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I am 19. Name is Skip. Too cute for a 23 year old, but I am stuck with it. I guess I’m inexperienced-you might say innocent, at least I was until that night at the Chelsea Bar in New York City.

I had graduated from Columbia U. with a degree in Computer Science.

Question now is to look for a job, or go on for a doctorate. This was a new degree and would get me a better job but frankly I was sick of school.

All those years since I was four years old. ENOUGH!

My family was willing to bankroll a higher degree, meanwhile I was fritting away time while my classmates landed spectacular jobs for fabulous pay.

I finished a second Martini-my limit. I was chatting with a really nice guy about my problem. He worked for a top programming company. That was important to me as a hung on his every word. Who knows, he may be just help me make the right decision.

He was really nice. Good looking too. He appealed to that little gay corner of my nature. He paid for the last drink and moved over one stool to sit right next to me. His face was so close as I gazed into his earnest expression and watched his shapely eyebrows frown in sympathy for my worries.

I liked him. I almost loved him for listening to me. Several times he reached out and grabbed my arm in encouragement when I sounded hopeless.

‘You have a lot of muscle there Dude.’ I think I blushed. I wish I could get over that silly involuntary reaction to a compliment.

‘Let’s have another round.’ I told him that I just spent my last ten and would have to toddle, er, stagger home. ‘Besides,’ I said lisping a bit, ‘I have to take a piss.’

He looked deep into my eyes and said the strangest thing. ‘I’ll give you $100, if you let me watch you pee.’

I thought I heard wrong in my gin fog. He repeated it. ‘Why would you want to do that?’ I asked. ‘Are you a fag?’

‘I’m not in that life, but I have a small streak in me, just like you.’

‘Shit, what gave you that idea?’

‘The way you sit with your leg tightly over the other one, protecting you jewels. Then there’s your pink puffy lips that you pout out when you talk.

Finally you are too groomed to be entirely straight, carefully shaved and wearing an expensive cologne. But most of all, it’s my gardar. But don’t get skittish. I’m not talking about gay sex, only urination.’

‘A hundred?’ I slurred. ‘Okay, where should I do it?’

‘Not here. My office is a few door from here. I have a beautiful black marble bathroom just waiting for your piss.’

We weaved our way, at least, I did. As we walked, me keeping my groin muscles tight to keep from leading, my friend introduced himself, Jason.

He put his arm around my waist several times to steady me. I accepted that. It wasn’t really a gay gesture.

Now I don’t want to say that I am antipathetic to gays. I took it out for a blow job from a few classmates in high school and college. (No reciprocation, of course.)

Up the elevator to the top floor. I was now in agony. His office was very impressive. Super modern. Most have cost a mint. We adjourned to the bathroom. My scrotum was aching and I dribbled a bit.

‘Okay, take it out and get started.’ He flicked a new hundred dollar bill again my cheek.

I thought this was going to be an easy and quick hundred. I would say goodbye and leave, but I forgot one thing: I was piss shy when someone was in the room. I strained and pushed, but I couldn’t get a stream started.

This was embarrassing and…costly.

‘I could help you a little,’ Jason breathed in my ear.

I gave him a mean look. ‘What kind of help?’

‘Suppose I do it and you can stop me if you wish.’

I steeled myself, not knowing what was to come. It was too bad. He made noises like air escaping. It almost worked. A few drops came out. He leaned in close to watch. ‘Lovely color, and it has a rich aroma.’

‘Come on,’ I said harshly. ‘It isn’t champagne. Don’t get too impressed.

Besides your steam radiator sounds are not working.’

‘May I try more?’

‘Okay, I am in terminal agony.’

I jumped as he slipped a hand inside my open shirt and began a rather pleasant stroking of my nipples. I’m a sucker for this, always trying to get my dates to do it. but they look at me strangely.

As he did this I pushed hard…nothing.

‘May I continue?’

‘I guess.’

He opened all the buttons on my shirt and began tickling my ribs. I am not ticklish there. He saw no reaction and slid up to now damp pit and used his fingers like a gentle scratch. I almost had a heart attack. I tried to suppress hysterical laughter. I squirted a long stream, but it stopped when he stopped and the ache returned. ‘Nice try,’ I said.

‘There is only one thing. Sometimes if one ejaculates it opens the muscles that control urination. May I try?’

‘You’re asking to jerk me off, fellow. That’s not only close to a gay thing, it is a gay thing.’

‘No, no,’ Jason said in a hurt voice. ‘Gay sex is oral or anal and not the induction of pissing action.’

I looked closely at him. He was a very good looking guy, maybe a year older than me. I noticed now that he had opened his fly and his long thin penis was stretching out.

I signed. ‘You can proceed but as soon as the stream starts you will stop immediately.’

He took hold of my big cock of which I am inordinately proud. ‘A true beauty. Well shaped and, er, really hot looking.’ He said this in a breathless, slightly hoarse voice.

I am a sucker for admiration of my cock. I let my pants slide down below my low hanging balls to allow full access. My dick was beginning to rise even before he touched it, I guess from his admiring remarks.

His hand was warm and very smooth. At first he just held it in his cupped fingers, slightly moving. He was very gentle, too gentle for me, at the moment.

‘Do it, before I change my mind. I good to go.’

Jason moved a little bit but he was not of the grab and stroke fast and hard school of cock handling. Not Jason. He treated it like a fine violin. He learned each tremor I felt and played to it. It was thrilling and exasperating. Still he must know what he was doing. I was fast coming to the point that I could not stop the impending ejaculation even if my Aunt Martha were to enter the room. I began to croon in ecstasy, bucking my hips slowly. ‘Nice,’ Jason whispered in my ear, ‘Let the feeling overcome you, don’t fight it. Let the piss burst forth like Niagara.’

Suddenly it arrived, that overwhelming loss of control. My body was now boss, my brain reduced to a peanut. Now my hips were shooting wildly back and forth. I was gasping as if I had a heart attack. Justin kept encouraging me, even kissing and licking my ear. It was a nice gesture and made my cum even more powerful. Now cum I must. It was speeding at me from outer space as I spun dizzily among the stars, far from that black marble bathroom. I looked down at my cock. I had added two inches to it’s length. The piss slit at the tip began to pulsate like a little mouth, then began to spit, first heavy gloppy sperm, followed by long three foot ropes of cum and then……..a moment later a bright yellow stream of scalding piss. This went on for quite a while, I felt weak. I had no control of my body and then I farted. It was a loud fart, a wet fart.

This was followed by a splattering emission of small turds.

Jason was in heaven. Piss, cum and then shit was his greated turn on, they way some guys go for auto racing.

He was moaning almost as loud as me as he shot long streams of off white cum in the urinal beside me.

When I came down from this feverous experience and my eyes could focus, there was evil Jason, holding out what looked like ten one hundred dollar bills. I knew I was worth it…maybe more. I mumbled thanks, ducked into the cubical to clean up, dressed and left.

I was alone as the car sped down to the lobby. My face was hot with humiliation. A happy thought grew in my mind. This might be a possible source of extra income. The world must be full of piss and shit lovers.

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I attended a trade show in Atlantic, Georgia. I was terminally bored and slipped away to the baths. I had noticed them a few blocks from the hotel and filed the location away for later.

I had a little trouble getting in. It was membership only. I joined and then paid the entry fee. This better be good, I thought, it would be an expensive fuck.

In towel I strolled the two halls, cubicles on either side.

Because it was only about nine in the morning, there were not many guys here. I ignored the nellies, I was, I’m afraid, rude to some older guys who grabbed at my stuff.

Further along the aisle I noticed two or three guys lounging around a roomette, one entering and then leaving quickly. I moved closer to investigate and stood with the small group. ‘What’s up I asked.’? One sissy guys answered that there was this Asian in the room and he is too ‘pisselegant’ for all of us. I heard one guy in the room asking if the occupant wanted a blowjob. The answer must have been ‘no’, because he exited angrily. Soon the group dispersed and I remained trying to decide if I wanted a rejection as well.

I peeked in. What a sight. There lay a young Chinese lad, on his back, totally naked. He had placed an orange/red silk cloth over the glaring light so that his pale, marvelously smooth body was bathed in colored light.

‘Here goes nothing,’ I thought. I entered the room and approached the bed. ‘Hi,’ he said in a friendly way and motioned me closer, ‘So I can see you better. Yes, you are young and very handsome. I love chest hair.

May I feel it?’

I moved right up to the bed. He was slim but not bony. His pubic hair was natural, untrimmed black and unruly. Very charming.

‘You are so beautiful,’ I breathed.

‘Do you think so? I’m too skinny and my chinky pubes are ugly.’

‘Don’t say thing like that.’ I stroked his face and he rubbed back like a kitten. I fingered his nubbies and they stiffened. He signed charmingly. His tits were dark in color against his pale skin and I could see that his penis was also eggplant dark as well as his plum colored ball sack. His penis was not large but against his spare body it reached to his navel with a curved stiffness.

I was entranced with him. I found myself murmuring love compliments and stroking and rubbing various parts of his body. Suddenly he let out a soft animal cry. His knees lifted and he pelted his smooth skin with Oriental pearls.

It took him a moment to recover. He covered his face with his hands. ‘I am so sorry…so embarrassed. I was selfish, forgetting about you. You can have all of me, me mouth, my hands or my ass.’

‘No, that’s OK. I loved spending this time with you and proud that you got off from my petting.’ I leaned down and kissed his forehead.

Well I made someone happy but I was randy as hell. I moved on into the long room like a dormitory with about a dozen beds, six on each side.

Only one bed was occupied. I came close to check him out. There was only one dim light so it was a little hard to see. There was a sleeping boy, very young, tall with curly brown/blond hair. His face was away from me.

I lay down on the next bed. I looked as his sexy legs, fuzzy with blond hair showing up against his tan skin. I suddenly remembered that I had seen legs like that before. It was on the beach in Key West. The legs belonged to Kiley Weston, my friend Mary’s son.

Mary was a single mother. She didn’t have much money but what she had she spent on Kiley. He worn the best clothes and went to a top prep school. He wasn’t really spoiled but he was made to feel like a prince. The boy was gorgeous. I always thought his good looks were like someone out of Scott-Fitzgerald.

He had that elegant widow’s peak that you would see on color ads of the time. His fabulous appearance was saved from preciousness by the casual way he worn his clothes and his scruffy whiskers. No doubt, this was Kiley. I prepared to move away when he woke up and looked at me. ‘You are one handsome dude. Do you like to top?’

I couldn’t imagine Mary’s little boy talking so tough. He studied me. ‘How old are you?’

‘Thirty eight,’ I told him.

‘Wow, you could be my father.’

He reached his hand out and slipped it under my towel. I lengthened immediately. If truth were told I always had a thing for Kiley. Once I think I saw him grin at me when I was indiscrete where I let my eyes wander. I realized that he probably didn’t recognize me because I had worn a beard for years. Now clean shaven I was told that I looked ten years younger than my age.

