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Living in an apartment complex in a big city has it’s perks and drawbacks. Dealing with noisy neighbors above, below, and beside me and taking guesses on whether the elevator will work today or if I’ll have to lug all my groceries up five flights of stairs. It also has its perks. Not having to maintain a yard or be responsible for scheduling repairs is nice. So when I noticed my tub faucet was spitting out a small stream of water despite being turned off, I simply put in an online maintenance request and waited for a response. 

My apartment has a bit of chic style to it, but is accented with small bits of rainbows and gay pride décor here and there, including a large framed poster stating Gay is the Way above the fake fireplace’s mantle. I would say it’s much tidier than the average 25 year old male’s apartment, but the minor lack of furniture probably contributes to that. A day after submitting the maintenance request, I sat around being super bored waiting to hear from them.

As boredom often does, this led me to getting on GayDemon and reading some erotic stories. I laid in my bed and stripped down to nothing, occasionally slowly stroking my hardening 7” cock. After some time, I decided to get my dildo and fuck myself. I laid a towel on the bed, grabbed my lube from nightstand along with my slender, veiny, 9” flesh colored toy. Pumping some lube into my palm, I stroke the thick silicone shaft up and down, then dabble some of the lube onto my hole. Wasting no time, I laid back and pressed the firm, fleshy tip to my hole and slowly pushed inside of myself.

“Ah!” I wince as a sharp pain shoots through my body. I withdraw and add some more lube. Thanks to the pandemic, it’s been months since I’ve gotten laid, and have had to rely on this convenient guy to satisfy my bottoming urges. With some more lube he slid right into my tight, hungry hole. Waves of pleasure begin to flow over my body as I push him deeper into me, then slowly withdraw up to the tip before plunging him back into me. I very very slowly increased my pace over the next couple of minutes and my wincing and moaning increased with it. Soon I was rhythmically nearly burying this thing into my body and withdrawing it to the tip. The room filled with sound – the silicone slapping my skin, my cock flopping against my furry stomach as my body lurched forward and backwards with my knees and feet in the air, the creaking of my bed with each thrust.

“Don’t stop on my account,” I hear a deep voice say from the doorway.

My bed being on the same wall as the doorway, I quickly look to my right and see a man standing there. Tall, probably 6 foot, 40’s I would guess, and a little on the heavier side but not obese, with a short stubbly beard and round face and short, messy dark hair. If his tool belt didn’t give the appearance enough, his black overalls, gray thermal, and black work boots looked very stereotypical of a repairman.

“Whoa! Shit!” I nearly yelled out of surprise and embarrassment. I dropped my feet to the bed and reached for the comforter and hurriedly covered my naked body up to my neck. “How did you get in here?!” I asked.

He chuckled deeply, “They gave me a key, and you marked online that we could enter the premises.” His eyes continued to look at the outline of my body covered by the heavy blanket tented by my knees.

“Couldn’t you announce yourself??” I asked, frustrated.

“Well I did, but I think you were having too much fun to hear me boy,” he said matter of factly.

My mouth opened as if to say something, but I didn’t know what to say. My blood-rushed face surely showing how embarrassed I was, he started again.

“Like I said, don’t let me interrupt boy,” he quickly pursed and licked his dry lips. “You got a leaky tub?”

Lost in thought, I could hardly speak.

“I – I um, uh,” I stammered.

He chuckled again and as he turned to walk away, “I’ll take a look. Like I said, don’t let me stop you.”

He turned and walked into the bathroom; which is on the other side of the wall my headboard is against, for perspectives sake. I dropped my head onto the pillow and lowered my knees which pushed the dildo another inch inside of me, making me quietly wince before I caught myself. My hard cock had fallen limp out of pure shock. What is happening, I thought, my eyes wide and scanning the ceiling as if the answer is in the popcorn above me. I heard him shuffling around in the bathroom and a couple of metallic clangs. I tried to replay what had just happened in my mind, what he might’ve seen before I saw him, what he had said, how he looked at me, and finally I thought about him. My cock slowly began to harden again. I flexed my semi-hard cock as it grew firm and my hole briefly tightened around the probe 7” deep inside of me.

“Mm,” I let escape. As my cock grew hard, I began to slowly move my hips again and very gently pump my dildo back and forth, deep inside of me. I thought about how there was a stranger in my apartment and I’m naked and fucking myself on my bed. He’d told me to keep up whatever I was doing – why? Does this happen often to repairmen, I thought? Was he just being polite? Do they just brush it off and continue with work? But he called me boy! Why was he looking at my body? Did he like what he saw? As I thought, I became more comfortable with the idea that he was in the next room, working away. Before long, I kinda liked the idea that he was there. It was almost like being watched, but just being heard instead. I thought about him briefly. Recalling his burliness with his stubbly beard and the black overalls with the tool belt.

There were a few more metallic clangs from the bathroom. The quiet, gentle pumping of the dildo had fully stiffened my cock. I began to pump a little faster and gripped my stiff cock to keep it from smacking against my stomach. As I began to lurch my body with the thrusts, the bed creaked a few times, ending my attempt at staying silent. I slowed to long, slow pumps into my hole nearly withdrawing the dildo each time before gently pushing it as deep as I could handle without lurching my body which creaks the bed.

“Ahh,” I let escape again. “Mm,” again a moment later. I let go of my stiff cock and covered my mouth to try to muffle my involuntary sounds. I closed my eyes and began to imagine the thrill of this repairman listening to me. Then I began to imagine him watching me, first under the covers, but then throwing the covers off and showing him my naked body. He’d watch as I slowly fucked myself with this long, slender fleshy fake cock. I fantasized that maybe he begin to stroke himself through his overalls, his eyes running all along my naked body from across the room. He’d watch as my cock would shoot streams of cum all across my furry torso as I’d plunge my dildo as deep as it would go.

Abandoning my attempts of being silent, I let several short whimpers and moans escape through my lips, still muffled by my hand. Another clang came from the bathroom and I heard the metal fixture being adjusted through the wall. Just a moment later,

“All done in there, but I see you aren’t.”

Still covered up and opening my eyes, I jumped slightly in surprise and turned to look at him, taking my hand from my mouth. His tool belt was missing and a noticeable bulge took its place just below his waistline. He leaned against the doorway, this time looking me in the eyes.

Trying to be discreet, I very slowly push and pull the dildo in and out of me as he watches. The comforter lifts and drops slowly, probably giving me away though. I was just imagining this, I thought, now its happening! I didn’t say anything to him until another whimper escaped my lips.

“Mm!” as the dildo hit a certain spot inside of me.

He returned my whimper with a subtle grunt of approval.

“You wanna watch?” I mustered the courage to ask.

After a long moment of silence, he said dryly and with his deep voice “Not if you’re hiding under the covers.”

I pushed the comforter off of me. The cool air of the room covered my body and a quick shiver went through me.

“Mm, boy,” he grunted as his eyes scanned my white, lightly tanned skin covered in thin dark blonde hair on my chest and a furry happy trail all the way down to my overgrown bush of darker blonde and brown hair. He watched my fingers gently continue to push my dildo deep inside of me before pulling out again.

“Ah, mm,” I wince again.

“Does that feel good, boy?”

“Mmhmmm,” I whine.

He gripped his bulge through his overalls and squeezed it tightly and stroked it for a moment. Watching his eyes fixed on my lubed up hole, pried apart by the silicone, as he gripped himself made my body lurch. I closed my eyes and embellished a bit for him, moving my hips and wincing a few more times. As my guttural sounds grew louder and more frequent after a couple of minutes, I felt something I wasn’t expecting.

His rough, dry fingers connected with the tender skin of my inner thigh and I jumped as he squeezed me. I froze, and just as I opened my eyes he wrapped his palm around my rock hard 7” cock, pre cum slowly flowing from the tip. Without acknowledging me, he leaned down and promptly took my cock into his mouth. I hadn’t even heard him come to the side of the bed and now my cock was down his throat.

“Ahh agh aahh!” I moan, mostly in shock. I wanted this guy to watch me, I didn’t think he’d touch me! He began to bob up and down on my stiff cock. My knees still up from fucking myself, he gripped my naked thighs tightly as he sucked. My mouth agape, I let my hands fall to the bed, not knowing what to do right now – was I comfortable with this? Is the mere fact that I’m asking myself my answer? Just a moment later, I felt pressure in my hole. He had gripped the dildo and began to gently slide it deeper inside of me before withdrawing it only to softly plunge it back in. I continued to wince and moan from the pleasure, but my mind raced. I felt frozen. Helpless. Violated. I wondered if he misunderstood that I wanted him to just watch me. I thought I sort of asked him to just watch me. Did I invite him to do this to me? Was showing him my body an unspoken invitation? Was this his plan all along? Or did this just happen? Can I want something to stop if it feels this good? I winced loudly as he picked up his pace with the dildo.

“Ah, please,” I whine, “ah, ah, I – I don’t.. ahhh.. no – no, no!” he began pumping into my hole at a much faster pace. ‘No’ quickly turned to a much louder, “Oh – oh – oh – oh oh my god. Oh fuck!” He plunges my cock deep down his throat and quickens his pace with my hole and his mouth.

To a degree, despite the waves of delight and stimulation I was experiencing, I still felt as if he was violating me. Through my moans and whines and the writhing of my body – only pushing my cock further down his throat and making the dildo hit more places deep inside my hole – I still felt that this was wrong, dangerous, and so unlike me.

“Please, ah! Oh fuck, that feels so good. No, please. Stop,” I whined, my eyes shut as tight as my fists were clenched. I didn’t know what to do.

Just then, “Oh – oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I shout.

My body lurches upward, plunging my reddened cock as deep as it could go down his throat. At the same time he buried my dildo inside of me and then continued to thrust it into my in short bursts at a high rate of speed. He swallows what feels to be the first couple ropes of cum.

“Fuuuuuuck!” I shout just before he chokes and grips my cum and slobber covered dick with his course skin and raises his head.

Another rope of cum shoots from the tip of my throbbing cock and lands partly on my cheek and down onto my chin and neck. Then another rope, forming little white puddles all over my chest, the beads collecting in the body hair. A final short rope shot just a couple inches high and landed on the mans hand and I watched and felt as the cum made his rough, dry hands slick and warm. My cock so sensitive, I began to squirm as he slowly stroked from the base to the tip, as if to squeeze out every last bit of cum. He’d slowed now with the dildo and soon came to a stop when he released my slippery shaft.

“Fuck yeah, boy,” he said.

I dropped my head back down onto the pillow and let my body become a rag doll. Like jello I laid there for a moment, overcome with tingles and goosebumps, panting – I thought I saw stars. I could feel the sweat on my forehead and wished I had turned my fan on. I closed my eyes and let myself briefly drift into an almost dream-like state.

“I knew you’d like that, but didn’t expect that much cum,” he said, sounding proud of himself.

I collected my thoughts, “No… me neither,” I panted and rested my forearm on my forehead.

“You did good though,” he said as I heard him shuffle around.

“What do you mean?” I asked without moving. “I don’t know if I should’ve even –,”

He interrupted, “You got me good and ready.”

“What??”

I lift my head and open my eyes and see him standing right beside the bed. He’d removed his long sleeve thermal and undone his overalls, allowing them to fall to his knees. Having removed his clothes, now I could see that his body was very hairy, much more than mine. Short, dark curly hair covered his chest and rounded belly that protruded over his waistline a bit and continued all the way up to his arms and shoulders. His boxer briefs still around his waist, they were strained to the max it looked like, concealing a large, thick throbbing cock. At the end of it was a giant wet spot of pre cum that he’d already leaked.

“I don’t think th–,” I started.

“Quiet, now boy,” he ordered in his deep voice, sounding slightly more aggressive than before, “Now I know you liked that.” He furrowed his brow.

“Yeah, but you –,”

“No buts,” he said over me, this time a bit more assertive, “okay?”

I didn’t know what else to do. This man could clearly overpower me if he really wanted to by just his size alone. If I plainly told him no, would he listen? Would it upset him? Would he hurt me? My heart pounded and my mind raced as I stared at him glaring back.

He gripped his cock through his briefs with his right hand, “Okay, boy?” he repeated, much softer.

Fuck it, I thought, what am I gonna do?

“Okay,” I said quietly.

“Good boy,” he said quickly.

He instantly grabbed my thighs and spread them apart. I lay back, telling myself to just accept whatever he’s going to do to me. I close my eyes and try my best to steady my breathing and relax. He gently pulls the dildo from my hole and I loudly wince and twitch my body as it exits. I could feel my hole slightly agape having been pried apart for so long.

“Yeeaahh there ya go,” he said, again in a softer tone.

His finger pressed against my open hole and he felt the inside of me, still slippery from the lube. With no trouble, his whole index finger fit inside my hole while barely touching any flesh; I was literally gaping. Blowing past two fingers, he slides three deep into me, making me wince and writhe my body.

“Ah – ah!” I wince as he quickly finds my prostate, sore from being prodded for the last half hour.

He grunts in approval as I continue to twist and turn my body in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. After a few minutes, and with my cock having stiffened again from the stimulation, he pulls his fingers out. I tried to relax, figuring he’s going to fuck me now. Breathe, I told myself, maybe he’ll blow his load instantly and it’ll all be over. What if he doesn’t though. Maybe he’ll last all afternoon, I thought. Fuck, what have I done?

I lift my head and see him lower his boxer shorts to his knees. His cock was the girthiest I’ve ever seen! He had to be six inches around and six and a half inches long. His foreskin had been pulled back allowing his glistening, purple head to be seen. I stared at his is thick, unkept mound of dark pubes at the base of his thick shaft and swallowed hard. What have I done?

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed both of my thighs, turning and pulling me sideways off the bed, throwing my ankles to his shoulders and lifting my butt to his tree trunk of a cock sticking straight out, pulsing. I wince as he abruptly spins me.

“Aright, be a good boy now,” he said softly as he lifted my back with his right arm and gripped his cock in his left hand, positioning it at the entrance of my sore, gaping hole. As if he’d been in there before, he drove his bare cock deep into me with one strong thrust.

Loudly, and in unison, “Oooooh! Oh my god!”  –  “Ooooh! Fuck yeah boy!”

He stayed there, buried inside of me, raw. I felt his thick shaft spreading my hole further than its ever been before, pushing my insides apart from one another. His shaft pulsed against my warm, wet flesh as he grunted and glared at me, my feet beside his face. I gripped his forearms with all of my strength, as if I were falling and he was the only thing to hold onto.

“Yes! Yeess baby, yeah!” His tone softened.

My mouth still agape and feeling like I couldn’t even breathe, my body shuddered. I was so tense.

“Relax boy, relax,” he breathed loudly as if to tell me to follow his breath.

Finally I drew a long slow inhale, a quivering breath. The exhale even more shaky.

“There you go,” he said just before he began to slowly gyrate his hips into my rounded, sore butt.

Our eyes held onto the others and I tried my best to follow his loud, steady breaths. His slow, short thrusts continued and his face was one of pure bliss – mouth agape, brows raised, euphoric.

Soon my breathing was able to match his and he quickened his thrusts.

All I could manage to utter were combinations of, “Oh my god, fuck! Ouch – aw! Ahh, oh!”

As my hole slowly grew tolerant of being spread nearly three inches wide, each thrust became ever so slightly less painful and more pleasurable. I heard myself wincing, “Oh, fuck yes,” instead on no. I felt his tight grip behind my back and I squeezed the muscles beginning to swell from his arms as if to massage them.

I don’t know how long he pillaged and raped my hole, but soon I could feel my body covered in sweat, and felt the beads forming on his arms as I held onto him. I never had expected a feeling of elation to come over me, having been so concerned initially. I might have even smiled at one point as he continued to plow his full body weight into me. This feeling grew slowly at first but then grew all at once to feel as if there was a balloon inside of me. And then, bam! My cock began erupting thick white ropes of cum.

