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  • Alex & JJ

    Anniversary in Belize

    August

    Monday 9:30 a.m.

    Alex slowly woke to a buzzing sound in the bathroom. Getting out of bed he tugged his morning wood as he went to take a piss and found JJ at the sink trimming his chest hair and pubes with the clipper. “You’re not going to trim it down too short are you?” he asked. “Leave something there to play with.”

    “Nope” JJ replied. “Got the fat number 4 guide just to even things up a bit. But since we leave tomorrow for Belize I am going to shave my dick, balls and under my arms. Grab a razor and care to join me?” he asked.

    “You know I would” Alex responded following JJ into the shower. Finished with the shave Alex rinsed off and raised his arms. “Inspection time” he said stepping up to JJ. “Did I miss a spot or did I get it all?” he asked.

    “Nope, clean as a whistle” JJ answered with a quick lick at Alex’s pit. “How about me now?” he asked raising his arms.

    “All good” Alex said. “I can sort of understand the appeal of this to Ryan. He was telling me he likes the salty taste of the perspiration. He says when Steven is fucking he works up a pretty good sweat and Ryan likes to lick on Steven when they are cooling off after a good fuck.”

    “And how about down here?” JJ asked kneeling and taking Alex’s dick in his hand. “Are we all silky smooth? Hmmm yes indeed. Let me see if I can sense any stubble” he said taking the cock in his mouth.

    “Ooofdah, keep that up and I think I may want to fuck you” Alex said, his cock starting to stiffen responding to JJ’s attention. “Correction” he said. “Keep sucking that dick because now I know I’m going to fuck you.”

    “Works for me” JJ cooed “but I’ll tell you right now you either have to rim me and get me really good and wet or grab some lube cuz I know I’m not going to take you in my ass with a dry fuck.”

    “Then turn around and show me that hole, mister” Alex commanded spinning JJ around. Pulling his butt cheeks apart he buried his face into JJ’s ass.

    “Oh my” JJ hummed “zero in on that hole and get that tongue in there. I can’t remember the last time we fucked standing in the shower but I do remember I like it this way cuz you can hit all the right spots with that amazing dick.”

    Alex pulled his face away from JJ’s ass asking “You want a bit of a stretch?”

    “Probably, think two fingers ought to do it” JJ answered.

    Pushing his middle finger through the tight hole, Alex searched for the prostate. “Bingo” he said hearing JJ hiss. “And now for two” pushing two fingers in.

    “Okay, I’m ready” JJ said bracing himself with his hands on the shower wall. “Slow and steady please.” Feeling the head of Alex’s cock at his hole he paused. “Wait, hold still and let me back into you” JJ said pushing back against Alex. Easing back he felt his hole stretching with each added bit of pressure until the he had taken the head of Alex’s dick inside of him. “Fuck yes” he groaned, “that’s it, you’re in now. Take that ass and give me a good ride.”

    “God damn you feel so good on my dick” Alex said pushing the length of his erection in JJ. “Fuck yes, you got it all. You’ve been doing the Kagel thing cuz this ass is tight as ever” Alex said driving his cock into JJ.

    “Jeeeez you’re going in deep” JJ whispered under his breath pushing his ass back into Alex. Fuck yes, just like that. You got my spot and I’m rock hard. Play with my nips and jack me. Jerk my cock while you fuck me.”

    Complying, Alex grabbed JJ with his right hand stroking his throbbing cock while his left hand rubbed his pecs, pinching his tits, playing with the tit ring. Continuing the assault on JJ’s hole, Alex leaned in kissing and nibbling on JJ’s neck. “Like this?” he asked with a rough stab of his cock into JJ’s ass.

    “Fuck yes, just like that” JJ moaned. “Fuck me, keep fucking me, slam that dick in deep. Damn it man, you are an amazing fuck. I’m getting close. Keep fucking, jack me faster, I’m gonna shoot.” With a sudden uncontrolled spasm JJ grunted loudly as his cum painted the shower wall with a substantial amount of jizz. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, yes…. There it is” he yelled. “Don’t stop, keep jerking me. Are you close?” he asked. “I want to feel your dick exploding in my ass.”

    Biting JJ on the shoulder Alex whispered in his ear with a hot breath. “Yea, I’m real close” he said. Grabbing JJ by the hips pulling him roughly Alex again whispered in his ear, “you asked for it, I’m gonna put my load deep inside you. Can you feel me getting harder? I’m gonna cum” he said with one final stab into JJ’s hole as his cock erupted. “Fffffuck yes, take this dick, take that load, can you feel my cock cumming inside you?”

    “God yes, yes, yes” JJ panted slapping his hand on the shower wall. “Yes I can feel you shooting that load” he panted.

    Alex kept kissing and gently biting JJ’s neck and shoulders as his orgasm waned. Finally spent he slowly pulled his cock free from JJ’s anal grasp and immediately went to his knees. Pulling JJ’s butt cheeks apart he put his mouth to the gaping hole. “Push” Alex commanded. “Push that load out. I want to taste my seed coming out of you before I kiss you and share it with you.” With a soft groan JJ flexed his hole to meet Alex’s tongue and lips, expelling the load of cum. Lapping it up, Alex quickly stood pulling JJ’s face to his pushing his tongue and jizz into JJ’s mouth in a messy cum lathered kiss.

    “Fuck that is so hot” JJ whimpered. “That was a bit of a surprise but it was hot. What’s the deal with you lately anyway?” he asked. “Recently when you’re fucking me even when you bottom, you have just been on fire. We’ve been married a year now and the sex has always been great but suddenly it’s better than great. So what’s going on?”

    “I don’t know” Alex replied almost sheepishly. “I think that after this year I’m figuring out how to enjoy the sex more. It’s an on-going learning curve I guess.”

    “Well I certainly like the way you learn” JJ laughed with another kiss to Alex. “Now, grab the wand and douche me cuz I know you put a huge load in me.”

    Toweled off and dry, JJ wrapped the towel around his waist. “I’m going to make some coffee. Can I bring you one?” he asked. “Brewed or espresso?”

    “Brewed I think” Alex responded, “dark bean Kenya, please. I’ll be in the office. I want to call Steven for a last minute check in before we fly out tomorrow.

    Staying bare-ass naked, Alex sat in his office chair and called Steven.

    “Hey there friend” Ryan answered. “I know you called Steven’s number but he’s in the shower. I saw it was you so I picked up. How are you guys?” he asked. “We are so looking forward to you getting here.’

    “Us, too” Alex replied, “and that’s pretty much why we’re calling. We just wanted to check in to make sure we’re all on the same page for tomorrow.”

    JJ came into the office with their coffees surprised to see Alex sitting at the desk very naked. “JJ’s here, I’m going to put you on speaker” Alex said.

    “Hey there stud” JJ said. “Like Alex said, we are excited about coming back to the beach and to see you guys again.” Alex suddenly reached up undoing JJ’s towel. Letting it fall to the floor he began to fondle JJ’s balls hanging loose and low from the heat of their shower. Surprised but keeping silent JJ pulled up his chair next to Alex. Taking his hand, JJ kissed it then put it back on his cock for Alex to continue playing with his tool. “We’ve got a 6:00 a.m. flight out tomorrow on United so that should put us into Belize about 4:30 p.m. your time.”

    “Sounds great” Ryan said. “Steven has a late season charter tomorrow. Don’t rent a car because I will be picking you guys up at the airport. We’ll swing by our place so you can see our small apartment, then Steven wants you to take his Jeep to the beach. We both are taking the rest of the week off so plans are for us to come out to the bungalow with Betty as soon as he gets back from the charter. Oh, big news I guess. I don’t work for the state tourist department any longer. Steven unexpectedly came into a bit of an inheritance from some uncle or such which was enough for him to buy the third boat. The business just exploded this summer so I am in the office scheduling charters and managing the dive shop leaving Steven to concentrate on the charters.”

    “Wow, that is a great surprise for you guys” Alex congratulated continuing to feel up JJ pulling his foreskin back fondling the head of his dick. With a slap on his hand, JJ removed Alex’s hand placing it back on his balls.“That should work out great” Alex continued talking. “That will give us time to stop at the grocery store to stock up on the food and get settled before you guys get there.”

    “No need” Ryan said cutting Alex off. “We got the keys and permission from the property manager so Steven and I have the bungalow stocked and ready for you. Fridge and pantry are full, lots of beer and booze, gas for the grill, all you have to do is walk in the door.”

    “You didn’t have to” JJ protested. “Why would you do that?”

    “You’re kidding, right?” Ryan jokingly asked. “After everything, and I mean everything you did for us last Christmas, this was a small and comparatively insignificant way for us to try to repay you, so just shut up and say thank you. Oh, one last thing before I forget. Alex, be sure to pack that special toy.”

     

    “Well okay then, thank you” JJ countered. “That’s about it for us. We will see you tomorrow. Bye for now” he said as Alex ended the call.”You are the devil” JJ mockingly scolded Alex giving him a kiss and pinching is pierced nipple.

    “Ouch” Alex barked.

    “Serves you right” JJ laughed. “That was just mean and it will cost you. Not sure how or when but rest assured there will be a payback for that. Now put some clothes on before I throw you on the floor and rape you” he laughed. “And what was that business about bringing the special toy?” JJ asked.

    “Oh that” Alex hesitated. “Well, when they were here for Christmas, Ryan and I were talking and the conversation came around to Steven. I mentioned that after our first trip to Belize, we got the eleven inch Stevie 2.0 dildo cuz we missed Steven. He was intrigued and asked to borrow it. He wanted Steven to know what it felt like to have eleven inches of dick jammed up your ass.”

    “No shit” JJ mused. “Wish I could have been a fly on the wall to see that. I bet it was a bit of a shocker for Steven, but then again he probably has a better appreciation for the bottom he’s fucking.”

    “No doubt” Alex grinned. “Stevie 2.0 is probably still the guest room.”

    The rest of the day was filled with the last minute details making sure Jacob and Aaron were squared away to take them to the airport in the morning and to watch the house again, with pool privileges for them and any of the eight guys. JJ made sure his work load was covered at the bio tech firm. Alex talked to Carol for any last minute decisions. After a light supper their luggage was packed, including Stevie 2.0 and the harness as they crawled into bed a bit earlier than usual because of the early call tomorrow morning.

    Tuesday 4:15 a.m.

    The blaring alarm startled JJ awake. “Shit that’s loud” he complained struggling to turn it off. “Morning sunshine” he said rolling over to give Alex a kiss. “Are you gonna hit the shower?” he asked.

    “Yes” Alex yawned “but it will be a quick in and out.”

    “I’m gonna go start a pot of coffee and join you in a sec.” JJ mumbled stumbling to the kitchen naked.

    Right on time, Jacob was at the patio door at 4:55. “Hey guys, are you ready?”

    “Yup, bags are in the car so we’d better get going” Alex said.

    Pulling up to the curb at United, they unloaded the luggage. “Thanks for the early call” Alex said to Jacob. “Remember, pool is yours but nobody in the house accept for you or Aaron, right?”

    “Got it” Jacob confirmed. “You guys have fun and see you in ten days.”

    Checking in, the ticketing desk told them the plane was overbooked so they were being upgraded and bumped into first class for the entire flight to Belize.”

    “Well damn” JJ mocked. “And I was so looking forward to eight hours in business coach. What a way to start the trip back to Belize.”

    The first class flight was uneventful and the time seemed to pass quickly as they were on the final approach to land. Claiming their luggage they stepped to the curb. Hearing a horn honk their attention was drawn to Ryan as he jumped out of the Jeep and jogged to meet them. “Oh my god it is so good to see you again” he said enthusiastically giving them each a warm hug. “Let me help with the luggage” he said tossing the bags into the Jeep. “I know you’re anxious to get to the bungalow so we’ll drop me off, take a quick peek at the apartment and you can be on your way.” Parking at the dive shop Ryan led them up the stairs to the side entrance. “Well this is our place” he said motioning in a Panavision circle. “Not huge but it is certainly more than comfy enough for the two of us.”

    “So what happened that you left the tourism gig?” Alex asked.

    “Oh that” Ryan grinned. “When Steven bought the third boat he was so booked ahead for charters we sat down and did the math and realized it worked out better for me to quit and work the charters. We can actually pay me more than what I was making working for the state. Although it’s not a real paycheck anymore as all the profits go into an account and Steven does a monthly draw which covers both of what would be our earnings, all very boring but it all works out for the better.” Tossing the keys to JJ he said “Here ya go. Steven called in to say he would be home by 6:00. I have all our gear loaded in Betty ready to go so we’ll head out as soon as he docks.”

    Checking the key ring JJ saw the space needle charm. “Hey, is this the space needle charm from when Steven got his first piercing?” he asked.

    “It is” Ryan confirmed. “When we did our matching piercings he put the charm on his key ring so every day he would see it and think of you guys.”

    “Nice touch” Alex said feeling appreciated.

    “Okay off you go” Ryan said giving them more hugs. “See you in a bit.”

    Parked in front of the bungalow with luggage in tow they unlocked the front door and went in. “Oh wow, it’s good to be back” Alex commented. “Hey, the living room furniture is new and look, a television. That would explain the satellite dish on the side yard. And we got beach chairs and new mats.”

    “Look at this” JJ said cruising the kitchen opening the pantry and fridge. “Stocked it they did” he said. “Steaks, chicken, a massive amount of veggies and the bar is full. We got Jack Daniels, cokes, Stoly, Chivas. Dear god they went all out, almost like they are glad to see us” he said facetiously.

    “I’m gonna unpack, get into some shorts and fix a drink while we wait for Steven and Ryan.” Disappearing into the bedroom, Alex returned after a few minutes barefoot, shirtless and wearing a pair of thin knit gym shorts.

    “Just look at you” JJ said eyeing Alex. “All hot and sexy free-balling in those skimpy shorts showing off your goods hanging long, loose and full of juice.”

    “Jealous” Alex laughed grabbing himself, squeezing the bulge of his package.

    “We shall see” JJ countered heading for the bedroom to unpack. JJ came back to the kitchen wearing cutoffs cut short enough to barely cover his man-bits hanging to the left. “Well, what do you think?” he asked.

    “Nicely done” Alex confirmed, “I spy an equally large commando bump” he grinned. “Drinks to the hammock” Alex said handing JJ a glass.

    “Yes indeed” JJ agreed heading to the porch, drink in hand.

    Snuggling in the hammock, Alex found a way to keep his balance in the hammock with his leg off to the side so he could push off and swing. Gently swinging, JJ suddenly whispered “Shhh, hear that?” he asked listening intently. In the far distance he could hear the soft roar of a power boat. “I think that is Betty” he said. “There’s only one boat that sounds like that. The sound got louder and suddenly Betty came into view running full throttle skimming the surface. Seeing Ryan waving vigorously, they waved back as Steven banked a hard turn causing a curtain of spray to shoot off the side of the boat. “Show off” Alex chuckled as the boat beached onto the sand. Steven and Ryan hastily jumped out of the boat jogging up the beach to the porch. Getting out of the hammock they greeted Steven with a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.

    “So you made it” Steven beamed. “We have been looking forward to this for what seems like forever and here you are. Let me look at you two” he said giving them each an ogling head to toe look. “Handsome and sexy as ever.”

    “And still wearing clothes” Ryan interrupted. “We need to get you guys naked” he said stripping off his suit letting his cock and balls hang free from the tight confines of the speed-o bikini. He quickly unbuttoned JJ’s cut-offs and tugged them down as Steven shed his lace front trunks and yanked the shorts off of Alex. “Much better” Ryan said rubbing his hands on JJ’s hairy chest. “Wait, arms up for a pit check” he said pushing JJ’s arms up. “Awesome” he cooed, “You did shave just for me didn’t you? So now that you’re both here, I’m feeling a bit randy so what does a horny gay guy have to do around here to get a fat cock up his ass and get fucked?” he asked.

    “What’s the magic word?” JJ slyly chided with Ryan.

    “What do you want to hear, ‘please’ or how about ‘now would be good’, whichever one of those will get the job done” he replied.

    “Either of those will work” JJ laughed kissing Ryan grabbing his stiffening cock. “Hold that thought and I will be right back” JJ teased scurrying to the bedroom to retrieve the lube. Coming back to the porch he saw Ryan bent over jacking himself while Alex rimmed him just as Steven was behind Alex rimming him jacking Alex’s cock as well as his own. “Well you certainly didn’t waste any time” JJ laughed. “So how do we want to do this?” he asked.

    “Steven and Ryan had an idea” Alex said taking his mouth from Ryan’s ass. “The hammock looks to be at just the right for Ryan and I to be on our backs, you and Steven on your knees and we get sling fucked side by side.”

    “Like Uncle Willies’ wild ride” Ryan smiled. “That’s what we called it when we would fuck around with Andre. He had a sling and every so often he would set it up and we would get all crazy playing in the sling. We just sort of started calling it Uncle Willies’ wild ride. Okay slick” Ryan said standing up. “You and me on the hammock” he said kissing his tongue into Alex. “Have you ever been fucked in a sling?” he asked lying down beside Alex, their bodies touching.

    “We’ve done a lot of different things” Alex replied “but never in a sling.”

    “Fasten your seatbelt mister cuz Steven really likes the sling and he’s good at it so you’re in for one hell-uv-a good fucking.”

    On their knees, JJ and Steven positioned themselves to Alex and Ryan lying on the hammock, all four cocks now fully erect and standing proud. Steven suddenly fell forward onto Alex taking his face in his hands. Kissing him, his tongue stabbing into Alex, Steven whispered, “I hope you’re ready for this cuz I’m gonna fuck you until you forget you’re on planet earth.” Starting at his neck, Steven left a trail of kisses to Alex’s chest, sucking and nibbling each of his tits, his teeth tugging at the nipple ring. He kissed his abs working his way to the navel, lips tugging at the treasure trail there and below until his chin touched the tip of Alex’s erection. Steven licked the length of Alex’s cock before swallowing it to the back of his throat making Alex gasp. Raising his legs, Steven licked the puckered hole leaving a glob of spit there. Lifting his legs higher he put Alex’s ankles on his shoulders. Spreading his ass open, Steven put the head of his cock at the hole. “Ready or not, here I come” Steven said and with one gentle push the head of his dick pierced through the tightness of Alex and was inside him.

    “Grab your ankles and lift those legs” JJ commanded to Ryan. “Show me that firm jock ass and that tight little rose pucker that’s gonna take this dick.” Holding his legs up Ryan exposed his butt and fuck hole to JJ. “Fuck yes” JJ cooed as he watched Ryan flex his pucker. “Damn, you really want it.”

    “Hell yes I want it” Ryan barked. “I’ve wanted you to be fucking me again ever since that night at Paradise. You don’t know how bad this ass wants your dick.”  

    “Then you shall have it” JJ affirmed. Making certain both the hole and his dick were sufficiently lubed, he put the head of his cock at Ryan’s flexing hole and pushed just enough to feel it begin to stretch, Pulling Ryan’s ass wide open JJ again pushed feeling his cock break through the initial tightness. Ryan let out a soft groan and instinctively flexed his hole quickly adjusting to the size of the invading erection as JJ continued to slide more of his cock into him.

    With their cocks firmly embedded, Steven turned to look at JJ. “It’s great when you have one guy in a sling, but this tandem sling could be tricky” he said. “Let’s take is slow, short strokes and when we find the sync that’s when the real fucking can begin” he said, the two of them nodding in agreement. With a gently push forward, the hammock swung away pulling the cocks part way out of their asses, then swung back pushing the cocks back inside.

    “Oh my god” Alex whispered aloud. “That’s weird, fucking great but weird.”

    “I know, right” Ryan said grinning at Alex. Leaning in, Ryan reached over pulling Alex to his lips shoving his tongue into his mouth. “You ain’t felt nothing yet. It only gets better, much, much better from here on in” Ryan said.

    Quickly, JJ and Steven found the rhythm to push the hammock away letting it swing back into them, their cocks easily sliding in and out of Ryan and Alex. “It’s a different way to have your cock fucking in someone’s ass but just as good” Steven said to JJ. Keeping the motion steady they would push and let the swing of the hammock do the work. “Kiss me” Steven said leaning over to JJ, his tongue out waiting for JJ to take it in his mouth. Giving each other passionate kisses swapping tongues Steven whispered, “How about we finger fuck each other while we’re doing the deed in these guys?” Saying nothing, JJ reached for the bottle of lube wetting each of their middle fingers. Reaching behind Steven, JJ ran his finger into his ass. Feeling his puckered hole he rubbed it gently then slid his finger in feeling the warmth inside. As Steven did the same, he simply hummed his appreciation feeling JJ caress his prostate.

    “Damn this feels so good” Alex moaned. “I can feel all of Steven’s cock sliding into me” he said grabbing his cock stroking himself.

    “Let me help you with that” Ryan said pushing Alex’s hand away taking the dick in his own. Alex took the hint grabbing hold of Ryan as they stroked each other off while gently swinging on and off of the cocks in their asses.

    After several minutes of JJ making out with Steven, fingers in each other’s ass teasing at their prostates JJ broke from the kiss. “This has all been great” he said “but my dick is telling me it’s time for some serious fucking on this guy.” Leaning forward resting his arms on Ryan’s chest, JJ put his face up close to Ryan. “How about it mister?” he asked giving Ryan a hard jab with his cock. “Are you ready to get fucked? You want me to ram your ass with this dick?”

    Pulling JJ to his lips he kissed him hard jamming his tongue into his mouth. “You bet. I’ve been waiting for you and this big cock of yours to be inside me fucking my ass again since we left Seattle eight months ago” Ryan answered bucking his ass up onto JJ’s cock. “Give me that dick hard and deep. I want you to take this ass and own it.” Grasping Ryan at his shoulders, holding the hammock still, JJ gave Ryan several hard stabs driving his cock into him. “Ahhh yes, there it is” Ryan moaned with pleasure. “Damn, that’s a big dick but keep going just like that. You know how I like it” he said pushing his ass up to meet JJ’s thrusts.

    Steven held Alex by his hips and shoved the length of his dick into him feeling his pubes brush against his balls. “Holy fuck that’s deep” Alex gasped. “Good god that feels great but it’s so deep.” Steven continued impaling Alex on his hard cock, pulling him into his hard thrusts.

    “You think that’s deep” Steven said, “Spread those cheeks and let me in there and I’ll show you what deep is.” Driving is dick harder into Alex he held it there gyrating his hips, his hard cock stirring inside Alex like a giant swizzle stick making him squirm and moan with the pleasure of the long dick inside him.

    Grasping his butt cheeks, Alex spread himself wide giving Steven total access. Steven pulled his hard cock out slowly to the tip then slid it back into the warm depths inside Alex. “Oh god yes” Alex encouraged. “Long stroke that dick into me nice and slow. Let me feel every bit of your cock moving in and out of me.” Holding Alex by the ankles, Steven began to slowly penetrate and withdraw in and out of the hole grasping at his cock. “Ffffuuuuck yeeessss” Alex whispered as he took hold of his hard erection and started jacking himself. “Just like that” Alex begged. “Holy fuck that is intense. That fabulous dick of yours is making my ass feel so good. Keep fucking me just like that. You’re riding my cum button and I’m working up a nice load for you.”

    JJ lifted Ryan’s legs, bringing his ankles to his shoulders. Leaning forward resting his arms on Ryan’s chest, JJ fucked his cock into him harder and faster. “Damn it man, that sweet ass feels so amazing taking my cock” he said continuing with long rapid strokes into Ryan’s tight fuck hole. “I do enjoy fucking you and what you can do to me when I am deep inside you.”

    “Hell yes, dude” Ryan whispered. “Give me that dick. Stuff my ass and fill me up. You’re making my cock rock hard, it feels like if I don’t cum soon my balls are going to explode. Keep fucking me just like that or even a little harder cuz I’m getting close.” With those words of encouragement, JJ quickened his pace pounding into Ryan. “”Oh fuck yes” Ryan rasped. Holding his hands to JJ’s face Ryan begged, “Look at me, look me in the eye. I want to be looking at you when I cum and when you put that load inside me. Look at me, you’re gonna make be cum. You’re fucking the cum out of me just by being inside me. Oh god yes” he hissed. “I’m gonna blow my load, I can feel it.” Keeping his grip on JJ’s face Ryan bit his lower lip and grunted hoarsely, “Fuck yes, here it is, I’m cumming!” he softly yelped as his cock jerked wildly spewing long jets of cum onto his stomach. “Holy fuck man” he panted. “Keep fucking me, I’m still cumming. Either that or I’m cumming again, just keep fucking me” he demanded as he shot four more wads of cum. Pulling JJ to him, he kissing him sucking JJ’s tongue into his mouth nipping at it, chewing on his lower lip. “Fuck yes, stay in me. I want to feel your cock throbbing inside me when you cum.”

    Keeping his gaze on Ryan, JJ felt his orgasm building fucking into him harder and faster when suddenly he was over the edge. Ramming his cock deep into Ryan he came blasting a shot of his load with each deliberate thrust. Panting, he fell onto Ryan kissing him, tongues dueling. “Fucking hell that was amazing. You are one hell-uv-a fuck” he whispered into his ear leaving his cock embedded in the cum-soaked warmth of Ryan’s gut. Gaining his composure, JJ let his waning erection slip free from Ryan’s hold. Looking to the side they watched as Steven continued pounding into Alex. With a sly grin, JJ leaned to Ryan’s ear and whispered. “I got an idea” he said barely audible. Suddenly JJ stood scooping some of Ryan’s cum from his stomach. With a nod, he signaled to Ryan to implement his plan.

    Stepping in close behind Steven, JJ kissed him on the neck. Breathing into Steven’s ear JJ said “We’re gonna help you guys. Ryan’s gonna go down on Alex and suck that hard dick. I’m gonna love on you kissing you and maybe give you a hickey on your neck and play with your tits. Then I am gonna put my cummy finger in your ass and work you until you nut your load and shoot that cum into Alex.” Not waiting for a response, JJ pressed his finger to Steven’s back side. His fingers searching and finding the target, he quickly inserted the middle finger into Steven just as Ryan leaned over Alex taking the throbbing cock in his mouth swallowing him entirely.

    “Oh bloody fucking hell” Alex roared caught completely off guard with the added attention. “God yes, suck that cock, deep throat that dick, please.”

    Steven turned his face to kiss JJ, encouraging the fingering in his ass. “Fuck yes, that feels so good” he cooed to JJ. “Stay with me. Get that finger inside there and work on my button. This won’t take long. I was already ramping up and getting close.” With the added pleasure sensation of the finger in his ass and fucking Alex’s tight hole Steven’s breathing became more rapid. “Oh fuck yes, here it comes” he warned. “Shit, shit, shit, fffuuuuuuck” he bellowed as the first wave of his climax hit making his cock twitch and throb as he came splaying eight full blasts of jizz into Alex.

    “Suck my dick” Alex commanded to Ryan. “Oh fuck, Steven, I can feel your dick cumming in me. I can feel you throbbing and blowing your load. Oh hell yes, I’m gonna cum” he grunted. “Keep fucking me, please. Suck that dick. Fffuuucking hell, here it is, I’m cumming” he moaned shooting his load into Ryan’s mouth. “Suck that dick, take me, swallow that load” Alex gasped. “Stay in me, Steven” he demanded. “Stay in me and keep fucking me, please.” Ryan kept his mouth on Alex as he came, filling his mouth with more cum than he could hold without rapidly swallowing.

    “I think it’s time for us to hit the shower” JJ said to Ryan. “We’ll clean up and then fire up the grill. Dress code for the rest of the day is jock straps just to change things up a bit.”

    Coming out of the bathroom in their jocks they found Alex and Steven kissing and making out in the hammock. “Okay you two, knock it off” JJ admonished them. “It’s your turn in the shower. I’ll fire up the grill. We have lots of food so think about it and let me know what you want.”

    “Ryan and I will split a steak between us or the chicken breasts are huge, we will split on of those. Veggies, we like a lot of veggies.” Steven said. “Ryan found this blog where this guy writes about health issues and educational topics specific to gay men. He includes some hot porn pictures that are fun to look at but nothing is better than what I get to look at and appreciate at home. What we learned was diet effects the taste of your cum. We adjusted our diet to see if it was fact of fiction. Turns out to be true. We’ve never had an issue with each others’ cum, but after a month of less meat and more fruits and veggies we both noticed the difference and the taste is even better. We’re not total vegetarian but we have cut way back on the meat, especially the red meats.”

    “That is really interesting” JJ said. “If it really works Alex and I are in for that. So how about a petite serving of chicken and you choose the veggies.”

    After supper it was an evening of watching netflix, husbands snuggling on the couches, jocks bulging in various states of arousal until retiring for the evening.

    Wednesday 7:00 a.m.

    JJ stirred awake. Smelling coffee he headed for the kitchen to see Ryan standing at the stove naked. He stood quietly admiring the view.

    “I know you’re there, I can hear you breathing” Ryan said turning to look. “Good morning JJ, I was just thinking about you.”

