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  • Raising Abel

    Abel sat in the campus coffee shop, working on an assignment for one of his classes, absentmindedly letting his hand wander down to his crotch to feel the hard metal of the cock cage under his jeans. It had been five days since his new Daddy Frank had locked his boy cock up, and Abel found himself constantly touching the cage. He was excited to see his Daddy today; they were to spend the weekend together and the fact that Daddy Frank had specifically told him he didn’t need to pack any clothes was extra exciting. Abel’s phone pinged and he looked at the message from Frank. “Hey boy, I’ll be at my house in a few hours. Door code is 1975. Want you greeting me naked in position three when I get home. Clean your hole first.”

    Abel felt a blush rise to his smooth cheeks. He was jarred back to reality when a cute, tall guy sat down across the table from him. The guy looked like he was a few years older than Abel, tall and slim but strong, with a patchy light brown beard and his light brown hair pulled up in a messy bun on top of his head, pretty typical for half the guys on his college campus.

    “Abel! What’s up man?” The guy said, “I thought that was you. How’s it going?”

    Abel stared at the tall guy blankly.

    “Derrick… from the store,” Derrick leaned in a bit and in a hushed tone said, “You sucked me and the guys off at the Forbidden Fruit Sunday.”

    Abel had a flash of the four naked, masked men Daddy Frank had filmed him in an anonymous bukkake with last Sunday, one had been tall with a man bun and a long 9 inch cock. His face blushed crimson and he said, “Oh, hi, I didn’t recognize you… without the mask.”

    “And my clothes on?” Derrick whispered with a wink and a smile.

    “That too,” Abel replied sheepishly.

    “Do you uh, do things like that often? Suck off random groups of guys? Or was that more of a one time thing with your daddy?” Derrick asked, reaching across the table and gently caressing Abel’s hand.

    “I’d never done anything like that before,” Abel replied, “but I liked it… I’d like to do it more.”

    “You could always come over to my frat house… lots of my brothers would love to feed their loads to a pretty boy like you… if you’re daddy would allow it of course.” Derrick said.

    “He did tell me I could… do stuff like that if I wanted.” Abel smiled.

    Derrick scooted his chair next to Able and put Able’s hand on the hard, huge bulge in his pants and said, “We could go now… if you have time.”

    “I shouldn’t. I need to call a car in a bit and get over to Daddy’s house to get ready for him.” Abel said, squeezing Derrick’s bulge.

    “Damn, but you got me so hard… you can’t leave me like this.” Derrick said, leaning in close enough to kiss. “Why don’t we go to my car? You can take care of me and I’ll give you a ride to your daddy’s place.”

    “Um, okay, yeah,” Abel said.

    Abel packed up his things and Derrick took his hand and led him out of the coffee shop. Abel was both embarrassed and proud of being led out by a cute guy whose hard cock was obviously tenting in his pants.

     

    Derrick drove them down a small side street, parked, and pulled his pants down, unleashing his hard monster cock, dripping with precum. “Have at it boy.”

    Abel leaned over and held the 9 inch cock in his hand and licked at the precum. “You’re so big!” He sucked teasingly on the head, enjoying Derrick’s satisfied moans. 

    Derrick gripped Abel’s curly dark blonde hair and slowly pushed his head down, working his cock down the boy’s throat. “Fuck yeah, boy, swallow that cock.”

    Abel choked a bit and worked to relax his throat, bobbing up and down on the cock, practicing alternating pressure and suction based on Derrick’s moans. 

    “Play with my balls boy,” Derrick commanded, and Abel took his balls in hand and gently tugged and squeezed. “That’s it boy, just like that.”

    A few minutes later, as Abel was leaking precum through his now painfully tight cock cage, he felt Derrick’s balls tighten.

    “Oh fuck I’m gonna nut!” Derrick said in a ragged breath before shooting a huge load of cum down Abel’s throat.

    Abel gently sucked every last drop of cum out of Derrick, savoring the salty taste he’d come to crave, and then sat back up in his seat. Derrick buttoned himself back up and 15 minutes later dropped Abel off at Frank’s. Before Abel got out of the car they exchanged numbers and Derrick left an open invitation to stop by the frat house.

    Frank arrived home in his usual hot and sweaty state after a day of working outside, but he felt rejuvenated by the thought that his angelic 19 year old boy would be waiting for him inside, naked and on display. The burly 49 year old man was not disappointed when he entered and found Abel naked, kneeling with his ass up and hands and head pressed to the floor, his silver collar shining on his soft, boyish neck.

    Frank locked the door and walked around Abel silently, grazing the slender boy’s soft, smooth skin with his calloused fingers and nudging him slightly with his dirty work boots. After Frank finished his inspection he stood before Abel and said “Very good boy, Daddy is pleased.”

    “Thank you Daddy,” Abel said, keeping his head to the floor.

    “Daddy has to piss after a hard day of work, son. Do you think you’re ready to drink it for Daddy?” Frank asked, unbuttoning his pants.

    Abel took a deep breath to steal his confidence before replying “Yes Daddy.”

    “Position 1 boy.”

    Abel rose to his knees and placed his hands behind his back. His already hard cock seemed to strain even more against his cock cage as he took in the site of his Daddy standing before him: close cut, graying hair and a full, neatly trimmed beard with streaks of gray, deep brown eyes that were somehow both warm and commanding, a dirty shirt barely containing his large muscles, a tuft of gray chest hair peeking out the top, dirty pants that hugged his thick, strong thighs, his 8 inch, fat cock hanging out of his pants, waiting for Abel’s mouth.

    Frank stepped closer, his cock brushing Abel’s lips, and said “You can use your hands if you need to boy. Don’t spill.”

    Abel took the soft, meaty cock with one hand and held it in his mouth, keeping his mouth slightly open as he knew Daddy Frank would want to watch. Frank’s face relaxed slightly and the heavy stream of piss flowed into Abel’s mouth. The boy gulped quickly and steadily as the acrid, warm piss rushed into his mouth. He hated the bitter taste but loved the look of pride on his Daddy’s face. 

    “Good boy,” Frank said as his stream came to an end. He sat on the bench in the foyer and tapped his foot. He watched with pride at the look of determination that came over Abel’s face as he crawled over and removed Frank’s work boots, then stuck his pretty face in the right boot and took 5 deep breaths. When Abel moved to the left boot and started 5 more breaths, Frank said, “Daddy needs to take a quick shower before we head out. Hold that position and keep your face in my boot until I return.”

    “Wes waddy,” Abel replied, his words muffled by the boot.

    Abel heard Frank stand and walk up the stairs. He kept his face in the dirty, smelly boot, trying not to breath as much as possible for what felt like an hour. He was beyond relieved when 10 minutes later he heard Frank walking down the stairs, saying “Good boy. Stand and get dressed, Daddy has a surprise for you.”

     

    In the car Frank asked Abel about his day, and Abel told him about running into Derrick and sucking him off. Frank told Abel he was proud the boy was showing initiative. He seemed even more pleased to hear that Abel enjoyed it not just for Daddy Frank’s sake, but that he had developed a genuine lust for cum over the past few days, often finding himself looking at the guys around him in class or on campus and wondering what their jizz would taste like, and the look of the face they would make if Abel made them shoot their load. Abel’s lust for cum didn’t surprise Frank, but he was glad the boy was coming into his own so quickly.

    Frank eventually parked in the driveway of a large house in an expensive neighborhood. It was easily the nicest house Abel had ever seen in his life.

    “Who’s house is this Daddy?”

    “This belongs to a doctor friend of mine. He’s a fertility specialist and he’s going to give you a physical.” 

    “A fertility specialist? I know I’m new to this but I’m pretty sure you can’t get me pregnant Daddy.” Abel joked.

    “Won’t stop me from trying boy.” Frank put his hand on Abel’s thigh, “Once we get inside you are to play along and do everything Dr. Clark tells you to. If anything sounds like too much use your safe word, understand?”

    “Yes Daddy.”

    “Good boy,” Frank said, squeezing Abel’s thigh before reaching for the car door.

     

    Frank led Abel up to the large house and rang the bell. The door opened and they were greeted by a handsome 27 year old man wearing scrubs. He had dark curly hair, gray eyes and his chiseled face was clean shaven, with just a hint of a dark shadow of new beard growth. His bulging muscles indicated he spent a lot of time in the gym, and the dark hair peeking out of his scrubs and showing on his knuckles indicated he was quite hairy as well.

    “Hello Thomas,” Frank said, pushing Abel forward. “This is my boy Abel.”

    Thomas shook Abel’s hand and said “Nice to meet you. Dr. Clark has asked me to get you both settled.”

    Thomas led them through the plush house and into a room that looked like a medical version of Frank’s play room. It featured an examination table with stirrups, a sink and small refrigerator, as well as some other chairs. The room was brightly lit. Thomas smiled broadly and pointed to a scale and said, “Remove your shoes and clothes Abel and step on to the scale so we can start your vitals.”

    Abel undressed as Thomas and Frank watched. “The chastity device will need to be removed as well,” Thomas said to Frank, “The collar can stay on of course.”

    Frank removed the necklace around his neck that held two keys and knelt before Abel and removed the boy’s cock cage. “There you go,” Frank said, gently massaging Abel’s dick and balls before going back to his seat.

    Abel stepped on to the scale and Thomas measured him, “5 feet and seven inches and 142 pounds. Very good. Please bend over the table and spread your cheeks.”

    Abel opened up and felt Thomas stick a thermometer into his ass and hold it there for a minute until it beeped. 

    Thomas removed the thermometer and said “98.6. Very good. Have a seat on the table and the doctor will be with you shortly.” Thomas left the room and Abel sat on the table, the paper pulled across crinkling under his weight.

    Frank looked at his boy, naked on the table and asked, “How you doing boy?”

    “A little nervous Daddy,” Abel said just as Thomas returned with Dr. Clark, wearing a white doctor’s coat over scrubs. At 63, 6’2 and a muscular 230 lbs, Dr. Clark was a silver fox. 

    With a blindingly white smile he said, “Nothing to be nervous about young man.” He stuck out his hand and said “I’m Dr. Clark and we’re going to take very good care of you today.” He shook Abel’s hand and then extended his hand to Frank and said “Frank, always good to see you,” shaking his hand, “beautiful boy you have here.”

    “Yes he is,” Frank said proudly, squeezing Abel by the back of his neck and then taking a seat.

    “So Frank, you’ve brought your son in today for a physical. Is that correct?”

    “Yes doctor,” Frank said sitting up taller in his chair, “I want to make sure everything is in working order.” Frank shot a wink at Abel, earning a giggle from the boy.

    “Alright, let’s start with some measurements.” Dr. Clark said, taking a measuring tape and wrapping it around Abel’s neck, biceps and chest. “Hmmm, these look a bit below average. Lay back Abel so I can measure your penis.”

    Abel laid back, stretching his naked body on the examination table and Dr. Clark measured Abel’s dick.

    “Just what I suspected, 5 inches. Not good at all.” Dr. Clark put his measuring tape away and began pressing on Abel’s chest and abdomen. “I’m afraid you may not be producing enough testosterone, young man.”

    “Is that bad?” Abel asked.

    “It’s not great.” Dr. Clark turned his head, “Thomas please remove your scrubs.”

    “Yes doctor.” Thomas replied, then pulled off his scrubs and stood naked across from Abel. Thomas’s muscular chest, arms and legs were covered in dark hair, and his 7” cock hung from a dark bush.

    Dr. Clark ran his hands over Thomas’s body and said “See how strong and hairy Thomas is? How much bigger his cock is? This is an example of a boy with a high amount of testosterone. Come take a look Frank.”

    Daddy Frank walked over and ran his hands over Thomas’s body and then fondled his cock and said “Very nice. Is there anything we can do for my son Dr. Clark?”

    “I’m afraid Abel is going to need extra testosterone injections, both orally and anally. I’d recommend starting him on a large dose today and then you can continue regular treatments at home.” Dr. Clark said. 

    Frank wrapped one hand around Thomas’s cock and balls and tugged firmly, while gripping his muscular ass with the other. “Whatever you say Doc.”

    “I’ll need to examine the boy’s hole.” Dr. Clark said, taking a seat at the end of the exam table in front of the stirrups. “Scoot down Abel and place your legs in the stirrups.”

    “Yes Sir, I mean doctor,” Abel replied, getting into position. He felt incredibly exposed, naked on the table; his 5 inch boy cock, rock hard; his legs up on the stirrups, completely presenting his hole to the handsome silver-haired doctor before him. He looked at Frank, watching his Daddy grope and fondle Thomas’s hairy, muscular body while Thomas stood there like a perfect object. Abel felt jealous and humiliated that he wasn’t like Thomas, but also hoped the strong, handsome hairy man would fuck him. 

    “This may be a bit cold,” Dr. Clark said, spreading some gel on Abel’s hole. “And now some slight pressure,” as he worked a finger into the boy.

    Abel’s breath hitched at the intrusion.

    “Just relax Abel,” Dr. Clark said as he worked his finger in and out of Abel’s tight hole. “Thomas, why don’t you feed Abel your cock? It might help him relax.”

    “Gladly doctor,” Thomas said, then crossed to Abel. “Open wide,” he said as he stuck his cock in Abel’s mouth.

    Abel dutifully sucked Thomas’s cock as Dr. Clark worked a second finger into him. Frank stripped out of his clothes, revealing his strong, tan, muscular, hairy body. He knelt behind Thomas and pulled his cheeks apart then licked and probed his pucker. Thomas moaned as Abel sucked his cock while Frank ate his ass.

    “Very good,” Dr. Clark said, removing his fingers from Abel. He picked up a spreader and covered it in gel, then pressed it against Abel’s hole. “You’re going to feel some pressure boy.” He said inserting the steel spreader into the boy.

    Abel winced, dropping Thomas’s cock, “Daddy!”

    Frank pulled his tongue from Thomas’s hole and moved to stand beside Abel, caressing his face, “You can do it son, show Daddy how tough you are.”

    Dr. Clark began to crank the spreader, opening up Abel’s hole. “That’s it, good job boy.” The doctor praised. “Frank, come and look at how open your boy is.”

    Frank walked over to stare at Abel’s gaping hole, watching as Dr. Clark opened the boy up with the spreader. “Fuck, that’s beautiful!” Frank leaned down and spit in Abel.

    “Thomas, retrieve the samples please,” Dr. Clark instructed.

    “Yes Doctor,” Thomas replied, then walked to a small refrigerator and retrieved a tray with two test tubes filled with a milky substance, and placed them on the tray next to the examination table.

    “What’s that?” Abel asked, eyeing the test tubes and feeling the full weight on the three men staring down at him.

    Dr. Clark picked up a test tube and swirled the contents, “Each of these contain semen samples from 10 different men, all of whom are healthy and fertile. Thomas is going to administer 1 orally and then work it in with his own cock and load, while I administer the other anally then work it in myself.”

    Frank traced Abel’s spread open hole with his finger and asked “Are you ready to take 20 guy’s loads boy?”

    Abel’s heart pounded in his chest. He gulped and locked eyes with Daddy Frank, “Yes Daddy. Please.”

    Frank smiled wickedly, “Good boy.”

    “Thomas, prep me for insertion,” Dr. Frank instructed.

    “Yes doctor,” Thomas replied. He knelt in front of Dr. Clark and pulled the doctor’s scrubs down, unleashing the 63 year old Daddy’s 8 inch cock. Thomas sucked Dr. Clark’s cock until it was rock hard, then he picked up one of the test tubes of cum and moved back to stand by Abel.

    “Okay boy,” Dr. Frank said, retrieving the second test tube, “This may feel cold.” Dr. Frank slowly poured the tube of cum into Abel’s open hole. 

    Abel winced at the cold sensation.  Frank jerked his cock, watching the silver fox doctor pour the vial of cum from 10 anonymous men into his boy’s open hole.

    When he’d emptied the cum into Abel’s hole, he set the empty test tube down and said “Thomas please proceed.”

    Thomas held the test tube of cum over Abel’s face and said, “Open wide.”

    Abel opened his mouth and watched as the strapping, naked, hairy muscle-bound nurse slowly dripped the tube of cum into Abel’s mouth. Abel let the cold, salty, milky mix of cum pool on his tongue and then drip down his throat. From the corner of his eye he saw Daddy Frank had moved closer to watch the cum being poured into his mouth.

    “Fuck yes son, that’s so hot!” Frank praised. Thomas finished pouring and set the empty test tube down. “Swallow boy.” Abel stared up at Frank and swallowed the load of cum. “Good boy.”

    “Alright kid, time for the real thing,” Thomas said, aiming his cock at Able’s face.

    Abel opened his mouth and took in Thomas’s cock, loving the sight of the sexy, hairy man tilting his head back in pleasure and playing with his own nipples. Abel moaned over the cock as Dr. Clark gently pulled the spreader out of his ass.

    “You’re doing very well Abel,” Dr. Clark said, pressing the head of his cock into the boy’s hole, “Time to work it in now.” Dr. Clark pressed his cock into Abel and began to fuck him in a slow, steady rhythm.

    Frank watched as the 27 year old stud played with his nipples and pumped his cock into Abel’s face, while the silver fox doctor fucked the load of 10 guys cum into the boy’s ass, making squishing sounds with every thrust. Frank moved behind Thomas and gripped him by the back of the neck, bent him over Abel and thrust his dick in the muscle stud’s hole. 

    “Fuck me Daddy!” Thomas cried out.

    “Fuck yeah, boy open up!” Frank said, pumping into Thomas.

    After a few minutes Abel gave in and jerked his own cock, barely able to breathe with Thomas’s full weight on him, his cock being thrust into his mouth with each hard fuck Frank gave. He felt Dr. Clark fucking him furiously, the sound of his hole filled with cum squelching with each thrust. 

    “Fuck me Daddy! I’m gonna cum!” Thomas cried out before shooting his load into Abel’s mouth.

    When the salty, fresh load hit his tongue, Abel felt his balls tighten and he shot his load onto his stomach, his hole clenching on Dr. Clark’s cock.

    “Fuck yeah, son! Good boy!” Frank yelled. He wrapped an arm around Thomas’s neck and pulled him off Abel roughly and then pressed him against the wall, fucking him like a mad man. Abel watched his big, strong Daddy pin the muscle stud against the wall and fuck him savagely. 

    “Here it comes boy!” Dr. Clark cried out and then pumped his load into Abel, adding multiple jets of hot fresh cum to the mix.

    Frank went rigid and growled loudly as he shot his load inside Thomas. He pumped a few last hard thrusts into the muscle stud and then pulled his dick out and released him from his grip. Thomas leaned against the wall for a few minutes to catch his breath. 

    Dr. Clark popped a small butt plug in Abel, earning a small yelp of surprise, and said “That’ll keep everything in place. I look forward to you returning it later.”

    Frank walked over to his boy and kissed him and said, “Daddy is so proud of you.” He kissed him again then turned to Thomas and said, “Thomas, get over here and feed Abel this load he shot on himself. We can’t let it go to waste.”

    Thomas grinned and walked over to Abel. He leaned over Abel’s stomach and slurped and licked up Abel’s load, then moved to lean over Abel’s face. Abel opened his mouth wide and Thomas slowly dribbled Abel’s own cum into his mouth.

    “Fucking hot!” Frank growled.

    Thomas kissed Abel deeply, the two boys ravaging each other with their tongues, swapping the cum back and forth, until Thomas pulled away and both boys swallowed their share of the load.

    “Good boys.” Dr. Clark said. 

    Frank rubbed his hands on Abel’s smooth chest, “Did you have fun boy?”

    “So much fun Daddy, all that cum… it was so hot. Plus, it felt really good to cum.” Abel replied.

    “That was a pretty big load,” Thomas grinned, “And very tasty.”

    “Thanks.” Abel replied.

    Frank grabbed Abel’s cock cage, “Time to put this back on boy.” 

    “Yes Daddy,” he said with a mock frown.

    “Are you guys going to Topher’s birthday party tomorrow? Raj has planned a big night for his pup!” Dr. Clark asked Frank.

    “Of course,” Frank grinned, “I’m excited to show Abel off.”

    Abel had no idea what Daddy Frank and Dr. Clark were talking about… Daddy Frank hadn’t mentioned a party and Abel felt a bit nervous, but more so excited at the idea of meeting more of his Daddy’s sexy friends, so he just smiled and said nothing.

    “If y’all want to hang around, I was going to throw some steaks on the grill – you’re welcome to join.” Dr. Clark offered.

    “Sounds great… but the boys need to stay naked,” Frank said with a grin.

    Later that night as Frank held his sleeping boy cuddled in his arm, he smiled at what a confident little cum slut the shy boy was becoming. Abel had found a cock to suck on his own; and he’d eagerly taken the anonymous loads Dr. Clark had gotten from his practice, as well as Dr. Clark and Thomas’s own loads. Afterwards Frank had been pleasantly surprised at how well Abel and Thomas had gotten on. Both were very into computers and Frank was warmed at the sight of the two naked boys so relaxed and engaged in conversation. Thomas was a natural sub with years of practice and would make a good friend for Abel. It had also been very hot when Frank and Clark had the two boys kneeling next to each other and drinking the piss of their daddies – two urinals that were eager to please. 

    The mental picture of Abel, blond, smooth, angelic and delicate, locked and collared on his knees next to Thomas, with his dark hair and muscular, hairy body – mouths open, streams of piss flowing into each boy’s mouth, got Frank hard. Frank reached over and grabbed some lube from the nightstand and slathered some on his cock and on Abel’s hole. Frank lined his cock up against the sleeping boy’s pucker and slowly but steadily thrust inside him, covering Abel’s mouth with his hand.

    “Mmmmrrremm!’ Abel moaned into Frank’s hand, half asleep and confused at being woken up by the sudden pressure in his ass and the strong hand covering his mouth.

    Frank kept his hand over Abel’s mouth, held his cock still in the boy’s hole and spoke softly into his ear, “Shhh, shhh… it’s okay boy, Daddy has you. I need to cum and then we can go back to sleep. Tap my hand if you want me to stop.” Abel responded by rutting his ass against Frank, getting the daddy cock in him as deep as possible. “Fuck yes,” Frank whispered, fucking Abel, “Good boy.” Frank picked up speed, keeping his hands over Abel’s mouth and the other hand wrapped around the boy’s arms and chest, pinning him in place. “Daddy is so proud of you boy. You were so hot today. I’m going to teach you to be my perfect little cum slut… do you want that?”

    Abel nodded his head and gave a muffled “Mmhmmm” into Frank’s hand.

    “Yeah? You want Daddy to fill you with all the cum and piss you can take? See how many guys you can take cum from?”

    “Mmmmhmmm!”

    “Fuck yeah boy, take my nut!” Frank growled, pumping fast and hard, “Take Daddy’s cum! Fuuuuuck!’ Frank gripped Abel tight as he pumped several shots of cum into the boy. When he caught his breath he removed his hand from Abel’s mouth and kissed the boy’s face several times and said “Good night my sweet boy.”

    “Good night Daddy.” Abel replied warmly, then fell back asleep with Frank’s cock still inside him.

     

    The next day, Frank and Abel spent the afternoon alternating between lounging naked on the couch watching movies, or with Abel in the playroom sling, with Frank testing the boy’s limits with different size toys. Frank introduced Able to poppers and was thrilled to see how much more girth and length the boy could handle.

    When evening rolled around Frank instructed Able to douche and shower again to prepare for the party. After Able prepped and showered he found Frank waiting for him, dressed in a harness that showed off his hairy muscular body, jeans and boots. He took Able into his large walk-in closet and showed him an outfit laid out that he’d bought for the boy: an army green neoprene harness, gray checked kilt, knee pads and leather combat boots.

    “This for me Daddy?” the boy asked.

    “That’s for tonight,” Frank said. He grinned and pointed to a section of the closet that had a sign above it with the word “Son” engraved on it. The shelves were filled with clothes, shoes, jockstraps, lingerie and gear. “These are for later.”

    Abel rushed at Frank and hugged him tightly, “Thank you Daddy… I don’t know what to say.”

    Frank grabbed Abel’s soft bubble butt and said “You don’t have to say anything boy. Daddy is so proud of you. Now get dressed, it’s time to show my friends what a delicious cum slut you are.”

    Frank left Abel to get dressed and prepared the boy a dose of G in a shot shot of juice. Abel came into the kitchen in his new outfit. He looked amazing with his dark blonde curls and sweet angelic face combined with the snug harness over his smooth, slim chest; the kilt stopped at mid thigh, showing off his smooth legs, and the knee pads and boots signaled he was ready for a night of hard fucking.

    “You look amazing boy, everyone will want you,” Frank smiled. Abel blushed and smiled sweetly. Frank handed him the shot of G and said, “This will help you be your most slutty self boy… I’ll give you more at the party later if you want it.”

    Abel dutifully drank the shot and made a sour face, “Yuck… but thank you Daddy.”

    Frank laughed then said “There will be a lot of public kink and sex tonight boy, so we’ll be using the color system for check-ins: Green if you’re enjoying something, Yellow if you’re unsure or want to talk about it, and Red if you want to say no or stop.”

    “I understand Daddy,” Abel agreed.

    Frank leaned in close to Abel and ran his hands up the boy’s kilt, squeezing his bare ass and tugging at his cock cage. “People will probably be filming things tonight… Do you want to wear a mask boy?”

    “Are you going to wear one Daddy?”

    “No son. I like being filmed.”

    “Then I won’t either.” Abel said confidently.

    “Okay boy, but if you change your mind that’s OK. Come on, let’s go.”

     

    Abel’s stomach was filled with butterflies on the car ride from Daddy Frank’s place to the party, but by the time they arrived he was feeling a bit dizzy, very confident and very, very horny… whatever Daddy Frank had given him was definitely working.

    When they walked into the house they were greeted by a round of cheers. Dr. Clark, wearing a white open leather vest and matching white leather jock, emphasizing his tan complexion and silver hair, strolled over and greeted Frank and Abel warmly, “How’s it going Frank?”

    “Fantastic Clark! You’re looking good, how are you?” Frank replied.

    “Doing alright,” he said, then looked Abel up and down with pure lust, “Good to see you again Abel.”

    “Hello Dr. Clark,” Abel giggled, “Is Thomas here?”

    “He’s out back enjoying some water sports. I’m sure he’d love to see you. Why don’t you guys grab some drinks and say your hellos and we can play later.” Dr. Clark said, running a hand down Abel’s back before reaching under his kilt and grabbing his ass.

    “Count on it,” Frank said, then led Abel into the kitchen.

    Frank grabbed a beer for himself and poured some Gatorade into a cup for Abel, while Abel scanned the room. All of the guys were either scantily dressed in some type of leather or spandex, or fully naked. There was a notable amount of guys in pup hoods, some in groups, others being led on a leash by their Masters.

    Frank handed Abel his drink and said “No alcohol for you tonight boy. You need to stay hydrated.”

    “Cheers,” Abel raised his glass and took a sip. “Who’s house is this Daddy?”

    “It’s my friend Raj’s; this is a birthday party for his pup Topher.”

