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It had been several months since I moved away from that small town. It was hard moving to a city with so much population but it was an opportunity to meet and hang out with more people. I had become really good at dressing up and fantasizing about meeting new people, but was becoming more and more restless of not having a regular, daily thing with someone.

I began fantasizing about being with my apartment manager. He was always friendly when he came over every Friday to check on routine maintenance. He would always stop at my window since my room faced the street. I had a big window where we would usually have conversations about the music I would be playing. I always noticed the way he looked at me. His sight would always gravitate to my ass. It seemed as if every time he could get a glance of it he would. At least that’s what I would tell myself. I pictured him undressing me and putting his big hands all over by body.

My frustration was reaching desperate levels. I was so pent up. I needed his cock inside me. I was craving it like a drug. I knew I had to get him to make a move, but I knew he wouldn’t try unless I hinted that it was okay.

It was Friday. I knew the apartment manager would arrive soon. I needed to make sure he came to the window so I could flirt with him and hopefully it would get him to come inside. I put cotton navy blue shorts on. I rolled them up so my legs would show and they were tight around my ass to display the shape. I put on some thigh high socks, but left them just above my knees. A tight t-shirt and a pair of chuck Taylor’s. I was ready.

His truck pulled up in front of the apartment. I opened the window and put the music on. I knew he would stop by and say hello. He always did each time more flirtatious. I heard his door close. I got on my knees and faced away from the window pretending to be looking for something underneath my desk. My ass was in the air, my face on the floor turned to the side. I knew he would like it.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked. I pretended I didn’t hear him just so he could stare at me a little longer. “Psssst! Hey what are you looking for?” I jumped up as if surprised to see him.

“Hey! What’s up…I lost a flash drive. It fell behind the desk. I was trying to see if I could reach it.” I tugged on my shirt, and felt nervous. Did he like it? Is he going to say anything about it? My mind was racing with different thoughts. I moved my legs back and forth as we talked.

“Fuck! It’s hot today. At least you’re look comfortable in that outfit,” he said. As lame as it was, I felt he acknowledge the way I was dressed. I was jumping for joy inside. His bulge in his pants got bigger. He liked the way I looked.

“Yeah, I’m trying to survive this heat trying to wear as little as possible.”

“What’s in the flash drive?” he asked.

“Just some work reports, I’m so mad it fell back there! I almost had it too!” I got on my knees again this time spreading my legs a bit more. I tried sticking my ass up as high as I could. I try reach for something under the desk. I looked back at him, “its right there!” His eyes said it all. He was enjoying the view. I reached behind my legs and tugged my shorts down. I was trying to guide his eyes. It worked. I got up and stretched.

“I give up. I’ll try and get it later. So what’s up with you? How much longer do you have before your day is over?”

“I’m actually rushing. Need to get your place done and another after. I have to be done early today. My wife’s friends are coming in from out of town.”

“Oh, well at least you’ll be done early to enjoy the rest of the day,” I smiled and tilted my body sideways.

“Yeah, I’m not too excited about entertaining my wife’s guests, but it is what it is.”

He went inside to do his inspection and left.

I was disappointed. I thought for sure he would be inside my room fucking me harder than he ever did his wife. I knew he liked what he saw. I was determined. Sooner or later I would have him.

Next Friday came. I knew I had to turn it up a notch so there would be no way he could resist me. I decided to get myself “caught” wearing lingerie by him. I set up a blanket and brought out my camera. I had set up a small photo shoot in the living room.

I showered using women’s soap and used scented lotions. I put on the nicest outfit I had. Black stockings with a red bow and a black garter belt smaller bows on the clips, a black thong with a red triangle on the back; a micro tight white skirt; a black bra and a long sleeve shirt.

I waited for him to arrive. I sat on my bed next to the window where we always chat from. His truck pulled up. A rush from head to toe like I’ve never felt before hit me. Would this work? Will he get disgusted and call me names? I didn’t care. I wanted him.

I sat on the blanket I had set up and began posing with my back towards the kitchen. Picture after picture I took waiting for him. I knew he would come sooner or later. I wanted to be in the sexiest position when he saw me. It had to be perfect. Then, I heard someone calling out for me. ‘Hey Kristen, what are you doing?”

Quickly I got off the ground and turned around and there he was. I pretended to panic. “Oh my god!” I’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing!” I grabbed the blanket and covered myself up.

“Wait! Where you going so fast. Come here real quick!” I stopped. He looked me up and down. Smiling he said, “You must really like dressing up like a woman? It looks great on you. Don’t be nervous, I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to. Come here though,” he extended his hand.

I dropped the blanket and grabbed is hand. “I’m so embarrassed. I need to change. It totally skipped my mind that you were coming today.” …..lol.

He pulled me closer to him. “I love the way you look. I know you’ve been flirting with me a lot. Last week with those small shorts? Don’t think I did not notice that nice ass of yours.”

It worked! I knew it. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

“Why didn’t you make a move on me then?” I asked while he put his around my waist. He pressed me against him and felt his hands sliding down right to my ass.

“Is this better?” He looked right into my eyes and began kissing my neck. We passionately made out. I slid my hand down to his cock. It was hard. I knew he was hung from how the bulge in his pants that got bigger each time I rubbed it. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” I grabbed his hand and guided him there.

We reached my bedroom and he closed the door. He grabbed my hips and we began making out once more. With my arms around his neck, all I felt were his lips moving up and down on my neck. His hands working full time on my ass. He spanked me. Lifted my skirt up. “Oh my god! Your ass is amazing.” He sat on the bed and laid me over his lap. He lifted my skirt even further. Spanked me once more.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes! Oh my god yes!” I replied. He spanked me harder. Slowly he put his fingers in between my ass rubbing my hole with his fingers. He pulled my thong away with his thumb. He sucked on his fingers and went to put them inside me. His fingers were big and thick. I moaned as he pushed his fingers inside and slowly pushed it in and out inside me.

He stood me up and said, “Take my cock in your mouth. I want to see what a good cock sucking bitch you are.”

I got on my knees and unbuttoned his pants. His wet cock popped from his boxer briefs. Without using my hands I leaned in and licked off all the pre cum from the tip. I slowly put his cock into mouth. My tongue moved around while I sucked on his shaft. He held my head and I heard him moan louder and louder. He stood up taking his cock out of my mouth slapping my face with it. He took his pants off.

“Suck it, bitch!” He placed his cock deep inside my mouth and held it there. He pulled it out again. I used my tongue to lick his shaft and moved down to put his balls in my mouth.

He shoved his cock back inside my mouth and pulled it out right away. He did this several times. He was big. I couldn’t swallow his cock all the way down. My gag reflexes were acting up. My face turned red and my eyes got watery. I finally was able to push it all the way down my throat. My nose pushed against his stomach.

“Let’s eat that ass out. You want me to eat you out don’t you?” he asked.

He picked me up and threw me on the bed. He opened my legs and began using his tongue. He toyed with the thong. Moving it side to side kissing my ass cheeks. His tongue slid underneath the fabric it with each kiss he gave me. The wet texture of his tongue all around my ass had me moaning. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I begged.

He licked his fingers and began caressing my hole gently. His fingers pushed inside and kept going in and out. “Moan for me,” he said.

At this moment he stood up and undressed completely and pulled my hips up and put a pillow underneath my ass. The position gave him a better angle as he took off my thong, leaving my garter belt and stockings in place. His head got in between my legs and I felt his tongue and lips pressing against my hole. My fingers through his hair held his head in place.

“You’re fucking sexy! Let me fuck you hard!” He held my legs up while getting on his knees. His cock wet and hard went into my ass. He began pounding me each stroke harder than the next. He held my legs together using one hand to spank me hard. I moaned louder! Every inch of him was going in & out of me. Gently and slowly I squeezed his wrists as his cock destroyed my ass.

He took his dick out and came up to put it back in my mouth. “Yeah you little whore. Eat my dick and suck on it hard” He popped it out and shoved it back in my ass. I moaned loudly. We had the apartment to ourselves. “Fuck me baby! Fuck me harder than you do your wife,” I yelled. That seemed to turn him on even more.

He flipped my legs to the side and got me on my knees. He pushed down on my back so my ass would pop out higher. He slapped my ass. He fingered me with two fingers this time. “Oh yeah baby! You like my fingers inside you!”

He moved his fingers in a circular motion. He spanked me again. He had one hand on each ass cheek and spread them apart. His cock went inside and began to thrust harder and harder. “Fuck yeah baby you can take a dick! I love it!” he said while moaning and spanking me every other second.

He pressed himself hard against me. I knew he was cumming and filling me up. His moan was loud. He took his dick out and lay next to me. My legs were shaking. I felt his cum dripping out.

“Next time I’m going to fill up your mouth with my cum,” he said. “I’m glad there will be a next time.” I told him while gently resting my head on his chest.

“You are a very bad little slut. I won’t say anything if you can keep it a secret. I’ll try and come to fuck you as much as I can, because this was wild,” he said while pushing his finger inside my ass.

“How long have you been dressing up like a girl?” he asked.

“Not long enough. “ I replied. Kissed him on the cheek and got up. I grabbed his dick and sucked it licking it up and down. “I love this dick.” I told him.

“I’ve been trying to seduce you for about two weeks now. I’m glad I finally got you to fuck me.”

I knew this would be a regular thing. He got dressed and left. My fantasy became true, I fucked my apartment manager.

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In 2011, John A. Tully authored a detailed history of rubber, both naturally exploited and synthetically manufactured, entitled “The Devil’s Milk: A Social History of Rubber”.  Along with Adam Hochschild’s “King Leopold’s Ghost” (1998), it is an excellent survey of the world of rubber and the world changed by rubber.  Multiple generations around the earth have been raised, clothed, transported, and in countless ways, affected by the use and application of rubber in their lives.

For male American athletes of a particular age, rubber is synonymous with two icons of the locker room: the famous Bike # 10 “Wheel Logo” Athletic Supporter, and the equally famous Converse “Chuck Taylor” All-Star sneakers (both low-cut and high-top).  For more than a century, the Bike # 10 jockstrap was manufactured in the United States using looms which were each as large as a room, and the material was woven using rubberized cotton strands.  The cotton was intended to provide a porous mesh to regulate the heat and humidity around the testicles, thereby decreasing the chances of spermicide, and the rubberized fibers were intended to provide longevity and durability through multiple washing (well, at least for those who laundered their jockstraps regularly).  Anyone who has worn the classic Bike jockstrap can confirm that the rubberized cotton garment, when hot and wet, would often only peel off into the shape of a pretzel, and anyone who has worn a classic Bike jockstrap might also confirm that the rubberized cotton emits a distinct odor, whether washed or left for weeks drying on a locker hook.

The Converse “Chuck Taylor” All-Star sneaker is a true classic, and has enjoyed immense popularity in its century-long history.  Traditionally, the top has been constructed out of heavy-duty sail canvas; purists will insist that only the “natural” color of sail canvas marks a true Converse, but over the decades, the colors have ranged from optical white to jet black, and literally every other color or combination imaginable.  The sole of the Converse is constructed out of rubber.  Originally, the sole was made using natural rubber exploited from plantation trees, and later was manufactured using synthetic forms of rubber.  Like the Bike jockstrap, athletes who wear the Converse “Chuck Taylor” can confirm that after a short time, foot perspiration and the application of body heat combine inside the sneaker with the canvas and padding to emit a unique odor – what many people call a “funky” aroma.  The classic metal eyelets sewn into the inside arches were intended to help with the ventilation, but as any athlete could confirm, the success was minimal.

Some Moms, like mine, insisted that in addition to bringing the entire contents of my gym locker home every Friday for the weekend wash, I was also to bring home my sneakers which would be subjected to a separate weekly washing with a scrub brush.  Moms are great!  Other students somehow managed to avoid that weekly ritual, not only for their gym clothes (another subject!) but also for their sneakers.  Very often, the guys who did not wear washed sneakers would taunt other students on Monday at gym by deliberately skidding their dirty soles across the newly washed white canvas of the other guy’s sneakers.  We all know the type – and we have either been the “skidder” or the “skiddee”.  Times being as they were, wearing soiled and even ripped “Chucks” was often associated with being “cool”.

During the summer, particularly if there were a lake or an ocean nearby, we had another pair of sneakers which we wore to jump into the water, and that pair just sun-dried along the way.  The low-cuts were worn for running and for the beach, while the high-tops were worn for playing basketball and for wrestling.  The reader has to understand that Nike Air Jordans and ASICS wrestling shoes were a generation away in the future from the time that we were shooting hoops and “rasslin”.  There are some athletes, coaches and doctors of sports medicine who insist to this day that the Converse sneakers remain the best all-around shoe for all sports, largely because they are designed to be an integral part of the athlete’s natural ability, based on his form and reflecting his physique.  

The reason for writing this article is to ask the readers a serious and sincere question: What is it (or was it) about the combination of the classic Bike jockstraps and the classic Converse sneakers which has left such an indelible impression upon us and our five senses to this day?  The sight of a Bike jockstrap shucked down and sitting atop a pair of Converse sneakers with damp sweat socks often stuffed into the shoes, all tossed into a rusty metal locker.  The smell of the rubber materials in the jockstrap and the sneakers, made more pungent after a grueling practice or a month of not having been washed.  The touch of a damp jock pouch taken off the clothesline for the second swim of the day, and the squish of the water-logged sneakers while paddling out onto the lake.  The sound of jock leg-straps snapping into place, and the sound of shoe laces being tied in a particular custom (around the back of the high-top or double-knotted on the low-cuts).  And for a few people, the taste of the fabric of a Bike jock pouch which escaped laundry duty, and the long inhaled whiff copped from the inside of a Converse just released from a sweaty foot.   Could all of this rubber component pervading so many cherished memories really be slandered as “the devil’s milk”?

Gentle Reader, take a moment now, and bring forward into your mind’s eye that special boyhood friend of yours, that former U. S. Marine who became the “phys-ed” teacher, that college teammate who wore those sculpted regulation-issue gray sweatpants, that barracks buddy who never quite mastered triangle corners in the sheets, the neighbor across the street whose bare legs were always protruding from underneath the chassis of the car in the driveway, your Dad’s good friend whom you called “uncle”.  Each has a unique look and a unique place in your growing up, and perhaps more importantly, in your heart.  Imagine for a moment, “that one time when …” he stayed late after free-throw basketball on a raining Friday night at the big gym, or that bright sunny Saturday when just the two of you went to the lake house together, or that afternoon when you went over to mow his lawn and he offered you an iced tea, or that long-awaited weekend leave from base.  Was he wearing low-cut or high-top Chucks?  Did he strap on his jock with the “Bike wheel” facing outward or inside? Were his white sweat socks, the ones with the red-and-blue tracer stripes, showing under his cuffed jean pant bottoms?  Did the waistband of his jock creep up the back of his swimming trunks while he was sitting cross-legged on the dock?  

Can you see the jockstrap and the pair of Converse?  Can you recall the distinct aroma, fragrance, smell, odor of the rubberized cotton pouch and waistband, of the sail canvas and the rubber soles?  Can you remember that irresistible little smirk on his lips and the unspoken “Come on in” welcome in his eyes?   I can, and still do.

I know that all of you visit this great website for many different reasons.  I just want to say that if you have ever experienced that magical combination of wearing a classic Bike # 10 jockstrap and classic Converse “Chuck Taylor” All-Star sneakers, and if you have ever shared that magic when seeing that very special friend in your life also wearing the same combination, then I sincerely hope that you have fallen in love for all the right reasons. Perhaps that other person has never known about your feelings.  Perhaps you yourself have never been certain about your own feelings. Perhaps you acted on your feelings and unfortunately things did not turn out the way that you had hoped – well, at least that particular time.  

Or perhaps, just perhaps, the guy in the “jock and Chucks” is happily sharing the fullness of life with you today.

In every event, for a special generation of us, “the devil’s milk” in rubberized jockstraps and rubber-soled sneakers may have turned out to be one of the most nourishing blessings in our lives.

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I knew what some people thought of my trip: complete craziness. They wondered why a normal, young guy from Kentucky would fly to Germany to meet a stranger—just to wrestle with him. My girlfriend wondered too, and argued with me about it. But she couldn’t stop me. In my opinion this was a special case, a chance to get down on the mat with an athlete like myself who had a passion for a particular brand of combat, submission wrestling. Yet, on the plane I also began to have some doubts about this adventure. The continuous drone of the jet engines tried to put me to sleep, but in my excitement I could only nod off for a few minutes at a time. My dreams were short and dark, with strange images.

During periods of wakefulness I reviewed in my mind how I had accidentally met Dirk on the internet and then discovered the many similarities between us—our common age of 24, our love of submission wrestling, our identical builds of six feet and one eighty, our wacky sense of humor. Even more amazing was the fact that he and I had both recently started to train for police work—me in Frankfort, Kentucky, and he in Frankfurt, Germany. We began to have phone conversations, and that led him to invite me for a visit.

It wouldn’t cost me anything to stay with Dirk for the week, plus I’d get a chance to see Frankfurt. But the best thing about the plan was our agreement to do some major submission wrestling in pro briefs or jocks. It sounded like a lot of fun—and more big wins for me! I didn’t have to wonder which of us would do the submitting. I could already hear Dirk saying, “I give!” With my strength, my perfect collegiate wrestling record, and my knowledge of submission holds, Dirk would definitely have his hands full.

I kept thinking about a wrestling style that Dirk had talked about. He called it “piss wrestling.” The phrase intrigued me because I’d never heard it before. In broken English he tried to explain it as working on a body-part so thoroughly, wearing a guy down so much, that he submits by pissing in his jock. That, he said, would be the ultimate proof of defeat—the loss of one’s fluid. It reminded me of an incident in the high school locker room, where my buddies got me laughing so hard that, much to my embarrassment, I pissed all over my brief. After that they called me “Wet Brett,” which I didn’t appreciate.

When my flight arrived in Frankfurt, Dirk was there to meet me. He looked in even better shape than his photos revealed—great biceps, broad shoulders, and muscular thighs that bulged impressively in the tight, Euro style jeans that he wore. His glasses made him look a little dangerous with their small, round lenses and wire frame. And his very short hair definitely gave him a tough, Germanic appearance, like a skinhead.

We hit it off right away, talking and laughing like brothers who hadn’t seen each other for a long time. His apartment was below ground level in an old stone building near the heart if the city. It had several rooms but I couldn’t see much of them because of the dim lighting. Although tired from the flight, I seemed re-energized after meeting Dirk and having something to eat. We also had several beers, dark German brews that tasted awesomely good.

“You up for a rassle?” he asked.

“Sure-yavohl!” I replied.

He chuckled at my use of rudimentary German and led me into his wrestling room. One tiny lamp did little to illuminate the place. A well-padded mat covered most of the floor. Dark walls of brick contained wrestling photos of various sizes. The wrestlers were all struggling in a variety of submission holds. While I tried to look at them more closely in the dim light, Dirk started to strip beside me. Some of the holds seemed unusual and quite extreme. The guys were in very good shape, though, and appeared to be able to take the punishment.

“You like?” he asked.

“Yeah, pretty wild,” I said, removing my tee shirt. Not taking my eyes away from the photos, I pulled off my gym shoes, then opened my jeans.

Dirk, now naked, pointed to one of his favorite photos. “This guy’s good, much strong,” he said.

I took off my Levi’s and tossed them into a corner. Dirk looked at the front of my white jock and smiled. Then he held up a red, low-rise brief having an especially big pouch.

“You need this one,” he said.

I grinned sheepishly, stripped off my jock and put it on. The brief was soft and stretchy, perfect for my larger-than-average equipment. It hugged my dick and balls and also made them stick out very prominently, much farther than I was used to.

Dirk grinned and jumped into a skimpy black brief. He pulled the waistband away, then let it snap back against his skin. “We see who makes the brief wet first?” he asked.

He was referring to “piss wrestling.” After sitting on the plane for hours, I was glad to get my muscles moving again. “Yeah, let’s go,” I replied.