    Stepping up behind him, JJ wrapped his arms around Ryan, with a hug kissed him on the neck. “Good thoughts I hope, and good morning to you. What a beautiful way to start the morning to be admiring you all buffed up and naked” kissing his neck again. “I think I’m just a bit envious of Steven” he said.

    “I don’t follow” Ryan said quizzically. “Why would you envy Steven?”

    “Well damn it man” JJ said. “It’s obvious you two are really good for each other. He has great skill in running his charters and executing a long term business plan. You are really a bright guy, sharp wit, great business sense and a total extrovert when it comes to dealing with people, much more so than Alex or me. All of that and then there’s this gorgeous body.” Nuzzling into his neck JJ reached around Ryan putting his hands on his chest. “These pecs are amazing with these pert nipples” he said tweaking each of them, tugging at the nipple ring. “And these abs, a total six pack with a super sexy treasure trail that leads to this” cupping Ryan’s genitals. “A great pair of balls that can put out an amazing amount of cum, and this dick, holy fuck, this dick” he said tugging it pulling the foreskin back feeling it growing semi-hard to his touch. “This dick is absolute perfection when you are hard. And this back” moving his hands to Ryan’s shoulders. “Strong square shoulders, defined lats, I know, gymnast” he chuckled. “And this tiny slim waist and finally there’s this perfect tight ass, buns of steel, toned muscle that is rock solid, not like a jiggling bag of pudding. This perfect butt hiding the best prize of all, a tight sexy bud of a hot fuck hole” he said stroking his finger into the crack of Ryan’s ass. “And what’s this?” he asked feeling the dampness at his ass hole. “Is that fresh cum I am feeling? You just got fucked, didn’t you?” he asked.

    “Hmmmm could be” Ryan smiled, turning his face to JJ, kissing him, his tongue licking at his lips. “Steven woke up horny and hard so he took me. He ravaged my ass and fucked me silly like a boy toy whore and promptly went back to sleep. Just another morning of fuck him and forget him” Ryan laughed.

    “I know you’re joking but there are times it can feel like that” JJ smiled returning Ryan’s kisses. “You said you were thinking about me. Anything you feel like sharing with me?” he asked.

    “For sure” Ryan replied taking the French toast out of the skillet to a plate. “I was thinking about yesterday when we were in the hammock” Ryan said turning to JJ putting his arms around his neck. “You were fucking me and I shot my load hands free without jacking my dick. You literally fucked the cum out of me. It happens every so often with Steven when we fuck and he hits me in all the right spots. Those are the most intense orgasm when you’re getting such a good fucking your dick spontaneously explodes and you blow your cum load.”

    “I will take that as a high compliment” JJ said kissing Ryan again.

    “And well you should” Ryan agreed. “It was meant as a compliment. Sex and fucking with Steven is always amazing but when you and I are going at it it’s a different kind of wonderful. The same can be said with Alex. There are subtle differences with each guy you’re having sex with which makes it interesting. So would you like to share some of my French toast?”

    “No thank you” JJ answered. “I think what I would really like to have for breakfast is standing right in front of me, kissing me and getting hard because I know this is making me stand at attention” he said taking both of their growing cocks in his hand stroking them together.

    “Do tell” Ryan giggled with a wet kiss his tongue darting into JJ’s mouth. “Steven is passed out after our morning romp but what about Alex?” he asked.

    “Alex had a wee bit more to drink than the rest of us so it will be a while before he surfaces to face the day. So how about it?” he asked pulling Ryan’s butt open, caressing his damp hole with a finger. “I see Steven left you very wet and you’re still loose and stretched open. Shall we give it a go here in the kitchen?”

    “Absolutely” Ryan agreed bending over resting his arms on the kitchen table. “Pop that big piece of man-meat in my ass and have at me” he said wiggling his butt encouraging and teasing JJ. Now totally hard, he stepped in behind Ryan pulling his cheeks open to admire his ass hole. “God yes, just look at that pink pucker just begging to get punched. That has to be one of the best most perfect fuck holes.” Rubbing the head of his cock at Ryan’s hole ready and flexing, JJ pushed forward, easily penetrating the freshly fucked hole feeling the warmth and slickness of Steven’s cum still inside him. “Jesus yes” Ryan hissed reaching behind him spreading his butt cheeks apart. “Fuck yes, get that dick in there long slow and deep just like yesterday.”

    Leaning forward, JJ pressed his body to Ryan’s back as he drove his cock into him. “Like this?” he asked stabbing his hard cock back into Ryan. Kissing the back of his neck, JJ kept pounding into Ryan. Standing up, JJ pulled the cheeks apart again and watched as his cock slid in and out of Ryan’s ass. “That is just too fucking hot watching your ass take my dick” JJ mused. “Damn it Ryan, you feel soooo good on my cock.”

    “And you feel so good being inside of me again” he replied. “Hold still, I want to fuck myself with that dick” Ryan said as he pushed himself back taking JJ deep. “Fuck yes, let me work that beautiful piece of you in and out of me.” After a few minutes Ryan stopped. “I got an idea, let’s try something else” he offered. Standing up he put his arms around JJ’s neck holding him tight. “Pick me up, lift my ass up and fuck me standing up.”

    “This could be fun” JJ grinned as Ryan threw his legs up around JJ’s waist. Hooking his arms under his legs, JJ lifted Ryan holding his ass.

    “Kiss me” Ryan insisted pulling JJ to him. “Kiss me. Get that prick back inside me and kiss me. I want to suck that tongue while you fuck me.” Quickly obeying he request, JJ put his cock back to Ryan’s hole and entered him again. “Oh fuck yes” Ryan moaned. “Just like that, you’re hitting me right on the money spot” he mumbled through a mouth full of tongue. Trading tongues with passionate kisses JJ kept ramming his cock upward into Ryan bouncing on the hard cock in his ass. “Holy shit this feels so good” Ryan panted. “Let me know when you need a break. You can lay down and I will ride you on the table.”

    JJ lasted for a few minutes holding Ryan, fucking him holding him. Eventually he stepped back to lay back on the table.

    “Okay slick” he said, “Time to finish me off. I can feel it getting close.” Taking the cue, Ryan squatted himself hard onto JJ working his ass rocking himself back and forth feeling the hard cock stir him inside as his cock flopped up and down slapping into JJ’s abs.

    “Oh god” Ryan hissed, holding JJ tight around his neck. “I’m getting close. You’re doing it again. You’re fucking the cum out of me and I’m gonna blow my load.” Fucking himself harder and faster on JJ, Ryan fell forward kissing JJ again, pushing his tongue into JJ’s mouth. “Oh fuck, here it is” Ryan grunted. “I’m cumming” he moaned as his orgasm hit, shooting five massive ropes of cum between them. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yesssss. Keep fucking me JJ. Give me that load. Cum in me and put your load in there with Steven’s.”

    “Fuck yes, I’ll give it to you” JJ said fucking Ryan harder. “Getting close, almost there, and here it is” JJ grunted, his dick convulsing as he emptied his load into Ryan. “Fuck you, take that load” JJ softly yelled stabbing into Ryan with each shot of his jizz.

    Holding each other for a few moments as their orgasms waned, Ryan finally moved off of JJ feeling the two loads of cum start to run out of his gaping hole running down his balls, dripping onto the floor with a soft splat. “Holy shit JJ” he whispered. “That’s twice in a row. You are just one awesome fuck. With the load Steven put in me, and you obviously had a big load, I couldn’t keep it all inside” he said looking at the puddle of cum on the floor. “We seem to have made quite a mess. Let me wipe this up and how about we hit the shower and clean ourselves up before Steven or Alex wake up?”

    “Sounds like a fun plan” JJ agreed heading to the bathroom.

    As Ryan and JJ finished eating, Steven came into the kitchen. “Good morning guys” he said, scratching at his balls as he headed for the coffee pot. “Alex not up yet?” he asked. “I thought may after breakfast we could take Betty out and do some tubing.”

    “That sounds fun” JJ said. “Let me go check on Alex and see how he’s feeling this morning.” Entering the bedroom JJ saw Alex sleeping, the sheet pulled down barely covering his morning wood. Sitting on the edge of the bed JJ rubbed Alex on his check gently waking him. “Good morning Worm. How you doing this morning? How’s the hangover headache?” he asked.

    “Good morning my love” Alex responded taking JJ’s hand in his. “Surprisingly I don’t have a headache or a hangover which is a small wonder considering how much I had to drink last night. So what time is it?” he asked.

    “Going on eight thirty. We’re all up and have had breakfast. Steven suggested to go tubing this morning if you’re up to it. What should I tell him?”

    “Tubing sounds like fun. I’ll be up and out in a few minutes. I’ll be ready to go after a coffee and something to eat.”

    After Alex finished his breakfast Steven announced, “Okay, time for some tubing. You guys can both swim, right?” he asked.

    “Yes” JJ and Alex answered at the same time. “Do we need our suits on or are we gonna tube in the raw?” he asked causing Ryan to snicker.

    “Neither of you have been tubing, have you?” he asked knowing the answer. JJ and Alex nodding ‘no’ Ryan continued. “You are in for a treat, this is what’s going to happen. You’re gonna get on the tube and hang on to the hand strap as if your life depends on it, cuz it kinda does. You’re in for a bouncy rough ride that will feel like somebody is beating the snot out of you. I will guarantee that you will wipe out and fly off the tube so you may as well be tubing naked because the wipe out would likely rip your swim suit off of you anyway” he laughed. “It’s fun, but you feel like you’ve been beat to hell.”

    Climbing into the boat, Ryan pushed the boat off the beach into the water. “I need to light her up and let the engines get warm” Steven said as he turned the ignition key. With a shudder the twin screw 427 Corvette engines came to life with a deafening roar. “Holy fuck” Alex exclaimed. “That’s a lot of engine!”

    “You have no idea” Steven grinned with a beaming all-knowing smile. “At full throttle this lady will run like a bitch wolf in heat at 85 knots. That’s like 97 miles an hour land speed so take a seat, grab your ass and hang on to your hats. I have to keep Betty at half throttle for tubing unless I want to kill somebody. Don’t worry, I won’t kill you” he laughed. Putting Betty in gear Steven throttled up and hit the gas as the bow reared up out of the water before planning off, the g-force throwing Alex and JJ back into their seats. After about twenty minutes Steven throttled down to idle in neutral and let the boat drift. “Okay Ry, time to get in the water and take these newbies on the ride of their lives. You go out first and show them how it’s done” Steven slyly grinned. Ryan secured the tow rope and paddled out climbing onto the tube gripping the hand holds. Signaling he was ready Steven put the boat in gear and went to half throttle.

    “Can he steer the tube?” JJ asked.

    “Kinda yes, kinda no” Steven answered. “You can lean left of right and drag your feet to try but you’re mostly at the mercy of the guy driving the boat. Steven would steer the boat in gentle turns left and right as Alex and JJ watched Ryan skimming over the wakes back and forth. Suddenly Ryan gave a hand signal to the boat.

    “What’s that signal?” Alex asked. “He’s spinning his finger like a helicopter.”

    “He wants to crack the whip” Steven told them. “He wants me to do a tight turn and sling him around. If we do it right he will be moving fast enough to actually come around and end up in front of the boat. Give him three signals” Steven told JJ. “Signal the helicopter, an ‘okay’, point to his right and then watch. He will get a tighter grip and lean to his left.” JJ signaled and sure enough, Ryan changed his grip tighter and leaned left. Steven started a left turn steering tighter and tighter. Alex and JJ watched as Ryan popped over the wake moving faster and faster. They watched jaw dropped as Ryan gained enough speed to actually be passing the boat when suddenly the tube caught the top of a wave and went airborne six or seven feet up turning up side down.

    “Holy shit, he’s flying” JJ yelled. Steven turned just in time to see Ryan let go of the tube and hit the water with a huge splash.

    “That one is gonna hurt” Steven laughed. “Keep an eye on him. He’ll give you a thumbs up if he’s okay.” Ryan popped to the surface letting them know he was okay then motioned with his hand like he was cutting his throat.

    “What does that mean, cutting his throat?” Alex asked.

    “He’s done for now and wants to take a break” Steven answered. “That was a hard wipe out and it probably knocked the wind out of him.” Slowing down, Steven steered the boat back to pick up Ryan.

    “That was totally awesome” Ryan said as he climbed up the stern ladder. “I was doing great until I caught air on that wave. Who’s next?” he asked.

    “I’ll give it a go” Alex said “but none of this whip cracking business, okay?”

    “You got it” Steven chuckled. “I’m not mean enough to put that kind of a dick-move on someone their first time out on a tube.” For the next hour or so Alex and JJ took turns on the tube with a couple of spills as they learned how to navigate over the wakes.

    “I want to try something” Ryan suggested. “All three of us on the tube with JJ on the bottom cuz he’s the tallest. Alex you’re in the middle and I’m on top.” Getting into their final position Ryan signaled they were ready to go. Steven eased into the throttle taking a series of easy banks left and right throwing the tube back and forth over the wakes. After a while Ryan caught Steven’s attention giving him a series of signals getting a thumbs up response from Steven. “Okay fellas, it’s time to crack the whip” Ryan said.

    “Oh hell no” Alex protested. “You promised, no whip.”

    “Wrong-o pansy ass” Ryan countered. “I didn’t promise you jack shit. You’ll have to take that up with Steven. Anyway, it’s too late now. I gave Steven the ‘go’ sign for a whip. As far as he knows you two changed your minds and want to give the whip a try so hold tight, we’re going to the right.” Cresting the wake Alex and JJ felt the increase in speed. As Steven tightened the turn they watched as they accelerated passing to the front of the boat, both Alex and JJ screaming in a combination of exhilaration and terror. As they came around the front of Betty, keeping the tow rope tight, Steven banked hard right making the tube accelerate even more coming back to the wake behind the boat.

    “Whooo-Hooo” Ryan yelled. “Fuck yes, a full 360, that’s doesn’t happen often.” Back in the boat Ryan complimented Steven. “That was some impressive bit of driving” he said.

    “You certainly made an impression on me, you lying rat bastard” Alex joked faking a punch at Steven’s shoulder. “Like the scariest ride at the carnival. If it wasn’t so exciting, I’d want to beat the crap out of you. I’m done for today and I’m hungry. Let’s go do lunch.”

    Lunched finished, Steven and JJ were lazing on the porch, Steven in the hammock, JJ in the basket chair each of them absent-mindedly fondling themselves playing with their dicks when Ryan and Alex came out with fins and snorkel gear. “Where you guys off to?” Steven asked.

    “Ryan wants to swim down the coast to what he calls table rock” Alex said.

    “Oh really” Steven commented with a raised eyebrow. “That should be fun.”

    JJ and Steven watched as the two swam off disappearing around the point. “So what’s this table rock that Ryan wants him to see?” JJ asked.

    “Table rock is a huge natural rock formation that is perfectly flat and only exposed at low tide.” Steven answered. “That would explain Ryan checking the tide schedule when we were out tubing.” Getting out of the hammock, Steven went inside, returning a few minutes later carrying the gallon cooler and a beach chair. “I’m thinking I want to take these screwdrivers and a low ride chair and go sit on the beach. Care to join me?” he asked.

    “Sure thing” JJ replied reaching for another chair.

    “Leave it. I think we can figure out a way to make do with the one chair” he said with a wink and sly grin. “You bring the cups and the small plastic side table. Setting the chair on the sand Steven sat patting his lap. “Come here stud, you can sit here and we can drink, talk and just snuggle.”

    “Loving that plan” JJ agreed sitting down nestling back into Steven.

  • Three new friends with gay inclinations

    I had travelled to the city of Saskatoon to attend a conference related to a new work contract. The coffee break in the afternoon I met Mat a early 20’s man and a 40 something man named Gary. We hit it off and sat together for the last part of the day. When we we leaving Gary said “Hey I have a bottle in my room “.

    I replied ,”Great!”. When the three go us got to his floor I stopped and purchased a couple of bags of chips. We started talking about the hot women at our meeting. This carried on to what body parts we liked best. Was it tits or ass?

    After a couple of drinks Gary asked if we wanted to was porn. He turned on some straight man woman porn. Gay and I were sitting on the bed and Mat on a chair. We had another drink when Gary remarked what a beautiful cock the man had! I replied yah it is ok. Mat was more impressed saying “if I was a girl I know what I could do with that cock! “

    Not thinking I mumbled “what would you do!?”

    Mat replied “you know!”

    The movie ended and Gary jumps up. What do you want to watch now?

    He reads the names including several gay movies. Surprise us was my response.

    The movie starts and Gary shouts Woops I think I clicked the wrong movie. It was a gay movie. May remarks “I guess it is too late now, we might as well watch it.” I said I hope it doesn’t turn you two into homos. Gary reached over my leg for more chips. He touched my leg reaching for the. Chips. No one said anything. Mat asks why do men in porn have huge cocks?

    Gary replied that he did not notice. I corrected him saying “everyone knows the men in gay porn have huge cocks. Gary asked how I knew men in porn have big cocks. I now moved the bag of chips on my stomach to be easier for me to eat. Mat reached over Gary to get some chips. He slips and his right had is right on my semis hard cock. He pushes up by not moving his hand. Mat is standing next to the bed. Sorry, you have a pretty good size cock too!

    I had to piss. Gary explains that he can not hold it any longer and rushes into the bathroom. He is pissing in the toilet with me.

    mat was right you do have a very big cock. I had already looked but pretended I had not. I bent over and looked. Gary’s cock was out of his jeans about 6 inches and the head was two inches across. 

    I said “Get that thing away before I do something you might not like . He turned and I bumped tight against his soft ass. We returned to the room laughing. Both talking about the other man’s cock size. Mat walked over to the drinks with me and Gary giving him a bear hug. What are you to up to? We want to know how big your cock is. 

    Mat had the body of a quarterback but declined the offer. I think we had had too much to drink so Gary and I pulled out our cocks. Gary asks “have you guys ever sucked cock. My cock was straight out and I said NO ( (which was a big non truth big time) Gary then reached around mat and down to his hard cock. He does not holding it and Zmat does not object. 

    Gary drops to his knees and unzips Mats jeans. Mat and I just watch as Gary pulls out Mats cock and sucks it into his gingery mouth. Looking at Gary sucking that beautiful cock was too much. I was on my knees pushing Gary’s off Mat’s cock. I wanted that cock so bad. I sucked all 6 inches into my mouth and just keeped sucking. 

    Gary had Mat’s jeans down with both hand on Mats perfectly rounded ass. We both sucked like we we young calves. Mat finally says “I think it is my turn boys. All three of us on the bed Mat is sucking on my cock, working my cockhead with great skill. Gary is still in love with Mat’s bone. Three supposedly straight guys sucking totally in heaven. 

    Mat is first to break the suck fest. He his on my back with his cock pushing my ass crack. I can feel it pushing on my rosebud. Gary’s cock is in my mouth and Mat and Gary are kissing like lovers. It’s going in slowly and steady. Then it’s all in and I am in homo heaven. I am sucking like a hunger calf . Gary’s cock is going with my nose tight to his perfectly shaved area above his cock. Then it is out to the magnificent mushroom head and back all the way in. Mat is working my ass. I am trying to help by pushing my ass high in the air.

    I can feel Gary is about to cum. He is holding and pushing my head all the way in . I can feel beautiful cum going down my throat. He eases of my head and my lips are tight around that mushroom head. Every push more cum blasting to the back of my mouth. I do not want this to end. My mouth is full of cock and cum and my ass is full of cock.

    I love fat cock and hope cock is your lover too. 


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  • Jockstrap Shopping

    “What else do you need?” I asked Trevor. We’d been shopping for an hour or so. Trevor is my very good friend Angela’s son, I’ve been in his life since he was a child. Angela was working a lot of doubles and had asked me to take him shopping, which I was happy to do: I liked spending time with Trevor, even more so now that he was basically an adult.  

    “Uh, just one other thing,” Trevor said, seeming embarrassed, which was unlike him. “Coach says I need to get a jockstrap.”  

    “Oh, sure,” I said.  I was surprised to find that the suggestion of my hunky charge in a jockstrap had quickened my pulse. Trevor played football and baseball, and he had the body for it. He was short but packed with tight young muscle and it was pretty impossible not to notice and admire his solid physique. 

    We headed to the sports section and found the jockstraps. I tried to not pay attention as Trevor picked out two of them and dropped them in our cart.  

    “All good?” I said.

    “Should be,” he said. “I’ve never worn one of those before so…”

    “I’m sure it’s fine,” I said, skipping past the embarrassment both of us seemed to be feeling. We made our purchase then headed back to my place, where I made us dinner since Angela was working into the evening.

    “So, are you dating anybody?” I asked as we ate. I knew from talking to Angela that Trevor had had a few girlfriends over the years.

    “Nah,” he said. “I’m just focusing on the season and school and getting into college and stuff. Girls are too much trouble.”  

    “Yeah, relationships can be kind of complicated. They take up a lot of your time and attention,” I said. “But, they’re hard to avoid sometimes.”

    “I know, I’ve been so horny,” he said, then looked up at me. “Sorry if that’s weird.”

    “It’s fine,” I said, but my heart was racing again. To be honest, I’d always gotten a bi vibe from Trevor, a laid-back ease which suggested he would be just fine with kicking back while a buddy went down on his meat. Trevor knew I was gay and it had never been an issue. I’d entertained fantasies about having sex with him in the dark parts of my mind, but I’d never considered pursuing them.

    He helped me do the dishes and then we had another two hours to kill before Angela came to pick him up.

    “You mind if I try some of this stuff on?” he said, looking through the bag of clothes we’d bought earlier.

    “Not at all,” I said. “You can go on the back porch.” The back porch was enclosed and my yard was private.

    “Cool,” he said, and grabbed the bag of clothes. I finished up in the kitchen and then went to the living room to settle in and watch some TV.  

    “Hey Uncle Mike, you got any scissors?” Trevor called to me.  

    “Yeah just a sec,” I said. I got up and grabbed the scissors from the kitchen then went to bring them to him. When I got there I found Trevor in nothing but the jock. He looked at me with an anxious expression and I knew he’d done this on purpose. To what purpose I wasn’t sure, but he was a sight: his dark-skinned, muscled body all on display, offset by the white jockstrap that framed his beautiful, round butt and cupped his sizeable mound in front.  

    “Thanks,” he said, giving an awkward chuckle as he took the scissors from me. “I want to get in these jeans but they got all these tags on em.”  

    “No worries,” I said, and though I knew I should leave I found myself staying put. “Jockstrap seems like it fits,” I said.

    “Yeah,” Trevor said, and he looked down and turned from side to side as if to show it off. He looked up and saw me looking, and then I noticed his cock growing. Trevor took the scissors and began cutting the tags off the jeans.  

    “Here,” I said, handing him the trash can. His cock was totally hard now in his jock. I was beside myself. I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself. I made a move. “Want any help with that?” I said, nodding toward his cock.  

    Trevor didn’t say anything. He turned toward me, looking down at the front of the jockstrap which was stretched out obscenely to accommodate his big, thick erection. It was as clear an invitation as any, so I got down on my knees in front of him and pulled down the jock to release it.

    “Fuck,” Trevor whispered. I was thinking the same thing. His big dick was there in all its glory, hard and sticking out from his body with a pearl of precum at the tip. I licked it off and then sunk all eight inches of his hard teen dick down my throat. “Oh fuck oh fuck,” Trevor said as he felt me go down on him. I bobbed my head, taking in the fresh smell of him as I sucked his cock. “Feels so fuckin good,” he said.

    “Mm hm,” I concurred with his dick down my throat. I sucked him a bit more – I could tell he wasn’t going to last long – and then I came off his cock and spun him around. I figured he’d never had a rim job before. And his ass was really a thing of beauty, two mounds of firm flesh that just begged to be licked.  

    I sank my face into him and my tongue found his slick hole. Trevor gasped. “Oh my god. Holy fuck,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. His ass was so firm and so sweet and I licked it as deeply as I could, diving into his deep crack so that the sides of his ass were hugging my face.  

    When he was gasping for air and had to brace himself against the table, bent over to accommodate my face in his butt, I spun him around again and started sucking his cock again. I was relentlessly going down on him, sucking him tight and deep.  

    “Oh fuck, Uncle Mike, I’m gonna shoot,” he said.

    “Mm hm,” I said, wanting him to know it was okay to cum right down my throat.  

    “Oh fuck oh fuck here it comes,” he said, and with a deliciously tortured groan he started to unload. His cock swelled and pulsed as shot after shot of cream filled my mouth – so much teen cum, I couldn’t believe it. I held on to his balls, gently, feeling them pulse as they gave up their load into my throat. “Shit, fuck…” Trevor said. His eyes were closed, face twisted with pleasure as he orgasmed. When he was done I tucked his dripping cock back into the jock and I stood up.

    “How was that?” I said.

    “Fuck,” Trevor said, and smiled at me. “Good,” he said.

    “Good,” I said, and laughed. “Uh, don’t tell your mother?” Trevor laughed, to my relief.

    “Duh,” he said.  

    To be continued…


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  • A Parent’s Choices

    William Anderson had two boyfriends in high school, and he had hooked up with two other men since graduating. He had a good job and a nice home on Winters Lane. His house faced the south, and two large trees in the front yard offered shade during the heat of the day, and a large Spanish Oak blocked the western sun. Not quite twenty-one, he had almost everything a man needs for a happy life. When he met Andrew Brown one day at the laundromat, he was closer to having everything. He fell in love with Andy.  

    The night that Andy confessed his love to William, he had everything anyone could ever want.

    Andy lay face down on the bed. William pushed his legs apart before pulling his ass cheeks open to expose his hole. William had joked earlier that Andy had a pussy when he rubbed his finger over it. Now, he leaned forward and rimmed it. The sphincter muscle tightened and relaxed in response to the massage given to it by William’s tongue. Soft moans emanated from his lover as he began to probe the hole. William had wanted to rim Andy until Andy begged him for penetration, but William was too anxious. He began to insert a finger into Andy, and when he thought Andy was ready, William grabbed the lube and prepared Andy for two fingers.

    Andy had planned to come into William’s bedroom, tell him how much he loved him and wanted him. He had yearned to feel William’s cock inside him since the picnic in the park. He wanted to feel it stretch him, push into him, and fill him. He wanted to look into William’s eyes as William came within him. He had not expected William to pleasure him first and then to tease his hole in this way. Why was he giving so much? Andy gasped as two fingers stretched his hole. He felt light-headed. Could this go on forever? It felt so good.

    William began to leave kisses up Andy’s spine. Andy shivered; each kiss, filled with electricity, pleasured and excited him. When William’s hard cock slipped between Andy’s cheeks, William pivoted his hips back and forth. The head of the erect penis rubbed across Andy’s hole, and Andy’s head jerked back at the sensation.  

    Both of Andy’s hands moved down to grasp the dick now in his ass valley. He adjusted its angle and brought his own pelvis up. The head of William’s cock pushed into him. He was amazed at the size and the stretch and clenched his teeth. William rocked back and forth; with each motion, more of his shaft penetrated Andy.  

    “I want to see you and kiss you,” Andy said as he tried to roll onto his side. William withdrew and helped Andy get on his back. Moving forward to couple again, William kissed the lips and looked into Andy’s dimly lit eyes. In the darkness, they appeared almost black. Desire and need took over, and the thrusts became more powerful, deeper.

    Tears came to Andy’s eyes. “Oh, fuck yes, Willie. Just like that. I love you.”

    William grunted and pushed himself again Andy. His ejaculations were the most intense he’d ever experienced, and when he finished, he was still. Their chests and abs pressed together, William’s lips grazed Andy’s ears. “I love you, Andy.”

    “Can every night be like this?”

    William chuckled as he slid to Andy’s side and pulled the sheet over them. “With my loving you with my whole heart, mind, and body? I hope so.”

    They snuggle for a few minutes when the bedroom door pushed open.

    “Pa. We-oh.”

    “How the fuck did he get out of the playpen?” asked Andy.

    William poked him in the side. “See, I said you’re the one who says ‘fuck’ all the time. What is it, Liam?”

    “Di-pah.”

    “Welcome to our life,” said William. “I love it.”

    The early morning low hanging clouds and fog foreshadowed the damp day ahead. The three occupants of the William Anderson home, asleep in the master bedroom, did not hear the chirping of the birds who’d built their nest in the Spanish Oak.

    Liam Brown, asleep between William and Andy, heard the knocking at the door and wiggled himself into a seated position. The knocking stopped as Caleb went back to Joseph’s house. He wanted to know what time Joseph was expected to arrive.

    “Up,” said Liam. “Up.”

    “Oh, come on, Liam, let daddy sleep a few more minutes.”

    “No. Up.” Liam started to laugh. “Food.”

    “Fuck, Liam, just five more minutes,” muttered Andy.

    “Fuk no,” said Liam, and he laughed some more.

    William began to laugh. “We’re starting a swear jar. The two of you will be paying for a trip to Disney within two months, I’m telling you.”

    “Yeah?” said Andy as he sat up. “I don’t have any money, so I’ll have to borrow it from you to put it in the f-ing jar.”

