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[3 June 1972, Sat]. Despite coming in at 4:15 am [38], I snapped awake at 8:30 Saturday, an hour before the alarm would go off. I gave my hard dick a good morning stroke, took a shower, threw on a short robe and went downstairs to get coffee.

Mr. Drake and Saikawa-san were still sleeping so I made myself coffee and oatmeal.

I’d finished and was working on my second coffee, around 9:45, when Mr. Drake and Saikawa-san came downstairs.

While they ate, I gave Mr. Drake my schedule for today, which was pretty simple. A movie at 11:20, home at 1:30, three shoots for Mr. Collier 4:30 to 8:00 pm then probably to the 9 Balls.

He asked me what the movie was, and I told him, and said I was going with 2 straight guys from the wrestling team. [It was a lie, but I didn’t want to make a huge scene with this creepy guy that I was meeting. I already had Mr. Collier involved.]. It worked. He and Saikawa-san both bowed out.

THE ARCADE THEATRE

MR. Church

I got to the theatre at 11:30. Mr. Church was there already, in a gray suit and black trench coat, and Mr. Collier wasn’t. I went to a public phone and called Mr. C. I got his machine and left a message that we’d be in the balcony.

I went to the box office and bought a ticket, then followed Mr. Church into the balcony. He led me to the bank of seats furthest from the door and we took seats midway down, the first two seats in the row [Mr. Church in the first, “escape”, seat.]

There were three guys in the first balcony row, but otherwise all of the audience members were in the auditorium.

Mr. Church gave me a $10 bill to get him a small coke “…and whatever you want and keep the change.” I squeezed by him, and he blatantly fondled my ass.

I kept an eye out for Mr. Collier, and didn’t see him, on the way to the concession and back. The lights were dimmed, and the trailers had begun when I returned.

Mr. Church stood and felt my ass again as I squeezed through. I gave him his coke and sat. He put his drink in the holder and turned to face me. He opened his coat…

…and exposed his hard 9″ cock.

We sat, he held my hand around his cock and fondled and massaged it. I started relaxing, becoming sure I’d misread him.

The door opened and Mr. Church pulled his coat over my hand and his cock.

It could have been Mr. Collier. Whoever it was, he sat a couple rows behind us.

I continued to jerk Mr. Church off for around 5 minutes with little response other than his erection. He suggested we go “someplace else.”

I said I didn’t have time.

He squeezed my thigh and said “Sure you do. Look, a few more guys will be there. We’ll have booze and Mary Jane might be there.”

Mary Jane was marijuana.

I was getting angry with Mr. Collier. I told Mr. Church I’d call work and try to get off.

He said okay and fondled my ass when I squeezed by.

I went to the phone and called Mr. Collier again. No answer.

I headed back, determined to accept for tomorrow.

When I returned Mr. Church was standing near the back, talking to someone. I went over and said “I can’t –” and shut my mouth. He was talking to Mr. Collier.

Mr. Collier turned to me, “Jerry tends to intimidate some people. He’s a big men”-

I said I’d noticed and smirked at them.

Mr. Collier told Mr. Church I couldn’t do the party today but could tomorrow til 6:00 pm.

I agreed to meet Mr. Church here tomorrow at 11:00 and I’d be paid $100 for the day, plus tips. Mr. Church acquired models for Mr. Collier. They left together and I watched the movie and went home.

HOME

Mr. Drake and Saikawa-san

I got home just short of 1:40 pm and unbuttoned and unzipped my hip huggers as I was closing the door. I was horny and hoping one or both of my houseguests were too.

Mr. Drake called me from the living room. I unbuttoned my shirt as I went in and asked “Can I get you something?”. I smiled at them. Mr. Drake was wearing briefs and a tank t-shirt. Saikawa-san was wearing briefs and slacks. They were watching baseball.

[Mr. Drake was early 40s, 5-foot-6, and stocky with a trimmed moustache and short slicked back black hair. He had three rings on each hand , a 9″ cock, small balls, and average body and pubic hair

Raizo Saikawa was a 47-year-old Japanese restaurant owner [5 In the US, 2 in Canada, 3 in Japan]. He also owned 12 bars [6 in the US, 2 in England, 4 in Japan]. He was 5 foot 8 inches, stocky with light muscle definition, black slicked back hair, light body and pubic hair and a thick 8″ cock.]

Mr. Drake said “Double Jack rocks. That good for you, Raizo?”

I looked at Saikawa-san and licked my lips quickly.

He smiled and said “Yes, a double sounds good. Let me help.”

I thanked him and added “…but it’ll be faster if I do it myself.”

I got their drinks and my White Russian, and when I brought them into the living room the television was off, and the projector was on. The film was a two on one in a dorm film. Drake toasted “To sex.”. We all drank, and I slipped off my shoes. Then Saikawa-san toasted, “To sexy boys”, and we drank [l finished half my drink].

We put our drinks down and I started peeling my hip huggers off. They both came over. Mr. Drake pulled my jeans down and off.

Saikawa-san patted my cheek and kissed me , opening my mouth and filling it with his tongue.

Mr. Drake yanked my briefs down. He stood, wrapped his right arm around my chest and inserted two lubricant covered fingers into my asshole and lubed and stretched it. He pressed his hard cock between my ass cheeks.

Saikawa-san withdrew his tongue and they lowered me to hands and knees.

Mr. Drake asked “Heads or tails”? All three of us laughed, then Saikawa-san said “Head, to start.”

Mr. Drake took off his briefs, lubed his 9 inch cock and pushed it, slowly, into my asshole.

Saikawa-san patted my cheek with his thick 8 inch cock, I opened my mouth and he held his cock straight up and said “Start with my balls, licking up to the tip top of my cock.”

Mr. Drake didn’t wait long to speed up. Five minutes after he started fucking me, he was pumping fast and with shorter strokes.

Saikawa-san pushed half his cock into my mouth and I started sucking him.

Mr. Drake switched to long strokes and after a dozen or so unleashed a big cumload. He slapped my ass and withdrew and said “Christ, you’re a hot little fuck.”

Saikawa-san withdrew from my mouth and went around behind me. I swayed my ass, listening to him lubricating his cock. He put his hand on my ass, thrust his cock into my hole and started fucking me hard.

Mr. Drake put a bottle of RUSH under my nose, and I took two hits.

Mmm. I moaned loudly and fondled my cock, looking up at Mr. Drake. He put the popper away and gave me my White Russian. I drank it, Saikawa-san fucking me faster. I squirmed and he held my ass and stretched my fuckhole and kept pumping faster and harder and suddenly stopped and shot a big cumload into me. He withdrew and patted my ass and said “Nice boy!!” Then he sipped his drink and sat in front of the sofa . “Yeah, he’s very hot and sexy boy, Leo.”

It was close on 3:00, so I said thank you to both of them and gathered my clothes and went up to get a shower, shave, deodorant, teeth, cologne etcetera, etcetera.

Ted Anderson arrived at 3:40 p.m. and Mr. Drake sent him up. I was wearing black briefs and laying out clothes. He gave me a bag filled with underclothes. There were satin briefs, regular and leather jockstraps, and a bunch of mesh tank tops, all in a variety of colors and all “branded” with “Dick Cole Collection”. He patted my ass and said “Jeff will explain. Are you about ready?”

I told him about ten minutes, and he went downstairs to visit with Mr. Drake.

I put the bag in the closet for the time being and dressed in black briefs, khaki hip huggers, yellow shirt and white deck shoes.

We left a little before 4:00 and by 4:20 pm were walking in to…

MR. COLLIER’S STUDIO

Misters Collier, Anderson, Janus and Nelson

Mr. Collier greeted us, put an arm around my shoulders and led me back to a waiting room in progress. “Thanks again for working today.” He squeezed my shoulder, “We’ll have the dressing rooms done next weekend. Change into the shirt and thong for now. No sex here but feel free to tease. Otherwise, it’s business as usual.”

I went into the dressing room, stripped and dressed in the red thong, black satin shirt [which hung about 3 inches below my crotch] and my deck shoes. I buttoned the bottom 4 buttons on the shirt, checked my hair and went out front.

Mr. Anderson’s two friends had arrived, and he introduced them to me.

Marcus Nelson was 38, 5 foot 7, in good shape with dark blonde hair, a trimmed moustache and goatee, high cheekbones, a sharp nose, full lips, bright blue eyes, light body hair, no chest hair, trimmed pubic hair and an 8″ cock. We shook hands and he smiled and said “Nice outfit.”

Ronald Janus was 5 foot 11 and stocky with silver-gray hair and a thin moustache, [he looked a little like Douglas Fairbanks], trimmed pubic hair, and a 10″ cock. He skipped the handshake and felt my ass and smiled, “Ooh, feels promising. Do we get a peek under the shirt?”. I straightened my shirt and looked up into his eyes and shrugged lightly “Maybe.” He hadn’t felt the thong, so he had likely assumed I was naked under the shirt.

And Mr. Anderson was early 40s, 5’10” with a slim, fit build and short black hair. [He reminded me of Guy Williams, television’s Zorro and the dad in Lost in Space ]. He had light body hair, a 7.5″ cock and large balls.

Mr. Nelson was first and, after he showered and I gave him his gin-tonic, he had a 45 minute shoot [20 minutes with a black leather jockstrap and 25 minutes nude]. I helped him with posing and getting an erection [with a little oil and fondling].

Mr. Anderson went second [Mr. Janus chose to go last]. He showered and I got his gin-tonic while Mr. Nelson was finishing his shoot. He complemented me on getting his drink “just right”. I helped him pose a couple of times and got felt up both times.

About halfway through Mr. Anderson’s shoot I led Mr. Janus to the shower and, after he’d done, gave him his scotch-rocks.

I watched his shoot, unbuttoning my shirt slowly, teasing him. I had 2 buttons left when he switched from seminude to nude and, after getting a few “limp” shots, asked for help getting an erection.

I was happy to be of use after Mr. Collier okayed it.

I went over and whispered into his ear “I hope I’m going to get some of that sooner than later, Mr. Janus.”

Then I squatted beside him and fondled his cock to full erection.

I returned to the counter and opened the last shirt button, leaving only the next to last fastened. Then I turned my back and raised the shirt to give him a peak at my ass.

Finally, I opened the next to last button and turned around to show off my red thong.

After this last shoot, Mr. Collier asked “Are you gentlemen interested in the 9 Balls with me and Val? I’ll buy the first round.”

They all opted in. Mr. C put his arm around my shoulders and whispered, “Don’t forget your charms, and keep the thong on.”. I nodded and said I would. I actually carried them most of the time and had them tonight.

When I walked Mr. Janus back to the shower, he slapped my ass and muttered “Little cocktease,” and smiled tightly.

I went back and dressed, leaving my thong on and briefs off. I also put my charm necklaces [BOTTOM and SLUT] on.

Mr. C was talking to Mr. Janus about a future shoot. He said “Let’s do lunch next week. He won’t be available until July 1”. They shook hands and we headed out to…

9 BALLS BAR

We arrived a little after 8:30 pm and Robbie was tending bar. Mr. Collier asked me to order drinks and join them at the pool table.

We played a few pairs with each of the men sitting a game out. When I partnered with Mr. Janus, we talked about sex, and he kept fondling and caressing my shoulder or hip or jaw or ass.

Around 10:00 pm Robbie came over with a round of drinks on the house and a notebook page with a neatly printed sentence at the top and signatures filling the rest of the page, front and back.

The sentence read “We, the patrons of 9 BALLS, hereby request that our hot, sexy friend, Val, remove those unneeded slacks and come say hello”.

Mr. C said “Sure!”

I nodded several times and finished my 7th or 8th White Russian and took a sip from the fresh one. Mr. Janus was the biggest of the 4 men, so I stepped behind him and removed my hip huggers., straightened my shirt, and went to the bar counter.

I strolled down the left side of the bar counter, up the right, down the right booths and up the left.

And I got pats and slaps on the ass, kisses [generally combined with fondling my ass and /or lifting my shirt]. A lot of the men pulled me against them or onto their laps. A few handed me calling cards and I told them to see Mr. Collier or leave it with Robbie to pass along.

It was a little past 10:00 p.m. when I returned to the pool table area. Mr. Anderson suggested we continue at his home, and we all agreed. Mr. Collier grabbed my hip huggers and we left.

Misters Anderson, Nelson and Janus went in one car, and I went with Mr. Collier.

And he had me strip to my thong before I got into the car.

The others were there when we arrived. Mr. Anderson opened the garage and, after Mr. C and I drove in, he closed it behind us.

Usually, Mr. Collier goes in ahead of me , then I go in straight to the kitchen and get drinks.

Tonight, he put an arm around my shoulder and walked me into…

TED ANDERSON’S HOME

Misters Collier, Anderson, Marcus and Janus

…and straight into the living room. Everyone was still dressed.

Mr. Janus came over, hands behind him, leaned toward me and, staring into my eyes and speaking to Mr. Collier, said “This one needs another necklace with a COCKTEASER charm.”

He stood straight and brought his hands, and a leather covered paddle, forward.

“A lesson must be learned. Bend over.”

I was scared silly. The paddle looked all business. I closed my eyes and he swung. I let out an involuntary little “No!!” and…

Well…

The reverse side of the paddle was cushioned, which was the side he hit me with.

Talk about embarrassed.