Turning from surprise to pleasure, I nearly yelled, “Oh! Oh! Ooohh! Oooohhhh!” as four, five, six ropes of cum shot across my face, my neck, and my chest. I could even taste cum that I’d guessed had shot into my open mouth.

“Oh fuck, boy!” the man matched my heightened volume, “Fuuck yeah!” he continued to thrust as my waves of orgasmic pleasure subsided, picking up his pace. “Yeahhh, yeahhh!” he was glaring at my body, glazed in my own cum from two separate orgasms.

Then he leaned over and dropped his fists to the bed, my kneecaps coming to my face. This opened my hole further for him to get deeper. He thrust his hips the fastest yet into me, our skin smacking loudly together as cum and spit and lube all combined. Both of us moaning and grunting together for another minute, he quickly pulled out and gripped his shaft. Like a stream of piss almost, he came! Warm milky white goo erupted onto my curled up body and shot deep into my open, gaping hole. I felt the warm liquid pool deep inside of my hole. I was suddenly soaked in both of our cum!

He hollered and grunted as I encouraged him, “Oh fuck yeah, cover me in your cum and fill me up! Oh yeeaahh!”

When his balls had completely drained of cum, he gripped his cock as it began to soften and pushed it back in. The pool of his cum inside of me squished and slurped as he gave a dozen last ditch, exhausted thrusts of desperation inside of me, panting.

He held himself up with his arms on either side of my head and panted in my face. A couple beads of sweat dripped from his brow and nose and landed on my body. I felt his cock softening inside of my hole, but he seemed to want to keep it there as long as I’d let him.

“Goddamn, boy,” he panted, “goddamn.”

He pulled out and I saw his flaccid cock, still four or five inches and girthy, but hanging towards the floor. It glistened from the cum and lube that it was covered in. He pulled his clothes back on and readied himself to leave.

“Thanks, boy. If you have any more maintenance issues, names Dirk.” He smirked and left the room, grabbing his tool belt in the doorway.

As I heard my apartment door close behind him, I lay silent, replaying what had just happened. Still wondering if this was rough sex or something far more serious. I did say okay, but mostly out of concern. Did you hate it? I asked myself. Did you like it? I didn’t know. What I did know is that I had the two most intense and cum-filled orgasms of my life just now.. and that I probably won’t be able to walk the rest of the day. 

“I can’t wait to fuck you again.” His voice was quiet, practically loud enough for me to hear him. Barely a whisper, he continued. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. When can I see you?”

I was in my bedroom, curled up on the floor beside my bed with the phone cradled to my ear. My heart was beating fast and I was trying to be quiet so no one would hear. “I can get away any day now. It’s the Christmas break so I don’t have school for another week.”

I heard him breathe in deeply and let it out slowly. “If I can free up my place, would you feel comfortable coming over?” He paused. “I want to fuck you in every room here.” He said with an obvious gruffness to his voice.

My cock was boning in my jeans. I gripped the phone tighter. “I’d love that.”

“Okay. How about Friday?” He quickly said. “I’ll have the place to myself all day till 5.” He sounded excited.

I swallowed nervously. Friday was the day after tomorrow. I couldn’t wait. “What time?”

“Anytime, after 10 to be safe.” I loved listening to his deep voice.

“I’ll come for 10 then.” I said without thinking.

He gave a little chuckle at my eagerness. “Miss me already do you boy?”

I smiled at this, knowing it was true. “I do.”

I heard him breath in slowly again, sounding so masculine and rugged. “Good. Cause I sure miss you boy.” There was a pause. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you…my cock in you….”

That made me grin wide. “Good.” I heard him laugh, before I asked him at last, “Just tell me where you live, and I’ll be there at 10 on Friday.”

Rick paused for a second on the other end of the phone, before rhyming off his address and even telling me where to park. “You know where it is?”

My heart was still beating fast as I wrote down the address. I was familiar with the area, not too far out and in a nice neighbourhood. It had been a couple weeks since I ran into Rick at the bathhouse after seeing my coach Steve leave just minutes before. Rick appeared from his room, that big muscled beefy body caught my attention right away. And when I made it back to his private room, I had an unbelievable connection with him once again, from the moment he kissed me till he exploded in my ass. I had found a new “daddy” and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Rick had given me his phone number and told me to call when I could. I called him once last week and we talked for a long time. We tried to plan another meeting at the bathhouse but with the holidays coming up, he couldn’t get away.

Today was Boxing Day, and he had asked me to call him at noon if I could. I had watched the clock the entire morning. When my mother announced at 11 o’clock she was going boxing day shopping, leaving me alone in the house at last, I slipped away to my room with the home phone to make the call.

I hadn’t seen Steve since I saw him coming out of the bathhouse that same night Rick fucked me. He didn’t come by the next Tuesday again, and it had been a couple weeks now due to my mother’s bowling night taking a Christmas break as well. I hadn’t heard from him at all.

There was a part of me that was still hurt, but a new part of me that realized I was lusting after Rick more and more. He kissed with more passion than Steve. When he called me “boy” it wasn’t degrading or insulting, but rather sincere and loving. And when he fucked me that second time, he wasn’t in it to just get off. He wanted to make love to me, as crazy as that sounds.

When I heard the doorbell, I ran down the stairs in a haze, realizing in two days I was going to see Rick. At his house. And I would get to know him more. And he wanted to fuck me in every room of his place.

I opened the door to see my hunk of a coach, Steve standing there with a grin. “Hey B.”

He had his big black winter coat on over a red sweater and his jeans. He wasn’t wearing a hat or gloves, and his grin caught me off guard. My heart skipped a beat as I stood in the doorway. “What are you doing here?”

“Are you alone?” He asked quietly, looking behind me.

“Yeah, but…” I started to say but he stepped inside, pushing me in and closing the door behind me. In one fast motion, he backed me straight up to the wall behind the door and pinned me to it, kissing me hard. I was too surprised to resist at first, but my erection in my pants made me cave and I was kissing him back just as frantically. The fact was I missed him. And I was suddenly so happy and aroused to have him in my arms again.

But some blood must have made it to my head because I pushed him back, startling him. “Where have you been?!” I asked, sounding more like a jealous wife than I intended.

His eyes widened in shock, but then his sexy smile took over and he gave me a couple quick pecs. “Did you miss me?” He laughed.

I slapped his chest, but his big puffy coat took the brunt. “I waited for you that Tuesday night after the spa. You didn’t show up, or call.” He took my wrists in his hand and held them to our chests, and tried to kiss me again, but I turned away.

“Oh, come on, don’t be mad.” He looked down and into my eyes. “I couldn’t get away that night. And then I knew the last few weeks your mom was around, and I didn’t have a chance to call you.” His voice went softer, and his eyes pleaded with mine. He looked every bit the part of a liar.

“But you could get away to the spa without me?” It came out fast, without a thought or warning from my head.

He heard it, and stood up a bit in front of me, still holding my wrists in his hand. He looked down at me seriously. Finally, he simply asked, “What?”

I swallowed hard, looking up at this giant of a man standing in front of me. He was a foot taller and outweighed me by probably 100 pounds. His handsome face looked suddenly stern.

“I saw you.” I said quietly. I felt a rush of emotion rising in me and I tried not to act like a whining girl, but I couldn’t stop it. “I saw you leaving the place one night.” Tears filled my eyes.

Steve stared at me, the tension between us odd. Finally, he said, “You followed me?”

I shook my head. “No, I didn’t follow you.”

“So, then you went back on your own?” He frowned at me, and suddenly I felt like I had done something wrong.

I shook my head again. “No, not really. I just, sort of…drove by it to see.” He let go of my wrists and took a step back. “And then I saw you coming out….and it…well….” I stopped talking, realizing I was the one begging him to forgive me. This was not the way I had planned it.

He put his hands on his hips and looked at me. “Did you go in?”

I hesitated. I looked up at his eyes burning into me. Suddenly he looked like the jealous one. “I did after I saw you leave.”

He took a step back towards me. “And?”

I pressed myself against the wall. “And what?”

He moved his body so that it was inches from mine, his arms coming up to the wall beside me, his hands placed right against my ears. “And what did you do in there?” His voice was calm, quiet, and eerily frightening.

“Nothing really.” I lied.

Suddenly he slapped the wall with his palm scaring me with the sound directly at my ear. But the sound seemed to shake me awake and confront him.

I took a deep breath in and looked up at this enormous man. “What about you? What did YOU do in there?”

Steve lowered himself so he was level with my face and glared at me. “It is none of your business what I do in there during the week, you hear me?” The tone of his voice scared me.

I found myself frowning though. “It was the weekend that I saw you.”

He inhaled deeply, realizing he was caught. It registered in my head at the same moment too. It wasn’t just the one time.

He grabbed my wrist again and pulled me out of the hallway and towards the stairs to my basement. “I KNEW I shouldn’t have taken you there. You got a taste of others, didn’t you?!” He yelled as he pushed me forward.

“I was curious that’s all!” I shouted back as he moved us into the finished rec room downstairs and pushed me up against the wall beside the sofa. At least we weren’t by the front door anymore, but this seemed to scare me more.

“So what? You don’t want me anymore?” He yelled in my face.

I shrunk back but found the courage to yell back. “Don’t you mean YOU don’t want ME anymore?!”

This question shocked him into silence, and he held me against the wall looking at me. Then his face changed, and he softened. His eyes suddenly returning to normal and he peered at me in a look of disbelief.

“I want you all the time Brian.” His voice was quieter. “Like all the time.” He was whispering now, and his eyes shut. “I can’t stop.”

I was breathing hard, looking at him. His head lowered, but his hands remained on me, holding me against the wall.

“But why did you go back there?” I asked quietly.

But instead of answering, he just looked up at me suddenly, and then his face met mine in a hard kiss. It took me by surprise, and I tried to push him away to get him to answer. But as I tried to push him back, he only increased in his desire to continue to kiss me.

And then his body was against mine, and he was pressing me forcefully into the wall as his mouth covered mine. He was pushing his hips into me, and I could feel his cock growing in his jeans as he humped against me into the wall.

“Stop,” I heard myself saying in between the assault on my mouth and his hands and hips on me.

“No!” he moaned, “I can’t.” He pinned my hands above my head on the wall and held my wrists in one hand as he pulled his coat off with the other. And then he undid his jeans with his hand as he continued to try to kiss me.

“Steve, wait…” I tried to say.

But I was no match for this 240 pound man.

He pulled me off the wall and spun me around, slamming me back into it and pinning me to it, forcing the breath out of me as his hand reached around to find the button to my jeans. He was panting and breathing hard. “I want you all the time. I can’t get enough.” He moaned in my ear.

“Steve, don’t. Not like this!” I heard myself pleading.

“I told you I was a monster before.” He moaned again, his breath on my neck as he one-handedly opened my jeans and started shoving them down my ass.

“Steve!” I screamed, realizing he wasn’t going to stop.

“Shhhh!” He grunted in my ear. “I know you want me. You’ll always want me.” His cock was freed from his pants and he was pressing it against my now exposed ass.

“Stop!!” I screamed again as I felt him back up and spit on his dick.

He let go of my wrists and slapped his hand around my mouth to stop me from screaming. His mouth was at my ear as I felt his slicked cock push inside my clenched ass. “Shhhhh….” He whispered. “I know you want it. I made you into this. You’re mine baby.” His voice was soothing me a bit, but I was trembling in fear as he pushed it straight into me.

I cried as I felt him invade me so roughly, pinned to the wall. He shoved his cock so hard and fast in me I was lifted momentarily off the ground and yelled into his hand.

He held himself inside me, his entire shaft impaled completely to his balls. “See, you want me.”

He didn’t wait, just started fucking me against the wall with deep hard thrusts. Each one brought a sentence from his mouth beside my ear.

“You’re going to remember this.”

I shut my eyes tight, feeling the tears escaping.

“I’ll always be your first.”

His hand slipped down to my neck and he held me as my mouth hung open.

“You’re a cock whore now.”

My face was plastered against the wall sideways, his beard scratching my face, my hands splayed against the wall as I took it.

“You’re going to need cock all the time now.” He drilled into me harder with that one. “You’ll always wish it was mine!”

He moved his hands down and grabbed me around the front of my crotch. He was so big and tall, that his hands moved to my legs under my balls and lifted me up off the ground and started to fuck me hard and fast. I grunted with each thrust, a mix of pain and pleasure. Steve was raping me, but there was still a part of me that loved this man. It felt good, even though it was so wrong.

“Stop.” I moaned quietly as he held me in his hands above the ground. I was completely powerless which seemed to turn him on more, fucking me harder relentlessly.

“You don’t want me to stop, do you.” He teased, his tongue at my ear. His mouth found mine and he snaked his tongue in me. I gasped and my mouth opened again at the pounding I was getting, allowing him into my mouth.

And surprisingly, I kissed him back.

“Yeah baby. I know you want me.” He snarled at me.

I reached around and grabbed the back of his hair with one hand, pulling at him as he continued to rape my ass. But now I was arching back and grunting along with him. I was mad. Angry. Furious with him. I wanted it to end. Fast.

“Just FUCK ME!” I screamed at him, tears rolling down my face as he pounded me roughly.

My words hit him, and he growled loudly and fucked me harder than he ever did. I wasn’t sure how much longer my ass could take it.

“You! Are! Mine!” He yelled and shoved his dick so far in me I screamed along with his guttural moans of explosion as he came inside me. He thrust hard into me again, letting his moans grow even louder with every unloading of his sperm, until his final thrust left his cock deep inside me. Steve held me against him, still off the ground, but my feet were somehow wrapped behind me and around him.

I blinked carefully, realizing he was done. I held my breath, waiting for him to release me. Hoping he would let me go and put me down.

Instead, he leaned into me again and kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth like an unwelcome guest. He pulled back slightly and sneered at me. “You’ll feel this tomorrow baby. And you’ll remember that I am your man.”

He lifted me off his cock and set me down in front of him against the wall and backed away from me. I leaned against the wall, my legs shaking under me. I leaned my face against the wall and let out a sigh. I couldn’t move and relied on the wall to hold me up.

I turned slightly and could see him behind me, lifting his jeans up and tucking his softening cock into his underwear and jeans. He was looking at me, with a saddened expression. I didn’t want to turn my head to face him.

“I’m sorry Brian.” He said quietly. “I can’t control myself anymore.”

The last sentence he said even more softly. I moved slightly, slowly reaching down to my knees to grab my pants where they had slid down, and gingerly pulled them up.

Steve let out a deep breath. “I’m so sorry Brian.” He said quietly again. He moved swiftly towards me, but it wasn’t the same as before, and I didn’t move. I felt his big body touch me lightly before his wrapped me in a hug from behind.

I froze. This no longer felt the same with him.

And then I heard him breath into my ear. “I love you.”

When I didn’t respond, he released me again and stepped back once again. I turned around to face him, seeing him looking rather sheepishly, his hands now in his jeans pockets. I wiped my face, feeling a small ounce of courage as I looked at him. But he suddenly appeared even larger, ominous

“That wasn’t love.” I said softly.

He pursed his lips and started to speak but I just shook my head. I took a deep breath and moved toward his coat on the floor. I bent down tentatively, keeping an eye on him, and picked it up. I held it out to him.

“Here.”

His eyes looked at me full of sorrow and pain. “Brian?…I’m sorry….”

“Just take it.” I said still holding his coat.

He sighed, and slowly moved his hand up to the coat taking it from my grip.

I leaned against the wall and watched him slowly start towards the stairs. He didn’t look back, and I tried hard not to look at him either. I realized I was holding my breath when I heard the front door open and then close and I breathed at last.

I ran up the stairs and made sure the door was locked, collapsing on the floor in a heap shaking uncontrollably and crying. I hugged my knees into me and tried to calm myself down.

