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  • Hump Day

    Have you ever woken up horny for the day? I do and today was definitely a hump day. I roll out of bed with morning wood so hard I am unable to pee so I hop in the shower to try and alleviate the situation. I rinse my body in the warm water and lather up my throbbing cock. Vigorously washing my cock and balls I cum all over the shower curtain. My cock finally relaxes enough that I am finally able to finish getting ready for the day; however, I was already starting to get worked up again.

    Getting off work early I strip down in the living room as soon as I walk through the door. Playing with myself in the car on the drive home has me acting like a rutting buck and I need to fuck myself. I grab the coconut oil and my clear jelly dong, lying back on the couch pointing my heels to the ceiling I pour oil over my cock and balls drenching my man pussy. I work the coconut oil into my course pubic hair as I stroke my rapidly swelling cock. Fuck I love touching my pussy as I tug on my ball sac rubbing oil all over my hole giving it a couple teasing pokes. I grab my clear dong off the coffee table and as I am pushing the dong head against my hole my roommate, the coach of local university’s wrestling team Garrett, walks through the door. His eyes get big as saucers when he realizes what I am doing.

    “What the fuck Kevin!” He staggers, “Dude what are you doing home so early?” I ask frozen in place not knowing what to do.

    Garrett seemed transfixed by my pussy he hadn’t stopped staring at it since he walked in. “I canceled practice today.” Garrett says off handily as he grabs and adjusts his crotch noticeably.

    With my dong still in position I slowly slide it into my pussy, “Fuck dude!” Garrett’s chiseled jaw drops as his big bulge noticeably grows in his shorts.

    Thrilled that he is keeping his eyes fixed on me I pump the dong in and out of my pussy. Garrett grabs his cock through his gym shorts and starts swinging it around enticing me. I clench the dong with my anus holding it in place as I grab under my knees and pull them to my shoulders giving Garrett the fullest view of my juicy goodies inviting him to play.

    “You’re a fucker you know that.” Garrett says frustratingly, “Uh huh.” I flex my pussy muscles making the base of the dong wiggle.

    Garrett tears off his shorts releasing a monstrous cock! A string of pre-cum leaking from the fat mushroom head drips to the floor. He grabs the base of the dong and aggressively wags it in my pussy I can’t help but moan from the rugged stimulation. Garrett gets up on the couch and straddles my face.

    “Want to get face fucked?” He offers as he slaps his monster cock on my mouth until I open up to receive the beast.

    Not even swallowing half his shaft I begin gagging uncontrollably as his girth stretches my throat. He pulls up enough so that I can catch my breath through my nose. He continues to thrust his cock in and out of my face bouncing his balls on my chin. He leans over and spits on my hole allowing me time to breathe while I suckle on the pre-cum gushing from his head. Garrett climbs down off the couch and sheaths his great sword with an imported German condom since American condoms can’t withstand his ample dong. Grabbing my legs he pins my feet to the back of the couch and my knees to my chest strapping me in for the roller coaster ride I have needed all day.

    With my ass up and ready Garrett slowly lowers his massive meat towards hole. The head of his monster kisses my pussy as he rotates the head around to get good placement. He pushes at my hole and stretches my pussy around his bulbous head. I try to get used to the girth as much as possible because when he starts thrusting I’m going feel his cock in my stomach. Garrett seems to understand his weapon slowly pushing all thirteen inches of his thick, veiny, juicy cock balls deep into my overwhelmed pussy allowing me to feel every throbbing inch of his member without pain.

    He pulls out and I almost get the wind knocked out of me when he thrusts back in to me. Garrett’s movements pick up pace as he impales me over and over with his meat spear.

    “Aw Fuck Garrett! I can’t handle it, it’s too big! OH MY GOD! Oooh stretch my pussy fucking out!” I scream uncontrollably as he’s pumping his huge cock in my sloppy wet pussy!

    “Damn your pussy was hungry,” He pulls out and slaps his monster hard against my stretched hole sending shivers down my sides. “I love watching your pussy swallow my monster cock whole. Fuck that hole’s wet!”

    He plunges deep into me and pounds my hole out. I can’t handle myself and my body goes into spasms as I uncontrollably spray him, myself, and the living room with cum. Garrett gets hit in the face and licks his lips clean. This sends him into a primal frenzy; he grasps hold of me grunting and slams his cock in as deep as possible slapping his balls against my ass. With a final massive thrust Garrett floods my insides with a hot, potent, load. It was like a dam breaking as he pulled his exhausted beast out.

    “That was fucking excellent!” Garrett beams at me as he brings his dripping cock up to my face. I gulp it down a few times cleaning him up and getting a taste our flavors from our fuck session.

    “I’m going to shower you want to join,” He offers dripping wet with sweat. “Be there in a second,” I wanted to take the moment and appreciate what a wonderful fucking hump day this turned out to be.


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  • First Time Experience With A Grandpa

    One day back in 1996 I was at a shopping center after work and looking around and then had to use the bathroom. I was in the stall getting a hard-on thinking about older men and was wondering what It would be like to have an experience with them.

    A moment later I heard the bathroom door open and I can see an elderly man in his late 70s early 80s was walking towards the stall I was in peaked in and licked his lips and rubbed himself I got up and opened the door and he grabbed my cock and I was saying oh god that feels good.

    He says I’m Elmen 80 years of age and I said I’m David 24 years of age. He said I can not get hard but I give a real good blowjob and I told him I never had a blowjob and was wondering what it would be like if an elderly man gave me one. Elmen said let’s go to my place I said OK.

    So we got into his car and took the 5-minute drive to his place and as we were driving he reached over rubbed me and smiled. When we got to his place we both got undressed and standing naked making out I got on my knees and kissed and sucked his dick a little and he loved it but was not able to cum.

    He said OK David lay on the bed and I am gonna show you what I can do. I got on the bed and laid on my back he entered from the foot of the bed until his face was lined up with my dick.

    He lowered and placed his mouth on my cock and started to suck. OH yes Elmen that feels good. He was also sucking my balls OH GOD U HOT OPA!!!!!!!!!!!! I yelled He said u like that dont u I said yes. He was sucking me for a while and he said K put it up and get ready to shoot I said K you want my spunk He said yes.

    He was starting slow and went faster and faster and I was saying OH YfES OH ELMEN OH FUCK YA. A minute later I felt my load about to hit i said to Elmen IM CUMMING!!! IM CUMMING!!!!!!!! AHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then I felt my dick pump my load into his mouth


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  • Descent into Chaos

    The Talons of Africa

    I was pulling quietly up to the cottage not long after the break of the next day. The brilliant colors of the landscape and the purity of the atmosphere were magnificent in the early-morning light. I could see how Africa could get its talons in a person. I could understand why Alister had made the choice he had, especially now that I had seen his sons. This wouldn’t really be hurting Alister. This would be releasing Alister, which I now felt prepared to do as I was now released from him. He could merge into the kraal life of the Shona in Epworth. He’d be all right through the hard times to come. He’d be one of Rhodesia’s survivors. The sons of the House of Devon—regardless of never being accepted in England—would be enough for Alister here in Africa.

    And this would be releasing Pamela, and her deep-seated guilt too. Or at least I told myself that’s what I would be doing for her.

    All was quiet at the cottage. For some reason I had assumed that I’d hear Alister’s booming voice, his acid tongue at work, if he had returned already. I quietly mounted the stairs to the veranda. I stood, ready to knock at the door, but then I heard the moaning. My heart went dead, and it was on leaden feet that I pushed the screen door open and crossed the highly polished parquet floor and looked into the bedroom beyond.

    They were stretched out in the middle of the massive stinkwood four-poster bed, covered in the brightest of white muslin. They were both naked. Pamela was lying on her back in the center of the bed, her knees wide, the heels of her feet planted on the bed, and rocking her pelvis up and down.

    Penny, the young, muscular Shona house servant, was crouched between Pamela’s knees, his hips pushing in and out in rapid motion, the muscles of his bulbous butt cheeks contracting and releasing, fucking her hard and deep. I was moved by the contrasting color of the merging and writhing bodies—and by the power and beauty of his gleaming, heavily muscled body—massive strength working her delicate, white body like a musical instrument. Overpowering, brute strength, taking her willowy, compliant body, even in the realization of the steel and resilience of her, meeting every thrust with a thrusting power of her own. Not a powerless taking, but a machine of contrasting parts working in brilliant concert.

    Pamela was moaning and sighing as she’d never done for me or, last evening, for Gavin either. She was murmuring to him in that click-clacky language of the Shona. She was writhing under her Shona lover as she had never done for me. She was crying out in a voice of passion that I had never heard before.

    I could not help myself. I crept closer rather than retreating. The vision of Pamela and Gavin fucking beyond the beaded curtain at the hotel bar—and the emotion of what I had wanted at that point—flooded me and kept me in the room—not just in the room, but creeping closer to the bed. What Alister had said, back in the rondavel, swam up from the depths. “Think of her as Pamela.” No pretense now. It was Pamela. Pamela and a young, muscular man at the height of his desirability. I wanted Pamela in a newly discovered shared coupling, but I didn’t want just Pamela. I wanted Penny too. And I wanted him fucking me like he was fucking Pamela. I knew I had wanted that the first time I saw him in his dance of polishing the bungalow floor. My hand went to the zipper of my bush shorts.

    I was close enough now that Pamela saw me. It was almost as if she had expected to see me, as if she had planned this. At least I could assuage any guilt I felt by imagining that this was the case. She brought the young Shona stud’s ear down to her mouth and whispered something to him. He turned his head and looked at me. Both of them were looking at me and smiling. But he was still pumping her in strong, deep thrusts, and Pamela arched her head back and gave a low moan at the working of the cock inside her—a moan I’d never heard from her before, I moan I would like to be making.

    Penny laughed, a low, musical laugh, and he smiled at me. And then he rolled over to the side and laid on his back, still, as, facing me, Pamela mounted his hips and positioned his engorged cock at her asshole. She gasped and grunted as he pulled her ass down on his cock, and then grasped her breasts with his large, brown hands and pulled her torso back onto his chest. His thighs laced under hers and spread and lifted her thighs, which tilted her pelvis up to me. I could see his gigantic cock swallowed in her stretched rear channel, moving in and out. And her triangle and slit undulated, invitingly, before my eyes.

    Through grimaces, Pamela looked up and smiled at me. A welcoming, beckoning smile.

    Then I was shucking my clothes and climbing onto the bed and straddling their pelvises from above, and entering her cunt slowly, but strongly, reveling in the feel of his huge moving brown cock just across the internal membrane from mine. And we were sighing and groaning and moaning and gasping and grunting and churning our hips in one coordinated primeval fuck that was sending my spirits up above it all—above the England where I’d come from and the deconstructing Africa where I now was—up, up, into the unknown future, wherever that might be. But the one known thing to me was that this was the sexual experience I now strove for.

    With slight, knowing smile, Pamela gently pushed on my chest, and I rose from her, instantly realizing what she was offering to me. She moved out from between us and to the side, facing us, while I positioned my hips over Penny’s groin and sank my channel on his cock. Pamela placed the palm of her hand on the small of my back and pressed and released as I rose from and descended on the black cock. Penny accepted the change readily, although he just lay there, his eyes watching me, a slight smile on his face, as I fucked myself on his cock.

    I couldn’t carry it to the end. I felt like an intruder even though Penny’s cock was magnificent. I rolled to the side opposite Pamela and Penny almost immediately moved on top of Pamela, between her thighs, and inside her, and began to pump her in earnest. I remained on the bed, loath to leave them, working my cock with my hand while Pamela writhed and sighed underneath Penny.

    Finished, exhausted—before the virile Shona was done pumping Pamela, I lay on my back beside the writhing bodies. A movement at the door to the room caught my attention—or what I thought was movement. But when I looked there, I saw nothing, and I had just a moment to consider that it was the breeze working the gauzy material of the bed curtain, before I heard the deep, musical laugh and felt the strong hands on my thighs, forcing them apart, and was looking into the laughing eyes of Penny again as I cried out and arched my back in response to his thick cock thrusting deep inside my channel once more, bringing me back into the fold.

    Africa Wins

    Gavin found me at the table in the hotel bar two hours later.

    “About ready to return to Salisbury?” he asked. He was wearing that comfortable grin of his, no cares in the world, showing signs of not having heard or absorbed anything I’d said on the cottage veranda the previous afternoon.

    “Yes,” I answered and took a long drag on my bottle of Lion lager. “All ready.”

    “Done everything here that needed to be done?” he asked.

    “No . . .Yes.” I had, in fact, done everything I needed to do—and more. Gavin himself was that one elusive itch I hadn’t scratched. I couldn’t say that I hadn’t been scratching surprise itches left and right.

    “Perhaps not, or at least not to my liking,” he said with a smile that made my head jerk up and, for some reason, brought to mind that movement in Pamela’s bedroom, the realization that I had seen more than just the bed drape being played by the breeze.

    “Just a moment, if you will,” he said. Then he stood and left the room. When he returned, he had a young woman in tow. A mixed-breed woman of both African and European heritage. A voluptuously built woman, short, but with heavy, firm breasts and flaring hips. He sat her down beside me and she gave me a “come hither” shy look underneath long eyelashes as Gavin sat on the other side of me. His hand went to my thigh just above my knee.

    “You needn’t worry,” he said. “She’s clean and she’s mine and she likes doing it that way.”

    “I don’t understand,” I said. “What way?” My voice was weak, though. I had no illusions now on what I had seen in Pamela’s bedroom—who had seen us.

    “I think you know.” His hand went to my basket, and I didn’t pretend I didn’t want it there. “I was there earlier today. I like it too. And I’ve wanted you since I picked you up at the airport. What I saw earlier today has just whetted my appetite. There’s little time, as I know you will be flying out tomorrow. Your room or mine?”

    We started out with me fucking the woman, her lying on her back on my bed and me standing on the floor, between her spread legs and fucking her slowly and deeply. Her moans and sighs told me that she didn’t mind the arrangement in the least. Gavin watched, sitting in a chair and stroking his fine cock, until he was hard. Then he moved behind me, and I cried out in assault and glorious welcome, as he split me from behind with sure, swift strokes and cupped my chest with his hands and worried my nipples with his fingers, as we became lost in the mutual fuck.

    After an interlude of heavy post-coital breathing and panting as we brought ourselves, individually, under control and rebuilt our arousal, we fucked as I had done with Alister and Abuto. This time, I felt completely free, no ancient entanglements to either of the other two partners, and found it even more arousing and fulfilling than my previous two encounters of this nature. I knew now without a doubt what I would search out when I returned to London, what had been missing before in my feeling of complete fulfillment. It would be more dangerous now—this an even greater risk in the Foreign Office than men fucking men—but even the prospect of that was arousing to me.

    The woman left us at length, leaving Gavin stretched out behind me on the bed and slowly, deeply mining my channel from the rear and kissing my mouth deeply, until both of us were spent once more. Then we lay there, and he held me, as darkness descended on primeval Africa, and we talked—knowing it was our last chat. That we would not be sharing like this again.

    “I hope you didn’t mind the doctor much,” Gavin whispered. “He’s a good doctor. Better than we could get out here otherwise. He just had to leave London. He’s no harm really.”

    “No, there was no bother,” I answered. “I gave him what he wanted—what I think he needed. I told him I would come to him tonight and spend the night with him, if he wanted.”

    “Good,” Gavin answered. “I’m sure that is what he will want. And that it will sustain him for some time. He’s the one I worry about most, you know—of all of the displaced European souls here. When the end comes here, he’s really the only one with nowhere to go but also no prospect of staying. The Shona don’t really appreciate his activities among their young men. Or at least what he attempts, although increasingly, he’s being rejected.”

    I looked hard at Gavin. So, he had been listening yesterday after all. He didn’t have to be convinced of Rhodesia’s descent into chaos. And now that I looked at him, I could tell he’d be all right. He’d trained hard and well for the British South Africa Police. He’d have options.

    “You?” I asked.

    “I’ve been looking at brochures on Australia,” Gavin answered. And then he smiled. “A big country, a lot of space. Not so many people—robust, willing young men and women. Not that far off of what I grew up to. Before recent years.”

    “But the Cullingworths?” I then said.

    “Oh, Alister and Pamela? They’ll do whatever they’ll do. They are inevitably part of this land now. Alister has his Shona connections that will make him acceptable, even if only marginally. Pamela has Penny.”

