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This story is in five parts and contains explicit sexual descriptions and scenes of Watersports, urination, anal play, gay sex, younger and older. All characters are 18years and older. 

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Part 1 – Meeting the team

After my parents bought our house in the country some four years ago in Lisbon, my dad pondered on the idea of having a flat extension built on to the house so that I would have my abode and independence by the time I turn eighteen. Unfortunately, that did not happen because of unexpected delays in the approval of the building plan, for reasons unknown, and it was disappointing since I had recently turned eighteen. After much anticipation, they received the long-awaited approval, and my dad could finally begin with the build. 

It was difficult for me to stay focused on my school tasks during the day in the following months, even though I eventually became accustomed to the noise and constant movement of different contractors entering and leaving the property. Instead, I would frequently spend study time at my friend Angelo’s house, who lived a few houses down the street.

To save money, my parents took on the task of managing the construction themselves and were regularly on site to oversee the process. However, given that they both had full-time jobs, it often proved to be a difficult juggling act, leading to arguments between my parents or between them and the contractors. I could see that some contractors were getting annoyed at my dad’s last-minute changes, causing frustration for everyone involved. 

Word came through that Friday afternoon that my grandfather had taken ill and had been admitted to hospital. My dad hastily made flight arrangements while my mom packed a suitcase. The taxi pulled up the driveway and hooted. “Rogerio, son, I need you to take the lead here for a few days and make sure that everything runs smoothly. The contractors will be back in the morning to finish up the electrical work and the build finishes.”

“No problem dad, I’m sure I’ll be able to handle it,” I answered proudly. 

“I know you will. They all have been paid, so there shouldn’t be any issues. Be sure to give them everything they need to ensure there are no more delays.” My dad said, placing his hands on my shoulders. 

Although I was still a young adult, I felt confident enough to manage a few contractors despite my lack of knowledge in construction. “Sure dad, you can count on me!” I replied, shaking my dad’s hand. Mom gave me a hug and kissed me goodbye before they left. 

Overwhelmed by the delight of having the entire house to myself, I couldn’t resist the temptation to celebrate by undressing and relishing in the freedom of being completely nude. I took advantage of a rare opportunity to watch adult content on the large 75″ screen in the lounge. I can now understand why my dad always says it’s better on the big screen! Contrary to my parents’ beliefs, I was neither innocent nor a virgin. In fact, by the time I turned sixteen, I was sexually active with both boys and girls.

The next morning, I woke up to the sun shining in after a restless night’s sleep during the hot Mediterranean summer. I hoped the electricians hired by the contractors could get the central air-conditioning working, which had been disconnected since the construction started. 

After a refreshing shower, I stood naked in front of my bedroom mirror while I dragged my fingers through my curly brown hair and plucked it into style. While I admired my youthful and fit physique, which was smooth for the most part, except for my chest and my legs, which had fine dark hairs, I ran my fingers through my natural carpet of black pubic hair that surrounded my uncircumcised penis. 

Gripping the tip of my foreskin of my flaccid penis, I stretched and pulled it upward as far as it would go before releasing it and letting my dick droop over my ball sack, then began slowly sliding my foreskin back and forth between my fingers and thumbs until I was fully aroused. I thought the size of my erection was visually attractive, and everyone who saw it was amazed. Measuring five and a bit centimetre thick and twenty-two centimetres in length, with a curve to the left, made it look even more impressive.

I picked out the pair of AussieBum cotton-candy boxer underwear that my ex-girlfriend, Andria, had given me for my birthday, and slid them on and tucked my dick to its natural laying side, which gave off impressive bulging vibes, then turned to check its arse-cheek hugging fit in the mirror. At first, I thought they were too girly, but the soft fabric felt nice against my skin, and I couldn’t help but notice how sex-appealing it made me look. “Mmmm, maybe I’ll just wear these for the day,” I said to myself, which would be the ideal attire to cope with the hot weather.

The thermometer in the entrance hall showed 22deg C, not to mention the smothering humidity, and it was only 5:55 am. After having my breakfast of toast and coffee, I settled down and turned on the TV and resumed watching the porn video I had started the previous night. I reached for the phallic-looking bottle of lubricant from the coffee table where I’d left it and applied the slippery contents to my arsehole and inserted the bottle and began working it in and out of myself while fondling my now leaking erection. I was just getting into it when there was a knock at the kitchen door. “Shit shit shit!” I exclaimed aloud, plucking the slippery phallic bottle from my butthole and pulling up my underpants before turning off the television.
 
I took a quick glance at the clock on the wall as I went to answer the door. It was only 6:42 am. I couldn’t help but think that it was too early for the contractors to arrive. When I opened the door, I was taken aback to see three men standing in front of me. “Good morning!” I greeted them bewilderedly. “I wasn’t expecting anyone here so early,” I said, and noticed four more workmen offloading scaffolding and material from a truck.

“Hello, it’s a beautiful morning. I’m Reno Mendez,” said the jovial man, who seemed to be in his mid to late fifties, with grey, receding hair and a strong build, indicating that he had a history of physical activity. However, it seems that he has, over the years, gained weight, suggesting that he has been enjoying indulgent meals and experiencing the typical weight gain associated with middle age. His neatly maintained greying goatee beard circled his lips, while his warm dark brown eyes, along with the wrinkles at the corners, expressed a lifetime of laughter and wisdom bordered by thick black brows. Despite his appearance, Mr Mendez had a warm smile and a friendly demeanour that made him approachable. Wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a dark blue short-sleeved field shirt, my eye caught the left pocket, which had the company name Reno’s contractors, together with a logo and below his name embroidered on it. I immediately knew that he was the owner. 

I extended my hand and firmly shook his. “Good morning, Mr Mendez, I’m Rogerio,” I greeted with a smile. 

“Are your parents at home?” he asked, quickly surveying the area for any sign of other people in the house, and then giving me a once-over, evaluating how I looked.

“Umm, no, they had to go to Madeira last night because my grandpa got admitted to the hospital. But my dad said you’d be here today.”

“Sorry to hear that young man. I hope it’s nothing too serious and that he has a speedy recovery,” Mr Mendez replied. “We’re here to do the tiling, plumbing and get the electrics sorted. 

“Thank you. I’m really glad to hear that the electricians are here. It’s been a living hell without the central air conditioning working in the house.”

“I can see so!” Mr Méndez said, motioning my attire with his hand as he chuckled mischievously. 

“Oh, sorry for the way I’m dressed. Err, I had just finished taking a shower,” I commented, glancing downwards and realising the noticeable damp pre-cum stains on my underwear.

“Well, I’m the owner, Reno,” he said, pointing proudly to the branding and name on his shirt. “If any of my men are a problem, you just let me know,” he said, stepping aside. “This strapping young man is my trustworthy electrician, Mateo Garcia.” He said, patting the man beside him on his shoulder, who looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties.

Mateo wore a red short-sleeved shirt with similar branding on the left pocket, which was unbuttoned below his chest, revealing his toned bronze-caramel torso and well-defined pecs, which were smooth. With his muscular arms and sculpted biceps, it was evident that he dedicated time to working out, and his left arm reflected an artistic tattoo that extended all the way to his wrist. When he smiled, his deep red lips parted to reveal cheek dimples and bright white teeth that contrasted with his complexion. Mateo’s baby face showed off his dark brown eyes and beard stubble on his upper lip and chin. 
He shifted the clipboard from his right hand to his left in order to shake mine, and I couldn’t help but notice his well-fitted shorts revealing the outline of a banana shaped bulge.

With a broad smile, Mateo greeted in Spanish, “Buenos días.”

“Buenos días. Are you Spanish?” I asked.

“Argentinian on my mother’s side, and Colombian on my father’s. You?” 

“Oh, I’m a local Portuguese.” I answered. Mateo acknowledged with a quick nod and a smile.

Mr Mendez then turned to introduce me to Guillermo, a tall black man in his early thirties who was standing to his right. I noticed that he was wearing khaki shorts and a dark blue shirt, which matched Mr Mendez’s outfit. It was clear from his clothing that he held a managerial position.

“Good morning! Please, call me Granite,” he said with his deep voice.

“Okay, Granite. Pleased to meet you.” I couldn’t help but chuckled at the analogy and then shook his enormous hand, which made mine feel miniature in comparison. “Where are you from?” I asked. “I can tell you’ve got a bit of French and Spanish in your accent.”

“Dominican,” He replied and flashed a broad smile that contrasted against his mocha complexion and tipped up his chiselled chin in a quick nod. His lips were full and sensuous, framing a large and generous mouth that curled upward in a warm and inviting smile, while his eyes were wide and expressive, with thick lashes that framed deep-set pools of dark chocolate brown. His tight curly hair cut short on the sides, giving him a military look.
 
My eyes glanced Guillermo up and down and while his ebony muscular legs were defined, with quads that flexed and bunched as he moved with a fluidity, his arms were equally impressive. My mind raced to the sexual slang term BBC, which specifically refers to black men with large penises, intensifying my curiosity about what might hide in his pants. 

“Please come inside. Mateo, I hope you can get the air conditioner up and running today,” I said, highlighting the heat wave as I fanned my face with my hand.

“I’m sure it will!” Mateo replied. “The wiring has already been pulled through to the distribution board. It’s a matter of connecting here.”

“Great. Well, the plumbers and tilers are busy that side. It won’t be long before the place will be ready to move in.” Mr Mendez stated. “Is your grandfather moving in there?”

“No. My parents built that for me. I can’t wait to move in and have a place of my own!” I answered excitedly.

“The good thing is that you won’t have to sneak out to meet up with your girlfriends.” Mr Mendez said with amusement and gave me a playful punch on the shoulder.

I laughed with them, “Well, I have little time for girlfriends,” I said as I glanced at all of them. “What with all my studies and stuff,” I added.

“Yes, of course. You don’t need all that girl stuff to interfere with your schoolwork. Good man! Good man!” he said, nodding his head. 

“Rogerio, we just need to clarify a few things about the finishings, but I will come see you when the supplier drops off the swatches later this morning.”

“Good! I’ll leave you to it,” Mr Mendez said. “Rogerio, you are in expert hands.”

“Thank you, Mr Mendez.” I replied with a smile. 

As he was getting ready to leave, Mr Mendez turned around and asked me if he could use the bathroom. I directed and gestured where to go as he made his way.

Mateo excused himself and said that he needed to fetch his toolbox from the truck, and together with Granite, they left through the kitchen door.

Part 2 – Oh, Mr Mendez!

Feeling a little under dressed and vulnerable, I thought it best to dress into something more appropriate and went to my bedroom. There I undressed and searched my draw for a vest and shorts, and as I stepped into view from behind the cupboard door, I noticed that Mr Mendez standing in my room. His eyes widened as he glanced at my naked body before him. 

“Err, so sorry, wrong way,” he said, blushing from embarrassment and looked down at the floor, steeling one last glimpse before turning around to leave.

“Oh, it’s all right. It would not be the first time someone mistakes my bedroom for the way out,” I said sniggered.

Mr Mendez turned back to me. “So, I’m not the only one embarrassed, then?” he asked, while his gaze remained fixed on my groin.  

“No, definitely not, and I’m sure you won’t be the last,” I said. “But hey, at least now you know where my bedroom is in case you need directions again,” I added with a smile.

“I don’t think anyone needs directions to your bedroom,” Mr Mendez replied with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling mischievously. I had a tingly feeling between my legs that led to sexual excitement in my penis.

“Oh Mr Mendez, look what you are doing to me,” I said, looking down at my semi-erection. His gaze drifted to my groin and rubbed the bulge in his shorts.

“Wow! you’ve got a big penis,” he said with a broad smile.

“Mmmm, let me see what you are hiding in those shorts,” I said seductively as I stood closer and went down on my haunches and loosened his pants, and with a light tug, they dropped to his ankles. 

“You’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? Mr Mendez said, loosening the buttons on his shirt while I hooked my fingers into his white Y-front underpants and dragged them down. 

I couldn’t help but smirk. “Mmmmm, shhhhh.” I hushed and stared in delight as Mr Mendez’s erection emerged from beneath his paunch. The elderly man’s cock was surprisingly large and firm, causing me to feel a rush of excitement and nervousness simultaneously as I fondled it and pulled his soft foreskin back and forth along the rigid shaft, while he removed his shirt and flung it aside. 

Despite his stocky build and pot-belly, which was covered with a mix of dark and silver hair, he looked good for his age. I looked up and made eye contact with him, then returned my gaze to my hand, which dragged his soft foreskin back and forth over his now slick cock-head. With my other hand, I began fondling and stroking his sizable pair of balls and looked up at him, seeking approval. 

“Oh, that feels good,” he whispered aloud as he rolled his head back and closed his eyes while he was enjoying the moment. My cock twitched between my legs at the taboo nature of the thoughts of having sex with a man who was older than my father. The thrill of exploring something new and forbidden was intoxicating. 

“Do you want me to suck it, huh?” I teased.

“Oh, my goodness, absolutely!”

“Want me to suck your big daddy dick?” I taunted as my hand moved back and forth his excited erection.

“Oh yes, suck it, suck that daddy dick, please” He groaned. I opened my mouth and slid my lips over his cock, tasting his musky sweet cock flavours as it filled my taste senses. Mr Mendez gasped, and body jolted with unexpected sensations as my mouth travelled the length of his shaft while I gripped his foreskin back, exposing his sensitive cock-head. Mr Mendez emitted a series of moaning and grunting sounds while his body jolted.

“Oh yes, you have one hell of a mouth on you, son. I am enjoying every minute of it!” he exclaimed in his low, husky voice, running his hands over my head and shoulders. My lips returned to work on his cock as my hands explored and caressed his hairy abdomen and legs. My tongue moved beneath his shaft, trailing to his scrotum, absorbing them as I licked and sucked on them. “Oh god, oh my god,” Mr Mendez whimpered with delight.

“I want to suck your beautiful dick.” Mr Mendez said, moving me onto the bed, then wriggled himself between my legs and guided my erection to his mouth and began sucking me. He skilfully used his hand and mouth on my shaft, and his tongue moved in a swirling motion around the head, reminiscent of tentacles from another world. I have never had a pleasurable oral experience like this before!

“Oh, that feels so good when you touch me like that,” I spoke softly. With a moan of pleasure, I raised my head from the bed and peered down at Mr Mendez, my eyes fixed on the sight of my erect member sliding in and out of his mouth. I rolled over on top Mr Mendez and straddled him in a sixty-nine position. I slid my dick into his mouth, and I began rocking my hips, gently fucking his mouth as he moaned between my legs with pleasure.

Ever since I saw my friend Angelo’s dad wanking his stiff cock in the bathroom, after unintentionally walked in on him, I often had sexual fantasies about him, either crawling between my legs while I slept and using me or grabbing me from behind and taking me into his garage and fucking me on his tool bench.  

In some ways Mr Mendez reminded me of Angelo’s dad while staring at Mr Mendez’ stiff cock bouncing between his legs excited me and I laid upon him and took his baby maker into my mouth again, savouring his shaft and balls. 
“Oh yes, that’s right, oh fuck, that feels good!” he groaned beneath me. 

The tickling, warm sensation of his tongue dancing over my arsehole after he spread my cheeks apart with his hands excited me. “Ahhhh, fuck!” I gasped at the first-time experience of ever being rimmed. My back arced with delight at feeling his tongue dart into my sphincter. I sat back on to his face and felt the touch of his bristly beard between my cheeks, which sent me into a frenzy of pleasure as he devoured me.

“Oh Mr Mendez, are you eating my arse?” I gasped.

I turned myself around and kissed him passionately, then explored his neck with my lips, gradually moving down to his prominent pink nipples nestled in his chest hair, which emitted the captivating aroma of expensive cologne. I playfully alternate between flicking my tongue and gently nibbling on them, seductively teasing Mr Mendez as he mewled and squirmed under me. Then I sensuously kissed his hairy body.

“Aaaaah, that’s it my boy. Oh god, you’re driving me crazy,” Mr Mendez panted. “Would you like to fuck me?” He asked, with a hint of apprehension.

I felt somewhat disappointed as I was looking forward to having him on top of me, fucking me, and filling my hungry hole with his babies.
I sniggered and nodded with approval and quickly took up the opportunity and reached for the half-used tube of KY lubricant from my bedside stand. 

“Please, just go easy on me. I haven’t had a cock inside me in almost forty years,” Mr Mendez pleaded.

“Forty years. Wow, that’s a long time,” I exclaimed with a chuckle while I lubricated dick. “But I thought you were married?”

“Indeed, I am married, thirty years.” He spoke. After a momentary pause, he continued his tale, “I was twenty-one and serving in the military when I had my first sexual experience with a man. He was a lieutenant in the army with me. He had a big cock too, not as big as yours, but big enough,” He recalled with a chortle.

Mr Mendez rolled over onto all-fours and I positioned myself behind him. With a loud exclamation of “AAAHHWWW!”, he stopped me from going any further. “Slowly, your damn cock’s so big!” he cried. I paused a moment and felt his opening kiss my cock-head as it contracted and relaxed against the tip. “Mmmmaah Damn you!” He gasped again as my cock-head slowly entered him. 

With my cock deeply buried inside him, I took a moment before carefully withdrawing myself from his tight anus, making sure it didn’t slip out, and then slowly inserted it back in. With long slow strokes, I eased Mr Mendez in as he began groaning in pleasure. “Oh god you’re deep my boy. Oh yes, you feel so good inside me, that’s it, that’s it, son, fuck me.”

With his arse sloppy and relaxed around my shaft, I began speeding up my stroked and soon, my hips clapped against his chubby arse cheeks, sending rippling waves. Mr Mendez was now on his side. With his leg between mine and the other on my shoulder, in a scissor position, our pelvic bones collided with each stroke. 

His moan and lustful cries brought me close to the edge and felt the beginning of orgasm stirring in my balls. I slowed down and pulled myself from him moments before I climaxed.

“Why did you stop?” he asked.

“Time for something new.” Moving on all fours beside him, I answered him with my arse in the air. “I want you to fuck me,” I said. “I need to feel that beautiful dick inside me.”

Mr Mendez jumped up and positioned himself behind me while he lubed his cock, then used his thick lubricated fingers in and out of my hole. “BWHAAA, Yaaas!” With a gasp, I moved my shoulders onto the bed. I reached behind and spread my cheeks with my fingers and puckered my hips towards him. With my entrance available to him, Mr Medez’ put his broad cock-head against me, nudging and pressing himself into me. Overwhelmed with excitement as my fantasy became reality, I eagerly pushed myself onto Mr Mendez, who was over forty years my senior. A guttural cry escaped my lips as he entered me, his thick member filling me completely.

In a concerned tone, he asked his son, “Are you alright?”

“Absolutely, Mr. Mendez.” I answered, my voice filled with respect and deference, “I want you to fuck me like you own me. I’ve fantasised about being bred by an older man far too long!”

“It never crossed my mind that I would ever fuck with someone so young. You are certainly known how to make an old man happy.” He remarked while appreciating the firmness of my buttocks, “Your young love tunnel feels so smooth and tight around my dick.” Mr Mendez placed his hands on my shoulders and started thrusting in and out of me, gradually increasing the speed and intensity.

“AHHH yes!” I gasped, “Does my – boy hole – feel good Mr Mendez?” I asked, my voice broken with each thrust.
 
“Fuck yes, it feels good around daddy’s big dick.” He grunted while I moaned a slut in heat. His hips were smacking my ass as I squeezed around his cock, making sure he felt all the pleasure. Moaning, he fucked me harder and deeper, plunging himself inside me with every thrust.

“Ahhhh, Gaad, Mr Mendez, you fuck so well!” As he continued his skilled movements, my moans of pleasure grew louder, my fists gripping the bedding in response to the overwhelming sensations. 

He increased his tempo and aggressively banged his hips with my cheeks. “You enjoy that, son; you like it when I fuck you deep and hard, right? “Fuck you like a cheap whore,” he degraded. “I’m gonna make you scream for more”.

