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  • Delivery Service

    Having taken extra classes in high school when I reached my senior year I only needed three credits to graduate.  I scheduled those three classes for the first thing in the morning Monday through Friday.  

    I got out of classes shortly before eleven and that gave me the opportunity to go to my job delivering for a local Italian restaurant.  I started work at eleven and stopped at seven, week days and on weekends I delivered  from eleven in the morning until eight at night.

    I had been on the job for about three months when my boss called me to his office and informed me that he had received numerous comments about my service.  When I asked what I had done wrong, he smiled and said, “Not a fucking thing, Mark.”

    Looking at him questioningly, I said, “But when you called me to your office, I thought something was wrong.”

    “No, Mark, every review I have received from your delivery customers rates you a 10 and most say you deserve more, especially a Mr. Clay Reese. He said he always request you to deliver his order.  He said it always gets there sooner than expected and is always still hot and your are extremely courteous.”

    Then turning to his desk, he picked up a few bills that were there and handed them to me.  I look at them and saw that there were five twenty dollar bills there.  Smiling, he said, “That’s just a small token of my appreciation.  Keep up the good work.”

    Moments later I was handed an order to deliver to Mr. Reese. I saw it as my opportunity to thank him for his compliments.

    His estate was in a very exclusive are.  It was a one story Spanish style home surrounded on the sides and back by a ten foot high concrete block wall.  I pulled into the circular drive and hurried to the door. He answered and smiled and said, “Earlier than I was told as usual.”

    I noticed that he answered the door wearing only a pair of short nylon shorts. His muscular torso was covered with a nice coating of dark brown hair circling each of his large rosy nipples.  What caught my attention most was the bulge from what I was sure was a semi erect cock.  He noticed me eyeing it and smiled, then lowered his right hand and rubbed it lovingly.

    I thanked him for the compliments and he said that the were well deserved. Then as I started to leave he turned and said, “Mark, what time do you get off tonight?”

    “Seven,” I replied, as I noticed him rub his cock again. Instantly, my own cock began to stiffen and being commando, it formed a bulge in my jeans.  I saw him look down at it and smile.

    “Can you stop by tonight after you get off work? I have something to discuss with you.”

    “Sure,” I replied, hoping it was sexual.

    For the ret of the day, time seemed to just creep by.  Finally, seven o’clock arrived and I hurried out the door, got in my car, and headed over to see Mr. Reese.

    When I arrived, he answered the door with just a towel around his hips, saying, “Hey, Mark, come on in. I forgot you were going to stop by and was just about to get in the shower. Come on in and we can talk while I shower.”

    I went in and followed him to his bedroom and huge bath, complete with a sauna.  Turning to me he asked, “Are you due home at any certain time?”

    “No, sir,” I replied.  “My dad had to go over to Clayton for a business meeting and won’t be home until sometime tomorrow.  Why do you ask?”

    “Well, usually I hit the sauna before I shower and was wondering if you would like to join me. I think you would enjoy it,” he said with a sly grin, adding, “then we can shower.”

    “Sure, sir,” I said quickly realizing I would get to see him totally nude.

    “Great, but please call me Clay. Go ahead and get undressed while I get the sauna going. Then come on in and join me.”

    He removed the towel and tossed it aside and I got my first glimpse of his long thick uncut cock.  I knew immediately, I wanted it and that there was no way I was going to avoid getting a rock hard boner, once we were together.

    I removed my shoe, socks, shirt and jeans, quickly since that was all I had on, then headed for the sauna door. Just as I got to the door, it opened and he looked at me, smiled and said, “Come on in.”

    As we sat side by side on the bench, he looked me over and complemented me on my physique.  I did the same to him and noticed that his cock was slowly, but steadily rising to attention. Instantly, mine began doing the same.

    I noticed him glance at it and smile, then he casually placed his left hand on my right thigh and said, “All men get boners at odd times.  It’s just you and I here so it will be our secret.  What ever happens will be just between us, okay?”

    “Sure,” I said as he began rubbing his hand closer to my now rock hard cock. Feeling sure I knew what was about to happen, I placed my hand on his thigh and slid it slowly toward his cock. 

    As I did, he lovingly grasped my cock and began to slowly stroke it, saying, “Very nice.”

    At the same time, I grasped his and began stroking it and said, “So is yours.” 

    In an instant, he turned to me and very casually and lovingly, placed his lips to mine and I responded by offering my tongue.   He offered his and we kissed passionately for several moments before he pulled back and said, “May I suck you?”

    Looking into his face, I said, “Why don’t we do each other?”

    We lay on the floor and began a hot sixty-nine, sucking and making love to each others cock.  Moments later, I climaxed and shot volley after volley of thick cum into Clay’s mouth.  I could feel him swallowing as his cock began filling my mouth with his huge cum load. Like a starving man, I began to eagerly eat every delicious drop.

    After milking each other dry, he took me in his arms and we kissed passionately and when we parted he smiled and said, “That wasn’t your first time, was it?”

    “Fuck no,” I replied, adding, “and it wasn’t yours either, was it?”

    “Oh, no.  I started back in my teens, about your age, maybe younger. What about you?  You certainly know what you’re doing.”

    “I’ve been at it for a while,” I said.

    “I can tell.  Only someone with experience is as good as you are.”

    We showered and after drying off, lay in his bed, kissing and fondling each other.  Suddenly, my cell phone rang and I saw it was my dad.  I answered it and he said he was on a break between meetings and should be home tomorrow afternoon.  I told him I would see him then.

    “Dad checking up on his stud son?” Clay said with a smile.

    “Yea, he’s out of town and said he would be home tomorrow afternoon.” 

    “What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?” Clay asked.

    “Eleven , and if your thinking what I think you’re thinking the answer is yes.”

    “And just what am I thinking?” he asked.

    “You’re going to ask me to spend the night with you,” I said with a grin.

    “That  is exactly what I was going to ask,” he replied, as he leaned over and tongue kissed me.  After the kiss, he whispered in my ear, “I want you to fuck me.”

    “Gladly,” I replied, “but you have to fuck me in return.”

    “Deal,” he said.

    I got between his legs and raised them over his head and buried my face in his ass drilling my tongue into his hole.

    “Oh, fuck, yes!” he exclaimed loudly. “I love being rimmed, and you certainly know how to do it.” 

    I ate his ass for several minutes, getting him good and wet, then began my entry, looking into his eyes as I entered his hole.

    “Oh, fuck yes, Mark.  Go balls deep and don’t be gentle.”

    I buried my cock in his hole and moments later filled him with my cream, as he moaned and said how much he loved it.

    After I had pulled out and we had kissed passionately, I began sucking his awesome cock hoping to get another load out of him.  As I did, he said, “Man, if I had you working for me we could both get rich.”

    I stopped sucking him and moved up and lay next to him and asked, “And just what kind of work would that be?”

    “Are you sure you really want to know?” he asked.

    “Man, you have my curiosity aroused now.  Hell yes I want to know,” I replied.

    “My customers are older men who come to me to get me to make a movie of them having sex with younger men just barely legal.  They pay dearly to have a movie of them having sex with boys to show to their buddies.”

    “And just how young are the boys you use?” I asked.

    “In case you don’t know, seventeen is legal here so I find gay eighteen year old boys that look younger.  Sometimes the guys want two young mans in the movie with them and you would be perfect.  Most of the guys want the boys calling them dad.  Some of the older guys want the boys calling them grandpa.”

    “I just might be interested.  How much is the pay for me to perform on film.”

    “Mark, I happen to own a very large major company so money is no object.  Depending on how you perform on camera, it would be no less than five hundred for about an hour movie.  It could be more.”

    “And all I have to do is have sex with another guy while you film it?” I asked.

    “That’s abut the size of it,” he said.  “Sometimes there are two guys and one boy.”

    “That would be hot,” I said.

    “Are you interested?” he asked.

    “Definitely, but I have to find some excuse to give my dad for cutting my hours back at the restaurant.”

    “I’m sure you can think of something,” he told me, then added, “I’ve been thinking and for work I think we’ll call you ‘Jim’.”

    I gave him my cell number the said, “You’re the boss and a boss I love having sex with.”  Moments later he was eating my ass before giving me an awesome fucking.

    I made an excuse that I needed to cut my hours back to study so I could graduate with honors, and dad accepted it.  I would visit Clay and he would give me ideas of what to do with the men I had sex with.  Then a week later I got a call, telling me I had a customer.

    Clay told me that it was a sixty-two year old man that wanted a video of him having sex with his ‘grandson’, and I was given a time and date to be at Clay’s.   I arrived and clay said the man I was to call ‘Grandpa’ was in the filming room.

    The filming room was a room with special lighting and set up to be a bedroom where we would have sex.  The scenario was for me to walk in and catch Grandpa jerking off and he convinces me to join him and have sex with him. I was to act surprised and shocked to start then eventually give in.

    I entered the bedroom wearing just jeans and tee shirt and acted shocked when I saw Grandpa naked and stroking. We talked and I eventually gave in and got naked and we sucked and fucked each other as well as kissing and making out.  In the end after a hot sixty-nine, I told him he was the best grandpa ever.

    The old man dressed and left after Clay told him he would have the video disc ready in a week. As the old man left, he kissed me again and said, “Young man, you are fucking awesome in bed.  That’s the best sex I’ve had in ages.”

    Once we were alone, Clay kissed me and said I was a natural at making it look spontaneous and natural. He said he nearly creamed just watching us have sex.  Then, before I left, I was handed five one hundred dollar bills, with Clay telling me. “If you continue at good as you did today, that amount will grow because I will be able to charge more.”

    Stepping up to him I reached out and groped his crotch and asked, “Well, do I get to blow the boss?”

    “Any time you want to, baby,” he replied. We kissed then I dropped to my knees and drained his cock of all the cum he had.

    Over the next two weeks I did two more movies and loved it as did the customers. Then, Clay said he had a filming for that weekend and was I available.

    “This one is a little different.  This customer wants his son to walk  in on him in a sixty-nine with his brother, and I’m told that the two men are actually brothers.  You game for action like that?”

    “Fuck yea!  The more the merrier,” I replied.  He said it was set for ten o’clock Saturday morning.

    “That will be perfect because my dad is going out of town on a business trip. I can stay as long as you want me to.”

    I was told that the story line was that I would happen to walk in  on my ‘dad’ and ‘uncle’ both naked in bed having sex.  We would all be ‘shocked’ but they would invite me to join in. I was to reluctantly agree and get naked and join them.  After that what we did was strictly left up to us. 

    I said it sounded  hot and that I was looking forward to it. I loved the few three ways I had been in in the past but they had all been with guys my own age. This one was going to be with two grown men. The thought of one of them in my ass while the other was in my mouth had me turned on.

    Saturday finally arrived and dad left the house with suitcase in hand about eight and said he would call that evening. I showered and cleaned myself out in anticipation to some hot sex and at ten o’clock I rang the doorbell at Clay’s home, glancing at a new car in the drive.

    Clay answered and with a big smile on his face told me the others were anxiously waiting for me to arrive.  He told me the beginning of the so called story saying that I walk into my ‘dads’ bedroom and fine him in a sixty-nine with his younger brother.

    “Remember, you saw your dad and uncle go into the room together and are curious as to what they are up to.”

    “I remember, now relax,” I said.

    “You ready?” Clay asked.

    “Hell, yea. I can’t wait to get two men at the same time.”

    “Give me a few moments to get in and get the camera rolling then you enter and do what comes naturally,” he told me. “And remember, your name is Jim.”

     

    He entered the room and I waited a few seconds before entering.  My heart raced as I started for the door.

    I silently opened the door and eased in and after silently closing the door, I was to say, ‘Dad, what’s going on?”

    When I said my line, both men turned to face me and we all froze. There I stood, my cock rock hard and I was looking into the faces of my real dad and uncle.

    “What the fuck!” dad exclaimed.  “What the fuck are you doing here?”

    Clay immediately sensed something was wrong and asked, “Okay, guys, what’s going on?”

    Dad spoke up saying, “Clay, this kid’s name in not Jim.  It’s Mark and he is my real son.”

    “Oh, shit,” Clay gasped. “I swear I didn’t know.”

    Looking at them both, I said, “Well, in my opinion I think that with us being real dad, son, and uncle, it would make the movie hotter and more realistic. I say let’s start over and make a movie.  What do you think, dad?”

    “Son, I say hell yes.  I’ve only dreamed of getting you in bed.”

    “Well, then guys, Mark, you go back out and you two go back to what you were doing and lets start from the beginning.”

    We did and when I reentered the room we made up our own dialog, with me acting totally surprised at finding my dad having sex with his brother. From there on, we forgot about the camera and did what ever we felt like and it was awesome.

    I had several favorite parts, with the first one being when dad fed me his thick creamy load of cum for the first time.  Second, was when I was in a sixty-nine with my uncle and dad was fucking my hot hungry ass.  The third, was when dad and Uncle Don were on their knees in front of me kissing and making out as I alternated sucking their hard delicious cocks.

    After an hour and a half of hot raunchy sex, we reached the point of stopping with a three way kiss.  It was then my dad got to watch me suck another man’s cock as I sucked Clay totally dry.

    As we started to leave, Clay said he would have the DVD ready by Wednesday.  I looked at dad and Don and dad asked, “Are you coming home?”

    “I am if you and Uncle Don are going there.”

    “We are,” he replied.

    “Well then, so am I.  Let’s continue this party for the rest of the weekend.”

    “I was hoping you would say that,” Dad said with a smile, before kissing me. We left Clay’s place and hurried home and within seconds all three of us were totally naked, fondling each others cocks as we kissed.

    Dad looked at me, smiled, and said, “This is a fucking dream come true.”

    “Dad,” I began, “I want the three of us to have loving, intimate sex without any worry about a camera seeing what we do or do not do. I know you and don fucked me on the movie and I fucked you two, but I want us to do it again showing our love for each other and not just getting our rocks off.”

    Don looked at dad and said, “Rex, you have one hell of a son there. You two go make love.  I’ll be here whenever you’re ready for me.”

    With that statement, Uncle Don left the room and dad and I began two hours of uninhibited raw sex.  We kissed and made out, fucked and sucked each other, rimmed each other and just cuddled.  

    I found out that dad had started as a teen also, with his high school football and basketball coaches, after catching them having sex with each other in the gym showers, and that several months later he and Uncle Don began jerking off together which lead to oral and anal sex.

    Dad then left Uncle Don and I to have time to ourselves and enjoy each others body, and it was just as awesome.

    That entire weekend we stayed totally nude and had sex with whomever we wanted, whenever we wanted.  I found it extremely hot watching the two of them have sex.  A few days later dad had Don move in with us and be part of our household.

