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Jake was buzzing with excitement. Forcing his clothes into a small bag to avoid luggage fees. After a long wait, he was finally on his way to visit his girlfriend in Australia. ‘Look after the place, right, youre getting it for free’ he grinned’. 

His apartment was incredible, right in the centre of town, rooftop garden, view of the city. I was lucky to have the use of it for the summer.

Jake was only a day gone when he messaged me: ‘sorry to do this to you, my ma has asked my cousin Michael to stay, he won’t be a bother bro, he’s our age, 20, in town for some training thing. Can’t say no, ma is the boss, sorry bro’.  

I couldn’t complain the place was so big, I probably wouldn’t even notice Michael, or maybe he would be cool and we could hang out?

The first glimpse I got was on WhatsApp. ‘hey it’s Jake’s cousin, Michael, ok to come over tomorrow at 3?’ His profile pic stunned me. A seriously hot lad flexing in the gym. I kept looking at it all night. I wished I could find his social media but I didn’t know his second name.

I waited near the door all afternoon, desperate to see Michael in the flesh. The buzzer sounded: ‘ It’s Michael, let me in?’ He sounded rough, gravelly, authoritive. He strutted in, 6 foot of solid muscle, tight green gymshark t shirt, black shorts, white and blue trainers. He grinned ‘hey‘. I thought ‘handsome fucker, doesn’t look twenty but he is, then again nice manly stubble’.

Michael was handsome, dark hair, built, green / grey eyes, broad grin, imposing. ‘dont mind my smell you will get used to it‘, he joked.

He wasn’t exaggerating, he smelled like a locker room, strong sweaty odour but incredibly hot. ‘got a beer, I seriously need to unload?’ ‘ Yeah sure, sorry, sit down there, I’ll grab you one’.

Michael took the bottle, knocked it all back, like he was craving a drink, let out a belch and asked or another.

By the time I was back from the fridge he was out cold on the sofa. I figured he was exhausted after the long flight. I tried to make him comfortable, grabbing a cushion for his neck and a throw to cover him.

Untying his laces was challenging. Michael’s ankles and calf muscles were were thick, muscular, hairy. His foot smell powerful and erotic, his socks damp with his jock sweat, the body heat in his trainers a turn on.

That’s when I knew this was going to be a rough summer. How could I spend months with this package of temptation? Already I was fighting an urge to take his socks to my room and wank.

I did the right thing. I covered him, made him comfortable and went for a run. Even after a cold shower, I was still aroused, Michael’s alpha smell was everywhere.

I kept to my room, I couldn’t go anywhere near him, I just got hard looking at him, smelling him, listening to him snore. Maybe tomorrow would be better. He would wash, maybe he wouldn’t look so hot?

I couldn’t help it, as soon as I hit my bed I jerked thinking of him. The second I touched my cock head, it buzzed. Buzzed like an electric shock and then the deepest rhythmic orgasm, right from my balls, up to my stomach, my whole body shivering and me, wet with cum.

It must of been around 5.30 in the morning, it was dark, I heard a banging downstairs. ‘What the fuck? I was kind of scared, did someone break in, maybe It was just Michael, awake, unfamiliar with his surroundings?

It was definitely coming from the living room. Slowly I opened the door. There he was naked on the sofa, in all his glory, covers thrown off.

The gods were generous, a beam of moonlight lit him up and what a fucking amazing work of art he was.

Thick, muscular legs spread wide, meaty thick balls, fist clenched tight holding a meaty cock, trying to contain the monster as it raged. Grunting, shaking aggressively, the sofa bouncing off the floor. It was as though Michael was wrestling his cock.

I was hard in my jocks again, feeling raw after my own jerking session, this was pushing my cock hard.

I couldn’t move, I was transfixed by Michael. His arm thickened with vascularity as he held his cock, like he was lifting a heavy weight, his pecs were popping, his abs were tight and defined. He was covered in sweat, he grunted loudly, his cum gushed out jetting into the air, hitting his face.

The room was heavy with Michael’s cum and sweat stench. I couldn’t tell if he was awake or asleep. I had to leave, before he saw me.

Loaded with precum, I was ready to erupt, halfway up the stairs it flooded my jocks. Another highly charged flow of pleasure. I landed on my bed buzzing, weakened with post orgasm seratonin. I drifted off to sleep.

It felt like a few minutes but I’d slept for hours. ‘Thud, Thud..’ the banging downstairs woke me, fuck he was at it again !

After graduating from college, Adam has a lot more time to focus on working out and pursuing his bodybuilding career. He moved town and now working as a personal trainer/fitness instructor while competing in bodybuilding competitions from time to time.

Despite being a young trainer, Adam doesn’t have any problem getting clients signing up… as his godly physique is a good credit in itself.

His good looks also catch some clients who sign up just to get closer to him… but Adam still manages to stay professional so far.

Another competition is coming up in just about a week. Adam and his gym buddies are ready for it. They have been preparing to compete for months.

The guys are at the gym, wearing nothing but their posing trunks to see their progress, helping each other improve their posing game for the big day.

They put on quite a show for the gym-goers around, handsome bodybuilders barely clothed, flexing and coaching each other in front of a wall of mirrors.

While his friends are wearing nice fitting posing trunks, Adam is wearing a black baggy poser…

His buddies hate it and often told Adam that his poser is too big, and it doesn’t look good on him… They don’t know that Adam wears baggy clothes to conceal his shortcoming, to make his tiny dick less noticeable at the very least.

The next morning, Adam has scheduled a personal session with a client named Brad…

he wears a sleeveless tight shirt and baggy gym pants over skin-tight underwear. He heads to Brad’s house which is about 30 minutes drive away from Adam’s apartment. They chatted about needing help with some home workout routines, should be an easy and breezy morning for Adam…

He arrives at the address stopping by the front gate, he is amazed by the size of the house,

high-fencings all around and it has a long driveway leading from the front gate to the house, Adam is about to send a message to Brad to gain entry to the house, but the gate suddenly opens for him. He drives in and parks his car in front of the house then walks to the front door.

He doesn’t have to ring the doorbell as someone opens the door for him as soon as he’s at the door.

“good morning, Adam” a boyish-looking young man greeted Adam with a big smile on his face.

Adam was surprised, he couldn’t believe his eyes… it’s Jimmy, his younger little nerdy roommate from college.

It’s been 3 years since the last time Adam saw Jimmy, he must be 22 by now, still pale, short, and very skinny. Standing before Adam, Jimmy’s height is just about Adam’s lower chest.

He remembers that Jimmy has a huge cock, the same cock that Adam has drunkenly taken down his throat 3 years ago.

“J-Jimmy?…” Adam asked with clear uncertainty in his voice.

Jimmy nods while still smiling.

“What are you doing here?”

Adam asked Jimmy, extremely curious of how or why Jimmy is here at his client’s house when Jimmy’s supposed to still be at his college, a flight away from this town.

“Just wanted to see an old friend… It’s been a while…You are so much bigger now”

Jimmy answered while eyeing Adam up and down.

“T-Thanks, you’re still ah… small” Adam responded awkwardly.

“… but how did you find me?” Adam asked.

Jimmy chuckles before answering…

“Social media, Adam… your gym’s name was all I need… personal trainer, huh?… it suits you”

Adam is a bit uncomfortable, Jimmy sounded like a stalker just then.

“Why don’t you come inside?” Jimmy said while turning around.

He leads Adam into the house… Adam looks around the luxurious house while walking in…

very high ceiling, big glass wall windows, everything is spotless and looks expensive.

“So, Jimmy… Do you know Brad?… Where is he?”

Adam asked realizing what he was here for.

“He is not here…” Jimmy answered.

“um… why not, I was just chatting with him” Adam is confused.

“Oh, that was me… I borrowed his phone… and his credit card… and his house…”

Adam thinks that sounds fucking sketchy, unsure if Jimmy is joking or not.

“What was that supposed to mean?” Adam asked curiously.

Jimmy giggles at Adam’s cluelessness.

“Why don’t we start doing what you’re here for?… home workout, remember?”

Jimmy brushed off Adam’s question

He then leads Adam through the house to the poolside, where there’s plenty of space and weights laying around.

“Here’s a good spot… don’t you think?” Jimmy asked and Adam nods in response.

“So, let’s get started…” Jimmy said.

Before Adam could mutter a word to explain the routines he’s planned, Jimmy asks…

“Can you show me how to do push-ups?”

Adam guesses that a scrawny boy like Jimmy might not know much about exercise.

Remaining professional, Adam decides to show him…

“… alright” Adam gets down and starts demonstrating while explaining how to do it properly.

Jimmy just keeps saying “ah-ha… ah-ha”…It’s obvious that Jimmy doesn’t really care about what Adam’s saying. He is more interested in seeing Adam’s muscles work, he’s eyeing Adam’s arms and shoulders, without a worry about Adam noticing.

“keep going…” Jimmy said, low-key almost sounding like an order.

He starts strolling slowly in circles around Adam while looking down admiring his body.

Adam thinks something is up but he keeps doing push-ups as he’s told anyway.

“So, Adam… Any girlfriend?…” Out of the blue, Jimmy started asking a personal question.

When Adam was in college, he was a popular jock, no one had a clue that Adam is actually gay. Jimmy has been curious about Adam’s sexuality since the day drunk Adam blew him off.

Adam answers “…no”

“…any… boyfriend?” Jimmy asked with a naughty smile.

Still being in the closet, Adam looks uncomfortable hearing such questions, This is the first time someone ask him something like this.

He just shakes his head in response instead of answering ‘no’

Jimmy smiles to himself, seeing Adam’s reaction is already enough to confirm his suspicion,

he is now sure that Adam is gay.

Jimmy notices Adam starting to breathe heavier by all the push-ups he’s been doing.

He stops strolling and stands right in front of Adam, telling him to stand up… They stand face to face, looking at each other in the eyes. While Jimmy is smiling and having fun, Adam is seen breathing in and out, puffing up his chest in the process.

“Take your shirt off” Jimmy commanded.

“… What the hell do you want, Jimmy?…”

Adam asked, visibly annoyed, knowing Jimmy is up to no good…

“I want YOU… … to do some squats shirtless”

Jimmy naughtily answered, while poking on Adam’s puffing chest with his index finger.

Adam notices the sexual tension going on, an image of Jimmy’s giant cock suddenly pops up in his head. His tiny dick twitches in his skin-tight shorts under the baggy pants, he wants to see it again, he wonders if it has gotten any bigger now 3 years later.

Adam do as commanded, takes off his shirt, and throws it aside while clenching his abs for Jimmy to see…

“Wow… you are so sexy, Adam” Jimmy is impressed by Adam’s ripped body.

Jimmy reaches his hand up to grab and squeeze Adam’s huge firm pecs then runs his hand down caressing his solid abs.

Adam grunts softly as his dick twitches again by the touch of Jimmy’s soft hand.

“go on…” Jimmy said after letting go of Adam, suggesting he begin squatting.

Adam follows the command, this time he doesn’t explain how to do the exercise as he realizes that Jimmy doesn’t really care.

Jimmy walks around Adam to admire him from the back.

“What are you wearing under?” Jimmy asked.

“short tights…” Adam quietly answered

“mmm… let’s see it” Jimmy casually said.

Adam is hesitant to take off his baggy pants, he knows his tiny dick is hard right now, and it will be clearly visible under his tight underwear, but he decides… ‘fuck it’ and do as he’s told thinking if he’s gonna expose his tiny dick to anyone, it should be Jimmy.

Adam begins striping to his underwear while Jimmy watches from behind.

His short gym tights leave almost nothing to the imagination, every curve and every crack is hugged tightly from front to back.

“You’ve got a really nice ass”

Jimmy complimented while admiring Adam who keeps on squatting, showing his big muscle ass in action.

Jimmy starts circling around to the front, Adam grows more and more nervous as Jimmy is about to see his short penis outline. He stops right in front of Adam and tells him to stop squatting.

Adam reluctantly stops, he stands up straight while panting lightly from the workouts.

So nervous, he can’t even look at Jimmy in his face.

His tiny dick is strapped in place at 12 O’clock under his tights,

Its size, its length, and its shape are easy to be determined.

his dick twitches again, only this time, Jimmy can see it move.

Jimmy is flashing a big smile right now, he walks closer to Adam and gropes his little dick without warning.

Adam reacts to the sudden move and couches down lightly to push his crotch backward.

“to be honest… I wasn’t expecting this from a big guy like you…”

Jimmy said while stroking Adam’s small dick inside his tights with 2 fingers.

Adam’s face turns red, he is so embarrassed, but he’s so turned on from having someone else playing with his dick for the first time.

Jimmy pulls Adam’s underwear down to his thighs, revealing Adam’s tiny twitching dick… Jimmy smiles…

“So, this is why you wear baggy clothes, isn’t it?”

Jimmy asked while looking up at Adam’s blushing red face.

Adam nods shyly in response while still looking away, avoiding eye contact…

Jimmy continues pulling all the way down, taking off Adam’s last piece of clothing on him,

leaving the bodybuilder fully naked, before standing back up…

“on your knees…” Jimmy commanded.

A hundred things went through Adam’s mind by hearing those words from Jimmy…

His heart is pounding as his excitement is going through the roof,

completely abandoning all the tough-guy acts…

He eagerly gets down, looks up to Jimmy’s face like a patient dog awaiting further commands,

“Do you wanna feel my cock again, big guy?”

“… yes, sir” Adam answered.

He doesn’t know why he referred to Jimmy as ‘sir’ just now, but he felt so good saying it.

“Good boy…” Jimmy said while stroking the side of Adam’s head.

“There is one thing I need of you first…” Jimmy said.

“Anything, sir…” Adam answered, sounding desperate for Jimmy’s cock.

Jimmy giggles then bend down to get his face closer to Adam and says…

“Promise you won’t wear baggy clothes to hide your dick again…”

“yes, sir… I won’t wear baggy clothes again, sir…” Adam agreed, without hesitation.

Upon hearing Adam’s promise, Jimmy unbuckles his pants and pulls them down to his knees, showing his monster cock resting sideways under his trunks. Adam doesn’t waste any time, he dives his face tightly on Jimmy’s crotch and instinctively breathes in hard to smell the musky scent of a man he’s longed for, he nibbles on the fat cock’s outline through Jimmy’s trunks, he’s having the time of his life, he looks exactly like a bitch right now but he doesn’t care anymore.

He realizes by the softness that it’s still just semi-hard, ‘holy shit’ is what going on inside his head, it’s even bigger than he remembers.

Jimmy tells Adam to get it out with his mouth, Adam follows order eagerly, he bites and pulls the trunks down just far enough to release to the beast.

The thick cock twitches out, swatting Adam right across the side of his face,

he retaliates by putting its tip in his mouth. The warmth of a cock is bringing him back…

it’s what he’s been missing all these years, he sucks and slurps on it while moaning constantly.

His tiny dick is throbbing and twitching, oozing a trail of pre-cum down to the ground.

“… just the tip?… come on… I know you can do better than that”

Jimmy teased Adam, challenging him to go deeper.

Adam opens his mouth as wide as he can, trying to do as ordered, pushing his head in further and further… but just about over halfway through, he gags hard and starts choking,

pulling his head out, and starts coughing with teary eyes.

“I knew you’re not ready… what a shame…”

Jimmy said, visibly disappointed while pulling up his pants, tucking his cock back inside.

Adam is confused, he looks like a sad puppy while watching Jimmy’s cock suddenly get tucked away…

“w-what!?… p-please, Jimmy… I’ll do better” Adam begged for another chance.

“Y-You can force me in, whatever it takes, I can take it… please!…”

Adam continued begging almost sounding like he was about to cry.

“… maybe I’ll consider it, if…” Jimmy continued teasing poor Adam.

“I’ll do anything, sir…” Adam said with pure determination.

“You can start by showing me you are strong enough…” Jimmy said with a scary smile.

Jimmy then tells Adam to do push-ups again, Adam immediately gets in position and starts pumping down and up fast and strong, trying his best to impress Jimmy.

Adam counts fast and loud, while Jimmy suspiciously pulling his belt out…

Adam is a bit concerned about what Jimmy’s gonna do with that leather belt of his

but he tries not to show any weakness.

Suddenly, Adam hears Jimmy whips his belt on the ground close to him, it was fucking loud… ‘fuck me’ Adam is scared but still acting tough.

The first strike lands across Adam’s back, the surprise attack caught him off guard causing the bodybuilder to stop and yelp in pain.

“You didn’t sound strong…” Jimmy scolded him.

Adam immediately holds it in, trying not to make a sound, and keeps on doing push-ups.

The second strike lands on his big tight ass, he grunts, trying so hard to endure the pain.

The third, the fourth, the fifth… Adam has lost count of how many hits he’s taken,

he’s also losing his strength, his pace is slowing down rapidly.

Adam starts questioning if this person tormenting him is really Jimmy, his timid and gentle roommate from college. ‘What the fuck happened to him in the past 3 years’ Adam wonders.

Adam’s arms are shaking, he can barely hold the push-up position, his sweat dripping all over the floor under him… Another strike finishes the job, Adam drops to the floor, grunting in pain and panting heavily.

“You did great… stand up…” Jimmy said.

Adam thought he’s failed, hearing Jimmy’s approval gave Adam a big boost.

He slowly stands up, still panting furiously.

“Go fetch…” Jimmy ordered Adam, pointing at a barbell laying on the floor nearby.

Adam quickly does as ordered… it’s a 110 pounds barbell… ‘This is easy’ Adam thinks to himself.

Coming back to stand in front of Jimmy, Adam knows the drill and assumes a squatting position with the barbell on his shoulders.

“Good boy… still hard after all that whipping, huh?”

Jimmy said sounding impressed while staring at Adam’s twitching rock-hard dick.

Adam didn’t even notice it, he can’t believe he is actually enjoying this,

the pain and humiliation excite him.

“Go on…” Jimmy told Adam, suggesting he start squatting.

Jimmy whips Adam on his chest, stomach, or his thigh every time he gets up. Even though Adam can see every strike coming, it still doesn’t make it any less painful.

Adam can do a lot more squats than push-ups but that also means he has to endure a lot more whipping…

The slapping sound of a leather belt hitting a piece of meat echoes all around the house,

along with grunting and yelping sounds from the handsome bodybuilder who is getting tormented by the skinny college boy.

Time goes by and Adam can still keep going. His body is drenching in sweat, his legs, his torso, and his ass are full of long red marks caused by the belt.

Adam’s legs are starting to tremble, he knows he can’t keep this up for long…

“My arm is hurting… you can rest now” Jimmy said.

‘thank fucking God’ Adam is so relieved hearing that, he is exhausted to the limit.

He carefully drops the barbell, gets down to his knees then on all fours, head hanging down, trying to relax and keep breathing long and hard. His whole body is trembling uncontrollably from the stress his muscles went through, even his breaths are shaking.

Jimmy walks closer to him, stroking his head softly.

Adam forces himself up on his knees trying to look up to Jimmy, still can’t stop shaking

“Did I do good, sir?” Adam asked.

Jimmy smiles and answers “You did great, big guy”

while caressing Adam’s jaw and chin, rubbing his manly beard lovingly.

“p-please give me your cock, sir… I need it” Adam begged.

Jimmy nods then pulls his pants down… his cock springs out…

this time, it’s fully hard, even bigger than before.

Adam mumbles “fuckkkk…” in awe, by the sight of the monster right in front of him…

Jimmy shoves his huge cock in Adam’s mouth and immediately starts pulling Adam’s head in further. Adam gags hard, a tear falls down his sweaty red face… but Jimmy doesn’t seem to care, he keeps pushing in… Jimmy forces in until Adam’s face clings on to him…

Veins are popping up on Adam’s head and neck, he chokes so hard he can barely breathe.

Adam taps on Jimmy’s hip lightly, letting Jimmy know he’s being too rough…

“You wanted it… take it!”

Jimmy starts face-fucking Adam relentlessly, all the way back to the tip, all the way in to the base. The exhausted bodybuilder couldn’t do anything but gag and choke on the nerd’s fat cock in his throat… Adam feels weak and helpless, eyes are watery, tears keep falling down, constantly drooling down all over his neck and chest.

Adam feels like he’s about to pass out before Jimmy finally pulls his cock out…

Adam immediately gasps for air loudly, panting fast and heavy…

Adam looks like a complete mess… so tired, he can barely keep his eyes open, mouth still dripping uncontrollably. his muscles are pumped and veiny, his lightly tanned body is now red, especially his head. his whole body is shiny and shimmering under the sunlight from being drenched in his own oily sweat.

“give me your ass…” Jimmy commanded.

Adam’s shocked, he knows his tight ass can’t stretch very wide…

his 7-inch dildo is the biggest he can take.

Staring at Jimmy’s throbbing giant cock, his dildo looks skinny compares to this monster.

“J-Jimmy, I… I can’t…” Adam pleaded with a shaky voice.

Jimmy slaps Adam hard, right across his face… The slap gets Adam’s eyes teary again…

“Give me!… Your ASS!,… Bitch!” Jimmy yelled angrily, loud and clear.

Adam is genuinely scared of Jimmy, he keeps mumbling under his breath…”fuck… fuck… fuck…” while slowly turning his ass around.

Now on all-fours, The bodybuilder arches his shredded back, reluctantly offers his big muscled ass to the skinny boy to do as he pleases.