Everyone else found it amusing, and Mr. Janus straightened me up and hugged me, kissed me and slapped my ass lightly and said “I couldn’t resist. Keep working on that tease.”

I thanked him and thanked him “even more” for not using the business side of the paddle.

Mr. Collier said he’d help me get drinks and we went into the kitchen.

In the kitchen he got glasses down and while I poured and mixed. He smiled and said “You should have seen your face.”

I laughed. “I wish we had it on film.”. For a few seconds I’d been embarrassed, but I’d got over that quickly.

Mr. Collier took his drink and I loaded up a tray with the rest and took them into the living room.

I served from left to right [Mr. Nelson and Mr. Anderson on the sofa, then Mr. Janus in the right armchair. All of them, except Mr. Collier, were naked ] I put my drink on the coffee table.

Mr. Janus sipped his drink and touched my shoulder. “Hold this.”. He put it in my left hand. I started to put the tray, in my right hand, down but he said “Don’t”.

He leaned forward and licked my lips, kissed me and pulled my thong down to mid-thigh. He smiled and told me to not spill.

And he stated jerking me off.

He went on for a couple minutes and stopped only after I spilled a little of his drink.

He took it and sipped it and pushed my shoulder down. “Good try.” He gave his cock a couple strokes . I licked and sucked the head for a few minutes .

Then Mr. Janus pushed almost half of his 10″ cock into my mouth and told me to “Suck me, good and slow hot stuff!”

Mr. Anderson lit a joint, took a hit and passed it to Mr. Nelson.

I sucked Mr. Janus’s cock slowly, trying to take it into my throat occasionally, and succeeding more often than not.

Mr. Anderson said something to Mr. Nelson and they both chuckled.

Mr. Janus placed his hand on top of my head, sipped his drink, and took over, fucking my mouth for a good five minutes. I was drooling like mad when he finally withdrew his saliva-covered cock. He knelt and slapped my ass and told me to turn around.

Mr. Nelson took a hit and passed the joint to Mr. Collier, then finished his drink and went into the kitchen.

I turned around and Mr. Janus lubed and stretched my hole and slowly filled it with his slick cock.

Mr. Collier took a short hit, stripped to his jockstrap and sipped his drink.

Mr. Janus pushed my shoulders down to the floor and started fucking me with long, steady strokes.

Mr. Nelson came out of the kitchen and came over to us and squatted near my head. “All right! You fuck that slut, Mr. Janus!”. He brushed my hair, “Yeah, you’re a pretty young buck.”

He straightened up and went to Mr. C, relit the joint and took a small hit. They talked softly for a few minutes, then Mr. Nelson went back to the sofa, beside Mr. Anderson.

Mr. Janus let go of my arms and told me “Up on your elbows”. He slapped my ass twice, grabbed my hips and fucked me faster. “You like that better? More comfortable?”

“Yeah-huh hmmm…” I let my words trail into moans.

Mr. Nelson told Mr. Anderson “I’ll go last, I told Collier already.”

Mr. Janus slowed down for a few minutes, then sped up and shortened his strokes.

Mr. Nelson took a drink, “Kid loves to fuck. Or to get fucked.”

Mr. Anderson patted Mr. Nelson’s thigh and told him, “He loves cock, period. In his mouth, in his ass, in his hands, and the more the merrier. And he’s bottom, no exceptions.”

Mr. Janus thrust his cock in deep and unleashed a huge load of cum. He licked my ear and sucked my earlobe, licked my jaw. I turned my head and he kissed me and shot a couple more spurts into me.

He patted my ass, withdrew and went to clean up.

I sat up and took a long swallow of my White Russian, looking at Mr. Anderson.

He smiled and went to Mr. Collier and talked with him for a minute. Mr. C told me to get myself a refill and return “in about 5 minutes”.

I readjusted my thong and went into the kitchen and finished my drink. Then I waited three minutes, made a refill and went into the living room.

Misters Anderson and Collier took me to the living room counter and stood me against the wall beside it. [There were two counters: one between the kitchen and living room and the other between the kitchen and dining room.]

Mr. Anderson turned my head to face him, held my jaw and kissed me. I resisted for a few seconds, then opened my mouth. He opened his mouth wider, covering my lips, and thrust his tongue into my mouth.

Mr. C licked and sucked my earlobe.

Mr. Anderson withdrew his tongue and I pushed mine into his mouth and he sucked it hungrily.

Mr. C licked the outside and inside of my ear.

Mr. Anderson broke the kiss and turned my head toward Mr. C. And Mr. Collier kissed me, taking my tongue into his mouth.

They traded me back and forth, sometimes both kissing me together, for over 5 minutes.

Mr. Collier gave me my drink. I drank half of it, watching Mr. Anderson lubricate his cock. Mr. C put my White Russian on the counter and put my left hand on his cock and said, “This is one of those nights when I can hardly wait to get my cock up your hot ass, baby doll.”.

Then he pinched my nipples, licked my lips and went back to his chair.

Mr. Anderson told me to turn and face the wall and finished his drink while I turned around.

He yanked my thong down and I stepped out of the left leg.

He lubed my hole, put the lube on the counter and ran his fingernails up my thighs. He pushed my feet wide apart, stepped up and nudged his 7.5 inch cock into my fuckhole. He teased, making me wait 10 seconds that felt like 10 minutes, then thrust his cock home and started fucking me slowly for a few strokes, then at a good, steady pace.

Mr. Nelson went over to Mr. C and stood over him, watching me and Mr. Anderson. He massaged his cock and said, “It must be nice having that available 24/7.”

Mr. Collier sipped his drink, “Are you a bottom, Marcus?”

Mr. Nelson moved around between Mr. Collier’s legs and knelt, “I’m versatile. I’ll suck your cock dry if you’ll let me have him for 24 hours.”

Mr. Anderson sped up, breathing huffs into my ear while I let words float out of my throat randomly.

Mr. Nelson took Mr. Collier’s dick into his mouth and Mr. Collier had to struggle to get him off. He stood, forcing Mr. Nelson to do the same.

“Yeah…fuck me hard…feels…so good…” I squirmed, just a little, “yes…”

Mr. C told Mr. Nelson “Ted said you’re a top. “

“Uh, yeah, I uh, told Ted that. I’m versatile but I’ll top Val.”

“Don’t overdo it. Just be aggressive.”.

Mr. Anderson pulled me back a little, forcing me to bend forward to brace my palms against the wall.

He grasped my hips and fucked me in short, fast strokes.

And 5 minutes later he put his arms around my waist and shot a big load of cum into me. He lifted me a few inches off the floor and shot a few more streams into me. It felt odd [good odd] and left me hoping for an airborne fuck.

He withdrew and let me down, patted my ass and went to clean up.

I asked if anyone wanted a refill and got a yes from Mr. Nelson and Mr. Janus, who brought his glass over and, after handling it to me, helped me take my thong off my right foot.

When I returned, Mr. Nelson took his and my drinks and waited, near the living room counter, while I delivered Mr. Janus’s drink.

I went to Mr. Nelson. He gave me my drink and we drank [I swallowed half of mine]. He gave me his and told me to put them on the coffee table. I did, bending over to do it, and he placed his right hand between my shoulder blades and fondled my ass and probed my hole with his left.

He told me to not move, took a jar of lubricant from the counter and lubed his 8″ cock.

Mr. Nelson straightened me up and slapped my ass, “Hands and knees. You ready for this dick?”

I was always ready for more cock, but I kept my answer to “Yes”.

He knelt behind me and pushed two fingers into me, “Do you want it?”

I said yes.

And he pushed his cock into me and whispered into my ear and said, “That’s too bad. I like a little struggle sometimes”. Then he straightened up, gripped my shoulders and started fucking me hard and steady.

Mr. Collier moved over beside Mr. Anderson and seemed to be talking about me or Mr. Nelson or both of us.

Mr. Nelson pushed my thighs up and out, lowering me a couple inches. He bent sidewise to brace his left hand on the floor and his right on my hip and continued fucking me.

Mr. Andrew lit another joint and it got passed around among Misters Anderson, Collier, and Janus.

Mr. Nelson withdrew and sat back on his haunches, said “Turn over, belly up”, motioning with his left hand, and finished his drink.

I got up and drank most of my White Russian and laid down. He started stroking his cock, freshening the lube.

I bent my knees and pressed my legs together.

He moved to hands and knees and crawled toward me. When he got a couple inches from me, I spread my legs and let him crawl on top of me, shove his cock into me and get back to fucking me.

Rule 1 of teasing [for me, at least] was knowing when not to do it. I still had a lot to learn but the look on Mr. Nelson’s face seemed pretty clear. There’s teasing and there’s prick-teasing and the latter is thin ice.

Mr. Nelson fucked me, my legs over his shoulders, for over 10 minutes. Then he withdrew, let my legs drop and straddled my chest and said, “You’ll swallow.”

I said No.

And he stroked his cock, “Down your throat or on your face.”

I hesitated [as though I didn’t love taking cum in my ass, in my mouth and on my face] and opened my mouth.

Mr. Nelson said, “Good boy.”. He stroked his cock for a few seconds, then grunted and filled my mouth with a large load of cum. When he withdrew, he immediately covered my mouth and nose until I swallowed

He kissed me, probing my mouth for a full minute, then went to clean up.

It was still early, barely 1:00 a.m., so the men ordered refills [except Mr. C, who ordered a tonic and lime] and talked about recent hookups.

Mr. Janus had picked up blonde German twin 18 year old boys “…whose most noticeable difference is below the belt. One has 6 inches and the other has 8 inches.”. He asked Mr. Collier how difficult processing 8mm film was and Mr. C said “Oh, I can get you up and running in 4 or 5 sessions. Call me tomorrow morning, we’ll talk.”

Mr. C told me to talk about the Cockpit. I kept it brief but explicit. And much as I felt guilty about leaving 3 of the 4 guys with hard-ons, Mr. Collier made a phone call at a few minutes before 2:00 a.m. and spoke with two people, then told me we had to go.

We said good nights and arrived at 2:20

9 BALLS BAR

Herr Andres and Mr. Collier

Robbie let us in and told us to “Please make it fast. I could get into trouble for this.”

Mr. Collier smirked, “You’re fine, Robbie. Just pour us our usual and keep the coffee hot. If the police come by, you’ll have time to put the drinks under the counter”. He handed Robbie two twenties and we went to the counter.

The man we were meeting [who I was told to call Herr Andres for now] was in his early 50s, 6 foot, toned, with graying blonde hair, a trimmed blonde moustache [and, I’d find out at our next meeting, average body and chest hair, trimmed pubic hair, a thick 10 inch cock and large, shaved balls]. He was wearing a forest green three piece suit, pale gold shirt , gold tie and brown shoes.

Herr Anders took Mr. Collier aside for few minutes.

Robbie brought drinks, including one for himself, and we drank and talked. Robbie asked if I was going to make another shirt and “panties” appearance. I said I thought so…

…and Mr. C and Herr Andres came back and sipped their drinks.

Herr Andres came over and opened my shirt. He ran his palms over my hairless chest, twisted my nipples then looked into my eyes and opened my hip huggers.

Mr. Collier came over and handed me my drink. I took a long swallow. Robbie took my glass and put it on the counter.

Herr Andres slid his hand into the front of my briefs. I smiled, just a little, and opened my mouth slightly as he fondled my hard dick.

Mr. C said something in German. Herr Andres said “No, thank you.” He patted my ass and went around to lean against the bar rail.

And Mr. C told me to lower my hip huggers. I lowered them to my ankles, then straightened up slowly, glancing at Herr Andres fleetingly, then bowed my head.

Mr. Collier asked Robbie for lube. Robbie got a small jar and offered, joking, to “do the honors”. Mr. C yanked my briefs down to my knees, then pushed his slacks and jockstrap down to his knees and told him, “Go ahead, buddy. My cock, then Val’s hole.”

Robbie enjoyed himself just enough, and Mr. C moved me over to bend forward and hold the bar rail.

[Mr. C was in his fifties, 5 foot 10, 158, slim with wiry muscles. He was rough-looking [he looked like a Marine, really], was dark blonde, with a moustache, light body hair, a trace of chest hair, a coppery tan and a 6.5″ cock.]

He patted my ass cheeks and nudged the head of his 6.5 inch cock into my fuckhole. I looked at Herr Andres and puckered up, then opened my mouth a little and sighed when Mr. Collier thrust his cock into me and immediately started fucking me fast and hard.

Herr Andres watched , for the most part, silently. He did whisper to Robbie once. Robbie responded softly “It’s hard to measure, but the customers seem to stay longer when he’s around.”

Mr. Collier held my shoulders and fucked me in long, steady strokes.

And I continued to look up at Herr Andres occasionally, sometimes briefly and sometimes lingering and very rarely licking or puckering my lips.

Mr. C grasped my hips and fucked me faster. He slapped my ass lightly and grunted, “God damn I need to do this more often!”

I squirmed a little and licked my lips. I looked up at Herr Andres and moaned loud enough to be heard. “S’good…feels so good…”

Herr Andres opened his coat and fondled his cock through his slacks.

Mr. Collier groaned and released a large cumload into me. He withdrew and shot a few streams across my ass.

Herr Andres said something in German and Mr. C nodded and said “Sure!”. He patted my ass and told me to “Turn around, squat and hold the bar rail”.

