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It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man next door. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future,and nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, ‘Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.’ Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

‘Jack, did you hear me?’

‘Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,’ Jack said.

‘Well, he didn’t forget you, Jack. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,’ Mom told him.

‘I loved that old house he lived in,’ Jack said.

‘You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,’ she said

‘He’s the one who taught me carpentry,’ he said. ‘I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important…Mom, I’ll be there for the funeral,’ Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture….Jack stopped suddenly.

‘What’s wrong, Jack?’ his Mom asked.

‘The box is gone,’ he said

‘What box?’ Mom asked.

‘There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,” Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

‘Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,’ Jack said. ‘I better get some sleep. I have an early fligh home, Mom.’

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. ‘Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,’ the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. ‘Mr. Harold Belser, it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.

‘Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.’

A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

‘Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.’

‘The thing he valued most was…my time’

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.

‘Why?’ Janet, his assistant asked.

‘I need some time to spend with my son,’ he said.

‘Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!’

‘Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.’

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Dr. Emory glowered silently at me all the next day while we were excavating around the tomb entrance at our ancient Egyptian burial site on the banks of the upper Nile in Sudan. And his precious young assistant, Clint Winston, couldn’t seem to look at me at all. No doubt Clint had gone straight to the archaeological team head and had revealed that I had taken him repeatedly on the altar of the nearby Subl Temple the previous night, just as he had wanted me to do, and that we both then had been assaulted quite pleasantly, I might add by the youths of the local Mitsagusi tribe. It would have been a miracle if Emory hadn’t heard the frenzied drums of the tribe as both Clint and I were being delightfully ravished not for the first time by this group of very capable Sudanese lads.

I knew Emory couldn’t maintain control of himself for very long, that he was bound to explode in his famous wrath against any of his archaeology assistants who went off the beaten path during a dig. But even though I would very much regret being sent home, I would not trade the wonderful fuck fests I’d had with the Mitsagusi tribe’s Bull and my fellow excavators, the Egyptian Mustafa and the young blond beauty, Clint.

The expected explosion came as we were finishing up dinner on camp stools under the stars that evening.

‘Mr. Lafleur,’ Dr. Emory addressed me through clinched teeth. ‘I wish to see you in my tent at nine this evening. I trust that you can clear the schedule of your night’s activities to consult with me.’

Ignoring his innuendo, I told him that I certainly would attend to him at the appointed hour. I used the time between dinner and our meeting to begin packing. It didn’t take a genius to read Dr. Emory’s intentions. The old stuffed shirt was going to expel me from the excavation team regretfully just when we were about ready to open the tomb.

When I had dressed in my cleanest khaki bush shorts and shirt, I stoically left my tent and walked slowly across the small compound to Dr. Emory’s tent. I had hoped that either Mustafa or Clint would be in the common area to show support for my last walk, but the compound seemed deserted. When I announced myself at Emory’s tent opening at nine and received permission to push the gauzy door curtain and come inside, I practically dropped my teeth.

Dr. Emory was sitting in a twig chair, in a dressing gown, which was open and folded back on each side. Other than the dressing gown, he was completely naked. He was in great shape for a sixty-year-old man, which could be expected from the rough, Spartan life he led on desert archaeological missions. He was lean and sinewy and leathery from decades in the beating sun, with good muscle structure and not an ounce of fat. The hair on his head was still a brownish red, with just a bit of graying at the temples. But his body hair, of which there was an abundance, was almost completely gray.

I would remark on his male equipment, something that was always a problematical topic for a sixty year old, but I couldn’t see it. His prick was buried between the lips of his precious young blond assistant, Clint, who was completely naked and kneeling before his mentor, his face buried in Emory’s lap and his head bobbing up and down rather vigorously. One of his hands was between Emory’s legs, and I guessed that he was rolling and pulling on the old man’s balls. Emory was holding the back of Clint’s head in one of his strong hands, ensuring that Clint’s face remained in his lap, servicing him.

But this wasn’t my only shock. My Egyptian lover, Mustafa, was standing behind Emory’s chair. He was wearing a white caftan that was completely open in front, revealing his beautiful, lithe, brown body, and his dick was being held to Dr. Emory’s cheek by the good doctor’s free hand. He was stroking his cheek with Mustafa’s hard cock. Mustafa’s eyes were slitted in obvious desire as he watched me walk into the tent, and he was running his moist tongue around his lips. He had an arm draped across Dr. Emory’s shoulder, with his hand buried beneath the fold of Emory’s dressing gown on his chest, no doubt doing some nipple play on the professor.

‘Ah, Mr. Lafleur has arrived. Come in closer into the candlelight, son.’

I dumbly stumbled to the center of the tent.

‘But, professor…Your reputation for this sort of thing…’ I stammered.

‘I cultivate my reputation quite assiduously, Mr. Lafleur. It keeps the investors happy, and I’ve never had one of my specially chosen assistants complain. All of my students seem to enjoy the extra tutoring.’

‘But I thought…I thought I was going to be sent away.’

‘Sent away?’ Emory snorted. ‘Sent away before I’d done you? Think again, son. I was just about to get around to you. Surely you guessed. Look at the assistants at this camp…And do you see a single woman here? I had assumed that you, of all my choices, would have guessed the score here.’

‘Then you aren’t mad at me?’

‘Hell, yes, I’m mad at you. You are in danger of having the whole Sudanese establishment down on our heads, in danger of having us thrown out of this country just when we’re about to open the tomb. You didn’t think I’d heard the drums? You didn’t think I’d come and seen you fucking young Clint here and then the Bull of Mitsagusi fucking you?’

‘I don’t understand,’ I stammered.

‘You desecrated the Mitsagusis’ temple last night by carrying our Clint here up to the altar inside the temple and fucking his brains out. What the Mitsagusi youths did to you was a cleansing ritual, and it was far better than you should have expected. They could have killed you both for what you were doing on their altar. I’m not entirely sure why they didn’t do that.’

‘Oh,’ was all I could say. But I had some inkling why we hadn’t been killed. The leader of the Mitsagusi youths, the one called the Bull because of his extraordinary equipment, had been my secret lover for nearly two months now, ever since he had fucked me as part of their fertility ritual dance. This explained both why he had taken me so brutally on the temple altar and then so lovingly later last night on my own cot. He had to punish me for desecrating his people’s shrine, but he was too smitten with me to give me up.

‘So, what shall we do with you, Mr. Lafleur?’ Emory asked, his statement cutting through my musings. ‘Perhaps while I’m thinking, you would be so kind as to strip down for me right there in the candlelight,’ he continued. As I did so, both he and Mustafa watched my every move. Emory continued to rub Mustafa’s cock against his cheek and occasionally gave its head a kiss. He raised a long, sinewy arm from Clint’s head and reached behind him, within the folds of Mustafa’s caftan. I saw Mustafa twitch and raise up on the balls of his feet, and I very much thought that Emory had found his sweet asshole with a long, sensuous, searching finger.

‘Very nice, Mr. Lafleur,’ Emory said when I had stripped down and stood proudly before him. ‘That’s a very, very nice cock, Mr. Lafleur. I goes very well with the rest of you. I had hoped for this. That’s why I was saving you for last this digging season. Could you stroke your cock for me, Mr. Lafleur? Could you show me what you look like in full service mode, please.’

I did as he asked for several minutes until he commanded, ‘Enough! We mustn’t hurry our pleasure here. Now, Lafleur, could you go over to my cot and lay down on your back, please. And, Clint, this is very invigorating, but could you transfer your soft lips to Mr. Lafleur’s very noble prick, and perhaps Mr. Lafleur could do you the honor as well.’

I went to the bed, and as Clint rose from in front of Emory and moved toward me, I almost gasped in awe. Old Man Emory was still very virile, very hard, and very long. He had what must be an eleven incher between his legs. What a perfect setup he had established here. He picked eager assistants he was sure would love an eleven-inch cock up their ass canals and took them out into the desert and porked them for months, with someone else paying the freight and everyone being the happier for it.

Clint positioned himself on top of me on all fours, his very experienced mouth servicing my cock and balls, while I was doing the same for him at the head of the cot.

‘Loving tableau,’ Emory said. ‘Now, how can we enhance that? I know. Mustafa, my lovely, could you go over and wishbone Mr. Lafleur’s legs and fuck him, please.’

Mustafa was delighted to comply. It was nothing less than what he’d been doing to me nearly nightly for several weeks. I arched my back and gave Clint’s cock a little extra loving, as Mustafa’s cock entered me and slowly plowed up my canal. In no time, he was pumping me in a slow, steady rhythm, which Clint and I were trying to bring into harmony with our mouth work. I enjoyed Clint’s unusual prick. He was quite small when in tumescence but grew significantly in thickness and length as his cock hardened. Having him come to life and change from a timid youth into a raging bull under my attentions was very pleasurable.

Mustafa went off rhythm, pushing back in unexpectedly at a point I thought he was stroking back and he gave a little cry and a grunt. I turned my head and peeked around Clint’s elbow and saw that Mustafa’s caftan was gone and Emory was now right behind Mustafa, his pelvis plastered to Mustafa’s buttocks. Mustafa was arched back, trying to accommodate the long journey of Emory’s cock up his ass channel. Emory had his hands on Mustafa’s chest and his fingers were pinching Mustafa’s nipples. Mustafa’s head was thrown back and Emory was greedily working on Mustafa’s mouth with searching lips.

Emory must have left playing with Mustafa’s chest with one of his hands, because I felt fingers insinuate themselves around the base of my cock, the palm of a large, but thin hand spreading out on my lower belly. The fingers slowly worked their way up from the base of my prick, pushing Clint’s tongue and lips back up to the tip of my cock head. Then, Emory’s hand had full possession of my cock and Clint came back above me on his knees, arching his back and writhing as I vigorously gave him head. With a sharp cry, he jerked his cock out of my mouth and shot out over my stomach.

This was some sort of signal for Emory. ‘Leave us now, Clint and Mustafa. You may watch from the shadows, but I want to see for myself what sort of goods I’ve acquired in Mr. Lafleur now.’

Mustafa pulled out of me, and Clint got off me, and both melted into the shadows, as Emory flipped me on my stomach and started stuffing that surprisingly big, hard sausage of his into my willing hole. I was holding my legs out wide and he had one hand in the small of my back and the other wrapped around the root of his dong, relentlessly screwing his way into me. He was saying far much nicer things about my body and the allure of my asshole than he’d ever said about my work, and I was a little pleased myself at this unexpectedly turn of events. He was entertaining my canal as he plowed into it, giving my prostate extra attention, and rubbing his bulbous cock head along my undulating ass walls. The thought amused me that he was a champion digger and excavator both at the dusting tomb mounds and in my moist and trembling ass.

I gasped and groaned as he closed his legs against mine, pushing my thighs together and tightening up my ass. He arched his sinewy body over my back and his hands slid up to my arm pits, where they swirled around in the hair of my pits, and then traveled around to my pecs and nipples, and, finally slid up my arms. Taking a strong hold of my wrists, he brought his heaving chest down to my shoulder blades. He moved his strong body around on mine, rotating his cock around my ass canal eleven inches into me. I sighed and moaned for him. I was feeling drowsy and would have liked this to go on forever, but he felt his climax coming on and lifted his chest back off me, planted the balls of his feet firmly in the African soil serving as the flooring of the tent, and pumped me in long, vigorous strokes until he came in a flood of semen inside me. The old man still had it in him, and he was giving it all to me. A shudder and a second and then a third spouting, and he was finished.

But he didn’t leave me then. He pushed me back up onto the cot, and, coming up with me, he turned me on my side, my butt encased in his belly. He then signaled to Mustafa, who stretched out on the other side of me and raised my leg so that Emory could continue to give me full advantage of his eleven inches. Mustafa stroked my cock and he and Emory and I kissed until both Emory and I had cum again.

We were quiet there for the longest time, the three of us entwined. When I had sensed that Emory and Mustafa were breathing regularly, I slowly extracted myself from the pile and moved toward the tent opening.

