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  • Hellenic Electrical

    After several months in my gift shop, the one thing that always irked me was the substandard lighting in the store. As my business began to flourish, I promised myself that I would eventually address this issue.

    This is the story of how that happened:

    One night at the bar I always frequented, as I was bemoaning the lighting issue, a man sitting near me told me about a guy who, according to him, was the ideal person to do the job. Naturally, I got the details from him and phoned Chris, the man he had recommended, the following morning.

    When Chris arrived a day later, he handed over his business card after introducing himself as Chris. The name on the card was Christos Anastas. Of course, I instantly realized that was a name of Greek origin and insisted on using his proper name.

    Christos was one of the most extraordinary men I had met in a very long while. He was thickset and had the most expressive huge brown eyes I had ever seen. Added to that, his eyes were surrounded by thick black eyelashes, which almost seemed unnaturally abundant.

    Christos was also extremely hairy. Apart from an epic moustache, his face was covered with thick dark stubble. His broad hands had clumps of dark hair on his knuckles and the bald dome of his head was surrounded by an ample laurel of short black hair. I was instantly turned on by him and had a hard time remaining calm. The hair sprouting from his chest in the open v of his unbuttoned polo shirt and his hairy legs visible from below his jean shorts gave him an almost simian quality. I couldn’t help myself from fantasizing about what he looked like totally naked. In addition, being a lover of sweaty guys, the large damp patches under his arms almost had me salivating.

    As we discussed my lighting requirements I got the distinct impression that he knew what he was talking about. Christos then promised to visit me late the following day, to show me how effective one of the clusters of spotlights that he had in mind would actually be. Without hesitation, I accepted his offer.

    Late the following day, after arriving, when he installed the first of these clusters and I instantly knew that it was going to be perfect. Christos then sat opposite me as I watched his thick hairy hands writing out my quote. Unbeknownst to him, I was prepared to pay him any price that he was going to quote. Fortunately, however, it was less than I expected.

    After I had paid my fifty percent deposit, Christos told me that he could do the work two days hence and as he worked on his own, the job would take a day and a half.

    That night my mind went into a spin fantasizing about the stud that was about to do my lighting and I almost dismembered myself with excitement, as I tugged on my dick.

    As I mostly had lunch in my apartment upstairs in the building at lunchtime, I decided to pull out the stops and make lunch for us on the first day of Christos’ assignment. I had therefore prepared moussaka the night before, which was no problem for me as it was a favourite dish of mine.

    After he arrived to do the job I assisted him as much as I could.

    When we went upstairs for lunch, Christos was very complimentary about my apartment. I could also clearly tell that the homoerotic art in my apartment garnered his interest.

    During lunch, Christos told me that his parents were both second-generation Greek American’s and that his grandparents had emigrated to America sixty years before. Although he did speak Greek, he admitted that he wasn’t as fluent as his grandmother believed he should be. Christos was in his late twenties, married, and had a son and a daughter.

    Not long after relating his history, the inevitable question I had been awaiting, was finally asked.

    “Are you gay?”

    I then gave a history of my failed marriage to Pierre and how I came to own the shop. With a smile, Christos then told me that in Greek, gay guys are referred to as; Poustis Mallorca’s.

    Unable to resist, I joked about the well-documented Greek history of lenience towards homosexuality.

    “We are no longer the famous warriors we were over two thousand years ago, so the gay Greek thing is merely a myth,” he stated with a smile, but quickly added, “I’m not saying, however, that you don’t get Greek guys that indulge in homosexual activities.”

    Although I was somewhat disheartened by his reply, once we returned downstairs to resume our work, there was a marked difference in his attitude toward me and I often caught him staring at me.

    At the end of the first day, the new lighting was really taking shape and I could already see an unbelievable improvement.

    When I asked Christos if he wanted to join me for a beer before leaving, he accepted the invitation and immediately phoned his wife to tell her he would be late.

    Upstairs, as we sat in the lounge he said, “I am envious of you gay guys because you men can go at it at the drop of a hat. For us straight married guys, having sex is always an ordeal.”

    “What do you mean?” I innocently asked.

    “Well, as you have seen I am very hairy and if I wanted to keep my face clean and free of this stubble,” he indicated by rubbing his chin, “Then I would literally have to shave morning and night.”

    After a sip of his beer, he continued, “So, if I want sex at night, then after dinner I need to send a signal to my wife by having a shower and shaving my face. Although this often works, it is still not a guarantee that we will fuck that night. In addition, I am quite a sweaty guy and so when I am on the job, if I get too clammy she starts to whine. As you can imagine, that’s a real passion killer.”

    “Wow, that’s terrible,” I answered in commiseration.

    Christos simply shrugged in acceptance of my reply.

    “How do you feel about sweatiness?” he then asked.

    Going for broke, I replied, “I like hot sweaty sex, and hairiness doesn’t worry me at all.”

    As Christos smiled at my reply, he then chuckled before concluding, “Worst of all, my wife has never given me a blowjob.”

    “That’s a specialty of mine,” I quickly countered.

    Christos’ face was now alive with interest as he asked, “Are you also into anal?”

    “That’s my absolute best and the rougher the better,” I answered with a horny grin.

    Christos was now literally hyperventilation with lust. As he stood up he began unzipping his jeans.

    “So, Poustis, do you want to show me what you’ve got,” he asked.

    Having come this far, I impishly decided to take control of the situation, determined to get the full benefit of our encounter.

    “I will, on one condition,” I answered.

    With an apprehensive look on his face, he asked, “What is the condition?”

    “I want to see you fully naked,” I replied.

    With a chuckle, Christos then sat down and removed his boots and socks. As I had hoped, his broad feet were glorious. He then removed his shirt before pushing his jeans and underpants down.

    The vision before me was spectacular. And I even had the cheek to ask him to turn his body around so I could get a really good look at him. Christos had a thick meaty cock, just as I imagined it would be.

    After I got up off my chair I also swiftly removed all my clothes, before moving toward him.

    “Now I want you to lift your arms and put your hands behind your head,” I cheekily demanded.

    “Why?” he asked with a confused frown.

    “Because I want to show you what I think of your sweaty armpits,” I hornily countered.

    After he did what I asked I moved in and nestled my face in his left pit before ardently licking it.

    “Jesus, oh, god, Fuck yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Christos instantly began to intone.

    “Mmmm, it tastes fuckin’ awesome,” I informed him.

    En-route to the second pit, my mouth delayed on his chest as my teeth nibbled on both of his nipples. As I did so, Christos’ trembling body began to shudder with excitement. After finally dispensing with the other armpit, my head moved downward as my tongue licked his hairy torso before encompassing his knob. At this point, Christos was shaking so animatedly, that I was afraid he was about to fall over. Clamping onto my head, however, he steadied himself before solidly face-fucking me.

    Christos frequently stopped, not wanting to cum too quickly, but ultimately lifted me up and after placing me over the back of my couch, began hammering my arse vigorously. Thankfully, I didn’t mind because I was well-used to Bull, my other lover in the town who always ‘abused’ my manhole when he fucked me.

    “Do you like this Mallorca?” he barked.

    “Fuck, yes, go for it.” I pleaded.

    With my sofa moving forward with Christos’ animated momentum, my hole got a severe hammering before he unloaded. It was fuckin’ brilliant.

    As he was leaving later, he said, “Well, at least I won’t have to shave tonight.”

    The following day, Christos finished the job by noon and my shop lighting was magnificent. After paying him in full we went upstairs for the sandwiches I had prepared for lunch. That afternoon, with time to kill, we had a very prolonged session in my bedroom. The sex was incredible.

    Christos was very forthright before departing, inquiring if he could pop in at lunchtime in the future for a quickie. Naturally, I was very accommodating by answering in the affirmative.

    Thereafter, I often saw Christos and it was always fantastic when he visited.

    After he left, I took a long shower thinking about Bull. Being a Friday evening, I was excited about his arrival a little later.


    Authors Note:

    I formerly wrote three stories situated in the same place and about the same protagonist, who has sex with three different men. These stories do not have to be read sequentially because each story deals with a completely unique sexual partner. Should you, however, be interested, the other three stories are: Salad Dressing, Bull, and The Delivery Guy.

    I simply couldn’t resist adding a fourth story to that trilogy.


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  • Benefits of Working from Home

    On Monday morning I received a message from my old fuck buddy Alex telling me that the local pool has been shut down as part of the Corona measures.

    To be honest, I was surprised they stayed open as long as they did.

    I saw on the news last weekend some of the tourist beaches, like Bondi were shut down, but that hasn’t happened here and I don’t think that would happen here at my sleepy little town…. but who knows what next week will bring.

    In Alex’s message on Monday, he suggested that whatever my pool routine was, I should just keep that schedule and go over to his and Adam’s place and work on my strokes…. replace my pool exercising with some sexercising. They are both working from home because of the Corona.

    I’m pretty sure that was a threesome invitation.

    I replied that I usually go to the pool at either 10am or 2pm. Those are good times because schools are still in and most people are at work so it is quiet and it is a good time of day to work on my speedo tan.

    Alex replied that he and Adam would expect me at 10.

    It was right on 10am and I was walking up to Adam and Alex’s door. I knocked, it was unlocked (as usual) and I walked in. I yelled out a hello and the guys told me to come in. At the door I stripped down to my red speedos (the ones that Paul the Politician gave me, you can read about that on my blog). They were the speedos I would have worn to the pool had it been open.

    Just stripping down to my little red speedo was getting me excited about what was about to happen.

    Feeling pretty close to naked, I walked up stairs to the living area and I was taken aback. Adam and Alex had setup their kitchen table as a full on office with proper office chairs, 5 big monitors in total and it looked great (they both have office jobs). In the spirit of working from a home office, Alex and Adam were both wearing full business suits. I felt a little under dressed in my red speedo.

    After a brief greeting Adam asked where my goggles were? He said that this is replacing my swimming routine so I should do it properly.

    I didn’t bring my swimming goggles.

    They must have expected my response, from across the room, Adam threw me a pair of goggles and a swimming cap. I don’t usually wear a swimming cap (my hair is cut pretty short) but I put it on and the goggles. I felt a little bit silly but I was getting horny standing there in front of the two of them.

    Alex stood up and started undoing his trousers. He undid his belt, the button, slid the zipper down and then pushed them down. Standing back up, he revealed a pair of black speedo brand speedos. In those black speedos was a rock hard cock that was fully erect.

    He sat back down in his office chair and I knew exactly what I had to do. I got on my knees, crawled under the kitchen table until my face was in his crotch.

    Alex settled back in his office chair as my tongue started licking his cock through the black lycra of his speedo. It still felt weird wearing swimming goggles and a swimming cap but it didn’t effect my skills. Oral skills. The moans coming from Alex confirmed that. I wasn’t in a rush so kept licking and licking and the lycra was getting wet from my saliva and Alex’s precum.

    I had intended to free Alex’s cock but the idea came to me to let him cum in his speedo.

    When this is done to me, it is a crazy intense orgasm and that was what Alex was about to get. I needed a little more stimulation than just my tongue could accomplish so I moved my right hand up and started rubbing his cock, my left hand was rubbing his balls and my lips and tongue were working his cock head. Alex’s precum soaking through the lycra is a unique taste and it added to my level of horniness.

    As expected, it took a little while and down there below the level of the table with my head in between his legs I couldn’t see much but Alex’s moaning meant that he was enjoying it.

    I felt Alex’s hands on my head and from experience (I’ve had many experiences with Alex) I knew he was getting close. I moved my head back a little and let my hands finish the job. The first sign of his orgasm was his moaning. Then a spasm in his thighs. Followed by the appearance of the white creamy jizz soaking through the black lycra material at the tip of his cock.

    Watching this explosion isn’t like the spectacle of a guy throwing ropes of cum but the appearance of that spreading white patch has its own appeal to me.

    Alex’s orgasm was subsiding but I kept rubbing his balls and his cock. Then I heard from above, and at the other end of the table Adam calling me. It was his turn.

    Leaving Alex, I turned around and on all fours crawled under the table to Adams end. I was greeted with the view of his suit trousers around his ankles and the exact same black speedo that Alex was wearing. Adam’s cock was full hard and stretching the heck out of the black lycra. There was evidence of precum which I confirmed when I started licking the front of his speedo.

