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The company I worked for had several factories dotted all over the place. After ten months, however, I had never been sent to the smallest of our tool producing plants. There was an ongoing joke at the company about visits to this godforsaken plant in the middle of ‘hick-land.’ Unsurprisingly, I was eventually sent to the small town on a three-day, two-night visit. I worked in the computer division of the company and several upgrades needed to be made at this plant. There were only two motels in ‘Hicksville,’ and apparently, I was staying at the better of the two.

In all honesty, the place wasn’t all that bad. My room was large and the enormous bed was extremely comfortable.

At around eight p.m. on the first evening, I entered the pub/dining area to have my dinner. It served traditional pub grub, but to my surprise yet again, was far better than I had anticipated.

The clerk at the reception desk informed me that they had live entertainment, and that ‘Minstrel Mike,’ was their current entertainer on a nightly basis. Mike performed from six till eleven every evening. Mike, as I would soon see, took a fifteen-minute break at a quarter to the hour, after completing his forty-five-minute session. Mike alternated between the keyboards and a guitar and had backing tracks to enhance his performance. I was again, pleasantly surprised by his skill and proficiency as he entertained the patrons.

Mike had a deep and pleasant voice, and his repertoire was varied and extremely enjoyable. On an impulse, I asked the waiter for a piece of paper, when I heard Mike say that he did take requests.

I scribbled down the name of two songs as a challenge, wondering if he would rise to the challenge. The first song was one of my grandmother’s favourites and was a Billy Joel classic from the nineteen-seventies, entitled; Just The Way You Are.

I watched entranced as he finished the song, before once again glancing at my piece of paper. With a laugh, he then announced that he had received another request from the same person. He further went on to say that he didn’t have a backing track for my second request, but would give it a go on the keyboards and that he hoped like hell that he still remembered all the words.

As he began to sing the song, in a higher key than he had formerly used, I was delighted by his masterful interpretation of the song. Naturally, when he finished, I gave him a hearty round of applause.

Mike wore his long hair in a ponytail and had a full beard, which wasn’t all that appealing to me. His plaid shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots, also led me to believe that he was straight, in any case.

When his third shift ended at a quarter to nine, he arose and walked in my direction. Naturally, I asked him to take a seat at the table and offered to buy him a drink in recompense for his efforts.

Close-up, I was stunned by how good-looking Mike was. Above all else, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his very sexy hands. They were big and broad and looked incredibly strong. Over the next fifteen minutes, we briefly exchanged life histories and I was surprised that he wasn’t married or involved or in a relationship. Something about him, however, intrigued me and my ‘gaydar’ was picking up a vibe from him. Please understand, that I am not one of those nauseating gay individuals who believe that all men are ‘to be had,’ given the right circumstances or their alcoholic intake.

Before Mike resumed his performance, I made another request, asking him to play the Fred Neil song Everybody’s Talking, made famous in the classic movie from the late sixties, entitled; Midnight Cowboy. 

This request met with his approval and he also had the backing track.

At a quarter to ten, he once more joined me and we continued our enjoyable conversation before Mike left to perform his last stint.

“I hope you’ll still be here when I finish,” he said before leaving.

“Only if you sing; Guitar Man,” I joked, now on a roll with the old classics. My granny would have been proud of me!

He did perform it, and his rendition of this David Gates masterpiece from 1972 was fantastic.

When he joined me at my table after his session had ended, it was clear that the workforce was keen on going home and so we made our way to my suite rather rapidly. Although we had not spoken about sex up to this point, I was sure that he was joining me for more than just a nightcap.

What astonished me about Mike after this point was how upfront he was. Without dallying, he told me that he was bisexual and had a strong feeling that I was gay. In honour of his frankness, I confirmed that his intuition was spot-on.

Once in my room, I poured us each another drink from the stock in my bar fridge. As we sat and chatted, it became clear that we enjoyed the same music.

“Will you be here tomorrow evening?” he then inquired.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Well, then what are your requests for tomorrow?” he asked.

“Do you know, ‘Blowing in the wind’?” I asked.

“Fuck, buddy, I am a Dylan fanatic,” he answered.

“Me too,” I replied.

“Well, is that all?” he answered challengingly.

“Well, why don’t we add a bit of Elton, as well?” I answered.  

“Which one of his songs?” he asked, inquiringly.

“Rocket Man,” I instantly replied.

“Fuck, Travis, I think you and I should get married,” he countered.

“Wow, Will I be able to afford all the tips?” I mockingly replied.

“Well, you can pay me in kind,” he answered, playfully.

“And how will I do that?” I challengingly answered.

With that he got off his chair and joined me on the sofa.

“Maybe like this,” he said before he commenced kissing me.  

The ardency of his intensity was heavenly, and soon I found myself completely overwhelmed by his passion.

‘Christ,’ I thought, ‘Mike is completely enrapturing me with his passion.’

I was putty in his hands as he took control of my face.

“I want to have sex with you, Travis, my body is aching to possess you,” he uttered as his arms and hands caressed me zealously.

Let me entrance you like Himeros and lure you into a vocal enchantment. Give yourself to me and I will mesmerize you with song. 

I had no idea what he was on about but decided to give in and let the chips fall where they may, as long as I was about to get fucked. I would only later learn that Mike had studied Greek mythology as a student many years before.

For me, however, having my legs in the air as he plowed my arse after we had undressed was all that I needed to know at that point. Added to that, his impressive infiltration negated all my inadequacies of knowledge on the subject. In short, I got the best fucking of my life.

When I left for work the following morning after he had departed for his accommodation, I had never been more impressed in my life.

That night, I was again overwhelmed by his musical dexterity when I sat listening to him. My requests exceeded my expectations because Mike was an unbelievable artist.

Happily, he also again joined me in my apartment afterward.

“Are there any other instruments you play?”

“Yeah, I play the mouth organ extremely well,” he answered with a mischievous look in his eyes.

Before I could reply, my body was moved to the bed and my trousers underpants flew off my body.

As Mike commenced his oral onslaught on my genitals, I began to gasp and groan.

“I’ve always loved the key of G,” he announced with a chuckle. With my limited technical understanding of music, I simply let my moans answer his musical tongue, lips, and mouth, as they lead me toward a harmonious paradise.

After a sixty-nine extravaganza with him, Mike turned his attention to my backside and commenced fucking me as I lay on my stomach. Later, once my legs were lifted onto his shoulders after he turned me over, his percussive drumming in my backside made me think that The Little Drummer Boy had arrived early for Christmas.

Throughout our hour-long session, Mike e kissed me and pleasured me more than I could ever remember at any time before. When we finally both unloaded, we were exhausted.

Afterward, as we had a final beer, I asked him if he had ever visited my neck of the woods.

“Travis, one of the problems for me in accepting gigs is that accommodation is always an issue. I simply cannot afford to pay astronomical prices if a job doesn’t include accommodation,” he informed me.

“Well, you can stay with me, if and when you accept gigs in my part of the world,” I assured him

 “Are you being serious?” he asked.

“Dead serious,” I assured him.

I knew that in a large city like the one I lived in, job opportunities would abound. Over and above that, after my two-night stint with him, I figured that having him around would be very agreeable.

“I also have a comfortable spare room that you can use if you get sick of me,” I joked.

“Mmmm, I can’t see that happening,” he countered with a lovely smile.

“Well, the offer stands,” I said in conclusion.

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After I returned to my normal life I couldn’t help thinking about Mike, because he had made an indelible impression on me. 

I was delighted that we remained in telephonic communication afterward.

Six months later, I was delighted when I received a call to ask me if I had been serious about my offer to him. Naturally, I had and told him so.

After two years, I am pleased to report that we have become a couple and that Mike has all the work he can cope with.

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“Can I ask you something, Micky?”

I’ve been wanting to ask Micky this question for some time, ever since we leased the 2-bedroom apartment together, not as a couple, but as college mates who couldn’t afford to pay rent singly.  I have just got back from Thanksgiving break. I got laid during the break, but it was with Melanie. She is a great fuck, I have to admit, but I hunger for cock. And Micky has this habit of walking out of the shower every evening in his tight boxers only, and dry-brushing his teeth, as he watches the TV. Every evening, I get horny just looking at his beautiful body, standing there, working the toothbrush, his boxers, whether in silhouette or frontal, bulging maddeningly, stretching against the bubble butt cheeks.

“What, Ed?” he answers without taking his eyes off the TV set. I gaze at his chest, smooth except for a light bush of hair in the middle and a few hairs sticking out around the pink nipples, and my heart skips a beat. For the first time, I have to admit, I also notice how handsome he is. Up till now, I have regarded Micky as my apartment mate. I have not considered that one day I will be appreciating his good looks with lust. He is just a guy, handsome, yes, but this handsome? Wow! My thoughts stream down to my crotch as he looks at me with his blue eyes, angular and masculine chin, and a just-visible beard.

“I was wondering: why is it that you stand right in the middle of the room in your undies every evening, dry-brushing your teeth and watching TV?” I ask.

“Oh?” he turns to me. My God, his blue eyes stare at me in puzzlement and he looks so cute. I so fucking love his bulging underwear, but his look is starting to excite me even more. “Does it bother you, bro?”

Fuck, he looks so innocent and so hot. I must have him. But I have no idea about his sexual preferences. I haven’t seen him bring home any girls, but he acts straight and he has never made any kind of advances towards me.

Now, I am not that bad looking either. I am an average-looking 22-year old guy, slim and tall at 63 kg (140 lb) and 195 cm (6’ 4”). My eyeglasses give me this nerdy look, but I am not really that nerdy although I tend to keep to myself most of the time. I usually lose the glasses whenever I can. I have even considered contact lenses, or laser-fixing. But the first irritated my eyes when I tried them on that I decided they were not for me, and the second is too expensive for my finances right now.

I have hairy chest and legs, which Micky has had the chance of seeing. I don’t stand in the middle of the room in my briefs after my shower, true, but I do come out of the shower with just a towel around my waist. My dick is large, compared to the ones I have been with, reaching to around 20 cm (8 inches) when hard, with a thick shaft and a mushroomed knob.

“No, man, don’t bother me at all. But it’s kind of weird.”

“It’s not like I am totally naked,” he responds, his cute blue eyes glittering as he turns to face me, his bulge so inviting and exciting. I can’t help myself from glancing down at his crotch, which he must have noticed.

“Almost,” I croak.

I look back up at his face and he is smiling. Fuck! What must he be thinking? As if reading my mind, he says, “Would you rather I was naked?”

Holy shit! Is this an invitation? How should I respond without sounding faggish. I am bisexual and I enjoy cock a lot. But I don’t advertize this all over.

“Don’t matter to me, bro,” I say staring straight into his hot blue eyes and down his fantastic bare chest with the light patch of hair and the pink nipples, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, knowing that what I have said is not true at all. I definitely want to see him naked. I am already developing an erection. Damn! He is turning me on like hell.

“I can walk around naked,” he says with a look that I can interpret in different ways: Disappointed? Sexy? Passionate? Joking? Testing? Teasing? I just can’t tell, but I choose sexy because it turns me on even more.

“Why would you?” I decide to prod, again trying to sound careless, but finding it more and more difficult to hide my lust. From now on, I am becoming goaded by my hard cock. I want Micky. I want to kiss his full lips, hold his naked body in my arms, lick his thin patch of chest hair down to his light trail, onto his dick, down to his balls, inside his ass crack and around his hole and then fuck the shit out of him. God, I want this guy.

“It’s natural. Clothes are a bitch sometimes, especially after a shower.”

“Ok, then, walk around naked.” I realize that my bulge is showing through my sweatpants. I try to cross my legs to hide the erection, but it comes out a bit awkward. Giving up, I just sit back letting my hard dick stretch the fabric.

Micky strips, glancing at my bulging crotch, a smirk on his face.

Fuck me! He’s gorgeous. In boxer briefs, he looks fantastically sexy, but naked, oh man, my cock throbs with desire. His trail ends in a surprisingly thick bush. His dick is limp, but hangs pretty long for a soft penis. His balls are squeezed enticingly under his uncut dick, the skin totally covering the head. His thighs are awesome. What can I say? He looks so much hotter than what I have imagined he would.

“Oh man, I hope no one drops in on us,” I try to joke, lame, but that’s all I could think of as I stare at his crotch, the lovely thick patch and the hanging dick.

“Fuck it,” Micky lets out a deep breath as he stands fully naked in the middle of the room, his hands on his hips. “Why the fuck are we pretending, Ed?”

“Huh?”

He walks over to me, bends and grabs my erection through my pants. In a low, husky voice he says, “I want you, Ed, and you know you want me. Junior here is hard for me.” He squeezes my erection and I moan. Junior totally agrees with Micky’s description of the situation, throbbing.

I reach up and pull his face down, our lips meeting, my heart racing. As I probe into his mouth with my tongue, he begins to knead my hardness inside my sweatpants. I grab his dick, which is now erecting. I have never tried uncut dick, and this first experience with loose skin over a hard shaft is turning me on even more. The feeling of peeling the skin back to reveal the pink cock head is amazing.

Micky responds to my kissing passionately, starting to fuck my palm with his uncut dick, the head disappearing inside the skin, and then reappearing as I pull the skin back.

“Your junior is responding nicely as well,” I breathe into his mouth with his cock sliding in and out of its skin inside my pressed palm.

“Fuck, Ed,” he inhales as he slips his hand inside my sweatpants and grabs my hard cock. “You’re huge.”

“Yeah?” I always like the first impression a partner shows whenever he sizes my equipment. My cock throbs in response and hardens even more as he presses his hand around it.

“Lose the clothes, baby. I want to see it,” Micky moans into my mouth. I realize that I am still fully clothed.

“Maybe a little more than just see?” I quip as I stand up and take off my t-shirt and pull down my pants. My cock, now released from the pants and from Micky’s hand, erects at an upward angle, full 20 centimeters of hard sex tool.

 “Oh, my God. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful,” Micky exclaims. I laugh a little embarrassingly but I feel good that he likes my body, my cock. “I love the thick patch on your chest and the thicker one down here,” he gets closer and runs his hand through my chest and pubic hair. Then he starts to tongue the chest patch, around the nipples, down my stomach, further down my trail to my thick, black, curly pubes. His hot breathing into my pubes makes my cock jump in anticipation. I play with his crew-cut hair and guide him onto my tool, his ultimate destination.

I know for a fact, out of experience, that guys suck much better than girls. Girls do it to make you happy, but guys… Oh well, they nurse you. They take you in their mouth with hunger, and when they look up at you as they swallow your dick, there is so much pleasure and appreciation coming out of their eyes. I love a blowjob from a guy but can skip it when I am with a girl. Micky, however, is better than all the other guys I have had. He dotes on my cock. He makes love to my cock with his mouth. He kisses, licks, strokes, swallows with tender loving care. I can feel that he regards my dick as a treasure. My response is way beyond excitement. I have to pull him off every now and then to delay ejaculation. I know that if I do cum in his mouth, the stream of semen will never end.  

This first blowjob from Micky is amazing. As I stand in the middle of the room, naked, my cock buried into his throat, hearing his moans and slobbering, I slowly but firmly hold his head and pump deeper into his face, my sweatpants still wrapped around my ankles. He looks up at me, my cock disappearing inside his mouth, and I blow him down a kiss.

Pulling him up to me when I feel that I am about to lose my load, I kiss him hard and deep. His dick presses on mine and I try not to rub too hard on him so as not to cum. I want this to last forever, but my balls are full and aching for release.

We get on the couch and I make him lie on his back. I run my tongue all over his smooth body. He tastes of soap and deodorant. His cock feels strange in my mouth. This is the first time I suck on an uncircumcised penis and it feels weird. I close my eyes as I swallow. Micky’s dick is not as big as mine, nor as thick, with a thin head thickening at the middle of the shaft then tapering towards his balls. I am able to go down the shaft and swallow the whole length without serious gagging. Micky arches his back in response, holding onto my head.

“Oh, Ed, yea, Ed, this is so fucking amazing. Baby, suck my dick,” Micky goes on and on as I take him in and out of my mouth, the whole length, from base to head back to base. Suddenly, he freezes and I feel his cum spurt down my throat. His sudden ejaculation catches me by surprise, and I immediately and reflexively press my lips around the base of his jerking cock, one hand caressing his balls and the other fingering his ass hole.

“Cumm.. cumm.. cummingggg, Ed am cumming baby cumming, fuck, oh fuck.” Spurt after spurt, Micky shoots down my stomach. Finally, he settles and I gently stroke his still-hard dick, savoring the taste of his juice, licking up and down the quivering tool. His pink cock head glistens with my spit and his semen, and he trembles every time I lick around it. “Easy, Ed,” he breathes. “It’s so sensitive.” But he doesn’t move away, savoring my ministrations.

By now I am also ready to explode, but I force myself to delay, pressing at the base of my throbbing cock. Reluctantly, I push myself off Micky, my cock raging like a bull in heat. Micky makes for it but I push him back, gently.

“What?” he looks at me as I take a step from him, with such a disappointed expression on his face that makes my heart skip a beat. “Don’t you like me? Fuck, bro, I’m sorry I cummed in your mouth, but I just couldn’t hold back.”

“Oh, no, Micky, man.” I go back to him, kissing the corner of his cute mouth. “I am so hot for you. Look at my dick, bro. Doesn’t it tell you how much I lust for you? Baby, I’ve never been so hard for someone as much as I am this second for you. But I want to take a breather. I want to make it last longer, baby. I want you so bad that if I feel your body against mine for one more second, I’m going to shoot gallons.”

“So,” he says, the look of disappointment is replaced with that of anticipation. “What are you planning to do?”

“Do?” I laugh, my cock bouncing further up against my belly. “I’m going to do you, bro. Like no one has done you before or ever will after. I’m so going to do you.” I fish out my packet of cigarettes from my sweatpants and light up, inhaling deeply.

“You will never quit smoking, will you?” he says, looking at me with reproach.

“It’s sexy,” I laugh as I suck on the cigarette butt, considering how sucking Micky’s butt, which I am so planning to do, is going to be like. Micky sits next to me and places his hand on my thigh, not daring to touch my erection.

“Ed, you are so sexy that I hate to see you wasting your life,” he rubs up and down my thigh.

“Yes, Mom,” I joke.

He slaps my thigh and moves away. “Come on, baby,” I move closer, apologetically, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him to me. “I like to smoke. Period. Can we not argue about this?” But I put off the half-finished cigarette in the ashtray as a sign of concession that he is right: smoking is a filthy habit.

He leans over and kisses me, his hand playing with my chest hair. “You taste so fucking bad. Go brush your teeth!” We both laugh and kiss some more, with me terribly conscious of how I must taste to him, nicotine and smoke, and I seriously consider quitting the habit. Unbelievingly, I start to think of the effect Micky is already having on me.

Five minutes later, we both have raging erections. I get up, turn off the television set, and walk to my room. “You coming or should I start jacking off?” I call back to Micky.

He jumps, dashes by me, slaps my butt, and jumps onto my bed. “You are such a jerk,” he teases.

I climb on top of him slowly, and we kiss some more. My body presses down on him and I can feel the heat emanating from every pore of both of our skins, my hairy chest glued to his smooth one. Slowly, I lick down, all the way to his crotch. I blow him for a minute or so, but get off his dick before he shoots, now that I realize how he can do that without giving me any notice. I work his balls with my tongue, and, raising one of his legs, I get into his crack, tonguing and wetting it. I press one hand on his firm butt and use my finger with my tongue in teasing his hole.

He is moaning, loudly. I start using my spit to insert my finger into him. He pushes back on my hand and my tongue in response.

Oh, man, he is getting so ready, his hole twitching and puckering. I wonder if ever he has been fucked. Then I think of the first timers that I have fucked and of my own first anal penetration by a hard cock. I don’t have many fond memories since there was so much pain. I don’t really want to hurt my buddy, my new lover.

“Micky, baby,” I look at his face from under his fuzzy balls. He looks so delicious in this position. Still fingering his hole gently, I ask him, “Have you ever been… you know?”

“Fucked in the ass?” he says huskily. “Well, not really. But I want you, Ed. I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

Shit! This is a virgin ass! My cock bounces up and down as if to tell me to get on with it. But I hesitate. I need to prepare Micky.

I get some lube from the nightstand next to my bed, which I keep for my masturbation sessions, and I work both his hole and my dick, kneeling between his spread thighs. I don’t have any condoms but I am clean and I want him bare. I want to feel him with all my body with no barriers whatsoever. I have never felt like this about any other partner, male or female, and I have always used protection, for male and female. But I want Micky bare. I can’t explain this except that it is both stupid and exciting.

After I make sure that both his fuck hole and my raging cock are lubed, I climb on top of him, full body, pressing down on him, my cock sliding into his crack. I raise both his legs and place them on my shoulders. His butt is fully exposed for me and my cock slides up and down his ass crack pressing on the hole. I kiss him with passion, and he responds even more passionately, his legs bent back all the way around his head. “Be gentle, please,” Micky whispers as I increase the pressure at his hole.

“Yeah, baby, I will,” I breathe back.

But he is tight. Fuck! I need to enter but the more I push the tighter his hole squeezes shut. He is starting to grunt and I can see the look of pain on his face, his forehead starting to sweat. I release the pressure and bend over to kiss his pursed lips, pulling my dick back from his ass.

“Baby, we need to try it in another way. As much as I want to watch your face as I enter your hot, beautiful body, I want to lessen the pain and turn it to pleasure for you.” I get off him, and I can actually hear his sigh of relief.

“Ok, buddy, look. My cock is kinda big, yeah?”

“Duh.”

“And your ass is virgin tight, yeah?”

“Double duh.”

I slap his butt playfully and tell him to get on fours. I know that doggy fucking is probably the easiest for the bottom partner. Even though I love to watch my guy’s face when I penetrate his rim muscle, watch the expression change from pain to pleasure as I slide my cock into him, I also have to consider that fucking him doggy will not be as painful for him.

I use more lube this time although I know that a lot of lube will decrease my fucking pleasure. Holding his butt cheeks at the hips with both hands, I align my cockhead at his glistening hole.

“Ok, bro, here I come,” I say to him as I start the pressure. My cock is so hard that I don’t need to fist it to make it penetrate the rim muscle. I feel his whole body tighten. “Just relax for me, baby,” I tell him as I feel the lube sucking my cock head into him. I thrust and penetrate. Micky fucking screams.

I know from experience that, as a top, the best and least painful way after the head penetrates the rim muscle is to go in with one slow but steady thrust. Holding his hips tighter, I drive all the way till I’m totally inside him. My balls are at his butt, and I remain still. Micky is whimpering now, but I can feel him pushing back onto my groin. I bend over his back and lick up and down the center and up to his nape and then from one ear to the other. His hole starts to relax and the tight grip on my cock base begins to loosen.

Releasing his hips, I run one hand up and down his back as I slowly pull out till just my cockhead is inside his ass muscle. With the other hand I reach around and fist his limp dick. I stroke him as I start to thrust into him, grinding after each thrust, letting him get used to my cock’s invasion. I feel him getting hard in my palm. Stroking his uncut cock makes me hornier. He has full erection as the pain subsides and my stroking of his tool intensifies. Bending on top of him, I manage to lick up and down his back as I increase my thrusting tempo, starting the fucking.

Micky is whimpering under me, but it is more the sounds of pleasure than pain. His dick is throbbing with every thrust I make into him. I go faster as I feel my load build up in my balls. His rim muscle squeezes on my cock shaft so fantastically that it makes it very difficult for me to hold back. I really don’t want to cum just yet. The pleasure from fucking Micky is intense and I want it to last forever. But with his hard cock pulsing in my hand and his ass muscle masturbating my cock, I start thrusting deeper and deeper. Every time my cock head pushes his insides further into his bowels, I feel my juices nearer and nearer to spilling.

Finally, I can’t hold back any longer. Straightening, letting go of his dick, I hold onto his hips and pound him hard and deep, my balls slapping noisily at his butt. Maybe five or six thrusts and I explode.

“Fuck, baby,” I hear myself screaming. “I’m CUMMING, Micky. Take my fucking juice.”

Spurt after spurt, I fill his ass. His rim muscle milks me for every drop I can squirt. I feel my cock slide in and out with my own cum lubing him even further. When I finally pull out, Micky turns over and reaches for my dripping dick. He swallows it to the base. I hold onto his hair, my knees barely supporting me as he drains me.

When I eventually settle, I push Micky on his back and take his hard uncut cock into my mouth, swallowing down all the way. He pumps up and down through my pursed lips a few times and shoots into my throat. He pulls on my hair as he moans and grunts with every squirt. This guy can shoot gallons and I can’t swallow it all. I feel his cum dribble onto my chin and down into his pubes. I keep sucking until he dumps his eighth or ninth or tenth squirt down my mouth. When I get off him, my mouth is full of his jizz. I slide on top of him and we kiss, sharing the cum and the heat of our bodies. I feel my chest sweat rubbing all over him and he holds me around my butt cheeks with both his hands, pressing our wet and sticky crotches onto each other.

Getting off Micky, I walk out to the living room to get my cigarettes, my cock semi-hard and glistening with cum and sweat. Micky follows. Turning around with the cigarette in my hand, about to flick the lighter, I notice Micky’s look. Fuck it! I decide on the spot: get rid of this fucking cigarette. He notices me return the cigarette to the packet and he gives me the cutest smile I have ever seen.

“Fuck, Ed, my ass is sore,” he says.

I smile at him, “Sorry, baby, was I too rough for you?”