Jimmy slaps his thick cock on Adam’s ass and rests it there… then slowly slides it down the crack, passing down and up Adam’s tight asshole, teasing him.

The anticipation is killing Adam, It’s both frightening and exciting…

his whole body couldn’t stop trembling, especially his ass …

Adam’s ass jumps a little just by the touch of Jimmy’s hand…

Jimmy gets both of his hands on Adam’s waist… he grips it tightly before slowly pushing his cock in Adam’s ass…

Adam breathes in and out super fast, the pain causes him to clench his whole body tightly making it harder for himself.

“It’s gonna hurt if you don’t relax…” Jimmy warned.

Adam tries to calm down, but his mind is going all over the place…

the pain and the fear make it impossible for him to focus.

But Jimmy never planned to make it comfortable for him anyway…

He slams his monstrous cock on Adam’s clenching asshole,

forcing himself through, quickly dives his rod all the in.

“AHhh!…ffFFuuuckkk!…” Adam screamed.

The pain is unbearable for Adam, he feels like Jimmy is splitting him in half,

he can’t help but keep screaming and moaning from the painful pleasure.

Jimmy starts pounding Adam’s muscled ass roughly…

Having a cock so deep in his ass feels so strange for Adam,

how can something so painful feels so good, he wonders.

Jimmy’s hip slapping on his meaty sore ass sends Adam over the edge.

The pains are slowly disappearing, it doesn’t take very long for Adam to start thrusting his ass back and forth against Jimmy’s thrust…

Adam’s moans are getting louder… ‘oh fucckkkk… oh ffffuuck…”

Jimmy notices Adam clenches his ass tighter and more often.

his dick twitches more constantly,

he tilts his head down noticing a pool of pre-cum under his dick.

“ffffuucckkk!….” Adam moaned loudly, while his cum starts dropping down from his throbbing little dick.

The small nerdy boy fucked the cum out of the handsome bodybuilder…

Adam couldn’t believe he just cummed hands-free by getting fucked…

He feels pathetic… he feels like a bitch… and he is loving it so much…

His last drop falls on the floor, Jimmy’s cock milked him dry…

but Jimmy doesn’t seem to be slowing down…

Being so tired, Adam bends down…

laying his huge puffing chest flat on the ground while keeping his ass up.

Still enjoying getting fucked, keeps moaning in pleasure.

“You muscled bitches are all the same…” Jimmy said, still fucking Adam…

“popular jocks, huh?… thinking you are more of a man than everyone else?…”

Jimmy starts fucking Adam even faster

“act like I don’t exist… but once they know about my dick, suddenly I’m mattered…”

Jimmy slows the pace down but puts all his might in every thrust…

Adam couldn’t help but yelp in response to every push.

Jimmy pulls his cock out of Adam’s ass… Adam’s hole that was so tight is now gapping loose.

Jimmy lifts Adam’s leg, flipping him over on his back, now facing him…

He pushes both of Adam’s legs with each hand, raising his ass up before diving his cock in again, fucking Adam even harder than before.

Adam couldn’t think straight, Jimmy is fucking him too hard that the only thing Adam could do is grunting in pain.

“You ignored me the whole year, and now look at you…”

Jimmy said while his eyes are getting watery, seems like he’s gonna cry.

Adam is so fucking confused… he doesn’t know what to say, he just lies there and takes it…

Jimmy suddenly gets up, and sits on Adam’s chest…

“I’m gonna do what I missed the last time…”

Jimmy said angrily while getting a good hold of Adam’s head then pulls it up.

Jimmy shoves his cock in Adam’s mouth… Adam could feel it pulsing and throbbing crazily…

He is sure Jimmy is going to explode in his mouth, this time, Adam’s determined to take it.

He feels the warm liquid oozing out in his mouth…

It doesn’t taste like anything Adam’s ever come across,

but it feels so sensual by simply having it in his mouth.

Jimmy pushes in deeper and lets out another big load.

Adam gulps it down as much as he can, but Jimmy just keeps on cumming,

Adam feels like his stomach is getting filled up to the brim.

Some slips off of his mouth, making Adam looks sloppy

with cums all over his beard and chin, running down to his neck.

Finally, it feels like Jimmy has stopped cumming.

Adam still keeps sucking on Jimmy’s cock, cleaning it up nicely…

Jimmy pulls his cock out… still sitting on Adam’s chest.

Both of them stare at each other for a while.

Adam still panting, sees tears forming in Jimmy’s eyes…

“Jimmy…” Adam softly said, wanting to talk to him…

Jimmy turns his head away and gets up quickly…

“get the hell out of my sight…” Jimmy told Adam, without even looking at him,

then walk away into the house, disappearing up the stairs…

Adam is left lying on the ground… he is exhausted, his whole body is sore including his jaw and his asshole…

He needs some time to rest and gather some strength back first before he can leave…

Adam thinks about what Jimmy said…

Jimmy had a huge crush on Adam when they lived together…

After Adam gave Jimmy a blowjob, he made Jimmy pretend as nothing happened…

That must’ve been really rough for Jimmy…

Adam starts to feel like he’s the reason that caused the once harmless little Jimmy to became such a brutal guy…

Adam gets up on his feet, Tries his best to rubs the cum off of his beard, puts on his underwear before deciding to set out and find Jimmy before leaving…

Adam gets to the 2nd floor, he walks to the bedroom where he sees Jimmy sobbing on the bed…

“…hey” Adam quietly said.

“What are you still doing here!?… I said OUT!”

Jimmy yelled at Adam while throwing a pillow at him…

Adam just stands still.

“I Said!… Get Out of My Sight, Bitch!”

Jimmy yelled again while starting to cry.

Adam is still not going anywhere…

Jimmy gets up and quickly walks up to Adam, starts hitting him, while crying profusely,

yelling… “Get out!… Get Out!”

Adam easily overpowers Jimmy and holds him so tight he can’t move,

forcing Jimmy to sit down together with him…

Adam hugs Jimmy while keeps saying “I’m sorry…” on repeat…

Jimmy can’t do anything but cry into Adam’s chest…

Finally calming down, Adam and Jimmy start talking and catching up for real…

Trying to get a better understanding between each other…

They spent the whole day together… before Adam went back to his place…

but unlike 3 years ago, Adam left Jimmy on a good term…

with both of them being happy… and satisfied…

I don’t even know how I’ve gotten into this position. Hari, beautiful berry-brown, lightly hirsute, trim, yet muscular body, is standing at the foot of the bed in my Garmisch hotel room—at least I think it is my room. I am watching him between my knees, my bent legs spread, my feet digging into the bottom edge of the mattress, me as naked as he is, my erection, slick from his saliva proudly rising between us, as, smiling down at me, he rolls the condom on his cock. In contrast to his slim body, he is built long and thick, and he is in full erection.

I don’t know how we’ve come to this place. There was the ice-skating show. And then there was this nice, beautiful couple, she English and he Indian. She begged off a bar crawl evening. He didn’t. And now he is leaning over me at the foot of the bed, one hand stiff armed into the mattress beside my shoulder, the other hand putting himself into position. The gold medallion on the chain around his neck is dangling before my eyes, so I take it into my mouth and suck on it. My hands reach for the bulges of his chest, pushing through the finely curled dark hair there, rubbing on engorged nipples.

I’ve never been fucked by an Indian before—impossibly thin, hard-bodied, brown as a berry, an outsized cock for a man this thin. I may not know how we got in this position, but his body is beautiful and I am in heat. I want him inside me. And he is inside me. Just the bulb of him, gently rubbing just inside me, giving me spasms of “just do it.”

“Open to me. Take me in,” he murmurs. “If you want me, open to me. Good, good.” He’s a master. He knows what’s he’s doing. No fumbling here. He is in command, me his slave.

I’m panting as I will myself to stretch to receive him. He’s already big inside me. Demanding. Stretching.

“Oh, God. Oh, fuck.”

“Yes, yes, like that, Tyler. Take it, let me in. Give yourself to me.”

The voice is soft, sing-song, the accent still with a touch of that Indian cadence I don’t like, that makes me shiver in distaste. I’ve never liked anything Indian. And yet, I’m here . . . with him. So, why now, am I . . . “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.” I turn my face to the side, the medallion slipping out of my mouth, my mouth still open, panting hard. I had no idea that an Indian could have such a beautiful body.

He’s inside me, stretching me. Big. Thick. Long. Pulsating. My hands move to his shoulder blades, fingernails digging in. I arch my back to relieve the stretch, the pressure. His cock expands and goes deeper to take up the slack. I hug his hips with my knees. He’s possessing me—fully, totally. All of my senses go, screaming, to the very center of me that he is filling, mastering. For now, this minute, I’m his.

And, maddingly, against all my prejudices, I want to be his. I want him inside me—challenging, stretching, owning.

“Yes, good. Take it, take it.”

He begins to move inside me. In and out, in and out. He buries his face in the hollow of my throat, kissing me there. My hips involuntarily move with him. My hands glide down his tightly muscled back to his buttocks and dig in there, holding him to me, inside me. He raises his chest off me, capturing my eyes with his flashing black orbs, enslaving and controlling me with his body and his eyes. He grasps my ankles, raises and spreads my legs wide, and nestles even closer into me, going deeper inside me. In and out, in and out.

I don’t remember a man ever being this deep, this big inside me. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me!”

And he does, huge inside me, pounding, relentless, virile, long lasting, mesmerizing me by singing to me in soft, rhythmic, exotic tones . . .  until he comes to climax, crying out in Hindi or Urdu or some other Indian language, tensing, shuddering, releasing, tensing, shuddering, releasing. I only now fully realize he isn’t sheathed, although he did murmur something about coupling naturally. And, at the moment, I don’t give a shit if he’s sheathed or not. He no longer is courting me; it’s all about his manhood, his release, his victory. For several seconds I am just a vessel for his seed. It’s exhilarating, strangely satisfying. Seeded—breeded—once, twice, and then again.

* * * *

“Is it all right to share the table with this couple, sir? I’m afraid we overbooked, and you have a table for four. Or were you waiting for more to arrive?”

He knew damn well I wasn’t waiting for more. He knew exactly who and how many had booked. The maître d’ of the new Casa Carioca in Garmisch, Germany, a picturesque alpine village in the embrace of the Bavarian Alps, was looking at me with hopeful eyes. No, I wasn’t expecting anyone else for this very-well-placed table in the second tier up from the ice. This was my second night coming here to moon over the athletic figures out there giving an ice show. I couldn’t decide whether to ogle the women skaters or the men, so I was doing both. I was an indiscriminate ogler—and more. For me sex was sex was sex. I would go with either woman or man, as long as they could arouse me enough to get it up. I was on vacation in Germany, taking in the Ludwig fairytale castles of Bavaria precisely because I’d become entwined with both a Christina and an Alan at home and couldn’t decide which way to lean when they demanded I choose. Everything had been fine until they’d gotten jealous of each other and each wanted me all to themselves.

I looked beyond the maître d’ and saw the couple standing there. The man was young, brown, Indian, and I gave a little shudder. I worked with Indians in New York in the translation service I worked for. They were obsequious and cloying. I felt slimy when I had to deal with them as chief of Asian services. I wanted to shrink from this one, even though he was very different from my work colleagues—handsome, well formed, exotic looking—and all gleaming white teeth in his smile at me. Beside him, the woman was beautiful in a former blonde model way, clearly fifteen or twenty years older than the young Indian man, a real fashion plate, although spending more and more hours, as the years went by, on presenting as such. She was in a beaded black dress that hung on her like she was walking the runway and that shimmered in the gleam of the spotlights roaming the room in preparation for the ice dances to start. No, I wasn’t in the mood for an Indian, no matter how handsome, or of trying to relate to a Gretta Garbo type, even though all of my attention could be directed to the ice below.

The lights were flashing. The first show was about to begin.

“Certainly, do let them join me at this table,” I said. “Seat them quickly, though, as the show is about to begin.”

The show was good, featuring Olympic ice skaters from myriad countries. The nightclub, the Casa Carioca, had been revived just in the last two years. It had its origins in the 1936 Winter Olympics hosted here in the Bavarian town of Garmisch-Partenkirchen, nearly in the shadow of the Alpspitz and Zugspitz of the Bavarian Alps. The club itself, featuring ice-skating shows, didn’t get established until 1950, after World War Two. Skaters in the 1936 Olympics had remembered how picturesque the town was and set up a world-renowned small club here to feature their ice-skating prowess and provide them some income in the off seasons for ice competition. Ice shows had run for twenty years before the club had burned down. Lately, though, in a surge of nostalgia, the club had come back to life, thanks to the efforts of such figure skating stars as East German Katarina Witt, Olympic champion from the 1980s. The club had been rebuilt on the same blueprints of the original.

Introductions were scant because the show was starting, but the couple and I spoke during the intervals, during which food and drink were being served, and, though the conversation was stilted at first, it warmed up. Myra Parker wasn’t an ice maiden at all. She was quite expressive, flirty, and witty and had an infectious husky laugh. She was English, working as a producer for BBC costume-drama television series in London. He, Hari Mehta, in his late twenties, thus somewhat the same age as I was—maybe a couple of years older—was a television actor from Mumbai, India, appearing in one of the series Myra was producing. The two were on an escape vacation from filming the interior scenes for the drama in Italy—“of all places, darling.”

They obviously, from the way they related to and touched each other, were fucking. That turned me on. I not only was bisexual; my fetish was coupling with a couple.

“Oh, no, don’t give me that look, dear,” Myra had said, accompanied by a husky laugh. “We’re long married. Has it been what, three years now, Hari? He’s not stealing me away to have his way with me, although he has his way with me quite nicely.” The look she gave me when she said this suggested she wouldn’t mind me having my way with her as well. She gave the impression, though, that all of the control in sex with a man would be hers.

We all laughed, me at least with the thought that the robbing of the cradle went the other way. But she was a good sort—and, as far as I could tell, a very good sport. Now Hari, Hari was something else. Him being an Indian, I was wary, and, yes, prejudiced, and determined to hold him off at arms’ length. But he was a hunk and a half—handsome in a way that immediately justified him being a television actor, also friendly and open, dark and sultry, with movie star looks and a fine head of curly back hair. There was still much of the Indian in him—extraordinary thinness, an accent that almost, but not quite with him, bordered on cloying, and a habit of touching whoever he was speaking to with long, sensuous fingers. With the Indians from my work, that made me feel slimy. When Hari did it, though, it was arousing.

I shared that I was American, from New York, on an exploration holiday—by myself—to take in the fantasy castles of mad King Ludwig, one of Richard Wagner’s sponsors. These included the fairytale Neuschwanstein; the upscaled Versailles on an island, Chiemsee; and his magical residential Baroque villa, Linderhof. Myra and Hari shared that that was their itinerary here as well. I was staying at the Hotel Rheinischer Hof on Zugspitzstrasse, and they were booked just down the same road at the Hotel Edelweiss.

The show was exceptional and I was in a party mood. I didn’t want the evening to stop, and, I didn’t want it to stop with Myra and Hari either. My attitude to sharing my table with them had turned around completely. I wanted to share more than that with them. Hari, at least, was in the same mood. I don’t know which of us suggested a bar crawl after the nightclub show was over. Although all smiles, Myra said she was tired and had a slight headache.

“But you boys go ahead and go. Don’t mind me. The night is too young to kill a party mood when you’re on vacation.”

And so we did, Hari and I. We kicked up our heels and sustained the party mood. Hari had party favors too and he knew of some good bars to go to. We smoked joints at one crowded bar, where a good mix of good-looking women and men shared our good mood with us and we both, Hari and I, were admired for our good looks, our conviviality, and, as two young women sitting with us on a couch declared, our good bodies and the roving of our hands—and theirs.

We did not get bogged down there, though. We moved on, eventually arriving in a basement club in a rougher part of the town, where the clientele were all men, Hari produced some pills to go with our drinks, and men, some young, some not so young, all interested, shared our good mood with us and we both, Hari and I, were admired for our good looks, our conviviality, and, as two young men sitting with us on a couch declared, our good bodies and the roving of our hands—and theirs.

The night was moving on, and I was going hazy. I have some recollection of the man on the couch with an arm wrapped around my shoulders, kissing me and unzipping me and moving his hand into my fly, while Hari was doing the same, sitting beside me, with another young man. Then there was some sensation of Hari kissing me.

And then, we were in my hotel room, Hari and I, and I was kneeling in front of him, taking his cock in my mouth. Not minding that he was an Indian at all.

* * * *

I woke up later in the night, in the dark, a body stretched out beside me—Hari’s body—and Hari’s arm slung over my chest. The next time I woke, it was light, and I was alone in bed. Most of the morning was gone. Hari had disappeared while I was in the bathroom. I’d missed the complimentary breakfast buffet but went to the dining room and had a big breakfast anyway.

I was embarrassed that I’d lost control and had gone all out the previous night. I didn’t so much feel remorse for having let Hari fuck me, although I still was a bit disgusted with myself for having given it to an Indian. I wasn’t over that prejudice yet, although Hari had been unlike any other Indian I’d ever known. But I did feel remorse that I’d let Myra’s husband fuck me. I’d liked Myra. It was Hari’s betrayal of her, not mine, but that didn’t mean I didn’t feel some guilt. I did get it on with couples, but I needed to have some disdain for them to do it comfortably. I liked both of them—if only grudgingly in Hari’s case. The only good thing about the evening was that whatever the pills had been that Hari had given me, they didn’t give me hangover. The liquor and joints slowed me down a bit, but not much, considering how wild the evening had gotten.

Whatever the embarrassment of letting myself hang out like that, at least I probably wouldn’t run into the couple again. Today I planned to go north to Oberammergau, with its Roman history and where a live passion play had been put on for centuries—every ten years since the middle of the seventeenth century as thanks to God for the village having been ignored by a plague in the region—and then to the Ludwig castles to the west of Garmisch the following day—and then on, to the east to Berchtesgaden. I’d be too busy to play with Hari again and to deceive Myra.

It already was afternoon when I got to the car rental office to pick up the car I’d reserved for the rest of my trip around Bavaria. I was filling out paperwork when Hari and Myra came in. Myra was being gushy—no questions at all about what Hari and I did until sometime before dawn after we’d parted from her at the Casa Carioca the previous evening. And Hari was being breezy, registering no hint that he had fucked me the night before. I, however, became an instant basket case and don’t know how I managed to keep Myra from realizing that something between the three of us now was completely off balance.

“You’re getting a car too?” Myra asked, as Hari saddled up to the woman at the desk.

“Sightseeing further afield than Garmisch,” I answered. “Up to Oberammergau today—a shorter trip because the day’s nearly spent. Then tomorrow it’s off to Linderhof and Neuschwanstein, I think.”

“What do you mean no cars?” I heard Hari say, and both Myra and I turned our attention to him.

“No more cars are available today, sir, es tut mir leid—I’m sorry,” the desk clerk said. She was polite, but definite. “All have been given out for today. It’s late in the day and it’s better to make a reservation beforehand to ensure we have the cars. I can get you one tomorrow morning, if you want to make a reservation.”

I had made a reservation. And I had gotten the last car for the day.

Myra looked helplessly at me. “I did so want to do some sightseeing today outside of Garmisch. I would love to see Oberammergau. If the car you’ve hired can accommodate us as well as you and you didn’t have your fill of our company last evening, perhaps . . .”

I was feeling guilty that I’d let her husband fuck me, and, yes, there was room in the car I’d hired, and there wasn’t any reason why I wouldn’t enjoy sightseeing in the company with others, so, of course I invited them to go to Oberammergau with me that day.

We had a blast seeing Oberammergau together, with Hari never giving the slightest hint about what he and I had done behind his wife’s back. That didn’t mean that he didn’t use every opportunity to touch me here and there, reminding me of having done it with both of us negative and making me shimmer at the touch—and of the memory. When we returned to Garmisch, it just seemed natural for me to suggest that we travel to Linderhof and Neuschwanstein together then next day, as well. So, I did, and they quickly accepted. We had become a threesome.

However, the next morning, it got knocked back to two of us—Myra and me.

She was in the lobby of my hotel when I can down for breakfast.

“I thought I’d provide the car today since you took us yesterday,” she said. “We’ve managed to get one rented.”

“OK,” I answered. “Where’s Hari?”

“He can’t come today. Phone calls with his agent and the ‘Agra Sunset’ production staff on his continuing role. Contract negotiations.”

These were calls he didn’t know he’d have to make today? And wasn’t Myra a producer of that BBC series? If he was in contract negotiations for “Agra Sunset,” wasn’t she, as well? I didn’t ask about that, though. “Fine. Shall I drive the car you’ve rented? Come into the dining room and have a cup of coffee while I get some breakfast.”

“Only Hari and I can drive the car. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Fine,” I said. The mention of driving and who would do it gave me pause. She was looking terrific today for a woman in her forties. Christina was an older woman too. I gravitated toward the more mature woman—when I wasn’t gravitating to dominating men.

But thinking about that made me think about Hari on top of me and inside me, and I forced thoughts of doing the same to Myra to the back of my mind.

I kept forcing it back there all day. Myra was vivacious and witty and we—I, certainly—thoroughly enjoyed sharing King Ludwig’s small residential palace, Linderhof and his mountaintop Neuschwanstein castle used so freely as inspiration for the Disney castles. Linderhof was both livable and luxurious, bringing out envy in the style Ludwig, who appeared more self-indulgent than the reported mad, lived in. Neuschwanstein, which we had to approach from the bottom of the mountain, on foot, showing that Myra possibly was more fit than I was, was the model of fantasy, having been built and designed to celebrate the bombastic composer Richard Wagner and his fantasy operas, and that never was fully finished or occupied because Ludwig was mysteriously drowned in the lake at its base before he managed to completely deplete the treasury of his princedom in constructing the castle.

