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  • The Pain of a Nineteen-Year-Old Virgin

    Dream Come True

    Holding his hand Shawn guided me towards the bathroom in the hotel suite. Once in the bathroom a two-person Roman soaking tub greeted us. Shawn turned on the mixer and then poured a few drops of scented bubble bath into the tub. As the tub began to fill, I noticed a layout of supplies to enhance anal sex on the countertop: a douche bulb and fleets enemas along with different lubes and condoms as well as a selection of Rascal toys on display.

    “I see you’re prepared for the night,” I said.

    Shawn snickered before saying, “Only if you want to, baby.”

    “I’ve watched your videos and dreamed about you fuckin me so many times, Shawn.”

    “That’s cool, Ran, but I have a secret…My greatest desire tonight is for you to fuck me.”

    “I thought you were a topper.”

    “You see me in my videos plowin guys up the ass, but secretly I’m a slut. I enjoy getting fucked…And, for some strange reason, I think you may be the guy to make me howl with delight tonight…I want you to bury your treasure up my ass.”

    “I’ll sure try my best to please you, Shawn.”

    Seated on the tub’s edge Shawn looked at me standing next to him. Before I knew it, his hand wrapped around my hard cock pulling it close, then my cockhead popped into his mouth. Oh man I thought as I pushed down on his hand, so my cockhead better aligned with his mouth. More of his warm wet lips engulfed my glans.

    Damn, it felt so fuckin good as Shawn performed on my cock while the water ran. He then turned my member loose and looked up at me. “You got some tasty precum goin, Ran.”

    Shawn turned off the mixer. After the water ceased running from the faucet,

    we both eased into the warm bubble bath facing each other. Our feet began exploring the other’s bodies under the waterline. I felt his foot playing with my junk and then his big toe touched my butt hole. I jumped and squealed. He smiled. We continued exploring each other’s erogenous zones with our feet for a few minutes.

    Pulling one of my feet to his face Shawn began softly caressing it before he began sucking on my big toe. He released my toe and began mildly kissing down the inside of my foot and ankle. He had me about ready to cum. This guy knew all the spots and buttons to push. I took hold of his foot duplicating his actions. After a while Shawn had me turn around in the tub so my back rested against his chest.

    Sitting between Shawn’s athletic legs I rested my back against his chest. I felt his heart beating and hard cock in my butt crack. The redhead began nuzzling my ear lobe and neck, telling me, “You’re a quick learner.”

    I moaned while Shawn played with my hard nipples. He whispered into my left ear how much he enjoyed meeting me and how he looked forward to me fucking him. I could sense his accelerated breathing and blood pulsing in his big cock.

    “God, you don’t know how much this means to me being with you. I don’t want this evening to end, Shawn…Hell, I don’t want it to ever end.”

    “Same here, baby.”

    With one hand Shawn manipulated my left nipple while his soft right hand caressed my cock with great care. I turned my head to meet his lips. We kissed—a soulful kiss.

    After playing and splashing around in the tub for about half hour Shawn suggested we clean our rectal cavities out. I told him I’d emptied a couple three hours prior, and I hadn’t eaten anything since cold cereal and coffee for breakfast and I’d evacuated since. He said, “Then we’ll just use a half bottle of fleets a piece, just enough to clean the lower bowel. I want you clean as a whistle when I eat your delicious ass out.”

    I shuddered at the thought of been eaten by Shawn as we stepped out of the tub. Shawn prepared the enemas. He did me and then I did him. We evacuated and then jumped back in the tub for a quick shower cleanup before we got out and dried off. Both of us were semi hard. Shawn asked, “You need a little pick me up to stay hard for a couple hours?”

    “I think I’m good to go.”

    “These pills help me stay hard and helps with premature ejaculation,” Shawn said.

    Shawn handed me a half pill. I downed it with a glass of water. He downed his, grabbed lubes, condoms, and couple dildos before we walked to the room with big king size bed. We got onto the bed and fell into a deep embrace. We began frotting, our hard cocks rubbing against the other’s as we made out. Time flew as we enjoyed each other’s touches. All I could think about, Shawn buried inside me. All seven and half inches of his manhood inside me. I whispered into his ear, “I want you… I want all of you inside me, Shawn.”

    I heard him say that he wanted me. We both wanted each other. We lubed our torsos up and continued frotting—Our cocks dueled. I felt Shawn readjust his lower body. His hard cock slipped between my legs. I pulled my scrotum out of the way making room for his hard cock and then closed my legs together, so his cockhead could touch my asshole. Of course, I jumped and squealed as it touched my sensitive butthole. With his cock locked between my legs I began to move my hips, humping as if we were fucking each other. “That’s what I’m talkin about, Ran…Your asshole is on fire.”

    “My whole body is on fire for you,” I said.

    “You want me to eat you before I fuck you, Ran?”

    “Oh, Hell Yes!” I exclaimed. “I’ve never experienced anilingus, but I’ve read about it and seen it performed many times on videos.”

    “You’re in for a pleasurable delight. A virgin in so many ways and I get to deflower you,” Bone said pushing my legs open, I reached out and pulled my legs back into my chest, in the same manner as I’d seen guys do on videos, exposing my pink wrinkled hole to Shawn.

    The porn star moved with deft between my legs and then with deliberation his stealthy tongue began licking and kissing my sphincter using sensual moves. I pushed my ass opening out to accept his tongue. I could feel Shawn’s tongue wriggle into my anal cavity. I screamed and screamed and writhed and writhed from his tongue touching my sensitive asshole. The more I shrieked the deeper his tongue penetrated me.

    I couldn’t contain my emotions. I began screeching, “Eat me, baby…Oh fuck…Fuck me with that fantastic tongue of yours.”

    The more I yelled the deeper Shawn’s tongue penetrated. Then he would withdraw it and then lightly lick around the anal opening before reentering my asshole. I thought for a few minutes he might be going after my colon.

    Again, Shawn pulled out; his tongue began licking my taint towards my balls. He grabbed my cock pulling it down to his eyelevel before he said, “Look at that precum… Flowing like an Artesian well.”

    He smiled knowing he had me on the verge and said, “I just love your bottom, baby.”

    “Thanks.”

    “So, blemish free and pink…So pristine I could eat you all night.”

    “Oh yes.”

    “Remember what I’m doing. I want you to eat me in the same manner,” Shawn said.

    The redhead reached for the lubricant. Opening the cap, he began to dribble some on my asshole. I jerked and squealed as I felt the cold droplets fall onto my sphincter. “Never too much lube.”

    The redheaded actor rubbed the lube with his finger pushing some into my asshole, “Oh yes finger fuck me,” I said.

    After Shawn had me lubed up, he asked, “You want me to use a condom?”

    “Hell No!” I exclaimed. “I want you to fuck me without any damned rubber.”

    “Okay, but let’s use a rubber this first time. This is your first time doing anal?” Shawn said.

    “First time with a guy.”

    What do you mean the first time with a guy? Shawn asked.

    “I’ve only used dildos before.”

    “You Dawg…Mine I hope.”

    Shawn lubed his cock until it dripped with lube before he said, “I want to take you missionary first time if you don’t mind.”

    “That’s awesome…We can see each other’s faces while we fuck.”

    “Among other things,” Shawn said humorously. “Don’t hesitate to tell me if at any time I’m hurting you.”

    I pulled my legs back into my chest as Shawn prepared to enter me. I looked down at that large pink spongy cockhead with its crimson coronal ring and almost had second thoughts. I’d taken larger dildos, so I knew his cock might hurt at first. Then after initial penetration it would slide in with ease and the pain subside.

    Shawn’s cockhead touched my sphincter. I screamed as I pushed out and then relaxed my asshole. This went on two or three times and then suddenly I felt Shawn’s big cockhead pop into the first chamber. I gasped biting down on my lip.

    “You okay, Ran?” Shawn asked as he stopped pushing.

    “Yeah, just need a minute to get used to that big fuckin glans.”

    Shawn held in position as he leaned forward. He began playing with and then sucking on my hard nipples. As our faces drew closer, he kissed while he continued playing with my nipples. I thought I would cum right then. Without even knowing it Shawn’s big cock slipped full inside me. I could feel his red bush against my balls, but moreover, I felt his big cockhead pass across my button which caused me to squeal, “Oh My God, you’re in…You’re all the way inside me.”

    “Yes, and your insides feel fantastic. So warm.”

    Shawn left his cock buried deep inside me as we continued making out. We kissed and kissed. I didn’t even realize when his big cock began moving in and out of my ass until his prominent cock head and coronal ring began hitting my prostate. Lightning bolts of electricity shot through my body and fireworks went off inside my head.

    “Oh shit, right there fuck me. Fuck me, make me cum, baby,” I howled.

    Shawn found my sweet spot and began working it as he fucked me like a maestro. I continued to howl with pleasure.

    “You’re so fuckin tight, baby,” Shawn said. “You ready to cum?”

    “Yes, keep fuckin me…Oh yes fuck me…Make me cum, baby.”

    A few seconds later I could feel my balls pull up and my cock explode; it began pumping jizz. The first couple of ropes of pent up spooge landed on my face the rest on my chest. Then I felt Shawn’s cock erupt inside me filling the condom with his juices.

    “Oh yeah baby keep fuckin me…fuck me forever and keep cumming,” I crooned.

    Shawn did just that. He continued fucking me for what seemed like an hour, but, only a few more minutes. Then he eased forward and began licking the spooge off my face in between kisses. But what set me off with more screams of pleasure, when he began licking cum off my chest and nipples.

    Finally, the red headed actor, the man of my dreams, pulled out of my ass. As the head of Shawn’s cock exited my ass it created a popping sound followed by flatulence. The flatulence continued for a few seconds. Shawn settled next to me.

    “Was that what you expected?” Shawn asked.

    “And much more.”

    The two of us lay next to each other enjoying the afterglow of sex. We cuddled and kissed. All so new to me, but I enjoyed it and wanted more in the next hours. In fact, I didn’t want the day to end. Hell, I didn’t want the evening to ever end.


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  • Tank ‘n Bull

    Tank was already half way to Charlottesville on I-64 before he realized he was taking the long way to Tennessee—that going across state on 360 would have been better. But in the longer-than-necessary drive through Virginia, he also was beginning to learn that having a dog took effort.

    Bull started to whine along about the second turnoff into Charlottesville, but it took Tank until they were climbing the Blue Ridge to go over into the Shenandoah Valley to realize what Bull needed. Tank pulled over into a highway rest stop below the Afton Mountain pass over the mountains to exercise Bull and let the dog do what a dog’s got to do.

    He heard a kid squeal and saw her mother pull her hurriedly into a car and slam the door and give him a dirty look before it occurred to him that Bull had just bounded out of Craig’s car without any sort of a restraint. Even Tank was able—eventually—to understand that a pit bull on the run in a public place was a sure source of general panic.

    Bull was good, though—after that first bit of relief against one of Craig’s tires—and sat there behind the car, watching Tank with curiosity while Tank rummaged around in the car trunk and eventually came up with a length of rope that he could use to leash the dog with to go on a walk before jumping back in the car to continue their road adventure.

    They got nearly to Lexington as they tooled south down I-81 along the line of the Shenandoah Valley before Tank was clued into the other needs a pit bull has. Although Bull was happy to exercise and relieve himself there, it took some doing before Tank caught on that a dog had to eat and drink water too. Tank found a pet store and started getting educated on the feeding habits of a man’s dog.

    Although Tank found it all bewildering, he also found it a new and satisfying experience to have some responsibility and focus for something other than himself, and it was with a gathering sense of accomplishment that the man and his dog drove in somebody else’s car toward that tryout week in Nashville.

    Tank was making good time—far better time than he needed to, he got around to realizing. Tryout week for the Titans wasn’t for nearly a month. Tank hadn’t exactly done much planning on getting there other than that was where he needed to be. He needed to do something for the interim, and some income would be helpful. He started to wonder about Asheville, North Carolina, which was the biggest town he could think of there being between where he was—wherever that was—and Nashville. He knew how to handle the door at clubs—and what to do with unruly customers. So, as he drove, he started wondering about the bar life in Asheville and what the chances were of picking up a few weeks’ work as a bouncer there.

    Long about Bedford, Virginia, Bull started a low whine that Tank now had figured out the meaning of, and Tank started to look for a place to stop and walk the dog. Nothing was coming up on the highway, so Tank took the Bedford exit off I-81 and started driving around.