We locked up, collar-and-elbow, in the center of the mat. But I broke away almost immediately and grabbed Dirk’s right leg. I pulled it out from under him, then twisted the leg severely. The pain of the twist made the guy roll onto his stomach. At that point it was easy to wrench the leg backward and get Dirk in a single-leg crab. I widened my stance and forced the leg further back, making the wrestler groan.

I gripped the powerful thigh. “Yeah!” I said, elated that I had maneuvered it into a useless position so quickly and thoroughly. I slapped the hard muscle, re-gripped it and began to pull back farther. Dirk had a very flexible body, so I needed to put an extreme bend on the leg before he showed any sign of weakness. But finally I heard in his painful grunts a submissive tone. I rocked the leg back and forth, each time wrenching it more severely.

“Ah! I give!” he shouted at last.

I pulled back farther. “Say it again!” I insisted.

“I give! I give!” yelled Dirk.

He got up slowly, definitely feeling the effects of the crab. His face had a surprised look, as if he had underestimated me. I seized his right arm and jerked it downward roughly. He cried out in pain. I quickly followed that with a sudden backward pull, locking the arm in a tight hammerlock. I wrapped my other arm around the dude’s neck and pulled him to the mat with it. Then I coiled my legs around his waist and dug into him violently. Dirk yelped as I simultaneously cranked up the hammerlock, the strangle-hold and the body scissors. His free arm flew up and tried to grasp the air. Then it dove to my thigh. He made a feeble attempt to pull it off him. But soon he was tapping it to announce his submission.

When I released Dirk, he had a new expression his face: revenge. I let the wrestler get to his feet, but charged into him with lightning speed. Unfortunately, the guy’s right hand moved quickly also and his fingers caught me in the neck as I charged. A stabbing pain stopped me in my tracks. It felt like he had jammed a needle halfway through my neck. I grabbed his hand, but I was strangely powerless to remove it. He had me in some kind of Asian nerve hold. I dropped to my knees.

Dirk smiled as he watched me struggle against the debilitating grip. He pushed me backward until my shoulders reached the mat. Straddling me, the wrestler applied more pressure. My eyes opened wide in terror as the pain increased and my breathing became restricted.

“I give!” I gasped. “Please…I give!”

After the guy freed my neck, I quickly grasped it with a hand. Gulping air as fast as I could, I rose to my feet slowly. I noticed that my dick had hardened a lot, but I didn’t have the time to think about that. Noting my extreme agony, Dirk walked up to me and put his hands on my arms in a gesture of good sportsmanship. When I managed a slight grin, the guy suddenly raised a knee and rammed it into my gut.

I staggered and fell forward, grasping his waist for support. “You dirty bastard!” I gasped.

He lifted me off the mat and drove my gut down onto his outstretched thigh as he dropped onto one knee. I held my aching abs and collapsed to the mat.

Dirk waited until I gradually pushed myself up. Then he hoisted me into the air again—higher this time—and sent my gut down across his thigh for a second time. Groaning in pain, I crashed to the mat. Dirk rolled me onto my back. He looked at my heaving, aching gut and grinned triumphantly. In an attempt to sit up, I raised my head off the mat. But my opponent forced it back down using only a few fingers of one hand. I found myself unable to stop the guy when he next planted his ass on my chest.

Sitting with his back toward my face and his folded legs on either side of me, he laid a hand on my gut. “You ready for it?”

Still a little dazed, I didn’t answer. Suddenly intense pain ripped into my gut. The guy had seized my abs and dug his fingers in deep.

“Ahhh!” I gasped, immediately clutching his body.

I had never felt so much pain. This shocked me, because I have well-developed abs. Yet they were no match for Dirk’s claw. The guy had found a vulnerable spot and intended to capitalize on it. I yelled in anguish as his fingers reached further into me.

But that wasn’t all. A moment or two later, Dirk slammed his other hand onto my gut and forced the fingers in as far as he could. That claw produced even more pain than the other hand, maybe because he had placed it lower. I took it as long as I could, then shouted out a submission.

Dirk continued to work on my abs with both hands, showing no sign of releasing the claws. I pounded his back with my fists, but the blows had little power or effectiveness. My arms grew weaker, until finally they fell to the mat. I lay there no longer able to defend myself, allowing the hunky wrestler to go on torturing my gut. This was a new experience for me—not only because of the pain, but also because of my helplessness.

Suddenly a flash lit up the room. Then another. I began to be aware of someone else’s presence. The third flash illuminated a guy at my waist, partially blocked by Dirk’s body, holding a camera. He was muscular and, like Dirk, wore only a black brief.

“That’s Dieter,” volunteered Dirk. “He photographs my victories.”

Another flash split the darkness, documenting Dirk’s claws and my prone body. Now I felt even more humiliated: no doubt the photos would go up on Dirk’s wall with all his other conquests—and show up on the internet as well. The embarrassment stung me as much as the double claw.

But soon I had a new humiliation. Because one of Dirk’s hands was so low on my gut, it sometimes brushed against my dick as he worked the hold. Unfortunately, the contact caused enough stimulation to begin the hardening process. Despite my mental efforts to stop it, the stiffening escalated. I felt my dick eagerly push into the brief, enjoying the sensation of sliding against the soft, stretchy fabric.

“Shit, no more!” I shouted, wincing from the pain of the double claw, and from the embarrassment of having my erection grow while the two guys watched it. I put my hands on Dirk’s sides to throw him off me, but failed.

“Yah, yah,” said Dirk, wrestling my gut with renewed enthusiasm.

Dieter took another photo. My cock started to feel really good, so I knew it had reached its full length, ten thick inches. The extremely stretched-out brief still held the whole thing, thank goodness. But the rising pleasure in my rod bothered me. I could feel the pole struggling to push itself upward, despite the brief’s presence, as if it wanted to shoot off.

I rejected that notion. The idea of having an orgasm in a situation like this was too fantastic for me to accept. Yet the pleasure kept building. Within a short time I knew the truth: my cock was heading toward an orgasm.

“No! No!” I yelled—confused, embarrassed and desperate for Dirk to release me.

The camera flashed once more, and this time I suspected that Dieter was not taking a close-up of the claw hold, but rather of my huge cock as it bulged under the taut brief.

“Yah, now you will give to me,” said Dirk.

I felt my balls stiffening. There was no use fighting the pleasure now. It had become too powerful. It was going to get me. But how could a gut squeeze make me cum? Finally I realized that although the pain in my abs lingered, Dirk had ended the claw holds—something else was causing the pleasure. I looked at the guy’s right arm. It moved back and forth slowly, nearly motionlessly: Dirk was lightly rubbing my cock through the brief I wore! The smooth, clingy fabric made the stroking easy for him and the pleasure intense for me. It felt like he was working on my rod naked and oiled.

“No, no! Stop, man!” I said. “Stop…stop…”

But the urge to shoot had become more insistent than any of my objections. Grunts of satisfaction soon took the place of speech. A strange numbness gripped my body, blocking out every sensation except the intense pleasure in my cock. I could feel the brief’s tightness around my pole, hugging it on all sides like a condom, ready for me to fill with sperm.

“Yah, good,” said Dirk, obviously pleased with his hold and my cock’s reactions to it.

What the hell was he doing to my rod? He wasn’t jacking or sucking it, yet the pleasure was overwhelming, at the point of being out of control.

“You like jizz wrestling?” he asked.

The phrase stunned me. Was that what Dirk had meant by “piss wrestling?” Or had he actually said the word “jizz” when describing it? Could I have misunderstood him? But I couldn’t think about it, I could only gasp and groan. My cock craved to ejaculate, but didn’t. Had the wrestler found some super-sensitive part of my rod that I didn’t know existed? How could that be? I began to perspire as Dirk continued to pleasure my swollen tool. The feeling went way beyond anything I had ever experienced or fantasized about.

Dirk said something to his buddy and Dieter got down real close to my cockhead with his camera. At that moment I had a tremendous desire to shoot, but still couldn’t. Was I afraid of letting loose in front of the guys? Or could it be that I wanted to show off my giant cock to them a while longer? It IS a muscle, after all, and I love flexing my muscles for people, especially for guys who don’t have as many as I do.

Whether I wanted it to or not, that’s what my rod was doing—flexing for the two spectators. Except that Dirk was somehow making it flex. Over and over. And killing me with pleasure every time that happened. The spasm-like flexes became stronger and more frequent. The wrestler finally made my cock freeze in a single, sustained flex that brought a scream from the depths of my gut. Dieter exclaimed something in German and began snapping photos.

My balls tightened. I could feel my swollen tool straining for release from the on-going flex. A prickly, almost painful pleasure suddenly attacked my cum hole. I couldn’t stand it.

“Ah! Fuck!” I yelled. “I’m gonna cum!”

My mouth opened wide as the pleasure pricked my cum hole without mercy. At last, in a burst of unspeakable ecstasy, cum exploded from the hole. My head flew up from the mat and stayed in that position while I pumped everything I had into the brief. The orgasm didn’t quit after the first ten or so squirts. The juice kept coming, and Dirk kept caressing my cock with his steady, light strokes. The longer I ejaculated, the more I screamed and writhed.

I think I may have even blacked out momentarily from the length and intensity of the explosions. At last my head dropped to the mat and Dirk crawled off me. While Dieter looked on, Dirk removed the wet brief, being careful not to lose any of the cum inside it.

“Very good, ya!” said Dirk as he and Dieter examined the extraordinarily soaked brief. They showed it to me.

“You can make very much!” smiled Dirk.

I didn’t say anything or try to move. I remained on my back, feeling as though the massive orgasm still had me in its grasp. I stared hypnotically at my long pole. It hovered above my gut in perpetual hardness, still loaded with a pleasure that seemed wild,
untamable. The juice hole tingled so much that it made the whole rod kick upward every few seconds, then eject a gob of cum onto my chest. Dirk watched it for a while, stroking his own rod through his brief. At last he got up and walked to a dark corner of the room. Dieter came closer and whispered in my ear. His English wasn’t as good as Dirk’s, but I got the message.

“Dirk will do it more. He cums you more times, wenn you don’t stop him.”

I understood the warning and knew I had to get to my feet. I slowly rose to my hands and knees, but then felt a hand take hold of my balls from behind. I stopped, not daring to move.

“It’s OK,” said Dirk. “I just feel you.”

He did feel my nuts—for a long time.

“I think I’ve had enough for tonight, man,” I said. “I have to get some rest.”

He didn’t let go. “Very big and stiff,” he said, ignoring my statement. “Stiff with juice I think.”

I looked up at Dieter, whose eyes repeated his message: ‘he’ll make you cum again unless you stop him.’ I had to try something, but what could I do with Dirk’s fingers around my balls?

“OK, only a short wrestle for now,” said Dirk.

I didn’t want to provoke the guy, so I agreed. Several moments passed and he hadn’t let go of my nuts yet. So, trying to act cool about it, I said with a quizzical smile, “Are you gonna wrestle my nuts or me?”

Dirk fondled them a little while longer, then replied: “Both!”

He immediately coiled his legs around one of mine, seized my other leg and pulled me over onto my back with it. I grabbed my thighs, but I was too late: Dirk already had me in a banana split. I still don’t know how he could have done it so quickly; the guy sure has some muscles.

I cringed as he slowly widened the split. Although the pain became bad real quick, I tried to handle it. Dieter moved between my legs with his camera. “Bereit,” he said to Dirk, focusing the lens on my aching crotch.

The wrestler forced my thighs apart just one inch more, but that inch made me cry out in pain. “Ah! No more! No farther!” I shrieked. I heard Dieter start snapping photos of my crotch and my agonized face.

Dirk kept the thighs locked in that position, fortunately not spreading them further. He seemed content to simply maintain the grueling hold, and did so minute-after-minute. When he didn’t ask for a submission, I gave him one. But the guy didn’t release me. I yelled the submission louder. Dieter continued taking close-up shots, while Dirk held my thighs steady in the painful eagle-spread.

“I submit!” I repeated once more. “Christ—you’re killin’ me! What are you waiting for?”

“You know, man,” he said. “More of your stuff.”

My cum? God, the guy was gay was gay for sure, I thought. Had I traveled all the way to Germany just to meet a queer? The thought made my stomach weak.

Dieter checked out my cock, fingering it in different places, like he was looking for something. Afterward he said something in German to Dirk, who smiled in response.

“I can’t shoot again—it’s too soon!” I winced, hoping to play along with their game and also buy some time.

“You’re balls are ready,” said Dirk. Suddenly one of his hands clamped onto my nutsack.

“Ah! Fuck!” I yelled in protest. “Stop!”

More flashes of light came from Dieter’s camera as his buddy’s fingers began to dig into my big balls. I begged Dirk to let go, but he continued squeezing. Did he think he could make me shoot that way? If so, he was crazy.

The camera flashes became more numerous. There were so many that they lit up the room enough for me to see the photos on the wall clearly for the first time. Two of them really disturbed me. One showed two naked wrestlers kissing, and the other showed a guy ejaculating as a hand squeezed his cock—Dirk’s hand! That confirmed my worst fear: I was in room with two gay dudes and at their mercy. I became furious—about Dirk being able to dominate me, and about my own stupidity in not figuring out sooner that the guy was a queer.

I struggled violently to get loose. But a sudden downward pull on my nuts convinced me to forget the idea. “Ahhh! That hurts, man!” I yelled, grabbing the guy’s wrists.

“Let go,” he warned, threatening me with a deadly glance.

Hopelessly locked in the crotch split, I had to obey. “OK, OK,” I said, removing my hands.

My long cock jumped a few times for some reason. Unfortunately, Dirk saw it and got a turned-on look in his eyes. He jerked my balls down again. I yelled once more, raising my hands to grab him, but remembering his warning I quickly lowered them. I hated letting him have his way with my nuts, but I had no choice. My pole started to jump again.

After the second big pull, Dirk kept my balls held way down, putting quite a stretch on the sack skin. A look of total control blazed in his eyes as he stared at the two giant ‘nads in his hand.

“I submit! Don’t hurt ‘em, man!” I exclaimed in fear.

I hoped he would break the hold, but that didn’t happen. It got worse. The guy began to squeeze my balls as he held them down. The pressure was gradual, but in a minute or so he had them really gripped hard. The pain made me strike the mat with a fist. Dieter’s camera suddenly lit up my crotch.

“Yah, yah!” whispered the wrestler, obviously enjoying what he was doing.

I hadn’t noticed until now that Dirk was naked. I couldn’t see his dick, but mine twitched in excitement as he worked on my nuts. In fact, so did mine, much to my bewilderment. The camera clicked and flashed again.

“You like submitting to me, yah?” asked Dirk.

“Fuck no, you bastard!” I shouted.

The wrestler persisted. “You like this hold? Pain makes the testicles feel bigger, yah? And sexy?”

“Fuck you, man!” I replied angrily.

Dirk squeezed my ‘nads harder. I cried out in agony, but that did nothing to dissuade him: he kept the squeeze going. I looked in horror at my cock. It suddenly spit out a load of cum.

Dirk grinned and relaxed the bear hug on my balls. “It feels good to give me your cum, yah?”

“No fuckin’ way, you pervert!”

The wrestler put the killer squeeze on again. I screamed once more, not knowing if my ‘nads could withstand the unbelievable pressure. I reached forward to punch Dirk, but Dieter held me down with a hand on my chest. I grabbed his arm, clutching it like a frightened child.

A second load of cum flew from my cock hole. But this time Dirk maintained the ball pressure at full force, undoubtedly expecting another discharge of juice to follow.

“No! Stop it! I give! I give!” I yelled, rocking my head from side to side on my mat.

“You give, yah—you will give more cum!” replied Dirk.

“No!” I cried. “My balls hurt too much!”

I lied. Yes, my balls hurt, but I also felt pleasure—enough of it to shoot again. I couldn’t explain why. My cock was going crazy with excitement. It jerked upward every few seconds, as if spurting invisible cum. Dirk watched the athletic leaps of my cock very closely.

“Tell me you like it,” demanded the skinhead.

“OK, OK, I like it!” I cried, hoping that admission would make him let go. But he kept squeezing.

“You like losing to me yah? Say it!”

“Yes! I like losing to you!” I yelled.

I couldn’t believe that I, the undefeated champ, had spoken those words! But right after saying them, my cock began to do even higher leaps. What was happening to me?

“Tell me to squeeze your balls dry!” ordered Dirk.

“Oh god no!” I begged.

“Tell me!”

Now frantic to end the torture one way or another, I complied. “Squeeze ‘em dry!” I shouted. Dieter looked at his buddy’s hold on my ‘nads. He put his camera on the mat and pressed down on my chest with both hands so I couldn’t move. What was he preparing me for? What was going to happen to my balls? I gazed at Dieter in fear. I saw that, like Dirk, he was now naked. His cock stood straight up, directly over my chest. I’d never seen a guy’s rod up close before. Dieter had a long one, nearly as long as mine. Excited veins bulged out along its sides.

But my unusual fixation on the tool quickly ended. Dirk’s fingers suddenly did something to my balls—something extreme. Intense pain overwhelmed them. My jaw

dropped. I grabbed Dieter’s arms with both hands. The look on Dirk’s face was

unforgettable: he had his teeth clamped together and his lips open, forming a sneer that was scary as hell.

“Say it again!” shouted Dirk.

I could barely speak through the pain. “Squeeze ‘em dry!” I shrieked.

Whatever hold the wrestler had on my nuts, I was sure it would damage them for good. Dieter patted and massaged my pecs to reassure me, but the squeeze and Dirk’s sneer had me paralyzed with fear.

Without warning, Dieter’s cock exploded above me—without being touched. The sight, and the feel of the guy’s warm cum splashing down on my chest, was amazing to behold. How could the guy become so turned on just by watching me suffer? Yet, that was also happening to me. Whether from the pain or fear, I heard myself saying “squeeze ‘em” over and over to Dirk. As I did, my cock lifted itself high, eager to submit.

“Yah,” said the wrestler. “Give it to me!”

I held tightly to Dieter as pleasure filled my cock. “Yes! Yes!” I cried. “Make me give!”

Dirk didn’t hold back. He pried my thighs open further, then really laid into my balls. At first the pain seemed intolerable, but my pleasure rose higher and it soon surpassed the discomfort. The sneer on Dirk’s face remained, but it now appeared less menacing to me. And his killing hold on my nuts began to actually feel good, kind of sexy. But even more incredible, although he wasn’t touching my cock, he somehow had complete control of it, making the cum tube tingle vigorously all the way down to my ‘nads.

Suddenly my long tool started to jump wildly. “Yes! Get me!” I yelled.

Pleasure gripped my crotch, my balls, my thighs and arms, every muscle of my body. A moment later, cum burst from the cock like Dieter’s had—with no physical stimulation of any kind. I screamed submission after submission as my cock squirted its juice hysterically….

I finally became aware that my orgasm had ended, although I don’t remember exactly when. I then realized that my arms and legs were chained, restraining me in a spread-eagle position. But even if I weren’t tied down, I couldn’t have mustered enough strength to lift my shoulders off the mat. Dirk had demolished me. He sat triumphantly on my outstretched thighs, smirking down at me. After a moment or two, he raised his right hand and formed a fist-with the knuckle of the third finger extending beyond the others so I would notice it. From the nasty expression on his face, I knew he wasn’t finished with me yet. Dirk looked down at my rod. Still thick and hard, it lay defenseless across my heaving gut. The guy nearly salivated at the sight of it. He pointed his fist and knuckle downward.

“No! No!” I yelled, fearing that my cock would be the target.

“This will hurt sometimes,” he said. He drove the knuckle downward, slamming it into my sex muscle.

My head flew upward in an automatic response to the blow. It remained there as Dirk pressed his knuckle deep into the stunned cock. I began gasping loudly. Dieter came in

close and cradled my head in his lap. I could feel his excited cock pulse against the back of my neck as he watched his buddy execute the hold.

“Ahhh! No!” I gasped, feeling the knuckle burrowing into my recently-emptied rod.

Dirk gripped his right wrist with the left hand in order apply even more pressure. He leaned forward, putting his full body weight into the nightmarish move. The knuckle sank deeper and deeper into my cock. I felt it reach my stiff cum-tube and start to push into it.

