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“Are you asleep?” Efrem asks.

He asks because he has lain on his back awake in this queen sized bed across from the other queen sized bed and all of the day is still going through his head. He almost whispers it, says it in a voice a little louder so that he will not wake Isaac if, indeed, Isaac is asleep.

But he isn’t, and Isaac says so.

“I never fell asleep,” Efrem says. “I can’t sleep.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes.”

“Sean?’

“Yes?’

“Do you love him?”

“I do,” Efrem says. “I’ve always loved him. We’ve been friends since… a long time.”

Isaac doesn’t say anything, and Efrem says, “Do you have any other questions?”

Efrem thinks, Do not let your next question be something I can’t answer.

“No,” Isaac says. And then, “I do, but they don’t make sense. They’re not important. You know?”

When Efrem says nothing, Isaac says, “They’re the kind of questions that die on your tongue cause they don’t make enough sense out loud. They don’t matter enough.”

“Come here,” Efrem says.

Isaac climbs out of bed. He is in his Jockeys, and he sits on the side of the bed looking down on Ef.

“You don’t have to ask if I love Sean more than you. It’s a different love. You know. You’re going to be a married man and I’m going to be a man with a man and so, you know, our love is our love. It’s complete. It’s what it is.”

Isaac stands up, but only to lift up the comforter, and climb under it, beside Efrem.

“It’s what is now,” Isaac says.

It is at this same moment when Isaac leans closer that Efrem kisses him, that hands go to hands and arms pull each other in, that hands run up and down naked backs and bodies push together. Hearts and loins rise. Cocks swell and touch as legs wrap together and all questions are silenced in kissing, all breathing deepened by taking in each other’s breaths. They move under the blanket silently. While Efrem’s tongue is shoved into the wet hotness of Isaac’s mouth, Efrem tugs down Isaac’s briefs as Isaac yanks down his shorts. Moaning under Isaac and the heat of his body, Efrem is almost breaking. In the darkness of that room they give themselves up to the wonder of each other.

Later on Isaac will write in his journal, “Then there was nothing between us, because nothing should be between us.”

“You want me to leave her?”

Efrem said nothing.

“You can’t just be silent,” Isaac said. “It’s not fair.”

“None of it is fair.”

The morning light is weak and they lay on the bed together, white skin and brown skin, limbs together, Isaac’s head pressed against Efrem Walker’s chest.

“I hadn’t planned this,” Efrem said. “When we got up yesterday this wasn’t the plan.”

“But it was,” Isaac said.

Efrem thought of Isaac coming to his door yesterday, his winter white skin glowing, his dark hair and dragon eyes, his jeans tucked into tan boots, his the big winter jacket, the smell of his cologne.

“It’s always planned in some way,” Efrem agreed.

Isaac said, touching Efrem’s chest. “This is what we are to each other. I didn’t know I loved you like this.”

“But I think you love her just as much.”

They didn’t speak her name. It wasn’t right.

“I think you love her as much as you love me.”

“You love Sean as much as you love me?”

Isaac looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

“No,” Efrem said, honestly. Then he said, “I don’t think I can love anyone as much as I love you. Not really.”

Isaac sat up in bed, swearing.

“Goddamn.”

“What?”

“You can’t fucking say that to me when I’m about to get married.”

Efrem lay on his back, not saying anything.

“If I’m getting married you need to tell me the guy you love you love just as much as me. You need to tell me that you and Sean are a good idea and me and Jinny are a good idea and you and me are a bad idea.”

“But we’re not a bad idea,” Efrem said. “We’re an undeveloped idea, and that’s totally different.”

“Well ,then,” Isaac turned to him, standing before him naked, having no idea how beautiful he was, long and toned, the color of roses, his sex dangling from the dark cloud of hair, “What do you want from me? From us? You want to just sit there cool like you always are and watch me marry Jinny?”

“I want you to come back to bed,” Efrem said, honestly. “Everything we did I waited too long to do and didn’t even understand that I was waiting for it.”

When they had made love again, and it was Efrem whose head was in Isaac chest while they were both gasping, covered in sweat and sticky with semen, Efrem ran the back of his hand along Isaac’s side, opened his hand to feel the back of him. His ass, his ass, his ass, as soft and tender as Efrem thought it would be. Fresh like milk, caressable, kissable. Kissable.

“There,” Efrem said. “I’m the first man you’ve ever been with. I want to be your last. I’m your best friend. I don’t really believe you can shift from that to the love of a lifetime. Not so quickly.”

“So you won’t have me?” Isaac said. “You’ll stay with Sean?’

“For now. Yes.”

“And you want me to go and marry Jinny.”

“Isaac,” Efrem said, pushing himself up so that they were face to face, heads on pillows.

“I am not going to go from your best friend to your boyfriend right now. I’m not. It’s just… not wise. But what you choose to do with that is your decision.”

Thursday evening the sun set quickly. Winter had gone to spring and then to summer and fall and back to winter again. Memories of books fade, vows fade, marriage frays, pictures on the mantle fade. The glory of the revelation of that first night in that first hotel does not fade. Here was the fresh snow at the end of a wholly different winter. They would go far out to a restaurant tonight, good wine and good food tonight. And the hotel. When things unraveled, when she began to talk about the priest she had met at a retreat center the Easter before their marriage, and he began to talk about wanting men, there was no way he could have invited Efrem to his house and it not be strange or hurtful. Efrem had pointed this out. It had taken a while for Isaac to see it. Even after Jinny had moved back to her home, Efrem was careful about coming to the apartment above the bookstore. Isaac had almost been offended that Jinny had met a man on that retreat to the convent. Efrem had not pointed out that it was the same weekend Isaac spent in bed with him, even though he had promised to remain celibate until his marriage.

Isaac wondered why Valentine’s Day wasn’t in the spring when birds were singing and flowers came. Efrem Walker smelled so good beside him, and because the heat was blasted up in the car, the smell of his cologne rose to fill up the space.

“Where are we going, Isaac?” he asked.

“I hope I can remember,” Isaac said.

They headed southwest on Main, past City College and out to where there were more ranch houses and fewer sidewalks, then Isaac turned and swung through gates, and Efrem said, “We’re in a cemetery. Albeit a cemetery that looks like a golf course. Isaac, are we about to do something freaky?”

“I don’t think so,” he told him as they drove, paying more attention to the lay out of the necropolis. He seemed to remembering something.

When they parked, he rounded the car to let him out.

Efrem blinked.

“How… gallant.”

“I can be,” Isaac said.

He grinned a little, and grinning had been very rare in the last few months, since people had begin to test the water, see what sides they should take once new of the divorce of such a short marriage was official. Efrem had said nothing, had understood it would be wisest to say nothing. He had kept as apparently distant and silence as always.

“Now,” Isaac told him, taking Efrem’s gloved hand in his, “this isn’t romantic, but it’s necessary.”

Taking his hand was for hotel rooms when neither of them had succeeded in staying apart, for the night before the wedding when Isaac had begged him to help the world made sense, then cursed him, then begged forgiveness then come back to bed. And, apparently, taking his hand was for cemeteries on Valentine’s Day.

They crossed the dead grass, the humps of snow, and Isaac looked down at the headstone that was cracked and abandoned and read:

ELIZABETH C. WEAVER
1953-1988
Devoted wife,
Fearless mother

“Those last two lines I can’t attest to,” Isaac told Efrem, “I can’t even say that I accuse her. But I can say I’m letting her go. I’m here for that right now. I guess that’s your big present, I brought you here with me now that I’m letting go of the ghosts. I haven’t been here since I was eleven. I probably won’t come back again. But, I had to now, to bring you here, and this is certainly the most unromantic thing I could think of doing.”

“It can’t all be about romance,” Efrem said.

“When will you finally come to me?”

“I am with you.”

“Openly.”

“Six months? In a time when it doesn’t seem like I’m the reason things didn’t work out.”

“But you—”

“Don’t,” Efrem said.

Isaac squeezed his hand and, after a moment, Efrem squeezed it back.

They stood at the grave for a long time, Efrem unable to tell anything from Isaac’s face, and then they got back in the car and drove to his house.

“Isaac, how are you?” she asked him.

He didn’t smile. He did the little brow furrowing thing Efrem was so used to.

Suddenly, Isaac turned to Efrem, and kissed him hard on the mouth. Efrem’s stoicism melted in it. He would wait half a year. He would not throw this in Jinny’s face, but he would love Isaac. He would have him tonight. He would touch his face, his hair, kiss his lips, taste his tongue right here. They would stand together in the same cemetery looking down on a slab that read CJ WALKER and say goodbye to a father he thought he’d said goodbye to long ago. Efrem would let himself be soft, be on occasion… weak, in Isaac’s arms.

The wiry strength of Isaac’s arms.

Isaac released him, grinning fiercely, his breath smelling like mint, Efrem’s mouth tasting like mint from being filled with Isaac’s tongue, Efrem’s flesh humming to experience Isaac’s body again.

“How am I?” Isaac said. “Really, really good, actually. Real good

So just got back from a date outdoors. Next to his car. He was a slim and beautiful man. Nice body and a nice dick. We met outside and he pushed me to the car. I met him on Grindr and not much words was spoken by us. He did not need any, I already knew what was going to happen.We kissed and I touched his dick, that grew in his pants. He unzipped his pants and his big cock came out. I turned him around and kneeled in front of him. I took his cock in my mouth, and use my cock to erect it even more. I felt his hand on the back of my head.I stoked his cock and licked the top with my tongue. He had precum pretty quick and I tasted it. I kept jerking him off with my mouth, as he moved my head over his shaft. I sucked him hard and he was so horny. No doubt about that.I took his cock out of and sucked his balls.

I felt that he liked that. I stood up and pulled my pants down. He touched my ass with his hands and felt a Buttplug. He smiled and pushed again to the car. He easily pulled out the plug and felt my asshole with his fingers. He pushed 2 fingers in and I loved it.

He used some lube oil on his dick and with three fingers he lubed my hole. He stroked his dick and pushed again my asshole. With a quick stroke he pushed it in and I moaned. He trust his dick inside me and started to fuck me. First slow, but he moved up his tempo. He layed both hands on my hips and fucked me hard. His balls slapping against my ass, his dick going in deep. He liked ii so much, that he pulled my hair and bend me over. My butt cheeks became red by his pounding. I loved every move of it. He moaned loudly and pulled his dick out. He took me aside and opened his car door. He ordered me in my knees on the passenger seat. I sat down the way he wanted it and he stood behind me. Pushing his dick back in my ass and fucked me. He moaned. ‘you are so fucking nice.’

He fucked me so hard and so loud. I here and feel his body slapped agains my ass. His dick deep in my boipussy. He trusted hard. Suddenly he moaned loudly and shot his cum in side my ass. He trusted his dick all the way in and pumped his load…He did not pulled out and kept fucking my boipussy. His dick stopped being hard and he pulled out. Some cum slides from my ass to my legs. He shovel his cock between my legs and picked up some cum. I turned around and started to suck his cock with cum. I loved the taste.

I cleaned his cock and swallowed the cum, he just took out my ass. He kissed me and thanked for the quick Seks. I walked back to my car and fell the cum all over my ass hole and legs.

On my way home I was still horny and I texted my Daddy. I just took a load from a stranger. Creampie. And now it’s his turn to fuck me blow his load in. He gladly agreed. I stopped at his house and he let me in. In the kitchen he bend me over the table and pulled my pants down.He kneeled down and licked my ass hole. ‘damn, boy. That’s a lot, your ass is nice and lubed.’ he smiled and dropped his pants, stroked his dick until it became hard and pushed it in my ass. He trusted hard and fast. Enjoyed my previously fucked boipussy.

The other mans cum leaked out when he pulls his cock out. With his fingers he took some cum and while he shoved his cock back in, he puts his fingers in my mouth. ‘fuck yeah.’ he moaned loudly. He fucked me hard and fast. His dick was clearly bigger than the other.With every trust he did, I felt my prostate. Perfect feeling for a bottom slut like me. He took his cock out, pulled me backwards, turned me around and lift me on the table. I fell backwards as he pulled my legs up. He hanged his cock in front of my ass hole. He slowly pushed his cock in and started to trust hard. My already red butt cheeks became more red by his fucking. This was so hot. He fucked until he almost came.’cum in my mouth, daddy.’He smiled as he fucked me, while he stroked my dick. He fucked me harder, he is almost there. He pulled out and I kneeled down. Taking his cock in my mouth as he came. He cummed a lot and all in my mouth. I sucked every drip of cum out him and he enjoyed it. He smiled as I sucked his cock.’taking you, my fuck boy.’