    I repeated exactly what I did to Alex. Adam did beg for me to just suck his cock, and while I wanted to, I made him cum with his cock inside his speedo.

    While enjoying the view of the second pair of speedos I had helped fill with cum in ten minutes Adam started kicking me (lightly in a fun way) telling me my sexercise session was over. They had to get back to work.

    I got out from under the table and I was rock solid hard hoping for some relief from these two fuck buddies of mine but that wasn’t what I was going to get.

    Adam stood up, pulled up his suit trousers and tucked his shirt in…. ow that was going to make a mess with his cummy speedo under them. He told me to get out, they had work to do. If I wanted a second sexercise session, I should come back at 2pm and be in the same state as I was right then and there which I assumed meant rock hard in my speedo and wearing the ridiculous swimming goggles and swimming cap.

    Looking over at Alex I got no support from him and he had likewise pulled up his trousers and was sitting there like he was in the middle of a work day.

    I told the guys I’d see them at 2pm….


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  • A fantasy fullfilled Prague

    My name is Kristian and i am 30yrs old my night of passion with my young friend Mike has just taken my breath away and confirmed that Mike definately likes boys .

    i awake to the sun shining and the noise of the shower looking at the space next to me i find it empty low whistling is coming from the bathroom.

    I walk in to find my gorgeous young friend soaping his lithe body under a stream of water ,Hey Mike i call he responds by turning off the shower and running out butt naked and gives me a hug and a kiss.

    Whoa easy i say as i admire his large but well proportioned cock , quick get ready and we have a lot to see.

    i quickly shower and emerge to see Mike combing his blond locks dressed only in a pair of backless briefs , hey i thought you were in a hurry he turns with that angelic face and pert lips cracks a smile and does a piroute what you think ?

    I laugh and tell him i think hes certainly suprised me in the past few hours, mmm i think they will feel good in my tight white jeans and they give easy access.

     20 minutes later hes dressed in a striped t shirt and very tight white jeans and sneakers. 

    i have my tight blue jeans and polo we go down to the breakfast room which is now fairly busy.

    as we enter i notice a group of guys sitting  at one of the tables they are here for a stag party as i heard them checking in last night

    Michael swings past their table delibarately  exagerating his walk swinging his hips i notice one or two who stare and then nudge each other with a snigger.

    When he returns i ask why he did that , oh just wanted to see their faces and get a reaction i am shocked its like a genie has popped out the lamp a new Michael i never knew.

    As we prepare to leave michael leans across and pecks me on the cheek i notice the stag parties reaction and its one of revulsion. In the main they look like builders who work out a lot.

     three are  skinheads wearing england tops  but one guy does look slightly different hes quite nicely dressed and has short cropped hair but not a skinhead.

    We leave and as we get the taxi to town i ask Michael why he had kissed me so openly , oh Kristian  he said we are on holiday never gonna see these people again we can be our true selves.

    At that he places his hand on my crotch and squeezes my cock through my tight jeans.

    i look at my picture of beauty sitting next to me and my anger subsides we enjoy our day shopping sightseeing and enjoy all that Prague has to offer eventually arriving back at the hotel around 2am as we are heading up to our rooms we encounter one of the stag party in the lift its the nicely dressed one .

    in bravado of alcohol i ask him where his friends are oh they have gone to a club he replies oh why did you not go then i ask ? he replies oh not my kinda club its a strip club.

    Mike then says oh we are having a nightcap in our room if you want to join us ? i look amazed but i am more amazed when our new friend agrees , my names Adrian he tells us .

    We arrive at our room and immediately raid the minibar we are having Gin and tonics steve whats your poison i ask , oh thats cool he replies he is suprising me more and more.

    Steve is fairly toned he obviously works out and he doesnt  look bad in his tight ripped black jeans.

    He tells us hes only along with a mate as he only vaguely knows the groom and to be frank hes a bit embarrased by them and the way their behaving.

    i noticed that Mike is paying a lot of attention to Adrian and he catches me a glance and winks oh no whats he up to.

    After a few drinks Adrian is more relaxed and Mike comes over to me and kisses me long and hard on the lips after he lets go i look to see what reaction Adrian has had to this , iam sure that Mike did it to judge. 

    Adrian says oh if you guys want to be alone i will go , Mike goes across to him and gently kisses him on the lips , dont go stay he says and then proceeds to strip he gets down to his backless briefs and then walks over to Adrian who i have to say seems to be a bit aroused by the look of the bulge in his jeans.

    Mike runs his hands down Adrians jeans to his bulge and then puts Adrians hand on his packet in the front of his briefs which by now is also showing to have grown stay he says to Adrian as he kisses him again.

    Adrian responds by kissing Mike back i am watching this unfold and a mixture of jealousy and arousal overcomes me . 

    Mike has unbuttoned Adrians jeans fallen to his knees and now has Adrians cock in his mouth he starts to blow Adrian beckoning me over.

    i obey walking over to the pair kiss him Mike instructs i begin to kiss Adrian who is not unwilling and i find his tongue responding to me and filling my mouth OMG 

    Mike is wanking Adrian as well as blowing him and Adrian now appears lost in pleasure,

    Then Mike announces i want you to fuck me Adrian and i want Kristian to watch you do it,

    He Removes Adrians Jeans and pants and then he lies in the doggy position on the bed arse in the air showing his cute hole in the open back brief.

     , Lick me out Kristian he commands and like a servant i obey i strip myself to my boxers and then begin to rim him spitting into his hole and working my tongue back and forth.

    He has Adrian kneel in front of him and begins to suck on his cock oh yes he whimpers get that tongue in deep i lick his little hole with all my might preparing him for a stranger am i mad but i am spellbound by my little friend and follow instructions.

    Then he tells Adrian to fuck him , Kristain fit him with a condom from my bag like a good little boy i obey and fetch condom and lube from his bag, i tear it open and roll it over Adrians now rigid cock , he looks bigger than me and i apply lube Adrian gives me a kiss and then pushes his cock into Mikes awaiting hole .

    Oh Yes Mike exclaims thats it deeper deeper Adrian starts to fuck Mike and my cock is now rigid i find it strangely erotic Oh yes Mike calls out Fuck Me i begin to wank my cock as i watch my beloved fucked in front of me.

    Adrian is pounding in and out of Mike like a jack hammer obeying Mikes commands to fuck him harder i Then Mike tells me to come in front of him i obey and he seizes my cock in his mouth and starts to suck me moaning all the time , i am  now in front of Adrian and can see the perspiration on his brow and the glazed look on his eyes hes enjoying this fuck He calls out to Mike telling him he has the tightest hole as he pounds away my cock is half way down Mikes throat and he looks up at me and smiles .

    i am about to come and signal him he sucks on and as i eject my seed it spurts into his throat and he slurps it down at that point Adrian pulls out and rips his condom off and announces hes going to cum Mike spins round and sticks out his tongue OMG i realise hes gong to  swallow Adrians  load.

    Adrian Shoots gasping as he does so and Mike begins to eat it up ending up with Adrians Cock in his mouth as he licks it clean.

    Adrian orgasms again and more come shoots into Mikes willing mouth he slurps it down then falls on his back and removes his briefs.,Now suck me Adrian who dutifully begins to suck and wank Mikes cock.

    Kristian i want you to suck my nipples he commands and like a sub i begin to encircle his pert nipples with my tongue, Mike begins to moan oh yes that’s it suck me harder  he orders Adrian.  

    I can tell that Adrian has done this before as he wanks and sucks on Mikes engorged cock , finger me Kristian Mike Commands i give him two fingers and he licks them i then work my way down and insert them into his hole working back and forth as Adrian sucks after a short  while Mike Glazes over and announces hes about to come and asks me to take over from Adrian and finish him.

    Adrian moves over to Mikes Nipples as i swallow his cock and begin to suck and wank Mike gasps and starts to recoil as cum erupts into my mouth and i begin to swallow it down it  as mike continues to orgasm shooting stream after stream of cum into my mouth.

     He Screams as the last threads of cum erupt from his cock and land on his belly and blond pubes , 

    He looks down and orders Adrian to lick it up which to my suprise he does finally kissing him on the lips .

    to be continued

  • Paddington

    I was about to head back to school from a day in London. I did have a few minutes though before the train headed off, so I slipped into the men’s room. I was always at least curious, and probably way more lucky than it seems like plenty of others have been.

    There was an older white man there, who looked at me and smiled, almost as soon as I lined up to the urinal. He was attractive enough, but then he backed up and took my breath away. I didn’t quite believe my eyes, and knew I needed to head off since it was getting late, so I looked one more time and headed out. The man’s dick looked like it was two hand length’s long, soft.

    I left, then paused. Damn. Can the man’s dick really be that big? I looked at the train schedule, saw that I’d have to wait almost another hour, but still circled back around to at least take another look, as all sorts of crazy thoughts kept going through my mind. How big must he be hard? The dude must be a top, no? How would he ever get that thing in someone, in any hole?

    And I headed back in, now clearly sending a message that I was interested. I passed him on the steps as I headed in and he headed out, although he was clearly interested enough to look carefully at me, and smile again. He was a bit more outwardly gay than I was typically interested in, clearly not that concerned what others might think about him. That kind of confidence strangely attracted me as well, since I was out to no one, seldom engaged in any serious gay activities, often worried when I did, no matter how hard it was for me not to think about men, about as often as I could.

    He slowed his walk, as if he might head back into the restroom. I was flustered, and headed out before I even entered. We circled back and forth outside the door, in retrospect pretty damn strangely, since we were the only two people around. He kept smiling. I couldn’t really figure out what to do. He was like a spider drawing me into his web. And I was becoming more and more willing prey.

    He slowly walked away, but he kept looking back at me. I thought of the train schedule, thought of how there were only a couple of trains left before I’d end up stranded in the city that night, and then thought of that huge dick.

    Fuck. I followed him. He stayed about 20 feet ahead of me. Who knew where he was headed? And with every step I cared less and less. He continued to walk slowly, taking me to the other end of the train station, then down a track, then out of the station.

    Once we were on the street he let me close in on him, but he seemed to sense my trepidation even more than I did. The distance between us closed to less than 10 feet. He kept walking, looking back, and smiling. With every step I committed myself more and more to seeing where this was going.

    The street was dark. No one was around. I was both from out of town and a foreigner. I wondered where this might lead. I wondered whether my eyes has mislead me. I lived alone in a foreign country as a grad student. It was Saturday night. I wasn’t much of a night owl. But damn. How big was that dick? And I kept telling myself I could always hightail it back to the station if I really needed to.

    I was almost liking his smile by the time we arrived at what seemed to be his basement apartment. We couldn’t have walked more than 10 minutes. My heart was still pounding. I had never done anything like this before.

    He said hi as he opened the door for me. Voice unsurprisingly a bit too gay for me, although I was increasingly liking his smile. I continued to worry about time. I knew there was one more train, but after that I would be stuck in the city until something like 5 in the morning, or maybe a bit later since it would be Sunday.

    He had a studio apartment. He hugged me, standing close to his bed. I really wasn’t into kissing much. I kept wondering about his dick.

    And then he sat down on his bed and started feeling me over.

    This was not what I had been thinking of at all. But he was good with his hands, and had me hard way before I could reorient my mind to what was happening. I remained too flustered to react, other than just to let him undo my pants, and continue feeling me over as I got harder and harder.

    When I got hard, I was probably around 8″. If I was really excited, I might get to 8.5″. It seemed like it was long enough and thick enough to almost gag a guy, so I could be easily enough flattered, although I was seldom courageous enough to just let things go.

    This guy didn’t really leave me that option. He only commented on how attractive he thought I looked, and how innocent, as he opened his mouth and started sucking on me.

    Shit. His mouth was amazing, and he deepthroated me all the way to my pubes almost without any effort. Then he sucked on my balls, maybe the first time ever for me. And the length of his dick went further and further from my mind, although it was clear he was pumping it while he sucked on me.

    He was amazing. Had I ever been with this old of a guy before? I was sure I had never been with one who was so gay-acting. And yet he controlled me entirely, as way sooner than usual I could tell I was about to cum.