    His attention was arrested by a football practice field at what looked like a small college and the tackling practice going on there. This was the sort of activity Tank could always be counted on to focus on. He pulled over to the side of the road by the fringe of the field and let Bull out of the car. As he walked Bull up and down under the trees bordering the field from the road, Tank’s eyes were on the young guys out on the field practicing.

    One guy caught Tank’s attention in particular. Tank thought he looked about like he did when he was younger—the months after he was more released in exasperation from than graduated from high school and was moving from university to small college to smaller college on athletic scholarships that finally just dwindled to nothing because he couldn’t keep up with the studies and the school athletic departments stopped trying to pretend he could. And Tank could see the same frustration in the young guy that he’d felt before a good line coach took the time to work with his technique too.

    “You’re hittin’ too high. You need to come up from a crouch and get under the guy’s rib cage. Other than that, you look good,” he called across the field.

    Bull snuffled and looked up into Tank’s face, wondering, no doubt what he was supposed to do with that information. Tank was yelling at the young guy out on the field, but, of course, was too far away from him to be heard.

    The guy’s frustration increased, and he eventually exploded into an illegal tackle and was sent off to the side of the field by one of the coaches to cool off and think about what he’d done wrong, while the coach went back to watching what the other football linesmen were doing.

    “Ya gotta tell him somethin’,” Tank muttered in the coach’s direction. “Don’t just stand there and watch him do it wrong again and again and curse him for something you ain’t tellin’ him about.”

    This time, even though Tank was talking to the wind again, the young player who had been sent off to the side and was slouching on the ground in disgust not far from where Tank and Bull stood, heard him.

    “Eh, what? You talkin’ to me, mister?”

    “No. To your coach out there. I don’t mean to get into it, but he could have told you what you were doin’ wrong. It wasn’t much. Your form is pretty much good to go.”

    “Oh? You a football coach or somethin’? Scouting us out for Salem College or somethin’?” The question was a mix of belligerence, curiosity, and boredom with a life not going quite as planned.

    “No. A player. Semipro.”

    “A player? What team? What position?” The interest and curiosity were winning the battle for dominance in the tone of the young guy’s voice, and he was turned toward Tank. “A tackle like me, aren’t you? Built like that.”

    “Yep. I’m a defensive tackle. Play for the Virginia Hornets in Richmond.”

    “Wow. The Hornets. Coach took us to see a game at the end of last season. Bet you played in it.” The voice took on an edge of awe now, and the young guy’s stance opened up to an obvious invitation for Tank to come over and plop down beside him—which is what Tank did. Bull came between them and snuffled happily at the hand the young guy was proffering to him and gave the hand a good lick of approval and acceptance.

    “Yep, I was still goin’ OK at the end of the season. It was a good year for me. No injuries, at least not ones that stopped me.”

    “Wow,” the young guy said. “My name’s Tim. Tim Richards. I’m at a training retreat here trying to keep my position on the Washington and Lee team.”

    “Tank Sullivan.”

    “Tank Sullivan. Wow,” Tim exclaimed, “wow” pretty much being the extent of his “I’m impressed” vocabulary. “I remember you. We did see you play and I looked you up in the program. Coach kept pointin’ to you and sayin’ you had the technique. He said he didn’t understand why . . . well you were getting a few penalties that game.” Tim got more quiet and slowed down toward the end of what he was saying as he realized what he was saying could be taken badly. But Tank didn’t seem to focus on that part of what he said.

    “Yep, pretty good games toward the end of the year. We should’ve won more of them too. The refs were killing us with penalty calls.”

    “What are you doin’ out here in the sticks?” Tim said to slide off that subject. Bull had now moved over into his lap and they were playing a mild set of tug-of-war with Tim’s helmet. “Nice dog, by the way. Yours?”

    The last question is what hit Tank first—and pretty hard, because it was something he hadn’t given much thought to. But he found he was happy to answer the question. “Yep, he’s mine—or I’m his. You can’t really tell with a dog. His name is Bull. It’s just us and the world.”

    “Good name. And a good dog. A real man’s dog.”

    “Yep. We get along just fine. And, uh, I’m here because I’m on the road, headed for Nashville. Tryouts with the Titans. Their scout told me to come; said I’d be a shoo-in for the team. All I had to do was get to the tryouts. Piece of cake.”

    “Wow,” Time said, his eyes full of admiration. And when Tank looked at him, he saw that there was something else in Tim’s eyes too. Tank knew that look. This look was from his world. He didn’t have to be a bouncer at a gay bar to know that look. He could cover this guy if he wanted to. Something inside him began to stir and he began looking at Tim a whole new way. Tank was young and healthy and he had his needs. And it had been a few days.

    It was like Tim saw the look being returned by Tank, and they both moved imperceptively closer to each other as they sat on the ground, pointed toward the practice still going on on the field in the late-afternoon waning light.

    “You said I had good form but that there was somethin’ I was doing wrong that the coach wasn’t pointin’ out to me,” Tim said after the moment of silence that had conveyed so much between the two.

    “Yeah. You just got one problem that I can see. You are comin’ in too high for the block. You need to come up into their chest from below. Get your weight under their rib cage. Don’t lead with the helmet, though. You manage to do that and they’ll fall out of line every time.”

    “Wow. I can work on that. Thanks, man.”

    There was another pause, while both pretended to be playing with Bull, who was flopping around between them, still tugging at the helmet and making happy little snuffling noises.

    “You said I’d done real good in the game you saw if it wasn’t for the penalties called on me.”

    “Uh, sorry. It’s like you said. Bad reffing.”

    “Coaches and the guy I live with . . .” Tank looked directly at Tim to see if he’d pick up on the reference, and he did “. . . say it’s ’cause I can’t remember the plays. I do have trouble with that.”

    “Oh, I’ve had trouble with that too. Not much, but we don’t have as thick a playbook as the Hornets must have. I used to go over and over ours with my then boyfriend, Ace . . .” Tim paused here to make sure Tank caught that reference “. . . without it sinking in good, so I don’t guess your problem is any worse than mine was.”

    “Was? You had the problem and you fixed it?” Tank had scooted a bit closer to Tim and had fingers on the young man’s forearm, playing with the hair on his arm. Tim didn’t shrink away.

    “Yeah. Word association did it. You tried that?”

    “Word association. What’s that?”

    “I spent some time with Ace. We’d look at the individual play formations and come up with some sort of word—a different one for each play—that would trigger the right play in my mind. It took time, and I needed someone to help me—someone I was real comfortable with—but it worked real well. You tried that?”

    “Uh, no. I’d never heard of it.”

    “Well, you might try it. It might work for you and it might not. But it’s worth a try. You got someone to help you with that . . . that guy you’re livin’ with, maybe?”

    “We’re not getting’ along too good right now, and if it’s somethin’ that might work, I should try it out before I get to Nashville.”

    “Well, when do you need to be in Nashville? Are you headed someplace tonight? It’s startin’ to get dark. You stayin’ in Bedford? Got a place to stay here?”

    “I don’t got plans, really, and I don’t gotta be in Nashville for over three weeks more.”

    “Well, I know a place—cheap but pretty clean—where you could stay a couple of days if you’d like me to help you try the word association system. The place isn’t much; an old motel. Not many stay there because it’s right next to a chicken farm. But it’s not far from here. You wanna stay there a couple of days—you and Bull here—I could . . . work with you. Practice is about over here, if you wanted to wait for me to get out of the showers. I’ve got my motorbike. You could follow me.”

    Tank looked into Tim’s eyes and knew that Tim was offering a lot more than working out a way to remember play calls. It was then that he realized that they were thigh to thigh and he was covering Tim’s hand with his as they sat there close to each other under a Bull who had now plopped over and gone to sleep, using the thighs of both young men to keep his guys located.

    They both looked down at the hands; neither one took his hand away.

    * * * *

    The foreplay was brief, because both young men were in high heat. What struggle there was was no contest and Tim’s only concern was to slow it down, maintain some control, with Tank didn’t permit him; Tank was much the stronger man. Tim didn’t resist much at all as Tank moved a beefy arm under his waist, pulled him up to his hands and knees on the surface of the motel bed, covered his body close from above with his muscular torso, and opened Tim’s entrance up with a bulbous cockhead.

    Tim whimpered at the size and stretch of the cock bulb inside his rim, but he didn’t beg Tank to stop—just the opposite. He was frightened at the power and size of the older man—not old, by any means, but older and more assured in his control than anyone Tim had been with before—but he was in high need and desire for what Tank had to give him. With a hand now free from positioning the cock, Tank cupped Tim’s chin and pulled the young man’s face around, possessing Tim’s lips with his own, stifling the young man’s moans and groans—and any reluctance he might have had—and holding Tim steady in his embrace. Tim writhed under him and huffed and puffed through the possessing lips, as Tank’s thick cock moved up inside his channel.

    They held for a long minute, at Tim’s passageway fought to accommodate the huge cock, and, when it did, Tank released the younger man’s lips from his and his body from the grip he had been using to hold Tim in place for the invasion of the cock. Moaning deeply, Tim sank his chest to the surface of the bed, reached his arms up and out and grabbed fistfuls of sheeting, and cried out again and again as Tank grabbed the young man’s hips with his hands and, thrust upon thrust, plowed his ass hard, deep, and fast to a mutual ejaculation.

    Of all the things that Tank had difficulty remembering how to do, fucking a young man wasn’t one of them.

    Tank collapsed on top of Tim, causing the young man to go flat, with an umpff. They both were panting hard—but Tim was panting harder than Tank was considering the work Tank had been doing.

    “God that was . . . Oh, shit,” Tim exclaimed, as the in-shape, virile monster of a man, Tank, rolled Tim over on his back, slapped his legs open, and had his dick inside him again for a fast encore.

    And then, with only brief interludes to recharge—Tank recovering faster than Tim did each time—again and again throughout the evening and night until it was too late and Tim was too exhausted to bother to go back to his dorm. Tank was clicked into what a man does naturally when he’s focused on one task and one task alone. Tim wasn’t seen at his dorm for the next three nights.

    Throughout the first all-night fuck, Bull lay happily on the floor at the foot of the bed, chewing on a big rawhide bone Tim at bought him at a pet store before Tank checked into the motel.

    Tank had been able to tell while checking in that this was a male-on-male hookup motel, so he had no concern about the sounds of taking they could hear up and down the row of rooms—and did not stint in adding Tim’s reactions to being ravished to the mix.

    * * * *

    Tank lay there in the motel bed, watching Tim gingerly, legs maintained at a wide stance, move around the room, dressing and getting ready to go off to his Monday-morning classes after his shower. Tim had missed his Friday classes, although Tank had made sure he got to his football practices, weak in strength but increasingly more knowledgeable in technique, thanks to Tank’s pointers.

    Stretching out on his back, his arms bent behind and elevating his head, his manhood on full display, Tank heaved a sigh of satisfaction—one that was matched by a snort from Bull who was curled up beside him, fast asleep.

    It had been good, casual, vigorous sex for both of them. Neither one of them pretended that it was more than it was—just a four-night interlude as each was headed someplace else in life. But they both had something to give to each other, more than just their bodies and shared satisfaction in that. Tank had worked with Tim’s tackling technique and pronounced him first-rate now. Tim said that even his coaches had seen and commented on the improvement and already had moved him to the first-team squad.

    Tank held his tongue on the quality of coaches who couldn’t have seen and corrected the technique themselves. But they hadn’t. Tank had done that. He couldn’t remember ever having helped another guy like that. Now that he thought more deeply on it—as deep as Tank was ever going to be able to think—he realized that this was something that had been lacking in his life. Looking at what others needed done and then helping them do it. He could better understand what Craig had always been on him about now—now that it was too late for him and Craig.

    Tank related this new awareness to the entry into his life of his dog, Bull. His dog.

    Tim’s work with Tank on memorizing and being able to pull plays up in his mind quickly hadn’t been as successful yet, although it had helped. Tank now was able to remember more of the plays when he concentrated on the word association system Tim was showing to him. The main problem was that, as Tim had said that first afternoon, the Hornets just had too many plays in their playbook. Both of them were careful not to note that there would be even more plays in the Titans’ playbook.

    But Tank was making progress in that department, and he showed his gratitude to Tim for his help in ways that Tim really liked.

    They both knew, though, that if they got in any deeper with each other, it would mean compromising separate-path dreams, and neither really wanted to do that. It was Tim who got them off the hook.

