip of it in my hole. 

Hmm. That was a good morning of revelations. 

I throw my arms over my head, stretching, letting the materials contrast against my thighs and cramping my stomach to bring in sharp relief the depths and creases of my abs that I have pain painstakingly built over the last three years. A move had me flex my pecs, bringing relief to my back and chest from the night cramps that had saturated them. 

I let my hand peruse low, giving one, two tugs to the material over my dick. A bead slithered from the head of my uncut cock and pooled around the skin of the opening, wetting my bedsheet a little. I knew my parents wouldn’t mind a bit of a mess. Considering the type of family we were, I highly doubt they will. 

The pressure in my balls tightened a bit at the thought of my family. And before you say anything, let me just let you know right now that we as a family are a bit . . . unconstitutional, shall we say? Yes. You’ll soon know why, don’t worry. I am almost certain that they would not keep their amorous activities to a minimum just because I was home for the summer.

Beads of perspiration draw on my forehead and under my arms as I keep on my cock, the other hand playing slowly with my nipples, hardening them, flicking them. Going down to my balls and cupping them gently. Down, down, down,

the taint,

lower still.

Down to my hole, moist from the summer heat, a bit messy in the opening. I bring the flavour to my mouth and savor it a bit as I continue jerking off. Not too fast, not too slow. Do not want to actually cum. After a while of playing, when my dick stands at full mast, I let it go. It gives a tremor of protest, but I ignore it. Instead, I reach over and grab my phone, checking through socials and going through my emails. Nothing of much import. Good. I do not want to deal with the outside world yet.

I get up after a while when the pressure built up in my bladder demanded a release. I get off the bed, naked, and open my bedroom door. And that’s when I hear it. 

Moaning, grunting. Squeaking of tables, furniture. The sound of slapping skins. Like I said, not your normal run of the mill family.

Like a moth to a flame, like waking up, dreaming of phosphorescence, I follow the sounds downstairs, momentarily forgetting my bladder. 

They are in the kitchen. And just like the first time I caught (watched) them, I see my dad first. A back made of muscles that refuse to give up, even at the age of 55. His muscles are bunched up, sweat dripping down from his neck. Down. down, down his spine, making their way lower to the divot above his ass. 

His ass is flexed, two globes bunched up with power, grit, determination. They have a sole purpose right now, and they will accomplish that goal to the t. The sweat lines drip down the cleft of his ass, disappearing and showering down as he gives a particularly hard thrust, his entire back rippling. 

His hands are holding on to the counter, forearms rippling, as a pair of legs thrown over his shoulders jolt with the force. And my mother gives a moan of pleasure as my father’s cock drives into her pussy.

My cock is hard at attention and I watch as my parents fuck on the kitchen counter.

I remember the first time I’d caught them, I was in the throes of my sexual awakening, when all I could think of was cock and cum and sex.

A summer night, towards the end of July, near my birthday. I was very excited all throughout the week about the big party planned for my birthday party. Aside from the fact that all my friends were invited, my parents had also promised me a ton of gifts and shit. Needless to say, I was nigh jubilant about it. So much so that I’d forgotten to go to the bathroom before coming to bed. Ergo waking up in the middle of the night to go pee. 

We lived in a small-ish town. It was by no means a small town, and had all the amenities that one could want growing up in the 21st century. But it was certainly not New York or Chicago. But for all its backwater ways, and rednecks abound (I should know, my dad was one, and my mum Indian, theirs was a marriage of love, and they never shied away from it) we were plenty open minded. People here judged less, minded even lesser. Hell, since we were a coastal town, there was, at least once a month, a naked celebration down at the beach where all consenting adults were welcomed. Me and my friends were very excited to turn 18 to know what exactly happened at that party. 

This is all to say that I was not surprised to see my parents’ bedroom door opened. It was a common practice to keep our doors either half closed or fully open in this house, which had led to its fair share of embarrassing getting caught with my hand on my cock moment. Mostly with my dad, since he was the one who came to wake me up most mornings. He’d once even caught me with cum on my chest and on my bedsheets, but that’s a story for another time. Needless to say, my puberty and sexual awakening was very straightforward and accepted. 