“At first, you fucking drove in all the way. But I’m glad you did that because I was able to relax knowing that there will be no more impaling. I loved the way you started slowly which made the pain recede. But the pleasure of your pounding, wow, I am paying for all that with a sore ass.”

“Hahaha,” I laugh. He is so cute.

“What about your ass, Ed? Is it virgin?”

“Huh?” I stare at him. “So you want to fuck me, Mick?”

“You fucked me,” he says, matter-of-fact, smirking.

“Well, yeah,” I responded. “But you fucking me does not necessarily follow.”

“So that’s a no, then?” he pouts.

I drop my gaze down to his crotch. He is erected, vertically, beautifully.

I have been fucked a couple of times, but I’d rather do the fucking myself. At the same time, I realize that if I want to keep Micky, I will have to reciprocate. Maybe with Micky, it will be more enjoyable, since I have all those feelings for him. The idea makes me erect also.

“That’s a definite yes, babe,” I smile at him. “I guess in our relationship there won’t be tops and bottoms, just lovers, huh?”

He walks over and kisses me. “You taste so much better without the nicotine, Ed!”

“Fuck you, too, Mick,” I laugh and pull him close and push my tongue deep into his mouth. I can still taste the semen.

I suggest to him, “Let’s shower, man.”

Under the hot water, we kiss some more, our bodies glued to each other and grinding. I reach for the soap and I lather his body. He does the same to me. I love the way his body looks wet and soapy.

With a smile, I turn around and bend onto the wall, raising one leg, exposing my ass.

Micky inhales. But he wastes no time. With the aid of the soap, and my position, he penetrates and drives all the way up inside me. Fuck! It does hurt. I am not used to having a cock up my ass. But it feels heavenly as well. He fills me. Moaning, he pumps his dick into my bowels. His hands are all over my wet and soapy body, driving me crazy with lust. I stroke my cock and shoot a huge load onto the wall and the shower floor as he thrusts in and out of my hole. When he cums, he groans loudly, and like in the first fuck, he shoots gallons of semen, this time inside my ass instead of down my throat.

He pulls out as I lower my leg and turn to face him. Of course, we kiss, and then we rinse off, get out of the shower and dry each other. All of this tells us that we are actually falling in love with each other. It was not just two guys fucking; it was more like making love.

Holding hands, which I think is mushy but seems so natural, we go to my room and Micky spends the night in my bed. We sleep naked, and we wake up a few times during the night, spooning each other and fucking each other in all sorts of positions. He is sore, but he wants more. I have never been fucked so many times in one night until now. And every time, it is more pleasurable, more intense, than the time before it. I don’t count the times we fuck and shoot loads. The sheets are a mess, our bodies are a mess. We are making up for the lost two months when we could have been fucking instead of just lusting for each other. But in a way, the lusting has made the sex much more intense.  

I love Micky. He shows all signs that he loves me. Not until now have I believed that two guys can fall in love with each other. I have always believed that guys just fuck. Now I know differently. When I wake up in the morning and see Micky, naked, lying beside me, I know that I am a very lucky guy. I kiss him for breakfast. And for lunch and dinner and any available times in between, we make love. Positions and roles don’t matter for us. We just make love.

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“Soonest is next Monday between noon and three,” the woman on the phone said. 

“If that is the best you can do, then alright,” I conceded without a fight. 

In the lease we signed for our rental home, we’re responsible for maintaining the lawn and that means paying to run the sprinkler system through the summer. It almost tripled our water bill, but splitting it among the four of us made it bearable at best. As if that wasn’t costing us enough, our landlord said we’re responsible for repairs when I called to tell her one of the nozzles had broken off and was spraying straight up. You can never win with her, so I reluctantly agreed. After angrily arranging for the maintenance company to visit, I’d mostly forgotten about it until the reminder on my phone popped up at 10am.

I made some calls and sent some emails while working from home until noon. At that time I made sure to open up the front door, leaving the glass paneled storm door latched, so that there was no way I could miss them. Noon passed, then 1 o’clock, then 2 o’clock, and then it approached 3pm. I’d finished all my work by 2pm and had the house to myself until at least 6pm when a roomie gets home; so I slipped into my usual lounge attire consisting of a loose fitting yellow beach tank top and some tighter fitting blue summer shorts with no more than a 4” inseam. The humidity down in the South is sweltering, and that’s on top of the near triple digits you get weeks at a time. My lounge attire then kept me nice and comfortable inside without blowing up our electric bill on the AC. It was 3 now, and I began to wonder if these guys were ever gonna show. 

Being the sexually charged 25-year old that I am, deprived of sensual or intimate contact for whats felt like years as a result of the pandemic, I eventually pull up some porn on my phone. As I lay on the living room couch, I ran my fingers under my tank, combing through my curly dark chest hairs and follow my happy trail down to my waistband. I grip my phone in one hand and slowly begin to stroke my growing cock over my shorts. The soft, linen fabric encircled my shaft as I watch a group of three young jocks blow each other in a locker room. I started stroking faster, eventually making a half-dollar sized spot of pre cum that soaked through. Remembering that I’m expecting the sprinkler crew and not wanting to have a giant wet spot on my shorts when they arrive, I slide my waistband down to my knees and stretch myself out on the couch. My long, thin 7” cock flaps back onto me, reaching for my belly button. Watching two of these studs now Eiffel Tower the third guy, I gripped myself tighter and slowly stroked from the base of my shaft to the very tip, grabbing whatever pre cum I could at the top to pull downward. 

From the couch I glanced at the front door, still wide open, allowing ample natural sun rays in to light the room. If someone stood in the left side of the yard, or on the sidewalk just past it, they’d see my full nakedness on display. I got excited at the thought of someone seeing me, and especially someone seeing me and just walking towards me and into the house, joining me anonymously. I started stroking faster, and shorter strokes all on the top half of my shaft, curling my reddening, leaking mushroom shaped tip in my palm with each visit to the top. 

I’m stopped by a loud car door slamming shut. Assuming its the sprinkler guys, I jolt myself off the couch and quickly pull my shorts up. Boy am I glad I did, I look out the front window and see a big white van with Evergreen Lawn Care covering the side of it. I quickly adjust myself in my shorts and try to hide my hard on to the left the best I can. Watching the van from the window, thinking the guys were still in there, I jumped a little when three loud knocks rang against the glass storm door. I must not have seen them walk up, I thought.. or rather.. him? There was only one guy, not a team. Guess that made sense for a simple repair, but in my mind I was expecting a half dozen or so to come out, like when they dug out and flushed the water lines in the spring and turned them on for the season. Duh, I thought as I walked to the door. 

I admired who was on the other side though. A Hispanic guy, probably in his 30’s, maybe 5’10” I’d guess, with jet black hair and a good five o’clock shadow going on. He didn’t appear lean nor did he appear overweight, I’d guess an average build with a little extra that could be muscle or could be fat or probably a combination of the two. He had on a generic blank white t-shirt, light blue jeans nearly polka-dotted with dirt smudges, brown boots and a yellow bandana around his neck. His forehead was already glistening in sweat. I opened the door and invited him inside to show him where the control panel was then we went to the backyard where the broken sprinkler head was. 

As we stood in the relentless sun he spoke in a very mild mannered broken english about how to he could fix the nozzle, and I found myself just looking at him, studying his body, curious what was underneath his shirt.. his pants.

“Okay, sir?” he asked a second time after I’d totally missed his explanation.

“Yeah, good, thanks!” I stammer, a little embarrassed. I wonder if he noticed me looking him all over as he spoke to me. He returned to his van for parts and I retreated inside out of the heat. 

I watched from my window as he replaced the nozzle head in under ten minutes, staring at him still, feeling extra deprived on sex. I slowly stroke my cock through my shorts as he works, the dark rings of sweat around his neck and arm pits quickly growing in the sun. As he was finishing up, I quickly made two tall glasses of ice water and went outside. 

“Here ya go!” I smiled, “It’s hot!”

“Si muy caliente,” I caught his smile, a wide grin that reached across his face; adorable.

He walked towards me and raised his arms slightly, “Tools, go to truck and come back,” he said. 

“No worries,” I said instinctively. His broken english was kinda cute, I thought, the way he curled his face as he innocently searched for the words.

I waited for him to return before stepping back inside with both of our glasses. Walking into the kitchen I handed it to him and his dirty fingers laid atop mine for a moment. 

“Sorry for dirt,” he said lifting his hands, “sorry, sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay. Don’t worry,” I smiled.

“You can wash up if you want,” I moved towards the sink.

“Oh si, thank you, si,” he said politely. 

His back was to me as he washed his hands. My cock had grown again in my shorts, stretching itself towards my left side but tightly confined. Thankfully my long tank top covered most of it, leaving only about a inch of blue summer shorts exposed around my thighs. I tightly gripped my hard shaft and gave it a few good slow strokes as I watched this guy from behind, deciding I was going to try my luck. He dried his hands and turned and faced me again leaning against the counter opposite him, silently sipping our ice waters. His eyes darted around the room but noticeably to my thick, and admittedly pale, thighs left uncovered by my short shorts. After a long moment of silence, I pinched my tank top and very very slowly began lifting it, revealing more blue of the shorts. In the blue, and poorly concealed, was my pulsing cock that had begun to leak pre cum again. His eyes continued to dart around, but they’d continually come back to my waist, one second at a time. 

Staring at him the whole time, I lift my tank above my waistband then reach underneath it, gripping my cock with my clammy palm. He began to stare at my waist for longer intervals, two seconds, then three, etc. before darting away again, I suppose unsure of what to do. Soon though, his eyes were fixed on me, appearing almost hypnotized as I slowly lowered my waistband, finally letting my rock hard cock breathe. It flopped outward and upward and bounced for a moment and I watched as this stranger’s eyes grew larger. I’d never done anything like this before, and I gotta say, being watched while slowly jerking off is incredible. His eyes couldn’t move as my fist slowly pumped from my small dense bush of pubes to the slimy, cum covered tip. Complete silence in the room, I let out a quiet moan and that’s when he looked up at me as if he’d just realized I was there. 

I began to ooze pre cum much quicker, and my body shuddered, signaling to me I was close already. Once we made eye contact, I held it for a moment with him before nodding downward at the small tent that had formed in his jeans. 

Reaching way back to high school Spanish class, I said quietly, 

“Te gusta?” 

He smirked and seemed to nervously chuckle, his eyes darting around again. I stepped forward and repeated myself, slower this time, sure I was correct.

“Te gusta?”

My long, thin cock swung from left to right as I slowly stepped closer to him. A giant drop of white pre cum fell from my tip and in our silence I heard it splash onto the floor below me. 

Finally, a response. His right hand moved to grip his cock through his jeans and he softly grunted aloud. I stood face to face with him, albeit I was a couple inches shorter than him, and I could see that his eyes were full of lust as he curled his lip and grunted softly again looking downward at me. He stroked his growing bulge over his jeans before lowering his zipper and undoing his button. His black Hanes boxer briefs camouflaged his growing bulge well and it wasn’t until he gripped it again through his briefs that I could tell how far it went. He was at least 6” and looked girthy, but not too thick from what I could tell.

I looked back up at him, I’m sure I was beaming. 

“Si??” I asked excitedly.

Without speaking, he looped his thumb in his waistband and with his left hand pulled out his tanned, uncut cock. It was only half hard still and over six thick inches. My mouth dropped open before I could drop to my knees.

He gripped the countertop and leaned back as I squatted, slipped off my shorts and took his half flaccid cock in my mouth. (Side note, I love love love sucking on a flaccid cock and feeling it grow in your mouth!) He tasted just like he smelled honestly – sweaty. I didn’t hate it though. I gripped the sides of his hips and began to work my head back and forth, slobbering on his slowly growing cock. I could feel the pulses of blood rush through his shaft on my tongue, strengthening him, making him bigger and thicker. His pre cum was like a real sharp salty semen taste, and once he’d grown to his full 8” I pulled his foreskin back and rolled my tongue underneath and all around his tip. 

“Ahhh, ayyee, aye, ahhhh!” he gasped loudly, tightly clutching the edge of the countertop as I pulled him away and deeper down my throat. 

I rammed his cock as far as I could get it down my throat, even gagging myself several times. His pungent smell of sweat filled my nostrils as my nose buried itself in his deep dark, untrimmed pubes. His groans began to get more frequent and faster and I felt one of his hands on the back of my head guide my head as it bobbed back and forth into him. 

“Aye, aye, aye!” he exclaimed before gripping my hair and pulling his swollen cock from my mouth. He grabbed the base of his cock in just two long strokes of his shaft he began to spew like the sprinkler that he just fixed. Like a damn firehose, he came all over my face. I opened my mouth and immediately felt a thick rope hit the very back of my throat, then another landing on my tongue and trailing down my chin. Another rope got up my left nostril, and a glob landed in my right eye socket. My eyes clenched now, I kept my tongue out and mouth open just waiting to be fed as much as he could give me. 

His hand gripped my hair again and pulled me into him. His cock filled my open mouth once again and I could feel how it was just radiating heat as he pumped down my throat, gasping.

“Oh baby, aye, aye, ahhh, yeah baby,” he groaned as I swallowed more of his salty goodness. 

It had to be at least a few minutes of sucking on his cum covered cock and feeling it lose its strength in my mouth. His hand guided my head back and forth at his own will. I felt his body shift and then shift back and a towel brushed against my face.

“Now you dirty one,” he said as he began to wipe my forehead and eyes. 

I laughed and took the towel from him finishing the job, finally opening my eyes again. 

His beaming post-orgasm grin was unmistakable.

“Can we do this again?” I asked as I stood up, my erect cock standing straight out.

He shuffled his deflating cock back into his briefs and did up his jeans. 

“Turn around?” he asked.

I was confused, “turn around?”

He gripped my waist and spun me 180 degrees.

“Mm, yes, we can do this again.” He laughed and turned me back around. 

I laughed and spun around again, showing off my butt.

“Ohh, you like that, huh,” I teased.

“Mm, si,” he gently tapped my right butt cheek as he stared.

My hard on pressed against the edge of the cool granite countertop and, trying to encourage him, I slapped my own butt letting out a nice whack through the house. 

“Oo!” he yelped and look at me in surprise.

“You try,” I chuckled.

He tapped my right cheek a little harder this time.

“No, come on,” I ordered with a smile, “spank me!”

I playfully slapped myself again, this time my left cheek. 

“Mm!” he exclaimed.

Finally, he slapped my right cheek with some intention. I spun my head to look at him, I could see he liked it. 

“Again,” I winced to him.

He smacked my left cheek even harder, this time getting a whack similar
to what I’d gotten.

“Mm, yeah,” I whined, “again!”

He spanks my right cheek with a crack then my left with a splat. A sting rattled across my skin and I winced in pain. He gripped my ass and massaged it, turning the sting into a sudden warmth all over my cheeks. Then another slap, and another, each one pushing my hard cock against the cool granite.

“Mm, yes!” I’d whine.

I closed my eyes and nearly got lost in both anticipation and excitement waiting for each slap from his hand. He sensually raised my tank top over my head, softly scratching my back as he lifted it up and off of me. Now here I was buck naked in my kitchen, getting spanked by a mostly clothed stranger; how fucking hot, I thought to myself. I bit my bottom lip and gasped and grimaced with each exciting blow. Several more slaps came, each one feeling sharper and stinging a bit more than the last. My cheeks were surely red now. Then something came that wasn’t a slap, but instead a fleshy prod from further below my stinging cheeks. I felt both of my cheeks gripped in his hands and pulled apart before feeling what could only be the tip of his uncircumcised cock probing my hole.

“Ah!” I gasped in surprise.

Before I could turn around and say anything else, his arm wrapped around my torso and he locked his wrists, pinning my arms to my side and not allowing me to go anywhere. I squirmed, feeling my hole prodded, unsure if this was a good idea – anonymous unprotected sex. Multiple times I took the breath to say just that, but the feeling was just so good in that moment, like nothing I’d done before but always secretly craved, and I couldn’t bring myself to speak. My hole became soaked from the pre cum that had leaked from his piss slit as he ground his body against mine, I could feel his foreskin sliding back and forth between my rounded, red ass cheeks. Then with what felt to me like another innocent prod at my hole, his head slipped inside of me. A sharp pain went up my spine and I gasped loudly and winced. His body stayed perfectly still, and his arms tightly wrapped around my body kept me perfectly in place.

“Ahhhhh,” he let out the longest audible exhale I’ve ever heard onto the back of my neck and thrust himself into me.

I spread my feet further apart, thinking maybe that would help the pain, but he was just so big and it’d just been so long. I could feel his foreskin just inside my hole, pulling and pushing itself back and forth as his hips began to gyrate, thrusting the top two inches or so of his cock in and out of my hole with increasing speed. He panted into my right ear as his arms clenched around me so tightly I couldn’t take a deep breath. I was getting short of breath and kept pulling myself away from him and his wrists would clench each other tighter in front of my chest. The only way to get a deep breath, I thought, was to get closer to him.

I throw my body backwards against his, slamming the remaining six inches of his thick cock into my hole. I squeal and think maybe it wasn’t a good idea. I finally drew a great big deep breath before a heat wave went through my body and it was like I could feel his cock scrambling my organs. He grunted and withdrew himself before plunging back inside of me, making me lurch and cry out.

“Ah! Fuck!” I cried.

He began to moan into my ear and not stop, just constant, “oooh, oooooh, oooooh,” at different pitches. As much as I thought this was bad idea, I couldn’t deny how good it felt. Pinning me against the kitchen cabinets, he started thrusting into my hole even faster than he was already. My breath escaped me and words couldn’t form, I was just silent with ecstasy and bliss as I began to revel in all eight of his inches completely exiting me before forcing himself aggressively back inside. My hard cock began to rhythmically slap against the countertop, matching his thrusts into my hole, slap slap slap slap slap slap. I gripped my shaft to stop it from slapping, inadvertently stroking myself as this guy thrust into me. In a matter of seconds I began spraying cum across the countertop.

“Ahhhahh ahha ahhhh,” I whined as I shot uncontrollably. As I came, I counted six, seven, eight ropes of thick white semen that looked like a sloppy glaze all over the countertop. Suddenly his arms released and it felt like my whole body expanded, filling with air. Before I could even exhale though, he’d pushed me forward, shoving my face into the cum covered countertop. I groaned as once again my face became covered in cum, only this time, my own. He held my head down and it rocked back and forth mopping up my cum as his other hand gripped my shoulder and began power thrusting into me, pulling his entire bodyweight into my hole each time. I gasped and winced for no more than a minute before his moans came to a crescendo.

Like an enema, I felt a rush of warm liquid fill my insides. With each powerful thrust into me, he plunged his cum deeper and deeper into my body, coating all of my insides. If I had a uterus, he’d just put his baby inside of me for sure. I felt like I could suddenly taste his sharp, salty semen in my mouth again I was so full. The slap slap slap gently slows and becomes wet sounding; I was clearly leaking cum.

“Aye! Adios Mio!” he exclaims just before he withdraws himself one last time.

When he’s all the way out, I can feel my hole gaped open from his abuse.

I remained bent over onto the countertop, my face covered in my own semen, my abused ass sticking straight out. My mind raced between euphoria with how good that orgasm was and whether or not this was a bad idea or not. I panted and caught my breath as I thought. I heard his zipper zip up and placed his hands on my back.

“You real good,” he said, “you feel real, real good.”

I lifted myself up, streams of my cum stringing from my face.

“We can do this again?” he asked enthusiastically this time.

I nervously laughed and looked down at all the cum on the countertop; it was more cum than I’d ever shot in my entire life, no doubt. I felt like my body was still tingling from the orgasm. Fuck it, I thought, why not.

“Yeah, we can do this again,” I smiled.

“Good, good,” he looked my naked body up and down, “you make Marco feel like real man!”

I laughed, wondering what the hell that was supposed to mean.

“Marco? I’m Zac,” I said suddenly a little shyly for some reason. It felt really strange to be introducing myself to someone whose cum has already coated my insides.

“Okay, Zac, I come back Monday of two weeks,” he said as he started to make his way to the door, “same time yeah?”

In total surprise I told him I’m not sure if I’ll be home then.

He opened the door and stepped onto the porch. I was still buck naked and couldn’t follow him to protest.

“Marco, wait!” I shouted, totally helpless.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he said reassuringly, “I bring the crew!”

Cranking open the window to my bedroom did little to alleviate the heat of that warm day. I finished the last question of my assignment. I was confident that I’d be able to answer the questions of a pop-quiz were there to be one. I decided to read ahead, and had about half a chapter down when I heard my father’s truck pull into the driveway. I tried to steel myself for his arrival.

My father’s voice echoed as he closed the door behind him. “Those damn Indians. It’s bad enough that I have to work with them. Now they’re moving in next to us.” He was on one of his bigoted rants again. He ranted against every race and ethnic group and more. He even ranted against poor white trash, and we were card-carrying members of that group. Ever since the day he came home calling his supervisor a fudge-packing commie snowflake, I imagined letting him come home and finding me dick deep in his supervisor’s ass. It was just a fantasy; his supervisor was not very attractive.

It was as if my father purposely gave me a reason to hate him more each day, and my passive nature and active imagination kept coming up with ways to give him a heart attack.

I looked out my bedroom window at the house next door. I really couldn’t see anything. Our double-wide trailer sat in the middle of an acre of land surrounded by trees that blocked out most of the view of anything outside our property. I could easily see all the trash that my father brought home and left in our yard. His plans to repair the mowers and other tools in order to sell them later never came to fruition. They simply served to make us look like the champions of the white trash coalition. I hated it, but I knew better than to say anything for risk of being punched. Another year in this hell-hole, and I would have my Associate’s and be out of here.

My father continued to rant. I snuck out of the house and made my way to the toolshed at the back of the property. The tiny building had been there when we moved here, and I had taken it to be my clubhouse. Back when I was in Middle School, I fixed it up; I’d even put an old mattress on a platform so I could spend the night back there if I’d wanted to. My plans were to have a place for friends to gather without my parents walking in and out. I imagined parties and possibly camp outs, but I never did fit in, so friends were few. Once their parents saw the trash heap I called home, no one was ever allowed to visit a second time. I kicked the ground as I walked through the brush to get to my sanctuary.

Inside, I kneeled on the blanket covered mattress and peeked out the window toward the neighbor’s house. The view was better from here because one of the old trees had died. It’s leafless form allowed a thin view of the back of their house. Of course, I saw nothing. I sat down on the make-shift bed and stuffed a pillow behind my back. Enough light passed through the window to allow me to study for an hour. Peace and tranquility surrounded me as I studied Advanced Wound Care. My father could yell his head off about his perceived injustices, and I couldn’t hear a sound back here.

When the light was too dim, I went back into the house. I made myself a sandwich and headed to my room. I could hear my father’s snores emanating from the living room. My mother was always so quiet that I didn’t know which room she was in. I did some more studying before heading off to sleep.

I left the house early the next morning. I liked to get to class early; it reduced my stress. I had a feeling we would have a quiz that morning, and we did. I was glad I had studied the day before. My lab partner Oscar came in a few minutes before class. He sat next to me and leaned over.

“You aren’t going to believe what happened to me yesterday,” Oscar announced.

The look on my face gave him an answer.

“OK. So you’ll believe it,” he laughed. “I’m still going to tell you.”

“I didn’t doubt it,” I replied. “But we’re about to have a quiz; it’ll have to wait.”

“We had a quiz last class,” Oscar reminded me.

“And we’re having one this time, too, Mr. Van,” said Professor Brown as he walked into the classroom. We had a quiz and a lecture, and two hours later, class was over.

Oscar insisted on telling me his story, and I’m not sure why, but I just wanted to go home. But I listened.

“I grabbed some chips and a Pepsi after lecture yesterday and headed to the library. I was just finishing that paper for my sociology class when this guy in my tennis class sat down next to me. He told me that he’d been working up the courage to ask me out. Can you believe it?”

“Well, you are slightly above average looking,” I said with a smile.

“Asshole.”

“Did you tell this guy that you’re gay?”

“No. Never. I’m not gay.”

I rolled my eyes. If there was any guy in any of my classes who acted in the stereotypical gay way, it was Oscar.

“Fuck you, Johnny.”

“So, he just assumed you were gay? He didn’t ask first?”

“OK, I may have flirted with him during tennis class,” Oscar relented.

“The truth, finally.”

“So anyway, we went back to his room and made out. He is the best kisser, and,” he paused. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but I’ve always been a receiver with the guys I’ve dated. I’ve never been interested in being a top or in switching back and forth. But this guy, he wanted me to do him, and I did, and wow, it was fucking awesome. Then he did me.”

I nodded. I felt a little jealous, but I was also happy for him. “What’s this guy’s name?”

“Oh. It’s Jack. Jack Burke.”

“You’re really happy, aren’t you, Oscar?” I found myself smiling for him.

“Yeah, I am. I had to tell you. You know, you’re like my best friend.”

I stood up. He stood up. I hugged him. “I’m happy for you, Oscar. I really am.”

“You know, Johnny. When we first became lab partners, I thought I was going to fall in love with you. I was just waiting for you to admit that you’re gay. But I guess you’re going to meet someone else; maybe you’re next.” Oscar hugged me. “See you next week.” He walked out of the room, and I just stood there for several minutes.