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Greetings: My name is Clarence Devore, and I am 40 years old. My surname is rare, and the only other people I know with this last name are members of my family. I live in a medium-size Midwestern city, in a decent middle-class neighbourhood.

I had the day off from my job as bookkeeper/accountant in a factory in my city. I was sitting in my living room reading a book about history, my favourite subject. At 10 a.m., my doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I was curious to see who it might be—probably a salesman. When I opened the door, there stood a good-looking guy about 20 years old. He introduced himself.

“Hello. My name is Peter De Vore.”

“How interesting,” I replied. Maybe we are related.”

His response sent cold chills down my spine. “Yes, we are related. I am your son.”

“Whoa,” I exclaimed. “I don’t have a son.” Instead of simply saying, “This is some kind of fraud. Go away. Instead I said, “Let’s go inside and discuss this.”

Once seated on my sofa, I explained that I was never married, and asked who his mother is.

“I’m not permitted to tell you,” he replied in a mysterious way.

I asked him if he would like something to drink, I was already nourishing an Irish whiskey, and he replied, “I’ll have what you are drinking.”

“You will need to show me DNA proof that you are my son,” I explained.

“I happen to have it with me,” he assured me.

“Good,” I replied. “I happen to have a friend who is a geneticist. I’ll submit it to him.”

I scanned his DNA and e-mailed it to my friend. He replied very quickly, telling me that our DNAs match almost perfectly. I was shocked. I told Peter the results, and he gave me a smirking smile.

Peter then surprised me by stating, “I’m very unhappy where I’m living. Can I live here?”

“Hey, I don’t know. I’m used to living alone. I do have a spare bed room,” was my startled response. Give me a couple of days to think about it. I don’t do anything in a hurry. Give me your phone number, and I’ll respond in a couple of days to think about it. I’ll phone you with my decision.”

I mused the rest of the day about this possibility. “After all, he ISmy son,“ I thought. This was an idea difficult to grasp. The more I thought about it, the better I liked it. So two days after his visit, I phoned Peter and told him that I would accept. He was thrilled. Several hours later, he appeared in his beat-up old car, with two large suitcases. He took them to his bedroom, and we settled down for conversion.

“You’d be surprised how much I know about you. I have read your memoirs,” he remarked.

I was astonished. He went on, boldly, I might add, to say that we have many things in common.

“Such as,” I asked.

“I too am gay, but I prefer guys over 35. Unlike you, who prefers them young.” He went on to say, “You are a handsome guy for 40 years old.”

“Well, I go to the gym four days a week, and I don’t have any blubber,” I explained.

The big mystery explained

I was wracking my brain every day to figure out how I could be Peter’s father. Then it hit me. When I was about 20, I discovered a sperm bank in my city that paid $1,000 per donation. Partly to earn the money, and partly to brag to my friends, I applied and was accepted. Remembering that incident helped clear my head.

Peter needed to find a job. I spoke to the owner of the factory where I work, and got Peter a job in the shipping department, with the promise of a fast promotion.

After the fourth or fifth day after Peter moved in, he threw me a whopper. “I’d like to suck your dick,” he implored.

“Wait a minute. We are father and son, and that would be incest,” I cautioned.

“So what,” he retorted. “Who will know? And what does it matter? Let’s go to the bedroom, you stretch out, close your eyes, and pretend that I’m somebody you don’t know.”

I was torn between the little devil on one shoulder, and a good angel on the other. Of course, the little devil won, so I obeyed my “boss’s” wishes, but with misgivings.

But I couldn’t keep my eyes shut. I quickly opened them to find Peter nude. I couldn’t keep from admiring his handsome face and trim body. His cock was exactly the same as mine in length and girth. Peter had acquired good training, because he could swallow my entire dick with ease.

Once I came (not cummed) I sat up on the bed and grabbed Peter’s cock. With a mixture of guilt and sexual appetite I went down on Peter. It was almost like sucking my own cock, which I could never do.

Peter’s narrative

“Hello, my name is Peter—Peter DeVore. You already know a lot about be, but I wanted to add my two cents’ worth. I love to putter around in the backyard. One day after work on a pleasant summer late afternoon, I was putting down new plants, when I was interrupted by a female voice saying hello. She greeted me by saying, I am Amy Jones, your neighbor. I brought you a slice of sponge cake that I just made.”

“Thanks,” I replied, instinctively disliking her.

“How do you like living with your father,” she asked. My dad and I resemble each other closely, so everyone assumes that we are father and son. I replied that I love living with him.

Then she asked, “Where did you live before moving here?”

“Mrs. Jones, I replied. “I thank you for the sponge cake, but I prefer not to discuss my private life.”

She gave me a haughty look and ran back into her house. “What a yenta and neighborhood gossip,” I thought.

After a couple of weeks sleeping in my bedroom, I decided that I would rather sleep with my daddy. I put the question to him.

“You are always full of surprises,” father remarked. “I’ve slept alone all of my life. I don’t know if I can get used to it.”

“You’ll get used to it fast,” I assured him. I made my bed for the last time. I suggested that we sleep nude, facing one another. Sure enough, once in bed, we began passionate love-making.

“I love you Daddy.”

“I love you too, son.”

And so our routine went. I joined the same gym as my dad, and worked out together. We got many admiring glances. I provided daddy with tricks, or should I say treats, which I picked up at the gym, or other dins of sin, such as parks, highway rest stops, or adult book theaters. Speaking of rest stops, I met a lot of hot truckers, ready for a quickly.

So that’s my story. I relate this two years after moving in with daddy, and I am happier every day. – Peter.

Ever since my parents died in a car accident, I have been living in their house where I haven’t changed much. It looks like a museum. I am twenty-four years old and I am a chemistry teacher in high school.

As always I have a dinner at the neighbor’s. My best friend Sarah who is in her final year of college on the other side of the state asked me to take care of her widowed dad. I am two years older than Sarah and I decided to go to college closer to home so I never left my parents house.

I have blonde long shoulder-length hair that I generally wear in a ponytail. My eyes are almond brown and shaped. I have a small nose and a slender muscular body thanks to my morning jog. I have delicate pale skin which makes my cheeks blush easily, which I definitely hate.

I finished the dinner I had prepared for myself and Greg, Sarah’s dad, and set it on the table.

“Greg dinner is ready!” I shout and hear grumbling. Apparently something was going on on a TV. A game of course. I don’t understand what the fuss all about to be honest. Only thing that’s interesting to me are tight pants in which the footballers are running around the field. Greg came into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I join him and we start to eat.

“So how was work today?” I ask Greg who is vacuuming dinner how much he is in a hurry to get back to the game.

“As usual. The brats are stupid because they are constantly sitting in front of computer screens and play video games. ” Greg growled in his deep masculine voice that attracted me so much. Greg normally teaches physical education at the same high school where I work, and he is also the coach of the schools football team. Greg had Sarah at seventeen so he is only fifteen years older than me.

He’s so sexy. He has short black hair and beautiful blue eyes that when they look at you it seem as they see into your soul. A sharp nose that had been broken several times. Tanned skin I’d like to lick. He is muscular because he takes care of himself. Exercise for at least two hours a day. He has a five o clock shadow. Barrel chest and firm muscles.

“That’s where I agree, that they stare at games too much, but again, not everyone can be like …” I don’t know how to finish the sentence.

“Stupid?” Greg smiled, revealing dimples.

“Maybe …” I reply with a smile and return to my plate.

“How was your day?” He asked me between bites.

“Today, little Jamenson surprised me how well he knows chemistry.”

“Really?”Greg asked surprised. I enthusiastically then describe to Greg how we worked on the experiment and how Jamenson excelled at it.

“It’s interesting. A Punk like him is good at something. ” I rolled my eyes. I mean if his dad is in jail it doesn’t have to mean he’s a punk. The kid never had any problems.

“Just because he’s Mark’s son it doesn’t mean he’s a punk right away?”

“I didn’t mean it like that ….” I stared into those piercing blue eyes and Greg looked away.

“You did think so… Don’t lie. I don’t know at moments like this… ”I broke off at the last minute. I almost said something that would surely ruin our friendship, and I can’t live without him. Well, I love him. We’re disagree on some things and some times he thinks really stupidly, but he’s good natured, generous, fun plus I’ve almost lived with him and Sarah for the last couple of years.

Greg watched me with his penetrating gaze and tried to penetrate my soul. I quickly finished dinner and got up and put a plate, fork and knife in the sink and started washing the dishes.

In a few moments Greg came up to me and placed his plate on the kitchen counter. He was so close to me that I could smell his masculine scent that had plagued me for years. He went to the fridge and took a beer and returned to the game in the living room.

I think he has suspected for some time that I am obsessed with him because sometimes he looks at me strangely. He knows I’m gay and he doesn’t mind.

When I’m done with the dishes I take the apple juice and go to the living room where Greg is reclining on the couch and watches the game. He didn’t take his eyes off the TV when I walked in. On the table next to him is a can of beer and an ashtray.

I reach for the couch and sit on it and stare at the TV screen enjoying the view of the players ’buttocks in those tight uniforms. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Greg take a cigarette from the package and light it, inhaling the smoke.

The next thing I know, someone is calling to me from a dream. I open my eyes and realize that I have fallen asleep and seems to have laid my head in Greg’s lap in my sleep. He must have panicked, but when I look at the TV. The game was over and when I came in it was the first half. Interesting. I sit on the couch and stare at Greg who is watching me seriously.

“I’m sorry …” Greg got up and picked up a can of beer and an ashtray and took them to the kitchen to get rid of them.

“It’s all right, Simon.” He’s frowning it means the game was really bad. Great tomorrow, both teachers and students will be targets for his anger. Who else but me is here to calm him.

I get up and follow him. I come into the kitchen and find him washing the ashtray.

“Greg, please don’t do stupid things at school tomorrow.”

“What do you mean?” He asked me without turning around. His voice was dangerous.

“Well, don’t bully people.” He threw the ashtray into the sink and turned to me with fire in his eyes. Anger simmered in them.

“They call those idiots players. I! I played better and they didn’t recruit me. Too rough. I mean, please, it’s football, you have to be rough. ” Greg nailed me to the wall. He looked me in the eye like a mad beast. He is so passionate when it comes to football. His chest rose and fell unevenly as if he were running a marathon. My dick twitched in my pants. His earthy scent drives me crazy.

“Um …” I tried to think of something, but he interrupted me.

“Then how could I not be angry. It’s not my fault that these idiots make me angry. I have to get rid of stress somehow or I’ll break. ” He even spat in my face as he yelled. It turned me on even more.

“I have to go …” I’d better move now before I do anything stupid. Greg immediately squinted a little, but anger was still boiling inside him.

“I’m sorry …” His gaze dropped to my bulge in my pants, and he coughed and looked up at me again. Our eyes met for a moment and I quickly ran out of the kitchen through the back door and ran to my house and locked myself in it as if the devil were chasing me.

If only I had been there a few more minutes. I think I would throw myself at Greg. Knelt between his legs and sucked his dick. That mustn’t happen he’s my best friend’s dad He’s hetero. It has now been confirmed to him that I am burning for him. Till now he must have only suspected. Now he knows.

It’s been a few days since I’ve been around Greg. I’m avoid him a little. We have dinner and breakfast together in general, but not since that day. I can not. I mean when I got home that night I jerked off in the shower imagining him coming in the shower and bending me over and fucking me. No I can’t be near him anymore. It’s too painful. I can no longer deny my feelings for him.

I think it’s time to install the grindr and find some guy to get Greg out of my system. It will be difficult.

I walk out of the classroom and Greg is leaning against the wall in front of it. He is wearing short blue shorts, thus revealing his hairy muscular legs. The shirt is sleeveless so it reveals his biceps. He has a whistle around his neck. Looks like he hasn’t slept in a while. He looks tired.

“Hey Simon can we talk somewhere.” He asked in his deep voice that my dick in tight jeans began to twitch.

“We can.” I answer uncertainly and wait for the classroom to empty. My last chemistry class today was over so the classroom is empty and we can talk in it.

Greg came in behind me and closed the door and locked it. I lean back on my desk and wait watching him put his hands in his pockets with only his thumbs sticking out.

“Uh … I really need a cigarette …” He began staring at me wearily.

“Sorry …” I say not knowing what else to say.

“Why are you avoiding me?” We ask looking at me with those beautiful eyes of his.

