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  • Popperbate Gone Wild

    I was in NC for the funeral of a distant relative. With COVID-19 going around I had avoided visiting for the holidays, but my mother insisted I had to come down for this.

    Normally I would fly down and stay with one of my brothers or my parents, but I was not taking any risks. I rented a car and drove down, got a hotel near my parents and posted up there for a couple days.

    Last night in town I wanted to get to bed early, I had to get up at 6:30am to head back home in NYC and get the car back before the rental place closed.

    I was pretty tired from all the outdoor stuff we did in the freezing cold that day, so I was back in the hotel by 7pm. I showered right away and was in bed by 8pm. I was hoping to fall asleep around 9pm and be fully rested for my 10 hour road trip back to NY in the morning.

    9pm rolled around and I was not ready to sleep. I decided to jerk off because I hadn’t for a few days and it always helps me fall asleep after.

    Looking at porn on the hub, I stumbled across a video of a guy getting railed in his hotel and thought…that’s hot. I wasn’t really in the mood, but curiosity got the better of me and I hopped on Grindr. I saw a bunch of hot guys, oddly enough most of the nearby guys were “Straight” and “DL”. I didn’t travel with condoms or lube anyways, I did however bring poppers for masturbation purposes, so I tossed my phone to the side and kept going with porn.

    A couple short videos later I was getting pretty turned on, but nowhere nearing orgasm. I saw my phone light up to let me know I had a new text, I had set it on silent so I wouldn’t wake up from a facebook notification or something stupid. When I checked the text I saw I had 9 unread messages on Grindr.

    Naturally I looked, lots of dick pics, all sexy guys, all big dicks, something to be expected in a military town.

    “You hosting?”

    “Straight looking to get my dick sucked”

    “Hey”

    “Hey”

    “Hey”

    “What’s up?”

    I was going to just leave it, I really wasn’t in the mood. But I responded anyway. As I was responding, other new guys popped up asking if I was “Looking.” I’m a good looking guy, a bit of a twink, but I don’t get this much attention back in NY. I guess they don’t get many fresh faces on their grid here. I was enjoying the attention, but most guys bailed when I would tell them I wasn’t trying to hookup.

    One sexy nerd, “Preston” (his actual name) black, 23, 6’1” 180lbs, “DL” was chatty. At this point though, it was already 9:30 so when he asked, “Are you hosting?”

    I told him, “I can, I’m staying at the Hilton, but TBH I’m not trying to hookup tonight. I’m just going to beat off and get to sleep.”

    “I feel you, love a good popperbate” he threw out casually.

    “A what?”

    “When you beat off and take hits from poppers” he clarified.

    “Oh, yeah, well I do have some poppers.” I told him.

    “Can I join you, or are you about to nut?” he asked.

    I thought about it, if we beat off quickly I can still be asleep by 11:00 and get more than enough sleep to be fresh in the morning.

    “If you want to come jerk off with me, I’m down. But it’s really just that, I didn’t even travel with condoms and lube.” I told him.

    “That’s cool, I get it, I’ll be there in 10 minutes, I’m not far,” he said.

    A twenty minutes later, I answered the door wearing a t-shirt and some light grey Hollister briefs. He quickly stripped to a jockstrap and t-shirt and hopped in the king bed next to me, rubbing himself to full hardness. The bulge was already impressive.

    “Can I put on some porn?” he asked, pulling out his phone.

    “Please, what are you into?” I asked.

    “I get into it all,” he laughed. “Want me to put on some black on white since…you know?” he laughed about our dynamic.

    “Yeah, why not” I tried to say equally casual.

    He put on a video of two friends first gay sex. I was at full mast so I pulled the front of my briefs down under my balls and started to stroke. He took his jockstrap all the way off and his big dick flopped out. Not even fully hard yet I was impressed by his size, it must be at least 8” cut, and it was one of those dicks that the tip is the same size as mine, but the base was more like my wrist.

    I pulled out my poppers and took a hit, then passed them to him. He took a hit and passed them back.

    He reached off to the side of the bed where he put his backpack, dug out some lube and a bottle of poppers.

    “Mine are stronger” he laughed and put the bottle between us.

    He dug out some lube from the jar it came in and applied it to his hardening cock.

    “I just need a little” he smiled at me while stroking.

    We watched the porn for a few minutes, swapping stories of our own experiences. In the first conversation lul he asked, “Is there anything you want me to do to help you get off?”

    I just wanted to nut and get to sleep, I didn’t need a whole production, “This works for me, what about you?”

    There was a pause.

    “Well, there is one thing, it might sound weird, but it’s fun and feels good,” he said shyly.

    “What is it?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

    “Have you ever taken part in frotting?” he asked.

    “What’s that?”

    “It’s like naked grinding, simulating sex without any actual penetration or stuff…it’s fun and helps get us off,” he explained.

    I had done this back in high school with a friend of mine, it was hot, but I didn’t know there was a name for it.

    “Yeah, ok” I said.

    He quickly got up and between my legs. I was on my back slow stroking myself, not sure what I was supposed to do. He quickly lifted my butt and slipped a pillow under my ass. Then closed the gap between us, his big dick at a rock hard 8.5” at this point, dwarfing my 5.5” cut cock. He picked his meaty dick up and started stroking himself while also rocking his hips into me.

    This felt really hot, his heavy balls were swinging into my ass, giving my hole a tap with every swing. I was surprised how good that felt.

    “This ok?” he asked.

    “Yeah, that feels really good actually,” I admitted.

    I reached over and grabbed his bottle of poppers, took a hit in the left nostril. Woh, that gave me a rush, he was not kidding about his being stronger. I took the rest of my hit in the right nostril and my head was spinning. He took the bottle from me and did the same. Not stopping his thrusting, letting his balls keep slapping my hole and his dick sliding up alongside mine, rubbing my balls.

    He put my legs on top of his shoulders and rubbed his dick up and down my crack, as it crossed my hole I let out a soft moan. He smiled at me and continued to stroke his dick, thumping it on my hole with every stroke.

    I started to go hard on my dick, bringing myself closer to orgasm. He lay down on his back, still between my legs and started stroking some more. This angle didn’t allow his dick to tap my hole with each stroke, but every couple strokes he would stop just push his dick towards me to thump the head on my hole and elicit a slight moan from me.

    “I’ll bet you really enjoy getting rimmed,” he said sitting back up.

    I stopped stroking for a second, I do love getting rimmed, but since we are not going to have sex I wasn’t going to ask him to rim me…it just seemed unfair.

    “I do, but you don’t have to do that,” I told him.

    “I don’t mind,” he said with a grin.

    He quickly lay on his stomach and his head went right in. That amazing tingle went through my entire body as his tongue licked all around and slightly into my hole. I let out a soft moan. Quickly I grabbed his poppers and took another hit, heightening the sensation of his oral skills.

    I went back to stroking myself, he started to dig his tongue into my hole, I let out another quiet moan. I was enjoying his tongue so much I stopped stroking and held my legs up so he could get even deeper.

    He dug his tongue deep for a few more minutes then moved up and sucked my balls a little, I let my legs fall onto his back and started to stroke myself again.

    “Fuck dude, you’re really good at that” I complimented.

    He got back on his knees between my legs and went back to stroking himself. He slowly slid his dick up and down my now slick hole, another moan escaped my body. I picked up the pace on my own dick.

    I watched as he took another hit off the poppers, then handed them to me. I took another hit in the left and felt him sliding his dick on my hole.

    “Mmm” I moaned. Then started taking a deep hit in the right.

    He pushed a little harder at my hole as I inhaled, it felt so good but he only pushed enough for the pressure and simulation not for penetration. I was breathing heavy with pleasure, furiously stroking my dick, feeling my orgasm building. When he pulled his dick away, the pressure and the building orgasm went with it.

    I kept stroking, trying to get it back, dropping one leg to his side so I can flex and build my orgasm up. He kissed my leg that was on his shoulder then started to thump his dick on my balls. That was both pain and pleasure, but then he started thumping harder and the pleasure stopped so I lifted my balls so he was thumping that space between my balls and my hole. This felt much better.

    He lay back flat on his back again. Stroking himself harder and faster. I had to sit up on my elbow to see him since my hips were still propped up high on the pillow. He looked incredibly sexy, his muscles flexing with every stroke, his breathing was heavy with pleasure, I could tell he was getting close.

    Not to be left out I lay back and started going hard on myself. He kept rubbing my legs with his free hand, this felt good but not as good as his dick rubbing my hole.

    He grabbed the poppers and took another deep hit, then he sat up and passed me the open bottle. I took it and took a long inhale in the left and he again pushed the tip on my hole, another slightly louder moan came out instantly. I took another long inhale on the right and capped the bottle, my head falling to the bed with pleasure.

    He rubbed his head on my hole, I could feel my hole relaxing enough to catch the head as he went up and down and pressed the tip in my ring. I started stroking again, breathing heavy with pleasure.

    “Fuck…” I whispered in my breathing and flexing.

    He was rotating between stroking, thumping the head on my hole and actually pushing pressure on my hole. I was getting closer to cumming by the second. It felt amazing.

    He stopped for a second and leaned forward and got the poppers from me, the pleasure stopped as he took a hit. I watched him take another hit and pass me the bottle. Not that I needed it, but I wanted to keep up and I took another hit. The left first, taking a second to let it sink in, feeling him lift his dick back up my crack and across my hole.

    I let out a soft moan, then started inhaling on the right while he pushed the tip on my hole some more, sending so much pleasure through my body as I breathed in. I let out a low moan as I slowly exhaled. He kept adding a little more pressure as my head fell back to the bed.

    Fuck this was feeling amazing, my hole was trying to open around the head of his cock but he wasn’t pushing hard enough to get the tip in, just enough to elicit a slightly louder moan.

    I started to stroke again, not wasting all this pleasure. My dick was rock hard. He stopped adding pressure, pulling his cock away from my hole and stroking it while thrusting like he did before. I felt his balls slapping my ass again, this felt good too and I was stroking like a mad man.

    I saw him spit on his dick for lube, then rubbed his head up and down my crack again.

    “Mmm” I moaned.

    “Fuck yeah” he whispered, letting the tip of his dick catch my hole.

    I moaned some more when it caught, letting him know that was the pleasure spot. He added more spit to his cock, then rubbed it into my crack and caught my hole again and again I would let out an uncontrollable moan.

    I was so close to cumming, then he stopped again. His dick popped up next to mine as he leaned forward grabbing the poppers once again. I couldn’t stroke myself with his big dick laying on mine so I just lifted my hips a little to get it to fall back down between my ass cheeks as he took a hit of the poppers.

    “Mmm,” he let out a moan as I moved his dick back down.

    He passed me the poppers again, and again I took a deep hit on the left as he pushed his tip against my hole.

    “Fuuuuck” I moaned. Then paused a few seconds before taking the rest of my hit on the right.

    He quickly added more spit and was right back against my hole as I finished inhaling on the right, adding more pressure. Before I could cap the bottle he took it from me and took another hit. Slowly on one side, then the other, not letting up on the pressure on my hole. My body non stop getting pleasure from him. My dick leaking precum.

    He passed the poppers to me again, my head still spinning from the last hit. I lay back flat and took a long deep hit on the left. He pulled back, adding more spit and instantly was back to pushing on my hole. I moaned and took my hit on the right, inhaling nice and slow as he slowly pushed even harder on my hole.

    It felt so good, my head spinning, my hole giving in to his pressure, I felt the head pop in.

    “Oh fuck” I moaned in ecstasy.

    “Mmm” he moaned, not letting up.

    My head was spinning, my brain sending a thousand thoughts at once. The loudest was, “fuck that feels good” the next loudest was, “I hope he brought a condom.” Unsure of what was going through his head, I didn’t want to ask for a condom and have that be the green light to turn this into sex. After all, this had already gone on way too long and I did need to cum and get to sleep, but fuck it felt good.

    Still stroking my cock slowly, enjoying all the sensations, feeling of just the tip stretching my hole, I decided to let it play out. He wasn’t pushing in more, just stroking my legs and pulsing his dick. Probably leaking precum into my hole.

    Preston pulled the tip back out and started stroking himself, all the pleasure went away. I wanted his head back on my hole, but didn’t know how to say it without suggesting he push all the way in.

    “Fuck that felt good” I whispered.

    There was a pause. He thumped his dick on my hole. I let out a soft moan.

    “Yeah, your hole sucked me in a little,” he laughed.

    “You’re clean right?” I asked, knowing this was something I should’ve asked way earlier.

    “Of course, but don’t worry I’m not planning to fuck anyway,” he reassured.

    We both stroked in silence, hearing only each other breathing and the muffled sounds of porn coming from his phone under the blankets. My body wanted that pressure again, but he was now laying flat and stroking himself.

    Clearly he was getting close to cumming so I sat forward on my elbow, reached forward and started to play with his balls. He let out a moan, then sat back up on his knees, still stroking his dick.

    “I’m getting close,” he told me.

    I grabbed his poppers, opened them and put them under his nose for him so he could stroke and take a hit. Then I lay back and took my own hit, as I inhaled on the left he added spit to his dick, then I took a hit on the right and he started pushing on my hole again. Fuck that felt so good I just kept inhaling.

    I let out a moan as I exhaled, then started to furiously stroke my dick. I felt his head pop in again, and again I moaned in pleasure.

    “Oh fuck” he moaned.

    I just kept breathing heavy and stroking, he pushed a little harder, the pressure sent pleasure through my entire body.

    “Oh shit” I whispered, throwing my head back down.

    He pulled out slowly, added spit and pushed back in, this time going a little deeper.

    “Mmm” I moaned, pounding my dick and flexing my ass muscles.

    “Fuck man,” he whispered in pleasure.

    I felt him give a little thrust to get in a little more, no pain only pleasure.

    “Oh fuck,” I whispered back, feeling my hole stretching a little more.

    I was so close to cumming, I didn’t want him to stop. He slowly pulled out, added more spit, then pushed a couple inches in as I moaned like a bitch from the pleasure.

    He kept adding pressure and my hole kept letting him in slowly. He took a quick hit of the poppers and then put them under my nose. As I breathed in, he pushed in, then I took the rest of my hit and felt him push in more.

    My head spinning, I was on the cusp of cumming.

    “Feel good?” he asked softly.

    “I’m so close to cumming,” I warned.

    “Good,” he whispered and pushed in more.

    I let out a moan.

    “How’s that?” he asked.

    “Fuck dude, I’m close,” I told him.

    I felt him slowly pulling out then pushed in all the way to the hilt, this came with a sting and held my orgasm off a little. I winced as he bottomed out.

    “Take another hit,” he suggested.

    I grabbed the bottle, he slowly pulled out and added more spit before I could get the cap off. I inhaled on the left, he started to push back in. I inhaled on the right and he went all the way in again.

    “Oh fuuck,” I moaned.

    “mmm…fuuuck,” he moaned as he bottomed out, flexing inside me.

    I started stroking again, only pleasure thrusting into me with every downstroke of his huge dick.

    “Oh shit man,” he moaned, slowly pulling out and pushing back in.

    “Fuck dude, I’m so close,” I warned him, flexing my ass around his massive dick.

    “Me too dude,” he also warned.

    He started to thrust harder and just a little faster, but definitely deeper with every thrust. I felt my orgasm boiling over.

    “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I said, pounding my dick and flexing my legs around him.

    “Me too dude, want me to pull out?” he asked, thrusting even harder back in.

    His dick was pressing on that button inside me and my orgasm couldn’t be stopped. I felt my balls tighten, my ass tighten around his dick.

    “I’m cumming,” I shouted just above a whisper.

    “Me too, I’m gonna nut in you,” he said and I felt him swelling and erratically thrusting.

    “Oh fuck” I said as I started shooting cum onto my abs.

    “oh…fuuuck,” he said, shooting his cum inside my hole, thrusting hard and deep.

    “Oh fuck yes,” I whispered, my body convulsing from my orgasm and the pleasure of him cumming inside me.

    “Oh shit,” he whispered with his last thrust, his balls slapping my ass once more and then stopping.

    Both of us out of breath, me milking the last few drops out of my dick and him flexing the last of his cum into me.

    “Damn dude,” he whispered, slowly shaking his head and looking into my eyes with a big smile.

    “I know right?” I whispered back, closing my eyes and enjoying the post-nut moment.

    His dick was starting to deflate and he very slowly pulled out of me. Both of us coming down from our popper high and our massive cum filled orgasms.

    Once his dick popped out he lay flat on his back, breathing heavy, looking up at the ceiling. I did the same, we sat in silence for a moment. You could hear the porn on his phone, muffled, lost in the sheets, you could hear someone dramatically cumming.

    I pulled it out from under the blanket, looked at it, the clock read “1:30 AM”.

    “Shit, it’s really late,” I told him, handing him his phone.

    “Yeah, not exactly a quick jerk off huh?” he laughed and wiped his dick with a washcloth.

    “Way better,” I grinned, lifting my ass and pulling my briefs back on.

    I took down Preston’s info before he left. Since my family lives there I can hit him up for another j/o session next time I’m in town. Needles to say, it was caffeine that got me back to NY the next day.


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  • For the Love of a Dog

    Maybe it’s not fair to blame the dog for everything that happened to me, but he sure seemed to be involved in most of my bad decisions, the reasons I would get in trouble, and for why I’m walking sixty miles to my grandparents’ house, hoping they’ll take me in.

    I was three years old and sitting on the sidewalk at the bottom of the front porch steps when Spot walked up and sat in front of me. He was my dog from that moment on. No one ever knew where he came from, and no one claimed him. He didn’t have a collar; he wasn’t chipped.

    Some people said he looked a lot like a small lab; others said he looked like a large beagle. My Uncle Bob said he had the temperament of a bloodhound; I still don’t know what that means. Uncle Brian said he had the patience of all the saints in heaven for putting up with me. He was probably right.

    Early on, I got in trouble for not making sure he had enough water or giving him too much food. When he had an accident, I was blamed for not taking him outside. If Spot spilled his food, it was my fault for not training him well enough. I blamed Spot, but I always forgave him right away. When he brought mud into the house, well, that was my fault for not wiping his feet.

    Several times when I was at an age when I shouldn’t have left my yard, Spot and I went on long nature walks through the woods behind the houses on our street. I was found once on the banks of the river about two miles from home. I remember getting yelled at over that one. I was in first grade and thought I was old enough to venture farther from home. My father disagreed, so did the policeman who brought me home. Spot made sad sounds as I was spanked with a belt. We didn’t go to the river alone until I was ten.

    I think Spot had telepathy; he always knew when I was sad and how to cheer me up. He was excited when I was happy. No matter what anyone thought, I loved Spot, and he loved me. He held me every day when my mom got sick, and when she died, he licked my tears. I think my dad might have had an easier time if he’d have had a dog like Spot. Instead, he drank more beers, and life at my house lost a lot of happiness.

    Spot was also good at keeping secrets. He was the first one I told when I realized I was gay, and he didn’t stop loving me. I told him when I had a crush on Christopher Baker. I think Chris liked me, too, but before we could tell each other anything, he moved away. When the bullies from school followed me home and tried to harass me, he growled and snapped his teeth. They ran off and stopped bothering me.

    High school would have been unbearable if it hadn’t been for Spot. He was my only friend through high school. He could count on me, and I could count on him. I’d come home from school and tell him my day, and he’d listen When Amy Carrington’s step-brother moved in next door, Spot understood why I watched him from secret. His name was Beau, and he certainly was.

    I was introduced to Beau on his second day in the neighborhood. He stood five-eleven, the same as me. He had dark eyes and shoulder-length dark brown hair. Even though he was only eighteen, a year older than I, he had a five-o’clock shadow by evening time. I could tell he was muscular and handsome, but he didn’t give me a second look.

    Beau did go on a hike with Spot and me one time. We started on a trail not too far from my backyard and into the same woods I’d explored a million times. Beau saw us and just started talking and walking with us. He was in running shorts, and his beautifully muscular legs were on display the entire time.

    “So, do you have a girlfriend, Jakob?” he asked.

    “No.” I shook my head, and Spot spun around to look at me.

    “A boyfriend?” Beau chuckled a little as he said it.

    “Just you,” I laughed.

    Beau laughed, too, and Spot barked.

    “He’s jealous,” said Beau.

    I wanted to say that he had reason to be, but I was a chicken.

    “What are you going to do after graduation?”

    “I’m trying to decide between the military and a trade school. I haven’t decided. What about you?”

    “I was working with one of my grandfathers doing plumbing work until there was a problem at one of the sites and I ended up covered in shit. A poorly designed septic system. A pipe came loose and the septic tank collapsed and I fell in. I still have nightmares.”

    “Yuck.”

    “That’s when I came to stay with my dad for a bit. I need to decide if I want to try to be an electrician like my other grandfather is. I can’t live being a bagger at the grocery store.”

    “I didn’t know you worked there,” I said.

    “Yeah, it’s only part-time, but it’s a job.”

    I made a plan to stop by the store to catch him at work. I bet people loved seeing those arms put groceries into a bag.

    Beau’s only possession was a white pickup truck with dark blue pinstriping. He washed that truck weekly, and I was glad. He always wore skimpy shorts or these swimsuits like water polo guys wear. He had a great ass, a nice bulge, and a hairy muscular chest. Sometimes, as I watched him wash the truck, Spot would beg to go out. He would walk over to the Carrington’s and watch Beau wash. That gave me an excuse to come over.

