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Every time the doorbell would chime or the phone ring Bruce hoped it would be his secret admirer finally getting the nerve up to declare himself. Christ it was already the end of the month and still, he didn’t know who had sent him that amazing Valentine’s gift. Sitting on the edge of his bed, his naked body waking up, he couldn’t help but wonder who out of all the men he knew, had the imagination and balls to have sent him that gift at work?

Couldn’t be Tyler, after all the guy was a blonde and a total typical blonde too. While the guy had a nice body, well endowed there wasn’t much between the ears. He might have mastered how to suck a cock, how to put a condom on and fuck like hell, but to think of such a gift? No not a chance, there wasn’t enough brain matter left over for that.

Mind you, that analysis of Tyler also let out a few others in his circle of guys that were sexually enjoyable, but companionship wise were less than desired. Take Charles for example, the guy was what, maybe 28 or 30 even? Still the guy had trouble remembering that you didn’t put lubricant on your cock before you put the condom on, that you put it on afterwards. Man how many condoms had the guy wasted, and it wasn’t like he could maintain his willingness to get ploughed forever. Even if Charles had a 9 inch long cock that made him groan the instant it got inside his tight ass, waiting till he figured out how to get the condom on after he lubed his cock first was not exactly an evening of wild passion, as the card had mentioned.

It was really bugging him, trying to figure out who had sent the gift and card. Mostly it was the sensuous writing on the card that had him all in a tizzy. Christ it made him feel like some super Jock that way it went on about his prowess in bed, and how the sender wanted to take it further, to be even more intimate than they already had. Hell it even went on to say how much the guy worshipped his cock and ass, and wanted to simply bury himself in those soft white cheeks until the sun came up.

Bruce kind of wished he knew who wanted to fuck him that long, and going over his list of dates he had finally expanded it to include guys from way back. Like maybe it was Ross, that short sexy strawberry blonde he had met on a trip to Spain. Now that was a stud and he had brains too.

After all, you don’t just wind up travelling to Spain from Kansas on a whim without some hard cash to back you up. Ross was one of those yuppie types too. He had long hair but always seemed to have in a ponytail, well, until night fell and the work day was over. Then it was let out, to flow down his perfect body. It always seemed to have several strands over the shoulder too and from the back, man it made for an interesting bit of gazing.

Ross might have been short in stature, but Christ his cock made up for it. The guy had one of the longest cocks he had ever seen, or taken for that matter. Soft it was nearly 7 inches long, and thick, man did that sucker spread his ass apart. Hurt like blazes when he shoved it inside of Bruce, and while it did make him walk funny for a week or so after their last encounter, it felt like heaven once it was buried inside of him.

Maybe it was Ross, but how the fuck did he find out where Bruce worked? He knew that he hadn’t told him and they had met as fellow travellers at the Hotel in Barcelona. It was one of those chance meetings, that led to some damn good sex. The time Ross had pretended to be a bull, and had Bruce act like the Matador. Fuck, that was hilarious and damn amazing.

To bend over, to wiggle his fleshy butt at Ross, and to watch from under his legs, as Ross came rushing at him, long hard cock in one hand, pointing right at him. Shit, it hurt too when he didn’t just stop at his ass, but lunged in between his spread apart cheeks. Cheeks he had held open with his hands. Fuck that had stunned him and hurt too as the huge cock penetrated his hole on that first lunged.

Still, he wasn’t so sure it could be Ross, though he wished it was. The guy knew how to please him, how to make him beg for that cock to be rammed into his butt. Just thinking of Ross and that monster cock made him excited. Even now, almost a year and half since they had met in Spain, he still got an erection thinking of that short week they had spent together. The sex was rough at times, and yet at other times was the most sensual he had ever experienced.

The way Ross would caress his body, moving all around his own 6ft tall frame, touching him all over, licking him. It made him sweat just thinking of it, even now as he felt his cock stirring again. He grinned to himself, remembering how in all their foreplay, Ross always had an erection and the feel of that cock rubbing him and moving across his belly as Ross moved to the other side, well, it never failed to make him hot and horny.

Reaching down, he flicked the head of his now hard cock and smiled. He sure wished it was Ross who had sent the card. To rekindle that affair would indeed be worth it all. To have him bury that monster cock in his ass again, and to have it all night long, was what dreams were made of.

Bruce laughed to himself as he felt the precum oozing around his cock, thinking of Ross and his cock. How he would slowly slide it down his butt cheeks, making them open wider as the huge moist cock head travelled down the sweat soaked crack. It never failed that Bruce found his ass crack wet when Ross was ready for him.

Holding his breathe or exhaling didn’t matter. That cock head hurt like hell when it pushed up against his pink hole and made its way into his ass. Nothing he could do would lessen that jarring pain that would race up his spine and make him cry out, and which even brought tears to his eyes. Still he never stopped him, never denied him the chance to enter him. Thing was, as much as it hurt, it also felt like heaven to him.

The pain only made him want more, made him even push backwards to the slow even push of the hard dick into his asshole. It hurt as it expanded his hole. The pain was always nearly unbearable, but not totally. Ross would take it slow, push a bit, then let Bruce’s body get used to it, before pushing again and start it all over again. He spent a lot of time moaning encouraging words and wishing that Ross wouldn’t tease him so much, but hell, it was that big. To rush it could do damage, and for as long as they saw each other, spent with each other, he didn’t want to be unable to service that cock for one second. It was that good too.

He loved how once it was in though, Ross was like a fucking jack hammer. That pole would suddenly shoot forward inside, stretching and ripping his muscles apart, as it dove hard for his innards. It made him cry out every time and yet even as his hands would pound the bed or floor, or whatever was under him, his voice would be begging for Ross to go faster, go deeper and harder into his body. Ross always obliged too and he could feel that driving pain, even now.

You would think too, that with a cock that size that Ross wouldn’t have too many who could take it, and that so when it would take Ross ages to finally cum, to get off, it constantly amazed Bruce. He didn’t know how he ever managed to hold on, when Ross was ploughing him. It wasn’t a quick wham bam thank you fuck either. It took time and that last night, it must have gone on for hours, or so it seemed like.

Time didn’t seem to exist when he had Ross’ cock buried inside his ass. The pain that rolled in and out of his body was something he had never experienced since either. Couple had come close, but nothing like Ross. The way he would stick it in, and then move his hips around and upwards, to twist the huge cock inside. It drove him nuts as Ross knew.

The sensation of being overfilled was unreal. He felt stuffed and when it was all over, when Ross had pulled out, he wanted it back inside. He missed it, and his body ached for it, despite the rushing waves of pain that would still be flowing inside of him. He loved the feel of that hot shaft as it sliced into his body, as it made his legs spread further out, and the few times when he was on his back, taking it, he could see the glazed look in Ross’s face. The way the eyes would roll and the hair just hand down, dripping sweat from each clump of hair. It would drop to his belly and yet it only made him squirm more.

His hands would hold his own legs apart, as Ross pounded him incessantly. He felt like a wishbone, and he was the one making the wish. Bruce never could get his legs far enough apart or so it seemed as that monster cock filled him and beyond even. He still ached thinking about how hard Ross would pound him, how his lithe body would shake and shiver as it dove down onto his own trembling body. He could still feel the legs shudder and grow numb as Ross never let up on him, never slowed it down but seemed to only go faster as time marched onwards. The sweat became a river across his belly too, as Ross humped him. Gawd it was like heaven, and with each hard thrust of that cock, he would moan until his grunts, groans, and screams were just one noisy cry for more.

When it was time he would hear Ross scream and suddenly feel himself empty. He would immediately feel the press of Ross’s body into his, his hot groin rubbing his aching ass, and then the hot sting of cum would splash him all over. It would hit him up near the face first, if he was facing Ross. Otherwise it would splatter against the back of his head, in his hair. He would cry out as more of the hot stream would flow over his shuddering body.

It was always a bitter sweet moment for him. On the one hand the flying cum made him cum too. It never failed that within 20 seconds of that first stream hitting him, his own cock would shoot its load out, usually while the last of Ross’s milk was dribbling down onto his trembling body, mingling with the sweat that would coat his body. He would hear Ross gulp for air and yelp as the last of his milk would come out, and then he would feel the body collapse onto his own.

Nothing was more enjoyable than feeling a totally spent stud laying on top of his own heaving body. It was perfect, and yet he knew too that in an hour it would begin all over again. That was the other thing about Ross, he was insatiable or so it seemed. And after an hour or so of cooling off, of being stuck together, the kissing would start and the caressing. Then once more he would be crying out in agony as the monster cock filled the ache in his ass.

The ringing of his phone startled him as he looked a bit bewildered. His hands were slick with his cum as he wiped them on the bed before grabbing the phone. The voice wasn’t one he recognized at first, but then it clicked. The grin on Bruce’s face only added to the fresh ached in his ass, as finally he knew who his secret admirer was.

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The most wonderful thing a lover has ever done for me was to give me my life. I didn’t understand it at the time, but if he had loved me as I wanted him to as I begged him to I would be long dead today.

The days of my sexual coming of age in Bangkok, Thailand, during the early mid seventies through the mid eighties were paradise followed by a rude awakening, a realization of how life can come back at you hard that I didn’t fully realize until I had left the City of the Angels. Bangkok was an open city with no sense of moral wrong. If you could afford it and enjoyed it, more power to you, and no one would pass judgment, let alone hassle you. It was the tail end of the ‘free love’ hippy era, before the realization of the existence of AIDS or the widespread use of condoms. It was flesh on and in flesh and do whatever jacks you off.

I ached for David, who, along with the hairdresser lover he had finagled into the country with a diplomatic passport, lived in the same apartment compound I did. David was a U.S. diplomat, who made flights every other week in and out of Saigon to register and transport the bastard children of U.S. servicemen from the recent war who the Hanoi regime was permitting to leave the country for a high price.

David was a magnificent black man, solidly built and beautiful in every way. His lover had come over officially as the tutor of David’s three children, but the children had returned to their mother in the States within two months and the hairdresser stayed on and became the darling of the international set. David’s wife was obviously one of the most understanding of human beings, but she never visited Bangkok while David was there as far as I knew.

The hairdresser, Tommy, was also nice to look at; a lithe blond, cute but submissive, with fluid moves and bent wrists. But it was David who I had my eyes on. I did everything I could to get myself close to David and to make him understand that he could have me any way he wanted me. And he was very friendly to me, and slowly let me enter his circle of friends, mostly local Thai gay boys, who didn’t attract me all that much. But he didn’t even touch me for the longest time.

I knew he could give good sex, because I walked in on him and the hairdresser doing the hot and heavy in their apartment one day and stayed around to watch. It was an inspiring and deeply sensual performance of coffee and cream. Both were naked. David was as beautiful in the nude as I could have imagined him to be in my wildest dreams. His cock was long and hard and thick, and when I walked in, he was slowly stroking it in and out of Tommy’s ass in a languid, fluid motion. Tommy’s back was flat on the bed, and David was standing below him and arched over his body. One of Tommy’s legs ran up David’s torso and David was holding the other one up and out. David was running his free hand over Tommy’s chest, belly, thighs, cock, and balls. Occasionally he would take the root of his own cock in his hand and rotate it in Tommy’s ass at great depth. Tommy would arch his back and rotate his hips in rhythm with David’s moves and sigh and moan. I could tell that David was fully satisfying him. And I wanted David to fully satisfy me, as well and, maybe, instead of Tommy, if the truth be known.

Right before David ejaculated inside Tommy; he brought his lips down to the hollow of Tommy’s neck and kissed him deeply there. Tommy turned his face toward me. His eyes were droopy and hooded; he looked like they were swimming in David’s semen, and I hated him for that. He gave me a satisfied ‘I’ve got what you want’ smile and then David turned his head and they went into a long kiss during which Tommy continued to writhe in pleasure until his body jerked and he shot cum up onto David’s belly. I turned and left the room in frustration and jealously.