The only thought running through my head: I loved him too.

I wiped my face with a sense of finality and convinced myself to stop acting like a baby. Without thinking, I jumped up suddenly and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time and grabbed the phone and went back to my room. He was the first person I thought of to call. I held the phone, ready to call Rick, but something stopped me.

This wasn’t what I needed just yet. I needed to be alone.

I never saw Steve again.

I found out he walked out on his family the following week. Started the new year by taking off. Left a note on the kitchen table for his wife. No reason, just said he was done. She didn’t see it coming.

I saw Trevor a few times afterwards, around town. But we never talked about his dad.

Eventually I heard that Steve had left and moved to another town, moved in with another woman even. But I never knew where. And I never knew why he left so suddenly. He left everyone. Even me. Without a word. I suspected it was because of me. I blamed myself. Like this was all my fault.

We all have a first, the one that makes us remember what it felt like. Steve was mine. To this day he holds the best memories in the beginning, and the worst in the end.

At the time, I moved on quickly though with Rick, to try to push it down and get over it. Rick became my new father figure. My new man. And I tried to fix what I had just lost to see if I could find real love.

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I love Canada. I vacation there a few times a year, but it’s always Toronto, Quebec, or out west. Last year I decided on Halifax.  Weeks before my trips, I usually put out feelers on Squirt to meet compatible men. Its hit or miss but Florida and Canada always seem to pay off.

Im a pure bottom and while looks aren’t that big a deal, confidence and experience matter.  Only Tops with a clear idea of purpose get me to that sub space that I desire. I like to meet older, bigger guys who know what they want.   After comparing a few replies, I responded to a 45 yr old guy who’s pics and profile were ace. We decided on meeting at my hotel and after arriving, we made firm plans. I met him in the lobby. He was tall, lean and nice looking without being pretty.

We entered my room and his hand reached out and turned me around slowly. He gently kissed me on the neck while undoing my pants. After sliding off my jeans and underwear, he moved to the bed and told me to kneel with my mouth open. He even put a pillow down for my comfort.

As it sprang out, I was breathless. Long, and I mean like 9 inches–I had never seen this in person before, let alone handled one this impressive. My tongue out, he guided his head gently to enter my mouth. His hands on my chin, he went in deeper until I gagged. I tried repeatedly to get into pace with him, but his length kept pushing my gag reflex. He then massaged my throat a bit and told me to yawn. He pushed in again and it worked I slowly deep-throated him, feeling the slippery pre-cum in my mouth. I wanted him to cum but he said that head was only foreplay and that his goal was loosening my ass up for deep insertion. Still on my knees he kissed me deeply and I felt his hands move to play with my ass. As he pushed up against my anus, he realized the challenge ahead.

He lifted me to the bed and spread my legs to tongue my ass and work the muscle looser. It was glorious. I wanted all of him. He went for his bag as I lay face down, head in a pillow, waiting to be mounted. I could feel the coolness of the lube as he worked it around and deeply within me. 2 fingers was okay but 3 started to get uncomfortable, but I got used to it.

His cock, covered in lube pushed up against my opening. He popped in and I gasped in pain and pleasure. He slowly moved inside careful not to tear me. When he was half way, I felt so good. Then the pain started. I wanted him to stop, but I also wanted him to fuck me deep. He stopped and pulsed for a bit, giving me time to conform to his massive length. When I felt ready, he continued slowly. Every time it felt impossible, I would push out slightly to allow more of him in. Finally, he was in completely and each slow thrust turned into a wave of pleasure. When he was at his deepest, he would flex his head and then withdraw, just keeping his head inside. With his length, the strokes took a wonderful 2 seconds. He never slammed me, but my tightness combined with his increased speed, was doing wonders for us both.

I could feel when he was close and wanted to time his withdrawal so that I could turn and drink his fluid as he pulled out and shot, but his idea was different. I was in no position to dictate. His low pitch grunting got more intense….His grip on my hips got tighter…As he started to climax, he slowed and pushed deeper and deeper …his head flexing and …Release! I could feel the internal shower; the pressure of a huge load being shot into me. He pumped as he held my hands behind me–I was just a receptacle now. His grunts subsided and he just gripped me like a toy. As he was still in deep, he reached down and jerked me just a few times causing me to shoot. I exploded unlike ever before. He slowly withdrew and as I lay there gaping, he enjoyed watching as his cream rolled out of me and onto the sheets.

He stayed for a bit and we chatted. It’s rare to find such compatibility with both sexual appetite and physical structure, but when it happens – Wow! Oh Canada… thank you.  

I never understood why people made such a big deal out of Fleet Week. I mean sure, the old tropes about sailors on shore leave had some sentimental appeal, but in our post-Don’t Ask Don’t Tell world was anything seriously scandalous going to happen? Despite my skepticism Fleet Week also coincided with the official start of summer, so we were all going out. I’d been dating my boyfriend David for just about a month and we’d made plan to meet up with a few friends at The Boiler Room, a charmingly divey gay bar in the East Village. 

It was early evening, and still fairly quiet so we grabbed drinks from the bar and posted up near the pool table. I had forgotten the fleet week was in full swing until a pack of young men in dress white’s ambled into the bar. It was pretty clear that most of them were straight, but it was nice to know that stigma had diminished so much in recent years that a gaggle of straight sailors wasn’t above scoring a few free drinks from fawning Manhattan gays. I was about to share this observation with a friend when I realized that most of our group had joined the loose chattering circle that had formed near the sailors at the bar. I chuckled to myself and re-racked the pool balls for another round. 

David was just about to break when a lanky young sailor wandered over. He was young, no older than 22, but firm. I had to admit that he filled out the uniform nicely. His close-cropped dark hair and bright blue eyes made a nice contrast with the clean white fabric. He paused a second like he wasn’t sure what to say so I motioned to the table to indicate that he was welcome to take my place if he wanted to play. 

“Thanks” he said smiling and picked up the cue. He wasn’t much of a talker but they shot a friendly game and when the sailor easily trounced David (he had many great qualities but his pool game left a lot to be desired) I played the winner. Despite his reserved manner we learned that he was from Texas, then he enlisted in the Navy because his older brother had and that this was his first time in New York. 

“So what are you doing here?”  David asked, depositing another round of drinks in front of us. This implication was clear, but there was no reason to be pushy. I did get a curious vibe off the guy but that was his business. 

“Oh, you know, the guys just wanted to come in and check it out,” he said glancing at his friends across the bar who were still holding court from the broken down couches that occupied a corner of the room.  “I’ve never been to a…bar like this before,” he said coyly. David glanced at me but I decided that answer was too noncommittal. We finished our game, shook hands, and rejoined our friends who by now were dancing enthusiastically to Britney. He made his way back to the group of sailors in the corner. 

The night moved on as these things do. The crowd grew, people paired off, or went to look for a new location. Soon it was just me and David and we’d transitioned from dancing to an admittedly sloppy tipsy makeout session in a dark corner of the room. Out of the corner of my eye I’d caught our sailor friend watching us throughout the night and now was no different. At some point his friends must have taken off. I thought he left with them but now I noticed he was back, propped up at the bar looking slightly worse for wear (too many free vodka sodas I guessed). He was nominally chatting with a twink that was desperately trying to gain his attention, but his slightly glassy eyes were trained right on us. I held his gaze as I once again shoved my tongue into David’s mouth, giving his ass a very visible squeeze in the process. 

“Look at the bar” I whispered into David’s ear as I spun around, pressing him against the wall and giving him a chance to look over my shoulder. I’m still not sure what he did, he must have mouthed something because the young sailor abandoned the bar and wandered over toward us. We broke our kiss, acting casual. I could see from the way he swayed slightly that he was relying on a bit of liquid courage.

“How’s your night going? We thought you left” David asked cheerfully. 

“Oh uh we did. I did. But I came back.” he said fumblingly.

“That’s cool!” David said smiling. He placed his hand on the sailor’s arm and gave it a little squeeze, skirting the line between friendly and flirty. 

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I said calmly. Once again holding his gaze before glancing at David. It was now or never I figured. Either he’d read cues or not. I looped around the corner and opened the door to the single bathroom, pleased to find it unoccupied (a relative rarity) I ducked inside and left the latch open. David followed a moment later, pulling the sailor by the wrist. Subtlety wasn’t really a factor in this environment I guess, but there was something fun about pretending to slip away. We shoved the door shut and latched it. David moved toward the sailor aiming for a kiss but he quickly pulled away.

“I just want to watch.” He said nervously. Not what we were hoping for, but what the Hell,

I pulled David into me and we began to kiss. With my free hand I gave the sailor a shove indicating that he should take a seat on the toilet and get comfortable. A moment later I noticed that he had unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, a truly impressive nine niches that he was slowly stroking. Through his half-open fly I could see a mass of dark pubes indicating a distinct lack of manscaping that was rare these days among gay and straight guys alike. 

As I watched him stroke I slid my hands down to David’s waist.  Hooking my fingers underneath the waistband of his jeans and his tight briefs I pulled them down to his hips revealing his perfect bubble butt to our guest. I knew from personal experience that his twin perky orbs dusted with just the right amount of dark hair were a pleasant view. 

I saw his mouth drop open, slightly, his eyes were trained on David’s ass. I reached down and gave his cheeks a squeeze spreading them to reveal his tight hole. The sailor sped up the place of his stroking. Guiding David we moved a little closer, so he could continue to admire the view as we kissed. I even slide my middle finger into David’s now sweaty hole, making him moan into my mouth. My own cock was rock hard in my jeans but I was focused on putting on a show. 

Fortunately, my boyfriend is more than game, arching his back so that his ass is now inches from the sailor’s face, close enough to smell. He doesn’t move forward, but he also doesn’t move away, now jerking his cock violently as he stares into David’s musky hole. I could see that he was drawn to it, he just needed the final push. 

Breaking our kiss again I spun David around. He was now straddling the ass drunk sailor, his hard cock inches from his face. David smiled as I gave his shoulder a firm but gentle press, pushing him slowly down onto the sailor’s now precum slick cock. He moaned theatrically as the man’s dick slid into his ready hairy hole. The sailor responded in kind, moaning so loudly I was sure the gays waiting outside the bathroom could hear him. 

“I don’t…” he started but David leaned forward, pulling the now helpless sailor into a deep kiss as his tight hole slowly swallowed his hard cock, gripping it tightly in its warm embrace. The sailor struggled for a moment and then gave in to the kiss, pushing his tongue into David’s mouth and allowing his to be invaded in return. His nine-inches now nestled firmly in my boyfriend’s guts, I unzipped my pants and let my own hard cock spring free from confinement. 

His zips still locked on the sailor’s, David began to slowly lift himself off the man’s slick cock before dropping himself down on it again, repeatedly skewering his own tight hole as he established a rhythm. I knew from experience that he was expertly clenching his hole to maximize the man’s pleasure as he took control of the situation. 

I tapped David’s shoulder and he broke the kiss, correctly interpreting my signal that he was now free to focus completely on controlling the sailor’s cock with his perfect hole. The sailor gasped in pleasure as David’s hole embraced his cock with his full attention. 

“Nuh…no…I can’t.” the sailor mumbled, seemingly experiencing a moment of clarity. That clarity was soon wiped away by the sensation of my boyfriend’s tight hole sliding up and down his shaft. Still, I thought, probably better not to leave anything to chance at this point. 

Placing my hand firmly on the back of his head I slowly but forcefully pulled his mouth toward my own hard cock. He hesitated for a moment but I pushed forward, shoving the head of my cut 8 inches into his mouth, leaving a small smear of precum on his upper lip. For a moment he seemed not to know what to do so I grabbed him hair and gently eased him back and forth, showing him the right rhythm for sucking cock. To my surprise, he seem began to participate himself, running his tongue up and down my shaft.

I made eye contact with David who smiled a mischievous smile back and sped up his pace like the sailor’s dick was a dimestore dildo. I felt the man moan again, his lips still sealed around my cock. I would have enjoyed another minute of his attention but I wanted him fully engaged. I pulled my cock from his mouth and began to strike as David put his hands on his shoulders and began bouncing on his cock. David moaned and the sailor issued another guttural grunt as the orgasm overtook him, emptying his load into my boyfriend’s waiting hole. Still David didn’t stop, continuing to bounce on the sailor’s cock for a full minute as he milked another load from the young seaman. I heard the wet plop that indicated David slowly sliding off the sailor’s now deflating dick. 

For his part, the sailor, still in uniform leaned back on the toilet, his head lolling to one side looking totally blissed out and more than a little confused. His eyes looked up at me just in time to catch a rope of cum as I stroked myself to orgasm depositing my load directly onto the boy’s waiting face. 

Before he could fully gather his wits David has already pulled his pants back on. I zipped up my own jeans and gave the young man a pat on his remaining dry cheek. 

“Welcome to New York,” I said with a smile as we both exited the bathroom leaving the young sailor disheveled and soaked in cum. As expected there was a line waiting outside the bathroom door. We smirked at the small queue of men and headed out into the night, secure in the knowledge that we’d done our patriotic duty. 

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Things weren’t working out as Ralph tried to concentrate on the worksheet in front of him. The figures kept getting fuzzy and meaningless, no matter how hard he tried. No. Things weren’t working out at all!

Ralph was gay. That was fine. He wasn’t “out” but he had enjoyed the company of other guys in bed. But with Nick, things were getting sticky.

The thing was that Nicolas had a girlfriend! Fuck, Ralph was thinking, how did I get myself involved in this? He had met Nick at a party and sort of hit it off with him. They shared many interests and their relationship developed naturally until eventually Nick’s cock slid into Ralph’s ass and they fucked.

Well, it wasn’t that simple, really. Both Ralph and Nicolas were adult males, in their mid-twenties, quite handsome and fit. Ralph was attracted to Nick from the first moment he laid his eyes on him. For Nicolas, it was a bit different. His bonding with Ralph did not initiate as a sexual bonding. It was more of a male bonding. Ralph had not made any sexual overtures, and their conversations were very man-to-man-buddy-to-buddy type of conversations.

The first indication of sexual attraction that Nick actually showed was when they were swimming in the club they both were members of. Ralph was resting on the side of the pool, both arms stretched out behind his head, enjoying the way his friend’s muscles stretched and rippled as he did his laps. Suddenly, he heard Nick cry out!

“Fuck,” he heard Nick’s painful cry. “A cramp! Fuck!”

Ralph immediately went to his friend’s aid. He dragged Nick to the side of the pool. Nick grabbed the rail, moaning with pain as he lifted his leg pointing to his thigh. Ralph started a slow massage over Nick’s thigh, trying to ease the cramp. Needless to say, Ralph got excited. He had never touched his friend’s body before, but now his hand was kneading the inside of Nick’s hairy thigh! He imagined himself moving further up to touch the balls and beyond! This got him an erection. Luckily, he was in the water.

Finally, Nick lifted himself up and out of the pool and lay on the edge on his back. Ralph had no choice but to stay in the pool because of his erection. He couldn’t take his eyes off his friend’s body, wet, sexy, with a nice bulge inside his swim Speedos.

“Oh, man,” Nick was breathing heavily. “That hurt like fuck!” He started rubbing his thigh to ease the pain. “Thanks, Ralph. You probably saved my life. That was quick thinking and you seem pretty good at massaging.”

This sounded like an invitation, and Ralph couldn’t refuse. He reached over, his lower half still in the water, hiding his raging hard-on inside his baggy swim trunks, and resumed his massaging of his friend’s thigh.

“Oh, yes,” Nick moaned. “Man, you’re so good.”

A thought hit Ralph. He knew he had to make the best out of this opportunity.

“You know what?” he suggested. “We need to use some kind of oil or something to relieve the cramp. Let’s go see if we can find something we can use. I’m sure the guys in the club can help out.”