    Beau would joke that Spot wanted to make sure the truck was ‘spot-less.’ I’d laugh at the corniness of it and offer to help, and occasionally, Beau would drive us to Sonic to get a drink. We would talk about nothing, and I would kick myself afterward for not telling him how I felt.

    The day before graduation was a really grueling day at school. We practiced standing in line, getting in line, walking to our assigned seats, how to get on stage. I came home exhausted, and Spot did not come to greet me. He’d been acting very tired for the past several days, and I wondered whether I needed to change the food he was eating.

    Beau walked up behind me and told me that Spot had come over to visit him a little earlier and just didn’t seem to be his regular self. I followed him back to his house; he’d let Spot inside, and Spot was on a rug next to the couch. Spot lifted his head; I sat down next to him and rubbed the top of his head. He leaned his head against me, and I scratched him behind the ear. I rubbed his neck as I held him close to me. Spot nuzzled his nose against my leg, closed his eyes, and died.

    I was in disbelief as I realized that he wasn’t breathing. I don’t remember what happened next. Beau told me I started to scream ‘No’ and began to cry. He told me that he guided me to his bed that was in the dining room and tried to get me to lay down. He said I kept holding on to him. He said eventually, I began to just sob. I have these vague memories of his rubbing my head. He said I finally fell asleep.

    Beau and I buried Spot in the woods. We dug the hole as deep as we could. He was wrapped in his favorite blanket, and we covered him with rocks to keep predators out. Beau stood with me after we finished covering him. I reached over and held his hand; he didn’t pull away.

    I’m not sure how long we stood there, but we finally turned and went back to my house. I stepped up onto the first step of the back porch and turned to face Beau.

    “Thank you,” I said softly.

    He reached up and held my hand in his. “What else can I do for you, Jakob?”

    I’m not sure what came over me at that moment, but I said, “Take me upstairs and make love to me.”

    Beau stepped up next to me and took my head in his hands. He leaned toward me; his long hair tickled my cheeks as he pressed his lips against mine. “I wanted to tell you months ago how attractive I find you,” he said. “You stir something inside me.” He kissed me again.

    I brought my hand around to touch his hair, and I opened my lips to allow his tongue to explore. “I want this, Beau, and so much more.” I touched the tip of my tongue to his. Electricity shot through me. I moved my hand down to touch his ass cheek, something I had dreamed about doing.

    Suddenly, Beau was pushed to the ground, and I was slapped across the face. “What the fuck are you doing?” The thundering voice of my father echoed back from the woods. He grabbed me and pulled me onto the porch; I lost my footing and fell.

    “What do you think we’re doing?” I yelled.

    My father threw his beer bottle at my feet; it shattered, spraying us with glass and liquid.

    “Sir. We care about each other,” said Beau.

    “You get the fuck away from here before I blow your fucking head off,” my father’s voice was a deep, quiet growl. It scared me.

    “Get away,” I said.

    Beau turned and ran toward his house. I heard him start his truck and drive off. I got up and went inside to my room. I packed my suitcase with the clothes I figured I would need; I made sure that I had my driver’s license, and I put what little cash I had in my shoe. I wrote a note to Beau, and I walked out of the only house I’d ever known.

    My first stop was the grocery store. I left the note there for Beau, and I headed toward my grandparents’. I didn’t hitchhike; I walked. Two days later, I was so hungry that I could barely stand it. I’d brought water with me, and was able to fill the container back up thanks to the kindness of people I saw along the way. A sign indicated the next town was five miles ahead, and I knew that I would have to buy myself something to eat. I was trying to decide what I would get when I heard the sound of a vehicle coming up the road.

    I stepped off the shoulder but kept walking as a white pickup with blue pinstripes stopped next to me. Beau jumped out and ran over to me. He held me to him then helped me to his truck. The cool of the air conditioner felt good. Beau closed my door and went over to his side. I looked over at him and smiled. “You came after me. I was expecting a letter.”

    “For fuck’s sake, of course, I came after you.” Exasperation filled his tone. “You’ve been driving me crazy since the first day I met you, and I finally get to kiss you, and you’re on another hike.”

    I slid next to him. “Kiss me again. So I know it’s real.” He kissed me and rubbed his forehead against mine.

    “So,” he said softly, “you’re heading to your grandparents. Do they know you’re on your way?”

    “No. I’m just going to show up. I’m going to take welding classes at the school there. Once I’ve got a paying job, I can get us a place. My grandparents have an apartment over their garage, but I’m not sure they’ll let us live there together.”

    “I can’t live at your grandparents’ house without having a job.”

    “Let’s just get there; I need to shower and sleep.”

    “Buckle up, and don’t touch me while I’m driving. It’s too distracting,” Beau laughed. “And besides, you smell.”

    “And I thought you’d want to lick the smelly sweat off me,” I smirked.

    “Gag,” he replied and made a face.

    I clicked my seat belt and leaned back. I fell right asleep.

    “Jakob, wake up and tell me which house. I only remember the street, and the note is in my back pocket. Come on, which house?”

    “Is this Buckner Street?”

    “No, it’s Buchanan.”

    “They live on Buckner,” I said.

    “Shit. I thought I remembered.” Beau pulled to the side of the street.

    “It’s no big deal. Just turn right at the next street. It’s only about ten streets away.” I started laughing. “You’re closer than when we started.”

    “Haha.” He put the truck in gear, and we got to my grandparents’ house with no problems.

    My grandparents were in the front yard as we pulled into the driveway. I jumped out and ran to hug my grandfather.

    “We were thinking about coming to see you next week,” he said as he squeezed me. “What’s the reason for the visit?”

    I hugged my grandmother. “Well,” I said. “I ran away from home.”

    They both got a serious look.

    “But I brought my boyfriend,” I said without taking a breath.

    My grandmother gave a certain look to my grandfather.

    “What?” I asked as Beau walked up.

    “When you were six, your mother confided to me that she thought you were gay.”

    I took a deep breath. “What did you tell her?”

    “I said, ‘Who gives a shit. My brother Anthony was queer, and I didn’t care. I just wanted him to be happy.’”

    “I love you, Grandma.” I hugged her again. “This is Beau.”

    Beau shook hands with them.

    “Hey,” said my Grandfather. “Where’s Spot? I want him to meet his children.”

    I started to cry. Beau held me to him. “Shhh. It’s OK,” he whispered. Then, to my grandfather, he said, “Spot died a couple of days ago.” He patted my back. “I think Spot brought us together and made us realize we had feelings for one another.”

    “I’m sorry, Jakob.” My grandfather put his hand on my shoulder. “I know he was family.”

    “Joshua,” said my grandmother, “why don’t you open the apartment for Jakob and Beau, and I’ll get some dinner started. Jakob needs a shower. Looks like he was rode hard and put up wet.” She started toward the house.

    “Y’all get your clothes. Actually, Beau, you want to pull the truck up closer to the garage there.”

    My grandfather and I walked back around the house, and he retrieved the key. “I’m going to let you two get settled. Everything’s the way you left it from last time, except the sheets were changed.”

    “Thank you, Grandpa.” I kissed his cheek and hugged him. I walked to the truck as he went into the house. I pulled my suitcase from the back.

    Beau had a duffle bag. He whispered, “Your grandmother thinks we’ve been fucking.”

    “What?” I smiled at him. “No, she doesn’t.” I looked toward the house, “do you think?”

    “Yes, that comment about your needing a shower.” His cheeks turned red.

    “You want me to tell her that we haven’t. I can let her know that we’ve only kissed. I haven’t even seen your dick. Although, with some of those skimpy shorts you’ve worn while washing your truck, I’ve seen an outline of it.”

    “I was hoping to draw you in,” he gave me a peck on the cheek.

    “I was drawn in before I saw that monster bulge.” I carried my case up the stairs, dropped it at the top of the stairs, and went into the bathroom to turn the water heater on. “We’ll be able to shower in about twenty minutes.”

    “Why not now?”

    “Water would be ice cold. It’ll give me time to put our clothes away.” I opened my suitcase. “I cannot believe that my Uncle Stuart was gay.”

    “I can’t believe your mom knew you were a little faggot at the age of six. Did she catch you blowing your friends in the basement?”

    “You’ve got some weird fantasies, you know. Which reminds me, how many boyfriends have you had?”

    “You’re the first. I’ve only crushed on one other guy. It was… not good. I guess that’s why I was afraid to tell you. A few weeks ago…”

    I noticed that Beau was tearing up. I walked over to him.

    He wiped his eyes. “A few weeks ago, Spot came over while I was sitting in the backyard. I told him that I was falling in love with you and that I wanted him to tell you. I know that it’s silly, but he connected me to you.”

    “He used to sit with me while I spied on you from the upstairs window. When you were washing your truck, he would beg me to take him outside.”

    Beau kissed my forehead. “Fuck, but that dog was smart.”

    “Help me finish with the clothes, and then we can take our first shower together.”

    The water pressure was strong, and the water was hot as Beau scrubbed my back and I scrubbed his. When I touched his cock, I felt it get stiffer in my hand. We were about the same thickness, but he was a little longer than my six inches. I got onto my knees and moved my tongue over the head of his hard penis. I felt a tingle in my ass that caused me to squeeze my cheeks together.

    I circled my lips around him and moved up and down the shaft. I enjoyed the sensation of his rigid dick moving across my lips. His guttural moans told me he liked it as well. His hands reached down to the top of my head, and he thrust his hips toward me and came. His ejaculate was thin and slightly salty. I swallowed it easily, and he became a part of me.

    He pulled me up. His hair covered his face; I began to push it back, and he helped, exposing a happy grin. I kissed him. “I always come too fast when I’m thinking about you,” he said. The water started to cool down, and I shut it off. I grabbed each of us a towel. Beau spent more time drying his hair than I spent on my whole body. I dried his back. While I worked on his legs, I sucked on his dick some more.

    A strange thing happened as I began to dry the back of his legs. I got the urge to lick his hole. I pulled his cheeks apart and ran my tongue over it.

    “Fuck, Jakob. That’s awesome,” he cried. “Here, take this.” He handed me some ointment. “Use this and put your fingers into me.”

    I did as he asked, and he made quiet moans as I pushed my finger in and out of him, until I hit his prostate. His teeth clenched together, and he hissed. “Take me to the bed and do me with your dick,” he said. “Put that on your dick, so it will go in better.”

    I covered my cock with the ointment as we crawled into the bed. Beau got on his back and lifted his legs. I looked down at his sculpted, hairy body, and I got chills. My dick jerked upwards.

    The room got super silent. Beau pulled his cheeks apart. I pushed the head of my penis against his hole. His hole resisted for a moment, and then I popped inside. He gasped, and I moved closer, penetrating him more deeply. It was so natural, and once I felt that I was as far as I could go, I leaned forward and kissed him.

    Without any purposeful thinking, I began to pump in and out of him. Little sounds came from his throat, and I increased the speed of our fuck. I wanted him so much for so long, and now he was mine and I was his, and we were together. It did not take long for me to fill him with my seed, and when I was finished, he held me tightly to him.

    I heard the door downstairs click and open. My grandfather called up, “You two get your clothes on and come to dinner.”

    “We’re already dressed,” I called down. “We’ll be right there.”

    “Don’t lie to me. Get your pants on.” I heard him laughing as he closed the door.

    Beau started laughing, too. We dressed quickly and ran to the main house. I opened the door, and Daisy pushed into me.

    “What’s up, girl?” I asked. She looked up at me and tilted her head before she nuzzled it against me.

    “She acts as if she knows,” said Beau.

    “Maybe she does. Spot always came with me.” We went into the house and made our way to the dining room. “What’s this? Wow!”

    “It’s just some Kosher hot dogs and some bison chili. There are some corn chips, too if you want a Frito pie. Regular chips are over there. If I’d had more warning…”

    “It’s a feast, Grandma,” said Beau. “I’ve never had bison chili.”

    “It’s healthier than beef.”

    “That’s because it’s missing its ‘mooooo’,” I added.

    I heard a yip and turned to see a puppy, a puppy that looked like a young Spot, except that this puppy had a little spot of white hair on her head.

    “We named that one ‘Dot’,” said my Grandmother.

    I crouched down on my haunches. Dot walked over to me and sat. She looked right into my eyes.

    My grandfather came in. “Those dogs aren’t allowed…” My grandmother put her hand up to stop him.

    Tears had begun to fill my eyes. Dot came next to me and rubbed her head against my knee. I knew that everything was going to work out.


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  • A Homeless Treat

    “Isn’t fate strange?” Caroline said as they drove off from the supermarket parking area.  

    “What do you mean, baby?” Garth, her husband, asked.

    “Well, if the homeless guy that always pushes our trolley and unpacks our groceries got cleaned up, I think that he could be; extremely sexy,” she answered with brevity.

    “You’re not serious?” Garth replied, before adding, “He would have to spend a week in a bath of antiseptic and detergent to get cleaned up.”

    “Yeah, he certainly needs a good scrubbing. But, after that, I think that he could be very hot,” Caroline reckoned.

    Caroline and Garth had been married for three years and were both bisexual. They were swingers and often attended gatherings of like-minded individuals.

    “Listen, Garth, why don’t we show some charity for Thanksgiving and ask the homeless guy to spend it with us?” Caroline then suggested.

    “Fuck… You are serious,” Garth disbelievingly reiterated.

    “Yeah. I’m willing to bet you that Scully, (the homeless guy) has a good body, and once we’ve cleaned him up, he’ll show a lot of promise,” she thoughtfully concluded.

    Okay, let’s think about your ludicrous suggestion for a moment. Who says that Scully will be interested in having sex with us?… Particularly with me,” Garth advocated.

    “Money, simple as that. We’ll make it worth his while,” Caroline matter-of-factly answered.

    Before Garth could respond, Caroline continued, “And if I am right, you’ll owe me an apology.”

    After they had a chuckle, Caroline persisted, “Naturally, you’ll have to proposition him.”

    “Oh, why?” Garth inquired.

    “Well, he has often seen us together and has obviously, assumed that we are married. If I were to proposition him, he would be worried about your reaction. You, being the ‘boss’ of the house, would put his mind at rest,” Caroline reasoned.

    “Mmm, I suppose you’re right. What should I say to Scully?” Garth inquired.

    “You’ll work it out, Garth. But, if I may suggest, please be upfront with him. Scully needs to understand the reason for his invitation. I’m not prepared to go to all the trouble, only to find that he balks on us,” Caroline succinctly informed Garth.

    Although Garth was apprehensive, he was, nonetheless, also rather excited. Although he had never looked carefully at Scully, the homeless guy, he now tried to bring Scully’s image to mind. Even though Garth had not seen what his wife has seen in the guy, from recall, Garth vaguely remembered that Scully was a pleasant enough looking man.

    The following day, Garth only put in a half days’ work so that he could do the shopping for their Thanksgiving meal. Garth was pleased when he saw Scully near the entrance to the supermarket.

    Once Garth had completed his task, true to form, Scully was at hand to push the trolley to Garth’s vehicle.

    After the groceries got placed in the trunk, Garth looked at Scully and asked, “What are you doing for Thanksgiving?”  

    “Nothing,” Scully answered with a puzzled shrug.

    “Do you remember my wife?” Garth asked.

    “Sure, she’s a beautiful woman,” Scully reservedly answered.

    “Good. Well, Caroline thinks you are a sexy guy, and we would like you to spend tonight and tomorrow with us for Thanksgiving,” Garth salaciously informed Scully.

    “Huh… Are you serious?” Scully dumbfoundedly asked.

    “Yeah. We are all alone because our families live far away. So we thought it would be fun to have you around for the celebration,” Garth salaciously informed him, before adding, “You can bring all your laundry, which we’ll wash for you, and we are willing to reward you for your service as well.”

    Garth’s demeanour was suggestively strong, and Scully was in no doubt that sex might also get included, or so he hoped. Something this unimaginable had never happened to Scully before. Scully was comprehensively taken aback with excitement.

    “I would love to join you, if you are sure,” Scully incredulously made sure.

    “Good. I pick you up at six if that suits you?” Garth clarified.

    “I’ll be waiting,” Scully answered, smiling disbelievingly.

    As Garth drove off, Scully’s mind worked overtime wondering about what lay ahead for him. Adversity had long since initiated a flexible morality in Scully’s life. When you are on the bones of your arse, finickiness does not form part perceptions.

    Scully was not bothered about the possibility of a threesome because m2m action didn’t faze him. Over the past year, he had often been ‘requisitioned’ by an old gay man who took him home from time to time. Fortunately, all the old guy only wanted was to suck Scully’s dick, and so he got spared any further intimacy. 

    This new dynamic with Garth and Caroline, however, was far more exciting. He pondered if the couple were into a Ménage-a-Trois, or if it would be a one or the other situation involving voyeurism. Above all, a great meal, a comfortable night’s sleep, and a good shower would be a bonus, whatever the outcome.

    When Garth arrived later that day, Scully was ready and waiting with his black dustbin bag of dirty laundry, and soon they arrived at Garth’s home.

    Upon Scully’s arrival, he deferentially and humbly thanked both Garth and Caroline for their generosity. Caroline was busy prepping for the following day’s lunch and also had their dinner for that evening in the oven. She quickly took further control and shortly had the first of the two loads of Scully’s laundry on the go.

    “Scully, Garth will show you to the bathroom. Just give him everything you are wearing so that I can wash that for you too. Garth will give you something to wear for tonight. There is no rush, so take your time and enjoy yourself,” Caroline politely informed Scully.

    Once Garth and Scully got to the room, Garth handed Scully a tracksuit and a pair of those complimentary towelling slippers that one gets from a hotel. After ushering Scully into the bathroom, Scully stripped and handed over all the clothing he was wearing to Garth. Garth tried hard not to stare blatantly at the naked form of Scully as it moved into the shower. Garth got a fairly decent look at the homeless treat that he and his wife would hopefully be sharing. 

    As Garth joined Caroline, he said, “Okay… You were right. He is far sexier than I thought.”

    “And?” she excitedly asked.

    “And what?” Garth teasingly asked her.

    “Did you see it?” Caroline asked in anticipation.

    “Well, I just had a very brief glance,” Garth answered, prolonging her inquisitiveness.

    “And?” Caroline now blurted exasperatedly.

    Garth was loving the suspense and decided to prolong the answer for all it was worth.

    “Well… Let me put it this way, on the day that cocks were getting handed out, Scully got up early and was very near the front of the queue,” he strategically divulged, adding to the drama.

    “Big?” Caroline inquired with enthusiasm.

    “No, darling. It’s fuckin’ huge!” Garth chuckled as he let the cat out of the bag.

    “Really?” she keenly probed.

    “It’s an uncut beauty,” Garth confirmed.

    Caroline now instantly felt a moistness brewing in her pussy.

    Much as Garth was playing it cool and acting nonchalant, Scully’s body and cock had excited him enormously. Garth was concerned when things commenced that he might end up being the odd man out.

    Scully’s mind was working overtime as he luxuriated in a warm shower. Thus far, the looks he had received from both Caroline and Garth made him confident that sex was on the agenda. Although Scully was not an avaricious person, he was astute enough to realize he could be onto a good wicket in this home if things went well. Scully’s only concern was how the couple wanted the sexual activity to play out. He pondered whether he should take control or compliantly pander to their wishes. Scully had a strong feeling that they would prefer the former of the two options.

    Just play it by ear,’ he mentally decided.

    When Scully finally joined Garth and Caroline in the living area, he moved toward Caroline and thanked her for all the kindness that she was showing him. To his glee, she placed her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. As the kiss became ever more sensual, Scully responded by clamping her backside and pulling her body into him. Scully now definitively knew that sex was on the agenda for that evening.

    As their bodies parted, Scully instinctively knew that he had to make sure that Garth also had to be assured that he was open to a threesome with the two of them. Scully had observed an unquestionable look of lust on Garth’s face as he stood naked before him.

    On an impulse, Scully now moved toward Garth and thanked him as well. Without hesitation, Scully placed his arms about Garth’s body and was pleased when Garth melted in his arms. As their tongues wrestled, both men had erections, which rubbed up against one another. Scully’s kissing action was even more intense than it had been with Caroline because he wanted to make it definitive that he was comfortably bisexual.

    As Scully and Garth parted, three excited minds were looking forward to what lay ahead later.

    There was a comfortable atmosphere in the comfort of the centrally-heated environment as they sipped their wine and exchanged histories. As Caroline went about her ‘duties,’ assisted by Garth, Scully began to display his control by occasionally embracing one or the other and kissing them. As an added incentive, Scully did nothing to hide the impressive bulge in his tracksuit pants, which both Caroline and Garth unabashedly fondled during the process. Scully further enhanced his domination by referring to Garth as my baby boy and Caroline as my baby girl. In response, they reciprocated by referring to Scully as, ‘Daddy.’

    The sexual tension was becoming so electric that Caroline soon had to remind them that they were having supper first. In the hive of activity taking place, Scully’s first load of washing was done and then placed in the dryer. After his second load of laundry got underway, they were soon seated at the dining table.

    The lasagne that Caroline had bought was delicious, and the salad was splendid. Much as they enjoyed the meal, all three were as horny as hell and couldn’t wait for the ‘live’ entertainment to commence. As they ate, Scully began to formulate his upcoming strategy as he looked at the large leather sofa in the lounge.

    Another hive of cleaning up activity took place after supper. After the dishes had got cleared and placed in the dishwasher, Scully’s first load of dry laundry got neatly folded as the second load got put in the dryer.