    “That’s fifty cents so far from you and a quarter from Liam,” laughed William.

    “You’re making the kid pay, too?” Andy got out of bed.

    “Them’s the rules. Only time you are allowed to use that kind of language is when we’re in here alone, if you know what I mean.”

    “Which brings up the point,” said Andy, of keeping you know who out of here.”

    “Food.”

    “Eggs and a little bit of bacon, Prince Liam?” William scooped him up, kissed him, and put him on the floor. “Morning breath. Your daddy needs to brush your teeth for you. I’m going to brush mine, shower, and make some breakfast for us while you two get ready.”

    William checked the flight schedules to find out when his father’s flight would arrive. He let Caleb know the time before heading to pick up the cake he’d ordered. Andy was doing some last-minute cleaning and straightening, and William had asked Liam to help his father.

    Liam followed Andy around repeating the word ‘hep’ as they went. Andy had given him a dust rag, and Liam wiped things as he went.

    William pulled into the Cake Topper. He was glad he hadn’t ordered anything else for his father’s homecoming since his plane was an hour behind schedule, and he’d be arriving after lunch. William walked up to the counter. The woman behind was someone from his high school class.

    “Hi. Will. Are you going to need anything besides the cake? Grilled cheese sandwiches are on special today.”

    “I’m thinking about a dozen chocolate chip cookies and a dozen peanut butter ones. Hey, Yvette, do you think cake pops are appropriate for a one-year-old?”

    “Probably, depending on the kid.” She folded a box for the cookies. “You know what? The new girl made a bunch of cake pops today, but they’re too small to sell. I’ll get some for you. Why don’t you have a seat while I get them together.”

    “Sure.” William moved to a seat closer to the front and noticed the people sitting in the shop enjoying pastries, sandwiches, and slices of cake. He froze as he saw the back of a man sitting at a table at the far end of the eating area. ‘It can’t be,’ he thought. He walked closer. The hair color was right; the shape was right; even the shirt was right. William felt his hands begin to shake. He walked up to the table. “Rodney?”

    The man turned. His face was Rodney’s except for a scar near his hairline, but the expression was wrong. “Hello,” he said looking up from his sandwich. There was no sign of recognition.

    “Do you know him, Rodney?” asked the man in the seat opposite Rodney.

    Tears welled up in William’s eyes. How could Rodney not know him?

    The other man stood up. “I’m Rodney’s cousin Steve.”

    “William Anderson.” He looked at Rodney. “It’s Willie.”

    Rodney looked down at his grilled cheese sandwich. Steve touched William’s shoulder. “Come with me, and I’ll explain it.” The two of them walked to the other side of the room.

    “Do you know about Rodney’s injuries?” asked Steve.

    “My dad got a phone call that he’d been killed in an explosion. We never got any other information even though my dad tried.”

    “I’m sorry to hear that. He was badly injured by an IED. He had a head injury, and right now he only remembers when he was a kid. I brought him here to see if anything triggered his memory. We have his address before he was deployed, and he’d told friends about someone here, but we don’t know her name.”

    “It wasn’t a ‘her.’ He and my dad had talked about getting married when he retired from the Army.”

    “Rodney’s gay?”

    “I thought his family knew and that’s why no one was talking to him,” said William.

    “No.” Steve shook his head. “It’s because Rodney signed papers to have his sister committed to a hospital, and while she was there, she committed suicide. There was a lot of anger, and he left.”

    “Aww, fuck. What now? My father’s coming back to town this afternoon. I mean, my finding Rodney alive was just chance. My dad’s a big boy, but…”

    “I need to check with Rodney’s doctor,” Steve blew out a deep breath.

    “Let me give you my number.”

    “Will. I’ve got your stuff,” called Yvette. “It’ll be four dollars more.”

    William’s hands were still shaking when he pulled into the driveway. He couldn’t get the last image of Rodney out of his mind. He was holding his head in his hands and appeared to be in severe pain. William had a touch of a headache now. Life really is what happens to you when you’ve got other plans. “Fuck!” he shouted. ‘Shit,’ he thought, twenty-five cents, no that’s fifty cents in the jar. Just drop a twenty in; you know you’re going to use it up anyway. Poor little Liam doesn’t have a chance; he’ll be cussing up a storm by the age of five. He chuckled to himself as he carried the cake and cookies into the house.

    “Willie, is that you?”

    “What if it weren’t,” William said as he put the cake on the counter and kissed Andy.  

    “Yeah, that is kind of dumb, isn’t it? Hey, I just checked the flight information, and the flight’s back on schedule. How the bleep do they do that?”  

    “I have no idea.”

    “What’s wrong,” demanded Andy.

    William stared straight ahead.

    “Don’t even try to hide it from me. What is it? I can already read you like a book.”

    “I saw Rodney at the bakery.”

    A puzzled look appeared on Andy’s face. “Dead Rodney?”

    William let out a burst of laughter. “Yeah, dead Rodney. Only he’s not dead. He’s brain-injured and has memory problems.”

    “Fucking hell.”

    “I guess I’m putting forty in the jar over this one.”

    Andy snuggled up to him. “You going to tell your father?”

    “Not until Rodney’s cousin talks to the doctor.”  

    Andy gave him a hug.

    “I wish there were time to take you to the bedroom and make love to you. I feel guilty for wanting that, but it’s what I’m feeling.”

    “No need to feel guilty, Willie. But I’m kind of glad we don’t have time. My ass is still sore from that monster dick that hangs between your legs.” Andy chuckled.

    “I’m not that big.”

    “No?”

    William kissed him. “That’s right; it’s that you’re such a tightass; an uptight tightass with a teeny-weeny little boy pussy.”

    “And that’s a problem,” Andy asked.

    “I wasn’t the one who was complaining.” William hugged and kissed him again.

    A text from Joseph let them know that he was now out of the baggage line. A ride home provided by his office would bring him home. “I’m going to start the grill,” said William. Liam raised his hands to go along. “It’s not safe for me to hold you while I start the grill.”  

    Liam put his hands down and started to cry.

    “I’m not changing my mind,” said William. “Are you sleepy?”

    “No nap,” he said through his tears.

    “OK, but you stay here,”

    “No. We-oh. Go.”

    William shook his head. “I said ‘no.’” He turned and went outside to get things started. When he returned, Liam was still sitting in the same spot.

    “I’m impressed by how you handled that,” said Andy.

    “Hmm?”

    “You stayed so calm. I get really frustrated. You handled it so well.”

    “Oh, babe,” William said, “I lived frustration for weeks. That was nothing.” He smiled.

    “Do I have to put money in the jar for thinking bad words?” Andy poked William in the ribs.

    “I’ll let you off the hook this time,” said William. “Hey, I hear a car. Do you hear the car, Liam? Get your daddy and bring him.”

    William ran outside; he saw his father get out of the car, and tears began flowing down his cheeks. Prior to that moment, he knew his father loved him and that he loved his father. At that moment, all the fullness of that love filled him. He grabbed Joseph and hugged him.

    Andy walked up with Liam. When William finally released his father, they turned to face Andy.

    “Who’s this?” asked Joseph.

    “This is Andrew Brown and his son Liam. Drew is my boyfriend; he lives here,” William told his father while drying his eyes.

    “It’s nice to meet you.”

    “You, too, sir,” replied Andy.

    “Oh, call me Joe, please.

    “Of course.”

    The driver brought the bags and placed them at the edge of the sidewalk. “Anything further, Mr. Anderson?”

    “No. Thanks.” The driver got back in the car.

    “We’ll get those, Dad.”

    “Me hep,” said Liam.

    “Too heavy,” said Andy. “But I can probably take the smaller one.”

    “Are you limping, Dad?”

    “Yeah, Willie. My calf muscle got cut a little, and the skin is tight on the wound. It’s supposed to be back to normal in a week, and then about a month for the skin to heal. The muscle will take six to eight weeks. So you’re stuck with me for two months.”

    “Not to worry. Andy gave up his room for you,” William laughed.

    “Where’s he going to sleep?” asked Joseph. “Oh, wait, don’t tell me. He’s sleeping under you.”

    “Technically, he’s not sleeping when he’s under me, but then neither am I, but yeah, we’re sharing a bedroom.”

    “And the little one?” Joseph turned to look at his son.

    “He’s supposed to sleep in his playpen, but he’s figured out how to escape, so he slept between us last night. We’ll have come up with something.”

    “I think the problem was that I didn’t change him before he fell asleep in the playpen, and he got out to let me know he needed a new diaper.”

    “Well,” said Joseph, “they can’t all be angels like Willie.”

    “Let’s go inside so I can put the meat on the grill and get this celebration started.”

    When Rodney’s brother Steve got in contact with Rodney’s doctor, he was advised not to let anyone fill in missing details for Rodney. “People will have a different view of the same events, and if Rodney hears that view and it conflicts with a developing memory, it can lead to confusion. There’s no problem with meeting people he knew and being told facts, such as names or that they worked in the same place.”

    Steve texted the information to William.

    Rodney had developed a headache after meeting William, and Steve drove him home. Rodney had taken a nap, and when he woke up he remembered that he knew William as a younger man; he’d even been at William’s birthday party. ‘Why can’t I remember the rest of it?’ he asked himself.

    He sat at the edge of his bed and put his right shoe on. ‘Maybe it’s something horrible that I don’t want to remember,’ he thought, ‘like the explosion that did this.’ He reached down and attached the prosthetic that went from about ten inches below his knee. The shoe was still on the artificial foot. Rodney was determined to remember more.

    Even with Joseph’s sister Karen and her husband Caleb and their two kids, James and Cookie, Chloe and her boyfriend Freddie, and the four of them, William had grilled too much food. While he wrapped up the extra meat and put away the potato salad and corn, the noise from the living room proved everyone was having a good time.

    Karen had brought the stroller she had used with Cookie, and Cookie and James were outside pushing Liam around the back yard. Andy came into the kitchen to help but only succeeded in keeping William from finishing. He held William tightly to him, “I’m so lucky. I think your dad, and your aunt and uncle, they all like me.”

    “We’re a smart family.”

    “They want to play cards later, I’m the worst at card games,” admitted Andy.

    “Then maybe I’ll have a chance not to finish last. I knew you’d be good for something besides, well, you know.”

    “William Anderson, I will not be treated as a sex object.”

    “No?”

    “Not unless I get to treat you like one first.”

    The back door opened with a bang. “Dad,” called James. “There’s a man walking around Uncle Joe’s house.”

    “I’ll take care of it,” Caleb announced.

    “I’ll go with you,” said Joseph. “My leg can use the exercise.”

    The same thought crossed William’s and Andy’s mind.

    “Why don’t I go,” said Andy.

    “Yeah, Dad. There’s something I need to say, and it won’t wait.”

    Joseph looked at the two of them. He glanced from his son to his son’s boyfriend and back again. “One of you proposed to the other?”

    Andy laughed. “Fuck, no.”

    William glared at him.

    “Shit, more money in the swear jar. I am such a fucking loser at that game.”

    Caleb and Andy left the house. “I think I’ll go out to watch the kids, said Karen. Joseph sat down at the table.

    William walked over and put his hand on Joseph’s head.

    “What the fuck, Willie? Do you have cancer?”

    “No., Daddy, I need you to let me say all of this before you say anything.” He pulled up a chair and sat next to his father. “Rodney wasn’t killed in the explosion last year. He was badly hurt. I saw him today; he doesn’t remember us. If we see him, we’re only supposed to tell him our names. We have to let him remember the stuff on his own.”

    “Oh, Willie.” Tears welled up in Joseph’s eyes. “I don’t know if I can do that. He’s alive?”

    William kissed his dad on the forehead.

    “Why are you telling me now instead of when I first got home?” Joseph turned and looked toward his house. “You think… Could Rodney be over there right now?”

    William shook his head. “I don’t know, but in case it is, I needed you to know.”

    “I need to find out.” Joseph stood up. He and William headed next door. “He won’t recognize anything.”

    As Caleb and Andy approached the man in the backyard of Joseph Anderson’s home, Andy noticed the artificial limb. William had not mentioned any injuries like that.  

    “Hello,” said Caleb, “can we help you?”

    “No. I don’t think so. I could have sworn this was where William Anderson lived. I couldn’t remember the address, but I thought it was here. But this doesn’t look the way I remember it.”

    “It’s been remodeled,” said Andy. “William lived here when he was a kid.”

    “I’m sorry. It’s not clear to me.”

    “It’s OK, Rodney,” continued Andy. “You came to the correct address.”

    “Do I know you?” asked Rodney.

    “No. We’ve never met, but I’m Willie’s boyfriend, so I’ve heard about you.”

    “Willie’s gay, too? I didn’t remember that. Why would I though? It’s not like he would be just because his father is, right. Where is Joey? I need to talk to him. I need to talk to him now. I remember him. I remember him; we’re going to get married when I get out. Tell me where he is.”

    “I’m right here, Rod.”

    The two men limped toward one another and held each other so tightly that William wondered if they’d ever let go.

    That night, Liam lay in bed between William and Andrew. “I can’t tell you how I think this will improve our love life,” said Andy.

    “Well, I didn’t want him to walk in on them. He can reach that doorknob if he uses that stool he has for washing his hands. He’s done it before.”

    “The downside to having a genius,” said Andy.

    “Well, the next kid…” William started to laugh, “will have to come potty-trained.”

    Liam started to giggle.

    In the spare room, Rodney and Joseph had kissed so often that their lips were getting chafed. Joseph lowered himself onto Rodney’s stiff member and moved his ass up and down in one of Rodney’s favorite positions. Rodney was too busy feeling the pleasure of the moment to remember the number of times they had engaged in this particular way, but he would later. It didn’t take him long to seed Joseph making Joseph realize that the two of them would need lots of practice to build up his stamina.

    As Joseph detached himself from Rodney’s love pole, Rodney rolled onto his back. The tough army man chuckled and said, “Do me now,” in the same little boy voice that he had always used. Joseph knew he had his Rodney back, and he moved into him in the same gentle way he always had. They kissed and the frequencies of the thrusts increased until, both men filled with the seed of the other, lay quietly side by side, holding the other until sleep came.


    Dear Reader

    More is yet to come
    Joseph’s story may seem complete

    And perhaps it is

    But what has life in store for William?

    Is Andrew his forever man

    Or just for a few more chapters?

    The next part is not ready for publication

    But I may have a few micro-stories for you
    While you wait.

    I want to thank everyone for their positive comments or for the critiques that help me improve.

    –Danny


    To get in touch with the author, send them an email.


  • Ian

    New neighbors moved in next door, a woman and her incredibly attractive son. I felt like a pedophile since he looked no more than fifteen. Even though I was twenty-two – not that much older than I thought he was – I knew he was a no-go.

    One day I the neighbor caught me outside at my car. She introduced herself as Shelly and her some as Ian. She seemed very nice initially though she was quite interested in my personal life, asking me if I lived there alone (which I did), what I did, if I had a girlfriend or kids. Stuck me as odd but I’m not a ‘people person’ so maybe that’s what ‘people persons’ do?

    Ian came out during this conversation. He was tall – maybe six foot or so – had dark blue eyes, wide shoulders narrow waist and a peach fuzz moustache. Shelly introduced the two of us. I couldn’t shake there was something about him; the way he stared at me intently and his quiet demeanor. His voice was deeper than his apparent age would lead one to think. He mentioned he liked my car and would like to get one soon before he went back inside, while his mother and I had a short conversation.

    Being that the moved in mid-October, it was warm still, but cooling down daily as winter approached. Winter here was cold and wet; there wasn’t a lot to do outside. Most people stayed indoor, only going outside when it was necessary. This held true for me, but, apparently, more so for the Shelly and Ian as, once the cold weather hit, I never saw them. I only saw her car in the driveway. I knew she would leave occasionally as the car would be moved or parked different from time to time. Other than that, there was no way to know if they ever left the house.

    Coming home from work one day a month or so later, I noticed a second car in the Shelly’s driveway. For weeks the car remained. I figured, not seeing a man with her before, she had a new boyfriend and carried on with my life, somewhat sad I hadn’t been able to catch a glimpse of her son in months.

    As winter started to release its grip and allow spring to arrive, the weather started to warm more and more. It was then I noticed instead of there being two cars at the neighbors, only the ‘new’ car was there. I thought it strange at first but didn’t assume any foul play. Maybe the new boyfriend moved out with Shelly’s car or something. Who knew.

    Spring turned to summer and it was time to clean my car. It’s an all day ritual for me so I start before it gets too hot and usually finish around four or five in the evening. After a wash and dry, I start the clay bar and I hear the neighbor’s door open and close. I look up and see what I guess is Shelly’s boyfriend, but he looked vaguely familiar from behind. I wipe the sweat from my face and focus on this stranger at my neighbors as he, too, seems to be going to wash his car.

    He drops his buckets, and assembles his products, then reaches down and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it in the grass. Maybe it was because I hadn’t been with a guy all winter and, at twenty-two, I was hyper horny, but I noticed a smooth, toned back and legs that got hairier as the went down to his old sneakers. He bent down and I couldn’t see any underwear lines beneath his shorts. This could be fun, I thought, having forgotten about Ian entirely. That is, until he turns around. It was Ian.

    “Mr. Calvin!” he said. “What do you think of my new rims?”

    I stood there, having never noticed his rims. All I could see was a very different Ian. Was he drinking testosterone all winter I wondered to myself!? His body had toned up in a way I didn’t think was possible for human male. His stomach was flat and had the makings of abs, his biceps flexed as he moved his arms and his chest was firm and developed. His peach fuzz moustache had turned in to dark, coarse hair which ran down to his chin and his sideburns down to his jawline. Not a full beard by any means, but enough that required to be shaved. His chest was complete with a small patch of hair in the middle which spread outwards towards his nipples and was joined with a thick patch of black hair hiding his navel.

    “Ian?” I stuttered. “Is that you?”

    “Yeah” he said looking surprised. “Don’t you remember me?”

    If he only knew how much I remembered him. “Yeah. Of course. You just look so…different” I replied.

    “Mom said I hit my stride this winter” he replied.

    Momma wasn’t lyin’ I thought to myself.

    “Yeah. I didn’t recognize you! What’s up?” I asked trying to be nonchalant

    “Gonna’ clean my car” he replied, pointing at his car.

    “You’re car? You old enough to drive?”

    “My dad bought me this car for my graduation” he told me.

    “Graduation…?”

    “From high school this spring.”

    “I didn’t know you were…in…going to….” I stumbled for words trying to figure out what the hell was happening. Had I been in a coma for a year while this boy turned in to this stunning piece of work?

    “Yeah. I’m nineteen now Mr. Calvin” he told me.

    “I thought you were a lot younger than that when you moved in” I said.

    He smiled. “Yeah I finally starting growing out of that awkward phase where I looked like a kid.”

    “Yeah” I laughed. “You certainly did.” I felt my dick start to swell as it was finally able to appreciate Ian for the sex young, legally aged man that he is. All winter I kept my thought about him subdued as I thought he was a minor. Now he’s of legal age. My dick was happy about that.

    Ian seemed to enjoy the inadvertent compliment I handed him as I swear, he seemed to flex a bit, showing off his new (to me) body. I looked him up and down allowing myself to enjoy God’s handiwork. I stopped at his prevalent dick bulge, which I never allowed myself to do before. Its head was a big around as a golf ball. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed that view. Too much, as he noticed and caused his dick to move under his shorts. I saw his head swell slightly and then it seemed to grow in length. I looked up to him and he smiled, his blue eyes sparkling.

    “Well, I’ll let you get back to it” I said, turning around.

    “Mr. Calvin!” he said. I turned. “Do you have any other microfiber towels? I only have the one” he said holding his one towel up in the air, showing off his hairy pit and firm triceps.

    “I have some inside. I can get you a couple” I said turning to go into the house.

    “I can come with you. It’s hot out here” he said as he trotted behind me. “If that’s OK.”

    “Sure” I said, but my dick was screaming “Oh yes. Oh GOD yes!”

    “Nice place” he said closing the door behind him.

    “Isn’t it like your place?” I asked.

    “No. They’re different.”

    “That surprising since they’re built by the same people” I said digging around in my car care box on the floor of the closet. I felt the presence of someone close to me and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ian’s sneakers next to me. He was closer than I’d expect someone to be waiting for a spare towel. His shins were covered in light brown hair and quite hairy for a nineteen-year-old. They were so close I could reach out and touch them, but I didn’t no matter how much my dick pleaded with my brain. I found a couple, stood up and handed them to him.

    “There we are” I said, plopping them in his hands.

    We stood there, eyes locked. He was an inch or so taller than me and looked even sexier up close. I could see the pulsing of blood in the veins of his neck. They indicated his heart was beating faster than I expected. Then he leaned in a kissed me.

    It was a quick peck on the lips but time seemed to slow and it seemed like ten seconds to me, before he pulled back off of me. He stood there, looking scared and unsure. I too was unsure what just happened. My mind raced. What should I do? Should I kiss him back, push him away, turn around or ask him to leave? He wasn’t a kid, legally. He was only three years younger than me. My brain crunched the numbers and in the middle of the process, it gave up. I imagined my dick standing at my brain’s door just pounding on it demanding attention. And my brain finally relented and let my dick take control. And take control it did.

    I grabbed his face and locked our lips together. Surprised at first, Ian dropped the towels and tried to return my kiss, but he wasn’t as skilled at it as I was. My tongue explored every crevice of his young, warm mouth. Our wet lips filled the hallway with the noise of two first timers exploring each other. I pushed him back against the wall, he gasped as his bare back made contact with the cool wall. I took this moment to move my mouth down his neck and on to his chest. I felt those cottony hairs across my lips as I moved from his hairy patch over to his nipple. I encircled it with my tongue, wetting the few hairs that grew there down to his skin. He moaned with delight as I worked his nipple. But I had other places to attend on this guy.

    I knelt and kissed his stomach and it quickly moved up and down. His thick navel hair tickled my nose as his now hard cock pressed against my chin. This wasn’t going to be a long session. I wanted to get in, finish and get out before either one of us changed our minds.

    I pulled his short down and his nineteen-year-old cock sprang up, slapping me on the face. It was a cut, thick and decently sized member that was surround in a massive black, wiry bush of public hair. It was nice to be with someone you didn’t shave everything. As his bouncing dick stopped moving, I caught a view of a massive set of hairy nuts, hanging there slightly swaying. I pushed his cock up against his stomach and started sucking on his balls. Immediately they drew up against the base of his thick dick. I let them go to focus on his cock as I pulled mine out.

    I took his golf ball sized pink head into my mouth. I heard him suck in two lungs full of air as I slid that delicious head into my mouth and down my throat. I heard him whimper and felt his body tense up as he released a torrent of his hot liquid seed. Jet after jet blasted into my mouth. Having tasted the first two sweet and salty shots, I buried my nose against his bush after the second shot, directing the remaining down my throat. He whimpered like a scolded dog as he continued to dump an enormous amount of cum down my throat. The taste of his cum, the bush pushed up against my forehead and the pulsating of his cock in my mouth is all I could handle. I grabbed my own hard and leaking cock and in two pumps, started dumping my own load on the towel he tossed to the ground.

    His body quivered as he finished releasing the last of his immense volume of seed. With my cum covered hand still on my own cock, I reached up with my other hand and grabbed his hairy nut sack, pulling it down from his body. This caused him to tense up and I felt his cock, which was starting to soften, get hard again. He grabbed my head and started face fucking me.

    My mouth and throat were lubed with his cum already as he clumsily started shoving his once again hard cock to the back of my mouth. I released his sack and grabbed his ass cheeks, feeling them flex with each thrust. I helped him gain a workable rhythm. His breathing increased as I released his ass and grabbed nis right nipple slightly. I could feel his heartbeat underneath his tensed-up chest as I pinched and twisted his hair surrounded nipple. I shoved my face into his body, plunging his swollen cock head into and down my throat, holding it there. I milked it with my throat, allowing him to feel as much of my mouth as I could his cock. It pulsed with every heartbeat. I could feel the base of it swell against my lips, his pubes soaked to his skin by my spit. I could hear his deep breaths slow as he slowed his motions, allowing me to do more work.

    “Oh my god” he said, catching his breath. I looked up through his wet bush to see his eyes closed. I took this opportunity to work a different tact.

    I griped his wet cock with my hand, pulling off all but his swollen head. Then, I reached underneath his sack, slid my wet finger in his slightly hairy crack, running my finger down towards his puckered hole. Still looking up at his closed eyes, I worked my finger around his hole, then slowly pushed in my finger top. His eyes opened wide as he looked down at me as if to say, “What the fuck?’ But I didn’t give him a chance. I pushed the rest of my finger deep into his warm insides.

    He made a sort of exhaled gasp as I buried my finger to the knuckle. I pulled it out and pushed in back in slowly, my eyes locked on his. I watched his wide-eyed face, breathing through his open mouth, as I finger fucked his tight hole. I wished it was my cock, but I barely was able to get my finger in there, much less my thick dick.

    So, with his cock in my mouth and my finger in his hole, he tilted his head back and started to fuck his own ass with my finger. As his cock pulled out of my mouth, he plunged my finger deep in his ass. I started to twist my finger until I found his prostrate. He pushed back and stopped, allowing me to milk his prostrate with my finger, causing his dick to swell even larger than before, precum oozing out of his piece of meat.

    I started to push against his prostrate harder as his whole body started to convulse as his chute clamped down on my finger, expelling another volley of cum into my mouth. Another massive load of cum, but this time it wasn’t shot out with as much force as before. I heard him make some sort of crying noise as he legs shook as if they were going to give out. He let out a deep voiced scream as his body slowly collapsed on top of me somewhat.

    My other hand never left my cock from earlier as I started jerking again as I pulled my finger out of his hole, causing his to whimper again. As he rose off from me, he saw I was jacking. He crumbled to his knees, looking at my now red and wet cock. I took the chance and stood up, pointed my cock at his chest, and gushed out another couple of jets of my own cum.

    As I finished, I smeared the last of my jizz over his patch of wet chest hair. I lightly tapped the side of his face with my shrinking cock, feeling what little scruff he was able to grow along his jawline. Exhausted sexually, I sat down and fell back against the wall. He did the same.

    “Fuck!” he whispered. He looked at me and smiled between his breaths.

    “Yeah. I didn’t plan that” I said.

    “Me either” he replied. “But I’m not complaining!” He looked down at the cum covered microfiber towel I handed him originally. “I might need a different towel!”

    I stood up and reached my hand out to him to pull him up.

    “I think I have another one around here somewhere” I replied, pulling him up to his feet, which wasn’t too stable yet.

    “Maybe, later tonight, you can help me…. finish the interior?” he asked.

    “I’d be happy to!”


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  • Fun with the Hypnotized Jocks

    The next morning Taylor walked with some difficulty down the corridor to the showers. He felt like he could barely move. He had not got much sleep, as it seemed Sean wanted to try every sexual position and fetish he had ever seen online, not that Taylor had minded. He had a few he wanted to try as well.

    He rounded the corner to the shower entrance and ran into Flnn. They grunted to each other and walked side by side to the sinks. They both looked up at the same time to their similar reflections. Each stud looked like death warmed over. Their hair was all askew, Flnn had his shorts on backwards, Taylor had his head through the arm hole of his tank top and each sported a large purple hickey high on their neck.

    The two handsome studs just looked at each other and started laughing. “Dude, you look like you were rode hard and put away wet.” Laughed Flnn.

    “And you look like you know what you are talking about.” Said a laughing Taylor, holding on to the sink for support.

    “What a fucking night and I do mean fucking.” Grinned the lacrosse jock.

    “Dylan really gave it to you, eh?”

    “Wait, what? You don’t know what you are talking about.” Said a suddenly nervous, blushing Flnn.

    Taylor leaned in close. “Hey if you want to keep it a secret from everyone else, I’m down. But don’t try to tell me that room 414 didn’t have a lot of stud-on-stud action last night. You think your door is soundproof? You don’t think I could hear you yelling ‘fuck me harder Dylan, breed me,’ when I walked past?”

    “Please don’t tell anyone. Please.” Begged Flnn, tearing up.

    “You want to know why I look like I do?”

    “Yeah, you look like a brown-haired version of me…. NO WAY! I don’t believe it. You’re gay?” He exclaimed, quickly lowering his voice.

    “I’m not ready to start attaching labels, but I’m not as straight as I was yesterday. One of my hockey teammates and I went at it like rabbits all night long.” He whispered chuckling. “There, now we both know each other’s secret. I sure do not know how the hell I am going to stay awake in class today.”

    “Dylan and I are going to be in bed “sick” all day.” Said the blond giggling. “I’m just cleaning up, cause damn, I stink!”

    “Where’s Dylan?”

    “He’s taking a quick cat nap, he said to ‘gain his strength.’”

    “No shower for him?”

    Flnn began to fidget nervously. “No, um I kinda, um, well, I like the stink.” He blurted out, blushing brightly.

    “Damn Flnn, you are full of surprises, and cum too, I suspect.” The two boys burst out giggling as they padded toward the showers.