“Fuck! No! I submit!” I yelled, reacting to both the pain and the intense, post-orgasm pleasure caused by the attack.

Dieter caressed my shoulders and face. He whispered advice in my ear, “Cum.”

“No! No!” I gasped. “I can’t!”

But Dirk seemed to know more about my cock than I did. He had planned his assault well. The knuckle was located about three inches below the tip of my rod—right on a particularly sensitive spot. Then, to punish me further, Dirk started to twist his knuckle back and forth as he pressed down into the inflamed cock. I screamed, not knowing how long I could take it. At that point, my brain suddenly recalled part of an old Tarzan movie I had once seen. A powerful tribesman had gained the upper hand in a fight with Tarzan and began to twist his knuckle against the jungle hunk’s temple to put him out. As Tarzan weakened, he took on a much sexier look to me; I didn’t know why. When he eventually won the fight, I felt sort of disappointed. Had I wanted to see the hunk lose, to see his muscular body defeated?

I had buried that scene in my mind until Dirk’s move on my cock. Now it was I who faced the deadly knuckle hold. As the wrestler worked the bone of his finger into my sensitive tube, I pictured myself in the jungle, struggling like Tarzan. But in my fight, I never recover my strength. The hold annihilates me. I lay groaning in pain on the jungle floor, unable to move, muscles glistening in sweat. A young warrior appears and walks up to me. He teases my long cock with the point of his spear until it becomes rock-hard. He presses into it. Instead of pain, I feel only pleasure. He keeps the spear pressed into the cock, making it swell and pulse.

The image hit me powerfully. Did I want to lose to Dirk? Is that what I had always wanted? Dirk’s knuckle torture made my cock throb with an indescribable pleasure that both taxed and aroused me at the same time. My nipples hardened to steel. My ball-skin tightened to leather. Dirk’s twisting fist began to look sexy. Was I going out of my mind?

“Yes! God yes!” I yelled to the wrestler, disbelieving my own words. I wanted more.

Dirk began to grind his knuckle into my sex tube with ferocious power, holding nothing back. I screamed and jerked wildly on the arm chains—not to get away, but to encourage the wrestler to ream my sex muscle even harder. My cock swelled, anxious to release my sperm.

Dirk grinned, ready to take my cum once more. When the explosions came, I thought they would kill me. Instead of having less intensity than the previous orgasms, this one had considerably more. Huge amounts of cum rocketed across my chest, shooting several feet through the air. Dirk continued to grind into the cum tube, ensuring that I kept pumping out my maleness.

The sight made Dieter’s pump switch on once more as well. Clutching me, the guy bent forward and shot load after load onto my neck and shoulders and chest. This was the first time I ever erupted with another guy, and the experience exhilarated me beyond belief. I couldn’t stop shooting. I finally closed my eyes to revel in the sensation of sperm coursing through my rod.

When I opened them, I expected to see Dirk still grinding into my cock, because that’s exactly what I felt. But he wasn’t there. He had moved beside me and was busy hugging and kissing Dieter. I stared in confusion at my freed tool, as an invisible Dirk continued to knuckle it without mercy. Recurring waves of pleasure swept over me. Thoroughly exhausted, I let my head fall back to the mat. Sleep overcame me within seconds.

I awoke to find myself in a soft, comfortable bed, lying on my side. I could see little in the dark room, but I felt Dirk behind, and Dieter in front, facing me. Both were pressed against my body, soothing it with their wonderful, youthful warmth. Dieter had both hands wrapped around my rod—not squeezing, but holding the muscle in a way that made it feel very good, very sexy. I put a hand on his chest and stroked it gently. My fingers encountered wetness—cum. I knew it was mine. Had the ejaculations awakened me? I thought about all the juice that I’d shot since arriving in Germany. What was causing me to have so many orgasms in such a short time? Was it something in the water?

I smiled to myself, because I knew the answer: I loved being with these guys. I loved the touch of a male. It wasn’t merely a new experience. It was an important part of me that I had acknowledged at last.

Dirk moved slightly behind me. It was then that I became conscious of his cock in my ass. It was a new sensation, but instead of trying to pull away, I found myself accepting his cock there. If this was proof of my defeat, I no longer cared. It felt good. I patted his leg with a hand. He responded by giving my butt a couple of friendly thrusts. My cock throbbed in excitement.

Dieter held my pole steady, then captured the top of it in his mouth. I gasped in pleasure as my cock skin grow hotter and tighter with each tingling touch of his tongue.

As if this weren’t enough, soon his fingers surrounded my stiff testicles, admiring their firmness, their heaviness and the huge reservoir of masculinity inside them. I put a leg around Dieter’s body in appreciation. He never released my balls, or my cock, for the rest of the night. If he wanted to prove that he could make me feel as good as his buddy had, he succeeded. The guy had no trouble getting me to shoot him a load of juice whenever he wanted it, which was often. I wondered how much of my cum I he’d take before morning.

It didn’t matter. I was beginning to like the idea of losing, of submitting to another guy. Giving him my body, and my cum, had become a truly fantastic turn-on for me. I owed Dirk and Dieter a lot for this discovery. I decided then and there to lengthen my stay in Germany so I could pay them back. I knew they’d go for it.

I gasped, feeling Dirk’s cock in my ass and Dieter’s tongue edging my cock toward another submission. Both guys snuggled closer. They put their arms around me. Dieter introduced my pole to the back of his throat, while Dirk worked his cock deeper into me….

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Andrew was waiting that the Bus Stop on a cold damp Monday Morning to start his weekly commute to work. He was fed up as he was bored with his job working at warehouse and wanted to get into another career, but what that was he had no idea. He was 26 6ft with chunky build and had a thick beard which he kept in ok condition but was not as poncy as some of these hipster guys nowadays. He was dressed in a work T Shirt and grey maintenance work trousers which fitted him perfectly being tight in the rear, as he had a big workman rugby butt, built, square and broad. Due to the weather, he was also wearing a padded cardigan which kept him warm and was light enough to carry on the various transport networks that he had to use to get to his destination.

To keep fit, he went occasionally to the gym and swam. Alongside his beard, Andrew was hairy all over and his hair was dark brown and his beard was darker in colour. He was quite shy and blushed a lot when embarrassed and that was endearing to his family and friends. He was a alright guy and had recently parted from his girlfriend of 3 years Sophie who was one of Blond Middle England Women and was he getting use to being single again.

He was thinking about an encounter he had at the weekend when this guy Jose, he recalled his name kept on staring rather too intently at him at a birthday party, that he attended and he was bit uncomfortable as he was not into men. He asked his mate Patrick, “who is that guy staring at us?” but he barely responded, as his tongue was down some girls throat. “Your being paranoid friend as he is not looking at you just chill out.”

However every time Andrew looked up the guy was staring at him and winked a lot and he grew more and more embarrassed, frustrated then angry. After an hour he was really fed up and went to the toilet vowing to I am going to speak to him as he is really pissing me off. However when he came out Jose had left, so he missed his chance and he instantly relaxed and carried on drinking chatting to a couple of women but not having no luck scoring with them, they loved tickling his beard.

The bus turn up and he got on and then caught his train to work. He arrived at 8am and did the usual and sailed through the day. He had lunch down the local pub with his 3 work mates Steve 28 Irish Blond, Bill 35 Welsh Redhead and Santos 30 from Argentina and all were 5ft 9 to 5ft 11, all similar builds, all bearded. They had a cheeky Pint and were talking about the weekend. Bill was Gay and lived with his husband Marvin 33 who was a Black also from Wales and they were a perfect match and complemented each other, They had also attended the party.

He pulled Bill aside told him about Jose who Bill knew and he said I felt a bit uneasy mate and Bill teased him saying “why a hot fit guy like you what’s the problem?” “I’m Straight and not into Men as I Fancy Women!” Andrew said “That’s what the issue is!” ” Come on friend lots of people like being looked at and I can tell you lots of Guy love the bearded look.” “Marvin always tells me if he wasn’t with me, that he would love to have you as a decent substitute.”

He laughed seeing the look of shock on Andrew’s face as well as his blushing bright red. “Oh Mate loads of my mates fancy you and say you are really Fit and they love your manly beard and your build and your cute smile.” “Fuck off you taking the piss Bill” he responded. “I really am not mate and a couple of them say they would love to Cum all over your face and beard as that’s a fantasy of theirs and both can really blow a big load” “I can tell you and I would play to see that in slow motion to see them spurting all over your face” and he roared with laugher see the lookof disgust on Andrews face.

Andrew blushed bright red and Steve and Santos said “what going on with you two then?” “Oh Nothing Andrew was just telling me about some weird girl who was stalking him at a party we went to at the weekend.” Before he had a chance to go on, his phone went and it was their supervisor calling to request that they come back to work, as a big order urgently need to go out. This resulted in some over time, so he finished at 7pm.

He said to himself, “what’s the point of going back to an empty room, I might as well have a few drinks before I go home.” He popped into the same pub as he had lunch in and ordered a drink and he sat at an empty table playing on his phone. He runimated over Bills comments earlier and started imaging his two Gay mates Cumming all over his face and beard with their big loads. Strangely that got him a little excited. He reckoned that being desire even by men was OK wasn’t it? after all most of the men in gay porn these day were straight weren’t they? he had read somewhere.

“Would you mind if I sit here?” said a voice with an accent. He looked up to see the same man who was staring at him at the party last night. He blushed as he was still thinking about Bills Gay Friends Jizzing over his face and covering his Beard and Face and Cum Dripping in his mouth and he said blushing, “Eh No Problem sit down mate.”

The man introduced himself as Jose who was 3. He was dressed in a suit and tie and had dark wavy hair and was clean shaven and smelt nice. “I saw you in the party last night” said Andrew making conversation. “Yes I was there but left as I was bored and lonely and bit pissed and did not want to make fool of myself.”

“You were staring at me why?” “Yeah sorry about that, you are a good looking man and I Love Your beard.” “Are you Gay?” “Yes I am not, I know your straight, but you can’t blame a guy for looking can you, as you are one handsome man” and they fell about aughing and were soon chatting about everything and nothing.

It was soon 10pm and Andrew said “I have to go home as I have work tomorrow.” “What do you do” and he replied “I work in warehouse at the moment.” “Is that OK?” “No it bloody boring but I need to pay my rent”. “What do you do” and he replied “I work in office for a large company” and when he said what it was Andrew recognised it as it was linked to his own firm.

“What do you want to do?” “I am not sure, but not this job as its not going anywhere, I’m 26 and need to have a proper career.” ” Have you thought about taking a course?” “Yeah but it too long and expensive and I can’t afforded it on my salary as my rent is a bit expensive.” Jose said “You could do some evening classes or some online courses, but they required some commitment” and they chatted some more and before they knew it was closing time.

“Oh fuck I have missed my last train” Andrew said panicking. “Look come and stay at mine we can get a Uber there and you can go to work from mine tomorrow.” “I am not sure” he said, “you know I’m straight right?” “Oh Piss Off Mate, Bloody Hell I am offering you a bed for the night, I don’t expect a good hard fuck from you and for us to get married!” “Seriously get over yourself Friend.”

“OK, OK, Sorry Pal, that was stupid of me.” “Yeah but you are fucking fit though” Jose laughed, come on let go and they caught the Uber and ended up in his apartment a nice place just out of the City. “Come in make yourself comfortable.”

Andrew was impressed with the flat, it was 2 large bedrooms and clean but homely and he loved the deco. “This is nice.” “Yeah I lived here with my Husband Cyril but we are divorced now.” “Oh I’m sorry” “Don’t be I caught him screwing my best girlfriends straight brother in our bed” and his face dropped and his lip quivered.

“What happen?” “Oh the usual, I came home early as I was unwell and heard noises upstairs and I went into the Bedroom.” “Cyril the Slut was on his back getting hammer fucked by Andre’s Big 10 inched Dick.” “Oh Shit what did you do?” “Luckily I had my wits about me and I filmed them for a long while and they adopted several positions cumming several times.” I know that Cyril loves taking big phat dicks in his ass snatch and was having Anal Orgasms all the way through gettng fuck out.”

Andrew thought what the Hell is an ‘Anal Orgasm’?” but did not dare ask at that point. So instead he said, “Damn how did you stand it and what did you do next?” “I don’t know if I could take seeing another person fucking my partners cunt in front of me!” “I left the house and uploaded the film to my Cloud account and was sick and stayed in a hotel for the night.” “I called Cyril made an excuse and the next day went to my solicitor and filed for divorce.”

“I then invite Cyril and Andre to Sunday lunch alone and played the video” and “they were guilty as fuck and tried to make excuses blaming each another and Cyril tried his usual denial, tactics but the evidence was there so he agreed to the divorce straight away and moved out.” “Oh Shit Mate come here” and Andrew gave him a big hug as he could see he was still in pain as he was wiping away tears.

“When did that happen about 2 years ago sorry it hard.” “Shit pull yourself together” he said breathing slowly. “Oh man sorry thats really tough.” “Fuck it enough of that do you want a beer?” “Yeah why not.” They had a couple more and Jose showed him his bedroom. This is massive Andrew exclaimed seeing it was clealry the marital room, “I can’t sleep in here as its too many bad memories.” Andrew did not know what came over him but he pulled Jose close to him and said “how about we make some new hot memories” and kissed him.

Jose responded back and before they knew it they were both naked and lying on the bed making Man Love and Andrew thought “shit what do I do next as this is new to me.” He blamed the beer, Bills sexual chat earlier and Jose describing his Ex getting hammered fucked by Andre big 10 inched dick, which he visualised. His 8 inched dick was rock hard and as he was lying fully under Jose whose 9 inch dick was rubbing against him, he he was enjoying himself far more that he wanted to admit.

“This is nice stated Jose2 who was giggling saying “I love your beard Andrew, Oh man it such a turn on.” “Is it?” he replied shyly, “Would you like to Cum on it”. “Fuck yeah” Jose shouted excitedly God can I? as that a real fantasy of mine.” “Maybe later,” Andrew murmured. “Your On” and Jose held his head close and snogged the face off him and kissed him with passion as he could not believe it.

At the party he recalled that he could not keep his eyes of Andrew at the party and only left when he saw the look of annoyance on his face, not wanting any trouble and look now, he was naked in bed with him rubbing their rock hard dicks together and he could not believe his luck. He was rubbing his face with Andrews beard and thinking “this is dream right?” Thankfully it wasn’t and Andrews hairy body was glistening with sweat and the workmate smell was a turn on and Jose relished in it. He craftily reached for some lube and greased himself up and positioned himself by straddling the guy and lined his Ass Cunt Mouth with his hard dick and slowly sank himself down on Andrews hard pole.

Andrew gasped and before he knew it Jose had impaled himself fully on his dick and was riding him up and down and then just moving his hips slowly grinding himself onto him. Andrew looked at him as his eyes were closed and pulled him to him for a deep mouth bruising kiss and ran his hands all over Jose’s body and back and pinched his nipples. He soon nibbling his ears and neck, before pulling him in for more hot passionate man kisses. This was his first time ever being so intimate with another man and he went with it enjoying himself and his dick was harder than with any women that he had been with even his last girlfriend Sophie.

“Roll over” he heard Jose say and was soon on top on him, “Fuck me hard man I need it.” Andrew obliged pistoning his thick hips into Jose Anal Pussy which was tight and gripped his dick with all of his might. His anal muscles were going into overdrive, milking and clutching the penal shaft like a vice. “I am not going to last” Andrew said slightly panicked as usually he could last a fair bit longer. Not with this guy he realised whose response was to grab his hairy ass and plunged his finger deep into his tight virgin twat ,which resulted in his cumming deep into his Jose’s colon which continued to sucked the heavy cum load out of his dick.

“Fucking Hell” Andrew moaned “you are too much man.” “I know you are the first man I have slept with since my breakup.” “Well your my first man ever that I have had Sex With and God I did not realise how good it would to have sex with another man!” He asked “does getting fucked in the Ass Hurt?” “Why do you want to try it?” “Yeah maybe” he blushed bright red which was endearing, “but I wont be able to take it was well as you can as damn that was some performance.”

“Lets grab a shower and clean you out” Jose said. “What do you mean?” “I’ll explain in the bathroom. 45 minutes later Andrew was prepped and lying on his side and being cuddle and kissed and his asshole after being penetrated by first 3 fingers, a vibrating dildo and a medium size butt plug, which having been removed, he asshole was now full. He had been entered by Jose’s 9 inched prick, which was moving slowly inside him.

It hurt at first by Jose who was being gentle with him and slowly inched into him an inch at a time kissing him sensually. Within 10 minutes the pain subsided and Andre jumped as his prostrate was slid over and over and he moaned. “What’s that feeling” he panted, “its your prostrate being stimulated, do you like it,do you want me to stop?” Jose teased chuckling to himself. “No Don’t You Dare.”

“AHHHHHHHH” he screamed when he felt waves of pleasure wash over him and felt himself cumming by nothing was produce. “What the hell was that?” “Your first anal orgasm” Jose said smiling at him. “Damn you are so lucky, it took me ages to achieved this level of pleasure” and he said “good lets get started properly “and he long dicked the bearded mans de virginised Ass Pussy and cuddle him tighter while drilling full lenght into his now pliant ass hole. Andrew was crying with pleasure being mentally confused as this was a man deep inside his asshole and he was not sure how to handle it but enjoying the sensations of his asshole being plowed out.

Jose sensing his confusion said “don’t worry about it friend, just enjoy it man and we will chat later but now just enjoy the experience please, as you are turn on.” ” Thanks for letting me do this and being the first guy to take you Anal Virginity” and kissed him passionately. Andrew gave up any chance resistance and settle in for a long hard fuck which he received.

Jose held back from cumming and his constant gliding over and over the poor guy sensitive prostrate result in his having multiple anal orgasms and he cried and moaned like Bitch in Heat and Jose had the senseto recorded this to show him later on, whichh Andrew appeciated it when the guilt set in and he could see how his body responded to another mans touch and it comforted him and made his body espically his arse hole which tingle at the memory.

“Oh man your too much” he moaned as another wave of pleasure him hit like a ton of bricks and he said “do me this way” and he lay on his front and was fully encased by the mans body on top of him and he was fucked for hours until 4am in the morning. Jose came in him 3 times and they fell asleep cuddling together.

He jolted awake at 7am and eased Jose ‘s dick out of his tender ass pussy went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror and thought “oh fuck I can’t go in to work like this.” He looked completely fucked out his lips were puffy and he had love bites all over his neck and chest and the relisation that he had sex with another man hit him hard and he wept panick bu his situation as it was too much for him to think about.

Jose hearing him knocked on the door and said “Andrew are you OK.” “Yes give me minute “and he waited outside, while he washed his face and exited the bathroom. “Come in here” Jose said and they sat on the sitting room. “Are you really OK?” “No of course not.” “Look don’t worry about it its a one off yeah so no hard feeling yeah.” “That’s just it Jose I want you to Fuck Me in My Ass again and it Fucking with my head!”

“I know mate come on” and they went straight back to bed and Jose went down on him blowing him by sucking his tender prick down his throat giving the man a really good old fashioned blow job so that within minutes he was ready to blow a big load. Andrew maneuverer his body giving him some time to recovered and he stared at Jose’s dark coloured dick before nibbling the cock head.

After the initial strange tasted he thought this is not too bad and he sucked him into his mouth and having a good gag reflex he took the full length down his throat and used his strong throat muscles to bring his man off. Andrew being a novice ,appeared to be natural at sucking man dick and his big strong jaw and throat muscles had Jose squirming and before he knew it he had lost control and came down the guys throat. Andrew swallowed the lot surprising himself saying “Damn what night of surprises.”

Andrew looked at the clock seeing it was 7.55am and cumming to his senses thought “Oh Fuck I need to ring work” and he called in and spoke to Ben saying “I’m ill mate can you let Mac the Boss know I am not coming in.” “OK you sound a bit fucked mate?” ” Yeah I am literally, I tell you about it tomorrow.” “OK sounds interesting?” “It is Mate, see you tomorrow.” Jose did the same and they hung about together all day.

