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This is a continuation of Parts Three and Four

I actually needed some down time. I knew if I spent the day with Daddy Mike, I’d be sexually spent, fast, and I wanted to enjoy hooking up with him again. He seemed to read my mind when I told him I’d touch base with him later.

“Go rest up, Firehose,” he winked as he pulled on some logo shorts. “I’ll try not to get into too much trouble.” I wasn’t sure if the Chicago Bears organization was paying him to market their stuff, I chuckled to myself. But damn he looked hot in the attire, a real-deal, burly Midwestern dude.

When I got back to the room, Jordan was just getting up and we hung out for the rest of the day. It was a couple of hours before I had the nerve to confess to him what I’d been up to.

“You fucking did what?” Jordan was the least judgmental person I knew, but he was definitely surprised.

“I made a porn video,” I repeated with an embarrassed laugh. “A couple of them actually.”

Jordan shook his head and seemed to be reading my face. “I don’t know whether to believe you,” he said.

I grinned and pulled out my phone. It took me three seconds to pull up the BearsFanMike video at the part where my hard cock entered the frame.

Jordan watched, wide eyed, a few seconds then handed my phone back to me. “Wow, that’s you all right,” he said. Though there was no sexual tension between us now, we had that history from a few years back.

“I did one this morning that’s, um, more revealing. But it’s not up yet.”

“Steve fucking McConnell,” Jordan tutted. “Last man I’d expect.” He seemed to read my discomfort so gave me a playful nudge with his arm. “But good for you man, letting loose.”

“I need my head examined,” I said. “But the weird thing is… I found it all a turn on. Maybe I have more of an exhibitionist streak than I thought.”

“You doing more?” my friend asked.

I nodded sheepishly. “Later, tonight. I’m looking forward to it, actually.”

Jordan laughed. “Well, you can buy me lunch since you’re rolling in the big dough now.”

I paused. “You know… I should probably read the release thing I signed. I don’t think I get any money from this.”

Jordan just smirked.

* * * *

It was almost romantic. Or maybe Daddy Mike had a way of kissing that made you feel like the center of things. We made out slowly, softly on his hotel bed and it was easy to forget the extra lights and the multiple cameras pointed at us. We hadn’t stripped, but we both were tenting our shorts as we kissed and felt each other up.

I knew it wouldn’t be just us two. Another guy was coming to join the scene. I didn’t know which one, but it was one of the guys from the oral orgy. Fine by me.

Finally, there was a knock, and I watched Mike’s burly body bound out of bed. God, he was so fuckable, it was crazy. Thick, brawny muscle rippled down his back and finally led to big round Dady ass. I went ahead and slipped off my shorts, unable to resist letting my hard cock free.

“Hey,” Daddy Mike greeted the guy in a soft growl and a kiss.

The guy walked in and I recognized him immediately. It was the blond jock type from New York.

“Hey,” he said to me as he stepped in, before taking off his baseball cap and T-shirt. One daddy-chasing bro to another. “I thought it might be you.”

“Yeah, can’t keep away,” I said as I leaned back in the bed and stroked my tool. This was gonna be fun.

“Tell me about it,” Blond Jock grinned and stepped up to Mike. With wide hands he gripped the meaty shoulders and gently massaged him. “We gonna work this daddy over or what?” the younger dude purred.

I thought Mike might object, but instead he leaned back into Blond Jock’s embrace. “Fuck yeah, fellas,” he said. “Want you to really go to town.”

Jock dude kissed along Mike’s neck hungrily as his hands caressed the man’s furry, beefy front. Daddy Mike was now throwing hard, real hard in his shorts, and I swear I saw goosebumps break out. His eyes shut momentarily then opened and looked right at me.

He gestured for me to join. “Come on Firehose. Daddy needs both of his boys.”

“Fuck yeah,” I hissed, scooting out of bed. I was someone self conscious for my hard on, but seeing the cameras on it gave me an added thrill. The logical part of me knew I shouldn’t be doing these videos, but the sexual side of me wanted to take this opportunity.

“Fuck bro, you’re hung all right,” Blond Jock grinned as he looked over Mike’s shoulder.

“You’re pretty big, too, if I remember,” I said.

“Daddy likes his boys big,” Mike smirked as he started undoing his shorts and letting them fall to the floor. He had that kiss-me look on his face. Who was I to resist? I leaned in and met him for a deep tongue-heavy kiss, more directly sexual than our kisses earlier.

As I made out with the man, Blond Jock stepped back. “That’s some prime daddy beef,” he said, running his hands along Mike’s muscular back side. “Hot rack of fuck meat.”

He wasted no time in crouching down and getting into position to rim the man.

I stepped aside a little to watch. Maybe I was a voyeur in addition to an exhibitionist, but it was hot to watch this other young stud go to town on Mike’s furry, muscle ass. Mike’s lip curled into a look of bliss, his mustache shifting in the process. He seemed like a man who was a slave to his sex drive and that made it all hotter to watch.

With a leer he reached forward and grabbed my hard prick, almost using it as a handle to pull me closer.

“Getting ready to fuck Daddy?” he growled.

“Fuck yes,” I hissed in response, reaching over to guide Blond Jock’s head into Daddy Mike’s ass crack. That seemed to egg the dude on more and he went wilder munching that hole. I watched with excitement, turning my attention from Mike’s face to the assessing display.

Finally, Blond Guy leaned back, using his hands to pry those meaty buns apart to stare at the spit-wet crack and hole. He looked up at me. “Want a taste, bro?” he asked as he dipped his thumb into the crack to tease and prod Mike’s pucker. “That’s some hot fucking daddy hole.”

“Yeah,” I replied. My dick was rock hard and part of me wanted to just go ahead and fuck this dream stud. But I couldn’t turn down any opportunity to eat Mike out.

Mike stepped up and got onto the bed. “Let’s make this more comfortable fellas,” he said as he got onto all fours, facing away from us. He’d barely spread his legs before I was able to get in behind him.

“Aw fuck yeah, son…. Eat me out.”

I licked with some exploratory licks then prodded deeper. I pulled out, wanting that view of the wet hole, now dilating. It’s funny, I had completely forgotten about the cameras, but now I looked over and saw them pointed as us. At me. That gave me a thrill and I dove in, deeper this time, going wild on Daddy Mike’s tender hole. I wanted to worship this perfect ass and for the camera to capture a rim job Mike deserved.

“Firehose is a sex fiend all right!” Mike growled, gripping the sheets, spreading his legs wider and hiking that ass right back into my munching mouth. “Go for it, man.”

I didn’t pay too much attention to anything other than Daddy Mike’s meaty ass cheeks, the spit-wet crevice, and that hot, clean, open hole. But I soon heard muffled sounds that suggested Mike had his mouth stuffed full of young cock. And Blond Guy’s voice.

“Keep at it, bro. You’re making Daddy suck a mean cock.” The was a cockiness to his voice, maybe it was put on, but it turned me on still.

I figured Mike didn’t need any more foreplay. I leaned up and quickly sought out one of the pumps of lubes lying around. As I slicked up my cock, I took a good view of the 40-something beefy man, his back a perfect curve of muscle, his ass hiked up and presented for me, his head bobbing up and down furiously on Blond Jock’s dick.

The other top was fixated as he watched the expert blow job. He looked up just as I was getting into the saddle.

“I love daddy sluts, man. Look at this fucker go to town…” Then he nodded down at my erection, which had already nudged a good inch into Mike’s hot hole. “Can’t believe he’d gonna take one as fat as yours, bro.”

I ran my hands along Mike’s strong lats and down to his waist again. I was pushing in faster. “He can take it, bro,” I said, grooving off the vibe Blond Guy was setting up. And like that I powered my hips forward and pushed all my hard meat right up into Mike’s guts.

“Holy FUCK!” Jock guy said. “Double wide coming in!”

I felt my pubes press against Daddy Mike’s round ass cheeks. Everything about what I was feeling felt amazing. It was a real live ass, a man’s ass, gripping and massaging my cock, but there was also something magical about the feeling of Mike’s insides, like I was feeling the best sex toy ever invented on my bone.

I looked up into Blond Guy’s eyes again. “This feels fucking incredible,” I announced then pulled out to plow into Mike. Not fast or hard, but with firm steady strokes. It worked for me and I could tell by Mike’s moans he was into it, too.

“Dad’s a fucking slut, bro,” the jock said. “Show him how much he needs his sons fucking him.”

Goddamn, Jock guy was on the same wavelength as me, in the incest role play. And he was good at it, diving head first into the perversion. I decided to match him.

“Just wait till you get your turn, bro,” I hissed. “Dad’s ass is so fucking tight and hot.”

“Fuuck, duude,” the guy said in response, his own hips now pumping his rigid cock in and out of Daddy Mike’s throat as he held on to the man’s thick neck like reins.

Mike grunted and did his best to take cock from two ends. He was a master at bottoming but maybe this was testing his boundaries. I watched Blond Guy face fuck with quickening speed then unceremoniously pull out of Mike’s spit-wet mouth with a quick plop.

“Fuck, Daddy…. I almost nutted right down your goddamn throat,” he grunted as he slowly worked the mucusy spit up and down his pole and stepped back to watch me fuck.

The guy’s eyes on me only added to my exhibitionist impulse. I looked over at the cameras and fed off the scene. Holding on to Mike’s hips I started pummeling that magnificent ass. In and out, deeper and harder. This wasn’t me normally. I wasn’t a power top, not like this. But I was enjoying playing one now, and BearsFanMike was inspiring me to do my best.

“Fuck yeah, son!” The man growled, now using his upper body strength to rock his whole meaty body back against my pile-driving dick. “Tear my ass up with that firehose dick!”

The intensity of the fuck and hearing Mike’s booming voice egg me on like that got me dangerously close to cumming. I barely pulled out in time and my blond jock buddy looked on admiration as my erection surged and spritzed out a clear spray of precut.

“Shit, bro,” he said.

I looked up at my fellow top. “Hard not to nut in that daddy ass,” I said, chest heaving as I tried to keep my sexual excitement simmering without boiling over to orgasm. I didn’t dare touch my prick.

Mike looked back and realizing what was up, knelt up. He was clearly in sex fog, too, as he stepped up to Blond Guy and met him in a deep sexual kiss. My new buddy seemed thrilled. I watched them make out as I tried to get my excitement under control.

Finally, Daddy Mike’s hands traveled down Blond Jock’s smooth body to cup his erection. “Why don’t you let daddy sit on this amazing cock?” he hissed. “Make my boy feel good…”

“Fuck yes,” the guy responded and wasted no time lying down.

Mike was a pro all right. I admired the sure confidence as he straddled the 20-something’s waist and reached back to guide that dick into his now open and wet ass. He sat down without as much as an oomph. Like that dick belonged up in him. I guess it did.

“Yeah, I love the big boys all right,” Mike growled as he began his up and down movement with his hips – an obscene action that had both me and Blond Guy turned on. “Get that cock up in Daddy’s hole.”

I scooted forward and met Mike in a kiss as he bounced up and down on Blond Guy’s lap. I was loving this threesome connection and the special energy it had. So when I broke the kiss I lay down next to Blond Guy and nudged my face toward his.

“Feel good, bro?” I asked.

He grinned and nodded excitedly. “Fuck yeah, bro. Fucking Dad’s ass.” This was role play and a real bond between us. Our lips met and we kissed softly. Blond Guy purred into my mouth as he felt the short circuit between our kiss and the sensations in his cock. As we made out I could feel his excitement grow and pretty soon the telltale signs of a guy nearing his nut.

Mike sensed it and rose off. “Not yet, son….” he teased and as Blond Guy and I broke the kiss we saw Daddy Mike’s burly body shift over to my side. “I think your little brother is feeling left out.”

“Fuck,” I sighed as I saw then felt Mike descend onto my prick.

“Fuck him,” my new “brother” urged. “Fuck Dad, bro.”

Turned on like mad, I held on to Mike’s bulging hairy thighs and leveraged them to power up into Mike’s hot body.

The man rolled his eyes back in his head at the rapid intrusion then practically yelled. “FUCK YEAH! That’s what I’m talking about. Firehose wrecking my hole!”

“Do it, bro,” my buddy urged, licking and kissing my ear between glances at the connection point between my dick and Mike’s hairy ass. “Fuck the shit out of Dad.”

I went for it. Wild, crazy deep strokes. Mike felt them, hard. But he held on and rode out that pleasure/pain ridge, definitely on the pleasure side. “Damn, son…” he hissed. “Get up in there.”

We went at this for a solid minute before Mike placed his hand on my chest, silently urging me to give him a break. I did, instantly slowing my hips to a very slow gradual pump. This was great too, feeling each wet ridge of his insides.

Mike winked, his sweaty forehead making him look even sexier somehow. He leaned down and we met in a hot kiss. Heavy, tongues battling softly. My hands traveled along his lats and back, feeling every ounce of middle-aged man on top of me. I’d die happy like this, I decided.

Just when I thought I couldn’t get any better, I felt something wet against the base of my cock, the part not buried up this hot man.

Daddy Mike figured out what was going on before I did. Hell, maybe he and Blond Guy planned it. All I knew then was that he pulled back from my kiss and looked back over his shoulder. “Get up in there, son. Join your brother.”

Then I felt it. Blond Guy was boring his way inside Mike, too. It was my first DP experience, and the surprise of it made it even more mind blowing. I guess I’d seen double penetration scenes in porn but the idea that a man in real life could take two cocks was incredible.

I felt Blond Guys’ prick press in beside mine. It was rigid and fleshy at the same time as it wedged into the tightness of Mike’s rectum.

Daddy Mike’s face got a wince then a grimace than a fuck-yeah smile. “Got two hung boys to take care of,” he smiled lewdly.

It was true. I had a big dick, and Blond Guy has some real length on him. That length was now thrusting against my stationary tool. Everything felt amazing: Mike’s tightness, Blond Guy’s now quickening dick, and the thrill of such a wild act. I reached up and ran my hands over every inch of Mike’s furry chest I could get ahold of.

“That’s it, boys, fuck your Daddy good,” Mike hissed in a deeper growl. God, his voice was so sexy.

Blond Guy thought so too. He gave Mike’s rump a slap and started fucking harder. “Goddamn, you’re such a fucking slut, Dad.”

“Damm straight!” Mike said. It had to be intense for him, taking us at the same time. And Blond Guy wasn’t going easy. But Mike poised himself on his extended arms above me as the other top fucked away.

I pushed up into him as well, gently, maximizing the slick tight friction, even if my slower shallower pace meant the other cock was still working back and forth against mine.

“You’re loving this, Firehose,” Mike said with a knowing grin as he watched my face.

I nodded. “Fuck yes, Daddy,” I said, the D word now starting to trip my wires.

Turns out the other guy would get there first. That dick was almost punching against mine then I felt the hot spurts against my prick and a low “Fuck yes” from behind Mike.

“Attaboy!” Mike urged, “Shoot that fucking load.”

