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Michael started his first day at his new job at the bank. It was a new start and not a position he was accustomed too working on private accounts. Lex was assigned to be his mentor and get him adjusted to the new surroundings. Lex asked “How’s your first day going. There is a lot to learn but I’m here to help you along the way”. Thank you, said Mike. I look forward to learning everything I can from you. I’m glad to hear there is a definitely a lot I can teach you.

The first day was going well and Mike was adjusting well. Hey Mike tell me a little about yourself. Well I was born in California and did my schooling there. Was into a lot of sports and dabbled in music and art. That’s awesome, said Lex. I dabbled into those things as well.

Dope. I went to a lot of concerts with friends I kinda miss the atmosphere. I understand that said Lex. Well I have a favourite bar close by if you ever want to go. 

That would be great. Actually I’m going tonight if you want to come with us. I have no plans so I’m down for that. Would be great for bonding, Mike laughed

The work day came to a close and everyone was heading out. Ready to go, said Lex. Yes I am. We are going to meet my friends Chris and Ashley. They are cool people to be around.

That sounds good let’s go.

Mike and Lex headed to the bar where Chris and Ashley were waiting. Chris was tall and had his arms covered in tattoos. Ashley was a beautiful looking blonde with a lively personality.

Hey Lex who is this fine gentleman you have here. This is Mike it was his first day and I’m training him. Well Mike Lex is a good teacher you will learn a lot. Thank you I have even just today.

What would you like to drink said Lex. A vodka cranberry would be nice to start. Can I get two vodka crans Lex told the bartender.

Lex grabbed the drinks and toasted with the group. ” To our new friend may we have many more nights”. The night went amazing and there was a lot of conversation. Hey Mike are you seeing anyone. Not right now haven’t found the right one. Oh you will handsome as you are said Lex. Mike blushed a little. Ashley confirmed yeah you are fine. I even see a lot of people looking at you around the bar. No he’s mine, Lex grinned. There’s no need to fight mike exclaimed. 

Do you want to go outside for a smoke with me Lex asked. Yeah I don’t mind

Mike and Lex headed outside. You know I really enjoyed training you today. I enjoyed it too. We get along really well I’m glad they chose you 

I also couldn’t help checking you out in your suit. Oh really I could say the same. We both look good in a suit. Thank you they chuckled. Well since we both like each other we can do a little more training after hours

Oh really said Mike. I’m game. Well let’s go back in for a little bit and we can get out of here. Ok bet.

They went back in. Look at the two friends Chris said. Yeah they look good said Ashley. Is it that obvious Lex said. Yeah you two couldn’t stop looking at each other. That’s why they’re my friends they can see everything. 

Well me and Ashley have to get out of here soon. Let’s do this again sometime. Yeah for sure it was really nice to meet you guys. Well me and Mike will have one more drink see you guys later 

Have a good night don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Ashley and Chris left. Nice to be alone now. I agree. Well let’s get out of here I don’t live far away. Mike and Lex got in the Uber and headed to Lex’s place

Lex’s place was a nice apartment by the water. Inside was very neat with leather couches and a dining room table with paintings on the wall of different locations

I love your place Mike said. Thank you would you like a drink. Yes I would. One Lex special coming right up. Go ahead and get comfortable. Mike took off his shoes and sat on the couch. Here’s our drinks as Lex sat next to Mike. Here’s to new beginnings. Cheers as they clanged their glasses. Do you want to see the rest of the place. Yes I would.

Lex started to show Mike around and eventually got to the master bedroom. This is where all the magic happens. I bet said Mike.

I want to see this magic. I thought you would never ask. Lex laughed. Mike and Lex started to kiss and get each other undressed. I wanted this all day. Oh really I know you do. Here it is. Mike grabbed Lex’s pants and gasped. Yeah I can see what you’ve magically been hiding. Mike got down and started to take Lex in his mouth and feel Lex’s body and massage his legs. Yeah baby show me what you got

Oh yes I will show you baby. Mike continued sucking Lex making his toes curl. Oh you’re really good at this. Yeah I’ve been practicing my technique. Oh yeah well you are a pro. Lex then said I love this but I want more. 

I do too. Turn around and let me see you’re beautiful body. Mike had a nice round ass that looked like a dancer’s body. Mmm you have the nicest ass baby. Lex grabbed some lube off the counter. I can’t wait to be inside. Lex lubed him up and eased in. Get in there baby let me feel you. Lex eased inside and started stroking slow then fast. Yeah baby fuck me. Give me that dick. Mike moaned. You like it baby. Lex continued pounding and flipped Mike on his back going deeper while kissing him. Mike moaned louder with every stroke. Keep going baby. Lex then put Mike on his stomach and went deeper. Mike moaned I want this all the time. Lex was reaching the climax and said I want to cum on your face. Yes that’s my favourite. Lex pulled out and Mike got on his knees. Oh yes I’m ready as he shot his warm cum on his face and mouth. Tastes good said Mike. Let’s relax and do it again later. They cleaned up and layed next to each other on the bed. 

Lex checked his phone and there was a video call from Ashley. Lex answered. Chris and Ashley were home. How was your night Ashley asked. It was amazing as Lex and Mike cuddled up next to each other. Yeah we had fun Mike laughed. I can see im glad to see you two getting on nicely. Can me and Chris come over we’ll all have a night cap. I don’t see why not let us know when you’re down stairs.

Lex and Mike were waiting when they heard a knock. Oh yes they are here. Mike answered the door. Hello friends as they hugged. Ashley was wearing a long jacket and Chris was wearing a hoodie. Let’s get some drinks. As they all sat on the couch. Ashley took off her jacket and had on a crop top and a black skirt showing off her legs tattoo that went up her thigh. Chris replied it’s awesome having time with all of us. Yeah I agree Lex added. 

Mike has a great ass it might be better than Ashley’s. Oh really let’s see Chris said. Mike was shy but got the courage. Mike had tight shorts on that showed it off Chris grabbed it. Yeah you might be right you’re lucky Lex. 

Mike said. Yeah I’ve been working on it looks really good with my suit on. It gets stared at a lot. Hey let me see Ashley said. It’s a nice ass for sure let’s see without the clothes. Mike took his shorts off . Omg said Ashley. It’s amazing. Can I kiss it. As long as I can kiss yours. Deal. Ashley took off her skirt and kissed Mike first and Ashley went after. We keep our men happy Ashley said. We do said Mike. 

Ashley grabbed Mike and gave him a kiss as Lex and Chris watched. Ashley then said Mike sit on Chris’s lap. Mike did and felt Chris get hard while rubbing against his legs. Mmm said Chris I like it I can appreciate you and why Lex likes you.

Mike grabbed Chris’s dick and put it in his mouth let me show you what a man can do. Chris said do it. Ashley added he looks like he really knows what he’s doing. Lex and Ashley watched yeah Mike did such a good job earlier Chris will be satisfied. 

Mike bent over and Lex got behind him and started to oil him up to go inside. Ashley said show me how good he is at taking your big dick. I like seeing guys fuck each other. Ashley got down and started making out with Mike as he was moaning. You have a good one here Ashley said. Chris agreed he really knows what he is doing. Chris got up and started making out with Ashley as Lex fucked Mike. Mike started moaning louder and said I want to suck you baby. Mike put his mouth around lex’s dick and grabbed Ashley’s ass and Ashley said Chris I want you to fuck him too Chris got to work and loved every minute of Mike’s ass. Chris went deeper and deeper inside and smacked Mike’s ass. Chris was about to finish and came on Mike’s ass. Then Ashley licked it up and kissed Mike feeling the warmness on each other’s lips. They finished and all cleaned up and sat on the bed all next to each other in bliss. 

Let’s all share each other they agreed. I love my friends you guys are the best ever. They layed down and relaxed. Mike got under the covers and started sucking Chris and Lex off. Ashley got on top of Chris and Mike on top of Lex and they rode the guys big dicks moaning in unison and kissed and then they all spooned and went to sleep.

Ashley got up and Mike went with her for a smoke on the patio. They talked. Mike said I really love you guys and really like Lex. Ashley said I love you too. Lex is a good guy and so is Chris. They both like you too. That’s awesome to hear. I’m happy Ashley that I am training with him and be around him for the time being. Yes definitely Ashley said. Ashley sat on Mike’s lap and they enjoyed the breeze outside. I’m getting aroused thinking about you guys it makes me happy. Ashley then rubbed against Mike’s leg so that he can feel her wetness on his leg. Mike said I’m a good fuck but I want you too. Oh really baby. Ashley pulled him out. You’re not so bad yourself. Let’s go inside. They went in and Ashley sucked Mike so good and they started fucking. Ashley had the nicest tits that were firm and the most awesome body. Mike loved it and said you are the best and went harder. Yeah I love it baby. I can ride it as good as you ride them. They finished and went back to bed. When they got in the room. Chris and Lex were getting down. Lex was on top kissing Chris while pounding him. Chris loved every second of it and wanted more. Ashley and Mike went and got water. Ashley said you guys really love each other’s company. It’s so hot seeing you guys all together. They brought the water in as they were finishing. You guys probably need this. Yes thank you baby. Glad to be of service, said Ashley. 

They then exchanged kisses with each other and cuddled. Mike and Ashley were in the middle of Lex and Chris and they were all comfortable on the bed naked and warm. This was the first of many good nights together.

I’d told a couple friends about my recent experiences with chemsex and they became extremely worried, as good friends would. Brian and Josh were two guys I’d known for years. They were a couple I met at one of our local gay bars. Brian is the older of the two at nearly 60, works out like a fiend, bald, thick salt & pepper beard, waxes his body. I’d never seen him naked, but I’m sure he’s hanging based on the clear bulge I’ve seen in his shorts many times. That, and his husband, Josh continuously brags about the girth and length of his husband’s meat.

Josh is 35, also works out. The met at the gym. Thick head of jet black hair, blue eyes, clean shaven, waxed body due to a recent body building completion. They met at the gym almost 10 years ago and have been inseparable ever since.

As we have become closer, we’ve shared many stories of our sexual explorations. They both know Jace and also know he has my cock locked up going on 8 weeks straight. They have heard me tell them all about my frequent fisting adventures while high on the T. Since they confided in me they are also into handball, it was easy to tell them all about it.

The following week, Saturday afternoon, I heard a knock on my door. When I answered, there was Brian and Josh in the doorway and they barged in. 

“We need you to sit down, man”, Brian said in a serious voice.

”We’re very concerned about you. We’ve been talking it over and we think you’re playing with fire. Maybe you’re not an addict now, but you’re on your way. We’ve made a couple of calls, and there are places you can go for help.”, Josh said next.

I should have mentioned both Brian and Josh work in the healthcare field, so likely they reached out to some of their connections.

”Wait a minute now! What are you saying? Look, I will admit I’ve been experimenting with T for a few mo the now, but I’m no addict. I appreciate your concern, but I think I’m good. I really do.”

”Man, we knew you’d say that. That’s what an addict would say. I mean, I don’t get it. I don’t know what you get out of it. Don’t you see these people with missing teeth and emaciated bodies? Do you want to end up like them? Is that what you want?”, Brian said with conviction.

”Look, I know some people get addicted and can’t stop. I don’t see myself that way. I do it occasionally, that’s it. I need to tell you, a couple hits of clouds and a little booty bump, that’s it. In just a couple of minutes, it’s like going on a wild trip where your endorphins and adrenaline take over, and this euphoria that is like none other. Taking fists while high is indescribable. I cannot put it into words. To be honest, I’m surprised the two of you haven’t done it!”