Later on Andrew was blowing Jose and said shyly “can you cum on my face and beard and film it for me. “Yes Jose shouted super excited” “YES My Fantasy Cumming True “and he did and within minutes of Andrew chewing on his Dick, he spurted a large Cum Load over his face which coated his beard and mouth and he filmed every second of it and took loads of pictures amd them he Andrew licked Jose cock head cleaning it off.

“Fucking hell mate you really can Suck Dick Good and I am still hard can you make me cum again?” “Yeah sure No Problem” and within 10 minutes he did it again capturing every moment and then snogging the face off each other sharing the hot sticky load.
Andrew left later that day and went home.

He called Bill and confessed to him what had happened and Bill drove straight over to see him. “Mate I’m fuck up but I really like this guy, what the fucks that about?” Andrew said to him. Bills reponse was “Mate who knows just enjoy it” and he hugged him”.

Andrew did and within a month, he had moved in with Jose him and had his beard Cum On Again and Again Lucky Old Thing.

I drove Joey back to the hotel, where we got changed into T-shirts and jeans. Joey wore the same jeans he had worn during the trip over here, this time wearing a green T-shirt. I wore a black V-neck and jeans. Now, it really felt like a holiday. While we were changing, I brought up the one bed situation.

“So, do we get separate rooms, or…?”

Joey looked at me.

“You know what, I didn’t even think of that. I’m sure we only have one room, but they may have made a mistake. Let’s go check at reception.”

At reception, we were told that unfortunately there were no rooms left with two queen beds. The guy behind the desk, Roger, effortlessly remembered making the booking, which had specifically asked for one kingsize bed. Joey looked at me again, wide-eyed.

“Oh my gosh. Daniel.”

“Yes! Daniel Abbott!”, Roger seemed pleased to recognize the name.

“Thank you Roger”, Joey said as he walked outside.

I was confused but I followed him.

Once outside, Joey turned to me.

“I am so sorry. This is my fault. When Daniel had the idea of having us do this trip together, and I said yes… He asked me if I liked you. I said yes. This was before our talk, you know?”

I nodded.

“Daniel said something like, I got you covered. Or something. I don’t remember. At the time I thought he meant having us go on a nice trip together was his way of setting us up. But it may have involved this as well.”

I laughed.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure it will be fine.”

Although honestly, I worried. I knew Joey would keep his distance. Would I be able to keep my hands to myself?

We had decided to go to the gay part of Key West and check it out. We would have to repeat our presentations for the second part of the staff tomorrow morning at 10:00. We figured we could go for some drinks, too.

“Maybe we’ll each meet someone”, Joey said as we waited for our Uber.

I laughed.

“Just promise me”, he continued, “if you go home with someone, make sure I see you at the hotel by 9:00.”

Joey laughed and slapped my shoulder. It had been a while since he had touched me. I had missed it.

Joey and I walked around Key West. We looked at the sea at the Southernmost Point of the Continental US. We wandered through Duval Street and counted the rainbow flags. We stopped at Pinchers Crab Shack for dinner. We talked some more about the day’s presentations and he mentioned he was proud of me. We had some lovely fresh seafood and a few glasses of white wine. Sitting across from Joey having dinner with the dimmed lights got me into a romantic spirit. Again. Joey, however, was following what we had agreed on a week earlier and did not meet my loving gaze but looked down at his food or around the room.

When we walked out, Joey led the way to a nice bar he had looked up online. His ass in his tight jeans drove me absolutely wild. I slapped his butt and he laughed.

“I know you said you like all sorts of butts… but I thought we talked about this?”

“Sorry, you’re just too perfect”, I blurted out.

I wasn’t sure if it was the wine getting to me, but I was not holding back and I didn’t feel any regrets.

“You mean my butt is perfect?”

“All of you.”

I now walked next to him and put my arm around his neck as we walked. Our faces were close. I was feeling like I should be honest.

“You’re just being a little tipsy and silly”, he said.

His goofy smile turned me on even more.

I stopped walking, which made him stop as well.

“I’m serious. I take everything back. Getting to know you during the drive… the way you helped me ace my first presentation by calming me down. I need that in my life. I need you… in my life.”

“You might regret this”, Joey replied. “Remember what you told me?”

We had been looking each other in the eye for a while now. A pause followed in our conversation. Joey then suddenly touched my chin and let his fingers go through the short hairs of my beard. It was such a tender gesture. I got rock hard.

“I remember. I just don’t care right now.”

Just then Joey’s thumb went across my moustache. We kissed. Our second kiss, but this one felt even more special. We held each other tight as I felt his erection against my body and he surely felt mine on his. The kiss was passionate and lasted minutes. Joey’s short moans and heavy breathing turned me on even more. People must have walked past us on the sidewalk. Some of them laughed, clapped, cheered. I could barely hear them. When Joey reached for my crotch I knew I had to have him.

We ended up not going for drinks. We took an Uber back to the hotel. During the ride, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. My hands went under his shirt and I felt his abs for the first time. He saw how much I liked his body and he smiled at me.

“I’m so happy we’re finally doing this.”

When we got to the hotel, I needed the john badly. When I returned, I saw Joey on the bed, face down. Naked. His right leg was cocked to the side so I could have access. His bubble butt looked so inviting.

“Oh yeah”, I whispered as I took off all my clothes, faster than ever before. My thick, uncircumcised cock stood its full 8 inches as it bounced out of my underwear. I started out caressing his muscular legs. I caressed his back with one hand, placing my other next to Joey’s body, hovering my body over his. My cock touched his crack. Joey was already breathing heavy. Only then I touched his beautifully smooth butt for the first time. He was already pushing his ass up, dying for my cock. But I was about to take my fucking time.

I now started kissing his powerful back and arms, again with my erection touching his butt. I licked his lower back and kissed his round cheeks. I started rimming him, licking his entire crack, which elicited Joey’s moans and a shiver. His moaning was so erotic, so submissive. I knew I was already driving him crazy.

“Ohh… so good”, he said softly.

I continued to caress his body and teased my cock on his hot, pink hole. I knew my cock was thick and I had to take it slow. Bit by bit I entered him, his moans getting higher in both pleasure and surprise. When I finally entered him completely, he moaned even more. “Oh shit…”

I fucked him slow, feeling his smooth cheeks against my hips. I turned his head to the left and kissed him as I fucked him. He moaned into my mouth. I could see the pleasure in his face.

“Oh shit… Fuck…”

His moans got so high, which turned me on.

“That feels so good… ohhhh….”

I slowly increased my speed, making his moans guttural. I knew then he had never been fucked like this. Sensually. My body was still over his as I fucked him at a moderate pace. I saw his face was all flushed. He was full of desire. His body again shivered. I slowly pulled out of him to give him a break. He caught his breath and I pulled him toward me into the doggy position. I caressed his butt cheeks and teased his hole with my cock some more.

Still out of breath, he said, “Put that dick inside.”

I obliged. His moans were crazy with desire. I started out slow again.

“That feels so good”, he murmured.

“You love that dick?”, I asked, but he couldn’t answer as he let out another high moan just as I was fully inside of him. I spread his cheeks and watched my cock go in and out of him slowly.

I increased my speed again and his moans got faster as well.

“Oh shit! Ohh.. ohh.. ohh…”

Joey’s chest dropped to the bed as his arms must have gotten too weak to hold him up. His legs soon followed, causing us to get back to the same position as before. His entire body had collapsed, becoming like jelly. He continued to push his bubble ass up toward my cock however.

I stopped my thrusts just as I was all the way inside him and I could tell it drove him crazy.

“Ohhh! Ohhh!”

I kissed his neck and then slowly pulled out of him again.

I grabbed his ankles and turned him around. He instinctively pulled up his knees to give me access, continuing to moan without me inside of him. His ankles rested on my shoulder as I re-entered him.

“Ohhh! So deep! Ohhh!”

His erect cock now rested on his belly, 6 inches long and circumcised. Only now we could watch each other during our fuck session. His hands went over my hairy chest and stomach. I could see his lustful eyes look at me as he moaned so beautifully.

“Ohhhh…. I love your cock… ohhhh!”

I bit my lip and pushed his chest down on the bed as I fucked him.

“Ohhh… so thick! Ohhhh…”

I bent forward to kiss him. Then I finally increased to full speed. His moans were now loud and most likely audible in the next room and hallway. The bed was also getting noisy. Joey held on to his dick tightly as I fucked him hard. He started jacking his cock.

“I’m going to fucking cum!”

His penis was pink with a beautiful head. I watched it as it squirt out a load, Joey’s moans long and high.

I wasn’t done yet. I took his left leg and flipped it over to the other side of me, so I could fuck him on his side. His hole got tighter. Joey continued to moan and I continued to fuck. After a few more minutes I was ready to cum and I left my load in his hole. It was so good to finally cum, but I wasn’t ready for it to be over. We kissed and cuddled. Especially Joey needed to come down from a sex high, as he shivered a few times. It was the first time I’d had sex after my ex, and I was happy that I still knew how to please a bottom.

I pulled Joey up from the bed and led him to the shower. We kissed and explored each other’s bodies some more by washing them. Before I knew it, Joey was on his knees blowing me. I got hard again right away. His big brown eyes looked up at me, eager to please. He wasn’t ready for our sex to be over either. He choked himself on my cock a few times, but he and I both moaned throughout. He played with his own cock as he sucked me.

“Just like that, baby”, I said.

Soon enough, I knew I had to fuck him again. I could tell he wanted me as well.

After quickly toweling off, Joey had me lie down on the bed. My cock was rock hard as he stepped over me and sat on it. Joey’s cock went from soft to hard after only a few slow thrusts. When I saw him getting used to the thickness of my cock again, I increased my speed, Joey’s hard cock bouncing up and down. His moans got faster and higher once again. He was holding onto my legs tightly with both hands when suddenly his cock erupted with cum as I fucked him.

“Keep going, keep going”, he said in a high pitch. The view of his cock spurting hands-free was so hot to me that I came inside of him again.

After one fuck that lasted half an hour, and one that lasted maybe three minutes, we were both spent. We used a towel to wipe some cum off and fell asleep holding each other.

The next day we did part two of our presentations, which was the same presentation to the other part of the staff. I was much less nervous the second time around and I was very happy with how I had done. Joey winked at me throughout his own presentation and throughout mine, but I didn’t let that distract me.

Joey and I extended our stay in Key West for a few more days. We tried out the position where Joey sits on my cock lots more times, which evidently hits his prostate. He has said he has never had sex like this before. On Saturday we drove back to Sarasota. We each had to go see our families for Christmas. For Joey this meant San Diego, for me Paducah, Kentucky.

Paducah was cold and wet during Christmas, but I was so happy to tell my family about the new job and the new man. On Boxing Day I got a text. It was Joey, asking me to come to the front door. I opened it and he was there. He’d wanted to surprise me. I was so happy to see him but I suddenly got very nervous about him meeting my family. Though before going in, he pulled me outside into the rain.

“I just want to say… I’m in love with you, Hector.”

I could feel my heart explode as my eyes welled up.

“I’m in love with you too, Joey.”

We kissed, again outside, though this time there was no-one around.

All my nerves fell away. I took Joey’s hand and led him inside to meet my parents.

THE END

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I was in my junior year of high school when I was made assistant equipment manager for the baseball, football, track, and soccer teams.  I had dated like all high school boys and scored with the girls numerous times, but while I was having sex with them I was thinking  about some of the guys on the sports teams.

I had seen nearly all of them nude at one time or another and casually checked out their personal equipment.  Seeing them nude excited me and secretly, I wanted have sex with them.  After seeing them nude, I would secretly find a private place and while remembering what they looked like nude, I would jerk off.

On one of those occasions, I was a split second from climaxing, when I heard two of the coaches approaching.  To hide all evidence, I shot my load into my hand and to hide it, I quickly ate it, and to my amazement, I really liked it.  After that, every time I jerked off I ate all evidence, and began to wonder if everyone’s tasted the same, and what it would taste like shooting directly into my mouth.

It was half way through my junior year that I celebrated my seventeenth birthday. One of the star football players, Josh Calvert, the son of the local sheriff, had  entered the gym  one afternoon and caught me jerking off.  I tried to hide what I was doing, but he smiled and said, “Hey, Mark, it’s cool. I was coming in here to do the same thing.  All guys do it but some won’t admit it.  Mind if I join you?”

“Be my guest,” I replied, before he said, “You got to promise me you won’t tell anyone what we did.”  We swore to keep it secret.

He opened his jeans and after lowering them and his briefs, he took out his partially hard cock, and began stroking it all while facing me and giving me a perfect view.  My own cock returned to it’s former rock hard condition and I began stroking my own cock.

“Fuck, Mark, watching you jerk your cock is turning me on big time.  I can’t wait to watch you shoot your load,” he said. 

“I want to watch you shoot yours also,” I said.

Seconds later, we both climaxed and shot our huge thick loads out into the urinal.

As we put our deflating cocks away, he said, “You walk home don’t you?”

“Yea, why?” I asked.

“Why don’t you start riding with me. I have to be honest and say that I’ve noticed you doing the same thing I do in the showers.”

I could feel my face turning red when I asked, “And just what would that be?”

“Look, man, I check out the other guys cocks just like you do, and besides, if you ride with me we can jerk off together every day.”

“Fuck, Josh, you’re one of the star players on the team.  Why would you want to hang out with me?”

“Well, we both like doing the same thing, and besides, I like doing it with another guy, and I feel like I can trust you to keep it secret.”

“Well, getting a ride would be great,” I said.

“Great!” he exclaimed.  “Meet me out by my car after practice.”

I said I would and as he left, I looked forward to jerking off with him regularly.

That afternoon and every afternoon after classes, Josh drove us out to an old abandoned park  where we jerked off together. After about two weeks, he totally shocked me when he suggested that we jerk each other off.  

We noticed that on occasions, we would see other men drive further into the park and decided to see what they were doing.  One afternoon, instead of jerking off, we followed a trail to an old restroom and after climbing up on some benches behind the restroom, we peered in through the windows and watched as the men fondled each other, kissed and sucked each others cocks.  On rare occasions, one or two of the guys let others fuck them in the ass.

Of course, while we watched, we were vigorously jerking our own cocks off climaxing two and sometimes three times.  Then one afternoon as we watched one guy suck another, Josh asked, “Mark, can I do that to you?”

“You really want to suck me off?” I asked.

“I’ve done it with my cousin and like it, and I’d like to do it to you, but you have to promise that you keep it secret.”

“I promise and if you want to do it, go for it,” I said.

As he knelt down, he said, “I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time we jerked off together.”

I soon gasped as he took my hard cock in his mouth and began sucking me.  “Oh, fuck, yea,” I said as I rested my hands on the back of his head and slightly began fucking his hot wet mouth.  I heard him moan and soon I told him I was about to shoot my load.  He began sucking me faster, and when my cock exploded in his mouth, he hungrily began swallowing ever volley of my load.

“Well, how was it?” he asked.

“Fuck, Josh, you can do that any time you want.  I loved it.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” he replied.

The next afternoon, as we left the school parking lot, I suggested we go to my place instead.  I told him my dad wouldn’t be home until at least seven and we could be alone and get naked.  He immediately headed for my place.  Little did he know that he was going to be the first guy that I ever sucked off.

Once in my bedroom, we quickly stripped and lay on the bed fondling each other.  After a few minutes, he slid down between my legs and swallowed my cock.  I lovingly placed my hands on the back of his head and began fucking his mouth.  After several minutes I stopped him and said I didn’t want to shoot yet. 

He came back up and lay beside me and as I grasped his cock, I did what we had seen guys in the restroom do.  I leaned over and kissed him offering him my tongue.  He immediately accepted it and offered his, as we were immediately kissing passionately.  

I pulled back and quickly got between his les and got my first taste of cock, which I loved.  I began sucking him and after a few minutes he said he was about to shoot and made me stop.

“Josh, I want it,” I said.

“Oh, you’re going to get it, but lets do each other at the same time.”

He  flipped around and soon we were sucking each other.  I climaxed first and after he had swallowed my load, he said, “I’m about to shoot, Mark.  Get ready.”

A second later, his cock exploded, filling my mouth with his huge thick creamy load of delicious cream.  Hungrily, I swallowed and after he pulled out of my mouth we kissed passionately.

After he pulled out, he asked, “Was that really your first time sucking another guys cock?”

“Yes , it was, but I’ve been eating my own cum for months. But I can guarantee it won’t be the last cock I suck.  How long you been sucking?” 

“I started with my cousin about a year ago. He is eighteen and does it all.  He loves me fucking him in his ass.”

“No shit?” I asked.

“Oh yea,”  he answered.  “Where the guys in the park bend over and take it, Jim loves getting in bed or on the floor on his back and raise his legs so I can go in him.  That way we can kiss while I fuck him, and his ass is better than any pussy I have ever fucked.”

“Do you get fucked?” I asked.

“You bet your hot cock I do, and I want you to fuck me tomorrow.  Dad has to go out of town to a state sheriffs conference and will be gone al weekend.  I was going to ask you if you wanted to come over and spend the weekend.”

“I’ll check with dad, but I don’t think it will be a problem,” I replied.

Sheriff Calvert and my dad had been friends for several years so I knew dad would probably let me stay the weekend with Josh.

Friday at school, Josh said he had asked his dad about me staying over for the weekend and he said it was okay but not to invite anyone else.

Immediately after class we headed for Josh’s place and  soon after arriving, his dad called and said that he had left money on the counter for us to order pizza or go get burgers to eat.  Little did his dad know I was sucking on Josh’s cock while they talked.

Later, as I talked with my dad, Josh was slowly and lovingly sucking on my cock and balls.  It was all I could do to keep from moaning in pleasure while talking to my dad.

Later in the evening, as Josh and I lat in his bed, he kissed me lovingly, then began gently licking his way down my neck to my chest.  Once there, he gently sucked on left nipple then my right.  I immediately realized just how sensitive to stimulation my nipples were.  Then, as he licked his way down to my cock and balls, I couldn’t resist tweaking my own nipples to get the sensations that drove me wild.

Then, I experienced something else that I loved.  After gently sucking on my balls and cock, Josh lifted my legs, and began licking and probing my ass with his hot wet tongue.  Out of control, I moaned loudly at the pleasure he was giving me and couldn’t wait to return the pleasure to him.  Never had I ever dreamed that something like that could feel so awesome and erotic.  

Soon, he returned to laying beside me and after we kissed agin, I began doing the same to him and when I began ‘eating his ass’, as he called it, my own cock grew even harder.

Then, he said something I never expected,

“Mark, please fuck me.  I want to feel your cock buried up my ass, and your load shooting in me.”

“Do what?” I asked, totally stunned.

“I want you to fuck me.  I love having a nice cock up my ass and feel it shoot off in me,” he replied.

“Hell, Josh, if that’s what you want, then I’ll do it.  Just tell me what to do,” I replied.

He gave me a quick kiss, before saying, “Thanks, man.”

He retrieved a tube of lube from his bedside cabinet and lay on his back.  After handing me the tube, he pulled his knees up to his chest and told me to coat my cock with the lube as he inserted some in his hole.

After directing me as to get in position he said, “Start sliding your cock into me.  Go slow until I tell you otherwise.”

Very gently, I began to enter his tight hole and a moment later I felt the head of my cock  enter his cavern.  I continued slowly sliding in when he smiled and said, “Now, go in all the way. Bury your cock in me.”

In one quick move, I slid my cock deep in his hole, with my balls  against his ass cheeks.  

“Oh, fuck, yea. Fuck me like you would a date.”

I began to piston in and out of his hole and I had to admit, it was better than any pussy I had ever fucked.  He pulled my face to his and we kissed as I fucked my first man hole, and loved it.

He had me vary my speed and soon I told him I was getting close. He said he couldn’t wait to feel my cock explode in him and said when it started, go in all the way and hole it there before milking it dry deep in him.

I followed his instructions and had the best climax I had ever experienced.  As my cock exploded deep within him, his own cock suddenly exploded, sending huge thick volleys out onto his stomach.

“That was one of the best fucks I have ever had,” he told me. “You can fuck me anytime you want.”

“Well, I damn sure enjoyed it,” I said, smiling.