On the way back home, I kept thinking about what he’d said. He thought I was gay. I hadn’t said anything to him, but he suspected. Who else suspected? It was almost one, and I was hungry. As I approached the driveway, I saw the neighbor washing his car. I could tell that he had a slim to athletic build, and I decided then that I would walk over to meet him. After parking the car I walked over. His musculature was well-defined but not overdone, and when he turned toward me and smiled, his braces sparkled in the sunlight. His skin was a creamy caramel tone, and his preppy style haircut was perfect for his face. Huge brown eyes that were welcoming greeted me.

“Hi.” I waved as I got closer.

“Hi.” He nodded back. He gave the car one last spray and walked toward me.

I put my hand out to shake his. “I’m John Cooke,” I smiled. “I wanted to introduce myself before you decided that you live next door to a family of assholes.” I raised my eyebrow and wiggled them to soften the reality of what I had just said.

We shook hands, and he smiled back, “I’m Arjun Vankayalapati, and it’s too late. I saw an older man leaving your driveway about thirty minutes ago. He shot me the finger when I waved at him.”

My smile dropped. “I’m sorry. I’m not like my dad.” I wasn’t sure what else to say. Here I stood in front of an incredibly handsome guy who looked to be about my age. Incredibly handsome with just enough chest hair peeking out of this shirt to make me want to run my fingers across his pecs. Maybe he was someone who might have been a friend, and I really wanted a friend. But, my dad had already ruined things.

“Hey, are you ok?” Arjun’s question seemed sincere. His fingers brushed against my arm, and his smile was gone.

“No,” I said with a tinge of anger in my voice. “I’m sorry about my dad. I just thought if I came over here before you found out about my family, there was a chance we could be friends. I saw how handsome you are, I hoped you were single, and I could ask you out on a date.” I was angry and not thinking about what I was saying to a complete stranger. “My father’s a jerk, and my mother’s a doormat. They’ve ruined every chance I’ve ever had to have friends.”

I saw Arjun take a deep breath. “I can see that.” He was looking right at me. “Based on your father’s behavior this morning, I’m sure that my parents will not want me to associate with your family. But it’s obvious to me that you are not your father. You’re the first friendly face I’ve seen since moving here, John.” He paused. “I need to put the hose away and empty this bucket.”

“I can empty it in the ditch for you.” I grabbed the bucket and headed for the road. My heart was heavy. His parents weren’t going to approve of our being friends. And I had told him that I was gay and that he was hot. There was another reason for him to avoid me. I walked back with the bucket. He had coiled the hose in the corner of the garage; I handed him the bucket. “I appreciate what you said. Thanks for not throwing me over the fence. I think I’ll head back now.”

“Wait.” He put his hand up to my upper arm. “My father hasn’t forbidden me yet. I’ll walk back with you.”

As we walked, I found out that he was home for the summer and would be heading back to the university in the fall. He was interested in chemical engineering; although, his father had tried to steer him toward being a physician.

I steered us away from the house and to my secluded shed in the back. Who knows what my mother would have done had I brought Arjun into her house. We sat on the mattress, and I told him about the shed. He agreed that it was a great place to escape the realities of my life.

Arjun let on that he had never dated. His parents had a girl back in India that they wanted him to marry. He had never met her.

I let him know that my parents knew nothing about my being gay, and I usually never told people until I had known them for a long time. What I didn’t tell him was that I hadn’t known anyone long enough to tell. He nodded an understanding, and I felt confident that he wouldn’t say anything.

At one point he put his hand on my knee and squeezed it. “I’d better get going,” he told me. I followed him out and showed him the short-cut that led to his backyard. As he walked away, he said, “See ya.” I watched the guy with the great haircut and cute ass disappear from view.

That evening, I finished an assignment and took a hot shower. I wanted to stay in the shower longer, but, almost as if he had a timer, my father was banging on the door as I was finishing drying my hair. “How fucking long does it take to wash off a body that you never get dirty with any hard work?”

I wrapped the towel around me and opened the door. My father stood there, completely naked and displaying an erection. He pushed me to the side. “Get out of my way. Your mother won’t let me fuck her ‘til I take a shower.”

I ran to my room. I grabbed my flashlight, shorts, t-shirt, blanket, and pillow and headed to the toolshed. I didn’t want to hear my parents and their “love-making.” How would I ever make it to December? How had I made it this far?

I made myself comfortable on the mattress. I could feel the tears burning my eyes. My mind wandered, and I pictured Arjun washing his car. His sexy body and handsome face filled my mind. I reached down and touched my cock; it had begun to swell. A rapping at the door to the shed scared the shit out of me.

“John, are you in there?” I recognized Arjun’s voice. Was I dreaming?

“The door’s open.”

I heard the door creak open, and Arjun came in with a flashlight in hand.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked him. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon, and I was staring out into the backyard when I saw the light move to the toolshed. I figured it was you, so I came out here to talk to you.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“Hey, it’s ok. I would have screamed like a little girl. Can I sit here next to you?”

“Sure. I’ll even share my blanket if you want.”

“You’re so nice. I think that’s one of the reasons I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. And, up until now, I’ve been rather ambivalent about girls. My parents keep hounding me about this girl I’m supposed to marry, and I thought that’s why I haven’t been interested in them, but today, I kept noticing your lips while you talked, and, to be honest, I wanted you to grab me and kiss me.”

I sat up. I could sense the stress in his voice. “It’s OK. I understand what you’re feeling.”

“Please, don’t tell anyone,” he asked.

“I wouldn’t.” I put my hand on Arjun’s shoulder. “You’re not alone.”

“I knew you’d say that. I knew I could trust you. I knew I could tell you.”

Arjun was sitting on the edge of the mattress with his feet dangling over the edge. I moved into position next to him and held his hand in mine. I considered what to say next to him. “I haven’t told my parents because they would kick me out. I don’t know if I’ll tell them when I go. You don’t have to rush anything in deciding what you want or whom you want to tell.”

“When my father sees two men together on TV, he says that he doesn’t care what they do, he just doesn’t know why he has to see it. If I tell them that I like guys instead of girls, my parents may just be disappointed, but they could kick me out of the family.”

I felt him grasp my hand a little more tightly. We sat next to one another for several minutes without saying anything. Arjun turned his head toward mine. “I… want…” He continued to move closer so that our lips touched. We kissed gently. I separated his lips with my tongue. I’d forgotten about his braces and was surprised by their presence. He met my tongue with his and then pulled back. “I need to get back to the house, but that felt so nice, and so…” He turned his head.

“Right?”

“Yeah,” he whispered.

“You can stay if you want. We can just lie here. We don’t have to talk, or we can talk, or whatever you want to do.”

“I don’t want to get caught. Get us both in trouble.”

“The windows’s open,” I said. “We could hear them if they come out looking for you.”

“Maybe just a minute.”

I pulled him a little closer to me. “You give me a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach, Arjun. No one’s ever done that to me.”

“You make me feel kinda funny, too, and you’re making me think things that I’ve tried not to think.”

“I understand. I used to try not to think about those things too. But, they’re part of who I am, and I’ve accepted it.”

“I’m going to go, John. If I stay, I might start thinking with my penis.” He turned and kissed me hard; then he stood up. “I want to see you tomorrow.”

I get out of class tomorrow at about one o’clock. I’ll come straight home if you’ll be here.”

“I will,” he said and kissed me again. “Tomorrow.”

He left quickly and quietly, and I was sitting alone in the dark. But I didn’t feel alone. I had a friend, maybe one with benefits, or even someone to love. Maybe we would help each other discover more about ourselves. Perhaps we would form an everlasting bond. I couldn’t wait to find out.

I had a difficult time concentrating in class the next day. Images of Arjun washing his car traded places with the emotionally raw image of his sitting next to me and touching his lips to mine. The boner in my pants kept coming and going; I worried that by the time I got to be with Arjun, my dick would be worn out and asleep, and if he was ready to play, I wanted to be ready to play.

Driving home was tough as well. I kept pushing the speed limit. I did my best to keep it under control and finally pulled into the driveway. I ran into the house to pee and change my underwear. Just as I had suspected, they were stained with precum that had oozed out as I fought off the boners that accompanied my Arjun-filled thoughts. Why was I thinking about him so much? Was it just lust? He was incredibly handsome, but in the past when I met someone I found attractive, someone I might think about while I jerked-off, thoughts of him did not overwhelm my brain the way Arjun was doing.

Heading over to the house next door, I wondered whether I should go through the front when I heard my name called. Arjun was standing toward the back not too far from my shed. I hurried to the back. Arjun was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and some quite skimpy swimming briefs. “Wow,” I said. “You’re sexier in person than you are in my memories.” I was smiling.

“You’re saying things that I… I have to confess that I’ve had fantasies of a guy saying things like that to me.”

“Before you tell me anything else that you’ve been thinking, I need to tell you that I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we met yesterday. It’s like my brain is on Arjun-overload.” I stepped closer to him. “Arjun, I’ve met guys before that I wanted to fuck and even guys I wanted to be fucked by. But I’ve never met anyone I wanted to run down a beach with while we held hands. I can see us doing that. I have seen us in my head doing exactly that.”

Arjun opened the shed and went inside. I followed him in and closed the door. The window was still open from the night before. I faced the man from next door. I pulled his shirt off over his head and ran my fingers across his dark hairy chest. A sensation I’d never known ran through me, not unlike an electric shock that penetrates each fiber of one’s being. I pressed my lips against his, and within moments, I ran my tongue against the steel of his braces.

He remained motionless except to return my kisses. I dropped to my knees and pulled the remainder of his clothing to the floor. His erection sprang forth, and I began to massage it with my lips. Small whimpering moans from deep in Arjun’s throat filled the room. I felt encouraged and tightened my lips around his shaft. His hands held my head as he ran his fingers through my hair. I pulled his cock into my mouth until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. My hands grasped his ass cheeks and held him tightly to me. My tongue vibrated unlong the belly of his dick until I sensed his abs contract. I slowly moved my lips up the shaft toward the head when I felt his penis jerk and he ejaculated into my mouth.

There was a saltiness to him but none of the bitterness my own ejaculated had when I had tasted it. I swallowed what he had given me and stood up. Arjun stepped out of his shorts and kicked off his shoes. He kissed me and moved to the mattress. I made myself naked and crawled next to him. I stared into his eyes and wondered whether I was looking at my future.

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My coffee breaks are increasing lately.

There is this kid on campus that I have spotted a few weeks ago in the open area outside the cafeteria. What can I say? He draws my attention? It is much more than that. He has made my heart skip a beat or two the first time I have spotted him. My little guy down there also has seemed interested—semi-hard in a few seconds.

I am a professor and the kid is a student. I’ve just turned 40, graying at the temples, wire-rimmed eyeglasses, fairly in good shape, in general, your regular college professor. He? Well, he is around 2 meters tall (6’ 5”), slim, with a light beard, 21 or 22 years old. The more I watch him the more I notice things that attract me more with each coffee break I take and he happens to be there.

He usually wears a pair of faded blue jeans that outlines his penis, positioned a little bit to the left. Not that the jeans are tight, but the outline is definite. He has a dashboard stomach; once, he was wearing a shirt with the top two buttons undone. I could see the beginning of some chest hair, which sent shivers throughout my body.

I am sitting on a bench under one of the trees in the open courtyard, sipping my coffee and watching him. His movements and his whole attitude take up all my attention. I wonder whether he is gay and laugh at myself that such a hot specimen would be so. It’s true that he hangs out with other guys most of the time, but at other times a couple of girls would join them and he seems to be having a good time with his friends. Of course, he couldn’t be gay. He doesn’t show any signs of gayness. He is just natural in his movements. But even if he were gay, why would he be interested in old professors when there are so many other hot guys around?

I am watching him, sipping my coffee and having wild reflections. After a while, he breaks away from the group and walks in my direction. I wish he would come over and talk. But then why would he? He isn’t taking any courses with me. As I watch this hot, young kid walk towards me, I realize that he is coming over, after all!

He smiles as he reaches the bench I am sitting on and says, “Hi, sir.” His smile is one of those sunshine smiles that you have to remember for the rest of your life. Full young masculine lips, white teeth, shadows of dimples, eyebrows almost touching above his green-brown eyes, and oh, his tall, lithe and slim body.

“Hi,” I say back, trying to manage the shaking excitement in my voice, looking up at him as he towers over me.

“I hope I’m not bothering you, sir, but may I sit with you for a while?”

My heart is beating very fast; I really believe that the thumping might show through my shirt. His jeans outline is even more pronounced now that I am able to see him up close.

“Sure,” I say, feeling my mouth starting to go dry. “What can I do for you?”

“Well,” he smiles—oh, that smile again—“nothing much. But I like to talk to profs, and I noticed that you usually sit in the open area and watch students as you drink your coffee. And I also noticed that you tend to be looking our way most of the time. Can I ask: What do you look for when you are watching us?”

“Hmmm, good question.”

I am thinking fast. The kid is sharp. What could I say to that? He is sitting next to me, somewhat closer than I would have expected, and I could feel his body heat, or it could have been my imagination or wishful thinking.

“Nothing in particular. Young people attract me and I like to watch. Does that make you uncomfortable?”

He laughs. “On the contrary, sir. I feel it’s a compliment when a professor takes an interest in us outside the classroom or his office. I am glad you feel that way. Or maybe it’s the pretty females that attract your attention, ha ha.” He makes it sound like a joke. Later, I would reconsider that in light of what would happen next.

“Actually, it’s the males!” I blurt out.

I couldn’t believe I have said that. It has just come out unconsciously. The way he looks at me when I say this doesn’t tell me much. I am somewhat relieved that he doesn’t get up and move away. In fact, I feel he has inched closer, our knees almost touching. This is dangerous grounds. There is no way that I would allow myself to court a student, let alone a male student. I decide that I wouldn’t take it any further. I pretend to look at my watch and start to get up.

“Time for me to get back to the office. I’m Dr. Jamieson, by the way.”

He put his hand on my thigh and pressed down. “Please, sir, could you stay for a few more minutes?”

I look down at his hand and then back at his face, with my eyebrows raised. He is definitely coming onto me. I know that I should remove his hand and walk away. But there is no way I am going to do that! “What’s your name?” I ask.

“Jimmie,” he smiles, moving his hand away. “Very similar to your name.”

Both relieved and disappointed with his hand removed, I nod my head, “True.” But my better judgment wins the argument battling in my head.

“Well, Jimmie, it was very nice of you to come over and talk to me. I have enjoyed our little chat. You are welcome to come to my office any time whenever you feel you would like to chat more. I’m usually free in the late afternoons when all the administrative assistants leave—the floor is usually quiet and empty.”

I stand up, reluctantly, wave goodbye and wobble to my office on watery legs. Would he understand my invitation? Would he come to the office after 4? Hmmm.

I am occupied throughout the rest of the day with meetings and classes. When the assistants leave at 4 o’clock I am somewhat relieved and I immediately start working on my lessons for the following day.

“You sure are a hard worker, sir.”

I jump. Yes, there he is with his heart-breaking smile, framing the door. “Ah, it’s you. Jimmie, wasn’t it?”

“I hope I’m not interrupting or intruding,” he says as he walks into the office.

“Not at all, Jimmie.”

I watch him as he slowly walks over to the bookcase and looks at the titles. “You read a lot, sir, don’t you?”

“Well, Jimmie, I read my share. Don’t you read?”

“Not really,” he says as he saunters back towards my desk, approaching from the side rather than the front. I watch: His jeans show an erection! Yes, an erection! Beautiful, outlined erection… maybe not full but definitely outlined.

Jimmie notices my wide stare. How could he not with my eyes glued to his crotch? He touches himself. I can’t take my eyes away. I am mesmerized. He turns and goes to the door as I watch his young bubble butt move. He locks the door and walks back, his erection now straining at the faded jeans. He reaches my chair and presses himself at my arm. The heat! The throbbing! Through the fabric I can sense his urgency. During all of this I find myself totally mute, frozen, unable to comprehend the forwardness of this kid. Whatever has given him the idea that I will not kick him out of the office? Instead, I cannot make any comment. I’m never lost for words usually, but with his hardness pressing against my arm I become totally speechless. I just watch and feel, with a dropped jaw.

“Sir,” he says, his voice turning husky, pressing harder on my arm, “I really like you and I knew you liked me when I noticed you watching me out in the open area.” He was grinding his crotch on my arm. “I wasn’t sure,” he continued, “but I had a feeling you are more than just watching me.” He reaches down and slides his hand inside my open shirt, rubbing, fondling my nipples.

All I could answer is a moan.

He moves back and stands in front of me, his inviting bulge so irresistible. I reach out and rub it tentatively. It is his turn to moan. The erection feels quite large under my palm, but I assume the jeans fabric would have added to the size I am now groping shamelessly. I haven’t expected him to be hung, being so slim, but my experience has so far proven that I could very easily be wrong about that. Not that it matters, really. I wouldn’t care if he is hung or not. I have to take it out, to hold it, to kiss it, to swallow the whole length of it regardless if he is hung or not.

I undo his jeans buttons, slowly, pull them down around his legs, and look at his bulge again. He definitely is big; it isn’t just the jeans after all. His bulge inside his tight boxer briefs is definitely large. The erection curves to the left almost reaching the side of his hip. I’ve seen a few in my lifetime, but Jimmie looks deliciously hung.

I lean over and touch the bulge with my lips, pressing through the underwear fabric, moving from the base to the head, where the fabric is starting to get wet.  His erection presses back at my mouth, throbbing, urgent. I feel his hand on my head, going through my thinning hair. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pull down his tight boxers. His cock pops out. Literally! Pointing straight out and up at an angle: around 20 hard, thick centimeters (8 inches) of man meat. I am both impressed and ecstatic. Jimmie is not one of those wimps with little peckers looking for a quick blow job. Jimmie looks like someone who wants action—and I am more than willing and ready.

My lips encircle his pink cockhead as I reach for his fuzzy hanging balls. I go down on him, sliding down the thick shaft, fighting back the gag reflex, swallowing, ultimately reaching the base, filling my nose with his musky boy scent, stretching my mouth on his beautiful tool. As soon as I press my lips around the base of his shaft, he gives out such a deep moan that I think he is going to shoot his load. I slowly pull out the length, then ever so slowly back down to the base, tilting my head back to look up at his face and get my throat open. His eyes are closed shut as he holds onto my hair. I quicken my sucking pace and could feel his thigh muscles rippling under my grabbing hands. But I want more of this kid than sucking his cock.

First, I have to have a full look at him naked before going any further. I let go and his cock comes out of my mouth, dripping spit. I stand up, my own erection tenting my pants, and pull his t-shirt off. He has a killer body. The six-pack abs are defined like a chocolate bar, the nipples hard but not too big, his chest hair soft and covering the upper middle of his chest between the nipples with a beautiful trail down his flat stomach getting thicker as it reaches his dark pubic hair encircling his fantastic cock base, curled and protective.

Jimmie starts to unbutton my shirt as I lick at his nipples and upper chest, loving the feel of the silky skin and the little hair he has. I am so glad that he isn’t one of those kids who shave their body hair. Even his armpits are so excitingly hairy. I jump a little as I feel his hand groping my hardness. He rubs my erection inside my pants as he presses his cock on my hip. I find his lips.

I consider myself a good kisser, so I make sure to enjoy kissing this kid to the maximum. I lick at his lips, flick my tongue and probe into his mouth as his hands urgently unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down. He moves his mouth away from mine and starts licking down my neck to my hairy chest, nipples, stomach and belly as his hand encircles my hard cock and starts to stroke it gently. He kisses the cut head as he kneels in front me.

It is amazing to watch this young god so lovingly working my erection. I am no where as hung as he is but I sport a nice 16 centimeters of cock (6 inches) and he seems to love it. He sucks. I can tell he is no expert but I don’t mind, as the teeth grate on my cock shaft.

I lean against the edge of the desk weakly as he goes down on me, pumping into his throat but pausing whenever he gags. He can’t take the whole length. He just works the head and the first half of my shaft making me so weak in the knees. His hands are massaging my hairy thighs, cupping my balls, rubbing into my crack, fingering my hole.

We separate just enough to kick off our clothes and resume the kissing and grinding, fully naked, right there in my office. He is so horny for me, which makes me think of myself as the most beautiful man he has ever wanted. Our penises rub on each other, fucking each other.

Slowly he turns me around. Oh, my God, I tremble. He’s going to fuck me! Surely, I’ve been fucked before but never by such a big tool or such a young kid. He already has his slick cock in my crack rubbing it up and down and kissing the back of my neck. I could feel his breath, his wet lips, his light beard brushing my nape and I shiver all over, pressing back on him, in anticipation.

“Oh, man, sir, this is so fantastic! I’m dreaming,” he moans. Fuck that, I tell myself. I’m the one who is dreaming!

His cockhead, now covered with his spit, starts pushing into my hole. There is no way he is going to penetrate me like this, but he is so insistent. I am worried about bare backing. I have never done that before. I am usually very careful. But the moment is so intense, so spontaneous, that the idea of stopping to drive off campus and get condoms is ridiculously out of the question. I stop his pressing, put some more spit on my fingers, and rub my hole with it. He is doing the same, covering his cock with his own spit. Then he is back at my hole, pressing. I try to relax, but his mushroom cockhead is stretching me to the limit. He is holding my hips and pressing harder when his cockhead penetrates. I let out a scream. He immediately withdraws.

“Sorry, sir,” he stammers, “I didn’t mean to push so hard.”

“Jimmie,” I say, “you take that tool of yours out of my hole another time I think I will kill you. Get the fuck back in.”

“Yes, sir!” and he forces the head back in.

The pain is so intense, and I’m squeezing my rim muscle so hard that he couldn’t go any further than the knob inside me.

“Take it easy, kid. Let me get used to your size,” I moan.

“Sir, please don’t call me kid, especially when my cock is inside you!” he says as he presses harder, ignoring my plea, his hand grabbing my neck with force.

The shaft starts to slide in as I relax a little. He is halfway inside me when he exclaims hoarsely, breathlessly. “Oh man, I can’t hold it any longer; I gotta go in all the way,” and he thrusts the whole 20 centimeters of hard, young rod deep into me with one single ram.

I feel my insides almost coming out of my mouth, my ass ripped into shreds. Then he starts the fucking, only like a young, horny stud would do it: deep, hard thrusting in and out, using the whole length of his shaft to stretch me wider and wider. He pounds, breathing hard and moaning. My thighs and butt cheeks go numb with the pain of the ceaseless pounding, but I would never dream of stopping him or asking him to slow down. I hold tightly onto the edge of the desk as my body takes his ramming. I try my best to stifle my groans lest someone passing by the office get wind of the fucking going on inside. I can feel myself sweating with the effort of receiving his merciless cock thrusting in and out of my ass.

I know that he is going to shoot his load very soon at the tempo of his fucking, and I can’t wait for the feeling of his cock getting thicker, ready to explode. I realize that I am going to be quite sore for some days to come.

“Oh, Oh, Oh my God, it’s cumming, sir. I’m gonna shoot.”

He pounds faster, deeper and harder, his balls slapping at my butt. I squeeze my hole around his shaft, milking him, and that gets him off. With a loud moan, he makes one final thrust and explodes. I swear I could feel his hot cum reaching all the way up into my belly. He squirts and squirts as if he is never going to stop. I push my butt back into his crotch to let more of his cock bury deeper inside me. Finally, he starts to pull out. As he pops out of my ass, he turns me around and takes my pulsating cock in his mouth, his own dick still dripping. I immediately shoot my load, my butthole burning, seeping cum. He starts to gag and cough and pulls off my ejaculating dick. My cum splatters all over my crotch, my pubes, his face. He looks up at me, so cute, so apologetic. I cannot tell whether my heart has gone formula-one-racing or has just simply stopped pumping.

Finally, the kid moves away and sits in the chair opposite my desk, naked, his cock still semi-hard and dripping, still delicious as hell. He is breathing hard, his face smeared with cum, his chest glistening with sweat. I lean back at the desk in front of him, weak, totally spent, completely filled.

He looks up at me, smiles, strokes his wet cock slowly, and says, “Sir, that was the best fuck I have ever had.”

“So,” I say laughingly, “you get to fuck older men often?”

I am squeezing my sore hole hard to try to keep his load inside me. I want this kid’s juice to breed me. I feel so full.

His face actually blushes. “You are my first, sir! I mean I’ve been with girls and such, but my feelings and thoughts have always been somewhere else. I have never squirted like I did just now. Never, ever! Please, sir, could I drop by every now and then? Please?”

“Jimmy, my boy,” I smile down at him, looking at his beautiful body, “you are most welcome, but the next time you will have to receive as well as give.”

“I would do anything, sir, to be able to stay with you.” His smile is a mixture of lust and mischief.

“Well, you’ve done pretty well, today,” I concede, my rim muscle scorching.

We put on our clothes. He says goodbye. I watch him leave, my heart aching.

He comes by my office a couple of times a week and each time it’s as intense as the first time. I should take more coffee breaks, I guess!

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B: Bully

Warning: This story contains use of derogatory language.

It had been two days since my mysterious encounter. I still couldn’t parse anything that had occurred on Saturday. The rest of that day and the next had played out with me in some sort of feverish state. I wanted dick…I needed it. My own penis was almost constantly hard at the thought. Fearing my desires, I stayed in my room all of Sunday. The situation made me glad that I didn’t have a roommate; I fear I would have jumped on him if I did. I even tried jerking off multiple times. Each time I was about to finish, Master’s voice echoed in my head. He had told me to save my cum, so I stopped touching myself every time. It was like I was edging myself, which only made me hornier, so i stopped, resigning myself to the fact that I’d just have to live with the erection for now. I had hoped that I would at least be able to push these thoughts out of my mind for my science lecture on Monday. However, I quickly realized that wouldn’t happen when I woke up. My eyes still felt glassy and my head hazy. Shaking myself in a futile attempt both to wake up and focus my mind, I got as ready as I could under the circumstances. 