Thoughts of sex with Myra couldn’t be kept to the back of my mind, though, and that they couldn’t was more her fault than mine.

Returning from Neuschwanstein, Myra turned off the road on a dirt track within sight of a small, picturesque lake, drove into a grove of trees, all the time saying nothing to my questions of what she was doing. When she stopped the car, she swiveled in the driver’s seat, lifted her skirts to show that she wore nothing underneath, grabbed my hand, and ran it up her thigh into the core of her. I had been cognizant of her flimsy skirt riding up on her well-toned legs all the time she’d been driving—and later I realized she had made every advantage of me being aroused by that.

I fucked her in the backseat of the rental car. The space was cramped, but she gave me all the help I needed to get her under me, reclining on the seat, which her back against the door and her voluminous tote bag under the small of her back, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her knees hooked on my hips, and her hands cupping my buttocks to her as, big and possessing inside her, I thrust and thrust and thrust. She clearly had often done this before. Her breasts were small, but the aureoles were large and dusky, and she made sure to take a position where I could easily free and suck on them.

Back in Garmisch, she stopped at her hotel rather than taking me back to mine.

“Come up to the room,” she said. “That wasn’t a proper fuck. We were too cramped.”

“So, I disappointed?” I said, my own insides teeming from what I’d done—not just the husband, but the wife, as well. Had I no moral grounding at all? But she was so luscious—and she initiated it all.

“Not at all,” she said. “Come up to the room.”

“Hari. Won’t Hari be there?” And then, most appropriately, “How can we do this to Hari?”

“You did it to me with Hari, didn’t you?” she said.

My blood went to ice.

“Come up to the room,” she repeated. It no longer sounded like a request. It sounded like a demand.

I followed her up to her room. Hari wasn’t there—at least at first. I was fucking Myra on the bed in a missionary, both of us naked, Myra on her back, her arms flung above her head, her hands grasping the headboard, her back and head arched, Myra laughing at the ceiling, her legs raised and spread, as I crouched between her thighs and was giving her everything I had, sucking on her upthrust nipples, when Hari entered the room and sat, in a chair, watching us. Obviously, he didn’t object to me fucking his wife and Myra didn’t object to him watching me do so. I was too invested in the fuck to stop or to particularly care. It was dawning on me that this was a game the two of them played—for their own pleasure.

I had played this game before myself. I wondered if they discerned that I had done so, or did they think this was something new for me?

Hari was smoking a joint as he watched me plowing his wife. After a while, he rose from the chair, stripped, rolled a condom on his erection—so it isn’t like I didn’t know what he was going to do—languidly moved up onto the bed, behind me, grasped my hips between his hands, mounted and penetrated me from behind, and fucked me while I was fucking his wife.

The room was going dark when I woke. I was lying on my back in the center of the bed. Myra was stretched out on one side of me, turned to me, one of her arms across my chest. Hari mirrored her on the other side of me, although his arm was across me lower, and his hand, even in his sleep, was grasping and slow stroking my cock. We all were naked. We all were spent from sex.

They didn’t seem to awaken as I extricated myself, padded into the bathroom, picking up my clothes as I moved, and took a shower. I dressed in the bathroom. When I came out, they were awake. Hari was on his back on the bed and Myra was straddled on top of him, facing him, with her arms flung back, her hands palming his kneecaps, and she was riding his cock. He was massaging her breasts with his hands. Both turned dreamy looks in my direction as I emerged from the bathroom, and they gave me small, lust-filled smiles, but they said nothing. I no longer was needed in their lovemaking—at least for now. But I had the feeling that they had a longer-term need for me, and that was confirmed in what Hari said as I was leaving.

“Check out of your hotel and come back here with your things,” he said. It didn’t seem to be a proposal. It seemed to be a command from a belief that he now was my master.

I left the room and their hotel, and went to my own hotel. From my room I called a hotel, the Edelweiss, sister hotel of the one here in Garmisch, in Berchtesgaden, two-hours-drive to the east on the German-Austrian border, but still in the Bavarian alps, and made reservations. I would think on this more, on Hari and Myra and how I fit in with their sex games, but I would continue my Bavarian vacation and I wouldn’t let what was happening here consume me. I had to separate. If this was the end of it, that was fine. This was playing with fire, a whole different dimension of sex than I had been dealing with before. They clearly didn’t want just an encounter. They wanted more. They wanted to own me. I’d been toying with bisexuality but not in this form—not a couple that wanted me to become their long-term toy.

I packed, went to my rental car, and left for Berchtesgaden.

* * * *

Berchtesgaden was known for more than being an alpine ski resort with a nearby large recreational lake, the Königsee, as well as a salt mining center, where tourists now could take a toboggan ride through the tunnels. Obersalzberg, perched on the mountain above Berchtesgaden, had been where Adolf Hitler maintained a residence, the Berghof, where he and his girlfriend, Eva Braun, spent more time in residence than anywhere else during World War Two. And above that, on the tip of the mountain, rested Kehlsteinhaus, the Eagles Nest, reached by a bronze elevator in the heart of the mountain, which served as a teahouse for the Nazi elite gathering around Hitler in Obersalzberg. Salzburg, in Austria, lay just thirty miles on the other side of the mountain, Kehlstein, from Obersalzberg.

It was in the Eagles Nest, where I was having a beer instead of tea, and, I must admit, thinking of Hari and Myra with a bit of sexual longing, that Hari and Myra caught up with me again.

“Do you mind if we have a sit with you?” Hari said, looming between where I sat, looking down into the lush Alpian foothills of Germany and the top of the escape elevator.

“No, of course not,” I answered.

“Did you check out of your hotel and do you have all of your things in your car?”

“Yes,” I answered.

There was no talk of what we’d done, the three of us—or what I’d done, separately, with either of them before that. We just talked about what we’d just seen in the Berchtesgaden and Obersalzberg area and how beautiful the Bavarian countryside was. The conversation was free and easy. I found I neither regretted nor was embarrassed any longer by having had sex with both of them. They certainly didn’t seem bothered by it.

“What a coincidence. We’re staying at the Edelweiss in Berchtesgaden too,” Hari said.

It too no more than that for him to assert his control over—his ownership of—me. I had not made much of an effort to escape them.

We fucked in a threesome on the bed in their hotel room, first Hari watching me fuck Myra and then Myra watching Hari fuck me. Hari was on his back on the bed and I was riding his cock, facing him and palming his pecs, when Myra, wearing a strap-on phallus, climbed up behind me, mounted and penetrated me with the phallus running into me above Hari’s buried cock, and the two of them fucked me together.

Myra had lain beside me, kissing me and stroking my cock, while her husband crouched between her spread thighs and fucked her. When he finished fucking Myra, Hari rolled over me to the other side, and I became the center of attention. They both kissed me on the mouth and throat while handling my erection and stroking me off, making a mutual project of me. As the three of us lay side by side, me in the middle, and, panting lightly, cooled down, Myra spoke.

“Where were you planning to go from here, Tyler?”

“I thought I’d go over into Austria, starting with Salzburg,” I answered. “And maybe on to Vienna from there.”

“Myra and I were talking about doing the same,” Hari murmured. “Perhaps we could go together, the three of us. We seem to be hitting it off well.”

“Sure, why not,” I answered. And, indeed, why not? It doesn’t have to be either/or. It can be both.

“I believe you told me you were a writer,” Hari said.

“Yes,” I am.

“We have an opening for a writer on our production crew,” Myra chimed in.

“Do you?” I asked, feeling the door of a cage closely, but, strangely, not caring.

[One Urban Dictionary definition of the sexual term “Unicorn”: A bisexual person, usually though not always female, who is willing to join an existing couple, often with the presumption that this person will date and become sexually involved with both members of that couple, and not demand anything or do anything which might cause problems or inconvenience to that couple.]

Assmunch

I woke up snuggled against Kevin like usual with my morning wood crushed into his ass. Would this fascination and peaceful satisfaction happen every time I woke up with him in my arms, I wondered? I didn’t want to ever grow bored with this, with his big healthy body, with the smell of him, his heat that was better than any blanket. I sighed in contentment.

Carol had come in during the night to wake us to say goodbye with a lingering kiss for each of us before she snuck out. She said her flight was at nine out of Austin so we wouldn’t see her before she left. My Army clock in my head told me it was a little after 0200. We didn’t ask what she’d done with Tim but I’d make sure my little brother’s head was screwed on right about it all so he didn’t get attached. Carol wasn’t for him but maybe I was underestimating him and not giving Carol enough credit for keeping him in the right lane. I trusted her not to break my brother’s heart. After all, she knew how to handle me to perfection when we were together. Still, I needed to be sure.

It turns out I didn’t need to worry at all. Tim was fine. A bit cocky and acting like he was now a full grown man after losing his virginity to a college girl, but fine.

“She was incredible.” He said to me when I asked. “I can’t believe you aren’t still with her. If she was my girlfriend I’d never let her go.”

“It’s not letting go when you both know it’s time to move on, bud.” I explained to him. “I still love her, of course. She’ll always be my first, and I’ll always love how we taught each other to be unashamed to push ourselves to be the best we could be with each other. And…”

“And what?” He asked impatiently before I could articulate after my pause.

“And she’s responsible for Kevin and me finding each other. Not our friendship, but she brought Kevin and I together completely. She’s the one who suggested I let Kevin get what he wanted so that maybe he could get over his crush on me and find a boyfriend of his own.” I laughed a little. “We couldn’t have been more wrong about how that worked out, but she’s pretty amazing. She was actually happy and excited to pull Kevin into our relationship. So tell me… did she eat your ass?” I asked him.

“Oh fuck yes… that tongue of hers. Are your balls supposed to hurt every time after sex?” He gushed.

I chuckled because I knew exactly what he was talking about. “Only when you cum hard, and over and over again. Wait until tomorrow when your whole body is sore from the workout she put you through.”

He reached down to his abdomen, then his thighs, then his ass. “Tomorrow? I’m fucking punished right now!”

“It’ll get worse, you haven’t even begun to feel the full effects. Maybe if you’re not an asshole today, Kev and I will give you a rubdown before bed.”

He smiled. Then scowled. “Don’t get any ideas, I’m straight. It’s confirmed now.”

I hugged him. “Yeah, uh huh. Me too. Totally straight.” I let him stew on that for a minute. “Don’t worry bud, we don’t want to molest you. But you’ll appreciate a massage by tonight when you have trouble climbing up the stairs. I’ll let you call it though.”

He sheepishly came to my room after we all went to bed Sunday night and asked for that massage. Kevin and I worked him over good while we got specific details about what happened with Carol. We just ignored his throbbing boner as he relived his first full sexual experience. Carol didn’t just fuck him, she took hours to teach him how to do it right. He said she finally got him to be an ‘pretty good’ kisser. He proudly told us she’d said he had a wonderful dick.

“Wow.” I said, after he told us she was okay with him shooting his load inside her. “I never got to do that.” I admitted.

“She’s on the pill, she said.” He explained. “But she told me never to do that with just anyone. You can never know when it might get a girl pregnant, and there are some girls who WANT to get pregnant by a guy so I have to be careful. And she said there are diseases, even though I know all that. But she did say a person doesn’t always know they’ve got it.” He trailed off, and I knew he was thinking about something.

“Say it bud, go ahead and ask whatever it is you want to ask.” I said.

“Are you…” he stopped. “Are you and Kevin… you know… worried about AIDS? If you’re gay, you could get it, right? You guys don’t use condoms.”

I had to admit, that caught me off guard. And it was something that did weigh heavily on me. The military only ran an AIDS test on intake, and did a full screening for everything at our periodic mandatory physicals. In fact, I should have one coming up before I reported to my next duty station. But I was pretty safe and insulated in the military. I was more worried about Kevin. And I was caught off guard again with the spike of jealousy that seized my heart at the thought he might, in a moment of weakness when we were so far apart, have sex with another man. I put that thought in the queue of things to discuss with Kevin when we had the chance.

“You know straight people can get AIDS too, right?” I asked him.

“Yeah, from sharing needles, or like that kid Ryan White who had a blood transfusion.” He answered.

“Dude! Straight people get it from unprotected sex too. You think Magic Johnson was a junkie? Fuck this stupid ass backwoods Texas town and their fucking dumb ass School Board. They should be teaching you this stuff in health class. If they aren’t teaching you about it in Health, where are you getting this information?” Even the Army told us the bare minimum about it when recruits got the ‘talk’ about STD’s.

He shrugged. “My friends. I mean, we don’t talk about it much but the news says it’s mostly gay dudes that get it.”

It was hard to blame him, I didn’t know a whole lot about it either. It just wasn’t on my radar. I had to admit I thought the same thing Tim did when I was in high school. My friends and I would joke around about it because it wasn’t actually real to us. It was something that happened to other people. None of us knew anyone that had gotten AIDS. This whole conversation was making me really uncomfortable. In 1993, we were still calling it AIDS.

“Look Tim. Kevin and I don’t get around, and we don’t plan to.” I said, speaking for Kevin. “I don’t think we have anything to worry about. But until you’re with someone in a relationship you should always be careful and wear a condom. And even if you’re in a relationship, don’t get her pregnant. Cum in her mouth, or in her ass or shoot it all over her tits.”

“I will.” He said. I wasn’t sure I believed him though. I knew what teenage boy hormones did to a guy and how sometimes your head went crazy and stupid when you were so horny you couldn’t think of anything but sex. I’d tried to explain it to Carol once, but she couldn’t understand how your brain couldn’t focus on anything rational when your body was in that state and how when you were so horny your dick wouldn’t stop bugging you and you got crazy ideas of all the things you just HAD to do with it.

Of course Tim went to school on Monday so he could strut around as a no longer virgin stud and tell all his buddies about his night with Carol. I called the ROTC teacher, MSGT Rivas to see about coming to talk with the kids in the high school cadet program about the Army. He thought it was a great idea. I wish I’d brought my battle dress uniform, my BDU’s. I loved my Class A Dress Uniform, and was really proud to wear it, but really wanted to look more tough for the other part of the plan that involved Tim’s bullies. Class A’s were pretty, but I needed tough and battle ready. I needed sleeves rolled, pants bloused in boots ready to kick ass. I wished Carol was still here, she’d be up for a little PDA with Tim to bolster his reputation.

On Tuesday morning we got ready to head to the school.

“I hate you.” Kevin said, looking at himself in the mirror. Kevin was the other part of my plan. He had a rockin’ body and I had to admit he was way sexier and more masculine looking than me. Don’t get me wrong, I felt I had a strong He-Man game goin’ on and a serious deadly soldier persona I could project. I was no Arnold or Van Damme but Kevin said the way I moved was like a stalking predator. Still, Kevin’s mass and confidence were levels above me. Like I said, he was Viking Tarzan and I needed him, no … Tim needed him to put on a good show to shut the bullies up. I knew their type, hell my former best friend in high school was exactly that type. So, Monday I took him shopping to get some clothes that would really play up how he was all man and I was impressed with the results. He was not.

“Shirt’s too tight.” He mumbled.

“My ass looks too big in these jeans.” He muttered.

“Cowboy boots?” He murmured.

“My bulge is ridiculous” He grunted in disgust. “I’m not wearing a fucking hat, I’m drawing the line.”

I smiled. “Yes, yes, yes and yes. Now do your hair in that warrior’s knot. Remember this is for Tim.”

He glared at me. Glared. “That’s the only reason I’m doing it, and you’re going to pay for doing this to me.”

‘Fuck I hope so.’ I thought. Yeah, this look wasn’t Kevin at all, but man he looked FINE! Those Wrangler jeans were so tight I could see his thigh muscles flex when he walked. His meaty ass stuck out proudly as the stretched fabric supported the weight of his large glutes, further enhanced by the heel of the Justin boots he wore. Even his track honed calves pushed the boot cut jeans to their limits. The western shirt I bought a size too small strained at every seam without a single loose thread. Grey, like his intense, beautiful eyes.

“I’m not a Kicker” he complained. Kicker was the term we used in Texas to describe a country redneck, those guys and girls who were in Future Farmers of America, who were all about farms and pickup trucks and two steppin’, huntin’, monster truck expo’s, tobacco dip in the lip, boots and Wranglers, oversized rodeo belt buckles and everything Country. It was it’s own culture here in Texas and was revered above all things.

“No, and I don’t want you to be. But you can pretend for one day.” And maybe later during…other activities. I thought. You know, as I thought about it, I realized Kevin was the type of guy who could wear anything and look good. It must be his dark, brooding looks.

The plan went better than expected. We got stares and whispers walking through the school. Escorting Tim to a couple of his classes, eating the awful cafeteria food with him at his lunch table which I admitted was just slightly better than an MRE, and running into his group of bullies in the hall. Kevin was in a suitable bad mood about ‘being dressed up like a clown’ so the pissed off look on his face played into the plan perfectly. And so did Roger Kendall when he bounced off Kevin’s shoulder thinking he could muscle his way through the three of us without stepping aside. I have no idea what he was thinking trying to shoulder Kevin like that but it backfired spectacularly. Kevin looked like he hadn’t even felt it.

“Watch where you’re going, asshole.” Kevin spat at him. Roger’s friends seemed smarter than him and stepped back to avoid a confrontation with the Army soldier and the jacked up kicker. Roger was not so smart.

“You fuckin’ watch it.” Roger sneered after he regained his balance from nearly falling.

Kevin snorted. “Watch what? Watch you nearly fall on your ass? Let’s do that.” And Kevin took a step forward.

Roger back stepped and finally his moronic brain took an assessment of what he faced. I could swear he looked ready to shit his pants. I did my best Zeus impression to give him that look that said I could dismember him with hardly any effort at all because he was so far beneath me I almost felt sorry for him. And if he hadn’t been such a pest to my little brother I probably would have felt sorry for him. This was the type of guy who had one trick – small town football jock. He wasn’t smart, had a shit personality, and was frankly less than average in the looks and body department. I suddenly realized he’d be stuck in this town for the rest of his life. His stupidity, arrogance and meanness would give him few options unless he changed. Oh, he might try to leave home and dive into a bigger pool, but he’d soon find out being the big fish in a small pond got him jack shit out in the real world so he’d come limping back with his tail between his legs to relive his high school days of the local football star and for the rest of his life he would suck on the sour reminder that he wasn’t truly anyone special. But fuck him. Killeen, Texas was littered with dumb cow turds like him who never grew past their high school popularity and spent the rest of their lives stuck in the regret that high school was the time when they peaked.

“C’mon, Kevin. This little high school boy isn’t worth your time.” I said, stressing the word ‘boy’, hoping he felt as insignificant as I thought he was.

“You’re right, Tom.” Kevin answered. “He’s just a dumb jock. They aren’t bright enough to walk in anything but a straight line.”

Roger’s eyes got wide. “You’re Kevin and Tom? You’re the fa— uh.. the…uh..”

“The what? Who are you?” I knew exactly who he was, and knew the word he was about to use but couldn’t when faced with the reality that we weren’t the little fag bitches he thought we were, but I needed to send the message that he was a nobody to us.

“Uh… Roger.” He said. God his speech was worse than the village idiot’s.

“Hmm. Yeah, don’t give a shit. Come on Tim, you have Mrs. Finlayson next, right?”

“Yeah.” Tim answered.

And when Kevin went to put his arm around Tim’s shoulder and walk away, his now hard muscles ripped his too tight shirt under the arm. It couldn’t have gone more perfectly. He’d hardly moved and was busting out of his clothes. Tim wasn’t going to have any more problems with Roger or his buddies.

“You know that guy?” I asked Tim, making my voice loud enough for Roger to hear.

Tim caught on quick. “Yeah, I’ll tell you all about him when we get home.” He said just as loud.

“Uh, Hey Tim!” Roger called as we walked away.

Tim turned his head to look over Kevins big meaty arm. “What?”

“Uh, be cool, man. Let’s hang out sometime.” I nearly laughed when I saw the desperate look in Roger’s eyes. Yeah, Tim wasn’t going to have any more problems.

We left Tim after fifth period. I’d had a great time today. The ROTC kids were good kids, and Master Sergeant Rivas’ constant scowl kept them well behaved. Do you think they teach that scowl in whatever Sergeant’s School they sent them to, or are all Sergeants just in a permanently pissed off mood? I hadn’t met a single one yet that hadn’t mastered that look. Hell, the man was retired and teaching now, but I guess the Army never leaves you. Or he didn’t want to let it go, hard to tell which.

Kevin, however, was still grumbling as we drove home. “Worse than a jock strap.” He muttered about the tight Wranglers I made him wear. “My dick’s gotta be able to move.” I smiled at him and that only darkened the storm clouds in his eyes.

“Babe, you look fucking fine as shit.” I told him. “I know you don’t like being dressed up like that, but holy fucking cow… I just want to stop at the grocery store to parade you around and watch all the women drop their panties. I don’t even care that they wouldn’t spare a glance at me. You have no idea how hot you look.”

“Don’t you fucking dare! You’re taking me home and I’m getting out of this garbage as fast as I can. I think these fucking things are buried in my ass. And these boots suck. How do guys wear this shit? And my pits are hanging out now that I’ve ripped both sleeves. You couldn’t buy me a bigger shirt?”