“Yaaas, fuck, me. Oh gaaad, Mr Mendez, you are tearing me apart,” I cried out in pleasure and pain as he continued to thrust forcefully. The intensity of his movements sent waves of ecstasy through my body, leaving me gasping for breath and begging for more. 

Mr Mendez grabbed hold of me and rolled me over onto my back. I quickly wrapped my arms around my legs, drawing them closer to my chest. With my arsehole completely open and having become wet and sloppy, Mr Mendez slammed his cock into me and began to vigorously fucking me. While I whimpered, I held onto him by wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his body. My eyes rolled back in my head, my toes curled tightly as I endured the pleasure of his manhood glide in and out of me like a piston.

Mr Mendez had a flushed face, and he breathed heavily, with occasional growls punctuating his breaths. “Oh, fuck… Oh Fuck… you’re gonna make me cum.” He panted.

“Yes, Mr Mendez, cum in me!” I pleaded. 

“AAAAHHHHH FUUUUCK! I’m cumming!” he moaned, as his strokes came to an abrupt stop, followed by several grunts. His cock convulsed forcefully inside me as ejaculated his load into me.

“Ahhh yeas, fill me up… I’m getting close.” I panted and wanked myself with vigour. My toes curled into spasm as my boy-juice gushed up my shaft. “I’m cumming… fuck, I’m cumming,” I moaned as streams of boy custard gushed from my slit.

After Mr Mendez spent his load, his limp penis slipped from my slippery opening. Still panting, he rolled over and collapsed on the bed next to while he got his breath back. “You’re one hot fucking tiger!” he said wiping the beads of perspiration from his brow. I too felt flush and wiped my face with the palm of my hand.

We were lying next to each other in bed when his phone suddenly rang. He turned to his side, grabbed his phone from the bedside table, and answered the call. “Hello Andreia……. Yes…. Yes, okay. What’s the time now…Give me an hour and I’ll pick you up. No, it’s fine, sweetheart…. Bye.”

Following the end of the call, Mr Mendez placed the phone down and gently ran his hand over his receding hairline before reclining on the bed next to me. “The person I was talking to was my daughter.” He said with his gaze fixed on the ceiling, then turned to me and noticed the look of surprise on my face, which prompted him to continued his earlier story. “Well, after the army, I had no choice but to marry, lead a heterosexual life. Things were different back then.”

“What happened to the lieutenant?” I asked.

With a mournful tone, he uttered, “He was killed in the line of duty.” 

I comforted him by gently caressing his chest and redirected the conversation. “How many children do you have?”

“Only the one.” “You know what? My daughter is about your age,” he said, fetching his wallet from his pants pocket. He opened it and showed me a family photo he had in there. The moment I saw the photo, I felt a shiver of recognition as I realised it was Andreia—the girl I had ended things with only a week ago. It was an unusual coincidence, and I decided to stay silent and not reveal my association with his daughter. 

“She’s pretty,” I responded after clearing my throat.

“You woke my youth and ignited a fire within me sexually, that I thought had long been extinguished forever, and just being with you reminded me of a time when life was full of endless possibilities.” Mr Mendez said while putting on his clothes.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” I said reassured him as he leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. “I’d like to do it again, you know, have sex with you.” I blurted out, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness at the same time. The words hung in the air between us, waiting for a response. 

Mr Mendez smiled warmly and nodded, his eyes sparkling with a renewed sense of energy. “I would love to,” he replied, his voice low and husky with desire. “Let’s make it happen soon.” With that, he gave me one more lingering kiss before leaving, leaving me feeling alive and excited for what was to come.

Part 3 – Pedro’s Piss Kink

While I was busy cleaning my bedroom and making my bed, I enjoyed the refreshing breeze from the open window on my bare skin, until I was interrupted by the sound of a powerful stream of urine hitting the water in the toilet bowl. I quickly looked around the corner of my door and saw Pedro standing by the toilet in the guest bathroom, which was directly across from my bedroom.

With his dirty overall jacket in one hand, he exposed his slender, unclothed upper body and tattooed arm, while using his other hand to hold his penis between two fingers, like a cigar. My interest was sparked when I observed a wide and clear stream of urine gushing from his exceptionally long and drooping foreskin. Fascinated, I obscurely stood by my bedroom door and spied on him as his stare remained focused on his aim. 
He idly rubbed at his foreskin with his fingers, dragging it back and forth, then repeatedly pinched the tip of his foreskin closed and ballooned it with urine, before releasing it with a gush. Noticing the thickening of his penis, he seemed to enjoy doing it. I felt a familiar sensation in my crotch as my body responded with an erection.

I accidentally tripped, catching Pedro’s attention as he looked towards me. His torrent of pee dribbled to a stop, followed by last few spurts into the toilet bowl. He looked me up and down and focused on my partially aroused state. With unwavering eye contact, I nervously watched him walking towards me with his cock swing from the opening in his pants while his jiggling foreskin continued to drip. 

As Pedro approached me and entered my room, I instinctively took a step back. He had a lustful smirk on his face and dropped his heavy leather tool belt pouch to the floor with a loud clang. My gaze was all over the rugged young man who was covered in dust and grime from the building site and appeared to be in his early twenties. 

Despite the dirt on his well-defined torso, a clear tan line marked the boundary between his tanned upper body and the paler skin hidden beneath his pants’ waistband, showcasing the hours he had spent working shirtless under the scorching sun. 
Besides his tattooed arm, there was also a tattoo on his left breast. It displayed the word ‘Anno’ followed by a sequence of Roman numerals, suggested that it might represent his birth year or conceal a deeper narrative beneath his rugged exterior. Sporting a smile, he lifted his arm, revealing a hairy armpit as he tousled his dusty hair. 

With my backside against a chest of draws, I couldn’t retreat any further as Pedro inched closer and his mischievous blue eyes twinkled. With a combination of a youthful moustache and chin stubble, his face had a captivatingly untamed allure, and my attention was fixated on his scarlet lips that playfully curled at the corners. 

“I see you like staring at my cock taking a piss.” He remarked, flicking his cock between his fingers, causing droplets of piss to fly off the end of his foreskin nipple. Pedro’s captivating voice aroused a stirring sensation in me and felt my cock harden in response. “You look like the type of person who would stare at pissing cocks in the public bathrooms.” He casually dropped his overalls to the ground, causing a swirl of dust. 

I wasn’t in the habit of watching guys urinating, but Pedro’s observation sent a rush of excitement through me, and I couldn’t deny my attraction to the sight of his penis taking a piss. “Yeah, I guess I found it fascinating, especially your foreskin,” I admitted, feeling a surge of arousal that threatened to overwhelm me. 

The excessive length of his foreskin intrigued me as it swung from the tip of his fully erect penis, which I estimated to be about eighteen centimetres long and a girthy five centimetres thick. The meaty shaft hung with a subtle downward curve from a substantial, well-trimmed patch of dark, curly pubic hair.

“Would you like me to show me more?” Pedro grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with a mischievous gleam and led me by my arm towards the bathroom with a knowing smile on his lips and guided me into the shower. 

“Wha-What you gonna do?” I asked.

“Ever heard of watersports, golden showers?”

My response was uncertain, and my voice wavered with hesitation as I replied, “Umm, yeah.” Could I do this? Was I losing my mind, or was there something seriously wrong with me?

With a mischievous grin, Pedro directed his erection at me, and a slow trickle of pee leaked, gathering pressure until a hard stream of warm urine gushed off the end of his foreskin nipple sprayed against and cascaded over my naked body. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as I felt and watched him pee over me, feeling like a strange yet erotic form of foreplay. I reciprocated, aiming my stream like a firehose at his chest and down towards his hardened cock.

“Fuck dude! You piss like a horse,” Pedro giggled and spoke. “That’s one forceful stream!” taking hold of my cock with one hand and wiping my warm liquid over his chest and neck with his other.

In a provocative manner, he held the tip of his foreskin closed, letting it swell up like a balloon, as he temptingly suggested, “Don’t you want to get on your knees so I can piss on your face?”

I went down on my haunches and as I glanced up at him, pointing his cock to towards my face. Unexpectedly, a warm, clear liquid splashed into my mouth and over my face as he released his foreskin, causing me to gasp in astonishment at the strength of his piss hitting me. I spat out a mouthful of the salty fluid and held my eyes sightly shut as he drained his bladder. 

“Ahh, fuck dude, that’s so hot!” he said excitedly while being showered by his warm, fresh bodily fluid. Would this be considered degradation? Did I experience a sexual initiation involving piss-play with an attractive and enthusiastic individual? If that’s the case, I absolutely adore it!

“Do you still have piss? – I want you to pee on me,” Pedro said, kneeling in front of me as I stood up.

My bladder was half-full, but I struggled to urinate with an erection and had to lean forward over him. 

“Relax, don’t concentrate too hard. Just let it flow.” It felt like an eternity before I finally felt the release of droplets from my slit. “Yeah, that’s it, pee on me, mmmm” he encouraged, then tantalised me by delicately caressing my slit with the tip of his tongue, prompting my bladder to empty further. 

I released a few quick bursts of urine into his mouth, followed by a steady stream as he moved my foreskin back and forth. Pedro’s mouth closed around my urinating cock and gave me a blowjob at the same time, leaving me gasping at the sensation. “Fuuuck!” With a sudden surge of excitement and arousal, I exclaimed, my mind swirling with a mixture of shock, curiosity, and intense gratification, all fuelled by the thrilling taboo of the act.

After I finished urinating, Pedro stood up and used his hands to wipe his face, then he flicked them to dry. “Did you actually drink my piss?” I asked with a sense of curiosity.

“Yeah, some of it, why… didn’t you like it?” Pedro asked
“It was nothing like I expected, but I absolutely loved it!” I replied, my voice filled with excitement. “I got to swallow some of yours before I spat it out. Was I supposed to drink it?” I asked with curiosity. 

Pedro laughed, “There are no rules, whatever you feel comfortable with.”

“Oh, okay, I wasn’t sure. I’ve never done anything like this before,” I said. 

“Me neither. It was my first time too?” Pedro admitted.

“Huh? – Serious? What made you wanna do watersports today- with me?” I asked. 

“I dunno hey. When I was taking a leak just now, I was thinking about a piss video clip I was jacking off to this morning.   I saw you watching me, then I thought you being gay and checking me out and got this urge to try it with you. I know it’s weird, but the idea really turned me on.”

“Oh, but I’m not gay though!” I clarified.

“Not?–Sorry man!” Pedro reacted with surprise.

“No! not really, umm, I don’t know. Bi, I guess. I have – had, had a girlfriend, but we broke up last week. I explained.

“Bummer man.”

“It’s all good. I broke it off anyway. What about you?” I asked,

“I’m like you, Bi, I guess. Maybe a little kinkier than you,” he chuckled, giving me a playful nudge with his elbow. I’ve got a girlfriend living with me, but I’m into dudes too.” 

“Wow, talk about getting wild. I tried something new today and maybe liked it a little too much,” I laughed.

Pedro chuckled and sheepishly admitted, “I guess I’m a bad influencer.”

With a playful tone, I expressed, “When it comes to influencing, I’m more than willing to continue learning from you.”

With mischievous eyes, Pedro leaned in closer, his lips meeting mine in a brief, tantalising kiss. He whispered quietly, “mmmm, I think that might be a good idea!” We both realised that we were pushing our boundaries and enjoying every moment. 

“I can’t get over how thick and big your cock is,” he said, wrapping his hand around my stiff shaft and examining it with his hand as he squeezed it. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch him too, so I reached out and grasped his penis, then continued my exploration by gently feeling his tight balls.  

“You have an awesome cock. 

“I totally love your foreskin. Wow, it’s long. I wish mine was like yours,” I complimented, playing and fondling it.

Despite his penis being moist with urine, I felt an unexplainable urge to suck his cock, and kneeled in front of him on the piss-covered floor of the shower. The tangy, musky, pungent flavours filled my senses as I leaned and kissed and licked his balls. My mouth instinctively opened as I introduced my lips to his cock, which oozed a mix of piss and pre-cum from within. 
The salty flavour with an undertone of bitterness flooded my appetite as my lips dragged his foreskin back as his cock slid into the depth of my mouth. It may not have had the best taste, but I still found it remarkably stimulating. 

Using the skills I had learnt from Mr Mendez earlier; I slowly stroked the tip of my tongue around the underside of Pedro’s cock head before taking it deep into my throat. Pedro’s sudden gasp was followed by him grabbing my hair and pulling my head up and down his shaft, all the while groaning with pleasure. “Fuck dude, you really know how to swallow my cock!” he exclaimed with enthusiasm. 
The warmth of his cock against the back of my throat and the sound of his moans fuelled my desire even more. I could feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. He pulled my head firmly towards him, feeling his downward cock edged further down my gullet. “Ooohh Fuck, you swallow cock like a fucking pro!” Pedro exclaimed. “Fuck, I wish my girlfriend could suck cock like you.” He complimented and began fucking my face.

I led Pedro to my bed where it would be comfortable. Still wearing his dirty work boots, he laid on his back and raised his knees while resting his shoes upon my bed. While crouching down, my eyes were mesmerised by the sight of his smooth scrotum, swaying above a strip of pubic hair that ran between his buttocks. When I saw his exposed opening, it resembled a tightly tied balloon, and I couldn’t help but feel a sudden desire to lick it, just as Mr. Mendez had done to me. 

Parting his cheeks with my hands, I dragged my tongue over his taunt perineum muscle. “Ahhh, Fuck! That feels good,” Pedro gasped and observed at me through his knees as I let my mouth wander around the edges of his scrotum, teased and tickling the skin with my tongue. As I worked my way up towards the base of his cock, I felt a rush of excitement at the prospect of taking him fully into my mouth again. 

Without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around the shaft of his cock once more, relishing in the salty, musky flavour that still lingered from our earlier adventure. My tongue danced around the ridge of his cock head, and I could feel the warmth and hardness of his erection against the back of my throat. While he expressed his pleasure through moans and groans, his body couldn’t help but react by thrusting subtly, completely surrendering to the sensations I was creating on his throbbing cock. 

As I trailed my tongue along the tight, puckered entrance to his anus, I could feel him moaning with pleasure at my gentle exploration. The musky, earthy scent of his crack was intoxicating, and I couldn’t resist the urge to delve deeper. “AHHH FUUUCK…. SHIT!!” Pedro cried out loudly this time while his fingers dug into the sheets. Pedro raised his legs as my tongue darted into his rose-pink dilated opening. “Oh, fuck yes, eat my hole out,” he pleaded as I forced my tongue deeper into him. “It might sound greedy, but I need your cock inside me so bad right now.”

“Want me to fuck you?” I asked, reaching for my lubricant, pre-empting his response.

“Yeah!” he nodded, applying more saliva to his opening while I lubed myself. I knelt between his parted legs and carefully inserted my penis into his concave. I leaned against him, sensing the pressure as his anus stretch to accommodate me. 
“AHHHH, FUUUCK!” Pedro cried out, “Please wait” he pleaded. I stopped and leaned forward, experiencing a snapping feeling as my cock popped through his anus. “SHHHHHHIT FUCK! AHHHH, YOU FUCKER!” The sound of his whimper filled the air as I thrust myself deeper inside him.

With grunts resembling those of a wounded animal, Pedro laid there, his intense gaze fixed on me. Throughout, I felt his sphincter tightening and spasming uncontrollably around my shaft. “My arsehole has never been stretched so wide before. Fuck, it’s intense,” Pedro murmured. 

As soon as I sensed its relaxation, I began moving with short strokes, gradually transitioning to longer and more powerful strokes, feeling the warmth and softness of his inner walls clutching at my cock. “You’re so big, and it’s rearranging my guts,” he moaned.

“Yeah, but you like it, don’t you – especially when I push it into you like this?” I teased, slamming my cock as deep into him as I could.

“Huuh,” he shuddered. “Oh Fuck yes! I never thought I would meet someone that gets me so god dam aroused.” 

“Yeah, well, same here. My cock is aching right now. I said without breaking stroke. 

While I rhythmically fucked him, his arsehole relaxed and made wet slapping sounds as my balls slapped against him with each stroke. “I’m supposed to be working, but all I can think about is you dominating me,” Pedro whimpered and craned his neck to kiss me. Our tongues lashed against each other and exchanged saliva as we kissed each other lustfully.   

“This feels so goddam good, but I also wanna fuck you. Can I Huh?” he asked.

“Yeah, I would love you to fuck me,” I responded with enthusiasm savouring the thud sound as my cock made contact with my stomach after sliding out of him.

Pedro acted swiftly, grabbing me as though I were a doll and placing me in the missionary position. I found Pedro incredibly captivating, and I couldn’t decide if it was his adventurous and kinky nature or his rough and rugged aura that drew me towards him, but either way, I felt an undeniable attraction. 

I curled, hugging my knees against my shoulders, in a position that made me open and ready. Pedro pulled back his foreskin, revealing his lubricated penis head, and positioned it against my wide opening. As he pushed himself against me, I let out a gasp as my ring gave way to him, and I observed his cock disappear inside me with a single, effortless motion.

“Fuck..! it’s incredible, your hole feels so good,” he groaned.

“Mmmm, yeah. Fuck me, prove how good my hole is.” I said with a mischievous tone. Pedro began his rhythmic stroke. 
“Oh yes, that’s good, mmm, fuck me harder!” I pleaded. 

His cock made squishy sounds as it slid in and out of me. “Hear that? – My cock fucking your sloppy hole?” he uttered.

“Fuck, yes! It sounds and feels so good,” I panted in response.
As Pedro leaned on me, his hands wrapped around my throat, creating a suffocating sensation. His eyes locked onto mine, his breath heavy and laboured as he gritted his teeth. 
“Oh yeah, I wanna fuck you so hard!” he grunted and leaned in and kissed me, biting on my bottom lip as he broke his kiss with me.

“Fuck me then – go on, fuck me!” I hissed through my constricted airway. 

I felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins as Pedro tightened his grip around my throat and continued to fuck me with relentless force as my body tensed and released in waves of pleasure.

We flip-flopped and changed positions, and he laid on his back. I grasped him by his work-boots and held him with his legs parted and smoothly inserted my shaft with one slick stroke into his moist gaping anus. Without pause, my strokes slapped against him. 

“Oh yeah, fuck! Your cock feels good! – I’ve never been fucked like this, ever.” He confessed.

“Yeah, I’m enjoying fucking you,” I panted. “.. you like me to finish inside you?” I asked, as I increased my pace and felt my climax building.

“Fuck yes! Gimme your spunk!” he panted. “Fuck yes! Yes, that’s right,” he groaned as I placed my hands upon his shoulders as leverage and increased my thrusts. “Fuck me! – Fuck me harder,” came Pedro’s strained gasp. His words igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t resist. My eyes rolled back as my seed eagerly primed to be unleashed. 

“Oh Fuck! I’m gonna cum” I cried out. I couldn’t hold back, and my slit forcefully released streams of my seed into his anal cavity.

Pedro whimpered like a submissive bitch, “Fill me, fucking fill me!” grabbing my hips and clasping me until my cock stopped twitching. Panting heavily, I collapsed onto the bed next to Pedro, completely drained. Without mercy, Pedro was soon between my legs. “I want to fuck you and cum inside you,” he said, using my cum from his arse to lubricate his shaft. 

“Wow! you are horny” I chuckled in response and lifted my legs for him again. Pedro’s fingers felt for my opening as he guided his cock into my already slick, dilated opening and then pressed himself in. With no pause, his penis moved like a rabbit, thrusting in and out of me with vigorous strokes while I watched my feet sway with each vigorous stroke.

“ohhhhh F-u-u-u-u-k” i moaned, as my body shook as he fucked me.

“You like that?” he asked panting over the clapping noise.

“Ahhhh yaass!” I exclaimed. It was no exaggeration. I truly enjoyed the intense pleasure he was giving me, and I couldn’t help but whimper in ecstasy as he continued. “Oh yes. Give – it – to – me!” I gasped, gripping my cock and masturbated frantically. His downward cock stimulated my prostate and bladder. I was certain that I would have another orgasm!