    “As I was comin’ into the motel yesterday, I heard the owner of the chicken farm the next piece of land over telling the motel owner that he was losing chickens at night and was on the hunt for the critter who was doin’ it.”

    “Yeah, those foxes can really cut down on a chicken farmer’s business,” Tank said absentmindedly, still looking on Tim’s young, lithe body, with appreciation, as he moved around the motel room and dressed.

    “The motel owner was tellin’ him that we had a pit bull in the room with us, and quizzing the chicken farmer on when his problem had started.”

    “Oh. But Bull ain’t been out of my sight.”

    “Yeah, but the motel and chicken farm guys might not believe you on that. I think maybe . . . there might be another place across town where we could . . .”

    “It’s really time I was movin’ on toward Nashville anyway,” Tank said, with a sigh. He listened for the objection, not being sure of what he wanted to hear. But he’d been thinking for two days himself how this was going to end—how he was going to get back onto the road to Nashville.

    “Yeah, I guess you do need to get on the road. You’ll keep in touch, though, won’t you? Let me know when you ever are comin’ through town? I can find a place for us.”

    “Yes, I’d like that. And thanks for the help on the playbook.”

    “No, thank you, Tank. For everything. I’ll come see you play in Nashville. And . . . I’m goin’ miss Bull. Great dog.”

    Tank only felt a little sad when Tim had left and he and Bull were alone in the motel on their last morning in Bedford. What he had honed in on was Tim saying he’d come see him play in Nashville. Tank was all aglow at the voicing of confidence in his football future.


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  • My Brother-In-Law

    I don’t know when it started. I guess I wasn’t paying attention. I’d seen my brother in law grow up, I’d been with his sister for 9 years and he was 10 when I met him. He was a good looking kid, but a kid all the same. One day though the way he hugged me changed, he stopped giving me those full hugs as a kid and started giving me bro hugs, it’s what every guy does around 17 so my feelings weren’t hurt. My now wife and I had moved away around that time and spent the last two years living in DC. Six months ago we moved back to Austin and that’s when I laid eyes on my brother in law again. The lanky 17-year-old had filled out some, put on that freshman 15 but also added some muscle along with that. He carried himself with a sincere and coolness about him that I found rare.

    When he saw us enter his father’s house he ran over and picked his sister up spinning her around ecstatic to see her after so long. Putting her down he came over to me and that’s when everything changed. He hugged me, a real full hug like before, but this time I could feel his bulge brush mine. Neither of us was hard, but it sent a jolt through my body and I know I started to turn red. He whispered in my ear that he had missed me before giving me an extra squeeze and breaking our hug. I stood stunned. It had been years since I’d had these feelings, the electricity below my balls and the churning in my stomach. I berated myself at having them for this innocent kid though grown into a man.

    Over the next 6 months, things kept happening and I kept pushing them down in my mind. After all this was a good Christian boy, going to a Christian school. This was nothing more than the innocent playfulness of youth and yet it was getting to me. More hugs that lingered and other affectionate touching, a few swats at my ass, leaning against me when we were all sitting at his dads house. All of it causing my cock to chub in my jeans every time. I started to take notice of the bulge in his jeans, shaking my head to move my focus somewhere else. Other times I’d find myself looking at his lips and the way he licked them when he was thinking. No, I’d scream in my mind. He’s 19 and I’m married to his sister.

    I was starting to find reasons not to go over to family events, picking up extra projects at work and even taking more work trips, but none of this helped. He was still there, sitting at the edge of my mind, pulling my focus when I wasn’t diligent. One night I was laying in my hotel room knowing I was to fly back for a family birthday party the next day. I had had a few drinks at the hotel bar after the gym and was set to shower. My mind started to wander and I thought about him. I had recently seen his hairy chest and the way the happy trail led into his jeans while we changed to go running with this dad. With the very thought, my cock began to thicken in my shorts. I sat on the corner of the bed and tried to push the thoughts out to my head, but my cock had already won, rock hard and throbbing. I touched it and felt the amazing head coming off of it. I couldn’t hold it back. I laid back feet planted on the floor and pulled my cock out of the leg of my shorts. Licking my palm I wrap it around the flared red-head and start to stroke imagining it’s his spit coating my cock. I reach up with my other hand and tweak my nipples, with every stroke I can feel the cum churning in my balls and I moan loudly. It feels like forever, but within only a few minutes I’m right at the edge. Legs spread open, hips pumping my cock through my furiously moving hand, and sweat dampening my face.

    I moan his name, and with that my balls contract and I lose control. The first shot hits my lips and I picture him shirtless. I shoot 7 more shots of cum all over my chest and stomach. Chest heaving I can’t believe what I’ve done… How was I gonna survive the party?


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  • My Papi

    “This picture is of my wife and one year-old daughter” said Chad, a good looking 25-year-old white guy on the short side who was at my place. “I’m totally straight and have never been with a guy or every had any interest, which is why I’m here.”

    “I was charged with embezzlement. I’ve taken a plea deal for a four year sentence. I go away in two weeks. It’s maximum security.” It was where my uncle did three years for cocaine possession. “After legal fees and fines there’s not much left. My wife has taken a job. I don’t have the funds to pay for protection and I’m going in without any connections. Considering my age and what I look like I have a good idea what to expect. I feel if I enter mentally and physically prepared, I’ll have a much better chance of making it. You were recommended to me as someone who could be of help.” Hmmm.

    “Okay. This is going to be overwhelming for you but feasible, as I believe you’re capable of adapting as you’ve thought this through. I propose two private sessions and two group sessions with additional participants to be paid $200 each. I really think we could accomplish the goals you’ve set.” “I can swing that.”

    “Great.” I said as I stood up and unzipped. “You can start by getting on your knees and I’ll talk you through sucking my dick. Clear your head. Focus and concentrate on nothing else but bringing pleasure with your lips, tongue and throat.”

    He was wearing khakis and a light blue long sleeve shirt. He got on his knees and raised his head and looked up at me. “It’s important to make eye contact. Open your mouth wide. Do your best to keep your lips over your teeth. Put it in your mouth. Nice. Now lick me all over and watch the teeth. Play with my balls. Use your tongue on them. Suckle the head and use your tongue under it.” We went on with the tutorial and he was a fast learner but needed a lot practice to get the hang of smoothly deepthroating.

    “Take off your clothes and leave your underwear on.  Get in the bed on all fours and pull your briefs down to expose your hole.” I lubed up his ass and went to the front. “Lube up my dick.” I went behind. I fingered him. They don’t use condoms in prison, so I put the bare head of my cock in his hole and very slowly began edging it in. He was grunting. I got it in and fucked him tenderly at first and then with more force. “Oh God my God!” he howled as he shot off in his underwear. “I never came like that before.” “You’ll get used to it and live for it.”

    I pulled out and told him to get on his back. I grabbed his legs and rammed into him and fucked him for a while. He was crying more from the shame of liking it than the pain. I pulled out and cleaned off my dick. “You’re going to suck me off and it’s very important that you learn to swallow.” Now, he looked disgusted and his eyes were red from crying. He opened wide and got to work. I held his head as I blasted, and he was gagging and choking as he swallowed me. “That went very well. You have the basics down…” He took a shower and left.

    “Fucking punk! Take my mother fucking dick you piece of shit maricon!” Chad was on his knees only wearing a black jockstrap  and I was fucking his teary face rough. This second session was by design more intense then the first. “Watch your fucking teeth bitch!” I fucked him standing up, on the floor ass up and several other positions to get him used to taking it anyway any guy might like. I only used spit these times as you couldn’t always count on lube inside. I was getting close, so I pulled out and had him suck me off. He was like going to throw up because I hadn’t cleaned my dick. It had spit and had been in his ass.

    “Now peel back the skin and suck it like usual…” For the third session I brought over an older cousin who is uncut. Chad needed to learn to deal with that because he’d be working with that a lot inside. He did good then and my cousin and I got him used to taking it at both ends with a lot of slapping around and dirty talk.

    “Hey, bitch use your hands on them you dumb faggot!” Chad was in on his knees in a black jock sucking my cock and was now stroking my father and uncle’s hard cocks. He was clumsy at first, but he got the hang of giving hand jobs while sucking. I’m proud to say that I made Chad into a first-class sword swallower. He made love to my, my father and uncle’s great dicks with his sweet mouth. They were happy to help me and also happy to get $200 each. We let loose on Chad. After Chad had been seeded, stretched open and sprayed with our cum all over, he took a shower.

    “Damn you get paid to fuck! Living the life!” said my uncle. “I’m proud of you son. You got a great set up.” “We taught you good said my uncle.” I basked in their affirmation. Chad returned dressed and shiny. We all sat on the couch. My uncle spoke.

    “Look, some guys are naturally tough and are able not end up as a punk. You’re not one of them. This was a good idea of yours. From what I see, you’ll do okay. You take orders. You don’t talk back. You’re a great cocksucker and take a hard fuck all the ways there is. The main thing is you got to clear your head. Forget about your big job, money and the country club. That life is over. Your life for the next couple of years is knowing your place. Seven days a week, day and night you’ll be doing what you’re told, getting cons off.”

    “It’s important the first time you’re hit on to act like it’s your first time. Your first guy will like you better if he thinks his dick is the first you ever sucked and brag about it. Talk about your wife and kid. It’s a big turn on to make a straight guy a punk. Good luck to you.” “Thanks” Chad left. We hung out for a while drinking beers and catching up. “Of course, he won’t be the same after said my uncle.” “He’s not the same now as he was when I started training him” I said.

    There was one more exercise for Chad. We took an Uber to Flushing for a private thug gay sex party in a warehouse. Chad paid our entrance fees as well as my standard rate. The quota was 80% black and Latin and 20% screened whites under 30. Chad had to send nude pics to get approved. We took of our clothes and put them in lockers. Chad was in his black jock. I wore red Calvin Klein boxer briefs. We walked around, me as a proud Latin top with swagger, my big dick and juicy balls swinging in my underwear and Chad as a pussy bottom with his ass up for grabs. To get used to it was going to be, I had instructed him that he was to put out for anyone who was interested in him.

    In no time Chad was sucking his first big black cock from a chiseled body builder in his late 20’s, before getting his hole rammed with all nine inches of it. Then a posse of young Latin bros took turns on him with their pingas that Chad expertly took care of in every way. Then there were two skinny black tops with dreadlocks who had him. This multicultural experience was to get him fully acclimated to what and who he would be dealing with on the inside as a prison bitch.

    I got sucked by a few white boys and fucked a hot white jock. Chad and I were both fucked out and got dressed. We ran into the black body builder. “Hey, my name is Derrick.” “Chad.” “Nice to meet you Chad. You are one hot bottom. Not many guys can take me so well, I want you again.” “Uh, thanks but I’m moving away in three days.” “Then we better hook up again before you go. What’s your number?” Chad was shocked but recited his number, which Derrick entered into his phone. “I’ll text you tomorrow. I’m a trainer at Equinox at 50th and Broadway and live close by. I get off at 2:00 PM.” “Cool.” “Would you be up for a threesome with my manager? He’s a fun hung Guido.” “Uh, sure.” “Great! See you tomorrow.” 

    We each got an Uber. Me to my place and him to his house on Long Island. “Have a nice time” I laughed. The next night, Chad called me and recounted his hot afternoon with his new gym buddies. Two days after that he went away.


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  • Radler and the tropes

    Prologue 

    A cup of coffee. One of those universal personal things. There are a million ways to doctored a single cup even though it all comes down to the simple ground beans. Diverse in its uniformity so to speak. I drink mine with a dollop of milk, no creamer and hold the sugar. A plain cup of coffee nothing added that would have me stress about its pronunciation as I order. Just about everything in a single day is already stress inducing enough as it is without that added to it too.

    At this moment in time my plain cup of coffee with my dollop of milk is trembling slightly perched on the small train tray table in front of me. The trains soft sway a welcome reprieve from the chaos of work. A chaos I enjoy but don’t want to take home with me every day. No one remains an educator for long if you don’t love your job. Because as you are well aware teenagers are insane. I remember being one and not much has change in since then. I was insane as a teenager too, albeit a quiet and mild mannered one. Hormones are a bitch whichever sex or age you are you are.

    Staring past my trembling coffee through the window I watch the endarkened country fly by, the sky littered with stars. Little did I know that I wouldn’t be disembarking from this train and that that very cup of coffee before me would be the last cup of coffee I would ever taste.