    “But how can they . . . stay together? They hate—”

    “What makes you think they don’t love each other?” Gavin asked. And when I looked into his eyes, I suddenly realized that he was a far wiser man than I was. That he knew all there was to know. “They are Africa. They will stay here, together, to—and beyond—the end. Together. And Alister has his sons now—here.”

    Perhaps it was I who had not understood, I realized. My gaze lifted to the skies beyond the uncurtained window above the bed, symbolically looking for my plane to arrive, even knowing it would not arrive before the next afternoon. Ready to let go of Rhodesia and all it stood for—knowing the name of the release I sought now. And being grateful, rather than resentful, to both Alister and Pamela for bringing me to that realization. Released from a heavy burden.

    – FINI –


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  • David’s new hobby

    Last summer I experienced the most humiliating moment of my life, which by now I define as the best thing that ever happened to me. Most summers I spent inside, I am not an athletic person and I did not wish to be. But all that time spent inside meant that I did not have that many friends. High school was finished and most of my friends went their own ways. So, I was starting to feel a bit lonely.

    I tried to take matters in my own hand by meeting people online. I met Ben, he was super friendly to me and we seemed to be the same age. We met on a kind of obscure forum that at first, I did not really know what they were talking about. “seeking the one to follow”. “looking for a group of guys who long for a purpose just like me”. All these weird guys were talking like they needed friends. Most of them were weird. But Ben was different. He talked about his passion for going outside, biking around. Being in nature. And how he started swimming once a week in a local pool. One day he told the name of the pool and I recognized it. “that is the same pool as in my city! Never been there tough. I am not really the swimmer type.” I said to him. “oh really! We should totally go for a swim sometime! I don’t do it professional at all. Just for fun!”. At first, I was hesitant to go swimming with some random guy from the internet, but I accepted. The first time we went was fun. We spent most of the time just diving and swimming around. Bonding about how we both didn’t know what to do after high school. Ben is a nice guy with a friendly face. So, my trust was immediately settled. We decided to go swimming more often and made it a usual thing we did together all summer.

    One day I went to the pool on my bike. I really had the sporty lifestyle all of a sudden. Which made me way more fit than I ever had been. I started to like it. I got a phone call during my bike ride from Ben. “hey there David! Sorry for telling you so late, but a few friends of mine are over today. They are out of town and are coming with us swimming. I figured you wouldn’t mind!” “Oh..” I said hesitantly at first. I really was connecting with Ben over the weeks we spent together and was not expecting to get our chill moments to be disrupted by other people. But I quickly tought don’t be so fucking shy! And try to meet more people” “sure! see you in a bit!” I said. “cool! See ya!” Ben hung up.

    When I arrived at the pool Ben and his three friends were already waiting on me. They were different than Ben. They immediate acted like they knew me well and joked about Ben and me. About how we spent so much time together at a pool. “I guess you guys are on a fitness journey, you can use it man!” one of them said to me.

    At one moment I even heard one say “is this the one? Are you sure”? softly in Ben ear. I was confused but shrugged it out of my head.

    We went to the changing rooms all entering our own stalls. Ben and his friends were still joking around not really paying much attention to me. I heard them talking to each other from the stalls they were in. I opened my bag, took out my towel and baggy swimming trunks. I had the same gray super long to my knees swimming trunks for years because I never really had a reason to get different ones. My slender hairless body had been the same for many years. So why get different ones when I never go out swimming till now. I start undressing taking off my shoes, jeans, shirt and socks. Often, I keep my underwear on under my swimming trunks, afraid to even show the smallest amount of my penis. But this time I hesitated. My groin was a little irritated from wearing the wet underwear so often under my swimming trunks. And I started to be a little more confident in the pool. So, I decided to take it off.

    When I was standing fully naked in my stall with my underwear in my hand, I heard people laughing from the other side. Then somebody made a loud bang on the door of my stall. This startled me so I dropped my underwear to the ground. “Fuck! Who did that!” I shouted. When I looked down to grab it, I saw multiple hands from guys searching the floor of my stall from under the door. This startled me so much that I jumped on de stall bench. “What the hell are you guys doing! Leave me alone!” the hands grabbed my clothes which I had laid on the bench, my bag, my towel and even my underwear from the ground leaving me with absolutely nothing, butt naked. “This is not funny guys! Fuck you!”. I did not even know Ben’s friends and they were pulling these kinds of jokes on me! I felt humiliated. For minutes I was shouting. Too afraid to open the stall door. But no one was answering. Until somebody left something on the floor of my stall.

    It was a shiny red lycra speedo.

    “HAHA! Fuck you guys! I am not going to come out wearing that!”…. still for what it seemed like minutes I heard nothing. No one. “BEN?” I shouted. “please dude give me my clothes back! I don’t like these kind of jokes!”… still nothing. Fifteen minutes passed. And I felt super embarrassed. I was shaking a little. Slowly I picked up the speedo from the ground. I never ever want to be seen in these. Only gross old men with no shame wear them! I felt the soft stretchy shiny lycra in my hands. This is taking way to long! If you just put them on. Sprint to the from desk, which was close to the stalls, and tell the lady what was going on I would be fine. I did not trust Ben and his friends anymore. They were probably waiting in the pool to laugh at me.

    I did fall for the pressure. Slowly I lifted my leg in one hole of the speedo. I felt it getting tight around my legs. The other leg.  Then I pulled it over my tiny but. And put my dick inside. I looked down. Because of my slender body you could clearly see the outline of my dick in the tight red fabric. I tried pulling my dick down and other positions to try to conceal it more. But that did not work. This is embarrassing! I cannot come out like this!

    For moments I waited to open the door. Until I felt something weird. My slender chest made a little burst. My non-existing pecs grew a tiny bit. “what the hell..” then the feeling went to my arms, also swelling just a tiny bit.  Then my legs. With every little growth spurt my hand went to the body part that grew. Finally the feeling went to my butt. While my hands where holding my tiny ass covered in the tight lycra I felt it getting bigger. I started laughing. “what the hell is going on. This feels kind of amazing”.

    The feeling of the sudden growth in my body made me suddenly a little more confident. “I am going to show those stupid dudes! fuck them all!”. So, I unlocked my stall. And stepped outside. Immediately my confidence dropped again. Random people who just came to swim and were not Ben or his friends were there doing their stuff. Some of them looked around at me. One of them was a teenage boy who I saw had a little grin on his face. I heard the boy thinking in my head “what the hell is he wearing”. I rushed to the pool, still deciding to go for it and confront them. But I had never felt so self-aware in my life. I felt like everyone was looking at my dick inside the tight small speedo which left nothing to the imagination. I found the door to the pool but When I entered Ben and his friends were nowhere to be found. Only random swimmers. Mostly guys and boys clad in loose fitting trunks. I felt like all of them were watching me judging me for wearing the speedo.

    Then I saw one of them. He was smirking at me from the other side of the pool but walked away inside the section of the pool which had been closed all summer. I felt my heart racing but started walking towards the new section. While walking I felt like more and more guys were looking at me. Even smirking like Ben’s friend did. Am I imagining this!?

    When I entered the new section, no swimmers were there. It was a small but deep pool which seemed newly renovated. Next to the pool was were Ben and his friends were. The moment I walked int their direction they started yelling “WOOHOO SEXY BOY!” “ARE YOU GOING FOR A SWIM IN YOUR SPEEDO LITTLE BOY!”. I tried to collect my confidence, but I had never felt so humiliated. Even Ben was smirking at me.  “GUYS! FUCK Y…” . before I could finish what, I was saying Ben’s friend who I found moments earlier slapped my ass. He was standing behind me and I had not seen him. “You really are a professional now huh? Going for a swim every two days! We thought it was time that you would wear the proper outfit” he said to me. How did Ben’s friends know all of this? My face was burning red while Ben and his friends were laughing hysterically.

    “STOP! I am done now! I don’t know you guys that well! Please give me my clothes back!”. By now everyone was standing around me. Everyone stopped laughing. “ I am sorry dude! It was just a prank! I thought you would love to get some new friends. And they wanted to do this” said Ben while gesturing at his buddies. “It’s okay man! We will give it back when we finish swimming! We did it just for fun! We wanted to show you that you are one of us now” said one of his friends. But it was not fun. I never felt so embarrassed in my life. I did not trust any one of them. “let’s just jump in the new pool we have for ourselves now and cool down!” said Ben.

    Ben’s friends looked at me in my speedo one more time and then turned around to jump in the pool when felt something weird.

    “eeeeuggh” I groaned. All of the guys turned around again. Then looked at me. The embarrassment became to much! Their stares where making me feel like a fool! I was not going to jump in the pool looking like this. I felt little spasms all over my body. Slowly I lifted my thin little arms. The guys were staring in confusion. The burning heat of my embarrassed face went down like a warm sensation to the top part of my body. It felt the same as in the changing stall. I felt my arms swelling slowly. It was a weird but amazing sensation. I looked in horror as my arms started filling with muscle. The boys were gasping. “what the hell dude!” one screamed. The feeling went to my pecs which also began to swell with muscle. A bulging sound came out of it. “OOOAAAAGGH!” I groaned. “this is insane!” one of them said. The feeling spread to my whole body. My embarrassment was so high that it shifted to something else. I felt…. Confident…. Really confident. I flexed my arms and pecs for the boys when I felt That my abs started to show. And my legs swelled up with strong muscle creating fine lines.

    “G GUYS!! YOU HAVE EMBARASSED ME TO MUCH… I … I MUST! OOOAAGGH” I groaned. Still the guys were looking in full shock. But none of them moved a muscle. Ben’s face was not shocked tough. He looked happy. For a moment Our eyes met. His kind and happy face made me feel connected to him again. My newfound confidence wanted to show off what I just had gained in body mass. My hand moved over my lycra clad ass which the heat was moving to now. I squeezed it while I felt my ass getting bigger. My other hand went to the front feeling my already well-defined dick inside the tight speedo. I held my dick while I felt it get bigger and thicker inside the tight lycra. The speedo became tighter around me so tight that it felt like it was going to burst. but that did not happen. My Huge dick and bubble ass were super tightly clad I felt even my balls throbbing and getting bigger. It felt like they were getting fuller with hot seed. I saw my reflection in the pool looking at the shiny red bulge. I liked how the speedo felt. The tightness. the feeling of the fabric when I stroke my ass. I was becoming huge. When I looked in the reflection of the pool, I did not recognize myself. I flexed another time with my big arms. “look at these huh… I bet you guys never seen a guy this big!” I looked them all in the eyes, smug. Overconfident. Throbbing my huge dick inside the speedo. Not caring about anyone finding that inappropriate. “you are so manly…” one of Ben’s friends said like he was in some sort of trans. I loved all of their eyes on me. Their looks were all amazed. I did show those little shits who is boss.

    One of Ben’s friends slowly started walking towards me, it was the guy who had the audacity to slap my ass earlier. He stretched his hand towards my huge pecs. “may I?” he said. Now he asked kindly so sure he may “uhuh. Feel them” his hand was now small compared to my body. I was taller them him now even tough that was not the case moments ago. Slowly he stroked my left pec. “OOH yes!” I said. I flexed my pecs for him. Like he was entranced he stroked my body. Till he touched my already hard nipple. The heat came back. I pulled the boy towards me, but I was still unaware of me strength. So, he fell face down into my pecs. Unintentionally I wanted him there. I pressed his face in my pecs and the burning sensation became super strong. I looked down as I saw my chest slowly filling with body hair. Something I never had before. Not even a lot around my balls. The fur was growing around the boy’s face. When he saw what was happening, he started licking my pecs. The heat went down filling my abs, arms and legs with hair too. My hand went to my face where I felt my chin fill up with a thick beard. I smiled. This is how I deep down always wanted to look. A strong burly hairy manly man. Proud of his body. Showing off ii a tight fitting lycra speedo.

    “I want to be in your strong arms” said the boy. “You have had enough for now. It is my best friends turn!” my eyes went to Ben’s. his eyes were filled with lust. He walked towards me confidently. Pushing his friend away from me. The other boy did not want to let go at first, but he joined his other friends who were collectively sitting down while watching me. I embraced Ben tightly. He felt small in my arms even though he was not a slender guy like I used to be. “Thank you for giving me the speedo’s Ben!” I said to him. “I knew you were the one David. We will all be yours now If you want!” Ben Said. Ben dropped down on his knees first grabbing my bubble ass tightly. Then he opened his mouth slowly started licking my tight lycra clad dick and balls. The heat returned to me one last time. “OOOAAAAGH BEN OOOOOH!” I groaned. My whole body was sweaty from the heat of my transformation. But I felt there was one more burst coming. My whole body was pulsing. My pecs, arms, legs and ass filled with muscle one more time, but this time not only muscle. Also some mass fat to really get the thickness I want. “AAAAAH OOOOH I never felt so good Ben”. He played and felt my lycra clad dick in his mouth. One last burst of heat went to my belly filling it up a little plumper and finally to my huge dick which was so hard and big that it did not fit in the tight speedos anymore. “BEN AAAAGH I AM BURSTING” “show everyone David! Show them what you can do!” I grabbed my dick which, only at the sight at how big it had become made me burst my huge nuts. The Swimming pool floor was showered with seed. All the guys gladly accepted being covered with the white substance. I never saw so much cum in my life. They all groaned in ecstasy as I laughed. I did not give them the chance to jerk off tough. They did not deserve that yet. I pulled my tight speedos back over my dick and slowly walked to the edge of the pool passing all the guys while their eyes followed me longingly. I stretched my big arms for a dive. “You guys were wrong… I am not a small speedo boy… I am a huge speedo boy….” I smirked at them and jumped elegantly in the water like I did it for years.

    After that day I moved out from my parent’s house who were shocked when they first saw me. At first no one could believe what I had become. Ben and his friends all had saved up for me to move in with them in the same apartment building. They needed me near them after that day. They longed for me. I now understand what the guys at that forum are searching for… Ben and his friends were the lucky ones, I guess.

    My newfound confidence and body did not fully change me tough. I was still the same shy guy now covered with thick muscle. Every Friday I go to the pool wearing my tight red speedo. I get excited pulling it out of my bag and putting it on. I even bought a swimming cap and goggles and really started to take my swimming seriously. Still every time I visit the pool I get looks from people. It excites me. but does not make me as hot as I was that day. I only give myself to a guy that I like. Mostly Ben. Because he gave me this life.


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  • Cousin Brandon

    Alex left his last class early, to stop by his cousin’s job, to pick up a key for the truck he was borrowing, to move some stuff from his dorm, two hours away. No one offered to help, but his cousin Brandon was always the last resort, and always came through. Their moms were step sisters, and their association was hanging by a thread, but Brandon always posted on socials about being available to help anyone who was family, so Alex always ended up reaching out. They didn’t really even know each other, but it was someone he could rely on, in one way or another.

    So with the task at hand, and a deadline of Friday, he had no choice, but to rush over, and swap cars with Brandon. He pulled up to the gate of the manufacturing plant, and showed his I.D. to the guard, who checked the visitor list, and opened the gate. He drove down a couple lanes, finding the right lot number, and parked, getting out, and finding the nearest lot taxi, and jumped on. The taxi pulled up, and a small group of men stood around, smoking. They were covered in soot, and most had on zip front jumpers, and hard hats. He walked toward the entrance, as one of the men approached him. “Yeah, you can’t go in there bud, that’s for employees only.” “Oh, I’m looking for my cousin Brandon. We’re supposed to switch keys.” “Oh? Brandon Thompson?” “Yeah! Do you work with him?” “Shit no, but he’s in the next pod over, bud. Here, just come with me. I’m Tony by the way.”

    Tony was a younger guy, with chin straps, and a thin mustache. He seemed more on the fit side, and aside form the dark soot covering every bit of visible skin, he had piercing blue eyes, and a strong brow line. He hall smiled at Alex, as he led him through a crowded break area. “Nice to meetcha bud.” Alex nodded, and followed him through, catching glimpses from the room full of soot covered workers. He spotted a couple women, but they were all wearing uniforms, and hard hats. He recalled a few conversations his Mom had about the working conditions, and the risk of cancer and respiratory infections associated with working at the plant.