I heard another slap then I could feel the retreating hardon pop out from its wedged position against mine.

Mike wasted no time. He leaned up, showing off his magnificent hairy beefiness and starting a deliberate up and down motion. Full-length ass strokes working my hard cock, over and over, faster and faster. I thought it was for my benefit, and it was. But I watched him reached down and tug his once-more erect prick. It took a few strokes and I felt his semen spray out. All over me. It was warm and thrilling, and the spasming rectum made me gave up my own load.

“FucK!” I grunted and felt my own dick pulse inside the now retightened bowels of my dream fuck.

Mike grinned back. “Firehose is filling me up!” He patted my sperm-covered chest like he was congratulating me after a good play in football. Then he swooped down and met me in a deep kiss.

We rode out the aftershocks of our orgasms that way. And when Mike leaned up again, I could feel the inevitable retreat of my spent prick from his well-fucked ass. He gave me another wink the second it cleared.

“Shit, it’s like a fucking river,” Blond Guy said from his vantage where he held a camera to capture the exit of my dick from Mike’s dripping hole. He took another minute to film the aftermath and the continued oozing out of combined cum, then he set the camera down and rejoined us.

We embraced in various combinations, making out and enjoying the soft postcoital bonding. Even when Daddy Mike finally got up to shower off, Blond Guy and I enjoyed the closeness.

“Your first time?” my “bro” said to me.

“The other day was,” I admitted.

“Well, you did great, man,” he said. “I thought maybe you had some experience, but Mike said you were a newbie.”

“Thanks,” I said. “You do this much?”

He nodded. “Oh yeah. I’m JockBoyJason on OnlyFans. Mike’s my favorite partner for sure.”

“I can see why,” I said. I paused then added, “I was surprised how much the brother thing turned me on.”

Jock Guy smiled. “Wasn’t sure. But you seemed to respond, so I ran with it.

“I’m Steve,” I introduced.

“Jason. That’s my real name,” he said. He nudged his arm against mine and then we rolled toward one another.

“I always wanted an older brother,” I smirked.

“You’re just a year older, bro,” he chuckled and then our mouths met again for a soft kiss.

As we broke, I noticed once again the cameras. On us, still taping us. “God, this is fucking crazy,” I laughed.

* * * *

“Bitch,” Jordan said as I got ready to board. He wasn’t actually pissed, but somehow I alone had gotten upgraded on our flight back.

I gave him a wink and wheeled my carry-on bag through the crowd that had gathered around the gate. I took a scan of the crowd and there were a lot of guys clearly coming from Daddy Fest. Older and younger, looking a little hungover and a lot tired. I’d be napping on the flight back, for sure, and was already looked forward to my plush business class seat.

There was a real hot guy a few people ahead of me boarding the plane. About 5’11”, hunky DILF bod in his black polo shirt and khaki shorts, and I was pleasantly surprised to see him sitting in the window seat next to mine.

“Hey,” I greeted as I stowed my carryon bag and slid into the seat.

“Hi there,” he replied, his blue eyes definitely friendly as I got settled in. Up close he was a looker all right. Nice chest, nice shoulders, nice everything. Maybe it was a weird thing to notice, but the man had incredible forearms, thick and meaty with a coating of blond-and-silver fur on them. He was the rare guy who would be both Jordan’s and my type.

I was tempted to strike up a conversation with him, but I figured he probably wanted a business class seat to have some quiet and relaxation. As he ordered a gin-and-tonic, I pulled out my book and started reading.

Pretty quickly, not even fifteen minutes into the flight, the weekend caught up with me. I shut my book and closed my eyes.

I don’t know how long I napped, but I saw DILF guy smirking as I roused up.

“I wasn’t snoring or anything was I?” I joked, sitting up in my seat.

He shook his head. “Nope. Looks like someone had some fun this weekend,” he said. Damn those blue eyes were something I could get lost in.

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

“Daddy Fest?” he asked, and I knew from the way he’d asked he’d been in Palm Springs for the same reason.

I nodded. “I’m definitely going next year. It was a blast.”

The man smiled. “It’s a party all right.”

“You have fun?” I asked. I kept my voice soft since the cabin was pretty quiet.

The corner of his lip curled up. “Honestly… wish I’d had more.” I must have given an inquisitive look, because he continued, “Seems like there were a lot of twinks looking for a sugar daddy. I mean, to each his own, but I’m not looking for that.”

“Yeah, I could imagine,” I replied. I hadn’t thought of what daddies had to go through, since I knew the dating and hookup headaches from the other side.

The guy continued, with a well-timed pause. “And, well, the ones who aren’t gold diggers just want Daddy to be their top, you know?”

God those words sent a shiver of excitement through my body. If Daddy Mike hadn’t drained my nuts dry I probably would have been getting hard, too. “I have the reverse problem,” I said.

That made DILF hunk smile. “Yeah…?”

I nodded. “Nine times out of ten when I meet a hot guy he assumes he’s taking top bunk.”

The man seemed sympathetic. “I guess it usually does go that way. But, well…” he lowered his voice, “when I was your age, I went for 20-something tops… Now that I’m 46 I still go for 20-something tops.”

I laughed then had a serious thought. Something about this guys made me feel I could open up. “I sometimes wonder what it’ll be like when I’m older. Like, it’s hard for me imagining not ever going for daddies. But you never know.”

He relaxed back into his seat. “Well, no need to rush things. Enjoy your youth.”

“I am,” I said with maybe too much flirtation.

The man chuckled but didn’t take the bait. I worried I was being too forward. At least he continued talking to me.

“I’m Eric,” the man introduced himself.

“Steve,” I said.

We talked the whole the plane ride back. The conversation just flowed naturally. Turns out Eric was a private pilot in New Jersey. He told me some of the anecdotes from his job, but mostly seemed interested in my work. I tried to give him the most interesting parts of what I did. We talked about books – Eric was an avid reader – and our hobbies.

I thought maybe he was just a good talker, but as we began our descent into O’Hare, he had a more serious, almost shy look on his face. “Maybe I’m out of line, Steve, but any interest in going for a date sometime? I’m in DC pretty regularly.”

A nagging part of me wondered if it made sense to pursue anything long-distance. But what the hell, no need to put the cart before the horse. I had an incredibly hot man wanting a date. And more than that I knew I wanted to spend more time with him.

“I’d like that,” I said with a smile. We exchanged phone numbers.

We deplaned and kind of paused in the terminal before going to our separate connecting flights. “Can’t wait for our date,” he grinned.

“Me either,” I replied. Damn, I was feeling giddy.

We gave a quick hug, more of a friend hug even though there was clear sexual attraction between us. Before he let go, Eric said in a soft growl in my ear. “And maybe after dinner, I can ride that legendary Firehose cock.” As he pulled back he gave me a wink.

“Yeah,” I said back to him with a laugh. “Maybe.” Being flirty.

Then he walked off.

“Who was that?” Jordan asked as he joined me. He’d been back in seat 25.

“My next boyfriend,” I said with a relaxed confidence I’d never felt.

My name is Liam and I am 34 years old. I, who had always managed to kill relationships, had been leading a happy, harmonious relationship with my friend Elias for no less than five years now.

And we still manage to maintain the erotic tension and to heat each other up and make each other glow.

A Friday at 5 p.m. A mutual friend would have the big party of her birthday with us today. A few selected, but exquisite guests are invited. She didn’t like celebrations that were too sprawling. The start should be punctually at 7 p.m. I will send the confirmation of the time to Elias via email.

When I get home, I take off my shoes first. I like to walk around the apartment barefoot. I want to prepare the odeuvres.

In between, I want to get rid of my too formal clothes and put on casual wear. Only in boxer shorts do I rush back to the kitchen when my old-fashioned kettle starts whistling. A cup of Earl Gray is one of my daily rituals.

The tea is still on the table when the door is unlocked. Elias is at home. Irresistible.

“Where are you, darling?” calls he.

“In the kitchen, my dear!” I call back. He comes in, pauses and seems slightly astonished, then grins suggestively.

After all, I still only wear one textile piece. His eyes glitter lustfully and his pupils dilate as he licks his lips.

Without saying much, he raids me, presses his lips to mine, and then intertwines his tongue with mine.

He presses himself close to me and we rub our lower bodies against each other so that each of us feels the hard excitement of the other. I love how he tenderly caresses my oral cavity. I purr.

His hands slide down my bare back and take my bum in a headlock. I am pinched by him. And what a pinch.

He stops kissing and taking my breath away for now. He pulls my underpants down and off. My boner jumps towards him, whooping and already licking, panting, so to speak.

He lets his index finger slide into my mouth, which I suck and lick, oblivious to myself. Moistened in this way, he pushes it up my butt. Keep kneading my seat meat.

He takes my mouth again at high frequency with his limba. He massages my prostate and I moan into Elias’ mouth. I have the safe feeling that I am about to fall, but he holds me mercilessly, which I very much appreciate.

He doesn’t speak all the time. The lust has darkened his gaze. The heat flows in waves through my body and my cock twitches, pulsates, knocks unbridled.

Before I know what’s going on, he lifts me with his strong arms onto the worktop, with my gluteus maximus and the delta that splits it, into the middle of the odeuvres. Hummus, rice and grape leaves will soon be mushy and decorate me.

Elias massages my thighs, firmly grasping my cockstand that I gasp. My desire grows exponentially and makes my brain seething.

I spread my legs and pull him towards me. He gently pushes my tingling, searing upper body onto that very snow-cold worktop.

He bends his knees and his heavenly wet lips and his virile tongue take my glans licking and sucking on.

He sipped my precum loudly. He knows how wild this tone makes me. I push forward to paradise, rapt and he takes me in almost completely. At the same time he plays with my plump eggs, which scream for release from this sweet torment and yet do not want it.

His head moves up and down at a rapid pace. I’ll be ticking off soon. I groan with a deep moan and let my surge of salty liquid unleash into his body like sea spray. Blissfully raptured, he is losing himself at the moment.

His throbbing hardness now calls for catharsis. My legs come to rest on his shoulders. Thanks to his pleasure drops and spit, his dick is nice and slippery.

With a single powerful thrust he enters my wonderland through my sphincter. A more than welcome conqueror.

I sigh ecstatically and let myself fall completely into these uplifting sensations. I am his entree, his main menu and his dessert at the same time. Very appetizing and tasty. We are both always for each other.

I seem to be floating. It’s good that I’m lying down. Now even his strength would no longer protect me from buckling.

Fierce and passionate, with an increasing intensity, he thrusts into me faster and faster. Our breathing rate is on a high level. And we moan as well as scream.

The muscles inside my ass grips the hand of this love bone and takes its juice as it sucks out its marrow. He marks me with pressure as he injects into me.

His scream is choked and my breath is choppy. In quick succession we climax.

“You are delicious as always!” Elias whispers into my ear, kisses it softly when, to my regret, he decouples himself from my glowing, steaming body.

My breath only gradually becomes calmer. He takes a quick shower. I slide off the countertop and love the way Elias’ hot sauce slowly runs down onto my balls and thighs.

I feared it. The odeuvres are ruined. And various individual parts are stuck to my back, which includes my arse. Here had to be cleaned first. So I gather the packaged cheese platter from the fridge.

Off to Elias in the shower for another snack, I smile in anticipation.

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Footnote: limba is Romanian for “tongue”, but it isn’t possible with my keyboard to mark it with the correct accent. La revedere until the next time. Thank you, who take their time to read my stories! I appreciate that very much!

Thus, while Ivan pushed and strained to void his bowels into the overstuffed jumpsuits, and Howes and Ratherson squirmed uncomfortably in their own soil, Rodriguez was the first inmate ushered into the next element of my processing system for hardened, violent criminals. Once inside, his hands were uncuffed and resecured in front of him and he was directed to a small shower stall under the watchful eyes of two of my operatives.

Rodriguez’ first act was to try and remove the ball gag but my people are nothing but thorough and he soon discovered the tiny padlock that kept it securely fastened in place. The operative assigned to the Texan made a show of tapping his watch and Rodriguez got the message and waddled into the shower stall and started, awkwardly, to strip off the orange jumpsuit. The garment was beyond salvage and he stepped, gingerly, out of it and pulled down his loaded, and no longer even remotely white, briefs. He then stepped under the faucet and allowed the hot water to wash away the worst excesses of his recent struggles. The operative approached the naked man with a bottle of shampoo and Rodriguez put out his hands to collect the sweet-smelling liquid soap and began to lather up thoroughly; the hiss of the water and the clink of his cuffs the only sound in the cabin for a few minutes as he tried his best to clean his most intimate areas.

The burly inmate only became aware that something was awry when, as he rubbed himself, he came up with a handful of his own body hair; expertly removed by the shampoo. His eyes widened and he cried out in disgusted shock as he realised that everywhere that the lotion had touched was now completely naked of his thick pelt and he looked questioningly at the operatives as they turned off the faucet and approached the brute with towels. He had no choice but to submit and soon he was dried off and standing, hands covering his hairless penis, as the operatives moved, efficiently, to their next assigned task.

All of my team carry one of my patented pens with them at all times. They’re light, easy to administer, and can fell a rhino in seconds. Rodriguez barely noticed when the operative gave him the shot but immediately slumped to his knees and then further crashed to the floor of the cabin.

As is protocol, the operatives worked quickly; dressing the convict’s smooth frame in his next allocated uniform. As the shiny pink latex was stretched into place by one of the team, the sizeable dildo was gently worked into the unconscious hunk’s unresisting anus by the other. The penultimate item, the stimulation ring that went around the root of Rodriguez’ penis and balls, was attached and then the big Texan was ready for storage for the remainder of the flight. He was dragged through to another section of the plane where he was unceremoniously hauled up and strapped in position in one of our bespoke ‘docking stations’. Each of these stations was designed with a dual function in mind; the inescapable storage of an inmate and the further, amplified, humiliation of any convict who could not otherwise be managed through the traditional, pain/punishment routes.

When Rodriguez slowly came too, he soon discovered that he was strapped, upright, into an alcove and that movement was impossible. He was pinioned to the wall at the chest, waist, shoulders, wrists, thighs, and ankles. He remained gagged and had a nasal cannula strapped to his head and positioned within his nostrils.

He also became horribly aware that he had been dressed, for want of a better word, as follows; on his top half, he sported a bright pink, skin-tight latex, crop top that hugged his pectorals and left his midriff exposed. His lower half was also clad in the pink latex however only minimally. He wore only a pair of very tight pink latex shorts that hugged his thighs and butt but that presented his dick in all of its naked glory through a hole in the front of the garment. These shorts were firmly locked around his waist by an incorporated thick, rubber belt.

He could identify all of the above due to the large mirror placed directly in front of the alcove and designed to ensure that no convict could forget their predicament. The expression on his face made it clear he was aware of the invading dildo as well.

