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Epilogue

The man had his back turned, watching something intently across the vast expanse of water. The waves crashed against the stony shore, but it didn’t look like he minded. He was wearing warm clothes, and the weather, cloudy and bent on nothing good, didn’t seem to faze him.

Johnny was holding Ruslan’s hand in his, and he could feel a small tremble in the long elegant fingers as they marched through the pebbles that made little crunching sounds underneath their feet.

The cold fingers coiled inside his palm, and then released him. Johnny stood back on purpose, letting Ruslan break into a sprint, making pebbles rise as he ran toward the man on the shore. The man didn’t seem to notice, and Ruslan stopped at a fair distance from him.

Only then, Johnny quickened his pace. He took Ruslan by the hand, making his lover half turn and look at him with grateful eyes. Together, they walked toward the final point of their current destination.

“Papa?” Ruslan said hesitantly.

This time, when Johnny let him go, Ruslan didn’t stop. Instead, as the man turned, he lunged forward, landing into his grandfather’s arms.

“Russy,” Douglas said gently.

Ruslan pushed his head into Douglas’s shoulder and began crying. Douglas caressed his head with a slightly trembling hand. “Oh, Russy.”  His voice was filled with love and Johnny felt, for an instant, like an intruder.

But Douglas’s eyes landed on him, and they were warm, letting him know it was his right to be there.

“Why did you leave me?” Ruslan asked between sobs.

“I thought I did it for you. Forgive an old fool,” Douglas continued while still caressing Ruslan’s head. “I had your love and thought that was the only way I could still have it. I was an egoist, after all, and nothing more.”

“You were,” Ruslan replied petulantly. “You left me all alone.”

He sniffed and let Douglas wipe his cheeks with a handkerchief as if he was a little kid. Johnny could tell Ruslan enjoyed it, the care and love his grandfather showed him.

“I didn’t leave you alone, Russy. You have Johnny. And your real father.”

“Were you afraid of him? My real father?” Ruslan asked, looking up, into Douglas’s eyes.

“It wasn’t fear.” Douglas shook his head. “But guilt. I knew I couldn’t protect you. These young beasts,” he added with a sigh. “I heard of Nigel. I know it must be against everything I taught you, but I feel relieved that he’s no longer among us. I knew your real father could offer you the protection I couldn’t.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Ruslan said. “And I don’t care about anything else. But why didn’t you tell me you were my grandfather?”

“For the same reason,” Douglas replied. “I thought, in my foolishness, that I was protecting you when I was doing nothing else but protecting myself. Maybe I feared you would hold me accountable for your mother’s disappearance, and all your suffering during those years I couldn’t find you.”

“But you looked for me,” Ruslan said.

“Always. Never stopped. I looked for your mother, too, but she’s nowhere to be found. For years, I feared the worst.”

“Do you still fear?”

Douglas caressed Ruslan’s hair slowly. “I have you here. It is a good time to let go of some of the hurt. Not all of it. It will be with me forever, how I didn’t hurry to stop her the moment rushed through that door, thinking that I didn’t love her. You’re here to ease my burden, and for that, I am grateful.”

“Will you come back?” Ruslan asked.

Douglas looked around. “It’s quiet here. I left you everything. Is it too much if I want to enjoy the quiet?”

Ruslan shook his head slowly. “I won’t tell a soul.”

“You can tell your father. He’ll understand. I know he isn’t the man I ever wanted for my daughter or the father I wanted for my grandchild, but I know he loves you. That’s enough for me.”

Martin approached solemnly, and Johnny turned toward him. “I have tea and cookies ready. They’re getting colder.”

Johnny could understand a thing or two from what Martin wasn’t saying. Here, in this remote place, Douglas and Martin could be themselves. They did deserve it.

Douglas took Ruslan by the shoulders, and they began walking. With a smile, he touched Johnny’s arm.

They all fell into the same pace and walked toward the house. Johnny felt the quiet all around them, as they moved through the misty air now burdened with the humidity brought from the ocean. “We’ll come to visit,” he found himself talking.

Douglas turned toward him with a warm smile. “I hope you do. Johnny, I’m thankful you’re here, and that you were by Ruslan’s side, during hard times.”

“I will always be, sir,” Johnny said with determination.

His words were met with a small laugh. “You know you can call me Douglas, Johnny. We’re family, after all.”

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Ruslan pitter-pattered to the bed, his feet naked, and stopped in front of it.

“What is it, pretty?” Johnny straightened up and pushed himself up on his elbows.

“I can’t believe it. I have everything now.”

“You do?” Johnny smiled and threw his lover a look full of meaning. “I can bet you have way too many clothes on.”

Ruslan laughed, throwing his head back, and exposing his neck. Johnny moved fast and grabbed him, sinking his teeth into the flawless skin.

“Ouch,” Ruslan protested. “There’s not long until the wedding. It would be a shame to wear a large scarf to hide love marks. Especially since the suit I chose for the ceremony wouldn’t work with one.”

“So don’t wear a scarf,” Johnny said. “I’m thinking about giving you more love marks, as you call them. Then everyone will know I own you.”

“So possessive.” Ruslan giggled, as Johnny pulled him to the bed and began pushing up his t-shirt, which was the only thing he was wearing. “You don’t have to rub it in, you know? It is clear as day that I’ll be the kept husband.”

Johnny threw his lover a questioning look.

Ruslan rolled his eyes. “I’m practically broke. I don’t have a job and, as for money –”

Johnny bit the soft lips spouting all those crazy words. “Well, that’s good. ‘Cause now I know you can’t leave me. And you know,” he joked, “everything I have is yours. For real.”

Ruslan glared, but his lips were twitching. “I can see how you’re enjoying this.”

“It was your move to leave me everything. Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of you. You know, right?”

“I do,” Ruslan replied, and this time he was no longer joking.

Johnny knew Ruslan wasn’t the only one who couldn’t believe this was real. The way his lover, soon-to-be husband, was looking at him, was making his heart ache. It wasn’t from some imagined pain, though; it was from feeling too happy.

“Do you think it’s possible to die from too much happiness?” he asked. Ruslan smiled fondly and then burst into laughter. Johnny frowned. “What?”

“Are you getting a bit soft, Snake? Should I let you in the ring, once in a while, just to make sure you keep in shape?”

“You don’t have to say it twice. I can get Yanis to schedule some bouts. He won’t say ‘no’. The fucker loves the money I could make him.”

Ruslan made a sour face. “There is no way I’d let you.”

“So, were you just teasing me? Don’t say you don’t feel the same. Aren’t you as happy as me?”

Ruslan brought him close and kissed him hard, leaving him breathless. “I am happy, Johnny. And you’re right to ask if one could die from too much happiness.”

“Forget about stupid questions. There’s much living to do. And many things I want to do with you.”

“Like what? I thought we tried all the positions possible,” Ruslan said with a laugh.

“All my life, pretty, I thought the ring would be all for me. And maybe some fucking on the side. I had no dreams beyond surviving. That until I met you. Then I knew what my biggest dream would be.”

“Really?” Ruslan teased. “I can’t imagine what could be.”

“To be with you, for as long as I could. You see, I couldn’t let you leave me. I would have gone to the end of the earth to find you.”

Ruslan touched his cheeks gently. “It is forever, Johnny. This, what’s going on with us. You give my life sense, with your love and care, and understanding. I know now what they say about love, and how it is all true: I know you, and you know me, and it is so much that it’s like we’re both the same. Damn, I suck at this confession thing.”

“You could use some practice,” Johnny teased in turn, now.

He silenced his lover with a long, lingering kiss. Ruslan spread his legs wide, trapping him between them, and hooking them together at the small of his back. Johnny had lost count how many times they had done it through the night.

It was easy to find his way inside Ruslan’s pliant body. His lover welcomed him with a shiver and a barely audible sigh, an expression of how satisfied he was.

“I want you, Ruslan. I want you to be with me forever,” he said.

“Forever,” Ruslan echoed his last word and pulled him closer.

They were moving slowly now, their bodies fitting so well. Ruslan’s breath was captured into his mouth, and he was breathing, too, only through his lover’s lips.

It took them until the first rays of sun began sneaking through the curtains for them to reach completion.

They lay in pleasant silence, as they tried to regain their breath.

“I think I know how to confess, Johnny. It’s simple, really,” Ruslan began talking, and it was like he was laughing breathlessly at each of his own words. “I love you.”

Johnny laughed, too, and turned to face his lover. Ruslan would always be his life, and now he knew he would be happy forever. “You’re right, pretty. Nothing else beats these words.”

“So,” Ruslan glared at him through his eyelids, “why aren’t you saying them back?”

“I am more of a man of action than of words,” Johnny said with pretended self-importance. “How many times did I prove myself to you last night? With my cock in you?”

“You pig!” Ruslan grabbed the pillow from under his head and smacked Johnny in the face with it.

Johnny grabbed the pillow and threw it over his shoulder, making something fall and break with a loud, frightening sound. Startled, he tried to get up, but Ruslan grabbed him and pulled him back to bed. “Where do you think you’re going? You still haven’t replied properly.”

“Aren’t you worried that I might have broken some expensive vase or some shit?” Johnny questioned.

“It’s all yours. Why should I worry?” Ruslan pointed out.

“That’s right. Now, where were we? Ah, I think you wanted my cock in you again.”

“Hey, my ass will be in stitches,” Ruslan protested.

“Then how could I prove myself to you?” Johnny asked.

“Just say it,” Ruslan asked.

Johnny kissed him hard. “I love you, Ruslan. Will you be my husband?”

Ruslan giggled. “So formal, I like it.”

“You didn’t answer,” Johnny said impatiently.

“Seriously? Do you need an answer to that? All the invitations have been sent.”

“Still,” Johnny insisted.

“All right,” Ruslan said with a sigh. “Yes, I will be your husband. And don’t forget that I’ll, sort of, say it three times. Here, with friends,” he counted on his fingers, “then, with papa and Martin and your mom, and then with my dad and all the family in Russia.”

“I doubt they would all want to hear us say it,” Johnny replied to that with a smile. “The way I see it, there will only be parties and lots of booze.”

“Well, it comes with the territory, I guess.”

“And a lot of people. And that’s why I want to hear you say it all now.”

Ruslan smiled and caressed his face. “My husband, Johnny ‘Snake’ Bryne. Let me introduce myself. I’m Mr. Bryne. Don’t you know my husband? He used to be a hell of a fighter. He’s more of an entrepreneur these days.”

“What are you doing, pretty?” Johnny laughed.

“I’m practicing. Seeing how I’ll be your husband forever, I need to make sure I slip into the role as fast as possible.”

“Do that,” Johnny agreed and kissed him again. “Now let me practice my part of the deal.”

“But my ass –” Ruslan whined, too theatrically to mean it.

“You have other delicious bits about you,” Johnny replied and sank lower.

“No, come here.” Ruslan urged him to stay where he was. “This is where you belong.”

As he fit his body over his lover’s lithe form, Johnny could think that was a fantastic confession, too. He belonged now, and he belonged where he wanted more than anything else in the world.

THE END

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Be open minded. This story is about alpha domination  of another alpha who uses light lingerie crossdressing for humiliation reasons. 

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I told him he wasn’t worth my time if he didn’t want to play by my rules. He doesn’t like that I call the fucking shots, but he always gives in. He struts into my place in his ball cap, tight jeans and t-shirt that shows off his fucking phenomenal tattooed body and his worn out cowboy boots; the straight guy costume, like he’s going to take control, not give in this time to his deep seeded reality. He’s the one who pursued me. He was such a pathetic closet case. He’s the one who lied to his girlfriend, canceling plans with her whenever I beckoned. He’s the one who broke down and told me how much he worshipped me, trembled when in my presence, had to soak in my masculine supremacy. He said he wasn’t gay. He said he wasn’t a bitch. He said he needed to have my cock in his ass. He needed my DNA inside him.

I gave him what he wanted, what he needed. Who am I to deny a stud like him of the gift of myself coursing through his jacked body? He needed it. I gave it. But there came a time when he started to revert to his former self, trying to reassert his alpha dominance, take his control back, take his truth back. So, I cut him off. No more 2 AM booty calls from his drunk ass. No more quickies before he leaves to pick up his girl. No more sucking my cock in his car. No more breeding his perfect ass whenever I text. I cut that bitch off and it drove him insane.

Eventually, he crawled back, begging me to take him back. I would but I had to break him. He needed to learn his place before I gave him the privilege of receiving my gift. He said he was willing to do anything. I told him he would have to in order to win back my cock and my trust. He said he would do anything. I said, good.

This was the test and if he passed, he would receive the hardest fucks, the deepest fucks, the most violent I had to offer, the domination and loss of control he desired. These were the fucks he loved most.

So, I bought him a present online. I told him to wear them the next time I called for him. His face turned white. His square jaw dropped. He was speechless. He threw the panties back into the bag and shook his head. He was pissed and adamant about not wearing them. They were demeaning to him and he couldn’t handle being anything but an equal, a real man. Only, when he was with me, I was the real man. He turned into a sniveling little cunt. I fucking loved to see his temporary transformation every time he walked through my door. Such a big, imposing, rugged stud before he walks into my place. But then, instantly, the bill of his hat goes down, his shoulders slump and his dick becomes hard. He’s in bitch-mode.

I told him if he didn’t want to comply that it was fine as I closed the bag neatly and placed it on the table as I walked him to the door. Shocked, he looked at me with pleading eyes. I told him to get the fuck out of my sight. He sulked quietly, pouting like a little schoolgirl as he remained in the doorway like a whipped pussy hoping I would change my mind. I did not. He left.

He came back. Five minutes later. Knocked on my door. I opened it. He walked in, took the bag and left. He did not look at me. His gaze was down at the floor. He shut the door with a slam.