    Pity now I think about it, that I had chosen a shitty brand that day. If I had known I would have sprung for the better stuff for once. Then again if I had known maybe I would never have stepped foot on the 17:08 train home. Although more probable if I had known everything before hand I would have most definitely stepped on that train. Eagerly even, whatever the joys and heartbreak I would knowingly encounter along the way.

    Saved by the bell

    The screech of metal on metal was ear-piercing, I covered my head as my coffee spilled across the floor with the sudden jerking stop of the train. Being winter it was already dark outside but right then it seemed more than just the dark night. The few scattered people in this train compartment slowly started raising their heads above the seats. All clearly as confused and wary as I felt.

    Why had we stopped?

    What had happened?

    Why was it so very darn dark outside?

    One of my confused travel companions was a slightly familiar face. The familiarity you get when you often take the same train together. I didn’t known his name but you couldn’t look passed this man on the street even if you tried to. Very handsome was putting it mildly. A real Prince Charming type. *Insert eye roll here* Hair always full and healthy soft looking, eyes bright and lips succulent. Rosy cheeks and overall unblemished skin on a very tight athletic build. I mostly admire the looks from afar with these types. I can admit I am a little intimidated by such good-looking men. I know they are so far out of my league that I never put myself in a position of disappointment. Been there done that and adjusted my world view and expectations accordingly.

    There are five of us in total in this train compartment. Me, Prince Charming, a middle aged professor type with salt and pepper hair and occupational glasses, a build young woman that looks like she could bench press Prince Charming himself and a young emo dressed kid around the age of my average pupil.  

    The kid is staring out of the window, he’s closest to me and I hear him mutter to himself. “The stars disappeared.” 

    I open my mouth to reassure him it’s probably just cloud coverage when the train compartments intersecting doors blow open on both sides and four solders troop in through each door. I say solders cause they move in a military fashion, though their dress is anything but camouflage.

    Futuristic Celtic warriors is what springs to mind. Shiny black metal armor slim to the contours of the body, strong yet lightweight. High collars yet no helmets, no guns but strange looking spear-staff things. All eight of them stop in unison. Each one sporting different facial hair, some with long locks, dread lock and even man buns and beards. A few with shorter styles and a single one with buzz cut.

    Black buzz cut steps forwards his eyes sweep over all of us and frowns. “There are five of you. Why are there five of you?” His voice hard and precise as his eyes stray over to Prince Charming, the professor and miss universe.

    “The Bellatrix.” Buzz states and the miss universe eyes widen and nods.

    His eyes fix on professor man. “Healer Asa.”

    “I am a doctor yes.” The man says narrowing his eyes at the solder/warriors.

    Buzz settles on Prince Charming and bows deeply. “Blue Brennan.” He says reverently

    P.C. doesn’t know how to react to this. “Erm… It’s Brennan Delgado actually.”

    Buzz straightens respectful. “We are aware of your ancestors naming Blue Brennan.” He turns his dark eyes back to us glaring daggers at me and nostrils flaring as he takes in the boy.

    “Now who are you?” he directs to me. “And what are you?” he accuses the kid. Which makes me bristle, occupational hazard perhaps.

    “I’m Radler Jones and this one of my pupils.” I lie though my name is correct.

    “Pupils?” He frowns then widens in understanding. “You are a Solon.” By which every single warrior/solder turn a quart to face me and bows their heads respectfully.

    “I – I am a teacher yes.” I gulp cause what the fuck.

    Buzz glares at the kid and I feel him tremble where he’s half hiding behind me. “You give a whelp the honour of your tutelage?” he asks.

    Ok. I don’t like this man. The kid is all but cowering behind me now and I step into full on teacher mode. “I do not need to defend myself against a man who’s not even stated his name or business yet.” Score temporary backbone.

    Dreadlocks with beard behind Buzz steps forward. “The text only mentions three Kenraal Falkr.”

    “I know. There should not have been five. Certainly no whelp.” Buzz all but sneers.

    “A miscalculation perhaps.” Dreadlocks with beard surmised. Buzz or Falkr since I’m guessing Kenraal is a rank rather than a name seems to think this over. “Disposable then.” Dreadlocks with beard concludes. Ar which the kids grabs the back my coat and whines and I try very hard not to breath eye contact with our would be executioner. 

    “No.” Falkr resolutely states his voice as hard as his stare. “A Solon is never disposable and the whelp…”

    “Is with me.” I breath out in a whoosh. Astonishing myself with ability of speech at this very moment.

    Falkrs jaw clenches and he nods curtly a slight flicker in his eyes before it disappears and turns back to the others. Completely dismissed our existence further more.

    “Blue Brennen, the Bellatrix and Healer Asa we are in need of your help.”

    “Our help?” Bellatrix questions.

    “Yes Rouva. A triad of strength from another world.”

    “Another world?” P.C gulps audibly.

    “We need to disembark the transport. Before it disintegrates. The darkness is already seeping in.” Falkr points to the middle of the compartment where a strange black shadow is already creeping in through the window. He steps back and ushers the three of them out the compartment door. All eight warrior solders turn and proceed to the exit in unison. Leaving me and the kid behind without a word or thought.

    “Erm… Mr. J-Jones?” The quiet voice behind me tugs at my coat. “That black stuff is spreading fast. I think we need to get out of here.”

    The shadow seems to be eating up everything in its path. I strangely think to grab my bag as we quickly stumble out through the doors chasing behind the warrior solders. As I almost feel the blackness snap at my heels I prey we aren’t red shirts in this story.


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  • In the Circle

    I cut the tightest fades and crispest edge ups in town. In a matter of 30 minutes I can have a homely mother fucker looking neat and dapper. No texture of hair has ever been a challenge to me. I do damn good work and make damn good money at it.

    I owe everything I am to my cousin, Jerod. He taught me everything that I know about cutting hair and paid my barber school tuition to ensure that I would have a career. I love my cousin; really love him.

    My cousin died in a car crash six months ago. Thirty years of age. I was in the car when it happened. I was sucking his dick when he swerved off the road and the car crashed into a tree. He was ejected through the window and died from the impact of hitting that big ass oak. I survived.

    I am certain that God kept me alive for the shit that I had to do. I was put in a position that I not only had to defend Jerod’s name; I had to protect it. Man, the shit people will do when they’re thirsty for attention. The main mother fuckers to do it are family.

    When that preacher stood over my cousin’s coffin and called him a good husband, loving father, and man with a heart of gold he spoke nothing but facts. I’ll be goddamn it anybody was going to make him out to be anything else, especially a mother fucker he done looked out for.

    My cousin, Breon arrived at my shop around seven P.M., a full hour after I had closed the shop. I swear on my cousin’s grave it took everything in me not to dead his ass where he stood. I swear light skinned niggas be doing some shit that make you want to hurt them. Breon was on the verge of doing some serious shit.

    “Hey Cuz, sorry I am late. He said.

    “No problem; Jabari, Chris, and Cooley ain’t got here yet, so technically, you’re early.”

    Cooley, the oldest of the cousins was the next to arrive. Cooley was two years older than Jerrod. Everyone outside of the family always mistook him and Jerod for twins despite Cooley being older and the son of Jerod’s mother’s sister.

    “Wassup?” Said Cooley dapping us both. Breon was too stupid to even notice that Cooley didn’t dap him the same. That’s the problem with these niggas born in the 2000s, they ain’t perceptive like us niggas born in the 90’s or the ones from the 80s like Cooley.

    “We still waiting on Chris and Jabari.” I explained to Cooley. Breon’s young ass had made himself comfortable in one of the waiting chairs. Nigga had his Beats headphones on blasting some damn Blueface. Old boy liked to have caught it right then.

    “So, how are we going about it?” Asked Cooley

    “It all depends on what he decides. He hasn’t said anything to anyone other than Jabari so far.”

    “How so you know that, Quame?”

    “Shit man, you know our family. Some shit like that would have had everybody split into teams and bout to go to war; which is why we gotta get through to old boy.”

    Seconds later Chris and Jabari arrived. Chris, who was a few months older than me punched Breon so hard his earphones flew off as he crashed to the floor.

    “Now what’s that shit you told Jabari?” He asked snatching Breon up off the floor. Chris was the thug ass nigga, I secretly longed to be. I ain’t gonna front, seeing him manhandle Breon had my dick throbbing. Chris was sexy as hell anyway. That shit was amplified when he was violent.

    “Jabari, you told?” Asked Breon looking more hurt by that than the bitch slap and rough handling Chris had given him.

    “I want you to repeat in front of us that shit you told Jabari.”

    “Y’all, I ain’t trying to start no shit. I haven’t even told my parents__” Chris smacked him to the floor again.

    “Boy, your red ass is gonna stop playing with me. I asked you to tell us what the fuck you said to Jabari!”

    I don’t know if it was fear or pain that kept him there but Breon didn’t even try to get up off the floor.

    “I told Jabari that I missed Jerod and I love him, but I am having a hard time with his passing because he molested me from the time, I was 15 up until a few days before his passing.”

    Chris gave him a kick in the stomach so stiff I felt it. Breon writhed in pain on the floor crying and spitting up clear shit.

    “Get Your ass up.” Said Chris jerking him up from the floor and viciously pushing him down into my barber’s chair.

    “Breon, young Cuz.” Said Cooley, the calmer one among us. “Breon, you cannot be talking reckless like that. Jerod had kids, Krista, Jerod’s wife doesn’t deserve to have something like that out there about the man she loved. Aunt Vivian don’t need to have that out there about her dead son.”

    “I only told Jabari.” He defended. “I had to talk to somebody. I didn’t like what he did to me.”

    “But your ass kept letting him do it?” I chimed in. That shit really pissed me off. It wasn’t like he was no little kid when Jerod fucked him. Fifteen years old you got hair around your dick and you’re old enough to make a baby.

    I was the same age when me and Jerod started dealing. He didn’t force me. I wasn’t beat up and told not to tell nobody. He asked me if I wanted him to suck my dick and I let him. He asked me to suck his and I did because I felt that was only fair. Hell, he didn’t even FUCK, fuck me until I was damn near 18. At no point was I a goddamn victim. A lot of the times I went to him. Plus, Cuz was mad generous; I never left him without either some new gear or fat pockets. Why ain’t Breon ass mad about all those Jordans and NBA Jerseys Jerod bought him?

    “Look, I am not trying to shit on Jerod’s name. I loved him too but what he did to me was wrong and if he did it to any of you that shit was wrong too.”

    That damn boy must have been a sucker for abuse. Chris back handed his so hard blood splattered across the mirror behind him when his head spun around.

    Breon spat his loose side tooth out onto the floor. He looked at us with hatred and disgust. If old boy had any magic power, I am convinced he would have set all of us on fire with his stare.

    “You all are fucken sick. If y’all are into that homo shit that’s fine, I don’t judge, but incest and molestation is not right. And if y’all think that that shit is okay, then are all of you mother fuckers capable of doing the same? Are y’all just waiting for the young crop to get a little age on them? Maybe I do need to tell this shit_______”

    The bullet went from one side of his head straight through to the other sailing across the room and shattering one of my porcelain sinks.

    “Sorry about that Cuz.” Chris apologized to me placing his gun back into the pocket of his jacket. “I will pay to replace that.”

    Goddamn that shit turned me on. I dropped to my knees in front of Chris, took his dick out of his Champion sweat pants and started sucking it right in front of Cooley, Jabari, and dead ass Breon.

    “Oh, shit Fam, you suck Dick, dick.” Groaned Chris. “No wonder you were Jerod’s favorite.” Hearing that shit made me proud as hell. Jerod told me I was the best cock sucker he’d ever met. Jabari eased my pants and boxers down. Lil Cuz was finally getting some get back from all the times I had ran up in him. Damn he’s developed quite nicely because he bringing some pain to my ass.

    Cooley, the elder among us just stroked his own dick as he watched us fuck and suck each other into a frenzy.

    We didn’t have time to bask in the aftermath of our nut bustings. Cooley and Chris transported Breon’s body away from the shop for disposal. I was familiar enough with how the two of them handled things know that no one would ever find a trace of Breon again. Me and Jabari cleaned up the mess that had been made in my shop. Wiping down mirrors, chairs and the floor of any trace of Breon’s presence.

    Jabari kept trying to get me to tell him that his dick down was spectacular. Though it was, I wasn’t about to let the little nigga get too big an ego. Plus, I wasn’t going to let him think that he was going to take the dominant role in our dealings. Hell naw, there is a pecking order and everybody in the circle had to fall in line.

    Too bad Breon couldn’t understand that this shit was all about love and respect. Jerod gave us something beautiful.