“When you pull out, your welcome to lick me clean if you want to.” he told me.

“You better know I want to,” I replied.

I slowly pulled out and after wiping off my cock, I leaned forward and licked Josh clean, devouring every drop of his thick creamy load.

We kissed and cuddled for a while before dozing off to sleep, with me wondering what it was like to get fucked.  I knew I had to find out.

At some point early the next morning I awoke to find Josh sucking on my rock hard cock.  When he noticed that I was awake, he said, “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” I replied, but when you get through, I want you to take my cherry and fuck me.”

“I would love that,” he replied.

Before long I climaxed, filling his mouth with my thick cum load.  Then, without swallowing, he leaned forward and kissed me, sharing the thick nectar with me, and it was awesome.  

As out lips parted, I said, “Fuck me Josh.  I want to see what it’s like.”

“The main thing for you to remember is to relax.  Don’t tense up or it will hurt more.”

I said I understood and he soon had his cock and my hole well lubed.  With me on my back and legs raised, I felt him place the head of his rock hard cock against my hole.  Then, ever so gently, he began to press forward.  As his cock began its entry, I felt the pain grow.  I took a deep breath and relaxed.

Seconds later, the head popped in and I let out a gasp.  He kissed me and said, “The worst part is over.”

Slowly, he began to piston in and out of my virgin ass.  It was hurting some but I could tell by the pain easing up, that I was adjusting to having him in my ass.  Moments later he said he was all in.  I reached back and realized I had every inch of his cock buried in my hole.

Looking into his eyes, we kissed then I said, “Fuck me and give me that load.  I want to feel it shoot in me.”

Josh took his time and before long he began to fuck me faster.  After a hot wet tongue kiss, he said, “Mark, I’m getting close.”

“Shoot it, Josh.  Fill me up.”  

Suddenly he cried out and buried his cock in me and held it there.  I could feel it swell and explode as he collapsed on my chest.  Once he caught his breath, he pulled out then lifted my legs and sucked his own load out of me. 

After sharing it with me he smiled and asked, “Well, what did you think?”

“It was awesome and you can do it whenever you want,” I said, then asked,  “When did you first get fucked?”

“Like I said, I started sucking cock with my cousin then after a few weeks my brother came to my room and told me that my cousin told him we were sucking each other.  I was scared he would tell dad but he said that he also sucked our cousin an said he wanted sex with me.  He’s away at college now but when we talk he tells me about the cock he sucks and takes up his ass.’

Josh and I had sex for the rest of the school year and through the summer, with he and I spending a lot of time at their lake house quite often during the summer.

Then we started out senior year and after a few weeks, Josh said he had a surprise for me. I questioned him and he said I would have to wait and see. 

Then, one weekend when his dad was out of town for a conference, he asked if I was ready for my surprise.  I said yes, but he refused to tell me what it was.  He just said I would find out over the weekend.

We arrived at the lake house Friday afternoon, and immediately stripped naked.  The house and property were in the center of a clearing and completely hidden from all other houses.  We were able to enjoy the outdoors totally nude and not worry about being seen.

Saturday morning, as we prepared a simple breakfast, I heard a car drive up.  I mentioned it to Josh, saying that we needed to put something on.

Smiling, he said, “No we don’t.  That’s your surprise arriving.”

Seconds later, Clay Turner stepped into the room, smiled and said, “What a beautiful sight you two are.”  Immediately, he began removing the few clothes he had on.

Clay had graduated the year before and had been the captain of the football team and our star quarterback.  He had been  given a full scholarship to the local university and was now the star of the team.  I had trouble believing tat he was into sex with other males.

Once he was naked his long, beautiful uncut cock began to steadily stiffen.  Stepping over to us he tongue kissed Josh then turned to me and did the same.  After the kiss, he looked at me and said, “After Josh told me about you and how hot you are, I’ve been looking forward to having sex with the two of you.”

Clay was only nineteen but looked older.  He stood six-three and weighed close to two-ten.  He was extremely muscular and had a nice patch of dark brown hair on his chest and when fully hard his uncut cock was a beautiful eight inched in length.

He joined us for breakfast and afterward said he wanted desert.  As Josh and I sat on a bench on the porch, Clay got on his knees and sucked us both off, devouring both of our loads.  I had to taste his uncut cock and insisted that he feed it to me, which he did and his load was huge and sweet.

Afterward, we sat on the porch and talked and I asked him when and how he got started.  He reminded us that his dad owned a construction company in town.  He said that his cousin was visiting the summer before his junior year of high school, and suggested that they jerk off together.  While they were jerking each other his dad walked in and caught them.  He said his dad smiled and said it was cool and that all guys did it and stripped and joined in.

Laughing, I said, “I just can’t picture my dad saying something like that then joining in.  What was it like watching your own dad jerk off?”

“Hot as hell.” Clay replied.  “And after that, dad and I jerked off together a couple times a week, sometimes jerking each other off.”

“Mother fuck!” I exclaimed.  “Does he know you suck cock?”

“Please keep it just between us, but he and I suck each other a couple times a week.”

“Holy shit!” I said.  “You and your dad? How the fuck did that start?”

“We were jerking each other one night when he started talking about people giving sexual pleasure to each other.  He said if a man and woman could do it then why couldn’t  a woman sexually satisfy another woman and a man sexually satisfy another male.  I said that it seemed only fair to me and he asked me if he could do something to sexually satisfy me.  I said sure, and the next thing I knew he was sucking my cock and I  was loving it. He got me off and swallowed and the next thing I knew I was sucking him off.  It became a normal thing for he and I to do when together.”

“Fucking unbelievable,” I replied.  “The idea of a dad and son sucking each other off sounds so fucking awesome.” 

“Hell, my dad and I even fuck each other,” Clay added.

“Damn, I’d just like to see my dad with a boner,” I replied.  “I’ve seen him naked and it looked nice, but I’d love to see it hard.”

“Would you suck it if you could?” Clay asked.

“Fuck yea,” I said.  “We all need to get our rocks off,” I added, laughing.

I noticed Clay and Josh glance at each other and smile, but I didn’t think anything of it.

The subject changed to Clay saying he wanted to get double fucked by Josh and I and I thought it would be exciting.  I couldn’t believe that someone could take two cocks in their ass at the same time.

Clay had me lay with my ass near the edge of the bed.  Once I was good and hard, he sat on my cock, facing me.  Then, leaning forward, he had Josh lube his cock good then step up and shove it in his ass with mine.  As Josh went into Clay’s ass, Clay and I kissed passionately.

Josh began to work in and out, rubbing the underside of his cock against mine and it was turning me on. Clay was moaning in pleasure as we kissed.  It wasn’t long before I told Josh that I was close to shooting my load.  He said he was approaching the point of no return himself.

A minute later he cried out and said, “Oh shit, I’m cumming.”

“So am I,” I cried out, as both our cocks exploded.

As our loads filled Clay’s ass, he exclaimed at how much he loved feeling two cock shoot in his ass at the same time, and he wanted it again the following day.

Josh and I then took turns sucking Clay to a climax and sharing his huge thick load.

The next morning, we again double fucked Clay and he said it was just as awesome as the night before.  The rest of the weekend was mainly just taking turns sucking each other dry, and some single fucking.

Then, on Tuesday, Josh called and said he had some news for me and would be by to pick me up in ten minutes.  When he arrived I asked him what news was so important.

“Have you ever been to Miller Park, out on the west side of town?” Josh asked when he picked me up.

“No, why?” I asked.

“I was talking to a friend of mine that is into cock like us and he said that the restroom there has a glory hole and guys are their quite often to get sucked off.  He said most are married guys and horny as hell.  You don’t know who your sucking.  Let’s go check it out.”

“I’m game,” I said.  “Let’s go.”

We headed out and about forty-five minutes later we pulled into Miller Park.   There were families at the play ground but Josh pulled around the roadway toward the restrooms on the far side of the park.  We noticed several cars parked there and a couple of men sitting at two different tables nearby.

Josh said he wanted to go in first and see if anything was going on.  After several minutes he returned with a big smile on his face.

Walking up to me he said, “Hey, man, you gotta go in and go in the first stall.  The guy in the stall next to it has an awesome cock. We sucked on each other and he is awesome.”

I smiled and headed in to check things out. I was excited about the thought of sucking an anonymous cock and also about being sucked by a total stranger.

I entered and went into the stall, dropped my jeans to the floor and nervously sat down. I slowly leaned toward the hole and immediately saw the man leaning back stroking a huge thick hard cock.  I couldn’t see his face but he seemed to have a nice build.

I leaned back and began stroking my cock and saw his shadow on the floor lean forward and toward the hole.  A moment later, he placed his open mouth to the hole and I knew what he wanted.

Standing, I turned and slipped my hard cock through the hole and immediately he swallowed it and began sucking me.  It was obvious that he knew what he was doing.  After several moments, I pulled back and put my open mouth up to the hole.  

Almost instantly, I felt his cock coming through the hole and entering my mouth.  The head was large and it tasted delicious.  It was the first time I had sucked a grown man and I was loving it.  After a few moments, he pulled back and immediately slipped a note through the hole.

After unfolding the paper I began reading.

 ‘I love your cock.  I would love to suck it dry and taste your cream.  I’d love to feel you in my ass.  If you have some time, I have a place to go and will take you home afterward.  Have you ever been with an older man?’

I wrote back and said, ‘I’ve only been with two of my buds and they are close to my age but I love the idea of an older man maybe showing me something new.  I came with my friend but I could go with you for an hour or so.  I’d like to see what it’s like with an older more experienced man. Is that okay?’

He said it was perfect and for me to let him leave first then follow him out.  I did as instructed, and when I stepped out of the restroom there stood my dad, smiling.

I froze, not knowing what to do.  Josh was nowhere to be found.

Dad looked at me and said, “Mark, son, it’s cool.  Everything is okay and I think I owe you an explanation.”

“What the fuck is going on?” I spat out.

He began telling me that he had been into guys since his high school days and had regular sex with Sheriff Calvert, Ray, as he called him and with Ray Turner, Josh’s dad.  He said that they do it in private and totally enjoy it.

“But, son, I have a confession to make ad I hope you won’t get pissed with me,” he said as he began guiding me to the car.

“What is your confession?” I asked.

“It was all a set up when Josh caught you jerking off that first time.  I put him up to it to see if you might be interested in men.  When things really began to develop between you and Josh, he was the one that suggested that Clay join you two and mention that he even had sex with his dad. Mark, I’ve wanted sex with you for over a year, but I was afraid to suggest anything.”

“What all do you do?” I asked.

“You name it,” he said as we climbed into his car in the parking lot.

Once the door was closed and we were totally alone, he continued by saying, “I suck cock, eat ass, fuck ass, get fucked, drink piss and I love kissing.  Now that you know all that, do you hate me?”

“Hey, you’re my dad.  Regardless of what you do, I could never hate you, but I do have one question?”

“Ask anything you want,” he told me.

“Can we go home and get in our bed and finish what we started in the restroom?”

“You better believe we can,” he said with a big smile on his face.  
Seconds later, we were speeding home to get in dads bed and have sex.

Dad and I had talked and I found out a lot more about his sexual activities.

“Mark, I’ve been into both men an d women since my late teens.  I started while visiting my cousin one summer.  We were daring each other to do different things  and he dared me to suck him off.  I did but I got even.  I dared him to let me fuck him in the ass.  He agreed and we had sex all summer.”

“I continued with men because I totally enjoyed sex with another male.  Then, after moving here, I met Ray Calvert, but he wasn’t the sheriff then.  We met at an old park and sex became a regular thing between us.  Then one day we met Jake Turner and the three of us became extremely close.  We were all single dads that loved sex with another male.  We spent many times together when we could get sitters.”

“Then after Ray was elected sheriff, he had to be super discreet.  Because of that, we didn’t get together as often as we had been.  Josh and Clay were good friends but had no idea that their fathers were having sex together.  Then one Saturday, Ray went home unexpectedly, and caught the boys in bed together engaged in a sixty-nine.  That weekend both dads had talks with their sons and the five of us soon started playing.”

“I expressed my desire to have you enjoying our times together and Josh said he thought you might be interested by the way you checked out guys in the showers.  The day he walked in on you and joined in was all planned and the rest is history.”

Looking at dad, I smiled and said, “I’m glad things worked out the way they did.  Now I think it’s time for us to make up for some lost time.”

We had sex all weekend and having a hot sixty-nine with my own father was almost as good and feeling his cock shooting it’s load in my ass.  Our sexual activities brought dad and I closer than I thought possible.

He insisted that I start sharing his bed with him nightly and I was glad to oblige.  On Sunday evening, he called Sheriff Calvert and Jake Turner, and set things up for the three dads and sons to get together the following weekend for some sexual play and both men were in agreement.

All week, as soon as dad got in from work, we made love, sometimes in a sixty-nine  and sometimes lovingly fucking each other.  But I was really looking forward to having sex with the others and having my dad watch.

The weekend arrived, and Friday afternoon, dad and I headed out to meet the others at the sheriff’s lake house.  Josh and his dad were already there, and when we arrived, they greeted us totally naked.  After hello hugs and kisses, dad and I stripped  and being nude with three others was extremely hot.  I wanted to suck Ray’s big thick cock, but I didn’t want to appear greedy.

About half hour later Clay and his dad, Jake, arrived and quickly disrobed. After a short while of conversation, Ray, spoke up and said, “Jim, I want to get a taste of your boy’s equipment.”   Jake then spoke up and said, “I’m next.”  

A second later, the sheriff was hungrily sucking my hard throbbing cock as I sucked Jake, Clay’s dad.  I glanced over and dad was alternating between sucking Josh and Clay.

As Jake climaxed and fed me his load, I climaxed and fed the sheriff.  Moments later Josh and Clay fed my dad.  Josh, Ray, Clay, and Jake all wanted to watch me suck my dad dry and I was glad to do it for them.  As dad fed me his huge thick load, everyone welcomed me to the ‘club’ as they called themselves.

Before the weekend was over, everyone had been sucked and fucked by each of the others  I was especially turned on by fucking the county sheriff in his hot ass.  I told him my dream was to fuck him while he was on duty and in uniform.  He said I would get my chance.

A week later as I was returning home from visiting Clay and his dad, I suddenly noticed red and blue’s flashing behind me.  Immediately, I pulled to the side of the road.  Next thing I knew, Sheriff Calvert was standing nest to my car door.

“Mark, you do realize that you were speeding, don’t you?” he asked.

“I didn’t think I was, sir,” I replied.

“Well, you were. I think you better follow me.”

I did and a moment later he turned off onto a small hard to see side road and soon stopped. He got out of his patrol car and had me get out also.

“Drop those jeans, boy,” he said sternly.

I did as instructed, knowing I wasn’t in any trouble.  It was just his way.  Once my jeans were around my ankles, he dropped and began sucking my rising cock. Moments later he stood, removed his gun belt, and after laying it on the hood of his car, he dropped his pants, smiled and said, “Fuck the hell out of me, son, and don’t be gentle.”

I did as instructed with him telling me to be rougher.  Soon, my cock exploded and filled his ass with my load.  As we both pulled our pants up he smiled and said, “Your dad was right. You did give me the fucking of a lifetime.  I loved it, Mark.”  He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately.

Almost every weekend, Clay, Josh, and I, along with our dads got together for a six man orgy.  We all did each other and our dads loved watching us boys have a three way and we loved watching our dads suck fuck and get fucked.  I cracked everyone up one day after fucking the sheriff when I said, “You remember the song ‘I shot the sheriff?  Well, I can say I fucked the sheriff.” Everyone had a laugh.

It was a Sunday and after a late night of fun, Fran wanted to give me a blow job before I left and so I agreed to a quick one before I left.  I had to get back to campus today to make my class tomorrow morning early so I figured a quick blow job wouldn’t work. But things changed when Fran suddenly surprised me and instead bound and gagged me – this time,  hogtied. 

Fran had surprised me, by coming up from behind as I turned toward the bed to gather my things and wrapped duct tape around my wrists. As my wrists were being bound I said “wait! I gotta get going,…!”

“Whatever,” was all he said.

I then saw his hand hovering before me with a large sock: “Bastard! You won’t get away with this!” 

Before I could say or much of anything else, the sock was stuffed into my mouth and sealed with a length of duct tape. I was then pushed onto the bed and my feet with bound and pushed up to my wrists, with my feet and wrists then bound together.  And just to make sure, Fran then wrapped another length of duct tape around my mouth, overlapping what I already had.  

I struggled and Fran manhandled me: the sock was really good in keeping me quiet and Fran’s muscular build kept me in place. He then wrestled me down onto the bed and moving quickly  wrapped duct tape around my feet and pushed my feet to my hands – and within a few seconds, I was hogtied.

With a casual move, Fran rolled me over to face him, a smile on his face. I struggled and called out “no!” and to let me get to my train, but he wasn’t having any of it. 

Earlier Fran asked that I wear my jock strap – and with my cock hard rubbing against my jock strap as I tried to get untied made it even harder. The more I struggled, the more my cock rubbed and the tighter my jock strap got. I shook my head and tried calling out. I looked on as  Fran stood in front of me, naked and rubbing some lube on his hard cock, giving me a look that could melt an ice cube (Fran really liked me in my tight jock).  I was hard and excited: being bound and gagged for Fran was something really hot. I only did it for him – and he knew it. 

A moment of silence; I breathed heavily to catch my breath; he also breathed heavily because, well, he was hot and hard.

“I know you have to go back, but I think you could use a nice one – for the road.” He smiled as he stood over me, slowly rubbing his cock.

I laid there, on my back, my belly raised.  Reaching down to my jock strap, he slowly pulled it back, revealing my cock hard and standing straight up. Rubbing it, he whispered, “just like an oil well.  Figure soon you’re gonna have a nice, big gusher.” He then slowly pulled my jock strap elastic – by my ass, while keeping my cock locked in – so that my elastic which was formally on top of my ass was down by the base of my ass, leaving me with a delicious pressure.  My cock was straight up; any movement I gave or breath I made only made it more intense. The feeling and pleasure intense. Totally bound and gagged, my cock so hard with the rubbing making so much pre-cum that my jock strap was getting soaked.

I watched as he played with my cock tip, keeping it in my jock strap. I closed my eyes and moaned, begging him to pull it off and let me shoot. He soon stopped. Smiling he said, “I’ll make up a note for your teacher, telling him how you had to get an injection.” He then stood up, looking down at me, his look so intense. His cock now  was truly hard and straight up. Any minute he’ll be pounding me with his cock, penetrating me like a metal shaft, moving mercilessly like a piston on a hot, powerful machine. I watched helplessly as he prepared his cock for penetration,…

This was when a loud knock was heard on his apartment door.  Sighing and stopping for a second, he pulled up a pair of short and says “right back’.  I heard the door being opened, some talking followed by loud talking along with a sound of a struggle.  In minutes, I watched as Fran is dragged into the room before me into the bedroom, handcuffed with his shorts off, being forced in by two big guys. Pushing him onto the bed, one said “well, look what we have here: his boyfriend,” with an unfriendly smile. “They’ve been busy,” said the other one as he picked up a roll of duct tape, “take the cuffs off and use the tape: he won’t get out of it.” All the while I struggled to get untied and watched helplessly as Fran is pushed onto the bed next to me and is bound with duct tape. We look at each other, as the ball gag on Fran’s the dresser is stuffed into his mouth. 

It doesn’t look like I’ll be making the Economics class.

Fran is bound and gagged: hands duct taped behind his back and his feet taped together, while the ball gag ensures his silence.  Unlike me, however, he wasn’t hogtied.

For a few minutes, our captors watch us as we both struggled and squirm, and called out for help.  I  looked over at Fran, the fear and concern real in his face. I struggled and squirmed, trying to call out. Fran rolled about on the bed, arching his back and pulling on his duct taped hands, all the while trying to call out. Me, being hogtied I tried my best, but there was little I could do: I struggled more in solidarity with Fran than with any hope of actually getting freed.

It was no good. Our captors merely watched and let us go on as we struggled and called out. It was clear that we weren’t going anywhere or that anyone could hear. 

But it was also obvious they didn’t worry about us escaping or getting help.