As I was describing the rush to the men, I could see Josh adjusting his dick in his shorts. Maybe he was picturing himself taking his husband’s meaty paws under the influence?

”Will you listen to yourself? You’re trying to justify this! Are you high right now?”, Brian was becoming agitated with me.

”Babe, calm down. Maybe he’s right? Maybe his problem is not as bad as we thought? I mean, he does have a point. We’ve never parTied before. We don’t know what it’s like. Who are we to judge?”

”Are you kidding me right now? I’m not doing meth with you, Josh! I will not put that crap in my body and neither should you!”

”Guys, I do appreciate your concern. I appreciate you coming over here. I don’t want to cause any problems between you two. And, no, I’m not high right now, but damn it, you two are making me all horned up sitting in my living room with your sweaty workout clothes. I can smell your musky sweat all the way across the room!”

Brian lifted his pit up and took a whiff. His pits were not waxed. 

“Yeah, I guess we are a bit ripe. Josh, let’s go.”

”Actually babe, ummm, I’d kind of like to stick around if that’s ok. I’ve been begging you to spice things up for months now. Maybe I should take a booty bump?”

”Whoa, boy, I mean I know we’re married and I don’t want to act like I own you, but do you know what you’re doing? You want to parTy right now? You haven’t even douched? What are you thinking?”

”if you’re serious, I’ve got a hose in the shower upstairs. I don’t mind fixing us a couple bumps, maybe Brian will take us chariot?”

”Really? Is that a serious offer? Brian, will you do this for me, please?

”Damn it, boy, I can never say no to you you. Fuck, ok, even if it is against my better judgment.”

I brought them both upstairs to my bedroom. While Brian showered, I took out some supplies from my bag. Josh and I lit up a couple crystals and got a little loose. By the time Brian came out of the shower in a towel, I’d begun to work in the booty bumps. Brian just watched me work while Josh douched and showered. I’d already cleaned out that morning in the hopes of finding some fun.

When Josh returned to the bedroom I had him lay flat on my bed and I gave him a small bump in the ass. I’d prepared a second syringe and did the same for myself. 

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Part 2 to follow, and this story is in no way meant to entice anyone to try party drugs, it is just a story with some partial truths and embellishments. 

The Final Chapter

 The remainder of the evening was blissfully uneventful.  Since Friday night, we had had four rounds of mind-blowing sex, with each of us in the dominant role for one of them, and both of us using that opportunity to deny the other.   We had dinner, watched TV, and went to bed where Pook immediately assumed the position.  Since he hadn’t allowed me to cum earlier, I had to fall asleep rock hard with him pressed against my body.  He smugly fell asleep nuzzled into me, knowing he had gotten the best of me.  Plus, tomorrow was a special 7AM CrossFit class for the Labor Day holiday so we needed to be well rested and ready to go.   And there would be the added attraction of us attending for the first time as a couple.   Ben, Bear, and Jack had been at the party and saw me put my arm around Pook affectionally.   We didn’t make a formal announcement, but it was apparent we had a “thing.”

Although I had designated last Friday night as our sexual competition, I knew today, Monday, would be equally competitive.   And I had a plan, both for the actual CrossFit competition, as well as one of my own. 

The alarm went off early, we had a light breakfast of fruit and water and headed to the box (box is the term CrossFit uses for gym).   Most everyone was there by the time we arrived, so the two of us arriving together was a bit of a head-turner.    Ben, Bear, and Jack knew exactly what was going on and exchanged knowing glances, but the others looked at us a little puzzled.   That’s ok, I thought.   We’ll let this unfold naturally.

It wasn’t lost on me that we were back where all this had started.   This was the same CrossFit box where Pook and I had flirted continuously which snowballed into the relationship that exploded (along with our cocks) Friday night.   I looked around the box as we prepared for our workout, soaking it in.   Everything was the same.  Everything was different.

Labor Day is a special “Hero” WOD (workout-of-the-day).  On most national holidays, CrossFit boxes around the country do the same workout, often named after a fallen war hero to honor them.  Today’s workout was appropriately named Nutts after Lt. Richard Nutall, killed in Afghanistan.  The workout was a 20-miniute AMRAP (as many rounds as possible in 20 minutes) of 30 box jumps, 20 push presses (pressing 115# over your head 20 times) and 30 pull-ups.   As are all Hero WODs, this was a rough one.   Pook and I were evenly matched on the box jumps and his youthful strength gave him the clear edge on the push presses.   But pull-ups are my specialty, so I had the advantage there.   This would be an intense competition, each of us with our individual strengths; both of us fiercely competitive.   And what had transpired over the weekend only magnified each of our individual drives to compete.   And win.

After we completed the warmup, we each ripped off our shirts and the countdown clock began:  10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1.   

Pook’s and my workout stations were side-by-side and we each had an official “counter.”   Typically, CrossFitters are expected to self-count their reps and report them accurately.   Hero workouts are so intense that having someone else count your reps frees up energy for the athlete to do nothing but concentrate on their performance.  

As expected, we finished the first round of 30 box jumps at precisely the same time.  I knew I’d fall behind on the push presses and would need to make it up with the pull-ups.   I was only at 15 push-presses when Pook finished his round of 20.    But when I finished and moved into the 30 pull-ups, I caught up with him and we finished the first round of the workout at exactly the same time.   Round 2 was slower for both of us, but identical in performance.   We tied the box jumps, he won the push presses, and I caught up on pull-ups to tie the round.

This competition would come down to pure stamina.   My strategy was clear:   Stay with him in box jumps, don’t fall too far behind in push presses, and make it up in pull-ups.   We kept at it.   Fierce.  Aggressive.  Even savage.   We were both out to win.    Coming in second is for wimps.    Each round was slower than the one before, but I kept up.

The clock now showed five minutes remaining.  We were starting our 7th round.  Again, we tied on box jumps and he pulled ahead on the push presses.  The clock was down to two minutes remaining and I had to catch up on push presses and beat him on pull-ups.  He was already on his third pull-up by the time I finished the push presses.   There was :30 on the clock for me to catch up to his three and beat him.   I leapt up to the bar, got pullup 1,2, and 3 and dropped to the floor.   He was now at 4.  Back up to the bar with :05 left on the clock, I got to 4 and we both did our 5th.  With :02 left on the clock, he finished his 6th pull-up and I dug deep and crammed in my 6th and 7th.  The buzzer went off and we both dropped from the bar into sweaty heaps.

I HAD WON!!! I was completely exhausted and had beaten him by 1 rep. I was too tired to think, too tired to even savor the victory.   After several minutes of recovery, we were finally able to scrape ourselves off the floor and instinctively walked over to the other for a congratulatory hug.  We were both covered in sweat, but the hug was long and genuinely affectionate.   Pook was proud of his Daddy.

What drove my performance?   Had Pook’s mentorship over the months improved my conditioning?   Was it the fact that I was wearing my sexiest jockstrap under my shorts and went shirtless, which always seems to elevate my testosterone?   Was it my compelling need to outperform my boy?   Who knows?   But the feeling was exhilarating.

Now for the second part of the competition…

While cooling down I got Pook off to the side to suggest we hang back after class and get more weightlifting in.  I was acutely aware of what he denied me of last night and had every intention of getting what I deserved from him.  

Pook thought that was a great idea and since he was one of the coaches at this box, he had a set of keys so we could stay back after the others left and lock up behind us.  He told coach that we were hanging back to continue to work out and after a few minutes the place was cleared.  Since it was Labor Day, that was the only class of the day, so we’d have the place to ourselves for as long as we wanted.   Also, it was windowless, so no one could see inside.

We were covered in sweat, but we had recovered and still had the energy to do more.

Not wanting to dive into my plan too quickly, I suggested we start with the bench press.   CrossFit is adamant you have a spotter when you bench press so when you get to heavier weights, the spotter is there to pull the bar off your chest if the weight is too heavy.  Since the spotter stands right over your eyes as you’re looking up to the bar, it’s unavoidable to look straight into the spotter’s crotch when you lift.   And that’s exactly why I started with the bench press.   As we were getting the bench and bar ready, I said to Pook, “Boy, I’m still sweating from the workout.  I’m going to lose these sweaty gym pants.”   Pook grinned from ear-to-ear and replied mockingly, “Yeah, me too.  I’m pretty warm myself.”

Now down to my red Nasty Pig jockstrap, I loaded the plates on the bar, slid under it on the bench, and looked up to where Pook was spotting me.    As expected, right in my line of sight is his massive sweat-stained pouch. I often used Pook’s near-perfect body as inspiration for my workout performance and this was one of those times.  I was staring directly up to and beyond his pouch, up his torso, pecs and strong arms.   The sight I was beholding was wildly motivating.

I did three sets, and we reversed roles.   Now Pook was stretched out on the bench in his oh-so-sexy PUMP jockstrap, looking straight up into my pouch.  He licked his lips, quietly groaned “Oh, Daddy,” and proceeded to easily finish three sets at a heavier weight than I.  

It was time to move on to squats.  One of the biggest problems squatters have is squatting deep enough, and I’m no exception.   One of the tricks to ensure you get low enough is to put something behind you at the height you’re supposed to squat to and squat down to it.   If you squat deep enough that your ass touches it, you’ve reached the appropriate depth.   “Hey Pook,” I pointed to the floor.   “I need you to get under me.  I’ll squat to your face to make sure I get deep enough”.   I was getting downright depraved. 

I did a couple warm up squats with just the barbell to make sure Pook’s face was positioned to receive my ass.   He laid on the floor in place, I squatted and easily got the depth I needed.   My ass not only reached his face, but just as I got to the lowest position, he extended his tongue and gave my hole a quick lick.   This was going to be the most enjoyable squatting I had ever done.

I added weights and did several sets of 5 reps each.    Every time I lowered myself to his face, I could feel his warm, wet tongue slide across my hole.  And the more weight I added, the longer I’d be down in the squat position.

Naturally I would reciprocate, so Pook loaded up his barbell, I laid under him and gave him the same treatment he had shown me.   There was something extra sexy about his hole that morning.   The strain and sweat of the workout had created a man-funk that was particularly arousing.   And it was making me hungry.

After the bench presses with the erotic view into each other’s jock-strained bulges, and the hole-tickling squats, it was time to move on to the day’s real competition.

I took out four of the large workout mats and placed them in the middle of the box.    They’re essentially wrestling mats and the four of them together created a giant wrestling ring, squarely in the middle of the box.   I stood in the center of the “ring” and motioned to Pook to join me there.   The A/C had been turned off so it was now beginning to get warm.  Both still in our jocks, we stood and faced each other in the ring.

“Here’s the deal boy,” I said.   “Wrestling match.  Winner fucks the loser.  Simple as that.”

I couldn’t read his expression.   Was this a good thing?   Was I setting myself up for inevitable defeat?   Of course, I’d love him to fuck me, but with the two of us, it’s all about winning.

Full disclosure, I know NOTHING about wrestling, and I’m pretty sure Pook didn’t know much either.  The little I know is from leering at college wrestlers in their tight singlets.   So the “wrestling match” was probably just going to come down to pure strength and agility.

“No rules,” I added.

He nodded and we were off.

We both crouched down and faced off circling each other.    This scene alone was enough to get me off.   Pook and me in a hot gym circling each other in our jockstraps.  Jesus!