I did eventually have sex with David, but it was nothing like the sex he had with Tommy. On several occasions we got into heavy petting on his pillow-strewn sofa, always when Tommy was off doing someone’s hair. David would never touch me when Tommy was there.

Our first sexual encounter was in the southern peninsula district of Thailand where we had gone on an American Embassy cultural program. David had a magnificent baritone singing voice, and as I had been a professional tenor, we had been teamed up to give cultural exchange concerts around Southeast Asia. The hotel we were staying at was a small one on the beach across from some peculiar and spectacular outcroppings that arose from the sea just off the coast and that had figured in one of the then-recent James Bond films. The hotel was so small that David and I had to share a room. The setting was exotic and the twilight was so romantic that we found ourselves in each other’s arms on a lounge chair we had found on the balcony outside our room. I atypically was the aggressor. I tried to kiss David on the lips, but he avoided that. He however allowed me to kiss his nipples and all around his torso until my lips dipped lower than his navel. He then brought my head back up to his chest and murmured that we could stroke each other off but no cocksucking, fucking, or even kissing on the lips.

I was extremely disappointed and angry at the hold that Tommy seemed to have on David, but I did come quickly to the magic touch of his hands stroking my cock, and he sighed and moaned satisfactorily at my own hand job on his dick.

On the occasions when David and I subsequently sex, we would undress each other which didn’t take much effort as there never was much being worn in the tropics anyway. As in our initial coupling, he never let me kiss him on the lips or on the cock or asshole, and he wouldn’t do that for me either, but kisses elsewhere and ‘feels’ anywhere were permitted. Our cuddlings and pettings usually ended with David straddling me from behind, his cock dry fucking up from the small of my back and him running his hands over my chest and belly and thighs and stroking my cock until I came. He’d have his face buried in the hollow of my neck from behind, and when he jacked off up my back, he would murmur how nice my body was and how much he’d enjoyed our lovemaking as he carefully wiped his cum off my back. It didn’t sound like much, but David was so beautiful that I think I could have cum just by us sitting there and looking at each other.

I had convinced myself that David had such a loyalty to Tommy that he would only be that intimate with one lover, and I fought with myself for months to respect that loyalty. But I was thoroughly confused and angered one day when I walked in to find him pumping his Thai houseboy from behind across the back of a chair, with both of them screaming with joy as David came. The houseboy had immediately turned and kneeled and cleaned David’s cock with his tongue. And David had let him do this and obviously had enjoyed it so much for the loyalty theory.

The next day when Tommy left to puff up some ambassador’s wife’s beehive, I stormed into David’s apartment and tried to force myself on him, to make him fuck me like he fucked Tommy. But David, considerably stronger than I was, pushed me to the door as gently as he could and, voicing his regrets that we needed to stop seeing each other, locked it behind me.

From that day forward, David’s door was closed and locked to me. And I hadn’t gotten over the frustration and anger on the day I left Bangkok for my next assignment.

Within a year both David and Tommy and presumably the Thai houseboy and most of David’s Thai gay crowd were dead. They had contracted AIDS, something I knew nothing about until long after I had left Bangkok, something that no one openly acknowledged was stalking the gay community in Bangkok while I was there. I had loved freely and frequently while I was in Bangkok, and it was a miracle that I never contracted AIDS myself. But David had made sure that I wouldn’t contract it from him. After he learned of the disease and that he had it and had received a death sentence, he very carefully never again exchanged body fluids with anyone he didn’t know was as infected already as he was.

No lover before or since has given me what David did. He gave me my life.

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Normally he’d rake in at least a few hundred, on slow nights even. This had to be one of the worst he had come across and as Paul stared out at the empty street, he felt a little apprehensive. He was regretting last night at the bar, realizing that he could use that money now. Still, despite the hour being just after midnight, he had faith that someone would show up.

His hand reached into his pants, to feel the few coins that were there. His stomach rumbled a little as he hadn’t eaten and he was cold too. Paul had been out early, figuring he could make up for last night’s binge if he started early. So far he hadn’t even had one look, one offer even and that had him worried. He was hungry and tired as he tried to not let it show.

Even Roger had bitched as he had walked past, heading home early. It was as if all the ‘dates’ had suddenly disappeared. There weren’t as many cars going past either, and even the buses seemed empty when they rolled past. It was almost like the whole city had decided to stay at home tonight.

Paul hoped that maybe once the bars closed, things would pick up. He wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of some drunk pawing at him, but money was money. Trouble with the last call clients was they weren’t exactly flush with cash. Most of them had drunk it all away, so the negotiating wasn’t always pleasant. They did get nasty at times too, and as he looked around, he felt the night chill even more.

Most on the street had left already, given up. That also posed a few risks for him, because there was safety in numbers, specially with some of the drunks that happened by. It wasn’t like it was a rough part of town, just that some of those passing by were the so called real men. They were the one’s who always told the fag jokes, or made fun of some because of their feminine attributes. Pissed him off because some of them, also enjoyed having their cocks sucked off. Bet they never mentioned that when degrading some poor guy in front of their friends.

Shaking his head a little, he frowned. Wasn’t good to think of those things, he had more important stuff to worry about, such as getting enough to eat. Man he hated this, but at least the rent was paid. It was his one stead fast rule, to earn enough to pay the rent, then he’d worry about other stuff, like food.

Headlights appeared down the road and he stepped closer to the curb, so that if it was a possible client, he wanted to make sure he was seen. Not like there was much selection around now. Still he kept an eye on the others, comparing his stance to theirs. For him, he figured right now he was definitely the choice unless the ‘date’ had some weird fetish happening.

Sort of like Maxie, the 25 year old he had met at the bar a week back. The guy seemed normal enough, and looked pretty decent too. He had nice features and claimed to be a big shot web producer, whatever that meant. At first he thought the guy was just being friendly, but when he made the offer it sort of took Paul by surprise.

After all, the guy wasn’t a dog, and yet he was trolling for a pickup, for pay. It didn’t take him long either to realize the guy wasn’t into just the standard shit, but wanted some kink thrown in as well. Wasn’t really his thing, but the guy offered him some decent coin for it, so what the hell. That wasn’t exactly a mistake and while it didn’t excite him much, the money did.

This Maxie dude had a place on the ocean, and he was into diapers. Strange but hell, so he’d wear some diapers, call the guy daddy and let him fondle him and make him cum. What harm could there be in that, plus the extra hundred was nice. Though in thinking about it, he felt uneasy. Sort of made him leery too, because this wasn’t some old fart, it was someone his own age really.

Maxie was one more reason why he shouldn’t pick up anyone at a bar. To begin with, he had been drinking himself, and that never mixed well when he was to be called on to perform. Booze wasn’t a good mix in his line of work, least in getting it hard. Then too you ran into jerks like Maxie who was a total dud. The guy had one small dick when hard, virtually hidden when soft and the guy seemed to always be soft.

Despite some of his best attempts, this guy couldn’t keep it up. Might be from the drugs the moron used, and bragged about or it could be medical, but not like he cared. The guy blamed him for not getting him hard enough, and got rather nasty too. Still he did manage to get most of what was promised, but damn, it wasn’t what he had expected.

Role playing was one thing, but this guy freaked him out. He had a playpen in the living room, rattles and all sorts of baby stuff. One thing to sit in a diaper and all, but this guy wanted him to talk like a baby, to crawl around and everything, like a kid would. That was a bit much, even for him. Oh he could play the obedient slave boy, or the super hero even, but this was asking too much. He told him that which wasn’t the smartest move on his part.

The guy was nuts, he was certain of that and despite his best attempt, he couldn’t cum nor could he get the dweep to cum either. What did the jerk expect anyhow? He had a whole bunch of shots at the bar, and more than likely had done some of his drugs too. Seemed obvious when he was leaving, but Maxie had fooled him until then.

The car was slowing down, which was always a good sign. He spread his jacket open a bit, to sort of highlight the package a bit more and he kept his eyes firmly on the car. No more thoughts of Maxie or his other weird ones. He concentrated on making his presence known to the guy in the car, hoping that maybe his luck would change. He really was hungry.

It took a few minutes, leaning into the car and discussing things, but at least it was settled. Paul knew he’d eat tonight and he’d worry about tomorrow then. Climbing into the car, he felt at ease and waited for the man to hand over the agreed upon bills. Only then would he put the seatbelt on, and close the door. It had taken him awhile, but he had learned the hard way.

Looking at the man behind the wheel, he saw a rather crooked nose, clearly showing it had been broken a few times. The face looked a bit strained and he could see the worry lines around the mouth too. The eyes though, looked rather sad.

When he finally dug the right amount out of his wallet and handed them over, Paul noticed the knuckles were scarred and a bit puffy. He wondered briefly what the guy did but banished the thought as he tucked the cash into his pants pocket. Doing so, he lifted his pelvis up showing off his basket at the same time. He noticed the quick flicker of desire, the small fleeting lick of the lips as he did so and smiled inside. He had the guy hooked and closed the door, feeling at ease.

There wasn’t much conversation as they made their way to the secluded spot he used for these quickies. It was dark and not visible from the road and the cops rarely came snooping this far in, so it was rather a safe place to conduct one’s business.

With the car parked, lights off but motor running he turned to the man, moving over on the bench seat to sit next to him. The man turned away slightly, indicating he wasn’t really interested in anything but the agreed upon task. Fine with him, Paul thought as he reached over and felt the man’s groin. His hands moved along the pants, pushing and prodding a little.

He was a bit surprised to find the man already hard, or so it felt. He let his hand go up and with a bit of effort he undid the pant buttons and then the zipper. Reaching in with his hand he began to once more massage the thick flesh of the man’s cock. It surprised him a little that the man had no underwear on, but it made his job easier.

After a minute or two he pulled the pants apart wider and brought the thick pole out. He let his hands run up and down the hot shaft of the cock and his fingers held onto it firmly. He ran his hands across the soft skin of the groin, feeling the rough pubic hairs and then he moved his hand down a bit, cupping the balls and bringing them out of hiding. Paul fondled them a little, and heard the man give out a soft moan of pleasure.

He lowered his own head and licked at the skin just above the fully erect penis. His tongue licked and tasted the sweat and he could smell the man’s scent as he moved around and made himself comfortable. Not easy in a car but he was experienced enough at it to not cause himself any pain. Settled in he began to lick around the base of the cock, tasting it and as he did, the man let one hand fall onto Paul’s shoulder, pushing him down a bit. It was like he was wanting him to move on which Paul obliged him by started to lick at the cock itself.

The warmth of the taut flesh made him moan a bit too as he let his mouth kiss the shaft, then lick it up until he was poised over the cock head itself. His one hand was down under the cock, cradling the balls and prodding them with his fingers. The man started to moan louder as he let his lips press hard against the head of the cock. He could taste the pre cum beginning to ooze out.

He let his lips spread open a tad, and flicked his tongue out to grab the small drop of precum that was there. He could feel the man shake as he groaned. The pressure on his shoulder grew as the man squirmed to the flicking of Paul’s tongue.

Suddenly he let his mouth open wide, and plunged his entire head downwards, his lips sliding down the hot pole. He heard the man cry out as his lips pushed hard into the soft groin. He felt the cock in his mouth buck a little as his lips tightened around the shaft root. He pulled up slowly, which brought even more cries from the man.

Up and down he moved, going fast two or three times, then slowing it down to really draw on the thick pole. It wasn’t a huge cock, but it was more than enough to fill Paul’s mouth and throat. He fed it down his throat carefully, sucking inwards with each upwards pull. The sound reverberated in the car and joined the rather heavy breathing from the man.

Every now and then he’d pull his mouth off, licking at the bulging head instead. His one hand would grip the shaft, and quickly pull up and down on it, making it even feel hotter. He would take a deep breathe and plunge back onto the cock. He would try to lick the tiny slit at first, as it entered his mouth.

