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After five difficult months in an apartment that I had moved to, I was fed up. There always seemed to be one or other problem and getting it fixed was always an ordeal. Subsequently, I gave my required one months’ notice and decided to move on. Two weeks later when I started panicking, I saw a ‘To Let’ sign on an apartment complex that I had always admired when driving by. I phoned the number and spoke to Costa.

That evening, I drove over to view the apartment. It was a two-story block with ten apartments, five upstairs, and five downstairs. I had always resisted inquiring about the place because I suspected that it was beyond my price range.

Costa and his son Dimitri owned and managed this block. They lived in the corner unit of the building on the ground floor and the apartment that I was viewing was next to theirs. Costa attended to me upon my arrival, as Dimitri was sorting out a plumbing problem at one of their other buildings. Costa was a large jovial man in his mid-fifties. He stood around my height, five feet ten inches tall, but that is where our similarities ended.

Costa weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds, as opposed to my skinny one hundred and fifty pounds. He was almost completely bald and had a beard in serious need of a trim. Although bulky, he was not flabby. He also appeared to have meaty moobs which I would have loved to see uncovered. He was attractive and rather hairy if his arms were anything to go by. Above all, he sweated profusely, which turned me on incredibly.

I have to digress at this point in my story and admit to having a sweat fetish. At sixteen I attended a school with a guy who suffered from hyperhidrosis. Grant, the boy in question, literally had to bathe three times a day and changed his underwear and shirts after each shower. He had a huge complex about his condition and to make matters worse, he was allergic to most deodorants. Our friendship eventually developed into a sexual relationship.

Off-putting as I found his condition initially, I later developed an obsession with it. When we arrived at his home for our trysts after school, I would beg him not to shower before we had sex. A year later, he and his family moved on and we lost contact. Thereafter, however, I always became aroused whenever I found myself in the company of somebody ‘suffering’ from this condition.

When Costa showed me around the apartment, I observed that was beautifully maintained. Regrettably, as expected, it was twenty-five percent more expensive than I was hoping to pay. Seeing the glum look on my face Costa dropped his price by fifteen percent.

Jokingly he then said, “We can later find a solution for you to make up the difference, in one way or the other.”

I wasn’t sure about his insinuation but could have sworn that he had a horny look in his eyes as he said so. He also made me promise, not to mention what I would be paying to any of the other tenants.

Following him back to his apartment to do the paperwork, I ogled the two large damp patches under his arms, in addition to his odour that was now driving me crazy. Every recollection of my relationship with Grant one now came flooding back to me, as a torrent of testosterone began to swathed every inch of my body.    

Inside his apartment, there was a stunning masculine hum that permeated the entire place. Again, I began to reminisce about Grant’s sweaty body fucking me. My hands even began to itch in anticipation of the clammy contouring that my fingers would implement on his hairy frame.

When Costa apologized for his sweaty disposition I told him it didn’t bother me at all, before provocatively adding that I liked sweat. His face now lit up and once again as a lascivious look radiated from his eyes.

After signing, he gave me the keys to the apartment. Although I was only taking occupation two weeks later, he said he did not mind if I started moving my furniture in sooner.

Leaving elated, I had a good feeling about my new abode. If I could occasionally get a whiff Costa’s aroma, that would be a treat in itself. The look in his eyes during our interaction also played on my mind. Maybe my new landlord would finally quench my thirst, after years of waiting for a new Grant in my life.

On the weekend, I began to move my meagre possessions to my new home. Fortunately, a work colleague with a pickup and trailer offered to give me a hand. I was determined to complete the transition by Sunday, and by noon that day, I was fully ensconced in my new surroundings.

At around three p.m., I heard someone uttering my name from the front door. The man standing there left me in no doubt that I was finally meeting Dimitri. Dimitri had a slightly receding hairline, but his short black hair was thick and glistened healthily. He had medium-length sideburns and a neatly cropped moustache. He was fairly stocky and of a similar height to his dad, but weighed at least fifty pounds less. Looking at him, one could see what Costa must have looked like when he was twenty-five-years-old. Dimitri had popped by my place to introduce himself, before heading off to visit a friend. Having just showered and sporting a light-weight jacket, I could not see if Dimitri had inherited his dad’s sweaty condition.

Glancing at a gay newspaper that I had left on a table, Dimitri asked outright if I was gay. After nodding yes, he warned me about his dad. Smiling naughtily, he told me that Costa liked boys and was extremely horny, advising me to keep his dad at arm’s length, because Costa would be all over me like a rash if he knew I was gay. Laughing, I said that I would heed his advice. Little did Dimitri realize that his words were like music to my ears. Cheekily, I asked if he also liked boys. Grinning, he said that he preferred ladies, but then mischievously added that alcohol could sometimes bend the rules.

At around eight p.m., on Tuesday evening, I heard a knock at my door. Costa called to see how I was settling in.  As I moved through to the kitchen to make coffee for us, Costa followed. After switching the kettle on, I turned around and found him standing close to me. He then placed his beefy arms on my shoulders.

Next, Costa began licking my nose before his mouth found my lips. As his thick tongue entered, I slid my hands down into his damp armpits. With my hands swimming in the swamps under his arms, he lustily started traversing my entire face with his tongue.

Suddenly, there was a knock at my door. After drying my face with a dishtowel, I opened to find Dimitri, who had come to fetch his dad for a meeting with a tenant. Closing the door after they left, I felt like screaming with disappointment. Costa did not return later and I did not see him again until Friday evening.

When he arrived on Friday at eight p.m., he told me that he had instructed Dimitri not to disturb us under any circumstances, and before I could even offer him coffee, I was directed toward my bedroom.

En-route he told me, “Papa is going to give his new baby a good fucking tonight.”

After stripping, I finally got a good look at papa. His moobs were epic and through the mass of hair on his chest, I could see his huge dark nipples. I had never seen so much pubic hair on a man in my life. His fat uncut cock was drowning in a forest of fuzz.

“So, do you like papa’s body?” he asked.

“Fuck, yeah,” I replied, trembling with anticipation

After lunging forward, I started sucking one of his nipples as he stroked my head. My hands then slid under his armpits into the marvellous humidity.

Having sucked on both nipples, I nudged his upper left arm with my head. Costa lifted his arm before my head nestled into his damp armpit. The smell and wetness almost drove me out of my mind. I licked like a dog enjoying a plate of gravy, as my halcyon days with Grant again flooded back to me. As Costa groaned his hand cupped my head, encouraging my fervour. The other armpit followed and I was drowning with lust as I continued to lap on my second moist treasure.

Next, firmly smearing my head into this cave of wonder, he said, “Clean papa properly, you horny little bitch.”

I mumbled a muffled, “Yes, papa.”

After glutting on his armpits, my shoulders were pushed down before my head was pulled into his soggy pubic quagmire. Lustily, I plundered the dankness of this new treasure-trove. Licking his sweaty balls and cock excitedly before his fat knob located my mouth. As he clamped my head in his meaty hands, I got an animated and odourous face-fucking.

Minutes later, he blasted a deluge of cum into my anxious drooling mouth. Costa then lay on the bed and ordered me to clean him. Having performed my duty on his crotch, I begged him to pull his legs up so that I could worship at his final trophy wetness. I then slurped in Costa’s crevice before locating his pucker in a jungle of fur. As I licked and prodded with my tongue he growled with pleasure. He writhed in ecstasy as I nibbled on his knot as he uttered a barrage of, “Fuck yeses’.”

Overcome with lust, he got up and grabbed my body and threw me face down on the bed. In a flash he was on top of me, enveloping us in his clammy essence. Forcing my legs apart with his knees, he impaled his beefy dick straight into my backside, before flopping onto my body and thrusting with intensity. I could hardly breathe as his body gyrated on my small frame. With rivulets of his sweat pouring over me, I pleaded with him to fuck the living shit out of me. He took this instruction to heart and pounded me with determination. After a second volcanic load erupted into me, he rolled off my body and commanded another cleaning. This, happily, took a long time as I attended to my duties with enthusiasm.

As Dimitri had forewarned, there was no end to his horny father. After drinks in the kitchen, I was soon on my back again, getting another butt-fucking from papa. More sweat and masculine redolence encompassed our bodies as he did so. I was in seventh heaven as he swathed me in his intoxicating vapours and moisture. Papa pulverized me with gusto, making me cry like a sex-starved bitch in heat. Sadly, our session finally ended.

After he left I was exhausted but would count the seconds to our next encounter.

Costa became the ‘rash’ his son had spoken of, and I became an acolyte in Costa’s temple of perspiration.

Three weeks later, Dimitri visited me on a Thursday evening, the night Costa always got together with his gambling buddies. Dimitri wasn’t intoxicated but we did have sex. As I ushered him through his father’s routine he took to it like a duck to water. I also discovered that he shared his father’s sweaty condition. From nothing, I was now getting a double helping of my favourite obsession.

Dimitri was not as good as his dad, initially, but over the following year, he grew in leaps and bounds. The added pounds that he put on during this period also helped a great deal. To add to my joy, I frequently became the focus of a father and son threesome. They never engaged one another sexually during these sessions, but being spit-roasted by them was fantastic.

Swamped in a damp mass of writhing hairy bodies was incredible. The aroma and humidity as my body was commandeered was mindboggling. They constantly swapped positions as they harassed, humped, and hummed about me. The abundance of perspiration, verbal abuse, and body cleansing, was a complete mental mind-fuck for me.

I was crazy about my apartment!

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This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life.   Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental.  This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in.  No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

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Still in lockdown, what is a boy to do but turn his fantasy to flight and see what happens.  This particular story is formed in part from my particular fetish, although my fetish doesn’t go to the degree that I have in the story.  I hope you like it and it helps to while away the hours.

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Tristan had seen the vending machines around the City.  I mean, who hadn’t they stood out like sore thumbs.  The vending machines sold used underwear, more specifically used male underwear catering to the Gay and fetish community.  Tristan and his mates, like all kids, knew all about the vending machines, mainly as they were located near the underground station entrances.  All the kids knew that the company bought used underwear, and apparently paid quite a lot for the used underwear, of course, they all said, piously that they’d never sell their used underwear.  But obviously, there were a lot of guys out there prepared to sell their used underwear.  Tristan can remember hearing some of the opposition to having the vending machines, people, particularly religious groups, were saying that they were encouraging prostitution.  But, the company that’s behind the vending machines, actually said that the opposite was true, this way anyone can buy a pair of used underwear and fulfil their sexual fantasies, and desires, without hurting anyone.

This way, they don’t have to go out and mug someone to fulfil their fantasies, besides in Japan they have been selling girls used underwear through vending machines for years.  So, this isn’t a new thing.  And so, the debate raged, until the powers that be decided that the vending machines were, in fact, fulfilling a need, and hopefully would cut down on rapes and assaults in the wider community.

So, the vending machines were here to stay seemingly, but the company had to contend with a lot of vandalism, so now the vending machines are housed in cages.  The only way you could get close enough to the vending machines, now, was to swipe your credit card through a slot on the gate.  As soon as the gate was released, the cage was lit up, and video cameras recorded you entering the cage and everything you did while you were in the cage, right up until you left.  If you caused any damage, the cost of the repairs would be taken from your credit card and your details handed to the Police for prosecution.

Eventually, all the hoopla died down, and the vending machines were allowed to stay.  Like all kids, Tristan and his mates joked about selling their underwear, but seemingly that was as far as it went.  But, when he happened to pass one of the vending machines, he noticed that they were always full so there must be a lot of guys out there prepared to sell their used undies.  Tristan wasn’t quite sure what made him do it, but he’d been thinking about the vending machines, well more specifically their contents, and he took a photo of the QR code, on the side of the machine, and looked at the information it provided.  It gave him contact details of Agency that ran the vending machines.  While Tristan continually told himself that he wasn’t going to do it, he was just thinking about it, or so he thought.  That is until he found himself entering one of the old buildings in Flinders Lane.  He walked up the rickety stairs until he found the office on the third floor he was looking for.  Tristan stood there uncertain for a long time before he scraped up enough courage to reach out and ring the buzzer beside the door.

The buzzer beside my office door went.  I turned to the screen and check who is in the hall outside my office, but all I can see is a young guy standing in front of the door dancing nervously from foot to foot while he waits to be let in.  I pushed the button on the intercom and asked him why he was here, and he said that he was here to sell his jocks.  I push the door release button under the lip of my desk and let him in.  He hesitantly pushes the door open, but then almost jumps into my office, I guess he’s decided that he doesn’t want anyone to see him entering my office.  It’s Ok; I’m used to it.  In my line of work, my customers don’t want to get caught purchasing my product, and my ‘stable’ of guys don’t want anyone to see them entering my office.  I chuckle to myself as I stand up and walk around my desk and sit against the lip of my desk on the other side, facing my visitor.

“Um…, he begins nervously, “ah, I was, um, wondering, if um, you were the, um guy…” he stammered as he rubbed the back of his neck as he stares at his shuffling feet.  “Um, that, um, runs the vending machines, um…” he continues as he finally looks up.  His eyes alight on and dart from my face in milliseconds and then pans around the office and alight on the vending machine in the corner.  “Oh…” he says when he sees the vending machine and walks over to it and checks it out.  Suddenly obviously feeling a bit more comfortable now he calls over his shoulder, “so you’re the guy who operates these machines,” he says as he studies the machine.

“Yes,” I reply, “I’m the guy who runs the machines.  What can I do for you?”

“I found your ad,” he replies, still engrossed with the vending machine, “so it’s true?  You buy guys dirty underwear and then sell them through these machines.”

“Obviously,” I replied, but he cuts me off.

“So, what’s the deal?” he asks.

“Well, if you read the ad, I thought it was pretty self-explanatory,” I say with a bit of a sigh, but I begin the spiel, “I buy guys used underwear and sell them to other guys through my vending machines.  But,” I continued, “there are specific criterion, my customers do have high expectations of my ‘product’, and I work very hard at keeping the quality of my ‘merchandise’ extremely high.”

“So, how does this work…” he cuts me off.

“I was getting there,” I reply, “so, for example, a guy like you comes to my office, if he is a returning employee, then he knows the drill.  He informs me what he has done while wearing his underwear, has he just come from the gym, has been wearing his underwear all day, or for a couple of days straight.  Has he collected a few drops of piss in them, has he kept them free of piss?  Has he cum recently and caught a few drops of cum in his underwear, pre-cum?  Does he have skid marks on his underwear?  Those sorts of thing.  He then strips in front of me down to his underwear.  I take a couple of pictures.  He removes his underwear, and I check them for what the guy says his underwear contains.  If he’s right, and I can verify it, then his underwear goes into a resealable container.  I pay him.  He gets dressed and leaves.

Then I assign the guy’s used underwear to one of my vending machines.  And that’s what happens,” I finish looking the guy up and down, “so, what can I do for you?”

“Um, well,” he begins, again almost being overcome by nerves, “um, I think I wanted to know if you wanted to buy my jocks,” he finished as he went bright red.

I smiled to myself, “Ok,” I began as I looked him over once again, “how old are you?”

“Um, I turned sixteen today,” he replied.

“Have you got any proof?” I asked, “I’m not going to get arrested for corrupting a minor.”

“Oh, no,” he said as he dropped his backpack and began fishing around in it, “I brought my birth certificate with me.”  He continued as he fished around in his backpack, “I also have some photo id, as I saw that you require that as well,” he finished up as he found his birth certificate, then with his photo id, he held them out to me.

I remained leaning against my desk and held my hand out, “Oh, right,” he said as he walked over and gave me the documentation.

I took the paperwork and walked back around my desk and sat down as I indicated the chair for him.  He sat on the chair and waited.  I checked the documents and held his photo id up and checked the picture.  “Well, that all looks in order,” I said as I laid the documents on the desktop, “so tell me why do you want to sell your jocks?  And why do you think I’m going to want to buy them?”

“Um, well, ahh, I, um, have seen your vending machines around and I always wondered why someone’d want to sell their jocks.  And, um, I guess, I, um, have always wondered who’d want to buy them.  I mean their pretty pricey, so I sat and watched on of your machines for a while until I saw a couple of people buying your, um, ‘products’, and thought it’d be an easy way to make money.  So, um, today, as I turned sixteen, I, um, thought I’d, um, try and sell my jocks.”

“Ok, and how do you feel about posing for the photo?” I asked.

“Oh, so it is the guys’ whose underwear it is in the photos?” he asked, surprised.

“Of course, it is!  How else are my customers supposed to know whose undies they have?”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that,” he said seemingly a little crestfallen.

“Have you looked at the photos of the guys?”

“um, no, I, ahh, haven’t really looked at the photos…”

“Well,” I replied, cutting him off,” why don’t you go over and have a look?”

The kid got up out of his seat and went over and looked at the pictures on the packaging, “Oh!” was all he said as he came back and sat down.