Actually, one of the club attendants was approaching, noticing Ralph massaging Nick’s thigh.

“What’s the matter, guys?” he asked as he got near.

“A cramp,” Nick answered.

“Is there a place where we can get some oil and massage the cramp away?” Ralph asked, still in the pool, but feeling his erection subside.

“Sure,” the attendant said. “Follow me.”

The attendant led them into a massage cubicle. There were oils and stuff in there. “You can use this room and whatever you need. Shall I call one of our masseurs to handle this?”

Ralph and Nick glanced at each other. “Nah,” Nick said as he climbed onto the massage table. “Ralph is doing a good job. We’ll manage. Thanks.”

Ralph started applying oil on Nick’s thigh and massaging up and down. Needless to say, his erection returned! Nick noticed him squirming and trying to press his crotch against the edge of the massage table. Slowly, Nick moved his hand, his eyes closed, toward Ralph’s lower back. Ralph kept massaging the thigh, moving further up to the edge of the Speedos. Nick’s dick had elongated appreciatively, stretching the swim Speedos fabric sideways. Nick’s hand reached Ralph’s butt cheek and instinctively Ralph pressed his erection onto the side of the massage table, his butt cheek rippling under Nick’s groping hand..

Ralph’s mind was in a whirl. What was happening here? He knew that Nick had a girlfriend. What was he doing touching his butt? Fuck! He decided to let his instincts take over. Very tentatively, he ran his hand over Nick’s bulge, looking at Nick’s face to watch for his reaction. Nick still had his eyes closed, but was rubbing Ralph’s butt cheek and arching his back at Ralph’s touch on his dick. Nick moaned.

Both men quickly moved away from each other as they heard the attendant approaching. Ralph resumed the massage. “Everything ok, guys?” he asked as he put his head in.

“Yea, thanks,” Nick said, somewhat hoarsely. “I think I’m much better now.” He slid off the massage table but his bulge was noticeable. Ralph didn’t dare move away because of his own erection. The attendant nodded his head and left.

“Phew,” Nick exclaimed. “That was close.” He eyed Ralph’s erection. “We almost got caught!”

“What are you trying to do, Nick?” Ralph asked incredulously. “You were feeling me up!”

“So were you, buddy,” Nick laughed.

“Man, you reached for my butt first,” Ralph argued.

“You had a hard-on, bro, and I had to show my gratitude, hadn’t I?”

“So, you would grab a guy’s ass whenever you want to show your gratitude?” Ralph couldn’t believe they were having this conversation.

Nick wrapped his arm around Ralph’s shoulder as they walked out of the massage booth. “There is something you should know, Ralph, my friend,” he said.

“Yea?”

“Yea,” Nick continued. “This is just between you and me, ok?” Ralph nodded. Nick continued in a hushed voice, “I go both ways, sexually.”

Ralph couldn’t believe his ears. He looked at his friend incredulously.

“What do you mean, Nick?”

“What I mean is that I would like for us to become closer. Jane is away for the weekend. Why don’t you come over for a drink or something?”

No, no, no! This could never work out, Ralph mused as he sipped his coffee and dragged on his cigarette in his small apartment some two hours later. He reflected on the swimming pool cramp incident over and over. Was there really a cramp, or was it a ruse Nick used to get to him?

And then, how could such a relationship work? Certainly, Nick was a very attractive man, and Ralph wouldn’t hesitate starting something with him, other things being normal. They were both young, friends, hunks—so to speak—and basically hot-blooded men. But there was Jane! Nick was going out with her. Ralph could bet that Nick was fucking her, too.

Ralph developed an erection every time he remembered how he massaged Nick’s sexy thigh and how Nick groped his butt cheek. He was so confused. He looked down at his bulge in the shorts he was wearing. His cock was outlined nicely. His mind reacted in line with what his cock needed. And right now, Nick was at the top of the list.

And why wouldn’t it work out? Ralph asked himself. Nick confessed that he was bisexual. He also showed, in very clear terms, that he was interested in Ralph. Ralph could make it work out. It was more than just a possibility, Ralph considered. After all, many men dated and went out with more than one woman simultaneously. Jane did not need to know. Or would she suspect? And then what? What kind of scene would develop?

Oh, man, Ralph thought. This could turn out to be ugly. A voice sounded in his head: “But is that your problem, Ralphie? That’s Nick and Jane’s problem. So stop being a dick and start enjoying yourself. Carpe diem.”

Putting all doubts aside, Ralph dressed and headed for Nick’s place, carrying a six-pack of beer and some fruit. Nick opened the door, wearing shorts and t-shirt.

“Hey, buddy,” Nick smiled. “I’m glad you made it.”

Ralph handed the beer and fruit over as he entered Nick’s much larger apartment with a view of the city.

“Yes, I made it. Thanks for inviting me over.”

He felt that he should sound more friendly and open, knowing that Nick’s invitation was intended for more than beer guzzling and fruit nibbling. But he couldn’t get used to the idea that he was sharing Nick with a girl. The little voice inside his head reminded him that it wasn’t really his problem. Carpe diem, no?

They lounged for a while, sipping beer, talking about small things.

Finally, Ralph couldn’t take the stress any longer. “So, Nick, you and Jane… ah… you’re not together anymore?” He had to know.

“What do you mean?” Nick asked. “Of course we’re together. Whatever gave you that idea?”

“What gave me that idea, Nicolas,” Ralph insisted, “is the fact that I am here after you grabbed my ass, and, what’s more, I will be spending the weekend with you, hoping to get you into a fucking bed! That’s what gave me the idea, Nick, buddy!”

Ralph couldn’t hide the sarcasm in his tone. He had to know how things stood before anything serious started.

Nick’s response came immediately, and without words. He bent towards Ralph, held Ralph’s head in one hand, and kissed him on the mouth, his other hand rubbing on Ralph’s crotch. Ralph’s breath was totally taken away. He wrapped his arms around Nick’s neck and returned the kiss by opening his mouth and playing his tongue on his friend’s lips, enjoying the electrifying feeling of his cock being rubbed. What the fuck, he thought as Nick’s tongue probed into his mouth. He licked Nick’s lips and tasted his sweet breath mingled with beer. The scent set his cock to raging mode.

They undressed, still kissing, still rubbing. Their making out on the couch was so intense, so expectedly unexpected! Ralph was in heaven. Nick, on the other hand, was experiencing a long-awaited sensation of another man in his arms, soon to be naked. It had been before he started going out with Jane, some nine months ago, since he had had any sex with another guy. He was hungry for this and he displayed his lust with his mouth and his body.

The two young men moved slowly to the bedroom, losing their clothing on the way there. Nick lay on his back and Ralph started on his body, licking and slurping: the lips, the neck, the hairy chest, the pink nipples, the long trail toward the thick pubes, the engorged cock, the hanging balls, the inside of the thighs, down the legs, to the feet.

Nick squirmed and moaned, his dick quivering and throbbing with desire. Ralph was elated by Nick’s cock: a thick, cut, hard, 18-centimeter long man tool, with a throbbing mushroom head and a wet slit. Nick hadn’t shaved his pubes; they were brownish in color, curling around the base and down to the balls and crack opening. He looked so enticingly masculine.

Then it was Nick’s turn. With Ralph finally getting off his body and standing so close to him, Nick took Ralph’s cock in his mouth. Ralph was well-endowed as well, with a thick 16-centimeter uncut cock. Pulling down on the foreskin, Nick tongued the sensitive pink cockhead, swirling around it, and then wrapping it with his wet lips, sliding down on the shaft. Placing his hand around Nick’s head, Ralph arched his back and thrust down his friend’s mouth. Gagging, Nick pulled away, stroking the dripping cock.

“Easy, man. Let me take my time.”

Still holding Nick’s head, Ralph pushed his cock back into Nick’s mouth. Nick sucked, trying to take in as much shaft without gagging. Moving slowly, without losing contact, Ralph climbed on top of Nick, positioning himself sixty-nine, and took Nick’s erection in his mouth as he pressed his crotch down on Nick’s face. Nick had a larger cock, of course. Fisting the shaft, Ralph slowly swallowed as Nick slobbered on his dick. Nick’s finger was playing Ralph’s crack, finding the hole, and pushing the tip in and out of it making Ralph moan with desire. Ralph swallowed the whole of Nick’s long cock, his nose buried in the balls sack, his hand cupping the hairy balls and fondling them. The feeling of Nick’s finger probing his ass made him burn with sexual desire.

Ralph moved off Nick’s cock, turned around, and, squatting on top of Nick’s body, lowered himself on Nick’s awesomely hard cock. Nick held his cock shaft up and penetrated. Ralph’s moan was so full of desire that Nick thrust hard, so much wanting to bury himself inside the warm love tunnel. Ralph slid all the way down, his balls resting in Nick’s thick pubes, his dick hard and throbbing, vertically pointed, facing Nick. His ass screamed with the pain of initial penetration, but still Ralph pushed down needing to take the hard man cock deeper. He grunted out loud when he flet Nick’s knob push and penetrate his inner ring and slide into his tunnel. As Nick started moving up and down inside Ralph’s ass, he fisted Ralph’s cock and stroked him working the skin along the shaft.

Soon, Nick’s thrusts became harder and deeper as Ralph bent over his chest and licked and kissed his mouth, leaving the plowed butt hole more exposed to the upward thrusting of Nick’s cock. Ralph felt very close to shooting his load as the sensations of the thrusting cock in his fuck tunnel shook his whole body. With a huge thrust upward, Nick exploded deep, still stroking Ralph’s cock. In immediate response, Ralph lost his nut also and started squirting all over Nick’s chest. The two men ejaculated together simultaneously, with loud moans and hard panting.

Finally, Ralph slumped on top of Nick, finding his lips. Nick was still inside Ralph’s ass, his cock semi-erect and flexing. Ralph felt cum seeping out of his hole onto his friend’s balls and thighs, his own cum and sweat slick between their chests as they kissed. Nick kept his fucking thrusts even with his receding erection, enjoying to the maximum the final throes of ejaculation and release.

“You know, bro?” Nick whispered. “This has been the most intense fuck I have ever had since such a long time.”

Ralph didn’t have any response to this except squeezing his rim muscle tighter around Nick’s pulsating cock.

The weekend was full of fucking. When it was Ralph’s turn, Nick complained! Ralph wouldn’t accept that Nick should consider himself the “man” in the relationship. Ok, so he had a bigger dick and Ralph was the gay one. So fucking what? Nick also had a cute butt that, according to Ralph, needed a good hard pounding. Unlike popular thinking, gays like to fuck as well as to get fucked, he made sure to explain to Nick. And that was exactly what Ralph did. When he pounded into Nick, Nick’s moaning and crying for more was so bitch-sounding that Ralph could not resist snickering even when he was fucking in earnest.

With Ralph emptying his love juices inside Nick, Nick kept asking for more. Ralph was so excited that he didn’t lose his erection after cumming, but kept flexing and fucking until he ejaculated a second time before he pulled out of his friend’s hole, spent, sweating and panting heavily.

How long would this relationship last? Jane was coming back on Monday. Tonight, Sunday night, Ralph had just fed Nick a thick load and taken Nick’s rod deep up his ass. They were both so fucked and happy. What would happen tomorrow?

“Can Jane understand our relationship?” Ralph asked, still feeling Nick’s cum inside his body.

“It’s over,” Nick said hoarsely, also still tasting Ralph’s man cum on his tongue. “You are my buddy now.”

“Well, then,” Ralph could afford to be coy. “Let’s fuck some more!”

And they did. Over and over.  And Jane was dumped.

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Short story of a visit to Victoria Canada. I was going for a short holiday with my wife. I had earlier checked the internet for any gay action. I found a small gay hotel with what was called a ‘pig pen’ for male sex. It was a large house located in a very good neighbourhood. I drove to the house and walked through a high enclosed gate. 

Down about 4 feet of stairs was a open double door entrance . 3 men were standing talking. The older man was the owner and showed me around the area where men got together for man fun. He advised me what time the group would come and that the one younger man was a registered hotel guest and the other the janitor. 

Walking back to the car the owner said ‘ would you like a blow job’  It was like offering me a coffee. This was 10 am and I was raised to be polite. I said sure ! I sipped into a long hall next to the pig pen and quickly became undressed. 

The man who was intruded as a janitor came in only dressed in one cock ring. I laid on my back with my legs apart. He knew his cocksucking. When I am being sucked I instantly rap my legs around his head. My lower body moving like a swimmer . I was in heaven  Then the hotel guest popped his head in. It may have been 30 second of watching when I caught his eye and asked him over. He initially said he was waiting for the 4:00 o’clock party. He inched his way next to us. 

My new cocksucker kept sucking while I convinced the hotel guest that I would really like to suck his cock. Sucking a big cock while receiving a blowjob is every man wish. To my surprise not only was it going to be a just a 5 or 6 inch skinny suck but a cock one only dreams about. It was long ok but best of all the head looked over 2 inches across plus no foreskin on it. Just a beautiful plum needing to be sucked. 

He slipped off his jeans climbed on the bed. He positioned himself on my head so his cock was swinging next to by mouth. It slipped in so nice. I started with just sucking the mushroom head. Perfect texture and sponginess. Every part of my mouth and T. Worked that cock head. His balls smothered my face . Sucking cock and my cock being sucked !! My legs tight around his head with me pumping cock into his tight mouth. 

Then I could feel sharp quick cock actions in my mouth with the words ‘ fagot- I am cumming!!. And he did!  The second eruption seemed to go right down my throat. He was still pumping cum with cum now pushing out of my mouth. I think it was in my nose , eyes  and lips. I could now feel myself coming. I pushed my cock hard into his throat legs tight body stiffening and  my turn to shout cum!!

 I did  not make it back that day but I managed to get in to his afternoon man sex orgies most afternoon.  Normally there was sound 20 men . That is another story. The city now shout him down. 

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Every time Jeffrey has a business meeting in Toronto, he stays at the Coat of Arms Hotel, in a VIP suite. The view on the CN Tower, Lake Ontario and the Toronto Islands is splendid. The dining room has the best filet mignon in town. Most of all, the male staff is always ready to add an extra touch to room service.

Jeffrey checks in around 9 pm. He usually carries his own suitcase to the suite, but the handsome bellboy offers to add it to his cart and to deliver it within ten minutes. His wink clearly indicates a special interest. Jeffrey, 54, is openly attracted to guys around 25 and this lad is by far a hot target. He accepts with a plan already burgeoning.

Usually, luggage is just left outside the door, but the bellboy knocks and Jeffrey is prompt to open the door. He greets a handsome and polite young man.

“Good evening, Sir, here is your suitcase. Any thing else I can do for you? Maybe deliver a drink?”, he asks with a smile.

“That would be nice. Can you get me a bottle of Bourgogne Aligoté 2018 and two glasses in about fifteen minutes? I’ll take a shower. No need to knock, just come right in.”

“As you wish, Sir, and good timing. I end up my shift in twenty minutes, so I will be back soon to take plenty care of your needs. My name is Leonard, by the way.”

On that note, Jeffrey is sure to relax in good hands. The “come right in” comment is by no way an understatement. He takes a shower and hesitates on what to wear: jeans and t-shirt, boots and jockstrap or just a bathrobe. Since he indicated that he was going to shower, it seems natural that Leonard would expect to see him in a bathrobe.

The bellboy knocks – a habit in room service –, and enters nonchalantly, dressed in tight faded blue jeans highlighting a nice bulge and a peachy butt. Leonard places the ice bucket near the bed, the two glasses on the end table, and offers to pour the wine. Jeffrey is sitting in the middle of the king size bed, now legs wide opened, his 6-inch soft cock well in view.

“Let me first examine my purchase closely.”

“It’s Charles Montserat Bourgogne Aligoté 2018, Sir, as you requested.”

“And you’re Yummy Bellboy 2020, I gather! You deserve a special tip… in bed.”