The man was pressing himself back into the seat, and it groaned a little. Paul would dig his finger down under the balls, that were now wedged firmly up into the base of the cock. His mouth held the penis tightly as he continued to suck on it, all the time gulping in air as best as he could. The man let go of Paul’s head and reached out to hold onto the steering wheel. His body grew tense as the muscles all seemed to tighten at once.

Paul could feel the man getting ready and he did as well. He began to move even faster up and down the saliva soaked shaft, his throat fully open as he dug a finger into the man’s crack, and tried to reach for the tight hole in the centre.

The man’s cry was enough for him to get ready. The first rush of cum came flooding into his mouth as he swallowed quickly, knowing more was coming. He didn’t quite gag as he held the cock tightly with one hand and with his mouth. He sucked as the head bucked and shook inside of his mouth. It continued to spew its load out and it flowed down his throat easily.

Slowly the cries ended and all Paul could hear was the man’s heavy gasping for air. The body relaxed and he began to pull his head off the softening flesh. His tongue took one lick as the head left his mouth and he quickly moved out of the way, breathing in deeply himself.

He had done what was asked and in looking over at the man, he could see he had done it well. The man’s face was more relaxed, and the eyes looked warmer than before, and less sad.

It took several minutes before the man was relaxed enough to speak. He didn’t say much but instead reached into his wallet and gave Paul another ten dollar bill, then started the car and headed back towards where he had picked Paul up.

Paul tucked the money away, smiling as he did enjoy having satisfied customers. Specially when they asked if he’d be around the next night, as this guy did. A date was set, and Paul no longer worried about what he’d have to eat tomorrow.

Sean and I organised a photo shoot for our hot website and I remember how you popped in and at the last minute a single soft-core photo shoot of me turned into a hardcore action shoot with you and me with Sean clicking madly away in the background. Hmm well that was until he joined in too.
To settle you in, I took you into my bedroom and you were amazed at how lit up the room was and warm. Hell, I thought that the lights were real scorchers, so I encouraged you to remove all you clothes. While I organised the bed, you slowly took your clothes off, you didn’t realise that I was taking in your every move. As you remove your pants, you played with you cock at the same time, I noticed you teasing your balls, tickling them ever so gently and tugging them down as your cock rose to attention.
With the bed ready I invited you to join me on the bed. I know how nervous you are so with you next to me on the bed; I mention that perhaps we should masturbate ourselves first before fucking our brains out. With that in mind, you smiled and grew harder.
With you lying next to you, my toys are out and you eye my vibrators and dildos with the look of a horny man. As you play with your balls and growing cock, my pussy moistens as my fingers brush gently against my pussy hairs, and hardening clit. Nothing is said, while we masturbate ourselves, ours eyes watching as we play.
Leaning over, I pick my purple vibrator, turning the knob and rested the vibrating head against my juicy pussy. Leaning over you kiss my nipple, teasing it with your tongue your hand grasps your hot cock harder, your precum acting as lubrication as your hand pumps the shaft of your hot member.
Sucking on my nipples, I slide the purple vibrator into my hot pussy, slowly moving it in and out as my nipples tingle with the soft sensations. I breathe heavier as my pussy starts to throb, reaching between my legs feeling my juices flowing as I gently climax.
Your fingers stop and pick up my black dildo and slowly insert the head into my hot pussy, as I hold the vibrator against my clit. Slowly at first you pump my pussy in time with you pumping your cock, faster and faster your pump, harder and harder until you are pounding my hot cunt with that black dildo.
The vibration against my clit with you pumping has me exploding once again, with my heart pounding you lean back with a smile on your face and know what will happen next. This is going to be one hell of a photo shoot. I heard Sean in the background clicking away, frame after frame and every now and again another noise, telling me that he was taking some video too.
With Sean taking the photos, I encouraged you to lie so he could see what I was doing. I wanted to go down on you, with the camera there, I needed to be facing Sean and you away from him. I knelt between your legs and with my hands gently massage your cock, I tease your balls – wow this wasn’t in the script – but I loved hearing you moan with pleasure. My mouth moistens as it anticipates slipping over your hot cock deep into my warm mouth. My tongue teases the purple head of your hard penis, thick with blood and throbbing as I suck you deep into my mouth. Tickling you, teasing you, pleasing you. My mouth pumps your cock deeper and deeper down my throat.
I looked up and Sean is standing there above you in the nude. It was hot with those lights on and he had to be cool and comfortable, what happened next was incredible to watch, you lifted your hand and played gently with his cock, tugging lightly and playing with his scrotum. At the same time the camera was still clicking away at what I was doing to you and with what you were doing to him.
Watching you play with Sean was making me so hot; I just had to have my pussy filled with your cock, but not yet. This photo shoot was going to be one of our best.
With my mouth around your cock, my fingers tickled between your legs and massage your scrotum, before finding your tight ass hole. As you play with Sean, I massage around the outside of your ass, where it is very sensitive to my touch. I use my long nails to rub gently causing you to moan with the pleasure.
I want you to enjoy the pleasure that you experience as I play with you. Reaching over I grab a rubber glove and put it on my left hand. Grabbing some lube, I lube up one finger and still teasing and massaging your ass, my finger slowly slips deep into your ass. Gently, but firmly my finger fucks you as I reach under playing with your balls.
At this point, Sean is almost kneeling on the bed, he is not just taking pics of me sucking you, he points the camera towards his cock and takes some awesome photos of his cock sinking into your mouth. As I play with you, your mouth works his cock harder and harder. Sean has the video playing too so these photos will be wild and ever so horny.
Sean has never had his cock sucked by another guy before. He’s always wondered what it would be like but never has the opportunity cause most of the guys that we use in photo shoots never had the urge to just touch or suck another cock.
Sean changed positions and got onto the bed with us, camera in hand. He lay on the bed and I moved so you could kneel between his legs. I took the camera from Sean and started clicking away. These photos were going to be awesome. To get a better view I sat on Sean’s face. I wanted to share him at the same time as you sucked his cock dry.
With me positioned over Sean’s face, I felt his tongue tickling my pussy as you licked his cock up and down his hot cock. I wanted some really different pics of you guys, so I put the camera down on the bedside table and set the digital video camera up – so it was aimed at the bed.
Sean was moaning and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was pumping his cum every where, but I wanted this to be a bit different.
You guys were so horny, I notice you whisper to Sean that you wanted his legs up over your shoulders, he obliged with a grin on his face. You grabbed the lube and squeezed and coated your finger, your cock and his hole with lube. First you slipped your finger deep into his hole, gently moving in and out. Sean was breathing deep and with every movement, his cock grew harder and harder.
With the video on, you slowly push the head of your cock into Sean’s tight virgin hole. He’s never been with another man before, let alone a cock up his ass.
Sean is comfortable with the size of your cock and you start to push gently at first at that moment, I had grabbed my purple vibrator off the bed and was easing it gently into your ass. Pushing against your tight hole, until the knob gently slides in, you moan once again, your cock growing harder and you pushing deeper into Sean as I slowly move the vibrator in and out of your tight ass hole.
With my purple vibrator deep in your ass, I move to the side of both of you so the video has us all in the picture. I grab Sean’s cock and tease it, playing with it pumping my hand up and down as you pound his ass. With my left hand I pump Sean’s cock, with my right I am fucking you with my vibrator.
As I push the vibrator deeper and deeper, you’re thrusting into Sean’s tight hole gets harder and harder. Sean’s cock is throbbing and your moans get louder and louder. Sean let out a cry of pleasure as his cum explodes out of his cock over his stomach within seconds, you pulled you cock out of Sean’s ass and your cum joined his, squirting hard, you had dropped your load of white hot creamy cum.
I slowly removed the vibrator from your ass, and got off the bed to turn the video off. I lay on the bed between you both and we talked about what had happened.
We all agreed that it was now shower time and then time to do another photo shoot. I wanted both of you, one up my ass and one in my pussy, but that’s another story…
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I had never tried to seduce another guy before, but Dale was just there at the right time and place. We were both runners he because he was on the college football team and running up and down the Pine Mountain trail helped keep him in shape and I because I wasn’t that long out of college myself and I was doing the best I could to keep my fine form in shape.

We had passed each other a couple of times going up and down the trail that morning. It was a hot one, and as I was coming down the mountain, I saw that Dale had his sweaty shirt off as well, as his shoes and socks, and he was just standing under the shower by the maintenance hut, letting the water cascade down his beautiful body. He was a square-cut blond, with great pecs going down into washboard abs and a small waist. He had his heavily muscled arms over his head, and all of the muscles of his torso were stretched out to perfection. His calf and thigh muscles showed that he was both a football player and a serious runner. I just stood there and watched him in awe for a few minutes. The shower was sticking his running shorts to his legs and I could see that he had a pretty fine basket confined by his jock. He turned the water off as I was approaching and gave me a shy smile.

‘Hi, Jack. It’s just too damn hot out here. I couldn’t wait to get cooled down.’

‘I’m right with you, Dale. There’s a picnic table over behind those bushes. Let me shower too, and I’ll come over, and we can jaw a bit while we both dry off.’

‘Sounds good,’ Dale said, and he headed for the picnic table. After making a short instinctive visit to the car for a tube of lubricant, which I plopped in my pocket, I returned and stood under the shower for a couple of minutes. This was crazy, I thought. There would be no way I was going to pull this off. But, just maybe so. I had seen Dale look me over on the trail before, and if he was at all inclined, there just might be some fun to be had here.

When I sauntered around the bushes, I saw that Dale was sitting about two thirds down the bench, his back to the table, and his legs v-ed out at a good angle. He seemed to be wincing.

‘What’s the matter, Dale?’ I asked, as I sat down beside him.

‘You don’t wanna know,’ he said morosely.

‘Sure I do. You look like you’re in pain.’

‘Yes, I guess I am a bit.’

‘What’s the problem?’

‘There are two problems and you probably don’t want to hear them.’

‘Now you have me interested. Shoot.’

‘That’s the main problem. I can’t shoot. And my girl, Cheryl Ann, and this here tight jock are the main problems.’

‘Now, I’m intrigued, spill.’

‘I can’t,’ he answered with a little grin. ‘As I said, that’s the problem. I have the hots for my girl, Cheryl Ann, and she won’t put out. I’ve got all this stuff built up, and this tight jock is driving me crazy this morning.’

‘Well,’ I laughed, ‘I can’t do anything about Cheryl Ann, but you’re out here alone this morning and you’ve finished your run. There’s no reason you can’t just take your jock off and hang free.’

‘Hey, I guess you’re right,’ Dale said with a chuckle. He stood and turned his back to me, pulled his shorts down, pulled his jock down and off, pulled his shorts back up and sat back down in the same stance he’d been in. I hadn’t seen his package, but his bulbous butt cheeks had been mighty interesting. I took a peek and saw that his shorts were tented up real nice now. I could actually make out a huge knob against the wet material.

‘There, is that better?’ I asked.

‘A little, but not much,’ Dale said sadly.

We sat there for a few minutes.

‘You know that guys have a way to take care of that themselves,’ I ventured.

‘Yeah, I know, but that doesn’t really do it for me. I apparently build up a lot and fast, and it just never seems complete when I do it myself.’

Another short pause.

‘And you know that sometimes guys let other guys help them with that when it’s really bad. I mean it isn’t a queer thing or anything. Just playing around and releasing some tension when their girls won’t put out. It’s really unhealthy to just let it build, you know. It might hurt performance later.’

‘Really? I hadn’t heard that.’ Dale sounded a little scared.

‘Yes, really. I’m a doctor, and I’d do something about this if I were you. You wouldn’t want to ruin yourself for later, when you and your girlfriend have finally hooked up.

Dale looked both dubious and scared now. And he was still wincing.

‘Go ahead and do yourself, Dale. You obviously need some release right now. No one else is here. I’m a doctor, and I’ve seen it all. Just pull your pants on down and give yourself some relief while we talk.’