I made him wait a day. I texted him at 8pm on a night I knew he had a date. Sure enough, as always, he showed up at my door. His eyes told me he was angry and at the same time on an adrenaline rush in anticipation of feeling me burrow down into his hole.

I asked him in, he followed me to the master bedroom. I told him to strip. He swallowed hard. His eyes were wet, humiliation causing them to tear up as he pushed his tight jeans down to reveal his worst fears and ultimate submission. And it was beautiful.

He looked down at the floor in defeat. I told him to turn around for me. The silky, shiny, pink panties molded to his smooth muscular form. The seams were stretched as they tried to contain his round muscular ass. His cock was soft, a vast difference from its usual state of erect arousal whenever he was naked in front of me. The fact that his dick wasn’t hard told me he felt no joy in this display of obedience. He hated it. He was out of his element, his comfort zone. In the beginning, it took all the strength he had to even ask me to fuck him. Now this. His masculinity was now in question more than it was the first time I broke through his virgin vice-like hole. Man, he whined like a bitch.

I smiled. I told him to look at me. I had to ask twice. He warned me to never tell anyone, but I stopped him mid-sentence. I told him to shut the fuck up. He did. I told him if he was going to act like a little bitch than he needed to dress like one. He didn’t deserve the dignity of retaining his status of a real man until he learned his place and that he was here for my pleasure and not his. His pleasure is achieved by knowing I have been pleasured. He nodded his head.

I told him he looked good. His big muscular body contrasted with the tiny, pink, lacey panties. I told him he looked pretty. That pissed him off. I told him pink was his color. I told him he belonged in panties since he constantly let me treat his hole like a cunt. Cunts wore panties. He was a cunt.

That made his dick hard.

I continued degrading him. His stunning ripped body, tan and smooth, the tight tiny panties straining against the growth of his impressive, thick cock. A cock of a real man but unfortunately for him, he had the pussy of a whore. Fuck he was a specimen. I was almost jealous of his intimidating stature even though; I knew I was just as intimidating. I was just as handsome, but he had a little more allure. It must have been the long, thick eyelashes or the green eyes.

I made him leave the panties on while I fucked him. I pulled the fabric to the side as I fucked him in front of a full-length mirror, pulling his head back by his hair, forcing him to watch his muscled body straining to hold himself steady as I hammered my cock into his smooth, upturned pussy. He watched his masculine body being controlled by another man; the pink panties he wore drew his attention to them. He saw a man, a masculine man wearing women’s panties while being pounded by a better man. He watched himself get fucked. He clenched his white teeth with each thrust. He came on the mirror. I came in his ass. I pressed the silk panties into his cummy hole with my finger. He moaned.

After, I handed him another bag; a pink feminine shopping bag. He looked inside, reached in and pulled out several pairs of silky, lacy panties. His eyes looked up at me and then back down. He dropped them back into the bag. He looked back up to me with another pleading expression accompanied by a slight shake of his head. He said no words. I told him to be wearing a pair every time we hooked up. He was to wear them under his clothes at all times. He was to wear them under his workout gear at all times. He released a heavy sigh. He dressed, still wearing the wet panties under his jeans. Bag in hand, he left.

Over the past month, he has shown up always wearing a pair of panties. He even started shaving his legs and hole. He does not complain. He likes the way he looks while wearing them and has asked for more pairs. He says he feels protected and safe with me when he wears them.

I’ve broken him.

He’s defeated.

I’ve won.

I should let him return to his sexy tight boxer briefs, but I see how much he enjoys the feel of the soft silk on his skin. I see how happy he looks when I smile as he reveals the choice of panty for the day. He’s content.

I’m satisfied.

And turned on as fuck.

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It was a snowy, Icey, cold winter in New York City and although my head, face, hands, and body were warm; I couldn’t say the same for my feet.  They were so cold I could barely even feel the toes in my shoes.  The limo arrived 15 minutes earlier than was scheduled which is what they are accustomed to doing and thus I expected they would do the same today as well.  After the driver loaded my luggage in the trunk; I made myself comfortable in the black, leather, roomy back seat. Anxiously; awaiting the warm weather in Phoenix, AZ; where I was flying into.  Thus; I turned on the TV to see what the forecast would be for the next few days.  I heard the weather was currently pleasant warm, sunny, 72 degrees and I couldn’t wait till the plane arrived in Arizona.  It’s not like I hated NY but I was just tired of all this cold and the countless snow storms we kept having. 

After arriving at the Airport, Porter took my luggage and I proceeded to the security checkpoint.  I travel a lot; so, I know the drill; but I always choose to have a manual pat-down as the Radio Wave Security Screening Scanners aren’t that friendly to our individual health.  The lines were not that bad and all I kept hearing from the Security Personnel was to “Empty your pockets and remove your Jackets coats, belts, shoes, and laptops from their bags” like a track that you just can’t get out of your head.  Most of the people understood what they were asking for and others seemed to just not get it. I felt that they should have a training class for those that have never flown before or don’t comprehend this simple set of tasks.  After I removed my coat, items from pockets, belt, and shoes; I placed them into plastic bins.  My laptop was in a Security Friendly Laptop bag; I only had to unzip it and place it on the belt with the other plastic bins. 

Since; I already told you that I don’t like going through the Scanners; one of my rights is to request an opt-out; which I did; and means that I would be patted down by security a professional to ensure that I was not carrying anything that could be harmful or disruptive to the flight.  I informed one of the security officers by saying “Male, Opt-Out” and was told to wait on the side for someone.

Within about 15 minutes a guy who was about 6 FT Tall, brown eyes, blond hair and a chest that indicated he worked out several times a week was going to be the screening security officer.  He had a dark blue shirt on, official badge, beige pants, tan belt, tan shoes and he opened the gate for me to pass through.  He then asked me which bags were mine so he could pick them out and carry them to the screening area with us.  He explained that he would slide his hands from the bottom of my legs each up until he hit resistance. Then he said he would use the two figures to go around the inside of my waistband from the back and also the front.  Next, he told me he would not use his palms to pat me down and instead of using the back of his hands when he got to sensitive areas like the groin and buttocks area.

After all this explaining; he asked if I had any sensitive areas or recent injuries which I answered no.  Immediately after that, he asked me if I would like a private screening which I said no; here is just fine.  The officer who was only a few years younger than me and quite hot I may add.  He asked me to stand on the mat with my feet spread apart and he started the screening procedure.  He started at my arms, then back; his hands felt nice, to be honest; then using the back of his hands by my but area.  Just as he stuck his two fingers in my side of my waistband, I felt my cock starting to get a little hard.  I paid no attention as he finished going from my left side waist around my back to my right waist.  Then he took his fingers and did the same from the left waist going around the front to my right waist.

By this time my dick started to grow even more; Fuck I can’t be hard during a security screening.  Next, he takes his hand and presses on my inner left leg as he slid them up till he met resistance; and my cock was really hard now thankfully it was just laying on its side in the jeans I was wearing.  Jeans’ all have a little raised area in the crotch area as its part of the design and thus didn’t draw too much attention to it; whew.  Then he did the same to the other leg but just after he felt resistance and my balls started to tingle; oh shit I’m getting excited with this guy patting me down.  I thought we were all done; I said to my self now as he was about to take the back of his hands and check my crotch, Oh Shit, I’m fucking hard as a rock; I can’t hide this; I hope he won’t be a dick about this. Patting the area down my hard dick felt the back of his hands touch it; I got even more excited.  Then as he went up and down a few times as he was supposed to do I felt my balls touch the back of his hand. 

He said nothing and just scanned my laptop with a swab and then told me my luggage is all clear but I’m not.  I said, “What are you talking about”.  He replied, “we need to take you in the back for a more in-depth screening as it appears you may be concealing a weapon”.  He grabs my bags and asks me to follow him to a security office in the backroom however in this room there are no security cameras which seemed strange.

He closes the door and locks it including a deadbolt as well; then asks me to please remove my shirt.  I comply with no issues and he pats down my T-Shirt finding no weapons or items that are disallowed.  Next, he asks me to please remove my T-Shirt; again, I do as he said he rubs his hands not the palms up and down my smooth body and hairy chest very slowly while standing behind me.  My member is not only getting harder but also starting to drip a little precum, oh Fuck, I just want to get out of here and get on my plane. 

He then asks me to undo my belt and snap; I said “What” he replied you heard me undo your belt and unbutton your pants.  I said “NO”; this is bullshit I have a plane to get on.  Telling me to undo my belt and snap one more time and after I said no; he just does it.  I said “What the fuck are you doing”  A full strip search; as I have reason to believe you have a weapon on you.  He does the two-finger search inserting his two fingers into the back waistline of my underwear and sliding them around 360.  Ok, can I go now?  He replies not Yet buddy.  He then takes his right hand and sticks them down my jeans without even unzipping me and then I feel them grab my shaft.

He then pulls my jeans off and then puts on another pair of gloves but this time they are the medical kind.  He tells me to get up on the table and kneel while keeping my two hands above so I’m on all fours.  What the fuck are you doing here?  He told me that he suspects I have a weapon on me or contraband.  He slowly pulls down my plaid boxers to my knees and my dick is now starting to drip.  He takes his finger and slowly pushes up my asshole; then two fingers and he goes deep.  Next, I notice he is probing and hitting my prostate every time that finger goes in.

Just then he said here it is I found the fucker; its right here.  I got you red-handed and you could be in some serious trouble traveling with that.  He reaches out and shows me a bag of narcotics.  He said that was up in your ass; so now what do you have to save for yourself.  I said this is bullshit; I didn’t have any bag like that on me; you are a liar.  Well, then Joseph; I suggest you do what I say or you’re going to have to spend the night in our Security Holding area till the Nationals Come for you. 

He then told me to roll over; shut up and the whole thing will be over before I know it if I cooperate.  My rod was already very Hard and wet and judging from him; his dress pants were pretty wet in the crotch area too.  I could also see that he had a big member in his pants and fuck now I wanted to see it.  He bowed down in front of me as soon after felt his warm, wet, slippery tongue bathing my cock and balls.  Next, he took my whole 8” firm, wet, thick, hard, erect shaft all the way down his throat; and I moaned more than I ever have in my life.

He started to go up and down on my shaft, slipping in and out of his warm wet mouth first slow then fast.  With each slide, I moaned more and more and now his crotch was really hard.  I reached out to touch it; grabbing and groping his balls and cock gently.  Then I undid his black dress belt, next unbuttoning the top of his pants.  With this, he sucked faster and faster.  I glided his zipper down all the way stick my finger behind it to feel how hard he was. And boy was he ever.  Within a few seconds, his zipper was down and his pants just fell to the floor.  He leaned into the table and I licked the outside of his jockeys which had a few wet spots on them which as soon as I tasted them I knew what they were delicious yummy, precum.  Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.

Now I didn’t waste any more time I pulled his jockeys right now as he continues to suck on my beautiful love rod in my crotch making me moan so hard between my breathing.  Fuck, Yea; he has a nice rod, Hard, wet, thick, juicy 7” cock, and medium balls.  I proceeded to lean in as I gently sucked on the tip of his penis in tiny circles till I heard him moan. Next, I took my tongue and he guessed it I used my tongue to tickle his man slit in his penis.  By this time I got a nice tiny stream of precum that just gently dripped into my mouth as I help it under his beautiful man precum faucet.  I licked on his balls and cock rod and more started to drip so I put my head under to catch the fountain of yummy precum now no longer dripping but flowing into my mouth.

I sucked him off an on between and as for him and I were moaning so hard we both knew it was time; so we each sucked each other deeper and harder till we immediately cummed n each other’s mouth.  Fuck that was good I replied; Sure was Joe. 

Now I have a confession; I knew you liked cock just as much as me so I brought you here to play.  I do this with all the guys who pop one or get a little wet. How did you know I would play. I watched you stare at my cock and face it I was making you hard; so I figured I had a good shot with you.

Hey Joesph; I’m Mark and I love getting a good cock at the Airport.  Let me know when you are flying next time and I will make sure you fail the screening and have to come back here for a more invasive screening.  Next time maybe you will let me fuck you.  Sure, replied Joe.  I get lot’s of guys here the Gay, Straight (8) Acting, & Bi.  The Straight Guys it’s a little harder to play with but I’m usually successful.  How do you do that; with their girlfriend or wife traveling?

Simple;  I get pictures of all the people flying a day or two before; age, gender, etc and I simply make sure that I give the girlfriend, wives, etc a free meal or a 100 voucher to shop at the Airport and say they won it as being our something number flyer this day or this week.  Most of the time they are so tickled pink; they take it and they have hours before the flight till they ever reconnect with their partner.  Oh,’ I see; pretty easy.  Well, most of the time Joe it is but some are clingier than saran wrap to food and they’re more difficult.  Half of the time I don’t get them because the girl won’t let their man go for then the time general screening takes.  When I tell them they need to step in the backroom for a private more through the screening I get one of two probable situations when it won’t work for me.

The guy definitely wants it but she gets all Hypo Controlling and thus asks to speak to my supervisor, airport Sr Security Boss, The Police.  Thus, when that happens; I just tell them to wait for a second; it may be a machine issue let’s try it one more time.  And to their surprise I made it pass him and he leaves but I do keep his name and when he is flying alone I try to get him the.

A few weeks ago this happened and the following week the guy was flying alone. Thus; I pulled the same thing I did with you; he was more than willing to take his clothes off, his underwear, suggest a cavity search.  Then once I knew he wanted to play; I presented my crotch in front of his face while still clothed and presto; he unzipped and sucked it.

