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  • My Buddy’s Dad

    As I walked uneasily down the dark hall on my way to pee, I briefly saw him through the open bedroom door. My friend’s dad Tony was sitting on his king size bed with his shirt off, his back against the headrest. The TV’s soft glow lit up the room revealing his well-built hairy chest and the large tattoos that covered his body. After relieving myself in the guest bathroom, I walked back down the dark hallway towards the couch, and just when I was about to pass his room again I heard him call my name.

    Travis and his father Tony had lived down the street from me since the summer before 8th grade. When we were kids, Travis and I were both into riding bikes and camping in our back yards, we would play outside almost every day until it was time to go home. Travis’s dad Tony was a manly man, and he always dressed the part, wearing blue jeans and a tight white tank top shirts adorned with thin gold chains that hung around his neck. He stood about 6’ tall and he had jet black hair and a black Italian goatee to match. He was always with a new woman and never home for very long. As the years went by, Travis and I started hanging out at his house when his dad was gone to drink beers and watch football games. By the 10th grade Travis dad would sometimes hang out with us. Supplying us with beers while we sat on the couch watching whatever seasonal sport was on at the time.

    Travis was an Italian stud like his dad, growing facial hair before the rest of us, he was into sports and girls. He had showed me my first Playboy magazine and gave me my first cigarette.  Compared to Travis I was quite the opposite, standing a bit shorter and paler, I was always a baby-faced pale kid with a slim build and a bubble butt, I had joined theatre and played soccer instead of the football, and Travis and I grew apart during the last few years of school.

    Since recently graduating high school Travis and I had begun to hang out again. One afternoon while sitting on his couch to avoid the scorching heat outside Tony had asked us if we wanted to go to REO Speedwagon concert that weekend. Travis and I both looked at each other and shrugged “why not”. We were both ready for anything to break the monotony.

    That next Saturday we all rode in Tonys red Bronco to the stadium. After finding our seats and watching the opening act Travis took a call from his girlfriend and then disappeared. Tony and I watched the rest of concert while sitting next to each other drinking several overpriced beers and cheering on the band during the big hits. As the show came to an end we decided to bail Just before the finale and the traffic got bad. On the way home Travis sent a text me saying his girlfriend had picked him up from the concert and he would catch us later that night.

     When we got back to the house, Tony and I drank a few more beers as well as a few shots of Jack Daniels while sitting in the living room. Tony reminisced about the good old days, telling me about all the concerts he had been to and all the fun he had had at my age.

    After it became apparent that Travis would probably be staying at his girlfriends, Tony said he was calling it a night and that I could stay on the couch if I didn’t want to drive home. I graciously accepted his offer as I was pretty drunk, and I took a blanket and spread out on the couch to watch the rest of an old action movie that had been playing. When I walked by Tonys bedroom that later that night, I would have never in a million years guessed what was about to happen next.

    I heard him call my name a second time as I approached the bedroom door, and I sheepishly peeked into the room in response “Hey, grab me a beer will you?” he said holding his hand up. For the first time I was seeing him in a completely different light. His shirt was off, and all his muscles were showing, his sexiness all lit up in the soft light. I tried to suppress the thoughts running through my drunk head as I went to the fridge to grab us a few more beers. He was my childhood friend’s dad and there was no way he was thinking of anything other than drinking another cold one before bed. I walked back down the dark hall and entered his bedroom handing him a beer from the edge of the bed.

    He gratefully took the cold beer can from me and patted the bed “Come on in and stay awhile” he said grinning at me.  I was not wearing a shirt myself and I started to feel self-conscious, but I politely sat down on the bed just enough to keep my feet on the bedframe. We both popped the cans open, and he said “Cheers” and I raised my beer and took a big drink. The big flat screen played rerun of that days ESPN coverage, and I eventually sat my beer can down on the nightstand and sat back to get more comfortable, putting both my legs on the bed while uncontrollably thinking about the implications of being drunk and alone with my childhood friends dad.  

    After a while I felt him looking me over as I lay  there next to him, my shirt off and my short shorts on trying to look casual. I glanced back at him, his hairy tattooed arm right next to me, his muscles pronounced, his gut looking solid with a perfect trail of hair covering it. I smiled when he broke the silence and said, “Go grab that bottle will you?”  “Let’s do it” I said, jumping up eagerly to walk into the dark living room to grab the Jack Daniels bottle from the coffee table. When I came back into the bedroom, he had removed his jeans and was now sitting up in his tight white underwear revealing quite the bulge. I instinctively closed the door and stood there glaring at his body in disbelief as I handed him the Whiskey.

    He took a big swig directly from the bottle and said “Come on in here” patting the bed next to him. I nervously sat back down, my back against the headrest, my feet up on the bed assuming my former place next to him. He handed the bottle back to me and I took a big drink making the ‘that’s strong whiskey’ heavy breathing sound through my teeth. “That’s it, drink up” he said. He looked at me with smile “You think you could help me with something?” He said looking over at me while he rubbed his crotch.

    “Sure” I replied setting the bottle down and turning towards him with a sheepish look, butterflies and booze in my stomach, my head all ablaze. I really got the hint when he continued to rub it and looked over at me expectantly “It’s sure hot in here” he said. After a few minutes of hesitation, I anxiously reached over to touch it, feeling it through his underwear. When I did, he scooted over closer to me and whispered, “Yeah that’s it”. As I started to rub it through his underwear, I felt it swelled up in my small hand and it nearly came out on its own looking to be at least nine inches long and thick as a brick. I was seriously so hard I nearly burst through my shorts when I felt it. I excitedly reached down to pull my shorts and underwear off and discard them off the side of the bed.

    “What if Travis comes home?” I said timidly as I reached back over to feel his massive member again, now using my right hand while bending over naked and on my hands and knees to get a closer look. “Oh, he won’t be back tonight, I made sure of it” he said while he took his underwear off, his big ass dick flopping out, his hairy crotch and stomach looking like a dream. He sat back and held it there for me and I leaned in to lick his massive head until he relinquished it to me, sitting back with his arms behind his head groaning as I took a hold of it and began to suck on it, slowly at first.