He leapt at me, but I jumped out of the way too quickly.  He tried again and missed.  The third time, he caught me on my side, tackled me and put me in a headlock.  His left arm was around my neck, his right hand around my torso.  He pulled his face directly into mine and stared at me, nose-to-nose.  He didn’t say a word.  He didn’t have to.  He had quickly asserted his superiority in the ring.

When I sensed he was relaxing, I pulled out of his grip, jumped away, quickly got to my feet and lunged back at him.  This time I got directly behind him put my arms around his neck and crossed my arms tightly.  I pulled him down to the floor and wrapped my legs around his, from the outside.   Now he was splayed out, on me on his back with his jock covered cock and balls in the air.   Although he was on top of me, I had control.  I reached down, roughly grabbed his package and gave it a good hard squeeze.   He groaned in agony but that was enough for him to pull out from under me and jump back on his feet.   I did as well and we were back to where we started, crouched and circling one another. 

As he was circling, he slowed down a bit, slid his fingers under the waistband and pulled his jockstrap off.  His cock bounced out of it and immediately pointed up to the ceiling.  I looked at him quizzically, which prompted him to announce:  “Easier to fuck you this way, Daddy.”

Not giving him that satisfaction, I slid mine off as well.  

So now you have two hardened, nude athletes, circling each other on a wrestling mat in a hot empty gym.   No one is there so every word, every grunt, every moan echoes through the cavernous space.   I’ve run out of words to describe the eroticism.  Both our cocks were at fully engorged and pointing straight up to the ceiling.   With every movement, they’d bob and bounce and slap our stomachs.   And being nude, both of us were highly vulnerable.  As we were circling, it was hard not to focus on his cock.  I knew if I let it distract me, he’d take that opportunity to pounce.   And precisely as I’m thinking that he lunges at me and pins me on my back with his asscheeks on my shoulders, legs wrapped around my head and his balls pressing against my mouth.  Once again, I am helpless under his strength.  Typically, I’d love nothing more than to succumb to him in this position, but this is a competition I intend to win.  He lets us both take a breath, but then I slide my hands under his knees and find the strength to flip him backwards and off me.  Before he can regain his footing, I lunge at him sideways, forcing my right arm between his legs, and my left arm over his shoulder and behind his back, and clasp my hands behind him.   I’ve now got him in a very precarious hold.  My right arm is squeezing his balls up into his body and he struggles to relieve the pressure.  I’m not trying to hurt him, but I’ve seen this hold before and know it’s a bonafide wrestling move.   But his nudity is forcing his balls to take the full brunt of my lock.

I’ve got him, but not in a position to fuck him.    What now?

I loosen my grip and that’s all it takes him.   Like a bolt of lightning, he slides out from under me, gets behind me and tackles me into the mat, face down.   Each of his hands is pressing each of my hands into the mat as hard as he can.   Likewise, his legs are pressing into mine and I’m unable to move.  Most uncomfortably, my cock is being pressed into the thin mat as well.   “Arrrgggghhh…” I scream.   “It hurts.   Take it easy”, I beg.

Not wanting to hurt me either, he decides to negotiate.

“Ok Daddy, here’s the deal,” he says in a loud, authoritative voice.   “I’ve got you pinned.   You can continue to fight”, slight pause, “or you can take it like a man,” another slight pause.   “Either way, I’m going to fuck you here and now.”

As he was saying this, I could feel him line up the tip of his ultra-hard cock with my hole.   When he paused saying the words “fight” and “man,” he emphasized his dominance by giving my hole a generous poke with his cock.   Damn he was good.

What do I do?   I want to win this, but he’s got me pinned, and the pain of having my cock pressed into the mat is increasing.  And it’s not kinky pain—the kind that enhances the sexual experience.   It’s real pain—the kind that fucking hurts.   And Pook knows it.

“Ok Pook, you win.  Take your Daddy,” I tell him.  Oh, the irony. I desperately wanted him to fuck me last night but he denied me.  Now he can take me however he wants, and I don’t want it.  I want to win.

Without replying, he slides up so he’s sitting on my ass and pins my arms behind my back.   He holds me there for a moment and replies, “Your win today in the WOD may give you bragging rights Daddy, but I won the wrestling match, so I have fucking rights.   I know which I’d rather have.”

“Take your Daddy, Boy.  Take me”, begging for the humiliation to be over.

With the copious sweat acting as a lubricant, I could feel his long slender cock enter my hole.   Without stopping, it moved up, up, up my shoot until it felt like it was touching my throat.  He just sat there on me, my arms pinned behind me, his cock as far up into me as anatomically possible.    He then let go of my arms and placed a hand on each shoulder, pressing them into the mat, and said, “Lift your hips, Daddy.   That’ll be more comfortable.”

With that, I could arch my back and give my cock some much needed breathing room. I raised my ass in the air so he had better angle and he slowly started to pump.   In and out.   So slow and rhythmic I almost went into a trance.  He was in no hurry.  He had worked hard for this and was going to enjoy it.  The feeling of his generous, warm cock penetrating me began to eliminate the disappointment of losing.   He was pumping with an air of authority that was a new level of sex.  He was radiating pure power.  Unadulterated virility.  And the rate was increasing with every thrust.   His thrusting became so commanding, I began to wonder if he was getting close. 

Fearing he was, I spoke up, “Pook, you defeated me and you’re taking your prize, but I have one request.”

Almost out of breath, but sounding concerned, he stopped and asked, “What, Daddy?”

“I want to be looking in your eyes when you cum in me.   Would you fuck me on my back, the way I did to you our first night together?”

He leaned down and brought his lips to my ears and whispered, “Yes Daddy.  That way you’ll be looking right at me when I breed you.”

With that, he slowly pulled out of me and allowed rolled me to my back, with him still hovering.   He then put his arms under my legs and pulled them over his shoulders to give him complete access to his prize.  Staring into my eyes, and without uttering a word, he plunged his cock into me with a force that was as powerful as it was unexpected.  My cry echoed through the empty gym.  It was the kind of pain that you never forget.  He shoved it as far into me as was anatomically possible, and just stopped.  He continued to gaze into my eyes with an intensity that was nearly demonic.  Although he must’ve taken pleasure in spearing me with such force, he didn’t want to hurt me because he waited to start his next set of thrusts until the pain began to subside.  

He was pressing my hands against the mat with his hands and his face just inches above mine.  Sweat was dripping from his nose onto my face.  His torso was beaded with sweat.  

With each thrust, he’d launch another raunchy affront…

 Thrust:  Take my cock, Daddy.”

 Thrust:  “Take it like a man, you whore.”

 Thrust:  “I’m stretching my Daddy’s hole.”

 Thrust:  “I own you, Daddy.”

 Thrust:  “I’m breeding my Daddy’s pussy.”

Thrust:  “Next time it’ll be my friends fucking you while I watch, Daddy.”

 Each thrust was more powerful than the one before.   My mind was unable to comprehend what was happening to me.  Between his demonic stare, the sweat dripping off of his face, his raunchy talk, and his cock pummeling me, I couldn’t take it all in.   Finally, he pulled out for what would be the last time.   He took a breath, exhaled, and plunged his cock up me with an intensity I’ve honestly never felt before.   As he did, his words echoed around the empty gym,

“Take my seed Daddy. Take my seed.”

 As he was howling those words, I cried, just as loud, “Fuck me boy. Fuck your Daddy.”

 And then he shot his load of hot liquid so far into me I thought I could taste it.   I felt his cock contract with a force that felt like he was shooting his entire bloodstream into me.  He was out of his mind with rapture.

 At the moment he recaptured his presence, and with his cock still pulsing his sweet liquid into me, he grabbed my cock and started stroking.  “Cum with me Daddy,” was all he said.

I was so close it only took about two strokes and I shot directly up into our faces.  My hot jizz covered our faces and chests as his continued to pulse into my hole.  It was everything I wanted last night, but I was getting it now, in an empty, eerily erotic gym.

Imagine this scene as the end of a movie.   A long shot taken from above, the camera moving further and further away from the scene.  Two athletic lovers, both sweating, both nude, on a wrestling mat in a gym.   Exhausted from not one, but two intense competitions.  

The first was won by me.   I beat my boy in a tough Hero WOD.   I only beat him by one rep, but I won.  

My boy had won the wrestling match.   Equally tough, equally competitive.  He won the right to fuck his Daddy.  

Now we’re back where this all started.   CrossFit 612.    Me: Pook’s Daddy.    Pook: my boy.

How did all this happen?

Weeks of erotic flirting in CrossFit classes had led to the fateful evening in my apartment just three nights ago.   I planned to seduce the young stud and I succeeded beyond my wildest expectations.

It became crystal clear with our first fuck.   We were staring into each other’s eyes with an intensity only matched by the last few minutes, and he instinctively screamed, “DADDY”.

I laid awake all that night and pondered the meaning of that.   I knew it wasn’t some trivial porn-inspired tripe.  I knew it was real.  It was real to Pook and it was real to me.

I confronted him when he woke up the next morning.  I told him I would be his Daddy or he would take a walk.   He wept with gratitude and confessed that that’s what he wanted all along as well.

The rest of the weekend was a blur of sex, brunch, sex, parties, sex, beach, sex, CrossFit, and today, more sex.

It’s ironic that this occurred Labor Day weekend.  To me, Labor Day is more like new year’s than New Year’s.   The lazy days of summer are over, school is back in session, and everyone gets serious.  It’s time to make commitments.

I don’t take this commitment lightly.   This Daddy/Boy thing we have isn’t just kink.   It’s a commitment to help Pook reach his potential.   And I believe Pook is equally committed to helping me live my life to the fullest.

And even though I’m the Daddy in this relationship, Pook proved today that, in many ways, we’re equals.  He beat me fair and square in our wrestling match, and he claimed his reward:  me.

Wil it last?  I hope so.  I never saw this coming, so who knows what unexpected turn life can take that I don’t see coming.

But at least for now, I have my boy.   And my boy has me.

The End

 

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“1947 has been a sensational year for the Stanton Corporation, and that calls for a sensational holiday party for its valued employees, it’s my pleasure to throw it! Enjoy, everyone! Let’s make 1948 even more of a success!” So, declared the charismatic Ethan Stanton on the stage of a Beverly Hilton ballroom. The orchestra resumed playing, as the crowd of 100 made up of white-collar workers in black tie, their well-dressed wives and distinguished invitees, resumed dancing, drinking and dining. Ethan Stanton strode off to socialize with the mayor and other Los Angeles municipal officials.

50-year-old Ethan Stanton was a vision of the successful American magnate he was. He stood six feet two inches tall; his athletic physique was encased in a custom-made tuxedo. His devilishly handsome face was becoming craggy which only made him seem more sensual and ruthless; he had a close-cropped head of silver hair, his blue eyes beamed. Born poverty stricken in Boston as Patrick Finnerty, he had ripped up his W.W. I draft notice and went West. He arrived as Los Angeles was taking off due to the start of the Hollywood film industry. He reinvented himself as Ethan Stanton, it sounded Biblical and respectable, which he wasn’t. He started working for a real estate company and cut himself in on many shady deals. Within in 10 years he was a millionaire. His wealth and influence increased amid the Depression. During W.W. II, he made another fortune buying up homes and businesses of Japanese Americans at rock bottom prices before they went to internment camps. Ethan Stanton lived the American Dream, while giving others nightmares.