    He seemed to know even before I did. I had never been with a guy so prepared before. I shot. He swallowed. The way he swallowed made me want to shoot way more. And there I went again. And he met it again, and did the same thing again. I felt like I had shot 4 or 5 times. I wasn’t sure I had ever shot more than 2 or 3 times before in one round.

    He was not giving up at all. Fuck. Was I cumming a second time? I shot more. He swallowed it even more aggressively. What a crazy feeling. Almost like I was admitting out loud how gay I was. I shot another 4 or 5 times. I was panting. He was milking me like I was his damn cow. He even pulled his mouth off so I could see the last shot go onto his tongue.

    I was never going to make the train. And I hadn’t even seen his dick yet. He had caught me, as he drained every last drop of cum out of me. Then he looked up: “I’m tempted to bet you’re a virgin.”

    How could he know that? As his right hand started rubbing my ass. Was I trapped? How would I ever make my train? Where was this going?

    And then he ever so gently turned me around and kissed my ass.

    My dick went hard, again, as his left hand continued holding it. He was even better at rimming, as his tongue licked my hole.

    And then he inserted it. I had no control of anything. I still hadn’t even seen his dick. And now he started doing the same thing to my ass that he had done to my dick, which almost felt like it could cum even a third time.

    I grabbed the bed and surrendered. He kissed, licked, sucked. And then out of nowhere he told me to relax, and stop worrying about a train. Fuck. He even knew that?

    He worked my clothes the rest of the way off, and then calmed me down. I was sure I had missed the last train anyway, as he pulled out his phone: “Jose?”

    “You home? You want to share a cherry with me? Andre’s there? Bring him.”

    And I still hadn’t seen the damn dude’s dick…


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  • Dad’s Secret

    READERS PLEASE NOTE:  This story contains action some might find offensive.  It contains water sports, extreme piss play, as well as extreme anal action.  If this offends you, my apologies., but you have been forewarned.


    During the summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school, I turned seventeen.  During that summer, I discovered I was more turned on by other males that by females. It all started with my closest bud, Mike.

    It was about a week before we started our junior year of high school when Mike and I were walking home after football practice.  Mike lived three doors down from me and we were walking home and had just turned down the service alley behind our homes when he noticed old man Jensen tossing out some trash and looking around.

    “Let’s give him time to get back inside then check out what he tossed.  A few weeks ago he tossed some hot porn magazines.”

    “No shit?” I asked.  “Do you still have them?”

    “Yea, I hid them in our garage.”

    Once we knew Mr. Jensen was back in his house, we eased up to his trash and began looking through it, finding a grocery bag with several magazines in it.  We shoved the grocery bag into my backpack, and headed on our way. 

    In my family, it was just my dad and I, as my mother had waked out on us when I was six.  Dad was still at work for a several more hours so we headed for my room to check out our find.

    The first magazine we pulled out contained mostly pictures of two men and one woman having sex. It started out with her sucking the men and then eating her cunt .  Then, as one guy was fucking her, she sucked the other one.

    Both Mike and I were having to adjust our hard cocks in our pants when he suggested we jerk off.  I agreed and soon we were both totally naked, slowly pleasuring ourselves as we looked at more pictures.

    Then, as we turned the page we saw a picture we weren’t expecting.  The two men were sucking each other as the woman used a life like rubber cock in her pussy. There were several pictures of the men sucking each others cocks and jerking on each other.

    Before we realized what happened, I had Mike’s cock in my hand and he had mine in his hand.  Then we saw another picture where the two men were again sucking each other but in this picture they both had the others cum on their face.  

    Moments later we both climaxed and had our cum all over each other. Mike got some rags and we cleaned ourselves off and once we were dressed, Mike looked at me and asked, “Did you enjoy that as much as I did?”

    “Yea, I did, but let’s keep it our secret,” I said, and he agreed.

    We decided to check out the other magazines the next day which was a Saturday.  We agreed to meet out in a field with thick  tall shrubs where we wouldn’t be seen.

    We met the next morning and headed out to the field and quickly disappeared in the thick underbrush. Finding a clearing,  I spread out a blanket while he pulled the other magazines out of his back pack.

    All four of the remaining magazines were strictly of men some kissing, some sucking, and some fucking each other in the ass.

    As we looked through the magazine showing mostly the men sucking each other, Mike asked if I wanted to try it. I said I would if he did also.  We both stripped and took turns sucking on each others cocks.  Then, we lay on the blanket and began sucking each other like the men in the pictures did.

    I didn’t know about Mike, but for some reason I was enjoying it, not only sucking his cock but getting sucked also.  Then, in an flash and totally unexpected, we both climaxed into the others mouth and without thinking, we both swallowed.

    That was the beginning for the both of us. Every chance we got we were sucking each others cocks and eating each others cum as well as kissing and making out.  Then, after seeing other magazines Mr. Jensen threw out, we decided to try what they were doing and ended up fucking each other.

    Mike and I had sex almost daily throughout the rest of high school, and in our senior year, we started having sex with the football coach and basketball coach after catching them having sex in the gym after classes.  

    We gave them an ultimatum. Either we got to join in or we went to the principal to report what we had seen. They let us join in and later admitted that they were glad we had joined them. Both men were in their early thirties and well endowed.  Coach Sims, the football coach was married but his wife traveled a lot with her job, and Coach Miller was divorced.

    Mike and I  would meet them several times a week after classes, and almost every Saturday at Coach Miller’s house.  They got extremely turned on having sex with what they referred to as ‘hot teens’.

    Being married, Coach Sims wasn’t as active sexually with us as Coach Miller was.  Coach Miller wanted it daily and on weekends we often had at least three encounters with him on Saturdays.

    His favorite was having one of us fucking his ass while he sucked a cum load out of the other.  The more sex he got, the more he wanted.

    Then, one Saturday afternoon when he was alternating between our cocks, asked if we had ever been to toe old Clayton Park at night.  We said we hadn’t because it was closed and boarded up.

    “Yes, the roads are closed off but the old restroom has had the boards  covering the door removed and is extremely active most nights, primarily by a group of gay bikers. They do it all, and I do mean all. They are heavy into oral, anal, and water sports, bot giving and receiving.”

    “What all have you seen them do?” Mike asked.

    “Like I said, they do it all.  I’ve seen then give piss enemas, hose each other down, suck, eat cum, fuck, jerk each other off while kissing.  Some even get fist fucked,” he told us.

    I was intrigued, especially because my dad was a member of  a motorcycle club, but I was sure that he and all the members of his club were totally straight.

    Mike and I discussed how we could manage to get out to be part of the action. Then, one Thursday dad’s boss stopped by the house and said that he needed dad to attend an important meeting as the company representative.  Dad would be gone both Friday and Saturday night.  I assured him I would be okay and asked if  I could get Mike to come over and stay with me,. He said that would be perfect.

    I now had my chance to see the action in the park, and knew that Mike would love it also.  The question was, would Coach Miller be willing to take us there.  I stopped by his place after school on Friday and had asked him to take us there and he said he would on one condition.  When I asked what it was, he smiled and said, “I want one on one sex with you without Mike being here.  Just you and I enjoying each other.”

    I immediately agreed, since I had never had one on one sex with an adult and wanted it desperately.  I called Mike and made an excuse about him not spending the night with me that night.  He reluctantly agreed and said he would be over Saturday about noon.

    When I told Coach Miller I would be free to join him later that night he smiled and said, “When we are alone, call me Jim.” We kissed passionately before I left and I was truly looking forward to having sex with just him.

    I hurried home and arrived just as dad finished packing for the trip. We tossed his bag in the car and I drove him to the airport and bed him farewell.  Instead of going back home, I headed straight to Jim’s place, calling him to let him know I was on my way.

    “How late can you stay?” he asked. 

    “All night if you want me to,” I replied.

    “Fuck yea.  I was hoping you could.  When you get here, the door will be unlocked. Just walk on in and lock it behind you.  Then see how fast you can get out of your clothes.”

    Since I never wore underwear, I knew I could be totally nude in about thirty seconds if not faster.  I arrived and from the time I closed the door I was naked standing in his bedroom doorway in twenty seconds.

    “You’re faster than I thought you were and I love it,” he said with a smile, dropping to his knees and swallowing my slowly rising cock. I let him suck me for a few minutes then stopped him and had him stand.  As he did, I grasp his head and began tongue fucking him mouth, offering my spit and accepting his.

    I knew Jim liked weird and nasty sex and decided that this was my best chance to experience it. Numerous times he had whispered in my ear when Mike was with me or Coach Sims was there that he wanted me to piss on him and into his mouth.

    “You still want to drink from the fountain?” I asked.

    “Oh fuck yea!” he exclaimed.  “First I want it all over me, then later I want it down my throat.”

    “Well, if you’re ready for a golden shower, I’m ready to give you one.”

    “Fuck yea! Help me spread this plastic over the bed,” he said as he pick up a large clear plastic drop cloth that completely covered the bed and hung over the sides.

    Once it was spread out, he lay in the middle and said, “Stand over me and let it the flow begin.  Spray it all over me.”

    I stood on the bed and as the flow began I aimed it onto his cock then stomach then chest, working my way up to his open mouth. As the piss filled his mouth he quickly closed his lips and swallowed, moaning is pleasure.

    Once I was done, I told him I wanted to see what it was like but since it was my first time to go slow. He agreed and repeated what I had done to him.  However he kept the flow no higher than my neck.  I wanted to taste it so I opened my mouth and motioned for him to aim there.

    He did and to my shocked surprise, it wasn’t near and bad as I thought it would be. It was very warm and more tart that anything. I drank what he fed me before he began spraying it over my naked body.

    Once he was finished, he lay next to me and we kissed before I moved between his spread legs, sucked up some piss into my mouth, then kissed him and shared it.  As I did, he moaned in pleasure. 

    While still laying in the piss puddle, we had a long, slow, and erotic  sixty-nine, devouring each others load.   After a while of cuddling and kissing, I fucked him then he fucked me before going to sleep.

    Saturday morning, Mike called me all pissed off, saying that he had relatives passing through and wouldn’t be able to stay the night with me.  I told him it was cool, not knowing how he would take to the piss play that Jim said went on in the park restroom.

    I called Jim and informed him that Mike wouldn’t be joining us and he said after his experiences with me the previous night he wanted me to join him in being used.  I said I was looking forward to it.  I agreed to meet him at his place at dark for some play before heading to the park.

    We parked in the parking lot of a nearby truck stop and as we walked through the brush to the park Jim said that at times some truckers walk over and join in.

    As we neared the abandoned restroom, we noticed six or eight bikes parked in some brush.  Laying across the seats were leather panes and chaps worn by the bikers. Jim whispered to me that it meant that most of the bikers there were totally, or almost totally, naked in the restroom.

    We had both worn old torn jeans with the crotch sliced open, allowing easy access to what was inside. We each had on a tee shirt which I was told wouldn’t stay dry for long or be in one piece when we left.

    The light inside was very dim and I saw a couple of bikers that looked vaguely familiar but I could be sure.  I heard one say “Ah, some fresh young meat.”  Another that was getting fucked spoke up and asked “Where? I want some young hot piss.”

    Jim had told me that there was little conversation and that if you saw something you wanted you just went after it.  I had spotted an extremely muscular biker wearing only an open leather vest revealing an extremely hairy chest. 

    I stepped up to him and immediately began grasping his cock as I sucked one then the other nipple. He stopped me and kissed me, rubbing his thick full beard all over my face and chest.  Seconds later after our hot wet kiss, I had his thick long cock buried in my throat, warm tangy piss flowing into me.

    He pulled me to a standing position and said softly, “I want to fuck you.”

    “I was hoping you would,” I replied. 

    Le led me over to the counter where the sinks had been and sat me up on it.  As I lay back, I felt his tongue drill into my hole wetting it nicely.  Seconds later his cock began entry and didn’t stop until he was in me balls deep.

    “Mother fuck, that feels great,” I said softly into his ear.   ‘It does to me also,” he replied. “Just how old are you?”

    “I’m legal. I’m almost eighteen,” I replied.

    “Well, that’s the best ass I’ve had in a long time.”

    “Well, I just hope you give me a big thick load  to enjoy.”