    We all agreed that the circle could not extend beyond the four of us. Too bad because our lil 16- year – old cousin Jayson had a hellafied dick swing in his basketball shorts. Plus, he had sway back, bubble booty and lean muscular legs. He could probably ride a nigga’s dick like crazy! Sadly, we would never know. We couldn’t chance there being another Breon in the family.

    The End


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  • Oliver, the Nervous Musclestud

    When Oliver woke up, he focused on me and smiled.

    “Sorry”, he said.

    “No problem!”

    “I love waking up to see your face”, he said.

    I smiled back.

    I was feeling a little uneasy after the messages I had just read. I didn’t want to give it any attention, because I felt like Abby didn’t deserve it after the way she spoke. I decided not to immediately bring it up.

    We decided to walk around the park some more. Oliver remained shirtless. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. I wanted to touch him so bad, but I was restraining myself from doing so, trying to respect his nervousness about public displays of affection. I wanted to say something in a playful manner, but it came out more bitchy than intended.

    “Are you OK with me salivating over you in public? People might think we’re together!”

    Oliver laughed, but I could tell he realized he was being called out.

    “Sorry”, I immediately said. “You’re just not making this easy on me.”

    “No no”, he immediately countered, “you’re right, I’m being a hypocrite. It’s been a while since I’ve dated a bloke. I forget how people stare. It just makes me nervous.”

    I smiled. Oliver being nervous was what tied these few days together.

    “This is exactly why Pride is so important”, I said as we continued to walk. “It’s when we celebrate the progress we’ve made and remind ourselves that true equality, true freedom is not yet achieved. It’s a different experience when two guys are together, and you experience both sides of that. Which must be disconcerting.”

    There was a short silence.

    “And yeah, lots of people get a chance to truly be themselves for that one day at Pride. And you don’t have to identify with all of those people. You, me, them, we’re all part of that wide array of colors that make up the community. But as long as you feel nervous holding my hand in this park or making out in a changing room, more than you would with a girl… we need Pride.”

    “You were doing a hell of a lot more than making out, to be fair”, he responded. “But I see your point.”

    We walked back to the parking lot without saying a word. But Oliver slowly took my hand and held it until we got there. I felt butterflies all over.

    I drove him back to his place. During the drive I decided I had to speak up about the messages I had received. However, he talked to me about how Simone works for an organization that gives legal support to LGBTQ+ people. She had offered him and Timothy some spots on a float for Pride and he had turned them down, but Timothy was going. He texted Simone while I drove if spots were still available.

    When we got inside of his apartment, he immediately grabbed my arm and pulled me close. We made out. It was very passionate. Oliver’s hands roamed around my back as our bodies touched from our chests to our knees. I felt his cock grow against my hip. My cock grew in response. The lack of underwear in the sweatpant shorts gave us lots of space to grow.

    “I’ve been wanting to do that all day”, he whispered when he stopped kissing me for a second.

    We started taking off our clothes as Oliver laid back on the sofa. His cock, with foreskin still covering the head, was raging hard. I slowly lay over him as I kissed his stomach, his chest, his neck and then his mouth. His moans were like music to my ears, getting me incredibly excited.

    I kneeled down on the sofa with my right leg and stood with my left in such a position that Oliver could suck my cock. He did so with great enthusiasm. He clearly just loved giving oral. The video popped back in my head. His smiley, relaxed face in it was different from his face now, which was more intense. He just had to have my cock. It didn’t mean anything. I put it out of my mind when he asked me, “Would you eat my arse again?”

    I didn’t have to say anything. I stood up, and pushed his legs up. I kneeled down and licked his hole. First slowly, teasing him. His moans were long and drawn out, almost whiney, begging me for more. I gave him more. His beautifully hairless pink hole was a delight to eat out. I noticed Oliver was getting goosebumps all over his body as his eyes rolled back.

    “Huhnnn…. Ohhhh…. You are so good at that…. Ahhhh….”

    He was making me so horny, I knew I had to fuck him. His hole looked ready.

    “Can I?”, I asked.

    He looked at me, having a hard time to focus on me as his pleasure had seemingly taken him out of this world for a while.

    “Yes. Yes please!”

    I entered him, slowly. I saw him gasp, but it was definitely in a good way. As I continued to push in, I noticed his eyes watering. He never took his eyes away from mine as I slowly started fucking him.

    “Ohhhh my God, yes…..”, he uttered. A tear rolled down his eye.

    There was an intensity to our sex that just couldn’t be matched. Oliver touched my chest and my abs as I fucked him. The look in his eyes really got to me. I was starting to realize I really liked this guy and not just physically.

    I really wanted us both to last longer than the night before, but again Oliver just randomly shot his load all over his abs without touching himself. His eyes rolled back up and he grabbed my sides.

    “Oh Christ, what are you doing to meeeee…. Keep goinggg…. Aaaahh!”

    It was so hot to watch him orgasm, and to feel his hole contracting around my thick, hard cock as he did. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, but to my surprise I wasn’t cumming yet. I continued to fuck him. His body was all floppy and relaxed. His cock bounced up and down in a pool of its own semen.

    “That feels really good….”, he said, moaning.

    He reached down to his cock and started jacking, even though he had just had an orgasm. He bit his bottom lip and looked at me.

    “You’re just right up there”, he said, “Hitting the spot just right….”

    “Yeah, you like that?”, I asked.

    “Your cock is heaven, mate… You’re gonna make me shoot again soon…”

    I knew I was going to cum soon myself, but I wanted to see him shoot one more time. I changed tempo, knowing it would drive him absolutely wild if I suddenly were to go slow. I let my hips relax and really got in there with slow and deep thrusts.

    “Wha-… ohhhhhhh fuuuuck”, he exclaimed, his eyes rolling up again.

    “You’re making me-… Making me-…. Aaahhhhhhh”

    Oliver’s cock exploded a second time in just a few minutes and I knew I couldn’t hold back longer. I came inside his ass and it was the best I had ever felt.

    I put my hands by his sides and lowered myself so I could kiss him. He took my head in both of his hands and his kiss was so full of passion again.

    “I really like you, Ray”, he said.

    I smiled.

    “I really like you too.”

    We kissed again. Even though I was still inside of him, it was an emotional moment.

    I heard the front door open right behind me and Oliver’s eyes were wide open.

    “Fucking hell! Olly!!!”

    “So sorry, Tim, give us two minutes!”

    The door closed. We both burst out laughing.

    After a quick shower we entered the living room wearing nothing but towels. Timothy said nothing but silently judged us with his facial expression as we picked up our clothes and went into Oliver’s bedroom. There we snuggled some more in our afterglow. We definitely fell asleep for a little while as we were cuddled up close.

    I had a dream about Abby stealing Oliver away from me as we danced on the Pride float. I woke up, breathing heavily. Oliver was still fast sleep and snored in my arms, with his head on my chest.

    When he woke up, I asked him “Hey, can I talk to you about something?”

    “Sure!”

    I got up to get my phone and showed him the messages I had gotten. His eyes widened as he looked at them.

    “Oh my God, Ray. When did you get these?”

    “I saw them when you’d fallen asleep in the park.”

    “I’m so sorry. Please don’t believe her.”

    “But who is she? What’s going on?”

    “Abby is my ex. We were together for 8 years. This fits in her pattern of behavior.”

    “How?”

    “I had fallen in love with her pretty fast. I have a tendency to fall pretty fast, you know”, he said, smiling. “And everything was great at first. But as time went on, she would put me down. In front of others, too. Eventually she had made me feel useless. Like, I believed I was nothing. And that I was lucky to have her. She acted in such a way that I would never have the courage to leave her.”

    I noticed he was getting emotional.

    “And I truly believe that was intentional. She slept around and would ask me for forgiveness but then do it again. Until finally she had broken me so much that I wasn’t able to love her anymore. And I knew I had to leave. And that’s when I left the UK. When I left, she sent me messages that I would never love again.”

    “Wow”, I said.

    “Timothy helped me build myself back up again. And the gym. The gym is always there for me.”

    I smiled. I was reminded of that morning.

    “She is well aware that I’m bi, though. We talked about it often. But I never did anything with a guy when I was with her. Tim brought me to all these queer spaces here and it’s been great. Got fucked for the first time and never looked back”, he said, chuckling awkwardly. “You’re the only one who stuck around for longer than a night.”

    I smiled at him and stroked his arm.

    “I need you to believe me”, Oliver said.

    I looked at him, he seemed genuinely scared that I would not trust him on this.

    “Of course I believe you. I have no reason to believe her. You enjoy gay sex way too much, there’s just no way. But thanks so much for telling me all this.”

    He put his arms around my waist and held me tight as we lay in bed.

    “I’ll remove the messages and block her.”

    “I’m so sorry you had to see that video.”

    “That’s OK”, I said, “it was kinda hot.”

    That night I finally drove back to my own apartment. We had decided that after spending 48 hours together, it might be good to give each other some space. I already had a text saying ‘I miss you’ by the time I opened the front door. A beaming smile was on my face as I tried to fall asleep. It stayed there all through the week. Co-workers noticed. Susan noticed. The barista at the coffeeshop noticed. The giving each other some space was reluctant to say the least. Oliver spent Tuesday, Thursday and Friday night at my place. I spent Wednesday night at his.

    On Saturday we were on a float for Pride. It was an amazing experience to be openly affectionate with Oliver and for neither of us to feel nervous. Even for someone like Oliver, who is more introverted, the day was a success. He had fun partying with Timothy, Tessa and Simone, Warren and Heather. We spotted Susan and her husband in the crowd and she looked so happy to see me with someone.

    Oliver wore his new white jeans that made his ass look massive, which I had asked him to, and he got lots of attention from people. I noticed it made him uncomfortable at times. I realized the best way to deal with this was to keep my hand on his ass throughout the day, which we both enjoyed.

    After the parade we were exhausted and went back to my place. I thought we were going to take a nap, but Oliver had other plans, rubbing my crotch through my pants as we walked.

    “This is a whole new level of PDA”, I said.

    “Well, yes! I learned that today is when our community gets to be themselves,” he replied with that cheeky look in his eyes.

    When we got to my apartment building, I realized that just seeing him walk up the stairs in front of me, his big ass in the bright white jeans right at face level, was enough to give me a major erection.

    When we got inside, Oliver immediately opened my jeans. My cockhead had popped out the top of my briefs. “Wow”, he whispered as he went down to his knees and pulled down my underwear. My erect cock slapped him in the face. He looked up at me and smiled. It was the happy, flirtatious look I had seen in the video. He took his time to lick my cock at the sides, lick my balls, lick the head, and then go down on my dick all at once. Deeper and deeper, until he choked himself.

    “Your cock is perfection”, he said.

    I picked him up and took his hand. I led him to my bed. As he stood in my bedroom, I took off the tanktop he had worn during the parade, which smelled of his musky sweat. His body was still so beautiful to me, as I kissed his chest and licked his nipple, making him groan. In the meantime I undid the buttons of his new purchase, sliding the stretchy jeans down over his massive ass and thighs. His cock was hard. Some seminal fluid rested on the top of his cockhead, kept together by his foreskin. I pushed the skin back effortlessly, exposing his beautiful shiny head. Oliver moaned.

    I jerked him off while I continued to kiss his chest and neck. I played with his nipple with my other hand. My own cock was poking him in the belly. He started off jerking it, but I could sense the pleasure was becoming a bit much and he just stood there. His moaning got louder and higher. I loved getting him to this state.

    “I don’t know what you do to me…. You’re so good…”, he said, as if on cue.

    His whole body shivered.

    I slowly leaned into him to make him sit on the bed and then pushed him to lay down. I got on top of him and he held me tight, his legs going around my waist. We kissed. Everything felt right in that moment.

    I fucked him on his back and it was once again such an intense experience. After only a few thrusts, I made him cum handsfree.

    “You are a sex-god”, he said as he kissed me hard.

    After that he rode my cock, which was equally hot. Watching his boner bounce up and down, with drops of precum falling on my stomach every now and then turned me on real bad. Seeing Oliver take charge and switching tempo on my cock was so hot.

    “I’m going to cum!”, I said.

    Oliver starting jacking himself off and we came at the same time.

    Exhausted, we spooned and I knew we would soon fall asleep.

    “Should I set an alarm? We could still go to a party?”

    “No need to go to a party. I got my man”, he mumbled. I could tell he was close to sleep. I chuckled.

    “I love you, Ray”, he mumbled.