    Once everything got done, Scully moved to the lounge and sat in the middle of the large sofa. After he did so, he tapped the seating on either side of him in a commanding and lustful invitation. Like two obedient puppies, Caroline and Garth excitedly parenthesized Scully’s frame.

    Scully then moved his face from side to side as he started kissing them ardently. Upon doing so, the anxious hands of Caroline and Garth began to tour and stimulate his body. As their excitement grew, Scully soon stood up and commenced removing his clothing.

    “Let’s all get naked because I want to eat some pussy,” Scully then announced.   

    Scully then began arranging proceedings and told Caroline to sit and Garth to stand on the seating and commence skull-fucking Caroline. Scully then wedged his face into Garth’s crack and started licking and prodding with his tongue. Simultaneously, Scully’s left hand located Caroline’s pussy and commenced rubbing and fingering. From the sounds his ‘babies’ were making, Scully knew that his machinations were hitting the spot. These sounds escalated when Scully’s teeth began scraping Garth’s knot, and with two fingers in Caroline’s pussy, his thumb started caressing her nub. Scully’s major decision now was whom he would fuck first.

    As Scully was contemplating his options, he decided to lower his face onto Caroline’s pussy and spear his fingers into Garth’s backside.

    Not long after, Scully was robbed of his decision when Garth’s body began to shudder due to his overexcitement before unloading into his wife’s mouth.

    Once Garth had cum, he sat down next to Caroline on the couch. Garth now watched in awe as Scully vigorously began to munch on Caroline’s cunt. With the stimulation Caroline was receiving, her hyperventilation soon turned to convulsions of ecstasy as orgasm stuck her blissfully.

    Moving swiftly, Scully now got to his feet, and after widening his stance, he placed Caroline’s legs over his shoulders. Garth enviously watched as Scully plugged his dick into Caroline’s pussy. With Scully anchoring his body on the back of the sofa, he commenced hammering Caroline’s snatch robustly.

    Although Garth had recently unloaded, the scene he was watching was so hot that his cock instantly hardened once more. Garth was now overwhelmed by the idea of being fucked by Scully. In the swingers group that Garth and Caroline belonged to, a man on man anal action was frowned upon and was generally a rarity.

    Unable to resist, Garth quickly got to his knees behind Scully and did his best to rim Scully’s thumping backside.

    Over the previous two evenings, Scully had not masturbated and was as horny as hell. As Garth’s hand clamped onto Scully’s twitching balls, Scully let his spunk rapturously flow into Caroline’s pussy.

    Once Scully moved aside, Garth quickly licked Scully’s sodden phallus as his eyes ravenously eyed Caroline’s sopping pussy. Garth now dove in and began suctioning the hot cum out of Caroline’s sloppy cunt. Caroline’s whimpers and the taste of fresh sex made Garth grunt like a pig at a trough.

    With Garth’s arse aching with frustration, Garth now looked up at Scully with pleading eyes and begged, “Please, I need you to fuck my arse.”

    “Okay, let’s go to the bedroom, baby boy,” Scully commanded.

    In the bedroom, Caroline lay back on the bed and opened her legs. As Scully took charge, he pushed Garth’s head down into Caroline’s pussy once more. With Garth now in the doggy position at the edge of the bed, Scully could pay his full attention to Garth’s backside. Scully again used his fingers to prise Garth’s arse open before lodging the head of his dick at Garth’s porthole.

    With one big shove, Scully entered Garth’s arsehole. Uncomfortable as it was initially, Garth revelled in the strain. Garth loved anal penetration and had almost forgotten how great it was. Garth was in heaven as he reflected that inviting Scully to their home was turning into one of the most inspired ideas Caroline ever had.    

    Scully, for his part, not only loved the constriction of Garth’s backside but was determined to make as good an impression as possible. The harder Scully fucked, the more he could sense Garth’s pleasure. As Caroline delighted in her husband’s skillful oral dexterity, Garth was relishing the euphoria of his ‘abused’ arse. A further escalation of Garth’s bliss was when Scully commenced slapping his hips with excitement.

    By this point, Garth began vigorously tugging on his dick.

    “Let’s cum on her together,” Garth then heard from behind him.

    With both men on their feet, they frantically milked their dicks before Garth shot his load over Caroline’s tits, and Scully showered her stomach with jizz.

    Both Caroline and Garth were elated with the dichotomy of Scully’s domineering bedroom persona and the other subservient ‘homeless’ persona he had shown upon his arrival at their home. It was as if their minds had gelled into simpatico of lust.

    Scully showed an incredible skill for the rest of that evening and the following day. Neither Garth nor Caroline ever got neglected, as Scully consistently moved from one to the other. A further advantage for the couple was how turned-on they got watching this over-endowed sex fiend displaying his magnificent libido as he moved from one to the other. The level of sex with Scully far surpassed anything that Garth and Caroline had ever experienced, and his dominating approach ticked every one of Garth and Caroline’s boxes.

    On the morning after Thanksgiving Day, Scully was somewhat perplexed when Garth dropped him off at the supermarket. Scully had given it his all and hoped that he would get asked to move in with them.      

    The following evening, when Garth and Caroline arrived home from work, there was an eerie silence between them. Caroline was the first one to break the impasse.

    “I’ve seriously been thinking about something today,” she uttered.

    “Me too,” Garth quickly added.

    “What?” she asked.

    “No, no, you go first,” Garth countered.

    “Well, I can’t get Scully out of my mind,” she responded.

    “Me too,” Garth repeated.

    “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Caroline inquired.

    Without any further elaboration, Garth rhetorically asked, “Shall I just go get him?”

    “Definitely!” Caroline replied.

    When Garth arrived at the supermarket, Scully came sauntering over to him.

    “Go get your things. Caroline and I want you to move in with us,” Garth informed him.


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  • Neighbor Daddy Sam

    After I returned from my trip, Sam and I settled into a routine where we met every evening after work and ended up spending the night at either his house or mine. I looked forward to spending time with him and finally curling up with his gorilla body every night. Our bond grew more and more and our sexual escapades expanded.

    Sam’s construction business had started to take off and he had hired a couple of men to work for him. The Chamber of Commerce in our town organized an evening trade show open to the general public where local businesses could set up display tables and meet and greet potential customers. The show was to be held at a local hotel and I had already signed my consultancy service up and Sam agreed he would like to have a display for his company.

    We worked together on our displays and presentation materials and since I had a couple of very large flat computer screens we made slide show presentations that could run in the background. It was a great experience to work together with him on this and we learned a lot about each other’s technical competence outside of the sexual arena.

    On the night of the show, we had agreed to drive together and when he came out of his house wearing a suit and tie and black Italian leather shoes, I almost creamed in my pants. He had put gel in his hair and trimmed his beard and looked fucking hot. He had also applied some nice, masculine cologne and smelled great. I looked directly into his steel blue eyes, shook his hand, pulled him in for a hug and said “looking good old man”. He playfully responded “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on”.

    My attention was more on him than on my driving, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. I reached over and cupped his firm package through the thin suit material and felt the heat emanating from his cock and balls. At the stop lights, I leaned over and kissed him. He massaged my package as we drove along and if we had not been pressed for time, I would have pulled off the road and jumped him.

    Our tables at the trade show were across from each other so I could enjoy looking at him when I didn’t have any visitors. Sam’s table was very popular and he spent a lot of time talking with potential clients. It turned out that Sam was quite the charmer and there were a lot of women dropping by to flirt with him and I even overheard a couple of them offer to give him their telephone number. Whenever there was a lull in visitors, he would look over at me, put his hand in his trouser pocket, rub his dick and wink at me—my dick chubbed up every time and my boxer briefs were damp with precum. At one point, when I had his attention, I opened my coat and flashed the lump in my trousers to him. I could see that his bulge was also growing.

    After the show was over, he told me he was fucking horny and asked if we should rent a room. I told him there was no time for that. I led him to a men’s toilet in the hotel business center that was closed for the night.

    We embraced, kissed and I wasted no time getting down on my knees to put my mouth on his bulge. His dick and balls made a clear imprint on the fabric. I pulled his pants down and engulfed his dick down my throat. Sam was so horny to fuck me that he couldn’t wait for a blow job or to get undressed. He pulled me up, yanked my pants down around my knees, spat on his dick and in one shot, thrust it in my hole. The initial pain shot through me but dissipated quickly as I was also horny. He leaned over and stroked my cock roughly. In only a matter of minutes he blew his huge load he caught mine in his hand when I blew a few seconds later.

    Sam fed me some of my load from his hand and he licked the rest off of his own hand. He leaned in, put his mouth on mine and we mixed my jizz in a hot sperm kiss and swallowed.

    He got down on his knees, bent me over with his face between my ass cheeks and told me to press his spunk out of my ass. He eagerly lapped half of it up and fed me the other half . This time we mixed his jizz in a hot sperm kiss and swallowed greedily.

    After this, we went and had a beer in the hotel bar and talked about the trade show. I joked with him that, with all the women swarming around him, I thought he would be getting some real pussy this evening.

    Sam chuckled at the joke and then became silent. He directed his steel blue eyes at me and said “I don’t know if you want to hear this or not, yours is the only pussy I want”, he stammered a little bit and then said “it’s because I have fallen in love with you”. I was choked up but able to tell him that I did want to hear that I had fallen in love with him. He looked at me with his steel blue eyes and said “thanks, man”

    We walked over to reception and got that room..


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  • Getting a taste of my own medicine

    The look in his eyes was almost terrifying.

    I had been a dominating top in his life for a few years now. When we met, at work, he always professed to be a top. I loved those guys. I would work my way into their lives and then flip their script, hard core. When I fucked these guys, I wasn’t gentle either. I would get off on hearing their pleas and begging for it to be gentler. I would degrade them and humiliate their wants and desires at the same time. Then, when I was done, I would simply walk out with a grin on my face and the shocked humiliating look on theirs. It was always very satisfying for me.

    This was all, of course, before I had been reduced to a helpless sub by a sex club I would often visit to work out my more dominating aspects. They had had their fill of my bullshit and set up a punishment that would put me in my humbled place. What I couldn’t have ever foreseen was that this punishment would last longer than the time at the club. They had placed me in very tight chastity that kept my impressive cock locked tight. I had just taken the day off work and scrubbed the humiliating comments and images off my body and was trying hard to get used to this cage that was impossible for me to remove on my own. I knew the only way to get this taken off of me was to return to the club but the fear of that, mixed with having to continue working, has kept me from doing it quite yet. My balls are constantly sore, from the weight of the cage, as well as any slight enlargement of my cock sends me into a crotch grabbing groan. This thing has forced me to have to sit when I piss to avoid the frontal soaking that this small slit for my cock is allowed. I have also realized that I have to wear tight whitey tighties in order to relieve some of the strain on my balls as this cage encases both my cock and balls. It also makes my package much more pronounced, so hiding my situation is pretty hard.

    Jon had just come in to my office and sensing I was a bit off, did what any humbled dog would do, he tried to comfort me. He was rubbing my shoulders when my cock began to rise causing me to groan and lean forward. He took this to mean I might want a blow job, something I had forced him to love in years past, and spun me around in my chair. Before I had a chance to stop him he grabbed at my cock and found my, all encompassing, cage.

    The spell was broken. I saw it immediately. His eyes had changed the way he looked at me. The dog was now the master in an instant. They always say, “do unto others” and I was about to learn that lesson hard.

    Jon grinned, “What the fuck is this on your cock?”

    I didn’t know how to respond. I began to blush and the looked down immediately. The look of shame was almost too much for him.

    “Well, I can assume you didn’t do this to yourself. You, the mighty top. You, who always took what you wanted with no regard to others! So, it seems you have been flipped yourself. HAHA so fucking pathetic! I always let you use me because you were so fucking cocky about it. The other guys you have fucked in this office have always shared our horror stories with each other, and because you were the boss we couldn’t really do anything about it. But wait till they hear about this!! HAHAHAHAHA!” Jon said.

    “No man, please!” I begged. “You can’t tell people about this. This would ruin me and my reputation. But I have totally learned my lesson. I never should have treated you guys like this. But please don’t tell anyone. Please!”.

    The smile he gave was a knowing one. I was caught. I had just been humbled by someone that I referred to as a dog. This medicine was getting harder and harder to swallow.

    His entire demeanor towards me changed. He stood taller. His chest was proudly puffed out. His eyes sparkled in a way I haven’t seen since I first met him. And for the first time, I saw his cock begin to swell under his pants that told me I was in real trouble. He took a few steps back and admired me like a caught animal. The smile never left his face. My office was private and the door was shut. I was burning with humiliation. And I was helpless to stop it. Then after a moment that seemed to last years he said, “Show me.”.

    I hesitated for an instant Then with a command that got him his position in our company to begin with, he pounced. “I said now bitch!” commanded Jon.

    “Fuck man!” I pleaded. “If I show you, you have to swear not to tell anyone.”

    He just kept looking at me. I knew I had no choice. I was so fucking pissed. So reluctantly I stood up. I tried to be tall and commanding. But how can you really be that confident when you are being dehumanized like this in your own office. I slowly undid my pants and they fell to the floor. He then laughed out loud noting the whitey tighties I was now helplessly wearing. My face flushed even more at this. I then pulled the front of my Hanes down and under the cage showing him this prison I was now forced into. He then sprang into action. He moved forward with force. He explored the device and yanked my briefs down showing that the cage was attached not only around my entire cock and balls but that it was attached to a waist band that kept it from coming off at all. Feeling his exploring hands all over me caused my cock to react involuntarily and I groaned a bit at the restriction. He just laughed a bit more with little, fuck man and I can’t believe you are so stupid to let someone do this to you, over and over. I pulled my briefs back up and put the pants back on. I had given him what he was looking for. Then he demanded that I explain how I got myself into this predicament. Reluctantly, I told him the entire story. I tried to make myself look as good as I could but it was clear he wasn’t buying any of that.

    “So that’s why you were sick yesterday. You never take time off and so I knew it had to be something pretty sever, but when you came back to work today I had to find out what really went on.” Said Jon. “So, here’s what’s going to happen. I am going to fuck you. Not now, tonight. I have put up with so much shit from you, and clearly these men wanted you to learn a lesson. One that is a long time coming, man. You will be ready for me at your house at 8pm. And if you don’t do what I want, everyone is going to know.” And with that he walked out of my office without even letting me respond.

    My head was spinning. My dog was now a master. He looked so victorious as he left and I was left sputtering like a bitch trying to plead with him to come back. For the rest of the work day my mind raced. I never saw him again, and dared not ask him to my office even if I had a question for him. I had lunch delivered to my office and stayed hidden for as much of the day as possible, avoiding all other personnel. When my work was accomplished, I almost ran out of the office hoping no one would stop me. I was in the parking garage and feeling good about how empty it was, I made my way to the car. Just as I was at my car and had the door open a bag was shoved over my head. I immediately began to fight back, but my arms were pulled behind my back with speed and precision. I instantly felt the handcuffs go on and in a quick instant my arms were useless. As I began to call for help a cloth was forced over my mouth and nose and I could smell chemicals. I knew I was done for the moment it hit me. In an instant I was out.

    When I finally woke I was groggy. I went to rub my eyes and realized that I couldn’t move my arms and legs. I began to struggle but also couldn’t see. I tried to yell for help and found my mouth was gagged wide open. I could hear my moans for help as they traveled down the familiar tube. I was back at the club. The smells and feelings of before were washing over me. Panicked I began to struggle as laughs filled the room. Hands traveled my helpless body showcasing the restraints that covered my body leaving me immobile. I could hear the comments as men knocked on my helpless cage that remained in place. As my senses were now fully acute despite my helpless situation, I could feel that my ass was unusually full. Oh fuck, I thought, not again. And then the familiar hum was switched on. I would moan, why, stop, please, but all were left mottled by the gag and unrecognizable even to myself. I continued to breath fearing that at any moment my air hole would be replaced by something less desirable. Then my ass began to vibrate deep inside my guts. It varied at different speeds and intensities. But this time….my cock was still locked! As soon as the vibrations that seemed to know exactly where my prostate was, my cock began to spring to life. I moaned in pain as my cock was stopped from filling to its usual impressive mass. I groaned again and again as the assaults on my body continued. Then a speaker clicked on in the room. I could hear men moaning and groaning as sex filled the room. Suddenly, like a chorus, men began shouting, “I’m CUMMING!”. I knew what was next. The sound of the tube was changing. And just as it had happened before, my mouth was engulfed in cum. It was thick and creamy. I couldn’t get it down fast enough trying to avoid tasting it as much as possible. I would gag and sputter but to no avail. No drop would be wasted. Tears began to trickle from under my blindfold as I swallowed load after load. It felt like forever but soon the stream of cum had ceased allowing me to gulp much needed air into my lungs once again. The buzzing in my ass was relentless and my cock was in agony fighting the prison it was in. I moaned and thrashed to the jeers and mocking of the surrounding group. Then again, the cum came. I could taste the salty, bitter, and thickness of each load as it was forced into my helpless mouth. Then there was an all stop. Everything ceased.

    Then after a moment I heard the sounds of men moaning and toilets flushing. Then came a new rush of fluid. Piss was being poured down towards my mouth. I was so thirsty from being knocked out and forced to swallow slimly loads, but there is nothing relieving for the drinker as warm foamy piss is forced down your throat. I had to gulp fast. I knew I wouldn’t get a full breath of fresh air till it was gone. So, I drank and drank the piss as it poured down my throat via the tube forced into my mouth. The butt plug then began to change tactics. It wasn’t vibrating anymore but began to move in an out. It was actually fucking my ass. Opening my hole up totally against my will. And of course, my cock was helpless and unfree. When I had finished drinking the piss I breathed relieved for a moment. There was a quick wash of clean water that shot down my tube and I drank it up eager for the relief of a pleasing fluid.

    I wish there had been more. It was almost more torture as the taste of piss and cum hadn’t been washed out at all. In fact, it seemed to make the taste stronger. Turns out when you get a little bit of water after all those other fluids you get oddly used to the flavor. But the water quickly made my taste buds come alive and the taste and smell was now gagging me. I was so disgusted with myself. I had become a cum and piss gutter. I could hear the men still laughing and jeering at me through my gags. Hands continued to explore my body and tears were once again building in my eyes. How had I gotten to the this point of complete degradation?

    The tube was quickly removed from my mouth. I knew better at this point than to yell back. I was clearly supposed to learn something and I didn’t want to do anything to upset these guys even more. I hoped that they would know they had made their point and I could finally find some freedom from this nightmare. Soon a gag was placed over my face and I the deep sleep that brought me back to this hell washed over me once again.

    When I woke again I was so groggy. It felt like I had been on a bender and my head was spinning. Thankfully I was able to move my limbs once again. I began to stretch and get blood flowing through my body that felt so tense after all I had been through that day. I started to take notice of the room around me and I realized I was in my own bed. Without hesitation, I got myself up and went into the bathroom. I began to check my face and body in the mirror for any new marks. I didn’t see anything written on my body and began to breathe a sigh of relief. My heart then plunged. The chastity cage was still firmly in place. Sturdy, strong, heavy, and unyielding. I was so tired from the day but so frustrated! “FUCK!!!” I yelled. How long was this going to last. I was almost clawing my cage in desperation.

    Then it happened. It was overwhelming. Slowly but unrelenting my cock began to swell. I was suddenly getting hornier and hornier. What the fuck was happening? Then like a lightning bolt it hit me. The water. They must have roofied the fucking water! I began to groan but my hard on was filling my, already tight, cock cage at an alarming speed. And it wasn’t going down. I was so fucking horny. I needed to grab my cock so fucking bad. But there was, literally, nothing I could do. It was agony! I went to lay in my bed when I noticed all my drawers open in my dressers. All my underwear was gone. I mean all of it. All that was left was tighty whities. Hanse and fruit of the loom briefs and all smalls. Written on the ass was all the things that had been all over my body. Slut, bitch, caught you, bottom slut…etc. etc. It was crazy! What the fuck had these guys done to me? And then the doorbell rang. I froze. I was only in my tightie whities and caught in this fucking cock cage. I was panicking! Who would be here at this hour. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was 8pm sharp! OMG Jon, my business subordinate was at the door! I didn’t know what to do. If I ignored him he would tell everyone what he had seen. I couldn’t get it off. There would be no hiding from the other guys in the office. This was making me crazy! Then he began knocking.

    “I will give you to the count of ten!” Jon yelled.

    I was almost running in circles. I couldn’t find any pants. I couldn’t find any shirts. All I had was white fucking briefs with crazy shit written all over them! I ran into the hallway and saw my furniture was all moved. In the center of the room was a spank bench with restraints. WHAT THE FUCK!!!

    “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5” Jon counted.

    I was hard as can be allowed inside my cage. I was left with no way to cover up. And now my living room was set up like some kind of fucking sex dungeon. I must be dreaming. I just kept thinking “I MUST BE FUCKING DREAMING!” as I walked to the door.

    “4, 3, 2………, 1……….” Jon dragged the last numbers out like I was a boy in grade school.

    I reluctantly unlocked the door and cracked it open peering through the crack at Jon in the door. As soon as he saw me he pushed through the door forcing me to take a few steps back. I stood before him in only some tight white Hanes briefs, clearly showing my cock cage through the thin white fabric. He took a quick look around wordlessly as I burned with humiliation trying to cover my body with my hands. I began to turn around when he laughed a full body laugh. I began to walk to my room to get a blanket at just cover my body. I needed to hide my shame.