    As they sipped their drinks they were approached by Frank’s former boy, Tristan. The 27 year old was showing off his toned, muscular swimmers body, wearing only leather chaps and boots. His light brown hair was slicked back, his brown eyes full of mischief, a light five o’clock shadow on his face and a sparse amount of light brown hair on his chest. He held the leashes of two pups, one was muscular with a golden brown complexion and wearing a green and black pup hood; the other was fair skinned and slender but toned and wearing a yellow and black pup hood. “Hey Daddy Frank,” Tristan said, leaning in and giving Frank a soft kiss. “Hi little brother,” he said before pulling Abel in by the back of his neck and kissing him deeply, shoving his tongue into Abel’s mouth. Tristan released Abel from the kiss and said, “You look great. How’s your cock cage feeling?”

    Abel lifted his kilt up, showing off the golden cockcage, “A little tight after that kiss,” Abel said, leaning back into Frank’s strong chest.

    Frank and Tristan laughed, then Frank tilted Abel’s face towards his and gave the boy a deep, possessive kiss, while gripping the boy’s bound cock to give it a hard tug. “Good boy,” he said after the kiss.

    “Daddy Frank, you remember Pup Roco,” Tristan said, putting one hand on the hood of the black and green pup, “and this is his new litter mate, Pup Brodie.” He placed his other hand on the hood of the yellow and black pup.

    “Pup Roco. Pup Brodie.” Frank said, nodding slightly in acknowledgment. “Say hello to your brother’s pups, boy. You can pet them if you like.”

    Abel reached out and put a hand on the side of each pup’s face, “Hi… you both look very sexy in your masks.” The two pups woofed and each leaned in to lick Abel’s face. 

    The four of them chatted for a few minutes. Abel hit it off with Tristan’s pups, enjoying the frequent kisses and caresses he was getting. Eventually Tristan asked “Shall we say hi to the birthday pup?” 

    Frank took Abel’s hand, “Absolutely, Come on son!” 

    Abel set his drink down, feeling flushed and excited, “ Yes Daddy!”

    Frank led Abel through the crowd; he was filled with pride at how many of the guys turned to obviously eyeball his beautiful 19 year old boy, but nothing thrilled him more than the look of excited wonder on Abel’s face. Frank’s cock stiffened at the thought of Abel moaning with pleasure as Frank used his personal cum slut for his own pleasure and shared him with some of the guys in the room.

    They walked over to Raj, 27, dressed in a leather harness and jockstrap, showing off his strong and lean dark Middle Eastern features. His pup Topher, 32, a fair-skinned, stocky ginger, wearing a birthday crown over his purple pup mask stood by his side. Raj smiled as he saw Frank approach, “You made it!” Raj and Frank exchanged a quick kiss and a hug before Raj turned to Abel. “And the new boy! I’m Raj and this is Topher, the birthday pup!” 

    “Boy,” Frank said, “This is Daddy’s good friend Sir Raj and his pup Topher.”

    Raj looked Abel up and down and said, “The videos of you Frank sent were very hot boy… I hope my pup and I can try you out for real.”

    “I’ll do whatever my Daddy wants me to do, Sir.” Abel said confidently, holding Frank’s arm.

    Raj wrapped an arm around Abel’s waist and pulled him close, pressing his dark hairy chest against Abel, their noses almost touching. “Is that so boy?”

    Abel glanced quickly at Daddy Frank, who gave him a reassuring nod. Abel reached up and rubbed his hands on Raj’s strong, hairy chest, “Gladly Sir.”

    Topher lifted up the back of Abel’s kilt, showing off the boy’s ass, then grabbed it, “Woof!”

    “I think my pup likes your boy Frank,” Raj said, not taking his eyes off Abel.

    Frank gripped Abel’s shoulders and pressed his chest against Abel’s back, firmly sandwiching the boy between himself and Raj, then said in the boy’s ear “Would you like to get bred by the birthday pup son?”

    “Absolutely Daddy… and Daddy Raj, and you, and anyone else you choose,” Abel purred, his little boy cock straining against his cock cage, leaking precum.

    The three men all but pounced on Abel: Daddy Frank sucked on his ear; Sir Raj kissed him, exploring the boy’s mouth with his tongue; and Topher sucked at the boy’s neck. Abel moaned with the assault of pleasure. 

    “Can we get in on that?” Tristan asked seductively. 

    “You’re always welcome, big brother. Right Daddy?” Abel said.

    “Yes son,” Frank said, wrapping an arm around Abel, “You should always show your brother the same respect you would show any of Daddy’s friends.”

    “In that case… I’m going to take my pups outside to pee and put Pup Brodie in the sling,” Tristan said “Abel why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you were the real fun is?”

    “Can I Daddy?” Abel looked to Frank.

    “Sure boy, have fun and mind your brother.” Frank answered, “I’ll find you in a bit.”

    Tristan looped his arm around Abel’s and led him outside, his two pups following behind.

    “He seems like quite the boy Frank,” Raj said.

    “Oh he is,” Frank agreed. “A natural submissive slut who can’t get enough cum… he just needed someone to teach him there’s nothing wrong with being who he is.”

    Outside Tristan showed Abel around. Abel saw a couple guys off in a corner fucking; an empty sling set up in the yard, and two guys pissing on a guy who was lying on the ground. Tristan led them over to the piss play area and Abel realized that the muscular, hairy stud on the ground was Thomas, and he wasn’t just lying on the ground, his hands and feet were spread out, each one tied to a stake in the ground. Someone had written “FAG” on his forehead in black permanent marker.

    “Fuck yeah man, give me that piss!” Thomas said to the guys.

    “Go on boys,” Tristan said to his pups, “Give the fag what he wants.”

    The first two guys finished pissing then walked off. Pup Brodie crawled over on his hands and knees, pulling his 6 inch cock out of his jockstrap, lifted his leg and pissed on Thomas’s face, while Pup Roco stood over them and pissed on Thomas’s chest.

    “Pretty hot right?” Tristan said to Abel.

    “He really likes that?” Abel whispered watching as Thomas swallowed the piss and cheered on the two pups.

    “Fuck yeah, that fag’s in heaven!” Tristan said, “Don’t you drink Frank’s piss?”

    “Yeah but it’s not really my favorite thing,” Abel said.

    “Well, it is one of that boy’s favorite things.” Thomas said, “Shouldn’t we give him what he wants?”

    “I guess.” 

    Tristan walked over and started to piss on Pup Brodie, causing the pup to yelp and look up. “Go get in the sling! Roco, help your brother.” 

    Abel watched the two pups hurry over to the sling as Tristan resumed pissing on Thomas.

    “Oh yeah Tristan, piss on me!” Thomas begged.

    Abel lifted up his kilt unsure of what to do. He had to sit to pee while wearing his cock cage. 

    “Let Daddy help boy,” Frank said from behind him. Abel turned and saw Daddy Frank, now wearing nothing but his harness and boots – his big fat daddy cock swinging free. He was holding a shot of G-laced juice and said “Drink this first boy,” Abel downed the bitter shot. “Now take off your clothes and your boots, you won’t need them anymore tonight. Keep the knee pads, those you probably will need.”

    “Yes Daddy,” Abel said, then undressed, leaving only his silver collar, gold cock cage and black knee pads. He laid his clothes on a small nearby table, enjoying the cool feeling of the grass on his bare feet.

    “Now kneel over Thomas’s face and stick your cage in his mouth.” Frank instructed.

    Abel looked down at Thomas, who said “Give me your boy piss Abel,” and then opened his mouth wide.

    Abel knelt over Thomas, and leaned forward on his hands and knees and stuck his caged cock in Thomas’s mouth. 

    “Open up boy,” Frank said, standing before Abel, holding his soft meaty cock up to Abel’s mouth. Abel opened his mouth and tasted Frank’s warm piss running down his throat and he let his own piss flow into Thomas’s mouth. Frank worked to stop his stream and said, “Finish up boy and move so I can give the piss fag a proper drink.”

    Abel let the last of his stream dribble into Thomas’s mouth, then stood next to his Daddy. Frank unleashed the rest of his stream, showering Thomas’s face and chest.

    “Come on boy,” Frank took Abel’s hand and led him over to the sling. The smooth twink Pup Brodie was laid up in the sling, his feet up on in the leather stirrups, his hands gripping the metal chains as the tan, muscular Pup Roco fucked his face, while Tristan fucked his hole. Frank grabbed the back of Abel’s neck and pressed Abel down on his knees facing Tristan’s ass, “Tongue your brother’s hole boy while he fucks his pup!”

    Abel gripped Tristan’s meaty ass, spread his brother’s cheeks and shoved his tongue in his sweaty hole, letting Tristan’s ass bang into his face as he fucked the pup. Abel’s head was swimming and his caged cock throbbed against his straining boy dick as he impaled his tongue in his brother’s hole. 

    Frank pulled his phone out of his boot to record the scene: the young twink pup in the sling, sucking the cock of the older muscular pup, while Frank’s former boy Tristan fucked the pup’s hole, his strong hands wrapped around the pup’s neck; and Frank’s new cum slut boy on his knees, with his face buried in his brother’s ass, tonguing him while his brother’s thrusting ass banged into his face. “Fuck yeah boy,” Frank growled to Tristan, “Fuck that pup! Choke him and fuck him like Daddy taught you!”

    “Yeah Daddy! You proud? You proud of your grown up son?” Tristan cried out and then spit on his pup’s face.

    “Yeah boy! Daddy is so proud!” Frank wrapped one hand around the back of Abel’s head and pressed his face harder into Tristan’s hole, “Daddy is so proud of both his boys! Get in there boy! Eat your brother’s hole, make him cum extra hard in his bitch pup!”

    Abel moaned into Tristan’s ass, working as hard on his brother’s hole as he could. 

    Pup Roco called out “I’m gonna cum Master!”

    “Paint his bitch face Pup!” Tristan yelled!

    Pup Roco pulled his dick out of Pup Brodie’s mouth and jerked it furiously, shooting his load all over the pup’s hood, “Fuuuuck!”

    “Good boy!” Tristan said, pumping hard and fast into his Pup, crying out “Get ready for your Master’s load pup!”

    “Yes Son! Breed your boy!” Frank cheered, pulling his dick with one hand and filming the action with the other.

    Tristan grunted loudly and slammed into his pup, freezing in place momentarily as he loaded the twink’s hole with his cum then shivered with the aftershocks of his orgasim. 

    Frank pulled Abel up and away from his brother’s hole and moved him over to Pup Brodie’s cum drenched pup hood, “Lick it all up boy!”

    Tristan pulled his cock out of his pup and fell to his knees. He spread his pup’s wrecked hole and sucked at it greedily, devouring his own load. 

    Frank surveyed the aftermath with his phone, Tristan sucking his own load out of his pup’s hole, while Abel licked cum off the pup’s hood. He put his phone away, grabbed Tristan by his hair and pulled his face back saying, “Daddy is so proud of you boy. If you recharge, come find your brother.” Frank spit in Tristan’s mouth before shoving his face back in the pup’s hole. Frank pulled Abel into his arms and said, “How are you boy? What color are you at?”

    “Green Daddy, I feel so good… but my hole is so empty,” the boy whined, nuzzling his face into Frank’s neck, “I need your cock Daddy! I need your cum! Please, I need all the cum!”

    Frank reached down and grabbed his boy’s ass, pressing Abel’s hole with his fingers, “Daddy’s got you boy, we’ll fill you up with all the cum you can take. Come on son, let’s go find the birthday pup!”

    Frank led Abel through the yard where he saw Pup Topher bent over an oversized lounge chair, sucking Raj’s cock while getting fuck from behind by Dr. Clark.

    “Bring that boy of yours over here Frank, let’s open him up!” Raj said.

    “Oh he’s ready for it,” Frank said, leading Abel over and laying him on his back next to Topher. 

    Raj tossed Frank a bottle of lube and Frank slathered some on Abel’s hole and then quickly worked two fingers in the boy’s tight ass.

    “Yes Daddy, please!” Abel moaned.

    Raj pulled his dick out of Topher’s mouth and stepped over to Abel, putting a bottle of poppers under the boy’s nose. “Breath deep kid and let your Daddy open your hole so my pup can fuck it!”

    Abel took several deep breaths and dropped his head back in a haze, while Frank worked a third finger into his hole.

    “Oh he’s ready,” Frank said, pulling his fingers out of Abel’s hole. “Grab his legs Raj.”

    Raj stuck his cock in Abel’s mouth and grabbed the boy’s ankles, lifting his legs over to his head to expose the boy’s hole while he slowly fucked his face.

    “Hell yeah,” Dr. Clark said, wrapping his strong arms around Topher and lifting him up and shifting him over behind Abel. 

    Pup Topher thrust his cock in Abel’s exposed hole, then let the full weight of his stocky body drop on the young twink as Dr. Clark continued fucking him from behind, every thrust of the silver fox pushing the pup’s own cock into Abel.

    “Fuck my boy Pup!” Frank cheered on, filming the scene.

    Abel moaned as Raj’s cock rammed down his throat while Topher fucked him. His head was swimming and he was desperate to be filled with cock. “Let me see his face.” He heard Daddy Frank say. He felt Raj pull his cock out of his mouth and Abel looked up at Frank standing over him holding his phone recording him getting used. Abel shifted his gaze and stared into Topher’s eyes, the stocky ginger’s face hidden behind the leather pup hood. Abel glanced around and saw some guys he didn’t know were watching and filming him too. The thought of these strange men watching him, filming him, while a masked pup fucked him – never knowing what Topher really looked like, that Abel could pass him on the street and never know that he’d been publicly fucked by him, turned Abel on more than he dreamed. “Fuck me Pup!” Abel yelled out, his caged boy cock leaking all over his young teenage body, “Breed me please! Fill me with your doggy cum!”

    Dr. Clark rammed Topher’s meaty ass furiously and yelled, “You want my load pup?”

    Topher howled and woofed.

    “Here it comes!” Dr. Clark said, breeding the pup’s ass, “Take it!”

    “I’m gonna cum!” Topher grunted out.

    “Breed his ass Pup!” Raj commanded Topher, “Make this slut your bitch!”

    “Cum in me! Please cum in my hole!” Abel begged the pup.

    “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Topher cried out as he shot his load into Abel.

    “Fuck yeah, there you go boy,” Daddy Frank cheered, “Take his load son!”

    Dr. Clark pulled out of Pup Topher’s ass, “Whew! I gotta go piss on my boy.” He slapped Topher’s ass and walked off towards Thomas.

    Raj walked around and grabbed Pup Topher by the neck and said, “Go get your ass in the sling pup. There’s a lot of guys that want to breed the birthday pup!” Pup Topher gave a woof and sauntered weakly off towards the sling.

    Raj lifted Abel’s legs, placing the boy’s ankles on his shoulders and said, “My turn boy.” He rammed his 7.5 inch cock into Abel’s hole, causing Abel to cry out. Raj looked down at the boy and laughed, “Fuck he’s still tight! How are you still so tight boy?”

    Frank knelt down and spoke into Abel’s ear, “How are you boy? Give Daddy a color.”

    “Green Daddy.” Abel moaned.

    “Good boy, Daddy is so proud of you son.” Frank put a bottle of poppers to Abel’s nose, “Breathe deep for Daddy.” Abel took two deep breaths from each nostril and Frank watched Abel’s eyes glaze over, “Good boy.”

    “You were right about this one Frank,” Raj purred slowly, thrusting in and out, his dark, strong, hairy body gleaming with sweat.

    Dazed and hornier than he’d ever been, Abel looked up at the sexy young middle eastern master fucking him with slow, forceful thrusts and begged “Please breed me Sir! I need more cum, please!”

    Raj chuckled, “Not tonight little cum slut. This load is for my birthday pup.”

    “No, please!” Abel moaned.

    “You’re just a warm up hole; just a taste to get me ready.” Raj sneered.

    “I’ll give you a load little brother.” Tristan said, approaching the lounge, stroking his rock hard cock. He put a hand on Raj’s shoulder and said “The rest of the party is having a hell of a time with your pup Raj… he’s begging to be fisted. You better get over there while there’s still something left worth fucking.”

    Raj pulled out of Abel, muttering “Over eager pup! I’ll whip him good for that!” Then stomped off towards the sling.

    Tristan shoved three fingers into Abel’s hole, “Damn little brother, they got you nice and juicy.”

    Abel tried to moan, but Frank covered his mouth with his strong calloused hands and said, “Load him up Tristan, then it’s my turn… I’m marking him tonight.”

    “Oh yeah?” Tristan said shoving his hard cock into Abel then locking eyes with the boy as he fucked him, “Daddy Frank’s going to piss in your hole little brother! Then you’ll really be his special boy.”

    Abel’s eyes strained to focus and he tried to moan “No” into Frank’s hand.

    “Yes boy,” Frank said.

    “Shit I’m close!” Tristan moaned, his cock throbbing in his little brother’s hole. “Take it!” He let his load explode into Abel.

    “Good job son,” Frank said.

    Tristan pulled his cock out of Abel and said, “Enjoy Daddy’s piss little brother.” Winked and walked away.

    Frank released his grip on Abel’s mouth and walked around to inspect the boy’s used hole. He grabbed Abel’s feet, exposing his hole, saw Tristan’s load slowly leaking out and he shoved it back in Abel with his fingers. Frank looked around to confirm everyone else was enjoying the show at the sling. “Just us now son. Are you ready for the final step in becoming my boy?” Frank thrust his 8 inch, 49 year old cock into the boy.

    “Oh fuck Daddy,” Abel moaned, feeling Frank invade him.

    “Every boy is different son,” Frank said, pumping in and out of the boy. “Tristan wanted to be a pup.” Frank picked up speed, “Then he wanted a pup of his own.”

    “Fuck me Daddy, breed my hole.” Abel moaned.

    “You need lots and lots of cum,” Frank spit on Abel, fucking him harder and faster. “Daddy will give you what you need son. Daddy will take care of you.”

    “Yes Daddy! Please!” Abel whined as Frank plowed into him.

    “But you have to take care of Daddy too, boy!” Frank commanded, his voice taking on a hard tone. “Daddy has to know your heart and soul belong to him!”

    “I belong to you Daddy! I’m your good boy!” Abel sobbed desperately.

    “If you stay my boy forever… or if you grow up like Tristan, you’ll always know…”

    “Please Daddy-“

    “You’ll always know I pissed in your fucking hole!” Frank yelled out as his balls pulled tight and he gushed load after load of cum into Abel.

    “Fuck Daddy! Yes I can feel you throbbing!” Abel cried with relief.

    “Ahhhh, fuuuck!” Frank finished, sweaty and spent. He caught his breath and softly kissed the top of Abel’s feet. “Do you want to be my good boy Abel?”

    “Yes Daddy,” Abel sighed “I want to be your good boy.”

    “Make me believe it son- make me believe your MY boy.” Frank’s eyes drilled into Abel’s.

    Abel stared back at Frank, the man’s gray streaked hair and beard soaked with sweat, his hard strong hairy body darkly tanned from working outside. “Please make me your good boy Daddy. I belong to you.”

    Frank felt the need to piss as he held his cock still in Abel’s hole. He looked at the 19 year old’s tone, thin smooth body, his boy cock trapped and leaking in its gold cage, the silver collar on his neck, his dark blonde curls damp on his beautiful face with sweat, his blue eyes part fear, part need. He commanded “Then beg for it son- beg for Daddy’s piss so he knows how much you want to belong to him.”

    “Please piss in my hole Daddy! Please fill me up and make me your boy!” Abel begged.

    Frank exhaled deeply and unleashed a stream of piss into Abel’s hole, “Good boy.”

    Abel felt the odd sensation of so much rushing into him, feeling fuller than he’d ever felt, “Oh Daddy! Yes! Fill me up Daddy! Make me yours!”

    “Fuck yeah boy!” Frank growled, filling Abel with his piss, “You’re mine now boy! You belong to me!” Frank resumed fucking Abel, savoring the wet hole of the young man he’d fully claimed as his own.

  • Orlando Daddis

    After I got back from my travel project and spent a lot of that time getting used by my neighbor daddy I went a while without any dick. Rick had sadly moved away and I was pretty busy with work leaving me without much free time besides weekends that were spent drinking with my friends and fucking girls, typical 26 year old in NYC. But I had a conference for work coming up in Orlando and thought maybe I’ll find some there and booked a very early Sunday flight to give me more time Sunday to find some daddy dick as I’d be pretty busy the other days I’m there. I got to my hotel and luckily had an early check in so I headed to my room showered and cleaned up so I was ready if I found a daddy. 

    I got out to the shower and hopped onto my bed on the apps hoping to find something but sadly no luck, well not at least what I was looking for. Was getting many messages but no one even close to my type of standards which was killing me. I know when I’m back home it’s not hard at all if I want to find some dick but Im usually busy and honestly dont think about it a ton. But when I have the time and freedom I really crave it and need it which was exactly what I was happening. Rock hard in my bed thinking about getting fucked by daddy dick but couldnt find a single one. It was about 1pm at this point and still nothing so I figured fuck it, I dont know a single person in Orlando I’m going to try and find a gay bar, something I’ve never done before. 

    Now I wasn’t expecting a bar to be filled with people at 1pm but it was football season and there happened to be a gay sports bar down the rode from my hotel which was perfect. Got to watch some games, have some drinks and hopefully find some dick. I get into the bar and look around to get the lay of the land and see the options. There is a good amount of people in there hanging out, watching the games and I make my way to the corner of the bar which has a great view of the space and multiple TVs to see all the games. I definitely notice it’s a good mix of people and some older guys right up my alley but everyone is in a small group and I’m not going to just join in a random group like a creep so i stay by myself hoping someone comes up to me. At about half time the bar is filling up with more and more people when a man sits at the other end of the corner right around from me and orders a drink before giving me a quick smile. He’s probably late 50s, light beard, bald, maybe 5’10 and strong stocky build. Kind of a dad bod but clearly strong as he arms are very tight and thick. He introduces himself as Brian and I notice he ordered 2 beers when I see another man similar age, taller and leaner in a tight tshirt showing he is in great shape especially for his age sit down with him. They kiss quickly and Brian introduces his husband to me, Evan. 

    We get to chatting and turns out we are all Eagles fans so we are all invested in the same game. I tell them I’m in town for a conference and wanted to get out and watch the Birds game and luckily I’m staying close by. They tell me it’s their favorite bar and they actually live right around the corner, “Cant beat a place you can drink and walk home from” as we laugh and cheers. I got up to go to the bathroom and noticed they both starred at me as I walk past and could see in the reflection of a door they both turned around to watch me, luckily I wear very tight pants to show off my legs and ass. I get back and Evan asks, “So do you go to bars like this a lot back home?” I answer “Sports bars? Most Sundays I do for the games” as they laugh and I knew what they meant. “Funny one! I think you know what I meant” and I laugh again “Honestly no, there are a lot in the city and I’ve been to some with friends who are gay but I dont go often or much at all”. I thought they would start prying more but they kind of just moved on and back to watching the end of the game. The Eagles one and Evan said “It is really hot out, why dont we celebrate this win with a dip in the pool! Bet you dont get many chances for that in NYC”, he wansnt wrong and honestly it sounded so nice to add the thought of seeing both of these daddies in less clothing so I said yes. 

    We walked the 5 minutes to there place and went through the house to the backyard which was beautiful, had very tall fences and a really nice pool and not being use to that Florida heat after just five minutes outside I was ready to dive in. It hit me then that I did not have a bathing suit, obviously why would I have one going to a bar. It was at that moment that Brian said “Shoot, our new friend doesn’t have a suit” and feeling kind of embarrassed I say “I can just go in my briefs, wouldn’t be the first time”. Evan then chimes in “Don’t be silly, you dont want to walk home in wet underwear. We have lots of privacy, why not just go commando? As long as you are comfortable with that? It’s usually how we swim here”. At this point I’m almost embarrassed to say no and also I’m dying to see this men naked so I agree “Fine by me! Been a while since I swam naked”. Still a little shy I slowly take my shirt off and as I look Evan is already completely naked, he was very fit with lean muscles, nice abs and a beautiful cock too. I start to drop my pants and see Brian now naked, much thicker than Evan but a strong beefy build, big pecs, a little belly but far from fat and a fat cock on him. I finally strip completely naked and doing my best to make sure I dont go rock hard at least just yet!

    We make our way into the pool and that cool water felt amazing as I dove under and popped up to see Brian and Evan sitting up against the ladder with an arm around each other as they smile looking at me, “Enjoying the swim?”. I brush my hair back “It feels so good! I do miss a pool to swim in” and they have their eyes locked in on me, I know exactly what’s happening and I couldn’t be happier. I start float towards them when I see Brian starting rub his cock under the water and he’s not hiding it at all as I float right next to them in the corner of the pool and put my arms on the edge. Evan breaks away and swims up to my left as Brian moves closer to my right. At this point I’ve become rock hard as these daddies flank me while both have now started to rub their cocks when Brian says “Well looks like our new friend is a little excited” as they both start rubbing my chest and abs and Evan then moves his hands over down my abs and too my cock and gives it a nice squeeze “I’d say more than a little excited, isn’t that right boy?” I let out a moan and say “yes daddy”. Brian moves his hand to my ass and gives it a squeeze “Mmmm, feels even better than it looked. I cant wait to open this boy up” as I move my right hand and grab onto Brians cock whcih was swelled up and is so fat, I slowly start stroking him underwater. 

    We move to the shallow end as Evan sits up on the edge of the pool with his hard cock sticking straight up and I lick it up and down before putting it in my mouth sucking his beautiful cock. Behind me Brian is rubbing my ass and slowly pushing a finger in it “I have a feeling this boy was looking for daddy dick. Is that right boy?” I break from sucking Evan, “yes daddy, I didnt expect to find two daddies though”. They both chuckle, “Lucky for you boy, we are going to give you plenty of daddy dick” as Brian has moved next to Evan and I go back and forth sucking both of them, moaning while I do it. They are making out as I continue to worship their cocks sucking and stroking each when Evan breaks, lets take this inside before we get too loud for the neighbors. I get out of the pool as we make out way inside both of them with their hands on my ass and hand me to towel to dry off quickly. 

    We make our way to the bedroom where Brian jumps onto the bed sitting up against the pillows as I get to my place between his legs sucking his fat cock and Evan makes his way behind me and starts to slowly lick and eat my hole. Brian is playing with his nipples as I suck his fat cock “How’s that boy test? Got a mouth like a vacuum” Evan breaks “Fucking delicious, going to feel so good to fill up”. Evan goes back to eat my hole and fingering me when Brian puts his hands on my face and says “You want daddy to fuck your hole boy? want us to fill you up with daddy cum?” I pull off still stroking him “Yes daddy! Please fuck my hole and breed me”. He pushes me back down and says “You heard the boy Evan, he asked nicely” and then Evan slowly pushed his cock into me causing me to moan and whimper as I kept sucking “That’s a good boy, keep sucking daddy’s cock”. Evan slowly goes in and out as he lets out a long moan “Fuck yes, oh this hole is amazing, you are going to love it”. 

    Evan has picked up the pace and gripped my hips so tight as he slammed into me over and over while I sucked and slobbered all over Brian’s cock, both of them moaning none stop. After minutes of all of us moaning while these daddies use both my holes Brian speaks “Fuck I need some of that ass” as Evan pulls out and I break from Brians cock, Brian pulls my to the end of the bed onto my back with his legs over his shoulder and Evan lubes up his cock. He presses it in and fuck is he thick, i let out a loud “OH FUCK” over and over “Oh yeah, that’s some good boy hole, fuck he feels good. You like daddy fucking you with his big cock boy?” In between my moans I barely get out “Fuck… Yes… I… Love…. you…. fuuuuucking…. me” and he really picked up the pace slamming into me as Evan cheered him on rubbing his nipples “oh fuck yeah, fuck that boy, look how happy he is getting fucked by daddies” and they made out while I moaned like a slut. My cock flinging precum all over as Brian slammed into me over and over my eyes rolling back. 