He shouted furiously against the hated gag and bucked helplessly against the thick straps that held him immobile, but to no avail. Rodriguez eyed the operatives murderously and then looked away and began huffing and groaning as he strained to eject the dildo. His face reddened and he started to sweat afresh as his predicament became increasingly clear to him. The latex underwear was sufficient tight and yet sufficiently yielding that he could, with a herculean effort, push out the offending plug to a degree. However, the dildo was explicitly chosen to be too long to fully expel in this way and, when the inevitable struggle abated, the offending object would simply, through the tautness of the latex, push its way back in; restuffing the helpless man’s bowel.

The Texan tried this a couple of times, screaming as he toiled, before slumping in his bonds; his breathing ragged. To add to his humiliation the mirrors were placed at such an angle that he could see the dreadful item as he pushed it out, tenting obscenely the rear of the shorts, and then had to watch, helplessly, as it slowly reinvaded him.

Murderous intent turned to frank begging as he entreated the operatives to release him but the lead operative on his case instead decided that the time was correct and pressed two buttons on a small remote. The first had an immediate effect on the Texan as the ring around the root of his dick began its work and he felt arousing sensations start to course through his manhood. Within seconds he was fully erect with no way of concealing his predicament. The control ring is another of our in-house designs and is specifically programmed to provide maximum stimulation with absolutely no chance of actual ejaculation in the wearer. Sensors identify and dial back the stimulation whenever scrotal contraction, that presages orgasm, is identified. The wearer does, however, in our experience, create an enormous volume of pre-cum.

He was oblivious to the effect of the second button and would remain thus. The second button began the imperceptible, and clinically measured, release of amyl nitrite through the nasal cannula. Barely noticeable, the effect of the poppers would quietly make itself felt over the next half an hour and the hapless prisoner would ultimately find himself helplessly, and unstoppably, fucking himself with the dildo in a desperate bid for release and stimulation – all the while watching, in the mirror, his degradation in the shiny pink rubber apparel.

My studies have shown that by this point in the programme there is little to be gained by maintaining the prisoners in simulated isolation. In fact, I have noted that the shared realisation of their predicament, and the desire to not humiliate themselves in front of one another, make the ultimate loss of control and associated debasement, in the face of overwhelming sexual stimulus, that much more impactful.

Even the most hardened inmate, well versed in the giving and taking of pain, cannot shrug off the knowledge that he actively buttfucked himself and groaned for release in front of other men (albeit in the same predicament). For this reason, my programme only accepts group intake – it is a much more effective use of the four hours from runway to runway and ensures compliance for the next steps upon arrival at one of my facilities. As I may have mentioned, I have a 100% success rate in rehabilitation and strict adherence to the programme ensures this.

Thus, Howes was the next inmate to be dragged, heavily, into the cabin and secured into a docking station. Rodriguez’s eyes widened as he realised that his compatriot was undergoing the same experience as himself.

Ratherson was the next in and had been secured just as Howes awoke in horror; taking in the shiny, rubber vision that the mirror in front of him presented and realising that he had been penetrated while he slept.

Ivan was the last to be brought into the cabin and, as operatives secured him in place, Ratherson awoke in shock. By this point, Rodriguez was dripping pre-cum and, as discreetly as he could, trying to gain relief from the phallus invading him; pushing the dildo as far as it would go into his latex pants, but trying not to groan his efforts or moan in frustration as it inexorably re-entered his weakening sphincter.

Howes was by now massively erect for all the room to witness. He watched in fascinated horror as the Texan tried again to excrete the plug; all the while aware of his own need to void his own intruder.

Time passed and when Ivan finally awoke it was to a room full of sound. Straining grunts of effort, mixed with moans of longing, were counterpointed by groans of defeat. Ivan came to his senses and took in his own, appalling, predicament and then noticed the other men in the cabin in various stages of abandonment.

Ratherson’s face was a grimace of effort as he tried to push the dildo out and sweat ran freely down the man’s face as he huffed and puffed against the cursed latex; his dick pulsing and bobbing violently as he bore down.

Ivan turned his gaze to Howes just as the blonde man lost the battle. The one-eyed inmate watched as the huge bulge in the back of Howes’ shiny pink pants slowly started to re-enter the helpless thug and Howes made a low noise somewhere between distress and the overtures of a rutting bull; his thick dick jerking spasmodically.

Rodriguez, however, was the inmate who gave Ivan the most gruesome portent of what he was about to endure. All semblance of shame or control was lost to the burly Texan; his dick spraying pre-cum wildly as he bucked and thrashed in his bonds. The dildo in his pants was truly fucking him and the Texan’s face was screwed up in carnal abandonment as he pushed the plug out and it retreated back in, instantaneously, again and again; pumping his arsehole furiously.

Ivan looked away from the man systematically fucking himself and, my operatives noted, a tear ran from his single eye.

As always, my team run a tight ship and had achieved target, with the prisoners in place, for the remaining two hours of the flight to my facility.

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The summer ended the way it began.  Almost.  Instead of a tattoo shop, it was the piercing shop and Louis was back in the chair, naked.   Pedro kept licking his lips as he prepped Louis’ cock for the ring that was soon to adorn it.   “More and more straight guys are getting their dicks pierced.   It used to be a mostly gay guys thing.  This is going to look really good with a nice thick ring in it” Pedro said.

Louis chuckled “You should know if I hang around Ryan that I’m not straight. I go both ways, though, so this is going to see some pussy too, not just ass.”

Pedro’s expression told me he was surprised at Louis’ frankness. To be honest, so was I. Long gone was the shy Louis who didn’t want to talk about sex. After a long pause, Pedro replied “Ah, cool. Ryan has brought me a bunch of customers that were straight. He knows the types I like, so I think it’s mostly to just taunt me with some forbidden fruit. I did get to play with one guy, so it hasn’t been a total loss.”

“I’m surprised, Pedro. Most straight guys will just close their eyes and enjoy a talented tongue and lips on their cocks if persuaded well enough. You need to try harder” I said. Everyone got silent as soon as he pulled out the needle from the package and Louis was about to get poked again. Louis let out a gasp and moments later I saw he had his eyes shut tightly. “Let me know when it’s over” he said.

Both Pedro and I chuckled and I told him “It’s done, stupid. By the time you finished gasping, the needle was through. Open your eyes.”

Louis looked down and saw the ring now threaded through the head of his cock. “Wow, that was a lot easier than I thought it would be” he said, still marvelling at his now pierced cock.

“I’m sure Ryan has told you how to care for it while it heals. It will be a lot easier than your nipples. Now, let’s get that ear done and you can go home and relax. No sex until it’s healed, remember” Pedro said. Upper ear piercings are always painful to have done and to watch. I really didn’t want to be near him but I had to do it for Louis. I’m sure he was thinking that the PA was going to be the more painful of the two, but watching the industrial get done made me shiver. It reminded me of the stud I had done on my left ear and I knew this would be twice as bad. Louis already had the adrenaline pumping through his body from the cock piercing and now it really was flowing with the next two holes. Once it was done, Pedro left Louis laying there on the chair for a few minutes to recover.

We had driven down in Louis’ car and I drove us back to his place. I left him on his couch with the care instructions. He had all he needed – antibacterial soap and epsom salt and the rest of the weekend to let his body heal and adapt to the latest alterations. I checked on him a few times over the next week and things were going well. The next weekend I got a call from him “How do I jack off without hurting it?” he asked. I figured I would get this question sooner or later. Just like I’d told Mike a month or so earlier, I said “easy, gentle. Don’t use full strokes and don’t keep banging on the piercing. Try some different grips until you find what works for you.” We kept talking and I could tell he was following my instructions and stroking his cock while we talked. I felt like a phone sex worker that happened to know my client.

I’d checked in on Mike to make sure he was doing ok and other than getting a little irritable from the lack of sex, he was fine. I’d fucked him a few more times and found out that most of his fuckbuddies were bottoms. I could understand, since once you took a look at him he just oozed “top stud.” I knew of guys that would take it as a challenge to get him to bottom, but from the comments that he made, he shut them down right away. “You’re different” he told me. “You helped me out, without expecting anything more than a handjob. I mean, we fucked but it wasn’t like when some of these guys try to fuck me. They treat me like I’m a prize – get in my ass, fuck n go. With you, it’s like we have a connection and are enjoying making each other orgasm. And fuck, cuddling with you afterwards is fucking amazing.”

I knew what he meant and I felt the same. It was more than a hookup but we also weren’t falling in love. We were now friends that love to fuck. I was content to keep fucking him, but I knew he wanted to fuck me too. When he asked about Louis and I told him that Louis was now in the same boat he was about a month earlier. “Oh? That’s fuckin’ cool. I bet his dick looks good. I hope his girlfriend didn’t freak out” Mike said.

I chuckled and replied “He broke up with her last spring. That’s why the ink is fresh and his body has a few new accessories.” I wondered if he was fishing to see if I’d spill the beans on his sexuality.

“Fuck. Most of the cute ones are straight, ya know?” Mike asked.

I didn’t really want to out Louis but he had made a few comments about Mike and if Mike was interested too, I didn’t see any harm. “He’s… uh… been experimenting some since the breakup, if you know what I mean” I said, feeling a little guilty almost instantly.

“Really? Have you… uh…” Mike replied.

I laughed since he’d never been that shy about talking about sex after that first meeting in his apartment. I filled in the blank for him since he hadn’t finished his sentence. “Yeah, I have. I was the first, in fact” I replied.

“And the only?” he asked.

“Not hardly. It’s not like he’s been a slut or anything. It’s just been a few guys that I know of and he’s become a good fuckbuddy. He still has been with some women, but I think he’s found he likes both. Totally different experiences, right?” I responded. Mike and I kept talking and before too long I’d sent a message off to Louis.

Saturday, I met Louis at the train station and he seemed really nervous. “Relax, it’ll be fun” I said as we walked over to Mike’s apartment.

“Yeah, but I can’t fuck yet so I feel like a…” he replied and seemed lost for the right word.

After almost a minute of him not finishing his sentence I said “Bottom?”

He stopped and turned to me, saying quietly “No… I feel emasculated. He’s a gorgeous stud and I can barely jack off.”

“Don’t go there, Louis. If anyone is going to understand it’s Mike and I. We’ve both been through the healing process and know how you have to deprive yourself for a little bit. You’re close to being able to fuck again and once that happens you’ll enjoy it more than you ever have” I replied in a soft, stern voice. We walked the rest of the way to Mike’s place and were soon at his door. Louis was shaking and even more nervous.

“Come on in, guys. Welcome to my place. Louis, it’s good to see you again. I heard you went for it and didn’t have the doubts I did” Mike said, wrapping his muscled arm around Louis’ shoulder and giving it a squeeze as we walked into the living room. With that simple gesture, I watched Louis relax and become his normal self.

“Oh, I had a few but once in the chair I just did it. The PA was the easy one, too. The ear was ten times worse” he said and chuckled.

Mike looked at Louis and spotted the new bar in his ear. “Mmmm, looks good. I’ve been thinking about what’s next. I just want to get the Prince a little bigger and then… maybe more ink or more metal” he said.

Mike grabbed a few beers from the kitchen and we sat down, me in a chair and Mike and Louis on the sofa. Mike picked up a small bong and lighter and said “Anyone want a quick hit to get in the mood?”

Louis replied almost instantly “Fuck yeah.” I let out a chuckle from his eagerness and said “Sounds good.” We passed it around until it was dead and all of us seemed to be enjoying it. Mike set it down and turned to Louis. “I saw one of the two piercings, now I want to see the other” Mike said with a grin on his face. We all took the cue and were naked quickly. “Over two weeks?” Mike asked while staring at Louis.

“Mmhmm” Louis replied. With that, Mike leaned over and engulfed Louis’ semi-hard cock with his mouth. Louis fell back on to the couch and Mike followed him, never letting go of the cock in his mouth. “Oh fuck!” Louis yelled out and from the tone I could tell it wasn’t one of pain. I took advantage of Louis’ open mouth and pushed my cock into it. I could hear the slurping sounds from Mike devouring Louis’ neglected dick while Louis sucked my cock in and played with the thick ring with his tongue. I let him lick and suck me like this a few minutes but after the second time my PA hit his teeth, I knew I had to get him into a better position.

I tapped Mike on the shoulder and once he looked at me I motioned that I was going to pull Louis over the end of the couch. It was a low armrest and when I had Louis’ head hanging off the edge I wondered if Mike had made sure the sofa was good for positions like this when he bought it. That position had Louis’ right foot flat on the floor, his left on the back of the sofa, Mike was back deepthroating Louis’ cock and me slowly face fucking his open mouth and throat. I felt Louis’ moans around my cock as he took my cock down into his throat, aided by me slowly rocking my hips.

The sounds filling the room were one’s of animalistic male lust. Growls, groans, moans and slurps as Mike and Louis sucked energetically. After several minutes Mike made his move, pushing Louis’ legs up and back letting me grasp his ankles. His tongue was just as active around his hole as it was sucking on Louis’ cock. Louis seemed to appreciate it since I could feel him moan around my cock. After I let Mike get into a rhythm eating Louis out, I resumed fucking Louis’ mouth. I was zoned out, enjoying Louis’ mouth, tongue and throat pleasuring my cock, when I felt a pair of hands touch mine.

Mike was now kneeling and taking control of Louis’ legs to line his cock up with the slick entrance. I wasn’t sure how aware Louis was of what was about to happen, but while he was a lot less experienced than either Mike or I, he had to know what Mike’s next move was. The loud moan around my cock told me he was feeling the tip of Mike’s cock and the steel ring on or in his hole. Looking up, I saw a huge grin on Mike’s face and his eyes closed. His hips weren’t moving quickly or deeply, but I could still feel him push Louis’ body towards me and my cock sliding into Louis’ throat. I stopped my own movements and just let Mike take the driver’s seat.

He’d speed up and then slow down and from the occasional grimace I could tell that he would feel the piercing twist or pull the wrong way sometimes. I’d been there, but long ago and now I could fuck without worry and just enjoy the tugging on my dick from a good ass. “Maiden voyage?” I asked quietly and Mike just responded with “mmhmm” from a bigger grin. He kept going and once Louis was lubed with spit and precum, Mike plowed harder. I enjoyed Louis’ mouth bobbing on my shaft without having to work for it. When I would sense Mike getting ready to thrust in harder, I’d start to fuck Louis’ mouth and drive my own pierced cock into Louis’ throat.

It didn’t seem that long ago when all Louis could get was a couple inches of dick in his mouth before he would start to gag and here he was feeling my pubes smash against his lips and cock ram down his throat. As good as it felt, I wanted his ass wrapped around my shaft more than his throat. I leaned forward and pulled Mike’s mouth to mine, kissing him as he kept pounding. A minute later I flicked my thumb over his left nip, twisting the little barbell in it and garnering a loud groan into our kiss. I knew from our previous encounters that Mike’s nips were wired straight to his cock and a few more flicks and he would be emptying his balls.