    About two or three weeks after we started with each other, I had the shock of my life.

    We were home and naked and fondling each other as we watched a gay porn movie when the doorbell rang.  We all grabbed a pair of shorts and turned off the movie as dad answered the door.  The man at the door was in a state police officers uniform and said he was looking for a Mark Rivers.

    “I’m Sgt. John Baker with the state police and I have a warrant for a Mark Rivers.”

    “I’m Mark Rivers and just what are the charges?” I asked.

    ‘Having sex with another male for financial gain.  In other words, you’re performing sex acts with other males for money and allowing it to be recorded.”

    Turning to my dad, I asked, “Dad, what do I do?”

    “Officer, just what proof do you have that it is my son?” dad asked.

    “I have s still shot from one of the videos and it shows a dark mole just to the right of his penis.  Now if he will drop his shorts and show me that he doesn’t have a mole there, I’ll be on my way.  If he does have one, he suffers the consequences.”

    “Mark,” dad said, “I guess you have to show him.” 

    Reluctantly, I dropped my shorts revealing my cock, balls, and yes, a mole. The officer dropped to his knees in front of me looking back and forth from the mole to the picture, then said, “Yep, he’s the one.” 

    Then, in a flash and before I could say anything at all, the officer swallowed my cock and began sucking me, expertly swallowing every inch and burying his nose in my bush.

    “What the fuck!” I exclaimed loudly as dad and Uncle Don broke out in laughter.

    “Calm down, Mark. This was all a set up, but John is really a state cop and Don and I have has sex with him numerous times.”

    “You mother fuckers!” I exclaimed. “You scared the shit out of me!”

    Dad and Uncle Don quickly removed their shorts and stepped closer and when they did John took a cock in each hand and began alternating between the three of us, swallowing each one balls deep.

    After a few moments, John returned to just my cock and as he did, dad and Don began undressing the officer revealing a hot muscular hairy chest with multiple tattoos, with large ‘USMC” above his left nipple. 

    He stopped sucking long enough to stand and let dad and Don remove his utility belt and pants.  His cock was rock hard and uncut but what caught my attention was it’s length.  It was just over eight and a half inches long and looked absolutely delicious.

    Moments later we were in what we called the play room due to the fact that it was stocked with all sorts of toys and tools used in enjoying sex.  There were several mats on the floor and the floor was tile and not carpet.  

    Dad had created the room a year or so earlier when I went to a private school to get my grades up.  He had replaced the regular door knob with a key lock and I was never told what was in it or allowed to see in it.  I was simply told his was for work.

    Once in the room, John lay on the mat and said, “You know what I love, and I want Mark to do it first.”

    Totally naked, he lay on one of the mats on his back and raised his legs.  Dad handed me a large bottle of lube and said, “He wants you to fist fuck his ass.”

    “Oh, fuck!” I exclaimed.  “I’ve dreamed of doing that to a guy but never expected it to be a cop, much less a state cop.”

    With dad’s coaching, moments later I hand my hand buried in John’s ass as he moaned and said how awesome it felt, and begged me to go deeper. I began to piston in and out gradually going deeper with each forward thrust.  As I did, John’s cock became hard as stone and he moaned saying how great it felt.  I finally stopped my thrust into his hole when his ass closed around my elbow. I couldn’t believe I had my entire lower arm up his hot tight ass.

    “Fuck me, Mark.  Fuck me with that awesome fist.”

    I pistoned in and out as dad and Don watched and before long  John said he was nearing his climax.  I desperately wanted to eat his load so immediately, I took his cock in my mouth. 

    Seconds later, his cock exploded, filling my mouth with a huge monstrous load of thick creamy cum, and it tasted delicious. After I age his load, dad and Don, creamed his face and I quickly began licking him clean, feeding him some of the nectar.

    John then lay to the side ad watched as I fucked my own dad and sucked his brother. Looking at dad, John said, “Rex, you are the luckiest son of a bitch I know, having a hot son who you can have awesome sex with.  But I want one thing from Mark.”

    “And just what is that?” dad asked.

    “I want him to ride patrol with me one night and suck me off while I drive and maybe suck off a guy I arrest.”

    “Oh, fuck, yea!” I exclaimed.  “That would be hot.”

    John said he would set it up and let me know if it was possible.  However , before he left, I told them I wanted to suck each one off again then swallow all three loads at the same time.

    The all agreed and I sucked off Uncle Don first and collected his huge load in my mouth.  Then I sucked off John and he added his load to my uncles.  Then it was dad’s turn and I sucked him dry as he added his huge cum load to the other two.

    Then, with all three cum loads in my mouth, I swished them around then casually swallowed all three. 

    “Fucking awesome,” John said.  “Fuck yea,” added my uncle, then dad smiled and said, “That’s my boy, my pride and joy.”

    We got a call from John and he said he had it arranged for me to do a ‘ride along’ with him on Friday night and for me to be at the station at five to sign some release papers.  His shift was six in the evening until two thirty the next morning.

    As soon as it was dark, he unzipped his cock and extracted his cock and I did the same.  It was a dangerous thing to do but it turned us on, fondling each other. At about eight he pulled into an alley and we gave each other a quick blow job beside the cruiser.

    Then, about eleven he got a call about a disturbance at a biker bar on the edge of town. We went to check it out and found the instigator standing outside arguing with two of his buddies.

    John had me remain in the car while he checked things out. It turned out that the instigator had had too much to drink and started an argument with another patron. Since the instigator had a friend with him that would take care of his bike, John arrested the biker on public drunkenness. 

    He was placed in the back seat, and after we were away from the bar, John pulled to the side of the road and after stopping, turned to the guy and said, “Duke, you and I both know you can’t afford to be locked up again. Another arrest means time in the big house.”

    “Fuck, Dude, tell me something I don’t know,” Duke replied.

    Then looking at me he said, “Duke and I go way back.  I’ve lost count of how many times I have arrested him, and he always calls me ‘Dude’.

    “Well, that’s better than ‘Pig’ or ‘Bitch” isn’t it?” Duke said with a laugh.

    “I guess so,” John said before Duke spoke up again and said, “Dude, I’ll do anything you ask if you will let me off this time.”

    “Anything?” John asked.

    “Yep, anything. You name it and I’ll do it.” Duke replied.

    “I’m going to hold you to that statement,” John said as he put the cruiser in gear.

    I had looked Duke over and he appeared to be in his late twenties or maybe early thirties, standing close to six-three or so, and weighing about two hundred pounds but it was all muscle and not an ounce of fat on him.  He wore an open leather vest and no shirt and skin tight leather pants.  From the skin that was showing, it as obvious that he was extremely muscular ad well as exceptionally hairy.

    Moments later, John pulled into a group of abandoned warehouses and parked the cruiser.  He got Duke out of the back seat, keeping Duke’s hands handcuffed behind his back. Reaching up, he began to pull the leather vest off and down Duke’s arms. 

    Then, stepping close to Duke, facing him, John casually reached for Duke’s belt and unbuckled it and unbuttoned the leather pants.

    “What the fuck you doing, Dude?” Duke asked.

    “Trying to keep you from going to jail for a long time,” John replied.

    After shoving Duke’s pants down to his knees and releasing a semi-hard huge uncut cock, John motioned for me to come over and guided my mouth to one of Duke’s pierced nipples while he sucked on the other.

    In seconds, Duke’s cock was rock hard and leaking copious amounts of thick clear precum. Whispering to me, John said, “See if he will kiss you?”

    I straightened up and as my mouth approached Duke’s mouth, he leaned forward and immediately offered his tongue then sucked mine into his mouth and kissed me passionately.  After the kiss, he turned to John and asked, “How the fuck did you find out I was into sex with men?”  

    “I just played a hunch,” John said, then added, “And now your going to get fucked.”

    “By you both, I hope,” Duke said.

    He uncuffed Duke who quickly stripped totally naked and began sucking both our cocks.  Moments later I was in Dukes ass as John fucked his mouth.  We both climaxed simultaneously, then still hard, switched holes and each reached a second climax with Duke sucking us both clean.  He gave his cell number to both John and I and said he would love to see us again.

    Then looking at me, he said, “This macho biker persona is strictly to hide the fact that I love male sex.  In reality, I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

    We took him to his place and promised to be in touch.

    Before the shift ended, John and I had drained each others cocks twice.

    I told dad about the incident with Duke and he told me that if I was comfortable with him I was free to invite him over anytime.  The following weekend in did invite him over .  Dad and Don were gone when he arrived and Duke and I were naked in the play room when dad and Don returned.  They entered the room and I introduced them to Duke ad he was trying to cover himself and think of some lame excuse.

    Instantly, dad and Don began stripping and soon were both licking Duke’s cock and balls. As they did, he looked at me and asked, “Are they really your dad and uncle?”  I assured him that they were.

    “Fuck, man, this is awesome.  It’s the first time I’ve ever been with a dad and son. I want to watch you two get it on.”

    With that Duke and Don watched ad dad and I kissed, rimmed and started a hot sixty-nine before inviting them to join in.

    A couple weeks later Dad, Don and I invited Duke and Clay and John all over for a hot sex party. It was no limits sex from Friday evening until late Sunday.  Clay videoed most of it and everyone wanted a copy.

    Dad, don ad I have a hot three way Wednesdays and Saturdays  and the other days we have sex with whoever is home and available.  Everyone is free to bring home a guest for sex and we do it often and gladly share if others want to join in.

    Anything goes in the play room and I do mean anything.  But the hottest thing in my life is when dad and I share his bed and just the two of us have hot loving sex.  I feel all dads and sons should enjoy each other.

  • Florence in the Day

    “Hell-o, cutie. Got a minute?”

    The rangy ragamuffin stopped. “Fer what?”

    “I just want to talk to you.”

    “’Bout what?”

    “You.”

    “Me?”

    God, what a bod under those tatters. Got to get me some of that.

    “Want to make a bit of money?”

    “What kind?”

    “A few quattrini.”

    “I repeat, fer what?”

    “Some work in my studio.”

    “Sweepin’ ’n’ that?”

    “No. Standing still.”

    “Bullshit. Wait. You one o’ them art-ists?”

    “I am.”

    “Don’ look like one. You got a busted nose.”

    “A fight when I was around your age.”

    “No thanks.”

    Scary guy. Might beat the crap out of me. Them muscles.

    Off scurried the stripling.

    *

    Later, he was there again, prancing across the square. Long legs. Loping stride.

    Heads turned, one swiveled.

    Heavenly Father, those blond curls, those shoulders!

    “Hey, young fellow! Don’t be in such a hurry.” The artist caught up with him.

    “What do you want? Oh, it’s you. Again.”

    Sounded put-out.

    “I remember you, too. Looking for work?”

    “Naw, got some. Muckin’ out a stable. Gonna be late.” He pointed toward an alley ahead.

    “How much do you make?”

    “Ain’t tellin’ you!” he spat.

    “I’ve got a deal for you.”

    “I’ll bet.”

    Desperate for a better look, the artist shifted weight nervously from foot to foot.

    “You ain’t no dancer. What’s wrong with you?”

    “I really need a model.”

    “Fer some damn pitcha?”

    “For a statue.”

    “Lot worse. My pa got into one them deals. You wouldn’t believe. Had to wear a skirt! He was kidded all over town ’bout being girly. He weren’t, ’cause I’m here. See!

    Eyes bugged as the most beautiful chest he had ever seen was displayed, nipples looking for all the world already carved. It didn’t stop there. That show-off grabbed the whopping bundle between his legs and shook it.

    The artist shook. Tried to collect a thought.

    “Who’d your father work for?”

    “Touchy-feely guy named Andrea.”

    “Verrocchio?”

    “Yeah, he called himself that. ’Twern’t his real name. What’s it to you? Anyway, I got real work to do.”

    “Please just a moment more. If it’s the bronze I’m thinking of….”

    Hands on hips. Impatient look. “Yeah. So what?”

    “But I thought the model was….”

    “Not that pretty boy Leo! Swished around town claimin’ he was the model. Horse crap. Andrea was jes’ dorkin’ that butt. Jeeze, don’t you know nuthin’?

    The artist, unused to such assault, dithered.

    More sarcasm came his way. “You don’t even know what embarrassin’ is! My grandpa did one o’ them stand-ups when he was jes’ a boy! Nekkid with a dumb helmet on his head!”

    “Wha…?”

    “Donatello done it. Caught grandpa when he was hustlin’ on this very square. Now, you wanna know somebody with a cute tush, it was grandpa. Got diddled a lot, but needed to eat. So, what is it with you art-ists?

    “Uh…say, in case I run into you again, what’s your name?”

    Over his shoulder as he walked away came, “Same as Pa and Grandpa, David.”

    *

    When Michelangelo picked up his chisel, he thought, I’ll do him from memory except for a dinky little dick. Ought to keep up the tradition of embarrassment in his family.

    Marble chips flew.

    *

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  • What Dreams May Cum, A Psycho-Sexual Story

    I’d been keeping mental track of how many days I’d been trapped in the house. Today was day thirteen. Mr. Dadroska had locked me into my room as dusk fell just like all the other days. After what he’d done to me today, I really needed a release. I needed to find a way out. I laid down on my small bed with red sheets and took deep breaths until I started to drift into sleep. I’d been having weird dreams lately, they were becoming my escape from Mr. Dadroska.

    He was a weird man, surprisingly domestic. Almost every morning he would eventually unlock the door to my room and lead me into his kitchen. I always had to eat a big, unhealthy breakfast. Usually at least six strips of bacon, half a pound of breakfast sausage, and pancakes or waffles covered in syrup. He was trying to fatten me up. The first morning that he’d trapped me, he laid down the house rules: I didn’t get to leave the house under any circumstances, the windows were reinforced and all the doors will always be locked besides the bathroom. And I had to be naked all the time, it was so awkward. He told me he’d use me as much as he wanted to, and under no circumstances could I ever touch him.

    Once I’d finished my fattening breakfast every morning he would tie me to a random piece of furniture so that I couldn’t move my arms or legs. I was lucky on the days it was his bed. He wasn’t violent but he’d stroke my dick for what must have been an hour a day and wouldn’t let me cum. Then most days he would take a dildo and slowly fuck me with it. I’d squirm and squirm but it never changed anything. He just wanted to watch me be helpless. Every other day he’d let me cum after getting fucked by the dildo, and it was the release I needed outside of the dreams I’d been having. Always a dildo, never his own cock, I didn’t know why at the time. And he’d never take off his clothes. I don’t know what he wanted to be, I don’t know why he wouldn’t just fuck me.