“So,” I began as I fished a contract out of my drawer, “this is the standard contract, it basically says that neither I nor anyone else, forced you to do this and that you are under no obligation to continue to supply me with dirty underwear.  But once this is signed you give up all ownership of your undies, and they become my property to do with as I wish, be that I keep them, sell them, or burn them, it’s entirely up to me.”  I slid the contract across the top of the desk, in front of the kid and put a pen down on top.

The kid licked his lips as he picked up the pen and signed and dated the contract.

I picked up the contract, and after I notarised it, I gave him back his copy.  “Ok, boy,” I said as I bent down and picked up my camera, and stood up and walked around the desk, “strip down to your jocks and go and stand with your back to that wall over there.”

The kid started to look around, “what the hell are you looking for?” I asked him incredulously.

“Um, is there a change room, or something?” he asked as he swivelled his head around, casting his gaze around the room, almost like a trapped animal.

“What the fuck…” I began, then taking another look at the kid, I took a steadying breath, “no, there isn’t a change room or any other area for you to change in.  We’re both males.  What?  Do you think I’m going to rape you or something?”

“Um, well…” he began as he started to go beet red.

I laughed at him, “No!  I’m not going to rape you.  Now, if you still want to sell your jocks.  Strip down to your jocks and stand against the wall so I can take your picture.”

Somewhat reluctantly, he stood up and slowly began to strip, looking all the world like a man who is going to the electric chair or something.  Anyway, he eventually strips down to his jocks, but as soon as he stood up from taking his pants off, his hands fly in front of his crotch instantly.

“For fuck sake,” I stated, “you’re the one who came to me, not me to you, remember?”  He looks at me and nods, “right so take your hands away from your groin and go and stand against the wall, or we can rip the contract up right now, and you can get the fuck out of here and stop wasting my time.”

He seemed to make a decision as his hands fell away from his groin, and he stood up and walked over to the wall that I had indicated earlier.  When his hands fell away from his groin, I could see his cock straining against the fabric of his jocks, with a definite wet patch.  As he walked past me, I got to see him side on and his nuts looked pretty hefty as well, and finally, I got to see his somewhat flat arse as he walked over and stood in front of the wall.  I took a couple of shots, and then told him to drop his jocks, “What,” he almost baulked on me.  “Your jocks,” I said, “take them off.”  As he continued to look at me, a bit nonplussed, “you did come here to sell me your jocks, didn’t you?”

“Oh, um, yes…” he began.

“Look, the process is quite simple.  You decide to sell me your underwear.  You come in here and strip down to your underwear, and I take a photo.  You remove your underwear, and I check what you’ve left in them.  I then put them into an airtight container.  I give you the money.  You get dressed and leave.  Have you got any questions about any of that?”

“um, no…” he began.  “Good,” I cut him off, “then strip and give me your jocks.”

With that he peeled his jocks off and handed them to me, “finally now go and sit back down,” and he somewhat sheepishly walked past me, naked, and went and sat gingerly on the edge of his chair.

“Finally,” I breathed as I went and sat down in my chair, “so, what have you done in your jocks,” I asked as I held them to my nose, I pulled them open and smelled the crotch, “Mm,” I moaned appreciatively as I inhaled his musky scent, “so, let’s see,” I said as I closed my eyes and ran his jocks under my nose.  “Nice strong musky smell, so you’ve had these on all day, have you?” I asked without opening my eyes, and before he could answer, I moved his jocks around under my nose.  “Hmm, is that a faint odour of shit?” I asked him again without opening my eyes or waiting for an answer.  I moved his jocks under my nose and got a whiff of piss as well as a pleasant wet smell of pre-cum, and I was right, the kid had leaked quite a lot.  In fact, he’s probably still leaking pre-cum now while he’s sitting naked on the chair in front of me.

“Very, nice kid,” I said as I sealed his jocks in a container, “now, statistics,”  I asked and recorded his height and weight, and shoe size, once again he blushed beet red when I asked him for his dick size, and he somewhat embarrassedly told me that he didn’t know.  I threw a measuring tape at him and told him to measure it.  He fumbled with his cock for a bit and kept getting redder, after about five minutes, I asked him if he wanted a hand, and somewhat gratefully he said he did.  So, I got up and walked around the desk and told him to stand up, while I knelt in front of him, and as he was well and truly aroused, I measured his erect cock.  And it was impressive erect it was nine and a half inches and three and a half inches in diameter.  The problem now was to measure it flaccid, and without telling him what I was going to do, I grabbed the head of his cock and squeezed it until his cock deflated.  Then I measured it, and his cock was still an impressive five inches, then having completed the task at hand, I went back to my chair and wrote the stats down.

“So, how long have you been wearing this pair of jocks for?”

“Um, just today,” he replied, “um, is that Ok?” he asked.

“Sure kid, I don’t care what you do in your jocks, or for how long.  It’s just for my customers, some of them like to know these sorts of things.  So, how long have you worn this particular pair of jocks for, since you put them on clean?”

“Oh, um, just today….”

“Ok, so what, six, seven, eight hours?”

“Oh, um, about eight and a half hours.”

“Ok, and what, have you been to school?  Did you run anywhere; did you masturbate today while wearing them?  Um, did you do P.E., come on, kid, you’re killing me here…”

I saw understanding dawning on his face, and he ran off all the things he’d done today up to right now.  He gave me his banking details, and I paid him for his jocks, and we talked for a bit while he got dressed.  “Oh, um,” he began as he did up his pants, “what happens if I want to sell another pair?”

“Well, now you’re an ‘employee’ you won’t need to bring all your id again.” and saying that I gave him his ‘employee number’.  “Now, if your jocks sell you will get a notification on your phone via a text message.  You can then decide if you want to sell another pair or not, at the same time, you can decide if you want to set up a profile or not.  That’s entirely up to you, as to how much of yourself you want to share or not.  Ok, any questions?”

“Um, no, I don’t think so.”

“Ok then, here are the login details, for the website, if you sell your jocks, and a list of the general questions the guys ask,” I said as I handed him a sheet of paper.  He stuffed it in his backpack and left.

I pulled the sealed container opened again and pulled out his used jocks.  I pulled the file of the secret recording I’d made of the kid’s ‘interview’ we’d just had.  While I watched the kid strip, I inhaled deeply his musky scent.  I couldn’t help myself, and I pulled my cock out of the confines of my pants and slowly began stroking it.  When I finally encountered the rather large wet patch of pre-cum, I shot a load of hot cum all over the top of my desk.  I put the used jocks back into their sealed container and started to clean my desk, but I was so fuckin’ horny after watching him strip, I decided to lick my desk clean, but it wasn’t for the first time.  Nor, did I think it’d be the last time, I can assure you.

When everything was all clean again, I set to printing out and attaching the kids’ photo and put it in the box ready for delivery to one of the vending machines I had around the City.

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Tristan pushed through the old wooden door of the building as he stepped out onto Flinders Lane, and he turned left and headed towards the Degraves St entrance to Flinders St station.  He kept looking back over his shoulder, expecting what, someone to lay a hand on his shoulder and drag him off to who knows where, but he made it to the station unmolested.  So, he was feeling better about the whole deal as he boarded his train, and it wasn’t until he sat in his seat did, he allow himself to finally admit that he’d just sold a pair of his used jocks.  As the train pulled out of the station, Tristan tried to very surreptitiously pull his phone out of his pocket and look at the receipt for his jocks.  He sat there and looked at the amount of money he’d got paid and couldn’t believe it.  Then he wondered if anyone’d buy his used jocks, mind you he didn’t know why anyone’d want to buy them, nor what they’d use them for.  He just hoped that it wasn’t a wasted trip.  He looked at some of his other text messages, he answered a few, sent a few new texts to people he knew, and basically whiled away the time while he waited for his stop.

It wasn’t until about a week later that Tristan received a notification on his phone from a number he didn’t know, so on a whim, he opened it.  Only to discover that it was a notification that someone had indeed bought his pair of dirty jocks, and Tristan almost dropped his phone in shock.  There was a link to a website, which Tristan clicked, and after he’d entered his number that I had given him when he’d sold his pair of dirty jocks, he discovered that he’d been left a message.  In fact, there were a couple of messages waiting for him; one was to notify him that his jocks had been sold.  The other one was from the buyer telling him that he’d just opened the pack with Tristan’s dirty jocks in it.

‘I have just broken the seal on the package and am currently inhaling the aroma of your dirty jocks.  Your musky odour is quite heady, and is that a hint of piss I can smell, naughty boy, or did you set out to tease, hmm?  Oh, my is that a hint of, oh no, it’s more than a hint, isn’t it, you naughty boy, it would seem as though you have leaked quite a bit of pre-cum too.  Was it the thought of me opening, and devouring, your jocks that got you so excited, or was it something, or someone else that got you so excited?  And what’s that, oh dear, is there just a trace of faeces I can smell, oh no that will never do.  I think you should be punished for that, were you here, I’d give you six hard smacks with the wooden spoon.

Well, I can feel myself getting quite aroused by all the other odours you left for me, so I’m just going to have to do something about that.  I may wear your dirty jocks on my face so that they crotch is over my nose so that every time I inhale, I can smell the muskiness of you.  Au revoir.’

There was even a rating left.  But the thing that really blew Tristan’s’ mind was the fact that he had a request, and with that request was an offer of a lot of money.  Someone wanted a pair of his jocks soaked in six days of hard sweat, but there was to be absolutely no hint of piss or shit anywhere in his jocks.  But and the buyer was very specific about this one point, the jocks had to be almost dripping in sweat.  If Tristan could provide a pair of jocks meeting those conditions, then the buyer was prepared to pay $1600.00.

Tristan quickly looked up what his cut would be and discovered that if he could provide ‘designer underwear’ that met the Clients specific instructions, and the Client paid the specified amount.  Then Tristan would get 50% of the offered monies.  Tristan stopped reading at that point, and all he could think about was the $800.00 he stood to make.  Tristan decided that it was going to be worth the money to put in the effort, so after school and before he went to work, he went shopping and bought himself a new pack of jocks, but went a bit more upmarket to the jocks he normally bought.

Tristan always wanted to get fitter, not that he was fat, or unfit or anything, so donning a new pair of jocks he decided to start running, at first, he started to run around his local neighbourhood, and he was feeling really good.  So, when he hit the local park, he decided to do a few laps of the running track, and by the time he’d done a couple of laps he was really hot and sweaty, and decided that he’d done enough for one day.  Tristan headed home, he grabbed one of the big zip lock bags he’d bought, from his room, and a change of clothes and went and had a shower.  When he stripped, Tristan was very careful that his jocks didn’t touch the floor, he held them up to his nose and took an experimental sniff and almost gagged and dropped his jocks.  ‘For fuck sake,’ he thought, ‘how could anybody like the smell, let alone want to pay for it,’ he thought, ‘and the fucker wants the stench to be stronger.’  With a shake of his head, Tristan dropped his used jocks into the zip lock bag and thankfully sealed them up.  When Tristan finished his shower, he spirited his sealed jocks back to his room, he didn’t want anyone else to find them, and he certainly didn’t want his mum to wash them.

For the rest of the week, after Tristan got home from school, he stripped and pulled out the zip lock bag with his dirty jocks in them.  He was a bit concerned because of all the condensation that had built up in the bag by the third day and was a bit worried that his jocks might go mouldy.  When he broke the seal on the bag, the stench was so overpowering that he almost vomited on the spot, and the feel of dragging his wet jocks up his legs made his flesh crawl.  But still, he forced them up his legs, and not for the first time, and definitely not for the last time he wondered how anyone could like something like that, let alone want to pay to own them in this condition, Tristan couldn’t help the shudder that ran down his back.  He adjusted himself inside his wet jocks, very reluctantly, and pulling on the rest of his gear, he left the house and broke into a jog the minute he was down the front stairs.

By the time Saturday came along Tristan was an old hand at this, he’d worked out a route through his neighbourhood so that he ran almost all the way around each block between his house and the park.  Once at the park, he’d run three or four laps of the park, and then retrace his route through his neighbourhood and having a shower once he got home, sealing his very soggy jocks in the now sweat logged zip lock bag.  But today as he ran onto the running track, he ran into someone he knew from school, Newman but because Tristan was listening to music on his phone that he had strapped to his upper arm.  He didn’t see or hear, Newman until he almost ran right over the top of him.

“Hey, Tris, lookout,” Newman shouted at him, “you almost ran me over.”

“Oh, um, sorry Newman, I guess I was too zoned-out to see you.  What’re you doing here?”

“Oh, I have footy training on Saturdays.  Fuck, mate, you stink.”

“Oh, um, sorry about that,” Tristan replied as he started to go red, “but, um, I’ve been running laps…”

“What, forever?” Newman replied.

No, dickhead!  I couldn’t be bothered getting clean clothes, so I’m running in my P.E. gear…”

“Fuck, it smells like it.”  At that moment a whistle was blown, and Newman said he had to go practice, so he jogged off towards the group of guys on the oval and Tristan continued running.  Tristan zoned out again, and he wasn’t brought back to reality until he became aware of someone pacing him.  He looked over and saw Newman was running beside him, “What are you doing here?” he asked, as he pulled the earbuds out of his ears.

Practice was finished, and I saw you were still running laps, so I thought I’d join you.  Are you trying out for the school team or something?”

“Na, I’m just decided to get a bit fitter…”

“Yeah, you could do with losing a bit of fat…”

“Fat!  I’m not fuckin’ fat.  If anyone’s fat, it’s you.  Na, I just want to get a bit fitter’s all.”

“Oh, ok.  Mind if I join you?’

“Not at all, mate.”

“Good, but fuck, don’t come any closer.  You must be able to swim in those clothes by now.”

‘That’s the plan,’ Tristan thought, as he told Newman to fuck off.

When they’d done a couple of laps together, the boys bid their farewells and separated and went their own way, Tristan went home to have a shower and to seal the jocks in their very moist zip lock bag.

When he’d worn the jocks for the requisite six days, Tristan took the jocks in their zip lock bag to school, planning to take them to the office and sell them after school.  After school found Tristan in the City, once again climbing the rickety stairs and ringing the bell by the office door.

After I checked the screens, I let Tristan in, and he came and sat opposite me at my desk after we’d said our hellos, and I asked him why he’d come to see me today.

“I think I’ve finally fulfilled an order,” Tristan said as he pulled the sealed zip lock bag containing his very wet pair of jocks.

“Fuck me,” was all I could say as I watched Tristan pull the zip lock bag out of his backpack with a pair of jocks inside that looked as though it was swimming in his sweat.  I reached out my hand for the bag, and Tristan handed it over.  When I broke the seal, fuck the heady aroma of his muskiness and sweat hit me in the face, and it felt as though it had as big a punch as if he’d hit me in the face with a sledgehammer.  I so wanted to pull his wet jocks out and rub them all over my face; I had to fight the urge to drink the pool of sweat that had pooled in the bottom of the bag.  I had to fight the urge to scoop some of the condensation of the kids’ sweat that was bubbling all down the sides of the bag and licked it off my fingers.

With a strength of will, I didn’t know I possessed, I handed the bag back to Tristan, and very throatily I told him to put them in, while I could feel my mouth salivating so much, I thought I was about to puke.

“What!  You want me to put them on?” he asked incredulously.

“Of course.  What do you think the photo’s for on the outside of the packaging?  It’s so that the buyer can see the seller wearing their underwear so that they can see just where the seller puts and arranges his cock and balls in them.  It also allows the buyer to know that the jocks they are buying are actually yours.  So, hurry up and get changed so I can take your photo.”

Somewhat reluctantly, Tristan stood up and began to strip, while I picked up my phone to take the photos.  When he’d stripped completely naked, Tristan pulled the jocks out of their ziplock bag and began to pull them on.  His jocks were wet enough that they caused a drag as he tried to pull them up his legs to his waiting groin.  Tristan arranged himself inside his wet jocks and went to stand against the wall again.  When I first saw him in his wet jocks, I could see that the material was slightly transparent, not enough to see his cock and balls completely, but enough to see a very good outline.  Fuck it; I think I can even see some of the veins of his cock as it’d begun to grow and swell inside the wet jocks he was wearing.  I stood there transfixed by the sight before he somewhat tersely reminded me that I was supposed to be taking his photo.

As soon as the flash went on my phone, Tristan began to shimmy out of his wet jocks, and when his cock fell free from the confines it was pointing at a point on the floor, about a metre in front of him as it continued to get hard.  Tristan, meanwhile, had stuffed the wet jocks back into, and sealed them inside the zip lock bag, while I inhaled the heady scent of his muskiness as it mixed with his sweat in the air.  I couldn’t help myself as I felt my own cock stirring and growing in the confines of my pants.  It didn’t help me out at all that Tristan seemed to be a little bit reluctant to get dressed this time and was currently absentmindedly stroking his hardening cock.  To break the growing sexual tension in the room, I grabbed the zip lock bag from Tristan and put it away in my drawer.  Disappointedly it also seemed to remind Tristan that he was standing in the office completely naked stroking his growing hardening cock, and he seemingly reluctantly began to get dressed.