Pedro’s face, neck and chest turned flush as a tomato. “Here it comes!” he grunted through gritted teeth. The arteries in his neck and forehead pulsating visibly while his face took on a gooning expression. With one last thrust, he held his breath and slammed himself into me and waited as his cock pulsed, his load deep into me. “Tahh – Fuuuck. Tahhh” he gasped between breaths.

“Huuh, Huuh, I’m Cumming again!” I panted. My toes curled in spasm as I climaxed again. Pedro exhaled a strained release of breath, his body quivering against mine, then he pulled out and collapsed next to me.

“Fuck! That was awesome,” he muttered, glancing at his watch as he shifted from the bed and began gathering his clothes. 

“Does your girlfriend know about you?” I asked curiously.

“No way. She’ll fucken leave me like that if she found out,” Pedro said as he dressed. “I better get to work!” Pedro remarked, looking at his watch and securing his tool belt around his waist. “Maybe we can do this again, if you want?” 

“That sounds awesome, and maybe you can teach me something else,” I said with a smile.

He clicked his tongue like a cowboy, flashed a thumbs up, and then walked out of my bedroom. 

Part 4 – Sparks fly with Mateo

I fixed my bed covers for the third time that morning, then took a shower and reflected on the numbness in my behind. I chucked to myself as I glanced at the clock on my bedside table; it showed 9:47am and thought about how much of a bettering my arsehole had endured over the past three hours.

I got dressed in a loose vest, jogging shorts, and flip-flops before making my way to the kitchen when Mateo’s presence caught my attention. “Hello again!”

“Oh. Hello,” I replied and flashed a quick smile. “Umm, would you like something to drink?” I asked.  

“Wow, yes, please! Something cold would be great! Thank you.”

After grabbing the juice box from the fridge, I turned to Mateo and asked how many workers on site. I thought it would be considerate to serve everyone, as I was sure they would enjoy something chilled. 

“Four. Granite, Pedro Juan and me,” he confirmed. 

I handed Mateo his glass and put the rest on a tray before heading to the construction site and found Pedro, who was sitting on a pile of bricks in the shade while leisurely smoking a cigarette. “I brought you guys something cold to drink,” and placed the tray down beside him. 

Where’s the other guys?” I questioned, while surveying the surroundings, when I noticed a young man appear from around the corner who appeared to be approximately the same height as me. 

“Hey Juan, this is Rogerio. This is his pad we are working on. Here, Rogerio brought us a cold drink,” Pedro said handing him a glass.

Juan shook my hand and thanked me for the refreshment. We made some idle small talk while I looked Juan over.

It was clear from the loose fit of his overalls that he had a slender physique. The dust and debris from his work environment had settled on his blond hair, which was styled with shorter sides and back and longer on top. Despite his Mediterranean looks, it was his captivating, stormy-grey eyes and perfectly chiselled jawline that added to his irresistible baby-face charm. My horny teenage thoughts undressed him, and I couldn’t help but fantasise about what secrets lay hidden beneath his baggy clothes.

“Oh, Granite went to the shops. He’ll be back in a moment.” Pedro said, having just taken the last gulp of his drink from his glass. Juan handed me their empty glasses and thanked me again before I turned and made my way back to the main house. 

Back inside the house, I noticed Mateo’s glass was empty and asked him if he wanted a refill. He smiled and nodded as I refilled his glass. “Thanks!” he said and chugged the contents without pause. “That went down well,” he said with a small burp, placing the glass down. 

While I enjoyed my drink, I engaged in conversation as Mateo worked on removing the outdated power distribution board. He didn’t seem to mind my presence, which prompted me to stay and perch on a nearby cabinet to observe, hoping to gain some knowledge from the process.

Mateo climbed his ladder and entered the trapdoor in the ceiling, then called down to me and asked if I would pass him his multimeter along with some other tools he required. I stood on a couple of steps below him; and reached up to hand him the tools he asked for. With my face almost at eye-level to his crotch, I could not resist accidentally bumping my face into the bulge and trying to steal a sniff.

“You mind squeezing up here? – I need an extra pair of hands,” he asked as he wriggled himself, making a little more room.
“Sure,” I accepted and ascended, wedging myself against him in the tight confines of the trapdoor. “Huuuuugh” I groaned as I pressed myself against him feeling the warmth of his body next to mine. “It sure is a tight squeeze,” I chuckled, feeling his breath against my neck. 

“Are you able to reach that cable over there?” he asked flicking on the light attached to his hardhat and pointing to a cable.

As I grunted and stretched my arm, I realised the object was frustratingly out of reach. “Nope. I’ll have to climb in the roof,” I responded, scrambling upward.

“Mind that you only put your weight on these rafters, otherwise you will fall through the ceiling,” he cautioned.

As I manoeuvred past him, my crotch pressed firmly into Mateo’s face as I spider crawled and lifted my leg over his head to get in, at the same time being mindful of where I placed my weight. With my bum on a solid rafter and my legs spread between two trusses, I reached the cable with ease and handed the one end to Mateo.

While he connected it to a junction box and other wires, Mateo’s conversation delved into more personal subjects.

“I’m sure you and your girlfriend will be pretty happy about having your own place and privacy.”  

Laughingly I responded, “No, no girlfriends at this stage. I had one until last week, though.” 

“Oh, well, I’m sure you won’t have a problem finding another, especially being hung like that,” he said pointing to my crotch.

“Huh?” I remarked confused.

“Your dick’s sticking out your shorts,” he said, tapping the end of my penis with his screwdriver. 

As I glanced down, I realised my penis was protruding from the left leg opening of my jogging shorts. “Fuck, sorry!” I apologised at the realisation that it was impossible to cover myself while in the awkward position I was in.

“No need to apologise!” he responded with a chuckle. “It’s quite impressive.” 

“How old are you now?” he asked breaking the uncomfortable pause of silence.

“Eighteen. I’m turning nineteen in January… and you?” 

“Twenty-eight, Tuesday last week.” He replied without looking up.

“Oh, happy birthday for last week,” I tittered. “I see you’re not wearing a wedding ring… not married?”

“Yup! Divorced two years ago.”

“So, what happened between you and your girlfriend last week that caused the breakup?” Mateo asked me.

“I dunno, we kinda have different needs, if you know what I mean.”

“What… was she not giving you any pussy? I know when I was a teen, I wanted to do it like four, sometimes five times in a day.” Mateo chuffed. “… and after school every day I had to whack-off to porn.”

I laughed and boasted with a mischievous twinkle in my eye, “Me too! I was literally watching porn in the TV room this morning when you guys arrived.” 

“Ahhhh! That explains the wet marks I saw on your underwear,” Mateo sniggered, and we laughed together. “What type of porn do you like watching?” 

“Umm, all porn turns me on. I mainly watch group-sex and anal, especially verbal and dirty talk gets me horny,” I giggled. “It really depends on my jerk-off mood.”

“I know what you mean. Me too! Have you done anal with someone before?” Mateo asked as he finished tightening and closing up the box where he joined the connection.

“Yeah!” I replied and chuckled, thinking about how he had no idea that I still had his boss and co-workers’ spunk inside me. “What about you? I asked inquisitively.

He chuckled before responding, “Yup!” 

“I guess, being a mix of Argentinian and Columbian, they probably had a hard time handling your meat. Apparently, you guys are pretty hung.”

Mateo burst into laughter. “Don’t believe everything you see in porn. Many Argentinian and Columbian guys have small dicks too.” 

“But you aren’t one of them! I saw the bulge in your pants,” I remarked. The conversation created a stirring sensation between my legs, and there was no way of hiding it.

Mateo grinned. “I guess, I’m a little above average,” he declared nonchalantly, “But yours is not that small either,” he commented, taking hold of my very visible semi erect shaft and began tugging on it. “WOW, it’s really thick, and MUCH bigger than above average.” 

I experienced a surge of excitement when he touched me, causing an immediate erection. “Mmmm,” he expressed with admiration, taking off his hardhat, as the beam of light redirected elsewhere, leaving me sitting in partial darkness. The sensation of moist, warm lips wrapping around my shaft took me by surprise as his mouth glided up and down my erect member.

“Ahhhh-Fuck” With a loud exclamation, I leaned back as far as I could and held onto a roof support nearby for stability. As Mateo’s hand explored further up my thigh, it skilfully wrapped around my testicles, caressing and massaging them with a teasing tug, while his expert mouth continued to pleasure me with its sucking.

Although I was thoroughly enjoying myself, I felt relieved when he proposed we come down from the ladder. While my penis was still protruding from the leg opening of my shorts, I exited the manhole in the ceiling and carefully descended the ladder behind Mateo. I brushed off as much dust as I could and placed my hand on Mateo’s thick hard bulge in his shorts. 

“It’s so hard!” I murmured with excitement, and quickly unfastened his shorts and pulled down the elastic waistband. I inserted my hand into his damp, blue briefs, feeling the warmth and moisture, along with the rough pubic hair, and clasping onto the thick erection that was positioned to the left in his underwear. Eagerly, I tugged his shorts and underwear from his hips and his thick brown penis sprung free from their sweaty confines. “Jesus, that’s HUGE!” 

Holding the heavy chunk of Latin meat in the palm of my hand and admired its presence and the thick bulging vein that ran along the top of his shaft towards the tip. “How big is this thing? Like, have you ever measured it?” When I wrapped my hand around, I noticed that my middle finger and thumb couldn’t meet. I squeezed it, eliciting a pulsating response and a release of pre-cum which seeped from the noticeable slit on the tip of his swollen dark pink cock-head, which peeped out from under his foreskin. 

Mateo laughed; “Do you want to measure it?” he asked, reaching for an old, frayed tape measurer from his toolbox and handing it to me. I positioned the tape against his pubic bone, noting the length and circumference as I measured, “24cm long, and 19.5cm in circumference!” 

He took the tape measure from my hand and said, “Let me measure yours,” with a mischievous grin. With my erection in hand, he carefully measured the length of my member. It measured 22cm in length and 16.5cm in girth.

Mesmerised by his cock, I crouched to my haunches and admired the motion of his foreskin rolling back and forth over his shiny, dome-like tip as I stroked it. With my heart pounding with excitement, I reached below and caressed his dark-hanging ball-sack. A primal urge washed over me as I inhaled and smelled his musky male odour from his hot sweaty crotch as I nestled my face into his bushy pubic hair and gently circled my tongue around his scrotum.

Mateo hissed in delight, and I gripped the base of his shaft and brought it closer to my mouth. As my lips dragged over his meaty shaft and it made its way slowly to the back of my throat, I savoured the taste of his salty-sweet pre-cum as it drooled over my tongue. “Aw fuck. That’s it. That feels good! Just slurp all over that cock.” He murmured, “Look up at me. Yeah, just like that. I wanna see your eyes while you take every bit of that fat cock in your mouth.” I obeyed and looked up into his lustful brown eyes. 

“Do you like it when I talk dirty, huh?” he groaned and bit on his bottom lip and loosened his shirt.

The only way I could express my satisfaction with Mateo’s erection in my mouth was through a subtle “Mmmm” sound and a nod of approval.

“Ahhh yes, your mouth feels good,” he whispered seductively, gently pressing his hips forward, encouraging me to accept more, and placing his hands on my head. That’s it! Take a little more.” My body heaved as I gagged on his bull-nosed cock head as it stretched my throat wider and edged into my oesophagus. “Fuck, you really know how to deep throat that cock.”

“Come on now. Show me what you can do. You’re getting it nice and hard, so take it right to the base. Come on, I wanna see it disappear into that mouth of yours. Every inch. Go on, you can do it. You’re a pro, I can tell.” Mateo’s cock was halfway in my mouth, and I was certain that I couldn’t accommodate the full twenty-four centimetres of his Colombian cock.

My face was flushed, and my lungs were on fire from the struggle for breath while his erect member slid in and out of my gullet. Instinctively, my hands pushed against his thighs until he released his grip on the back of my neck. My lungs gulped fresh air as his hole-wrecker cleared my airway, and pre-cum and salivary phlegm dribbled from my lips onto my chest as I coughed. With teary eyes, I submissively looked up at him with desire as I wiped away the slime against my forearm, all while enduring the painful feeling of my throat and jaw being displaced. Despite my discomfort, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement from the experience, especially when I heard Mateo’s deep groans.

“How’d that taste? You like the taste of my cock in your mouth?”

I nodded, “Fuck, yes. I love the taste of your cock!” I replied, catching my breath.

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t think it’ll be the last time you taste me.” Mateo said as he lifted me from my knees. With his lips pressed against mine, he led me backwards through the archway and into the sitting room. Once inside, he carefully placed me on the exquisite coffee table, a treasured piece of furniture carved from a solid tree stump by my great grandfather, and handed down through generations to my mother. 

Mateo aggressively tugged my shorts from my waist and tossed them aside and while I laid there naked, he undressed, then stood between my parted knees. His naked caramel figure was impossible to ignore, especially when paired with the striking contrast of the reflective vest and safety boots, reminiscent of a scene from a Latin adult film I had once seen. I felt thrilled with anticipation for what was about to happen. 

Mateo took my veiny erection, which lay across my left leg and leaked pre-cum as it twitched and yearned for attention and started stroking it. “You have a gorgeous cock. So big and thick, and I love how it bends like a banana.” He complimented, as he gently fisted my foreskin back and forth. 

My jaw dropped and my body shuddered at the first feeling of his mouth as it encircled my shaft. “Oh yes. Suck it!” I instructed, then his head began bobbing up and down on my shaft, swallowing as much of the length that was available. “Yea…oh fuck. Get your tongue under the foreskin… oooh, yes, just like that.” I murmured, as his tongue rolled and lapped my slick glans and hairy nut sack before dragging it along the base of my shaft and sucking me again. It felt great. No one had ever done anything like this to me and I felt a humming sensation between my legs.

While Mateo pleasured me, I shifted my position, propping myself up on my elbows and spreading my legs wider. I could feel Mateo’s fingers exploring my backside, seeking my entrance. “Mmmm, you’re so open and wet,” he said, sliding a finger into me. Mateo maintained eye contact as he skilfully stimulated my prostate with his middle finger, studying my face as it reflected the various expressions of pleasure.

“Oefff” I gasped as his finger slid in and out of me. Mateo went back into the kitchen and scooped up a generous amount of butter from the butter dish and returned and lubricated my arse with it. I gasped and raised my legs further, clutching my ankles. It took little for his fingers to make squishing sounds and he dived two, three and finally four fingers into my already open, cum-filled cavity. 

“Oh wow! Your hole’s slurping on my fingers,” he said as he worked the palm of his hand deeply into me.

“Ahh-huh! Yes, oh fuck! Your hand is deep,” I reported with a grunt, as I enjoyed the sensation of his fingers exploring my insides. My voice quivered as I cried out, “Mmmuuuhhh, Gaaad,” and a damp sensation soaked through my groin, intensifying the moment.

“Ooohh Yes! If a finger on your prostate makes you whimper and squirm like this, imagine what my big throbbing cock could do? I don’t know about you, but I say we find out. What do you say? Do you want my cock inside you?”

“Mmm, Yesss, please put your cock in me. I want to feel your dick stretch me wide open.” I whimpered as he positioned his hips close to my opening.

With a seductive low voice, Mateo muttered, “Do you feel my dick pressing against your hole? I’m so fucking hard for you and you’re so wet for me, huh?”

“Push… push it in me!” I begged. 

“Oh my god, did you feel that head pop inside you?” Mateo verbalised.

I gasped as I felt his cock enter me, gently sliding deeper. I shifted my position, leaning forward to see more clearly between my legs, and watched as his brown cock disappeared into me.

“Aaahhh gaad!!” I groaned as I felt my anal passage stretch beyond anything I’ve ever experienced as it pushed into my gut.

With each thrust, Mateo pushed deep inside me, teasingly stopping just before it could slide out of my squishing entrance. My legs shook in my grip as his cock fucked me. 

“Oh fuck, do you realise your eyes are rolling back in your head right now? Is that how good you feel with your arse stuffed full of cock?” he asked.

Mateo’s pillow talk made my whole-body tingle. The sounds of our synchronised moans filled the room as Mateo’s hips found their rhythm, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Right at that moment, Mateo’s mobile phone interrupted the panting with its sudden ring. “Fuck!” Mateo swore with frustration. It’s Guillermo.” He paused his motion and steadied his breathing before answering.

“Hey boss, What’s up…. Yeah, I’m still here…. Sure, no problem…. Where’s the truck keys?… I’ll be there now.

Mateo ended the call and mentioned that he had to make a trip to the yard to get more tile grouting for Pedro to use in the final stages. 

“Aww, that sucks!” I replied with a sense of disappointment.

“I’m so horny and I wanted to cum inside you,” he said as he pulled out. 

After we finished getting dressed, Mateo left the house and saw Granite waiting for him in the garden, where he received the keys.

Part 5 – All for one and one for all

When I saw the contractors return from their lunch break, I remembered that Granite had mentioned wanting to discuss some drawings with me. Not knowing if he had forgotten, I went in search of him, seeing it as a splendid chance to assess the condition of my new living space.

Dressed in my black jogging shorts, white vest, and flip-flops, I headed towards my nearly finished cottage, filled with excitement at the thought of seeing it completed and having a place of my own where I could enjoy my personal space and some privacy. I inspected the front of the building, the entrance, and then envisioned the plants I wanted in the garden before continuing to the back. 

As soon as I spotted Granite, I froze in place; he was leaning against a pile of scaffolding with his penis in his hand. I took cover behind two drums, only a few metres away, and peered at him through the narrow gap. His long ebony snake dangled loosely from his shorts as he scrolled through his phone, growing thicker and longer as it became more excited. It was clear that he was watching erotic content on his mobile device. A mix of emotions overwhelmed me as my heart raced, battling to contain my arousal, witnessing my excitement manifest as my erect member pushed its way through the leg opening of my shorts. 

Granite’s foreskin rolled back on its own accord, exposing his dark purple glans as it pulsed to attention. I’d never been with a black man before, and needless to say, I was pretty turned on by the thought of sucking and fucking my first black cock. I couldn’t stop thinking about getting naked with him, my pale skin against his dark body, and the myth about black men being well-endowed turned out to be true for me. Although his cock resembled Mateo’s Brown Columbian monster in size, the anticipation of his ebony shaft penetrating my pink hole excited me beyond belief as I watched his hand moving up and down his shaft.

Startled by the insect’s nip on my leg, I unintentionally kicked a nearby drum, which reverberated with a deep boom that caught Granite’s attention. Before I had a chance to make a move, the sound of his deep voice spoke, “You must really like black dick!” I glanced up at his shimmering bald head, beaded with perspiration. His plump lips tugged at the edges of his smile, brimming with sparkling white teeth, while his dark eyes seemed to twinkle with mischief. “First, this morning I noticed you staring at my crotch. Now I catch you spying on me while I’m jacking off!”

“Err, umm, I’m sorry. Um, I was coming to look for you, About the drawings, remember, you said you were, umm, wanted to see me,” I stammered.

“With your stiff dick, huh?” Granite responded, grabbing my erection, which was moist with pre-cum. “Ever had black dick before?” I shook my head, feeling both nervous and excited. 

“Once you’ve seen black dick, you want to taste it, once you’ve tasted it, you’ll want it in you, and once you’ve had it in you, you’ll be craving it,” Granite said, then laughed aloud as he stood over me with his cock inches from my face. 

Nervously, my eyes travelled over his defined athletic, muscular torso, which was partially covered by his unbuttoned work shirt. A sense of exhilaration flowed over me as my gaze settled over his coarse woolly pubic hair and observed his thick, uncircumcised penis swaying like an elephant’s trunk. After a few moments, my eyes traced back to Granite’s face. “Are you ready to taste it?” he grunted as he glided his foreskin back and forth a few times, flashing the bulbous dark purple cock-head.

I cleared my throat and placed my hand on his cock and stroked it slowly. As I picked up pace and stared at his foreskin roll back and forth, his hand moved to my shoulder, then to the back of my neck, pulling my face closer towards him. I wrapped my lips around the fat tip of his semi-erect cock, while my tongue found his slit, which was salty with pre-cum. My mouth attempted to engulf his impressive shaft, but I could only handle about half of his ebony meat before I was filled. 