23-year-old Daniel Henderson sat in his rented tuxedo with other single Stanton employees at a table. Married employees were permitted to bring their wives to the gala, single employees were not permitted to bring dates; Mr. Stanton’s largess was limited. Daniel finished smoking his Lucky Strike and his gin and tonic, he rose and went to the bar for another drink. He had worked for the company as a junior accountant for six months. He was five feet 10 inches, slim and good looking. He had short brown hair and brown eyes; his face was striking with an appealing sensitive dimension combined with quirky handsomeness.

“Gin and tonic” said Daniel to the bartender.

“Would you get one for me?” said a female voice behind him. Daniel turned around to see a beautiful 24-year-old woman wearing a festive red gown, its low cut emphasized her ample bust. She had long styled blonde hair, her face was alluring, and her blue eyes beamed. She was five feet eight inches and curvy in all the right places.

“Certainly, Miss” said Daniel.

“Join me at my booth” said the woman.

Daniel and the woman slid into a private booth in the back of the ballroom.

“You must be new at the company” said the woman.

“If six months is new.”

“I mean since last year’s party.”

“Oh, do you attend all of the holiday parties?”

“Yes, I do. I’m Charlotte Stanton, Ethan Stanton is my father.”

“Pleased to meet you, Miss Stanton, I’m Daniel Henderson.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Daniel” said Charlotte as she put her hand under the table, “Call me Charlotte.”

“Whatever you want, Charlotte.”

“This is what I want” she said groping Daniel’s erect seven-and-a-half-inch uncut dick through his tuxedo; she massaged his heavy balls, “I have a tradition of meeting an employee every year at the holiday party and getting to know him. I saw you earlier and decided I wanted to know you, now I really want you.”

“Well, Charlotte” said Daniel putting his hand under the table, he slid it up Charlotte’s gown and probed her wet pussy with his finger through her panties, “You are the boss’ daughter and can have anything you want, that includes me.”

“I like a man who knows the score, I took the liberty of booking a room, let’s go.”

They left the ballroom. They took the elevator to the 10th floor, Charlotte led them to a room, she unlocked the door, they went in.

Their hands and mouths were all over each other. The passionately kissed and felt each other up. Their clothes came off and they were rolling around in the bed. They were both aggressive and did what they wanted to each other. Charlotte voraciously sucked Daniel’s cock: he furiously ate out her pussy, he licked her tits and nipples. When it was time, he got on top of her and fucked her; there were like two wild beasts as they each came together; his cock spewing forth his seed in her squirting pussy. They drank gin and smoked Luckies in bed afterward. They showered and dressed. “I’ll be in touch, lover boy” said Charlotte as she groped his crotch, they went their separate ways.

The afternoon of the next day, Daniel was at his desk in a communal office with nine other clerks. He’d spent the day writing journal entries into a ledger.

“Phone call, Henderson” barked the supervisor. Daniel went to the supervisor’s desk and picked up the phone.

“I want you tonight” said Charlotte in her seductive voice, “The Almeda Hotel on Vine Street, 9:00 PM, room 405.”

“Confirmed.”

Daniel showed up that night, there was another bout of soulless fucking and sucking, this suited them both fine. That became their routine several weeknights a week, Charlotte was busy with social functions on weekends. A month of heated periodic trysts ensued. They were in the lobby before going their separate ways again.

“So, you’re the young man who’s been fucking my daughter,” chuckled Ethan Stanton, dressed in a dark suit towering over the couple, “This occasion calls for a drink.” They followed Ethan into the hotel bar, they sat a booth, Ethan ordered a bottle of superior champagne, he lit up a cigar. Daniel and Charlotte smoked Luckies as they drank.

“Congratulations Charlotte, this is your longest relationship with a man who hasn’t beaten you up; my private detectives’ reports have been most entertaining regarding your dalliances. Congratulations Danny, on finding the woman of your dreams. Charlotte, you’re 24 and at your peak, peaks end. Danny is your best chance in life. I want what’s best for you, and that’s Danny. I also want a grandson, so that my legacy is assured. I’m sure Danny would rather be married to the daughter of one of the richest men in California and all that brings instead of spending decades sharpening pencils. Your wedding will be announced tomorrow, Charlotte, go to the powder room, Danny and I need to talk.” The numb Charlotte got up and left.

“Son, let me tell you what you’re getting into” began Ethan, “As you know Charlotte is wild, it’s understandable. When she was two, her mother died in childbirth delivering our stillborn son. Charlotte and I never got over that. She was raised by nannies as I was busy conquering the world. She seduced her riding instructor, and it was downhill. She’s been expelled from the finest schools and been examined by prominent psychiatrists, she’s just wild, you two are a perfect match.” Charlotte returned to the table.

“Charlotte will you marry me?” asked Daniel.

“Yes” said Charlotte. They all toasted their champagne glasses.

The next morning Daniel was at his desk making journal entries into a ledger.

“Phone call, Henderson” barked the supervisor. Daniel went to the supervisor’s desk and took the phone.

“This is Mr. Stanton’s secretary” said a deep male voice, “He requests your presence in his office at 2:00 PM.”

“Confirmed.”

At 1:45 PM, Daniel took the elevator to the 27th floor of the Stanton building. He went through the glass door to the lavish outer office. A handsome suited young man was sitting at a desk. “Go right in, Mr. Stanton is expecting you.” Daniel entered Ethan’s opulent office, he was sitting at his grand desk smoking a cigar, sipping a glass of whiskey, he was wearing a red robe. He looked like a medieval monarch.

“Have a seat, Mr. Larrabee, Mr. Edward Larrabee”  said Ethan. The now red-faced Daniel sat before Ethan.

“The hiring screening at my company is pretty thorough, but the man who marries my daughter would be under more intense scrutiny. She is a magnet for fortune hunters, gamblers and degenerates,” Ethan said indicating the sheafs of papers and files on his desk, “You are a man of the world after my own heart, Mr. Larrabee. You’re an orphan, a scoundrel, a pervert and a killer!” guffawed Ethan. Daniel gazed at and examined the documentation of his life on Ethan’s desk, it was all there in black and white. County records, police reports, court transcripts, newspaper clippings, and private detective gathered interview statements, all charting his life journey.

He was born Edward Larrabee and grew up in a Chicago orphanage. While there he learned that boys could do more with each other besides playing stickball. Aged out of the orphanage at 16, he fell in with the kingpin of a shoplifting ring. Edward and other boys lived with the kingpin and spent their days stealing from Chicago’s finest department stores, security guards were in on the scam, the stolen goods were fenced. Edward was arrested at 18 while lifting a Vuitton suitcase. He pled guilty and got six months at the Joliette prison. His cellmate, 25-year-old Gabe Thornton set Edward straight their first night together. Gabe was a burly shaven headed tattooed mustached hellion in for armed robbery. He hauled out his big, angry looking uncut cock. Edward had become an artful cocksucker in the orphanage, and so serviced his stronger cellmate to perfection. Edward had also grown accustomed to getting fucked up the ass and had no problem when it was time to get on all fours to offer up his ass to be fucked by Gabe. Edward slept soundly in his bottom bunk after he had been used by the snoring Gabe.

Edward spent his days on his knees or bent over for the pleasure of fellow inmates and guards in exchange for cigarettes, candy bars and other assorted goodies. The six months sentence came and went. With the shoplifting gang broken up, Edward moved on to turning tricks. He’d hang out at known pervert bars and connect with traveling salesmen, randy businessman and any man seeking the services of a cute young guy. In between sex sessions, Edward went to the movies and was inspired.

The jackpot finally arrived; Edward was ready for it. One night at a sleazy bar popular with perverts, Edward spied a handsome young Marine in uniform smoking at the bar. Edward was struck by the Marine’s resemblance to him. They were the same height and had facial similarities; they looked as though they could be brothers.

“Good evening soldier, looking for a good time?” said Edward to the Marine at the bar.

“I sure am, and you look like just the queer to give it to me” said the man.

21-year-old Daniel Henderson had just been discharged from the service and was on way his home to Milwaukee. He had developed a taste for man sex after fucking around with a few fags that had been in his patrol. He stopped off in Chicago for some fun.

“That ought to cover it” said Daniel, handing Edward a five-dollar bill. They left the bar and walked a few blocks to Daniel’s dumpy hotel and went to the third floor.

Daniel lay nude stretched out in bed getting cock expertly sucked by Edward. Then Edward was on all fours, Daniel was roughly fucking him from behind. Daniel grunted as he came in Edward. The two young men lay back in bed smoking cigarettes.

“I sure had a good time!” chuckled Daniel.

From the end table, Edward grabbed the marble ash tray and swiftly brought it down on Daniel’s head, killing him instantly. This death was characterized by the crash of Daniel’s skull being fractured and a torrent of blood gushing from his head; Edward had learned a lot in prison. He wrapped the dead body in the bloody bedding, he carried it down the back stairway to the alley. He doused the shrouded corpse with lighter fluid and set it aflame. He went back to the room; he took a bath, cleansing himself of Daniel’s blood and semen. He dressed in Daniel’s uniform, grabbed his duffle bag, put a dollar for the maid on the bed, and left. A day later there was a brief newspaper story about unidentified charred male remains found in a hotel’s alley; police deemed it a gangland killing, no investigation was warranted.

 Edward boarded a train to Los Angeles. With Daniel’s wad of cash, he took a cheap hotel room. He used Daniel’s identification documents to create a new identity. He worked odd jobs while attending night business courses at a local college. He also began consorting with female prostitutes; he needed to learn how to satisfy a woman sexually, those talents would come in handy; he hadn’t had the opportunity or the desire to acquire those skills before. Six months later, he got a job as a junior accountant at a textile company. A year after that, with solid work experience he applied to the Stanton Corporation; he wanted to be where there was action. He was hired and was now about to marry the owner’s daughter and in its owner’s office.

“We’re cut from the cloth!” roared Ethan, “Take off your clothes and twirl around, I want to see what you’re working with.”

Edward stripped out of his suit and stood naked before Ethan. His lean and toned frame was displayed, his prize ass was on view, as were his exceptional erection and virile balls.

“Ah yes, I see what Charlotte sees in you. Boy, that is a mighty fine pecker you have, it’s going to give me a grandson while keeping my daughter happy. You also have the talents to keep me happy. Ah, there’s the ass that delighted many a convict and that was peddled on the streets of Chicago” said Ethan as he stood and disrobed. Nude, he just as impressive as clothed. His hairy 50-year-old body was solid and developed. His massive uncut cock was rock hard, and his mighty hairy balls dangled. Edward walked over to Ethan, he dropped to his knees.

 It had been two years since Edward last sucked cock, it was Daniel’s before he killed him. Edward thought he was past this, it was never something he craved, just something he did when he had to, and he nw had to suck Ethan Stanton’s ramrod. Edward opened his mouth wide and took his master’s manhood in down to the base. He licked it with his tongue and caressed it with his lips, lapping the salty discharge at the slit. He lavished Ethan’s balls with his tongue, all the while looking up and staring into his eyes.

 “Son, I’ve been sucked by the finest whores in the world, you are definitely in a class with them!” roared Ethan, “Oh, that’s it! You know your trade!” moaned Ethan as Edward worked on the underside of the head of cock with his tongue. “That’ll be enough, go to the sofa and make yourself comfortable on your back, I like to see the face of the person I’m screwing.”

Edward positioned himself on the sofa on his back with his legs raised and spread. Ethan applied Vaseline to his engorged prick and slathered Edward’s ass. He winced as Ethan forced his monumental erection into his slot. He hadn’t been fucked in two years, lastly by his murder victim. Edward had gotten accustomed to getting fucked but didn’t naturally seek it out, it had been forced on him or out of necessity. This bout of carnality was out of necessity. Edward lay back and experienced all the familiar sensations of being used again.