‘Did I say you could leave?’ I heard Emory bellow, as he rose up off the cot with a cat-like move of a man a third his age. ‘Here, Mustafa and Clint. Take his arms and leg.’ And, with that, Emory pushed me down onto my shoulder blades on the African-soil floor of the tent floor and lifted my legs in the air, handing them off to Mustafa, who spread them out wide. Meanwhile, Clint had gotten hold of my wrists and pulled my arms out from my body, immobile. Emory was behind me, crouching over me, and I felt the head of his rejuvenated dick at my asshole. He proceeded to piledrive his cock down into me with long, deep strokes, all the time reminding me who was in charge and how I was to be more circumspect with my sexual activities from there on out and that I could leave his tent when he told me I could. He gave Mustafa a terse invitation, and then the two of them were belly to belly above me, kissing each other deeply, and I had two cocks inside me, working me in counter thrusts like pistons. Clint was crouching over my head now, and the third cock pushed its way into my mouth and pumped into me with frantic thrusts.

It was a good twenty minutes before Emory and team finished me and the good professor gave me permission to hobble out of his virile presence.

Later that night, while I dreamed a pleasant dream of being ravished by a host of cocks, I was awakened by a call of nature. On my way back to my tent, I heard noises coming from Dr. Emory’s tent. There were grunts and groans in a low baritone, resonating voice that sounded quite familiar to me. I stealthily moved over to the doorway of the tent and pulled the gauze curtain back just enough to observe what was going on inside from a dark corner. I was shocked and angry and frustrated.

My proud, magnificent, seven-foot hunk of Sudanese lover, the Bull of the Mitsagusis, who had fucked me for weeks but who almost never had permitted me to touch him intimately and who only once had let me kiss him on the lips, was belly down on a sturdy camp stool in the middle of Dr. Emory’s tent and Emory was vigorously topping him between his enormous, bulbous butt cheeks. Emory was closely covering the black giant’s strong back with his chest and had his hands digging into the Bull’s pecs and nipples, just as he had done to me earlier that evening. And they were kissing, deeply kissing.

I stumbled away from the tent. I was good enough for the Mitsagusi Bull to fuck hard and deep and often, but I wasn’t good enough to be his intimate lover. And Old Man Emory was. No lesson would have better shown me that status and power meant everything even here in the remote upper reaches of the Sudanese Nile.

I blindly thrashed about in the dark, trying to find my tent, but, rather, finding myself at the doorway to Mustafa’s tent, where I had often been visiting at this time of night. I could see the weak light of a couple of candles through the opaque canvass of the tent. I pushed the door curtain aside and lurched into the circle of candlelight.

‘I couldn’t sleep,’ Mustafa said. ‘It’s just too hot tonight. I wanted to be cool.’

He had brought the camp’s brass bathtub into his tent and filled it with cool, soapy water and was lying on his back in the tub, luxuriating in the cool water.

Yes, I thought. Just what I need. Clean water and soap to wash the stench of Africa and my Sudanese lover and my controlling mentor off me.

I ripped off my sleeping shorts and climbed into the tub, and splashed water all over the African soil under the tub. And I turned Mustafa over, bringing him up on all fours. I wrapped my arms around his chest, holding him tight to me, and brutally thrust my cock into his ass and madly fucked him doggy style, cleaning myself of Emory and the Bull. Mustafa grabbed the rim of the brass tub with white knuckles and threw his head back and howled in ecstasy.

‘Yes, yes, yes. You’ve never done it this strong and this deep. Ride me. Ride me strong; ride me deep!’

I was sure that his howls could be heard all over the camp, even in Dr. Emory’s tent. But I didn’t care.

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Tight, hard, and hairless bodies with creamy thighs, resilient flesh on muscles of steel; and flexibility; flexibility is a must. I insist on that; and obedience and total subservience. And I possess them all. I fuck them all, women and men alike. I fuck them all regularly, without showing favor. That’s the only way to keep order. And they stand in line, audition for the privilege of being possessed by me, regularly fucked by me.

Six men flying across the stage, dancing in the audition set to show me what they can do. Three I already possess, are members of my premier troupe. Three others are auditioning for one opening.

One obviously has done his research well, knows what it will take to win the position. He has long, silver-blond hair, pulled back in a pony tail, but thus far he seems to fulfill the other requirements. It will be tough, though. There are two more days of auditions.

He flies through the air, legs higher and stretched out farther than the other two who are auditioning. And he knows he is auditioning for me by the way he is playing to me. And I highly suspect he knows all that is entailed in being in my premier troupe.

The first set is so invigorating that most take off their leotard tops for the second pass. The silver blond takes off his leotard bottoms as well. He’s dancing in tiny briefs. He is lithe and has a long line and a natural effortless flow. He also has a well-developed chest and biceps and a nicely projecting basket, the long line of the cock easily seen. This undoubtedly would be reflected favorably at the box office among the women patrons, and among some of the major male benefactors as well. This thought makes me smile. The silver blond catches my eye and shares in my smile.

They go through their set paces. All are flexible but none more so than the silver blond. He leaps right in front of me, turning his legs as he does so, so that I see the creamy thighs.

The audition ends and I send all away all that is except the silver blond. We stand there facing each other on the lit stage as all the others sort through their gear and depart through the stage door.

Then, in the silence, the silver blond slips off his briefs pulls his hair out of the pony tail, letting it flow around his face and down to his shoulders, and stands there, legs slightly spread, arms out from his body at a forty-five-degree angle, palms turned toward me, a shy smile on his face, and a long slender cock dangling between his legs; standing there, in supplication, awaiting my bidding.

He is hairless other than that silver blond hair cascading around his head and hard as steel.

I slowly strip off my leotard and he comes to me in light, dancing steps and raises his right leg, almost parallel to his body and leans it gently against my shoulder, exhibiting premier flexibility. His left hand takes both of our cocks together; his long slender one and mine, heavy, long, and thick, and holds them together as they both rise. I feel my chest swelling and rising and falling in quickened pace, while there is no trace of excitement or concern in his total control.

I run one hand over his chest and torso; hairless, no sign of stubble at all; resilient skin covering hard-as-steel muscle. I run the other hand over the leg he has raised to me. Hairless, silky, creamy; I kiss and tongue the creamy calf and thigh while my other hand follows the line of his sternum down his tight abs, over his flat belly, and down around where he is holding our cocks together and to his balls. Not a hair or a trace of a hair to be felt all warm, pliant flesh, covering muscles of steel.

He releases our cocks and pushes at my belly with the palm of his hand. I sit down on a mat, my legs stretched in front of me and a little open. He sits his pert little butt between my calves, and lifts his legs up and out in front of my torso, pointing his toes to make his leg muscles tighten, and does little twirls in place with his legs.

I take each leg in turn and kiss and tongue them, from his heels down his calves and along his creamy inner thighs to where creamy thighs meet tender, hairless groin. He is sighing and moaning for me to sell me on the idea that he is thoroughly enjoying my fetish.

My lips travel back up his inner thighs, alternating legs, and, as they near the inner hollows behind his knees; he bends all the way forward at the waist and swallows my cock nearly whole. It takes superb flexibility for him to do this without lowering his legs from the attention I’m giving them. He’s still auditioning.

When he has pumped me up with his lips, he digs his elbows into the mat and crawls his buttocks up my thighs until our cocks cross swords. With one hand, he positions the bulbous head of my horse-hung cock at his asshole and then resumes crawling his butt into me, letting his ass channel muscles grab my cock and pull it inside him.

He is panting and groaning and telling me what a nice, huge cock I have and how I hurt him and please him simultaneously, working hard on this private audition. I like being ingested by his ass just fine, but I’m still marveling at his creamy thighs.

At length, however, I do stand, maintaining my purchase deep inside him. He has one creamy leg running up my torso and he wraps the other one artfully around my buttocks. He arches his back toward the floor, playing the dying swan for me. I work on reviving the swan by putting a strong arm under his buttocks and using is as a lever to raise and lower him, while I pump him deep with my heavy, long, and thick cock. Some of his moans and pants begin to sound genuine.

In another demonstration of ultimate flexibility, he lets his legs down and does a slow spin and twist that moves me from facing him to being behind him with my cock still deeply embedded. His feet are on the mat now, and I’m behind him, my hands on his hips and fucking him with long strokes. I come deep inside him, and, to his surprise, I show him my own flexibility by putting my feet inside both of his and taking us down to the floor in a slow full split. I pull his back over onto my chest and reach around and slowly stroke his cock to eruption. He is mine now.

I can call off the auditions for the next two days. The male dancer opening has been filled.

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Ken couldn’t believe how easy it had been to get the faculty adviser to sign off on the project, nor did he even believe how simple it had been to get the entire school on board. Hell the Coach even congratulated him, as if he was one of his selected warriors, despite his geeky appearance. Part of him felt a bit bad about the deception, but hell it wasn’t like he was making them have sex with him or anything. He was just taking their pictures, and okay so he would pose them in a provocative way. Wasn’t like they were naked or anything, though a couple he wouldn’t have minded seeing the entire package, instead of just the wrappings.

However, that would have been pushing it, though when they were hot, like the wide receiver Norm, or the place kicker Benny, he did try to imply that they could arrange for more personal photographs. So far none of the hot studs he had dropped the hints to had taken him up on the offer, but he had hope. Besides if not these football jocks, he still had the basketball team, swim team, and even the ice hockey team to work on. Surely one or two of all that pride choice meat would fall into his trap. After all, they were just jocks.

Most of the guys were certainly not in need of any help in getting dates, yet everyone of them eagerly accepted the idea of having their half naked pictures being taken, and posted. Some would be for the college rag, some would be for the yearbook, and a very select few would be for the calendar he had suggested. It was to be a fund raiser, and he had even enlisted the support of a local sorority. Now that had been a stroke of genius he thought, as it made things seem more legit.

As he waited for the pictures to develop of his latest subject, the quarterback no less, he smiled to himself, and grabbed his own aching cock. It had been hard to keep that piece of meat from ruining things, as Jason was beyond doubt a hot stud. For him, Ken had insisted on the tight short ensemble with open sports shirt. It just showed the maximum amount of flesh that would pass the school censor. If only that idiot professor knew the truth about this whole photo project. He’d pass out from shock and that brought a chuckle to Ken.

Positioning Jason had been nearly the ruin of it all. The guy was that hot, and to touch him, to smell him up close had nearly made him shoot his own load. He couldn’t have that, and somehow he had managed to conceal it from Jason. God, if he had found out he wouldn’t be standing here, waiting for the pictures to develop but would be stretched out on some stretcher, battered and bruised. Not that Jason was violent, but he sure as hell wouldn’t consider a compliment that he was the object of some geeky guy’s attraction.

After all, he was the quarterback and had a reputation. He was known on campus as a real ladies man, a new one almost every week. Still, in moving his arms and twisting those thighs to set the pose just right, Ken couldn’t help but dream at what it would be like to have them wrapped around his own slender body. To feel his hands clamped over his hips, holding him tightly while ploughing his ass, was a thought that he couldn’t shake, even now.

Staring down at the blank paper in the chemical mixture, he wondered if he could manage a second shoot with Jason? He could claim that some of the pictures hadn’t turned out or such, but what if the guy had the smarts to ask to see? He’d be fucked then, and the whole game would be up. Though he doubted Jason would, it was a risk he didn’t think he’d want to run. Yet the notion of once more being able to touch that hunk, to smell him up close, was a tempting notion.

As the paper began to show the image, he smiled as it was the one he most wanted to see come out perfectly. It was Jason, bending over with his shirt off, just a pair of tight blue shorts the only clothing on him. He had his helmet on and was simulating taking a snap from a phantom centre. The way his butt had stuck out, those perfect orbs stuck out there in mid air, was the one pose that nearly made him cum.

He had risked it all too, to move in and reach down to move the legs a bit further apart. When his hand touched those well muscled thighs, to edge them further apart, he had breathed in, smelling that man scent. That and his hands on Jason’s legs, his nose near that well shaped ass had almost done it. He had to step back quickly before he got into trouble, and now the picture was taking shape on the paper.

His cock was erect inside his own pants, and Ken reached down to adjust the hard pole. It hurt as he licked his lips, enjoying the gradual developing of the photo. It was exactly as he had remembered it, the ass up in the air, the stretched shorts showing the perfect shape of the cheeks. He could see the darkness down the centre, indicating the ass crack which made him sweat a little.