Dale hesitated, but the tension must really have been getting to him, because he lowered his shorts to his thighs and took a very nice, erect cock in his left hand and began to slowly jack off.

I could hardly keep my hands and eyes off him, but, beyond a few glances when he was looking away, I kept off him. I could feel my own cock hardening and giving me some of the same jock problem he’d had.

‘You said I should do something about it. What could I do?’

‘Well, guys come to me all the time for this sort of relief. There’s something we can do called prostate massage. It’s all medical, of course, not a gay thing. It’s just that some guys have to be what we call ‘milked’ manually regularly because they can’t get enough sexual release otherwise. It isn’t a sign that you like guys; it just means that you are extra virile. It’s usually young guys like you who have this problem.’

‘It’s all medical? Is there much pain in the procedure?’

‘Sure it’s medical, and, on the contrary, there’s the same or more pleasure you’d get from penetration sex. It’s just a medical procedure to alleviate a normal medical problem. The pleasure is just a bonus. And you’d lose that tension and pain you’ve got for a couple of days at least,’ I said, making it up as I went along and hoping this sounded reasonable. And before he could raise more doubts about this, I steamed on. ‘You’ve heard about the prostate, haven’t you?’

‘Yes, guys get testicle cancer from that, don’t they?’

‘Well, yes, they can, and that can be an added risk for someone like you who doesn’t take care of the problem at this stage. The prostate is a gland behind the testicles. It’s where all that sperm is being manufactured that you can’t get rid of fast enough. Surely you’ve had a prostate exam during a medical checkup before.’

‘Oh, yeah, that’s where the doctor put his finger up my ass.’

‘Did it hurt?’

‘Naw. It felt a little tight and strange down there, but it didn’t hurt.

‘Well, in that exam, the doctor was just checking to see if your prostate was enlarging, which would be sign of trouble. In prostate massage, the doctor massages the prostate from inside your anal canal for several minutes, which milks the built-up sperm out of you more effectively than jerking off does and also gives you more pleasure than jerking off can. I hope you can follow what I’m saying; I’m trying to use words that you would understand rather than the fancy medical terms for all this. In extreme cases like yours, the doctor milks the penis at the same time.’

‘It sounds . . . interesting, Doc. And you say I can get this done by going to a doctor?’

‘Yes, certainly.’

‘And could you recommend such a doctor for me?’

‘I can do better than that, Dale. It doesn’t require sterile surroundings. I can save you the money and give you immediate relief by showing you how it’s done right here and now.’

‘Right here and now?’

‘Absolutely, you’re already in a good initial position, and I just happen to have a tube of lubricant with me, which is all we need. Just strip those shorts off. I’ll need you fully erect, so I’ll have to do some preliminary work on you, and, with your serious condition, I’d better take charge of the penis for a while.’ Dale pulled his shorts off and put both beefy arms back on the table.

‘There, that’s right; arch your back for me.’ I put my left leg over the bench so that I was facing his side. I tentatively wrapped my left hand loosely around his cock, which made him twitch. ‘Okay?’ I asked. ‘Any problems?’

‘No,’ he answered, although not really sure. I continued quickly, not wanting to give him too much time to think about this.

‘Okay now, I’ll do some preliminary rubbing of your pecs and nipples until I feel your penis fully engorge, and then we can begin. ‘Okay with that?’

A muffled affirmative; my right hand went up to his chest and I lightly ran it around his pecs and nipples, slowly increasing the pressure and taking a few nips and squeezes of his nipples. I could tell he was stifling some grunts.

‘Our goal is to release the tension here, Dale, not compound it. Just let those grunts and moans out. There’s no reason not to enjoy this medical procedure.’

‘But it’s so . . . weird. I mean it doesn’t seem right.’

‘Would it seem right to have sex with Cheryl Ann, if she’d let you, Dale? Of course it would. Why would it be wrong to take care of a medical condition and still have sexual pleasure out of it? Everything’s just fine, Dale. Ah, there, your penis seems to be ready. I’m going to be manipulating your penis now with one hand and doing some checking and preparing for the prostate massage with the other one now. We’ll move slowly, and I’ll tell you what is happening as we go along. I was slowly pumping his cock now, and he was beginning to pant and moan.

‘There, yes, that’s good. Just go with the flow of your feelings, Dale. We’re alone out here, and this is just a medical procedure. Be natural.’

I took his balls in my right hand and weighed and teased them, rolling them around gently. Dale flinched.

‘This is the testicular part of the procedure. I have to examine your testicles to make sure everything is okay there. And it does seem to be. And you were right; you seem to have a lot of semen backed up in here. We’ll see what we can do about getting all of that cleared out. I’m now going on down toward your anus, Dale. Don’t be alarmed, I won’t enter the short way I have to go for this procedure without having you well lubricated. So, there will be only pleasure, no pain.’

Dale tensed up a bit as I put the heel of my hand under his balls and ran my finger to the rim of his ass. I would have liked to have gotten my mouth on that asshole too, but I couldn’t think of any medical excuse to do that. So, I just left my finger there on his hole, applying a little pressure, while I took the fingers of my left hand up to the glans on his cock.

‘Any problem with the glans, Dale?’

‘The glans? What’s a glans?’

‘The head, the knob, on your penis. It seems a little distended. But that might be because of how long you’ve gone without fixing this problem.’

Dale answered with a moaning, ‘No, I don’t think I’ve had a problem there.’

‘Well, I’ll have to put some lubricant on it to examine it well. Here this will feel cool.’ I rubbed a small glob of lubricant on his dick head and swirled it down and around the rim.’ Dale flinched and moaned. I squeezed the spongy bulb and watched his slit open up. I moved my index finger there and pushed it open farther.

‘Oh, oh,’ Dale moaned, and he brought a hand down to mine.

‘No, hands up Dale, this has to stay medical. There, I guess all is in order with you there; just lubricating up for the massage now.’ I lubricated the fingers of my right hand well and took an added glop to start lathering up around his asshole. My left hand went back to stroking his cock, but I didn’t do this too vigorously, because I didn’t really want him to release yet.’

I did a lot of work on his entry, making it large enough for what I was planning. I made a few forays farther in, just to let him know I was continuing the procedure. When he had relaxed and his hole opening had loosened up, I slid my middle finger in to the sphincter. He gave a little lurch and yelp when the sphincter picked up the finger and sucked it into place at his prostate.

‘There, can you feel that?’ I asked.

‘Yes,’ he moaned through pants.

‘It will take time to build the sensation up, but this should give you release.’ I started a gentle massaging of the prostate, and Dale slowly started to writhe and moan and grind his pelvis.

‘Here, this isn’t the best position now, because you are naturally going to be moving around in response to the procedure. Here. Get up and move around to the end of the table here. Perch up on the end. There, that’s right. Now lay back on the table and wrap your arms around the other end to give you support. There, that’s right. This is now more like the table in the examination room. Now, we don’t have stirrups. So, can you get your left foot on the edge of the bench there and keep a wide stance with that leg. Good. And now, your right leg, I guess will have to go over my left shoulder so that I have you open enough down there to proceed with the massage. There, that’s good. Now I’m entering again.’ I gently slid my index finger in to the prostate again and restarted the massage. Dale went back to panting and moaning and gyrating his pelvis slightly. His pants came louder and more quickly together, and my left finger on his glans felt some precum dribbling out.’

‘There, is that feeling better, Dale? The milk is beginning to show.’

‘Aw, shit yes, Man. That feels great waves and waves of great.’

‘Here, I can increase that and quicken the flow. I’ll use my thumb rather than my finger. Just stick with me here, Dale, I’ve got a large thumb.’ I quickly slipped my shorts and jock off with my right hand and lathered up my cock with lubricant. I put my dick head up against his now-open asshole and slowly pushed in.’

‘Oh, God, that’s big,’ Dale yelped. I had gotten it in to the prostate, and was manipulating my cock head against his prostate. ‘Oh, but it feels so good,’ Dale continued.

‘Yes, big thumb. Just the right thing to get you off when you need it.’

‘Oh, oh, oh, Gawd Damn!’ And Dale was spurting several weeks of backup into the air and back down on his chest. He arched his torso up and then thumped it back down on the table. The last time he thumped it down, I slid my cock past the prostate and right on in.’

‘What the fuck?’ Dale screamed, and thrashed about on the table. He grabbed for me with his arms, but I got his legs in both of mine and lifted them up and out, bringing his butt up to a more open position. I pulled out nearly to the end and then stroked all the way back in to the root.

‘Still workin the prostate here, Dale. Want me to stop.’

‘YES!’ I gyrated my hips in a rotating motion while fully encased. ‘Oh, Gawd. No, no.’

‘No what, Dale?’ I asked, pumping and pumping and pumping.

‘No, don’t stop. Don’t stop,’ Dale whimpered. And he began to move his hips in syncopation with my thrusts, and dug his fingers into my chest hair and nipples. We came he for the second time within a few short minutes at nearly the same time. I released his legs, which just flopped down beyond the table, and I ran my hands up his abs to his pecs and collapsed on him. We looked each other in the eye and both leaned into a long, lingering kiss. I started to withdraw from him, but he moved his hands to my butt cheeks and kept me in place.

When our lips parted, he looked into my eyes with a satisfied smile and said,

‘You aren’t really a doctor, are you?’

‘Yes, of course I am,’ I answered. ‘I wouldn’t lie to you. I have a doctorate in geology, which means I’m eminently qualified to get your rocks off. I’m not a medical doctor, but I can do a prostate massage for free, and a medical doctor will charge you $100, and it won’t be half the fun I can give you. You’ll need another good milking in a couple of days, if Cheryl Ann keeps holding out.’

Another kiss, after which he responded. ‘Good. I’ll stick with the doctor I’ve got.. and who’s Cheryl Ann?’

‘That’s my boy.’

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Ruben got up and sauntered over to the girls at the bar. They seemed to have forgiven him for messing around with the little queer on the barstool. I pulled my face off the gigantic biker’s cock just long enough to see Ruben step on to the gritty dance floor, a big-breasted woman hanging on his shoulders as they swayed together under the grimy disco ball. He ground his hips into hers as the wailing country singer on the jukebox sang. ‘Crazy, I’m crazy for feelin’ so lonely!…’

The mountain of muscle and hair that sat in the chair had an exceptionally big cock, so big that I could only get the large purple head fully into my mouth. He wore heavy silver rings in his nipples, rising out of the dense dark chest hair and glinting in the flashing lights from the jukebox.

‘Fuck yeah! Suck my cock, boy!’ he hissed, sliding his sweaty ass on the vinyl chair as he drove his overwhelming dick deeper into my throat.

I grabbed the shaft of his erection and jerked on it as my lips rolled over the glistening mushroom at the end of his huge member. I cupped his large, potent balls and squeezed them gently, urging him to release the load that he was building up in those heavy orbs. The tequila shots were doing their magic, and I didn’t give a damn anymore about self-respect. I had thoroughly loved getting fucked by Ruben on the bar, and now having this freakishly large man’s penis in my mouth was awesome.

A buxom woman in denim shorts and a tank top stretched her leg over his lap, straddling his massive gut. I was startled when she mounted him but continued to swab his cock, tasting the slippery pre-cum leaking from his piss hole. He was getting a freebie, a lap dance from one of the ‘pros’ at the bar. My head smacked her ass as I bobbed up and down on his massive shaft. She raised her tank up around her shoulders and fed the hairy gorilla her milky-white tits. He grabbed at them, and chewed happily on her nipples.

His cock was getting larger, swelling in my jaw as he jammed it further into my throat with each thrust of his hips. Another inch, another gagged and tried to pull off the big meaty tube. He held me firmly with one hand on the back of my head as he grabbed at the dancer’s fleshy melons with his other. His slimy cock head pounded on the back of my throat as he plunged relentlessly into my neck.