    “Oh no no no. Listen, you have called me dog for the last few years.” Jon said. “But just like your ass clearly says, you’re my bitch now!”

    I froze. I stopped dead. I knew I would have to do what he says. As long as this fucking cage was on me I was totally helpless to his whims.

    “Get on the fucking bench, bitch!” Jon commanded. “And, don’t you dare make me repeat myself.”

    This might be the hardest pill to swallow yet! 


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  • Dominic

    Somewhere around dawn, I woke to the feel of a hand around my hard cock.  Blearily, I opened my eyes to focus on Dom staring at my dick, mesmerized as he slowy moved his big paw up and down.  He seemed fascinated by the appearance of the purplish head appearing and disappearing into my foreskin.  I watched for a few seconds, surprised at the dreamy look in his eyes.  I suspected that Dom was still quite high.  He was kneeling, naked, his hard cock standing up between his thighs.  His other arm seemed to be busy behind his back.

    It suddenly dawned on me that Dom was playing with his hole. Which made my cock go from upright to rock hard.

    He jolted when I asked,” Aren’t you sore from last night?” His face turned beet red, and he let go of my dick like a red hot poker. ” Ummmm….kinda. But it felt so good! I just can’t help myself!” My eyebrows rose in surprise. Was my ” straight” coworker an insatiable bottom boy in disguise? He reddened further and relunctantly pulled his hand from behind his back. I could see his fingers were slick with lube. Apparently Dom had found a new fascinating toy…. his own asshole.

    I waved gently at him. ” No need to stop on my account…. it’s kind hot , to tell the truth.” Dom shifted uneasily on his knees. A telltale drool of precum from his upright cock, let me know he was excited, even through his embarrassment. But after a moment or two his hand began to creep back behind his back. ” Wait!” , I ordered. He stiffened and jerked his hand back to his side. I smiled gently at him, not wanting to scare him off at this point. Softly, I murmmered, ” I just want to see you finger your hole Dom, is that okay?” If Dom’s face kept up turning red, I was afraid he’d burst a blood vessel. His mouth dropped open in surprise, then he shrugged. Another drool of precum dripped from his dick. He turned around on his knees, presenting his tight little ass and broad back to me. He started to reach behind him but my hand on his back stopped him. He went tense, waiting for me to speak. I gently stroked his back, ” Shh..relax…. I just wanted to ask, have you ever done poppers?” He scooted around to face me, curiousity on his face. He shook his head, ” What are poppers?”

    I held up a finger and went to fumble around in my bedside drawer. There was a clinking in the back as I founf a fresh bottle. I held it up for him to see. He just looked at it quizzically. “What does it do?” I smiled, peeling the wrapper off. ” For me it just makes things feel better.” ” How does it work?” ” Like this.” I unscrewed the top and pinching a nostril closed took a short inhale. I held my breath for a bit, until a felt the warm buzz. ” Wanna try?” He paused for a moment than shrugged. ” Okay?” I held the bottle out to him, ” Just a small sniff at first, okay?” He copied my earlier actions with a quick sniff. At first his nose wrinkled from the fumes, but I could tell when the poppers hit his brain. He leaned forward hands on knees and took a deep breath. After a bit he said in an awed voice. ” Shit! That went straight to my asshole!” He bit his lip. ” It’s like I am super aware of my own hole! Like I really want to touch it!”

    I looked at the bottle in his hand. ” Take a longer sniff, and then just do what feels good to you.” He did and soon he had a finger rubbing between his ass cheeks. My cock jerked, as I watched this buff stud play with his hole. He groaned when he breached his hole. Unfortunately I couldn;t really see much. I reached out to touch his arm. He looked at me pupils blown, biting his lower lip. ” I want to see you touch yourself.” I said. ” Lay down here beside me, with your feet towards my head..” Dom paused for a moment then did as I asked. When he was situated, I gently lifted the poppers to his face. I held his nostril closed as he took a whiff. I urged him to take another. When his hand crept back to his crease, I gently lifted his leg to expose his twitching, lube slicked pink hole. I one handed whiffed the poppers, as I watched him slip a fat finger inside of himself. His leg quivered as he dug deep inside, and found his joy gland. The poppers and the sensation had him rooting around. It didn’t take long before he he was writhing his ass around another finger. His big chest was pumping in faster breaths. ” Shit! Shit! That feels so fucking good!” he gasped.

    My cock spasmed and jerked. It was such a turn on to watch this man’s man play with his hole. I really wanted to replace his fingers with my rock hard dick, but also didn’t want to ruin the moment.

    However, when I noticed a big dribble escape the head of his twitching cock, I became afraid he would come. ” God, I want to fuck that hole!” I muttered. Dom jerked in surprise, stilled and looked me in the face. ” What?” he exclaimed. I reddened, not aware I’d spoken out loud. ” Did you say you want to fuck my hole?” I sighed. ” Yes, I said that. I’m not going to pretend that sticking my dick inside of you is what I want most right now.”

    Dom bit his lip hard. ” I admit, I kind of wonder what it would feel to have your dick in my ass. I’m just not sure I’m ready to do that. It just seems too Gay to have a man fuck me like I’m a woman or something.” I grinned. ” And letting a man watch you finger your manhole isn’t too Gay?” Dom reddened and gave me a sheepish grin. ” When you put it like that, I guess what I’m doing is pretty Gay.” ” Let’s not put labels on things. The internet is full of straight guys who like fingers and toys in thier ass. Then there are bi guys who like their dick in pussy and dicks in their ass too.”

    He thought for a long moment. His cock looked harder than ever as he contemplated having a man’s dick inside of him. More precum oozed from the slit. Then he gave me an uneasy smile. ” Okay….. I want to try it. I want to see if it feels as good as fingers.”

    I shrugged. ” It may hurt at first, plus my dick will go deeper than your fingers.” He bit his lip again. ” But!” I hastened to say, ” It should feel good when it rubs against your prostate.” He sighed. ” Yeah let’s do this. How should we do it?”

    ” I prefer to see your face, so missionary is my preference. But if that feels too strange, I can fill you from behind….Doggy Style or you could straddle me and sit on my cock.” ” I don’t know, about missionary. Seems too intimate…. too much like I’m a woman.” I refrained from shaking my head and laughing. I couldn’t really see how sitting on a man”s dick or being taken from behind was any less like being a ” woman”. Laughing right now, would likely lose me the chance to fuck his straight boy hole.

    He bit his lips uncertain. ” Look”, I tried to explain patiently. ” If you sit on my cock, you get to control how it goes in. Take it at your own pace. Doggy style, well ,I’ll be as gentle as I can, but I can’t feel what you feel. The choice is up to you.”

    He sighed. ” Maybe this time I better try sitting on you?” ( This time? Will there possibly be other times?) I shrugged. ” Probably the best way to do it….this time.”

    I rolled over and reached into the bedside drawer to pull out a condom. Dom already had the lube out. I sheathed my cock and applied a generous dollop of lube. Then I lay back and looked at Dom , waiting on him to make the next move. He hesitated just a bit, then in a mad scramble he was straddling my waist, my rubber clad cock rigid against his backside.

    ” Okay”, I said softly, ” When you think your ready put the tip of my cock against your hole.” He fumbled with my dick a bit, but soon enough I could feel his ass lips twitching against my cock head. I held up the bottle of poppers to his nose. ” Take a couple of hits, and when you feel ready try to let the head inside you.” He obeyed, and then started sitting back on the rigid pole he held. Despite having played with it this morning his hole was still tight and resistant. Then with a pop, I felt the head slip through. Dom’s eyes flared wide and he gasped. I grabbed his hips to hold him still. ” Don’t move buddy.” I said in a calm tone. ” Let your ass adjust to having me inside.” He squinched his eyes closed. ” Fuck! That hurts!” I stroked his sides, ” Take a deep breath, try to relax.” I ordered. I handed him the poppers. ” This will help you relax, Take a few hits and then do what feels right.”

    Dom fumbled the bottle open and took a deep sniff. Then another. After a bit, I could feel his body relax, and a bit more of me slipped inside of him. More poppers, and more of me inside until I was in as far as I could go, and his fat balls were resting on my stomach.

    ” God! Rusty my asshole feels like it’s stretched wide and your cock feels like it’s huge!” I smiled ( No guy really hates hearing their dick feels huge…do they?) He shook his head. ” I can’t believe I’ve got a man’s cock inside of me! I feel so perverted!”

    I kept quiet. He felt so hot and tight around my cock. I could see his face as it reflected the myriad sensations, he was feeling. His jutting cock looked harder than ever. More precum, boy, did this man leak. Must have been gallons of cum in those fat balls.

    I urged more poppers on him. Once the sniffs, hit home, Dom leaned down to put his hands on my chest. This caused my cock to slide from him a little and he gasped. He squirmed around, feeling my pole stir his inside. I could tell when it swiped his gland, he clenched his big paws in my chest hair and groaned. He experimentally raised his ass up a bit, then slowly sank down again. My cock did it’s job and slid against his gland again. More poppers and soon Dom was riding my cock slowly. Each rise was a little higher, each descent a bit faster. Soon, he had a fair rythym going. His breath was coming fast, his eyes were wild, and an assortment of animal grunts slipped from his lips. The dribble from his bouncing dick had become a small stream. I could tell Dom was getting close to cumming from a cock in his ass. I could feel my balls churning, ready to let loose.

    Unable to contain myself any more, I grabbed his hip and arched up, to bury myself inside him. I began thrusting hard. Dom squealed, his hands like to tear the hair from my chest. Then ropes of cum burst from his dick to land on my face chest and belly. The contractions from his orgasm, had me thrust deep one last time and fill the condom coating my cock.

    When our respective orgasmic shudders slowed. Dom looked down at my face in wonder. I smiled back at him as I licked up the cum that landed in my mustache and beard. After a bit he slipped off my still hard cock and collapsed next to me. His chest still heaving, body covered in sweat, he placed an arm over his face.

    ” That was so fucking intense.” He muttered. ” I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.” He peeked at me from under his arm. I smiled gently. ” Are you all right buddy?” ” Well, if my ass wasn’t sore before it is now!” he chuckled weakly. ” I can’t believe I had another man’s dick inside me.” He squirmed a bit. ” Is it wrong that I really like it?”

    I shrugged. ” That is for you to ultimately decide. I am here if you want to talk about it.” ” Huh…..Okay…..Ummm…What if I wanted to try it again?” I laughed. ” Oh! I could definitely be here for that!”

  • My Sponsor

    My mother was a late and unexpected baby, born when her brother, Roger, was already sixteen-years-old. As a result, Roger always felt like her uncle to mom. Their age variance was the only thing that made them different. Roger, unlike my mother, was successful at everything he did. In contrast, my mum was a walking shit magnet that seemed to go from one disaster to another. 

    My unexpected birth when she was seventeen was the first of her ongoing fuck-ups in life. My biological father never married her, and although I knew him, he was never a contributor to my upbringing. The only redeeming aspect to my dad was that he was good-looking.

    Roger, in contrast, went from strength to strength in life. He started working at a laboratory as a young man. When the state decided to close the laboratory due to fund cuts, Roger bought over the laboratory for a paltry sum. Over the next ten years, he lived frugally and built up the inadequate laboratory into a state of the art research laboratory that attracted customers from far and wide.

    When Roger turned fifty, a Dutch consortium bought the business for a princely sum, affording Roger the opportunity of retiring comfortably.

    Roger was not content to do nothing and decided to buy a boutique hotel in the country, which he then transformed into another highly successful business.

    I did not see much of Uncle Roger as I was growing up, but being my godfather, he played a decisive part in my life. To be more exact, a financially motivated role given my mother’s flippant attitude to parenting and career choices. If it hadn’t been for Uncle Roger, we would not have had food on the table or a roof over our heads. He was never too generous, mindful of my mother’s squandering proclivities but at least I was also suitably clothed and able to attend the schools that Uncle Roger paid.

    Most of my communication with Uncle Roger was via telephone, and I always made a point of thanking him, wishing him on special holidays and birthdays. Uncle Roger was a confirmed bachelor, and this did not elude my mother, who consistently reminded me that as Roger’s godson, I should be conscious of what the implication of that could mean.

    During my final school year, I wasn’t sure of what I wanted to do with my future. I was an average student and so, wasting money on college seemed unnecessary. Needing work, Uncle Roger decided that I should move in with him, and attempt a career in the hotel business. I didn’t share my mother’s avaricious inclinations; I was keen to know my eternal benefactor better.

    I had also begun to wonder about Uncle Roger’s sexual preferences. He was a robust and large man, whom nobody would ever think of as being gay in the preconceived world of male stereotypical sexual assessment. The curiosity I felt; was not based on any sexual interest that I felt for Roger because he was my uncle. But given my burgeoning gay awareness, I hoped that if Uncle Roger was indeed gay, he might be able to usher me into an established gay existence.

    Uncle Roger collected me from the bus stop in the small town close to his hotel. I had not seen him in four years, and although I had always remembered him as big, I was stunned by his heftiness. Uncle Roger was over six-foot-tall and carried most of his weight on his overlarge stomach. His stocky proportions got dwarfed by his enormous belly. Uncle Roger wasn’t flabby, and as I would learn, despite his size, his meaty moobs and gut were incredibly firm.   

    Uncle Roger was a hairy daddy, and although not good-looking, like all large bearded men with chubby faces, I suppose we get conditioned to see them as cheerful fellows.  

    The conversation during our drive home was light-hearted and superficial. What I did discern, however, was how articulate he was, something I had never noticed during our brief former encounters and telephone conversations. He had a lovely deep resonance to his voice and spoke with a transatlantic accent. He was a stickler for proper grammar, as I would come to learn.

    The hotel was of Edwardian architecture, as were all the furnishings, as I got told. The triple storey hotel was exquisite. As we passed by the hotel, another much smaller and far less grand building consisted of staff quarters. Finally, a further half mile later, we arrived at Roger’s home.

    His home was beautiful and contained all his best, original Edwardian furniture.

    “Well, Toddy, this is your new home,” Uncle Roger announced as we entered. I was shown to my bedroom before the grand tour of his home took place.

    Once we got seated in his lounge, Uncle Roger got down to business.

    “Before I get started on your duties and etcetera, there is one thing I need to establish. Think very carefully before you answer because the one thing I cannot abide; is mendacity,” Uncle Roger informed me with a stern expression before taking a sip of his wine. With a probing look on his face, he then asked, “In a private chat with your mom, she told me that she suspects that you might be gay?”

    I almost had a heart attack at this revelation. Calming myself down and feeling that this might be a blessing in disguise, I quietly answered, “Yes, yes I am.”

    “Well… That’s fantastic news,” Uncle Roger gushed, before continuing, “My general manager, my two chefs, and my produce manager are going to be very pleased about that.”

    I went from a state of relief to one of bewildered in an instant.

    Picking up on my befuddled expression, Uncle Roger again set forth. “Toddy, I only met your biological father twice, and although I didn’t like him, in fairness, however, he was unbelievably good-looking, something you have inherited.”

    “I don’t understand what you are saying,” I quickly countered.

    “Well, you are going to be a wonderful perk for my boys,” Uncle Roger matter-of-factly answered.

    In disbelief, I replied, “Do you mean that you’re going to pimp me out to your staff?”

    “Pimp is such an ugly word. It’s so ‘tinny.’ I prefer ‘woody’ words like… Gratuity.”

    After a very brief pause, Uncle Roger persevered, “Toddy, relax. You’re going to have a lot of fun and start your appropriate gay life off with a bang.”

    As he looked at my disbelieving face, Uncle Roger now launched into his main speech. Firmly, he informed me that I was indebted to him for his ‘largesse’ over the years. In his opinion, it was time for me to say thank you. I also got told that I was here to learn and wasn’t going to get any special treatment.

    “This afternoon and tomorrow, I’ll let you settle in. The day after, however, I’ll be handing you over to my general manager, Stewie. He’ll decide what to do with you.”

    As I sat with a stunned look on my face, Uncle Roger served the final blow. “Toddy, why don’t you go up to your room and give this some serious thought. You can then decide whether you want to unpack your stuff or not. If this is all too much for you, then don’t unpack, and I’ll happily take you back to the bus station tomorrow morning should you chose to leave.”  

    Dazed, I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling. A half-hour later, I arose and gingerly unpacked my stuff.

    By the time I arrived downstairs, Uncle Roger was setting the dining table. Food always got supplied from the hotel kitchen, and our evening meals were spectacular.

    Uncle Roger didn’t even ask me about my decision, and I could tell that he knew what my answer would be.

    “Toddy, as you’ll see, we are very informal at the hotel. From now on, please refer to me as Roger,” I got informed.

    As we ate, he informed me that we would be going to town the following day to get me kitted out for my job.

    After placing all the dishes in the kitchen after dinner, I decided to resolve Roger’s earlier challenge.

    “Roger, I’m happy to stay and will go above and beyond for you from now on,” I quietly informed him.

    “Mmm… Well, we’ll soon see about that,” Roger answered with a chuckle.

    After we once more sat in the lounge and sipped our wine, Roger said, “I’ve got a big favour to ask you.”

    “Anything,” I sincerely answered.

    “The thing is, that with this large gut of mine, it’s difficult for me to give my entire body a good scrubbing… Will you help me out with that?” Roger inquired.

    “Sure, no problem,” I replied.

    Although he was my uncle, I felt a tinge of excitement at seeing Roger naked. As yet, he had not confirmed anything about his sexuality, but I felt sure that given our familial ties, nothing would transpire between us.

    Once upstairs, as we stood naked before one another, I had a good look at Roger. I had to berate myself mentally for finding him sexy because, after all, he was my uncle. Roger was hairier than I had imagined and had a forest of fur around his genital area. In this mane of hair, he had a thick stubby uncut dick and a pair of enormous balls.

    After wetting himself, Roger leaned against the wall before I began soaping and scrubbing his back with the loofa. Once I got done, Roger turned his body and leaned his back against the wall. As my scrubbing progressed downward, I was slightly hesitant when I got to his crotch.

    “Do you want me to do your crotch as well?” I gingerly asked.

    “Yeah, why not?” he replied.

    As I went about my business, I realized that Roger was a grower and not a shower. The stubby dick was much longer than I had anticipated.

    “Oops, sorry about that,” he chuckled as his cock became erect.

    “No problem,” I stated as I quickly moved on to his legs.

    By the time I got done, his dick had normalized once more.

    Afterward, Roger began to rinse his body before I commenced soaping myself. As I did so, he towelled himself off before wrapping the towel around his hips. With a lot less body to take care of, I got done very quickly before I also began rinsing my body.

    As Roger was about to exit the bathroom, he said, “After you have dried off, please join me in the bedroom. I have a final favour to ask of you.”

    As I entered the bedroom, Roger handed me a tub of cream. “This is an expensive ointment I bought that is great for one’s skin. Would you rub it on my body for me?” he asked.

    “Sure,” I replied.

    I again mentally chastised myself for feeling turned on by what was happening.

    Shortly, Roger lay on his stomach as I began massaging the cream into his body. Once I had completed the back of him, Roger turned onto his back.

    His cock was fully erect and remained so throughout the entire massage that followed. Unlike in the shower, no ‘Oops’ apology was forthcoming.  

    After I had done Roger’s neck, arms, and torso, I skipped over his crotch and began on his legs.

    Once his legs got done, I gave each of his feet a good rubbing.

    I was pleased that I had kept my towel around my waist because I had a raging boner and was as horny as hell by now.

    Roger now opened his legs as wide as possible and said, “Move closer.”

    After moving up on my knees, I placed my hands alongside each of his extended thighs. As I did so, I looked into his face, puzzled as to what his further command might be. In that instant, as Roger’s eyes commenced radiating with lust, I knew that a taboo was about to take place.

    Roger now lifted his torso and firmly took hold of the back of my head with his right hand. In a flash, my head cot pulled down into his crotch as his legs clamp me in a headlock. With my head parenthesized between his meaty thighs, he grunted, “Suck my fuckin’ dick.”

    Momentarily, Roger now loosened his headlock so that I could get his cock in my mouth before the clamp once more tightened. Without hesitation, Roger’s hips rumbled into action along with his actively encouraging right hand, as my mouth got speared.

    In this melee, I soon realized I was running out of air and began tapping out on his thighs. Relief did not come too soon, and only when he could sense my anguish did the thigh clamp loosen so that I could breathe. His right hand, however, made sure that my head got kept in place.  

    Our asphyxiation game continued for the next ten minutes before I tasted his spunk getting blasted into my mouth.

    “Are you okay?” he asked as I got to my feet.

    “Yeah, that was awesome,” I replied.

    “I’m glad to hear that, Toddy, because that was the best blowjob I can ever remember, and we’ll be doing a lot of that in the future,” Roger answered with a huge smile.

    Assuming that our session was over, and after the bus journey and excitement of the day, I said, “Well, I suppose I’d better get out of your hair.”

    “You aren’t going anywhere, Toddy. This bed is where you’ll be sleeping in the future,” Roger answered as he tapped the bed next to him.

    “Oh, I thought I’d be in your staff quarters at night,” I replied.

    “No, no, no, Toddy. The nights belong to me. They only get you during the day,” Roger decisively replied. 

    As I got on the bed next to him, I asked, “Doesn’t the incest thing bother you?”

    “Nah, after all, you’re not a girl, and so there is no chance of an unwanted pregnancy,” he answered, before adding, “But the staff must not find out about us. One never knows what the future holds, and so as far as my staff are concerned, you are my nephew, and that’s where it ends.”