    They walked down a second hall, with another door scan, and Tony swiped his badge again. Alex noticed a heat wave, as they crossed the door frame, and as they turned down another hall, he realized they were in the men’s locker room. He swallowed hard, and held his breath for a moment, as they walked through aisles and aisles of wooden benches and metal lockers. Men of all shapes and sizes, and sizes, were naked, toweling off, or changing. He had a flash back to his first day showering on campus, in the open locker room, except these were full grown, fully developed men. Real men. His mouth was dry, and he tried to swallow, but nothing happened. He as starting to get a hardon in his jeans, but kept a steady gaze, straight ahead, occasionally glancing about the enormous room. They walked past the last row of lockers, and there was the open shower area. Every spout was occupied, and Alex couldn’t believe how hot these men were. Some were still covered in soot, and others had partially visible flesh.

    He tried not to stare, but they were all in great shape. One guy in particular caught his attention, facing toward the tiled wall. He had long reddish brown hair, that fell just below his muscular shoulder blades, with a deep back line, and firm ass, with a trail of dark hair spreading from the crack, with a thick tan line that started just above the hairy crack, and ended just above the knees. He had arm band tattoos, and a mermaid on the back of his left calf. The water had washed away any signs of soot, and his body seemed statuesque, under the steady flow of the steamy shower stream.

    “Hey Brandon!” Tony called into the crowd of men, who seemed to part ways, as the one guy Alex was staring at turned around. Fuck, it was his cousin. Brandon swiped the hair from his face, squinting hard, and then shut the shower off, and walked toward them. “Holy shit, Alex? What the fuck, Cuz? I didn’t know you’d be like here, here.” His chest was strong, and his abs were faint, and covered with hair. His dick was average, but symmetrical, and his curly pubes were soaked, and covered most of the shaft, and balls. He had a scorpion tattoo that encased his belly button, and the lower half and tail disappeared in his pubes. He scowled at Tony, “you just had to bring him in here?” “No one gives a fuck Brandon, he seen plenty before, I’m sure. Brandon says you’re the queer one?” Tony looked Alex up and down. “Fuck outta here Tony.” Brandon shoved Tony, playfully, and walked past Alex, who stood there, with half the eyes of a dozen naked guys, stared him down.

    He awkwardly turned, and tried to find where Brandon went. Most of the men in the locker room, just stood around, naked. He secretly wished he worked at a place like this, but would probably end up with an ass kicking, or shunned from the locker room. He walked down a couple more aisles, until he heard, “Alex, here.” He turned, and saw Brandon standing by an open locker, holding a towel over his groin, still soaked. “Here’s my truck key.” “Oh, thanks, here’s my car key.” “You get a new car, or what?” He held the fob up. “No, I’ve always had it.” “Shit, I wish I was an only child.” Alex rolled his eyes. “Thanks Cuz.” “Yeah, your’e welcome little Cuz.” He looked past Alex, and nodded, as Tony came over. “Alright bud, I can show you back out.” Tony led the way through the locker room, again, as Alex took one more longing look around, at all the man meat.

    He was still hard, as they left the building, into a cloud of smoke, from the gathering of men and women. He thanked Tony, who took his hand, and shook it, not letting go immediately. “Hey bud, don’t let him be too hard on you.” Tony winked, and let his finger tips slide off Alex’s hands. “I won’t,” Alex faked a smile, and clumsily walked down to where the taxis waited. He found Brandon’s truck right away, quickly getting in. It smelled of soot and body odor. “Gross.” He looked around, finding the start button, and quickly rolled the windows down. He found his way out of the parking lot, and navigated toward college. 

    He walked in, as his roommate Matt was picking up his last box of clothes. “Hey roomie.” “Dude! I’m glad I waited.” Matt gave him a deep hug, and pulled back, kissing Alex on the lips. “It’s just a few months. I’ll miss you, but I hope you have a good Summer.” “Yeah, you too. And…just don’t feel pressured, ok?” “No, I promise you, I won’t. All in due time.” He grabbed Alex’s ass, playfully. “One last one, before I leave.” They both laughed, and Matt picked up his box, and walked out. Alex was blushing, as he picked up a box, and headed out toward the stairs. 

    He finished loading the truck, in an hour, and headed back to the city. He was so tired, when he got to Brandon’s, slowly backing the truck into the garage, and locked it, and the door, and went up the back porch. He let himself in, and heard country music blasting from the basement. He walked down the steps, hearing moaning and groaning, seeing a porn playing on a very large screen, and Brandon, standing full on naked, in front of the TV. He was jerking away, covered in sweat, his hair pulled up in a. man bun, muscles flexing, and a cigarette burning in an ash tray on the coffee table behind him. Alex crept back up the stairs, and squatted down to watch. “Holy fuck,” he whispered out loud. 

    Even with the music blaring, he could hear Brandon cursing, and grunting. The woman on the movie was clearly over acting, and the man with the big dick, fucking her, looked drugged, and over paid. He rolled his eyes, and focused his attention back on Brandon, who was really going at it. He kept spitting in his fist, and stroking his dick shaft, while he held the base with his other hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Brandon leaned back, tilting his head back, and shot out a few gobs of cum, splattering them on the plasma screen. “God damnit!” He kept stroking, letting go with his other hand, and using it to grab, and rub his chest. He let go of his dick, which flopped down, almost immediately softening. 

    Alex quickly, and quietly scooted up the last two steps, and walked down the hall to the bathroom. He sat on the toilet, and waited a few minutes. Before he even heard footsteps, the bathroom door opened, and in walked Brandon, in all his glory, covered in sweat, and cum dripping from his dick head, his bushy pubes plastered to his skin. The scorpion practically in his face. “What the! Alex, what the fuck?!” Brandon stared at him in disbelief, and then cupped his hands over his dick, and turned and shut the door. Alex could hear him stomping up the stairs, to the second level. He covered his face, and leaned on his elbows. He was excited, overwhelmed, embarrassed, and shocked, all at once. He waited a few more minutes, hearing slightly softer steps down the stairs, and toward the door.

    Brandon knocked lightly, and asked “can I come in?” “Yeah, it’s your house, Cuz.” Brandon opened the door, wearing a pair of boxers, and moccasins, and leaned against the frame. “I’m sorry I blew up at you. It’s been a rough day, and I came home and worked out, and blew off some steam, and I just wasn’t expecting to see you.” “I know. I’m so fucking tired, I just let myself in, thinking I’d just crash here tonight.” “Fuck yeah, you can stay here, Cuz. No biggie.” He half smiled at Alex, pulling his hair tie out, letting the sweaty locks fall to his shoulders. “I’m not even mad, just surprised is all. Alex noticed a dark spot had formed in Brandon’s boxers. Brandon shuffled past him, and started the shower up. ‘I’m glad you made it back, and I’m happy to help. I just need to shower and clean up, and then we can hangout, cool?” “Yeah, cool.” Alex got up, and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He went out to the living room, and sat on the couch, checking his phone over, and looked for apartments in the area, out of curiosity. They were over priced, and showed a severe lack in updates.

    The bathroom door opened, and Brandon walked out, with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Just curious, did you see anything, while I was…” “Yeah, sorry.” “No, I figured. I just thought I’d ask, cause it’s my dumb ass that was blaring music, not paying attention. I’m not really like that, usually, I was just blowing off steam, and needed to blow a load.” “Yeah, no, it’s normal. I do it all the time.” “Yeah, I suppose you do,” Brandon nervously laughed. “I think Tony likes you, by the way. He was asking all sorts of questions about you, and I didn’t know what to say, cause I honestly don’t know that much about you, other than you’re gay.” “Oh, really? He seems nice.” “Yeah, no he’s an asshole. He’s got a big dick though, so you might like that.” “Cause all gay guys like big dicks?” “No, no, fuck, that’s not what I meant. I was kind of like teasing, like, ok if you tried to set me up with a chick, you’d be like oh she’s got great tits, and a thick ass, just like you like.” “I probably wouldn’t though.” “Ok, yeah, that’s a bad comparison. So anyway, I gave him your number, if that’s cool? He looks like shit at work, but I’m sure he cleans up nicely.” ‘Ok, thanks.” 

    Alex wasn’t annoyed, but it was sweet in a way. Tony seemed polite enough, and who knows what he looked like under all that soot, and canvased cotton uniform. Brandon stood awkwardly for a minute, and then pointed toward the stairs. “I’m, going to put some clothes on. Do you need anything for bed?” “Yeah, that would be great.” “Ok, come up and help yourself, I’m not sure what you’ll need.” Alex got up, and followed Brandon up the narrow stair case, to his room, which was basically the entire upper level. He had a small set of weights, and a squat rack in the corner, with a thick mat, and a set of dumbbells. His bed was huge, and there was another TV mounted to the wall, with large speakers hanging off the peaked ceiling on either side. There were a couple rolling racks of dressier clothes, and two dressers against the wall, that the single window was on. Brandon dropped the towel on the floor by his bed, and went to the drawers, rummaging through.

    He pulled out a couple pair of boxers, and turned, tossing a pair to Alex, and quickly pulling the other pair on. His hair was still wet, as he pulled it up, knotting it on top of his head. He turned the tv on, jumping up into bed, and patting the spot next to him. “Hop on up Cuz. You like the food network?” “Yeah, sure,” Alex took his shirt off, and unbuttoned his jeans, slipping the boxers up over his briefs. “You’ve always been the smallest cousin,” Brandon poked his stomach, as he scooted in next to him. “Yeah, it’s obviously my Dad’s side.” “Well, you know we’re not actually related though, right?” “Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Your family is all so big.” “And fucking gingers, I swear. Thank God I got the darker red though.” Brandon tucked a couple loose hairs behind his ears. “I’m actually fuckin beat, I’m probably just going to crash. You can stay up if you want though, Cuz.” 

    Brandon slipped under the covers, and turned away from Alex. Alex waited awhile, then changed the TV to VH1, and watched some lame reality show, nodding off quickly, and crashing. He woke up the next morning, spooning Brandon, and after realizing it, slid away, and turned toward the stairs. “Good morning.” He looked over his shoulder, at Brandon, also looking over his shoulder. “Hey, sorry, I didn’t realize I was…” “Cuddling?” Brandon laughed, and turned over, facing Alex. “No, it’s cute, really. Just messing with you. It gets fucking cold up here overnight. I should’ve offered you a sweatshirt or something. “Nah, I’m good, honestly.” “Really? Cause your nips could cut glass.” Brandon reached over, and pinched Alex’s nipple. “Fucker.” “So do you want breakfast or anything? I’m not a cook, but I have cereal and bread.” “Yeah, that would be great.” “Fuck yeah.” 

    Brandon got off the bed, his dick poking out of the boxer leg, rock hard, and pulling the material up. “Aw shit, he’s ready for more. Fucker.” Brandon tried to pull the material, to cover his dick, but it was no use. “Fuck it.” He walked around the bed, dick swaying under the thin layer of material, and shrugged at Alex, as he went downstairs. Alex got out of bed, and put the boxers at the foot of the bed, getting his jeans and shirt back on. He went downstairs, and to the kitchen, where Brandon was standing in front of the refrigerator, his dick, proudly tenting in his boxers. He pulled out milk, and turned, handing it to Alex. He went to another cupboard and got out a few boxes of cereal. “Here are your options, Cuz.” He pulled out a couple spoons, and got a couple bowls out, putting them out on the table. He sat down next to Alex, who kept glancing down, noticing Brandon’s dick peeking out of the leg opening.

    “You keep gawking like that, I’m going to give you something to look at, Cuz.” Alex swallowed hard, and looked up. “Oh, sorry.” “I’m cool with it, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked what you saw last night.” Brandon winked at him, and poured some milk on his cereal. He started eating, still talking. “You jack off a lot?” “No, not really.” Alex too a big bite. “Really? When I was your age, I jacked off like three, four times a day.” Brandon rolled his eyes, and shook his head, smiling. “I couldn’t keep my hands off my meat.” He reached down with his free hand, and grabbed his dick, waving it back and forth through the material. “Literally, I came so much, I’m surprised I have any juice left.”

    They finished eating, and Brandon stood up, still hard, and cleared the table, putting everything in the sink, and walked past Alex to the basement, clomping down the stairs. Alex waited a moment, and hear Brandon calling him down. He got up, and went downstairs, to see Brandon naked, again, standing in front o fate tv. “You see this?” Brandon pointed at the cum stains, splattered across the screen. “This is like half a load I could’ve shot when I was your age, Cuz.” He started stroking his dick, again. “I fucking loved it. Every minute of being young. I fucked so many girls, and had so many blow jobs. I blew so many fucking loads, shit.” He staggered back, wiping his hair from his face. He almost looked intoxicated, and Alex was wondering what to do, if he actually fell over.

    “Fuck, I used to stand in front of the mirror, and just jerk of for hours, watching myself.” His breathing was heavy, and his eyes kept rolling back in his head. “I… shit, I can’t do it as much, fuck….anymore.” Brandon was breathing a little heavier, and slowed his strokes. His dick was dark red, and his body was starting to sweat. “This….one girl….fuck.” He grabbed his balls with his other hand, methodically pulling at each one, and then circling his finger and thumb in a. ring, around both balls, tightening his grip, and pushing them together, while he stroked the shaft with the other. “She….oh…fuck. she….said I was the best fuck….she ever had….but I….shit.” He stopped stroking for a second. “I always ended up humming in her ass, so I wouldn’t get her pregnant,” he smiled, and shook his head. “Fuck.”

    Brandon started stroking again, while Alex held onto the railing, wishing for something to happen, to distract from what was happening, but he just stood there, gazing at his beast of a cousin. “I loved to fuck her quickly, and then slowly up the ass.” Brandon was quickening his strokes, pulling his balls tightly, away from the shaft. “I even fucked a dude once….in….the ass…..fuck…..he was….so tight.” Brandon staggered toward the TV, quickening his pace. “He used to dress as a woman, and I’d fuck him in the ass like one, fuck!” Brandon started shooting his load across the TV screen again, aiming his dick back and forth, the hot, milk like spunk, splattering in gobs against the black plasma, slowly dribbling down to the frame. He stepped back, and sat on the coffee table, dropping his head down, breathing deeply, and started to cry.

    Alex walked over, sitting next to him, putting his arm over Brandon’s shoulder. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m losing my fucking mind, Cuz.” “It’s ok, shh…don’t even worry about it, I won’t tell anyone.” Brandon was softly crying, his head resting on Alex’s shoulder. “Fuck it, I’m sorry Cuz.” “No, I’m sorry. If I hadn’t snuck in last night, none of this would even be happening.” “No, no, you’re wrong. It’s me. I think I’m gay, and I just haven’t told anyone.” “You’re fine. It’s not their business, if you are or aren’t.” “No, but I want to tell people, I just haven’t. it’s so fucked up Cuz.” “No, it’s not. It’s called the world we live in. It sucks ass.” “Yeah, it does.” Brandon leaned in, and kissed Alex’s lips. “God damn, your lips are so soft. You should be kissed more often.” “I’m….No, I don’t really. I’m fine.” “No, Cuz, I’m saying, you should.” He kissed him again, and put his arms around Alex’s neck. “So soft. I love you.” “I love you too.”

    They hugged for almost half an hour, without saying a word. Brandon’s sweat had soaked through Alex’s t shirt, and his tears had seeped down Alex’s shoulders and back. It was a strange moment. He longed for this type of exchange, but the idea that they were cousins, but not related, was weird. He stared at the streaks of cum on the TV screen in front of him, and wondered what the actual fuck was going on. Would Brandon be ok? He had never seen this in anyone before, much less someone he thought he knew. But like Brandon said, they weren’t actually related. He felt Brandon lift his head, and the coffee table creaked as he stood. “Hey, let’s go upstairs, and clean up. Then I can help you take your things to your parents’.” Brandon put his hand out, helping Alex up off the table.

    The two went up the stairs, and down the hall, to the bathroom. Brandon still had an erection, as he started the shower up. He stepped in, under the water, and motioned for Alex to join him. Alex obediently undressed, and stepped in, feeling Brandon press up behind him, his strong arms wrapping around his chest, and his lips went to Alex’s ear. “I want to do so many things with you Alex. Would you let me in?” Alex swallowed hard, as he felt Brandons press up against him, his dick pressing down, sliding between the crack of his ass. “Oh my God.”


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  • The preacher

    “You’ll have to share your room.” “What?” “Alex, these are tough times for the church. They need our help, and you’re done with classes until August, anyway. It’ll be like having a brother.” “No.” “Alex, you’re sharing your room, end of story.” He finished making a sandwich, and went upstairs. The basement seemed like a perfectly fine place for an intern. His parents were a little too generous with what little resources they had, and this was just the cherry on top of a really sucky cake. 