 “Ah, you’re miraculously so goddam tight! Considering that you’ve been around the block!” sighed Ethan as he increased the tempo of his fuck rhythm. Edward found himself overcome, Ethan was quite the cocksman, he was sending Edward in unbelievable dimensions of pleasure. Edward’s own considerable cock was twitching in anticipation of release, this old bastard was fucking him to new heights. Edward sobbed as his cock blasted gobs of his thick young cum. Ethan pounded away at him and was soon howling as climaxed in Edward’s distended ass. He pulled his warrior cock out of Ethan’s ass. “Let’s clean up.” Edward followed Ethan to a lavish bathroom, they showered together and got dressed in their suits.

 “That was a most invigorating meeting” chuckled Ethan as they sat at his desk smoking cigars and sipping whiskey, “We have a standing appointment for a meeting every Thursday afternoon at two o’clock. Don’t go back to your desk, go see Mr. Clark in personnel, you’ve been promoted to a senior analyst with your own office and secretary, as befits my future son-in-law. These are the keys to a modest house; you have my permission to live in sin there with my daughter until your wedding next month. I took the liberty of having your things moved there from your rooming house. You’ve had a hard life not having a father, I’m happy to fill that role, you’ll be the son I never had. You don’t need to worry about anything ever again, I’ll handle everything. You’re going to make me a grandfather…”

 After learning of his new duties at the company, and settling into his office, Edward drove to his new home on Roxbury Drive. Charlotte opened the door and kissed him, “Why don’t you take a nap and rest, we’re going out tonight.” Edward walked around the elegantly furnished house to the master bedroom and passed out. Later, dressed in finery, Edward drove them to the Mocambo for dinner, drinks and dancing. They were an attractive young couple who fit in with the swell set of Hollywood stars, executives and dark business types. When they got home, they fucked like wild beasts. Edward went to the office every weekday and learned more about the business. Charlotte loved dressing up and having an attractive man to go out with; Ciro’s Cafe Trocadero and the Coconut Grove were now among their regular nightly haunts.  

Their wedding took place a month later at the Church of the Good Shepherd, the grand reception was well attended by those of influence; it was held in a ballroom of the Roosevelt Hotel. “It feels feels tremendous to now be fucking my daughter’s husband” said Ethan when he was having sex with Edward in a hotel room during the festivities. Two weeks in Hawaii was Charlotte and Edward’s honeymoon. Eight months later, Ethan Stanton Henderson was born. Ethan threw a fabulous celebration for the birth of his grandson and a few weeks later an equally great soiree for Charlotte and Edward’s first wedding anniversary. Edward became a valued member of his father-in-law’s firm, while continuing to bitch out for him weekly. Charlotte and Edward became socially prominent and enjoyed their eventful evenings on the town. Life was beautiful.

 “There’s a Mr. Thornton to so see you” said Edward’s secretary over the phone.

 “Send him in” said the glassy eyed Edward. Of course, he thought, the past is never the past.

 In walked the hulking Gabe Thornton wearing a black suit and tie, they had not seen each other for five years, since their prison cell days when Edward took Gabe’s cock in his mouth and up his ass every night for six months.

 “What can I do for you?” asked Edward.

 “A lot, Eddie!” chuckled Gabe, “Awhile back a private detective came to the joint to interview anyone who knew you. The guards didn’t remember you; they deal with so many inmates. I sure remembered you; I gave that dick plenty of memories. His business card said LA, so I figured you were up to something big here for him to be snooping about you. I just got out of the joint and took the next train here. You were easy to find, your picture being the papers with your sexy wife. You with a wife, that’s a riot! Now, it would be mighty scandalous if it got out that a pillar of the community like yourself was really a jailhouse cocksucker who bent over for all the guards and half the inmates for a Baby Ruth or a pack of smokes. Get me a job.”

 “That can be arranged” said Edward.

 “I’ll need an advance.” Edward wrote a check for $1000 and handed it to Gabe.

 “Take care of this” said Gabe unzipping his suit trousers and hauling out his mean-looking big uncut cock and hairy balls.

 Edward rose from his desk and got on his knees before his former and now current master. He opened his mouth and once again began sucking Gabe’s cock and licking his balls.

 “Just like old times” laughed Gabe. Edward continued servicing Gabe. “That’s enough of that, I want to fuck you now.” They undressed, Edward got on the sofa on all fours, Gabe greased up his cock and Edward’s ass with Vaseline and threw his former cellmate a vicious fuck. They both came, showered and dressed. From the bar, Gabe poured himself a whiskey and lit up a Camel.

 “Take this to Mr. Clark in personnel”, said Edward handing Gabe a note specifying that he was to be hired by the security department. That division employed several tough customers the Stanton Corporation retained for unsavory actions.

 “See you around” said Gabe.

 The next few days went perfectly normal for Edward, days at the office and nights out with Charlotte. On Friday, he received a call from Ethan’s male secretary requesting his presence at Mr. Stanton’s Beverly Hills home Sunday evening at 8:00 PM. Sunday, Edward drove to his father-in-law’s sprawling house, the butler greeted him and told him to go to the drawing room. There was the sight of the nude Ethan and the nude Gabe Thornton smoking cigars and sipping whiskey in crystal tumblers, both had raging hardons.

 “Ah, Danny, so glad you could make it!” boomed Ethan, “I noticed that a Mr. Thornton had been hired and that name rang a bell, of course! He was your past incarcerated associate! With his background, I thought he’d be perfect to be my new bodyguard. He’ll be around a lot! Why don’t we all get reacquainted.”

 Edward dropped to his knees and sucked his father-in-law’s cock while stroking Gabe’s. Like a whirling dervish he switched back and forth with his mouth and hand on his tormentors’ cocks. When Ethan was ready they moved to the sofa, the nude Edward got on all fours. He was spit roasted at both ends by Ethan and Gabe who took turns filling his mouth and ass with their cocks. The three men all had explosive orgasms. Edward showered, dressed, went home and fucked his wife as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

 On Thursdays, Edward went to Ethan’s office for their weekly fuck session, on Sundays he went to Ethan’s house for the weekly three way with Gabe Thornton. Edward had told Charlotte that Sunday evenings her father wanted him over to his house for strategy sessions.

 On a Sunday night a few weeks later, Edward was in Ethan’s house nude on the sofa, he was sucking Gabe’s cock and Ethan was fucking him from behind.

 “CHARLOTTE!” yelled Edward after he took his mouth of Gabe’s cock. She was standing in the doorway holding two different revolvers in each of her hands. The first shot landed in Gabe’s forehead, right between his eyes. The second shot hit Ethan in the chest as he was fucking her husband.

 “That’s my girl” wheezed the grinning Ethan before he slumped to the floor, involuntarily withdrawing his cock from Edward’s ass. Blood gushed from the nude slain fornicators’ bodies.

 “Get dressed” said Charlotte to Ethan, “We’re free and clear now; everything is ours.” She picked up the telephone and dialed.

 “Abe, there’s been an incident at the house.”

 “I’ll be right over and take care of everything” said the voice on the other end of the line. 45-year-old attorney Abe Birnbaum was Ethan Stanton’s fixer. He knew where the bodies were buried and was responsible for many of them. Charlotte drove herself and Edward home.

 The next afternoon, the newspapers had a field day with coverage of the double fatal killings. TYCOON AND EX-CON BURGLAR DEAD IN SHOOTOUT, was typical of the headlines. The story was that Ethan Stanton surprised a burglar who shot him as Ethan shot the intruder. There was no mention of Gabe Thornton having been a Stanton employee, the chief of police declared that no further investigation was necessary.

 As Ethan’s heir, Charlotte was now the majority shareholder of the Stanton Corporation; the board of directors installed Edward as chief executive officer. Edward went to Ethan’s opulent office which now had his name on the door. The handsome young male secretary informed Edward of his arrangement with Mr. Stanton. Shortly thereafter, he was sucking Edward’s cock and then was spreading his glorious ass for Edward to fuck it. The secretary was kept on as his clerical skills were as impeccable as his sexual skills. Edward cleaned up and went to his first meeting with the mayor.

 Three months later, was the groundbreaking ceremony for the future Ethan Stanton Civic Center. Edward, then Charlotte, holding their son, each gave eloquent orations attesting to Ethan Stanton’s love of the arts and how this state-of-the-art edifice would burnish his legacy of being among Los Angeles’ most magnanimous visionaries and philanthropists.

 “1949 has been a sensational year for the Stanton Corporation, and that calls for a sensational holiday party for its valued employees, it’s my pleasure to throw it! Enjoy, everyone! Let’s make 1950 even more of a success!” So, declared charismatic CEO Daniel Henderson on the stage of a Beverly Hilton ballroom. The orchestra resumed playing, as the crowd of 100 made up of white-collar workers, their well-dressed wives and distinguished invitees, resumed dancing, drinking and dining. Daniel Henderson strode off to socialize with the mayor and other Los Angeles municipal officials.

I spent the weekend down in Brisbane (about a ninety minute drive south of where I live on the coast).  Caught up with some friends, but overall the weekend was a bit of a flop.  Some friends were sick, others had kids sport to go to and I had to drive everywhere, so no partying for me.  Originally I had planned on spending Sunday and even Monday night down there, I always pack my laptop so can do some work, but the weather wasn’t great so I just cruised back on Sunday afternoon.

Driving back through the city, I thought I would go for a swim at one of the city pools.  The pool I had in mind is in a bit of a ‘gay neighbourhood’ and I know some guys (yes, gay guys) who swim there regularly.  Over the years I have seen lots of pics of friends, and fans, working on their speedo tan at the pool.  I hadn’t been there since I was growing up, at swimming carnivals, so I decided to give it a try.  I am glad I did.

The pool was pretty quiet, probably because the weather wasn’t great.  Maybe half the lanes were being used which was nice.  There were definitely more speedo guys, hanging about, than at my pool.  Lots of AussieBums.

I jumped in and got my swim on.  There was a little bit of underwater, speedo eye candy but didn’t really get to talk to anyone.  I swam fifteen hundred meters, that is the longest Olympic distance, which takes me a little more than double the time that the Olympians swim it in.  Did some stretches, then two sets of two hundred and fifty meter sprints to finish up.  Felt great and jumping out of the pool, I was a little wobbly on my feet as the blood returned to my lower half.

The blood was about to go to the front of my speedo…..

Being a speedo friendly place, I just threw my towel over my shoulder, grabbed my bag and headed to the change rooms.  Most of the time I ride my bike to the pool, so I just throw my shorts over my speedos, or wrap a towel around my waist if I’m driving home.  Since I had a ninety minute drive ahead,  I figured I would have a shower, wash off the chlorine.  And I am glad I did.

Walking towards the change rooms, there were two, very cute, young guys (mid twenties) walking in front of me.

They were similarly attired to myself, towels over the shoulder and both were wearing black speedos.  The view of their tight little butts looked delicious.  I was probably about five steps behind these two guys heading towards the change rooms.  To my surprise, the guy on the left reached around and pinched the bum of his speedo buddy.  Just after he did it, he had a guilty look back and saw me.  He looked surprised, looked down at my speedo, we then made eye contact and I gave him a wink and a smile.  He smiled back.

In the change rooms, we headed towards the showers and I was keeping my five steps behind them.