“Look at that mouth, so excited and ready for me,” he murmured. With his large hands, Granite firmly held my head in place while he ravished my mouth with his penis, while my throat struggled to keep up with his aggressive pace.

“Does it taste good?”

With my mouth full, I let out a satisfied moan of delight. 

“Yeah, that’s it, you like that big dick in your mouth, don’t you?” he murmured as I worked my lips down his rod, writhing my tongue on the thick-vein along the underside of his hard ebony cock to take more in my mouth. The bulbous head touched my throat entrance with my lips still a good fifteen centimetres from the base of his shaft.

“Let’s get you ready to take me, and give your body some attention, yeah?”

As I looked up, our eyes met and I could feel the strength in Granite’s hands as he lifted me from the dusty red soil, pulling me closer as our lips intertwined. His tongue felt large, like his penis, and appeared to completely cover mine. 
I peeled his shirt from his back while his hand slid down the front of my pants, taking a firm grip around the base of my balls and cock, giving them a tug. “Your cock is really big, and so wet” he murmured, looking down at my penis, which trickled pre-cum, flowing out like a baby’s drool on a bib.

Granite went down on one knee and engulfed my boyhood, sending a shiver down my spine. The sensation was incredible, and I found it difficult to stifle my moans of delight as he pushed and pulled my hips towards him. As I turned around, I quickly bent over a steel drum, only to feel Granite’s massive hands tug my shorts below my buttocks and forcefully pulling my cheeks apart. Granite’s tongue lapped and stabbed my gaping moist opening, as I parted my legs further and pushed my arse out towards him. “Yeah, your arsehole tastes good,” he remarked with a hiss before sucking his middle finger and sliding it in. 

While his finger glided around and felt my cavity, he commented, “You’re so wet and lubed for me.” I gasped at the feeling of his finger tracing my prostate. Granite stood and moved behind me and teased my backside with his ebony member, circling the tip around my opening.

“Put it in me. I want to feel your cock inside me,” I pleaded. My eyes glazed, and I gritted my teeth when I felt his hammer-like cock head press against my resisting ring. The pressure from Granite intensified, and I could sense my rear opening surrender. I let out a long whimpering gasp as his black cock passed through my Sphincter and slide smoothly along the walls of my love tunnel until I sensed the feeling of his thick pubes tickling the crack of my arse.

Granite gripped my arms and held my hands behind my back, pressing them up to my shoulder blades as his cock glided in and out of me with long, deep strokes. “Oh yeah! it’s like fucking tight white pussy!” Granite grunted as he gave me a flat-handed slap upon my left rump.

“Oh god yes!” I moaned. With a forceful grip, Granite pulled a handful of my hair, forcefully tilting my head back. It was at that moment that I noticed Pedro and Juan stroking their erections while watching us through the window. 

Granite also noticed them. “You like being watched as you’re being fucked, huh?”

“Ahh, yes” I panted.

“Or do you want them to take turns fucking your sloppy pink hole?”

“Oh, fuck, yes! I want them to fuck me too and watch you fucking me,” I moaned.

Granite let out a mischievous laugh and replied with a flirtatious tone, spanking me on my backside once more, said, “Yeah. You’re a cock-hungry whore! Aren’t you?” 

Until that moment, I had never experienced such a combination of verbal degradation and sexual objectification, but I couldn’t help but find it strangely arousing. I had a fresh and surprising encounter that brought out something in me I wasn’t aware of. 

Granite motioned for the two men inside to join us, and in a matter of seconds, they were by our side. 

Pedro and Juan eagerly stripped themselves from their work clothes. Juan confidently displayed his smooth, hairless chest and delicate pink nipples, and his erect penis gracefully curved downward, protruding from a blond pubic hair patch. The visually attractive penis had a pale and elongated body, with a wide base that tapered towards a concealed head, covered by a snug phimosis foreskin.

While Granite continued to pump me from behind, Juan Stood in front of me and pointed his dick at my face, which was about eighteen centimetres long and of average girth with pink wrinkly scrotum below it. I firmly held it in my hand and slid it back and forth along Juan’s erect shaft, observing how his foreskin snugly covered the engorged head, emphasising the contours of his glans within, which gleamed a deep plum colour as it peeped from the elastic boundaries of the opening of his foreskin. 

“Suck it! Open your mouth and suck it,” he ordered with a mischievous grin as he held his cock by the base and slapped my cheek with it repeatedly. I eagerly slid my mouth over his velvety, elongated shaft, savouring the tangy nectar it provided. “That’s it, keep sucking.” 

“He’s a grade-A cock sucker and can deep throat it like a pro!” Juan commented to his co-workers while thrusting his cock down my gullet, leaving me choking. Pedro patiently waited for his turn, and once Juan’s dick was no longer in my mouth, Pedro moved in, taking his turn.

The sound of Mateo’s voice, which I recognised immediately, filled the air with a cheerful “Hey Hey Hey!” Mateo exclaimed, setting down the items he had collected. 

“You’re just in time for some sweet arse!” Granite said pulling his cock from me. 

“I hope you boys have left some arse for me,” he said lifting his sunglasses onto his head as he approached us and began shedding his clothing.

“Let’s get you out of these!” Mateo said as he pulled my shorts off so forcefully, they tore, and one of my flip-flops went flying as I lost my balance and swirled to the ground. 
Mateo stood over me and clenched a fist of hair and aligned my mouth with his flaccid cock. “Take it you fucking cocksucker!” he grunted as he pried my mouth open with his fingers and fed his penis to it. While it was flaccid, his cock filled my oral cavity like a coiled snake, but it became too much for my mouth to handle as it grew thicker and longer as it became erect. 

With Granite to my left and Pedro and Juan on my right, my hands moved over their genitals, fondling them, jerking them, pleasuring them in the best way I could. “Here, take my cock!” Granite grunted, stealing my mouth from Mateo’s dick and began fucking my throat harder and faster.

Spit trickled down my chin as my mouth was passed around like a flesh light and my throat repeatedly fucked by the four men. Pedro breathed heavily, and his body spasmed as he ejaculated into my mouth. Then, he finally released his grip after he clung my head firmly against his groin with his cock buried in my oesophagus. My head flung back as I gasped for air and expelling a mix of spit and cum drooled from of my mouth onto my chest.

One of my earliest sexual fantasies involved being in a threesome with two men and feeling their touch as the most amazing sensation. I never thought I’d be turned on by being used as a sex toy and a cum dump and getting dominated by a team of construction workers.

Granite lifted me up and, while I held him behind his neck, I wrapped my legs around his waist. With his big hands supporting my buttocks, he manoeuvred his cock to my entrance and began lowering me onto his shaft. My jaw fell and my eyes widened as his bull-nosed tip stretched me open again, and his girthy shaft rearranged my insides as it tunnelled deeper into me. While I kept a finger-locked grip on Granite’s neck, I wondered how much more I could endure. “Oh God, yes! Your cock is so big!” I whimpered as my arsehole slammed against his pubic bone each time I travelled down his shaft. 

Granite stepped back after carrying me and laying me on the wood-cutting table, letting his manhood slip from my opening like a thick, slippery eel. A stream of cool air flooded my gaping cavity as I lay there with my legs spread, waiting for one of the others to take his place.
Juan wasted no time and took place between my legs and pushed himself against my gaping spongy sphincter with the tip of his cock. His foreskin, white with creamy pre-cum, slid inside me, and as he took hold of my ankles with a tight grasp, he began fucking me like a rabbit. 

Mateo, behind me, angled my head back, and I felt his warm moist scrotum over my forehead as he slid his cock into my throat, which, at this angle, seemed to glide further into my gullet. “Oh yes, open that throat, open that throat for me,” Mateo grunted while he played with his nipples.

“Ahh, Jesus. Fuck Granite! Your cock is… Ahh fuck, slowly!” I heard Pedro in extreme pain as Granite had him pinned against a barrel and was forcefully penetrating him.

Juan’s breathing became more intense, and he uttered, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum… Ah Fuck!” His breath came in ragged bursts, and Juan’s face and chest grew flushed as he struggled to catch his breath. 

With his cock throbbing and pulsating against my prostate, I could feel him releasing his seed inside me. Meanwhile, with my mouth full of Mateo’s Columbian brown member, I let out a blissful moan as I eagerly reached back and pulled Juan’s hips closer to me. 

“Fuck, that was good!” Juan said, as his limp dick slipped from me.

“Here, Wanna come sit on this?” Mateo asked, shifting his position and lying on his back on the ground, and teased with his arousal. 

I accepted his proposition and straddled his hips, feeling a surge of pleasure as I lowered myself onto him with a soft moan. “Aaahh yes, sit on it, take it all the way,” I could hear his low mutterings as he urged me to take it all as I moved my hips, easing his dick in ever deeper into my bowels until my balls were buried in the soft thicket of his pubic hair. Mateo put his hand behind my neck and pulled me down onto him and kissed me deep.

Granite withdrew himself from Pedro and moved and stood in front of me, his cock slick from Pedro’s arse juices. “Come suck my cock clean!” he said, pressing his bulbous cock head into my mouth and rocked his hips while he held my head in his hand. 
The sweet, bitter taste coated my airway as he forcefully pushed his cock down my throat until I felt the coarse pubic hair bush press into my face. His cock slipped out of my mouth for a moment, allowing me to gasp for air before he forcefully thrust it back in, making my throat produce a series of gurgling sounds.

“That’s right! Open that throat motha-fucka, so I can fuck your face,” he grunted. Through blurry, tear-filled eyes, I could only feel my body being tossed around, akin to a rag doll, as I endured the forceful thrusts of cocks from both ends. 

Granite stepped back; drool dribbled from my lips as his slick cock sprung from my lips and moved behind me, while Pedro took his place. Pedro guided his shaft to my lips, and tapped them with his long overhanging foreskin nipple, which leaked pre-cum. I eagerly placed my lips around his shaft and sensually moved his foreskin back with my mouth as he slid deeper into my mouth.

I felt Granite’s hand on my back as he pressed me onto Mateo, beneath me. As I glanced over my shoulder, a wave of disbelief washed over me as I realised I was about to be double penetrated. No sooner had the thought settled in my mind, I could feel the weight and pressure of Granite’s ample shaft against my entrance. “AAAAHHHHHH FUUCK!” I cried out in pain. My eyes grew wider, and my jaw dropped as their girthy throbbing members strained against the tight confines of my sphincter. 

Their penises plunged deeper into me, each one struggling for a spot in my already packed anus. “OOOOOOWWWWW!” I cried out as the sweat began beading on my forehead. 

“Come on man! You know you want it!” Granite hushed against the back of my neck. It felt like I was going to tear or explode, as Mateo & Granite slowly started see-sawing their cocks in and out of my arse. Uncontrollable squirts of pee squirted from my slit as their cocks stabbed my bladder. 

“Oh yeah, we have a squirter!” Pedro boasted upon seeing my piss. “Yeah, he’s sure enjoying it!”

We changed positions and I reversed sat on Granite’s cock which felt hot and placed my feet upon his knees. 
“Ready to feel this cock pound you? Granite asked. 
Before I could respond, Granite’s cock began slamming it in and out of my arse with rapid succession while he made guttural animalistic sounds of lust and expectation.

Granite’s strong arms wrapped around the back of my legs, effortlessly lifting them up. He then locked his fingers behind my neck exposing my dilated arse wrapped around the base of his shaft.

“Oh yeah! His arse is so open and sloppy,” Mateo commented and moved himself between my legs. Aaahhh-haaa Fuck! I cried out as his cock slid against Granite’s slick shaft. My sloppy arse began making squishing sounds as Mateo’s thick baby maker effortlessly slid all the way inside me and fucked me while he held my ankle with one hand while the other around my throat. With my airway strained, I whimpered as their cocks rearranged my guts, while Juan balls rested on my head as he wanked himself with fury. “Jesus. I’m gonna blow my fucking load!” he grunted as he released gushes of seed across my face and chest.  

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Pedro moaned as he aimed his creamy cock tip towards me and squirted like a firehose.

With my face glazed in semen, Granite and Mateo panted with erratic breath and their strokes became faster. “Huuuh! Huuuh! Came Granite’s grunts as his body spasmed beneath mine. The wet squishing sounds grew louder as he filled me with his warm cum.

Mateo’s breath panted like a dog before he let out a series of animalistic grunts. Slurping and squishing noises continued to resonate as my arse-juices and cum frothed from the friction of their furious dicking. “Oh Fuck!” Mateo gasped and rammed himself one last time with his cock twitching. He tightly shut his eyes and clenched his jaw and groaned with gritted teeth, “Ahhhh fuck I’m cumming!” 

“That’s it! Fill him with your dick custard!” Granite murmured to Mateo.

Once Mateo and Granite’s encounter ended, I stood up, feeling the aftermath. As I turned to face them, I couldn’t help but notice the four men, visibly exhausted and their bodies shimmering with a sheen of perspiration. As they caught their breath, their smiles lit up their faces and warmed my heart. The contractors collected their scattered garments and got dressed. In contrast, I stumbled upon my single shoe and the remnants of my ripped shorts to cover myself before returning home.

As I stepped out of the refreshing shower, I could hear the central air conditioning unit hum to life, bringing with it a much-appreciated flow of cool air. I quickly dressed comfortably and made my way to the sitting room, where I ran into Mateo, packing up his electrical tools.

A big smile spread across his face as he caught sight of me, and he exclaimed, “The air-con is up and running.”

“Thanks! You are a lifesaver,” I acknowledged with a laugh. “I’d like to…” I began speaking as Mateo spoke.

“Umm, I just want to…” he began speaking when he was interrupted by Mr Mendez.

“Hello hello hello!” How’s everything going? Are you guys finished yet?” Mr Mendez’s voice boomed through the room as he entered. “Where’s Granite? Come, let’s check on things.” He said, leading Mateo away.

Two years have passed, and Mateo’s untold message continues to haunt me. Sitting on my sofa, I found myself lost in my own thoughts, a smile playing on my lips as I stared at the spot where the four contract workers had left their indelible mark.

Every week, like clockwork, over the following months, Mr Mendez would discreetly pass by my place for sexual encounters before my parents came home from work. Our relationship came to an end when he found out that I had previously been romantically involved with his daughter. 

Am I gay, am I bi? I don’t know, one thing I know is that I enjoy sex!

I was in the garden that morning, gathering my courage for what I was about to do, when I heard a knock on the gate. I walked over and looked out. It was my friend Liam! I hadn’t heard from him since that fateful evening with my father.

“Liam, what are you doing here? Go to the main door and I’ll open it for you, my father is not here…”

“No, Ethan, I’d rather not be seen coming into your house” he said hurriedly and in a low voice. “Listen… my father has recently joined the Resistance…”

The Resistance! The underground movement of opposition to the infamous regime. I had heard something about it, when I was still free, but I didn’t know if it was real or a myth. Liam continued:

“I’ve told him about you and he wants to help free you, to help you flee the country…”

 “I can’t run away, Liam” I said sadly. “It’s impossible. You see, I’m not locked up. The doors are open. I could leave at any time… But the collar won’t let me. It has a tracker that would cause them to locate me immediately” I had been thoroughly briefed on this, as a warning, when they put it on me.

“The Resistance knows how to do it, Ethan… Listen, I have an untraceable cell phone for you. With it you can talk to my father and he’ll tell you what to do. Can you hide it from your master?”

“Sure” I replied. There were a thousand places in the house to hide such a small device. That would be no problem.

“Take it” he held out the device, “and wait for my dad’s call. He’ll make sure he always does it when you’re alone. Tell me what times that usually is.”

I informed him of my father’s work schedule and, with a few words of encouragement, he quickly left. I stood there, stunned, with the cell phone in my hand and not knowing what to think, but being thankful that, at least for the time being, I didn’t have to take my own life….

In the following days I was talking several times with Liam’s father, Alfred. He was willing to accompany me in my escape. Just the fact that someone cared about me and my well-being was a tremendous novelty for me. I had come to think that everyone was like the inspector or my father’s colleagues. Alfred explained to me that the technology of our collars was very sophisticated and it was almost impossible to hack them, but that the Resistance had managed to develop a device that overrode them and they could be removed. The problem was that they only had a single device, as it was extremely expensive to make and quite bulky, and it was located in the Resistance headquarters, in a remote place in the middle of nowhere and far away from the city where we lived. In addition, the arrival there had to be done through secondary roads, rural tracks, always avoiding urban centers… In conclusion, getting there from my house would take at least 7 or 8 hours. The problem was that the moment my master reported my escape, the tracking of the collar would be activated and, one of two things: either they would kill me immediately, activating the collar remotely and electrocuting me, or they would capture us. For me, at that point and as you will understand, dying mattered very little to me, in fact, I was thinking of taking my own life anyway, but I did not want Alfred and the Resistance to pay the consequences of my escape.

We planned it carefully. It would have to be at night, obviously. The cage in which I slept locked up would not be a big problem. After all, it was a cage designed for animals and its lock was more symbolic than truly effective. It would be simple to pick, even for someone as clumsy as me. The real problem was my father. I needed him to stay asleep for at least eight hours, and my dad never slept that long. In fact, he was a bad sleeper, and would often get up several times during the night and start reading or eating something. The moment he saw that I wasn’t there, he would report me and everything would go down the drain. To avoid that, Alfred passed me, through his son, a strong sleeping pill. He told me to give it to my father at dinner and that would give us enough time to get to headquarters.

The day came when we were to carry it out. I felt terribly nervous and my catastrophic nature led me to imagine all possible disastrous scenarios. What if my father noticed something? What if the sleeping pill didn’t work, especially in a man as strong and burly as my dad? Foreseeing some failure, I came up with an idea. I would leave a note in the cage addressed to my father, in case he woke up earlier than expected. If I managed to move him, even slightly, perhaps the escape would succeed, in case all else failed. The note I wrote went like this:

‘Father, by the time you read this I will probably be on my way to my freedom. If you read it before dawn, please, I need to ask you for something. I know you have to denounce my escape but, I beg you, don’t do it until the day comes. This is the only way I will be able to do it. If you report me in the morning, you will not arouse suspicion or be accused of anything. Please, Dad, I know I have no right to ask this of you, but I beg you, for the love you once had for me, for the love you had for my dear mother, have compassion and do what I ask of you. If you do not do so I will most likely be executed this very night. Please help me. And whatever you do, know that I love you and that you are still everything to me. Love, Ethan’.

The letter was all emotional blackmail, albeit totally sincere on my part. I didn’t expect much from it, however. My father had long since been a complete stranger to me.

That night I dissolved the sleeping pill in my father’s drink. I had also gotten my hands on some pliers to open the cage, and had hidden them under the mat (it was the only comfort my dad had allowed me to have again after the inspector’s visit). I had everything ready.

To my dismay, things did not go well. My father barely touched his drink during dinner. He sometimes did like that. It seemed to me that he had only taken a couple of small sips. Would that be enough? I was really nervous.

When bedtime came, my father locked me in the cage and went into his room. I waited a prudent amount of time until he had fallen asleep, as Alfred had advised me, however, there was no time to waste, so shortly thereafter I took the pliers and tried to break the lock on the cage. It took me rather longer than I expected. I’m such a klutz! But I finally succeeded and slipped out. As soon as I got outside, I taped the note I had prepared to the cage. Then I made my way to the door quietly and hurriedly when I heard a noise. I turned around and I almost fainted. My father was watching me from the doorway of his room. No doubt he had heard me move, despite my stealth. As I feared, the sleeping pill had not been enough. He asked me, harshly:

“Where do you think you are going, slave?”

I stood there still, looking at him, not knowing what to say. I couldn’t make anything up, or justify myself in any way. But then my father looked at the cage and saw the paper stuck to it. I had placed it so that it was very visible. He walked over, curious, and took it in his hand. As he read it, my heart was pounding so hard I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

When he finished reading it, he stared at me, with an absolutely inscrutable expression on his face. I was feeling so anxious that I was about to faint. I expected at any moment to feel a strong shock from the necklace or for my father to start hitting me. Then the miracle happened: my dad’s eyes moistened and a tear slid down his cheek!