I changed position and he stepped closer, “Now clean it up , babe”.

I managed it hands free. Afterward Mr. Collier helped me to my feet, and I excused myself to the restroom to clean up. Mr. C came in and washed up, too, and dropped a hint that “He’s a movie producer, and he likes what he sees. I’ll tell you more Sunday.”

I thanked him, wondering if I might get a trip to Germany out of this.

I returned as Herr Andres was getting set to leave . I straightened up and the three of us said our good nights. Robbie locked up and took off on his Kawasaki. Herr Andres said “I will see you both again, very soon. Danke schoen”.

On the drive home Mr. Collier filled me in a little on Herr Andres. He was a producer of hardcore pornography and softcore erotica for which Mr. Collier occasionally provided cast for. He shot in Europe and America and occasionally had “Meet the Players” soirees in Sweden, Germany, New York and Las Vegas.

Mr. C pulled up across the street from my house and said we’d talk tomorrow.

HOME

I got in and locked up, turned the second floor light on, then crept to the living room. It was the only light on down here, and that was the light from the projector.

I expected to find Mr. Drake asleep on the sofa, but instead found Saikawa-san, very much awake. He was wearing green briefs, the front pulled down under his balls, lazily fondling his thick 8″ cock. He was watching a “men in prison” feature.

He looked up at me, smiling, and said “Late-night. You had fun?”

I said I had and that I was going to shower and bed.

He motioned me over and I went to him and stood between his legs. He smiled, “I think you want my cock almost as much as I want it in you.” He put my hand on it, “How about you help out a horny guy in need of a quick blowjob.”

I knelt and fondled his cock, which he was right about me wanting it [if it’s hard and over 6″ it’s fair game], took it into my mouth and started sucking it.

He was right on the quick part, too.

Less than 5 minutes later he took over, holding my head and fucking my mouth. And about half a minute later he shot a pretty good cumload into my mouth, which I obediently swallowed.

Then to the shower and bed 😁

Til next time!

Val

“Fuck fuck fuck!” I moan, grabbing onto the railing as my legs shake and my breathing increases. My cock threatening to spill out completely at the slightest touch or wrong move, weeks of relentless teasing getting up to me. I tilt my head back and breath, desperately trying to get myself to calm down and keep my hands from touching myself. 

I knew it. I knew I shouldn’t have touched myself in the first place, it was only supposed to be only a few edges. Fuck and here I am shaking, and only after making myself get to the edge simply once. I just couldn’t help myself anymore, the no touch at all was more agonizing then the fact that I haven’t cum in weeks. Daddy told me no cumming until he said so, but the no touch was something on a whole different level of punishment. The no touch only started about five days ago but it feels like hell. Only thing he has given me was slight kisses as he leaves to work, which lately has felt like all he has been doing. Hell being the CEO of the company you would think he’d be able to go and from anytime he pleases. Despite being neglected and desperately needing any sort of touch I still stopped myself from cumming, I knew better than to make myself cum. 

Stepping out of the shower I wrap a towel around myself, wiping off the fog from the mirror as I fix my black hair out of my face. ‘Five Thirty,’ my phone says as I set it back down onto the large counter space. It’s time when he leaves the office and I know it takes him exactly thirty minutes for him to get home. Today he promised, before he left, that he and I were going out for dinner so I have to be ready, also silently cheering that he wasn’t here to catch me. I walk out of the bathroom and turn right towards the dresser, when his cough startles me and makes me jump. 

“AHH.” I scream involuntarily as he sits in the chair between our bed and the large glass window, sitting there looking at me not saying a word. “Daddy you scared me, your home early.” I say, nervously as he just looks at me with his hands in his lap and his face expressionless. My heart races as he looks at me, did he catch me just now when I was in the shower? I look down at myself, thankfully my cock now soft under my towel and non noticeable. But he knows something, almost confirming my suspension he raises two of his fingers and motions for me to walk forward. 

I do. 

“What were you doing?” He asks, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me closer between his now open legs. 

“N-nothing daddy. I was just taking a shower about to start getting ready.” I stutter with my hands behind my waist as he looks up at me now raising an eyebrow. 

“Nothing?” he asked, forcing his hand up my towel and grabbing my cock. “Your still a little hard cutie and your already leaking so fucking much.” He says, now stroking me through my towel as I try my best not to moan but fail. My body goes crazy with pleasure as his touch which I have been neglected of for days now, fully returning back on my needy cock. “What…were you doing?” He asks more sternly now. 

“D-daddy!”

He doesn’t respond, pulling my towel off and letting it drop to the floor as my now completely hard cock is exposed. He strokes me with one hand and takes the other and cups my balls, looking at me still waiting for an answer. I try to answer him, the involuntarily moans flowing from my mouth making it almost impossible for me to do so. I shake as he moves from my balls as he starts running his hand over my lower ass. 

“Daddy!” I yelp almost, as I grab his wrist trying to desperately get him to stop. The much needed pleasure almost becoming to much for my now overstimulated body. 

“Get Your hands off now and put them at your side.” I do as I am told, throw my head back as I breath heavily. My hands falling at my side, digging my nails into hips as he continues to stroke me. “What. Were. You. Doing?”

“I was touching myself daddy!” 

“You were touching yourself huh. I thought I told you no touching, didn’t I?”

“Ahh fuckk”

“Didn’t I!?”

“Daddy stop, I’m close.” 

I cry out as he takes his hands off me and puts them back into his lap. My hands shoot up and move back in front of me, and with all my will power I push them back behind me grabbing my ass. The stain of his touch still lingers on my cock and I throw my head back moaning like crazy. My cock throbs and starts flowing out a small strong stream of precum, almost looking like I was peeing, all over his black slacks. I cry out, the orgasm not present but my cock still defying my wants and daddys orders and precums out. Oh my god. I just ruined. 

I cry and almost gasp as daddy shakes his head at me, looking at the precum spill out. He says nothing as he pulls at my waist, pulling me onto his lap as thankfully the precum stops flowing out. He grabs at my cock and strokes me again, as I still sit dangerously close to the edge. 

“Daddy stop please I’m still close.” I say and he ignores me as I whimper and squirm in his lap. 

“Why did you touch yourself?”

“B-becasue I was horny daddy I’m sorry!”

“Daddy told you not to though.”

“I know daddy I’m sorry!” I moan in his face as he continues to stroke my cock with no mercy as I defy him again and put my hands on his wrists trying to get him to stop. 

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF NOW!” Yelling as he strokes my cock faster as I squirm my bare ass in his lap. I scream out and throw my head back, my cock erupting in his hand and all over his shirt getting up to his shirt. My body shakes and moans come out, weeks of intense and constant edging emptying itself all over him. I look at him as his faces grows angry as I try and come down from my orgasm, his hand slowing down stroking my cock. “Alright.” He says grabbing my waist and pulling me to my shaky feet, my cock still throbbing and coming down from my orgasm. “Bend over the bed and hands above your head now. Face down and no looking at all.” 

He ordered as he walked off, and I didn’t dare question him anymore. I bend over the bed and raise my hands above my head, pressing my face into the blankets with my ass raised in the air. It’s silent at first and then I hear him, stomping back into the room and away from me. Then I hear him walk back over to me, as I prepare myself to be spanked by him. 

“So you want to ignore daddy and do whatever you want?” He asks before I can answer my ass clenches and I hiss, a cold liquid spills over and down my ass. He pours more and then takes his fingers and rubs it all over my ass, running his fingers and teasing my hole. Finally, he stops and I feel cold metal press against my entrance and then be pushed in. I hiss as it stretches me out and then finally pops inside of me, probably one of the butt plugs daddy likes to use on me. “Get up.” He says pulling up and grabbing me by the back of my neck, leading me towards his desk when I see it. 

“Daddy please, I promise to be a good boy.”

“Yeah, I already know you’re going to be a good boy.” He says, still practically walking me over to his desk and grabs my hips. 

“Daddy please, no more I- ahhh fuck.” I hiss as he grabs my hip and pushes me forward, my cock now sliding into the tight toy. I throw my head back resting on his chest, as he pushes me forward engulfing my cock in the clear fleshlight. My cock goes balls deep into the toy before he allows me to pull, only to push me back in and make me moan. I feel his hard covered cock pressed against the top of my ass, as he moves the both of our hips as he makes me fuck the toy. I grab onto his hands resting at my waist and squeeze tight, trying to slow down my breathing and ignore the amazing fleshlight that is engulfing my cock tightly. 

“No more? Daddy is just giving you what you want. Since obviously you know more right? Daddy wants to make sure you get exactly what you want.”

He growls into my ear as if to taunt me, despite wanting nothing more then to cum my brains out I so badly don’t want to cum again. My cock already starting to tire from the already intense orgasms and cumshots it just got, but still hard as a rock as it slides in and out of the tight wet toy. 

“Daddy I don’t want to cum anymore please.”

“Nonsense, you sure wanted it when you thought I wasn’t home. I’m giving you what you want.” He says and goes faster, my cock twitching as it pounds the tight toy. I groan and whimper as I am not used to having my cock penetrate something this much, and I can already feel myself get close. 

“Daddy please, good boy’s don’t cum. No more cumming please.” I beg him. 

“Exactly. That’s why you’re going to cum till your balls are empty. You’ve been a bad boy!”

“Noo no ahh fuckkk!” 

Yelling out I am brought back to my cock as my balls start to empty inside the toy, daddy still pulling me back and forth through my orgasm as my legs shake. He wraps his arm around my waist and forces me to keep moving in and out of the toy as my legs start to buckle and I whimper. My cock starts to soften as he pulls my cock out of the toy and grabs me and picks me up, walking me over to the bed. 

He lays me down on the bed and takes his two fingers and puts them in my face, pressing them against my lips as I open my mouth. Shoving them inside my mouth, I run my tongue over his fingers looking up at him wondering what he is going to do to me. 

“You’re lucky that daddy is allowing you to be penetrated right now.” 

I nod signaling that I am thankful for it, as he takes them out of my mouth and presses against my hole. Whimpering I feel the pressure get greater as he wraps his hand around my semi hard now sore cock, smirking as he shoves them both in me. I grip the sheets under me as he curves his fingers upward, assaulting my prostate and stroking my sore hardening cock. 

“See? See what happens when you disobey daddy?” He asks as he quickens his motions. “Are you going to be a good boy from now on?”

“Yes! Yesss daddy of my fucking gosh!” I yell, surprising myself as my hole tightens around his fingers. My sore cock spilling over a small stream of cum over his fingers as he almost laughs, stopping and leaning down to kiss me.

“Good boy. Now,” he says as he stands up and starts to take off his belt. “Daddy has had a long day.” He unzips his pants and they fall to his ankles, his cock completely hard and threatening to rip out of his black briefs. He looks down at me smirking, as he takes off his blazer and unbuttons his shirt. 

“Daddy, please I can’t.”

“So daddy doesn’t get any relief because you decided to be a bad boy?” 

I whimper as I spread my legs further as he pulls off his briefs, his hard cock curving upwards and leaking a small amount of precum. He gets down on the bed and grabs my legs and I wrap them around his waist and tilt my head back. I hiss when I feel the head of his cock push inside of my sore hole, stretching me out more than his fingers did. I whimper as he slowly forcefully pushes himself inside of me, I grab onto his arms and hold on. My cock despite being extremely sore starts to throb as I feel him slide against my prostate as he pushes all the way inside of me. 

“Mhmm fuck your hole feels extra tight. So good for taking my fat cock in your tight hole.” He says as he starts to pound me, my moans flying out of my mouth uncontrollably. He pounds into me relentlessly as I whimper and cry out, his curved cock assaulting my prostate. He sees this and goes faster, my sore cock hardening once again from his cock. “Mhmmm daddy getting your little cock hard again? You like daddy pounding into your tight ass?” He says leaning down and grunting as he goes faster and touching my cock once again. 

“Daddy please I can’t no more.”

“Yes you can.”

N-No I can’t daddy.

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A year before I turned 65, I put my name on the waiting list for Place Saint-Laurent, a seniors’ residence in downtown Toronto, Canada. Eleven months later, I got a call saying there was a one-bedroom apartment available at market price. I visited the unit facing Lake Ontario on the top floor of a nine-story building, I liked it, and I signed the lease for occupation two months later.

Place Saint-Laurent is the only seniors’ residence for French-speaking Torontonians. Over 80% of the residents are women, some originally from Africa and Mauritius Island. Men are mainly from the province of Québec or from Ontario like me. There are a few young people who live with their grand-parents. I met one of them in the elevator. I don’t think he was much older than 18. One thing for sure, Antoine was a handsome slim guy with a nice smile. I wondered if he could possibly be gay…

Six weeks after my installation in the apartment, we had a Thanksgiving dinner. When I came down to buy my ticket, Antoine was already in line with his grand-father. I asked him to keep a place for me at his table. That was the first time we exchanged at length. He had just turned 18 and was studying at George Brown College to become a personal support worker. His grand-father said that “Antoine is so serious that he hasn’t dated any girl yet”. I almost replied that it was perhaps because he hadn’t met Mr. Right!

During the dinner, I explained that I was the book critic for L’Express, Toronto’s French-language weekly paper, and that I had lots of novels that both Antoine and his grand-father could choose from. I also brushed my knee on Antoine’s leg a few times, and he kind of replied in the same way. We looked at each other with a grin on our face. My next move was an invitation to drop by apartment 905 to see what I had on my book shelves.

