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Last night, in a very vivid dream, I think I said my final goodbye to my first lover.  I could be mistaken, though.

He has been dead for a few years, though I didn’t know that until about 6 months ago.   There had been a few random times over the decades where he looked me up on social media or found my phone number or email address through an internet search, but the last contact we had was just a “hello, was thinking of you” more than 10 years ago after I had relocated across the country.

I had decided to google him when I saw an online discussion asking, “Do you google your ex?”  If I hadn’t seen that, I have no doubt that I would have remained ignorant of what happened to him.  I saw that he died in May, 2020.  The brief online obituary that was the first hit through the search engine did not give a cause of death, though it mentioned he was cremated. I assumed that he might have been an early casualty of COVID-19 because of the timing. 

I was genuinely shocked by my lack of reaction at the time.  I could have been reading the nutritional information on a box of dried noodles for all the emotion that news of his death stirred in me.  While it had been long ago, our relationship had once been intense.

I was 19 when we met and began a highly emotional and highly sexed affair.  We had talked about permanent commitments and even adoption of a child to take place when we were both out of college.  We each were the first man the other ever bottomed for, though we had each topped someone else before.

 I’ll never be entirely sure why he decided to stop being with me, but he made his decision.  At the time, it could have not have been more unexpected, especially since he continued to mention love and have sex with me to within minutes of his deciding to break up with me.  If a heart can break, mine did.

I wouldn’t say that I ever forgave him for what he did that day – or other thoughtless and inconsiderate things he did in the days, weeks, and months afterward – but I eventually moved on past the pain.  I made connections with other men over the years, though none of those relationships were as passionate as what I had felt with my first lover.  There is never anything quite like the first headlong rush when you throw yourself into a relationship when you don’t know how devastating it can be if it ends.  With enough time and distance, you occasionally remember the joy of the mutual emotions and obsessions you shared with each other.

Six months after I learned of his death, I began thinking about him in a way that I hadn’t done in decades.  It seemed that he was always in my thoughts.  If I were the type to believe in spirits or ghosts, I might have suspected that his had come to seek me out.  Because I was thinking of him so much and remembering the feelings I once had for him, I decided to dig deeper and try to find out exactly how he had died.  Due to his cremation, there was no way I could send flowers to his grave as a token of my remembrance, but perhaps finding out for sure what happened could give me some closure.

I eventually discovered that he and another died in an early morning house fire.  To me, that might be the most horrible way to die.  At one time, when the pain he caused me was still raw, I might have wished briefly that something like that would have happened to him.  Not after so much time had passed, though. 

When we had been together, he had professed a (superficial, I suspected) belief in reincarnation.  He would say how souls would return after death and seek out others with whom they had formed a strong connection.  You don’t carry the memories consciously, but you would recognize people from other lives and gravitate towards them.  If you had harmed them in a previous life, you would try to atone for that in the next – or the other person would try to balance the scales by hurting you back.

I considered this to be a bit of nonsense, but it was hard not to recognize the romantic aspect of it.  It explained, in a corny kind of way, the fast and intense emotions we felt for each other.  Even if things did not work out in this life, maybe there was a chance that people could still make a go of it the next time around.

In my dream last night, I was in front of an unfamiliar door, but somehow I knew where I was. I opened it, and there he was standing behind a table with his back to me.  He turned and looked at me.  His face lit up into a smile that I instantly recognized.  He was not quite as I remembered him, but there was no doubt it was him.  We talked briefly before we fell into each other’s arms.  We had sex, with him on top riding me, and we both climaxed.  I was very conscious that this was happening in a dream, which is unusual for me.  He seemed very much alive, though.

I remember that soon after, someone came into the room to fix something in a closet about the heating or water heater, and my ex moved just outside the door through which I had entered.  He asked me to go with him.  I went to the door and reached out for his hands.

“I can’t,” I remember saying with some regret.  “You’re dead.”  And I wasn’t.

He had no obvious emotional reaction to this statement in my dream, though I think there might have been a trace of disappointment in his face.  Then, he reached out his arms and pulled me into a hug.  I buried my head into his shoulder and turned my head to face his neck.  I could feel the stubble from his chin on my cheek.  Remembering that he had said he believed in a form of reincarnation when we were together, I asked, “Will you wait for me?”

I don’t remember him answering, but we remained in each other’s arms for a moment longer.  Then I was groggily awake, feeling a mixture of peace and sadness.  I remember trying to hold the thought of him in my mind as I attempted to go back to sleep.  I ran through the dream multiple times, hoping that I could pick it up where I left off.  As is usually the case, though, when you “try” to sleep, I was not able to drift off again.  Eventually, I got out of bed.

After I had woken up and sat at my computer, I decided to try one last search to see if I could get any more information on how he died.  For some reason, the first result on a search today unearthed a news item that had not previously come up.  His cause of death was officially smoke inhalation.  I’m cynical and experienced enough to realize that doesn’t mean that he did not feel the fire, but it also could mean that he died in his sleep before it could get to him.  I think I would choose to believe the latter, even if it might be a little more optimistic than I might otherwise be.

Did he actually come to me in my dream last night?  If I believed in spirits or ghosts, I might think that.

Was the dream last night just my brain trying to reconcile long-buried feelings for this man who once hurt me deeply but whom I can now never see again?  Logic would suggest this is more likely.

Was he right about souls coming back and seeking each other out in the next life?  I don’t know of any evidence to support that, but I won’t deny there is still a certain allure to that thought.

If he was right, will he wait for me until this life ends for me so that we can begin again together?  In my dream, he did not answer.  I do distinctly remember, though, that he did not let me go in my dream.  He held onto me. 

I don’t know what kind of response that might be – if it even was one.  Did the fact that he did not say anything mean that he was moving on to his next life?  Did the fact that he continued to hold me mean that he would wait until I was ready to move on with him?  This was, after all, a dream.  I guess I won’t find out unless there is a “next time around.” 

If I dream of him again tonight and he asks me to come with him, would I?  Given another chance, I think I might.

All characters are eighteen years old and a week away from high school graduation.

I’m in a tuxedo, eating my steak with a French name that I’m sure I mispronounced while ordering, when a shoeless foot worms its way under my left pant leg. Toes are suddenly gliding up my shin. Geometry wasn’t my strongest subject, but my date is sitting right next to me. Of the seven people I’m at this table with, it is least likely, based on angles and accessibility, that the intruding foot belongs to her. I survey the faces that surround me for a clue, but they all remain inscrutable. My cheeks flush a crimson red as the foot rises as high as the fabric of my rented pants will allow. The toes give one more wiggle and then the foot slides back down my shin before disappearing.

How did I even get to this place and time? I figured prom night would come and go while I stayed at home like the lame loser most people think I am. High school is almost over and I’ve never even been on a date. Prom is a night for couples and that rules me out. I really didn’t want to go alone and hang out by a big bowl of spiked punch while the rest of my friends danced with someone special. My parents thought I should go. Senior Prom is one of life’s big moments, my mom told me. Right. Except I don’t have anyone meaningful to share it with. I never have.

But I do have a group of friends; there are eight of us. It was way back in the third grade when Chris, Keith and I (Timmy) were all grouped together for the science fair. Our project was a disaster, but we became friends and stayed close all these years. Keith has a never-ending schedule of family obligations filling his weekends, so Chris and I had like a million sleepovers without him. Chris and I becoming best friends was a no-brainer. Keith never had any hard feelings and we always included him whenever he was around.

It was freshman year of high school when Keith’s cousin Ricky moved here to West Virginia from Chicago. Ricky had to start high school in a new state knowing only his cousin, which sucked, so we understood when Keith invited Ricky into our group and our trio became a quartet. Ricky was a nice guy, but he and I only ever connected within the group. We never had any one-on-one time and I kind of didn’t know him as an individual. Whenever the four of us were together and Chis and Keith would happen to leave the room at the same time, there would be this heavy awkward silence between us that lasted all the way until our other friends returned. I never understood why but that’s just how it was between us.

By the second half of sophomore year, we were all sixteen and allowed by our parents to date. That didn’t seem to mean much to Ricky and I, but Chris and Keith both found girlfriends immediately. It wasn’t surprising. They’re both good looking guys and they seem to have a natural charm that Ricky and I were  not graced with. Their girlfriends, Tracy and Becky, each have best friends – Paige and Sarah. So, for more than two years now, the eight of us have become a tight crew.

I initially thought I’d resent the unplanned addition of the four girls to our friend group, but the truth is, the four girls are actually pretty awesome. We all just clicked immediately, which is something that to this day hasn’t happened between Ricky and I. I never felt bitter about Chris and Keith having girlfriends because through it all, Chris is first and always my best friend. And despite having had the same girlfriend for more than two years now, he always makes special time for me. I love him for that. I try not to think about how graduation is in a week and going off to different colleges in different states looms ahead of us in just a few months. We’ve been best friends for nine years. It’s easy to say that we always will be, but who knows if it’s true? Who knows where life will take us?

So, two months ago, Chris campaigned hard for me to ask Paige to go to prom. I thought he was joking. It would be ridiculously weird. Paige is my friend. Going to prom with her would feel like dancing with my sister. But Chris wouldn’t let it go.

“Who knows how many more times we’ll all get to hang out? Come on, dude. All eight of us will be there. Dinner before, sleepovers after… Keith is getting Ricky to ask Sarah so it’ll be all eight of us like always. We’ll just be paired up in four couples.”

He played the best-friend-guilt card to perfection. He’s always been there for me, so I of course will do this for him. It made my parents thrilled. Not every kid dates in high school, and while they’d never say it out loud, I think they were starting to get a little worried about me. They have no idea.

So, I rented a tux with a bow tie and cummerbund that perfectly matched Paige’s dress. I spent an hour getting ready, restyling my hair four times. It was either too spiky or not spiky enough before I got it just right. After embarrassing photo sessions with all eight sets of parents, the eight of us all fit perfectly into one stretch limo. We went out to a steakhouse and sat at one large round table, eating fancy food that was nothing like the burgers and fries we usually shared as a group.

And now here we are. As we eat, I consider my date for the night. Paige is a sweet girl. Tracy told me a few months back that she had a sneaking suspicion that Paige had a secret crush on someone. When she teased her about it, Paige would not say who it was or even admit it was true. But is it? Am I ruining her prom night? By agreeing to go with me did she sacrifice following her heart? If anyone else asked her, she didn’t tell me. Just because my heart’s not in it doesn’t mean this night doesn’t mean something to her. For her sake, I really should commit to the role. The boys in this school are idiots for not asking her. She should not have been available to be my friend-date. I know she doesn’t expect that she and I will become a couple after tonight, but still. I can step up and make tonight memorable for her.

I’m pretty sure that Ricky and Sarah are in the same boat; convinced by dating best friends Keith and Becky to come to prom as a couple. We’re all friends and we’ll have a good time, but this is prom. It’s not just another casual hangout. I’m wearing rented shoes, but they’re not from the bowling alley with a big red “10.5” on the heel. This is not just a movie or another lame party either. It’s prom. It should be dope.

I snap out of my daze when Keith says to me, “Timmy, didn’t you tell me you’re going to Champlain in Vermont?”

I nod.

“Did you know that Ricky is too? That’s cool. You already have a college friend and you haven’t even started yet. Maybe you two should room together.”

Ricky and I only work in a group dynamic setting. It’s kind of an unspoken thing that all eight of us are aware of. Without some combination of the other six present, he and I would be strangers.

Ricky answers Keith for me, “I don’t think freshmen get to have a say in the matter. You go where you’re told to go.”

Chris says, “But still. You’ll both be there. I wish one of the seven of you was going to my school.”

“College is a big place,” I say. “Nothing like high school in a small town. Ricky and I might never see each other.”

The shoeless foot returns to molest my leg again.

~~

The actual dance is in the school gym. Cheap decorations and awkward parental chaperones do little to camouflage the fact that this is still the gym. A house of horrors. I have a flashback of team basketball games. Shirts versus skins. Why was I always on skins? Seriously? Every freaking time. I think the gym teacher was targeting me, but why? I was never a musclebound, iron-pumping kind of a guy. I had nothing special to show off. But every day Mr. Stone would look me right in the eye, point and say, “Timmy, skins”. By the odds alone, it should have evened out. It never did. I don’t know why I even bothered putting a shirt on for gym class. Within minutes I was always told to strip it off.

Forcing high school boys to play team sports shirtless is borderline child abuse, but the real abuse came in the humid smelly locker room afterward. Pushing, shoving, name-calling, towel snapping and general humiliation. And the presence of a male gym teacher in the locker room – Mr. Stone – who never intervened, was more creepy than preventative. I will not miss high school.

Paige and I dance to Take My Breath Away, I’ve Had the Time of My Life and I Want To Know What Love Is. At some point we trade partners one dance at a time until the couples end up all back together again. Fancy clothes, too much hairspray and overdoses of perfume and cologne almost (but don’t quite) mask the lingering scent of sweat and feet in the air. If a room ever needed better ventilation, this is it. Eventually, we disperse and the bigger group is no more. Paige excuses herself to the restroom and I drift over to the punchbowl. Standing here, I realize that my fear has come true; it’s just me and the damn punchbowl. I don’t think the punch is spiked, but it still tastes like shit.

Billy, a kid I know from Spanish class, sidles up to me and says, “I thought you two were just friends?”

“Paige?” I look at Billy but I can’t see his eyes. He’s wearing Ray-Ban sunglasses. Inside. At night. I want to tell him that Corey Heart was like forever ago and he looks like an idiot. But, he’s an idiot who also happens to be one of the few decent guys in this school, so instead I say, “We are.”

He shakes his head, “Is that what she thinks? I asked her to prom long before you did and she turned me down. And I wasn’t the first one either. She said ‘yes’ to you.” He gives my arm a play-punch and leaves me standing there.

Shit. I am going to end up hurting her. Why would she turn down real offers and say yes to me? I can’t really be her secret crush, can I?

I realize that it’s been about fifteen minutes and Paige has not returned. I know she drank some punch earlier, maybe it is spiked. But now that I think about it, I haven’t seen any of my friends in a long time. When one finally appears, it’s not my date. It’s Chris.

My best friend’s smile envelopes his face when he sees me, like it has for nine years now. He puts a hand on my shoulder and says, “Take a walk with me.”

“Where’s Tracy?”

“Hanging with Keith and Becky. She knows I’ll be right back.”

He sneaks us out the gym doors and leads us down the hall, dimly lit by scattered emergency lights.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“To your prom.” He grins at me.

“Umm, where have we been so far?”

“So far we’ve been to everyone else’s prom. Now it’s your turn.” He hooks his arm around my shoulders as we walk down the hall and past the cafeteria.

“Chris, I can’t just abandon Paige.”

He sighs, “I didn’t twist your arm into asking Paige to prom for my benefit. I mean, sure, it’s cool that my best friend is here and all, but I did it for you. You deserve a memorable night as much as anyone.”

We are now standing in front of the closed choir room door. Chris is not only in the choir, but he is a trusted section leader. The teacher gave him a copy of the key as he sometimes runs after school practices. He takes the key out of his pocket and turns to me before inserting it into the lock.

Paige disappeared a while ago. What has Chris cooked up here? Is she on the other side of this door expecting some romantic alone time, just the two of us? I say, “Umm, Chris…”

“Timmy, you’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember.” He looks me hard in the eyes, “I know you like no one else. I mean…I really know.”

I swallow. What does he think he knows? He sees that I’m starting to tremble and sweat.

His smile fades and he turns serious. “If I ever did or said anything that made you think you couldn’t tell me…” he trails off.

Suddenly I’m no longer afraid that Paige is on the other side of the door. Now I put my hand on his shoulder, but I have no words. I could have told Chris. I should have told Chris. I just didn’t want to weird him out. But neither of us have actually said the words yet and I am still only 90% certain that he means what I think he means. So, I remain quiet and nervous as he says, “Your prom is right this way.”

He sticks the key in the door and it swings open. With his hand on the small of my back, he guides me inside first and he closes the door behind us. The room appears to be empty, but then a shadow moves in the dark corner. A figure emerges from behind the risers and my heartrate kicks up as I recognize the walk, the posture, the wavy windblown hair… He’s finally out of the shadows and Ricky’s smiling face is revealed.

My cheeks are burning red. I turn to Chris with misty eyes but it’s him who says, “Dude, you’re gonna make me cry.”

I hug the shit out of him, “Not telling you was never… Look, you were always gonna be the first one…”

He gives me a strong squeeze then breaks us apart, “There’s plenty of time for us to talk later. Right now I figure you two have about a half an hour for your own private prom.”

“What about Paige and Sarah?” I ask.

“They’re fine. They’re together in the theatre. The last thing they’re worried about right now is the two of you.”

“They…?” I feel like I’m playing catch-up here, but puzzle pieces are beginning to fall into place. Paige has had a crush on someone for a while now, but we never knew who the object of her desires was. She didn’t turn down Billy and countless other guys because she wanted to experience prom with her friend Timmy. I, Timmy, was her cover story. Her beard. Just like she was for me – except I wasn’t in on this little secret plan. Chris, Keith, Tracy and Becky orchestrated all of this. I stammer, “So Paige and Sarah…”

“Yes, you clueless idiot.” Chris shakes his head. “Why do you think you two guys are wearing matching ties?”

“Because we matched our dates,” I say in realization.

Chris nods, “Your dates who both happen to be wearing teal dresses. Matching teal dresses. Coincidence? I think not.”

He slips a cassette into the boombox that’s sitting on the piano. He presses play and True Colors fills the room. My arms tingle with goosebumps. Chris gives me a one-handed shove and I stumble closer to Ricky.

Chris says, “I think I know what I know, but I’m gonna need some confirmation here. Kiss him and prove to me that this is real. That it wasn’t all for nothing.”

Who am I to deny my best friend his wish? I give Ricky a PG-13 kiss and Chris hoots. “Oh my god! You guys are too cute! I think I might barf!”

All three of us laugh.

Chris grabs the door handle, “You two are not locked in, but the rest of the world is locked out. Thirty minutes. You have until the end of the tape. When the songs run out, your time is up. Meet the rest of us back at our table in the gym.” He slips out and we can see the thumb-lock turn as he locks the door from the outside.

True Colors ends and Never Surrender begins. I look at my friend. My friend who I hardly know outside of the group. Or, the guy I used to hardly know. I reach out my hand and he takes it. The sensation is electric.

Ricky…

~~

Three months earlier.

I was struggling in my Calculus class. Actually, we all were. The teacher, Mr. Byers (who happened to look like Santa Claus) was awful. It was his last year before retirement, but he should have already been gone. Everyone was failing his class, so he was forced to grade on a curve. Even still, I was only getting a “C”. And so was Ricky. He and I were the only two of our octet who were in that class. Neither of us could risk a failing grade so close to graduation.