    It was so big I couldn’t believe it. I began choking on it, gagging and moaning while he held the back of my head and whispered, “That’s it, suck my dick Jesse!” I started feeling his hairy chest and belly as I was asphyxiated by his girth, completely in disbelief the whole time. I had never thought that I would be naked in my friends’ dads bed giving him head like it was the end of the world. He reached over and started to feel my thigh as I crouched naked next to him performing all the techniques with my mouth and hands that ’d learned from the few other older men I had been with that summer. “It’s so big!” I said coming up for air, feeling his hands on my ass.

     He shifted away from me a bit and he took a bottle of massage oil from the bedside table. When he moved back, I regained my hold on his now fully erect banger of a dick and hungrily resumed my performance, going at it with my tongue while he poured a bit of oil in his hand and extended his arm around me. I felt his big strong manly hand cup my tender buns, and big rough finger probed my burning hot little hole. I gasp “Oh my God!” pausing for a moment with his big dick in my young delicate hand when he put his fingers in me forcefully. I looked back at my ass being molested and then back up at him shocked, my face flush, drool dripping down my cheeks “Oh Tony please you can’t do that!” I said timidly as he tugged on my buns with his finger in my hole jerking my young little round ass closer to him.

    I turned my ass to him and turned to lay on my knees in the fetal position, letting him finger me and fondle me while he feverishly stroked himself with his other hand. “Oh Fuck Tony!” I repeated as he got up on his knees behind me and put his massive dick against my hole. I reached under myself masturbated wildly as he ferociously penetrated me making me scream out his name louder. “Fuck yeah!” He said as he worked it in me “Fuck me with that big cock Tony!” I said attempting muffle myself into the bed sheets when I felt it go all the way in, his hips thrusting behind me, his thighs slapping against my bouncing bubble butt. It was a total overload, and I nearly blacked out from the ecstasy and pain.

    He got up on his feet and crouched behind me, lifting my hips with his big hands while he pounded my little teen ass like a freight train from above. After several minutes of him pounding my as with a slapping rhythm, the sex got so intense that I felt myself start to ejaculate “Oh fuck Tony!” I cried out, moaning with shuttering elation as he drew his massive cock out of me and exploded all over my back. I turned around as he lied back, sitting up his forearms and opening his legs for me to go down once more to gobble up the remaining cum from now burdensome erect cock. I felt my back dripping with cum that ran down my ass crack and legs as I excitedly sucked on it some more until he relented and pushed me away. I was a hungry whore and I once I get started, I can never get enough. I could have gone for round two, but I was sure he was worn out.

    When we both got up, we took another swig of the bottle and went into the shower to wash off. He went in first briefly rinsing off and then I took my turn. He handed me a towel and whispered, “Now go back to the couch and I’ll see you in the morning”. We both put on our underwear, and I dizzily snuck back to the couch and threw the blanket over my shivering body just in time to hear Travis clumsily opening the front door.

    When I woke up the next day I casually got my clothes on and left through the front door and drove home thinking about the night before. Was it all a dream? My sore ass didn’t seem to think so. I guess I’ll have to wait for another chance to get Tony drunk and alone because that was definitely one of the hottest encounters I’d ever had and it just happened to be with my childhood friends dad. 

  • Matchium

    Main Character Profile:
    Name/Age: Jordan Hinton(30)
    Nationality: USA
    Sport: Diving 

    Settling into the Olympic Village is always a fun experience, whether it is the first time you get to experience the games or, in the case of me, for a third different Olympic games. The experience is always good because you get to connect with old faces that you only see every couple of years at the Olympics despite following them on social media but seeing the fresh meat on the different teams.

    My room is on level 8 of the apartment and it’s an interesting two weeks for me because my two events are on the opposite end of the Olympics schedule with the first of my events on Day 2 but then the other event that I’m in sitting in the very last two days of the competition.

    Getting through the first event, which is the 10m Synchronised Platform, my dive partner Harrison and I finished 5th, which is good but, at the same time, slightly disappointing, being only a fraction outside of the medals. The 5th place is a good improvement, though, because at the last games, we finished 7th, but 8 years ago, I got a bronze medal in the event.

    Sitting on the bed, there’s only so much that you can do when you’re here and in between competitions because I probably shouldn’t even be here because I had major shoulder surgery nine months ago and was lucky to be on the team, but they wanted stability.

    I lay back on the bed, waiting for my time in the general team physio because our specific diving team Physios are at the Diving centre, so I’ve got to wait for my time, which is frustrating but understandable, and I’m actually lucky we have that support.

    While I’m waiting, I go through the Matchium app to see what is out there at the moment because even though I’m not exactly looking to hook up with anyone, it’s also a great way to connect with other people with common interests who want to see or do things such as playing games, going to Movies, or just hanging out.

    Unlike many of the guys on the app who are more looking for sex and want to stay anonymous until they meet and have sex, especially not being out, I’m not afraid to show my face because I’ve never been shy about telling anyone that I’m gay and it’s public knowledge with my past.

    My phone buzzes with a couple of messages; most are polite with teammates from the diving team and just guys both wanting to connect, whether it is for friendship and looking to do things, but then there are the usual guys horny and looking for sex.

    I head down to physio and get my shoulder worked on which it needs some work because my shoulder has been sore and at times I’ve had some doubt whether I could come back from the shoulder injury and even whether this was a good idea rushing myself back though I could never say no to a third Olympics.

    Grabbing a Banana from one of the food stands, I take a quick walk as I think about how good a hook-up would b because since breaking up with my ex-husband Tristan, I haven’t been with anyone else since and some action would be nice.

    The break-up was tough because we are both such high-profile personalities, with me being an Olympic Diver and him being a world champion Ballroom Dancer and starring on Dancing With The Stars as a fan favourite. The separation was amicable, and there was no vitriol between us at all, but there was plenty of media hype about it, and it was just annoying that it tied in with my shoulder injury.

    Deciding on whether I really want to hook-up with someone is a tough decision as I look through the profiles of guys and spot one that has already messaged me so I decide to read and have a look.