The lecture room luckily wasn’t far from my dorm. I don’t think I could have made it too in my state. Another lucky break for me was my seating position: I always sat nearer to the back of the class, so I wouldn’t have a lot of eyes on my disheveled self. I found the most secluded seat I could without looking too separated from the rest of the students and I borderline collapsed into the chair. People filed in, talking about this or that, and soon the professor arrived. 

The lecture felt like it took a millennium. I don’t mean that in a bored college student way, more in a I’m so out of that I have no sense of time kind of way. I tried, with difficulty, to take notes for about the first quarter of the class. My mind had one primary thought and it was only growing stronger, but I continually struggled to push it down. 

Unfortunately for me, the professor was male. Damn, was has he always been this hot? Did his pants always fit him that well? He looks like he’s got a nice little bulge there. I wouldn’t mind seeing it up close…study his anatomy a little. Or maybe he could slap my ass with a ruler. Tell me I’ve been a bad boy and that he’s gonna punish me. Oh yeah, I’ve been so bad! I‘ll take all the punishment you can give, I know I deserve it! Spank me more, make me obey your authority like a good boy! 

I shook my head, somewhat returning to reality. I didn’t know when my fantasy had started or how much I had missed. I was hard again…and I still craved dick. I sighed to myself; I’d have to get the notes from someone else. The rest of the class consisted of me cycling between daydreaming about a classmate’s cock and trying to prevent myself from doing that. 

A hand suddenly landed on my shoulder. “Ah!” Despite my startled state, I looked to see who the appendage belonged to. Oh…I knew this guy. Jackson Castor, tight end on the football team. I’d like to see his tight end. No no, I couldn’t be attracted to Jackson! He bullied me when I was in high school. Part of the reason I transferred to another school was to get away from him! Now though, I want to get close to him…very close. Damn it, no! I needed to stop…especially since I’m pretty sure he just said something. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I said class is over man,” he smiled slightly. 

It didn’t seem like he remembered me, but I sure knew him. And I didn’t like what I knew. I’d like to get to know him on a deeper level though…that I think I would like. Ugh…I needed to get out of there. “Oh, uhh, thanks,” I spluttered out and began hurriedly packing my things. 

“No worries,” he said in his acutely dude bro way. “Hey, aren’t you Greg?”

“Umm…George actually,” I corrected. 

“George, right!” he said as if he’d known all along. “So…do you have a partner yet?”

His question confused me. “A…partner?”

“Yeah, a partner. You know…for the pair project?” he responded, clearly not understanding my lack of comprehension. 

I shuttered. A pair project in college? Could my life get any worse? “Oh, sorry again, I…didn’t catch that we were doing a project of any kind.” Jackson raised an eyebrow at that. “I’m really out of it. My notes are usually good, but I just couldn’t focus today.” I didn’t have to tell him that…why did I tell him that?

“That sucks dude,” he said with a lack of real sympathy, though he at least tried to feign it. “So, that means you’re free, right? You wanna pair up?”

I’d love for you to pair your cock up with my ass. “Yes, sure, that sounds fine,” I said, desperate to leave the situation. 

“Great! So, you wanna meet up some other day since you’re feeling weird right now?” 

I shuddered. As much as I would have liked to push it off, it would be best to discuss the details of the project today, especially since I didn’t know what it specifically entailed. Plus, my impulses would only grow stronger as the days went on; at least at the moment I could somewhat control myself. “No, we can discuss it later today. I should be feeling better by then.”

“Oh, okay. Is around eight at your place good for you?”

Around eight inches at my place sounds great. “Yes, that sounds fine. I’m in complex C, room number 26. See you at eight.” I abruptly walked away, leaving Jackson behind.

* * *

I slept the rest of the day until just before eight o’clock. I was tired and I didn’t want my mind to be on penises anymore. This backfired spectacularly. I had a dream, one of my most vivid at the time; I was on the football field with Jackson. I was on all fours in the grass, my lower half completely exposed, looking back at him. He was wearing his football pants with nothing covering his massive chest. His cock was clearly hard inside of those pants. I…was hungry for it. Suddenly, he was fucking my ass, hard and fast. I was full, taking every inch of him into me. 

“You know, you’d be a great water boy for the team,” he said without slowing down. “The water boy is always the slut.” 

And then…I woke up with a raging erection. Okay, so I was in trouble. Before I could truly collect myself, I heard a knock. 

“Hey George, I’m here!” Of course he was here. Why not? “Can I come inside?” You sure can. 

I got out of bed and lightly slapped myself on both sides of my face. “Yeah, it’s unlocked.”

He entered my humble dwelling and shortly closed the door behind him. “You feeling any better?” he asked with his faux niceness. 

“Yes, a bit,” I lied, hoping he at least wouldn’t notice my hardness. 

He then set to explaining what the project was to me. We were to create a completely new animal, not based off of any real life creatures. We had to give it both an informal name and a scientific name and describe things such as its behavior, diet, environment, and mating habits. We can have a demonstration of the mating habits if you want. 

After he finished explaining, he said “Okay, so, do you want to get started on it?”

“Yes, of course.” I pulled out my notebook and a pencil, but saw that Jackson made no attempt to do the same. “Are you going to get something out to write on? I have extra paper and pencils if you need them.”

“Oh no. You‘re going to do the project. I’m not doing anything.” 

I squinted. “What? You have to do something. Otherwise we’ll fail the assignment!” 

“You still don’t get it, do you?” he said sharply. “You’re doing all of the work and I’m putting my name on it. I have to have time for football practice. I can’t be stuck with some loser doing a lame-ass project.”

Now there was the Jackson I remembered. I could feel my face heating up as I said “What!? That’s ridiculous! You have to help me!”

“No I don’t,” he replied in a rude, flat manner. “I’m Jackson Castor. I don’t do projects, I get bitches like you to do ‘em for me.” He stood up, towering over me. He was intimidating to say the least. “I’m the boss,” he said, his voice taking on an eerie tone. “Now do the project. Got that…bitch?”

I was going to retort but I found myself saying “Yes sir.” What!? Why on earth would I say that? I didn’t want to do the project so this asshole could take the credit!

Jackson chuckled darkly “Sir? What the fuck am I, your father?”

“No sir.” Somehow I could feel that that wasn’t a retort, it was a genuine response. 

Jackson, however, didn’t take it as such. “Fuck you bitch! You know what I meant. Anyway, I’ve never had anyone give in that easy. I didn’t even have to bribe you or have the coach ask you to do it. Who made you so obedient?”

“A dark masked figure at a carnival. He hypnotized me into obeying men.” I blurted out. As soon as the words left my mouth, my eyes widened. Where the hell did that come from!?

Jackson’s eyes were wide as well. “Uhh…” Shortly, he rolled them. “Oh, I get it. You’re messing with me. Well, suck my dick bitch!”

My entire body tensed. Suck his dick…I had to suck him down! I slammed my supplies down and dropped to my knees hard. “Yes sir,” I said drunkenly. I moved my head down towards his package.

I quickly found myself being launched across the room, landing on my back. “What the fuck are you doing bitch!?”

“You told me to suck your dick sir.” My voice didn’t sound like my own. It was like…the one I had when Master had fucked me.

“I wasn’t being serious!” He looked away from me angrily, before turning back, now with a smile on his face. “Ah, so that’s it. That’s why you’re so submissive.”

“What do you mean sir?”

“You’re a fag.”

“I…excuse me sir?”

“Oh damn, that’s exactly what it is. I can’t believe I didn’t peg you before. You’re a complete fag!” Jackson grabbed his soft rod and shook it at me. “You want this, huh you little homo bitch?”

I gulped. “Yes sir.”

Jackson started laughing hysterically. “You actually admitted to wanting cock! Jesus fuck, most fags at least try to deny it at first.” He looked down at me and started laughing even harder. “God damn, you even popped a woody from me calling you a fag.” Once he got his laughter under control, he walked over and stood between my legs. “You shouldn’t be gettin’ boners while you’re working you know.” Jackson then raised his left foot and pushed it into my balls. 

“Ah…s-sir, what are you-?”

“Quiet bitch!” He increased the pressure on my nutsack. “How’s that feel?”

“It…it feels amazing sir.” And it did. It felt way too good. 

Jackson peered at me. “Damn, you’re not lying are you?”

“N-no sir…ahh…”

“You’re gettin’ off on this, huh?” 

“Yes…sir.”

Jackson took his foot off of me, decreasing my pleasure. “So…would you do anything I told you to?”

“Yes sir.”

“Hmm…” he uttered, seeming to consider what he wanted to do to me. “Stand up.” I immediately did so. “Take off your shirt.” Somewhere in my mind, I wondered why he told me to do that, but I obeyed nonetheless. “Twist your nipples. Do it so hard that it hurts.”

I felt my arms raise and my hands reach for my nipples. I braced for the pain. When I pinched myself, I did experience pain, but it was overwhelmed by the utter pleasure. “Ugh…aaah! Oh god…”

“That all you got? Twist ‘em harder!” I acquiesced. 

“Mmm mm uh!” I moaned. As my pain increased, so too did the utter bliss I felt. A bully was making me pinch my nipples with great force, and I couldn’t help but love it.

“Hehe…still liking that, eh bitch? Well, okay. Drop your pants.” My hands found their way to my belt and it was undone. I unzipped my fly, my pants fell, and I stepped out of them, now down to my briefs. “Now, give yourself a wedgie. Make you undies floss your asshole.” I grabbed two fists full of my underwear and pulled up. 

“Ugh-uh!” my breath hitched. The fabric ground against me in an intensely enjoyable way. In front, the fabric left no part of my bulge to the imagination; it was clear that I was enjoying this too. 

“Turn around. Let me see what you’re doing.” With some difficulty, I turned. “C’mon, you can do better than that. Really work those briefs out. Make ‘em stretch.” I pulled harder at Jackson’s request. The underwear dragged over the head of my cock. I almost came right there, but didn’t. I couldn’t cum until Jackson did. “That still feel good bitch?”

“M-my pleasure…doesn’t m-matter…only yours.” I said.

“Hm,” Jackson huffed out, sounding amused, “I like that answer. You really wanna suck me off, dontcha?”

“If that’s what you want…yes sir.”

“Take the underwear off. No, better yet, break your underwear and let them fall off.” I used all of my strength and pulled. Soon, I heard a snap and my briefs tore apart. I finally let go and they descended to the ground. “Turn back around.” I did as commanded. “Are you still fully hard after all that?” said Jackson, surprised. 

“Yes sir.”

“On your knees.” I fell into position. Jackson walked in my direction and stood in front of me. His covered dick was inches away from my face. He took my chin and tilted it up to face him. “Okay…I’ve decided that having an obedient fag like you around might not be the worst thing in the world. I could use you to suck my cock while I’m not gettin’ any tail. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes sir, I would love it.”

“You’re a fag, are you?”

“Yes sir.”

“Say it.”

“I’m a fag sir.” 

“Damn right you are. Now…” he pushed his fly down, reached into his pants, and pulled his rod out through the opening. It was long, thick, and veiny, with a big head, “suck me off before I change my mind.” 

I dove down on it, taking the whole thing. This being my first time sucking a dick, I was shocked I could do such a thing. I pulled back, using my tongue a generous amount as I did, but refused to pull off of the giant rod. I couldn’t bring myself to take it out if my mouth…I needed to keep it in there. 

“Oooh, yeaaah…” Jackson moaned. “You’re thirsty for my cum, aren’t you bitch?”

“Mmm,” I said without stopping my cock sucking. 

“Ahhh, that feels good. Do it again!”

“Mmmmm…”

“That’s it bitch, just like that,” he sighed, clearly enjoying himself. “Damn, I haven’t had my dick sucked in weeks. These girls always say I’m too big to deepthroat. But that’s not a problem for you, is it fag?”

“Mm mmm.”

“Nope. You’re happy to swallow all of me. In fact…stop. I’m gonna fuck your face.” I obeyed and he grabbed the back of my head. “I ain’t gonna go slow or stop if you ask. But don’t worry…you’ll love it.” To illustrate his point, he shoved my head down on his dick and thrusted forward at the same time. I thought I would choke, but I didn’t. “What, do fags not have gag reflexes? Or is it just you?” he said as he continued to push and thrust. “Doesn’t matter.” He only got quicker from there, shoving his length down my throat at a merciless speed. As his speed increased, so did that if his breathing. I could tell that he’d wanted to do this with a girl, but they wouldn’t let him. He was likely too rough for them. But I would please him…it was my job. Just as I was thinking that, he said through heaving breaths “You…ready bitch? I’m gonna…paint the…back of your throat. Don’t spill a drop of my cum!” 

“Mmm!”

As I said that, he shot his load into my mouth. “Ah! Ha! Aaah haha haaa…!” He came buckets. I swallowed all of it. As soon as he finished cumming, he took his dick out of my mouth. I was sad that it was no longer there. “You’re a good cock sucker, I’ll give you that,” is what he said first. 

“Thank you sir.” I noticed that there was a drop of cum on the tip of his dick. I hastily licked it up. Jackson seemed taken aback by this gesture, so I explained, “You told me not to let a drop of your cum spill.”

“Attentive too…I like that.” He then unfortunately stuffed his penis back into his shorts. “Okay George…I’ll let you suck me off again when I feel like it. Maybe even take your ass for a spin if I’m really horned up.”

“Anytime sir. Thank you.”

“What’s your number?” I told him and he typed it into his phone. “Alright. Look forward to it.” He stepped toward the door. 

“W-wait sir, may I ask you something?”

He paused. “What is it?”

“May I…cum…? Please sir!”

Jackson chuckled once more. “Since you sucked me so good, you can cum after I leave. Was that it?”

“Yes sir.”

“See ya.” he said as he made his exit. 

After Jackson was gone, I put my hand on my dick and I erupted. I hadn’t even begun to jerk myself, I simply touched down there and I released a massive load of cum. I finally felt like my head was clear. Maybe Master was right…maybe this is what I desire most.

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On Monday, even as Ted logged into truck forty-seven, he was aware of a proximity alert. He acknowledged the warning icon before entering his final id, masking the lurking human from Master Control’s detection. As his full sensor array came on line, he quickly turned the view screen towards the cab’s occupant and put his finger to his virtual lips, silence continued uninterrupted.

He set the truck in motion for its run to the ore face and initiated his ghost presence. Everything would seem perfectly normal; Master wouldn’t be able to detect what was really happening in the cab. He turned again to the Rag formerly known as Tom, now #382.

“382, we can talk,” he began, “what are you doing hiding in here? Won’t someone miss you?”

“I wish you guys would use my name,” he sighed, “I’m on the night shift this week. I checked the roster, found forty-seven and climbed in after Jim logged out,” Ted nodded on the screen showing he understood.

“The big guy in the black robot said you’re my owner, said you could help me, you know jack off. Can you please? I’m so fucking desperate!”

“You ever been with another guy before?” 382 shook his head no.

“I’m straight,” he declared, “Never even thought about stuff like this, till my balls started aching so bad.”

“So, you’ve never had anyone push their cock up your arse?” 382 swallowed but remained silent, again another shake of the head. Ted beckoned for him to come closer, he did.

Taking control of the cab’s robotic hand, Ted reached out.

“Well, if you want me to empty these balls,” he said as he took the orbs in a light grip, “then I’m going to be fucking your arse, a lot! What do you think about that?”

“I can’t think anymore! On the job I work flat out so I don’t have to think, I stay back late so I don’t have to think. If I get to thinking, I feel like I’m going to explode.” He paused, clearly flustered.

“The black guy said I belong to you, I’ll do whatever you want but, please, I mean it, please jack me off!”

Silence again filled the space; Ted savored the moment.

“Open that red case in the corner,” the driver directed, “get the metal cylinder out and fit it to this.” The robotic hand swiveled to stillness in the centre of the cab. 382 did as he was told. He then added a generous dab of lube, as instructed. Ted lowered the arm to knee height and rotated the screen to face the boy directly.

“What’s your name? Who’s your owner?” The rag formerly known as Tom paused.

“I’m 382, you own me.”

“Excellent!” the driver praised, “work this into your arse and we’ll see about letting you blow.” 382 smiled widely before awkwardly arranging himself above the metal cock.

“Go slow,” instructed Ted. “Open yourself up carefully, we’ve got a few hours and if you do good, you get to cum.” A crease of concern flashed across the boy’s face; he began to lower himself.

For Ted the feeling was magnificent. Straight boy arse, stretched as it had never been stretched before, was truly one of the best fuck experiences he’d had. He could feel everything of what was taking place a thousand kilometres away, it was as if his dick was actually there. After his toy’s back passage expanded, he began to fuck the hapless rag no end. His dick had never had so much fun.

Forty minutes into the session Ted reached around with the cab’s second arm and worked his property gently. 382 was dripping and desperate for release. Thirty or forty pumps in, the boy exploded, Ted felt the arse he was fucking contract in spasm. He kept working the cock and dragged a second batch of seed from it five minutes later, it hadn’t softened at all.

For a long time 382 seemed in a trance, almost unresponsive. Ted let him be. When he perked up, he realised Ted had stopped moving.

“Sorry,” he apologised, “I’m not sure where I was.” The metal hand reached up to his shoulder and gripped it lightly.

“You did great,” Ted smiled on screen, “it means we’re going to be doing this a lot.”

“Lift yourself off and make this cab spotless.” Came the instruction.

“Yes Sir,” replied the boy and moved to comply.

“I’ll drop you off when we get to the top of the next loop, you need to get some sleep.” The rag nodded and set to work. Ten minutes later Ted paused the machine at the check point to run a spot system review.

“A few things,” Ted started before he released the cab door. “You’ll be sore tomorrow, arse sore. It will pass but, in the morning, it won’t feel like it, understand?” the boy nodded.

“Good. Now, you keep what happens between us to yourself,” again the boy agreed.

“And lastly,” he said as he reached out and took the balls before him in a tight metallic grip. “Who owns these and what’s your name?” The boy took a shocked breath.

“They’re yours, I’m 382.” Ted released, pleased. “Thanks for letting me cum, didn’t know if you were going to.”

“You did good, you’d better go, this check is almost done.” He left.

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David turned the inventory reload droid down the third isle to begin its restocking cycle. He’d recorded a similar sequence a week ago just for occasions like tonight. He switched to the ghost program and brought the machine to a halt a third of the way down the narrow lane-way. The shelving in this part of the warehouse towered twelve to fifteen feet. Everything was within easy grasp, if you were driving a machine.

He rotated the droid’s body to face the shelving. There, set back in a four-foot-wide opening was a naked Rag.

“712,” greeted David.

“Hey,” the meek twenty-four-year-old replied. He was crouched on his haunches, his back against the rear of the cabinet. His five-inch long, thick cock stuck straight up at a forty-five-degree angle to his thighs. He’d been contemplating what was coming.

“I see you’re horny,” said the droid.

“I’m horny all the time, can’t remember the last time I came.” Declared the rag.

“You ever been with a guy before?” quizzed David.

“Not once. Would have made me sick before,” Lamented the guy.

“Before what?”

“Before you guys electrified my balls.”

“Do you want me to go? Leave you alone?”

“No, no,” 712 replied, panicked, “sorry, I’m just all fucked up. I can’t sleep, have to force my food down, spend as much time as I can on the job, at the gym. Nothing helps.”

“So your balls are full?” asked David, knowing the answer.

“Look at them!” rag snorted, “they’ve never been this big. I can see every vein, I can’t do a thing about it.” He took a breath. “You said at the medical that you were my owner. I don’t know what that means, your slave?”

“Do you think you’re a slave?”

“Don’t have no clothes, no stuff of my own. I just work, sleep and have to eat every crumb of cardboard they put in front of me. Now they’ve stopped me from jacking off and numbered me! Yeah, I think I’m a slave.”

“Well, when you put it together like that, it does make you sound like company property. It’s good you realise it, accept it, know it’s right.” Replied David. “I don’t see you as my slave though. For me you’re something different.” The droid’s lower clasp started to extend.

“What then?” asked the youth. As the metal hand carefully took hold of the ball bag before it. There was no escape now.

“A toy. My fuck toy, to use as i want.” 712’s back stiffened as silence descended.

“Just so we start off with no confusion. I’m going to be fucking your sweet virgin hole, a lot. You make my cock happy, make me happy, you get to cum. Cum as much as you want.” David stopped to let it sink in. “What do you think about that?” More quiet.

“I figured that’s what was going to happen,” the guy replied, his cock now dripping from the attention focused on his balls. “Before, when I spoke about being a slave, a company slave,” he corrected. “I don’t mean I’m angry. I’m here through my own stupid fault, I’m genuinely that dumb.”

“So not angry?” asked David.

“Not all the time. I mean, it’s not all bad, or not as bad as it sounds,” the guy continued, “you don’t have to think at all, just do what you’re told. No brain strain. It’s even got benefits, look at these fucken muscles, I’m fucking fully pumped, never looked this good.” He paused, posing his impressive guns, David let him continue.”

“This not being able to cum though, that’s a whole new problem. I know I was dumb before, but now I can’t even add two and two, I’m going mad.” He stopped letting the wave of frustration pass. “So, I guess what I’m saying is, if getting fucked lets me cum, then fuck me as much as you want. You tell me to do something, bang, it’s done, doesn’t matter what it is. Mister, I need these balls emptied.” He said looking down at his nuts. “Just tell me what I gotta do.” He looked directly to the droid’s chest monitor where David’s face sat impassively.

“Well boy, that was a great speech. You do everything you just said, and your balls are going to be empty, a lot.” 712 smiled. “You tell anyone, and I’ll rip them off and stuff them up your arse,” the guy’s smile faded instantly. “You think that’s the sort of thing I could do in a robot?” The frozen boy nodded ‘yes’. “Good, then we understand each other. Let’s put that arse of yours to work and see if you can’t get a load pumped out.”

Over two hours David used the droid’s multiple arms and grips to hold and position 712 into a full range of contorted situations. Not all of them were easy on the guy, but he didn’t complain. After stretching the boy’s rear chute, David cock fucked him wildly. He’d have trouble walking tomorrow, no doubt.

Towards the end, David supported the guy’s back and raised his crutch into the air. With tenderness, he pumped the cock before him and almost instantly was rewarded when it blew a huge load. Wave after wave of cum poured down across the perfect abs, chest and face below. Neither moved, the rag fought to catch his breath. Immediately he did, the drone drained his balls a second time.

All the while, David had left his metal cock fully embedded. None of his toys were going to get to cum without him stretching their innards at the same time. It was simply good training; you don’t get one without the other. David decided to utterly drain his toy, he again worked the cock before him to wood, then release. The final load was just a shadow of the first and by then 712’s cock was super sensitive, David played for a time, but in the end, let the guy stand.

“Thank you, Sir,” said the rag in his first use of the word. “Thank you.”

“Nice Job.” Paused David. “Any cum on the droid?” 712 scanned it carefully finding some on an arm plate. “Lick it off.” He did.

“No gym tomorrow,” Directed David ‘You’ll hardly be able to walk as it is.”

“It’s worth it.” Breathed rag, “like I said, ‘anything you say’. My balls feel great, thanks.” The session finished; the pattern began.

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Jay

My first day they say, “Surely you’re staying the night. It is well into the afternoon, certainly almost night, and I don’t know what else I would have done, not now. I am so tired after the drive that’s lasted for an entire day. The place looks so comfortable. I can see the Christmas tree in a lobby outside of the chapel, and the nativity scene is laid out in the church before the altar. When they sing the Magnificat that night, the O Antiphon is:

O Rex Gentium, et desideratus earum,

lapisque angularis, qui facis utraque unum:

veni, et salva hominem,

quem de limo formasti.

Michael was here. Only a few nights ago. Michael was here, listening to these words. He was here in this chapel. My heart is so bright right now. It is so bright it hurts.

I imagine going and getting him and bringing him back here to the safety of these good men, these beautiful lights, the gentle face of Mary looking at Baby Jesus. As if it’s a done deal. But it’s not a done deal.

You may never see him again.

I may never see him alive again.

After dinner the brothers invite me into their sitting room. Father Damian says Compline is in a half hour and while we sit watching TV, Brother Raymond comes to sit beside me and says, “You are the one.”

“The one?”

“You are the one that loved him so much. I told him I saw it in him. The light of God. That it was there because it was clear he had been loved so much. You are the one that loved him.”

“But where did he go?” I asked Raymond.

“Do not despair,” the old man said, touching my hand. His hand was like a fall leaf. “He said he was going to find God, and God finds those who look.”

I go to sleep listening to the radio. I heard that outside of Grand Forks a young man presumed to be in his late twenties was found dead, his car crashed in a snowdrift. He is as yet unidentified.

I turn off the radio, punch the pillow and try to sleep.

The next day when I took a car to the house and waited for him to return I did not let myself think, “A razor to the wrist or a car driven in the lake is a quicker road to God than anything else.”

I wouldn’t let myself think it, but I did, and when I thought this, next I thought of Dalton. If I came back… unsuccessful, then there was Dalton. But that was foolish. It didn’t even work. There was Michael if I found him and Michael if I didn’t. If I didn’t return with Michael Cleveland, I came back alone, and alone was what I would be.