    Evan stroking his cock the entire time “I need to breed this boy, let me get that hole again” as Brian pulls out leaving me gapping and even slides right in, grips my thighs as he pulls me into him every thrust getting as deep as possible. He started to grunt as Brian rubbing his chest and stroking his own cock “fuck yes baby, breed that boy, give him that big daddy load” I encouraged him as well “please breed me daddy please!”. He tensed up and grunted louder and deeper as his cock swelled and filled me with his load, shot after shot of cum filling me up. He slowly pulls out as Brian takes his place and goes right in and slamming me instantly using Evan’s cum as lube still so full and Brian slams as hard as he can over and over “OH fuck Im going to fill you up boy, here it comes!” as he fat cock swells even more and fills me up again, as he starts to cum Evan strokes me and makes me shoot my load all over myself. Brian panting standing over me still with his cock inside me as Evan comes over to me and licks my load off of my and starts to make out with Brian swapping my cum between them. I laid there filled with their cum breathing so heavy coming down from my orgasm filled with their cum as they laid next to me rubbing my chest and abs “Mmmm we got lucky finding you boy. Such a good boy” 

    I looked up at them as they sat over my rubbing my body “Thank you daddies, that was amazing” as they offered me a shower to clean up. I got up with them as we made our way to the bathroom and Evan turned the water on to a large standing shower which we all got into and started to wash up, they loved watching me push the rest of their cum out and both of them became hard again as I couldn’t help but stroke them which resulted in my on my knees sucking their cocks again, I couldnt get enough of them. They made out as I went back and forth sucking their cocks until they both shot another load down my throat. We dried off and got dressed as they thanked me for coming over and I thanked them for giving me a fun afternoon. Sadly I was completely swamped the rest of my time there but luckily had a Sunday to remember. 

  • My first gay kiss

    One of the first guys I hooked up with was majorly into pantyhose. We agreed to meet a little out of the way restaurant and I wore a pair of silky white panties, pantyhose and a silky white bra. Over this I wore a cute hoodie, a tight pair of jeans and some new tennis shoes – no socks.

    I get to the restaurant all nervous as hell and see him in a booth in the back. A couple of glasses of wine and he is shoving his pantyhose clad foot into my crotch and rubbing my hard cock. I, of course, returned the favor. He then asked me if I wanted to go outback of the restaurant to his car. I said yes and as we left the restaurant, I realized that I had a giant wet spot on my jeans!

    We get into his car and he asks me to show him my pantyhose. I pull my jeans down to my knees and he did the same. Slowly we started rubbing each other’s hard cocks through our pantyhose and then he leaned over and kissed me deeply. It was my first gay kiss and it felt like electricity!! ❤️ We then took turns licking and sucking each other’s cocks through our pantyhose.

    Both of use were soaked with precum and I eagerly lick up his as I slide his pantyhose down so the tip of his juicy cock was peeking out. We were wildly making out, sucking each other’s tongues and lips and nibbling on each other’s ears and necks while rubbing each other hard cocks through our pantyhose.

    He started to tense up and his thighs started to shake as he shot his load into his pantyhose while I was rubbing his gorgeous cock. He started tugging on my nipples through my silky bra and I, to, shot a hug load of cum into my panties as well. We sat there, our arms around each other as we caught our breath.

    Both of us were rubbing each other’s load of cum through the silky fabric and I was licking my fingers with his creamy cum on them. We looked at each other and he said, “Let’s clean up a bit and the drive to my place.” I was on cloud nine now, my first gay kiss, my first jerking off with another guy who was wearing pantyhose just like me!

    I did the best I could trying to clean up a bit ad when I pulled my jeans back on, there was the wet spot, soon to get even wetter!! I eagerly got to my car, praying that I wouldn’t get pulled over with a giant wet spot on my pants, wearing panties, pantyhose and a bra would de hard to explain to a police officer! 🤦‍♀️

    I put my car in gear and started following my lover to his place for who knows what sexual pleasure awaits two tranny crossdressers… ❤️

  • Mr. Meyer Makes a Man Out of Me

    Author’s note: welcome to the story that almost broke me as a writer! For the curious, this is the final, revised version of a story I had posted here before in three parts. And seriously—this about broke me. I wrestled with it for weeks before posting it. And kept on wrestling with it later. I changed the point-of-view perspective. Changed the structure. Wildly changed the length. Ages. And still it wasn’t working. It was fighting with itself… was this was a coming-of-age story (very little sex) or a straight up sex fantasy (all sex)? I wanted to avoid any sense of feeling predatory or… forgive the word, dirty. And my struggles made me walk away from writing altogether in frustration. But with time, I’ve come back and re-edited it into its now final form, and I think I feel a lot better about this story. And what it means to have a role model, a mentor on your side. So… enjoy. Hopefully this frees me up for new works shortly!  ~AG


    My nightmare–hell, the worst nightmare of pretty much any teenage boy–was coming true.

    Gym class hell.

    God help me.

    Growing up as kid back in the 80s, I was… well… skinny. Gangly. Skangly, I guess. All elbows and knees with toothpick-limbs holding them together. I was hardly friendless, but I was naturally quiet, even on the shy side. Especially with strangers. Which was made worse by the fact that I raised by a single mom who tried to manage every detail of my life with all the obsession of a chihuahua on Adderall.

    In other words, I was a neurotic wimp.

    Worse, I was on the cusp of manhood. An 18-year-old senior set to graduate at the end of the year. Theoretically, I was ready to grab life by the horns and make my mark on the world. Yet I was completely unready to defend myself if anyone messed with me.

    Yeah… some “manhood.”

    Given all this, I was terrified about being bullied into oblivion by any of the other guys who had their lives together, especially the jocks in gym class. I know bullying is obviously a problem today, but back then the bullying was done with brutal, no-holds-barred, Leviticus-levels of torment.

    My usual defense was to hide as much as I could. Vanish into the carpeting. Oh, I know I was earning no points for bravery, but my long-range hope was the big, massive jocks who went around terrorizing people would overlook me and vent their fury on someone else.

    But today was the kind of day that made that strategy utterly impossible.

    At the start of the new school year, our gym teachers did a few days of testing to set a benchmark for performance over the course of the year. Essentially, every single student would need to submit to public evaluation on how well they could complete a range of physical tasks: how many sit-ups you could do, how many pushups, how fast you could run an obstacle course, and so on.

    I had been active as a kid growing up; but in my gangly state, there was no way I could possibly run with the jocks.

    Worst of all, everyone had to demonstrate these skills in front of everyone. There was no way to hide, no way to avoid showing your frailties in front of Every. One. Else. In. Fifth. Period. Gym.

    Everyone would see how much of a physical failure I was.

    My one strategy for survival was that by hanging back at each apparatus to the end, I could usually count on the fact that everyone who had gone before me was completely bored with the process, and I could squeak by without anyone really caring. It was a risky strategy, born of desperation, but it was all I had.

    Well, it was my turn up the bar to do chin-ups. And I was terrified. This was the worst of the worst for me; I was generally fast and had decent core strength, but my puny little arms were an unending source of embarrassment. Ugh.

    Worst of all, the monitor was… Mr. Meyer. Crap. Gym teachers sometimes have the reputation of being washed out has-beens with a beer gut, who delighted in making kids do all kinds of physical activity that would leave themselves winded.

    Mr. Meyer wasn’t like that at all. He was the jockiest jock that jocks prayed to so they could receive the blessings of divine jockdom. He was a machine.

    I didn’t really know much about him, which made him all the more intimidating. He had an amazing body, as if the major leagues were about to call him up to pitch in the starting rotation in the World Series. Worse, he was… like, handsome. The kind of guy who could easily star as the new James Bond movie. If someone ever printed a poster of Mr. Meyer shirtless, I’m sure half the jocks would have ripped down Farrah Fawcett and put him up in her place.

    His age? I mean, from a highschooler’s perspective, he was an “adult,” and that could be anything from 20 to 50. I think he was like an Assistant Athletic Director, so he didn’t teach as much as some of the other colleagues. But I did see him around in the gym teachers’ locker room. I know that he taught a few gym classes, and was an Assistant Coach for… something. And that every female in the school drooled over him, and drew obscene doodles about him in notes they passed around with each other. Teachers and students alike.

    His bare existence made me feel like the clumsiest, scrawniest, most hopeless idiot in the universe. Unworthy in every way.

    So, of course he was going to be the official chronicler of my miserable performance on my weakest skill.

    I had no choice. Dead last, there was nowhere to hide. I slithered up to the apparatus, desperate no not make any sudden move that might draw someone’s eye. I jumped up, grabbing it….

    …and promptly humiliated myself. Even by my own timorous standards.

    Part of the problem is that to build momentum, I kicked my legs wildly to the side. Right where Mr. Meyer was standing. Getting him good in the gut. He instinctively doubled over, and looked up at me. I met his eyes. His eyes.

    His eyes.

    Something… some feeling… rushed through me, and my body… quit. I could feel myself losing my grip, and like a slow-mo assassination scene, I let go… and crumpled to the floor.

    Oh God. Oh God. OhGodohGodohGodohGod. My life was over. I had humiliated myself in the worst possible way, in front of the worst possible audience.

    Panic. Oh God. Did anyone see? See that I didn’t even do one stupid chin-up before dropping off the bar? OhGodohGodohGod. I turned to flee. Flee for my life. With whatever was left of my tattered dignity and the wreckage of my miserable existence.

    But it got worse. I heard his voice. A warm, ringing baritone. Him. He was talking to me.

    “Son, hold on a second. Could you come here?”

    OhGodohGodohGod.

    More dead than alive, my head bowed to hide my burning shame, I shuffled back to him. My panicked gaze dancing every which way, seeing if anyone was watching. So far, so good… I think everyone left in the area was caught up in the rapt conversations of teenagers. Oblivious.

    I stood before him. Afraid to acknowledge his–or my–existence.

    “Son, that didn’t really go too well, did it?”

    I shook my head.

    “Can you… do… any chin-ups?”

    God. Why was he doing this? Why was he cornering me? Forcing me to publicly admit to my failure? Why couldn’t he leave me alone?

    “Son?”

    I numbly shrugged. Anything to end this mortifying spectacle.

    “That’s a problem, isn’t it? Don’t you want to grow up strong?”

    “…I…”

    “The other boys are doing good, don’t you want to be like your friends?”

    “…I…” What the…? Friends? Somewhere underneath my humiliation, I was starting to get mad. So now I wasn’t good enough to have friends, or something?!?

    “Don’t you want to be able to… live your life like a real man? To… move furniture, do your job?”

    What was he saying?? God, stop already. I get it. I’m worthless. Go to hell… leave me alone…

    “Don’t you think….”

    “SHUT UP.”

    I snapped. I was hissing violently. All the rage, humiliation, and frustration of my whole stupid life boiling up and roaring past all my defenses. Somehow, I was speaking up, for what may have been the first time in my entire life.

    Mr. Meyer looked blankly at me, and blinked twice.

    “Don’t you think I know how pathetic I am??” I hissed. “Don’t you think I know I’m a loser? Don’t you think I live every moment terrified that… oh, the football team, the wrestling team… hell, the debate team isn’t going make my life a living hell, every single day? ESPECIALLY in the locker room, where I live every day of my life in terror that I’m gonna be thrown into my locker? Or that they’ll drag me into one of the bathroom stalls and give me a swirly?”

    Mr. Mayer seemed to recover from his shock and catch his footing. “Easy, there, son. Calm down. If you’re worried about the other boys, why not do something to build strength? Why not try out for a team? That’s a great way to get into shape and to….”

    “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?” I didn’t know I could whisper so loud. “Don’t you think I want to be in shape??!? But the first time I go out for a team, any team, every idiot on the sidelines is going to see just how pathetic I am. I’ll be the biggest laughingstock of all! Laughed off the line, and then thrown into a locker or given a swirly. And after I’m gone, at every practice ’til the end of time, they’ll gather and tell the story about that one time That Pathetic Loser tried out and made a fool out of himself. Look! I don’t know what I’m doing! I don’t know what to do! I can’t get started until I’m in shape, and I can’t get in shape until I get started. What do you all want with me!!?!”

    At this point I was nearly in tears. Years of frustration and self-loathing boiling up, unstoppable. I just wanted to run. Run and never stop.

    I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. A big, meaty hand… surprisingly strong. Surprisingly gentle. I looked up, but Mr. Meyer had leaned down, to better look me in the eye. “Can your dad work with you? I’m sure he’d love to throw a ball, teach you a few things….”

    “He’s gone.” I was biting off each word. “Divorced my mom when I was six, moved out east. My brother is older, out of the house, in college. And he’s always hated me for ruining the good thing he had going as being the only child. It’s just me and my mom who’s terrified that I’m gonna grow up to be like my dad.”

    “Oof,” he gently exhaled. Mr. Meyer looked down, not saying a word for a minute. Well, what for me felt like a 100-year-long minute. His big hand still holding my shoulder. Strongly… with a kind of effortless strength. He looked back up at me. “What’s your name, son?”

    “Troy.”

    “Well Troy? It looks like you’re marching off to manhood without anyone to show you the ropes. No one should have to do that alone.” There was a long pause. A very long pause. “Maybe I can help.”

    I looked at him. Curiously. “What do you mean?”

    “Well, for starters… I could help you get into shape. You said you’re terrified someone bigger’s gonna come around and mess with you. I could show you how to bulk up, build some muscle, get yourself in fighting shape. And, show how to take care of yourself. Would you like that? Like being able to stand tall, and be your best self?”

    I… I was speechless. No other man in my life had ever talked to me like this. Men didn’t know I existed… or if they did, looked down on me for being pathetic. Was… was he serious? Without even realizing it, I nodded. Looking down. But feeling… hopeful. Well, maybe not hopeful, but less terrified.

    “There we go!” he enthused cheerfully. “And see, that’s just the start! When you feel strong, you’ll be strong. Strong enough to look a man in the eye when he’s talking to you,” he said with a grin.

    I blushed, and looked up at him. His smile lit a fire under mine.

    “Alright! That’s the spirit!” he rustled my hair.

    My residual distrust still bubbled up. “But why would you do this, for… well, me?”

    Mr. Meyer gave me a glowing grin, which… somehow lit up some deep, cobweb-filled corners of my mind I didn’t even know were there. It was a strange feeling, inside of me. “Troy, growing up is hard enough on its own. It’s easier with someone older and wiser who can help you ride the rapids. I’m a coach. That’s what I do. I shape people to be their best selves. You’ve been dealt a rough hand, but you’re stronger than you think. That little bit of self-righteous temper proves it!”

    I blushed again, thinking about how I had word-vomited all over him.

    “Most of my coaching duties aren’t until spring, so the timing is good. Troy, I’ll make a deal with you: Give me six months. Let’s call it February 1. I guarantee you’ll see progress and start to feel like a new man. We’ll make a plan and stick to it. Work after school, and maybe weekends. If you like it, we’ll keep going. You think you can do that?”

    “I… I guess so.”

    “C’mon, Troy… is that all you got?”

    “Yes. YES. I can do that!”

    “Atta boy!” he gripped my shoulder again.

    “I just gotta ask my mom first.”

    Mr. Meyer stood and fixed a look. “Troy, first lesson is that a man doesn’t ask his mom’s permission. He confirms his plans with her!” he said with a wink.

    I broke out into a huge grin. “I’m going home to confirm with my mom!”

    “Getting there! You’re totally getting there!” His laughter was… rich, baritone. Like honey-stained oak. “Troy, I want to change your thinking. You need to be bold. And the best way to do that is to start acting bold, even if you’re not feeling it. Then, in time, it will be second nature. I want you to always think, ‘What would a hero do?’ Lift yourself up. Can you do that for me?”

    “Yes I can!” I blurted out.

    And… God help me… I think I actually believed it.

    Mr. Meyer beamed down on me. There was this… enthusiasm in his voice. A masculine enthusiasm. Like we were gonna climb Mt. Everest or swim the English Channel. Together. He… actually made me believe I could do it. That I could make myself into one of those action heroes I was always watching on TV.

    What would a hero do. A hero. I don’t know that I ever had many real-live heroes in my life, but at that moment… Mr. Meyer was one of them.

    We agreed to meet for our first lesson on Wednesday. I had spent the entire previous night thinking and rethinking what I could wear. His words, “What would a hero do?” still ringing in my ears. I didn’t have proper gym gear–we were way too poor for that–but I pulled out my favorite outfit, figuring a hero needed to like what he wore.

    That first encounter… changed everything. And made everything that followed possible.

    I got to the locker room at the appointed time. Mr. Meyer, aware of my insecurities, had suggested that I show up well after the final bell to be sure that everyone was out. So I was waiting alone, in the deserted locker room.

    And then, in he came.

    He must have had teaching or some administrative time, because he came in wearing “civilian gear.”

    “Troy!” He boomed out in hearty greeting. “Right on time, and ready to go. Good man! Gimme just a couple of minutes to change gear and we’ll be ready. The Mrs. will get mad if I wreck my good clothes!”

    “Ok, sure!” I started somewhat at his comments; kids rarely give one second of thought about their teachers’ home lives. “Are you married?”

    “Yep, and even have a baby girl. Well, not exactly a baby anymore… she’s growing up too fast. C’mon back while I get ready!”

    Mr. Meyer led me into the gym teachers’ locker room. I had never been inside, just seen it through the windows that looked into the main room. The main part of it was essentially an office with a series of built-in desks. Further back, there was a locker room for the teachers and coaches, with a bathroom and showers. It was all pretty simple and straightforward, but for me it was like walking into a cathedral. A Cathedral of Manhood. It was amazing. Sounds, sights, and even smells overwhelming me. My only frame of reference for gym life was the boys’ locker room. But this was different. A place radiating masculinity. Camaraderie.

    Maybe it sounds stupid, but having him bring me back into this forbidden space made me feel extra special, like I was a new initiate being ushed into the Holy of Holies. Into the Citadel of Manhood.

    I was so overwhelmed taking everything in, I had momentarily lost track of Mr. Meyer. He continued to talk about this or that, I wasn’t really paying attention. And then I turned back to him.

    Oh.

    Oh God.

    He was naked.

    Naked.

    And… he… was…

    …Jesus….

    Of course, I had seen the male body before. Through gym class, I had had to shower around a lot of guys. But they were always my age. Mr. Meyer was… a MAN. He had this… build… to him. Real muscles. He wasn’t a weightlifter or anything, but even so he had this powerful athletic frame. Powerful beyond any of the jocks in school. Radiating strength. Commanding respect.

    But it was more than that. I was… shocked… to realize he had… hair. All this body hair. Far more than the guys I showered with. I had been proud when my pubes came in, and when I started growing snaffles of fur around my nipples. But Mr. Meyer had full-on body hair. A wash of dark, curly hair across his cast-iron pecs, which ran down his center to open up again below his belly button. It thickened again into this… freaking… forest… around his dick.

    Dick.

    Oh… God… his…

    …dick…

    It was a freaking MAN-DICK to go with the rest of him. I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of in that department relative to the other guys. But there was a vast difference between a good-sized teenage dick, and a good-sized man dick. Jesus. It was this huge slab of meat perched over a pair of hairy baseballs. Oh… Holy… Crap….

    Once he had fully stepped out of his pants and underwear, he reached down to his balls and casually shook them off, giving them a stretch and chance to breathe after having been confined all day.

    All conscious thought had left my body. There was only this… Thundering Roar of a Man standing before me, in all his manly glory. So casual, unthinking about his powerfully masculine body. Unlike anyone I had ever seen before.

    As I stood there in overwhelmed awe, he continued to chatter about… well, I have no idea. But he kept jabbering. Oblivious to my stupefied state. At one point he casually reached into his gym bag, pulled out a jock, raised it to his nose and gave it a passing sniff. Satisfied, he bent down and stepped into it, positioning himself in the cotton fabric.

    At this point, he finally glanced over at me.

    I was still struck mute.

    “Uh, you okay, Troy?”

    Oh God. What was…? How was…? Oh God. Oh… GOD.

    I was too terrified to move, let alone speak. What happened? And even worse, what did he think of me?

    Mr. Meyer looked at me, his gaze slightly softening. I didn’t know if that was good or bad, or made me feel better or worse. “Troy? Ah… I get it.”

    “Uh… you… do…?”

    “The hair. Look, I get it all the time. I’m guessing you’ve never seen an ape-man before. Right?”

    I blushed furiously. “None of the guys look… like… you….”

    “Yeah, I get stares from little kids at the beach all the time,” he joked. Mr. Meyer shifted his weight to one leg. Looking for all the world like a Greek statue. Only hairier. And a lot more masculine.

    I couldn’t laugh with him. A mix of terror, embarrassment, and too many other things hitting me all at once.

    Something…changed… in his gaze. Softening it, I think… but I couldn’t really read him. There was a pause while he studied me. Finally, he went on. “Troy, from what you’ve said, I’m sure it’s been hard growing up, without men in your life to show you the ropes. So let me give you a few pointers. Lesson One: every man checks out every man. Every chance they get. It’s in our nature. Men in the natural world are competitive, hierarchical, territorial. And yes, we are particularly competitive about our dicks. That’s the way it is. There is no shame in sneaking a peek. Don’t worry about it. But Troy? You gotta be more careful. Guys don’t like being checked out, regardless of how natural it is. Got it?”

    I swallowed, and nodded.

    “Good man!” He playfully tousled my hair. “Alright, let’s get to it. Sooner than you realize, you’re gonna bulk up and be able to give all the other guys something to think about!”

    And so it began. The long climb towards building up my body.

    I have to say, it was… amazing. I essentially had my own personal trainer to help build me up. Over the next few weeks, we worked on a program to build muscle, yes, but to also build overall strength and stamina. You could tell he was a coach; Mr. Meyer was really good–surprisingly good–at being able to push me along. I guess I expected this guy, who looked like the alpha-most of alpha guys, would be screaming at me like I was in boot camp for the Marines. Dumping on me, tearing me down. But he didn’t. He was patient, yet persistent. Instinctively knowing when to prod and when to pull back. Never afraid to give it to me straight.

    Plus, he was surprisingly physical. My midwestern upbringing meant that people–especially men–just didn’t touch each other. Ever. But here he was, hands all over me as he moved me into position, changed my stance, or braced me when I needed it. Clapping my back when I nailed a routine. Touching me. Freely.

    But it wasn’t just about becoming strong. He took seriously his role of mentoring me into the world of men. Showing me, along the way, all kinds of things that my overprotective, vaguely neurotic mom never wanted me to know. Showing me how to spit. Getting me to feel comfortable adjusting myself when necessary. Teaching me how to snap back and bust another guy’s chops. And also, how to embrace life, with a jock-like confidence. His philosophy was “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take,” and that ethos slowly worked its way into my thinking. No longer being afraid to go for it.

    And that was the true transformation going on. He was leading me to being tough, physically and emotionally. To feel comfortable in the new body I was creating.

    And slowly, over time, things started to change. I started filling out more. Even I could start to see the contours of my muscles slowly spring to life. Looking less like a boy, and more like a man.

    Mr. Meyer’s body remained my ultimate goal. When I stared in the mirror, his was the body I wanted for myself. Just the… shape of it. The mass of it. The obvious power of his muscles. And a dusting of manly hair of my own.

    Curiously, that chance encounter of seeing him naked on our first day together remained seared into my mind. And… that wasn’t the only time I saw him like that. He was remarkably casual about getting undressed. Sometimes, he and another coach would be casually bantering back in forth in the office, and one or the other of them would be stark naked. Hidden off to the side so they couldn’t see me, I silently gawked at them. I couldn’t get over it. It was so… foreign to me, especially since my mom usually acted like a guy with his shirt off was obscene. I was… amazed? thrilled? that he was so free with his body. Envious of his confidence.

    The raw power of his body was reinforced a few weeks later. Later in the fall, we got a late blast of summer weather. As the heat got to us, we stripped off our T-shits, and it was all I could do not to oogle him as he pushed me through my drills. Watching his muscles, now sheened with sweat, in action. The sight… got to me. Stayed with me. Tripped along the edges of my mind… my memory.

    Something else happened that day. After I finished my drills, he sent me running to grab our discarded shirts. As I was running back, I… I don’t know what I was thinking, but I… well, I brought his to my nose and… smelled it.

    I… it was like… I mean… it just….

    Wow.

    His scent… filled me. I mean, I was aware that he had a… well, a day-in, day-out scent to him. But this was different. A sharper scent. A scent of sweat, and action, and… man…. It was amazing. Throwing me off. Hitting me in ways I… didn’t… understand.

    It stayed with me.

    I think it was around then that… strange thoughts started to come into my mind. I mean, as a red-blooded American teenage boy, I thought plenty about sex. I had started the usual… dance… of trying to get the attention of cute girls in my class. Along with my few buddies from the neighborhood, I had of course snuck peeks at girlie magazines whenever we could get away with it. And, naturally, that Holy Grail of teenage life–sneaking views of dirty videos that my buddies’ dads had thought they had hidden away.

    It also should go without saying that I had a very healthy acquaintance with jerking off–and had even snuck a bottle of lotion under my bed so I could enjoy myself at leisure. I trained myself to be deathly quiet to avoid arousing the wrath of my mom.

    So yes, I was acquainted with sex, at least from the perspective of a repressed, 18-year-old virgin.

    But as the weeks drifted by, my thoughts on the subject became… disjointed. Less clear. My daydreams were less about abstract, big-titty women I had seen, but of… I dunno… physical pleasure of a… different sort. One that I couldn’t even put my finger on, and that never quite came into focus.

    Besides, it didn’t seem as important. What I was really into was hanging out with Mr. Meyer. Those sessions became the bread and butter of my life. Making me feel confident. Making me feel alive. And somehow, Mr. Meyer became one of, if not the most important person in my life. His opinions started mattering more to me than my buds. I mean, they were just a bunch of kids, while Mr. Meyer was a freaking God.

    It wasn’t just the drills, I loved just… doing things with him. Making him proud of me. Making him… pay attention to me. Thinking how good it felt to have his hands on me as he shifted my position, or set my legs or….

    It was… strange….

    Things became really strange one day when he was working on some drills to build flexibility. He was pushing, I was pushing, and… something happened as our balance got out of whack, and he ended up hands-on, flat-out pushing my butt to stabilize me.

    It was only an awkward, passing second, and we reset to get it right.

    But that…

    …it felt…

    …man…

    Wow.

    There was something about that moment that hit my body in a way I didn’t understand. I could feel a… burning… on my cheeks. A… tingling… in my gut. And almost like an… after glow… of his hands. I realized my pulse was up. And not from the workout.

    Oh crap. I was bewildered. Confused. And I pulled back. It was weird. I looked at Mr. Meyer. Oh God. What did he think? What was I even doing? God, I was such a spaz!

    But his look was… curious. Maybe the most curious thing about the whole situation.

    I went home. There was plenty of time before my mom got back from work, so I usually enjoyed a bit of uninterrupted “me time.” I slid into my bedroom. I was all set to rub one out. Maybe with a contraband dirty magazine that I had stashed under my bed.

    Yeah. That’s what I needed. Clearing my mind by shooting a big load.