Given all that, it still caught me by surprise that night when I crossed my parents’ bedroom on my way to the washroom and caught them on the floor, my mother sitting on my father, a look of pure ecstasy  on her face. I was shocked, kinda mortified, also hella scared of seeing something I absolutely knew I should not be seeing. 

They’d most probably thought I’d gone to bed and had not bothered to close their bedroom door to let the cool breeze play though the house, in lieu of manufactured cool air.

As such, unintentionally, they let me have the first vicarious sexual awakening of my life. 

I came to a standstill outside of their door, before quickly hiding against the wall beside it. They had not noticed me, and I did not want them to. Whatever they were doing (at that time I’d only just discovered jerking off, and even though kids at school talked about sex, I was quite unexposed to that fact since I had not learnt about porn yet, though I would soon thanks to my best friend Kevin), had to be rather hurtful, since the moon graced my father’s face revealing a tightening to it I had only seen when he was extremely worked out at the home gym, and was controlling himself from going full feral. He was a work of art, my father. 

And my mother had her head up, eyes closed. One hand was on my dad’s chest, on his nipples pinching it almost painfully. It was red and swollen around the areola. The other was on her (‘OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT”S HER BREASTS!!!!’) chest as she played with her breasts, the twin globes of it full and heavy. 

A second or two had passed since I found them, and in that time they had not moved. Which changed the second after. 

‘You good?’ my father’s gravel voice grunted. Exertion leaked from the words and onto the floor of jubilation. 

My mother whimpered a bit, and in lieu of answering with words, she moved. Her hips undulated, her boobs (‘BOOOOOOBSSSSS!!!!!’) bobbing up and down. 

Now I was a lot of things: reckless, a little devil, the one who always got into travel. But I loved my parents, and thought they hung the moon. And they loved me back. And so, try as I might, I could not make myself move from there as I saw what sex looked like in real time. 

My father’s cock was big, girthy. For a second pride flowed through me. That’s the cock that had made me. Made me the man I was going to grow into one day. Strong, kind. Respectful. That is what my father had taught me a man was supposed to be.

‘He should be a good listener, first and foremost. And then a supporter. The rest of the world might rest on his shoulders, but even so he should not forget to be kind. You hear me, Ash. That is what a man is supposed to be.’ 

And I tried my damndest to live up to his words. To be strong, supportive. To never take advantage of someone just because I could.  

And this time, instead of words, my dad showed me what a man is supposed to be with his body.

He held up my mum through her waist, large hands covering her as he let her set the pace. Lube and something else made his cock glisten as it disappeared inside my mother. 

My cock, unbeknownst to me, stood at attention. I gave it a light tug, the other going to my nipples as they hardened. 

After a while of going like that, my father said, ‘You ready, baby?’

‘Yes,’ she moaned. ‘God yes.’

‘Are you sure? We can go on like this for a while, let you – shiiiiitt.’ His words ended in a drawn out breath as my mother slammed her hips down hard. 

‘John?’ 

‘Fuck fuck fuck. Yeah?’

My mother leaned down, covering John’s body with hers. When they were face to face, my mother dragged her tongue up and down my father’s nose, licking his eyes, lips, the exposed jut of his Adam’s apple. ‘Am I yours, John? Am I your good girl?’

And I saw the change come over my father in real time. Like a switch had been flipped, gone was the respectful man. The man who took time with his words, thought things through. 

‘You remember your safe word?’ he asked, voice commanding. 

A bead of precum oozed out of the head of my cock, which had turned red from my lack of notice. I crushed the tip between one hand and squeezed the life out of my nipples with the other. My asshole clenched at the tone of his voice, and I did not know what to do, how to even breathe, as my mother replied, ‘Yes, sir.’

A small smile graced his face. Almost animalistic. Raw. ‘Good.’

And then my father moved. 

Gone was the civility, the slow pace. He thrust up in my mother like a dog rutting into his bitch. My mother shouted at the sudden change in pace, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure. My father shushed her, whispering, ‘that’s my good girl,’ and, ‘who’s daddy’s girl, yes you are,’ and, ‘look how good you take me, sweetheart, like you’re made for me.’ 

And my mother soared at the praises. Later I would learn it was a praise kink and that a lot of nights had gone into learning one another enough to be comfortable with the role they’ve enacted, But that all came later.