    I wasn’t aware if he was meaning what he was saying, but I realized I wasn’t scared to say it back.

    “I love you too, Oliver.”

    “Please. Call me Olly.”

    THE END


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  • From Minor to Major League Fun

    In the locker room following the last game of the season, the team suddenly mobbed our star player, congratulating him on being drafted into the Major Leagues. We mobbed Ramon, stripped him naked, then pushed him from one team member to another to get “punished” for him leaving us. He received lots of ass slaps, tickles and fake gut punches. Ramon loved the teasing. I, being the only gay player, especially liked watching his huge dick and nuts swinging freely around in all the excitement. We all agreed long ago that Ramon had the best body of any of us—and the biggest endowments.

    When someone pushed Ramon at me, I didn’t give him slaps—I hugged the guy. As my best friend, he responded by hugging me back. I loved feeling his big dick pressing into me.

    “Johnny,” he said, “I’ll miss you the most.”

    I felt the same way about him. Team members knew that we were buddies, but none of them knew about my gayness, not even obviously straight Ramon. I longed to have sex with him, but never dared to suggest it. I admired and worshipped him, but always silently, and in private.

    While Ramon hugged me, he whispered something in my ear that no one else could hear: “Let’s talk later.”

    “Cool,” I whispered back.

    After the team left, Ramon and I walked to a nearby park and sat down on a bench. “What’s up?” I asked.

    Ramon said nothing at first, looking deeply disturbed about something.

    “What’s wrong?”

    “I… I… This is so hard to say, and it’s so silly… Everyone thinks I have lots of affairs, and I used to, but nothing now. Nothing for way too long a time.”

    “Another girl will come along,” I reassured him.

    “Yes, but… I gotta have some action now. I can’t jerk off anymore, it doesn’t satisfy me.”

    “You want me to help you find somebody?” I asked.

    “Yeah, a handsome guy like you must know lots of great girls.”

    “Fuck,” I said in a dejected tone. “I guess you gotta know this sooner or later; and you’re leaving now anyway, so I’ll tell you: I’m gay.”

    “You’re shittin’ me!”

    “No. I’ve kept it quiet. I like girls, but not for sex.”

    “Damn. Then I’ve sure asked the wrong guy!” he said with an ironic grin.

    “Not necessarily,” I replied. I took a breath, then said, “I’ve fantasized many times about watching you cum, making you cum. If you want me to jerk you off, I will.” I smiled. “Think of it as my contribution to your new life in the Major Leagues!”

    Ramon chuckled. He was silent for a long time. “I don’t know what to say.”

    “It’s your call.”

    Ramon paused again. “My dick’s gettin’ hard right now, just thinkin’ about sex. Let’s do it.”

    “When?”

    “Tonight, man. The sooner the better. My place, O.K?”

    My mind—and my heart—raced at the thought of getting together naked with Ramon on his bed. I could hardly control my excitement. But when I entered his apartment, I knew something was wrong.

    “Having second thoughts?” I asked him.

    “Yeah. I don’t think I can go through with it.”

    I’m sure my face expressed a great disappointment.

    Ramon continued. “I mean, I’m thinking how it could wreck my future career if somebody found out.”

    “I understand. But what about me? If people found out, it could end my career too. Even if it didn’t, I still wouldn’t see you again. You’ll be off somewhere and….”

    Ramon looked at me with real sympathy.

    “If we don’t tell anybody, it’ll remain our private business,” I added. “But if you’re still uncomfortable, we can just stay friends and nothing else.”

    Ramon tilted his head back and rested it on the sofa, scowling, reflecting. He’s the kind of guy who can look incredibly sexy without doing anything. I watched him sit there, turning me on with his black, short-cropped hair, green eyes and his widely-spread, muscular thighs. He began to slowly move them together and apart, like a young bird flapping new wings. He laid a hand across the fly of his jeans suggestively. After a few more seconds, he gave his dick a rub.

    “Oh crap, man, I can’t stand it. I’m gettin’ hard.” He got up and I followed him to the bedroom.

    Ramon pulled off his tee, shorts and brief, dove naked onto the bed and flipped himself on his back—almost in a single movement. His dick was not fully rigid. But even when it wasn’t, the thing measured at least six inches.

    My buddy grabbed a small towel from a bedside table and draped it over his face. “I hope this doesn’t offend you, but it might be better if I didn’t see a guy jerkin’ me.”

    “No problem,” I grinned. “Wanna cum right away, or make it last a while?”

    “Make it all night if you can!”

    Those were just the words I wanted to hear. I stripped naked and sat on the bed next to that fantastic physique. I had seen Ramon’s body many times in the showers, but now I had it all to myself. His dick hardened rapidly as I stared at it—a perfectly straight muscle that extended about eight inches from his large, bulging ball sack. The thick tool clung tightly against his gut, so I would first have to pry it away to get a good grip. Since he lay at my right, I put my right hand on his big boner. It immediately began to pulse wildly. Ramon grunted in pleasure as I slowly worked my fingers under and around the middle of his huge shaft. I simply held it for a while, exhilarated by the feel of that awesome tool.

    My buddy grunted more when I started to pry the muscle away from his gut. I went slowly, giving Ramon a chance to get used to my control, and eventually brought the shaft to an almost upright position. I reached my left hand over to the bedside table and grasped a container of lube. I spread a little on the rod and began to stroke it.

    “Ah!” said Ramon, in a sexy, half whispering voice.

    Again, I proceeded very slowly. Nevertheless, Ramon was getting major pleasure from my stroking. After a short time, the long cock grew even longer. “Holy shit,” I said to myself, watching the rod achieve at least a ten-inch length while I worked on it.

    Ramon groaned louder and started to squirm from the pleasure. I didn’t want to push too hard, so I turned my attention to his balls. Some guys don’t like anyone messing with their nuts. As a precaution I began by tickling them lightly. My buddy spread his legs wider—a good sign. When I went further and cupped them in my hand (not easy with balls the size of his), the sack skin instantly tightened. The huge testicles hardened as well. I spent a lot of time feeling them, one-at-a-time and together, then trying some limited squeezing. Ramon went for it. His sexy groaning continued, and soon the cock reacted too: I saw some of the stud’s sex juice ooze from his cum hole. Seeing my buddy’s cum—even a drop of it—made me so horny that my cock started to twitch.

    “Oh god, that feels so good,” said Ramon quietly. He spread his legs wider—so wide that I had to swing a leg over his right thigh, resting my right knee on the mattress, close to his crotch. I got another thrill by sitting my naked ass on that muscular thigh and feeling my balls against it.

    I put four fingers under his ball sack and placed my thumb on top, between the giant testicles. I pressed down lightly into the lowest part of his stiff shaft.

    “Ah!” gasped Ramon, immediately pleasure-struck by a place on his shaft he may not have explored before. I suspected that, because he pulled the towel off his face and lifted his head to see what was causing such overwhelming pleasure. Unable to see much, he replaced the towel and laid back again. As I played more with the bottom of his shaft, Ramon slid his left foot toward his crotch, bending the leg into a very sexy inverted V position. Then he started to rock the upright knee back and forth.

    I moved my hand to the top portion of his shaft and took hold of it. I couldn’t resist feeling his pre-cum. When I put the pad of my thumb against the wet cum hole, Ramon’s whole body jumped. I waited for him to calm down a little and then began to lightly caress the lubed hole. The stud gripped the mattress with each hand as pleasure attacked it.

    “Fuck!” he gasped, pulling the towel away again. This time he tossed it across the room, at last acknowledging me—and respecting me—as the source of his ecstasy. I smiled as Ramon watched the motion of my thumb on his hole, and later, the wide surface of the cock head. The intense pleasure soon forced his balls to give up more pre-cum, a generous load of it. He propped himself up on his elbows. “Buddy, where did you learn to do this?” he gasped.

    I grinned. “It feels good?”

    “Oh god, oh god!” exclaimed Ramon, falling back onto the mattress.

    I moved alongside him again to position myself better for work on the top of his cock. Over the next several minutes he writhed continuously as I caressed his cum-coated head. He growled. He gasped. At one point he lifted his butt above the mattress as high as he could, straining at the peak of pleasure. It was also an unspoken way of letting me know how fantastic he felt.

    The stud’s pleasure kept growing. His body let me know by twisting and writhing as if Ramon had no control of that beautiful physique. The movements became athletic, even violent. Many times his upper body sprang up suddenly, only to sink down again. He rocked from one side to the other, not knowing how to handle his pleasure-drunk cock head. Finally in desperation, Ramon sat up and grabbed me. He locked his right arm around my neck and pulled me down beside him. He tightened the head lock as I stroked and teased his oozing cum-hole.

    The more his pleasure escalated, the more muscle he put into the headlock. It became a battle of who would dominate who. The head lock turned into a choke and I started to gasp for air. It was a sexy moment—the stud choking me while I drove his cock into progressively higher levels of ecstasy. My cock started to twitch as Ramon cut off more and more of my air. The choke finally got to me. I felt weak; my fingers stopped moving on his shaft-head.

    “Submit!” my buddy demanded. “Submit!”

    “O.K!” I whispered.

    “Tap out on my cock!”

    I barely had the strength to move, but his erotic tap-out order energized me. I tapped his huge shaft several times. He waited until I did it a second time before releasing the choke. But I liked the fact that he didn’t disengage the head lock.

    “Man, you almost put me out,” I said, grinning. I gave his shaft a squeeze and wrapped my fingers around it. “Two can play that game.” Without warning I forced the rigid, gut-clinging tool to an upright position.

    “Ah!” yelled Ramon.

    I increased the pressure by slowly forcing the huge shaft backward. It fought hard against me, surprisingly hard.

    “No!” grunted the stud.

    I kept pulling, inching the tool down toward a pin between Ramon’s outstretched thighs.

    “Stop!” begged the stud.

    “I’m gonna make it kiss the bed!” I warned.

    “I give! I give!”

    “Tap out on my cock!” I said in an obvious attempt to get him to touch my rod. Ramon hesitated. But then he did as instructed. His taps made my inflamed cock jump for joy—something that my buddy definitely noticed. He released the head lock and rolled onto his right side to face me. I rolled onto my left and waited to see what he would do next, without any prompting from me. He stared my cock for a long time, then gave it a flick with his left index finger. The tool quickly swung back, ready for more. Ramon gave it several additional flicks, grinning as he watched its reactions.

    “Does that hurt?” he said.

    “Yeah, but I also love it!”

    More flicks led to short, low-impact punches with his fist that really turned me on. “Yeah!” I gasped. “Never had it punched until now.”

    “I never saw a guy’s hard dick until now,” he replied, continuing to play with my tool.

    Sometimes he’d stop and simply gaze at my rod—possibly out of curiosity or fascination. I doubted he could admire it, since his beat me by several inches in length and in girth. Yet, I loved the visual attention he was giving my rod. I swear that made me even hornier. My cock did some heavy twitching while he stared at it, like it was showing off for him.

    At last I got my wish: Ramon put his fingers around my shaft and held it for a long time.

    “God, it’s so fuckin’ hard!” he said excitedly. The stud gave my rod a good check, feeling it from top to bottom. Then he did the same with my balls. I groaned and spread my legs for him.

    “You like ball stuff too,” he observed watching my reactions.

    “Yeah. You could make me cum that way!”

    “I’ll keep that in mind!” he said with a grin, cupping my nuts in his hand.

    Despite the pleasure, I wanted to get back to the stud’s cock. I grasped it firmly. That move suddenly re-ignited his pleasure; more pre-cum ejected from the monster tool. I spread it around and started to jack the shaft slowly.

    “Oh shit,” he grunted. He began to squirm again as pleasure raged inside him.

    I stopped and held the shaft motionless to guard against an unexpected orgasm.

    “Yes, yes,” he whispered, putting a hand on my stroking arm to approve my pause. “It feels so good when you hold it like that.”

    “Anytime you want, buddy.”

    He raised his left leg and rested it on my right leg, opening his crotch wider. His balls looked more massive and bulged out than earlier.

    “You have very sexy nuts, man,” I said.

    Ramon surprised me again by sliding closer to me, then putting his left arm around my shoulder. This straight buddy of mine was cuddling! My body started to tremble in excitement.

    “What’s wrong?” he asked.

    “Nothin’ at all,” I assured him. “Having you close like this was always my biggest fantasy.”

    “Now it’s no longer a fantasy.”