To think of how close he had been to reaching out to touch it, only made the ache in his groin worse. Course it would have been the worst mistake of his young life, but it might have been worth it, if there had been the slightest indication that Jason was that way.

While he could hope, he knew it was pointless. What would a hunk like Jason ever want from someone like him? Jason had long flowing hair while his was cut short, like a buzz cut actually. Jason had perfect skin tone, soft creamy gold in color while his was pasty white with pimples. In comparison, there wasn’t a single blemish on Jason’s face. He had perfect nipples, well defined muscles and even some decent chest hair, while he on the other hand, had one odd shaped nipple, a birth mark just below and you could see his ribs without much effort. There simply wasn’t any muscle definition showing, unlike Jason.

Then too, his arms were puny looking, while Jason had those beefy looking things. You could see the muscles in the upper arm, the way they flexed without any effort. He had a washboard stomach too, unlike the little paunch that Ken was developing, despite his bird like appetite. No doubt Jason wolfed down burgers and fries without an ounce of it showing. He hated that, but was used to being the runt among the pack.

Hanging up the photos, he stepped back to admire his work. His lips were dry as he stared at Jason’s semi nude body, and he peered down to see if he could see the outline of Jason’s privates. He had tried to get a few close ups but it wasn’t on this roll. He sighed as he began to get set up to develop the next set. Maybe those close-ups would be there, he hoped.

Taking out his magnifying glass he examined the hanging pictures more closely. His one hand moved down once more to adjust his hard on, as he stared at the perfect body. He couldn’t help himself as he really found himself attracted to Jason and that particular look. The way the nose hung down just right, the small bend from being broken hadn’t ruined the look either. In fact he kind of thought it added character to his look.

The way the hair seemed to naturally flow over his shoulders too. It was all he could do from reaching down into his own pants, to relieve himself now. He pushed down the temptation though, knowing that it wouldn’t take him long to cum, but he didn’t want it to interfere with his developing. Besides, it would be more fun to have all of the photos spread out in his little office, where he could enjoy the full effect of Jason’s photo shoot.

Time dragged on for him, but eventually he had the full set all finished and while the school’s copies were drying, he took his private set down and smiled. One more perk of the job he thought as he hurried to his own little office.

Quickly he set up the photographs along his wall, enjoying each photo as they stared back at him. He had to admit, he was a damn good photographer as he stepped back to admire the result of his work. He leaned back against his desk, feeling the rising tension in his crotch. His hand played with the hard pole inside his pants as his eyes moved across the array of images spread out for him.

Licking his lips he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. In his stocking feet he moved back up the pictures, his eyes taking it all in. Licking his lips his hand continued to pull at the thick pole still in his boxer shorts. It was as his eyes moved past one photo that he suddenly stopped. His hand immediately was stilled from groping himself, as his eyes now moved back to the close up photo of Jason’s crotch. His eyes narrowed and bore in on that image, and he felt suddenly very aroused.

There was no mistaking the sign, the clear outline in those tight shorts of a large tube shaped object. Ken blinked a few times, not sure he was seeing what he was seeing. He moved in closer and there was no mistake. Jason was sporting a hard on and the thin blue material was able to show its shape clearly. The camera had caught it at the perfect angle and he exhaled loudly . He couldn’t believe his luck as he stuck his hand down into his shorts. Christ, the idea that Jason had been hard while he was taking his picture was totally arousing. Nothing but seeing Jason naked could be any better as he reached around to grab his thick cock. His hand was sweaty, which surprised him. Ken looked down at his own skinny frame, his shirt open while his hand was stuck down his pants. The idea that he had touched that perfect body and it had reacted, as the photo showed made him tremble a little.

He remembered that he had reached out and moved Jason slightly. His hands had briefly touched those hips, and he had looked down too. To think that the shot right after showed Jason hard, made him break out in a cold sweat. Christ, could he be? But no, no he couldn’t be or he’d have noticed the signs, but shit, the guy had gotten an erection. It had to be from his touching him, and that idea drove his hand to begin pumping his own cock, all the time wondering if he had somehow missed any other signs.

Moving along his gallery, he was looking for other missed signs, while stroking his own cock. He could feel the excitement inside as he peered closer at the semi nude images of the quarterback. He noticed the way the nipples looked firm and erect, and he felt his mouth going dry. Licking his lips he stared at those two perfect nipples, and there was no mistaking it, they were erect too.

Ken was absorbed by the missed signs as his breathing became ragged and shallow. His hand was moving quickly along his throbbing cock shaft, making him stand a bit funny, as he continued to look at Jason’s photos. His mind refused to accept what it was seeing, yet inside he couldn’t deny the evidence before him. Jason looked aroused, the flesh looked hard and taught and as he stared down the body, his eyes noticed the thigh muscles. They were taut and rigid.

His hand moved faster as he stared at the long legs. He could see the hair along the lower legs, the thickness of it that slowly grew more sparse as his eyes moved up the legs, to show the side view of his torso. The way the ass cheeks looked now seemed different than he had remembered. They looked tight just as the thighs did. It was almost as if the impossible was actually true, that Jason was aroused. He still found it hard to believe, but his eyes returned to stare at the crotch shots again.

There was no mistaking the erection held inside. He could see the slight ridge of the cock head too. Ken licked his lips as his body continued to shake. The simple thought that Jason had been turned on, was hard to accept, but the proof was there. He could see it with his own eyes, and he felt the sweat dripping off his own forehead, as his eyes just stared at the bulge.

His legs grew taut as his eyes closed. The image of that cock still burned on his memory as he stroked his cock. Faster and faster his hand went, as his body shuddered. He wasn’t thinking now, as he could hear himself moan. Ken was close to cumming as the shadow of that hard pole flashed across his vision. He was breathing hard, excited in a way he hadn’t experienced before, as his hand held his own cock harder. He could feel the skin burning his fingers as he shook. His own voice moaning its pleasure made him stroke his cock even faster. He was cumming, he could feel his balls releasing their man juice and all he could think of, was how good it would feel to shoot it all over that finely chiselled chest of Jason. To have his milk splatter across that chest, to coat those firm erect nipples. It made him groan loudly, as his body shook in an uncontrollable shudder.

His hand felt the hot sticky cum shooting out. He cried out and kept his hand moving at a frantic pace. His body shook and shuddered as he felt himself cum. He jerked his cock, shaking it a few times, getting every drop out before he leaned backwards, against the desk. His butt felt the edge of the metal desk, and he sighed, slowly relaxing his body. Ken pulled his hand out from his shorts, caked in his cum. He finally opened his eyes to once more see the array of pictures of Jason. A smile crossed his lips as he saw that close up.

The cough startled him as he turned his head around quickly. Panic suddenly tore at him as he saw the tall figure in the doorway to his office. His eyes opened wide in alarm as he recognized the figure. He couldn’t move, as he stared out at the tall figure, his pants still down at his ankles, his chest still heaving. No way could he explain this as he felt the eyes bearing down on him. Ken had known fear before, but this was different. It must be what a deer must feel like when spotted by a pair of bright lights. His body quivered as the figure in the doorway spoke.

‘You did say you would do private shoots?’

It took Ken a few seconds to understand the words, but as the figure stepped into the office, he heard the door close behind the tall young man. He had a strange grin across his mouth, along with a rather mischievous glint in his eyes. He just nodded as Jason stepped closer. Turning away from Ken, he looked over at the pictures of himself displayed across the wall.

Pointing to one of the photos, he spoke with a husky voice. ‘I like that one, where I am pretending to be taking the snap’

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It was a warm sunny day as he drove in from the airport. It had been a rather tiring trip this time around and Lee wasn’t in a rush to get back to his empty house. He figured he’d stop along the way, and put the top down and just enjoy a lazy drive back to his home in the city, where he’d relax in his pool. For a moment or two as he drove along the sparsely driven road, he felt a twinge of emptiness, wishing there would be someone waiting for him at home.

Times like this he wished he wasn’t so tied up with his work. The notion of having someone to share it all with was eating at him as he saw his roadside stand coming up. He had stopped there before, to get some fresh veggies and eggs. The middle aged lady was always pleasant and the goods where always fresh. Hell on occasion she even had fresh baking, like bread or buns.

Lee made the decision to pull over when he noticed that the lady wasn’t there. A tall young blonde stood behind the stall, a baseball cap covering his head was standing there, waiting on someone else. As he pulled in he noticed the young man turn and stare at him.

For some reason he felt a flash of heat, and excitement in his tired body. The young man wasn’t all that young, maybe nearing his 30’s but what a looker. The hair was a dirty blond and hung around his shoulders, the eyes sparkled in that brief glance that seemed to have lit a fire in his heart. Strange, he wasn’t that easily moved by such a quick glance. Then too, most of the young men he met were in a hazy smoke filled bar room.

Stepping out, he stretched and noticed the blonde had given him a once over. Strange to feel someone checking him out, as he usually was the one doing the checking first. He decided to put the top down, while waiting for the young man to finish with his other customer.  While his own attention was on dropping the top, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that every now and then, the blonde would gaze at him, with a look that he recognized.

Lee tried not to think about it, and yet he wished the couple that were there would hurry up and leave. He couldn’t stop his mind from fantasizing about the blonde, which wasn’t usual for him. He wasn’t the type who could spot others, which was why he was always nervous unless in a safe environment, like the local gay bars. Still, he couldn’t help but feel the young man’s interest, and as he buttoned down the top, he felt a bit giddy.

Be a first for him really, if what he was feeling was real. Not like he hadn’t felt this way before, but he never had the nerve to take it to the next level. Oh he had made eye contact, even thought he had recognized an opening line, but he never had the balls to follow up on those openings. The more he tried not to look, the harder it was for him to ignore the obvious stares.

Finally the couple were heading towards their car and he moved over to see what was available. He couldn’t help but notice the open shirt and rolled up sleeves. There was no mistaking that they guy worked out. Tiny tufts of blond hair was curled around his chest and it was a fine golden color as well. He wondered what it would feel like, to run his hands down that nicely chiselled chest.

He almost lost it when the blonde spoke to him. The voice had a nice lilt to it, that was friendly. He glanced up to see wicked smile across the face, that made his heart skip a beat or two. It was hard to speak, as he was so taken by the green eyes that looked directly into his own. He wanted to turn away, to hide from the deep penetrating look but he couldn’t. It was like being frozen in place and all he could do was mumble back to the man’s greeting.

On closer inspection he could tell that he had to be more like 30 than younger, still he was a handsome specimen. Lee even managed a quick glance at the crotch, that showed a firm package as well. Licking his lips he tried to engage the blonde in conversation, thinking he was failing horribly.

Desperate to prolong the time talking, Lee did manage to find out that the Blonde was the brother to the lady he was used to seeing, and that the kids were hers. He also found out that his name was Brent and that he did home repair and yard maintenance. He didn’t know how it all came out, but as he reached into his pocket to pay for his purchases, he somehow found the nerve to enquire about getting some yard work done.

As he handed Brent a $20, he was stunned when the blonde asked if it was really yard work he was interested in, or perhaps something more personal? His mouth must have fallen to the ground, as the pealing shrieks of laughter made him grin sheepishly as he nodded that he was perhaps indeed looking for a more personal relationship.

Somehow the conversation was easier with that out of the way, and before he even realized it, he was sitting in his car, waiting for Brent to come back from the house. He tapped the steering wheel as he waited, until he noticed the tall blonde coming down the driveway with one of the kids in tow. He quickly jumped into the car and as he began to nose into the road, he noticed the knowing smirk on the little kid who now was tending to the stand.

Christ, was it that obvious he thought as they moved down the road towards the motel and coffee shop just a ways down the road. He still couldn’t believe his luck and Brent wasn’t exactly bashful either. By the time they reached the parking lot and nosed the car into a parking stall, he knew he would be renting a room before entering the coffee shop.