    I grabbed some lube and slid it around my rapidly-swelling dick. Hoping the rush would burn through the confusion and set me to right. My slick hand worked my meat. Feeling good. It only took a second for my dick to rear up, ready for battle. I was long; seven inches or so when I measured last. Curved slightly back towards my belly, with a good-shaped mushroom head. A good dick for jacking off, giving me lots of surface to work.

    I got down to business. I loved the tight feeling as I twisted my hand slooowly around myself. Loving the torque. Loving the pressure. Rubbing my thumb around the tip, teasing my piss slit. Oooooh yeaaaaaah. With my left I started working my nipples. That always got me going. Pulling. Tweaking. I had just a brush of hair around them–they were not nearly hairy as Mr. Meyer’s. His were big and fat too, filling out those might pecs of his….

    Aw crap, why was I thinking about… him? Like, a guy? No! I was trying to get myself off! I pulled out my well-used magazine, and opened it to my favorite page. A page of her fingering her twat. God, I wish my hand was there. Without thought, my left hand slid down to my balls, kneading them roughly as I pulled my dick. Loving the feeling of my bush as tickled my fingers. Pushing up on that magic spot behind my balls. Yeeeaahhh. Feeling gooood as my lotion-slicked fingers started working my dick. Harder.

    I was enjoying myself immensely, and enjoying the clarity that came from pleasuring myself, all other thoughts gone.

    I closed my eyes. Somewhere, unbidden, disjointed visions danced around my mind, in time with my right hand’s motion. Hands. Yeah, they were hands. Hands on me. Hands rubbing me. Rubbing me like I rubbed my dick. Hands. Nice. Smooth. No, not smooth… rough hands. Hands with a dusting of hair. Under my balls. Hands. Hands reaching…

    …reaching around my butt…

    Hands.

    Big, rough, hairy hands.

    Hands like his.

    Mr. Meyer’s hands.

    Mr. Meyer’s hands on my butt.

    Hands. Butt.

    Oh God.

    OH GOD. I realized my left hand was working my butt. God, that was so… wrong. My ass was… you know, like… dirty. You couldn’t–shouldn’t!–play with it. That was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. No matter how good it felt. Working. Hands. No, that was wrong! Hands. Rough hands. Forbidden. But setting off something….

    Oh God. Oh God.

    OH GOD.

    All I could see was Mr. Meyer working my butt. His rough, meaty hands behind me. OH GOD. My right hand furiously pounding my dick. His hands. My middle finger of my left hand lightly brushing into my crack. OH GOD. Furiously pounding my dick. OH GOD. My Meyer’s hand. Feeling me. Feeling me. Me raising my hips for him. His…

    His dick.

    I looked at my dick. Harder than I had ever been in my life. My cockhead slick not just from lotion, but… from… seeping… precum. I saw it. Saw my dick.

    And then I saw Mr. Meyer’s.

    OH GOD.

    OH GOD. OH GOD OHGODGODGODGOD

    And just like that, every other thought I had ever had in my life went out the window. In my mind’s eye, I could see was Mr. Meyer’s huge, angry cock. Hairy as hell. Furious. Seeing him pull his pud as violently as I was pulling mine. Our cocks. Becoming one. Huge. Man cocks. HUGE.

    MNNNNGGHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

    Without realizing it, I shot off. Bigger than I had ever shot before. A screaming cannon-blast of spunk that blasted all over my face. OH GOD.

    Oh God.

    What was that? What was going on? Did this mean I was…. You know….

    […]

    […]

    …God, I couldn’t even bring myself to say the word.

    No! No way. Those people were… those people. I wasn’t… you know. I was just… I mean, this only meant that…

    Oh. God.

    Please.

    * * *

    In the days that followed, I was too freaked out to dare beat off again.

    Worse, our training sessions started to feel… strained. At least for me. I had finally started feeling confident in my own skin, but with this… new development, I was thoroughly spooked. And I’m sure Mr. Meyer could sense it; he wasn’t his bold, larger-than-life self, either. Which made me spiral even further… did I just royally screw up the best thing I had going on in my life?

    And that thought penetrated deeply. This was the best thing I had going on. I realized just how… ferociously I looked forward to time with Mr. Meyer. Drinking in his strength. Feasting on his masculinity. Eating up his….

    Eating…

    His…

    God help me. I had visions now of… my face… my mouth… against him. Against his… the taste of his…

    It was torture.

    The scenes came to me fast and furious, and suddenly I was throwing wood like all the time. Like when I had just hit puberty. What gives?!? I wasn’t a kid anymore. How could I….

    My resolve to hold back from beating off faded with the onslaught of testosterone constantly flooding my body. My jerking sessions becoming savage. The stupid cum-sock I kept under the bed to mop up after I shot my load was soon crusty and hard enough to crack concrete blocks.

    Weeks passed, and the cycle ground on relentlessly. And the times I spent with Mr. Meyer were making it worse and worse. Maybe it was my ongoing neurosis, but I was sure he was still being more aloof. He wasn’t as hands-on as he was before. But that just meant that every time he did touch me was like an electric jolt. I deliberately burned every casual brush with him into my mind as fuel for my masturbatory fantasies later.

    This one session together was particularly bad. He had patted my ass for nailing a routine perfectly. It was nothing–just the common, stupid, “homoeroticism-masking-as-straight-guy-rough-housing” kind of maneuver all jocks do. But it set me off. I could barely hide it. I was terrified that he might see. That he might somehow guess. So I made up some crap about having forgotten something big at home, ended our session early, and all but ran off without even going back to the locker room to change.

    After a minute, I pulled myself short.

    Real smart, Troy. Real smart. There was no way I was going to make it home in nothing but my workout gear, especially with the cold weather at this time of year. I swallowed hard and humiliatingly made my way back to the locker room. I quick changed as fast as I could, desperate both to get away and get back home to rub one out… but as I was leaving, I realized something.

    The door to the gym teachers’ office was ajar.

    Holy crap.

    I wasn’t surprised, as Mr. Meyer was the only one there and he probably thought I was nearly home by now. No need to be fastidious in making sure the door actually latched. So I cautiously slipped in.

    Not sure why. Not sure what I hoped to achieve.

    Again, the main part of the office was a shared administrative space, but behind there was a mini-locker room, just for the teachers/coaches. With showers. As I crept forward, I could hear water running.

    Mr. Meyer was showering.

    Oh God.

    My stomach was turning summersaults. My hands shaking. I think I was starting to hyperventilate.

    I crept in and cautiously looked around the corner. The shower was definitely going, and by the irregular splashes and sounds I could tell he was in there, washing himself off. There was a small row of lockers, with a bench in front of it. I could see his gym bag, and his clothes nonchalantly laid out. I slooowly peeked toward the showers. From that angle he was well hidden by a partition. Safe for the moment.

    But then the gym bag grabbed my attention.

    Something… on the gym bag.

    There. Right on top. The last thing he removed when he undressed.

    Mr. Meyer’s used jock.

    Oh God. OhGodOhGodOHGODOHGOD.

    No! This couldn’t be happening! This was too much! Too much!!! OH GOD.

    Without hesitation, I grabbed it. Touching it. Feeling it. And then, God help me…

    …I ground it into my face and inhaled as deeply as I possibly could.

    Ohhhh…

    Myyyyyyyyyy…

    GOOOOOOOOOOD!

    His musk exploded any rational thought I could have ever had. Far stronger than his sweaty shirt from last summer. Far more potent. It floored me. Every neuron in my brain started going off like a pinball machine.

    His scent was rich, sharp… aggressively masculine. Raw. I huffed it, again and again, making myself dizzy. All my dreams about manhood were there, alive in that earthy, dank, man-stink. I instinctively shoved my hand down the front of my pants to grab my throbbing dick. Every part of me feeling… alive. Feeling…

    CRAP!

    Breaking out of my mental frenzy, I realized the water had turned off. How long ago??!? OH GOD. There was NO TIME. I had to….

    And just like that, my world ended. Plummeting from the highest high of my life to the lowest low I could imagine…

    …Mr. Meyer came around the corner, drying himself off.

    And he saw me.

    I was too terrified to scream, let alone move.

    “Troy?” he asked, startled. “What are…? What…? What… are… you… doing?”

    I couldn’t answer. There was no possible answer for why I was standing there with his jock in my face and my hand in my shorts. That… pretty much spoke for itself.

    There was a sing-song cadence to his words. “You’re… in… my… stuff….” His voice had a timbre I had never heard. It drained away to nothing. The same way all my blood had drained from my face.

    He stood there. Naked. Water sluicing off him. I dreamed about this for so long. And now it all felt so… empty. Ruined.

    He was now looking down. I couldn’t read him. Not at all. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a murmur. “You… like that. Don’t you? Really like that.”

    “I… don’t… think….” Not my most eloquent moment.

    Then, he… surprised me. He… laughed. Not a big laugh, just a a low rumble. An ironic chuckle, as he slightly shook his head. He threw the towel around his shoulders and pressed on. “Unbelievable. Troy, tell me straight. You like that, don’t you?”

    My initial shock had well and truly given over to raw panic. “I don’t know… what you mean…?” My voice all but cracking.

    “Oh, I think you do,” he said. And to my fascinated horror, his voice started to sound sounding like a hungry lion on the prowl. “Here all this time I thought it was just me. That I was the sick perv. Afraid. But I think we’re in this together.” He approached me. I tried to back away but my muscles had entirely deserted me. I was hoping to God I wasn’t wetting myself.

    He took the jock from my helpless fingers, and raised it to his own nose. He inhaled. “Mmm. Man-scent. Yeah. Fuck yeah.”

    I about jumped. That word. Hearing him say that word. A word my mom would have strung me up for using.

    “That’s a good smell,” he said in a thick, heavy voice. “The smell of men, in all their sweaty glory. The smell of dick and balls. Raw. The smell of sex.”

    I swallowed hard. Desperately trying to make sense of him. To sense if I was in some sort of trap. What was going on??

    “Troy, let me tell you something. Every coach realizes a few men on his team have more than the usual attachment to them, as a coach. Sometimes it’s a daddy-son relationship, sometimes it’s a straight forward liking for authority figures. I see it all the time. In fact, this happens with such regularity, I realized it was a natural relationship common to all men on team sports. Entirely natural. So don’t be scared. You, son, are part of a wide-ranging, long-running fraternity.”

    “Uhhh, no…. I mean, I’m not…. I don’t feel….”

    “Don’t worry, Troy… I feel it, too. We’re alike.”

    “WHAA-?? No! I… I… I can’t! I don’t think of myself like that! I’m not….”

    “It doesn’t matter what thought of yourself. It doesn’t matter what you think at all. You know you feel it inside you.”

    At that moment, I was in full fight-or-flight mode. More terrified than I had ever been in my life. What did he mean??

    I found out soon enough. He reached down and gripped my crotch in his huge, meaty hand.

    I gasped.

    There was no way he didn’t feel how rock-hard I was. Even through my jeans.

    Wait… think about it, Troy. Oh God… I was… rock-hard. I was. Hard.

    Oh God! He knows! He was gonna kill me! He was gonna….

    Wait….

    His hand never left my crotch. He was… feeling… me.

    Feeling me.

    Our eyes locked.

    “You’ve been thinking about me this whole time, haven’t you. Day dreaming through the day, and sweating through the night. Thinking about things you shouldn’t be. Thinking about… men. With a hunger eating you alive. I’ve been there, Troy. I know the drill. Lots of guys do. So. Here we are. We’re both men… grown up men. We understand each other. We can be honest with each other. Will you be honest with yourself?”

    I looked at him. Saw… things… in his eyes. Things I’d been feeling. Things I’d been hiding.

    No, I wasn’t… I shouldn’t….

    What the hell should I do????

    He had fallen silent. Just watching me. Waiting.

    Screw it. I remembered Mr. Meyer’s life lesson. You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, right?

    So.

    I looked him dead in the eye. Man to man. I took a breath and breathed it out. I found my voice–a growl that to match his own. “You don’t know how many loads I’ve blasted thinking about you.”

    A sinner’s smile spread across his face. “I can imagine.” His voice was golden-smooth. Undeniable. He shifted his hand, and drove it down my shorts to grab me, skin-to-skin. “Yeah. I can tell.”

    I gasped. My knees all but buckled. If I hadn’t been backed up against the lockers, I would have certainly collapsed in a pile of hormone-laced goo.

    No one had ever grabbed my dick before. Never happened. Certainly not during any of those abortive attempts I had to get something going with the girls in my class. His hand started to roughly work me over. He had my Un. Divided. Attention. Looking into his eyes. Seeing… something. Something that not that long ago would have terrified me.

    “You’re hard, Troy. Nearly hard as I am.”

    He shifted, and I could see… him. His… him. Oh God. The biggest dick in the universe. Hard enough to drill through steel. Huge. Monumental. And standing at attention. God. Damn. It. The most roaring, powerful piece of masculinia that I could imagine. Thunderously raw. Curved. Surrounded by a mane of tangled hair, like a sequoia towering over the forest brush.

    My mouth went very, very dry.

    “So,” he growled. “What do you think of, specifically, when you’re jerking off and thinking about me…?”

    I barely had control over my voice. But Mr. Meyer had taught me how to speak up. “Everything. Your hands. Your smell. Your taste. You… taking me.” He leered at that. “But right now, all I can think about is your dick.”

    “Touch it.” When I didn’t react, he growled sharply, “Do it.”

    My hand was trembling so hard I could barely control it. But I reached out… reached out…

    …and for the first time in my life, I ran my fingers around another man’s cock.

    Oh God.

    Mr. Meyer shuddered for a second as I got my grip, and then let out a rumbling sound of approval.

    I was scarcely able to believe my good fortune. All my dreams. My sweaty nights. My jerkoff sessions that left me raw. My fingers embraced him. I was amazed at the feel of him–both harder, and softer than I thought. He was thicker than I was used to. God. It was so… raw… to jerk him. Slowly. Intently. Feeling his fingers on me, matching my motions. The glide of his skin sliding under my trembling hand. Our shared breaths, coming in sharp intakes. My whole body alive. My pulse racing. Feeling on top of the world. Feeling him. His male power.

    “You want to suck on it.” He wasn’t asking.

    I didn’t trust my voice to answer him, not with my pulse pounding in my throat.

    “Do it. C’mon Troy. You want it. I do, too.”

    Ah man. I leaned in. Terrified and exhilarated. His huge mushroom head flared in front of me.

    “Don’t think. Do it.”

    Oh GOD. I reached out with my tongue and touched him. Just the tip. Flicking his piss slit.

    He smirked. “You’re gonna need to go harder than that.”

    Yeah, Troy. Quit being a pussy. Be a man.

    I opened my mouth…

    …and took him in.

    Mr. Meyer hissed. “Careful son, watch the teeth.”

    Oh God. I was humiliated. Mortified. I pulled back, lowering my head and murmuring, “Sorry.”

    He enfolded my head with his meaty hand, and scritched me companionably. “You’re doing great, and your heart’s in the right place. Or at least your dick is!” he joked. I smiled sheepishly. “Just roll your lips over your teeth. It’ll feel awesome!”

    I tried again. This time, Mr. Meyer simply growled in a way that could not be mistaken for anything but masculine pleasure. “Ughnnnnaaaaah. Yeah. Fuck yeah! Yeah, suck that fucking cock!”

    Jesus. That… vulgarity again. Words my mom would kill me if I ever said out loud. But here this… well, this fucking man was growling it out. Naturally. Like… like a man. The perfect word for the moment. Pronounces in a voice drenched in sex, making it real. Drenched in arousal. Arousal… for me.

    As my mouth started working his hairy dick. It was… raw. Nasty. Taboo. And above all, it was primal. Primal masculinity. Not giving a shit about propriety, decency, or anything civilized. Just like masculine sex.

    And for the first time in my life, I felt like a fucking MAN.

    OH MY FUCKING GOD

    I laid into him. Deep. Fascinated. Feeling something inside of me that I couldn’t explain, but needed to let out. I mouthed him, trying to imitate the few dirty movies I had watched on the sly with my friends. Working that massive cockhead of his. Tickling him with my tongue; he liked that. Above me, Mr. Meyer had put both hands on my head and started working me, guiding me as he swayed his hips. Working me over like I was some human sex toy or something. Using my mouth.

    And I was right there with him. Wanting nothing more than to make him as excited as I was. The… sounds… he made almost terrified me. Full-throated snarls, growls and moans. Barely human. Male. Rich in their arousal.

    OH MY FUCKING GOD

    “Suck it, Troy… suck hard. Suck like you mean it! Atta boy… YEAHHHHH!”

    I’d never been so turned on in my life. This is what it felt like to be a man! Everything in my body focused on that cock in front of me. Doing everything I could. My free hand started roughly squeezing his hairy balls, rolling in my hand. OH MY GOD. Wanting more… wanting everything… wanting….

    “FUCK YEAH, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted this. WORK ME! WORK MY FUCKING COCK!” I grabbed him, my hand gripping his shaft while my mouth worked his head. I started jacking him, knowing how much I loved that feeling. His skin slick from the shower. Jacking him. “YEAH RIGHT THERE! RIIIIGHT THERE! C’MON!!!!” Jacking him. Jacking him!

    Fucking JACKING HIM!!!

    OH MY FUCKING GOD

    His hands crushed me into him, harder than I could believe. His body started convulsing. Rapid grunts interrupted by gasps. A roar building. His eyes rolled back….

    And to my utter astonishment, he fucking blew. Cum. Cum everywhere. Filling my mouth too fast. Drowning. Drowning in cum. CUM! I wrenched my head back and started spit-coughing his cum out. Desperate to breathe. Panting. OH MY FUCKING GOD

    OH MY FUCKING GOD!

    But we had no time to collect our thoughts. Outside, we could hear the locker room door get flung open, and the booming sounds of excited guys starting to come in.

    My heart sank. My excitement burned away into raw terror. Panicked. Unable to move.

    Oh GOD.

    Thank God Mr. Meyer, at least, kept his wits about him.

    He used the towel around his shoulders to quick wipe my face, and the remaining spunk from the tile floor. He tossed it onto the pile of laundry, and deftly grabbed another for his waist. Mercifully, I was still fully clothed, and my fear had killed any evidence of a hardon.

    Without a word, Mr. Meyer whisked me back into the office part of the locker room and stood facing me in seemingly innocent tableau just as Coach Williams came around the corner, with the team filling the locker room right behind him.

    “Mike!” Mr. Meyer said, bluffly. “We were just talking about you. This here is Troy. Troy, here’s Coach Williams himself. I’ve been working with Troy on some strength training, but he was asking me for some specialized skills, too. He wants to try out for the baseball team in the spring. I think he’s got a shot!”

    Coach Williams gave me an approving look-over. “That so, Troy? Good plan, and this is just the guy to help you. Meyer here is the expert, and is great at putting together training schedules.”

    Somehow, from somewhere, I got the gumption to answer… and answer convincingly. “Yessir!” I enthused. “I’ve learned a lot from him!” Better keep it simple… and vague.

    “Sounds great! Say, I don’t know that I’ve seen you around before.”

    Adrenaline carried me forward; in for a penny, in for a pound. “I’ve always loved the game, but I’ve never thought I could play varsity. I guess I’ve always been too… um, chickenshit to get off my duff and try out. Um, excuse the language, sir!”

    Both the men laughed, warmly.

    Coach gave me a more appraising look. “No, no… we’re all men here. And I don’t know why you’d think you couldn’t go for varsity–you’re looking good. Nothing to be ashamed of, son.” My mind… raced. He thought… I looked good…? “And let me tell you a secret. Talent is great, but determination will always carry you farther. I like a man who pushes himself to get what he wants. Keep it up Troy, and absolutely go out for the team.”

    “I sure will! Can’t wait for spring! But, I have to run… got my chores before dinner!”

    We made our goodbyes, and I slipped away while the two men started talking.

    And what happened next was… remarkable. I made my way through the guys piling in, doing my usual dance of trying to fade into the paint. But these buff, rowdy guys actually treated me… like one of the guys. I even got an occasional head nod. Instantly… accepting me. Like I belonged there.

    I ran, absolutely sprinted back home. Nerves and elation and fear and a half-dozen emotions churning inside me like a whirlpool. Laughing. Laughing like a crazed hyena. Did I just… lie? To a coach? Bluff my way through that, with the taste of Mr. Mayer’s cum still in my mouth??

    OH MY GOD DID I JUST HAVE MR. MEYER’S CUM IN MY MOUTH??

    I was flying. High as a kite, my feet barely touching the ground. My biggest hero-idol? And I got to touch him? feel him? Suck his hairy dick? Share with him the biggest moment of my entire life???

    And he was into it? Into me? So turned on by me that I got him to blow his load?

    When I finally burst inside my room and ferociously jacked off. No time for lotion, no time for shutting the door. So fast and furious that I nearly rubbed myself raw. And even after blowing the biggest load of my life, I had more in me. Still hard as a railroad spike. I palmed my spent cum, and smeared it into my mouth, thinking of his cum. God, his CUM! I went back, still jerking myself. Replaying the scene again and again. Seeing him. Tasting him. And I surprised myself by blowing a second load almost immediately.

    Ohh God. I lay there. Panting. My clothes covered in cum-splatter. Still somewhat hard. I didn’t think my dick was ever going to go soft again.

    But something else tripped my memory. Both these men, manly men, admiring me. Saying I looked good. The other guys. Assuming I was one of them, unquestioningly.

    Could it be?

    I stripped down, stood in front of my mirror, my rock-hard dick dominating the view. But there was more. Seeing my body. Stronger than I could even believe. I… I liked what I saw.

    But as I stared at this unfamiliar male body before me, my mind went back to Mr. Meyer coming out of the shower. Looking like a God Among Men. And seeing Mr. Meyer reflected in… me. Seeing our bodies together, like an overlay. Seeing me become like him. Wanting nothing more than to be one with him. I jerked off again. Thinking of our bodies. Male bodies. Blasting another load all over that mirror, and the tangled images–the tangled memories–of Mr. Meyer and me. Together.

    I slumped back onto my bed, God knows how long, still fondling my spent dick. Sucking on my cum-splattered fingers, and tasting that salty, nutty taste of cum. Dreaming of his. Dreaming….

    And at that point, everything came to a screeching halt. I had a minute to pause… and the sheer enormity of everything that happened this afternoon broke over me.

    I had stepped forward into a world men! Real men. Not my buddies playing games in their parents’ basement, but men. Sexual men. Standing tall. Among my heroes. Making choices. Thinking on my feet. And taking a seat at the table.

    I actually felt… powerful.

    The next day I sought out Mr. Meyer. Propelled by his ever-present life philosophy: you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.

    It wasn’t our scheduled work out day, but he was easy to find. When he saw me, there was a momentary hesitation, before he gave me a sheepish half-grin.

    “Troy. I wasn’t sure if I’d see you.”

    “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

    His smile broadened. Becoming almost… wistful. “I guess I’ve taught you well. I just didn’t want to… assume….” There was a long pause; I could tell he was struggling for the right words, and I didn’t interrupt. “Troy, what happened yesterday was… pretty out of control. Are you… okay?”

    “Psshhhh. Yeah. It was… like the best day ever!”

    He nodded, looking down for a second. “I want to be careful. This is… dangerous territory we’re in now. Dangerous. I… want you to be… not just okay with things, but good with them. To know what you’re getting into.”

    “I… it’s that….” I took in a deep breath, and let it out again. “Yesterday wasn’t an accident, and it wasn’t a mistake. I’ve been feeling… things… for a long time, and been feeling so… messed up. Dreaming about… you. Thinking I was dirty. Thinking I was doing you dirty. But then… Damn. Everything came together. It was perfect. And suddenly all these strange, dirty feelings I had made sense, and they didn’t feel dirty any more. They felt… real. Natural. And the thought, even the possible thought that you might have them, too… my dick’s been hard ever since. I need to know for sure. I need more.”

    “Troy. You’re asking for a lot. And there’s all kinds of dangers. I’m not gonna lie. This could blow up in everyone’s faces.”

    “You’re the one who taught me about setting a goal, and going out there and grabbing it.”

    Mr. Meyer’s posture softened, as I think he relaxed for the first time since yesterday. There was a long silence. A silence filled with potentialities. “It’s funny. When we first met, when I first agreed to work with you, you were afraid of your own shadow. Now look at you. Out of your shell. Strong. And… hot as hell.”

    I blushed. Glowing.

    He leaned in. “Let me tell you something. Society thinks man-sex is bad. Contrary to God and nature. But here’s the thing… there is nothing else like it. It’s amazing, beyond description. I know–I’ve been there.”

    My jaw about hit the ground. “You? You do… that… with other men?”

    He chortled. “Absolutely, and I’m not ashamed to tell you. For me, it started with my cousin. We were your age when we started, come to think about it. The only boy cousins in the family and we fell in together a lot. And then we started experimenting… and loving it. God, we were a pair of unholy terrors. Thing is, we’re still at it. We get together every now and again to leave the wives behind for some guy time–ski trips in the winter, golf trips in the summer. And sometimes,” he added with a wink, “we even get to ski and golf!”

    I could only stare stupidly at him. In awe. Standing with the shattered wreckage of all my pre-conceived notions laying in ruins around me.

    He went on, with a knowing look in his eyes. “Troy, I want you to know something. There is nothing more special, nothing more sacred than men coming together and sharing themselves. Men know each other’s bodies. Men know each other’s psyches. We can give each other things, give each other feelings, that no woman ever can. We can push each other in ways women never can. Provide for needs women don’t know even exist. We know what we can take. Man-sex is real in ways other sex can never be. There is no bond stronger, no feeling so intense. It’s not something to take lightly. But it is the ultimate in freedom. The ultimate in intimacy. The ultimate in bonding. The ultimate in masculinity.”

    He paused. An electric tension between us. “Do you want to take the ultimate step? Feel what it feels like to be a man?”

    “Yeah.” My voice was quivering, and we both knew it wasn’t from nerves.

    His smile will stay with me forever. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to be the one who opens you up to this. My wife is taking our daughter away on Saturday to visit her sister. Won’t be home until dinner. We can have the house to ourselves. And I’m gonna rock your world.”

    The rest of the week, I was a basket case. Completely unfocused. In a deep hormonal daze. Mr. Meyer forbid me from beating off, saying to wait and save it for Saturday. I wasn’t going to let him down.

    For all that, I was… incredibly nervous. This was… it. I was going to be taking a step there was no going back from. What did this say about me? What did this mean? Was I throwing away my future? Was I inviting the Wrath of God?

    But something keep echoing in my mind. His words: there is nothing more special, nothing more sacred than men coming together and sharing themselves. He was… him. He was my hero. He had seen the other side, and wanted to take me there. After everything he did for me, everything he meant to me, there was no other answer but to trust him.

    And trust him I did.

    It was one of those cold days, where winter disregards the calendar and refuses to let spring get its due. Mr. Meyer opened the door and let me in. He was shirtless, just wearing his sweatpants. I fretted nervously, suddenly wildly self-conscious about my clothes. Too casual? Too obvious? Damn.

    For all my conviction, my hands were sweaty. Uncertain. Mr. Meyer took my jacket. He turned to hang it up and nodded me toward the living room. “Make yourself comfortable.” There was a fire in the fireplace. I sat on the floor among some pillows. Warming myself.

    He came in and sat on the couch right behind me. Silently. The room was warm. I was flushed.

    We didn’t say anything. He knew what a big step this was for me, and gave me space.