    The next morning, Taylor walked into the café to meet Sean for breakfast. They sat holding hands under the table, when Dylan and Flnn walked in. “Oh shit!”

    “What’s the matter?”

    “I forgot to remove the eating with no hands at the café hypnosis.”

    “The what?”

    “Gotta go. I’ll be right back.”

    “Hey Dylan, Flnn. How are you guys?”

    “Great, how are you man?” Said a chipper Dylan.

    “We’re good.” Said Flnn wondering what Taylor was up to.

    “Can I talk to you guys over here in the corner for a second. Dylan, Flnn tells me he’s been pounding the fuck out of your hot tight pussy every night.” Dylan’s face turned red, then white, then purple. He looked like he was going to pass out. Flnn’s mouth dropped open, like he wanted to yell but no sound was coming out. His eyes were bugging out of his head. “Stud’s ego.” Taylor was holding himself up against the wall to keep from falling to the floor, laughing hysterically.

    “God I crack myself up” he said wiping tears from his eyes, still trying to catch his breath.

    “You will go back to eating normally in the café. You will forget the last café command. You will also not remember any of our conversation beyond my asking you if we could talk.” “Snap”

    “So what did you want to talk about?” Asked the dark-haired beauty.

    “I noticed Flnn here has a huge hickey, just like mine and I was wondering who gave him his?” Dylan blushed brightly and stammered.

    “Um, yeah Flnn, ah where was it you got that, I mean who gave you that?”

    Flnn shot daggers at Taylor, but with a little grin.

    “Anyway, I just think you two are hot as fuck. I know Jax has been dying to ‘meat’ you guys, if you know what I mean. You should come down to our room sometime.” Said a laughing Taylor slapping Flnn on his muscled ass.

    “That was weird as hell.” Said a worried looking Dylan. “Is he gay?” He said in a low whisper.

    “I’m not sure, but he sure was undressing us with his eyes. Those two guys are pretty hot, don’t you think?” Said the horny blond looking up at his grinning roommate.

    “Why is your face all red? You look like you’ve been laughing your ass off, matter of fact, I think I heard you.” Said Sean with a huge grin. “Come on. Spill.”

    Taylor told him what had just happened, even though he could barely get it out amongst his laughing. When he finally completed the story the two handsome studs were literally laying on the table, they were laughing so hard. “You definitely have a bit of that evil prankster thing going once and a while. Another thing I love about you man.” Said Sean still laughing.

    Lacrosse practice was not going well. Coach was pissed about all the missed passes and defensive play. He split the team and had one group work on one set of intense drills and the other work on another set. Then they would switch back and forth.

    The other group was already out of the locker room by the time Dylan and Flnn’s group got done. Coach had the two freshmen pick up the gear and the cones and put them away. Most of the guys had showered and were half dressed by the time the two jacked studs made their way into the locker room.

    Dylan’s locker was up in the front near the showers. He quickly slipped out of his smelly gear, grabbed his towel and headed for the shower. Suddenly he froze, his towel tenting out obscenely.

    “Not again freshman. Look at you. Why don’t you come in here and kneel in front of me, so you can get a real close look at my cock.” Goaded Jake.

    Dylan was on his knees his nose touching the tip of the senior’s long cock, that was beginning to get longer. “Damn freshman, that is close. You do take things literally. But I gotta warn you, your hot breath is making me hard.” As his cock hardened and rose it was now wedged under the kneeling stud’s chin. Jake moved his hips back enough for his firming member to raise a little more and become stuck on Dylan’s upper lip. The tip of his cock was now lodged against the white teeth and between the red lips of the gorgeous stud.

    “Open your mouth and suck it. Give me the blow job you’ve been dreaming of.” Dylan gripped the hairy thighs and impaled his throat with the hardened cock.

    “Holy shit! Oh god!” As the expert cock sucker pulled the muscular thighs forward and slammed his lips down the shaft and the shaft down his tight throat, face fucking himself on his hairy senior teammate.

    Jake now had a grip on the long black hair, his hard cock encased in the hot mouth he was about to flood. “You want my cum so bad you fucker? You want my cum? AAAAAHHHHHHGGGG.” The senior’s big fertile balls began to pump out rope after rope of thick white semen down the gulping throat, filling the sucking mouth and pouring out both sides of the hot stud’s lips.

    “Thanks cock sucker. That was an awesome face fuck, best ever I would say. Wouldn’t mind using your mouth again sometime.”

    “Right now?” Said the hypnotized stud, still on his knees.

    “Easy cum slut. My girl’s going to expect something in the tank. Get up and go get your shower.”

    “Dylan stood to his feet, a long string of cum hanging from this square chin. When he turned to go to his shower it swung over and attached to his hard left nipple.

    Jake shook his head and chuckled. “Freshman’s a cum slut.”

    “Hey there he is.” Tony exclaimed as he and Seth rounded the back bank of lockers. Flnn stared at the swinging cocks of the two naked studs with their towels around their necks, as they walked toward the nearly undressed teen.

    “We were hoping you were still here. Seth here wants another blow job.” Said Tony, slapping his buddy on the back. Flnn wearing only his jock strap dove into the jacked stud’s crotch like a starving animal. “Damn that boy loves cock. If he loves sucking it that much, he must love it up his ass too.”

    Tony moved into position behind the sucking blond teammate. “Get up on your feet so I can access your tight pussy. Hang onto his head and keep him on your cock. Once I get in his ass, we can spit roast the shit out of this whore.” Tony placed his leaking cock at the kids sweat soaked rose bud and pushed all the way in.

    “AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH.” Flnn screamed around the hot cock thrusting in and out of his sucking mouth.

    “Yeah baby, you like my big cock in your ass, don’t ya. My cock likes it in your hot tight pussy too.” Said the cocky stud thrusting harder. “Look how my cock is driving your cock into this slut’s throat as I slam into him.” Laughed Tony to his softly moaning buddy. Seth had his eyes closed and was running his hands through the long blond hair, as it bobbed up and down.

    Seth suddenly gripped the hair tightly and pulled forward, mashing the ripped studs face tightly into his groin. He thrust his muscular hips forward and emptied his load directly into the gullet of his bent over teammate. He held him there till his pulsating organ was empty of his life-giving fluid. He pulled off as the cum begging stud gasped for air.

    Tony grabbed the blond’s hair and pulled him up in a standing position. He turned the impaled stud and pushed him up against his open locker, thrusting in and out of his hot ass like a piston. He took hold of Flnn’s low hanging balls and pulled down on them with each thrust. With his other hand he was jacking the boy’s hard cock.

    The freshman leaned his head back on Tony’s shoulder. “FUCK FUCK. YES, FUCK ME.” As his cock erupted, spraying his hot boy seed all over his clothes hanging in his locker, the last glob flowing out and onto the fingers of Tony’s hand as Tony shuddered. “FUCK YES I DID. TAKE MY LOAD BITCH.”

    Tony held his cum coated fingers up to Flnn’s mouth. “Lick that shit off slut.” Flnn licked the fingers like they were the sweetest lollipop.

    Flnn walked into the shower as Dylan was walking out. “Hurry up bro. What took you so long?” Flnn shrugged, but he had no idea why he could feel the now familiar feeling of cum running out of his recently fucked ass.

    Dylan sat on the bench by Flnn’s locker as the blond got dressed. “Dude your clothes smell like cum. Wait, is that cum on your shirt? And you shorts? And on top of your shoe? What the hell? Did one of these fucking pranksters beat off in your locker? You can’t leave your locker open like that bro.”

    “Yeah I guess not.” Said the confused stud.

    Dylan leaned in and placed his lips on his teammate’s warm lips for a quick kiss. “Get moving. If you take much longer, I’m going to have to ravage your beautiful body right hear.” Whispered the horny stud his hot lips pressed against Flnn’s ear, his tongue snaking out and licking the lobe.

    A couple of days later Taylor knocked on the door to room 414. “Hey Taylor, come on in.” said a beaming Dylan.

    “What are you so happy about? You look like you just won the lotto.”

    “Just high on life, I guess.” As he shot his eyes to Flnn laying on his bed.

    “I am having a little party in your honor, so you have to come. I hope you guys are free tonight.”

    “Yeah sure, but in our honor? Who’s going to be there?”

    “Just you two, Jax, Sean and I.”

    “No offence, but that doesn’t sound like much of a party.”

    “You’ll understand when we get there.”

    Dylan, Flnn, Taylor and Jax walked to the edge of campus where Sean lived in a large old house. He and his roommate had a small apartment that took up half the upstairs. There were two small bedrooms, an efficiency kitchen, a full bathroom and a living room. The living room had a large TV, a couch, a bean bag chair and a recliner.

    “Welcome guys. My roomie is gone for the night, so we have the place to ourselves. Who wants a beer?”

    “Here you go. And to get things started, I made up these double green tea shots. To good friends.” The guys slammed the shots down and cracked open the beer.

    The guys were BS-ing and having their second beer. Jax was kickin’ in the bean bag, Sean was in the recliner and Dylan, Flnn and Taylor were on the couch. Suddenly Taylor got up and walked over to Sean in the recliner. He sat down across Sean’s lap and pressed their lips together in a long passionate kiss.

    “Holy shit!” Said an excited Dylan. “You guys are… I mean you’re…”

    “Shut up you gorgeous stud.” And Flnn covered the confused stud’s lips with his.

    The couples broke off their kissing and all the guys had huge grins on their faces, except for the confused look still on Dylan’s face. “So wait, all you guys knew about this? How is it that I’m the only one who didn’t know?” He said incredulously.

    “Don’t give me no shit. Here I’m the only openly gay guy, living with this hot stud and I don’t even get a sample. Worse yet I catch them in my bed, totally destroying it. And my good sheets? I had to burn those crusty things.” Said Jax trying to act pissed.

    “You are such a liar. I washed those to scented perfection, even making your bed up for you.” Said Taylor feigning hurt feelings.

    “Yeah, cum scented.” Said a now laughing Jax.

    “Ok I guess I had better get to it.” Started Taylor, now sitting on the arm of the chair, holding Sean’s hand, their fingers laced together.

    “You guys know how the floor felt about you, right?”

    “Yeah, we were pretty obnoxious to everyone. The way they blistered our asses made it pretty clear.”

    “Well, I did something that I hope you can forgive me for. I did not like you a month ago. After you two spit roasted the girl I liked, I hated you. When Ray the hypnosis guy hypnotized you, I saw my chance. But then I got to know you better and you two also changed. You stopped being asses and I saw your love for each other. It brought Sean and I together. If it were not for you, I would not have the love of my life.” Said the boy in a shaking voice looking down at the handsome face of his ripped hockey teammate.

    “I just want to say that I am glad for the outcome, but now that I consider you guys friends, I am so sorry for what I put you through. I can’t keep this from you any longer. I have to give you your memories back. I pray you will forgive me. If you don’t, I will understand completely.”

    “So what are you saying? You hypnotized us?” Said Flnn with concern.

    “Yes. To repay you guys for all the shit you had done to the guys on the floor. So with your permission and these witnesses I will put you under again, give you all your memories back and eliminate the trance phrase so it cannot be used again. When you awake you will know everything that has happened to you. I am warning you, some may be very shocking.”

    “Holy shit dude. You are starting to scare me.” Said a nervous Dylan.

    “Alright. Do I have your permission?”

    “Yes.”

    “Stud’s ego.”

    “Your mind will be complete. You will remember everything that has happened to you since Ray first put you under. Any suggestions or commands planted to you prior will no longer apply. Once I snap my fingers you will not reenter this state by any phrase or trigger. Do you understand?’

    “We understand.” “Snap”

    The two studs looked around the room. They looked at each other. They looked at Taylor, the tears in his eyes. “Holy fuck that was some wild ass shit. You are one twisted fuck.” Said Flnn with a broad smile on his face.

    “Wait, you’re not mad?”

    “Are you kidding? You do not know all the stupid shit we have done. We got away with it because, well look at us. I’m kidding, but a month ago I would not be. We now have friends all over campus, that we did not have before. The guys on the floor hang out with us now and don’t duck in their rooms when they see us coming or close the door.” Looking at Jax and Taylor.

    “Fuck, do you know how many mind-blowing orgasms you just introduced to my brain? Dylan, I gave Bill, Seth and Tony a blow job after lacrosse practice.”

    “I got fucked by Jake in the shower after practice last week.”

    “Oh shit. I forgot about the shower one.” Gasped Taylor. “I took out the food one but forgot the shower one. Sorry, I really meant to.”

    “Going through all this shit, somehow we found out how much we love sex with guys and especially each other. Damn, who knew I would love this guy’s cock so much?” Said Flnn laughing. “Dylan, you’re kind of quiet.” He said to the blushing stud.

    “These two stud’s spit roasted me, like we did Kay the lay. And I am just finding out now how awesome it was. This pervert stayed in our room watching us make out, and I am getting hard over it. Do you still have that stool on the washer? Fuck that was awesome. That little shit Joe fisted us. The look on his face with his hair flying around.” The two studs were cracking up.

    Taylor sat there with his mouth hanging open. He was shocked the two gorgeous jocks were taking it so well.

    “Sean, if it’s alright with you, I think Taylor needs to pay for his crimes right now.” Said a stern Dylan.

    “What did you have in mind?” Said a worried Sean.

    “Flnn and I are going to spit roast the bitch. Get naked boy.” The big black-haired stud growled.

    “Taylor, what do you say?” Sean asked.

    “Can’t say that I do not deserve it.” He said grinning and shedding his clothes.

    Dylan had Taylor bent over the couch and he was driving his 8” cock into his hot silky pussy. Flnn was standing on the other side of the couch, shoving his hard cock into the sucking moaning mouth of the bent over boy.

    Sean and Jax stood watching the hot scene rubbing their bulges. “This sure is fucking hot.” Breathed Jax. “I gotta have that cock I’ve been lusting over, I can’t wait another minute.” He threw off his clothes and got on his knees under Taylor and sucked his hard cock into his talented mouth, sending a loud moan out the sucking lips on the other end of the jacked stud.

    “I’m not just going to stand here stroking it.” Sean said as he shed his clothes and moved up behind the sweaty V shaped back of the blond getting the blow job from his boyfriend. He rubbed his slippery cock up and down Flnn’s virtually hairless crack. He heard the chiseled stud moan. This was his cue. He placed his engorged member at the tight rose bud and pushed in.

    Flnn cried out and arched his muscled ass back onto the invading tool. Sean was already pumping away into the tight tunnel.

    The five young athletic boys went at it for hours, fucking and sucking in every imaginable position. After their balls were drained and their muscles spent, the tired studs were dressed and discussing again all the shit that had gone on the last month or so as they chilled on the furniture.

    “That fuck Dan. Holy shit, I think his payback was the best. He should get some kind of award.” Laughed Dylan. “God, can you imagine the other students in our classes? That piss smelled so bad. What did that crazy fuck do, eat asparagus all day before he pissed all over us?

    “We better bounce guys. We have to do this again soon.” Said Flnn grinning widely. “I got to get my stud home.” Grabbing Dylan’s bulge.

    “Watch it bitch, or I will bend you over again right here, right now.” Flnn bent over the back of the couch and hiked his shorts down. “Promise?”

    “See what I have to put up with?” Laughed the handsome stud. “You coming?”

    “No, I’m going to stay here um, ah, help Sean clean up.” Stammered Taylor.

    “Clean that hot stud up some for me too, will ya roomie?” Teased Jax. “Whoa!”

    Dylan grabbed Jax and threw him over his broad shoulder like he weighed nothing. “What say we go find one more fag and go revisit that bar stool in the laundry room?”

    “Ah, but, um, I don’t think.” Stammered the tongue twisted kid being carried toward the door.

    Dylan burst out laughing, then the other guys followed all laughing with him.

    “That’s great. Make fun of the gay kid again. Go on rub it in.”

    “We are taking you back to room 414 for the night. We are going to do more than make fun of you, and you can bet your life we are going to ‘rub it in.’” Said Dylan in his low sexy voice, while he rubbed the firm ass above his shoulder. Flnn put his hand under the kids chin and lifted his head pressing their lips together in a long kiss.

    Jax put the back of his hand to his forehead, feigning distress. “What is a young gay boy to do? Take me to your sex dungeon you fucking gorgeous beasts and ravage my body.” The guys were all busting a gut as the three walked out the door, with Dylan carrying Jax over his shoulder back to the dorm.

    The boys had been gone an hour. Sean was looking down at the glistening face below him. His long brown hair framing Taylors handsome face. His softening cock still buried in the freshly cum loaded ass as their muscular abs and pecs pressed together. Taylor reached up and softly caressed the side of Sean’s face. “I love you Sean. I love you so much.” A tear trickling out the side of his eye.

    “I love you too.” He leaned down and kissed his teammate lovingly.

    The loud hiss of the air brakes sounded as the bus came to a stop in front of the Hampton Inn. The lacrosse team filed out and walked into the spacious lobby to get their room keys. Dylan and Flnn walked up to their room on the second floor, chatting with the other guys on the team.

    As Dylan tapped the key on the door, Tony gave Flnn’s ass a pat as he and Seth walked past. They stopped two doors down, across the hall. Tony turned and winked at Flnn.

    “You know they are going to expect me to give them head.” Flnn stated after the door closed with a thud. “We should set them up.” He said grinning.

    “Oh no. I’ve seen that look before. What did you have in mind?” Said the big stud, returning the grin.

    Flnn left the room and called out. “I’m going to get some ice.” He was walking back to the room with a bucket of ice when Tony and Seth’s door swung open. “We could use some ice. Come on in.” Flnn handed him he ice bucket and moved to the door. Tony turned and headed into the room. Flnn glanced back to his room seeing Dylan making the thumbs up sign. As he entered the room, he reached up and flicked the safety lock out so it would prevent the door from closing completely.

    Tony wasted no time. “I want that mouth of yours on my cock.” He said as he shed his clothes. “Get your clothes off slut. I’m going to use your ass next, cause Seth likes your mouth too.” Seth was peeling off his clothes as Tony plunged his thick cock down Flnn’s throat.

    Seth was standing between the two queen beds, near the end, stroking his meat. Tony was sitting on the end of the bed, leaning back as the talented freshman bobbed on his cock, tickling the kid’s lips with his thick bush.

    Suddenly the door to the room burst open and Dylan strode aggressively across the floor. “What the fuck is going on here?” Be bellowed. As he looked down at the terrified face of the back peddling Seth. In an instant, the big man had his scared teammate backed up against the nightstand, leaning back in terror as Dylan’s angry face was inches from his.

    The blood was draining from his face as well as his cock as he stuttered and stammered for words.

    “Well if you have no answer, I’ll have to suck it out of you.” The big, jacked stud dropped to his knees and sucked in Seth’s half hard cock, to the huge, shocked inhalation of air from the ripped stud.

    Seth looked over at Tony, who with Flnn on his cock, had not moved, it had all happened so fast. They both started to laugh. “Who knew? Two freshman cocksuckers on the team.” Chuckled Tony.

    The two horny juniors dumped a load in the two freshman’s mouths and then pounded their tight pussies, while the two freshmen lay side by side on the big queen bed making out.

    Dylan and Flnn played great that night. Out on the field Dylan had run up to Flnn. “I think I run better with cum lubing my joints.” He laughed running off. The team won the game and the happy boys were back at the hotel just before 10PM.

    Flnn and Dylan were hanging out in their room playing on their phones as it was a little too early for bed, when they heard a soft knock on the door. “Hey, come on in.” Seth walked into the room.

    “What are you guys up to?”

    “Just hangin’ You?”

    “Not much. Tony went down with some of the guys to get something to eat.” Said Seth nervously, shuffling back and forth on his feet.

    “Sit down man.” Dylan moved over to the left side of the end of his bed. Seth slowly sat next to the big, gorgeous stud.

    “Can I ask you guys a personal question?”

    “Shoot.”

    “Do you like, you know, doing it with guys?” Said the junior looking at the floor, his face turning red.

    “That’s about as personal as it gets.” Laughed Dylan. “But since you pumped your load in my mouth and then in my ass, just a few hours ago, I guess I could answer. Fuck yeah. Think about it, no rag of the month club, no chance to get pregnant, not as much female drama and bitchyness, well with the possible exception of Flnn here.”

    “You fucker.” Exclaimed his laughing roommate.

    “Why, are you thinking about crossing over to the other side?”

    Seth kept looking at the floor, searching for an answer. He looked up at the hot stud sitting next to him with teary eyes and leaned in and kissed him. Dylan wrapped his arms around his hot teammate and drew him in closer to his jacked body, as Seth’s hands groped his hardening junk.

    “Guess that answers that question.” Joked Flnn pulling off his shirt.

    The young athletes were naked in no time, holding, kissing, touching, running their fingers all over their chiseled bodies. Seth looked up at Flnn. “I wanted to suck your cock so bad earlier.” Flnn put his hands on his shoulders and pushed the eager boy to his knees.

    He felt the enthusiastic mouth on his hard cock, gagging at times as he went too far. Dylan got behind the cocksucker and pulled his hips up. He pulled the muscular globes apart and pushed his nose and lips into the fuzzy crack. He flicked out his tongue across the virgin pucker.

    “IIIIIEEEEEEGGGGGGHHHH” Seth screamed around the freshman’s cock lodged in his mouth. “I see we have a ‘rim virgin’ chuckled Flnn, rocking his hips back and forth.

    Hearing his teammates reaction, the dark-haired Adonis drove his tongue in and out of the virgin hole, licking and sucking at a frenzied pace.

    Seth was screaming and moaning. His knees buckling frequently as he tried to get the hard cock deeper into his virgin throat, while the talented ass licker was driving him wild. The delirious stud pushed Flnn back and pulled off his cock. “Fuck me Dylan. Put your cock in me. I want to feel you in me. Fuck me like I fucked you. Pop my cherry.” He gushed, gasping for breath.

    “Are you sure? It will hurt at first.”

    “I don’t care. Fuck me now!” As he dove back on the dripping cock in front of his sweaty face.

    Dylan took his pre-cum slicked up cock and rubbed it across the virgin hole, mixing with the ample saliva he had tongued in. He grasped the muscular hips and pushed firmly. The head of his big cock breached the tight outer ring. The horny virgin just kept moaning loudly, feasting on the cock in his mouth. Dylan looked up at Flnn and Flnn just shrugged his shoulders.

    Dylan pushed in, slowly watching his 8” cock disappear into the firm tight ass. When he bottomed out, he again looked up at Flnn. No change in reaction from Seth, other than the louder moaning. The big, chiseled stud began to pump. “Fuck are you tight.” He groaned as he increased the pace.

    “Get up on your back on the side of the bed, your ass at the end.” Dylan commanded. The over stimulated youth moaned as the two cocks left his heaving body and laid down on the firm mattress. Dylan lifted the muscular legs up on his shoulders, while Flnn already had his cock back in the hungry mouth of his sucking teammate. The jacked stud pressed his leaking cock at his teammates slick entrance and slammed into the hilt, driving another scream from the young jock about to be fertilized.

    The dark-haired stud was now thrusting with a vengeance, trying to match the pace of his blond roommate fucking the face of the writhing stud. His hands were rubbing up and down the well-muscled inner thighs as he gripped them for leverage to slam his hips in hard.

    Flnn had one hand gripping the kid’s hair as he fucked the boys face, the other held the jocks wrists down on the bed, stretched high above his cock sucking head, when he felt the vibrations of a loud guttural scream around his pounding cock.

    He looked down just as the jacked stud’s cock erupted. The first blast landing in the kid’s hair, the second on his ear and side burn. The remaining jet after jet covering his chiseled chest. The seismic vibrations sending the blond jock over the edge. “DRINK MY CUM SLUT!” As he pumped the kid’s mouth full.

    Seth swallowed as fast as he could, but began to cough and choke, causing his tight ass to clench down harder on the pistoning cock in his ass. “FUCK. FUCK. YEAH. OH FUCK!” Dylan shouted as he pumped his sperm into the fertile cavity of the ripped jock.

    The guys lay panting on the bed together, their bodies pressed together in a tangled mess. “Fuck, guys. That was amazing.” Said their teammate through heavy breaths. “I never came so hard in my life.”

    “You were an awesome lay, bitch.” Chided Flnn. “You lost your virginity in both holes at the same time. Not many can say that, you slut.” Kidded Flnn.

    “Thanks. I guess?” Blushed Seth.

    “Don’t let him get to you. You have the best ass I have ever fucked.” Said Dylan, grinning at Flnn.

    “You fucker.” Said the blond, landing a pillow across his roommate’s face, as the two naked jocks started wrestling, with Seth between them, causing three virile young cocks to be ready for round two.

  • With a Little Help

    Gordon Marsh

    He caught my attention because he was so young looking and because he looked familiar. I thought I recognized him from somewhere and that someone had told me something about him—something that interested me. It was right there. I knew I would think of it before they made an announcement on what was going on, why we’d been delayed here in Denver.

    I’d first noticed him in the VIP lounge in New York, arresting my attention because he appeared to be quite young and traveling alone. I noticed him because he was beautiful, just what I liked—if he was legal. That was questionable. He was short and slim, blond and blue-eyed, handsome as the devil, and with a look of young innocence about him. I found myself hoping he was eighteen at least, even though I couldn’t think there would be anything that would come of it even if he was. We were just both in the VIP lounge for a bit, probably headed in entirely different directions.

    Maybe it was just because I’d had an escort in at my hotel the previous night—twenty, but small and blond and blue-eyed like this young man. I thought the escort, Jaimie he’d said his name was, but of course it wasn’t, had slim hips, which had turned me on, but this guy in the VIP lounge did too, his tight jeans accentuating the narrowness. I’d fucked the escort hard, and he took it like the professional he was. I had the urge to fuck this young man too, and something at the back of my mind thought that was a possibility. I just couldn’t isolate it, though.

    I did figure it out, but not until I was on what was supposed to be a nonstop flight to Los Angeles and the blond hunk was on the flight too—in business class. I was in first class, but when I turned, I could see him back there being so suave and flirty with the stewardesses, and I kept working in my mind where I’d seen him and what I knew about him. It finally came to me. He was a commercial model, taking roles younger than he was. The ad executive who’d told me about him, Ray Stinger, pointed him out when we were sitting in a bar and an ad with the kid in it ran across the TV overhead. Stinger said the guy was nineteen and he’d told me more—that he was on the roster of a high-end escort agency catering to men. Stinger had engaged his services before and had been very satisfied.

    We weren’t supposed to land in Denver, but we did. When we landed there, we were told there would have to be a change in equipment and that there would be maybe a two-night, unscheduled layover in Denver, although they were trying to work it out and might get us in the air again in a couple of hours. The only explanation they would give was sudden “lack of equipment.”

    The beautiful young blond once again was in an airport VIP lounge with me. I was sitting across from him, and we exchanged a few smiles, but as the time went on without us getting back on a plane, he began to fidget and act worried. The rumor started moving across the lounge that the FAA had taken all Boeing 737 Max planes out of service because a couple had gone down with the same suspected design spec. Until then I hadn’t realized—or cared—that that was what we had been scheduled to fly from New York to Los Angeles, but some of the other passengers said it was—that we’d just come off a 737. We were all going on our devices to discover that this was probably our problem and who knew when they’d marshal enough planes that weren’t 737s to get us back up in the air.

    Thinking ahead, I rose from my seat, went over near the snack bar, and made a call to my office in LA, laying out the problems, telling them to get me rebooked on an existing flight from Denver to LA that wasn’t a 737, and, as an afterthought, telling them to book a second seat. I’d give them a name later or cancel. I was sure that someone else would be happy to snarf up the seat. They booked while I waited but could do no better than to get me on a flight the next day. They got me a room in the Denver Westin International right at the hotel. I poured two complimentary beers at the snack bar and went back to the seating area. Instead of sitting down, though, I stood in front of the young blond guy and handed him a beer.

    “Here, I think you need this,” I said.

    “Thanks,” he said, taking the beer.

    “Mind if I sit by you?” I asked.

    “No. Not at all. This wondering what’s happening is driving me crazy.”

    “I could see it wasn’t making you happy,” I said. “You have to get to LA today?”

    “Or by tomorrow afternoon,” he answered. “I have appointments early the next morning. I thought getting there today would give me plenty of time.”

    “You’re traveling alone?”

    He got that I was questioning his age. He probably got that a lot. “I’m nearly twenty. And I work. I’m going out to LA to audition for a role in a TV show.”

    “Ah, that’s where I’ve seen you before,” I said. You’ve been in TV commercials, haven’t you?

    “Yes.”

    “I’m Gordon Marsh,” I said. “Here’s my card.” When he saw that, he got a lot friendlier. I figured he would.

    “I’m Alex Winstead,” he said.

    “I knew who you were. I just didn’t remember your name. We have a mutual friend. Ray Stinger, the advertising executive.”

    Alex gave me a pointed look then. Giving him the connection obviated a lot of preparation—and, with luck, some seduction. We were at the edge of the room with no other couches facing us. I took my wallet out casually and fanned the slots open to show that I was loaded with cash. Then I took the liberty of putting a hand on his knee. He looked at it and at me, but he didn’t shy away from the hand. I didn’t leave it there—just long enough to make a statement.