    “Understood,” I reliably confirmed.

    When Roger finally turned out the light, I thought the day had ultimately ended. I was mistaken.

    Roger now got on top of me and said, “Okay, Toddy, let’s see if we can deprive you of some more air.”

    For the following hour, I was either on my back or my stomach. The one constant, nevertheless, was that his hands were consistently around my throat. As he told me later, the asphyxiation blowjob had unlocked a key in him and had now become a compulsion for his stimulation. The more I gasped and whimpered, the more lustful he became. I did not mention the obvious about his body size, which further exacerbated the situation.

    Although I was not comfortable at first, I must admit that in time I too became comprehensively addicted to this practice, and the odd blackout was well-worth it.   

    The following day Roger took me to town to kit me out for my job.

    I must interrupt my story at this point to tell you about the ‘special’ services that Roger’s successful business offered. Please do not think that Roger was running a glorified brothel, but being the sensible businessman he was, he catered for his loyal customer’s distinctive needs. Most of the staff he hired, both male and female, were attractive and single. Roger always paid above-average wages, but these employees augmented their incomes with ‘gratuities.’

    The majority of his clientele were older widows or widowers, or divorced people. Stewie, the general manager, was proficient in these matters and orchestrated the machinations flawlessly. The only proviso was; that these assignations couldn’t take place in company time. All proclivities other than extreme stuff got taken care of at the hotel. Gay, Lesbian, and bisexual penchants were on offer as long as they were paid for in cash to the ‘service’ provider. Roger did not require any kickbacks, and his high occupancy rate was all he desired. All in all, it was a winning formula, and staff turnover was negligible.

    When I got taken to the hotel by Roger the next morning, Stewie informed Roger that he would start me off in the kitchen. After leaving me in Stewie’s capable hands, Roger headed back for his home, where he performed most of his administrative and financial duties. Roger had no interest, getting involved in the day-to-day running of the hotel because that’s why he paid Stewie.  

    After Roger departed, Stewie locked the door. From the salacious expression on Stewie’s face, I was in no doubt as to what was about to occur next.

    “Take off your top and get to your knees,” Stewie determinedly now stated.

    As I now got to learn, Stewie was a face-fucker of note who liked nothing more than sticking his cock in another man’s mouth. Stewie’s dick was average, but somehow, he thought it was bigger than it was. Irritatingly, Stewie kept insisting on spitting into my mouth every so often, before skull-fucking me again. The fallout of this was that I ended up with drool all over his chest.

    The ultimate result of what would become a too regular occurrence was that despite Stewie’s good looks, he would always be my least favourite ‘gratuity.’

    After our session, Stewie took me to the kitchen and introduced me to the head chef, Denny, and his sous-chef Cornelius. They were not the two most alluring guys I had ever met, but strangely, both instantly appealed to me. I got immediately got overcome by the feeling that I would love to get fucked by the two of them.

    “I’ll leave him in your capable hands,” Stewie exclaimed before sauntering off in a cloud of his self-importance. The four eyes that now focussed on me were brimming with lust.

    Denny then looked at and said, “Buddy, I think I should show Toddy our impressive pantry.”

    With a smile, Cornelius replied, “That’s a great idea, chef.”

    Denny was stocky. He wasn’t quite as big as Roger, but not far behind.

    As we entered the pantry, he locked the door.

    “Get over there and spread them,” he announced with authority, pointing to a table in the middle of the shelves.

    “Yes, Sir,” I compliantly answered.

    “We haven’t got much time,” he announced, as my chef’s pants and underpants got pulled down to my knees.

    Next, flipping the lid off a strategically placed container on the desk, he spoke, “This will help you accommodate my fat knob,” he concluded as he scooped a finger full of pig fat from the tub.

    Denny’s greased index finger now went to work before his thumb took over. As I gasped, Denny’s hand gave me a rigorous working over with his digits. As he pushed the front on his trousers down lodging the head of his dick at my portal, I did not get a chance to see his cock, but before I knew what was happening, Denny obliterated my threshold. As I yelped, I knew that a far larger object than I had experienced the previous night was traumatizing my sphincter.

    As I found out and would come to know with Denny, the word, gentle, was not in his carnal vocabulary. As my arse ached, he reminded me that we had to hurry up so that he could get back to work. I was in a state of joyous relief as Denny’s orgasmic convulsions began. 

    Once Denny was done, he instantly pulled his trousers up, again depriving me of a look at his dick.

    “Stay right here,” he informed me as he walked to the door, “Because Cornelius will be joining you next.”

    A minute later, Cornelius entered, and after locking the door, instantly pushed the front of his trousers down as he approached me. Cornelius had a long, beautiful cock.  As I was about to turn and bend over the table, he said, “No, don’t do that. I want you to suck me off first.”

    Compliantly, I fell to my knees. Wasting no time, Cornelius was soon skull-fucking me as his dick probed ever deeper into my throat.

    “Is your arse sore?” he asked as he speared my mouth.

    “Mmm,” I mumbled with a mouth full of dick. 

    “Poor Denny. He can only do anal because his fuckin’ cock is too thick for a blowjob,” Cornelius chuckled.

    For the following couple of minutes, he contentedly face-fucked me before telling me to get up and bend over the table. As he got to his knees behind me, he pulled my cheeks apart.

    “Shit, buddy, your lips are swollen and puffy,” he giggled.

    I then heard him sniffing my arse. “What lube did Denny use?” he then asked.

    “Pig fat,” I replied, pointing to the open tub on the table.

    Cornelius now reached for a cloth that was on the table and commenced wiping my arsehole.

    “Have you still got his cum inside you?” Cornelius inquired.

    “Yes,” I answered.

    “Great! There is nothing like a good béchamel sauce to start your day, and the one thing I know about, Denny, is that his cum is delicious,” Cornelius gushed as his lips locked onto my puffy arse-lips. 

    As his tongue stabbed into my backside, I began to leak the culinary treasure into his mouth.

    Once sated, Cornelius stood and began sliding his dick into my arse. After Denny’s earlier annihilation, Cornelius’s cock felt heavenly.  

    Cornelius was also cognisant of time constraints and soon began approaching the finish line.

    “Do you want my load in your arse or your mouth?” he panted.

    Envious of Cornelius’s béchamel tasting, I took the mouth option.

    As I again got to my knees, Cornelius said, “My spunk is a lot yellower, and so I can only offer you a béarnaise sauce.”  

    As he tugged on his dick, I couldn’t give a shit about which sauce was on offer as I waited with an open mouth.

    Once our session ended and I had swallowed my culinary treat, Cornelius lifted me and gave a loving kiss.

    “Now, let’s get to work,” he said, bringing me back to earth.

    Apart from my function as a ‘gratuity,’ I would learn a great deal from Denny and Cornelius in the kitchen. Of course, I also got to visit the pantry regularly. When I finally got a look at Denny’s cock, it was a jaw-dropping revelation.

    Roger decided that I should spend Thursday afternoons with Sandro (Alexandro) in pursuit of giving me a holistic education. He was the produce manager and took care of the hothouses and vegetable gardens, which supplied their kitchen.

    Sandro was the sexiest man of them all. He was darker-skinned and incredibly handsome. Sandro was short and stocky and oozed an animalistic sex appeal. He had almost no hair on top of his head but had two dramatic lamb chop sideburns that fused into a mega moustache. Sandro had mitt-like hands with the fattest fingers I had ever seen. He was one hundred percent, a dream Papi. Everything about him rang every bell in my body, from his leathery skin, silky fat uncut knob, to his potent male essence.

    Rough and tough as he was, there was nothing vicious about his machinations. He was forcefully potent in the most sensually controlling manner. His constrictive predilections as he powerfully repressed your body only made him more desirable. Santo was strictly a missionary man and cocooned you beneath him, as his hot chilli and garlic breath that added to his spiciness, anointed your head, neck, and shoulders.

    From the second Roger introduced us, I was smitten. Santo’s eyes also radiated his approval, and Roger had no sooner departed before Santo made his intentions clear. Although he called me Bonito in Roger’s presence, the last vowel got changed to an ‘a’ once we were alone.

    With his stocky frame herding me, his massive hands quickly guided me to his ‘special’ place that he had prepared in anticipation of my arrival. In the small office where he kept his schedules and notes, Santo had an old divan that would become our fuck mattress from then on.

    As my clothes vanished from my body, he said, “Come, Bonita, Papi is very horny today.”

    Once I had was placed on the divan, Santo’s clothes also disappeared. Like an excited hairy spider, Santo now shrouded my body as his spicy mouth took control of my head and shoulders. Santo’s passion was breathtaking as his pungent frame ensconced me in bliss.

    When Santo finally lifted his torso upward, he started toying with his dick as I looked on. Santo was one of those men who had an ample, thick foreskin puckering off the front of his cock-head. As he tugged on his knob, I could see cock slime bubbling through the rumpled skin. Santo produced a shitload of pre-cum, and shortly his dick resembled a candle as the ‘wax’ began oozing down his cock shaft.

    As I watched entranced, he said, “I never need to use lube.”  

    As the wet glans of his knob got placed at my butt-hole, my legs were over his shoulders. Santo’s unctuous cock then began to prise my portal open.  His entry was firm but controlled, and shortly hot and hairy frame once more enclosed my body in a heavenly encasement.

    As he got into stride, an animalistic grunting from him further boosted my enchantment. Nirvana got attained in my new life as he solidly fucked me.

    Next, his rough mitts commenced manipulating my body before I eventually ended up on my stomach. Santo now really got into full stride as his broad hips slammed into me, spearing my arse with gusto. As my cock rubbed against the rough fabric of the divan, Santo’s rough hands now locked onto my shoulders, securing my body for his final frenzied onslaught. I gasped loudly when my sphincter and balls joined in unison, celebrating the ultimate release of ecstasy I had ever felt.

    After the most exceptional fuck of my life, Santo finally gave me the tour, which was the purpose of my visit. As we walked around, all I could think of was how I could spend more time with Santo.

    That evening, having been given a comprehensive lay of the land as far as my job was concerned, Roger asked me if I had enjoyed myself thus far. I, of course, replied that I was having the time of my life.

    “Good. I’m happy to hear that,” Roger replied, before continuing, “Oh, by the way, Santo spoke to me earlier and said that he believes you should spend an extra afternoon with him in the future. We both agreed that Monday would be suitable because it’s the quietest time at the hotel. Would you be amenable to that?”

    “Definitely,” I answered, practically pissing in my pants.

    “Okay, then it’s a done deal,” Roger wryly answered with a knowing smile.


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  • Life on the road

    As a traveling salesman, I often stopped at truck stops for my meals. Not only was the food good and reasonably priced, but I enjoyed cruising the hot truckers that were there. I also found that often times, when I was in one of the restroom stalls, I could hear a trucker in another stall jerking off. It got me turned on and hard and I would jerk off also.

    But what was even better was the rare occasion that I stood next to a trucker at the urinals and took a piss, that the driver next to me would begin stroking his cock and get it hard. Then seeing my cock start to stiffen, he would reach over and gently grasp it and offer me a blow job in his rig.

    Once we were in his sleeper and totally naked, I would surprise him and start sucking his hard horny cock. It would usually end up in a sixty-nine but sometimes I would suck the driver then, at his request, fuck his ass.

    What was even hotter, was the fact that most of them were married, and admitted that the sex they had on the road with other men, was better than the sex they had at home with their wives.

    I had started sucking cock in my teens and loved it from that first time a cock shot into my mouth. I devoured the entire load and couldn’t wait to get more.

    I was almost seventeen and had planned a weekend with a buddy and his family camping up on a nearby lake. However, after we got on the road to the lake, they got a call that his grandfather was seriously ill. They decided to cancel the trip and go see him. Once back at their house, I grabbed my bag and headed home.

    As I arrived at home, I noticed my uncle’s car in the drive next to dad’s. Dad and his brother had always been close and spent a lot of time together. My uncle, Seth, didn’t want to be called Uncle Seth. He said it made him feel older than he really was, even though he was eighteen months younger than my dad.

    I entered the house to find the den and family room totally empty. I then heard Seth’s voice coming from Dad’s bedroom, but what I heard him say totally surprised and shocked me.

    “When are you going to tell Mark that you prefer sex with another man rather than a woman?” Seth asked.

    When I heard that, I was totally shocked. I knew that one of my classmates was into other males because I had let him suck me off numerous times, but never dreamed it about my dad. Then, I wondered if Seth was into men also.

    I silently eased back to my dad’s bedroom door and peeked in. There on the bed were dad and Seth, both totally naked with my dad sucking Seth’s big hard cock. As Seth bent over and started sucking dad’s cock, dad paused and said, “I feel that he should know, but I’m not sure if he would accept it or not.”

    I became more and more curious and after quickly stripping, and with my cock rock hard, I stepped into the bedroom and said, “I see nothing wrong with what’s done in private as long as all parties involved are in agreement. Although I have never sucked a guy before, I’ve been sucked and love it.”

    In total shock, dad and Seth looked at each other for a short moment before Seth asked, “Well, in that case, can your dad and I have the pleasure of sucking your cock?”

    “It’s all yours,” I replied, adding, “as long as you want it.”

    As I lay on the bed next to them, Seth spoke up and said, “Jim, you go first. He’s your son.”

    Dad got between my legs and as he grasped my hard cock and leaned down toward it, said, “This feels so fucking weird.”

    “I’m looking forward to it,” I replied.

    As dad looked up into my face, he swallowed my hard cock balls deep and as he did I moaned softly and said, “Oh, fuck yea, dad. Get me off.”

    Looking down at my dad as he sucked my cock for the first time, I said, “Make me shoot, dad. I want to watch you eat it.”

    Pausing, he said, “I want every thick delicious drop.”

    Seth leaned in and surprised me as he pressed his lips to mine and tongue kissed me. I liked it and eagerly returned the pleasure.

    When we parted, he said that I was a natural at kissing and we returned to kissing as I fondled Seth’s cock and dad sucked mine.

    After a few moments, dad stopped and looked up and said, “I don’t know what I want more, eating your cum load when I get you off or feeling you shoot that load up my hungry ass as you fuck me.”

    “We’ve got all weekend,” I said. “Which would you like first?”

    “I’d love to be kissing you when y shoot your load in my ass.,” he replied.

    “I’ve heard that fucking a hot ass is better than fucking pussy and I’m about to find out,” I said.

    Dad changed positions and lay on his back and pulled his knees up to his chest, smiled, then said, ‘Fuck ne, son. Fuck your old man’s hole.”

    Seth quickly grabbed a tube of K-Y lube and applied some to my cock and my dad’s ass, then said, “Fuck him, Mark. Fuck your dads hungry hole while I watch.”

    I got into position and pressed my cock against his hole and as I did, he smiled and said, “I’ve wanted this for a long time and I hope I can have it on a regular basis.”

    I leaned over and began kissing my dad as I shoved my cock balls deep in his ass in one steady thrust. Once I was in all the way, he moaned and said how great it felt and was looking forward to feeling me shoot my load in him.

    As I fucked my dad’s ass for the first time, I alternated kissing he and Seth, sucking their tongues and eating their spit.

    Moments later I announced I was close and dad told me to shoot off in his hole then pull out and let Seth take over. I did, and as Seth began fucking my dads cum filled hole, dad began sucking my still hard cock.

    Moments later, Seth filled dad’s hole with his load and as e did, Dad said, “You know what to do, Bro.”

    Immediately after filing dads hole with his load, Seth pulled out and buried his face in dad’s ass, sucking up both cum loads as they drained out. My cock got even harder as I watched then as they started kissing and sharing it I knew I had to taste cum.

    Immediately, I began sucking my dads leaking cock and loved the flavor of his precum, and knew I wanted his load. I sucked his cock hungrily, deep throating it as often as possible.

    Dad moaned as I sucked my first cock and said, “Fuck, son, you’re a natural at sucking cock. I can’t believe that I’m your first.”

    Pausing, I said, “Well, you are but I am damn sure your not going to be my last.”

    Seconds later his cock exploded and I hungrily devoured every drop of his delicious nectar, looking forward to getting more. Then after eating my dads cum load, we kissed passionately before I looked at Seth and said, “You’re next. I want your load also.”

    Moments later, as I sucked Seth’s cock to a climax I heard dad say what an awesome weekend it was going to be. Moments later Seth’s cock erupted and fed me another huge delicious load.

    After eating Seth’s load, dad told me how proud he was of me for following the family tradition and said he had some friends that had commented that they would love to watch a father and son suck and fuck each other, then asked if I would like to have sex with him with his buds watching. I said most definitely. We agreed on Sunday afternoon.

    I knew I loved sucking cock and eating the delicious load, but I wanted to see what it was like to get fucked. Dad and Seth both seemed to love it and I wanted to see what it was like.

    Looking at dad, I said, “I’m sure some of your friends will want to fuck me so don’t you think I need to know what to expect?”

    “Are you saying you want me to fuck you?” Dad asked.

    “That’s exactly what I’m saying,” I replied.

    Dad had me lay on my back and pull my knees up to my chest, exposing my hole, telling Seth to hand him the lube.

    Dad generously lubed my hole even applying lube inside me then lubed his rock hard cock. As he got into position he said, “The main thing is to relax. If you tense up, it will hurt more.” Then, looking into my eyes asked, “Are you ready for your first fuck?”

    “Fuck me, Dad. I want to feel you cum inside me.”

    I felt the head of dad’s cock press against my hole, then in one split second, the head popped in and I gasped. “Relax, Mark, that was the worst of it,” he said.

    Then, ever so gently, he began to piston in and out, going slightly deeper with each forward thrust. After a five minutes or so, I was loving it and telling him, how much I was actually enjoying it.

    Then, I felt his hips press against my buttocks and as they did, he said, “Son, you’ve got every inch of my cock buried in your ass. How does it feel?”

    “It feels fucking awesome. I can’t wait to feel you cum in me.”

    He began to piston in and out and as he did I looked at Seth and said, “When he pulls out I want you to go in. I want two loads in me.”

     

     

     

     

    We kissed as dad fucked my hole and after several minutes, he sped up, letting me know he was approaching his climax. A second later, he made one last inward thrust and cried out in ecstasy as his cock filled my body with his huge thick cum load.

    He was breathing heavily as he collapsed onto my body and kissed me passionately. After a moment, our lips parted and he said how awesome it was getting to fuck his own son. Then, looking over at Seth, he asked, “You want it?”

    As Seth said “You know I do,” I assumed that he meant he wanted to be next at fucking my ass. However, immediately after dad pulled out of my ass, Seth buried his face in my hole and licked up and ate my dad’s cum load as it drained out.

    When he had cleaned me up, he smiled and said, “Now it’s my turn.”

    With that, he lubed his rock hard cock and my hole and became the second person to fuck my ass. As he did, dad smiled at me and said “Son, you have no idea how proud of you I am for wanting to continue a family tradition. You are the sixth generation to enjoy father and son sex.”

    As Seth fucked me, he said, “Your dad and I had many awesome weekends camping with your grandfather.”

    “He would have loved sharing his bed with you,” dad added.

    All day Saturday we remained nude and had sex numerous times with me getting fucked twice that day be each of them. And regardless of whether they were hard or not, I couldn’t get enough of having one of their cocks in my mouth. I was also introduced that day to the pleasures of eating another mans ass, and fucking him with my tongue.

    Then, Sunday arrived and shortly after noon, dads three buds arrived. We answered the door nude and immediately they began stripping, as they argued who was going to be the first to have oral with me and fuck my teen ass.

    Before the day was over, I had had both oral and anal with all three men with dad and Seth watching. Then, before the men left, they watched as I sucked off Seth while my dad fucked me. They all agreed about how lucky my dad was to have me so readily available.

    That was my introduction to sex with other men, and there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t have sex with someone.

    The following week at school, I ran into Sam Morgan, the star quarterback on the football team that had been sucking my cock in the gym.

    I told him that my dad was going to be gone Saturday and would he like to come over and fool around, as he called it. He quickly agreed. And we agreed for him to arrive about ten.

    The plan was for dad to stay in his bedroom while I took Sam to my room and once we were both naked and in bed and in action, he would come in and join us. I was really anxious to see Sam’s reaction when I started sucking his big hard cock.

    Saturday arrived and at five to ten the doorbell rang. I shocked Sam when I answered the door totally nude.

    “Are you that anxious?” he asked.

    “Oh, yea,” I replied. “I’m horny as hell.”

    We hurried to my bedroom where Sam quickly stripped and after having him lay on the bed, I got into what was close to a sixty-nine position and told him, “It’s all yours.”

    Immediately, he began sucking my cock, and after a few seconds, dad silently slipped into the room behind Sam. That was my cue to start sucking on Sam’s big hard cock.

    As I quickly swallowed his cock and began sucking him he froze and looked at me And said, “What the fuck! When did you start sucking?”

    “About a week or so ago with my dad and uncle,” I replied.

    “Your dad? No fucking way,” Sam said.

    That’s when dad spoke up and said, “He’s telling you the truth, Sam. He caught me and his uncle playing and joined in, and believe me, he’s a fast learner. Now, may I join you two?”

    “Fuck yea,” Sam replied. “It’s the first time for me to play with a dad and son.”

    The fun started and for the next four hours the three of us sucked and fucked like it was going out of style. Dad and I assured Sam that he was welcome to stop by at any time. It had been so hot watching my classmate suck and get fucked by my dad.