“So, how does this work,” Tristan began as he was getting dressed, and currently arranging his cock and balls in his jocks, “how do I know if the buyer likes ‘them’?’ he asked indicating the sealed jocks.

“Well,” I replied when I thought I had my voice under control enough not to give myself away. “I will notify the buyer that I have your jocks here in my office.  Then if he’s happy, he pays me the money, and your cut gets transferred into your bank account.  Depending on the buyer, it could be done today or in a couple of days. If the buyer isn’t happy with the product, then I’ll either advertise on the website or put it out on display in one of the vending machines.  But again, if any of that eventuates, you will be notified via the website.”

“Oh, ok,” Tristan replied as he pulled on his runners and tied them up, “so, I’ll just wait to hear from you?” he asked as he stood up.

“Yep,” I replied as he nodded at me as he went out the door.

As soon as the door closed behind Tristan, I desperately wanted to rip the sealed bag out of my desk and rip it open and bury my nose in the heady aroma of Tristan’s muskiness and sweat.  But, thankfully, I’m a businessman first, and I sat at the computer and sent an email to the prospective buyer, and informed them that I had the jocks he requested in my possession.  We organised a time and place to meet.  Then I did everything I could to put Tristan’s jocks out of my mind and got on with the other work I had to perform, but all I could smell was Tristan’s muskiness.  Fuck, it’s the part I love and hate, in equal measure, about my job, there have been a couple of guys, well ok, there has been a few guys, fuck it there’s been quite a lot of guys whose jocks and underpants I’ve wanted to keep for myself.  To have the chance to rub their scent all over my face whenever I’ve wanted too, to be able to work around the office with their jocks and undies on my face, so all I could breathe in is their manly scent.  Their muskiness, and have their pheromones drive me wild with desire, with passion, but then I’d just want to hunt them down and keep them locked in my office just so I could smell their muskiness whenever I wanted too.

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Tristan’s phone vibrated in his pocket, he pulled it surreptitiously from his pocket and looked at the message.  The message stated that the buyer had bought his jocks and that his share of the money had been deposited into his bank account, Tristan nearly fell off his chair when he realised that he was now eight hundred dollars richer.  During recess, he found a quiet corner in the school ground and pulled his laptop from his bag and checked his bank account.  Tristan almost shit himself when he realised that he’d actually been paid the full amount of $1600.00.  He quickly logged into the website and discovered that the Client was so happy with his jocks that he’d paid a bonus, and left a message.

‘Fuck, kid, when I saw the ‘package’ you delivered for me, I couldn’t help myself I popped wood instantly, and when I broke the seal on the bag.  Fuck, the musky, sweaty, scent of you assailed my nostrils, and I could feel my cock straining to break out of my jeans.  As soon as I got the bag home, I broke the seal again and put the tip of my finger in the little pool of sweat in the bottom of the bag and held it above my mouth until it dropped down onto my tongue.  I love the taste and the smell of you.  I ripped my clothes off and threw myself down on my bed and fisted my cock while I placed your wet jocks on my face so that all I could smell was you.  Your musk, your sweat, I licked the inside of your jocks where they cradled your balls and imagined your balls on my tongue.

But way too soon, I shot my first load, and it was so powerful an ejaculation that my cum hit nothing but the wall behind my bed.  It was the greatest orgasm of my life, but my cock wasn’t finished, it remained rock-hard, I actually ejaculated five times before my cock’d deflate.

I had to give a bonus; you fulfilled all of my expectations and then some!’

Tristan couldn’t believe it, the guy’d actually swallowed some of his old sweat, and Tristan couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through his body just at the thought of it.  Tristan composed himself and logged out of the website and put his laptop away and waited for the next request.

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Manuel López’s tan, muscular body was full of sweat as he pumped deep into his girlfriend, Cheryl. She moaned as he kept thrusting deep into her, his massive Cuban cock hitting her g-spot just right. Manuel grinned as he gyrated his hips while inside her, making sure his fat cock was hitting it right. As they finished she quickly showered and got dressed. Every Tuesday was her yoga class, which Manuel loved because it added extra flexibility. Still sweaty, he kissed her forehead as she playfully chided “gross, babe go shower.”

Once she left, and Manny was sure she made a left from the door straight to the elevator, he slipped on some basketball shorts and flip flops. And as soon as he locked the door he made an immediate right, straight to the stairs, down three floors to the third floor. It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon, like always, as he reached room 307 and knocked on the door. A short but muscular, older latino man opened the door wearing only a pair of small, yellow shorts. He looked at Manny and smiled. “The cat’s away, Manuel?” Manny smirked as the man let him in.

Guillermo was older than Manny, at 44 to Manny’s 24 – and he sat down on the couch, stripping his shorts off and revealing a massive, 9×6” thick Colombian dick that was leaking precum. Manny licked his thick lips as he stripped off his longer shorts. The younger man got on his knees like he has been doing every Tuesday for the past seven months and parked himself between the older Colombian’s tanned tree trunk legs. Both men completely naked, Guillermo leaned in and kissed his secret lover on the lips before leaning back and letting Manny suck and deep throat his cock.

Guillermo absolutely loved playing with Manny after he fucked his girlfriend. In fact, Guillermo loves the chase of turning a hunky straight man into a monster cock loving pussy boy. His contact list is filled with names connected to various straight men. – “Rick Mechanic”, “Nick frat boy”, “Jorge military”…all names of former “straight” hunks that have been seduced by Guillermo, and he still sees them regularly. He’s been given the nickname “straightbreaker” by some of his bottom studs.

Looking down at Manny hungrily devouring his cock, Guillermo jokes “you’ve come a long way from barely licking it. Now you’re deepthroating it like a porn star!” He looked down at the young stud. His biceps pumped from the fucking he gave his girlfriend, but the pump he’s going to get today was better than anything a girl can give him. Guillermo grabbed a fistful of the young stud’s brown hair and started really face fucking him, his smooth balls slapping Manny’s chin. He stood up, and grinned as Manny groped & squeezed his muscular bubble ass as leverage while he got face fucked.

One of Guillermo’s main features, besides his muscles and cock, is his big round ass. He’s a total top, but he enjoys having studs eat it and think they’re gonna fuck him until he turns the tables. That’s exactly how he got Manny to get naked when they started fucking. All it took was a fight with his girlfriend for Manny to even consider sex with someone else…

Guillermo snapped back to seeing Manny gagging on his cock, the young man’s sweaty cock coated in precum – Guillermo licked his lips and commanded the young stud to let him taste his cock. The perfect blend of sweat, sex, and precum. He loved sucking Manny’s fat cuban dick after he fucked his girlfriend – especially as a form of reverse cucking. Manny moaned. “Fuck bro….you’re better than any girl….” Guillermo never got tired of hearing that compliment.

He groped Manny’s round and firm globes, and pulled his cock out of his mouth. “Baby, we don’t have much time today, as much as I wanna wreck that pretty pussy, we can fuck another day.” Manny understood. His girlfriend’s class was only an hour and they were pressed for time. The young man got on his knees again and once again he was getting face fucked. Guillermo was relentless, making sure Manny’s throat got a proper fucking. “That’s it, boy. Traga esa pinga. Eres un macho slut. Una puta!” He loved degrading his masculine sluts.

Before he knew it, he felt the familiar urge to cum. His balls felt recharged as he unloaded this morning’s load down Manny’s throat. The stud struggled to keep up with the flow of cum pouring down his throat, gagging and coughing but still doing his duty to clean up his dom’s cum. There was another load shot, but from the younger man as he jerked himself off. Manny looked up at the muscular daddy before him with lust in his eyes. He wanted to get fucked to the point he won’t be able to walk anymore. But he knew better.

Manny stood up and put his shorts back on, and Guillermo leaned in and kissed him. “You had a bit of cum on your lip. Tastes good, babe. Next time I’ll really make it hard to walk out.” As Manny opened the door to leave, there was a younger Italian boy. College aged, muscular, handsome. Both young men looked at each other before Manny hurriedly walked back home in time to shower and avoid suspicion.

Guillermo smirked at the college stud. “Freddie! Wasn’t expecting you for another 20 minutes. Come in, babe and let daddy pound that bubble ass pussy!” He said in his thick accent. The boy undressed save for his black socks as he used Manny’s spit as lube as he began to eat the young man’s smooth ass. “How’s the girls, babe?” Guillermo asked as he slid in, Freddie taking a hit of poppers, and about to get his much needed ducking from the straight breaker!

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About five hours in to my drive a gasket blew on my car causing me an unexpected detour to my closest dealership. I pulled in to the bay obviously annoyed and was met by a pleasant service advisor names JC.

As I explained my issue and frustration, he smiled. Normally that would have made me more irate but, somehow, his smile did the opposite. He talked with me like we’ve known each other for years!

After I signed the necessary paperwork, I made arrangements for a shuttle service. I asked JC if there are any good hotels around.

“Sure. Try The Hamilton. It’s quiet, reasonably priced and has a lot of good restaurants close by!”

“Thanks man” I replied. “I’ll call you with an update as soon as I have one. I’ll take care of you” he said with a smirk.

I found him quite cute and, the more I dealt with him, sexy. While neither of us would qualify as an Abercrombie model, we both could be classified as DILFs, with me being the elder by probably five to six years I’d guess.

I am five ten, two twenty, solid with red/brown hair with some grey at the temples and in my stubble and brown eyes, he was probably six foot tall, dark hair and eyes, constant five o’clock shadow nice butt and small belly. As annoyed as I was at the delay, I couldn’t help but be turned on when around him.

I arrived at the hotel around 10 AM, checked in and made it to my room. I turned on the tv and laid down on the bed to relax. I relaxed enough when I realized I was awoke by my phone. I answered to JC’s voice.

“There was a stripped screw so we had to tap the engine block” he said.

“How much?” I asked.

“Another $200” Fun! I agreed to the new price as it had to be fixed. He said he’d call me when it’s ready.

At about 5:30 JC calls me back saying the car’s ready. He didn’t have a porter so he said he’d come and pick me up. Which I thought a nice touch and a bit forward but it meant I had some alone time in the car with a sexy guy.

JC arrives about fifteen minutes later. One the way back to the dealership he points out some good restaurants. He was particularly fond of Baker’s.

“You should try it. Good steaks and ribs!” he pointed out.

“I try to stay away from red meat.” I admitted.

“That would explain your body” he said seemingly without thinking. I looked at him surprised.

“I mean we’re about the same age and I would kill to have your build” he said. I laughed.

“You’re fine” I replied. “Well, I just have to loose this” he said patting his stomach. “Flat stomachs aren’t all that. Maybe when you’re twenty but as you get older…I’ve found there’s people out there that prefer dad bods verses gym bods” I said reassuringly.

“I guess” he relented.

We pulled in to the dealership and I paid my bill.

“You know, I might just try Baker’s. I just don’t like to eat alone” I eluded.

“Well, if you need some company I’d be happy to get some drinks with ya” he offered.

“And don’t worry I’ll pay for myself. There’s just not a lot to do around here on a Tuesday night.”

“Yeah. Sure. Say 8:30?” I asked.

“See you there!” he responded.

I met JC at the door of Baker’s around 8:30. “How’s the car running?” he asked.

“Great. Finally! Thanks for all your help today” I said.

“My pleasure!” JC said. “Drinks?”

“Oh my god YES!” I replied. We ordered drinks and some food. We had an oddly good conversation, considering I’ve just met this guy earlier in the day. I made note of his clean cut appearance. And he smelled good. I wondered if this was a date. Surely I didn’t know but I still went with it.

Around 10pm we decided to call it a night. We paid our bills and headed to the door. “So when are you leaving?” he asked.

“Not sure exactly but I’d like to get an early start.” I said.

“Okay” he said defeatedly. “Well, have a safe trip!” he said.

“Thanks” I reached out to shake his hand. We shook hands and he looked deeply in to my eyes. My gaydar was pinging like crazy.

“You want to come back to my room?” I asked brazenly.

“I have free movies on the tv. I could use a good comedy after all the money I went through today.” I said.

“Oh yeah. Sure. That would be good. I’ll follow you?” he replied.

We pulled in to the parking lot and made our way in to the hallway that led to my room. We entered and plopped down on the sofa.

“What to watch what to watch…” I said scrolling through the guide.

“Whatever is fine with me” he said.

“Mrs. Doubtfire. Classic Robin Williams” I said as I settled back and started the movie.

“Oh god I haven’t seen this in years!” he said with a laugh. As we watched to movie we made note of how the kids have all grown up, signifying our ages.

“Sucks getting old” I said.

“I was thinking about what you said earlier – about out ages and being a DILF and stuff… I think I’m gonna go with that going forward” he said.

“You’ll be fine. You still have tons of years left before you have to worry about not being attractive!”

“Thanks man” he said as we sat in silence. “If I’m honest, I’ve always been attracted to people my age or older anyway” he said as he looked at me. I noticed his dark eyes sparkling in the light of the tv. More awkward silence.

“I guess we should call it a night” I said standing up.

“Yeah tomorrow is another work day!” he said.

He followed me to the door. “Thanks for a good night. And thank you again for helping with the car” I said.

“Just doing my job.” JC said.

“Well you have great customer service skills. I feel like I’ve known you for a long time and we’ve just met!” I said.

“Same here. Well, see ya’!” He turned to walk out. “You know…” he said turning around, “…taking a chance of getting punched here…but I find you very attractive.”

“Oh.” I said. “Well if I’m honest, I thought you’re a sexy man” I admitted. He smiled. “And that smile. Oh my god that smile. You have a license to carry that thing?”

He laughed.

“See, that’s a sign. You got my dad joke!” I said. “If you want, you could stay a while longer…if you want” I suggested.

He stepped back in and I closed the door.

Immediately our tongues explored each other’s mouths. His rough stubble scraping my skin caused me to moan with delight. He was skilled kisser that’s for sure.

“Damn” I said pulling back. “You’re good at that. And you smell SO good!”

“I’m glad you like it” he said. He kissed my neck. I could feel his short beard like sand paper on my neck. Once a guy starts chewing on my neck they can do whatever they want! I rubbed my hands through his hair.

“Wow. Your hair is so soft” I commented as he unbuttoned my shirt.

He kissed my chest and I forced his head to my nipple. He licked and chewed on it and made me weak in the knees. Eventually I had to push him away when I couldn’t catch my breath. I slumped back on the bed and I watched him take off his shirt. His beautiful nipples were trying to hid behind his black chest hair. His body was dad bod perfection!

I reached up and rubbed his chest. “How is your hair so soft?” I asked.

“Well, not everything’s soft” he said.

Somehow, being mesmerized by his chest I totally neglected to look below the belt. His pants were trying, unsuccessfully, to hide his engorged member. I hastily unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his boxers down.

His untrimmed bush surrounded his hard member. Its head throbbing with each of his heart beats. I reached over and cupped his hairy, low hanging balls. He seemed to like that so I worked them around in my hands: first the right one, then the left one, then both of them.

I worked my finger back around to his hole. I circled the rim of his hole. I so wanted to get inside there, but I have no protection, so that was out.

I took his dick in my mouth and he gasped. I buried my face all the way down in to his bush. His scent was intoxicating; there was a scent of musk that made my own dick quiver.

I worked my magic on his pulsing cock. He was probably seven and a half long, cut and quite thick. Even so I was able to shove a lot of it down my throat which he seemed to enjoy.

After a few minutes of his balls slapping my chin, I noticed they drew up against him and his thrusting sped up. I could hear him starting to breath heavier and faster. I grabbed his balls and pulled them down as far as I could as he pulled out and started jacking himself. I looked up at him. From the angle I was at, I could barely see his face behind his chest hair. But all I was anxious to see what that JC seed spilled out.

He jerked himself – the wet noise he was making turned me on so much I emptied my own balls in to my pants while he jerked above me.

He must have figured it out because he smiled and pointed his big head towards my face. As I was dumping myself in my pants his dick head twitched and he plaster my face with his sperm. The force of it was so much it hit my face and splattered like a giant bug on a windshield. I counted three forceful shots that splattered everywhere. He held his breath until shot number four then he cried out in pleasure.

I counted eleven shots from his monster. He held his dick in his hands trying to catch his breath. I quickly took him back in to my mouth savoring his remaining seed. He yipped in pleasure as his body convulsed.

“Damn! I super sensitive” he tried to mutter, which, of course, made me work his shaking dick even more. He fell back on the bed and I followed him, never letting his dick out of my mouth.

I noticed he was still hard so, with his seed dripping off my face, I worked his dick more while slipping a semen lubed finger in his hole. He tried to pull away but I guess he was too weak so I held him down.

He slapped the mattress violently as I worked my finger in and around his hole. I pulled his balls as I felt them draw back up towards his body. I wondered if he was about to deliver another load when he cried out shooting another load in to my mouth!