I looked at him stunned, had I done that with my letter? My heart was pounding out of my chest. My father nodded his head slightly and said to me simply in a very low voice:

“Go away, son…”

I didn’t wait for him to think twice. Without saying anything to him, without even thanking him, I went out the door like a bolide and lost my way in the night….

  

The next few hours were absolutely breathtaking. I met Alfred at the appointed place and we both marched in a jeep all night long, through some really remote places, terrible roads to drive on… on more than one occasion we had to push the jeep out of muddy places… I couldn’t understand how Alfred could find his way through those places in the middle of the night. For someone like me, whose life had been completely easy and comfortable, it was quite an adventure. And meanwhile, even though I tried not to think about it, I was constantly surrounded by the fear that at any moment my necklace would activate and kill me or worse. Despite what had happened, I didn’t trust my father at all. If he finally made the report that night I was doomed.

Finally, with the first hours of the day we arrived at the Resistance headquarters. It was a huge subway plant, with quite a few men doing a multitude of tasks. I was amazed. It looked like something out of a war or sci-fi movie. As soon as we arrived, I was led to the device. There was no time to waste. It was a large device, almost like a giant computer. One of the men pulled a couple of wires out of it and connected them to my necklace. I was terrified, wouldn’t that electrocute me?

Another man activated some buttons on the huge device and, with a whirring sound, I saw my necklace begin to glow. It was only for a few seconds. In a moment it made another sort of downward buzzing sound and went out. Alfred congratulated me:

“Congratulations, the necklace is deactivated, you’re safe!”

I was infinitely relieved, even more so when another of the men approached me with some kind of pliers and, applying it to the necklace, broke it into two pieces, which fell around me. You cannot imagine the feeling of happiness I felt when I lost sight of that filthy artifact. Nor can words express the infinite gratitude I felt towards my dad for not denouncing me and allowing me to escape. Alfred said to me again, cheerfully:

“Well Ethan, now we have to get you out of the country…”

 

The following months were tremendously hectic for me and so many things happened to me that I could write a book about them, much bigger than this story. However, I will summarize them for not being too long: after a thousand vicissitudes I managed to leave the country and I was welcomed as a refugee in one of the bordering countries. There I worked as a waiter, stock boy, janitor… But I did not limit myself to that. I actively collaborated with the Resistance of my country, helping more slaves to escape, and, above all, I was the voice of denunciation of the infamous regime in the media and international public institutions. The fact that I had been enslaved by my own father made me the ideal candidate to show the excess and cruelty of my country’s government. In this way I contributed to what was becoming inevitable: increasing international pressure on that inhuman government, which eventually led to the alliance of the army with the Resistance and the fall of the regime.

The Resistance seized power and, naturally, one of its first measures was the immediate liberation of all slaves. Generous financial compensation was also decreed for them and, in my case, with a considerable bonus added for the services I had rendered from abroad to the new power. As it was, when I was finally able to return home, I found myself with an award from the new president and a small fortune to my credit. It had been about a year since I had left home.

I settled back in my hometown, renting a large house in the suburbs, while I pondered what was to become of my life from now on. I was only 21 and still wanted to study, but at the moment I didn’t need the money at all and could afford to think it over.

And, I won’t deny it, I thought a lot about my father. However, despite his gesture of allowing me to run away, I was still convinced that it was just a moment of weakness, induced by my letter, and that my dad no longer loved me or wanted anything to do with me. I was also not sure if I could forgive him for everything he had done to me, so I decided to move on and forget that part of my life. However, something happened that made me have to reconsider my decision…

One of those afternoons, there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, I was speechless. It was my godfather Mike! When I saw him, my first reaction was fear. All my recent interactions with Mike had consisted of him cruelly torturing me in some way! He noticed my gesture and quickly told me: 

“Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you…”

Of course he wasn’t going to hurt me! I was no longer a helpless slave. Everything had changed. And going from fear to indignation, I shouted at him:

“What the fuck are you doing here, ‘Uncle’ Mike?” I said the word ‘uncle’ with a tremendous emphasis.

“May I come in?” he asked. I thought his attitude was a bit aggressive and, indeed, when I agreed, made him come in and invited him to sit down, the first thing he said to me was:

“Know that I’m not here to apologize, I don’t regret anything I’ve done and, no matter that I’ve been fired from my job for it, I still think the same about fags and nobody is going to make me change my mind…”

Had he been fired from his job? I didn’t know it, but I did know that many members of state law enforcement had been kicked out of their jobs having been reported by former slaves as being particularly cruel or bloodthirsty to them. I assumed that Mike had been one of them, something which, knowing his sadism, obviously did not surprise me at all. I replied:

“’Uncle’ Mike, I guess you didn’t come here to once again shove your disgusting homophobia in my face. So tell me what you came here for or else you can get the hell out of here. As you can guess, you are not at all welcome in my house” I gestured to get up.

“Wait, wait” he stopped me. I could tell he was hurt by my words. As insensitive as he was, being the despiser is not the same as being despised. And changing his tone completely, he said to me: “I’ve come to talk to you about your father…”

“What about him?” I asked, suddenly interested.

“I suppose no one has told you about what happened when you left, right?” I shook my head. “I guessed as much. Well, I’m going to tell you: the day after you ran away, your dad fell into a deep depression, he sank completely into a bottomless pit…”

My breath caught when I heard that. I swear I would never have guessed it, given my father’s attitude at the time. Mike continued:

“I was always sure he let you run away, even though I couldn’t prove it, and even if I could have, I wouldn’t have either. Mason was always like a brother to me, and that’s why I stuck by him all that time, even though it was hard for me to accept that he was as much of a pussy in the end as you were. He would spend the whole day crying inconsolably and repeating over and over again things like: ‘My boy, I hurt my boy!’, ‘My little boy is gone!’, ‘I lost him!’, ‘I hurt him so bad!’, ‘Maybe he is dead and I have not been able to apologize to him or tell him how much I love him!’…”

My heart was pounding. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I felt such a mixture of emotions at that moment that my head felt like it was going to explode.

“He’s been like that ever since” Mike continued, saddened. “He had to take sick leave and he’s been cooped up at home all day. He’s sick, the doctors can’t say what’s wrong with him, day after day he’s shutting down more and more, and there’s fear for his life. I do know what is wrong with him. He’s dying of grief and remorse…”

I pulled myself together a little and said to him, with contempt:

“And why are you telling me this, Mike? What do you want me to do? Do you think I can forget his behavior with me?”

“Listen, Ethan” he said very slowly, getting up. “I know you’re a good person…” and looking down he added, “You’re not like me…” I was surprised by his unexpected self-criticism. “I’m sure you’ll know what to do…” he concluded, already on his feet. I walked him to the door without either of us saying another word.

I stood there, stunned, with a thousand thoughts in my head, totally overwhelmed by feelings. But I immediately got up and prepared to leave. Mike was right! I knew exactly what I had to do!

 

I arrived at the house where I had grown up, where I had spent the best and also the worst days of my life, and knocked on the door. A mature woman opened the door. Surprised, I introduced myself:

“Good afternoon, I wanted to see Mr. Hill.”

“Yes, come in…” She invited me in, and at my mute question she said: “I’m Sophia, the maid”, then, surprised, she said: “I know you, you’ve been on television. Your name is…”

“I’m Ethan Hill” I said, smiling. “Yes, I’ve been on television. I’m Mason’s son.”

“Oh, I think your father will be glad to see you, sir. Come in, come in… he’s in the living room.”

I walked over there and went in. My father was sitting on the sofa. When he heard me come in he turned and looked at me. I was very concerned about his appearance. He was much thinner, gaunt and with deep dark circles under his eyes. When he saw me, he immediately got up and came over to me holding out his arms:

“Son! Ethan! My little boy! You’re back!”

I could not resist and let my dad take me in his still strong arms. He immediately began to convulse in tears, as he told me over and over again:

“Ethan… you’re back… my boy… my beloved boy… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

I took him by the arm and we both sat down on the sofa. There I comforted him as best I could and said:

“Dad… can I call you that again?” He looked away as if I had slapped him. I admit it was cruel of me, but what do you want? I needed a modicum of revenge. Without waiting, of course, for an answer, I repeated: “Dad, please don’t cry anymore. It’s true that what you did was very bad, but it wasn’t all your fault. You had evil people by your side who corrupted you. Nor was my behavior always exemplary and it is true that I also had my share of guilt in what happened… And, of course, I have not forgotten that you also saved me. Had it not been for you, I would probably be dead today…”

My dad listened to me, as tears continued to roll down his cheeks. I concluded:

“But now all that is behind us and I don’t want us to think about it again, okay? I’m here now, I’ll take care of you and everything will be fine, you’ll see…”

He smiled through his tears and told me warmly:

“Yes, son. Now you’re here and everything is going to be fine…”

EPILOGUE

A few months have passed since then. My father has fully recovered, returned to his work (he was never accused of cruelty to slaves) and is again the loving, cheerful and determined dad I always knew. I was planning to stay with him just until he recovered, but finally I settled back indefinitely in his house and today I spend my time in training courses and in establishing bonds and contacts. I am determined to become an important politician and fight for gay rights around the world.

My financial position, on the other hand, has allowed me to help my godfather Mike and Bill, my father’s other coworker. They both lost their jobs and I have been supporting them – my dad pleaded with me, pointing out that, despite everything, they had been a great support in his difficult times – while they have been able to find other jobs. And yes, to answer the question you are asking: they both came to their senses, sincerely regretted their behavior and apologized to me for the hurt they had caused me. So did my friend Jake, who was very ashamed of what he had put me through.

So today I live happily with my dad and everything is back to the way it was between us before that nightmare. Well, everything, everything… no. My father is again a healthy and strong man, still young and with a will to live and, obviously, he has some… needs. I am a good son. And… what good son wouldn’t offer his mouth to satisfy his dad’s needs? Especially considering that he can now touch and enjoy himself without restraint while receiving in his mouth the sacred nectar that gave him life.

My dad is no longer my master, he is not. He is now more like… my god.

END

A few years had passed since my last meeting with Sam, he moved closer to his college, commuting was tiring and costly, I had a similar commute for work at the time.

Neither of us had made much effort to contact the other, but I still thought about our encounters often and I had not been with any other men in this time.

The reason I ended up reaching out to him was due to a friends birthday party. Having seen who was all invited I noticed Sam had been invited along and assumed he’d definitely be attending as he was very good friends with girl who’s party it was.

Anyway, I haven’t contacted him to see if he was coming as so much time had passed. I was getting ready for the night, shave upstairs and down, decided to try a douche again just in case ?

I am dressed smartly, feeling good, smelling awesome and looking forward to the party.

Nice venue for the party, we have it until midnight then we must head into the clubs in town. Everyone is having fun, dancing and I’m flirting with a girl from my friends work. Things are going well but then Sam pops into my head and I realise I hadn’t seen him all night.

when the girl I’m talking to goes to the bathroom the birthday girl and I start chatting, she notices how well we’re getting along and I agree, however I change the subject and ask about Sam, sadly he couldn’t make it, he is working early in the morning.

The girl comes back and I excuse myself to go get us all more drinks.

Whilst at the bar I message same, “Hey, long time, are you coming to Laura’s party tonight, would be great to catch up?”

Almost instantly I get a response, “Hi sorry, no I am working in the morning and can’t have the time off. Would have been nice to see you again ?.”

Winky face, what does that mean, would he like to see me?

“It’s not too late I message back. No response.

I take the drinks back to the table, go back to taking to Laura and her colleague, now seeming distracted. My phone vibrates in my pocket, it’s Sam “No, sadly it is too late, I am thinking about you now though, playing with my cock”

I get a little flushed, “everything ok?” Laura asks, “yes, all good” I reply and I think of how I’m going to respond.

i’m now completely distracted and nip outside for some air. I message Sam and say “I’m picturing you stroking your delicious cock and it’s turning me on so much, wish you were here so I could help, I’d love to taste it again”.

He sends me a pic of his hard cock and my cock starts growing in jeans. I can’t help but feel my mouth watering also.

Midnight is fast approaching, I tell him I can be there instead and ask for his address. He sends me his address and doesn’t believe me that I’ll go, “maybe another time he says, it’s a bit late to get here now the trains and buses would have all stopped”.

As the party starts dispersing into town I let Laura know I’m not feeling too hot and will catch up with them. She tells me where they’re heading and no worries if I don’t make it. I say goodbye and head straight the taxi rank.

I message Sam, lI’m in a taxi see you in about an hour”

“No you’re not he responds”, “I promise you I am and I’m coming to suck your cock so don’t cum yet.”

10 minutes from his address I call him, he had fallen asleep as he thought I wasn’t being serious. “Well I am serious, I am just passing this landmark, see you soon.”

I get to his apartment block and ring his number, he buzzes me in and I head up the countless flights of stairs.

I’m a little out of breath by the time I get up all those stairs and he opens the door, standing there is his usual tight Calvin’s and nothing else. He welcomes me in and we nip into the kitchen where he pours us both a drink of water before he hops on the counter.

We’re just making general chit chat, what’s been happening etc… then he says ”I can’t believe you actually came all this way, I need to be out to work in like 5 hours”.

”Well let’s not waste time then” is my response as I move closer to him, open his legs and move in to kiss him. His kissing is just as good as I remember and I fell myself getting hard. I put my hand on his shoulder and make him lean back so I can pull his cock out his pants. I start stroking him then put my head down to start sucking him which he seems to be enjoying and I’m remembering the delicious taste of his cock. It’s a bit more sweaty than the last time, obviously not expecting to have company, I’m getting so indulged with his cock then he stops me to move us through to the bedroom.

We get in the room, I strip off, he kicks his pants off and lays on the bed face up and crawl on top of him, stroking his cock again whilst I kiss him.

mMking my way back down to his cock, clearly my favourite part of him, I kiss and lick all my way down his torso.

Back to sucking him, I love having his cock in my mouth, I’ve missed this and wish it happened more often. After about 5 minutes he tells me he wants to fuck me, my heart is pounding. “Yes Please!” I blurt out.

He gets up and moves to the end of the bed, standing in front of me I stroke and suck his cock some more.

He then pushes me back so I am lying on his bed looking up at him. He splits my legs apart and pulls me towards the end of the bed. Spitting on his fingers he start playing with my ass hole. Massaging it at first and then he pushes his finger in, which makes me jump slightly. I let him know I’ve not done anything else with another man, it’s only been him and our last interaction was the last time anything tried to go in my ass.

”Donlt worry, we’ll take it slow” and he goes to get some lube and condoms from his drawer.

he now Lubes up his finger and gets back to loosening me off. This feels amazing, I’m lying there, legs split with a gorgeous man fingering me. Then he stops and says he is going to fuck me know, I bite my lip and nod.

He manoeuvres my ass again, closer to him and pushes my legs back towards me. He gentle starts applying pressure to my hole with his dick, the off, then on again repeating this until the head pops in.

Wow! What a feeling when the head popped in, I let out a little gasp.

“Does that feel good?” He asks. “It’s going to get better” he advises.

Slowly more and more of him is entering me, what started as shock and a little pin quickly turns to pleasure, “oh it feels good” I pant.

He opens my legs wider and gets into a more missionary position to kiss me. This feels so fucking sexy. I can’t help myself but wrap my legs around him like a woman would, making access easier for more of him to get inside me. He is now getting his full length, as I said before it’s not huge slightly less than average sized, but it’s the one and only dick I’ve had and it feels amazing!

He’s doing this for a few minutes but my legs start to ache. I am loving this feeling of him being on top of me and he is really enjoying making eye contact whilst fucking me, but legs are getting sore and I ask to change position.

He agrees although I believe it was grudgingly. We stand at the end of the bed and he kisses me some more and strokes my cock, then he turns me round and pushes me onto the bed, telling me to get on all fours.

I am now in a position where I am about to be fucked doggy style, I wiggle my ass little for him (or at least I try to). He puts his left hand on my left ass cheek and pushes it firmly whilst using his right hand to guid his cock to my eager hole. Again as the head touches my hungry sphincter it sends a thrill throughout my body. Then slowly he enters again and builds up the length he is putting in my. Now fully in he has one hand on my hip and the other on my back, I am trying to bounce back on to his dick to please him as much as he is pleasing me.

“Put your head down to bed!l he instructs me, and change my position as he asks trying not to be awkward. He then grabs hold of my hips and slowly starts increasing his pace with which he is penetrating me. Thought it was good when I was bouncing back on him, this is fucking amazing! He is fucking me like I am his bitch and I can do nothing but take it. I’m so horny and he feels so good inside me, being fucked feels so unbelievable.

After a few minutes he tells me he is going to cum, “Please cum in mouth” I beg him, but I am too late and he thrusts deeply into my ass, again and again, his body quivering and me in shock of how he had just driven his cock as deep as he could as he ejaculates.

Both of us rather breathless, he pulls his dick out of me, which by the way, I was surprised how good that also felt.

I slide off the end of the bed to my knees, pulls his condom off and start cleaning his chick with my mouth. His cum covered head is delicious and obviously sensitive post ejaculation.

He then stops me and lays on the bed and tells me to cum over him, I’m a bit hesitant then he sits up and starts sucking me off, wanking and sucking and grabbing.

“I want you to cum over me!” He is demanding of me, he lies back and spreads his legs out fully with dancing flexibility, this gives me a boost of excitement, I’m jerking my cocking trying to get to end. I lean over as I’m jerking to lick his cock and balls and I’m getting close, he rolls over and gets on all fours, shuffle to the end of the bed, “cum over my ass!”

I’m getting so excited, I start rubbing my cock in between his ass cheeks, touching his hole with my bellend, it not long before I explode over his ass, his crack his hole and I continue rubbing my cock over his cum covered crack.

What a fucking release! Finally we have had penetration and we fall onto the bed and cuddle Sam’s cum covered ass against my cum depleted cock, until we fall asleep.

When his alarm goes off in the morning he is not for moving and I take this opportunity to do something I’ve always fantasised about, I slide further in the covers, start kissing around his groin area as he gets aroused and then I eagerly start sucking him off.

I really do love the feeling of his cock in my mouth and it touching my tonsils. I would love for him to fill my mouth with his delicious seed but sadly he tells me I need to stop as he needs to get ready for work.

He jumps in the shower and I get dressed, sort him a coffee and myself a water and sit in the living room of his apartment.

He has a floor to ceiling window which over looks a shared grassy area between the different apartment blocks.

He comes to the living room dressed for work, thanks me for the coffee and thanks me for last night as he gives me a kiss.

”I can come back tonight if you wish?” Letting him know im up for round two and happy to travel back again.

“That sounds good” is the reply.

“I can suck you in front of that window if you like, or you can fuck me in front of it, let your neighbours see” I jokingly (not joking) say.

“I’ll call you when I finish work” he tells me, “should be around 6pm”.

“Cool” is all I muster. We get ready to leave the apartment and walk together until our paths split, mine to the train station and his to work. We hug, a little kiss and “See you tonight” I say.

I’m walking to the train station, my ass feeling a little uncomfortable but worth it. I keep thinking about last night during the train ride, my cock keeps hardening in my jeans. Finally I get home, get ready to jump in bed for a nap but I can’t get to sleep as im so horny. I get some lube and finger myself while l am wanking over the memory of last night not long until my cum goes everywhere including over my chest, chin and headboard. I like up what’s on my chin, scoop up and swallow some of what’s on my chest and drift off to sleep.

I have a message from Sam on his lunch break, “Thanks again for last night, im so tired today working is boring”

I reply, “Sorry I’m not there to keep you entertained, Let me know if you still want me to come back tonight ?”

I do not get a reply.

An hour passes and it’s some friends wanting to know if I fancy meeting them at the pub, “sorry, I’m busy tonight, work stuff to prep for”. Absolute bullshit, I’m hoping that my night is going to be spent with Sam again. As 6pm approaches I prep my ass again, I get ready and wait by the phone. Nothing, my messages were read earlier. I send another one, “Hey, im free and ready if you want to come over?”……..