“Um … I’m not avoiding you. I’m just busy. You know I’m overwhelmed with school and grading tests and that …” We both knew I was shitting, because when I’m nervous I talk nonsense. I turn around and start cleaning the papers around the table when I suddenly feel him standing right behind me.

“Tell me the truth, Simon. Don’t lie to me.” I sigh and turn back to him and lower my head.

“I like you Greg …”

“And I like you Simon …” Greg says gently.

“You don’t understand … I look at you like a man with who I can be…” I say and Greg laughs and puts his finger under my chin and raises my head and our eyes meet.

“I look at you the same Simon.” He says connects his rough lips to mine and kisses me gently. I was shocked. I didn’t know what to do. When he separated from me he stared into my eyes with a smile on his face.

“You’re straight …” I said the first thing that came to mind.

“Yes I am, except when it comes to you. I mean I enjoy your company. I love the way you take care of me. You’re fun, good natured. Fiery when you need to be and I can’t deny you have a good ass.” I looked at him and my eyes began to blur. My tears blurred them. Is it possible I have a chance with Greg. With my best friend’s dad. With the epitome of masculinity.

I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. He welcomed me willingly, gripping me tightly around the waist with those calloused strong hands.

He opened his mouth immediately, ready to welcome me. His tongue greeted me in a dance we created ourselves. A special rhythm that was specific for us.

His earthy smell drove me crazy so my dick was hard as a rock. I pulled away from him and stood on the floor and saw him watching me with lust in his eyes.

“You’re sure of this.” I ask just in case one more time if I misunderstood something the first time.

“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it a lot the last few days and I realized I can’t live without you in my life.” He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close in his strong muscular body looking me straight in the eyes full of emotion.

“So what now?” I ask nervously running my manicured fingers over his magnificent chest hidden under that shirt, but barely hidden.

“I’m taking you on a date tonight. Dinner and movies?” Greg asked and I smiled contentedly.

“You won’t mind, if they see you with a guy on a date.” I ask uncertainly. I still can’t believe my luck.

“Let them talk.” I smile and hope it will be so without any problems.

“Okay.” Greg looked at the watch on his hand and grunted.

“I’m late for training. I have to go.” He says he kisses me quickly and disappears from the classroom.

Greg knocked on my door at eight that night. I was wearing tight black jeans that perfectly portrayed my firm butt and hips and creamy shirt. I let my hair loose so that it swayed freely.

I opened the door and saw Greg. He had worn-out jeans and a black T-shirt that fit perfectly to his chest. Just like jeans to his legs. He wore a black motorcycle leather jacket over his T-shirt. He looked H.O.T. He had just inhaled the last puff of cigarette smoke and extinguished it and tossed it in the trash can on the porch.

“You look perfect babe.” He said and he kissed me penetrating my mouth with his tongue. He really knew how to kiss. He led me to the motorcycle Harley and handed me a helmet. He got on the beast and started it. Then I joined him and we rushed down the road. I leaned against his back and rested my head on his shoulder and sighed enjoying the perfect moment. I held tight around his waist and enjoyed the ride.

Dinner was actually at McDonalds. He knows what I love. Man after my Heart. Perfect for me.

We sat at the table and ate our burgers and talked. I found out how he met Elizabeth, Sarah’s mom. And how he persuaded her to give him a chance. Athlete and biker from the trailer park. He had to prove to her that he was worthy of her. He then told me what it was like to grow up with an alcoholic mother and without a father. I told him what it was like before they moved into the house next door. How we had problems with that old neighbor because nothing was right with him. Swing too high so he can’t watch the birds. I mean.

I learned a lot more about him and fell in love with him even more. After dinner we were at the cinema watching some cheesy movie that we half the movie actually make out in the dark. Most of the movie I sat on his lap and rubbed against his bulge as he devoured me with kisses and kneaded my ass.

We barely got out of the cinema and that was embarrassing because our dicks were hard so we walked weirdly. We had to stop in front of the building until we calmed down so we could sit on the Harley. That’s where the idea came to me.

“Let’s go behind the building.” I pull Greg by the arm and lead him into a dark alley, take a cigarette from his mouth and put it out on the concrete.

“Hey!” Greg grumbled, but not for long as I knelt on the concrete and unzipped his fly on his jeans and released his big fat dick.

I stuck out my tongue and licked it from root to head enjoying that salty taste of his. Greg sighed and put his fists on my shoulders. I unzipped my fly and freed myself and started jerking while I held him by the root with the other hand and slowly wrapped my lips around his head and started sucking him. I sucked his dick like a lollipop while Greg moaned with pleasure. I licked it and sucked with pleasure. It was salty but somehow sweet. Somehow it was his own taste. Its masculine smell and taste made me drunk.

“There babe!” He groaned as he ran his fingers through my hair.

I sucked harder and faster until Greg moaned and shivered and growled and filled my mouth with his cum. It turned me on so much that I came on the concrete in front of me and his military boots.

I got up and swallowed his cum when Greg saw that he growled and took me in his arms and kissed me hard.

Parking the bike in the garage we didn’t even realize Sarah had come home because we were preoccupied with each other.

When we got off the Harley Greg nailed me to the closed garage door and kissed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He penetrated my mouth with his tongue and fucked them with his talented mouth. He was also gentle but again rough.

“I meant to surprise you, but here you surprised me.” Sarah’s voice was a cold shower to us. I almost fell on my ass when Greg dropped me from his arms. We turned to Sarah who was smiling as if the sight of the two of us being scared is amusing to her.

“Sarah …” Greg was as pale as a ghost. He obviously didn’t know how Sarah would react or what was going through her head now. Honestly, I was terrified too. Has this relationship already doomed without actually starting.

“In the living room now!” Sarah said and turned on her heel and disappeared. I looked at Greg who was still looking at the place where Sarah had stood a few moments ago.

“Greg …” I said his name uncertainly, and Greg just headed for the entrance to the house like a zombie and disappeared inside. I followed him and found Sarah sitting on the couch with her legs crossed looking at Greg with a serious look, but that look was the facade. That how much I know my best friend. She’s trying to hide a smile.

“Sarah … I …” Greg began, but Sarah interrupted him, looking him straight in the eyes.

“How long?” Greg looked at me uncertainly and frightened for the first time. I mean obviously he’s afraid of losing his daughter. I understand him, I would probably be scared in his place too. He would probably choose a daughter instead of some guy. I think I love him, but Sarah is his daughter.

“Um … Just a few days …” Greg said, standing uncertainly in front of Sarah. She now leaned back on the couch and sighed.

“Finally!” Greg and I looked at her confused and I finally found my voice.

“What?” Greg and I looked at each other confused. I can see Greg’s color coming back.

“Let me see. You’re in love with my dad… I don’t know since when… Always probably, and you dad started watching Simon like he watched you. Simon may have been blind to see it because he tried to hide his feelings, but you’re obviously figured it all out when you’ve obviously been on a date now. ” We both stared at her in disbelief.

“You don’t mind …” Greg began, and Sarah interrupted.

“Of course I don’t mind, but Simon, if you hurt my dad, you’re dead. The same goes for you, Dad. And I won’t call you dad, Simon. I mean, sleep in Simon’s house. The walls in here are thin.”

Greg grabbed my hand and squeezed it and smiled a mischievous smile.

“We haven’t gotten to that yet, and we could ….” Sarah jumped to her feet with her eyes wide open.

“Too much information, Dad! Too much information! Now, Simon, Dad, I’m going to see some other people because if I stay here with you, I’ll just trow up from your cuteness. Bye!” Sarah said and disappeared from the living room. In a few minutes we heard the front door open and close. We were left alone in the house.

“This was interesting …” Greg said with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Yes …” was all I could say before Greg attacked my mouth and pulled me close. Sighing in surprise, I let him into my mouth. He caressed my tongue with his gently from the beginning and then strongly. I felt him being hard just as he could feel my dick being hard as a rock. After we parted to catch our breath I knelt without taking my eyes off his and slowly unzipped his fly on his jeans and lowered them to his knees and then lowered my gaze to the tent in his boxes.

I released his monster and licked the head with my tongue. I teased him at which Greg shuddered and sighed loudly. The pleasure I was giving him so turned me on that I was uncomfortable in my jeans.

I licked his dick from head to the root and swallowed one testicle and gave it attention by sucking and massaging it gently. Then I gave the same attention to the other testicle. Licking it. His balls were hairy, and beautiful. Then I slowly climbed up to his head with my tongue again and swallowed his whole dick to the root looking at his face. His face was red and in the ecstasy I was giving him.

I sucked his dick and licked it with a gusto. Enjoying the sounds Greg produced.

“Stop.” He growled and pulled me to my feet. I was confused until Greg knelt between my legs. I groaned.

“Are you sure.”

“Yes, I want to give the man I love the pleasure he gave me. I’m definitely sure.” After the word love I heard nothing. Greg unzipped the fly and struggled to take off my tight jeans thus freeing my dick. He grabbed it with his fist uncertainly. He pulled a couple of times and looked at my face. “I don’t know what to do …” He sounded uncertain for the first time about sex.

“Just do what you love that someone does to you and watch your teeth.” I said gently and Greg kissed my cockhead with his rough cracked lips which made me shiver and struggled to stand on my feet. Then he swallowed my head and started sucking my dick. He sucked so gently trying uncertainly.

“So Good!” I sighed and ran my fingers over his black hair. My encouragement encouraged him and he started sucking my dick more surely. His warm mouth fit perfectly around my dick. I could feel his warm breath on my dick. He wrapped his arms around my buttocks and parted them and teased my hole with his finger as he sucked my dick.

I moaned enjoying his actions. He pulled his mouth from my dick and moistened his finger which teased my hole looking straight into my eyes. In his eyes I saw a flame of lust and passion.

He put his mouth back on my dick and continued to suck it as he began to penetrate my hole with one finger. The muscles of my anus stretched around his finger. He penetrated me so gently from the start. Then all the rougher and faster.

The first finger was joined by the second spreading me and preparing for his dick. I held on, for his shoulders so as not to collapse with pleasure on the floor. My balls stiffened.

“I need you inside me or I’m going to explode.” Greg stood up and I bend over on the couch so I squirmed. Greg groaned and ran to his bedroom and returned in a minute with a bottle of lubricant.

“Hell, I don’t have a condom.” I smiled at him.

“I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in two years. Ever since you got alone.” He growled and opened a bottle of lubricant and put quite a bit on his big fat dick.

“I haven’t been with anyone in two years either. Since Elizabeth died.” He said hoarsely putting a lubricant with his finger on my anus teasing me.

“I love you Greg.” I said as Greg adjusted his dick on my opening. He grabbed me by the hip with one hand and guided his dick with the other.

“I love you too babe.” He said penetrating me. Expanding my anus muscles with his size. I groaned for a moment in pain at which Greg stopped only his cockhead in me.

“Don’t stop!” I groaned clenching my fists on the the couch.

“I do not want to hurt you.” Concern was heard in Greg’s voice.

“You’ll hurt me if you stop. It was a pleasant pain. Trust me.” I said through clenched teeth.

Greg continued to slowly enter me. Until he was in completely and joined his hips to my buttocks. I got up a little and took off my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. I turned my head behind me and saw Greg unbutton his shirt looking at me with a glowing look of desire. He revealed his hairy chest and belly. He was perfect. With not a ounce of fat. The shoulders and the chest were wide. His muscles flexed as he took off his shirt then leaned over and joined our lips in a passionate kiss. Covering my back with his hairy chest. He was enchanting.

After we parted our lips I realized that the pain had grown into pleasure and I smiled and started moving. He growled and grabbed me with both hands around my waist and stopped me and started slowly pulling his dick out of me and abruptly thrusting it again in.

“So tight Babe.” He groaned, pounding into me. I throw back my head in pleasure. Moaning and begging for more.

“Harder Greg! Faster!” Greg obeyed and pushed harder into me. He fucked me like the beast he is. I indulged in the pleasure he gave me. He possessed me with his every move. He lifted his leg onto the couch and changed the angle of the thrust thus finding my prostate.

I screamed in ecstasy and climaxed on the couch in an instant without touching myself.

“What the hell was that?” Greg growled. I turned my glance towards him seeing him looking at me with passion.

“Prostate.” I groaned and felt my anus muscles tighten around his cock pushing him to orgasm. He started pounding in me in an uneven rhythm and in a moment he growled so loudly that I was sure the whole neighborhood could hear him. I felt him fill me with his cum. He fell on me, knocking us down on the couch. We were both breathing hard. Trying to catch our breath.