He dropped four or five shots of seed in my mouth. I could feel his hole clamping around my finger. Being that I missed the first load, I made sure to get this one. I swallowed every drop of round two. I pulled off and caught my breath as his curved dick slipped out of my mouth and slapped his heaving stomach.

I sat back on my rear, the front of my pants soaked with my own juices. He looked up at me over his shrinking dick and smiled.

“Damn. Careful with that smile. It can get you in trouble” I said with a wink.

I stood up and made my way in to the bathroom to clean up. I saw him in the mirror walking in behind me. His sweat wetted chest hair and saliva soaked bush looked delicious standing in the hallway. I turned around wiping my face dry with a towel.

“Looks like I missed out on something” he said looking at my wet bulge.

“Yeah. I couldn’t control it” I replied.

“I can relate. I can’t remember ever having a blow job that good. And never has I came twice from it?”

“Well, I have some skills” I said with a wink.

“I just wish I could have experienced that myself” he said.

“Well, what are you doing tomorrow night?” I asked.

“I thought you were leaving in the morning?” he asked.

“I was. But I met this sexy guy that I’ like to have another go with so I thought I’d stay another night. It won’t put me too much off scheduled. If you’d like” I suggested.

“I would like that every much!” he said.

“Good. I’ll text you tomorrow?” I asked.

“Or maybe even later tonight?” he said with a smile.

“Damn you and that smile!” I said as I kissed him on the neck.

“Tomorrow, I’ll make sure I have the necessary protection!”

“Sounds like a plan. I can’t wait!” he said as he put on his clothes.

“Me either” I said as I closed the door. I would need some sleep if I was going to be on my A Game tomorrow!

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Hey Guys…wanted to make sure you know…this is a true story, to the best of my memory, except the watersports at the end. One of my favorite readers loved the first chapter and asked if I could add some watersports to the next chapter…so I did! So other than the pissing it’s as true as I remember!

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I rolled toward Shawn and said, “We’re not done stud!”

“Huh?”

“We’re not done, climb up here and sit on my face!”

“Really?”

“Yes, really!”

Since we hadn’t used lube or a condom, he still had that natural aroma to him and I reveled in it. I ordered him to suck my cock and Shawn leaned over and took it in his mouth. That split his ass open wider for me and I tongue fucked him some more.

When he had my cock wet and I had his hole ready again, I ordered him to sit on my cock. “But I just shot; I don’t think I want to get fucked right now!”

“Climb on, you’ll love it!”

Shawn grabbed my cock and aimed it at his open hole. “Man this is thick!”

“Yeah, and your hole is tight, those two things work together well, don’t they.”

He shook his head and lowered himself down onto my cock and moaned some more. I gave Shawn a chance to get used to my cock in his well fucked hole, after coming. Then I told him to start riding.

I was laying back and watching as Shawn raised and lowered his tight body up and down my cock. When I glanced down his hard cock was up against his belly parting his red bush in half. There was cum smeared on his belly and splattered through his thick bush. His cock was still leaking. I took a drop on my finger and put it to my mouth. That seemed to excite Shawn more. I took another drop and moved it to his mouth and Shawn savored it.

I took each of Shawn’s little pink nipples between thumb and forefinger and gently urged him forward. I wasn’t certain why I did it, it just came through my mind and I went for it. Once he was close enough I pulled his face to mine and we fell into a deep kiss. He was still riding my cock and now moaning into my lungs.

I moved my hands down and held Shawn by his narrow waist, and started fucking him from below. As I fucked harder and deeper he stated panting louder and faster. I moved my hands down to his small muscle butt and splayed his cheeks wide and fucked harder and faster again.

Even though I was fucking Shawn this side of fury, he started fucking back against me. This young man was getting the pounding that he wanted. I started slapping his cheeks and noticed that Shawn was raising a sweat.

Even with this I thought I could get into Shawn deeper and knew he was going to have to be on his back for that to happen. With the length of my cock and the shortness of his torso, I figured I could hit his inner g-spot. I wanted that, I wanted to make him cum without him touching his cock again.

I raised my butt up off the mattress and prepared to roll over. When I was in position, in one swift move I flipped us over. I thought for a minute I was going to dislodge my cock from Shawn’s tight hole, but I held on tight to make certain that didn’t happen.

I pulled his legs up over my shoulders and said, “I’m going in deeper Shawn, get ready!”

“Oh fuck yeah!” was his only response.

His legs were over my shoulders and I raised his ass up off the bed so that the backs of his knees were against my shoulders not his ankles. I gave him a couple of deep strokes and Shawn hollered and grunted. He immediately grabbed his cock and gave it a couple of strokes and I grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind his head. I gave him a wicked grin and said, “The only way you are going to shoot is from getting pounded!”

Shawn threw his head back and hollered I slapped his red ass three times shoved in and finally hit bottom! It was as deep as I’d been, and it was definitely that secret spot that only guys who have been fucked deeply know about. It hurts like holy fuck when you first hit it, but even then it feels good. Then the more you get fucked and the more that spot gets pounded the better it feels.

After a while, it turns from pain to pure pleasure, and as I kept up pounding on that spot I finally felt the head of my cock pop in and out of his inner ring. As soon as I knew he was that open, I pulled totally out of his no longer tight little hole and smashed back in.

Shawn was hollering now, but I could tell it was from pleasure, not pain. I had to see it; I just had too, so one time when I pulled all the way out, I moved myself to see his red hole, all open and sloppy, and watched as my thick cock plunged back into it.

That was all it took and I felt my nuts bust!

I hadn’t started shooting yet, but I knew I had turned the corner and was past the point of no return. Shawn started making garbled noises and his now loose hole had taken on a life of its own. I felt it on my cock, I felt my load easing up the long shaft of my cock and I knew when it finally hit the head and it became all sensitive I was going to get a uber sensitive feeling in the head of my cock so I plunged and plunged into his inner ring!

I wanted to stay inside of him and plant my seed deep in this young man, but he had requested me to shoot on his face. Shawn’s cock spurted a hot load up his chest. So after a couple more deep hard strokes I pulled out, let his legs down and moved up his body, and ordered him to open his mouth.

When I felt a hot blast of cum on my butt and my back I released my first shot into his open mouth! It was awesome seeing him take my load and then painting his face with a couple more hot squirts. I collapsed on top of him, and we laid there covered in sweat and cum, and panted.

We kissed and shared the cum I had shot on his face. I even reached back and wiped some of his cum from my butt and brought it to my mouth to taste and then we shared that too. Once we regained somewhat normal breathing, my next necessary body function took over and I told Shawn I needed to piss.

I got up and walked to the bathroom and aimed my half-hard cock at the bowl. I heard movement from the bed and then saw him appear at the bathroom door out of the corner of my eye. I looked at Shawn and smiled and he was grinning. “What?”

“That was one awesome fuck, no one has ever fucked me after I shot, and…”

“And?”

“And I love to watch a hot man with a huge cock piss!”

“Nice, come closer and get a good look!”

Shawn timidly moved next to me at the bowl and I took his hand and wrapped it around my cock. He told me that he could feel the piss flowing through the tube that had just shot cum all over him, and then he slowly started stroking it. I smiled and said, “Maybe next time, you’ll take the piss on your face too!”

My cock hardened again at his stroking so, at the end of my piss, I had to get rid of the last of what was in my bladder, pushing it out in spurts. I pulled Shawn’s face to mine and we kissed deeply while he continued stroking my hard-on and I continued emptying my bladder. I slapped his ass hard again and said, “Back on the bed bitch, face down this time!”

He hesitated so I just gave him my best “You had better!” look.

Shawn turned and ran to the bed and flopped down in the middle face down and legs spread. I crawled between his legs to rim and tongue fuck his loose and sloppy hole. It was clean but sweaty and tasted like my precum and a natural lube his butt had made. I slowly slid up his body and I said, “Get ready to get fucked again bitch!”

Shawn only moaned at that, and my hard cock slid up his slick and hairy crack finding its mark on its first trip. I easily slid into his well fucked hole, and plastered my body to his and fucked him slow and passionately.

After a while, Shawn was raising his butt higher up in the air so I could get into him deeper, and again I was hitting that secret spot. He was offering it to me. He wanted it hammered, he wanted that pleasure-pain and pushed against my thick almost 9” cock.

He was moaning and panting and I heard and felt him take a long deep breath, and I thought he was going to cum Shawn said, I’m getting close, if you fuck me harder I’m going to shoot, and this time I want your load!”

“You sure!”

“Yes, I want to have some of you inside me when you leave, I want your juice!”

That was all it took for my balls to feel as if someone had smacked them into action. The spasms started deep at the base of my cock, way back by my butthole, and the game was on. I knew I was going to have to fuck him hard and deep to make Shawn shoot, but that was going to put me over the edge sooner than I wanted, but hey, it’s not like I wasn’t going to enjoy it, but this was about the kid, I wanted him to cum again, and if it took a hard deep fuck to make him cum a third time with no hands, that’s what I was going to do!

I started fucking harder and deeper; Shawn rose up even higher and pushed back at my every stroke. I felt his young tight ass clench my cock and now he was able to hold it while I pounded. Earlier this activity would probably have caused him some temporary damage. But now I knew he was open enough and slick enough to not only take it but to love it.

I let my cock slip out of his hole and his ass went on a search for it so that I found his hole and plunged into the hilt again and again. After a few minutes, I had to see his open and sloppy hole again. I moved up and back an without him suspecting it let my cock pop out of his tight eighteen-year-old ass.

I only got a quick glimpse of his tomato red hole wide open from my assault on it, and then he squeezed it shut again. I plunged back in while he had it squeezed tight and we both grunted. I pulled out again and said, “Open it!”

Shawn complied like the trooper he was and flared his little hole open and I got a quick glimpse inside of him. I plunged back in and we both started coming. Me from looking at his wide-open hole and him from putting on a little show for me, I was getting the idea this kid also had some exhibitionistic tendencies.

After about ten more strokes I felt the head of my cock flare and buried it as deep as I could and held it so Shawn could feel me explode deep inside of him. “Uhm!” He grunted. “I feel your hot thick load deep inside of me!”

I knew my cockhead was trapped in his inner ring and he was having an amazing orgasm feeling my cock head spasm and squirt inside of him!

I stayed inside of Shawn until my cock shriveled enough that just a slight movement made it slither out of his stretched hole. I told Shawn again, that I needed to piss and told him to come into the bathroom with me.

He seemed a little surprised when I told him to get in the shower. I put my hands on his shoulders and lowered him to his knees. I told him to look up at me and soon I shot a hot piss load right in the middle of his smooth chest. His eyes kind of glazed over and he sheepishly asked me if I wanted him to take it.

“Open bitch!”

Shawn opened his beautiful mouth and I slowly raised my piss stream up his chest, his neck, and when he didn’t flinch right into his open mouth. He took a mouthful and let his run out. I just looked down at him and said, “Swallow bitch!”

The next time Shawn got a mouthful, he closed it and swallowed. I was just about finished and heard a sloppy air noise from his butt and told him to stand up and turn around. I had to laugh to myself when I thought “There is an actual term for this, its felching!”

I spread Shawn’s small muscular ass cheeks and told him to open. Soon he squirted my cum out of his well fucked hole. I was licking his butt when I heard Shawn quietly say, “I’ve got to piss.”

I immediately reacted and spun him around. Shawn’s cock was thumping with his heartbeat and started pissing at the same time. I opened my mouth and captured his cock and took it to the hilt until he was totally empty.

We finally showered and as we were dressing, Shawn said, “That was fucking amazing, I hope we can do it again soon!”

“Me too Shawn, but unfortunately I’m leaving to go back to California tomorrow.”

I saw the look of disappointment on Shawn’s face, so even though I originally wasn’t going to, I told Shawn that I would be returning in almost exactly three months.

“Will you fuck me again then?”

“I’d like to Shawn, you are amazing!”

“If you promise me that you’ll come back and that you’ll fuck me again, I won’t get fucked again until then!”

“Wow Shawn, that’s hot, but three months is a long time!”

“It’s been over two months since I’d been fucked before today, the guys around here don’t do much for me, I’ll wait for you!”

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Damn, is there a single class more boring than chemistry? I’ll admit, most classes bore me, but chemistry takes the cake. I don’t think I’ve understood a single thing in this class without someone explaining it to me at least twice. But I need to have at least kind of okay grades to stay on the baseball team. Yeah, I’m that guy: the dumb jock. And as long as we’re talking about me, I’m not just on the baseball team, I’m the star player. Voted MVP the past three years and going for a fourth this year, but who’s counting? Oh yeah, I am. I’m a little bit of a trouble maker too. I wouldn’t say I make fun of anyone or bully people. I try to let people in on the joke, but a lot of them are just annoyed. I’m guessing they’re jealous. I can’t help that I’m confident in myself. I mean…you would be too if you looked like me. I’m six feet tall, one hundred eighty pounds, and low body fat working to get lower. Now those are numbers I can understand. Coach says I’m on track to playing in the major leagues…you know, no big deal.

Anyway, I gotta make chemistry fun for myself any way I can. Like today. Mr. Knight was giving some boring lecture about…something, I dunno, I wasn’t paying attention. He said, “And when the atoms split-“

“Just like you and your wife, eh teach?” I joked.

The class all laughed, except Mr. K. He just rolled his eyes and continued with whatever thing he was saying before. I went back to zoning out after that. Then the bell rang. Fuck, finally. Get me the hell out of here.

Before I could leave the class though, I heard Mr. K say “Troy, could you hang back for a second?”

I groaned loudly. I knew he could hear me but I didn’t care. I wanted him to know how much I didn’t want to talk to him. After everyone was out of the classroom, Mr. K went to shut the door. “What’s up teach?” I said, not looking at him.

He snorted. Ooh, he was angry. How scary. “We need to talk about your attitude Troy.”

“Dunno whatcha mean Elliot,” I said, leaning against the wall.

“It’s Mr. Knight to you. Actually, you should be calling me sir.”

I yawned. “Yeah, yeah, right, is this gonna take much longer? I’m late for gym class.”

He huffed again. “This is exactly what I’m talking about Troy. No matter how many times you’re reprimanded by the office, you continue to act the same way.”

Finally, I looked at him. “Yeah…so?” I raised an eyebrow.

Mr. K’s mouth seemed to twist into an evil smile. “So…I’ve decided that I’m going to take matters into my own hands,” he said with a snarl.

I couldn’t do anything but laugh. “You? What the hell are you gonna do teach?”

The look in his eye didn’t go away even when he saw how confident I was. “You’ll find out in just a minute boy.”

Boy…? Did he just call me boy? That one word changed my whole mood. “Don’t call me boy,” I said in a threatening tone.

“I’ll call you whatever I want boy,” he responded without skipping a beat.

“No the fuck you won’t.” I began shaking. Oh, now I was mad.

Mr. K came and stood directly in front of me. Was he always this tall? “What are you going to do about it…boy?”

I was seeing red. I couldn’t control myself and I grabbed a handful of his shirt. “Shut up!”

He didn’t look scared of me at all. “You really messed up now.” He brought his hand under my arm and hit my elbow, which made me flinch. He took advantage of this and grabbed me, trying to push me to the ground.

“Hey, what the fuck!?” I said I began pushing back. I didn’t think it would be much to overpower him, but…it felt like we were deadlocked. When did he get this strong? Did he always have those muscles, or did I just never notice? I started to push my hardest, straining and beginning to turn red.

Mr. K didn’t look like he was even breaking a sweat. “What’s wrong boy?” he taunted. “Aren’t you a star athlete? C’mon, beat me already. Or…are you too weak to do it?”

I couldn’t let him beat me…I couldn’t let him disrespect me like this. I strained even more. In my effort to put in even more power, though, I made a mistake. I slipped and fell to the ground. I tried to catch myself at the last second, but just ended up with my hands under my chest. Before I could even try to get up, I felt a weight crushing me down. I looked up to see Mr. K sitting on me, his head facing away from mine. He was holding my legs. “What is this you fucker!? Let me go!” I kicked and bucked with all of my might, but it was no use; he was just too strong.

“You need to know when you’re beaten boy.“ I didn’t listen, just continued kicking. “Fine…have it your way.” He reached into the bottom drawer of his desk that was nearby and took out a rope. Did he…plan this? He tied it around my legs, binding them tightly together, and tied the other end to the desk…which was bolted to the ground. I could still move my legs, but only a little. Not enough to do anything. This son of a bitch had me truly pinned now.

“What are you doing!?” I hissed.

He chuckled, knowing that he had me at his mercy. “I’m going to punish you.”

“Punish me? I’m not in third grade you asshole!”

“Oh no, you’re certainly not in third grade. You’re just about a full grown man,” he said, looking very amused with himself. “I mean…just look at that ass.”