Wow, Mark; That’s Kool.  If you want to call me next time your flying, I can make sure you get the same service as today and if I’m out I’ll get you someone else.  What do you mean?  Well, that’s what’s really Kool; there are 20 of us that work at this airport for Security Screenings but 5 of them let’s just say will be the ones that will make sure you fail if they think you are hot looking.  Thus, I just tell them we have someone traveling and make sure he gets the MaleVIP+ treatment.  What about other airports; we have you covered there too.  Just tell me what airport you will be at and I will make sure that the team handles your screening.

Awesome; Joe you got lucky today; you had a ten percent chance of catching one of us today.  The other guys don’t play; it takes us a long time to know if we can trust someone as we don’t want to lose our job.  To be initiated into the group; we ask them questions, who they date, we watch their eyes if we bump one these guys in the crotch by accident we apologize.  If they say no problem;  that’s ok but if they give us a hard time then we know we can’t trust them.

I’m flying out of Atlanta next week on Monday morning at 6 AM; sure that will be Chris.  He is great but he is a lot rougher than me; he will handcuff you, take you the back room, tie your hands and feet.  He plays around a little; then he will just take your clothes off and if you’re not ready you better me; he will have his cock in your but if you open it up after he blows you.  Oh, Fuck; yea you will like Chris, and he has a nice Cock that is 9” long and pretty thick.

Thanks, Mark; you probably should be getting to your gate as your plane leaves in an hour.  Thank!  Thank-you Joe!

Usually I loved walking through one of the many parks in Columbus, Ohio during spring. But today, mid-April, spring definitely had not sprung yet. At a chilly 37 degrees (3 Celsius) I walked through Thompson Park and noticed a severe lack of leaves on the trees and even some leftover snow. I had brought my camera to take some pics to sketch back at home later with a hot cup of tea. The monochrome of the snow, the grey weather, the sad-looking trees and the wooden bench made for a perfect idea for a sketch. I took a photo.

“Bruce! Slow down!”, I heard a male voice shout. I turned to my right and saw a large brown Pitbull run straight at me. I froze. It slowed down as it got to me and jumped, putting its front paws on my stomach. I was immediately off-balance, dropped my camera and fell over. I hit my arm on the bench before I hit the ground. The dog seemed a little surprised at its own power and stood over me wagging its tail. My arm hurt.

“Brucey! Oh my gosh, I am so sorry.”

The low voice was kind of sexy, even though I had yet to see who it belonged to. I raised my head off the ground and looked up. A friendly face looked at me with a worried expression. Short salt and pepper hair came out from under his hat. The black-rimmed glasses gave him a sophisticated look. His awkward smile gave him dimples in his cheeks. He squatted right next to me and put a hand on my back. This was a sexy-looking man who could possibly be old enough to be my father. I immediately dismissed my arousal as inappropriate.

“That was a nasty fall, are you OK?”

“I’m all right”, I said automatically, now sitting up and nursing my left arm.

“You clearly hurt your arm”, he said.

“Yeah, but I think it’s OK.”

Part of me wanted to move on from this embarrassing accident, and part of me wanted to stay with the guy.

“Are you sure? You look like you’re kind of in pain.”

I tried to stand up by pulling myself up on the bench with my painful left arm. I realized I couldn’t. The guy helped me by pulling me up by my other arm.

“Thanks.”

“You shouldn’t drive when your arm is in pain! I used to be a nurse, I can take a look at you if you want? I live close by. I’ll make you a hot chocolate or something.”

I looked at him and smiled. I felt my hole twitch.

“All right”, I said.

He chuckled.

“I’m Neal.”

“Kevin”, I said while shaking his hand.

Neal walked me to his car and put Bruce, the dog, in the back. His car was in the lot near Reedcrest. I told him mine was in the lot near Willow Forge.

“Don’t worry, we’ll pick it up. I’d rather not see you drive like this.”

He was right, it was painful to move my arm. Out of the parking lot, Neal immediately turned right onto Mountview Road. I didn’t really know this area.

While driving, Neal suddenly reached in his coat pocket.

“You dropped this”, he said.

It was my camera.

“Oh wow, thanks!”

“Are you a photographer?”

“No. I’m a sketch artist. I teach classes at the Cultural Arts Center.”

“Oh, how cool!”

“So when it’s cold out, I prefer to take a photo and sketch off of that at home.”

Neal chuckled. His low bass voice chuckling was like music to my ears.

We continued onto Mountview Road for maybe a minute. Suddenly I became paranoid Neal was just taking me anywhere.

“So you said you live near here?”

“Yeah it’s to the left here.”

Neal took a left. On the sign it said Glenmere Road. It was a suburban area, with large houses. He spoke about his dog, who he sometimes referred to as Brucey, who tends to get a bit overexcited at the park. At the intersection he turned right, which was Romnay Road. Neal took the first left at Hythe Road, and again the first left to Pevensey Drive.

“This is it”, he said.

He had been right, it had been a short drive. He rolled up onto the driveway of the third house on the left. It looked like a family house. The front yard was well kept. I expected to encounter a wife, and judging by his age, possibly children. Neal opened the front door. Bruce went in first, Neal then gestured for me to go in. I walked into a very homely hallway.

“Let me help you out of this”, Neal said as he took off my coat.

“Oh”, I inhaled sharply, “be careful.”

It hurt to stretch out my left elbow. But Neal was careful. He hung up my coat.

“Take a left and have a seat”, he ordered. “I’ll get you some ice.”

I walked into the living room and took a seat on the leather sofa. There was a fireplace. I was impressed. To my right there was a smaller sitting area, I also saw half of a dining table. The room was large and wrapped around the hallway, but was clearly empty. On a Friday afternoon. Neal appeared in front of the dining table and walked over to me with an icepack. Now that I saw him with his coat off, I could tell this guy was built. He wore a green sweater over a white collared shirt. His wide shoulders and pecs were pronounced. Bruce followed him closely.

“Here, put this on your arm”, he said as he came to sit next to me.

He slid the sleeve of my sweater up carefully. I only now smelled his aftershave. I was incredibly attracted to him. I looked at him as he had a serious expression and slowly felt around on my arm before putting the icepack on. His big brown eyes, his salt and pepper hair, and some sprinkled white in his scruffy facial hair were all a big turn-on. For some reason even his glasses added to his hotness. I had felt attracted to older guys before, but this guy could be nearing 50. He was definitely in shape for someone his age. But still. I was 31.

“Better?”

I nodded.

“Thanks.”

“I think… It looks like a light sprain.”

“Are you telling me I’ll survive?”

Neal laughed.

“Yeah, I think it looks promising! It helps that you have these though.”

Neal squeezed my bicep. I bit my lip. I was going to say something, but he continued quite quickly onto a new topic.

“So would you like that hot chocolate?”

“Sure!”

He stood up and walked back to where I presumed was the kitchen. His butt was pronounced in his brown slacks. Bruce followed him again. I got up out of curiosity to see the rest of the house.

“I love your house”, I said as I walked to follow him, pressing the icepack to my arm.

“Thanks!”, he replied.

Around the corner from the dining table was indeed a beautiful, large kitchen. Marble countertops, light wooden cabinets, and light fixtures hanging from the ceiling. Neal had his back toward me. I took another peek at his ass. Outside of the window I could see what had to be a covered swimming pool.

“Oh wow, you got a pool?”

“Yeah. Last year around this time I first swam in it. It’s been a long winter!”

“It really has.”

Neal put a mug in the built-in microwave.

“So do you live here with a partner?”

I had to ask the question that had been on my mind ever since meeting him.

“No, it’s just Brucey and me now. My wife passed ten years ago. The kids are in their twenties. My youngest is in college, she comes back home for breaks. But for now it’s just me and Bruce.”

He smiled, he seemed OK with the current situation. Yet it still sounded sad.

“You don’t get lonely?”

He chuckled softly.

“Not at all, actually. I have quite a busy life! So coming home to a quiet house is something I have come to cherish. And I have Brucey to keep me company, obviously!”

Neal crouched down and gave the dog a few pets on the head. The microwave beeped. If what he said was true, why was he so eager to take me here?

“What about you, do you live alone?”, Neal asked as he got the mug out of the microwave and got a spoon to stir the contents. He took the spoon out and into his mouth.

“Yeah, I just have a one-bedroom in Clintonville.”

“This is nice and hot”, he said as he put the mug of hot chocolate on the counter for me.

“Thanks so much”, I said.

We chatted some more as I drank the hot chocolate and he drank some bottled water.

“Is your arm doing better with the icepack?”

“Yeah, much better”, I said. “Maybe I can even drive myself home.”

Neal looked at me and smiled. He adjusted his glasses. I was so attracted to him. I didn’t want our interactions to end here.

I suddenly thought of something.

“So, I told you that I teach drawing classes at the Cultural Arts Center, right?”

“Yeah, you did! I’d love to see your work.”

“Well, for the anatomy classes we’re always looking for live models.”

“Anatomy? That means…?”

“Nude modelling, yes”, I said, smiling.

“Oof. At my age?”

“It’s bodies of all ages and sizes, so that doesn’t really matter. And you look like you’re in great shape!”, I said.

Neal chuckled.

“I don’t know… I’d have to think about it.”

“Think about it. I’ll give you my phone number.”

The wrinkles on Neal’s forehead were beautiful as I could tell he felt flattered and surprised at the same time. I told him my number as he put it in his phone.

“OK, I’ll send you a message when I’ve thought about it”, he finally said.

Not much later Neal drove me back to the park. I decided to give him a hug in the parking lot to thank him. He seemed surprised, but he definitely didn’t mind as he hugged me back closely.

“And no pressure about the modelling thing”, I said.

He winked.

“Thanks again!”, I said as I walked to my car and he walked back to his.

A day later, I got a text from Neal asking me how my arm was. I answered that I was doing much better and I thanked him again for his help. About a week later, I got another text message.

‘Spring is finally here! Uncovering the pool today, would you like to come take a swim? And we can discuss this modelling thing ; – ) Let me know, x Neal’

I smiled. Weather had finally cleared up indeed; today would reach 72 (22 Celsius). It was a Sunday and I had just finished giving a tour at the Cultural Arts Center. It was quite a busy day, but no more tours were planned, which meant that I was off work until the next class, Monday at 1. I texted back:

‘Let me pick up my trunks and a towel and I’ll be right there! Anything else I can bring? Some drinks?’

I got in my car and drove home. I heard my phone buzz during the drive but didn’t check until I got home.

‘Drinks are taken care of! See you in a while x Neal’

The ‘x Neal’ thing was very persistent, and it was hard to tell if it was a flirt or just his way of texting. But my heart beat faster as I went up to my apartment, changed into some trunks, grabbed a towel and put it in a bag. I put on a dark grey tanktop and checked my hair in the mirror. I was confident about the way I looked. With my mother being Latina and my Dad Caucasian, my brown eyes, dark hair and olive skin had proven quite popular in the past. I touched my scruffy facial hair and smiled at myself. If Neal was gay, how could he possibly resist? I took a deep breath and drove back to Pevensey Drive.

When I got there, Neal opened the door in just a light blue Speedo.

“Oh, wow”, I said as I looked him up and down. He had a towel slung over his shoulder and was wearing sunglasses. His body was amazing. Muscled arms and shoulders, a defined chest that was clearly shaven smooth and some abs. Not a six-pack, probably four of his abs were visible. But still, I was impressed. The Speedo also revealed those V-lines that went down from his hips to the crotch area. Such a turn-on. This guy was in better shape than I was. I felt like my biceps looked like those of a toddler. My body was also muscular, but more lean. I felt like a twink, something I hadn’t felt in years. Bruce also came running to the door to say hi, again jumping up, but this time I knew it was coming and kept my balance.

“I waited for you to go in!”, Neal said excitedly.

I stepped into his house and watched his ass walk away from me in that Speedo. I’m glad I was wearing swimming shorts so I could hide my arousal.

“Would you like a beer? Or some iced tea?”, he asked as I followed him into the living room. The doors to the garden were open and a nice breeze came into the house.

“I’ll start out with a beer”, I said, keeping in mind I’d be driving later.

“Cool”, he replied as I saw him take two beers out of the fridge. I walked out and saw the pool. The look and the sound of the water was already refreshing. I loved it. I put my bag down and took off my tanktop. The feeling of the air on my body was amazing.

“Wow. Looking good, man!”, Neal stood behind me and handed me a beer.

“Thanks”, I smiled and kept eye contact. “You’re not looking bad yourself.”

It was now that I felt the undeniable chemistry between us. I hadn’t imagined it. For some reason I was now certain he wanted to fuck me.

“Have you ever done nude modelling yourself?”

I looked down and chuckled.

“I have”, I admitted, “but not in the class I teach.”

Neal laughed. He took a sip of his beer and set it down by the lounge chair that had his towel over it.

“Let’s try out the water, shall we?”

The water was incredibly cold for the first few seconds but after a while it was really nice. While we waded through the water a bit, Neal asked me more questions about modelling.

“How big is your class?”

“It’s usually around 10 people. More women than men, average age about 40.”

“How can I be certain beforehand that none of them is, say, a co-worker?”

I laughed.

“You can’t! It’s possible someone new comes in.”

I could tell he was thinking.

We got out of the water and laid down on the loungers. It felt amazing to feel the sun on my body after such a long winter. I looked over and suddenly saw that with the angle I could look into Neal’s speedo. Some brown pubic hair was visible. The outline of his cockhead was also visible to me because of the wet fabric of his attire. I felt my hole twitch, but quickly looked away. I could tell he was still thinking.

“So I would have to do some poses?”

“Yeah, but mostly natural ones. For about 5 to 10 minutes a time.”

He nodded as he took a sip of his beer.

“What if I get aroused?”

I laughed.

“I don’t think you will. But if you did, it’s not really a problem”, I said.

“Will people take photos?”

“No, that’s never allowed. But they might post their sketches somewhere.”

He nodded again and let it sink in.

“It’s not an easy decision to make”, he then said.