I remember when Michael had his crack, the one that undid him for a long time. I wish I could have taken that for him, but I couldn’t. All I could do was stand beside him. Mickey Avedon, who he’d had in Kindergarten, who still came to him and called him Mr. C. four years later. I heard the stories, but I never met him, and I’m not like my mother. I can’t pretend to shock and pain I don’t have, only be present. When I got the news of what happened to the boy, what it was to me was news, terrible news. But I never saw him in the flesh, never loved him in the spirit. Michael, my Michael. What if he’s gone? What if he’s dead? What if I came too late or what if it was not mine to save him. We had so much unfinished business. I am not philosophical enough to say, well it was not God’s will for me to come back with him. God had another plan. I am not the kind of person to let go. If he is gone, if he is that dead boy in the car, then I’m dead too. I know it. He will be my Mickey Avedon. Michael Cleveland frozen in the snow is the thing I will not be able to come back from.

I wanted to be strong. The whole world tells you to be strong, that this too shall pass, that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. But some things do kill you, and even though everything passes you may not be around when it does.

The radio I have feared I turn on now. It is broadcasting the monks. They are chanting and I almost wish I’d stayed there, almost wish somehow I had been able to shield myself from this fear and from this terror, from the wind that is pounding at the door.

Of the Father’s love begotten,
Ere the worlds began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega,
He the source, the ending He,
Of the things that are and have been,
And that future years shall see,
Evermore and evermore.

The slow, droning, thousand verses of the ancient hymn, contrast with the wind that howls outside. I am not quite weeping, but I am on the floor, and I am not quite making bargains with God, but I am admitting my misery. There goes everything There goes anger, there goes my strength. There goes Dalton and the hope of other men. There goes the feeling that this is only duty and however I come back from this, I come back the same having done everything I can. No, this is everything, Love is the house of God, and I pray without words that mercy lives in it.

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I’m sorry we had to stop because of the snow.”

“Are you crazy? We’d be dead if we kept going. Besides. All of this was my fault.”

“What were you doing out on the road anyway? Just walking around.”

“I knew there was nothing behind me, so I just kept walking forward. I kept walking hoping I wouldn’t freeze, that I’d be found. And then you found me,”

“And then we found you. The car can be ready a few days after Christmas. You’ll have to live without one tonight if that’s okay.”

“Oh, that’s okay. Everything’s okay. Everything’s more than okay.”

“Amen.”

“I’m a stupid man. I think for a long time I wanted to die, and I almost did. It was such a possibility and on the edge of it I just said Jesus let me live. Look at those stars coming out past the clouds. Look at that sky. Did the world ever seem completely new to you? Did you finally understand everything was going to be alright?

“Ah, I’m going to shut up now.”

Laughter.

“No, no talk on. I don’t meet city folks too often and when I do they always seem jumped up.”

“I never thought of myself as city folk. I just thought of myself as someone who didn’t belong.”

“Well, maybe you belong out here.”

“Maybe.”

“All sorts of things belong out here. Out here on the edge of the earth,” says the tow truck driver.

“You want the big place instead? You sure you want the cottage? With all this snow?” the driver asks.

“Yeah. Yes. I’ll be fine there.”

“Is that it? Is that the cottage?”

“Yes!”

“You left the lights on?”

“I didn’t. And there’s a car.”

“Maybe they were looking for you. Someone’s looking for you.”

“I didn’t leave the lights…. I don’t think. Or… I don’t think the monks are looking for me. But…”

But the words die as the door to the house opens, and Michael Cleveland squints and then opens his eyes, shaking his head at the impossible sight.

“It can’t be… It can’t… A miracle.”

“Who?” the driver asks.

“But… he can’t see me from in here.”

The driver laughs.

“Then you better go and let him see you.”

And still shaking his head at the impossible sight of Jay Strickland, he runs across the snow to be his miracle too.

This was during my college years. I was 22, living in the dorms. At the time, I knew that I was sexually attracted to guys, but I always thought of it as a “sickness” to be ignored and fought against. However, my penchant for the male physique couldn’t be blocked by social norms widespread at the time. How can you ignore a hot male physique sauntering along the dorm corridor in shorts and nude torso, with hot hairy legs, a smooth dark chest, and a noticeable bulge?

That was Omar.

Omar was one year older than me, a student exchange from the Sudan. He stood around 190 cm tall, slim, with silky black skin, curly hair and a beautifully chiseled face: deep brown eyes, high cheeks, very full sensual lips. Omar, for me, was hot—and I guess for most of the coeds as well!

On the other hand, I was kind of a wimpy, nerdy type of student. I was around 170 cm tall, hairy chest with a trail down to my pubes, skinny (ribs showing), pale skin, and an average face, including the proverbial eyeglasses. No way was I anything close to what Omar looked like. He was a hunk. I was a skinny skeleton in comparison.

Omar had this habit of walking around in hot semi-tight shorts, naked torso, and flip-flops. I used to love watching him as he would visit in his shorts and nude torso. But most of the time, my roommate or some other guy from the floor would be there. The atmosphere was only a one-way charged from my side.

One Saturday evening, warm for this time of year, I decided I needed a shower. The dorm floor was fairly empty since most of the guys were away for the weekend. Our showers were actually one large hall with shower heads and no partitions. For me, taking a shower was usually torture. As much as I would have loved looking at naked guys, wet and soapy, I had two things against me. First, I was a very shy person—still am—who wasn’t too happy with my body. Second, I always had to take off my glasses, which meant that all I could see would be fuzzy, what with the steam and all. I would always check whether someone was in the showers and only venture there when the shower hall was empty, which was most of the time after 9 or 10 in the evenings, especially on a Saturday.

I carried my towel, wearing my undershorts, and walked to the shower hall, relieved that it was still empty. I was under the hot water jet, enjoying my shower, lathering my chest and balls, enjoying the feeling of slippery soap around my balls and the base of my dick, which was probably the only thing about my body I was happy with—around 18 cm, cut, erecting right up, pointing to the ceiling as I rubbed slowly up and down the shaft. Everything around me was silent.

Suddenly, I heard someone walk in. Shit. Shit. I turned my back to the entrance to hide my hard-on.

“Hi, Ed,” came deep and throaty from behind me.

Oh, fuck, it’s Omar. I would recognize his voice anywhere and I remembered that being an exchange student he always stayed in the dorms during weekends.

“Hi, O,” I answered, a bit hoarse. I always called him O. It sounded more than friendly, closer. And he liked it.

“I saw you walking in here with your towel, and I thought Ed is right. A shower would be perfect at this time of the evening.”

“Ummm… yea,” I managed.

I knew I was blushing and was thankful that Omar could not see my face. I turned on the hot water knob to get more steam so he would not be able to see my skinny ass and gawky naked physique. I was sure he thought I was not appealing to look at.

From the corner of my eyes, fuzzily, I saw Omar slipping off his shorts and stepping under the shower head next to mine, turning on the water. Fuck, he was too close. He sighed as the water hit his body. God, how I wished that I could see properly! I hated the fact that I had to wear glasses in order to be able to do so.

But I did make out his beautiful, slim, muscled, satin black body. Of course, I had my body turned sideways to prevent Omar from noticing my erection, which totally refused to listen to my orders for it to go soft. How would I explain an erection to him? Or should I? My heart pounded, I thought, too loudly?

“So, Ed, how was your psych mid-term?”

Again the throaty, sexy voice. Fuck. My cock throbbed against my belly. Ed was lathering his chest and underarms as he started the conversation.

“Oh, man,” I answered with a quavering voice. “It was the same shit. I hope I pass it. God knows, I studied hard for it.”

He laughed. My God! My cock responded. My hole sphincter tightened. Omar and I were showering together, naked, with me stealing fuzzy glances at his oh-so-hot body. I could make out his dick. Christ, it’s long, even when soft. But I couldn’t really be sure, not without my glasses. Was it my imagination? Was I willing Omar to be hung? How could I tell without glasses and with so much steam? Fuck.

“Hey,” Omar said after a while. “Want me to do your back?”

“Umm…,” I muttered. Surprised? Shocked? Scared? Oh my God. Cock hardened even more. “Ok, O.” I shivered all over in anticipation.

Why did Omar want to scrub my back? Hmmm…

Without looking, I heard his feet splash in the water on the floor, and then his hands, all soapy, were on my back. The shudder throughout my body was so noticeable that Omar kind of snorted. Jeez, did he notice I was turned on?

“Wow, Ed,” he snickered. “Seems like you haven’t had anyone touch you before.”

He DID notice.

I feigned a shy laugh and shrugged my shoulders as he moved his soapy hands up and down my back. I shuddered even more. Oh my God, this felt so hot. His hands were rubbing my back and I could feel the heat from his body standing so close to me, fucking naked. I then felt his hands move to my lower back, his two thumbs pressing and kneading both sides of my spine. Shivers coursed up and down my body, to my groin, and my cock responded with more pulsing and throbbing. This was killing me. I felt my knees go weak and I had to lean onto the shower wall to stop myself from slumping onto the floor.

Strangely, I felt something soft and wet on the side of my neck. With both his hands on my lower hips, I realized this must be Omar’s lips. Oh, Fuck.

Suddenly, my shyness took over. Shit, shit, shit. I can’t let him go down onto my butt. I reached backwards moving his hands up.

“Umm…, O,” I croaked. “I think I can reach that part myself.”

In response, Omar moved his hands up and down, and … Oh my GOD … he pressed his groin onto my butt without saying a word. He kept his lips moving along the side of my neck. Much taller than me, he pressed his erection into the small of my back, and I almost fainted. I could now tell for sure that Omar was hung.

Was my friend going to rape me in the showers? Could I control my shivering? I was beyond worrying about that. Shy, shy, shy. Scared? I quickly moved away and turned to face him.

“What the fuck, Omar?” I managed to say in a hoarse voice. “What are you doing?” So lame.

Through the steam and my fuzzy sight, I could see his beautiful body and the smirk on his face.

“Ed,” he snickered. “We’re both horny.” He grabbed my hard cock as I gasped. “See? Your little junior here wants some action. And he’s fairly big, too. I wouldn’t have expected that, Ed. Hung dude,” giving my cock shaft a squeeze. He moved closer and pressed his—now I could tell for sure—huge tool at my belly, my cock head barely reaching up and pressing on the base of his balls.

Hot Omar bent down and placed a light kiss on my lips. Oh, Fuck Me! My shuddering was out of control. My shyness was in high drive, going at 500 miles an hour.

Without responding, in spite of my horniness and craziness about this hunk, I found myself moving away, grabbing my towel, wrapping it around my waist, and making a fast retreat out of the showers towards my room, almost slipping on the wet tiles.

Was I a tease? Did I want Omar to crave more, thus my acting so weird? God knows, I wanted him. But, no! I would not succumb to my physical and sensual needs in this way. Omar was s guy, for Chrissakes. What was I thinking? I was not a homo and no hot guy would make me one.

As soon as I got to my room and slammed the door behind me, I was thankful that my roommate had gone home for the weekend. I sat on the edge of my bed, dripping water, with the towel still wrapped around my waist and my erection straining to come out. I felt hot tears streaming down my face cheeks. Even so, I touched myself through the towel and I thought I would shoot my load there and then, the feeling of naked Omar, hard and horny, pressed on my butt coming back to me in full force. I shivered violently.

Still shaking, I contemplated the scene in the shower. Yes, I wanted Omar. Sexually. Very, very much so. Every nerve in my body shouted it. My cock screamed it. My hole squeezed and squeezed as I recalled the feel of Omar’s erection on my back and then on my belly. The guy was a dream.

But yet, what did Omar see in me that was so erotic? Maybe it was the steam and the hot water and the showers? He couldn’t want to touch me, kiss me, with a body like mine… could he? Maybe his girlfriend was away. Did he have a girlfriend, I mused? Reflecting, I didn’t remember seeing him with any specific girl on campus. Oh, yes, he was popular with the girls in general. They flocked around him. But any specific one? I couldn’t recall. Fuck. He was a homo.

But, then again, what was I? Surely, I was acting very homo. Being turned on like this by another guy was a definite, inarguable sign of homosexuality. Fuck. I was a fag! Well, so fucking what? So was Omar. It takes two. But does it? Maybe he was just hungry for sex. Just being horny. Just wanted another body. Oh, man… MY body? No fucking way! Even I wouldn’t want my fucking scrawny body. But I did have a big dick, didn’t I? He said so! Oh, well.

With these thoughts raging in my mind, my body still shivering uncontrollably, I barely heard the soft knock on the door. Omar entered and he stood right in front of me after closing the door softly behind him. He had his towel around his waist, his chest dripping water, silken and chocolate colored, with a very pronounced bulge, sexy as hell. Fuck, fuck. I had my glasses on and I wanted this guy. I really, really wanted him. Or maybe it was just the junior between my legs that was horny for him? No. All of me wanted Omar. My eyes glazed, and my glasses clouded from the heat emanating from my face. I must have turned beet red.

“Hey, Ed, buddy, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, looking down at me as I shuddered all over. “Buddy, come on, man, it’s ok. I just got so hot when I saw you. I always wanted to kiss you, man.”

My eyes went wide; they must have gone double sized under my glasses. He laughed and sat next to me on the edge of the bed.

“Ok, buddy?” he said.

I nodded my head, not daring to look at him, squirming, trying to hide my tell-tale erection.

“Yea, O,” I managed to mumble. “Yea, I guess it’s ok. But…” I stammered.

“What?” he smirked, placing his hand on my thigh. My shivering increased a degree or ten.

“It’s just… just that… fuck O, I’m not as hot a guy as you are. I mean look at you…” I found myself unable to stop. “Look, O. You’re so fucking good looking, man, and … and … I’m such a dork.” I could feel myself blushing and shivering, although I knew it wasn’t the weather. I even felt the welling up of tears behind my eye balls, but I fought them back.

I babbled on: “I mean, yea, O, you are very attractive. Any girl would have you. I’m a GUY, O… a guy with a dick, just like you. What are we doing?” I closed my eyes and the shuddering increased to a hundred, the tears threatening to flow out.

He was encouraged when I didn’t move away and he started to slowly rub his hand up and down my thigh, managing to slip it under my towel, feeling my inner thighs. I jumped when his hand found my cock and palmed it. He pressed around the shaft. I moaned.

“Fuck, Ed,” Omar said.

“What?” I muttered, feeling my cock doing all sort of acrobatics being wrapped by his smooth palm.

“You have a big fucker down there,” he smirked, rubbing my cock up and down. “I like!”

Oh, fuck, FUCK. His other hand touched my chest. He played with my chest hair between my nipples and I shuddered under his touch, feeling my load building in my balls.

“Ummm… O… stop, man, I think I’m going to shoot a load,” I said in a stuttering voice, one octave higher than my normal voice. My heart? Pounding away like a fucking train under full steam. My balls aching to explode.

He immediately took his hands off my cock shaft and my chest and pulled me down on the bed, leaning over me and kissing me on the lips, his erection pressed at my side.

As I felt my shyness start to surface again, I willed myself to order it: NOT NOW, BITCH! I opened my mouth and felt his tongue invade my lips and play around my tongue. We slurped on each other and his thick, sexy lips totally covered my mouth. He shifted, removing his towel, and lay on top of me, fully naked. His cock was throbbing against the towel covering my crotch.

Oh, I needed him, needed to feel his nakedness against mine, needed to take the pressure of his hardness on my belly. I raised my butt and removed my own towel and we kissed with our nakedness rubbing, all steaming hot and wet from the showers. I almost shot my wad as his cock pressed on mine, skin on skin, and we rubbed against each other, his lips never leaving mine, his tongue buried deep inside my mouth, probing, tingling, urgent.

Omar’s hands were now all over me. How could this hunk want my freakish skinny body? Omar was so beautiful, so sexy, so man. I had never thought of him as a fruit. His tongue slipped out of my mouth down to my chin, my neck, my chest, round my nipples that were now hard, down my trail. Fuck. He was making love to me as if I were his girl bitch. His lips found my cock head and wrapped themselves around it tightly. I moaned loudly and bucked up to have more of his mouth around my shaft. He pushed me back down as he teased my cock head with his wet, red lips and tongue, both hands squeezing my nipples.

“Still,” he breathed on my cock. I stilled, letting the sensations of his ministrations take over.

Then he started on my balls. I automatically spread my legs to give him more access as I shuddered under his tongue. He was doing my crack, finding my hole and pressing his tongue against it, his nose buried between my butt cheeks. Oh. My. God. And I was so hairy down there! New sensations that I had never, ever experienced before rippled throughout my body.

There was only one time before when a girl went down on me. She had felt, like, it was a duty for her since we’d been making out in the car and she hadn’t wanted to go all the way. Her mouth had just slobbered on my cock and I had really known that she wasn’t enjoying it. I had finally come after she masturbated me with her hand rather than because of the blow job.

But this? This was different. Omar was loving my cock. He was making love to it. He was awesome as I looked down at his bobbing head, with his curly short hair, swallowing my dick, licking, kissing, slobbering. Again I started to feel the build-up of jizz in my nuts. Oh this is wrong. Wrong. I’m a homo. My mind is in overdrive, so is my body. Fuck, I can’t be doing this. I can’t. Christ. Oh, Fuck. Fuck. I’m a fucking faggot.

I pulled Omar’s head from between my thighs, feeling his frizzy wet hair, and he slid over my body to take my mouth again, his body fully pressing mine against the bed mattress. I tried to get away from under him. I couldn’t let this happen, could i? This is faggot stuff.

The build-up in my balls receded a little and I was able to rationalize the sensations I was feeling even though Omar’s tongue was doing wonders in my mouth and his body felt so right on top of me in spit of my unsuccessful attempt at sliding away from under him. I shouldn’t be doing this. No. No way. No fucking way. Ed, move away. Push him away. WHAT? Oh, no. I wanted my Omar. Bad.Oh, fuck, O, just kiss me. Oh, my sweet God!

However, I was finally able to push Omar off of me, but instead of moving away, he slid up and sat on my chest, his balls resting in my chest hair, his cock pointing right at me. Now I had full view of this beautiful instrument. Fuck it. Pushing my shyness and hesitation all the way back to a place I was hoping it would never return from, I encircled his manhood in my palm and pulled him closer to my face. I kissed the tip of his dripping cock, tasting some saltiness mixed with soapiness, my lips automatically wrapping around the tantalizing cut head, feeling the silkiness and heat and throbbing of this beautiful cock.

As I took him in my mouth, he arched his back and started a low, deep moan from the back of his throat, pushing to get more of his long tool into my mouth. I swallowed and gagged, not even halfway down the long shaft. Holding his cock in my hand, I pulled back and managed to work the head with my lips and tongue. Omar was shivering and moaning.

“Oh yes, Eddie, please suck on my cock, baby.”

With somewhat of a shock, I realized that Omar was actually fucking my face! Holy fuck. Fucking my fucking face! I was being fucked in the fucking face. Oh, maaaan. But I went ahead and  slurped! Just couldn’t stop!

In the back of my head, as sensations of feeling Omar’s hot cock between my lips and his ass butt on my chest, I kept thinking how wrong this all was. But suddenly, I was choking on a stream of hot cum as Omar pushed deeper into my throat and squirted his load. I fought back my choking instinct and started to swallow, but I couldn’t get all of it. I felt his jizz dripping out of my mouth onto my chin.

Omar kept shooting hot cum down my throat forever. He didn’t seem to stop. He must have squirted six or seven big ones—I wasn’t really counting—and I kept swallowing, never stopping. Omar was holding my head between his two hands as he shot glob after glob of his juice, his eyes squeezed shot, his moaning loud and his breathing coming out in whistles. I thought his cum would start squirting out through my nose—there was so much of it, hot, thick, salty.

Finally, he pulled out slowly, ever so slowly, dripping. His chest was heaving fast with his breathing, already showing sweat beads. He rubbed his cock head on my lips as I tongued the wet underside, holding onto his round, firm butt cheeks.

With a sigh, Omar pulled away, but he stayed squatting on my chest, his cock remaining surprisingly and beautifully erect and throbbing. Amazing! Slowly, he eased himself down on my trembling body until his butt cheeks were pressing on my hard cock. He reached back and lifted himself, guiding my cockhead towards his ass hole. WHAT? Slowly, oh very slowly, he sat on my cock, after applying some spit on it and into his crack. I felt the puckering hole as it relaxed and I penetrated. A loud moan escaped my mouth.

Omar covered my mouth with his hand as he slid down on my cock shaft. As I felt my cock press against his insides, I also felt his balls nestled in my pubic hair. I reached down and fondled his still-hard cock, amazed at this beautiful guy sitting on my cock, fucking his ass on it.

I started to thrust up to meet his down movements. This was a first for me. Never had I imagined I would be fucking ass, let alone Omar’s. I was so turned on that all it took were a few thrusts until I exploded inside him. I was beyond sensations, beyond lust, beyond imagination.

Omar kept up his moving up and down my cock shaft milking me for every drop. Finally, he slumped on top of me, my cock still buried inside him, flexing in the wetness of his hole and my own juices. His sphincter was shut tight around the base of my cock, which totally refused to go soft. Eventually, he slowly eased off me and lay next to me on his side, breathing hard, and nibbling on my ear.

“Oh, Ed. What a fucker. Baby, we are going to have so much fun, you and me.”

“Oh, yea,” came my throaty assent. “Yes, O.”

Did I just fuck this hunk? Unbelievable! No fucking way! But yes, my cock was buried inside him. Yes. I did fuck him and suck him and swallow his cum. Yes. We fucked. FUCK… we fucked!I had emptied my balls inside his beautiful black body! I had fucked my first guy. Would he fuck me, too? Could I take his monster of a cock into my ass hole? He took mine, and I was not small either. I must have stretched him to the limit and he never winced as I thrust into him. Would I be able to do the same?

Omar’s cock was still pressing at my thigh as we kissed and tasted each other’s saltiness. My mouth was full with the richness of his cum. My cock was still plastered to my belly. Looking down in amazement, I wondered at my ability to sustain an erection after shooting a huge load. This had never happened before. True, I usually did not go soft right after I masturbated. But this was hard. Hard. Like a rock. Throbbing. Wanting, not needing, more. Omar’s hands caressed my chest and over-sensitive nipples, as I ran my fingers down his back and around his deliciously firm butt. This hunk! I had fucked this hunk! I pressed his butt cheeks and he squirmed.

“I will have to return the favor, Ed,” he moaned under the pressure of my hand on his butt. My heart missed a beat. He would fuck ME!

“You are so delicious, and so fuckable,” he went on. “I can hardly wait to penetrate you and drive deep inside you, baby.”

I inhaled audibly as his words rang into my ear, his teeth nibbling the lobe. Looking down, both of our young cocks were still ready to go. Would it now be Omar’s huge monster of a cock invading my virgin ass? Oh, my God. I guess it would. Fuck.

And, later, it surely did. It didn’t take Omar long to move onto me. I stayed lying on my back as he climbed on top. I could feel his erection pressed onto my belly. It was still sticky with cum and spit and sweat. Omar raised me by the ankles, exposing my butt.

Bending down, still holding my legs up, Omar started on my lips. His cock was already prodding my ass. Incredible how lithe his body was. I started to feel the pressure against my puckered hole.

“Relax, Ed. Let me in,” Omar whispered as he licked my lips and my face cheeks.

“I’m trying, O,” I groaned, the pressure increasing, the pain intensifying.

“Oh, man, Eddie, I have so wanted to make love to you. Ever since I laid eyes on you. I often wondered if I would be able to lie on top of you like this, to enter you, to fuck you. Open for me, Ed. Open, you hot fuck!”

And I opened. The second I relaxed my rim muscle, Omar’s cock head penetrated.

I screamed.

“Eddie, Eddie, ahhh, fuck, Eddie, you’re so fucking hot. Yes, take me in. Fuck, you’re tight.”

Trying to stifle my screams, I held onto Omar’s arms, feeling his man pecs ripple. When he thrust into me, I felt I was being ripped in half. He was so fucking huge. But I so wanted him. I so needed for his cock to impale me. I felt his manhood, so masculine, so urgent, so lustful. But also blazingly painful.

“Easy, O, fuck you’re big,” I groaned. “God, you fucking Sudanese hunk. Fuck me. Fill me. O, fucking bitch, shove it deep!”

I had to give it to Omar. He started very slowly, pulling the whole length out but keeping the head inside so that he didn’t have to stretch me over and over, and then, also very slowly, sliding all the  way in with one smooth thrust, all the while holding my legs up and wide, and slobbering on my face with his fat, red lips. I was tempted to bite those lips of his, make him hurt as I am hurting down in my ass under him. But he looked so sweet, God, so hot.

As Omar entered me, I knew that this was not the first ass he’d fucked. Was it his first virgin ass? Was this a new experience for him? This made me more excited, that I was able to give this beautiful hunk a first.

I was sweating profusely under Omar, my cock plastered to my belly, my nuts rubbed by his groin with every thrust into me. The pain eased, replaced by ecstasy. It was as if his cock was touching every nerve in my body.

With my legs high up in the air, I reached down and grabbed my dick, just held it against his flat belly. Omar’s thrusting soon turned into pounding. He fucked fast, rocking my whole body with his cock. I felt dizzy under his driving force.

“Ahhhhh,” Omar grunted with his thrusting. “Fuck, Eddie, oh fuck, my god, yes, squeeze on my fucking dick, you hot bitch, milk me, am so ready to fill you with sperm. God, best fuck I’ve ever had. So fucking tight, Eddie, baby.”

“Love me, O,” I moaned. “Like you have never loved anyone else before. Breed me, baby. Deep. Am close, too.”