    Ramon hugged me. Not a quick hug, but a long one that meant more. I rewarded him by resuming my work on his shaft. As I slowly jacked it, he pushed his cock closer to me. I could feel pre-cum oozing onto my hand at almost regular intervals. When he got close to cumming, I paused and enjoyed listening to his groans from the pleasure that had built up.

    I repeated the jacking and pausing many times over many minutes. It became a cycle that we both flowed with very well. Ramon seemed to get as much out of the pauses as the jacking. “Keep holding,” he said frequently.

    “Damn, I love feeling your grip,” he said breathlessly.

    “Yeah, your cock is all wet.”

    “I’m close to cumming,” he whispered.

    “Not yet, buddy,” I replied.

    I rolled him on his back and released the shaft to its place against his gut. He laid a hand on my thigh and rubbed it. Soon he had his fingers around my rod again. He began to stroke it tentatively. “Am I doing it O.K?”

    “Better than O.K!” I sat up on my knees next to him and spread my legs wide as he stroked.

    “Your cock is the strongest muscle you have, buddy!” he said, smiling. “Like a rock.”

    “If mine’s a rock, yours is a mountain!” I joked.

    I sat between Ramon’s powerful thighs, ready to go after his shaft again with the kind of long grip that injected his cock with so much pleasure. I grasped the lowest part of the shaft with my left hand—so low that it also pressed down onto his big balls. I squeezed—hard.

    “Ahhhh!” he shouted, feeling an awesome surge of pleasure and pain. He plunged a fist into the mattress.

    “I’ve got you now!” I yelled. “Give!”

    “No!” he grunted.

    I leaned down toward the shaft and gave it even more—a death squeeze.

    Ramon’s body froze.

    “Give!” I demanded again.

    “Fuck” he yelled. “No!”

    Despite the pain, I figured that the extreme grip turned Ramon on too much to ever submit, and I was correct. So I tore into his shaft with no mercy and no time limit—something I’d always wanted to do with a big cock. My buddy cried out, but he was still unwilling to give up and stop the squeeze—fortunately for both of us!

    I let him feel it for a minute or so, then raised my right hand, claw-shaped, for him to see. I held it near the top of his oozing cock. I saw his eyes widen, imagining the extraordinary pleasure that both of my hands could give him.

    “Make me give!” he said.

    I slam-captured the upper shaft, adding a second bear hug to his tall sex muscle. The sudden, violent pleasure of it forced a loud, low-pitched cry from the core of Ramon’s masculinity. He rose to a sit-up position and locked his hands on my arms to make sure the hold continued.

    As I squeezed into the shaft with both hands, my buddy’s eyes flashed a stunned look of outrageous ecstasy and ultimate submission I’d never seen before. The look was so sexy that it nearly made me cum. In fact, some of my juice did spurt out.

    I began to pull his giant shaft upward, tightening the ball skin around each massive testicle. Ramon’s mouth opened wide in amazement. A large amount of pre-cum emerged from his cock and started to run down onto my hand. I couldn’t’ resist any longer: I lowered my mouth to the top of the shaft and took possession of the head.

    My buddy groaned as an all-conquering pleasure began to conquer him. He gripped the back of my neck with both hands and interlocked the fingers. “Yes, yes!” he yelled.

    Ramon forced my head lower, demanding me to take more of his wide shaft. I moved my double bear hug to the bottom of the cock and gave him what he wanted. I felt some of his juice eject from the cum-hole. The stud gasped as I swallowed it. He pulled me closer, forcing my mouth to consume another inch of his huge shaft. I thought it impossible, but somehow I succeeded. Ramon muscled my head still lower, totally filling my throat with his swelling, pulsing meat. Finally the stud could force it no further. I groaned in fright as Ramon held my head firmly in place with both hands and tried to choke me into submission. I groaned louder, but he was serious about the choking.

    I couldn’t escape, and I couldn’t resist. As a last resort, I grabbed his nuts and squeezed as hard as I could. The stud screamed. I felt his shaft tighten. I squeezed again.

    “Ah! Fuck! I submit! I give!” he shouted.

    A few seconds later, Ramon’s shaft erupted. I didn’t have to swallow his cum: it fired far down inside my throat. The guy never seemed to run out of power; he fed me long and hard.

    Although his hands dropped from my head after a while, my buddy kept feeding me in lesser amounts. I slid my mouth upward on his rod a few inches, but had no thought of freeing it. I began massaging the cock with my tongue. The stud moaned in ongoing pleasure as his cum hole spit out sporadic loads over many minutes.

    “That was hot, man,” he said at last, breathing hard. “I like it when we get rough.”

    I continued to suck the top of his warm shaft.

    “Oh man,” said Ramon quietly, still dominated by the pleasure I wielded.

    I slowly changed my position, lying so that I rested the side of my head on the stud’s gut—always keeping the top of his shaft in my mouth. He stroked my shoulder and head as my tongue teased more cum out of him.

    “You’re gonna keep me cummin’ all night…you’re gonna wear me down, man,” groaned Ramon. He pulled me tightly against his body and held me there with his right bicep. “This is so great, man. Better than I ever expected. You’re like an to answer to a prayer….”

    The last thing I remember before falling asleep was a soft groan from my buddy and another spurt of his cum in my mouth….

    I awoke in the middle of the night, feeling Ramon’s fingers on my rod. They toyed with it, tickled it, tested it, as if checking the cock’s hardness from top to bottom—even down deep into the ball sack. The pleasure was awesome. I let him play with the rod, pretending I was still asleep. It thrilled me even more to know that my hunky team mate, my fantasy stud, was touching it—the guy I least expected would ever do that. Before long, cum began to leak from my cock. Ramon explored it with a finger. That made the pleasure grow almost out of control. To avoid an orgasm, I groaned as if waking up.

    “Feels good,” I said softly.

    “I never thought I’d ever like messing with a guy’s cock. But I do—maybe just yours.”

    I stroked his arm and chest.

    “You’re always so fuckin’ hard, I can’t believe it,” he said.

    I smiled. “When I’m around you I am.”

    “Damn. I love feelin’ your thick juice. Will doing this make you cum?” he asked, still fingering the slippery tip of my cock.

    “Oh yeah,” I gasped.

    “Very cool,” replied Ramon.

    The more I groaned, the more confident his fingers became. Soon they gradually went from touching to exploring to dominating the shaft. Everything he did felt spectacular. But at one point he unleashed an unexpected, major league squeeze on my cock that stunned me.

    “Shit!” I whispered, as intense pleasure and intense pain merged inside my shaft.

    “You wanna give?” he asked.

    “No way!” I groaned.

    “That’s what I wanna hear!” said Ramon.

    He proceeded to attack me like a wrestler torturing his opponent with one brutal submission hold after another—except that he put all the moves on my cock. I screamed as he twisted and wrenched it into frightening, extreme positions that I wasn’t prepared for. Still, I didn’t give up. Not content using one hand, Ramon grabbed my shaft with both and tried to bend it in half, like a metal bar—at least, that’s what it felt like. I screamed louder and clutched his body.

    “Submit?”

    “Fuck!” I shrieked, stupidly unwilling to let him win.

    “Still no? You’re a tough one, but it doesn’t matter if you give up or don’t give up: I’m gonna find your breaking point regardless!” he yelled over my screams.

    I watched in horror as Ramon’s powerful hands continued forcing my cock to bend, using incredible force at each end of the straining muscle.

    “No!” I shouted again and again. At the same time I kept hugging the guy, even though I should have been fighting back with serious blows to his body. Instead, for some reason I took the cock torture, despite the damage my buddy could be doing to it.

    “Your balls are lookin’ good, man,” said Ramon as he bent my shaft further. “They’re next!”

    (end)


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  • The start of a new life

    Id recently moved into a new bedsit n an old house that had been split into flats. I didn’t know any one in the area so felt a bit lonely. I was also rather shy so that didn’t help. There were two guys who shared a flat in the block, young, trendy, and thin they both were. There names were Trev and Jason and they always said hello every time we passed. I was still a virgin at the time and thought I was straight but I was beginning to think these two might be gay. I started to wonder what it might be like making love to another man.I have to admit that though I was a virgin I wasn’t entirely innocent. I had discovered the joy of masturbation and loved getting my clothes off when I was on my own. Id had a strict upbringing but whenever I was left alone I would get naked.I did rather like wearing tight trousers and showing off my body too

    After living there for a few months Jason came and knocked on my door one Friday evening. “Hi me and Trev wondered if you would like to come up to our flat for a drink, get to know each other “. I was hit by a sense of slight shock and excitment. “Yeah that would be great”. “Cool come up when your ready but dont be to long. See you shortly” and with that he turned and went back upstairs turning to give me a cheeky grin as he went. Wow here I was being invited into the flat of two guys who could be gay and I felt myself getting excited and nervous. I had no idea what was going to happen but  found a tight pair of trousers and my skimpiest underwear to put on and then left my bedsit and climbed the stairs. Jason greeted me at the door to their flat and led me into the lounge. Jason had dyed blond hair, earrings and a few tattoos which I rather liked . Trev also had earrings and tattoos but he kept his hair its natural colour, brown. They both had medium length hair and I suppose you would describe them as emo. Trev welcomed me and said “Great of you to come. We thought we would both like to get to know you better”. We sat down and chatted away about ourselves and things in  general for a while whilst sinking a few beers. I sat there drinking and looking at the two of them thinking I ought to get a few tattoos and piercings and explore my wilder side. Whist thinking about being wilder something happened that started me onto the path to becoming the gay slut I am today.

    Trev said”Its getting hot in here,think I need to take some clothes off” and  with that peeled off his shirt. He had some tattoos on his chest and side which I found really nice. He then lent over to Jason and kissed him full on the lips. Jason looked over at me and said”Dont feel left out” and with that came over , lent don and kissed me on my lips.I had never been kissed by another man but I found myself really turned on. “Ooo did you like that”asked Jason. “Yes ” I replied.Jason proceeded to kiss me again but this time I felt his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I didn’t fight it but instead forced mine into his mouth. I felt so horny. Next I felt his hand rubbing against the front of my trousers. My cock was now rock hard. I don’t know why, probably because I felt so horny but I pulled away from Jason , ripped off my tshirt undid my trousers and pulled them off too. Jason just looked at me and said”wow your so hot. Me and Trev thought you might be gay so we got you up here to find out”. “Seems I am, lets all get naked”. suddenly clothes were flying every where and in no time all three of us were naked and hugging and kissing each other. I felt like I was in heaven. Id never felt so alive or excited. Trev took hold of me and told me to lay on the couch. I did as he said then the two of them started to kiss my neck and chest before slowly working down my belly and groin. Trev then licked up and down my cock before taking it in his mouth and sucking hard on it. Jason mean while returned to kissing me on the lips. I reached down and felt his hard cock, rapped my hand round it and started to wank him.”Can I lick and suck it?” I asked. Jason didn’t answer but  moved to place his cock near my face. I moved forward and slipped it into my mouth. I felt ornier than ever with his cock in my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could. This felt so good I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer. I felt myself explode in Trevs mouth. I had to stop sucking Jason for a second and I felt his cock slip out of my mouth. I opened my eyes to see him wanking himself and then felt his hot spunk shoot all over my face. I wondered what it tasted like so licked my lips to taste it. “Mmmm you taste good Jason” I said. “We thought you might be gay so we thought we would get you here and find out. Never thought you would be so gay and wild”Jason said. “Well I had guessed you two were probably gay but I was suprised  to find myself excited at the thought of coming here. Yes Im certainly gay and I cant wait to do this again”.  Trev smiled and said”we cant wait to do this again either. We will definately introduce you to the gay scene. We sat there chatting for the rest of the evening. I did enjoy the three of us sitting naked discussing all things gay. By the end of the evening I had decided to get my ears pierced and start getting my body tattooed. Jason had talked me into getting my hair dyed blond too. I had also agreed to go to the local gay club with them. Life was about to get interesting

  • Repairman

    After Sam moved into his home on the top floor of an apartment block, he became fascinated with his neighbours. They occupied the far end unit and he lived next door to them. The six units on each floor were mirror images of one another and Sam, therefore, shared an adjoining bedroom wall with Tex and Gail. They had a very noisy sex life and Sam would frequently hear them cavorting after two a.m.

    Gail worked at a nightclub from six p.m. till two a.m., and after being collected by Tex after her shift ended, the nightly gasp and grunt show commenced. The format of what transpired next door consisted of arguing, followed by slapping, before the inevitable gasps and groans would ensue.