He moaned, shuddered uncontrollably and released his balls, his astonishing torrent of cum instantly stuffing my face. His thick bitter load backed up into my throat. I choked and sputtered as I tried to swallow as much as I could, but a lot of his ejaculation ended up shooting out my nose or spilling from my lips and dripping in thick ropes to the floor. I collapsed to the linoleum, exhausted, his cum running down my neck soaking my shirt with his slime.

The huge man continued to suckle on the woman’s tits, as she gyrated in his lap and pulled his head into her breasts. His cock was still hard, glistening with my spit under the bitch’s denim covered ass. I looked up to see a tall man set a frosty glass of ice water on the table in front of me. I felt his arms hook under mine as he pulled me from the sticky floor and into a chair. I took the water with gratitude, drinking deeply, washing the briny tang of sex out of my mouth. I was sobering up a little and felt threatened, the little faggot cocksucker dangerously alone in the bar.

‘Come with me.’ He said, calmly and with authority. I couldn’t question him. I followed him into the men’s room. He propped me up on the sink and moistened some paper towels, daubing the mountain man’s thick mucus from my cheeks. He gently swabbed the cum from my chin, and brushed the sweat-soaked hair out of my eyes.

‘Can’t do much about that shirt of yers! I think you better just throw it the hell out! But maybe you want the fuckin’ cum-soaked thing as a souvenir, huh?’ He smirked, as he continued to wipe the sticky mess from my lips.

He was a long and lean man, his muscles taut and well-defined. He had light brown hair buzzed short on the sides, but longer and wavy on top. I looked deeply into his handsome face, covered in a two day old beard. His eyes were gentle and expressive. He watched me, a look of amusement and concern on his rugged face. I was completely humiliated.

‘Th- Thanks, man. I’m sorry, I gotta get outta here!’ I stammered as I pushed my way out of the bathroom. The men at the pool table snickered and laughed as I passed them.

‘Wait! Where the fuck you going in such a rush?’ He shouted after me as I pushed my way through the gang of bikers, and out into the fresh night air. I will always wonder who he was and what would have happened if I had stayed with him that night, a road not taken.

I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew town was a few miles west. The night was as black as coal, not a light in sight. I stumbled down the rough shoulder, tripping on occasional beer cans and other trash tossed on the side of the road. I was crying, not so much because of my burning asshole and sore jaw but because I had lost my pride, lost my free-will. They had treated me like a slut, a pig whose only purpose was to take dick and swallow cum. I guess I asked for it, and got just what I deserved.

I came around a bend in the winding road and saw an emergency phone on a pole. I considered calling someone to come and get me, but I was too embarrassed to explain why I was out here, and why I was walking home soaked in man juice. I continued past the phone, the only sound from the crickets in the bushes at the edge of the woods and my gentle sobbing.

I noticed it long before I saw the lights: the droning grumble of a motorcycle. No, wait…it was several motorcycles, headed my way from behind, from Jugs, the biker bar. I started to run, but knew I couldn’t outpace the bikes, so I stopped dead in my tracks and waited The lights came around the bend, roaring machines of chrome and polished metal. The three bikers spotted me, their rides throbbing and thunderous as they surrounded me in a cloud of exhaust and dust.

Leon had returned to the bar to reclaim his honor, and take possession of his property, me. I didn’t know at the time, but he had beaten Ruben bare-knuckle, pounding him bloody. Some other guys tried to back up Ruben, but Leon’s buds fought them off. The bar was pretty trashed, but I guess that was just another weekend at Jugs. He was pissed to find that I had gotten away, and stormed out of the bar to find me.

The bikes shut down, and the overwhelming rumble was silenced. The two men grabbed my arms as Leon seized me by the hair and yanked my head back in submission. I screamed, but the big thug just laughed.

‘Shut the fuck up, pussy-boy! Who do you think is gonna come to your rescue? It’s goddam three in the morning in the middle of fuckin nowhere!’ He chuckled.

I looked at his amazing broad shoulders. I could see the colorful lion tattoo flexing under his jacket; it seemed to glare at me in the harsh headlights. He jerked again on my hair, and grasped my sweatshirt with his other meaty hand.

‘Who gave you goddam permission to leave the bar? You think you can just walk away from me, boy? Hell, No!’ He shouted at me. ‘Get on the fuckin bike and keep your mouth shut’

I climbed on the Harley, the heat of the manifold warm against my thighs. The other men mounted their bikes and the Harleys roared to life. ‘C’mon boys, my place, okay?’

I put my arms around Leon’s waist. It was warm and familiar could it be just four hours ago that I sat behind him on the same bitch seat and felt his hard, rippled waist? I lay my head on his shoulder as we sped off into the blackness.

Leon’s crib in Tannersfield was not what I expected. I assumed it would be a rough and sleazy place in a bad part of town, something befitting his bad-boy personality. Instead, it was a nice end unit in a garden complex near the golf course. The bikes rumbled into the open garage, and the door closed as the men dismounted and took off their helmets. I got off the bike and waited to be told what to do next. Leon led the way, pushing me in front of him as we all trudged up the stairs to the apartment.

It was furnished simply, mattresses and big pillows for a couch, a wide screen television and a lot of video/CD equipment. I looked into the bedroom, but it was too dark to see. I stood in the doorway as the men took off their jackets and helped themselves to some beers. They were all incredible men, big but not heavy, muscular and well-defined. Leon was the tallest of the three, and definitely the sexiest, although I would find any one of them hard to resist, they were a faggots wet-dream come to life!

‘Here’s a beer, buddy. Relax, enjoy yerself! We’re cool, we ain’t gonna hurt ya much anyway!’ Mike, one of the men, grinned as he handed me a bottle.

Leon introduced me to his buds, Mike and Benny. ‘Mike’s been lookin’ forward to meeting you, Jimmy. So has Benny!’ He said as we sat among the pillows on the mattresses. ‘Y’know, they call him Benny the Bull. Y’know why?’

Benny chuckled as he opened his fly. He was a black man and while I don’t always believe stereotypes, at least in this case it was true what they say! His cock sprang out of his Levi’s like a baseball bat: thick, hard and at least ten inches long. My eyes must have bugged out, because Leon began to laugh. ‘So go ahead, Jimmy! Take Benny’s big nigga rod down your cocksuckin’ throat! I wanna see you swallow that bull-dick!’

Benny pulled his jeans under his ass, exposing his hard brown abdomen and thick bushy pubes. His enormous cock rose straight into the air like a flagpole. I saw a glistening drop of pre on the tip of the big licorice colored shaft. Reaching over to his crotch, I licked it off and took the fat head into my mouth. Benny moaned and bucked his hips, his thick meat spreading my lips as he entered my throat.

Leon put a CD into the equipment, and a video sprang to life on the wide screen. He loved porn, and had a huge collection in the bookshelves next to the television. Mike started to undress. He was as white as snow, except his face, neck and forearms, burned pink from riding his hog in the blistering sun. His hair was red; he was as Irish as a four leaf clover. His cock was not long, but extremely fat, almost unbelievably thick, like a beer can. It was crowned with a fluffy mound of bright red pubic hair. He had a little beer gut, but he carried it well. His round belly complemented his huge barrel chest, which was hairless but for small tufts around each nipple like little rusty halos.

Benny watched the porn play out on the TV as Mike approached me from behind. He yanked my sweatshirt over my head, as Benny’s prodigious cock slipped from my lips. ‘Take off the pants, bitch!’ Mike said, as he pulled me to my feet. I stripped as Leon came back from the darkened room. ‘C’mon, guys, we’re ready! Bring him in!’ The three naked studs led me into the air-conditioned chill of Leon’s playroom.

It was intended to be the bedroom, but Leon had other priorities. He had the room painted out in black, and giant mirrors lined the walls on either side of the big King-size bed. These men had very specialized needs, and I was going to satisfy them tonight.

Mike encouraged me down to my knees, and then guided me forward. I lay face-down on the thick carpet as he held me down. I whimpered softly as Benny the Bull kneeled between my legs and massaged my ass with his calloused fingers. Mike kneeled in front of my face, jerking his incredible cock just inches from my face. I felt Benny pull my ass cheeks apart as he coaxed his cock head against my rosy pucker.

He fell onto my back, the weight of his powerfully built body driving his shaft into my butt. It felt like he had shoved a fireplug into my rectum. I was on fire, my ass was ripped, I screamed in agony as he pulled it out again. ‘Calm down, baby. Relax, and don’t fight me. It will go easier if ya just open up that tight little asshole for the Bull!’ He whispered in my ear, his breath hot and beery. I moaned as he slid the black monster back into my ass.

‘I ain’t gonna watch this shit!’ Leon said, and went back into the living room to watch the CD again, leaving Benny and Mike with me on the floor. Mike spit on his dick, and was slipping it through his palm, working up a froth on his shaft. He placed his generously thick cock against my lips. I turned my head to resist, but he slapped me hard across the face and pulled my lips back in line with his cock. My cheek burned as he wedged the fleshy pink head into my mouth. Mike had taken my mind off Benny’s invasion of my ass long enough to adjust, and I began to feel that warm, full feeling you only get when a huge dick is rubbing your prostate. He plowed into me with vigor, bouncing his hips off my butt and driving himself far into my gut. My cock rubbed on the stiff carpet as Benny shuddered, then released himself into my quivering ass.

‘Shit! Benny! You cum already?’ Mike laughed.

My head, held firmly in his crotch, gave Mike a perfect hole to fuck. He grabbed my hair and groaned as his creamy alabaster cock thrust into my face. I closed my eyes and tried to breath through my nose, choking on the huge cock lodged in my throat. I grabbed his balls and I felt them swell as the cum rose into his shaft. He unloaded his balls into my mouth, and I swallowed hard. I thought he might drown me, but soon it slowed, and he pulled his stinking cock from my mouth. He continued to ooze, covering my nose and cheeks with sticky white cream.

Leon came back in just as the men were getting up from the floor. I lay between them, a shivering pile of sweat and flesh, cum running from my ass onto the wool carpet. Mike’s last shot hit me in the eye, and I fought to clear my vision as it gummed up my eyelid.

‘Leon, man, thanks! That was fuckin’ awesome! The kid is a real fuckin’ whore, he took it all and I think he wants more!’ Benny joked, as they took turns in the bathroom cleaning up and pissing.

Mike and Benny went off to the kitchen for another beer as Leon lifted me onto an armchair.

I sat in his lap and he held me in his arms. He seemed to be checking me for damage. I guess I was a valuable commodity as long as I was still in working order. I felt his hands brush across my chapped and swollen lips. He reached around and stuck his fingers against my asshole, soft and slick with cum. I lay across his waist, and he held me like a baby. I lay my head on his hairy chest, my face pressed against the mighty lion tattooed on his shoulder.

‘That wasn’t so bad, was it? They’re really great guys, and I don’t think they really hurt you too bad, did they?’ He cooed in my ear. The men had come to his side tonight, defended his honor, and I was Leon’s method to repay the favor. ‘And now you’re all mine, no more interruptions!’

I clung to him, felt his heart beating in his chest, as he fondled my ass. He reached down to my chest and sucked on my tit, sending a chill of excitement through me. I buried my face in his long dark hair, cascading on his shoulders in wavy curls. I felt him shifting my weight, positioning me on his perfect cock. Slowly he slid my body down his torso, until I felt his dick urgently pressing on my ass.

I was still slick with Benny’s cum, and I had been fucked several times that night, so Leon slid in easily. I felt enormous pain but it was glorious and fulfilling to have him inside me again! He cradled me in his arms as he pressed his face to mine. Our first kiss came as a surprise; I didn’t expect such intimacy from Leon. His erect penis entered me completely as his tongue explored my mouth. I wondered if he tasted Mike’s jizz as he kissed me.