That…really shocked me. I mean, he was right though, I did have a, uhh…bubble butt. In fact, I’ve had a big butt my entire life. It was kind of a problem earlier in my life; a lot of underwear didn’t fit me quite right growing up. I either had to have ones that were special made or just deal with a tight fit on my behind. When I got older, that problem still followed me, but I realized what an asset I had…no pun intended. The ladies seemed to love my big booty. Then when I started wearing more of my tight fitting underwear they really loved it. I dunno why it was so attractive to them, but I’m not about to question it; I like knowing I turn people on. But here was an adult, male teacher commenting on the size of my ass and somehow…it still made me feel proud. “Wh-what?”

“Mmm, yeah, just look at that juicy butt. I think that’s what they call cake.” He put his hands on both of my butt cheeks and started to grope them. “Maybe for you it’s more like batter.”

“What the fuck!? Don’t touch me there!” I screamed.

Mr. Knight ignored me. “Tell me Troy, does it jiggle when you walk?” he said with a laugh.

“That’s none of your fucking business!”

“Fine, I’ll just have to see for myself.” He turned his body completely to my backside. “Wearing gym shorts to school, huh? Well, the thing about those is-“ he took his hands off of my cheeks, “-they don’t provide much protection.” After a second I felt a sharp pain on one side.

“Did you just…spank me?” I sputtered.

“Mhm,” Mr. K hummed. I shortly felt another spank on my other cheek. “And then I did it again. So, looks like it does jiggle, huh boy?”

I growled, still trying to threaten him. “Get off of me…stop calling me boy…and stop spanking me!”

I was rewarded with a slap to the ass, this one harder. “That’s no way to talk to your teacher. You will address me as sir.”

“I’ll call you sir if you fucking stop calling me boy.”

Another slap to the other side. “Don’t swear at me. Also, like I already said, I’ll call you whatever I want. You need to learn who your superiors are and how to respect them.” Smack. Another strike.

I was feeling it now. I didn’t think he was even hitting me as hard as he could and my ass was starting to get sore. But still, I had too much pride to let someone else win, especially another man. “Fuck you,” was all I could think to say.

Bang bang. Two more. “From now on, you’ll get an extra spank for swearing. In any case, I see that this level of punishment isn’t working. We’ll have to step it up a notch.” I quivered thinking about what he could mean by that, but he didn’t keep me waiting long as I felt the back of my gym shorts being pulled down.

“W-wait, what?”

“Ooh, nice underwear kid. They fit your ass perfectly. He was rubbing both of my cheeks again, almost massaging them. “You look so sexy.” I felt weird. Compliments on my ass always made me hard, but…this was coming from another dude, and a teacher at that. Still…something about the situation caused a certain stirring in my dick. “I wouldn’t want to harm this magnificent ass more than I have to. So, are you ready to take your punishment like a good boy?”

A good boy… Damn, I really hated being called that. But I couldn’t ask him not to call me that again. He’d just spank me. I thought that maybe if I was nice he’d be reasonable. “Please, just let me go.”

Smack. I was wrong. It really did hurt more now. I struggled to contain myself. “Please what?”

I gritted my teeth. I’d have to play his game. “Please sir…let me go.” I said, trying to swallow my pride.

Pop. “Hah, that’s better boy, but you’re still not getting it.” Bop. “You’re an asshole. The biggest one in this school. That’s why I’m punishing you. This is for your own good and that of everyone else.” Bam. “Give me one good reason why I should stop.”

I tried desperately to search for a way out. “The-the cameras! They’ll see you!”

Whack! “The cameras aren’t facing here and they don’t work anyway. Try again.”

“Someone is gonna hear me yelling! You’ll get caught!”

Whack again! “If someone was gonna come save you, they would’ve done it by now.”

My mind raced, grasping at straws. “I’ll tell someone about what happened here.”

Another whack. “You’re gonna tell everyone that you got you ass spanked? Sounds pretty embarrassing to me. You won’t be popular anymore.”

I shuddered; he had me cornered, literally and in my mind. I didn’t have a choice. My pride was gone. He had stripped away my every defense. “Okay…”

“What was that?” Mr. Knight said. It luckily wasn’t followed by a spanking.

“Okay sir. Go ahead.”

“Go ahead and what?” He knew he was victorious. It was obvious in his voice.

My throat was dry. My head hurt. I could barely get the words out. “P-punish me sir. I…deserve it.”

“Why do you deserve it?”

“Because I’m…an asshole.”

“That right boy.” He grabbed both sides of my underwear and pulled up. The wedgie revealed both of my cheeks and made my undies floss my hole. Then I felt and heard it on my now bare ass: a crack.

“Aaah!” I gasped out. He had to be hitting his hardest now.

“You are a complete asshole Troy.” Crack! “You walk around the school, acting like you own the place.” Crack! “All high and mighty because you play fucking baseball.” Crack! “You think you can get away with whatever you want because of your ‘status’.” Crack! “The so-called ‘star player’.” Crack! “But I have news for you.” Crack! “That’s all about to end.” Crack! “Your days of acting like hot shit are over.” Crack! “I’m going to make you submit to my authority.” Crack! “I’ll mold you into a good boy.” Crack! “And you-“ Crack! “-will-“ Crack! “-obey-“ Crack! “-me!” CRACK!

I had tears in my eyes now…I couldn’t take it. “AAH! Huu…huu…p-please…sir!”

“Have you had enough yet boy?”

“Yes sir, I have!”

Crack! “Wrong answer boy. You deserve all of that and more.”

“Y-you’re right sir! I deserve so much punishment for how I’ve acted. But please, stop! I’ll be a good boy from now on, I will!”

“You will?”

“Yes sir! I promise that I will,” I said quickly.

“You’ll do what I say?”

“Yes sir, anything sir.”

“Alright boy, I’ll give you a chance. But if you don’t listen very carefully, I’ll spank you again.” He wasn’t playing around.

“I understand sir.”

“Alright.” I could feel him untie my legs from each other and the desk. “When I get off of you, stand up. Don’t pull your shorts up.”

I was worried about trying to stand after being held down for so long, but I didn’t want to be punished again. So I just said, “Yes sir.”

He finally stood up. I felt like I could breathe a lot easier now. I didn’t even think about trying to run; I just used the wall to prop myself up. “Now…we’re gonna make sure you stay a good boy.”

“I-I will sir, I promise!”

“You can promise all you want boy, but it’s easy for a good boy to become a bad one. I need to make sure that won’t happen to you.” I guess I looked scared, because he said, “Don’t worry boy. I won’t have to punish you anymore if you listen to me. Understand?”

“I understand sir.”

“Good boy.” He reached down and roughly took hold of my cock. I flinched at the touch, but it made me realize that…I had a complete hard-on. I was confused more than anything. Almost like he knew what I was thinking, Mr. Knight asked “Do you know why you’re fully hard boy?”

I shook my head. “No sir.”

He started stroking me a bit through my underwear. Why did it feel so good…? “It’s because jocks like you are all the same. You act tough, try to assert yourself, but when the chips are down, you always fold.” I must have still looked baffled, because he went on. “When a real man steps up and disciplines you, guys like you can’t handle it. All of your false cockiness washes away and you become…subservient.” I could feel a wet spot forming on my briefs. “That is your true place…as a good, obedient boy.” He took his hand from my package just as I felt I was about to cum.

His words were confusing me…the room felt like it was spinning, but I wanted to know more. I could think of nothing to say but, “Yes sir.”

“Show me your cock. Don’t take your briefs off.”

“Yes sir.” I stuck my dick through the hole in the front of my underwear. My erection was at full mast still.

Mr. Knight scoffed. “Is that what you call an erection boy?” I’m sure I blushed. I always thought I was pretty big, at least from what I was told. “I suppose you could satisfy a woman with that thing. But no man would take that in their ass. You wouldn’t get him to feel a thing!” I felt…sad somehow. I couldn’t understand why he was saying this to me. Again, seeming to read my mind, he said, “I’m trying to show you your place boy.”

“My…place, sir?”

“Yes boy. With an ass like that, you were born to take a big cock. It’s what’s natural for you, but you’ve been denying it your whole life with all that bravado. It’s not all your fault though. Society tells you that it’s natural you’d date a woman just because you’re a boy. But that’s not true of all boys. No, boys like you are made to be submissive to real men…men like me. That’s why I’m telling you this.”

“So, my place is in service to a real man sir?”

“That’s right boy. And I’m going to show you your place. Put your dick away, take your shirt off, and get on your knees.”

“Yes sir!” I did everything that he asked me as fast as I could. I came face to face with a big bulge. It looked fake, but I knew it couldn’t be.

“Good boy.” He pushed down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion and his cock popped out. I didn’t usually focus on the men in porn, but I had no doubt that the dick in front of me could at least match any one in an xxx rated movie. I couldn’t believe what was I was seeing. “This is the dick of a real man. This is your master. It’s what you were made for. Now…who is the real man between us?”

“You are sir.”

“I am what?”

“You’re the real man sir.”

“And what are you?”

“I’m just a boy…a good boy who serves your real man cock sir.”

He looked pleased with my answer. “That’s right boy.” He removed his remaining clothes, becoming completely naked. He stepped toward me, his rod completely solid, and put it on my right cheek, with his pubes shoved against my nose. His smell was strong, like an entire locker room. I wanted to lick him, but he cautioned me, “Keep your tongue in your mouth.”

“Yes sir.”

“Do you feel it throbbing boy? Feel how hot it is?”

“I do sir.”

“You want to make it feel good, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes I do sir!”

“Only good boys get to taste my dick. Are you a good boy?” He dragged his shaft along my cheek, leaving a trail of precum behind.

“Yes sir, I’m a good boy sir!”

His rod was lined up with my mouth now. “Good…but before we continue…thank me for punishing you earlier.”

I nodded. “Yes sir. Thank you for punishing me. I deserved it.”

“Why did you deserve it?”

“I was an asshole sir. But you made me into what I was made to be…a good boy to serve you.”

“That’s right. Good boy. Open.” I did and he pushed all of his length into my mouth.

“Mph!” I gagged.

“I’ll accept it this once, but I want you to remember, a good boy doesn’t talk with his mouth full. Relax your throat.” I tried my best to do so and he thrust in again. I still made a sound this time, but it was much smaller. “Better. We’ll work on your gag reflex boy, but I can see you’re trying your hardest.” Another push. “More tongue.” Yet another. “I said more tongue.” Once more. “Watch your teeth.”

We continued this way, with him thrusting all the way into me, giving me feedback, and then repeating the action as soon as he was finished with his sentence. I wasn’t sure how long this went on for, but it felt like a long time. I didn’t notice it at first, but he eventually stopped saying things between his thrusts. I was sucking dick like he wanted now. And then he started getting faster…and faster…and faster. He didn’t compliment me while he was doing this, he just moved his iron rod in, then out, in, then out.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus all of my energy on sucking his cock. Damn, even with my eyes closed, I could feel how big he was in my mouth. His dick pulsed and felt like fire on my tongue. I could feel the kinks and veins on it and I wanted to lick all of them. His cock…was perfect. Like two puzzle pieces fitting together, it was like it perfectly fit in my mouth. His dick was mine and my mouth was his.

Mr. Knight spoke, but didn’t stop thrusting “Ah, there it is. You’re only thinking about my dick now, aren’t you boy?” Knowing I shouldn’t speak, I nodded. “You need it, don’t you?” I nodded again. “Well, you’ve been a real good boy and good boys get rewarded. So you’re gonna get all of me.” He pulled his shaft fully out of my mouth, disappointing me. It was coated in my spit. “Stand up and turn around.”

His wish was my command. “Yes sir.”

Mr. Knight stood behind me for a second and then I heard a rip. He had torn the back of my underwear open. I then felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart. “Here’s all of me boy.” And suddenly…I wasn’t anal virgin anymore. He didn’t start slow. He was at what full on fucking speed would be for most people from the start. But that wasn’t his maximum, not this beast. No, he only got quicker from there. It was a gear that most men just don’t have.

“AAAH!” I yelled as he absolutely dominated me.

“Yeah, scream for me!” he growled.

“G-GAAH! AH!” I was wrong before; his dick didn’t belong in my mouth, it belonged in my ass. He was telling the truth, my ass was made to take cock. His cock. I was made for him.

“Your teacher is fucking your ass boy.” He didn’t slow down. He couldn’t. He was in full overdrive now. “Your teacher dominated you and made you his good little boy. Now his big cock is all the way up your ass!” Everything he was saying was obvious, but it sounded so hot. It was sending pleasure throughout my whole body. “What would the baseball team say if they saw you like this? If they saw their star player being fucked like the little bitch he is?” I was completely obsessed with the way I felt at that moment. “You’re gonna shoot soon, huh boy?” Through my moans, I managed to nod. He picked me up without removing his dick and we moved to his chair. “Last test. Fuck yourself on my big dick boy.”

I said nothing, I only started bouncing on the cylinder pushing into me. I felt hazy in the best way possible. Pleasure overwhelmed me. I couldn’t tell the difference between me pushing down onto his cock and him thrusting up, but I didn’t care anymore. I needed him inside me. His cum needed to bust out and I needed to feel it in my asshole. Even though I was on the verge of cumming too, it didn’t matter. All I could think about was what was below me. A giant dick in my ass. My chemistry teacher’s dick in my ass. My dominator’s dick…the dick I would serve…the dick that was my master…a real man’s dick…in my ass. And I was the good boy taking it. Yeah…yeah, I’m a good boy!

“Okay boy…shoot it!”

We both released our loads. Both were large, spurt after spurt of semen on my chest and in my ass. I finished first, many seconds before Mr. Knight’s massive orgasm stopped. I didn’t mind; he could cum inside me forever for all I cared. Finally, he stopped and took in a deep breath.

“You aren’t just a good boy…you’re my good boy,” he said firstly. With his cock still where it belonged, he kissed me on the lips. And I kissed him back. Once he pulled away, he said, “I lied a little. That was the last test. Great job my boy. You’re such a good boy.”

I relaxed my head in his shoulder, completely spent. “Thank you sir,” I said, heaving.

“You’re gonna stay good, right my boy?”

“Yes sir…” I said dreamily.

“Good…” He kissed me once more and then sighed. “Well sorry, but sir has to take his dick out of you now. Otherwise I might end up fucking you again.”

I chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

He returned my laugh. “I know you wouldn’t my boy, but I shouldn’t. Your ass can’t take it right now.”

It was my turn to sigh. “I understand sir.”

He lifted me off of him and made sure I was steady. “You ass is leaking boy. You want to clean that out?”

I shook my head. “No sir. I love your cum.”

He smiled. “That’s my boy.” He looked at the scraps of my briefs. “Sorry about your underwear boy. Tell you what, I’ll buy you new ones.”

I couldn’t resist a gift from my sir. “Th-thank you sir!”

“You’re welcome my boy.” He started to get dressed and I did the same. “You said you had gym next, right?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well, I’ll go down and talk to the coach, give him a reason for your absence. You stay right here and I’ll drive you home when I’m done.”

Later, when we pulled into my driveway, I looked at him. “Well, this it.”

“Listen my boy,” he started, “when you sit on your sore ass later and you feel that pain…let it remind you of who dominated you and why.”

“I will sir.” I nodded.

“And if you ever feel like you might be a bad boy again, come see me and we’ll get it straightened out.”

I hesitated. “What if I…just want to see you again?”

He smiled and kissed me, his trademark power still there. “Hah…I think I can make that work.”

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The end of my first week in a new city with a new job and I was exhausted. Relaxation topped my list of priorities; I did not want to make my own dinner or have to clean the dishes. I hoped that one of my new coworkers might ask me to join him or her for a Friday night meal, but everyone skedaddled out of that office, and at 4:30, I was alone. I organized my desk for Monday and turned off the lights.

As I stood in front of the Brady building, I took a good look around for the first time. To my left and in front of me the buildings were much taller. To the right, shorter buildings and more trees seemed to dominate.

It was too early to eat, so I decided that a quick trip to the craft store was in order. I knew the store was to the north, so I turned left and headed that way. I had learned to knit when I was young; a skill my maternal grandmother taught me. A skill my father beat me for doing. (He also broke my knitting needles.) So I did it in secret; I found it relaxing. I spent way too much time trying to decide which color to get. Needles were on sale for fifty percent off, so I got a new pair of 5mm bamboo. I decided to do a scarf for winter, something easy so I could watch TV or listen to music.

It was dark when I walked out onto the street, and I was sure I headed in the right direction. I knew that I had seen a Thai restaurant near my apartment, but somehow, the area kept looking less and less familiar. As I passed in front of a place that was actually named Kelly’s, I decided to go in, possibly get a sandwich, a drink, and directions to my apartment.

I noticed right away that there were only men inside. Some of them were drinking at tables, and a few sat at the bar. None of the men seemed to be interested in talking to one another; they all had their eyes glued to the TV. The sound was on, but it was barely audible. The closed captions kept those interested in the announcers up to date. I asked the barkeep if I could get a bite to eat, and he offered hamburgers, cheeseburgers, or a BLT.