I smiled again. “Well, once you break ‘em in they’re super comfortable. Both the boots and the Wranglers. The shirt? Nah, that was all for me.”

He hauled off and slugged me HARD in the arm. Then he reached up and ripped his left sleeve off the rest of the way, then the right, sighing with relief as his arms were finally freed. “Sorry about the shirt.” He said sarcastically.

I laughed. “Don’t be sorry… that’s even hotter.” Did I detect a patented Kevin smirk? “But we do need to stop, sorry.” I mean, we didn’t HAVE to stop but I figured why not? I’d seen a commercial about KY lubricant, for HER, it said, and I was fascinated to try it with Kevin. So far, we’d only ever used spit or hand lotion, which was fine but I thought something really slippery might be exciting. As long as it wasn’t greasy like Vaseline… fuck… never again. Not only did it smell, but you literally couldn’t wash that shit off you. That one time I had to endure greasybutt all day at school after Kevin railed me was enough. I wondered if gay guys had some secret stuff they used for fucking. They had to. I just had no way to find out, and wasn’t sure if I would be brave enough to go where ever they sold it. My mind imagined all sorts of sordid and unsavory places.

So we did stop at the grocery store where they sold the KY FOR HER in the personal hygiene aisle near the condoms. Kevin, usually oblivious to the people around him, finally whispered to me. “What are they staring at? I look stupid. Fuck you, Tom, for doing this to me.”

I chuckled. “They’re staring because you’re the best looking guy they’ve seen all week. Dude, do you ever look at yourself in a mirror?” I couldn’t believe he had no idea. He looked like he walked out of a Chippendales Calendar, his ripped sleeveless cowboy shirt, those painted on jeans, all of it barely held in by cotton fabric that I knew everyone in here would have traded places with in a minute. His shoulders protruded round and full from the jagged holes in his shirt, his biceps and triceps in a war of which were bigger, which wasn’t helped by his obvious tension that forced them to flex unconsciously. His big meaty pecs and wide chest pulled the button holes sideways on the buttons that I swear were going to pop off any minute, I actually couldn’t believe they had lasted this long. His chest hair showed through the V of the undone top two buttons. And his bulge was ridiculous, I agreed. That was an unintended side effect. God help everyone if he got hard in those jeans, just soft and crushed it was too noticeable. Even the guys were lingering a bit too long with their looks. I caught two gawking at Kevin’s ass bouncing as he strutted down the aisle. That’s the thing about cowboy boots. If you had a naturally long stride, like Kevin, they made your ass move. And somehow joining the track team at MIT gave him that same walk every fit jock possessed. It was a sauntering ride on a precisely measured pace. Short steps were on the balls of the foot. Long steps heel to toe. His ass bounced regardless. Our checkout girl flirted with him shamelessly, smiling brightly at our purchase of the lubricant, probably thinking there was some lucky girl who was going to ride this cowboy and I saw her wink at him. I knew that signal. It screamed ‘I put out, come find out’. All of this amused me to no end, but the best part was how oblivious he was and still in his own little gear turning world in his head thinking just the opposite.

When we got home I didn’t even have the door closed before Kevin threw me up against the wall.

“If I didn’t love you I’d kick your ass!” He grunted.

I grinned.

“Oh good, you boys are home. How’d it go at school?” Mom asked from the kitchen around the corner.

“We’re not done, mommy saved you for now.” He whispered the threat. “Fine Mrs. Harris. It was good to see my old teachers, and hanging out with Tim was great.” He called to her in a perfectly normal, happy voice. He released me physically, but held me with his storm cloud filled eyes. I felt my dick swell. God, the things he did to me. I was a trained soldier, commanded a Platoon of some of the toughest guys I’d ever met, was willing to rush into battle and kill for my country, but Kevin made me feel like a soft little puppy.

“That’s good. I’m glad you’re back, I need to run to the grocery store, I forgot the beans.” Kevin allowed me to slide past him, turning his glare to follow me as I went to the kitchen to give mom and hug and a kiss. “We were just there, I wish I’d known. But we can go back.” I heard Kevin growl behind me.

“No sweetheart, you’ve been out all day. Relax, go change.” She said, turning around from the counter and smiling. “You look so much like your father in his uniform, Tom.” Her eyes glistened a bit. “Kevin, what happened to your shirt?” She asked.

“It ripped. Tom didn’t buy the right size.” He muttered.

Mom looked at me and I grinned. Mom wasn’t stupid. “You look very rugged and handsome.” She said. “I’ll be back. I’ll probably be gone an hour, but if Tim gets home before I do make sure he gets his homework done before any TV.”

“I will Mom.” She walked out through the garage and as soon as she left Kevin punched me in the chest. And not lightly. I staggered back on one foot.

“Oh, is the little soldier hurt?” He mocked me.

“No. If that’s all you got I don’t have to worry about getting hurt.” I goaded him. I think I only got to the word ‘worry’ before he slung me over his shoulder and ran up the stairs carrying me to my room.

“You want to play games?” He said roughly. He threw me on the bed and in the same motion grabbed my ankles, tore off my dress shoes, smearing their shine with his greasy paws, but I didn’t care. Then he flipped me on my stomach, grabbed me by the belt and pulled me so I was hanging off the bed, bent over. Then he laid into me with a huge whack of his hand and my ass stung like fire.

“Oh shit! Fuck that hurt!” I yelled at him.

“I thought the little soldier boy wasn’t worried about getting hurt? Shut the fuck up and take your punishment.” I swear he whacked me harder the second time. “Stay there, don’t you fucking move an inch.” He commanded in a throaty growl. I didn’t move while I heard him run downstairs then back up. He returned with my cover that I’d removed from my head after entering and put on the breakfast bar. He threw it at me. “Put it on.” He ordered in a commanding voice that sent thrills running through my entire body, centering on my ass.

I wasn’t going to argue with him about wearing your cover indoors, I just did as he told me.

He flipped me back over onto my back and snatched at my belt, undoing it and unbuttoning my trousers. Then he violently flipped me back onto my stomach and yanked them and my underwear down my ass. He didn’t care that my now hard dick was twisted painfully before it sprung free. He gave me two more hard swats which made me break into a sudden sweat and scream. Except for jumping when his hand made contact, I still hadn’t moved.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He grunted.

I hesitated. I was caught between not wanting another smack and wanting him to tear loose on my ass.

“That’s a no.” And he hit me again. You’d think it would go numb, but it hurt worse with every smack.

Then I felt something cold on the crack of my ass just before his fingers roughly slid in between my cheeks to rub my asshole. I thought he would put a finger or two inside me but then his hand disappeared and then a couple moments later I felt his huge thick cock forcing itself into me.

“Oh fuck…shit!” I cried as I felt the familiar burn of being torn open all at once.

“Yeah, you fucking love that dick don’t you soldier?” He hadn’t even paused for me to get used to the girth.

“I fucking love it.” And I did. The pain was incredible, and I was so turned on.

He smacked me on my head, knocking my cover off. “Put your hat back on, Private.”

Oh shit, I loved this Kevin. I scrambled to re-cover while he thrust into me hard and deep. I wasn’t going to tell him it wasn’t called a hat.

“That’s one.” He said, not breaking stride but letting out a groaning grunt. And I knew he’d shot his first load. He picked up steam and started really laying into me, then unexpectedly he fucked me up onto the bed using long lifting strokes, his cock and hips doing all the work to move my entire body a few inches at a time. I swear to God he was stretching my hole in ways I’d never felt before.

“Fuck yes, make it hurt, babe. Fuck my cunt.” For that, I got another smack, knocking my cover off AGAIN. “Put your fucking hat back on!” He growled. “Walking around all day like that with everyone drooling over your fine ass. You think I didn’t see how they were loving looking at you in your tight uniform that shows you off? The way that girl at the grocery store looked at you with stars in her eyes? You fucking tease! That’s two.” And he filled me up again, forcing more of his cum deep up my ass.

He pulled out briefly to flip me on my back before shoving in to the balls in one plunge.

I grunted. “You, they were staring at you like that, Kev. Even the girl.”

“Bullshit. They all wanted you, the hot American soldier in his hot uniform and a look on his face that said he could kill them with his bare hands. The way you walk, like you’re stalking prey, all smooth and deadly, just oozing sex.” He punctuated his words with hard thrusts, changing the angle repeatedly and intended to hit me everywhere inside. I felt the cum boil up from my balls and knew I was going to shoot all over my Class A’s. I couldn’t care, I didn’t want him to stop. He hadn’t undressed and seeing him plowing into me with that sleeveless cowboy shirt, the angry look in his eyes that still couldn’t hide his love for me, his muscles flexing with his exertion, his beautiful hair swaying with every thrust. “You strutted around like the King of Killeen and they all worshipped you. But you’re mine, you hear that?” And he smacked me again. “PUT YOUR FUCKING HAT BACK ON!” He yelled. This time I just held onto it, pinning it into my head. Being manhandled by him was the biggest turn on. His authority and control sent me over the edge and I sprayed cum up between us. “Fuck me, don’t stop!” I grunted in the throes of ecstasy.

“I don’t stop until I’m done, soldier. That’s three.”

I couldn’t believe he could shoot without any outward show, but the evidence was running down my ass with every thrust. He just continued to fuck into me, and I came twice more. He’d come five times and we were a mess. I lost count of how many times I got a smack on the face and my left ear was ringing. I was a mess of all the cum I shot, which he’d smeared on my face. I don’t know how many times I screamed at him to fill me with his hot nut, hoping he’d just pump it all deeper and deeper as he added more. He was an absolute animal and I loved it. I missed this Kevin. And he knew the more violently he fucked me the more it sent me into the stratosphere. And now, he was trying for a sixth, that hard to reach last ejaculation. He began really punishing my hole with hard jabs and extra deep thrusts while I lay there limp and receptive to anything he wanted to do. He was grunting with every plunge of his fat dick. We were both sweating and I made sure to keep one hand on my cover while the other grasped the back of his neck during his domination of my mouth with his tongue.

“Oh fuck, here it comes. I’m going to shoot my load in your hot straight man Army ass, Private. You want my load?” He growled

“Fuck yes, fuck it into me deep, Sir! Please cum in me again!” I begged. Somewhere along the way he’d removed one leg from my trousers and I was spread wide open for him like a Thanksgiving turkey, I’m sure at this point my ass looked like the open cavity ready to get filled with stuffing.

“That’s right, Private. This hole is for MY dick, MY cum. You can fuck your friend Addison or Zeus with your dick, but this belongs to ME, you got that? No one touches this except me. No tongue, no finger, no dick gets near this perfect, hot Army ass.”

“It’s yours, Sir.” I gasped. He was so deep in me, I was so sore but it felt amazing. That was a promise I easily made. No one could do to me what Kevin did in his various moods. I had it all with him.

He began a series of long, low grunts. “Ah fuck! Oh fuck! Take it!” And I knew he finally reached his sixth. He kissed me roughly. “I love you, I don’t want to share you.” He moaned while he spewed out whatever nutjuice was left into my destroyed hole. He finally stopped moving and lay on top of me, panting. “Fuck, you’re amazing.” He said into my ear. “You just don’t care what I do to you, do you? You’ll take anything I do to you.”

I kissed his neck. “Anything, babe. You know you won’t break me. I love it all, but only when you’re the one doing it. It wasn’t just sex talk in the heat of the moment. You’re the only one I want in my ass.”

He took a deep breath. “Mmmmmm, I like that. I love knowing my dick’s the only one that does it for you. You make me feel like a man, babe. Like a big, strong, real man.”

I chuckled. There it was again, one of the things I loved about him, that he didn’t see himself the way everyone else did. “You ARE a big, strong, real man, Kev.”

“Sorry about your uniform. Do you really think I look good like this?” He asked.

“Yeah, bud. You look really good, people couldn’t stop staring at you. Don’t worry about the uniform, I’ll wash and iron it tonight.” I answered.

He nuzzled my neck. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks, Tom. I only care what you think.” He licked my cheek. “Oh wow, you taste like your cum. That’s so hot.” He bathed my face with his tongue, trying to lick off all the now dried jizz he’d smeared on me during his brutal pounding fuck. His warm wet tongue felt incredible.

“Wow, you guys didn’t even get undressed.” We heard Tim’s voice from across my room.

“Bro, you have to start knocking!” I told him.

“I did. You were too busy getting the stuffing fucked out of you and begging for another load. You guys are animals, you know that?” Tim observed.

Kevin rolled off me, pulling out. I was surprised that his dick was still mostly hard. I felt some of his cum dribble out of me because it was difficult to pull my asshole closed right away.

I pulled my trousers off my other leg and unbuttoned my coat. At some point one of the pins had come off my ribbon rack. I’d have to find it, it was probably in my coat somewhere or in the bed now.

“You try fitting that big cock up your ass.” I told my little brother. “You either embrace the pain and go wild, or you cry your eyes out.”

“No thanks.” Tim said. “I think it would kill me.”

I shook my head. “Was there something you actually needed or were you just here to watch us fuck?”

Tim smiled. “Mom said dinner would be ready in a half hour. But then I wanted to watch. You should see the way his dick stretches out your hole, man. I can’t believe you take it like that.”

I sighed. It wasn’t really something I wanted my little brother to see, but there was no going back now. Kevin just lay there with his smirk.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t know he was there either.” He said. “Come on, we need to get cleaned up. He stripped off the shirt and threw it on the floor, standing there with a bare muscled chest, his Wranglers unbuttoned but his dick and balls stuffed back into his underwear that sacked out the open zipper obscenely.

“And I wanted to say thank you.” Tim continued. I noticed his eyes roaming over Kevin’s body. “Roger was actually nice to me after you left. You guys were the talk of the school.”

“Good.” I said. “That was the goal. If Carol was still here we’d have brought her too and she would have given them more to talk about by hanging all over you.”

“Let’s go shower, babe.” Kevin said. “I’m hungry, and whatever your mom’s cooking smells really good.” He stretched and I couldn’t help but stare at his incredible body. Yeah, he was the only one for me. I pulled everything off my uniform so I could get it in the sink with cold water and some detergent. My cum was smeared all over. As long as it hadn’t dried I could get the evidence out.

The rest of the week went by too fast and before we knew it Thursday night came. I was torn between not wanting to leave Kevin and wanting to see my Bravo brothers again. But there was no guarantee my brothers and I would get the same duty station.

“Kev, they might put me on a flight tomorrow. I get my orders.” I told him in a soft voice with my head on his chest laying in my bed.

He took a deep breath. “Really?”

“Yeah.” I said. He didn’t speak. I knew he was crunching thoughts in his head. We lay like that for a few minutes. I loved listening to him breathe, watching his chest and stomach rise and fall.

“I guess we have to get back to real life, huh? It was nice to have this week though.” He seemed a little distant.

I tried to be optimistic. “I get leave. We can figure out how to see each other. Hey, you need to give me a way to reach you by phone at MIT. I don’t know where I’ll be, but as soon as I get there I’ll leave you a way to reach me. When I get my orders tomorrow I have to let my mom and Tim know where I’m going. I should be able to call you too. Are you going to stay here, or go spend your last couple days with your family?”

“I kind of want to stay here, but my flight leaves Saturday anyway. I don’t know Tom.” He sighed. “I’ve got too much going on in my head. It’s hard to decide.”

“You know mom would love it if you were here. It will make it easier on her if both of us weren’t gone at the same time.” I pointed out. I didn’t have to make any decisions like Kevin, that was how the Army worked. You went where they told you, when they told you to be there.

“Mmmm”. He hummed. He was still trying to decide.

“Kev, look… we should talk about how this is going to work, okay?” I moved up off his chest and sat with my back against my headboard. This was the hard part, and I felt a preemptive twinge in my heart with what I had to say. “I’m going to be busy with getting up to speed in whatever new job they put me in. It might be six months or more before I can get away. We won’t see each other much the next year. You’re going to be busy with school, but let’s try to talk every week even if it’s just a few minutes, okay?”

His eyes refused to look at me. “Okay.” The reality was settling in.

I continued. “Kev, you’re beautiful.” I started. “I know you don’t see it, but you are, inside and out. You’re going to get a lot of attention and…”

“Tom—“ he interrupted

“No, Kev, let me finish, please.” I took a deep breath. “It’s okay if you need to… you know… “. I didn’t want him to, but it would be unfair of me to expect him to be completely faithful to a man he almost never saw and it would be a couple years before we could even live in the same city. Add to that the fact we were men who sometimes thought with our dicks more than our other head. Just because I had no desire or need to have anyone but him didn’t mean he would feel the same way. It was not going to be too hard for me to keep it in my pants. There wasn’t going to be anywhere near the opportunities for me to fuck around as he would have. During training was one thing, but general fraternization was frowned upon if it wasn’t outright prohibited. And after Carol, and Kevin, I already knew sex with any other woman or man would be a disappointment. But Kevin could have just about anyone he wanted, and after what I saw at the grocery store I knew there would be plenty of men and women throwing themselves at him. His entire gay experience was limited to me, and there was a big wide gay world out there that he would want to jump into. If he hadn’t already, he was going to meet other gay people. All it would take was for Kevin to be caught in a lonely moment, or horny, or frustrated with being separated from me, or just tired of waiting and being good. There was also the possibility there would be someone he found he couldn’t resist. Kevin being gay meant he would find at least a few other men attractive and desirable. I didn’t have that problem. No one I looked at flipped my dick switch anymore.

“That’s bullshit, Tom. You’re the only one I want. And you better not be saying you want to fuck around with your Army buddies.” He growled in barely controlled anger. He still wouldn’t look at me, and his eyes were darting left and right.

“No Kev. I can promise you now that won’t happen. I know you don’t get how it is for me, but nothing except the connection I have with you does anything for me. Even with Sleeper I was just doing it for him, and now that he has Zeus I don’t need to do that anymore. Plus, we’re together again and just the thought of having sex with someone else doesn’t make me feel good.” I tried to explain. “Let’s just be honest with each other. Don’t hide it from me if it happens. I won’t get mad, okay?”

“Whatever. Fine. But nothing is going to happen.” He said. “I don’t want to talk about this. It sucks bad enough you have to leave.” He crossed his arms and his eyes turned dark and stormy. I saw tears start in them. “You’re doing it again. You’re letting me go and you promised you wouldn’t.”

“Babe, I’m not letting you go. I never want to let you go again.” I moved back down and pulled him tight to me. “You’re so hot and you don’t understand now. But I know you will.” Maybe I wasn’t being fair to him and maybe I saw too many hurdles we had to leap over. Fuck, I didn’t know anymore what I was doing. This was what I hoped to avoid when I left for the Army but was it the right thing to do? He wasn’t wrong. I switched my mind over to how I felt five nights ago when he snuck into my room. Fuck! I was being an idiot again, and I swore to myself I wouldn’t. Why did the thought of being apart from him make me start putting up walls? Why was that my knee jerk reaction and why was it so sneaky and automatic that I didn’t know I was doing it?

“Kev, I’m sorry. You’re right. I was doing it again and I don’t know why. I don’t want to hurt you again. I don’t want to hurt me, or us again. You’re right, it’s bullshit. It means I don’t trust you to love me as much as I love you and you haven’t given me any reason to think that.” I sighed. “I don’t know why I do that. I’m scared, Kev. I’m scared you’ll find someone better, or even maybe something easier to deal with than my difficult life. We’ll have to hide who we are and what we do. I’m scared that you’ll decide you’ll be happier being open and out as a proud gay guy.”

“Maybe I’m scared too. Did you think of that? I’ve got another two and a half years of boring school before I even think of starting my life while you’ll be out there doing exciting Army stuff, meeting tons of hot sexy soldiers like Addison and Zeus. You’re going to change, I just know it. You may not even want me in two years. You might decide that it’s just too much trouble to be with your gay boyfriend when you aren’t even gay and don’t have to be. You can find a girlfriend or a wife anytime you smile your handsome face at them.” And now he was crying. “I don’t need to be open and out, I don’t even want that. I don’t really even want people to know I’m gay. I didn’t want to be the gay poster boy in high school. Everyone at university thinks I’m straight and that’s the way I like it. So fuck you, Tom, you don’t get to decide for me just because you can’t handle this. You don’t get to be in charge. I’m not in your Platoon.” He got up out of bed.

“Where are you going?” I asked, startled.

“Home. Maybe we’ve got a lot more to think about than I thought.” He said, pulling on his underwear calmly. And that’s what frightened me. He wasn’t angry, he was calm, like he’d made a decision and had accepted something I didn’t know about.

“Kev, don’t, please?”

He grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, then came over to me, bent down, and gave me a real kiss that took me to that place, his eyes still wet but no more tears fell. “I love you Tom. Figure your shit out. I’ll be waiting. I’m willing to go the distance. You’re worth it. I hope you think I am too.”