    Alex and his Mom re arranged his small room, to accommodate two twin beds, instead of the full size he had. He downsized his dresser, so that they could install a second, smaller dresser in the opposite corner. A small table separated the twin beds, with an old lamp they’d found at a rummage sale. Alex went through his closet, and eliminated half the clothes he’d outgrown, or didn’t want, and pushed the rest to the back. He stored all his games and movies he’d collected, and by the time they were done, his room was completely transformed into a shared room from the 90s. 

    “Damnit,” he muttered, sitting on the end of his bed. “No cussing, Alex, I mean it. He just finished at the Pastoral college, and we don’t want him thinking we’re a bunch of Neanderthals.” “Ok, what does that even mean though?” His Mom rolled her eyes, and went back downstairs. He added the newly transformed room to his snapchat, with a short video. “Hey guys, I won’t be uploading anymore of my usual content for awhile, I’m babysitting a preacher, and here’s my new room. Fuckin gnarly.” “I heard that!” He added to his story, and flopped back on the bed, scrolling through his IG.

    He heard the doorbell ring, and ran down the stairs, to answer it. Pastor Craig was standing on their stoop, with the intern Pastor. “Good morning Alex, this is Calvin. He’s our new intern pastor.” “Hey, what’s up.” Alex let them in, and shook hands with Calvin. He didn’t seem that much older than Alex, and almost seemed like he’d stepped out of an old fashioned movie. He was a little shorter than Alex, probably 5’10”, with big gray eyes, puffy lips, and his ears kind of stuck out at the sides. He had his hair faded at the sides, and back, and it was messy, and curly on top. His plaid shirt was tucked into loose fitting chinos, and he wore brown lace up boots, with a matching belt. He had a faded leather duffle bag, with a missing zipper, and he’d fastened a leather belt around the middle of the bag to secure it. 

    “I can take your bag, if you want?” “Alex, maybe you could take him upstairs, and show him your room?” His Mom motioned for them to go upstairs. “Yeah, ok.” Alex led the way up the small set of stairs, and to the end of the hall. His room was pretty much the only living space in the upper level. They hadn’t finished the upstairs completely, so the other two rooms, were basically storage. Calvin set his bag down on the floor. “Which bed should I use?” “The one here, I like the window space. It’s nice to wake up to.” Calvin smiled, “I agree. Thank you for sharing your room. I know this isn’t ideal.” “No, it’s fine, honestly, I never had a brother, so I’m low key excited.” “Yeah? Cool. I have seven brothers.” “No shit?” Calvin tried not to laugh. “Oh God, I’m so sorry.” “No, it’s ok, I promise.”

    They had a nice dinner, and cheesecake for dessert. Alex and Calvin hungout in the living room, while pastor Craig and his parents talked at the table. “So, do you game or anything?” “Honestly, it’s been a few years. We can’t have a tv or anything at the college.” “Oh, sorry.” “No, it’s ok.They wanted us to focus on studies and abstaining from anything non christian.” “I get it.”  They talked about their families, and Calvin’s family lived in Oregon, so he was probably not going to see them for a few months, until he started getting his salary from the church. They had another piece of cheesecake, and then went upstairs. Alex showed him the unfinished bathroom attached to his room. “There’s no door, so if you want privacy, you can use the one downstairs. The towels and shower stuff are under the sink, and I always open the window, to let out the steam, otherwise it’s like a sauna in here.” Calvin smiled, and nodded. “It’s a lot nicer than the men’s room at school. The showers are all in one area, and they don’t even have a window, so you can’t even breathe in there, sometimes.” “Really? Wow, that sucks.” “You get used to it,” Calvin shrugged his shoulders.

    “Goodnight boys!” His Mom called from downstairs, and the hall light turned out. Alex got up, and took off his shirt, and jeans, draping them over the footboard, and adjusted his briefs, pulling back the bedding, and crawling in, plugging his phone in. “I have an extra charger, if you need, too.” “Oh, I don’t have a phone.” Calvin unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off, and hanging it up in the closet. He undid his buckle, and unbuttoned his chinos, slipping them down. Alex was surprised he wasn’t wearing underwear, but even more surprised that Calvin had a big dick, and balls. He had almost no body hair, except for some blonde, coarse pubes, that were darker around his crotch, and faded to peach fuzz, just below his naval. 

    Calvin calmly hung his chinos up, and hooked the belt loop over the hanger. He pulled his socks off, and bunched them up, looking around for somewhere to put them. “You can use my laundry basket, if you want, it’s just inside the bathroom door. “Ok, thank you.” Calvin walked across the room, his dick and balls swinging freely, and walked back toward the bed. He picked up his duffle bag, undoing the makeshift strap, and rummaged around, pulling out a sleep mask. He set his bag down, by the closet, and pulled back the covers, crawling in. “Goodnight Alex.” “Goodnight.” He put the mask on, and pulled the blankets up, turning toward the closet, away from the light. Alex turned the light out, and fluffed his pillow, scrolling through his socials for a few minutes, and passed out.

    The next morning, Alex woke up, smelling his Mom making bacon and eggs downstairs. He checked his phone, and pushed the blankets down. He looked overs being Calvin face up, with his mouth gaped open, breathing deeply. His mask was still in place, but the blanket had fallen to the floor, and he was tenting the sheets. Alex gawked at the massive erection, under the thin layers of cotton, and curiously lifted the edge of the sheets to peek. Calvin’s dick had a light pink tone to it, and almost seemed fake, because there were almost no visible veins. His balls were hidden from view, between his legs, and Alex could smell his natural musk. It had a tinge of sour odor, but wasn’t as obnoxious as Alex’s, if he didn’t shower every day. 

    Calvin’s dick shifted upward, and Alex let go of the sheet, and stepped back toward his bed, feeling his own dick starting to grow. Calvin snorted, and scratched at his chest, reaching around the bed, for the blanket. He sat up, pushing up the mask, realizing he’d kicked the blanket off the bed. “Oh, good morning,” he glanced over at Alex, who awkwardly waved, looking back at his phone. Calvin got up, and squatted to pick up the blanket, draping it across the foot of the bed, and got back in, boner and all. He pulled the blanket and sheets back up, adjusting his dick under the covers, and pulled the mask back down. 

    Alex sat watching him for a little while, wondering if this was like having a brother around. He got up, and went to the bathroom to pee, and came back, to see Calvin sitting up in bed, looking around. “I almost forgot where I was,” Calvin had a sheepish grin on his face, and sleep in his eyes. He got up, still hard, and walked past Alex, to use the bathroom. Alex heard him start the shower, and pulled his jeans and t shirt back on. He sat on the edge of his bed, scrolling through snapchat videos, and ads. Calvin showered quickly, and walked out, in a towel, and no sign of morning wood, but still an impressive bulge. He went to the window and opened it, winking at Alex. “I got it.” He walked across the room to his bed, and undid the towel, working it over his head, and shoulders, down his torso, around his crotch, and ass, and put each leg up on the bed, toweling each leg separately. Alex watched, seeing how cool, and casual he was, just no fucks given.

    The boys went downstairs, and helped Alex’s Mom set the table. Breakfast went quickly, and his Dad asked the boys to go with him to the store, to get some new hardware for some shelving he was installing in the basement. They ran a few other errands as well, and got back in time for lunch. They ate burgers and hot dogs, and then the guys went downstairs to work on the project. They had a few shelves up in no time. Calvin clearly knew what he was doing, with measuring, and leveling, and Alex helped organize the screws, and handing bits to his Dad, and Calvin, cleaning up in between installations. He only worked a cafe job before and after classes, and hadn’t considered a summer job, but with his new friend, he didn’t feel the need to get out of the house, so much.

    The basement was coming along nicely, and the humidity had been low, until about two o’clock. The guys started getting sweaty, and quickly smelled of body odor. They finished around five-thirty, and went upstairs, smelling chicken and potatoes cooking. “Smells good, honey,” Alex’s Mom crinkled her nose at them, “You boys need to clean up, and come back in a few minutes. It’ll be done by then.” She smiled at Calvin, as the boys walked by, shuffling up the stairs. Alex peeled off his shirt, and dropped his jeans. His briefs were clinging to his body, and sweat was dripping down his back, and ass. Taking cues from Calvin, he stripped off his briefs, and dropped all the clothing in the basket, in the bathroom. He started the shower up, and quickly lathered up with shower gel, covering his entire body, and shampooed quickly. 

    He stepped out, seeing Calvin standing just outside the door, naked, and waiting. He brushed past him, lightly grazing Calvin’s shaft, with his hand, but Calvin hardly cared, and stepped into the shower basin, starting the water up. He was done showering, before Alex was even dressed, and came out, quickly toweling off as well. He pulled out another button up shirt from his duffle bag, and another pair of chinos. “Do you want to borrow a t shirt or anything from me?” Calvin stopped, and smiled, shaking his head. “No, it’s ok. I have to dress modestly, and can’t reveal any form of my body, other than my hands, which I use to work.”

    Alex smirked, thinking of his standards for dressing, while he was completely comfortable being naked in front of another guy. “Thank you, though.” Calvin smiled at Alex. “You’re welcome.” Alex pulled on some sweats, and a t shirt, walking past Calvin, and going downstairs to the kitchen. His Mom gave him a hug, “that’s better.” She kissed his cheek. “Where is Calvin?” “He’ll be right down, he’s getting dressed.” They started setting the table, and Calvin helped with the plates. Dinner was relaxing, and Alex’s Mom had made some iced coffees for after dinner. They watched the news together, and turned off the tv around eight. “Alright boys, we’re going to bed. Sleep well.” Alex’s Mom gave them each a hug, and his Dad shook their hands. “Great job today, boys.” They went through the kitchen, to their room. Alex asked if Calvin wanted to watch a movie, or anything. “No, it’s ok. We should probably get ready for bed, since we’re finishing the basement tomorrow.” “Yeah, true.” 

    They went upstairs, and Alex took off his clothes, draping them over the footboard again, getting into bed. He adjusted his pillow, and sat propped, on his phone. Calvin did his usual, and bunched his socks up, walking them to the basket in the bathroom. He had a semi hardon, and paid no attention to it, as he walked back to the bed, his dick seemed heavy, swaying only slightly, while he walked, the balls were tighter, and closer to the shaft. He pulled back the sheets, and got in, adjusting his dick, before lying back on the bed, and pulling on his mask. “Goodnight Alex.” “Goodnight.” Alex turned the light out, and plugged his phone in, sliding down, pulling the covers up to his face. He woke up around four AM, having to pee. He turned the light on, hearing Calvin whimpering, and breathing heavy. He sat up in bed, looking over to see Calvin had kicked the blanket and sheets down, and had a raging erection, that pointed straight up toward the ceiling. His balls were high to the shaft again, and it appeared he had a pool of pre cum that had pooled in his blonde pubes.

    Alex got off his bed, leaning in for a closer look. The pre cum was dribbling out, and his dick shifted slightly back and forth. Calvin continued his whimpering, and moaning, and Alex could tell he was having a sexy dream. Calvins body was covered in goosebumps, and Alex started to pull the sheets and blanket up, but all of a sudden, small spurts of thick white creamy cum started pulsating out of Calvin’s dick head. They weren’t shooting out like a normal cumshot, but were more like pulsating dribbles. He was having a wet dream, right in front of Alex. He felt his dick hardening, while he watched Calvin dribble out a small load of spunk. It didn’t smell like regular spunk, either, and pooled quickly, leaking down the crevices between Calvin’s thighs and balls. It was becoming messy, and Alex quickly pulled the sheets and blanket up, letting them fall into place, over Calvin’s groin.

    He couldn’t pee with a hardon, so he got down on his knees, bracing himself on the toilet seat, and started jerking off. He tried not to make noise, but the rhythm of his jacking, made a slight hum of the toilet cover, against the porcelain. He held his breath, and shot a few ropes of cum into the water, letting out a heavy sigh. He wiped off his dick head, and got up, waiting a few seconds, for his dick to soften enough to pee, and finished his business. He flushed, and walked back to bed, getting in, and shutting the light off.

    The next morning, Alex woke up, immediately glancing over, to see if Calvin was awake yet. He was still sleeping, and appeared to not have a hardon this morning. Alex smirked, waiting for the moment when he’d wake up. He checked his phone, propping himself up in bed, hearing his parents shuffling around downstairs. Calvin yawned loudly, and sat up, pulling off the mask. “Good morning,” he looked over at Alex, who nodded. “I slept so well last night.” “Yeah, same. must’ve been all that hard work we did.” “You’re right, it’s good for man to work.” Calvin pulled his legs up, cringing slightly, lifting up the sheets. He let out a slight laugh, and groaned, “oh no..” He stood up quickly, and pulled the covers back, revealing a large, wet cum spot. The creamy spunk left a white residue across the sheets, and blanket. Calvin’s dick and balls hung low, and relaxed, his pubes crusted and dark, where his cum had dried.

    Calvin just stood there, wiping at his face, and pushing his hair back. Alex watched his body flex, the darker pubes clinging to his pale skin. “I had a wet dream last night.” He looked over at Alex, calmly. “Yeah, sure looks like it.” “Can you help me do laundry today?” “Yeah, no problem. We have extra sheets in the room down the hall, I can get them.” “Ok, thank you Alex.” Calvin stood there for a moment, a confused look on his face. He started to strip the bed, and rolled the blankets and sheets up, walking toward the bathroom, but stopped. “Should I just wait on this? Or would you rather, I put them in the basket with our clothes?” “No, that’s fine.” Alex was enjoying this awkward interaction. Calvin was a grown man, but seemed so child like at the same time.

    “May I shower first? I just feel like I need to clean up a little.” “Yeah go ahead. I have some lotion under the sink, too, if you want to finish off.” “Lube?” “Yeah, to jack off. You probably had a wet dream, cause you need to drop a load. You know what I’m sayin?” “Oh, masturbation isn’t appropriate for me. I need to maintain purity until I get married.” “What the?” Alex got up, walking over to him, in aw. “You’ve never jacked off?” “No.” “Bro, you’re not sinning by letting out some steam. It doesn’t mean you won’t be a virgin. Then you don’t have to worry about creaming the sheets like that.” He pointed down at the soiled linens. 

    “I’ve never, done that Alex. I feel it wouldn’t be appropriate to do so.” “I do it all the time, it’s not a bad thing. It actually feels pretty damn good.” Calvin furrowed his brows, and shook his head. “I wouldn’t. I can’t, sorry.” “It’s all good, I’m just sayin.” Alex sat on his bed, watching Calvin walk back and forth a couple ore times, before starting the shower and getting in. Calvin showered quickly, and got out, toweling off in the bathroom, and dropping his towel in the basket, before coming back into the room. He rummaged through his bag, and pulled out fresh socks, pulling them on. He slid on his chinos, and buttoned up his shirt, tucking it in, and adjusted his belt. He avoided Alex, and walked downstairs, to help Alex’s Mom get the table ready. Alex pulled on his sweats and t shirt, and joined them.

    The day flew by, and they finished the storage shelves and laid some laminate tiles in the large basement room. They had eaten a quick lunch, and were sweaty and ready for showers by three. Alex’s parents had dinner plans, and left around four, leaving some cash for the boys to order pizza. They ate their fill, and quietly hung around the living room. “Alex, can I ask you something?” “Sure, what’s up?” Alex put his phone down, and waited. “I’m…I’ve been thinking about what you said. I don’t want you thinking I’m a prude. I just have certain standards I’ve been raised to keep.” “I get it.” “I just wanted to clear the air. I’m not upset or anything, I just felt like you were trying to sway my beliefs.” “No, I promise you, I support your beliefs. I just see you with this hardon, and wondering why you never use it. You could probably work out a big load with that.” “What do you mean?” “Bro, you’re packing. I bet you’d shoot big loads with all that.”

    Calvin looked confused again, and Alex explained how well endowed he was. “I’m just average I think.” “No, that’s definitely not average.” Calvin had a slight smile on his face. “All my brothers and I are built the same, I just thought this was average.” “So you just all sleep naked, and walk around like it’s nothing?” “When you’re around men, you can be free. We only use our manhood to create life, with a female.” “So none of your brothers ever jerked off?” “No, but they are all married now.” “What did you do if you had a wet dream?” “We would just clean up, and go about our business.” “Did you all stay in the same room?” “No, we had four boys in each room.” “So you were the youngest?” “Yes, but we’re all within three years of each other. Two sets of twins.” 