Antoine asked if he could come over after the meal. I said it would be perfect. I didn’t add that the most important album in my library was a 664-page retrospective of drawings by Tom of Finland, with short texts in English, German and French. I was sure he would revel in flipping through these guys in leather gear, in full action, fucking each other hard and deep with 10-inch cocks and eating their partner’s ass with frenzy.

Antoine followed me upstairs, and I was in for a surprise as soon as I shut the door. “I’ve never done this before, he said, but can I kiss you? You attract me a lot.” Our lips were immediately united, our tongues intertwined, our kisses were passionate. I could feel that he was both nervous and relieved. He had finally come out of the closet.

Like me at 18, Antoine was still a virgin. As we sat down and cuddled on the sofa, he explained how he had always been a shy boy, and that classmates had called him “sissy” or “faggot”. Later, he was too scared to walking down Church Street in the Gay Village. He wasn’t sure if his attraction to older men made him queer in a bad way. I reassured him and even mentioned that I had met younger guys through the dating service called Silver Daddies.

“You fit perfectly well in the LGBT community, my dear Son!”

“Oh yes! I like it when you call me Son. I want you to be my special Daddy.”

This was heaven on earth! I would get to initiate Antoine to manly pleasures. My own father had been a very distant man, and never expressed his emotions. I never heard him say a single loving word to my mother, not even on Mother’s Day. We never had a discussion about sex. It’s only at 26 that I told him about my sexual orientation. For the record, I’m 100% gay, I’ve never dated a girl seriously, I’ve never seen a naked woman (except on pictures our videos), I’m attracted to men younger than me, but not to effeminate guys. I have a fetish for dudes in jockstraps, and a fantasy towards naked cowboys in chaps.

Antoine is not super virile, but he is young, handsome, as tall as me, and we definitely have a social and intellectual complicity, plus a sexual attraction. I want this to work out. I think that it is best that I do not rush into bed to eat his ass right away, but gradually get comfortable with him. An idea runs through my mind; I want to explore Antoine’s body with my five senses: “I would like to see, smell, touch, taste and hear you, my sweet Son.” At the sound of these verbs, he snuggles even more tightly against me. “I would like to go back to my apartment, see how my grand-father is doing, take a shower and come back. Is that OK with you, Daddy?” I feel like saying that we can shower together, but that would lead me to sucking his dick too quickly. I just reply that I will also get spic and span, and wait impatiently for him.

When he comes back, I immediately notice a change in appearance: Tom of Finland t-shirt, tight faded blue jeans, bulging crotch in full display. Noticing my surprised look, he says how he has dreamed of wearing this outfit since he was about 16. Antoine is simply fucking hot. I take photos, promising that they will be treasured souvenirs for just the two of us.

First sense. “Can you strip so that I can look at your body from every possible angle?” He takes off his shirt so that I can admire his hairy chest and armpits. He bends down to offer me a nice view of his small peachy butt, then removes his jeans. Fuck! Antoine is wearing a red jockstrap just like mine. I have to control myself so as not to bury my face in his pouch. He removes the jock, strutting languidly, his cock already fully erected and his balls hanging tight. Antoine is a natural strip-teaser, more debauched than I thought. Hot manly pleasures are looming on the horizon.

Second sense. I bury my nose in his armpits, in his crotch, in his ass crack. I sniff like a pig for truffles and get intoxicated by Antoine’s divine male aroma.

Third sense. I touch with the tip of my finger his entire body. I caress his face, tickle his stomach, squeeze his balls, stroke his rock-hard cock and knead his firm cute ass. I am already excited, but this tactile exploration makes me drip.

Fourth sense. I French-kiss him to taste the sweetest tongue ever. I lick his nipples and hairy armpits. I suck his hard dick until my mouth is flooded by a huge creamy load that I swallow almost completely, keeping a good tablespoon to lubricate his ass hole and taste his succulent rosebud smeared in teenager juice. This is by far the best smorgasbord I have ever savoured. Antoine keeps begging me not to stop, saying how he never thought that gay sex could be so exhilarating.

Fifth sense. “The best is yet to come, Son! I want to hear you moan with pleasure. Your ass will be fucked for the first time. It will hurt at the beginning, but trust me Son, your roars of pain will quickly become shocks of pleasure, music to my ears.” On this note, I slowly plunge my shaft in his welcoming hole, shove it back and forth with increasing rhythm. My pounding makes him yell: “This is so fucking hot. Yeah, Daddy, cream your new Son’s ass!” His sore butt now feels like a temple of manly pleasure thanks to me, his new Daddy, and I have so much fun dumping my junk in his virgin trunk. 

Raw fuck becomes the culmination of Antoine’s initiation with flying colors. It grabs all five of our senses and sends both of us into the sweaty backrooms of our erotic imagination.

It was actually the idea of one of my brothers. Not a real brother (I’m an only child), but one of the guys in my fraternity, Steve Larson. He and I were sitting around watching late night TV in the house’s rec room, he in a flimsy pair of gym shorts, me in my boxers. We were watching late night comedy in silence and out of nowhere, in between swigs of beer, Steve blurts out, “I got it, Bill.”

“Got what?” I asked, myself close to polishing off the can of Miller now warm in my hand. I’d had a buzz the last couple of hours and it felt great to be hanging out with my brother and close friend, nursing the good feeling.

“The Halloween party.” I realized now what he was talking about. Each year, our house puts on a big costume party. Always a huge blowout that fueled stories around campus for weeks. As a sophomore, this will be my first one as a pledged member, and I wanted to come up with a good idea for a costume, only was having a hard time.

“What about it, Larson? You got an idea for what I can go as this year?”

“Yeah, bud. I mean, your dad’s a cop right?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, why don’t you use one of his uniforms and go as a policeman?”

“Great idea, man,” I replied. It was so simple, I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of it. This was too easy. It wouldn’t be one of those cheesy rented costumes that looks fake as hell. This would be a real cop’s uniform, my dad’s. I pictured what I’d look like in his uniform. Then I stopped right in the middle of my thoughts.

“It won’t work,” I said. You see, my dad’s a big guy. Not fat or anything, and we’re about the same height. Only my father is one walking wall of muscle. He’s always made a point to lift weights and keep in shape for his job, so his frame is immense – 48 inch-plus chest, giant knots of brawn for biceps, tree trunk thighs. I’m no scrawny guy – a regular schedule of intramural athletics keeps me pretty buff – but I knew my father’s clothes would droop on me. I explained the situation to Steve.

“I guess that’s a problem, bud…. But maybe he’s kept one of his old uniforms around… If he’s been on the force for a while.”

“He has,” I replied. Dad’s been a policeman since he was 18, joined the force right out of high school. Since he and Mom had me a year later, Dad’s been a cop longer than I’ve been alive. Seeing pictures of him in his early 20s, I knew that he used to be closer to my size. I had to hand it to Steve, he sure had some good ideas.

“Yeah, I’ll ask him,” I said absently, only to notice that Steve had gotten up and was walking toward me. He sunk down and taking both of my knees in his hands, gently spread my legs, giving him room to scoot in between. With his right hand, he pawed at my dick through the fabric of my boxers. To my surprise, I was already steel hard.

“Ooh, yeah, Bill, you got a big fuckin’ boner tonight. Gonna let your bro have at it?” Steve didn’t wait for an answer. Maybe he already knew it. See, Steve’s a cockhound. The house has a few of them in fact, not really gay guys, they still fuck women and all…I guess they’re bisexual. And Steve’s the most masculine guy you could imagine, a big football-playing bruiser with a military haircut, thick bullneck, bowling-ball biceps and mountainous pecs. And dark brown eyes that pierced your soul when he looked up from sucking your dick.

Steve wasn’t ashamed to show how much he loved to suck cock. He just fucking did it. That’s why I admired him. Hell, since pledging the fraternity, I guess my own horizons have been broadened a bit. Before, I thought really, assumed, that I was 100 percent all-American heterosexual. Only a few of the brothers have taught me how incredibly hot man-to-man sex can be. Now at our parties, I have to decide whether to ball one of the sorority chicks hanging on me, or to slip into a bedroom with one of my hunky brothers. It’s not an easy decision.

I contemplated all this while Steve worked on my tool, coaxing my load out with his hot, supple mouth. For such a butch stud, the guy really had a soft, silky smooth mouth. I just gripped the back of his high-and-tight haircut and held on for the sweet ride.

* * * *

My dad chuckled when I told him my halloween costume idea. “Sure, Bill, I have a couple of old uniforms lying around. Don’t fit me any more, one of them should fit you. Why don’t you come on by Friday before your party. I get off at 5, so any time after that.”

“Sure thing, dad. Thanks.”

“All right, son. See you Friday.”

I grew up in a city just shy of an hour away from the university. Fortunately, I have only one class on Friday afternoon so after it was done I got in my car and drove home.

The police cruiser was pulling into the driveway just when I got there. “Great timing,” Dad said as he pried his beefy body out of the car and came over to greet me with a paternal grip on the shoulder. “So, it looks like my boy wants to be a cop like his daddy after all,” he joked.

It was an ongoing joke between us, I think Dad had always half-wanted me to follow in his footsteps but knew that I would be better off going to college and getting a professional job. So he always teased me about being a College Boy. Never in a mean or resentful way, but you knew there was a little sadness in his joking.

“Nah, Pops,” I kidded. “Don’t think I have what it takes to be on the force.”

As he fiddled with the front door and lock and as I followed his strong frame into the house, he replied over his shoulder, “My boy has what it takes all right. You can do anything you want, Bill.” He was serious. It wasn’t often my Dad expressed emotion, but sometimes he could say something so simple and heart-felt.

We went back to his bedroom, and I plopped myself on my parents’ bed while Dad removed his gun and belt, plopping them on the dresser. Untucking his shirttails, he pulled out his uniform shirt, then unbuttoned the front, revealing the massive contours of muscle that sculpted his white T-shirt beneath. My dad’s a pretty hairy guy, so even through the stretched cotton of the T-shirt, you can see a dense mat of chest fur.

“Let’s see what I have for you,” he said as he started rummaging through the closet. Finally, he pulled out a tattered, yellow box. He wiped the dust off the top. “Almost threw these out. Guess your father’s a sentimental guy, huh?” he winked.

Inside were three pressed and folded uniforms. Dad pulled the first one out reverentially and unfolded it onto the bed. “This was my first one… why don’t you try it on, son?”

I kicked off my shoes and shucked my jeans. My sweatshirt was not far behind.

Dad took a seat in a chair against the wall. “You got a great body, Bill. You been working out?”

Suddenly, I realized I stood before my father wearing only my socks and my boxers. Not unusual in itself, I guess, but I was aware that my father had not seen me like this as an adult, a young man, and he seemed aware that of my self-consciousness.

“Go ahead, try it on.”

The uniform pants were a little tight, but the shirt was impossibly snug.

Dad chuckled. “Now you know how scrawny your old man was at your age.” As I removed the uniform, he pulled the other two out of the box. “Your chest is developed enough to wear the shirt I had in the early 90s,” he spoke, as much to himself as to me, holding up a much larger shirt. “But I’ll stick with these trousers,” he added, matching the parts from two uniforms. He handed the vestments to me and patted his belly demonstrably. “Your much trimmer in the waist than I am, Bill. Gotta lay off those donuts,” he joked.

“Yeah, what is it with cops and their donuts?” I asked. I’d been around dad and his partners enough to know there was some truth in the stereotype. I slipped on the trousers. Fit like a glove. Perfectly contoured to my lacrosse-developed quads and ass.

“Beats me,” Dad chuckled, running his finger beneath the waistband and judging that the fit was perfect.

The shirt, if possible, fit even better. I buttoned it up as Dad smoothed out the wrinkles. Dad’s hands are large, and for a forbidden moments I wondered if his sex partners enjoyed feeling those thick fingers run over their bodies.

“Looks like we have a match, Bill,” Dad said. “I can’t give you the badge or gun, of course, but I should be able to outfit you with everything else.” He went back to the closet and pulled out an extra pair of shoes. With 11 and a half feet, I’m a half-size bigger than Dad, but was able to squeeze into the shiny, polished patent black leather uniform shoes. Then came the belt, the nightstick, the officer stripes pin, even a broken walkie talkie. I was standing in front of the full-length mirror, marveling at the transformation, when Dad appeared behind me and placed his cap on my head. It was complete.

“Let me look at you, son,” Dad muttered, almost whispered.

I’m not sure I was ready for the expression on my father’s face when I turned around. Admiration, surprise, sadness, and I could swear a trace of lust. It was my transformation reflected in his eyes. “Wow, dad,” I said, nearly speechless.

“You like the feel, Bill? It’s why I became a policeman. That feeling I get when I put on the uniform.”

I breathed in and was bombarded with the cedar chips and leather smell of the uniform. “You feel it, too?”

“Every day. Even after all these years. I don’t know what it is. Pride. Power. A bit of both.”

I ran my hands along the nightstick and up along my polyester-covered thigh. I wanted to touch my cock so bad.

Dad noticed. “First time I put it on, I boned up too.” He gave a little laugh, but the seriousness returned to his face. “Still do, sometimes.” He was closer to me. I could see the weathered skin and the crow’s feet, but my father was still very much a handsome man.