We stayed coupled like that for several minutes as he tenderly caressed me, stroking my body and kissing me deeply. His cock was hard in me, and I felt him to my core. He started to slowly rock me in his arms; gently at first, then with passion, as his phallus rubbed on my swollen asshole. I winced, my flaming butt in anguish, but he kept pumping; the man was determined to be deep within me.

‘Jimmy, you’re mine, you’re my boy-cunt. You feel so fuckin’ great, little buddy. You like me inside you?’ he panted in my ear. I ran my fingers through his thick mane of hair and embraced his neck. ‘I ain’t never gonna leave you behind again!’ He sighed, as he bust his nut in my satisfied ass.

I’ve been Leon’s bitch since that day. I come to him whenever he calls. Sometimes Benny and Mike are there, and I’m more than happy to screw around with them, too but you can bet that my heart and body will always belong to Leon, the biker.

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The sharp stabbing pain rolled up from his ass all the way to his head. He cried out loudly as he buried his head into the soft pillow. His teeth were grinding as the pain made its way through his whole body. Sweat was suddenly dripping from his forehead and he found he was squirming as the pain only continued. His hands pounded the bed on either side of his gyrating body as he tried to get away from the source of his pain, and yet, he didn’t really want it to end.

His head continued to marvel at the way he was actually enjoying the rolling pain that kept him in agony. His mouth was filled with the pillow to muffle his screams and yet he was certain they could hear him miles away. He cried out and yet it wasn’t to stop the pain, but to urge it onwards, to make it even more intense. Tom thought he must be crazy as he heard the loud slaps of hot wet flesh striking his own aching cheeks. His body continued to try and dig itself into the bed as the pounding inside grew more intense.

It was like he could feel every thrust of the foreign object that had invaded his rectum. His muscles were stretched beyond their limit or so it felt as he twisted and turned to the pummelling he was taking. He cried out again and again, as the hot pole continued to slice deep into his body. Every part of his insides felt like they were on fire.

Tom could feel his eyes becoming glazed over as he bit hard into the pillow. His hands now clenched at the sheets underneath as his lanky body shook to the hard jabs. He could feel the crushing weight on top of his cheeks, the way it would suddenly not be there and then just as suddenly be driving him deeper into the bed, as if to force him to go right through. The slaps of hot flesh hitting his own merged almost into one continuous sound as he continued to cry out, to urge the person tormenting him to stop and then to go faster.

Hot drops of sweat were splattering across his taut back. He could feel them strike his own flesh, which only made his body twitch even more so. His head twisted from side to side, and the wetness of the pillow only made him more uncomfortable. He tried to ignore the pain, but it was constant now. His body continued to resist and yet at the same time was reaching up to greet each new thrust, to make it all that more intense.

Time was lost to him as he could hear his voice crying out, hear his moans and groans with each hard deep penetrating thrust. His guts were twisted and deep inside he felt the burning desire for more, despite the pain. Every muscle in his body was tensed, as his legs were spread apart to one side. His toes curled outwards and were slowly growing numb as the pile driving of his insides continued unabated.

Even the sounds of the creaking bed frame were lost in a fog of mixed emotions. Only the sounds of someone breathing heavy and of the stinging drops of sweat seemed to break through his mind’s fog. He felt himself burning up as the hard pole was filling him one second, then leaving him feeling empty. The emptiness as that hard pole pulled out made him cry out for its return, made him beg even. Yet when it obliged him he was suddenly begging for it to stop.

It confused him and yet didn’t stop him from demanding more, demanding greater speed, greater penetration. His voice was loud and demanding as the person above him seemed to just ignore his pleas. The rough pounding became like a jack hammer as he was drilled deep and hard. It wouldn’t stop as his body shook and shuddered to the incessant digging and driving that filled his whole body.

Suddenly it was all silence. The pain was gone and he felt totally exhausted and yet unfulfilled. His body was sore, yet it craved for more and he opened his eyes. He saw nothing but blackness around him and yet felt the wetness of his pillow. His eyes adjusted to the darkness as he slowly managed to pick out images in the dark. To his left was nothing but a wall, devoid of anything and as Tom slowly turned to the right he could see the lump in the bed across from him.

He could tell by the even rise and fall of the dark shape that the person under those blankets was fast asleep. He wiped his forehead with his arm as he twisted around to stare up at the ceiling.

There was no one else in the room and he felt alone and empty. It was becoming too much as he reached down, to feel the wetness of the sheet that covered his naked body. He had shot his load and yet felt totally unsatisfied. Glancing over at the alarm clock he realized that it was just 3am and as he put his arms under his head, he felt dirty. It wasn’t just the dried cum that coated his thighs but the drying sweat that seemed to be everywhere. The bed was wet and becoming uncomfortable as he tried to calm himself down.

Tom felt his breathing finally returning to normal as he tried to figure out what was happening to him. He had had dreams before, but nothing like he was having since he got to college. He had woken up before at home, with a boner sometimes, other times with dried cum on his thighs or belly. Yet he never had remembered what had brought it all on, which is why this was different.

While he never seemed to see who it was that was fucking his ass so hard, he knew that is what he was dreaming of. Sure, he knew he was gay, though he had yet to experience anything more than a mutual hand job from a school mate. Here he was, off at college and still a virgin, in virtually every aspect. Tom had heard the ribald jokes and listened in awe to some of the sexual exploits the others talked about, but he never had anything to add.

He had come to college hoping it would all be different than back at home. Here he hoped to finally find others like him, who could help on the path to sexual fulfillment, but so far, nothing. He had no idea who was or who wasn’t.

For his first week here, he had the room all to himself. He had hoped it would stay that way and had gotten used to sleeping naked, but then Craig showed up with a duffle bag and a smile that melted Tom’s heart. Christ was Craig hot, sort of that high school blond quarterback type, the one with not too long or too short blond hair. The type with deep blue eyes that seemed to sparkle when they look at you. He had the body to match too, well chiselled and he made no pretence at shyness either.

Hell the second he had dropped his bag to the floor, looked around and introduced himself, he had stripped down to his boxer shorts to change. Without even batting an eye he had put his stuff away, making Tom totally nervous. While he had enjoyed stealing glances at some of the jocks in the locker room after Gym, this was a close up view he couldn’t avoid.

His eyes seemed to naturally gravitate towards Craig’s crotch and he could tell, there was a huge dick in there. The outline of that lovely tool only made Tom horny and nervous. He had no idea how to keep his desire secret and found himself constantly turning away. It didn’t get any easier at night either.

Despite Craig’s penchant for public nudity, Tom hadn’t been caught out yet, and he felt rather proud of that part of it all. Still it was driving him crazy, the way he would walk in to the dorm room, to find Craig standing there, stark naked. A huge soft cock dangling between his legs that made Tom want to just reach out and stick it into his mouth. It also made him turn away and so far he hadn’t really talked much with Craig. He felt for sure he’d give himself away if he did, and Craig seemed okay with having a silent geeky roommate.

Laying there in the dark, Tom realized that the nightmares had begun the second night after Craig had shown up. Maybe it was his way of dealing with Craig’s nudity or casual attitude about being naked all the time. He didn’t know which it was but maybe if he could figure it out, it might stop the nightmares before he was found out. Somehow he didn’t think Craig would appreciate that Tom was having those kind of dreams. Then too, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that his nightmares had something to do with Craig.

Maybe it was the way Craig looked, his body and his always walking around their dorm room half naked. Rarely did the guy walk in and not take his shirt off at least. Most of the time he would immediately walk in, strip totally naked then wrap a towel around his flat belly, and go for a shower.

Course when he came back from the showers, he would towel off in the room. The way he would rub his legs dry and then slowly dry off his dangling balls and cock, only made Tom feel weak at the knees. He tried not to look, but he kept stealing glances anyhow. It might be a free show, but one he didn’t want to let on that he watched. It was driving him nuts too, and he could feel his body reacting to his thoughts, even now.

He reached down to adjust his stiff cock. His hand wrapped around the pole as he wondered if maybe Craig was sending him a signal? Could it be that or was he just hoping it was? Possible he thought, as Craig did seem to always face him when he did strip, so maybe. Though he ached from wanting to know, he was too terrified as well. After all, Craig was no 98lb weakling while he was.

Still the idea that those shows were deliberate and for him did give him some pleasure. He could feel it now as he lay there, thinking about it. Every now and then he would turn his head, to stare at the sleeping 19 year old. He knew that under those blankets was a perfect body, naked. If only he had the nerve, wasn’t so petrified he might at least try to find out. Instead he realized that he was probably doomed to just laying in his own bed, thinking and hoping, while he stroked himself.

If only the nightmares wouldn’t come to him. Least then he’d maybe get a decent night’s sleep, but then too, he had never jerked off so much as he was doing now. Christ he could feel his thoughts wandering again, dreaming as his hand began to stroke his cock.

Tom closed his eyes, thinking of Craig this time. His mind conjured up the tall blonde giant coming into the room, finding him stretched out on the bed, naked. Instead of him stripping as normal and walking out with a towel around his waist, he would strip and come over to Tom.

His hand began to move a bit faster, in time with the rising beat of his heart. He gulped a little, realizing his breathing was becoming a bit ragged and he turned his head, to take one last look at the sleeping young man before letting himself go back to his dreams.

His eyes opened to look and suddenly there wasn’t a lump in the bed. Instead he was staring over at the sitting figure of his roommate. Craig was looking at him, and Tom realized he had kicked off the sheets and was exposed totally to Craig’s gaze.

Panic was reaching for him as his eyes opened wide to notice that Craig wasn’t just sitting there. He had thrown off his own bed sheet and his one hand was down on his lap, and sticking up was this hard mass that Tom instantly knew was Craig’s fully erect penis. He gulped as he looked back up into Craig’s face.

His heart was racing as Craig smiled at him and then spoke:

“Ready for the real thing?”