Right then, it was the moonlight through the open window, my father’s sweaty body, my mother’s glistening one. And there was me, at the door, unknown to them, my cock in my hand, almost purple from how hard I was squeezing the life out of it. My arms flexing, my body equally covered in sweat. The humidity was a living thing whispering down the column of my spine and over the clothing of my bunched up underwear. 

My father flipped my mother over, taking her under him. He braced his feet on the ground, planted them thoroughly enough to be able to drive into her with force, all the whilst whispering to her. I was enamoured, transfixed. This was not the dynamic I was used to. It was always my mother leading, my dad a solid, steady presence at her back, and by her side. 

This was new. Wrong. Oh so wonderfully wrong. And it was then, as that thought circulated through my mind, that I slipped up. Quite literally.

A pool of sweat had drenched me, and my shoulder slipped from where it was leaning against the doorframe, bringing me into the moonlight leaking from the window. The light reflected off the sweat coating my body like a second skin. It was only for a second. But it was enough. 

My hand on my cock the other bracing against the door, I looked up with uneven breath to see my father’s eye directly trained on me. 

I stopped breathing and stood stock still. His eyes were like hot coal on a cool surface, streams of perforation wafting off of the point of contact, where they gave a lazy perusal over my face, my neck, my chest, my hand covering/tugging on my cock. And he – 

‘Fuck, John. Fucking hell,’ my mother screeched out as my father gave a particularly hard slam into her. His eyes on me, he braced himself on one hand, lowering till I was blocked from my mother’s view. His other hand was reaching down. 

It was on her breast, abusing the hell out of it as my mother gave a high pitched growl. Then down on her stomach, giving it a gentle perusal as if saying sorry for the last few seconds. Then it reached her clit. 

And I knew enough about human anatomy through my friends at that point to know he had hit that jackpot when he gave a twist and my mother shouted in pleasure. 

All. The. While.

Looking. At. Me. 

And I did not stop. Did not run, captivated in his gaze. My hand resumed their progress on my cock, the other squeezing my nipples. One after the other, as hard as he flicked her clit. He smiled as he saw that, something possessive in his eyes. A shallow nod of approval had me going at it faster. Stance widening a bit as my hand dropped from my chest to my balls.

Lower. 

My father stopped moving abruptly, his face caught in a rapture of reverence. 

Without looking away, he said to my mother, ‘You ready for the climax, Mary?’

My mother nodded against his chest where her face was licking his nipples, his underarms, softly, vigorous in their servitude.

‘Good girl,’ he turned away from me then. But keeping to the moonlight to give me a clear view whilst commanding her attention as he slowly braced himself on his arm, forearm muscles bunching and flexing. He looked upon her in the same way he’d looked at me, as if we were something to cherish. To protect. He popped his cock out, redolent and swollen to the hilt like a sword ready to spear and protect and provide. 

He held it over her body. No words were exchanged as he looked at her and she looked at him. As if none were required for what was about to happen. And when his cock flared, the head expanding just so slightly, his chest and stomach hardening, when the first spurt of his piss left his cock and hit my mother’s breast, I was done for.

My finger found my hole, and the other wringed my cock to high heaven as I watched my father let go and piss all obert my mother. My mother put her hands over his neck and brought him down to kiss him. The motion made his whole body lower and the piss rained over his chest and abs, mixing with my mother’s body and they intertwined. 

I made the smallest of sound as the scene crescendoed, the piss reaching almost to their mouth. 

My father’s eyes flicked up at me, tongue in my mother as the piss stream slowed and he slowly lowered his hips letting the last few streams hit my mother’s pussy directly.

And I lost it. 

White, creamy sperm shot out of my cock. It painted my hands, flowing down to my balls. And the floor ahead of me in creamy bliss. My father’s eyes widened slightly at that and without warning he slammed into my mother even as he hadn’t finished pissing. My mother cried out at the intrusion and the other hand was on her clit, rubbing furiously.

She came with a long, drawn out cry, her pussy fluid glittering in the spoiled moonlight. And then came my father.

His eyes slid closed, face bunching up, teeth gritted as his body paused, shuddered. He gave a guttural growl and I knew he had cum inside my mother as his hips jerked, picking up speed, brutality. Until it slowed down, pace leisurely. His eyes opened to me with my hand in my mouth, my cum on my tongue. His breath jerked a second time. Caught at the sight. I looked at him, eyes hooded, and closed my  lips over my finger.