Greg kissed my neck, biting it hard. Leaving a sure hickey on it. I didn’t mind. He pulled out of me and I felt his sperm leak out.

I laughed throatily.

“Sarah will strangle us.”

“Why?” Greg sounded confused.

“The couch is full of semen and sweat.” Greg joined in my laughter.

“Tomorrow we buy a new one even though I would put this one in a museum because it will remind me where I had the best sex of my life with the love of my life.” I melted at his words. My life will no longer be lonely and boring. As long as I have Greg with me.

Fifteen years later

I sit at a desk in Greg’s office while he yells in the locker room at the players who lost another game tonight.

We have been together for fifteen years, and of those fifteen we have been married for eight. I love him unconditionally, as he loves me. I mean at twenty-eight I became a grandfather. Of course I love him. Sarah married Greg’s friend and assistant coach and they have three kids and we are all one happy family.

Except when he loses football game then Greg is a beast to everyone. He’s too passionate, and I love that because then he’s especially fierce in bed too.

“Fucking kids!” I hear Greg before he walks into the office. Open the door and stands frozen on the spot because I’m completely naked with a butt plug in my ass. Ready for his wrath. Ready to tame the beast. Greg hasn’t changed much yet he is muscular and a little soft belly due to age. His hair is gray with black traces, and his five o clock shadow is still black almost completely with a gray in traces, as are his hairy chest and belly.

He quickly closes and locks the door and lowers his shorts with the furious look he aimed at me.

“What I love when you lose the game then you’re a particularly fierce honey.” Greg growled and took the butt plug out of me and took the lubricant that was next to me on the table and prepared for my hole.

“Shut up. I just don’t need you to talk right now.” He grabbed me by the waist and slammed into me abruptly without taking his grim gaze off mine. I slipped my hands under his school-colored T-shirt and grabbed his nipples roughly. He groaned and began to move inside me roughly and fiercely from the start. The whistle around his neck bounced around his neck. He fucked me so hard that the table moved on the floor. It hit the wall constantly. Yes he is in his fifties, but he is still as vital and viral as before.

“They don’t fucking listen to what’s being shouted at them!” He grumbled as he pounded into me. Fucking me like crazy, I just smiled because I loved it when he is so passionate. I dug my manicured nails into his biceps so he rolled his eyes and completely forgot about the game they lost. He growled and throwed back his head and came inside me. That scene of him enjoying ecstasy made me cum on my belly too.

“I fucking needed this. How I love it when you know what I need babe.” He finally smiled and connected our lips.

“I know.” I laughed as we parted to catch our breath.

“We need a shower.” He said pulling his dick out of me.

“When the locker room gets empty.” Greg growled, throwing himself in his chair.

The End

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One afternoon, I was mowing Abdullah’s lawn and getting ready to service the pool when Abullah drove up in his big Mercedes. As usual, he was outfitted in his standard issue tight gray suit and black leather shoes. He had recently had his hair cut and beard trimmed and was looking exceptionally hot. My cock started to tent the ratty gym shorts I was wearing.

When. I was cleaning the pool, he came out to talk to me. He had removed his tie and tufts of salt-n-pepper hair were sticking out of his open shirt collar. I could see his big cock snaking down the left side of his pants. I knew that all of his women were home so there was probably no chance of anything today.

He told me he had a business proposition for me. He was going on an overnight business trip the next day and wanted to know if I would drive him as he needed to concentrate on business and didn’t want to drive or worry about parking at the various stops he needed to make. He offered generous compensation and I agreed immediately, (I would have agreed to go for nothing, just for the chance to be alone with him.) He insisted on speaking to my father to ensure it was ok with him. We walked over to my house and my father was fine with the arrangement. Abdullah asked me to wear dress clothes as I might also be in some of the meetings. He also requested that I wear decent shoes and not tennis shoes like so many my age did, even with dress clothes.

I woke up at three o’clock in the morning, showered and dressed in my best (and only) suit which happened to be gray. My father had lent me some nice Boss leather, black shoes and I felt a little awkward that I might be imitating Abdullah a little too much. At four, I was waiting in the driveway when Abdullah came out. He looked me up and down, smiled and nodded “Nice!”

We arrived at the first meeting at seven-thirty am, a half hour early so we found a coffee shop and waited for the meeting. It turned out that Abdullah had his own import-export business and was there to negotiate a contract with a large building company regarding importing high quality marble flooring from the Middle East. He asked me to attend the meeting and take notes. There were 4 men from the company and I felt super awkward when Abdullah introduced me as his colleague. One of them was much younger than the rest of them, probably in his mid-thirties and I could see that he was salivating just looking at Abdullah.

I was super impressed by how diplomatic, charming and professional Abdullah was. He initially instructed me on what notes to take regarding the potential deal and before long I was able to take the important information down without guidance. The meeting ended with a handshake agreement to follow through with the contract.

As we were leaving, I went to the toilet in the reception and the younger man followed me in. As we stood at the urinal, he asked me all kinds of personal information about Abdullah, e.g., was he married, etc. I noticed that he looked over the partition to get a peek at my cock. I gave him only a little information about Abdullah, but I gave him a good view of my semi-erect cock as I shook the last drops of piss off in an exaggerated manner and made a big deal of getting it back in my pants. I didn’t flush the urinal as I had the fantasy that he would come back and sniff my urine and lick the drops I had left behind on the rim.

We spent the rest of the day in similar meetings and in all but one, Adbullah was successful in getting a contract. The one company had just lost a big construction bid and wouldn’t be able to follow through with an order.

At five o’clock, Abdullah suggested we go to the hotel and rest before dinner. It was a fancy, five star hotel and the receptionists and bell boys all knew Adbullah and made a big scene to give him the best service. The room was on a high floor with a great view. There was only one bed, but it was large enough for at least four people.

Abdullah took off his jacket and laid on the bed with his arms folded behind his head. My cock was rock hard and I could see that his was at least semi-hard and pointing towards his left. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I decided to go on autopilot and see where it took me.

I leaned down and sniffed the leather of his shoe and licked the top and shoe laces. I slowly untied and removed his right shoe and inhaled the shoe leather and manly sweat. My cock was already throbbing as I licked and sucked on his toes through his thin, black sock. He closed his eyes, laid his head back and sighed contently. I continued the same procedure with his left shoe and foot and removed his socks. I licked and sucked his feet and well-manicured toes, sticking my tongue in between each and savouring the sweaty, leathery, salty extract.

I unbuckled his belt and removed his pants and buried my face in his underpants, sniffing, licking and chewing on his huge, hard cock. He rubbed my head appreciatively and he removed his shirt and undershirt. Just see his big, hairy, manly body there was causing my breathing to increase and my forehead to throb. I removed my clothes and got to work licking and sucking his balls, the shaft of his cock and down to his taint. I repeated the treatment I had given Mustafa, where I started at his taint, licked my way up to his balls, his shaft and ended by deep throating his cock. I repeated this several times and he was moaning and sighing gently.

I pushed his legs up to get access to his hole and dove in, licking his entire crack and savouring the manly, sweaty aroma that was mixed with some sort of spicy soap. Fuck, I thought I would cum right there. I flicked his hole and set into licking it like it was a horny girl’s pussy. He pushed my head down into his ass and I stuck my tongue in and eagerly tongue fucked him. This was driving both of us wild and I continued for a long time.

I licked my way up, his balls, cock, his hairy belly and up to the forest of hair on his chest. I explored and chewed the hair until I found his nipple, which I sucked and bit gingerly and moved over to the other one. I had moved so that his cock was moving up and down in my crack causing my cock to throb and my pre-cum was free flowing out. I licked into his left armpit and sucked and licked the hair which was fragrant with fresh man sweat and deodorant. I licked and sucked all the flavour I could get and then moved over to his right pit. All the time, he was teasing my hole with his cock.

I licked and chewed on his beard until I came to his mouth for a kiss. At first he was a little reluctant, smiled, laughed softly and said, “I am not sure I want to taste my own ass.” I laughed, pressed my mouth against his and forced my tongue in. We tongue kissed, sucked each other’s tongues.

I sat up and positioned my hole at the tip of his cock and slowly lowered myself on it. I was so horny that it went straight through my ring. I started riding his cock and he caressed and pulled at my nipples. I could feel his huge cock sliding deep inside me and I rode it gently at first, but upped the rhythm and angle so that it was hitting my prostate on each in-stroke. Fuck! My body was aching for this fuck as well as enjoying every stroke of his cock. I threw my head back and moaned, “fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy!” I reached around and felt his huge, full balls, just imagining all the sperm locked up there waiting to breed my ass.

I ran my hands through the forest of his chest hair, leaned down and kissed him greedily. He moved his legs so that he was able to control the fucking and he pounded me assertively. I was totally in a trance, I didn’t know where I was, what time it was, I only knew I was getting the fuck of my life and that was all that mattered.

Abdullah flipped me over on my knees and started pounding me doggy style. He was super horned up and fucking me roughly, my head was banging the headboard like a metronome, again sending me into the trance where all I knew was the feeling of this hot daddy’s dick pounding my ass and giving me pleasure. He pulled my nipples, stroked my cock and squeezed my balls. Fortunately I did not cum during this, I had no control over myself to stop it if it had happened.

Abdullah flipped me again, this time on my back, put my legs on his shoulders and started pounding me. I was looking up at his strong, hairy chest and beard and feeling his cock in my ass. Nothing else in life mattered at that moment. He leaned his head over mine and I looked deep into his black eyes. Fuck! If I thought this was what would happen every day, I would follow this man to the end of the earth.

He leaned down and kissed me, pulled his head back and then spat into my open mouth. Fuck! That was hot. He delivered several loads of his copious saliva in my mouth and I couldn’t get enough. He leaned in again and started tongue kissing me roughly. I didn’t think I could hold out any longer. I felt his body rumble and like an earthquake the entire bed shook as he unloaded his first blast into my bowels. There followed several aftershocks and at the second one, I blasted my seed all over his hairy chest.

He rolled over and laid down. I laid on his arm resting my head on his hairy shoulder and we slept. After an hour, I was awakened when Abdullah was moving me to get up. He said we needed to shower as we were to meet his friend Hamza for dinner. While he showered, I pushed his seed out of my ass and ate it as I jacked off.

Fucking hell! What a fuck!

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Daddy’s Friends

So I stayed at my daddy’s house. Layed on his bed, while he was of to work. He did not needed to work long. But then he texted me. He asked me how I was? If I was doing fine. I was, so I answered him. He asked me if I would like a threesome tonight and maybe even a foursome…..

I told him I was okay with that. I love foursomes. The more dicks the better. I imagine him smile and he said there were two of his friends coming over, later that day. If I wanted to dress girly, it would be nice. I agreed and really loved it already.

Later that day, before daddy came home. I dressed myself in nylons and high heels. Girly underwear and a pink skirt. I don’t dress up often so I took the opportunity. I saw him coming with his friends. One of them was dark and the other was just as old as me. Three dicks…

I walked upstairs, so I waited before daddy would come and pick me up. He came walking up stairs.’damn, that look good..’ he smiled as he kissed me. ‘they are waiting downstairs. If you are ready, you can come.’I nodded. Yeah I was ready. He smiled and walked me downstairs.

I saw how both men enjoyed me walking into de living room, where they where already undressing themselves. ‘damn, that looks good.’ the dark one spokes as he walked towards me with only his underwear on. He started touching my upper body and then he worked down. ‘damn,boy.’

‘i would love to fuck you.’ he smiled as he walked behind me. He kissed me in my neck and his hands where on my ass. He pulled his underwear off and threw it away. The other Twink came walking up towards up and pulled my skirt up. He moved the underwear so he could see my ass.

‘Blow, slut.’ he spoke.I dropped to the ground and started to suck the Twink first and jerking the BBC off with my other hand. Switching between them with my mouth. Sucking the BBC was so nice. It became so big and hard. The Twink could not wait and pulled my ass towards him.

I kept sucking that nice BBC. His cock was warm and hard, tasted fantastic. I cant wait to have it up my ass. The Twink was fingering my boipussy, as I enjoyed that. He touched my dick to. He did not even took the time to remove my panties, just slide them aside for my pussy.

They both enjoyed it. The big cock was fully hard and its the biggest one I have even seen. Daddy pulled his dick out and started jerking off. I sucked that big cock for a long time, I tasted the precum and swallowed it. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it against my head.