He ran his fingers along the small of my back, sending shivers down my spine. When his hand clasped the back of my neck, that did it. I inched forward. He inched forward. Our noses touched, then our mouths. I was fucking kissing my father, right there in the master bedroom, and Dad was kissing me right back. Hungrily. With love.

We made out, arms locked around each other. My heart beat a million times a minute, and I could feel his pump, too. I wanted to feel his skin. So I ran my hands underneath the shirt, along his love handles and along the small of his back. Dad moaned. I wanted more. I pulled up on this T-shirt, peeling back the white cotton. Dad didn’t want to relinquish our kiss, but finally relented as I tugged his arms up with the shirt. His chest was fever hot, and I teased and caressed every inch as we resumed out deep-tongue, spit-swapping incestuous frenching.

I felt those magnificent thick fingers knead my bone through the uniform crotch. Felt them fumble with the zipper and reach in and start fishing around for the front slit in my boxers. He found it, and my dick found freedom, plopping its steely length out into fresh air, then almost immediately his smooth palm. Dad began frigging me, and I held onto his body tighter.

“Gotta try this, son,” he finally grunted, then squatted right down and attacked my cock. Opened up and swallowed me. This sure wasn’t what I’d expected to happen this afternoon. Tormented, conflicted thoughts swam in my head, but mostly I was blindsided by the incredible feeling of dad’s warm, wet sucking mouth and the knowledge that my own father was blowing me.

He gobbled my rigid dick with starved intensity. I responded with an intensity of my own, grabbing his closely cropped hair and riding his face, fast then slow, urgent, then teasing. Dad would spit on my cock whenever I pulled it out, and say filthy things to me, to my cock, to himself. I guess you never imagine your own father getting into sex talk, but I was learning first hand now. My old man’s got a raunchy mind.

I’d let him spout his fuck talk, til I couldn’t take any more, then I’d plunge straight back in, relishing the litany of choked sex grunts. I’d feel that rising crest of impending orgasm, so I’d pull back out, rest my cocktip on dad’s quivering lips, giving my pleasure center a rest, while Dad’s words went to work on the deep recesses of my psyche. I could hear his own slapping sounds as he beat his meat.

He sucked, I fucked. We edged like that for god knows how long, til I couldn’t time it any more or hold back. For the fifth time, I pulled my cock back from the brink of that last fuck thrust, and rested it on his lips. The minute he said, “yeah, you like fucking your daddy’s mouth,” that did it. My prick shook with earthquake tremors and my pisstube undulated til a huge wad of my hot seed burst forth and sprayed Dad’s face.

“Oh yeah, shoot it, son,” he growled and latched his mouth right on the spurting tip. He swallowed and sucked and punched the spurting head to the back of his throat to more directly inject my semen into his guts. It was a nasty sight, my dad’s handsome face covered in my pearly discharge while he readily swallowed my sperming spigot. I looked down and watched, caressing his head the whole time.

“Suck me, Dad,” I encouraged. His body shook like a spun top, then he grunted loudly with my cock still buried in his mouth. Dad was cumming, too.

When we both recovered, Dad stood up, shame faced, unsure of what to say. “Look Bill, I’m sorry.”

“For what, Dad?” My chest rose and fall as I tried to catch my breath.

“Christ! What do you mean, “for what”?! I just fucking blew my own son.” It was weird to hear my father’s normal gruff cop voice, even now. He shook his head and bit his lip anxiously. “I didn’t want you to find out. Certainly not like this.”

I was starting to put two and two together. The bitter divorce from Mom, the fact he hadn’t had a girlfriend this whole time since. I’d assumed he’d just been keeping his sex life private. He was but not for the reason I thought. “You mean…”

“Yeah. It started out with a couple guys on the force. But I couldn’t get enough. Went looking elsewhere. Practically everywhere. Now my own boy. Fuck!” he was nearly hyperventilating.

“Man Dad…” I tried to reassure him by putting my hand on his shoulder. His skin was still burning hot. “…this is probably gonna have to sink in. But I’ve done it, too. I’ve messed around with my fraternity brothers some.”

That got Dad’s attention. “Really?”

“Yeah. And to be honest, it’s more than ‘some’… we’ve fooled around a lot.” The look on Dad’s face was priceless. I laughed.

“What’s funny?”

“You. You’re standing there. My jizz still on your face, and you’re already imagining me and Craig fucking.” Craig Grinson was the only one of my brothers Dad had met… he’d stayed at the house one weekend.

Dad blushed. I leaned in and planted my mouth on his. “It’s OK,” I assured him, licking my sperm off his lips, “I’m imagining you and your police buddies.”

We reclined on the bed and made out some more. It wasn’t long before Dad was going back to the fuck stick poking up between my legs. I reclined back, Dad’s cop uniform still on. Dad deepthroated me and stripped. Revealing that hairy, muscular ass and those powerful legs. Finally, he bobbed up for air and gripped my spit-wet shaft.

“Bill, forgive me for asking, but how do you feel about fucking?”

I wondered if I was gonna get back for the party.

I still cannot utter the words out loud. I pray for assistance, for the courage to find the right words as I sit in front of Father Umberto to confess my sins. But the words never come out. I have used to believe it to be a sin and yet, if it is so, the only way to wash my soul would be to confess it. To bring the truth to my fellow man and let him absolve me. But I cannot.

I sit here tonight with a notebook Dino has brought me. He knows I’m an avid reader and he asked if I liked to write. I told him I once did. He told me I should continue to do it. Or to start again. What better way to do it? If I cannot profess my words out loud, maybe I can rush them into writing. Here, I confess.

My name is Giorgio Salieri. I am, today, 32 years old. I was born in Florence and I lived there most of my life. But not anymore. After my father’s death, I, already a priest, moved to this small village, up in some godforsaken valley. There are few of us here, living in old houses that have been renewed and turned into a center of some kind of touristic appeal. Frozen in time, with not many comings and goings, but still alive. And the chances to sin are tremendously high. Sometimes it leaves me with my palms wet with sweat from trying too hard to pray the thoughts away.

But oh, I am weak.

Before I started this confession, I lay down in bed. In my hands, my shaky hands, I read once more the letter Rocco sent me two years ago. I have the words memorized already. They are burned in my thoughts. Each word, each letter in his rough and deep caligraphy. Sometimes I imagined the sound of his voice as I read the words. His intensity, his need. And just that simple imagination is enough to keep me awake at night until I take it off and drop my seed on an old rag.

I should have forgotten his face. Some days I think I do. But recently Rocco has haunted me. An angry ghost that keeps howling at my ear, demanding my attention and my thoughts. He is a terribly jealous ghost and he has come to mock me. To call me weak and to avenge himself. I did him wrong. Oh, I know I did. But my intentions had been pure, I suppose. I wanted to save our souls. To give us the happiness that was promised after a troubled life. Rocco deserves it because he is the love of my life.

And yet, I damned myself tonight. Like an addict who falls from grace, I too fell in the arms of a man.

Dino.

Dino Caprioli.

My Dino. Who are you? Who are you to tempt me with such a delicious promise of hell that I blindly throw myself into its deeper, darker pits? Dino. A young, innocent, lovable farmer. A young man who cares more about everyone else, who smells like earth, and the woods. Dino. With his rough, scruffy short beard, his blond short hair, his dark hazel eyes that shine with mischief when we are alone. As if we have been friends forever. As if we share a secret that no one else does. Forgive me, Rocco. Forgive me, dad. Forgive me, Father. But Dino…

He came by this morning, sweaty from riding his bike up the hill. The parochial house lingers just a few meters from the church, at the higher square of the village. The boy rushes through every morning with the milk from his father. For generations, it has been like that. He brings it with cheese sometimes. Bread his mother backed early in the morning. Marmelade and sweets, on good spring days. His basket was full when he brought it in. I opened the door since Father Umberto was out in his garden. He glistened of sweat, my Dino. He smiled at me his usual ‘Ciao’ and came in, leading me deeper into my own house.

I still wonder now, at this very moment, how come today I couldn’t resist my own impulses? What force has led me to comply with a suggestion that has always been there, on the sidelines of our relationship?

Dino came to me a day before his 25th birthday. I had met him already, he and his family are assiduous in their presence in the church. Every night, at least one of them is there, sitting to watch us through the mass. But until that point, we had kept our distance. I had kept my distance. It was an obvious decision. Dino is handsome. Dino is like a man that has come from the legends of a greater, older empire. Dino has muscles that are natural to his built as a farmer, he has a smile that can melt any heart of ice. He is the sun. And my body reacted with fire the moment I saw him first.

His confession came with deep honesty. Dino told me he was gay. Dino said he was afraid to go to hell. He was afraid his father would hate him. And his little siblings. Dino just wanted to feel normal. Oh, Dino. I don’t regret a little bit that day when I told you not to worry. I don’t regret one day telling you something I wish I believed for myself. Be happy. God loves you no matter what. We will find a solution, but don’t feel sad. He was one of God’s works. He should love himself. Besides, I told him, there is nothing wrong with you. “So you are capable of love? Tell me how can that be a sin.”

He smiled and from then on, our friendship was deeper than any I have ever had in life. Dino was always around. Or maybe gravity had done its work and I was a satellite to Dino’s star. For a whole year, we have been like that. Close friends. We drink together wine on cold winter nights. We eat together under the sun on warm Spring afternoons.

Dino made me lighter, and I paid him in kind.

Until today, we were as prude as our bodies allowed. We restrict the clear flame that burned between us as we could. But today, it was different.

“Is Father Umberto around?” He was wearing a cotton white shirt that hung open in a small v shape where honey-colored hair painted his chest. I could see the tiny silver and golden collar with the small sign of San Francesco on it. I could see the small droplets of sweat on his skin and they made me weak as if I was thirsty for them.

“He’s outside, taking care of his plants.”

“I see.”

He looked at me. It was a warm summer day. I had old shorts on, the ones I used when I stayed home, not on duty. I had an old white t-shirt that hid my lean body. That protected it, or so I thought.

“Mama has made you more Marmelade, Father. I told her you were very fond of the peach one.”

What was I thinking? I can’t recall, honestly. I can’t remember what I answered. I can’t remember what words opened the gates and let the river roll in, flooding all of the valleys with a force only Nature still has. But we kissed in the kitchen. I have no memory of how I ended up in his arms. I recall moving. Me. I remember approaching and seeing his face get misty, out of focus, and then I remember his taste on my tongue, his warmth on my chest.

His cock between my fingers.

It was instinct, sure. It was something I had thought I had forgotten how to do because since I left Rocco, I had not done it. I had thought I wouldn’t know what to touch and how to kiss. I had thought I was beyond what the flesh had to offer me. And yet, my fingers were deft. They worked under his old jeans, his tight undies. I made him hard and when we came up for air on that kiss, I brought my finger to my mouth. He had oozed precum over it. I tasted it, looking deep into his hazel eyes. His honey was on my tongue and I felt like I was looking the sun straight with my eyes. I burned.

Dino pushed me against the wall. For one year or more we had been playing these roles. We had been pretending not to flirt, when all we did was flirt. The glances, the touches, the jokes, and the confessions at twilight. He pushed me so hard against the wall I thought I would break into pieces, but his hands were on my waist and I was one, and I was his. I was Dino’s. He kissed my neck and pulled off my shirt as I was doing the same to him. His sweat was salty but oh, I could have licked him clean of it. I would if we were not in such a hurry to catch up for all the lost time, all of the days; long, long days in which we kept the desire in a bottle deep inside ourselves.

Dino sucked my nipples and put a hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t scream. Thinking about it now, I assume we knew we could get caught, but we were willing to risk it. Burn them all, I must have thought as I moaned against his hand, my tongue licking him as if I craved to know the taste of each part of his body.

He kept going down and he was kneeling in front of me, pulling my shorts to my feet. He put his face against my crotch and sniffed me, so loud I could hear the air entering his lungs. He looked up and smiled at me before he opened his mouth and took me in. I am not above average, my uncut cock is a bit chubby by the head but average on its length. Dino couldn’t take me in. He seemed to know what to do, but just barely. As if the seed was there, but the plant needed watering. Still, he licked and suckled on the inches he could take, hand moving up my torso, pinching my nipples. Another hand moved between my legs as if he was curious to see what could be hidden under the layer of hair I had down there.

Were you impressed by my male body, Dino? Was it all that you expected of a man? I ask because he told me after, this had been his first time. His first kiss. His first surrendering.

But at that moment, he sucked and he made my toes curl and he made me whimper as I tried to hold back, not wanting the moment to end. It was the paradise I had craved for in lonely nights. I always thought of Rocco, but with Dino, he was not there. Not even when my seed flooded into my farm boy’s mouth. Dino swallowed every last drop and when he got up again, we kissed and I could still taste my cum in him.

The chopping of grass, the whistling of an old man. Those were the signs I looked for as I got down to my knees. Father Umberto was still working in his garden. I too wanted to drink. My knees were on the floor of the kitchen and I took Dino’s cock in my mouth. I took all of it in my mouth. I had imagined the size of it a few times. I had wondered how big Dino would be. I confess to that sin. And I was happy that my expectations had been matched and even surpassed. He had a thick cock all over, veiny and heavy. Rocco too had a big cock like that. I remember now how much I enjoyed holding it when we slept together in the back room of the garage he worked in, in those old, dirty sheets where we tangled. How I would only fall asleep when it was warm in my hand.