Opening the door to the room, Lee realized that it wasn’t a dream. He really was going to finally get lucky as he let Brent in, who immediately went to test out the bed. To see the young man, who it turned out was actually 38, testing the bed’s springs, made him grin. He couldn’t help himself, and he still found it hard to believe that Brent was 38. He looked a lot younger and judging by the grin on his face, his mindset certainly was one of a teenager.

The awkward moment didn’t seem to have come yet, and as he put the key down, it just didn’t seem like it would come either. Brent just grinned and leaned back on the bed. His legs were spread open a little and Lee could see the bulge of his crotch. There certainly was more to this guy as he moved closer, to stare down at the smiling face.

Brent had his shirt open, and he began to run his hand along the flat belly. He just kept his green eyes fixed on Lee, as he slowly caressed his own stomach, a lusty twinkle showing. Without any hesitation Lee moved closer and suddenly Brent was beckoning him with an outstretch arm. They were like two grinning baboons, but damn it felt rather exciting as he reached down to let Brent take his hand.

It was firmly grasped, and Brent brought him even closer, pulling him to the edge of the bed, and then he pulled the outstretched arm downwards, until Lee’s hand rested on the slightly trembling belly. As his hand touched the warm golden flesh, his own body quivered a little with anticipation. He just couldn’t stop grinning as he bent down, running his hand along the very flat stomach. He felt the muscles rippling under his touch and a soft little moan escaped from Brent’s lips.

Lee glanced up to see the eyes sparkling. He could feel the lust reaching out towards him and he stood up, quickly removing his own shirt, to expose a rather pale looking chest, covered by a dark patch of chest hairs. He breathed in deeply as Brent moved further up on the bed, his long legs still spread apart. The eyes signalled his need and Lee bent down to undo the pants and pull the zipper down on the faded jeans.

The sound made him lick his lips. His mouth felt rather dry, as he spread open the jeans. The soft blue of boxer shorts showed but he could see that the material was being pushed upwards from something hidden within. His eyes opened wider as Brent rested his hand on Lee’s, and smiled up at him. He guided the hand down over the top of the shorts, to feel the thickened bulge and Lee almost lost it there and then.

The touch of his hand over the pulsing cock nearly made him fall backwards. Instead he sucked in his breath as he felt and groped the rather long hard shaft of Brent’s erect penis. It was almost like touching a holy shrine, the feeling was so intense inside of his mind. He quivered as he looked up into Brent’s eyes, to see the pleasure reflected inside. He could also feel the lust as Brent’s hand grew stronger on his.

Lee had never felt this excited, this aroused before. He couldn’t help himself either as he reached out with both hands and quickly pulled the pants and boxer shorts off of Brent’s body. He stood back, to admire the amazing site of Brent’s naked body. The hard cock sticking up in the air, the small egg shaped balls dangling underneath. He swallowed hard as his eyes narrowed and focused on that lovely cock, sticking up like a giant Popsicle, demanding it be licked and savoured.

It felt like he was someone else, as he stepped in closer, kneeling down at the edge of the bed, and without any hesitation popped the hard cock deep into his throat. No kissing, no fondling, as he just wrapped his lips over the head and moved downwards with his head. He sucked on the hard pole, listening to the moans that were coming from Brent.

As his head moved up and down the tasty flesh, his hands reached up and stroked the hot burning body underneath him. His hands dug along the skin, feeling the warmth and the jolts of electricity that seemed to spark between them both. He heard himself groaning as he sucked hard on the willing pole. He could taste the salty pre cum even as he sucked harder, wanting more than just a taste.

His nose buried itself deep into the soft groin with each downward push of his head. His eyes were closed as he let his mind wallow in Brent’s man scent. He could feel tiny beads of sweat on his forehead as he let the moment take hold. His own lust mixed with Brent’s own desires, and he couldn’t stop. His body was shaking as he sucked, tightening his lips around the now quivering cock.

It was almost animalistic, as his lust was beyond his control. Lee’s hands dug into the flesh, near the hips until they hit bone. He held Brent’s body tightly in his grip, tasting his manhood with a rising harshness. Brent cried out, and he could feel the bed shaking as the hands were hitting the bed on either side. Then it would stop and he would feel the hands curl around his own hair, dragging at the strands as he bucked and moaned.

Time was meaningless as he sucked harder with each movement of his head downwards. He loved the feel of the hands yanking hard on his hair one second, pounding the bed the next, and even pushing his head down, urging him onwards. He could feel the hot cock head striking the back of his throat and he groaned each time he felt it push its way down his throat. His tongue was flicking out and tasting the hot flesh as it flew past, and he gripped tighter as Brent began to arch his hips upwards, meeting his face coming down.

The loud shriek was a second behind the sudden explosion that rocked his mouth. He could feel the cock head rear back and just as he began to get ready, he could taste the hot man juice filling his mouth and throat. He could feel it drip out from the corners of his mouth as he gagged, desperate to swallow it all. He coughed but held the cock still in his mouth, tasting the hot cum flood his throat.

The cries were constant and Brent’s hand were pushing his head down, with tremendous force. It wasn’t necessary as he buried his face hard into Brent’s crotch, letting his cock fill his mouth and throat. He sucked it dry and as the last few drops came out, he felt his own body shaking. His knees hurt from kneeling down but he slowly let his head up, tasting the cum coated cock one more time before it was let free of his hold. He let his tongue flick out and lick around the head of the cock. Brent moaned loudly and his body trembled to Lee’s tongue.

Lee leaned backwards, his hands on either side of the 39 year old blonde. He just stared at the softening penis, tasting still the salty sweet cum that coated the inside of his mouth, and his lips. He gulped for air as well, watching Brent’s chest still heaving. He couldn’t believe how quickly it had all happened. He was still sort of in shock as he stared along Brent’s still trembling body.

Their eyes locked and he could see the lust still burning inside. He felt it too, in his own body as he smiled, saying nothing. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the small room. He just smiled as they both took their time in recovering. Suddenly Brent looked down at Lee and with a wicked grin plastered across his face he spoke.

‘Got plans for dinner?’

Lee just smiled as Brent pushed himself up on the bed, and then leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Then he reached down for his jeans, and rummaged in the front pocket for a second. He pulled his hand out, a pleased grin on his face and in his hand he had a strip of condoms.

Lee looked at the condoms, then at Brent’s face.

‘Yep, I got plans, but I think dinner will be rather late tonight’

Brent smiled as he shoved his body up further on the bed, his hand resting to one side, urging Lee to climb up and join him. With his other hand, he placed the strip of condoms on the night table and as Lee shoved his pants down to his ankles, Brent spoke.

‘Breakfast might be late too’

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Morgan had taken a lot of ribbing when his friends found out he had signed up for the cooking classes. They joked endlessly about it, making it seem like he was a wusse. They didn’t go all the way, but that might have had something to do with him being the leading scorer on the Basketball Team, and the leading hitter on the baseball team. Then too, they did buy into his reasoning that it was easier to find dates in a class filled by females. Add into that lie was his childhood friend Mary who was considered to be a knockout, and always hanging out with him and it was hard for anyone to question his sexuality.

Still he had endured the jokes and the glances some still gave him. It really wasn’t what he had thought would happen, but he was more serious about his education, in a practical way, than many assumed. He might be a jock, but he had his eye on the future. Morgan knew that there wouldn’t be any ‘little woman’ in his adult life, that he’d have to fend for himself without a woman’s help. Besides, it might help him get what he really wanted, a good man.

Most of his friends had a field day when he had been partnered with one of the few other guys in the class. He had drawn Caleb for his cooking partner, and everyone had howled at that bit of news. Course they didn’t know he had secretly hoped for just that.

Caleb wasn’t a jock, but he had a muscular looking frame. He wasn’t quite 6 foot and had rather girlish looks, if there was such a thing. His features were fine, and his wavy hair made him look a little like a girl from the back. Course his narrow hips and slightly larger butt didn’t help change that view either. Still, he had a husky voice and his hands weren’t exactly feminine looking. One glance at them ham hocks and you knew this guy used his hands.

Still the others did poke fun at him, though never to his face. He wasn’t the type you really wanted to take on by yourself, and Morgan was sure his friends were all a bit cowardly when it came to facing someone on their own. They preferred to travel in a pack, but there was something dangerous about Caleb that held them back from taunting him openly.

In class, he was quiet and he had a hungry look in his eyes that had first attracted Morgan to him. He wasn’t about to blurt out his attraction, but he had done his homework. Something he had learned from his early days in football and basketball. Know your opposition his coaches had told him and he had listened. Not quite how they had imagined though. Now he used his skills to seek out others who might be inclined as he was.

Caleb seemed to be a loner. He didn’t say much in class, but he managed his end of things okay. He was a bit clumsy and Morgan knew it was holding him back a bit. One of the reasons he had used, to set up this weekend. Least he figured if he could get Caleb away from the school setting, he might be able to signal his interest in a more open way. Least that was his plan, as he stared around the kitchen.

His parents had left for the weekend, heading up to their cabin. He had stayed home, claiming homework which had satisfied them. He smiled as he stared at all the pots and pans laid out on the cooking island in the kitchen. His mother would have a fit if she had seen it, but he didn’t want to tip his hand too quickly. He had used the pretext of the upcoming cooking test to get Caleb to come over.

Morgan had been a little surprised at how reticent Caleb had been to the suggestion. It was a natural part of school, and yet somehow Caleb seemed reluctant. He couldn’t really figure the guy out, except that he intrigued him. Maybe it was how he rarely talked about himself, or what he did outside of school. He was a Senior and despite his digging, no one seemed to know very much about him. That only made him more curious, and interested.

After all, he did have his own secret to keep. It all sounded bit cheap and tawdry, but he wasn’t a fool. He knew that his popularity wouldn’t help him if they found out about him. So he had managed to keep them all in the dark, and the few times he had ventured into who he really was, it had always been carefully thought out. Just like this was, he hoped. He was pleased with how he had it all set out, and as the doorbell rang, Morgan licked his lower lip, and pushed back a lock of hair that had fallen over his eye.

He smiled at his reflection in a silver mixing bowl, and headed to the door, feeling nervous and yet also excited. He rubbed his hands on his jeans, wiping the sweat off. ‘Show Time’ he thought as he opened the door to greet his guest. He smiled as he opened the door to see Caleb standing there. It was a bit of a surprise too, as Caleb was dressed up a bit. Instead of the normal faded jeans, and tank top shirt he normally wore to school, he was dressed in a pair of fresh black jeans, a crease even in the legs. His shirt was a plain light blue button job, not too tight or too loose.

As Caleb walked in, Morgan smelled his cologne. It was not overpowering, but rather nice. He could sense the nervousness too, but he quickly tried to put his guest at ease. He showed him into the living room and was pleased with the low whistle that came from Caleb. He had stood in the centre of the room, staring at the rather large television set that dominated the room.

‘Nice huh?’

‘I’ll say, your folks must be loaded’

‘They do okay, I guess, but Dad is really into his sports, so they splurged’

Caleb just seemed stunned by the 48” set, and he stood there, taking it all in. Morgan watched as Caleb took in the long couch, the various accents his mother had around the room. He had never seen someone so taken but what he had never really thought about. His friends weren’t all that impressed, as most of them had decent sets, hell one or two had their own sets. Yet Caleb seemed different.

‘Must be nice’

Morgan didn’t say anything. He watched as Caleb stared around the room and then looked out the sliding patio doors. His eyes seemed to bulge open wider as he walked over to the doors. He took in the long dining room table and its fine polished look but his attention was on the outside. He whistled again as he stared out at wide expanse of yard and patio.

‘A pool too? Shit, you guys must be loaded’

‘Not really, it came with the house, and I am stuck with the cleaning, but its nice to have on the hot days’

‘Hell I’d clean it every day if I could, to be able to go swimming when ever, now that is what I call having it made.’

Morgan looked at Caleb’s back, and the awe in his voice made him tingle. He felt a bit awkward too, at how impressed Caleb seemed to be. Still he didn’t miss the opening either.

‘We can go for a swim if you want?’

‘Really? That would be cool, but.. uh, I don’t have any shorts’

Morgan smiled. It was going better than he hoped.