Nothing. I leave it a little while, 7pm, 8pm, almost 9pm I try to call, phone is switched off. I feel so disheartened and disappointed.

There was then no contact for weeks until he let me know he was moving down south now he had finished college.

No last hook ups since the last encounter and it’s not as if I wasn’t clear that i was open to them.

We drifted apart for a while, then I called him one night when I was horny. He was settling in to his new life down south and I asked him why he never messaged or called me back that night. He didn’t have a good answer, or at least not one I can remember, but we did then go on to have phone sex which was another first for me.

We have had phone sex a few times following that occasion. But we have lost contact now for many years.

But it happened, it was fun and it’s a delightful memory that still gets me horny to this day.

whilst righting these stories I’ve had to jerk off and use a dildo a few times, so I hope you all enjoy and we never know what the future holds ??

One year had passed since Tartarus had struck his pact with Baron Moloch, and the demon’s influence had grown stronger within him. Each victory on the battlefield was a testament to the power of hell that now flowed through his veins, and the Warrior-Prophet had become a feared and revered figure among his kin. Yet, the Baron grew restless, eager to witness firsthand the results of their union. On a day when Tartarus led his forces into a fierce skirmish against a rival faction, the very air around him began to crackle with dark energy. The Baron of the Sixth Circle manifested beside him, his monstrous form casting a long, shadowy figure across the ravaged landscape. The sight of the demon brought a mix of terror and excitement to the hearts of the Sangheili warriors, for they knew that their leader had made a deal with a creature of unspeakable power. As Tartarus raised his weapon to deliver a devastating blow to his foes, Moloch’s eyes gleamed with a fiery hunger, eager to see the fruits of their pact in action. The Warrior-Prophet felt the Baron’s gaze upon him, a silent reminder of the debt he owed to the creature of hell. Yet, he remained focused on the battle at hand, his movements a dance of death that left his enemies in ruin. With each victory, the bond between Tartarus and Moloch grew stronger, their destinies forever intertwined in a tapestry of war and darkness. The Baron watched with pride as his pupil wielded the power of hell with precision and cunning, knowing that together, they could reshape the cosmos in their image. And as the flames of battle licked at the sky, the demon whispered sweet nothings into Tartarus’s ear, hinting at the pleasures that awaited them in the privacy of their shadowy sanctum. For the pact was not just about power, but about the satiation of desires that transcended the boundaries of the mortal world. The year had only been the beginning of their twisted partnership, and as the sun set on the blood-soaked battlefield, the Baron knew that the true test of their alliance was yet to come.

Tartarus, standing tall amidst the carnage, felt the Baron’s hot breath against his neck, the demon’s massive breasts pressing into his back. Moloch’s voice, a seductive rumble, whispered into his ear, “The power I’ve granted you is but a fraction of what you could wield, Warrior-Prophet. To continue on this path, we must reaffirm our bond, our alliance, with another round of passion.” The Warrior-Prophet’s heart raced as he considered the implications of what the Baron was suggesting. Another act of such depravity, yet another piece of his soul claimed by the creature of hell. But the thought of the power, the promise of saving his people, was too tempting to ignore. He turned to face Moloch, the demon’s grin wide and eager, the fiery light of the setting sun reflecting off his monstrous cock. Tartarus nodded, the gravity of his decision etched upon his stoic features. “I will do what must be done,” he said, his voice firm despite the tremor of fear. The Baron’s eyes flared with excitement as he pulled Tartarus into a fiery embrace, their bodies entwined once more in a dance of lust and power that would shape the destiny of worlds.

With the echoes of battle fading into the distance, Tartarus and Baron Moloch retreated to the sanctum deep within the bowels of Tartarus’s fortress. The chamber was adorned with the skulls of defeated enemies, the walls pulsating with the crimson glow of hellish runes that chronicled their twisted alliance. As they stood before the makeshift altar, the Baron’s clawed hands began to trace the intricate patterns etched into Tartarus’s armor, sending shivers of anticipation through the Warrior-Prophet’s body. The air grew thick with desire and the scent of brimstone as Moloch’s tail coiled around Tartarus’s waist, pulling him closer. Their eyes locked, the demon’s irises burning with a fiery intensity that seemed to peer directly into Tartarus’s soul. Without another word, they succumbed to their dark desires, their forms melding together in a union that transcended the mortal realm. The very essence of hell itself surged through Tartarus as Moloch claimed him once more, the power of the Sixth Circle flooding his veins and igniting a ravenous hunger for more. As they writhed in ecstasy, the boundaries between the two blurred, their flesh becoming a canvas for the dark arts that bound them. The pact grew stronger, the power more potent, and with each moan and roar of pleasure, the very fabric of reality quivered in response. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh against flesh, the cries of a thousand tormented spirits, and the thunderous crescendo of a symphony of damnation. The bond between them was sealed anew, and as the demon’s seed filled him, Tartarus knew that he was now irrevocably linked to Moloch, a pawn in the Baron’s grand design for conquest and carnage. Yet, as the afterglow of their depraved embrace faded, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement for the battles and rewards that lay ahead, his fate forever entwined with the demon’s fiery embrace.

In the privacy of the Baron’s opulent bedchamber, the air was thick with the scent of molten metal and the faint whine of tormented souls. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of erotic excess and the ceiling was a tapestry of writhing, fiery bodies that seemed to pulse with the beat of their union. Tartarus, still dressed in his blood-spattered armor, found himself unable to resist the allure of the demon’s form. Moloch, in his swollen, voluptuous glory, lay upon a bed of writhing chains and shimmering embers, his massive cock standing at attention, demanding worship. The Warrior-Prophet approached, his own desire now a ravenous beast that threatened to consume him whole. He knelt before the Baron, his eyes drawn to the sway of Moloch’s heavy, rounded breasts and the seductive jiggle of his watermelon-sized testicles. With trembling hands, Tartarus reached out to touch the demon’s fiery flesh, the heat searing his fingertips yet filling him with an intoxicating warmth that spread through his body. The Baron’s eyes narrowed, his smile a wicked promise of the pleasures to come, as he pulled Tartarus closer, their bodies once again becoming one in a passionate embrace that would leave the very fabric of reality trembling in its wake.

Baron Moloch’s fiery tongue slithered out of his mouth, tracing a path of molten desire across Tartarus’s battle-scarred body. The Warrior-Prophet gasped as the demon’s licks grew more insistent, each caress sending waves of exquisite agony that seemed to meld pleasure and pain into a singular, overwhelming sensation. The Baron’s kiss was like a brand, marking him as Moloch’s own, and Tartarus could feel the heat of the demon’s hunger as their mouths collided in a fiery dance of dominance and submission. The Baron’s massive hands gripped Tartarus’s shoulders, his claws digging into the armor but not piercing the skin beneath, holding him in place as the demon’s mouth moved down to his neck, his collarbone, and finally his chest, where the Baron’s teeth grazed his flesh, leaving a trail of molten kisses that seemed to burn away the very essence of his being. The room spun around them as their passion grew, the walls seeming to pulse and twist in time with their increasingly fervent movements. Tartarus’s body responded instinctively, his own cock growing hard with the need to claim the demon that had become his master, his lover, and his fate. As the Baron’s tongue flicked over his sensitive nipples, the Warrior-Prophet could feel the power of hell surging within him, a testament to the depth of their bond and the unholy alliance they had forged. Each lick, each nip, brought him closer to the edge of sanity, the line between mortal and demon blurring until he could no longer tell where he ended and Moloch began. The flames of their desire grew higher, threatening to consume them both, as they continued to explore the dark depths of their shared passion, their bodies writhing in an erotic ballet that would seal their pact for another year of war and conquest.

With a snarl of eager hunger, Baron Moloch leaned down, his fiery eyes never leaving Tartarus’s. He took the Warrior-Prophet’s hardened member into his mouth, his forked tongue wrapping around it with a skill that seemed to defy the very nature of their hellish union. The heat from the demon’s mouth was intense, a stark contrast to the icy grip of his teeth, and Tartarus felt himself gasp as Moloch’s head bobbed in a rhythm that grew faster and more frenzied with each passing moment. The demon’s saliva sizzled against his skin, a testament to the power that surged between them. The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before, a blend of agony and ecstasy that made his entire body quiver with need. His eyes rolled back in his head as Moloch’s other hand reached up to caress his chest, the claws teasing his sensitive nipples with a touch that was both gentle and painfully intense. The Baron’s mouth moved with purpose, his sucking growing more urgent as Tartarus’s breathing grew ragged and desperate. The bond between them pulsed with every beat of his heart, the power of the pact resonating through his very soul. It was in this moment of vulnerability, of absolute surrender to the demon’s ministrations, that Tartarus understood the true cost of his alliance. Yet, even as the flames of passion threatened to consume him, he could not find it within himself to pull away. For the promise of power and the allure of the Baron’s embrace were too great, too tempting to resist. And as the demon’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock, Tartarus knew that he was lost, forever bound to the whims of the creature that now held him in such a deliciously cruel grip.

Baron Moloch’s monstrous form shifted, his massive pecs parting to reveal the fiery depths of his soul. The demon’s grin grew wider as he pulled Tartarus closer, his own cock now resting between the Warrior-Prophet’s muscular thighs. With a sinful grace, Moloch began to perform a pec job, his heavy breasts enveloping Tartarus’s cock as his mouth remained fixated on the tip, the heat of his breath sending waves of molten pleasure through the Sangheili’s body. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of heat and pressure that threatened to shatter Tartarus’s very being. His eyes rolled back in his head as the demon’s pecs squeezed and released, the rhythm matching that of his frenzied mouth. The room grew hotter, the air charged with the electricity of their union, and Tartarus knew that he was close to climax. The Baron’s clawed hands gripped his ass, holding him in place as the demon’s teeth grazed the sensitive underside of his shaft, the pressure building within him like a volcano about to erupt. The Warrior-Prophet’s legs trembled, his muscles straining as he fought the urge to buck wildly against the Baron’s chest. Yet, he remained still, allowing Moloch to continue his wicked ministrations, the power of the pact growing stronger with every shared gasp and moan. Their bond was a conflagration that could not be quenched, a dance of darkness that would consume them both. And as the Baron’s pecs worked in unison with his mouth, Tartarus felt himself teetering on the brink of oblivion, the promise of unspeakable power beckoning him forth. The climax washed over him, a fiery tide that seemed to fill the very air with the scent of their shared lust. As he came, the room trembled, the very fabric of reality bending to the will of their twisted love, and Tartarus knew that he was irrevocably changed, forever bound to the demon that had claimed him in the most intimate of ways.

Their union complete, Tartarus and Baron Moloch lay tangled together on the bed of embers, their bodies slick with the sweat of their exertion and the residue of their shared power. The Warrior-Prophet felt the demon’s heavy breaths against his back, the weight of the Baron’s massive form a comforting presence that spoke of dominance and protection. As the aftershocks of their climax faded, Tartarus pondered the path he had chosen, the price he had paid for the power that now flowed through him. Yet, the Baron’s whispers of promised glories and the sweet agony of their love-making held him in thrall, the fear of what might come melding with the excitement of the battles ahead. Their hearts beat as one, their destinies forever entwined in the fiery embrace of their pact. With a final, contented sigh, Tartarus closed his eyes, allowing the warmth of Moloch’s body to lull him into a fitful slumber, dreams of war and passion swirling through his mind like the ash of a dying star. Little did he know that the true trials of their partnership were just beginning, the whispers of fate hinting at a cosmic conflict that would shake the very foundations of their twisted alliance.

As Tartarus slowly regained consciousness, the smoldering embers of their passionate embrace still clinging to the air, he found himself nestled in the warm, fiery valley between Baron Moloch’s massive, swollen pecs. The demon’s cock, now at rest but still hot and slick with pre-cum, lay beneath his feet, a constant reminder of the power and temptation that their union had unleashed. The Warrior-Prophet took a deep breath, the scent of brimstone and desire lingering on his skin, mingling with the faint aroma of the demon’s essence that coated him. He could feel the stickiness of Moloch’s pre on his soles, a visceral connection to the creature that had become his most devoted servant and most terrifying lover. The Baron’s chest rose and fell with each deep, contented breath, the soft rumble of his snores a gentle counterpoint to the fiery passions that had just ravaged the room. For a brief moment, Tartarus allowed himself to savor the warmth and security of the demon’s embrace, the aftermath of their lovemaking a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving world of war that awaited them outside the sanctum’s walls. Yet, even as he basked in the afterglow of their union, the Warrior-Prophet knew that the battles ahead would be more fierce and the stakes higher than ever before. Their alliance had grown stronger, their bond unbreakable, and with it came a hunger that could never truly be sated. Rising from the bed, he stepped over the Baron’s sleeping form, the sticky residue of their passion peeling away from his feet as he moved. The time for rest was over; the time for conquest had come. With a newfound resolve and the power of hell pulsing through his veins, Tartarus donned his armor once more, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them in the name of their twisted love and the endless war that stretched out before them like a crimson path to infamy.

Baron Moloch stirred from his slumber, his fiery eyes opening to find Tartarus standing before him, armor gleaming in the dim light. The demon’s smile grew knowing as he watched the Warrior-Prophet take in the sight of his massive, still-erect cock. With a languid stretch, Moloch sat up, the chains of his bed sizzling against his skin as he beckoned Tartarus closer. “Your dedication to our cause is commendable,” the Baron purred, his voice a velvety rumble that seemed to resonate within the very stones of the chamber. “But do not forget, my love, that your strength is not just for battle. It is for me.” He reached out, his clawed hand tracing the outline of Tartarus’s muscular form, the very air around his fingertips crackling with dark energy. “Come, lie with me once more,” Moloch coaxed, his cock standing tall and proud, a symbol of the power and desire that bound them together. “Let us reaffirm our bond in the most primal of ways.” And as the demon’s hand slid down to grasp his own shaft, the Warrior-Prophet found himself unable to resist the siren’s call of his lover’s body. With a nod of understanding and a fierce determination to conquer the battles yet to come, Tartarus climbed onto the bed, straddling the Baron’s powerful thighs, ready to take the fiery member that had become an instrument of both pleasure and pain in their dark alliance. The air grew thick with anticipation as the two beings, bound by lust and fate, prepared to consummate their pact once again, their union a testament to the unyielding hunger for power that had brought them together in the shadowy embrace of hell itself.

With a wicked smile, Baron Moloch’s hand slid down Tartarus’s chiseled torso, his fiery fingertips tracing a symbol onto the Warrior-Prophet’s taut belly. The demon’s touch was like a brand, searing the symbol into his flesh with a hiss of pain that was immediately followed by a surge of power. “This mark,” Moloch murmured, his breath hot against Tartarus’s skin, “will be our secret, our bond etched upon your very being. It will serve as a conduit for my power, allowing you to harness the full extent of my strength in the battles to come.” The symbol was a complex web of hellish runes, pulsing with a dark energy that seemed to sink into Tartarus’s very soul. He watched in fascination and fear as the lines grew darker, the edges smoldering with a malevolent glow. The demon’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he leaned back, admiring his handiwork. “Now,” Moloch purred, his voice thick with desire, “you are truly mine, to serve me both on the battlefield and in the throes of passion.” The Warrior-Prophet felt the power of the mark surge through him, a fiery tide that filled him with newfound vigor and purpose. He knew that the path ahead was fraught with danger and depravity, but with the Baron’s mark upon him, he was ready to face whatever challenges lay in wait, their bond stronger and more potent than ever before.

With a snarl of triumph, Baron Moloch thrust his monstrous cock deep into Tartarus, the Warrior-Prophet’s body stretching to accommodate the intrusion. The suddenness of the act sent a bolt of pain and pleasure through Tartarus, his eyes widening with the shock of the penetration. Yet, even as he gasped, his hands moved of their own accord, reaching around to grip the demon’s fiery shaft and begin to stroke it in time with the Baron’s deep, powerful thrusts. The sensation of the Baron’s cock moving within him was unlike anything he had ever felt, the heat and the size of it a constant reminder of the power he had accepted, the price he had paid for his newfound strength. The demon’s eyes gleamed with pleasure as he watched Tartarus’s hand move over his member, the muscles of the Warrior-Prophet’s forearm flexing with each stroke. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the chamber, a symphony of flesh and fire that seemed to resonate with the very essence of their pact. Moloch’s hips bucked wildly, the force of his movements causing the chains of the bed to groan and clank in time with their passion. The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of brimstone and desire, as the two beings moved as one, their destinies forever intertwined in the fiery embrace of their dark alliance. The mark on Tartarus’s belly pulsed with each thrust, the power it contained resonating through every inch of his being, amplifying the pleasure and the pain until it became a single, overwhelming force that threatened to consume them both.

Baron Moloch’s fiery touch slid down Tartarus’s body, his clawed fingers encircling the Warrior-Prophet’s engorged cock. With a flick of his wrist, he etched a new symbol upon the shaft, a twisted representation of their union. The moment the final rune was drawn, the symbol flared to life, stretching from the base of Tartarus’s cock all the way to the Baron’s chest, a bridge of sizzling hellfire connecting them. The pain was exquisite, a blend of agony and ecstasy that caused Tartarus to arch his back and cry out, his cock growing even larger and harder under the demon’s skilled ministrations. The symbol glowed like a brand, a visual manifestation of their shared power and desire, as Moloch began to pump the Warrior-Prophet’s cock in time with his own deep, driving thrusts. The demon’s pecs bounced with each movement, the fiery chain connecting them jolting with each pump, sending waves of pleasure through both their bodies. The air grew hotter, the walls of the chamber seeming to pulse with the intensity of their passion, as the two beings moved in a frenzied dance of dominance and submission, their bond a living, breathing entity that grew stronger with each shared climax. The flames of their desire licked at the air, the very essence of hell woven into their every touch and caress, as they reveled in the dark ecstasy of their twisted love.

With a sinister smile, Baron Moloch reached down and grasped Tartarus’s engorged cock, the heat of his touch making the Warrior-Prophet’s eyes roll back in his head. He positioned it between his massive, fiery pecs, the tips of his nipples grazing the sensitive head. The demon’s chest muscles tensed as he began to squeeze, the friction of his breasts against the shaft sending waves of exquisite pain and pleasure through Tartarus’s body. Each time Moloch’s pecs met, the symbol they had created together flared brighter, the chain of fire that connected them growing more intense with every stroke. The Warrior-Prophet could feel the power surging through him, a fiery river that fueled his own desperate need to claim the demon that had become his master and lover. As Moloch’s pecs worked in unison with his thrusts, the room seemed to spin, the very fabric of reality bending to the will of their unholy union. The sound of their flesh slapping together was a cacophony of lust and power, a testament to the depth of their depravity. The demon’s eyes never left Tartarus’s, the flames of desire burning hotter with each passing second, as he fucked the Warrior-Prophet with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very foundations of their sanctum. The air grew thick with the scent of their love-making, the heat from their bodies threatening to set the very walls alight. And as the Baron’s pecs continued their relentless assault on Tartarus’s cock, the Warrior-Prophet felt the pressure building within him, the promise of a climax that would shake the very core of their bond.

Baron Moloch’s fiery eyes locked onto Tartarus’s, the flames of his desire mirroring the tormented passion that danced within the Warrior-Prophet’s gaze. With a sinister grin, the demon leaned forward, his massive breasts still squeezing and releasing the throbbing member between them. The tip of Tartarus’s cock, now a deep shade of crimson from the intense friction, was brought to Moloch’s waiting mouth. The Baron’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin, the heat of his breath a stark contrast to the icy chill that had once filled Tartarus’s soul. As the demon’s tongue flicked out to tease the slit, the Warrior-Prophet let out a low, guttural growl, his body trembling with the effort to maintain control. The Baron took this as a sign of permission, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh as he began to suck with a fervor that was both terrifying and intoxicating. The sensation was like nothing Tartarus had ever felt before, a fiery blend of pain and pleasure that seemed to reach into the very marrow of his bones. The chain of hellfire that connected them grew tauter, pulsing in time with Moloch’s eager sucks, as the demon’s saliva sizzled against his cock, the sound a symphony of desire and power. The Warrior-Prophet could feel his climax approaching, a volcanic eruption of energy that would serve as a testament to the depth of their alliance. The room was alive with the crackle of dark magic, the air thick with the promise of the unspeakable rewards that awaited them in the shadowy realms of their union. And as the Baron’s mouth moved in a frenzy of pleasure, Tartarus knew that he was on the cusp of something greater, something that would irrevocably change the very fabric of his being. 