    Well. You only live once.

    I scooted back, settling between his legs. Wrapping my arm around so I could rest my hand on his beefy thigh. Slowly. Rubbing. Savoring the touch of him, the hardness of his muscles. His hand reached down and rubbed my shoulder. Not a caress, not a massage. Something deeper.

    It was so… intimate. In my experience, guys always seemed to carry this… bubble around them, that other guys can never get past. Not now. I bathed in the sensation of… touch. Touch that awakened me. Opening my mind, as if I had just taken a shot of booze or a hit of weed. Touch.

    Our hands started working each other. Finally letting ourselves be who we wanted to be. Exploring. It felt good. His hands, those powerful hands, drifted off my shoulders. He leaned in and started circling my chest. Strong movements. Strong under my loose T-shirt. My pulse quickened. Everywhere his fingers went, I could feel my skin shiver, then relax under his movement. Opening me. Stirring something. His hands had always made me feel secure. Steady. They still did, but were also making me feel… ooooooohhhhhhhhh.

    My stomach had been tight, a ball of nerves, but the tightness was dissolving away into… something else. I finally understood what people meant when they said they had butterflies. Tingling. A warm tingling. In the pit of my stomach. Growing. Dancing everywhere.

    He was everywhere. Surrounding me. Close to me. Touching me.

    I turned around. His hairy chest. Right there. Oh God. I’ve thought so long about what he would feel like. What he would… taste like. Smell like. Oh God. And he wanted this, too. My hero wanted this.

    I leaned in, my lips brushing against him. He breathed heavily in response.

    Breath. God. Damn. His scent was strong. Washing over me. Dusky. Rich. Unlike our previous encounter, when he literally just walked out of the shower, his smell was… real. No soap now, just… man. His chest hair tickling my nose. My lips reflexively went to his skin. The feel of him. Hard. Tight with all those muscles. It wasn’t just the feel of him; I savored the taste. Uninterrupted male. I rolled my face around his skin, catching the light scrape of his hair against me. I’d never. Never experienced these… sensations. Flowing over me so unexpected.

    The hardness, and softness, of a man.

    Mr. Meyer leaned down, kissing me on my forehead.

    And I melted.

    My man, with all the toughness, the strength, the drive of a man. This raw, muscle-bound titan who embodied everything masculine in the entire universe… was tenderly kissing me. How did I ever deserve this?

    I raised my face up, looking at him in awe. In overcome joy. Willing to do anything he asked. Anything.

    He leaned down. And he kissed me. Lips on lips. Sealed forever.

    Something awoke in me. I wrapped my arms around him and let into him. Roughly making out. Needing his masculine power. Needing him.

    His hand slid down my chest. Greedy. Oh God. He was rubbing me firmly. Massaging my steel-hard cock through my jeans. Straining. It was a massive rush. My heart pounding. I could feel it in my throat.

    With his other hand he hoisted up my T-shirt, dragging it over my head. I could feel the warm air against my chest. My nipples jumping to attention, as hard as my dick. Then he was back to kneading me. My cock alive in his hands, even through the denim.

    I was feeling it. Fire. Fire unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Fire burning more brightly than it ever had from the picture of a stupid pin up girl. Or from the actions of my right hand alone. For the first time in my life, I was feeling sex, and the feeling was ripping through my entire being.

    Mr. Meyer was feeling it, too. He reached down, and deftly pulled open my belt buckle. I was amazed at how easy it was for him. His fingers reached in, feeling my dick through my underwear. I could feel a wet spot forming as precum started gushing. I hauled down my pants, slithering out of them, leaving me in just my briefs.

    Hornier than I had ever been in my life. In my fucking life. Yeah. Fuck yeah!

    Need. Need awoken. I broke the kiss, and started wild, sweeping sweeps across his chest. Licking. Biting. I went after his nipples, hoping his were as sensitive as mine. With the heat from the fire, the heat from us, he was juuuuuuust starting to sweat, adding a salty tang to his skin. Sucking him. Making vulgar slurs with my tongue. Leaving a trail of spit.

    I needed more. My mouth slid down his furry midriff. By the time I got to the waistband of his sweats, I did not give a fuck. I wrenched them down from his hips, down around his ankles. Freeing him completely, his steel-hard cock slapping against him. He was as naked as he had been that first day we started working out. Naked.

    And all mine.

    I buried my face in his hairy crotch. His smell singed my nose. Musky. Powerful. Raw. Inviting me into a world of savage masculinity. I went for it, huffing his smell as I mouthed his hairy balls. Rolling them in my mouth one at a time. Getting them slick with my spit. Their taste matching their scent.

    He was growling in pleasure. So was I.

    I lined my mouth up on his cockhead, rolled my lips like he taught me, and swallowed him down. He made a maniacal cry above me, simultaneously gasping and groaning. I took him in, hard. Mouth-fucking him, bouncing my jaw up and down, feeling the friction of his cockhead fucking my taut lips. He was leaking, too. That sweet-sharp taste of precum. His hand gripping my head. Bouncing his hips as I worked him over. Not caring about shit.

    Loving it.

    His hands caught my attention. He slid his palm roughly down my spine as I was hunkered over his crotch. Down, down, eased by a thin sheen of sweat. His fingertips hit my underwear’s waistband, and slid in.

    I gave a yelping-grunt sound.

    Oh God. My ass! His hands on my ass! I barely ever touched myself there. My forbidden zone. But him! Jesus Christ! He went there! His fingers sliding down my crack! My body shivering from the sensation. He was…

    He was…

    OH MY FUCKING GOD HE WAS FINGERING MY HOLE.

    I went berserk, savagely bucking at him. Savaging his dick. Screaming. Screaming loud enough to wake the dead, if his dick hadn’t been balls-deep down my throat.

    That did it. Mr. Meyer gruffly threw me off of him, my spit running down his cock to his balls. He all but ripped my underwear off, fully naked before him. Next, he roughly manhandled me so that I was on my hands and knees, with him between my legs. My butt open and vulnerable. I shivered–whether out of excitement or terror, I couldn’t tell. Oh God… what was he gonna do…? What was he…?

    OH MY GOD.

    OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD

    To my ever-loving astonishment, he leaned in and started licking my asshole.

    I screamed, my mind shattered. What the hell? You could do that? It was so wild, so unredeemably vulgar, so unforgivably taboo, I was sure the vice squad was going to kick down the door. That God would strike us down.

    But my hero was eating my ass.

    And it was the greatest moment in my entire life.

    I was howling like a pack of wolves. He was vicious in his attack, slamming his face into me, again and again. Wild. Sucking as hard as he could. Digging with his tongue, as if it was his last chance for water in the desert. Raping me with his tongue, then sweeping side to side. His stubble was shredding my tender, untouched skin. Making me savage in response. Bucking desperately against him. Needing. NEEDING. GIVE ME FUCKING MORE!!!

    I don’t know how long he ate me out. There was no time. There was only savage pleasure. Unspeakable. Hungry. But he needed more, too.

    He pulled back with a breathless gasp from both of us. I grabbed something from somewhere. Then, there was… a wet feeling, as something dribbled down my crack. Right around my hole. And then, a searing jolt. Oh God. Not pain, not quite, but something completely outside my understanding. His finger. Sinking deep inside me.

    And for the first time in my life, something went up my butt.

    My legs went wobbly as my body tried to adjust to the sensation. But before I could adjust, he… found something. Something. Inside of me. I don’t know what it was, but it triggered something utterly primal inside me.

    And I thought I was going to explode.

    My startled grunts transformed into a wailing bellow as this new sensation rippled through me. I didn’t know such pleasure was possible. I didn’t know how I could stay grounded.

    Mr. Meyer was talking, soothing words, explaining. Putting me at ease. I couldn’t hear, couldn’t focus. The words were swept away by the tidal feelings. And they kept going. After a few minutes of bliss, I could feel another finger inside me, then another. Oh God… a fourth! A tightness. A fullness. My butthole pulled open. Stretched. My guts whirling around like an amusement park ride. Oh God. OH GOD.

    And when he thought I was as loose as I was going to get, I could feel him lining up his dick against me. I was panicking. In all of this, I hadn’t had a chance to mentally prepare. Oh God. He was going… he was going to fuck me. Of course he was. That was the plan. But right then, at the moment of truth… what was I thinking?? I had to…

    AAAAAAARRRGHAAAA!

    There was pain. Pain beyond anything. Sharp and all-consuming. Driving out all other thought–perversely, the same way that all the previous pleasure had. Through the agony, I could hear Mr. Meyer’s voice. A sound that had gotten me through so many painful situations before. A voice I implicitly trusted.

    “You’re okay. It will sting, but it will pass. Trust me, I would never hurt you. Breathe. Keep breathing. And when you can… push out.”

    “I… I can’t….”

    “Trust me. Breathe. It will pass.” His beefy hands caressing me. Calming me. “You trust me, right? We work though the pain. Work it! Like we always do! And it will be unlike anything you’ve ever imagined. I promise.”

    I was used to trusting him. Used to obeying him. I breathed. GOD IT HURT. Breathe. Breathe.

    Breaaaaathe.

    And… the initial shock vanished, taking some of the pain away. He could feel me unclench. And he started tiny little movements. Rocking. Barely moving at all. But… it was working. The movement got me to start relaxing.

    “It’s okay,” I hissed. “It’s getting… better.”

    “Just breathe,” he cooed. “Push through. Push through the pain. Pain is only the feeling of weakness leaving the body. Push.” His hips starting to circle. Starting to move. My body starting instinctively to match him. Starting to….

    Ohhhhhhhhhhh.

    Something was… something was starting to happen. I could….

    Ohhhhhhhhhhh.

    What was that? It was starting to feel weird. It was like.

    Ohhh GAAAAAAWWWD.

    Something was triggering inside me. Something… unknown. Unexpected. And my body… blossomed.

    Blossomed in golden LIGHT.

    “Ohhhh, yeah… yeah you feel it, don’t you?”

    IMMMGGHHHHAUH

    “You feel my hard dick opening you up, don’t you”

    “Ohhhh MUUUHHHAAAAHHHHHHH”

    “Yeah, feel it. Feel my cock. Feel it! Fucking MAN SEX.”

    It was like everything inside me started glowing with radioactive light. I could feel, fucking feel his cock sink into me. Re-arranging my guts. Setting me on fire wherever it touched. A glorious, shocking, obscene, sucking feeling.

    A feeling of fucking LIGHT.

    He slammed on top of me, laying us both out flat. His hairy chest pressed against me. Oh God his hairy chest. Scrubbing me. Scrubbing me clean. I was obsessed with that feeling. Something in the back in my mind wondered if my smoothness was as sexually devastating to him as his hairiness was to me.

    His left arm wrapped around me. His right arm stretched out, grabbing me by the wrists and pulling them forward. Extending me. His face… rolled… all over me. Neck. Ears. Shoulders. Wet lips. Catching me breathless. His stubble scratching me. God, my head started lolling in response. Extending my neck to him. Reveling in the sensation of him. Overwhelmed by the force of him. His presence. Enfolding me. Possessing me.

    God. The feeling of him. The physicality of him thundering around my body as lighting filled it within.

    His hips started torquing and twisting, with devilish intent. Deeper. Deeper. Oh God I could FEEL his head inside me. Deeper. Pushing. Insistent. Hungry. My hole slowly embracing him, adjusting to the massive intruder. Kissing his cock. Massaging it inside me. God, all of it. All at once. His cock. is stubbled face. His thick hands. That barrel of a chest. His hair. All of it. Oh God. The electricity inside me. Arcing. I was convulsing. Writhing. He was overwhelming me. It was this feeling of utter euphoria….

    Oh GAWWD.

    He started rocking. Driving his dick in deeper with each movement. Sliding his hairy chest across my back. Until he pulled me in tight and we moved as one. I felt like I was losing control. The unholy SLIIIIDE of his dick plowing into me. Ripping me open. Open. Open for him…

    Thrusting. Oh God he was thrusting. Driving inside me. Slowly. Relentlessly. A force of nature. Each drive ripping my mind apart. Thrusting. I could feel his man-bush crushed against my hole, then sliding back, then grinding into me again. Thrusting. Our bodies pushed forward each time from the power of him. Thrusting. Slow and deep. Making us both writhe together. Hitting places inside me. THRUSTING. The hair on my arms standing straight up. THRUSTING. Oh God the electricity. Electricity inside me. THRUSTING. Inhuman sounds from the both of us. My guts were exploding. THRUSTING. Oh God what was happening?? THRUSTING. Rushing in my ears! Oh God! THRUSTING! I was seeing fucking stars! THRUSTING! THRUSTING!! My balls were on fire!! Oh GOD! OH GOD!

    OHHHMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

    Without touching myself, I blew the biggest load of my life. My body jerking and convulsing at the force of it. Lightning. Lighting. Oh GOD IT WAS LIKE I WAS STILL CUMMING. STILL. NGAAAHHHAA!

    Mr. Meyer pulled out, and roughly tossed me over, like I was nothing. “I wanna see your face as I fuck you.” He smeared more lube on his cock, fisted it against my savaged hole, and ripped into me again.

    NGAAAHHHAA!

    My back arched. My mind running with sensations too wild to contain. My legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, my heels digging into his ass cheeks. I grabbed his neck, pulled him to my face and spat out from gritted teeth:

    “FUCK! ME! FUCK ME RAW!”

    The next few minutes were a savage blur. He went from deep, slow thrusting to fucking pounding the shit out of me. All thought of easing me into it gone. Knowing I could take it. Knowing I was strong enough for it. I was fucking on fire. Our eyes locked. I couldn’t look way if I tried. My body felt like I was still cumming, all the whirling electricity ripping through me. He was so… overwhelming. Terrifying to see. His sweat dripping into my eyes. In that moment, he looked strong enough to rip the sun out of the sky. Each thrust jolting my body forward from the force of it. Showing me just what the male body was capable of. What my body was capable of.

    The fearsome, terrifying friction. Oh GOD. This was a sign of him I’d never seen before. Violence unleashed. Lost, lost entirely in a moment of raw sexual barbarism. He pounded me. Kept pounding. Pounding POUNDINGFUCKINGPOUNGING….

    …and everything spiraled into a terrifying frenzy. His movements started jerking wildly. He was making a string of bestial sounds from bared teeth. Squeezing his eyes into slits….

    …and with a savage roar he fucking BLEW. I could… feel… his cock start to buck like a rodeo bronco as his cum filled my guts. I could feel its spasms. My hands, gripping him, could feel the ripples across his whole body. He kept bellowing. Staccato grunts as he finished off.

    I was in terrified awe, not sure what was going to happen next.

    But he looked down on me. With a grin and a glow of raw masculine satisfaction… and a fucking twinkle in he eye… as he started slowly thrusting again. Again. And again. And Again.

    Oh God.

    He showed no sign of slowing down, and I was in no mood to let him go. He had let loose something inside of me, a beautiful, terrible hunger, and that hunger was only growing.

    And… to my astonishment, he showed me a different side of sex. Of masculinity. And shared sexual joy. He was showing me just what the male body was capable of… but in other ways. Not just the raw power, but the dance of pressure, of touch… and restraint. Of delay. The way his lips tickled my neck. The way his fingers slid through my sweaty hair. Pulling back, letting the moment slow… and come roaring back to life. Eb and flow. Letting me savor the moment, without pushing too far, too fast.

    Letting it come to me. Letting me learn.

    I answered, running my fingers through his sweaty chest hair. Astonished by the touch. By the hardness of his muscles and the way they moved. I reached my face up. Smearing my nose in his sweat. Breathing him in. Tasting his salt. Listening to the changing pitch of his groans. Then making out with him. Our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths.

    Connecting. Connecting with this Man.

    He’d go back to relentless pounding, harder than fuck. But then pulled back. Not allowing himself to pull the trigger. Not just yet. For either of us.

    He kept us on the edge of battleaxe… but only honed the blade. Not drawing blood.

    All the while I writhed and thrashed, ripped out of my mind by the immensity of what he unleashed on me. Sexual fire I had never known in my life roared through me, obliterating all else. Needing release. Pressure building with nowhere to go. Hunger. Raw masculine hunger setting me ablaze. Wanting no restraint. Needing no restraint.

    After God knows how long, I had enough. I needed more. I was his equal in hunger and need. And I needed it! Needed masculine release! Feeling the most savage frustration I’d ever felt in my life.

    In a sexual fury, I pushed him off–throwing him on his back and riding his cock for all I was fucking worth. Slamming his dick inside me in a white-hot rage, with everything I had. As hard as he had pounded me. As hard as we needed. Equals as men. My leg muscles screaming. I could feel his body rush toward rocket launch. Feel the tell-tale signs of his body reaching for release. His hands tearing into my pecs. I grabbed his wrists hard enough to break bones. Using the leverage to pound harder. And when he screamingly blew his rocks inside me, I swear he came so hard that he about launched me into orbit. Feeling his load inside me, I threw my head back and blasted out endless ropes of cum myself, spraying all over him. Pasting his face with my jizz.

    Falling forward. Falling into a kiss of savagery and bliss.

    Oh God… his hands. His hands that moments ago had been gripping me hard enough to rip my body apart had gone back to hands caressing me with the lightest of feather touches. Feeling me. Skipping across my sweaty skin.

    “So smooth. So beautiful.”

    And I swear the hardness of his body melted into softness. His mighty arms enfolding me, steadying me. Making me feel safe.

    And there it was. Another side of masculinity–Man the Protector.

    It was the most intimate moment of my entire life.

    * * *

    I continued my “education” with Mr. Meyer for the rest of the year. Physically, of course–it goes without saying that he also opened up vast new worlds of physical pleasure for me. Pleasures I would never have come to on my own without an experienced hand to guide me. And at the same time, we continued our strength training, too. Giving me the body I wanted and deserved.

    But his lessons weren’t only physical. There was… wisdom… in his training as well. Teaching me confidence. Pride and carriage. How a man should march forth in life, and seize his own destiny.

    He taught me how to grab life by the balls.

    And I will carry these myriad lessons forever.

    But.

    As we all know, nothing lasts forever, and our time together ultimately came to an end. As the year wound down, life delivered a 1-2 punch to my gut–his wife got pregnant again, and he got a job offer in a bigger school district, with a salary he couldn’t possibly turn down.

    I guess in a way, there was a lesson for me in that, too.

    Our last time together, he finally asked me to fuck him. Maybe it was a final exam of sorts, to show everything I learned. It’s funny–I still hold today that the best way to learn how to fuck a guy well is to get fucked yourself. And trust me… by now, I was an expert.

    I cried the day we said goodbye. Alone, and unable to say anything to anyone. And that night, alone in my room, I cried harder. So many tears, I don’t think I slept at all.

    But the next morning, I put that all away and started to push forward again.

    You see, that’s what a man does.

    And with Mr. Meyer’s help…

    …I most certainly had become a man.

    THE END

  • Married man turned homosexual cock sucker

    So my first time writing here I have written before but most of it was lost due to password management. Anyway a little bit about me and how I got into the whole gay business. By the way I am still in the closet. I’m also married to a woman.

    After about 15 years of marriage and sex life was good as gone. I decided to adventure out and get some pussy or have an affair. My wife is a very attractive woman and keeps herself looking good. But the sexual aspect of our marriage had faded. Back when I first started to get ideas how to meet someone. Craigslist personnel’s was still a live and well. But I found out that meeting a woman for sex was not that easy. So after many many failed attempts. I started looking at M4M page. I saw one where a guy was wanting to suck some dick. I messaged him and we hooked up and did just that. No games or any BS. So long story short after awhile of being sucked I would get horny thinking about how it might feel for me to give a blow job. So I posted an add looking to suck some dick if anyone wants me to. I received several offers and I tried a few. Most guys were like rude about it. You like they were disappointed to have to be sucked off by a guy. But I have met a few that are okay with that idea. I believe I have had a few that really enjoy being sucked off by someone who really wants to.

    This brings me to the point of my story. I love to watch blowjob porn especially cum in mouth porn men or women I just love watching dick unloading sperm. Turns me on so intensely. I stared watching the sissy hypnosis porn and dick craving porn. Man  that shit might be dangerous lol! I really get to craving some delicious man cock . I don’t know I have never had a complaint. But I involve myself in sucking a guy my intentions are to get him to blast his cum down my throat and drisel on my tongue for the flavor. I have only done 3 in one day but I believe I could easily do 10 or more.

    met a guy at the park after work yesterday on sniffies, nice 6” big load only toke 3 minutes a he was tasting delicious. So I am probably gonna keep doing this I really enjoy everything about it his mones and gyrations the whole experience. Hope you enjoy my tail. Pull it out I’ll suck you good.😊 

  • First Pride Parade

    This story is just a fantasy of mine. I hope you enjoy it.

    I had been working in a major city for a month now on a three month contract. I was staying in a nice hotel in the downtown area.

    It was the second week of June and I had no idea what they were blocking streets off for but thankfully it was Friday and I didn’t have to go anywhere until Monday morning.

    I asked the desk clerk what was going on and he told me they were getting everything for tomorrow’s pride parade. When I asked him what that was, he just looked at me as if I was an alien of some kind.

    He told me that it was gay pride month and in case I hadn’t notice the hotel was booked solid with gays and lesbians. I had noticed but didn’t pay much attention to them as I am straight.

    He told me that from today until Sunday night the streets would be blocked and there would be much sexual activities happing right out there on the streets.

    I decided to take a walk. I better describe myself so you will understand why the following things were happening to me.

    I am a small white male, 5’7”, 140# and very meek and introverted, I also have an above average cock. Easy prey I was told.

    There were street vendors set up everywhere selling all kinds of sexual paraphernalia. I was amazed at seeing all of this sexually explicit going on around me. I decided to stop into one of the many bars in the area to have a drink.

    The bar I walked into was very busy but I managed to find an empty stool at the bar.

    I sat there enjoying the cooling drink and people watching. There were men with men and women with women throughout the place. Many of whom were blatantly displaying their passion for each other.

    I finished my drink and went back to my hotel. I walked to the elevator and as I was getting in it three men, got in with me. Teo were dressed casually but the third was nearly naked with a collar and leash.

    As soon as the doors closed the leashed guy went to his knees while the other two told him to start sucking their cocks. He took them out of their pants and began worshipping them both.

    One of the men asked me if I wanted to join the cock sucker and take care of one of them. I immediately told them that I wasn’t gay. When we stopped at my floor as I was getting out, he told me that he would see about that.

    In the morning, I was in the restaurant having breakfast when the man from the elevator came in.

    He was a big black man and he was intimidating. He said hi to me and introduced himself as Tyrell, then asked me if I was ready to be his boy toy for the weekend. I once again told him I was straight and didn’t think so.

    Well then at least let me show you around and help you enjoy the Pride activities some then, he asked. I said, sure that might be interesting as I have never seen anything like this before.

    Great he said, meet me at the concierge desk in an hour. Oh, and wear something light and comfortable because it will be hot outside today.

    An hour later I met him and we walked outside. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts as well as running shoes. He was wearing a black leather jock that clearly how big his cock is and a leather chest harness. I have to say his body was quite impressive.

    It was already getting both hot and crowded out here on the street. As we walked, he told me we would first got to a shop he knew so he could get me outfitted a little more appropriately for the activities.

    We went into a sex shop he knew and he first set me up with a chest harness like his but I balked at the jock and collar with a short leash. He bought them anyway. He said just in case I changed my mind later on.

    As we were walking, he saw the same guy that was sucking him in the elevator the day before and called him over to us. When he got there, he told him to suck my cock for me. I tried to protest but he insisted and this guy got to his knees right there in the street and took my shorts down then began sucking my cock.

    I had never had another guy touch my cock let alone suck it before. He was a great cock sucker and soon took everything down his throat that I had in my balls. He got up, left my shorts at my ankles and walked off.

    I was now confused because I have never experienced anything like this before. I hurriedly pulled up my shorts but the guy I was with told me to just put the jock on instead and show off what I had for everyone to see, so I did.

    Now we are walking and I am no longer feeling self-conscious, as there are many people dressed in less. Pretty soon I feel his hand on my bare ass and enjoy it.

    He asks me if I am ready to try something new yet. I told him I think I might be. He leads me down a side street without many people on it. Those we do see are all involved in some form of lewd sex act.

    He stops and tells me to get on my knees and take his cock out of his jock. With trembling hands, I do so. Now stroke it he tells me, and I do. That’s good he says and after a while he tells me to kiss it.

    I tell I don’t want to but he grabs my head and slowly guides my mouth to his cock. Go ahead he says, just give it a little kiss. Then he moves my head closer so his cock is now touching my lips.

    Open up he says and he pushes the head into my mouth. The while holding my head, he slowly starts moving it back and forth so he is fucking my mouth.

    You like this don’t you as he speeds up. He keeps me like this until I feel his cock begin to swell up and suddenly, I get my first taste of man cum. As he holds me in place he tells me to swallow all of his seed.

    When he lest go of me I jump up and run back to my hotel room ashamed of what I have just done. As I am getting into the elevator, he jumps in behind me. He grabs me and tells me that I need to come back out with him because he isn’t finished with me.

    He puts the collar on me and attaches the leash. When the elevator returns to the lobby, he leads me out and back onto the street. I am now his boy toy just as he said I would be.

    When we get outside his other friend from the elevator comes up to us. He tells Tyrell that it looks, it looks like it didn’t take you long to turn this little bitch.

    Tyrell tells him that he isn’t quite finished with me yet but I am becoming to be quite a good cock sucker. Then he tells me to show his friend how good I suck cock.

    His friend steps in front of me and pushes down on my shoulder so I am kneeling there for all to see and pulls his cock free from hi jock. Suck it bitch he tells me and I open my mouth as he pushes it into it.

    I suck on his cock for several minutes as the two of them talk as if nothing is happening. After several minutes he pulls his cock out of my mouth and tells Tyrell that I still need some lessons but show some potential.

    They say goodbye and Tyrell leads me away.

    He takes me into what appears to be another sex shop and leads through to the back room. Here there are both men and women, all naked and having gay and lesbian sex.

    Tyrell finds an empty fuck bench and straps me onto it. He then takes off his jock and begins rubbing his hard cock against my hole. Before I can protest, I have a cock in my mouth.

    I suddenly feel his cock head pop inside my ass and stop. He is letting me get adjusted to having my first ever cock inside me. When he feels me loosen up some he rams the entire 9 inches in all at once.

    I try to scream but can’t with my mouth full of cock. I am now being fucked at both ends and I don’t like it. It hurts.

    Tyrell tells me to relax and concentrate on the cock in my mouth and it will feel good in no time. You will be begging for more in just a few minutes.

    After several minutes of his slow thrusting, I am beginning to enjoy the fullness of having a hard cock fucking my ass.

    While he continues to fuck me, I get a mouthful of hot cum. I swallow as much as I can but it is a huge load and some of it runs out of my mouth and down my chin. This cock is quickly replaced by another.

    Tyrell just keeps fucking me for what seemed like forever before telling me is about to breed me. I try to tell him no, don’t cum inside me, but I can’t with a mouthful of hard cock.

    Then I feel his cock begin to get bigger and I feel burst after burst of his cum coat my insides.

    As soon as Tyrell pulls out, he announces that I now have an empty hole. Then I feel another cock push itself into my now hungry hole.

    When the cock in my mouth finally explodes and I swallow all of that load I am able to turn my head and can see a line of at least a dozen naked men behind me stroking their cock waiting their turn with my ass.