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Jan and I had organised three relaxing days off work. All rest, relaxation and play keeps the doctor away and little did I know it but Jan had organised a lot of playtime. You see I’m a bisexual male who has experienced my life long fantasy and with a hot babe as my wife who understands that I love her but I also need to feel a man at the same time. My surprise was coming during our time off so I wasn’t even sure what Jan had organised…
We were relaxing by the side of the pool when I noticed the lifeguard kept looking at me. He certainly was a hunk and when I mentioned what was happening to Jan, she casually told me to just enjoy the attention of being admired even if it was someone I didn’t know. Jan was right I should enjoy the attention I was receiving and besides it was a real turn on knowing I was being looked at and admired. With the lifeguard watching me I began flirting with him and managed to include Jan, which makes for a great male and male with female session.
I told Jan that I really needed to take a shower and suggested she follow to the communal showers. It didn’t take her long to work out what I had in mind and she fully agreed to go along with me and with what I had planned… not that I was sure what path I was going to take, so thought I should play this by ear…
Casually I got out of the deck chair and headed off to the showers, telling Jan I’d meet her there. I quickly stripped off and jumped into the shower letting the water wash over my body when in next to no time I heard the sound of someone else using the urinal not far from the showers. I had a feeling I knew who it was, so I peeked out and found myself face to face with the lifeguard hunk. We stared at each other for a few seconds before I realised that he had not just come in to take a leak but he was checking me out while he was there…
Like me he’d ended up with more than he had bargained for. The lifeguard was looking at my fully erect cock. I realised then with him staring at my massive manhood he was interested in my favourite tool and me. I decided to play up to him and I smiled at him as I stroked myself. My balls were tingling and a drop of pre-cum was forming at the tip pf my cock. I spread my legs a little allowing my warm balls to swing under the flowing warm water. The lifeguard gulped his face slightly flushed with excitement and the lump bulging from his Speedos grew larger the more I play and stroked myself.
‘Hey I’m Dan, please to meet you,’ I said. ‘Why don’t you come in?’ I finally asked him. I knew he was ready cause I could see that his cock was fully erect and hard as… His Speedos were almost non-existent as his cock stood like a tent pole. He looked at me and smiled… ‘Hi, I’m Joe and I’m you favourite lifeguard while you rest and play,’ he said casually. ‘Are you sure you can play… what will your partner say?’ he asked before stepping into the shower.
I gave him the biggest cheesy grin ever and replied, ‘Jan knows I like men with huge cocks and with her watching us and joining in the pleasure will be both of ours’…
Joe turned and saw Jan smiling back at him, she’d had put up the sign saying, ‘Cleaning in progress, come back in 30 minutes’…
Joe was a little perplexed seeing Jan standing there… but only for a couple of seconds before he turned and faced me. He took his shirt off and placed it on the bench near the wall, followed by his lifeguard whistle. He smiled at me again before slipping his hands into the waistband of his shorts before slipping them down over his thick muscular thighs. His long thick shaped cock jerked down against his leg before sexily returning back to the fully erect state of a massive flagpole.
He moved slowly towards me and I stepped back allowing him to join me. I knew Jan was watching for the right moment to join in. It only took but a moment for him to be standing right next to me, his hard dick straight and erect, his breathing erratic; his chest firm and beautiful. I reached for him, running my hands down over his sleek muscular body… my hands found his pubes before wrapping my fingers around his throbbing organ.
Joe’s cock hardened in my hand as I pumped him slowly, his body alive with emotion. He rolled his head back down and slowly opened his yes smiling his approval, he leaned over and slightly touched his lips against mine… It was like an electric shock sending tingles up and down my spine as I reached around him and hooked my hand around the back of his neck, I slowly slipped my moist tongue between his soft lips.
At that moment I felt the presence of another person in the shower with us. Jan had joined us totally naked, she ran her hands up and down our bodies. She had us turn so we could kiss firmly on the lips, our dicks touched as we slowly pressed our bodies together. Joe’s hand found my hard cock and with both of us close together Jan was able to play with both our ass teasing us both. Our tongue wrestling went of for what seemed like ages before Joe finally pulled back slightly. He looked down at my cock before he sank to his knees, coming eye to eye with my throbbing piece of meat.
Oh damn, my mind suddenly raced ahead… no condom!!!
He must have read my mind cause he kept playing with my cock and balls. Lifting his face he gave me a gorgeous and sexy grin and he knew that he was driving me nuts with his sensual erotic touches. Joe got up of his knees and we continued to kiss our hands roaming over each other’s smooth muscular bodies. Jan beckoned us out of the shower leading us over to one of the long wooden benches. Jan smiled at me knowing that I was living one of my wildest fantasies…
We sat on the bench facing each other our cocks touching we both stroked each other’s cocks, Jan was close by encouraging us. She handed me a condom and I rolled it over Joe’s cock like a true professional. Joe lay back on the bench as I leant forward taking his cock into my mouth. Joe groaned and laced his fingers around the back of my head trying to get my head further down on his cock. I tried my best to swallow his long thick shaft as he pushed his hips up from the bench. His moans telling me how much he was enjoying it… I slid my hands under his ass; I worked my fingers slowly up into the smooth silky crack catching him slightly off guard but not enough to stop me doing what I was doing…
As he moaned his approval I slipped the tip of my finger into his tight hole… I was paying so much attention to pleasuring Joe, that I didn’t see where Jan was, but I did feel her… Her mouth closed around my cock and as I finger fucked Joe and sucked his throbbing cock, Jan was doing me… The pleasure was awesome…
Wow, I thought I’d gone to heaven… but no sooner had I relaxed with Jan sucking my cock, that Joe stopped me, pulling his cock from my mouth, Jan laid on the bench under me, my cock was buried between her soft lips, Joe walked behind me admiring my ass. He touched me gently and with the rubber pulled down over the length of his thick cock, Joe teased me, rubbing the head of his cock up and down the length of my crack before pushing the head of his cock against my puckered hole. As he pushed forward I pushed back onto his cock, managing to bury more than half of his cock deep inside my ass with one push…
Joe grabbed my hips and lunged forward, he fucked me hard. Holding my hips he slammed his cock into my tight ass, back and forth in and out of my ass. Jan was trying hard to keep up with our frantic fucking… then it hit me, I was about to drop my load and when I head Joe too, I lost control!!!
‘Oh yeah!!’ he grunted as he slammed his cock harder into my tingling ass… ‘I’m going to come for you man, here I come!! He hissed…
His actions sent me over the top, my cock erupted spewing galls of hot creamy cum down Jan’s gorgeous throat, her tongue teasing the tip of my cock as Joe slipped his cock from my ass…
What a session… it was agreed that Joe would meet us in our room after his afternoon shift…
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Brad watched as Reed manoeuvred the lawnmower around the flower bed with one hand while talking on his Cel phone with the other. He smiled as he thought about how Reed had grown up and become quite a handsome young man. As the smile curled around his lips, he realized that Reed had been mowing his yard and looking after it for eight years now. At the beginning, when he was only a youngster, the mower was bigger than him. It took him both hands to push the contraption around and on occasion he had managed to take out several of Brad’s prized flowers. Now here he was, a young man of 20 who was clearly the master of the machine and the job.

As he looked on he recalled how much Reed had changed. He had grown up to be a well built young man. He stood maybe just over 6 foot and weighed maybe around 170. Reed still had that wide eyed innocent look even now. His long eyelashes still fluttered at times, and his straggly mop of hair still kept falling across that sensitive looking face. It hadn’t change in all these years.

Perhaps what amazed him the most was how Reed still showed up every Saturday morning to cut his lawn, weed the flower beds and just look after his grounds. He never really realized how attached he had become to having Reed around. As he had grown older, he had taken on more responsibility around Brad’s home, doing odd repair jobs. Last summer he had completely rebuilt the back fence.

That had also been when Brad suddenly realized how much he was attracted to Reed. The way he enjoyed standing by the patio doors, watching a shirtless Reed hammering and sawing. It really had surprised him when he began to sport a hard on and look forward to Reed’s arrival so he could fantasize about him. He had never once thought about Reed in that way before.

Perhaps it was because then, Reed had been a kid, but now was a fully grown adult. Maybe it was seeing his fine chiselled chest or the way his long hair would move that grabbed his attention first. He didn’t know, but last summer had made a change on his view of Reed.

At times he felt guilty about thinking of Reed in that way, of wanting to see him without those worn jeans on. He found that through the entire summer, he would try to find ways to entice Reed to come in or to talk with him. Not like they hadn’t before, but now he would make excuses, find odd jobs that enabled him to get a good look at the handsome man. The way his muscles would show when he reached up to change a light bulb or how firm his ass would look as he bent down to pull out some offending weed.

Course he tried not to let on, but soon as Reed had left for the day, Brad would find himself in his bedroom, naked and thinking of nothing but Reed. It never took him long to find the physical release he needed, but lately it was becoming a little harder for him. His mind wanted to know more, after all how often could you only imagine what a guy’s cock looked like or tasted like without seeing it or taking it?

This summer he had looked for jobs that he could get Reed to do. Jobs that would involve perhaps a lot of sweating, so he could maybe offer him a dip in his swimming pool, but over the years, Reed had never opted for that pleasure. In fact Brad wondered if Reed could swim, but it was the idea of seeing him in a pair of swim shorts that made him try to find ways to accomplish his task.

Too bad he hadn’t thought of that last summer. Yet he wasn’t sure if he could contain himself. He didn’t want to tip his hand or frighten the guy off. So he let himself be satisfied with just watching, and hoping. Course his sojourns to his bedroom were becoming more frequent, and he found himself needing to relieve himself while Reed was in the yard. It was maybe a bit dangerous but he couldn’t hold on, as he used to do. The sight of the guy and his gorgeous body was too much for him.

Add onto that how pleasant the guy was. The way he would always wave to him with a huge grin, was in itself, enough to get him horny. The mere sound of his voice saying hello always got the blood rushing. The look of those eyes as if they knew his secret was to die for. To think of having those eyes peering down into his face, inches away as they held each other was a thought he wished he could turn into reality. However, he was too scared of what might happen if he trotted out some sexual suggestion. He didn’t want his weekly visits to end, or his fantasy either.

Brad could feel the heat between his legs as he stared out at Reed. The way those long legs kept moving, the way the body seemed to just flow across his lawn made his body ache. He wanted to feel those long powerful legs wrapped around his own body, but he didn’t have the nerve to ask for it. He just didn’t see how he could. Yet as he watched, he saw the firm buttocks and the ridged back pass by as his body signalled its own needs.

He couldn’t help himself and reached down to adjust his hard on. Licking his lips he wondered briefly if Reed was cut or not. He wondered that a lot lately, but he also began to wonder if Reed liked to do it, or have it done to him. He would love to find out, to see if he could be the one to open those cheeks, to spread them and taste the man himself.

Rimming wasn’t something he normally did, but if it was Reed, Brad knew he’d do anything to please him. He would love to run his tongue up and down those cheeks, to let it slide around the pink hole and moisten it, before digging in and tasting the very insides of the man. The notion of his tongue in Reed’s rectum made him squirm a little and he found his hand was caressing his cock in his pants.

It was becoming worse for him, as Reed had only been here an hour and already Brad felt like he needed to go to his bedroom. The wild thoughts of him licking Reeds butt, of touching his golden flesh with his own hands was driving him nuts. He wanted him so badly that it really did hurt. He could feel the pain in his entire body as he continued to watch the tall young man mowing the yard.

His tongue licked his lips as he saw Reed stop. The sound of the mower muted by the glass doors of the patio. He stared as Reed bent over to pull at something that was in his way. It was just like some of his fantasies. The way his torso bent over, the rear sticking out. The firm cheeks held tightly in the pants. Yet he could see their outline clearly. He felt his heart skip a beat as he stared at Reed, his hand pulling and pushing at the bulge between his own aching legs. God, to just feel those cheeks, to touch those perfect mounds of flesh, would be worth the risk, if only he had the nerve to go with his desire.

The constant thinking was making him sweat too. He could feel it on the palms of his hands as he continued to work his stiff cock, hidden in his own pants. Looking out, he saw Reed turn and stare back towards the house. He could feel those powder blue eyes boring in on him standing by the patio doors. He looked out and saw the smile cross the young man’s face and saw the hand rise up and wave to him. Brad took a deep breathe as he moved his hand up and waved back. The smile on his own face had to be strained, but it was something.

Reed turned his back to him and once more began his mowing. Brad on the other hand couldn’t stand it anymore. The pain in his body was too much as he quickly headed off to his bedroom. There was no way he could stand around watching without some relief.

Entering his bedroom he quickly drew the drapes shut. For one second he thought about leaving them open a bit, but quickly dismissed the idea. He was unbuttoning his shirt as he made his way to his side of the queen sized bed. He felt the warm air across his chest and stared down at his own body.

For a man of 50 he didn’t look all that bad, he thought. His body hadn’t gone totally to ruin and while he had a small paunch, he was in pretty decent shape. Certainly not as good as Reed, but hell Reed was 20 not 50. He smiled at that, as he undid his pants quickly, the urgent need to expose his body driving him.

With one hand he pushed down his pants and boxer shorts, then sat down on the bed. He reached over for his tube of lubricant and quickly flipped open the top. Pushing a generous helping of the slimy liquid onto his palm he leaned back. The image of Reed hovering over him filled his mind. He could see the hard nipples jutting out and wondered how they would feel between his teeth.

His hand moved down and coated his hard cock. The cool gel only seemed to excite him more as he covered his whole cock and even managed to coat the top of his scrotum too. He groaned a little and his eyes fluttered as he could see that chest now, sweat dripping down the chest. The washboard stomach with its muscles making his hand tighten around his pole. His body ached as he continued to think about Reed’s golden tanned skin. The way the hair would lay across his shoulders and over his eyes. The eyes, damn, he could see them now as if they were there. They were looking at him, a sort of spark glittering deep in the centre of the powder blue colouring.