And it was also obvious that one of them – the older one who was in charge – was enjoying our show.

But as I struggled I found it exciting: struggling with my lover as he struggled also; it was erotic, watching Fran’s muscles work and flex, his arms and chest pulling and pushing. I found myself hard, somewhat frustrated but also incredibly turned on. Bound together (but yet separate); I fantasized him moving about in me, his chest glistening with sweat and his arms and chest muscles tight as he worked me over, noticing him as he watched me, the same thought in his mind – and his cock now also rock hard.   It was intense as we were giving total strangers a show. Throughout it all my cock stayed hard, as I briefly locked eyes with the older one as a large bulge appeared in his pants. 

But it was hopeless and tiring.

Soon we stopped and looked at our captors both of us breathing hard trying to catch our breaths through what little air we could get being gagged as tight as we were.

Now the older of the two captor spoke: “Now that we’re all together, Big Joe says you owe him his money for the bar you want to buy but never did.”

Fran only looks back, and tries to say something, but it only comes out as a mouth stuffed with a ball gag. 

“Well, I don’t care what you have to say: it’s all bullshit anyhow, so I was told to take care of it.”

Fran shakes his head back and forth, as he struggles to pull on his bindings.  I lay still, trying not to draw any attention.  I remember how earlier, when Fran and I were wrestling before he bound me, my phone fell off the bed and onto the floor.  If I could somehow get to it, I may be ale to dial 911. But not yet. For now, I lay facing up, my hands and feet bound together, while my hard cock gradually dripped pre-cum.

The bigger and older of the two lights a cigarette, clearly enjoying our struggling and Fran trying to speak. He then turned to the younger one: “beat it.  I’ll take care of this.  See you at Joe’s.”

“But,…”

“Fuck off.”

Saying nothing, the younger one walks out  The older one waits a moment until we hear the door shut.  The remaining gangster casually walks out, where we then hear the front door lock being bolted and the chain being placed  on.  For those few moments, Fran and I desperately struggle again; the situation was dire.

In a moment, he comes back in, smiles wider and starts talking as we stopped struggling.

“You know, Fran, we go back some time.”

Fran looks on, saying nothing. We watch as the gangster starts to undress down, carefully laying his clothes down so as to not wrinkle them, stripped down to his underwear, revealing a hard on.

Talking at me, he says, “Fran and I used to hang out. We were,… friends.”

I say nothing as he moves toward me and looks down at me.  I watch as he drops his underwear, revealing his rock hard cock.  

Reaching down he grabs my balls: “but he’s moved on, I see.”

I watch helplessly as he runs his hands up and down my jock strap, looking at me: “You’re  nice.  A young one. I can see how Fran likes you.”

I look over at Fran as he suddenly starts to struggle and tries to call out.

“I like you also.”

Looking at Fran with a smile, he says: “I’ve always liked college boys; especially when they’re all tied up. Kinda of puts them in their place.”

I shake my head and try to say “no!”, but little sound comes out.

Fran is going crazy, puling on his bindings, arching his back, shaking his head and calling out desperately.

Helpless, I watch him as he pulls out my cock, strokes it for some time. After awhile, he puts my cock back into my jock strap, leaving with a hard on made even more intense with the constant rubbing.

“This is going to be fun: I get to fuck you in front of Fran.”

He then rolls me over on my belly, I lay there, afraid to move. 

“You know, I’m going to let you in on a secret: not many know I like to fuck hot young guys. So, let’s keep it that way, okay?”

I nodded yes.

“Good. But Fran does – and he’s going to watch.”

Fran watches us, a fury of fury in his eyes. I could see from the corner of my eye his working his wrists and feet, trying to get free, all the while grunting and trying to call out. 

Suddenly, a handkerchief wrapped around my neck: “hope you don’t mind, but this is going to be really,  really hot.” I then give a start as he tightens the handkerchief.

“Now I got you where I want you.”

Both Fran and I lay still.

 Moving in on top of me, slowly, I feel the gangster cock, poking around, looking for the hole, the place to go in. I struggle a little bit, but he leans in close to my ear, whispering ‘Shhh!” And then suddenly he finds it and rams it in, pushing hard and relentlessly, giving out a rhythmic ‘Ah!” every time he went in. I try to cry out, but it only comes out as a moan. He got me good.

Hogtied and gagged, with Fran helpless and unable to help, I’m being fucked and unless I can somehow get out of this, I could be choked.

What to do,…

As he continued fucking, I try to keep my mind on what was going on. I think I understood: Fran and he had a relationship, but for whatever reason it ended, and now he was jealous – jealous of Fran being able to live the way he wanted to, and not worry about being weak in front of anyone and having relationships the way he wanted to. A mob guy can’t do that.  So here was his chance to get a little something of his own – and to get a little revenge on his former lover.

I watched Fran struggle and call out, and saw the anger in his eyes. I was being raped literally in front of Fran – and there was nothing he could do.  He stopped struggling and calling out, as we simply looked into each other’s eyes.  I closed my eyes and pretended it was Fran; it was all I could do. I could see the pain in Fran’s eyes, watching helplessly as his former lover raped me.

I then did what I could do: I rooted my ass around, making his penetration more intense for the both of us. As I did this, every time I rotated, I heard him gasp and grunt. It was working: I was going to get him to cum before he know it. I could also tell it wouldn’t be long: he going faster and pushing with a greater intensity. It was only a few minutes to go. I listened to him as he spoke, first as a murmur and then louder: “Yes! Fuck! Yes! Yes! yes! Fuck! You! All! Day! Long! YES! YES` YE – AHHHHH!”  After a moment I heard him as he slid down the bed and onto the floor, listened to him breathing heavily and fast: “fuck; you always had good taste, Frannie!” he said quietly. 

The hankerchief fell from my neck and on the bed.

I rolled over and watched him, as he got up slowly and started to get dressed looking back at us as we both looked upon at him.  I feel the cum pooling from my ass and getting on the bed: he shot a large load. With a smile, he said “tell you what: I’ll cover for your end for now – but I want him  – “ pointing at me “- every so often.”

Fran said or did nothing, but simply looked at  him.

“You think about it.”  reaching over to me me pulled down my jock strap completely and grabbed my cock, stroking it: “Hey – nice cock.  I see that you didn’t mind it, either, eh?” All three of us watched as he stroked me getting me hard; soon I was dancing to his hands, tossing my head as I found myself getting hard and excited.  He merely looked and smiled, chuckling quietly : “Dance; go ahead, dance for me,…!”  

Turning to Fran, he says: 

“Go ahead; get over to him and give him a blow job: it’s the least you could do!”

Fran didn’t move; the man pulled out a gun with a silencer, saying quietly: “do it.”

Fran slowly moved to me as I laid on my side to accommodate him. I looked down my chest and to my cock, watched as Fran reached my cock and balls, and leaned in, sucking me off. I found myself quickly feeling the heat below my waist, as I tried to lean back, and give him more.

“That’s it,…” the man says quietly. “Go on; keep going.”

Soon, Fran is bobbing all around my cock as I found myself hard; my cock and balls in Fran’s mouth. 

I then heard a click* as I saw he  had reached into his jacket pocket and using his phone snapped a picture. 

I didn’t care; I was too into what Fran was doing. I had to admit: it would be a hot picture: two guys bound and gagged with duct taped: the older one giving the younger one a blow job. I also suspect it owl die for some type of blackmail, but knowing Fran, it wouldn’t work.

Speaking quietly he said, “you know, I could call a couple of guys over to work you both over: a group scene: have you watch as your college boy get it in the ass for several hours.”

At this Fran stopped and looked up, pure hatred in his eyes.

I froze.

“Let’s see; maybe you can get untied before they come over?”

Fran just looked over and said and did nothing.

“It’d be a hot home movie, don’t you think? Filming the two of you getting it really good by several guys, lining up to take their turn?”

I unconsciously started to struggled. Gang rape was not in my plans. 

He looked on at us, saying nothing. 

Reaching over to the dresser behind him, he looks around and pulls out a paid of scissors.  Holding it up, I wonder briefly if  he was going to do something with them,…!

Instead, he throws it on the bed between us. Turning to go, he said “figure you might wanna use those.” Then he turned around and stepped up and pinched my nipples. I arched my back and try to call out, but then he continued, going back to stroking my cock:

“Next time, I’ll go a little slower. Have you at my place; nice and tied up. Keep you that way for several hours.  Fuck you in the kitchen while bent over the table; in my living room with you on your stomach and your feet tied together; on the bed with your legs wide open, and me deep between your legs… fuck you, then rest awhile, and fuck you some more. Untie your feet and have you do some dancing for me with your legs wide again, and showing me that cock of yours bouncing all around while you’re nice and tied up.  Tie you to a chair while I’m getting ready to do some more.  Maybe make some phone calls while watching you trying to escape, see if anyone can hear you calling out for help.”

I found myself getting excited, despite what had happened. 

And he did also: “Hmmmm,…so maybe you’d like that.  Let’s see if I can get you to cum for me,…?

He continued again, mercilessly stroking me.  My cock rock hard.  I looked at Fran as he looked on at me. 

“Think I’ll call up some guys, have you carried outside by my guys and taken to my place for some time.  All you have to do is,…give me the signal.  I mean, if you cum you must want it – right?”

This was a test: if I came, he would take me. 

“C’mon: give it to me!”

I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction.

“I want you with me!”

Regardless, I felt the warmth coming on again, but I resisted – barely.  I didn’t look at Fran as looking at him would only make me weak and drop a load.  But this guy wouldn’t see it this way. And he knew something already: I liked the idea that he described: a prisoner of pleasure. 

He continued speaking as he stroked me: “You’d be nice as a hostage; keep you nice and busy until Fran gets the money.”

This was getting serious; it wouldn’t only be another minute before I would shoot out, leaving Fran with nothing to give him, but importantly signaling to this man that I would be his prisoner. Bound and gagged, I was being jerked off my somebody I didn’t liked, with my lover bound and gagged watching on helplessly as I cum and get taken hostage as a sex prisoner.

None can hear; no help is coming  and the duct tape is keeping us tightly bound.

Sex prisoner.

Damnit! Now I’m excited,… 

“That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re getting there. You know you want this.”

The pressure is building; I’m only moments away. 

Fran just lays there, watching us, knowing that if I cum then he’d be left behind – probably for my rapist’s friends to enjoy. 

I pull again on my bindings; I moan some more. No way to get free.

Must think,…the pressure is building. Now it’s down to mere moments!

“You’d be perfect: all tied and gagged, nude and hanging around my place, just there to let me fuck you and play with for a nice long time. Mmmm; bend you over, tie you to my bed, have you tied up in a chair and we can watch porn together. I can see you’re getting close to shoot,…

Must,.. not,… cum,…!

No,…! 

I suddenly then think instead of my class: Economics and the homework,… shit! The homework! I forgot to do my homework! Then, something happens,…

In moments I was getting soft.

The look of disappointment crosses his face. Fran closes his eyes and gives a sigh of relief. 

 He stops stroking. “Well,…I’ll let Fran know when we can get together. For his sake, you’d better think about it; your ass could someone a lot of  trouble.”  Saying with a smile as  he wipes his hands: ”don’t bother getting up, you two: I’ll lock up” and walks out chuckling, turning once to me, “I’ll see you soon.”

We listened as he walked out the door, leaving us in our bondage.  

We began our struggle. 

Fran reaches the scissors; I watch as he moves them around behind his back to find the edge to cut into the duct tape.  I guide him, my back to his back as we try to work together to get one of us untied. Our gags prevents us from saying much of anything to each other. I imagine our situation going on as all around us, the neighbors had no idea of the situation we faced: bond and gagged, helpless in Fran’s apartment and just after being fucked by a stranger, narrowly avoiding being  taken prisoner for his pleasure. The phone was still there, but it would be very hard to get done there to reach it, let alone having no way to let Fran know that it was there.

I lay still, letting Fran do the work, feeling his motions as he worked to cut the duct tape.

He manages, though, starts the slow agonizing process of cutting the tape. 

In what seemed forever, he finally manages to cut enough for him to pull them apart. Peeling them from his wrists, he take off the ball gag and then unties his feet.  He stands there for a moment and then rips the gag off my mouth, saying “Oh God; I‘m so sorry,…”

“Things happen,”  I reply;  “wasn’t you fault. I figured it was somebody you knew and he just wanted to take it out on me.” 

I wasn’t going to ask about the bar; this was their business and I didn’t want to get into it too deep.

“You got it.” He sighed. “You gonna be late getting back?”

“Yeah, can’t do much about that.”

“True.” And with that, he reaches over and stuffs the ball gag in my mouth. I look at him like he’s crazy. He calmly replies “ We still got some time to catch up,” he says as he shows his cock to me: “and he fucked you pretty good. But -“ He says as he lays down on the bed facing up next to me: “this time it’s gonna be my cum in you – and not his.” And with that he pulls  me facing up and drags me on top of him, moving me toward his cock as with one hand he holds it up, erect and hard, with the hand other forces me down on it. I give a surprised grunt as he  then reaches over and pinches my nipples, and then sitting up face to face to him as his hands wrap around my body, he looks in my eyes and thrusts me, jolting my body all about. I throw my head it back and look up into the ceiling: his cock was always the bigger one and it was gonna be awhile anyhow before he releases both me and his cock releases itself into me. 

But I was wrong: I found myself hard again only this time, with his cock getting me just right on my prostate – and the excitement of the past hour was still with us. Were both had tremendous pressure and the brush with danger only made it all the more incredibly intense! Myself glad that Fran was back in me where he belonged while Fran relieved that my ass and his cock fulfilled a true destiny. 

I willingly gave myself to Fran, bouncing in time with him, struggling with a show, making him even more excited as I looked at him with half-closed eyes and a constant moan matching his grunting as he pushed harder and harder into me, the sweat pouring from our bodies, exorcising the madness we had earlier: it was soon overlooked as we fucked.

I very soon felt a powerful force growing inside of me that in just mere minutes, I shot out a solid jet of cum, literally pooling on top of my jock strap, followed by several other jets and my trying to shout: my ‘oil well’ giving out a powerful gusher.  I shot out so much that it pushed though my jock strap, not quite shooting out, but pulsating in a powerful way the was visible.  Fran staring at my jock strap, watching my  cock pulsate and push out pools of cum while also watching me watching him, as if willing to try to reach him with my cum. I felt myself completely drained from the battering my  prostrate got from Fran’s tremendous cock, my jock strap totally soaked, watching as the cum poured through, the warmth covering my cock and soon racing my balls. My gag was barely able to hold the sound of my excitement – while Fran then responded quickly with a wild look in his eyes in a few seconds, only he didn’t have a gag and instead gave out loud shouts of sheer intense pleasure, calling my name out as his hips pushed into me and practically lifted me up higher each time. In moments, we both stopped, me on top of him and him exhausted. I rolled over off of him, puddles of cum on ourselves covering the bedsheets. In the half darkness I could see his cock and belly glistening with the freshly made cum – both from himself and from me. 

Exhausted we laid still, hearing the faint sounds of distant traffic, with only our breathing heard in the room.

We had picked up were we left off.  Yeah, I was going to be late. Oh well. 

This time, though, we learned out lesson: we weren’t going to answer the door anymore.

‘Twas the night before Christmas and the house was almost all dark. The only room with any hint of life was my living room with the lights on the tree sparkling against the walls and the presents wrapped in thin paper underneath the branches. It was my first Christmas in my new house and luckily my new boyfriend Shawn asked to spend the night. We spent the hours after dinner cuddled up on the couch, sipping hot chocolate, under the warmest blanket we could find. We watched reruns of Christmas movies as we showed each other scrapbooks from our childhoods during the commercial breaks. It was the Christmas Eve of my dreams as a young man wanting nothing else from Santa than to someday spend it with a man by my side.

For me, it was special. I had come out to my family and friends on Christmas day a few years before and now that I was living on my own, I got to spend it with Shawn who has spent the last five months making me smile. By the next morning, my family would all be over to rip open gifts, to share a holiday lunch and this house would be going wild. And by the next night, we would be spending dinner at Shawn’s parents’ house and sleeping on a pull-out couch in their basement. But there’s something special about Christmas Eve. Normally, by this hour of night there would be traffic still buzzing outside or the neighbors playing music just a bit too loud. But the city was silent and for one night a year this city grows calm.

After hours watching movies, it was soon time for bed. It was a long day for both of us cleaning the house, ensuring my sister couldn’t find a speck of dust and prepping our lunch so it was ready to put in the oven come morning. Shawn turned off the tree and I turned off the television before we stumbled up the stairs in pitch black.

Before he met me, Shawn didn’t like sleeping nude but his love for pajamas and boxer briefs sort of slowly faded away through the past few months. Every time I would spend the night at his apartment or he would spend the night at my house, he would come to bed with one less article of clothing than the last time we spent the night together.

There was a part of him which knew he would end up nude anyway. After all, the first night he slept over, I ended up making out with him and groping his pajama pants so much that he jizzed inside of them underneath the covers. With no backup pair, he decided he wasn’t going to be the only one sleeping dirty. So, he made me cum inside mine. Normally, I take mine off before bed anyway but there’s something inherently sexy about waking up in your own cum which your hot boyfriend just stroked out of you the night before.

Every night we spent together since, I stripped down to nothing and hopped into the covers, making Shawn hard as a rock. Call it a fun little game I like to play with him but something about seeing me this way right before bed, always makes his shaft stand at attention. It makes me happy to make him happy. And it doesn’t hurt that Shawn only likes to be the larger spoon. So, every time we slept side-by-side, Shawn would wrap his arm around me and hold my chest with his large hand. I would feel his hairy chest on my back, the soft breath from his nose on the back of my neck, and feel his cock through his pajama bottoms as it pressed up against my butt cheeks or in between my thighs.

Shawn would always feel my chest for a few moments as I felt his cock grow even stiffer behind me. Eventually, his hand would make its way down to hold my growing cock. Before I knew it, Shawn would turn me on my back, French kiss me, and his head would slowly make its way down under the blankets, kissing my neck and chest every inch along the way. I’d start to feel his tongue lick my sack and feel his lips then circle my mushroom head before swallowing my cock whole. He would slowly glide his lips up and down my shaft as I would watch shadows of the blanket rising and falling on the wall across the room from the glow of the lamp beside my bed.

It didn’t matter to Shawn how long it would take, he just liked the taste and seeing me nude was something he couldn’t resist. I’d hold down his head through the blanket as my cock shot warm streams of cum deep in his throat. He’d come up for air and French kiss me again so I could enjoy in the taste of my own cum too. But naturally, he knew that I would always return the favor as any good boyfriend would do.

So, every night we spent together, Shawn would come to bed with less clothing than the time before. He knew by the time we would fall asleep, we’d be nude anyway. What was the point of keeping shirts or pants on for a few minutes longer when we both knew our desires for each other would get the best of us and we’d warm each other skin-on-skin afterwards anyway?

But it was Christmas Eve night and this time, he held me close, gave me a kiss and we both just drifted off to sleep from having been so tired from the hard work earlier in the day. I still felt his hairy chest. I still loved to drift off with his soft breath on the back of my neck. And I loved going to bed with his hand around me and feeling like he was protecting me from the silence of the world with his warm arm tightly holding me close to him. With him in moments like this, I feel like he’s sending me a message. I’m all his and every bone in my body, even the one which stands up when I lay down, is for him to take whenever he wants. I feel powerless to his control and I feel like I’m his award for being such a great man.

I went to bed thinking of him and smiling through my dreams. By midway through my sleep, I was dreaming of him someday taking my ass for its first ever ride. Shawn and I couldn’t resist each other but we promised that we would only take the next step and do anal once the love had built up enough. So for now, it was blowjobs and hands, cumshots on faces, and blowjob alarm clocks to wake each other up in the mornings.

I started dreaming of him holding me just like he was holding me when we went to sleep, with his body so close to mine. In my dream, I felt his hand softly glide from my chest to my ass. I felt his fingers spread my ass cheeks and his middle finger circle the edges of my hole. I felt a tightening around my cock as it started to grow.