    “Would you like me to suck it out and feed it to you?” he asked.

    “Oh, man, would I ever,” I told him.

    After  while he climaxed and immediately buried his face in my ass and sucked his huge cum load out then kissed me ad fed it to me.

    After feeding me his load, he said, “I want to drink from your hose later, and, by the way, some people call me ‘Duke’.”

    “When I need to go, I’ll let you know, Duke.”

    Over the next hour or so I had two other bikers fuck me and sucked off a few and was their urinal.  Later, I found the first biker I was with and asked if he still wanted to drain me.  He said he did, and dropped to his knees. I let the flow begin and as he began swallowing I said, “Save some and feed it back to me.”

    He did and we had a hot piss kiss.  Later, Jim got me aside and said that the bikers had told him that I was some of the hottest cock they had been with in a long time and to bring me back often.

    After fucking a couple I noticed other bikers coming over and sucking my cum loads out of the ass I had just fucked.  I was quickly seeing what Jim had said about it being raunchy sex.

    Before leaving I had made sure I got two piss loads out of Duke and one nice cum load.  As we drove back to Jim’s place, he asked what I thought of the night.

    “It was awesome.  I know that when ever I have a chance I’ll be back.”

    Smiling, he said, “Three weeks ago I had nine bikers and three truckers all fuck my ass one after the other.  I was in heaven since someone would usually suck the load out and feed it to me.”

    “I watched that tonight and it was so hot,” I replied.  “I also see why you have these clear plastic seat covers on your seats, since our clothes are dripping wet.”

    “Mark, was that really your first time doing something like that? “ he asked.

    “Oh, yes,” I replied, “but it damn sure isn’t going to be my last. Now anytime I see a biker in town, I’m going to wonder if they were part of the group.”

    Laughing, he said, “I know what you mean.  I do the same thing.”

    Several bikers soon roared past us as if they were coming from the park also and we laughed when he said, “Next trip, studs.”

    “What did you find to be your hottest experience?” Jim asked.

    “Well, it would be a toss up between having those five guys all hosing me down at the same time or when I fist fucked two of the bikers at the same time.  I couldn’t believe I went up them both to my elbow.”

    “I hope you understand why I wanted just you to come this time.  With both you and Mike to look after would have been just too much.  Now that you know  what to expect, I’ll just have him to look after next time.”

    “I totally understand and appreciate your concern,” I told him before leaning over and kissing him.

    Upon returning to his place, instead of having more wild hot sex, we made quiet passionate love, and it was awesome.

    Sunday, Mike came over after lunch and had me fill him in on what transpired and he couldn’t believe what all I told him. He repeatedly said how he couldn’t wait to go and see for himself.

    Dad arrived home Sunday afternoon late and just moments after Mike and I had finished a hot sixty-nine.  

    After tossing his bags onto his bed, he began undressing as I asked how his trip went.  He began telling me  about some of the meetings as he continued getting ready for a shower. Then, he asked if I would do him a favor and get him a beer from the fridge.

    I said sure, and hurried from the room, desperately trying to hide my on stiffening cock.  If I started casually being nude in front of him, I wondered how it would affect us both.

    I adjusted my boner in my jeans and grabbed his beer and returned to the bedroom. He had wrapped a towel around his waist but you could definitely see where his cock was pressing outward against it.

    My dad was approaching thirty-nine but looked more like he was in his late twenties or early thirties. He had dark brown hair covering not only his head but his chest arms legs and ass as well as some on his back and for some reason it turned me on big time.

    He stood close to six-three and weighed in at a solid muscular two hundred pounds, and his cock appeared to be close to seven or seven and a half inches in length with a large head. To sum it up, he was a hot muscular good looking well hung stud.

    While he showered, I went to my room and jerked out a huge thick creamy load of cum while picturing my dad‘s cock in my mind.  After his shower, I heard him on the phone and a moment later, he came out of his room and said, “Son, the guys in the club have a ride scheduled for tonight and want me to join them.  I know I’ve been gone for a couple of days, but I really would like to join them.  Do you mind?”

    Immediately, I said, “No dad, you go ahead with your friends. I don’t mind at all.”  

    I said this all while thinking that with him gone until the wee hours of the morning, I would have time to go to the park.  I knew every cock I sucked, I would imagine that it was my own dad.  I couldn’t wait to have a cock in my mouth, whoever it belonged to.

     

    I arrived and parked and made the short hike to the old restroom.  I wore shorts and tee shirt only and quickly removed them upon entry and placed them with the other clothes that had been removed.

    I quickly found a hard cock in need of a mouth and dropped and began sucking it.  Soon I was fed an awesome load and moved on to cock number two.   After draining the second cock, I could barely make out one guy sucking a guy standing on a platform while getting fucked by another hot muscular stud.

    I decided to make his day and quickly got on my knees in front of him and swallowed his rock hard cock.  His cock was silky smooth, uncut, and about eight inches in length with a nice mushroom head.

    Moments later, the man in his ass climaxed and pulled out and moved on.  Seconds later the guys he was sucking fed him a load then dropped to his knees and they began kissing.  Seconds later the guy I was sucking climaxed ad fed me an awesome huge thick load.

    After milking it dry, I pulled off and stood up and was face to face with my dad. I nearly shit right there as I looked into my dad’s face, not knowing what to say or what to do.

    Smiling, he said, “I was hoping you would be here tonight.”

    “How did you have any idea that I might show up?” I asked.

    “This morning, Sam called me and told me that he had seen you here last night.  He recognized you and said you gave an awesome blow job.  I purposely made plans to be out tonight, hoping you would be here.”

    “May I ask a question?” I said.

    “Ask anything,” dad replied.

    “Are you upset to find out that I like sex with another male?”

    “Hell, no.  I’ve been wanting to have sex with you for over a year.”

    “Is that why you got naked in front of me earlier today?” I asked.

    Smiling, he said, “Yes, and before you darted out of the room I think I saw it having an effect on you.  Am I right?”

    “Yes, you are,”  I replied with a smile.

    “Oh, by the way, Sam also told me that he knows the man that you came with last night.  How long have you been having sex with Coach Miller?”

    “Can we play now and discuss this all later?” I asked.

    “For a short while, then I want to get you alone in my bed for the rest of the night.  I think I just might have to call in sick tomorrow.”

    He kissed me then took my hand and led me over to where his biker friends had been watching our encounter.  After kissing them all, I sucked several while some fucked dad, then we headed home, dad on his Harley following me in my car.

    Once home, we headed for his bedroom and after quickly stripping, we lay on his bed and made hot passionate love for over an hour before consummating it with a hot, loving sixty-nine.

    The next morning, I noticed that dad was much more caring than in the past.  He wasn’t in such a hurry to leave for work.  Instead, we kissed, fondled each other , and acted like lovers.

    Then came the question I had been expecting.

    “Son, are you and Mike having sex?”

    Looking at him, I smiled and said, “Yes, we are,” I replied. “We have been for right at two years.”

    “Mother fuck!” he exclaimed.  “You did a fucking great job of keeping it hidden.”

    Smiling at him, I said, “So did you, big guy.”

    Then I turned to him and asked, “Dad, can we start inviting the club guys here for sex?  I’d love to see you and them all in action with some decent lighting.”

    “I’ve been wanting to invite them here.  Now I have a reason and don’t need to keep it hidden.”

    Then, with a smile on his face he said, “It’s already set to meet at the park tomorrow night so we can tell them guys then that we will start meeting here.”

    The next evening, I climbed on the back of dad’s motor and rode with him to the park.  We arrived and found a few new guys that we had never seen before, who were loud and obnoxious, and it was obvious they only wanted to be sucked or fuck ass.

    When they spotted me, one called out, “Hey guys, we got us a hot young one here.  Let’s see just how good of a little fag he is.”

    As one of the guys grabbed my arm, Bo, the current club president, stepped in and said, “Don’t touch him.  He’s not some piece of meat you can use at will.”

    “And just who the fuck are you, his daddy?” the leader asked.

    “I’m one of them and unless you think you and your fag buddies and beat the ten of us, then I suggest you let him go and get the fuck out of here and stay out.”

    The guy looked around as the rest of the club members and a few other regulars moved closer, obviously not afraid of a confrontation.

    The man and his buds left quickly and the rest of us enjoyed our evening, enjoying mutual hot sex.

    Dad bought a tract of land outside of town and the club now meets there along with some invited guest, including Mike and my former coaches.  I have taken riding lessons and upon receiving my motorcycle license, dad bought me my own Harley.  I’m now one of the guys, in more ways than one.

  • Ashton, the Eager Escort

    Ashton and I went back up to the room. I had to start getting ready. I trimmed my beard in the bathroom and got changed. I realized I had planned to go to the gym, but things had gone a little differently. But it was in a pretty good way.

    I walked back into the room where I saw Ashton, who was reading the hotel brochure while lying on his stomach on the bed, his big ass jutting up and stretching his jeans.

    “Ooh, a pool and a gym! I am going to be fine in here.”

    I noticed I was jealous. I wanted to go to the gym and the pool with Ashton. And just generally hang out with him. I noticed I was really starting to like him. Then I remembered he was an escort. I was probably just too fast to want to be with someone after Brian. I told myself not to catch feelings for this guy.

    “So, what do you think?”, I said once I was fully dressed.

    Ashton looked back and scanned me up and down. For the morning portion of the day I was just wearing a nice shirt and dress pants. I had put a jacket over it. No tie. The dinner was bound to be more formal.

    “Do I look like I should be meeting a governor?”

    He got up and walked toward me.

    “Wow, you look so hot in this”, he said.

    He touched my chest and my shoulder before fixing my collar.

    “You’re all ready”, he said as he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

    I drove to the Capitol, which was only a few minutes away. I met up with my fellow Board members that were also newly elected. We got a special tour of the Capitol building and we were shaking hands with all sorts of important people. The Governor’s office was in a different building on the grounds, where we walked to next. There we met the other Board members in a conference room. We were all asked to write down the names of our plus one.

    Governor Celia Murphy walked in and shook hands with everyone. She took some time to talk to me and the other newly elected members to get to know us. There were a few issues concerning education she wanted to discuss with the entire board and we were free to bring in topics that we felt needed to be addressed.

    Around lunchtime everyone was back outside. I would see everyone and their partners again for the dinner. I drove back to the hotel and awkwardly found myself waiting for the elevator with Barbara Wahl.

    “Hey”, I said.

    “Hi again”, she said, chuckling nervously.

    “Are you looking forward to the dinner?”, I asked.

    I knew she was on her fourth term and had been to several of these before.

    “Sure, they’re always fun. You get to see a different side to the governor, and well… the other members.”

    She looked at me as we stepped into the elevator.

    “Yeah, I bet you didn’t think my boyfriend would be that cute.”

    I didn’t know where I got the guts from to speak so confidently to this woman in her early 50s, someone almost twice my age, because this boyfriend was completely made up. I guess I wanted to shock her because I know she is the founder of a science camp that is part of an outreach program by the United Methodist Church. Which fired a gay pastor and has banned same-sex marriages. In her long career as an educator, I know there must have been LGBT+ kids in her classrooms and camps that she hasn’t given proper attention to. I knew I was never going to change her views, so all I could do was rub her face in it and make a same-sex relationship look so very normal it would blow her mind. Didn’t matter if it was fake.

    She smiled at me awkwardly.

    “It is nice to meet everyone’s partner, I think. And I like that I can take Frank on these Austin trips once in a while. It’s such a nice city…”

    It was quite clear she was trying to fill the time by speaking.

    “Oh, this is my floor”, she then said, “see you tonight!”

    “Bye!”, I said cheerfully.

    I did not like her.

    When I entered the room, Ashton was again on the bed on his stomach, flipping through the TV channels. This time he was in his underwear.

    “Oh hey, you’re back!”

    He seemed very smiley.

    “How was it?”, he wanted to know.

    “Oh, it was fine. Were you able to entertain yourself?”

    I put my jacket over a chair and turned around to lean on it while I listened to his answer.

    “I got a little bored after working out and doing some swimming. But I knew you would be back around lunchtime.”

    I laughed.

    “Did you miss me?”, I asked, kidding.