Leonard smiles and gets closer to Jeffrey who obviously wants to caress the sensuous curves clad in denim. Ever since he wore a pair of jeans in high school, Jeffrey has had a fetish for Wranglers, Levi’s and the like. He loses no time in caressing the manly fabric, sniffing the crotch and crack seams, then breathing heavily on Leonard’s groin, and massaging his round firm butt. The result is immediate and massive: both got a huge boner.

“Pour the wine and sit next to me, sweet bell boy.”

“I guess I should also remove my clothes, and cuddle warmly…”

“Of course, I like hot room service, and you are definitely able to deliver the goods.”

In no time, Leonard reveals a toned body, black hair around his cock, balls and inside the crack. Jeffrey moans, sips the Bourgogne Aligoté, and buries his face in Leonard’s balls. They are clean but sweaty, exactly what turns him on. Both erections are comparable in size, both cut and thick. Jeffrey is cum hungry and does not loose one second in starting to suck Leonard’s dick. He swirls his tongue around the shaft, chews the yummy mushroom, shoves the one-eye trouser snake in and out of his mouth, pumping feverously until his throat is flooded with thick creamy nectar.

“Wow! This is awesome, sooooo hot”, yells Leonard. You’re fantastic for a guy in his forties.”

“You flatter me, young man, but I’m 54, and I will show you how real men fuck.”

Jeffrey grabs some lube to prepare his rod now 8 inches long and Leonard’s plumy arse. He first fingers the bellboy who begs to be pounded but not too roughly. Jeffrey circles his cock around the inviting hole, and gently starts to enter, an inch at a time. He spreads Leonard’s legs, put his arms under the boys back, grabs his shoulders and ruts him hard and deep. “You’re mine, you little bitch! Take what you deserve.”

He breeds Leonard for a good five minutes, and pumps his load into the bellboy’s cunt, yelling jokingly: “We’re going to make beautiful babies!” Leonard feels Jeffrey’s rod deep inside, coating his gut with cum. It is definitely the load of a true master.

“What goes in can come out too.” Immediately said, immediately done. Jeffrey is about to have a taste of his own cum as Leonard felches the load from his hole. Lips covered with jizz, he kisses passionately the best bellboy he has ever had in Toronto.

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“THE LIFEGUARD SURRENDERS HIS ASS”

Action-star Grady plays a lifeguard in the movies, but in real life he craves the fantasy of being overpowered by men in uniform – the blond cop Mark and muscled soldier Hassan, who growls, “Sure, as a jock lifeguard you give the orders, but now you take orders from us, ‘cos we own you, stud.” After they’ve finished with him the exhausted lifeguard surrenders his cum-soaked body to rugged older man Mike and his macho boy Larry.

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In the previous chapter

At the Grady House, doc Steve and his lover Lloyd were well on the way to resolving their relationship problems that had kept them apart for weeks – they were lovers again.  So the atmosphere among the small group of men in the garden was pleasantly relaxed.

All except for Grady himself.  His Italian lover Mario had announced that their buddies – the cop Mark and the rugged Marine Hassan – would be visiting the house shortly.  “Oh, and Grady persuaded them to come straight from work, still in their uniform,” Mario smiled.  “You see, my friend here is rather partial to men in uniform.”  Which was the understatement of the year.

Although Grady was a handsome, chiseled action-star in his movies – currently playing a macho lifeguard captain – in private life he loved to be sexually dominated, especially by authoritarian musclehunks like the cop and the solider. He salivated, eyes fixed on the gate, and when the men arrived Grady grabbed Mario’s arm and groaned. “Oh fuck … fuck … just look at that.” 

Striding toward them came two tall figures – a square-jawed blond cop in full uniform.  A black shirt open at the neck showed a white triangle of a T-shirt underneath.  The shirt tapered down to the heavy black belt tight round the slim waist. The black pants, with a silver stripe down the sides, were tucked into high, shiny black motorcycle boots.

Hassan was less buttoned-down but no less of a pornographic icon – a rugged hunk with swarthy Arab/Asian features, wearing military fatigue pants and combat boots.  His sleeveless denim shirt hung open over a khaki tank that clung tight to his muscular chest.  His dark mirror sunglasses gave him a sinister look until he pulled them off as he approached and smiled.

Mario beamed, “Benvenuto a casa, signori.  You have just created instant erections round this table – especially in the man next to me, the one disguised as a lifeguard.  Can we offer you a  glass of wine before you change out of your work clothes, gentlemen?” Mario smiled, while Grady sat mute, his jaw sagging open, eyes fixed on the homoerotic new arrivals.

“Thanks Mario,” Mark said.  “A quick one before I do my rounds of the perimeter to check the security cameras with Hassan.”

Grady, dumbstruck, stared from the cop to the soldier, then glanced away to prevent losing his load in his shorts just looking at them.   Damn, he wanted them – a major fantasy – but he couldn’t just blurt it out. 

He glanced at Mario who caught his pleading look and smiled, as if an unspoken agreement passed between them.  Mario would take care of him, Grady thought – he always did. But he was so roused now that he needed to cool off, so he got up, ran to the pool and dived in.

“Is Grady OK?” Hassan asked.

“Actually, he’s more than OK, Hassan.  Er …” Mario lowered his voice and explained the situation to them privately.  Both men smiled and nodded.  “Don’t worry, Mario,” Mark said.  “We’ll take care of it – it’ll be a pleasure. Time for us to do our rounds anyway, so if you guys will excuse us.”  With a conspiratorial glance at Mario, they left the table.

Grady got out of the pool, wearing his red lifeguard shorts, his muscular golden-tanned body streaming with water, and followed them at a distance to a small clearing among trees … where his jaw sagged again as he saw the cop and the soldier kissing hungrily.  When they saw him, Hassan growled, “You some kind of weirdo voyeur?  Me and my buddy don’t like that.”

Instigating the fantasy Mario had hinted at, they pushed Grady on his back on the ground, and Mark stretched his arms back and handcuffed his wrists round a tree.  But then, to Grady’s disappointment, they ignored him and gazed at each other, stripped off their shirts and kissed again, more aggressively this time.  “Damn, I wanna fuck your ass, officer,” the Arab growled, “then feel your dick inside me.”

“NO!”  They pulled apart and looked down at the naked lifeguard writhing on the ground. “Hell, we almost forgot this muscle-jock,” Mark said.  “Let’s see what he wants.”  Grady gazed up at the blond cop and the swarthy Arab.  “Fuck me, sirs.  Fuck my ass.  I want it so bad.”

“Hmm …” Hassan growled.  “OK, officer, let’s see just how bad he wants it.”  Standing over him each man raised a leg and planted a boot on the lifeguard’s bare chest.  The cop’s motorcycle boot and the Marine’s combat boot pressed down on his naked body, and the cop said, “So you wanna feel my huge cock inside you, like a night stick pounding your ass?”

“Yes, sir … please, sir..”

Hassan taunted him. “Then I’ll take over and you’ll feel that big Arab piledriver torturing your ass.  We take it in turn – the soldier and the cop ravaging that gorgeous ass of yours.  Picture it, man, the handsome jock getting butt-fucked by a cop and a Marine, one after another.  Show us how much you crave it.  Can you feel it, man?  One cock after another, the helpless lifeguard getting ploughed mercilessly until he can’t take anymore, he begs for mercy and …”

“Aaagh!”  Driven wild by the fantasy, Grady’s body tensed and his cock erupted in a spontaneous orgasm.  A plume of semen blasted up and splashed down on the boots pressing down on his heaving chest. 

Mark grinned, “Well, I guess that takes care of that.  The lifeguard’s shot his wad, so now we can get to work on each other, soldier.”

“No, wait!  Wait.” Grady pleaded desperately.  “I still want you guys to fuck me.  I know I just busted a load but I can cum again.  I need you to fuck me, sirs, just like you said.  I’m begging you, sirs … fuck my ass.”

Hassan grinned at Mark.  “What d’ya think, officer? You wanna see that muscle-jock shooting another load – or two or three?”

“Sure, why not?” The handcuffed lifeguard stared up at the bare-chested hunks, as the cop unzipped his uniform pants, the Marine ripped open his fatigues and they pulled out their rods.

“Be careful what you wish for, man,” the soldier growled. “’Cos you’re gonna get it good.”

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<><>    The Lifeguard Gets Tag-Teamed   <><>

Grady’s orgasmic howl had traveled as far as the group of men round the table, and young Brian, who was devoted to him, frowned. “You think Grady’s gonna be OK, sir?”

“Si, bambino,” Mario smiled, “I’m certain of it.  I know my man, and I guarantee those guys in uniform are giving him exactly what he needs.”

Mario was right, of course.  Knowing his lover Grady’s lust for men in uniform Mario had quietly prompted the chiseled cop and the macho Marine to satisfy his craving.  Which is why the virile action-star now lay naked on his back, his arms stretched up and handcuffed behind a tree.

The shirtless cop and soldier had taunted him by pressing their boots (a motorcycle boot and military combat boot) on his bare chest and driven him wild with a graphic description of how they would fuck his ass in turn – tag-team style.  The image was so erotic it had driven him to a spontaneous orgasm.  But he had still not been butt-fucked and he was reduced to begging.

The Marine Hassan grinned at his buddy, police officer Mark.  So, officer, who goes first?  Better toss for it.”  He pulled a coin from his pocket and flipped it in the air.

The naked lifeguard was racked with desire, staring up at the two dominant shirtless men, wagering over who would be the first to penetrate his ass.  Helplessly handcuffed on the ground, he knew he was about to get ramrodded by the cop and soldier in turn, and he even felt an edge of fear that only made his dick harder.

“Tails I win,” said Hassan.  “A tail for a tail,” he laughed huskily.  “OK, officer, get him ready.”  Mark, leaned back against the tree and stood astride the helpless, cuffed lifeguard, smiling across him at Hassan who stood at his feet.  Grady shuddered as he stared up at the dark, sinister soldier, with his chiseled Arab/Asian features, deep-set slightly slanted brown eyes and high cheekbones.  His muscled, olive-hued physique flexed as he spat on his massive cock and stroked it to rock hardness.

“Pull his legs back, buddy.  Let me get a look at that ass we’re gonna work on.”

Mark leaned down, grabbed Grady’s ankles and pulled his legs up high and back, giving Hassan a perfect view of his helpless ass.  “Fuck, yeah,” the soldier grunted with a cruel grin.  “I’m gonna enjoy shoving my rod inside that hole.  Damn, look at that body. Turns me on – a macho, musclehunk like this, completely at my mercy.  You’re gonna take this shaft in that ass, stud, then my buddy’s, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

Hassan dropped to his knees, braced his hands on Grady’s legs that Mark was pulling back, and pressed his cock against the hole and grinned down at the helpless lifeguard. “Here it comes, big guy – what you’ve been begging for.”  He rammed his cock deep in Grady’s ass and he howled in painful ecstasy.  “Aaagh … fuck … fuck … yeah.  Fuck me, soldier.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the swarthy Marine, his rugged face staring down at him, muscles rippling as he pounded his ass.  “You feel that?  You feel the Marine captain’s piston ramming your ass?  Brace yourself, dude, ‘cos this is only the start.”

Grady was helplessly trapped between them, handcuffed by the cop and jackhammered by the savage soldier.  He looked up at the cop standing astride him, his shiny black boots close to his face, then stared down at the Arab soldier fucking his ass.

The pain faded and the fantasy took hold, driving him to a near climax.  But he clenched his jaw and resisted the urge to cum.  With his actor’s talent for inhabiting a character, Grady left the real world for the realm of fantasy – he was the naked lifeguard, captured, handcuffed and punished by the dominant cop and Marine.

“Hey, buddy,” Mark said at last.  “You gonna let me see a piece of the action here?”

“Sure, man.  We’ll swap places.”

Grady gasped as he felt the thick shaft pull out of him, and in seconds the savage Marine was replaced by the sculpted blond cop.  “No need to lube that ass, stud, my buddy’s already done that.”  Grady gazed up into the penetrating blue eyes as the cop penetrated his ass.  He was not as brutal as the solider, and Grady moaned in ecstasy as his cock eased in and out of his ass. 

Desperate to touch the ripped body rising and falling above him Grady pulled uselessly against the handcuffs and his body writhed in frustration.  The frustration deepened as Mark, more subtle than the Marine, massaged him to the edge of orgasm, then paused to let the moment pass, before cranking up the heat again.

The mental agony was worse than the soldier’s steady pounding, until at last he got to feel the Marine again as they switched places.  That became the pattern as they tag-teamed him – first the captain’s massive shaft and then the cop’s cock as thick as his night-stick.  He even threatened Grady with his night-stick, but events precluded that.

It happened when Mark was fucking him for the third time, driving him wild with lust, that he was driven over the edge. 

Grady loved getting fucked in the ass, especially by authoritarian men like these, handcuffed at their mercy. He gazed up at the muscled body of the shirtless blond cop, at his penetrating blue eyes, and the faint smile on his sexy lips.  In a state of euphoria, the helpless lifeguard moaned, “I’m gonna cum.  I can’t stop … it feels so fucking good.  Cum inside me, sir … I wanna feel your juice in my ass … yeah … yeaahh!”

As Mark’s cock unloaded in his ass, Grady’s cock spurted cum for the second time over his writhing body.  He heaved dry sobs as his heart raced and he saw the glow of euphoria on the cop’s face. 

But the captive jock didn’t have time to calm down before he heard the soldier’s guttural voice.  “Fuck, you ain’t finished yet, stud.  You’re gonna bust your load for me too.”

Grady moaned, “I … I don’t think I can …”

“Shut the fuck up, asshole. You might be the big stud giving orders to that bunch of lifeguards, but here you take orders from me and my buddy.  You’re chained up, you belong to us, and if I say you’re gonna cum again, you’ll fucking cum, is that clear?”

“Yes sir,” the naked muscle-jock groaned in defeat.

“OK, move over, officer.” Mark moved aside and Hassan took his place.  He pushed one leg up and hooked it over his shoulder, then leaned forward and braced his hand on Grady’s cum-soaked pec.  He rammed his cock back in his ass and wrapped his free hand round Grady’s cock.  “Come on, big guy, you’ve got some juice left in there for me.  You’re gonna spill it or I’ll rip your ass wide open.”

The shaft drove in deep and Grady stared up at the darkly savage face, the hooded Arab eyes piercing his as his cock pierced his ass and he pounded Grady’s cock in his fist.  He was mesmerized by the ferocity in the swarthy Arab face, by the iron shaft piledriving his ass and the hand pounding his cock.  He was beyond thought, beyond feeling … all he knew was that he had to cum.

“It gets worse, stud, and you know you can’t take any more.  No one says no to a Marine.  I own you, man – your ass and your cock – and you gotta submit.  Give up man, I’ve beaten you.  Bust that fucking load … that’s an order.”

The lifeguard’s handsome face twisted in pain and he howled, “OK, OK, you win, soldier … I submit … I give up … “aaagh!”  He couldn’t suffer more of the brutal pounding, he screamed and, unbelievably, his cock erupted for a third time. It splashed yet more semen over his already cum-soaked chest, as the soldier’s cock blasted hot jizz in his ass where it mixed with the sperm of the cop.”

In a daze, Grady barely felt the cock withdraw from his battered ass.  Mark pulled Hassan up on his feet, they grinned at each other, pressed their bare chests together and kissed, long and hard.  When they separated Mark smiled down at Grady.  “You OK, buddy?  No bones broken?

Grady managed a weak smile.  “Never better, officer.”

Mark threw his arm over Hassan’s shoulder and they turned and left the clearing.  Grady heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction, then suddenly realized he was still handcuffed to the tree.