    H-Man: “Hey xx”

    Me: “Hey bud, sup 😊”

    I know the reply is about half an hour after he sent the first message, so he’s probably found someone else, but about 10 minutes later, I get a response, and it’s good even though he’s probably only 20-21, as he doesn’t have his age.

    H-Man: “Yo, nm, wbu?”

    Me: “Not much either, just bored.”

    H-Man: “Oh well, then maybe I can entertain you”

    Me: “Really? How?”

    Next thing I know, I get a picture of “H-Man” standing there in his room, completely naked, which normally might be pretty far on, but looking at what he’s packing, I’m not going to deny how curious I actually am about this.

    H-Man: “Was thinking about not letting this go to waste”

    Me: “That would be a waste if you didn’t get to use it on a 🍑”

    H-Man: “So you wanna be that peach?”

    Me: “Someone’s confident”

    H-Man: “No point not being confident… so that a yes?”

    I start to think about what I want to reply and type a message a couple of times and think against it before typing again and deleting. The thought is exciting but then I think about things and thought being 30 and past this hook-up game especially after being married.

    Me: “I don’t even know your name or where you’re from.. you’d know me”

    H-Man: “True, so if I tell you that, will I get the peach?”

    Me: “Maybe”

    H-Man: “Hamish 21”

    Me: “Nice”

    H-Man: “So that a yes to me getting that peach?”

    Me: “You know what, something about that confidence, you got it”

    I’m actually excited right now about this as we organise a time and establish that we’ll meet outside Hotel Nova in about half an hour, which gives us some time to get ready, and I said that I’ll get the room so he can meet me outside.

    The only thing that I change is my USA T-shirt and put on a black Nike singlet top and head towards the hotel to meet Hamish. I have no idea who Hamish is, and even with his picture, I’m still none the wiser about what sport he plays or anything, so as I’m walking towards the hotel, I do an athlete search to try and find who Hamish could be.

    I search through the list and find eight different athletes named Hamish and he didn’t put his face in the picture with the angle that he took it from so I have no idea on which one it is so I have to go through each one individually.

    Hamish Wheeler – NZ Rugby 7s

    Hamish Turnbull – NZ Rowing

    I look at both of their profiles and note that they are out because the Rugby 7s are already underway and the rower’s profile says that he is 30.

    Going through the names, I get able to narrow it down to two names with a guy who is a Gymnast from Great Britain who matches the details that it could be, but then at the same time, there is also a South African hockey player who’s very cute as well and I’d be happy with either.

    I wait outside the hotel and see a guy walking over towards me “Jordan right?” I say as notice the distinctive South African accent and smile. “Hamish?” he nods his head as we hug and I feel like I’m in my teens again when I was closeted (somehow) and hooking up with guys in secret.

    The two of us hug and walk into the hotel and go up to level 12 and find the room and close the door as we don’t get much of a view, but all I care about is the view of having his cock in my hole.

    Getting out of the lift, it’s easy to know that the hotel options are just being used for sex with plenty of awkward passes in the corridor, and you can hear the noises as we find room 1221 and head in there.

    Hamish shows both a mass of nerves and excitement right now as he looks at me and kisses me, and then I kiss him back. The work he has done in his body both on and off the field shows that his body is the perfect match of muscle, but not too big. At the same time, I can feel his biceps bulging under his t-shirt, and I can feel his arms running down my body.

    Standing there, I feel him running his hands over my body as he knows where to feel right now as I can tell the fact that this isn’t his first time with another man. “You know all the spots,” I say as he lifts up my shirt, and then I lift up his, looking at the smooth chest and running my hands over it, gripping his pecs as he moans.

    The best part about a situation like this is just working off instinct and not knowing what somebody likes other than knowing that he has a big cock and wants to fuck me. Standing there, we are still kissing; our bodies are pressed together right now, and my hands start to play with his nipples as Hamish throws his head back, and I smile, knowing that he’s a nipple boy.

    I move my hand over to both his nipples and pinch them as he keeps moaning before he does the same thing to me and starts flicking them with his fingers and twisting them, which is only minor to what I love on my nipples, but this still feels good.

    Moving down, I kiss down the smooth chest, which, despite looking perfect in the picture, feels even better now as I run my tongue around each of his nipples before sucking on it; Hamish moans, and I suck on his pecs as well.

    I don’t want to make this time go too fast even though we only have just over an hour in the room because Hamish has a game tonight and wants to get off before playing his first game of the Olympics. I continue working my tongue around his soft pink nipples as he moans and holds my head as I swap between the two sucking on them and flicking them with my tongue.

    Slowly, I go down further, worshipping his abs, each so individually defined, as I run my tongue down the ridges, licking them before getting to his shorts. I take them off, and somewhat surprisingly, I see him standing there in a pair of Orange Nike Boxer Briefs and showing off his muscular, very hairy legs.

    I grip onto the bulge that is filling his boxers, and I start to rub it as he moans I can’t wait to see it spring out as I lower them down, and it does just that. The size of his cock has to be at least 9 inches looking at me as his pubes are very freshly shaven as I can tell that it was what he was doing when he said that we needed to wait.

    “Did you trim these for me?” I ask as he nods but then also says that he needed to do it as well because he hates having it too bushy, especially when he’s playing because he thinks there’s something ugly about the hair sticking out of the speedos he likes to wear when he’s playing.

    Looking at his huge cock, I’m now on my knees, looking up at this 21-year-old stud who is over the top of me as I am merely submitting to this guy I’ve never met before today. Kissing his cock, I feel how hard it is, and I run my hand over his balls, massaging them and seeing how smooth they are as I lay down underneath him so that I can lick his sack.

    Hamish squats down over my face as I keep licking and then start sucking on each of his balls, taking each one in my mouth, sucking on them with calmness, and just worshipping them to make him feel good. After sucking on his balls, Hamish gets onto his knees and starts to push his cock into my mouth before climbing over the top of me before circling the head of my six-inch cock before we both take each other’s shafts into our mouths and start sucking.

    The sound of slurping fills the room as I can feel one of the best blowjobs that I’ve ever had right now, and now that even though he’s a dominant top, Hamish isn’t afraid of sucking cock, which I love in a guy, even if he is dominant and loves to suck.