He wasted no time, slipped off his briefs, lifted his fabulous legs and said, ‘Come on dude, fuck me or are you fucked out.’

‘No, you’re my first.’ I settled in, lifting his legs to my waist.

The head of my cock nudged his hole.

‘You’re a little bigger and longer than I am used to. Be gentle.’

I slid in, half inch by half inch, Kiley moaning loudly at each intrusion. Finally I was all the way in. He was panting so hard I thought he would hyperventilate. I reached down and stroked his face. He opened his eyes and looked at me. ‘I think I am in love. This feels so great.

Please move in and out….but slowly.’

So I began. Soon Iwas in orbit, my mind on only sex, grunting like a pig. Kiley’s eyes were spinning and he moaned continuously. I took one hand off his calf and reached for his ample cock. It was wet with pre-cum so that the hood slid easily in my hand. He because to exclaim ‘Uh, uh,’ as I masturbated him.

My thighs were beginning to lock up. I knew that meant that I was entering a landing pattern. I continued to fuck him but my body was stiffening and it felt like I was pushing through heavy air. Suddenly Kiley howled, his body began jackknifing. He began to spew, jet after jet of spooge. He must not have had sex earlier. It was the longest orgasm I had ever seen, but I couldn’t look now. My eyes closed and I gave in to my own orgasm. I think I screamed because Kiley put his hand over my mouth.

I rocked and thrust, rocked and thrust as my heavy load entered the boy’s ass.

At last we quieted. ‘That was a fuck of the ages,’ Kiley said.

‘We must get together many times.’

I said ‘yeah’ but I had no intenton of a repetition. Fortunately Kiley left for college shortly afterward and decided to stay in Phoenix.

Our paths never crossed and I never had to face the embarrassed of revealing that I had fucked my best friend’s son.

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My Uncle Jack is a babe: think Robert Redford, twenty years ago.

He’s thirty: I’m 20. He’s my mother’s youngest brother and we have been friends all during my growing up years. He is a spectacular tennis player. He was in the top 20 seeded some years back. He was famous for his powerful serve. Once he hit a ball boy in the ‘fundamentals’ and I don’t think that kid will ever be a father. My Uncle Jack is also famous for taking off his shirt on the sidelines. Teenage girls who suddenly discovered they like tennis and swelled the stands, would scream with delight.

I don’t think Jack is gay. I don’t think he knows that I have had a few gay affairs in college. I do have a girl friend, Janie, and we have had some monumental fucks. I love that warm, dark, moist place I can slip my cock into. Oop, I’m getting hard. Anyway to get back to my tale, Jack retired from the sport a few years ago and opened this summer tennis camp. He has room for about fifteen kids. This year there are twelve high school age boys and three girls. I spent last summer as a sort of assistant instructor but this year Jack approached me and offered me a better paying job as a massage therapist. ‘I don’t know shit about massage,’ I told him but he had that all figured out. He enrolled me in a course that took most of my Saturdays during the winter. I was a fast learner and I gave Jack a sample massage. ‘You are good kid,’ He complimented me, sighing with voluptuous pleasure from me young hands.

The old massager, Otto, had been offered a job in a fancy spa in California. He was packing up the day I took over the cabin in which the massages were given. He gave me some interesting tips that I never learned in school. ‘Always try to get them to get in that bathtub before the massage. Make the water really hot. When they are finished, hold a towel and you dry them off. That gives them a sort of back-to-childhood feeling that they are less independent and demanding. Oh, I am leaving you my juice drink that I make up. Be sure they finish the glass before the massage. Tell them it’s a sport drink.’

‘What is it actually?’ I asked.

‘Just a mix of fruit and ..er..herbs,’ he said and resumed his packing.

My First Customer

I got a call from one of the coaches. He was sending down Marshall Goldberg. ‘Kid’s back is stiff.’

I sat reading a magazine, dressed in shorts and a white athletic shirt. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror opposite. ‘Marky Mark!, I thought, the spitting image.

There was a light knocking on the screen door. ‘Come in,’ I said a little nervously. This would be my real first. In walked a tall, maybe six three kid. Real young, maybe fifteen. He had a nice face and naturally olive skin. He was all legs. ‘Coach says I have to get a rub down.’

I smiled to myself. Guys hate the word massage. ‘Yeah, I heard your back is messed up, we’ll get you in great shape. Get undressed and get into the tub I’m filling. You can soap up with that special soap in the dish.’

He hesitated a moment, sighed and undressed. He had to stand waiting for the water to get higher in the tub. He was hairless, except for a big bush in his crotch and under his arms. His body was ruddy in color but very clear and healthy. He has curly black hair and dark brown eyes. In a few years, he would be dishy, now he was charmingly coltish.

The water was ready. He got in, slowly lowering his skinny, but handsome ass, into the water. He moaned at the heat. Finally he sunk down and soaped up. I noticed he didn’t do his hair. Very proud of our hair do aren’t we I thought. He finished up and asked for a towel. I followed Otto’s suggestion. ‘Step out, in front of this heat fan and I’ll dry you off.’ He was submissive, just stood there as I toweled him off, lifting his leg as I asked to do under his heavy balls. He was skinny but very favored in the cock department. It was long and thin and his ball sack was very large and round.

After the dry off I offered him a drink from the stock of juice Otto had left me. Incidentally I found twenty gallon jugs of the stuff.

I put a hand on his shoulder, after he finished the drink, and steered him to the table. ‘Get on your stomach.’ He seemed a little dazed and compliant. What was in that drink? or was he just of that personality.

I didn’t cover his ass and just left him naked. There was an opening in the table for the patient’s face to go into. It kept the neck from being strained. He has a bony back, but broad shoulders. I began kneading the nape of his neck. I think he liked it as he squirmed and settled deeper onto the table. I continued working my way slowly down is back, giving attention the muscles on either side of his prominent spine.

Next came the buttocks. I took each one at a time and worked them between my two hands. Marshall had an erection, I knew from the bulge behind his balls. The area was puffed out right to his ass hole.

Smiling evilly to myself I massaged that area and heard him take a sharp breath.

‘Time to turn over,’ I said cheerfully. He lifted his head. I thought his eyes looked a little distant. He hesitated and finally said.

‘I seem to have a hard on. You better skip the turning over.’

I assured him that he would have to be dead if he didn’t get stiff from a real massage. ‘Don’t worry about it.’

He turned over and his slim but very long penis lay on his cute stomach, just beginning to develop abs. I did his face. The long greasy strokes on his forehead and cheeks make his cock jump and his red pillowy lips parted so he could take deeper breaths. He was really cute. My gay side began to surface. I forgot about Janie for the present.

I began massaging his chest, letting my thumbs pass over his now pointy nubs. His chest was hairless but I could see a bit of thickening hair between his abs. Someday he would have chest hair. He was really into it and he began to writhe slightly.

‘I’m really uncomfortable. I can’t remember before having been so hard. I think I may have to excuse myself and go into the bathroom and relieve it.’

‘No no lad, just do what some others do. Just grab hold and get off right here. I’ll just spread a towel.’

He thought for a moment and then reached down and took hold of his cock. He began stroking but I could see it wasn’t working well.

‘Here let me put a little oils on it.’ I poured a little oil on my hand and smoothed it on his cock. He moaned and shook as I asked, ‘Do you want me to do it for you.’ (Oh I was so crafty.) He asked ‘Yes, yes’. I stroked slowly, maddingly slow. He kept thrusting into my hand, trying to fuck it and cum. ‘Should I do it harder and faster.’ He almost cried out, ‘Please.’

I stroked harder, slipping over his circumcised cock head, over and over. He was trembling all over and almost crying. Suddenly he turned rigid. ‘It’s cuming,’ he grunted and a beautiful arc of gizm sailed out of the tip and up over his head; then another which his hair; then another which landing on his lips. A few short bursts and it was over. He lay there in blissful afterglow. I grabbed a light blanket and covered him. He was asleep almost immediately.

About an hour later he woke up. ‘How’s the back?’

‘It’s great but I may need a follow up,’ and he smiled crookedly, looking me in the eyes searchingly.

The football player

I learned soon that his name was Spike. His main sport was football but it had been suggested by his coach that he take up tennis to improve his speed and accuracy. I understand that he was a natural on the court. He was pretty enthusiastic about tennis they told me but he was a bit unable to control his powerful wild strokes.

In event, he had no appointment and he didn’t knock, just burst in. ‘Where’s Otto?,’ he asked gruffly. I looked him over. He was like a big baby. Hairless, bit thighs, baby face with pale blue eyes. A short, blond crew cut on his large head. Some might consider him gross looking. I thought he was very cute. I explained that Otto was no longer here. He stopped like a bull about to charge. ‘Did he leave the special drink? Did he tell you what the special treatment is that I get?

‘Yes and no. But I can do any treatment you want if you tell me what it is Meanwhile, why don’t you strip off and get in the tub’ (I was trying to regain control of the situation.)

‘No bath. Otto stopped that. But I’m clean and clean all over,’

he leered at me. ‘But I’ll have a glass of the hard on drink.’

Ho Ho, I thought. What is this: a viagra cocktail or some herb from China that accounts on their large population. I poured a drink.

‘Have some yourself,’ he smiled lopsided at me. For a minute I thought I might but then I said no.

He undressed quickly. Threw his 250 pounds onto the protesting table. Spread his legs and said in a muffled voice from the hole in the table, ‘I’m ready. Do it!’

I began a heavy massage starting with his muscular shoulders and back, I kneaded his butt cheeks. He liked that. He lifted up, ‘You sure he didn’t tell you about the special treatment? Wait, look in that drawer.’

I crossed the room, opened the drawer. ‘You mean this,’ I asked as I held up a rubber representation of a very large cock.

‘Yeah,’ that’s it. ‘Now I turn over, you grab my cock and start pumping and I lift my legs and you plug me with that.

‘They never taught us that at school but I’m game.’

He was erected already when he turned over. Let me tell you about this ‘erection’ . When he first undressed I was surprised that a big guy like this had a small rosette of a cock. It nestled in his crotch against his small balls. But as he got hard the head which was large emerged and became a nice five inch, thick cock.

‘Put it in. What’s your name?’ ‘Jeff,’ I told him. ‘OK Jeff, we’re about to become ass hole buddies. Don’t be shy, do what I ask.’

He pointed to his butt hole, now exposed and told me to shove it in. I took the dildo, greased it and slowly inserted it. I couldn’t believe that this monster slipped in. He grunted in pleasure. ‘Move it a little.’ His eyes turned upward as he entered a kind of sexual hazy.

‘Stroke my cock.’

I didn’t move immediately, and he shouted ‘Fuck, do it!’ I grabbed his short hard organ and used two fingers to stroke and squeeze.