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BRAVO PLATOON

Graduation from training was anti climatic. Ordinarily (like with Basic and the original AIT) they’d feel like they’d crossed a finish line and were ready to embark on their new career as an Army soldier. Usually, the Army loved their ceremony, their rites of passage and made a big deal out of the entire process. This graduation was quiet with a closed group, just the Company and their direct superiors. Plus, they hadn’t yet been told what their next move would be. Almost every one of them had received awards and COA’s

They’d made it back to base Wednesday. Since then, until graduation today, their duty had been busy work. As holdovers they helped all over the base with everything from maintenance to mess duty. The restrictions they had under training were still in effect, wake up at 4:30, PT, breakfast, duty during the day, barracks free time starting at 1800, then lights out and bed check at 2130. None of them could figure out what they were waiting for, and Sleeper checked with Lamont of the Charlies but they hadn’t gotten any word either. The Alphas and the Deltas hadn’t returned from graduation. Sleeper wasn’t authorized to call Assmunch to find out if he knew anything, but he probably hadn’t. He was reporting to Ft. Hood today to get his orders.

“Platoon, fall in!” Sarge called before he’d even made it through the door. Troll yelled down the hallway to notify the others who weren’t in the bay. No one kept Sarge waiting this time, and they were all formed up in 20 seconds.

“At 0800 tomorrow you’ll all report to the Lieutenant for your formal orders and paperwork, but I’ve been authorized to tell you that Bravo Platoon will undergo Airborne training at Ft. Benning, Ga. Pack out, you’ll be leaving tomorrow as soon as you get your orders. If you haven’t returned your issued gear to the Quartermaster, do so today before 1700 hours. Questions?”

Sleeper jumped in before anyone else. “Will Private Harris join us there, Sarge?”

“Did I stutter, Private? I am very sure I said Bravo Platoon.” Sarge irritably replied. “Private Gunnerson and yourself are tasked with transport of Private Harris’ gear and personal effects to your new duty station.” That was no big deal. Everything they had fit into a single large duffel and a backpack.

“Sarge, are we ever going to know why we were chosen for this training?” Bootlicker asked.

“Need to know, Private. And I don’t need to know, which means you don’t need to know. Be glad the Army saw fit to provide you with additional training. I think it’s because you’re all a bunch of maggot fuck ups the Army didn’t trust to let loose on the world. And apparently you’re all STILL fuck ups because they are sending you for MORE training. If you embarrass me and boot out of Airborne, I will personally hunt your sorry ass down and chop off your balls. If there aren’t any more stupid questions, get to it grunts. And you had better erase any sign of your presence from my barracks before you go. ANY AND ALL.” He stressed. “It’s tradition to leave your Sergeants with a parting gift. I’m sure you will think of something laying around that might be suitable. Something you’ve stashed away for a rainy day, perhaps. Dismissed.” With that, he turned and exited the barracks.

They all scrambled to gather what had to be returned to the Quartermaster, talking excitedly about Airborne training with relief at being able to go through it together. It was definitely strange though. But Sleeper was convinced the Army intended them to become Army Rangers as a unit.

Just before bed check, Sleeper and Bootlicker brought a bin filled all the leftover alcohol stash to the Duty Sergeant’s desk.

“Sergeant, while cleaning the barracks we found this contraband in the storage room behind some crates.” Sleeper said, putting the bin next to the desk.

“Well, I wonder who left it there so carelessly, Private.”

“I can take a guess, Sergeant, but it’s not my place to speculate.” Sleeper equivocated, not willing to lie, and unwilling to tell the truth. “We just thought you might know of a good way to dispose of it. We’d take it to the dumpster ourselves but it’s too close to bed check. Unless you’d like us to?” Sleeper said.

“No, I’ll take care of it. Can’t have you breaking the rules, can we?”

“No Sergeant, we wouldn’t want to miss bed check.”

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“Do we know anything for sure?” Major Apone asked.

“No Sir. None of the soldiers have reported any incidents or concerns.” First Sergeant Barrow replied. Barrow worked directly for the 172nd Infantry Brigade and did not report to Major Apone, but his duties meant any administrative issues like behavioral problems went to his desk. Except for a few instances that were normal run of the mill young soldier problems, none of the four Platoons had any issues.

Major Apone looked at Sergeants Horvath and Walters. “So Platoon Bravo and Platoon Charlie, in six months, have had no instances of homosexual conduct despite complete restriction from liberty and being quartered together? I find that hard to believe. The background checks the Army conducted before selecting these troops indicated there would be at least some difficulties. Each of those Platoons has five homosexual or suspected homosexual soldiers. And I’m supposed to believe no one got their dick wet?”

Horvath shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you Sir. Even without a Duty Sergeant present there was nothing but the normal behavior of a 19 year old. We allowed them to have alcohol as directed, and parties every Saturday. Nothing got out of hand, it was all just your basic juvenile games. I’ve seen worse at some of the get togethers I’ve been to over the years. These boys seem intent on becoming good soldiers.”

“Well, phase one is over. I’m no longer driving the bus. The Army wants them to mix with the other troops now. Maybe they’ll fuck up.” Apone said. “Sergeant Walters, Sergeant Horvath, you’re both on standby for temporary duty if these Platoons complete Airborne training successfully. You’ll be joining them at Ranger School. I fully expect a few failures.”

“Sir, what’s the purpose here?” Sergeant Walters asked. “What are we supposed to be looking for?”

Major Apone sighed. “A breakdown in command, morale, unit cohesion, any problems caused by homosexual troops. Squads and Platoons are tight knit units and the test study wanted to limit potential collateral damage during phase one. This comes straight from the top, from the Pentagon. All this talk of homosexuals serving in the military makes us all nervous. There’s similar test cases being run for women in combat roles. The Gulf War showed it’s impossible to keep women away from combat danger even if they don’t participate in combat roles. Off the record, we’re having more problems integrating women than we seem to be having with homosexuals. And that’s purely for two reasons: One – the men don’t think the women can do the heavy lifting and pull their weight like a man, and Two – fraternization among the troops.”

“Sir, there’s never been a duty performance issue with those troops, women or homosexuals. It’s been known since WWII that homosexuals and women have served honorably, sometimes with distinction.” Sergeant Horvath pointed out. He’d already reasoned out why the training Sergeants hadn’t been informed of the purpose for having the four Platoons here at Grafenwohr. The Army didn’t want their test group tainted by either favoritism or hardship. But he and Walters wouldn’t have any authority past this point. “Does the Army intend to keep these troops together?”

“For now. The Airborne and Ranger courses are individual training, not unit training. They’ll go through the training at the same time, but will be on their own for performance evaluation.” Major Apone stated. “And as far as Airborne and Ranger School are concerned, Bravo and Charlie Platoons are troops specially chosen for the honor of undergoing Ranger training. They will be tested exactly the same as all the other soldiers. But you will be watching for any breakdowns. The Platoons will know you’re there, and you will be who they’ll want to come to first with any problems, or guidance. Only Col. Ulrich of the Airborne and Ranger Training Brigade will have any knowledge of this test group. He is under orders to keep the special nature of these troops quiet. As will you. Not even the Black Hats will know. None of the Instructors will know. You will report to him directly and only to him.”

“Understood, Sir.” Sergeant Walters acknowledged. Alpha and Delta Platoons had probably been selected for a different path. Walters was suddenly glad he and Horvath hadn’t taken it easy on their boys. They were more than ready to excel.

Barracks Bitch continues in the series Battle Buddies: Rangers

Osvaldo Cruz Square is always busy. And Sunday afternoons are impossible to walk here. I am now between the busy iconic Paulista Avenue and the discreet street where Pátio Paulista Mall is. As I enter the modern façade, some gorgeous slim girls greet me at the entrance. The same impeccable dress, fair skin, hair, and plastic smile. And I still smile back to them sheepishly. Stupid system of retailing! If they knew my true intention in coming here, they’d turn their backs to me. Well, if I’m lucky, Noel should be there already waiting. I just need to rush to the toilet, for I don’t like making others wait. Of course Noel is not his real name. Cops never give away their real names to strangers in a public toilet.

This time I take the escalator and tap my finger on the rubber railing, which feels warm and soft. I look at the endless lines of stores but do not pay attention to them. All I can see is my big hairy man in front of me, all for me, to grab, kiss, and suck. The real big cop Noel!

As I reach the second floor, I feel confused. What now? This place is not the same. Geez, I think I should have taken the elevator instead. I look around and find the elevator at the distance.

“Excuse me, sir. Is there a toilet around here?” I ask an older man. He is struggling with his cane and holding a small dog, with the pink leash dangling. Both stare at me.

“Yes, young man. There’s one on this floor, see that sign over there?” The three of us look at the sign.

“Oh, thanks, sir.” The sign is tiny and the hall is narrow and hard to spot. No wonder Noel has picked this spot.

In the toilet I see nobody. Except for some people in the cubicles already fucking. I find one empty and enter. I hear some people moaning gently beside my cubicle. I feel hot and wish Noel were here. I check my watch. It’s almost time.

Geez! I yawn and realize I’ve been here for over 45 minutes! I wish cops off duty would be more punctual! I check my watch again, just to make sure I’ve been such an idiot to wait for that long in a public John. I leave the cubicle and slam the door. The people who have been fucking stop. Then they all start again. As I dry my hands, Noel appears. He smiles and points to the cubicle.

Oh boy, even without his officer’s suit, he is imposing, masculine, and sexy. He is wearing a yellow Polo shirt, and I can’t help noticing his strong chest and protruding tits. His arms are hairy and strong. I can never tire of watching his belly and strong back. His small navy blue cotton shorts are hot as hell, pressing hard his round solid large butts. And look at those hairy muscular tanned thighs! He’s wearing those open leather shoes without socks.

He opens the door and I enter first. He comes after me, closes the door, and locks it. He leans his back against it, as if to hold it against the world outside our secure bunker. He spreads his legs and rubs with his large fat and hairy hand over his bulge. He smiles as I take action. In no time I free his long fat cock from hisbriefs. I love the manly musky smell! And he notices how I love that, as he rubs my head against his tool.

Try as I might, I always find it hard to accommodate his cock in my mouth. Is this because I’m too tense and barely know what I’m doing? Sucking cocks has never been hard for me. I try, I repeat, I try to fit his junk in my mouth and get my jaw worked out. The first time I gave him a blowjob, my jaw, lips, tongue, throat, and face got all worked out. Fuck, it’s too obvious! Who doesn’t get apprehensive while fucking in a public toilet, running the risk of being caught? This time I’m going to proceed with care. I take another deep breath and take his thick hard shaft and pull his fore-skin back. Then I lick the head of his cock and wash it generously with my tongue. He breathes harder and does his utmost to remain as quiet as a mouse here. I insert his cock inside my mouth. Slowly, I can almost accommodate everything in. I feel his salty delicious taste. A real man’s taste.

As I suck, I massage his large low hanging hairy purple balls. They are heavy and filled with cum for me. His forest of pubic hairs is long and smooth. I bet he’s using conditioner here, though they smell musky. I also massage his massive hairy thighs. I wish he could moan loudly for me, for I love to hear real man grunting and moaning with pleasure, just like any wild bear or lion! But he cannot, after all, this is a public toilet.

As I continue with this lovely task, I sense him coming. He holds my head, spreads his legs, and begins to breathe faster. I speed the lip movement and feel ready for his sweet load. He breathes hard and covers his mouth to avoid a scandalous moan. I swallow as much cum as I can. Some of course run down the sides of my mouth. I wipe them and continue swallowing his load. I wipe his cock clean and pull the skin back and forth to get every single drop out. He pulls me to himself and kisses me. This is the sign meaning, thank you m’am! As I remain level to his chest, for he’s a much taller man, he grabs my hard cock.

He turns around and lowers his shorts down to his knees. I smile and take from my bag my small bottle of lube. And as I insert a finger inside him, he breathes harder and covers his mouth. I take out a condom and put it on. As I insert it inside his anus, he pants and at times, holds his breath and releases it all at once. I enter his tight hole discreetly. And in no time, I feel myself surrounded by his fleshy hairy buttocks. I simply love fucking hairy chubby guys.

As I am already all the way inside him, I do not waste time. I fuck his ass hard and thrust my cock back and forth, like a piston. I cum and continue fucking his ass. As I finish, I remain inside him, making him wait. I pull out slowly and make him take out the condom and clean my cock with his mouth. When the coast is clear, we get off and wash our hands in the sink, dry, and smile to one another. He never looks at himself in the mirror. I do, for I love to see the look of satisfaction on my face. As I turn to look at him, he’s already gone. I smile and return to my cubicle, for I left my bag with a black T-shirt, a cap, and black pants that I’d brought along. I get changed in a flash and try to pursue my cop in the mall. It’s not hard to spot a man his size. I keep a safe distance between us. This time I’m determined to know more about this hot sexy man. I mix with the crowd and follow him. He takes the escalator to the third floor. I’m lucky for he is going to have lunch. He looks around and sits by a table and waits. I do the same. Suddenly, as expected, a lady joins him. At first I think she must be his mother. She is with a five year old girl. I pay more attention to her. She’s short, chubby, middle-aged, with extremely long black wavy hair. She’s wearing a tasteless old-fashioned plaid long dark brown dress with padded shoulders. She has a large necklace with a gold crucifix dangling between her huge breasts. I notice her wearing those low-heeled dark pink shoes. Just then I realize she’s not only chubby, but also pregnant, for she often rubs her own belly. They keep on arguing the whole time. As their argument heats up, the little girl hides behind her mother’s dress, pulling her skirt and disclosing her round belly. I’m shocked at this scene! No wonder Noel was in such a hurry to leave!

Surely today I’ve seen enough and decide to leave. I feel a pit in my stomach. Men are suck jerks! In spite of my disgust and anger, I stop to admire the water fountain. I always do. I listen to the soothing sound and admire the clear water. I find an ice cream cone in my hand and wonder how it ended up getting here. It is melting and I haven’t even tasted it. Instead, I dump it in the trash.

On the following Sunday I repeat my ritual. Getting up early, accessing some gay porn sites for bears, and checking his profile again. Hairy, strong, 1,85, 105 kg, single, discreet, sex only. After my shower, I get ready for the mall. As I am about to leave my house, I remember the news about criminal gangs killing cops. I hold the doorknob and pause. No, everything will be all right with him. I rush downstairs, not waiting for the slow elevator to arrive to my fourth floor. I take the morning paper and carry it along with me to the mall, which is not far from my apartment.

In the cubicle, I start reading the paper. I’m sure I’m the only one actually reading and getting some culture in this sort of place. I hear some people fucking next to my cubicle. Nothing new so far. I check the paper and see some bloody scenes. I feel angry as I see the headlines about the crimes against cops. Criminals even killed a fireman of all people!

My legs get sore and so does my neck. I check my watch. Geez, I can’t believe I’ve waited for nearly two hours in this cubicle! I rush to the restaurant and have a cup of coffee, while searching for him. Nothing.

On the following weekend I repeat the same ritual. This time I don’t read the paper, for it brings bad luck. I enter my cubicle and the numbers and headlines continue haunting me. Seventeen cops killed just this week! Criminals ambushed some officers. In the restaurant, I drink a bottle of water. And nothing of him again.

On the next Sunday, I miss the greeting girls at the entrance. I wonder why they’re not here today. I look outside and see a cop and my heart nearly skips a beat. He’s tall, hairy, and slim. I exit the main door and mean to make some small talk with this man. My heart sort of goes out for him. I can sense how tense he is, after all, many of his colleagues were killed in the past few weeks. Who could guarantee he was not going to be the next victim?

“Sir, my daughter has just had her wallet stolen from her purse in the mall! We were in the movies, then after the movie, she was going to buy,” the older lady is crying. Her daughter is much calmer. Then I hear the officer say that she can report the incident at the nearest police station, just a few blocks down the this street or do it online. I check my watch and smile to myself.

Desperate times require desperate measures.

Without thinking, I take out my money and bank card from my wallet and dump it in the toilet trash can. I hated the photos on my driver’s license and ID anyway.

“Officer, you won’t believe what happened to me.” I put on my desperate face. Thanks to the few free drama classes I’ve taken downtown!

“Yes, can I help you, sir?”

“I-I just can’t believe it happened to me, officer. I’ve put my wallet on my food tray. I was too distracted and when I returned to my table to retrieve it, my wallet was gone! I wish there were more security officers here! I wish you were inside to protect us good law-abiding and tax-payer citizens, sir!”

“Listen, a lady was here just a while ago and reported a similar incident. Listen, there’s this police station down the street. You can go there and report the theft.”

“Officer, I can’t believe there are no more safe places for us to go. Thieves and criminals aren’t afraid of anything. Do you trust places like this mall as a safe place to bring in your family?”

“In places like this there are cameras and private security. Personally, I and other officer friends often come here. And most times we come without our uniform, and we’re fine. Unfortunately there are people with evil intentions everywhere. But you can go to the police station as I suggested. I’m sure you’ll find all the assistance you need there, sir.”

“Thank you officer! I’m feeling much better now.”Without wasting time I walk down the street and find the police station. I look around and check every single officer I find. I know as a fact that they take turns and have different work shifts. If I’m lucky, I’ll find some information about Noel. And if not, go on searching for him at the ends of the world!

After about half hour filling the theft report, I look around once more and don’t find him. As I reach the street to walk back home, I pass in front of two officers, equally tall and strong. My heart nearly skips a beat! I lower my head and find a park bench at the square nearby. I feel I need some air! He seemed surprised to see me but pretended he didn’t know me. I feel a great relief, for now I know he is well and safe!

In the coming few weeks, I’ve stopped going to the mall and buried myself into some translation work from English to Portuguese and vice-versa. My coordinator at the private English school found odd that I’d requested to do some extra work on weekends. Anyway, life always brings us changes. And what a big change it has brought me!

One Sunday, after working until late on a translation of Tennesse Williams’ play, ‘The Night of the Iguana,’ my phone rang. Maybe it’s my aunt. She’s the only relative who would call me at this time, 11 P.M.

“Hello?” I hold the receiver and yawn.

“Ken?”

“Noel?” I say the first name that comes to my mind.

At the toilet, on the next Sunday, he enters the cubicle. We stare at each other for a while. Both of us are mute. His heavy hands are on my shoulder. I feel different towards him now. I can sense he feels the same way. The magnetic desperate attraction is now gone. I just feel like hugging him, telling him everything will be all right, that he could work safely, that no criminals would kill him, that he could raise his family without worrying about me, that I’d never go to his police station again. Instead, he just looks down and exits. I feel I should just let him go. But my heart tells me to run after him and, tell him how I feel. Fuck! What a mess!

At the distance, he stops. I feel tenderness for this large strong man. I decide to follow him and put an end to this. He takes the escalator and I follow him. Obviously he knows I’m following him. And he chooses this open wide area for us to meet! He chooses the same table that I saw him with his wife and kid. I smile and join him by the same table. He doesn’t say anything and puts both his strong hairy elbows on the table, hands joined, as if pleading. I realize my mistake and feel ready to let him go.

“Please, stay, Ken.” We look at each other’s eyes.

“Is that what you really want, in such a public place.”

“Call me Gilberto, Ken.” He opens a shy smile.

“Oh, all right then.”

“My friend Júlio told me you were there, reporting a stolen wallet.”

“He was very helpful.” He nods.

“I had to call you and,” he looks down, “try my luck.” He fidgets with his large hands. I suppose officers are men of action and can’t keep still. I wonder what he wants from me, if anything at all.

“Try your luck?”

“Yes. I didn’t want simply a brief affair. I suppose I could have one, now that I’m a free man.”

“Do you mean, you wife and children,” I look down.

“Yes.” His voice is low and sad. I look around and cannot concentrate on my thoughts, for too many people are talking at once.

“Can we, perhaps, find a quieter place, Gilberto?”

“We could go to the cinema. There is the lobby and it’s gets quite empty once a movie starts.”

“Look, Gilberto. I don’t live too far from here. Would you like to come to my place instead?” And to my surprise he ends up accepting my suggestion. So we walk towards the escalators, go down a few floors, and reach the street. We walk silently. He has both large hands in his jeans pockets. I open the door of my apartment and this large man enters. I invite him to sit on my sofa.

He collapses on the sofa and leans his strong body forward, covering his head. I hate this guilty-feeling-thing those married guys have! I wonder if he has regretted having come here. However, I sense he’s changed. He’s not like the others, whom I cannot even talk to but have sex and leave. I sit beside him and remain silent. He raises his head and turns to me. I can see he hasn’t slept well, for he has shadows around his eyes. He seems to have aged during the past few weeks. I notice his wedding ring in his fat hairy finger. He notices that and smiles.

“I forgot to take it off, Ken.” He smiles and takes it off and puts it on the coffee table.

“Can I see it, Gilberto?”

“Sure.” He takes the small object in his large hand. I take it and feel his hot hand. “Call me Gil if you want. All my friends, including my ex-wife, call me this way.”

“All right, Gil.” I check the ring. “It’s beautiful.”

“You can put it on if you want, Ken.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” I turn to him. He smiles.

“Why would I mind, my friend. You can keep it, as a souvenir.”

“I-I can’t, Gil.” I mean to say, it’s too big for my finger.

“Ok.” I check the name inside it.

“Gislaine. It’s a pretty name.”

“Life has been difficult for us lately, my friend. My ex says she doesn’t want me anymore. She moved out, leaving everything behind her. Not a single spoon, glass, piece of furniture she wanted from me. She told me it was preferred to be a widow, than to live the shame of being with a man like me,” he wipes his tears. I wipe my own tears too. I hate seeing big strong men crying. Sissy fags like me do cry all the time. But not this strong proud officer, married, with a family.

“I saw you and your family once, in the mall.” I say. He nods.