I was a little more mischevious than that, though. My other hand found his left pec and pinched his other nip. With both getting worked over, it was seconds before he bolted upright, hammered Louis’ hole a couple more seconds and then yelled out “FUCK!” I watched his taut body flex and squirm as the orgasm took over. Louis moaned around my cock as he felt Mike pump a huge load of juice into his ass. When the last throbs of Mike’s cock died down, he slowly pulled out and I did the same from Louis’ mouth. As he climbed off the couch he looked at me and snarled “Fucker.” If it wasn’t for the grin that followed, I would have been worried. Instead, I took his place on the couch and slid into Louis’ very sloppy hole.

There’s something about sinking my cock into a freshly bred hole that sends shivers through my body. This wasn’t like fucking some cumdump at the baths that had spend the afternoon collecting loads from countless strangers. The stud that had just bred Louis was standing in front of me, feeding his cum coated cock to Louis’ eager mouth. Early on, I had found out that Louis liked the taste of cum and liked to swallow it too and this time was no different. He was lapping at Mike’s cock and balls, licking every bit of cum he could find off of it. The same cum that my cock was getting coated in as I plowed into Louis’ hole. My hands guided Louis’ legs to my shoulders and I leaned forward a bit while I drove my cock in and out. The cum that Mike had dumped in was getting churned and there was a ring of froth around the base of my cock.

I fucked harder than Mike had, but the sensations of the ring tugging on my cock were no different. I might have been more used to them and the size of the ring larger and considerably thicker than his, but it still felt great. With the extended blow job from Louis and now fucking his cummy hole, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Mike stood back and let me and Louis fuck. When my balls started to tighten up I began to growl. Both Mike and Louis had their eyes locked on mine, which were darting back and forth between them. Thrusting in, my hips ground on Louis’ butt before I pulled back and thrust in again and felt my cock start to throb.

Ropes of my cum mixed with Mike’s jizz and spit until I had nothing left. Louis was grinning back at me and Mike had a smirk on his face. I chuckled, remembering my eye doctor visit the previous week. “Is ring one better or two?” I asked.

“I’m not sure. Can you try again?” Louis asked before breaking out in laughter. I knew both Mike and I needed a short break before going again, but I knew I wanted another shot and I was pretty sure Mike did too. I slipped out of Louis’ hole and fell back to the sofa, panting. Louis lowered his legs and looked at me and then Mike. We all chilled a bit, smoked a bit and talked a bit until my cock started to stir again.

Looking over at Louis, I said “stand up.” He looked at me curiously and then stood as I asked. I gently turned his legs and had him facing me. He looked really hot standing there, slightly sweaty and with a new trail of cum running down his leg. His cock had a little hardness to it and looked good with the black titanium ring hanging off the end. He had ignored my suggestion and had gotten a segmented ring so it looked pretty permanent, but I knew he’d be stretching it up to a bigger size as soon as he could.

Moving closer, I flicked my tongue over the ring and then wrapped my lips around the end of his shaft. My lips and tongue played with his newly enhanced cock and before too long I was bobbing on his hardening dick. The mixture of his scent, sweat and cum that was wafting off his body was intoxicating. It made me want to get closer to it and that meant burying his cock into my throat. My nose was planted in the midst of his pubes and I could feel the ring in my throat. His shaft was getting thicker by the second and its a feeling I love – making a guy get hard without using my hands. I steadied myself by gripping the back of his thighs when I sensed Mike coming closer.

Louis bent over slightly, pulling his cock away from my hungry mouth which quickly followed it. I felt Mike’s muscled legs against the back of my hands and I knew he was pressed against Louis’ back. My head kept bobbing on Louis’ cock while I tried to keep track of Mike’s actions. When I felt his cock start to push into my throat, I knew that Mike was now starting to hump Louis. Whether his cock was in or outside, I didn’t really know. The groan from Louis a few minutes later told me that Mike had made his way inside. It wasn’t much longer and all I had to do was stay in place and let Louis’ cock fuck my throat.

Mike was plowing his ass good and I could clearly hear the sloppy hole get penetrated. The firm thrusts kept driving Louis’ dick deep into my mouth and while I knew my throat would be sore in the morning, there was no way I was going to stop. Mike’s stamina made sure he kept going a long time too. Groans and grunts added to the aural mix. I pulled off Louis’ cock and tried to suck on his balls but it was a moving target and I realized I was better off lapping at them. Turning over, I was able to get my tongue licking between his balls and hole, getting the occasional contact with Mike’s cock.

Even with my hands on Louis’ hips, I couldn’t stay in that position for long. Crawling back in front of Louis, I saw Mike pull him upright and start to hammer his ass. All I could do was watch at this point. Mike’s arms were wrapped around Louis’ chest and abs as Mike’s hips pounded Louis’ firm ass. Moans were coming out of Louis and Mike’s growl got louder until he began to shoot. His hips gave two more hard thrusts and then he left himself planted inside. Louis laid his head back on Mike’s shoulder while precum was dribbling out of his cock. I didn’t dare touch Louis’ cock or he would probably shoot instantly and I wanted to feel him shoot when I was fucking him next.

“Damn, you’re an animal” Louis finally said with a chuckle.

“I fuck harder when I have a hot stud in front of me and right now I got two” Mike replied. He waited a little longer before slowly pulling his spent cock out of Louis. Both of them looked at me on my knees with my rock hard cock pointing at them.

“Come on down here and show me that hot ass” I told Louis. He looked at me suspiciously at first, then grinned and knelt down on the floor in front of me. His ass looked really hot with cum and sweat matting down the fur. I stared a moment and then reached out my hand, rubbing each butt cheek before my fingers began to probe his cum soaked hole. It looked so fucking delicious, I couldn’t resist getting a taste. My beard was mashed between his cheeks and my tongue went wild. It was surprising how easy I was able to get my tongue inside and damn it tasted even better than I thought.

I was so busy rimming Louis I didn’t even notice Mike kneeling down and feeding Louis’ mouth. It wasn’t until several minutes later that I came up for air and saw him there. I went back down, feeling cum drip off my beard on to his ass. My tongue explored and poked, revelling in the mix of tastes. Occasionally, I’d feel Louis’ ass back hard into my face and I wasn’t sure if it was Mike forcing his body back or Louis wanting me to dig deeper. Licking up from his hole, I traced up his back until my rigid cock was wrestling with Louis’.

There wasn’t a need to even think about lube at this point. Louis’ hole was filled with three loads of cum and plenty of spit. My cock slipped inside with just enough resistance to feel amazing. One long slow push had my hips pressed against his ass while Mike was slowly fucking his mouth. We had a lot of fun alternating our pace and it seemed Louis liked it too based on his grunts and moans. At one point, I looked up at Mike and motioned for him to hold Louis still and when he was, I hammered his ass for a couple minutes before planting my cock in him all the way. I stood there a moment and Mike did the same with his mouth.

Mike and I traded back and forth like that a few times before going back to spitroasting Louis simultaneously. His hole felt so good with my cock churning up the mix of cum inside him. Another ten minutes was all I could take before my balls wouldn’t wait any longer. My hips thrust in one more time and I stayed there, buried to the base. Pulse after pulse, my cum shot out and painted the walls of Louis’ chute, joining what cum was left from our other fucks. I tried to leave as much seed inside as I could, but I watched as it dribbled down his balls on to the floor, joining a puddle already there. 

Louis, Mike and I sat there on the floor for a while, sipping on the now warm beer and chatting. “How’s the healing process going? I was so fucking horny the whole time and thankfully Ryan showed me how to take care of things on my own. I don’t mind bottoming, but its one of those things that I only want to do occasionally” Mike said to Louis.

“Yeah, I know that feeling. It’s not healing as fast as I want and that’s mostly my fault. I like stroking too much if no one else is around. I can’t tell you how good it felt to finally feel a mouth on my cock. I’m going to have to learn some different moves, though. I felt it hit your guys’ teeth a couple times” Louis said after taking a big swig of beer.

Mike and I chuckled having both felt his piercing tap some molars. It would come in time and I knew the first time he fucked with it in he’d realize how the abstinence was all worth it. We finished our beers and Mike got us another round. All of us commented about how much better it tasted when chilled and not at room temperature. When we finished the beers, Louis was the first to make a move toward heading home.

“I’m starting to get used to the comments on the train after I’ve been fucked” Louis said, laughing afterward.

“Just be careful. Some guys think it’s an invitation” Mike said. I had a vision of Mike standing on the platform waiting for a train, reeking of the cum that was dripping down his leg. It was making my cock start to stiffen again.

“Yeah, I know” replied Louis. The two of us walked to the train station and I watched Louis disappear inside before I wandered down the street the few blocks back to my place. I got home and crashed on the couch, finishing off a blunt and watching some horror movie on TV.

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I hadn’t heard anything from Louis for a couple weeks and sent off a message checking in on him.

“Hey sorry been busy. met a girl” his reply said. I took a big breath and got a lump in my throat. I knew this was going to happen, he was too nice of a guy not to get snatched up at some point.

“she’s bi too and cool with me meeting guys but we’re doing the monogamous thing for now” he sent a minute later.

I wanted to scream but it would just be a waste of energy. I sat down on the couch and stared at the phone for a few minutes and finally typed out “cool. good luck and keep in touch. maybe a beer some time.” I knew it would probably never happen but I could hope. It’s the danger of messing around with straight or bi guys. Once again, it was time to move on.

It was one of those nights. I was lying in bed, stoned and horny while swiping on my phone. I found my way onto one of the apps and started hunting. I wasn’t even planning on looking for sex. I just wanted to exchange some photos and get off. While I was swiping through some of the guys that considered themselves jocks, I got a message. I clicked over and saw the photo of a bald daddy in his early 50’s with a thick salt and pepper beard. He had a hairy chest and what I hoped was a fat cock hidden beneath his shorts. 

“Woof. How’s it going, boy?” 

“Just relaxing. Horny as hell.”

“So is Daddy.”

He unlocks his album and I’m in heaven. This guy is about 5’10”, 220, and has a body covered in thick hair. He’s got a beefy muscle ass and is in incredible shape for his age. But the best part is the cock. It was huge. At least 5 inches soft with a thick mushroom head and a wide shaft with a pulsing vein cutting through it. His balls hung low and I could tell they smelled like fucking heaven. He had photos of himself from just about every angle, and I was already stroking my own meat as I scrolled through. There was a video of him jerking his cock and cumming into a dirty white jock that nearly sent me over the edge. After unlocking my album for him, we covered all the basics and found out that we had a few fetishes in common that we could explore. We both really got off on daddy/son play and I was practically in love when he told me that he wanted to tie me up after a gym session, worship my sweaty body, and then shove his sweaty jock in my mouth while he destroyed my ass. I was so turned on and had been edging for our entire conversation. 

“Fuck Daddy, I’m getting close to cumming”

“Hold your cum for me, boy. Let go of your cock and go to bed. We’ll chat soon.”

Fuck. I wanted to cum, but something inside of me was so turned on by the idea of doing what this man said. I reluctantly let go of my pulsing member and slowly fingered my ass while thinking about how good daddy’s cum would taste.

The next morning I woke up with a raging hard-on. As I wiped the sleep out of my eyes, my hands immediately moved down to my swelling cock. I firmly squeezed my balls with my right hand as the left slid up and down my shaft. I lifted my right hand up to get a whiff of my balls and almost shot my load from the smell. I slowed down my stroke and checked the time on my phone. I had about an hour before I needed to be up and I had an unread message from Daddy.

“Morning boy.”

Fuck. Yes. “Morning Sir, I’m still so turned on from our chat last night”

I stopped responding to spit on my middle finger and swirl it around my hungry hole. 

“Mmm I bet you are. What are you going to do about it?”

“Going to ride my dildo before I take a shower.”

“Fuck yeah, boy. Give me a call, I’m going to talk you through it.”

I opened the drawer on my nightstand and pulled out my black 9-inch dildo. I usually only played with this guy after warming up, but I was craving a good stretch this morning. I got situated and gave Daddy a call.

“Good morning, boy,” a deep voice said through the phone. The sound of it made my balls ache. 

“Good morning, Sir.”

“Call me Daddy,” he said firmly. Fuck. My cock was rock hard and my balls were going to explode.

“Good morning, Daddy”

“Good boy. Tell me what you’re doing to yourself?”

I was lying in bed playing with my sensitive nipples and grinding my hole against the thick head of the dildo. 

“I’m squeezing my pierced nipples and they’re so hard for you, Daddy. Every time I squeeze them my cock jumps.”

He chuckled. “Oh you’re a little slut, aren’t you?” 

I stuck my pointer finger into my mouth and pulled it out once it was coated in spit. I rubbed my wet finger in circles over my hard nipple and moaned out loud. I could feel the blood rush to my cock and told Daddy how hard I was. 

He gave a deep growl. “Okay,  boy. I want you to get on the floor and I’m going to talk you through riding my cock.”

I got on my knees in front of my floor length mirror and stuck the dildo firmly onto the ground.

“Get it nice and wet. Treat it like you’d treat Daddy’s cock”.

Still on my knees, I bent over and began to slowly lick the head of the dildo.

“Spit on Daddy’s cock.”

I swirled around all of the saliva in my mouth and then spit it onto the dildo. It hit the silicone with a satisfying pop.

“Mmmm good. Now let me hear you gag on it”

I immediately began to deep throat the toy. My AirPods picked up my gags as I struggled to get it down my throat. 

“Fuck yes” he moaned and I heard him spit onto his own cock. “Daddy is working his meat right now. You like that boy?”

I pulled up from the dildo and gasped. I managed to choke out “Yes, sir” between gulps of air.”

“I’m going to make you swallow that thing again unless you call me Daddy.”

Fuck. My cock twitched. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy. You got any poppers?”

I did, but it was 7:15 in the morning. He and I both knew that I had a meeting at 8. 

“For the next 45 minutes, you belong to me. Don’t worry boy, just trust me.”

Before I could think twice, I was up grabbing the bottle of poppers and lube from my dresser.

“Alright, boy. You ready?” 

“Yes, Daddy”

“Take a hit. A big one. One in each nostril. Tell me after you do it.”

I hadn’t used poppers in a while and I was pretty excited. I took a big hit like he asked and felt the familiar rush. My body flushed with heat as I embraced the high. I inhaled fresh air and then took the second.

“How do you feel?”

I could barely sit up straight. “So…good” I groaned as I began to stroke my cock.

“Good boy. Let go of that cock and squeeze those nipples.” 

I tweaked my nipples and moaned. “Fuck. I wish you were here playing with them Daddy. They’re so sensitive.”

“Daddy can’t wait to feel that muscle boy body. Now lube up that dildo and sit on it.”

I poured a healthy amount of lube on the dildo and lathered it up.

“Mmm I can hear that lube. You ready boy?”

I was more than ready. I was horny as fuck, high off my ass on poppers, and I wanted this man’s thick daddy cock inside me. “Fuck yes, but it’s so big Daddy.” I knew I could take it but I wanted his coaching.