Tapping my forehead and slid it back in my mouth. He moved up and down to facefuck me. He moaned as I sucked hard. He loved it. The Twink walked to the couch and sat down with a straight up dick. The dark dude helped me up and pushed me towards him. I kneeled down and started to suck the Twink. His cock maybe not as big, it’s was quite hard and tasted really good. De dark one sat behind me, pulled my ass in the air and held his big cock for my asshole. He knew I loved to be fucked by him. He took some lube and use it on my ass.

He slightly pushed his dick in. First the head, and I moaned loudly. Its so big. That he pulled out, took some more lube and tried again. He pushed his dick in and my ass just cracked. First his head, he started trusting it slowly. I kept stroking and sucking the Twink.

Than he pushed further, and deeper. His cock was so hard. I loved it even though it hurts a bit. He keep pushing until he was completely in.’you took it all, boy.’ he smiled. He slowly started fucking me and pushed his dick up and down. I moaned loudly.

The Twink smiled as he layed his hands on the back of my head, so I would suck him harder. I felt his dick cuming as he moaned. His cum was inside my mouth. But his dick did not stop. He kept it hard as I cleaned it for him. The dark one fucked the boy out of me, his massive…

His massive dick felt so good and he trusted hard as I felt him going very deep. He stopped and pulled his cock out. He than sat down on the couch and pulled me towards words him. First he pushed my face down towards his dick and I sucked it. Tasting my own ass…and some precum.

The Twink sat behind me and pushed his cock in. He started to fuck me like a girl. Hardcore. I love it, as I kept sucking the other cock. He pulled out and pushed me on top of the dark one. I sat upon his dick as the Twink helped it slide in. The dark one started to fuck me. Hard and fast. Than he stopped. The Twink pushed me down, on the dark one his body. And slide his cock inside together with the BBc. The both started to fuck me hard. I was fucked like I never was before, so kinky being fuck by two guys at the same time. The sweat dripped…

From their faces.’you like this Huh?’ the Twink yells. I felt both their cocks gong deeper and drilling me so good. My daddy comes up to us and pushed his dick my mouth. Now, all my hole where filled. I started to suck him, as he facefucked me. His big swollen dick…

Was just as hard as this morning when he fucked me all alone. He knew I thanked him for this. He moaned loudly and shot his cum on my face. He jerk Al of it on my face and than pushes it back in my mouth to clean it. The Twink moaned loudly and shot his cum in my ass….

He pulled out and kissed daddy.The dark one was drilling his dick inside me and I know he loved it. Suddenly he threw me of and stood up with his dick above my face. Shooting all his cum on my face. He moaned as he jerk off. I took his dick and sucked it clean…

His cum tasted fantastic. As I was kneeled and still sucking the BBC. The others came standing next to it and jerked off too. My butt hurts a bit, but I love to have sex with these men. The sperm in my ass and mouth, is the most rewarding experience ever…

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Tiernan was black Irish, rough black Irish. When he was growing up, his family had a mobile home, and they got forced to move from time to time when their presence was deemed unsavoury in an area. Naturally, the kids he encountered, especially the boys, were tough, and fistfights became a regular occurrence. The fights got encouraged by the fathers, who enjoyed betting on the outcomes. In this environment, the rod never got spared, and kids regularly had their backsides whipped. Kiernan and his four siblings were rather fortunate because his father’s discipline never extended beyond corporal punishment, unlike many other kids who got subjected to fists.

The wives in this environment were also frequently punished. Many of them had to endure black eyes and bruises, but fortunately, here again, Tiernan’s mother came off lightly. She got given a spanking at least twice a week, but Tiernan and his siblings were well aware that it was part of their parent’s foreplay, and therefore, it didn’t cause her distress. The kids always got sent outside during one of these episodes. It always fascinated Tiernan how his mother seemed to glow afterward as his father sat gloating with masculine superiority once the children were again allowed indoors. He was also intrigued by the smell of sex that permeated the interior afterward.

When Tiernan became a man, which according to his ‘da’ was sixteen, his dad told him that women loved a man who showed control. “Don’t believe all the modern bullshit you hear, boy, women want a strict man who takes charge.” His dad, however, then went on to say, “Don’t ever be as cruel as the other thugs around us, but never forget to demonstrate your authority.”

These words had a pronounced impact on Tiernan. He would never be violent to a partner in his life, but domination would always be part of his manner. The softer approach to sex bored and dissatisfied him in any case once he became sexually active. If he couldn’t make a lover writhe and plead as he ‘oppressed’ them, then the entire exercise was a waste of time. ‘Agony and Ecstasy’ were like conjoined twins in his mind’s eye. One without the other was like watching a fish without fins, trying to swim.   

By the time Tiernan left his paternal dwelling to live alone, he was five-foot-ten-inches-inches-tall and eighteen-years-old. He wasn’t a huge guy, but his body was solidly powerful. Tiernan was unconventionally good-looking. Being black Irish, he had a slightly darker complexion, unlike most of his fellow countrymen. His dark brown eyes were riveting and topped with luxurious dark eyebrows. The hair on his head was thick, straight, and jet black. Although shorter around the sides of his head, the hair on top was longer and slicked back with hair oil. This oil gave his hair a shimmer that he particularly liked.

Unfortunately, due to the many fights that Tiernan got involved in, his handsome face bore the scars. His former elegant nose had a depressed bridge having got broken on a few occasions. Beneath his nose, he had a thick scar above his upper lip, which almost gave the impression that he may have had a harelip as an infant. Though he had never lost any teeth during fights, there were, nevertheless, chips that bore witness to those encounters. Tiernan had no facial hair other than two-day-old stubble that persistently covered his chin. These flaws, remarkably, gave him the sexy demeanour of a ‘warrior,’ and attracting women was never a problem.

Tiernan loved fucking, and as long as it was human and alive, he couldn’t give a shit if they were male or female. His sex drive far exceeded that of any normal man. Truthfully, because of his fondness for rough sex, he preferred men. Women were inclined to moan too quickly when he got robust in bed. If he got too carried away with females, there could also be implications. With guys, however, the likelihood of repercussions was remote. Sometimes, people had to learn new boundaries, and he was a master at extending limitations. Tiernan wasn’t a sadist, and even with guys, if he sensed they were not enjoying his machinations, he could tell them to fuck off without any repercussions. 

After school, Tiernan got employed at a tyre fitment centre, where he had worked for seven years. He was a hard worker, and his boss liked him. Early on, his boss had made it clear that thuggish behaviour would not get tolerated, and therefore, Tiernan had learned to cool his temper and no longer got involved in fights. Even at his local pub, Tiernan behaved himself and managed to sidestep any fracas that was developing. He was always far more interested in getting laid than fighting, in any case.

At the fitment centre, the men worked in teams of two. Given his experience, Tiernan was naturally the senior partner. After his junior partner left the business, his boss introduced him to the new guy that would be working with him. This was to become a life-changing experience for him.

When his boss introduced him to Bradan, the new boy, Tiernan got more excited than he had been in a long while. Bradan was entirely up Tiernan’s street. Bradan’s neat body looked incredible in the standard-issue dark green overall that all the workers wore. The overall looked like it had been poured onto Bradan’s body and showed off his bubble-butt to perfection. Good-looking as Bradan was, nevertheless, the overwhelming feature that had Tiernan’s heart racing was that Bradan was a ginger boy.  

The combination of red hair, blue eyes, and very fair skin were like an elixir to Tiernan. As they began to speak, Tiernan began imagining what Bradan’s pork sausage might look like, surrounded by an amber fuzz. He also imagined his hands parting Bradan’s bubble-butt to reveal a tight pink pucker. Next, Tiernan almost salivated at the thought of Bradan’s backside and how good it would look once Tiernan had warmed it up with the short strap he kept in his bedside drawer. There was a look on Bradan’s face that intrigued Tiernan. Tiernan was a master at telling if guys would yield to his advances, and he was sure that he was detecting that propensity with Bradan.

Tiernan had to remind himself to take things slowly as they began to work together. Tiernan set about gradually garnering information about Bradan. It was Bradan’s first job after leaving school, and he was still living with his parents. Bradan also didn’t have a girlfriend. Tiernan was crazy about the way Bradan blushed every time Tiernan made a lewd comment. It also became abundantly clear that Bradan was very naïve and had grown up in a strict Catholic home.

As the days passed, Tiernan also told Bradan about his upbringing and how rough it had been. Bradan was fascinated by this. Each scar and chipped tooth on Tiernan’s face, initiated yet another tale, with which as he regaled Bradan. Apart from their conversations, Tiernan also began to introduce a physical aspect to their interactions. While standing behind Bradan with their bodies touching, as he inspected one or other thing Bradan had done, Tiernan’s hands would stroke Bradan’s shoulders. Tiernan always got rewarded by a blush on Bradan’s face, a habit that enchanted and excited Tiernan.

Tiernan also began to intensify his comments of a sexual nature, sometimes becoming quite graphic in his descriptions. Of course, Bradan blushed furiously, but Tiernan could see the total enthrallment on his face.

One afternoon, Tiernan decided to take things a little further when he mentioned that he was growing tired of women and thinking of reverting to ‘alternatives.’

“Are you… bisexual?” Bradan stammered, with a flushed look on his face.

“Fuck, Bradan, I’m any-sexual,” Tiernan uttered, with a chuckle.

Tiernan had played his card and decided to back off for the rest of that day, to allow his pronouncement to simmer in Bradan’s mind. Tiernan was relieved to see that Bradan didn’t seem too perplexed after that.

The following day, when they were in the pit under a vehicle and attending to the wheel alignment, Tiernan glanced around at their immediate vicinity to see if there was anyone close. Happy that there wasn’t, he moved up behind Bradan. Tiernan had a raging hard-on, which was a frequent occurrence in his life. Tiernan then commenced bumping Bradan’s bubble-butt with his crotch. Tiernan was very relieved when the boy stood firm. After a short while, Tiernan moved his arm around Bradan’s body and rested a hand on Bradan’s crotch. The pork sausage was rock-hard. 

Tiernan toyed with Bradan’s dick for several seconds before opting for discretion. As their bodies parted, Tiernan knew that he was going to pluck the ultimate cherry of his lifetime. Tiernan was bemused by Bradan’s shyness after their incident but knew the fish had been hauled in and only needed to get scooped up in the net.

Later that day, Tiernan asked, “Would you like to go to the pub with me after work on Friday?”

“Sure,” Bradan answered, before continuing, “Luckily, my folks are going away for the weekend and leave on Friday, so my dad won’t be able to give me lip.”

“Doesn’t he like you going to the pub?” Tiernan queried.

“Nah… not really,” Bradan replied.

“Well, then we can have a few extra drinks because I live close to the pub, and you can stay over at my place.” Tiernan contentedly suggested.

“Okay, if that’s alright with you?” Bradan answered.

Tiernan didn’t reply but simply gave Bradan a wink.

With two more days of work before their Friday night date, a few more bumps and gropes took place as they worked together.      

When they arrived at the pub that Friday night, Tiernan decided to take their discussions to a more personal level. Bradan had never elaborated on his strict upbringing, and Tiernan wanted to know more about it.

“Did your dad ever beat you?” Tiernan asked.

“Never with his fists or anything like that…” Bradan shyly replied.

Then, after a few moments, Bradan told Tiernan about ‘The Punisher,’ a short strap with a wooden handle that his father used on him. Bradan had to pull down his trousers and underpants. Next, then laying over the side of his bed, his dad would spank his arse. Curiously, Bradan then got a remorseful look on his face and went go on to say that his dad had stopped the spanking regimen a year earlier.

“How often did you get spanked?” Tiernan asked.

“At least once a week… I am rather clumsy and tend to break a lot of things. My father would ‘accumulate’ my breakages, and then on Friday nights, I got an accumulative spank for my weekly damages. Once, I broke a beautiful vase that was a family heirloom, and that night my father went ballistic.” Bradan replied, smiling broadly.

“How many did you get?” Tiernan asked with a laugh.

“I stopped counting after twenty. The following day I could hardly sit properly.” Bradan concluded.

There was a deliberate silence from Tiernan before he asked his big and important question. “Did you like being spanked?”

Bradan looked at him, and then, after lowering his eyes, he mumbled a scarcely audible, “Yes.”  

For Tiernan, he felt like he had just won a lottery, and his cock was so hard that it was aching in his pants.

“Have you had any breakages this week?” Tiernan asked, mischievously.

With their eyes now locked, Bradan quietly lied, “Yes… a very expensive bowl.”