    Sam and I even began trying to think up ways to seduce Coach Davis, the hot football coach. We had seen his huge, long cock in the gym and we both wanted it. Unfortunately, we were unsuccessful.

    However, Sam and I were roommates in college, having sex together daily and meeting men on the weekends and sharing them. After graduation, Sam played pro football and later opened a gym while I followed my career choice in business. We continued to see each other and he shared other pro players with me and I shared business associates with him.

    Eventually, I ended up as district manager for a wholesale hardware distributor covering three states by auto. Early on in my travels, I happened to be going down the freeway in light traffic and had casually unzipped my trousers and extracted my cock. Shortly after I began fondling it, I passed an onramp of the freeway, failing to notice the eighteen wheeler entering the highway where the highway picked up a third lane.

    I noticed that the rig began passing me on my right then slow down and drive immediately next to me. It was then I realized that he was looking into my vehicle and watching me fondle my hard cock. I pulled into the far left lane and looked over at the driver. When he saw me looking his way, he smiled and gave me a thumbs up, then motioned for me to follow him.

    I did and a few miles further down the highway he pulled into a rest area. I followed and parked away from other cars but where I could see him in his rig. He opened the passenger door then motioned for me to come to his rig. I did, and after climbing up into the cab, I saw him in his sleeper as he told me to lock the door.

    I did, and as I stepped back into the sleeper area he said, “I sure liked what I saw when I looked into your car. May I have it?”

    “Only if I can have yours also,” I replied.

    “Most definitely,” he replied as he began removing his clothes. As soon as he was nude, he secured the privacy curtain and by the time he turned around I was completely nude also.

    Noticing the gold band on his left hand, I asked, “Does she know?”

    “It’s none of her business. I’ve been having sex with men since I was eighteen and don’t plan to stop. Being on the road all the time, I look for other guys that play. That way I can tell her I’ve never cheated with another woman,” he said with a smile.

    “Sneaky,” I said as he grasped my stiffening cock.

    “Are you in a hurry?” he asked.

    “Nope,” I replied.

    “Well, then, why don’t we get to know each other here then go on down the road to the truck stop and spend the night together.”

    Before I could answer, he had me in his arms kissing me and sucking on my tongue. Of course, I was doing the same to him. Then, as our lips parted, he began sucking my left nipple then my right. Then he licked his way down my stomach and soon swallowed my cock.

    I moaned softly as I sat on his bunk and lay back. After sucking my cock a few moments he came up to me face to face and we kissed again. Then, I licked my way down his stomach and began sucking his rock hard cock. As I did, he moaned softly and said, “You damn sure know how to suck a cock.”

    “Well, I’ve been at it since I was barely seventeen. My first cock was my dad,” I replied, then asked, “How did you get started?”

    “I was at an old park in town where guys and teens hung out to suck and get sucked. A kid my age started sucking me through a hole in the partition between our booths. We sucked on each other and I found I liked it. We eventually got each other off and started meeting after school to have sex which soon progressed to fucking each other also.”

    “Then, about six months later I started dating a girl in my class and it turned out to be my cock bud’s sister.”

    “Damn, you were fucking them both?” I asked.

    “He knew but she didn’t. She just thought we were good friends.” He paused then said, “Enough about me, now tell me how the fuck you got started on cock with your dad.”

    I told him about walking in on my dad and his brother and that it was a weekend filled with sex and became a daily thing. It was then that he suggested we head into town and get some dinner at the truck stop.

    As we arrived at the truck stop I noticed a motel next to it and decided to get a room there for the night. I checked in and walked over to the truck stop and found Luke out front waiting for me. As I walked up he said, “Man, I thought you were skipping out on me.”

    “No way,” I replied. “I just thought we might have more privacy there. I’m in room 121.”

    We went in and found a table away from the others where we could talk and check out the others there. After ordering our meal we began looking over the crowd and trying to guess which ones played. Luke pointed out one driver who appeared to be in his mid to late twenties and said, “I’ll lay odds that the young guy in the tank top plays.”

    “What makes you say that?” I asked.

    “Watch him close. You see the way he’s taking everything in. That’s the same thing I do when I’m checking out who might play for the night. Do you like three ways?”

    “I love them and I love his hairy chest. After we eat, I’ll go to the room and if you are right and can get him, bring him with you.”

    We ate and watched the driver who seemed to be watching us also. After paying I headed for the room and Luke hung out at the game room. Roughly thirty minutes later there was a knock on the door and when I opened it there was Luke and the other driver.

    They came in and as I shut and locked the door, Luke said, “Mark, meet Ray. He’s looking for some of the same action we are, so why don’t we all get comfortable.”

    Immediately, Luke removed his shirt as I did the same, with Ray watching cautiously. Then, as Luke and I began removing our pants, Ray relaxed and jerked off his tank tom and started removing his jeans. He was commando and as soon as he was nude, he began fondling both our cocks, while alternating kissing us.

    After a moment, I said, “You two lay on the bed. This is the first time I’ve had two stud truckers at the same time. Actually, it’s my first time with a trucker, and I don’t plan on it being my last.”

    They lay down side by side, and as they kissed, I alternated sucking their hard cocks. Ray was close to eight inches and uncut, and the flavor from under the hood was intoxicating, and I looked forward to having it up my ass.

    We took turns kissing, sucking, and rimming each other when I finally said, “I want to get fucked.”

    “I’m first,” Luke said. “If ray goes first, he’s so big I might not feel it when I go in second.”

    We all laughed and I sucked on Ray’s cock and we kissed while Luke fucked my hole, eventually filling me with his huge load.

    As he pulled out, Ray smiled and said, “I need a snack,” and with that he began sucking Ray’s cum load out of my ass.

    “Where did you learn to do that?” Ray asked.

    “Prison,” Ray replied. “I spent two years in the joint and was introduced to man play by several inmates and a guard.”

    “Was it forced?” I asked.

    “Oh, yea. My first night there, I was put in a cell with three other guys. I noticed the way they looked at me but nothing happened until the second night. About an hour after lights out, the came to my bunk and told me that they could make things easy for me or rough as hell. I was scared and said I wanted them easy.”

    “So what happened?” I asked.

    “They were gentle but made me suck all three and then all three fucked me. It was a nightly event. They worked part of the night in the laundry. Then, the second week there, I was informed that I would be working with them in the laundry. That’s when I found out that he was into man sex also and my cell mates loved sucking and getting fucked also. Every night became an orgy after we got our work done. Then on weekends my cell mates and I had our own orgy late at night. After about a month, I was looking forward to sucking cock and getting fucked.”

    “Did any other guards get involved?” Like asked.

    “One other did. He was divorced and loved getting fist fucked. I have been up his ass about an inch passed my elbow. It made him shoot huge loads, but mainly we had sixty-nines and kissed and made out. Then after my cell mates were transferred to another prison, he and the laundry guard and I had three ways at night. Then when I got out of the slammer, the second guard put me n touch with his uncle who owns the company I drive for. My interview consisted of spending the night with him. He paid for my driving school and when we can, when I get back to the main office we get it on.”

    “Do either of you come through my home base often?” I asked. Luke said about once a month and Ray said every week, on Saturday. I made sure they both had my phone number.

    Moments later I was sucking Ray while Luke fucked my ass. Before the night was over each of us had fucked and sucked a load out of the others. I was looking forward to seeing Ray alone the following weekend.

    At one point while Luke was fucking me and I was sucking Ray, Ray spoke up and said, “Most truckers love meeting a guy like you on the road. Even if they don’t give, most love receiving pleasure.”

    “That’s for damn sure,” Luke replied. “I love hooking up with non truckers.”

    “Same here,” Ray added.

    Being on the road every week, I now knew where and with who I would seek the pleasures I desired. I wondered how many cocks I could suck in a day. It was going to be fun to find out.

    Both men left my room around midnight so I decided to see what the truck stop was like this time of night. To my surprise there were more truckers there than I expected.

    In headed for the restroom and as I entered, a driver standing at a urinal quickly moved closer to it. His heavy breathing made it obvious that he was up to something, and from his breathing, I assumed he had been jerking off.

    I stepped up to the urinal next to him and quickly extracted my own semi-hard cock and began casually milking it, making no attempt to hide what I was doing.

    “You horny too, I see,” he said looking at my hand caressing my now hard cock.

    “Always,” I replied, “and I enjoy helping others in the same condition.”

    “Buddy, if that means you suck cock, it’s all yours. Lets go in a booth.”

    We entered a booth and after he stood on the toilet, he dropped his jeans than squatted down spreading his knees. “Go for it, pal.”

    I bent over and swallowed his rock hard cock and began sucking him as me moaned softly then said, “Man, are you ever an expert. You’ll probably get two loads out of me.”

    Moments later his cock erupted feeding me a large, thick, load of man cream. As I swallowed, he said “Keep going, there’s more there.”

    I continued sucking and moments later he fed me another load, just as delicious as the first.

    As we stepped out of the stall, I asked, “Care to join me for a cup of coffee?”

    “Sure, why not,” he replied. “I’m Clay.”

    “I’m Mark,” I replied.

    I chose a table where we could talk and after our coffee was delivered, I asked, “Is it true that truckers like getting sucked or fuck a guys ass when on the road?”

    “Yes, it is. Why do you ask?”

    I told him about Luke and Ray and what they had said about truckers enjoying being serviced. He said they were right and I asked how to meet more of them.

    He smiled and said, “One guy I hooked up with awhile back had a note on the passenger seat of his car that read, ‘I suck. Channel 25.’ I switched over to channel 25 and we set up a date.”

    “Isn’t chat on a CB open for all to hear?” I asked.

    “Nearly all truckers stay on channel 19, and if you announce on that channel that you suck cock, everyone knows and it could be dangerous. But this guy was only letting one trucker at a time know what he wanted.”

    “How do you hook up a CB radio?” I asked.

    “I’m unloading in town at ten tomorrow. I’ll help you if you blow me again.”

    “You get a CB hooked up in my car and you can have my ass and mouth,” I replied.

    “Let’s go,” he said.

    I paid for the coffee and we went to the store area and I let him pick out what was needed, and fifteen minutes later we were back at my motel, with him installing a CB for me using a cigarette lighter adapter for power. It was easily removable for security purposes.

    After testing it out and making sure it worked properly, I took him into my room and once we were both naked, I asked what he wanted.

    “I’ll use your mouth to get me hard and your ass to get me off,” he replied.

    He lay on the bed and I got between his legs and began sucking his beautiful cock. Once he was hard, I asked, “You ready for my ass?”

    He said he was and as I lubed his cock, he said, “I haven’t fucked a guys ass since I was a teen and only did it one time.’

    I lay on my back and raised my legs as he made his entry. As he did he said, “Damn, your tight. It feels awesome.”

    “I want you to go in balls deep.” I told him.

    He did and moments later he began to piston in and out of my hole as he moaned in pleasure. After a few moments, he said, “Man, your ass is tighter and feels better than my wife’s cunt ever felt. You just might make me shoot another two loads.”

    ‘It’s yours as long as you want it,” I replied.

    He smiled and then, totally unexpected, he leaned forward and kissed me passionately, offering his tongue. Moments later he filled my ass with a hot thick load and kept fucking me. Minutes later he fired off a second load.

    He collapsed onto my chest and after another kiss, said, “I swear I’m to weak to walk back to my rig.”

    “You’re welcome to stay with me and share my bed for the rest of the night. If you do, you can fuck me again when we wake up.”

    “You got a deal. It’s another first. You were the first ass I fucked in years and the first time I ever slept in the same bed with another man.”

    After settling in, I held out my arm and had him lay his head on my shoulder. He did and we kissed again passionately. “My wife won’t kiss like that,” he said.

    “Forget her for tonight. Be yourself.” I said.

    After a hot kiss, he said, “You kiss better than she does. What pisses me off about her is when we fuck, if she climaxes before I do she makes me stop. I either have to live with it or jerk off later.

    “You make me glad I never married,” I told him.

    He kissed me again then very unexpectedly, changed positions and in an instant he had my cock in his mouth. I didn’t try and stop him but turned it into a sixty-nine and began sucking him.

    Moments later, I said, “Get ready. I’m about to shoot.” Pausing, he said, “So am I.”

    Seconds later, we both climaxed, filling each others mouth with a thick cum load. I immediately swallowed and watched as he savored the flavor before swallowing my load.

    “What made you do that?” I asked.

    “Curiosity more than anything,” he replied.

    “Well?” I said.

    “I liked it. It was so sensual and it was great knowing I was giving someone pleasure.”

    “You think you will do it again?” I asked.

    “I will if you let me,” he replied. “Hopefully two or three more times before we part.”

    “What about your wife?” I questioned.

    “Fuck her and the horse she rode in on. What I do on the road and who I do it with is none of her business,” he replied. “I may just ask her for a divorce.”

    As we talked, I asked, “Do you ever get to Batesville?”

    “I sure do,” he replied. “I spend two weekends there a month. With my schedule, I usually get in late on Friday but can’t unload until Monday mornings. Why do you ask?”

    Smiling, I said, “That’s where I live. How would you like to spend those weekends with me?”

    “Mark, I’d fucking love it. I’ll be there this coming weekend.”

    I gave him one of my business cards and put my private cell number on it and told him to call me ass soon as he arrived. “What time do you usually get to the truck stop?” I asked.

    “Usually around six or so. Can you pick me up?”

    “Definitely, and we can stay naked all weekend.”

    “Perfect,” he replied.

    We kissed again before I suggested we get some sleep, but the next morning he insisted on a sixty-nine before we parted. Then, after eating each others load, he smiled and said, “You know, don’t feel any different being a cock sucker than I did when I wasn’t one.”

    I smiled then after a hot, wet kiss, he headed out. I couldn’t wait until the weekend came about, but I was also anxious to get rolling with my cock sucker sign on the passenger seat.

    After grabbing some coffee in the motel office when I checked out, u got on the road, laying the sign reading “I suck! Channel 23” on the passenger seat.

    The first couple of truckers I passed said they didn’t have time and the third tried to run me off the road. Then, as I passed the fourth, a voice came on the radio asking, ‘You suck big black cocks?’.

    “How big and does it produce a big reward?” I replied.

    “Right at nine inches and huge rewards,” he answered back.

    “I definitely want it,” I replied.

    “There is a picnic area about twelve miles or so up ahead. Pass me and go there. Get out and walk around and when you see me pull in wait about fifteen minutes then come to the drivers door and climb in. Lock the door behind you. I’ll be in the sleeper waiting.”

    “I’ll be waiting,” I said as I passed him.

    “By the way,” he said, “I just receive. I don’t give.”

    “Fine with me,” I replied.

    I pulled ahead of him and lost sight of him behind me. I spotted the picnic area and pulled in and saw a few cars parked there and only one guy sitting at a table. After parking and walking over to an empty table, I spotted two men coming out of the woods seconds apart, each going to a different car. I knew what they had been up to.

    A few minutes later the semi pulled in and stopped. I saw the driver climb back into the sleeper and after about fifteen minutes, I casually strolled toward the back of the trailer and up to the drivers door.

    After opening it, I climbed in and locked it behind me and stepped through the curtain into the sleeper. There on the bunk as a hot tall naked black gentleman with skin the color of light chocolate, his cock rock hard.

    “He’s been hard ever since we talked. I’m horny as hell,” he said, waving his hard cock at me.

    “Looks fucking delicious,” I said.

    “Well, it’s all yours,” he said. “Take your time and enjoy it. I’m in no hurry. You can use your mouth anywhere you want from my neck down.”

    I reached for his huge cock and began to fondle it as I sucked on first one nipple then the other, as he moaned softly .

    “Yea, man, suck those nipples. You now how to please a man. I can’t wait to feel sucking my cock.”

    His cock had a slight downward curve to it and I began to wonder how much I could swallow if I went at it the right way. I positioned myself between his muscular brown legs and grasp his hard cock. I began to slowly swallow is cock.

    After a few moments, I had my nose buried in his wiry pubic bush as he said, “Fuck, dude, ain’t nobody ever swallowed my entire cock before. You’re a fucking pro.”

    I now desperately wanted to taste his cum load and began to piston off and on his cock. Minutes later he began to breath heavily and said, “Get ready, man, I’m about to blow my wad.”

    Seconds later I was fed a monster load of thick creamy cum and wondered if the flow would ever end as I swallowed it. It finally stopped and as I started to pull off the monster cock he said, “Keep going. You’ll get another load.”

    I did and a couple minutes later he fed me a second huge load. This time I collected it in my mouth and savored the flavor, realizing that a black mans cum tasted exactly like a white mans cum.

    As I pulled off, he sighed and said, “you’re the best damn cock sucker I ever had. Ain’t nobody ever made me shoot twice by sucking me.”

    “Well, I sure enjoyed it,” I said, then asked, “Do you ever get to Batesville?”

    “In fact, I do. I’m there the third Saturday night of the month. I lay over at the truck stop there. You live there?”

    I said I did and gave him my special number for meeting men. As I did, I said, “Next time, I want to see if I can take that in my ass if you want to meet.”

    He said he definitely wanted to meet and said, “Boss, you can have it anywhere you want it.”

    I told him my name was Mark, and he said his was Leroy. We shook hands and as I left his rig, he was dressing, saying how good it was.

    Late that afternoon, I reached my destination and after checking into the motel next to a truck stop, I went over for dinner and some cruising.

    As I ate dinner, I checked out the drivers and noticed one driver in particular who seemed to be checking out the other like I was. Our eyes met for a few seconds as I casually licked my lips. He smiled.

    After eating my dinner, I paid my tab and headed for the restroom. I entered and stepped up to a urinal and extracted my cock. At that moment, another man entered and stepped up to the urinal next to mine and casually said, “Evening.”

    I spoke and he asked, “You a driver?”

    “No. I am in management and travel to different offices,” I replied.

    I noticed that he glanced over at my cock frequently and I began to fondle it and as I did we both began getting an erection.

    Stepping back some he turned and looked under the stalls and said, “We’re alone. Do you play?”

    “I do, giving and receiving. What about you?”

    “Care to join me in my rig?” he asked.

    “Sure, let’s go,” I said.

    “Let me go first, and you follow in five minutes or so. It’s the big red rig on the south side. Smith Trucking. The passenger door will be unlocked.”

    “I’ll be there,” I said and he leaned over and quickly licked my cock.

    I waited as instructed then headed out to the parking lot. When I spotted the rig, I froze in my tracks. The rig was a huge custom-built cab at least ten to twelve foot deep. It appeared to be the size of at least four regular sleepers.

    I stepped up top the passenger door and as promised it was unlocked. I opened it and climbed in and as I did, I heard, “Come on back and get comfortable.”

    I stepped through the two privacy curtains and found the driver totally naked laying on the queen size bed. Make yourself comfortable,” he said.

    I quickly stripped and as I did he said, “If it matters, I’m Dan Smith.”

    “I’m Mark Rivers,” I replied as I looked around the interior.

    In the sleeper area was a portable potty, queen bed, desk, stove, fridge, desk with computer and TV, and a closet.

    Stepping up to me he said, “Welcome to my abode,” then took me in his muscular arms and kissed me. Of course, I kissed him back as we fondled each others hard cock.

    He led me to the bed and after a minute or so of tongue kissing we began a sixty-nine.

    I judged Dan to be in his late thirties or maybe early forties but he looked much younger. As we hungrily devoured each others hard cock, I heard a door close and stopped sucking his cock.

    “It’s cool, Mark. It’s just my son and he does it all also. I hope you like three ways.”

    “I do,” I replied as a totally naked hot muscular teen stepped into the enclosure, his hard cock pointing the way.

    “Just how old is he?” I asked.

    “He’ll be seventeen next week and loves it all,” Dan replied.

    “Mark, meet my son, Rick,” Dan said.

    Rick smiled and stepped closer and sat on the bed and after kissing me leaned over and started sucking my cock ad was a pro at it, swallowing every inch.

    After a moment he stopped and said, “I want that in my ass. Why don’t you fuck me while you blow my dad.”

    Rick lay down on his back and raised his legs and once I was in him balls deep, Dan straddled his face and as I sucked Dan and fucked Rick, Rick ate his dads ass, causing Dan to moan in sheer pleasure.

    About the time I shot my load in Rick’s ass, his dad fed me his load. After a round of kisses all over, I asked how they got started together.

    Dan said, “You tell him.”

    Rick began by telling me that he completed high school in three years and early in his high school experience, he started playing around with a classmate and his older brother. They were already active together and Rich said he quickly began to look forward to having both oral and anal sex with them. He admitted that he loved having cock in his ass and mouth at the same time.

    He said he stayed with them during the week until his dad got home on weekends. His dad was due in one Saturday morning so he and his buds went to his house for sex on Friday afternoon late.

    With the three of them all totally naked and in a three way cock sucking encounter, his dad walked in and saw them without them knowing. He said his dad stripped totally naked and walked into the room and asked if he could join. He said that was the first time he sucked his dads cock and took him in the ass.

    They had sex every weekend and during the summers, Rick rode with his dad in the truck, having sex with other truckers. Then Dan asked, “Mark, how did you get started?”

    I told them the entire story of walking in on them and hearing their conversation and joining in. I admitted that I was hooked on cock from that first time. Rick said he was also.

    Dan spoke up and said, “I love watching my son take a cock up his ass.”

    “And I love him watching me suck and get fucked,” Rick replied.

    I smiled and said, “Well, I want to watch you two get it on both oral and anal.”

    Dan spoke up and asked, “Can you stay overnight?”