“I get that. I can tell you it’s quite the rush. And it’ll get you 100 dollars for the hour.”

He nodded again, this time looking at me and smiling.

“That’s not bad.”

I asked Neal if he had any co-workers he would suspect take sketching classes, and he said no. He spoke about his engineering job, which was meetings, offices, suits and ties, and conferences. Our lives were very different. Neal got up and walked to the kitchen. The back of his speedo was also slightly see-through when wet, and I could see his butt even better now. This guy was smoking hot. He returned with two more bottles of beer. I said I’d have to stop with the beer after this one, as I was still driving.

“Yeah, I’ve already had too much to drive”, Neal said.

“Did you start drinking early?”

He laughed.

“It’s a Sunday!”

“Just like the Lord intended”, I said, without thinking.

Thankfully, Neal laughed, hard. His laugh was so cute and infectious. I pictured his big body over me, fucking me. I felt like it was going to happen eventually. Maybe not today, but possibly after we had had a date or something.

It was really nice to spend an afternoon with Neal. Suddenly he told me he had modelled before.

“Really?”

“Yeah, in college, Just some catalog stuff. But keeping a pose for ten minutes, that’s a whole different thing.”

“It’s really not that difficult”, I said. “We could practice some poses you’re comfortable with beforehand.”

“That sounds good”, he said, as he emptied his beer bottle, which was still a quarter full. He got up and walked away. “Do you have a sketch pad on you?”

“Always”, I said as I looked into my bag and got out my pencil and pad. When I looked back up, Neal was stepping out of his speedo, his back turned to me. His ass was curvy, milky white and smooth. He assumed a pose, his back still to me, but facing more to the side, so the curve of his butt became visible to me.

“How’s this?”, he asked.

“You’re a natural!”

I started sketching, ignoring my hole that was just twitching away. My cock also got hard. I stopped trying to hide it. Our chemistry was so obvious, I knew he would not be offended or make fun of me. After about 5 minutes, I had a beautiful sketch of Neal. I was proud of my own work.

“OK, I’m done”, I said, admiring my sketch.

“How much time was that?”

“About 5 minutes, or 6.”

“Not too bad”, he said as I could hear him come closer.

I looked up. His rock hard dick swung back and forth in front of him as he walked toward me.

“Oh, my… wow”, I mumbled.

“Show me”, he said.

“I showed him my sketch.”

“That’s really nice! You’re too kind though, I don’t look that good.”

I smiled. I kept glancing at his erection, not sure if we were talking about it. His cock was 6 inches erect, with a nice thickness. The head was large, shiny and wet.

“So, I did get aroused”, he then blurted out.

“So I see”, I said, trying to remain calm.

“But that may just be because it was you who was looking”, he finished.

I was still on the lounger, looking up at him. We stared at each other in silence for a second. Then I jumped up and kissed him on the mouth. He held me close. I could feel his erection poking into my stomach, him being a few inches taller than me. We made out passionately as we slowly maneuvered back into the house, trying not to break our kiss. I felt my own cock getting harder and harder while we made out. Once we were inside, Neal broke the kiss, took my hand and led me back to the hallway, up the stairs to his bedroom. The bed was kingsize, perfect for making love.

Neal ripped the Velcro opening and pulled my swim shorts down. My cock flopped out, bouncing up and down. Neal took it in his hand.

“Damn”, he whispered, as he admired my 8 inch erection.

He sat on his knees and took me in his mouth. He kept gagging on my cock, wanting to take more, but physically unable to. His blowjob was amazing though as he took his time pleasuring me. It felt so good, I had to grab his head and push him away to stop myself from cumming. I motioned for him to stand and I kissed him.

“Now let me suck yours”, I said.

“Nuh uh”, he said out loud as he shook his head.

He walked away to the nightstand and got out some lube. He went onto the bed on his knees and dropped his chest on the duvet. His arm stretched back, handing me the lube as I looked right at his hole.

“I’m ready for you to fuck me”, he said.

“I… you’re a bottom?”

Neal looked back at me.

“Is that bad?”

“Oh no… No no! That’s perfect!”

For some reason, I had expected the older guy to be dominant, the top. Somehow, this was even hotter. I started fucking Neal, and it immediately showed he was a submissive bottom. His moans and cries were turning me on bad. My own dominant side started coming out. As much as I had bottomed, I had to say I could get used to this. I fucked him hard. My thick cock and his sloppy hole fit like a glove. His large, smooth buttocks slapped on my hips.

“I love your cock!”, Neal exclaimed.

At one point, I pulled out of him and flipped him on his back. I wanted to see his face as I fucked him. His mouth was open as he moaned out loud the entire time. His dick was rock hard the entire time, leaking precum. Soon enough he started jerking himself off.

“I’m going to shoot!”, he announced.

His eyes rolled up as his moans got louder and jet after jet shot off onto his stomach and chest. It was such a hot cumshot, I was close to cumming now as well. Neal’s entire body shook in post-coital bliss, as I pulled out of him and came on his stomach as well, mixing our cum together.

That night, Neal and I hung out at his place. He cooked for me while naked, which was a beautiful sight to behold. In fact, we were naked the entire time. He seemed quite comfortable in his body. He said yes to modelling in my class, but admitted his favorite part about it would be to see me again. We talked a lot and got to know each other better. Neal is 47, making our age gap 16 years. He said that he had had young admirers at the gym quite regularly, but was not attracted to boys. He preferred men. I felt flattered when he said that.

We went to bed that night and just slept, holding each other, naked.

The next morning I awoke with Neal giving me a blowjob. I lifted the duvet and he gave me a naughty smile with my cock still in his mouth.

“Good morning”, he tried to say.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full”, I said, as I pushed his head back down on my cock. This made him gag, but I knew he loved that. Soon enough I came in his mouth. He swallowed everything.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day”, he said, licking his lips.

Neal had to go to work, so I went back home. My class wasn’t till 1PM. I couldn’t stop smiling that entire day.

Not much later, Neal came into work to model. I had shown him some poses he could practice beforehand. There were 8 students present. He was thankful he didn’t know any of them. Once he took off the robe and handed it to me, I knew there was one aspect in which Neal would be different than the other models. He was rock hard throughout the entire class. Drops of precum left the head of his dick several times. None of my students said anything, and Neal didn’t even look too embarrassed about it. His beautiful erection did feature in several of my students’ sketches, who claimed it added an erotic element to their art that they liked.

That night, I took Neal back to my apartment and fucked him so hard he shot cum all over himself handsfree.

THE END

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Being a smart-arse can be a real burden in life and on this subject, I am somewhat of an expert. I could write a book about the number of times my smart mouth got me into trouble. At home, I was frequently grounded as a result of this, and at school I regularly got detention. I also have to admit, that the odd bloody nose and swollen lip also often resulted. It wasn’t as if I deliberately sought to piss people off, but at times the distance between my brain and mouth appeared to diminish to zero.

After college, I got a job at a business consultancy agency. We would call on customers who needed to streamline their office or factory structures and offer solutions. Although I apparently did very good work at the company, unsurprisingly, I once again got into the habit of constantly pissing my boss off. As a result of this lifelong pattern, I was frequently ‘punished’ by having to call on customers in small remote places that no one else wished to visit.

It was on my way to one of these hick towns, that this story took place.

Late one afternoon, en-route to one of these godforsaken places, I approached a service station that seemed to have a really interesting diner. Although I only had a further fifty miles to go, I was starving at this point after not having had lunch that day. The food at the diner was excellent and during my meal, I had a beer with my dinner.

Afterward, I visited the small adjoining shop to buy a chocolate bar for later. As I did so, my eyes focussed on the beers on offer. This is when I made the mistake of buying one for my journey ahead. As I drove further, I began sipping on the beer.

When I arrived in ‘Hicksville,’ I pulled up to a stop sign. I was so busy looking at the satnav in my vehicle to locate the motel that I failed to see the police car that was parked up ahead.

As I then proceeded forward. To my horror, a policeman jumped out of the police car before gesturing me to pull over.

After letting my window down, the policeman who was now standing next to me, asked me for my driver’s licence. As I handed it over I observed the name, Woods, pinned to his uniform.

Woods then glanced at the license before handing it back. “Sir, you didn’t stop properly at the stop street before proceeding forward,” he informed me.

“Yes, I did,” I answered, emphatically.

“No sir, it’s a stop sign, not a pause sign,” he countered.

As I continued arguing, his eyes looked past me and focussed on the empty beer bottle I had placed in the centre consul of my car.

“Have you been drinking, sir?” he then asked me.

“Just one beer,” I answered, matter-of-factly.

“Then you won’t mind stepping out of the vehicle, sir?” Officer Woods next suggested.

Irritated, I let out a sigh of frustration as I did so. By now, he had obviously gestured to the other officer sitting in the police car to bring over the breathalyser kit.

After placing it to my lips he instructed me to blow into it.

As Officer Woods looked at the result he uttered, “Looks like you had more than just one beer, sir.”

“What’s it say?” I inquired.

“Well, you are over the limit… Very slightly, I’ll admit, but you are over,” he concluded.

In a last-ditch attempt, I now tried to explain that I had just finished the beer, before babbling on that I was just around the corner from my motel. In conclusion, I incredulously concluded that the streets were empty.

“It looks like you are not taking this matter too seriously,” he stated in a haughty manner.

“I am… Officer Woods, it’s just that I don’t want to waste any more of your time,” I responded with a mildly apologetic grin.

The officer did not buy my half-hearted apology and after my earlier smart-arsed offensive, it was clear that he was out to prove a point.

“Please turn around, sir,” he ordered, prior to cuffing me.

“Morris, you can drive the gentleman’s vehicle and I’ll take him in the police car with me,” Woods instructed his associate.

Within a minute we arrived at the police station. Once inside, Woods unlocked my one cuff and instructed me to sit on the bench in the charge office. After clamping the unlocked handcuff to the armrest of the seat, he informed Dunstan, the man behind the counter, to phone Charlie and tell him that he needed a blood test as soon as possible. He also went on to say that Dunstan should tell Charlie, after Charlie arrived, that he needed the result of the test in time for court the following morning.

As this was happening the second officer, Morris, entered the charge office. As he did so, he held up my car’s keyring and with a snigger, flashed it at the other two policemen.

‘Oh shit, I’m fucked,’ I thought, as I observed the gay flag encased in Perspex.

Shortly, Woods received a callout on his potable two-way radio receiver.

“We need to get moving,” he informed Morris, before telling Dunstan that he would take care of the paperwork when he got back.

As I sat awaiting Charlie’s arrival, I hoped that he would take a long time before coming. The longer the better I ruminated. I had also not imbibed any alcohol in the preceding few days, which also counted in my favour, I reasoned.

When Charlie did arrive an hour and a quarter later, I was confident that the blood test would negate the charges.

Any hope that I would be released and told to appear in court the following morning, however, was negated when I was led off to the police cells.

As we stood before the cell where I was to spend the night, I observed a blanket-covered form on the bunk to my left. The bunk to the right was unoccupied and slightly beyond that, there was a toilet bowl.

After Dunstan locked the cell behind me he banged on the bars and said, “Hey, Lee, I brought you a pussy-boy to practice on, so that when you arrive at the big house tomorrow, you’ll be well-prepared for your stay in prison.” Then, as he was leaving he let out a hearty chuckle and concluded, “Try not to make too much noise, girls.”

As I sat on my bunk nervously, the form before me did not move for several minutes. On one side of the blanketed mound, I observed cowboy boots, a pair of jeans, a leather jacket, and a t-shirt.

When the shape finally sat up and the blanket was tossed to his side, the sight before me was like no other I had ever seen in my life.

Lee was the most butch looking man I had seen in a very long while. On an alpha scale from one to ten, he was an eleven. His entire muscular body was almost completely covered with tattoos.

On his bald head and hairless face; only his ears, lips, and upper eyelids weren’t inked. As I would also see later, on his mostly hairless body, only his armpits, nipples, the palms of his hands, the soles of his feet, and finally his balls, bore no tattoos.

In all honesty, the tattoos were magnificently done and very varied. The one tattoo that immediately captivated me was of a ferocious fantasy creature with menacing teeth, which appeared on his upper chest. His overall appearance was astounding and also totally frightening, all at the same time.

After a few moments, Lee finally spoke. “What are you in for?”

“DUI,” I replied, before going on to tell him the full story.

After I was done, he asked, “Who brought you in?”

“An officer called Woods,” I answered.

With a snigger, Lee then said, “Good old Captain America. I was at school with that prick… actually; maybe prick is the wrong word. Woods has small cock syndrome. His dick is so small that only a chipmunk or squirrel could get excited by that tiny acorn, and chicks only ever bedded him once. I believe that he is still not married,” Lee concluded with a good laugh.

After a brief pause, Lee then continued. “My guess is that you have nothing to worry about. Breathalysers don’t hold up in court. Blood tests are the real deal and from what you have just told me, yours is going to be fine. The other possible ‘pause’ charge is also meaningless, because both officers were in their vehicle and did not have a fully unobstructed view at the time that it occurred. It’s hard to believe that they are actually wasting their time with this. Did you give them lip in the charge office? Something must have triggered them off, for them to lock you up.”

Reluctantly, I then related the keyring story.

“Ah, that explains the pussy-boy comment,” Lee said nodding his head.

Trying to change the conversation, I then asked, “Why are you here?”

“Assault,” he answered.

“Is it serious?” I questioned.

“If it’s your third time, you bet your arse it’s serious,” he countered.

“So, is your court case tomorrow?” I inquired.

“No, buddy, tomorrow I get sentenced.” After a pause, he then continued. “The first time I got a suspended sentence. The second time I was put away for a year. Tomorrow, I’ll be lucky to get away with less than three years.”

“Shit!” I replied.