The showers consisted of a hallway and some seats down the middle with cubicles on each side.  There was maybe a dozen showers on each side.  The two young guys went towards the end of the row, I didn’t want to be a weirdo so I stopped about half way down.  My cock was starting to stir, I was going to jerk off thinking about what those two were getting up to.  Putting down my towel, I started opening the door on one of the shower cubicles.  The cutie who I winked at yelled out to me, “Oi, you can join us if you like.”

Yes, I would like.

Walking to the end of the row of showers, I got my first real look at these two young guys from the front, and it was just as tasty as the view I had been enjoying of their back sides.

I followed them in.  There wasn’t a lot of room but as one of the guys turned the shower on, I went to close the shower door.  I was told to leave it open.

Turning back towards the two studs, they were making out.  Pretty darn hot to watch.  I didn’t want to interrupt, I figured this wasn’t their first rodeo and I would be told what to do soon enough.  I reached out and with each hand, grabbed a handful of tight, firm, speedo clad, twenty year old butt cheek.

The young guy who pinched his mates bum was definitely the one in charge.  He broke off their kiss and half whispered to me that he loves watching his boyfriend suck off older guys.  When did I become the older guy?  I wasn’t about to complain about the label I had been given.  By now I was rock hard so I reached down and pulled my cock out the right leg of my speedo.  The boyfriend dropped to his knees and started working on my cock.  This wasn’t his first time.

Looking down at the boyfriend gobbling on my cock, he held the base of my cock with his right hand, and he was rubbing the front of his boyfriends speedo with his left hand.

Beautiful view, which was interrupted as the bum pincher lifted my chin and started making out with me.  A couple of times I tried to break off our kiss, just so I could cool down a little bit, but he was having none of it.  No surprises, I was getting close.  My moans were muffled by the tongue wrestling I was doing, and the boyfriend kept sucking my cock for all the cum it was worth.  My hips finally thrust forward as my cock unloaded in the boyfriends mouth.  His lips stayed glued to the shaft of my cock as my two day load, unloaded in his mouth.  It wasn’t until my cock started to soften that he let it slip out of his mouth and very gently, he tucked my cock back in to my speedo.

I offered the boyfriend to return the favour, but he declined.  He said that his boyfriend had more loads to take first and he indicated at the open shower door behind me, there was a guy sitting on the low bench, rubbing his boner through his speedo, I’m not sure how long he had been watching us for.

All I could say was, I guess it is your turn.

With that, I walked out of the shower cubicle and the other guy too my spot.  I had a quick rinse off shower, got changed and left the pool.

I might have to make the ninety minute drive down there more often…. for my swimming of course.

Justin and I had always been jokers. Ever since we were four years old, the two of us were known as the class clowns. We were inseparable, and most people who met us assumed that we were brothers. Truthfully, we were far closer than brothers. Most of our childhoods had been spent together. His parents treated me like a second son, and mine did the same with him.

We had our first kiss on the same night, with two girls who we’d just met. We did our driving test on the same day, and both failed. We did everything together, and when we both reached eighteen, we both found girlfriends at the same time, who just happened to be best friends, too.

“Liam and I are gay” Justin told his girlfriend, Sandra, as the four of us sat in his bedroom. “We were going to tell you guys sooner, but we didn’t want to hurt your feelings”.

My girlfriend, Amy, scoffed. The two of them were well used to our shenanigans. “I wouldn’t even be surprised” she said to Sandra, who nodded in agreement.

“That’s pretty homophobic” I said, “we’re just trying to be ourselves”.

“You know that there are actual gay people out there who can’t come out?” Sandra pressed, because she’d always been the more serious of the two.

“I know” Justin nodded, “it’s been real difficult for us, but we both feel like now is the best time”.

She scowled at him. It was obvious that neither of them believed us, but she seemed pissed that he was joking about it. “My brother’s gay” she spat.

“Is he hot?” I asked, and Justin almost choked as he tried to hold in his laughter.

“You guys are idiots” Amy said, rolling her eyes, “but if you two are gay, then Sandra and I are, too”.

“Don’t let us stop you” Justin grinned, and dropped his arm over my shoulder. I was endlessly impressed by Justin’s physique. I could feel the strength of him as he held me. “Go ahead, ladies” he continued, “my bed is your bed”.

“Ugh, you’re disgusting” Sandra said, and stood up, “I’ve got places to be, are you coming, Amy?”

“Only if you eat her out” Justin cackled, and even Amy laughed.

“Grow up, douchebags” Sandra growled, and Amy kissed me before departing.

“We need to come up with a new April Fools gag” I said, as Justin lay back on his bed and stretched out.

“Why? I like this one”.

“I think they’re starting to realise” I laughed, and lay down next to him.

It was no secret that Justin was incredibly handsome. I was comfortable enough in myself to admit that, but I wasn’t too shabby myself. Sure, Justin had developed an addiction to all things fitness, and I was somewhat on the slender side, but we both had our positives.

“Guess what I learned” he told me, as the two of us lay there, staring at his bedroom ceiling.

“What?”

“The smell of cum makes chicks horny”.

I grimaced. “What?”

“Honestly, bro” he said, leaning up on his elbows, “I read about it online”.

“Whatever you say, Justin” I laughed, and no sooner than I’d said the words, Justin pushed his hand under the pillow that I was lying on, and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs.

“Three loads in here” he told me, dangling the damp underwear from his finger as I grimaced, “I left them there to test my theory”.

“You need help” I said, swiping at his hand, “that’s nasty, dude”.

He laughed, dropped his cum soaked underwear onto the floor and smiled to himself. “Well?” He asked, “did it work?”

“Did what work?”

“My nut” he chuckled, “did it make you horny?”

“Shut up, dipshit”.

Justin rolled over on top of me, his legs either side of my waist, and his hands holding my wrists down on the mattress. I groaned as the weight of his muscular body pressed down on me, and he grinned above.

“If you were a chick, I’d so bone you right now, bro”. He jerked his hips into my groin, and I squirmed. As strange as it was, this wasn’t exactly out of character for him. Like I said before, Justin was a joker.

“If I was a chick” I groaned, trying to escape, “what makes you think I’d let you bone me?”

He gasped dramatically. “You wound me, Liam” he said, “and don’t lie, I’m making your little pin dick hard right now”.

“Get off” I scoffed, shoving my hips up to try to knock him off. Of course, Justin was infinitely stronger than I was.

His smile drifted as he looked down at me. For the first time in my life, I noticed something in his eyes that I hadn’t noticed before. I cocked my head to the side to try to work it out, and Justin leaned down and kissed me on the lips.

A rush of adrenaline darted through me, but I didn’t move. I froze in place, as he broke the kiss and sat up, and the two of us gawped at each other.

“April Fools” he said, but he convinced neither of us, and I shimmied up the bed and pinned my back to the headboard.

“Dude” I mouthed, and Justin sat back and turned red.

The silence that followed was the most chaotic silence I’d ever experienced. Neither of us spoke, but our eyes remained connected.

“You’re a lousy kisser” I finally said, breaking the awkwardness.

He let out the breath that he’d been holding, but he didn’t laugh or smile. “Bullshit” he said, still staring at me.

“Nuh uh, that was the worst kiss I’ve ever had”.

“That was the third kiss you’ve ever had” he replied.

“Two more than you”.

“No, I kissed Becky Dillon on Halloween, and I kissed Sandra, and I –”

“Shut up you idiot” I said, and rushed him before I could talk myself out of it. Our lips connected again, only this time I plunged my tongue into my best friend’s mouth, and now I was on top.

I grabbed his wrists, just like he’d grabbed mine, and pinned him to the bed. He could have flipped me easily, but Justin lay there as our tongues explored each other’s mouths, and Justin was indeed correct. My cock stiffened in my shorts.

“Shit, it really is small” he said, using his knee to stroke me.

“Dude, it’s bigger than yours” I told him, because it was true.

“No fucking way” he replied, and shoved his hand inside his pants, “I’m way bigger than you”.

I looked down between us. My shorts were tenting, but Justin’s cock was exposed, and much to my delight, his five and a half inch rod was a half inch smaller than mine.

“Told you” I grinned, pulling my shorts down, and letting my erection press against his.

“Shit” he sighed, “but at least I know how to use it”.

“Dude, you’re a virgin”.

“So are you!”

We stared at each other once more. We both had the same idea at the exact same time, which wasn’t surprising.

“We can’t” I said, and he nodded.

“Yeah, that would be… I mean… Yeah, we can’t”.

“That’s going a bit far, right?” I said, breathless, as his taste lingered on my tongue.

“Yeah, yeah, exactly. Too far”.

“Do you have condoms?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“Me either”.

“Yeah, because nobody would fuck you” he sniggered.

“You would”.

Nothing.

I kissed him again, only this kiss was far more explosive. I pressed my body against his, and he wrapped his arms around my back. His warm breath covered me as we embraced, and our cocks rubbed together.

“Suck it” he gasped, pushing me down his muscular body and ripping his t-shirt over his head, “suck my dick, bro”.

“No fucking way” I grimaced, staring at it. He did have a nice dick. He was cut, and the pale pink helmet looked as though it would probably taste nice.

“Dude, suck my dick!” He pressed, and pointed it toward me.

“You suck my dick!” I spat, slapping his boner, and somehow being shocked that I’d just touched an actual dick.

“Let’s flip for it” he said, but I shook my head.

“You always win them” I told him, and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. “You better do me after” I warned, and I took a deep breath, and put my mouth around my best friend’s cock.

I expected it to be gross. I waited for the taste of pee to cover my tongue, but I was pleasantly surprised by Justin’s flavour. He was slightly ripe, but in a delicious kind of way. There was a slight saltiness to his hard cock, but it made my own dick twitch.

“Oh fuck” he groaned, falling back onto the bed, “you’re so fucking gay, bro”.

I mumbled onto his meat, but I didn’t care how gay it was. There was something perfectly perfect about having him in my mouth. It was like it was meant to be. All the joking, all the April Fools Day pranks, all of it had been a disguise.

I gagged on him, and he grinned smugly. I did it again, because it felt fucking amazing. Again and again, and again after that. I welcomed the feeling his his helmet sliding into my throat, and even when he began to leak pre-cum, I swallowed it down hungrily.

“Alright, let me have a go” he said, and slipped out from under me, before shoving me onto my back. My dick was already dripping pre-cum.

“Will I clean it?” I asked, wiping a bead of clear fluid from my cumslit and holding it up. Justin’s eyes trailed the string of cock juice, and without warning, he sucked my finger into his mouth. I gawped.

“Nah” he said, licking his lips, “I like the taste”.

I watched with wide eyes as Justin leaned down and plucked my wet, throbbing cock into his mouth. My eyes rolled back. It felt nothing like I’d expected it to, but truthfully, I’d never expected my first blowjob to be from Justin.

He swallowed every inch of it, and not a single gag escaped his mouth.

“You’re a little too good at this” I moaned, squeezing the pillow behind my head as his hand pushed my t-shirt up and caressed my chest. He didn’t answer me. I guess he couldn’t.

Justin swirled his tongue around my exposed cock head, teasing my slit with it and forcing me to moan in a pitch that I’d never used before. He sniggered, pulled my twitching rod from his throat and grinned at me.

“That was the girliest moan I’ve ever heard” he laughed.

“That’s the only moan you’ve ever heard, you moron” I replied breathlessly, and shoved his head back onto my cock.

It felt like I’d been taken to a different dimension. Justin was making muscles in my body contract, even muscles I didn’t know I had! I felt my ass clench as he buried his nose into my pubic hair, and moaned again, against my will.