    After cumming all over myself he’d leave me tied up there for hours as the cum crusted onto me, tangling into my chest hair. When he came back before feeding me dinner, he’d lick my chest until the cum was softened and then clean it all off. I should’ve found it way more weird than it was, but those first days in the house I must’ve been in shock. The worst part of the day was always after dinner.

    Dinners were even fattier than breakfasts, and I could feel myself gaining a few pounds nearly every day. After dinner he’d sit me on his lap and cuddle with me as he watched the news on TV in his living room. There were heavy mauve drapes covering the windows and a heavy blue throw rug that absorbed sounds from the room surprisingly well, no one on the street would have a chance of hearing me call for help. When the news was done he would take me into the basement and tie me to a kitchen chair. He’d inject something into my arm and tell me it’s to make me more compliant.  

    Close to the chair was a small entertainment center, and he’d always put on a different piece of classical music before straddling me and making out with me. He was a heavier man than me. I had no choice but to comply. That was always the worst part; I could handle a dildo going and in and out of me, but forcing his tongue down my throat was just so… personal. And he still wouldn’t take off his clothes. The smacking of lips and the friction of my chest hair on a dress shirt was all drowned out by the sound of classical music. Sometimes he’d stop and stick his fingers in my mouth. I couldn’t look away from him and I couldn’t stop being violated.

    Eventually he’d untie me, stick a finger in me, and then carry me to the second floor, put me into the bed with red sheets and pull out the finger, promising me it would all start again in the morning and that he’d make me into a good boy for him to use. I needed to get out. I was gay, always had been, but I didn’t want this, no one could want this. I was never unsupervised except when I slept, so I couldn’t find a way out and no good ideas occured to me, but things changed after my dream on the thirteenth night.

    I would wake up in a random spots in town in a different body than the one I went to sleep in. They had to have been dreams, I was waking up as the same person: a man in his late forties who wears a lot of plaid, pleated khakis, has a really furry chest, and kind of heavyset. I didn’t know what his face looked like and I didn’t really care. It was a weird body to be in by comparison to my own, I had maybe half the chest hair as this guy, and I was considerably thinner, not to mention I’m only twenty-two. And every night I was inexplicably just so fucking horny. Every time I woke up, it felt like I hadn’t cum in days, and there was always a guy willing to get fucked nearby. And if he didn’t want it, well, it was a dream, so I’d always get my way in the end.

    On the night of the thirteenth day I woke up in the sauna of a gym I thought I recognized. I didn’t have anything on, just a small hand-towel covering my groin. A guy in his mid-twenties, around the age I am in my actual body walked in, wrapped in a towel. Sweat was dripping down his smooth chest and it was quite a sight. Beautiful olive-colored skin and a springy mop of hair on his head. He took a seat on the opposite side of the sauna and spread his legs apart. I couldn’t see his crotch, but his muscled thighs were just poking out from the towel.

    I casually let the towel slip off my crotch and watched it fall to the floor. The kid saw it too, but didn’t take the hint and kept his towel on. I knew no-one could say no to me in a dream, so I decided to get a little aggressive. My dick was already half hard and getting slicked with sweat from the heat. I stood up and picked up the small towel I’d “dropped” and used it to towel off my balls. I put it to my nose, but it just smelled like sweat. I thought that in dreams it would be an aphrodisiac to me, but that night I learned it wasn’t. I looked over at the boy; he was trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible.

    I sat down next to him and put my hand on his thigh. He instantly recoiled and stood up, and shouted “What the fuck, man, I have a boyfriend!” I grabbed his arm and pulled him back onto the bench, and put the towel over his mouth while pinching his nose. Within moments he was passed out next to me. I immediately dis-robed him and got my hands on a sweaty, hairy cock. I gave it several gentle tugs until it started to get hard, and then I pulled the boy on top of me.

    I could comfortably reach around to jerk him off as my own cock was busy wedging itself into his soft ass, probing closer and closer to entry. While my left hand was jerking the boy, I entered his mouth with my right, exploring the space. When I could feel my fingers getting coated in his warm saliva I’d lick them off; he tasted of mint. I turned him out onto his front and finally penetrated his tight ass. Everyone was so tight in these dreams.

    I think the pressure was starting to wake him up, because when I sensed his body stirring I stuck my fingers back in his mouth and kept plowing him. I could feel that his mouth was curled into a smile even as I probed him. After a few more minutes I finally let all of my cum go into his ass. I don’t know how long this body had been saving it up but I must’ve done at least fifteen shots into the guy. When I finally pulled out, my cum was dripping out of him, so I scooped it up with a few fingers and then made the kid eat them. My fingers came out clean, but they didn’t taste like mint anymore–they were something even more refreshing.

    As he finally seemed to be fully regaining his consciousness I sat back where I started, put the towel on my crotch and pretended like nothing had happened. His arms and legs were a little shaky as he got up. He didn’t look ashamed of anything, if anything he looked a little happy. He looked over at me and opened his mouth as if to ask, “What just happened?” but stopped. He ran his finger through his ass and then sniffed it, and then licked it. He nodded with solemn understanding of what had just been done.

    I let my towel fall again and directed my voice to him, “Is it what youd been dreamin’ of, kid?” He shook his head. “Ain’t even gonna say thanks?”

    “The key is on the master’s cock,” he responded.

    “Excuse me?”

    “The key is on the master’s cock, you said that to me before, what’s it mean?”

    I didn’t know what he meant, I never told him that, especially not while decimating his holes. My real body had never seen Mr. Dadroska’s set of keys, it had never seen his cock either, so how could this boy know? It started to feel like the boy was taunting me, knowing I couldn’t escape that house. It made me angry. I walked over to him and squeezed his cock in my hand. “The next time I see you in my dreams,” I seethed, “I won’t be so gentle with your holes.”

    “Sure,” he said, smirking at me. “My boyfriend gets your sloppy seconds then.”

    I moved to storm out of the sauna and woke up back in the small bed with red sheets, in my own body, all by myself. But one thing was different–now I knew that the key was on the master’s cock.

    I could tell it was still early morning. I got out of bed and tried the doorknob to my room–locked from the outside. I needed to get to his cock. It no longer mattered what I had to do to get it, I’d take it raw if it meant getting that key and getting out of here. I started prepping my ass for what I knew was coming soon. I noticed my finger couldn’t reach in as far as it used to, all the weight I was gaining must have gone to my ass.

    A few minutes later he unlocked my door and had me sit at the kitchen table. As he prepared my breakfast I tried to level with him. “Mr. Dadroska, when are you going to fuck me?” He stopped moving mid-pancake flip and turned to stare at me with a look of guilt.

    “I… can’t. It’s not my place as your guardian. I just want to make you into a good boy, the toys are good enough for that.”

    I stood up and laid myself down on the kitchen table and spread my ass. “Please stop teasing me, I can handle it.” I closed my eyes and waited. And waited. Nothing happened. Eventually a plate of food was set in front of me, and I sat back down and ate it, defeated.

    The rest of the day proceeded as usual. A subtle sadness crept over me when he kept using the dildo instead of his own cock. For a man so bent on shoving cocks in my ass, he showed a surprising amount of restraint when it came to his own, almost like when he was torturing me, he was really torturing himself. He cleaned the cum off my chest like usual, and fed me dinner.

    As soon as he sat me on his lap to watch the news, I tried wiggling to feel around his cock. I was exploring, diving for information with my ass. Mr. Dadroska seemed to have a six-inch, bulky cock. He felt semi-hard. I could feel some bushy pubes giving me resistance as I tried grinding onto him. But I didn’t feel anything remotely resembling a key. He caught onto what I was doing and pushed me off his lap.

    “Don’t fucking try anything. I’m not fucking you.” And he picked me up, sliding a finger in, and started to carry me off toward the basement. Just before we hit the stairs, I heard the Weather Girl on TV announce extraordinarily high winds in our entire county.

    In the basement I did my best to maintain my investigation, but it was hard to focus over the hissing of the pipes. Mr. Dadroska gave me the usual injection, and as he sat on me, making out with me, I tried using what mobility I had to investigate his crotch. There were no fruits of my labor. I couldn’t feel anything even remotely resembling a key. I should have known better than to trust that guy from my dream. I went to sleep on the forteenth day anxious to interrogate the men in my subconscious–if the key wasn’t on the master’s cock, then where exactly was it?

    On the night of the forteenth day, I woke up in the local grocery store. I was fully clothed, and my cart only had a few items in it. I could tell from the lighting it was nightime, and it was all surprisingly banal compared to the gym sauna from the previous night. I was just as horny as ever, but the store was mostly empty, so I started my search for my nightly fuck. I found him at the meat counter.

    I stepped behind the counter and pulled down my pants. The man started to protest, but I insisted that I had a pound of meat he’d want to work with at the counter. All I did was skullfuck him, that just felt right in the moment. His nose kept hitting my pubes as he took my dream body’s whole six inches in, he could barely open wide enough for the whole girth. As I came I blacked out for just a few moments, and when my vision returned, there was a happy meat worker with my cum dripping out of his mouth, and I had a huge headache.

    He licked his lips and made a loud smacking sound with them. “Somebody’s been eating a lot of bacon,” he said, “you taste and smell like it, and I like that.”

    “What?” I asked, putting a hand to my head because of all the pressure building up.

    At that moment, someone came over the loudspeaker in the store: “Attention customers, due to the heavy winds rolling into our area, we will be closing the store early in fifteen minutes. Please finalize your selections and proceed to the checkout area.”

    I pulled up my pants and said nothing to the man. “Come back soon!” he called after me. The throbbing in my head was getting worse, and I started to black out again. The dream must have ended because when I woke up, it was morning.

    The room was cold and breezy. I opened my eyes and sat up. But as I soon realized, everything was not as it usually was. I was in a completely different room than I normally woke up in. The bedsheets weren’t red, light was streaming in from… a broken window? It must have shattered in the night in the wind-storm. I went to rub my eyes and as I did so realized that I was still in my dream-body. I wasn’t horny like usual, fucking the meat cutter in the grocery store must’ve sated my appetite.

    I had to piss, so I got up and headed out into the hallway, and I instantly knew where I was. My dreams had taken me to the site of my capture–Mr. Dadroska’s house. A shot of fear went through me: would he find me even here in my dreams? I had to be brave and seek out any information that might get me closer to the key. I jogged to the living room. Mauve drapes and a big throw rug, my mind was recreating everything perfectly. These windows had been blown open too and made the room drafty.

    I knocked over every piece of furniture looking for the key but to no avail. Next I checked the kitchen and couldn’t find it in there either. The fridge was stocked with all the items I’d bought the previous night. Third was the basement, everything exatly as it had been before I’d fallen asleep. The chair was in the same position, the pipes were still hissing, I shuddered at some of the memories of the room. I checked the cabinet Mr. Dadroska always kept the syringe in, and I found it in a case marked “Filtered Water.” There was no way he was just injecting me with water, I thought. Next to it in the cabinet was a book, no, an audiobook on CD titled “Lectures on the Master-Slave Relationship in the Family Unit.”

    I put the CD in and pressed play, and listened to its opening minutes, “Good afternoon, today we are gathered to discuss the means through which fathers can produce proper or societally ideal behavior in their adult sons. Though it sounds crass, assuming a position of psychological, physical or sociological mastery over his child positions the father such that he may correct deviant behavior in the child…” And I had to turn it off. What was my subconscious telling me by playing this tape? Had Mr. Dadroska been using me as a surrogate for a son he didn’t have or couldn’t control?

    It was too much to process and I didn’t know how much longer I’d have before I woke up back in the real house, so I went to check on my real bedroom, it was the only place left to check. I hesitated at the door. Something was worrying me. I hadn’t seen Mr. Dadroska anywhere, maybe he was in that room. I hesitated, then knocked on the door. “I’m up, I’m up, Mr. Dadroska…” came from within. It was my voice, my real voice.

    Timid, I asked the door, “Do you have any keys in there?” And I received no answer. Dejected, and not wanting to see what I looked like in the dream, I went back to the living room, shut all the windows and laid down on the couch. None of the dreams had ever lasted this long, and if this one wasn’t going to give me any information, I wanted it to end. I tried to fall asleep, thinking that might end the dream, but when I woke up from a period of drowsniness, it was from a loud knocking on the front door.

    I quickly grabbed a hand-towel from the nearby kitchen to cover myself and found a man just inside the door. It was a man in khaki shorts and a light blue polo. It occured to me my dreams only ended after fucking someone. He introduced himself as from the gas company. “Good afternoon, sir, no one answered so I used the spare key we had on file for you, my apologies…” he winced at my nakedness, “Our accountants noticed that your gas bills have been unusually high these last few months, more than triple those of your neighbors in the area.” I stepped forward and let the hand-towel fall. “Uh, sir, I need to take a look at your basement pipes to make sure there hasn’t been a pipe leaking, a gas leak could mean horrible effects on any occupant’s health or mental capacity.” I went to poke at his shorts but he moved to head toward the basement door I’d left open.

     When he finished examining the pipes downstairs, I was waiting for him, hard as a rock. He seemed hesitant to do anything but eventually gave in and I fucked him as fast as I could to get it over with so that the dream could end. I sucked some of my cum out of his ass, and then he pulled up his pants.

    “Thanks,” he stammered, “nice as that was, I do need to let you know about the gas leak.” I laid back on the couch and closed my eyes. “Sir, there is a pipe leaking gas in your basement, it’s making a loud hissing sound. For now, your house is fine because there’s so much wind going through it after the windstorm, but you need to fix it ASAP. Symptoms of too much gas inhalation could be becoming especially suggestible, headaches, you could do some messed up stuff to any other inhabitants, or they could do something messed up to you.”

    I kept squeezing my eyes shut, my headache was gone but I needed to sleep, I didn’t want to be here anymore. I could hear him move toward the front door. “Goodbye, Mr. Dadroska, I’ll leave a note on your account about the pipe.”

    A second man in my dreams had called me Mr. Dadroska, what did it mean? I didn’t want it to be true, but I couldn’t fall back asleep. All around me the dreaminess was fading away as my lungs breathed more and more clean air. If I was Mr. Dadroska, then who was that up–. I had to stop myself. I couldn’t think it. I didn’t want to think it. It had to be a dream it just had to be. I rushed upstairs and knocked on my door. “Who am I?” I asked it. No response at first. I kicked open the door and shouted in, “Who am I!?”

    And there I could see myself–no, someone else–laying on the bed, staring at me with fearful and tired eyes. Their eyes drifted down to my cock, it was already hard again and still damp with cum. Who was this man? He wasn’t me, but I’d been trapped in this house too, right?