    “Holy shit! So you shared a room, with your twin brothers?” “Yes, a set of twins who were a few months older than I, and our brother who was a year older than they were.” “Did you have bunk beds?” “No, we shared a king sized bed.” Alex’s eyes were wide. “So you slept naked, and had wet dreams, with all four of you in the same bed?” “Yes.” “Didn’t that seem awkward at all?” “It’s completely natural. The body does what it will. We just supported each other, and if we had to, we’d place a pillow between us.” “If you had to, for what reason?” “If you became erect, you wouldn’t want to arouse your brother next to you, or have any friction.” “How often did that happen?” “All the time.” “Oh my God. So you just dealt with it?” “Of course, it’s part of being male. You get aroused, and it goes away eventually.” “Did you ever have a wet dream, and you didn’t have a pillow between you and your brother?” “Yes, I’ve had that happen twice, but my brother constantly had wet dreams, and we woke up several times with a mess to clean up.”

    “Holy shit, dude. And none of you believe in masturbation?” “No, but they are all married, so I know it all worked out.” “What about you?” “I haven’t had the opportunity. School was my focus, and I haven’t met a woman yet.” “Well, you’ll meet plenty of women around here, and I’m sure they’ll enjoy your company.” “I would only court, not spend time with a woman alone.” “How will you know she’s’ the right one?” “I will only choose one, and she will be my wife.” “Wow, so no dating/” “No.” Alex shook his head in disbelief. He got up, and walked upstairs, gathering up Calvin’s bedding, and made his way to the basement. Calvin followed him, and watched as he set the washer settings. “Thank you, Alex.” “You’re welcome.” The boys went back upstairs, and Alex showed him where the clean linens were.

    They got ready for bed, and Alex stripped completely naked, getting into bed, and watched as Calvin did the same. He had an erection, as he pulled down his chinos, and hung his clothes up in the closet. He pulled the sheets back, and got in, staring down at his manhood. It arched up and down, pointing directly at his face. It appeared as if he were studying his dick, in wonder. “You really think this is above average?” “I know it’s above average.” Alex whipped his blanket and sheets away, exposing himself to Calvin. “I’m only six inches bro. You’ve gotta be at least eight.” “But you are not fully aroused.” “I’m telling you.” Alex started to pull at his dick, feeling it hardening almost instantly. “See?” He got up, walking over to Calvin, who intently looked at his dick. “Comparatively, yes, I’m much larger than you.” “Right, so you’re above average, because six inches is the average.” “How would I know how big mine is?” Alex went to the bathroom, and pulled out a fabric measuring tape, bringing it back to Calvin, and handing it over. “Oh, you actually measure it?” “Yeah bro, stand-in up, it gets the best measurements.” Calvin stood up, next to Alex, and looked down, curiously.

    Alex took the measuring tape, and pulled it out, holding it next to Calvin’s dick, which arched up, and back down, almost showing off. “Holy shit, you’re just over eight inches. Let’s see how thick you are.” Alex wrapped the fabric tape around Calvin’s shaft, quickly, feeling Calvin jump back, slightly shocked. “Oh wow, you’re five and a quarter inches thick, bro.” “What does that mean?” “It means, you’re going to make your woman a very fulfilled lady someday.” He gave Calvin a nudge, and got back in bed. Calvin stood there, with his dick standing straight out, looking down. He reached down, putting his waist around the shaft, and held his hadn’t up, in an ‘O’ shape. “That’s good.” He was admiring the opened hole of his hand, and sat back down in bed.

    “Yeah, I’m telling you, when you shoot your first load, she’s probably going to be leaking all day.” “You’re so vulgar, Alex.” “Well, I’m just saying.” “Goodnight Alex.” He looked over, as Calvin slid his legs into bed, pulling these sheets up, and his face mask down. Alex turned the lights out, and played on his phone for awhile, waiting for Calvin to fall asleep. When he was sure he heard the deep breaths of his sleep, he got out of bed, and creeped over, lifting up Calvin’s sheets.

    He moved the blanket off, and grabbed the sheet with both hands, softly gliding the fabric back and forth, over the smooth under shaft of Calvin’s raging hardon. Calvin stirred, and he stopped, waiting. Calvin’s dick arched up, as if wanting more, and the deep breathing began, again. Alex started to slide the soft sheet back and forth, in a soft rhythm, Calvin’s dick responding repeatedly, arching up and down again. Alex worked the sheets down, exposing the head of Calvin’s dick, and he noticed it had begun to leak pre cum, again. He quickened his pace, keeping attention on Calvin’s breathing, as well as the response of his dick. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he knew he couldn’t take the curiosity anymore. This horse dick was needing release, and he wanted to see how much cum it would shoot. 

    He was thinking about changing up the pace, when Calvin grunted, and a shot of cum flew out, hitting Alex in the face. “oh fuck!” He whispered. Calvin’s dick was still for a moment, and then started jerking up and down, as it pumped out a thickest load Alex had ever seen. The cum hit Alex a few times in the chest, dripping down to his abs, and into his pubes. He got hard instantly, watching Calvin’s dick shoot out shot after shot of creamy, somewhat clear spunk, quickly soaking the fitted sheet he was sleeping on, and dripping down the side of the bed. Alex watched, until it was evident, the orgasm had subsided. He pulled the sheets and blanket back up, and went into the bathroom.

    He squatted down, to dig for his towel from earlier, tasting a sweet, and salty flavor on his lips. He curiously wiped his finger up his chest, putting it to his mouth. Calvin’s cum tasted so sweet, he started licking up more of it.He wiped up every bit of cum he could find on his body, and ate all of it, toweling off the rest of his body, and going back into his room. He slipped back into bed, and pulled the covers up.

    The next morning, he woke up, curiously peeking over his shoulder at Calvin, still sound asleep. There was an obvious stain on the carpet, and side of the bed sheets. Calvin was in deep sleep, having been emptied out the night before. The room had become hot, and humid, and there was definitely a heavy smell of spunk in the air. Alex sat up, and reached over, to open the window, feeling an instant breeze, drawing out the hot air. He laid back on his bed, waiting. It was a few minutes later, Calvin started yawning, and groaning. Alex looked over, to see him stretching his arms out, pulling off his sleep mask. He looked over, “good morning.” “Hey, what’s up.” Alex waited, curiously, as Calvin stretched out his legs, the same cringe on his face, as he pushed the bedding down. “Aw, no.” He go off the bed, his dick and balls almost crusted to the side of his peach fuzz covered thigh. He looked down, in horror, at the mess in the bedding. 

    Alex got up, glancing down. It didn’t look that bad the night before, but this morning, there was a massive stain, with the obvious outline of where Calvin had been sleeping. The top sheet was heavily stained as well, and Calvin leaned over the bed, looking at the mess down the side, and on the floor. He covered his wiped at his face and hair, and shook his head at Alex. “This has never happened before, I swear.” “Did you feel anything while you slept?” Alex pretended to wonder. “No, not a thing. In fact, I feel like I’ve never slept better. I feel refreshed, and…alive.” Calvin smiled, and rolled his eyes. “This brings me back down though, I need to start sleeping with a towel or something.” “Maybe you just need to jack off, bro. It would make all this stop.” “No.” Calvin started stripping the bedding off, and left the balled up linens at the foot of the bed. He went to the bathroom, and started the shower up. “This is going to be a long Summer,” he said from the open bathroom. “I can’t wait,” Alex called back, smiling, as he fell back on the bed.


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  • The Guy Outside Kwik Fit

    Kelvin had popped out for some much-needed groceries and as it was nice evening, he decided to take the long way home. On his way he walked past a Kwik Fit Service Station, which was usually full of fit mechanics who were always waving and saying hello, as he got his car served there. Now though it was closed and standing outside were two Eastern European men.

    One was about 40 bald wearing a pair of loose trousers and he had a round Phat Ass which initially attracted Kelvin to him as he was sucker for Big Butts, but he was a little bit too rough for him and he looked like he needed a good wash. The other guy however was about 30 6ft 2 slim with short dark hair with beard and was nice looking with dark eyes and a cracking cheeky smile. He was wearing a Green Jacket and Grey and White Track Suit bottoms and when he turned round, he had a decent sized Bubble Butt.

    “Oh, fuck he’s Gorgeous” Kelvin said to himself and he could not stop staring at him which was noticed by his pal and when they walked off, he followed them for a bit. Both of their asses bounced, and his eyes was glued to the younger guys rear. Fairly quickly coming to his senses, he stopped following them and walked home as he did not want any trouble.

    All night he could not stop thinking about the guy who he thought was from Eastern Europe possibly Romania. Going to bed he wanked off over the guy thinking about him and memorising his smile, the way that he walked everything about him, and he was intrigued. “I will probably never see him again” he said to himself, “mores the pity” and he fell asleep and woke up still thinking about him and tossed off again.

    His 9-inch dick was hard, and he wrapped his hand tight around it and squeezing his nipples. he came with a heavy load over his stomach and grinned. He got up saying out load “Stop fantasying you idiot, your 45 and far too old daydreaming about having a relationship with a hottie like that.” Kelvin was a light skin black guy of Caribbean descent and was in ok shape, although he could so with losing a few pounds here and there but he like drinking his beers so that would be a struggle.

    He got ready and left the house and the Station he bumped into the same guy who he was wanking over this morning, who was walking in front of him and his eyes were eating up his Bubble. They got on the same carriage on the train. “Stop Looking, Stop Staring at him” and of course he just couldn’t. The guy frowned and looked at him in hostile manner, so he moved down the carriage and went about his day. Later on, his way back home, he got on the same train as the fit guy and he found himself staring at him again. “This is ridiculous stop it” he could not help himself staring at him though.

    For the next month he kept bumping into him when he was alone and with his friend. Finally, he went up to him and said “Hello.” “What do you want” was the sharp response? “Oh, Nothing I was just saying hello” and Kelvin went red with embarrassment and turned round and walked off. He avoided the guy after that until another month had passed and he heard someone calling him. “Hi,” the voice said, and he turned around and was face to face with the man who had the same cheeky smile.

    “Hello” Kelvin asked, “are you ok?” “Yes, well no, as I lost my job today” and his voice trailed off. “Oh, what happened and what your name?” “It’s Silviu,” “mines Kelvin nice to meet you.” “Where is your mate?” “Oh, him that asshole he has gone and has left me in the shit.”” Why what happened?” “You don’t want to hear about my problems.” Kelvin noticed that Silviu was looking a bit rough and had dark rings about his eyes. “Tell me what’s going on?” and he looked hesitant.

    “Where are you living Silviu” Kelvin asked him gently? “Oh, I am staying with few friends and as the weathers ok, I am now sleeping in the local park.” “Oh, Shit that bad news” and thinking with his dick he said, “come on come home with me and let’s get you cleaned up.” “No, I” and he falter. “Come on mate lets go” and they walked to his home which was nearby. Kelvin knew he was taking a chance as this man was stranger and his mate looked well shifty, but life’s about talking chances isn’t it?

    “Right” he said when they were inside “Silviu go and take a shower and I will wash your clothes and will find you something to wear.” “Ok” he said not questioning it and stripped off and handed his clothes to Kelvin who eyes were glued to his fit tight body. “Have you check your pockets?” but he was already in the shower, so he emptied then and placed all the items including his ID on the table. He placed his clothes and his trainers in the washing machine. He found some clothes a pair of underpants, a t shirt and a pair of sweat shorts and laid them out on the bed in the spare room.

    When the man came out of shower wrapped in a towel his heart flutter and he said “pull yourself together man he needs help not you lusting after him like some silly schoolie loser, but my goodness he is fine.” Silviu was clean and smelt of fresh soap and his dark hair, beard and his brown eyes was sparkling, and he looked like he had a decent sized packet. Kelvin wanted to jump on him but restrain himself as he did not want his head kicked in, as you never know with these straight guys.

    He had a bad experience a few years ago, with a fit as fuck guy that he picked up on the train him one night, turned nasty when he touched him wanting initiate sex. He just managed to get out of his home and had to call the police who arrested the guy. However, he did not want to press charges just wanting to forget it and never pick up a random stranger again as it was too dangerous. Why he was taking a chance with this guy he did not know?

    “Mate your clothes are in your room which is upstairs the first bedroom on the left and I left clothes on the bed which I think will fit you.” He walked upstairs and got dressed and came downstairs. “Are you hungry?” “Yes, ok I will cook,” and he did and made him some grilled meat, potatoes and salad and he wolfed it down. “Do you want some more as I made plenty?” “Yes, I am still hungry.” “When did you last eat?” “A few days ago,” he admitted.

    “Oh Hell, tell me what happened” and he did. He spoke good English and his story was the usual, he came here with his new girlfriend for work and everything was going ok until he met up with some new pals and started taking drugs and drinking too much and got arrested and he was kick out of their flat. Alarm bells started ringing and seeing Kelvin’s face he said, “I don’t see those people no more as they were bad news.”

    “Yeah look Silviu, I got to tell you a few things.” “I’m Gay” “Yeah I know as you have been looking at me for a few months now.” “Yeah I know sorry about that, but you are a nice-looking man and really fit” and he blushed. “Don’t worry I know you are into women and you just confirmed this by telling me about your girlfriend.” “I can’t have drugs in the house, and I have no problem with your drinking but not too much.” “You can stay here until you sort yourself out ok, but I don’t like too many people coming into my home but if you have girlfriend to stay over that’s ok.”

    “Why are you doing this?” “Because I like you” Kelvin said “and sometimes in life you have to help others who need it and you will do the same someday I bet,” and they spent the evening talking about their lives. Silviu talked about life back in Romania which he missed but there was no work there, hence whey he came to England. A few hours later they went too bed. Kelvin so wanted so badly to go into Silviu room and to jump into bed with him but fought against it. He got up early and walked pass the guys room and he was sleeping and look so peaceful and he had to stop himself from climbing into bed with him “saying let it go man.”

    Things settle down for them and living together was ok and they found their rhythm. Silviu had few females round and was respectful and Kelvin could hear them laughing and having sex, which he felt funny about but said “what did you expect you silly fool he a heterosexual bloke that loves women, so get over it” and they were always gone in the morning.

    A couple of months had passed and one night he was sleeping and woke up to find the man in bed with him. “What’s going on” he said sleepily, “is everything ok?” “Yeah, I wanted to thank you for being so good to me.” “Yeah that’s ok I don’t expect anything” he said, “I know but” and he pulled Kelvin towards him and his mouth latched on to his. “Are you sure Silviu?” “Yes,” he said firmly “you have been good to me” and he started to touch him intimately nuzzling his mouth and neck turning Kelvin on.

    Hesitantly he stated to touch the sexy hairy Romanian man back and stroke his body and ran his hands over his back taking him all in. He had fantasied about the man for months, so did not want to rush things. He stared at the man and smother his face with kisses and his eyes were open staring at him. He pushed him off and said “Silviu are you sure you know I have wanted you ever since I laid eyes on you, but please don’t do this if you think you have too!”

    “Shut up Kelvin, you talk too much!” And he pushes him over, stripped Kelvin night shorts off and was lying full length on top of him, their hard cocks clashing against each other. Silviu had a nice prick which was leaking precum and Kelvin spread this all over the man’s erect prick which throbbed in his hands. They shared slow sensusal kisses and he felt deep connection with this guy and not knowing why, but not really caring. Reaching at the side of the bed he located some lube and prepared himself by insert a couple of fingers inside of his rectum and greased the guys prick.

    Pulling his legs back as far as he could, he directed Silvius’s prick into his hole and breathing deeply pulled him inside of him and lock him in before he could change his mind, as he was thinking at any moment this sexual encounter could end. Kelvin was expecting a quick 2 minutes fuck and then the fit Romanian bloke would piss off back to his own bed, but instead he received a slow sensual fuck with the man’s hot kisses and the intimate touching continued and he shivered with lust and anticipation.

    They continue to look at each other and he surrender his whole self to the intimate experience and grasped Silviu head kissing him and he was wild with desire. “I got to enjoy this while it lasts,” he thought and he felt the man ejaculating inside him and he tensed up thinking “here we go, he will get off me now.” This was not the case as he continues thrusting inside him and Kelvins ass was turning creamy inside and he came himself.