    I don’t know how long Hamish sucks on my cock and how long I’ve lubed up the 9-inch rod that he is about to fill my firm ass with. Getting up off my cock, Hamish now starts to take control of the situation as he doesn’t have much in the way of size on me, but he still dominates me as he pushes me to the bed.

    Throwing me on the bed, I’m laying there, and he spreads my legs apart to get in at my ass, and he starts to eat it out. Feeling his jock tongue running along my taint and then to my asshole, I moan loudly.

    “You like my young jock tongue working on your hole, don’t you?” he says as I nod my head and moan as he keeps doing that, rubbing my hole, filling it with his finger, and he slides it into me. I moan loudly as my hole, even though Tristan used to work it hard, hasn’t had a lot of action for a while, and so it’s gotten back tight.

    Hamish slaps his hard cock against my crack. “Tell me how much you want my cock, fucking beg for it… beg me to fuck you”.

    I lay there. “I need your South African hockey boy cock filling my ass and fucking me like the boss that you are,”, I say, and he smiles at me, still continuing to make me beg. “I think I might go,” he says as I look at him, knowing what he wants from me right now.

    “Don’t go… I need to be filled and taught a lesson on who is my boss at these games,” I say, pleading with Hamish, begging him to fuck me. I see. the smile on his face right now, and he has a big smile on his face as he smiles and grabs my shoulders.

    I look at him “I don’t wanna ruin anything but my shoulder…” I tell him, and he nods as if he is another athlete, respecting the injury because we all go through situations where we have injuries.

    Hamish gets me onto all fours and pulls my hair back and my head up so that he can take control of my ass right now as his hard cock starts to split open my ass cheeks. The push into my ass is slow as my ass needs time to take an adjustment to being fucked again.

    “Fuck yeah, bro”, I say as he keeps pushing into me and leaning into the back of my neck to kiss me as he starts to pick up the speed taking control of me. “Oh fuck yeah, your ass feels good around my cock”, he says as I can tell how much he’s into fucking me right now and my ass is up in the air as he continues to go at me harder and harder as the bed rocks and squeaks just like many of the rooms at the moment.

    Hamish is using all the power in his muscular thighs right now to continue to slam into me harder, and his balls slap on my smooth ass. The feeling of being fucked by a cocky young jock who knows me and my profile is really hot because it makes me feel worthless right now, which I love.

    “You’re just a little cock whore aren’t you, Jordan… you’re just here to take my South African cock aren’t you,” he says as fucks me and pulls my hair, and slaps my ass as he, continues to fuck me hard as I’m just moaning.

    The two of us are going at it hard as. I can feel my prostate being hit repeatedly as Hamish continues to slam into me, as his balls slap into my ass as he continues to go harder. “FUCK YEAH… MAKE ME A BITCH” I say, pleading for it, and he continues to go harder; my prostate is being destroyed right now as I can feel tonnes of pre cum starting to flow through my asshole as he rips my hole apart.

    It’s not long before I can feel him starting to blow a load in my ass. “You want my cum in your bitch hole, don’t you,” he says as I nod my head, and I can feel two big loads going through my hole before he continues to fuck me harder again because he keeps slamming into me.

    I feel a couple of loads go into me, but Hamish isn’t done fucking me as he rolls me over onto my back as I’m panting, and without warning, he slams back into my hold. I’m laying on the bed as he has me pinned and holds my throat as he continues to fuck me harder and my cock is leaking as I’m on my back, and he kisses me now as we make out, and it doesn’t take long for me to blow my load now as I’m being fucked and my prostate rammed harder than I’ve felt it before.

    Hamish pulls out of my ass and somehow has another two loads of cum drain from his balls onto my face as he licks it up before his rock-hard 9-inch cock is slapped across my face before he pulls me up and kisses me before smiling.

    “Fuck you are a slut”, he says with a smile, and I just nod my head because I am honestly a slut for a big cock and a horny stud controlling me despite looking tough.

    The two of us get up and head to the shower as he can’t keep his hands off me “You clearly have done this before” I say to him curious about things in his life because I’m nosy but especially with guys who are not straight in probably the most straight environment in the world of Men’s professional sport.

    “Of course I have; when you have this cock, why wouldn’t you want to make hot men just submit to it? There’s nothing hotter than having some masculine actually submitting because, like, you’re expected to dominate a girl”, he says as I nod my head, and I can’t say that I have ever thought about fucking a woman in my life and never had the urge.

    The two of us shower and have one last kiss as he gets dressed I worry that he might have used a lot of energy in the fucking before tonight, but he just smiles and tells me that he always plays better after letting out the sexual tension in his body.

    I smile and feel refreshed after he leaves, and I leave it a few minutes before leaving the hotel and turning in the room key as I’ve gone from feeling like the settled 30-year-old married guy back to being the 20-year-old single me and tells me that I can do whatever I want.

    Epilogue

    That night, Jordan actually went to the Hockey to watch Hamish play just to see if his concerns were warranted about him being too exhausted and putting in a bad performance. The concerns were unfounded as Hamish scored both South African goals but despite the two goals, South Africa lost 6-2 to Germany.

  • From Sexual to Emotional Gratification

    I’m a 76-year-old White man who likes eating a younger guy’s ass, and who adores a chocolate cake. Last month, I could not believe my luck when I met Toby, a 48-year-old mixed brown guy who craves older white men, and who lusts to be rimmed. The contact was made through the dating site Silver Daddies. The name Toby echoes the chocolate bar Toblerone. And that rang a bell because I had tried to meet a Toronto Black man years ago with that similar name on Silver Daddies, but had been politely rejected. Now, a new yummy chocolate bar was in the offering!

    Created more than twenty years ago, in July 2002 to be exact, Silver Daddies is a platform for gay or bisexual men who want a personal connection. It’s an opportunity for wonderful self-realization experiences, be it sexual, social, emotional or all three together. Silver Daddies currently has 115,215 active profiles from around the world. Many men have gone from a chat to a one-night stand, from dating a friend with benefits to a long-term relationship. The Silver Daddies site indicates that 3,086 men have viewed my profile since I’ve joined about ten years ago.