“So is Daddy’s cock, but I’ll talk you through it. Squat over it and then take one more hit. Talk to Daddy and tell him what you want to do to him.”

I got in position and took a deep hit of poppers and felt the rush wash over me again.

“Fuck, Daddy. It feels so good. I want to tease your head with my hole.”

“Do it.”

I lowered myself onto the dildo and let out a deep moan as my hole began to stretch open. “Your head feels so good, man,” I breathed. 

“Good. Tease it for Daddy. He loves feeling that slutty muscle hole”

I slowly loosened and tightened my hole around the head of the dildo. I couldn’t get used to the size, but the pleasure was already unreal. I could hear Daddy groaning as he stroked his cock. 

“Alright boy. You ready? Take another hit.”

I took another hit. My eyes widened as I felt my hole relax are the large head of the black dildo. “Now let your hole swallow it. Ram Dad’s cock into your muscle hole, boy.”

Without even thinking, I dropped all of my weight onto the veiny black rod and let out a scream. “FUUUUCCCKKKKK,” I gasped through my headphones. 

“Good boy, you’re almost there. Just talk to Daddy.”

“Fuck-fuck- fuck-fuck” I couldn’t stop as I straddled the line between pain and pleasure. I could feel my hole spasming while the life-sized toy bore into me. A small puddle formed in front of me as my hard dick continued to pump out precum. Slowly the pain began to subside and I felt an intense feeling of fullness. “You feel so good Daddy, I’m so fucking stretched out. I just wanna sit on it”

“You don’t have time to sit still boy. Take another hit, get your back, and fuck yourself with Daddy’s thick meat”

I did what he said without question. I took a hit, rolled back, and lifted my legs. I screamed out as I began to pull the 9-inch beast out of my hole.

“That’s it boy, feel Daddy’s meat”. I could hear the furious slapping of his hand against his cock as he worked his own meat while listening to me fuck myself.

“Fuck. I’m yours Daddy. Do what you want to me,” I cried out. “I’m Daddy’s fucking whore. You make me so fucking slutty. I’m your muscle pig.” I didn’t even know what I was saying, but everything felt so good. 

“Mmm yeah, you’re in Daddy’s hands now. Keep fucking that hole. Stroke that cock hard for me too.”

I suddenly remembered that I had a cock and grabbed my throbbing member and stroked it in time to the fucking I was giving myself. 

“Daddy, I’m going to shoot.”

“Do it boy, but you better catch it all in your hand for daddy. 

I pulled the dildo far enough out of my ass so that just the tip was inside. I clamped my hole up and down as I stroked my meat harder and harder. Sweat rolled down my muscular chest and I paused to take a whiff of my hairy pits. As I breathed in, I pushed the dildo until the silicone balls slapped up against my hole. I brought my hand back to my cock and gave it two hard jerks and cum began to geyser out. 

“Daddy I’m-“ I started.

“Let me hear you scream boy, keep stroking.”

I jerked my cock with one hand while trying to catch all of cum with the other. I nearly blacked out on pleasure as I continued to grind my stretched out hole into the thick dildo. When the orgasm finally subsided, I looked down at my cum covered hand. 

“Eat it. Stick your hand in your mouth right now.” 

As I swallowed my own cum I heard Daddy cum. I pretended that my cum was his steaming daddy juice while I licked my fingers and listened to his moans.

“Good boy. Now go shower and get to work. You have 7 minutes. Call me later.”

The call ended and I slid the warm dildo out of my hole. I showered and dialed into my meeting just in time, but I kept my camera off so that I could keep stroking my cock thinking about my morning call with Daddy.

After almost a year, my salad top dirty blonde hair was unruly and unmanageable. I stopped by my usual hair salon when I noticed it was open again, yea I got an appointment, finally I’ll be able to maybe get out and socialize, now that my favorite watering hole is also back open again. It’s been a long DRY year and I longed for human interaction both socially and sexually.

My usual salon girl Brenda still isn’t back to work yet, it saddened me cause I usually go for the works, shampoo, cut, and style. Brenda has huge boobs, and when she tips my head back in that neck notched sink, and starts scrubbing my scalp, her boob or boobs nestle in my face. I love that and to a point I think she does too.

I showed up on time, the place only had one other person in it, but I found out I would be taken care of by the owner Mario. It was a Tuesday, they were usually closed on Tuesdays, but Mario explained, that with only 2 current employees they sometimes need to overbook into Tuesdays. He made me feel at ease and said the 5 chair set up was down to 2 in use, separated by 3 empties, and they’re more than 10 feet apart. He went on to explain he couldn’t get plexiglass dividers because of shortages and building some sort of stand for them besides, so he found mirrored changing screens he found on line, he bought enough to divide all 5 chairs, so when they can come back fully staffed they’d be ready, and the were easily removable. A side benefit was they provided side and rear views for customers, throughout the cut. He also said with the overly cautious social distancing, cleaning procedures and if I was vaccinated I could skip the mask. He assured me of my safety, and comfort.

Mario sat me down in the last seat closest to his office, swung me around to the sink, I laid my head back as he pumped up and reclined the chair adjustments, after seeing what my pleasure was. (What I told him was not what I was thinking, cause I really wanted him.) Mario was a young, thin, sexy guy, with a dark button down untucked shit and tight “skinny jeans”, very tight, I could make out a very distinctive crotch outline, slightly bent to the left, possibly circumcised, yes that tight.

He forced my head back, sprayed it with waster and then two handedly began massaging shampoo into my scalp. Suddenly I felt him brush against my arm resting on the chair arm with his body, I enjoyed the brush and at the angle of my head in the sink I cook peer over and see it was his slightly bulged crotch touching me, so was it accidental? At first I thought yes, but then he did it again, and then continued back and forth, nope it was past accidental now, it is deliberate. He moved closer to my head and now I have a clearer view, as he is rubbing his crotch against my shoulder now ( I was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt), and I can see his fully erect squashed dick pressing harder now. Seemingly he was spending more time washing my hair than Brenda ever did, I’m sure now he was enjoying his rubbing session, I said nothing but I’m sure he caught my own tented crotch.

All the while he was talking to me, yet I only was half listening, until he changed from business and pleasantries to “you have really nice hair,… and your cute”, so on and so forth, I was basically answering him yes but didn’t realize what and when I was saying yes to. From that point on I paid closer attention.

He wrapped a towel around me, threw an apron on me, sat me up, spun me back around, grabbed his scissors and clippers, again leaning his crotch on my arms, slowly working his way forward toward my hand. So then I decided it is my move, so I reached out from under the apron exposing my hand on the chair arm, he brushed my naked hand again. So I went for it, even though he had sharp scissors in his hands, I reached up with my fingers and palm and touched it, he flinched backwards slightly as if surprised, but realized I was willing to his advances, and he moved back in allowing me to massage his front as I worked my way down under his crotch and squeezing an ass cheek and crack.

He put the clippers down and the scissors into his breast pocket, slid my apron up and began touching my crotch. Wow this was hot, and in public, but he assured me no one could see as the other customer was 8-10 feet away and separated by 4 mirrored divider screens, and we were furthest from the door, register and waiting area. With that assurance I opened his pants and desperately reached for my prize to release it from its confines. Out it came, and oh what a site it was, it was perfect, circumcised, long and hard, with a giant purple mushroom knob on top, with a nicely shaved ball sack, as I pulled his pants down further, and he bent his waist closer to my face, as he then adjusted the chair back forward, toward himself, bringing my face to within inches of that all day sucker.

It was just then I looked to my right and saw us in triplicate as I realized the mirrored dividers was giving me a 360 view of everything. Holy cow this is fucking hot I see his ass in one, I see a side view of both of us on the middle, and me feeling him up from my back seeing his naked cock and balls in my hands, then I realize he’s looking in the main mirror over my shoulder.

He reached down unzipping me and dropped to his knees, my squashed dick is now being released into freedom now being able to breath, and fully expand, as he began kneading the shaft and balls between his fingers, he then grabbed my shaft in between his two palms and began rubbing it like a lump of a fat ball of play-doh shaping it into a hot dog, the warmth generated from this rubbing directly under my mushroom knob was so sexually gratifying, I almost came till I stopped him.

He then put his face closer and began sensually licking all around my dick length and girth, spending too much time on the head and slit and my mounting pool of precum. He knew exactly how much pressure to apply and the exact spots to drive me into ecstasy forcing me to throw my head back and roll my eyes back into my head. It’s been far too long with just me, my porn sites and my right hand…. Pete-ty and his 5 fingers. I continued to fondle his manhood and slid my finger over his pre cum using it as lube to slide up and down better on his shaft, concentrating on his head “v” valley underside seam. He quietly moaned with his release off spermy fluid arcing in creamy ribbons toward my face as I opened my mouth bending my head, catching what I could of the already released seed, and steering his cock with my hand toward my mouth in order to catch the semen yet to be released. I licked my lips with delight, and he knew it. He went back down on me finally bringing me to the edge of ecstasy again, before releasing my thick white love juice into his mouth, I was almost sure it wouldn’t stop as I had to pull away from his warm wondrous cum filled mouth.

No kissing, no fucking, just an everyday long overdue blowjob for two horny single guys that have waited too long for the physical touch of another guy. He finished the haircut on the house, I tried to give him a tip he said my tip was already paid in reciprocated fun, and we made another appointment for 2 weeks, on a Tuesday, when they’ll be closed, he’ll make sure of it.

I was taking a shower. Suddenly the overwhelming urge came over me. I desperately needed to be used. To feel slutty. Often this passed quickly, or I would get off to something on my phone and move on. But not today. 

I logged on to grindr as I got out of the shower. There wasn’t reallt anyone new online, and I messaged a guy I’d seen once before hoping he might be online. 

By the time I managed to get dressed and checked my phone again I got a message. It was from an athletic older guy in his 40s, and he was only a few streets away, and said he was free to meet now. Once more he was bossy, which i like. 

I finished preparing and then dressed headed to the car, grabbing my bottle of poppers on the way out the door. I had a tingle of anticipation but it was so fast I didn’t really have time to think about it.

Withing 5 minutes I pulled up outside his house and walked to the side door, being let in by a handsome guy wearing tight jeans, he looked pleased to see me. We went upstairs and into his bedroom.

He took off his clothes and I started to strip, and I got down on my knees. 

opening my poppers and inhaling deeply I took his rapidly growing cock into my mouth, feeling it swell and firm and his hand reach the back of my head as he pushed down my throat.

He started to work my hole with his fingers, and soon couldn’t resist lubing me up and penetrating me as he held my throat. He fucked me hard until he unloaded suddenly. I was dizzy and horny still. 

I cleaned up a bit and left, heading to the supermarket to finish up some errands for the day. In the line to the checkout my phone buzzes

“Looking?”

A guy I’d spoken to a while back had messaged. I responded “just took a load, so unless you like sloppy seconds”.

A quick response of “mmm” and “come over” and I knew I couldn’t resist. 

10 minutes later I was deep throating his thick uncut cock on his living room floor. His boyfriend was at work, and we didn’t have long. He forced himself into me roughly and pounded me, me moaning, until he said we was going to cum, we moved together, with me bringing myself to climax, just as he shot he load deep in my slutty hole. 

I went back home, leaking two loads into my CK boxes. Nobody any the wiser.

Josh’s lively (if questionable) adventures started with this story.

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In a window seat on a bus headed for Indianapolis sat a young man of boyish appearance, reading. The book, Wisdom of Casimir Dukahz, was provender for said Josh’s crafty mind. Pearls such as “Oil before intercourse” made good sense, of the common variety. “Virtue is its own punishment” bolstered his rake’s amoral self-esteem. Best was “Always end a sentence with a proposition.”

Best because, seated across the aisle, a man of growing interest to Josh looked his way as if entertaining some salacious idea. Stocky, barrel-chested, slab-shouldered, bull-necked, and about thirty-five, his eyes searched Josh’s round, pink, friendly face of rather delicate features including merry blue eyes. The boy’s remainder – from the neck down – lay concealed by sartorial disarray.

On the lam from Chicago (see this story), Josh, if smart, should have done nothing to call attention to himself yet could not resist his desire to make a proposition to the attractive hunk. Opportunity presented itself when the bus reached Fort Wayne and pulled in for a comfort stop.

In the men’s room, hunk and presumed hustler stood at urinals separated by one unoccupied. Eyes did not stray, they looked with purpose.

“Want me to hold that for you?” Josh made bold to propose.

“Your hands aren’t big enough.” The voice of a casino bouncer or TV newscaster tickled Josh’s core with some excitement, “I might let you practice when we’re on the bus.”

The man’s powerful stream impressed Josh as suggestive. He wondered whether the man, having assessed his virtue, would use oil before…

“You hard of hearing? I told you something, boy.”

Josh zipped. “We’ll have to sit together. My name’s…”

“Yours doesn’t matter but mine’s Rob. Just Rob. Got that?”

“Will I get that?” Josh pointed at what was being tucked inside Rob’s fly – which, provocatively, was allowed to remain agape.

After silent hand washing, the one followed the other back to board the bus. They sat on Rob’s side of the aisle. No new arrival landed nearby.

Underway, miles rolled uninterestingly past. Josh took up his copy of Wisdom… to smile at “Passion scorns common sense” and “Passivity’s a path for passion” and “Don’t sit down in a peg-house.” He held the book in his left hand – a precaution against unwanted eyes – while, with his right, he explored the gristly sequoia growing from Rob’s lap.

Thinking himself in the role of forest ranger, Josh began to pay homage by stripping the trunk back and forth. The tips of his fingers no longer met, such was its growth. Within an hour, Josh’s active arm tired, its slender muscles tiring.

Rob heard a sigh – of resignation? “Aren’t you happy now?”

“Not as happy as I want to be. My bottom…”

“Is way too small. No man even has ever been able to take it.” He waited. Explained in hushed tones, “I’m a professional, licensed in Vienna and Vegas. I service wealthy women with gaping snatches. A good living. No freebies. You’re getting to do what you are, kid, out of the goodness of my heart.”

With the speed of thought, Josh jumped ahead, “I’m a pro, too. Not licensed anywhere but mine’s a prehensile anus that, so far, has strangled some really big dicks. You getting a room in Indy? I’ll share your bed. Might make a bet with you – only I don’t recommend it. I might end up with your hard-earned money.”

Roy’s loud, chesty laugh was covered by a passing truck’s horn. He good naturedly took the back of Josh’s head and crammed it down over his Portobello head, which had begun to leak. Was he surprised that the boy’s instantly-opened mouth gulped it and sank down several inches further than anyone else’s ever. Then, his fun began.

“My god, I’m in love!” he thought during the onrush of fellative delight. However, caution called from him to raise the boy off. Rob gasped. “Honey,” Rob whispered, “you might asphyxiate yourself during a ride as bumpy as this.”