‘No problem, you can just strip to your shorts, or I can see if I have any extras, but I think they’d be too big for you. I can always throw your shorts in the drier after, besides, no one can see into the backyard. I sometimes just strip down in the buff, and jump in, it’s one of the perks.’

Caleb was silent as he stepped out onto the patio, to stare around the back yard. He could see the high wooden fence that surrounded the property. The large tree off in back hid the alley view, and there were high bushes against one side, taller than the fence even. Morgan could see the interest, and he decided to take a risk.

The air was warm and he felt the breeze against his chest as he shucked his shirt off. He kicked off his shoes and bend down to take his socks off, turning his back to Caleb. He could feel the eyes watching as he moved quickly, not letting Caleb think too long about it. Morgan tossed his shirt aside, and unbuttoned his own jeans, pushing them down to his ankles. He stepped out and then in a calculated move, he pushed his boxer shorts down as well.

With his back to Caleb, he managed to hide his erection but he could sense the eyes bearing down on his ass. He hoped Caleb was enjoying the view, as he ran to the edge and jumped into the pool, feeling the water chill him. While it was heated, it still felt a bit cool at first. He came up and turned to stare over at Caleb, standing right where he had left him. Morgan saw the eyes were like huge saucers as Morgan sputtered a bit. He wiped the hair out from his eyes as he shouted to Caleb.

‘Come on, the water is fine’

He stared as Caleb hesitated a little. Morgan saw him stare down at the discarded jeans, then he saw his hands move up and undo his shirt. Morgan couldn’t help but stare as the shirt was pulled off. The chest was well defined, small tuft of hair in the V portion, and the nipples looked hot. Caleb had nice golden skin, which made Morgan realize that he spent a lot of time out in the sun. To have a tan this early could only come from someone who was outside a lot.

He treaded water, urging Caleb to come on in. He hoped that he would take his lead from Morgan, and not keep his shorts on. His eyes narrowed, as the pants were pushed down. Morgan could sense the shyness, but Caleb didn’t turn away. When he stood up, there was no mistaking a tell tale lump in the boxer shorts. He licked his lips, taking in some water that made him cough.

As he pushed back, to lean on his back and tread water while waiting, he saw Caleb hesitate. His hands were on the waistband of his shorts. He looked unsure and Morgan could tell he was hesitating too much. He yelled out, that no one could see, and to come on in, which seemed to work.

Caleb pushed his shorts down, and Morgan took a mouthful of water into his mouth. He couldn’t help it as he saw the long dangling cock, semi hard, exposed. It was one of the most amazing cocks he had ever seen, even compared to those in some of the magazines he secretly looked at.

Watching Caleb stand there for just a second, then run towards the pool was worth it all, even if nothing else happened. He had no idea how well hung Caleb was, and it made his butt cheeks clench a little, wondering if he could take such a tool. He sure wouldn’t’ mind trying as he swam over to his cooking partner.

They swam around, and raced each other from end to end. It was a fun time and Morgan never had felt so relaxed as he did splashing around with Caleb. It felt good and he forgot all about the cooking as they just enjoyed having fun. The odd time that Caleb swam close, and brushed past him Morgan got an instant hard on. It was so intoxicating that he struggled to not just blurt out his desire for the young man.

It was a friendly game of tag, that finally broke the ice. He had tagged Caleb and was swimming away, waiting for Caleb to try and catch him. He was enjoying the game, being able to actually reach out and touch him, and have Caleb touch him. It was also making him a bit aroused, and as he swam away he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to hold that cock, to touch it and taste it.

His daydreaming was at fault. Morgan was fully erect when Caleb snuck in to tag him. His hand reached out to Morgan, who was swimming backwards, away from Caleb. The hand was reaching out for him and he turned to swim away. It was then that he felt it, and his whole body shook. He couldn’t move for an instant, and his movement away stopped as he felt the hand brush his erect cock.

He coughed and turned around, treading water. The expression of shock on Caleb’s face made him just tread water. His eyes searched the face, and he saw the small little spark deep in the eyes. Morgan could sense the shock, but he also could see the pleasure that Caleb experienced from that touch. It was too much and before Caleb could do more than mumble an apology, Morgan had moved closer, to where he was treading water right next to Caleb.

Carefully, he looked deep into Caleb’s face, and then reached out with his own hand. There was a sudden shocked expression on Caleb’s face as Morgan’s hand took hold of Caleb’s own erect penis. It was thick and long as Morgan just held it in his own hand.

Without saying a word, he reached out with his other hand, to bring Caleb closer. He moved his head in and with his eyes staring into Caleb’s, he pressed his lips onto his trembling lips. He felt himself going down, and let go of the throbbing cock. He wrapped his hands around Caleb and kissed him hard and with a deep sense of desire. As their heads sunk below the water surface, he felt Caleb kiss him back, his own hands now holding desperately onto Morgan’s frame.

Then they popped back up to the surface and just stared at each other. Their hands were spread out, helping them stay on top. Morgan smiled and nodded toward the edge of the pool. Together they climbed out and Morgan couldn’t help but look down at Caleb’s naked body. He saw some scars on one leg, but it was the hard thick cock that held his gaze. It made him feel rather ordinary as he noticed how Caleb was looking at him, seeing Morgan’s own hard cock. In comparison it must look rather small, but it didn’t seem to matter.

Reaching out, he took Caleb’s hand into his and lead him up to his bedroom. They were dripping on the carpet, and he didn’t care as he opened his bedroom door and led Caleb inside. He closed the door and reached out to once more grasp Caleb’s wet body. He held him tight as he leaned to one side, and brought his mouth back towards Caleb’s lips.

He pressed his lips, and stuck his tongue out a little. Caleb’s hands were suddenly around his own hips, holding him tightly as he let his mouth open, to let Morgan’s tongue enter. His heart was racing as he kissed hard and licked the roof of Caleb’s mouth. He felt his warm breath on his tongue, as they kissed long and hard.

His body was aching all over as they slowly moved closer to the bed. He felt his cock pushing up against Caleb’s thigh, and felt the hot burning touch of Caleb’s own cock rubbing up his belly, digging into the flesh between his thighs and groin, then across the belly. He shook as he held tightly to the trembling body and then they were at the bed.

Morgan turned a little, and together they fell down onto the bed. More of a sitting actually and as they did, he let his lips part, and took Caleb’s pressing tongue enter his mouth. He tasted a tangy sweetness, and he moaned a little. His hands were moving along the still dripping flesh of Caleb’s side and wrapped together, they fell further onto the bed, their legs dangling over the side.

Breaking apart, he moved his head back to stare over at Caleb. Their were some strange sparks and glints of light but it only made him think of how handsome Caleb was. His nose was thin and a drop of water dripped off the edge. He smiled, and pushed away some of Caleb’s wet hair, to look deeply into the young man’s eyes.

Caleb moved his hand off of Morgan’s shoulder, and slowly began to trace a dripping stream of water downwards with his finger tips. Morgan shivered to the touch and saw a warming gleam cross Caleb’s face. He let the man run his hand down, till it was now touching his hips. The fingers moved down and to the side, moving towards Morgan’s aching crotch. He let out a small little whimper of enjoyment, and suddenly it seemed that Caleb was no longer the shy awkward one.

With a strangely firm push, he moved Morgan off and onto his back. His hands held Morgan down as he straddled the surprised man. His knees were pressing into Morgan’s thighs, keeping his legs closed. His wet hair hung over his head and he flung it back with a violent toss of his head. His eyes sparkled as he stared down at Morgan.

Both of his hands reached up to hold Caleb’s hips. His fingers clung tightly to the hot flesh as he watched Caleb stare down at him. He could feel the hard pulsing cock resting on his belly, his own cock flattened, and pushing up against Caleb’s groin from underneath. His breathing was becoming laboured as he watched the eyes narrowing. Caleb’s hands moved along Morgan’s chest, caressing and then teasing the nipples. The fingers dug in around each nipple, then softly moved across his heaving chest. They would circle his nipple, then suddenly reach out and tweak the firm flesh. He cried out in a strange yelp of pleasure each time, which seemed to make Caleb smile.

His legs were tightly holding Morgan underneath. He could feel the heat and his cock was aching in a way he had never felt before. He licked his lips as suddenly Caleb leaned down and kissed him. Morgan felt the tongue flicking out, and lick at his chin, then underneath it. He closed his eyes as Caleb kissed his Adam’s apple, and then licked upwards and around his jutting chin. Then he pressed his lips hard against Morgan’s mouth and just as suddenly backed off. His hands suddenly stopped playing with his chest hairs, and moved down, pressing on his belly, and under Caleb’s cock.

The fingers reached down underneath, and touched Morgan’s pressed cock. He felt his body shudder to the touch, and he looked upwards, to see a strange glaze come over Caleb’s eyes. The hand touching his cock suddenly moved away and moved up his shuddering body. Caleb moved it up to run across Morgan’s mouth, and then he slipped a finger into Morgan’s mouth. He sucked on the finger, that was just as suddenly removed. He felt his body tighten as the hand moved down and so too did Caleb’s body.

Before it dawned on his mind, he was feeling the moistened finger begin to probe his ass crack. He moaned as Caleb moved to let one of Morgan’s legs free from his grip. He quickly spread it far away and as he did, Caleb found his hole. The finger teased it briefly before it was quickly driven inwards, spreading his hole apart. He cried out at the sudden insertion, and he tossed his head to each side, as Caleb probed his innards. It was hard jabbing thrusts and before he could finish his first groans, he felt a second finger join the first one.

Caleb was twisting them around, deep inside of his rectum. He groaned and his hands hit the bed hard with each deep penetrating push. Morgan began to sweat as he bit his lower lip. It was making him groan constantly as Caleb released his other leg. Now he kneeled, between Morgan’s spread apart legs. His knees pushing the quivering thighs apart, as his two fingers dug deep into Morgan’s ass.

When he didn’t think he could take it anymore, he felt Caleb pull out, and the hand now pushed upwards against his balls. His cock was flaying around in the air, as Caleb slid his body down the bed, until his head was poised just above Morgan’s trembling penis. He looked down his body, to see the head staring down, strands of Caleb’s wet hair scratching his belly. He moaned as he tried to spread his legs even wider, the ache in his ass making him gurgle a little. His eyes opened wider as he saw the head slowly begin to lower itself, his cock sticking upwards towards the mouth.

The touch of Caleb’s lips on the head of his cock was unbelievable. He groaned loudly, thrashing around as Caleb’s lips spread open and began to slide down the burning head of his cock. He felt the jolts of pleasure race down his cock shaft, into his body. Morgan could see strange dots and flashes of light across his eyes as Caleb slowly lowered his head, enveloping the hard throbbing cock. Pressing his nose into the soft groin only made Morgan try to burrow deeper into his bed.

Caleb’s tongue flicked out, and licked at the very root of Morgan’s throbbing cock. He couldn’t stand the sensation a second longer. His body was out of control as he felt the raspy edge of the tongue licking hard onto his root, drawing his balls upwards. His sac felt heavy and his cheeks were suddenly clenched tightly together, as he arched his whole body upwards.

Morgan cried out wildly, as his body moved upwards. His cock suddenly shot upwards deeper into Caleb’s throat. He felt the cock head being held tightly within, but he didn’t care as he cried out. His fists were filled with his blanket and were white at the knuckles as he felt his body surrender.

Never in his dreams, had he expected this cooking homework to turn out this way. His mind was in a fog as the blood rushed from his arms and legs to his cock. His ass was up off the bed, his knees up in the air, the feet spread flat onto the shaking bed. His toes curled into the soft blankets as he felt his body explode.

Strange wild jolts kept pushing up into his body as he flung his body hard upwards. The sudden release of his cum coincided with a wild animal like cry that echoed in his bedroom. He cried out again as the second explosion of his milk was released from his throbbing cock. The lips around the base of his cock were holding him hard, but he could feel the hot milky cum flowing down his shaft, felt the cum dripping from beneath the lips which made him cry out again, as the third load of his cum went shooting out and into Caleb’s full mouth.

As his body sunk back to the bed, the hands on his cheeks released their grip. Morgan was trying to catch his breath as Caleb coughed. He could hear him panting just as he was. He opened his eyes to see his chest heaving as it struggled for more air. Then he saw the look in Caleb’s face as he lifted his arms upwards. They felt heavy as he stretched them up and let Caleb fall into them.