“It is what it is,” he philosophically answered.

Next, Lee arose and walked over to the toilet bowl. After he positioned himself on the far left side of the bowl and given me a full-frontal view, he pushed his boxers down and let them slide down to the floor. Lee then took hold of his very impressive uncut dick before a torrent of piss splashed into the bowl.

I was unable to help myself and kept staring at him. As I looked up into his focussed eyes, I made an excuse for my audaciousness by complimenting his tattoos, before adding, “They must have cost you a fortune.”

“Nah, it cost me a fraction of what one would normally pay. The guy who did them is an old school buddy and he owed me a few favours.”

After giving his knob a shake or two, Lee stepped out of his boxers before bending over and picking them up off the floor. As he made his way to the space between the two bunks, he casually tossed his boxers onto his pile of clothing. As Lee now stood facing me, I got a brief rundown about the most significant tattoos on the front of his body.

Next, after turning around, the lecture continued about the tattoos on the back of his body. Throughout the show, I made approving sounds and complimentary exclamations about his ink.

Although Lee was an incredibly sexy man, I was very worried about the fact that he had a record of assault.

After Lee sat down on his bunk once more, he looked at me and said, “Now it’s your turn.”

“What do you mean?” I asked in disbelief.

“Strip,” he replied, matter-of-factly.

“Naked?” I answered nervously.

“Yip… It’s called ‘give and take,’” Lee unambiguously stated.

From the intense look on his face, I could clearly see that I had just been given a command.

As I very gingerly commenced removing my clothing, Lee then chuckled and said, “As the officer commented earlier, I need to prepare for prison.”

Once I was totally naked, Lee told me to stand in the middle of the floor and show myself off. Uncomfortably, I did my very best.

After a minute or two, I self-consciously returned to my bunk.

“You are one fine-looking bitch,” Lee said approvingly, before adding, “I hope I get a cellmate that looks just like you.”

Very casually, Lee then got up and stood directly before me. “Well, you obviously know what happens next,” he stated.

Picking up on the look of apprehension on my face, Lee calmly persevered. “There are two ways this can go down; nicely… or not so nicely. I’m already in here for assault, so I’ve got nothing to lose. May I suggest you don’t opt for the latter option?”

I simply nodded my head in acknowledgement.

“Now sit forward on your bunk and get busy,” he concluded.

As I reached out for his knob, my heart was fluttering nervously before I enclosed my hand around it.

Picking up on my anxiety, Lee then astutely reassured me, “Relax, buddy, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Cradled in my hand, Lee’s dick instantly responded and commenced enlarging. As my mouth began closing in I could clearly detect that he was a few days short of a shower. Strong as the odour was, it wasn’t off-putting. In addition, it served to enhance my incarceration fantasy, which for me had now become a reality.

Initially, Lee left me to my own devices. Large as his dick was it wasn’t overly thick, and soon my well-trained throat was showing off its skill.

After several minutes, Lee said, “Listen, buddy, my nuts are really bloated. I hope you like the taste of cum.”

Following this, he took control of the situation as his hands clamped hold of my head. Lee now upped his pace and soon I could hear his breathing escalate. When his climax struck shortly thereafter, three consecutive jets of jizz sprayed into my mouth before an abundant lava flow followed. I had to swallow like crazy to deal with the deluge.

When Lee returned to his bunk, I sat happily savouring the residue of spunk still left in my mouth.

With a smile on his face, he then announced, “Just give me ten minutes to build up my strength again, buddy.”

After a brief interlude, Lee announced, “It’s time for my little puppy to assume the doggy position.”

Compliantly, I turned and placed my knees on the bunk. Very slowly, Lee then entered my backside. Lee’s pace was totally unhurried and incredibly sensual. My arse now got one of the best incursions I had ever experienced. Long strokes were followed by total extraction, before the leisurely pumping once more got underway. Over and over, he continued to tantalize my manhole in the most erotic manner I had ever felt before.

Next, Lee again requested my mouth. After another interminable oral session, my backside was once more brought into play.

For the next hour, my gratification seemed endless, before Lee once more announced that he was fast reaching the point of no return. As his thrusting became more urgent, my frantic hand commenced tugging on my dick. Upon our unified release, the ecstasy was mind-blowing.

Afterward, after another piss, Lee returned to his bunk. No sooner had he lay down, before he surprised me by asking me to join him.

As I lay cuddled up next to him, Lee gently ran his hand up and down my back.

“Why don’t you go and steal a car tomorrow when they let you out?” he suggested with a chuckle.

“Huh?” I replied.

“Well if you do that, hopefully, they’ll lock you up in prison with me,” he playfully suggested, as I began to giggle.

After twenty minutes, Lee lifted his body and told me to move in under him on my back. Then, after placing my legs over his shoulders, he commenced steering his knob into my portal. Following this, Lee lowered his body and started kissing me. As he really began making love to me, I reflected upon the fact that no man in my life had ever turned me on more than him.

After another blissful final encounter, I finally headed off to my bunk. Before lying down, I put my hand into the inside pocket of the jacket I had been wearing and pulled out a business card.

After presenting it to him, I said, “When you get out of prison, please give me a call.”

“I might just do that,” he answered.

Despite the humiliation of my incarceration, I had one of the best nights of sleep in my life.

Early the following morning we were awoken when an officer appeared at the cell with a single tray of breakfast that he handed to Lee. As I looked on perplexed, the officer looked at me and said, “Please come with me, sir.”

Prior to leaving the cell, I shook Lee’s hand and wished him the best of luck.

In the charge office, my confusion ended when the officer said, “We won’t be pressing charges. You are free to go.”

As I drove to my motel to have a shower and breakfast before my business appointment, I wondered if I would ever see Lee again.

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My life long dream was to own a B&B, one that was for gay men only. Well my dream was about to come true as I saved, saved, and saved to make it happen.  I knew my career wasn’t what I wanted to do my whole life.

A property became available in Cape May, New Jersey.  The realtor told me the property wasn’t in prestine condition, and needed an extensive amount of work.  I made arrangements to meet with him inspecting what the possibilities might be.

We met on a Saturday morning with my expectations soaring.  As we pulled up to the house, it was a beautiful two story colonial.  The yard was a disaster, not looked after for quite sometime.  We walked in….to the right was a sitting room with a fireplace, which served as an area for guests to relax, check in, also an area for soft drinks, water, coffee and tea.

From the sitting room, there was a door leading into an innkeepers apartment.  From there we went upstairs where there were six ample bedrooms each including large baths.  The rooms all needed to be painted then re-decorated also all the bathrooms totally replaced. Two of the rooms had beautiful fireplaces.  From there we headed outside to the back of the house which was in total disarray.  The pool area was a complete disaster.  

The house needed a lot of tender loving care, but I fell in love with this historic home.  The realtor told me the asking price, which I made an offer much lower than what it was listed for.  The realtor went on to advise me that the home had been on the market for almost two years with the owners anxious to sell, advising me that the owners would possibly accept the offer I made.  The realtor also said that it was the oldest home in Cape May built in the late 1700’s.

I spent the night in Cape May, loving this little town with so much history.  The B&B was only about a mile from the ocean, also there was a neat small Bistro across the street.  Since I wouldn’t be serving breakfast, I issued per couple a forty dollar per day voucher for breakfast at the Bistro across the street.

That night in my hotel suite all I could do was think of the possibilities for this home with so much character.  I was planning in my head what I would do….making it a four or five start B&B.

I headed home the next day, the realtor had advised me I would hear from him sometime during the week.  On Thusday my cell phone rang, my heart started pounding as the number was that of Russ from the Realtors Office. “Beau this is Russ, the sellers have accepted your offer, if you accept you will need to come by my office to sign paperwork also a 10 percent deposit is required, we will need to talk about the necessary inspections as the sale will be based on the property passing all inspections.”

I hung up with Russ doing a dance as I screamed yes, yes, yes.  To get to the point, all the inspections passed, also all the financing was approved.  I now was heading to Cape May for a week to meet with several contractors for the necessary work that had to be done.  I was now the proud owner of a B&B.  I decided to call it “The Cape May Inn”

I hired a landscaper to take care of the yard, a plumbing contractor to replace the bathrooms, painters, flooring  specialists, also pool specialists.  In eight weeks time what was a run down shabby looking B&B was now decorated with a modern masculine flair.  The bedroom suites were all painted in shades of grey, with black, grey and white accessories including the bedding.  Soft carpeting underfoot for comfort in shades of deeper grey.  The bathrooms were all fitted with large walkin showers each with anal douche water heads.   

The pool in the yard had to be repaired then surrounded with ceramic squares.  Tables, chairs, lounge chairs, a shower also an outdoor bar completed the pool/lounge area.  Decorative lighting was hung all around the lounge area.  When completed it was beautiful and very private.

I decided after talking to many gay men that the B&B would be clothing optional.  The grand opening was scheduled….in two hours the B&B was booked for the entire month.  I was beyond thrilled.  I gave my notice at work with my new title being “Innkeeper”.

My first two guests arrived as I got all their information including payment.  I took them on a tour in which they were not expecting such a beautiful Inn.  I introduced myself as Beau with them stating their names were Scott and Nathan.  They were both handsome, tall, Scott had a muscular body with blond hair and the bluest eyes. Nathan was a little shorter but muscular with brown hair with brown eyes.  Yes they were indeed eye candy.  I proceeded to take them around the property, showing the pool area which they loved.  We went back inside showing them their room with a king size bed.  They were both thrilled with the accomodations.  I went on to tell them that clothing was optional around the pool area as they both looked at each other smiling.

By the end of the week I was booked solid with twelve of the most gorgeous men surrounding me.  I always dressed casual but with a sexy flair.  I’m 6′ tall, dark almost black hair with deep blue eyes.  My body is toned with strong biceps, pecs, and abs.  I felt I had to make a good impression for my guests.

I had finished my duties that needed attending then headed to the pool area.  When I walked outside I took a deep breath as all of my guests were nude.  My heart started racing as I went to the bar to offer cocktails. There were some hot long thick cocktails that I would have loved to enjoy.  Nathan and Scott came to the bar area as I offered what ever their choice of cocktail was.  They asked me if I had a partner as I responded  “no, been there, done that.” They both began laughing as Nathan looked at me: “If you would like to join us later tonight Beau for a three way we would be more than happy for your company”  I looked at them not knowing exactly what to say, so I just said: “I don’t think so guys, I’m always pretty busy.”  Nathan said:  “If you change your mind, we will be up late.”

I was tempted but I knew it wouldn’t be wise to take them up on their offer.  But what happened the next evening had me losing control.  As I went out to the pool area with all the super lighting, I could not believe what was happening.  All the guys were either fucking, sucking, rimming, you name it. It didn’t take long that my cock was hard as stone, straining in my tight shorts.  One of the guys came over to me, got close looking in my eyes as he grabbed my erect cock: “Why don’t you take your cloths off and join us.  As much as I wanted to I knew where my place was as Innkeeper.  I just replied:  “I’m here alone, so thank you for the offer, but I have too much to do.”  I knew at that point I would have to post some rules that sex was not allowed at the pool area.

Things were getting too much for me so I decided to hire as assistant. I placed an ad….the response was overwhelming.  I ended with six candidates for the position.  I interviewed the first five not being very impressed.The last person applying was without a doubt the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen.  6′ tall, blond, blue eyes also a body to die for.  He came dressed appropriately, with a friendly demeanor.  I advised him that his duties would be working to accommodate the guests as they arrived, taking them to their rooms, also showing them the property.

He was extremely excited about the position, adding that he would love working in a B&B.  I explained to him that it was a gay B&B also that it was clothing optional at the pool area.  He was so friendly I hired him on the spot.  I really think it was my cock that chose him.

One evening I was working in my apartment painting the living room. He walked in to say goodnight asking if I needed help.  I said:  “Noah don’t you have anything better to do?”  His answer was “no”.  “Well let me get you a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.  He stripped in front of me….he had one hell of a bulge in his Calvin Cline briefs.  I began to get an erection as I hadn’t had sex in several days.  I handed him a brush as we began painting, It really struck me how he was going beyond his duties.  Or what it something more?

It was nearly ten when we finished, we were both covered in paint.   I told him he could take a shower as I was going to take one.  He said: “That would be awesome if you don’t mind.  We both showered then sat down to have a beer.  “Boy, I’m tired, I hate to drive home.”  “Your welcome to stay the night if you would like, but I only have one bedroom, but its a king size bed if you don’t mind sleeping together.  “No that’s fine with me.”  

As we got in bed he looked at me saying good night also thanking me for letting him stay.  I told him it was no problem and with that he turned around….in no time he was snoring softly.  I was elated that nothing happened even though my cock was fully engorged.  I layed there just thinking, eventually falling asleep.

I awoke the next morning with the sound of the shower running.  I got up, went into the kitchen starting to brew a pot of coffee.  Noah came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him asking me if I had a shirt he could borrow.  I told him just to go in my closet to pick out whatever he wanted.  

I made us breakfast….we enjoyed casual talk, finished eating, then began a busy day.  Noah was at the front desk while I was cleaning up the pool area.  I hired a college kid to come in to clean the bedroom suites and baths.

When I came to the front desk there was a tall handsome guy talking to Noah.  “Beau this in Brent my boyfriend.” I made pleasantries then headed back to the pool area.  I was dazed with Noah showing off his boyfriend as I became jealous not quite understanding why.   I avoided him for the rest of the day.  At the end of the day Noah asked me if there was something wrong….I told him no everything was fine, I was just very busy.

The next evening I was again painting in the my apartment when Noah walked in.  “Can I help you”  “No, shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend?”  “He had plans this evening.”  “Well Noah I wouldn’t want him to be upset with you if your spending time with me.”  “I sense that your upset with me.”  “No I’m really not, its just that I thought you were single.”  “Beau I’ve only been with him a short time, I don’t really think its going to work out between us.”  