So, Ricky invited me to come over to his house to study and work on our homework problems together. Despite being sort-of-friends for more than three years, I’d never been to his house. He’d only been to mine when our other friends were there too. I was a little nervous. For my part, the weird friendship vibe thing between us had nothing to do with me liking him any less than the others. It had everything to do with how seeing him and being near him made me feel. I would get unexplainable odd flutters. Ricky was freaking cute, that was an undeniable fact, but why did his cuteness make my stomach do somersaults? From the age I first started “noticing” people, those people were always boys. It was in my DNA. It was who I was, like it or not. And while I could find something cute in almost any and every boy, none of them ever made me feel the tingles that Ricky made me feel. I didn’t know why he made me tingle. He wasn’t the cutest at any one thing but when all of his cute parts were put together into one beautiful boy, it was magic.

So I didn’t understand it for a long time. And then one day my genius brain figured it out: I’m gay and I like Ricky. I felt guilty. Like I was bad, or at least wrong. Maybe if I lived in New York or San Francisco or something, then who knows? But here in Nowhere Town West Virginia? Gay people aren’t real here. I must not be real. But the electricity in the air when he entered a room sure felt real. And right.

I walked to his house with him after school and neither of us said a word the whole way. Once there, he offered me a soda, but I declined. We headed up to his bedroom and he closed and locked his door. His modest room was clean enough, but it smelled like boy. Not in a bad way; I loved it. It was a potpourri of a leather baseball mitt, books, cheap cologne and sneakers. It was wonderfully intoxicating.

His desk was small. He offered it to me and he sat on his bed after spilling out the contents of his backpack. We set about the business of figuring out how to do our homework problems. Despite the incompetence of the teacher, Ricky and I are both reasonably intelligent students and eventually, it started to make sense. He tried to get comfortable doing his work on the bed. I watched in mesmerized silence as he languidly rolled into numerous positions, none of which completely satisfied him. He’d lie on his back with socked feet against the wall above his headboard. He’d roll on his side and prop his head up with his wrist. He’d flop on his stomach and lean on his elbows with the smooth skin of his side above his hip bone exposed as his shirt rode up higher each time he twisted positions. I offered to sit on the floor so he could have his desk back. He scoffed and assured me that he was raised to have manners. His guest would have the chair.

We were down to our last problem when Ricky ran out of room in his notebook. He had a blank one on the shelf above his desk. The whole time we worked, my back had been to the desk with my own notebook in my lap so we could talk and work through this shit together. Ricky rose from the bed and stood right in front of me. He had to stretch and reach in order to snag the notebook. When he did so, I couldn’t help but notice that the bottom button of his shirt had come undone, probably during all of his fidgeting on the bed. I was getting teased by the beautiful sight of stretched out taught skin, smooth, vulnerable and only inches from my face. I never knew a lower abdomen could be so…tempting, arousing…sexy. I desperately wanted to touch it. I wanted to make it quiver. I wanted to give it goosebumps. I wanted to lick it. Suddenly my crotch was threatening the seams of my jeans.

And then he lost his balance. I had to catch him to stop him from falling on me. My hands flew up to his waist and I steadied him as I grabbed the bare skin beneath his billowing shirt. I had just been fantasizing about stroking the teasing strip of sensitive skin above his waistband, but now I was gripping his soft warmth in wonderment as I realized my wish had come true.

He giggled, “Sorry, Timmy. I’m not usually so clumsy. Or so ticklish.” He giggled again and I realized that despite the fact that he wasn’t falling anymore, I hadn’t let go of him. And I was kind of squeezing. Oops. I reluctantly let my hands drop limply, but my dick was the farthest thing from limp.

He tossed the notebook on his bed but remained just inches in front of me. He dropped to his knees and we were eye-level with each other. He moved in close so our noses were three inches apart. Our eyes were locked. He said, “Your eyes. They’re two different colors. I noticed years ago, the first time we met, but this is my first look up close. They’re fascinating.”

I gulped stupidly and wordlessly. I have a blue eye and a green eye. It’s by far the most interesting thing about me. Otherwise, I find the man in the mirror to be boring. Whenever someone notices, it becomes a whole conversation. Soon, everyone around is staring at my eyes. It usually ends up with me turning crimson red in embarrassment from the intense scrutiny and unwanted attention. But right at that particular moment, most of the blood in my body was concentrated on my raging hardon. Blushing was not an option.

Ricky took my chin between his thumb and index finger and tilted my head, “They’re amazing.” I fought to not look away.

I swallowed, “I’ve never seen eyes like yours before either. They’re grey. Most people have brown or blue or hazel eyes. Yours are totally awesome. I’d trade with you any day.”

He laughed and let go of my chin, but remained kneeling in front of me. He picked my right foot up off the floor and set it in his lap as he sat back on his heels. “I forgot to mention that this is a no-shoes house. My mistake.” He tugged at my shoelace and untied my white Nike high-top sneaker. He did so slowly, like this was a moment to cherish. He wrapped one hand around my calf and the other around the heel of my shoe. He pulled in opposing directions and my foot slid out free. I can obviously take my own shoes off, but somehow, in that moment, I was frozen still.

I was quickly unfrozen when Ricky began stroking my freshly freed foot up and down my sole. He mentioned that he was ticklish just a minute ago. Me too. I got real nervous, real fast. But he didn’t tickle me. He gently rubbed, caressed and massaged my foot. Like a complete idiot, I sat there saying nothing, save for a few embarrassing moans of pleasure. When he switched and pulled off my left high-top, a big humiliating hole in my sock at the ball of my foot was revealed. Ricky grinned and slipped his finger inside, swirling around my arch on the bare skin. That did tickle and I tried to wrench my foot away, but he grabbed me by the calf and held on tight.

“Sorry,” he said. “That was way too tempting. I couldn’t resist.” He smiled again.

And I couldn’t resist his smile. It made me feel like a blob of jelly, lolling in his desk chair. When he finished my left foot’s massage, he set my foot down and knelt upright again. Once more we were eye to eye. He raised a hand and glided his knuckles gently down the side of my face. I began to tremble and he took my hands in his. My hands were clammy. His were warm and dry. He said, “Take a breath.”

I inhaled and it felt good. I hadn’t realized that I’d stopped breathing. Fortunately, Ricky did. He squeezed my hands, “Timmy, this is a safe space. You can do anything you want here. You can do everything you want here. You can also put your shoes back on and walk out of my room and out of my house. The choice is yours, though I really hope you don’t choose the latter.”

I took in another deep breath and my shaking subsided. I smiled at the cute boy kneeling in front of me between my knees as I continued to hog his desk chair. I straightened my back, grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him even closer still. I was more than a little surprised by my own boldness. I guess I’d chosen. He matched my smile and my heart skipped several beats. Our noses were three inches apart. Then two inches. One inch. None. And then he kissed me.

Wow, did he taste good. He wasn’t minty fresh or anything; he was just Ricky. He tasted exactly like I imagined he might, and surprisingly different at the same time. At first, it was just lips. Small pecks that slowly evolved into lingering grazes and nibbles. Then little licks. He licked my lips then I licked his. He kissed my nose, then I kissed his nose and his chin. He kissed my chin and cheek and I kissed his cheek and his forehead. He kissed my forehead and my ear and I kissed his ear and his neck. And then our lips reconnected. This time harder. Deeper. His tongue parted my lips and stroked my teeth. He put his hands in my hair and held my head as he dove in deeper still. His tongue found mine and despite it being February, I felt like it was the Fourth of July.

I slid my hands under his shirt and found his sides again. This time, he wasn’t falling and he didn’t giggle from my grasp. His skin was so smooth and warm. I never knew skin could feel so good. My hands explored higher and he shivered. He was still kissing me so relentlessly that I could hardly tell what I was doing. I managed to snake my hands around to his back and my fingertips glided up and down his spine. He immediately sprang goosebumps everywhere and we both smiled. I brought my hands back around front and started undoing his shirt buttons. I figured he liked that by the way his grip in my hair tightened and his tongue made its way half way down my throat. I nudged his shirt off his shoulders and felt it slip down his back when he released his grip on my head for just a second.

With our faces stuck together I used my hands like a blind man to explore my now shirtless friend. I touched his neck, I traced the contours of his shoulders, I trailed his sternum, I grazed his armpits, I kneaded his pecs. The kissing only intensified. My hands traveled lower and he trembled when I reached his stomach. Smooth and lean, I stroked my fingers back and forth and a fresh round of goosebumps popped all over his skin. I played with the waistband of his underwear that was clinging to his frame just above his jeans. It was all such a surprise. I wasn’t sure how far we were going to let this go. I didn’t want to do something wrong, so I waited for a signal. When he leaned into me and I felt his raging erection through his designer Girbaud jeans, I figured that a literal, real-life signal was as good as any. I nodded and so did he.

He pulled my red Coca Cola sweatshirt off of my body by the sleeves and we each took a moment to look each other over – two shirtless guys, sharing a first time together. My eyes took in what my hands had already seen. He was spectacular. Every inch of his skin was smooth and inviting. I was fascinated by his topography. The contours of his shoulders, his biceps, his collar bones, his pecs, his rib cage, his abdomen, even is jutting hipbones were a spectacle. This was nothing like gym class. I’d be on team skins with Ricky anytime. Over our three plus years of friendship, I’d seen Ricky shirtless a few times, at the pool or the beach, but this was different. Better. Up close and in private. I wanted to explore and discover every square inch of him with first my eyes, then my hands and finally my tongue. And by the look in his hungry grey eyes as they danced all around my body, he liked what he was seeing too.

He took my hand and led me over to his bed. Still standing, we each stepped out of our jeans. There we were. Two eighteen year old virgins wearing only socks and boxers. Boxers with matching wet spots at the vertex of our matching erections. This time I put my hands in his hair and I invaded his mouth as his hands explored my body. I could kiss this boy forever. He guided us down onto his bed, me on my back and him on top. His mouth left mine and I tingled everywhere as he ravaged my neck. Then he kissed lower. And lower. And lower. When his tongue invaded my belly button, I let out a little yelp of joy. He followed my treasure trail until the trail ended. I didn’t know how or when it had happened, but I realized that I wasn’t wearing my boxers anymore.

A strong hand gripped my steel rod and I gasped from a sensation I’d never before felt in my life. The touch of another. He started gently with light strokes and finger tracing. My hormone crazed body was primed and ready. Then he began gripping, squeezing, rubbing and twisting. My eyes rolled back in my head and more precum flowed from my dick like a leaky faucet. He used both thumbs in opposing circular motions below my mushroom cap and I was about to explode. Literally.

He whispered, “Not yet.”

My heart dropped when he released me, but it gave me the opportunity to come back from the edge. After a minute or two, something else was happening. Something warm, wet and wild. I was in his mouth. His unpracticed, awkward mouth. It wasn’t long before his technique began to improve. Ricky was a fast learner. Not that it would have mattered anyway. The most gorgeous eighteen-year-old boy on the face of the earth was paying the most special kind of attention to me. He could have been awful and it would still have culminated in the best orgasm of my lifetime. But, he was the furthest thing from awful. Taking all of me in would take practice and time, but on that day, he lapped me up like a melting ice cream cone in the summer heat. Was anything in the world ever meant to feel this good? How was this possible? This was beyond ecstasy. The right words didn’t exist.

When I first felt an attraction for Ricky, I didn’t understand what I was feeling or why. I thought it was wrong somehow. Something to shake off, ignore and get over. Those inappropriate feelings were why I never let us connect individually. But then, over time, I slowly came to realize that there was nothing wrong with me or my feelings. I am who I am and I like who I like. But what were the chances that he’d like me back? I would more likely be struck by lightning.

Lightning struck.

What had been happening here in this room for the last thirty minutes… How could this possibly be anything close to wrong? It felt so right. He worked my length up and down, side to side, hands and mouth. He had me right where he wanted me and he knew it. He knew I was close again. This time he only stopped long enough to shoot me a devilish grin before swirling the top of my mushroom cap with his tongue and pushing me over the edge. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My fingers entangled in his hair as I exploded in his mouth. He swallowed every drop while my back arched and my toes curled.

Then I flipped him on his back and I greedily returned the favor.

I’d never touched anyone else’s penis before. Hell, I’d hardly ever seen one that wasn’t my own. Ricky’s was a sight to behold. Fully erect and throbbing, his cock pointed toward his navel, ending just a couple inches shy of his cute innie belly button. It was smooth and beautifully imperfect as it had a slight curve and a bulbous head. I loved that it looked different than mine. It was somehow so very him. A perfect match to the rest of his gorgeous body. And it was raging hard. Any lingering doubt that Ricky wanted me as much as I wanted him was proven false by looking at the monstrous development in front of me. Just knowing that he was so turned on because of me made me feel important. I hadn’t really even started yet but seeing me, touching me, anticipating what I was going to do to him… Oh, he was ready.

I stroked his testicles and his penis jumped before slapping back down on his stomach. I kept that going while I rubbed his steel rod with my other hand. He actually bit down on his hand to stop himself from screaming. I am no musician, but I played him like an instrument. I know that I hit some wrong notes at some wrong times, but I would get better. We would get better. And when I took as much of him in my virgin mouth as I could that first day and sucked like my life depended on it, Ricky didn’t seem to mind that I was a rookie. Not while his whole body racked in violent orgasm with me not stopping until he had to pull me off of him.

We both laid there, flopped on his bed, all energy sapped from our flaccid, spent cocks and bodies. We were still wearing nothing but white sweat socks. Eventually I had enough strength to sit up and pull his feet into my lap. I needed him to be completely naked. I pulled off his socks and his bare feet were as cute as the rest of him. Not too hairy, not too boney. Well-manicured toenails and soft pinkish toe tips. I gently stroked his soles while for the first time in three-and-a-half years, I really talked to Ricky. Just us. Real stuff. Not the bullshit we already knew about each other, like sports, music, movies… We really talked. And while it eventually became obvious that the gentle foot rub I was giving him was having a re-energizing effect on more than just his feet, we also both sensed that there would be time for more of the physical stuff another day. Right then, we just couldn’t stop talking. We ordered a pizza, got dressed and I stayed until I had to go home and go to sleep. Even asleep, I felt like I was still with him. I dreamed about Ricky all night.

So, once a week for the last three months, Ricky and I have gotten together at his house for thirty minutes of exploring Calculus and sixty minutes of exploring each other. We had a little foreplay routine. Every time I would pretend to forget that his house was a no-shoes house because he liked reminding me and taking my shoes off for me. And for him, I wore the sock with the hole in it every time. I would get a punishing little tickle that would evolve into a sensual massage that would evolve into… Well… Naked time. Not that there were any complaints about our magical first time, but we did both become more skilled quickly. Going deeper, avoiding teeth, lasting longer… Like everything else in life, practice makes perfect. And being with Ricky is pretty fucking perfect. The hole in my sock got bigger with each passing week and what began as a crush on a cute guy quickly turned into real feelings.

It was March when we realized that among our respective college lists, we had both applied to Champlain. It was a no-brainer that we would both accept their offer. And yes, we did work out that we will be roommates. But for now, that’s our little secret.

~~

Prom night:

Presently, I take Ricky’s hand and pull him into a slow dance. I kiss him again, this time without an audience. I tell the prom date of my dreams, “You took a big risk at dinner with your little game of footsie under the table. What if you miscalculated and found someone else’s leg?”

He leans his forehead against mine, “If you weren’t sitting across from me looking so damn cute, maybe I could have resisted temptation.”

I scoff, “You’re the cute one. You’ve got a Kirk-Cameron-Mike-Seaver thing going on tonight.”

He gives me a playful punch in the arm.

“What?” I grin. “It’s a compliment.”

“Uh huh.” We resume our slow sway as Never Surrender turns into Against All Odds.

 

I squeeze his hand, “Actually, I’m thinking Johnny Depp with better eyes.”

He squeezes back, “You’ve got kind of a River Phoenix thing going yourself tonight, but with better hair.”

Compliments make me blush. Especially from Ricky. “Were you in on this whole thing?” I ask.

“No. Ten minutes ago, Keith dragged me here to the choir room and turned me over to Chris who shoved me in here and told me to hide in the corner before locking me inside. I was starting to think I’d been kidnapped. Trapped in here until Monday morning. Only able to survive by drinking my own urine.”

I laugh. “Just ten minutes and you’re already looking for bottles to pee in?”

He laughs too, “I’m kidding, but I had no idea what was going on. I had no clue they’d figured us out.”

I pull him in close. Hip bones touching and bellies pressed together, “Hey, I need to tell you something.”

I can sense he knows I’m being serious now. He doesn’t try to fill the space I leave with a joke. He just waits me out.

“I never really thanked you for taking that chance in your bedroom three months ago.” I kiss him. “Taking that courageous first step,” I kiss him again, “…was brave,” another kiss, “…and heroic,” another kiss, “…and the best thing that will ever happen to me in my entire life.” This time our kiss doesn’t stop until the song changes to Can’t Fight This Feeling.

“It wasn’t that big of a chance,” he says when we finally come up for air. “I’d never had a hot guy in my bedroom before. You gave me a million little clues, so I made a move. When I stretched across you for a notebook that I didn’t really need, you didn’t back out of my way. When I pretended to lose my balance—”

“That was pretend?” I cut him off.

He chortles, “You know it was. And you didn’t let me fall. You saved my life.”

I snort. If saving his life means I get to put my hands on his bare skin under his shirt, then I’ll be the brave hero every time. “What other clues did I give you?”

“You let me take your shoes off for you. When I began massaging your foot, you didn’t pull out of my grasp.”

“Your grasp is strong. I was your captive victim.”

Now he snorts, “If that’s the role you want to play later tonight, I’m totally in with you being my captive victim, but on that afternoon? No way. I gave you every opportunity to withdraw or to just say no. But when I studied your beautiful eyes, you held your ground. You studied mine right back. Our faces were mere inches apart. You held my gaze and licked your lips. I moved an inch closer and so did you. I might have made the first move, but you made it safe for me to do so.”

“You were still brave.”

“We were both brave.”

Another kiss. “You know you aren’t just—” I trail off.

“I know. Me too. You aren’t just the boy I got curious with or experimented with for the first time.”

I look into those grey eyes, “Same.”

Billy Joel’s This Is the Time comes on and I get a little choked up because the singer is right. Time is going to change and I don’t want to lose him or this feeling.

Sensing my shift, Ricky says, “Three months from now, in Vermont, every night will be prom night. Our own private celebration.”

“But without the fancy rented clothes.”

“I much prefer Nike high-tops and gaping holes in old sweat socks.”

I laugh. My mood has been successfully rescued.

“Although, that bow tie is a perfect match to your left eye.”

I laugh again. “Do you realize that this is the first time outside of your bedroom that we’ve been able to be ourselves with each other?” I reach inside of his tux jacket and grope around his sensitive tummy. “I can do this to you.”

He giggles and grabs my hands. “You know I’m ticklish.”

“And I can do this,” I kiss him again, this time with parted lips and we end up in a tongue-wrestling battle. As per usual, it ends in a draw.