“Stop laughing, dick head” I growled, as he sniggered on my cock. “This is your fault!”

He sped up. He nodded his head on my cock, which only added to the pleasure coursing through every fibre of my body. His fingers found my nipple, and he twisted it until I gasped. Fuck, this was good.

“Where are your parents?” I asked, barely able to get the words out. He let my cock slap against my abs and shrugged.

“No idea” he said, and grabbed my legs under my knees, and lifted them up to his shoulders.

“Wow, wow, wow!” I choked, “what are you doing?”

He looked at me like I was insane. “Fucking you?”

“Dude!” I gasped, “you can’t just stick it in like that! Don’t you watch porn?!”

“Not that kind” he grinned, and stuffed his finger up my ass.

It felt like bolts of electricity were rushing through my hole. Nothing had ever gone into me before, except one time when I got curious with a pencil. I clenched down on his knuckle, and covered my mouth with my hand.

“What does it feel like?” He asked, sliding in and out slowly.

I couldn’t answer him. I didn’t know what it felt like, but I did know that I didn’t want it to stop.

“We can’t tell the girls” I moaned, leaking more pre-cum into my bellybutton. “Ever”.

“Deal” he nodded, and pushed a second finger in.

I winced. The first one hadn’t hurt, but the second one certainly stretched. “Dude!” I grunted, squirming, “I’m not a fucking bowling ball!”.

“No shit” he said, using his other hand to lift my leg higher, “bowling balls don’t talk back”.

He pulled both fingers out of my ass and rubbed his hand in my face. I tried to punch him in the arm, but missed, and a second later, he spat directly onto my hole.

“Just shut up” he said, laughing as he tried to position his dick against my sensitive opening.

“Wait, why do you get to do the fucking?”

He shrugged as his wet helmet rubbed against my ring. “Because I’m older”.

“By like nine days!” I reminded him, and he shrugged again.

“Blame your parents” he told me “they should have fucked sooner”. I grimaced and he fingered the head of his cock into my tight asshole.

“Oh shit!” I winced, feeling my sphincter spread around his pole. “Aw man, that hurts like a bitch!”.

“No pain, no gain” he grinned, and rested my feet against his shoulders as he leaned forward.

I expected the pain to increase as he fed more and more of his cock into my ass. I braced myself for the burning to intensify, but if anything, the pain began to ease as my rectum stretched around him.

I opened my mouth to say something, but whatever he pressed inside me, felt like a million nerve endings exploding with pleasure at once. My eyes rolled again, and I was almost certain that I’d lost control of my bladder.

“Shut up!” He laughed quietly, covering my mouth with the hand that he’d just fingered me with. Apparently I’d moaned quite loudly.

My entire body trembled as Justin began to thrust slowly. I had no idea that gay sex could feel so fucking amazing, but now I wondered why everyone didn’t do it. Each stroke of his cock sent another explosion of arousal through me, and I was almost certain that this was feeling better for me than it was for him.

“Dude, I could get used to this” he grunted, his balls now slapping off my ass as my best friend fucked me.

“Right?” I gasped, holding onto the bed as though I was somehow going to explode into the air.

Justin fucked harder. Each quick pump of his cock hit that same spot inside me, and made me whimper with pleasure.

I couldn’t hold off much longer. I had no idea how Justin was managing to make me orgasm without even touching my cock, but he was. Every bone in my body seemed to tighten as he rammed my swollen hole, and finally I reached the point of no return.

“I’m either gonna piss or cum!” I warned him, and he looked down at my dick as we both waited for the main event.

Justin sniggered again and sped up even more. Perhaps he wanted me to piss on his bed, but I didn’t care now. The feeling was like nothing I’d ever known, and when I finally released myself, ropes of cum burst from my cock, and splashed down on my entire body.

I came on my face, thick strings of the stuff dripped from my nose and lips. I opened my mouth to moan, and filled my own throat with sperm in the process. Justin gawped, but the sight seemed to push him over the edge, and with a look of apology, he erupted into my bowels.

“I’m real sorry, bro” he whimpered, slamming me deeper, “I’m cumming in you, man”.

“Good!” I cried out, still spewing my load onto my chest.

The fucking continued for a few more seconds, until the exhaustion hit us both like trains. Justin fell onto his back next to me, his sweaty chest rising and falling rapidly. I lay there, drenched in my own sweat and cum, and tasting myself from my lips. My asshole felt used and open, and the load he’d just dumped into me seemed to slosh around as I tried to catch my breath.

“We could tell them, you know?” He gasped, still breathing heavily. “They wouldn’t believe us if we did”.

“I know” I mouthed, delirious.

“Well, April Fools” he chuckled, and reached down, massaging my cum soaked, flaccid cock.

“Is it?” I laughed back, and rubbed his one.

“No. No it’s not”.

“Sorry” he muttered apologetically, “my balls are pretty small.” 

I knew this to be true, as my hand had already found them beneath the skimpy towel he continued to wear in the steam-room.

“Your balls are beautiful” I responded sincerely, giving them another squeeze, enjoying their tight, compact fleshiness.

“I wish they were larger sometimes” he continued, as if my compliment had dissolved into the swirling steam, unheard. 

Looking him in the eye and pulling on his balls even harder, so that there could be no misunderstanding, I repeated that they were beautiful, and kissed him on the lips.

“I haven’t actually seen your balls yet” I said, once our kiss had ended, “but I know for a fact that they are beautiful, and the perfect size.”

He chuckled this time, his shy smile turning into something more confident. My hand still held his warm sack, my fingers gently kneading its contents, his sweaty scrotum like velvet in my fingers.

My cock, on full display, had already stiffened as if to demonstrate my sincerity. His towel twitched noticeably as his own hidden manhood responded to my attentions. I let my fingers slowly follow the hardness of his shaft to his wet piss-slit, squeezing silky juice from its lips.

“Perhaps you’d let me see those beautiful balls of yours somewhere a bit more private” I suggested, kissing him again to shore up his confidence.

“Okay” he whispered back, handing me control of the situation.

I stood up, taking the towel I’d been sitting on and throwing it over my shoulder, my erect cock in front of his face showing the seriousness of my desire. He stood up too, his towel tenting out in front as he tried unsuccessfully to disguise his hardness. I laughed and took his hand, leading him into the corridor and down towards the private cubicles.

Once inside he closed the door behind us, nervously, as if he’d never been in this situation before. Maybe he hadn’t, despite being not much younger than me, if his classic “Dad” looks were anything to go by. Solid build, hairy body, beginnings of a slight paunch, handsome lived-in face; somewhat wide-eyed at the moment, as if he might bolt. 

“It’s okay” I reassured him, “we can take it as slowly as you like, even just a chat if that suits you better.” I was hoping it didn’t. 

He answered by moving in closer, taking hold of my dick in one hand while cupping my heavy balls in the other, tentatively at first but with increasing pressure as a low moan escaped my lips.

“That feels really good” I sighed encouragingly, and it did. He was sliding my foreskin back and forth over my knob, staring down at it all the while, as if entranced.

“I love foreskin” he murmured, not taking his eyes off it for even a second. “I wish I still had mine.” 

Time to move.

I reached over and took hold of his towel, gently pulling it away and letting it drop to the floor. He almost managed to look embarrassed, even while pulling on my cock and fondling my balls. I swear, if his hands had been free I bet he would have instinctively tried to cover himself.

I looked down and let a smile spread across my face. His dick was a masterpiece, bigger than mine and hard as an iron rod, the bulbous head purple and swollen as if ready to burst. A thick vein ran down the side of the shaft, pulsating with blood and spunk, disappearing into a forest of thick dark pubes. His balls, small and tight, were as beautiful as I’d guessed, covered in a tangle of hair that had never seen a pair of clippers. Virgin forest for sure.

“Like I said, beautiful!” I wrapped my hand around his thick warm pole and made a point of cradling his lovely balls in my palm, massaging them gently like the delicate things they were. “You’re very beautiful” I repeated, and he knew that I meant it as I sank to my knees in front of him.

His tumescence gave off a powerful odour, pungent and sharp and very erotic. I leaned in close and inhaled deeply, savouring his musk and the sight of his ragged and dark circumcision scar, inflamed against the white flesh of his skin. I licked, ever so gently, the taut cord of his frenulum and a shudder went through his entire body as if he’d received an electric charge.

He placed his hands on my head (to steady himself) which I took as my cue to continue, knowing full well that his orgasm would be fast and momentous. Which it was.

No sooner had I wrapped my lips around his leaking knob than I could feel and taste his sweet spunk begin to flow from his slit. A steady stream at first which quickly turned to almost violent jerks as he lost control and fucked my mouth, spurting great gobs into the back of my throat.

I gripped his hips firmly, feeling his spasms as they coursed through his frame, my cheeks filling with his spunk. His balls tightened even more as his thick cream emptied into my mouth, impossible to swallow it all, try as I might. I felt it dribble down my chin and nestle in my chest hair, a happy compromise.

The thickness of his cock stretched my lips wide, and as I felt his jerks begin to lessen I let it slide almost fully out, stopping at his mushroom head which I sucked and tongued with greedy intensity. I tasted more sweetness as it dribbled out, probing his slit with the tip of my tongue, forcing him to buck and spasm as his exhausted crown became exquisitely tender. 

Finally letting his dick slip from my mouth, it softened and became limp in front of my eyes, a thin trail of cum hanging from the tip which I watched as if enchanted, before catching it on my tongue and rolling it over my lips. 

I kissed the dark scar, following it around the circumference of his shaft before leaning further in and kissing his small and perfect balls.

His cum dripped from my engorged throbbing hole.  His salty seed still savory in my mouth.  Swirling the last remnants of his cum between my tongue and inner cheeks. My knees began to ache on the hot cedar floor.  I slowly pulled myself up, rinsed off and cleaned myself before stepping out of the shower and toweling off. 

I brushed my teeth and flossed with the provided toiletries and feverishly dried my body off with the towel before opening the door to the suite. 

That rush of cool air hit my naked body making my nipples harden and my legs shiver.  I looked out into the room… there he was laying naked on the bed, the sheets covering up his left leg leaving his beautiful cock exposed.  I didn’t know what to expect, I could still feel him inside of my hole even though it had been 45 minutes since we last fucked. 

I smiled at him and he stared back at me with a devilish grin.  Waving me to join him in the bed, I walked over slowly and crawled in from the foot of the bed, slowly crawling up his body, kissing his calves, the inside of his thighs watching his cock jump with excitement.  My hot breath and open mouth just below the head of his penis, I slowly licked the head of his cock, circling his head with my tongue and then sliding him inside my mouth one more time.  His semi hard cock easily slide down my throat, my tongue lashing his shaft as I slid it inside me.  I could hear him start to moan, I could feel his hand on the back of my head pushing me into his trimmed pubes.  I was in heaven, his cock was what I was going to worship, it was like a drug that I was addicted to.  I pulled my head back and laid down on his legs.  My hand stroking his shaft while I licked at his balls and then his taint.  Moaning louder he grabbed my hair and pulled me back.  “Listen you little slut, if you stop sucking my cock again without permission you’ll regret it!”  He said with a stern tone.  He smirked at me with his sexy grin and slammed my head back down towards his cock, opening my mouth wide I accepted my fate.  He was going to throat fuck me and I was ready. 