    “I can but why don’t we go over to my motel room. We can have all the sex we want and then all shower together.”

    “Let’s go,” Dan said, and I redressed and they only put on shirts, pants and shoes, nothing else, and we took off for my motel room.

    When we arrived, all three of us immediately stripped totally naked and began making out. After a few moments, I excused myself, saying I needed to piss. Dan said he did also and that’s when Rick spoke up.

    “If both of you need to piss, I want you to piss all over me.”

    “If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get,” Dan told him looking at me and smiling.

    We headed for the bathroom and Rick climbed into the tub and got on his knees. “Hose me down, guys,” he said.

    Dan started moments before I did and as we pissed, Rick put his face in the streams and opened his mouth. As his mouth filled up, he swallowed and it was obvious he was enjoying it.

    Once we were drained, he said drinking our piss was awesome and he liked it. Then looking at his dad he said, “Dad, now when you need to piss, you don’t have to stop. Just whip out your cock and once it is in my mouth, feed it to me.”

    “Well, if you can do it then so can I,” Dan told him. “That makes two of us,” I added.

    Dan looked over at me and asked, “You want to share his?”

    “Fuck yea,” I replied. “Why not!”

    Rick stepped out of the tub and Dan and I got in on our knees and side by side.

    “Open wide,” Rick said as he let his flow begin. My mouth filled with his piss, and as I found it had a slightly salty taste that I liked.

    Dan’s mouth filled and he turned to kiss me and we shared his mouth full of his sons piss and Rick continued to piss on our faces.

    Later, as I fucked Rick, he fucked his dad and after he and I had both shot our loads, I sucked my load out of his ass and ate it then sucked his load out of his dad and ate it.

    As they left, I told them that if they ran into any other drivers that needed to get off that night, to send them my way. Later, a driver in his sixties knocked on my door and I drained him of a nice load then an out later a driver in his late twenties fed me two huge loads minutes apart.

    I went to bed one happy cock sucker.

    I completed my trip and with the help of my little sign and my CB radio, I had awesome sex daily. I now looked forward to my trips and meeting the hot and horny truckers.

    Then, one week, Sam Morgan, the bud from high school that sucked me off in the gym, called and said he was going to be in town and would like to see me. His pro football career was on full swing and he was player of the year many times over. He said he had a surprise for me.

    When he arrived at my home, he had a fellow team member with him. Ben Davis was one of the tackles on the team and built like a bull in more ways than one.

    It was such a turn on to see two professional football players taking turns sucking my cock and asking to be fucked. It was one hot weekend of man sex with no limits. I even got them into drinking piss with me.

    The following week, Clay Miller, the married trucker I had met and converted over to sucking and getting fucked, called and said he would like to spend his weekend with me. I immediately agreed, and said I would be at the truck stop waiting for him on Friday. I was looking forward to the weekend, but needed some cock now.

    I had a business meeting that evening and after it ended near midnight, I stopped by an adult video store on my way home. Only one booth in the arcade was occupied, and when I turned the door knob it was unlocked. I casually opened the door and looked in and found a hot muscular stud in toe booth, totally naked and fondling his beautiful rock hard cock.

    He looked over and motioned me to join him and after entering the booth, I locked the door and asked, “May I join you?”

    “Be my guest,” he replied.

    I quickly stripped and there in the video booth we kissed and made out, and sucked and fucked each other. After both climaxing in the others mouth, we began dressing and as he was putting on his jeans, something metallic fell out of his pocket.

    I picked it up before he could reach for it and saw that it was a city police officers badge.

    Looking at me he said, “It’s just a pay check. I love man sex as much as any other guy. What two men do in private is their business.”

    About that time another guy came in and I suggested we go outside and talk. Once outside I introduced myself and he said his name was Brian.

    “Do you like three ways?” I asked.

    “Fuck yea,” he replied, “especially if I have a dick shoved up my ass while I have one down my throat.”

    I told him about Clay and him being a married trucker that sucked his first cock when he was with me. “He’s coming in Friday evening and I was wondering if you would like to help me put on over on him.”

    “What you got in mind?” he asked.

    I laid out my idea and he said he loved it and would be over at my place after he got off at six. Then said, “In fact this is my weekend off it your want some more company.”

    “Fuck yea,” I explained then lay out my plan on getting one over on Brian.

    Friday arrived and Clay called about five that he was at the truck stop. I went and picked him up and we headed back to my place. Once on the way to my place, Clay said, “I told my wife everything last weekend and we agreed on a divorce.”

    “Just what did you tell her?” I asked.

    “Just that I had been letting guys blow me when I was on the road and decided to try it myself and found that I totally enjoyed sex with another man, both oral and anal. She said she suspicion something and that she had a boy friend that she saw when I was out of town. I asked if I could watch him fuck her and she agreed.”

    “She agreed and I watched him fuck her then she later watched me suck him off. We then decided to go our separate ways. I saw him later and he said my mouth was better than her cunt. I just wish she could have heard him say it.”

    We got to my place and both stripped and did some kissing and fondling when the doorbell rang. I looked at the time and knew it was Brian.

    As I headed for the door, Clay asked, “Are you going to answer the door like that?”

    “Fuck yea, it’s my house,” I replied.

    I opened the door and as I saw Brian, I asked, “How may I help you officer?”

    “Sir, I need to ask you a few questions. May I come in?” he said.

    “Sure, come on in,” I replied.

    Brian stepped in and looked over at Clay then back at me and said, “We have received reports that illicit sex is going on here and from what I see, I feel it’s correct. Am I right?”

    “Well, I don’t consider it illicit if all parties are in agreement, do you?” I asked.

    By now Clay and I were standing side by side with Brian directly in front of us, looking down at our cocks. Reaching out, he took our cocks into his strong hands and said, “These look like they need some attention.”

    Then, in an instant, he dropped to his knees and began sucking on Clay then me, alternating back and forth.

    Clay smiled and said, “You asshole! There for a minute I thought he was a real cop.”

    “He is a real cop. Clay, meet Brian. Brian, meet Clay.”

    Brian stood up and kissed me then Clay, as I said, “Clay is the trucker I told you about.”

    “You were right, he is hot,” Brian said.

    “Okay, you two, somebody fill me in,” Clay said.

    I filled Clay in on how Brian and I met at the video store and that I had invited him to join us. I told him is was Brian’s weekend off so we had all weekend to play.

    Clay dropped to his knows and began extracting Brian’s cock, saying, “Since I started sucking cock, I’ve wondered what it is like to suck and fuck a cop in uniform.”

    Brian sat on the sofa and as Clay sucked him to a climax, Brian sucked me dry. Then, looking at Clay he asked, “When will you be back?”

    “Two weeks from today, why?”

    “How would you two like to meet a state cop who loved to drink from the tap and get fist fucked?”

    “Are you serious?” I asked?

    “Oh, yea,” Brian said. “He loved drinking straight from the hose and taking a fist up his ass at least to the elbow.”

    “Contact him and invite him to join in,” I said, “and if he wants to stop by sooner, that’s fine with me.”

    Brian stripped and Clay quickly began eating his ass. There wasn’t much sleeping that weekend just a lot of ass fucking, cock sucking and cum eating, as well as making out and kissing. We all agreed that it had been an awesome weekend.

    On Tuesday of the following week, Jake Turner, the state cop appeared at my door. He said he was on his meal break and needed something to drink. He dropped his pants and I sucked him dry while shoving my fist up his ass to my elbow as he moaned in pleasure. During that time, I fed him two piss loads.

    “The weekend your trucker friend is going to be here, I want to try to take two fist up my ass at the same time, and for the entire weekend all I want to drink is all the piss you three can produce. I know I’m a pig and love it.”

    “Sure,” I replied.

    I found out that Jake was thirty three and had been married for six months when he was twenty-one but his wife ran off with an old boyfriend and he turned to men for pleasure.

    Later that week, the company president visited the office and announced that the manager was being promoted and I was promoted to branch manager. We needed someone to handle the shipping department and Clay was the first one I thought of.

    On his next visit, I offered the job to Clay and he immediately accepted. His divorce was being handled by his attorney and he quickly moved in with me. Of course, we went to work in separate cars and were strictly business during the day.

    As for Jake and Brian, they visited often and Jake got his wish and took mine and Clay’s fist up his ass at the same time.

    What has surprised Clay and I is the number of married men that enjoy sex with other men, even if it just entails getting their cock sucked. I’ll be glad to suck all who are in need.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • My Nephew

    The last thing I remembered was Chris commanding,” sleep.” Now awaking to a pitch-black room. My wits, slowly coming to me. I found myself laying on my side. Someone behind me his arm over my shoulder, His dick was filling my ass. In front of me, I felt my dick deep inside another ass. I didn’t panic, just laid there and soon it started feeling pleasurable.

    I did not want to move or wake. The owners of the dick and ass, thinking perhaps this hypnosis shit was through. Because they were both sleeping, I thought. This would be an excellent chance to get out of here. The last I remember before sleep was they were going to take me to there club for what I have no Idea but I am sure It would be to humiliate me even more.

    I was lying there, not moving. My mind went back to the pleasant feeling flowing through my body. My dick quivered slightly, then my ass muscle clenched just the slightest. My inner voice screamed at me.” Get out of here,” but my body wanted to stay and enjoy the sensations. My ass tightened again, and the dick in my ass moved just a bit. A low moan escaped my lips. Dam, I thought, am I gay? I want to get out, but I want to enjoy this moment.

    My next Move shocked me, for whatever reason I reached around and found my partner’s dick. It was hard, I gently touched it, stroking it ever so lightly. I continued this while thinking, is this a hypnotic suggestion, or do I have hidden desires to do it?

    The ass my dick was in started to clench and release a few times. Sending shivers of need into my brain, I wanted to pump that ass and let my juices flow inside of it.

    As if it read my thoughts, the person and ass moved away a bit, my dick sliding partially out, that motion caused the dick in my ass to push in even deeper, sending shock waves of pleasure to my brain. I clenched my ass around the dick and felt it pull back. This went on for a while, my cock building towards a massive release. The sensations were causing involuntary movements. My ass and dick had there own minds.

    The cock in my ass started making short fucking movement`s, I groaned and pushed Back to meet the small thrusts. My cock felt the ass muscles tightening around it, and I pushed deep into the pulsating hole.

    One or two more thrusts, and I would be releasing my pent up desire to cum. I hear the command ‘DON`T CUM” I groaned In agony and frustration on the next thrust.

    “Uncle did you really think I would let you fill my sweet ass with your cum? Silly slut!”You did seem to be enjoying your self, Jayden`s dick In your ass and your cock in me, and it was so sweet of you to play with my dick. ” ” I think you are coming around to the gay lifestyle.”

    Jayden started fucking me deeper as Chris urged my dick. In him. A rithyem ensued, My balls acking for release as I experienced Chris`s ass’s tightness and the fullness of mine with Jaden`s cock slipping in and out. I moaned it felt so good and hurt so bad.

    Chris ordered me to massage his cock, my hand gripping it, feeling it throb and leak pre cum.

    “Yess, You are fucking good, uncle. Please me with your dick and hand,” Chris growled.

    Jaden whispered in my ear, “here is another load of my seed, My bitch, hope you don`t get knocked up!” I felt his Juice filling me, as his pace slowed down.

    Chris exploded in the palm of my hand. I caught it all, then moved my hand to my mouth, licking it clean.

    The two separated from me standing above me proud as could be.

    “Oh poor Uncle still needs to cum. I was ordered into the bathroom. Standing by the toilet, Chris held my throbbing dick stroking it and feeling my balls. The command “release” my dick spurting ribbons of cum into the bowel, water splashing where it hit. My knees went weak from the release and I collapsed my head by the bowel.” Drink” Chris commanded, my head went to the bowel and started sucking out the water with my cum mixed in.

    “Stop”

    Obediently I lifted my head.

    “Ok, Uncle, take a shower and use this.” I was handed a smaller enema ball.

    After showering and cleaning, Chris confronted me. “We are going to the club in a while, they have a new attraction, and you can`t miss it!” “Do you want to see how we get you dressed or would you rather be surprised?”

    “I`ll watch,” I said glumly.

    Seated at a dressing table, I sat motionless as Makeup was applied to my face. I was amazed Chris was so adept, at doing this. When he finished I had to admit I had a girly look. A brown-haired wig was attached with pins, they asked me to stand, and I stepped into a skimpy pair of pink silk panties. Next, a matching bra was added. This didn`t please Chris because I had no breasts.

    Jaden asked Chris If he remembered the fake boobs that he wore on occasion? Retrieving them and pasting them to my body, I suddenly had c cup boobs. A white blouse and short black skirt, and 3-inch heels finished the look.

    :Model”

    My body showed off my new look, wiggling my ass and strutting around the room.

    “Stop”

    The looks on their faces were one of satisfaction, I glanced at Jaden, and he had a bulge in his pants.

    The drive to the club took fifteen Minuets. I parked and they took the keys. Both got out and waited on me. I couldn`t do this, so I just sat there.

    “Control”

    “stop”

    I was inside the club. A vast building with a huge bar, a dance floor. A wall that was a tv screen on one side. There must have been 200 people here. The noise deafening, and most of the people looking in our direction.

    Walking towards the bar, people swarmed us. I felt hands griping me from all sides. Looking at Chris, I asked why?

    “you’re the star tonight. These people paid a cover charge to see you. 12 of them will be appearing on stage with you, performing in unrehearsed acts, there is even a prize if they can make you cum onstage, but before the show, they want you on the dance floor to dance with, any problem with that uncle?”

    Slow dance music poured out of the speakers, hands pulled me to the middle of the floor, and one by one, people hugged me as they pretended to dance, feeling my ass grabbing my dick. Some even rubbed my fake boobs after what seemed like forever, the music stopped. A man, probably a DJ, excited the crowd more, saying the event will be starting shortly for the lucky people who have the special tickets to go to the green room everyone else take a seat, order a beer, and enjoy the show.

    Chris led me upstairs. I asked him,” what the hell am I suppose to do on the stage?”

    “Uncle, you are going to star in tonight`s Sex show, the people who bought the special tickets will be preforming there special acts with  you.”

    “OMG,” “are you crazy. I have never done anything to you to deserve this, Stop it now.”

    A smirking Chris replied “It`s too late uncle, the program has been arranged and we can`t disappoint all the customers, I have even altered your commands, you will be a star tonight enjoy.”

    “ON”

    My mind went blank.

    “OFF”

    I was standing on a stage bight lights shining, nude except for my tiny pink panties witch were slid to the side reviling my hard dick, that I held in my hand. The applause from the audience was loud.

    My eyes wide, not knowing what to do or worse than what I had done, a voice screeched. Standing next to me was a large transsexual, Totally nude, with humongous breasts a large hard dick. She hugged me smothering my face in her breasts and rubbing my head back and forth between them. Lifting me like a doll, Kissing me, rubbing her hard cock against mine.

    “ON”

    “OFF”

    I was floating around the stage in a dance, My feet off the ground, my ass full of the tranny`s huge dick. Forgetting where I was, putting my arms around her, enjoying the feeling, I let out moan after moan as the movements massaged my prostate. My dick spasmed with the need to cum, but Chris had given me the command to hold.

    Mydance partner suddenly filled me with cum, then lifting me off and standing me next to her, bowed to the audience as the curtain closed. Leading me through another curtain, I saw a wooden X with shackles attached to the ends.

    “ON”

    “OFF”

    I was attached to the X on stage. A woman In latex, a man in a harness, a table with various objects off to the side surrounded me. The woman strutted her self using a whip to instruct her partner. Switching to me, she traced the outline of my body before delivering a stinging swat to my throbbing dick. Ordering her partner to suck me, continuing to swat parts of my body.  Moving her face close to mine she pretended to kiss me then ripped off both of my fake boobs, they were attached well, and the tearing left marks on my breast,

    Then swatting my sore breast`s with her little whip, the pain was esruationing and I bellowed and cried.

    “ON”

    “OFF”

    Chris was looking down at me as I stood, my head bowed in shame. My dick still raging turning a shade of blue.

    “Good uncle, Your balls are swelling with your cum.” “These people all perform here. They are working you into their acts, and the applause is their show of appreciation. 

    In case you haven`t figured it out this stage revolves, so one set is displayed, another can be set up. You have more entertaining to do so as they say, “suck a dick,” or is it break a leg? Oh well, go to it.”

    The curtain open with me and three men standing nude, they were all mussle dudes, but they had a plan, one grabbed me by the waist and lifted me high in the air, another held his dick while I was lowered onto it. My used ass accepted it Easley, they told me to put my arms around the man in an embrace, and again, I was danced around the stage being fucked by a strong man. The audience started booing as they saw this before.

     They were quieted when man number two walked up behind me and worked his cock in alongside his buddy’s cock, stretching my hole to the limit. I cried out in pain, hoping for a command from Chris, but none came. The two worked me up and down, doing a waltz with me sandwiched between, their cocks working inside my ass as they dance. The audience loved it and applauded. Guided by the third, they got to the foot of the bed. Laying down without pulling out, the pain was going away, and the feeling was enticing me to move my ass trying to fuck my self, the third came to the side of the bed, turned my head, and shoved his cock into my mouth.

     Sucking while being fucked so hard made me light headed. My muffled moaning was picked up by the microphone, blasting my moans around the club ,then with a word, all three of them shot there loads at the same instant. OMG, the sensation was out of this world. They all pulled out cum dripping from their dicks, some leaking down my chin and some running down my ass cheeks.

    Acts continued, I lost all sense of time my cock, and balls, turning blue, needing release.

    The d j came on stage announcing the acts were over, but there will be one mind-blowing super stunt left, explaining that Chris will make me cum, since no one had been able to,  chances for a prize were on sale if anyone should guess how far My cum would spurt, the would win a cash prize when I had my release, and it was measured.

    Lines were drawn, distances measured. All bets were down. Chris came on stage took a bow. Led me to the line. Then a little stroking of my ultra-sensitive cock, for drama. My legs were hardly able to hold me up when he stopped.

    The whole place was quiet. Chris asked for a drum roll, then, “Release” I spurted shot after shot for a good thirty seconds, each spurt hurting a little more than the previous, I collapsed and passed out.

    Later I was told my cum sprayed out 6 feet 3 Inches. No one guessed that high the longest guess three and a half feet.

    A day later I awoke, in Jaden`s bed. Chris noticed and sat on the edge Playing casually with my sore breast and nipples.

    “Guess what, uncle? You were a big hit. I made over 2,000 dollars on you for the night, thank you,”

    He leaned over and kissed my lips, probing with his tongue, Instinctively Mine met his, and we tongued each other.

    “I am so proud of you uncle. You now are embracing the gay side on your own. I will keep the commands locked up in case they are ever needed again, and of course, I will keep the hold and release active,  but you have transformed into a very cool slut”. “A few of your friends saw the program and can`t wait to talk to you.” You in-demand in the gay community.”

    “After you rest up, maybe Jaden will Join you, or maybe I will let you use my ass. We are going to guide you through your gay life. You made us a ton of money. Me lining up your shows and introducing you to many, many cocks, any questions?”

    “Just two, Chris, and could I be turned Into a tranny?” ” And do you think Jaden would fuck me now? I am a bit horney for a cock in me.”

    Chris smiled broadly as he stroked my hardening dick. “Not a problem, uncle.”


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  • I need to have a talk with my girlfriend now

    My girlfriend and I moved in to a new apartment. This wasn’t our first place together, but it was the first place where we were more than an hour from her family. The day we were moving in, the neighbor across the hall was moving in as well. He was a bit taller than my five foot ten frame and looked younger than my twenty eight years initially. There was something about him that caught my eye – maybe it was his smile as we kept running in to each other for the first couple of days. Or maybe it was the older man that was helping him that bore no family resemblance whatsoever. Granted, it could have been his step dad or friend or someone else that has no biological connection with him.

    At any rate, we moved our stuff in within a couple of days and settled in. I noticed the neighbor almost never leaved for the first couple of months; I assumed he worked from home. I also noticed that, in his bedroom window, for a couple of weeks he had what looked to be a dryer vent in his window. Assuming his apartment is set up like ours, there’s no place for his dryer to be set there. It was weird. But was was ever more weird was, when having sex with my girlfriend, his face kept popping in to my mind. I chalked it up to my mind being preoccupied with the move, new job and new schedule. I wasn’t gay. I was a ladies man. I mean, I always had women trying to hook up with me when I was single. Even now, I catch the eye of many a woman. In high school I was more popular with the girls than the quarterback or anyone on the track of wrestling teams. A month or two after we moved in, I literally ran in to him as we both came out of our respective doors simultaneously. I apologized, stepping to the side. He flashed a smile, saying the same thing. His deep voice reverberated through my body like none other. I also noticed a dimple on his left cheek, his green eyes and the way, even though he was clean shaven, his five o’clock shadow as readily apparent on his strong jawline. As he walked in from of me, I noticed his thick legs had more hair on them than mine, nice ass and, as he turned to get in his truck, a small belly visible under his t shirt. Being a fitness freak, I’ve never been turned on by a woman who doesn’t have a defined yet curvy body (call me vapid) and I’ve never been turned on by a man before. I mean in college we did all the normal frat pranks (as we called them but were really sexual experimentation) but I’ve never touched another man before or never had another man touch me sexually. The closest thing I’ve come to that is begging my girlfriend to have anal sex, which never happened.