“My wife shouted at me, in front of innocent child, that I was an aberration, a monster. That I was not fit to be a father. She said she wished I was dead! This is what she said, right in front of our child.” He sobs. I approach him and touch his muscular solid back. I rub his back and stroke his head. He leans against me. I feel his hot tears. They’re so real and tangible like blood, bullets, and a gold ring.

“That’s a very mean thing to say, Gil.”

“She was right to say those things, Ken. After all, I’ve ruined their lives.” He takes my hand and kisses it. “As she left me, she said everybody would learn about my being gay and meeting men in public toilets. She’d ruin my career, destroy my life, Ken.” His hands are shaking.

“Calm down, dear. I’ll get you a glass of water, Gil.” I go to the kitchen and grab a glass of water. He drinks everything in one gulp.

“Thanks, Ken. I feel much better now.” He hands me the empty glass and stands up. “I-I guess I should be leaving. You don’t have to put up with a jerk like me just pouring out his crap. Oh, fuck! What an idiot I am! No wonder my ex said I was too stupid and only screwed things up! That I was only muscles but no brains. She even said that during our marital life, not once she got an orgasm, after years of being married.”

“Gil, enough!” I shake my head and look into his eyes. “Enough of punishing yourself, dear!” I take a deep breath. “Gil, can I give you a hug before you go?”

“Why would you still want to hug a big loser like me?” He looks down. I approach him and hug this strong man.

“Because you need all the love you can get, my friend. You’re quite vulnerable right now. I cannot give you much, just this hug my friend. If it means anything to you. Then you can go in peace.” I squeeze him. He doesn’t move a muscle.

“I-I’m feeling, I really don’t know what to say. I’m getting love from a stranger. From someone I’d never expected a thing in return. My own family, friends, ex, church, pastor all condemned me for being who I am. They simply cut me dead. Thank you, Ken.” He wipes his own tears and hugs me tightly. Geez, I hope he won’t break my poor back! No wonder nobody would mess up with a man like him! “Is this how one is supposed to feel when being loved, Ken?”

“I suppose so, Gil. When you feel love, your entire being is affected and changed. What I’m offering you is simply my love, and nothing else.”

“So, you do feel something for me?” He smiles. I nod.

“And what about you, my dear giant?” We smile.

“I don’t know, Ken. This is so new to me. Of course sexually I feel you’re a hot handsome Asian guy of my dreams.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Ken. It sounds as if I were making a pass at you.”

“And what if you were? What’s the problem with that?”

“But a hot guy like you would never listen to a moron like me. Like I said, I come from a very narrow-minded religious family, poor, with little education and culture. Why would you ever consider yourself getting involved with the kinds like me? I live in such a place you’d never want to visit, for it reeks of dead flesh, smoke, cesspool. And I’m not exaggerating, my friend. You’d never want to be in such a neighborhood, where you find, in ordinary days, one or three bodies just lying on the ditch.”

“Gil, I feel you need to be encouraged, praised, and

surely loved. You’ve chosen a hard but beautiful career. I can tell you’re a decent man, and trying hard to live up to your principles and on top of all that, conciliating your sexual orientation. And it’s no wonder you’re feeling a toll on your life, dear.” I smile. “About myself, I’ve been through university, for my folks paid for my education. I live in this rented apartment, and don’t have much money myself, for my teacher’s salary doesn’t allow me to buy everything I want. But I still feel happy. And I feel so glad you’re trusting and opening up to me. I feel there’s a lot of things you need to get rid off first my friend. You’ve been fed a lot of negative ideas, thoughts, principles, and lessons that are only doing you harm.”

“Ken, after I settle my divorce, the sale of the house,child-support with my ex, do you think you’d like to still talk with this broken man?” He looks into my eyes. I take his large hand and kiss it.

“Of course, Gil. I’ll give you all the time in the world to settle your things with your family. Then, we can start everything anew.”

“Ken, I must tell you that I’ve got basically nothing on my name. My family has deserted me, and after my divorce, I’ll just have bills and child support to pay.”

“Gil, it’s never too late to start a new life again. And I feel you’re brave, honorable, and courageous to do it.” He nods.

“Even though I’m a cop, big, and appear to be courageous, I feel so weak, so vulnerable, anddiscouraged. Perhaps somebody must have told you already, but among us male cops, we feel so vulnerable and lacking love, affection, and dialogue in our homes. We come home feeling scared, afraid of not making it home after a day’s work, and feeling quite vulnerable. And people don’t understand that we are humans too. We’re not fighting machines, robots, automatons.”

“I understand, dear. I also wished people saw officers in a different way.” I kiss him on the mouth.

“That kiss was so pure, my love.” He takes me in his arms and kisses me again. I feel his tongue invading my mouth. “Wow, I don’t know what went through me, I-I’m sorry, Ken.”

“Don’t be sorry, dear. You were just expressing a feeling that’s coming up and flourishing in you, dear.”

I slowly help him remove his T-shirt, revealing his muscular hairy upper body. He removes my shirt. I remove my pants. He removes his jeans. I can’t help noticing his white briefs, barely holding his slanted cock, already oozing pre-cum.

“You’re so beautiful, Ken. Just looking at your body, I feel passion, lust, and, an uncontrollable feeling to just attack you!” We embrace and kiss. He runs his large callused hands all over my body. He feels my smooth chest, slim waist, small buttocks, long smooth arms, and face. I feel his bull’s strong neck, solid furry chest, hairy muscular back, bulky arms, solid waist, and firm round hairy buttocks.

“You’re very hot, Gil!” I look into his eyes and he smiles. We kiss once more and I run my hand over his chest, belly, and insert my hand inside his briefs.

“Oh, yesss!” He moans.

“I’ll give you a nice blowjob, dear.” I drop his briefs and he steps out of them. I take his familiar large cock and lick his pre-cum. As I pull back his fore-skin, I lick the shiny head of his cock clean. He moves his powerful legs and strokes my head. As I fit his cock in my mouth, he loses it and becomes flaccid.

“I-I’m sorry, Ken.” He takes his large cock in his hand and thrusts it, to no avail. I take his hand and stop him.

“Gil, that’s all right. Don’t force yourself to perform for me. You’ve got to learn to pay attention to how your body feels.”

“I can’t disappoint you, Ken. My ex would tease and throw insults at me. It was so emasculating.”

“Dear, I know that physically there’s nothing wrong with your body.” I stroke his face. He smiles. So, chill and relax. When we feel like doing it again, we do it. It’s got to be this way, dear.” I kiss him on the mouth. He looks down. I take his chin and lift his head. He looks into my eyes. “Give me a loving kiss, Gil.” He smiles.

“I love you, Ken.” We kiss.

“Tell you what, Gil, why don’t we make something for a snack? I’m already feeling a bit hungry. Besides, I haven’t offered you anything but water! What manners!” We put our clothes back on and head towards the kitchen.

“Ken, I usually make doughnuts at home. My ex, kid, family, and friends loved it. I can make them if you want.” He lists all the ingredients we’ll need.

“I’ve got everything in the house, including baking powder dear!” I put an apron on him.

“My ex hated when I was in the kitchen, for she always had to clean it afterwards.”

“No problem, dear! I’ll teach you to get organized. What do you say?” We both laugh.

“Can I kiss you again before we cook, my love?”

“Of course, my love.” We kiss and I can see true happiness in his eyes. I also feel tenderness and passion. Boy, how this big man is lacking so much love. We surely complement each other.

“What is it, Ken?” He kisses me again.

“I was thinking of us.”

“And of our happiness?” We kiss again.

“Yes, dear. Of our happiness and the future.”

“I love you, Ken.”

“I love you too, my big bear!” We kiss and hug again.

“Big bear?”

“Yes, because you’re a big hairy man. Just like a nice big bear.”

“And you’re my bright angel.”

“An angel?”

“Yes, a being of light, who came down to earth to take care of and love me.”

“I can never stop kissing you, dear.”

“Then, don’t, my angel.”

“All right. Shall we get back to business?”

“Sure thing!” And we get back to kissing.

Adrian and Markus

The shock of seeing Markus enter through Adrian’s door was way more than I would have ever anticipated. So I immediately went from being grateful that following up with this new trainer, Adrian, had given me courage to follow up with an old hoped for lover, Markus, to being a bit terrified of what it might possibly mean that these two somehow knew each other.

Adrian looked at me, looked at Markus, and seemed to gloat in bringing the three of us together. It wasn’t clear to me at all how long the two had known each other, to the extent I could think of that, as opposed to being worried about how I could go about pleasing both of them, at the same time.

I had wondered about having a trainer for some time, so moving forward with Adrian was both meeting a long-term goal I had had, as well as a personal fantasy. The training itself was hot, with the added plus that Adrian was working on my body, as well as my horniness. I really had never anticipated I could find a trainer who wanted to push my sexuality as well as just my physical shape.

On the other hand, I had run into Markus on and off for years. The first time had been at a midtown adult bookstore, where he was kind enough to tell me I was exactly the type of guy he was looking for.

The next time was at a totally different adult bookstore, blocks away from the first one. He was there in his hospital scrubs, waiting in the corner for some kind of right guy to come along. So of course I was more than flattered when he saw me, and recognized me as easily as it seemed I had recognized him, with the rising bulge in his scrubs showing me that his recognition was more than just mental.

Within seconds we were in adjoining booths, and I was once again able to see his gorgeous, hairless cock. So going from there, to getting him to be in touch with me, with a chance of his actually becoming at least a regular partner, was a dream come true, even if in an altogether different kind of world than the one where Adrian had agreed to train me, sexually and more.

The differences, however, were striking. Adrian was aggressive, and a bit rough. I was still wondering whether I would be able to endure him, especially after that first bite to my lip, and the follow-up bite to my nipple. I was hoping I would be able to please him, but I was worried in his presence, and had to work to make sure I would follow up as he got me to promise, even if I couldn’t imagine saying no to him.

On the other hand, Markus seemed like the kindest, most gentle, hung top I had ever met, perhaps in some small way coming from his experience as a nurse. Even the first time I tried to work his hard cock into my ass through a gloryhole, he had chided me, even calling me a bit of a slut. But he still allowed me to work it in, surprised at how easily such a big uncut cock would go seemingly so easily inside my tight deep hole.

From that moment I knew I would want as much of him as he would be willing to give me.

And of course Adrian gave me no time to sort out my conflicting views, or to do anything at all, other than continue my training with him. Even if he did throw out an enigmatic clue as to what had happened, even as he laughed: “I’m a trainer, dude. And I don’t allow guys to not do what I demand of them. So it’s not all that hard for me to figure out how to track my trainees. And, seriously, I may be more hopeful about you than you may think, especially after you were willing to let me piss on you. I’ve been looking for an older dude like you for a while already.”

Markus was mostly just quiet, although it quickly became clear the plan was for Adrian to make sure Markus used me the way Adrian wanted Markus to use me, which I would soon learn was way more rough than I would have ever dreamed Markus even could be, almost as if Adrian was able to compel Markus to be whatever Adrian demanded.

I loved seeing the two of them naked together, even if I was worried about how to do this best. But since we were at Adrian’s, I knew I had to let Adrian run things, especially since I also was not sure of what history the two of them had.

So within minutes, Adrian was pushing Markus to fuck my face, as close to gagging as it seemed I had ever been, with Adrian getting more and more excited as my eyes teared up, with Adrian himself going hard as well, seemingly quicker than even he had expected.

I loved the feel of Markus’ huge cockhead in my mouth, although I would be lying to say I enjoyed it, deep in the back of my throat. I tried my best to please, but Adrian could quickly enough tell I wasn’t really up to deepthroating Markus like Adrian wanted me to, so quickly enough I was on my back, as Adrian instructed Markus to fuck me, hard, while Adrian fucked my throat slower and more deliberately than Adrian had had Markus do. It was still a challenge, but luckily for me Adrian was probably a couple of inches shorter than Markus, so I was almost able to handle it, other than the few thrusts that he almost gleefully forced into me, as he held my legs up and all but forced Markus to pound me, taking advantage of every gasp I made by forcing his own cock further down my throat.

I was afraid I was losing any chance of developing a real relationship with Markus, but I really had no choice other than to obey Adrian, so I did my best to enjoy two real-life fantasies at once, and I couldn’t help cumming myself, as somehow both Markus and Adrian seemed to coordinate dumping their loads in me, at the same time.

And of course Adrian remained ever the trainer: “Just don’t give yourself credit for 3 yet. You still have two more to go in order to adhere to our bargain, bitch.” At least he smiled, as he tenderly kissed Markus, almost as if he was showing me clearly that Adrian was the boss, and that all my emotions needed to go through him, even if any might be intended for Markus.

I was sore but pleased as I sucked Markus clean, even while Adrian remained hard as he made sure he pushed Markus’ cum in me as deeply and deliberately as he could, almost laughing as he did: “So of course I’m still tempted to move you beyond 4 a day, but we’ll let things go for now. For at least another day or two.” And then as he had me lick him clean: “So don’t forget to report on these two other loads you still have to get in you. Maybe with a bit of luck I’ll get to see you once more at the end of the day. And with even more luck you’ll be feeling how hard you’ve been fucked all day in your chair at work, as you leak out all this cum.”

And there we were off, Markus and I, as Adrian got ready to get on with his day. “Just remember to keep me posted, bitch. I think you’re at least learning that I might be an even more competent trainer than you might have hoped for.” It was so hard not to love his smile, even if I was sore.

And as we walked out, I was surprised yet again, both by how kind Markus almost immediately was, almost nurse-like knowing how sore I had to be, even as he smiled, and a bit Adrian-like, almost gloating, and yet still almost lover-like. So even just out Adrian’s door I already had to grapple with yet another new piece of a fantasy coming to life.

I looked at Markus. He looked at me. “You do know I only did what I had to there, right? And I know you must be sore, even if not as sore as I’m sure Adrian is eventually going to make you, but since it’s still kind of early, I really would like you to stop by my place for a bit, if you have any interest.”

Fuck. I really wasn’t comprehending that my fantasies come true also had fantasies of their own.

Markus and I headed to the train. I looked at him. There were so many things I didn’t know about him. There also had to be so many things about me that he didn’t know. But I could tell just by looking into his eyes that there was a future ahead. Even if I didn’t quite understand what kind of a future that might be.

Markus smiled at me: “You know we don’t have to report anything here to Adrian about this, since any more can’t count from me, any more than it did from him.” He laughed, with his beautiful smile: “With a bit of luck, maybe I can help you get at least part of your remaining obligation done for Adrian today.”

Markus smiled again. We headed down to the subway.

Holidays and Holy Daze

Ron, Kim, and I stood up and greeted Tyler with hearty handshakes and verbal salutations. Tyler was known to all of us, and we were all delighted to know that he would be with us—at least for a while—though I was taken aback by the fact that Tyler had entered the room from Woody’s suite. Were the two of them an item? Was this the end of my chances with either of them?

“I persuaded Tyler’s boss, who also happens to be Mr. Block’s publisher, to loan Tyler to us for a few weeks,” explained Woody. “As you all know, Tyler lived here with us while he was getting his degree in English lit from UC-San Diego, so he’s very familiar with the place and our operations. We won’t have to spend any time bringing him up to speed.”

I spent most of the morning helping Kim make arrangements for the Thanksgiving dinner, which, I discovered, were actually two dinners. On Thanksgiving day, we would be hosting LGBT kids from local shelters and foster homes as well as some who were just living on the streets. The second party, the day after Thanksgiving, would be for college kids who could not go home for the holiday, either because home was too far away (as with some foreign exchange students) or because they had been disowned by their families. I was assigned the task of checking with those facilities and the local Pride organization to make sure that we had up-to-date head counts and that the necessary transportation was in place.

“Can you spare a couple of hours this afternoon to help me with some things?” Tyler asked me at lunch. Of course, I said I could. Apparently, Woody had dumped a load of work on Tyler—phone calls and correspondence that had been neglected for more than a month, appointments to be rescheduled or cancelled, travel plans that had to be rearranged, and solicitations to be accepted or rejected. Working side by side with Tyler was challenging. On the one hand, I was delighted to be so close to him; on the other hand, I was frustrated that I could not get even closer. My hormones were giving me fits.

After dinner, Tyler went back to his duties while I focused on my artwork.

That night after I stripped down and crawled into bed, my mind raced with thoughts of Woody and Tyler. For about 15 minutes, I just lay there stroking my rod gently as I fantasized about my two favorite men. Finally, I decided to get up and walk out on my balcony to see what might be going on around the pool below. As I watched some of the college kids fooling around and humping, I heard a knock on my door. “Come in,” I said, not even thinking about the fact that I was stark naked and sporting a hard-on—hell, everybody at the Block estate had seen me naked at one time or another, and most had seen me with an erection, either at a distance or up close and personal.

“Good. You’re up,” teased Tyler, grinning at my protruding manhood.

“Hey, Tyler. What’s up? Uh…what can I do for you?”

“I’m here to collect.

“Collect what?”

“Have you forgotten the night of your initiation here?” Tyler asked, walking toward me.

“Hell no!” I replied. “I’ll never forget that night.”

“Good,” he chuckled. “Then you should remember that you owe me one.” And before I could reply, he grabbed my dick with one hand, gripped the back of my neck with the other, and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss that left me weak in the knees.

Since I was putty in his hands at that point, he lifted me off the floor, carried me to my bed, and threw me upon it, diving in after me and planting more wet kisses all over my face. Before I knew what had hit me, he was down on my cock, sucking it for all its worth. I moaned in blissful agony. Soon, his aggression turned to submission.

He rolled over onto his back, lifted up his knees, and commanded, “Fuck me. Fuck me like I fucked you.”

I didn’t need any coaxing. I rammed my stiff rod deep into his love channel and pounded like my life depended on it. After several minutes, though, I looked down at his beautiful face and remembered what had attracted me to him in the first place. It was his compassion. During my initiation, even though the sex was rough, it was also loving.

I didn’t stop fucking, but I did slow down, and with my dick high up his ass, I leaned forward and kissed him lovingly. I planted butterfly kisses all over his face, including his eyelids. I nibbled on his ear lobes and licked across his neck. When I returned to his mouth, he was ready for me, opening wide to allow my entrance. As we deep kissed, the passion flared, consuming both of us. I picked up the pace, driving my dick harder, faster, and deeper into his love canal. We didn’t just fuck, we made love, but we did it like two feral animals in heat. With no hands on his dick—neither his nor mine—Tyler shot streams of white cream all over his belly and chest. And I followed suit, blasting my love seed deep into his private sanctum. It was more than sex, it was a holy union.

I collapsed on top of him and quickly fell asleep in his arms. I thought we should talk, but when I awoke the, next morning, he was gone.

On the days leading up to Thanksgiving, he would slip into my room almost every night, but I knew that he was also sleeping with Woody. I was confused, but whenever I tried to bring up the nature of our relationship, he would change the subject or find other ways to evade the issues.

Thanksgiving was an absolute delight. The kids gorged themselves on the food, coming back for seconds and even thirds. Zac played holiday songs as the kids sang along or danced. Woody had hired a polar bear to play Santa Claus, who gave each kid a gift card for a shopping spree at Target. (Mr. Block had always been adamant about patronizing businesses that supported LGBT rights and avoiding those that did not, and Woody seemed determined to continue this tradition.)

The whole scene played out again the next day at the party for the college students. The only difference was that the college kids…well, they did what horny college students do.

Though Mr. Block was not able to attend either party, he sent his greetings, and Woody reminded everyone that even during difficult times, we were blessed to have one another.

On Saturday morning, none of us wanted breakfast; we were still stuffed from the previous two days. Tyler participated in all the festivities, but on Saturday morning he flew back to San Francisco to take care of his own personal business that he had been neglecting for two weeks.  On Sunday morning, I was awakened early by a familiar, ominous sound—the shrill wrenching of sirens approaching the front gate. As I had done before, I raced down the stairs just to see EMTs loading a gurney onto the ambulance and Woody climbing in behind them.

Kim, Ron, and I busied ourselves cleaning up the place after the weekend’s revelry, but we thought of nothing but Mr. Block’s condition. Finally, a few minutes after 11:00 p.m., Woody came straggling in. We all rushed to meet him and receive news of Mr. Block’s health. “He’s gone,” Woody announced meekly. “He had another massive heart attack, and there was nothing the doctors could do.”

The news hit all of us like a ton of bricks. We all offered Woody our condolences before Ron broke down and Kim had to guide him upstairs to his room. Woody retreated to his own room, and I just wandered around the house bumping into furniture. Just before midnight, I found myself strolling into Woody’s room, where I saw him staring vacantly out his window. “Please forgive the interruption,” I said. “I just wanted to see if there is anything I can do for you.”

Without speaking, Woody just gestured for me to come closer, and when I did, he threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly. I held him closely. “I know how much he meant to you,” I consoled.

“He was like a father to me,” Woody replied. “I don’t know what I’ll do without him.”

“What can I do?” I asked. Without saying a word, Woody took my hand and led me over to his bed where he kissed me, pouring his whole heart into the gesture. He removed my shirt and then my shoes, pants, and underwear. Gently seating me on the edge of his bed, he kissed a trail down my body to my crotch, falling to his knees and taking my dick into his mouth. Of course, I grew hard in no time.

Upon rising, he kissed me again and began removing his own clothes. I had always imagined that if we were ever to have sex, he would take me. Instead, he straddled my body and lowered himself onto my erect pole.