Time stretched, constricted. It was only him and I. Me and him. And we were all that remained, and I was flying, flying, flying out of my skin and he was there to catch me, keep me from slipping away, because I was his and nothing and no one could have me, and i was – 

‘John?’ my mother’s voice, jerking me out of the trance we’d slipped into. My father’s eyes closed, head bowing a bit. 

In all this, I forgot the reason I’d gotten up was to go pee. But fuck that.

And I did the only thing I could. I turned and ran back to my bedroom. 

TO BE CONTINUED.

It’s been a little more than two weeks since I went to Sir William’s barn for a good thrashing and fucking. The welts he’d inflicted upon me with the paddle, flogger, and riding crop have pretty much disappeared.  Even the little bruises on my toes from the mouse traps had healed up nicely.

I won’t lie, I really enjoyed that session. Sir William was a very experienced Dom and I felt safe with him. He was an expert in rope work. The other aspect of our session that I truly took great pleasure in was how much delight Sir William took from impact play. He used me like a blank canvas. He was an artist at work. He was definitely getting off on it. Seeing him stroking his hard cock while flogging me was truly magnificent.

Since that session, I’ve had time to reflect and I’ve even thought about some other scenarios that would be interesting to try. For example, I thought about asking Jace to unlock me so my penis could experience a good and thorough cock whipping. I thought about other positions to be tied up and bound, a single tail whip to replace the flogger, etc.

So I reached out to Sir William. After all, he did say he hoped I’d come back for another visit. He was interested to know how I was doing mentally and physically after our first session. Convinced I wasn’t psychologically or physically scarred, we settled on a date for session number two.

I had to ask Jace for permission to unlock for the session and he reluctantly agreed on the condition I come to his place afterwards for re-locking.

It had been since mid-November of ‘24 that my cock was free for more than a 15 minute period, only for cleaning every couple of weeks under Jace’s supervision. My dick was so hard the entire ride to the farm. I couldn’t keep my hand off my shorts. If Jace knew, he’d not be too happy about that. I’d forgotten what it felt like to have a real erection. It was so strange. Jace had hammered into my head that only men deserve erections, not faggots. That was part of his pushback to unlock me. He didn’t want me to get any crazy ideas in my head. But I told him that real men wouldn’t willingly submit to another man to get their dick thrashed by another man, and he agreed. I reassured Jace I am nothing but “hole” and had no illusions of reclaiming any form of manhood.

I couldn’t control my boner. I wasn’t wearing a jock either so it was free to tent out and show itself off. Although I’m not huge, there was no hiding it, and in public would have been obscene. I made a mental note to tell Jace about it as a form of humiliation at a future date. I timidly knocked on Sir William’s door and waited for an answer.

When he did come to the door, he was shirtless, his massive hairy chest fully on display. He wore chaps and a leather codpiece, and black boots. Of course, a cigar in his hand.

“Boy, you excited to see me?”

“Yes Sir”

“I can see that”, he said pointing at my crotch.

“Sorry Sir”, I said bashfully.

“No need to be sorry. Let’s see how that dick of yours holds up under scrutiny”.

Sir William brought the cigar to his lips and inhaled and stared at me for a few moments.

I looked away from him, down at the ground.

“Look at me, boy.”

I raised my eyes to face him. I felt like he was scanning me, testing me. I was perspiring.

“Mmmm, I can’t wait to work on you again boy. Don’t you move.”

Sir William went back into the house for a second and returned with that chain link collar and leash from last time. I lowered my neck without instruction and the collar was secured and the leash clipped. Once the collar was around my neck, I immediately fell into a submissive headspace.

Sir William walked me like his pet towards the barn. I watched him take an additional drag on his cigar before opening the door to his dungeon.

“Open your mouth and show me your tongue, boy.”

I did as told and he flicked some cigar ash on my outstretched tongue. It was hot and tasted smokey. I wondered what it would have felt like to have him extinguish the cigar on my tongue.

“Thank you, Sir”, I said as I felt my tongue burn.

There was no acknowledgement for my gratitude. Sir William unhooked the leash and hung it up on a little hook by the door.

“Strip! Everything comes off!”

Sir William placed the cigar in a glass ashtray while i pulled off my shirt.