    “My mind’s pretty occupied with this flight delay,” he said. I wanted to believe that his tone was laced with regret—and maybe it was.

    “You may not get to LA on time tomorrow,” I said, and when he looked at me quizzically, I continued. “Apparently the whole Boeing 737 fleet has been grounded. They’re going to be hard-pressed to come up with enough planes to get everyone where they need to go anytime soon. I wouldn’t be surprised if the staff in the lounge here is starting to figure out how to give us the bad news.”

    “Shit,” he said.

    “Precisely. But I thought ahead, and I could give you a little bit of help, if you need it.”

    “A little help? What help?”

    “I’ve got two seats on an early-morning flight into LA rescheduled on an airplane that isn’t a 737 and a flight stranded passengers haven’t discovered yet, and I only need one of the seats. My office could arrange to pass on the name of someone to take that extra seat. And I’m booked at a hotel here at the airport for tonight. You could stay with me.”

    “And sleep with you?” he asked. The reference to Ray Stinger and the glance in my wallet hadn’t been lost. He could tell that I knew what he did for Ray Stinger.

    “If it’s important for you to get to those auditions tomorrow,” I said, “and that is if you need a little help to get that done.” I took out my wallet again and extracted ten fifties. “There would be extra too for satisfaction.” I folded and handed the money to him.

    Looking at the money, he said, “You seem to know the going rate.”

    “Yes, I do. I’m not a novice at this, Mr. Winstead.”

    After taking a brief look at me, he took the money.

    “That’s, of course, if I get a preview.”

    “A preview?” he asked.

    “I’m going to the men’s room. Follow me in a couple of minutes.”

    I fucked him in a toilet cubicle, Alex slouching on the toilet seat, his clothes folded and placed on the toilet tank, legs raised and spread, pressing into the sides of the cubical to keep them out of sight, and me crouching over him, between his legs, thrusting up inside him, my mouth covering his to keep the sound of sex from being heard by the other men coming and going in the men’s room. I reveled in his slim hips, holding them between my hands, able to touch the tips of my fingers, while I fucked him.

    He was an angel and a devil—young and sweet, tight and fresh, but he was a professional. He knew how to take a cock, and his passage opened quickly to me, the muscles of his channel walls pulling me deep inside him and rippling over my thrusting cock. I knew what he did for Alex Stinger to get the TV commercial spots. He was quite willing to do it for me too—for the benefits I was offering him.

    I took him to the Westin, fed him supper, and fucked him half-way through the night in my hotel bed. He was a little whore in bed. One of the best blow jobs I’d ever had and then the first time I’d had a guy roll a condom on me with his mouth. We wrestled for a while on the bed until I got him on his back under me, and then he just dug the heels of his feet in, raised his tail, clutched my buttocks, digging his fingernails in, and cried out, “Screw me, daddy. Screw me to the bed. Fuck me hard!” So, I did.

    Despite the luscious slimness of his hips and the tightness of the initial penetration, he opened right up and moved his hips with my thrusts. We made sweet music—and then again, and again after that. He made me feel young again. He didn’t treat me like an old man triple his age, overweight, and wheezing. I fucked him hard and he went with me. He’d done this many times before on the casting couch and in the back of limousines, I’m sure. But he gave it to me like he couldn’t get enough of it.

    I got him to the plane on time—although we were delayed for two hours even on the next day—and made sure he’d kept my business card when we left the plane in LAX separately. He was a luscious little piece of ass—and I’d be reminiscing on those slim hips for days.

    Larry Lu

    He wasn’t at all what I was expecting, so I started off behind the eight ball and ended up in heaven. That might have had something to do with what came later, when he uncorked and I gave him a little help. I was standing in the crowd at LAX, wearing my limousine livery, which I’d grown past feeling self-conscious in, and holding up my arrivals sign. The patches on the sleeves identified me as being with the film studio and that still had cachet in this town. I could always pretend it was a costume for a movie if I was feeling too servile. Luckily, I was built, with good hair and great teeth—and an exotic enough Asian—some would say “inscrutable”—look to get a second glance from those I’d like a second glance from. So, I was wearing the livery well. The looks I was getting indicated I was looking just fine. Unfortunately, there weren’t many lookers of the right gender and age walking around LAX arrivals.

    I was looking out over the crowd when I heard the voice.

    “I think that’s me. Are you looking for Alex Winstead? I’m Alex Winstead.”

    I brought my eye level down and saw him, pointing at the sign I was holding that had “Alex Winstead” written on it. I recognized him almost immediately. And, surprise, surprise, he was the right gender and age bracket. This was going to be challenging. Behave yourself, I told myself.

    I hadn’t connected the name I had been given and that was printed on the sign I had been holding up with a face I’d seen on the TV screen. You don’t get told names of people you’ve seen in a couple of TV commercials, and I’d seen this face and body before in TV commercials, which made sense of me being in the airport as his driver. He’d had a face and body in the TV commercials that made me remember him. He looked like he was just a kid, although I knew that could be deceiving, especially among actors. Did I mention being the right gender and age bracket? But, with my interest in late teens young men, maybe that was wishful thinking on my part. He did look like he was in his teens—and I had my experience, much to my peril, with young men pushing the edges. Luckily, this was LA and not Snob Hill in Boston.

    “Oh, sorry. They just gave me a name,” I said, embarrassed. “They didn’t give me an . . . an . . .”

    “Age,” he said. “They didn’t tell you I would be young?”

    “No, they didn’t. At least not young looking.” A quick change of topic was in order if I didn’t want to get myself into trouble. “Your flight is late. And they’d originally told me you’d be here yesterday. Come, let’s go to baggage claim and pick up your bag. You have a bag, don’t you?”

    I was off balance. Not only had I failed to see him, but he was a gorgeous young man—blond and blue eyed and with a great body for a teenager—or I was taking him to be in his teens. A great body for a late teenager as far as I was concerned was short, but well-proportioned, with a trim torso and really, really narrow hips. That’s what I wanted him to be—at least eighteen—of approachable age. And the narrow hips part was of utmost importance. It was my special fetish—the image of splitting the difference with . . . well, this wasn’t the place to start going into that.

    He was standing there, in place, speaking adult to me from a young man’s body, as people parted the way to flow around us toward the baggage area. The talent agent, Gordon Marsh, had been on the same flight, and I could tell by the looks the young actor exchanged with Marsh as they pulled apart from coming out of the tunnel together that the two knew each other. I hoped my fantasizing hadn’t caused me to miss any important information. I placed my hand on the small of his back to start guiding him in the direction we needed to walk, which was a thrill in itself. I wanted to arrange it so that I walked behind him far enough to check out his pert little buttocks on the move.

    He didn’t pull away from me. That was always a good sign.

    “Yesterday’s plane only made it as far as Denver,” Alex was saying. “They took all of that kind of airplane—a Boeing 737, I think—out of the air, which left a shortage of planes. I had to stay there overnight. Then today’s plane was late taking off.”

    I looked around before I started guiding him to baggage claim. “Is someone with you? You aren’t traveling alone, are you?”

    “Yes. All alone. Neither of my parents could pull away from their jobs in New York. I’ve been working for five years. They’re used to me going to my auditions and shoots by myself now.”

    “For five years. Then you must be at least—”

    “I’m almost twenty,” he said. “I’ve mostly done commercials and some stage work. This is my first chance at film work out here in Hollywood.”

    Nineteen. Bingo. I must remember not to salivate, I thought. And alone, moving with such confidence. And you know what they say about success in getting roles and the casting couch. And when I touched him to guide him, he was comfortable with it. It could be . . . but again, I mustn’t make assumptions.

    “Well, you’ve come almost too late for your appointment at the studio,” I said. “We’ll have to push the speed limit, and I think we’d better go straight to the studio. I can take you to your hotel to check in after your audition.” And, if you want, I can console you there if you don’t get the part, I was thinking. Once again, though, I knew I must not let my fantasies get away from me.

    “Thanks . . . Larry,” he said, leaning forward to look at my nametag.

    “Yes. Larry Lu, at your service,” I answered. “Baggage claim is this way.”

    “What sort of name is Lu? You look Asian, but I haven’t met any Asian like you as tall and built as you are.”

    He’s already remarking on my build, which, indeed, is one of my better advertisements, I was thinking. Is he coming on to me? “The name’s Chinese,” I answered. “Hope that doesn’t turn you off.”

    “Nope. It looks great on you.”

    “The Chinese have been on this coast and mixing it up with others since the gold rush. We get around to acquiring characteristics of a lot of different races. You’ll see a lot of tall, muscled-up Asians out here. They come tall in northern China, where my ancestors come from.”

    “Great. Lead on, hunky Larry Lu,” he said, giving me a sunny smile. God, he was gorgeous. Was the “hunky” an invitation to show interest? Try to remember your place, I told myself, as I palmed his lower back to guide him in the right direction. He looked up at me and smiled, making no effort to pull away from the hand. You put your hand on the small of a guy’s back and he doesn’t pull away, you’ve got yourself a gay guy.

    “How old are you, Larry?” he asked.

    “Twenty-eight, sir,” I answered, the “sir” coming out by habit from how I related to most of the movie people the studio had me driving around. I was really thirty-two, but he didn’t need to know that. A lot of young guys his age thought that anyone over thirty was too old to have sex with.

    “And are you a movie star, Larry?” he asked, the smile staying in place.

    “No, sir, I’m just driving for the studio.” But then, I was doing that hoping to be discovered, yes. And I’d been in the background of a couple of movies because I was around and heard about the cattle calls for extras—I’d been exotic beach candy for some sand movies, as we called them—playing volleyball shirtless or beach running or weight lifting or something in the background. Once I opened a movie skateboarding along a boardwalk while the opening credits were running—my big scene. An unexpected Asian—especially a tall, built one—arrested the eye in the background of a movie. Sometimes that was what the director wanted.

    I had been determined to be good California background stud material. Of course, I’d only made enough off the movie extra work to pay for the gym that helped me to maintain the physique that attracted the movie extra work. So, as long as I was on that gerbil wheel, I chauffeured for the stars and whoever else the studio wanted driven around LA. I drove young man on my own at night, usually picking them up at the gym.

    “You should be in movies,” he answered as we hightailed it to baggage claim.

    Was that some sort of signaling, I wondered. Here in LA it could be that. Could he be advertising at nineteen? That wouldn’t surprise me—the casting couch effect and all. Everyone out here on the West Coast was on the make, regardless of age—sexually as well as with career ambition. And there was a lot of male-male action. Truth be known, that was what had brought me here—that more than the possibility of getting into the movies. Well as much that as the possibility of getting into movies.

    And as far as being Asian looking, a lot of young men liked the image of being done by a Chinaman.

    “I do extra work in the movies,” I answered.

    “Cool,” he said.

    Does that mean you’ll let me fuck you? I wondered. I didn’t say it out loud, of course. He was the precious cargo and I was just the limo jockey.

    * * * *

    He wanted to sit up front in the limousine with me, and I appreciated the gesture, but I had to say, “Sorry, no can do it that way. Our rules are strict in driving the talent, and I would be reported at the studio gates if we did it that way. Just sit back and take in the sights.” At the same time, I didn’t want to put him off if he was signaling interest. I didn’t want him to be lonely if he didn’t want to be.

    “You don’t have to sit all the way in the back, if you don’t want to, though. You can take one of the forward seats back there and we can talk; this isn’t against the rules as long as I pay attention to the driving. I can tell you a little bit about the town as we drive, if you want. I don’t have to close the partition window. And you could move further back when we get close to the studio. You ever been to LA before?”

    “No, I haven’t. I’ve lived on the East Coast all my life,” he said, as I loaded his bag in the trunk of the Caddie.

    “I’ll see if I can work us over to Vine and then up to Hollywood Boulevard, and you will have gotten into the atmosphere of the place. We’re late, but that’s faster than taking the direct route.”

    When we loaded up, bless him, he didn’t, as I had said he didn’t have to do, go all the way to the back. He sat up near the front seat in a seat facing the rear and I didn’t close the glass panels. He lay his arm across the back of his seat on the other side of the panel from the back of my seat, and he turned his head toward me, putting it close enough to me that he probably could have stuck his tongue in my ear if he had had a mind to do that. I wouldn’t have minded if he’d done so. When we got going, I felt his fingertips pressing into the back of my neck.

    Yeah, he wanted me.

    As I drove, I pointed out the landmarks, and we each included little explorations of each other’s lives, and, more important, each other’s preferences and experience. We danced around the gay question, but close enough to it for both of us to understand what team we each were on. I was wearing an earring in my right ear, which in some circles—and in mine—declared gay, which is why I did it. I don’t know if it was the same with him, though. I never lost the thought that he might be interested. He said more than once that he’d never met an Asian guy as big and muscular as me before but that it didn’t put him off that I was—that it was more intriguing, as he put it.

    “Are all of the Chinese guys in this town hunky like you?”

    Again the “maybe he’s signaling” thing. “Well, you’ll see a whole hell of a lot of them out here in California,” I said. “You can decide for yourself how good they look.”

    “I think I’d like to get acquainted with them one by one—and to learn more about them,” he said, touching my shoulder from the seat behind me. Just the touchy-feely kind or was he signaling? And if that wasn’t a come-on line, I didn’t know what was. Either the kid was really naïve, or he was experienced, even at his young age—and a player. The casting couch effect?

    “I’d be happy to take you on an Asian guy crawl, if you’d like—if you can break away from the studio some night.” He didn’t respond to that, so I changed the subject. “Who are you supposed to see at the studio today?”

    “A producer on a new TV show they’re putting together called, at least now, ‘On Point’—junior high school basketball teams. His name is, let me see . . .” He rummaged around in a back pack “. . . Sam Anderson.”

    Oh, lord, I thought. Into the fire, speaking of casting couches. “Well, good luck with that,” I said. When he came out of that guy’s office, I’d probably know the most extreme of what the guy was interested in and what he’d do for it. I knew I was being jaded, but this was the land of “roll over and open your legs to get ahead.” All the attention was going to producers and directors doing it with starlets, but there were ones doing it with young guys trying to break into the movies too. I don’t know if it was the same way in New York City, but those were the playing rules out here. And Sam Anderson. Well, shit.

    “That isn’t the only audition you’re on for, is it?” I asked. “They have you on the transportation roster for a couple of more days.”

    “No, I’m auditioning for a sitcom too—a comedy about a blended family. I’d really rather have that role, but I’m trying out for anything I can get while I’m out here.”

    “Who do you audition with for that show?”

    “Someone by the name of Brandon Chapman,” he said, consulting the documents he had.

    “He’s not so bad.” He’d fuck you in a moment too, I thought. But he isn’t as nasty about it as Anderson could get. Anderson used restraints and left marks.

    “So, you’re driving me while I’m in Los Angeles?” the kid asked.

    “As far as I know,” I answered. “Maybe and maybe not. I’m on duty tomorrow, but the transportation office hands out the assignments on a daily as-needed basis.” I’d love driving you into tomorrow, kid, was what I was thinking. But it wasn’t what I said. I’d sure like it if we got to a point where I could say that, though—drive you and drive you hard; split the difference between your slim hips and drive you hard.

    He had that hand on my shoulder. He let a finger trace my carotid artery. It drifted up to that earring in my right earlobe. After that was when it settled at the back of my neck.

    “Are you flirting with me?” I asked, to get it out into the open.

    “Maybe. Do you mind?”

    “Not in the least.”

    “And, if I could find the time, I’d love doing that Asian guy crawl with you. I wouldn’t need to see any more Asian guys as we crawled, either.”

    “Just so I know, I said. Here we are, at the studio. It’s an hour later than your call time, but there wasn’t anything we could do about that. You had a change of flights. Someone will meet us at reception. Come back there after your audition is over and reception will track me down to take you to your hotel. If you don’t need me to take you to the hotel, I’ll take your bag there and they’ll have it at the desk when you check in.” If we were going to get it on, he’d have to make the move. He was the talent and was a barely legal one.

    “Why wouldn’t I need you to drive me to the hotel?”

    I didn’t want to tell him that if Anderson was seriously considering him for a part in a TV show, the young man probably was going to be dined, tied up, and fucked by Anderson as a condition for getting the part and that Anderson would drop him off at the hotel later—in well-used condition. This kid was a fast one. I was betting he’d let Anderson do it.

    “These auditions can be complicated,” I answered. “You may not get out until late.” It was the best I could do in the way of an exclamation. If he was going to work out here, he was going to have to learn the rhythms of life out here—on his own.

    Everything worked fine on check in—for a few minutes. Then it fell apart. I hadn’t made it into the drivers’ lounge until I saw Sam Anderson coming out of the elevator and his driver coming out of the lounge. Alex Winstead had been taken up in the elevators less than ten minutes before. Anderson had two young guys with him, who I recognized as Jacob Reines, a studio child actor, who’d appeared in a few sitcoms already, and Zach Peters, a breakout girl’s heartthrob singer who was trying to branch out in the entertainment industry. The young men, both eighteen or nineteen, were clinging to Anderson’s arm as they bustled out of the building and into a limo. I knew from scuttlebutt around the studio—and because I was in the market for nineteen-year-old young men myself—that both Reines and Peters blew and took cock to gain advantage. It seemed quite evident that the auditioning for the TV show had been narrowed to two candidates who were going to continue auditioning in Anderson’s bed.

    A few minutes later, a dejected Alex came down in the elevator. He looked down in the mouth. Obviously, I was up for another drive and no break.

    “That didn’t take long,” I said as Alex approached me.

    “No audition. I was too late. They told me the producer had filled the role. Can they do that—bring me all the way out here and, because of bad plane connections, not even audition me? They’re the ones who provided the plane tickets.”

    I didn’t think Anderson had totally made up his mind yet who was going to get the role, but I couldn’t disagree that it wasn’t going to be Alex. I reached out and touched his arm. He didn’t shirk away. “Yeah, they have all the say in who gets cast. You have another crack at it tomorrow, though. You’re probably lucky in not being auditioned by Anderson.”

    “Why?” Alex asked, his face looking at his shoe tops.

    “There’s a story on him. He’s really demanding of the young men he casts—young men your age, if you know what I mean.”

    “You mean you don’t get the job if you don’t let him fuck you?”

    “Something like that, yes.”

    “That’s nothing new to me,” Alex said. “I don’t think anything’s different in Los Angeles than in New York in that way.”

    “And you were prepared to . . . ?”

    “I do what I have to do,” Alex said, defiantly, looking up at me. There were tears in his eyes but a challenging look on his face.

    So that was that. Maybe I could push it, though. “And you only do it when you have to to get ahead?”

    “I do it when I want to do it,” he answered, still defiant, still looking at me directly.

    Eureka . . . maybe. I looked down again at those narrow, narrow hips.

    “Do you want me to drive you right to the hotel and let you off?” I asked, rubbing his arm a bit with my hand. “Or would you like to see some of the area first? We could get some beer and sandwiches or something and go someplace where we could look out over the city.”

    “I heard you can drive up to the Hollywood sign,” Alex said.

    “Sure, I can take you up there.”

    “Let’s go up to the sign now—and maybe the hotel later. But I’m just nineteen. I don’t know about the beer.”

    “Do you drink beer at home, Alex?”

    “Sure.” He hadn’t forgotten that he’d had beer in the VIP lounge in Denver. That smooth operator who knew Ray Stinger and who used his connections to get in Alex’s pants.

    “It seems that you don’t feel restricted about a lot of things. I’ll stop and get some beer.”

    “That’s fine with me,” Alex answered.

    “Is that all that’s fine with you, Alex?” I was really fishing hard now, but my body was sending out signals that I really, really wanted a piece of this young man and he wasn’t sending out signals to the contrary.

    “No, it’s not,” he answered, with that level stare at me. “Asian men who are tall and muscular are fine with me too.”

    * * * *

    “Do you want to go all the way up to the Hollywood sign or just to where we can see it?” I was up into the Hollywood Hills and it was time to choose an approach higher into the hilly parkland in the direction of Forest Hills Memorial Park cemetery. For a brief minute I thought of driving him into the cemetery and laying him on a raised grave, but there were too many people in that cemetery all the time, and I was on dangerous ground here. He had to declare if we were going to do what I hoped we were going to do. Not that I wouldn’t be on dangerous ground anyway. Studio flunkeys who laid the talent were quickly fired. It was irrelevant that he wasn’t studio talent yet. He hadn’t made it to an audition yet. Of course, the danger was a good third of the arousal—the other two thirds were those slim hips of his and the image of splitting the difference. I made the judgment that it was worth the risk of being fired.

    “What’s the difference between the possible roads?” he asked from the seat on the other side of the glass partition. He was sniffling, and I think he was having trouble holding it together, having come all the way out here from the East Coast, arriving just a bit late, and missing his first chance at a TV role. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to be thinking about laying the young man. I didn’t want to be blamed for spiking him when he wasn’t in control of himself.

    “They both go up through the Hollywood Hills, but one, going up North Beachwood and working our way up to Mulholland Highway will take us up to the sign and a maintenance facility above that. The other, less traveled, way is to go up Canyon Drive. That turns into Brush Canyon Trail, which is a dirt road this limo probably doesn’t want to try, although that road goes up to the sign. But where the asphalt ends is an abandoned camp ground with a real good view of the sign.”

    “An abandoned camp ground. No people?” he asked.

    “Probably not. Even if there are, there are drive offs with a view where the Caddie will fit without being seen.”

    “Canyon Drive, then, please,” Alex said.

    My spirits soared and I felt myself go hard. “Stop for beer first?” I ventured.

    “Stop for beer first,” he said.

    I fucked him in the back of the limo, on the floor between the two facing seats. There was plenty of room. He initiated it. I wouldn’t have done it otherwise, honest—at least not there, that way.

    “There’s a blanket in the trunk,” I said. “We can take it and the beer out on the rock cropping over there and you can see the sign just up the hill over there.” I’d backed the limo into a fire-trail road at the far end of the abandoned campground off Canyon Drive.

    “I can see it out the back window from here,” Alex said. “Just bring the beer into the back, and let’s sit here.” He was in the back-facing seat. “I just want to sit and get mellow.”

    I took the beer into the back. He beckoned me into the seat beside him. I popped two cans. “You didn’t open the beer if anyone asks,” I said. “You never know what makes a difference in a state as crazy as California, and there’s no reason for both of us to get into trouble.”

    “I think I want to get into trouble. Hold me a minute,” he murmured, looking oh so sad. “I’m still bummed about coming all the way out here and not getting anywhere.”

    I put an arm around him and pulled him into my side. He put a hand on the inside of my thigh, high up, which I pretended not to notice. “You’ve still got another audition tomorrow. And you said you preferred that role anyway.”

    “But what if—?”

    “We’ll get you to that audition. You’ll do great. You’ll get the role.”

    “You think so?” he asked, it coming out nearly in a sob. The kid was only nineteen, and he was out here all by himself. Of course he’d be worried about something like this.

    Maybe all he needed as a little help. I’d have to see what I could do about that. His hand had gone higher on my thigh. His thumb was on my dick outside the material of my black trousers. Of course I was hard. I wondered if he knew he was touching my dick and it was hard. But of course he knew. This kid was a player. I put a hand on his thigh and he took it with his hand and moved it to his crotch. He didn’t feel like anything special, but then, it wasn’t his cock I was interested in. At the same time, he reached up with his other hand, cupped the back of my head, and brought my mouth down to his.

    So much for drinking beer for a while.

    As we kissed, he unzipped me and freed my cock, which he proceeded to stroke, taking his lips off mine to say, “Shit, you’re huge.” I was returning the favor. He was hard too, if nothing as big as I was.

    “You sure about this? You want to stop?” I asked. “You’re what? Only nineteen.”

    “Do you care?”

    “Not really. Truth be told, I like it better that you’re young.”

    “I like it better than you’re Chinese . . . and muscled . . . and hung,” he said. “I’ve never been fucked by a muscular, hung Chinaman. Are all Chinamen as hung as you are?”

    “Are you planning to be fucked by all Chinamen?”

    “Maybe. Starting with you.”

    He slipped down to kneel between my thighs and sucked me off. I lay back in the seat, staring out through the back window at the Hollywood sign and sighing my approval of his technique. He took my cream on his cheek. He’d hold his own with any of the other young men and women on the casting couches out here.

    We drank beer and cuddled while I recovered. Then Alex made clear he wanted more—and more intimate. He stripped, went down on all fours on the floor between the backseats, gave me a provocative look, and said, “Fuck me, big boy. Screw me, Larry.”

    So, I did. Not before I played with him a bit, though. Naked now myself, I hovered over him, running my hands all over his luscious little body, finding and fondling the curves and crevices of his smooth, supple late-teenager’s body, while he murmured, “Fuck me, stud. Screw me, daddy” over and over again. As I ran my hands over him, I kept returning to his initially pert little hole with my fingers, penetrating him and opening him up. He opened up fast. The narrowness of his hips fascinated me—that’s what I always looked for in a nineteen-year-old lay.

    Could the tips of my fingers meet when I gripped his hips? Yes, they could. As I touched the tips of my fingers, I squeezed his pert little buttocks open with the heels of my hands, fully exposing the hole, which dilated open for me. This was one well-used young man. I was big but he’d be able to take me without much preparation. It would be tight at first, but that’s how I liked them—tight, with the sensation of them reluctantly stretching for me—eventually taking all of me and lying there, skewered, and docile, looking at me with “yes, take it all” big cow eyes.

    Well, this young man was about to be used again, and I didn’t sense any reluctance. I pulled a hand away only long enough to pick up a half-full can of beer and pour a stream down between his butt cheeks, as he murmured, “Yes, yes. Do it.” The rest I poured on my erection. My hands went back to gripping his slim hips. I crouched over him as he knelt on all fours. “Yes, now,” he whimpered.

    “You have to say it explicitly. You have to say, ‘Put your dick in me and fuck me, Larry.’”

    “Put your dick in me and fuck me, Larry,” he cried out, straightening his legs, raising his tail up like a foot racer just before the gun goes off. He gave me a good angle. Gripping his hips tightly, I centered my cock, penetrated, and held briefly for him to open to me as he moaned and panted hard. And then I thrust up and fucked him to another ejaculation. He held steady for me, taking it like a whore, panting and emitting words of encouragement—“Shit!” “Oh, fuck!” “Screw me good!”—going with me, thrusting back as I thrust forward, as I gripped his slim hips and plowed him.

    When we got going good, I covered him close from above, riding him high, like a race horse jockey, him holding solid like a bitch in heat being serviced, me gripping his boyish pecs and thrumming his nipples with my thumbs, latching onto the hollow of his throat with my teeth. He cried out, “Give me your Chinese cum. Inside me.” So, that’s what I did, pumping three strong wads of cum inside him in waves as he held and twitched, held and twitched. One of my hands went under and fisted his little cock, and he came for me with a long sigh.

    Nothing like supple, resilient, experienced nineteen-year-old male pussy.

    He took it very well. When I pushed him over onto his back, still hovering over him, two of my fingers up his ass, still working him, and he lay there docile and purring, he whispered “My first Chinaman.”

    “Did I—?”

    “You did just fine,” he murmured.

    So, I fucked him again.

    When I drove him back to his hotel, the Loews Hollywood Hotel, on North Highland Avenue, above Hollywood Boulevard, he invited me up.

    “You want me to come up to your room?” I asked.

    “I want it again.”

    So, I gave him the dick again in his room, on his bed. I put him on his back, grabbed his ankles, and split and raised his legs. I pushed my knees under his tight little buttocks, thrust up inside him, and fucked the hell out of him. He didn’t want me to be gentle with him and I wasn’t.

    “Love that Chinese cum!” he cried out at climax.

    Good, I thought, because there’s a whole lot of that out here in LA.

    Afterward, he went into the bathroom and I reached for the phone. A little bit of help. That’s what was called for here. I made a couple of calls. Just a little bit of help. Then I got up, dressed, and left. I didn’t think I’d survive another round with this delicious kid. I sure hope he’d get the part and was going to be back out in Hollywood for a while—needing a driver. That was another nice thing about spiking nineteen-year-olds visiting Los Angeles from far away. They were at your mercy for transportation.

    * * * *

    I wondered what Alex thought the next morning when I wasn’t the one who picked him up for the audition with Brandon Chapman. I hoped he didn’t think I was avoiding him. It was all for his good, although I didn’t stay around the evening before to tell him what I did—in case it didn’t work out.

    I got Frieda, one of the other drivers, to take Alex to the audition. I had further designs on him, so I didn’t hook him up with one of the other male drivers. He was a real firecracker, that little Alex was. I knew he’d do well at the audition. Chapman liked experienced kids, but he, like I, liked them with slim hips and at eighteen or nineteen. Alex would give him a terrific ride.

    I wasn’t the one who was taking him to that audition, because I’d found in my telephoning around while I was in the guy’s bed and he was in the john that Jacob Reines got the part in the high school basketball show. So, Jacob was out of the competition for today’s audition for the blended family sitcom. But that left Zach Peters, who I found out was auditioning today.