    Ironically, Sam did not mind the noise and would always join in, in absentia, and excitedly masturbate as he imagined what was happening next door.

    Tex and Gail were rough looking, and the buxom Gail had a big butt and huge tits. Gail was unattractive and her short black hair had a purple streak across the middle of her head. Her overdone makeup always gave her a sluttish appearance.

    Tex was a repairman and on his pickup the initials, AHR appeared, which was an acronym for All Home Repairs. Tex was a big guy, with long brown hair that he wore in a ponytail. He had full-sleeved tattoos on his arms and generally wore well-used jeans and scruffy t-shirts. Despite his rough appearance, Tex was good-looking. He had expressive eyes and a beautiful nose. His goatee, however, always looked like it was in need of a good trimming.

    Tex’s left front incisor tooth was so badly chipped and it almost appeared like he had a gap between his top front teeth. Tex’s hands were very large and rough, and the tips of the fourth and fifth fingers on his left hand were missing. One was left in no doubt that he was a blue-collar worker. Tex also permeated a manly hum, resulting from constant visible damp stains under his armpits. Having said all that, there was something very sexy about him, and every time Sam encountered Tex in the passage, Tex’s animal magnetism began to intrigue Sam more and more. This was rather strange, because Tex wasn’t really the kind of guy that Sam would normally be interested in.

    When Sam began experiencing a problem with his kitchen faucet a few weeks later, the matter began to escalate by the day. He was slightly reticent to call on Tex to assist with his dilemma but finally decided to do so, hoping to negate the callout fee that he figured Tex might hopefully forgo.

    After Tex had dropped Gail off at work the following evening, Sam exasperatedly knocked on Tex’s door at six-thirty. Tex was wearing a skanky t-shirt and shorts, as well as being barefoot as he opened the door.

    After Sam explained his situation, Tex surprisingly insisted on following Sam him to his apartment immediately for a closer inspection. In his haste to solve his dilemma, however, Sam had not factored in the homoerotic art that he had hanging in his apartment.

    Upon entering Sam’s home, this oversight by Sam was definitely not missed by Tex, as Tex enthrallingly scanned the living room walls.

    What the hell,’ Sam cogitated after Tex’s arrival, ‘The cat’s out the bag.

    Next, as Tex evaluated the problem, Sam made a joke about saving on the callout fee, to which Tex merely smiled. After making a quick assessment, Tex said he would return in a couple of minutes.

    Fortunately, Sam had a few beers in the refrigerator and offered Tex one upon his return, in the hope that his hospitality might save him the extra few bucks.

    As Tex went about his work, Sam hovered nearby observing Tex at work. As he did, so he realised that Tex was actually even better looking than he had formerly thought. Tex obviously knew what he was doing because the work progressed seamlessly.

    “Yer look a little tense,” Tex said glancing at Sam, after Tex had completed his task.

    “Really…?” Sam replied, somewhat bewildered.

    “Yeah, I’ve never seen anyone ever visiting you,” Tex stated, matter-of-factly.

    Before Sam could respond, Tex persevered, “Pardon my crudeness, but yer looks like yer in need of a good service.”

    Sam’s flabbergasted demeanour now spurred Tex on even further. “Yer can always tell a gay guy that’s being well serviced from one who ain’t… because they are far less uptight and they have a sparkle in their eyes,” Tex explained, with a challenging look on his face.

    At this point, things had become so bizarre that Sam felt that his knees were about to give way from under him. Grasping at straws and hoping like hell to regain some composure, Sam attempted to introduce a bit of humour to steady the situation.

    “So, are you now about to suggest introducing me to a gay relative or gay buddy of yours?” Sam asked with fake bravado.

    “Nah, yer backside is yer own business,” Tex stated matter-of-factly, nullifying Sam’s question.

    Then, with a salacious grin, Tex again assumed control of the situation.

    “You see… the thang is, gay men need to have their butts serviced, to keep them happy and chilled, just like a female needs her pussy well-serviced,” Tex stated with an air of authority.

    “Oh?” was all Sam could manage, now totally mystified.

    Without missing a beat, Tex now commenced expounding on his theory. “I regularly offer pussy service to my female customers and they love it. Of course, pussy is pussy, so how can I refuse,” Tex stated, in a contemptuous manner.

    Ironically, what would normally have sickened Sam now began to excite him. In addition, Tex’s heady aroma also started overwhelming Sam’s rational thought.

    Jesus… this fuckin’ man is a walking sex-bomb,’ Sam thought as his nostrils began to twitch with horniness.

    “But… what about Gail?” Sam then asked, in a quavering voice.

    After a laugh, Tex answered, “She’s fucking her old boss, buddy, and it won’t be long before she moves out.”

    “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Sam retorted, feigning sincerity.

    “Why? Can’t wait for the bitch to leave, because that whore is into money,” Tex answered with a derisive guffaw. “I’m tired of her bullshit and the sooner she fucks off, the better,” Tex concluded, decisively.

    Sam just stood there dumbfounded. He had entered a twilight zone and nothing was making any sense to him any longer. ‘Is this straight guy fuckin’ with my head?’ he asked himself.

    After Tex took a final swig of his beer, Sam nervously asked, “How much do I owe you?”

    “Well… there’s no call-out fee as yer mentioned, and with yer being a neighbour and all, I reckon that a barter deal would be appropriate,” Tex said in an overtly butch manner, before running his forearm across his nose.

    “Barter deal?” Sam questioned, now entirely dumbfounded.

    “Sure, I kinda figured that a blowjob will settle yer debt satisfactorily,” Tex pragmatically countered, his eyes now ablaze with horniness.

    “I… umm, would rather just pay you,” Sam stammered, as he began to wonder if this was a trap of some sort, and whether he would end up concussed in his apartment if he took the bait.

    “Nah, I want a blowjob,” Tex countered abruptly.

    Tex then began moving towards Sam and shortly his body was pinned up against the kitchen counter. Then, clamping Sam’s hips, Tex’s mouth began to search for Sam’s lips. Sam initially tried to avoid this, but Tex’s left hand swiftly moved up anchored Sam’s head. As Sam clamped his mouth shut, Tex’s tongue began to move to and fro across his lips. As Sam kept resisting, he had never been more turned on in his life.

    In all honesty, the reality of such an event had never dawned on him before, but much as Sam wanted to fight Tex off, his yearning body let him down and finally, his lips just gave in.

    As Tex’s long tongue explored Sam’s mouth, Sam capitulated to him completely, and when Tex finally released Sam’s lips, he said, “Tex is going to give yer a good fucking. Yer butt is going to be well-serviced when good ole Tex is done with yer.”

    After pulling Sam’s t-shirt up and over his head, Tex’s mouth moved down and suctioned onto Sam’s right nipple. After lolling his tongue on Sam’s tit for a short while, Tex’s chipped tooth began to mistreat Sam’s nipple. The feeling was indescribable and the discomfort was well worth it. As Tex then moved to Sam’s other tit, his hands pushed Sam’s shorts and underpants down. Sam’s other nipple got scuffed as Tex’s rough middle finger also began to stroke his manhole. Sam almost convulsed with pleasure before Tex lifted him in his arms, and carried Sam through to the bedroom.

    Once there, Tex pulled his own t-shirt off, before pushing his pants, and underpants down. As Sam looked at Tex’s dick, his heart almost stopped as she observed the huge uncut schlong swaying from Tex’s hips.

    Then, after placing Sam on his back, Tex mounted the bed on his knees before pushing Sam’s legs backward. After clamping Sam’s thighs with his hands, Tex lowered his torso before suctioning his mouth onto Sam’s rosebud. Tex’s tongue now began snaking in and out of Sam’s butt-hole, before Tex’s chipped front tooth began to rasp at fleshy folds of Sam’s balloon knot.

    Sam had never felt anything so stimulating in his life. After Sam’s hands gripped onto Tex’s head, Tex began to intensify his feverish gnawing. Tex kept up his oral persistence, tantalizing Sam relentlessly. Writhing like a serpent, Sam began to gasp in rapture.

    Next, Tex placed his knob on Sam’s portal before pushing his knob into Sam’s crinkled star. On outstretched arms, Tex now hovered over Sam as his dick attacked Sam’s bum-hole ferociously. As Tex commenced hammering his cock into Sam’s rear end like a man possessed, Sam’s frame surrendered to Tex’s animalistic onslaught in a trancelike state of total rapture.

    Finally, when Tex’s body went into overdrive, Tex yelled, “Are yer ready for my spunk, boy?”

    “Fuck, yes,” Sam shrieked rapturously.

    Tex then delivered a mother-load of jizz into Sam’s snatch as he pummelled Sam’s portal savagely.

    Sam had never been so comprehensively fucked in his life. As Tex’s pungent body collapsed on top of him, Sam groaned with unbridled satisfaction, happy about the brilliant barter deal that he had wisely accepted.

    Sam kept lying on the bed after Tex departed; overcome by the most blissful exhaustion he had ever felt.

    For the following three nights, Sam again listened to the nightly noises from next door. There was a touch of despair within him as he feared that his experience with Tex might have been an aberration. What was most disappointing was that Tex had not even spoken to him at all.

    In the early hours of Sunday morning, however, things were surprisingly subdued next door. At around nine that morning, as Sam stood in his kitchen looking out of the window onto the back parking area, as he sipped his coffee he observed Tex and Gail on the way to Tex’s pickup with a number of suitcases in hand.

    Less than thirty-minutes later, Sam heard a knock at his front door, and when he opened the door, Tex was standing there with a smile on his face.

    “I’ve got rid of the bitch,” he said, before concluding, “I’ve just dropped her off with the boss she’s been fucking.”

    Sam barely got a chance to respond before Tex told Sam to get his keys and follow. Excitedly, Sam did as commanded.

    The apartment next door was like a pigsty. Bottles and dirty laundry lay scattered about, and worst of all there were overflowing ashtrays in the lounge. As Sam stood looking and somewhat stunned, Tex uttered, “She was a lazy bitch who didn’t know how to care for her man.”

    Without pause, Tex then began removing his shorts, underpants, and t-shirt, before herding Sam through to the bedroom. Upon their arrival in the bedroom, Sam’s clothes were pulled off his body before he was flung onto the bed on his stomach.

    “Yer repairman needs some serious fucking,” Tex exclaimed, as he mounted Sam’s body. Tex wasn’t interested in any chitchat and shortly Sam was clamped in his pungent embrace, as Tex’s impatient knob immediately laid claim to Sam’s arse. As he humped Sam’s body, he began to grunt like a happy hog at his food trough, and soon Sam felt like he had hyper-bunny going ballistic on top of him. Tex was a total fuck-machine.

    Tex’s huge cock was giving Sam exactly what he had needed and Sam’s second service was pleasing him beyond comprehension. Sam was now totally addicted to Tex’s knob, and he instinctively knew that he was most probably crossing the threshold to a new dawn of sexual enslavement.

    After a short while of solid fucking, Tex lifted off him before explaining that as they were now in the corner unit, being noisy wasn’t a problem. Any confusion that Sam had about this pronouncement was soon sorted out when Tex began spanking his arse vigorously.

    “You have to know your place, boy,” Tex admonished, as Tex continued solidly whacking Sam’s arse. After an initial shock, Sam began to feel a tsunami of lust overwhelm his body as Tex’s arm swayed two and fro like a metronome.

    Deliberately adding to the drama, Sam loudly begged for mercy as his cheeks reddened.

    When Tex’s strikes abated a short while later, Tex’s stumped fingers entered Sam’s backside and plundered his pucker. Tex’s animalistic grunts further excited Sam as Tex’s fingers continued to ransack Sam’s butt-hole.

    Next, Tex then replaced his fingers with his dick and commenced manically pummelling Sam’s arse.

    After lowering his torso onto Sam’s body, Tex’s fingers began tweaking Sam’s tits. Ultimately, after moving his one hand downward, Tex commenced squeezing Sam’s dick and balls frenziedly. Sam was so overexcited at this point, that his cock erupted like a breached dam wall as his body shuddered uncontrollably. Sam had never orgasmed so intensely before.

    When Sam finally felt Tex’s body lifting off him, Tex then issued his next command.

    “Turn over.” Once he had done so, Tex nestled himself straight back onto Sam’s body. Sam was astonished that Tex’s knob was still rock-hard as it snuggled between his thighs. Moments later, Sam’s legs were lifted before Tex’s cock once more burrowed into his backside.

    I could get used to this,’ Sam gleefully ruminated, as his next service got underway.


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