<><>    Uncle Mike Takes Over   <><>

There were nine guys still sitting round the table – Grady’s lover Mario… their boy Brian and his boyfriend Brandon … chef Danny and his lover Tommy … Doc Steve and Lloyd … Uncle Mike and his boy Larry.  Conversation had abated as they listened to the sounds drifting on the still air across the grounds from the clearing. They heard the grunts, groans, orgasmic shouts of triumph … and then silence.

They waited with eager anticipation, eyes focused on the garden, until at last they saw the cop and the Marine approach. Stripped to the waist in uniform pants and boots, their shirts thrown casually over their shoulders, they strode up with satisfied smiles on their handsome faces.

Mark answered their unspoken questions.  “He’s just fine, Mario.  Just as you wanted.  Man, the guy really gets off having a cock in his ass …”

“… or three or four,” Hassan grinned, “ – a cop and a soldier, one after another, over and over.”

“So where is he now?” Steve asked.

“Still on his back in the grass.  He won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Why not?” asked Mike with some alarm.

“Oh don’t worry,” Mark chuckled, “he’s still in fantasyland, recovering from the tag-team action.  Oh yeah, plus there’s that other thing – the cum-soaked lifeguard is still handcuffed naked to a tree.  Here’s the key if anyone wants it.”

All eyes turned to Mario who smiled, “Uncle Mike, why don’t you go and do the honors?  Grady will be pleased to see you.” 

Everyone round the table knew that this was not just an arbitrary request.  It was widely understood that Mario lived to take care of his lover Grady, to give him pleasure and provide him with everything he needed  And Mario always knew what he needed – sometimes even before Grady himself did.

Seeing the mischievous gleam in Mario’s eye, Mike picked up the key and smiled, “OK, Mario, I’ll see what I can do.  Come and give me a hand, Larry.”

Uncle Mike and his boy got up and made their way across the garden to the spot the jubilant sounds had come from.  Mike went through the trees to the clearing and called over his shoulder, “Hey Larry, over here.  Look what we’ve got here.”

Together they stared down at the ground and Larry said, “Damn, that’s the hunky lifeguard – and look what someone’s done to him.  They chained him up and worked him over good.”

“Yeah, judging by the handcuffs it must have been the cop and his military buddy.”

“And judging by all that jizz over his body and oozing out of his ass,” Larry said, “it looks like he got his butt ploughed by those guys.”

As they talked about him Grady was floating into a whole new phase of his fantasy.  A lifeguard, stripped naked, cuffed to a tree and serially fucked by a cop and a Marine, he had been left, helplessly chained to the tree, easy prey for anyone else who happened by.

Now he stared up at another authority figure – no uniform now, just an older guy who’s dominance came from his years of experience.  The man was still in great shape, with his ruggedly handsome face, graying hair, stubbled jaw, and muscular build, wearing jeans and a check shirt that flapped open over the gray hairs of his solid chest.

This was a man who had tamed the macho boss Randy and now called him boy.  The man who had berated Randy’s brother Doc Steve, hauled him over the coals and ordered him to shape up.  And Grady knew that he was next.  The man could do anything to him and get away with it – him and his tough-looking side-kick who stared down at him now.

Mike grinned, “I suppose we should set him free, kid, but that is too hot an opportunity to pass up.  Dammit, it’s like a scene from an S&M porn flick, a macho lifeguard stripped naked, chained up and worked over by two guys in uniform.  When they’ve finished with him they leave him helpless and humiliated, his ass on offer to any passing guy looking for a piece of action.”

“And we found him,” Larry said.  “You gonna fuck him, sir?”

“Damn straight.  I’m not gonna pass up a stud like that.  But I want you to warm him up first.  Here, I’ll pull his legs back.”

Larry knelt behind Grady, looked at him and saw the light of desire in his eyes.  That was enough for him.  He pushed his cock inside him and heard the groan of ecstasy as yet another rod invaded his ass.  Larry felt the slick remains of the juices the cop and the soldier had spurted inside him, and he massaged the fiery membrane of his sore ass. 

He had never fucked Grady before and now understood the thrill he had seen on other guys’ faces.  He was stunningly beautiful and looked even sexier as those tanned, chiseled features grimaced under the new attack on his ass, his muscular body writhing in bondage. 

Having been worked on by a cop and a soldier, Grady now looked up in awe at something different – a virile, good-looking young stud, with all the authority that came from being loved by an older, powerful man.  Under orders from Mike, the macho lifeguard surrendered his ass to the boy’s piledriving rod.

As he pounded ass, Larry looked down at the tortured face and rippling muscles as the bound jock struggled and tugged hopelessly against his chained wrists, his arms stretched up like a man tortured on a rack. The feel and fantasy of fucking a heartthrob movie star soon brought Larry close to his climax – and Mike sensed this. “Don’t cum in him, Larry.  Leave that for me.”

Larry obediently pulled out and got to his feet, while Mike took his place kneeling at the captive’s ass.   He pulled his thick cock out of his jeans and grinned at Grady. “OK, boy, now for your final fuck.  But I’ve learned never to force a guy, so I’ll ask you, “Are you sure – after all your ass has suffered – are you sure you want this?”

Grady pulled his legs back and offered his ass. “Yes please, sir.  I’ve always thought of you as the father of the tribe, so dominant, and I really wanna feel you inside me.”

Mike smiled his well-worn, sexy grin and pushed his cock into the slick ass.  “Oh, fuck,” Grady groaned.  “I love that, sir.  I fucking love it.”

“I could torture that ass, dude, like those uniform guys did, but that ain’t my style.  That jizz-filled ass feels so good round my cock I’m gonna make love to it.  See, there are more ways to dominate a guy than brute force.  Hey Larry – take this key and uncuff the lifeguard here.”

Larry obeyed and fumbled a bit before Grady was freed.  “OK,” Mike said, “you’re free – but I’m still in charge. I give the orders and you do what I tell you, get it?”  Mike pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside – a gesture of his dominance.

“Yes, sir,” Grady said, and this time it wasn’t a fantasy ‘sir’ – he meant it.

“Larry, grab his ankle and pull one of his legs back, but leave his hands free to touch me.” Larry grabbed the leg and wrapped his arm round it.  His free hand he wrapped round his own cock and stroked it, pointing straight down at the lifeguard’s tanned face.

Mike’s cock sank into the warm depths of Grady’s ass, then pulled back slowly and eased in again as Grady sighed deeply, “Aaah.” He gazed up at the weather-worn face, the smiling brown eyes, and ran his fingers through the gray hair on the older man’s chest. 

There was something in Mike’s look, his bearing, a sense of his own power that gave him an aura of authority.  Grady understood why men as powerful as Randy and Steve could submit to his power, would respect and admire him and call him ‘sir’.

This was a man you surrendered your ass to, as Grady was doing now.  He was overpowered – not by uniforms, harsh words or physical restraint, but by the man’s mere presence, a look in the eye.

“You getting it now, big guy? You feeling that rush you get when you surrender completely to another man?  The difference this time is that while I fuck your butt I’m gonna feed your brain, starting with something you already know but need to hear from me.  That man of yours, Mario – he’s magic. 

“I’ve watched him and I’m in awe of how much he loves you, protects you and works to provide your every need.  You’re his life, Grady, and you couldn’t do the work you do without him to come home to.  He’s made this house a fortress for you to live a normal life, away from the stress of celebrity. Son, you’d be half the man you are without Mario, and I hope you never forget that.”

“I don’t, sir.  I’m crazy in love with him.”

“Good, ‘cos apart from being drop-dead gorgeous Mario has an intuition about what you need.  He’s the reason Larry and I are here, and Mark and Hassan before us.  He sensed you were ready to be dominated by powerful men, and in his subtle, smiling way he put that in motion. 

“Dude, you and me are worlds apart – me in my old leather-bar in the desert, you on movie screens all over the world – but we share one thing in common.  We both found love, the kind of deep love that defies description. I found Larry here, the love of my life, and you found your sexy Italian. 

“But here’s the thing.  When, by some miracle, love happens, it’s more precious than gold.  You have to hold on tight to it, work at it, especially over the rough patches.  Just remember that.”  Mike grinned, “And now this old man is gonna shut up and fuck.  Not every day I get to pour my jizz in the ass of a muscle-hunk movie-star.  You ready boy?”

“Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir.”

“OK, Larry, let’s bring it on home, kid.  Let’s soak the handsome son-of-a-bitch.”

Grady groaned in ecstasy as Uncle Mike upped the ante and the ass-massage became an honest-to-god butt-fuck.  As he saw his man flex his muscles and pound ass, Larry pounded his cock harder and watched Grady grab his own dick and stroke it.

Grady had only recently cum three times already, and they were hands-free as he was cuffed to the tree.  But now, with an assist from his wrist, with the memory of Mike’s stirring words in his head and Mike’s rod jackhammering his ass, he couldn’t hold back a fourth orgasm. 

What pushed him over the edge this time was the semen shower that sprayed from Larry’s cock and splashed down on his suntanned face and in his open mouth, and the euphoric sensation of Uncle Mike’s cock erupting deep in his ass. 

And this time it was three jubilant shouts that caught the breeze and wafted over to the expectant group of men sitting round the table.

Men and boys looked at Mario who simply smiled and murmured, “Perfetto.”

<><>    Afterglow    <><>

In the clearing Grady still lay on his back, his face and body still smothered in semen, with a blissful smile on his dazed features.  “I love you guys,” he murmured, as if waking from a dream. 

Mike and Larry were kneeling beside him and Mike said, “You’re a terrific fuck, Grady.  I envy Mario fucking you all the time, even if you are insatiable.   But I meant what I said about you and Mario, boy.  See no matter how deeply we love a guy there will always be tensions.  Look at Steve and Lloyd – a match made in heaven if ever there was, yet their relationship went into a deepfreeze for weeks.

Love is hard to find, takes a lot of luck, so when you do find the man you gotta nurture it. What I hate to see most is a loving couple threatening to separate.  That’s why I got involved with those two, which I don’t usually do, and threw the book at Steve.  I did the same to Randy when he mistreated Bob.  Can you imagine, those two hunks who are crazy in love with each other fighting?  But it happens to everyone, even Larry and me.”

“Yeah,” Larry grinned, “and that’s when I throw the book at you, sir – make you see sense.”

Mike chuckled and threw his arms round him.  “Watch it kid, or when we get home I’ll chain you to the wall and fuck you every hour on the hour.”

“You and your promises,” Larry laughed.

“Seriously, though Grady, if I hear on the grapevine that you two are having problems I’ll high-tale it right out here.  And if you don’t let me in I’ll climb over the damn gate and knock your heads together.”

Grady smiled.  “We would never lock you out, Uncle Mike. You’re one of the family.  And I thank you for everything you said.  It’s true, I don’t tell Mario often enough how much I love him.”

“We’re all guilty of that, boy. Life gets in the way. But now would be a good time.  And now that you’ve, er, ‘entertained’ the cop and the Marine, and then Larry and me, it’s about time you thanked Mario.  I’m sure you know how to do that.”

“Oh yeah.  I really need him now, Mike.  More than ever.”

“So stay right here, dude, don’t move, and he’ll come to you.  Larry, I need a drink.  Come on kiddo.”  Mike threw his arm round Larry and as they walked back across the garden he smiled.  “So mission accomplished, wouldn’t you say, Larry?”

“Definitely, sir.  And, er, is it true what you said about me?  That I’m the love of your life?”

“Kid, I can’t imagine life without you.  And next time we quarrel you can remind me of that.”

“I dunno, sir,” Larry grinned roguishly.  “Maybe I’ll throw the book at you, like I said.  That chained-to-the-wall thing sounds pretty good.”

When they reached the group at the table there was enthusiastic applause and a lot of questioning looks.  Brian said, somewhat anxiously, “Did you set him free, sir?”

Mike produced the handcuffs and grinned at Mark.  “Yours I think, officer.  Yeah, we set him free – after Larry and I got a little bonus for our trouble.  As you fully expected, Mario, am I right?”

Mario smiled.  “Ah, as you say here – ‘busted’.  You know me too well, Uncle Mike.  I hope Grady paid out your ‘little bonus’ without objection.”

“Oh he didn’t object.  Except I wouldn’t call it ‘paid out’ out as much as ‘put out’ – for the fourth time, I believe.  And then I gave the hot young lifeguard a talking to, which he seemed to appreciate too.  In fact, I think he’s in urgent need of your company, Mario.”

“I thought he might,” Mario smiled.  “While I’m gone, signori, please make yourself at home. Danny and Brian will take good care of you.  And of course, you’ll all stay for dinner.  We’ll be about a dozen – can you handle that, Danny?”

“No problem, sir.  Brandon and Tommy will help Brian and me.  Two hours max.”

“Good, that should give Grady and me time.  I imagine we’ll have a lot to talk about.”

“Only talk, sir?” Brian giggled.

“Well, bambino, it depends how tired he is.  Grady’s had rather a busy day?”

“’A busy day’ – so that’s what they’re calling it these days,” Lloyd laughed, as Mario left, with a wave over his shoulder.

<><>    Grady & Mario Get Emotional    <><>

Soaked in cum, the disheveled Grady was lying on his back on the grass with his eyes closed.  His mind was running on what had happened to him in the last hour or so, and especially what uncle Mike had said to him.

He heard a rustle of leaves, opened his eyes and stared up at the beautiful face of his Italian lover smiling at him.  “Ciao, amico.  What a mess you’re in.  Should I call for hair and makeup?”

“I don’t care what I look like, dude. I wear all this jizz as a badge of honor. All I need now is you.”

“And here I am, amore.”  Grady pulled himself up to a sitting position leaning against the tree, and Mario sat on the ground facing him.

“Are you feeling OK, Grady?”

“OK?!  What do you think, buddy?  I’ve been handcuffed to this tree, butt-fucked by a cop and a Marine, then by Uncle Mike and his boy Larry.  I’m as happy as a pig in shit – and prob’ly look like one too,” he laughed.  “And you set all this up didn’t you, you devious Italian?”

Mario shrugged.  “I may have dropped a hint here and there to a few people.  You were drooling like a baby when you saw those uniforms. I knew what you wanted.”

Grady smiled into Mario’s soft brown eyes.  “You always know what I want, dude.  You always take good care of me.”  He’s eyes clouded a little.  “Yeah, I’m fine physically, but a bit shook up emotionally.  You know, even when Mike was still fucking me, and afterwards, he gave me quite the lecture.”

“I thought he might,” Mario chuckled.  “He did that for the big macho brothers, Randy and Steve, so why not you?”

“He’s a terrific old guy, Mario, and while he hammered my ass, he hammered home what I already knew about you.  He said you were magical, dude, and that’s exactly the right word.  He said I couldn’t do the job I did without you. Right again!  He said you’ve made this house a fortress where I can escape the world and relax as just a regular guy.

“What it comes down to, Mario, is that I’m crazy in love with you – and I don’t tell you often enough.  Well, I’m telling you now that I love you, amore.  But I’ve been lying here thinking …”

“Probably not a good thing,” Mario grinned.

“No this is serious, dude.  See, I can’t imagine life without you … I couldn’t make it without you – and the thought of being without you scares me to death.  And that got me wondering why you stick around.  I mean, this whole house is centered on me – my needs, my moods, ‘let’s make all this nice for Grady’.  And I know I’m not easy to live with – like when I come home from the studio in a rotten mood ‘cos everything went wrong, as it so often does on a movie set.

“See, dude, when the shit hits the fan at work and the crew is all upset, I’m the one who has to hold it together.  So I make them laugh to break the tension.  I crack jokes, kid around, do a few pratfalls, until I see them smile, then laugh and the stress is gone.  The director yells, ‘OK, people, let’s go again,’ and we do another take.  I mean, it sounds like fun but it can be exhausting, and when I get home I take it out on you and Brian and Danny.”