    He got up and walked over to me. He looked very hot, just wearing his grey boxerbriefs. His hairy chest was just gorgeous.

    “Absolutely”, he replied.

    His hand ran down from my chest across my abs as he gave me a slow, sensual kiss on the lips. I got an erection instantly.

    “So… what do you wanna do this afternoon?”, he asked.

    “I, uhh…”

    “I could show you my favorite part of Austin… Get some lunch…”

    He continued to stand close to me in a very seductive manner.

    “That sounds… really good.”

    “OK, cool! Let me get dressed!”

    He turned and walked over to his bag, to pick out some clothes.

    Ashton had gotten dressed in a polo and jeans and looked more casual than me, but it didn’t really matter. In the lobby I let him walk ahead of me a little, so I could sneak peeks at his ass while he walked. It was a goddamn treat to watch.

    He had ordered an Uber, because even though it was a 20 minute walk, it was 95 degrees (35 Celsius) and I knew I would get much too sweaty. In the car, Ashton very nonchalantly took my hand as we sat in the backseat. There was starting to be a naturalness about the two of us touching, which I liked. It was proof that Ashton’s method worked. I was more aware than before that this is what he does for a living and any feelings I had towards him I pushed away.

     We had lunch in a cute bar called Halcyon Coffee Bar & Lounge. It was a little hipster-y but cute. Ashton asked more questions about the governor and fellow board members. I told him about how I ran into Barbara Wahl at the elevators again. He laughed as I told the story.

    “OK, I am realizing I am going to want to be quite grabby and touchy feely during this dinner just to piss people off, but that may not be what you’re looking for.”

    I laughed.

    “I totally know what you mean, but I think we should be somewhere in the middle. Like, we should definitely touch each other here and there, maybe a quick peck. But no crotch and butt grabbing just to piss off the Republicans.”

    “Got it.”

    When we finished lunch, Ashton held my hand as we crossed the street. I noticed there was a building with several rainbow flags. Another building had the rainbow colors painted across the top of it.

    “Hey, are we in the gay area of Austin?”

    He looked back at me and laughed.

    “You catch on quick”, he said.

    We entered the building with the rainbow painted on. It was a bar called Rain. It was still quiet, which wasn’t strange in the middle of the afternoon. The cute bartender welcomed us and asked what we wanted to drink.

    “We are meeting the governor for a formal dinner so we would like some Dutch courage. What do you recommend?”

    “Ash! I am not having alcohol a few hours before!”

    “Come on! Let’s take the edge off!”

    “Just the one won’t hurt”, the bartender said.

    “All right then”, I gave in.

    The vodka-soda was actually quite nice.

    Ashton and I chatted some more as we drank our drinks. I noticed he kept looking at me in quite an intense way.

    “What?”

    He smiled and looked down.

    “Nothing. I just think you’re really hot.”

    “You don’t have to keep up the boyfriend character the whole time, it’s just for the dinner. Or did Brian pay you for all of these hours?”

    “I… It’s not… I just think you’re really hot.”

    I laughed.

    I thanked Ashton for taking me out on the town.

    “Usually when I’m here, I don’t really go out exploring much. I’m not that close to the other board members that I would ask to hang out with them. Most of my free time here I’m back at the hotel, answering e-mails or something.”

    “You don’t know anyone in Austin who you can visit?”

    “No.”

    “Well, now you do!”, he said.

    I chuckled.

    “I’ll ask Brian for your rate.”

    He laughed loudly and touched my knee.

    We got back to the hotel and got dressed for the evening. Ashton wanted to take a shower and again didn’t close the bathroom door. I tied my tie while looking in the mirror and I definitely got an eyeful. I was pretty sure he was looking at me as he was taking his time cleaning his cock. He got out of the shower as I put on some cologne.

    “Can I smell that?”, he asked as he was drying off behind me.

    “Sure”, I gave him the little bottle.

    He threw his towel over his shoulder and sprayed some on his wrist. I was convinced his cock looked at least a little fluffed.

    “Oh wow”, he said, “that’s really nice. I will be standing close to you tonight.”

    The flirting kept going. I didn’t mind it, I just knew not to think anything of it.

    I was done before Ashton was, but soon enough he was all dressed up as well. We both wore white shirts, he had a blue suit and mine was grey. He wore a blue bow-tie which I thought looked adorable on him. In fact, I thought we both looked really good as I looked in the elevator mirror. Somehow it magically looked like we had coordinated, but we hadn’t. We made sense together.

    I drove him to the Governor’s Mansion and I was starting to get a little nervous. It was like he had noticed, because he put a hand on my shoulder.

    “We got this”, he said.

    The dinner went great. Some fellow board members kept their distance from me, others gave us extra attention, even explicitly saying how cool it was that there was a gay couple here. My favorite board members just got to know Ashton and treated us like any other couple.

    The governor was very charmed by Ashton, I could tell. She talked to just him for quite a while, something she didn’t do with any other plus one. Celia’s husband, Richard Yu, came up to me and I realized he was much more handsome in person.

    “Can I just say something? I am happy you both felt comfortable coming here today.”

    I was surprised by his comment.

    “W-well, of course.”

    “I mean, I’m aware my wife doesn’t really speak out on LGBT issues. The party isn’t exactly… I just want you to feel welcome here. Because you are.”

    I smiled. I could tell that he meant well. His smile was incredibly sexy.

    “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

    On the drive back, Ashton asked if I was happy with how it went.

    “I am so pleased, it was perfect. Thank you so much!”

    “I am happy to hear that”, he said.

    “Oh, can I drop you off anywhere?”

    “…what?”

    “Or do you have your car at the hotel?”

    “Oh, Josh, this isn’t over!”

    “It’s not?”

    “What if you run into Barbara while checking out? We can’t be seen leaving by ourselves.”

    “Oh. OK. So you’re spending the night again?”

    “Are you all right with that?”

    “Yeah. Sure!”

    Part of me wanted Ashton to leave, the more time I spent with him, the more I liked him. And I knew liking him was a bad idea. Also, I would have liked to unashamedly jack off to the visuals I had gotten of his body. But I guess I could do that later.

    In the hotel elevator, Ashton stood close to me. He put his head on my shoulder.

    “I had a great time with you today and yesterday”, he said.

    “Yeah, it was fun. I am so glad we succeeded. I’ll definitely contact you if I have another one of these and I’m still single.”

    He looked up at me.

    “Cool.”

    When we got to the room, I went to the bathroom. When I got out, Ashton was standing in the middle of the room, naked. I saw his perky butt as he caressed it and looked right at me.

    “Joshua, I lied. Brian didn’t pay me for a second overnight stay. Normally I would have left after the dinner.”

    “Uhmm. OK.”

    Silence.

    “So why are you here?”

    He smiled.

    “Isn’t it obvious?”

    He turned around and his cock was fully erect. It was quite big cock for a short guy, though probably two inches smaller than mine and not as thick.

    “You’re so hot”, he said. “You’re a smart guy. We have fun together. This isn’t professional at all and normally this doesn’t happen to me, but… I couldn’t leave before… I had to try and see if you would want me to stay. For free.”

    I chuckled nervously. I had full on wood in my dress pants and I’m pretty sure Ashton could tell.

    “Are you sure?”, I asked, “I mean, most guys can’t take my dick.”

    “Normally I would say that’s a pretty cocky thing to say, no pun. But I’ve seen yours so I believe you.”

    I smiled.

    “You’re looking at an ass that has had quite some dick. I am more than willing to take on this challenge.”

    We both laughed as I started to undo my tie and I slowly undressed myself. Ashton jerked off and watched me. When I was finally naked, my thick, erect 10 inch dick swayed back and forth as I made my way over to him. His wide eyes were glued to my crotch as he let go of his own cock and put both his hands on mine.

    “Woah…”, he said.

    We made out as he played with my dick with both of his hands. It felt really good. We both were already moaning. He couldn’t resist and dropped to his knees. He tried to take my cock in his mouth and blow me, but he couldn’t make it halfway and just sucked the head, which also felt pretty good.

    “This is so hot”, he mumbled.

    Ashton continued to slobber on my dick, making himself unable to breathe and at times he was even choking. Sweat started to form on his forehead.

    Once he was done servicing my rock hard cock, he got up and bent over the bed.

    “Please help loosen me up”, he said.

    “My pleasure”, I mumbled.

    I held his large, wobbly asscheeks in one hand each and I went to town on his hole. It was a beautiful ass, but clearly also an experienced one. His hole opened up quite quickly. I was having too much of a good time to let go so quickly. My tongue action was making him moan so beautifully.

    “Do I look ready?”, he then asked, gasping for air.

    His whole body was shining with sweat. It was so hot.

    “I think you might be.”

    It was still going to be a gamble, but it did look like we had a good shot.

    “Can I sit on it?”

    “Let’s try”, I said as I slipped on a condom and laid on the bed on my back.

    Ashton stepped over me and slowly lowered his ass onto my dick. I felt the resistance of his hole, still quite tight compared to the thickness of my cock. His expression was one of shock once my head went in. He started breathing fast and heavy.

    “Oh wow… Christ that’s big!”

    He really took his time as he slowly let me enter him.

    “Unnggghhhh…”

    I was loving the feeling. For once my dick didn’t hurt. I felt like I was being sucked vacuum into this perfect booty. I felt like I was in heaven. I moaned.

    Ashton moved up and down in a gradually increasing rhythm.

    “Your dick is perfect!”

    He was absolutely loving it. I had finally found my match! I started thrusting upward so my dick would go deeper inside him. He gasped and looked at me with wide eyes and a smile.

    “Oh my fucking God”, he exclaimed.

    Now I really needed to fuck him. I pulled his arm so he would fall off my dick and onto the bed. I got up, pulled his legs toward me and started giving him the fuck of his life while he was on his back. Sex had never felt this good for me and I was wondering if it had for Ashton. He threw his arms over his head helplessly as he let me have my way with his sweaty body.

    As if out of nowhere, his large dick started dribbling cum.

    “Fuuuuuck… you’re hitting my prostate, keep going!”

    It was such a hot sight, I knew I was about to orgasm myself. I held on a little longer as I saw his body spasm.

    “I’m… I’m going to cum”, I then said as I let my dick pulsate in his hole, shooting my load in the rubber.

    I was exhausted. That was an intense fuck. Despite the AC we were both drenched, because that’s just how hot the sex had been. I dropped forward so I could kiss him. He held me and wrapped his legs around my waist.

    “That was… the hottest ever”, he whispered.

    In bed, he cuddled up to me and quickly fell asleep. As I held him, I realized I didn’t want to say goodbye to Ashton. I wasn’t sure if he had stayed longer just to get fucked by my big dick, or if he was really interested in me for more than that. Because I knew I had found someone who could take my dick and I didn’t really want to let go of that. Then I wondered how one would even date an escort as I slowly fell asleep.

    When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Ashton’s bare ass. He had gotten up and was making me some coffee with the coffeemaker in the room.

    “Good morning”, I said with a raspy voice.

    He turned around and smiled.

    “A good morning indeed”, he answered.

    He brought two hot cups into the bed as he kissed me and handed me one.

    “Thanks so much for last night”, he said, “it was so hot.”

    “It was”, I agreed.

    “Hey, I meant what I said last night. I really like you. You’re so smart and I had so much fun these past days. And the sex was, well, mind-blowing.”

    I chuckled and looked down at my coffee.

    “I… I would like to see you again”, he said.

    “I would really like that too.”

    “Any plans for Labor Day weekend?”

    “Have you ever been to Waco?”

    THE END


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  • Bikers

    JD was not your average gay man and in fact, had few gay friends. JD wasn’t one of those ‘homophobic homosexuals’ who cringed whenever an overtly effeminate guy flapped his wrists about, because he was simply to laidback for that kind of reaction. He did, however, enjoy being a man and all the things that your average guy enjoys. He loved outdoor activities and watched all kinds of sports incessantly, both live and on television. Ladies fashion, interior design, and who wore what outfit to the Oscars left him stone-cold. Above all else, JD’s motorbike was the total passion in his life.

    His 500cc motorbike was one of the famous Japanese brands, and the joy of riding in the country on Saturdays and Sundays was the highlight of his existence. In addition, the black riding outfit that he had spent a fortune on made him feel like a superhero, every time he eyed himself in the mirror before departing on one of his trips.