He grabbed my hand that held the fake cock. ‘Move it!’ So we got into the rhythm. It was a bit like trying to coordinate two diverse motions but I liked the guy. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to be as good as Otto. It went on for about five minutes. Suddenly he bellowed and the dildo shot out as his ass hole tightened. His cock spew out a good quantity of grade ‘A’ cum and he fell back. He patted my hand. ‘Good job. Let me rest a minute.’

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Dean Lanquist, 18-1/2 years old, air force private, stood at parade rest at the perimeter of Airstrip #35, somewhere in Nam. He felt pretty logy out there at midnight on a starless night. He was brought up in the Dakotas, he should be used to longliness as him Dad’s farm was miles from their nearest neigbor. ‘As Swedes,’ his father told him, ‘They should be used to hardship and no friends.’ Dean know that he was not really a Swede, nor was his father. It was actually his Grandfather who come to the US from the old country but still Dean’s house looked Swedish and they ate Swedish food. His father still had the trace of an accent from his own father and even Dean had some sing-song lilts to his speech.

Dean was a beauty, although he didn’t see that. Others did though and he was often conscious of guys looking at him ‘like they wanted to eat me up,’ he thought. He didn’t know how close he was to the truth. He was just under six feet, he had the pale blue eyes of the northern regions and the fine grained white skin as well. His features were regular and his full lipped mouth, with its pink tinge was a sexy feature.

The Cong had been infiltrating the airstrip and burning a plane or two.

The CO decided to ring the field with some of the unneeded privates and place them 300 years apart. ‘Shoot if you have to!’ the Sgt of the Guards advised and each man was given a side arm although few of them had ever received instruction on how to handle it.

It was now a few minutes past midnight. His tour ended in about an hour.

He could not make out the other guard, 300 years away as it was a very dark night. A few minutes earlier he thought he heard groaning sounds.

He knew he was forbidden to leave his post and he had been told that the Cong use all sorts of tricks.

A few minutes later he began to make out a figure making its way toward him. Dean clutched his holster. Soon he made out clearly a GI coming closer. He called out softly as he neared: ‘Hi soldier. Getting bored out here?’ Now Dean could see him clearly. He was a young guy wearing OD shorts, chest bare. ‘I was up shooting hoops near the headquarters building. Can I talk to you a bit?’

Dean knew that he was forbidden to converse while on duty but the kid looked so friendly and harmless that he relaxed and began the aimless chatter that GIs engage in about their outfits and COs. The kid held out his hand, ‘Names Billy.’ Billy peered closely at Dean. ‘Gee you’re a good looking guy; you could be a model.’

Dean blushed very red, even across his chest, but he enjoyed the compliment. Billy moved closer. Dean felt a little uncomfortable and stepped back a bit. Billy moved with him and kept up a steady stream of talk as he clipped his hand inside of the open flight coveralls that Dean was wearing. ‘It’s very lonely out here. I bet you also get horny. You miss your girl, right? And the sex, huh?’

‘I don’t have a girl,’ Dean informed; then wondered why he supplied this information.

Billy began stroking Billy’s upper chest. Dean found himself breathing deeply. ‘Been layed? No! You’re a virgin. ‘How about guys? ‘No. A double virgin.’

A flight suit in a one piece coverall. Billy opened the two buttons that held it together and slipped the belt open. It a moment the suit was opened from throat to crotch. Dean stood there enjoying the attention but unable to resist Billy’s purposeful moves.

‘Did you see me get that guard’s gun over there.’ Dean stiffened. ‘I mean his cock.’

Dean had heard about blow jobs and guys who liked males but this was his first encounter.

‘Would you like me to suck you?’

Dean come out of his stooper. ‘ I am afraid someone will hear us and I don’t think that would be moral.’

Billy laughed harshly. He stroked the jutting bulge on Deans front.

‘You are hard as a rock. Stop thinking and enjoy it.’

Dean sighed in resignation. ‘OK,’ he said in a strangled voice.

Billy moved the shoulders off and allowed the whole garment to fall at Dean’s knees. He was entirely naked, no shorts. All the guy dispensed with underwear, it was just something else to wash.

Billy’s breath caught. ‘You are a super stud. That marble chest and those strong legs and that long pale, uncut cock with the shell pink head looks good enough to eat and I will.’ So saying he kneeled down and took the smooth, un veined tube into his hot lips. He held it there a moment and then began to move his tongue in side his mouth over the tip, tasting drops of precut dripping from the head. Both boys were transported.

Billy could feel the dick vibrating and the hairless soft balls becoming thick and pulling up. He knew the kid was about to deliver and a moment later Dean grunted and shook and spew several large pulsations of cum into the waiting mouth.

Billy had opened his fly and his large thick cock was sticking out of one side of his very short shorts. Billy was breathing hard. ‘Hey kid, want to suck on me or at least use your hands.’ Dean shook his head no.

He began to button up. ‘OK spoil sport, I’ll have to do it myself.’ He stood up and began to stroke his cock, moaning and shaking. Dean tried not to watch but he was fascinated. He had never seen another hard cock.

He found himself beginning to get another erection as he watch.

Suddenly Billy swayed toward him, put his arm around Dean’s waist and began to shoot a long stream of white cum.

‘OK, Dean boy, we both got off but you got the better of the deal. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.’ He began walking into the night and disappeared.

Dean could hardly believe what had happened. ‘It was so hot.’ He gan to stroke the outside of his pants. He knew he wasn’t finished yet. He took out his cock. It was just as hard as before. He began stroking fast and hard. He began to shake and grunt and then stiffened as that feeling overwhelmed him.

Next night he was not schuled for guard duty. But the following night he was back at his old post. He half hoped that Billy would reappear even though he was scared and afraid of being caught and afraid of the feelings that mouth on his penis had produced. He didn’t want to be queer.

About midnight he heard two guys talking as they approached him. As they came closer he saw it was Billy and another kid; a very skinny tall boy.

‘Shake hands with Bobby,’ said Billy. ‘Bobby meet my pal Dean.’ Dean didn’t like his familiarity but he was relieved that Billy was with someone which meant he wouldn’t repeat what he had done two nights earlier. (He was wrong.)

Bobby and I get it on together. He is a great fuck. I told him about you and he wants to fuck you.’

‘Forget about it. I don’t intend to do something so queer. I you two don’t mover on, I’ll call the guard in the next position.’

Billy laughed out loud and reached over a quickly kissed Dean before he could react. Although Dean was taken by surprise and jumped back, he sort of liked the feeling of Billy’s warm lips and moisture from Billy’s mouth was on Dean’s lips.

‘I don’t think youi will call anyone. All I have to do is report that you made a mover on me. Bobby will spear to it as well. It might mean many years in military prison for you.’

Dean expelled air from his held breath. It was true. What could he do.

At last he said ‘OK if you or Bobby want to blow me OK, but do it quickly.’

Bobby laughed. He knew and Billy knew that once this virgin got sexed up that he would agree to anything.

Bobby slipped off his pants a nd bunched them up to kneel on. Dean opened his coveralls and let them fall to his shoe tops. He was already breathing hard, almost moaning. Bobby glanced up at Billy and mouthed: ‘Get undressed.’

Bobby flatten his long tongue and began licking the outside of Dean’s cock. Dean’s eyes turned upward. But he wanted more. ‘Put it in your mouth like Billy did.’

Bobby stood up. ‘why don’t you show me. You can get in nice and wet and then it will slip into your pink hole easily.’

Dean lost his erection and he began pulling up his uniform. Billy whispered harshly. You do it or I shout for the guard right now. Dean was frozen in fear but part of him was remembering the great feelings of a few minutes ago. ‘OK, what should I do.’

Bobby and Billy giggled happily. Bobby said ‘There is an old oil barrel over there. Just lay on it.’

Dean hobbled over and lay across the barrel, his cock laying on the metal under him. He felt Bobby come around in front of him. ‘Suck now.’ Dean put his tongue out. It didn’t taste and felt kind of warm and nice. He opened his lips and took the cock just inside. Almost without thinking he began to lick the sticky head. He a moment he was taking it into his mouth and then into his throat. He realized he was salivating and moaning as he sucked. ‘He likes it,’ Bobby said in a hoarse voice. ‘He really has me going. I’ll have to stop soon.’ Meanwhile Billy was feeling Dean’s exposed ass. Then he felt an exquite jolt as Billy’s wet hot tongue began to lick his ass hole. A moment later Billy’s tongue slipped inside. This caused Dean to suck harder and harder. At last Bobby pulled out of Dean’s mouth.

‘A moment from now I would have spewed. Let’s get on to the main event.’

Bobby went around to where Billy had been and put his thin long cock at the opening. Billy had done a good job, it was slippery and gaping open slightly. Dean was terrified that he would be hurt. But Billy came around in front. He stroked Dean cheek. ‘Don’t get tense. Suck on me, it will make you forget any pain. There may be a bit but soon it will pass. You’ll lover Bobby’s action.’

Bobby’s cock began to push at the opening and Dea n tensed up. Billy told him to relax. Billy pushed his cock against Dean’s lips and as Dean opened to say something the cock slipped inside. At the same time Bobby’s cock slipped into his ass hole.

He began to groan and cry. Billy pulled out of his mouth. ‘Baby, let him do his thing. You’ll see how good it will feel.’ He began to stroke Dean’s hair and leaned forward and began to kiss him. As he was kissing Dean , Bobby heard some sounds coming from Dean. He stopped kissing him and then he smiled, Dean was in orbit, in another world. ‘Ahhhh, I never felt anything so good. Keep it up. I feel like I’m coming.’

Billy reentered Dean’s mouth. Billy thought that he was getting a hot blow job and knew he was about to cum. Bobby screamed out that he was cuming and Dean began to shake and jackknife. The barrel was covered with his cum and he lay panting on the ground, Cum was on his cheek and on he ass cheeks.

‘We better get going,’ Bobby said.

Dean said weakly from his position on the ground: ‘Do you think you’ll be here tomorrow?’

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I’m 20 years old. I go to a state university, which I won’t name because they might sue me. I have a steady girl friend. She’s deeply in lust and love with me. All I have to do is give a steady stare and she is on her way to a nice quake in her pussy. Once we were at a table in the dining hall and I asked her if she had to piss. ‘No,’ she said but seemed a little uncomfortable. ‘You know you do. You can feel a few drops escaping.’ I kept up with that a few more minutes and I heard a splash under the table. What is this power I have over women….and men. I say men, or boys, because Sue isn’t always available for fucking and I am super horny or the time. All I have to do is walk into the library and six or eight gay guys eye me. I go down to the basement crapper and in a minute or two one of them will be in the stall next to me, his open mouth at the opening one of them has neatly drilled with a circular saw.

I would be in a sexual frenzy myself if I looked at me. I’m sex feet, blond red hair, glossy strawberry and cream skin, muscles and piercing green eyes. In addition I am very handsome (and modest, but hey, I just want to be honest.)