Josh beamed, “What a way to go! Only, not the best way. I’ll show you. You have no idea what I can do for you that no woman would.”

“Women have never done anything for me except ante up my tariff. I do for them.” Rob wrestled his tree trunk back through his trousers’ fly and forced its zipper to close. “Now read your book like a good boy. Lean up against me. You might gain some confidence by osmosis.”

A giggle from Josh, “My confidence will outstrip yours, big guy, when we’re in your room this evening. You’ll be leaning up against me.”

* * *

They vied at length (Rob’s) and depth (Josh’s), neither crossing the other’s battle line tolerance. The war raged, nearly wrecking the room, until Rob halted his body builder’s bulky balling and threw his head back to let out a magnificent, full-bodied laugh.

“My god, you’re wonderful!”

Skewered as never in his life, Josh surveyed, eyes gleaming, the chiseled features looking into his now angelically serene face and, with his palms, took the measure of Rob’s sculpted pecs. He called into action every trick of his rectal muscles without hindering the great cock’s calisthenics. With the greatest applied force of his anal closure, he caused their intimacy’s ramrod drives figuratively to turn around and around, to spin wildly and, under the impact of climax, to blast them into smithereens.

Ecstasy consumed their mutual consciousness.

Minutes after lights flared and faded, silence blared and tapered.

Reveling in the stillness, Josh stirred, drew in a steadying breath. “Truce?”

“Stalemate. Only…”

“Only what?”

“Only, I think the way we join is too perfect for clashes. The tip of my cock feels your heart’s throbs. A first for me, Josh – and I feel strange about it. I think, in my heart.”

Frisson!

“Rob, when I had you in my throat, you said something about being in love. I heard you. Have you ever been truly in love?”

“No,” his voice threatened breakage.

“Me neither. So, let’s don’t fight.”

“You mean let’s make love?”

“Let’s be in love. Where you are now feels like love to me.”

Affixing himself inside as if forever, Rob collected his lover’s smaller body in his might-filled arms, countered Josh’s open mouth with his for a kiss in which his manly tongue penetrated and sucked the other’s mouth in time to his cock’s grinding in and out of the ass that had become his paradisical destiny.

Starburst followed starburst until sunrise when, not once separated, they slept as one.

* * *

As flesh trade professionals, escort and hustler, in need of funds – they attended an audition call advertised by an agent passing through the Midwest and looking for new talent to be in porn movies. “D.C. Films is the best in the business,” Mr. Slowcum touted. “Show me whatcha got.”

Sensing sleaze might be afoot, Josh bared only his rear roundness and Rob his flaccid lump – at first. Josh watched Mr. Slowcum setting up a video camera. He cleared his throat, “How do we know you’re not some cheap voyeur? We don’t do freebies. Plus, you’ve not shown us your credentials.”

Red-faced, the agent fumed. Odd situation. New to him. Yet, there was something about the couple. “Credentials?”

Josh fondled Rob’s dangle. It began extending, angling up, rising in glorious display – the largest, most threatening thing of its kind in Slowcum’s experience. He gawked.

“You want to see what this thing can do to maim a kid’s throat and attempt to destroy his squeaky-innocent bumhole? We’ll take five genuine, government-issue steel engravings of Benjamin Franklin as credentials for you and your dinky camera’s voyeurism.”

Slowcum spluttered.

Meanwhile, Josh busied himself with his lover’s strained-button shirt – until Rob was revealed like an unclad Superman on steroids, hands on hips, blunderbuss cock pointing North, and eyes riveting defenseless, jittery Slowcum to his spot. Stunned, the agent drooled over suggestive bumps and grinds of Josh’s improvised strip-tease, and reached for his wallet.

Five hundred dollars appeared. There and then ensued action – big on and in small. Knockout stuff that had Slowcum’s remaining strands of hair standing from their follicles.

Two weeks later, he returned with a crew and a contract from D.C. Films. Thus emerged the famous video porn series marketed through the roof under the title Bedscapes I, II, III, and IV. “Pure! Plotless!! Prurience!!!” screamed D.C.’s advertising slogan. Fictional biographies were created for the stars, Little Jay, who changed his hair color, and Big Rob, to whose body’s bulges were added transfer tattoos for variety.

The standard disclaimer about the actors being “eighteen and older” wasn’t questioned before Twink Magazine reviewed Bedscapes III. “Pederasts worldwide must be slobbering down their fronts over Little Jay, who appears well below any legal starting line. The young star – whatever his actual age – is accomplished to the nth degree of sexuality. Undaunted by co-star Big Rob’s massivity – see it, believe it – he displays only supreme happiness when engaged with it. With laws as cockeyed as those of many countries, this video could be pulled from circulation at any time. We recommend immediate purchase.”

For their own protection, Slowcum advised relocation from Indianapolis. “Prosecutor Pearcy’s Pussy Possee aims to wipe out prostitution of every sort here. As paid porn stars, you could come under his purview. We don’t want that, now do we?”

Rob, who was lazily linked belly-to-back with Josh, his loaded missile shuttling slowly back and forth in the young man’s silo, said, “Guess not.”

Slowcum pushed down what rose in his groin while informing them, “An associate in Chicago, if you can believe it, guy name of Ecks, is involved with a secret flesh-trade outfit, out in the countryside, called The Farm. Sounds ideal. Even has its own line of very exclusive videos, full studio, the works. You’ll be safe there. Amazing accommodations, Ecks claims.”

“When do you we go?” Josh asked, pumping back to speed things along, his baby-blue eyes sparkling.

“Pack everything now. Clean out this place. Leave no trace. You have about one hour before their small bus arrives. The driver,” he looked at the notes from his last call with Ecks, “is a large Native American, Ben Arrowsmith, who’ll be with his farm partner, a ‘delicately limbed silent beauty’ named Avery.”

Slowcum regretted not having his camera to capture the resolute beat of Rob’s hips as they slapped feverishly into Josh’s responding flesh. The perfect equilibrium of their total love – Total Love, great title for a porn video! – reminded him of a misadventure he had years earlier in distant Finland.

They jolted into climax.

Slowcum sighed.

Hoped.

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How had I gone from checking the baseball team out in the locker room a week ago to now having made out with their star catcher in the dugout and having a pile of their jocks in my bag? As I walked out of Coach’s office I had a pit in my stomach that this whole situation wasn’t going to end well for me. I still didn’t have a place for Danny and I to meet on Friday and now I had that pile of jocks that Coach was expecting the cross country team to be wearing the next time in the locker room because they asked for them (which they didn’t).

It was then that my phone vibrated and I looked down to see a new text message. It was Danny and the message was a simple, ‘sup’. For as much as Danny had surprised me with our make-out session in the dugout, he could still be a stereotypical simple jock. Obviously overthinking my response, I typed and erased multiple times before responding, with what I thought was an equally jock-like response of, ‘nothin’. I then waited. 2 min turned to 5, which turned to 10. I was already obsessed with Danny and we had barely ever exchanged words a week ago. After considering sending another text, I felt the vibration and saw the message come through, ‘where we meetin tmrw’. This time it was my turn to wait to respond. Panicked, I knew I had only one choice – stall. Still trying to come up with an idea, I finally responded, ‘surprise, tell you tomorrow’. Much quicker I got the response, ‘cool’. I bought myself 12 hours before I saw Danny at school on Friday.

When I made it home, my dad was at the kitchen table with a pile of leftovers in front of him. ‘Where’s mom?’, I asked. Dad looked up from his food and quickly responded, ‘Sorry, Kev, your aunt called and grandpa isn’t doing well. Mom is packing us up and we are going to go visit him this weekend. I know you have your cross country meet, so mom said it’s ok if you stay here by yourself. Are you ok with that and us missing your meet? I’m sorry, Kev…’ – before he could finish I blurted out (a little too loudly), “That’s FINE!”. I never considered myself a lucky person, but in that moment I thanked everyone I could think of – god, the universe, my lucky stars – for this turn of events. “Ok”, dad said as he stood up and put his dishes in the sink. “We’ll be leaving in a bit. I think it goes without saying that we expect no parties. If you want to have a buddy or two over from the team, that’s fine. Just don’t touch the alcohol, ok sport?” Dad said, knowing I wasn’t a drinker, but that it was the right parental thing to say. “Of course, Dad”, I said a bit too happily and, with that, turned towards the steps to my room.

A little bit later, mom came to my room, gave me a hug, and they were off. I fell back on my bed and my hand landed on my gym bag. I remembered it was now full of jockstraps from the baseball team. I unzipped the bag and pulled out the pile. I had grabbed the jocks off Coach’s desk so quickly that I hadn’t really noticed that he gave me about 10 of them and they were all different sizes, but all a brand called Bike with wide waistbands like I had seen the baseball players wearing everyday. I immediately felt myself getting hard thinking about the jocks and the baseball team. With the house to myself, I slipped off my jeans, but left on my briefs. I then took the jock Danny had given me, and just like he had done in the locker room, I slid it on over my briefs.

Pulling the straps up under my butt, I could feel the straps through my briefs. I turned towards the mirror and, while the jock was trying to hold it down, I could see my dick bulging through the two layers of fabric. I thought about Danny parading around the locker room in his briefs and jock – joking with the other baseball players. One time after practice he even pulled his cup out of the pouch of the jock and pretended to sniff it. I now wonder if he was actually smelling and enjoying that jock scent. While I was thinking about this, my hand was stroking my dick through the jock and briefs. I put my hands on the waistbands and pulled them down to my ankles, freeing my dick with a ‘thud’ back on my stomach. I laid back down on my bed, keeping a grip on my dick and stroking thinking about Danny. All too quickly I felt the build up and volley after volley of cum shot onto my stomach. Knowing I had the house to myself, I enjoyed the moment and used the jock and briefs to wipe off the cum on me.

The next moment I remember I was waking up in the morning and realizing I was about to be late for school. I had overslept and I scrambled off the bed. On the floor in front of me were the jock and briefs, which now had my dried load in them. With a smile, I threw them in my backpack. I then took a quick shower, got dressed and headed to school with a new plan in my head.

Arriving at school, I immediately went to the locker room and, fortunately, it was empty at this hour. I went over to Danny’s locker – looking around to ensure no one was looking, I unzipped my bag, grabbed the briefs and jock, gave a quick sniff, and then threw them onto floor of Danny’s locker. I knew he had his game today and I was hoping he would wear my briefs with the jock he had given to me. Closing up the locker with the smile still on my face, it quickly faded when I realized Coach was standing at the end of the locker aisle.

“Doing Johnson’s laundry, McDonough?”, Coach asked deadpanned. “Coach….uh….that is…..”, I stumbled over ever word as Coach stared me down, looking for answer. Coach went over to Danny’s locker, lifted the latch and peered inside. He looked around Danny’s locker, looked up at me, and then that slight hint of a smile came back on his face. Coach reached down to the bottom of Danny’s locker, pulled out the jock I had just deposited, and held it up in the air. “Anything you want to tell me, McDonough?”, Coach said as he continued to look into what felt was my soul.

“Coach, you see, I, uh….well, that is….” – I had to find a way out again, whether Coach believed me or not. “Danny was the one who lent me his jock to see if I would like them on my long runs”, I lied to Coach’s face again. This time, though, I could tell Coach wasn’t believing or having it. “Really, McDonough?” he started, “are you really trying to lie your way out of this one too?”. He continued, “You don’t think I know that you took those jocks I gave you and that you probably spent the night sniffing and jerking off into them?”

If I could have fainted, I probably would have in that moment. Instead, the color from my face left me and I just stared back at Coach. Coach continued in on me – “I’ve seen the look from boys like you in the locker room. Stealing glances at the jocks, while you think no one is looking.” It was like he had been watching me in the locker room the entire school year. Coach then approached me and I thought that I was done for – I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I thought my life was about to end. Instead, though, the slight hint of a smile returned to his face as he approached me and I saw his hand raise with the jock in it. Before I could react, Danny’s jock covered my face and I was inhaling the load of cum I had deposited in it the night before.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought”, Coach said with that smirk still on his face. I felt Coach’s hand continue to smear the jock pouch into my face and an involuntarily inhaled, trying to get a whiff of Danny and my scents in it. Just as quickly, though, Coach let go of the jock and I scrambled to catch it as it started to fall off my face. As he walked away, Coach turned and looked at me, “Listen, McDonough, I don’t give a rat’s ass about what you and Johnson are doing together, but you better not become a distraction to him or the team. But, whatever is going on, keep doing it. He’s played better in the last week than he has all year.” With that, Coach turned back away and marched off. I was left speechless in the locker room, holding Danny’s jock and wondering what had just happened.

Nathan popped the table legs out one by one, setting the table down in the living room of his apartment. Next he got out the folding chairs, putting them around the table. He had just enough, four chairs for him and his three friends.

“Now that I got that done, let’s get out the real fun.” He said out loud, as he brought up his box of RPG supplies. He pulled out the Player’s Handbook, the Treasure’s Master’s Guide, and the three Tomes of Monsters. Next, he withdrew his box of dice. He opened the old ratty wooden treasure chest to look at the hundreds of various kinds of dice that lay packed in the box. Pencils, paper, and figures was the last to set up on the table.

Stepping back, he gawked at the glory of the Trouble & Treasures weekly game match. Now all he needed was his geeky friends to show up.

Nathan thought to himself that he was going to control the guys’ use of their phones during game time, but a more pressing idea he had been toying with for a bit and he hoped it would come to fruition tonight – did he have the nerve to act on his fantasy, only time would tell?

Looking quickly into the mirror, he flattened his cyan colored hair down and checked his blueberry lipstick and eye shadow. His emo look was complete.

The door bell rang and Nathan sprang to meet the first round of guys showing up for the fun and mayhem that was about to ensue. He had a great adventure planned for the three and he couldn’t wait until they were all sitting around the table.

Logan was the first to get over. He was a last minute join, having just met the guy a week ago he sounded like he would be in the spirit of the game and relatively new to gaming in general.

Logan told Nathan the week before that he just started playing Troubles and Treasures and had bought the Player’s Handbook from money he earned mowing lawns in the neighborhood. He sported a deep farmers golden tan. Lean and short, he was a wiry little guy. He wore a baseball cap that shadowed his gaze. From beneath the brim of his hat, Logan sported a tight fitting nose ring.

Logan was a friend of Jonny, so he was invited to come over and play at Nathan’s apartment without question.

Next Jonny arrived; he was a bit older than the rest and had been playing for some time. He had been in a lot of different groups, but recently he had a falling out among many and had not played in over 6 months. He stood six foot two and was in great condition, having a swimmer’s physique. His brown curly hair framed his square and solid jaw line.

“Where is Aaron, we are always waiting for him?” Nathan asked the other guys at the table.

“He said he was running late, but was picking up a pizza for us to share.” Jonny replied looking at pictures on his phone. Whatever he was looking at made him smile.

“Oh well! Then that’s okay, but we should get going. He will need to catch up when he gets here.” Nathan sat down at one end, bringing up his Treasure’s Master Screen.