Two more songs go by as we dance and kiss alone in the choir room. How many more songs can there be? Our time must be running out. Every Breath You Take follows Hungry Eyes and we can feel the air change in the room again.

Ricky sighs, “But we can only do these things because we’re alone. Behind a closed and locked door.”

This time it’s me perking him up, “First of all, college in Vermont will be a completely different world from high school in West Virginia. Second of all, don’t forget… Just a little while ago we kissed in front of Chris. That’s kind of epically huge.”

“But he’s Chris. Your best friend. He loves you like a brother. They don’t come any better than Chris and Keith.”

I pull his hips against mine again, “So you’re gonna tell me that a week ago you could have imagined that moment?”

He smiles, “Okay. It was kind of epic.”

“College will be full of people just like Chris, Keith, us and the girls. A lot of things will come to an end over the next few months, but not us. We’re just beginning.”

“Lame,” he grins at me. “Will you be majoring in writing greeting cards? Or sappy song lyrics?”

I poke him in the tummy again and his grin turns into a belly laugh.

He pulls me into another kiss that lasts until the final song ends.

~~

On our way back to the gym, we pass by the theater. The door opens as we approach and Paige and Sarah step into the hall. When they see Ricky and me, all four of us smile. I take Paige’s hand and Sarah takes Ricky’s as we re-enter the gym as two couples, which we are. People just don’t know how we actually couple up.

We find Chris and Becky and Keith and Tracy standing in a corner. We join them. Eight friends with only a few more months together before life scatters us all around the country.

I walk right up to Chris and hug him hard. I hug my best friend almost every day of my life, but he knows this one is different. He asks me, “How is your prom night going?”

I smile, “My best friend made sure it was the best prom night in the history of prom nights.”

His smile back is sincere. I’m gonna miss him so much when we leave for college, but somehow I just know we’ll be best friends forever. Like Ricky said, they don’t come any better than Chris.

His smile fades and he grabs my arm, “That mixtape I made for you two? No judgement! If you ever make fun of me for the songs I chose, I will punch you so hard.”

I laugh, “Chris, they were perfect.”

He lets go of my arm, “Bon Jovi and Metallica wouldn’t have exactly set the mood.”

I’m still laughing, “If I’m gonna make fun of you for anything it’ll be for your epic fail at Moonwalking during BillieJean.”

His cheeks turn pink.

I bump his shoulder with mine, “Seriously. You are the most awesome best friend in the history of best friends.”

We’re standing in a circle of eight, contemplating our afterparty plans when Billy walks by. Billy puts a hand on my shoulder, nods his head in Paige’s direction and says, “Timmy, you really are one lucky bastard,” and he walks away.

And that’s when it hits me. I really am lucky. I whisper in Paige’s ear and her eyes almost pop out of her head. I whisper again and she smiles and nods. She whispers to Sarah next to her, who, after recovering from the initial shock of the message, passes it along to Ricky. All four of us nod back and forth while Chris, Keith, Becky and Tracy watch us in confusion.

Prom is winding down, but the DJ is still playing and most of the crowd remains. I take Paige’s hand and lead her to the center of the dancefloor. Ricky follows suit with Sarah. As Don’t You (Forget About Me) starts, we switch partners. We don’t trade girls, though. Paige takes Sarah’s hands and I take Ricky’s. Two couples dance in the middle of the dancefloor. Two real couples. There are gasps and ooh’s and ah’s as the other kids realize what’s happening. Our four friends are front and center, grinning and cheering us on.

Halfway through the song, I kiss my man. I kiss the shit out of him, just as if we were alone in his bedroom. I could only imagine that Paige and Sarah are doing the same, but I am too entangled with the guy I love to stop and check. The cheering spreads to more than just our friends.

When the song ends, so does our little John Hughes moment. I survey the room. Some kids are laughing. Some look disgusted. Some aren’t paying us any attention at all. But about half of the room seems to approve. They seem happy for us. And they should be. Love is love and I’m in deep.

MY BLACK MASTER IS THE BEST MASTER OF ALL MASTERS. He picked me up from the orphanage. My real mother was a crackhead and my father was a drunk who left us when I was an infant, my mother’s overdose followed soon after. Abused, unloved and scared he took me in and cared for me. 

I would sit on his strong thick thighs while he fed my skinny malnourished body with meats and all delicious foods. He filled me up. Then he trained my growing body. He would act as sergeant while he drilled various exercises to grow my muscles. He targeted mainly my chest and my legs, while the well rounded healthy meals kept fat from my waist, the exercises used the calories to grow my chest and my legs, especially my ass. He trained me all day.

Then at night I would cuddle up against his gorilla sized body, warm and safe. After a while I grew natural teenage tendencies. I was horny. I wanted more than just warm cuddles but my master said I was too young for him.

Seeing the sad look on my cute young face he introduced me to various toys. First were the buttplugs. He didn’t touch me, just walked me through what to do and watched me while he was fully clothed(I could see a pole in his pants, but he never touched this in front of me either, just watched). They were small at first, but as I grew accustomed they grew, which I did quickly given my heightened libido being around my King Kong dreadlocked muscled Master.

He wore less clothes the older I got and drilling my hole on 12 inch dildos, and wearing fist sized butt plugs when I was not, he wore a simple black thong that hid nothing. It was twice as thick as a beer can and 3 times as long. Judging by the twelve inch dildos I was taking, I was nowhere near ready for him.

I never walked around without something inside me, I was constantly trained, more so of my own free will and heightened libido being around my master than anything else. I wore plugs while training and took much bigger and thicker dildos. He would whip his massive member out and start stroking it close to my 18th birthday..

He would never touch me no matter how much I begged. But that all changed on my 18th birthday. We had left our well maintained penthouse and went to a ski resort for a month. In a big bed, in a room lit only by a fireplace overlooking some gorgeous mountains, at midnight of my 18th birthday, he rolled me over without saying a word and took out the fist sized butt plug. He told me he loved me as he stuck two thick fingers into my already lubricated and ready hole.

The feeling of these warm fingers, my head being held by his muscular arm and just knowing it was him made me cum instantly.’Naughty boy, we have to get a cage for that now that you’re old enough.’ He stuck two fingers into my mouth as he put a third fourth and then whole fist inside of me.

His entire left fist was waving in circles in my ass, to prepare me for his monster sized penis. I was was a bare 5’5 to his 7’2 at this time but the training and meal plan gave me a big almost boob-like chest and some thick legs. My mountainous 18 year old buttcheeks welcomed my Black God’s fist. He nourished me. Kept me safe and warm.

The least I could do was welcome any part of him into my body. I arched my back to take in more of his arm. He was thicker than any fist butt plug I had, but all the training prepared me for this moment. I bucked further back as I felt the curve of his muscular forearm. My stomach was bulging. My libido took over as I bucked mercilessly to get more of him into me. It was in to the hilt by the time he began fully fisting me and waving his fist around inside me to make space for him to do as he pleased with my perfect body.

4 of his fingers were inside my mouth making me gag and moan as he fist fucked me. Taking out the whole arm and fist, then punching it into me again. Guttural growls came out of his throat as he punched my sloppy hole.

After I was well fisted, he rolled me over onto my stomach and his behemoth body mounted me. Without a word his thick head entered me, then so did the rest of his at least 15” cock. Similar to the arm, it was making my stomach bulge. And it was thick too. Almost as thick as his arm and veiny.

The shock of it made me clench my hole around his massive dick. “Good boy” he whispered into my ear, hot breath making the hairs on the back of my next stand on end. Sending shivers down my neck, as he pounded my hole. Out and in, out and in, all the way out and then back in to the hilt, till I felt his coarse hairs tickling the top of my taint.

His thick dreads fell forward and ticked my spine as he continued his merciless pounding, covering my body with his so the coarse hair of his chest tickled my bare back as well. The sensory overload of it all made me cum, squeezing my ass muscles against his cock as he firmly planted himself into me, body firmly over mine, squeezing my neck and abdomen with his thick muscular arms.

I heard a roar as every muscle in his body flexed to release his gorilla cum inside of me. Pulsating more into my virgin hole each time that my cock and ass muscled spasmed with my own vicious, wild orgasm. And as it came to a conclusion, he just lay his hairy gorilla body on top of me and fell asleep, in the same position, with a now soft but still thick almost 10” appendage firmly inside of me.

Like I said, my black master is the best master of all masters. You would be lucky to have him! 

The tension in the air was so thick but in a sexual way. Who would have ever thought in a million years that Asher and I would be sitting in our living room about to have sex with a stripper? Asher sat across from me with the most lustful look I had ever seen on his face.

His legs kept opening and closing. I could tell he was horny and aching for a sweet release. Asher was handsome. He had dark hair that curled and laid flat at the same time. You could quickly become lost in his narrow, deep blue eyes. That perfect jawline and those thin pink lips only enhanced him. My husband was handsome, but seeing him so turned on in top mode made him sexy.

“Are you nervous,” I asked him.

He shook his head no, “I’m excited and anxious. Are you nervous?”

“Naw, I tell you, it’s turning me on to see you like this,” I licked my lips.

“See me like what?” He asked me.

“Ready to top. It’s fucking hot, Ash.” I rubbed the length of my cock through the front of my pants. My erection was pressed against my thigh. I couldn’t wait to pull my cock out and feed it to Siren. He smiled like a kid at Christmas. Our sex life had been dead for so long that he jumped at the chance to touch me.

Asher stepped to me and kissed me. My tongue invaded his mouth. I grabbed a handful of his ass. Asher’s ass felt good in my hands. I made his ass bounce. Asher pushed his cock up on my chest and started to grind.

We were startled by Chris Brown’s “Back to Sleep.” Asher pulled away, and we turned our attention to Siren. Siren stood naked in the entryway. His body was amazing. His abs could cut you, and his chest was glistening with oil. His cock was semi-erect. He was a fucking walking fantasy.

Are you ready?” He asked us as he moved toward the sofa.

Asher and I looked at one another. We both knew we wanted it. We had each already sent Siren a nice amount via Zelle. There was no turning back. We both agreed we were ready. Siren took a seat on the sofa.

“Good. Take off your clothes for me,” he seductively commanded us.

Asher quickly jumped to his feet and stripped naked. I was struggling to get my clothing off. Asher’s cock stood at attention. My baby had 8 inches of cut meat and a pair of low-hanging balls. As he walked to Siren, his ass cheeks bounced.

Asher planted his ass in Siren’s lap. Siren pulled Asher in for a kiss. It was so hot. Asher looked like a pro. His tongue invaded Siren’s mouth, and he ground his ass on Siren’s dick.

I moved over and pulled Siren in for a kiss. I shoved my tongue down his throat. I wanted him to know just how well I could kiss. As we kissed, Asher took my throbbing cock into his mouth. He slowly sucked me off. Siren ran his hands over my firm ass cheeks.

Asher pulled off my cock, and Siren took over, sucking me off. Asher pulled me in for a kiss. Siren pushed Asher away.

“I want you to follow my lead, Asher.” Siren said to him.

Asher quickly nodded his head. Siren got on his hands and knees. He slapped his ass and then took my cock back into his mouth. The way he sucked my cock in caused me to gasp. Asher got behind Siren. He was quickly smitten with Siren’s ass.

“Oh my God, you have a beautiful ass,” Asher said as he kissed Siren’s cheeks. He slid his tongue up and down the crack of Siren’s ass.

My cock felt so good. Siren’s thick lips worked me well. I was lost in the moment. I didn’t even realize we had changed potions until I felt Asher’s cock sliding against mine. We were both mouth fucking Siren. Our cocks were fighting for dominance.

Asher and I shared a hot kiss. Below us, Siren was slurping and choking on our cocks. It was a fantastic feeling. I wanted more.

I pulled my cock out, “Let me eat you.”

I knelt behind Siren and shoved my tongue inside of his little brown hole. He tasted like butter pecan ice cream. I pushed my tongue deeper into his hole. Asher pushed his cock deeper into his mouth until his balls rested on his chin. Not once did Siren gag.

Asher was right, Siren had a fantastic ass. It was round and smooth. The perfect ratio of fat and muscle. It bounced with perfection. His rosebud was tight, and he had the sweetest taste. It was easy to see why he was the main attraction at Lost Paradise.

My cock was throbbing so bad it began to hurt. I needed to dig into some ass. I needed to fuck Siren. There was no way Asher was going to fuck him first. I slapped Siren’s ass and took a seat on the sofa.

Siren kissed me and slid down on my cock. Instantly, I was inside the tightest and wettest hole I have ever been in. His insides wrapped around my cock like a python coiling its meal. He rode me fast and passionately. I let him do all the work.

Asher slid his cock into Siren’s mouth and put his ass over my face. I ate my husband as Siren rode my cock. I slapped Siren’s ass a few times for good measure. He bounced up and down and moaned. I started to drive my cock deep up into him. My balls slapped away at him.

Asher screamed, “Fuck! Oh my God, you’re sucking the shit out of my cock.”

Siren bounced harder and faster on my cock. He worked his hole in a way I didn’t know was possible. He had me nearly on the verge of cumming. I had to push him off. I was not ready to breed him yet.

I moaned out, “Fuck, you almost made me cum. Let’s switch, babe.”

Asher smiled and flipped Siren onto his knees. He had been waiting for the moment to pound Siren since that dance at the strip club earlier.

My cock was coated with thick white cream from Siren’s talented ass. Siren took my cock into his mouth. He sucked my cock clean. Asher slapped his throbbing erection on Siren’s gaping hole. He slowly pushed his cock in him.

Siren moaned, “Oh fuck, Asher!”

Asher smiled, “Holy shit. I forgot how amazing it feels. Damn!”

Asher gripped Siren’s hips and started to slam into him. His balls slapped Siren’s taint. The sound of his pelvis smashing into his ass filled the room. Asher looked as if he were high. He was high off Siren’s ass.

I found myself turned on more, watching Asher switch into a power top. Siren was loving every minute of Asher’s dick. Siren pulled off my dick. He looked back over his shoulder at Asher.

“Let me ride you, Ash.” He asked like a desperate bitch in heat.

Asher pulled his cock out. It was dripping wet with Siren’s ass juices. Asher fell back on the sofa, and Siren slid down on his cock. I watched in amazement as Siren’s ass bounced. Asher’s thick cock had him spread well. The two shared a nasty kiss of epic proportions. Siren grind around and moved back and forth on Asher’s cock. Asher cuffed Siren’s ass cheeks in his hands and helped him bounce on his cock. I stroked my cock to the hot scene before my eyes. I had to get back in Siren once more.

I took a seat next to them. Siren looked at me and smiled. He climbed over and eased down on my dick. He pushed me flat on my back and bounced up and down on my cock. He moved fast and effectively. He had me moaning like a virgin. He was in total control. My toes curled, and my eyes rolled. He slowed down.

“I want you both to fuck me at the same time,” Siren said.

Asher chuckled, “You serious? You can take it?”

“I can take you anytime,” the stud told my husband.

Asher sat on my thighs and slowly pushed his cock in Siren. Siren moaned loudly as Asher’s cock slid into him. The feeling of Asher’s cock rubbing along the length of mine was the greatest thing I had ever felt.

Asher’s balls came to rest on my shaft. He wrapped his arm around Siren’s neck and sucked on his ear as he moved his dick in and out of him.

Siren screamed, “Oh fuck. Fuck me. Oh my God fuck me.”

I lay there and let Asher and Siren do all the work. I felt way too good to move. I could only imagine how good Asher’s ass looked plowing into Siren. His dick felt good rubbing against mine.

Asher moved faster in and out of Siren. His balls slapped my thick shaft repeatedly. I held Siren by his waist as he tried to move and pulled him into a kiss. My thick dick popped out. Asher didn’t stop fucking. He kept pounding him.

I spread my legs wider and pushed my cock back into his pretty hole. Asher and I pounded him with a perfect rhythm. For well over twenty minutes, we stretched his perfect hole out, and he took it with great pleasure.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” Asher said.

Initially, we had discussed the bedroom as off-limits, but I was so far gone I didn’t argue with it. Asher picked Siren up and threw him over his shoulder. Asher’s cock was throbbing and red angry. Asher slapped Siren on his ass and took off running with him.

Siren laughed, “Ash, your pretty ass better not drop me.”

I was shocked and aroused by the change in Asher. I had never seen him display such strength and dominance. He carried Siren up the stairs, and I followed them. My cock was leaking the entire time.

Asher playfully tossed Siren on the bed. I pushed Asher out of the way and made Siren ride my cock some more. As Siren rode me, his stiff cock and heavy balls bounced all over the place. He bounced at a snail’s pace, which made things feel even better. His hole teased my cock with every move.

I couldn’t take it. I started fucking him hard and fast. His hole leaked fluids down my shaft and balls.

Asher yelled, “Fuck him good, Hunter. Fuck him, babe.”

I pounded him. His ass was shaking on me. His insides felt slippery and hot. Then Asher pulled him off my cock. He put Siren on his back and slid his stiff cock back into his tender hole.

Siren and Asher looked at one another with a deep passion. I broke their gaze by kissing Siren. Then I pushed my cock into his mouth. He swallowed my cock down to the base, and Asher pounded his hole.

Siren started to stroke his neglected erection. His dark cock was leaking precum all over his stomach. The pink head of his dick was glistening in his juices. His hole was talking and making sounds from Asher’s stroke.

I pulled Asher out of Siren. I wanted more. I quickly shoved my cock into him. I spread his legs and started to slowly fuck him. Asher sat on his face, and when I saw Asher roll his eyes, I knew Siren was eating his sweet hole.

I bent his knees and drove my cock in deep. He started moaning loudly, and it made me plow him harder and deeper. He stroked his fat cock the entire time. Asher moved, and Siren took Asher’s balls into his mouth.

Siren moaned, “Fuck! Go deeper.”

I went as deep as I could go inside of him. My cock repeatedly tapped his G-spot. He worked his hole on my cock. His insides flexed and danced on my member. My climax was rapidly approaching.

Asher moaned, “Fuck I’m gonna cum.”

Siren took Asher’s cock back into his mouth. Asher screamed and fired off his cum down Siren’s throat. Siren swallowed Asher’s thick, creamy load.

“I’m gonna cum.” I announced.

“Cum on my chest,” Siren told me.

I gave him two more strokes and pulled my cock out. I barely had time to move before I exploded with hot cum all over his chest. It was by far one of my best orgasms.

“You didn’t cum.” Asher said to Siren. He was both surprised and disappointed.

“I don’t cum,” he said as he scooped up my cum and fed it to Asher.

“Bullshit,” I screamed in disbelief, “Everyone cums.”

“I didn’t say never, Hunter. “

We were all exhausted. The next thing I remember is waking up to two people giggling softly. They were trying not to wake me. Little did they know I was already up. I squinted my eyes. Asher was on top of Siren. They were making out like wild lovers. Siren’s cock was moving up and down between the crack of Asher’s round bubble but.

“I can’t believe you didn’t cum. The way we had you moaning,” Asher said, still in shock.

Siren kissed him, “The way you had me moaning. You know we can change that, though. I can cum for you.”