Dino’s cock throbbed between my lips as I kept my eyes up, watching his face transforming as my tongue caused waves of pleasure to run up his body, take his muscles, take him hard. With my nose against his pubes, I could smell the musk of a working morning, of his farm and his nature. His sweat. His masculine scent lingered over my nose throughout the day and even now as I write these words down. I took it in because I wanted that smell and all it would bring me. To hell with it all. I held that cock in my throat until breathing in his scent was impossible until my eyes stung from the lack of air. And I pulled back just to catch my breath and do it again.

My Dino didn’t last long and I felt his cum in my throat and falling over my tongue as I moved back. The last splash crossed my face, tainting me, painting it as his. He tasted of the sun. He tasted of salt but also a delicious sweetness. He tasted of a pleasure I had denied myself too long.

He helped me up and we looked at each other, still breathing hard, our chests heaving, our mouths twisted in smiles of incredulity. We discovered a new land after long miserable days lost in the sea. Was it a dream? He reached for me and caressed my face.

“Father Giorgio, I’m-”

I knew what he would say, so I stopped him before it could be done.

“Thank you, my Dino.”

His smile spread wide, truthful. It was warm and he was relieved. He held me there, our cocks still hard, still throbbing from their orgasm, their work. I took a moment to catch up, but I too embraced him, my hands taking him by his back, my fingers marking his sun-kissed skin.

When we got back from it, we dressed quickly. I washed my face on the kitchen sink, despite not wanting to. I wanted his cum to dry over me. I wanted to have him still now.

“I gotta go.” He said as he rubbed his hands over his old jeans.

He moved to the door. I should have had let him go. I know I should have.

“Dino.”

He stopped and turned. In his eyes, I could see the expectation I felt in my chest. I could see myself in them.

“I will see you this afternoon. You promised to help me fixing the church’s-”

“Of course, Father. I will be there.”

We lingered watching each other. I knew that feeling. The desire. The inevitability of separation. And of secret. We built, in one glance, a whole continent we had discovered alone.

“Father. Arriverderci.”

“Arriverderci, Dino.” He left me standing in the kitchen, lost as if the floor under my feet had been pulled away. I walked on clouds through the day. Dangerous, soft, comfortable clouds.

But oh, Dino, what crazy doom have you brought upon me?

* * *

I had to pause a moment. Writing about it made it impossible to continue.

A fire has started and it is burning through me. Nothing will be left, I imagine. I can see the exit, but I don’t move towards it. I embrace the flames.

I embraced them.

I went to bed to try and pray away all these thoughts but the clarity of prayer brought me something unexpected. I still burn. My cock is hard. Achingly hard. But when I sat down again on my desk, I wrote on a different paper. My dear Rocco, I started.

The words of two years that I seemed not to be able to find were written on paper as if my hand was being guided by a ghost. Rocco. I see your face everywhere. After Dino left, you were everywhere too. Rocco. Rocco. Rocco.

I wrote you a letter. I am throwing more wood to this fire, I know, but I am a simple man, a mortal, a sinner. And oh, Rocco, please understand I was afraid. I am afraid. But I will send you the letter tomorrow. We may never see each other again. Are you married now? You had such plans. Are you happy now? I always thought you were doomed to a certain gloom that would taint even your happiest hours. Can you forgive me, Rocco? Can you forgive a coward who ran away from the fire once?

When I first met you, we were both lost causes. You had been in a fight, I had been caught trying to sneak out of college. We were so young, but we got along. While we waited for our parents to come after being called by the priest to talk some sense into our heads. Your mom was a single mother, she owned a store downtown. Your uncle had a garage and you were already working on it after school. I was the fifth child of a middle-class family. I was alright, but my grandma had promised me to God already, even if I still didn’t know. My grandpa was sick, you see? The men of my family have always weighted on my shoulders the heaviest. Since I was the last man born, all of their failures fell upon me. But when my grandpa got through, my dad and my grandma had already prepared my path.

Did they know, on that day, how you would come and mess it all up?

I was shy and sad and you are a brute with too much anger. But we got along. You liked my books, I liked your songs. I hated your girlfriends and you kept introducing new girls to me. You were watching when I had my first kiss with a girl I can’t remember the name. I knew you watched. I cried at home that night. I was 17 and I was crying like a baby because you weren’t my first kiss.

And one week later, you fought me. I threw a book at you and you left and I thought that was it. But you came back and you were furious and you kissed me and we did what we could with what we knew and we were done before we even knew we had begun. It was our first time. Of many. Even though I knew what it was expected of me. Even though I showered twice that night and went to church for two whole weeks and confessed my sin with such shame I thought I could die from it.

But after all that, after all the struggle I caused myself, I saw you. And you took me into that bed, in the back. And we did it again. It lasted for years, Rocco. I was 30 when I left. I was 18 when you fucked me in the ass for the first time. We were never a thing. You had girlfriends, I had the monastery. You had your fights and your drinking and I, my prayers and my studies. But when we fucked…

I would see stars when your cock would shoot its cum deep in me. I knew it to be the highest of my happiness, when I laid under your heavy frame, your warm body, your sweaty and messy moans. And when I slept later in your arms, I was in the promised land.

I stopped confessing this sin when I was 25. I remember the last time. You had fucked me so hard, so deep the night before that I screamed your name out loud to the night. How many positions did we experience that night? How many times did you cum on me? In me? You said you wanted to see my face painted with your cum. I agreed. I let you cum all over me.

I traveled to a different city to confess. I took the train and took a day off and I told a priest I had never met all about you. He told me I should get help. Fast. Before the sin would turn me into a monster. I didn’t look for help. But I think had I done that, maybe we would be in a different place now.

You found me at home that night and I didn’t want to let you in, but you did convince me. You held me all night. We said that would stop. We promised each other it would. You didn’t want to be a fag. But we slept holding each other tight all through the night, knowing that if we let go, we would drift into space. Forever.

And after that, we had our best time. How long was it? Five years of happiness? We never lived together, but we found places we could hide. We traveled often, we were in every cheap hotel in the region. We counted our coins to buy time.

But my family’s curse came back. My father became sick too. My grandpa had been long gone. And when I visited my Babbo, all he had to say was that he knew about you. And that he was sad, but he would die happy if I finished what I had started. If I fulfilled their promise. “Please, son. Or else none of us, not me, not your grandpa and not you, will ever rest in peace.”

My Babbo stayed with us just enough to see me through the priesthood. It was hell. Our happiness was gone. Meeting you was like a knife through my chest. Guilty, again. I couldn’t stop coming, but my hurting was hurting you and you were always easy to explode. You were angry, I was mean. How did we survive those days?

I remember our last night. It was just a few days after I did it – became a priest. You were a bit drunk. You smelt of beer and of gasoline. My dad was back in the hospital and you called telling me you needed to talk. We were to break up, you told me.

But then we were naked in your tiny secret garage bed. You were not as rough as the last times. You were gentle as if you wanted to mend something we had broken apart. You licked me down my back until you buried your face between my cheeks, your tongue licking over my hairy hole while your hand held my hard cock. I wanted you in. I needed you in me. I remember thinking I would quit it all for you. Do you believe me if I say so? Your tongue could do that to me. You licked me until I was rolling my eyes and I could not think straight. You forced your tongue against my twitching hole. It was loose. It knew your body as if it was part of me. It let your big cock slid in, forcing it through the muscles, which simply allowed your intrusion. We made love. You fucked me while kissing my neck, my shoulders. I moaned and begged for you to go harder, but you were in control. You did as you needed it to be done. You went harder when our bodies wanted and when you were looking in my eyes, you were slower, making sure I could feel every inch of that thick length spreading my insides. I came and you cleaned my belly with your fingers. You took me in your mouth. Every last drop I had wasted. All while your cock was still inside me, moving so slow that it was an agony only ecstasy could compare. I reached heaven and you pushed me further. Beyond heaven. My cock didn’t even grow soft as you kept moving your hips, fucking me. Harder again, at that point because you were seeking release too. I held your chest, grabbed your muscles, and pinched the excess of them. You were always bigger than me – strong, fit, defined muscles that bulged with a little bit of extra fat but well distributed all over. You were the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. You still are.

The second time I came that night was when you were shooting your load in me. We grunted like animals in heat, your body falling over mine as we hugged só tight over my second, more liquid seed. I felt so full of you.

We slept with our bodies covered in cum. We slept hugging each other tightly. In the morning, I left you while you were still sleeping. I tried not to make a sound as I put on my pants and skipped through the door. It made the usual and loud metallic noise but you only stirred while I sped through the exit and out into the street while still putting on the rest of my clothes. My last image of you, Rocco, is of you lying down over your stomach, your right leg slightly bent. The dirty sheets covered your left leg and your black hair messy, locks falling over your closed eyes. Your shoulders moved as you took in air. Your ass was perky, round, slightly opened, offering me a view of a thin layer of black hair that flowed out of it on your lower back in the form of a small triangle.

To imagine Rocco, of all nights! My heart was so happy with Dino’s light today and yet, it is Rocco and the shadows of the rooms we shared that I think as I finish this first entry. One love fades, another is born. I suppose life plays its own song.

But I have written Rocco’s letter. And tomorrow morning I will send it. Give it closure.

I hope my dear Rocco is happy. I hope my dear Rocco has found the way out of the dark rooms we have put ourselves in. I do hope so because today I feel hopeful. After all, tomorrow morning I will see my Dino again.

After waking up in Sir Jace’s bed the other night after some heavy asspig play, Sir Jace rewarded me with 48 hours of cock freedom and said I can come as much as I need to during this time. I had been steadily locked up for almost two months, and it would be my last chance at freedom until 2022. It was going to be a long haul.

As you can imagine, I want to blow as many loads as possible before I can’t (unless Sir Jace allows it). Yesterday, I was feeling a little different than most days. I wanted something different. I placed an ad on a hook up site looking for a younger bottom that would be into worshiping my nips and pits manually and orally while I jerked off. I was specific in that I was not looking to get blown or to top.

Unbelievably, I received 6 responses within 30 minutes! I found one of particular interest. A think of 23, blonde, blue eyes, 5’6”, 145, smooth, toned. He was the definition of twink if you look it up in a dictionary. We exchanged some texts and he clearly understood what I was looking for.

We met around 8pm at my place. He shows up in a tight pair of jeans and a tight black t-shirt. He looked a little nervous, and he was not very talkative. I invited him inside and asked if he was ok. He nodded, “yes”. I asked if he was sure, and he said, “yes”. I asked if he’d like to get started, and he said, “yes, sure”and this time looked me in the eyes, and his lip curled to form an almost-smile.

I flicked on the tv and had a TimTales vid of John Thomas getting railed by Vicman. The video starts with John deep throating a huge dick, and I love the way he is able to deep throat them all. Anyway, I pull off my tank top, and push down my boxers, and I tell this boy, “come here”.

He walks over to me, pulls off his shirt, and sits next to me. I rest my arm on the back of the sofa, and he leans into my armpit and takes a deep sniff. I had made sure to wash off any deodorant, as I have, myself, tasted that, and that was no fun, so I wanted to provide him with a clean experience. Then I look down at him and his tongue is lapping up the hairs under my armpit, he’s licking more ferociously soaking my right pit up real good, and it feels fucking fantastic. I push his head down into my pit and hear him moan, “mmmmm mmmmmm”, the twink is getting off on my smell. Fuck, he’s so much like me, but I don’t tell him that.

He begins kissing and licking his way to my nipple, gently biting down on it when I began to grab my dick in my left hand and begin a gentle wank, feeling the blood fill my shaft to extend to its full 7”+. The way this young man is working over my tit is making me crazy. When he gently brushes his tongue at the very tip off eraser head nipple I let out a coo, it’s fantastic. “That feels so good” I tell him.

He keeps his tongue on my nipple and glances over to look at me, and then he watches me stroke. I tell him “keep going. Don’t stop”. I had no idea I could be this demanding, as I’m 99.99% of the time following orders. He turns his attention back to my nipple, and gave my nip a gentle suck that works it’s way to a full on bite. His teeth grinding on it causes me to cry out, “ohhh fuck yes”, and I’m stroking harder now.

With bite marks, a darkened, and swollen tit, the twink looks at me and smiles. The John Thomas/Vicman video is more than half-way through by now. Twink (we did not exchange names), gets up steps over my legs and sits next to me on the other side now.

He pushed my arm up over my head, he’s now really into this, and begins to kiss the bicep of my left arm.I quickly re-gripped my oozing cock with my right hand now as I didn’t want to miss a stroke, and I feel that warm wet breath and tongue mopping up my pit. He’s breathing heavier, moaning, making out with my pit! I’m not complaining, it feels glorious.

He moves his way down to my left nipple now. That first pass of his tongue swiping over it is like an electric current running through me. Once his teeth and tongue latch on, I’m on fire. I begin to really jerk off in earnest, watching John Thomas take that huge dick up the ass so hard and deep the way he likes it. This twink is giving me some first rate tit work and it was becoming too much. When the camera panned on John Thomas’s face and to see that expression of extreme glory, and the combination of what the twink was doing to me, I could t hold back at all. I began to scream, “ohhh man, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking shoot!” The boy turns his head towards my cock and as cum flies out, it lands on his cheek, chin, my chest, my stomach, my hand. Huge globs of hot cream landing everywhere.