By now Grady was becoming emotional, even a bit irrational.  “So lying here after Mike’s lecture I got to wondering why you put up with my tantrums, dude.  I thought, maybe it’s all the money, the luxury, this house, that’s what you love.  It’s kinda seductive, hard to turn your back on.”

“You think I stay with you for your money?”  Mario turned his head away sharply – as if he’d been slapped.  Grady grabbed Mario’s hands and said frantically, “No, dude, I didn’t mean that … of course I didn’t … that was crazy talk.  I don’t know why I blurted that out … it’s not what I think at all.  Forgive me, Mario, please.  I know how much that must hurt.  And all that stuff with the uniforms and all, that must hurt you too.  I can give that kinda stuff up … just … please don’t go away, dude.”

Mario smiled through his tears as he looked at his lover. “Grady, stop talking, you’re only digging the hole you’re in even deeper.  Please listen to me, now.  I stay with you because I love you, amore.  I too could not imagine life without you. 

“I love taking caring of you and letting you vent when you come home from a tough day.  I can speak for the boys too.  They’re crazy about you and they understand the strain you’re under.  My favorite moments are when you pull Brian into bed, you pump him for gossip and he opens those big eyes behind his owl glasses and says, ‘Well, sir …”

“I know,” Grady smiled.  “That’s one of my favorite things too.”

“Grady, it’s natural that the house often revolves around you because you’re the one out there working to hold all this together.  And I won’t deny that living in a place like this is wonderful – no more money worries, everything we need, throwing those parties for the tribe. 

“But you know something?  I was talking to the boys in the kitchen a few days ago and telling them about that little old house among the trees in Laurel Canyon that you lived in before you got famous, and never sold it.  I told the boys that we sometimes go back there to get lost together, and one of my fantasies is that one day, when the money stops rolling in, you and I will go to live there forever – our little love nest.”

“What did they say?”

“They asked if they could come and live there too, taking care of us.  They said they’d work for nothing, they didn’t need money – just us.  I told them yes, of course.  They’re part of the family and always will be.” 

Mario laughed  “Ah, but that’s a long way off.  Bob told me that the way he’s invested our money, even if you stopped working tomorrow we could live very comfortably for the rest of our lives. But you won’t stop working for years, amico.  You have a dazzling future, many more films to make, and through it all I’ll be right there with you.

Tears were running down Grady’s cheeks as he pulled Mario to him and held him in a long, passionate kiss.  When they pulled away Mario smiled.  “I know what we need, amico.”  He pulled his phone from his pocket and hit a number.  “Ciao, bambino.  Could you do us a favor and bring us a bottle of that special Napa Chardonnay you keep stashed away for us for special occasions?  Can you meet us at the gate of the Secret Garden?  Thank you, Brian.”

“The secret garden, eh?” Grady grinned.  “I’m not sure if I can cum again, I already shot four loads already.”

“Grady, there’s more to life than ejaculation.  The Secret Garden is for love.  Uniforms are for multiple orgasms, handcuffs and fantasy – that’s why I set that up for you.  Was it fun?”

“Dude, it was classic.  I couldn’t get enough.”  He frowned.  “Er, Mario, do you think I’m sexually compulsive – or butt-fuck compulsive anyway?”

Mario chose his words carefully.  “I think you have a highly active libido, amico, and you are such a macho action-star to the rest of the world that sometimes you enjoy the reverse fantasy of being dominated, especially by cops and soldiers.”

“In other words, yes,” Grady grinned.  “Definitely addicted to cock.”

Mario laughed and they got to their feet. Grady pulled on his shorts and they ambled over to the gate in the hedge of the secret garden, where Brian was waiting for them in his wheelchair, with a wine bottle and two glasses on his tray table. 

“Perfetto,” Mario smiled. “Grazie molto, bambino.  He unlocked the door to the secret garden and handed the key to Brian.  “When dinner is ready please come and fetch us, Brian.”

“Of course, sir.  Is there anything else you need, sirs?”

“Yes there is kiddo,” Grady said conspiratorially.  “We gotta dish real soon. I’ve been away from the action for so long – having a little action of my own – and I’ve missed all the gossip so I need an update on what’s been going on.”

“Well, sir, there seems to be something brewing out at the construction sites.  I’ll check it out and keep you posted, sir, as soon as you get back.”

Grady ruffled his hair.  “That’s my boy.  Get me all the grizzly details – the grizzlier the better.”

“Will do, sir.”  Mario took the bottle and glasses and as Brian sped away Grady gazed fondly after him.  Mario looked at the deep affection in his lover’s eyes and kissed him on the cheek.  “You see, Grady?  That’s one of the reasons I love you.”

They went into the secret garden together and closed the door behind them.

<><>    Trouble Brewing    <><>

When Brian got back to the group there were many raised eyebrows but he was as discreet as always about Grady House goings on.  He merely smiled and said, “I’m to go and alert them when dinner’s ready.” 

Then, as he wheeled himself round, clearing the table and bringing fresh drinks, Brian got busy on the mission Grady had given him – to keep his ear to the ground for gossip.  It was a one-way street – no gossip about Grady, but gathering plenty of gossip for Grady.  Brian loved being Grady’s boy.

And there was plenty to listen to as he worked.  There would be twelve for dinner.  Two couples would be continuing their mini-vacations and staying the night – Uncle Mike and his boy Larry – Steve and Lloyd and their boy Tommy, who would be sleeping with his lover Danny of course.

Brian and Brandon would sleep together as usual, but Mark and Hassan would be going to their own homes after dinner. The hosts, Mario and Grady would make up the dozen – if Brian could extricate them from whatever they were doing in the secret garden.

All four of the boys worked hard in the kitchen, and set everything up in the garden.  On warm nights like this, dinner at the Grady House was usually served al fresco. The men at the table took deep breaths of the balmy, jasmine-scented evening air as they were served appetizers and their choice of wine and beer.

When Danny declared that dinner would be served in fifteen minutes Brian set off on his errand to summon Grady and Mario from the secret garden.  He always trembled a bit when he inserted the key in the small door in the hedge, as this disheveled little garden had such an enchanted feel to it.

He didn’t go too far inside, and stopped his wheelchair in the long grass.  He called out, “Er, sirs, dinner is served.”  He waited a short while before Grady and Mario emerged with that dazed glow on their faces that always followed immersion in the secret garden.

Together they went through the gate to the real world – and to news of the real world.  As Brian rolled along between them Grady asked eagerly, “So what’s the scoop, kiddo?  What gives?”

“Well, sir,” Brian said, blinking rapidly behind his owl glasses, “there does seem to be something brewing that could blow up.  You know how Mark is in charge of security at the construction sites – him being a cop and all.”  He broke off as they came close to the table.  “Well, maybe I should let Mark tell you himself.  Just ask him about security.”

They were warmly greeted by the men, who all knew just by looking at them that Mario and Grady had been making love.  As Steve later said to Lloyd: “There’s something about this place that eases all the tension and smooths out the wrinkles between lovers.  It’s done that for all of us in one way or another.  I wish I could capture it’s essence in a bottle and sprinkle a few drops on all my patients.”

When everyone was at the table Grady listened intently as Mike said, “Hassan and Mark here have promised to bring their boys out to our place in the desert when they next have a break.”

Grady’s imagination immediately flared. “Ain’t that where you have that little house way out in the desert, Hassan, where you and Mark go sometimes to, er, let’s just say, re-enact the past?”

“Something like that,” Hassan grinned, with his deep gravelly voice.”

“Hey, Mario,” Mike said, “you should bring Grady out to our house too.  It’s a great way to get away from it all.”

Mario smiled, “Mille grazie, Mike.  We would love that, but we have to be so careful about Grady’s privacy.  If word got out you’d have paparazzi swarming your gate.”

“Oh we could keep a lid on that.  One thing I’ve learned as a bar-owner is discretion, and Larry wouldn’t breathe a word.”

“Let’s do it, Mario,” Grady said enthusiastically.  “And maybe we could even go out to Hassan’s place.  I hear his basement is a porn fantasy.  It sure ain’t the secret garden, but has its own kind of magic, it seems.  The paparazzi would never sniff that place out, it’s so remote, and we could get Mark here to advise us about security.”

Brian smiled to himself, hearing Grady’s clever segué to the topic he had alerted him to.

“And talking of security, Mark, how did you find our security here when you checked?  No problems?  As solid as the firm’s construction sites?”

“Ah, it’s watertight here, Grady.  Wish I could say the same for the sites.”  He glanced at the impish look on Brian’s face and guessed he and Grady had been gossiping.  “Funny you should ask, ‘cos a lot of other construction outfits have been plagued with robberies lately – pilfering of tools and equipment. 

“Seems that a small group is responsible and I figure we might be next on their list – Randy’s already noticed a few things going missing.  I’ve hired a nighttime security guard for each of the three sites, but Randy figures that, during the day, there are so many guys on the crew that no one would risk a daytime robbery.  Still, I’m uneasy and I’ve told the other site managers, Zack and Seth, to be alert and report anything suspicious.

And Grady had to be content with that, though as he said later to Brian, “You were right kid. That’s something that could blow up – especially with hothead Randy in charge.  If he came across this gang I wouldn’t give much for their chances.  So stay tuned, kiddo.”

In fact, things came to a head on that subject much sooner than Mark or anyone else expected.

<><>    Gossip Turns To Drama    <><>

After dinner, Mark and Hassan said their goodnights and went home to their boys.  The other couples went to their beds, after showering Mario and Grady with their thanks for bringing about so much peace and harmony to them all.

In the morning, breakfast was a late, lazy buffet affair and the guests spent the rest of the morning in mellow conversation, waiting for lunch.  Lloyd joked, “A bit like a luxury cruise where folks drift from one meal to the next.” 

However, the residents of the Grady House were busy for an hour or so as they had scheduled one of their regular meeting with Bob to go over the accounts – bookkeeping, expenses, taxes.  He arrived mid-morning and met with Mario and Grady, Danny and Brian upstairs in the office.

As usual the news was upbeat, with Grady’s income more than covering the expenses of the party and the running of the house. 

“As you know, I’ve cushioned you so you could live very well on your investments alone.  But don’t be lulled by luxury.  This is Hollywood after all, and the gravy train could shudder to a halt tomorrow.  Not that that’s likely for you Grady.  Even after jungle-man Tarzan and lifeguard Hunter have run their course, I’m sure the studio has other sexy action-heroes lined up for you.  They know a heart-throb when they have one.

Grady grinned, “Bob, we gotta thank you for all you do for us.  Money and statistics don’t mean much to me – I can barely get past two-plus-two – so it’s great to have a guy like you who we can trust.  Not to mention who’s hot as a pistol, but that’s for another meeting – soon eh?” 

Mario looked at Bob and rolled his eyes.  “You see what we have to put up with, amico? Impossibile.  He’s lucky he has such a pretty face.”

The meeting adjourned in laughter and the boys raced off to the kitchen.  Bob was greeted warmly by Uncle Mike and Larry, Steve and Lloyd, and quite soon lunch was on the table.  Conversation was amiably low-key … until Bob’s cellphone rang.  “It’s Darius,” Bob said looking at the screen.  Sorry about this, guys.  Let’s see what he wants.”  He put it on speaker.

Darius’s normally calm, good-natured voice was now clearly distressed.  “Bob, I’m at the site and I think you should get here, it’s kinda serious.  When Will came with the crew’s lunches he used the back gate and stumbled across three guys stealing stuff.  They tried to shut him up but he naturally yelled for Randy, who came out and, of course, there was a huge fight.”

Trying to stay calm Bob asked, “Is anyone hurt, Darius?”

“Will wasn’t hurt – a few bruises is all, and he’s real shook up.  But Randy’s in bad shape. He had taken on all three, they were real tough, and when I came out he’d busted up two of them, but he was on the ground and the third guy was beating him bad.  Will was clobbering the thug with a plank and I finished him off.

“The upshot is that Randy’s pretty banged up.  I called Mark and he’s on his way with backup.  I called Doc Chad too and he’s coming.  He’s arranged an ambulance to take Randy to his hospital.” Darius’s voice cracked.  “But, sir, I really need you here too.  I’m not sure if I can …”

“I’m on my way, Darius.  Take a deep breath and try to hold it together till I get there.  Fifteen minutes tops.”

“I’ll come with you,” Steve said.  “You shouldn’t be alone – and Randy’s my brother.”

“Sorry, guys …” Bob said to the group as he got to his feet.

“Go, go,” Mario said.  “If we can help, just call.  And good luck, Bob.”

Bob and Steve ran to Bob’s car and they sped away.  There were dazed looks around the table and Grady said to a shaken Brian, “Damn, who’d a thought it would play out like this, eh kiddo?  This ain’t idle gossip anymore.  This is serious.”

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TO BE CONTINUED in “A Trial Of Strength” – Book 12: Chapter 1

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It’ s difficult to get a job as a Physical Education teacher nowadays. My dream job attracts more applicants into the profession than there are actual positions. As a result, as a newly qualified teacher, the scramble for jobs in these difficult times is undignified. And so it was that I accepted a job at an inner-London private boys’ school as the “PE Master”. Despite my reservations and a working class background that had worked hard to achieve my own qualifications, I accepted the position gratefully and began work in the Autumn Term. The school was relatively small, with extremely high expectations. The boys’ families were inevitably extremely wealthy individuals: important people in the city, and their children were self-assured in understanding their future positions in the upper echelons of society.

Abdullah’s father had gone straight to the Headteacher of the school, asking him for permission to use me as a private tutor for Abdullah. The Qatari businessman was well accustomed to using his power and wealth to obtain the services of mere mortals such as myself. Whilst not forcing the issue, the Headteacher had informed me that it would be poor professional development on my part, had I refused the offer. He also informed me that I would be rewarded financially for the extra time that I spent at the residence of Abdullah’s family in the evenings and at weekends. I was left in no doubt that my compliance was expected. Besides, I was a single young teacher far from friends and family. Surely it would be productive use of my free time to work in such a manner and obtain some additional income.

I remember the first morning of my service to the family. I was awoken at 8am by a delivery at my flat. A uniform of white: tight t-shirt, briefs and small shorts, with white socks and trainers. Although bemused by the implication that this would be my dress code for working with the 16-year old Abdullah, I dressed in the uniform and left my flat. Conscious that the uniform displayed my muscular and toned body in a most revealing and complimentary manner.

Arriving at the house, I had accepted the welcoming drink. I had then realised the effects of its drugged contents before I had collapsed. And I had arisen from my slumber as a slave. Pure and simple. Conditioned and controlled in the mind by my hypnosis session so that my freedom was permanently and irrevocably lost. Unable to rebel against the conditioning of my mind that the wealthy businessman’s psychologist implanted inside me.

And so my life changed in one morning. I became a white slave to my Arabian Masters.

As far as the school are concerned, there is no change. I remain the boys’ PE Master. But I no longer live in my tiny flat. I now live in my Masters’ residence as their personal man slave.

At school, I am a sharp dresser. Dressed in crisp, clean shorts and t-shirt, the trappings of my supposed wealth as a private tutor to wealthy clients. I look and act the part as a health-conscious athlete and teacher. No-one questions my hairlessly smooth muscular arms and legs outwardly. No one questions my perfectly groomed shaven face, and my consistently short haircut. No-one can see that my whole body is devoid of hair, or the cruel additions beneath my shorts and tight briefs. No-one suspects the reality that my cock is locked inside a cruel metal chastity tube that prevents any access to my genitals, and forces me to sit when pissing. No-one knows that my arse is always plugged with a solid silver butt plug that serves as a permanent reminder of my true place in life.

At school I show no deference to Master Abdullah. He is one of the boys, and is treated as such. His father will not risk any outward signs of my slavery. I act normally towards my young Master, arousing no suspicions. In fact, I can act the part of a free man at school, joking with my colleagues and inventing a life of freedom that does not exist. The fact that I know nothing of television, of politics, of the matters of free people can be dismissed away by my fitness regime. As can the fact that I never eat or drink during the school day. Plain water is my only permissible food as a slave and I decline the tempting offers of coffee and pastries every day, my mouth salivating as I watch my free colleagues eat the food of free people.