My face was being smashed by his balls as he held my head with both hands and pounded me with his cock.  My saliva was flying everywhere, my eyes watering, snot bubbles coming out as I tried to breath, I was in euphoria… finally he came with such power that I started chocking on his cum, rope after rope of hot seed filled my throat and stomach…. Finally he released me from his grip and pulled me up beside him. Wiping my eyes and mouth and trying to regain focus he pulled me in close spooning me as he closed his eyes and went to sleep.  I was engulfed in his arms, his cock resting against my ass… I pulled the sheets up and closed my eyes not knowing what was yet to come…

Daniel, thirty four and a self confessed cock sucking cum slut had already sucked off three cocks at a notorious glory hole and was now awaiting his fourth.

Five minutes wait and a thick un cut prick slipped through the hole for some oral attention, Daniel flicked his tongue at the hot rounded knob getting the cock as stiff as possible then he sucked on the helmet till he could hear moans of pleasure coming from the other side of the toilet cubicle.

It was a tasty prick and deserved the best oral service in Daniel’s opinion and so he too half of the jutting prick into his mouth and sucked heartily on the hot shaft. The hot cock throbbed in his saliva loaded mouth, his already spunk soaked tongue slavered over the dick and Daniel took all of the shaft into his mouth and throat.

The moans of pleasure coming from the other side of the wooden partition were incredible and the cock itself was pulsating in Daniel’s hot saliva soaked throat ready to come.

Daniel eased the cock out and concentrated on the knob again, it sure was a bulbous tasty helmet to suck on and Daniel worked his mouth back and forth to extract the guy’s spunk.

A holler and the cock began to jump and toss its creamy load into Daniel’s mouth, he took it hungrily swilling the cum around inside his mouth and then sucking harder n the cock t drain it off completely.

The cum slid down his throat with ease as he continued gobbling on the spurting dick. He sure felt like a lucky man to receive the juicy man batter and it was exciting not knowing what the man looked like.

The cock withdrew and Daniel licked his lips. His lust for cum still a problem as he sat back on the toilet awaiting his next cock.

After some ten minutes a long stiff prick appeared through the glory hole. Un cut but sporting a huge uncovered knob the cock looked ready for some wild cum extraction.

Daniel licked the under shaft of the long luxurious cock, his tongue flicking the tight skin pulling the foreskin back. His tongue repeated the journey back and forth, teasing the prick before engulfing the throbbing knob with his mouth.

The cubicle door opened slightly, Robbo, another regular cum sucker known to Daniel, poked his head in and asked if Daniel needed some help with the monster cock.

Daniel, unable to take his mouth off the succulent knob, nodded yes with the cock still in his mouth and Robbo came in and crouched beside him.

The two of them now licked back and forth along the silky shaft, both of them pausing at the knob to lick around it and taunt the guy attached to it.

Robbo gobbled on the knob eventually, the groans of appreciation loud and clear from the next cubicle.

The rigid cock passed back and forth from mouth to mouth as Daniel and Robbo sucked on it. The saliva dripping from the dick was forming a pool on the floor as the guys slobbered and sucked on the rampant prick.

The cum was fast and furious hitting both Daniel and Robbo in the face unexpectedly. Both suckers opened their mouths like baby birds waiting to be fed as the cum flew. The cock was certainly power pumping the spunk out as Daniel and Robbo fought for the most cum. Daniel clamped his mouth onto the spurting knob to take his fill and then Robbo took over to drain the cock of every last sperm.

The two guys kept licking and sucking even when the man tried to pull back Daniel held onto the cock with his hand whilst he and Robbo continued drawing in their mouths to suck hard.

Swallowing all they could they finally let the prick retreat into the other cubicle, their bellies swimming with cum but Daniels thirst for spunk was still there so when Robbo stood up Daniel grabbed Robbo’s crotch and begged for a suck.

Robbo’s cock was a  good seven and a half incher with a thick girth and un cut knob end. With Daniel’s hand grasping it tight it was soon a rigid example of a suck worthy prick.

“I’ve not cum for two days so there’ll be a lot of fucking spunk” said Robbo working his cock across Daniels lips.

Daniel’s tongue was soon out and lapping ferociously at the meaty cock drawing out the pre cum from Robbo’s twitching balls.

The cock slid into Daniel’s mouth with ultimate ease, the knob sliding into Daniels throat and then right own his gullet.

Daniel was munching on the prick as it nestled in his throat, Robbo’s pubic hairs tickling his lips.

The thought of Robbo’s cum had Daniel so excited, he needed his mates load and wanted it to spurt all over his tongue. Daniel pulled the cock from his throat and looked at it. It was a solid throbbing saliva dripping prick that needed sucking off so Daniel began to gobble and slurp frantically at the cockshies hands tugging Robbo’s balls until spunk shot heavily into his mouth. Robbo’s cock just kept jerking and Daniel’s mouth was soon swimming with semen.

A large stiff cock appeared through the glory hole as Daniel began swallowing Robbo’s cum. He grabbed the dick as he gulped down Robbo’s creamy load, now there was another cock demanding a suck off.

Robbo was moaning as his last spurt hit the back of Daniels throat, it had been one hell of a suck off and Daniels lips were shiny with cum.

Robbo pulled free and Daniel’s attention was straight on to the new prick throbbing through the glory hole. Inn fact Daniel didn’t even notice that Robbo had gone he was too busy handling the stiff meat that was now on offer.

The man providing the treat was moaning as soon as Daniels lips clung to his knob. The sucking and licking of the cock created moans that any passer by would hear but Daniel didn’t care about that, he had a job to do.

Sometimes Daniel liked to take a cum facial and this was one of those occasions as he was sure the semen would be of a great volume, A ferocious gobbling of the cock and Daniel soon found out.

The man’s spunk gushed like a fountain, the first spurt creaming Daniels tongue the rest splattering Daniels face from eyebrow to chin.

Cum dripped heavily and Daniels licking lips caught a good load to savour as the man continued pumping it out.

Face like a Picasso painting, Daniel worked the cock with his hands to extract even more cum. The knob was suck crimson and throbbing and Daniel just kept slurping on it until the man forcefully withdrew.

Daniel sat back on the toilet seat waiting for more dick to appear. He could feel the creamy wetness all over his face and stretched his tongue out to lick off as much as he could. The remainder was a finger job, dragging the semen from forehead, cheeks and chin to his insatiable mouth.

Arse twitching now, Daniel felt that he needed a cock rammed up him and hoped for a big one to appear.

Twenty minutes of anticipation and a large thick un cut cock appeared through the glory hole and throbbed excitedly.

Daniel dropped his trousers and pants and bending over he manoeuvred the prick to his arse after working it over with a gob full of saliva.

His arsehole was fuck hungry and he pushed against the pulsating knob taking it right inside his hole.

The cock felt hot and fantastic so Daniel pushed back onto it taking the throbbing inches right up his arse. He could hear the guy moaning as he began to pump back and forth on the stiff shaft, his own cock grateful as Daniel’s hand wanked it.

Daniel was groaning now and taking the prick as deep as possible. he wondered what the guy might look like and pictured him as a thick set hairy rugby type who needed a good fuck.

The thoughts had Daniels cock spurting it’s own spunk all over the toilet wall . He watched it slide  slowly down the wall and would have liked to have licked it but it was too far from his tongue.

Pushing back and forth on the rigid cock kept his moans coming and with a fast and frantic shunting of his arse the man spurted his load up into Daniel’s gut.

The man was jerking a bevy of semen into Daniel’s hot arse and groaning loudly as his balls emptied.

Exhausted, Daniel pulled himself off the cock and managed to see a final spurt shoot from the knob and splodge onto his ‘T’ shirt.

Daniel fingered the juicy cum, he needed a taste now and as the cock disappeared he licked his fingers.

He’d been in the toilet block for over three hours but still yearned more cock, his eyes rapt on the glory hole, his lust for cum an addictive drug.

A long rigid prick slid through the hole, it throbbed enticingly.

Daniel, insatiable as ever, closed his mouth over the knob.

It was 5 o’clock and it was time to get off work. Tonight there was an underground rave in the city that some of my friends were going to and I was going to tag along. After work I went home and got ready for the night. I put on some skinny black jeans and a new Calvin Klein t shirt. Once I was ready I headed out to meet up with everyone in the city. 

It was about 10 o’clock when I got there and I got in and started meeting up with everyone. Had a little small talk and headed to the dance floor. The music was a mix of house and drum and bass so everyone was having a good time.

I started dancing and while vibing to the music I locked eyes with a handsome guy a few feet away close to the front of the stage.He had on some shorts that really showed off his firm ass and had a fit body that was very enticing. I moved closer and introduced myself and asked if he was having a good time. He had a very attractive face and could see the front of his shorts that showed off his very visible cock that gained my immediate attention. 

Yeah the music here is so good. My name is Jamie. ” Is this your first time?”. No my name is Austin I’ve been to many shows over the years. That’s awesome if you need a party friend to hang with for the night. I’m game!. Yeah that would be great. We both continued dancing getting closer and closer. Until he said ” Hey let’s go outside for a breather.” I’ll follow you.

We headed outside. Hey I have some alcohol in the car let’s have a few shots. I’m down. I said. We headed to the car got in and grabbed the bottle and took some shots. ” Hey it’s nice meeting you. You have a good vibe”. I agree, said Jamie. We started talking more and grabbed each other’s hands. I think you’re very handsome. We started making out and started getting excited. I put my hand on his lap and felt his cock grow in my hand. It felt nice and big. ” Mmm I like to see more of that. He unbuttoned his pants and his cock sprang out. I grabbed it and put it in my mouth. Mmm that’s so good he said. If you want we can go back to my place it’s not too far away.

Yeah I’m game. We decided to head back to his place listening to music in the car in the way his pants still unbuttoned and his cock out I kept it in my hand the whole way. 

We pulled up to his place and couldn’t get up to his room fast enough. We got in and immediately started making out and taking each other’s clothes off. I got on my knees and put his hard cock in my mouth and gave him some sloppy head with no hands. Mmm baby suck that dick. I love sucking it baby. You taste so good. He grabbed my ass and gave it a smack. Can I have that ass too. Of course you can it’s all yours babe. Well let’s go to the room. He bent me over and rubbed lube on me and entered me with his throbbing dick. It felt so good. He gave some nice strokes and then went faster. Yeah baby take that dick. I moaned loudly and he turned me over on my back and kept going.  I then got on top and rode him hearing our bodies collide with each movement. Baby fuck me! I kept saying. Tell me how much you want it. I want it so much. It feels so good inside. I got off top and layed on my stomach as he penetrated me more. I was feeling every inch of his throbbing hard cock as it went deeper and deeper.

He asked where do you want me to cum. I love it on my face and mouth baby. I got on my knees and he stroked until he was close. You ready baby. I always am. He let loose his warm cum on my face and in my mouth. It tasted so good. After we went to the living room and relaxed on the couch. He made us a few mixed drinks that were delicious. We cuddled and put on some YouTube music videos and vibed for a while. 

It was definitely good that we met tonight. Yeah definitely it was. We make a good team, I said laughing. Definitely we do. Especially when I suck that beautiful dick of yours. I actually want some more right now. So I grabbed it and began sucking it again. He could tell how much I loved it and leaned back and enjoyed it. He tasted so good and was so hard and throbbing. We fucked more and more throughout the night and went to sleep with him inside me.

I woke up first and went to wash up. He was up as I entered the room. Hey we should do this more often if that’s cool. Yeah I’m down for that. Good to hear now give me more of that juicy ass. I obliged and got on the bed with him. After that night we met up almost a few days a week and had fun all the time and had more interesting adventures.