With a final plunge into me, Omar exploded. His cock thickened. I felt the squirts of his cum hit my insides. I never thought that you could feel sperm shooting inside your ass. But the force of his squirts was like bullets shooting out of a hot gun.

I quickly grabbed my cock and gave it a couple of quick jerks to explode also, drenching both of our chests with my thick and forceful spurts.

“Milk my cock, Ed,” Omar grunted as he shot into me and as my rim muscle squeezed on the base of his cock with each squirt I blasted. “Take my love!” Omar groaned.

Omar dropped onto me as his huge cock slipped out of my ass. Our bodies were glued with sweat and semen. We kissed for the longest time, reveling in the discovery of each other, the most amazing, unbelievable couple on campus.

Two days later, I arranged with the hall monitor to move into Omar’s room. We spent the rest of the college year as roommates, as lovers, as cock suckers, as fuckers, yes, as fucking gays.

Even now, decades later, I bring back memories of my time with Omar, of the love we had. And I immediately sprout an erection, so hard as to be painful. As I play with myself, I close my eyes and feel his black cock invading my body, loving me, filling me, and I cum hard.

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My great grandparents started a small nursery many years ago, Nance Greenhouse and Nursery. They built a pretty good busses up selling plants and garden supplies to people in town. One of the son’s was brought in and then it was Nance and Son Nursery. He took over when they retired and my dad and his brother were added to the business and an a ’s was added to son, they took over when he retired and now my cousin and I run it. Now we are “Nance Family Landscape and Garden Supply” We both were groomed to take over from day one, only now that little nursery is the premier landscape firm in this part of the state. We’ve got a great reputation and even being as big as we are, we still have that family touch. Nothing happens without our over site. Now here’s the funny part. My cousin is a lesbian and I’m gay. Leslie or as she go’s my, Les, is a really good looking woman. She’s tall and slim and strong as an ox. You wouldn’t want her mad at you. You never saw her with a hair out of place or without lipstick. She’s not the butch type you would expect but she could whip your ass if need be. Now me, I’m no fucking queen ether. I’m a tall guy at 6.3 with dirty blond that stays really light because I’m always outside and I’m very tan which makes my dark blue eyes really striking. I hear all the time how good looking I am but it’s just luck of the draw with great DNA, my parents are still good looking even in there retirement years. Anyway, I bet I get hit on at least once a day and sometimes more. It’s become a joke at the nursery. Les is always giving me shit about it, but she gets her fair share too. I’m single but mostly because I don’t have time to date, I haven’t had a boyfriend in years. Now that doesn’t mean I don’t get laid, I get as much as I like just not the husband kind. The reason is, I’m a big masculine guy and guys have an instant perception of me. They see big and manly and they think…ooooh daddy, fuck me. Wrong, I’m a big ole bottom. I love to get fucked and because I’m a big guy I want a big cock up my ass. I tried to top, I really did but I have the most sensitive dick ever. I swear, if you stare hard at my hard cock I’ll blow my load. That’s an exaggeration, but not by much. It’s annoying as hell, I can’t even touch my cock when I’m getting fucked or I’ll cum. Embarrassing. On the up side, even after blowing my load when getting fucked, I can still take it and it’s not unusual to cum more than once.

Now because we are a gay owned company, we tend to hire a LGBTQ staff. That’s how Les found her wife, Jenny came to work for us. She’s adorable and they make a great couple. We had a policy that we wouldn’t date employees but that was out the door when Les fell in love. Personally, I was thrilled. A friend of mine from college, Dean, had come to work for us and he’d been fucking me for years and I didn’t wanna do without. Of course, no one suspected we were fucking (our so I thought) because he was so much shorter than me. He looked way more like a bottom boy than I did, he was cute and small and just adorable. It was kind of funny watching us fuck in a mirror. He looked like a Chihuahua fucking a Great Dane but I loved his big cock. It wasn’t a love match, we were just really great friends and hung out all the time but it was mostly just friends having fun together and it was convenient. He was a landscape architect like myself and we worked on projects together all the time. One of us would get horny I’d be on my back with his cock up my hungry ass. We almost got found out because a few times I’d worn some really faded jeans and because he loved to breed me, it was leaking out and it was noticed both times. I guess it wouldn’t have been a problem if I wasn’t a free baller but I hadn’t worn underwear since I was in jr high so he surprised me with a butt plug so I didn’t leak. We were each other’s wing man when we hit the bars. If a cute bottom boy hit on me I’d hook them up with my big dick little friend and likewise, when a top would work him he’d hook me up. It worked well for us and it also sometimes landed us into doing 4ways.

Our office manager that had been with us since my parents ran the place finally retired. I hated losing her, Donna was like a member of our family but her kids had moved away and she wanted to be closer to her grandchildren. I’d always depended on her for everything so finding a replacement was going to be a nightmare. We had all kinds of people apply and no one seemed to fit. We had a temp service in the interim but Les and I were doing the lion share of it and we hated it. We finally got a guy who looked promising. He interviewed well, his background looked fantastic. He’d just moved to the area to make a fresh start and his former employer was so sorry to loose him. Les had already met with him and asked him back to meet me. She liked him but we both had to agree so I came barging into the office and he stood up to meet me. Stopped me dead in my tracks, the man was fucking cute. Quite a bit shorter than me, maybe 5.7 or so. The darkest hair I’d ever seen on a white guy and shocking green eyes behind these round framed wire glasses built more like and runner so really slim. He was dressed in a well fitted dark suit, white shirt and a green tie with good shoes. He was all business as he shook my hand. He was polite but reserved and I liked him. I liked how he interacted with Les and myself. I couldn’t get a read on him if he was gay or not. He dressed beautifully and his haircut was perfect but a lotta straight guys were that way too. Finally I just had to know…

“We’re a gay owned business and we have a lotta LGBTQ staff, that gonna be a problem for you?”

“No sir, I did my research on your company before I applied. We are of like mind so not a problem”

“Well that’s a relief. We don’t discriminate but we don’t want any troubles down the road”

“No trouble here”

Damn, was he ever a tight ship. All business all the time. But he sure was cute and his paper work said he was single too. Oh well, probably as big a bottom as I am so I’ll be good. We hired him on the spot. Les figured I’d like him so she already had paperwork ready to fill out. We chatted with him as he filled out his paperwork but Les had to skip out for a client meeting, leaving us alone to talk.

“You’re a beautiful dresser but you shouldn’t plan on dressing like that day to day. I realize you will be mainly in the office but your clothes would get destroyed around here. You should plan to be comfortable so jeans or shorts or what ever you like is fine. We have golf shirts with the company logo if you like but it’s not necessary”

Now my mind is wondering what he looks like under that tailored suit  but I was determined to be a good boy. Needless to say I liked what I was seeing but that was a huge no no. Just what I need, a sexual harassment suit being filed.

Dean and I had been fucking since freshman year of college, never a problem there. But the new hire appeared to be a by the book kind a guy so hands off for ether of us as Dean was in upper management. Dean picked up I was hot for Edward and teased me about it but he liked him too. His quiet reserve and gentle way made him a favorite with the staff, oh that and he bakes. He was forever bringing in platers of cookies and muffins and cakes and you name it, he made it. Les asked him about it and he said it was a stress reliever, helped him relax. He didn’t look like anyone that would ever eat a carb so that was kinda funny too. He did drop the beautiful suits but what he came to work in didn’t calm my desires one bit. It’s like everything he owned was custom made for him and he was always dressed perfectly. At first he wore khaki slacks or other types and colors of casual trousers but as it was spring and our staff usually wore shorts he started to integrate those into to his wardrobe also. That just drove me crazy, I’m a leg man and his were beautiful….of course they would be. He even made our company shirts look good on him when he wore one. He would come in a good two hours before anyone else and work. He said he got more done in the two hours alone than he did all day. I loved Donna and she was great at her job and like family to us and all but she was no Edward. He had ideas for new business and growth but he wasn’t pushy about it. Every Friday morning Les and I had a meeting with him, we would go over the past week and discuss what was on the books for the next one. He learned our business like it was his, he listened and figured out who was best at what and started doing our scheduling for our crews so we worked smarter and more efficiently. He took so much off our shoulders that Les and I were able to do more of the things we were best at. He was almost too good to be true. If anything negative could be said, it was that he was a workaholic, he just never stopped. The only thing that changed was that Dean and I had to stop fucking at work all the time, well, we should have anyway. We mostly just cut way back. You just never knew when Edward would show up but so far, we’d never been caught. We’d cut back from 2 to 3 times a day to 3 times a week and we just knew we were getting away with something. Several months had passed and he was just part of the workings of the place, things were going well and we got caught. I didn’t realize it but Edward had taken up power walking the property every day just to get some air and sunshine and get out from behind his desk. Well this particular day, Dean and I had gone out to tag some trees for a client and he decided it was a perfect opportunity to fuck. We had in several locations around the property, little sheds with assorted tools and water hoses and such well along the side is a work bench and he had my ass bent over that bench just fucking the shit out of me. We were well into it and never heard him walk up. He was trash talking me, calling me a fucking cum dump and a whore. He even brought up how he bet I wished if was Edwards cock up my slutty cunt and that’s when we heard the snap. A twig or something broke and we jerked our heads around and there he stood, eyes as big as dinner plates. No sooner did we see him, he was gone. Vanished like he was never there.

“Son of a bitch! Now what?”

I was a little freaked. What if he quits or or or, fuck I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t wanna make him uncomfortable. Dean and I got our shit together and hopped into the golf cart and headed back to face the music. I had to make this right with Edward. I walked back to his office and it was empty.

“Shit!”

“Looking for me boss?”

I nearly jumped out of me skin. He was standing behind me looking up at me with a slight smile on his face.

“I ah well, let me explain. We ah, we’re ah….”

“Not any of my business”

I was gob smacked. He’s always been so reserved and today was no different. I felt my face flush. He just moved me aside and went back to his desk. He took a seat and started working and like an afterthought he glanced back at me…

“Do you need something?”

The way he looked at me, I was instantly hard again. I couldn’t think of a fucking thing to say. I mumbled something and walked away. Heading out to find Dean, my head was spinning. He spotted me coming and met me in the path.

“What happened, did he freak! Was he upset? Is he gonna say something?”

“Will you just shut the fuck up. I need to think”

I told him everything and he was as confused as I was. The man was as cool as a cucumber.

We had shit to do so we couldn’t deal with this now and went about or business. I tried to stay out of the office but I had to get something from my desk. Sure enough I run into him and he just looks at me like any other day. I couldn’t get away fast enough. I grabbed my stuff and headed out, glad to be gone for the rest of the day. The next day, Friday, I was just dreading our morning meeting. I walk in to the office and drop by the break room for some tea and find a huge basket of fresh form the oven lemon poppyseed muffins. The staff is trickling in and is all gaga over the muffins. You’d think they never got fed. I did NOT want to go to that meeting. I finally wonder back to my desk and sit down. Just as my ass hit the seat Edward walks in with his iPad, closing the door behind him and gracefully sits down but still no Les.

“Good moring”

Just as smooth as ever.

“Just you and me this morning. Les is tied up with a personal matter”

“Okay”

I’m fidgeting in my seat, trying to act normal. He starts the meeting as always. The way he was speaking was a bit more authoritative and commanding. When he finished up he looked at me and said

“Any questions, boss?”

“No everything is great as usual. I’d like to talk about yesterday if you don’t mind”

“Look, it’s not my business if you wanna do anything you want. I have no opinion. That’s between you and your partner”

Oh my god! This was all out of hand.

“It’s not like that at all! Me and Dean ah well….”

“It’s fine, I just didn’t know you’re a couple”

“Not that ether, damn. Give me a minute”

“You have nothing to explain to me. Like I said, it’s your business. I just work here. I gotta get busy”

He just got up and left. I felt like a piece of shit. I really like this guy. He was just fantastic and now he thinks I’m just trash. Well, I am, kinda, but he didn’t know that. When Dean found out what a cock hound I was back when we met, he did everything he could to get me fucked. Besides fucking me at least twice a day all through college he pimped my big butch boy ass out all over the place. He loved that I was this tall masculine stud looking guy that was nothing but a walking talking hungry cunt looking for the next cock to feed it. I remember this one time we went to a drag show and this skinny little drag queen was on stage, pretty realistic looking too. Anyway Dean caught her in the restroom pissing and saw she had a fucking huge cock. He asked if she ever topped. Turns out this nelly little queen was a total top. He got that queen to fuck the living hell out of me. To date that sissy ranks in my top ten fucks of all time. One of Dean’s favorite stories and it comes up WAY too much. Anyway, Edward didn’t know any of that and other than Dean, I’d never messed with anyone at work. I was so fucked. I didn’t know what I was gonna do. What if Les found out? Shit. I should probably tell her. Better to come from me than an employee. When she came in I told her I wanted to go out for lunch. We drove into town and grabbed a couple of stools at the bar. This gay bar we sometimes went to for happy hour served fantastic burgers and sandwiches at lunch and it was easy to talk in there. We placed our order and I looked at her nursing her beer.

“I gotta tell you something. It’s about me and Dean”

“If it’s about you two fucking all over the property, I already know”

“Holy fuck! Did Edward tell you?”

“Oh god, he knows too?”

“How the hell did you know?”

“Oh please, I’ve caught you two at it so many times. As far as I can tell y’all been at it since he started so I’m guessing y’all been at it a long time. Hell he was your roommate all through school. I just thought you were some sort of fucked up couple. What happened with Edward. I swear if you run him off, I’m gonna beat you to death. That guys a keeper. If I was into dudes I’d marry that one so he couldn’t get away”

“I like him too but I didn’t do anything. He just caught me and Dean and I was afraid he’d tell you”

“Well, you two aren’t as discreet as you think you are. Hell, I bet Donna even knew. I probably should have said something a long time ago but no one had ever said a word.”

“I think I’ve fucked up big time. I’m sure he’s really looking down that perfect little nose at me right now. He seems a little cool”

“Well he did just catch you acting pretty fucking trashy… What do you expect?”

I love Les. I’d always been the closest to her, even more than my own sisters and brother. We were to most alike and I don’t mean she’s as big a slut as I am, that’s title is all mine.

We headed back to work and when anyone was around, Edward was just the same as always but if it was just us he reverted to a cool more reserved attitude. I have to tell you, it unsettled me. It’s like he was putting me in my place and yet never said anything remotely that could be taken that way, it was all in his tone and delivery.

Near close of day, Les sent out a group text with the words… 

“happy hour @ricks”

Few missed one of our happy hours. We always bought a round of drinks and it was good bonding outside the workplace. Edward came but as usual he was quietly reserved, he talked to anyone around but bars were obviously not his thing and after a second drink he was gone. Dean asked me if I wanted to hit the bars that night but I was still a bit thrown with this Edward thing so I just headed out. I went to the gym and grabbed some Chinese food then went home. Being forever on the make, I was on several pick up sites like Grindr and the like so I turned on all the notifications and started looking. I needed some cock up my hungry cunt so I could de-stress. I had a great shirtless pic of me in a garden and it always landed me plenty of hits. I always had my face pick on my profile, if someone knew me and I was interested they could sure fuck me. I’d been hit on by former clients and numerous friends and it almost always worked out in my favor. So I’m scrolling through and I find a headless body pic and the body was fucking hot so I said hi.

Within seconds I get a reply,

hot looking guy.

Tnks

Hosting?

Could be

He sends a total body shot, he’s fucking tight and ripped. Not an ounce of fat to be seen and a fucking big cock!

HOLY SHIT, HOT!

U like?

Like it up my ass

Show me that man cunt

Dean and I had done our hook up profiles together and we did pics for each other too. You know, good lighting, hand full R rated, just as many XXX Rated so guys knew up front what we liked. I sent a good shot of my ass, then one of me holding it open, another with a raw cock up it and finally one gaping open with cum leaking out. He like that one a lot.

Fuckin hot.

Thank you sir

He sends another pic of him all in leather, harness, chaps, boots and one of those executioners mask. The kind that covers the skull down to the bridge of the nose, scooping past the the cheekbones and laced up the back so all you could clearly see was the nose to the jaw line. Hot fantasy shit, had my cock hard. He wasn’t a musclebound type just really cut. His big cock had a huge gage PA and he wore a massive cock ring and ball stretcher.

FUCKME…

Love to boi

According to his profile, he’s five years younger than me, shorter and I have a good 30 pounds on him but if he’s for real, he can call me boi all night long. He was fucking hot.

Would you fuck me in the leather?

Don’t wanna see who’s fucking that slutty cunt I take it

That ok?

Send location slut

Yes sir, doors unlocked

I’d probably lost my mind but this guy was so hot and I was turned on like crazy. I got cleaned up and spread an old quilt in the middle of the living room floor and waited. I was praying to the sex gods that this guy was for real. I’ve always wanted to do this but just to be safe, I sent Dean a message and told him what was going on so he knew to check if he didn’t hear from me. A half an hour later I hear a motorcycle pull up out front. Holy shit, is he really dressed like that coming up in my neighborhood? I hoped everyone was asleep and not looking out the windows to see this. My mind was running wild. Naked, I squatted down on my knees, sitting back on my feet with my hands behind my back. The only lights on were coming from another room and what came in from the open windows. My heart is beating out of my chest. The door opens and he’s standing there looking down on me. Under his breath he said more to himself than me…

“Fucking slut”

If the house wasn’t so quiet, I’d never heard it. Instantly my cock starts getting hard. He’s for real alright, what a fucking ripped body! He walks up to me and unsnapped a letter cod piece and his big ole floppy cock falls out. I look up at him and he grabs my head and pulls me to it. I open up and take it in my mouth and work my tongue all over it and then suck it down my throat. That fucker started filling out and getting thicker, I started  struggling for air and I panic.

“Breathe from your nose, dumb ass” and pops me firmly up side my head

Now he got hands full of my hair holding me in place as he fucks my face. He’s ramming it in long strokes and slime from my throat is splattering all over my face and down my chin onto my chest. All I can really make out is the root of his smooth cock and a fucking perfect hairless 8 pack. I reach to steady myself by holding his waist but he knocked my hands away and popped me in the head again and grabbed my hair and kept fucking. We went on like this for what seemed like forever and he stopped. He just let go of me, put his hand on my forehead and pushed me backwards on my back. I didn’t fall gracefully, more of a splat and I was spread eagle on the floor. He motioned me to turn over and I rolled on my stomach, he pulled me back on my knees and started eating out my hole. Fuck, could this guy eat ass, it was like he was crawling inside me with that tongue. He’s even chewing on my ass ring, forcing me to push it out further. I’d set some lube out for him but he never reached for it. He pulled up behind me and just slammed his big cock up my open hole hard and fast. I screamed out way louder than I realized and he slapped me in the back of the head again…

“Shut the fuck up whore”

His voice was low and calm. I know I’m the bigger stronger of the two of us but this man had me pegged and I was under his control. What a fantasy come true, this man was a fucking wonder. That big PA was banging against my prostrate and making me shoot my first load. I’m moaning like a cheap whore as I blow. I guess he realized I was shooting and reached under me and caught the rest as I finished. Then he held it to my mouth and had me lick it off. I was hard again in a flash. He never stopped pumping that big cock up my ass. My knees were getting tired and my legs started to quiver but I was scared to say anything, afraid he’d stop. He picked up on it I guess or he just wanted to switch it up but he had me flip over. Thankfully, I was on my back so at least I could look at his incredible body. My big muscled legs were hanging over his shoulders, my whole body dwarfed him but that too was part of the attraction. He’s over me and his dark eyes are picking up the light from the other room as he’s over me, slamming his big cock in and out of my wreaked cunt. Once again, I’m getting that feeling again. I’m grunting with every punch of that huge cock up my hole and he had me again. I shot all over us, not as big as the last time but still plenty, he just kept fucking me. It was beginning to hurt and I guess he could see it in my face with every stroke. He ramped it up and was soon blasting the biggest fucking load up me. He was balls deep in me and it was hurting pretty good but I’d never have said anything. He’s still hanging over my face and I’m bent in half and I feel a tear run down the side of my face. He leaned in and licked it and he worked his big cock out of me. I’m laying there like a limp rag trying to get my breath. He uses the corner of the quilt to wipe off some of my cum, walks over to pick up the cod piece, attaches it and walks out the door. I can hear the motorcycle fire up and drive away. I’m a fucking wreak, I can hardly move. Ive never been fucked so hard it hurt but yet my mind is racing with thought of this man. A little while later I get a text from Dean…

U OK

Barley

ON THE WAY

With in a few minutes, he’s at my door. I’m still in the floor. My ass hole is so fucking tender I can’t stand to move. He flipped on a light and sees me in the floor and freaks.

“Jesus, are you hurt! Do I need to get you to the hospital?”

“I’m fine, he just fucked the hell out of me. He was really hung and had a huge PA. My guts are beat the hell out off”

“Let me help you up babe”

He get’s me up and helps me to my bedroom and on the bed. He get a wash cloth and towel and starts cleaning me up. I open my legs and he gingerly goes to clean me up.

“Fuck man! You said it was just one guy, right? You weren’t blindfolded were you?”

“Yeah, just one guy. Why?”
“You got a river of cum poring out of you. You had less leaking out at the gang bang sr year. This fucker must have been edging for years to make this much cum. Thats wild”

“Your shitting me”

“No man. What’s this dude look like?”

“Get my phone, I got pics of him”

He ran back in the living room and got it, I opened up the pictures and he was shocked.
“Damn, he fucking hot. I’d have thought he was a fake with pics like that. Guy should be doing porn”

“He’s sure got the cock for it. Bet he’s just passing threw. Probably never see him again”

“Probably for the best. Ive seen you take a major fucking before but nothing like this. Hell you may need physical therapy to get over this one”

“It hurt but I’d do him again. What a fucking stud”

He laughed

“What a fucking slut”

He poked me in the side and I started to laugh but it hurt too much.

“Go to sleep princess, get some rest and I’ll see ya later”

I woke sometime around noon on Saturday, sore as hell. I got myself some food and then went and laid on the couch the rest of the day, recovering. Dean came over and checked on me and brought me dinner. We talked and visited for a little while and he left. The next day was better so I did my normal weekend chores and got ready for the text week. Monday I roll into my parking spot about the same time as Dean.

“How’s your ass?”

He said in a big loud Yee Haw fake cowboy twang and slapped me on my tinder ass. I nearly jumped a foot and he’s just killing himself laughing. Let’s just say, I wasn’t walking as smoothly as I normally did. A little hitch in my get along so to speak. I made my way to my office and once again I run right into Edward.

”Good morning boss. Big weekend? Your moving slow today”

I kinda flushed and said…

“Pulled a muscle or something. It’s nothing”

“Go have a seat, I put some things on your dest that need going over. Made cinnamon orange scones, I’ll get you one with your tea while you look that over”

He’d never done that before. I’d never ask someone to get me something unless they were standing right next to it. I hate those guys. He was back in a flash before I’d time to even look at anything. He’s standing over my shoulder explaining what was what. I’m trying to focus on his words but the smell of scones and his fresh clean body and him being so close was fucking with my head. We got everything settled and he was off to his office. Everything from last week was spinning in my head. I was scared he was gonna quit but not as much as I was on Friday. This man was a jewel and I didn’t want to ruin a good employee relationship. I was terribly attracted to him but I just had a feeling he was a damn bottom too and everyone knows two bottoms are useless in bed unless you got a double headed dildo and I hate fake dicks. Then I got the realization that I need to fucking grow up and quit letting every Tom Dick and Harry have a shot at my ass. What a fucking whore. I did something stupid and let some stranger fucking destroy me and I’m still paying for it. I got so much going for me, why was I trying so hard to fuck it all up. I needed to have a long talk with Dean about this. I got up and closed my office door and just sat with my head in my hands trying to make since out of my screwed up life. I didn’t have any outside clients that day so I pretty much stayed behind closed doors. I told everyone I didn’t want be bothered unless it was an emergency. Sometime before lunch Edward comes in with a big arrangement of tropical flowers.

“Florist just dropped this off for you” he set them on my desk and walked out, shutting the door. The card read…

Boy,

I hope you enjoyed the fantasy

I’m not always so intense

A Secret Admirer

I jerked up the phone and punched the intercom

“Dean can you come to my office now”

He was at my door in a hurry. I never paged him like that unless it was emergency. He flung open the door and was surprised but the big arrangement of flowers.

“That leather guy from Friday, he knows who I am, he knows my name and where I work. Look at the card”

I handed him the card and he looked back at me. I snatched up the envelope the card was in and it was blank, just my name and the business name, address and phone number. I yelled for Edward and he came on the run, I never yelled, EVER.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did you see the florist that delivered the flowers?

“Sure I did, I signed for them”

“What florist was it?”

“No idea. Isn’t it on the card?”

“Blank card”

“Is something wrong? Do we need to get the police involved?”

“No, nothing like that. Thanks. Sorry to bother you”

“No Bother”

He walked out and shut the door. We just stared at each other

“Now what?”