At the end of each school day, I jog to Masters’ residence. The four-mile journey is conducted alone with my thoughts, as I return from my working life to my home life as a slave. My attention focused ahead of me, I jog through the normal streets of inner London, passing free and normal people on my journey to slavery. Part of my daily routine to maintain a perfectly honed body for the pleasure of my Masters’ eyes.

It is usually Abdullah himself who opens the front door to the Edwardian terraced house inhabited by his family. Bowing politely, I enter the front door and close it behind me. As is my place, I stand before my young Master and begin to disrobe, quickly and silently. In seconds, I stand stark naked before my Master and place my neatly folded clothing into his outstretched hands. Placing my clothing onto a side dresser, Abdullah runs a cursory glance down the body of his naked slave and nods. Silently, I kneel naked before him as he locks the metal slave collar around my neck.

“My room needs tidying slave,” he grunts. A surly teenager, but confident and assured in his total power over his teacher slave.

“Yes Master,” I grovel, keeping my face to the floor at his feet until commanded to move. I am now well trained as a humble slave. As his sandaled brown feet appear in front of my face, I kiss them in deference to my Master and owner.

“Get to it then.”

And so I hurry up the stairs to my Master’s room and begin the daily process of tidying his bedroom. Master Abdullah demands exacting standards, and my work is completed quickly and silently as I tidy away his personal belongings, make his bed and prepare his school uniform for the following day. I shake my head in disbelief as I work quickly and silently, my naked body on full display and my most intimate parts locked away. I work quickly to please Master: I have learnt to avoid Master’s whip.

When Master enters the room some time later, I am in position. Kneeling naked with my hands on my head, my nose touching the marked golden square that has been placed in the corner of his bedroom, at nose height on the wall.

He ignores me as he goes about his business, enjoying his relaxation after a hard day at school. Seemingly oblivious to my silent and rigid position naked in the corner of the room. I spend most early evenings facing the pastel-coloured plaster.

I hear him undress and position himself on the bed. Like any teenager, Abdullah likes to pleasure himself whilst alone in his bedroom. As I face the wall, I hear the sounds of his enjoyment as he plays with himself. I hear him grunt as he ejaculates.

I hear his breathing return to normal and await him walking over to me. My cheeks still redden as I open my mouth automatically in acceptance of my slavery. I accept the toilet paper inside my mouth. Silently I chew down my teenage Master’s cum-filled paper, the first food I have been allowed since my early morning breakfast.

This daily act reminds me of what I have been become. My own cock locked away permanently in chastity, I can only dream of ejaculation. And the nearest I ever get to it is eating the remnants of my teenage Master’s ejaculation every day. Tears sting the corners of my eyes as I think of my former free life. Now a distancing memory.

I wince as I hear the heavy footfall of my Master’s father on the stairs. My evening of slavery has only just begun.

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I had my homework done by the time that Eric got home. Physically, I was feeling good, relaxed. I’m sure that the time I’d spent with Roy was the reason for that. Emotionally, I was confused. Sex with Roy just made think about Elmer. Before he left town, I’d told Elmer that I loved him, and I did. The thoughts running through my head now made me realize that I did more than that. I was in love with him.

We’d grown up together, and we had always pretended to be brothers; we even did a blood brother ritual when we were eight. By eleven, we had noticed that the “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” was more interesting than it should have been. We pretended that we wanted to practice kissing just to get better at doing it until I told him he kissed better than any girl.

When he asked me how many girls I’d kissed, I’d admitted that I’d only kissed him. He told me that he only wanted to kiss me. That’s the day we confessed that we were only turned on by guys and that we only wanted to be with one another.

A gentle rap on the door brought me back to the present. I was on my bed with my arms wrapped around my knees. I was in a t-shirt and some shorts made out of a sweatpant-like material. There was a second rap.

“Come in.”

Eric came into the room. He saw my homework on the little desk and me on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

I looked up at him and smiled.

“No. That’s not going to fool me, John. I can tell by your posture that something’s not right. Tell me what it is.”

“I’ve become friends with Roy,” I told him.

“Just friends? Or a little more than friends?”

“What do you mean, more than friends?”

“Well, I suspect that my nephew is gay. I’ve talked to my brother about it, and while he’s not homophobic, he doesn’t want Roy to be gay. He says he’s hoping for grandkids. I told him that he’s only getting biological grandchildren if Roy’s the sperm donor for a surrogate.”

Eric sat down next to me and put his hand on my back. “So, will you tell me what’s bothering you?”

“Roy and I have become friends, and we’ve talked. He is in love with someone, but it’s not me.  That’s not the problem though.  I miss Elmer.”

“Elmer’s your boyfriend back home? Why don’t we drive there this weekend, and you can see him and tell him where you are.”

“We can’t. He left town.”

“Where’d he go? Maybe we can go there.  Or, we can see him during the Christmas Break.”

“No one knows where he went. His father told the sheriff that he saw him leaving in his truck. He’d taken some clothes and a suitcase, but nothing else.” I know what Eric was thinking. If Elmer really loved me why did he leave without telling me he was going let alone where he was going.

I looked toward the window to avoid Eric’s face, his judgment. “He told me the day before he left that he was going to move to Austin and get a job there because I was going to school at UT.”

“So could he have gone there?  Gone to Austin to find a job.”

“No.  He was going to wait until graduation. He figured he’d get a better job with a high school diploma.  Maybe get into a trade school.  He wants to be a welder.”

“You know,” Eric said to me, “when you get to be my age, you realize that the promises you make and want to keep don’t always work out. And it’s not because you didn’t want to keep them.”

“I do understand what you’re saying. I know he didn’t leave me on purpose, but we’d just fu… I mean we’d just been together the day before, and he didn’t say anything about leaving.” Saying it out loud made me want to cry. I was fighting back the tears.

Eric wrapped his arms around me. The warmth of his hug made me feel so much better. I nuzzled up to him. Some flashes at my window warned of the storm that was about to hit the area.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight, Eric. Will you get under the covers and hold me?”

“John, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“You can leave once I’m asleep,” I told him.

“No, John. You’re an eighteen-year-old man. It’s simply not appropriate. I’m fifteen years your senior.”

“I’m not asking you to fuck me, just hold me.”

“No.  Now go to sleep, and I’ll see you in the morning.  Maybe I can ask some friends to help us find Elmer.” Eric stood up, I was sure I noticed his package was a little larger than it was when he came in. Did he not want to stay with me because he didn’t trust himself. Was he attracted to me? Or did the idea of sleeping next to another guy, any guy make him hard, as it did me?

Eric turned off the lights, and I got under the covers. I wondered whether I should ask Roy to be on top of me. Would that help get my mind off things and help me to relax? What if he didn’t want to. Maybe I should call Clay? I liked him, and he liked me, too. Perhaps that’d be better. I placed Clay’s face in my mind and began to rub my penis with my fingers. I got hard right away, and soon, I was a few strokes from feeling release. I pulled my hand away. I had no way to clean up, and I could hear Eric moving around in the house. I rolled onto my side. It didn’t take long to drift off to sleep.

I was sitting at a picnic table under a live oak tree when I saw Clay pull up in his car and get out. He stood there at the door and smiled at me. I stood up and he rushed over to me. “Oh you sexy fucker,” he said as he grabbed me and kissed me the way a man should be kissed. Clay should teach classes on how to use one’s tongue. “I’m going to fuck you right on this table.”

“People will see us. We’ll get arrested,” I laughed and grabbed his crotch. Shit, he was hard. I estimated about seven inches of hard hard cock. I went to my knees and pulled his dick out. I ran my tongue down the shaft. Precum oozed from the slit, and I sucked it up. I loved the taste of it.

“I’ve got a blanket in the car. Oh, fuck, you’re gonna make me come. Stop, I want to come in your ass. I want to erase all memory of Elmer.”

I suddenly felt dizzy and sat on the ground. I looked up at Clay. His face was blurry; I looked down at the ground and saw Elmer looking up at me, except that I knew he wasn’t there. Everything seemed to go white.

“John, it’s Eric. Are you OK? You’re having a nightmare.”

I opened my eyes. Lightning flashes lit up the room. He was sitting on the bed next to me; his caring face was looking at me. I sat up and kissed him.

“Don’t do that, John. It’s difficult enough for me to resist you.” He struggled to stand up. My hand brushed against his chest and over his hairy pecs.

I wanted him.  I didn’t want to be alone.  “Please don’t pull away.”

He stood up. “You were having a nightmare, John. I’m not Elmer.”

What had I done? Did I ruin my chance to stay here, to finish high school, and to start my life? “I’m sorry.”

I felt his hand on my shoulder, a rather fatherly thing I will admit. “It’s alright; you were confused. Try to go back to sleep.” He left the room.

I seemed to stare at the ceiling for hours. When I woke up the next morning, it was still raining.

Eric knocked at my door, and I told him to come in. “You doing OK?”

“Sure.”

“Just so you know, part of the high school flooded with the rain, so no classes today. Remember, the house is yours, too. I trust you. You may want to sleep in. Your sleep didn’t sound very restful. See you in about 12 hours.” I heard him go outside; his car started and pulled away.

I got up and showered. I wish I still had a cell phone; I wanted to text Clay or even text Roy. I just didn’t want to feel alone. I dressed and checked outside again. Too much rain for me to go walking about. I looked through the titles of the books on the shelves next to the dining room table. There were several from Hemingway, and I took “For Whom the Bell Tolls” to the couch and began reading.

I must have fallen asleep because there was a banging on the window behind the couch that startled me awake. I turned and saw Roy grinning on the other side. I let him in. He brought a box of chicken and a couple of drinks.

“I talked to Joe this morning; well, I texted him,” said Roy as we sat at the table.

“What’d you tell him?” I asked.

“Nothing. He’s going to hate me when I tell him.”

“No, Roy. I don’t believe that,” I reassured him.

“Please don’t tell him that we practiced fucking yesterday.”

“You don’t need to worry about that.” I wondered whether he would want to practice some more. “I’m not going to say anything to him about what we do. If you want him to know, you’ll have to tell him.”

“Not planning on that. Anyway, I asked him to join us for lunch, but he didn’t think he could get here until a little later.”

I took a sip of my drink and grabbed a piece of chicken.

Roy grabbed one, too. “What are you planning to do after graduation?”

“I was planning to attend UT in Austin.”

“Leaving Oklahoma?”

“I was, but I don’t know now. I’ve got a lot to think about. I hadn’t planned out coming out until I was done with college, but things change.”

“I’m going to OSU; maybe we can be roommates.”

I took another sip. “I thought you were going to be roommates with Joe.”

“Nah, he’s going to LSU. That’s where his dad went.”

A knock at the door made us both look up.

“Want me to get it?” I asked.

“It’s your fucking house,” laughed Roy.

“Oh, yeah.” I got up and let Joe in. He’d stopped off for a burger and fries. “Come into the kitchen.” The three of us sat at the table, and they chatted about basketball. I didn’t know whom they were talking about, and I didn’t care. I kept noticing Joe ’s green eyes. His square face and his slightly rumpled hair made him attractive and totally fuckable. I’d do him if he asked, but then he was the object of Roy’s heart, and I could see why Roy wanted him. Now, did Joe want him?

I looked over at Roy and caught his eye. He looked down and grabbed another piece of chicken. “Hey,” his voice cracked. “What did you decide about the Christmas party?”

I took another piece for myself.

“What do you mean?” asked Joe .

“You said you might ask Sheila. Is that still your plan?”

“What about you, Roy?” snapped Joe.  “Oh, wait, that’s right, you never ask anyone to go to these things.”

“I’ve told you that I’m not interested in dating any of the girls in our class.”

“You can still fuck them. Several of the girls would pull down their panties for you. That goes for you, too, John. I heard Lisa Armstrong tell Sheila that she’d fuck you in an instant.” Joe was actually pointing his finger at me as he said it.

“Any of the guys say they’d bend over for me? Or at least suck my dick?” I asked.

“No.” He chuckled a bit before glancing over at Roy. “What’s he talking about?”

“Mr. Davis,” I said, “Joe, I prefer the kind of pussy that’s just below the dick when a guy is on his back.  I’m gay.  Hasn’t anyone said anything?”

“Fuck no. No one’s said anything about your being a cocksucker.”

“Joe !” exclaimed Roy.

“Sorry, man. I just never met anyone who acted like it was no big deal.  He talks about it like the guys talk about the girls.  Besides, Roy here is the only guy I know who doesn’t date girls. I’ve known him all my life, and as far as I know, he doesn’t suck dicks.” He gave a nervous laugh.

“But you’d like him to?” I asked.

“Like him to what?” Joe’s tone was slightly defensive.

“To suck you,” I replied and shrugged my shoulders.

“Fuck you, John. You’re the faggot, not me. And I’ve never called Roy a cocksucker.”

Roy stood up and leaned forward.  “What if I were… gay? Would we still be best friends?”

“But you’re not, Roy. I don’t like these what-if games.” Joe stood up.

Roy took a deep breath and put his hand on Joe’s arm. “This isn’t a game, Joe . I am gay, and I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time.”

“Don’t touch me. I can’t fucking believe this.” Joe turned to go.

“Stay, please. Talk to me. I know it’s a surprise.”

“It ain’t no surprise. People have been saying things for years; asking me, and I defended you. I’m getting out of here.” Joe moved quickly to the door, leaving what was left of his lunch. Roy followed him to the door and watched him go without calling his name.

He turned to me. “I feel like shit, but I had a feeling that he would reject me.”  His voice was strained; his eyes, misty. “I knew the chances were slim that he’d be gay, too. Plus, even if he were, what are the chances that he’d have the same feelings?”

I put my arm around him. He turned and looked at me. “I’ve got more condoms in the car, want to fuck around?”

“I am kind of horny after all that cock sucking talk,” I laughed.

“I’ll go get them.” Roy ran out to his car and came back with a grin on his face. He slipped a small packet into my pocket. I knew he was hurting inside. Despite his words, he had hoped for a different reaction from Joe. I led him to my bedroom.

He dropped to his knees and pulled my clothing down. “I know that I want to practice being a pitcher, but I really want you to fuck me again. I liked it more than I thought I would.” He put the condom on my already hard cock. Then he stripped himself naked and got on my bed. With his hands spreading his butt cheeks, his hole was exposed to me. I lubricated the entrance to his tunnel with the lube he had put into my pocket. My dick wanted to be inside him.

“I’m ready,” he told me.

I angled my cock down and pressed the head into his cunt. This time I continued to push into him, and we developed a rhythm rather quickly. I plunged in and out of him. His tunnel still had a tight grip on me, and I quickened the pace; I knew I was coming, and I pushed myself into him and filled the condom. The sexual frustration I’d felt building from the night before had been reduced, but I wasn’t finished.

I pulled out and removed the condom. I grabbed another and placed it over Roy’s throbbing shaft. After stretching his legs straight, I fingered my hole with the lubricant, and while facing his feet, I lowered myself onto his rod.

The stretch was amazing, but as it wasn’t my first time, I was able to lower myself onto him. I felt almost the full length of his hardness within me. Staying in that position for a good thirty seconds and allowing myself to adjust, I prepared to move up and down his cock. I continued cycling on him even after seeing a shadow in my doorway.

Roy mumbled and moaned. He repeated “oh, yeah” several times. His hands were holding mine. I sensed his body tense at one point, and he began to push up into me. He grunted as he filled the condom, and I smiled. The shadow moved away. We had just started an afternoon of sex.

I wondered whether Eric Johnson had seen enough, or did he intend to watch the rest of our activities?

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