“From last week, the three of you had just entered the massive Treasure Dungeon of Azaroon’s Maze! You are resting in the 30 by 30 foot room, stone masonry throughout with two doors. One door heads east, while the other one is due north.”

“Damn, I wish we had a rogue in our group.” Jonny stammered.

“Let me look over my spells.” Logan said glossing over his character sheet. “Sorry, nothing here to open doors safely or check for traps.” He giggled with anticipation. He got out his dice and quickly started rolling them over and over, watching the numbers play out on the faces of the dice.

Jonny eased back in his chair, resting on the back two legs of his chair he dug out his phone again and began searching through his pictures.

“Oh by the way, everyone, I am instigating a new house rule. If you don’t play with your phones during that game time, you get a bonus of 20% experience. Just an idea I had. Play with the phones if you like, but if you don’t you get a kicker of base XP.
Nathan said from behind his screen.

Instantly, Jonny put his phone back in his pocket and started paying attention to Nathan’s every move.

“You got me, boss!” Jonny said.

“Aww, come on…that doesn’t sound fair.” Logan whined.

“House Rules and he is the Treasure Master so he gets to set them. Stop being such a pussy, Logan.” Jonny said laughing at the new comer to the group.

Logan made a sour face at Jonny, but let it go. He returned to randomly rolling dice and looking at the numbers being generated. He was a small kid, but according to him he was eighteen years old – although he looked more like fifteen to everyone at the gaming table.

The doorbell ding-donged and everyone knew that was Aaron finally arriving – hopefully with the pizza!

“You have better have brought the pizza, or I am docking you 200 experience points!” Nathan mocked.

“I brought the pizza, but you owe me big. I will get my reward later, I hope.” Aaron said as he plopped the pizza down on the table and then fished out his gaming supplies from his backpack. He had his character, dice, and figurine.

Nathan updated Aaron on the group’s starting adventure as well as the experience bonus for not using a phone at the table. Aaron tucked his phone away and looked at the Treasure’s Master waiting to see what was coming next.

“Okay, I walk up to the door heading north and cast Open Portal on it. It’s my 1st level spell.”

“The spell goes off without a hitch and the door slowly swings open. On the door frame Jonny’s character notices razor sharp pins menacingly in place.”

“I take up the lead, being careful to avoid the razors in the door. I draw my bastard sword.”

“I will take rear guard,” Logan said placing his figurine in the rear of the group of figures on the hexagonal map lying on the table.

“You proceed down an empty and cold stone wrought passageway, a feeling of doom surrounds your party.”

“My priest cast Blessing of Nutaro!” Aaron said through a mouthful of pizza.

“Great idea! I will give you a 100 experience point bonus.”

Aaron smiled as juicy pizza oozed from the corners of his mouth.

“I ready my staff!” Logan told Nathan.

“Jonny, you are a 3rd level warrior right?”

“Yup! Got my bastard sword ready and willing.”

“Aaron, your character was 3rd level too, right?”

“Yeah! I just got him up last week when he killed the Skeleton Lord on level two of the dungeon!”

“Logan, what level is your priest?”

“He just turned 2nd level last week, remember you asked me to hang out after everyone left and we would go over his new spell.”

“Remind me tonight, as you get that new and powerful spell. I need to go over it with you. Best to do it after everyone leaves and we can go over it in detail.” Nathan peered at Logan from over the Treasure’s Master Screen.

The group of adventurers engaged in a battle requiring wits and brawn to win. Jonny’s warrior fights savagely, while Aaron’s spell lays devastating waste to the monsters. At the end of the battle, Logan casts his spells of healing.

The group proceeds from room to room, killing monsters and picking up valuable treasure. By the end of the night, all the players excitedly talk about the next week’s foray deeper into the dungeon.

“Hey man! Its 10 pm and we need to wrap things up.”

The group of players break for the evening. All prepare to leave, packing away their game books, figurines, and dice.

Jonny and Aaron leave quickly having other stuff to do that night. As they depart, they talk about their characters and the treasure.

Logan stood up heading for the door as well, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

“”Hey, Logan wait up. Remember we are going over that spells that I added to your grimoire of knowledge. See you two guys next week, same Depth Time same Depth Channel.” Nathan laughed as he showed Aaron and Jonny out.

He returned to Logan who was waiting by the table. He was fidgeting with his dice again, rolling the d20 over and over.

“By the way, I love your nose ring…its really sweet.” Nathan told Logan, sitting back down at the table he folded up his Depth’s Master Screen and started putting away the dice and figurines in the correct boxes.

“Thanks. I am still getting used to it. What new spell should I be aware of?”

“You got one new spell called ‘Serotai Commanding’. I wanted to explain how that works?”

“Okay.” Logan said. “Will I need my character sheet?”

“No, I don’t think so. We’re just going over one spell your character can use now.”

“You see the spell Serotai Commanding can be cast instantly, and it makes the target do whatever you want him to do. Anything….Anything at all.” Nathan told Logan, speaking with a pencil in his mouth. He took the writing utensil out of his mouth tracing weird sigils into the air for fun.

“Wow that sounds really cool. Is there any drawbacks to it.” Logan asked engrossed in his new character’s spell.

“Yes, you have to touch the person for the spell to be effective.”

“Oh! Okay… Do I need to make a ‘to hit’ roll on that.”

“Depends if the person wants or does not want to be effected. Let me explain it better with a little live role-playing, you up for that?”

“Live action? What do you mean?”

“We talk it out in real life, rather than using the rules.”

“Oh that sounds fun,” Logan replied.

“Like this”, Nathan explained as he reached over to Logan and slowly touched his cheek and let his hand slide down his neck, to the first button of his shirt.

“Now if the target doesn’t disagree, he is commanded to do what the caster asks. Like, I could say sit still while I undress you.” Nathan’s voice quivered as he slowly undid the first button on Logan’s shirt.

Did he dare go further? What would happen next could completely destroy his friendships and perhaps even be the end of gaming altogether —

Logan didn’t say anything, but sat there enthralled at Nathan’s artful tease, his mouth hung open slack jawed. His face shadowed by the brim of his baseball cap.

Nathan undid the next three buttons with ease, slowly pulling Logan’s shirt back to reveal a sunburned chest and stomach. Nathan stood up and grabbed a hold of Logan’s hands, folding them together he grasped them.

He flipped his book closed and led Logan from the living room to his bedroom. Nathan was shivering even though his apartment was rather warm. He licked his lips in trepidation and nervous energy.

Nathan backed Logan into his bedroom, taking the guy one step at a time closer to his unmade bed. With a single hand he pushed the young man down where he sat looking up at him.

With his free hand Nathan unhitched his belt and unbuttoned his trousers.

“Now, I command you to suck my cock.” He said very quietly and slowly.

Logan’s mouth still hung open as he gazed innocently up at Nathan. “I guess I am still under the spell, right?

“Yes, you are…” Nathan quietly said his voice trembling.

Logan mewed incredulously and then grabbed a hold of Nathan’s hot throbbing muscle, sticking it in his mouth. He sucked on it. Logan’s hands wrapped around the Nathan’s ass and bobbed his head back and forth, licking and nibbling on the head of the penis.

“Oh God! That feels fantastic, Logan.”

The young man stopped for a second, looking over the brim of his hat. He smiled and returned to sucking and licking; nodding his head up and down he worked his tongue over Nathan’s prick.

“Suck it. Shit, you know how to suck a cock…I can’t believe how great you are!”

Nathan could not have imagined any better outcome than this? His plan worked perfectly. Hopefully he would be able to continue milking this ride for a long time.

Nathan’s head tilted back. He moaned and exploded into Logan’s wanting mouth. The youth gulped, swallowing most of the sticky spew. The young man licked his lips getting every last drop of cum he could.

Nathan pulled his shaft out of Logan’s hungry mouth and brushed his hands through his foppish hair. “…And that is how you use that spell.” He said so gently that only he and Logan could hear it.

From the street a car horn blared twice.

“My ride is here!” Logan said sullenly. He slowly stood up and made his way back out to the living room where is backpack rested along the wall. He put on his shirt and slung the backpack over his shoulder, tilting his cap brim back.

“See you next week?” Nathan said from the doorway of his bedroom. “I think you may need some extra time with the DM… Tell your ride you will need to be picked up at 11pm.”

“I will.” Logan said, and left through the front door. Nathan watched him go and pursed his lips. He hoped that would not be the last encounter with Logan.

He wondered if Aaron or Jonny would be as gullible.

Chapter Two

It was a long arduous week at school and work, but Nathan made time to craft the next couple of levels in the massive dungeon of Azaroon’s Maze. He put in a lot of monsters, filling the empty rooms with treasures, traps, and unique encounters.

He once again put up the table, chairs, and game paraphernalia. He waited for the guys to get over so that he could start to play the game.

Jonny and Aaron both arrived at the same time, as Jonny was the ride for the other youth.

“Where is Logan?” Jonny asked.

“Not sure, he said he would be here but had to take the bus instead of getting a ride.” Nathan spoke to the two other players.

A half-hour later Logan showed up, carrying his backpack of gaming supplies. “Sorry I was late. I had to catch the bus. My ride crapped out on me.”

“I could have given you a ride,” Jonny told Logan putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh! Yeah, I guess I could have asked you but I wasn’t sure what your schedule was.” Logan replied sitting down at the table and started fishing through his backpack.

“We really haven’t made much progress in the game. Without a healer, the warrior and wizard are pretty much dicked over.”

“Yeah, we fought seven goblins and they almost kicked our asses,” Aaron said gazing down at his character sheet. “I’m down to 3 hit points.”

“Let me get my stuff out, I bet I can fix you up with some healing spells. After the game, I need to talk to Nathan in private. I have a question on a recent spell I got.”

Nathan looked nervously down the table but the other two guys didn’t look up from their characters. “Sure thing Logan, I can help you out with anything you need.”

Aaron erased his hit points writing down the 15 he had at the start of the night.

“Can I also put my hit points back to maximum?” Jonny said jotting down his spent ammunition that he lost in the last battle.

“I can heal you for 30 points of damage, is that going to be good enough.”

“Close enough!” Jonny erased his hits and jotted down the new number.

The game rolled on, and the guys eagerly rolled dice and fought battles against skeletons, zombies, and goblins. Treasures were handed out as the characters moved from room to room, solving traps, puzzles, and monster encounters.

“Hey guys, I need to jet a bit early as my friend is going to pick me up and we’re going back to my place to play some computer games.” Aaron got up hurriedly putting his stuff away.

“Well, it is a bit early but I guess we can break for the night.” Nathan looked dismayed. He waved at Aaron who dug out his phone and typed a fast message.

“Jesse is meeting me at the corner in five minutes, so I will just run down there and meet him. Thanks guys for a great night and I will see you next week?”

“No problem Aaron. Yeah, we are definitely playing next week.” Nathan let his friend out the front door, waiving to him as he jotted down the stairs and up the street.

Nathan returned to Jonny and Logan who still sat at the table, looking between each other. They seemed pre-occupied and whispered.

“What’s up? You guys planning a coup or something?” Nathan returned to the TM’s chair and played with some dice.

“I heard about the Live Action role-playing you did last week with Logan. I wouldn’t mind getting into that session, if you know what I mean.” Jonny put his character sheet into a leather carrying case, and then winked.

Nathan looked sheepishly and swallowed hard.

“Logan, did you tell Jonny about the spell?”

“Yeah, it sort of squeaked out while we were in bed together.” Logan replied innocently looking between Jonny and Nathan.

“Oh! You two are together….I mean you guys are more than just friends, I guess.” Nathan laughed.

“Yeah, we are more than just friends — that way for a couple of months.” Jonny said.

“I hope you didn’t mind me playing that innocent game on Logan,” Nathan said apologetically.

“Not if I can get you to suck my cock.” Jonny replied boldly. He stood up and walked over to Nathan. He smiled down at him and undid his pants. With his other free hand he slid his underwear down to his ankles.

“I….I have to admit, I never done anything like this before. Logan was my first time” Nathan swapped gazes between Logan and Jonny.

“Well tonight is your lucky night to lose your V-Card.” Jonny took off his shirt, revealing sculpted ripped abs and pects. “I have never fucked an emo before; you will be my first time!”

Nathan gulped. Jonny stood before him naked and looking like an athletic god.

“What’s Logan going to do?” Nathan quavered.

“I get seconds,” Logan answered. “I’m looking forward to casting my spell of Serotai Commanding on you,” he finished with a chortle.

Nathan lowered himself to his knees. He tentatively grabbed Jonny’s firm ass and naively licked the end of the guy’s big shaft. It felt warm, hard, but rubbery. He licked it again and Jonny’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. With both hands Jonny grabbed Nathan’s head and rocked it back and forth across his engorged cock. Nathan’s cyan colored flat hair entangled in the man’s fingers.

“God! Suck my cock and I will give you more of it later.” Jonny moaned his stomach muscles rolled as Nathan got into eating him out.

Logan squatted down next to Nathan, pushing his hair out of his face. He licked his lips and stared into the guy’s bobbing head. “I can’t wait to take you in your bed.”

“Let’s go now,” Jonny said pulling his dick out of Nathan’s wanting mouth. He grabbed the guy’s arms and pulled him up. The three went into Nathan’s bedroom, finding the bed still unmade.

With a little push, Jonny pressed Nathan onto the mattress. He pulled Nathan’s pants down and rolled him over on to his stomach.

Nathan got up on his elbows and looked over his shoulder, there Jonny and Logan was getting ready to fuck him. Each cupped their dicks with their hands and engaged in a hot tonguing.

Jonny pushed Logan back and turned towards Nathan with a sly smile on his face.

“Now for a little live action. Watch me fuck this little emo until he screams.” Jonny said grabbing Nathan by the thighs. He massaged his cock stiff and stuck it up the young man’s rump. With a steady push he pounded on the boy’s ass.

Nathan gurgled as he was ridden like a stallion. He bucked and thrashed in bed, but Jonny held on tight and continued to rock his crotch into his backside. Nathan moaned and begged for Jonny to stop, so the older guy pulled out of him just long enough to trade places with Logan.

Logan spread Nathan’s ass checks with both hands and bent in real close. “Here is a little pay back from last night!” He shoved his dick into the TM’s ass and churned left and right, gyrating his crotch into the back of Nathan.

“Oh God, Logan stop!” Nathan bemoaned. The young guy grabbed Nathan’s shoulders and thrusted as hard as he could, pounding his hot shaft into the tender virgin ass.

For several minutes Logan throttled Nathan until he spewed. He pulled out and leaned back in the unmade bed, “God your ass is hot! Tight and firm, just the way I like it.”

“I take offense to that, Logan, don’t you think I’m any good?” Chortled Jonny.

“Oh you are great too, but I like Nathan.”

“Well, then let me try again and see how it feels” Jonny clapped Logan on the back exchanging positions with the wiry guy.