The fish was firmly in the insulated container, and their sexual parameters solidly set in place. Tiernan’s cock was practically oozing pre-cum with the excitement as he felt blood gushing through his body. After one more beer, Tiernan could no longer wait and suggested they leave for his place. Once they arrived at Tiernan’s home, Tiernan took Bradan straight through to the bedroom to begin his ‘torment.’ 

When they were both naked, Bradan was even more spectacular than Tiernan had imagined. Bradan’s skin was so pale that it almost looked translucent and his fat uncut pork sausage with the ginger fuzz looked fantastic. There was a look of wonder on Bradan’s face as he observed Tiernan’s thick dark Irish knob encircled by a sweaty black forest of hair. Tiernan had always had a sweaty disposition, and his bushy damp armpits, swampy crotch, and moist hairy crack had caused him embarrassment. That’s why he bought underwear that got made of the thickest cotton. The dark green overalls that he wore at work, also help mask the perpetual damp patches under his arms.

Tiernan was mesmerized by their dark and light cocks, and the combination of ginger and jet black pubic hair. As their bodies got clamped together, he began to kiss Bradan. He did so lightly at first, but shortly his chipped teeth commenced biting onto Bradan’s pink lips. With his hands clasping Bradan’s head, Tiernan’s lip assault became more and more aggressive. Tiernan snorted as Bradan whimpered submissively. Finally, letting go of Bradan’s head, Tiernan began to slap his face. Bradan instantly showed his consent by groaning sighs of pleasure. It was abundantly clear that two of them had found their mutual gratification.

“Do you know how valuable that bowl was?” Tiernan berated him, broadening their charade.

“I’m sorry, daddy, I didn’t mean to,” Bradan countered, inflaming their horny fantasy.

After slamming Bradan’s body face down on the bed, Tiernan retrieved his strap from the drawer. After placing the belt over the bottom of Bradan’s back, Tiernan gripped hold of Bradan’s bubble-butt and pulled his cheeks apart. His mouth began to water as he looked at the pink knot with its light dusting of ginger fluff, imagining his dark ‘nail’ hammering into it. Tiernan’s strong hands began to knead the pale mounds vigorously as his body dampened with lust.  

Bradan was becoming aware of the growing masculine essence emanating from Tiernan. He had often caught a whiff of Tiernan’s body odour at work and loved the smell. What he was experiencing now, however, was a lot more powerful and even more pleasing. At school, Bradan had been the focus of a bully who often placed him in a headlock. The smell of the bully had been acid and disgusting, totally unlike the rich virile aroma that Tiernan was generating.

After listening to Tiernan spit, Bradan felt a finger begin to circle his pucker. Bradan knew that having his cherry busted was going to hurt, but with his love of pain, he hoped it would hurt like hell.

Next, Tiernan moved onto the bed next to Bradan. Kneeling at Bradan’s side, Tiernan placed his left hand on Bradan’s back as his right hand began to smear the strap over Bradan’s backside. Tiernan looked at the beautiful cheeks that he was about to punish, and in his mind’s eye, he could already see them glowing red.

“Are you ready for your punishment? You, clumsy little shit,” Tiernan barked.

“Yes, daddy,” Bradan whimpered.

Bradan’s words had scarcely got uttered before the first blow struck very hard. Bradan let out a high-pitched groan as his arse stung. Observing the first thick red streak, Tiernan smiled with unrestrained pleasure. Tiernan could feel his cock twitch as his pre-cum began to ooze with his excitement.

After several seconds, the second whack followed quickly, followed by a third blow. The grunts from Tiernan and the groans from Bradan began to reverberate in the room. On and on, Tiernan kept up his smacks to the mutual pleasure of both parties. Tiernan also kept up his verbal onslaught as Bradan’s cries begged for more. The redder Bradan’s backside became, the more he wriggled his hips to stimulate his dick. When Bradan finally unloaded on the sheets, his body was shuddering uncontrollably.

The strap now got immediately tossed aside before Tiernan mounted him. Thinking about his approach, Tiernan asked, “Hard or soft?”

“Hard, please… Very hard,” Bradan replied.

Those words were like music to Tiernan’s ears. After placing his knob on Bradan’s pucker, Tiernan rammed Bradan’s arse as hard as possible. Bradan grunted as his backside endured yet another dose of unbelievable ecstasy. Bradan barely had time to think before Tiernan’s hips went into overdrive, hammering his dark Irish log into him. Tiernan’s knees pushed down hard as he fought for traction while seeking maximum infiltration. Tiernan’s overexcited body went into overdrive before he roared as he shot his load into Bradan.

Afterward, he collapsed on Bradan’s body with his sweaty head next to Bradan’s face. After a short while, Tiernan said, “Sorry about all the sweat. I suppose I had better have a shower.”

“No, please don’t. I love the sweat and the smell of your body.” Bradan quickly replied.

“Are you sure?” Tiernan asked, disbelievingly.

“Yes,” Bradan assured him.

As Tiernan lay on top of Bradan, he couldn’t believe that he had waited so long for someone like Bradan. The boy loved receiving pain as much as he liked doling it out. On top of that, the boy was crazy about his sweaty disposition, something that had always caused Tiernan embarrassment. In his reverie, he wondered if the boy would also be able to please his oral needs. Tiernan loved skull-fucking, and had never really found anyone who pleased him on that score.

As he lifted off Bradan, he looked at his handiwork. The boy’s arse was bright red with a criss-cross of welts. Then, after parting Bradan’s cheeks, he observed the puffy lips of his pucker with satisfaction. As he looked, he saw a droplet of spunk pop out of the boy’s arse. After scooping it with his finger, he leaned forward and told Bradan to open his mouth.

“I hope you like this taste,” he said as he fed it to Bradan. Bradan did.

Back in his lounge, Tiernan retrieved two beers from the fridge. As they sipped their beers, Tiernan said, “I want you to move in with me.”

“I would love to, but I not sure my dad will be happy about that,” Bradan replied.

“Firstly, you’re a working man and can live anywhere you like, so your dad can go fuck himself,” Tiernan answered. “Secondly, that wasn’t a request but an order,” Tiernan concluded.

Bradan smiled and shrugged in agreement.

“Turn around,” Tiernan ordered.

After Bradan did as told, Tiernan once more looked at the incredible job he had done on Bradan’s arse. Moving in behind Bradan, Tiernan clasped his body and began to nibble on Bradan’s ear. “From now on,” Tiernan whispered, “When you want to get spanked you must give me a sign.”

“What sign,” Bradan asked, puzzled.

“Well, let’s put it like this, I suppose I will have to buy a lot of extra old glasses for you to break,” Tiernan concluded before they both had a good snigger.    

After a horny groping session, Tiernan said, “Let’s go to the bedroom. There is something I need to teach you.”

Bradan got told to lie on the bed with his head hanging over the bottom edge. Looking up at Tiernan upside down, he listened to Tiernan’s skull-fucking instructions. Bradan had naturally heard about blowjobs, but skull-fucking was unknown to him. Tiernan’s approach was now completely different from what had gone before and very tolerant. He patiently coaxed Bradan in the technique and slowly got their session underway. At first, Bradan did not feel too comfortable. As the minutes passed, however, he became captivated.

Bradan couldn’t believe how Tiernan’s cock went further and further into his mouth and down his throat. An added benefit was the incredible smell of Tiernan’s crotch. After several minutes, Tiernan was comfortably skull-fucking him. Tiernan was beside himself with joy. Yet again, Bradan had exceeded his expectations, and he was now even more convinced than ever that he had found his ideal partner.

As their session gathered momentum, Tiernan said, “This week, you are moving in with me, do you understand?”

A garbled agreement spluttered from Bradan, with his mouth stuffed full of dick. Bradan was ecstatic with all that had just happened to him. As much as Tiernan was overjoyed by finding Bradan, Bradan was now totally addicted to Tiernan. No matter how upset his parents might be, Bradan had made up his mind, and he would be moving in with Tiernan.

As the skull-fucking was reaching its climax, Tiernan withdrew his knob and announced he was about to cum. As Tiernan’s spunk sprayed into Bradan’s mouth, Bradan lets his tongue loll in the creamy mixture before he swallowed the delectable jizz.

Looking down at Bradan, Tiernan asked, “Did you like that?”

“No… I fucking loved it!” Bradan replied.

“Good,” Tiernan answered before saying, “Now lick my fucking nuts while I blow you.”

When Tiernan lowered himself onto Bradan, Bradan got the full benefit of Tiernan’s sweaty crotch. As he licked Tiernan’s nuts, he couldn’t believe the pleasure that his first blowjob was affording him. The way Tiernan used his tongue was mesmerizing. Overwhelmed by ecstasy, Bradan couldn’t hold out, and shortly his cock erupted in a flourish of bliss.

When Tiernan lifted off him, Tiernan was once more totally hard. After instructing Bradan to reposition his body, Tiernan moved upward on his knees and placed Bradan’s legs over his shoulders. After he entered Bradan’s backside one more, Tiernan lowered his sweaty body onto the boy.

As Tiernan began to spear his arse, Bradan thought, ‘Fuck yeah, I am unquestionably moving in here this week.’

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From Part 2

I kissed him back, and I sensed his lips parting slightly. I lifted my hands to his waist. I felt a tingling sensation down to my toes. I stepped back to see that Elliott was looking at me intensely. I wanted so badly to trust him. Would I be able to?

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I leaned in to kiss him again. I did trust him. I’d told him I was gay; I’d told him about my parents, and I’d told him about my only sexual experience. He’d accepted me. I reached for the doorknob; the key was still in the lock, but I hadn’t turned it yet. I pulled back and turned to unlock the door. Elliott pushed up against me.

Pushing the door open to let us in, I stepped into the dimly-lit apartment. I closed the door and latched it. Elliott stepped into me again. His lips brushed against my cheek. “Don’t let anything happen that you don’t want. OK?”

I realized I was breathing heavily, and my mouth felt dry. “I need a drink of water. You?”

“Sure. We should put this in your refrigerator.”

I took the box with the leftover pizza and put it in my almost empty fridge. I got two bottles of water from the shelf on the door and stepped back toward him. I looked at Elliott, at the entirety of him, not just his face. I hadn’t noticed before that he was attractive overall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He was in his stocking feet. I kicked off my shoes as well. He was about an inch taller.

I knew I was five-ten and barely one hundred forty pounds. I wasn’t thin; I was skinny, scrawny. Elliott took the bottle of water and stood behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the base of my neck. “Want to sit on the couch? His head motioned toward my beat-up sofa. It had been in my grandparents’ basement for years. Countless kids had jumped on it, but I found it comfortable and comforting.

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“Let me sit first; I want you to sit with your body leaning into me. I like feeling you against me.” He grabbed my hand and walked to the sofa pulling me with him. He sat with one leg on the sofa, the other on the floor with the arm of the sofa partially supporting his back. He patted between his legs. “Will you sit here?”

I sat with my ass against his crotch, my back against his chest. He nuzzled my neck, kissed my ear, and then took a sip from his water bottle. It reminded me of a cowboy fantasy I had. The only thing different was that Elliott wasn’t in a cowboy hat and he wasn’t sipping on a long-neck beer.

Elliott wrapped his arms around me. “You make me feel safe. I don’t remember feeling this good about things, about my life. You’re the kind of man I could fall in love with.”

“Do you think you will?” he asked.

I smiled. “I don’t believe in Tarot cards, but we could go find a medium for fun.”

“I know. That’s a silly question. It’s strange, but I have a sense of protectiveness for you. I know that one person can’t really keep bad things from happening to another person, but… It’s hard to explain.”

“We’re going to be great friends; I can feel it.” I put both my legs on the couch. “Friends, friends with benefits, lovers, partners, spouses. You think that’s a path we might be on?” I pushed back into him a little more. One of his hands massaged my chest; the other moved to my stomach. I felt myself start to get hard. I felt a change in his groin as well.

“It’s a path I’d like to be on with you, to see how far we can travel.” He kissed my temple.

“I shared my deepest secret with you today.” His hand moved from my stomach to my hand. “I want to share the rest of me with you.”

“I want that, too.”

I rolled over and kissed him. All those years of dreaming about what it would be like to kiss someone again could not have prepared me. William’s kiss was closed-mouth and hard. Elliott’s lips were pillows of ecstasy. His tongue made love to my lips, and when our tongues touched, there was electricity.

We had to take a moment to breathe, and as we did, Elliott moved so his head was supported by the arm of the sofa. I moved my knees toward the center of the couch, and I began to unbutton his shirt. I exposed a gloriously hairy chest. Straight brown hair covered his pecs. His abdomen was smooth except for a small trail that led down to the region still covered by his pants.