    Information given in one’s profile varies a lot, some guy’s indicating only their age, height, weight, place of residence and sexual status (top, bottom, versatile, oral receiving or giving). Just about everyone mentions the age range of the man he wants to meet for a sex partner, a date, a friend or a relationship. In my case, you find out that Paul François is 76, lives in Toronto, Canada, measures 6’3” (191 cm), and weighs 21l lbs (96 kg), that I’m into oral giving, that I prefer men aged from 40 to 60, and that I seek sex partners, dates or a relationship.

    Most men include a profile pic, but not necessarily a face pic; it’s often a cock or ass close-up. The profile text is optional but highly recommended if you want to attract Mr. Right. This is the info that I enjoy reading the most because it’s an indication of a possible match. My profile text reads as follows: Je parle le français et l’anglais. I speak French and English. I’m a writer and a book critic. I wrote 52 books in French and over 220 gay porn stories in English for the web site Gay Demon. I adore cuddling, kissing, caressing, sniffing a jockstrap, and eating a man’s ass. I will give you my email address if you’re interested to exchange pics and fantasies.

    The photos on Toby’s page are simply out of this world. You can see his nice thick cut rod and his yummy tight balls. You can admire his awesome butt, and worship his divine chocolate rosebud begging to be licked, kissed and sucked. One pic shows a cock ring, another focuses on a plug in his ass hole. Toby has only been with a few 60+ year-old local men, yet adores those in their 70s. Contacts with younger than 60 are only made on his own initiation. He is an exhibitionist who gets a lot of fun by performing on cam; he invites interested men to message him when he is in the chat room.

    That’s exactly where I met Toby. He caressed his rod with his right hand and shoved the plug in his shit hole with the left one, moaning with intense pleasure. I could sense the physical energy irradiating from his God-given assets. A live performance was a must. Toby agreed to come over at my place, in a seniors’ residence, saying that he would be playing the role of a man doing a survey and that I should react aggressively to this scenario.

    It’s a Sunday morning, around 7 a.m., and I tell him that he deserves to be spanked for disturbing honest senior citizens. Toby immediately comes him, pulls down his shorts, revealing an awesome black rod that I can not resist worshipping on my knees. We are in the middle of the Paris Olympic Games, and his thick chocolate mushroom is worth a gold medal. Toby loves to show off his manly assets; I adore caressing, kissing, licking and eating them. His first words are engraved in my memory: “I am so pleased that I turn you on so quickly and sooooo much!” I obviously sense that his hole tingles for me. I invite my trick to sit on my face and to let me tongue-twist my way inside his dark brown ass hole. The moans of pleasure encourage me to include some spanking and biting. Toby likes it, but resists kissing on the lips.

    When he agreed to come over, I wrote his name and the time in my calendar book (I have no smartphone, let alone a cellular phone). When he left, I added five stars in the margin. A clear sign that I want to see him again. One feature of the Silver Daddies dating site is that you can mark your “Favorite profiles”. When you go online and your favorite guy is also there, you get a note to that effect at the top right of your screen. I indicated Toby as one of my favorite profiles, and he indicated Paul François as one of his favorite profiles. When can thus track each other more quickly.

    As mentioned earlier, 3,086 men have viewed my profile. I regularly surf on Silver Daddies, mainly to admire peachy butts and jockstrap bulges, also to see if some guy from Toronto is interested in my profile. Toby is often online and immediately invites me to the chat room for a cam performance, not really my cup of tea in principle, but seeing him jerk off excites me, makes me want to hold him in my arms and kiss him passionately. He still resists this more emotional approach, preferring to masturbate for a Silver Daddy, for Sir Paul as he calls me. It’s during his second visit that I discover the underside of Toby: he is the Toblerone guy that I cruised years ago, unsuccessfully. He tells me that I was pressuring him too much at the time, which is true in fact, which is part of my Capricorn side. Toby also adds that he was then seeing some other daddy, two in fact.

    During this second visit, I invite Toby to wear my red jockstrap. I’m the one who gets more excited. I later learn that he would prefer to wear some feminine clothing in order to look like a faggy sissy boy with a big throbbing brown cock. I immediately tell him that I like his virile look, that I want to love a 200% man, not the fem version of a dude. Moreover, the smell of his armpits intoxicates me like never before. Isn’t this a sign of full-blown male extasy? I think if he farted in my face, it would smell roses, the aroma of a rosebud!

    Toby cams and chats again. Before coming over for the third time, he says that he wants me to wait for him in my bed where he will not only cuddle against me…: “I have decided to plunge in and kiss you tomorrow.” Yes, you read it well. Toby is ready to move one step further. He says that he is a very tantric and sensual fag boy. I have to check the meaning of “tantric”. In Sanskrit, the word tantra means woven together. People who practice Buddhist and Hindu meditation may also practice tantric sex as a way to “weave” the physical with the spiritual. This practice brings together spirituality and sexuality, emphasizing the importance of intimacy during a sexual experience. See, I told you I’d come around.”

    And to confirm how serious he is, Toby adds that he is ready to date.

    “If we date, I tell him, we have to be monogamous.”

    “Sure, no worries there! We keep sex safer.”

    During the cam, Toby pops the words that make him a proud “fag boy”: bumhole, ass pussy, shithole tingle, anussy, rosebud hole, homoness… I tell him that it’s the beauty of homoerotic poetry.

    I don’t know if I will be able to sleep tonight. I can’t wait to appreciate my fag boy’s poetic charm tomorrow morning.

  • Eric’s Rage

    Eric storms into the Dimera Mansion. He’s furious at EJ for not filing in his divorce from Sloan and how he continues making Nicole’s life difficult.

    “Where are you EJ?” Eric says out loud.

    “Uncle Eric, what are you going here?” Johnny asks coming down from the stairs.

    “Where is your father Johnny, I need to set something straight with him.” Eric explains.

    “What has he done this time?” Johnny questions.

    “I’m not going to ask again Johnny, so tell me where he is.” Eric says with a deep tone.