Choosing a BLT and a Coke, I took a seat at the far end of the bar, away from everyone else, and a perfect spot to keep my eye on the entire place. It didn’t take long for a sandwich, a can of Coke, a glass with some ice, and a napkin to be unceremoniously dumped in front of me. I kept watching the customers of the establishment as they drank their beers and watched the TV screens. There was little conversation, and even the people sitting at the same table seemed to have no interest in each other.

I had asked the barkeep for the fastest way to get back to my apartment, and he had sketched a little map. It seems that in the darkness, I had turned north instead of south. (I also found out later that the craft store had their registers on the west side of the store with an exit, and I had come in on the east side.) With my way home mapped out, I relaxed and sipped on the rest of my soda.

About then, a man about five foot ten (there was a height measurement scale next to the door) walked in. His blond-brown hair was short on the sides and a little longer on top, and he had scraggly bangs. His hair is what I noticed first. He took a look around the place and then sat at the other end of the bar. He didn’t even look my way. The barkeep asked him what he wanted, but I didn’t hear his answer.

What I did hear was one of the men, from the table closest to the TV, scraping his chair against the floor as he got up. His Green Bay jacket fell to the floor. He walked over to the bar with determination. “What the fuck are you looking at?”

The new guy seemed confused, and he just looked at the man.

“I saw you eye-fucking me, faggot,” the man growled.

“Hey! None of that,” yelled the barkeep.

I’m not sure why, but I felt compelled to help. I stood up and moved quickly to the two men. “Hey, bro, I didn’t see you come in.” I put my hand on his shoulder.

“Fucking queers.”

“Let’s get out of this place,” I said, looking directly into the eyes of the confused man. I knew that even if Mr. Green Bay was sent back to his seat, there’d be tension in the place. I put my hand on his shoulder and guided him toward the door, and we went out onto the sidewalk.

“Are you OK? What’s your name?”

“Victor. I’ll be fine. Thanks.” He leaned against a metal lamp pole and heaved a sigh.

The barkeep came out to us. “I’m sorry about that. We don’t tolerate that behavior. I’m going to tell him to leave, but I didn’t want him to come out here and bother you.

Victor just stared at him.

“Thanks for that. We’re going to be going.” I put my hand on Victor’s elbow. “Let’s go this way.” Victor followed along. I noticed that he seemed rather sad. “My name’s Patrick,” I told him. “I’m new to town, so I haven’t made any friends yet.”

Victor smiled. “You made one tonight. I thought that guy was going to beat the shit out of me. My heart’s still beating fast.”

“Yeah, he was kind of big, but you seem to be in pretty good shape.”

“I’m not flabby, but I really don’t have a lot of strength. He would have pulverized me.”

“He would have had the two of us to take on.” I smiled. “I saw you when you came in. You looked as if you were searching for someone, but I didn’t see you doing anything that should have upset him.”

“I wonder…”

“What?” We continued walking down the street.

“The truth is that I was supposed to meet someone there. He was going to be wearing a green jacket. But I didn’t see anyone in a green jacket, so I thought he might be running late.”

“That guy had a Green Bay jacket, but he wasn’t wearing it. Had you not met the guy in the green jacket before?”

“No.” He hesitated. “I met him on adam4adam.com.” Victor clenched his teeth.

I don’t think Victor meant to out himself. He grabbed the fingers of his left hand with his right. I wanted to put him at ease. He was the first person I’d met that I was actually having a conversation with. “So you’re gay, too?”

Victor dropped his head and watched the sidewalk in front of his feet as we kept walking. “Yeah.” It was more of a mutter. Then stopped and turned to me. “You’re gay?”

“Yeah.” I tried to say it as if it were no big deal.

“I can’t believe it,” said Victor. “I’ve been here for about a month, and I haven’t met anyone I could really talk to. I’ve been so lonely, and I’ve been horny, too, and I thought maybe I could meet someone online. I’ve been talking to this guy for about a week. Well, chatting with him.”

I understood how he felt.

“The guy online, his name was Steve, he wanted to meet almost right away. I did too, but I was nervous. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to meet someone.”

“I was on there for a while, before I moved here. It just seemed like a place to meet people for a hook-up, not a place to meet friends. And who knows, maybe that Steve guy got cold feet. For all we know, maybe the guy with the green jacket was the same guy, and he was using you. Yelling at you to look big in front of his friends. Either way, he’s an asshole. It could just be a coincidence. Your online date guy could have had something come up that kept him from getting there.”

“I had hoped to find a new friend tonight.”

“I think you did. I just met you, but I like you.”

“And based on what you did, I know that you’re a special guy. Not many people would do that for a stranger.” There was a pause in the conversation, but neither of us felt compelled to try to fill it. “Hey, I’m hungry. What do you say we grab a bite to eat.”

“Are you up for some Thai?”

“I’ve never had any,” he laughed.

“Then that’s what we’re having.” Again silence as we walked.

We stopped at a corner, and Victor pushed the button for the crosswalk. “Thank you. Thank you for everything.” He reached over and pulled me in for a hug. Our heads bumped just slightly. “Oh. Wow, you smell really good.”

I turned to look at him. He was watching the signal on the other side. His face was in profile, and I saw a smile.

We sat across from one another in the Thai restaurant. We had a seat in the back corner, and Victor seemed to love the Tom Kha soup. I studied his face. His dark eyes seemed just a little too close together. His left eyebrow was higher than the right. His ears seemed to be about an inch too big, and they stuck out just a little. His nose was the perfect width for his face, and it was straight until the very tip where it angled out just a little. His lips were just a little too thin, and they weren’t even, and when he smiled, his right side lifted up more than his left. While his lower jawline was straight, it was thinner than it should have been for the size of his head. The dimple in his chin was off-center, a little to the right. He was so attractive that I wanted to jump over the table and start kissing him.

When he finished the soup, he nodded approval. “I liked it; I liked it a lot.” He reached his hand across the table and touched my fingertips with his.

It was time for some serious questions. “So what kind of work are you in?”

His demeanor seemed to change. “I wash dishes.” He looked down at his soup bowl.

“You say that as if you’re ashamed. Don’t be. That’s honest work, Victor.”

“I work for my brother-in-law. He runs the restaurant. He doesn’t think it would look good if I were a waiter. Nepotism and all that.”

“Where is this restaurant?”

“It’s the Snooty Pig over on thirty-fourth.”

“I’ve heard of it,” I lied. “I hear they have impeccably clean silverware.”

Victor looked up at me and stared for several seconds. Then a smile crept across his cute face. “You’re being silly. I moved here to work in a forensics lab. I’ve got an Associate’s Degree in forensics. But before the place opened there was some sort of corruption investigation involving the company. The job disappeared. I’ve been staying with my sister and my brother-in-law and trying to decide what to do. My brother-in-law asked me to help him out.”

The waitress brought Pad Thai and Pad See Ew to the table, and we shared it. “I think what you’re doing is fine,” I told him.

Putting his fork down, Victor looked straight at me. “Maybe all this has happened so I could meet you. Maybe you’ll think I’m weird, after all, we just met, but I’m the happiest right now than I’ve been in months. Do you think the last hour could be a foretaste of what’s to come? I mean, for us?”

“Well, Victor, you’ve certainly elevated my dopamine levels.”

“That’s awfully nerdy of you to say. I know that’s a brain hormone.”

“It means I’m really attracted to you.”

“You are, Patrick?”

I nodded.

He smiled. A few moments later, he squirmed a little in his seat.

“Are you OK?” I asked him.

“I popped a boner,” he told me under his breath.

I whispered back, “I’ve had one since you started eating your soup.”

During the rest of our meal, we tried to steer the conversation away from anything that could swell the manhood we kept in our briefs. I put my name and number on his phone, and he put his in mine. I snapped a few pictures of him. He did the same. We were just leaving the restaurant when I received a notification that it would start to rain within ten minutes. We said good-bye even though we both admitted that we didn’t want the evening to end. We stood awkwardly for a moment and then Victor hugged me. I felt my dick swell again. I reached up to grab his head with my hands and poked him with one of my knitting needles. I dropped that hand, but pulled him with the other and kissed him so he would never forget what my lips felt like.

He stepped back. “I feel like I’m falling in love,” he said and turned to head home.

“Text me when you get there,” I demanded. Then I started back to my place. I hoped he wouldn’t get caught in the rain.

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When I got to my tiny apartment, I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and crawled into my bed. The mattress was right next to the window, and with the lights off in the room, I pulled the shade up and looked out onto the street. A few drops smacked the window, but it was light. I wondered how far Victor had to go before he got home, and I hoped he would stay dry. I tried to read a chapter in the book I usually read before going to sleep, but I kept wondering what he would have said had I invited him back to my place.

I kept reminding myself that he had not brought any overnight bag with him, so he wasn’t planning to spend the night away from home. He didn’t seem to be the kind of man who slept around. I wanted a guy who was monogamous, who played safe. I didn’t expect a virgin, but I did want someone, who like me, had been selective with partners. Other people may view sex as just playing around, but for me, it was something special, a shared event between people who cared for one another.

I wondered whether I should text him and decided against it. I asked him to text me when he got home safely.

I realized that I needed to pee. I drank way too much tea with my meal. On the way back to bed, I grabbed the yarn and needles and cast on 30 stitches while occasionally glancing out the window. I started a 2×2 rib, and I had done about five rows when I decided to do the entire scarf in that pattern. I wondered whether the color would look good on Victor.

The chirp from the phone startled me. The text from Victor read: “Got home a few minutes ago. Kids are asleep. Sis and Bill watching TV. In bed. U still up?”

Me: “Still up. Looking out the window. Only sprinkles here. Waiting for your text. Did U get wet?”

Victor: “Not really. Just misty. Had the best time with U. Didn’t want it to end.”

Me: “When do I get to see U again?”

Victor: “Work until 2 tomorrow. Off on Sunday.”

Me: “Spend the afternoon, evening with me?” Should I push it?

Me: “Night, too?” Please don’t think I’m a slut.

Victor: “I love it. Yes.”

Me:

Victor:

Me:

Victor: “Going to sleep now so I can stay up all night tomorrow kissing U”

Me: “Sleep well”

I was surprised at how fast I fell asleep, but I woke up in the middle of the night with a nightmare. Victor and I were on a little boat in the middle of huge waves. No land was visible. I thought we would capsize and drown. When I woke up, I discovered that I’d left the blinds open, and it was pouring rain. The occasional thunderbolt lit the sky. I found it interesting that my mind had already put us together to battle the elements. I closed the blinds and grabbed the extra pillow. I held it against me and imagined that it was Victor.

I could not believe how good I felt when I got up the next morning. The apartment seemed to be darker than it should have been for eight o’clock. I looked out and saw that it was still raining. The weather forecast told of a day filled with rain, occasional thunderstorms, and gusty winds. It didn’t sound like a day to take a ferry or to head to the beach.

My phone chirped, and I saw that Victor had texted me just before six this morning. “At work, can’t wait to C U. Weather is shit. Want to binge-watch Star Trek, Star Wars, old sci-fi, Ben-Hur? Your choice or something else. Off at 2.”

My imagination saw me snuggled next to him watching movies on TV, a perfect solution to a rainy day. I thought for a minute and texted back, “Old Sci-Fi sounds fun. I’ll take care of food, popcorn, drinks: soda, tea, water (other?), snuggle blanket. Anything else?”

I didn’t get a text back right away, but I knew I wouldn’t. He was at work. I decided to run to the grocery store, or the “market” as they called it around here. I got enough to keep up stocked with food and drink through Sunday. I also got a small bottle of rum and one of whiskey. I didn’t know if he drank, but I was prepared. Just a little before one, I had a snack and went back to knitting the scarf. My apartment was spotless. Condoms and lube were hidden near the head of the bed. I didn’t want to pressure him; I just wanted to be prepared.

I put on some music and began working on the scarf. My phone rested on the window sill, and I glanced at it from time to time. The dark sky continued to threaten more rain. I kept knitting.

About ten after two, my phone chirped. A text from Victor. I was smiling just to see his name on the screen. “Heading home to get movies and my bag. Will call when close.” A few minutes after three, the phone rang. Victor told me he was just a few blocks away. I went downstairs and onto the sidewalk to make sure he didn’t walk past. I saw him a little way up the hill and began to wave. He spotted me right away and waved back. With that little gesture, he wiped away months, maybe years, worth of loneliness.

Before long, we were snuggled on the couch watching ‘When Worlds Collide.’ I’d seen it when I was a kid, but I had forgotten the name of it. I loved it when the little boy was rescued. I hated that the doctor was thrown over for the pilot because I thought the doctor was much better looking. I wondered if any gay people were rescued at the end.

Victor pushed the eject button on my player and then wiggled so he could whisper in my ear. “I know we just met, and it’s too soon, but I like getting fucked. I’ve only done it twice, and I knew the guys really well. And, maybe it’s too much information too soon, but I want to tell you everything.”

“Well,” I whispered back. “I’m glad you can trust me. I don’t think guys should fuck until the fourth date. If you last that many dates, then I think you have a chance for more, but honestly, you’re so cute and sexy that I want to go to bed with you on our second date.”

“So we need to wait until tomorrow?” Victor sounded sad.

“No, silly. This is our second date.” I kissed him. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and played with it using my tongue.

“Fuuuck,” he exclaimed. “No one’s ever done that to me.” He immediately rolled around, undid my pants, and began sucking my dick through my underwear. I got hard almost instantly.

Victor looked up into my face. He was so adorable. I wanted him, and I didn’t want to wait. “Do me,” he said. “Put your dick in me.”

I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back on the couch. I pulled down on his pants as he pushed down. He jerked them off and spread his cheeks with his hands. I pushed the elastic band of my shorts and underwear down and used spit to wet his hole. I pushed my dick into him without a thought other than how much I needed to be inside him.

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

I began to piston in and out of him. He gasped and grunted, “Fuck, oh, yeah, shit, and give it in random order. His ass felt so warm and wet and tight. It was unlike anything I had imagined. I leaned forward and kissed him. He licked my chin, and I slammed into him and came. I was breathing really hard and I relaxed my arms. As I came to rest, my chest against his, my dick plopped out of his ass.

“Wow,” he shivered. “That was fucking great. I can feel your fish swimming inside me.”

I laughed.

“No, I mean it.” His face became stern and serious. He reached between us and pushed on his lower abs. “They’re right there. They’re swimming upstream. They’re trying to get me pregnant.”

I raised my eyebrows. It was completely involuntary. I tried to keep a poker face.

“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I got pregnant from our first time?” He smiled.

Victor was unhinged. I began to wonder how I could get away from him.

“Oh, oh, it feels like little pinches. Your sperm are trying to get in. Oh, yeah,” he smiled, “I think one of them did it. Patrick. This is so exciting. Patrick, you should see your fucking face. I’m shitting you, man. I can see the sweat break out on your brown.” Victor started to laugh. “You so fucking bought that I had lost my mind.”

“You fucking shitwad,” I said, and I started laughing, too. “I’m glad you liked that so well, because I ain’t fucking you again.”

“You know you are.”

“Nope. I’m going to take a shower and wash your shit off my dick.”

“That’s not shit; that’s cum.” He grinned.

“I’m sending you home.”

“No, you’re not. You’re going to take me into the shower with you, and then we’re going into your bed to fuck some more.”

I turned and pushed my index finger into his chest and took a deep breath. “Hell. You already know me too well.”

He kissed me again. “Let’s call that our first argument. We can have make-up sex after the shower.”

I shook my head. “No, we’re going to have make-up sex in the shower.”

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Besiktas is an area of Istanbul which is not on the main tourist drag, although it contains a grand waterside palace and the grounds of one of the city’s football teams, which doubtless generates a lot of rivalry between it and Galatasaray and Fenerbahce. Even so, it is in the older part of the city and is a pleasant place to stay, and it, also, I discovered, has a Turkish hammam which does not feature in the guide books. I found out when it was open, and sought it out in the streets nearby. It was quite a grand building, but like much of Istanbul, somewhat faded. I went in.

I don’t speak Turkish and nobody spoke English, but the receptionist did speak German, so we spoke in German. I agreed the price for a bath and massage, and he gave me a thin towel and a pair of clogs, and indicated my cubicle, which had a window in the door and a bench.  It was in view of the receptionist, so I had to trust him with my valuables hidden in the cubicle. I stripped off, tied the towel around my middle, and put on the clogs. I ambled off.

First stop was the shower. I did strip off in the warm water, and soaped myself all over, paying attention to armpits, crotch and bum crack. I dried off, hung the small wet towel around my middle, balanced awkwardly in the clogs, and set off for a Turkish bath.