    As the neighbor got situation in his truck and I walked past, I looked back to see him looking at me intently. He smiled and nodded a ‘hey’ which I returned in kind, and continued to my car. Once I opened the garage, I sat down and took a few seconds to try to think about what just happened. I figured it was just ‘a thing’ and backed out and started on my way. As I drove past the place where his truck was parked, I looked at it longingly before snapping myself out of it. I finished the rest of the afternoon in public running errands but secretly hoping I’d run in to my neighbor. Which never happened, unsurprisingly.

    A few weeks passed and the girlfriend wanted to go spend the holiday weekend with her family. I don’t have any siblings and was never a family type of guy so I convinced her she’d had more fun with her mom and sisters if she went alone. After the expected argument of ‘why don’t you want to spend time with my family’ that comes up every couple of months, she left Thursday night and not expected to be back until Monday afternoon. It was a welcomed relief as I like to have some time to myself and she hardly ever lets that happen. Friday when I got home from work I ordered a pizza (Friday is my cheat day) and settled in with the TV, wearing boxers and a tank top.

    A knock came at the door almost an hour later. I opened it to see the friendly pizza delivery guy and the neighbor’s door open and a large man in a uniform along with the apartment management standing in his doorway. I signed the pizza slip and took a few seconds to listen to them talking. There was something wrong with his AC and being a Friday evening, and the middle of July (in other words, hot-n-humid) I felt for him. I poured myself something to drink and, grabbing a slice, I looked out my pep hold. I could see his door was open and he had a fan pointing out from his apartment. An idea popped in my head as if it was someone else’s thought. With no hesitation, I grabbed a pair of shorts and headed out in the hallway.

    Peering in, I knocked on his door knocker; he surprised me when he stepped out from behind the door, looking none too amused.

    “Hey. I’m Jerry. I live over there” I said pointing over my shoulder.

    “Nic” he said with a smile.

    “What’s going on, if I can ask?”

    “AC is out” he said, defeatedly. “Probably won’t be fixed until Monday, being a holiday weekend.” I stood there for what seemed like minutes but was only a few seconds staring at those green eyes – mesmerized almost. I swore I started to get hard, but that didn’t make any sense.

    “Well…” I started as I shifted my weight to try to hid my member. “Mine’s working just fine. You’re more than welcomed to hang out over here with me. Tonight. It’s just me and a pizza, if you’re interested. I’m not a killer or anything” I cringed as that last part nervously came out.

    He chuckled. “Yeah? Man that would be awesome. It’s so damn hot in here already! I can bring some beer if to go with that pizza if you’d like!” I’m not much of a beer guy – empty calories – but I do indulge occasionally. “Sure!” I said, almost jumping for joy (what the hell is going on with me?). “Just come on over when you’re ready”

    I stepped out in to the hallway as he thanked me again. I walked in and closed the door to my place. I could feel the sweat on my brow and my heart beating like a rabbit’s. Looking back, I knew what was happening but just didn’t want to admit it.

    A few minutes later a knock came to the door. I opened it and let Nic in. “Ahhwwww…” he said with a smile. “This feels SO good!’ I smiled as he handed me the bottles of beer. “Have a seat” I said motioning to the sofa. He sat and I offered him some pizza. “Sorry I already had a couple of slices” I said.

    “Do you have cooties?” he asked with a smile.

    I smiled back. “No. Not any more” We cracked a bottle of beer for each of us and I opened Netflix.

    “Anything here you’d like to watch?”

    “Surprised me” he said. Careful what you wish for, I though to myself, which caused my dick to plump again.

    I turned on some stupid show. I know it was stupid because during the hour and a half it was on, we didn’t watch it. We talked about almost everything. Ninety minutes later, if felt as if I’ve known him for years.

    “You live here by yourself?” I asked.

    “Yeah” he hesitated. “Just out of a break up so being on my own for a minute or so.”

    “Oh man. Sorry to hear that. Women can be difficult. My girlfriend….gesh…always wanting something. She wanted me to spend this whole holiday weekend with her mom and sisters!”

    “Yeah. Women can be difficult. It’s not much easier when you’re gay!” he said frankly.

    All time stopped for me in that moment. I didn’t know what to say or do. I just sat there.

    “You…you didn’t know?” he asked.

    I shook my head no.

    “Oh. Well, if you’re uncomfortable….” he started.

    “No!” I shouted. “I mean, no, it’s fine. I just….didn’t expect that”

    “Well, we were talking so well and it just felt like, if we’re going to be neighbors, we should know that about each other” he started. “I mean, if you see a strange man coming out of my place late at night, I don’t want you to think I’m dealing drugs or making bombs or anything” he replied with a laugh.

    A feeling of jealously enveloped me in such an intense, fast way it took me aback.

    “It’s cool. I mean, I was in a frat in college so….” I said with a smile.

    “So you’ve seen your share of dicks in your young like!” He laughed at his own jock, but it was true regardless.

    “Yeah, yeah you can say that” I replied, flashing back to all the cocks I’ve seen in college and wondering what this guy was different.

    “Another?” he asked, holding up another bottle.

    “I shouldn’t” I replied.

    “Well, I can tell you’re not much a beer drinker with a body like that” he said. I was shocked but also happy he noticed my toned body. “But it’s a holiday!” he said, pushing the beer closer to me. “You know ya’ want to!”

    I did, I wanted that beer and him. My heart raced. I grabbed the bottle and twisted off the top.

    It was almost eleven at night and we had finished the six pack. Three bottle in as many hours may not be much for some, but for an almost non-drinker light weight as me, I was buzzing a bit.

    “Well, I should get back over there I guess” he said standing up.

    “No!” I replied, jumping up. “You can stay here. Your AC is still out, it’s hot as hell tonight…no need to sleep in the heat.” I looked in to his eyes and saw something I hadn’t before. They sparkled with a hint of something I’d find out later was desire.

    “Thanks Jer” he said. “Mind if I take a shower? I’m nasty” he said smelling his armpits.

    “Sure. Bathroom is…well you know where it is” I said nervously.

    “I’ll run over, grab some clean clothes and be back in a jif” he said. As my door closed I ran, or more likely stumbled, in to my bedroom nightstand looking for condoms. There were none to be found. I jumped the bed to the other side and opened the door. Nothing but my jack off lube. That’s right, I thought. We were going to get more condom this weekend at the store! The front door opened and in stepped Nic, clothes in hand. I walked in to the bathroom and grabbed him a towel. I sat on the sofa, still slightly buzzed, as I listened to the shower. I envisioned what his wet body looked like in there. I wasn’t something I’ve done before, but it felt….right. I sat back on the sofa and closed my eyes, fantasizing about what I would be doing in the shower with him. I could feel my dick get harder and harder and I got lost in my fantasy. So much so I didn’t hear the water stop. It wasn’t until a shake of the shoulder and a “Jer” snapped me out of it. I jumped to see Nic standing behind me.

    “I thought you fell asleep” he told me. “And looking at you” he looked down at my hard dick “I thought you were maybe, missing your girlfriend!”

    “I…uh..” I jumped up and almost fell over. Nic reached over and grabbed me. “Whoah, man. You are a light weight!” he said as he made his way around to me. “Let’s get you in bed before you fall and hurt yourself” he chuckled.

    He guided my to the side of my bed. I sat down, cock pointing straight out. Already embarrassed, I decided to ask him.

    “Can I ask you something?”

    “What’s up?” he responded.

    ‘What’s sex like with a guy?”

    “Excuse me?” he said wide eyed.

    “I mean… I’ve asked my girl for anal forever and nothing!”

    He sat down next to me.

    “Well, it all depends on the guy and situation. Like it would for anyone else I guess”

    “I mean, what does it feel like?” I asked, my head turned towards his.

    “Like I said, it just depends.” His eyes sparkled ever more now than before. He reached over and touched my leg. Shivers traveled through my body like electricity. “If there’s love, it feels one way. If it’s just sex, it feels another. But either way, it feels good” he told me.

    The combination of alcohol releasing my inhibitions and the clean scent wafting off of Nic was all I could take. I learn over and kissed him.

    I still remember the feeling of his large tongue inside my mouth, the feeling of his short hair as I rain my fingers through it, the strength of his hands as they wrapped around my neck and the feel of his stubble scraping against my lips. In that moment all I heard was the sound of our wet lips. No tv. No air conditioning. Just two set of wet man lips exploring each other.

    He pushed my back on to the bed – I didn’t protest. My heart pounded as his scruffy lips made their way down my neck to my collar bone. His hands, which I’ve not noticed until now, seemed enormous and had a vice like grip on my waist. I’m no small guy – I work out and well muscled, but in this moment, I was like warm taffy, malleable to his means.

    He climbed up on the bed next to me as I rose up and removed my tank.

    “Damn man!” he said as the noticed the street light through the blinds illuminating my body. “I know you worked out but didn’t know you looked like this! I would have taken notice sooner!”

    “You mean, you’ve noticed me before?” I asked sheepishly.

    “Are you kidding me?!?” he said with a laugh. “Many times. Many many many time!” This made me feel good that someone so manly as this man would notice me.

    I turned over and kissed him. “I’ve noticed you, too!” I replied. “I know” he said softly.

    “What! How?” I demanded.

    He laughed. The sound of his laughter sent good shudders through my body.

    “You’re not very good at hiding it, mister.”

    I fell back on to the bed. “Damn it” I laughed. I didn’t know why at the time, but I felt so at ease with this guy, even in the sexual context. Way more than I had ever felt with any girl, including my girlfriend.

    As I laid there, he place his hand on my chest, rubbing my smooth pecs, sending this heat that permeated down to my bones. He rubbed my chest as I laid there with my eyes closed. I could hear his breathing but, surprisingly, my heart had slowed down from the rapid pace it was keeping earlier. “You’re so smooth” he growled. “You don’t shave your chest?” he asked.

    “No. I’m just not very hairy” I admitted. “It’s not a bad thing” he said was his hand grazed my nipple. I inhaled as my nipple told my body more was to come. “Are you hairy?” I asked, trying to remain calm as the back of his hand made its way down my abs to the only area of my torso that had any hair: my stomach. “Well, I’m not bear, but yeah, I’m hairier than you” he replied and his fingers slightly pulled the little hair around my belly button. I sat up. “Let me see.” He pulled off his shirt. My god, he was perfection. A large patch of light brownish/red hair on his chest, a tiny trail that ran down his belly to a triangle of hair above is shorts, which were now, obviously trying to hide his own erection. I reached up and ran my hand through his chest hair. It was like cotton. “So soft” I muttered.

    “I condition it” he admitted. And you could tell.

    Like me, he was surprisingly well built, even with the small belly, which I now recognized was more a play of his shirt in the breeze than anything else. While you wouldn’t say he went to the gym regularly, his body was one that was naturally muscled, but covered with a small layer of…. not fat exactly… but firmness. He was not fat by any means. He was…perfect.

    Under his chest hair was a very firm set of pecs, not unlike my own. While the only light was from the parking lot outside behind him, I could feel his erect nipples and they felt deliciously firm.

    Instinctively, I reached down and pulled my boxers off, tossing them to the floor. I allowed him to take in my immense manhood. At least that’s what I’ve been told by the girls I was with: “Jerry you’re so big”, “Jer, you’ve got a monster there” and the like. Who was I to argue? It’s been years since I’ve see another guys hard dick in person and, even in porn, you know they get guys with giant dicks. I let Nic ‘take it all in’ but was surprised when he didn’t seem as shocked with my cock as he did with my body. But I didn’t think much about it because his mouth was soon wrapped around my plump head. My god, he sucked a good dick. I’ve never, ever, had a girl suck me this good.

    I twisted and moaned like I’ve never done before. His strong hand cupped my balls and pulled them slightly as he buried his nose against my trimmed pubes. I can’t put in to words what exactly he did, but I could tell I was about to nut so I pushed his head off of me as fast as I could.

    “Close?” he asked. I shook my head ‘yes’ as I tried to catch my breath. I felt him move on the bed and felt my legs get pushed back on my chest. As I looked down, I saw his hair past my throbbing and wet cock. I wondered what he was doing until I felt his tongue on my hole. The initial sensation was followed by bliss. I only wish I could have seen and learned from what he was doing to my hole as I almost blacked out. As he did his thing, he reached up and grabbed my dick, rubbing my precum around its sensitive head. I bucked and squirmed with delight but had to push his hand off my dick quickly.

    “You like that?” he hissed looking up from behind my bouncing cock.

    “Oh my god!” is all I could muster.

    I looked up as I felt the bed move again. Nic had taken off his shorts. It was at that time I realized one of two things: either all the other girls that called my cock ‘big’ or ‘a monster’ had never been with a guy before or were lying because this guy – Nic my cute neighbor – had the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. Period. I know the excitement had something to do with it, but I swear it was almost as thick as my wrist and, if I’d have to guess, at least nine inches long, with a light upward curve and round, spongy head. It bounced with a heaviness as he knee-walked his way up to my mouth.

    I looked at this one eyed monster almost scared of what he wanted me to do with it.

    “Go ahead. It won’t bit” he said. I looked up and with that dimpled smile and those green eyes – I’d do almost anything.

    Having only watched the act in porn, I buried my face in to his wiry bush for all I was worth in one quick motion. I was surprised when I was able to take it all without gaging. He tasted of man mixed my soap from the shower, which turned me on even more. His curved cock pushed its head against the roof of my mouth, but I forced it down my throat. It must have been the right move because I heard him moan and he grabbed what hair on my head I have and held me in to place as he slowly slid that beast down my throat further, all the while squeezing my dick firmer and firmer. 

    I felt his hairy nut sack push against my chin. I felt like I was being used but I liked it. As he slowly pulled himself back, I reached out to cup his balls but reached too far and grabbed his ass. It too was hairy and firm so I took this moment to compete in some ass play of my own. I ran my finger down his crack and found his pucker. I rubbed around its entrance, which he seemed to like based on his gasps and groans. I pushed my finger in to his hole as he pushed himself back in to my mouth. Once his bush started to tickle my nose, I pushed my finger harder and popped in to his hole. He pulled back and pushed himself back on my finger. “Looking for something?” he asked. I mumbled what I could with his cock in my mouth, tasting his now oozing, sweet precum. He lightly slapped the side of my face as he pulled himself out of my mouth with a wet slurp sound. 

    “You want to fuck me?” he asked as I tried catching my breath. In all the excitement I never thought about it. “You said you wanted anal, right? With your girl?” I whiped the spit off of my mouth and sat up and looked at him. My eyes had acclimated to the darkness more now and I could make out more of him. 

    “Yeah, but I don’t have any rubbers” I admitted. “Oh so you were planning this all along? Trying to ‘make your move’ on me?” he asked with a laugh. “No…I…” stammered. “Relax sexy, I’m just messin’ with ya!” he said. “Are you clean?” 

    “Clean?” I asked. 

    “You mean AIDS?”

     “I mean anything: AIDS, herp, clap…” 

    “Oh yeah – we got tested once we moved here” I admitted honestly.

     “Me too. I mean I’m clean. I don’t date much with work and all. And I’m not too in to hooking up with strangers” he told me. “You have lube?” I reached over to the side table and grabbed the bottle, which he took from my hands. He squirted what looked like a lot on his hands, then worked it slowly on my shaft. I watched intently both learning and enjoying the experience. 

    Rather quickly, he pulled me to the middle of the bed and threw a leg over my waste, positioning himself over me. He leaned forward and grabbed my wet cock; I felt his balls scratch my smooth stomach as his cock dripped his warm liquid on my abs. He leaned back and I felt his hole kiss the head of my dick, then some resistance as he grabbed my cock harder. 

    He pushed himself down further and further as I watched, propped up on my elbows until I felt myself finally break his initial barrier. He exhaled as he slide down on me, his dick arching up from my stomach to point in the air. I was finally inside him. His ass was tighter than any girl I’ve ever been in. And tighter than any hand job I’ve received of given myself. 

    I could feel his entire column wrap around my cock, tingling ever inch of it. He rolled back as I dropped back down to the bed. He rose up and down slowly a few times as I picked up his rhythm. His dropping on me became more rough and fast, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other echoing off the bedroom walls. At the angle we were, I could see his cock bounce and hear it slap on my stomach. I could feel periodic warm spatter on my stomach and chest as my cock pushed him cum out of him. His breathing grew deeper and his bouncing faster. I watch, through what light we had, his cock slap my stomach over and over again. I wanted it inside me.

    “Stop stop!” I insisted. He slowed to a stop.

    “Did you cum?” he asked.

    “No.” I grabbed his cock and squeezed it.

    “I want it. Inside me.”

    “Are you serious?” he asked. “Yeah. I need it. Please” I pleaded.

    He rose off of me, my wet cock falling out of him and smacking my skin with a wet ‘thrap’.

    He pushed my legs back up to my chest as he positioned himself behind me. I heard the bottle of lube squirt, then heard him working the lube on himself.

    “Relax” he said reassuringly. “Just breath.” I fell a warm, wet golf ball sized object press against my already worked hole. I expected pain, but to my surprise, all I felt was a warm pressure that grew and grew in size and intensity. He steadied himself, then pushed in harder. It was then I felt everything. Pain, pleasure, pressure, the relaxation. I breathed out slowly as he slid every inch in to me.

     “Damn” he said. 

    “You’re tight as hell!”

     “It’s… my first time…” I was able to get out as I felt like every space inside me that wasn’t bone was now filed with my neighbor’s dick. I swore I felt it in my throat. 

    “You’re first time?!” he whispered. “With a guy or getting fucked?” 

    “Both” I replied. 

    “Nice” was his only reply as he started to slowly pump himself in to and out of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to study his movement. They were so fluid and graceful – at first. But he wasn’t all the way in yet. My eyes opened when I felt his balls start to slap my smooth ass. I felt as if his cock was going to pop off my head! 

    His breathing picked up more and his graceful motions were replaced with a jackhammer like rage. I could barely catch my breath as that monster of his tortured my insides, over and over and over and over. In and out and in and out. It sounds like it would be a terrible, violating feeling, but it wasn’t. It was lust. It was desire. It was wet, sexy and powerful. 

    He pushed my legs out to the side, which tightened my hole, causing me to feel him even more, which I didn’t think was possible. I reached up and grabbed his hairy pecs, which were moist with sweat. I felt his chest twitch with every thrust, his heart pounding hard. I could feel his body working together to obtain one end goal. 

    In his exuberance, he pulled completing out of me. In that moment my body felt like there was a void inside me, waiting to be filled. But, being more of a pro than I, he reached down and guided that giant cock back to where it needed to be, and he plowed back in to me. He knocked the air out of me for a few seconds. I grabbed a hand full of chest hair and pulled, trying to get him to stop, but he before he could stop, I gulp as much air as I could, but never released his chest hair. 

    He leaned down and was now on top of me, my legs high in the air, my arms collapsed between us as he ground himself in to me with small, but potent, thrusts. I curled my legs around his hairy ass and felt his butt muscles flex and release each time he tried to get in to me further. I laid there completely enthralled with this sexy neighbor, taking my cherry. 

    I could feel myself getting close (how I didn’t pop a load twenty minutes ago I had no idea!). “Oh fuck – I’m close” I screamed into his sweaty shoulder. He pushed himself up and, without missing a beat, looped my legs over his shoulders. I could feel a couple drops of sweat splatter on to my already wet stomach. Seems I’ve been oozing my own precum this whole time. 

    His speed picked back up to jackhammer levels. I hadn’t touched my own dick this whole time, so I was surprised when I felt my balls draw up. “Uhhh!” I started yelling, not caring what other neighbor heard what. My whole body twisted like I was possessed, my legs stuck straight out behind him and I unloaded the biggest load of Jerry seed I’ve ever unleashed. The first load hit my chest but the next three or four landed on my face.

    Nic pushed back off and out of me and, in an instant, while I was still shooting my load, he leaned over me and grabbed his cock. My legs were still sticking straight out behind him as the shook the last bit of sperm from my tortured body. It was then I felt another hot liquid spatter on my chest. Then another. And another. And another. I swear I heard them actually squirt out of him! He had made no noise the first four or five shots, but then, he released all his sexual tension verbally. He screamed like a man who was being tortured. I could feel his body shake as more and more hot liquid landed on me. I counted something like eleven or twelve violent jets splatter on to me as he stroked his meat. I have never seen anyone cum as much as he did that night. I not only had cum covering my entire body, but running off my sides and on to the sheets.

    He dropped his cock – it smacked against my cum covered abs. Nic braced himself above me for a couple of minutes before he came back to reality, collapsing on the bed next to me. His cock dragging his cum off of me on to the sheets and stringing between us.

    I laid this, having just had my cherry busted by my neighbor. But I didn’t feel bad or dirty. I knew that, all these years, this is what I really wanted. No, needed. No girl had ever satisfied me in any way as he just did. I knew, from this moment on, my life was going to change. There was no going back.

    I was jogged back to reality when Nic rolled over on to his side.

    “You ok?” he asked.

    “Oh yea!” I laughed. “You?”

    He dropped back to the bed. “I’ve not topped in so long I almost forgot how!”

    “Uh, no ya’ didn’t!” We both laughed.

    “I need a shower” I told him, trying to clean myself up with my tank top. “Yeah I think you do, buddy!”

    As I walked in to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. I need to have a serious talk with the girlfriend, I knew that, but all I could really think of was the amount of white liquid that covered my body. I studied how it drained down my body, relishing in the feeling of the hot liquid now cooling.

    Yeah, I really need to talk to her when she gets home!


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