Now school was coming to and end for the junior year for me. I had to find a job for the summer. I checked the bulletin board and there was a two month job at a summer camp owned by one of the professors. Not just any professor but Jules Guest. The famous mathematics genius. He was pretty old now, about sixty and I understand in poor health. The notice was signed by him and his wife Janet Guest.. I looked them up in the facility biographies. She was an assistant professor of anthropology. Maybe she got the job though her husband’s fame. She was about thirty years old. Wow. There must be a story there, the old devil. Guest only taught one course a year and it consisted of only one lecture. He was kept on because his name added glamor to the university. Anyway the job was for a boat master and a life guard. I decided to go for the boat master job. You could goof off better.

Lifeguard had to be life guarding all the time. The camp was described as on an twelve acre lake in Connecticut. Exclusive boys camp…only 30 admitted…..individual cabins.

Now I found out that Guest had attended this camp himself and later bought it. He had run it for about twenty years. I know he didn’t need the money. He was many times a millionaire from Dad, Wilmot Guest, the oilman. I guess it was a way to relax in the summer. I suppose he didn’t actually run the camp.

It paid a very nice $3000 dollars for the two months. I really needed that for tuition. I had a partial scholarship but it hardly covered the high costs of getting a business degree. In any event, I applied to Prof.Mrs.Guest. I knocked on her office door and—listen to the music swell–she was quite beautiful, didn’t look forty. She was in her prime. I can’t see how Dr.Guest and his formulas could satisfy her sexually. Ho hum, she liked me and projected lots of sexual energy during the interview. The job was mine. I was to report two weeks before opening to get the boats and stuff in shape for the arrival of the campers. As I was leaving, one of my blow job servicers was waiting outside. I hope he got the job as life guard as he could do some work for me this summer.

I spend the weeks before leaving throwing enough fucks into Sue to last her the summer. I know it wouldn’t last me. She cried and I went down on her. She would stop crying long enough to have an orgasm etc.

Finally the day came. I packed up my old Jeep and drove up to Camp Winebesombac (at least it sounded like that.) As I parked my car, Janet, as I mentally thought of her, came out of a very neat rambling house on a hill overlooking the camp cabins. I greeted her and she said, ‘Please call me Janet.’ (there you go!) She took me on a tour of the camp. This may be exclusive but it was old. The cabins had been painted so many times that it was probably the paint holding them together. The Lake was nice but the boats were in great disrepair. There were about a dozen, needed paint scraped, re calking and painting. I know how to do that, but it is hard work. This would not be a vacation for me…except if Janet turns out to be more than my employer.

The waterfront crew, me and the other guy not yet met, shared a small cabin right at the Lake. Nice view but it needed new screens and repair of the flooring. Later that day, the future Life Guard arrived.

Yep, it was one of my cock servicers, named Jamie. I had to admit he was cute and looked safe enough to entrust my seven inches to, when needed.

The next morning I got a sanding machine for me and for Jamie. I hoped to get all the old peeling paint off the row boats in the next few days then get on with the caulking and painting. I began to notice other jobs such as repairing the boards on the desk surrounding the boat dock.

It turned out that Jamie was very unhandy and used tools the way he threw a baseball. I mused on having him make curtains for our little home but decided that was too mean. He did paint OK, so he started on the cabin exterior. I nixed puse and violet for plain maroon and he pouted all day but his lips in a pout made me horney so I tried to ignore him.

It was a hot day, I striped down to my undershorts while I ran the sander. I had a dust mask on but the rest of me was covered with red paint particles from the old paint on the boat. I was concentrating on my work and didn’t see Janet approach. I turned off the noisy sander, she was standing right in front of me. ‘I see it is going well . My, you’re covered with dust.’ She began bushing my check and accidentally, maybe, brushed lower enough to feel my cock, which began to pick up it’s head to see what’s what. She invited me and Jamie to dinner and spoke directly to my dick which didn’t respond. I did and told her that I’d be there and of course I’d shower.

So here I was. The house was very luxurious, in an old fashioned way. The table was set with fine china and stuff and the dinner was served by a housekeeper and her husband; the Dolans, I found out. Soon the Professor arrived, he looked much fatter than his picture. He mumbled something, Mrs. Dolan placed a large napkin in his neckline.

Jamie uttered not a word, he was in awe either of the professor or the china. Probably he was already redecorating the room. The Misses looked elegant in a silk robe and carried the host duties. Professor ignored the table. At one point he touched a bell and Mr.Dolan came. He leaned down, nodded and came back with a small chalk board. Holy crow, all that mumbling didn’t mean he was senile: he was working on an equation.

The wine was flowing freely. The professor had none,

Mrs.Professor had one but Jamie and I, particularly Jamie were getting squiffed. At last dinner was over. We had to be up early so we took our leave, I even remembered to thank the dolans for the excellent dinner.Jamie and I walked to our cabin. I had to almost hold Jamie up and that allowed him to feel my ass and other vital parts. I told him if he didn’t stop I’d let him fall on the ground. We got back and I plopped him on his bed. I headed for the boat house. Why. I left that out.

Janet took me aside at the front door, Jamie was taking a leak, and she said there was something she wanted to talk to me about. Yeah!

I lay down on some tarps. I could hear crickets. It was a still beautiful night. I fell asleep. I am not sure how long I was asleep but I woke up to someone kissing my chest. At first I thought it was Jamie, but it was Janet. She was whispering,’my pretty boy-man, wake up.’ I stayed quiet a moment but when she got to licking my tits, I had to acknowledge her presence.. I did it by taking her head and pressing my lips against her, then the tip of my tongue and then the whole tongue.

She met me with her own ardor and was breathing hard. I undressed her and began the old routine, caress the breasts, gently squeeze them flick across the nipples, lick the nipples and so on until I had my finger in her pussy, searching for her clit. She was an enthusiastic aide to all of this and was moaning long before I even entered her. I came into her with me on top. My bare ass going up and down in the moonlight. She seemed to like my every move, and I counted three big orgasms and she was flooding my dick with her juices. But folks, I couldn’t come for the life of me. Perhaps the wine or the fatigue of the day. I was getting desperate when suddenly I realized that pretty boy Jamie was in the room, wacking his noodle. I guess we did make a sexy sight.

I must tell you that Jamie, if I were gay, instead of a little Bi was a very tasty dish. He was about five six, big dark, heavily lashed eyes, dark curly hair–sort of a Greek boy look. He had taken off his clothes. He was ready to party. His little boy, sleek, fine grained, white skin glowed in the dark. Now remember I knew Jamie sexually, he had seen all of me and was there when I had my cum, that’s really being intimate.SoI had no hesitation beckoning him to us (Janet was out of it anyway) and whispered, get in here and lick my nuts. He scrambling over and it I minute I felt his clever little cat tongue and hot breath on the exposed back of my balls. I began to pump again, feeling that it wouldn’t be long. He got clever and began to lick my anus, then he make his tongue into a little prick and began fucking my ass. That did it. I roared in pleasure and unloaded. Janet came again.

I threw Jamie out, hard on and all, he had done his duty for the night. ‘What about me,’ he complained. ‘Use your hand but get it done before I get to our cabin.’ I said somewhat unkindly but I know Jamie likes to be insulted It will get him off faster.

Janet and I got dressed and we sat by the water. ‘When I married Jules fifteen years ago, he was younger and still the brilliant scientist. Now he has become distant, locked in his own head.’ She went on to tell me that she would be better off without him. ‘He’s very rich you know. I would get rid of this old wreck of a camp and get a nice house in the Hamptons.’ She put her mouth near my ear and licked it. I began to get hard again. ‘Maybe we could live there…together.’

I began to feel like I was in a movie by Raymond Chandler. ‘It wouldn’t take much to dispatch him. I little push or something.’ It went on like this for awhile and then we were both tired and she kissed me goodnight.

I went to the cabin. Jamie was sleeping and breathing heavily.

There was a slight odor of cum in the room. I will suggest to him that he shoots into the lake next time. In a moment I was asleep.

The next day it was back to the boats. I saw nothing of Janet that day and we were not invited to dinner. I guess that was just a first night thing. Jamie and I went to a bar and grill in my Jeep. We ate all the wrong things, hamburgers, french fries and ice cream. Then we switched to vodka shoots and beer. We left about eleven o’clock, drunk again, except this time it was me who was drunk and Jamie drove the Jeep.

On the way from the parking lot to the cabin I was half out, hanging heavily on Jamie. He probably loved it. Back in the cabin he undressed me completely and I lay on my back completely defenceless. He began kissed my chest, licking my nubs, working his way down to my cock.

I’m only human, drunk or sober, my cock began to rise and pretty soon it was rigidly hard. He sucked me awhile then got undressed and straddled my legs, lowering his quite handsome ass onto my dick. He reached down and using me like a dildo he inserted my cock into his ass hole and began an up and down motion, breathing hard and moaning. I was just a spectator to this but soon I began to buzz in my balls, then my legs and suddenly I let do a big cum. He felt it and he came to, splattering my chest and chin. I passed out, evidently he had wiped me off and tucked me in. I greeted the morning with empty balls and a headache.

Jamie wasn’t in the cabin. I got dressed and shakily went

outside. There were two police cars at the house. I headed up that way. I saw Janet being led out in hand cuffs and Professor Guest on the porch looking quite in charge of things, waving his cane around.

‘Goodbye my dear, I may yet outlive you.’

I got the story from Jamie, who I found out was in the employ of the Professor and had taped the conversation I had with Janet. ‘You came through as innocent as you agreed to nothing.’

The camp did open and Jamie and I practically ran the place. We not only got our money but a bonus as well. Jamie said that I should quit with those nasty women and stick to a nice boy like him. I don’t think so. I need it all.

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I had just graduated instrument technology school in the East. I gained my 2nd Lt’s bar on graduation. I had my orders. I was on my way to Luke AFB in Arizona. I was flying on commercial flight orders from JFK Airport. I had about an hour before boarding and I stopped for a beer at a deli-bar a few yards from my gate. It was pretty crowded but I found a seat at the bar. The very pretty bartender came right over.

‘This must be my day for gorgeous servicemen.’ She nodded her head toward a sailor in whites, at the other end of the bar.

I thanked her and waited for my beer. I looked in the mirror behind the bar. Geez I was good looking. My square, chin dimpled face and my crisp, curly dark brown hair. I could see the sailor also in the mirror. He was shorter than me. I’m 6’1′; he must have been 5’6′.

While I was, I guess, classically handsome, I would trade for what he had. He was stocky with heavy thighs (I look that). He had reddish blond hair, close cut and a round face with stub nose, full lips and pale blue eyes. His whole manner was rakish and cheeky. He was in short a dish and could have made a fortune hustling. Just as my beer came, I realized that he had seen me looking at him and he smirked and winked. I immediately set to polishing off my beer and forced myself not to look at him.