The wash-and-massage room was domed and circular, with a huge polygonal marble dais on which a handful of men, all near-naked Turks, all middle-aged, were lying either on their fronts or their backs, all wearing just towels, being washed or massaged by the team employed by the hammam. Around the outside wall were what looked like a circle of urinals, but on closer inspection they were rinsing stations. I looked around and a man came over to me. I was thrilled by what I saw and prayed that I did not get an erection.

My bather, and masseur, introduced himself as Ahmed. He was actually only around average height and around forty years old, but he was huge, with massive broad shoulders, thick arms and legs, a broad, deep chest, a firm, rounded belly and big hands and feet. He was also covered in black fur, especially across his chest, under his arms, and just above his arse crack at the bottom of his back, where his towel was wrapped tightly around him. His scalp, of course, was totally bald and shining, and his smiling features were those of an Ottoman soldier, above a long, thick beard. I have to say that I don’t quite get Turkey and Turkish men. Homosexuality is legal in secular Turkey, but not exactly welcomed, rather like the UK in the late 1960s. Turkish men have far fewer inhibitions about touching other men, as evidenced by oil wrestling, in which the contestants wear just leather shorts, and cover each other in olive oil before wrestling, which involves putting your hand down your opponent’s shorts and grabbing their arses, or putting your hand down the front. How on earth does that not involve grabbing your opponent’s oily cock and balls? On the other hand, if you are in the hammam and you are naked, a masseur will approach you with a towel extended as if you were on fire, whereas in Europe, even in prissy Ireland or the UK, nobody would care. There is also the history of the hammam in Ottoman times, when Christian boys from the conquered lands of Europe were brought to the hammam to work as boy prostitutes, paid by the orgasm. I had to assume, then, that the men who worked in the bath were not uncomfortable to touch you in an intimate way, but that they were definitely not gay. Sadly.

Ahmed was a beast. I gazed at his huge, broad, hairy chest in awe. This man was going first to wash me, which meant that I was made to lie down face down. Ahmed stood over me, his bare feet planted either side of. He covered me in foam so that I almost disappeared, and he began to clean me with a sponge mitten. Feet and legs were cleaned first, and his sponge mitten was reaching right up into my bum crack. Was this normal? I felt a stirring in my cock, but fortunately I was still face down. He now cleaned my back, neck, head and arms. I was turned over, and I now disappeared again in a hill of white foam. His sponge mitten roamed up and down my legs, reaching up to my bollocks, and indeed, once or twice cleaning my cock and balls in their entirety. Was I imagining that? Was it normal? He moved on to my front, washing my front, even scrubbing my head with a ferocity which would have pleased my mother. I was led off to the rinsing station, sat on the stone floor whilst Ahmed kneeled on one leg and rinsed the foam off me from head to toe. In the midst of this I am sure that for a brief moment I saw Ahmed’s long cock as he moved around, his towel riding up, and it was a long, thick, circumcised weapon perched on monstrous balls, primed to attack from its nest of close-clipped pubic hair. The towel then came down, but I had now fallen for Ahmed. Now rinsed, Ahmed bade me to stand up. He produced a clean, dry towel, and indicated that I should change towels. For a few seconds I stood there quite naked, slightly erect, with Ahmed the hairy bear looking at me. I wanted to be fucked right there on the spot, but that was never going to happen, and I soon wrapped the towel around me, hoping that Ahmed liked what he saw.

The massage began with me lying on the warm marble dais on my front. I have seen footage of massages in a hammam where men are bent into all kinds of strange positions, but this was not the case. What was true was how thorough and how deep the massage was, as Ahmed worked first my feet, and then worked upwards. My calves were split apart. His massive hands dug into my thighs, and the towel was lifted over my bare arse as he drove elbows deep into my buttocks. He worked my back, shoulders and neck before turning me over and beginning again. I watched excitedly as this huge bear worked my body with his big strong hands, the front of my thighs, my tummy, my pectorals, where he seemed to isolate and punish every muscle. He straightened me out, placed my arms across my chest and pressed down. Something seemed to explode in my head and I saw stars, but Ahmed had simply corrected something in my back. He finished with my arms. Afterwards, I felt so relaxed and  tired and weak, and limped away to my cubicle, where I went inside.

Ahmed the bear led me off away from the main part of the baths to a side room, which was a smaller, more private version of the main part, pushed the door to and ripped away his towel. Naked, he was even more magnificent, his long, thick, cut cock starting to stand up from a black fuzz of close-clipped pubic hair and away from a massive pair of balls. He moved towards me and pulled off my own towel, grinning. He looked admiringly at my stiffening cock, but pointed at his own magnificent tool reaching for the domed ceiling. I knelt obediently and took his gnarled, veiny knob into my mouth. It was a whopper, so thick that I had trouble opening my mouth to it, and so long that it was threatening to go down my throat, but I wanted to give him the best blowjob he had ever had. I adjusted my kneeling position to accommodate his massive cock, and he began to pump his arse, forcing my nose into his sweet-smelling pubic fuzz, a huge furry hand holding the back of my head in place, so that I could not move it away. Below his cock, his massive wrecking balls were starting to swing, grazing my chin. I reached up above his firm round hairy belly to his nipples, buried in a thick forest of chest hair, and began to play with them. It set him off going faster, as they were obviously wired to his superb cock. I thought I would choke. I could not understand why my gag reflex had not been triggered, but I was glad of that. His solid cock moved backwards and forwards in my mouth, faster and faster, his balls now tapping my chin, and I could suddenly feel his spunk leaving his balls, entering the bottom of his todger, and surging up his urethra. Suddenly, with a great roar from Ahmed, great jets of spunk were shot out of his cock down my throat, and I tasted his salty spunk. Ahmed still held his hand in place, although there was no chance of me not swallowing his tasty spunk, and slowly withdrew his cock. He held it near my mouth so that I could lick the last tasty dribbles of spunk off it. He said something in Turkish, but I could that he had not finished, and now wanted to fuck me. 

He indicated that I should kneel on the marble slab, and go down on all fours, like a dog. There was little finesse. His huge lubricated cock knocked on the door of my hole, and pushed slowly, gently but unstoppably through the outer sphincter muscle. He now smacked each of my arse cheeks hard one time each in turn, so that my hole widened of its own accord. My inner sphincter muscle now yielded, and I felt every inch of his great knob slide up into me, filling me, making me his: Ahmed now began to fuck me like a dog. His big meaty hands clamped themselves to my shoulder, holding me in place, and as he gained speed, I could feel his huge bollocks smacking against me, and his belly resting on the base of my spine. Every stroke of his thick dick was rubbing my prostate gland, and I could feel myself completely losing control. A surge of pleasure arose deep down in my ballbag. I could feel my spunk erupting uncontrollable in an intense orgasm over which I had no control, as Ahmed literally fucked the spunk out of me. I cried out. Ahmed was now pumping my arse like a steam train’s pistons, and his grip on my shoulders tightened, so I could not move. I was his. I was his fuck toy. He roared again as he came, filling my hole with more spunk from those huge spunk-factory balls. He held me for a moment until he was drained, and then withdrew, wiping his wet cock head on my arse. 

And then he was gone.

I awoke with a start. I had dozed off whilst sitting in the changing cubicle, so relaxed had I been after the bath and the massage. Sex with Ahmed had just been a dream, a wonderful dream. My cock was standing up like a pole, and had leaked some spunk. My towel had also slipped off. Embarrassed, I quickly wiped the spunk off, stood up and put on a shirt and some underpants, then, more slowly, finished off dressing. The masseurs had been walking past to the reception, and could no doubt see me asleep, cock sticking up. I had already paid, but I knew that I should leave a tip. To even greater embarrassment, Ahmed the bear was at reception when I handed over some Lira as a tip. The receptionist thanked me in appalling English. Ahmed turned round, and I had one last view of his immense hairy chest, belly and strong arms. He smiled, and as I left, I noted that there was something under his towel sticking out.

We called Brian, Shorty because, well, he was short. Shorty was a 28 year old, 5’5″, shaved head Egyptian guy with a killer smile and that gorgeous, naturally tan skin that filled out his business casual clothes quite nicely. And he was a sweet guy on top of everything else from what I was told. We worked in different departments so I didn’t know him that well, though I did admire him from a distance frequently.

Due to a vacancy in his department I was transferred over and was lucky enough to be assigned to train under him for two weeks. At the end of training we decided to go out Friday night and celebrate (at his request) which was fine by me as I like drinking, having fun and being around hot guys.

After a couple of hours of food, drink and merriment, we decided to call it an evening. Because of the drinking we had planned, we both took separate car sharing rides to get there, but decided to share one leaving. Shorty was quite touchy feely with me in the back seat of the ride which I enjoyed, but assumed it was the alcohol.

When we arrived at my place we both got out of the car. “Where are you going?” I asked him. “Thought we could continue the night here!” he said. “Why not! Let the night continue!” I said in the most nerdy voice I could muster as he followed me up the steps to my place.

Once inside, I went to relieve myself. When I came out, Shorty was already asleep on the couch. Party animal indeed! I covered him up as best I could and headed to my bedroom after a drink of water.

A couple hours later I awoke to Shorty getting in to bed with me. I was surprised initially but chalked it up to him being drunk. I was surprised when an arm came around me which pulled him up to me. We were spooning! And even though I had some drink still coursing through me, I was with it enough to pop a boner instantly. I was surprised to feel that Shorty had one as well. But we were in our twenties and that happened all the time.

Shorty positioned himself so his dick was right between my cheeks. It felt good but again: we are both young and drunk so I didn’t think much about it. But then I remembered the dreams.

For the two weeks I trained with him, I had constant sex dreams about this very scenario. Often times if I didn’t wake up and relieve myself manually, my body would do it for me. Thinking about these dreams, with my current lust and his dick at my butt, turned me on immensely. I tried to control my mind but my cock had a mind of its own. It was then I felt him kiss me.

I remembered any iota or dreaming I was doing at that time ceased-I was wide awake! Then another kiss. Then another. All on the back of my neck. I rolled over to wake him thinking this was happening as he was dreaming. I was surprised when I saw him wide awake.

He planted a wet kiss on my lips. His tongue darting around in my mouth. He rose up and we both instantly got naked. I remember his firm, warm body collapsing on me. I could feel every hard muscle in his body grinding against mine. I remember feeling his firm hairy ass in my hands as he twisted and contorted his hot little body around mine. He sat up and looked down at me. I remember the street light shining in through the blinds and bathing the right side of his body in a soft white glow. I could see his hairy chest and belly heaving with every breath he took. His wide and firm shoulders. His bald head and face, both with a days’ worth of stubble noticeable. But what I didn’t notice was how large his cock was. Not so much his cock (it was, I’m guessing, above average in length and girth) but the head of this thing was enormous! And it bounced up slightly with every one of his heart beats.

I didn’t get long to see it before his head went down and enveloped my own throbbing cock. How that little man was able to take my whole honest eight and a half inches of manhood was beyond me but I didn’t care. He slobbered on my knob like a pro. I moaned with delight for what seemed like hours but was only minutes.

He pushed my legs back and tongued my hairy hole. His skill at cock sucking was only surpassed by this. My eyes rolled back in to my head as I laid there and moaned like a baby, feeling him work me over. When he stopped I looked up trying to catch my breath I see him stroking and I thought he was about to blow but he grabbed me and spun me over on my stomach. The strength this short guy had was unexpected.

Once on my belly I felt his gigantic mushroom head pressing on my already wet hole. This was a dream coming true for sure! He pressed in and was met with resistance (I hardly ever bottom). “Open up that ass!” he commanded. His authoritativeness made me weak. It was nice to be submissive in bed for a change. Most guys I go for want me to the aggressor. And, in my dreams, that’s how Shorty was as well. But the truth is, I’m finding out, better than fiction.

Playing the game, I playfully tried to tighten up and make him work for it but he was having none of that. “Damn it” I heard him say as he pulled back for a second then place his monster against me again. I felt more lubricant (self supplied I’m assuming) and more pressure. His head punched through my first line of defence. I screamed in to the pillow. The pain was immediate. I felt split in two and he was just barely in. Could I handle this?

“Open up that hole man!” he said again. “I don’t know if I can” I admitted honestly. “I want to but I don’t…” He grabbed both of my arms from under my pillow and held them at the small of my back. This caused his weight to shift forward which dived him in deeper. I yelled in to the pillow again and he chuckled. “Training isn’t over yet” he said as he pushed another inch in to me. My body twisted like a fish out of water and even though I’m bigger than Shorty, he had me in his control. “Yes…” he said as he divided me in half with that monsterous head. I couldn’t breath as he pushed in more. And more. I held my breath until I felt like I was going to pass out.

I felt his hairy balls press against my own balls and I knew he was in-finally! He pulled out and did as much damage as he did going in. Then he slid back in again. The feeling of him inside me was not something I could put in to words succinctly. I had finally started to breath as the pain was replaced with pleasure.

He picked up the speed and changed the angle of attack. His cock was curved upward so he mirrored that motion with his thrusts. I could feel his balls slapping my balls.

He must have been leaking a lot because my hole got soaked and the wet slapping noises sent me in to a sexual rage. I raised up my ass and started to meet his thrust with thrusts of my own. But he didn’t like this. I guess he didn’t like to relinquish control. He took his right hand and grabbed my hair, forcing my face in to the pillow and placing his hairy chest and belly against my back. I could feel his coarse chest hair crunching down on my back. In this position he couldn’t do long deep thrusts so he switched to rapid short thrust.

I cried in pleasure as I heard him chuckling over my shoulder. “You like that? You like that dick in you, trainee boy?!” he asked. “Damn you’re tight!” All I could do was moan in pleasure.

As he continued I could feel his sweat dripping on me from his face. I felt him raise up which allowed me some movement so I could get some air. But that didn’t last long as his deep hard thrusts started again. I had to time my breaths with each thrust or I couldn’t breathe.

This entire time I couldn’t touch my own cock but it was getting worked between my stomach and the bed. So between this constant friction, a giant piece of Egyptian meat inside me and he commanding presence, I dumped my load between me and the bed.

I felt like this cumming would never end. But luckily my tight squeezing hole was what he needed as well with a pop he pulled his piece out of me and I felt gush after gush it hot man seen rain down on my back and back of my head. It seemed unnaturally hot on my skin. And there was a lot of it. I felt it running down my cheeks and sides as he continued to drop his load. Each load accompanied my a guttural scream/moan/growl from Shorty.

Eventually he stopped shooting and collapsed on top of me, his milk cementing us together. As he laid on top of me I could feel his chest starting to slow and his breathing return to normal, and I felt his dick, which did so much damage to me, starting to return to its normal size against my ass.

Eventually he pulled himself off of me with a velcro like sound. I rolled over and looked at him. His hairy chest and belly was saturated with sweat and semen, his head glistening with sweat and his eyes wide.

“That…was amazing…” he admitted. “Hell yeah it was. Where did you learn to do that?!” I asked. He laughed. “I don’t normally bottom” I admitted. “I could tell. But thank god you did. I’ve been waiting for this for weeks!” he told me.

“We need to seriously clean up” I said standing up. He tried to stand up but his knees buckled and he fell against me. “Need help stud?” I asked leading him in to the shower. “Lets do it together. I’m all about saving water” he said with a smile.

We lathered you and rinsed off together. I remember how his hairy muscles felt under the soap. I grabbed him a towel and tore off the bedsheets and tossed them in the washer.

He summoned a ride and left shortly after. I saw him the following Monday at work. We smiled at each other and finished our day at work. As I was walking to the car I heard him call me name. “Any plans tonight?” he asked. “Not really. Why do you ask?” I asked with a smirk. “Well I have this new report bossman wants done and he said you could train me…”

“Oh really? Well I could train you tonight, say 9pm?” I suggested.

“Sure. If I remember from last week, it’s going to be a long session” he coyly said.

“Oh you just wait. It will be a long and hard training.” I replied.

“Can’t wait” he said.

Neither can I Shorty. Neither can I.

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This story is for my boy Nick, and is closely based on him. I changed a little, but not too much. I hope you enjoy this Nick, my good boy.

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Nick got to the door where his dreams would finally become reality and knocked. A moment later the door began to open. 

Whoever was opening it was behind the door. Nick froze for a moment, this dream was so close, he had to go in. Hesitantly, Nick stepped into the room. The door closed. Nick saw who he was meeting. “Luke, fuck shit fuck. Luke. Fuck. I need to go.” Nick turned. Luke grabbed his arm and pulled him to face him.

“Nick, you came here for me. Because I told you to.” Luke’s voice radiated supreme confidence. He pulled Nick closer, putting one hand on each of Nick’s biceps. 

“Fuck, no, I’m …” Nick was lost at what he was going to say.

“BetaNick, you are my boy. I sent for you. I want you here. For a very specific reason. A reason you have waited so long for.” Luke pulled Nick to him, pressing Nick against his chest. Luke placed Nick’s head in contact as well, slightly facing down, nose towards his pit. 