“Wait right here, love. Don’t move an inch.” I heard him say as I began to smile amidst my sleep. I heard the side drawer slide open and close and felt the bed shake slightly as he got back into bed. His right arm slid underneath my neck and he was pulling me in closer. His left hand began circling my hole once again but this time, I could feel the lube making it smoother. I started to moan but had no idea if those moans were just in my head or if I was actually sleep-talking to him. No matter the case, it felt wonderful.

He had often told me how much he wanted to play with my ass but he never did during our fun adventures. He wanted to wait until there was enough love and trust between us. But still, it didn’t stop me from dreaming of his hand playing with my hole. That’s half the reason we started giving each other blowjobs to wake each other up because we both dreamed of the other taking our ass way too often and morning wood was always a good problem to have.

But this time was different, in my dreams Shawn would circle my hole with his finger and sometimes I would wake up dripping precum or wake up with him taking care of my hard cock with his mouth. I was still asleep but I began to feel his finger make its way inside. I began to moan even louder as he slid it in and out of my ass slowly. My cock hurt more and more every time he sent his finger back inside my ass. But it was a good kind of pain around my cock, like it had been held in a tight jockstrap all night and just needed to escape.

The next time he sent his finger in, he instead sent two, and then three at the same time. My cock was about ready to explode and I was excited. I haven’t had a wet dream in years so maybe Christmas morning, I was going to wake up to a wet spot in front of me. If anything, it would send Shawn a message that I really do like him enough to dream about him and show him what happens if we don’t get each other off before going to bed.

I still felt the pressure around my cock tightening but as soon as I woke up, the pressure inside my ass went away. If I was alone, I would turn over and take care of it using the sock I kept under my pillow and then drift off back asleep again. But Shawn was with me tonight so I started to slowly make my way out of bed to maybe take care of myself in the bathroom. Let’s face it, when you wake up from a dream that good, you don’t even have to look down to know you have a boner to take care of.

But before I could get too far, Shawn pulled me back in so my back was rested on his chest again. “Good morning love.” he whispered, “Merry Christmas”.

“Morning sexy. Merry…” I replied as I felt him kiss the back of my neck and felt his hand glide between my ass cheeks before four of his fingers slowly made their way inside my hole. I started to exhale a giant breath as I forgot what I was saying. He started spreading his fingers and making them go deeper and deeper with every movement. “Ahh, fuuuck me!” I whispered from having never felt such an amazing thing in my ass.

“If you say so. I guess you want your Christmas present then?” Shawn replied.

“If you want to, I’m ready for it.” I whispered to him.

I felt him remove his fingers and stroke his cock once or twice to add some more lube. Before I could moan, I felt his warm cock gently glide between my ass cheeks and slowly penetrate my hole. His hands wrapped me and pulled me in closer as his cock went deeper and deeper.

He continued to get faster and faster as he took my ass for its maiden voyage. I was soon out of breath and shut my eyes. I didn’t need my sight in that moment, I wanted my sense of touch to control me. I needed to just feel him inside of me and feel his eight-and-a-half-inch cock make my body its personal fleshjack.

I felt every centimeter of his rock-hard bone slide against my ring and felt his mushroom head slide against my prostate, making me ooze precum and saliva. I was too busy feeling amazing down at my ass that I forgot to close my mouth.

Shawn grabbed my cock from behind in some sort of cage which I was too busy to notice. He suddenly stopped pounding my ass harder and harder, and he suddenly stopped panting his breath like he was since I woke up. He just kept pulling me onto his cock as deep as it could go, holding my entire body hostage for a second before I started feeling him shoot rivers of warm cum deep into my ass.

He spent the next two or three moments just holding me. “Love you, Troye” he softly said to me. His cock was still deep in my ass but now it was getting softer. He continued to kiss the back of my neck, sucking on one spot for so long I knew it was going to leave a mark.

Still a little out of breath, I whispered to him “babe, no hickeys today”

“You’re going to be wearing a tie anyway” he replied as he came up for air.

“Oh, really. Am I now?”

“I love a man in a tie for Christmas”

“I guess for waking me up like that, I can wear a tie today”

“Took you a while to wake up though. I was playing with your ass and fingering you for what seemed like hours.”

“Wait, that wasn’t a dream?”

“I also got you a bigger present…look down”

I looked down and realized my cock was inside of a chastity cage since I woke up. It was dripping in precum but my dick was locked up by Shawn somewhere in the middle of the night. And that’s why I felt pressure around my cock when it should have been getting harder and harder when he was fucking me. But I was too happy to look down.

“It’s my Christmas present to you. I know your exes were dicks and didn’t want your ass but I do. I want every inch of you. But I have one rule, that perfect cock of yours is all mine and mine is no one else’s but yours. So, I have the key to yours and you’ll get the key to mine after we get showers.”

“That’s the best present ever!” I said as I smiled and gave him a giant kiss. As I backed away from the kiss, I continued. “But can I get you to take mine off right now?”

“Why’s that?” he replied.

“Because I’ve never wanted to cum so much in my whole life.”

“Didn’t I tell you we were getting a shower?”

“Wait, you want me to fuck you in the shower!!” I said excited.

“After I show you my second present, yeah. You okay with that?”

“Sure. Second present?”

“Follow me.” he instructed as he pulled me out of bed and into the upstairs bathroom. “I also got us these…” he said as he handed me a box wrapped up in paper with a bow on top. I opened it, revealing it was two kits of Clone-A-Willy. “I want us to have each other’s cocks and that way if I’m on my own and want to feel you inside me, I can use this. And you can use mine.”

“But we couldn’t cum though on our own if we hold each other’s keys”

“You’ve never given yourself a hands-free, prostate cum, have you? Well, these will give you one… Plus, if you’re horny, these will help with it and make you go crazy. And when we see each other every week, all the more cum to eat or to explode in each other’s asses”

“Okay” I said with a smile knowing my ass was dripping his cum on the tile below us in my bathroom. He got down in front of me and used a key to open my lock. He began sucking on my cock as it grew faster than ever before. We cloned my cock first and then his, having fun every step of the way before letting the dildos dry on a shelf in a bathroom cabinet.

I was still rock hard as he started the shower and bent over to check the temperature. I got behind him in his bent over position and started feeling his ass with my cockhead.

“You really want it now, don’t you?” he asked politely, “good thing I have lube in your shower.” He then pulled me into the shower as we both started getting soaked in the warm water. He began kissing me again as I felt the water pour over our heads and down our bodies. I felt his hands encase me and run down my back and across my butt cheeks, spanking me. He grabbed the lube off a shelf behind me in the shower and began stroking my cock with slick silicone.

Shawn turned around and bent over. His ass was all mine for the taking. I slowly slid my seven and a quarter inch cock deep into his hole with him moaning through the sound of the water the whole time. He was tight and it was warm inside his ass but it felt incredible. My hands rubbed his back with the warm water as I started fucking him in full-on breeding mode.

I wasn’t far from sending my load deep into his body. I pushed him up forward so his body was almost flat against the shower wall. He was helpless to my every move with nowhere to move. I reached my hand around him as I continued to pound his ass and began stroking his solid cock. I knew I was getting ever-closer to exploding and from having so much experience jerking him off before, I knew just how to send him to the breaking point at the same time. I started shooting load after load with every thrust into his tight hole and mid-way through my explosion, his cock splattered cum against the shower wall in front of us.

My cock was still deep inside of him and the water was still pouring down from above us. I leaned in so my chest was against his back and sandwiching him between my body and the wall. “Well don’t let it go to waste. Eat your breakfast.”

“What do you mean?”

“You shot your load all over the wall. My family’s coming over soon so I need you clean that mess up. Plus, I know you’re dying to eat it now.”

“Little ole me…I don’t like cum. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Shawn replied.

“Oh really, so that’s not my boyfriend who licks the cum off my chest every time he jerks me off. And that’s not you who French kisses me every time I give you a blowjob just so you can drink some of your own cum before I swallow…Just be a good little boyfriend and clean it up.”

He knelt down on the shower floor and began licking his cum off the wall. Once the last drop was licked clean, I put my cock right behind his head. “You still hungry babe?”

He turned his head around to see my erect cock there for him to eat. He quickly pounced on it, swallowing it like a shark eating its prey, wrapping and stroking my cock with his lips and playing with my giant balls with his hands. I slowly pushed his head back so it was against the wall he had just licked clean. I began fucking his brains out and making him gag through the sound of the water splashing off of us.

Shawn took his hand and started fingering my ass with a few fingers at a time. Soon, I was shooting a second load deep into Shawn’s throat and making him choke on so much cum being in his twink mouth.

I let him have some air and we got a shower like normal. He washed my body, I washed his. We washed each other’s cocks especially well because the next time they would be free would be a week from then, when we saw each other in person again. After all, we couldn’t do much or sleep nude at his parents’ house later that night so the next time we would see each other nude would be a week from then.

By the time we got done our shower and all dried off, both of our cocks were all the way down. Shawn got down on his knees in front of me again and put my new chastity cage around my balls and locked it on my dick. He stood up and handed me his cage before I knelt down and did the same for him. I stood up and kissed him. “That was the best Christmas present ever. Merry Christmas my love”.

“Merry Christmas sexy thing” he replied. We got dressed, I put the key on my key ring with my car and house keys so it was always with me. We had dinner with the family, opened dozens of presents everyone brought with them, and soon enough my living room looked just as dirty as it was before Shawn and I spent the whole day on Christmas eve cleaning it. After many hours, we packed some of Shawn’s things from my house, along with his silicone copy of my cock for him to use at his apartment whenever he wanted.

We loaded up the car with the desert we promised to bring to his parents’ house and hopped in. After dinner with his family and hours spent partying the night away, soon the house had gone quiet. Shawn and I went down to the basement, pulled out the bed from the couch in the center of the room and put our pillows on top. For the first time in a while, we went to bed with pajamas on. And good thing because if his parents came down in the middle of the night and saw both of us with chastity cages on our cocks, that would be embarrassing.

Shawn gave me a kiss and wrapped his arm around me like he always likes to do. He started gently breathing against the back of my neck and making my hair feel the warm breeze like I love for him to do. I reached my hand behind me and started groping him from the outside of his soft and thin pajama pants. He started breathing heavier. “Please babe…” he called out in a whisper and a cry for me to stop.

“You’re regretting this chastity thing already, aren’t you?” I asked him.

“Yeah but I can wait until this weekend when you stay the night at my place.”

“Who said I’m unlocking you this weekend? Maybe I’ll leave you locked up for a couple weeks.”

“Well, I would unlock you as soon as you come over my place…” he whispered trying to convince me to bring my key with me.

“If you unlock me and maybe I get to use your ass again, but this time I want to use that dildo we made earlier so you’ll have two of my cocks in your ass at the same time.”

“I like that idea…”

“Then maybe if you beg loud enough, I’ll let your cock out for a couple strokes.”

“You like this present way too much already.” Shawn whispered.

“Well, now I can’t watch too much porn anymore because I’ll want to jerk off so torturing your cock with subtle groping and sending you pictures of my ass or my cock in its cage, dripping precum is a fair trade.”

Sometimes while browsing the Internet, I find a photo that inspires a character. I start to imagine a story around that character and sometimes I remember it long enough to write it down. That’s the case with this story. The characters are:

Christopher Taylor, age 22, graduating college with a double major in history and political science, best friend is Randall, who’s been his roommate for all four years

Randall, age 22, graduating college with an art history degree, minor in fashion, hopes to be a fashion photographer, best friends with Christopher

Evan, age 27, has both a business and a fashion degree, works as the head assistant to the head of the clothing department of a national retailer.

(I’ve included links to the photos I found that inspired these characters at the end of the story)

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My friend Randall stared at me; he kept waiting for me to say something. “Please tell me that you’re interested. This is my big shot.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. I had plans for the beginning of summer. I was starting law school in the fall. The money would certainly help. I just kept remembering my mother telling the story over and over again; my sister joining in.

As a very small child, I had done some print ads for a clothing line. To this day, and I’m twenty-two now, she has mentioned how cute I was, how everyone wanted me to model, etc., etc., etc. My sister had been a little more honest, at least with me. She told me that I was well-behaved and followed directions. I wasn’t any cuter than the next kid; I just got the job done. I looked back at my roommate for the past four years. I knew his goals to be a fashion photographer, and I knew this would help him.

“I’m going to have to rearrange some of my plans for the summer, but I’ll do it. I know how important it is to you, and I wouldn’t be a very good friend if I said ‘no,’ would I now?”

Randall jumped up. “I love you, Christopher. You’re the best.”

“I love you, too, Randall.” Not only was Randall my best friend, but he had been my roommate all four years at college. We had shared our ups and downs. He told me he was gay during the first week of our first year. He told me a week later why he was never going back home again. A kid in his high school came out to his friends, and they had been beaten him. Randall’s father had commented that they should have killed him.

I remember hugging him and telling him that I was gay, too. I had not meant to do that. I wanted to know him better to know that I could trust him. That event sealed our friendship. A week before leaving for school, my parents told me that they knew, and they loved me. When I let them know about Randall, they invited him into the family. And that’s why I became part of his senior project.

Randall needed a model for his swimwear project, and I was it. We purchased several styles and colors, and in the freezing winter, he photographed me. The project was on display in the administration building, and it seems the advertising executive of some clothing line saw it. She offered a chance to shoot part of next year’s spring line-up to Randall and his model.

So we’re going to New York the day after my last final. There was only one stipulation. I’m not shaving my chest.

*****

The last time I did a photoshoot, I was a little kid. I didn’t remember any of the coordinated chaos that went on behind the scenes. It seemed that I was in the make-up chair forever; Someone decided I needed a slightly different hair-cut. Someone decided that my legs were just a shade too light. Someone decided that the hair on my inner thighs needed to be trimmed, no thinned, no trimmed and thinned, no thinned first and then decide whether to be trimmed. Two of the hairs around my left nipple needed to be cut back just a bit.

Then I was dressed. The shirt was just a little too loose here–clothespins to adjust the fit for the forward-facing pictures. Man, I was earning this money. I did what they asked without complaint. There were two other models there, and they bitched and moaned the entire time. I just kept thinking, you’re getting an awful lot of money for this; just shut-up.

During the entire process, a man in his early thirties was filming everything. He had a scraggly beard and dirty hair. He gave me the creeps. It seemed as though he were following me around. I kept trying to convince myself that it was all in my imagination. Another man stood farther back, and he kept writing in a notebook. He, on the other hand, was incredibly handsome. I could tell he was a little shorter than I, and he was dressed nicely. When I would catch him looking at me, I’d smile. He smiled back each time. He seemed like the kind of man I’d like to go on a date with.

The shoot went on for the entire day, and toward the end, Randall told me that we would be shooting outside the next day. There was an abandoned factory next to the water, and arrangements had been made for us to meet there the next morning.

There was even more chaos the next morning. Randall and I got there about four-thirty, and I got prepped. We began shooting as the sun came up. Creepy Guy was there, but so was the hunk with the notebook. I decided to talk to Notebook Guy as soon as I got the chance. The others arrived an hour or two later.

Today, the other photographer was a woman. The two models were the same, and they were being bigger assholes than they had been the day before. They wouldn’t get into position easily. They bitched about not being safe. I’d have been on their side had they been in unsafe conditions, but they were complaining just to complain. The advertising client got involved, and I took the opportunity to meet Evan.

Talk about a dream guy. His voice was rich and smooth, and when he smiled, his moustache and dimples did this cute, sexy grin that was part of a little boy and part hot hunk. He was there to document Randall’s activities. He’d spent the last five years working in various positions in the administrative side of things for the fashion house. He started with an internship during the summer of his junior year, and at twenty-seven, he was still happy with the work he was doing. In the middle of our talk, the client called me over.

I was asked to replace the older looking model, and I complied. I was redressed and set to work. The other model, named Stan, stopped complaining with his colleague gone. We did as directed by the photographer, and in the end, I was worn out, standing this way and that, looking happy, sad, serious, confused, contemplative, and so forth. Before heading to wardrobe, I quickly moved to meet up with Evan, but as I approached him, I was intercepted by Creepy Guy.

“Hey, Chris. I’ve been watching you, and of course, filming you for the agency.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” I looked over hoping to catch Evan’s eye before he left, but Evan was already listening intently. He stood just to the left of Creepy Guy and about six feet back.

“Mine name’s Adam. As in GayAdam.com. I think you’d be perfect for the website. Right now we do short videos of guys fucking, but we’re hoping to branch out into full-length features. I know our members would love you, and the money is really good.”

I saw Evan’s brow knit together as his head shook back and forth. I thought of a hundred different things that I could tell him. “My life plans,” I told him, “do not include being a gay porn star, so I’m going to have to decline your offer.”

“OK, well then, let me tell you what I’m going to do.”

“No. I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to leave me alone. We’re still on the job site. I’m still working. If you continue, it’s sexual harassment, so I suggest you leave me alone.”

The fake smile on his face dropped. He moved away.

I turned to Evan. “Would it be harassment if I asked you out on a date?”

“I’d consider it harassment if you didn’t.”

I laughed. “Is tonight too soon?”

“Tonight would be perfect.”

I watched him smile, and I wondered if it was too late to get into NYU for the fall.

—–

Even though I had asked him out, Evan took me to his favorite restaurant and ordered escargot, scallops, and Carribean lobster. I had never eaten any of those, and I found out how much I liked them. After dinner, we strolled down the street back toward my hotel room. We talked about our childhoods and plans for the future. He wanted to remain in New York City until his mid-forties and then move back to the Midwest, Ohio, specifically. He liked growing up on the shores of Lake Erie.

I had grown up in Houston, and I didn’t want to go back. I hoped law school would give me a direction to head. Sometimes I wanted to be a trial lawyer; at other times, I thought about contract law. I just wasn’t sure. At that moment, I just enjoyed talking to him. I thought about asking him up to my room when we got to the apartment, but I wasn’t sure I could resist him, and I wasn’t ready to be intimate with him. I wanted to wait until I had a real boyfriend before going that far with someone. I told him, and he said he understood.

He asked if he could see me the next night, and I told him yes. He kissed me goodnight in front of the whole world. What a wonderful feeling! We exchanged phone numbers. I went to my room, showered, got into bed, and spent the next hour wondering what it would have been like to have him next to me.

I woke up the next morning and found a text message from Evan wishing me a ‘good morning’ and telling me how much he enjoyed my company. I texted back that I had truly enjoyed the evening more than any other date I had ever been on. I wished him a good day and told him that I couldn’t wait to see him that evening. Randall had to work that day, so I had no one with whom to share the feelings I was having. I needed a way to focus. I went down to the lobby and bought a book called “The Toymaker.” It scared the shit out of me, but I couldn’t put it down. I was surprised when Evan called to say he was on his way.

I got ready and met him in the lobby. He took me for another wonderful dinner. After, we went to a comedy shop and listened to some stand-up. Whoa, was it dirty! I had not expected that. Evan could tell that I was embarrassed. I tried to say it was just because I didn’t grow up hearing stuff like that. The way he seemed to care what I said and thought made me like him even more. On the way back, I had decided I would ask him up. Even if I never saw him after tonight, I would have spent the time with someone I cared about who seemed to care about me.

But when we got to the hotel, I couldn’t do it. As I said goodbye to him, I began to cry. I was leaving the next day, and I knew that I would never see him again. He hugged me for an extra-long time, then he said he needed to go. Just as he turned, I saw that he was misty-eyed. I watched him walk away until he was so small, I couldn’t see him in the dark.

I went to my room, texted him ‘Thank you.’ and cried myself to sleep.

I was miserable on the trip back to Houston, and I told Randall why. He was excited; he had been offered a job, and he said he was certain that I was part of the reason. I was excited for him, but my heart was aching.

Once I was back in Houston, I received a text from Evan every day. He told me what he was doing, that he missed me, and that he hoped to see me soon. He got my address and sent me a New York City subway map. I sent him a Houston city map. I wondered how he could write to me with such feelings in his letters and texts when we had only known one another for a few days. But when I was honest with myself, I missed him more than I thought possible. I thought about him all the time. I wondered whether I had made a mistake and should have invited him to spend the night with me.