Finally, after a 15 min. delay they announced the plane boarding. I got on and found my way to my seat. It was a plane with two seats on each side of the aisle (the Air Force always finds the cheap flights.) My seat was by the window. I had checked my two flight bags and only had a briefcase with me. I shoved it under the seat and sat back hoping I wouldn’t get a screaming kid or a fat guy in the empty seat. In a few moments before takeoff the sailor I had seen at the bar was making his way up the aisle a bit unsteadily, his white canvas sea bag on one shoulder. His face was red from running to not miss the plane and from the beers he had drunk. He stopped at the empty seat next to me and said ‘Hey Louey, we’re seat mates.’ He opened the compartment and hoisted his bag into the bin. He had to jam it in. As he did this,. he stood up and stretched his armed and pushed. His middy rose and as his back was to me, I could look all I wanted. The exposed skin was very pale white and a fine patch of baby hair, red-gold in color was exposed just below his waist. With a grunt the bag slipped into the bin. He looked down at me and grinned at me, turned and sank down on the seat with a grunt and sigh. I could smell the, not unpleasant yeasty order of beer coming from his pores. He was sweating.

The plane took off. He turned to me. ‘I’m Dale.’ I shook his somewhat sweaty ham of a hand and replied, ‘Bob here.’

No more talk. His eyes were blinking and soon he let out of sigh and feel asleep, his breath slightly adenoidal. I tried to sleep but this cute guy, frankly, was giving me an immense hardon. The combination of his sexy smell and his powerful thigh against mine was getting me hot.

I began to detect that his leg was pushing against mine. I also noticed that his breathing had changed. I glanced at his full basket and could see a fat snake of a cock sneaking down the side of his thigh.

There was no doubt now, we were diddling with each other. I let my arm rest on his leg. He spread is legs slightly and rubbed his growing mound. Then he sat up. Smirked me and said ‘You ever joined the mile-high club?’ I looked at him dumbly. He grabbed my leg in his hand and said, ‘See you in the head’.

He walked, somewhat waggly, toward the rear. I waited a few minutes. I followed. The door to one of the latrines was half opened and he stood in the doorway, smiling and nodding at me. I came close and grabbed me and shoved me in and pushed me so I was sitting on the toilet.

‘This is your lucky day,’ he said, ‘You’re going to get what you have been hoping for since the bar.’ As he spoke he opened his fly and pulled out a fat, pink, uncut cock. ‘Quick, taste it. I haven’t all day.’

I opened his belt buckle. He tried to stop me. He wanted a zipless fuck but that’s not my style. Finally he gave up and I pulled his pants down then the white navy-issued boxers. He strong legs were revealed, covered with downy red and gold hair. His balls were in a large heavy skinned sack which stood out and supported his thick cock.

As I handled it, the red head protruded. ‘I’m getting nuts. Suck already.’

I leaned in and wet it with my tongue. He grunted in pleasure.

I looked up. He was smiling in satisfaction. I kept my eyes on him as I began a very carefully orchestrated blow job. This would be the best he ever got in his young life. As I proceeded, licking the underside, moving his foreskin, sucking on the piss hole, his smile began to fade.

He was going into a serious sex orbit. He began to breath heavily, a hoarse rasp punctuating each intake. He face became very serious. His body began to shake, his eyes rolled up and he thrust forward, beginning to go into his orgasm. ‘Holy shit,’ he became intone, over and over. I felt a rush of thick delicious cum fire into my mouth. He lurched three more timed, spewing a tremendous load. He stood for a moment, sweating and shaking. ‘I want more.’ He lifted me off the toilet and leaned over the closed cover, he fuzzy ass exposed, he very pink hole could be seen.

‘Fuck me, fuck. If you’re man enough.’

I grabbed on to his smooth hips, stared at his big beautiful ass and plowed in. He howled in pleasure. ‘Keep it up. Shoot in my hole.

Come on Bobby, don’t be a fag.’ At that I doubled my efforts, beginning to feel my upper legs getting buzzy.

‘I’m going to come in your hole. You want it. Can you come again?. ‘Oh yeah.’ he groaned. ‘Jerk me.’

I reached around and grabbed his cock. Indeed, it was hard. I timed my strokes on his cock to my plunging in and out. A moment later I felt his cock get harder and it began pulsing out cum. His ass tightened and I almost blacked out as I shoot heavily into his red haired hole.

The two of us were spent. We waited until we had some semblance of control; dressed. I slipped out first. No one seemed to notice me.

I got back in my seat. He never joined me. I turned around once; he was several rows back. He avoided my eyes. I didn’t see him when he got off. I would have liked to get together again in a more tender way but it was not to be.

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I’m Robert. Don’t like Bob or Bobby or Rob or Robby. I’m nineteen. I left the farm in Iowa four months ago. I know I left ‘ol Daddy in trouble as I am the only help he got. I just couldn’t hack it. Look, I’m pretty strong but I’m a little on the slim side, Dad is six feet three, a monster of strength. The short story is that he abused me—not sexually but physically. He’s been crazy since Mom died. I just couldn’t take it anymore and snuck out at night with only a change of clothes and fifty bucks I had saved.

I’m in California the last few days. Very nice, warm too. In fact I’m a little overdressed for the ninety degrees outside. I’m proud that I stayed only one night in a motel. I save my money and sleep in parks or in cars I find that are not locked.

I discovered something about me and the world. Adults fall in lust over me. I knew I looked pretty good but now I am beginning to see myself in their eyes. Perfect skin, bright blue eyes, deep brown wavy hair and—well I might as well say it, a big cock.

Yesterday I was hitching from Northern California, down the Pacific Coast Highway. A limo, uniformed driver and all stopped next to me. The dark rear window slid down and a woman leaned out. ‘Need a lift kiddo?’ I took her to be around sixty, but well preserved…dressed real expensively.

‘Gee thanks, Mam,’ I said politely, and put my hand on the front passenger door.

‘No, no, boy, come in back with me.’

Why not, I thought. Poor ol’ gal can’t help herself from lusting over me, ‘sides it’s hot out here and cool inside.

Once I was inside, sinking back on the good smelling leather seats, she reached for a cut glass bottle in a tray in front of her. ‘Drink?’

‘Sure.’ Oh fuck, this was some strong stuff. The ol’ gal must have a cast iron stomach.

‘What’s a handsome boy like you on the road all alone?’

‘Jes going from here to there.’

She took my hand in hers, rings cutting in, and asked my name. I tol’ her.

‘Now Robert, I have a great desire to kiss you.’ She pushed a button and a dark window cut off the driver’s view of the back seat.

I gulped. ‘Mam, let me have one more of those cockltails to put me in the mood for cock and tail.’

She laughed. Looked pretty good when she laughed. Pretty teeth. I kissed her. Good kisser. She leaned down onto my lap and opened by pants zipper with great skill. Musta done it before. My now hard monster leapt out.

‘Oh my God!’ she exclaimed and proceeded to slurp it into her mouth. Now I’ve fucked girls, and I’ve been sucked by man, woman and, er, even beast (I can tell you right here I’ve never sucked or been fucked). I know a good suck from a bad one. She was pretty good–maybe a six. I hadn’t creamed for two days so I gave her quite a load. I came quickly ’cause I didn’t think of this little suck as something to make last. Just get off and then get out.

She leaned back in her seat, her little tongue licking her lips.

‘Absolutely delicious. What do you eat that makes your sperm taste so good?’

I told her plenty of milk each day, no meat and lotsa fruits. (I laughed to myself at the last one.)

She stroked my whiskerless cheek. ‘You’re a beauty Robert, would you like to come home with me?’

‘Thank you very much Mam, but ought to get on my way. Say, you been real nice to me, do you think you could lend me some dough and be sure to give me your address so I can mail it back to you when I get a job.’

She opened her designer purse, exacted some bills and stuffed them into my hand. ‘You got innocent eyes but you are bad, but in a nice way.’

Once the car left I checked the bills. I almost fell over. There were two fifties and some tens. She just reached in and didn’t even know how much she gave me. I was really in the money. I patted my crotch saying out aloud, ‘You did real good today.’

That night I treated myself to a motel room, washed my clothes and took a long hot bath, taking special care to wash lil’ Robert, cleaning out every fold inside the cover. I had to stop that ’cause he was getting hisself excited and there no money in doin’ it alone, but it is nice.

Next day was Saturday. I slept until eleven. The sun was streaming in the window. It’s goin’ be a hot one. A nice day for a cool movie. The little local paper in the room listed a rerun movie house right near the motel. I didn’t have to check out, I had paid cash last night.

It was a hot walk, about six blocks to the little movie house. I stood outside and looked over the stills pasted outside. Suddenly I felt someone near me. It was a great, wide, muscular guy, maybe thirty, cropped blond hair and one tattoo on his bulging arm muscle. His presence was so powerfully sexual that I felt a beating of air on my face.

He spoke in a deep rough voice that made me shiver. ‘Thinking of goin’ in?

I thought fast. He seemed to be taken with me. He had a great face, almost baby-like, button nose, wide thin lips framing his very white, very big teeth. He smiled, looking like a little boy.

In fact his smile made me dizzy, it was so powerful. With a slightly hoarse voice I said, ‘I’m a little short. I guess I’ll skip the movie.’

‘No, no friend, I’ll stake you. ‘Cepting I expect you to hang out with me inside.’

Well, I would follow him anywhere, partly to keep smellin’ that manly odor of fresh sweat and faint b.o. and to gaze at his powerful body. The few dollars for admission wasn’t much of a hustle but ‘lil Robert said yes as I said ‘Okay.’

Once inside I thanked him and started to enter the auditorium. He grabbed my arm with his ham hands and pulled me over to the refreshment stand.

There was a very handsome latino kid there. ‘Hey Julio,’ said my big guy, give me the key to the off duty room.’

Julio gave a blinding smile. Gee he really was cute, for a guy. Walt, that was his name, continued to pull me along and up the stairs to a door.

He opened it, dragged me in, locked the door and stood in front of me.

Tell the truth, I sort of liked his pushing me around. I didn’t have to think and I was beginning to trust him and secretly hoped we could get it on so I could see him stuff.

‘Name?’

‘Robert,’ I said and smiled friendly like at him but he kept his face kinda stern. Then with one gesture he pulled my tee shirt over my head. He stared at my chest, licking his lips. Then he passed his big warm hand over my right pec. This made me grunt in surprise.

‘You got one perfect chest. No hair, pure pink white and tender. I knew when I saw you in front that you were a hot twink who needed to take orders. Here’s my first order: take off your pants and lean over that table.’

Almost like a zombie I did what he asked. I had no underwear on, it only makes for more to wash. I was naked, my big cock looking a bit small and scared.

I leaned over the table but I turned my head back to see him removing his pants. ‘Look I hope your not thinking of…..fucking me. I never have, never will, never want that.’ I started to get up but his hand on the middle of my back effectively held me down. Then I let out a long ‘0-0-0’

sound as I felt his hand stroking my ass and slipping into my crack to tickle my ass hole.