We painted throughout the evening with Noah asking me again if he could stay.  “I don’t think that’s a good idea Noah.”  “What’s going on Beau, you have been frigid towards me since I introduced you to Brent.”  “It’s nothing Noah, you can stay if you want to.”  With that we just keep working determined to finish the painting.

We both took showers, had a beer then headed to bed.  I feel asleep but at some point during the night I awoke with Noah laying next to me with his arm across my chest.  I panicked afraid to move, so I took Noah’s arm to move it away but when I did he leaned on his elbow looking at me:  “Beau I want you inside me.”   “Fuck Noah you have a boyfriend….I would call that cheating if I did what you want.”  “It’s not cheating Beau because I’m ending our relationship tomorrow.”

I took his face in my hands then placing my lips on his.  The kiss was soft, wonderful, then I took my tongue running it along his lips as his mouth opened to accept me.  A fire raced through my body filling me with desire.  Our mouths became frantic as our tongues became crazed exploring each other.  I removed my briefs with Noah doing the same.  We wrapped our arms around each other feeling the intimacy that we were about to share.  I began kissing his body from his neck, to his nipples, down his stomach to his firm abs, as he shuttered with the touch of my lips on his body.  I continued down to his pubes, taking his manhood in my mouth.  The length and thickness was filling me with erotic lust.  I took his whole member deep into my throat, coating him with the wet juices from my mouth.  He raised his body pushing himself deep into my throat.  

“Beau baby please eat my pussy, its quivering waiting for you.” Without hesitation I lifted his legs, heading straight for his sweet pink pussy lips.  As I began licking his rosebud as he moaned in pleasure. “Oh fuck yeah just like that baby.”  I continued worshiping him until he said:  “Beau I need you inside me.”  Without hesitation I lubed my cock and his sweet ass, placing my cock at his entrance.  I pushed in as he groaned:  “All the way lover, all the way.” I felt my cock buried deep in his bowels, then started my in and out thrusts hitting his sweet spot driving him crazy as his sexual libido was in overdrive.  “Yes Beau, fuck me, give me that big cock baby fuck me, fuck yeah.”  I began a steady rhythm pounding his ass as I became mesmerized how his hot fuck canal felt, warm, tight, and grabbing my cock.

We were both panting as I laid on his chest sucking his nipples then kissing him as he spit in my mouth driving me over the top.  “Noah babe, are you ready because I’m about to bust a nut in your fucking hot ass.  “Oh yeah baby cum inside me I want to feel you.”  “Oh fuck I’m cumming Noah, fuck yeah, mmmmmm.”  “Oh my God, I’m cumming too, oh fuck yeah.”

I looked down starting to laugh:  “Fuck Noah when was the last time you shot a load, I can’t believe the amount of cum you shot.”  “It’s been a few days” he laughed.  I reached down slowly licking up every drop of his sweet jizz, then shared it with him.  “Beau, I came without touching my cock….that’s just incredible.  “Noah, that’s because I’m incredible.”  “I don’t want to heighten your ego but your right.”

Noah turned sideways placing his arm around me and said:  “Beau we have a lot to talk about.”  “Okay but lets do it tomorrow its late. With that we wrapped our arms around each other, drifting off to sleep.  

The next day Noah asked if we could talk….we sat down with me beginning.  “Noah last night was incredible, but I don’t want to jump into a relationship,  I’ve been hurt twice so I just want to go slow, please don’t pressure me.”  “Beau, I have no intention of pressuring you, I’m not an insecure guy as I always believed that you may want someone but you never need them….needy people have issues. 

“Wow, you pretty much have your shit together.”  “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had some bad relationships, but I never let it get to me, oh yeah I’ve had disappointments, I’ve been hurt,  but as the expression goes, there are plenty of fish in the sea.”  I don’t like to get hurt, no one does, but I quickly get over it, I force myself to.”

Over the next several months, the B&B was extremely busy being booked in advance for months.  Noah proved to be everything I wanted in an assistant.  He went far beyond his duties to insure that our guests were taken care of. I didn’t want another relationship but the feelings I had for Noah were deep.  Our sex was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

For the past few weeks I noticed that Noah wasn’t himself, with a tendency to be distant, pre-occupied, also sad.  I confronted him asking him what was going on.  He looked at me as tears appeared in his eyes.  “Beau, we made love, its been months, but not once have you told me you love me.”  I was lost for words….looking into his tearful eyes, I finally said:  “Noah, you know how hurt I’ve been in the past and I don’t want to go through that again.”  “Beau, at some point you have to move on or you just stay stuck in the hurt.”  “I know what your saying, all I can say right now is please don’t leave me, just give me time.”  “I wiped the tears from his eyes, kissing him.  I wanted to tell him right there that I loved him, but something inside me made me stop.

A few more months went by when Noah said he needed to talk to me:  “Beau I’m giving you my two weeks notice or I’ll stay until you get someone to replace me.  I was so hurt that I became angry and said: “No you can leave now, I can handle the B&B myself.  He looked at me, went into the apartment to get a few things he always left, when he came out I had his check with some severance pay.  He quickly left slamming the door.  I went into the apartment, looking out the window as he walked away.  The tears began to flow as I said to myself:  “What am I going to do without him.”

For the next week I felt lost, alone, missing him.  I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t be without him.  I now had two gay friends who tended to the B&B two days a week.  I called them to see if they were available for the next two days in which they agreed.  When they arrived I was already dressed, heading to the jewlery shop.  I purchased two platinum wedding bands.

I went to Noah’s apartment ringing the door bell.  Noah opened the door with a look of shock on his face.  “Beau what are you doing here?”  “Can I come in Noah?”  I walked in, sitting down I looked at him and asked him to sit:”Noah, I’m so sorry for the way I’ve been towards you, please don’t say a word….I’ve been stuck in my own misery thinking I could never love again.”

I got on my knees, Noah was standing….I took his hand:  “Noah, I love you more than I have loved anything in my life.”  I took the velvet black box out of my pocket, opening it:  “Noah will you marry me.” The look on his face was total shock.  His eyes filled with tears but he said nothing.  “Are you going to give me heart failure or will you say yes.” Suddenly he got on his knees:  “My sweet Beau of course I’ll marry you, I love you more than I can even express.”  We put are arms around each other….I kissed him with an intensity that overwhelmed both of us.  It didn’t take long before we were laying on the floor in a 69 position sucking our cocks.  The sounds of our mouths greedily taking each other to the depths of extreme pleasure. It didn’t take long before we erupted in each others mouths accepting the warm, sweet cum.  We kissed sharing our nectar, then embracing as the feeling of love surrounded us.

A month later we were married changing the name of the B&B to  “Moorcock Inn”  Our B&B became a mainstay in Cape May, the “only totally gay” lodging in the entire area.   We expanded the pool area to include a hot tub, also an area for a  DJ on Saturday evenings.  We did place rules as to “Nudity allowed but no sex at the pool area”.

Our life was full, now fifteen years later the B&B is thriving….so are Noah and I.

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Quote for Thought

“Even though you broke my heart, I still love you with all the tiny pieces”           Unknown

Well the next day I got a call from Mike to thank me for my help. He said he wanted to come over before I left to thank me personally for helping him out yesterday. I told him to come over to my hotel. When he did I really wasn’t expecting anything more than a hand shake or a pat on the back. But when he knocked on my door and I opened it. He was wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a shirt that was opened at the top few buttons. I could see his furry chest beneath. He was taller than I had remembered.

He stood there and said. “So how can I repay you for your help buddy” He said with a strong hand on my shoulder.

He began to rub gently my tired shoulder. Then he came in closer and I could smell him. He was luxuriant. Then he pulled me to him and smiled real big.

“I have something I’m pretty sure you would like to have”

With that he grabbed my hand and pressed it to his crotch. He rubbed it against a large piece of something inside. He was soft so far but felt pretty big. Then he leaned over and planted his soft lips to mine. I could feel the facial fur tickle my chin. His tongue pried my mouth open and pushed its way inside. My hand was still rubbing at what was now something twitching in his shorts. My free hand reached up and caressed his chest. I unbuttoned his shirt and opened it to reveal his big hairy chest. I looked down from his face to it.

I was in utter lust from his big beefy body. My hand roamed over his chest. The hairs mingling between my fingers. He proceeded to kiss me again. I was in heaven from the feel and the smell of this awesome daddy of a man. His hands roamed over my back. He was lightly breathing as he pulled me even closer. I looked at his gorgeous blue eyes and became lost in them. Then I kissed his cheek, then his neck. Inhaling him as I moved down to his chest. I became lost in his furry torso.

I pulled his shirt from his shorts and removed it from his awesome body. I gazed at the sight before me. This magnificent piece of man flesh. He looked at me different than his friends had thought. It wasn’t just sex he was after. I could see it in his eyes. His big hand stroked my face.

“Hey I’m sorry about treating you so badly at first” he said. “But I had to make sure you weren’t working for Pepino” he continued. “I’m really glad you aren’t.

He then picked me up and carried me over to the bed and lay me down. I watched as he stood above me and he began to remove my shorts. I pulled off my shirt for him. He then lowered his own shorts. I was in total awe of his big cock as it came into view. It was long and covered in viens. He was cut and had a nice pair of nuts that hung nice and low. My eyes traced his beautiful form from the knees that I could see up to his handsome face.

At that moment I felt a tingle in my stomach. Not since I was with my ex lover had I had that feeling. I was falling for this God of a man without even knowing him. Mike then crawled up on the bed. I could see him above me as he came closer. He was magnificent. He leaned down and kissed at my neck. Electricity shot trough me. My body shook lightly. I moaned from the shear sensations he was making me feel. Then he moved up and looked straight at me.

“Hi” he said playfully.

Then he kissed my mouth again. But it was more passionate this time. He pulled at my clothes to get them off. I was more than happy to be naked for this hot stud. He immediately grabbed for my dick and pulled on it, his big hands mauling my balls. I continued to kiss at his neck, inhaling his awesome smell. I could feel his big dick on my thigh as he rubbed up against me.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard” He said.

With that he rose up and turned over on the bed, lying on his back.

“Suck this” His pointed his big cock in the air at me.

I crawled between his furry legs and looked up at the long dick. He was still soft but almost 7 inches already. I moved in closer to get to it. I was just inches from it when he commanded. “Get on that cock boy. Make daddy bust a nut”

I reached for his now growing member. It felt wonderful in my hand. I stroked it a few times then closed the gap to my mouth and placed the head inside. The silken was delicious. I pushed several juicy inches into my hungry mouth.

“Ughhh” he moaned lightly. “That’s more like it baby”

I slobbered over his big cock for several minutes. I could feel him getting harder and harder with every stroke on his dick. I pulled up to see that he had grown to an incredible 8 and a half inches in length, and was as thick as my wrist. The thick shaft glistened with my spit.

“Go on finish” he groaned. “You suck better than Tommy does”

I was encouraged by his words and returned to the task at hand. I swallowed more of his now huge cock into my mouth. I had only about 7 inches in my hungry throat when he started to writhed at me. He grabbed at my head roughly and pushed hard on me. His huge cranked was buried down in my throat hard.

“Glllrrphh” I gagged as he tried to force all his dick into my throat. I tried to push him off but he held hard and said. “Take it boy”

I couldn’t get any air as I thought I might choke to death. Then he reached under my chin and gently stroked my neck, messaging my throat muscles as he slowed his brutal attack on my throat. Then he gently stroked my head as he pulled from my mouth. He lowered his face and kissed my lips. I took in a needed breath.

Then he presented his cock back to me. I took it in my mouth like a good little bitch. I wanted to pleasure this big beefy stud. It was so thick though. How I had it in my mouth before was a shock to me for I had trouble getting it back in. I licked at the thick bulbous head of his cock. I reached down and grabbed his big low hanging balls. I caressed their wrinkled skin. They filled my hand entirely.

“Ugghhh yess. He moaned. “So freakin’ great baby. Your mouth is soo damned incredible. I could fuck just your mouth for hours.”

He stroked my head and pushed gently into my mouth. The huge shaft dug deeper into my wide opened mouth. He stopped once he reached my throat. I breathed in to prepare to take more of his large cock. I could taste the delicious precum as it drooled from the tip of his cock. The taste was like aphrodisiac as I began hungrier and hungrier for his cock. My tongue raked across the bulging shaft and underneath I could feel the piss tube pulsing as it thickened his cock even more. I don’t believe I have ever had my mouth this much opened before. My jaw began to ache from the strain of accommodating his huge cock. But I persevered. I drooled and slobbered over his huge tool with ecstatic rapture.

“Mmmphh, mmpphh” I mumbled over his shaft. Then I felt my throat give and he plunged into my awaiting throat. “Fuuckkk” he moaned loudly. “That’s it baby take my cock into that awesome throat.”

His hand caressed at my neck and the back of my head gently again as his full near 9 inches plunged down into my gullet. His big nuts mashed against my chin. I was delirious from the sensation of his huge cock trying to crawl down into my belly as well as the lack of air I was getting. But his taste and smell kept me going. His beefy hands caressed at my face. I looked up to see him smiling at me lovingly. Right now I wanted nothing more than to pleasure my big hunky daddy man.

My hand reached up for his big hairy chest. I felt as the fur on his body ran through my fingers. The hard muscles underneath told the tale of his work out regiment. My desires for him kicked into overload as I reached his furry nipples and pinched them gently with my fingers. He moaned lightly. His hips humped my face slowly as he groaned and panted his pleasure.