I must not have stripped fast enough for Sir, he barked at me in frustration.

“Hurry up, boy! Don’t keep me waiting!”

I moved faster and was now standing with my hands at my side, my cock hard as brick pointing upward at an angle.

Sir William took two paces toward me, his hand wrapped around my almost five inch dick and used it as a handle and guided me to the very same spot as last time, in the middle of his play space. Only this time there were two upright cinderblocks for my feet.

“Up you go, boy!”

I mounted the cinderblocks, the bottom of my feet felt their cold and rough surface.

“Chin up, chest out.”

I followed.

“Unlock your knees, cock out, boy!”

Sir William used the palm of his hand to slap my erection hard on its topside and my cock bent and bounced. It didn’t tickle.

“Owww”, I screeched.

“Boy, shut the fuck up! You’re the one who wanted this!”

Another blow, this time his hand made contact with the bottom, flipping my hardon upward. I bit my lip and almost fell off the blocks.

“Now now, watch your step, boy!”

Sir William walked away and returned with a rope. He pulled my balls downward as low as they would extend and created a roped ball stretcher. The rope was tethered to a 15 pound kettle bell which he placed far enough from where I was standing that the tension of the rope was as tight as it could be. That meant if I flinched, I’d yank my balls. My boner was still alive and well. Seriously, it wouldn’t go down and I was wildly turned on by the entire scene.

Sir William walked towards his wall of toys and returned with a vicious looking cat-o-nine tails. He lightly ran the leather tails over my erection and whispered in my ear.

“This is what you craved, isn’t it, boy? You dreamed of me whipping your little dick?”

“Yes Sir”, I whimpered.

“What was that boy?”

“I SAID YES SIR I DREAMED ABOUT YOU WHIPPING MY LITTLE DICK, SIR!”

“That’s right. I know you did, boy. That’s why you’re here. Don’t you worry, I’m gonna see to it that your tiny dick gets what it needs.”

Sir William teased my hard right nipple with his free hand. Twisting it, pinching it, then he placed it in between his teeth and bit down on it.

I cringed, but I didn’t move my feet.

In an instant, Sir William unclenched his jaw, took a step back and brought the leather tails down hard on my rigid cock. It hurt so fucking good. That initial sting  made me feel more alive than I’d felt all day.

“Ohhhh thank you, Sir!”

“Did I ask you to thank me, boy?”

“No Sir!”

“Have you forgotten my rules already, boy?”

“No Sir!”

“I think you have. This is the second time you spoke without prompting.”

Sir William struck my cock again and again. It stung on contact and my left foot fell off the block which caused my balls to yank and I bellowed out.

“Ohhhh”

I quickly regrouped and stepped up in position.

“Boy…prove it to me. What are my rules?”

“RULE NUMBER ONE IS TO SPEAK ONLY WHEN YOU TELL ME, SIR! RULE NUMBER TWO IS TO DO AS I’M TOLD, SIR!”

“Very, very good. You know what good boys deserve, don’t you?”

“A REWARD SIR!”

“Yes, exactly!”

With that Sir William expertly whipped my hard shaft with the mini-flogger. I looked downward and watched my cock dance as it endured the mini-flogger attacking it. Sir William whipped it into a frenzy, ensuring the leather tail ends had maximum impact. It was so exquisite. I think I was smiling like some dumb fucking idiot, bringing my hips forward so willingly.

Sir William stopped.

“Fuck boy. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you boy? You like me beating your pathetic dick “

“Yes Sir!”

Sir William used his thumb to collect a pearl of fluid that had dripped from the tip of my cock and stuffed it inside my mouth.

“Hmmm, clearly this cock needs more whipping. You agree, boy, right?”

“YES SIR!”

“Yes Sir, what? Tell me!”

“YES SIR, MY COCK NEEDS MORE WHIPPING, SIR!”

“Yes, it fucking does!”

Sir William walked away and lowered a spreader bar from the ceiling. My wrists were secured and my arms were outstretched on each side with little to no give. He also moved one of the cinderblocks further apart so my legs were spread even wider, my balls hung lower as he moved the kettle bell just another inch or two from where it had been placed. I was an outstretched “X” now, and my cock was still painfully hard like I’d taken a Viagra or something. And yet, extremely stretched out wide, my muscles straining, I still had my dick out, ready, able, and willing.