‘This must be the most handsome ass in the United States. Perfect, not even a birthmark. You got such good ass muscles that I can see right into your crack to your anis.’

He leaned forward and then I felt an electric shock as his slippery tongue began to lick my asshole. I began moaning like a bitch, it was so good.

‘You like that boy, I knew you were into your ass but didn’t know it. Wait til you feel my cock sliding in. I have the perfect cock for a first timer, long to reach and thin so if won’t cause pain. I promise you will have a happy ending.’

Now he slipped his tongue into my ass and was fucking me with it, like a small cock. I realized I was really being fucked and I had lost the game already. Now the head of his cock was knocking at my rear door.

‘Open up baby boy. You know your aching for my dick to slide in.’

I tighened my ass hole, fighting him. Suddenly he gave my right ass check a stinging slap. I opened up. He slid in. I howled with pain. ‘Stop it Daddy.’ I said without realizing it. He laughed. He liked that.

The pain began to ease up as my canal stretched. Now he was moving in and out and he was passing over my boy G spot. I began moving to meet his strokes. He was laughing with pleasure at my surrender.

Just than the door knob rattled. ‘Who’s that?’ Walt called out.

‘It’s Julio. Can I join the party?’

‘Yeah sure.’ He whispered in my ear ‘He’s real hot. You’ll enjoy him.’

Julio came in rubbing his bulge, his eyes shining. He dropped his shorts and slipped off his shirt. He was great looking, pretty tan, nice swimmer’s muscles and a long slim cock just beginning to rise to the occasion. His deep lavender ball sack hung long between his legs. He came close, took his cock in his hand and wiped across my mouth. I opened my lips like a good boy. He slid in right up to his pubes. They smelled so good, like Irish Spring mixed with a spicy man’s odor. His cock was going further into my throat. I never thought I would ever suck but I was suck crazy now, stroking and squeezing him with my throat muscles. He was babbling in Spanish and calling on all the saints he knew. Meanwhile Walt behind me was moaning loudly. ‘I near coming boy. Are you ready to take my hot soup?’

My mouth was full but I spoke in a muffled voice. ‘Yes, yes, cum in me.’

A moment later he fell over my back as his cum made him weak. I felt my insides being pelted with not slimy cum. My knees began to feel weak. I hung onto Julios 30′ waist and around his elegant ass cheeks. He began crooning and speaking unintelligently. Suddenly he froze and delivered buckets of cum into my sucking mouth. Whore boy that I had become, I swallowed it all.

The three of us disengaged and slid to the floor. We were really spent.

Finally Walt said to me, ‘Get dressed and take a seat last row under the balcony and wait for me, I have some fucking business with Julio’s ass.’

Julio sat up. That got him energized. He took the place I had been at at the table and he was already breathing hard and wiggling his ass. I got dressed and left them. I found the seat Walt had suggested, sat down and was asleep in a moment. I’m not sure how long, but Walt was sitting next to me and as I awoke he pressed his hot lips on mine. He spoke into the kiss, ‘I know you didn’t come. I’m going to fix that now.’

He slid down between my legs, pulled my shorts down and began a slow suckling. It was fabulous. I hung at that stage just before orgasm but not over it. Finally I couldn’t stand it any more and Walt sensed it. He began more serious sucking and I slipped into orbit. If you asked me where I was or my name I couldn’t answer. This was my usual cum, I became half out of it, my cock running the show. Six hard spurts landed in Walt’s slurping mouth and he swallowed it all. ‘You really cum boy, but I loved all of it.’

I was really knocked out and when he sat back up, I rested my head on his big chest. He heard me mumble something. ‘What’s that you said?’

I answered softly, ‘You can call me Bobby if you want.’

He patted my head as if I was a pet dog. ‘Good boy.’

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I have been reading gay porno for years and I don’t believe these encounters were as the author has written. No, they were idealized and heightened to make you breath harder. For instance, every guy is cute.

Now you know you have had sex with some not so cute guys and it was excellent. Every guy has a seven and a half inch cock….baloney. Small cocks are OK also. Why do they always have a smooth chest and a six pack. A little softer build can feel nice against you and gray and brown eyes are excellent too. Why do they cum a thermos full? Most real life cums are about a table spoon….and they always taste delicious. What about those cums which sting and seem to last in your mouth for hours. I am sure it is not the food…it’s his nasty nature.

In any event, what follows are some short reports of adventures I have had. I bet some will seem familiar to you and that you have had similar disasters as well.

I pretend to be drunk: I was at the baths, some years back. I was sitting in the hall way on a chair, half asleep. I still hadn’t made a connection. Let me describe myself. I was twenty at the time. 5′ 11′

average in equipment, 6-l/4′, smallish balls. I am slightly muscular and quite hairy on my chest, a little on my back. My hair is light brown, a little balding, my eyes are blue/gray. I won’t describe myself again because I am in every short vignette. Anyway I felt a hand on my shoulder. ‘Are you OK?’ asked a warm nice voice. I looked up. He was tall, maybe 6′ 6′ with unruly blue black hair. His face was a bit overly lean with a sharp nose but his body was excellent, strongly muscled, narrow waist…really nice smooth pink white skin. I mumbled something.

He asked: ‘Had too much to drink guy?’ That gave me the idea to go along with the charade. I nodded. ‘Are you horney?’ he asked, his voice shaking. I realized he was thrilled by my appearing out of it. ‘:What do you like to do?’ I asked drunkenly ‘I want to fuck someone.’ He put his strong arm around my shoulders (it felt fabulous) and lifted me off the chair and guided me toward his cubical. I walked and stumbled. He took advantage and put his arm around my waist and leaned in the kiss my neck. I was developing a very hard dick under my towel. We entered his roomette and stood near the bed. He reverently removed my towel and took his off as well. He had a long thin curving dick. We began kissing and rubbing against each other. We were huffing and puffing loudly.

Suddenly I felt a torrent of wet cum against my belly and it was my friend but a moment later I joined him in a groaning climax. We sank unto the bed. ‘Well,’ I said ,’ I guess we won’t be fucking now’ He backed up. ‘You’re not drunk, you faker!’ I blushed. ‘I’ll stop by later.’ We always say that but we never do come back.

Ballet Dancer: Not all the stories take place in the baths but this one did too. There is or used to be a baths in New York City which has a sun roof. I was up there, wrapped in a towel. There was only one chair available. I put my leg up on the arm and lit a cigarette. A moment later a guy came and sat on the chair. He reached up my towel and began stroking my cock. ‘You got a room?’ I told him a did. ‘Let’s go.’ I don’t know why he didn’t turn me on. Some chemistry was wrong. He was certainly attractive…maybe twenty…hard body from dancing I think. He had dyed blond hair which looked wrong with his dark five o’clock shadow.

We went down. We both lay on the bed and removed our towels. I made no move, I wanted to see how this developed. ‘You don’t seem interested.

I’m going,’ he said. ‘No wait.’ I said and turned toward him, he had been on our backs. I felt his hard pecks and stroked his nipple. ‘Look man,’ he said ‘You seemed very uninterested and now you are all over me.’

So saying, he got up, refastened his towel and headed out. I looked down. I didn’t even have a slight woody. He was right and I’m sure he noticed it. A guy as good looking as he was was not used to semi rejection. Not to worry, I had others that night.

The Kid: I never look for young kids for sex. I am much more interested in guys my own age but one day I went to a house wares store and went into the booth there. There was a rather large hole into the other booth. In a few minutes someone entered. I took a look. It was a kid of maybe twelve. He began jerking off. I looked through the hold. I was getting really turned on, partly from the forbidden. I put two fingers through the hole and he learned into them and rubbed his baby cheek against my fingers. I was enchanted by the gesture and absolute putty.

‘Psst. I know a place next door. Follow me.’ Once outside we walked together. He was tall for his age. Nicely built but his face was rather vacant like he was the product of too many incests. I ought to mention that he had fat sizable cock for his age, cut and dripping. No hair whatsoever so it looked even bigger. We both entered this other store.

‘Follow me in a minute or two,’ he warmed me in his flutety, no yet completed changed also alto voice. My legs were shaking in lust and fear. I looked for the rest room and entered. He was at the urinal. I joined him. He grabbed my cock and began softly stroking me. I let out a cry and shot a large wad which he just avoided and then several other shots. He laughed ‘Mister, you sure shoot fast. Is that your onliest cum?’ he asked. I told him it was and hurried out. I was still shaking when I got to my car.

The Chinese Kid: I walked down the hall on the baths. Ahead there was a partially open door. Stretched out on the bed was an Asian kid, naked, his plum cock over his flat belly, his large ball sack lying between his thighs. I entered slowly. He flinched a bit as I neared the bed. ‘May I stroke you?’ I asked, my voice quavering. ‘No Engliss.’ He said.

His body was beautiful, thin, his legs full and slightly mus celled. A little leg hair in glossy black decorated his shins, otherwise the only hair was at his crotch. It was wiry and black and stood out from his body. He had the same kind of hair in quantity under his arms. I sat on the bed. He seemed nervous that I was going to hurt him. I smiled.

‘Very nice.’ as I gently stroked his penis. With my other hand I brush his pink nipples and stroked his pink tan chest. He moaned and said ‘No, No’. I wasn’t sure what this was all about. I began stroking his cock a little firmer and a little faster. His hip lifted off the bed and he made pitiful sounds as he began spewing white cum over his flat belly.

‘Oh, I sorry.’ I told him I was sorry too and I wish he had warned me as we could have had more fun. I got up to leave. He was totally uninterested in my needs. He gestured to close the door as I left.

The Tiny Cock: I went to the men’s room in this straight porno theater.

I stood at the urinal and peed. Before I finished a rather nice looking kid came in. He was tall, looked like a high school footballer. He opened his pants but obscured his penis with his hand. He kept looking over at me. Finally I turned toward him. He leaned in to look. ‘It’s beautiful…and big,’ he said reverently. ‘Let’s see yours.’ He seemed reluctant. Finally I pushed his hand away. At first I thought he didn’t have one, then I saw that it was very tiny, like my ten years old cousin.

I pulled it out as far as I could. ‘It’s too small I don’t think you’d be interested.’ I told him it was nicely shaped and kinda cute. I began stroking him. He was breathing like race horse. I think it was a novelty for someone to be interested. His cock got longer, maybe four inches. It was not only short but very thin. His began making fucking motions with his hips. I held on and with a loud moan he emptied into the back of the urinal. He made a large offering, I’ll give him that.

He was really embarrassed and hurried out. I think I did a good deed that day.

The Beautiful Guy: At the gym I went to the steam room after my workout.