“Really? You’d cum for me?” Asher got excited.

He slapped his hefty cock on Asher’s little pink hole. Asher rubbed his taint along Siren’s shaft. Siren lined his cock up and pushed it against Asher’s hole.

“Maybe we should ask, Hunter. I don’t know how he would feel about us doing this.” I could tell he wanted it, but he didn’t want to hurt me. The temptation was strong, though.

“Asher, you are so beautiful.” His cockhead pushed against Asher’s hole. “I want you, Ash.” The fat head broke through Asher’s tight ring. “I don’t want him to say no. Do you want him to say no? You want him to tell you that you can’t have the dick you deserve?”

Half delirious, Asher said, “I don’t want him to say no.”

Siren kissed him, “Do you consent?”

Asher couldn’t speak. He just nodded his head. Siren pushed the rest of his cock into my husband. Asher let out a long moan. Siren pushed his tongue into his mouth to silence him.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My husband was fucking another man behind my back. Part of me wanted to alert them that I was up, but this other part of me was stronger. That stronger part wanted to watch like a stalker in the night. So, I watched them.

Asher started riding Siren’s cock. Asher worked his lower back, seductively moving on Siren’s big dick. Siren lifted his head and took the head of Asher’s cock in his mouth. It was the hottest thing ever.

“Oh shit. You feel so good,” Asher moaned.

“I knew your pussy was good the moment I laid eyes on you.” Siren said to him as he thrust his cock in and out of Asher’s hole.

Asher leaned back on Siren’s cock. Siren stroked Asher’s erection. Asher tried to moan quietly, but Siren was working him over well. His moans and whimpers were louder than he wanted them to be. Siren’s cock was just gliding in and out of Asher.

“Yeah, you taking all my dick. It’s just sliding in and out of you. Ass so wet and juicy.” Siren sounded like a man that was falling in love.

He slapped Asher’s ass cheeks a few times. Each slap made Asher bounce harder. He slapped his ass so hard that Asher’s ass had a red handprint. My cock was throbbing. I wanted to stroke it, but I couldn’t bring any attention to myself.

Siren flipped Asher on his back. Asher spread his legs wide and smiled at him. Siren began to move his cock in and out of my husband.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Ash.”

Asher groaned, “You’re beautiful. You’re so deep.”

“I could fuck you all day. Do you want that? Do you want Daddy to fuck you all day? You want that Siren song?”

“Yes, daddy. Fuck me all day. Oh my God, dude.” Asher moaned and tossed his head from side to side.

They looked into one another’s eyes and gave in to the passion. Siren slowly fucked him. He made sure Asher felt every vein in his cock. Asher’s cock leaked like a dripping faucet.

He put Asher on his side and got behind him, and slid his cock in and out of him. His moves were slow and deliberate. He put one hand on Asher’s ass and gave him the dick he deserved. I could hear the soft kisses he planted on Asher’s back.

Siren bit down on Asher’s neck and thrust his cock faster. Asher’s moans grew louder. They no longer cared that I was in the bed next to them. Siren ran his hands all over Asher’s big balls. Siren’s dick became too much, and Asher tried to roll away.

Siren rolled with him. Asher ended up flat on his stomach. Siren stretched out over him and pounded him good and fast. He sucked my husband’s neck like a damn vampire as he fucked his hole recklessly.

Asher gripped the sheets with his fists and teeth. His ass was making a squishy sound. They both were moaning insanely loud. I slowly moved my hand and began stroking my cock. I wasn’t a thought for them; the show was too erotic. I needed to bust a nut.

Each time Siren withdrew, his cock was coated in clear fluids. His balls clapped Asher’s taint repeatedly. They were so into one another. I wanted to have that experience. I felt a tinge of jealousy emerge within me.

Asher screamed, “Yes! Oh, fuck yes. Right there! Right there! Oh fuck! What the fuck are you doing to me?”

Siren smiled and continued to drive his cock in and out of Asher. Asher’s breathing increased and then turned into loud pants. Siren drove himself deeper into Asher.

Asher had given himself entirely to Siren’s call. Sweat was pouring off Siren and coating Asher’s back.

“You’re about to make me cum! Oh my God!” Asher’s cock erupted, hands-free.

Siren had pounded his G-spot into submission. Siren increased the speed of his thrusts. His chocolate ass bounced like the waves on the ocean. I fought the urge to drive my tongue into his ass. Siren started to grunt, and he pushed himself deep into Asher.

“I’m about to bust in you. Oh, fuck here it comes.” Siren’s dick exploded in Asher.

I stifled my moans as my dick shot a watery load of cum. Siren gave Asher a few more afterglow strokes. He pulled his cock out of Asher, and some of his cum ran out of Asher’s gaping hole. They shared another kiss. He cuddled my husband until Asher was softly snoring in his arms.

Siren eased himself out of bed. He walked toward the door and stopped. Without looking back, he said, “I hope you enjoyed the show, Hunter. Don’t get up. I let myself in, and I can let myself out.”

He disappeared into the dark hallway. I was left there with the images of him fucking my husband. The way he moved in and out of Asher made me feel things. My dick slowly started to harden again! I knew I was under the song of the siren!

To Be Continued

The Ultimate Alpha, The Ritual & The Change

The big muscled men surrounding me with thick veiny hard cocks around me looked at me with a hunger. It was so intense and such a turn on that I didn’t mind that they had varying animal like features. They pounced on me as if they were truly about to eat me, yet I was met with soft, eager kisses all over my body like they were competing to make me feel as good as possible and by the name of all that is holy did I feel GOOD.

Lips met the head of my cock, my neck, my entire body. The only creatures…. They lifted me off the ground and I was held by around 6 creatures who wanted nothing more than to be inside me; desired to be inside me. While I was held in the air I felt the thick head of a cock slide fluidly into my self-lubricating asshole.

It was so big I should have felt pain but all I felt was eternal pleasure. I pulled my face away from a man with fangs who was kissing me softly, deeply, but also carefully so as not to hurt me, to meet the eyes of a man with rigid features and whiskers, almost like that of a lion, to go with that, his long golden hair flowed down like a mane and his body was completely covered in what looked like fur, yet it was the body of a man.

He growled as the entire length of his, probably 14 inch cock, reached deep inside me until I felt smooth pubes against my ass. The sexy lion man held my waist as he began thrusting and pumping his cock in me, he was so big that he was basically holding me above the ground as other hands and paws held me in the air in an almost bent over position.

A man with the trunk and tusks of an elephant and a cock that looked like a trunk too began stroking his cock and rubbing the salty precum all over my face and now-sensitive nipples as lion man began pounding away, making every last hair on my body vibrate with pleasure, only intensified by the lips covering my body. 

Another man with the eyes of a snake and the longest tongue I have ever seen wrapped his lips around my nipples and, in turn, licked on them as if he were a starving child suckling at his mother’s breast. It produced an overt reaction in me that I did not know I could feel. There was a strange feeling from my chest as if something was draining from it.

The snake-eyed man pulled away and on the corners of his mouth was a white substance – breast milk! – although it did have an unnatural glow and radiance about it. More men came up to suckle at my nipples, it seemed to be exciting them and nourishing them, as each drinker roared with pleasure and beamed with life.

I barely had a moment to think on it as the ferocious lion man pounded away until he roared with pleasure and shot his hot seed inside me. The elephant man also shot streams of cum all over me, washing my body with salty delicious cum. Hands moved, the circle holding me rotated and they were replaced by the next creature-like men.

This one had a mouth shaped like a beak, yet it was covered in skin, almost quite ugly in my opinion but he wasted no time burying his appendage inside me. Within an instant he was pumping away, as my rockhard cock produced streams of precum. Almost as quickly as it began, the beak-like creature sprayed his cum deep inside me, with such an intensity that I felt it spraying my insides, and the circle rotated.

This kept going until sunset, with all manner of creatures using me as their cumdump, my belly visibly grew after each insemination and when they were finally done, after I had cum more times than I ever have altogether, I was rested onto the ground and paid no more mind to. My body so worn out and tired that I had no other thought as I drifted to sleep on the leaf-covered makeshift bed.

I woke in the middle of the night soaked. The first thing I noticed was my belly, looking almost like I were 6 months pregnant! And I had begun to feel some strange affection for what lay inside me. It was almost as if I was growing some sort of attachment to this creature.

All I knew was that regardless of what happened, I had some strange urge to protect it with my life. Other things about my body changed as well. My body seemed more muscular, my ass more thick. But most exhilarating of all, my chest grew into two massive muscular rounds, almost resembling breasts but pulsating with muscle and almost as thick as my ass.

Examining the wetness between my legs, I thought I had wet myself but upon further inspection I realized that it was slimy and coming from my hole, it smelt like pure testosterone, and it made me instantly hard again.

 I looked up to find two very large masculine figures standing in the dark. They were extremely tall, the one I recognized was the man that put me in this predicament, while the other one I did not recognize was almost twice his height and seemed to have three legs and a body that widened to be almost giant in size. No, not three legs, that middle one was a long thick appendage that almost went to the man’s ankles!

The one I recognized spoke up first, in a deep manly voice, ‘Did you sleep well my hound?’ I trust you have after the Clan bred you. My name is Vulko. This,’ he said gesturing at the giant next to him, ‘is Vangar. He will be the one to complete the formation of our hybrid, as you can see, he stores enough seed to almost form an offspring himself, but many hounds have died when he inseminated them due to the strength of his virility. However, after what I witnessed this day, I trust you will have no problems.’

Without any further words, the one called Vangar picked me up gently in a way that a groom would carry his hetero bride through the threshold of their new home.

His face was beautiful. Tanned caramel skin, purple glowing eyes, hair that could only be described as a mane, which was long and pure white that it glowed in the evening moonlight. He had a thick full set of pink lips that almost looked like he was constantly pouting. The front of his body was covered in soft white hair too, covering pounds of pure man muscle. But he felt so comfortable, I wanted to sleep in his arms forever. What was this creature?

“Did you sleep well my pet?” a soft, smooth and melodious voice met my ears. It was almost like it was coming from someone different entirely. His voice made me want to listen to him. To do whatever he wanted me to do.

I could only stutter, ‘I uh, I did my liege, uh your excellency… sire.’ Trust me to lose all my senses to a beautiful man. Well, could you blame me given the situation?

A deep melodious laugh met my ears, it made me feel so good inside. And not just my bussy hole that was gushing from the moment he laid his hands on me. I was so enchanted by him that I barely stopped to notice how horny I was getting, my cock was rock hard and my bussy hole was basically throbbing. I mean LITERALLY throbbing, each throb mixed with the juices to produce a squelching sound.

‘Don’t concern yourself with all that, just call me Vangar. You can consider me a friend.’

And somehow I instantly felt comfortable with him.

‘Ok Vangar’

We exited the moonlit forest to a clearing with a waterfall and a river. The moonlight hit the water just right to produce a heavenly blue glow all around us. He walked me directly into the water, me still in his arms. And he balanced me in one hand as he washed my body with the other. He stroked and rubbed and touched every part of me. The bussy juices were so thick now that I could only feel the almost oily texture entering the water around me.

‘You’re so beautiful.’ He whispered in my ear, in a low wolf-like voice as he pulled my body close to his and started suckling on my ear. My arms automatically went around his neck and my legs wrapped as much as it could around his wide body. He kissed me full and deep with his soft, cherry flavored lips. They tasted like the most delicious succulent cherrys I have ever tasted. My nails dug into his muscled back as he pulled me in tighter.

‘Wait, the child?’ I said, as I tried to pull back. He didn’t let me though.

‘You’re growing a supernatural baby my gorgeous pup, it will be fine.’

So, without another thought, we continued in this deep passionate kiss. The kiss was so deep that I did not realize that we were sinking deeper into the water. Noticing my reluctance, all I heard were the words Trust me, in my head, as we sunk below the surface of the water.

The next thing I felt was indescribable. Something slimy entered my body as we continued to kiss. And it started going deeper and deeper. It was ribbed, VERY ribbed. And a moment later a second one just like it joined the first one inside my boipussy, stretching me and pleasing me in a most supernatural and ethereal way. And I also realized that I was now able to breathe underwater! I pulled back and what I saw was unbelievable. Vangar’s eyes were glowing a pure white light. The same with his hair. And when I looked down I saw… tentacles, coming out of his belly button!?

I tried to pull away, almost screaming under the water, but his treetrunk sized arms held me in place and I heard him say Relax, I didn’t see his mouth move, but I heard it in my brain and instantly relaxed, after all, it did feel SO good. He pulled me in close once again and multiple tentacles entered me, stretching me out as I kissed and wrapped myself around this God-like creature whose strange light was the only thing lighting up the waters surrounding us. My entire body tingled with pleasure, from the tips of my toes to every last strand of hair on my head, and especially the phallic tentacles that were smoothly making their home deep inside of me. I felt nothing other than pleasure and had no other thought accompanying my mind other than pure bliss, I was in heaven, I was at home. I closed my eyes to let the pleasure even further encompass all my senses. I could imagine no better feeling than the feeling of this creature ravishing my recently fresh boipussy.

In the hours of bliss that followed I began to feel more and more tentacles wrap themselves around my body and enter my hole, it became so intense that when I opened my eyes to ask him to slow down I realized that I was looking at someone else entirely! This man was bigger than Vangar and was glowing with red hair, and then I looked around to a myriad of colours, akin to a rainbow. There were creatures that glowed blue and red and green and purple and others that glowed white, all surrounding me in the depths of the water and waiting to take there turns to implant me with their creature seed. In the bright creature light radiating from their bodies, I noticed a stone statue sitting at the far bottom of the lake, it was a statue of… wait… WHAT…. It was a statue of ME, OR at least someone that looked like me!

Focus, Phallus, Pleasure, Unquestioning, it was another telepathic message and I gave it no second thought as I was passed around to the next tentacled creature and the bliss began again, I just let them use me. it was insane, I was thrown around in the water from one tentacled god-like creature to the next, some of them even sharing me with those that glowed the same colour as them, I was turned upside down, and fucked in all sorts of positions, till finally after what seemed like a day of fucking the numbers dwindled and I was once again greeted telepathically by Vangar who carried me out of the water gently.

He carried me all the way back to my makeshift bed of leaves and lay me down.

‘It is almost time my sweet,’ he said in his gentle yet firm voice, ‘You will bring Change for all of us, you don’t even know how important you are.’

I awoke the next morning to a wicked sensation coming from my boipussy. I could barely look down at my cock with the chest muscles and belly bump. And every vein in my body began to glow, it was like I had become a creature like them. It wasn’t painful, more pleasurable but also a bit uncomfortable. I called out and Vangar came to my rescue immediately, almost out of thin air, to inform me that I was in labor.

The next few hours were a blur, I felt intense pleasure, intense pain. I saw all sorts of flashing images. The most prominent of which was a man, standing against the background of a ruined city, under a red sky. His eyes were pitch black, his skin was shining like starlight. He looked evil, but his gaze instantly softened when he saw me. And the second he broke into a smile I knew that he was my son.

I awoke on a bed of flowers in a hut made of sticks. The sunlight was streaming through. I looked down and only saw my mountainous pecs, no baby bump. My nipples were sensitive and painful.

I sensed someone coming. I could never sense anyone before, so I knew this was my baby. Only two men entered the room. One was Vulko, the other was a boy who looked 16. He had thick dreadlocks, devilishly handsome features, bright yellow eyes, and plump lips that made you think of sitting on them, they were also surrounded by thick fuzz. He had no prominent animal features but he glowed. And the most gorgeous body. He had mountainous pecs, a tiny waist and a cock that went down to his knees.

Vulko spoke ‘Good that you have awoken, it has been a few hours. We were worried we lost you. Your son needs to feed. Before you ask any questions, supernatural babies mature faster, especially one with a mixture and potent dosage of creature essences as yours. In order for it to mature properly it must feed on your milk and juices. He cannot do it freely until the courtship ceremony tonight, but seeing how perfect he is I couldn’t resist letting him get a tiny taste.”, he said with a warm hearty smile toward my child and patted him on the head. The boy looked up to him with all the affection a boy could give its (one of?) father. Seeing that interaction made me so horny, I started leaking precum from my hard cock and milk from my nipples.

“Oh good, you’re ready”, Vulko said and pointed the boy in my direction like a little puppy. ‘His name is Aeron.’

Aeron ran up to me with pure joy and excitement, practically on all fours with his tongue out. He slowed down when he got to me and began sniffing me all over. It was strange at first, but I overcame that with the pure love I had for this creature. My creature.

Once he completed his smell of approval he pounced on top of me on the bed and began licking me all over. It felt so good and pure. Each tongue lick made my body vibrate. He licked down my neck and found my nipple. He let out a soft lick with his tongue and then latched on for dear life. The sensation it gave me was unbelievable. It felt as if every nerve ending in my body was focused on that point. I involuntarily lifted off the bed to get more of me inside him. He got very excited to and began humping the air, trying to find my now-gushing sloppy hole. I helped him out, it somehow felt right, and primal, and a fat uncut head entered my hole. The two points of pleasure made my soul almost leave my body, but the second the head was in, Vangar intervened and pulled the eager boy off me.

‘Let’s leave abit for later shall we?’

The boy began to whine and the sound made me very angry. He belonged with me and I let out a vicious guttural growl, that came from somewhere else entirely. Seeing this, Vangar instantly sent the boy out of the room with a silent command and turned to me with a dead Alpha stare that made me want to crawl into the ground.

After a moment his face changed and the hearty smile was back. “We have a way of doing things, and those ways MUST be followed. But never fear, those ways are in the best interest of the child. The ceremony will take place tonight under the blood moon. One of the most powerful lunar occurrences for our kind. It will be a night of POWER. And being the bearer of the child doing the courting, of a child more powerful than any other in this Clan, even at his young age, makes the bond you two will forge tonight unfathomable. It must be done right, so he can lead us into a new Age.”

His warm smile then turned into a deviant one, ‘I have the honor of preparing you for the ritual, after all, I am the one who seeded you.’

In two swift moves he flipped me over by my ankles and pounced on top of me. he wrapped his arm around my neck and plunged his fat cock inside me. My sloppy, ever-ready hole now felt only pleasure. The sounds of his balls slapping against my ass cheeks melded with nature around us, as if we were part of one big flowing organism of power. They could also be heard for miles, along with my moans and whines. He wasn’t focused on making me cum, he was focused on his own pleasure. As was evident with the vicious animalistic pounding. It went on for hours, his fat cock churning my insides, his cum-filled balls slapping against mine, his lithe yet massive body thrusting all its strength against my fat wet bussy which now made a wet slurping sound every time he thrust into me. When he got close to cumming he quickly removed himself from my body and sprayed a torrent of white almost hot cum all over my body.

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I awoke a few hours later with my body covered in cum. It seemed to be glowing and gave me energy despite the lengthy fucking I received earlier.

There was a box beside the bed with a letter.

Hound

Wear this and come prepared. Tonight, will be a Night of Rebirth for all of us.