As he rode me vigorously, he placed his hands on my chest and then leaned forward, gripping my wrists and wrapping my arms around him. He wanted to be held, and I was happy to oblige—not for my own pleasure, but because I knew that he just needed someone at that moment. I was glad that I was able to be there for him, but I harbored no illusions. He might have chosen anybody to comfort him in this way. He chose me simply because I was there. As much as I might have wanted to mean more to him, I knew that it was not so and not meant to be.

Even so, he was immensely handsome and sexy as hell. The fact that he was so vulnerable at that moment did not diminish his attractiveness but enhanced it, stimulating me all the more. I tried to hold out for his benefit but could not hold back and shot my seed deep inside him. Despite the tears forming in his eyes, he smiled ever so slightly, lifted himself off of me, lay down beside me, nestling his head against my chest and again pulling my arm around him. We both fell asleep with him in my embrace.

The next morning, I awoke in his bed…alone. I comported myself back to my room, showered, got dressed, went down to breakfast, and took up my chores as I did every morning as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Upon hearing the news of Mr. Block’s passing, Tyler rushed back to San Diego and helped Woody with funeral arrangements and plans for memorial services. We saw very little of the two of them leading up to the funeral. Oh, they were around, but they kept mostly to themselves. Was Woody ashamed of having slept with me? Did he feel that I had taken advantage of him in a moment of weakness? Did Woody tell Tyler about our night together, and was Tyler thus avoiding me out of jealousy or anger? I felt very awkward and even questioned if I still belonged at the estate. Was it time for me to move along? After my dad had thrown me out, Mr. Block and Woody had been my salvation, but maybe it had just been a period of calm in the storm. Maybe it was time for me to fend for myself again.

Rafael flew back from Spain for the funeral along with Ambassador Papa and all the other men who had attended the dinner in New York. George Clooney, Chris Evans, and the actor introduced to me at the banquet as Brad were among the many Hollywood celebrities in attendance. “Are you still coming up to L.A. next weekend?” Brad asked me.

“Well, under the circumstances, I’m not sure—

“He’ll be there,” Woody interrupted, almost sternly, before walking away. Was he encouraging me, or was he just trying to get rid of me?

After the funeral, Woody called all of the staff into his office. “You may be wondering if things are going to change now that Arthur is no longer with us. The answer is no. The estate has been amply provided for, and that includes your salaries and benefits. He has left behind a number of paintings that have been scheduled for various art shows, and there are several unpublished novels, including some that will undoubtedly be made into movies. His commitment to LGBT youth will continue thanks to a trust fund that he established in his will. Of course, none of it will be quite the same without him, but he would insist that we carry on his work, and so we shall.”

The following Friday, I drove one of the Lexuses up to Brad’s estate in Los Angeles. I had thought of inviting Ron, Kim, or even Tyler to go with me, but they were needed to prep the estate for upcoming Christmas and New Year’s parties, so I took the piano-playing hunk Zac with me instead.

Brad’s Beverly Hills mansion was just what you might expect for a box-office star—a grand stairway that led from the foyer to the second floor and eight bedrooms to accommodate not only Zac and me but several other weekend celebrity guests. Original artwork, including several Brock Archers, adorned the walls.

Brad took an immediate liking to Zac, and when Zac played and sang for Brad’s guests, he practically became a star overnight. Several of the Hollywood elite asked for his phone number, either to engage him to play for their upcoming parties, to enlist him for their artistic endeavors, or to get him into their beds, and Zac was readily amenable to all offers. Since Zac’s brother Jack lived in L.A., Brad insisted that Zac call him and invite him over to join the party Saturday night. Many of the guests were definitely turned on with the prospect of having sex with the two gorgeous identical twins.

 Like Zac, I had sex with several of those celebrities that weekend, but I also got a chance to show off some of my sketches, which proved to be very popular. I sold several pieces, and a number of people asked about commissioning works from me. I even got an offer from a movie producer to work on the art design for his upcoming movie—the same producer who recruited Zac to work on the music for that movie.

On Sunday, before returning to San Diego, Zac and I went to Tom’s House, the headquarters of the Tom of Finland Foundation and the house where Touko Valio Laaksonen, a.k.a. Tom of Finland, spent the last years of his life. Not only did I get to show off my sketches again, but I also got a tour of the place, including the extensive archives and the famous Pleasure Garden, and I got to meet the two artists who were currently in residence, a sculptor from Estonia and a mixed-media artist from Thailand. I invited them to our upcoming New Year’s Eve party, and they accepted enthusiastically.

Back at the Block estate, Ron and Kim greeted Zac and me warmly and asked us to relate the highlights of our weekend, especially the sexual escapades. We gladly shared those stories and even demonstrated some of the moves we had learned, much to Ron and Kim’s delight.

The two weeks leading up to Christmas were hardly exciting. Aside from carrying out my regular duties and assisting Ron and Kim with theirs when needed, I focused mostly on my artwork. There were always opportunities for sex, and I took advantage of them whenever I felt like it, but somehow it just didn’t seem quite as fulfilling as before.

Most of the planning was for the New Year’s party since no big event was slated for Christmas. Kim prepared a spectacular Christmas dinner for our little “family”—Woody, Tyler, Kim, Ron, and me. A few presents were exchanged on Christmas Day and phone calls were made to family and friends—the ones who had not rejected us.

The day after Christmas Woody called me into his office. Seated behind his official-looking desk and speaking in his “boss voice,” he started out by reminding me that my probationary period had come to an end, and then he stood up, walked around the desk, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “You know we have a very strict rule here: no fraternizing between management and staff. You broke that rule a couple of weeks ago. Consequently, I can no longer have you working here and living upstairs.”

“What? You’re firing me?”

To be continued

I had a happy upbringing, and both my parents were very loving. I gravitated toward my mother, and always felt my lack of boyishness disturb my father. Instead of sports, I gravitated to the theatrical side of school activities. My father always attended these events and was complimentary of my performances, but I could tell he was not entirely happy.

On my sixteenth birthday, before the guests arrived, my father sat me down in our lounge and presented me with a large gift box.

“Before you open this, just hang on because we are awaiting the arrival of your explanation for this gift,” dad explained.

As I sat perplexed, our doorbell rang.

After my father opened the door, a Neanderthal creature followed him into the lounge. Not only did he have the most abundant beard I had ever seen, but also, the arms extending from his short-sleeved shirt look apelike. In the abundance of all this hair, the top of his head was bald. His eyebrows looked like hairy caterpillars. As he smiled at me, his big teeth got curtained by a moustache that almost covered his thick lips. Worst of all, as he sat, he placed his thick hands on his knees. All his knuckles fingers looked like fat furry worms. Despite his pleasant demeanour, he was bordering on grotesque.

“Open your gift,” my father now announced.

As I did so, the khaki contents perplexed me.

“You know, Kenny, I have always supported you in all your activities. Now, I would like you to try something I recommend. This person is Scoutmaster Billy, and for the next three months, I want you to give scouting a crack. We have to try new things, and getting in touch with nature is very healthy for human beings,” my dad declared.

‘Are you fuckin’ kidding,’ I thought to myself looking at two smiley faces. As sat observing the two men, my resolve reluctantly weakened. After all my dad had done for me, the least I could do was to adhere to his wish.

Half-heartedly, I acquiesced.

“Cool, I’ll pick up next Saturday,” Billy quickly responded.

‘I can’t wait,’ I grudgingly thought, contemplating a weekend of hell with the subspecies.

The yeti left soon after, to my delight.

I did not look at the dreaded khaki menace until Friday evening. To my amazement, it fitted no doubt thanks to my mom. As I thought about my father’s three-month appeal, I was sure I would be able to reduce the sentence.

The following Saturday morning, as the ‘prison’ truck arrived on time, I soon myself in the company of guys I had always gone to great lengths to avoid at school. They were all nature lovers. Callously, I had always believed that if a wild animal wanted its skin so badly, it should have run faster.

With the Neanderthal driving the bus, I listened to corny songs strummed by a useless guitarist who could not hold a note. Slumped in the back, I thought my life had ended. 

The worst was soon to follow when we reached our destination. As our pedestrian accommodation had got erected to my horror, I learned that the sasquatch scoutmaster and I would be sharing a tent. 

My only relief was that there was an ablution area with flushing toilets.       

After supper that evening, if you can call it such, more horrendous folk music followed. Feeling as if I was in a living hell, I opted to retire early. As I lay listening to the unearthly din, I was sorry that I had not brought along some of my mother’s sleeping tablets.

I was still awake when the Neanderthal arrived and undressed. As I sneakily peeped, I watched him undress. Amid all the hair, I saw an impressive cock peeping through a forest of fluff. 

Inexplicably, this sight turned me on.

“Are you still awake, buddy?” he rhetorically inquired.

“Yes,” I meekly answered.

“Fall can often be cold in these parts. Are you warm enough?” he asked.

“Actually, no, I wish I had packed a tracksuit,” I answered.

“Mutual body warmth often does the trick. Why don’t I cover you with my open sleeping bag, and crawl in with you?” he suggested.

“You don’t have to bother,” I timidly responded.

“Nonsense, mutual body warmth works brilliantly… It’s a scout thing,” he advised.

Transfixed, I watched him unzipping his sleeping bag before covering me. Next, Billy slid in next to me.

Initially, there was nothing salacious about his actions, but gradually, his body moved closer to mine as I lay on my back. Shortly, a stiff protuberance rubbed against my thigh.

“Are you more comfortable?” he murmured as his hairy mouth bristled against my ear.

Every negative, former thought obliterated as I sighed in acquiesce. All my adversity then melted as Billy’s tongue contoured my ear.

‘Oh, fuck, why was I so blind?’ I thought to myself. 

“Are you still sorry your dad forced you into this?” Billy asked.

“No, no,” I whimpered.

As his hairy mouth covered my lips, his tongue commenced lashing in my mouth.

I had never imagined anything this exciting in my life as his hairy frame moved closer to me.

Every fibre of my being got overcome by lust as his arm encased me.

“So, do you like being a scout?” he chuckled.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, I love Baden Powell,” I gushed.

Billy chortled as he continued kissing me. Swamped by his hair, my legs opened and clamped around his thighs after he moved on top of me.

“Must I fuck you, buddy?” he asked.

“Yes, oh, fuck, yes,” I sighed.

As Billy nestled on top of my body, a self-satisfied murmur escaped his lips. “I didn’t think you liked me,” he concluded.  

“I was stupid,” I proffered.

“What changed your mind?” he inquired.

“Your hot body,” I giggled.

“Are you a virgin,” he then asked.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Whew… You realize this is going to hurt,” Billy imparted.

 “Uh-huh,” I boldly replied.

Little did I realize that Billy had a cone-shaped cock. From a thick base, it tapered to a smallish uncut head. For eternity, it would always remain the most magical cock that ever fucked me. Once his overhanging snout had lodged in my pucker, the shaft effortlessly slid into my arse. After the initial minor discomfort, the rest was blissful heaven. Swamped by his hairy face and unctuous lips, my virgin hole was gently prized open, and in no time, I was purring like a kitten.

As fur and spit coated my face, my backside hummed with satisfaction. My only worry became that it would end too soon. That needless thought got dispelled as my body got rotated constantly, as Billy continued plowing my arse. The other delight I learned that night was that despite cumming regularly, Billy’s stamina was endless. I completely forgot about the frosty fall weather when I finally drifted off to sleep, exhausted.

The following night was even more intense, and by Sunday, I was distraught when I arrived home.

My father was ecstatic when I informed him how much I had enjoyed the outing. For the following year and a half before I left for college, I became the most devoted scout in history. I must admit, however, that all my badges were honorary.

Sadly, I never saw Billy after that. He had obviously, moved on to teach new scouts the importance of bonding with nature. Lucky them!

Stardate 3057, Senior commander Gib Sinep logging on. Day 1047 of my solo mission. It has been 27 days since my starship core began to degrade. I have yet to locate a viable energy source in this quadrant. Starship Uranus computer predicts total power loss in 14 hours. No further update on signs of life in this area of the Black Eye galaxy. Gib signing off.

Dropping out of hyperspeed into the Black Eye galaxy is what had caused the damage to the Uranus’s core. The Uranus was completely self-sufficient, and offered its one man crew everything a space commander needed to complete his mission.

Complete with a gravity generator, state of the art growing chamber, sleeping pod, and exercise bay. Gib had fulfilled his duties through the duration of his voyage. He had definitely kept up with his workout routine. The muscular astronaut had to keep his body in top condition. It was imperative in order to keep going. He was searching for new life. Even as a boy he had always stared into the sky and wondered if there was something more. Years in the military had shaped his chiseled body, and asked to join the star fleet, he didn’t think twice about it.

Gib had always been a loner. He turned heads his whole life because his manly features developed early. Naturally muscular, smooth milky skin, broad and defined shoulders which sank down into a trim waist. The globes of the commander’s ass caked out over his god like trunks of muscular legs. Front side were large pecs and a v that lead to his magnificent cock. He had been blessed with a 10 inch, uncut piece of meat and a hefty set of balls.

This was his first mission, and after logging off from his daily report, he had to complete his next task, even if today may be his last. The most important action of the day. Milking his fat cock and balls dry of cum.

The one setback to the gravity generator is that it was highly disruptive to the ship pilot’s balls. This was not disclosed during training, but after the first day of the mission, Gib quickly developed symptoms of lock cock. He woke from sleeping just after passing Saturn. His balls were plump and painful. The skin on his sack was stretched so thin that almost every vein was bright blue. This agitation of the ball sack causes the thickening of its contents and eventually completely blocks the cock with thick cum. It could be deadly.

He reported his discomfort to Starfleet command and the doctor recommended ejaculation from the penis immediately.

Gib began to stroke his dick with his hand, just like the doctor ordered. His balls had grown to the size of baseballs and he needed relief, and fast.  He twisted his nipple with the other hand. That would always get him to come faster. When he used to jack off in the barracks on his home planet, he would pinch his nipple to cum quickly. Gib’s fingers squeezed tighter on his nip as his cock engorged up to his navel. He was in pain but had to power through like the doctor prescribed. Gib always followed orders, and this time would be no different. He could feel pressure building and finally he began to orgasm. Soon he would have relief, and could continue on. The cum began to slowly chug out of his cockhead. He looked down and saw the first thick ropes ooze out onto his abs. He let out a painful moan as his full sack slowly emptied out the thick spunk from his swollen sack. His whole body tense, the last spurt volleyed onto his lips. He let out a long sigh and licked the chunky sperm from his lips. He had never seen his cum that thick before.

From day forward, to avoid the pain, Gib’s first duty of the day was to masturbate to keep his cock from locking up. 1047 loads of cum, plus or minus a few. Today would be no different. He had decided that his final 14 hours of life would be spent milking the cum from his uncut cock. Gib slowed the Uranus’s speed to a crawl to save energy. He sat in the pilot chair nude looking into the vastness of the galaxy through the ship’s front windows. Cock in hand, he slowly stroked and began to penetrate his tight hole with his finger. Why had he not brought a dildo on the voyage? He had longed for a cock in his ass for years now.

His cock erupted violently across his pecs as he pushed his finger into his prostate.

“Proximity Alert!” the ships computer blurted out, jarring Gib’s eyes open. His eyes focused and he peered out the window. A large mass was hovering in front of his ship.

“Uranus…coms on.” Gib said sitting forward.

“Hello, can you hear me? My name is Commander Gib Sinep and my ship’s core is low on energy. Can you be of assistance?”

A series of moans was the only response that echoed back through Gib’s com speakers. Gib stood and stared out at the ship. His cock swinging between his thighs was still dripping cum. The moaning on the coms got louder and more erratic. The foreign mass illuminated and in the main window and Gib could make out a shadowy figure. At 6 foot tall, Gib assumed that this being was at least eight feet. It was bulky and muscular. He was humanoid in build and Gib couldn’t make out many features, but the pilot of the strange ship was obviously aroused. The being’s cock was pressed against the window of his ship and it was growing rapidly toward the creature’s knee.

Gib was frozen. A sense of fear and excitement upon him as he watched the figure’s red eyes gaze on him. It’s moans filling the cabin of Uranus as it watched him.

Gib looked down to see is cock rising up. The skin peeling back to reveal his pink cockhead. Precum was already starting to drool out of his widening piss slit.

“You like what you see? What is your name?” Gib spoke to the extraterrestrial raising his eyes back up to meet his new discovery.

“My name is Dati…and yes I can assist you.”The alien said back over the coms.

Gib could not believe he had found life in this galaxy, and just in the nick of time. A mere hours away from total loss of power on the ship, and he now was staring at a big dicked alien that was willing to help him out.

Dati’s appendage smeared a glowing substance across the window of his ship, Gib could only assume that was its version of precum, but why was it glowing?

Gib was mesmerized by the creature’s swaying cock, and Dati’s moans grew louder over the coms. Gib began to stroke his cock again.

“May I come aboard your ship to assist you Commander Gib?”

“Yes, I’m desperate.” Gib was desperate. He not only needed help with the Uranus core, but he also had a deep itch inside of him. An itch that he had not been able to remedy for 1047 days. He had tried everything. Fingers, tools, even zucchini’s from the growing chamber of the ship, but nothing had worked. Nothing was ever able to fully substitute for the real thing. He only got close on day 50 of his voyage when he was able to get the head of his cock maneuvered into his own anus and cum. His own cum filled his ass, but it still didn’t scratch the itch inside for a big thick cock.

“I will beam myself aboard Uranus then.”

Dati said holstering his large cock in a black sling. The straps locked around his waist and he tapped his left pec three times with his hand. His shadowy body began to glow bright white and he slowly disappeared.

Gib turned as Dati’s glowing figure began to solidify onto the Uranus bridge floor.

Dati’s large feet changing to a darker shade of gray color first. Gib could really see the size of his rescuer now. Shortly, the being would fully metabolize before Gib’s dripping cock.  Almost eight feet of solid gray, veiny muscle stood before him.  

“Thank you for coming aboard Dati. I really need some help.” Gib said as the two studied each other’s bodies. Dati was taller than Gib, by at least 20 inches. His muscles were twice as big as well.

“It has been eons since I have come across another ship. You are a fine specimen Gib.” Dati says tapping his pec one time, his cock sling disappears releasing his large member.

It springs up slapping between Gib’s thighs. As it impacts his taint it pushes his feet off the floor. Gib tightens his strong thigh muscles on Dati’s thickness and begins to slide down its length until their torsos meet. All of Gib’s weight levitating on the alien’s cock.

“I’m so glad I have found you Dati, I have been searching for you my entire life. I can’t believe I have found a new life, a new species. You are also a fine specimen.”

Gib looked up towards Dati’s downward gaze. Dati’s red eyes expressionless, his gray lips parted and his tongue began to stretch out. It was long and slid down past his jaw. Gib grabbed the towering alien by the shoulders and opened his mouth as Dati’s tongue began to explore his.

As Gib’s cock digs into the alien abs, Dati firmly grasp onto the astronaut’s ass cheeks. His digits massaging as his tongue drops further into the commander’s throat.

Gib knew he was going against all of Starfleet protocols. The inevitability of death in 14 hours had clouded his judgement though. He only cared about riding a cock one last time before cute ship core imploded.

Dati recoils his tongue and pushes Gib off of him. Gib landing on his knees, quickly begins to realize Dati also has a need to fulfill.

“Do you need Dati, commander?”

“Yes…sir.”

“I can supply you with the seed to create energy for your core. To repair your core. Do you want my seed?”

“Yes Dati, I want your seed.”

“Stay on your knees commander Gib.”

“Yes…Da..”

Before Gib could answer, Dati’s 12” gray monster was pushing past the astronaut’s pouting lips and into the back of his throat. The dominant alien grabbing at the back of his new find’s head and beginning to face fuck the submissive spaceman.

Gib could taste the foreign precum and it was sweet like sugar. The commander, revitalized, as the nectar was clearly giving him vigorous energy to work his mouth on Dati’s dick.

It was electric, and Gib’s body began to tingle. His hole was pulsing, his cock was throbbing, and his nipples where fully erect.

“Mmm boy, you want Dati’s dick, don’t you? You need it in your ass don’t you?”

Gib could only moan around the assaulting cock.

Suddenly Gib’s mouth is agape, and he feels a mounting pressure on is puckered asshole. He looks up and Dati is not in front of him.

Looking over his shoulder just as the alien begins to bury his face between his cheeks. Dati’s tongue snaking into the deepest parts of Gib’s insides.

“Fuck Dati, yes…mmm…thank you Dati.”

Dati’s tongue is longer than any human cock Gib ever rode and certainly more nimble. Gib’s eyes start to roll back into his head. His hands drop to the floor as Dati fucks him doggy style with his tongue. Gib is drooling and panting like the obedient boy he is.

Another bout of emptiness as Gib feels air hit his sloppy hole.

“You want Dati’s dick boy?” The alien’s warm breath invading Gib’s open cavity.

Gib could only nod before resting his face on the cold ship floor.

“Good boy.”

The alien cock head began to probe the commander. Dati smears his glowing precum around Gib’s whole, sending jolts of energy shooting through the spaceman’s cakes. Dati’s strong hands grab the narrow hips of his new shipmate, slowly forcing the length of his veiny cock into Gib’s velvety pussy.

“Oh, Dati thank you, please fuck me.”

Gib quickly feels up with cock and Dati’s balls tap out on the bottom of the commander’s thighs. Dati wastes no time letting Gib adjust and begins to withdraw, almost fully, before sending his meat slamming back in.