    I walked over to the bed and laid down on it, my cock was pointing straight at the ceiling. I opened my mouth to say something but stopped just short of it. I had nothing to say–knew nothing to think besides that I must’ve been keeping him here for weeks. I closed my eyes to think, the world was dark again. He started jacking me off which provided momentary clarity. The gas leak. My conscience must have convinced me I was this man to avoid having to face my actions while under the influence of a gas leak. Before I knew it I was cumming into his ass. I tried opening my eyes but the world was still dark. Was I falling asleep?

    I woke up and I still couldn’t see anything. I could feel a blindfold over my face. I tried to sit up but my arms and legs were tied down, and I was naked. Was this still a dream? “Who’s there?” I called out. No answer. “Mr. Dadroska, are you there?” No answer. I couldn’t call out my own name. I felt a needle go into my upper left arm. Water, right? In my dream it was water, it had to be water now.

    A familiar voice spoke to me now: “It is important for the father to hold superiority over his son, if only temporarily, to produce a desirable, healthy, obedient young man…” and the tape kept playing.

    Whoever was there was probing at my asshole with wet fingers. I could feel my cock getting hard. What day was it? I could swear I smelled a gas leak somewhere in the house, if I was in it anymore. A familiar cock entered me accompanying the sound of a key jangling. He was fucking with the energy of someone who’d abandoned their humanity. As he came into me, my blindfold was ripped off and I could see his face.

    A familiar face. The face of—–

    The End.


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  • The Counselor

    I guess you could always call me different. I was never a part of the crowd, but everyone always saw me as part of some clique. Though I was somewhat popular, I hated being in the spotlight for too long. High school had enough stress without constantly being watched. I had to admit though; I wanted him to watch me. He was my counselor, Drew. He was in his thirties, 6’2, light brown hair, blue eyes, and built like a god. His muscles rippled inside of his dress shirts, and the bulge in his pants was always profound. I had made it my duty to become known to him since freshmen year; and I wouldn’t stop until I got him.


    It was the second day of senior year. I had just turned eighteen, and I was excited that I only had one year left and then I’d be free of this hell hole. Don’t get me wrong, I did like it where I lived, it was just that I’d always been a free spirit and could never settle myself for one thing. Drew was my counselor, but he never liked being referred to as ‘Mr. Stevens.’ He was one of those adults that never wanted to grow up, but couldn’t beat out the curve. I was called into his office for a schedule change.

    ‘Hi Chris, sit down; I’ll be with you in a second.’ Drew said, staring at me with an odd look on his face.

    ‘Okay.’ I said, sitting firmly on one of the waiting chairs in the office.

    It seemed like I was waiting there for forever. It was halfway through third period when I heard Drew call for me.

    ‘Hey, so you want to switch some classes around?’ He asked while looking at his computer.

    ‘Yeah, I can’t stand my a.p lit teacher; will you switch me to Mrs. McCaroe?’

    ‘I’ll see if there are any spots open,’ he said, browsing the school’s class catalog, ‘there’s a couple spots open, do you want–‘

    His words trailed off. I sat there looking at him for a moment; he seemed to be staring at something on my face.

    ‘Is there something wrong?’ I asked, brushing my face.

    ‘Oh, no, I just got lost for a second. Okay, you’re in fourth hour a.p literature. I’ll talk to you later.’ He said while blushing.

    ‘Okay’bye.’ And I ran out of his office.

    I kept thinking about what happened in Drew’s office. I knew it wasn’t anything important or special, I mean it only lasted for a couple seconds, but he looked at me like he wanted to say something. The day went on and I went home after school. I skipped track that day; I had to take a break from things for a while. My home life was perfect on the outside. Mom, dad, a sister: a pool, each one of us had separate cars, the parents were on the P.T.A., we had a nice house and lived in a nice neighborhood, but that didn’t mean that everything was perfect. Dad was always never home, and mom always tried to cover up her worries with excuses and things like family nights and occasions where we would all get together. Each one of these ended up in a fight and often all of us separating. I love all of my family, I really do, but I just can’t stand to be around them when we are all fighting.

    That afternoon I drove home and walked inside.

    ‘Mom, dad; anyone home?’ I called from the bottom of the first story stairs.

    ‘Up here,’ mom said, ‘don’t come up, I’m almost finished with the floor!’

    Mom was obsessed with cleaning. She never allowed anything dirty stay in the house for long. She wasn’t a prude; she was more like a perfectionist.

    ‘Alright, I think I’m just going to take a nap and go out to the club or something.’

    ‘Not on a school night, you won’t!’ She yelled. I could hear here getting up from the floor.

    ‘Mom, I’ll be back before curfew! Don’t worry, I promise.’

    ‘Okay, but if you’re even a minute late you’re grounded!’ She jested.

    ‘Okay.’

    And with that, I walked to the conservatory and fell asleep on the day bed.

    I woke up at about six and started to get ready. I went upstairs to the third floor and took a shower, making it quick. I had to get out of here before dad got home. I knew that if he got home, I wouldn’t be allowed to go out tonight. He was always the parent I avoided when I wanted to ask for something.

    I got out of the shower and finished getting ready and was out of the door by 6:45p.m. I wasn’t going to hang out with the usual crew, like my mom thought. I had been curious about this certain club, and wanted to see what it was like. I pulled into the parking lot and sat with my headlights off. I was ruminating on the aspect about going in. It was a gay club, and I wasn’t sure how I really felt. I was straight as far as I knew, I had sex with girls and loved pussy, but I was always curious about men. This started with Drew. I didn’t know what it was about him, but I always wanted him to notice me since I was a freshman in high school. Deciding I would go in, I hopped out of my car, locked it, shoved the keys in my pocket, and walked over to the entrance. As soon as I made my way in, the bouncer asked for I.D.

    ‘Uhm, here.’ I handed him my license. Remembering that this club served alcohol, I started to worry.

    He perused my license and gave me a knowing look. After a couple of minutes of him just staring at me, he handed me my license and let me go inside.

    ‘Thanks.’ I said while walking past him.

    ‘No problems,’ he smacked my ass, ‘have fun.’

    I was a little shocked by this. He was a huge black guy, and he just smacked my ass. Whatever floats your boat, I thought.

    As I walked in, I sat down at the bar stools. The bartender asked me what I wanted to drink, but I just told him I was sitting. The club was just starting to allow people in, and I was one of the first through the doors. I sat at the bar for a little bit with my back facing the dance floor. After a couple minutes someone tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around and was in shock as to what I saw.

    ‘Chris?’ Drew eyed me with a look of surprise on his face.

    ‘Drew? Wh-what are you doing here?’ I asked him, feeling the embarrassment between us.

    ‘Well, I was going to ask you to dance, but I don’t know now’

    ‘No, I mean, do you come here often?’ I asked him.

    ‘Yeah’you?’ He asked, almost anxiously.

    ‘No, this is my first time.’ I said, avoiding eye contact.

    ‘Well in that case, let me show you around.’ He took my hand while smiling and led me to the dance floor.

    We danced for what seemed like forever and settled at one of the tables in the back. He stared at me for a couple of minutes, making me feel a little uncomfortable. He stared a little bit longer then finally spoke.

    ‘You’re a great dancer.’ He shouted.

    ‘Thanks, you’re a great dancer too.’ I yelled over the music.

    ‘Wanna go somewhere else?’ He asked, standing up.

    ‘Sure, where though?’

    ‘Haha, I’m not sure; let’s just drive around for a bit.’ He took my hand and led me out of the club to his car. He had a dark blue BMW X5. He opened the door for me and I sat down in the passenger seat. While he walked over to the driver’s side, I watched him intently. He had a great ass, which was well defined in his tight blue jeans. His pecs were bulging from his Abercrombie T-shirt, and he had the biggest smile on his face. He leaped into the driver’s seat, revved up the car, and sped out of the parking lot.

    ‘So, did you have fun tonight?’ He asked, eyeing the road.

    ‘Yeah, but I didn’t expect to be dancing with my school counselor!’

    This phrase stopped me’dancing with my school counselor? He’s a man, and I danced with him. Does that make me gay? I didn’t know, and after that thought, I didn’t care.

    ‘Yeah, and I didn’t expect to be dancing with a high school student, I guess we both were surprised.’ He said with a chuckle.

    ‘So, where do you want to go?’ I asked, looking out of the window.

    ‘I’m thinking we can go to my place. Is that okay with you?’ He asked, taking his eyes off of the road to look at me.

    I nodded.

    ‘Good, it’s just right up here.’

    We pulled up to a beach front house. It was amazing, and I didn’t believe he lived here. Its front gates opened as we pulled into his long driveway.

    He grabbed my hand as I reached for the handle to get out.

    ‘Yeah, Drew, wha–‘

    He was on me. His lips met mine, and his tongue found its way into my mouth. We kissed for a couple of seconds before he pulled off.

    ‘I’m sorry, I couldn’t control myself. I didn’t mean to, I’ll take you home if you want to go’ He said while starting up the car again.

    ‘Oh, it’s alright.’ I said in a whisper.

    He looked over at me and looked into my eyes. Feeling the awkwardness mitigate, I leaned over and kissed him. He caressed my body; his hands explored all over me, and then finally found their way to the growing bulge in my pants. I moaned in his mouth as he began to rub back and fourth. My hands ran from his head, to his back, and lifted off his shirt. He broke the kiss.

    ‘Let’s go inside.’ He whispered, still breathing heavily.

    ‘Okay.’ I said, and got out of the car, following him into the house.

    As I walked into the house, he latched on to me, holding me into a tight embrace. I was new to this, and to be honest it felt completely right. I melted into his arms, feeling as though he could hold me for forever. I looked up into his eyes.

    ‘I bet you didn’t expect this when you were asking me to dance.’ I jeered.

    ‘Actually, this is exactly what I was expecting.’ He said and kissed me with the most intensity I have ever felt. He led me up the stairs and to his bedroom. It was completely white, except for his bed. His bed was black, and as he laid me down on it. I sank; it was a water bed.

    ‘Am I moving too fast?’ He asked between kisses.

    ‘No.’ I whispered. He was moving too fast, this was my first time with a guy, but I wanted him so bad.

    He continued to explore my body, taking my shirt off and kissing his way from my neck to my stomach. He undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. The entire situation had me so aroused that I could barely see straight. I moved up so that he could pull off my pants. My cock sprang free as he pulled down my boxers. He licked the head, and then ran his tongue down the length of my eight inch shaft. I was in ecstasy. He engulfed my entire cock into his mouth, his nose touching my pubes. As my cock hit the back of his neck I pumped. I thought I might cum, and pulled out of his mouth. He worked his way back up to my mouth and kissed my lips. His tongue parted my mouth and I could taste my own pre-cum from his mouth. I kissed back, my hands exploring his body. My hands found their way around the bulge in his pants and unbuttoned his jeans. I caressed his cock in his briefs. He pulled both his briefs and pants down and began gyrating against me. As the heat built between us, he broke the silence.

    ‘Let me fuck you.’ He said, looking into my eyes.

    This scared me, and I didn’t want to go this far. As much as I wanted to resist, his eyes told me that he’d be the one I’d want to be with. His eyes stared straight into my own, awaiting my answer.

    ‘Fuck me, Drew. I want you inside my ass.’ I moaned as he continued kissing me.

    He broke apart from our embrace and went to his night stand. A second later he ripped open a condom and shoved it around his monster cock. That thing was a beast, at least six inches around and nine and a half inches long. It had a huge purple head, and his pubes where neatly shaved. He looked me in the eyes as he got into position. I held my breath as his head entered me. The pain seared through my body, I needed him to stop. I screamed as he pushed forward. My legs tightened around his back and I squeezed his huge biceps.

    ‘Are you alright?!’ He said, stopping with a look of concern on his face.

    ‘Yes, just keep going.’ I said, trying my best to hide the pain on my face.

    He inched his way in, slowly stretching my asshole. He got about half way in when I felt something other than pain. It was arousing, and I wanted him more than ever. He forced himself completely inside of me with one swift move. I felt my asshole rip and cried out in pain. He stopped completely and kissed me. His lips made my body stop, and I felt as though the pain had ceased.

    ‘I’ll stop if you want me too, I can wait.’ He said, looking into my eyes.

    ‘No, I need your cock inside my ass, fuck the shit out of me. I want you, Drew; pound my ass.’ I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I couldn’t control myself

    ‘Please tell me if you need me to stop, I don’t want to hurt you, babe.’ He whispered sincerely.

    ‘Babe,’ I liked that. I liked the fact that he called me his babe. I knew that this would be the person I would fall in love with. I knew that no matter how much would get into our way, I would love him for forever.

    ‘Okay,’ I said, managing a smile, ‘make love to me, Drew.’

    He smiled and started to slowly pump my ass. I got used to his length and girth, and started to enjoy what was going on. He was pounding my ass and I was matching each one of his gyrations. Sweat poured off of our bodies as we never broke our embrace, and Drew’s grunts began to become louder with every motion.

    ‘Ahh, yeah, your hole feels so fucking good, Chris! I’m going to make you squirm, you’re my little slut. I’m going to fuck the hell out of you, yeah. You like my cock in your ass? Do you like it?!’ He grunted, looking into my eyes.

    ‘Yeah, Drew, fuck my ass! Take me; I love your cock in my ass.’

    ‘Yeah, tell me how much you want it, Chris.’ He grunted.

    ‘Uh, YEAH, OHH FUCK, Ohh-‘ His mouth covered my mouth.

    I screamed into his mouth as he began to fuck my asshole harder. I could feel myself about to blow my loud. We screamed into each other’s mouths as we came at the same time. We lied there for fifteen minutes, just panting; he was still on top of me.

    ‘I bet you didn’t expect this when you were asking me to dance.’ I repeated, laughing.

    ‘Actually, I’ve expected this since you were a freshman.’ And with that he kissed me deeply.


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  • Conrad

    Midway through my first year in the new town I had moved to, a waitress named Jenny began working at the pub down the road from my gallery. She was only employed there over a six week period, as I will explain later. Her boyfriend was a guy called Conrad, and I only met him on three occasions. Conrad had recently acquired work in the building industry, in a city two hundred miles away. Because of that distance, he only visited Jenny every second weekend during her service at the pub.

    We all knew from the start that this was somewhat of a temporary job for her, and that she would ultimately seek work in the city where Conrad worked. Jenny was fairly attractive and had a lovely personality. Jenny was visiting her parents at the time, so that Conrad could find a permanent place for them to live. Conrad was very hot… well, as far as my taste was concerned. He was a big, strapping guy and extremely butch. He wore the biggest boots I had ever seen on a man and I was mesmerised by the thought of his very large feet.