Edwards side of the story

I grew up in the northeast, raised by my grandparents because my mom died in childbirth. Never knew my dad so no real loss there ether. My grandparents were in there mid 40’s when I came around and no one really thought about me having  older parents and I called them mom and dad. I never wanted for anything, I was a good student and a quiet kid. I did some sports, mostly track and field events and I played tennis and swam but I didn’t compete in swimming I just did it for fun and exercise oh and the naked boys in the locker room. I figured out I was gay pretty early, first guy I ever messed around with was my best friend, he had a case of hero worship so talking him out of his shorts was easy. That kid would do anything I wanted including suck my cock. I was his first and he got me before the damn thing got so big and I was a legend in school. By the time I left for college, he had no problem deep throating my big donkey dick. I think I ruined him for regular guys. Oh well, can’t help that. We went to a private all boys school and no girls around which was fine with me, I had no use for them. I majored in business development and management because my mind worked that way. I was good at fine tuning and making things work smoothly, I just liked business. I didn’t really even have to work, my family had money and when my mother died in instantly got her share of the family trust and as I was the only child of an only child, I’d end up with everything. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not wishing my parents dead. Far from it! I lucked out with them, they were fantastic. Me being gay was never an issue, as a matter of fact, I never had to come out, they just kinda knew. I remember mom just needed to be clear if this was just a friend or a boyfriend so se didn’t say something wrong.

After college, I took a job in a near by city that I really liked. I was doing great and was well liked and it seemed to have room for advancement. I met a guy threw work, he didn’t work at my company but in the same building. We dated and I didn’t think it was all that hot and heavy but he did. Anyway, He saw me out on the town with another guy and kinda lost it. The fucker was stalking me at work and the gym every place I went, he turned up. My tires would be slashed when I was on a date. I tried to get the police involved but I could never prove it was him so I moved out of state, got off social media and everything. What a hassle but I did it. Thats how I ended up coming to work at Nance. It was so different from the office I’d been in and I thought why not. I found out it was a gay owned family business and it had a great reputation so why not. My first interview was with Les, loved her but I needed to meet with her cousin and business partner Ryan. That day as I’m sitting in her office talking and he came bounding in, I was thunderstruck. The man was fucking hot as hell. What a beef cake! I’d mastered the art of keeping my cool so all he saw was calm cool and collected. I swear I popped a hard on as soon as I saw him. Thank god I wore a suit so my jacket covered any trace. He liked me as well and I was hired on the spot. When Less headed out for a meeting, all I could think about was throwing that hunk of beef down on the desk and fucking his light out. The guy was a real mans man, all tanned and muscled with that hot mucky sent like a locker room at the gym. My chances of ever getting to fuck that were mostly slim to none but I could sure look. It didn’t hurt he was a nice guy, I liked both of them a lot. I worked myself in pretty easily and started moving things around to suit me. The improvements I made were pretty seamless and both Les and Ryan were thrilled with me. Less was always taking me to lunch and picking my brain, she and her wife even had me to dinner a few times but Ryan was different. I’d catch him looking and he’d look away so fast. He was nice and kind and very talented but he never once made an overture or said a word. If anything he was a little distant and guarded around me. He’s more than likely to total top so I wrote him off. You can only imagine my surprise one day when I find him getting fucked by one of the senior designers. He’s a fucking bottom? You could’ve knocked me over with a feather. Blew my mind! That and the fact his boyfriend is this little shit, hell, he’s shorter than me! I couldn’t get away fast enough. I was just sure he was gonna fire my snooping ass. Damn, I really like working here too. It was just weird when he got back to the office. I acted like it was just another day and kept on going. The next morning at the weekly meeting it was just the two of us and once again I just powered on. When he brought it up I tried to back out of it and act like it was no was big deal. Big deal my ass, all I’d been able to think about was fucking Ryans hot ass. Jesus was that man fine. I ditched out of happy hour to head home and not think about him. I even got on ManHunt or something to find some ass and damned if Ryan himself didn’t hit me up. I checked out the profile making sure it wasn’t a stolen pic some troll was using to scam guys. It was him alright. He liked my body shot and I knew he’d love my cock. I mean what bottom doesn’t like a big cock, I ask you. I sent that a a leather pic I had and he was sold. He wanted me in leather and anonymous. No name, no talking, just come fuck him. I was all over it, It might be the only time I ever get the chance. I got ready and even put on my brown contacts so he wouldn’t notice my eyes. Also, I couldn’t ware a hood with my glasses. Maybe he wouldn’t recognize me and I could get away with it. I walked in his house and he was kneeling before me in all his glory. Even in the dim lighting he was hot. I learned a long time ago my big cock was a lot to take fully hard so it was better for it to harden inside the throat. He didn’t seem to have too much trouble. He wanted the leather man fantasy and I was gonna give it. I kept my voice low when I said anything at all and I slapped him around and humiliated him too. He was loving it. The best part was getting to finally fuck him. God all mighty what an ass but he shot his load almost immediately! I was hardly in him and he’s blowing his load! But of course I realized it and caught it in my hand and fed it to him, now that was too hot. But nothing topped flipping him over and fucking him face to face. Looking into his eyes as I rammed my cock in him. I know I hurt him but I was too far gone to stop. I just hammered away until I blew my load deep in his incredible muscle cunt. Seeing that tear roll down his handsome face nearly melted me. I almost broke my character and I knew I couldn’t keep up the charade if I did. I had to get out fast. I got my ass on my bike and was home and in the shower before an hour had passed. I lay in bed most the night thinking about Ryan and his face. What’s the matter with me, I hurt him just acting out a fantasy. Granted he never once said to stop or try to stop me. He was into it but I went too far. I didn’t have to use the PA and I damn sure didn’t have to do it so hard but I knew one thing, I wanted to play with him again. Maybe I should play with him a little and see what happens before or if I reveal myself. I did get some sleep and I dreamed of him…no surprise here. Net morning I was up bright and early doing my normal weekend routine. At the gym when they opened for my daily work out, worked in the yard, ran a few errands and I made some cookies for the staff both peanut butter and chocolate chip. I love baking, thought about being a baker once upon a time now I do it to relax and make my mind settle. Got those done and just tried to relax, I don’t really ever stop, I have to be doing something, I’m almost always busy. Cooking helps. I haven’t been in town long so I don’t’ have any friends here yet. Most everyone I know is at work or lives around me and I try not to impose on people but I do give away a lot of baked goods so the people across the street and on both sides have met me and know things are likely to show up on the door step at any time. Something I got from my parents, be nice to the people that live around you and they will always look out for you and your place. Sunday morning I was reading the paper over coffee and I remembered Ryan saying something to someone about loving orange anything followed closely cinnamon everything. I think that how he put it. An old family friend of ours was British and was always making scones and one of her speciality’s was cinnamon orange so I made a big batch so Ryan would have something he liked tomorrow with his tea. I was gonna work every angle to get closer to him. I started hatching plans in my head…this was gonna be fun

Back in Ryan’s office…

“Hey, did you get the revisions for the Jamison proposal? Wow! What a bouquet? Someone was a good boy. Who’s the lucky guy?”

Les had walked in and was checking out the flowers. She reached for the card and I snatched it away. She grinned at me

“He’s got a secret admirer”

I shot Dean a go to hell look and he started laughing.

“No shit…I had one of those once, remember that crazy red head?”

“Who knows, could be her serial killer twin brother”

Dean quipped. He and Les we’re having a grand ole time and all I can think is I hope this guys not dangerous. about that time Edward came in as they were giving me shit about the flowers and my stalker. I’m mortified he’s hearing any of this. He already thinks bad of me, I’m sure. But as usual, he’s as cool as a cucumber and I just wanna dissolve into the floor. What is it about him that make me wanna impress him so. I still can’t believe he caught us out humping like wild animals. He stepped out and came back with another mug of tea and another scone and asked if I was feeling any better. Jesus, he still thinks I have a pulled muscle. If he only knew how truly trashy I was, he would really be thinking badly about me. Dean headed out to do something and Edward Les and I worked on the new proposal. He left and Les closed the door and stood with her back to it.

“He likes you”

“No, he’s nice to me because I’m his boss. He thinks I’m trash”

“Personally, I think you’re full of shit. He’s bringing you tea and did ya notice what kind of scones he made? Cinnamon orange, your favorite. I’m telling you, he’s  in to you”

“It doesn’t matter, I can hardly look him in the face after last Thursday. I gotta fucking grow up and make some changes in my life”

“You like him too. Admit it”

“Damn it Les! Butt out! It doesn’t matter and it wouldn’t work”

She throws her hands up and backs out the door. I threw myself into my work and went home early. I was in a mood most of the week. I did my thing and kept a low profile and pretty much bit everyones head off if they said anything at all. I didn’t even go near Dean. Thursday afternoon a package was delivered to me. I opened it up and a black velvet blindfold and a white ribbon was in it with a note.

“Boy, Need to see you again

This time I want you in bed with this on

If interested, tie the ribbon on your door handle

10:00 Friday night

Me”

I looked at the package, no return address. Nothing but postage and my info. I didn’t know what to think. The last time was intense as hell, he even hurt me. Somehow I don’t think he meant to but he did none the less. I was still feeling it Tuesday afternoon. Of course every time I got a twinge of pain, my cock would jump a little. I probably shouldn’t do it but he intrigued me. One more time, I’d do it. Who knows, he could be the one. My friend Daniel met a guy on Grindr and two years later I was attending their wedding. Stranger things have happened.

“Hey, you okay?”

Dean stuck his head in my office. I flagged him in and told him to shut the door. I handed him the note.

“You gonna do it?”

“I think so”
“We okay? You still mad at me”

“Man, I’m sorry. I’ve been a bitch all week. I wasn’t mad at anyone but me. I gotta make some changes in my life. I was telling Les, I need to do some big time growing up and quit trowing my life away”

He took the seat in front of my desk and looked down.

“Is one of those changes me?”

“Dean, I love ya like a brother but we gotta quit fucking around at work. What if that had been a customer? I’d be screwed. Word would get out and we would lose business. My families reputation in the community would be ruined”

“I get it and I understand. It’s my rep too. I love this place and you and Les mean the world to me. Hell even your parents are like another mom and dad to me. I wouldn’t fuck this up for anything……I hate to sound like a pig but I just gotta ask”

“What?”

“This mean I can’t fuck you anymore?”

I busted out laughing and he got a big grin on his face.

“I know I said I love you like a brother but just so you know the incest ain’t over yet. Even if you were my real brother, I’d want you to fuck me. As much as I love you, my ass loves your big dick more”

“Good, had me worried for a minute. I love fucking your big ole butch muscle cunt. I kinda wish I was in love with your skanky ass. You got the best cunt in this part of the state. I should come over there and show ya what I mean”
“Bitch, keep your paws off me. I haven’t so much as touched myself since that leather man ripped me a new one. I’d cum if you laid a hand on me at this point”
We were laughing our asses off and Les walked in. Nether one of us could get control.

“Glad to see you’re off the rag. God you’ve been a bitch this week. You two fuck and make up?”

Dean was drinking a bottle of water and nearly spit it across the room. Now Les and I were screaming laughing and Dean was mopping up water all over the place.

“Oh get real, baby butch, I know you’ve been fucking my slutty cousin all over this place for years. I told Ryan last week I was surprised no one caught you before Edward did. Hell, I can list off half a dozen times I caught you myself. I thought for the longest y’all were a couple but weren’t telling anyone for what ever reason”

For the first time in years Dean was at a loss for words. He looks at me and I tell him…

“Dean, I wanted to let you know, Les knows about you and me messing around”

We are just hooting and he gets this scowl on his face…

“Bitches, both of you are just bitches”

Between the three of us things got totally out of hand. So many one liners and jabs. We were like a bunch of teenagers yelling and acting a fool. All of a sudden I’m looking up and in the door and Edward is standing looking at us like we’ve lost our minds. He looks like someone’s dad standing there and that just sets us off even more.

“I’ve no idea what’s going on in here and I’m not sure I want to”

The fact that he’s the youngest one in the room, a good five years younger than me and he’s the most adult one around starts a whole new bunch of cracks and laughing. He even gets a big smile on his perfectly groomed face and comes in and joins us. Finally, after a bunch more bull shitting, we get some control and I said…

“Y’all, I’m sorry I’ve been such an ass this week. I’ve got no excuse for acting like that and mostly for taking it out on you all”

Les huffed…

“I still think you were on the rag”

“Get Out!”

We all went back to work. The rest of the day was so much better and Friday ran smoothly. Heading home after the gym I started thinking about my mystery man. What was I getting myself into. This sure didn’t sound like a grow up, what’s wrong with me. I fixed some dinner and kicked back. Around nine I jumped in the shower and cleaned up, I even shaved. Just before ten, I turned back the bed and waited. I herd a car pull up so I put on the blindfold and lay back. I could hear him moving around and removing clothes. He got on the bed and touched me and I jumped. His fingers lightly danced across my body and then some kind of soft silky fabric was drug up and down. I was covered in goose bumps. He took my hand and the ran the silky fabric around threw my fingers and up my arms and around my neck. He sipped a loop around my wrist and pulled my hand up to my headboard and tied it down the he did the same thing on the other side looping them together. I think they were neck ties, I’d never been tied up before.

“Relax Boy. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you”

He took another tie and lightly tickled me down to my cock wrapped it around my balls and cock and tied them tight. I could feel my balls churning. I was holding on so hard trying not to shoot then his hand gently worked up my body again. His hands are strong but smooth and it felt wonderful. With the slightest of touch, he barley scraped a fingernail edge over my nipple and instantly my cock pulsed out a big pearl of precum. I love my nipples worked but blindfolded my senses are on high alert. He took my cock in hand and I shot like a rocket! I was mortified, he had barely touched me and I lost it.

“I’m sorry, I should have told you, I’m super sensitive. Please don’t leave! I’ll do better. I can keep going”

I’m in panic mode. I hate my fucking dick. I’ve been like this since I was a kid, a short fuse. I swear, I feel like a fucking loser. Sure don’t feel like a man sometimes. But he never said a word about it he just kept touching me and playing with my body. He rolled me over and started on my back with a huge concentration on my ass. It wasn’t long before he was eating me out again. He had me up on my knees again with my legs spread wide and he was going to town.

“Please, Sir. Please fuck me”

He just kept rimming me then he stopped I could feel his hard lean body against mine. His big cock between the globes of my ass. He whispered in my ear…

“What do you want boy, tell me”

“Please Sir. I want you inside me. Fuck me, please”

He wrapped his arms around me and started slowly entering me. It wasn’t anything like that last time. It was tinder so gentle and smooth. He’d taken out his PA so no extra pressure. He reached the full depth and held it in me. He flicked my nipple again and bit my ear and god help me I shot again. I shot hard too, so hard it took my breath away.

“Damn boy. I gotta teach you some control. God you’re tight”

“I’m so sorry Sir. I tried not to”

He just held me tight as he lay flat on the bed and pulled out.

“Oh god! Don’t pull out, put it back in!”

He stayed quiet and turned me over and got up off the bed. He came back and took and ankle and put something wooly around it, clicking it on and lifted my leg up and hoked it on the headboard beside my hands and repeated it on the other leg too. He moved around and started working my ass again. His fingers and tongue danced around the little hairs in my ass. He kinda mumbled more to himself…

“That’s gotta go”

I started to say something and he stopped me. He moved away and I could hear a bag open and something rattling a little. He got back over me and opened my mouth. Some was put in and a strap was bucked behind my head. Oh shit I had a ball gag on! Then something was fitted over my ears and I couldn’t hear a thing but night time sounds in the woods. I’m in total darkness tied to the bed and I can nether hear nor speak. He started back lightly touching me and eating my hole. In this state you really have no reality of time or much of anything but touch. I’d nearly come out of my skin when he touched me and freak when he’d stop. He fingered my ass for a while going from one to four at a time and alternating back and forth and then he was gone then something rubbed against my needy ass and pulled away. I could feel my ass trying to push out to him, it must have been opened because I felt him blow air into me, causing me to jump again. He rubbed it again and I pushed out and he was balls deep in me. In my head I could hear me scream out but my ears heard nothing. My cock just blew up again and a small load ran down my stomach to my sides. It was a hard plunge but nothing like the near rape the week before. I liked this much better than last time and I loved that. He sawed in and out of me forever it seemed. I’m my over sensitive state I didn’t know anything. I’d kinda flipped into la la land. It felt like I’d been tied up for hours or was it just a little while. I’d already cum three times, my dick was a useless appendage flopping around as he fucked me. Then he gave himself to me, planting his hot molten seed deep in my ass. I couldn’t believe he shot so much, just like that first time the week before. With his cock still pumping cum in my guts he opened the cuffs the held my legs up and the slid down to the bed. Then he pulled something and my hands dropped too. The gag and headphones came away and he kissed me. I held him tight and the reached to remove the blindfold.

“Not yet boy, soon. Just sleep and dream of me”

He moved away and pulled the covers up over me and tucked me in. He left and came back. He lifted my head and gave me a pill and some water, kissed me again and left. I heard the door shut and he was gone. I slipped off the blindfold and drank some more water and I was out. I don’t think I even moved until I awoke a little before ten the next morning. This man was rocking my world. The rest is of the weekend, all I could do was think of him.

Back at Edwards place…

I stated planing my next night with Ryan the day after had him before. He was the sexiest thing on two feet and was so comfortable in his skin. After catching Dean fucking him on a work bench then finding out they are just friends with benefits and finding him on a pick up sight showing pics of guys fucking his sweet ass, I knew he was no prude, nether am I. I did some wild shit in college and had a boy toy that loved the leather scene. He’s the one that talked me into getting the Prince Albert in the first place, I did some pretty fucking kinky shit with him. Probably a little more than I was interested in but it was fun to play and explore. Boys are great but Ryan was all man and he liked being my boy. He’s a little older than me so that adds to it. I like that he’s calling me Sir. I hate the daddy thing. I’m not anyone’s daddy, that’s just strange but I am going to have to train him in control. That boy needs to learn to wait for me, I mean it’s hot and all that I can get him off so easy but holding out would be better. I think he needs a cock cage and I’m going to get him groomed the way I like it. He’ll be happy to do what I tell him. He does everything I tell him at the nursery and is pleased to do it. I’ll send him to Teddy, he’ll clean him up for me. The following week I called Teddy and told him to send a gift certificate for a full grooming to Ryan. I gave him several dates and tIme slots to choose from and told him what I wanted. I’d met Teddy when I moved to town, he cut my hair, I used his men’s only day spa all the time and we had become pretty good friends. He understood I wanted my name left out of everything. That afternoon a delivery guy shows up at the nursery and hands me an envelope with Ryan’s name on it. Next time he walked in I handed it to him.

“Hey boss, this was delivered for you”

“What is it?”

“It’s from a men’s day spa. I know this place, I get my hair cut by the owner. He’s good, you’ll love him”

He opened it and the note I sent with it fell out. He didn’t see, he was reading the certificate.

“Damn, it for a day of grooming at this spa”

“Something fell out, that folded page at your feet”

He stooped and retrieved it and stood as he read my note.

“Boy,

You were fantastic as I knew you would be

If you really want to make me happy, make

an appointment and do as I ask. Have it done by

the weekend. Your training starts soon.

Sir”

He ran to his office and paged Dean who came a running. I was loving this, I saw on his calendar that automatically updated on mine that he took the time slot the next day. Things were falling into place. I’m a very manipulative son of a bitch when I want something and I want him.

In Ryan’s office…

Dean stood reading the note and looking over the certificate.

“What’s he want done? Oh and when did you turn into such a pussy? This telling you to do as he asks bull shit. What the fuck man? I don’t know if this guy is what you need to be messing with. You don’t even know his name, shit, you haven’t even seen his face. This is getting creepy”

“Look, it’s just sex, I’m having some fun. You jealous?”

“Maybe….you haven’t given up any pussy since he started pumping you. Are you done with me?”

“Oh for fuck sake. First time you fucked me I was 18, now I’m 30. What do you think? Don’t be an ass”

“Well, I haven’t had any of your ass in over a week so I was wondering….”

“For crying out loud. You’ve gone longer with out it, it’s just been a while”

“Whatever… What about this guy? How long you gonna let this go on?”

“Don’t ask me shit I don’t know!”

He settled down and I told him all about what Sir did to me. He was lapping it up too. He had a raging hard on and was working it in his shorts until I ran him off. He popped up at my house that night and fucked the shit out of me as I told him about it all over again…horny bastard. I really do love the little fucker…just not that way.

The next day I went in early, even before Edward got in. I had things I needed to do so I didn’t get behind when I went to the spa. Shocked the hell out of him to find me hard at work on some sketches.

“Morning boss, you’re here early. How am I gonna get anything done with you here?”

I looked up and he’s standing in the door with a big basket of muffins. The place smells of warm cinnamon.

“Do you ever sleep? I mean this are still warm, aren’t they? What did ya make this time?”

“Tried a new recipe, tell me what ya think. Pecan cinnamon and orange streusel muffins. Here”

He hands me one and walks out. The aroma fills the room and  I break into it. Damn this guy can bake. Who ever ends up with him is a lucky man. I wish he was in to me….

I run out for a client meeting and then do some ordering form a vender and before I knew it it was time for my haircut. I hop in my truck and head over. The place is really posh, I’d have never thought to come here. I was forever needing a haircut and when I thought about I’d stop by a Supper Cuts or something and just get what ever. Fortunately, I’ve been blessed with thick wavy hair and it usually looked okay. Les always had a perfect cut and alway looked amazing but it was just never my thing. I walked in and a handsome guy greeted me. I gave him my name and he took me to a lounge and got me a sparkling water. A few minutes later this tall willowy blonde walks in. He’s Teddy and he’s a real knock out. He has an iPad with him and is looking at the notes he was given.

“Looks like we have a little work to do, come with me”

He takes me first thing to the salon area and sits me in his chair, draping a cape over me. He’s behind me looking at me in the mirror and running his hands through my hair.

“Fantastic hair. Great bone structure. I was told you were very handsome but that’s an understatement I see”

I kinda laughed and flushed a little.

“Very nice, not full of yourself. Refreshing. Let’s see what I can do to improve this perfection “

Now I really blushed, I couldn’t look him in the eyes. He had his assistant take me to the shampoo chair and this guy gave me the best head message as he worked my head over then lead me back to Teddy. The man flew across my head in a flurry of scissors and clippers and I was left with just a hyper masculine ultra short cut. I’d never worn my this short. I liked it. Then the assistant came back and led me to another room and told to disrobe lay on the table. The room was warm and relaxing and I did as I was told. A big guy with a hard body and shaved head walked in. Dressed in white short shorts and a skin tight tight white T Shirt, he was pretty hot. Teddy came in and told him to take everything and see what size will fit him. He’s getting the Omega model in stainless. I looked at him strangely. I started to ask a question and I was told to relax and lay back. The client left exact instructions for what to do and I wasn’t to get and an opinion. I was given a little pill to relax me and another drink and they pulled a sheet over me and left the room. That’s the last I remember. When I awoke the big bald guy is giving me a full body massage. My body is tingling and warm but somehow cold too. His warm hands are working me over masterfully but what he’s using is both setting me on fire and as cold as ice. My ass and crotch are particularly sensitive and my dick feels odd.

“Welcome back Mr. Nance. You slipped out so easily. Most guys just get really relaxed and doze a little, you slept through everything”

He reached over and flipped a switch then continued the massage. His hands were magical. A tap on the door and Teddy was back. I’m on my stomach and I turn and look up as he comes in.

“Did you enjoy your nap? You look perfect , just beautiful. He’s going to be pleased”

“Who’s gonna be pleased?”

“I believe you call him Sir. Would you like to see our handy work? Tim, help him off the table”

He gets me on my feet and Teddy guided me over to a large mirror and I look at myself. “I really like my hair so short. It’s way different than….what the hell is that? My body hair! Holy shit!”

I couldn’t fathom what I was seeing at first. All my body hair was gone, EVERYTHING! Even my legs and under arms…totally smooth and a silver thing on my cock. It was this little Capsule looking thing with a slit in the end and my public hair was gone too. I reached for it and it was somehow attached and wouldn’t pull off.

“What is this? What have you done to me? Get it off me this minute!”

“Mr. Nance, Sir said you needed to look more like the boy he wants you to be. You look beautiful”

“But what is it and why?” I whimpered

“It’s a cock cage. It’s to control your ability to get hard and cum. It has a lock and he has the key. We’ve removed your hair for a couple of reasons, first to show off your beautiful body. Everything seems so exaggerated like this. It’s not like you had masses of hair this just looks cleaner. Second, he likes his man pussy smooth and slick”

My head snapped around at him. When he said that and my hand reached to feel my ass.

“Yes, we’ve completely waxed the inside your ass. It looks beautiful and feels incredible. Gotta tell you, Tim and I both loved your perfect muscle cunt. It was pretty hard not fucking you as you slept”

I’d already turned around and was inspecting my new hairless hole. I could feel my cock wanting to get hard but it couldn’t. I looked back at them. First thing I noticed was the front of Tim’s shorts. His cock was nearly busting out of the seems, I looked over at Teddy and it was clear his hard cock was crawling down the leg of his jeans.

I slowly straitened upright.

“He told me you’re somewhat of a slut. You’ll let complete strangers fuck you and breed your cunt but you have a hard time keeping your own load. Now if you’ll remember, he said you didn’t get an opinion but I’ll give you one. You see Mr. Nance, we intend to fuck you. You get to chose if you want it from behind or on your back so you can look into our eyes when we breed you. What’s it going to be?”

I got back on the table and pulled my legs back wide. Tim reached over and flipped that switch on the wall again and a few seconds later, the hot looking guy at the front desk that greeted me walked in. Teddy was already out of his jeans and was slipping out of his shirt. He dipped down and took one big sloppy lick at my hole, stood up and started working his thick cock up in me. I took him way easier than I thought and looked surprised.