There was a kid sitting on his towel, therefore naked. I took my towel off as well, figuring this was the uniform of the day. He looked at me and gave his cock a lift and shake. I began to realize that he was a great looking guy. Pale white skin, flawless, his blue/black unruly hair spilling over his ears and forehead. He must be a workout freak as every muscle that could be worked on was. Think Statue of David. And his cock, cut, smooth and hard, a gentle curve up towards his belly. ‘Do you such?’ he asked unceremoniously. I hate that kind of demeaning question but I got over my distaste as I crossed the room and sank to my knees. I licked his cock. ‘Good boy!’ he said and patted my head. His cock was just excellent, very exciting in my mouth but I began to dislike its owner as he started giving orders: ‘Lick the tip, flick your tongue, lick my balls, tickled the back of them, let me get into your throat, stop holding back. If you want my cream you have to work for it.’ And etc. I licked and sucked, trying to get him off fast so I wouldn’t hear anymore instructions.

I tried petting his ass hole but he pulled my hand away sharply. He did the same when I tried to flick his nipples. ‘Keep your hand away. Don’t touch anything above the waist,’ He ordered. Suddenly he stood up, I followed by moving to the first step of tile. He grabbed the sides of my face and began heavy fucking. My cheeks hurt from his pressure.

Suddenly he shouted, ‘Eat it faggot.’ And he unloaded in my throat. I have to say that he tasted pretty good. Finally he finished, sat back on the bench. ‘OK you can go. I want a little more steamer…alone.’ I asked him if he liked the blow job. I shouldn’t have. ‘It was OK but you need practice.’ I pointed to my hard cock. ‘What about this? You want to help out?’ He said ‘Tell you what. You don’t have to leave now.

Go into that corner and jerk off but face the wall. I don’t want to see it.’ I didn’t follow that instruction. I only hoped that he has to beg for sex next time.

That’s the end. Hope you recognize some of these situations Thanks to those who wrote me and like my many storied. Hope you get off pleasantly and often.

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I have two pets in my 21 year old life – my dog Henry and my penis.

Henry is clever and does several dog tricks like barking on command and rolling over and three more. My penis basically only has two tricks: sitting up and spitting.

All the above was true of life until this afternoon. I have my own apartment near my job at Wilington National Bank. Today is Sunday. Sunday afternoon is my slow wank day. No need to rush. I put on a tape and kept the remote handy so I could ff through the boring parts. I was already stiff and hard even as the screen lit up. Ah, my favorite part where the kid is forced to suck the masked guy who broke into his apartment. He doesn’t fight too hard. The tough guy gets a little out of character as he moans like a bitch. I love trying to find the moment just before he cums.

There’s no acting there, it’s real.

There is one more part in this flick. The pizza delivery kid gets fucked.

No one pays attention to the pie and I wish I could have a bite of that pie and a bite on that super long, thin, lolly pop topped prick. The cute scruffy pizza boy was really sucking and young guy’s eyes are rolling and his lips are puffed out in passion. His chest is blushing. This is the moment. Suddenly my penis began vibrating and leaping around. It felt fabulous but scary and new. I found that I had muscles I never knew about that could flip it in any directions, and the vibration could be put on or turned off. I gasped about this time and spew the largest load of cum I think I ever did. I let out such a howl that Henry, the dog, lifted his head from between his paws for a moment, but then suck down in boredom.

I thought about this phenomenon. Yes, it had provided a fabulous experience, but it was a little worrisome. Could I be developing some exotic malady? Could it be the precursor to an operation. ‘Sorry Son, you need a penilectomy.’ Oh no, anything but that. Okay, no fucking around for the rest of the day and tomorrow, Monday, I’ll make a date with young doctor Max.

I met Max through the bank. They send all new employees for a physical.

Max, with his new degree had to take the low pay associated with routine corporate hires. I knew immediately when I met Max that he was gay. He was born in Germany and still had a charming Rhineland accent. I could almost imagine a monocle clenched in his eye as he regarding me with the smile of an prison guard. He was imperially slim and tall. ‘Remove your clothes and put on this robe,’ he said expecting no argument, nor would I hazzard one.

Once in the examining room he performed the usual look into the ears, listening to my heart and then the fun began. ‘Your testicles are in good shape,’ he said, hefting them as if to weigh them. ‘Do you masturbate?’

Yipes, did he really have to know that? I told him that I do and added, ‘Not often.’ That did not get him off the subject. He asked how often.

Finally I had to profess that I did it as often as I could. ‘Yah. Show me how you masturbate.’ He delivered that in a firm voice, but I managed to assert myself by saying weakly, ‘Here?’

‘Yah.’ he said impatiently.

I found it hard to do in front of him because in fact I wasn’t hard.

‘Phish,’ he said, ‘I’ll do it for you.’ He had warm smooth fingers that were overeducated in wanking science. In a short time I was moaning and leaping about so vigorously that he had difficulty in catching my thick ejaculate in his jar.

‘Very nice boy.’ He insisted on playing the part of an old guy although he was only a few years older than me.

‘Eh, Doctor,’

‘You want to say something?’

‘Do you want me to reciprocate.’

He laughed Teutonically and patted my cheek. ‘Perhaps another time.’

So you see Max was the perfect medico to bring my problem before. And on Monday evening I was in his waiting room. A young guy emerged into the waiting room, grabbed his coat and avoided my eyes. I guess Max had just done one of his Rhineland physicals and the kid was exhausted and was likely heading outside for a post-jerk cigarette.

‘Come in Randy,’ he said, his voice dripping with wet suggestiveness.

I felt I was putting myself in his hands and my usual strong mind slipped down to age four. He pushed me onto the table and ordered that I slip off my shoes and trousers. I kicked off my slides and dropped my shorts. I was prepared for the doctor by omitting underwear. His eyes glowed. ‘You had a penis problem?’

‘I’m not sure it is a problem yet, but the last time I relieved myself…’

‘So quaint, ‘relieved yourself’, you mean you wanked off, no?’

‘Well yes.’ While he remonstrated with me over my stilted reference to masturbation, he studied and fingered the organ in question, which responded immediately to the stimulation, remembering, perhaps it’s past excellent experience with the doctor’s hand.

I told him about the two new effects, that I could achieve. His eyes opened widely and he licked his lips. I hadn’t noticed before that he had pale blue eyes and thick blond eyebrows…..ex cellent tips and tongue too.

He sat back on his rolling stool and absorbed my relating of the symptoms.

‘Perhaps you might demonstrate this to me.’

‘I guess I can.’ My dick lay on his palm. I concentrated and it began to pulsate with an operatic vibrato.’

‘Ach, this is very interesting….and stimulating alzo. Now show me the other movements you described earlier. ‘ I willed my member to go left, then right, then rapidly up and down. He dropped my dick and stood up. He unbuttoned his lap robe. He was naked underneath. ‘Haf you ever focked a male person?’

‘Fucked. Yes, a few times.’

‘You must immediately fock me as a clinical trial.’ He was panting. ‘Like zo.’ He put his head in his arms and leaned over the table with his elegant ass in the air. He was really a very attractive guy. His slim arms were muscled and his straight backbone led right to his valley.

I liked this kind of examination. I removed the rest of my clothes and settled myself against his warm back. He had greased himself slightly so with both wiggling, I slipped in effortlessly into his well used tunnel, It felt s-o-o o good to me. As to Max, he was cooing in pleasure. ‘Very nice prong,’ he said, ‘Excellent. Now produce the vibrato.’

I concentrated and then it began. This was a great fuck. The tremolo made me moan with pleasure, but this was nothing to the way it affected Max. He was babbling with mindless sexual feelings and then when I began to shift my driving gears so that my prick leaped in different directions he actually screamed a few times. I hoped no one was in the waiting room for it they were, they would run from this office of torture.

Finally I felt Max’s asshole tighten and his screams became loud grunts as he splashed Rhineland milk over his examining table. My thighs tightened up and in a moment I was shaking all over and warming his Prussian insides with heavy, hot cvream.

We both were panting wildly. At last Max said, ‘You are one hot fucker.’

I appreciated the scientific evaluation.

‘Max, you are a hot guy. I’d top you anytime.’

Max slipped on his lab coat, his still hard cock sticking out ludicrously through the front. ‘I think we should arrange for a meeting with leading sexologists. Do I haf your permission to arrange for this?’

‘In a word, no. I’m not going to put on a sex performance for a bunch of old bastards.’

He regarded me calmly. ‘You will be paid handsomely.’

Now this was a fuck of a different color. ‘How handsomely?’

‘Oh, about a thousand per demonstration.’

‘We-e-e-l-l, I’m have to think about it…..that’s enough, okay.’

A week later I was sitting on a chair on a lecture platform wearing a short examination robe, my legs exposed and part of my ass. These things sure are not for modesty. But who am I, one who is about to jerk off in front of ten men, worrying about modesty. I am a jerk off whore. And thinking about jerking off, I hadn’t done it since that cum in Max’s office, per my instructions. I was horny, even with the oldsters looking at me.

Max was droning on, informing the professors of my ability. He made it seem very unsexy. Finally he turned to me and spoke in a loud voice. I jumped. ‘You must now produce an erection before we proceed.’ Now this was unexpected. I am not a porno star and even they have fluffers. I looked at Max worriedly. ‘Stimulate yourself Mr.E.’ He was using a nom de fuck for me to protect the innocent.’ I tried, but as sexually denied as I was, I still couldn’t get a spark going.

A tall gentlemen with a billy goat beard stood up from the assembled scientists. ‘Doctor, you ought to use digital manipulation.’

‘I?’ said Max as if this was unheard of for him to sully his hand with a male appendage. Then he brightened. ‘Perhaps a volunteer from the group?’

Before you could say cock and balls they lined up and each passed me and stroked me for a moment. By the time the line had passed and they were smelling their fingers happily my prick was at full erection.

Max turned on the cameras. He attached electrodes to the base of my penis.

He set up a measurement device that would measure the variations in the position of my cock. This was all a bit off putting but I managed to stay hard mostly aided by the avid looks on the docs in the audience.

‘Now,’ Max said, ‘I begin to stroke. Now stop. Now vibrate. ‘ It was happening. The electronic equipment registered the amplitude. I forgot about being observed. This felt good, especially after being a temporary wank virgin for a week.

Max pointed out that my face was flushed and that this vibrating cock brought about ejaculation much quicker. No one thought to ask how he knew this. ‘Now Mr. E, begin your controlled directional maneuvers. I did my act. The audience gasped in amazement. Max patted me on the shoulder and thanked me. ‘You may put your robe back.’ I stared at him dumbfounded.

‘You can’t leave me high and dry like this.’

One of the younger docs called out. ‘Not dry, dear boy. You are dripping charmingly. If you would retired to the ante room I may be able to aid you.’

Max didn’t like this. ‘I always stay with my patient.’

He cleared his throat and thanked the group. They filed out, all but the younger doc. I looked him over. Very nice indeed. He was a wiry, hairy, muscular guy. His strong body and features were a real turn on. I couldn’t imagine him as a bottom, but you never know.