    In the large town where JD lived, which had delusions of being a city, the main gay bar in the place was off limits to him. The reason being that on his first and only visit, he had spotted a guy from work. Fortunately, the man had not seen him before he made a quick exit. In towns where gossip was in abundance, one could never be too careful.

    Fortunately, however, his sex life wasn’t too bad despite his restrictions. JD had discovered a cruising spot and as a result, developed quite a few fuck-buddies. These were mostly straight married guys, who JD had a preference for. He never frequented the place on weekends when activity was at its peak. The reason for this was that the police were also at their most active at these times.

    Embarrassing stories of men being ‘caught’ often featured in the local newspaper. Because JD lived close to the cruising spot he was also able to invite the contacts he made back to his home, thereby avoiding the risk of being caught for public indecency.

    When he really liked a guy at the cruising spot, phone numbers were swapped and these regulars would then pop by his home after work for a quick drink, from time to time.

    Although JD was content with his sex life, what he didn’t know as yet was that he would shortly be embarking on a ride into the country that would substantially change his life.

    One Saturday morning as JD approvingly glanced in mirror admiring his ‘superhero’ outfit, he was looking forward to the long ride that lay ahead of him.

    An hour after departing, JD pulled off at a gas station to buy a cold drink. As he rode up there were five large cruiser motorcycles parked to the side, with three large men standing next to them. They were all wearing their helmets and chatting to one another through their lifted visors. Two of the three men were on the hefty side, something that never deterred JD. He certainly wasn’t into obesity, but a few of the large alphas he had encountered at the cruising spot in the past had really excited him.

    JD particularly enjoyed the masculine body language of the three bikers. In his imagination he had often fantasized about being pinned down by a group rough tops and vigorously gangbanged.

    After removing his helmet, JD shook his head about, loosening his shoulder length chestnut hair. As he did so he was aware of the three faces observing him. JD couldn’t really gauge their expressions because their faces were somewhat distorted by the padding inside their helmets, but the fact they had looked at him gave him a real buzz. JD, nevertheless, was a realist and was sure that once he entered the shop he would most probably also encounter their girlfriends.

    Upon entering the shop, however, JD only detected two other men wearing motorbike gear. Both guys had their helmets off and were tall and really good-looking. The one sported a Mohican hairstyle and the other, obviously a Viking fan, had the back of his head shaved clean with short-cropped hair on the front of his head. Both had substantial moustaches. Other than them, there were no women dressed in motorbike gear in the shop.

    As JD was paying for his beverage, the two other bikers settled their bill at a second cashier next to him, before they all simultaneously exited the shop. After heading off in the same direction, JD eventually stood next to his bike and consumed his cold drink.

    Next, the guy with the Mohican hairstyle then moved toward him and struck up a conversation.

    “Hi, I’m Phil,” he stated, introducing himself.

    “JD,” JD replied.

    “That’s a fine looking bike you have,” Phil then declared.

    “Thanks. Of course it not in the league of your bikes,” JD countered, gesturing with his head at the five bikes parked close to him.

    “Mine’s the Norton V4 RR,” Phil proudly stated, pointing at his ride.

    “Wow, that’s a real masterpiece,” JD exclaimed.

    With an acknowledging smile, Phil then asked, “So, where are you headed?”

    “Ah, nowhere really… I am just out on my weekly Saturday ride,” JD replied with a shrug.

    Phil then went on to tell JD that he and his buddies were off to a cabin where they often spent the weekend. “We like getting away from civilization and chilling from time to time,” Phil concluded.

    By now, the first three guys that JD had seen had removed their helmets and along with the other man JD had also seen in the shop, started moving closer.

    The two bulky men both had shaved heads and goatees. The third, formerly helmeted guy had a thick mop of brown hair that was pulled back into a ponytail, in addition to an impressive full beard.

    General introductions now followed. The guy with the Viking hairstyle was Rocco. The two hefty guys were Ace and Jax. The ponytail man’s name was Zane. JD would happily have had sex with anyone of the five men. They were all very suited to his taste and he felt like he had just arrived in a testosterone dreamland. Added to this, they were all extremely engaging.

    Eventually interrupting the general banter, Phil asked, “Do you have any specific destination in mind today, JD?”

    “No… not really,” JD replied, again shrugging.

    “Well, why don’t you follow us and stop over at the cabin for a drink?” Phil suggested, followed by enthusiastic murmurs of consent from the other four guys.

    “I really don’t want to encroach on your outing,” JD awkwardly replied.

    “Nonsense,” Phil answered with welcoming open arms, before resuming, “Come along and see the place for yourself. It’s really a fantastic spot.” Another mutter of universal encouragement immediately followed from the other men. Happily outgunned, JD shortly took off with his five new buddies.

    As they rode toward their destination JD giggled to himself. From the expressions of the guys as they had interacted earlier, JD had a very strong feeling that these might be ‘fuck-buddies,’ out on a dirty weekend. Their demeanour and friendliness had definitely gone beyond the normal banter of regular straight men. JD practically had a hard-on all the way as the rode, frantically hoping that had not misread the situation.

    Forty-five minutes later they arrived at their destination. The cabin was ensconced in a beautiful woodland area and the structure was rustic, but very modern on the inside, as JD would soon see.

    Outside, to the one side, there was a magnificent natural rock pool that looked like it had been gifted by nature. Inside, the three bedroom layout could easily accommodate eight people, given the fact that two of the sofas in the lounge were sleeper couches. The two bathrooms were enormous and the kitchen was state of the art, with the largest two refrigerators that JD had ever seen.

    The place belonged to an old buddy of Rocco’s. For a fee, Rocco’s buddy fully stocked the place with alcohol and food for their visits. The biker’s only chore was to prepare their own meat during their stay, because Rocco’s friend’s wife even went as far as filling the fridge with salads for their weekends.

    During Rocco’s conducted tour, all the other guys all settled in and soon were only wearing shorts and t-shirts. Any ambivalence about the sexuality of new buddies was completely dispelled upon the completion of his tour, when JD saw the slogan on Ace’s t-shirt.

    In bold print it stated, ‘I didn’t choose to be homosexual, I just got lucky’.

    Upon seeing his focus on Ace’s t-shirt, Phil said, “Well, I suppose can clearly now see that we all bat for the other side. I hope that’s not a problem for you?”

    “No, not at all,” JD quickly answered, before qualifying, “So do I.”

    “Whew, what a relief,” Phil then countered with a broad smile.

    By now they had all swiftly consumed their first beers. When Phil offered JD another, he declined, before saying, “I still have to ride home today, so I’d better not.”

    “Do have plans for this evening?” Phil then asked.

    “No, not really, but I don’t want to encroach on your weekend,” JD qualified.

    “Fuck, buddy, as you can see we have more than enough room. Why don’t you stay and ride home with us tomorrow?” Phil suggested.

    “I really don’t want to impose,” JD answered.

    “Fuck that, it will be our pleasure to have you here. Believe me, there is far than enough food and it’s all been paid for. Please stay,” Phil replied as another beer was thrust into JD’s hand.

    JD had scarcely shrugged his shoulders before Phil announced, “JD will be spending the night,” to roars of consent from the other guys.

    Following on that, because of the heat all the guys decided that it was time to get into the pool. Unceremoniously, they now all began removing all their clothing as Phil advised that JD should follow suit. As JD observed them while doing so, he thought that I had arrived in a masculine utopia. There was enough ink on their five bodies to rewrite the bible.

    By the time JD was fully naked and approaching the pool that they were all immersed in, a chorus of wolf-whistles resounded, to JD’s great embarrassment and delight.

    Shortly, Ace was pinned against the side of the pool as Jax took up station behind him. “You must excuse these two,” Phil advised, before resuming, they live together and fuck like randy rabbits all the time.”

    After Jax penetrated Ace, Ace commenced grunting loudly as Jax began fucking Ace vigorously.

    Next, Rocco and Phil moved to either side of JD and started kissing him as they caressed JD’s body. Before him, Zane lowered his body under the water and soon JD felt his cock encased in Zane’s mouth.

    JD had difficulty processing the incredible happenstance that had befallen him. This was definitely turning out to be the greatest weekend ride he had ever been on.

    A couple of minutes later, as Zane’s head once more immerged out of the water he looked at Rocco and Phil, before suggesting; “Rock, paper, scissors?”

    JD was totally perplexed by this and watched in confusion as Phil and Rocco played the first three rounds. After Rocco won, he and Zane then competed and again, Rocco won. When JD’s body was turned and Rocco moved in behind him, the penny finally dropped.

    After Rocco entered JD’s backside and commenced fucking him, JD could see Phil and Zane competing for who would be fucking him next.

    Once Rocco had unloaded, Zane took up station and commenced hammering JD’s butt. Ace and Jax then languidly got out of the pool and slowly headed indoors. By now, Zane was in full stride in JD’s backside and being egged on by Phil.

    “Hurry up Zane, the main show will best starting in a few minutes from now,” Phil urged.

    Compliantly, Zane soon unloaded. Phil now went hell for leather as he began frantically fucking JD. JD was rather pleased that Phil was up last, because his dick was substantially larger than the other two.

    No sooner had Phil cum, before manic sounds began emanating from indoors.

    As buzz of excitement then began stemming from the trio as they encouraged JD to hastily join them indoors.

    In the lounge, Ace was on all fours in the doggy position with a large bath sheet under him, while Jax’s fist solidly plowed his arse. Although JD had obviously known about this practice, having seen it on video before, he had never seen it being performed live. JD was totally awestruck by the spectacle before him.

    With a smile, Phil then looked at JD and suggested, “Why don’t you sit over there and enjoy the show?” as he pointed to a comfy chair with a side-on view.

    JD instantly complied with his suggestion.

    Next, Rocco and Phil knelt in front of Ace. As Ace’s head commenced moving from side to side as he started sucking their dicks, Zane knelt behind Jax and began fingering Jax’s arse. Because JD had only indulged in two threesomes in the past, this new dynamic was totally mind-blowing to him. Added to that, the ever-increasing masculine banter enhanced JD’s visual entertainment.

    The following sequence of events took JD to a level of excitement that he had never imagined possible, as Jax now began coaxing a distended red fleshy prolapse from Ace’s manhole. JD watched in astonishment as several inches emerged gradually from Ace’s portal. The bloated tube was incredible and JD couldn’t believe the excitement that now overcame him. What thrilled him even more was when Zane and Jax lowered their heads, and commenced licking the plump sleeve with veneration.

    At this point, JD was hyperventilating with horniness as he violently plucked on his knob.

    Looking at JD, Zane then commanded, get over here and seed this arse.

    In a flash, JD moved behind Ace and after gripping hold of the prolapse with his thumbs and index fingers, pulled it over his cock. Following on that, JD’s hand enfolded the tube before his hand commenced a frantic shuffle. Never before in JD’s life had he ever experienced anything more erotic. Completely over-stimulated at this stage, JD shrieked as his dick pumped his spunk into Ace’s distended channel.

    Magically, even more gratification soon followed when JD was told to lie on his back with his head directly under red nozzle.

    Next, one after the other the four guys now began to plow the cylinder. As each one came in turn, the small trickle of foamy discharge escalated into an ever escalating stream of jizz. Not only was the sight of what JD was seeing unbelievable, but the constant supply of spunk he was ingesting was extraordinary.

    After the fourth and final guy had cum, JD was in for another treat when Ace repositioned his body slightly, before the magical tube was offered to his mouth. As JD sucked on it he became aware that Ace had commenced retracting the tube back into his portal. When only the puffy lips of his arse were left for JD to lap upon, Ace vigorously started plucking on his knob. When Ace’s climax finally arrived, he once more repositioned his body and shot his load directly into JD’s mouth.

    Thereafter, the guys all returned to the pool where they remained for the next few hours.

    Later that day, after the fire was lit supper was soon underway.

    In a relaxed atmosphere, the men had a wonderful dinner and enjoyed one another’s company. JD was in seventh heaven as the conversation alternated from motorbikes to tattoos. All five men strongly suggested JD simply had to have tattoos and a multitude of suggestions were made in this regard, as mobile phones were continually proffered to him.