With a roar that echoed through the fiery chambers of their sanctum, Tartarus climaxed, his cock erupting in a torrent of hot, white cum that filled Baron Moloch’s mouth. The demon’s eyes widened with greed as he swallowed the Warrior-Prophet’s seed, the very essence of Tartarus’s soul, and with each gulp, the chain of fire that bound them grew stronger, the power of their pact surging through their veins like a raging river of destruction. The Baron’s cheeks bulged as he took in the gallons of cum, his throat working to accommodate the sheer volume of the offering. The room was bathed in a crimson glow as the symbol on Tartarus’s belly pulsed in time with each spurt, the power of the pact resonating through the very air around them. As the final drops fell from the Warrior-Prophet’s cock, Moloch licked his lips, savoring the taste of power and submission, his own cock throbbing with the need for release. 

Baron Moloch’s stomach bulged obscenely, the skin stretched taut from the sheer volume of Tartarus’s cum. It was a grotesque sight, a visual representation of the power they had shared and the bond they had forged. The demon’s eyes shone with greed as he placed a hand over the distended flesh, feeling the warmth and potency of the Warrior-Prophet’s essence within him. “Your seed fuels my power,” Moloch rumbled, his grin wicked and insatiable. “And with each offering, our union grows stronger.” His gaze never left Tartarus’s face, the flames of his eyes a promise of the battles and pleasures to come. The Warrior-Prophet could only nod, his breathing ragged and his own cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his climax. And as Moloch’s hand began to slide down his own belly, the chains of their alliance tightening around them both, Tartarus knew that their story was far from over, the pages of their destiny still waiting to be written in the fiery ink of desire and war.

Baron Moloch, his eyes alight with the fires of the Sixth Circle, thrust into Tartarus one final time, burying his massive cock to the hilt within the Warrior-Prophet’s tight ass. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of their sanctum, the demon released his climax, filling Tartarus with a torrent of fiery cum that seemed to have no end. The Warrior-Prophet’s body convulsed around the demon’s shaft, his muscles clenching and releasing in waves of exquisite agony as the Baron’s seed burned through him, a fiery river that claimed every inch of his being. Moloch’s cock swelled even larger, the pressure building until Tartarus could feel the cum overflowing from his mouth, spilling down his chin and onto the bed of embers below. The demon’s orgasm was a force of nature, a cataclysm that mirrored the destruction they would soon wreak upon the cosmos in the name of their twisted love. 

As Tartarus’s body went limp with exhaustion, Baron Moloch’s fiery eyes remained focused, his passion not yet sated. With a triumphant snarl, the demon pulled his cock from the Warrior-Prophet’s ravaged ass, the chain of fire between them flickering with the intensity of their recent climax. The Baron’s massive form strode to the far side of the chamber, his fiery erection bobbing with each step. He reached into a shadowy recess, pulling forth a butt plug of monstrous proportions. The object was crafted from gleaming black stone, etched with the twisted runes of hell, and it pulsed with an eerie, malevolent energy that seemed to resonate with the very air around it. Moloch’s smile grew wider as he approached Tartarus, who lay sprawled and vulnerable upon the bed of embers, his breathing shallow and his eyes closed. The demon knew that this final act of submission would not just seal their bond, but also serve as a symbol of their dominance over the mortal world. He held the plug up to the light, the runes casting a sinister glow upon the Warrior-Prophet’s sweat-soaked body. “Prepare yourself, my love,” Moloch rumbled, his voice thick with desire. “For we have much work to do, and I would have you ever-ready for my touch.” With a wicked chuckle, he positioned the plug at Tartarus’s entrance, the tip glowing with a dark heat that promised both pleasure and pain. The Warrior-Prophet stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet the Baron’s fiery gaze, and in that moment, he knew that there was no turning back from the path they had chosen together. The demon pushed the plug into Tartarus, the Warrior-Prophet’s muscles tightening around the intrusion as the power of hell surged into him anew. The chain of fire grew taut once more, a silent testament to the depth of their union, and as the Baron withdrew, the plug remained firmly in place, a constant reminder of their unholy alliance. The air grew still, the flames of their desire momentarily quenched as they lay entwined, their hearts beating as one, awaiting the next call to battle and the dark delights it would bring.

Baron Moloch looked down at Tartarus’s distended belly, a twisted smile playing upon his fiery lips. The Warrior-Prophet’s body was a testament to the power they had shared, a vessel for the demon’s seed and the dark arts that now flowed through his veins. With a gentle, almost affectionate touch, Moloch began to rub the swollen flesh, the heat from his palm causing the stretch marks to glisten and pulse. Tartarus groaned, his eyes fluttering open to meet the Baron’s gaze. The demon’s touch was a strange blend of comfort and dominance, a reminder that he now belonged to Moloch in every conceivable way. The Warrior-Prophet felt his cock stir once more, the mark on his belly burning with a newfound hunger. The Baron leaned in, his breath hot against Tartarus’s skin, and whispered, “Rest now, my love. For tomorrow, we shall feast upon the ashes of our enemies and revel in the fires of our passion once more.” With a final, lingering caress, Moloch stood, his own cock still standing proud, a beacon of their shared power. The chamber grew quiet, the flames of their love dimming to a soft glow as they lay entwined, their bodies healing and rejuvenating, ready for the battles and pleasures that awaited them in the shadowy tapestry of their fate.

The moment Baron Moloch retreated from Tartarus’s stretched belly, the pulsing sensation grew more intense. The Warrior-Prophet watched in a mix of horror and fascination as his stomach rapidly deflated, the flesh seemingly sucked into the very fabric of his body. His hands moved instinctively to his chest, feeling the unnatural swelling of his pecs, each one now the size of a boulder, the fiery runes inscribed upon them burning brighter than ever before. His cock, which had already begun to soften, grew rigid once more, stretching and thickening until it was a monstrous, throbbing phallus that stood tall and proud. His testicles followed suit, swelling to the size of his fists, heavy and pendulous with the promise of more power. And as for his ass, it tightened around the embedded butt plug, the muscles stretching and quivering as if eager for the next round of depravity. The transformation was complete, and Tartarus knew that he had become something more than a mere warrior—he was now a living cum-dump, a conduit for the power of hell itself. The pain of the change was a sweet agony, a reminder of his bon. As the Baron’s chuckles echoed through the chamber, Tartarus could only lay there, panting and overwhelmed, his body now a living testament to the unholy union they had forged in the fires of lust and war.

Tartarus stared up at the Baron, his eyes wide with newfound understanding. The gravity of Moloch’s words sank in, a cold dread coiling in his gut. “Hell’s personal cum-dump,” he murmured to himself, the reality of his existence now clear. He had become an instrument of the demon’s pleasure and power, a mere receptacle for the fiery seed that would fuel their dark reign. The Warrior-Prophet felt a tear roll down his cheek, a silent admission of the truth that now bound him in chains of lust and fate. Yet, even in his despair, the allure of the power he had been granted remained, a seductive whisper that promised victory and dominance in the battles to come. The Baron leaned in, his fiery breath hot against Tartarus’s ear, and whispered, “Embrace your role, my pet. For together, we shall conquer worlds and feast upon the screams of the damned.” The demon’s grip on his soul was absolute, his love a prison of pleasure and pain that Tartarus could never escape. And as the Baron’s eyes gleamed with malicious pleasure, Tartarus knew that he had been irrevocably claimed, his destiny forever intertwined with the monstrous creature that had become his lover and master. The fire of hell burned within him now, a constant reminder of the price he had paid for power, a price that would be paid in full with every drop of cum that filled his body and every battle they won. The pact was sealed, and there was no turning back from the path of darkness they had chosen. With a sigh of resignation, Tartarus closed his eyes, accepting his fate, and waited for Hell to take him once more in a fiery embrace that would consume him.

The hand moved lightly over my pussy under my skirt. I  had laid down for a nap. I felt the hand as it moved from my pussy to moving my skirt up. I tried not to move as I wondered what was next. It wasn’t long before I felt the hand begin to apply gel to my pussy. It moved slowly as it moved through the entrance and passed the sphincter.

Oh god how I loved the magic in the hand as it loved my pussy. Then it stopped for a bit and then I felt weight on the bed and an object placed near the entrance to my throbbing pussy. The hand moved the object to the mouth of my super hot pussy. The object started its way into my pussy. It passed the sphincter kissing it as it passed. 

Oh my god, how hot this lover was making me as his cock moved into the recesses of my hungry pussy. I pushed up to meet my lover’s thrust. In my dream the mystery lover knew how I loved to be fucked. I felt his lips touch my neck then I knew who it was and I turned to smile at my uncle Ben.

It wasn’t a dream but uncle Ben had quietly slipped in to make love to me. His cock stroked my pussy with slow moving love. It felt so good, making me moan with pleasure.  “OH yes, yeeesss,” I moaned. “Fuck my pussy! Yeeesss, oh yessss, yessss! Oh honey I love it so much.  Aaaaaaah,mmmmmmm, yeeesss! Fuck me, fuck meee!”

Ben’s cock slipped in and out, then his rhythm changed and it became faster and I knew he would soon fill my pussy with his nectar. One hard push and I felt his hot seed as it bounced within my hungry pussy. His throbbing cock stayed in. Spent of its loving seed, and then it slowly slipped out. 

Ben turned me around and kissed me. Our tongues interlocked with each other. They searched our mouths as if hungry for something. I pulled him close, my arms encircled him, drawing him close, not wanting to let go. I managed to get a hand between us to grab his still wet cock. Our kiss intensified, small moans filled the air. We broke for air and trying to catch a breath, I said,

“What a beautiful way to wake up from a nap!”

“Mmmmm, I saw that beautiful pussy looking at me and I had to have her!”

“I’m so glad you took her. I thought that I was dreaming until you kissed my neck. You kiss my neck in a special way, and I love it!”

“I’m glad you love it. I want to keep you as my gurl forever.”

We kissed some more and then got up and cleaned up. We showered together, each one taking extra care in washing each other’s cocks. Our hot eager mouths encircled each tube, our tongues ran around each other’s cock. We had to end our fun in the shower as time was getting away. 

 “We better hurry or we’ll miss our flight to mexico!”

Mmmm,yeeesss!, Mexico! Oh but that’s another story of Uncle Ben and his favorite nephew or should it be niece? Aahhh, it’s a gurl!

When my parents divorced I didn’t see much of my dad but he would show up at my birthday parties and graduations with cash in his hand. My dad worked construction. He was big and strong with a growing beer belly.  I was five when my parents separated. He wasn’t cut out to be a husband or a father. He wasn’t a bad person; he just wasn’t great with responsibility. My dad knocked up my mom right after high school and my mom was six months pregnant when they married. My mother found a nice, responsible, boring guy and married him as soon as her divorce was finalized from my father. 

I started college with hopes of becoming an architect. My stepfather got me an internship with an architect firm and I was meeting them at a big project they were working on. It was Friday and I was leaving the building site when I ran into my father at his truck.

“Dad?”

“Hey! Brock. What are you doing here?” He asked turning to look at me.

“I got an internship with the architects for the building. You working construction here?”

“Yeah, just finished up for the day. Letting the A/C run for a bit before I get in. It’s a hot one.”

“Yeah, I’m hella sweating. I was just about to order an Uber.”

“I can give you a ride back to the dorms if you want?”

“Thanks, but I was thinking of stopping by the brewery before heading back.”

“You college boys and your fancy beer. I got a 12pack of the good stuff at my place. Why don’t you come with and we can catch up.”

“Sure, I’ll drink your beer and save some money.”

“Ha-Ha, alright. Come on.” He said as we got in his truck.

Dad’s apartment was dark and cool. I’ve never been there before. It was a one bedroom one bath. My dad and I didn’t have a lot in common but walking in I realized we did have at least one thing in common. The place smelled like weed. I mostly take gummies but I have no problem taking a hit from a bong and there was one right on the coffee table.

“Grad some beers out of the fridge. I’m gonna get out of these work clothes.” My dad said as he headed down the hall.

I got two beers and brought them to the couch. I set one down on the coffee table and opened the other. I took a swig and it tasted good. I loved beer right out of a nice cold glass bottle. My dad came out of his bedroom. He took off his work clothes but didn’t change into new clothes. He came into the room in a pair of tight white boxers. I didn’t know guys still wore boxers. I thought everyone wore boxer briefs now adays. His white under shirt was also tight. It showed off his big pecks and growing belly.

“How’s the beer?” he asked as he grabbed his from the table.

“Great! Nice and cold.” I said as I watched him sit down in his recliner. I noticed the opening of his boxers spread apart. I couldn’t see anything; it was a dark abyss. I had to look away. Then he saw me checking out his bong.

“You smoke?” He asked.

“Hell yeah!”

“Well, let’s light it up. I love a good high after a long day of work.” 

We passed the bong back and forth a few times. He had some good shit. I was hella high. We were talking and joking around. I was having a good time but I was also getting really horny. I could see my dad’s pubes sticking out of the fly of his boxers after his last hit. His thick thighs made it so I couldn’t look up his shorts but I could of sworn his bugle was getting bigger. My boner was stretching my underwear.

“Is it just me or does smoking weed get you a little horny?” My dad asked as I watched him rub his bugle. I didn’t know what to say but I pulled at my pants. “I think you might want to get more comfortable. We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“What?” I asked looking at him.

“Your skinny jeans and tight dress shirt can’t be comfortable. It’s just the two of us here.”

He was right my clothes were uncomfortable. I was so high and I wanted to feel more comfortable. I unbutton my dress shirt. I wasn’t wearing an undershirt because I felt it was too hot of a day to wear one. I had to take off my shoes so I could pull my off jeans. I worried my dad would see my boner so I put my dress shirt on my lap as I pulled my pants off from the couch. I immediately felt much better.

“One more hit?” my dad asked.

“Sounds good.”

“You set it up. I’m gonna grab us another beer.” My dad said as he got up. He pulled off his undershirt and tossed it on the floor by his chair. He had a light dusting of dark hairs on his chest and stomach. He nipples were big and pink. I noticed his dick hanged down one of his legs. The print of his mushroom head was hard to miss in his boxers.

He came back from the kitchen and handed me a beer. His bulge right in my face. I couldn’t look away. He noticed. He reached down and grabbed my dress shirt and pulled it off my lap exposing my hard boner to him in my stretched boxer briefs. The light gray of them made it impossible to miss.

“This is a nice shirt. It feels expensive.”

“No, I got it at TJ Maxx on sale.” I told him. He tossed the shirt to the other side of the couch and went back to sit in his chair.

I took the first hit and passed the bong to him. He didn’t say anything about my boner so I didn’t try to cover it back up. While my dad took a hit I noticed his dick head was poking out the leg of his boxers. Shit, it looked big. I glanced at my bugle and noticed a growing wet spot.

“You didn’t get that from my side of the family.”

“What?” I said looking up at him. He was looking down at my crotch.

“I barely produce any precum.” He said as I watched him play with his cock head that was poking out. He rubbed his finger around the piss hole and then brought it to his mouth. “I love the taste but never make enough.”

“Fuck.” I said feeling my own precum oozing out of my dick.

“You every taste yours?” He asks. I just shock my head yes. “Try some. How does it taste?”

My horny mind listened to him without question. I reached my hand in my underwear and collected a sampling along my finger. I brought it to my mouth. Mmm, it tasted so good. A moan escaped from my mouth.

“I’m jealous.” My dad said. “I sharded my beer and weed with you. Do you have anything you can share with me?”

“Are you serious?” I asked wondering if we were thinking the same thing.

My dad got up and sat between my legs. “Fuck yeah I am. Precum is delicious.”

My dad pulled down my underwear and my hard dick popped out. I helped my dad removed my underwear from around my ankles. He grabbed my dick. His hand was big and strong. His calluses sent a shiver through my body. I watched as he stuck out his tongue. He moved his head down to my crotch and licked the length of my dick. He licked around my cock head and squeezed my dick. I watched as a glob of precum formed around my piss hole. My dad sucked it up.

“Mmm” he said looking up at me.

“Dad, you’re sucking my cock!”

“Yeah and you are loving it, aren’t you? Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no!” I said pushing my dick towards him. I never get to spend much time with him. My mom always said he wasn’t reliable. I don’t know what she was talking about. My dad’s lips were around my cock, sucking my juices out of me. He was great, too good. I had to pull him off of me after a few minutes. “Shit, dad, you got skills.”          

“Yeah, I’m good at sex but it’s been a while since I have been fucked and this cock is making my ass twitch.” He said stroking my length.

“Fuck dad, really?” Oh shit, was my dad going to let me fuck him or was I dreaming? My dad went back to my cock and really stated slurping on it. He was coating it with his saliva.

“I made this cock and now I want it in me.” My dad said standing up and pulling down his boxers. His cock was thick and was curved like a banana pointing up.

“Yes dad.”

“Give me some of your spit.” He said reaching his hand to my mouth. I spit into his hand. “More”

“Should we get some lube?” my mouth was a bit dry from all the weed we smoked.

“Fuck no, my sweaty ass and our spit will do.” He said causing my mouth to water.

He took my spit and reached around and rubbed it into his ass crack. He spat on my dick a few times before he climbed on the couch. I watched as he pulled his ass cheeks apart and sank down on my dick. The first thing I felt was his sweaty ass hairs. Then I felt his hole pushing against my cock head. I slowly slid into my dad. He was tight and he went slow. My length slid all the way in and my dad finally sat down on my lap.

“Oh fuck.” I said looking at his dick leaning on my stomach. I looked up at him. He had his eyes closed, with a look of ecstasy on his face. He felt so good. I pushed into him, needing more. My dad opened his eyes and smiled at me.

“Yeah, you really filled me up. Oh man. It’s been a while.” He said rocking on my hips.

“I can’t believe I’m inside of you.”

“Yeah, how does it feel?” He said squeezing his ass cheeks.

“Oh, fuck dad. Ride me.”       

“Yeah, you are kinky just like your daddy.”  Kink? This was a full on fetish that I never dreamed would be possible.

My dad started picking up speed and I started meeting him with each thrust. We were moaning and getting louder. We were watching each other. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He leaned forward, our foreheads touching. I could smell the beer on his breath. My hands explored his body. I squeezed the soft flesh of his ass and ran my hands alone his firm back and broad shoulders. I went to his chest, found his pecks and felt his big erect nipples.

“Oh yeah, don’t stop!” he said as I pitched his nipples.

He leaned into me and pressed our lips together. I gladly opened my mouth and accepted his tongue. I almost came when we started kissing. We kissed until we needed to catch our breaths.            

“Grab my cock, I gotta cum. Are you ready?”

“Yeah dad, I’m so fucking ready.” I grabbed his fat cock and started jacking him off. He bounced on me faster, his ass squeezing my cock. “Oh, dad I am so close.”

“Yeah, come with me. I wanna feel our loads.”

“Oh, fuck dad. Yes!” I felt my orgasm coming. I let the feeling take over. “Come with me, dad!” I shouted as I felt my balls release their load. I shoved my dick up his ass as my cum filled his guts.

“Yes son! I feel you!” he said as I watched cum shot from his dick onto my chest. His load was hot on my skin. I milked his cock and then collected some of his cum and brought it to my mouth. My dad kissed me again, tasting his load in my mouth. “Mmm, next time I wanna taste your load.”

“Next time, I wanna get this dick in my ass.” I said grabbing his softening cock again.

“If you stay the night we can make sure that happens.” My dad said getting off my lap.

“A sleep over with my dad, that sounds hot.”

“Yeah, but first we gotta eat. I staving.”