    So, I was giving Alex a little help. He was on his own to ride Chapman well enough to get the part. But Zach Peters, unfortunately, wasn’t going to make the audition. I managed to wrangle the assignment as his driver. I got lost taking a shortcut up Canyon Drive to see if we could find the Hollywood sign before the audition. I’d been told he was really easy, which turned out to be true. I did him in a doggie. And then I did him again—because he wanted me to. Before we knew it, it was getting dark. He missed his audition. What a pity that was.

    Then tonight, if Alex is celebrating, maybe he’d like me to come to his hotel room. I’ll bet he does a really good cowboy.

    Brandon Chapman

    He was a cocky little thing. I liked that about Alex Winstead. He’d fit real well into the character of Wade in the sitcom I was casting. Still, there were sponsors pushing for the young rock star, Zach Peters, and I had to admit that Peters not only did the cocky walk but would be a gold mine for publicity for the show. I opened the audition leaning toward Peters—and leaning hard in the direction. Auditioning Winstead was more as a favor to my friend Ray Stinger back in New York. Ray had said I’d want to do this kid. I was thinking that maybe there was a way of leading him on long enough so that I could do him and still pick Peter—and maybe do him too. Well, no, definitely do him too.

    The decision was pretty much taken out of my hands, though, in two ways. The first way was that Zack Peters skipped the audition. He didn’t show. I put it off for a half hour, coming out every ten minutes to the outer office checking on whether he’d arrived, and he hadn’t. The Winstead kid was there, though, patiently waiting in the reception room and looking oh so young and oh so sexy.

    I’d really settled on Peters already, but I felt lucky that I had such an acceptable backup possibility.

    Eventually, I gave up waiting. I couldn’t take all day at this. I called the Winstead kid into my office and that’s when the decision was pulled right out of my hands. First off, he was terrific in the audition. He’s a natural-born actor—both funny and poignant, just what the role needed. And he could play the high school freshman role. I kept looking at his folder to make sure it said he was nineteen. Another two months and he’d be twenty.

    Beyond the younger role playing, he was driving me nuts with his smaller, perfectly formed body—and the blondness, the blue eyes, the shy, yet vulnerable and sensual smile. He didn’t question me when I asked him to strip down to his briefs and turn this way and that for me. I said he’d be playing basketball a lot and I’d have to get an idea how he’d look dressed down in “skins.” His portfolio indicated that he was, in fact, a good basketball player. That was one thing we weren’t sure of with Peters, and we were going on faith that Peters could be taught to be convincing on screen.

    He saw his effect on me as I watched him—beautiful slim body; such narrow hips—posing and turning for me in only his briefs. No doubt he’d heard about me and my fetish for young men in his age bracket. Ray Stinger, who was pushing the kid at me, would have told him that. Ray Stinger would have enjoyed having him to be interested in promoting the guy’s career. That was fine with me. It cut right to the chase. I slouched down in my chair, pulled out from behind my desk, going hard, and using every restraint I could not to touch myself. He went right for getting the role—and got it. He took the situation and me in hand.

    I knew as soon as he’d gone over to the door and turned the lock that he was going to let me fuck him. He’d seen as soon as he’d come into my office that I had a couch blocked from sight from the door by a bookcase. He knew about the casting couch concept. Ray Stinger had told me that Alex knew everything there was to know about the casting couch.

    After locking the door, Alex was on his knees between my spread thighs, unzipping me, taking me out, taking me in hand, licking up on side and down the other. Patting me on this cheek, and then taking me inside his mouth and taking me to heaven with a soft, talented mouth.

    When I felt him pull off me and opened my eyes, he was across the room, on the couch. He’d slipped his briefs off and was lying on his back on the couch, pert little ass at the edge, and holding his legs up and spread.

    I was on him in seconds, kneeling between his thighs, eating his puckered hole out, gripping his narrow hips between my hands, spreading his butt cheeks. Then I was rising over him, splitting the difference between his hip bones, penetrating him . . . fucking the hell out of him, while he whimpered, “Yes, fuck me, daddy. Screw the shit out of me.”

    He asked for it; he got it. He also got the part in the sitcom.

    Gordon Marsh

    I happened to be standing at the window, with no appointments or calls to make for another hour, when I saw him arrive. He was in a TV studio car, and the Asian pimp I sometimes used to procure young men for me, Larry Lu, handed him out of the limo. The kid was a real rock star for how fast he seemed to be moving up. I had to assume he had done well in one of the auditions he’d told me about or he wouldn’t be chauffeured around in a studio car. Kinda fun Larry was driving him, though.

    I did wonder for a few minutes if he was coming to see me. This building was crawling with talent agents. The studio might have already fixed him up with someone else in the business.

    But then I heard him at the desk in reception, just outside the door to my office.

    “Yes, can I help you?” I heard Audrie ask.

    “I’d like to see Mr. Marsh, please,” the young guy answered.

    “You are a client of his?” she asked. She knew damn well he wasn’t—yet—but she had this song and dance she went through with everyone who showed up at the office blind.

    “No, I’m not . . . but—”

    “I’m afraid he’s busy now and it would be five or six weeks before you could have an appointment. Would you—?”

    “He gave me his business card. Said I could come see him anytime I had work to represent. He said to come to him if I needed a little help. See, it says here on the back of the card, ‘See me when you have a part.’ I have a part in a sitcom on TV now—if I can get an agent to represent me.”

    I let both of them out of their misery. I stepped up to the door into the reception room and opened it. “There you are, Alex. I lost track of you in the LA airport when we landed the other day. You say the audition you were coming to town to have went well? This is Alex Winstead, Audrie. Could you open a file on him, while he and I talk in my office about contracts? Tomorrow’s fine for you to do that; it’s too late today. Just take down the name now. And hold my calls, please. In fact, take off early, if you like. Turn the phones off and just go. Come on in my office, Alex.”

    Audrie didn’t ask question. She knew what this routine meant.

    “I hope you might be interested in being my talent agent, Mr. Marsh,” Alex said, as he walked over to the door. “The studio said it would send me to an agent, but I remember you telling me in Denver that that is sort of a racket—getting an agent recommended by the studio. With what you wrote on your card . . . and all . . . I thought maybe you would represent me.”

    “Of course I’m interested in representing you,” I said, thinking that if he passed an audition this quickly maybe I’d be interested in agenting him as well as what else I was interested in doing with him.

    After he was through the door and I saw that Audrie, who was a smart cookie, was standing and putting on her sweater, I ushered him across my office to where there was a couch, and before I followed him, I closed and locked the door to reception.

    Both Alex and I knew why I had done that. So did Larry, sitting downstairs in the studio limousine and most likely whistling. I’d have to find out how much of this was with his little bit of help and would reward him appropriately.


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  • Meeting Dad

    I grew up without a father. By the age of sixteen, I had grown accustomed to this fact, and mum and I never really spoke about dad. All I got told was that my father was an oaf and that their very brief marriage had been a difficult one. According to her, I was better off not knowing him. I didn’t even have a clue what he looked like because there were no photos of him. I took after my mother in appearance. She was fair-haired, slim, five-feet-six tall, and attractive. I had the same blue eyes as my mum, and there was absolutely no doubt that we were mother and son. I was often teased about being far too pretty for a boy and swore that if I heard that statement one more time, I was going to shoot the person uttering those words. What pissed me off was being told, “You’re so pretty, you should have been a girl.”

    My grandparents also never mentioned my father, and I was sure that they had not liked him. I supposed this was another reason why my father’s existence never got acknowledged.

    Six months before I turned seventeen, however, my life changed remarkably. My mom, Kerry, was diagnosed with terminal cancer and would be dead in six months. We had a very kind neighbor named Lilly, who helped us out during mom’s illness. With my mom being an only child, we had no extended family, and my frail grandmother was also incapable of contributing in any way. A week before my mother passed, she eventually broke down and contacted my father, Matt.

    Two monumental facts emerged at this time; Firstly, Matt did not know of my existence, and therefore, didn’t realize that he had another son called Rhys. Secondly, I also did not grasp that I had an older half-brother named Mark. Mom had married dad several months after Matt’s first wife had passed away, by which time Mark, the son from his former marriage, was already a year old.  

    When my mother left my father, she did not know that she was already four weeks pregnant with me. Having not slept with another man at that time, she knew that I could only be his child. Mum informed Matt that if he required a paternity test to verify her claim, she would understand. He never did. As she explained to him telephonically, she had decided to keep my existence a secret to keep things uncomplicated. Unfortunately, given her current condition, she now had no other option, and I would have to live with my father after her death.

    Matt arrived two days later, three days before my mother passed. He stayed in our flat during his visit. I first met him at the hospital while visiting mom and was taken aback by his solid appearance. Dad was a construction worker. He was ruggedly handsome, forty-four-years-old and stood six-feet-two-inches-tall. He was quite hairy, and the dark hair on his head was gray flecked. His hands and feet were huge. When he walked into mom’s ward, he bent down to kiss her before awkwardly hugging me.  

    After their chitchat, mom asked me to leave the room and wait in the passage. My parents then spoke for about an hour or so. En route back to our apartment later, dad stopped to buy pizzas for dinner. My father was very embarrassed that he had not brought along a picture of my twenty-one-year-old step-brother, Mark, before leaving to be with us. Dad and I spoke for a while after dinner before I went to bed. With the advent of the summer holidays two weeks earlier, I still had another three weeks of vacation left. Dad’s company had given him compassionate leave due to the circumstances in which we found ourselves.

    We spent the next day at the hospital, and that night my mother went into a coma from which she did not recover. She passed away a day later. On the following two days, funeral arrangements got made, and we also visited my school for the necessary transfer documents I required. The contents of mom’s apartment got disposed of, and two suitcases of odds and ends belonging to me were packed into dad’s pick up. I had turned seventeen during this upheaval, and it was not a happy birthday.

    The day after the funeral, we departed for my next home. During the drive, the smell emanating from Matt was potent, and I would soon come to know, showering in my new life would not be a priority. This routine was very different from my life with mom, where showering was a daily requirement. When we arrived at my new home later that day, I realized that I would be living in a trailer park. Our ‘home,’ however, appeared quite neat from the outside. As we got out of the vehicle, my step-brother, Mark, walked out of the front door to greet us, only wearing a pair of shorts.

    The resemblance between him and dad was remarkable, and I instantly knew what dad had looked like at Mark’s age. Mark was almost as hairy as our father but had a fuller head of black hair. He was over six-foot-tall and very handsome.  

    Once inside, I was amazed by the layout of the trailer. It was bigger than it had looked from the outside. The open part of the interior consisted of a kitchen, dining room, and living room. There were also two bedrooms and one bathroom. Mark and I shared a room with a large double bed, a temporary measure as dad informed me. After our arrival, dad put on shorts and walked around barefoot like Mark. Mark’s feet were dirty, and dad joked with him about his strong musky smell.

    Mark always had to be reminded to shower, according to Matt, and with dad away over the previous few days, it appeared that Mark had forgotten where the bathroom was. Mark’s hands also looked like they needed a good scrubbing. Mark and Matt drank beer and smoked while supper got prepared. I also put on a pair of shorts to conform. I even got offered a beer, which I sipped very slowly so as not to offend. Being with guys was vastly different from my former existence.

    As we ate, I saw table manners were unimportant to Mark and Matt, and they hadn’t even bothered to wash their hands before eating. While washing up the dishes, they joked about being overdressed due to my presence. Generally, they usually walked around the trailer naked. They always left a pair of shorts over a chair at the front door in case of unexpected visitors. I was starting to realize why my mother would have found life with my father such a strain because she was very straitlaced. I, however, was finding this new carefree existence rather refreshing and unnaturally stimulating.

    Dad informed me that he would prefer me to refer to him Matt in the future, as I had noticed Mark doing. Before bed, I also got told about another tradition in this household, where male affection was the norm. After kissing both Matt and Mark, I went to bed after brushing my teeth. The guys continued chatting another half an hour before Mark walked into our room and inquired if I was still awake. Pretending to be asleep, I did not reply. Mark then got into bed, and I had to listen to what would become Mark’s nightly masturbation ritual, a custom that almost drove me out of my mind with lust. As if that was bad enough, the heady smell of escalating virility followed, by the beguiling odor of spunk that he simply massaged into his torso, almost drove me out of my mind.    

    When I awoke on Saturday morning and headed to the bathroom for a shower, I heard Matt busy in the kitchen as I reentered my room. When Mark got up out of bed, he was naked, and as he stood stretching and yawning, I observed his cock was uncut. The uncut dick pleased me because I was one of the few guys at my former school who had a foreskin. I had always felt like the odd man out because of this.

    Mark then threw me onto the bed and started tickling me. As I giggled and tried to fight him off, he said that he felt stoked to have a brother of his own. I had always wondered what it would be like to have a brother, and the familial warmth was extremely gratifying. At that moment a brotherly bond between us got established, and after that, I would always love him unreservedly. Sadly, although I could feel Mark’s cock was hard, nothing initially happened between us.     

    After joining dad in the kitchen, we ate our breakfast in the nude. My eyes almost came out on stalks when I observed Matt’s dick, which was an amplified version of Mark’s.   

    Matt and Mark then spent all morning, and afternoon, working on a pickup that Mark had gotten for his twenty-first birthday. We had sandwiches for lunch and, surprisingly, both men washed their hands before we ate. By the end of the day, they got covered in grease and showered before we had a barbeque that evening.  

    After getting into bed later, Mark asked me how often I masturbated. Shyly, I answered, “Once a day.”

    When I asked him the same question, he laughed and then replied, “Lots more than that.”

    Out of the blue, he then asked, “Do you prefer boys?” I had never blushed so profusely in my life. Picking up on my extreme discomfort, he said, “That’s okay, buddy, no need to talk about it now. Relax, it’s all cool.”

    Having reached puberty five years earlier, I knew that I was gay, but I had never told my mother. I was concerned about what my father and half-brother’s reactions might be if they eventually found out.

    Around midday on Sunday, Matt packed a picnic basket before we drove off to one of his favorite spots. After a few enjoyable hours, we returned home. As dad had to resume work the following day, he went to bed early. Mark was between jobs, which was the norm in his life.

    On Monday, after dad left for work, Mark and I spent the day driving around the area as he introduced me to my new environs.

    ***

    Cal Evans lived in a corner trailer next to us. Cal, short for Calvin, was a forty-two-year-old man. Mondays to Fridays, Cal worked the night shift at a warehouse as a security officer, from eight p.m. till six a.m. Cal was divorced and had three sons, two of whom lived with their dysfunctional mother. Aidan, who lived with his dad, was the eldest son. He was twenty-years-old and worked as an auto mechanic. Aidan got followed by Brad, who was seventeen, and then Bobby, who was sixteen. Both of them were still at school. I would not meet Cal and the boys until the following Saturday. Cal had taken his boys off in his camper van on their annual holiday. Matt referred to their excursion as ‘an annual hillbilly gathering in the mountains.’ I got warned; that although Cal and the boys were real rednecks, they were great guys and were virtually like family to Matt and Mark.

    I spent a quiet week acclimatizing to my new environment. Fortunately, Mark did not again press me on the matter of his unanswered question. Before we fell asleep at night, Mark’s goodnight hugs became increasingly suggestive, and it was almost like he was testing me. When I hoped that things would get taken further, Mark restrained himself and settled into his self-pleasuring a while later.     

    On Friday night, the Evans’ finally arrived home at around nine p.m. At that late hour, however, I would not meet them until the following morning. The Evans’, except for Aidan, who was spending the day with a friend, visited at ten the next morning to meet the new boy. Dad had not lied about them; they were real rednecks!

    Cal was around five-feet-eleven inches tall. His face was pockmarked, presumably from acne as a teenager. He was almost bald except for a few tufts of hair around the sides of his head and sported a long moth-eaten looking goatee. Although Cal and his boys were lithe of build, there was no doubt that the Evans’ sinewy bodies were powerful. They were all unattractive, barefoot, topless, and wearing dirty shorts. Both sons had unfortunately inherited their father’s skin condition. The two boys sported mullet hairstyles that were in sore need of a wash. When man hugs got exchanged, the three of them smelled a little ripe.

    While all us youngsters talked among ourselves indoors, Matt and Cal each grabbed a beer and went outside for a chat and a smoke. Along with Mark, both Evans boys lit up cigarettes and drank beer. Twenty minutes later, when Matt and Cal rejoined us, Cal looked at me and said, “You’re prettier than any girl or boy I’ve ever seen.” I was grateful that, ‘or boy’ had been added.

    Cal then walked over to me with a predetermined look on his face, as if he was going to prove a point.  Next, after grabbing hold of me, he began to give me a tonsil washing of note. I offered no resistance as I got ensconced by his robust grip. I then observed Matt embracing Brad and Mark doing the same with Bobby. I was astounded!

    When Cal finally let go of me, I looked from Matt to Mark, who were both shrugging and smiling collusively. Mark then spoke. “It’s your call, Rhys. Now that you know the lay of the land, you must decide.”

    I had been through two bombshells recently, and as much as sex with a guy was no problem for me, I had not realized that ‘man-love’ ruled in my new neck of the woods. Matt and Mark fucked Bobby and Brad regularly. Cal and Aidan also often had sex with Mark.

    Overwhelmingly I wondered if incest also got practiced in the enclave of iniquity. Thus far, Matt and Mark had given me no cause to believe this was the case.    

    Continuing to grasp my wrist, Cal coercively suggested that I head back to his trailer with him. As if in a trance, I followed. As we were leaving, the other two couples were already moving off to their respective bedrooms.

    I got overcome by mixed emotions. My pristine upbringing was getting obliterated by the second, and what I would have believed to be unacceptable a few days before was now sexually exciting beyond belief. I wondered if I had always been an inhibited skank-hound because the yuckiness of all these men was making me crazy with lust.            

    After stripping my clothes off me, Cal placed me on his bed. He then dropped his shorts and got on the bed with me. After kissing me a short while, Cal lifted my left leg and tilted my body to the side, began fingering my arse. He worked my hole very gently initially, priming me for his knob. Shortly, Cal started to prod my pucker with his dick before entering and fucking me steadily. Later, he pushed me flat on my back, and after pulling both my legs in the air, Cal gave me an anal massage that drove me crazy. Because Cal had a curved cock that was hectically upturned, he practically pulverized my prostate.

    As Cal continued thrusting, he lowered his pungent body onto me, giving me a tonsil and face washing from his overactive tongue. When he again lifted his body and intensified his plunging, my body kept getting turned from side to side. Moments later, I shot my first load without even touching my cock. After Cal had licked my spunk off me, he turned me over to the doggy position, and with his body at my side, slid two of his long fingers into me. He then manically massaged the inside of my arse before adding a third finger. After intensively prodding and manipulating my butt, I shot a second load, gasping like a bitch in heat.

    Next, Cal shoved his dick back into me and started increasing his pace. When he sensed that I was getting close, Cal pulled his dick out of me, and turning me onto my back, mounted me in a sixty-nine position. Cal’s banana cock slid down my throat comfortably and as he stabbed, with his sweaty balls dancing over my nose and eyes. After shooting his load down my throat, Cal lifted off and lay on his back next to me. Then, after placing his hands behind my head Cal directed my face towards his left armpit, instructing me to clean him. After both armpits had got cleansed, my head got moved down his crotch. I couldn’t believe how much I was becoming tanked-up on his filth. I had grown up in a floral world of air fresheners, lotions, and feminine odors.     

    By the time I finished servicing Cal his cock, Cal was hard again. Pushing me down on my stomach, Cal then mounted and fucked me again. This time, there was no holding back as I got the pummeling of my life. After a few minutes of gasping and grunting, Cal once more emptied his balls into me.

    By lunchtime, I returned home as Brad and Bobby were returning to their trailer. We had sandwiches for lunch because we were all getting together for a barbeque that evening. After lunch, Mark headed outdoors to work on his pickup, while Matt and I prepared salads for that evening. As we were busy doing our thing, Matt looked at me and asked, “Rhys, are you okay with what happened today?”

    “Yes,” I replied, then after a pause, I reassuringly added, “I am gay, Matt.”

    After an encouraging smile, Matt spoke again. “I just want you to know that Cal and Aidan are going to keep you very busy. Secondly, as you have seen, we are all on the skanky side, and things can get a little rough at times. If anything that happens that takes you out of your comfort zone, you let me know, and I will take care of it.” I nodded my head in acknowledgment.

    When we arrived at the Evans’ at six, the barbeque was well underway. Just before seven, as Cal was finishing off preparing the meat, Aidan arrived home. He had spent the day at a buddy’s home fixing a car. Remarkably, Aidan made the rest of us look neat and tidy. His hands and bare feet were grubby, and his t-shirt and shorts, grimy. Aidan observed me with fascination as we got introduced. Afterward, Cal moved over to talk to Aidan privately. As Cal spoke to him, Aidan stared at me with an ever-escalating look of lust on his face. As he glared, his tongue toyed with his extended tobacco filled bottom lip. Next, Aidan moved in my direction and virtually glued himself to me.

    I had never encountered anyone who chewed tobacco and was stunned by the occasional spitting that accompanied the habit. When Aidan didn’t have a hand on my shoulder, his crotch got pressed up behind me. In our small enclave of sleaziness, he was the top alpha. His potent hum concerned me a little initially, but as the evening progressed, I felt myself becoming intoxicated by his aroma. Aidan was the least attractive of the Evans clan but exuded an incredible sexiness. Taller than his dad, his body language was calm but yet, authoritative. I felt like I had got comprehensively appropriated by him as time wore on. After we had all eaten, Aidan once more took up station behind me.

    Aidan’s grinding and hand action now began to escalate, and soon he placed his mouth at my ear and said, “Are you ready for your honeymoon, baby? Tonight you belong to me.”

    I then felt Aidan’s hand slip into the back of my shorts before an icky finger began to rub my hole. Next, his finger commenced fingering my well-fucked hole and stirring his father’s cum inside me. I was so horny that I pushed back, encouraging his attention. Aidan’s other hand then got shoved into the front of my shorts and started squeezing my balls.

    Observing Aidan and me, Mark laughed and said, “Jesus, Aidan, shouldn’t you guys take that indoors?”

    “Fuck yeah… my nuts are heavy with ball slime,” Aidan replied before I felt myself getting steered inside their trailer. Since I had met Aidan his controlling machinations made me feel like a horny ingénue who was about to get ravished by a ‘bad boy.’   

    When we arrived in his very messy bedroom, Aidan pulled our t-shirts off before clamping me in his arms. He did not remove the tobacco from his mouth as he began kissing me. The sensation was unbelievable because his saliva had a viscous consistency. As the brown liquid mingled in my mouth and coated it, his dirty finger once more tantalized my puffy hole.   

    When our lips broke apart, Aidan asked, “Must I take the chaw out of my mouth?”  

    “No,” I replied.

    Aidan then pushed both our shorts and underpants down before maneuvering me onto the bed. As I would come to know with Aidan, he loved controlling my arms, which immediately got clamped alongside my head. With his torso slightly lifted and his knees pushing my legs apart, Aidan began grinding his crotch into me. As Aidan’s head hovered above me, the chaw juice started dribbling out of his lips and into my mouth. When our lips joined, the tobacco slug began to move in and out of my mouth. I couldn’t believe how good it tasted and how much it was turning me on. The skank of my new life was entrancing me, and every pungent odor and taste continued ensnaring me.

    Gone was my former prissy existence, and I was reveling in masculine grime. My daily showers would become a forgotten ritual, and I was wallowing in my newfound grubbiness. After lifting one of my legs, Aidan was soon pushing his dick into me and spearing my arse. As he kept kissing me, more brown slime trickled into my eager mouth. Next, Aidan reversed his body position as we moved into a sixty-nine position. When his unctuous mouth encased my knob, I had never had a blowjob of such proportions. The viscosity was unbelievable as my cock was enveloped by his warm slimy lips.

    As I sucked on his pungent dick, his unctuous mouth tantalized my knob as never before. In no time, I was hyperventilating as his head manically hammered rhythmically on my phallus. My release was more memorable than any I had ever experienced before. Once he had sucked the last residue of cum out of me, he instructed me onto my stomach. Swiftly altering his body position, Aidan mounted me and fucked the living shit out of me. As Aidan finally began shooting his load, we grunted like animals. Afterward, as we lay side by side, Cal entered the room.

    “From now on, I’ll be fucking you in the afternoons, and Aidan will be tuning you up at night,” Cal announced. Before he departed, he added, “When you get finished, send Rhys to my bedroom.”   

    Although I had no plans to leave early, when Aidan drifted off to sleep quickly, after moaning about the hardworking day he had just been through, his unbelievably loud snoring left me in no doubt that I had to get the fuck out of there.  

    When I stuck my head into Cal’s room, he was also fast asleep and in unison with Aidan. I didn’t mind and was quite tired after my exciting and hectic day.

    As I passed through their lounge, I abruptly got stopped by the sight of Brad and Bobby cocooned in a sixty-nine position on their sleeping bags. While I had been busy with Aidan earlier, I was sure that I had heard them returning home.

    Jesus… Incest must be part of the scene in this neck of the woods,’ I thought to myself.

    Back in our trailer, I got into bed as quietly as I could, not to wake Mark. As I began to unwind, Mark turned and faced me.

    “So, buddy, did you enjoy yourself?” Mark asked.

    “Yeah… Very much,” I replied.

    “You see, Matt and I told you that you would like the Evans’ clan,” Mark said enthusiastically.

    “Yeah, you were right, and I am enjoying being here with you guys. Although I will always miss my mother, that’s all over now, and I need to get on with life,” I wistfully replied.

    After a long pause, I tentatively asked, “Mark, when I was leaving the trailer next door, I saw Brad and Bobby fucking… Is incest part of the scene with all you guys?”

    “Mmm, Matt and I spoke about this issue and were worried how you would react,” Mark quietly informed me.

    “Do you and Matt have sex?” I hesitantly asked.

    There was a long pause before Mark answered, “Yeah… Are you shocked?”

    An inexplicable excitement now pulsed through me. I knew that was listening to was bizarre, but I didn’t care. “So basically, everyone is fucking anyone,” I replied.

    “Yeah, pretty much… Matt and I started having sex a couple of years ago after the Evans’ moved in. When Matt and I realized what was going on next door, it was like a veil got lifted, and soon we were all getting into the swing of things. Brad and Bobby are recent additions after Bobby turned sixteen, and they finally insisted on visiting Cal,” Mark explained.

    “Now that they are legally able to do so, I sure they’ll be moving in permanently next door, pretty shortly,” Mark concluded.

    After another brief pause, Mark asked, “Rhys, are you freaked out by all of this?”

    “No, not really,” I answered.

    “Cool. That’s great news,” Mark replied with a chuckle before leaning over and kissing me passionately.

    As our lips parted, I rhetorically asked, “Why is it good news?”

    “Well, Brad and Bobby aren’t exactly the two best-looking guys in the world, and with your good looks, Matt and I were worried that Cal and Aidan would be getting a much better deal than us,” Mark explained, still chuckling.

    As I joined in with his merriment, Mark asked, “Are you worn out after today?”

    “No, not really… Why?” I answered.

    “Well, I’d like to do what I have been dreaming about over the past few days,” Mark replied as his body moved on top of me.

    The ardency of his method was less hectic than both Cal and Aidan. Much as I had enjoyed having sex with them, Mark’s ardency was unbelievably sensual. It did not take long before my legs got placed over his shoulders, and that thick uncut cock I had admired was spearing into me. Mark’s cock was bigger than both Aidan and Cal’s dicks, and I was pleased my arse had been well-primed for him. Mark was also a great kisser, and from his passion, it was abundantly clear that I was getting a lesson in proper love-making. It was awesome!

    As I enjoyed our session, I was abruptly brought out of my reverie when I heard a voice from behind us.

    “So, it looks like I’ll be saving some money and not have to buy two three-quarter beds after all,” Matt stated with a giggle as he stared at us.

    “Rhys is cool with everything… Matt,” Mark informed him.

    “That’s good news. Does that mean that I can also get included?” Matt asked with a rhetorical chuckle.

    “Sure,” Mark answered on behalf of both of us.

    “Great. Let’s move through to my room and use the bigger bed,” Matt then suggested.

    The thought of having my first threesome with two of the hottest men on the planet almost had me pissing myself.

    Before getting on the bed, Matt embraced and commenced kissing me. To add to my ecstasy, Mark moved behind me, and soon the two hunks started grinding into the filling between them. Matt and Mark now sensually kissed my shoulders, neck, and face from both sides, as their hands caressed me in a cocoon of bliss. Not long after, my body got turned as Matt now moved behind me.

    “It looks like your old man is also finally going to get his turn,” Matt said, as his cock commenced sliding into my backside.

    That night I experienced my greatest level of sexual gratification. It was a tour de force as I got comprehensively stud-fucked. They were incessantly all over and in me. I cannot remember eventually falling asleep, but I am sure that sheer exhaustion finally took its toll.