The twink gets up, with my cum still on his face, pulls down his jeans and begins to jerk off over my torso, in less than a minute, his ejaculate flies out of him and onto me, like a lawn sprinkler, jets of jizz landing all over me, adding to my already cum-covered chest.

I began to wipe my jizz off his face with my fingers and place them in my mouth. He leans in for a kiss and we snowball my load. With so much more cum to play with. We each take turns introducing our combined loads from my chest and stomach into our mouths for the next twenty minutes or so, sharing the “mess” we’d made. Two bottoms sharing the ultimate gift of cum with each other.

After we’d realized we’d eaten all the cum, he rose up from the sofa, and I asked him if wanted to wash his face because I could still see my drying load on him. He politely said no. And I would have made the same choice. Walking around with drying cum on your face is a true badge of honor and a signal to other men that you’re available for more. So we said our good-byes and off he went.

As for me, I did not take a shower before bed. I was so turned on by what had just happened with the twink that I went off to bed and fired off another load this time watching John Thomas get railed by Koldo Goran. When John is on his side, leg lifted, Koldo fucking his nut directly inside him (no pull out, my favorite!), I lose it. Another load of my own cum splattered all over me. I run my hands through it, rubbing it into my skin, eating some of it. Fuck…so hot!

I fell asleep like that and when I woke up in the morning, I could see all that dried up splooge all over me. I didn’t realize some had reached all the way down my thighs! When I looked in the mirror, I had some dried cum on the outsides of my lips. Must’ve been from when he were snowballing?

Anyway, it was a fun time with the twink, but I know it’ll be time for lock-up tomorrow, and I’ve got one more day to find some fun! 

I was the one that stepped up and got on my knees when he pulled that monster out of his shorts.

Why wouldn’t the other guys not want some of this?

Why wasn’t I fighting for a chance to just lick the skin covering his balls?

Why was I the only one looking up at this cock and the man in possession of the perfection that was in contact with my tongue as I dragged my way up it one taste bud at a time?

I turned to look back at the other guys for a moment and saw a number of tented singlets about ten feet away as they watched on.

As I slipped my mouth over the head of Coach Kent’s hot cock I wanted to believe that they weren’t ready for a man’s dick. That his size intimated them. I opened my mouth wider as I pushed my way down his shaft. They were too scared to try and wanted to stick with the smaller dicks that their classmates and jerk off pals possessed.

Even as that thought crossed my mind, I knew it wasn’t fair to some of them. Ron was loyal to his boyfriend. Trevor was still a virgin. Three of the guys didn’t know if they were bi or straight or gay, and this wasn’t how they would want to sort it out. The guys who thought they were straight were confused by the boner they now had.

I bunched my hands into the bright red of Coach’s underwear as I breathed through my nose for a moment before I pushed further and trapped the head of his cock in my throat. I closed my eyes while I swallowed repeatedly and held my breath for as long as I could.

The coach moaned out loud when I first started, and three seconds before I came up for air, he shouted the word fuck clearly into the locker room. My heart jumped with my cock, and I knew I wasn’t the only one.

I beamed at what I considered praise and kept most of his cock in my mouth as I caught my breath and sucked his shaft. I heard the rest of the team as they breathed heavily into the room but still, I was left alone with Coach Kent.

They weren’t being made to stay and watch, but they couldn’t pull themselves away. They wouldn’t do something like this so publicly. They couldn’t be watched by a crowd and not feel overwhelmed.

I pulled my lips over the red, spongy head and licked my way back down to his balls. I sucked and rotated them around inside my mouth as I mentally told them to make as much cum as they could because I was ready to have them shot down my throat, and I was hungry. I moved back up and prepared to swallow him again when I felt his thighs spasm under my fists.

“Holy Fuck!” Coach shouted as I tried to suck harder before I slotted him into my throat once again. Right away I felt his hand trying to grab onto my short hair. He tried to fuck my face, but I wouldn’t allow it and stayed glued to his cock as I continued to milk him as he flexed his hips back and forth as I held fast.

“Slutty Fucking Boy!” Coach Kent shouted as he came down my throat. Each heated glob hit the back of my throat, but I had to pull myself free after I felt the fifth volley in order to breathe, but Coach wasn’t finished yet. I kept my lips around his cock as it continued to pulse, and I got to taste his cum.

I came close to cumming myself as I felt all their eyes on me. I felt their desire. Their envy. Their complete attention.

I sucked and licked at the head and shaft until I felt his whole body shiver from the contact of my tongue. I moved back to sit on my heels as I looked up at Coach Kent.  From what I saw on his face, I knew I was going to be kept very busy from now on.

Bunny had webcammed with Daddy several times before Daddy finally invited Bunny to his home. That night, Bunny couldn’t hide his swollen dick, semi-hard ever since Daddy had invited him. As Bunny stepped through the threshold, he felt Daddy’s muscular hand brush over his cock and balls, slide over his hip and squeeze his ass cheek. All in a casual moment’s time, without a word. Bunny’s body was already trembling as he stepped into the living room. It was very leathery. Large paintings filled the walls. Paintings of cocks.

Bunny nosily swallowed. He didn’t know if he should already be on his knees. He inhaled deeply. He could smell Daddy’s heat rising from his thickening shaft; from his large balls. His knees felt weaker.

Daddy sat himself in a sturdy envelope of black leather. He beckoned to Bunny and ran his hand along his knee, ending with a sharp slap. “Come here, Bunny.”

Before Bunny could think, Daddy pulled him down across his lap and spread his legs. His rough caresses traced Bunny’s dickshaft and then squeezed the tip very hard. “What’s this, Bunny? Is this for me?”

Bunny couldn’t help himself. He giggled; shyly nodding. “Yes, Daddy.”

Daddy’s hands were large. One easily cupped and gripped Bunny’s entire package; the little finger pressing his taint.; thumb on his head. Daddy squeezed everything tighter.

“Oh,” Bunny cried out.

Suddenly, Bunny wanted Daddy to rip off everything he wore; right down to his skin. And fuck it. “Fuck me, Daddy,” Bunny wanted to say, tried to say. Couldn’t say. Bunny felt Daddy’s larger body all over his own body like another skin. Daddy engulfed him; nipples grating on each other. Rigid cocks between their hard bellies; tips burning purple; glossy precum dribbling as lube.

Daddy growled. “I’m going to put it in your mouth, Bunny.”

“I want it in my mouth,” Bunny said softly, stripping off everything he wore. He sank easily to his hands and knees; his crawl cried and begged. “Put it in my mouth. Daddy.”

By the time, Bunny was brushing against Daddy’s inner thighs, Daddy’s cock looked enormous. Bunny rubbed it along his face before kissing the head wetly. His tongue stretched out for a brief taste of the head; dipping into the hole where the precum was deepest. His fingers delicately slid down Daddy’s cockshaft and circled his taut ballsack. “I want your cum, Daddy,” he whispered. His tongue licked at Daddy’s balls. “I want all of it.”

He suddenly felt Daddy’s strong fingers pulling his hair; turning his head.

“In your mouth,” Daddy told him.

“Put it in my mouth,” Bunny rasped. “Daddy!”

Holding his cock in one hand and Bunny’s head in the other, Daddy played cat and mouse; teasing Bunny’s tongue and lips with quick tastes of his cockhead and balls, then denying.

Bunny’s body was already shaking. He’d never felt such wanting; hunger. Hunger for Daddy’s cock. Of pleasuring Daddy’s beautiful cock. “Please,” he heard himself beg. “Put it in my mouth.”

“Not yet, Bunny,” Daddy said gently. Instead Daddy began smearing his constant precum across Bunny’s closed lips. He pointed a finger at Bunny’s left eye. “No licking, Bunny. Just wear it for now.”

Bunny mumbled; inaudible.

“What did you say, Bunny?”

“I…I wish it was your cum, Daddy.”

“Oh, you still have to earn that precious fluid, Bunny. But it’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“So much, Daddy,” Bunny said, sliding down to the carpet and wrapping herself around his legs. Her fingers stretched upward to brush over the front of Daddy’s pants. “Oh. So much Daddy.” Bunny sighed. “Fuck I love this,” he said quietly, tracing the outline of Daddy’s hardening cock. He leaned closer for a wet kiss through the cloth. “I want to see it, Daddy. Please? Can I see your cock, daddy?”

“Say it again, Bunny.”

Bunny toyed a finger down Daddy’s thick shaft. “May I please see your beautiful hard as rock cock, Daddy? May I? Look! The head is already poking out of your pants, Daddy. It’s so big.” Bunny licked his forefinger then swirled it around Daddy’s cockhead. “I want it, Daddy,” he cooed.

Daddy suddenly slid his hand up and down Bunny’s dick, his thumb expertly creamed off the precum. He brushed them over Bunny’s lips. “Taste your want, Bunny,” Daddy told him. “Is this how much you want Daddy’s cum?”

“Daddy,” Bunny’s low voice was sobbing, “I need it. Give me your cum, Daddy. And take mine.” Bunny’s body spasmed as he felt Daddy’s strong sliding grip of his dick. He thought he was going to cum. He’d never been with a man like Daddy; edging, milking, owning. “Oh, Daddy,” Bunny murmured. His body writhed in a spasm. “Please. Make me cum, Daddy.”

“Not yet, Bunny.”

Daddy straddled Bunny’s torso. His thighs roughly mauled Bunny’s nipples; his cocktip just within tongue reach.

“Do you want this, Bunny?”

“Yes, Daddy. Oh, god, please.”

Daddy continued teasing Bunny’s closed lips with his moist cockknob. “What will you do with it, Bunny?”

“Anything you want, Daddy,” Bunny said with a high whispered giggle.

Bunny lifted his face, Nosily kissed the head and slid his fingers along the shaft. “Put it in my mouth, Daddy.” He made a large gaping “O” of his mouth. “Put it in, Daddy. Let me show you.”

“Just the head,” Daddy said with a short thrust of his hips.

Bunny felt Daddy’s cockhead pushing his lips apart and got a shiver down his spine. His tongue licked at the shaft as the knobby head touched the back of his throat. He half-gagged, half-coughed and swallowed. He felt Daddy’s cock throb hard against the top of his mouth. Bunny had never felt anything like it. He sucked and licked Daddy’s cockhead like a man starving for cock. He was.

Daddy grabbed at Bunny’s hair. “I said, ‘just the head’, didn’t I?” he teased, then began thrusting deeper, faster, and harder into Bunny’s mouth. “You like Daddy’s fucking your mouth? Are you Daddy’s little cocksucker, Bunny?”

Bunny tried to form words with his mouth full of thrusting cock. “I am, Daddy. I’m your cumdump. Your whore and slut. I’m your cock slave, Daddy.”

I had a job as a host at Denny’s restaurant for a while.  I also did the landscaping for several of the Denny’s in the area. I was hiring landscapers. I ran an ad in the newspaper and was doing the interviewing at my house.  About six people responded.  I had them wait in my recreation room, and I interviewed one at a time in my home office.

I told the applicants to relax and help themselves to the bar while they waited.  I hired two guys, and the last guy was left to interview. All the others had gone.

I was sitting at my bar with Jack, the last applicant. “We can just talk here if that’s ok.” I told him and then said, “Tell me about yourself.”  Jack tells me that he had gotten drunk and had a wreck when fighting with his ex-wife.  He got put in jail a short time but, he had experienced as a gardener.  He had worked for a prominent wealthy family, and I knew the estate even though I had never been on it.  I called them, and they gave him an excellent recommendation. So, I hired him. We continued to talk, and he was a hot man! 

I am going to describe him as best as possible.  Jack’s best feature was not exactly his fit, muscular body. It was his presence. He was highly manly acting.  His voice was deep and powerful. Jack carried himself with an aggressive posture. It’s hard to describe, but he was butch. Straight and 30 years old.  He was divorced and had no kids.His hair was black, straight, and long. He had sexy Italian eyes and features. Jack is handsome, has a strong character also knows how to be affectionate and irresistibly charming, I found out later.  He had a hairy chest and washboard stomach. I was having a hard time not looking at him.

Then I saw it. the accident. A gay magazine was in plain sight behind the bar.  I was hoping Jack had not seen it. Like clockwork, I hear Jack say, “Are you Gay? I never met a gay guy before.  You don’t look gay.”  I chuckled. I have heard that so many times before, I say to Jack, “Yes, I am gay but don’t freak out. I will not try anything.” Jack said, “Ok, cool.” it seemed to be alright, and we continued to talk and drink.

“Let me see that magazine,” Jack says out of the blue.  I was surprised a little but figured he was just curious because he had not seen one before.  He looks slowly through the magazine. Jack would look over at me every so often as he flipped through the pages.  

Jack continued to make small talk, and I noticed he was starting to get a bit more relaxed. He began talking about how horny he was, that he hadn’t had sex since his wife split.  He started describing missing getting a blow job and how it felt when he was getting blown.  Jack looked at me with an almost indescribable sexy get-it-to look.  