    What delighted JD most, was how he was accepted by all these guys, and was almost as if he had been adopted into their brotherhood. What thrilled him most was how he was continually groped, hugged, and kissed throughout the evening.

    When bedtime finally approached, JD was given a clear agenda of what lay ahead. Having gone into raptures about the fisting episode from earlier on, Ace suggested that he and JD should retire a little earlier to explore this practice on a one to one basis. Being the only fulltime couple, Ace and Jax were always allotted the main bedroom with the massive king-sized bed during these visits, and this is where JD and Ace headed off to.

    Shortly, Ace was again on all fours awaiting JD’s attention. JD had taken special note of Jax’s afternoon routine and in no time had his hand firmly embedded in Ace’s backside. Although JD had never before even thought about fisting, the sensation he was now experiencing was totally awesome. The combination of warmth and the silky folds of flesh enveloping his hand felt heavenly. JD knew that henceforth, this was definitely going to be a practice he would indulge in.

    As JD continued to manipulate his hand in the tunnel of ecstasy, he asked, “How do you cope with the pain? Because I would love to experience what this feels like.”

    “The initial bit of discomfort is well worth the pleasure that follows. Of course, I also take a special pill that really helps me to relax as well,” Ace clarified.

    “Would you be prepared to teach me? JD inquired.

    “Sure, but we need to take our time and really take things very slowly. Tonight wouldn’t be ideal in my opinion, but when we get back to civilization, you can give a call when you are ready and come over to my place when it suits you,” Ace enthusiastically proffered.

    “You’ll definitely be hearing from me,” JD fervently replied.

    As JD happily continued to work his hand in Ace’s backside, he was overwhelmed by the depth that his forearm was attaining, until it finally disappeared up all the way to his elbow. In addition, the thrill of opening his hand to caress Ace’s inner sanctum, before closing his fingers and balling them into a fist to pummel Ace’s sphincter was sensational. To JD, it was the most glorious buzz he had ever enjoyed. Ace simply let JD fiddle to his heart’s content as Ace groaned and grunted his approval.

    Not long after, JD’s heart began to flutter as the crimson protuberance began to emerge from Ace’s backside. Once more, JD hand commenced caressing the captivating cylinder. Unable to resist, JD now knelt down and let his mouth savour the texture of the fleshy tube. As JD’s lashing tongue lapped Ace’s distended spout, his hands cuddled the fabulous fillet of gratification.

    Next, after once more pulling Ace’s exposed crimson tunnel over his dick, JD commenced fondling his sheathed phallus.

    During this process, the other four men returned to the room. In a flash, a mass of writhing bodies were on the huge bed, gyrating in carnal ecstasy. In this melee, JD soon found his backside being occupied by Ace and his mouth encompassing Jax’s dick.

    For the next hour the blissful blur ensued, accompanied by a loud chorus of grunts and groans.

    When they had all finally unloaded, the panting group left for the living area to enjoy a few more beers.

    As the stood around chatting, JD asked Ace how long the enlargement of his prolapse had taken. Ace then briefly gave him a description of pump he had used for the successful distention. In conclusion, Ace also promised to show JD how this happened when he visited Ace and Jax in the future.

    When all the men starting talking about heading off to bed a little later on, Phil asked JD to remain with him in the lounge.

    JD’s incredible day was now further magnified as Phil displayed his prowess as an unbelievable lover. JD was fucked from every angle and in every position imaginable. What JD particularly liked was Phil’s very rough approach and for most of the time it felt like he was in a wrestling match where the winner takes it all. Totally worn out, JD and Phil finally fell asleep.

    Early the following morning, JD was ushered off to the pool, where Phil once more fucked him hard at the edge. To JD’s great joy, when the others joined them, Ace lay on the edge of the pool in front of JD, once more offering the mesmerizing prolapse to him. As JD smeared his face on the red tube of wonder, one by one, the other guys fucked him once Phil had cum. As Jax, who was the last one to fuck him was cumming, JD’s arm, right up to his elbow, was stuck in Ace’ butt as Ace spewed his spunk all over his stomach.

    After a very leisurely brunch, they all helped out cleaning dishes and tidying up before departing.

    As they rode back home all JD could think about was visiting Ace and Jax later that week. JD simply knew that he on the verge of becoming a fisting junkie.


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  • Tom

    When my long-term relationship ended I decided to move to a remote one-horse village. Businesses in the place consisted of one shop across the road from me on the main road, a pub about one hundred metres away on my right, and my gallery. There were also about forty homes scattered about and a population of no more than one hundred people living there. My decision to open the gallery was that the village was on a tourist route and also housed ten full-time artists. The artists only opened their homes to the public twice a year, for two days during an art route. I figured that with the gallery, I could offer them full-time representation in their own town. The idea was welcomed by the artists and I received their full support.

    The region was essentially a farming community and the town was regularly frequented by all the farmers in the neighbouring area. There were also several nearby towns ranging from ten to twenty miles away, and the inhabitants of these places also often visited our small village. The men in the district were all very butch and I had a constant supply of eye candy from the shop across the road. Visiting the pub was also a source of total delight to me and I would often be in horny overload upon my return home. Having never hidden the fact that I was gay, my initial presence was met with scepticism from many of the locals. After a few months, however, the novelty had worn off and everyone became much friendlier toward me.

    The people in the area were a very earthy bunch and apart from their crude language could be very vulgar at times. It took a few months to get used to this but I quickly got into the swing of things and eventually overlooked this inconsequential oddity. As I settled in, the place grew on me and I was soon extremely pleased with my ridiculous decision to live here. Although I had visitors to the gallery during the week, they were few and far between. Most of the business usually happened on weekends when the village got a lot busier.

    ***

    One Wednesday I sauntered across the road to buy a few things. Apart from Mannie, the shopkeeper who was there as usual, a very tall man named Tom was also in the shop. I had seen Tom from time to time but he had not really made a great impression on me. He was rather sinewy and lanky, standing at about six-feet-four-inches tall. While in the shop it struck me that he was actually better looking than I had initially thought. Tom wore wellington boots, long shorts in need of a wash, and a t-shirt that had seen better days. His hands were huge and definitely belonged to a farmer. Tufts of dark hair sprouted out from under a baseball cap he was wearing. His face was shadowed by two-day old stubble and topped with a rather thick moustache.

    Tom had a lovely smile and intense green eyes. All in all, he was quite hot! After Mannie introduced me as David, he then made one of his usual crass jokes. He said that he was dying to try-out the gay thing, before adding, “If you can take the pain, I can take the shit.”

    As normal, he almost split a gut at his own joke, as Tom and I politely laughed along. Mannie then also mentioned to Tom that I made the best coffee in the entire area.

    One of my few extravagances before moving here was a Swiss coffee machine, which I had purchased, because of my obsession with the beverage.

    After I returned to my gallery, knowing full-well that Mannie was giving Tom the lowdown about my sexuality, I was surprised ten minutes later when Tom announced himself at the door. Naturally, I offered him coffee before he took a brief walk around the gallery. He then inquired about a narrow staircase in the entrance that lead up to my studio and bedroom. Tom then asked if he could take a look up there. As he mounted the stairs I followed him.

    When we arrived upstairs my heart almost stopped. My computer was on and was displaying my collection of naked men as screensavers. As I scrambled to the chair to switch it off, he placed his hand on my shoulder and said that he wanted to see the pictures. Dumbstruck, I sat there like a guppy watching the show along with him. After a short while, Tom bragged that he was better endowed than any of the guys that we were looking at.

    Tom then placed his hand under my chin and tilted my head towards him. With his thumb, he traced the outline of my mouth before pushing his thumb between my lips encouraging me to open my mouth.

    Following that, Tom inserted three fingers into my mouth. As I sucked on his fingers I could clearly see signs of movement in front of his shorts. A fourth finger was now added as he cupped the back of my head with his other hand. As he played in my mouth, spit started drooling down my chin and onto my shirt.

    Next, he instructed me to pull his shorts down. A large dark uncut cock emerged after I did so.

    His dick had a slight downward curve and there was a thick vein that meandered from the base of his knob, almost all the way to the tip. After removing his fingers from my mouth he placed one his hands on my head and pushed the fleshy cylinder towards my lips with the other hand. His entry was slow at first, but soon he was applying pressure to the back of my head as his cock slid in deeper and deeper. Once the monster had broken through the back of my throat he started skull-fucking me in earnest. As he began to groaning loudly my drool became a torrent and shortly, the entire front of my shirt was wet. When he was about to cum he retracted his cock and gave me a spunk facial of epic proportions.

    Tom then scooped all his cum off my face and fed it to me. The lumpy seed had a fantastic taste. After I licking his hands I also cleaned his cock and balls thoroughly.

    Before we descended the stairs I put on a clean shirt. As he was leaving he told me that he would be coming for coffee every Wednesday. I was also informed that we would be taking things a lot further the following week.

    A week later at eight o’clock in the morning, an hour before my gallery opened, there was a knock at my door. Tom was standing there when I opened the door.

    “Hi,” I said, “Have you come for a cup of coffee?”

    “No,” he replied, “I’ve come to fuck you, get your fucking arse upstairs.”

    I lead the way and after we arrived upstairs I looked at him in anticipation.

    “Don’t waste my time, strip and assume the doggy position on the edge of the bed,” he instructed me.

    “Let me get some lube,” I advised.

    “Nah… I’ll supply the lube,” he commanded.

    After removing my pants I got on the bed as instructed. I then heard him spitting twice before I felt his cock at my pucker. Tom was not a patient fucker and seconds later he thrust his knob all the way into me. As I yelped I got two hefty smacks on my arse.

    “Shut the fuck up, pussy-boy,” he grunted as he speared into me.

    Thankfully, the discomfort shortly subsided. As I continued to gasp he commenced spanking my backside. “Shut your mouth and take it like a man,” he roared.

    Tom was not into gentle fucking and pummelled me relentlessly. As he did so I felt his fist hitting the small of my back. It wasn’t hectic and I was totally into his authoritarian roleplay. A few minutes later with his rough hands frantically pulling my rump onto his dick, Tom commenced unloading his spunk into my arse.

    Once he had exacted his dick he told me to kneel before him and lick his dick clean. Afterward, he began to piss all over my head and body.

    “Fuck yeah,” he exclaimed as he did so, uttering a string of expletives in the process. Finally, after slapping my face with his cock a few times he concluded, “I’ll see you next week, pussy-boy.”

    Then with a laugh, Tom pulled up his pants and left.


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  • The Abbey of Westminster gets a statue

    Readers: ATTENTION! As you know, my authorial name stands for the highest aspirations of our past’s culture and the stories that might be told about it/them. Whatever. All three or four of you who now know about what Will had to shake and Mike was angelic over must anticipate breathlessly that, drama and sculpture out of the way, I would turn to music. So, tongue where it ought to be (in my cheek), I offer the following account (more of which is true than you might imagine).


    George, as he now styled himself (earlier, when it suited, he adopted the moniker Giorgio) had been named Georg (pronounced GAY-ORG) – and he was. From the moment the kid wanted to take up the flute, his dad knew.

    A passing fancy, he thought in German. Initially alarmed at his son’s propensity with his young lips, he changed his tune. Where’s the harm? He’ll grow out of it on his way to the study of law.

    Georg didn’t. Grow out of it, that is. No, he liked to blow and became rather good at it. Proved it to his sputtering teacher. Herr Zachow shouldn’t have been surprised. After all, his own dear old Dad, pied piper of Leipzig, blew many – I mean, a lot. Zachow thought it prudent (not that he was a prude) to teach Georg another orally-involved instrument, the oboe.

    “To broaden your interests,” he told the kid using the local dialect, that of Halle where he held a church job and could access organs and the boys choir. I’ll toss in harpsichord lessons and get him at the organ. Do his fingers good. Gut, sehr gut. I might even finger his gut.

    George, gut with fingers and mouth as well as on the organs, rapidly progressed. For fun, he hung out in the dressing room of the local Gymnasium where practiced as chance permitted. In between, he wrote.

    Not schoolwork. Music. “I wrote like ze very debbil,” he said years later in his best English.