    My greatest concern the following day, as I took stock of my new life, was when I would be able to do my homework in the future.           


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  • Pissing free

    I can’t remember how I got in touch with this guy named Ian, must have been a forum online I guess. But the result was that he invited me over to his apartment one afternoon while his boyfriend was away.

    He said he was in a committed relationship but it was very “vanilla” and Ian wanted to try some kinky stuff that his boyfriend wouldn’t be into. Specifically Ian wanted to try water-sports.

    So we downed a beer each then a couple of glasses of water and went to the bathroom. I knelt down in front of the toilet and leaned my head back while he pissed all over my face. It made me horny right away so when he stopped pissing I pushed him into the shower cubicle and let loose a stream of piss all over his body. By then the water we’d drunk had done its job and our piss was running clear.

    We towelled off and went and had a couple more glasses water and another beer to get things moving, and after talking for a while we moved to his bedroom. I wondered about getting the quilt wet but he wasn’t concerned about it. We got into the sixty-nine position and took each other’s cocks inside our mouths. Then we both started pissing and guzzled each other’s piss-load till we were empty. Ian loved it and so did I. It was one of the “dirtiest” things I had done in a long time. We didn’t even have sex, just enjoyed drinking each other’s piss-loads.

    I didn’t have the pleasure of seeing Ian again, but what we’d done got me interested in exploring more. So while interstate not long afterwards I went to a sauna one night and had my second experience. I went down on my knees to suck a cock, and the guy pressed his hands to either side of my head to make sure I didn’t pull away, then started pissing into my mouth. I guzzled like a true pig and swallowed it all.

    The guy moved away then, but I was turned on and went looking for more cock. A few minutes later I found a big beefy guy with a hard-on, and I guided his (sheathed) cock into my hole and told him to fuck me as hard as he wanted. He pounded my arse for some time, holding me tight in his arms while I begged him to fill me, and soon he came inside the rubber.

    Just a few weeks later I was overseas on holiday, in the northern summer. I went to a bar and got talking to a really cute blonde named Eric, who was French. He said he was there with his English boyfriend and introduced us. Impulsively I planted a sloppy wet kiss on the English guy who immediately suggested we take it somewhere less public, so we headed back to their home.

    Once inside their apartment, Eric pushed me down to my knees in front of the toilet and I knew what he wanted. I tilted my head back and let the two of them hose me down and fill my mouth with hot man-piss. Then the blonde swapped positions with me so I could let him have my piss-load all over his face and chest.

    Dripping wet and with our tee-shirts soaked, we stripped off and towelled dry, and the three of us headed into the bedroom. I was hugely turned on by the idea of having two men at once, and I fucked Eric and sucked his boyfriend’s cock before letting the boyfriend pound my arse into the mattress. We did use condoms of course.

    We slept together that night and in the morning the guys had to go to work so I needed to head back to my room. Only problem was my tee-shirt was still sopping wet! So Eric gave me a clean tee-shirt to wear on the bus and every time I wore it over the next couple of years it stirred pleasant memories of my sexy night with those two hot men.

    On a visit to a Sydney sauna not longer afterwards I got talking to a guy who confessed he was interested in trying water-sports. So we stripped off and went to the shower cubicle. I knelt at his feet and let him shower me with his urine and then drank it direct from his cock. It got me so horny that when he finished filling my belly with piss I was rock-hard. I knew he was a bottom so I stood up and turned him round and plugged my cock into his hungry hole, and began fucking him furiously. I had tested negative recently so threw caution to the wind and I soon pumped my load into his tight arse.

    I haven’t had a piss session since then but am hoping to find another piss-play mate soon.


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  • Cloister! Castle! Behind & Beyond!

    A Tale of Yore that Never Was

    Preface

    If there had been an outlet for sex stories equivalent to Gaydemon about 500 years ago, a story written for it might resemble this.

    Dedicated to the author Sir Thomas Malory


    Near the whimpering end of the 30 Years War, Europe’s mighty families, their fortunes depleted, were doomed to accommodate themselves to new austerity. The same for remote monasteries and nunneries – no longer supported by vast farm lands and simpering peasants who believed as strongly as before in supporting society’s hangers-on and the myths they hawked.

    Unseemly situations prevailed and were lost to history until now.

    Count Nikolaus of Braunschweig-Pemmican and his Countess Elvira, whose servants had perished or fled, their lands ravaged, hung on in the colossal, nonsensical sprawl of centuries-old Castle Grunblat, his family’s legacy. The original tall-walled keep, its moat long dry, had a decrepit, turreted wing to the East built by Othmar of Wurstebrei in the 13th century and a West wing, also turreted but non-symmetrically, constructed by later order of Adelberto of Schwartzenburg. An outer wall had been thrown up by Landsknecht Friedrich VII of Braunschweig, who was lost to history when a section of it crushed even his armor flat.

    Elvira, known as the Dark Lady, wore mourning black in recognition of her husband’s plight, which helped not the man’s mood. She curtsied to him and sighed, “Winter lasted discontentedly long. I’ve no apples, not even dried, to distribute to the rabble that remaineth in our domain.”

    “Nor I any coin of the realm,” he lamented, not that it mattered.

    Mutually downcast, they sank into threadbare cushions on creaky-jointed chairs. Dust motes meandered dismally in rays of morning’s light. Ideas, ill-birthed, drifted similarly in the addled brains and conversations of both. How they might regain their families’ earlier, idly-rich lifestyles continued to elude them.

    The Dark Lady (as she was ever known) and her Count (once known in certain circles as Naughty Niky) chewed as best they could crusts of moldy bread found hidden from view in a distant, dusty cupboard, the last food they knew of in their dank and dirty castle. Wine, slightly gone off, gave vinegary flush to the crumbs.

    Distantly, a much-dented bell was heard dully to clang.

    Clang.

    “Hark,” harkened the Count. “Someone calleth at yon gate.”

    “How can that be? Is the outer drawbridge down?” Her veils fluttered ominously, “Are we under attack again?”

    “Beloved, that drawbridge fell down last week, remember? The portcullis is down, too. If I must go, I’ll use the side gate. It may not have rusted.”

    She swigged from her cup, “Oh.” Made a face like that a hanged man, tongue out.

    Count Nikolaus of Braunschweig-Pemmican gathered himself together and descended the forty-two stone steps from ancestor Othmar of Wurstebrei’s wing. Clumping the hundred feet or so from there to the sunlit gate, he forgot to let go of his tatty robe, so presented himself, scrawny limbs and member in view, to the figure out front.

    “Avaunt! We have nothing for you.”

    “Niky, it is I, Conrad.”

    The Count blinked at the unaccountably fat abbot standing there, bulk shifting from one hip to the other. “Conrad who?”

    “Conrad the Cute, or don’t you remember? He dropped his tone, “Connie.”

    Nikolaus scratched his pate.

    “It mattereth not now, for I am Conrad, Abbot of the Monastery of St. Prickhaft-the-Sodomite on yonder mount.” He needlessly indicated distant rubble, “We are venerable as the old and distant Bede, held high in esteem for our work among the young.”

    “Why e’er stand you at our squeaky gate? Mine is little to offer but a cup of soured wine,” he said, stepping aside for his portliness to waddle through to the leaf-strewn courtyard.

    “We face straits most dire. No shelter for our cherishable persons. The Winter was severe and life is most dure, Niky.”

    “Shhh! Address me not so in mine own domain. Count Nikolaus, if it pleaseth thee. Otherwise…”

    A touch of dudgeon in his voice, Abbot Conrad said with due deliberation, “Count Nicholas, the proffered wine, if it pleaseth thee. Mine errand concerns a proposition” – he managed a suggestive wink – “which may help the both of our omnipresent predicaments.”

    By the twenty-sixth step of Othmar of Wurstebrei’s worn stone stair, wheezy Abbot Conrad needed to be pushed from behind. Sixteen more to go.

    Countess Elvira, having harkened to the puffing bluster, placed herself, veils and all, on the landing, glaring down, hands on shrunken hips. “I hope, whomever ye may be, that ye expect not nourishment, for we have none.”

    “To quench my thirst after this climb will suffice, Countess Elvira of the Dark,” the informed Abbot said, clutching a wall to huff dramatically. Niky introduced his friend with full formality and without revealing any secret of their shared past.

    Clang-clunk-clang!

    “That bell again. Have the cows come home?”

    “We have no cows. The invaders ate them. The bull, too. They got the pigs and our delicious sheep. We ate the last of the goats during your menopause, or was it menostop?”

    She glared.

    “Lady wife, go forth this time. I beg you, descend decorously in thy dark drag. My legs, you know.”

    “Husband mine, mind your guest. Mine shall be the displeasure to dispatch this interloper whatever be his need.”

    With the appearance of a gathering storm cloud, Elvira and her dark veils approached the gate wherat stood a nun she knew not of.

    “What hoary Sister are you that you clang the clapper of our ding-dong?”

    “No mere Sister am I, Dark Dame of former fortune and fame, for here stands before you none other than Abigail von Auschwitz-Berkenau, Mother Superior of the Order of St. Lesbia-the-Lingual.”

    “Seek ye alms? I’ve naught to disperse.”

    “My purpose is otherwise, if you grant me the hospitality of your doubtless-lovely ears.”

    Flattery proved good, even in troubled times.

    “Enter then, and let us to yon tower of my husband’s ancestor, Adelberto of Schwartzenburg. Its privy o’erhangs that part of our drying moat where putrid puddles pool to procure your piddle.”

    Thus, in two distinctly unmatched, distant wings of Castle Grunblat, were exposed in near-simultaneity a pair of possibly-practical, if markedly peculiar, plans.

    Perplexed initially, the Count and Countess entertained with growing enthusiasm the prospect of life once again thriving amidst the protection of their crenellations – if unusually. But the times indeed were most unusual.

    Forsooth.

    * * *

    Abbot Conrad and his recently arrived dozen monks and thirteen postulants were lodged in the wing constructed by Othmar of Wurstebrei four centuries before. There once were housed the castle’s knightly defenders and their nightly squires. Mother Superior Abigail, her five Sisters and twelve Novices found places in the castle’s other wing, that of Adelberto of Schwartzenburg, built scarcely three centuries before, if truth be known finally. That construction had been home to a host of craftsmen, their apprentices, hangers-on, and camp followers left from the last Crusade. All now gone.

    In the castle’s massive, ancient keep (of unknown date and few amenities since the legendary time of Tannhäuser), the Count and Countess of Braunschweig-Pemmican established their personal refuge. In its now-echoey chambers formerly resided aristocratic families and staff members of the many persuasions and skills necessary to the operation of the franchise.

    Accepted by both sides of the house was the condition that the keep’s chapel be shared by both groups.

    “Perfect,” declared Abbot Conrad as he surveyed the wooden benches, “for ceremonial severities.” Mother Superior Abigail nodded agreement. They knew each other, a fact they chose not to disclose to their aristocratic hosts but acknowledged, each with a raised eyebrow and a wink.

    Further agreed by both, that the colossal property’s hereditary title holders, known to be lapsed followers of Rome’s promulgations, would pronounce final decisions over disputes affecting peaceful cohabitation.

    “And may God be thus pleased,” observed the Countess, looking devoutly to the vault.

    The Mother Superior, her air of superiority enhanced by a voluminous habit of fabric woven by virgin fingers, asked with rhetorical flourish, “What’s God got to do with it? Now, Sappho…”

    Advantages for the new arrivals were several. Slate roofing overall did not leak during heavy Spring rains. Interiors throughout the vast pile – dank, musty, and dusty – were not wet. Tatty though their condition be, tapestries everywhere could be pulled down for use as heavy coverings for sleeping figures crowded together in huge beds, on small trundles, upon military cots and sharing stinky, grass-stuffed mattresses on ever-cold, stone-paved floors.

    Food, of course, posed the biggest problem – and its supply required the enterprise of all.

    Little of nourishment had come with the guests. Oddments salted, smoked, and pickled had been brought along with such stale breads and hard cheeses as had not yet been consumed – barely enough to stretch for a few days. Cabinets everywhere were searched, attics and cellars rummaged to many sneezes and coughs before the eureka moment.

    It belonged to Abbot Conrad: “St. Prickhaft be praised!”

    Tools and weapons of every sort had been stashed. They could farm. They could hunt.

    The females were handed hoes and set to work planting such seeds as were found in earthenware jars while the larger males, bows and arrows in hand, absconded to the fields and hills looking for prey of any kind. Abbot Conrad drew buckets of water from one of the castle’s numerous wells. Mother Abigail directed the young girls and boys in dousing the freshly furrowed seed.

    Nikolaus and Elvira, in the pre-war past, inattentive and uninterested in how crops were produced, watched open-mouthed and hungry from their keep’s perch. Hours passed, the repetitious labor boring them. Both yawned, tired, rather like the sun which was sinking in the West.

    Tremendous clamor from the courtyard signaled the hunters’ return. “Meat at last!” trumpeted Abbot Conrad as clusters bore down on the arrivals.

    “Yuck,” “Ick,” “Urp,” and “Puke” were heard – and quickly suppressed.

    A beaver, an opossum, and an enormous rat had met their end. Skinned, gutted, their heads chopped away, their disjointed bodies, with such wild herbs as were found on the castle grounds, were dumped into a cauldron of boiling water. One of the Sisters remembered a block of salt in the cupboard, knocked a chunk off with a mallet that lay near, and dashed it into the developing broth.

    “Dark meat will provide for the balance of our humors and to assuage our hunger,” Mother Abigail consoled those wailing.

    Night drew nigh. Appetites improved as the aroma – fairly strong – of boiling flesh floated like a miasma o’er the swamplands of empty stomachs. As best they could, women held girls; men, boys. All hung about in the castle-appropriate kitchen full of hope.

    Leader of the hunting party, Brother Adzo the Adored (so-called for his prowess) told of espying the droppings of a hind and a roebuck. Brother Pymm (for whom a qualifying moniker had yet to be determined) recounted seeing silvery fish flashing in the river. He lamented, “Would that there were nets to net that netable bounty.” Martens and hares, “quite plump ones,” were reported by Brothers Sergius the Studsucker and Dion the Dicktaker “in the hills beyond the river” where, hand-in-hand, they had scouted. “Berries, too, black and blue,” they swore, “but especially rare Uberlubrious Cherries on their bushy tree.”

    Attention turned their way. Uberlubrious Cherries, all knew, when crushed, released a slippery substance used extensively in animal husbandry and among those who practicedthe satisfaction of persistent proclivities.

    The consensus of Brothers Pio the Punk, Wilhelm the Wild, Bernhard the Buttbuster, and Helmut the Homo held that aplenty existed to feed everyone. “Probably some poultry also,” added someone who hoped.

    Such was the chatter which passed the time while cauldron bubbled and foul stew steeped.

    Both Abbot and Mother Superior approved their first tastes, tendons straining in the necks of both. Eyes faced eyes determinedly, then the assembly.

    “It sufficeth, Conrad, you doth agree?” Abigail asked, lips pursed as if to hold back expulsion.

    “It is the soup we need,” he replied red-faced. “Suffer it be served.”

    Gags suppressed, all were sufficiently relieved from the pangs of hunger. Little remained in the cauldron save bones and dregs which were deemed not worth saving. Until…

    A girl whispered to a Sister who whispered to Mother Abigail who whispered to Abbot Conrad who exclaimed, “Scheisse!”

    Forgotten: Food for the Count and Countess upstairs.

    Coincidence came to their aid. With so many feet shuffling about the kitchen, someone’s toe stubbed a bag of grain previously unseen. Mouldy millet or wheat survived to rescue the situation and provide for others.

    Pounded quickly via mortar and pestle by a strong-armed Sister while a muscular Brother did likewise using a similar appliance for the cauldron’s soggy bones, the products of that pulping assault, together with the cauldron’s dregs went into a smaller pot to boil.

    “Gefunden!” triumphed Conrad, sucking a piece of badger bone while handing another to Abigail. She stuck a finger into the lumpy, paste-like concoction and pronounced it better than what they’d had before.

    “More subtle on the palate.”

    Off with two spoons and the pot, Conrad trooped upstairs, and then up more stairs, pushed from behind by Brother Bernhard, to the private apartments. Bothering not to knock, he barged in called, “Niky, here’s food, and hot at that!”

    The Countess was quicker than her husband. She batted what remained of her eyelashes at Conrad, snatched the utensils and pot’s handle from him and fled, flouncing her veils, to where Count Nikolaus languished.

    So breathless was Conrad that he barely was heard to admonish by caveat about the bones.

    “Abbot, shall we abscond before questions arise?” Brother Bernhard proposed.

    Shuffling down, Bernie Buttbuster added urgency to their descent by further remarking, “Our restored energy may be directed into our boys anon.”

    “Aye, good Brother, let us make haste.”

    Conrad’s crotchital friskiness gave rise to his member before they reached the kitchen. Therein, mortars and pestles were in use pulverizing grain.

    “Are you glad to see us, Abbot?” Mother Abigail sounded sarcastic as she worked at a pile of wetted kernels. “We are performing useful work. There was a crock of goose grease missed in earlier forages of the dark pantry. With it, we will fry this as best we can into edible, if less than simple, bread with some taste of the fowl to it.”

    “May blessings accrue to your credit!” Conrad exulted. “Perchance, didst notice a crock of Uberlubrious Cherry jelly anywhere?”

    None had.

    “Or perchance a crock of lard?”

    “I did,” exclaimed a Sister, who produced it for the Abbot’s inspection. She volunteered, “Our dear Mother Superior favoreth for cooking her goose-flavored grease.”

    “Then ’twill be our pleasure to relieve thee of said lard. Tootle-oo, you darlings. ’Til after the cock croweth.”

    Mother Abigail deigned not to look up but asked with more sarcasm than prior, “Which? Thine own? Has it grown feathers?”

    Kitchen sounds faded, and many footfalls later, the bearers of the lard crock were welcomed by their dozen fellow Brothers and thirteen postulants. Fully awakened to prospects ahead by applications of the slick, white stuff to the erect battlements of the former and the undefended, waiting posteriors of the latter, twenty-six males were formed as twelve couples for revels unguessed by Count Nikolaus and Countess Elvira.

    The upper levels of Othmar of Wurstebrei’s stony wing echoed with a cacophony of high- and low-pitched voices crying out, singing, sighing, groaning, moaning, gurgling, and calling out “More!” and “Slower!” and “Faster!” and “Harder!” Not all at once initially, but as a gathering chorus of exhortations.

    The Abbot addressed his undressed congregants, “Our ancient environs in collapse, we welcome the opportunity for continuation of our practices in this, our new home. Larded as you are and primed by appropriate passion, I commend you – nay, command you – to celebrate Communion of the Flesh and Spirit as has been our custom, unbroken for lo many centuries. Let us serve our calling in St. Prickhaft-the-Sodomite’s worthy name.”

    “How he goeth on,” Pio jostled Helmut softly, a hand caressing what it could reach.

    “Aye, ’tis his custom. He windeth up, methinks. Attend.”

    “I shall recline on my bed,” rotund Abbot Conrad (once known as “The Cute”) declared, “with the Postulant we call ‘Pretty Pear’ – he of lovely roundness – astride and seated crosslegged that my gallant glands may surrender their offering there-up-in after the goodness of his devotion.”

    Brother Bernhard Buttbuster faced the dozen well-prepped Postulants and made his choice known, “My bed will accept the wide-legged wonder of the charming Postulant we dub ‘Periwinkle,’ for his is an eye of the rear that indeed doth wink and blink miraculously. Come, boy, and let us quest for a vision of the beatific.”

    Adzo the Adorable, Brother whose seniority should have provided him first position in the queue, viewed without vexation the remaining eleven. “Perfect that you be, precious Postulants, one only may I honor at present. Pout not that I opt to scythe the moist meadow of he, self-named ‘Meadow,’ for mine has not yet been the pleasure to till, seed, and fertilize his doubtless-fragrant soil.”

    ‘Meadow’ bowed backward to display his once-bountiful, now skinny, still-rosy backside.

    Standing forward, Brother Helmut the Homo lapped with his tongue in the direction of the two Postulants previously privileged to be bedded by him. ‘Peaches’ and ‘Cream’ blushed behind and hugged each other in hope. “Word is about concerning my lingual length and fluttering skill,” the Brother bruited. “Is one among thee, one I have not known, a willing volunteer for a tutorial by mine tongue?”

    Crests fallen, ‘Cream’ and ‘Peaches’ hung their heads. Seven hands soared. One waved. It attracted Brother Helmut. “And who art thou, diminutive doll that you seem?”

    The boy beamed, “I am ‘Apricot,” sweet to the taste, your Abbot has said.”

    Following the order, “Cometh here,” little ‘Apricot’ was swept off his dainty feet to be kissed by a tongue that went halfway, it seemed, to his navel. His hair, like his prick, stood on end. He swooned, and was borne away.

    Next to the fore, Brother Pio the Punk, pieces of rope in one hand. “You,” he pointed to the teen called ‘Orange,’ “I will peel you that the Brotherhood may know your true savor. You hath been coddled ere too long.”

    “Sir,” ventured ‘Orange’ in his recently changed voice, “if it prepareth me for Chapel duty, then let it be. I desire the strictures of this life.”

    “Cease playing with yourself!” came the sharp rebuke and a whiplash of rope to his errant hand.

    ‘Orange’ rolled on the floor as if to invite further strokes. He sobbed, “I crave to be worthy of your punk, Brother Pio.”

    Quick with ropes to ankles and wrists, Pio the Punk hove his chosen ‘Orange’ like a sack over his shoulder and strode away. With each step, Pio’s cock already was discharging left to right clear stringlets of burgeoning excitement. He would juice his ‘Orange’ until only a smattering of zest was left.

    Brother Pymm, in his cups from wine the others knew naught of, found his thoughts traveling to Castle Grunblat’s far-distant wing, that of Adelberto of Schwartzenburg. Not immune to the blandishments of female anatomy, he entertained a possible foray by stealth at night to where dwelt a dozen-and-a-half women and girls, he flattered himself, in waiting.

    A knock on one shoulder from Studsucker Sergius brought him back to the presence of a row of naked boys. “Procrastinator!” Brother Sergius declared, “that shouldst be your epithet henceforth. If you want not a boy, then I shall take two and relieve you of the responsibility.”

    “Be at ease, Brother. Let me see,” Pymm the Procrastinator rubbed his chin. His eyes lit on the girlish form of ‘Rosebud.’ The boy’s Cupid-pucker lips, negligible maleness, pointy teats, and round hips would do. Hard sprang his sex at the sight of the bud awaiting ’midst ‘Rosebud’s soft mounds. “Ah, my choice is made!” he practically sang.

    While Procrastinator Pymm was being called to duty under the roof of Othmar of Wurstebrei’s upper chamber, unbeknownst to him under the roof of Adelberto of Schwartzenburg’s wing, there was being re-enacted a ritual of trios, six in number.

    Two nubile, naked Novices to each similarly disposed Sister, mouths to cunnies – tonguing within, nibbling without, quivering withal. St. Lesbia-the-Lingual, her leer a vision in the mind of each, drooled down beneficently. To her joyous pride, they were carrying into the future the sexual sufficiency of females – virgo intacta, integrum hymens. Virgins into whose rears for additional status might be introduced now a finger, now a carved horn dildo or plug of precious ivory. *

    Between the extreme wings of their castle’s keep, a Count and Countess in stages of worrisome distress. Tremulously, the one inclined toward the other.

    “What, husband, are we to do?” Elvira extended the long nails of one hand to his knees, clutching close her veils.

    “Why shouldst we do anything? We hath never.” A tilt to his head, he carried forward, “Thy needs and mine own are being tended by our many guests. They feedeth us better now and, as time goeth, they will entertain us – just like ye olden days, ’tis my thought.”

    “Dost thou not worry about our authority? They, who hath not yet sworn formal fealty to us, already are out of our hands; we, in theirs.”

    “We always have been in the hands of others, sweetest treasure…my only treasure, our treasury being bereft of treasure of the precious-metal sort.”

    “Mayhap a visit by you to the monks and their monk-ies to seek the group’s fealty?”

    “And you, my Countess, to the sister-ladies and their girls to seek similarly?”

    Gathered about her, her womanly wiles and midnight-black robes and veils in full flow, Elvira headed downstairs. Without a turn of her head at the portraits of her husband’s pallid ancestors, she treaded the traveled way to the Schwartzenburg wing – unsuspecting what she would find.

    Trepidatiously, Nikolaus set off, wondering what might befall him in the company of former Cute Connie, now styled as Abbot Conrad of the Order of St. Prickhaft-the-Sodomite. “It hath been so long a while,” he said to himself as he entered a little known gallery which overlooked the living quarters.

    What to his wonder-filled eyes should appear but unclad men pairing with equally-revealed boys.

    “Brother Sergius,” a comely youth said clearly, “I am known as ‘Nookie.’ Mine pucker is thine to plunder. I am well-prepared for a man of your size.” He revolved to stick out his tush, one lush and pink.

    Studsucker Sergius, mouth watering, called upon Brother Wilhelm to succeed him.

    “I am Wilhelm the Wild, celebrated for mine tendencies to ravish young mates repeatedly.”

    “Is the plump pump I see able to pump up so flat a fundament as hath I?” a bold lad asked. He approached and reached out to assess how Wild Wilhelm’s rigid rod might ravish within. “Hmm…it seemeth so.”

    Brother Wilhelm regarded the smug boy with initial contempt but deemed not to reject him. Rather, his mind dwelt on the shrieks the first hour of his concupiscence could generate before becoming screams in the second hour – and how such outpourings of feeling would sound from the young throat.

    “What art thou called and why, young one?”

    “Heather, for I am fragrant as the flower and my color changeth from the pale you see to rose as lovers bring me to fruition, and some parts perchance grow purple.”

    “Well spake for one who knoweth not mine wildness’ extent – yet. Come, Heather, I will savor thine bouquet better than any bee.”

    Four Brothers remained. As many boys. Their discourses, somewhat sibilant, reached not the gallery-bound Count. His codpiece uncomfortably tight, Nikolaus felt as not in most of the years since his marriage – bewildered, bothered, and bewitched. He loosed the lowest button of his jerkin to get at the offensive, pretentious device to let his horn stand proudly in the air. Said instrument seized by his own hand, he began to play. With it.

    A familiarly frenzied fanfare from former times finagled the fervor to finger himself in forbidden fashion. Count Niky’s self-absorbed, rusty rendition of ‘ye jerkin jerk’ and ‘tender tush tickle’ prevented his hearing dainty footsteps in the gallery.

    “Sir,” the unchanged voice of ‘Pretty Pear’ intoned with honeyed sweetness, “Our most excellent Abbot, Connie-the-Cute-Conrad sendeth me hence to conduct you to our devotions.” Tiny, tyke-small hands tentatively extended a wipe-rag before finding place on narrow hips. “I await at your pleasure.”

    More a command appearance than an invitation, the coming occasion had its parallel in progress being made from her homely keep to a sisterly gathering a wing away by Countess Elvira, who trailed the flashing heels of a pulchritudinous Novice. ‘Star’ had been sent by Mother Abigail the moment word reached her of ‘Pretty Pear” absconding with Count Nikolaus to Conrad’s sodomitical ceremonies.

    Pendant to an effusive greeting, Elvira was surrounded by a whopping cloak tied at her throat and touching the floor. “To express our gratitude’s extent for the hospitality of Castle Grunblat, my followers will treat you to a wonder ye may not have experienced in long a while, Countess.”

    Mother Superior Abigail trilled on, “Under protection of this cloak, modesty remaineth thine while dismal clothes are discarded down. They will be washed while you, in our bath-cloak, settle into yon tub of warmed, freshly herbed water. Merely permitteth the cloak’s hem to remain outside the rim. Your nakedness’ response to this novel method of cleansing by your own hands will effect susceptibility to further treatment at which my ladies and girls excelleth.”

    “Is not bathing a danger?” queried Elvira, her brow knit seriously. “Surely none in high society condones the practice.”

    “To the contrary, Countess, there is no society these days higher than our own. And we thrive on thrills thus enabled. Be a good girl now and mind Mother.”

    Her feet agreeably in the warm water and cloak encircling the wooden tub, Countess Elvira of Castle Grunblat sat. In helplessness, she admitted, as she felt her breasts buoying unseen, “Mine is no idea of how to bathe.”

    “Then it will be our honor to assist. ‘Comet’ will wash thine noble, neglected, nubby-spined back, ‘Star’ and ‘Moonbeam’ your aristocratic mammary floats.” She snapped her fingers. Three young girls of surpassing charm took their places. Mother swept behind, reached around, untied the cloak, and whisked it away.

    “YEEEEK!”

    Elvira’s terror at naked exposure alarmed bats in the chapel’s dank belfry. Jolted by no further pitches in their range, they drifted back to sleep.