Sir William returned and once again used only his hand to slap my wanting cock around. Up and down, down and up, side to side, he’d stop and jerk it, taking me close to cumming then ruin my orgasm by beating my cock with his open palm. I felt like I was in some kind of fetish porn movie, like it was Christian Wilde and I was one of his helpless twinks. I was living out one of my deepest sexual fantasies and it was so fucking breathtaking in real life.

Then the whip appeared again. Harder strokes now. Deeply painful focusing on my raging cock.

“You still enjoying this boy?”

“Yes Sir!” I kept my cock out, wanting more!

He went harder still with five more lashes.

“Now?”

“Ohhh fuck, Yes Sir!” The pain was astonishing and beautiful.

I don’t think I’d ever experienced  the fine line of pleasure and pain quite like this before. I thought my balls were gonna erupt and at the same time it was extremely painful.

Sir William gave me another thrilling cock whipping, only this time I couldn’t move my head downward to see it, but I sure felt those leather tails making my dick bounce and sway. I thought I was going to cum. My thighs tightened, I was on my toes. Just on the brink, Sir William struck me with the hardest blows yet, and even managed to strike my dangling nuts. I was soooo close to the point of no return but it hurt like a bitch.

“Mercy, Sir! Owwww! PLEASE! I need to cum!” I was aching for release.

Sir William grunted as he acted like he couldn’t hear me and struck me several more times. I fell off the blocks again and this time I thought my balls were gonna tear off my body.

“OWWWWWWW”, my screech could have woken the dead. Another ruined orgasm! I was distraught.

Sir William dropped the cat o nine tails to the ground. He had a sinister look in his eyes as he walked over to the kettle bell and carried it over the spreader bar, gradually lowering it in his hand until the full weight of it was felt in my nut sack.  I was in anguish, the reality that Sir William had no intention of letting me cum hit me hard.

“Should I let go, boy?”

“No Sir! Please!”, I was sweating badly and begging.

“No?”

“NO SIR, PLEASE!”

“Why shouldn’t I, boy?”

I hesitated because I wasn’t sure how to answer that question under such duress.

Sir lowered the kettle bell just slightly, dragging my balls along with it.

“Owwwww!”

“Answer me, boy! Why shouldn’t I drop this weight right now!”

“I’ll do anything, Sir! Please! What do you want me to say!”

I was frantic!

“I WANT YOU TO TELL ME WHY YOU DESERVE TO KEEP YOUR BALLS YOU STUPID SHIT!”

“Because I need them, Sir!”

“You need them? FOR WHAT?”, he yelled in my ear.

“FOR YOU TO PUNCH THEM, SIR!”

I don’t even know why I said that. I just set myself up pretty badly.

“What a great idea, boy. Only because you insist!”

Sir William kindly unknotted the rope from the kettle bell releasing all the tension from my nuts. Then he unroped them. They were still hanging quite low even after being tied up for the last hour. Sir William grabbed a handful of my low hangers and his other hand punched them with full force with his knuckles.

My feet fell off the blocks and I was swaying in the air feeling like I was going to cum or throw up.

I tried to get my feet back on the blocks but Sir William kept pushing my chest and wouldn’t let me.

I was swinging in the air hanging by my wrists.

Sir ran over to the wall and grabbed the single tail whip which struck my chest.

I yowled loudly.

Sir William found my socks and shoved them inside my mouth and wrapped duct tape around my head to keep me quiet. He worked fast, not wanting to lose his momentum.

Then he pushed me again and I was swaying freely. The tail of that viscous whip wrapped around my torso.

“Keep your head up, boy!”

Another blow to the upper chest. Unlike the flogger, the single tail cut through the outer layer of skin leaving a lash at least five inches long. A follow-up cut through my thigh, and a third to my other ankle.

I reminded myself that this is what I wanted and asked for. I closed my eyes and allowed myself the freedom to feel, to let go, to savor the rush flowing through my veins. I screamed into my smelly socks, the volume muted by them.

Sir William positioned me back on the blocks and inspected his work.

“You’re doing so well, boy. Show me that ass, stick it out and proud for me.”

I willingly arched my hip back and knew what was coming. The whip bit me in the ass thrice, my left foot lost balance and was punished with two more that crossed both butt cheeks.