At night I held a pillow and pretended it was Evan; I snuggled up to it. I ran my hand over it and wondered what it would be like to touch his skin, to squeeze his butt cheeks, to cup his sack in my hand, to hold his manhood and give him pleasure. I played with the hair on my chest and wondered whether he would want to play with it. He had seen me shirtless during the shoot, so he knew how hairy I was. Did he find that attractive? Should I shave for him? What the hell was I doing? He was four hours away–more if the lines at airport security were long. I cried myself to sleep again.

I wanted to get away. I told my parents that I wanted to spend a couple of days at the beach. (I texted Evan as well). I searched for the tent I had used to camp in the backyard. I found it and cleaned the years of dust away. I also had to clean the old cooler. The next morning, I filled the cooler and was ready to put it in the car and take off. My mother told me she was making some special snacks to take with me, but she would tell me what they were, a surprise, she said. I was ordered out of the kitchen. I had the idea that she was taking way too long, but I chalked it up to being anxious to leave.

I heard a car pull into the driveway behind mine. It was my sister. Why was she here, and why did she park behind me? She knew I was taking off this morning. Then I saw Evan get out of the car. I ran outside. My eyes filled with tears. I grabbed him so hard that we almost fell over. I couldn’t stop kissing him.

My sister spoke up. “And here’s the reason Chris has been so miserable since getting back from New York.”

Releasing Evan from my grip, I took a good look at him. His eyes were teary as well.

“I thought I might go camping on the beach,” he said.

“Anywhere you want to go,” I told him. I turned to my sister. “Thank you for bringing him.”

“It was all him,” she told me. “He contacted mom and set it up.”

“I couldn’t stand being away from you. I had to come. Now, I want to change out of these travel clothes and into some shorts and a T.”

“Let’s get your stuff.”

We put his bag in the car; he retrieved some clothes, and we went into the house. I introduced him to my mother and then took him into the bedroom to change. As he stood before me in just underwear, I admitted to him that I regretted not spending that last night with him.

“No regrets, Chris. Regardless of what happens today, tomorrow is a new day for us, and it will be from now on. I’ve been honest with you. You were honest with me. That’s what counts.”

“But I wanted you so much. I still do.”

“You were ready, though, right? Love in its infancy is so fragile. Even a small thing can damage or kill it. That’s why we’re so careful to nurture it.”

“But won’t it still be fragile a year from now, or five years from now?”

“Yes, but we’ll have a history to help us weather the stupidity of the things we’re bound to do.”

“You say that like it’s a foregone conclusion that we’ll do something stupid.”

“Chris, we’re people. People inevitably say or do say something stupid or hurtful. It’s usually not intentional. But I promise to do my best to be understanding.” He reached out for me, and as I came closer, he ran his hand inside my T-shirt and through the hair on my chest. “You are so sexy.”

I took a deep breath. I debated pushing him back on the bed, but I wanted to be with him away from everyone else. “Get dressed so we can get going. I’m trying to save myself for tonight.”

He laughed and slipped into his shorts and T. He brought fancy-looking sandals that he put on his feet.

“The beach will ruin those.”

“I’ve got beach shoes in the car.”

“City boy,” I laughed. He pulled me tight to him and slipped his hands into my underwear and squeezed my ass cheek.

My mother walked into the bedroom. “You’re packed up now.”

“Mother!”

Evan pulled his hand back quickly. I saw him turn red. I felt my cheeks get hot.

“You boys don’t think I know what goes on? Really now. I’m old, but I’m not dead.”

I walked past her and went to the front door where the cooler was now waiting to be loaded. “Good-bye, mom. I love you.”

Evan grabbed the cooler.

“Good-bye, you two. And be safe.” She said it with a smirk.

I held the door open for Evan, and we got the cooler in the car and headed to the beach.

—–

We arrived at the beach at about one-thirty. I found my favorite section; it’s secluded but it has a restroom with a shower not too far away. Plus, there’s vehicle access to the beach, so I was able to park the car on the sand. We set the tent up next to the car. It’s a part of the beach where the sand is packed down, both closer and farther from that spot, the sand is looser.

We ate a sandwich, shared a bottle of water, and covered ourselves with sunscreen. We walked down the beach holding hands with our feet being splashed by the occasional wave. I hadn’t felt this stress-free in a long while. There was a lot of small talk between us until Evan talked about arriving at my house.

“I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew I’d be surprising you, and I didn’t know whether you liked surprises. But when you ran out of the house and hugged me like that, I felt loved.” He stopped walking. “I felt loved as I have never felt loved before.”

I squeezed his hand. “That’s because I love you.” We stood there looking at one another.

“Is it strong enough to overcome the obstacles in front of us,” Evan asked.

“Such as it’s sixteen hundred miles from here to there?” I held his hand up over my heart. “We’ve got to figure it out. I don’t think I can live without you.”

He leaned forward and kissed me. “I can probably fly here once a month to spend the weekend with you.”

“I can try to transfer to NYU for next year. I called and talked to them about this fall, and it’s too late.”

“You’ve already looked into that?” He kissed me again.

“Yeah, I did. I can room with Randall. He’s moving there. They offered him a job.” I tried to keep a straight face.

“You’d move in with Randall? You wouldn’t move in with me?”

“It’s not as if you’ve asked me.” A smile broke through my lips.

“Why you little fucker!” He pushed me down on the sand and began to tickle me. He moved on top of me to pin me down.

I rolled, and he found himself under me. He stopped squirming; I looked deeply into his eyes. We were still, just looking at each other, and my cock began to swell. Evan felt it and reach down to massage it through my clothing. I felt connected to him. With our gazes locked together, I could feel him getting hard as well. I reached down and into his underwear. I could feel the warm, sweaty hardness. My hand continued down, and soon the hot loose sac holding his balls was in my palm. Although we continued to look into one another’s eyes, I saw a change come over Evan’s face, and he stopped rubbing my dick.

My fingers gently held his scrotum; my palm and wrist moved against his shaft. I could sense a change in his breathing. His erection got harder. Almost in the same instant, his eyes seemed to lose focus and roll up; his lids closed, and he released a stream of ejaculate up and out of his pants. He moaned as he breathed out. I left my hand and arm against his manhood as he slowly became flaccid.

“I love you, Christopher Taylor.”

I got up on all fours and leaned forward to kiss him. He reached up and pulled my shorts and underwear down, exposing my cock and balls to the ocean air. Then he used one hand to pull my face closer. I can’t explain what he did with his tongue. It ignited senses that I didn’t know I had. With his other hand, he slid under my shirt and ran his fingers through my chest hair. My dick got harder. It seemed to throb in rhythm to the movement of his tongue. The sphincter of my ass began to contract and release in the same rhythmic pulse. I felt my abs contract, and I came. My cock, pointing forward and down toward my lover, with no physical contact on it, spewed forth three times.

Evan’s shirt was covered in my love juices. He had just given me the most intense orgasm, yet he had not jerked my cock. The experience was surreal, and when he released my mouth from his, I could do nothing but stare at him and pant.

—–

It was cooler in the evening than I had expected. There had been a brief rain shower, and the wind was still gusting. We had cleaned up under the shower and did our best to keep the sand out of our tent. We had been very quiet since that afternoon, but we had kept touching and kissing one another. Turkey and cheese sandwiches satisfied our dinner needs, and a surprise of cherry fried pies took care of dessert.

We sat in the tent on an open sleeping bag with our legs and feet touching. We were shirtless, and our bare arms would bump together from time to time. It was another perfect moment. I wanted to hold on to it. Even though I was sure there would additional moments in the future, each one was precious. This was my third of the day. Does anyone deserve that many? I thought about seeing Evan get out of the car, looking into his eyes and kissing him on the beach, and now. I looked over at him, leaned forward, and kissed him.

He kissed me back, and we fell back on the warm, fuzzy lining of the sleeping bag. I made little circles on his chest with my finger. “I want our love to be as endless as these circles I’m making.”

“I’ve never wanted a tattoo,” Evan told me, “but if I ever got one, I think it would be a tiny circle made up of your name right where you’re touching me now.”

I kissed the spot that I had been touching.

“Take your underwear off for me.” His voice was soft, not demanding, and I complied without a second thought. He slid his off and reached over into the little bag next to his head. He handed me a condom and some lube. “I want to feel you inside me. This might sound strange; I’ve been fucked twice before, but I’ve never been loved before.

“I’m completely yours, Chris. I belong to you. I knew it earlier today when you ran out of your house. Everything that has happened since has reaffirmed it to me.” He reached up and touched my already hard penis. “Before you, every man I felt attracted to was a dick with a guy attached to it. You’re a man with a wonderful personality. A man with a beautiful face. A man with a great, sexy chest. A man with a cute ass. A man with strong muscular legs. A man with a beautiful penis. Make love to me, Chris.”

I leaned forward and kissed him again. With a little lube on my fingers, I massaged his manhole and opened him. His rumbling moans and tiny gasps excited me. He helped me get the condom on, and we applied more lube to it. With his knees pulled apart, his hole looked like a trembling slit that begged for me to satisfy it. I placed the head of my cock against it and leaned forward to kiss Evan again. The motion pushed me into him, and he sucked air in. His eyes begged me to continue, and as my shaft continued to enter him, I saw tears form in his eyes. Not once did he grimace in pain, but I could tell by the way he exhaled that he was in discomfort adjusting to my entry. Then he began to move his hips. My shaft moved in and out without my doing. I felt the rhythm and matched it; soon I was penetrating him as far as I physically could and then sliding until only my crown remained inside him. The motion was slow and deliberate. Our mouths locked together, and just as they had that afternoon, our tongues performed the dance of eternal love.

With our bodies physically joined, we realized a joy from the love that neither of us had previously witnessed. His muscles grabbed my penis tightly and held it in place to rub across his prostate. He reached around and began to pull on my ass as if to pull more of me inside. Evan’s rod began to bounce up and down, and I felt my ball sack tighten up. As I tried to shove myself even deeper into Evan, I began to fill the condom. Evan responded to the change in rhythm by coming over his abs. I started to move to slide beside him when he moved his hands to the side of my waist and held me in place.

“Don’t move yet. I still feel you inside. I want to hold onto that sensation.”

I remained motionless. I could feel my cock lose its hardness and slowly slide out of him. Even that sensation was incredible. When I finally laid beside Evan, I realized the condom was still on my flaccid penis. I pulled it off and put a knot in it as I had been taught. Evan laughed and snuggled me. We were naked on the sleeping bag listening to the wind. A gentle rain started and lulled us to sleep.

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I woke up to a loud sound I could not determine. I was wide awake immediately. The first thing I saw was the other side of the bed. It was empty, but someone had definitely slept there. Then I remembered. Steve.

“Steve?”

“Yeah? Sorry to wake you up, man. I just needed to take a leak.”

The fire had died down quite a lot. I felt it was like 2 or 3 in the morning and I could barely see anything.

“Where are you?”

“Not sure.”

I giggled softly. “I’ll find you.”

I had a flashlight in my bedstand, which I grabbed and I got up.

“Oh I’m here”, he had clearly spotted the beam of light.

I saw this gorgeous naked man with his leg wrapped up, sitting on the kitchen floor.

“Hey”, he said as he shielded his face from the light with his arm. “I had to guess where your bathroom was. Am I close?”

“Not really”, I said as I squatted down to let him put his arm around me. “You should have woken me up, even if you had found it, it’s not good for you to try and walk.”

“Well, I mainly hopped, until I fell down. Then I just crawled around”, he said as I helped him up. “But yeah, I’ll let you support me next time.”

I slowly walked him over to the bathroom as I had one arm around him and used one arm for the flashlight. I could feel myself getting aroused in my boxers, but I hoped he would not notice as it remained in the dark.

Once we arrived at the bathroom, I asked “Are you going to be OK alone in there?”

“I would think so”, he said. “I just need some light.”

I gave him the flashlight and waited on the other side of the door.

I happened to be standing next to a window and I opened the curtain, not sure I would be able to see. In the darkness outside I could tell it was still snowing, but maybe not as heavily as before. The snow had piled up to halfway up the window. I guessed it to be almost 6 feet.

I heard the toilet flush. I hesitated to open the door as I did not want to intrude. But then I heard “Fuck!”

I opened the door and saw Steve laying face down. The flashlight was on the floor and shone right on his bare bubble butt.

“I can’t get up”, he said, laughing.

I felt like I was frozen, or stuck to the ground. I just stared at his massive, round ass, which clenched as he tried to push himself off the ground. It was a beautiful sight. What brought me back was the straining of the fabric of my boxers against the head of my penis.

I cleared my throat.

“Can you sit?”

I wasn’t going to pick him up like this, he would totally notice my boner, which could very well explode the second it grazes his ass. Steve managed to roll over and then sat up. Just like in the kitchen, I squatted down so he could put his arm around me. I now also picked up the flashlight. And in good time I had put him back in bed.

“Thanks man”, he said. I walked around the bed to sleep on the other side and soon we both drifted back off.

I had a sex dream about Steve. We were having slow morning sex. I was slowly fucking him while he laid on his back and I was on top of him. My head was resting on his chest as I ruffled through his chest hair with my hand. I was woken up by a snore and found myself almost in the position I was in during the dream. My head was on Steve’s chest, which rose and fell with every breath. My hand was on his chest as well, my forearm laid across his stomach, and I was pretty certain I felt his morning erection against my elbow. I was however not on top of him, I must have been humping him from the side. I wasn’t sure what to do as I had promised myself not to make a pass at him. I had decided differently in my sleep, clearly. I slowly moved away from him so I wouldn’t wake him. I took a deep breath and got up.

With a slowly subsiding tent in my boxers I decided to make some omelets. I snuck a peek through the curtains. Snowflakes were still coming down, but the blizzard seemed to be over for now. I saw blue sky above the snow that covered three quarters of the view of the window. That was a good sign. Electricity wasn’t back yet, so could not charge my phone to check if there was signal. I restarted the fire also, as it had become cold in the house. Which is probably why I had cuddled up to Steve. I was just slipping on a sweater when I heard Steve.

“Oh hey”, a sleepy voice said. “Good morning”.

“Good morning Steve”, I said.

“Do I smell breakfast?”

“Yeah, would you like an omelet?”

“That sounds great, actually. And also…” He seemed hesitant. “Do you maybe, like, have a robe… or something?”

“Oh sure!”

As I took the bathrobe that hung on a hook in my bathroom to him, he smiled.

“Thanks, man! How’s outside?”

He took the robe from me and I opened up all of the curtains so he could see.

“Wow, blue skies!” he said, as he sat on the side of the bed and put his arms in the sleeves of the robe.

“Could you help me to the bathroom again?” he asked, as I was walking back to the stove to keep the omelets from burning.

“Yep, just a sec!”

I took the pan off the stove and walked back to the bed. Steve was tying up the robe as he was standing on one leg.

“Hey, you managed to stand up”, I said.

“And I managed to get this baby on! It seriously cooled off in here this morning. And I think I’ve shown you every inch of myself in every angle, so it was about time”, he said with a smile.

I smiled back, but really I preferred him without the robe.

The trip to the bathroom went more smoothly than before and I was able to sit him down at the table for breakfast. I was finally able to tell him about the crash and how I got him here. He seemed quite impressed with me.

“You saved my life man!”, he said as he grabbed my arm.

I blushed.

Halfway through breakfast, I said I could do with a shower.

“Yeah, me too! Do you reckon I’ll be OK with the bandages?”, Steve asked me like I was a medical professional. I reached across the table and slowly peeled off the plasters on his head.

“Yeah, these are healing fine. And when it comes to the leg, we can get it off you and give you a new one. Just make sure to move it as little as possible. Would you be OK alone in the shower though?”

Steve paused as he looked down at his leg.

“I don’t know, maybe we shouldn’t risk it.”

“I can draw you a bath instead”, I suggested.

“That sounds great. You’ll do my back, right?”

Steve seemed a bit flirty this morning.

He asked me about the Christmas plans I originally had and I told him about Mom being stuck at the airport.

“If you hadn’t crashed into a tree, I would be sitting here alone”, I finished, “so thanks for that at least”.

“Yeah, I could tell you needed the company”, Steve said without looking at me.

“What do you mean?”, I was a bit puzzled.

Steve looked at me with a cheeky smile.

“You humped me in your sleep this morning”. He laughed.

“What?”

“Don’t worry… It was kind of hot.”

I felt so embarrassed.

“Wait, did you say it was hot?”

“You were moaning my name and everything. You are gay, right?”

I didn’t know where to look. I did not see this coming at all. I said nothing and was mortified. Then I felt Steve’s hand on my knee under the table.

“It’s OK”, he suddenly said. “I am, too.” He smiled at me.

A weight fell off my shoulders. I let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank God”.

“Sure, I am most likely missing the birth of my son, but it’s sort of a fantasy to be rescued by and snowed in with a rugged lumberjack for Christmas. So I can’t say I’m really complaining.”

I really didn’t know how to react to all of this, and I just said “You’re so nice”. I wasn’t sure if he was joking, because the odds of him liking my fat ass were slim to none.

It was time to get Steve settled in the tub. For that he had to take off the robe again. Out of courtesy, I did not check out his body, but of course I stole quick glimpses. Once I helped him get into the tub, repeated that he should not move his leg, I said “So you’re going to be fine in here for a while. Let me know when you want out?”

“What, you’re not going to help me soap myself up? I can’t reach everywhere like this!”

I now knew where this was going. It was no joke.

I took off my sweater and he unashamedly looked at my body.

“Look at the fur”, he said, “I love it!”

I kneeled next to the tub and started soaping him up with a washcloth. We looked each other in the eyes as I washed his chest and abs. I felt chemistry like I had never felt before. I was getting a hard-on, and once I did look down, he was hard as a rock himself.

I bent over the rim of the bath and blew him under the water. His cock was so beautiful and tasted so good, I could keep sucking it forever. Knowing he was genuinely attracted to me, made everything ten times better.

At one point he held my head up and out of the water. I looked at him. His cheeks were red with sexual excitement.

“You’re going to make me cum. I want to taste your cock first”, he said.

I stood up and lowered my boxers.

“Oh my God, you are beautiful”, he said.

He grabbed my hard cock, pulled on it a few times and looked at me, smiling. I knew what he wanted as I bent my knees so he could blow me. He moaned as he did so.

“Your cock tastes so nice”, he said, before taking me back in his mouth.

“It is so big”, he said a bit later.

Soon enough, he took it out of his mouth and said “I want to feel it in my asshole”.

Steve ordered me to take him out of the bath. I dried him off, hastily. Except around his cock and his beautiful butt I took my time. I remembered when I first saw him naked and his stomach hair and pubes were wet, just like they were now. I got so turned on, I dropped the towel to the floor and picked Steve up like he was my bride. I did not think I would be strong enough, and I sort of felt like I wasn’t. It helped that I was on a high of sexual energy and I only carried him from the bathroom to the bed, which was like 5 steps.

“That was so hot. I want you to fuck me”, Steve said as I sat him down on the bed.

He rolled over onto his stomach and bent one knee. His left thigh remained on the bed, his right leg had to remain straight, but if I was careful I could fuck him. I hoped I still had a condom and some lube, which I luckily did. And I fucked him slow, just like in the dream.

“Yes! Oh yes! You are my sex god, Greg! Fuck me!”

His moaning and screaming turned me on even more. It didn’t take long for me to lose my load while I was still inside him. I had so much built-up sexual tension, after about a dozen of thrusts I groaned and announced my orgasm.

“I’m cumming!”

“Me too!”

While I came inside of him, Steve came into the sheets, hands-free. I laid down next to him as we breathed heavily for a few moments and looked at each other, smiling.

“Best Christmas ever”, I said.

When I walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water for both of us, I saw that I had left the fridge open the day before. The light was on inside. Mindlessly, I closed it, but then it dawned on me.

“The power’s back on!”

Steve had so many messages and missed calls from John and Olga. Apparently it was false alarm. The two of them had been stuck in the hospital for the past 24 hours, but were doing fine.

I was able to text Mom that I was fine. Christmas dinner still happened, only this year there were three of us.

Happy holidays, everybody!

THE END

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