I bent forward and rubbed my cheek against his chest. The thrill caused a surge in my groin. I licked his nipples. I sucked his nipples. He moaned each time. I started to lick the base of his neck, and I moved up to his chin and then his lips. He tried to pull my shirt over my head, but it was a button-down. I pivoted up and began to unbutton it, and he moved down to remove my belt and unbutton my pants.

I looked down at him as I pulled off my shirt.

“What is it, Bruce?” As he asked, he moved his hands to touch my underdeveloped chest. “Aw, fuck, Bruce, you are so fucking sexy.”

“You really want me?” I questioned. How could he call this skeleton of a body sexy?”

He sat up and pulled me to him. “Oh, hell yes. I want you.” He kissed me, on my mouth, on my neck, on my chest, on my navel. “I’ve never met a sexier man, Bruce. I’m so hard right now because you are so hot.”

At that moment I couldn’t decide what I wanted more, for him to come in my mouth or to come in my ass, but I knew that’s what I wanted. My hands went for his belt. I unfastened it then undid his pants. I pushed him back, got off the couch, and grabbed the cuffs of his jeans. Two tugs and they were on the floor. I could tell by the bulge in his underwear that his dick was erect and struggling to get freedom. I pulled the elastic down and began to lick his cock.

“Oh, wait. Fuck, Bruce, shit, you’re going to make me come. Oh, fuck.”

I wrapped my lips around his dick and held him in my mouth as my tongue continued to lash his shaft. I didn’t want to lose a drop, and his excitement was contagious.

“Oh, you fucker, you’re making me cum.” He shot into my mouth. It was wonderful. The salty taste of him; I swallowed, and he came again. I swallowed. He pushed me back. “Oh, fuck that was good. I… I…” He looked at me.

I smiled at him and licked my lips. “Why don’t we take a shower and crawl into bed,” I said because all my best fantasies started with a shower scene.

“OK.” His reply was simple but filled me with the promise of connecting with him on several more levels.

I slid the rest of my clothes off, and the two of us walked to the shower. My bathroom had no tub, and for the first time, I wished for one. I imagined us together, soaking in the water. I turned to the shower and started the water. Elliott pulled me to him again.

With his hand wrapped around my dick, he whispered in my ear. “Do you have any lube?”

“I just have some Aquaphor,” I told him.

“I don’t know what that is.”

“It’s like Vaseline with a few extra things in it. I like to use it when I jerk off or when I finger myself. It’s hard to wash off the sheets, but it’s better than KY. KY dries out too fast and gets sticky.”

He gently squeezed my dick. “This is the only thing that should be ‘stick-y’,” he said.

I smiled. “You want my stick in your hole, do you? Because I want your stick in my hole.”

“I wish we could figure out how to do both at the same time,” he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck.

An image formed in my head of how we could fuck one another at the same time, but the logistics seemed too difficult. “Maybe we can try one day.” I ran the tip of my tongue over his ear.

“Fuck, what you do to me.”

“Let’s get in the water.” I pulled him into the shower stream and kissed him. There was something I always did in my fantasies, and I wanted to now. I turned Elliott so he faced the back wall of the shower. I got my scrubby and lathered it up before scrubbing his back. With my hand, I took the suds and washed his ass. I could tell, even before looking, that he had a hairy hole. I took the showerhead from its hook and I rinsed him. With all the soap one, I placed the head back on its attachment, dropped to my knees, and pulled his cheeks apart. His furry hole tightened and relaxed; it pulsated. I brought my face closer and ran my tongue around the ridge of it.

The squeal from Elliott reminded me of a little kid getting a toy he wanted. I began to lick more fervently, and using saliva, I teased his hole with my finger. His dick jerked up each time I thrust my finger into him.

“Fuck, Bruce. You’re going to make me come again.”

I stopped. I slowly removed my finger and stood up.

He turned to look at me. “You fucking tease.” He smiled. “You’ll pay for that.” He grabbed me by the waist.

I stepped toward him, and our wet bodies came in contact. I’d wanted to feel something like this for years. It was difficult to pretend that it was already happening.

Elliot put his forehead against mine. “Let’s dry off and get under the covers.”

I reached back and shut off the water. We stepped onto the bath mat, and I handed him a towel. I used another towel to dry his back and then toweled myself. “Before we go, shouldn’t I pack your heinie with some Aquaphor?”

“You plan on putting something there besides your finger, or was that your dick?” He laughed.

“No,” I replied. “I wasn’t planning on anything else; I just thought you might like some, but it’s OK. No lube. And if I decide to put my dick in there later, I’ll just rough it.”

He continued laughing.

“I’m not laughing. And you won’t be able to either.” I furrowed my brow and narrowed my eyes.

“Well, maybe you should use a little bit,” he said.

“Pussy.”

He laughed louder. “You can’t fool me, Bruce. You want me. I see it in your eyes, and I want you.”

“I do want you.” I opened the jar and put some on my fingers. I pushed my fingers between his cheeks. I rubbed ointment across his hole and then into it.

I turned and allowed him to do the same. When he penetrated me, he said, “He pushed in his thumb and felt a ripe plum.” His thumb moved back and forth. A loud rushing noise filled my ears and vertigo attacked me. I put my head down.

“Over here on the bed.” His strong arms directed me. “On your back, so I can see your eyes.” I complied. My dizziness lessened. “Stretch your legs apart.” I did.

I felt a pressure, a brief discomfort, and then the most incredibly wonderful feeling. As Elliott fucked me, he kissed me. He moaned. I moaned. He told me how good it felt to be inside me.

I could barely maintain my focus on him. It was a blitz, and I was being bombarded by pleasure bombs. I reached up to hold his face. His thrusts began to increase in frequency, like a steam locomotive leaving the station. He banged into me with more force. Then I felt him seed me. The second stretching of my insides. I closed my eyes and swallowed a deep breath. This was so much more than my first time. I pulled Elliott to me.

He got up on his knees and grabbed the lubricant. He lubed my cock and his ass. He held my dick and squatted onto it. The pressure and warmth that surrounded my shaft forced a gasp. Elliott looked down at me. “Fuck me, Bruce. Push yourself into me.”

I lifted my hips forcing my rod to penetrate him more deeply. Elliott’s eyes rolled back in his head. He sucked in a deep breath. His response drove me on; it excited me. I grabbed onto him and moved more rapidly in and out. I didn’t last a minute, and when I was finished filling his ass, I slumped back on the bed. Elliott threw himself next to me.

“We’ll use a different position when you’re ready to go again.” He actually giggled. I grabbed him and pulled him close. I realized that I was on the road to happiness. I hoped that Elliott wasn’t just a detour or another ‘learning experience.’ He snuggled his head against me, and I felt the fur of his chest against my side. My dick started to get hard again.

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Japhta was the college nerd. He was lanky and slightly skanky. Although Japhta didn’t pong too severely, it was clear that deodorant and showering did not form part of daily routine, and most girls were put-off by him. This fact never concerned him because Japhta had always preferred boys. His clothing always looked well used, presumably between infrequent washing, and the odd tear, smear, or stain, did not seem to worry him at all. Japhta was exceptionally bright and one of the brightest students at the college.  

Traeden neither liked nor disliked Japhta, and although they attended the same science class at college, he never interacted with Japhta. That all changed one day when the classroom got divided up into couples for an assignment. The tutor randomly drew names from a container, and Traeden got paired with Japhta for the project. It was a significant undertaking, and they would have to work together for the next several weeks to complete the task.

Traeden resided in the college residence, but Japhta had his private apartment very close to the varsity. Resultantly, for convenience, it got decided that Japhta’s apartment would be ideal for their work sessions, on Monday and Wednesday afternoons. Japhta had forewarned Traeden that his place was always in a bit of a mess, but upon his first visit, Traeden found it in a far better state than he had anticipated.

Traeden had recently ended his secret relationship with one of the college studs. Todd and Traeden had been ‘going steady’ for a few months. Regrettably, not only was Todd under-endowed, but he was also totally useless in bed. After many attempts to see if they could out matters, Traeden decided to move on.  

Japhta was not exactly a love magnet, to either sex for that matter, and did not delude himself that any romantic future lay ahead for him with Traeden. Although he knew Traeden was gay and had a crush on him, Japhta presumed that Traeden wouldn’t even piss on him if he were on fire because Traeden was one of the most beautiful guys at college. He was, nonetheless, over the moon about working with Traeden on their project.

Shortly before they began working together, Japhta cleaned up his act, well, just a little. The apartment got slightly tidier, and he changed his clothing somewhat more frequently. He even bought deodorant. This last step, however, had a very amusing result.

On the day he used the deodorant for the first time, Traeden complained about the smell. When he asked Traeden what brand he would prefer, Traeden smiled and answered, “Your individual, natural brand. I like the way you smell,” and then added, “You are one of the few guys who smell like a man.”

Japhta was ecstatic about this revelation but didn’t want to read too into it. The deodorant that he had wasted his money on was also summarily got dumped.             

Coming from a very devout religious home, the college had thankfully provided Japhta with his emancipation from religion. Being exceptionally bright, he was on a full scholarship, and his tuition, accommodation, and pocket money were all taken care of by his sponsor. Japhta was able to use the pocket money his parents insisted on giving him on his hobby. Japhta loved photography, and his equipment was impressive. Japhta manipulated naked images of himself with insect forms to create the most fantastic photographs. Naturally, he did not show these to anyone, afraid that he would get perceived as a pervert.

As Traeden got to know Japhta better, he liked him more and more. He had a wonderful sense of humour and could make Traeden convulse with laughter. Strangely, Traeden was increasingly finding himself attracted to Japhta. Nonetheless, he was disappointed that Japhta did not appear to display any sexual interest in him. Little did Traeden realize that Japhta was smitten with him but chose to use humour to deflect his interest, afraid of the rejection that he was worried may follow.

Japhta was always very careful to hide his photos when Traeden was around and about. Traeden persistently asked to see them, but Japhta would not relent. One day when Japhta popped out to buy snacks for them, Traeden observed a folder on one of his shelves. He hastily looked through the folder and was stunned by what he saw. Firstly, the pictures were artistically brilliant, but he was particularly mesmerized by the naked form of the male body in the photos. Although one could not see the man’s face, but the body was lithe and well-formed. Traeden wondered if the penis of the man in the picture had gotten enhanced because it was way above average. Wary of Japhta’s imminent return, he quickly returned the folder to its original spot.    

Unknown to Traeden, it was Japhta’s large appendage that had afforded Japhta an interesting four months before attending college. When Japhta was in his last term of high school, the pious pastor’s wife in their community had surreptitiously overheard a conversation about Japhta’s exceptional endowment. After that, feigning nervousness, she insisted that her husband ask Japhta’s parents if Japhta could stay over at their home when the pastor was away on one of his frequent crusades or television appearances. Naturally, his parents were honoured, and Japhta was very happy to be earning extra pocket money.

It was during these four months that Japhta received a Ph.D. in sex. Prim and proper as Betty, the pastor’s wife, appeared to be, Betty was a total slut in the bedroom and loved anal sex. She gave Japhta a masterclass in fucking every time he stayed over at her home. It was ironic that the college nerd, was in reality, the real stud of the college.      

After several enjoyable, if somewhat sexually frustrating few weeks for Japhta and Traeden, their project finally came to an end. They decided that they would celebrate the occasion with takeaways and champagne on the Friday evening after their assignment got handed in. After supper, they relaxed on the sofa in the lounge.

On an impulse, Japhta asked, “Will I still see you from time to time, that is to say, other than in science class?”

“Would you like to?” Traeden inquired, taking the bull by the horns, having by now discerned that there was sexual chemistry that had started to develop.  

“Yes… Very much,” Japhta answered.

“Are you attracted to me?” Traeden persisted, making sure that he had not misread matters.

Bashfully, Japhta quietly answered, “Yes.”

After a long pause, Traeden asked, “Then why have you never said so?”

Smiling wryly, Japhta replied, “Because I never believed I stood a chance with you. You’re handsome, and I’m the college nerd.”

“It may interest you to know; you are the most enthralling man I have ever encountered at college,” Traeden informed him before adding, “It’s just that I didn’t realize that you are into guys.”

“Although I am comfortably bisexual, I’ve always preferred guys,” Japhta confessed.