“Up on the blocks, boy!”

I thought about the little mouse traps that were on the ground last time and was grateful they didn’t make an appearance this time.

After I steadied myself, I expected I’d be taking back blows. Sir William had other plans.

A small plastic container was in his hands. He reached in with one of them and threw metal thumbtacks all around my feet.

“This is much better, right boy?”

“Thir! Pleathe!”, I begged with a muffled mouth.

“Boy, I asked you to keep those fuckin’ feet planted in those blocks. Did you do that?”

“No Thir!

“Your sorry ass failed! Now you pay the price. Try harder! Have some pride, boy! Show me who you are!”

Now Sir William was criss-crossing my back and my eyes were watering. My dick finally lost its erection by this point. I hunched over, my body weight carried by my wrists. A severe blow to my back caused my right foot to fall and land in an upright tack that impaled into my heel.

“Owwwwwww fuuuccck!”, I screamed into the gag, my eyes completely bulging out.

Another blow to the back of my thighs.

“Back up you go boy!”, Sir William wrapped his arm around my waist and hoisted me back on the blocks.

Three more hits to my thighs, three more to the ass, 7 more to my back, I was now uncontrollably sobbing. It wasn’t from the pain, it was from the ecstasy. I felt like my body was floating, my nerve endings were alive, I was literally buzzing. Every single loud snap to my flesh echoed in the room and took me to nirvana.

Sir William dropped the whip to the ground. He hugged my welted body tenderly. I was learning that Sir William was definitely one of the most sadistic men I’ve ever played with, but he had a soft side, too.

“Such a good boy. You did so good, boy.”

Sir William caressed me and wiped away my tears with his fingers. Then he pulled the tape off my face and my socks fell to the floor when I opened my mouth.

Sir William walked away and brought a first aid kit over to me and a chair. He sat in the chair and raised my foot to his lap. He pried the tack out and washed the small prick with peroxide before placing a bandage strip on it. Then he finally released my wrists and helped me to place my feet on the ground not letting go until I was standing on my own two feet on balance.

Sir William once again circled around me, inspecting me. A few spots required minor treatment. There were a couple of lacerations that broke skin on my backside and my back.

“Very impressive boy. You have a high pain tolerance. So much fun to work with.”

I wanted to thank him, but bit my tongue.

Sir William walked over to grab the leash and returned. He clipped me.

“Hands and knees boy!”

He walked me like a dog over to a small metal dog dish and poured some water into it.

“Drink up, boy”

Sir William hunched over me and watched as I lapped up the water with my tongue. My face was drenched by the time I’d almost drained the bowl. It was somewhat humiliating having him watch me quench my thirst like this, but he was acting as if this was a usual thing for him to witness.

“Good boy. Now that you’re properly hydrated, let’s put that mouth to good use.”

I crawled behind Sir William over to the stocks. It looked quite intimidating. I’d never seen anything like it. Once unleashed, my arms and legs were placed and locked into the wooden holes, and my head was next. This was wild, a head trip for sure.

“Open your mouth, boy!”

A metal mouth spreader was inserted and it had a wide “O” in the center. There was no way to close my jaw as it was stretched wide open. I’ve worn “O” ring gags before, but this one was by far the biggest.

Sir pulled his cock from the cod piece covering it and placed the head of his cock right through the hole. He stopped half way, gripped the sides of my head and plunged the rest in. A pool of drool poured down my chin. I know I’ve thought of myself as a hole before, but this took it to a next level.

Sir William used my throat, thrusting his cock into my mouth hole like a battering ram. No mercy as I gagged and choked, no ability to move away, to protest, immobilized, an honest to god cock receptacle.

Sir increased the tension of his grip on my face and he started to shout out at me.

“Take my fucking dick, boy! I know you like me using your mouth ditch! Drooling over my cock! I’m gonna cum right down your fuckin’ throat, boy! Yeah boy! Here it comes. Fucking giving you my fuckin’ seed boy! Ohhhhh fuuuuucckkk!”Fuuuuuckk boy! Ohhh yeah! Ohhhhhh fuuuucck”

I felt shots of jizz hit the back of my uvula and tonsils and some just flew right down my esophagus. Sir William grabbed hold of my head like a possession while releasing his pent up seed.