Dati’s hands make there way around to the astronaut’s pecs and begin to squeeze the bouncing tits of his new conquest.

The moaning boy’s dick leaks precum all over the ship floor as the alien pounds his ass raw.

Dati’s moans grow louder as he opens his mouth, extending his tongue once more. This time it extends even further. Gib feels it licking his back and shoulders as the creature cock finally finds that spot that he desperately needed scratched inside of him. He was in complete euphoria.

Dati extends his tongue down, wrapping around Gib’s cock like a boa. Constricting tight as the tip of his tongue begins to fuck the piss slit.

“Yes Dati, oh fuck!” was all Gib could muster.

Dati’s tongue pushes in further down the shaft as his cock plunges deeper into the astronaut’s guts. Gib felt increasingly energized and his balls had swollen back up to baseball size. He was close to exploding and his cum was starting to creep up to meet the invading alien tongue.

The alien could sense this and had become extremely turned on by the taste of the commander cum. His tongue had just reached the cum and it held it tight in place. Gib began to orgasm, but his shaft was dammed up.

“It hurts Dati, can I please cum? PLEASE!” Gib screamed.

The alien pinched Gib’s pecks and began to release his glowing hot cum into the commander’s body. Gib could feel the large amount quickly filling his ass to the brim. His own balls badly needed to release their load but could not.

Dati pulled the commander up toward his strong body continually tongue fucking his orgasming cock as the alien dick shot its final juice out.

The alien’s tongue pulled out of the swollen cock and thick torrents of spacemen jizz began to eject. Gib’s hearty load soaking his chest, abs and thighs.

“Hold Dati’s cum in boy. Don’t let any get out. You need it to save your ship.” Dati gasp out as he held Gib tight against him.

“Yes Dati.” Gib said as he tried to catch his breath. Dati stood keeping the commander on his cock.

“Take me to the ship’s core.” Dati ordered.

Gib pointed down towards the ship connector. They made their way from the bridge to the core pod. Gib straining his ass muscles to grip his stretched ring around the alien’s pulsing dick.

What was he going to do? Gib didn’t know what was going to happen.

They entered the pod and opened the core door. Gib, again, breaking protocols.

“Do you trust Dati?”

Somehow Gib completely trusted Dati. He didn’t know why, but he was willing to do anything Dati said.

“Yes Dati.”

“Keep your hole as tight as you can commander.”

“Yes sir!”

Dati slipped his hands under Gib’s knees and began to effortlessly lift the commander up while the invading cock slipped out of his cum filled hole. Dati held Gib out above the ship’s core.

“Now commander, push my seed out.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

“It will save your core. It will save your ship. It will save your life.”

Gib began to push the alien’s glowing load out from his ass. His burping hole dripping a gallon of the foreign jizz onto the ship’s core. The energy Gib had felt inside him was quickly draining and he fell limp in Dati’s arms as the last of the seed covered the core.

Dati exited the pod and carried Gib back to the bridge. He sat Gib in the pilot seat and they both looked out into space.

“Uranus energy 100 percent.” The ship computer states as Gib reaches over to touch Dati’s hand.

“Thank you Dati. How can I ever repay you?”

“I can think of many ways Commander Gib. Would you like to accompany me back to my home planet?”

“Yes sir, Dati.”

Josh entered the new coffee shop finding it a hive of activity. There was a line along the display cases and both registers were being utilized trying to keep up with flow of customers. As he moved to the back of the line, he scanned the seating area looking for a place to sit, knowing the chances of finding a table were slim. There was only one table in the middle of the room and three women moved to it just as he saw it. The outside seating along the sidewalk was worse, for the day was a surprisingly mild summer day, scattered clouds cutting the heat of the sun and a breeze from the west coming down the mountains.

He looked at his social media site checking again for anything from Tyler. It had been two weeks since the night in Charlotte and Tyler had been ignoring his texts and voicemails. He had driven by Tyler’s house once hoping he had returned, but with the garage on the rear of the house he couldn’t tell if Tyler was home or not.

Finally at the register, Josh ordered, paid, then stepped to the side to wait. He watched others take their orders and move into the seating area taking any table that came available, or out the doors to sit somewhere outside, knowing most were probably taking a public bench or sitting on the low retaining wall around the planter across the street.

“Josh!” the guy behind the counter called out.

Josh took his order, slipped a straw into it, and headed for the door for all the tables were occupied. On the sidewalk, he surveyed the seating provided by the coffee shop seeing all were taken. He looked across the street at the benches, then to his left. He froze, not sure what he should do. Coming toward him was Jonathan Robbins, Tyler’s father. There was a desire to flee, to take off to his right and find someplace to sit, but he couldn’t move his feet as Jonathan got closer and closer.

“You’re Joshua Davis,” said Jonathan.

“Yes, sir.”

“Can we talk?”

“You want to talk to me?”

“If you don’t mind. We can go to the garden center and sit in my office.”

“Can we sit somewhere else?” Josh replied.

“Sure, let’s go sit along the trail,” Jonathan replied, referring to the walking trail that ran through town.

It was surreal, sitting with Jonathan Robbins, Tyler’s father, on a bench at the edge of the walking trail. Bird song came from the trees and up on the bridge children’s voices, loud and joyful as they rode over on bicycles. Fifty yards down the trail a couple approached, a slow stroll while holding hands. Josh avoided looking at Jonathan instead leaning forward resting arms on knees and staring down at the ground. All he could think was this was the person who beat up Tyler and caused him to run away. To rush back to Raleigh where he worked part time and went to college.

“I don’t know what Tyler told you but…”

“You beat him up!” Josh interrupted, rounding around to stare down Jonathan.

“What? No, no, that isn’t true.”

“He was bruised and had a black eye.”

“But…” Jonathan stammered, then looked up and sighed. “We did get into an argument. He accused me of abusing his mother and making her leave.”

“Didn’t you?”

“No. She…was…a narcissist. She struggled with showing empathy and knew it was hurting Tyler. She tried but…we did argue, far too much and I know Tyler heard it. I thought we had found a good compromise but one day I came home to find her gone.”

“You don’t know where she went?”

“I got a letter about two months later from Memphis but when I tried to find her, she had moved on. She had left Memphis the day she mailed the letter.”

“Does Tyler know this?”

Jonathan didn’t reply.

“And the fight between Tyler and you?”

“He found out I rummaged through his room and accused me of being homophobic when he saw I had found a couple of books, but that wasn’t it. I was looking for a letter, or something that would tell me where Amber had gone. I assumed she might be in contact with him. When he came home that day he was already agitated, really upset and we ended up arguing about his mother, he demanding to know what I had done to make her leave and me trying to foolishly protect him. I know I was just making him angry…so very angry. He charged at me, and we went down on the coffee table. It collapsed under us and then we crashed into a side table, and I tried to push him away. I pushed out and hit him in the eye with the palm of my hand. I didn’t mean to hit him like that. He wouldn’t let me look after him. Not surprised he went to James.”

“What about him being gay?”

Jonathan shook his head. “I don’t care about that. Boy, I’ve really fucked this up. I did tell him the truth. About Amber and why she left, and that is when he stormed out and went back to Raleigh.”

“So, he does know the truth.”

“Yes, and…did he say anything about it?”

“Said his family was messed up, and he was too. Told me to forget about him.”

“Dammit. Tyler…”

“Do you have his address in Raleigh?”

“Yes,” Jonathan replied, taking out his cellphone. “Can I get your number? I assume you’re going to Raleigh to talk to him. I’d appreciate it if you let me know if he is doing okay.”

Despite everything, Josh looked at Jonathan with a smile.

Josh drove down the street that separated campus from a commercial area. Restaurants, bars, and shops that catered to the students and faculty lined the street. Since it was summer there were only a few students strolling the sidewalks. He looked for a place to park, knowing parking on campus was a problem for visitors and he would rather walk after the drive from Lincolnton. At the next side street, he turned and moved into the neighborhood until parking was allowed on the street and he pulled to the curb behind a truck.

A few minutes later, Josh was walking across the campus feeling like an intruder. Someone who wasn’t supposed to be there. James had told him not worry about it, that no one would question him or even care. He passed one building after the next until finally standing in front of Morrocroft Hall. From outside with the sun reflecting off the windows, it looked dark and empty, but the front door swung open, and a guy came out. Josh found himself staring for the guy was shirtless, wearing just jogging shorts. The guy had average good looks and an average build, but to Josh it was sexually appealing, the simple nature of his masculine form.

Josh stood to the side and let the guy pass, then he climbed the steps up to the front doors. The lobby was empty. He could hear music playing, but it was muted and from where it came, he couldn’t tell. In front of him were the two elevators and he moved to them, pressing the button to summon one.

At the third floor the doors slid open. Josh hesitated, took a deep breath, then stepped out into an empty corridor. He heard a television, and saw a door open a short distance down the hall. He pulled up the address on his phone again, worried he would mix up the dorm room number. Then he moved down the corridor looking at the number on each door until he came to 315. It was closed and no sound was coming from within. He knocked, then waited. After a long few seconds, he knew Tyler wasn’t inside.

Tyler was jogging around campus, pushing himself to the point of exhaustion. It was one of the only ways he could make himself not obsess over what happened back in Charlotte. He knew he should not have done it, but he had to admit to himself he did like Josh, felt attracted toward him. When he was honest, he had to admit he had been since his senior year in high school and Josh had turned sixteen. The way he had grown tall and filled out enough to reveal his masculine nature. Tyler had, up to that point, obsessed over James. It was James he had developed fantasies of a relationship, knowing it would never happen. And all through this futile attraction, Josh had been there, on the periphery. In hindsight, it should have been obvious to him that it was Josh who was like him. The one who desired the companionship of another male. The looks of longing, eyes following his every move, or when he was shirtless, admittedly showing off his body, those eyes looking at him with desire.

Then to have his fantasy become reality, to have Josh in bed with him. The sex had been better than he ever imagined. At times it aroused him to think of it, but it also pained him, broke his heart to think he didn’t deserve Josh, that he was too broken.

Broken.

What did he even mean by that? He felt torn about his guilt. Was it his fault his parents divorced? Was it his fault his mother had issues that made her distant, someone who could not be the mother he wanted? As a boy he didn’t understand it and with his mother trying to overcome her faults, they had managed a false sense of security in their relationship. But it didn’t last, and he knew there was no way it could have lasted. But he felt guilt, and felt like maybe, in some way, he was his mother’s son; broken and lacking something of his humanity. Or that is what he told himself, even as his heart broke with his leaving Josh in that hotel room. He felt his humanity, felt desire, want, felt empathy toward Josh, fearful of hurting him worse than he had already done. He didn’t feel like he suffered from his mother’s condition, but his irrational fear made it difficult to think otherwise.

He rounded the College of Design and headed back west along Stinson Drive. He followed the road as it snaked between buildings then ran straight until at Cox Hall. He turned right and ran across the large circular grass area, following the winding walks, then around one building or another until his dorm came into view. He slowed, then walked, hands on hips to the dorm as he allowed his body to slow down, his breathing return to normal.

He entered the building with sweat cascading down his torso further soaking his jogging shorts. The interior felt frigid at first, the air-conditioned air quickly cooling his skin, and he suddenly wanted a shower to get cleaned up.

The elevator took forever to arrive on the ground floor, something he had never grew accustom, always impatient for its arrival. The doors slid open, and he stepped in, hitting the button for the third floor. He stood in the middle of the cab not wanting to let his sweaty body touched the walls and watched the light change from one, to two, then three and felt the cab come to a stop. The doors slid open, and he stepped out and headed to his room.

After few steps he looked ahead and froze. Sitting on the floor at his door was Josh. It took his breath away and he stumbled, then gathered himself together and approached him. As he neared, Josh looked up and watched him draw near. There was that smile. The curl of lips and dimples forming on either side. The eyes followed his approach and softened when he stopped a few feet away.

“What are you doing here?” asked Tyler.

“You know why.”

“You should go home.”

“Let’s go inside and talk,” Josh replied, ignoring Tyler telling him to leave.

Tyler sighed then waited for Josh to get to his feet and move to the side. He unlocked then pushed open the door, motioning for Josh to enter. The room was very dimly lit, the blinds at the lone window closed allowing only the smallest slivers of light to enter the room. Josh went to the desk and rolled the chair out and sat. Tyler moved to his bed on the opposite side of the room and sat, pushing back until he could lean against the wall.

“Tyler…” Josh uttered then hesitated, working out what to say. Tyler sat silent, waiting. “I talked to your father.”

“You what?”

“I talked to your father. He said he didn’t abuse you.  Is that true?”

Tyler stared at Josh, then slowly nodded.

“Why did you lie about it?”

“I was trying to get him isolated from everyone and…”

“And in turn, cause you to get isolated too.”

“Something like that.”

“He told me about your mother,” Josh whispered.

Tyler wiped his eyes, then looked toward the closed windows as if he could see outside.

“She has problems,” Tyler uttered.

“And you think you do too.”

“I’m her son. I have parts of her in me and…”

“But you’re not like her in the way you fear. You have empathy. You care about others. Look at what you’ve done to protect people, thinking they needed to be shielded from you. It’s nonsense.”

“What’s nonsense?”

“We need to be protected from you.”

“Do you really think you could have a happy life with someone like me?”

“Happy…” Josh whispered the word, rolled it around in his mind, considered the fairytale it spoke of. “Not all the time. No one can expect such a perfect life. But I could feel contentment, a sense of security in life, if I had someone to share it.”

“And you think I’m that person.”

“I hope so. I willing to find out.”

Tyler smiled.

Josh leaned forward, elbows on knees, and continued. “I want to go out with you. I want us to go on dates. Dinner and a movie, or lunch in a park, or a weekend at the beach or in the mountains. I want to learn more about you, to really know you as much as one person can know another. Don’t you want that?”

Tyler stared at Josh and seemed to be barely breathing. After a long pause, he finally responded.

“Yeah…I’d like that.”

“Then why run from me?”

“Because…my family…mother…”

“That isn’t you. Yes, you have aspects of your mother, but I’ve not seen the bad aspects.”

“What will your parents say? What about James?”

“I’d like to think my parents will accept it, but whether, or not they accept it is not going to govern what I do. I’m going to live my own life. And James…” Josh smiled at Tyler, “well, he’s been supportive”

“Dad will freak out.”

“You know that isn’t true.”

“I guess.”

Josh eased up and moved to the bed. He climbed over it and sat next to Tyler. He took his hand in both of his and held it. The room became silent as they sat next to each other. Time passed, slowly, as the world outside continued. A guy came back to the dorm, backpack over one shoulder. Another jogged across campus. On the floor below four were sitting on the floor and bed of a room playing video games. In a room down the corridor, another was communicating through his email with a girlfriend who was on the west coast, vacationing with her family.

Josh lay on his back, shirt unbuttoned and pushed open revealing his torso. His jeans and boxers lay on the floor, where Tyler had tossed them. Josh felt the smooth skin of Tyler’s chest against the back of his legs as Tyler moved over him. His legs pushed down until knees touched his chest and his ass lifted from the bed. Against them he felt Tyler’s undulating body, the pressure of a push, then the relief as the body rose. He clutched the bed as he felt Tyler onto top and within, cock boring into his depths. It was the sensation that drove his own arousal, made his cock so hard it drooled onto his stomach. The slow push into his depths and the tug outward.

“Tyler,” Josh uttered as he put his hands on Tyler’s waist. He felt the smoothness of the skin, firm and flexing with the movement of their sex. He felt the heat of it, and he squeezed, fingers digging in, desperate, wanting, a physical pleading. “Fuck me,” he uttered pushing upward to take Tyler as deeply as he could.

Tyler held himself up on his hands and increased his pace, thrusting into Josh harder and harder, his pace quickening along with his arousal. His body grew hot, feverish, with beads of sweat forming. It trickled down his face and chest. Some dripped hotly down on Josh. It smeared between them making their skin slick against the other.

Tyler fucked. Fucked as hard as he could. All his pent-up desires and needs unwinding with his exertions until he was exhausted.

“Roll over,” Tyler whispered as he pulled free and got on his knees.

Josh got on his knees and elbows and looked over his shoulder as Tyler moved over him. He watched Tyler kiss his way up his back and felt the slick chest slide over it. He felt hands rub around his waist, up his stomach and chest, holding him in a tight embrace. Then they guided him to lay on his stomach. He felt Tyler between his legs, then cock rub over his ass, press against it, then Tyler put it to his loosened opening and sink into his depths.

“I do want you…so much,” Tyler uttered as he began to fuck again. He pushed inward slowly then tugged outward, over and over.

Josh felt every penetrating push into his depths. The fullness of Tyler’s cock buried inside him. It made his own rock hard, and he undulated his hips, pushing upward to take Tyler and pushing down to feel his own cock pressed into the bed. He undulated in rhythm with Tyler, the two moving as one. It was animalistic, primitive, their movement. Skin glistened wetly and lungs sucked in air, desperate for oxygen in overheated bodies.

“Tyler…please…” Josh uttered as he clutched the bed and pushed upward.

Tyler increased his pace, lifting himself on hands and knees. He thrust harder, faster, his need for release overwhelming. Hips smacked against ass. Moans and grunts echoed in the small room. The bed squeaked with their exertions.

“Fuck me…fuck me, harder,” Josh pleaded.

Tyler piston cock inside Josh at a rapid pace. Thrust with all his might, hammering hips against ass. He fucked until his muscles burned. Then he finally felt it, the sweet release that coursed through his body. His cock grew harder, thicker, as he shoved it into Josh’s depths. He ground his hips against Josh’s ass and came.

Josh rolled over next to Tyler, cock hard and leaking. Tyler took it in hand and slowly stroked it. Teasingly, toyed with the wet head with his fingers. Josh shivered and tried to pull away.

“Tyler, stop.”

“No,” Tyler replied, suddenly moving around. He straddled Josh and pushed his half-hard cock wetly up the smooth chest. He rubbed his ass over Josh’s hard cock feeling it flex beneath him. He rocked his hips back and forth until wet from it.

“Tyler,” Josh uttered, his voice full of need and want.

Tyler rose on his knees and took Josh in hand. He moved down to the hard cock and rubbed his opening over the wet head until Josh was pushing upward. Then he lowered himself down on it. He shuddered at the feel of penetration. But it wasn’t enough, and he eased down further, letting it fill him. Hands came down on his thighs and he felt the fingers dig into the tightening muscle. The grip spoke to their desperation. He moved upward, then down, slowly, feeling every inch tug and pull at his opening. He felt every inch inside him, the way it made him feel the fullness of penetration. As it stroked his desires, he increased his pace. As Josh pleaded and begged him to fuck harder, he increased his pace again. And once again, the bed rocked and squeaked beneath them, and their exertions overheated their bodies until skin glistened wetly.

Then Josh was shuddering, shoving upward with every ejaculation as he came.

Josh rested his head against the cool tile as the hot spray of the shower rained down over them. Hands held his waist and cock bore into his depths. Tyler moved inside him with a steady rhythm. A push inward until bodies smacked together, then a tug outward. Over and over and he stroked his own cock in rhythm to their fuck. Tyler leaned against his back and kissed along his spine until at the back of the neck. A kiss to the skin and the rake of a nose through his wet hair. The hands moved from his waist. They moved around to his undulating stomach, then one rubbed upward over his chest and the other moved downward, through pubic hair until it knocked his own hand away and took him. He braced himself on the wall and gave himself entirely to Tyler. He took his cock and let the hands manipulate him until he was crying out. He shuddered, then thrust through the fist, spraying the wall with his second load.

Tyler held him in a tight embrace and shuddered with his own release.

It was only two years. Just two short years but so much had changed for Josh. He drove into Lincolnton on his summer break. He would return in the fall a Junior. He drove through the commercial area near 321 and soon came into downtown. He circled the courthouse while thinking of his conversation that morning with James. Finished with college, James was in Charlotte looking for a place to live, for that was where his girlfriend had gotten a job. Their parents were happy to have him close, making comments they had worried both of their sons would leave once finished with college. He knew they thought he would leave the area for some city far away. But it was two years before he would graduate and there was a lot that could happen in the meantime.

He turned west back on Main Street and drove to the outskirts of town. He saw the sign for Wild Rose Garden Shop and slowed to turn in. It was a Saturday, and he knew Tyler would be working with his father in the shop. Tyler had graduated and come back to Lincolnton, biding his time until Josh got his degree. Then they would decide the next step in their lives. Josh pictured them living in an urban area, one full of diversity and acceptance, each working in their field of study. He pictured an apartment and a dog they would walk in parks on weekends. He pictured a normal life, cooking dinner together and evenings spent watching some old movie or sitting silently together each lost in a novel. He pictured waking up next to Tyler every morning.

Josh pulled into the parking lot and made his way inside. There were flowering plants in decorative pots lining the front window. Inside there was a sale table covered in seed for anyone wanting to start a late crop and down every aisle the products one might need to garden or maintain a yard. He scanned the room until he saw on the far side a man standing in an aisle looking down. Tyler stood up and held out a pair of gloves. He watched the transaction between the customer and Tyler. The man nodded as Tyler spoke, then he took the gloves from him. Tyler pointed to a wall display for safety gear. Eye goggles, ear protection, knee pads and coveralls with reinforced legs and chest pads. The man moved toward it and Tyler turned to head back to the counter when he stopped. He saw Josh and smiled.