    I then feel hands turning my head back around and I can see as many hard cock, waiting their turn at my mouth. I figure I am going to have a long day being used as Tyrell’s cum dump. And I was right. They kept fucking me at both ends for at least two hours.

    When everyone has finished fucking my holes Tyrell finally releases me from the bench.

    He then asks me if I still think I am straight, or am I now just another gay cum dump for him to pimp out until Sunday night when the festivities are over.

    I tell him I am his fuck toy to use as he wishes. Good answer he tells me and leads me back out onto the street, totally naked with cum all over my face and dripping from my ass.

  • Dinner at Mr Herlihy’s

    I must have blacked out for a second. When I came to somebody was saying my name quietly, over and over again.

    I opened my eyes and remembered where I was. In the shower at Mr Herlihy’s apartment.

    Christian, Christian, came the voice again.

    I looked down.

    Mr Herlihy was on his knees, looking up at me.

    As I’ve told you before his skin was tawny and his hair was dark, but now his hair and his face was all covered, not just with the water from the shower, but by a ton of jizz. My jizz it looked like.

    Those cute black curly lashes were all matted with cum now, and that full mouth was just dripping, out came his tongue to lick his lips, and to swallow what I had just shot all over him. Hey some of it was running down through the flattened thick black curls on his chest.

    Oh Christian, oh Christian, he murmured, you are a really bad boy.

    I came back to my senses then, saw my big cock still pulsing and dripping steadily down on Mr Herlihy, my teacher, and those big puppy dog eyes looking up at me.

    His cock was still hard too, pointing up at me.

    I guess he was right. I was a really bad boy.

    Mr Herlihy really was tall, like really tall. He had played basketball professionally they said, but now he was our sports coach, for swimming too. Jesus, he was so tall he could more or less stand at the deep end at the pool and still keep his dick dry. Only kidding. But hey, he was freakin hot all the same.

    Mr Donovan, my English teacher, had left town kinda unexpectedly. That was a bit of a letdown as my grades were super cool with him, and also I had been fucking him on a weekly basis for a couple of months. Then one Monday morning he was gone. A personal issue, they said.

    I asked Mom if she had heard anything from the other moms, but if she did she kept mum.

    A personal issue, she repeated.

    I was in the barber’s chair with Carl who had been cutting my hair all my life. He learned a lot from the men he clipped and sold rubbers to at the weekend. He asked me about my grades and my classes as per and then asked if that Mr Donovan had been one of my teachers.

    I felt my face go fuckin red and more than that I could see my cheeks in the mirror facing me.

    It turned out Carl owned the apartment Mr Donovan had been renting. I had been in it but did not let that one slip. He had done a midnight getout he said, left the place spotless, left a pile of dough on the kitchen counter to make up for the inconvenience, Carl said.

    I reckoned I had left my DNA all over the place.

    I heard he got one of the students in the family way, said Carl and chuckled.

    Fuck, I knew quite a lot about Mr Donovan’s sperm, but what I had learned suggested to me that a juvenile pregnancy was highly unlikely. Most of it had gone over the sheets or the tiles in the shower or down my throat, never anywhere where there was the remotest chance of impregnation. And that fiancée was a figment of somebody’s imagination, I knew that.

    Anyway, then by some weird coincidence, in walked Mr Patrick Herlihy, bobbing his head down at the doorway.

    Carl mumbled something like, oh jeez, here’s King Kong.

    Mr Herlihy sat down in the chair next to me and waited. We exchanged pleasantries, then he took up the local newspaper.

    I watched him in the mirror as Carl clipped away. Mostly what I could see were his bare legs, which looked like they had been raised on Skull Island, where Kong lives, a black forest of hair I coulda written my initials in.

    But there was also the bulge in his shorts. If a man is super tall does that mean he is built in proportion? Know what I am fuckin getting at? But Mr Donovan had been both taller and shorter than me, know what I mean, so much for the theory.

    Carl paused, spoke to Mr Herlihy and asked if he knew anything about Mr Donovan’s sudden departure.

    He stayed behind the newsprint. A family issue, I guess, he said. A gold ring shone on his wedding finger.

    Not for the first time I wondered if somebody in the school office had heard that Mr D was fucking a pupil of the male variety. Or rather was being fucked by one. No one had called me into see the Head yet and I was watching Mom’s movements just in case she was taking surprise phone calls or was going off to mystery meetings.

    But of course I had not heard from Mr D either. His phone seemed to be dead and the secret one I had to get his messages was dead quiet. Looked like it was all over. And I had not ejaculated into or onto another human being for 10 days, 10 hours, and approximately 10 minutes if my calculations were right. Give or take the timing and extent of the load.

    Meanwhile old Carl’s bulge was pressing into the back of my head. Frankly I could have done without that. I am not saying he was a pervert or anything, he was a married man and grandfather, but hey, I like to choose the cocks that press against the nape of my neck, and I prefer them to be younger.

    Talking of young bulges, Mr Herlihy put down his paper and turned to me with a mild smile.

    How ya doing Christian? You’re doing great on the team, but there’s something we need to talk about, just came into my head here, looking at Carl’s razors, nothing bad, it can wait, but remind me, yeah?

    Sure I said, will do.

    I had an idea what it was. Some of the guys in the team had been talking about it. Before the next big competition we would have to shave our bodies, it was part of the drill. Guys often got their moms or girlfriends to help out, for fuck’s sake.

    Mr Herlihy sir, I said. Is it about shaving our chests?

    I laughed.

    For fuck’s sake said Carl, laughing too. Bring the whole team down and I’ll do a deal. We shaving boys’ chests now? What a fuckin world!

    Mr Herlihy smiled too.

    It is the way we do things now Carl. It’s a good look. Good in the water.

    Says who, replied Carl. Not a rule you follow yourself though, eh, Mr Herlihy?

    It was true. Mr H’s chest, like his forearms and his legs, looked like it had been woven from black Irish wool. His unbuttoned polo shirt told the whole story.

    He laughed. You got me there Carl, but when I was young and in the pool, I was smooth like a baby.

    Like Michaelangelo’s David were you, I chipped in.

    I wondered if there were any photos of Mr Herlihy in those days on Facebook or anywhere.

    Mr H looked at me. Yeah, Christian, but I wore more than he did, and he winked.

    I thought about David’s magnificently carved curly pubic hair and his plump dick. We had all giggled over it in art class. I wondered if Mr H was built like David.

    Carl finished with me.

    Mr H smiled over at me.

    Looking neat and tidy now Christian, he remarked. Hey, you want to talk about that other matter, you know?

    What was he talking about? Mr Donovan and me for god’s sake?!

    The shaving thing?

    I heard Carl guffaw.

    Sure, I said.

    He lowered his voice.

    Why not pop round and we can have a chat about it? After 4?

    I knew where he lived. Fuck, I knew the buzzer.

    I walked home with a massive boner in my shorts.

    I still had it when I pressed his buzzer several hours later, though it was new as I had jerked off at home after a tuna sandwich.

    Hi Christian he said, opening the door, showing off his good teeth. His hair was wet.

    Just been mowing the lawn, he said, hot exercise. I got a whiff of sweat off him. I guessed his armpits were pretty high, straight out of the jungle. His polo shirt was properly unbuttoned and it looked like he had a black tee underneath. Fucking ape.

    He said he would get me a cold drink and while he was in the kitchen I looked around the room. There were sort of arty posters of athletes, the Olympics, that sort of thing, as well as framed photographs of him with another man, looking happy together.

    That’s my husband Ben said Mr Herlihy coming back and handing me a tall glass. I sipped it, half expecting alcohol, but it tasted like virgin fruit juice.

    Oh yeah, I said, your husband.

    He was a tall well-built black man.

    Is he an athlete too, I asked, meaning did he have a big black cock.

    Mr Herlihy laughed, no Ben works in finance.

    How tall is he? I asked, meaning how big is his cock?

    Pretty tall, smiled Mr Herlihy back. Tall enough.

    I guess that meant Ben was hung.

    He sat back in the sofa opposite with his legs spread wide and his hands beside his damp head.

    Hey Christian, just wondered if you needed help with the shaving thing. Sure if you’re happy with your Mom doing it, but hey, my hands are available if you want.

    He grinned, the horny pervert. Was he coming on to me? Had Mr Donovan told him about me?

    Not gonna lie, I felt my dick getting stiff in my shorts again. After all it was ten days since I had had sex with another human being. And I was a horny eighteen year old.

    You wanna check out my chest, sir I said, as if butter would not melt in my ass.

    Without waiting for an answer I pulled my tee over my head.

    Look I am not a gorilla, but I do have a bit of hair on my chest, but it is mostly really fair, so it does not always look like it is there. There was more around my navel and it was darker down that way.

    I could see Mr Herlihy’s eyes glittering, the perv.

    Does it need a lot of work on it do you think sir?

    I ran my hands over my chest and down to my stomach.

    Sitting opposite Mr Herlihy’s tongue was more or less hanging out.

    You can call me Patrick here, or even Pat, if that is OK with you Christian?

    OK, Pat, sir, I said, and took the opportunity to put my hands behind my head, so he got a good view of my pits. Actually I think Pat was more interested in the size of my nips and the little circles of fair hair which sprouted there.

    My shorts were pretty full and straining now, and as you know, I am a big boy, so there was not much chance of hiding the full length and girth of my eighteen year old cock.

    Pat’s face was red. He had stuck his big gorilla hand over his crotch like he was hiding something.

    Jesus, Christian, he said.

    I got the message.

    What about the rest of you? You know, he swallowed, down there. Have you got it growing thick down there?

    Did he mean my dick (definitely thick and grown) or just my pubic hair?

    Do you want me to check? He managed.

    Pat exhaled.

    You mean like check how hairy my ass is, sir?

    He took another breath.

    Heck. Christian, there’s a big shower through there, and I am feeling pretty sweaty, would not mind a wash and you …

    Could join you so you could check in detail, sir, is that what you mean, erm, Pat?

    He nodded.

    Then he checked his watch.

    We’ve got friends coming round for dinner. A couple of hours yet, and erm, Ben will be back in about an hour …

    So, I grinned and stood up, my dick standing out in my shorts like a red hot poker, if we gonna wash up, we need to wash up now?

    Yup, he said, and stood up.

    Safe to say Pat had an erection. No hiding it.

    The shower is through there, he mumbled.

    I followed him, dropping the few clothes I was wearing en route, waggling my bare fluffy ass.

    In the bathroom he had already switched on the shower – a big shower built for a party I should add – and he turned and smiled at me when he saw me walk in, completely naked and completely aroused.

    Jesus Christian, I can see what poor Dan Donovan saw in you.

    Did he talk about me? I said, plucking at my hard dick.

    Sure, he grinned. He told Ben and me the best bits. We enjoyed that.

    Dirty old men, I said and climbed into the shower. Coming?

    Pat pulled his polo shirt off, fuck was he dark and hairy, then dropped his shorts, so all I saw was his bulging white Calvins, stark against his dark furry skin. Then he pulled them down too and out swung his dick, a very nice dick indeed. Not as big as mine, natch, but big enough.

    He joined me under the hot water.

    Oh fuck Christian, he said, you are a bad bad boy.

    I bit his ear. That was the start of it.

    He fell to his knees and began sucking me off. I rammed his wet head down on my cock. Jesus it was sweet.

    We lathered one another and were covered in creamy healthy smelling stuff. His body hair sure soaked up a lot of soap.

    Of course he was towering over me so his cock was practically sticking into my chest like a gun. Even under the noise of the water I could hear him moaning.

    I stuck my fingers in his ass, parting the curtains of dark wet hair, and I stuck my thumb in too.

    He went crazy. He sure wanted me in him. He got his wish.

    I turned Mr Herlihy round and took him up the ass with a dollop of pine shower gel.

    I had not had a fuck for nearly two weeks so I was pretty eager.

    Mr Herlihy seemed to be liking what he was getting. He certainly made enough noise about it. I wondered if husband Ben was not a frequent ass fucker. He sure was tight.

    I reached round and grasped his thick cock, fuck was it hard, and ran my spare hand all over his wet curly front, including those furry bouncing balls.

    It felt like I was fucking a gorilla. I found myself biting his hairy wet shoulders. I could not hold back. I pounded him. I pumped him. I fuckin drilled him.

    Pat shouted out, pushed back against me, thrusting back and forward, and then suddenly he cried out as if in pain and a big load flew out of him like a fountain, like a big fountain, and the poor man came and came again.

    That was enough for me.

    I pushed him down on his knees, with his face below my cock. I was jerking like a machine.

    He got my load all over his face, that sweet dark unshaven face, coating his pink tongue, and I fuckin stuck his eyelashes together with my cum.

    He looked up at me. Well, you know the rest. The puppy dog eyes. He told me I was a bad bad boy again.

    I was towelling myself now, smelling sweet.

    Was that up to expectations, I asked, sir.

    Pat shook his head.

    No?!

    Fuck Christian, Dan said you were good, but that was amazing. You’ve got a great future as a …

    He paused.

    As a what sir, I asked.

    He laughed as he towelled his hairy body and his cock flopped about.

    You know Christian, you’ve got a great future as … something.

    Want me to stay for dinner, I asked, walking about the house, picking up my discarded clothes.

    Pat watched as I pulled up my jock strap, hiding my big flopping cock.

    Yeah, he said slowly, you’re welcome. Ben will want to meet you, he’s heard a lot about you. Can I get you a real drink now? I need to make dinner now. Our friend Tanya is coming too, you will find her interesting.

    We’re vegan, is that OK, he called out, as he began chopping and cutting.

    Mom called me.

    Where the heck are you Christian Wood junior, she said. We’re having your special meat balls.

    Mr Herlihy gestured to give him the phone and he sweet-talked Mom, telling her about an unexpected meeting, a late swimming practice, and an offer to feed me before he brought me home.

    Mom fell for it. How naïve was she.

    Whatever Pat was cooking was well on its way when Ben came in the door. He was pretty impressive, tight suit and everything.

    His face lit up when he saw me on the sofa.

    What the fuck Pat, what have we got here? Dan’s twinky fuck toy? Top of the class, is that one? Fill me up baby, he said, as Mr Herlihy poured him a glass and poured me one too.

    I heard him use the shower and wondered if the loads of jizz were long gone down the drain.

    He came back looking casual and hot. By that I mean sexy.

    So, you are Christian, the one who nailed poor Dan eh, the jeune homme fatal, eh?

    I smiled at him. I was enjoying the red wine. The glasses were bigger than the ones Mom had.

    He sat down next to me on the sofa and offered me a stuffed olive.

    His voice dropped low.

    Hey you Mr Preppy, you keep away from my husband, Ben said, twinky white ass trash.

    He winked.

    You know, he said, what I have always wanted to do … do you want to hear?

    He offered me a plate of dip and raw carrots.

    I nodded.

    You sure you want to hear Christian? I wanna slide down some big dicked blond twink’s flagpole, fuckin face to face so he sees my ugly visage, and fuckin ride him real hard, like a hot white pony, till he shoots up my ass and I shoot all my hot jizz over his sweet twink face. Get the picture?

    I nodded. I swallowed the carrot baton.

    He shook his head and laughed.

    Now how the fuck is that goin to happen to little ol me? With me being so ugly and my dick so small? And where would I find any pretty white twinks?

    You’re not ugly Ben, I said, quietly

    You think so, he said. You eighteen year old twink fucker, you really think so?

    I swallowed. I could feel the red in my cheeks, definitely a bit of hardness in my groin.

    Mr Herlihy called out from his roasting pans.

    What you two talking about? Ben, leave Christian alone, do not scare him, he is our guest.

    Sure thing Pat, said Ben, we’re having a conversation. I am learning things about Christian, that’s all.

    I had another stuffed olive.

    No in fact, I said quietly, I think you’re fuckin hot. Mr Herlihy is very lucky to have you. And Jesus Ben you are so tall. Lucky when he is so tall as well.

    He filled our glasses. And clinked them together. Cheers.

    Dan said you’re really fuckin hung Christian, is that true? Hung like a horse. A white stallion, and full of jizz.

    I nodded.

    So other folks say.

    He shook his head again.

    So, you are just a lucky little preppy white boy with a big dick?

    Yeah, I guess so.

    God bless you Christian and God bless America, he laughed. Say, he whispered, you should give me your number in case I ever get lonesome some night when Pat’s away.

    Ben cuffed my head, and then bent down to my ear.

    Fuck Christian, I just adore white boy ass. And I’ll tell you a secret, when I told you I was ugly and had a tiny dick, you know … I was fuckin lying. You’re not the only one with a big cock …

    I do not know what my face looked like, but Ben laughed again.

    Just saying Christian, just saying …

    And off he went to help with dessert.

    The buzzer went and Ben brought in a very attractive giggling young woman. This was Tanya.

    The four of us had a fun time at the dinner table. The vegan food was good and plentiful, the wine flowed considerably.

    Tanya flirted with me. I guess that was what she was doing, and I saw Pat and Ben exchange looks and smile. What were they up to?

    I was not exactly a virgin as far as the female sex was concerned and hey I had recently found other uses for my dick, but I had done that thing, the cock in the cunt routine, more than once, and fuck, I had kinda enjoyed it. But make no mistake I liked fucking hairy ass better.

    I felt her fingers on my knee under the table, stroking my bare legs and edging up my thighs too. Fuck, there was no need for me to get a hard-on but fuck I did. I was fuckin fed up with myself – after all I had fucked Mr Herlihy not two hours ago and both partners had been very satisfied. And I was a gay boy, no question.

    The food was great, the wine was great, the company was great. I felt no guilt whatsoever that I had fucked Pat and now he was sitting next to Ben and they were kissing every so often and feeding creamy dessert to one another on spoons.

    I remembered how Pat’s mouth had felt on my cock. And how eagerly he had lapped up my cum.

    Tanya was stroking me now under the table. If she touched my balls I was gonna have to take some kind of action. Not sure what though.

    Pat said he was making coffee.

    Tanya said she needed some air and asked if I had seen the view. I went out on the balcony, which was rather big, with a sofa even, and yeah, a great view over the town and the hills beyond.

    She reached for my hand and sort of pushed me back on the cushions of the sofa.

    Christian, she said, you are just so fuckin cute. Everybody says so. Be a good boy now.

    We were on the sofa now and Tanya was getting fuckin energetic, her hands all over me, up under my tee, and fiddling with my zip.

    But Tanya, I struggled to say, as her mouth was all over mine, and her tongue, when it was not searching for mine, was all over my face too. I had a feeling it was going south soon. And my dick thought so too.

    But Tanya I got out at last, you know – I am gay. You know I like men. I was fucking Mr Donovan till he fucked off west.

    I did not mention I had rammed Mr Herlihy before I ate dinner.

    She jumped off me. Her breasts bouncing.

    You dirty young cunt Christian, leading me on like that. You men are all the same. You treat women like sluts, you bastards. Even the gay ones do.

    Then she winked, the face of alarm dropped.

    I guess we’ve got a lot in common honey and maybe I will not hold it against you, or on second thoughts maybe I will.

    She laughed.

    I was a bit confused now. My face felt on fire and Jesus my dick was like a cannon and I just knew it wanted out of my new Calvin jockstrap that Pat had admired earlier.

    Tanya seemed to read my mind. With no more ado she pulled down my shorts, jerking them down past my knees. My cock head was poking out under the word Calvin, big and purple against the snowy new white.

    She bent down over me.

    You are fuckin disgustin Christian Wood Junior. Flirting with me over dinner, staring at my tits, feeling up my silky thighs under the table, and then telling me you are fuckin gay, just when I want you to fuck me with that huge monster dick Dan Donovan told me all about.

    With that she swallowed my knob. I groaned naturally. What could I do?

    Then she yanked the jock down so I was all out and up in all my glory, all those fuckin hard inches, and she worked away on me as to the manner born. I knew that thinking about Pat and Ben had really got me hot all through the three courses so the chances were I was going to blow in Tanya’s mouth, and blow soon, serving her up an evening load of horny anticipation.

    I felt those perfect nails on my balls, and then stroking in between. Fuck if she went anywhere close to my asshole, then I was just going to fuckin explode.

    She grasped my hand and pulled it down, to her smooth knee, and then up between her thighs, so silky. And here was me, just a gay boy used to Mr Donovan’s forestry plantation and heck a couple of hours earlier Mr Herlihy’s Skull Island jungle.

    I guess I could stick a finger or two in her. I had done that before with Jessica Stone, I had handled it OK, and fuck, like Jessie, she deserved some sort of return for all that jerking and blowing. I was not sure I could lick her clit tho.

    The whole damn thing was I thought I might cum soon anyway.

    Oh Christian, you are a bad bad boy, she said, lifting her lips from my tip, and jerking me more vigorously than even before.

    I want us to come together, I want us to shoot our loads very very soon. Think you can manage that, stud?

    Sure, I breathed in my deepest voice, and my hand hurried up between her legs and no surprise, she had left off her panties. She would be waxed, and I bet dripping.

    She was dripping right enough. Tanya’s cock was dripping. She had six inches of hard cock dripping where her cunt should have been.

    What the fuck!?

    Oh fuck, Christian, you dirty little boy. Got what you wanted now, fucker? Jesus, make me cum. Quid pro quo.

    Pardon, I managed, but did what she said.

    It was all over quite quickly and noisily after that. We jerked one another off. It was familiar territory to us both. Of course I had more to offer to her fist and lips, but I did my duty on her stiff prick too. The noises she was making suggested she was well on the way.

    We’re gonna cum together Christian, my big stud, she whispered hoarsely, I knew it. Go on, shoot, fuckin shoot.

    So I did. So did she.

    I threw back my head against the back of the white sofa on the balcony and just let it all go. I kinda saw it go off like a firework or a fountain in some place like Italy. I kept on grasping her cock, and felt my fist flooded, and it all bursting out between my fingers and running out and down, making a bangle on my wrist.

    Fuck.

    Tanya slipped off the sofa with a sigh and sat down on the rug. There was a beautiful view of the sunset.

    She was lighting up a cigarette while her mini dress fell back down and soaked up the cum on her thighs. Clearly I had shot all over her tits too.

    She looked down at the mess.

    This is fuckin vintage, you cunt, she said. Selfish fuckin stud.

    Tanya laughed and without asking lit me a cigarette too.

    I guessed we were OK.

    Here ya go lover boy, she said.

    I did n’t smoke, but heck, I had just nearly fucked a woman, but heck, I was the same gay Christian boy after all. I inhaled.

    I was sitting still, legs very wide apart, shorts at my ankles, Calvin K jock below my knees. My big red stick was still standing tall, still soaked, still dripping. Fuck I could smell my cum in the night air. All that pineapple was really working.

    I felt like some dumbo. Tanya was sure pretty, and her tits were fabulous, but how the fuck had I got it so wrong?

    The glass door on to the balcony opened. Ben stood there with a large glass in his hand.

    What the fuck, he shouted out, what the fuck, how dare you! How dare you Tanya! And you, Christian, I thought better of you, you selfish big twink prick.

    I stupidly covered my drenched groin with my hands.

    Tanya laughed out loud.

    Ben laughed too.

    How dare you fuckin smoke in our apartment!

    When we had straightened and tidied and wiped ourselves and stubbed out the smokes on the balcony, we went back into the main room and there was a spontaneous round of applause and cheers. Tanya took a bow, and exclaimed that they could both pay up now.

    She had fucked me for a bet.

    Mr Herlihy kinda smiled too but I noticed he did not hand over the dollars that Ben did.

    Both of them came over and kissed me on the lips.

    Ben said – for fuck’s sake Christian tastes like Tanya – and he made a face.

    Tanya was repairing her lipstick and looking at her make-up in her compact mirror.

    Jesus Christ, I guess I had been initiated.

    Mr Herlihy handed me a large rum and coke and kissed me on the cheek only.

    He shook his head and smiled.

    I guess you will be really needing this now Christian. Knock it back and I will get ya another.

    There was coffee at last and dancing, and after ignoring me for a bit Tanya pulled me to my feet and we did some sort of Motown number. It went down well, especially with Ben, who it seemed to me could not keep his eyes off me. Mr Herlihy, Pat, it seemed was not a dancer. Not much of a drinker either.

    Before midnight he offered to drive me home. It turned out his rum and cokes had been just coke all night.

    We dropped Tanya off and she kissed me deep on my mouth. To my great shame I felt a twinge in my shorts.

    Night stud, she said, and stroked my cheek. She blew a kiss at Pat.

    You OK, he said as we sped through town. About Tanya I mean?

    Sure, I said. It was cool. And the shower stuff, fuck, that was hot.

    You know if anybody heard about this, it could be tough on all of us. Ben, Tanya, me …

    I know, I said, feeling very adult.

    The thing is I continued, I kinda knew it was going to be that sort of party, Pat, I mumbled, but I guess I thought I was gonna get laid again by somebody else … maybe I was gonna wake up in bed with you and Ben.

    Mr Herlihy did not say anything for a bit. After a while he spoke again.

    I got a text from Dan last week, he said. Mr Donovan.

    Lucky you, I said. Where is he?

    Beautiful Seattle Oregon, he said. In a forest.

    He parked down the road from the house and we sat in the dark for a bit.

    You know Christian, I am kinda jealous of Dan, and tonight, well, I’m kinda jealous of Tanya. Never saw that one coming.

    He guffawed.

    I reached over and kissed him. God, he was a big man, and his stubble hurt. His arms were fuckin huge man.

    We could get in the back of the car, I said quietly.

    On your own doorstep? Wont your Mom be out walking the dog or something?

    We don’t have a dog, I laughed.

    And is n’t once a night enough for you? You do know we were spying on you and Tanya on the verandah don’t you? We saw it. We took bets on how long it would take for her to nail you. Ben filmed it, just warning you.

    Was I one dumb fucker.

    Not at all. Tanya is a very attractive woman and very persuasive, and fuck, most of us have all been there. When she was Tom too. But hey, tonight I think you should go home now and have a shower. You kinda stink like the alley behind a bar I used to frequent when I was young and single, and wore out the knees on my jeans from blowing so many guys.

    He leant over and kissed me sweetly and gently and tousled my hair.

    Goodnight cowboy. Sweet dreams.

    I kissed him back and rubbed my hand on the hairy back of his neck.

    Fuck Pat, I want to fuck you right now.

    Again? He laughed. Not that I am not grateful. But I’ve got Ben waiting for me at home, and fuck, we’re married you know?

    All the same I stuck my hand down into his shorts and felt his hard cock and he made little pleased noises as I jerked him off. I got my shorts down too and he returned the favour.

    So we just sat in his car in the dark with my neighbours’ house lights on and jerked one another off, our cocks reacting as if they had been untouched for some days, instead of a few hours.

    It was quick and energetic and we came together – blasting out in unison and the cum went fuck knows where in the car. Some wiping would be required.

    Oh Christian, Mr Herlihy mumbled, and I finished his sentence for him – yeah I know I am a really bad boy.

    Mom was still up and stuck the meatballs in the microwave when I told her the dinner had been vegan. She was pleased when I ate them up, with extra parmesan.

    She kissed the top of my head.

    You know Christian, you are a mystery to me. If I did not know you better, I’d say you’ve got some girl out there you are sweet on, and you’ve been meeting her. Am I right?

    Aw Mom, I said, you think too much, I’ve just been hanging out with my teacher. Meatballs great. Delicious. I love them.