“Mmphhh, Awee yes baby” He cooed. “Mikey loves that wonderful mouth”

I was able to acclimate my sucking to where I could get some much needed air on an upstroke here and there. I pulled off his huge pecker and stroked it, gazing at its glistening thick shaft. I looked at every vein that trailed along the length to the thick meaty head.

He looked at me and then picked me up. He pulled me into his strong arms and kissed me passionately. I could feel his awesome furry body against me. His arms wrapped around me as he held me close to him. We kissed for what seemed hours, although it was just a few moments. I looked at his gorgeous blue eyes again, and was taken by the softness he was showing in them. I wanted to jump into them at that moment.

“Take me Mike” I begged. “I want to feel you inside me”

Mike pushed me to the bed and I fell back. He pulled up my legs and went for my ass. His face buried at my hole. I felt the rough fur on his face as he borrowed his tongue into my ass. I writhed on his face as he ate my as hole.

“Unnghhh yeah daddy” I cooed. “Eat me good. Open me up for your cock.”

He mumbled something and shoved a finger up into me as well. I groaned deeply as he took me. Then a few minutes later another finger. After what seemed forever he pulled his fingers from my ass and pulled me to him at the edge. Lifting my legs up, he aimed his big cunt shredder at me. He rubbed my ass ring with the fat head repeatedly until I was begging him to stuff my ass.

“Pleeasse fuck my daddy” I cried out. “I need you to fuck me good. I need that daddy cock inside me”

He then pressed the fat head of his dick at my entrance and shoved hard. My sphincter popped open and his cock slid into my ass. I could feel every thick inch of him as he pushed down into my horny ass.

“Mmmpphh yeah” he groaned. “Feels soooo good on my dick” Slowly every thick inch of him slid into my. Then when he was fully in he stopped. “How ya doin?” he asked “Mmmm goood” I cooed. “Big fukin’ dick”

He ground his hips at me as he dug at every crevice inside my ass. His fat knob raked across my button and my body quivered. A tremor rippled through me as he did it again and again.

“I can feel your love button inside. I’m gonna beat it to a pulp.”

With that he pulled up slowly until he was almost all the way out. He lingered at my opened hole for a moment. My ass slurping at his cock, wanting it back inside. Boy did I get my wish he gripped my body and slammed down with all his force. His huge head crashed into my prostate hard.

“Awweeii fuck” I squealed as pain registered.

Then he did it again, pulling up almost out and again slamming down onto my button. Then again and again and again as he brutalized my ass with his cock.

“Awwee shiittt, awwee fuck daddy” I cried. “Soo fucking bigg”

He kept pumping my ass now at break neck speed. He started to pant roughly now. Then stopped abruptly and flipped me on my stomach. Hauling out his ass rammer. He then slammed back down into me and then leaned down and grabbed at me, picking me up in his powerful arms. He lifted me up in the air and impaled me on his cock over and over. His big cock kept hitting my prostate harder and harder. My body could take no more. He picked me up again and drove me hard on his raging shaft. He battered my prostate so much my body went into spasms as I came. Without touching myself I shot volley after volley into the air.

“Fuck” I shrieked. “I’m cumming. Ohhhh God I’m cumming”

He grabbed my flailing, spurting dick and jerked the cum from me. I collapsed on him, going limp as he held me. Then he brought me back to the bed and pushed me into the pillow again. Ploughing his cock into my guts again. His fat head expanding in my beaten ass as he too was drawing near. I could tell by his laboured breathing and the way he was starting to lose control of his motions.

He stopped again and pulled out once more. He flipped me on my back and drove back into me.

“Getting real close” he said.

He started to pump faster and faster into my ass. Then he exploded. His body erupting in a domino affect as it seemingly started at his toes and rocked through his entire body. He spasmed over and over again. His huge cock plunging to the bottom of my ass. Crashing into my prostate again and again. I screamed as I came yet again from the battering of my precious button.

He bent over and kissed me passionately. My arms wrapped around him as I felt the first shots of his molten lava burn my insides.

“Aawwee yes, awe yeah, awe yeah” he moaned as he finished cumming in me.

He fell on me and pulled me to him. His hot body burned against my flesh. His big cock softened in my ass and he kissed me tenderly. “Thanks again” he said.

Mike then said that he wanted to see me again after I got home. That he would take some time from work and visit me back in the states. The thought excited me, so I gave him my address and number. Then he got dressed and kissed me. I watched as the hot hunk left me there in my room. I finished packing and headed to the airport.

I realized his promise to come see me may never come true. But was sure nice to spend time with Mike and the H.E.A.T. team…

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Garrick, who was my sister’s new boyfriend, was the embodiment of male perfection. He stood six-foot-three-inches-tall and had a well-developed masculine frame. Garrick had amber eyes, short curly brown hair, a cleft in his chin, and a sensual mouth with perfect teeth. His hands and feet were broad and beautiful, and the hair on his body looked like shiny silk. Magnificent as he was, however, there was one additional trait that blew me away completely. He had a fantastic bubble butt and an impressive crotch to match. Actually, the word bubble in reference to his backside would probably be an understatement, so let’s make that; a balloon butt. From the minute I met him, the one image I simply couldn’t get out of my mind was the thought of his naked butt twitching as he fucked my sister with the generous appendage he sported in front of him, plowing her pussy.

My sister, Nadine, was two years older than me and in her second year at college. Garrick was in his fourth and final year at the same varsity. As I would learn, they would be spending the first few days of their holiday at our home, before going off camping in the mountains.

On their first morning, the couple left home after breakfast to visit a few of my sisters old buddies. I knew that Nadine was on a bragging expedition to show off her new stud.

On their second morning, however, we had a leisurely breakfast after my poor father, the only one not on holiday, left for work.

Mom and Nadine then decided that they would spend the day shopping and there was way on earth I would be joining them. Naturally, having also experienced this ordeal with Nadine previously, Garrick elected to remain home with me.

As the two ‘torturous shoppers’ departed I washed the breakfast dishes. Upon performing my task, Garrick stood chatting to me.

“So, you’re gay… right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, totally unflustered. The whole fuckin’ world knew I was gay.

“I believe your folks are cool with it?” he questioned.

“Sure,” I replied, nonchalantly.

“You’re lucky,” he said, before continuing, “My older brother is gay and two years ago when he came out, my dad had a shit-fit. Dad still won’t talk to him.”

“Do you and your brother look alike?” I asked, hoping like hell that I would get to meet his brother.

“Nah, I’m the ugly one,” he answered with grin. “But sadly I have to report my brother is happily involved,” he concluded with a laugh.

By the time I finished up with the dishes, he suggested that we go for a swim. As we headed for our respective bedrooms to change into our swimming costumes, I prayed like hell that he would appear in a speedo.

When we made our way to the pool he had a large towel wrapped around his hips. After arriving at the two loungers, Garrick turned facing away from me and removed his towel before placing it over the sunbed. My eyes spun like a Catherine wheels as I observed the tiny red speedo he was wearing. Much to my delight I even got to see the top of his hairy crack. How I had restrained myself from not reaching out and cupping his ample globes, only goodness knows.

Next, as if all this delight wasn’t enough, Garrick turned to face me, fully revealing the additional large bulge that the speedo showed off magnificently. My heart was practically thumping in my chest as I observed the wicked garden path that led up to his belly button.

Grabbing his bulge he rearranged his package before saying, “I should get a sensible bathing suit like yours, but your sister likes me in this speedo.”

“I’m with her,” I replied impishly.

With one eyebrow lifted he observed me with a bemused smile before asking, “Do you mind if I take this fucking thing off? Besides, it’s just the two of us.”

I was almost unable to reply because my heart stuck in my throat, so I simply shrugged in a ‘no problem’ gesture. When Garrick pushed the red speedo down and let it drop to the ground, my jaw almost hit the floor.

Firstly, how that red speedo had managed to contain its contents, was a total mystery to me. Secondly, his huge balls looked like a creamy coloured shopping bag with two oranges in it. Thirdly, his thick knob was topped by the biggest pink mushroom head I had ever seen.

I thank the lord I had not already popped a boner, because the next suggestion from him was, “Strip, bro, let’s hit the water.”

After diving in we splashed around for a short while before hanging off the side of the pool. Garrick then found one of the jets spraying water in the pool and strategically placed his cock at the level of the gushing nozzle.

Next, as Garrick swayed his body from side to side, he said, “Fuck, bro, this is fucking awesome.”

Because of the ripples on the water I couldn’t properly see his dick, but I surmised that it was hard because of the way it fought against the jet.

“Jesus, this feels good, Terry,” he delightfully informed me.

By now, I was hanging off the edge of the pool with my body against the side, trying to hide my boner.

“Come-on Terry, try this out,” he advised.

I gingerly moved towards the jet, trying my best not to show my hard-on. Given my height, however, the flow only made contact with my belly button. After advising Garrick of such, he moved up behind me and enfolded me in his arms. As he lifted me to the required height I could feel his hard knob at the back of my thighs. As I commenced moving my body from side to side, I could hear his breathing behind me becoming more laboured. Garrick then pushed me up against the side of the pool and began nibbling on my ear.

“I love pussy,” he whispered, “but I’ve always wanted to fuck a bung-hole.”

After a pause, he then continued, “No girlfriend of mine, including your sister, has ever allowed me to fuck them in the arse. Will you let me fuck you Terry?”

“I don’t that’s a good idea,” I murmured, as my conscience clicked in.

“Please Terry, please don’t refuse me,” he pleaded.

“You’ll have to use lube,” I replied apprehensively, as the slut in me took hold.

“I’ve got lotion next to the lounger,” he advised. “Come… let’s get out of the pool,” he then advised.

As we walked to the sunbeds I observed his knob in awe. ‘Fuck,’ I thought, ‘that thing is going to rip me apart.’

Once we had towelled off, I asked, “Would you let me touch your arse?”

“Sure,” he replied with a bemused smile. As I sat on the sunbed he turned around and bent over before me. I began to caress and knead his beautiful balloon butt, before kissing it. Then, as my tongue entered his crack his hands appeared and opened his cheeks. After observing his hairy pink pucker, my mouth moved forward and commenced licking it.

When I began to prod my tongue into his hole, Garrick went ballistic. “Fuck, fuck yeah, Jesus, fucking yes, eat that fucking hole,” he commanded lustfully.

Next, after gripping onto his hips my mouth went into overdrive.

After a minute or two, Garrick lifted his torso and turned his body.

“Lie down on the sunbed,” he instructed. I did as told before he straddled my body facing my feet. Then Garrick pulled his cheeks apart once more and sat on my face. As I licked he moved to and fro, smearing his crack on my face like a bitch in heat.

Expletives, grunts, and groans, kept exploding from his lips as he began to tug on his cock. Then lifting up he moved slightly backwards before dangling his nuts above my mouth. As I licked and suck contentedly, he commenced varying his body position for me to service both his arse and balls.

“Fuck, I’m getting close,” he announced after a short while, as he began tugging on his cock frenziedly.

“Cum in my mouth,” I managed to mumble in the melee. After reversing his body position he told me to open my lips. My mouth got plugged by his huge knob head as he was about to cum, before spurt after spurt of spunk erupted into my throat. I had to swallow like crazy but did so happily. The taste was incredible and the abundance, awe inspiring.

Afterward, he looked at me with a naughty smile and said, “Don’t think you are off the hook Terry, I’m still going to fuck your butt today,” before concluding, “Come, let’s have another dip.”

After splashing around for a while, Garrick again located his favourite nozzle. For several minutes he contentedly enjoyed his genital massage.

With an impish look in his eyes, Garrick then announced “Looks like your butt plug’s ready for some anal action,” he said, as his hand now encased his stiff knob.

Once we had towelled off again, I lay on my stomach with my legs wide apart. Snuggling in behind me, Garrick then began to apply lotion to my arse and to his dick. Then, after opening my butthole with two fingers, he joyfully stated, “Fuck, this hole of yours is very tight. Luckily, however, I have enough power in this huge butt to drive my thick stake into your bunghole.”

As anticipated, his mushroom head was a supreme challenge. With much effort, nevertheless, it finally popped into me. After an initial discomfort, the bulky invader soon began to feel better and better.

When the stimulation from my hole commenced overwhelming me, the added mental stimulation of having an alpha male on my back nearly blew my mind.

‘Oh fuck,’ I ruminated, ‘I’m in heaven.’

As Garrick pumped my arse full of prime beef, I began to feel myself relax as waves of pleasure washed over me. As his huge dick head began to stimulate me beyond all comprehension, I could feel my balls start to churn with excitement.

“Oh fuck, I’m getting close,” I soon announced.

“Go for it,” his directive then came from behind me, before he added; “I’m almost there myself.”

As my dick unloaded, manic sounds from Garrick exploded as he hammered my arse frantically, before cumming.

“Jesus,” he said euphorically, “Arse beats pussy, anytime.”

Regrettably, we were never alone again for the duration of Nadine and Garrick’s stay.

A further disappointment for me was that they broke up a month later, and so I knew that would most probably never see him again.

I did, however, buy myself a red speedo. Naturally, I could never look as good in it as Garrick did, but the sight of it always brings back a fantastic memory.

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It was just after Thanksgiving and just recently receiving my Scout Rank in the Boy Scouts; I knew it was going be a great next year. I had to learn and recite from memory the scout oath, scout law, scout motto, outdoor code and explain what Scout spirit is. The easy part was learning and demonstrating how to perform the Scout sign, salute and participate in my first Scout Master Conference.  Then it was time to start getting my requirements filled for my next rank, Tenderfoot including but not limited to presenting myself to my Patrol Leader, preparing for an overnight trip and spending one night on a troop campout.