    On the first Saturday that he visited the town, he ended up working as the barman at the pub. The regular barman had called in sick with a dose of the flu, and Naomi, the owner of the bar, asked Conrad if was prepared to help out. Obligingly, Conrad did so. That first evening I saw him he had a very stern expression and constantly frowned. I imagined that it was because he was concentrating as hard as hell, to do his job properly.

    Having arrived in the pub earlier I did my usual chitchat with a few of the locals, before moving to the bar counter to order a beer. I was surprised when Conrad greeted me by name. Impressed as I was, nevertheless I realised that while I had been milling around someone had obviously told him that I was ‘the village gay’.

    When I eventually sat at a table facing the bar, I really got a got a good look at Conrad as I waited for my food. I mentioned to Sandra, the other waitress attending to me, that Conrad was dishy and that it was a real pity that he didn’t smile from time to time. Sandra had a great sense of humour and we often shared asides about the hot men at the pub. To my horror Sandra then told Conrad what I had said. When he glared at me afterward I almost shat myself, expecting him to approach me and give me lip. After a few seconds of observing me, however, a smile broke out on his face. What a relief! When I left the pub later Conrad bid me goodnight, again using my first name.

    Two Saturdays later, when Conrad once more visited the village, he engaged me in a long conversation at the pub. He wasn’t working behind the bar on this occasion. Truthfully, he was a bit of a bore, albeit a good-looking alpha bore. He was seriously into hunting and I got a lecture about guns, meat, and skinning the animals he had shot. This was not really the kind of conversation that tickled my fancy and after an early dinner, I left the pub a short while later.

    Fourteen days later, again on a Saturday, I would see Conrad one final time. Jenny had secured a job in the city where Conrad worked and would accompany him back to the city the following day. That night, as I ate, he again joined me at my table and regaled me with more stories of how macho he was. I was rather relieved when I finished my meal and mentioned that I needed to be on my way.

    “I’ve never seen your gallery,” he stated as I was about to depart.

    “Well, why don’t you pop around tomorrow? I’m open from nine till five,” I answered.

    “I know its afterhours,” he replied, “but, would you mind if I take a look around your place tonight because we are leaving early tomorrow morning?”

    “Sure, no problem,” I answered, hiding my reluctance. We left the pub summarily and headed for the gallery. After switching all the lights on I asked him if he wanted a drink.

    “Rum and Coke, if you have it,” he requested. Fortunately, I was able to oblige. Drinks in hand I then gave him a conducted tour. I got the impression that he wasn’t all that fascinated, but he feigned his disinterest rather well. After finally returning to my lounge he asked, “So do you ever get laid in this remote place?”

    “Fairly frequently,” I bragged.

    “Really… Anyone I have met in the bar?” he questioned, with a surprised frown.

    “Conrad, I never kiss and tell,” I uttered with a laugh.

    Sniggering, Conrad then placed his drink on the table. And after fiddling with his phone he motioned me to move over to him. With me standing at his right side Conrad then lifted his phone with his left arm and with the screen facing us, we were soon watching a hunky man with a big cock fucking the life out of some woman. After a short while he said, “This is my favourite part coming up.” The woman in the video then got to her knees and began blowing the guy. With a laugh he stated, “This is what I miss most of all.”

    Observing the look of surprise on my face, he continued, “The last blowjob that I had was when I was in my teens.”

    “Doesn’t Jenny do blowjobs?” I naïvely asked.

    After another laugh he said, “She can’t.” Before I could ask another question he continued, “By the time I was sixteen, my cock was just too thick to suck and there is no way anyone can fit my dick in their mouth.” Smiling he resumed, “Jenny does her best, but all she is able to do is lick my shaft and knob-head.” A sustained silence followed.

    Mesmerised I asked, “Just how thick is your dick?”

    Smiling impishly he replied, “Ah ha, I wondered how long it would take for you to ask. So now the pussy-boy wants to see my knob,” he uttered with mock derision. Stammering, I apologised.

    “That’s okay,” he countered, “Ask and ye shall see,” he concluded with laugh.

    After unbuckling his belt he pushed his trouser down, before dropping his underpants as well. Having just watched the video, Conrad’s cock was still semi erect, and my eyes almost popped out as I looked at the monster before me. His knob was shaped like a junior football that the first quarter had been cut off and stuck on his body. The middle part of the shaft was ridiculously fat. Conrad’s huge hand could scarcely encase it and there was at least an open inch between his thumb and middle finger as he toyed with himself.

    Staring in disbelief, all I could manage was say was, “Jesus.”

    After a brief pause I then asked, “How the fuck does Jenny handle that?”

    “She yelps a lot,” he said, snorting, with a macho look of self-satisfaction on his face. “After we marry, I want to breed with her straightaway so that her pussy is hopefully stretched enough to stop her constant whining after she’s had a baby.”

    Conrad was disgustingly appealing, and my backside ached to be misused by this misogynistic idiot.

    After glaring at me for a brief while, and with a cruel look on his face he inquired, “So do you think you could be man enough to deal with this rectum-wrecker?”

    For several seconds I quietly observed his knob, which had become fully erect. Cock-hound that I was, however, I could not resist and simply nodded my head. Conrad then began to remove his t-shirt as he ordered me to strip. “Let me get the lube,” I suggested, once naked.

    “Nah, I hate lube,” he said. “Spit and pre-cum will do the job,” he finalised.

    As I bent over the back of the sofa I braced myself for my puckers ultimate test. After I heard him spitting he ran the front of his cock over my hole and I could feel my crevice becoming slicker. Then, after pushing the overhang of his ample foreskin into my hole, he assured me that this action would assist with his entry. As his dick-head began to slide forward in the sheath he had created, his glans began its exploration of my manhole. Conrad then slowly commenced stretching me further open. With every inch of his incursion, my hole began to ache as he prised my sphincter apart.

    His strong hands on my hips left me in no doubt that bailing was not an option, and as the mid-section of his knob really started conquering my butt-hole, my eyes almost popped out of my head. After growing tired of my grunting and yelping, Conrad lost patience and executed a slam-dunk. As I cried out, Conrad guffawed stating, “You wanted it, now suffer, baby, suffer.”

    Talk about divine agony! The bully didn’t even hold still for the briefest moment before he began riding my arse. Pain first turned into numbness, and then unbelievable pleasure followed, thereafter. Once he had sensed my growing level of comfort, he exaggerated his thrusting as I squirmed with delight. Taking his time he sniggered with brutish delight, all the while chastising me with obscenities.

    “You’ll never have a constipation problem after this, pussy-boy,” he announced with crude delight, before growling, “Tomorrow you’ll be dreaming about this cock of mine when you can’t sit properly.”

    Conrad really thumped my backside before blasting his straight spunk into me. As I layover the back of the sofa, sweating, he popping his knob out of me, and when I finally arose and looked at him he had a maniacal look on his face.

    Smirking, he then uttered, “Sometimes people’s eyes are bigger their arseholes.”

    Before we got dressed I asked him for one final favour. “May I please see your feet,” I begged.

    After observing me with a quizzical look on his face, I then went on to explain my fascination with his huge boots. Magnanimously, Conrad then removed his boots and socks. His large feet were magnificent.

    “May I lick them?” I implored. In a benevolent gesture, he then nodded.

    As I began to worship and lick he sighed with pleasure, but after a short while he called me to a halt. “I had better get back to the bar,” he concluded.

    After we got dressed I watched him walk back to the pub. As I stood watching the swaggering specimen of manliness, my backside ached with contentment, hoping that his next visit to our village wasn’t too far off.


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  • Hitch Hiking Adventures

    My name is Sean. When I attended high school and college in a large mid-western city, my family lived on a farm 20 miles outside of the city. Most of the time, I would hitchhike home after classes. Only men stopped to pick me up. A woman never did. The drivers could see that I was a farm schoolboy with books and probably no threat. I developed a scientific routine. When a car stopped, I asked the driver how far he was going. He would answer to so and so point. That gave me a chance to get a good look at him. If I didn’t like what I saw, or there was more than one person in the car, I would reply that I was going farther and didn’t want to miss a later ride that would take me to my destination. They usually understood and drove off. If I liked what was inside, I would accept. But sometimes I rejected great-looking guys if they were only going a very short distance. I would calculate how much time I needed to accomplish my ends, and if it were insufficient, I sent them on their way.

    Once inside their car, on the passenger side, I would begin my spiel. I quickly brought the subject to sex. If I saw they were uncomfortable, I stopped that conversation. If they opened up, I would press them further. I’d ask if a woman ever gave them a blow job. Many would answer yes. I then would ask, “How about a man?” Some would admit they had, and some would say they hadn’t. If their reaction was hostile, I changed to other topics. If they already had a man do it, I would ask, “Want one now?” The answer was usually yes. For those who answered they never had a man do it, I would ask if they would they do it if they had the chance. Again, a negative reaction ended the questions. If they replied yes, they would consider it, I would close in for the kill. One time a young guy in a delivery truck stopped for me. Unfortunately, when I brought up the sex topic, he stopped his truck told me get out.

    It was easy to find deserted back roads where I could perform. Often, I made two or three conquests on the way home. Not one ever became belligerent afterwards. I choose people well. I estimate my success rate was six out of ten. I began to mark a calendar each day with a number representing my contacts. After a month or so, I was staggered by how many had accumulated and I stopped keeping count.

    One night I stayed in the city until about 10 p.m. I took the bus to my stop, 2 ½ miles from our farm. I rarely got a hide on the deserted road to my house. But that night I got lucky. I guy in a convertible with his radio blaring stopped to pick me up. I could see that he was really cute, and in his mid-twenties. I wasted no time in popping the blow job question, and he accepted. We stopped in some one’s driveway, but he didn’t turn down his radio. Naturally the lights came on in the house.

    I said, “Let’s get out of here. We can park in the driveway to my house.” I decided to risk his knowing where I lived. When we got there, I did my duty. Several weeks later during the day, he drove right up to our house, with another guy. I was outside with my father. The guy told me that he was moving, and needed another hand. It turned out that he lived no more than a mile from me. I agreed, and climbed into his car. In between trips from his house to his car, he took me to the woodshed and I sucked him off. He said, “Wait here, I’ll send in my buddy.”

    I replied, “Ok,” anxious to get another dick down my throat. I didn’t see any women around, so I decided that he and his buddy were both gay. They delivered me home, but unfortunately I never saw him again. I didn’t ask where he was moving to.

    My parents later divorced, and my mother moved to Michigan. I would visit her once in a while, by hitch hiking some four hundred miles there and back. I often made out. One night a truck driver stopped for me. I feel asleep in his truck. He woke me up later and said I could do my thing. I did, then he asked me get out. We were at the state line, and I thought he probably didn’t want to transport me from one state to another.

    Sometimes a guy who picked me up was looking to suck me off. Naturally I let them do so.

  • Blind Date Foolery

    “Damn it, interact.”

    “What’s the matter?” Maddie asked, plopping himself down beside his boss, the producer of the gay male social media service “HookUp,” Stan Cross, who was seating in Dodger’s Stadium during a Los Angeles Dodger’s baseball game with the visiting St. Louis Cardinals. Stan had a pair of binoculars, trained on the stands across the field, pressed to his face.

    “This filming of our April 1st program isn’t going well at all. And I wanted to use the new studio van for this.”

    “The new outfitted van with the cameras can be used anytime. What’s wrong here? Here, let me look. I know where their seats are. Sorry I’m late. Traffic from the north was a real bear today.” Maddie took the binoculars, picked out the two guys turned from the game and filming up to higher seats from two different locations and followed the direction they were triangulating on. He saw them. Two guys sitting next to each other, both looking distracted, neither really all that interested in looking at what was happening on the field, which wasn’t much, this being baseball, famous for its long lulls of “nothing’s happening.” One of the guys, the white one, was being really fidgety. Nothing was happening between these two guys in the stands either, which, Maddie fully understood as a problem.

    For its April Fools Day Internet offering this year Stan had gotten the idea of matching two guys with some sort of shared esoteric kink on paper—preferable two guys who didn’t look like they’d click—and put them together in blind dates they didn’t realize were with each other. The program was an unabashed pornographic one. At the base was an Internet dating service, where guys answered questions about what they were and did, how far they’d go, and what they were seeking in a hookup. They also had to send in photos. The program staff matched them up for a paid date. Maddie, one of the assistant producers, was in charge of doing this and had arranged this matchup based on Stan’s idea for an April Fools program.

    The guys got paid $500 for showing up for a restaurant or other public venue date and preapproving having that part of the date filmed. They received a further $500 if they went on from the restaurant for further in-public activity, whether it led to anything or not. More, $1,000, was theirs if the date ended up in sex that was filmed and preapproved for broadcasting. They got bonuses on top of that based on how well the sex film did in the ratings. Guys signed up for the service with the knowledge of what the deal was and that it was going to end in a subscription film if the two hit it off. What they didn’t know was who they were matched with until they got to the initial meeting venue.

    The two guys Maddie was looking at through the binoculars, handpicked by him to be here today, couldn’t have looked more different. The black guy, cataloged as Edward, although that wasn’t his real name, was tall, thin, and elegantly dressed despite this being a baseball game. He looked every inch the successful white-collar businessman, particularly sharp looking because he obviously had made it in the professional world that didn’t comfortably accommodate people of color. He was, from the aspect he exhibited perhaps thirty-five or maybe a little older. Maddie knew he claimed to be thirty-seven. Maddie knew so much more about him too.

    Although he looked very much out of place at a Dodgers baseball game, he looked the more comfortable of the two being there.

    The guy sitting next to him, visibly uncomfortably so, with the file name of Chuck, was white. He was younger than Edward, maybe in his mid-twenties, and buzz-cut muscular, blue-collar Marine in aspect. He obviously was a serious bodybuilder. Where Edward was tall and willowy, Chuck wasn’t, being short and compact enough for his bodybuilding probably being a compensation for his height sensitivity. Of the two, he was dressed and looked more in keeping with attending a Sunday afternoon baseball game than Edward was. But he’d arrived late—possibly also because of the heavy traffic coming in from the north that day—and didn’t settle in comfortably with the game and his surroundings before he disappeared again.

    The hook of this April Fools Day version of the program was that the ticketed seats on either side of these two men, so uncomfortably sitting side by side and never getting around to interacting as Stan Cross had wanted them too—and had assumed they would—was that both men thought they were here on a blind date with someone who was standing them up. The seats next to them were empty. The date each expected hadn’t shown up. They—Edward and Chuck—were meant by Stan to be told after the filming had caught that they each were stood up, that two dates had been ticketed together at the game just for convenience, and, since the men’s dates hadn’t shown up, they could choose, for money beyond the $500 for showing up to date each other.