He pulled him close to him and lifted up his head. Morgan looked deeply into the eyes and then closing his, he kissed him on the lips, tasting his own cum. He let the head rest on his chest, as he slowly regained his composure.

‘No one will be home until late Sunday’

Caleb looked up at Morgan, and smiled, licking his lips and grinning. He put his head back down on Morgan’s chest, and sighed. His arms wrapped around Morgan’s body.

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Terry looked at his watch and then the array of monitors set in front of his desk. He was feeling annoyed as time grew closer to when the early morning occupants would soon be arriving and he hadn’t been able to enjoy his after midnight jerk off. It was all the fault of that new tenant up on the 10th floor of the building.

While his brooding eyes scanned the monitors for any sign of life, his hand reached down to push his cock to one side. He was horny and was itching to relieve the ache, but he couldn’t chance it as long as Richard was still prowling the building. The guy wasn’t bad looking for an older guy, and he did have a rather interesting build to him, but that was as far as it got with Terry.

Richard Longtree was the new tenant, a consultant was all that he knew. He had taken up the three empty offices and foyer on the 10th, where he was looking now. All he could see was the lit reception area where he had hoped to see more. Like Longtree leaving but instead it was empty. Sort of like his own existence as he sat back in the chair, wishing for some excitement.

Terry was only 25 but he had been working the night shift here for 3 years now. No one else wanted the job of staying awake guarding a relatively empty office building from midnight to 8am. Still he found it interesting at times, like when that old fart up on the 18th who showed up every Thursday night with a couple of hot young men.

Couple of times Terry had seen one or two sneaking out of the office to use the washrooms, stark naked, which had helped his midnight whack off sessions. The guy was a jerk, but he did have good taste in men. Still he had to admit, for action and putting on a show, the guy was rather boring. Compared to the photographer who had the 5th floor, who always seemed to have something going on, and didn’t really hide it either. Hell the guy was also a good tipper, but scantily clad women just wasn’t Terry’s thing as he continued to glance across the various screens.

He flipped a few switches and looked a bit closer at the monitors that covered the underground parking. Sometimes a few would sneak in when late night tenants left. They could put on a good show too, unless they were prowling. Then he usually just called the cops to deal with it, but for the most part he just watched.

The building was in an older part of town, and lots of street people seemed to be around at night. Most were old and he generally chased them off. Besides they would relieve themselves in the corners, which really pissed him off. He was the one who generally had to clean it up, so he tried to not give them the chance. Then there were the college kids that would sneak in from the little community college nearby.

Now those generally sneaked in with their dates. They weren’t there to prowl, but to do some good old fashioned humping which always gave him a bit of fun. He would smirk too, at how some of the girls hadn’t a clue on how to suck a guy off either. That would always give him a bit of a chuckle and he had to admit, some of those guys were hot.

Looking over the monitors, he couldn’t help but recall the time he spotted two guys sneak in. At first he thought they might be street kids looking to find a quick score, but that quickly changed. The taller one grabbed the shorter one as soon as they were inside, and pulled him off to the side, almost invisible from the security cameras, but not totally. He was surprised as he saw the tall kid reach around and kiss the shorter one.

His cock got immediately hard as he adjusted the monitor to zoom in. The lighting wasn’t the best, but he could see the features better. He noticed that the short one had a curly mop of red hair and was shedding his coat while still kissing the taller one. It was certainly a rather hard kiss and he couldn’t help but notice that the taller one was groping the redhead’s ass pretty hard.

Terry could feel his own excitement as he fine tuned the camera to catch all the action. He licked his lips as he watched the redhead sink down to his knees and tug at the taller guy’s pants. He couldn’t see clearly enough, but he knew exactly what was happening. His groin began to ache as he squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of the exposed body.

It amazed him that they would even be there, given how cold it was out that night, but it didn’t seem to stop them. He saw the redhead’s moving in and out from the taller boy’s groin. It was friggin frustrating to watch, because he couldn’t see shit. He watched groping his own cock as the redhead kept sucking and then Terry got his break. The little one pulled his head back and reached his hand out to grab at the taller one’s cock. In that moment he saw the hard pole jutting out and he almost cried out.

The fucking thing was huge, even from his vantage point. It had a small little bend in it just past the head and he could see the head of it. Fuck it was huge, he had thought, wondering how the redhead had been able to gobble it all up in his mouth. The kid must be good at giving head, and he watched as the kid started to lick the hard pole. He was able to see more of the huge dick and felt his own hand pulling on his cock.

He was enjoying watching the redhead move. His head would twist around as he licked the hard pole, going all the way to lick at the root and pubic hairs. He would slide the cock shaft along his mouth and then suddenly pop it into his mouth. He liked that and hated it too. After all he wanted to see it. Still the way the redhead sucked and stroked the cock was a show he was enjoying.

Terry found his own cock exposed, as he leaned closer to the monitor, ignoring the rest of the screens. He tried to zoom in more and had some success, as he could see a bit better. The way the kid sucked was amazing, and he could feel the lust through the camera shot. The taller kid was starting to gyrate his hips while his hands held onto the redhead’s shoulders, then head.

No mistaking that things were going fast either. The taller kid has his head tilted back more than not. His hands were gripping at the redhead’s curls, tugging on them even. The redhead seemed to not notice, as his head was a blur, moving along the long shaft, the odd pink of his tongue showing as he licked at the thick shaft.

His own hand was stroking his cock fast. He could feel his breath growing shallow as his eyes stared at the scene in front. His body was shaking as he watched the redhead suck. It was unbelievable at how one second he could see the cock, then it would disappear deep into the redhead’s throat. It must have made him gag but he obviously knew how to handle it.

The feeling in his groin had been intense as he watched the redhead suddenly slow down. He was moving his head in and out, and the taller kid was shaking. His hands were pulling the redhead’s hair, but he was still keeping a slow pace. Then it picked up in a rush and he saw the kneeling kid’s hands reach up to grab at the taller one’s hips.

His imagination was good, and he was certain he could feel the strength of the grip that the redhead was applying to the taller kid. It had to hurt but he doubted if he would notice. His shallow breathing became more like a pant as he watched the taller boy start to tremble. The head suddenly tossed back on the shoulders, and the motion stopped.

The redhead had his head buried hard into the groin of the taller guy. He could see him shake a little and Terry knew that the tall kid was shooting his load. His hand moved in a blur as he brought himself to that same point. He felt the hot sticky cum flowing between his fingers as the tall kid pulled the redhead right into his groin. He could see the small indentations of the muscles contracting on the exposed thighs. He almost thought he could feel it as he watched the hips shoot out, and he wished he could hear the obvious scream of pleasure. The tall kids mouth was wide open, and Terry knew he had to be screaming.

It was over before he knew it. The redhead was now standing up and kissing the tall kid again. Terry knew that he was sharing the cum with him that had filled his mouth. He wiped his own mouth, tasting his own dried cum as he watched them hold each other, kissing. Terry wished he had a mike on the camera, so he could applaud or maybe even get an encore?

He hadn’t realized how much that memory had meant to him either. He stared down at the array of monitors to notice that the lights were off on the 10th and he quickly tried to stuff his spent cock back into his pants. Christ, all he needed was for the new guy to see him half undressed, whacking off to nothing but a memory.

Still he wouldn’t mind if Longtree spotted him. After all, the guy had a nice build, and as he thought about it, he could feel his cock stiffening again. He was feeling horny again, wondering if those two would ever find their way back. Maybe they would do a little more next time he thought, as the elevator opened and out walked the new guy.

Terry’s mouth dropped open as he realized that Longtree wasn’t alone. Right next to him was a familiar face. The small curly haired boy from the other night was with him and as he passed, heading towards the parking garage elevators, he turned to Terry and smiled. It was almost as if he knew that he had been recognized. Impossible but the strange glint in Longtree’s eyes also made him pause.

His pants were zipped up but as the two entered the elevator, Terry quickly turned to bring up the parking garage cameras onto the main screens. His hand was already pulling his cock out, as he watched the older man and redhead emerge from the 2nd floor elevator bank. The redhead was leaning next to Longtree, who had his arm around the smaller boy’s shoulder. They were walking very slowly, almost as if they knew.

He kept watching as they walked to the lone parked car. Longtree pulled out something, and he saw the taillights flash. Terry watched as Longtree reached out and squeezed the redhead’s butt cheeks. The firm looking cheeks shook as the redhead turned and reached out with his one hand, to grope at Longtree’s crotch.

It was all making him super horny, as his hand was stroking his cock, when the boy moved away, looked over his shoulder then moved to get into the car on the other side. Terry watched as Longtree followed the boy with his head, then he turned to open the driver’s side door. Before he stepped in he turned his head up and over his own shoulder, to stare directly at the spot where the surveillance camera was located.

Terry saw him grin at the camera, almost as if he knew that Terry was watching. Still smiling he got into the car and started it up. As he backed the car out, the window seemed to roll down and once more Terry could see Longtree’s face. Despite that look, all Terry could think about, was how that redhead had taken that huge cock into his mouth. He wondered if Longtree was also that big, as his hand continued to stroke at his cock.

As his hand stroked the shaft, he felt rather happy. After all, not often he got to whack off twice in a night.

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Joel had good and bad memories of the place. He sat at the bank of the lake, looking out at the starry night being reflected off the still waters. He could see the silver flashes of light and from across the lake, he could see the lights of private cabins poking holes into the darkness.

He sighed as he leaned back on his elbows, knowing that when this session ended, it would also signal the end of his youth. Come fall he would be heading off to College, and all this would pass into his memory as he entered the next phase of becoming an adult. Joel couldn’t help but feel sad, as all those childhood memories would be just that, memories.

No more carefree times, no more sneaking out in the middle of the night to toilet paper the councillor’s cabin. No more campfire ghost stories and wiener roasts at midnight. All that would be gone and as he sat there, he wondered why he would miss a place that hadn’t exactly been fun.

Sure he had enjoyed the fun times, but early on attending the camp, he had learned how to keep his secret from the others. It always preyed on his mind too. Specially on those odd skinny dip jaunts. He certainly wouldn’t miss the fear that would grip him each time a midnight swim was planned, wondering if they’d invite him or not.

Despite that fear, he was always one of the first to strip and jump in, but it wasn’t because he enjoyed the cold water so much. It was really self preservation. By going in first, he avoided anyone seeing his obvious excitement, and secondly, it gave him a better view of the others as they stripped and jumped in. Least by being first he wouldn’t give anything away.

Joel smiled as he realized just how much he would miss the rustic place. The boring cold meals and warm beverages would be missed. So too would the friendships he had made.  Sitting back, he tossed a small stone into the lake, watching it ripple in the moonlight. Maybe moving on was good. Who knows, he might finally develop his gaydar better, so that he wouldn’t have to sneak out in the middle of the night, to whack off. Maybe he’d find someone he could talk with, share his thoughts with. A friendship like he had with Barry, except not have to hide his secret from.

He had met Barry early on, back when he was just entering those awkward teen years. They always shared a cabin ever since and had grown up together. Still, he hadn’t ever told Barry how much he really liked him. Leaving camp each summer had been hard, but until the next year, he would always think of Barry, recalling how he looked when they had pulled off a stunt against the others, or how Barry had looked that first time they all went skinny dipping.

Strange to think of Barry that way, but it wasn’t like he had a lot of experience either. He was attracted to his friend, and he enjoyed watching him strip off and calmly walk to the water to get in. He was a bit of a show off, which made for an instant hard on. Joel was glad of the cold lake water at those times, and on occasion they had gone swimming alone. It was those moments when he was the most frightened, because it was harder each time to hide his natural attraction to Barry.

Just thinking about Barry was giving him a hard on. He reached down to push his stiff dick to one side, while his mind was flashing various images of Barry across his memory. There was the skinny kid climbing the huge tree over the main trail, to lay in wait to toss water balloons at unsuspecting hikers. The look on his face when the balloons burst as he climbed up, soaking him and making them both laugh.