Yours,

Vangar

I opened the box to find a full body leather harness and a leather bowtie. They seemed to be made of very fine aged leather, not something you would get at any sort of store.

I put it on hastily as I felt an urging feeling from within me. from within my hole which yearned, yearned for the fat cock of the one I birthed, from my engorged nipples which yearned for his suckling.

The harness highlighted my chest as it made the two mounds look bigger and more desirable, ready for sucking, and the glistening cum sensitized my nipples and made them hard and pointy, perfectly presented for suckling. And the bottom of the harness wrapped tightly around my thighs just below my ass, making it look even more plump and juicy. The bowtie finished it off, and I made my way outside.

I found a huge reception as all sorts of beast lined a rose pathway, guarding my way to a massive bed of flowers. Flowers that seemed to be glowing with many different colours. The creatures with their massive throbbing penises, surrounded the bed and watched. Vangar was at the head with his glowing eyes and body, his cock erect and ready.

‘Lay down pet, and we shall begin,’

The air was thick, the moon shone bright against the pitch-black sky. The area lit by lanterns held by the pack.

I lay down and then the howling began, a deep ritualistic sound. I felt it within me and joined in. As soon as I did, I felt every howl, I was connected to every member, they were my family. And then I felt him again. I connected to Aeron instantaneously and I beckoned for him to come to me. I felt his each step, each heartbeat, I felt him yearning for me, yearning to connect with me as I yearned for him. I felt him race towards me as the howls got louder. And within seconds he was on top of me and the howls stopped. The yearning released itself like a dove from a cage, and the ritual had begun.

He already knew my smell and acquainted himself with my taste. And within seconds we connected like two perfectly matched puzzle pieces. His lips fiercely locked onto my sensitive nipple sending shockwaves throughout my body, his cock found its way to my hole like an arrow directly to a bullseye. And just like that we connected, the world stopped on its axis, and we had formed a bond surpassed time and space. We were connected through the stars and through our souls.

His cock was bigger than I imagined, and it made me feel something more intense than I had ever felt before. It felt like it was meant to be. Each inch that penetrated me sent tingles up my spine, and the connection of both electrified every nerve in my body. He constantly switched between nipples eagerly, and his pounding was rough and deep. It lasted for hours and culminated in a screaming, intense orgasm from both of us. We howled and were joined by the pack. The moon seemed brighter, and the earth glowed with life. The cum inside me satiated a different kind of hunger. It made me feel whole. Our eyes met and I saw him, saw his entire being, saw the life coursing through him. I sensed his strength. He was born with Alpha blood; pure power ran through him. He was dangerous, probably more dangerous than any other creature here. But I loved him, and I was connected to him on an ethereal level. He was purely mine and I purely his. We shared a soft tender kiss as his massive member exited my sloppy hole and he moved down my body. His tongue licking every crevice, every drop of cum and every drop of milk spilled in his beastly sucking. He then came up, snuggled his head into my thick chest and fell to sleep instantly. I felt his complete satisfaction, his pure happiness and joy at being with me. His body fit perfectly into mine as I wrapped my arms around him. The pack got closer and began stroking their cocks. They were so horny that they blessed us with their glowing cum in seconds and were replaced by another line. Soon my pup and I were laying in a pool of glowing cum, under the moonlight, in a deep peaceful sleep.

We awoke a few hours later in the same position. The pack was asleep around us, protecting us, and the moon was low. In the soft moonlight I sensed him. Sensed his growth. He was bigger than me now; wider, taller. There was hair all over his body now, and he was even more powerful. I felt his throbbing muscles, his broad shoulders, and as he lulled awake his lips found my nipple. He was softer this time. He licked more than sucked, I felt his amusement and pleasure as he played with it. We felt each other’s pleasure, making it more enjoyable. His cock throbbed to life and I twisted my bottom half so he could find my wet hole. And even in the dim light, he found it, he sensed it, and he entered me. He took his time. Stroking, feeling. This slow, rhythmic fucking was somehow more intense. His thick arms tightened around my waist as he continued to penetrate me. His lips latched on now and sent a wave of emotion through my body. I felt his cock grow and tighten against my insides, as if that were possible with all the poundings I received. But somehow, it seemed to push against my walls. I felt his contentment, at being fed, and inside me.  His entire body vibrated and he let out a whimper through my nipple as I felt his hot cum gush into me, fulfilling my heart and soul.

Cock still inside me, he unlatched, looked deep into my eyes and said his first words. “I love you, Jaan.” Said in a voice so melodious and rich it belonged to nature.

Jaan, my mother used to call my father that, before she died. It means life. Fitting. I am his life and he is mine, we exist in unison. Till our final breath.

I awoke at sunrise. Alone. The pack was gone and so was my boy. I looked inward and sensed them. A few miles away. Hunting. I closed my eyes and felt for Aeron. Once I found him, I felt something more. Since the ceremony I could now feel all his senses as well. I could see through his eyes. He was getting ready to pounce. Blood rushing through his veins, he was excited, scared. He pounced and within seconds his prey was dead. It didn’t affect his emotions, he remained focused on the next kill. He attacked like a wild beast, aimed directly for the neck and used the power of his body to overpower and sink his teeth into his prey. He seemed to be consuming. Not like when he feeds on me, that’s pure and natural, it feeds the body. This he did for power, for domination. To profess to the primordial forces of nature that there was a new powerful Alpha predator.

Once he completed his hunt I felt his return. It didn’t take long before I saw my pup. Only he was no longer a pup. His body had grown further. There was a thick layer of hair covering almost every part of him. His devilish features seemed even more so with the animalistic prey look in his eyes and blood covering and matting his body. He was also alone, no other members of the Clan returned with him, and he was covered in blood. The second his eyes met mine, his face changed, his eyes lit up, his mouth softened into a smile and he bounded up to me, faster than before. He knelt down and hugged my belly. He then stood up, towering over me now. And lifted me up, smooth and like a feather. He kissed me deeply, softly and then turned his attention to a spot in the distance. With speed and accuracy he jumped high and landed light on his feet. Taking us over 200 meters from where we started, to the top of a secluded cliff. He set me down, lay his head in my lap and began to cry.

I held him as he cried, and I felt his pain. “What’s wrong my Jaan?”

Still crying he looked up at me and placed a palm on my temple. Then I saw what he had done, what he had to do. I saw him killing the entire clan. Vangar, Vulko, all of them. I saw them willingly let him do it too. Each kill left a spray of blood on his body, purple blood, that glowed. Each kill made him even more powerful. I felt it be the right thing to do. For some reason it was meant to be, so the next generation of the clan could be born. More powerful, more advanced. Born from his seed and my body. I saw them. All the Clan members I would birth. I saw the starlight one from earlier as a child.

I understood and seeing the pure look on his face as he showed me his truth and our path made my bussy juices gush out of me, its smells permeated the air. I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to make him feel better and share in this pain. I noticed the exact moment the smell hit Aeron. His nostrils flared uncontrollably, his eyes darkened like a shark smelling blood in the water and within seconds he went from a vulnerable man to a man gushing with pheromones and animalistic lust. I could sense it and it only made mine grow. Within seconds his body moved mine swiftly in position, him ontop of me and me with my body folded in half, bussy presented for the taking. he stuck his nose directly into my bussy and took a long deep sniff, I felt it trigger something primal inside him. He stuck his long tongue deep into me and began slurping up the juices, feeding on them. His tongue had the ability to elongate like so many of the pack, only his went further! It snaked its way through my body as if my body were a maze. It went further and further up until eventually, his toungue met my own in my mouth. Our tongues wrapped around each other and locked themselves together. Then he did something else. Something I’ve never experienced with any of the pack. His tongue seemed to thicken. The entire thing thickened from the origin point. from the base, so by the time it started to thicken around my own tongue, my hole was stretched to almost the size of a baby head and my body was opened up in preparation for the next generation of powerful offspring.

His maturity boasted power unlike any of the now-deceased pack. With the combination of so much pure alpha seed in one offspring, it appears they created the ultimate alpha, a pure alpha through and through. His large muscular body, the biggest alpha cock of all, his wildly beautiful and sharp features, his raw uncut power! And he was mine, I was his, for the rest of eternity, to reshape the planet.

These wonderful thoughts were cut short when his tongue abruptly exited me. but I was not empty for long. He got up on his knees, pulled my body towards him and pulled me up onto his cock. His gargantuan cock needed no introduction but after the feeding and the hunt it seemed even bigger! Unnaturally so! And I say that knowing full well the amount of unnatural appendages I have witnessed and experienced in this Clan. It fit perfectly inside me and filled a void deep within me. it was where he belonged. He pulled my body off the ground and against his and I wrapped my arms around his neck. We shared a deep intimate kiss under the moonlight as his cock made a visible bulge in my belly. I felt his soft supple lips, tasted some of the alpha blood he drank. It was delicious, like a power cocktail. Our tongues did a dance. A dance of soulmates. He pulled back, and we looked deep within each other’s souls. I saw the burden placed upon him, he saw the determination I had to relieve him of that burden, only it wasn’t much of a burden, we were made for this, it was meant to be, part of nature. Yet he still asked me, in his rich melodious voice.

“Jaan, may I have permission to seed you?”

How? How could someone so powerful, with so much expected from him, still be so pure and innocent.

“You will always have permission to seed me. I am yours as you are mine.”

“Hold on tight”, he growled.

My arms and legs grappled on. He ensured my safety with one muscuklar arm wrapped around my waist. His other arm reached forward to hold the ground for traction, and then he began pounding. Deep and vicious. I never knew a few hours without him would make me crave him so much. Each thrust made my eyes roll back into my head. He latched his lips onto my delicious nipples and began devouring every ounce of juice in me, relieving me of the painful tension of too much alpha milk. My body secured around his body as he fucked me as deeply as he could reach (and it was DEEP). I might have been imagining things but he seemed to be going deeper each time. Each thrust released a tiny spurt of hot precum, I could feel the tension in his heavy recently matured balls. I could feel the power of his cum, waiting to seed me. He pounded deeper and deeper. The sounds of our skin slapping together, echoing off the clifftop. I don’t know how I knew it, but this was the paragon of his power. This fucking was charged with the blood of the dead Alphas. Nothing else existed on this terrestrial plain. Just us, two cells, made to make one perfect organism, for the sake of rebirth.

My belly already seemed to be growing, each spurt of precum I felt added up, the power of his cum quickly formed something. His cock began to tighten, pushing my bussy to its limits and sweat dripped off his body, deliciously scented sweat. I started hungrily licking and sucking as much of it as I could and when we reached climax together, my body vibrated as I orgasmed with every last nerve in my body covering us both with cum as he released torrents of hot cum into my body, it filled as much of me as it could and began gushing out of my hole before he was even finished. At this point my belly bulged to a full sized baby. But he wasn’t finished. He lay me down on the soft grassy hilltop, kissed me softly, and continued to thrust. Softly, like he was churning the baby juices, mixing them around and making them at home. Coalescing it into a powerful offspring.

In the climax of it all, I hadn’t noticed something. From the corners of his head were two sets of horns! They must have grown when he reached what seemed to be his full form after hunting and then completely inseminating me. The outer two being thick and flowing to the back of his head, coming up into two visciously sharp points at the end. The inner two being much shorter and much sharper, if he were to head ram someone, they would surely be dead. The pair of them looked almost like a crown, especially since noticeable cracks revealed pure gold. The cracks deepened as he continued to seed me. But this didn’t matter to me.

His slow rhythmic churning felt euphoric, my head spun and I had a vision of another one of my children. This one had the whitest hair and greenest eyes I had ever seen. His features were chiseled, indicative of alpha genes. He was standing against a sunset and he had the largest pair of angelic white wings, and a brilliant bright smile.

I returned to my senses as Aeron plunged his alpha cock deep inside me again. My knees were locked onto his elbows, my ass was off the ground and my back arched. He dug his dick deep into me and pulled out, making slopping churning sounds with the buckets of seed.

“Those not powerful enough to stick shall be eradicated.”

He was on a mission, not for my pleasure but for the future of the planet, for the future of all species. He dug out weak cum, knowing only the strongest would survive and stick to me and become part of the pack. I didn’t believe there was much weak cum and to prove my point my belly seemed to be getting bigger! Almost twice the size than when I was pregnant with him! This periodic digging to get rid of the ‘weak’ seed only turned me on further and inaudible gags and moans came out with every dig and alpha milk was gushing out of both my nipples. He latched on and drank, it made his cock even harder inside me, against my churned bussy. We continued fucking until my alpha milk ran out and he finally grew tired, in other words, when the sun was rising. We fell asleep in each others arms, and with his soft bulbous cock plugged inside to ensure the best offspring was formed.

The following morning I awoke in his arms, surrounded by water. I was giving birth. It felt orgamic, my bussygina stretching and opening, my nipples gusing with milk, and slowly but surely I felt an egg make its way out of my hole. The feeling was unbelieveable as my hole stretch open and closed to lay ostrich sized glowing eggs. They glowed from within with a multicolour hue. Different colors, sometimes different shapes and as they sunk to the bottom they hatched, and humanoid creatures emerged, they were mostly human, with the tails of tadpoles and heads off a distinct animal. I saw a lion, a leopard, a cheetah, but I couldn’t focus as more came out of me. Aeron was standing behind me and massaging the sides of my stomach to aid the birth of his seed. Feeling his body against mine was a comfort, released glowing cum. After about 3 more eggs, my stomach had almost returned to normal and I was exhausted. Aeron took me in his arms and swam me to the surface. He lay me by the bedside and whispered in my ear.

‘Sleep well Jaan. By morning, our offspring will emerge hungry.”

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The final chapter is coming! Witness the coming of the New Age and the Era of Nature! Witness the rebirth!

1.  JOE 

My Dad was not like the other dads in the neighborhood. Not by a long shot.

We lived in the same Italian neighborhood where he grew up, and his buddies were mostly the same guys he hung out with as a kid. He still got together with them at least once a week to play cards, shoot hoops, or get coffee and talk about how nothing’s as good as it used to be. They had jobs at the same factory and, except for my dad, wives and kids and responsibilities, widening bellies and grief. 

Dad was different. He was 36, and though he was a full grown man with a physical job, he lived like a teenager. Since my mom got out of Dodge when I was a kid, we stayed in the flat his parents owned at no cost, so the money he earned was his to spend on things he liked, like his convertible sports car. His mom, my gram, did most of our cooking and cleaning and laundry, and I did the rest. His only responsibility was me, his kid, and that was a no-brainer. I took care of myself.

Dad was a flirt with any female he wasn’t closely related to. He could talk to any woman or girl, and always knew what to say to charm them. His looks didn’t hurt. He had a long face with a clean cut jawline, straight dark eyebrows set against dark olive skin that tanned ruddy in the summer, and a sexy side smile. He worked out ever since he was a skinny kid, so he was still slim, but fit. He had abs, nice swollen pecs and square shoulders and a back like a panther. He wore snug tight t-shirts that showed off his torso, and 30-inch waist jeans that rode low on his hips.

There weren’t a ton of women to go after in our neighborhood, where all the families knew each other, but he made do. Everyone knew everyone else’s business, and everyone went to the same bowling alleys, pizza places, bakeries and grocery stores. I didn’t know where he got his girls, but when he did he wouldn’t come home for a night or a few. But it never got more serious than that, and I didn’t meet any of them, for the most part. He was a stud, and he liked his freedom.

My aunt Lynn’s sister-in-law Dawn came to visit once, and Dad was really into her. She was pretty and young and new. I spied them making out once, and even though it made me queasy seeing them like that, the way he talked to her so close, and then with his tongue in her mouth and his hands on her boobs over her clothes. She went back home to Atlanta after a couple of weeks, and things got back to normal.

He even flirted with girls my age too. Like once we were driving by where Charlene Macchia was walking. She was a pretty girl from school and she liked me, so I said hey to her out the window. She turned around and Dad pulled over. She asked what we were doing, and he said just enjoying the view. He didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just how he was. But she said, *Oh are you*, and almost purred. It was like I wasn’t even there, which was annoying because I was the one who knew them both. But I was also proud that a pretty girl like Charlene Macchia was into my dad.

Even though I was kind of a fag, I had kind of a protection because of my dad. All the guys knew him from the neighborhood playground, where they all played basketball, or hung out and talked about girls and sports. He was popular because he was so good at all those things. So sometimes if it looked like I was going to get roughed up, some guy would be like *That’s Joe’s kid* and then they’d leave me alone. I felt like it was because my dad was so special, but  I didn’t care, just so I didn’t get hassled. But feeling some of his cred on me felt good.

Even though sometimes I wanted a regular dad who would ask me about school or tell me what to do, I liked having a stud dad. The hard thing was that I had a non-stop boner for him myself. He was so hot, and so often hardly dressed, just in his jeans loose around his hips, shirtless or in a tank top, and always on the hunt for pussy so he always had this scent of sex on him. I wished he would be into me and I could give him all the sex he wanted, and take over the household tasks and we could be like married, which is dumb because married is the last thing he wanted to be.

2.  THE INTERVENTION

One Sunday some of the guys showed up at our place, which was kind of weird because usually the guys get together on Fridays or Saturdays. There was Big Nick, Vince Macchia, Fat Tony and my Uncle Don. Also, two other guys I didn’t usually see, cousin Mario the cop who was a lot younger, and Chisel, a tough guy whose real name I didn’t even know.  

Big Nick wasn’t a regular part of Dad’s crew in school because he was like 10 years older. He was a foreman at the factory and kind of the most respected, because even though he was older he was the toughest, and no one fucked with him. He was almost as broad as tall, with a close-cropped crown of salt and pepper hair, with big beefy arms with fur all over like a gorilla, maybe because his ma was Greek.

I said I’d go to my room, because it looked like a guys’ night, but Big Nick said to stay put and not to go anywhere. Fat Tony pulled two six-packs out of a brown paper bag and everyone took one. Big Nick said I could have one and Dad didn’t care, so I cracked one open, just like the guys.

“Joe,” said Big Nick, “this here is a whaddya call, an intervention. So you’re gonna sit down and you’re gonna listen, because some things gotta change. And you, kid,” he looked at me, “you stay sitting right there, don’t say a word.”

“He’s just a kid,” said Uncle Don, my Aunt Lynn’s husband, but Big Nick wouldn’t budge.

Dad said what the Hell, and Big Nick explained.

“Joe, this lifestyle or whatever you call it, I see why it works for you. But it’s causing trouble. You can’t keep getting with girls from the families. You’re dogging guys’ sisters and daughters and whatever the fuck, and the guys are pissed. So we’re here to set things straight. 

“The way I see it, if you want out of this you got a few choices. One, you get out of the neighborhood and stay out, which I don’t see happening. Two, you get married to one girl and stay married. Not likely. Three, you become a fucking priest, which I don’t think the Church is that hard up for.

“Or, four, I guess, tonight you get what’s coming to you.”