    The surprise if they bit, and Stan had assumed they would because of the money involved, is that they’d just happen to have matching sides of a serious and rather rare fetish.

    The premise would be two guys not looking like they matched, but who did on paper, adjusting to an unexpected blind date and seeing where, in an April Fools Day version of the game, that would go. If they didn’t click and, especially, if they did click and wind up having sex, they would be told of the April Fools angle and, if they’d had mutually satisfying sex, given bonus money.

    But Stan’s plans went bust. The young white bodybuilder, Chuck, got antsy and got up and left before anyone could get to him to pose the substitute date arrangement offer.

    “What a pisser,” Stan said, rising from his seat in disgust. “I guess the joke’s on me on this one. I don’t know what we’ll do for an April Fools Day program now. Maybe you can think of something, Maddie,” he said, as he took advantage of the stands going wild and everyone jumping up from their seats when a hit ball careened up into the stands to depart.

    Maybe I can, Maddie thought, as he watched his boss depart. Maybe I already have, he mused, a smile forming on his face.

    * * * *

    Dr. Tyrone Price, known in the HookUp files as “Edward,” left the ballgame quite some time after the game was over and the stands were nearly deserted. It wasn’t so much that he’d become interested in the game itself as that he’d exchanged looks and signaling with the usher for his section. He stayed around as the crowd thinned with the hope that he could recover a hookup from the failed matching program meeting. The possibility fell through, though, when the two men got together in a cinder-block-walled corridor in the concessions area and Price got across the kink he wanted to feed. The usher disappeared almost immediately. It wasn’t an unusual reaction for the black doctor to receive. The attraction for him that the HookUp arrangement had been was the assurance he would be matched on the basis of his fetish.

    When he got out to the parking lot, it too was nearly deserted—with the exception of one guy standing next to a red Mustang convertible. The game tickets had come with parking spaces, the spaces being in the same lot just as the tickets had been in the same section. Price recognized the fidgety short and built white guy who had briefly been sitting next to him at the game, who had seemed to be upset by something—possibly that his date stood him up because the seat on the other side of him hadn’t been filled—and who had left the game not more than a half hour after having arrived there—late. Price half thought that the guy had been upset to be seated next to a black man.

    The Mustang had two flat tires on the side Price could see.

    “I see you’ve been flattened,” he called out when he reached his white Mercedes-Benz Metris panel van.

    “Some bastard dumped a bunch of nails right here,” responded Jerry Chatham, registered in his HookUp file simply as “Chuck.” “I’ve called a tow truck, but their taking their fuckin’ sweet time getting here. Sorry,” he added, “this just doesn’t seem to be my day.”

    Tyrone walked over to Jerry. “I’m not in a hurry to go anywhere. I’ll wait with you until the tow truck arrives and give you a ride somewhere if nobody shows.”

    “That’s nice of you, thanks,” Jerry said. “Aren’t you the guy who was sitting next to me at the game?”

    “Yes, Tyrone Price,” Tyrone said, extending his hand.

    “Jerry Chatham here,” Jerry said, taking Tyrone’s hand in his and giving a surprised look when the black doctor folded his thumb to rub it in Jerry’s palm. It was a reflex action by Tyrone; he had done it out of habit. It was reflexive action to do it when shaking hands with a guy who aroused him, which Jerry did now that Tyrone got a good look at him. It was a signal of a seeking top. Tyrone was embarrassed he had reflexively delivered the signal, but his interest was piqued upon seeing Jerry’s reaction. He seemed to know what it meant but he’d been too surprised to react either by dropping the hand or gripping and thumb before he’d naturally withdrawn from the handshake.

    “You sure you have time to wait?” Jerry asked.

    “Positive. I was supposed to meet someone on a blind date at the stadium, but he didn’t show up.”

    “He?” Jerry asked, giving Tyrone a sharp look.

    “Yeah, a guy,” Tyrone answered, cutting through the usual preliminary crap. He was intrigued by the looks of this guy and it seemed he knew signaling. Tyrone decided to take the chance. He’d let it sit there. If this guy was a player and wanted to move into dealing, he could take up the next step in connecting. Jerry did just that. He reached for Tyrone’s hand again and wrapped his fingers around the black doctor’s thumb.

    “The date wasn’t being arranged through HookUp, was it?” he asked.

    “Yes. Yes, it was.”

    Jerry laughed, and then, after a short pause, with Tyrone looking down at the finger grip Jerry had on his thumb, he too laughed. “You too? You had a blind date set up for the Dodger’s game and your date didn’t show? The empty seat on the other side from me—like the one beside me? We both got stood up through HookUp?”

    “Yeah, it looks that way. And too bad. They assured me they’d hook me up with a guy whose fetish matched mine—and that’s hard to come by.”

    “You have a specialized sex fetish?” Tyrone asked.

    “Yeah, I do.” And then Jerry told Tyrone what that fetish was.

    “That’s a coincidence,” Tyrone said, giving Jerry another lookover and a smile. “You a giver or a receiver.”

    “A receiver.”

    “Interesting,” Tyrone said.

    The two continued to chat until the tow truck showed up and loaded up Jerry’s Mustang. The truck driver volunteered to drop Jerry where he could get transportation.

    “I can drive you where you want to go,” Tyrone said. “I have free time. I was planning on being on a date.”

    “So was I,” Jerry said with a tone of regret. “I’d be grateful for the ride.”

    “I have something you can ride,” Tyrone said, looking pointedly at Jerry. Jerry laughed.

    “Come on in my van with me,” Tyrone said.

    They got in the van and watched the tow truck driver finish loading the Mustang and drive off. The parking lot was nearly deserted. There were a few cars dotted around here and there, but no people were on the move anywhere close to the lot. Tyrone smiled at Jerry and reached back and slid the panel open between the passenger compartment and the back of the van.

    “Take a look back there,” he said. “I was all set up for my HookUp blind date.”

    “Holy shit,” Jerry said, slowly letting out a deep breath.

    Tall, willowy, black Dr. Tyrone Price fucked short, muscular white bodybuilder Jerry Cheatham with his gloved fist in the back of Price’s white Mercedes Matris delivery van. The floor, sides, and ceiling of the van were heavily covered with sound-deadening carpeting. A wedge was bolted to the van floor, the higher edge toward the back doors of the van. Restraints ran from the door sides of the back of the front seats to the wedge and from the corners of the back door.

    Both men were naked, the only article of clothing on either of them was the greased black leather glove on Price’s right hand. Cheatham was spread-eagled on his back on the wedge, his bulbous buttocks on the high edge of the wedge and his arms and legs spread, with wrists and ankles bound in restraints. His cock was in erection, although it was nothing to be proud off. The ball gag in his mouth barely contained his yelps and yodeling and his eyes were bugging out as Dr. Price, slim, hardbodied, and in magnificent thick and long erection, knelt between Cheatham’s spread thighs and worked his gloved fist, in to the wrist, in Cheatham’s channel.

    After Cheatham had shot his load in multiple, long-arced spirals, Price withdrew his fist, positioned himself between Cheatham’s knees, mounted and penetrated the bodybuilder’s now-yawning channel, and fucked him to a shared paradise.

    If this had been how the blind date had spun out while still under the management of HookUp, both of the daters would have given it a glorious experience 5 on a 1 to 5 scale, both would have earned wads of cash, and HookUp would both have its April Fools program in the can and a bonus video for a short list of high-paying subscribers.

    Sitting in a bar three blocks away from where the white Mercedes van was rocking on its shocks, the HookUp producer, Stan Cross, was crying in his beer about a lost April Fools program opportunity that was every bit the tragic loss he thought it was, while his assistant producer, a mischievous glint in his eye, was busy working the phones to set up the next opportunity.

    * * * *

    “Good, good. I think this is going to work. I just wish you hadn’t . . .” Stan didn’t complete the sentence. Maddie knew what he almost said, though. He knew too that Stan didn’t want to admit that he’d been holding the file back on the big bruiser who was sitting in the restaurant, with Stan and Maddie sitting in the restaurant’s office and monitoring the HookUp meet. There were two cameras on the table where the two men sat across from each other and monitors for what the cameras saw were set in front of Stan and Maddie.

    This was Maddie’s plan for an April Fools program, although he hadn’t told Stan all of the plan. He hadn’t told Stan he’d picked the Hispanic bruiser José Alvarez specifically as one of the bland date men. Alvarez was a power top and Maddie had seen his file on Stan’s desk enough to know Stan was smitten with him. Stan was always threatening to go on a day with one of these hunks himself and go all the way. The April Fools part of this segment of the meeting, though, was that the other man, a trim and movie-star handsome independent businessman, Craig Littlepage, ten years older than Alvarez and very much Anglo-Saxon, also was a power top.

    Both men knew that, though, and both were in on the April Fools joke that they weren’t really there on their blind date.

    Their waiter at the restaurant for this arranged HookUp date just happened to be another guy who recently had sent in an application to be matched up by HookUp. His name was Ryan, and he was a willowy, sweet young twenty-three-year old with frosted hair that he kept up in a man bun when he was working and who was a bit limp wristed and “oh my” and “aren’t I just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.” He was, in fact, quite cute, and huggable, and quite obviously fuckable too.

    When he’d come on duty and been introduced to Stan and Maddie and the two cameramen and told that a HookUp meeting would be conducted at the restaurant with him as the waiter, he almost giggled, saying, “What a coincidence. I just applied for a blind date matchup myself.”

    “Did you?” Stand and Maddie said, almost in unison, both trying to keep a straight face.

    “Do a good job here—acting like this is just any other table you’re serving and not taking notice of the camera—and we’ll see that you get a really good matchup,” Maddie said.

    “I prefer a really forceful top,” Ryan said.

    Maddie almost answered with a “We know.” He also knew that Ryan had studied dance, was double jointed, liked to be manhandled, and was a screamer in sex. They’d already gotten a match for him. The match for him was the good-looker, but a bit older Craig Littlepage, one of the guys supposedly there to hook up with someone else.

    As José and Craig worked their way through the appetizers and were recorded as dancing around introductions and feeling each other out for the cameras, the date started to go a little sour. The matchup didn’t seem to be as apparent to either of them as the science of the fit had seemed to think. The two noticeably weren’t melding well. In contrast, Craig and the waiter, Ryan, were hitting it off very well. Ryan was trying not to become the third man in the scene, but Craig was doing everything to draw him in. José visibly was noticing this and not taking it well.

    By the serving of the salad course, Craig and Ryan knew more about each other and their shared likes and dislikes than José knew about Craig or that Craig chose to share with José. The flashpoint was when Craig made a derogatory remark about Mexicans to Ryan and Ryan wasn’t able to stifle a giggle. José didn’t bother to stifle his displeasure, though, and, voicing a few choice words—in Spanish—he rose from the table and was gone.

    Craig and José had just been playing programed parts in the disintegration of their date, of course.

    Ryan looked thunderstruck. “Oh, this is terrible. I hope this wasn’t anything I—” He had been trying so hard to make the evening wonderful for the two men and for the cameras that were whirring away around the fringe of otherwise empty tables. He was ever mindful that he’d been promised a good date for himself if this came off well. But it hadn’t come off well. The big Hispanic bruiser had stormed off. Ryan was a little scared of him. The guy was a thug, Ryan thought. Not handsome and personable and oh so interesting like Craig was. But the date had gone bust. Ryan was close to tears.

    “There, there, it’s not your fault,” Craig said. “Don’t get upset. Here, sit down and share the meal with me. The studio is paying for it.”

    “I couldn’t do that,” Ryan said. “This isn’t my date. I’m the waiter.”

    “You could bring the meal in but then sit down and eat it with me and we could talk. It’s not our fault that Mexican left. The camera guys could knock off early and—”

    “No, I think we can make a good segment out of this,” said Jim, one of the cameramen—one who knew what this was all about. “HookUp sometimes broadcasts dates that don’t work out well. It would be a fun thing for you to sit in for the other guy, I’m sure. Let’s do it that way. I’m sure the pay could transfer over to you. Didn’t I hear you say that you’ve signed up for one of these dates?”

    “I’m just a waiter,” Ryan lamented. “I don’t think my boss—”

    “Give me a minute. Let me check with him,” Jim, the cameraman, said. “We’d really like to salvage something from this.”

    “Well, if you think—” Ryan started to say, but Jim was already gone. Ryan sank into the chair that José had vacated and Craig reached over and lay a hand on Ryan’s forearm and stroked him lightly with his fingers.

    “You signed up for one of these blind dates?” Craig asked. “Does that mean that you would—?”

    “Yes, I’m gay,” Ryan answered.

    “A submissive bottom?” Craig asked, hope obvious in his facial expression.

    “Yes.”

    “Sweet.” Craig gave Ryan a broad smile and pressed a knee between Ryan’s knees under the table. Ryan reflexively pressed his legs together on Craig’s knee. They gave each other a dreamy look.

    Craig, of course, knew exactly what this all was about and where it was meant to lead.

    Jim appeared in the office. “It appears to be a go,” he said to Stan and Maddie, who were sitting there monitoring Craig seducing a very willing Ryan at the restaurant table. The three of them watched as the two men got up from the table and headed toward the kitchen, followed by the other cameraman.

    When Jim came back to the dining room, they already were gone, and Stan and Maddie, in the restaurant office, were already watching Craig and Ryan in the pantry behind the kitchen, embracing and kissing. They were tearing at each other’s clothes. The second cameraman was getting it all on tape. Both of the men, quickly trouserless and with their briefs puddled on the floor, were pressing against the pantry’s cinderblock wall. Ryan had his back to the wall, his knees hooked on Craig’s hips, and his hands locked behind the older man’s neck. Craig was palming and squeezing and separating the waiter’s butt cheeks. They were kissing until, jerking his face away from Craig and yodeling to the ceiling of the panty, Ryan rewarded the camera with knowledge of the moment Craig’s erection penetrated, moved up inside Ryan’s channel, and began to plow him.

    “Brilliant,” Stan said, as he observed the fuck begin. “This will be great. It’s a fabulous April Fools program. We can run it as if a natural messed-up date with a fucking hot tail to it. Only at the end we’ll put in short interviews—the two original guys owning up to knowing it was a joke and the waiter being all surprise and innocence about having one pulled on him. A good fuck too. You done good Maddie. It’ll be a blockbuster show.”

    He looked back at the monitor. “Where’d they go?”

    Jim reappeared just then. “They’ve agreed to keep going,” he said. “Ted’s gone with them to the hotel room you arranged. He’ll keep them fucking there as long as possible and get it all on tape. He says the waiter looks like a contortionist. A lot of good positions, he thinks. Fucks like a bunny. Looks real androgynous with his hair let down.”