Max took my hand and led me into the back room. Dark doc followed. Max looked annoyed but I told him that I was so wrought up that I need two to tango.

In the back, to my surprise was a large bed. The hairy guy told me to lay in the bed and lift my legs and hold them with my arms. Incidentally his name was Tony. ‘Listen Tony, are you thinking of fucking me? I don’t do that. You can suck, I can fuck, you can stroke but that’s it.’

I had a lot to learn. Max grabbed my feet and parted them. I immediately felt cool air hitting my ass hole which immediately retracted into a closed ring. Tony laughed and got undressed. What a hot body, swirling hair decorated his chest and belly and his thick cock was already rampant and dripping. He stepped between my legs and put his cock head at my entrance.

There practically no hole open for him. He nodded at Max. Max began delicately stroking my cock with one hand and tickling my balls with the other. This was my own special technique, the bastard seemed to know it.

My ass opened and Tony moved forward until the head of his cock was inside.

I was huffing and puffing with fear and maybe excitement.

Then Max stopped his manipulations and came around to my head. He pressed his gorgeous lips on mine. They felt scalding and then his strong tongue began a saber dance against mine. I kissed back hungrily. Tony pushed further and in a moment his hairy pubes were pressed against mine. ‘Okay I surrender. Get your baloney in motion,’ I pleaded.

Tony laughed and began a delicious slow fuck, almost out and then deep.

How well I knew that, I had done it to my submissives. Max whispered in my ear, ‘Vibrate boy, now.’ I tried but nothing happened. Meanwhile Tony was having fun, crooning away, his eyes rolling. Max grabbed my cheeks in a hard grip. ‘Move your organ around in all directions.’ No go, no way. My talent seemed to evaporate but Tony didn’t seem to mind.

Max shrugged his shoulders. ‘Just get this over with.’

At that moment Tony froze and called out that he was cumming. His cock shook and pulsated as he delivered and that got me going as well. I drenched my chest and belly with a week’s worth.

Tony got out of the saddle, wiped himself from the tissue dispenser and vanished from the room. Max handed me my check. He left also.

How fleeting is fame.

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July 18th, 2002 – Afternoon, Our House

My damn leg is still broken, mending, still in a cast. My pain medicine has kicked in, I know because the room seems far away, and that’s all good but… my leg still throbs, it still hurts.

My husband Greg makes me sit on the couch, leg propped up on a pillow on the coffee table, so he can extend to me his wonderful method of pain control.

My man has superb oral skills… he is, talented. So, I just get to lie back–on the couch–mummy leg on the coffee table, and Greg is kneeling in between my legs in front of the couch. He takes my hips, pulls me forward, just a little bit and I am so glad I am wearing sweats.

The sweats slip down and I receive the slowest, deepest, most decadent blow job with the added bonus of talented fingers that was ever given. And I cum eyeball popping hard and there’s no throb in my leg, no pain, just this blissful ocean I’m floating on.

My guy has his arms wrapped around my waist. I’m kissing his neck, his lips, and I can taste myself…how I love him and this circle of rainforest we’re in, wet and warm, ferns uncurled into each other. My throb is in a different place now; deeper inside of me than anatomy should allow.

I had just came, black and white spots dancing in front of my eyes, my guy has his arms wrapped around my stomach, and I’m kissing his head, which is shaved and sweaty from working so nicely and hard on the most magnificent blow job a boy ever did get.

Greg tastes dark and crisp, like some sort of fresh winter snow on a pine bough that you just grabbed a handful of and ate. I can’t talk, all I can do is hold onto him while he’s holding onto me. My heart is beating loud, partly because of the orgasm combined with the pain meds and just the stress of the day.

We start kissing. I taste myself and that’s very erotic to have his tongue curled around mine, and our tongues, our mouths are hot, and that inside mouth smell is wet and dark, and bitter and sweet, and it’s us mixed together. Even though I’m doped to the gills, and just had one of the most wonderful, comfortable, agonizing orgasms, I’m already starting to get hard again, because Greg kisses like he lives life as if life is ending.

This next part is fun, and just another thing to put in the ‘why do I love my husband’ category. Because I’m a big guy 6′ 1′, I’m a little skinny right now sitting at 163, we’re kissing, and suddenly I’m lifted, my bare ass leaving that wonderful leather couch and Greg has pulled me up, arms wrapped around my middle, he’s pulled me to him, and we never break the kiss. What makes my head float away and my balls almost pop, is that my feet aren’t touching the ground, and he can hold me up like that; my arms around his neck, his around my waist and we’re kissing to beat the devil.

Greg must have eyes in the back of his head, because we start the slow kiss, holding shuffle to our bedroom.

Now, if I didn’t have this cast on my leg, we would have just ended up on the bar in the kitchen, or the wall that separates the kitchen and the living room, or the hall, or the floor or well just about anywhere, because I had fully recovered from my earlier pain treatment, and I was fever for him. I could feel all of the muscles working in his shoulders and his neck his arms squeezing me to him and his hard cock trying to burrow through the bone in my hip, and mine making a similar impression in his stomach. This is Greg.

When we’re like this it’s only the two of us, nobody before has ever existed and they never will. He kisses, he holds, he sucks everything else into oblivion, and it’s just me and him standing. My feet aren’t touching the floor and he can hold me up for hours like this. I kissed, licked, and bit the wonderful snake/bird tattoo on his shoulders, and we are still walking backwards.

We are in the entry to the bedroom and I use that opportunity to lift myself up even higher by bracing my hands on the door frame. Greg and I have danced so long together like this that he knows instinctively what to do, what I want, and he gives me this little heave, it seems so easy for him. Sometimes I forget how strong he is. And instead of his arms around my middle, his hands and arms are holding me up and to him under my ass, which means I can angle my head more, our kisses can go deeper, and Greg can continue what he was doing with his talented fingers when I was on the couch.

We’re dancing this wild, soft, slow, inside/outside dance. Our mouths are connected and he’s nibbling on my tongue, lavishing it. I’m gripping his head, massaging his smooth scalp, our hearts are close enough that they can feel the other beating, and I’m in the air, and being danced with inside and outside, because he is inside and outside of me, his large middle finger dancing inside of my ass, and we shuffle back.

Usually we would hit the bed like two people fighting or boxing, tumbling and wrestling, amazing rough and sweet, but even though I’m beyond all reason right now, and wouldn’t care if you hit my broke leg with a hammer as long as we can keep doing what we’re doing right now Greg is aware all to conscious of it, my broken leg and my pain.

I am practically a feather I am set down on the bed so lightly. Greg takes the opportunity of our separated bodies to take off his clothes. He stands in front of the bed, is eyes darker than normal. He doesn’t tan, but he’s got a that German glow, and in this moment he’s reddish because he’s flushed, and his muscles have been working hard to hold me up so they twitch when he’s taking off his clothes. There’s a black tattoo that goes over his shoulders like a cape, which defines just how wonderful strong shoulder muscles can look. He doesn’t have a six pack that pops out. Only when he’s moving and using those muscles, the flex and contraction bring them out, and suddenly I have the muscle memory of the strength in those abs. I love the way his pecs are always defined and cut even in repose.

Greg’s a big guy, just built big, his waist doesn’t narrow all that much, because he’s linebacker built. Just on the inside of his hips that muscle line is dug in deep, that V on his torso like some sculptor went crazy mad with the knife there and decided to give a lot of contrast in line, those lines, his V ends at his cock, which is nodding at me, uncut, dark, and mine.

Now we’re both naked. He covers me and where I was cold, my sweat chilling on my skin and I’m hot again… way to warm, almost feverish because we’ve begun dancing again… outside and inside of me; of us dancing fingers, tongues, cocks, and hearts. We don’t roll and wrestle like normal because the cast is heavy and that would hurt; I just lay back and accept the fact that I am one to be treated tonight.

I feel his fingers withdraw, warmth leaving and the new cooler different warmth entering and I give him, a ‘when do you grab that?’ look and he just growls that deep throat purr thing that he does and bites my lip to take that look off of my face, and it’s on, because his fingers are out and his hands are under the small of my back and I’m lifted up.

I want to pause here to imprint this moment, so I can carry it like a hard, wet, hot suitcase in my stomach the rest of the day, this inside smile that I only have the privilege to feel. My man touches me like this, he leaves impressions, his muscles write signatures on mine, and I’m aching for it, aching for him.

I’m lifted up, we shift and the side of my neck is suck/bitten when he enters me. There’s no pause, no stop, we pass go, and the weight of the cast of my leg is forgotten when he’s inside.

One hand leaves my ass and finds one of my nipple rings. He tugs on it while he’s fucking, and we’re kissing while we’re dancing like this. My cock is getting more than enough stimulation from the dip down and rise up of the strong muscles in his stomach, and we reach the point where Greg really shines. He finds that part of me I never knew was there. That part that’s so hidden it’s this lost ancient city and he’s found it. And he wants all the gold, so he digs through the ruins for it and digs hard and desperate like he needs that gold to live, this is how he’s fucking me.

He’s been doing the lost city pillage thing, thrusting hard and deep, hitting that spot inside of me and every time he hits it, it’s like a concussion grenade went off behind my eyes. And each time my cock jumps it feels like I’m going to cum.

There’s this approaching thunderstorm in our chests, distant thunder that booms, because he’s stirred up a tornado while he’s fucking me. This disturbance in the atmosphere he’s made in me, because the soles of my feet are burning. My balls are tight and hard, and he’s mumbling some Germanic ode to Matt in my ear. And this storm, the wind it blows me down and up, and I can feel the lightening close by.

My skin is goose bumps, my muscles twitch and jump, and with each thrust the storm grows closer and my cock is weeping like a jilted bride. Our bellies are slick with sweat and precum and the rain is just waiting to burst out of the swirling storm. Clouds, thunder lightening, and thrusts and to the deep. Fuck he knows what to do to me. He knows how to swallow me up and push me over edge at the same time. He deep throat purrs my name into my ear, ‘Matthew’ and at the same time it’s this deafening thunder boom because it’s so close, the bolt of lightening frying me and he thrusts deep fast three times says my name again, and I’m undone.

I cum and I cum, and I cum. All the while the rain falls and I am whipped into vertical sheets by the wind, he still pumps, he still goes deep, because he likes to feel my muscles contract around his cock, me cumming, that’s what brings him over the edge.

I say something silly and stupid, and sweet, I don’t even remember what it was, probably just ‘Baby’, and his deep throat purr stops, it’s the silence of the eye of the tornado, and he shoots inside of me. I’m being lifted up into the tornado again, and I’m kissing, hugging, squeezing, and petting him, loving him, getting all I can from him.

As the sun peeks out, and the sheets are wet and my man stops to breathe for the first time, I look into his eyes. They are misty and open wide for me. So I stroke his cheek. He takes my hand and kisses my palm, and he thrusts smaller softer, all the while sucking, biting on my palm as he finishes, and finishes me.