Dad tried to BS his way out of it, saying it’s not like Nick says, his reputation is just talk, but he’ll be careful, but they call him on his shit, probably for the first time in his life. He puts on a little show of treating it serious, but you could see it was a big joke to him because of that sexy side smile of his.

“We figured we might have to show how serious this shit is, Joe. You might not like this, but we gotta punctuate this sentence, so to speak. We’re gonna’ have to get physical.”

Big Nick nodded to Cousin Mario the cop and Chisel, who both got up, like it was a plan, and they went to the front and back door of our flat. Every guy in the neighborhood knows that means they’re keeping watch, so stay clear. Hell, even I knew it and I never got into shenanigans like all these guys. 

Dad tried to laugh it off. He got up on his feet and pulled his t-shirt clear over his head and tossed it aside. He slapped his meaty pecs and cocked his chin. I don’t think he’d been in a fight since he was my age, but he knew the posture.

“Okay, you want to fight?” he asked. “Cominciare.” 

Cominciare means *commence*, or get started, which is kind of Italian for *come at me*.

But Big Nick shook his head, no. “We ain’t here to fight.” He has his own side smile.

Vince Macchia pulled out of a paper bag a tub of Crisco and a white jock strap, and this black rubber looking thing I’d never seen before, kind of acorn shaped, and put them right on the coffee table. 

Big Nick looked right at Dad, and said, “We’re here to fuck.”

3. PREPARING

Dad started to see this was maybe more serious than he thought, and looked like he might make a move for the door, but there were four guys around the table and two more at the doors. They weren’t all in great shape like my dad, but they were strong, so he stayed where he was.

“Here’s how this is gonna’ go down,” said Big Nick. “Every guy in this room is gonna fuck you in the ass, right here, so you take a lesson. Mario the cop and Chisel are standing guard so no one gets in and no one gets out. That’s two less for you. Congratulations. Tomorrow your cousin Mario the cop is gonna spread the word that we all played poker tonight, so no one’s gonna take your word for shit, Joe, if you try to tell anyone anything different. 

“Now you can do this the easy way or the hard way, but I gotta tell you, some of the boys would not be disappointed with the hard way.” 

Then he turned to me and said, “And you keep your faggoty ass right there, no offense, because I ain’t having you cause trouble. And you might as well see this shit so you learn a lesson too.  Have another beer if you want.”

Dad might have thought it was a bluff or empty threat, but still had to be the stud, so he said okay, okay, because tough guys don’t act scared.  

The guys all moved on my dad at once, and he looked surprised, despite everything Nick said. And for as fit as he was, he couldn’t take them all. They held his arms, undid his jeans and pulled everything off, so he was standing there naked, his ass and dick and everything.

Even then he looked good. He was long and lean, with muscles in all the right places and even had those v-cuts that run from his obliques down to his pubes. His chest hair was soft looking, and hugged the underside of his pecs, running down his abs into a dark bush, where his big dick hung out over his balls. 

Big Nick eyed it. “You know,” he said, “Sicily used to be run by the Arabs, and those horny fucks had their way with the women, so every Sicilian today has some horny Arab in them. I think all yours is right there in that prick, and that’s the source of your trouble.”

Dad kind of smirked. I’d seen his dick before only in glances, but now, full on I could see  it looked like it might be eight inches, and thickest in the middle, and so dark it was almost purple. It looked made for fucking, which I guess it was.

Nick tossed him the jockstrap and said to put it on so the guys wouldn’t have to look at his junk hanging out all night. Dad caught it from the air with one hand, the other cupping his balls and slowly letting them drop again, another show of what a man he is.

He put one leg through the strap openings and then the other, stuffed his junk into the pouch, pulled the waistband up around his slim waist. The jock pouch was good and full, and the straps framed his ass, the only pale part of his body, with soft dark hair cupping the undersides just like it did on his pecs.

Again he said, “Cominciare.” Commence.

Big Nick said okay, and the guys were on him again. Vince Macchia had hands on his back and shoulders, Uncle Don and Fat Tony were grabbing at his legs, tripping him up and throwing him off balance. But he didn’t fight or anything, he put up his hands to show he wasn’t gonna be a problem.

So they got him up onto the sofa, knees on the cushions, elbows on the backside for support. His back was arched, so his pale ass was exposed, with that soft looking hair clutching the cheeks and the space between, and his legs were spread. 

Big Nick gave a nod to Fat Tony who opened the Crisco tub, picked up the black rubber acorn shaped thing, and rolled it in the white stuff. 

“Get it good and covered,” Big Nick said, as my dad watched over his shoulder. When Fat Tony held it up it looked covered with frosting or whipped cream.

Fat Tony stepped up behind Dad and rubbed the tip of Crisco topped thing right at Dad’s hole.

“What the fuck?” asked Dad.

Fat Tony just smeared it between his hairy cheeks, and started to nudge the tip into him, pushing gently at first. As he got more in, he had to push harder, and Dad grunted with discomfort, grabbing tight on the back of the sofa.

After a minute Dad reached his hand back and said, “I’ll do it.”

He took the base in hand and pushed, breathing heavier and making low grunts as it spread him open to the widest part, when he groaned “Fuck.” Then he pushed a little more and it sank right into him, sighing with relief when the widest part was in, and there was just the stem for his hole to close down on. That had to stretch his hole too, but not as much, and there was a flat base that covered his hole like a seal. Fat Tony tapped on it, and wiped his hand on a towel.

Even then Dad had to show he was in charge, acting tough while his insides adjusted to the presence in him. Big Nick said he could sit down if he wanted to, which Dad did, trying to find a comfortable position with that thing in him.

“You’ll thank me for this,” said Big Nick, but Dad glared at him.

The guys talked their usual shit for a few minutes, about work and sports and other things I don’t know about, so like Dad I was silent. I sipped my beer while the guys knocked back theirs more heartily.

After about fifteen minutes Dad blew up a little. “Are we done here?”

Big Nick turned to my dad and said, “You can go shit that out in the bathroom, and anything that comes out after it. The smoother this is for everyone the better.”

Dad got up and walked funny to the bathroom where we all knew there’s no way out except a small window just big enough for a cat. He was in there for a while and I couldn’t see him, but the door was open and I could hear him say “Fuck!” I guess when he got that thing out of his hole. Then I heard the sound of solids hitting toilet water, which I figured was shit. After a few more minutes he flushed and came out again, still defiant, his jock pouch packed full.

Nick nodded to the sofa, and Dad resumed his place on his knees, ass up and back arched. His hole was free of the black thing, but I could see it was still slicked up from the Crisco, and his sphincter ring was more visible from being prepped.

Dad said some bullshit about how he got the point that this was serious, and that was enough, but the guys weren’t having it.

“Now we begin,” said Big Nick.

4. VINCE

The other guys cleared the coffee table away, and Fat Tony and Uncle Don sat down while Vince Macchia pulled off his blue sweatshirt. He was in just a white t-shirt and his Carhartts, and he didn’t wear his t-shirt snug like my dad, just like a regular t-shirt.

I’d known Vince most of my life because I went to school with his kids, and he worked at the factory with my dad. He always just seemed like an ordinary dad, nice looking in the face, but now a little older with reddish hair and glasses. In good shape, maybe from all his physical work at his bakery. He wasn’t a stud like my dad, just a regular father.

He got up behind Dad and unzipped his pants.

“Vince,” said Dad, “what the fuck man, we went to school together.”

“That’s right,” said Vince, “and that’s why I’m gonna be easy on you, instead of hard, which is what I oughta be.”

I’d never heard him talk tough like that. He always seemed nice.

He shoved down his pants and underwear, and his dick was more than half hard and growing. Not as big as my dad’s, not as dark, but a good size. His bush and ass hair were reddish, like the short cropped hair on his head.

While he stroked his dick to a full erection with his pants still around his calves, he waddled closer to Dad’s rear, and said “Joe, you’re my pal almost my whole life and I gotta hear you’re making moves on my daughter? 

As his anger rose his dick swelled in his hand. He positioned it at Dad’s hole, aiming the head right for the greased sphincter.

“I never touched her, Vince,” my dad declared. “Just said hi one time.”

“Never touched her yet,” Vince answered. “But you’re thinking about it, right? You ain’t fooling no one Joe.” He pressed the head of his dick to Dad’s lubed hole. “You deserve this, you fuck.”  

Dad was saying, “Vince, Vince, come on,” when the head pushed into him, and a minute later half the shaft followed. Dad groaned out loud and said “Oh FUCK.” He bit his bottom lip as the rest of Vince’s dick pushed inside him.

“Almost twenty years I’ve been married,” Vince said, pulling his dick back and then thrusting in again. “And I never was unfaithful once, and now it’s a prick like you I put my dick in.”

Vince started grinding into Dad, who caught his breath with every hit. “This is for making me into a cheater,” Vince said, and this time slammed Dad. “This is for sweet talking my kid,” he said, and slammed again. His voice was quavering when he said, “And this is for what you thought you were gonna do,” and slammed into Dad even harder.

Dad was gasping from Vince smashing deep in him, filling his chute with his daddy dick. “Jesus fuck,” he groaned.

“Push against it like you’re taking a shit,” Big Nick suggested to Dad, “I hear that’ll help.”

“Fuck you,” Dad grunted to Big Nick while Vince started to pound his ass faster, 

“No fuck YOU Joe,” Vince gasped, thrusting harder. “Not –“ slam, “my-” slam, “daughter” – slam! 

Then Vince seized up and said, “Oh God, oh God, oh fuck I’m cumming,” and his hips ground hard into Dad as he was nutting right inside my father’s ass.

He stayed that way as his balls unloaded, and then he pulled out, mostly still erect, muttering, “Okay, I’m done.” 

“Geez, that was fast?” said Big Nick. “What was that, 5 minutes?”

“I guess,” said Vince, breathing hard, his dick hanging there smeared with lube from inside Dad. “I made my point.”

Big Nick gave a shrug, and Vince Macchia went to the bathroom to wash off. 

4.  FAT TONY

Dad turned around to sit again, like it was all over, squeezing his butt cheeks together and wincing, when he saw that Fat Tony already had his sweatpants down, and was stroking his own erection.

“Whoa, whoa,” said Dad, “I ain’t  gonna take it from this fat fuck?”

“The Hell you’re not,” spat back Fat Tony.

Tony wasn’t the fattest guy in the world, or even the neighborhood. It was just a nickname, like everyone had. He was top heavy with big shoulders and a big man belly, and kind of jowly in the face. His dick looked like a good size, kind of curved upward and thick throughout.

Tony stepped nearer to Dad, who said. “What’d I do to you Tony, you don’t have no daughter. You ain’t even married.”

“That’s right,” said Fat Tony, his hard-on nearing my dad’s face. “I don’t have a wife, I don’t have kids, because of you.”

Dad rolled his eyes and shook his head. “That ain’t on me.”

“You know Joe, we used to run together when we were kids and do dumb shit together. I liked you. So I gain a little weight in high school, and one day you call me Fat Tony, and then I’m the butt of every joke. That shit sticks, Joe. So that is on you. And you don’t even care.”

“There were like five Tonys in high school, I had to call you something,” Dad said.

“Then you got a wife. And after that then you get all the pussy you want and I get jack shit. What’s a guy like me supposed to do competing with you?”

For a big guy, Fat Tony moved fast when he was angry. He grabbed my dad and pulled him up, and then shoved him down on his knees, his face near Fat Tony’s fat dick.

“Why don’t you suck my dick, you asshole?” Fat Tony asked.

Defiant, Dad wrapped his lips around Fat Tony’s boner, a few inches of it, with his cheeks puffed out as if to touch it as little as possible, and then released it. “That what you wanted, Tony?” he asked.

Tony grabbed Dad’s head and pulled it forward, getting his dick in Dad’s mouth and shoving it in, I guess to Dad’s throat, because Dad gagged and his chest heaved and he made a croaking noise.

He let Dad’s head go, and Dad pulled back, with a string of spit dangling from his bottom lip.

“Tastes like shit, Ton,” Dad said with a smirk.

“It’s gonna taste like your shit in a minute,” Tony smirked back

Fat Tony lifted my dad by one arm, and shoved him down onto the sofa, this time on his back, with his ass up on the arm rest. It was amazing to me how easily he throws my dad around, like a toy. 

He got between my dad’s legs, stroked his dick and asked out loud, “Where’s that Crisco?” 

“You hungry, Tony?” asked Dad, in response. “Leave a little for my ass.”

“Fuck you,” Fat Tony grunted, pushing Dad’s legs, back to expose his hole. “I was trying to be nice.”

“Ton, I was just busting your…uff!” 

Dad grunted as Tony shoved the whole of his dick into my dad, in one swift thrust, way faster than Vince did earlier. I could see my dad’s hands tense as if he was about to push Fat Tony away. But he didn’t.

“You like that, you asshole?” Fat Tony asked. He had to lean down to keep his dick level with Dad’s hole, pumping his cock in again and again. “You got away with a lot of shit, but it’s over now.”

He ran his hands almost tenderly over my dad’s torso, from the soft fur on his abs up to his stiff nipples and his squared off shoulders, and then down to the full pouch holding Dad’s junk, which he squeezed, inducing a moan from Dad.

With his mass behind every thrust, Fat Tony slammed into my dad, making him shudder and gasp as the sofa under him lurched. 

“Look at those titties bounce,” chuckled Big Nick, laughing at my dad’s pec muscles swaying up and down with every one of Tony’s hefty thrusts.

I was nearly hypnotized myself, and I guess Tony was too, based on how he was staring and licking his lips. He thrust faster and faster and all of a sudden was cumming, his hips making these fast little thrusts while he huffed for air, dumping everything he had. “Fuck, oh fuck,” he groaned, sperming my dad. Only when he was drained did he stop, and then his spent dick dropped out.

Tony stood up straight, his wet dick still sticking out. He spat on my father. “I ain’t even that fat!”

Big Nick held up his hands. “Enough, enough. Tony, you’re a little fat. That’s all. Come on Don, you’re up.”

5. UNCLE DON

Uncle Don wasn’t from the neighborhood. He wasn’t even Italian. He was blonde and baby faced and was in because he married my Aunt Lynn, and because he was a good ball player. He worked as a mail sorter at the post office or something. He wasn’t hot to me, just ordinary, but I knew a lot of the women went for his blond hair and slight southern drawl. 

“What the fuck Don, you’re married to my sister. I didn’t do shit to you,” Dad spat out.

“Not to me, but who fucked my sister when she was in town?” asked Don in reply. “You talked her into it. Now she’s getting a divorce and there’s all kinds of family drama and shit.” 

“I didn’t talk her into anything, Don. She was already splitting up,” my dad declared. “This is bullshit. Plus…”

He froze up when Don dropped his jeans and underwear, and his fat nine-inch log of a cock flopped out, still growing.

“What th – no fucking way!” yelled Dad, looking around at the other guys, maybe for a reality check. 

And to tell the truth every guy in the room was kind of shocked too, me included. Uncle Don, who knew you had a monster dick?

My Dad just shook his head and said no, no way.

“You fucked my sister, Joe,” said Don. He was usually soft spoken, but not today.

“You fuck my sister all the time,” my Dad answered. “You don’t see me making a thing of it!”

Big Nick intervened. “You guys both fucked each other’s sisters,” he said. “So maybe just put half in. That’s all.”

Dad looked pissed, but just said “Fucking whatever,” like he’s still tough.

He got up and took a position in the chair Don had been sitting in, on his knees, ass up.

Uncle Don smeared his monster dick with some more Crisco, and wiped his hand off right on his shirt, making a stain. The greasy stuff made a smacking sound as he worked his dick, which stiffened to what I guessed was about 10 inches, and thick throughout. His nuts were big too, but those weren’t the issue.

Uncle Don put a hand on the small of my dad’s back and pressed the helmet head in, and then a little more.

“Half, Don,” grumbled my dad. “Fucking half.”

Uncle Don started easing more of his big prick in, guiding it with his hand. He gave Dad a minute to adjust every time he went in a little deeper, and Dad seemed okay, talking fast breaths, like those women in labor you see on TV. 

“That’s gotta be half,” Dad said.

“Almost,” replied Uncle Don, “just a little more.” 

When he was about to half his dick, Uncle Don pulled back some, and slid back in again, like he was testing that was ready. But Dad just said, “Oh shit.”

Uncle Don fucked into him, in and out, but stayed at about half his length. I don’t know how he did it, but practice, maybe. He kept it up and all the guys and me watched, amazed.

“Just a little more,” Don whispered. His hips looked closer to Dad’s ass than before, and Dad was grunting more.

“Good boy,” Big Nick said under his breath, but I wasn’t sure if he meant Don or Dad. 

Don was fucking faster and Dad was moaning, and he whispered again, “Just a little more,” and then I couldn’t see anything between them, because Don was sinking his whole fucking dick into my dad.

“Fuck, fuck,” my dad gasped. “That’s enough, Don.” 

But Uncle Don couldn’t stop, and even though Dad said enough, he spread his legs a little wider and ground his ass against Don’s thrusts.

I thought maybe Don never got to do this before, and now he and Dad were both trapped in the pleasure of it. He was running his hands over Dad’s back with his eyes closed like with this look on his face I never saw on him before, and Dad was pushing his own ass back against Don, like he wanted it all in him.

So Dad took more of a pounding, his ass up and his arms dropping, slumping on the chair, Don’s hands holding his hips in place.

“Just a little,” whispered Don, but he was all up in Dad already, right to his big flopping balls. “Just a…”

Uncle Don kind of spasmed, and pulled Dad back on his big dong and made a loud groan, and  his monster cock was up in Dad as far as it could go, gushing his cum up in there while Dad whimpered. 

When he was done, Don’s cock slid straight out of my dad, shiny and greasy, more than half hard and still bigger than any dick has any business being. 

“No one ever did it like that before,” Don muttered, nodding towards my dad’s ass.

Dad reached back to feel his hole. It was all purple looking, like the color of his own dick, and twitching, and his fingertips slid gently in and out of it.

6. BIG NICK

Uncle Don went to the bathroom to wash off, and Dad eased down into the chair, careful how he sat on his throbbing rear. He was sweating all over his chest and neck, and sweat was running down his sides from his armpits.

“We’re fucking done here now,” he said. 

Big Nick passed him a beer. “More than halfway, Joe.”

“Don counts for two,” Dad said, and he had a point. But also, it wasn’t like he never fibbed a little to get laid.

“Joe,” said Big Nick, “if I put your ass in a sling and hung it on any street in this neighborhood, there’d be a line of guys a block long to fuck you it, just to teach you a lesson. You’re getting off easy.” 

Don came back, pulling his sweats up. Vince Macchia was shifting in his chair, biting his fingernails. And Fat Tony just had his eyes on my dad.

Big Nick gave Dad a shrug and said, “We’re almost done.”

He stood up and unzipped his gray sweatshirt and then peeled off the white tank top underneath.
 