    And I thought about cumming up Mr Herlihy’s ass.

    Again.

    Soon.

  • From Campus to Camera

    Apologies for the very long break in chapters, I’ve had a few mental health struggles again and lacked any motivation to write and even then this chapter was WEEKS in the making, I’m hopeful that things will be better and should be producing more soon. Appreciate the patience and all the support I get.


    Back Home

    The atmosphere around the house can only be described as weird because it’s obvious that Mum doesn’t know anything about the porn or how me and Tyson get along and is just excited to see me and thinks everything is ok after the fire.

    My brother on the other hand knows just about everything going on but he doesn’t want to make a scene or say anything to make things okay even though it’s quite obvious that they aren’t ok well to at least him and a few around town.

    The fact Tom had to make a pointed comment about how he disapproved of my move with how much it annoyed Mum tells of how weird things are in the situation because Tom is now putting in this over-the-top fakery of being nice and wondering how things are going before he heads up the driveway to his place.

    Mum heads out to feed the Chickens and I decide to follow her out to help and get back into the groove of working on the farm as I change into some of the old farm clothes that Mum kept in my old wardrobe as I follow a bit behind her as I realise how much I hated the chickens and how messy they are.

    “I definitely didn’t miss this” I say as Mum turns around surprised to see me there as not even Tom wants anything to do with cleaning up after the chickens.

    “Scott! You didn’t need to come out here and do this with me you should just lay down and rest” she says as I shake my head because I told her that I want to help while I’m here.

    I look at her as I’m picking up some of the eggs the hens have laid “I wanted to come out here and help because this is who I am just because I live in the city, it never changes my love for the farm even if the Chickens are a mess.”

    Mum smiles and I can see how happy she is by the look on her face though if she knew everything I don’t think she would be anywhere close to being happy with me keeping everything a secret from her about doing porn and the money issues but I’m happy with what I did and the decision I made.

    The chickens are fun to be around again even if I’m like a stranger to most of them wanting to peck at me when I try to help them and help Mum clean up. “I hope you didn’t think that you needed to come out here because of what your brother was ranting about and that you had to prove a point.”

    I shake my head at Mum as she says that because what Tom had to say had nothing to do with me coming out to help because my aim when I’m here at home is to be as much help as I can.

    “Do you think I care about what Tom or anyone else thinks about me or what I do?” I say even though I do and the reaction hurts especially after what Tom had to say to me down the phone the other morning when he wanted to tell me he knew about the porn.

    Mum nods her head and being outside of her I think does a lot of good for the two of us but I see it as an opportunity to get a more accurate idea of what she thinks of Tyson and the idea of us two even though I haven’t even convinced myself of what the feelings are and whether they are genuine.

    “So I know you only met him for a few minutes on the video chat that night but what do you think of Tyson? I only ask because I want to make sure you know that I’ve got a stable network around me when I get home because I know it’s something that probably worries you” I say when I don’t know if Mum has any suspicions when I ask the question but it’s just me asking about my best friend.

    Mum looks across at me as what she is about to say could worry me “I didn’t get that long to talk to him but he seemed really nice and cared about you so that’s all a mother could ask for.” H

    As she says that I can tell there is some underlying reservation in her voice that I want to push to know what is wrong but at the same time I know pushing the issue won’t give me anything good right now.

    Finishing up with the chickens, we wander back to the house as Mum seems to be ok but I can tell after bringing up Tyson and her questions about life back in the city that something is wrong and it makes me worried that she senses or knows something else might be going on that she doesn’t want to mention.

    “Is there something else Mum? You just seem a bit put off when I talk about living in the city out east and everything like that especially when I talk about Tyson.”

    Mum is pretty quiet and gives me short answers which is when I know something is bothering her or has bothered her but she doesn’t want to talk about it. “Nope nothing” she says as I can really tell that something has bothered her as we head inside and starts cooking dinner because she insists that for my first night back we have to have a family dinner.

    The idea of having a whole family dinner is annoying and they are never fun because Tom’s wife Ashley is a total bitch and always has been to me for as long as I’ve known her because I never let her get away with all the bullshit conspiracy nonsense that she sprouts which is probably why her and Tom get on so well.

    Standing in my bedroom, I can hear the kids run down the driveway past my room before hearing Tom and Ashley coming down slowly talking as if he has to give her the instructions on how to behave tonight for dinner. “Mum doesn’t know anything so we’ve got to make sure that she doesn’t find out he’s a faggot”

    I get annoyed as he says that loud enough to hear in the window clearly forgetting my bedroom is right next to where they have to walk past to get to the front door but I say quiet so I can try to hear them talk.

    “Is having him here even a good idea? I mean it’s normal to start with but what happens when he’s around Noah and Jacob.” Ash is talking about me as if I’m some evil monster that is going to do some unspeakable things to the kids and push some agenda when really I can’t even convince myself of how to think about things.

    I hear Tom raise the seriousness of his tone “Ash, don’t be so stupid, this is my little bro we’re talking about and I might hate that Scott’s a fag and what he does isn’t normal… but I still care about him a lot and Mum so DON’T make a scene tonight”

    Listening to Tom makes me frustrated that he wants to defend me to Ashley away from my face even if he doesn’t like my choices and says that he cares about me but then to my face wants to be nasty about things when he tells me he doesn’t care.

    I make sure they know I didn’t hear them and change back into the clothes I flew here in and wander out to the living room wondering what reaction I get as Noah and Jacob come through the door and see me with great excitement and rush to hug me.

    “UNCLE SCOTT” they rush over as Ash walks in the door and glares at me but doesn’t say anything at least which is a positive as she walks into the kitchen and sees Mum to help her get dinner organised.

    Tom walks in and smiles at seeing the boys talking to me which annoys me even more, especially after what he has said to me.

    “Did you bring anything for us?” they ask as I shake my head. “Not really this time because I was in a rush to get here, unless you want my napkin from Denver,” I say as they screw their faces up at getting probably the worst souvenir possible.

    The three of us sit down as I get to know what is going on in their lives but mostly at school trying to make sure that if Ash hears anything she can’t really complain and Tom knows that there isn’t anything going on even though he trusts me.

    “Poppy Bobby got me a rifle and he’s teaching me to shoot” I roll my eyes as Noah says that as I hate the idea of anyone under 18 having a gun but let alone them being Under 10 and learning to shoot and taught that guns are the most important thing.

    I bite my tongue as Ash comes back and sits with the boys really closely like I’m about to kidnap them despite them having been sitting and talking to me with Tom in the room.

    The next 20 minutes is really awkward until Mum calls us all in for dinner and she has everything on the table like the old days when we would have a family dinner and the spot Dad would always sit is left empty and it feels weird.

    “You didn’t need to do all this Mum” I say as Tom agrees but Mum is adamant that the first night I’m back had to be special with her meatloaf being the star attraction at dinner.

    Things are pretty civil and calm like the old days until Ash’s two brain cells disconnect and opens her big mouth “So what is happening now that you’re not working at the bar Scott now that it closed” as I put my hand over my face knowing that I was hoping nobody would say anything and I can see the unimpressed look on Tom’s face as Ash says that and Mum puts her fork down.

    “You told me that work has kept you busy and surviving out there, how are you paying for everything’ Mum is in a panic as I am too but more because I might have to say something about what I was doing despite trying to keep everything quiet for as long as possible.

    I look at Mum “Well the thing actually is…” I stop before Tom jumps in. “Ash is just confused, I told her Scott was worried they were closing with some other places closing down, remember I told you that he was fine.”

    Tom covers for me as Ash nods and acts dumb which isn’t a total act in all honesty but Mum still doesn’t look convinced as I reassure them that nothing has happened despite what Ash said being true about losing my job.

    The rest of dinner goes out without any hitches though there is this weird sort of tension in the air as though I can see Tom’s face brimming with frustration as everything I’m saying is an outright lie and he knows it not wanting to create a scene.

    Mum and Ash clean up as it’s the boys’ job to help Grandma wash and dry up before they head back to their house with Ash as I head to my room and Tom follows me in and closes the door as this is going to be an awkward chat especially as I haven’t told him about the job.

    “I wasn’t expecting you to cover for me like that” Tom puts his hand up to stop me talking as I say that.

    I can see him trying to control his temper as he doesn’t want to raise his voice and attract attention from Mum.  “I didn’t do it for you alright? Get it straight… wait you can’t be straight but right now this is about Mum and showing we’re a family and I don’t want to make this any harder on her right now even though I’m going to be in trouble once she finds out.”

    I nod my head as Tom says that but he looks straight at me and points into my chest “This doesn’t need to go any further if you come back and tell Mum that you’re place is here on the farm and not over east, you want to be here with the family living our life not that shit you do.

    Rolling my eyes at Tom was probably not the best idea as Tom grabs me and gets close to my face so that I can smell dinner on his breath “DON’T FUCKING ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME” he says as he holds me and I nod.

    “You could’ve just stayed here but no you have to show that you are so special and better than everyone and could have made this situation so much easier than you have without these lies”.

    I nod my head because Tom is actually partly right in that I should have been upfront about everything to Mum but I couldn’t put that worry back into her.

    “As soon as the car issue happened, I rang Uncle Simon for advice and he helped me and I told Mum straight away and even though I didn’t tell her about how bad the apartment and where I lived was she knew about the fire as soon as I told her PLUS I made sure she knew Tyson was a good person and she felt comfortable because…”

    Tom stops me from talking as he scoffs “Oh yeah, that gay porn star faggot is really a good person and someone you want to be around… guess that whole salon story is a load of shit”.

    I groan as this has nothing to do with Tyson because these are my decisions not his “Tyson is a better person than you or I could ever be, if you knew what he has been through then you know how much of a decent guy he is and for the record, the salon is his 9-5 job which he’s good at.”

    I don’t know if Tom is trying to deliberately not get it or he just doesn’t understand but I can see his thinking going overtime as the situation hits this eerie sense of calm as he stops and I hope for the moment that this at least defuses tensions.

    Tom stands there awkwardly as we both hear footsteps coming down the hall and he hugs me and puts on this whole act of showing to Mum that we’re all good and he just wanted to make sure that I am alright as he walks out and tells her he’ll do everything around the farm in the morning so she can just take her time in the morning.

    “Was everything ok in there?” Mum asks as I nod my head and try to reassure her that everything is ok between me and Tom which I don’t know if she fully believes but at the same time, she lets it go knowing that I’m tired as I make the excuse that I just need to have a shower and go to bed.

    I do that and only spend a few minutes in the shower before saying good night to Mum who is just listening to one of her audiobooks and I head to bed pretty tired though want to at least video call Tyson after I told him that I would call him when I texted this afternoon.

    Tyson: “Wow you look exhausted”

    Me: “Oh wow, who’d have thought that after two long flights and a family reunion that was close enough to hell”

    Tyson: “Ok fair enough… you do have an excuse but it’s nice to see you alive”

    Me: “With the reception, I got from my cousin it’s a wonder, he wanted to shirt-grab me and tell me how disgusted he was with everything”

    Tyson: “Oh fuck sake, it’s fucking sex… get the fuck over it”

    Me: “This is a guy who thinks shooting something makes him one of the great achievers in life so you can’t expect much”

    Tyson: “Well that’s North Dakota for you”

    Me: “Hey… that’s not fair… despite being so right”

    Me: “What are you up to tonight? Or do I want to know with that shirtless sweaty body”

    Tyson: “I was down in the gym before that’s all”

    Tyson lowers his camera to show that he’s in bed not doing anything suspicious though it’s not exactly comforting because he can easily lose his pants once he’s in bed.

    Me: “You aren’t really hiding that you don’t have Cam or anyone in the apartment with you”

    Tyson: “Jeez don’t trust me”

    Me: “More wishing I could just be there with you because I mean I love my family but somehow it doesn’t feel like home without having you around”

    Tyson: “Or do you miss this?”

    Tyson lifts up his pants and shows his cock to me as I can feel my own cock growing looking at it as I roll my eyes

    Me: “Put that away alright? I’m already walking on thin ice as it is because my brother knows about the porn…”

    Tyson: “How the hell does he know?”

    Me: “Actually… that’s a good question, I should actually ask him tomorrow because it never actually came into my head to know how he found out”

    Tyson: “Just try not to create more of a mess because sounds like that tempers and fuses are short”

    Me: “Yeah, if I don’t think that situation is good enough I’m not going to take things too far and let hell break loose, especially this week”

    Tyson: “Good boy, well as long as I see you back here next week ok, I won’t feel totally comfortable until I put my arms around you”

    Me: “Naww that sounds like you miss me”

    Tyson: “Of course I do, to have the empty apartment isn’t fun… that’s it”

    Me: “Oh really, you only miss me because you have nobody to fill the apartment… well then I miss you because I don’t have the apartment’

    I teasingly blow Tyson a kiss as I shut off the video call and realise that even though I only saw him this morning when I left, I realise how much I actually have come to rely on him like a brother or as some people would probably call it like a boyfriend if they saw how quickly we bonded together.

    Falling asleep pretty quickly, any sort of worry and panic that I have completely dissipated because I’m just too tired even though by standards of being back at the apartment I’d never be close to going to bed but everyone is always up early to do everything around the farm.

    It’s just after 7 am when I get woken up by the loud sound of Tom on the tractor carrying hay as I look out the window and see everybody already working even Jacob and Noah have to pitch in before they go to school as they are collecting eggs in the chickens as I get up and put on a pair of pants and t-shirt before heading outside.

    “Look Uncle Scott” the boys are so proud of themselves and the love they show for me is one of the things that makes this whole situation even more difficult because I know that they care for me and hearing Tom saying that he did even though he won’t say it to my face.

    Ash wanders over and grabs the boys “There’s some more stuff up here to do” she says glaring at me and before the boys can tell me about the eggs they found as I just roll my eyes as Mum comes down fussing over me telling me that I just need to go back inside and get myself breakfast and not worry about working on the farm.

    I shake my head and tell her that I want to help but she’s insistent that I don’t do anything until I’ve had something to eat because in her words she doesn’t want me passing out from a lack of food but that’s nothing to worry about, especially in filming to make sure I’m not bloated or anything.

    Heading inside, I walk around the house looking at all the old family pictures as it brings up so many different memories inside me about how good times were as a family when Dad was well and puts into perspective about life at the moment.

    Sitting at the table we have for breakfast, I’m trying to figure out what is going in my head because I miss and love my family every day but at the same time since moving east there has been a whole new world that has opened up for me with so many opportunities. The opportunities after moving have been phenomenal and I have learnt so much about people, the world and just myself because I know having stayed here I’d have been so much worse off because I was always the one who wanted to explore and holidays that were 2 hours down the road weren’t that exciting.

    I finish up breakfast as Tom walks through the door “Scott, can I use your help moving the feed” he says as I put on the boots and head out following him. The two of us are alone which gives me the perfect opportunity to ask him how he found out but at the same time, I don’t know if I can.

    He doesn’t say two words to me as he walks with me I decide that I’m going to start the conversation but not with what I really want to ask “Can you ask Ash to stop treating me like I’m some sort of foreign alien please, the boys were talking to me and she just grabbed them mid-sentence and rushed them away from me.”

    Tom looks at me and just nods his head “I’ll talk to her again but at the same point you have to know why she is like that.” I nod my head and think that this is probably a loose way of bringing up the conversation because he said it.

    “Speaking of that issue… how did you even find out? Like are you into that?” Tom starts to shape up at me and I don’t know whether he wants to hit me but I realise that I struck a nerve so maybe Tom is hiding that he’s a closeted gay boy even though I know really it’s just a suggestion.

    Tom drops the attitude “Tim showed me the picture and I don’t know how he got it but he recognised it was you straight away and showed me which is why I confronted you about it because…”

    There is something weird about Tom now that I’m here because he was so confrontational on the phone and nasty and even though he’s making some comments to me here since I’m here he hasn’t been anything like I thought he would even if it is just as he said for Mum’s sake.

    As we start moving the feed, Tom starts and stops trying to get his sentence out before I take control “Just say what you think, Mum isn’t around and I’m not a child because you don’t need to worry about me running off and complaining, I’m an adult and you’ve already said some pretty nasty shit to me on the phone.”

    Tom sighs and nods his head almost regretful that he did that as I can’t get a sense of him acting so strange because he has gone from being hateful and telling me not to ever come back and so angry to being more just disappointed.

    “Yeah because it was fucking embarrassing finding out about your brother down on his knees sucking on some faggots cock” Tom says as he is clearly trying to control himself and I can tell that there are some differing emotions in his head because he is angry but I can’t work him out.

    The tension between us is one where Tom could just explode in anger at any second where I can feel him holding something deep in but at the same time, I feel that he could at the same time be close to just pulling me in to give me a hug so who knows what is going to happen.

    The two of us work to move the feed into the storage shed for a while as Mum is heading off into town leaving Tom and I on my own as I decide to push him more to know what he really thinks about everything.

    “Why did you have to get so damn nasty to me on the phone?” I say as Tom stops in his tracks and takes off his gloves and I can see him getting upset. “You really want to know? Because you’ve always been this fucking prince of this family better than anyone else and to sit there while people are spreading pictures of your little brother with some cock in his mouth like a little faggot living a whole different life like he’s ashamed of who he is… that’s what makes me so angry and then you come back here like nothing has happened.”

    The two of us stand there almost like we’re about to come to blows here as what he says hurts because it wasn’t anything like that “I don’t know what the fuck you think about me ever thinking that I’ve been better than this family because I haven’t and I tell you every single time that I don’t think I’m better because everything I do is with the family in mind” I say sighing as this conversation feels like on repeat.

    “The whole thing has been because I thought of the family, if Dad had a single doctor in town then he could have got help much quicker and the damage that happened didn’t need to if we had a Doctor, I know that sounds weird but it made me want to be a doctor and help people in the same way,” I say pleading and starting to cry.

    Tom looks at me with no real reaction “Yeah, there was the opportunity to go east because there was nowhere near by and you helped me move there but where I stayed had Drug dealers and all sorts of stuff going on that I never told Mum about because it would cause more worries” I say as Tom folds his arms as he stands there and listens before gesturing we sit down on the old bench we have near the shed.

    “It was just a spiral of things because I know that Mum was so proud of what I was doing and so was Dad because they wanted me to make a difference but when I lost the job at the bar, my car completely shit itself I couldn’t admit to anyone how much of a failure that I was and Mum would have sent me money or organised a new car when I know how much she is struggling that I got the porn job,” I say explaining the situation for the first time as Tom nods his head not giving me any reaction.

    I take a deep breath before trying to continue the story “I was reluctant but my bank account was pretty much getting to zero and the porn wasn’t the ideal way but I didn’t have much choice and honestly it helped me actually learn more about myself and I got to learn a lot and when the fire happened, I actually had a friend who could help me and that’s what Tyson is.”

    Tom doesn’t understand at all and I don’t expect him to which is fine but I just want him to realise that this doesn’t change me at all because I’m not ashamed of where I come from or my family and the fact is that’s what makes me who I am.

    The two of us walk up to the house as I look at him “I don’t expect you to be celebrating what I do or even give me your total support but just to understand and maybe not be so hateful”

    Tom nods his head “It just isn’t normal Scott… but  I guess I can at the very least try” he says as he goes back up to his place as I have no idea whether he will actually do anything to think about it but at least the truce is in place for now and I know that I’m hardly going to win the whole argument with the town and everyone at home.

  • Doghood

    Dog show part 3

    *knock knock knock*

    Brian went to the door looking into the peep hole seeing room service standing outside the hall with a cart. He opened the door greeting the staff member.

    “Hello, leave that cart at the end of the hall, that’ll be all.” Brian ordered.

    As the staff member left the room he closed and locked the door. Ordering champan and fresh strawberries he was excited to meet Gunter who had caught his eye. Dingus laid in a large fluffy dog bed with his leash tethering him to it thinking about Rex. In the beginning of his training Brian hadn’t really been affectionate towards him, most of his attention was one that you’d give to a property not a person. However, with Rex, Dingus felt strange about him that filled his stomach with butterflies thinking about their kiss.

    “Knock knock*

    11:02pm. Perfect. Brian went to the door looking through the eye hole he saw Gunter outside standing with Rex at this side. He opened the door.

    “Hello Lord Gunter, it’s great to see you again.” Said Brian.

    “Likewise, I brought Rex with me. I hope that is alright with you?” asked Gunter.

    “Of course it is, please come in.” Brian stepped out of the way letting Gunter enter.

    “In fact, I was hoping you brought him with. After we saw them sharing a kiss, I thought it would be great to have them spend more time together.” Brian continued.

    “That was my thought exactly.” Gunter replied.

    Under the service cart Brian pulled out an extra-large fluffy dog bed and placed it next to Dingus. Gunter locked Rex’s leash to the wall next to Dingus.

    “Thank you, even though Rex is just my dog I do care about him. It’s great to know that you were considerate enough to make space for him.” Gunter spoke.

    Brian pulled out a bottle of champane and opened it pouring himself and Gunter a drink. Both of them took their shoes off as Brian waited to give him his drink.

    “Here, a toast to new friends.” Brian handed him the drink.

    “To new friends and maybe more.” Gunter replied with a smile.

    Both took a sip watching each other with lust.

    “You’re the new initiate so I will explain a few things before we continue.” Placing his drink down, Gunter removes his mask.

    Brian stared at him with awe as he was breathtaking seeing what he looked like under his mask. Following his lead, Brian removed his mask as well. Gunter just stared at Brian as he was star struck at how young yet mature he looked. Both lust and something more stirred in them.

    “Ahem.” Gunter brought himself back on track.

    “As you are aware privacy is important to us, I haven’t even officially met half of the other members or know what they look like since my initiation 5 years ago. When I saw you with your pet, I felt a connection with you and agreed to meet you because, well, I like you. I hope that I am not being too forward, but I wanted to make this clear as tomorrow’s initiation we might not get as much time to chat. You have seen my face; I trust in you that you will be discreet about who I am moving forward. Rumors and disloyalty in our club is taboo with some even considering it a betrayal of the whole group not just of the one being spoken about. We look out and protect each other as family.”

     Gunter spoke with a firm tone.

    Brian took a step forward almost an inch away from his face. He placed his hands on his hip holding him. Bringing him closer to his body.

    “Thank you for letting me know and I promise you that I will respect your privacy. I like you very much as well.” Brain spoke in a low sultry voice.

    Blushing Gunter was taken back by. He placed his hands on his chest and shoulders as Brian leaned in and kissed Gunter on the lips. Kissing him back they both begin to kiss each other passionately.

    In the background Dingus and Rex watched as their Masters kissed. Rex looked over at Dingus and moved closer to him leaning in he nuzzled his face. Dingus blushed hard as he was not used to this, especially now as he served as Master Brian’s dog. Although Rex wouldn’t speak, he knew that Dingus was new to this. Getting more aggressive, Rex started to wrestle with Dingus pinning him down on his back. He got on top of him and stared down with his honey brown eyes. Using his face Rex pushed aside the leather muzzle and begun to make out pushing his tongue deep into Dingus’s mouth. With his bitch suit still intact Dingus was in no position to resist or move. Even with Rex being aggressive he kissed him tenderly pushing with his muscular body he held back not to scare Dingus, instead he cuddled Dingus like a lover. Dingus felt overwhelmed but not because of Rex, rather at his gentle approach, he was not used to kissing or being kissed since Brian took ownership. Inside of his chastity his dick grew hard as did Rex. Lowering his hips Rex rubbed his bulge over his cage feeling it throb.

    “My my, look what we have here.” Brian spoke.

    Both Gunter and Brian looked over their slaves as they kissed for several minutes.

    “Looks like we have some horny pups on our hands.” Gunter laughed.

    “I think that since he is already on the bottom that Dingus should become Rex’s bitch. What do you think, Gunter?” Brian asked.

    “I couldn’t agree more, but they should be some rules.” Gunter replied.

    “Alright Rex, you are allowed to play with Dingus and use him as your bitch but he is not allowed to cum. Is that alright with you?” Brian looked at Gunter.

    “Of course, now Rex you are allowed to cum but since you are the alpha you need to make sure that you don’t make a mess and that your bitch cleans you. Understood?” Gunter commanded.

    Rex let out a loud bark confirming his understanding. Brian removed the muzzle off Dingus and stroked the side of his head.

    “Looks like you got the short end of stick here pup! You’re going to be the Dame to this handsome Stud. I want you to behave and be a good bitch, understood?” Brian commanded.

    “Oh, before I forget, one last rule. Dingus is not allowed to be breed with his hole, but you are free to use his mouth however you see fit.” Brian winked at them.

    Dingus let out a low bark. Nervous about what Rex had in mind for him. Walking towards Gunter, Brian placed his hand behind his neck massaging him as he finished his glass of champan.

    “Now that we set some ground rules, how about we head to bed and have some fun ourselves?” Brian flirted with Gunter.

    “I thought you’d never ask.” Gunter replied.

    Both of them undressed each other as they made out touching and playing with each other’s bodies. As they went to bed the light went out, almost plunging them into darkness. Their eyes adjusted as low lights from the dresser lamps provided ambiance, setting the mood.

                   Rex is in heat as he turned back to face Dingus, with his face he nuzzled his cheeks attempting to let him know that he would do his best to be gentle with his bitch. Nervous Dingus felt a bit more at ease as he initiated a kiss, licking and showing Rex that he was ready. They both made out for a while before stopping. Rex pulled away slowly turning his body 180 degrees so that they were in a 69 position. Adjusting his lead, Rex lowered his bulging leather cod piece into Dingus’s face rubbing and humping his junk all over Dingus. The smell of musk and leather was light as Dingus used his teeth and tongue to push the pouch holding his cock off to the side revealing Rex’s large balls and uncut cock. His pubes were neatly trimmed yet still showing his thick black hair covering his impressive piece. Titanium rings encircled the base of his cock and balls with another pair tightly wrapped around his balls forcing them down. They looked like two extra large eggs nestled inside a thin leather bag. Dingus inhaled the strong smell of leather and musk as his cock engorged sticking straight out pushing the foreskin back showing a large pink head throbbing at its freedom. Rex tea bagged his face rubbing his balls and cock all over Dingus’s face. Without hesitation Dingus licked, kissed and nuzzled his crotch. Horny and leaking cum Rex pushed his face into Dingus’s crotch feeling his caged dick struggle to get hard. Pushing the pouch to the side Rex licked and gently sucked his caged dick through the bars of the device making sure he didn’t accidently cum. Quickly inhaling Dingus was taken back from the wave of pleasure his poor dick was getting after spending so much time being neglected. Taking advantage of his reaction, Rex slid his 7 ½ inch cock into his mouth slowly riding his throat like a real pussy. With his training he had spent time worshipping and pleasing his Master so taking his cock wasn’t hard but the surprise cause him to bite down. Rex grunted with displeasure as Dingus realized his mistake and quickly opened his mouth to accommodate his Alpha. Using his paws, Rex opened Dingus’s legs engulfing his balls in his mouth and gently applied pressure punishing Dingus for his mistake. Dingus grunted as his eyes welled up from the pain. Thrusting his hips Rex started to fuck his throat sliding his meat deep and pulling out giving him a few seconds to breath before pushing back in. Feeling his throat open accepting Rex he let up on Dingus’s balls, licking and sucking on his cage again bringing relief and pleasure to his bitch. On his back Dingus was used to having his throat violated but having another human dog use him like this made him feel lower than how he had first felt with Master Brian. Regardless of this new level of shame, a sense of pride washed over him as he listened to Rex’s moans and grunts as every thrust of his cock penetrated his throat. Rex was in complete bliss as he started to become more aggressive rapping his bitches throat with gusto. His balls trapped unable to retract slapped Dingus’s forehead over and over as they desperately wanted to release his cum. Soon the pace quickened as Rex was close, Unable to catch his breath anymore Dingus held his breath allowing Rex undisturbed access to his throat to deposit his load. The feeling of warm liquid streamed down his throat as Rex let out a load moan almost crying at the orgasmic release of pleasure. Like an engine shutting down, Rex’s pace slowed as his last few thrusts pushed his load down and his last few drops of cum came out. With his last push his fat cock twitched inside his throat. Slowly pulling out, Dingus tightly sealed his lips around his shaft cleaning any remaining cum. Rex grunted as his sensitive cock was embraced by his throat, mouth and lips. As he exited, Dingus took a deep inhale catching his breath and taking in the strong smell of saliva, musk and cum. His mouth was covered in the salty liquid swallowing what remained, making sure to not spill. As they both reeled in from their escapade, Rex’s body was spent as he collapsed on top of Dingus pinning his smaller framed body covering him with his larger brawny body. In-between his leg and cock, Dingus’s face was trapped as he felt Rex’s sweaty body smother him. Using his paws he wrapped his arms around Dingus’s butt and used his lower abdomen and crotch as a pillow. Dingus was able to hear faint snoring as Rex had passed out. In the background he could also hear his Master and Gunter moaning as they were both still at it. He tried to wiggle to get a better position to sleep but the weight of Rex and his bitch suit prevented him from being able to do anything. Accepting his fate his mind wandered as his eyelids drooped, drifting him off to sleep.