When the frenzy was over, he pulled out and removed the mouth gag.

I swallowed and flexed my jaw.

Sir William walked away and grabbed his phone. He took several photos of me front and back, then showed them to me. I was impressed with the “decorations”he’d painted on my back, and the front photos made me look so helpless and at the same time, willing.

Then the locks came off and I was assisted to stand up once again, and swiftly leashed by the collar.

Once we made it to where my clothes were in a pile on the floor, I was permitted to walk and we made it back to his house.

The leash and the collar were removed.

“Until next time, boy.”

Sir William simply opened his door, went inside and closed it. I stood there like an idiot, naked with a pile of clothes in my hands.

I quickly dressed and texted Jace.

“I’m ready”, I wrote.

“Did you cum?”

“No, almost”

“Good. Come now!”

I drove to Jace’s and parked.

I opened his door and he was sitting in the living room watching basketball.

“Let’s see”

I pulled off my shirt and showed Jace my back and chest.

He whistled, then said, “Damn, he did you good, hole. Let’s see your ass.”

I pulled my shorts down and my cock was stiffening.

I turned around and bent over.

“That ass is wrecked, hole! How do you feel?”

“I feel great!”

“Of course you would say that. You really are a twisted sick motherfucker. Let’s see your worthless dick.”

I turned around and I noticed it was bruised from all the whipping.

“Damn, holy fuck! Look at that! It’s fucking purple! What the fuck did he do to your dick, hole?”

“He whipped it!”

“Fuck!! And you liked it?”

“YES!”, I said enthusiastically.

“Unbelievable! Who would want this? You’re so fucking perverted!”

My dick hardened hearing him describe me as such.

Jace wet his hand with his tongue and wrapped it around my small dick. He made me even harder.

“I’m gonna cum, oh fuck!”, I whimpered.

Jace slammed his hand on my hard shaft ruining my chance to climax.

“Ohhhh fuck! I’m so close!! Please!”

“No fucking way! Holes don’t cum this way! We need to get that dick back in its cage now! Bring me some ice and get me a beer while your at it.”

I brought back a small handful of ice cubes and set the beer down on the side table.

“What are you waiting for?”

“What do you want be to do?”, I asked stupidly.

“You are so fucking dumb! Put the ice on your balls, hole! We gotta shrink that thing you call a dick!”

I reluctantly brought the ice to my balls and watched my cock shrivel.

Jace pulled my cage and key out from the drawer in the side table and there was a tube of cage cream.

I smeared some over my cock and the inside of the cage as he watched.

I placed the cock ring around my sore and swollen balls and then put my damaged shaft into the sheath. Jace put the cylinder of the lock into the device and turned the key. Then he put the set of keys back in the drawer.

His hand tugged on the cage to ensure it was snug and secure.

“That’s so much better. You don’t need this thing!”

He smacked it hard with his open hand.

I swallowed hard, deprived of cumming multiple times that night.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, hole!”

“I didn’t get to cum.”

“Nope. You didn’t. Not my problem though, is it hole?”

“No”

“Did he fuck you?”

“No”

“Did he cum?”

“In my mouth”

“You swallowed?”

“Yes”

“Fucking pig!”

“Yes”

“Want another load?”

“Yes please!”

“Like you had a choice. On your knees, hole!”

Jace stood up and jerked off over my face.

“Stick your tongue out, hole”

The head of Jace’s beautiful dick slapped my tongue and then he let it rest there while he continued jerking.

“You want my load’, hole?”

“Yeth, pleath”, I managed to say with a large dick attached to my tongue.

“Well, here it fucking comes! Fuuucckk, grrrrrr, grrrrrrr, ahhhhhhh!”

Jace sprayed my tongue with jizz and I wrapped my lips around his shaft, drinking his baby maker’s down like a meal.

Jace wiped his cock on my cheek after he pulled out. I could feel a streak of cum spread across my cheek but dared not wipe it.

“Good night, hole”, Jace said dismissively.

I put my shirt back on and left his place.

On the drive home the wounds all over my body began to hurt a little more. When I got home, I lit a joint to help alleviate the pain. Once the buzz kicked in I was tired. I stripped and picked up a used jock from my bedroom floor, put it on, crawled under the bed sheet and went to sleep.

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