It was not very long until I noticed a huge bulge in his pants.  I just sat there and stared at it.  He caught me watching and just reached in his pants and pulled out one of the largest uncut cocks I have ever seen.  It was at least 12 inches and looked like a flashlight sticking up.  White with lots of foreskin uncut. He told me to put my hand on it, and I did.  It was thick, and the skin was warm and silky feeling.  The hood of this cock would slide back and forth over the head, and there was juice dripping out of the tip.  Pre-come oozed out into the folds of his foreskin.

We played with each other‘s cocks for a while, and it was a really hot feeling, his huge meet pulsing in my hand. I looked over at Jack, and I could tell by how he was touching my cock that this was the first time he had ever felt another man’s dick. 

Jack was sitting on my right.  He leaned over and took his left arm and placed his hand at the base of my neck, grabbing my hair and pulling me over onto his cock.  I didn’t try to resist much at all.  His hand maneuvered my head right onto his cock tip. I took it into my mouth and tasted the wetness.  It had a salty-sweet taste.  I began to lick it with my tongue.  I could hear him moaning as I licked and swallowed down his dick, twisting my head, bobbing up and down on his huge cock. pre-cum flowed into my mouth. It waa great, and I couldn’t get enough.  

He was very responsive while sucking his cock. His body would flex and tense while he made sounds of pleasure. He stood up and took me by the arm, and started walking me down the hall to my bedroom.  When we got to the door of my bedroom, he stopped and pulled me close to him.  I could feel the heat from his body as he said, “I like ass, and when I saw that magazine, I got turned on.” His hand felt my ass as he growled at me.

He pulled his shirt slowly over his washboard abdomen. He has a sexy thin line of black hair running down the middle of his rippled stomach. I watched as he slowly pulled it over his chest, his massive bulging arms stretching up over his head. The shirt clung a bit to his enormous chest, and I see his nipples through his hair as he pulls the shirt up over his head. It was The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen! 

Jack led me to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and removed his boots.  His hand went to his waist, and he was acting sexy as he undid his pants.  His pants fell around his ankles.  His huge, blood-engorged cock was an incredible sight. 

It was like he was chiseled out of marble. He had all the muscles and sexy lines rippling all over him.  I  just stood and looked at him.  I don’t know if my mouth was open or not. I am sure my facial expression showed too much. I heard him chuckling.  I think I have never wanted another man as much as I wanted him.

Next, in a very Sexy, commanding voice, Jack orders me to get on my knees in front of him.  I did, and right away, he was standing with his crotch near my face. I could smell his meat. He grabs my head and pushes my face against his bulging crotch.  Jack slapped his juicy dick all over my face. Pulling my head back by my hair Jack said. I enjoy seeing my thick cock in between those pretty lips of yours. I went down on him right then, swallowing that big huge sausage twisting my head side to side as I bobbed up and down. I can feel his cock swell even larger. I taste his juice as he gets more and more excited. He’s moaning, and I reach up and touch those ripped muscles tense under my hands. Jack says, yeah, this is fantastic suck that cock down. He pumped me hard, and I could feel his huge dick rammed in hard as he moaned. He shot cum in me so much it was running out of my mouth. The cream was all over my chest and Mouth. 

“That’s it, babe. Take in deep, yes oh yes.” He exclaimed. I feel his rough hand thrust in my butt crack. I winced as Jacks’s sweat-covered fingers entered my hole.  I could feel his dick throb with excitement as he fingered my ass. he was going to fuck me.”Fuck boy, your little pussy is great.” He said as he pulled my hair, pulling my head back off his cock. He wiped the cum off my face and put it on his cock.

Jack tossed me onto the bed.  I was putty in his hands.  He lay me on my stomach with my arm behind my back as he held my wrist together. I could tell the way he was handling me; he loved to control and restrain me.  He ran his tongue around the back of my neck, around my ears, along the side of my face.  

He pushed open my legs so that My hole was visible and ready for him.  He rubbed his huge cock between my legs, his pre-cum wetting me on my dick, my balls, and between my legs.  He took his cock in his right hand and ran the swollen tip of it around and over my rosebud hole.

I felt the pressure of his cocks bulbous head press against my hole. Jack then slides his cock inside me. At first, there was little pain.  Then, as the head reached my sphincter, the pain became very intense.  I must have cried out because he withdrew it back a little.  He whispered in my ear soft shushing noises, saying, relax, baby. He was caressing and gentle with me until I relaxed again.

He spits on my hole and puts his finger in me. He was good with his fingers. He could tell I was responding. Jack says, you like that, don’t you? I said. Yes, stud, it’s your hole to do as you wish. He slapped my ass then slid his finger inside me. Yes, babe, I can tell you want my cock in you. Open up. Jack said. His sexy deep voice full of lust was seductive. 

Again his big cock pushed inward.  This time the pain was less intense.  He used a steady hip action, moving forward, then withdrawing. Soon, I felt good as his swollen, throbbing cock began to slide into me.  His pre-cum was all the lube needed, his flow being bountiful.  I could hardly breathe, with his massive body on me and the excitement of the act, the size of him, and the not so uncomfortable fullness of him inside me.

Jack let me relax for a few seconds, and then he began his steady rhythm of entering and withdrawing.  We both became lost in the pleasure, the sensation.  I don’t know how long he fucked me. All I know is that it seemed like an eternity of bliss. 

As Jacks’s cock is pumping me and he said.  Yes, that’s a good boy.  I was moaning and yelling a bit. Jack said, Scream all you want. I am going to tear your pussy up! I moan. I feel his cock hard deep inside of me.  I think I’m being split in half, taking this guy’s meat.  Over and over, I have his pounding cock inside of me.  As he is pumping me, sweat is pouring all over my body. 

I felt his whole body tense up.  He moaned.  I felt the pressure of his thick cum release as his load rushed out into me.  I moan again as I feel him shoot another load of squirting hot cum. It is all over my butt and in my ass. I could feel the leak of his cum coming out around his still swollen cock still planted in me. Cum ran down the cheeks of my ass and on the sheets.

He fell on top of me.  The weight of him and the heat of both our bodies succumbing to the aftermath of his lust and pleasure of it all.  We lay like that for several minutes. Jack was running his hand over my back, up to my sides, and cupping my smooth firm, buttocks.  He began to pull his cock and withdraw it from my hole. The full brunt of his load rushed out of me. 

He lay over to my side, still not speaking.  We lay like that for several more minutes. 

Jack then grabbed me up to pull me very close to him, and as he was behind me, he slid his cock inside my ass, hugging me and His his cock inside me as we slept until morning.

I woke up in the morning; Jack was standing, naked next to me. The early morning sunlight sent glistening rays of light across his rippled body and beautiful cock. I saw his nice fleshy dick with the veins running form its base. His nice formed good sized dick hanging in the air. His balls where hanging low and also had some nice fur on them. grabbed my hair and directed me back to his dick. “Suck it, fag.”

Without delay, I moistened my lips and wrapped it around the head.Then before I realized what I was doing, I took his big dick in my mouth deeply. “Shit.” He pulled closer. “Your mouth feels good. So warm and wet.”

I took the dick out and used my tongue to play around the head. Then I rapidly sucked up and down.

Once he was into it, he wasn’t gentle about it things. He had his hand on the back of my head as he repeatedly rammed his monster dick into my mouth and halfway down my throat. I kept gagging and choking and had tears running down my face and could barely breathe, but he didn’t care. He just kept ramming his thick dick into my mouth until finally, he held my head with his dick jammed down my throat.  

Deeper.” Jack groaned. He added the other hand to push my head on him deep.

His dick slid in as much as my mouth could accommodate. it hit the back of my throat, I gagged.”Yeah. Choke on that big dick, cocksucker.” Jack said to me. With both hands, he held the side of my head and fucked my throat. “That’s what I’m talking about. I’m gonna wreck that throat of yours.” Letting him do what he wanted, I held on to his muscular thighs and stayed suckling his Italian meat.

He showed no mercy as the throat-fucking sped up. Even when I gagged, he stopped but only until I recovered and then he resumed. I felt his shaft start pulsating, and I knew that he was going to cum in my mouth. With a muffled groan. He released all of his seed into my mouth. After I swallowed, he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth.

Jack was turned on, and he said. I am going fuck you.  I wanted to have him fuck me. “It’s been a while since I’ve been fucked by a dick as big as yours. You’re going to have to loosen me up first.” I told him.  He put me on my back and I held my legs back and open for him. First, he fingered me. One then two fingers, then three.  

As I loosened, I wanted more. “Another finger, sir.” I begged him.He added another and turned the fingers as if screwing it in.The fingers slipped deeper inside. When he reached my prostate, I whimpered. “Oh my god. Right there.” “This one?” He said as he rubbed the sensitive spot inside me. “Yes.” I closed my eyes, curled my toes and held on tightly “Fuck me” I said.

Next, I feel my hole stretched as his cock forces in me. Pumping me slowly at first. His thrusting got steadily faster and longer, to the point that on each stroke, he was nearly pulling his dick out of my hole before plunging it back in. my anus and colon started feeling swollen and numb. However, I still felt that monstrous snake forcing its way deep into my guts with every deep and powerful thrust.

“You want me to be your pussy tonight?” I asked in a sexy voice. “Oh god, yes.” Jack yelled as He pushed his hips and buried half of his dick in. “You’re tighter than my exwife’s pussy. You need to be fucked regularly to loosen you up.” “You can fuck me anytime you want.” I said.I remember seeing his sexy big manly body with his muscles and hairy chest fucking me. I ran my fingers threw his lush chest hair. I was so hot feeling him as he beast fucked my hole.

The tone of his moans and groans steadily increased. Then suddenly, he pulled out of me and plunged so mightily back into me that it shook me fiercely, and he held his dick deep inside me as it started contracting. His forceful thrusts pounded into me as he started to empty his load. “I can feel each shot.” I could feel it as his dick lurched inside of me, injecting shot after powerful shot of hot Italian cum into me deep inside.

Again He plowed my ass as those big burly guys can do. He was awesome. I could feel his big cock pumping inside me. After he shot a load all over my ass, Jack turned me around then hugged me. Then he forces me down to my knees and shoves his cock into my mouth. Jack says you’re going to blow me now and suck another load of cum out of my cock. He pumps his dick in my mouth and blows a load down my throat. I reminded Jack by telling him  “I was serious about what I said earlier. You can fuck me anytime you want.”

He did work for me and did an excellent job. He came to my house a few more times for sex.   Jack would say, “have come over to keep your pussy stretched for my use.”

The other guys in the house love watching the undergrad greeter as he did his job. Some of their guests came over just to see him, but they didn’t think they had to tell him that.

When they enter the frat house they see him kneeling there, naked and waiting for a cock to enter his mouth. Everyone sees his dick as it bounces a little as the guest walks towards him. After only being on the ‘job’ for a week, he started to get hard whenever he heard the doorbell ring.

Everyone watches as their guest rubs his cock through his jeans as he walks closer to the undergrad. He looks down into his face as he starts to unbuckle and unzip himself. His plaid boxers are seen, but they are pushed down with his pants before he reaches for his cock again to give it a few tugs.

The greeter sways forward, licking his lips as he watches the meat in front of him grow and harden as the hand continues to move up and down its surface. They then step forward, and his lips are sucking on the head before they have time to remove their hand. He moves further down the shaft, and the owner moans above him.

With the taste of pre-cum on his tongue, he moves forward to get even more cock into his mouth. But he’s stopped as this guest holds his hair and pulls him back until he hits the wall. He is kept there as the guest holds the head of his cock just inside his lips.

He puckers up to suck, kiss, and lick what he’s given access to. His guest moans and shakes as his grip relaxes. The undergrad’s cock leaks when his hair is pulled harder. His head is pressed back against the wall, as the trembling cock is pushed into his mouth. Beyond his teeth and along his tongue. Touching the roof of the student’s throat as it goes further back still.

The guest steps closer until his feet are on either side of the greeter’s hips. The visitor’s hands are pressed to the wall as he pulls his hips back, giving the kneeling boy a chance to suck in some air. He then pushes back in as he starts to fuck the undergrad’s face. The boy holds on to the visitor’s ankles and moves up his legs the faster he gets.

The feel of the boy’s breath rushing past the sensitive skin on the head of his cock has him gushing his load down the grad’s throat almost sooner than he would have liked. The boy sucks and licks him clean, even as he tries to pull away to keep from going off again in a more undignified manner. He shudders as he feels the boy’s tongue licking the inside of his foreskin.

The visitor looks down at the boy. He’s naked, sweaty, and sitting in a small puddle of his cum as he looks back with a slightly dazed appearance. The guest, who is now steadier on his feet, pulls up his pants and boxers and fastens them close before turning toward the other boys that came to watch the show.

“Patrick Still?” he asks the small crowd of young men.

“Sorry Professor, he’s not back yet,” One of them says. “Do you want to come back again in another hour?” he asks him. The older man turns to look back at the boy who seemed to have recovered.

“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “Twice in one afternoon is enough,” he says more to himself. “Tell him to come see me at my office, if he shows up before seven tonight,” he informs the other student.

“Yes Professor,” the kid says as he now looks past him to the undergrad who had started to rub his cock in public. It was against house rules. The guest leaves without looking back at the greeter.

“Timothy!” the boy that was talking to the professor shouts.

“Yeah?” another boy calls down from the second floor.

“Bring the vibrator!” he tells him before he walks towards the undergrad who was still jacking off. He smiled as he saw his hand move faster.