There was the image of him standing by the edge of the lake, trembling in the cold night air, as he dropped his pants. There was the image of him standing off by a bush, unzipping and pulling his cock out to take a piss, while everyone was hiking past. It was as if he didn’t care who saw, and it was that sense of self confidence that made Joel ache a bit more in his groin. He liked the way Barry would seem unconcerned by who saw his nudity at times.

Like in the cabin when they got up. Barry never slept dressed, always in the raw and every morning he had a stiff dick. It was one reason Joel had become an early riser. He loved the vision of Barry waking up and tossing off the blankets, to show that perfectly erect cock.

At first, the others would joke about it, and try to make Barry feel odd, but he had a way with him. In short order he had most feeling like they were the weird ones for not waking up with a hard on. God the mornings could be fun then, and it made it easier for him too, because the instant he saw Barry get up, he felt his own cock spring to attention. Thanks to Barry though, it was somehow expected and while he didn’t get up and show it off, least he didn’t worry about being found out.

Without even realizing it, Joel was pulling on his cock. His fingers were slowly pushing his hard dick around in his shorts, as he thought about Barry, wondering why it was always easy to talk to him, except when it came to sex. Then he would get all shy, or frightened. He should be able to tell him, after all they had become good friends and he had no reason to suspect Barry was homophobic. Still, he didn’t and it bothered him, because after this weekend, he doubted he’d ever see him again.

Barry was off to California to Stanford, while he was heading off to North Bend, making his parents the talk of the neighbourhood. He smiled at that, glad that at least in some small way he had made them proud. If they ever found out the truth though, well he didn’t want to think about that. He gritted his teeth and turned his attention back to thinking of Barry. He’d miss him, and there had been times when he had come close to breaking his silence, to just let it all out, but something had held him back.

The notion though of being able to actually touch that famous cock, made him shift a bit on the grass. Barry had become famous at camp for being the horniest camper. He had no idea at how, but everyone seemed to just accept that anyone who wasn’t bashful about that stuff, obviously was getting lots of sex. Despite the reputation, Joel had his doubts. Barry rarely talked about his sexual conquests, unlike the others.

He would sit and watch as Barry always was rather silent at those moments when everyone would talk about their latest flings. He would smile when asked and that smile. God, he could see it now and it always made his heart skip a beat. Hell it did more than that, but he tried to never show it. Still, before camp was over he wished he would have the balls to just take Barry aside, and tell him how much he wanted him. How much he really wanted to just drop on his knees and suck on that piece of meat. Course he would never say that, or do it, but damn he sure thought about it a lot.

Looking out at the lake, he found himself leaning back. His legs stretched out and he thought, hell, why not? His hand moved down under his shorts as he tried to recall all of the times he had seen Barry naked. He liked the way Barry would get up in the morning, stretching once he was standing up. He always got up on the side that was near Joel’s bunk. The way he would stand up and stretch, pushing his hips forward, almost making it seem like he was offering his erect cock to Joel.

No way he could miss a good look, and it never seemed unnatural either. It always made him rock hard too as he could see it all without risk of being found out. He loved the way the balls would dangle under the fully erect shaft. The leathery sac looking full, and as Barry grew older, the pubic hairs seemed to thicken as well, making a nice bush of dark hair around the jutting out cock.

Mornings certainly were his favourite, as Barry loved making a show of getting out of bed. Lately too, he had taken to stretching and yawning more than just the once. This morning he had stretched three times, each time his cock had jutted out, Joel had felt the urge to reach out to grab at it. If only he could, he thought as he pushed the shorts down a little, to bring his erect cock.

Joel wrapped his fingers around his own stiff cock, thinking of the morning rituals while staring out at the shimmering lake. If only he had the nerve to talk to Barry, to tell him how much he liked him. As his hand slowly moved up and down his shaft, he thought about it, wondering just how he’d approach his friend, never quite comfortable with the notion. Joel could feel his hand moving a little faster, as the adrenalin rush of what it would feel like to actually tell Barry, to see his face, and hopefully to feel his body next to his, was unbelievable.

A small groan escaped his lips as he thought about Barry lying next to him, about his hand pulling on Joel’s cock while he pulled on Barry’s. Man he doubted if he could hold himself for more than a second or two, before he’d spurt all over the place. The idea of Barry touching him made his hand go faster. The idea of Barry’s hand holding his cock, of his dark eyes staring into his face was making him nuts. His hand was a blur as he thought about his friend, about having his thin pale lips press against his own mouth, of tasting him.

The blood was rushing from his limbs as he felt his legs shake a little as they stiffened, matching the hardness of his cock. His hand was stroking the shaft, twisting a little as he imagined Barry doing the stroking. It would be something he’d do, twist and yank on the cock, and the idea made Joel sweat.

His body was quivering now as he groaned a little. The eyes were closed as he pulled and pulled. He could hear his breath becoming shallow with each stroke, his mind searching for more memories of Barry. Like the time they all went skinny dipping the other night. Barry was the last to enter the lake.

The others were all off laughing, splashing while Barry stood at the edge and watched. Then very slowly he took his shirt off, and tossed it to one side. Joel watched as his friend looked over them all, sort of like a Rock Star or something. Then he remembered how Barry sought him out, how their eyes locked.

His hand flew faster as that memory came back as if it was happening again in front of him.

Barry and he, had locked eyes. He remembered the thin smile as Barry undid his pants, and slowly stepped out of them. He was wearing his jockey shorts, and Joel couldn’t help but notice the bulge, despite the darkness. He had licked his lips as he treaded water enjoying the slow striptease. And Barry milked it too, the way he would play with the waistband of his shorts, slowly running his fingers inside and pulling the white band outwards.

Joel felt his toes curling as the image continued to play in front of him. He could see how Barry kept his eyes firmly on Joel’s, as he slowly pushed the shorts down, slowly bending over and covering his groin with his torso, yet his eyes never once moved from staring right at Joel. It was unnerving and he could remember licking his lips as Barry slowly stood up, to finally reveal his manhood.

The hard cock was pointing out from the darker patch of Barry’s body. Joel had almost lost it then, but thankfully he was hidden by the dark and the cold water. Still he had reached down to give his own cock a quick tug, swallowing some water in the process. Yet Barry didn’t seem to notice, thankfully.

His toes were cramping up now, as he stroked his cock, thinking about that slow walk into the water. He could see the hard cock swaying from side to side with each slow step. God how he wished he could have jumped out and ran over to take it into his mouth.

With the image of Barry wading into the water, Joel felt his body arch upwards. He was suddenly lost in a wave of extreme pleasure as he cried out, his hand pulling his cock up and aiming it upwards. He felt the hot splash of cum strike his chin, and then his chest as his whole body shuddered with the sudden release. He shook his cock, aiming it still upwards and he lifted his head to stare at the thick cock head jutting out from his clenched fist.

He groaned as he shook it, watching the last few drops of his own cum drop off the head, onto his still shaking body. He fell back, totally exhausted. His breathing was very irregular and his legs hurt as he slowly tried to regain control. It had felt amazing, and he could still see that image of Barry. Hell it had to be good as he was certain he could smell Barry’s cologne, scent as he lay there, exhausted. His cum was drying on his chest as he reached up to smear it across his nipple.

The scent was almost too much as his chest slowly began to settle down. His body ached as he wiggled his toes a little, to get the feeling back to them. His legs were like stiff planks as he shifted them as well, helping the blood return and ease the cramping he felt in his calves.

As he lay there, recovering he couldn’t get over the strong sense of being able to smell Barry. He felt himself grinning as he slowly opened his eyes, thinking of how much he would miss not seeing Barry in the mornings. As the eyes opened, he couldn’t see any stars shining, instead there seemed to be a large dark mass hovering over him.

Joel felt a cold chill come over him, as he slowly regained his vision. His eyes opened wide, as his heart began to race with fear, as he recognized the tall figure standing next to him.

‘That looked like fun, My turn’ was all the voice said as it slowly pushed the white shorts down from its lanky frame, exposing the familiar cock that Joel saw every morning at camp.

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There weren’t any shiny gold buttons or epaulettes on his uniform, but the way the conductor carried himself seemed a bit military. Perhaps it was the confident walk; almost a march. A striking older man, more torso than legs, I guessed him to be not much over five feet tall. He had a dark olive complexion with wavy salt-n-pepper hair. The original jet-black of his hair made the shadow of his beard nearly blue under that leather-skinned jaw. He had a thick mustache below a Mediterranean nose.

I watched him working from across the platform. Courteous, he seemed to bow slightly as he spoke to the passengers, leaning in to let them know he was focused on their needs. ‘Yes, Ma’am. I’ll see to it personally’ he assured a woman fussing about her expensive luggage. She watched him over the top of her glasses as he picked up all three of her suitcases and headed down the platform – ignoring the empty luggage cart just next to him. He walked at a brisk pace as though the luggage weighed nothing.

When he returned to the booth near the main gate he was nearly knocked down by a disheveled man racing through with a cart stacked with cases. The man had a look of near panic as he described his personal chaos to the conductor, gesturing at the contents of his luggage cart. (His ticket was still in his briefcase buried at the bottom of the pile.) ‘Let’s see if we can check you in without it’ said the conductor in a husky baritone. ‘I can bring the case to your seat if you’d like.’ The conductor was there to take care of everything. He anticipated passengers’ needs (as well as needy passengers.) He was still smiling and nodding, looking very relaxed as he took control of the man’s cart and headed over toward me.

I was standing at the service window of the station’s little cafe. The conductor parked his cart next to mine. Spotting my luggage tags he said, ‘Good afternoon, Sir. I see you’ll be joining us.’ ‘Oh, yes’, I replied rather clumsily. Now that he was right next to me the impact of just how hot this guy was hit me. He had dark wild eyebrows over green eyes that bore right through me. I temporarily lost my ability to speak as all of the blood in my brain had traveled south.

He crossed in front of me, squatting a bit to read my tags. As he bent down to look closer I leaned in, my gaze drawn to the back of his neck just inside his shirt collar. I imagined gently running my fingers down the trail of wiry black hairs I saw. The texture would feel like wool as it spread down across his shoulders. I studied the hair on his wrists, leading from under his shirt cuffs across the back of strong, masculine hands as he jotted notes on my tags. Even his scent was sexy. Old-fashioned cologne I couldn’t quite place, mixed with his natural musky, manly scent both soothed and exhilarated me. I inhaled slowly trying to make the moment last.

He tilted his face up to me and paused. I wondered if he was reading my thoughts as he smiled, catching me again with those beautiful green eyes. I wanted to grab him and stick my tongue down his throat. His thick mustache was just waiting for me to gnaw on it. ‘Steady, boy,’ I thought to myself.

Gesturing to a nearby bench he said, ‘Why not have a seat there, Sir? It’ll be a bit warmer in the sunlight. I can take these to your cabin, and have everything ready by the time you’re aboard.’ ‘Sure, that will be great,’ I said. In my desire to make a good impression, I wanted to help by moving my cart closer to the train, but he cut me off. He gently but firmly caught my wrist with his right hand while taking the cart handle with his left. He had a stronger grip than I’d imagined. ‘Take your time. We don’t depart for another 40 minutes,’ he said, releasing my wrist to shake my hand. ‘It’s no trouble,’ he assured me before I could voice any objection. Still smiling, he gave my hand an extra squeeze.

As he turned to go I realized I’d stopped breathing. I exhaled slowly watching his retreat, remembering his gorgeous, piercing eyes and warm smile. What had seemed like just a cute, older guy across the platform turned out to be a seriously hot daddy for which I was developing a major hard-on. Watching him head off down the platform, I sighed and turned to find his sunny bench.

I enjoyed passing the time by watching him work. At first, I thought that seeing how he interacted with the other passengers would give me an opportunity to learn about my co-travelers. Then I realized that all I was doing was fantasizing about him being naked. How much of that fur, if any, spread across the rest of him? Did being short of stature mean he had a small dick or was he one of ‘nature’s surprises’ like I’d met once or twice? I really wanted a chance to find answers to these questions, but knew it wasn’t likely to happen.