    “I think you first need to calm down.” Johnny says standing halfway the stairs.

    “Boy, you better tell me now!” Eric’s tone starts to get really dark.

    “I’m going to my bedroom and you can better leave.” Johnny says and turns around to walk the stairs up.

    “Don’t turn your back towards me just like your father!” Eric yells and runs the stairs up after Johnny.

    Johnny who arrives at his bedroom gets followed by his uncle.

    Eric slams the door and Johnny turns around, surprised his uncle Eric followed him, noticing the angry face Eric is having.

    “You’re becoming more and more like your father!” Eric points out.

    “Please uncle Eric, just calm down.” Johnny tries to reason with Eric.

    Eric walks over to Johnny, he grabs his nephew by his chin. “I think I need to teach you a lesson, something I intended to do to your father but since he isn’t here.”

    “Please uncle Eric, think about what you’re doing.” Johnny pleads with Eric.

    “The Dimera’s have always been bad and it seems you are getting the same stripes like your evil father.”

    “What are you going to do?” Johnny asks scared.

    Eric eyes Johnny up and down and then suddenly rips Johnny’s shirt open. “Something I had to do a long time ago!”

    Eric pulls the shirt off of Johnny’s shoulders, revealing Johnny’s masculine upper body.

    Johnny gets scared of his uncle, he has never seen him like this.

    “Please uncle Eric, stop, don’t do this.” Johnny begs Eric.

    Eric suddenly slaps Johnny in the face. “Shut up slut!”

    Johnny is shocked, he can’t believe his uncle slapped him and calls him a slut. He looks at his uncle and notices Eric is looking kinda hazy out of his eyes.

    “You are drunk!” Johnny says.

    “So what? It doesn’t change I’m going to fuck you!”

    “Please, you will regret this in the morning.” Johnny pleads.

    Eric gets his hand in front of Johnny.

    Johnny is scared to be hit in his face again and ducks away.

    “If you don’t want to be hit, then remove your jeans and get butt naked!”

    Johnny freezes and looks at Eric.

    “Do it boy or else!” Eric threatens with his face again.

    Johnny starts to undo his jeans, dropping it to the floor and steps out of it.

    “That’s a good slut!”

    Johnny looks at his uncle, understanding he cannot get through to his uncle and there is also no way to stop him.

    When Johnny hesitates to pull his underwear down Eric grabs Johnny by his hair. “I said butt naked boy, you really have to learn a lot!”

    Eric throws Johnny on the bed and roughly pulls Johnny’s underwear off while Johnny lays on his back and his soft dick is being revealed.

    “Start stroking boy, that’s your first lesson!” Eric commands.

    Johnny looks at his uncle. ‘He can’t be serious’ Johnny thinks to himself.

    Eric grabs hold of Johnny’s dick and pulls at it. 

    Johnny yelps.

    “You better stroke it yourself or I will keep pulling at it!” Eric threatens and let’s go of Johnny’s dick.

    Johnny grabs hold of his own dick and starts to stroke it.

    Eric steps away and looks at his nephew stroking. He gets horny to the sight of Johnny stroking and he starts to strip himself down.

    Johnny looks up at his uncle and sees his uncle’s hairy upper body being revealed.

    Eric undoes his pants and the rest until he stands in his underwear in front of his nephew. “I’m gonna fuck you boy!”

    Johnny has stopped stroking his dick and looks at his uncle, shocked to see his uncle half naked.

    Eric comes closer to Johnny and pulls at Johnny’s hair to look up at him. “Who said you could stop jerking that dick?” Eric says angry. “You’re turning into those Dimera’s too much, I will bring you a pack down from that, now fucking stroke your dick!”

    Johnny feels his head hurting from the pull. He grabs hold of his dick and starts to stroke it.

    “That’s better.” Eric says and pulls down his underwear to reveal his big veiny cock.

    Johnny’s eyes widens, he now realizes why his uncle is such a lady’s man that all those women want him.

    Eric strokes his dick and looks at his nephew with a devilish grin. Knowing he’s going to fuck that boy good.

    “Please uncle Eric, don’t do this.” Johnny begs again.

    “Shut up you little slut!” Eric shouts at his nephew. “You need to be taught a lesson before you completely turn into your father and become just like the rest of those Dimera bastards.”

    Johnny knows his uncle would never act like this sober, but now all drunk he is scared of what Eric might do.

    “What will my mom or grandma Marlena think of you?” Johnny tries to reason.

    “Shut the hell up boy!” Eric says with his eyes full of rage.

    Eric jumps on top of Johnny, pressing his nephew down on the bed with him positioned to pin Johnny down on the bed.

    “It’s time you learn you cannot always have your way like a Dimera, that ass will be fucked hard and rough!”

    Johnny looks up all scared at his uncle, looking down, seeing Eric’s dick already hard.

    Eric gets to sit on top of Johnny’s chest and pulls at Johnny’s hair. “Open up boy and use that fulgar mouth of yours to suck my dick!”

    Johnny is forced to open his mouth and gets his uncle’s dick shoved up inside his mouth, deep inside his throat, making Johnny gag.

    Eric holds Johnny’s head with both hands now. “Don’t you dare pull back boy, you will suck my entire dick!”

    Johnny gags and coughs while his uncle’s dick is deep in his throat. Tears stand inside Johnny’s eyes.

    Eric fucks Johnny’s throat and his eyes roll back in pleasure as his listens to his nephew choking and gagging on his dick. “Fucking take it boy!” Eric moans out.

    Johnny his hands are free and he tries to fight his uncle off of him.

    Eric opens his eyes and looks angry.

    Johnny realizes he should not have done that.

    Eric slaps Johnny in the face while keeping his dick inside Johnny’s throat. “I told you what you should do and you still don’t listen, just like that dad of yours, always doing what he wants.” Eric says while he continues to slap Johnny in the face. “I’m gonna fuck that out of you today!”

    “I’m sorry uncle Eric, I’m sorry.” Johnny says with tears in his eyes from the slapping and the choking.

    “I will make sure you will be sorry when my dick will be up your ass!”