    “Great,” Stan said, turning toward Maddie and giving his assistant a big smile. “We’ve got ourselves a bitchin’ April Fools program.”

    Turning away from Stan so his boss couldn’t see his smirky grin, Maddie’s thought was, You don’t know the half of it, you lucky bastard.

    * * * *

    “You can go ahead. I’ll settle with the restaurant owner,” Maddie told his producer boss, Stan, after Craig, Ryan, and the cameraman had left the restaurant for their filmed hotel room adventure.

    “OK,” Stan answered. “Where’s Jim?”

    Maddie told him the cameraman who had stayed behind when Craig, Ryan, and the other cameraman shuffled off to a hotel had already left, and then he had to turn away from Stan to keep from grinning again and causing Stan to think something was “up”—which it was. The April Fools situations Maddie had planned were only half over with the switch in Craig Littlepage’s blind date partners. He stayed turned from Stan, fiddling around with this and that, until his boss had left the restaurant.

    Just outside the restaurant, at the opening into an alley, A muscular man, his facial features disguised by a balaclava hood mask and dressed all in black, stepped out of the alley, put a headlock on Stan, and dragged him into the alley. The assaulter was bulkier, younger, and much stronger than Stan was and he had the element of surprise going for him. He had a hood in one hand and got that over Stan’s head, blinding him, while Stan gurgled and ineffectually grabbed at the arm choking his throat. Stan was dragged to the back of a long delivery ban parked in the alley with its back doors open and thrust up and into the compartment.

    The man pulled Stan’s shirt and undershirt off his back and had the older man on his belly and his wrists restrained in cuffs leading off the opposite corners of the wall behind the driving compartment in the van as Stan made the last-ditch effort he could to struggle away from the capture. He wasn’t able to get free. He was belly down on some sort of wedge bolted to the center of the cargo area in back of the van. He flailed around with his legs as the man stripped off his shoes, trousers, and briefs, which left Stan naked except for his socks. This effort didn’t work either, and once Stan’s ankles had been put in restraints that led to hooks at the corners of the van’s back doors, Stan was completely immobilized.

    His assaulter stood between Stan’s legs, regaining his breath from the struggle, stripped down, and looked down at Stan’s helpless, wriggling body, while he hand stroked his huge cock to full erection. While he was doing this, he knelt down and, with his free hand, felt Stan up, pulled on the producer’s balls and cock, and penetrated Stan’s ass with a finger. Stan settled down to the close attention and began rocking his ass on the finger—which became fingers and, eventually, nearly a fist up to the knuckles.

    Stan was panting hard and moaning inside his blindfolding hood when the man crouched over him from behind and above, mounted and penetrated him, and began a deep doggie fuck.

    Maddie had been standing behind and outside the van for several minutes into this scene. He looked up into the four corners of the compartment of the HookUp program’s new camera van to ensure that the red lights were on in those cameras, indicating that film was rolling. He trusted that Jim was in position with his camera running on a track around the ceiling of the van, pointed down at where the hunky Hispanic bodybuilder, José Alvarez, was mounted on Stan’s ass and fucking him. Jim was located in a walled compartment behind the driver’s compartment and in front of the cargo area.

    The assistant producer had a few moments of indecision on whether Stan would see the April Fools humor in this “little extra” Maddie had put into the program plan, but decided that Stan would. It met Stan’s wants and desires from all angles. He’d been saying that he wanted to get into the action on these blind dates somehow; he’d been mooning over José Alvarez’s file, making no bones about wanting the Hispanic hunk to jump his bones; and he wanted the new camera van to be initiated in style. This met all the criteria.

    Still, Maddie stood behind the van, holding the doors open, going from watching to make sure their privacy in the alley was being maintained and observing the fuck until José had pulled the hood off Stan, Stan had looked around to assess the nature of the assault, and the producer had produced a big grin and turned his face to go into a lip lock with José as the Hispanic hunk continued to pound his ass.

    Assured that the double-whammy April Fools program was rolling along nicely, Maddie closed the van’s back doors, came around to the side of the van, and entered the compartment where Jim was manipulating the roving ceiling camera. Saddling up behind the cameraman, Maddie kissed Jim on the neck, reached around and unzipped him, pulled Jim’s erection out, and started stroking him off as both watched, through the compartment monitor, Stan getting his April Fools’ Day present in the back of the van.


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  • Adventures of Azizo – The Wasp

    I have been sitting by the bedside of my beloved master il Grandissimo, Bellissimo and Valentissimo Paolo Giordano Orsini, duke of Bracciano for more than four weeks now, waiting for him to die or get better. The later doesn’t seem possible for the moment, not only because of the stab wound in his belly from his cousin’s sword, but also from his deep sorrow. On the other hand the duke has on several occasions shown that he is not like any other man, I have ever known. He might get better. Hopefully…

    I am not alone at the duke’s bedside. Azizo and Folletto my devoted friends and the duke’s favourite minions are watching over him together with me. As we have nothing better to do while we wait for our intertwined destinies to be decided than tell each other stories, and as I am mute, it is Azizo and Folletto who are telling the stories. And today it is Azizo’s turn and he has decided to tell us his story, perhaps because he is possessed by a peculiar need to confide in someone, and it might as well be the two persons who share his insecurity. None of us are afraid to tell our stories to each other – first and foremost because we are true friends and because I never will be able to tell a living soul, mute as I am, and secondly I don’t think that any of us will survive for long if duke Orsini dies.

    Who knows what our destinies will be like after his death? The duke has many enemies and they will unfortunately be ours to face when our master is no longer here. He is the only shield protecting us from them.

    This is the story of Azizo, the Wasp. Well it is just as much my story, the story of Folletto and of our dying master to be franc, but compared to Azizo our stories are nothing to write about. And without him none of us would have a story to tell because for the last three years our destinies have been entangled.

    Neither the Duke, Folletto nor I can live without him, our lives would be meaningless. But unfortunately he doesn’t seem to need us the same way as we do him. But isn’t that always the scenario with lovers?

    You might not believe Azizo’s story which I have chosen to write down without his knowledge, I am not sure that he wouldn’t approve, but I dare not ask him, afraid he would forbid it. Thought the story of Azizo may not seem likely, it is the truth. What has happened the past three years is very well-known; some of it anyway! The purchase of Azizo by the melancholy duke is what started it all. And it was this purchase that came to reveal others, hitherto unknown episodes of the duke’s life. Many an Italian noble man has said that the presence of Azizo in the duke’s household has corrupted my master’s mind and body, changing him into a genuine monster that – on his zenith of madness – has become a danger to his surroundings.

    I do not agree. My master has blossomed in the vicinity of Azizo. With his godlike beauty and his gentle being, this young Moor has softened my master’s heart allowing him to love again. Although when it concerns lovers there all ways seems to be all sorts of controversies – former and present accusations, demonstrable or groundless – as an innate condition and as old as love itself.

    People believe that Azizo, the famous pagan, is a pernicious creature. But we who know him know that he is the most loveable person God ever placed on earth.

    Before I anticipate the whole story of Azizo I think it would be appropriate to tell a little about myself. I am monsignor Rossellino, the private secretary of duke Orsini. I haven’t always been a simple clerical servant; actually I have only served the powerful duke for five years.

    It all started five years ago – the 5th January 1572 in the morning – as I went up the stairs of the Vatican, I fell so unfortunately that my throat hit the edge of a slippery step. The step crushed my throat and I would surely have died of suffocation if it hadn’t been for a swift surgeon who without the least sign of hesitation opened my throat, using a small pair of scissors. The sore wound healed up, but I was and remained mute, that is why every one calls me il Bello Muto, the beautiful mute.

    At that time there wasn’t more than ten surgeons in Rome. Thus I concluded that if the providence allowed one of the best of them to cross my path so early in the day, it was surely a sign from above that the almost incredible course of events of my life was wanted by that same providence: even my fall, the destruction of my throat, the helping hand of the merciful surgeon, my mutism and my meeting with duke Orsini.

    Before the accident I was one of the most celebrated priests in the eternal city, and my sermons, which were sought by the nobility of Rome, besides making me popular, provided me with the favour of the highest noblemen. They had often invited me into their grant houses, overwhelming me with exquisite dishes; they spoiled me blind and didn’t want anything in return, except that I would speak to them in my usual tone of voice – whether my sermon was about the torments of hell or the glories of heaven. I loved to hear myself speak and basked in their admiration. And they loved me. When I write loved me, I mean that I wasn’t a very good priest. I had and still have a hunger for physical love, man to man. Some of the noblemen knew that same hunger, and together we were good. Damn good.

    At that point of time I was 28 years old, and according to many a lover I was rather handsome – well we all know that a lover’s eyes can be blinded by his desire to please rather that to tell the truth. Bet I believed them all, because I also had mirrors at home. And even thought I wasn’t entirely pure in my way of live, I didn’t ignore their praise of my own personal advantages.

    After my fall the cardinal Felice Montalto invited me to stay in his home during my recovery. I was deeply grateful. Cardinal Montalto and I had been lovers for several years; in fact he was my first. This cardinal who could be our future pope was a demanding lover – he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I was very devoted to him and his physical advantages – believe me – he had the biggest dick I have ever seen, well until I meet the duke that is.

    During my stay with Montalto he held a private party for the top of the aristocracy of Rome. And it was at this party I meet the Duke who was to become my new master. I feel in love with the duke the first time I laid my eyes on him – he was marvellous. He was about six-two, late twenties with a face a sculptor would kill for – strong planes and angles, accentuated by his blond hair – bull neck and a body that set my libido to fluttering. From the way he was filling out his black pants and the white shirt frill under his long cloak, it looked like there was a serious fabric shortage at his tailor’s. His calves bulged; his thighs and his thick chest bulged. I knew I wanted him.

    I had seen the duke Orsini sitting alone for the better part of two hours, hitting the red wine pretty hard, not talking, and not looking around. Evil tongues said that he was sad because he had just lost his favourite lover, a man called Guilietto. I would like for him to talk to me, but it is very difficult for a mute to start a conversation. So I waited.

    After a few enjoyable hours I had to go to the toilet. I hadn’t even started to piss when the door flew up and the duke sidled up next to me at the stand.

    ‘Evening,’ he said, his elbow brushing mine as he hauled out his equipment.

    I nodded in return, a tingle of anticipation making my nuts shift around in their pouch. There was no longer any doubt as to the meaning of the look he gave me. I was going to have to fight hard to maintain a distance to his large smile. I was beginning to figure I had the cure to the duke’s sad looks.

    ‘You have got a big cock,’ he slurred. He wasn’t an original conversationalist, drunk as he was, but I thought he sounded sincere. So sincere, as a matter of fact, that my dick jumped and twitched in my fingers, straining to show him just how big it could get.

    I nodded. It is my way of saying thank you, trying to reel it in before things got out of control. No such luck! His hand shot out and his fingers wrapped around my prick, gripping it firmly. I never had a chance.

    He tugged on my handle till I was facing him, pushed me against the wall separating the urinal from the sink, and dropped to his knees before I could protest. Then he smacked his lips noisily and right away I didn’t have anything to protest about. Orsini may not have been much for conversation, but he sure knows how to suck an eager cock. He polished the knob for a few minutes, tonguing the piss hole and licking all around the ridge of the crown. Once he had my attention totally riveted, he went to work on the shaft, licking it top, sides, and bottom, till it glistened in the dim light.

    Once the phase of the inspection had been carried out, he went for my balls, sucking them into his mouth one at a time and working on them till my toes were all curled up. I suppose I still could have pushed him away and walked out of the place, but it is dangerous to upset a man who has your nuts sucked halfway down his throat.

    Anyway, by this time I was starting to leak like a broken pipe from all the attention, my slime dripping down onto his high forehead and running down either side of his rather patrician nose. He had also been doing five-fingers exercises on himself; I noticed when I glanced down. His own stiffer was no slouch – it jutted out from the fly of his trousers, the head a lip-smacking cherry red.

    I tried to pull him to his feed so I could return the favour, but he held firm, giving me clear signals that this was his show and he would call the shots. Fine by me. I braced my elbows on the wall behind my and thrust my hips forward, content to let him blow me till my head caved in.

    I focused my full attention back on the duke. He was bobbing up and down on my dick like a precision machine, his tongue vibrating, and his throat tight and hot. He’d pull off till only the tip of his tongue was teasing my cum-hole, and then slam forward, smacking his forehead into my tight gut. I thought that I had great endurance, but a man can only take that type of pressure for so long before the trigger trips. Orsini tripped mine after about ten delicious minutes. I grabbed him by the ears and started humping his handsome face, bouncing my balls off his cleft chin as I prepared to feed him the best I had to offer.

    I pulled my prick out of the duke’s talented throat. My first shot hit him right between the eyes, splattering all over his face. He didn’t protest, and my prick was still in party mode, spouting cream all over his dress and on his shoes.

    Afterwards Orsini took me home and taught me more about the lovemaking between men. And I am eternal grateful. After my first lesson with him I just couldn’t get enough of it. We were happy together, until a new and younger man emerged – Azizo.


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  • A Business Trip with Huge Benifits

    I arrived in Chicago, traveling on business in which I have always enjoyed, not only from the standpoint that I loved my work, but I loved visiting so many fantastic cities. I checked into my hotel, took a shower, then headed to the bar for a beer. The bar was fairly filled with people, mostly men. I ordered a beer, enjoying the friendly atmosphere, when I noticed at the end of the bar a really attractive guy who was starring at me. I turned away but out of the corner of my eye I could see he was still starring. I finished my beer ordering another as I looked up he smiled at me. I was beginning to get aroused as he was amazingly gorgeous. I finished my second beer ordering a third, now having a nice buzz reducing my anxiety.

    So…. this hot guy got up walking to the side of the bar where I was seated. As I watched him, his tall stature, built like a greek god, came over sitting next to me….he turned and said: “Hi, I’m Brady” “Its nice to meet you, I’m Connor.” We began our conversation with him stating he was here for a conference with clients from different parts of the country. He never really told me what line of work he was in and I didn’t ask. I stated that I was also on business, meeting with different IT personnel from different distribution centers from around the country. We talked about every subject imaginable. He had an incredible personality, easy going as our conversation just flowed as if we had known each other for a long period of time.

    I got up to go take a piss as the beer was taking its toll on my bladder. My new found friend said: “I have to go too.” We walked into the men’s room walking up to the urinals. Now I have to say I am a well endowed man, but when I looked at his cock, his length plus girth even soft, took my breathe away. What a fucking cock, I never had seen one that huge. He looked at me smiling: “It’s big isn’t it?” “Man, what woman can take that?” “Connor, I like shoving this monster in a hot guys ass….there are guys who love it.” I can’t even fathom how an ass would open to take your cock….my God its not even hard.