Nick could smell the musk Luke made, felt the strong muscles under his shirt. Luke’s hands on him. 

“You are my boy. I took you. My boy. I selected you. I will have you. You are here to make me happy. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

“I do want to make you happy.” Nick said in a small voice. 

“I know you do. And you will, you will make me very happy.” Luke patted Nick’s head. 

Nick felt the warmth of Luke’s body, the fit muscles, the musky scent. Luke rubbed his arms over Nick’s back and head. Nick seemed to fold into Luke, bringing his own arms to embrace Luke. A man, Nick had wanted to be with a man for so long, and he was now. Flighting ideas of backing out, saying it was a joke or mistake crumbled in his mind, the need for a cock in his mouth taking control. Any resistance Nick felt crumbled, snuggling into Luke. 

Luke held his new boy for a few minutes. Letting his scent and body cover Nick. Luke felt Nick fall closer into his body, that was more psychological then physical. Nick needed a little more time wrapped in Luke’s arms to fall into the cavern Luke had prepared. While Nick’s mind accepted the situation he was in. 

Luke moved with Nick to the bed, sitting down and pulling Nick to his lap. “That’s my boy, my boy is here. You are going to make your Alpha very happy.” 

“Yes, Sir. I want to make you happy.” Nick was still reeling from the realization that he had been chatting with and obeying Luke. Luke who had been in his house to watch games, grabbed beers with, hung out with. Now he was here to suck his dick. 

Luke, as if he could read Nick’s mind moved his hand to Nick’s shirt and started to undo the buttons. Luke opened Nick’s shirt and ran his hand over Nick’s chest and abs. Nick looked down, realizing a man was feeling his chest. A flash that he needed to run passed through his brain, but the feeling of a strong hand was so enticing he could not go. 

Luke kissed the top of Nick’s head and slipped the shirt off the boy. Nick felt the air on his skin, this was the first time he had sexually undressed for a man. Nick took a deep breath. 

“It’s OK boy, your Alpha is here, you are going to do what you have always dreamed of. You’re still looking forward to it, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I want to do this.” Nick sounded small but determined. 

“Good boy, we’re going to go a little further.” Luke began to work on Nick’s pants, and Nick had to rise a bit and was surprised that his underwear was pulled off at the same time. Nick bent a bit, trying to cover his nakedness, but Luke didn’t allow that, pulling Nick back to his lap. “It’s OK, I’ve seen it already, you’re my boy.” Luke knew Nick needed the reassurance, to feel accepted. He could be rougher later, now he had to get Nick so hooked on him, and that call for gentleness. 

Luke ran his hands over Nick’s body, making Nick feel Luke’s ownership. Luke knew this is exactly what Nick needed, to feel the closeness of a man. Luke let Nick’s mind accept what had happened. Never touching Nick’s cock except for some incidental brushing. Nick needed to feel Luke touching his body. 

“I like the feel of your hands.” Nick whispered, Luke let a smile cross his face. One more step. Luke knew Nick only had one more step to take. Nick took that step by curling closer to Luke’s body. Nick seemed so in charge usually. Luke recalled how boisterous Nick was during the game Luke joined the party to watch. Luke knew Nick was a boss at his family’s business. Nick was a beta behind all that, desperate for a man to handle him. 

Luke slid Nick down between his thighs to the floor, bending over so he loomed over the boy. “I’m going to let you do what you have always wanted.” Luke removed his shirt, revealing a fit chest and lightly scattered hair. Luke took Nick’s hands and placed them on his pecs, running Nick’s hand over his body. After a few passes, Luke moved Nick’s hands and indicated Nick should remove his belt. Nick did, feeling urgency, quickly reaching to undo the button and pull down the zipper of Luke’s jeans. The side of Nick’s hand brushed the hardness of Luke’s cock. Nick shuddered with excitement. He had wanted this for so long, so very long. Now it was happening, so close. He was naked and kneeling, pulling down a man’s pants. 

Nick saw Luke’s pubes appear, then the root of Luke’s dick. Nick had wanted this so bad for so long, now it was real, it was here, Nick was doing it. In the background of his mind Nick realized his dick was so hard, but more of Luke’s cock came into view, so that was not important in relation. Nick inhaled, getting the warmth and musk, seeing more of a dick he would actually suck. 

The pants came further down and made the end of Luke’s long cock pop out, some pre-cum flying to Nick’s naked chest. Nick glommed to the head of Luke’s cock as it bounced in freedom. Nick forgot to breathe as he watched the movement. Luke smiled, knowing he had the boy well in hand. Luke ran his hand over the side of Nick’s face. “You want it, you want it bad, don’t you boy?”

“I do Sir, I really do. Can I?” Nick focused on the pearl of pre-cum slightly growing. So close, it was so very close. 

“Give it a kiss, kiss that bit of pre right off me.”

“Ahh……” Nick moved closer to the object of his desire, pursing his lips and landing on the moistened head of Luke’s love stick. Nick felt the pre-cum and it seemed to flow over him, a lifetime of desire culminating in this brief moment. And more to come. Nick leaned back, eyes closed, tongue taking in the taste. Luke could see a glow from Nick’s face. The boy was hooked, dick would be his life from now on. 

“Take it in your mouth, cover it. Go slow, feel it in there.”

Nick returned, opening his mouth and covering the large member, holding his teeth back and getting the taste in Nick shuttered, so close. He could see the base of the dick and pubes before him, he pushed further in, greedy. Nick gagged, rocking back, to feel Luke’s hand on his back shoving him back on. 

Nick struggled, throwing his hands out, but taking it, fighting to keep his teeth back. He resisted Luke some, losing that battle, and going down, choking more. Luke made him gag over and over again. Nick didn’t want to disappoint his man, not fully understanding what was happening, but accepting. 

Having no choice, Nick gagged repeatedly, like it had to be worked out. After the surprise, Nick’s desire re-asserted and Nick forced his throat to open. The gagging got better, Nick found the strength to take it. “You’re doing it, you’re taking my dick. You’re getting better.” 

Luke’s dick was hard, so hard, Nick felt the hardness, solid like steel, he forced his throat around it. There was no choice, Nick had to give way.  Accepting that made it easier in Nick’s mind, Nick worked more to further reduce his gagging. “Now you’ve worked out your gagging some, you’ve had the hard part. Now take it slow, get to know my cock.”

Luke released Nick and leaned back, relaxing. Nick let the dick out of his mouth and looked at it. It had been in his mouth. It needed to be again. Nick lunged forward, engulfing the prick once again. There was a warmth from it’s hardness, Nick wasn’t expecting that. A prick was a special part of a body, and sucking on one was the best thing ever. After a few trips up and down the significant length, Nick slowed. He wanted to savor this. Let the silkiness travel over his lips. Enfold the head with his tongue. That was different, the head and the shaft felt different. The head smooth, and the movement in Nick’s mouth of the substantial member with the blood coursing. 

Nick savored this time with Luke’s crotch in his face, he never wanted to leave. Nick took the cock out of his mouth and licked up and down. Reaching the base, Nick started on the balls, letting them roll on his tongue. The sensation was unique, balls connected but somehow not. Nick had played with his, but having another man’s, a very masculine man’s was different.

Luke was feeling very magnanimous as he looked down at Nick working his junk. He had worked hard to get Nick here. Now, he had succeeded, and Nick was on his knees slobbering over his cock. Luke thought how Nick was such a big man with his circle of friends, now he was a beta. Luke was going to let Nick go at his junk, the beta had worked for it. Forcing his head down was to tease Nick and get him to learn faster. Use this excitement to open the throat. Now things had worked exactly as Luke planned, and Nick was working on Luke’s pecker with no desire to let it end. 

Luke let Nick keep his nose between his legs for over half an hour. Luke completely enjoyed the long attention, but decided his work deserved a reward. “Get going, time for you to get some cum.”

Nick made an affirmative noise and started to get serious on sucking Luke’s dick. Luke appreciated the efforts, but it was more of the fact he had Nick there doing the sucking than the sucking itself. He would have to work on Nick to teach the boy some skill. And Nick would love every minute of it. The domination he had over Nick was so powerful the physical act was a tool. Luke grabbed Nick’s head as the first spurts of cum erupted out of his dick, crushing Nick all the way down. Nick gagged and fuitally tried to push back. 

Spent, Luke took a couple lungfuls of air before releasing Nick, who fell backwards gasping. “Jerk that dick. You earned it boy.” Luke growled, staring with intensity at his new conquest. Nick didn’t answer, but his hand reached for his smaller member, and a few strokes brought him to climax. Nick stared at this hand covered in cum. “You’re mine now Nick. I’m your Master. The first man you ever sucked. I’ll always be in you. Some things are going to change for you. You always do exactly as I say, and you’ll get all the cock you want. You understand me boy.”

“Yes, Sir.” Nick replied, still in a fog. 

“Master. You call me Master.”

“Master, yes Master.” Nick was unable to resist. 

“This isn’t a one time thing. Not even one time tonight. I need some time to get going again, so you’re going to rim me until I have a nice new batch of spunk to go into your belly. You get me?”

“I want to rim you Master, I want to taste my Master’s ass.”

“No time like the present.” Luke flipped over on the bed, schooching up to the top to ease his head on the pillows, opening his legs. Nick crawled up between the muscular legs and for the first time in his life, grabbed a man’s ass in a sexual way. That simple act was instantly followed by this first taste of a man’s ass. His new Master’s ass tasted delicious. Clean, but you can never get the special taste out. 

Nick’s tongue started with basic licking, covering the outer ring in spit. Circling the ring while pulsing his tongue back and forth. Changing direction, tongue shape, and solidness. All the skills he had gained over years of doing this for his girlfriends. This was so much better. A belly full of cum and servicing a man. Nick’s lips were not idle either. massaging the area they touched, Nick knew he didn’t have cocksucking skills, but he did know how to eat an ass, and he was going to give Luke the best rim job he’d ever had. It did not take long for Nick to be poking his tongue into Luke’s ass, this was going to be a full-on ass servicing. 

Luke lay there letting Nick do all the work. His orgasm had been massive, and there was no reason not to use Nick’s excitement to its fullest extent. This was going to be great. So long as Luke had correctly gauged Nick and got him to the point where his desperation for dick turned into unquestioning devotion, Luke would be able to use the boy as much as he wanted. Luke let plans roll in his head as his ass got eaten better than it had ever been before. Nick had bragged about his analingus abilities, and he wasn’t blowing smoke. Nick’s skill was top of the line. Luke already knew he’d be doing a quick cum dump into Nick’s face, get a rimjob to restore his erection then do a more leisurely blow down Nick’s gullet. Yes, that would happen a lot. 

Neither had any idea how long Nick ate out Luke’s ass. Luke let him go because it felt so good and did restore his dick to full hardness. Nick kept at it since he was doing for the man he had just accepted as his Master. The time came when Luke was ready so he rolled over and didn’t have to tell Nick anything. Nick shifted from eating ass to smoking pipe not missing a beat. Luke kept Nick alternating between dick and ass. At some point after the fourth load Luke shot, they both fell asleep. 

Nick woke first. Momentarily confused why there was skin so close to his face. His memory came back as he lifted himself to see Luke’s backside. He recalled everything he did, how great it was, finally doing what he had needed to for so long. 

Alone, well, with Luke sleeping at least, Nick could think. He had done it, sucked a cock. And sucked it several times. Licked a man’s ass. Nick pulled back his head. Should he have done this? Should he have gone after dick in the first place? It was so good. Something in his brain clung to it being wrong. But he liked it so much. The cock was everything he dreamed up and more. What regret he had was fading as the joy of his cocksucking. Cocksucking. He was a cocksucker. He felt pride at the thought. He sucked cock and was happy about it. It was the best thing he had ever done in his life. He wanted to do it more, a lot more. 

Nick could see the tip of Luke’s flaccid penis against the blanket. He wanted to taste it again. Nick positioned his face and stretched his tongue out to lick it. So good, so very good. Nick licked over and over again. Luke stirred, not needing as much time as Nick did to re-orient. It was not the first time Luke had woken to someone on his dick. 

He knew it was Nick, giving a grunting laugh, Luke threw one leg in the air and flipped over so Nick would have unfettered access to his dick. Nick wasted no time getting the fully exposed cock in his mouth and starting to work on getting it back to full erection. Luke took Nick’s efforts. After cumming in his mouth the second time, Luke pressed back to rest on the headboard. 

“You’re getting better. You still need a lot of practice. Good thing I have a dick that likes you. I’ll let you do this a lot. You’ll be headed to my place when I text you.”

“I will, any time you want.”

“Good. We’ll need to get you a lot of practice. You looking forward to that?”

“Yes I will, any time you want.”

“OK. I’ll text you later tonight. Be ready. I don’t want to wait.”

“I’ll head out the door right off.”

“That’s my boy. You will be rewarded with more dick.”

“I want more dick.” Nick started to move his head to Luke’s dick. 

“Give it a kiss, we need to get going.”

Nick gave a disappointed groan, but kissed the dick he wanted to suck again. Luke got off the bed and started to dress. Nick knew they needed to go, it was getting late in the morning, so he started looking for his clothes as well. 

Once dressed, Luke indicated the door, and said “You go out first. I’ll head out in a bit.”

“Yes sir. I can’t wait until you text me.”

“But you will.”

“Yes, I will.” Nick headed out the door, a longing glance at Luke’s crotch as he left. 

Nick got in his car and turned to go home. He was still mentally high from the experience. Back at his place, Nick fell face up on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a while, reliving it all over and over again. Nick reached his hand to his cock after a while and wrapped around the shaft. It felt so good. Nick stroked fast until he almost came, then released, he wanted to make this last. Waiting until he began to droop a bit, then stroked slowly. Everything went through his mind on a loop, he had wanted this for so long, and now he had. 

The edging session went on for a while, Nick lost himself and didn’t care what else he might be doing. When he did cum, it was great. Nick fell asleep with cum on his abs. Nick got up and wanked again, then took a shower. 

Nick pulled himself together and managed to get a few simple chores done. Too hyped to cook, Nick ordered dinner in. Darkness fell, and Nick looked at his phone and out the window hoping for Luke’s message. 

“Now”. The text was simple and direct. Nick rushed to his car and over to Luke’s place. Knocking on the door, Luke let him in. Luke went to sit in a leather recliner, letting his legs wide. Nick moved closer, hoping he was doing the right thing. It seemed right, so right. Nick got to his knees, put his hands on Luke’s thighs. Nick took a deep breath. He couldn’t but he seemed to smell the musk from Luke’s crotch. Looking with longing to Luke’s face, Nick got a short nod. Nick pulled down the workout shorts and had a sharper intake of breath when he saw the object of his lush. Waiting no longer, Nick took it into his mouth. Everything was right with the world. 

That was the first of Luke summoning Nick. It happened nearly every day. Usually after Nick got off work, but sometimes in the day. Nick was glad his family owned the business, he could head out without too much fuss. It was not usual for him, but it wasn’t totally unheard of. 

Nick loved it. Even when the text came after midnight. Nick set his phone to play a special ringtone for Luke’s texts so he would know at once. The sound gave Nick a boner every time. Nick couldn’t believe he was getting to suck so much dick. And he wanted more every time. 

Nick was eating dinner alone in his dining room. To him, sitting there alone since his girlfriend was away for a few days, it seems right at the time. As he finished, the doorbell rang. When Nick opened it, Luke was standing there, big grin on his face. “Thought I’d come to you for once.” 

“Luke, this is great! Come in.”

“Come in your mouth, you mean.” Luke guffawed as he came in, pulling the door closed behind him. 

“Fuck yeah!” Nick got a boner with Luke in his house for the first time since he started sucking his dick. 

Luke headed to the center of the sofa, dropped his pants and sat down, his legs splayed wide. “Get on it.” Nick licked his lips while he glanced at a window. “Ha. Go ahead, pull the blinds.” 

“Thank you, Master.” Nick got the blinds and rushed to kneel between Luke’s legs. The musk filled Nick with lust and he gave into it. 

“You have gotten so much better at this.” Luke stretched out. “Hey. Get me a beer.” Luke lightly kicked Nick’s leg.

Nick let the dick out of his mouth with a groan. “Yes, Master.” Nick rushed to the fridge, returning with beer in hand, then back to sucking the dick. Nick loved servicing Luke in his own house. It gave him a special feeling of submissiveness. Nick’s cock was rock hard, but he concentrated on Luke’s until Luke came in his mouth. 

“Good job boy.” Luke got up, rubbed Nick’s head, pulled up his pants and headed out. Nick rolled over and stroked himself off. 

Luke texted Nick a lot, and Nick loved it every time. Having to suck a cock when the cock wanted sucking instantly became his favorite hobby. Any hour of the day or night, Nick would be headed to Luke’s place, or Luke would appear at his. Nick loved his life, and never discovered that his carelessness with a browser tab had made it all possible. 

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