That evening, after a very good meal in the dining car, I began the walk back to my cabin. I saw him at the other end of a narrow corridor. Slowing as we approached each other, we exchanged pleasantries. ‘Hello again’, I said as we came up to each other. ‘Hi there! Did you enjoy dinner?’ he asked. ‘Oh, yes. It was great.’ ‘Good’. It was clear he was on his way somewhere, so I stepped back against one wall to let him by. It turned into to a moment I’d never forget. Not only did he fail to avoid brushing against me as he squeezed past, but he made a point of slowing down and actually pushing his ass into me as he slid by. There was a relaxed feeling to his butt muscles against my crotch. I immediately went hard. I don’t think I’d ever gone fully erect that fast. Ever. I didn’t even know a guy could. After he slid past me he looked over his shoulder and smiled. This wasn’t one of his professional ‘have a nice day’ smiles. No. There was a distinct twinkle in his eye. He continued down the corridor leaving me standing there staring after him. ‘I’ll be checking on you around 8:30 to make sure everything’s to your liking’ he said without looking back. ‘Fine’, I replied with a dazed grin. I continued down the corridor, trying to smooth out the bulge he’d left in my pants.

At 8:30 there was a light rap on my cabin door. (The conductor was punctual, of course.) I opened it to find those sexy green eyes looking at me has he flashed that warm smile again. ‘Everything alright, sir?’ He asked. He spoke loud enough to sound businesslike. ‘Yes, fine. Thank you.’ I replied just as loud. I was enjoying the role-play, particularly as it was real. I stepped back hoping he’d follow me in to the cabin. The conductor did a quick check up and down the corridor. There was no one around to see as he entered.

While stepping in he closed and locked the door in a single motion. We fell into an embrace, sharing a long passionate kiss. We began frantically pulling off our clothes. I didn’t know if he was eager or just didn’t have much time to ‘fraternize with the passengers’ before continuing on with his chores, but he wasn’t waiting for any conversation. I certainly didn’t mind.

As his shirt came off I saw that, though not quite as hairy as some of the ‘bears’ I liked to see, there was plenty of body hair to enjoy. His forearms were particularly hairy leading to those masculine hands I’d admired earlier. The black and white fur on his chest hung like moss on a branch. It continued down his stomach, getting darker and thicker until it ended in a black bush above his rising cock.

This time I wanted to be the one to offer service so I quickly dropped to my knees and took his dick in my hands. His uncut rod had a thickness that filled my mouth nicely has I slid my lips over it and took it in down to its base. He exhaled slowly as he stood there, his hands on my shoulders. I could smell that old fashioned cologne again along with his natural musk. My tongue worked his fully erect shaft as I moved slowly up and down. I pulled up again to enjoy a good look at his knob. I exposed the rest of its head, sliding back his foreskin and licked around the tip.

I pushed him toward the bed and he sat down. He leaned back and spread his legs wide allowing me better access. I held his foreskin back, again working my tongue around his dickhead. My other hand was feeling the hair on his balls. They were much larger and heavier than I’d expected. I thought about what his load might taste like.

I took his dick in my hands, stroking up and down as I worked my tongue to down under his nuts. I gnawed gently here and there, slowing the pace of my stroking on his dick. He moaned a bit, then a bit more.

After a delicious minute or two he suddenly exhaled, ‘No!’ I was nearly knocked over as he jumped up. He was getting too close, too soon so I paused and waited for his cue. Whatever he wanted next, I was going to do my best to please him; not that I didn’t have ideas of my own.

Earlier in the day I’d fantasized about what it’d be like to fuck him. Those fantasies were about to be realized, as he turned around knelt on the bed with his butt now at my eye level. I set in quickly on eating his ass. Making my tongue wide and flat, I covered his hole and licked long, broad strokes up and down his crack. Starting low against the base of his balls and on up to where his crack ended at his tailbone, I continued slowly moving up then down again. He moaned deep and low. I could tell he was enjoying it as he squirmed a bit, pushing his ass back into my face.

Using my hands to spread his checks, I looked at his waiting hole. The dark ring that surrounded the portal to ecstasy was wet with my saliva. I stared licking in circles around his hole. He continued to push back into me. I slid my tongue in to his warm canal and continued to work my way in until I couldn’t get my tongue in any further. He continued moaning as I worked my tongue in and around. I felt him start to relax even more. He leaned forward laying his forehead on his folded arms, tipping his ass up a bit.

He was breathing heavily when I finally stood up. He looked back without saying anything, but his sexy green-eyed gaze told me he was ready for me to stick my cock in. I worked up some spit in my mouth, transferred it to my fingers, and spread it around my fully erect cock. I set the tip against his hole and paused: this was the moment I wanted to last forever.

I leaned in without shoving, just keeping my dick pressed against his hole. I felt his ass start to relax. The more it relaxed the more my dick edged in. As the head of my dick slipped in he gasped. He was pretty tight, and I didn’t want to hurt him. I tried to keep the pressure constant while letting him take me in at his own pace, leaning back in to me. I heard him gasp again so I pulled back. He leaned forward without letting me pull out, but enough to let off the pressure.

His breathing leveled out and he started to push back again. I slid back in, going only a bit deeper than before. Keeping it all rather shallow, I began to slowly fuck him. I worked it back and forth, in and out as his tight ass relaxed further. Putting his hands against the wall, he raised up and pushed ass back and down on my dick. It was time to go in all the way. I listened to his long slow intake of breath as I slowly pushed until my bush was pressed flat against his ass. ‘Yes’, he moaned as he reached back to pull me against him, making sure I was all of the way in.

It looked so hot to see his salt-n-pepper hair, the fur on his shoulders and back with traces going all the way down to the ass my cock was now firmly buried in. I pulled out and pushed back in. Out and back, maintaining a slow steady rhythm. He turned back to face me again and I leaned forward to kiss him. We held the kiss as I worked his ass. He turned back to the wall and moaned as I continued; now moving a bit quicker.

Every so often he would squeeze my dick with his ass muscles. He rocked left and right, spreading his legs a bit wider. I continued to pick up the pace. My fucking worked up to a solid rhythm, my balls occasionally slapping against him. I almost laughed to realize that we’d settled in to a grove that kept time with the train’s motion. The rhythm of the wheels clacking over the tracks matched our pumping.

He began moaning low. It was very quiet, but with an encouraging note. As I continued to fuck him his moaning grew louder. His ass felt so good that I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. ‘You O.K.?’ I managed, panting heavily. ‘Yes, yes I’m fine’, he breathed. ‘I’m getting very close’, I said, making it clear that if we didn’t change course soon I was going to shoot my load. ‘Uh huh’, was his only reply. I was about to pop. He pushed back hard in to me. That was my cue to go for it. It was only another three or four strokes before I slammed up against him and held myself there, my dick in him as deep as it could get. ‘Oh!’ I gasped as my cock began to throb, pumping my load into his ass. My head spun and my vision went blurry. He was moaning and rocking, his warm hole enveloping my throbbing cock. ‘Yes! Yessss…,’ he said, ending in a whisper.

As my cock’s throbbing lessened and I started to go soft I reach around and under to jack him off, but he gently pushed my hand away. ‘No, that’s O.K.’, he said. My head was spinning too much to protest, so I slowly pulled out and stepped back. He stayed kneeling laying his head back down on his arms. I stared at his hole; now visibly open wider than when I’d first gone down on it. I could see traces of my sperm, and I watched the hole pulsing in sync with his breathing.

After resting a moment he got up off the bed and went to my water closet. He took some tissue from the roll and made a bit of a wad. He placed it at his hole as he pulled his underpants back on. I sat down on the bed and watched, as he got dressed. I felt a bit guilty that he didn’t have an orgasm after the incredible experience I’d just had. He smiled, never saying a word as he prepared to leave. He bent down and kissed me, then silently exited my cabin.

Turning to lay back on my bed, I sighed, listening to the sound of the wheels on the track. I slowly drifted off to sleep and dreamt of my handsome train conductor.

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After I was finished fucking Chris, I reached up and down and released his restraints. Then I stripped off the gloves and threw them to the side. But I just lay there, my dong eight and a half inches up Chris’s ass and my arms and legs closely enclosing his, for a half hour or more. Chris lay quietly within my grasp, his breath becoming more and more regular. He probably was fearful of what I’d do if he started to move away from me. When I’d begun to cramp, I left him and went into the bathroom to shower off.

Remorse and embarrassment flooded into me as I stood under the shower, letting the cool water sluice the musk of deep sex off me. I was sure Chris would be gone when I returned. I tried to remember the content of my e-mail exchanges with him, searching for evidence that I had gone beyond the bounds we had previously discussed. I liked Chris’and he had submitted to me totally. I was ashamed that I might have hurt him or taken him beyond the limits of his expectations. I know that I had caused him physical pain. But from what I could tell, this was part of the thrill of being an S&M bottom. Perhaps most of all, he had turned me on. He had met my needs. I was afraid I’d gone too far and that maybe neither he nor anyone else could meet my needs without being harmed themselves.

As these thoughts were eating me and water was sluicing down my body and into the shower drain, the shower stall door was thrust open, and there Chris stood, still naked from the earlier sex.

Oh, no, I thought. We’re going to have a confrontation, and here I am, wet and trapped in this shower.

‘That was great! I’ve never felt a dick as fully in me before,’ he exclaimed. He brought his hands around from his back. He held the leather restraints in one hand and a condom packet and the lubricant tube in the other. ‘Can you do me again? Are you recharged enough yet?’

Surprise, surprise. My worry was for naught.

I exited the shower, and Chris rubbed me off with a towel, paying extra attention to my cock and balls. Then he opened the condom packet and rolled the sheath onto my engorging cock and lubed me down. He headed back toward the bedroom, but I took his arm and kept him in the bathroom. I put his hands back into the restraints and led him over to the toilet. Making him kneel on the toilet lid, I tied his hands up to a towel rack above the toilet. Then I tied off his ankles, so he wouldn’t instinctively try to widen his leg stance while I was fucking him. I couldn’t maximize my pleasure without his ass being tight. I then lubed up the fingers of one hand, and standing behind him above the toilet seat, I lubed his asshole. During this process, I fanned the palm of the other hand on his belly and leaned over and nuzzled the crook of his neck with my lips. He turned his head toward mine and we kissed deeply, as my lubed fingers found his prostate and my other hand moved to stroking his cock and rolling and squeezing his balls.

I stroked his cock until he came, and then I moved in, covering him with my body, my legs pressing his thighs together and my arms wrapped around his torso, one hand going to his nipples and the other to his belly and cock, getting close in, squeezing myself into him the way I liked it. My teeth pressed into the side of his neck, as I entered his ass. He trembled under me in a mixture of anticipation, pain, and pleasure as my eight and a half inches plowed their way toward the center of him. My skittish little thoroughbred racehorse. This time he was very vocal, telling me that I was filling and stretching him to the limit in the most incredible fucking he’d ever had. Grunting and groaning, and sighing and moaning, and screaming for me to fuck his brains out.

He was incredibly tight, just the way I wanted it. When I had plowed him to the hilt, I started to pump him’slowly and deeply at first, and then with longer strokes. His ass walls came alive, their muscles undulating over my tightly encased cock as it stroked in and out. And it was so much better now than before, knowing that he wanted it this way too. After I’d cum in three separate gushes, I just sort of collapsed on top of him as he was draped over the toilet, but I heard no objection from him. He was loving the close embrace as much as I did.

After several minutes, we showered together, in a close embrace under the streaming water. He took my cock in both of his hands, and, incredibly, it was coming to life again. I did him there, for a third time, without restraints and without lube or condom, skin rubbing against undulating ass walls. He now understood my need for closeness and tightness and control, and he now just let me push him into the corner of the shower stall, the water raining down on us and running over us, as I put my hands under his hips, with him facing me, and lifted his body and lowered his pelvis onto my fat, long skewer. He wrapped his legs tightly around my hips and buttocks, holding me close into his tight ass canal, his arms wrapped tightly around my neck, our heaving chests nipple to nipple and belly to belly, and he held still as I pumped him until he had shot cum up my belly between my pecs and I had cum once more, bareback, eight and a half inches up his ass.

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