    We returned to the bar, our conversation turned sexual, as I asked him if he was gay. “Yes sir, 100% gay” “Connor have you ever experienced sex with a man?” “To tell you the true, no I haven’t, but there are times when I see a really hot guy, I wonder what sex would be like with a dude.” “There is nothing better than man sex….I’ve fucked more guys than you can count.” “Wow, tell me….as I do know the terminology, are you a top or bottom?” “I’m definitely a top….it really turns me on getting a guy ready to accept my cock, then when I do fuck him, it really gets me going when he begins to take me, then begging me for more.” “I also love to suck cock and be sucked, then nothing better than getting a big load of cum in my mouth, I just love the taste. “Fuck Brady, your very blunt…. I think my briefs are soaked with pre-cum with all this hot talk. “I have a suggestion Connor, why don’t we go up to my room maybe showing you what your missing.” 

    The beer had diminished all my inhibitions so I agreed to go to his room. On the way up I said to myself: “What the fuck are you getting yourself into?” As we walked to the elevator, I felt small next him, with him being at least 6’2″ compared to my 5’7″. I was definitely not ashamed of my body, I worked really hard at the gym with my dedication paying off plus my bubble ass along with a handsome cock always made me confident. I had been with a lot of women, but there was never a connection.

    We arrived at Brady’s room….I was so nervous that my hands were sweating. He handed me a beer in which I downed quickly. We sat on the sofa because his room was really a suite also very spacious.

    “He looked at me with concern: “Look if your not into this its no problem, we can talk then call it a night. “You have to understand my concern, I’ve never done this before. He came closer to me grabbing me by the neck pulling me into a kiss. I sort of rejected at first but his lips were so sensual and warm. He began running his tongue along my bottom lip as my mouth voluntarily opened….his tongue invading my entrance. An energy began to rush through my body, my tongue now starting to battle with his. Before I knew it saliva was dripping out of our mouths with my cock reacting to the foreplay.

    Brady got up slowly beginning to strip, as I remained sitting on the sofa. When all he had left was his boxer briefs, I pulled him to me beginning to suck his cock through his briefs. “Yeah, your getting the drift of it, now pull my briefs down, show me what you can do.” I pulled his briefs down slowly as his cock popped out….oh my God, its fucking huge. Not so much the length which was probably 8″, but it was the girth. I just starred at it in awe as Brady said: “Well are you just going to just stare at it” I took the head in my mouth licking it then pulled his foreskin back to reveal a huge mushroom head. I began swirling my tongue all around the corona beginning to enjoy it when suddenly a huge amount of pre-cum came spewing out of his piss slit. I let my tongue rest on the side of his cock as his juice slid onto my tongue. I was really getting turned on with my cock straining against my pants. I loved the taste of his pre-cum it was salty but also sweet. I then began to consume his girth stretching my mouth to its maximum. I was determined to take him but as I got three quarters down I began to gag. “Take it easy buddy its not going anywhere.” I realized that I couldn’t take it all but I was happy that I could take most of it. They say practice makes perfect, but all I knew was I loved his cock in my mouth.

    He told me to get up and strip which I eagerly did. My nerves seem to be disappearing also realizing that I wanted this. Brady got on his knees pulling my briefs down, instantly taking my cock into his mouth….within seconds he had my whole cock buried in his throat. “Fuck yes…..awe….mmmmm, never felt anything like this.” My cock popped out of his mouth as he said: “Are you ready for what I’ve got for you?” I looked at him then it hit me, he was going to put that elephant cock in my virgin hole. “I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

    He told me to lay on the bed on my stomach then spread my legs. He began rubbing my ass crack with his fingers, as his fingers touched my hole, I felt incredible sensations from my perineum to my balls. He lubed his fingers, placing one finger, then two as he worked my hole, then three as I gasped in pain. After some time working my hole, he used two fingers from each hand spreading my hole wide open as he took his tongue devouring me as I moaned with pleasure.

    He told me to get on my knees as he placed his torpedo at my entrance. He pushed into me passing my sphincter as I yelled: “Fuck Brady…. stop your killing me.” He stopped, telling me to relax, slowly he began pushing in again. “Oh fuck….I feel like I’m going to rupture.” “Do you want me to stop Connor.” “Fuck no, just go slow.” He began once again until he was balls deep into me than once again stopped. “Okay, the pain isn’t to bad, now fuck me slowly. His strides began to intensify when suddenly he hit my prostate sending me in a frenzy of lust. “Okay now fuck me.” He began sliding in and out of my tortured mancunt, but I was pleasure bound. “Your tight hole feels so good, as your ass muscles are working my cock.

    He pulled out telling me to lay on my back. “Before I do, I want to suck your cock….I took him in my mouth as I could smell his musky manly scent which excited me. I grabbed his huge balls, took my mouth off his cock, taking his balls washing them with my tongue. “Oh fuck yeah, your a fast learner.” His taste was putting me in a pure state of nirvana, as my mouth began to expertly suck his balls, then back to his cock. “For a guy with no experience your a natural.” For some reason I loved what I was doing to him, wanting to show him that I was inexperienced but I could make the mark to be just as good as anyone else he had been with.

    He had me get up, pushing me against the wall as he rammed his one eyed monster in my mancunt. This position was difficult due to our difference in height, but he squatted down, making it work. He then picked me up holding my legs in his arms as I placed his cock at my hole penetrating me, the fullness was overwhelming. He began bobbing up and down as I began to kiss him like a crazed animal.

    The feelings that were racing through my body were evident as I began to yell: “Yes, fuck me….mmmm….ooh….yes.” I never experienced anything like this with a woman. After fucking me in this position he carried me to the bed telling me to stand up putting one foot on the bed. He penetrated me from this position, the fullness in my ass was taking me over the edge: Brady, I’m going to blow soon.” “Me too, lets go for it” He began thrusting into my gaping hole, reaching around stroking my cock. “Fuck I’m cumming….OMG….yes….fuuuuuuuuuuck.” “Get ready, I’m going to fill your sweet ass with my spunk, Oh fuck…….uhh….mother fucker….mmmmmmm.” We fell on the bed, the smell of sex permeated the room, our bodies sweaty as we clung to each other.

    You little fucker, your an awesome fuck, are you okay.” “Yeah I’m good, but I don’t think my asshole will ever be the same.” “Believe me Connor, your ass will be fine, its very resilient.”

    We took a shower together, he grabbed me, “thank you, you made my first night more than I ever planned for” “I thank you too, never expected to loose my virginity on this business trip.” “Hey Connor, I’m having meetings also a business dinner tomorrow evening, but the next day I thought we could have dinner then enjoy a nice evening together. “You just want more of my ass.” “Well, do you blame me, your hot….that ass of yours was meant to be fucked.” I got dressed hugging Brady then left for my room.

    I got back to my room, sat on the bed thinking about what happened. Fuck, am I bi, am I gay, fuck….I never felt this way with a woman. It was really weighing heavy on me, not to mention my asshole was killing me. I decided the lay in a tub of hot water. As I laid back, the hot water soothing my ravaged ass. My brain keep racing, is this what I want? I keep a conversation going with myself. I think this is what I want because it awakened something in me….loving every part of the sex I shared with Brady. Yes at first the pain was horrible, but once it passed it became glorious, explosive, the likes in which I’ve never experienced. I began chuckling as I got out of the tub drying myself, wow its a good thing we aren’t getting together tomorrow to give my asshole a rest.

    The next day I had several scheduled meetings with IT associates from different distribution centers. I tried to remain focused but all I could think about was Brady’s gorgeous cock. My ass felt much better but as I thought about him I got amazing sensations in my asshole, causing me to get an erection.

    That evening I found an adult store, walked in looking a different dildos, but what caught my eye was butt plugs. I decided to purchase one (a large one) also lube. I figured when we went to dinner I would wear the butt plug to stretch my hole.

    After a busy day with more meetings I rushed back to the hotel, showered, cleaning myself well, lubed the butt plug, sticking it in my ass. I hoped it wouldn’t be uncomfortable but after it being wedged into my hole for about an hour, it felt pretty good. I went to the bar, ordered a beer waiting for Brady. He arrived with a gleam in his eyes: “Hey Connor its good to see you, I’m hungry, do you want to eat here or go somewhere else?” “Let’s eat here, have a beer before we head to the dining room.”

    We finished our beer, then we went to eat. As we sat there talking, the butt plug was working my ass giving me some incredible sensations. Looking at Brady, the butt plug was doing a dance in my hole, I became hard slowly moving my ass on the chair. I began to laugh: “What are you laughing for?” “You won’t believe it, I have a butt plug shoved in my ass, it feels good getting me hard and horny as hell.” He began laughing also, “Well I’m glad you will be prepared.” We were both horny rushing through our dinner then headed up to my room.

    As soon as we entered the room Brady grabbed me: “So have you been thinking about me?” “I have to say I have definitely been thinking about your cock.” “Well, lets not waste any time.” In a flash we were both naked, laying on the bed. “Brady, I would like to try rimming.” With a smirk on his face, he laid on his stomach, spread his legs and said: “It’s all yours little man.” I laid down moving up to his hot ass, spreading his hairy ass cheeks, admiring his pink pucker. I licked around his hole taking in his manly scent, then went for the prize, his rosebud. I really loved rimming. I was working my pelvic muscles, moving the butt plug in me, sending waves of mind blowing sensations through my ass. “Oh yeah Connor, suck that ass, make it yours.

    I got up, sat on his chest as I leaned down sucking his face, our tongues becoming entwined in saliva, the kissing dirty, obscene, full of lust. I pulled the butt plug our of my ass, took the lube, lubing his cock then more on my asshole. I took his mammoth shlong, placing it at my entrance, sliding down without any difficulty. Oh yes I had this incredible fullness, but fuck it felt good. I began bobbing up and down his shaft, there was electrical sensations racing through my body: “Fuck yeah, oh I want this cock, yes, mmmmm.” “Yeah baby, ride that pole, you are on fire tonight.” “With his cock buried in me, he maneuvered me onto my back, then continued pounding my ass. “Fuck yeah….mmmmm….oh shit….fuuuuuuuuck.” “Brady, please cum in my mouth.” He pulled out of me, got on my chest, stroked his cock three or four times then exploded. “Shit oh fuck, here it comes, oh yeah, mmmmmmmmm.” My tongue was hanging open like a dog as he shot six maybe seven blasts of cum. Every shot went directly in my mouth….I took the massive load, then swallowed. I then licked and cleaned his cock as he gasped: “Conner, like I said I’ve been with a lot of guys, but you are at the top of my list.” “I’ll take that compliment, continuing with my learning, but I can tell you this business trip has changed my life, I know now that I’m gay.” “I think your a great guy, if in your transition you need someone to talk to, I’ll always be there for you.”

    We cleaned up, exchanged phone numbers, then said our goodbyes. I left the next day, but Brady and I remained friends, talking at least once a week, also made plans to visit each other. You just never know what kind of twists and turns you will experience in life.

  • Absent Wives

    “Ugh! Dude, no. It’s too early. Get off.”

    “Come on! We got all morning.”

    “But we did it all night. Close the fucking shade, dude.”

    “When do we ever get this much time to ourselves? We have to take it when we can get it.”

    “I don’t think I can fuck you anymore. My dick is going to fall off.”

    “I can get your dick back up, dude.”

    “No! Come on, man. Give it a rest. Isn’t your ass fucking sore?”

    “No amount of fucking from you can ever be enough. Fuck! I can’t get enough of your dick!”

    “Can I at least get some coffee, first? So fucking tired. We hardly slept last night.”

    “Coffee, after. Fucking, now.”

    “Ugh.”

    “Dude, stop sissy-bitching. You don’t have to do anything. I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is lay there.”

    “I can’t believe you, bro. I had no idea the first time I fucked you, you would be so fucking gay for my cock. I’ve fucking created a monster.”

    “A monster who likes to ride your big cock, babe.”

    “No. Don’t call be that. It’s not fair.”

    “Ah, come on. You know you like it when I call you that, dude.”

    “You only call me Babe when you want me to fuck you.”

    “I only call you that when we’re alone.”

    “Liar. You text it to me too. Luckily, she can’t check my texts. One look at your texts and she would think I’m banging some rando chic.”

    “Same here, dude. Mine doesn’t even pay attention. She’s always on HER phone. Admit it, my sexts turn you one, buddy.”

    “Well, when you text me that you wish I was bending you over and shooting a load in you, it tends to get my dick hard. Six months ago, I would never have dreamed we would be fucking.”

    Me either but there was always a connection. I’m just fucking happy we figured it out. An ass full of your cock was worth the wait.

    “Dude…, fuck, you’re so hot. Ugh! Fine. Hop on, BABE.”

    “Fuck, yeah!”

    “Take it easy. It’s fucking sensitive.”

    “Fuck, fuck, fuck. So fucking big.”

    “YOU’RE so fucking tight.”

    “God, damn it. Hurts, dude.”

    “You fucking pussy. Just sit on the fucking thing so I can get back to sleep.”

    “Ohhhh…Ahhhhh, that’s fucking good. Right there. Yeah, right there.”

    “I can’t get over the look on your face every time you do that.”

    “I can’t get over the look on YOUR face when I hit bottom. You handsome fucker. FUCK! You feel so god damn good.”

    “Ride it, bro. That’s it, ride that cock. Oh, dude, boning you while I can see your wedding ring. So awesome seeing my married buddy riding my cock.”

    “Ugh, ugh, ugh. Just like that. You know what I wish, babe?”

    “What?”

    “I wish they were watching us right now. I wish those two bitches were sitting right here fingering each other’s clits when you’re balls deep in my butt.”

    “Yeah? You want to be watched? Show them how to get fucked?”

    “Yeah, babe. It’d be so fucking hot to ride you while they get off on their guys fucking. I want you to shoot in me at the same time they both squirt.”

    “Man, you’re a dirty slut, fucker.”

    “Can’t help it. You bring out the slut in me.”

    “Your tight muscle-butt is making me want to shoot, bro.”

    “Do it, babe. Shoot inside me.”

    “Here is comes, fucker. UGHHHHHH!”

    “Fuck yeah, babe. Fucking gusher! Messing in my ass, dude!”

    “Holy shit! So fucking good. You wanna blow on me?”

    “Nah, I’m good. It’s enough to see you get off inside me. It’s better than cumming sometimes. Besides, I want to cum missionary.”

    “Why is it so much better cumming in you than in her, bro?”

    “Because. I can’t get pregnant.”

    “We can try, sexy motherfucker. We got all day.”

    “Coffee, now. Breed, later.”

    “Deal.”


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