    Reason was encouragement from an aristocrat no less, the Duke of Weissenfels, who thought he was cute as a button at nine, tootling his wooden flute and giggling like a girl when he was tickled, and from royalty (or so it has been claimed), some king nobody can identify.

    Georg’s personal parts grew faster than his musical talent with sharpened feathers and ink. He job-hopped from organ to organ and popped in on lectures by recently-absconded-to-the-faculty- of-Halle’s-new-University from Leipzig and Erfurt two scholars accused of dire liberalism (read: overly solicitous interest in children). Thus, Georg “loved his companions” and took to sausages and drink.

    Gay Hamburg drew George, especially its Opera, where all the best parts were sung by men with no balls but with dicks at the ready. Cross-dressers got huge sums back then. Our Georg craved experience in those circles and certainly got it. In no time his operas threatened singers who lacked the right sort of trained throats. An invitation from one of the de’ Medici swishes in Florence took him off for sunny Italy and its long tradition of castrating nubile boys.

    To fit in, our Georg Friedrich Händel became Giorgio Federico Handelio. He carried on so extravagantly with a conclave of Cardinals (churcified men in red dresses who ran their own College) that, records say, “his Saxon grandeur” left them “thunderstruck.”

    Giorgio had a big cazzo (dick).

    And, it might be surmised, a big culo (butt).

    Sniping for means to wedge his way into Italian opera, he was deflected from Alessandro Scarlatti, who was straight, to his same-age son, Domenico, whose habits were known to stray. “The two of you,” Alessandro said, “should travel our peninsula together, each looking out for the other’s needs. Here, here’s a purse. Go.”

    Alessandro dusted off his palms, thinking,Good riddance. It was.

    They bummed it for a while, got on each other’s nerves, and split. Domenico was off to Spain, where he changed his name to Domingo and ended up in the service of a nut-case king who used lathe-turned dowels as suppositories. Giorgio (née Georg, remember?) crossed waters to England, where he managed George correctly but misspelled his middle name as Friderick on documents and was stuck with it. What made him famous in London merits a story to itself.

    After meeting spirited wordsmith and occasional tune-tinkerer, a chap who went under the moniker “John Gay” (What does that tell you?), George and his new friend cobbled together something for which there was no category, naming it Acis and Galatea.So bad was George’s handwriting (remember, he skipped most of his schooling), that typesetters for the new thing’s broadsides (think, posters) thought the title was Anus and Galatea.

    It sold out. The British Bottom Cissers, a gossip group known simply as the BBC, bought all the tickets and scalped them to would-be members. There was talk.

    Some of it reached King George, who wasn’t English and whose real name was Georg Ludwig von Brunswick-Lüneburg-Hanover. Delighted at prospects for some native tonguing – he hated English tonguing – he invited his new subject George for boat rides on the Thames.

    Talk about eye-candy! Naked boys swam like fishes all around the royal barge hoping for coins to be tossed their way via monarchical magnanimity. Diving for pence showed boy butts to advantage – all slick and shiny.

    “Händel,” said the King, noting his guest’s interest, “next time bring along some of your tunes and a band to play them. “I’ll pay and you can take your pick. We’ve got capacious nets in the back.”

    Hence, the Royal Water Music.

    A hit with several queens in London and their hangers-on, George (whose intimates, we hear, called him “Freddy”), wormed his way into a Haymarket assembly room known familiarly as The Queens’ Theatre. Wouldn’t you know?

    (NB: Prissy scholars later relocated the apostrophe. The first of many cover-ups.)

    Operas – even with entire gaggles of girlish male singers and butch-dike females elaborately garbed in lace and hoops, and doing unspeakable things at rehearsals and backstage at performances, sometimes onstage (such as pulling off each other’s wigs and tossing fake tits) – slumped. Bankruptury dented George’s Judith Lieber purse (the one with all the sequins) to the point of embarrassment. This one’s so tatty, but how can I afford a new one? he wondered, not for the first time.

    A brutish blacksmith he met at a favored ale house, The Purple Pimpernel, seduced George into some naughtiness with ropes, chains, birches, a B-natural anvil, some nails, and a couple of runaway apprentices. George got a few stripes out of those experiences and, as a reward for stoicism, his own set of hand-forged iron cuffs. So grateful he was that he scratched out a tickler for the harpsichord called The Harmonious Blacksmith.

    Musing in the afterglow, he thought “And with these stripes” might one day make a whip-snappy chorus line. It did, once he glommed onto a money-making scheme the Wops had come up with a while before. Oratorios.

    No prodding stupid singers who want to stand still anyway, no sets or trappings or props like gilt thrones, no gaudy costumes – I’ll make a killing. Wait! What’ll I do to compensate the scalpers for their efforts to push tickets? I know. Organ concerti! –he remembered his Italian plural. I have to pay the band anyway. We can fill up our intermissions (the earwax-impacted Brits not yet confusing that word with the musical word intervals) and I can write off on my taxes that organ I want to buy. Tee-hee. I’ve always wanted another organ.

    There was the problem of story line. Example: the one he abandoned after the Earl of Chandos introduced it to his guests at the private premiere, thusly: “Opening our program is The Arrival of the Queen of Sheba –and here comes Mr. Handel.” He had forgotten the revealing gown and ostrich fan – major embarrassment!

    One piece, Largo, sold well. Slow, easy to play and sing. Must do more of those.

    Mr. Jennings, a fellow member of the Hell-Fire Club, said, “I’ll divvy up a lurid libretto for you – say, about a largely unclad man who – although not an Etonian – never protests a whipping, lets himself get tied up with a smile on his face, a lance in his side, and some of your blacksmith’s nails in his hands and feet – and everybody’s glad about it.”

    “Mein guter…I mean, my good man, what a capital idea!’ remarked Handel, adjusting his crotch while running figures under his powdered wig. Ah, money ahead!

    To Jennings he declared in his blustery manner, “I’m thinking of D-Major and a choral jog called Halle-after my home town-lujah!

    ***

    And now you know how our prosperity-fattened hero could afford several new Judith Lieber purses and gain access to thumb-suckers at an orphan’s home, the patron of which he unashamedly became.

    When he croaked in 1759, the clean-up began. All that could be was swept under such carpets as there were in London in those days (and some in Dublin) or out onto sewage-wet streets – because everybody with sterling piles who had known him as “a jolly good fellow” wanted a statue in the Abbey. A great cover-up!

    You just try to find anything about Freddy’s personal life. Nary a peep in letters, diaries, or newspapers. There were, but…. At least there’s that statue. Yep. Still there. Collecting dust.

    Yrs truly,

    F. Periwinkle Snapdragon, Esq.

    Maida Vale

    London 2b (or not)


    ***

    My carefully potted/sotted accounts of Shakespeare and Michelangelo are here:

    /stories/Hard_work_upon_the_Thames_22712.html; and here:

    /stories/Florence_in_the_Day_22681.html.

    Gaydemon kindly plays host to my series of crotch-throbbers beginning here:

    /stories/Cosmo_Lulu_22150.html; and here:

    /stories/Gerald_Jr_the_Judge_22151.html.


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  • Third Wheel with a Sexy Couple

    I met this couple off of Manhunt one night for the first of many raunchy play dates.

    The one guy was a tall blond with a swimmer’s build and the sexy speedo tan lines to match, and his partner was a shorter beefy rugby type. The tall guy had a perfectly straight 8” cut dick but was mostly a bottom and his hunky partner had a wrist thick 7” cock that pumped out huge loads.

    The first night we met I was the piggy in the middle for these guys and while I held the tall guy’s legs wide open and fucked his hole, his partner fucked me, ate my hole, fingered me, made me suck his thick dick and when I blew my load into his boyfriend’s hole, he pushed me aside and sucked the cum out.

    That was just the first night but over the next two years or so, we connected often and always had a raunchy time together.

    They were really into smoking weed and on occasion I would smoke with them and we would fuck all over their condo taking turns being the cumdump bottom.

    The beefy guy was a jackhammer type of top and his thick sexy thighs were always a turn on when I’d watch him mount his boyfriend.

    Sometimes I would sit in the armchair in their bedroom, smoke some weed, snort poppers while they fucked like rabbits. When the time was right I’d join the fun.

    In one such moment, I was poppered up and high on weed, stroking my dick and the two studs took a short break, so I threw the poppers on the bed, stood up and walked over.

    There was no script to what happened in these moments and I stood up on the bed, grabbed the tall ones cock, slid down on him and used him as my dildo.

    His boyfriend was coaching us on and at one point tried to DP me but his cock was too thick so he gave up. Moving around to the other side, he sat down on his boyfriends face and got a good tongue fucking while I milked a load from my human dildo. In this position, I had my hands on beefy boy’s shoulders for leverage and while I rode, he and I kissed and he jerked our cocks.

    Tall guy was not being idle and was now pounding the shit out of my ass and hitting my prostate with a vengeance which sent me over the edge. With a hard slam into my guts, I blew ribbons of cum all the way to his partner and coated everything with my nut.

    Tall guy was relentless in pounding me even though I had cum and I felt like a bronco buster bouncing up and down on his cock but before too long he was grunting his load into my sloppy well fucked hole while his partner jerked a load all over both of us.

    Beefy guy could “coat the walls” as they say. If he edged for a while, when he came it was monumental.

    Once I was fucking him bent over the bathroom counter from behind and without touching his dick, he blew a load and it was like watching a horse cum. Splashes of his nut were hitting the cabinet, dripping down to the floor and puddling at our feet.

    And the amazing thing was that if he came three or four times, the size didn’t really diminish so even after a few orgasms, when he would breed a load into me, I knew for certain I was filled to the brim. I gave him a blowjob in the woods once while the three of us went biking and I choked on the amount of cum he pumped into my mouth. All very tasty and abundant!

    One weekend, I had gone to the coast with a friend of mine. Ours was a total platonic relationship but we were sharing a hotel room. One night we came back to the room and he says to me, “Hey kid, here’s $50, why don’t you go to the bathhouse and have some fun.”

    So I did and guess who I ran into? My sexy couple who happened to be in town.

    Well, what can I say, we made good use of the bathhouse that night and put on a LOT of hot bareback shows for guys and even allowed more than a few to join in the fun.

    Like any good bathhouse, this one had the right combo of downright sleaze and then comfort in the rooms but the funnest we had was in the dark room jam packed with guys. The three of us tried to cluster together which was a nice safety blanket but it was a serious meat market of groping hands and dicks. Not that everyone was exactly to my taste and desire but in the dark it didn’t really matter.

    Beefy guy assumed the role of pimp basically and as we wandered and groped in the dark, he would find a nice dick and guide it toward me and his boyfriend and we would take turns sucking whoever it was and then bend over and slide onto it raw. The one guy I figured had to be black (I’m so racist) because he was a seriously heavyweight in the dick department. Felt like a traffic cone going in and had to have been 12” of thick meat. He fucked me like he hated me and was verbal about it. It had the effect of everyone else in the room becoming very quiet and even though you could barely see, I think they were all impressed by the deep-dicking that was taking place right in front of them. After he nutted in my hole I kind of hoped I’d see him around the place but for the rest of the evening, I never saw anyone who’s dick compared.

    After the dark room, we did the rounds and fucked and sucked in the various spaces. In the video room, we had a nice little threesome with about 5 guys watching and jerking their dicks at a distance.

    In the toilet stalls, I was bent over with my head smooshed against the toilet while beefy guy and his boyfriend abused my hole. I’ve never been into piss but it was while in the toilet that they both pissed in my hole and fucked the humility out of my ass. It was definitely the right scene considering the location!

    Towards the end of the evening, we were all relaxing a little in the hottub getting to know a couple of other guys which turned into a slippery orgy of dick and cum.

    I kind of felt bad for whoever had to clean the place after because that was a hot tub that no sane man would enter after more than half a dozen guys had cum in it.

    Probably not the first time the pool cleaner showed up for work and said out loud, “Fucking gays.” Haha

    Anyway, I think I got back to the hotel around 5am and have no idea how much cum I swallowed or had in my guts but my prostrate was throbbing and begging for more.

    Sadly, I didn’t get any more dick that particular weekend but my threesomes continued with these guys for a while longer before we lost contact.


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