    When Elvira’s shy orbs parted, the girls and Mother Abigail had stripped. “Thus, we are the same. Let us presume no otherwise. Now…”

    * * *

    Across the castle’s wide expanse, the head start of her beloved husband had him already as deep as he could be in the primrose-pink posterior of ‘Pretty Pear,’ aided with vigor and force by plunges from Procrastinator Pymm’s penis.

    The cute Abbot’s advocacy of Niky’s return to the true ways of St. Prickhaft were bearing fruit. “Cast away thy fears, honey. Goeth thou into him with ardor of the ancients.”

    Poinging the boy, Niky protested, “I lack practice at giving and receiving. My Countess and I hath abandoned concupiscience during the War’s distractions – OUCH! – not so hard when I speaketh, if you intend to continue this service, Brother Pymm.”

    Conrad picked a nostril. “It cometh back. You weren’t just Niky before the War changed all of us, but ‘Nookie-Niky’ – best bottom about the wharves of Hamburg, its piers, quays, warehouses, and nearby inns.” Reminiscence occupied him further while he picked at his other nostril.

    His other index finger poked ‘Pear,’ “Go ye to thy Brothers’ arms now, my pretty. Duty done, and well that it was. Thine has been a role important to our Count’s re-awakening.”

    ‘Pretty Pear’ extricated himself from Count Nikolaus of Braunschweig-Pemmigan’s puny prick.

    “He was off-center that whole time,” the boy reported to everyone not still in the arms of someone as he roamed the quarters of Othmar of Wurstebrei’s wing. “Mine butt hurteth.”

    “I’m free,” Adzo the Adorable admitted, “and the lard lies near. Allow me, liebchen, to love you true.”

    “How so your plan? Didst not thou mow ‘Meadow’ thoroughly whilst I, abroad, was aboard thine Abbot?”

    Adorably, Adzo flushed proudly. “Admittedly, I did. He sleepeth now with visions of honeyed cocks dancing in his head.”

    The internal massage administered by Adzo the Adorable affected the pride of the boy known as ‘Pear.’ When subtracted from the lad’s soothed core, Adzo cleaned himself, awarded a pat on the head, and started towards the high loft’s ladder.

    “Whence, Adzo?” ‘Pear’ asked. “To rest?” He released a fucked-boy fartlet.

    “No, precious. To ‘Orange’ I go. Brother Pio essayed the much of him. I must needs attend to his wounds and rope burns.”

    “’Tis a calling of thine to care for others?”

    “I doeth unto others as I would have them doeth unto me were it my fate to be in need.”

    ‘Pear’ hugged the man and, as Adzo climbed into the loft, wiped his eyes, and knew he was lucky to be where he could be tended unto as he should be tended unto by those who doeth unto others as would be done unto.

    Tending tender bits was nowhere more in evidence than in the wing of Adelberto of Schwartzenberg.

    There, recumbent, Countess Elvira gasped for air as her long, dark tresses were brushed, her cheeks, arms, hands, fingers, legs, ankles, heels, soles and toes were licked by thronging girls’ tongues, her unused breasts suckled by womanly lips, and, in her body’s feminine apex, Mother Abigail’s agile tongue danced an amorous allemande around her clitoris.

    Climaxes unfelt for years cramped her frail body, spasmed and let collapse its undernourished muscles, blurred her vision again and again, and empowered her cries hailing Holy Lesbia-the-Lingual.

    Thus was the stage set for the second act of the new play at Castle Grunblat.

    * * *

    Nestled agedly in the sloped valley between craggy Mount Gelbvieh (where heaped the stones of the Monastery of St. Prickhaft-the-Sodomite) and forested Mount Schnuckel-Schnicke (site of the abandoned nunnery of the Order of St. Lesbia-the-Lingual.), new life sprang. Crops were raised and harvested, berries and cherries plucked for jams and jellies, animals captured for stock, fish caught for food, prey hunted, thread spun, looms activated. Most important: skills were shared.

    Certain Sisters, quick of reflex and strong of arm, learned archery, spear throwing, carpentry, leathercraft, and scouting. Certain Brothers, less sinewy, took up domestic and delicate arts of stewing and baking, washing and soap-making, rendering fat for frying and fucking.

    The Countess a convert to cunt, the Count to cock, sway over all was held jointly by pact of Mother Superior Abigail von Auschwitz-Berkenau and Abbot Conrad – to each other in private, Abby and Connie. Often they met in council.

    One such occasion occasioned both self-congratulations and consideration of a subject most serious. Their future needs must be determined.

    “We hath accomplished our goals in taking refuge here.”

    “Aye, Sister mine. Castle Grunblat runneth well. Blessed Prickhaft is honored with regularity by his followers in our brotherhood’s wing. No hole existeth that hath not been corked and uncorked in celebrations day and night, each and every.”

    “And, Brother mine, our sisterhood’s yonder wing,” she pointed, “echoes with the sweetest of slurpy susurrations stemming from lascivious lingual litigation of labia, nipples, and clits.”

    “Such elevated speech, dear Sister, hath charms akin to the practice of bards.”

    “We bask.”

    “Except…”

    “Except?”

    “Wherewith any plans for what may betide in later years, other eventualities?”

    “Scheisse! – if I may quote thee. What proposition hath thou in mind, if indeed thou dost?”

    “A question that may cause upset. Squeezeth thine parts as I ask: Among your young and ripe is there one inclined to motherhood?”

    “WHAT? How disgusting.” Abby breathed deeply and added, “Yaack. Barf.”

    “Hear me out. Our Count and Countess have no issue. Title to all this mayeth pass to some distant relative unless…”

    A question mark seemed to hang upon Abigail’s knit brow.

    “Unless we help both title and family into a desirable future. We must needs construe a document of adoption for Niky to execute on behalf of Brother Pymm. Look not surprised. Our Brother Pymm, called the Procrastinator, whose unnatural-to-be-sure lust for the opposite sex has been directed into the wholesomeness of sodomy, wishes he could by stealth tryst a night with one of your kind. I say we enable him.”

    Mother Superior Abigail of the Order of St. Lesbia-the-Lingual closed her gaping mouth, and thought – hard. “My nubile Novice of the Roman name Messalina inclineth to perversity, often thrusting her vulva vulgarly at fingers positioned for her posterior.”

    “A likely candidate then. Herewith my plan…”

    That night and with flickering torch in hand, on orders from his Abbot, Brother Pymm made his presumably doomed way, naked, into the petal-strewn bower constructed only hours before. Determined not to fail, he bolstered his spirit by reminding himself of rewards promised if, no matter how revolting the task ahead, he would fuck whatever he found waiting for him, be it dragon or human.

    “A test of thy devotion to our cause here,” Abbot Conrad had assured him, “for thine art our chosen knight of suitable lance. Think thou then of a jousting contest as in days of olde and, above all else, be stout of heart.”

    Messalina – primped, powdered, and perfumed – lay wantonly and nakedly limp, slightly anesthesized by a potion concocted from poppies from the field. Sher had been sweetened by application of the kitchen’s Uber-Cherry jelly. “This night’s duty is to extract by contraction here,” Mother’s knowing fingers perused her pussy, “and extract from him who is sent to thee his seed that we may propagate ourselves. Strive with thine energy all, for thou art our hope. Make sacrifice of thyself most bravely.”

    Although unnecessary to observe the vile spectacle, Connie and Abby did at the start. In case rescue perchance be needed. One was not.

    Abby stayed. Connie hied thence to the matter of a document deemed most vital.

    The path from Messalina’s vulva to vagina was a short one. Quickly traversed by Pymm’s columnar penis, the area surrendered, stretched, learned rapidly, progressed from reception to possession, was rapidly inundated and further lubricated. Sperm dispersed in usual hysteria among fluid from Messalina’s most personal fount. No end, instead a beginning salvo from both parties to the cooperative chore.

    With each jockeying mount their enthusiasm for each other mounted mightily. Her heels sought the ceiling, his cock her depth. Blurring his vision, her flopping flappers and their thimble-sized nipples – invitations to hands and lips, to fingers and teeth. She slapped him once when he bit too hard.

    That thrilled Pymm the more. Lust leaping, he drove with battering ram force – and met his match in Messalina’s hotly-mad mound. Caught in a clench no boy’s butt ever possessed, he feared the uprooting of his precious calling-cock. The more he came, the more she wanted to come again.

    She cried, “Again amain! Be thou not faggot now, but man of manly might!”

    He lanced her lots front and rear, their teamwork sopping said bower with effluviants aplenty.

    As heavy-bellied, hence important Abbot Conrad, inked scroll in hand, sought the distant whereabouts of Count Nikolaus, his was time for reflection.

    His order’s best scribal hand belonged to Brother Sergius the Studsucker, thus called for youthful indiscretions at his father’s staid court in Hesse-zum-Plotzfeld-Huttenbrenner. As second son disposable, hence suited to reclusive life in a monastery, Sergius, age twelve, was entrusted to Abbot Conrad’s open arms.

    “Fear not, for ours will be the pleasure to open him further to the joys of service in the name of the Higher Power we serve, Excellency.”

    In such manner did Prince Heinrich of Hesse-zum-Plotzfeld-Huttenbrenner rid his first-born, Heinrich II, of further brotherly bother.

    Sergius, prodigious for his age, showed propensity for quillmanship. He learned it pinioned on the lap of Abbot Conrad, evidencing joy at new mastery of calligraphic formations by bounces up and down. Compliments kept him active in said regard. Thirst compelled continuation of natural oral proclivities with all his confreres well into his manhood’s cusp – at which present time he responded to his Abbort’s request for a document well-drafted.

    “Regard the loveliness of the script,” opened Abbot Conrad as he unrolled his scroll under the near-crossed eyes of Count Nikolaus, then being fucked by dutiful Brother Bernhard. “Notice the place for your signature at the bottom.”

    Count Nikolaus had the presence of mind to ask, “Of what nature this document?”

    “That thine line not die, our good Brother Pymm is adopted as only son and heir of thineself; our Brother Pymm who presently impregnates beautiful Messalina that our cherished Count and barren Countess may have a grandchild upon whom to dote in thine dotage to come.”

    Nikolaus spoke, “Back off Bernie. Mine hand must steady itself to sign the line limned here. Pymm boppeth a beauty, thou dost swear?” Thus evidenced the Count of his interest.

    “Most effectively, it seemeth. Ah, that is most comely drawn,” Conrad said, removing inkwell and swan quill pen and dusting the document with quick-drying sand. “Bernie and I will bear witness later when we affix thy seal.”

    “Goode, goode,” spake Nikolaus, employing the pronunciation of olde. “Now, Bernie, bust thy nuts once more in mine butt such that sleep will renew me for the morrow.”

    Abbot and Brother winked. Conrad fled to oomphing noises and elongated repeats of “g-o-o-o-o-de.”

    From far behind, Nikolaus’ breathy voice reached Conrad, “Mine thanks for getting me a son.”

    Stony stairs, less problematic to descend than elsewise, and many footsteps on paving later, Conrad’s lungs droned like bagpipes, known in local parlance as dudy. He clumped past ancestral portraits in their aristocratic dozens on his way to share the sight of the Count’s signature with the Sisters’ superior, Abigail.

    “Ere you collapse, sit,” she snorted, unrolling what was handed to her. “Aha! Our Saints, Lesbia and Prickhaft, doeth well by us.”

    “What-ho with that contemptible coupling?”

    “Fucketh they yet,” Abigail acknowledged. “Thinketh thou that we ought oust them?”

    “Nae and noe,” Conrad essayed the effect of Count Nikolaus’ antique locution. “Mine is the thought that, lest time’s toll deplete our cause, we must repopulate our numbers.”

    “US?” Gargoyle-faced, Mother Superior Abigail of the Order of St. Lesbia-the-Lingual, paled. “A prospect beyond repugnant! Besides, ours are too many notches on ye olde oaken bucket.”

    Wide of eye, Abbot Conrad of the Order of St. Prickhaft-the-Sodomite, cried, “Nein, nein, Fraulein! Lend me thine ears so waxen. Amongst Sisters and Novices suspect thou that there be others of inclination similar to rapacious Messalina – that we mayhap place in propagative partnership with Brothers of mine flock?”

    “Others? Thou hast other Brothers as queer as Pymm?” her voice soared.

    Conrad confided, “I do not bruit my suspicions except with caution as we overcome this perilous period but,” he hesitated, “four Brothers – Jürgen, Klaus, Günther, and Uwe – I must thrash to perform our sodomitical rites with as many assigned beardless Postulants – cherubic ‘Peaches,’ angelic ‘Cream,’ charming ‘Violet,’ and ‘Sunbeam,’ he of brightest countenance.”

    To demonstrate his thrashing skill, Conrad flexed the muscles of his right arm.

    Her reactions went under scrutiny. A mind at work, Abigail shifted position here and there. At last, she spoke, “Our number, as thou knowest, comprises two Novices to each Sister. As I think on’t, four Novices are ripe unto womanhood, hence capable of childbearing.”

    “Yet?… Something troubleth thou?”

    “Nae and noe,” she parroted him. “If well-knocked-up as by now she must be, my Messalina can be called upon to coach those ready for pregnancy. ’Tis a matter of lunar rhythms, that is knowledge most ancient.”

    While patient Conrad endured her description of the period each month when conception conceivably could take place, he envisioned, with convoluted devilishness, something quite different from what took place when the two Orders’ propagation project got underway.

    “When thou hast the four Novices ready and gathered together on side-by-side cots,” he had told Mother Abigail, “I will have my four Brothers in readiness.”

    Abigail saw to the preparation of more Uber-cherry jelly.

    Days passed while word was awaited, days during which their Abbot thrashed naked Jürgen, Klaus, Günther, and Uwe into the bottoms of their appointees “for thine own good, that of these lads, and for a task that lieth ahead.” Four stiffened cocks bobbing in happy boys’ butts, Conrad mulled over his adroit application of the bundle of salt-water-softened twigs to the Brothers’ rumps, and how said discipline stimulated praiseworthily penetrating performances.

    The Big Day was marked by a solemn march of the four naked ones into a chamber wherein stood, mien severe and arms crossed, Mother Superior Abigail. A stern Abbot informed them thus, “Thy submission will be witnessed. Face those curtains, bend forward with hands on knees, and I will swish your backsides with my switches until you rise to the challenge set for you. As you erect, go directly in, and hesitate not.”

    Mother Abigail enjoyed the Brothers’ embarrassment and endurance of a trashing that, harsh thought it be, brought brilliant color to faces and backsides, and solid erections, differing in length and breadth, to manly parts.

    Almost in synchrony, Jürgen, Klaus, Günther, and Uwe sped to take advantage of their enforced excitement. From behind rapidly closed curtains came two feminine shrieks, two feminine oohs and four gallant whoops, noises that puzzled Abbot and, for ease of utterance, Abbess.

    It was discovered that Brothers Jürgen and Uwe had assumed the lithe face-down forms to be boys and had sought mightily to enter unprepared areas. Pussies, primed with precious Uber-Cherry jelly, were located anon and properly pierced in the position associated with animals. Günther and Klaus, quicker on the up-take, flipped their women around, entered them – to the aforementioned oohs – and were observed in bliss.

    Thanks rang out, directed toward the saints and heads of both Orders. In little time, hyper-heated Brothers shot their wads and withdrew – only to be thrashed anew and directed to a different Novice.

    “Seed their furrows that none fails to become pregnant,” Mother Abigail said then and following the second thrashing of each and his direction to the next Novice in line.

    Abbot Conrad stood with her as they looked on, approving the paces set by the four couples in the process of becoming intimately acquainted with already inseminated partners and coasting in the slipperiness. Ahhs commingled with oohs, then rose once more as words of thanks.

    Cups of honeyed brew refreshed all ten and revived the eight participants’ lust. Retaking their respective cots, Novices perched to see their next lovers being thrashed back into service of the flesh – and soon lay, parted legs around hardy fellows’ glowing butts, skewered cervixes-deep. Shafts were used with piston-regularity in now-cylindrical passages, back and forth – until third deposits of sperm were placed amidst residue of the famous jelly..

    “One round remains for each of you,” their Abbot reminded.

    Brother Uwe seemed wary. Not Brother Klaus, although he did not retain his erection. Brother Günther grinned. Brother Jürgen, rubbing his buttocks, eyed the bundle of switches. With a raised hand, he said, “Abbot, I am ready for your strong arm,” and bent.

    Five fire-stoke strokes later, Brother Jürgen reared in and out of his final Novice, a beauty he would want again. Four strokes only sent Brother Günther to his last Novice, who briefly protested his rip-and-roar style. Brother Klaus, reddest butt of the bunch, it was feared by Abbot Conrad, might lose blood if striped the more. His stimulus took the form of a threat from Brother Bernhard the Buttbuster, recent arrival to the scene, to employ more than the single finger with which his inner spot was placed under siege.

    “Two? Three? Mine cock in here? Stand, Brother, to thy task.” It worked.

    Adrip with concern, Brother Uwe remained, hard as a rock. To Abbot and Abbess it seemed curious.

    “Condemn me not, I pray you.” Brother Uwe’s voice cracked with emotion, “I admit mine guilt. I am but a pervert – provided power by each pussy thus far plundered. My shame cannot be hidden as you see. Mine passion is exposed. A thrash I will endure if need be but none will inspire this prick beyond the thought of another chance to savor the pulchritude of a good puss.”

    “Thence to thy task, absolved as now thine art,” Abbot Conrad gave the sign of the middle finger.

    Unable to trust his luck without insuring it, Brother Uwe fell to his knees in obeisance, kissing with reverence his Abbot’s toes. He swore an oath, “Mine perversity will serve the Greater Good to the extent of mine cock’s length, the reservoirs of its testes below, and mine own, now-dedicated, endurance.”

    “Pigs rutting in a sty’s warm mud make no less grateful sounds than those two,” Mother Abigail remarked to Abbot Conrad. “Are we not fortunate?”

    *

    As more of her charges came into readiness, the sturdy woman urged them – with strokes of her version of Abbot Conrad’s bound-up twigs – to break the Order’s protocols to lie with well-thrashed Brothers. Cunnilingual congress was maintained post-conceptions as pregnancies progressed. Her inner femininity accessed, Countess Elvira was pressed into service, licking clits and fondling breasts.

    Greater strain affected Brothers and Postulants, the latter being forced, as possible by progression into adolescence, to fuck each other. ‘Pretty Pear’ and ‘Periwinkle’ poked ‘Meadow and ‘Nookie’ as best they could, while ‘Sunbeam,’ ‘Apricot,’ ‘Heather,’ and ‘Cream’ tried to service the butts of ‘Rosebud’ and ‘Violet’ only to admit defeat. ‘Rosebud’ and ‘Violet’ attempted to service those four in return – ‘Violet’ triumphing, after several tries, into ‘Apricot,’ who was his special friend. But many suffered the lack of anal attention, so busy were the Brothers re-inseminating ripe Novices.

    The refusal of ‘Orange’ to participate in fellow frolics netted him – honor of honors! – nipple clamps, tightly tied balls, and the roughest of fucks from the holy Abbot himself. It was radical treatment made heartrendingly hot by the sight nearby of his most favored fucker, Brother Pio the Punk, jamming his cum into members of the novitiate next door.

    “Now, boy,” Abbot Conrad disengaged their sweaty connection, “I note as you are plumbed by might and main, your discharges flow. Taste and tell me your flavor.”

    “’Tis that of salt not yet as strong as that of Brother Pio, sir.”

    “Then t’will suffice for our Greater Good.” With so cryptic a statement, the Abbot waddled to Castle Grunblat’s tome-laden Records Room, now dubbed Scriptorium, wherein he found Brother Sergius in revery.

    “Museth thou on penii?” he asked, noting a drawing on parchment of a particularly fine example.

    “My first to suckle, most memorably, when I was but a boy in Hesse-zum-Plotzfeld-Huttenbrenner. The pride most stalwart of mine father’s personal guard, Ragenhard, it made conquest down to here,” Sergius drew an invisible line under his Adam’s apple, then smiled.

    “Recallest thy the penis of our Brother Pio?”

    “Most certainly, but not from mine throat – from mine bottom, in which it hath hurtled on its missions of hurt and help.”

    “Canst draw it exactly from memory?” With that question answered, Abbot Conrad was asked the reason. He explained its intention.

    “Brother Abbott, no drawing be needed. With yon sturdy candle and my paring knives for quills, I canst carve its likeness with care. And,” he added thoughtfully, “groove about its rearmost circuit such that it will hold its place with security.”

    Handing over the Pio-perfect-dildo-plug a scant hour later, Brother Sergius accepted his Abbot’s praise, and deemed another ought be worth the making.

    Outraged, ‘Orange’ – lower arms tied to upper arms, balls fettered, nipples chained, pseudo-penis of Pio plugging his butt, and being thrashed soundly – was forced to fornicate to fruition a female! His elbows ached from supporting his head and chest away from her lashing tongue. His pride suffered, too, in ways he never could fathom nor find figures of speech to frame.

    First to miss her lunar-reckoned time of month was Messalina. Shortly thereafter, the four Novices whose names finally could be spoken: Gertraude, Hildegard, Adelgunde, and Dietlinde. Five pregnancies, one by Brother Pymm, the others from the mixtures of propagational fluids strewn therein by Brothers Uwe, Günther, Klaus, and Jurgen – and just possibly, in one case, by Postulant ‘Orange.’

    * * *

    Much ado about nothing else mattered until the fateful day a discordant posthorn was heard announcing the arrival from afar of a grand delegation on horseback. Heads cricked from crenellations up high to marvel at gilt-armor-clad riders on richly caparisoned steeds and at formal banners fluttering from two white lances tipped with gold. With them, two riderless horses outfitted more elegantly.

    Strongest arms female and male strove to raise Castle Grunblat’s portcullis, and managed the task in time. Hooves clattered over the previously fallen drawbridge. Crowds gathered in the courtyard to view the men dismounting. Count, Countess, Mother Superior, and Abbot emerged from the keep to stand on its steps.

    “Hail!” shouted Count Nikolaus of Braunschweig-Pemmican. “What embassy bringeth this dazzling delegation to our domain?”

    A stunningly tall and handsome man and another of broader build, bald head, and great black beard approached, right hands gloved, palms out in salute. The black beard spoke first, “We are embassies two.” The tall man spoke next, “Be assured, we seek no grail, no sacred treasure, but inmates two from within these ancient walls.”

    “We would know their names,” Abbot Conrad asserted himself intrusively and firmly, “and what authority presumes to send thee and thine group to our tranquil dwelling place of ancient renown.”

    In his desire to assert a vestige of authority, Count Nikolaus sighed, then managed to extend his right hand, pale palm upturned, to say, “I grant thee leave to speak in response.”

    His Countess, Elvira, rustled a few black veils and lifted her chin to haughty height.

    “Sergius we seek,” said tall-and-handsome.

    “Wilhelm,” said black-beard.

    Mother Superior Abigail relaxed that neither Sisters nor Novices of hers was sought.

    “I be Sergius,” the beardless young man announced in voice quite soft.

    “And I, Wilhelm the Wild,” boomed he in full baritone.

    Tall-and-handsome bowed toward Sergius. “I, Ragenhard the Rugged, bringeth tidings both of sorrow and joy. Thine father recently passed into the hands of his Maker. You now are Prince Sergius von Hesse-zum-Plotzfeld-Huttenbrenner, heir to all its lands, properties, and chattle. I cometh thus to conduct you to your people.”

    Heads swiveled, incredulous, while Sergius put a hand to his gaping mouth, saying quietly, “Oh no.”

    Black-beard declaimed over the babble, “Wilhelm, thine older brother, firstborn of your father to bear his name as Wilhelm II, has passed without issue. Thou art now His Majesty King Wilhelm III of the realm known as Saxonfeld-Heldenland – with claims beyond. Sire, accept mine homage and let me, Boldar the Bald, conduct you to your people.” He bowed low.

    Heads swiveled more incredulously. Wilhelm swelled with pride. Consternation compromised both Countess and Count. Courtesies quickly considered, they counseled Conrad to take charge in cooperation with Abigail.

    No shy one she, the woman stood forth to announce her name and title. Conrad followed suit, and offered shelter and food “whilst we dally with due deliberations upon these dire tidings.”

    While horses nibbled within Castle Grunblat’s walls, soldiers, posthornist, and their commanders were inside the keep marveling at numbers. There were more gilded frames around yellowed canvases on the walls than occupants mature and young. Count and Countess postured that way and this as if important, but the roost was run by the rotunda-bellied Abbot and vulture-eyed Mother Superior.

    Provided bowls of unidentifiable, fairly tasty porridge with morsels of fish and fowl scattered therein, an unusual kind of bread, and steins of beer, they took note of persons scurrying to and fro the kitchen. Girls, men, boys women – five of the latter with child. The operation’s alchemy eluded their speculative faculties. None could put a finger on the divisions of labor although a finger did prod the shoulder of Peppin the posthorn player. It belonged to ‘Heather.’

    “Couldst teach me to blow thine horn?”

    “Why wouldst wish to blow mine horn?” Peppin posed.

    ‘Heather’ blinked, teary-eyed, “To have a place at Wilhelm’s court close by him.”

    “This lot chattereth too loudly for dainty discourse. Mayhap we tarry together away from these many?” A canny conspiracy might be in the offing.

    His swill swallowed swiftly, Peppin submitted to his hand being taken by a smaller, softer one as he was drawn to a secluded section beneath stone stairs that led he knew not where.

    Spake Peppin, “Display thine pucker that I mayest testeth.”

    “Which?” requested ‘Heather.’

    “That of thine mouth will do.”

    Peppin’s pucker kissed that of heavenly ‘Heather’ as if playing a fanfare. Almost swooning at the boy’s resilience, he asked, “Thou hath experience in this pursuit?”

    “I do, with Wilhelm, here known as The Wild.”

    Dropping not his attention but his codpiece, Peppin, his member rising at the prospect, proposed said pucker be applied to his pointy penis. To the obvious task, ‘Heather’ bent and buried beyond any point the pointy prong had plumbed prior. At the right moment, throat tight on the man’s cock and a pair of small hands tugging his balls, Peppin popped.

    ‘Heather’ spat.

    “Gather one and all,” he heard from a distance. It was strong-voiced Wilhelm!

    Darting like a minnow in the shallows of a great pond, ‘Heather’ ran through the throng and threw his arms about the man he craved beyond other Brothers.

    “Take me with thee, I beg.”

    “I’ll take thee to mine bed, munchkin, for this night, our last in this location. On the morn,” he announced decisively, “farewells must be said by mineself and by mine worthy Brother of these years, the most excellent Prince Sergius. To bode our departures go well, rest we all tonight with visions of fine fortune in our futures, for two of this body’s Brothers be now ennobled most powerfully.”

    New Prince Sergius accepted the floor, “Let us slumber that we merit a morrow marked by merriment.” He turned to follow new King Wilhelm, taking care to motion ‘Nookie’ to join him as minion for the night.

    The assembly bowed, except for Abbot and Mother Superior. They withdrew further to converse. She agreed to his whispered recommendation, considered its serious practicality.

    Each to their constituents, they proposed that those available make offers of comfort for the evening to the royal escort troops – in the name of hospitality.

    Hours flew, the first one or so to tones of passions being sated. Postulants’ popularity put some strain on sphincters oral and anal. Sleep’s stealth overcame the most zealous of pleasure’s pursuits, even those of perverted taste for the opposite sex.

    The East dawned rosily as rested residents, temporary and permanent, applied their garments, downed what gruel the kitchen provided, and dealt with personal ablutions. A few crocks of Uber-Cherry jelly were safely packed. Eventually, the soldiers as well as Peppin porting his posthorn, Boldar the Bald, and Ragenhard the Rugged gathered their equine mounts and awaited the emergence of the royals.

    Purple tunics embroidered with gold thread distinguished King Wilhelm III and Prince Sergius from everybody else. Forearms were clasped, kisses exchanged, words spoken.

    Most touching to those near was what Prince Sergius said to Abbot Conrad.

    “Bloodline’s duty calleth me, dear Abbot, or I wouldst be content to remain in these environs. Thy fostering of me since mine twelfth year hath been faultless. For that, I am most grateful. Know also that support will come forth following the establishment of my position in the land wherein I was born and first gave suck.”

    Tall, handsome Ragenhard nodded understanding.

    “My kingdom doubtless possesseth persons of youthful beauty and maturity whose inclinations to purity of purpose merit time here,” King Wilhelm, in regal language, addressed both Abbot Conrad of the Order of St. Prickhaft-the-Sodomite and Mother Superior Abigail of the Order of St. Lesbia-the-Lingual. “As mine attention, royal at all times henceforth, is drawn to them, it will behoove me to dispatch them to you with suitable endowment.”

    Those farewells complete, Peppin blew a few blats of musical ado, and the ensemble of travelers crossed the drawbridge of Castle Grunblat in the county of Braunschweig-Pemmican toward the distant lands of Hesse-zum-Plotzfeld-Huttenbrenner and Saxonfeld-Heldenland under bright sunlight of a new day in the lives of all.

    As those departing passed, hands one after the other batted at the old, dented bell. It clanged until the hills rang with its echoes.


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