    Johnny is terrified seeing the rage in Eric’s angry eyes, he knows his uncle is out of control and there is no limit of what he might do.

    Johnny’s face is red from the slaps Eric gave him. Eric notices Johnny looking afraid of him.

    “That’s right boy, you better be afraid. I’m gonna fuck that Dimera attitude right out of you. When I’m done you’re gonna know how a respectful young man should act. You Dimera’s think you can do whatever you want. I’m gonna show you different boy.”

    Eric takes his dick out of Johnny’s mouth, it’s throbbing hard and covered in saliva from Johnny’s mouth. “Now let me see that ass boy!” Eric says, getting up from Johnny and rolling his nephew over on his stomach.

    Johnny’s peach formed ass is laying ready for Eric to take. He leans in and gives a teasing bite in it. “That ass is going to learn to take cock!”

    Johnny looks over his shoulder at his uncle, seeing Eric’s big throbbing dick, ready to fuck him.

    Eric gets on the bed and spreads those ass cheeks, exposing that pink rosebutt.

    “A nice tight hole for some intrusion.” Eric says before he spits at Johnny’s rosebutt.

    Shivers run over Johnny’s back, knowing his uncle is really going to fuck him any moment.

    Eric Slaps Johnny’s ass. “I’m gonna fuck that Dimera ass in submission and make you a more submissive piece of shit!” Eric announces and sticks a finger in his mouth and then right up inside Johnny’s hole.

    “Aaaarrghhh” Johnny yelps, feeling that rough intrusion of his uncle’s finger.

    “Lay still!” Eric says and slaps Johnny’s ass so hard that it leaves a red handmark on it.

    Johnny grabs his pillow and bites it while his uncle roughly finger fucks his ass.

    “Take another boy!” Eric says, sticking a second finger inside.

    Johnny is now just crying in his pillow and yelps.

    Eric notices Johnny’s face in the pillow and lifts Johnny’s head up by pulling at his hair. “Ah are you crying boy, when my dick is inside you then you will have a reason to cry!” Eric taunts and adds a third finger.

    Tears flow out of Johnny’s eyes, feeling how his uncle roughly finger fucks him.

    “Are you hard boy?” Eric asks and pulls Johnny’s dick between his legs backwards to see how hard it is. “You like being taken roughly don’t you?”

    Johnny looks over his shoulder. “No, I hate this, I don’t want this.”

    Eric gets angry and stops finger fucking Johnny, he just starts to slap that ass over and over again. “You fucking shit, you better be happy I won’t shove my fist up that ass of yours.” Eric angry says while pushing his fist at Johnny’s hole to make his nephew freak out.

    “No, no please don’t uncle Eric.” Johnny wimpers.

    “Don’t you worry, that fist I will save for your daddy!” Eric says.

    Johnny can’t believe how bad his uncle can be and even thinks of fisting his father.

    Eric pulls Johnny at his hair and twists it in his hand. “Tell me you want it boy!”

    Johnny screams in pain.

    “Tell me you want Uncle Eric or I’m going to pull even harder.”

    “Please stop.” Johnny cries.

    “you’re Dimera’s are all the same, you act though, but can’t take the heat when it comes right down to it.” Eric says. “Well you’re gonna take it boy!” He adds.

    “Get yourself on your hands and knees boy!” Eric guides Johnny up by pulling at his nephew’s hair.

    Johnny gets up, all presented to his uncle to be fucked.

    Eric lets go of Johnny’s hair and runs his dick at Johnny’s asscrack. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard!” Eric says all lustful.

    While looking at Johnny’s ass Eric licks his lips. “Damn those are some great muffins and I’m gonna fill it up with my cream!” Eric teases and slaps Johnny’s asscheeks.

    Eric then slams his dick almost entirely inside Johnny.

    Johnny bends forward with his face in the pillow and screams loudly, feeling his ass being ripped apart by his uncle’s dick.

    Eric lifts Johnny up, seeing the tears flowing over Johnny’s cheeks. “Get up boy, I want to hear you when I fuck you.”

    Johnny catches his breath but Eric doesn’t give him a lot of time and starts to fuck him right away.

    “Fuck what a sweet tight ass you got!” Eric says and grabs hold of Johnny’s shoulders to pound the Dimera stud.

    Johnny cries and wimpers.

    “Take it boy, fucking take my dick!” Eric says while he pounds his nephew.

    Johnny feels that dick hitting his inside, a lot of feelings go through Johnny’s mind but the most surprise for Johnny is the pleasure he suddenly starts to feel out of the fucking.

    “This fucking was ment for your dad but you are a great substitute.” Eric admits while he has a lot of fun fucking Johnny’s tight ass.

    “Damn boy, I came her to fuck that son of a bitch father of yours but your ass is so damn good and I’m kinda glad I found you instead of that father of yours.” Eric says.

    Johnny’s body is covered in sweat from the rough fucking he has to take from his uncle.

    Eric’s hips slamming hard against Johnny’s ass.

    Like a wild beast Eric keeps on fucking his nephew.

    Grunts are heard in Johnny’s ear by his uncle while feeling that dick destroying his inside.

    Eric’s body starts to become sweaty too, drops of sweat hanging in Eric’s chest hair while he keeps thrusting inside Johnny.

    The hitting against his prostate makes Johnny escape several moans eventually.

    “I hear you’re starting to like it to become a fuck bitch!” Eric taunts.

    Eric reaches his hand out and feels Johnny’s dick being still hard. “I feel you’re still hard as well.”

    Johnny gasps, feeling his uncle’s manly hand around his dick, starting to stroke him.

    “You like that boy?”

    Johnny can only moan, feeling his dick being stroked while he gets fucked.

    “Your dad tried to take my son away form me, now it almost seems poetic for me to fuck his son and take your virginity away.” Eric says.

    Then suddenly Eric takes his dick out of Johnny and turns the stud over, spreads Johnny’s legs and shoves his dick back inside.

    “FUUUUCCCKKKKK!” Johnny screams.

    “Oh yeah boy, I’m gonna fuck you alright, really hard and rough, making you eventually scream for more.” Eric says.