Thus; I got the list of all the equipment, clothing and travel gear I needed for my first Camping Trip which would be the Annual February Freezeout.  Two weeks after I got everything I needed and reviewed it with my Patrol Leader; I talked to Brian to confirm I had everything needed for the trip and he passed me. Brian was a few years older than me about 5 Ft, blond hair, blue eyes, and a pretty nice chest; oh yeah, he works out.  Brian always bossed me around a lot at meetings as he said this is just initiation and everyone goes through it.  A week before this trip; Brian assigned me different duties for the campout.  Brian also reviewed the time I should arrive with gear on and reviewed tenting assignments and he said I would be in his tent. 

It’s Friday night now, 5 PM and I had just gotten dropped off and was supposed to check in with Brian as he was my patrol leader and the person responsible for me on this trip.  About 16 other scouts were going and eight of them were in my patrol and they all showed up with rugby shirts, and jeans.  When I got to the campsite; we had to do a lot of walking from the cars to the campground carrying all our camp gear for the weekend outing.  On my first trip, I took a tent, lantern and some canteens of water for our patrol and I couldn’t help but stare at other scouts nicely shaped fitting buts in their jeans. 

Most of the guys there had nice, tight, fit, firm buts and this made my crotch have a little tingle.  What was even more interesting is that while carrying things; very few of us could see below the chest as the equipment was blocking the view.  Luckily, I managed some glances at some very nice packages and they weren’t the kind your local carrier brings and you sign for them.  Everybody had on jeans, but some were so tight against their asses and their crotches I could even see their full-shafts without much effort.  Other guys had a loose fit which made it easy to see their ass cracks every time they bent over to lift or whatever.

After several hours of unloading it was just about dusk and Brian said we need to set up the tents before dark thus we hurried, unfolded, put support rods in the fabric, drove steaks around the tent to support it and then placed a tarp on it.  After this, we were all pretty tired but Brian told me and a few other guys to go get wood so we could make a fire and cook our dinner.  Walking in the woods with these three other hot guys I knew one thing, I wanted to explore what they had in their pants but I wasn’t sure how to do it just yet.

Dinner was over and after singing some camp songs around the fire and roasting marshmallows it was almost time to turn in.  We had each got out a big stick, put a couple of marshmallows on it and then we started to roast till they were golden brown.  Brian told everyone else to get ready for bed as we had a long day hiking tomorrow and said that he and I would put out the fire.  After Brian and I made sure the fire was out, we went into our tent and figured because we were both exhausted; we would just go right to sleep. 

I get into my sleeping bag leaving all my clothes on since it was cold; Brian took off his Jeans and then got into his sleeping bag while still wearing his flannels.  Just as I was about to drift off, I feel Brian’s hand on my chest.  Not paying much attention; I continue to try to fall asleep but can’t because just then Brian brushes his hand against my wrist and my cock starts to tingle.  He then says do you want to be a real Boy Scout; I replied; “yes, sure I do”.  Great then do what I tell you; as someone once showed me a few years ago and I want to share my knowledge with you.

He puts his hand on my chest as my heart is beating very quickly and my dick is rapidly getting hard.  He starts to rub my chest and he says how does that feel; I reply I guess ok.  Good; now how about this and he squeezes my nipples and they become very sensitive to his touch and my penis starts to get wet in my underwear.  Then he rubs my chest around and around, side to side, up, down till I get relaxed.  I think he must have been massaging my chest for over 10 minutes and at the last minute, he rubs way down to where my stomach is just above the belt and waistline.  To be honest; I start to enjoy this and deeply relax.  Next, I get so relaxed I don’t even notice he is slowly dipping his fingers just under my belt line.

Another 10-15 minutes go by and again I just relax more.  My Dick is getting so Fucking hard, and wet by now.  Suddenly I feel his fingertips touch my dick.  Shhh, he says; relax Ryan.  He proceeds to go deeper with those amazing fingers; rubbing my rod with them and my balls.  I let out a gentle moan and then he removes his hand from my underpants; whew that was fun; I said to myself it’s over what a relief.  After thinking he stopped, I relax deeper and then suddenly he undoes my leather belt, unsnaps my jeans.  Yea, he glides my zipper all the way down.  Then he yanks my jeans down and within a second he pulls my jockeys off too. Fuck, fuck I say to myself.

Now I’m going to show you what the Older Boys and Men in the patrol do on camping trips.  Gently his tongue starts at the base of my balls up my fucking hard shaft and licking the precum dripping out of my penis tip.  I never had felt this before; then he takes his beautiful mouth and sucks my head all the way down his throat.  Oh fuck Brian, fuck; I’ve been waiting for you to go on a camping trip with me for a long time.  You always had a nice package at the Meetings on display and just wanted to take you the men’s room and suck you so bad.

Hey Brian; can you show me yours; he tells me if you want it; come and get it.  What do you mean? You want my fucking dick, come and take it out.  I reach over and then I pull his flannels down but he still has underwear on. Next, I remove his slightly wet jockey briefs exposing that amazingly fucking, beautiful, thick, wet, juicy, cock.  Well, Ryan; do you need a fucking invitation; Suck my dick good and I might just let you put it up your hole.  What??? Oh that’s right you are new to this; I want to stick my cock so far up your hole.

I start very gently at Base of Brian’s Balls and lick up and down around his shaft and of course, that precum coming off his penis. Role over Ryan; he says to me why?  Just roll over and relax. Then he takes some lube applies it to his right-hand middle finger and then gently probes my ass hole.  He feels around my hole and I moan while he does this.  Great; now that you are all lubed up and open you are ready for the real thing.  What’s that I replied; he said my big dick; Ryan.  I don’t know?  Brian reaches into his shirt pocket; pulls out a package opens it and then slides it over his shaft. 

He asks me to sit on his chest; then he says to sit on his rod.  I start to feel his hard, wet rod, opening up my tight virgin asshole each time I sit down on his cock.  Then he says to move my but up and down as I glide his shaft.  Try to do it faster if you can. Oh, shit; not only am I getting fucked I am now cumming too as he penetrates my manhole.

Now; when I ask you to help me find something I lost in the woods; that’s code for I want to suck you off now.  If you ask someone for self soap while taking a shower; don’t be surprised if every guy comes over and starts soaping you up real good.  That’s kool; sure but it ends with each of them giving you a blow job and if you stick your finger in your hole while they are doing this; that means you want them to fuck you.

“ So you really like dick?”, He asked. I turned away from the movie, we had both been watching and looked at the 20 year old little brother of my long time best friend. I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t hear him but I wanted to give myself a moment before I answered him.

Matt was almost as tall as his older brother, a respectable 6 feet to his older brother 6’1 although more slimly athletic in his build than his older brother’s more muscular gym toned build. They were both more active than I was and always had been even if Matt was five years younger than Kane and I. I was no slouch but preferred a toned slim build for my 5’11 frame, less maintenance that way.

“Yes, why the fuck you asking?” I wasn’t really angry but I was preparing myself for any possible homophobic bullshit. Kane had accepted my nerve wracking confession of my sexuality with a hard back slap and a “ I know and I was wondering when you’d finally fucking tell me, I tell you everything.”, three years prior. He had not changed the way he was around me at all and actively encouraged me to talk about my romantic/sex life with him. That reaction was surprising and not at the same time. Surprising because of the uber masculinity that permeated his entire family of men.

His cousins, uncles and father were all stereotypical man’s man types. I had heard them spewing homophobic slurs all my life and had been terrified of slipping up.High school was hell, as I watched Kane’s body develop into something, I jerked off to almost exclusively.

As he grew into the height he was now, he would parade his shirtless golden brown skin unashamedly around me as a teen. Even then he was hitting the gym and while not as muscular as he was now, he was always incredibly fit. Powerful thighs and a hard round ass complemented, his handsome face, every time he would turn his laughing brown eyes and gorgeous smile on me, I’d get hard.

I did not watch porn for most of my teen years, I would just close my eyes and imagine Kane. I was even guilty of smelling the crotch of his used undies at my most desperate. I tried to distance myself from him for my own sanity but he became almost violent in his response to my attempts to distance myself. His extreme but hurt reaction made me reassess and I decided that my feelings weren’t worth sacrificing our friendship. He loved me deeply, was protective and even possessive of my friendship to the point of telling me, I could only have one best friend and that was him.

I would have gotten my hopes up, convinced myself, that there was more there but for the fact that he had been fucking throughout high school and sharing almost all the details with me. There was not a girl or experience I did not know about in excruciating, titillating detail. I lived with it and survived it through high school and college.I put my foot down after college about being roommates, I was not going to subject myself to his parade of women or girlfriends, plus I needed my own privacy to explore my own relationships.

Alas, that did not stop him or me from spending almost all of our time at each other’s place. I would sleepover often, as his place was bigger and I didn’t drive yet and even though he did, he would insist he was too tired many a night and that I could just sleepover.

His family was well off and he and all his siblings including his little brother were extremely close. His brother, who had graduated high school the year prior had opted not to attend college immediately and instead had found a job that earned him enough money for gas and food. He spent a lot of time, over at Kane’s place while we were there and it was during one of these stays that Kane had let it slip that I was gay. He had wrestled and sat on his brother until he promised he wouldn’t say anything and he hadn’t even mentioned it in passing until now.

We had all three been hanging out, drinking and watching movies at Kane’s until he had to go and meet the girl he had been dating for a few months. It was never even mentioned that we should leave and we were in the middle of the movie. It was the first time we were alone since he found out. “ So are you the woman or the man?” He asked.

“ I’m never a woman but if you mean if I take or give dick, I do both.” I said. He just nodded and turned back to the movie. I turned back as well but I knew it wasn’t over. I became more aware of his body beside mine on the couch. I could smell the cologne he wore and feel the heat coming off him. He was dressed in a sleeveless jersey and shorts and I thought again to how much he looked like a younger slimmer version of his brother, they were both incredibly good-looking to me.

He turned towards me several times but said nothing and I pretended I didn’t notice. Eventually, he seemed to plucked up the courage and, “ So wait, don’t get offended but you suck dick too? I mean you actually like doing that?” He asked.

Now, I thought about telling him to fuck off and actually turned to him to say so but the look on his face stopped me. He was flushed, almost fully blushing. My eyes irresistibly went to his crotch and I could clearly see the bulge of his growing cock in his shorts.

Maybe, I should have resisted as he was Kane’s younger brother, maybe I should have told him to fuck off and act like I was irritated and let the matter drop, allow him his pride. But he was Kane’s brother, one that looked so much like him, someone I liked in his own right. I looked at him, straight into his gorgeous brown yes and said, “ I don’t like it, I love it and I’m good at it.”.

As I said that I scouted closer to him and placed my hand flush on where his cock was pushing the fabric of his shorts up. He took a deep breath and laid his head back on the couch, effectively giving me permission to carry on. I got off the couch and knelt in front of him and reached up to drag his shorts and boxers down. He lifted his ass up to assist me but did nothing else but that was ok. I planned to enjoy every moment of what I was about to do.

When his long, brown, moderately thick cock was free, I just stared at it, watching as liquid gathered at the tip, enjoying the clean prettiness of it. I reached up to slightly to squeeze it, weighing the feel of it in my hand.

My mind couldn’t help but go to Kane, wondering if this was what his uncovered hard cock would look like. I knew what his covered hard cock looked like and I knew it was bigger than his little brother’s but not by much, but I’ve never seen it hard naked. Thinking of Kane, my beautiful, sexy friend, made me even hornier than before. I reached down to palm my own cock through the material of my own shorts and looked up from his dick to remind myself of how much he resembled his brother. “This is as close as I’ll ever get, I might as well enjoy it.” I thought to myself.

With that I bent over his crotch, he was not groomed but his pubes weren’t excessive, just full and bypassed his cock and buried my face in them chasing that musky scent that was pure male. I inhaled deeply, subconsciously looking for similarities between his scent and the scent I use to inhale during my most desperate moments. I was sick with lust but for which brother? At this point, I didn’t care. I moved to his balls and licked and fondled them, sucking one and then the other into my mouth. Lifting them and smelling under them, inhaling that richer musky scent that came from being that close to his taint.

I tongued behind his balls, breathing hard, desperate licks, I wanted to get as much of Kane’s, no Matt’s, taste, as I could. Above me , he was finally making sounds, first sounds he has made since the questioning. Murmuring, moaning sounds not coherent sentences, just “ yeah, yeah, lick me.” These were the only sensible phrases I could make out. I wanted to eat his round ass but I caught myself, I was (foolishly) worried that was going to far for him. So I rose up and took his cockhead into my mouth running my tongue over the ridge and applying gentle suction.

“Fuck man! Suck my cock, shit that feel good.” He cried, As I took more of it into my mouth applying more suction and letting more saliva gather in my mouth. I was committed to giving him a wet messy blowjob, one that he wouldn’t forget even if he never messed with a guy again. I sucked on his cock, alternating erratically between hard sucks and gentle ones, so he had no sense of rhythm. His moans and whispered swears were making me hotter and hotter. I felt like I could cum in my own shorts, I was so turned on. I could feel my own cock leaking into my boxers, any stimulation ready to push me over the edge.I sped up my suction, then relaxed suddenly allowing his cock to breach my throat as I simulated slowing around his head.

His ass rose up off the couch and he grabbed my head holding it, as he made desperate shallow thrusts into my throat. I palmed and rubbed my own cock, as he stiffened, swore and groaned and I tasted the first thick spurt of cum that flooded into my mouth.

The taste didn’t matter, Kane, yes! Kane was finally cumming in my mouth like I had dreamed for so long. I pressed down hard on my own covered cock as that thought came into my head. I had to struggle not to bite down on his still jerking cock, as my own orgasm washed over me, rope after rope of semen filling my own shorts.I suckled all the remaining dregs of cum from his cock before releasing his softening dick. I sat back on my haunches and stared at the flushed face and spent cock of Kane’s younger brother and decided if this was the closest, I’d ever get to Kane, I would take it, over and over again. No matter what.

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