Faster his hand moved along his coated cock now. He licked his lip and actually bit the lower lip as he thought about Reed. About how it would feel to be running his hand along that taut belly, to have his own lips pressed up against Reed’s mouth. To taste him as they would kiss deeply.

His eyes closed as he began to stroke himself. The hand moving effortlessly up and down his blood filled penis. The image of Reed always hovering, but not quite close enough to touch. The notion of being able to reach out, to touch or kiss that Adonis like body was making him quiver. His balls ached and he felt a strange tingle in his own ass.

The idea of Reed running his finger up and down his crack, of perhaps even pushing up against his tight pink hole was making him sweat. He could feel it on his forehead as his hand moved faster and faster. The mere thought of Reed wanting to touch him was driving him crazy. He felt like shouting but didn’t. His mind continued to play out the fantasy, to show him Reed’s image, the smile, the eyes, the thin pale lips. It all flashed before him and he could hear himself moaning as he pulled at his cock.

The sounds of the mower moving past his bedroom made him go even faster. His breathing was hard and rapid as he thought about Reed just outside, of him pushing at the mower without his shirt or in a pair of spandex shorts even.

As he thought about it, about being able to see the package bulging and to think he might reach out and touch it, made him groan loudly. His body bucked as every muscle inside of him grew taut with desire and lust. To think that Reed was just going past was adding to his dreams. To imagine Reed suddenly coming into his room, of him standing by the drawn drapes, his own hand gripping an enormous stiff cock brought tears to Brad’s eyes.

His hand was a blur, his other hand now held his aching balls. The fingers were digging into the rough skin of his sac, digging and pushing upwards while his hips shot upwards, making the bed squeak and shake. He could hear his own laboured breathing as he stroked himself, thinking of nothing but Reed, standing by the drapes, naked and wanting him as much as he wanted Reed.

He cried out as his body shot upwards. His heart was pounding as the stream of hot man juice came flooding out between his clenched fist. The release was amazing and he could feel the hot stinging drops of cum that splattered across his upper chest and even managed to hit his chin. He felt his body tremble as the second load of cum came shooting out as he held his bulging cock head tightly, squeezing it.

The hand that had been pushing at his balls fell to the side as he let out a deep breathe, quickly drinking in more air to replace all he had spent. His eyes were closed tightly but he could feel the water and sweat trying to get under his lids. He felt the pain in his chest as he exhaled, thinking that if he opened his eyes, he would see Reed.

The last of his cum dribbled out and he shook the cock a little. His hand had moved down to just under the head and as he held it tightly, he shook it, getting every drop out. He felt the air cooling all that had already covered his upper body, knowing he’d need a shower. Yet he also knew that he would quickly pull his pants up and do his shirt up so he could continue to stare out at Reed, to continue to add to the images that he would use when Reed left for the day.

His body finished shuddering and he lay there, letting his breathing slow down to somewhat normal. He let his hand release his cock, and felt it against his inner thigh. It was over for now, but as he slowly recovered from the quick ejaculation, he knew he’d be back, doing it all over again.

As he slowly regain his composure, he realized that the sound of the mower had been stilled. It suddenly made him nervous and he quickly sat up on his bed. His eyes opened as he tried to listen for the mower, but heard nothing. With his eyes still closed, he cocked his head to one side on the bed, trying to listen for the sound of the mower. He heard nothing at first, then it suddenly dawned on him. He wasn’t alone as he could hear the sounds of someone breathing.

Fear gripped his heart as he opened his eyes at last. The darkness of his room made it hard to distinguish who was there, but in his heart he knew. Panic was ripping at him as he looked harder and finally recognized the tall figure that stood silently in his bedroom doorway.

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It was snowing in Washington, D.C., and after battling skidding cars on the Beltway for an extra two hours trying to get into work, I suddenly decided that it was time for me to head someplace sunny. It was my lucky day after all, because when I hit the office, everyone was in an uproar about reports from Havana that Cuban dictator Fidel Castro once more was on his deathbed. Bad news for Fidel and great news for me. I was a Caribbean and Spanish language specialist and, within hours, I was flying off to our little unit on Key West, the last of a chain of islands dribbling down from Florida toward Cuba.

I was able to hold on to my ‘put-upon’ stoic face in negotiations with my employers over the short-notice, unknown duration assignment to negotiate four days of expenses-paid vacation time on top of the news media death watch on Castro no matter how long it lasted. Time away from snow-clogged Washington at the gay capital, warm, and sunny-beached Key West. How could I have been so lucky? And to add to that, when I called my significant other, Brian, he jumped at the chance to join me on the trip. So, I slogged back to our apartment, and we threw our skimpy Speedos into a suitcase, and we were off.

If I thought it was going to be a few hours during the day monitoring the Cuban media and then afternoons on the beach and nights in bed with Brian, making wild love, I was shortly to be disabused of that dream. No sooner had we checked into the gay-friendly Atlantic Shores Resorts, within steps of the naval air station that hosted the unit where I was to work, then I was off to work and Brian was off to the Duval Street bars. For two days, I was chained to radio and television receivers for double shifts and returned to the hotel room only long enough to catch a few hours of sleep alone, because Brian wasn’t there either of those days. He obviously had found the Key West night life much to his liking.

The third morning, I was hurrying out to work as Brian was just dragging in, all disheveled, but with a sloppy grin on his face. I knew that expression; he’d been fucked hard and well.

‘Hi there, Estaban,’ he said with a weak wave of his hand as he headed for the bed I’d just vacated.

‘How nice of you to put in an appearance, Brian,’ I said, all of the frost of the distant Washington in my voice.

‘Ah, man,’ Brian said, as he settled into the bed. ‘You oughta get some time off and go bar hopping with me. This place is a candy store of male pussy and hot cocks.’

‘I can see that,’ I said, my voice dripping icicles. ‘Your eyeballs are swimming in semen. I do so hope you continue to enjoy your stay on my nickel as I work my ass off to earn that nickel.’

‘Geez, Estaban. It’s not my fault they’ve tied you to the job. When Fidel has kicked off, we can party straight for days. I’m just checking out the best places to do that.’

‘Well, if you didn’t check them out so enthusiastically, maybe you’d be home in bed waiting for me one of these nights and we could at least do what we were doing in Washington. I didn’t come to Key West to stop having sex, you know.’

But Brian didn’t have any response to this. Not because he wasn’t capable of snappy banter but because he was already snoring away in the bed.

That night when I dragged back to the room, the lights were off and I assumed that Brian once more was out all night at the bars. But when I opened the door and the light from the hallway dimly outlined the bed, I saw something stirring there. So, at least he was home. But he probably was in a drunken sleep and would be no good to me tonight. And I badly needed some stroking tonight.

But before I could get the door closed behind me and turn on the light, I saw a torso rise up in the bed and it wasn’t Brian’s. It was some heavily muscled and tattooed dude, whose naked butt was undulating up and down against another naked body stretched out underneath him, belly to bed. I recognized Brian’s cries and grunts and groans of passion. The guy on top turned his torso briefly toward me, checking out where the light from the open door was coming from, and I caught the gleam of eyebrow, ear, nipple, and navel piercings in the reflected light. He saw me, but he said nothing and just swiveled back around and pumped his cock down in long strokes between the ass cheeks encased between his knees. So, at least Brian was home, but he was a little busy now being fucked by some leather man he’d picked up in a bar.

I shut the door and just sort of collapsed in a chair by the window, listening to Brian’s panting and moaning and cries of ecstasy at the stroking he was receiving.

I was so exhausted from the monotonous Castro death watch, during which Cuban media wasn’t broadcasting anything even half way of interest to the U.S. government, that I dozed off while sitting in the chair. The first thing I became aware of were two hands gripping the sides of my head, and Brian’s visitor leaning down into me and giving me a deep, probing kiss. I discovered that he had a tongue stud along with his other body jewelry, and he was searching the tender inner linings of my cheeks with that. He sat down on my thighs, his legs encasing mine. He unbuttoned and spread my shirt open, and I felt the cold metal of his nipple rings as his chest rubbed against mine. His engorged, moist cock was pushing into my belly, and I discovered he had jewelry there too, a heavy Prince Albert cock ring pierced his mushroom cap.

I had never fucked on the wild side before, and a little thrill of a chill went through my body at these new sensations of touch. Tired and half dopey as I was, I took a bulbous butt cheek in each of my hands and pulled the leather stud into me, inviting him to make love to me.

And make love to me he did. He swayed in my lap, rubbing his torso against mine. I heard the unzipping of my pants, and he pushed the rim of my briefs under my balls and docked our cocks together. Neither of our dicks was something to sneeze at, although his was thicker than mine.

Then his knees were up on the arms of the chair and he was rubbing his cock, with the heavily metal ring, against my nipples. He pulled my shirt up and off my back and threw it aside, and then he was slapping his dick on my chest and into my arm pits and then on my cheeks and forcing it between my lips. His Prince Albert punished my tongue and the roof of my mouth as he forced himself farther into me. He was so big and insistent that I could hardly keep from gagging, but I managed to deep throat him, and he was moaning his approval.

I felt a soft mouth come down over my own cock, a familiar mouth, and I knew that Brian had brought his head in under the leather stud’s butt and had joined the party.

I assumed I would get the leather guy off in this position and Brian would get me off, which was not an unpleasant prospect, but I was wrong in that. The leather guy pulled his hard cock out of my throat, stood up from the chair, and pulled Brian back up on his feet. He had Brian roll a condom on his cock and then the two of them pulled me up from the chair and carried me over to the bed and forced me down on my belly. Brian came at me from above me, pushing his knees and thighs under my chest, and taking my head in his hands and forcing his cock into my mouth.

The leather stud was below me, tonguing and kissing my butt and then working his fingers in with some KY. He picked up two pillows and stuffed them under my belly, which lifted my butt at an inviting angle, and then he was pushing that thick cock of his into me. I tried to cry out my pain at the invasion, but Brian held my mouth firmly over his cock. I felt the Prince Albert ring rubbing the walls of my ass canal through the thin sheath all the way inside me. I was panting and trembling when his cock bottomed out inside me. And then he started to ride me hard. Stroking in deep and withdrawing nearly to the rim and then plunging in again and again and again. I grabbed around Brian’s hips with my hands and grasped the brass slats of the headboard and held on for deep life. My head arched up off Brian’s cock and I howled to the ceiling, but Brian just pushed my mouth back down on his cock.

I soon accommodated the leather stud and started to pump my pelvis back into him with the rhythm of his stroking. Brian and the leather stud with both grunting and groaning from the exertion and they came fairly closely together, Brian in spoutings down my throat and the leather dude by pulling out of me, jerking the condom off and spilling out across my back. The leather guy moved his pelvis up the small of my back, rubbing his cock through his spilled semen, and he and Brian kissed deeply.

The leather guy then disappeared from the picture and Brian turned me over and straddled my hips inside his thighs and brought his asshole down onto my cock. He rode my cock bareback in a familiar favorite coupling position of ours until I came deep inside him with a tired little sigh. Leaving me inside him to go tumescent, he then stretched his body down on top of mine and we slept.

I awoke the next morning on my side with my butt nestled into his crotch and his cock slowly stroking in and out of me in a side-split. There was no evidence of the leather stud, and for all I could have proved, that whole scenario was an exhaustion- and frustration-induced dream after I had dragged in from a double shift over at the naval station and fallen asleep in this bed.

Needless to say, I was late to work that morning, but satiated and a good mood for the first time since we had arrived in Key West. My good mood was to blossom, because a dapper-looking Fidel Castro went on Cuban national television that afternoon to claim he’d been out of the country on a secret meeting with the Nicaraguan president for the previous week, and Washington once more called off the Fidel death watch. I was free now to check out Brian’s research of the gay clubs and bars of Key West and to find a nice sandy beach on which to dream of the snow drifts plaguing Washington.

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