“Me too dad, me too…”

I’d visited him a few times for some blow and go’s. The last time he was much more handsy then anytime before. He was grabbing my ass and pulling my hair. He pushed me roughly to my knees this time. Before, he had patiently waited for me to take off my shirt and drop to my knees. But this time he was acting much more aggressive, making me nervous. I’d never been nervous with him before. After completing the act, swallowing, I asked what was going on. He just laughed, telling me he was getting bored with our current arrangement. I told him I was enjoying it, but may be open to other things id he could explain what he had in mind. Bluntly, he simply replied: “Fuck you like a pig, of course. You’ve seen the movie, Deliverance, haven’t you?”

I hadn’t. So I found it on YouTube and watched a few scenes. Fuck. That’s pretty graphic for a 30 year old movie. I texted him asking how that would play out with me. He just laughed, again. LOL. He said he would make me run up the stairs while he pulled my panties down, order me to squeal like a pig, then bend me over and fuck the shit out of me. He said I’d probably like it because I’m a little bitch. I wasn’t so sure. I didn’t contact him again for a few weeks. 

I kept watching the rape scene in the movie, putting myself in the ‘pig’s’ place. I couldn’t stop watching. I’d get hard watching and listening to it. I’d feel my cock twinge when I’d see the man grabbing the ‘pig’s’ tits and slapping his ass. I closed my eyes, simply listening to the orders, the squealing from the poor, helpless victim, the rough, demanding voice of the hillbilly. It’s very sick and weird that I’d enjoy this violent scene. But, I did. I tried to resist going back to watch more. But, instead, I find myself at WalMart buying some new underwear. Some tidy white briefs. 

He pulled my shirt and shorts off and slapped my ass hard. “Oh, you saw the movie!” Looking at my tight little boy panties. I just stared back at him. “Get up the fucking stairs, piggy.”

He slapped my ass all the way up the stairs, calling me a bitch and a pig. The bedspread was pulled off. There were several lengths of rope on the bed and a ball gag. As he pushed me face down on the sheets, I noticed a bottle of Astroglide ass lube and a rubber dildo, a big black one, on the night table. This was going to be a long afternoon. And it was.

He told me he was going to pop my bitch cherry himself. The dildo was for later, to keep my ass spread and ready for rounds 2 and 3 and 4, and for when I was sucking his cock. He roughly pulled my arms up over my head and tied my wrists to the headboard. When I tried to resist, or whine about how he was treating me, he would push my face into the pillows and order me to “Shut Up!”

The assault came quickly. he was rock hard manhandling me. He loved this. He climbed on, pressing his slippery cock between my cheeks. “This is going to be so fucking nice, piggy bitch.” Before he ordered me to squeal like a pig, and entered my tight little hole, he worked my ass and my tits, grabbing and squeezing them. He leaned down and kissed my ass cheeks. His mouth was kissing my cheek while his hands were smearing lube all around my little hole. He didn’t slip a finger in. He was waiting for his cock to enter me for my first sensation of being violated. Now, up on me, his hands on my tits and his cock wiggling around my hole, he whispered in my ear. “Cry like a piggy, bitch. Squeal like one. Do it now.”

The rubber ball strapped in my mouth wouldn’t allow me to speak, but I could squeal. And I did. At first it was just a little test. Barely a sound. He gripped my tits, pinching really hard. A louder squeal. “Fucking squeal, piggy!” 

“Mummph! OK, OK! Wheeee!”

“That’s better, piggy.”

And then… “Wheee, Wheee, Wheee….WHEEE!!!”

Well, you’ve most likely been penetrated. So you know. Bu that first time id hard to forget. That cock feels so fucking big. It makes you forget everything else happening. I remember the endless pumping in and out. Spreading me out. Pulling my hair, pulling my head back as he forced his cock in as deep as possible. He loved it. I wasn’t sure if I did. 

But weeks later, I realized I wanted more. Lot’s more. more cock, more fucking, more bound and gagged fun. I couldn’t get the event out of my head. So, yes, now I’m obsessed with gay sex, bromance, fucking, kissing and having a fuck buddy close by as often as possible. I’m stuck here. I just can’t move anywhere else. Where do I go from here. A real relationship with another man is really difficult. I don’t know why, but it is. So here I am, hoping to find a guy for me, who will fuck the piggy out of me. If there is such a man. 

Billy

I went back the very next day to meet Grant and Joe for another hot fisting session. Much to my surprise, there were two other men there as well! One was White, 64, 5’6, 150, hairy chest, mustache, with incredibly small hands. The other a very fit man of Asian background, 5’9”, 49, smooth, gym sculpted body, larger hands. 

When I walked into the bedroom I could sense all eyes on me. When I stripped, the new White man, Bill, couldn’t keep his hands off me. The Asian man, John, asked me about my chastity cage and how long I’d been wearing it (since Mid-January), and Joe began to touch my tattoos asking about their significance.  Grant just sat in his chair watching his guests fondle me until he said, “wait til you get in his ass. You’ll love it!”

Since Joe and Grant had already been inside me the day before, Bill was given the honor of opening me up. I had taken another gummy and ‘shroom so I was way ready to get going. I brought out a large tub of Elbow Grease and I was on my back with my legs up in no time. Joe was behind me, holding up my ankles so my gaping cunt was winking directly in Bill’s direction. 

Once Bill’s fingers touched my insides, it was like a slow electruc current moving through my body. I drew a nice big hit of Pig, and my hole responded perfectly. I pushed my ass up on high to gobble up Bill’s duck-billed hand down to his wrist. Once it burst through I saw shades of red, orange, and yellow under my eyelids. “Ohhh yess”, I moaned like a bitch. “That’s it, Sir, open my faggot hole!”

Bill pulled out his left hand and used his closed right fist to push through my ring. It wasn’t even a slow go as I’d been recently opened.  His small fist was in half way down to the elbow. Soon, Bill was treating me to slow punches, then building to a faster tempo as he really busted open my pussy lips, making them stretch around his fist. I wasn’t expecting after another draw on the brown bottle that  Bill would be using my cunt as his personal boxing bag, but he was literally obliterating my guts and I came very hard multiple times, spewing my heavy load out of the cage and onto my stomach. Joe used his fingers to feed it to me while Bill continued his anal assault.

”oh wow, thank you, Sir,” I said while insanely high from the endorphin rush after Bill pulled his fist out of my ass. Bill and John spun me around so now Bill held my ankles back with his greasy hands as it was John’s turn to go in. I could feel right away the larger stretch as John’s hands were quite bigger. My cunt offered no resistance to the larger intrusion. This time I put the gas mask on my head and as my hole opened even more, John pushed his fist inside deeper. With the mask still on, John began to deliver a more forceful series of punches, using those muscles in his developed upper body to really take it to me. When I removed the mask, I spread my legs open wide to signal I wanted more. I tweaked my nipples hard as John showed up Bill and gave me a complete hole wreckage series of blows from each fist one after the other, maybe 30 or even more until I began pissing myself and shaking. It is rare to get to the state of complete and utter utopia, John definitely took me there!

I was spun a half turn and Joe got inside me. “I love this insatiable ass. This hole takes it all! Unbelievable!”. Grant joined us on the other side of the king bed and he held my legs back for Joe. By this point my cunt was very gaping and rosebud was in complete display. Joe punched right through it with his heavily greased hand and he’d gone up to the elbow, my deepest of the afternoon so far.  I felt his second flat hand stretching my ring with its fingers. It was time for the gas mask again I poured some fresh poppers into the cotton ball and began to breathe deeply. Those magical fumes had my head spinning out and all of my senses turned to my open faggot cunt. I pushed it out to give Joe the room he needed to get his other hand inside. I removed the mask and watched in the mirror above the bed, it was like I was outside myself, watching a movie seeing two closed fists push up my guts, over and over again. More piss jumped out of my locked cock landing all over my chest and some hit Grant’s chest over me, too.

Joe was physically tiring from the exertion of double punching me for an extended time, so once again, it was a game of spin the bottom and I was rotated toward Grant. His smaller hands were already greased and ready, and he wasted no time placing one fist over the other and was wrist deep. I huffed some max impact spray, just a little, and we were off to the races. Grant gave me a cannonball fisting, one hand over the other and holy fuck of fucks, it felt wild. The adrenaline mixed in with all the chemicals of gummies, shroom, and poppers had me floating and it was exquisite.

That wrapped up round 1 in the bed. We’d probably played spin the bottom for well over an hour and a half, and my hole was buzzing, tingling, wanting and needing more. 

I’d seen off to the side a huge strap on dildo that was thicker than any wrist and at least 18” deep. It belonged to John who asked if I wanted to try it. Of course I said yes and I was escorted to the sling. I watched John and Bill coat it heavily with lube before John lined it up to my tunnel cunt.  I opened the fresh IronFist and spread my legs and felt the black fake cock head bust through. It was.a smooth glide as more inches moved inside me. When we were at the half way point, I took another hit and once again my hangry hole wanted even more. John began to fuck that huge toy inside me, it gradually got deeper and deeper inside until I’d swallowed all of it, the fake bull balls resting againstt my quaking and swollen pussy lips. I begged John to fuck me with it, all the way in and out and I began to babble incompressibly. When my eyes were closed and I was in a complete trance, he pulled out completely and punched his fist down to the elbow, not missing a beat. Grant was next to him applying more grease to his other forearm, and John was soon double punching me with his forearms! This was heaven, I thought my guts were never gonna be the same as he threw his entire body into it!

Thay was by far the most intense play session of the afternoon, and would not be equaled by the other men. Grant, Joe, and Bill each took a round inside me, Joe wanting to get in double fists, which I took easily after John’s extreme pinch out. We ended with the sling moving at warp speed as Joe and Bill stood side by side and took turns having my hole swing into their closed fists. I was like a pendulum on each down swing my hole would squelch open, and land half way down each arm, first Bill’s then Joe.’s.

That was a good 3-4 hour very aggressive and extreme hole play session that left me leaving Grant’s place feeling completely used and satisfied. I think I was humming in the Lyft drive home. I felt lighter than air ( I know I’m already light in my loafers), and my the continuous manipulation of my prostate with the variety of knuckles and fists, just felt extremely awesome. 

All 4 men were seriously hard and wanting to seed my well-worn fuckhole. One by one each shoved a fist and cock inside me and squirted everything they had from their nuts!

When I got home, I put a big plug in my butt, and rode it until I shot another load, using their cum for lube. Then I texted Jace to say “I think it’s time to unlock”. These assgasms are amazing, yes, but for the life of me, not being able to stroke one out in full girth for over 6 months is making me insane! 

Jace replied after a few minutes, “Not yet. Not until I say so.”

I knew I took a chance by texting Jace, and I think I pissed him off, so who knows how much longer my dick will be caged? 

Justin and Jack are part of an equestrian riding club.  Both are gay and were attracted to the club because of the clothes and boots.   They love seeing boys in their tight britches that show off their asses.  The britches are tucked into beautiful knee high black riding boots.  Seeing boys in their beautiful high boots makes them hard. 

Justin is 23 years old. He is 5-11  with brown hair and weighs 170lbs.  As a teen he was attracted to boys, particularly boys wearing boots and leather jackets.    He started watching gay porn and getting off watching boys in leather and boots. 

Jack is 24 and is 6 ft, blond and weighs 175.   He has always loved wearing boots.  His first ejaculation came from putting on a pair of beautiful cowboy boots.

They both love riding and also how it lets them dress in a way that is arousing sexually.    It took them a while to catch that they were both gay.  One day Jack saw Justin shining his beautiful boots and that his crotch was hard.   He got hard himself noticing Justin’s erection.

 Jack asked Justin to go for a beer after riding lessons.  They were wearing their street clothes with Justin wearing tight faded jeans tucked into a beautiful pair of black calf high cowboy boots.  Jack was wearing jeans with a pair of high top Nike AF1s.   They chatted about the instructors and  how they enjoyed riding. The boys continued meeting until one day after several beers  Jack reached over and put his hand on Justin’s thighs. He also put his Nikes on top of Justin’s boots and rubbed them.  

“I find  you very attractive Justin, particularly in your riding outfit. Your ass looks so great in the breeches.”

“I love you seeing you, Jack, in your boots.  The  tall boots really turn me on and make me hard.”

“Let’s get together at my place and make sure we both are wearing our riding gear.”

“Sounds like fun”

They meet at Jack’s place and they start to kiss on the black leather couch.  Justin can’t wait to go down and lick Jack’s boots.  He starts at the top licking and stroking the shaft.   Jack strokes  his hardening crotch as he watches Justin making loves to his boots.  

“Oh yeah, Justin do my lovely boots.  I know you love them.”

Both are hard now as Justin reaches the bottom of Jack’s boots and kisses the toes.     Jack pushes the toe his boot into  Justin’s mouth.

“Suck it pretty boy.” 

 Pushing his boot in Justin’s mouth, Jack comes.   

“OHHHHH FUUCK, You love my fuckin boots, don’t you.”

Justin nods with the  gorgeous boot in his mouth.

Jack unzips his breeches so Justin can suck his cock now.  Justin licks the cum off Jack’s cock then starts to suck the head.  As he sucks Jack’s cock Justin feels Jack’s tight ass.  Sucking cock and rubbing ass Justin is hard. 

“Your such a hot bitch, Justin, I want to fuck you now”

“Yeah ride my ass in your boots. I will reach back and hold them and  feel the beautiful black leather that I licked”

“First I am going to do your pretty pink hole and get it ready for my cock.”

Jack goes down on Justin’s hole, kissing and licking it.  He fucks his hole with his tongue while Justin moans.

“Oh fuck do my hole, get it ready for your meat. I feel my pussy getting warm and wet now”

“I am going to mount you and ride you hard in my boots, you bitch.”

Jack enters Justin now who is crying to be fucked.  He starts slowly and picks  up rhythm going deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“Yeah, that’s its, fill me up and dump your load deep inside me.  I want to be your fuckin bitch boy in my pretty boots. Oh fuck, man”

“You pussy is so hot, I love fucking you”.

“Yeah, ride my ass all night”

Jack pulls his dick out and calls for Justin to get on his back.   Justin’s legs are over his head and his boots almost touching behind him.

In this position Jack can go deeper.  He grabs Justin’s  boots and holds as he fucks him.  He pulls the left boot to mouth and starts to lick it and kiss it. ”

“Oh yeah, make  love to my boots.”

Seeing Jack’s lips on his boots and his cock deep inside,  Justin comes  OHHHHHHHHHHHH.  Some of his cum lands on Jack’s boots.

Jack drops his load deep inside Justin.   OH FUCKKKKKKK

Justin goes down on Jack’s boots and licks his cum there, making them shine. 

“Fuck that was hot, Justin.  I want to take a pic of the two of us in our boots.”

Embracing each other standing in their knee high riding boots, Jack takes several  photos.

 At his place Justin looks at the pics and fantasizes about Jack and his boots.  He jerks off thinking of Jack’s boots and his cock  which filled him and made him whole.

Sometimes, in a pick-up spot known for sexual connections, a random encounter can be incredible.  One day, while venturing along a well-traveled raised wooden pathway around a lake, I concluded that the two or three vehicles in the parking lot may or may not lead to a connection among the shrubs and trees that provided the necessary anonymity for sexual indulgence.  This public but well-hidden area attracted all sorts of men.  Older married men who wanted some side encounter; younger twink types who were seeking a male of any variety; others with huge dicks that wanted to be worshipped; and then the ordinary height-weight proportional guys in their 30s and 40s who were seeking sexual release as a part of their day. 

I fall into the latter category, a regular fellow who just wanted to connect for fun.  I wandered the raised pathway for a while, passing by one or two men who didn’t create tension.  I was beginning to feel that there would be no action that day.  I even found one of the benches in a remote sitting area and decided to wait and see if an encounter would materialize.  The day was warm; the sky was filled with white fluffy clouds, so sitting alone was not an unpleasant experience.  However, after a while, I became antsy and decided another tour of the circular pathway may yield something of interest.

I stood up, stretched, and began the tour.  The dense foliage on either side of the pathway prevented one from seeing very far along the raised walkway.  So, the seated person could not see anyone until the potential connection turned one of the many angles along the way.  I made the entire tour and returned to the sitting area in something of a mood.  I wanted a connection.  But I also didn’t want to spend the whole afternoon seeking pleasure.  I promised myself one more tour, and that would be it.  So I relaxed briefly, then rose, stepping onto the path.

There was no one initially, so I kept walking.  Then, at the end of another sitting area was this man who had his hand around his cock.

Let me describe Howard.  Howard was a big man who came from Eastern North Carolina farm stock.  Howard was a large man, over six feet tall, with great girth and broad shoulders. He was imposing.  I didn’t know if there would be a connection as I approached.  However, when he removed his hand from his barely hidden cock, I connected instantaneously. His fat big headed dick pulsed rock hard with his foreskin peeking over the rim of his glans.  As I remember, I walked up to Howard, rubbing my crotch.  I reached for his generous, thick uncut cock and fell to my knees.

I treated this corn-fed monster with enthusiasm and delicacy.  Howard pulled the foreskin back so I had total access to the rim of the glans, around which I could swish my tongue and fill my mouth.

At that moment, Howard’s dick became a consecrated icon of maleness.  I relished the feelings that shot through my body.  I was sucking a huge, thick ideal cock.  I had to rearrange my dick to compensate for the hard-on poking uncomfortably against my underwear.  Time seemed to stop or, more realistically, became dream-like.  I was sucking a dick whose girth and fullness epitomized the pleasure one could derive from sex.  This moment was the moment of eternal sex. 

I was lost in the extreme act, the total submission to a grand cock, lapping up each lick of the head and then engulfing the shaft that split the back of my throat, jabbing me and blocking my breath.  Holding Howard’s dick as deep as I could take it and as long as I could take it drove me into a state of ecstasy.  Time and time again, I would absorb as much of this man-sized gift, then release it and concentrate on the head.  I felt the pre-cum rest on my tongue as I swallowed its neutral but distinct flavor.  I marveled to myself over and over how lucky I was to be sucking this big, robust desirable head.  I waited, and I had been rewarded.

Unable to restrain myself, I unzipped and started jacking when Howard lifted me by my shoulders.  I stood up; Howard squeezed my dick, fell to his knees, and began sucking me with vigor and enthusiasm. The exact details of that encounter years ago escape me.  I know we both came sucking each other but the order of the orgasms are remnants of the past.

However, Howard and I developed a relationship.  Howard came to my house on numerous occasions.  We stayed in hotel rooms overlooking the ocean in Myrtle Beach.  The last time we were together was déjà vu. Having had my first sex on a farm, surrounded by forest, as a boy, the smell of pine and being engulfed in a forest of pine trees brought the memories of sucking the huge dick back into the forefront of my mind.

Because I had driven to his house close to the North Carolina/South Carolina border, a place near his acreage became the location of our meeting.  The October night was warm, calm, and refreshing.  The slight air movement made one feel alive.  I followed his truck as we pulled off the paved road onto a dirt road that led into a field surrounded by pine trees and other foliage.  The grass growing on this dormant field was eight to ten inches high.

We lowered our trousers and exchanged sucks.  I don’t know if it were the childhood emotions of my first big thick farmer cock a long time ago, but the intensity of me being on my knees with a raging cock, pulsating because of the moment, drove me into a new state of mind.

Howard let me know that he was going crazy with the way I was sucking his dick.  The memories mixed with the moment threw my thoughts into a frenzy.  The fat thick base of his cock seemed to expand and then the flexing that foretold of an explosion.

I took the pre-cum and saliva from his dick, bathed my cock in the magic liquid, and jacked in tandem with the pulses of his cock.

“I’m going to cum!”

I pulled back just long enough to say, “I know.”

“I’m cumming.  This is the hottest scene we’ve ever had.  I can’t tell you how much I love what you are doing to me.”

We shot off together.

This evening was indeed one of the hottest times Howard and I shared and one of the hottest encounters of my life. Many years have passed, and Howard and I are still in contact.

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Books on Amazon by Buck Jones 

• Marine Stories
• Gay Joining the Corps
• Young Marine and Gramps
• Marine Encounters