    They made love for hours and surrender to each other completely not holding back and fell asleep spooning and waking up and have more hot sex. In the morning without a word Kelvin straddle Silviu and rode him hard and rolled under him and urged him to pummel his man pussy out, crying out in passion as an anal orgasm his first in years hit him for six. “I Love You” he said in his lovers ear and reach for his lips and twisted his nipples urging him to take him as hard as he could and he did, so that his sloppy hole was pushing out hot trade winds and he had another anal orgasm taking his Romanian lover over the edge.

    After another 15 minutes of smooching and laughing they got up and hit the shower and let on made passionate love again. Kelvin could not stop touching Silviu hairy body exchanging kisses and dropping down, sucked him off and rimmed him as often as he could, which was reciprocated. They made love all day and night for a week and were so happy for a while.

    Alas, as life always does, a curve ball was thrown, and Kelvin came home one night, to find Silviu and the man that Kelvin first saw him with in his sitting room. The man said “hello” and said something to Silviu in their native tongue and left. Silviu was quiet and he seemed far away. “Hey what’s up, what did he want?” and he explained that the guy was in fact his brother in law and his sister was Silvius’s wife and they had 2 children who were suffering back home. “He said I need to step up and support them as they are suffering, and he is right.”

    Kelvin was taken aback but said “he is right you need to be there for your family.” “I know, he said “but I don’t have enough to send for them as my job pays little really”, and he looked miserable. “I have some money saved” as he was working, “but it’s not enough to live and support them.” “Come here” Kelvin said hugging him “don’t worry we will think of something.” “He loved this man and did not want to lose him, but realised this was going to happen, but he would ty too help him out and let him go and knew it would hurt.

    As it happened, his good friend Ann who he worked with was renting her house out. She had 3 houses and her tenants had just moved out of one them. He was talking to her about the situation and she said “look they could live in this house for now, and she gave him a low-cost rent. “Are you sure” yes I need tenants and the last ones were ok but moved area and I should really go through an agency which is an hassle, but will take a chance” “Oh I could kiss you” Kevin said and have her a massive hug.

    He called Silviu and gave him the good news, but also feeling sad as he would be moving out to be with his young family, but those are the breaks. The next week his wife Sorina and their two children turned up and Silviu moved out into their new home, and he only saw him rarely now. He was ok but the intimate contact was over, and he missed him dreadfully and he had a psychical pain which just would not leave him, and he realised it was the separation, but it just had to be.

    Kelvin just got on with his job and went on as few dates, but nothing came of them and he went on holiday with some friends to Greece and had decent time. He had sex with one of the hotel staff a nice man called Krios who had dark curly hair which covered him all over and he had a great time, but it was just not the same as there was not connection, not like with Silviu and he was sad. Coming home to an empty house was depressing and he drank more than he should have for a few weeks and he wanted to call his ex-lover but left it. One day he got up and said, “enough sort yourself out” and he threw himself back into his work and his old life.

    9 Months had passed, and he was having dinner and watching television, when he heard the bell ring. “Who could that be” he said to himself and opening the door there stood Silviu with bag and they looked at each other and that was it ,no questions were asked as he pulled him in and they made love right there in the hallway not realising the front door had not been closed properly.

    The neighbour Jim next door hearing the sexual moans, saw the door open and peered in and smiled and closed the door, happy for Kelvin. What he observed was him on his back, clinging to the dark hair Romanian man Silviu “think he is called,” who was pumping steadily into him. They always said hello to and thought he was nice fellow and they were a nice couple.

    He could see that Kevin had missed him dreadfully and hoped he was back to stay and said so to his wife, leaving out the part about seeing Silviu thrusting hairy bubble butt ,as he plunged into Kelvins accommodating Man Cunt. Later that evening, as Jim went to bed, he said to himself, oh good they are back together in that he said genuinely happy for them and hearing their cries of passion as he heard them fucking the whole night long as could their other neighbours. Turned on, he wanked off recounting their fucking on the hall floor and came all over his hairy chest, as his wife snored besides him not stirring.

    Kelvin and Silviu after they came a few minutes after Jim closed the door earlier, got up and picking their clothes up dump them and the bags in the nearest room, and headed to bed, and made love again and both cried. “What happen” Kelvin asked later and Silviu told him that he and his wife had spoken and agreed that he ‘needed to come back to his man as she could see that he was unhappy’.

    Besides, they did not really get on as they had not lived together for a long while. Plus, his brother in law told her about Kelvin and she confronted him. She did not give her blessing but said “go be happy as life is long” and it turn out that she had met someone, a man from Bulgaria called Stoyan who moved in the following week. It helped that he and Silviu got on.

    “I missed you so much” Kelvin admitted as did Silviu and they both cried some more tears of happiness and that was that, they were now back together as a couple.

    “Yes, Kelvin thought to himself” thank god I have him back as Silviu ejaculated inside him for the fourth time that night and had no intention of stopping and continue to kiss and plowed into his man passionately as Kelvin held on to his hairy thrusting bubble butt and saying “thank you Kwik Fit.”

    The End

  • The lost island

    I awoke with a headache, my mind swimming, and wondered where I was. I remembered being in a pub, waiting for a friend, and now I was lying on a single bed, under a quilt, in what looked like a basement prison cell. I was naked, though not cold, but in the bad grey light I could see nothing of mine, no clothes, no personal effects. I stood up on the bare floor, and I could see that I was in some kind of dungeon, behind floor-length bars, in a cell with just the bed and a basic lavatory. I felt cool air on me head and touched bare scalp where once had been a full head of hair, skin expertly wet-shaved within the last twelve hours or so as I could feel no stubble. My eyebrows had been trimmed. My face was shaved and the beard had gone. I dared to touch the rest of me. It was the same story on my arms, chest, tummy, legs and backside, and when I touched my crotch not only had every pubic hair been removed, so that I was as vulnerable as a boy, but there was a sore, burning area just above my cock, and what appeared to be a tattoo. My cock was also encased in a steel cage over which sat a padlock, a cage which stretched my balls, allowed me to piss but stopped me from enjoying a full erection.

    Some lights went on. Two burly men, both as naked and as hairless as me, like me wearing cock cages, but also slave collars, came up to me. Both had stun guns, which they made sure I saw, and was carrying handcuffs.

    “Put these on”, one said. He was older than, but exceptionally fit-looking. I looked down at his cock, squeezed into a cage, and noticed that he had a tattoo just above it. It was a single word, but in a language which I did not recognise. My hands were cuffed behind my back and I walked between the two other men, who did not say a word.

    I was taken outside across a yard where lots of naked men were exercising, and into a three-storeyed building, where I was led upstairs to a big, empty room. A collar was put around my neck and chained to a post in the middle of the room. The two men left silently, and I could not help admire their muscular buttocks and strong backs as they retreated, and then cursed as I felt my cock grow stiff and meet the restraints of the cock cage. I did not know where I was or why I was there, but there was at least no shortage of hot fit men, if I could ever get my cock free.

    I waited for about ten minutes before a tall, very strong man came in, flanked by two more burly men who were also hairless and naked save for a cock cage. The first man was naked too, but he was hairy and wore no cage, his huge cut cock flopping down over a massive pair of balls. He came up close to me, felt my pectorals, biceps and balls.

    “A good specimen,” he said slowly. “Well made. You have a slave mark now, which means SLAVE in Greek, and you have a collar. However, the kind of slave you are depends on you. Most are worker slaves, who work outdoors in the fields farming or building. Some, and these slaves are always castrated, are house slaves, who clean and cook. Some are sex slaves, whose only purpose is to provide sexual services, either to me and the other masters, or to the worker slaves. The remainder are warrior slaves, who are the only ones who can ever become masters. You look to me like you could be a warrior slave.”

    I looked at the man with interest. He was showing me a way out. He looked back at me.

    “If you want to become a warrior slave you must win your first three fights. The first will be a wrestling contest in which you must either knock out your opponent for force him twice to submit. You will both wrestle naked in front of all of the masters and the other warrior slaves, and once you have won you will fuck your opponent in front of us all. The second is also a wrestling contest, followed by a victory fucking. The third is a gladiatorial battle, and again you must disarm your opponent and fuck him. Win all three and you become a warrior slave.”

    “What if I lose one?”

    The man smiled. “Lose one of the three fights and you become a worker slave. Lose two and you become a sex slave. It is up to the winner to decide whether he keeps him as a sex slave for himself or for everybody. Lose all three and you become a house slave.”

    House slaves, I thought, are castrated, so after you lost your first two fights you were fighting for your manhood in the third fight.

    “You are allowed to train for four weeks before your first fight, two more for your second, and two more again for your third. At any time up to the second fight, you can pull out, but you become a sex slave for the workers. You can’t pull out after the second fight. What do you say?”

    “How long do I get to think about it?”

    “Not long,” said the man. “Today one of the sex slaves who services only the masters will show you around the estate. You will be free of the handcuffs but the cage stays in place. Later, the new slaves fight. You will watch that. Afterwards, you must make up your mind.”

    The man left. I admired his back and arse and wanted to push him to the ground, pin him down and spread his legs, shoving every inch of my cock into him until he whimpered as I shot spunk into his guts. For now, though, I was in chains. In time another slave came in, a short, beautiful smooth boy with a mouth made to suck cock, and released me, and told me to walk with him. He said that his name was Pawel, and he had an accent which sounded Slavic. He was younger than I preferred, but his sweet smile and lovely golden body charmed me. Again, my cock was straining in my cage. Pawel noticed my discomfort and laughed.

    “When you win your three fights you can pick a sex slave,” said Pawel. “I would like you to choose me. Then we can get your cock out of that cage and play properly.”

    The cage just got tighter. I tried not to think of sex but I found that I was in a world of fit, naked men. They were of all ages and colours, but even the very oldest ones, who seemed to be in their early seventies, looked fighting fit and virile. The estate, wherever it was, and I was suspecting Spain or Italy by the hills and the light, which made me wonder how I had got there, as I last remembered being in Manchester.

    I am circumcised anyway, but I noticed that all of the men were circumcised, without exception, and nearly everybody wore a cock cage with a padlock. One exception was for the house slaves, whose cocks hung free, but as they were castrated, there was no spunk to be wasted. All of the men were also completely shaved, except for the masters, though I noticed an exception for beards had been made, which made a lot of the men even sexier. All of the men were also tattooed just above their cocks, with the same generic tattoo as mine, with another tattoo on their shoulders which indicated their slave status and their identity. Many bore tattoos from their earlier lives, faded bluish patches in the skin of the oldest men, tribal tattoos on the shoulders, backs and arms of some of the middle-aged ones, full sleeves on some of the younger ones, and one with a full body tattoo which started at his neck and spared his hands and feet. Some bore bad prison tattoos and many bore tattoos of the logos of football clubs, amongst which I saw West Ham, Sunderland, Millwall and others from Europe. The Millwall supporter was a beast of a worker slave, with an arse I wanted to fuck.  Diet, physical work, exercise and plenty of uncomplicated sex kept the men fit. Pawel explained that becoming unfit and overweight was not an option: even the house slaves, who did not have the benefit of testosterone, had to keep fit. The result was amazing: regardless of whether the man was naturally ectomorphic, mesomorphic or endomorphic, they all seemed to have made the most of their physiques.

    Pawel took me around the estate. There were a number of construction projects, where worker slaves swarmed over half-completed buildings and other structures, where health and safety collided with dress codes. The construction workers wore hard hats, high visibility vests, tool belts and safety boots, but nothing else. I was fascinated watching some scaffolders high above me, their cocks and balls in cages flopping about as they moved around, their arse cracks opening and closing. Further along were fields, where more worker slaves toiled, although they were allowed to wear big conical hats. We walked to the sea, where there was a beautiful beach, where I walked with Pawel, all the while wanting to get out of my cage and fuck him senseless on the sand, and he knew it.

    The estate exported a number of goods and services, and was run for the benefit of all according to their needs. The masters no more profited out of the trade than the slaves, but there was no doubt that the estate was rich. Wine, beer, fruit, cereals, meat and vegetables were sourced from the farms on the island, but building materials, for example, had to be imported, along with medical supplies and much else. In exchange, the estate sold semen, pornography, marble from a mine, wine and spirits. Semen banks across the world were very happy to take high quality semen from fit, athletic men who did not smoke and hardly drank, and who were totally anonymous. Warriors and the fittest of their sex slaves supplied the semen as required, standing in stalls with teats attached to their cocks, which were vibrated until they ejaculated. The warm spunk was taken away, bagged, labelled and frozen before being sent away. I wondered how I would feel being treated just as a commodity, but felt relaxed about it.

    Pornography was a big business as well. Again, the warrior slaves took part, this time together with their sex slaves. The products ranged from vanilla, with some of the younger sex slaves in twosomes, through to BDSM groups and some serious stuff. I was looking forward to starring in some of the films!

    In late afternoon, Pawel took me to an indoor arena where the masters, the warrior slaves and their personal slaves were lining up to take their seats around a circular floor, on which were laid rubber mats. After I took my seat and looked around, Pawel explained that today was a day when a new batch of captives would fight their first bout. Lots were drawn to see who fought with whom, and the order of play was put up on a large board above the spectators. There were to be twelve fights, man on man, with the first to obtain two wins by either throwing his opponent out of the arena, falls, which meant holding the opponent’s shoulder down for a count of three, or two submissions. It was also timed, so if it was a draw at the end, the referee would ask each to fuck the other and the crowd would be asked whom they preferred, based on how they fucked. If there was an outright winner, the winner had to fuck the loser there and then to claim the win. The referee was a master, a hairy giant who stood naked in the middle of the arena as the first two men were brought out, their muscles gleaming, their cocks in cages. The giant released the cages, and explained the rules.

    The men circled. I felt my cock get stiff, and Pawel reached over and stroked my cock head.

    “I can’t wait to see you fucking the loser,” he said.

    The fight was hard. Both men fought themselves into the ground in the five minutes allotted, but at the end one forced the other to submit with a Boston crab straight out of World of Sport. Declared the winner, he immediately seized the loser and forced his cock into the loser’s arse. He claimed the win and was through to the next round. I was impressed with the physicality and fitness levels of both winner and loser, and looked forward to that moment of triumph when I got to fuck somebody I had just beaten.

    The second fight also took place, and again, within a few minutes a winner emerged, but he was unable to fuck the loser. That was an interesting development, as on the island there was no room for men who could not perform sexually at the drop of a hat, unless they became house slaves. Winner and loser went away. A few minutes later there was a rematch, with the same result.  This time the winner successfully fucked the loser, with a little bit of venom, and took the round.

    “What would happen if he failed again?” I asked Pawel.

    “The loser would get the chance to fuck him and take victory. If you can’t perform, you end up as a house slave.”

    That made sense.

    The last fight took place outdoors, in a gladiatorial-style arena where the men fought on reddish sand, watched by masters and warrior slaves, together with their own slaves.  Two men came in, one huge and black, the other a white man with a bad attitude, and the black man quickly won. The loser was grabbed, kicking and screaming, by four huge men, and carried to a stone block, where he was held down, pleading for mercy. A fifth man approached as two of the men held the loser’s legs apart, opening them up. The fifth man, the cutter, sliced off the loser’s scrotum amidst screams, and after he had passed out the wound was sewn up, and the loser carried away to recover and be inducted as a house slave. Pawel said that that particular slave had been very badly behaved, and the winner would be eating his balls in a mushroom sauce that evening, which was apparently the way to serve a man’s testicles. I wondered whose I might eat.

    By the time of my first fight, I was fighting fit. My abs were bursting through the skin of my tummy, my arms, shoulders and pecs were bulging with muscle, and my legs were unusually powerful. Four weeks of intense gym work, fight coaching and callisthenics had done their work. When I was led out with my opponent, a stocky black man with huge pectorals, I was ready to destroy my opponent and fuck his sweet hole in victory. We were release from our cock cages, and faced each other. His name was Olu, and he was a migrant from Nigeria who had been caught and sent to the island. He looked strong and fit, but I was focussed on his strong black arse and my first fuck in weeks. We began. Olu was quick. He grappled me, almost forcing me out of the ring, but I held firm, tripped him over and forced his shoulders to the ground, holding for a count of three. After that, he came back harder: nothing like being one sixth of the way to having your bollocks chopped off for incentivisation. Again, he almost forced me out of the ring, but again I held, feinting and then lifting him completely out of the ring. A siren went. I was the winner! I forced Olu on to his knees, pushed his head down on to the floor, and slid every inch of my erect cock deep into his hole, feeling the sphincters open, hearing him gasp, and then began to fuck for the first time in weeks, and to fuck a big, strong, naked man whom I had just beaten in combat. I only lasted a couple of minutes before I came, four weeks of stored spunk washing out into his lovely hole. I hadn’t finished though: I withdrew and stood up, and made Olu kneel and blow me, to the appreciation of the crowd as I fucked his throat. Pawel was standing, applauding, wanting his turn. Whatever else happened now, I was keeping my balls.