Very slowly, Japhta moved closer and placed his arm on the couch behind Traeden. When their lips touched, there was no groping or fumbling, just a soft sustained kiss. Traeden had never been this close to him before and finally realized how much Japhta’s odour turned him on. When Japhta’s arms enfolded him, the intensity of their smooching tussle began to escalate. Traeden then felt his pucker begin to tingle excitedly. Japhta now took total control, and if Traeden had believed that given his shyness, Japhta would be inept in the love department, he would soon see that he was happily mistaken.

As he dominated Traeden, Japhta began denuding Traeden’s body. All Traeden’s clothing seemed to magically disappear as Japhta’s hands and mouth went into overdrive, overwhelming Traeden with incredible pleasure. His body was manoeuvred into a multitude of positions by the hands of a master, as Japhta’s tentacles continuously flowed to and fro, kneading, caressing, and gently patting. When Japhta’s mouth finally suctioned onto Traeden’s backside, Traeden thought he was about to explode with lust. The manipulation of his genitals by Japhta’s hot hands made him gasp. Traeden then tugged on Japhta’s t-shirt before pulling it off his body. Next, his hands clamped onto Japhta’s head manically, as Traeden smeared Japhta’s face franticly between his crack.

When Japhta began pinching his nipples, Traeden’s excitement got so great as he tugged his knob, he started fighting for breath. As orgasm struck, Traeden cock erupted as never before, and Japhta feverishly sucked up his spunk like a man dying of thirst. Japhta did not relent. Next, Japhta sustained his oral stimulation on Traeden’s cock, as if demanding more and more of Traeden’s heavenly nectar.

Japhta then stood and looked down at Traeden with a horny grin on his face. Following that, he pushed his shorts and underpants downward and let them drop to the floor. Traeden now got to observe the erect version of the cock that he had seen in the photos.

‘Jesus,’ he thought, ‘How the fuck am I going to accommodate that knob?’ The long and thick, uncut dick that hung before him was a least a foot long.

“Let’s move over to the bed,” Japhta then directed.

Once there, Traeden lay on his back and watched Japhta move toward him on his knees before opening Traeden’s legs. Japhta now began tapping Traeden’s crotch with his ‘rectum destroyer’ before lifting Traeden’s legs over his shoulders. Japhta then began to coax the moist dick head out of its sleeve and smeared precum onto the creases of Traeden’s portal. After lodging the tip of his knob on Traeden’s man-hole, Japhta began to apply the pressure necessary for his depth exploration.  

Traeden’s arse expanded gradually as the ‘explorer’ commenced its excavation. Traeden began to gasp as the thick probe nudged in, deeper and deeper. Traeden then started panting as an unfamiliar fullness began to bloat him. With Japhta now hovering over him on extended arms, the jabbing became incessant. Traeden couldn’t believe that so much meat could fit into him as Japhta bottomed out.

Japhta now held still in Traeden, allowing him to acclimatize to Japhta’s enormity. Japhta’s mouth then commenced a continuous triangle of pleasure as it toured Traeden’s nipples and mouth. Japhta’s lips, tongue, and teeth worked feverishly at every port of call. When Japhta’s hips finally joined in, Traeden was groaning loudly. Initially, he kept up a slow rhythmic momentum in Traeden’s backside, allowing him to adapt to the deep probing.

As much as he would have loved to pound Traeden hard, he knew that their first coitus had to be as comfortable as he could make it, ensuring uninhibited future engagements. The more Traeden relaxed, the more Japhta increased his momentum, all the while watching Traeden’s facial expressions closely, between Japhta’s triangular lip stimulation. Traeden was overwhelmed by Japhta’s skill and how comfortable his overstuffed ‘pussy’ felt, despite being overfilled. Traeden also hoped for an increase in tempo as his excitement once more started to build.

Fortunately, Japhta picked up on this, and also wanting release, his thrusting became more urgent. As his spearing intensified, Traeden began to grunt. As Japhta watched Traeden frantic wanking once more bear fruit, Japhta’s cock began spraying its spunk into Traeden arse.  

Traeden stayed with Japhta all weekend. Not only was Japhta highly sexed, but very adventurous. No stone was left unturned as they explored every position and variation of stimulation. A particular favourite became the sixty-nine position.

After that, Traeden practically moved in with Japhta. Their friendship caused a few eyebrows to lift at college, but neither guy gave a fuck about that.

A further two interesting things also happened as a result of their relationship. Firstly, Traeden’s grades improved incredibly. Additionally, another naked body also now appeared in Japhta’s photos, which became more and more erotic.               

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Joe and I had been friends since fourth grade.  We’d spent many summers together riding our bikes around town, playing in some of the abandoned buildings, and swimming in the public pool.  The summer after graduation was going to be different.  In two months, I’d be going to trade school to begin my journey of becoming an electrician.  Joe would start a job at his grandfather’s factory in Arkansas.  

I was looking forward to a last hurrah type summer. I pulled up just before noon in a beat-up Corolla. Joe laughed at the bright green color, but he admitted that he was jealous that I had wheels. We drove to Sonic, got two burgers, and then parked under some trees by the river. We just sat, ate, and watched the water flow by.

I wanted to spend every possible moment with Joe. He didn’t know it, but I had fallen in love with him. It might have been a crush in middle school. He was strong, athletic, and handsome. I was geeky; I didn’t want to admit it but I still was. I had no girlfriend, and I didn’t want to pretend to have one.

Joe dated a few girls during high school, but he’d always said that girls get guys in trouble, and he wanted to stay out of trouble until he’d worked his way to a good position in his grandfather’s factory. That had always been his goal.

My goal was to get my license and hopefully find someone like Joe to spend my life with. Every day this summer would be precious.

Imagine my heartbreak when Joe broke the silence of the afternoon. “Brian, I’ve decided to do some backpacking. I want to hike to my grandparents, but my dad’s against it. I’m going to talk to him again tonight; will you come to dinner and help me convince him.”

“But, Joe, is it safe? To go all that way?”

“That’s what Dad keeps saying. I just need to get away from here. I’ve only been to my grandparents one time in my whole life, and I’ve never gone anywhere else except to Austin on that field trip for choir when we were in elementary school. I’m going to explode if I don’t get out of here.”

He turned and looked at me. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“I do get it. I’ve wanted to run away from here more times than I can remember.”

“But I thought you wanted to get a job, get married, have kids, and live in that house on the corner of Third Street and Lamar.” Joe smiled.

I bit my lip. “That’s never going to happen.”

“Oh, yeah it will. I’ve put a downer on the afternoon. Sorry about that.” He sighed deeply.

“No, you haven’t,” I told him.

He laid back on the grass and looked up into the trees.

I studied his contour, his strong chin, muscular chest, flat stomach, the slight bulge between his legs, and the muscular legs that made me want to touch them.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked.

“Jumping in the river and doing some swimming. What do you say?”

“Haven’t wanted to swim in the river since that diamond-backed water snake incident.”

Joe started laughing. “Is that the official title?”

“Fuck you.”

“It didn’t even bite you.”

“I had to throw those pants away.”

He sat up. “I know. You shit yourself so hard, the river smelled for months.”

“Fuck you twice.”

“Yeah, I’d probably have dropped dead.” He looked over at me with a big smile.

I remember how he’d held me afterward. He kept telling me that I was OK. His arms were so strong.

“Tell me your deepest, darkest secret,” I turned to look at him, “or I’m going to tell everyone how you ran and screamed like a girl when you saw those snakes.”

“What if that is my deepest darkest secret?”

“I call bullshit,” I was laughing now.

“Tell me yours.”

“I asked first,” I said. I wasn’t going to tell him mine until that last second before he left town. “I bet it’s about Arlene Ross.” I smiled really big. “You know she says you were a lousy lay.” I could hardly catch my breath because I was laughing so hard.

“That bitch. She was already pregnant when we went out. She kept trying to slip her hand into my pants. I kept telling her that I wasn’t ready for that. She punched me in the arm. I had a bruise for over a week. Then she said she was going to tell everyone that I raped her.”

“So you never fucked her?”

“Shit, Brian. You’re a smart guy. Figure it out.”

“What the hell are you talking about? I knew you weren’t the father. And, I knew she said that because she’d been after you since ninth grade, and you weren’t interested. I’m not even sure why you decided to go on a date with her.”

“You don’t want to see it, do you?” he asked. “I did it so people wouldn’t wonder about me.”

I looked down at my feet. What was he doing? What could he be trying to hide? He couldn’t be like me. He had a girlfriend named Kelly. He met her at his grandparents’ place two summers ago. They still wrote to each other. I’d seen the letters or at least the envelopes the letters came in.

I straightened the blanket I was sitting on. “I guess I don’t understand what you’re getting at.”

Joe got to his feet and stepped toward me. I wanted to touch those muscular legs, rub my face in his crotch. He squatted down next to me. “Brian, have I done such a good job hiding it that even my best friend doesn’t realize that I’m gay?”

“What?” I squeaked. Tears filled my eyes. “What!? Fuck.” I became angry, but not angry with him. “All this time!”

“Shit,” said Joe. “I was worried that you’d react like this. Anger. Hatred. So many times I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to lose my best friend.”

“I’m a fucking idiot,” I said.

“No. No. I was trying really hard to hide it. It’s not your fault you didn’t know.”

“But what about Kelly? Does she know? You talked about her like you wanted to marry her. Fuck.” I couldn’t believe it. He was afraid to tell me, and I was afraid to tell him. But he couldn’t be gay.

“Kelly’s a guy,” admitted Joe. “He’s gay, and he told me, and I told him, and we’ve been writing since then, but I’m not in love with him or anything like that.”

“Joe,” I grabbed his shirt. “I was afraid, too. I was afraid you’d hate me.” I looked into his eyes. “Joe, I’ve been in love with you so long, I can hardly remember when I wasn’t.”

“What the fuck,” he said. “You’re gay?” He grabbed me and hugged me. “You are a fucking idiot, but then, so am I. All this time? But what about the wife and kids and shit?”

“It was my cover. It’s what you’re supposed to want, but all I’ve wanted was you, but I knew I couldn’t have you.”

Joe sat on the blanket next to me and looked out at the river. He reached over and held my hand. “You know, one of my jerk-off fantasies starts like this.”

“With our holding hands on a blanket?” I asked.

“Yeah, and the river is splashing, and the sunlight kind of sparkles on it. I turn and look at you,” said Joe.

“And what do I do?” my cheeks reddened and I smiled at him.

“You kiss me.”

“Like this?” I positioned my head and pressed our lips together. I parted them slightly and pushed the tip of my tongue forward just enough to touch his lower lip. His mouth opened, and he pulled my lower lip between his lips. I’d seen such kissing in movies, but I couldn’t believe I was experiencing it–and with Joe. He pulled me between his legs, and my hardness pushed against his. I started to hump him; it seemed to just happen spontaneously.

Joe’s breathing became more rapid. “Fuck that feels good, Brian.”

I moved my hand down and pushed against him. I could feel his dick. I could tell that it wasn’t completely hard. “I want to suck you, Joe. Unzip your pants.”

“Someone might come by,” he said. “Someone might see us.”

“I’m not hiding anymore.”

“But we could be arrested, and we’re grown-ups now,” he insisted.

I kissed him again and squeezed his dick through his pants. “Where do you want to go?”

He moaned softly again. “I don’t know. Oh fuck it; just do it.” He unzipped and pushed his pants down, freeing his penis. It was semi-hard and went to a full erection rapidly.

I’d seen his dick before when we were changing clothes or getting ready to swim, but it had never been this close. I wrapped my lips around the head and my fingers around its base and moved up and down the shaft. I tried to move my tongue against it. I’d dreamed of doing this so many times, but I didn’t quite have the finesse that I had in my fantasies.

Joe didn’t seem to mind. He continued to moan and gasp and expel expletives as my mouth jerked him and my hand pulled on his scrotum. He leaked precum, and I noticed a change in the viscosity of the fluid in my mouth as well as the taste. I released his balls and moved my hand to his ass crack. I wanted to rub my fingers across his hole. Joe reached for his cheeks and spread them apart. “Stick your finger in my ass, Brian. Fuck me with it, please.”

I pushed my finger up and into him.

“Fuck, yeah,” he said forcefully.

And then he came in my mouth. I sat back with a mouth full of cum. Joe grabbed his dick and jerked it. He ejaculated again; most of it landed on my legs. I swallowed the salty seed and sat back breathing heavily.

Joe started laughing. “I’m not going on that hike. I’m spending the summer with you, you hot stud. And we need to find a place because I need you to fuck me.”

I was happier than I had ever been. “It’s your turn,” I said as I stood up. That’s when I noticed Cameron Johnson watching us from the road. Just what had he seen?

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