He had a densely muscled frame, covered with hair, even up onto his shoulders and the small of back. He really did look like a silverback gorilla, thick necked, burly shouldered and with long beefy arms and hands like mitts. He dropped his jeans and briefs, and he was just as muscled under those as he was on top, with a meaty hard-on, curved a little to one side. It wasn’t as long as Uncle Don’s, I guessed seven inches, and his hairy balls were plump and hung low.

“What the fuck did I do to you Nick?” asked Dad. 

For the first time that night it looked like he meant it.

“Joe, you been causing *discord* in the neighborhood. Agitating things. Then I gotta do cleanup on the drama. Pain in my ass. So now it’ll be your pain in the ass, every time from here out, till it stops.”

He kicked off his jeans and underwear, and told Dad to get up and bend over. He said Dad could hold onto the sofa if he wanted, and he did, bent at the waist like an upside down L.

Nick rested the head of his hard-on on my dad’s throbbing hole and teased the tip in and out, real slow.

“You think you’re a man, Joe, but you’re a kid,” Nick said, teasing Dad’s hole. “You got no responsibilities, nothing that makes a boy a man. Your folks are old, they cover your rent, your ma is still cooking your food and cleaning your house. Your faggoty kid here – sorry kid – he’s more of a man than you. It’s time to grow the fuck up.”

Nick leaned over, almost resting on my dad’s back, and as he began a long slide into him, said low in his ear, “One more thing… I been waiting almost 20 years to bust into this ass”.

As the stiff crooked dick wound up inside him, my dad’s mouth opened slowly with a sweet gasp.

My own dick gushed more precum at the sight of it. 

Big Nick was the most skilled ass fucker of the group. His thrusts started slow, but built up to a steady, controlled ramming pace. He held tight on Dad’s slim hips while his thick Greek prick reamed him, so slick with lube and spent cum I could hear it smacking with every thrust.

He must have been hitting just the right spot, because Dad was kind of gone eyed, his head bobbing with each hit, and making animal grunting sounds. He reached with one hand down to the pouch of the jockstrap where his own dick was, which was dripping precum in a clear thread straight down to the floor.

His hand was going into the jock pouch, but Nick told him no. 

“I know you want to nut real bad, but I don’t want you distracted from what I’m doing back here. You leave it in that fucking jock till I’m through. You’re my hole now.”

He gave a hard thrust that took Dad’s breath, and Dad pulled his hand back from the strained jock. 

I think it was the first time I ever saw anyone tell my dad not to do something he wanted so bad.

Nick kept fucking him, feeling him out and reading all the signs of pleasure in Dad’s sounds and expressions. He got both big hands on just one of Dad’s hips, so he could steer into his ass just where he wanted, and Dad’s breath quavered.

“Right there Joe? Is that where you like it?” asked Big Nick, hitting that spot in him again and again.

Dad was biting the hairy flesh of his forearm. He nodded yes, and moaned “Uh-huh”.

Nick pumped in harder till Dad’s legs were trembling and his mouth was hanging open.

“Okay Joe,” he said. “I ain’t nutted in 17 days, for today. My wife’s getting real pissed with me, but it’s gonna be worth it. You want it in you?”

Dad nodded his head.

“I didn’t hear you so good. Do you want it in you?”

Dad groaned “Fuck yeah” louder, his head rolling with pleasure.

Big Nick pulled my dad up from his waist so he was standing with Nick’s dick straight up in him, so Nick could press against his back and rub his big rough hands all over his sides and abs and armpits and perfect tits. Even though dad was a stud, he was so slim next to Nick and the way those big hands ran over him made something about him seem like a girl. 

Nick turned Dad’s head to the side so he could shove his tongue in his mouth, and Dad’s tongue responded, lapping at Nick’s and tasting him. It was the first time I ever saw two guys kiss in real life.

Nick was real close then, because he real quick shoved Dad down again, wrapped his hands on Dad’s shoulders to keep him in place and punched his cock in faster. He roared “Oh yeah,” and started shuddering, nearly knocking Dad over, pumping his whole 17-day load into my dad’s insides. 

It took a long time to get it all out, but when Big Nick was done he pulled out of Dad’s oozing hole, still looking hard as a rock.

Dad said “Fuck,” and tried to sit on the sofa, but kind of slid to the floor instead. The jock pouch was wet and I swear I could see it throbbing from my dad’s bound up dick in it.

Nick leaned in close to my dad’s face and gave him a playful slap on the cheek. “Be good now, Joe.”

He looked around at the other guys staring at him in awe, the furniture shoved around, the sweat, lube, beer and cum on the sofa, chair and floor.

“What a fucking mess,” he said. “Let’s wrap this up.”

7.  JOEY

“Hold on,” I blurted, the first words out of my mouth in this whole event. Everyone turned to me.

“Mister – Mister Nick. You said every guy here was gonna do that.” I nodded toward my dad.  “But there’s still one more.”

It took Big Nick a half second, but he got it. A grin spread across his face, and he laughed out loud.

“You want a piece, kid? I primed the pump. You can finish him off.”

I got up on my feet and pulled open my jeans where my dick had been held tight the whole night, my underwear saturated with precum.   

Dad looked up in disbelief. But he didn’t ask why. Maybe he figured it out, or maybe he didn’t care anymore.

“Fuck,” he said, and got down on his hands and knees on the floor. 

I stripped out of my jeans and got behind him, running my hands over his ass, and spreading his slim haunches. After all that fucking, his hole was an easy target, red, slicked and pulating at my touch, the lube and cum there greasing my hand. I spread it on my boner and pushed it into him, in one smooth and easy stroke.

It was like heaven sinking my boner into Dad, who had no fight left in him. It was so warm and soft and yielding. It was my first ass, the one I’d wanted for years, and after a night of being turned on enough to bust I knew I wouldn’t have long.

With my dick all the way up in him I reached down into Dad’s sodden jock with my lubed hand to pull his cock out. Holding the actual heft of his oozing cock, curved, stiff and slick, was enough all on its own to make me cum.

I stroked his meat up and down, doing my best to pump into him as deep as I could. I wasn’t going to be a master fucker like Big Nick, I just wanted to get a few strokes in before I bust.

“You could have been doing this with me the whole time,” I said, “instead of pissing off all the guys.”

My thrusts were becoming more urgent, but I kept pumping his rigid cock.  

“I would have done anything,” I huffed, trying to suppress the rising load in me, despite his asshole twitching and seeing the muscle in his back, “Fuck, suck, anything you want.”

I started to say Dad, but the word caught in my throat as my hard-on erupted, flooding his insides with cum. “Fuck, Daddy,” I whispered, and we both groaned as his cock swelled, his hole convulsed on me, and his cum hosed out of him onto the floor below us, and in my hand. 

He dropped to the floor and I lay my weight on him, as we both slowly regained our breath and his ass released my softening dick. 

Big Nick crouched down next to us. “Joe, here’s the new rules,” he said. “You expand your horizons if you want to keep at your tom-catting. Go to any other neighborhood, I don’t give a fuck which. But you put that big Sicilian dick in any girl in this neighborhood, even the whores, or related to any guy here, and you’ll see tonight was just a warning.”

He stood up as we lay there at his feet.

“But Joe, it looks like if you want some action you don’t have to even leave home.

“Now get out of here,” Nick said, and pointed to the bathroom.

I rolled off of Dad, who got up to stagger away. The jockstrap was still hanging on one leg, his sticky semi swaying and greasy handprints all over his body. 

I followed him to the bathroom, where Dad sat on the toilet for a long time. I sat on the floor close by.

His guts were pushing out all the cum and gunk from inside him. He made all kinds of sounds I never heard an ass make. It sounds gross to say, but it was kind of hot, because all I could think was how his hole was still working from the fucking he took, and how good it felt to be in him like that.

Every now and then we’d make eye contact, but mostly he was about his business.

He took a long hot shower and I went out to the living room.

The guys had taken their stuff and had put the furniture more or less where it belonged. There were still some stains and stuff, but I guess you don’t have a good intervention without leaving things changed.

8. AFTERWARDS

I can’t say Dad became a priest in the few weeks since the intervention. He’s still a flirt. That’s just his nature. 

He started going further afield looking for girls, but I don’t know how his shtick played in those places, because when he went tom-catting he came back home every night alone. Maybe his whole thing until then was just a big dick in a small pond situation.

Things were weird between us, like we didn’t know how to be with each other. I slept in his bed with him that night, and just kept at it. I like to hold onto his body at night and he hasn’t said not to yet.

I’m horny as ever for him, maybe more. Maybe if he goes without enough pussy for a few more weeks he’ll be interested too. The black rubber buttplug was left in the bathroom, and so was the jockstrap, and it seems at least one of us will use them sooner or later.

He and the guys have their usual get-togethers, play basketball, gripe about shit, and Dad seems only a little deferential, whenever I see them all together. They have history, and one rough night can’t change that. 

It might sound crazy, but I think he had some kind of pride about the whole intervention, because they all got off on fucking him even though he’s a guy, because he’s just that hot. 

Knowing him like I do, that’s what I think. 

Despite everything, I still love my dad, and I don’t think I’ll ever love any other guy as much.

I look at the guys differently, though. 

Whenever I’d see Uncle Don all I could think of was that monster dick of his, and how I never knew that about him. I wonder if Aunt Lynn takes it all like her brother, my dad, did. You can’t know what secrets guys are carrying around with them.

Charlene Macchia’s dad, Vince, I almost have a crush on. He’s not built, but he’s cute, and his being such a good dad is sexy in its own way. Maybe if my own dad had stayed married he’d have ended up more like Vince Macchia, and I wonder if that would be a better deal for me? I don’t know, but I guess we all have our own shit we’re born to.

Fat Tony, that poor guy. He looked so thirsty for Dad that night, like he might have wanted him as much as me. He’s the last guy I would ever think I had that much in common with, but I hope he got it out of his system, even if I didn’t. I don’t call him fat anymore, just Tony, and he’s really not even that fat anyway.

Then there’s Big Nick. I go out of my way now to walk by his place. If I see he’s out doing yard work or whatever I give him a wave, and then I feel worried I was too faggy or embarrassing to him. But he smiles and waves back. I know he’s like 50, but I can’t get out of my head how he knew just what to do buttfucking, and I can still hear the sound of his lubed up cock going in and out of Dad. I figure I had it wrong all along, because I can see now he’s the real stud of the neighborhood.

– END –

Father Tristan Cox is the new superior of the Catholic seminary in the archdiocese of Cardiff, Wales.  It is estimated that there are 209,451 Catholics out of 3,112,451 inhabitants, which represents 6.7% of the population in Wales. Father Cox is in charge of 21 seminarians and knows each one intimately, as we will soon find out.

The origin of the name Cox has more than one possibility. In Old English, cocc means “the little” as a term of endearment. Willcox stands for little William. It can also a synonym of heap or a mound, like Haycox or Haycock. In the Welsh language, coch often means “red”, referring to a red hair person or someone coming from the red hills in Wales. It is estimated that there are 11,236,490 persons named Cox in the world. It is the 69th most common surname in the United Kingdom.

Many well-known people bear this name. Here are a few examples: English actor Alan Douglas Cox, English magician Chris Cox, American singer Bradford James Cox, Australian Olympic cross-country skier Britteny Cox, American actress Courteney Cox, Canadian author and screenwriter Daniel Allen Cox, American actor Joshua Cox, English writer and editor Michael Andrew Cox, English director and film producer Sarah Cox, American football cornerback Derek Sinclair Cox.

For you and me, the word “cox” has obviously only one meaning: penis, most often called “pecker, dick, rod, joystick, COCK.” Father Cox has a good six inches and a half between his legs. Like King Charles III, Prince Andrew and Prince Edward, he is circumcised. Father Cox worships the male body more than the Catholic Church. He is surrounded by young men who have chosen to be ordained priest. They spend four years studying theology, and Father Cox acts as both their spiritual director and confessor. He as a fucking hot plan spread out over those four years.

In the first year, he leads a very opened discussion and demonstration about masturbation. The Roman Catholic Church considers masturbation to be a mortal sin, which is not the case for many Protestants Churches in Northern and Western Europe, as well as in Northern America, Australia and New Zealand. Father Cox has to explain that masturbation is against the Sixth Commandment – “You shall not commit adultery.” –, that it is an intrinsically and gravely disordered action that violates the God-inscribed unbreakable bond between the love-giving and life-giving aspects of the marital act. Masturbation, he must stress, is an act in which one turns selfishly inward, be it within or outside marriage.

So much for “the official doctrine of the Church”. Father Cox is more practical, and considers that jerking off does not harm anyone, on the contrary. He also believes that anything worth doing deserves to be done well. As soon as Father Cox sees a cock, he gets hard. Dylan, the seminarian in his office right now, has to follow the spiritual director’s order and get undress. They both do and Cox’s cock gets hard as soon as he sees Dylan’s nice thick hairy dick. “You have the perfect tool for perfect solo fun, says the superior, but it is best to first set the mood. You turn down the light, you relax, you put on an erotic video”, he adds and does exactly that.

Masturbation doesn’t have to be a quickie in the shower. You set yourself up for quality “me time”. Father Cox coaches Dylan in caressing his pecker with the following advice: add excitement by switching up positions. “You can enjoy a solo session while on all fours, he illustrates; different positions mean different sensations… and that means more satisfaction.” Dylan is a good student and is already getting excited just by earing this advice. Known to be an excellent pedagogue, Father Cox goes on: “Changing hands, just like switching positions, can cause different sensations that can lead to intense ejaculation. Try holding your penis against your stomach, Dylan, stroking the underside of you shaft quickly with your nondominant hand.”

Father Cox gets closer to Dylan, breathes heavier as he shows him how to try different strokes, how to move his hips, how to go beyond the penis. “Your testicles, for example, have almost as many nerve endings as your rod, my friend. Consider pulling down on your balls, massage also your taint to create a special sensation.” The superior is a fan of the start-and-stop method known as edging. He kneels in front of Dylan’s joystick and invites him to follow his example. Cox stokes his cock right up until the edge of ejaculation, stops completely, slowly begins to masturbate again, increasing the speed until he’s ready to finish, but pulls back again. “Masturbation doesn’t have to be Go, Go, Go. The trick, Dylan, is to experiment with speed, strokes, positions and hands to reach a better orgasm.” Needless to say, they both shoot a huge creamy load of jizz.

* * *

In the second year, Father Tristan Cox helps seminarians putting on a jockstrap and quenching the thirst triggered by gear fetish. This may sound farfetched for the superior of a seminary, but remember that he is cock addicted and surrounded by young men. Moreover, Father Cox was a teacher in a private college for boys before being ordained. On top of teaching English, he was the coach for the rugby team. When he joined the players in the locker room, he saw them get naked for a shower and his cock got hard in two seconds. That’s when he bought his first jockstrap to hide his massive bulge.

One day, team captain Lloyd was the last player to leave the locker room, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Instead, he put on his jockstrap and approached the coach. “I know you love cocks and I think this gear will turn you on. Am I right?”[1] Tristan falls to his knees and starts sniffing the sweat-cum-piss-stained pouch. Lloyd’s dick is now a rod whose knob is peaking out of the pouch and already cum dripping. He adores face-fucking a man and Tristan is definitely thirsty for man juice. He siphons the captain’s faucet, so to speak, and swallows a flood of yummy cum. Tristan and Lloyd meet on a regular basis until the coach enters the seminary.

You have probably guessed that his experience with Lloyd is what prompts Father Cox to help seminarians putting on a jockstrap and quenching the thirst triggered by such a hot gear. He has a drawer full of jockstraps, mostly Bike brand. In his Jockstrap 101 course, Father Cox shows his preference for the traditional white ribbed cotton or nylon fabric that lets your junk breathe easily. In his mind, white is associated to sports, and looks more virile. He’s not into rainbow color jocks, to sissy for him. The straps need to be snug and lift butt cheeks. Thick waistband is also his preference (even if this makes him “old school”). As for the cut, he is again traditional and recommends jocks that leave your backside completely exposed. Not interested in jock briefs, jock thongs or v-back style.

The seminarian in his office right now is Owen, a very shy guy who blushes as soon as the superior invites him to talk about intimacy. On the other hand, he is very obedient and sports a fucking thick and long piece of cut meat. Father Cox pulls the largest jockstrap from his drawer, sniffs it and helps Owen to wrap his bomb in the white cotton fabric. The superior has also dropped his pants and his own bulging white jock is pointing towards Owen’s crotch. As they rub together, each of Father Cox’s moans of pleasure is echoed by the finally not so shy seminarian.

Owen smiles as Tristan grabs his thick rod. He secretly hopes that the superior will masturbate him, but he’s in for surprise. Following instructions, Owen lies down and positions himself so that both face each other’s jockstrap bulge. Tristan licks the pouch, bites the nuts and rod, uses his teeth to pull down the gear, and engulfs Owen’s God-given gift, sucking it with passion. As a good student, Owen reproduces this scenario, a first for him. He chokes a little bit at first, but quickly enjoys being face-fucked by and face-fucking a superior. He will never be shy again. It doesn’t take long for the juice to rise. Father Cox explains that the nectar flowing down the throats of two men in harmony can be considered the ultimate act of Holy Communion.  

* * *

In the third year, the superior shows how the ass is the tastiest part of the male body, the most divine one! Father Cox is a gourmet. He loves to nibble a seminarian’s lips, suck his nipples, chew his balls and swallow his juicy cock. But nothing beats the pleasure of eating a male ass. If the butt happens to be hairy, it’s a ticket to nirvana. And seminarian Rhys who just entered the superior’s office is the most magnificent bear to haunt the corridors of Cardiff’s archdiocesan seminary. Tristan can’t wait to dive into Rhys’ velvety buttocks, to lick his bearded crack.

The seminarian’s ass is wide and covered with very short curly hair. The sight of this virile sphere is simply fucking arousing. Father Cox first sniffs the ass crack. The musky scent is so damn intoxicating. He then warns Rhys that he is going to kiss him on the ass and on the lips in a back-and-forth way that will make him hard like never before. What he doesn’t tell him is that the superior’s gluttonous tongue will dive into the shit hole and into the mouth to mix both man juice and saliva, another form of Holy Communion.

As a teenager, the first time Tristan masturbated, he licked his jizz and found it to be sweet and sour. He called it the best whipped cream his palate had ever tasted. Now, Father Cox wants to share his cum with Rhys. He masturbates while licking the hairy rosebud and ejaculates in the seminarian’s velvety crack. The superior then licks up all the sweet and sour nectar and starts French kissing Rhys. The young man affectionately hugs his spiritual director to thank him for sharing this divine gourmet dish.

In the past, the priest distributed communion at the holy table. Now Catholics line up to receive the host in their hand. All seven seminarians in the third-year surprise their superior in the chapel by sitting on the holy table to offer their ass. Father Cox cites Jesus according to Matthw 26:26: “Take and eat; this is my body.” The superior uses his hard cock to mark a sign of the cross on each yummy butt host. The seven seminarians get the best fucking blessing they could ever receive.