“Oh, please not any more. I am so sore!” Nathan groaned. Rolling on his back, panting like a dog, he gazed up at the two young men kneeling next to him. He bit his blueberry coated lips, waiting for the inevitable pounding.

Jonny spread Nathan’s legs, with a firm grip. He raised the young man’s cock and slid his meat underneath and into his puckering asshole. Leaning down Jonny kissed Nathan on the open mouth, running his tongue down his neck. He began to thrust underneath his crotch and has he did he whispered, “That blueberry lipstick is delicious. You are a sweet piece of meat, Logan was right, just tight enough.”

Jonny fucked Nathan for several long excruciating minutes. Nathan laid spread eagle on the bed; his hands trembled as he gripped the bed linen. Jonny continued his onslaught for some time before finally pulling out and relenting.

Nathan swallowed hard and clenched his teeth. “Can I watch you two?”

Jonny swung to his left laying on his elbow, “how about it Logan, you want to show this virgin how it’s done?”

Logan saddled up next to Nathan, kissing his sweat laden body. “I always save the best for you, Jonny.”

Nathan got out of bed, feeling stiff and sore but eager to watch the two get it on.

Jonny lay on his back and Logan mounted him doggy style, sixty-nine. The two guys began to lick each other’s shafts fervently. Logan bobbed his head over Jonny’s large engorged prick, while the other guy spread the wiry kid’s ass cheeks and licked his crack.

The two had rough sex for several minutes, tossing and turning on each other all the while Nathan sat and watched excitedly. Nathan wanted to join in, but he felt too spent to do anything but sit there and gawk at the two.

“Do you think we could get Aaron to join us?” Nathan asked the two.

“I don’t know, but I would love to get him into this bed,” Logan replied standing up and getting dressed. “I would love to suck his cock!”

“You would suck anyone’s dick, Logan…” Jonny replied.

“Only if they were hawt. And, man, I think Aaron is nerdy hell hot!” Logan shot back.

Jonny got up as well and put on his clothes. “I know Aaron doesn’t have a girlfriend. He spends a lot of time with his friend Jesse. They are constantly talking about their online games they play. I am unsure if he is sexually active or not.”

Nathan was the last to get his clothes on.

“Next week we can try and see if he is interested?” Nathan made his way back to the living room and sat down in one of the folding chairs.

“What are you going to do, ask him?” Jonny mused.

“Maybe you could do a little live gaming with him,” Logan said putting on his baseball cap and putting his things in his backpack.

“Well have some tack, I like Aaron and I wouldn’t want to offend him or piss him off. What we got going is pretty good, I think, and no sense rocking the boat.” Jonny put his stuff away and got ready to leave.

“I agree with Logan I think Aaron is really hot. Hot, in that nerdy kind of way. I would like to see how he fucks in bed,” Nathan said.

“So the plan is to find out if he is gay by next week. Logan can you discreetly find out by then?”

“What am I suppose to do, ask someone?” Logan asked incredulously.

“Well don’t be obvious, but you go to the same school as Aaron does. There must be someone you know that might be a bit wiser to that question.”

“You ready to go Logan, I will drop you off at your house before I go to the gym.”

“Yup. It’s been fun Nathan. I wish we could stay longer, but Jonny and I will be in touch.”

Chapter Three

“Hey guys thanks for getting over for another night of Troubles and Treasures! Nathan said sitting down at the end of the table and inviting the other three guys to join him.

“We’re looking for a night of fun, for sure.” Replied Jonny as he got out his gaming stuff.

“Yeah, I cannot wait until tonight, Logan said.

Both Jonny and Nathan gave him a dirty stare but said nothing.

“Oh, is there something going on tonight? Aaron asked.

“He means the climactic battle that we have every gaming session. Who knows what monsters lurk in the dungeon of Azaroon’s maze?” Nathan spoke in an eerie demeanor.

“Oh, then I can’t wait either. I am so geeked that I am almost up to 5th level as a wizard. My next level spells are incredible.” Aaron told Nathan as he got out his character sheet, dice, pencils, and figurine.

“From last week, you three had been camping in the destroyed lizard mans’ cavern. Roughly forty feet by sixty feet long this ancient catacomb of rock and lichen was the throne room of the lizard king. You guys had bested his guards and then killed the king, reaping the rewards of 500 gold, a magical sword, and four ancient books of magic.” Nathan told the group of guys as he hid behind the DM screen. He rolled some dice, but really did not look at the numbers – it was just for show.

“I cast my magical cantrip of Know on the sword. I am looking for its True Name.” He said to the Treasure Master. Turning to Jonny, “With the True Name we can figure out what magical properties it has.”

“Awesome, Aaron, thanks. My character would love to have a magical sword.”

“I can help out too,” Logan chirped in, “I can cast Divine Item, which will also help in figuring out what magical abilities it has.”

“Great teamwork, guys, I reward each character 100 extra experience points. Through the use of Know and Divine, you determine the sword to be a +2 long sword with an additional +1 against lizardmen.”

“Awesome, now we’re set to fight any more lizardmen. Although after killing 10 of the buggers, I don’t know how many might be left over in this dungeon.” Jonny mused.

“I cast Cure Critical Pain on Aaron’s character, he was down in hit points from last week” Logan told Nathan.

“Thanks, I owe you one.” Aaron erased his old hp score and jotted down his new total.

Logan smiled, “I am sure I can figure out a way for you to pay me back.”

Nathan and Jonny gave Logan another serious look but continued to say nothing.

The Treasure Master fluttered some pages from behind his screen and continued with his description of the room that the three adventurers were lurking. He took out a map and laid it on the table, roughly drawing in grease pencil the layout of the room. There were two exits out of the chamber, one from the north and the other to the east. The adventurers had arrived in the room from the north, fighting several advancing guards of lizardmen until they faced the king in his throne room. There after a pitch battle, they dispatched the king and his minions.

“We better set up camp here for a while. Everyone needs to rest and the spell casters need to relearn their spells.” Jonny told the group, moving the figurines around in a circle and drawing a small fire pit with the pencil.

“Good idea. I want to have a chance to examine the four tomes to see what they are.” Aaron told everyone.

Logan got out his dice and started fidgeting with them again. He laid his phone next to his character sheet but did not look at it. “I am going to meditate and see if I can get some mana points back.”

“Okay so the group settles down for a few hours of rest. The Wizard relearns his spells and the Priest gains back 5 mana points. The warrior stitches his wounds closed and with the help on a few clerical cantrips he can recover all of his hit points.” Nathan jotted down figures in his notebook and looked over his notes. He rolled some dice seeing if any random encounters occurred, but the numbers came back negative.

“The night passes, or what you believe to be night, since you can’t see the stars and have no way to determine time, but anyway …. You guys rest for several hours and then are ready to move on.”

Jonny lined up the figurines in marching order with the warrior up front then the wizard and finally the priest. He put them by the door leading out of the chamber of the lizardmen.

“Ready to leave the room and check out what is next.” Jonny told Nathan.

“You three enter a long hallway ending in a great archway. Beyond is a thirty-foot by thirty foot chamber of cut and finished stone. In the center of the room is a raised dais of hewn timber, mounds of down filled brightly colored pillows cover it. Hundreds of candles are lit around the room, reflecting off highly polished shields which adorn the walls.

In the center of a room is a Lesser Succubus grimly smiling at the group. She says, ‘Welcome to my abode adventurers, prepare for a night of debauchery and depravity.’ Nathan arches his eyebrows and rolls some dice.

“Do we roll initiative?” Logan shouts as he gathers his dice in his hands.

“Not just yet. She hasn’t made any hostile moves toward you and she seems very relaxed.” Nathan replied from behind his DM screen.

“I don’t waste any time, as I know what she will do. I charge in drawing my new magical sword.” Jonny tells the DM.

“You take a few steps into the room before you are hit with an immersive deep force locking your feet to the ground.” Nathan places a red chip under Jonny’s character – “You are held in place. Make a Magic Saving Throw.”

Jonny rolls a d20 and generates a pathetic value of 4!

“You are held!” Nathan said shaking his head and looking at the other two players. “What do you do?”

“I try and cast a spell.” Aaron quickly tells the DM.

“What spell?”

“Magic Spears….”

“Go ahead and roll your 3d6 damage”

“I scored a rotten 2, 4, and 1 for a total of 7 points of damage.”

“The magical spears appear to fly out and strike the monster. She recoils, rivulets of blood running down her cold naked skin.”

‘You’ll pay for that magic one’ Nathan hissed sounding evil and sinister.

“She out stretches her hands and makes a magic sign. Make me a Magic Save.”

Aaron rolled a d20 and got an 18!

“Yes! Made it!” Aaron whooped excitedly.

“You are not enchanted with her magic sigil. Good job!”

Nathan turned to Logan, “Now it’s your turn little elf. She makes another hand gesture and points it at your character.”

Logan rolls a d20 but gets a 5. “I failed! What does she do to me? Logan gulped looking wide-eyed at Nathan.

“You have an urge to rip your clothes off. You do so, and throw away your staff and robes, reveling in your nudity. Now, you have a deep desire to kiss anyone near you, to get physical with anyone…very amorous.”

“I run over to Aaron’s character and kiss him, running my hands over the wizard’s body”

“You really are getting into this!” Aaron laughed at Logan, and then turned to Nathan. “I push the elf off from me and in that moment, I try to cast another spell.”

“Okay, although the elf is alluring with his 16 Appearance score, he is not real strong with a Strength of 8.”

“I shrug off the elf’s advances, and I cast my spell. Casting another Magic Spear.”

“I try to break free from my magical binding,” Jonny cut in getting impatient.

“Okay both of you can roll your dice – Aaron your 3d6 and Jonny your saving throw d20.”

Aaron rolled a 6, 5,and 5 for a total of 16 points of damage.

“The damage inflicted almost kills the succubus. She falls back on the dias grabbing her heart. She wails out a song of depravity, generating swirling clouds of magical energy.”

Jonny rolled a 6—still not good enough to break the enchantment tying his character to the ground.

“Let me kiss you,” Logan said. “I am trying my best to role-play what my character is feeling.”

“I understand, and good job, I give you a bonus of 100 experience points.”

“What about the elf’s advancement’s Aaron? What do you do with the priest”?

“I push him back again, “Get a hold of yourself you lousy elf…” Both players laugh as they entangled the two figurines together.

“Oh, you know you want to do me.” Logan told them DM but looked at Aaron.

“Dammit, I need to break free of these magical bindings. I roll again to break free.”

Jonny rolled a critical 20! Breaking free of the bonds that locked his character down. “Finally! With my feet free, I leap to the dais and slash at the monster with my sword.”

Jonny rolled another 20! A critical hit with his sword, doing double damage. Jonny rolled his damage dice of 1d8 for a total of 7…. double damage because of the critical and it scores a 14.

“That’s enough to kill the lesser succubus. Great battle guys.” Nathan told the players. The DM removed the monster’s figurine from the battle matt. Placing a figure of an open treasure chest filled with gold and gems.

“Oh what happens to my elf, is he still hot for Aaron’s character?”

“Why yes he is…the enchantments take a while to fade.”

“Well then, I grope Aaron’s wizard. Giving him a good tonguing.” Logan turned back to Aaron and placed his figurine back on top of the other.

Aaron looks flummoxed for a minute, “Well I guess my character could be pan sexual, and his elf is pretty hot looking with 16 Appearance. I kiss him back. What happens?”

“The two are locked in a passionate kiss.” Nathan tells the players. “What happens next is really up to you two guys. If you want, you can discuss this amongst yourself in my bedroom and when you decide what you want to do come back out to the table.”

Logan and Aaron get up from the table, bringing their characters and dice with them.

“We’ll be right back,” Aaron told Nathan.

The two guys waited out in the living room for several minutes. Finally, Jonny told Nathan, “The door is closed and I can’t hear anything, should we go check on them?”

“No need, I have a high def camera installed in my bedroom, I can see what is going on in there at anytime from my phone or TV.”

“Nice! High def? 1080p?”

“Yup. Watch this,” Nathan turned on his TV and flipped to the apps page. Double tapping the program, the screen flashed for a second then revealed his bedroom in high definition.

There laying on his bed was Aaron, spread eagled and clutching the bed linens while Logan savagely gave him a BJ.

“Wow! That is high def.” Jonny said.

“I can see the golden hairs on Logan’s sweet peachy ass.” Nathan mocked.

Nathan and Jonny watched the two entangle themselves in the bed linen, making love and having carnal sex. Jonny reached across Nathan and grabbed his cock, massaging it as it grew in size.

“ugh! Oh that feels so good,” Nathan moaned as he lulled his head to one side and slid down on the couch. Jonny followed him, his other hand easing under the TM’s T-shirt and pulling it off.

Logan rolled Aaron over on his stomach, running his hands down his side and grabbing his thighs. Reaching around, he grabbed his cock. Holding it in place, he steered the man’s ass up to his dick and slipped it in. Rocking back and forth, the bed creaked under the savage thrusting of Logan’s legs; the beating thwacking of his penis into Aaron’s virgin ass reverberated in the small bedroom.

Nathan still watched the two on his TV. “God! They are so hot together.”

“We can be just as hot,” Jonny said softly into Nathan’s ear, peeling away his clothes and throwing them behind the couch. He lifted Nathan up and over his crotch, pushing his cock into his ass. He thrusted his dick in and out of Nathan in unison to the guy bouncing up and down.

As Nathan rocked on Jonny’s cock as he watched the two in the other room. Aaron was getting his hard in the ass, but holding his own. Nathan felt Jonny’s massive dick thrust deep inside him. He remembered from last week when he gave him a BJ how long and massive it was. The feeling deep inside him made gurgle, almost growl in erotic enthusiasm.

“Look, they are trading places.” Jonny whispered.

Nathan watched the TV with rapt attention, as Logan swung on his back and brought both legs up into the air. He took his hands and spread his legs, inching his ass up as high as he could manage. Aaron beat his dick with his right hand and ran his left hand up and down the soft cheeks of Logan.

“Let’s switch too…” Cooed Nathan.

“Okay, I want you to fuck me anyway.”

The two changed positions, with Nathan on the bottom and Jonny on top. The later guy spread his legs and let Nathan slide in with this sweet meat. Nathan wrapped his hands around the waist of Jonny throttling his cock as hard as he could push into his ass. He was met with a satisfying groan of simple pleasure.

With each thrust of his cock, Jonny groaned and yelled at the feeling of six inches of cock sliding up his puckering ass. “Oh God! Don’t stop.” Jonny’s mantra echoed off the walls of the living room.

“Logan, I want to go so deep inside you. I want to satisfy your every need tonight.” Aaron groaned.

“You have! You have!” was all that Logan could say as the other youth thrust deep inside him.

The night’s adventure ended with the biggest treasured prize that any of the guys could have imagined. And it was just the start to the long adventures deep inside Aazroon’s Maze as well as into each other.

The End