“Tim’s a master masseuse, he really worked over your hot muscle cunt as you slept”

My cock is restrained inside my new cage and some kind of teeth like spikes are digging into me, keeping enough discomfort that I can’t begin to wanna get hard. Tim is stroking my hair and my chest, he tells me…

“Just concentrate on that cunt boy. The more you keep your mind inside that sweet muscle cunt instead of that useless pecker the more you will love it and the more pleasure you’ll give your man and us too. You’re just a cunt boy, you’ve always been a cunt, you were just out of control”

My eyes are flashing back and forth between him and Teddy. He’s up on the table with me, my legs over his shoulders just hammering away. He groaned out loud and planted his seed in me and I hadn’t cum. The last guy that came in quickly took his place and just rammed in dry, taking my breath away. I never even saw his cock but it was substantial. He was more of the fast jack rabbit kinda fuck and he was soon blowing in me too. Tim’s complimenting me on how well I adapt. He’s speaking to me like I’m a child or a dog needing to be trained. My whole body is on fire and tingling as I lay back on the table waiting for him. I’m resting my legs for a bit.

“Boy, keep that cunt held tight, don’t lose a drop of the seed we are giving you. Good boy, hold on a second”

He’s been over my shoulder this whole time and I haven’t seen anything but his muscular upper body which is like the other two, totally devoid of hair. I couldn’t wait to tell Dean about this. He reaches for a jar on a table and opens it up. I smell something different, he walks around in front of me and both Teddy and the other guy grab an ankle and pull me wide open. I looked down at his cock as he got on top of me. It was as big around as a Coke can and about as blunt too. He took a big glob of that creamy stuff from the jar and stuck it up my ass. In seconds, I was on fire! He looked down at me with a big grin on his face and rammed his big cock in me. I screamed and tried to get away.

“You can do this, boy. Relax, you’re okay”

The pain pasted but my ass, I mean cunt was on fire. What a power fuck, he was pounding up my chute like a freight train before he came in me. He looked down at me and said.

“Hold it in boy. Hold tight”

He got off me and they still held my legs back. He opened a door under the table and pulled out a new butt plug and pushed it in me. They let my legs down and they got dressed as I lay there. The desk guy slipped out leaving me with Teddy and Tim. They cleaned me up and helped me dress. Teddy said….

“Mr. Nance, it was a real pleasure taking care of you today. We’ve tentatively got you on the books in two weeks for a touch up but as you’re not particularly hairy it might be okay to wait until your haircut in a month. We can play it by ear. I’ve put together a little bag of items so you don’t get razor rash and some moisturizing cream I suggest you use to keep it soft. Do you have any questions?”

“Just one. Do you do this to all your clients?”

“Oh no. This was something special for a VIP client. I hope you’re happy with our services”

“Best damn haircut I ever had!”

I reached for my wallet to give them a tip and Teddy stopped me.

“Not necessary, thank you Mr. Nance, we’ve been well taken care of”

“Yeah, me too. You can drop the Mr. Nance stuff. I guess when you’ve just waxed my ass I mean cunt and fucked the hell out of me, you can call me Ryan. Tim, feel free to call me Boy”

I laughed and hugged them both. They walked me up front and I was introduced to Beau. I thanked and hugged him too. I got out to my truck and called Dean. I told him we needed to talk and we were going for a drink as soon as we got off. He agreed and I headed back to the nursery. Soon as I walked in, everyone was going on about my new look. Even Les came out to see what the hub bub was about.

“Wow! You look fantastic, Edward, did you see Ryan’s new look?”

He was rounding the corner just as she said that and he came up short.

“Wow, so handsome. Looking good boss”

I grinned, thanked him and headed to meet with another vendor. As I was walking back to the conference room my phone binged. I pulled it up. A blind text with no number. I normally don’t look at those but I did this time.

“I hear you were a good boy. Send selfie. I need to see”

“Yes Sir”

And sent it

“Very good

See you at 10

Leave in plug

Be ready”

“Yes Sir”

I’m standing in the hall in a fog. That fucking cage is biting into my dick and someone clears their throat. I snap out of it and I see Edwards head sticking out of the conference room door.

“You coming boss?”

He smiles sweetly and ducks back in. I like how he’s calls me boss lately. 

Except for driving, I didn’t sit down the rest of the day. I was as twitchy as cat on a hot tin roof. That thing on my cock and the other one up my ass. I was a mass of energy. Every time I looked up Edward had a big smile on his face. When I asked him about it he just said he was in a really good mood. The man is a total mystery to me. I cannot figure him out. After I got done for the day, I was headed to Ricks to meet Dean. I couldn’t wait to tell him everything. His ass was barely in a seat when I started telling him everything. He was bug eyed as I talked.

“You’re telling me you got three loads of cum up that ass even as we speak and a fucking butt plug is holding all in?!?!”

I nodded my head like a little kid. He got up and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me to the men’s room. He opens the big handicap stall and pushes me in.

“Strip bitch. I wanna see everything”

I was more than happy to show him. I stripped off my shirt and punched my jeans down to my boots an held up my arms and turned around.

“Fuckin hell you look hot! Let me fuck you real fast. I love your smooth hard ass. Fuck you’re as smooth as glass. Why didn’t we ever think of this. God Damn you’re hot”

He pulled the plug out and slipped right in. God how I loved his fat cock. He’s banging the hell out of me but it didn’t take long before he latched on to my hips and bread my cunt. He pulled out and pushed my plug back in and we went back for another drink. We talked at length about Sir. It still bothered him we didn’t know who this guy was. Him way more than me. He was also wild about my cage. He said he liked me locked up. I was sorta getting used to the idea. I needed to talk to Sir about it first. I mentioned that I was seeing Sir that night. Well, he would be seeing me, I’d be blindfolded. I didn’t care I was fucking hooked on the fantasy and wanted to please him. As we were talking, I had to stand. I still wasn’t adjusting to that thing up me, it was bigger than the one Dean had been using on me, anyway as we were talking, this cute little twink walked up and batted his baby blues at me and put his hand on mine…

“Hey daddy. You’re a big one. I’d love to climb your tree”

Dean and I start laughing our ass off. I slipped an arm around him and pulled him in close. Pecked him on the cheek and told him…

“You’re very cute and it’s sweet of you but you’re barking up the wrong tree. You see baby boy, I’m probably a bigger bottom than you are. I gotta butt plug up my ass holding in loads of the four guys that fucked me today. You might might have a chance if you wanna add the fifth one. Whadya think baby? Wanna fuck me”

I thought his jaw was gonna fall off. He looked at Deans laughing face…

“He’s pulling my leg”

“Nope, I gave him load four. He’s serious if you want to fuck him”

The guy went beet red and stammered something and left. We saw him across the bar tell his little friend what we said. We held up our drinks in a toast to them and waved.  They looked mortified. What did we care. I get tired of these boys assuming I’m gonna do um. I had to run. Had a few things to do so we hugged and I headed out. But Dean had other ideas…

Dean on steak out

This whole thing is fishy to me. I’ve been working my brain on overtime trying to figure out who it is. Ryan’s no help at all. Who the hell could it be. A customer, vendor, suppler, who? From the little bit of a description he gave me, I can’t find anyone that fits that type. So when he’s telling me about the guy coming over that night, I knew what to do. The place two doors down is vacant and no ones ever around. I could park down there on the side of the house out of site and go camp out in the bushes and see who turns up. First of all I’m curious as hell to know who it is. Secondly I need to make sure it’s not someone we need to be wary of. I’ve never forgive myself if something happened to him. I love him like family, hell I like him better than my own brother. I just got to be sure he’s okay. About 9:30 I parked my truck out of site and waited. When the time got closer I creeped over into the bushes in plain site of the door. A dark colored Mercedes SUV pulled up and I held still. You can only imagine my shock and surprise when Edward got out of the car, walked up to the house and let himself in. Quiet reserved Edward, the one that baked cookies and scones for everyone! He’s the power top that’s fucking the shit out of my best friend? Talk about a shocker, we just knew he had to be a bottom. I gotta figure this one out but I’m gonna confront him. This could be a blast. I just walked back to the truck and went home. I’m gonna be in the office when he walks in tomorrow.

That morning my ass was up and at um and I was sitting in the office when Edward walked in.

“Good morning Sir”

“Hey! You scared the hell out of me. What brings you in so early?”

“Well, SIR, I’m here to chat with you”

“What’s with all the Sir stuff. You never call me that”

“I thought that’s what you like to be called or is that only by Ryan?”

He turned and looked at me so calmly.

“So you found me out. I’m guessing you’ve told him then”

“Oh hell know. That’s your job, not mine. I wanna see how this plays out”

“So what was the point?“

“Dude, he’s my best friend. I love that man, he’s family to me. I needed to know he wasn’t in danger. He’s easily swayed by a big cock. By the way, that’s some prime meat ya got swingin. Impressive, you should do porn”

Thanks, I have”

I laughed at that.

“You should know he’s got a little crush on you but he thinks you’re a bottom. He’d never make a move on you no matter how much he’s drawn to you. Made that mistake before. Didn’t end well, he was pretty hurt. He’s a little guarded in matters of the heart. He may be a big ole slut but he’d rather be one mans slut. If you’re just playing with him, make sure he knows that. I kinda think you want him for more than a play thing. I know he’s loving all this and you’re driving him crazy just don’t go to far”

“After last night, I was thinking of telling him this weekend. It just got kinda wild because he didn’t know it was me on Grindr. He wanted the leather man fantasy because of a pic he saw”

“He showed me. Like I said., impressive”

“I don’t know what to tell you. He knocked my socks off the first time I saw him. Funny he thought I was a bottom, I thought he was a top”

“Yeah, I get it all the time too. Just cuz I’m short”

“Did you ever?”

When I was younger. All I ever did until I fucked a guy the first time. Liked it so much better. Never did it again. You?”

“Once. Hated it, never again. I guess we got a lot in common”

“Sounds like. That and fucking Ryan”

“We’re you guys ever a couple?”

“No, never. Started off roommates and about a month or so later I was fucking him all the time and we just because good friends. Best ass around”

“Wait until you see what I did to him”

“Saw it after work yesterday. He couldn’t wait to show me. He’s like a kid with a new toy. You fucked him with my cum in a that sweet smooth muscle cunt. You gonna ever let me have him after you make him your man?

“Probably, be intersting to share him with you soon”

“I’ve pimped his ass out before and joined in. Don’t see why not. Got something in mind?”

“We could fuck him together before I tell him it’s me. Like Friday night and I tell him on Saturday. Could be fun”

“You know, when you started I couldn’t get you figured out. We may be more alike than not. This looks like the beginning of a great friendship”

“Let’s do lunch today. Everyone will be showing up soon and I’m not ready to let our boy in on anything just yet”

When we sat down for lunch, plans began to take shape for the weekend.

The night before at Ryan’s…

I was so excited when I got that text from Sir. I couldn’t wait for him to see what he had done to me. I’d pretty much been on edge all day. It’s like my senses have been heightened. I guess because I couldn’t get hard with my junk all locked down, everything made me bristle with excitement. My nipples had been on high alert and like pointed  bullets under my shirt. And that’s another thing, my shirt was rubbing them raw. One of the guys brushed past me scraping my right nipple, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Also, what ever it was that Tim fucked me with was still tingling inside me and that was making me crazy. I couldn’t wait until 10:00 so Sir could fuck me.

I’d never been a real hairy guy, had a decent dusting across my chest and a nice happy trail with peach fuzz on my ass, legs and arms, but I was as slick and smooth as a new born baby. My clothes felt so different on my skin, even air conditioning felt more intense. The way my ass cheeks slipped around as I walked, it was so damn bazaar feeling. Dean just loved the look, he thought I looked hot as hell. The only thing I was unsure about was the cock cage. When I got back to the office I looked them up online. I’m gonna have to sit to fucking piss! He’d kind of emasculated me a little bit but no one could tell. I must have been on auto pilot because I don’t remember doing a damn thing all afternoon but I know I did. That night when I got home, I jumped in the shower and cleaned up. He didn’t want me to remove the butt plug and I was just dying to. He wanted me standing naked and blindfolded at the foot of my bed. I could hear him walking back to my room and I was shivering with excitement. He was in the room, I could hear him breathing as he looked at me. My hands were clasped in front of my locked up cock. He moved my hands away. All of a sudden I broke out in a sweat. I was suddenly ashamed for him to look at me. I felt like a loser because he had to lock me down, I couldn’t control myself so he had to do it for me. My hands kept creeping towards my cock and he’d stop me. How did I go from totally turned on to completely humiliated? I’m kinda shaking and feeling foolish. He hardly ever talks when we’re together but he saw my distress…

“Tell me Boy. What’s wrong?”

After the rollercoaster of emotions and senses I’d been through all day, I started to break. I even started to hyperventilate. He sat me down on the bed and pushed my head between my legs and told me to breathe slowly and relax. I calmed down and then I felt even more embarrassed. I unloaded and told him what was spinning me out of my mind.

“Ryan. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. You’re a smart, handsome, strong and capable man, nothing about that has changed. We’ve been having a fantastic time here and it doesn’t have to stop unless you want it to. I’m just helping you get control and adjust your mind and body so it’s better for you and me. You’re far from a loser, if you were, I wouldn’t be here”

He lay me down on the bed and took me in his arms and I melted into him. I love the feel of his ripped hard lean body against mine. At some point he reached down and pulled the plug from my hole. I felt wetness seeping from my opening. Before I could close up, he slipped his huge cock inside me. He was so gentle and kind, so tender and soothing. This wasn’t going to be like usual. For the first time, he made love to me. His sweet passionate love making was so comforting and sensual. He kept me in the little spoon position for a long time. Well after he’d cum in me, he just kept me that way and I slipped into a deep sleep. When I finally opened my eyes, the blindfold was laying on the bedside table and he was gone. It was early in the morning and the sun wasn’t even peaking out yet. I rehashed the night over and over in my head. It was to most Sir had ever talked to me and there was a familiarity to his voice, he even called me by my name. I couldn’t put a finger on it but I knew this man, but how? Now I’m wondering where this is going. This man has a hold on me and I’m thinking it’s way more than sexual too. He cares about me. He proved that last night when I broke down.

I think the time has come.

Decision time

I made a batch of the muffins Ryan likes and I’d even found some great mandarin orange tea for him. I mixed it up a lot in what I made for everyone but I knew what he liked best so he got special things a lot. I liked making him happy, in bed or just in general. That night together was wonderful. I almost revealed myself to him, I want to so bad. Dean’s right, I can’t keep him in the dark any longer. I may have already gone too far, seeing him so upset nearly broke me too. Just one more fling of my mystery man persona and I tell him everything. Oh wow, I’m coming out of the closet in a way. I hope this doesn’t backfire. If this doesn’t go well, I could lose everything.

At the appointed time, Dean and I pull up to Ryan’s and like a good boy, he was waiting for me in the bedroom. I had Dean out in the living room as I got him ready. This time I just had him in the ear phones and mask. As soon as I was sure he couldn’t see or hear I had Dean come in. Dean flipped on the lights and set up a camera on a tripod. He had one of those Go Pro cams in his and and it could attach to anything. He even turned on the bedside lamps so the lighting was better. Ryan is standing like a beautiful statue wondering what the hell is happening. Nether of us is touching him. When it was all set up, I pushed him down in the floor on his knees before me and had him sucking my cock. This time I let him use his hands on me. He’s running his strong calloused hands all over me. He was like a starving child and my cock offered the sector of the gods. His hands reach back and grabbed my hard firm ass and is slamming me into his face. Literally slam fucking his own throat with my cock. Slobber and throat slime is going all over the place.

“He’s always been a fantastic cock sucker and Ive seen him take some big cock but son of a bitch he crazy for yours”

“Yeah, I think he may be the best I’ve ever had”

“Damn, look at him go”

“It’s the combination of taking away his other since’s and the cage. He’s working harder to please me”

Ryan’s going ape shit on me but I want other things before he gets my load. Dean is walking around us getting closeups and focusing in on his wild face. When I push him off my cock, he kinda panics. I get him up and on the bed and he instantly throws his legs up he yells at me…

“FUCK ME SIR”

We couldn’t help it, we busted out laughing. I slid a couple of fingers up him and looked over at Dean.

“He’s got no idea how loud he is because of those noise canceling earphones”

“Just fuck him and put him out of his misery. Always was cock hungry”

“Did you get that hot lube from the spa? Teddy said it really lit up his world”

He handed it to me and I slid my fingers out. Dean said…

“Look at his cage, he’s leaking precum. Fuck, he wired up”

I coated my cock and the sensations took a hold of me. I liked using this stuff sometimes. I lined my cock up to his hot looking muscle cunt and jammed in to the hilt. Now he was really yelling loud.

“OH GOD! FUCK ME SIR, FUCK ME HARD!”

I give him about a five count to get used to it and then I started fucking him hard. Best fucking ass I’d ever fucked. His body was amazing, he was covered in sweat and he shined in the bright light. Thick slime leaked from his cage and he was working his own nipples like he was possessed. I reached down and knocked his hands away as I hammered his cunt. I kept at it for a long time and then just jerked out of him, leaving that cunt wide open. He’s still gripping his own legs back. For such a big man he’s really limber. He’s got no problem throwing those legs over his head. The perfect bottom boy. I stand looking down at him a second then I let him know to stand up. This is the part where I bring Dean in. I pulled him to his feet and sat back on the bed. I turned him to face away from me and pulled him back to ride my cock. I lay back and lay him down on me. He working that cunt like a high end whore. I got his legs pulled up and Dean walked between our wide spread legs and started pushing his cock in on top of mine. Ryan jumped like we’d hooked jumper cables up to his balls.

“Oh shit!”

He yells out in surprise, discovering for the first time they were not alone. According to Dean, this wasn’t the first time Ryan had been double fucked. That cherry was popped back when they were in school together. When he and Dean had lunch the other day, he filled him in on what an insatiable bottom Ryan was. He loved cock up his ass and the more he got the more he wanted. He’d even considered going into porn, he thought it was the perfect job for him. Getting paid to let guys fuck him and to be seen doing it would be a fantasy job in his twisted mind back then. Dean used to get up gangbangs for him. Wasn’t hard, guys all over campus loved the idea of banging this big hot uber masculine guy. He didn’t even appear to be gay and he was a total power bottom. If he hadn’t had this fantastic family and a good career that he already loved waiting for him, he’d a done it. He wasn’t as wild now as he was in school, he’d really toned down the wild Sex-Capades of his crazy youth but he was still the power bottom and that turned me on like nothing else. So planning this little three way was easy. Man I love fucking this man. Dean was right, he had the best ass and look at him, the man was a god. When Dean rammed his cock in with mine, Ryan’s reaction was fantastic. He latched on to his arms and pulled him in. Dean was slamming his cock into him so hard and the feeling was amazing. The flared head of his cock seemed to get really hard and was rubbing across mine getting me close. I didn’t know how long I could last like that, I was on the verge of blowing my load. I could see from the look on his face he was nearly there too. I told him…

“Fuck that cunt man, breed him. I wanna feel you shoot in him”

He couldn’t say anything intelligible but I new he was close and Ryan could feel it, I was sure of it. He started begging for it…

“Breed my cunt! Oh please, give it to me, knock me up!”

That’s it, I could feel it shoot inside, covering my cock in his load. He just dropped on to Ryan’s heaving body, crushing me below. It felt incredible but it was getting hard to breath comfortably.

“Dean, that was hot but you’re killing me here”

“Oh shit, sorry”

He pulls up and out of Ryan and I’m relieved. I push Ryan off me too and roll him over. I pull him up on his knees and start hammering away at his ass. Deans filming us again and he gets in front of Ryan and sticks his cum covered cock in his mouth to be cleaned up. He’s in piggy bottom heaven. It wasn’t long and I was breeding him too. I told Dean to take shots of his cunt when I pulled out. He scrambled into position and I pulled out real fast, leaving him gaping wide open and leaking cum. His slick smooth cunt looked amazing like this. I slapped him hard on the ass and lifted the side of the earphones…

“Take a break or a little nap. Be back soon. Don’t leave this room, don’t take anything of, hear be boy?”

He was laid out flat on the bed then he just curled up in a fetal position, cum leaking from his cunt. God he looked hot. We left the room, shutting the door and let him rest. Hell we needed a fucking break after that. We sat in the kitchen cooling off and drinking. We talked about everything and how I was going to tell him. After a bit we had our second wind and went back and took turns fucking the hell out of him. Some time in the night I realize he’s completely worn out. Dean went home and I turned out all the lights and even closed the blinds so the room was supper dark. I got in bed and pulled the covers over us and stroked his tired body until he was asleep. I removed his mask and headset and he never budged. I lay beside him and hoped for the best. He would know everything in the morning. I didn’t really sleep much, I drifted a bit and if he’s tired I was wide awake. Please God, let this go okay. Finally I dove off close to six that morning. I must have crashed hard. I never herd him get up or open the blinds or even him going to pee and shower. I slept until nearly half past nine when my bladder kicked in and I had to pee like crazy. My eyes popped open, I was a bit disoriented waking someplace not my own. He’s sitting up in bed against the headboard propped on pillows looking like the god he is.

I woke in total darkness, my bedroom was never blacked out unless I needed to nap in the day so it kinda threw me a second. I could hear him breathing beside me. He didn’t leave this time. I was a little hesitant to turn on my bedside lamp to see him the first time. I sucked it up and flipped on the light. Holy shit, it’s Edward! My sweet and quiet office manager that make muffins and scones! He’s Sir? I’m shocked and pleased. I’d been attracted to him since he interviewed with me months ago. Instantly my o fucking cock wants to get hard again, damn this fucking cage! I’d gotten adjusted to it but I really needed that thing off. If for no other reason, I missed peeing standing up. Speaking off… I slipped quietly out of bed and went to pee and shower, I was covered in dried cum and I was kinda ripe. I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair and propped myself up in the bed and waited. When he finally stirred, he looked around kinda lost and his eyes found me. My calm demeanor said nothing of how I was feeling.

“Good morning Sir. Did you sleep well?”

“Morning Ryan, how are you doing?”

“What, no more Boy”

I said dryly.

“Hold on, I gotta take care of business first”

He slipped out from under the covers, grabbed his glasses and walked across the room to to the bathroom. It wasn’t a fantasy, his body is amazing. Not a trace of fat not a blemish. it wasn’t a dream, what a beautiful body. I can hear him pissing and the sink turn on. He’s washing his face I think. He reappears in the door and walks back over to me. Fucking hell, the front is even better than the back! Jesus he’s beautiful! I keep a calm face as he sits on the edge of the bed looking at me, waiting…

“Will you get this fucking thing off me now?”

I spread my legs, indicating the cock cage. He gets up and runs to his jeans and digs in the pocket. Not finding it he try’s the other one. He pulls it out and runs back to me. He’s kneeling between my legs and unlocks it. He gently removes it and it looks like some kind of deformed blob. He leans back and looks at me.

“You’re pissed at me. I understand, I’ll get out”

“Stop!”

I reach his wrist and he looked at me confused.

“You’re not going anywhere! I haven’t cum in days damn it. I’ll be pissed as hell if you don’t get me off after all this. You’ve got some serious fucking to do”

I grinned at him and pulled him in for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. I wasn’t letting hm ever get away.

“I never in a million years dreamed it could be you and I couldn’t be happier”

“I understand you thought I was a big ole bottom”

“My bestie has a big mouth. Oh and I know know he was the third last night”

“How did you figure that out?”

“He’s been fucking me since I was 18, I know that cock, that body and his smell. With him joining us last night, I was even more confused as to who you were. You know Les said you were into me months ago. The muffins gave you away”

“Speaking of muffins, I’m starving. I’d kill for some eggs and bacon. What do ya say, eat first fuck later?”

I sent him to the shower, stripped the bed and started the wash. Then I called that little shit best friend.

“Listen you little fucker. You’re buying breakfast at Market Diner. Get your ass moving, Edward’s in the shower now. Hop to it”

And hung up. I got dressed and he was soon ready. We walked out to his SUV and I gave directions. Dean was already seated when we arrived and he had a shit eating grin on his face.

“You little bastard. How long have you known? Talk bitch”

Between the two of them, I got the whole story over breakfast we were laughing and talking and having a grand old time.

As time went on, Edward and I became a couple. With in a year we were living together in my place. We became good friends with Teddy and his boyfriend Mike, also,  Beau and Dean met and started dating. Beau wasn’t a total bottom but he damn sure wasn’t fucking Dean and Tim was always dating someone new. He still calls me boy and fucks the shit out of me every time I come in. Im still keeping it smooth for my man. A year later I asked Edward to marry me and make an honest woman out of me. He laughed and said it would never happen but he’d still marry me. We had a joint bachelor party, Dean and Teddy through it for us. What it really was, was a fucking orgy with go go boys and dick dancers out at Teddy’s lake house so no witnesses to see or hear. Life with Edward is fantastic. We have some wild times together, he sometimes likes to take me to leather bars in a harness, dog collar and leash and pimp me out. Mostly we’re home bodies, we work a lot and have built the business even bigger. We’re very involved in the community and do a lotta charity work. Mostly just a modern day successful gay couple with very few hang ups. He still turns me on and he’s still spoiling me with baked goods. Needless to say I keep that gym membership renewed, don’t wanna get fat on him…

In case you’re wondering, Dean is still fucking me all the time, hell all our friends do. A dinner party at our house usually ends up naked in the middle of the floor, swooping partners and having a blast. We figure as long as people find us desirable, we will keep it up. I retain the title of biggest bottom/cumdump. I ware it well

Life is good

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