* * *

In the fourth year, Father Cox prepares an exam to test the skills of the five seminarians in getting ploughed, on one hand, and in fucking hard and deep, on the other hand. He says: “The second part is my way to see if you can reach a man’s soul.” Morgan is now in the superior’s office and asks to confess his sins.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a week since my last confession. I have masturbated myself only once and not four times as you told me. I ate the ass of only two seminarians instead of three as you ordered me. I did not wear my jockstrap last Wednesday and did not sniff Owen’s gear as I should have done with frenzy. I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against God whom I should love above all things, as much as your divine cock, of course. I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance.”

“My son, your penance is a good fuck, hard and deep, right now. Suck first my dick to lubricate it, then pull down your pants and show me your dark butt.” Once that is done, Father Cox spits on the extremely tight brown hole, and shoves his dick without further more ceremony. Morgan lets out a sharp cry of pain, but quickly gets used to the back-and-forth movement of the superior’s dagger. When he starts moaning with pleasure, Father Cox tells him that he as succeeded the first test. For the second one, he calls in Steffan, the fourth-year seminarian who has the most begging ass.

“Morgan, you will fuck Steffan under my supervision. I will beat the rhythm by swinging my tirelessly hard cock on his peachy ass.” Morgan uses Vaseline to lubricate both his dick and Steffan’s hole. He’s nervous to perform under the supervision of Father Cox, but more willing than any seminarian to pass this test and access the priesthood, the vocation which favors the most exciting carnal man-to-man pleasures. The superior first notices that Morgan is an expert at moving his hips. He then appreciates how the seminarian’s cock sinks in with as much ardor as passion. When he hears Morgan calling Steffan a slut, a whore, he gives him bonus points.

When Morgan floods Steffan’s trunk with his creamy jizz, the superior smiles and proclaims: “My son, you are ready for ordination!”

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[1] My most popular Gay Demon story is about a priest and jockstrap fetish. 

Time for One More Hair Cut

I finished drying off and stepped out of the shower, Russ had stepped out before me and was already standing at the sink combing his hair. I took a moment to admire that pale, firm, round ass, God I loved that ass. I stepped behind him, rubbing my half hard cock against that sweet booty. I looked at his reflection in the mirror, he smiled as I tussled his hair as he tried to comb it. He had a nicely defined chest and wash-board abs with no hair, in fact other than the small ginger patch of pubes above his uncut cock, Russ’s body was completely hairless.

He chuckled, “come on Brian, we need to get ready, we are supposed to be at the bar in a half hour.”

I laughed, “yeah, I know, but you can’t expect me to behave when you shake that sexy ass and wave the one-eyed snake all over the place.”

Russ shook his head, “I’m not shaking or waving anything, I’m just trying to comb my hair.”

Russ finally pulled on a pair of underwear so I would leave him alone long enough to get dressed so we could meet our friends on time. As we were both looking in the mirror for our final primping, Russ turned his head, “I really need a haircut.”

I smirked, “I have a great barber and I could use a trim too. Do you want me to set up an appointment for both of us?”

He said, “I already have a guy I like, is your guy really good?”

I said, “they are the best, not only do they give a great haircut, but they are also a full-service shop.”

Russ gave me a questioning look, then shrugged, “I guess I could give your guy a try this time, you can try my guy next time.”

I smiled, “it’s a deal, I’ll set it up.”

I met Russ right after my hook up with Cooper and Manny, the last time I got my hair cut. After we had our little three-way, I noticed how happy they were, they really were a cute couple. So, when Cory wanted to introduce me to his brother-in-law, I decided to give it a try. Maybe I could have what Cooper and Manny have. Cory promised it would be low key, he was going to grill some steaks and we would have a few beers at his place. I had met his wife at the company Christmas party, and she was a very sweet girl, if her brother was half as nice as her, I stand to could spend a couple hours with him.

I was very pleasantly surprised when Cory introduced me to a good-looking red head with the most gorgeous green eyes I have ever seen. Russ smiled as we shook hands, and from that moment on, we talked like old friends who had known each other for years. After the best meal I have had since I moved out on my own, Russ and I decided to go to a bar for one more beer. As soon as we stepped into the bar, we both looked around and saw how busy the bar was, it was clear that we wouldn’t be able to have a quiet conversation.

I said, “my place is just a few minutes away, I have some beer in my fridge if you want, we can go there and talk.”

Russ grinned, “I would like that, it has to be quieter there than here.”

Russ had just moved to town a month ago to start a new job, the more we talked the more we had in common. By the time we looked at the clock, it was already midnight, it didn’t take much to convince him to stay the night. We started to kiss on the couch and headed to my bedroom. I got my first good look at his body. We were in complete contrast to each other. My olive skinned moderately hairy body to his pale completely hairless one. Our cocks were very similar in length and thickness, save for the sexy foreskin that covered his pink mushroom head. The first time I had played with an uncut cock was when I was with Manny and Cooper, I had been fascinated by them ever since. I was amazed at how in sync we were when we made love. It’s not like I was an expert in the sack, but I wasn’t a novice either, but this was different. There was so much more to what we did than I had experienced with any other guys I had been with. This wasn’t just another hook up. When we woke up the next morning in each other’s arms, Russ told me he felt the same way. We have been together ever since.

The next week I called Cooper and explained the situation, he was excited about bringing a fourth person into our little sessions. Russ and I have been open about sex and have even played with another couple that we were friends with. We agreed early on that we would only play with others together. I told Cooper that if Russ wasn’t comfortable once we got to his shop, we would simply leave. He would still cut my hair, but we would need to cease his other services, he agreed.

I picked up Russ from his work on the night of our appointment, he gave me a quick kiss as he got in the car.

He grinned at me, “I have never seen someone look so excited to get a haircut, this must be a great barber shop.”

I chuckled, “It is, but promise that if you don’t like it, just say so and we can leave.”

Russ asked, “why would I not like it?”

I said, “oh, I know you’ll like it.”

I decided to shut up before I scared Russ too much, but I didn’t want to pressure him if he wasn’t into it. We parked the car and walked to the door, I gave the door a couple light knocks and we heard the door being unlocked.

Cooper looked out from behind the door as he held it open, Russ followed me inside as Cooper locked the door behind us. Russ and I grinned as we saw Manny and Cooper standing there next to their chairs, completely naked.

Manny smiled and asked, “who would like to start with a shampoo?”

Seconds later, Russ and I were naked, and Cooper told Russ to have a seat and lay his head back in the sink. Russ let out a slight moan as Copper’s magic fingers began to dance around Russ’s scalp. Manny smiled at me and gave me a kiss, we both leaned down and continued to kiss with Russ’s suddenly hard dick between our lips. Russ nearly jumped out of the chair when he felt us on his cock, Cooper chuckled as he pushed Russ back in the chair. Russ relaxed and enjoyed the treatment he was getting and was stroking Cooper’s cock. I stood and gave him a kiss as the soap was rinsed from his hair. We switched places, Manny was washing my hair as Russ and Cooper took turns sucking on my pole and giving my nuts a thorough licking while I was stroking Manny’s uncut manhood. I was so relieved that Russ was receptive to the whole scenario, I really wanted to continue my monthly visits to Cooper and Manny’s shop.

Once Manny had my hair washed, we all stood in the middle of the shop, kissing each other. Cooper and Russ kissing, me and Manny, then Manny and Copper, while I kissed Russ. When Many and Russ were kissing, Cooper and I sank to our knees and each took a beautiful uncut cock into our mouths, pausing only to switch the dicks we were sucking. Cooper and I stood up and Russ and I reluctantly took a seat in each of the barber chairs. For the next excruciating 15 minutes, Copper and Manny cut our hair, it was after all, the reason we were there. Of course, Russ and I were playing with the cocks that were within our reach as we got our haircuts.

Manny finished cutting Russ’s hair first, he brushed off the loose hair and they shared another kiss. Just as Cooper finished brushing the hair from me, Russ walked over and put his leg on the arm of the chair, giving me access to his stiff pole. I gladly took his length into my mouth. Russ leaned forward as Cooper took his spot beside my chair. Russ latched onto Cooper’s dick as Manny moved behind Russ’s exposed hairless pink pucker and dove in. Moans and slurping sounds were echoing throughout the room.  We switched places, Manny was now getting is cock sucked by Russ while he sucked mine and Cooper gave him a rim job. Cooper stood and rubbed his cock up and down Manny’s crack. Cooper quickly grabbed a bottle of lube that had been strategically left on the counter and he was soon balls deep in that hot Latin ass. Manny let my cock fall from his mouth, I turned the chair slightly and reclined it, causing to Russ to lean back, I lifted his legs and gave his sweet hole a couple of licks as Cooper continued to fuck Manny. Cooper smiled at me as he handed me the bottle of lube, I was soon buried inside Russ as we kissed. I was now laying on top of Russ, my ass in the air, I felt the cool liquid running down my crack and a finger working the lube into my hole. I continued to fuck Russ, I didn’t care whose finger it was at this point, I just wanted the cock that I knew was coming. I was not disappointed, I soon felt my entrance being stretched and my hole filled to the brim. I looked to my side and saw Cooper sucking Manny, as I pistoned in and out of Russ, while Cooper did the same to me. I watched in the mirror as Manny moved behind Cooper, Manny pushed in, and we were soon back in rhythm. I continued to watch in the mirror, this was just like a video I had watch a while ago.

Manny panted, “I want to be fucked too.”

We untangled as he put his knees in the seat of the chair, I moved in and granted his request. Russ moved in behind me, and Copper was behind Russ. Once again, we synced up as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

Russ was the first to announce he was getting close, I knew I wasn’t far behind him. Copper pulled back as we unstacked. We formed a circle, Cooper, Manny, and I on our knees in front of Russ as he stroked his uncut monster. Russ turned into a lawn sprinkler as he started to shoot his load, pivoting so that he squirt into each of our mouths and on our faces. We were all greedily licking our lips, to catch every drop. The scene was repeated when I stood, and Russ went to his knees, my seed was also spread across the eager mouths before me. Cooper and Manny each followed suit, leaving us all with our faces covered in a delicious cum cocktail.

We stood up to kiss and lick cum from each other’s faces until we were all clean and our semen fueled hunger was satisfied. Manny grabbed us all towels to finish cleaning up.

As Russ and I began to dress, I said, “sorry guys, I promised to try out Russ’s barber next month, so I won’t be calling for an appointment.”

Cooper grinned, “yeah, we know.”

I asked, “how do you know?”

Manny picked up their appointment book and said, “it’ right here, April 30th, 6:00, Russ and friend.”

I looked at the book, still not quite sure what it meant, I said, “I don’t understand.”

Cooper laughed, as I looked at a smirking Russ, Cooper said, “remember I told you last time that we only do this with one other guy and you?”

I nodded, “yeah, so?”

Russ gave me a peck on the lips, “I’m that guy.” He turned to Copper and Manny and said, “We’ll see you guys next month.”

 

The End.

While staying at a Clothing Optional Gay Men’s Resort with a pool in the main area and a garden area inside the fence on the same property surrounded by trees and shrubs,  I was ordered by my Master to go to the garden area totally naked and exposed and to carry a blindfold and lube in my hand. I was to lie in an old bathtub in the garden area and place a large sign that was inside the tub around my neck that read, “PISS SHOWER THIS FAGGOT”. I was then ordered to blindfold myself and lube my cock. I was to stroke my cock, keeping myself on edge for hours.  I was not permitted to cum on my own until Master gave me permission to ejaculate.

It didn’t take long before several men began piss showering my body with their warm piss stream. I could hear men laughing at my predicament, while others stood around talking to each other and waiting to witness my next piss shower.  Sometimes 2 streams of piss showers hit my body at the same time from different angles. 

I steadily masturbated blindfolded, humiliating myself in front of every man in the garden. Some men were masturbating themselves while watching me Masturbate because I could hear their sigh of relief when they finally shot their hot creamy cum loads all over my body, followed up with their warm piss showers to my body. 

I heard men saying,  “take a video showing me piss showering this Faggot”.  I also heard several men snapping pictures of the piss showers and laughing about my predicament. Men said to me, “I heard  you want to be pissed showered so take this Faggot” as their warm piss stream flowed over my entire body.  Some men would say, “I’m coming back to give you more of my piss later Faggot, you better be here”.  I stayed completely piss soaked all afternoon.

After many hours in the garden my Master came by and ordered me to finally Masturbate myself to completion in front of a group of men that he invited to watch. I was ordered to ejaculate in my hand and then to lick off all of my cum in my hand in front of the men watching.  

Finally, Master ordered me to remove the sign around my neck and the blindfold and get out of the tub. Master then ordered me to put on a yellow jock strap and sandals and go to his car just outside the gate. Master drove me to a gay leather bar.  My body odor smelled like a raunchy piss urinal by that time and I was paraded around inside so it was clear that I was a PISS PIG.  Master then handed me a large clear empty baby bottle and ordered me to piss in it when I needed to relieve myself.  I was to suck on the nipple of the baby bottle and drink my own piss while other men in the bar watched me humiliate myself.  I was given lots of water to drink all night which caused me to piss in the baby bottle numerous times during the night, humiliating myself in front of everyone as I was forced to suck on the nipple of the baby bottle to drink my own piss.

After a few hours, Master ordered me back into his car and he drove me back to the Clothing Optional Resort. I was ordered to go inside the resort and strip completely naked with no sandals. I was to go to my room leaving the drapes completely opened and the lights in the room on all night. I was also ordered to lie on my bed face up, blindfolded, naked and exposed in a spread eagle position for everyone walking by my room to see.  I was to take the baby bottle and place it in my mouth. I was forbidden to leave my bed all night so when I needed to relieve myself, I could only piss inside the baby bottle. I then was ordered to place the baby bottle back into my mouth and use my lips to suck on the nipple so that I could drink my own piss.  I had to pee three times that night and each time I drank all of my own piss in order to keep the bottle empty for the next wet piss.

During the evening I could hear men outside my window laughing and saying, “Look at the pathetic faggot; we need to get some more pictures of him now spread eagle on his bed with the baby bottle in his mouth”.  I was exposed all night with a baby bottle in my mouth, naked and humiliated in front of every man that walked by my window. My room was located just inside the resort gate so all the men entering or leaving could see me as they walked by my room.  

I heard the sound of several delivery men talking to the front office through the speaker at the gate saying that they were there to deliver food to certain rooms. The office buzzed the gate open and footsteps were heard outside my window. Since I was blindfolded, naked and exposed spread eagle on my bed with a baby bottle full of piss in my mouth, there is no doubt in my mind that some of the delivery drivers may have paused in front of my room before exiting the gate.

I’m Billy.  I am 25, gay and married to Jack, a 42  year old white stud.  We share a lot of the same interests-fashion, sports, music, and books.  In bed  Jack is my Daddy.  Jack wears tall boots when he fucks me and clearly is my boss when he does.  I get down on my knees  to lick his gorgeous boots.  He wears cowboy boots, Docs, and knee high laced black boots from NewStylish that have 3”heels.   I always get hard when I do his gorgeous boots. Jack calls me his boot bitch as I do his boots.  I get off when calls me his bitch, fag boy, and his cute queerboy.  Sometimes when Jack is away, I will come on his boots, lick my cum and polish the boots with my cum. Then they are ready for Jack to put on and be my fuckin boss man.

 I love Jack and we are happily married.   I teach English at a community college and am working on a novel about growing up as black, gay boy.  As I mentioned I am into fashion.  I order clothes from different gay websites.  I like to wear both tight and baggy jeans depending on my mood.  If I am horny, I like to wear my cropped Vivian Westwood tight denims that feature my ass. I wear a tee shirt in white or some pastel color. I love pearls and wear pearl necklace and bracelet.  Jack recently bought me a pair of high top black platform Converse which look good with the cropped jeans.  Jack also bought me a pair of white Keds.  I wear them without socks and have gotten compliments from  guys about how cute I look in my Keds.  The other day I was at Starbucks and this older black guy came over and introduced himself.

 “Hi, I am a Dave.  Really dig you look, man. “

 Dave was wearing  a white tee, jeans and new high white AF1s that seemed to glow.

 “I dig your kicks, man”

 We chat for a while.  Dave reaches over  and puts his hand on my thighs.  He continues and moves his hand to my crotch.  I am hard now and do not want to stop him. 

 “You look so hot in your jeans and Keds, Billy”. 

 Rubbing my crotch and complimenting on my Keds, I come in my jeans.

 “Thanks, Dave.  Maybe we can get together sometime”.

 Dave calls me but I don’t follow up.  I don’t want to betray Jack.

 There have been other guys like Dave who have hit on me.  I tell  Jack about them; he smiles and enjoys hearing how I attract guys.   Jack will ask me in more detail about some of these guys and that can lead to us imagining including the stud in a threesome.  I imagine being spitroasted  sucking Dave’s cock while Jack fucks me from behind.  Telling these stories to Jack makes him hard. We start of kiss and feel each other’s crotch.  I unzip Jack’s jeans and take his cock in my mouth.  I know every inch of his beautiful tool and make love to it.  Jack gently rubs my hair and moans.  We strip down just leaving Jack’s NewStylish boots on and me with my high black platform Chucks.  We are both hard so Jack takes a selfie of the two of us naked in our boots embracing each other.  I love that pic, we look so good together.

 “Do my boots now, pretty bitch gurl.”

 I love these boots, they are so hot.  I rub the shafts and lick the vamp and toe of the boots.

 “You look like such a bitch doing my boots, Billy.  I love it.   I am so hard now I need your ass.”

 I get on my hands and knees and Jack makes love to my cheeks. After revelling in my cheeks Jack moves to my hole with his tongue and wet mouth. I start to moan as my pussy gets moist, aching for Jack’s cock.

 “Fuck me, Jack.  I can’t wait any longer for your dick.”

 Jack does not wait and slides his cock into my welcoming hole. Jack fucks me and continues to work my ass with his hands.  After a while Jack reaches for dick and strokes it.  I shoot my load.

OH FuCKKKKKKKKK

 Get on your back, Billy.  I want to enjoy your new boots while I fuck you.  I lay on back with my legs and those big black Chucks in the air. 

 “These are some bitchin boots, Billy.  You look so hot in them.”

 I reach for the top of Jack’s boots and hold the leather tight.  The tighter I hold onto his boots the deeper he goes inside me.

 “Do my Chucks, Jack.  Show me your love for the new boots you bought me”

Jack starts to lick and kiss my beautiful black boots.

 Jack fucks me for what seems like hours.  He stops and then pulls off one my boots.  He kisses it then  drops a huge load inside and on top of my new boots.  He reaches into the boot with his finger and enjoys the cum in his mouth.  He  then shoves the boot in my mouth  and I lick his cum both inside and on top of that fuckin boot. 

 ‘Yeah, Billy.  That’s the way to enjoy your new boots.”

 “Yeah, Daddy.  That was hot. We have fully initiated these new boots into our sex life.  I can’t  wait to wear then again when you fuck me in your boss boots.”

 “You got it, my pretty bitch gurl.”