    My second fight took place two weeks later and I was even fitter than before. My opponent this time was a big, thickset Brit, a football hooligan covered in Chelsea tattoos. He was quite a bit bigger than me, and not yet that fit. Again, like Olu, he tried to run me out of the ring, but for the first attack I just feinted, and he fell out by himself. After that, he was more cautious, but he moved slowly and waited for me to come at him. I had to try something else, and I was looking forward to ripping open his hole and fucking the spunk out of him. He wasn’t beaten, though, and in a lapse of attention I let him run me out of the ring. Worker slave or sex slave status loomed up. Sex slave was alright if you were a sex slave to warrior slave, but sex slave to the workers, who just treated you as a spunk receptacle, was not always that great. I needed beat this big oik, and I wasn’t likely to get a fall. We circled round and round, and my moment came when he slipped on a patch of oil. I rushed over, grabbed his arm and twisted it so hard he submitted on the spot.

    “On your knees and take my cock,” I sneered at him, and parted his big arse, pushing my cock deep into his hole. He grimaced and squirmed as I began to pound away, grasping his hips, fucking him till I came with a huge explosion of cum. Again, I make him kneel as I stood and forced him to suck me off. This one I made gag with my cock, but I held him in place, fucking his mouth, feeling his fight for air, his nose squashed against my tattoo, my hand firm on the back of his shaved head. After a few minutes I came, holding his head in place until he had swallowed every drop of my spunk, then I let him go. Still erect, I raised my arms in celebration.

    My third fight took place two weeks later in the arena. My fight was scheduled for late afternoon, as the heat was beginning to dissipate, and beforehand we were cleaned, shaved, massaged and oiled, and given some opportunity to practise. At length my turn came, and I ran out, waving a shield and a sword, to cheers from the masters. My opponent followed, also with a shield and a sword, his brown skin shining from oil, muscles rippling under his skin. He had been working hard, and I knew that he was fighting for more than me. If I lost, I would be consigned to working. If I won, I would be up there with the masters, whereas he would be summarily castrated and sent to clean and cook and serve. He could afford to lose even less than me.

    We began. We circled each other on the red sand, and both thrust forward and parried with shields. He lunged. I back away. He suddenly went down and took a swipe at me, narrowly missing my legs, I felt a rush of adrenaline and began to sweat. He wanted to hold on to his manhood. I looked deep into his eyes, but at that moment I realised that he knew he was going to lose. I feinted, went forward, and hit him with the flat of my bare foot. He stumbled. I went over, stamped on his sword hand, kicked away his shield and stood over him, the tip of my sword at his throat. I looked into his eyes.

    “You win,” he said loudly. “If I am never to be a man any more, I would like to serve you.”

    The judges heard him. I looked down at his sweating, muscled body, his heaving chest, and his long, flaccid cock over his balls, which would soon be whipped off and taken away to be served to me later in a tasty mushroom sauce. I put a bare foot on his belly and laid the tip of my sword on his balls, and looked at the judges.

    “Take him as your house slave, if you wish,” said one of the judges.

    I looked down: “I shall enjoy eating your balls and you can serve me.”

    I moved quarters that evening to the house of the warriors, into a suite of rooms with a bedroom for me, a room for the two slaves, a shower and a lavatory, and a playroom. A plate of testicles in mushroom sauce was brought to me and I ate them slowly, savouring the taste. After I finished, Pawel kissed me and produced the keys to our locks. He undid his first, pushed me on to the bed, and straddled me, holding me down as he kissed me long and hard. He worked down my body, licking and nibbling my nipples, which have always been wired to my cock, so that my erection now threatened to break open the cage, but of course my cock was stuck fast.

    “Not yet, master,” Pawel grinned as he tormented me with his tongue, running it down my tummy and belly-button to my cock. He licked head, gently sucked my balls and licked the crack between my balls and my legs.

    “Let me out!” I cried.

    “So master can fuck me?” said Pawel. “Okay, then.”

    He unlocked the padlock and opened the cage. My cock sprang free, and in a split second I was covering it in saliva, drooling over Pawel’s crack. I took him like a dog, easing my cock gently into his hole, feeling the sphincters give way, feeling him tremble as I took control, fucking him faster and faster, my balls slamming into his perineum, deeper and deeper, hearing him moan and cry out, until I could hold on no longer. With a cry I came, spurting weeks of spunk deep into his beautiful arse. When I slowed to a halt, I felt his cock to see whether it was still hard, but it was softening as he had come too.

    We lay down side by side for a few moments, until Pawel began to kiss me and feel my cock, which began again to harden. This time he filled his arse with lubricant, and the next fuck was slower, silkier and softer. By dawn came I had fucked him three times more. I was starting to like my new life.

  • New Guy at the Pool Party

    It was your typical Sunday afternoon pool party in Phoenix. Clothing optional. Forty or fifty naked gay men milling around, about half of them cooling their urges in the pool or sitting around the edge dangling their feet in the water and their dicks in the air. The other half lounged in chairs under the loggia or paced around the patio bar or the food table just inside the sliding glass doors. It was early yet, and I had arrived only about 20 minutes before, so I wasn’t ready to jump in just yet. Oh, I had stripped down like most everyone else, but I sat on the patio with a towel wrapped around my waist waiting for the right motivation to come along.

    Frank, one of our hosts, weaved his way through the clusters of men until he reached the little circle where I sat. We passed the usual amenities. He thanked me for coming, and I thanked him for inviting me. I was grateful for the invitation because I had only been in Phoenix for a few months. Even so, I had made good connections and had gotten into the gay community rather quickly—fast enough that I had gotten to know, or at least to meet, most of the guys at the party.

    With the obligatories dispensed with, Frank turned to continue his rounds when he was approached by a strikingly handsome young man. “Frank?” he asked. “I’m James. We chatted online last night, and you invited me to the party.” From what I could gather of the conversation, James was even newer in town than I was, and this was his first foray into the Phoenix gay community. It was not that he was shy; he had just been too busy getting settled in his new job and home to find the time to get out.

    Now, I’m just your average, everyday, ordinary guy. I’m not bad to look at, but neither am I an Adonis. At 61, I still have all of my hair, and it’s still more brown than grey. I’m not a muscle stud, but I’ve been told more than once that my workouts at the gym have kept my body in pretty good shape—for a man of my age. I’m still carrying a little too much weight, but I do get compliments now and then on my pecs, biceps, and especially my quads. I never take these comments as actual compliments, but as mere pleasantries. They’re nice to hear, but I don’t really take them too seriously.

    James, on the other hand, was to die for. Oh, he didn’t look quite like a super model, but it was obvious that he never had any problem getting dates. He was what you might call “comfortably handsome.” Mid to late 30s, clean cut, medium length strawberry blond hair, brown eyes, fair complexion, about 6’2”, sparkling smile, mellow voice, not overly muscle bound, but well toned. Oh, and he had a beautiful cock. I can say that he had a nice body because as soon as Frank went on his way, James began to strip right in front of me. I made a valiant effort to constrain my excitement.

    Once he was completely naked, James strolled over to the pool and dived in where the crowd was thinner. Most of the guys were at the shallower end of the pool, closer to the bar. I just knew that James would not be alone for long. He was probably used to turning heads wherever he went.

    You can imagine my puzzlement when no one approached him. Oh, that won’t last long. In a couple of minutes, he will be surrounded by naked men hoping to be his pick. Believe me, I know what it’s like to be the new guy and no one approaches you or tries to make your acquaintance. I’ve been there countless times. So, when no one approached James, I grew more and more uncomfortable. I decided to give it a few more minutes, but when they passed and James still stood alone at the end of the pool, I concluded that it was up to me to bring him into the circle. I stood, dropped my towel, and headed for the pool.

    Now don’t get me wrong. I didn’t go with the intent to hit on him—not that I didn’t want to—but it was definitely apparent that he was way out of my league. I just thought it would be rude to leave him estranged from the party.

    I began the conversation by welcoming him to the valley and exchanging the usual small talk. I offered to introduce him to some of the other guys and began to point out some of the ones I thought he might be interested in—Evan, the CEO of the local Pride organization; Steve, a realtor; Carter, a financial planner; Chester, director of the gay chorus; Moses, the restauranteur; and so on and so on. When I turned to face the crowd to see who I might have missed, James threw me for a loop. I never expected the warm caress of his manly arms around my naked body, his hands gently massaging my pecs and his generous dick rubbing against my bare ass. What the fuck? Of course, I know that some young men do like older men, but this was totally bizarre to me. This guy could have anyone he wanted. What could he possibly want with me?

    I was only there to help him ease into the crowd, not to make it with him, and yet he was all over me. One of his hands slid down my torso and groped my balls before stroking my growing cock. I was at a loss to know how to react. I must have looked awfully silly to him when I turned to face him, but instead of laughing at me, he pulled me close, grinding our dicks together, and kissed me ever so lovingly on the lips.

    I wish I could offer you a vivid description of what happened next, but to be perfectly honest, I was so stunned that his beautiful young man had taken an interest in me that I must have dazed through the next half hour. All I remember is that we ended up at my apartment, where he picked up where we had left off.

    He completely seduced me, not aggressively, but in the most loving way. Actually, I like it when a man gets a little aggressive with me, but with James, that was totally unnecessary. I was putty in his hands.

    On the sofa in my small living room, James kissed me again, now sliding his tongue between my lips and into my vulnerable mouth. As he explored my mouth, he ran his strong but gentle fingers through my hair and rubbed my back with his embrace. He kissed me on the neck and licked his way from there to my ear lobes, which he gently nibbled. Though he had already rendered me powerless back at the pool party, he continued to seduce me like he would not be content until I was totally drained and defenseless.

    He slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed it before licking his way down to my sternum and then my nipples, which he ministered to one at a time. Continuing his tour of my body, he licked down to my navel, which he probed lovingly. He unbuckled my belt, opened the fly of my denim shorts, and played with my pubic hairs as if he had never seen pubes before. After removing my shorts and briefs, he worshipped my cock, running a single finger ever so gently up and down the shaft, purring like a kitten as he did.

    When his tongue finally licked my rod from the base to the crown, I thought I would jump out of my skin, the ecstasy was so overpowering. And he hadn’t even taken it in his mouth yet. When he did that, I knew I had died and gone to heaven.

    Feeling that I had to break the spell before I completely melted between the sofa cushions, I reached for the buttons on his shirt, but he stopped me with a gentle grasp of his hand. Before I knew what was happening, he lifted me off the sofa and carried me into the bedroom like a groom carrying his new bride over the threshold. He laid me on the bed and finished undressing me. Then, as I watched in complete awe, he slowly removed his own clothes, giving me ample time to admire every feature of his physique.

    Once we were both completely naked, he stood at the foot of the bed just staring at my naked body, worshipping it with his eyes. My body. He told me how beautiful I was and how lucky he was to have this opportunity to share this special moment with me. He bent over and kissed my toes before working his way up my legs to my crotch. He licked my perineum and then my balls and took each one in his mouth one at a time. He licked my cock again, but only once before he rested his body on top of mine, our dicks pressing against each other. Then, he kissed me again. And again. And again. He kissed me until I thought my cock would explode from the pressure.

    Satisfied with his oral conquest, he knelt at my butt and lifted my legs up above his shoulders. He whispered sweet nothings as he rubbed his stiff rod against my eager rosebud, driving me absolutely insane. His spit on my hole and his cock provided all the lube we needed. Then, he entered me, slowly at first, and when he had completely penetrated my tunnel, he began to sway in and out, stopping just short of completely exiting and then re-entering to full measure. He continued this pace until I begged him to fuck me harder.

    He picked up the pace, faster, harder, until he was pounding his manhood so far into me that I felt like we were one, and from the look on his face, he felt the same way. I never wanted it to end, but at the same time, I wanted to feel him explode, spilling his seed of life deep inside of me. And when he did, he collapsed on top of me, pressing me into the mattress. When he apologized for the pressure and attempted to roll over, I stopped him. I wanted his body to remain pressed against mine forever.

    I knew it was just a one-night stand, but I wanted it to be a night that would stretch into eternity. I fully expected him to get up, get dressed, thank me for a good fuck, and be on his way, but he didn’t do that. He did roll off of me, but then he rolled back over and pulled me into his embrace, where I fell asleep. When I began to wake in the morning, still in something of a haze, I smiled at the dream I had just had. I knew that he would be gone once my eyes were finally open, but he wasn’t. He was still there, curled up against my body.

    He woke up with morning wood, as had I, and before I could say a word, he apologized for falling asleep without satisfying my needs. I assured him that my needs had been more than adequately met, but he insisted on finishing the job, so he sucked me off.

    I offered to make him some breakfast, but he said he had to get to work. When he left, I knew I would never see him again, but I cherished the hours we had spent together.

    That night, as I was putting away the dishes from my dinner, my phone rang. “James? What…. How did you get my number?”

    “I called Frank and got it from him,” he said.

    “So, what can I do for you? Did you forget something? Leave something here?”

    “Yes,” he said. “I left you. Can I come over?”

    I was stunned, but of course I said yes. Within seconds, my doorbell rang. James was standing there, hanging up his phone.

    We spent the rest of the evening talking and getting to know each other. It seemed like it was more than just a one-night stand. He was genuinely interested in me, and, of course, I was interested in him as well.

    I knew it was just a passing thing, but 15 years have passed, and it’s still a thing. I am now 76, and at 52 he is just as dashing as ever.

    Oh, my lord. Look at the time. Please excuse me as I have to go. The caterers will be arriving soon to set up for our monthly pool party. I told James that I really didn’t need a big fancy house in Paradise Valley, but he insisted. He said that he needed a place where he could entertain clients and business associates, but the fact is that we host our friends far more than his business contacts.

    Oh, I know what you’re thinking: he was just after my money. But the fact is that he makes more money in a month than I ever did in a year, always has, even back when we first met. This beautiful home was, in fact, his wedding present to me.

    I told him that we really didn’t need to hire caterers, that I was perfectly capable of managing our parties. “Yes, I know,” he said, “but you need to be focused on welcoming and entertaining our guests. It’s what you do so well—your concern for other people, especially the ones who might otherwise get overlooked. It’s what drew me to you in the first place. It’s what made me fall in love with you and the reason I love you more today than ever.”

    Every night when he comes home from work, we discuss our day’s activities over dinner, maybe watch a little TV or read, and then he takes me to bed and makes love to me just the way he did that first time. When I shared with him that I do like a man to be a little aggressive sometimes, he said, “Well, we can fix that.” So now, he makes sweet love to me every night, and every morning before going off to work, he sucks me off and fucks me like a sailor on his first day of shore leave. I still can’t believe how lucky I am.


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  • You just Hit My Car You Phat Ass Fuck

    Doug look out of his window and saw his neighbour from 2 doors away hitting his car as he was parking and it wasn’t the first time that he had done it. The last time he confronted him for doing the same thing, they had a blazing row outside the house and all of their neighbours came out to watch them, and he really embarrassed by his response as he completely lost control. The Arrogant Dumb Fuck denied his accusation telling him in his foreign accent which grated on him, that he must be mistaken and to ‘prove it’ “that I hit your old car idiot.”

    Doug wanted tear his head off but could not risk getting arrested which would not go down well with his employers, so he was really frustrated. This occurred about 2 months ago and his neighbours seeing him ‘losing it’ was shameful. Doug was a 35-year-old with Dad Bod with dark hair which was thinning by the day and had dark blue eyes. He was a hairy fucker with a five o’clock shadow. He dressed quite conservatively for his executive role in a big firm in the City which kept him busy and he did not suffer fools gladly.

    “That Fat Arrogant Fuck” he said to himself and this time before he ran out of the house to confront him, he needed proper proof. After the incident stated above, he invested in some CCTV and checked it and saw exactly what had happen, thus gaining the proof that he needed.  As he had not long been in from work and it was Friday evening, so he said to himself “I’ll sort it out in the morning.”