                     Slowly waking up the lights from the window poured into Dingus’s eyes as he opened them. A familiar smell of Master’s feet filled his nose as he noticed Brian’s foot in his face with his toes in between his nose. The light but tangy smell brought a sense of comfort as he felt Brian’s other foot rubbing his stomach.

    “Wakey wakey eggs and bakey, pup!” Brian’s voice was chipper.

    “Looks like we both had some fun last night, huh? I am proud of you pup, you not only set a great Impression on both Rex and Gunter, but you also didn’t cum like I ordered! Such a good boy, Dingus.” Brian praised his pup.

    Even with the little sleep he got listening to him praise him made him feel strangely good inside.

    “You’re such a naughty lil’ pup, huh? You know ever since I saw you at the office, I knew that you were just acting like a superior guy but really deep down you are just an animal made to be ruled.”

    Brian continued to play with his nose with his toes making sure that he got his scent all over his dog. With his other foot he glided over to Dingus’s caged dick and started to rub his foot forcing him to get hard, teasing his pathetic horny pup. “I mean look at you now, at the feet of another man getting hard by simple smelling his rank foot! Truly pathetic! But don’t let that get you down cause this is how I like you, pup, this is exactly how you are meant to be to superior men like me.” Brian smirked letting out a chuckle as he felt the dick of his pup attempting to break free of his metal confinement.

    Lifting his foot up he noticed that a slimly rope of precum glistened on his sole. “Uh oh, looks like someone made a mess. Clean it, Dingus.” Brian ordered.

                   Living under his constant oppression, Dingus learned to not just obey his Master but enjoyed the degrading way he treated him. “FUCK! Why am I getting so hard now.” Dingus thought to himself as he licked the precum that was slathered on his Master’s sole. The smell and taste of his owner was almost addictive as he ran his tongue up and down Brian’s arched foot. His large feet were wide and beefy with some rough spots at his heel but otherwise smooth. Like a stud in heat Dingus started to hump the air desperately trying to relieve his raging hard-on.

    Satisfied with his work Brian removed his foot and tapped his forehead. “Bad dog, you’re not a stud anymore remember? Rex bred that mouth of yours last night and that makes you a dame now. I think it suits you much better to be a bitch!”

    Whining, Dingus blushed at his owner’s remarks about how Rex used his throat last night. “But I don’t want to BE A BITCH!”

    “Now now, Dingus no need to whine like a brat. You don’t get to make choices anymore cause you’re not a person, you are a dog, and dogs don’t command they obey.” With some force he pushed Dingus’s head down with his foot almost eclipsing the side of his head. “Now, I am off to shower. Stay here and rest for a bit longer I want you in tip top shape for tonight!”

    As he laid on his back Dingus couldn’t help but wonder. “Damn, what is this power that he has over me that I can’t help but submit to. Why am I enjoying being his dog!” Turning to his side, Dingus slept as his thoughts ran away with his dreams.

    *********************************************************************************************

                   Shaking Dingus with his foot, Brain looked down at his pup naked and locked under extreme bondage. “Wake up Dingus!”

    Dingus was groggy but felt a bit more refreshed. Looking up at his Master who was now fully dressed in white short shorts, a brown belt and a red cotton thin short sleeve button-up shirt that screamed country club. With his hair gelled and styled he looked like a model for a clothing brand. “Alright Dingus, up!”

    Standing up Dingus shook his body like a dog and faced his Master like he was taught. Brian unhooked his leash and took him to the table for breakfast. “Sit boy, put your paws on my lap.” Brain ordered.

    Sitting at his feet Dingus placed his paws on his lap looking up. Brian grabbed a bowl with a spoonful of oatmeal and fruit. Dingus opened his mouth and swallowed the spoonful savoring the taste as his mouth watered from food that wasn’t bland. “Today we are going to the pool to meet some new people and relax cause tonight we are participating in a Dog show of sorts.” Dingus listened as he was spoon fed his meal. “Your job is to be on your best behavior and do what I command without hesitation. For the past months I’ve trained you for this moment, so you don’t need to worry about anything except to listen and obey. Understood?” Dingus nodded his head and let out a bark opening his mouth wide for another spoonful of the fruit & maple flavored oatmeal. Smiling, he continued to feed his dog excited for things to come.   

  • Bodybuilder Bi-Barbeque

    Part One

    After working out I would always hit the gym’s jacuzzi–and usually Julio, Jerome and Tim did the same. We weren’t really friends–just four guys who’d come to rely on each other for spotting and occasional assists. No one else nearby was built or experienced enough to trust that way. But after a while it became usual for us to arrive at the same time and finish our workouts with a good hot soak. Any talk centered around advice and comments on how we were doing in our routines. So it was a total 180 for me to suggest we break in the new cabin I’d recently rented in the hills outside the city.

    Julio was the most private of all of us, saying little if anything, ever at all. Born in Brazil, he was tall and acted tough—the very embodiment of the strong, silent type.

    “I can’t. Brenda has plans for the weekend,” he said without emotion. He looked at Tim as if passing the ball.

    “Jeez, Todd, I dunno–Shiela says I gotta clean out the basement–her mother’s coming.” His rancher-boy face looked even younger now that his blond hair had been buzzed. Below that face was a gymnast-type body so muscular, no one would dream of taking advantage of his cornfed looks.

    ‘Brenda’–‘Shiela’–it was news to me these guys were even attached! It took my little cabin invite to discover even that much.

    “Shit–my woman got plans–she always got plans for my black ass,” Jerome’s voice boomed against the tiled walls, his mammoth body dwarfing the tub. “–but here’s the thing, brothas—I’m th’ man—you feel me?—and I want t’go see Todd’s place.” He broke into a dazzling smile, his wide lips forming dimples in his high-cheekbone face. “So here’s a question for you boys . . . “

    Tim, Julio and I looked at him with utter surprise–it was the most Jerome had ever spoken, other than to comment on how sore his muscles felt.

    “. . . are yo ‘the man’ with your chicks?”

    Tim was already pink from the jacuzzi, but his face turned bright red. “Sure I am…” He didn’t sound convincing though, and Jerome chuckled, deep and rich.

    “Where is this place?” Julio bypassed Jerome’s challenge. “Does it have running water?”

    “It even has a hot tub–and a river beside it.” I watched Julio’s lady-killer, dark eyes become more interested. “And I’ve got a couple cases of Corona–and steaks, and . . . “

    ” . . . I’m not ruining my whole regimen on beer and steak,” Julio flexed his massive, hairy chest and huge biceps.

    “So??? Don’t! But steak’s protein, brotha’–pure protein . . . ” Jerome’s finger pointed right in his face.

    ” . . . you ever go fishing?” Tim sat up, his gigantic delts gleaming, his smooth, full-sized pecs a marble-like work of art.

    I nodded. “There’s trout–I think Rainbow.”

    “How big?”

    I parted my hands, exaggerating for his benefit (I actually hadn’t the faintest idea).

    “Hmmmm–almost as big as my ‘Black Beauty’,” Jerome reached into the water, feeling up his Speedo, then chuckling.

    Even Julio laughed at that. “OK–but not before eleven–I gotta give Brenda a big present,” he felt up his own crotch, drawing more laughs.

    *********

    It was around 3:00 when they arrived. Being late May, the sun had finally gotten hot enough to sit out on the raised, cedar deck.

    So far the talk had centered around sports, and I was increasingly glad I’d gotten the beer. Without it, I pictured them just sitting there looking out at the woods and river.

    “You want another, Julio?”

    He killed his second and shrugged his huge shoulders. “Why not? I’ve already blown my carb intake for the whole week.”

    “Fuck it, man–you could use some fat on you,” Jerome looked him over. “b’sides, with all that fur, who th’ hell’s gonna know?”

    ‘God. Leave it to Jerome to say something like that’, I thought to myself. All I needed was for them to get into some kind of argument.

    “Fuck,” Julio pawed his red tank top. “I’ve tried shaving it, but my skin’s too tender.” His rugged, dark, unshaven face looked momentarily vulnerable. “Brenda uses that cream shit, but . . . “

    Tim polished off his second Corona. “Jesus–who’d want to shave a chest like that? –I sure wouldn’t.”

    Julio kind of smiled. “Yeah? –she says I look like a sasquatch.”

    “Take it off–we’ll tell you, man–” Jerome nodded over at him.

    I wanted to go get them fresh beers, but this was getting interesting.

    Julio peeled up his tight muscle shirt, his abs rippling as he went. Once off his dark-skinned body, he flexed his huge, hairy pecs, examining them critically.

    “I’d give anything to have a chest like that,” Tim eyed his masculine tits. “it’s a regular forest!”

    “When I see that? –I sees a real man, brotha–with a capital ‘M’.”

    “No shit? –she wants me to at least trim it some,” he ran his fingers through the black field of curls.

    “It always takes a brotha t’appreciate a brotha—you feel me? –all chicks think about is how they look, man!”

    Julio’s dark mahogany physique had few equals–his pecs burst out below his bullneck like two halves of a melon, his dusky areolas the size of dollar coins–smack in the center–his rubbery nubs poking out from the curls.

    “–you’re right–I like having a hairy chest–it feels…I dunno…sexy, or somethin’…”

    It sure as hell looked sexy–every single one of us running our eyes over how his black carpet coated those giant-sized pecs, gathering in the deep valley between and turning to a dusting of hair, which travelled over each ripple of delineated abs, only to re-gather and swirl around Julio’s deep, muscle-stretched navel before trailing in a gathering river down his taut, brown, lower belly.

    There wasn’t an ounce of cushioning anywhere–his mocha skin sheathing his musculature like satin–his biceps like bulging, vein-accented, rolling boulders. Even his big forearms were coated in manly hair.

    None of us actually said out loud we agreed his hairy chest was sexy–but the silence–the way Tim, Jerome and I just sat there gazing at him, sipping our beers–that said it all.

    Feeling the tension–that turned-on, awkward, sexual, silent tension–I got up. “More Coronas?”

    “Um, yeah, sure . . . “ Tim kept looking at Julio, as did Jerome.

    From the kitchen I could hear them start discussing bench presses and dumbbell flys–how Jerome felt he’d reached a plateau–not gaining any muscle lately on his pecs at all. I caught my reflection in the glass door, pausing to size myself up. Of the four of us, I was the oldest–thirty-two–and had been a second-string quarterback in college.

    With the guys’ help, I’d gotten back the physique I once had–and then some–broader shoulders, nice abs, bigger biceps, and kept my strong-jawed, brown-haired good looks from aging.

    “Hey, Todd! –get out here!” I heard Tim call.

    Grabbing the bottles, I found them all shirtless, wearing only their gym shorts.

    “Take it off, man–we’re comparin’ pecs.” Jerome’s naked torso turned my humble lawn chair into a superhero’s throne.

    I handed out the beers, then pulled off my shirt, feeling a bit on display as their eyes gave my body the once-over.

    “See that? –Todd’s are like Tim’s, huh?” Julio said to Jerome, “–and mine are like yours, except yours aren’t hairy.”

    “–and mine’re black, baby–an’ yo’s is mocha.” Jerome felt up his gigantic swells, cupping each mound proudly. “–but yeah, they’s got them slopin’, slab-type kind’a tits–and ours . . . “

    “. . . hell,” Tim swigged his third beer, “–yours put Shiela’s to shame!–I mean, Jesus Christ–they just bounce out there, suspended in space!”

    Jerome’s laugh was deep and full, making him have to get up, lean over the railing and spit onto the lawn.

    “You’re just so damn HUGE–you’ve got it all . . . ” Tim looked at Julio, then Jerome.

    Jerome turned around, spreading his enormous arms out on the railing, his naked torso on display. “Oh yeah? Like what? — What’ve I got, Timboy?” His look was suddenly very serious–challenging–taunting.

    “Jeez–you don’t know? — You guys should be in competition–you’ve got the height, the delts, th’ pecs, th’ biceps–lats–abs–glutes . . . “

    “. . . glutes ???–shi i i i t!–cut th’ bodybuilder jive, man–” Jerome turned his broad, V-shaped back to us. “–what you’re really sayin’ is, you in love wi’ m’ hot, black BOOTY . . .” He suddenly shoved his gym shorts down, mooning Tim–his ebony, bowling-ball, naked butt cheeks framed by his snow-white jock.

    Tim’s farm boy face suddenly turned beet red, drawing hoots of laughter from Julio. “There’s glutes for you, boy! –want’a feel??” Jerome arched his deep-spined back, thrusting his whole, round, shiny-black butt practically in Tim’s face.

    Julio hooted. “Alright! –show it OFF, dude!”

    “Fuck you, brotha!–I ain’t your showboy!–where’s YOUR glutes???”

    Jerome reached back and snapped his jock supports, swinging his hips like a male stripper.

    Suddenly Julio was right up beside him, shoving down his own shorts, his lightly-furred ass bumping Jerome’s.

    Tim’s mouth opened and closed like a landed trout, his face flushed, his big brown eyes staring at their jock-strapped, hunky, naked globes bouncing and smacking.

    Craning his head around, Julio saw the effect their bareassed striptease was having and leaned into Jerome and whispered.

    “You got it, man!” Jerome gave him a brotha grip. The two suddenly turned to face us, Jerome making beatbox percussion through his lips, their heavy white jock-pouches swaying to the beat as they bumped hips and played the role of go-go studs at a private party.

    Tim looked stunned, conflicted, almost paralyzed–his eyes unable to not view the way their beefy pecs jogged and jostled–how their weighty pouches jounced about like cock-and-balls hammocks, the waistbands sagging under the strain, showing glimpses of black pubic bush at the base of their undulating, hard, muscular bellies.

    Getting into Jerome’s lip-buzzing beat, they turned toward each other–slogging their full baskets–occasionally thudding them together.

    Jerome raised his left arm and flexed his giant bicep into polished granite. Laughing, Julio leaned-in and first kissed, then licked the football-sized muscle.

    What started off as a joke–a way of teasing Tim and I–got the better of the two, with Jerome all of a sudden locking his arm over Julio’s handsome head, urging him to really have at his huge muscle.

    Julio seemed to shudder and then slurp the hot, rockhard mountain, his tongue laving its vein-popping strength and power.

    As Tim and I stared in wide-eyed silence, Jerome’s hip-hop buzzing stopped as he reached his free hand down between Julio’s furry-brown thighs, to openly fondle his sex-filled, meshed pouch.

    “You’re a fuckin’ stud down there, huh, man? –son-of-a-bitch! You’re turning me ON doin’ that!”

    Feeling Jerome’s big hand squeezing his basket, Julio’s face moved lower, tonguing Jerome’s huge, glistening pecs, his lips pulling on each fat, erecting nipple.

    “Oh yeah, brotha’–you know HOW, huh?–don’cha’ baby?–shi i i i I t!”

    Jerome’s own jock-pouch grew huge, the unmistakable, angular thrust of his python-sized cock pushing out the mesh. He was throwing a giant rod over having Julio’s hot mouth all over his hot chest.

    “Goddamn!—what you all DOIN’, man??–huh?–Jesus, Julio–yeah!–suck them big black tits!!!”

    Tim stared hypnotically, one hand feeling up his own meaty chest, his other between his blond-furry thighs. Seeing that, I walked up behind him, and, not knowing why–or even what I was doing–let my knuckles lightly graze the back of his bullneck.

    Tim moaned and pushed against them, making me run my knuckles up his nape, then slide my hand down onto his huge, shotput shoulder, feeling the mighty size of it–the power–my fingers daring to move further down onto the swells of his chest.

    Even as I did this, my eyes were fixed on the raunchy scene before me–Jerome pulling out Julio’s elastic waistband, letting the muscled Brazilian’s turned-on rod suddenly spring free.

    “Aww fuck, Julio–FUCK! –” Jerome’s big eyes stared at the flared, dark, slightly-pointed head lancing up through a jungle of cockhair.

    Tim moaned below me, throwing back his head, finding my crotch and rubbing into it, his blond, buzzed scalp massaging my shorts-bound, blood-engorging meat. I moaned too, my hands gripping his jaw, pushing the back of his head deeper into my crotch.

    Julio came off Jerome’s tits–the huge, shiny swells wet with his slobbering, the nipples erected into baby cocks–and roughly shoved Jerome’s jock completely down. “Holy Fuck!” He gasped as ten thick inches of hard, black meat slapped Jerome’s abs, the head a shiny, mauve-toned mushroom, oozing syrup.

    Jerome dug under the waistband to pull his enormous, black balls out over it. “C’mon, baby–show me–lemme see yours.”

    Julio kept staring at Jerome’s throbbing billyclub, quickly pushing his jock down to his ankles. When he stood back up, his own thickly-veined nine-incher swung stiffly up to the left, its deep mahogany, curving shaft capped by an impressive helmet, sunlight glinting off its glassy-taut surface. A gush of thick, curly cockhair wreathed his vee, coating his fat nuts.

    “Aw fuck, man!–look at you, baby!–FUCK!”

    Unable to stand the sweet thrills of Tim’s head rubbing across my cloth-trapped cock, I peeled both shorts and jockstrap down my hairy thighs and right off my bare feet. Naked and horny as hell, I thrust my eight-inch throbber up the back of Tim’s muscular neck.

    Staring at the lewd display of Julio and Jerome’s naked cocks and balls, Tim let out a groan, feeling my bare dick thumping up his neck and scalp. His hands came behind the chair, pulling my thighs into him, my aching rod skating out past his cute ear, my big skin-blessed nuts flopping over his shoulder.

    “Oh yeah!–uh HUH!–we’s all horny now, huh?—muscle-fuckin’ horny!!–some brotha’ luv goin’ down . . . ” Jerome’s giant hardon swooped out, slapping his abs as he headed right for Tim. Squatting down, he grabbed Tim’s gym shorts and stripped the cute stud bareassed.

    Tim’s pink, seven inch, beer can whopper sprang out of his dark blond bush like a mushroom-capped Bavarian sausage–smacking his tanned belly–his beefy, golden- fleeced balls thudding the chair. “Oh God!” he whispered.

    “Goddamn! Why you wanna hide that phine whiteboy slab’a steak? Huh?–Jesus, Julio–look’it what our Timboy’s been keepin’ secret!”

    But Julio wasn’t focusing on Tim. He was kneeling behind Jerome’s crouching body, running his hand down the deep indent between the musculature of Jerome’s expansive back, wondering if he dared go any lower.

    I masturbated my hot, turgid cock into the crease of Tim’s neck and shoulder, my furry nuts slapping his upper back, staring down at Jerome sliding his huge hands inside Tim’s blond-fleecy, inner thighs. “I bet Shiela don’ take th’ time t’do any’a this here shit wi’ yo’–huh, baby?” Jerome’s beautiful, muscular face and full lips broke into a snow white smile as Tim swallowed and shook his head.

    “She don’ fool wi’ these fat pink rocks you got blessed with, do she, huh? –nuhUH! She thinks they’s ugly, huh?”

    Tim nodded, then moaned deeply as Jerome fingered his jiggling, tender-skinned bag.

    “Yeah, I knows aaaaalll ’bout that, man, ‘cuz m’bitch hates even seein’ mine when I tromp aroun’ buckass.” Jerome pets and then pulls Tim’s hang into his palms. “–‘put yo’ clothes on’,” he mimicks her high pitched voice, “–‘I don’ want’a have to see all ‘dat hairy shit hangin’ when I’s on th’ phone!’” Jerome’s face grows intent, examining the rich folds of Tim’s soft ballskin. “–dumb bitches–don’ know what’s phine ’bout a dude–don’ know how hot-lookin’ peaches like yours is . . . ” Jerome squatted lower on the deck, eye-level with Tim’s blond-hairy crotch.

    Tim shuddered–“Uhhhhh”–feeling Jerome’s full wet lips suddenly slurp in one of his smooth male nuggets, his head falling over the back of the chair.

    I couldn’t take the horny sight–couldn’t stand the sweet, ripe thrills it sent up my shaft–and pressed and frictioned my whole horny cock over Tim’s horizontal face.

    “Oh, Jesus!–oh Jesus!” I watched Tim’s pink tongue lash out at my satiny, flared helmet–watched helplessly as I shuddered out a drool of cockcandy, feeling his sweet cupid lips nibble my knob as he tongued into my wide-open slit.

    “Tha’s it, tha’s it–handle that big black butt, Julio, you brown stud–smack it!–ride your bigass meat up my crack!”

    I heard a thud and saw the dark Brazilian flat on his back—his head under Jerome’s crouching ass–hearing next his muffled moans as Jerome lowered his spreading rounds against Julio’s eager mouth.

    “Oh baby!–baby! Mmmm, MMMM!–eat that showered-up asshole, you studluvin’ bastard! Lick m’ big ol’ balls like that, baby–uh huh!, uh HUH!”

    Tim reached up, his head way back, flattening my uptilting rod against his face, riding his lips over the fat vein snaking up my shaft. I flopped my naked, furry nuts over his forehead–wanting to blow, wanting it to last forever–not knowing what the fuck I wanted, as I watched Jerome hook a large finger around the base of Tim’s pink porker.

    A collective groan hit the air as all four of us zoned-off into horny, man-loving bliss—as Julio, flat on his back—pried Jerome’s huge tool down into his Latin mouth–as Jerome took Tim’s dong right down to the pubes—as Tim lip-locked my whole cockhead, his head so far back over the top of the chair, I shoved a whole half of my shaft down his swallowing gullet.

    “Oh Jesus God,” I gasped, my balls gathering in warning, snapping up to the base of my aching cock.

    Tim’s tongue lashed at the webbed skin just below my cocklips—my spot-of-spots–the place I rubbed by thumb and first finger over just before I knew I was going to . . . .

    “UUUUHhhhhhhghhh!” I saw the fleecy clouds–the blue, blue May sky–colored dots, fireworks bursting in the middle of the day.

    My cock throbbed and flexed, unloading a glut of pent-up jizz down Tim’s milking throat. My knees nearly caved, my hips pistoning my nerve-sparking, sperm-shooting piece in-and-out of Tim’s cock-sucking, virgin mouth.

    Suddenly Tim seemed to gag, his throat throttling my orgasming dong, his body shuddering, his nipples turning to bullets. Tim’s hips shot up from the chair, burying his seven-inch, porkroll to the base of his bush in Jerome’s hot, blowjob mouth!

    Pulling my still-shooting dick free of Tim’s gasping face, I pumped the rest of my load over his buzzed blond head as he quaked and seized in orgasmic thrills.

    Jerome suddenly groaned over Tim’s erupting rod, cream flowing out his big lips as he slurped the fountaining thing free. It flexed and jerked in rigid, mid-air spasms, spewing fresh cream all over Tim’s heaving, concave belly.

    Jerome’s huge black torso rose up, his lusty eyes watching Tim’s big fucker shoot and bob–his kneeling body suddenly contorted in blissful agony–his hands bending his huge, muscular black cock down deep into Julio’s eager throat.

    I moved quickly–my balls smacking Tim’s shoulder–racing around behind Jerome and Julio. Spreading open Julio’s husky thighs with my feet, I fell to the deck, grabbing his neglected helmet-headed manmeat—briefly marvelling over the handsome heft and shape of that South American beauty–and shovelled the turgid thing into my yawning mouth.

    I knew nothing about cocksucking–only knew I hungered to have Julio’s sexy power in my mouth–to taste, to savor, to have, to worship.

    My lips are wide–a real cocksucker’s mouth when I smile in the mirror—so there was no worry over any tooth-grazing as I basted his silky-solid love muscle and felt the flared, wide-holed head pop past my tonsils.

    “Take it!–FUCK!–take m’ hot load!!!!” Jerome shouted down as Julio gulped and swallowed.

    My lips instinctively knew what to do–knew at least what made a man like me lose all control–knew the nerve-studded terrain of what made my own love rocket blast into orbit. But Julio’s muscled monster—unlike mine–was rakishly curved in its arousal, and its girth grew even fatter just before the slightly smaller, helmet head.

    Was his trigger the same as my own??

    “Oh fuck!–lick m’ big black balls–yeah!–oh fuck!” Hearing this, I pictured Jerome pulling out of Julio’s gagging mouth, flogging his creaming, ebony-toned monster cock while Julio basted Jerome’s heaving lovesacs with Jerome’s own jizz.

    The image made me lash my tongue over the underside of Julio’s cocktip–just below the peehole–while reaching in to fist the curvaceous shaft.

    Julio’s body heaved about the deck. “Christ!–YES!—do that!–DO IT!”

    I madly flicked his tender flange–my muscular tongue tip frictioning the sweet skin where shaft joined head–my hand pumping his flexing, curvy chorizo, and felt his slogging ballbag plump-up and hug his cockbase.

    “UHHHHHHHHGGGHHHH!”

    I dove down to swallow and coax his erupting rocket–the thick sausage turning to iron–the muscular underbelly flexing as a geyser of yogurt blew into my guts.

    I gagged and swallowed, my hand massaging his unloading, hair-sprinkled, massive balls.

    “Oh fuck, yeah–give it to him, Julio–take that load, Todd!”

    Julio heaved his hips up into my throat, my face in his thick, yet sweet black bush–my chin buried in his soft, cum-happy balls–my hands grabbing his meaty, hairy pecs.

    “Uh– uh– uh– uh– uh– UH!–oh God!– UH! UH! UHNNNG!”

    I had to come off it, my throat unable to swallow what Julio’s horny cock kept unleashing. Dripping jizz onto his hairy thigh, I used both hands to pump out the rest as Tim and Jerome stared at the pornographic display of Julio’s eight-incher spewing all over the place.

    “Oh stop–stop! –too much!–oh God!” Julios muscular belly heaved as he gasped, his balls lengthening, his curvaceous cock throbbing out the last of his hot cream.