    The guy who by now he despised, had moved into his neighbourhood about a year ago. He was tall, wide, and fat and he wore in Doug’s opinion some garish foreign clothes. He was about 25 maybe 26 and he was not sure where he was from, but he could be either Greek, Italian, Bulgarian or someplace where he did not care about and wish he would fuck off back there as he was irritating the hell out of him.

    He wasn’t ‘Racist’ he reckoned, but this ‘Dick Head’ really got his goat. However, it could be ascertained that Doug clearly was racist, which he tried to hide living in multicultural neighbourhood. He knew however that moving to a more conservative white only area would bring more drama that he did not need so he reckoned “I might as well stay here, besides the ethnic men around this neighbourhood are so Hot.”

    It did not help that the Guy who hit his car and his 5 pals and their girlfriends were making a racket playing some funny sounding music loudly which hurt his eyes,  and they were dancing and having fun. He had to admit some of the guys pals were hot, all dark haired and hairy and enjoyed being around each other which he liked a lot, though more than he was willing to admit. They were generally having a good laugh, which infuriate him somewhat. He was getting more and more frustrated and angry and so wanted to confront him, but as they say revenge is best served cold when least expected.

    So, the next day about 10.30am, he saw the guy looking worse for wear hungover and holding his head. He was wearing long baggy T Shirt and a Jean shorts which kept on riding down his Fat Ass showing off his red undershorts which clung to his fat ass cheeks. “Hey Buddy, I want a word with you.” “What not you not today, go away” he snapped holding his head? “Ok I just call the Cops then yeah?” His face dropped and he looked panicked. “Hey, Hold On Wait, oh my god my head, What do you want?”

    “Come inside and I will show you, you first” Doug ordered, and he followed the man into his house and his eyes were burning into his big ass which wobbled. “Sit” he said, and the chair barely contained his oversized butt cheeks. He put the television on. “You hit my car again” he snapped. “Oh, not this again I did not hit up your Stupid Car” he started to raise his voice, until he was shown the CCTV evidence. “Shit” Doug heard him say and he could see he was trying to think of a way out and he put his head in his hands and groaned as he had a heavy night and he planned to go out today ,as he promised his girl they would go to the beach at lunch time.

    Eager to get away, he said “Ok I pay you for the damage, what is the price?” Doug said a price. “I don’t have that amount of money.” “Yeah well that car you own, would have cost enough and you were partying hard with alcohol and drugs making a lot of noise last night, with your group of Hot Dumb Ass Buddies.” “That must have cost you enough cash so cut the crap” he said assertively. “I don’t have the money” the guy repeated “and what do you mean my ‘Hot Dumb Ass Buddies’, you American Faggot.”

    Doug pick up his phone and pretend to dial the cops. “Yes, Police Please and my emergency is” and before he could say anymore the panicked stricken look on the guys face made him hang up the pretend call. “Please I can’t mess about with the cops otherwise I will go back to jail and be deported.” He had been arrested twice before and the third time meant it would be game over for him in the United States and he knew it. Besides, he had a good life here, a job that paid well and good friends, which he did not want to lose.

    He was sweating like crazy hungover, and his bearded face and big eyes were looking at Doug with glimmer of hope that this older Gay Man would be swayed by his, in his opinion cute boyish looks. He knew he was gay, as he keeps on seeing men coming and leaving his home and there was no wife or girlfriend about that about that he could see. “Stupid Fag” he said to himself.

    He stood up and said “I can’t play you now but I have to go to pick up my girlfriend to take her out to the beach and I will come by you later to sort out how I pay you.” “I don’t think so as you won’t come back, and you made me look like a fool in front of the neighbours a few months ago.” Looking at Doug’s face he could see that he was serious and as he had forgot about their altercation, a few days later after bad mouthing him to his friends, this was a surprise that the guy was still upset.

    He felt a little bad, as in his culture you did not disrespect older folk and he could see that Doug was still upset. “Sorry I upset you, what can I do to make it right.” He saw the man looking at him and felt uncomfortable. “What your name?” “Borka.” “Well Borka do you want a drink, a beer?” “Yes please.”  He gave it to him and asked him, “where are you from?” “Bulgaria in Eastern Europe.” “Ah what’s that like?” “Ok but there no work or money there and my cousin who lives here, sent for me” and he was looking more relaxed.

    “Oh, do you work?” “Yes, in garage” and he stood up and stretched and his hairy stomach was displayed, and he turned round looking about room flashing his red underpants and the man eyes latched on to them.  “Do you live here with your wife?” “No, I’m not married and live here alone since my partner moved out.” “Oh, are you queer?” “Yeah, I am.” “Oh ok” he looked surprised? “So, you suck cock?” “Yes and Eat Ass.” Borka sat down looking stunned and his sphincter snapped shut.

    “You mean?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I do, and I love it, have you ever eaten your girl’s ass out?” “NO WAY That’s Nasty.” “Why?” he shrugged struggling to find the word thinking is this guy’s joking and seeing his face he knew he was serious. “I tell you what, if you let me eat your fat hairy ass out, I will take off some of the money of money that you owe me?” He was looking at him in his eyes, and without thinking he touched his face running his hand over the Borka’s stubble and lent over and planted his lips on his staring at him.

    “When do you have to go to meet your girl?” “In about an hour.  “Great let’s get these off” and he pulled him up and he tugged the guy t shirt off and undid his belt and unzipped his shorts and tug them down and stripped his red undershorts off. Borka stood their stunned, naked and was stoic and Doug squeezed and pinched his fat man tits and caressed his neck and belly. He was thinking “any minute this big lug is going to punch my head in,” But he was too busy dealing with this turn of events, his hangover and how was he going let his girl and his friends know that he was going to be late for their trip and how soon could this ordeal be over.

    His cousin Boyan who saw him go into Doug’s house laughing his head off and would be less than amused to see this was happening to him now. They were similar, but he was slimmer and much more muscular than Borka and was born in the USA. Doug stripped and was hugging the guy and was grabbing his fat ass which was massive. “Kneel on here,” “What” “Kneel down you Fat  Bulgarian Fuck” and he position him exactly how he wanted him on his knees on the sofa, his legs spread wide, his ass up and open showing off his dark hairy ass hole and his ass was covered with dark fur.

    Looking at the hungry desire in the older guys eye he shuddered thinking “let’s get this over with AND I will laugh about it with Boyan and my Friends later.” “Mmmmm” he murmured as his Dank hole was attacked by Doug’s thick tongue which latch on and started munching at his hole. He was quivering at the intensity that he did not expect. “Hold On Stop” he cried. “No way you have a ‘Tasty Fat Cunt’ and I have got only 45 minutes ,before you go and meet your girl, so shut up and push back in to me and shake your Fat Ass” and embarrassed Borka buried his head into the back of the sofa and the beer had taken the edge off his hangover. He pushed back ass ordered and felt a glow go right through him.

    Doug’s face and head were being smother by the guys meaty flanks and if he could, he would have stuck his head up his Ass quite literally. Borka heard somebody squealing and realised with a start that it was him. He never felt anything like this and reached back and pulled the man’s head into him almost smothering him and would not let go. Doug was in ASS heaven and was sucking, chewing, teasing and inserted his long tongue deeper into man fat, sweaty, puffy hole and pushed harder into him.

    Borka was determine not to enjoy it but the way the man was teasing his sensitive anal lips and was plunging his tongue deep into his ass snatch, which was opening and closing like flower, he squirmed. The ass eating was intense, and the man’s thick tongue tickled him making him giggle and squirm further. His sweaty tasty ass pussy was tongued fucked out for a further 30 minutes and he was overcome by the sensation of it. What a picture this was, seeing Doug head buried as far as he could into the straight Bulgarian man ass snatch.  

    As Doug continue munching on his sweaty crack, Borka looked at the time and thought “oh fuck I’m going to be late” and his phone started to ring. He was too far gone to answer it and thrusting his ass back, he ejaculated on the sofa cushion below him and cried “oh fuck, oh fuck” and Doug continued his full out assault on the man ass hole , whilst manhandling his big fat hairy ass cheeks smacking them hard. He came up for air and said, “it looks like you got to go and meet you girlfriend?” “Yeah, I got a few more minutes” the Bulgarian muttered not wanting to leave.

    “Borka I want to fuck you in your fat ass as you have the tastiest juiciest ass cunt that I have had in a long time.” “I know you must go now, but maybe you can come and see me later and we can work off some more of your debt.” “What with my Ass?” “Yes, as I want to fuck you?” “No that is not on.” “Fair enough what do you think of my eating your ass out?” He had to admit it was a turn on. “So, image after the pleasure as I put this inside you, and he pointed to his enormous cock which was 12 inches of phat hard meat.

    The Bulgarian gulped and said, “I can’t take that big thing,” unable to take his eyes of it. He pulled him up and handling his sweaty bod and grabbing his fat rump Doug murmur, you can and it will fit in perfectly in your Ginormous Ass, so come back later and let’s see how we get on.” “I’m not” he gulped but he wanted some more of the ass eating as it felt good. “Maybe I” and he made a wanking motion “can I do this?” “NO, I want to be inside of your Big Ass Cunt” Doug said in stern tone, “but yes you can wank me and maybe suck me off.” Borka shudder and got dressed and left.

    Half an hour later there was knock on the door and Boyan was at the door. “Can I come in Doug?” “Yeah sure.” “What’s up, well you had my cousin in here Borka, what did you want?” and he told him? “He is Young, Dumb and Foolish, give him a break.” “OK Why was he here so long” he said. “We were talking about your home country” and out of the corner of his eye he saw his cousins large red undies on the floor. He guessed straightway what was going on as Borka look sex flushed, as he left his neighbour house and was sweating ,so he had to run and change his clothes and ran out to be with his girlfriend and friends. Boyan asked himself “what he had been doing for so long, as he failed to answer him and ran out of the house looking embarrassed.

    “Doug have you been banging my cousin?” he accused? Doug look at him and said, “No why do you asked?” “As his underpants are on your floor and he had a band of sex sweat on his face when he came home.  “He does not like men he is heterosexual and loves women.” “Ok What do you mean?” “I said ok, but he tasted great.” “What do you mean he tasted great?” “I Mean that your cousin has a Fat Sweaty Ass, which I have just eaten out and made him cum.” “I did not fuck him, so go away yeah.”  Doug was tired and fed up and by now he should have been balls deep in the guy’s fat sweaty ass hole and his dick was throbbing. Yet this guy was in his house irritating him, and as all he wanted to do was have a shower, to toss off and to have a short nap.

    Looking directly at Boyan, he said “do you want me to eat you out as well? “Withing hesitating, he cried “Yes,” as he loved his ass being eaten out and told Doug that only the other week one of his customers wanted to thank him after he fixed his car personally.  He worked at the same garage as his Cousin, as the Manager. “He said no problem it was a pleasure come in my office to settle up” and one thing led to another and the guy blew him and ate him out, making him squirm. He had to bite on his knuckles, trying not to scream as his co-workers, 8 big bulky Bulgarians were just a few feet away. He came twice and the guy left with big smile on his face. “Hey what were you up to in there, Fucking him in the Ass?” Georgi and Kostadin Identical twins shouted, and he stuck his fingers up them and closed the door and cracked out another load.

    “That was amazing” but alas he had no one to talk to it about. Now all he could see was his Cousin Borka fat ass smothering Doug’s Face. “I wonder if he sat his Big Ass on his face?” as his cousin had a large rump, he said to himself. “What are you wating for then, drop your pants” and although Boyan’s Ass was smaller, it was just as tasty and like with his Cousin, who Doug really preferred, he was soon munching away and he was harder on the guy and was in ASS heaven for the second time that day and was sucking, chewing, teasing and inserted his long tongues as far as it would go, into the man’s puffy hairy hole. 

    He was on his back, with his hairy long legs were hooked under his arms thus displaying himself fully. Doug knew he could push the guy further and started sucking him off and fingering him. He managed to stick 3 fingers inside his hole which felt stretched and the small button inside him was stroked and the combination sent Boyan over the edge and he came and did not hold back wailing the place down. His legs were still spread wide open and Doug was still fingering him, and he was moaning loudly.

    “Hey, calm down you bring in the neighbours.” “I can’t you too good and so out of order fingering my asshole like that.” “Shall I remove them?” “No keep them in my ass. “Don’t you mean your Man Cunt?” he smirked. “My Man Cunt” he laughed. “Am I better that my cousin?” “I don’t want to say,” and the man’s face fell. “Look you are fitter, and he drives me crazy with his Bad Boy attitude, but you are something else really.” Which made him blush.

    “Yes, you are Cousin” Borka snarled waling in and catching them. “What, so you are into guys now you queer” he started raising his voice. He was in a pair of swim shorts vest and towel and perspiring with the heat and his face was red and he was scowling. “To think I can have stay with my girl and came back to ….” and he stopped. “You came back to what to have your FAT ASS EATEN OUT BY THIS GAY MAN?” “Oh, you’re an Asshole, Bastard,” and a torrent of swearwords in their mother tongue were exchanged. It was fascinating to watch them arguing and shouting with each other and Doug was turn on.

    “Calm down Cousin, it not as if I am screwing your women is it?” “That is not the point, it is bad enough that you keep on hitting on my girlfriends and now you are doing the same with my ‘ Ass Eating Man friend here, and am robbing me of getting my fat ass eaten out again as well as the possibly of me getting fucked in my man cunt with his foot long prick.” He stopped looked at his cousin and started to laugh realising what he had confessed to, and that set off all three of them off roaring with laughter.

    “ Oh Cousin, that’s so funny  ‘Your robbing me of getting my fat ass eaten out again’ and when since did you want to get fuck in the ass by a Man.” “Ever since this afternoon, when I saw that and can’t get the sight of it out of my head” and Doug’s 12 Inch Dick was standing at full mast, spewing pre cum which dripped on the floor.  “God Damn Doug who knew you were so well hung, may I and Boyan touched it and it throbbed in his hand. “Want to try it” he said? “No Way, that’s too big.” “What about you Borka?” “YES” he said straight away. “I’m prepared” and without hesitating he adopted the same position as earlier on in the day making his Buttocks shake.

    Doug was straight in there going harder than before and inserted several fingers and urged him to breathe and push back and greased him up, and his previous preparation was useful. “Guide me into your Cousin” and Boyan did but first inserted his own fingers inside his cousins moist hole which sucked him in almost trapping him and he slapped his fat ass several time and mutter in their language “I am going to be inside you tonight, so no argument!” “Yes Sure”, he replied and gulped as Doug entered him and got three inches inside him.

    He inched in and out and in further and out and manage to get 8 inches inside him. “I can’t take not more” Borka cried grimacing when the man penetrated him and hit a barrier ,so he stopped and backed out and started to slot inside the fat Bulgarian man savouring the man’s body mass, loving the feel, touch and smell of him.  He pulled his shoulders up and made the man ass bounce and wobble as he crashed into him. Boyan watching them was jealous and felt left out and got up to go.

    “Cousin where are you going?” “Home as you are happy with your man.” “Don’t be like that I’m only doing this as I own him loads of cash and need to pay him off.” “Really as it looks like you want him to yourself.”  As this was in their native language Doug could see things were tense and he was still sliding in and out of the fat guys big ass. Just then, in walked his cousin Matt who was hung an inch less than him.

    “So, these are you new man friends then” he said.  “Yeah how do you know them” “When Boyan is my neighbour and this is his cousin Borka.” “Nice Hi Guys, you’re from Bulgaria yeah.” “Yes, I fucking love Bulgarians, hey where are you going?”  “Home!” “No Way, Doug promised me that you love getting your Man Cunt eaten out, but you don’t want to get your Ass Banged Out, is that so? “Well I have not tried it as I’m not gay!” “So what, why should women have all the fun, come here” and tugging his clothes off he attacked him with his lips, tongues hands and whole body and with some seductive chat ended up inside the man who was able to be taken far easier that his Fat Ass Cousin who was still struggling.

    “How do YOU know this guy again” he said pointing to Borka. “Oh him, he just moved in two doors down with his hot Cousin who your fucking, and I said to myself earlier ‘You just Hit My Car You Phat Ass Fuck’ it’s too long to explain.”

    “Fair Enough, Ok Let do this “and they both slam fucked the Bulgarian Cousins to an Anal Orgasm.

    “SO how much do I own you Now” Borka moaned.? “Nothing there was no damage” Doug laughed as he plunged back into the Guys Fat Bulgarian Ass ejaculating inside him.

    The end