    Johnny looks up at his uncle, staring in Eric’s eyes, the man that is fucking him, his own uncle.

    Eric’s hairy chest pressed against Johnny’ smooth pecs, giving a sexual friction that keeps Johnny so hard.

    Johnny’s dick is getting friction between his and his uncle’s abs.

    “Fuck me uncle Eric.” Johnny says out of surprise.

    Eric starts to smile, he lays a hand on Johnny’s throat and squeezes it. “Have you learned your lesson boy and not be a snobby Dimera?”

    Johnny looks with glancing eyes up at his uncle and nods yes.

    Eric squeezes a little harder. “What’s that boy?”

    “Yes uncle Eric, you can do whatever you want to me, fuck me, disgrace me, I’m yours.”

    Eric smiles. “That’s what I wanted to hear boy.”

    While Johnny looks up at his uncle Eric he feels the fucking increasing until Eric is plowing hard. “Fuck me, yeah fuck me, FUCK ME” Johnny repeats.

    How forcefully it all started, now Johnny cannot get enough of his uncle’s dick he eventually wraps his arms and legs around his uncle, wanting to be taken.

    Both nephew and uncle getting what they want, both moaning loudly.

    “I’m gonna fill you up boy!” Eric announces.

    “Yes, do it uncle, give it to me.” Johnny replies.

    Johnny feels he’s close too, feeling the friction of his dick between their masculine bodies and without touching it, he cums.

    Just when Johnny cums, Eric cums as well, filling Johnny’s inside.

    “FUUUUUCK YEAH!” Both scream at the same time.

    Eric collapses next to Johnny catching his breath.

    Johnny wants to hug his uncle but Eric pushes him off. “You better not say a word to your dad, he will get his punishment as well!”

    Johnny realizes his uncle is serious.

    Eric grabs his clothes, gets dressed and leaves Johnny’s bedroom.

    Johnny lays on his bed, wrapping his mind around what just happened to him.

  • Big Bear Jim and his boy

    Grasslands

    Big Bear Jim knew Nathan was fascinated by the stars. Him taking the lad to a concert composed by Gustav Holst, was a great move, the lad was in tears, but so happy. It was all part of his way of making young Nathan more at ease and him feeling wanted in his new surroundings. You see Nathan, had come all the way from London England to meet Jim, so the least the guy could do to make him feel at home and as welcome as possible.

    Tomorrow, Jim and Nathan were going on a road trip to Saskatchewan, where the Grasslands are. These prairies span across parts of Canada and Big Bear Jim was excited to be showing the lad his part of his homeland. They were going to camp out and watch the stars as the light pollution in that part of the country is zero and Jim knew that his boy would love it.

    Nathe was busting, as not only did he get to watch the universe, but he got more time to be alone with Jim. Yeah ok, it was a five-hour drive which is something Nathan had never experienced before, but it was going to be worth it, and he was secretly hoping that Big Bear Jim was going to seduce him under the moon and stars.

    For the lad, the journey dragged on a bit and to make it worse, there was no Burger King or McDonalds on the way to feed Nathe, as he was starving. Jim pointed to a cool box, on the back seat and inside were sandwiches and cold drinks to keep the boy full until they arrived.

    Nathe couldn’t get over how if they saw a car or truck coming toward them the driver would wave, and Jim would wave and toot back, the lad thought it was hysterical as they didn’t even know each other, but soon realised, everyone was just being friendly.

    Jim finally pulled into Park gate and a jovial middle-aged woman, with red curly hair checked them through. She clearly had the eye for this handsome bear of a man as she unashamedly flirted with him and thought that Nathe was even Jims son!

    For the rest of the journey Nathe was very quiet distant. He just sat there staring out of the window. Jim caught him out of the corner of his eye could see he was biting the inside of his mouth, its something Nathan did when he was nervous. The man spoke, “ You ok Nathey, what’s the matter son, cat got your tongue?’ Nathe nodded a no, ‘Come on boy what’s wrong?’ The lad looked at the floor, ‘That lady, she was flirting with you, she really fancied you, I could tell. I’m sure she thought I was your son too’

    Jim started to roar with laughter. ‘That bother you boy that she was flirting with your Daddy? you know I only have eyes for you baby boy. No one is gonna come between you and me Nathey especially a woman’. The lad looked at Big Bear Jim and smiled with relief, and he got a little tingle in the pit of his stomach, like when he wanted to get fucked. He looked at Jim with that look that Jim already knew oh so well, and as he did, his fringe fell over his blue eyes and his face flushed. Fuck. That look, bones Big Bear Jim up every time. Jim pulled over and stopped his truck. ‘Nathey baby, don’t do that to daddy, you’ve just given me a boner. Nathan blushed and reached for Jims fly, ‘Can I see it?’ Jim naturally obliged and undid his jeans and pulled his thick long cock from his underwear followed by those massive full bollocks which would soon go off like Vesuvius. ‘Look at it baby, this is all yours, not hers or no one else’s, now get down there and smell your ol mans ball sack. That long drive had made Jim sweat, and it didn’t help with the fact his jeans were tight either. Nathe reached out with his hand, ‘Don’t touch it Nathe, just smell my bollocks baby, you know it turns you on’.

    That tiny tingle in the pit of Nathans tummy had turned into a want, a want to be taken by this man and used for his pleasure.

    Nathan moaned softly and Jim watched as Nathe’s faced flushed again and his eyes glazed over. The lad wanted to be fucked by this huge bear of a man and flooded with his cum. He wanted to feel his rough pubes scrape against his sensitive entrance. That place that Jim wanted to be in twenty-four hours a day. The man loved coming inside his lad, he loved fucking him and feeling his cum spurt over Nathe’s little button and watch his eyes roll back as he came himself.

    Nathan sniffed Big Bear Jims ball sack, he breathed in that heady scent of Alpha male, that scent that made Nathan weak and passive. He wanted Jim to just take him and hammer that thick cock into his aroused hole making him scream out with young lust.

    The lad started to lap at the hairs that covered those nuts, the scent driving Nathan insane. He stopped and looked up at Jim. ‘ Daddy, please fuck me, I’m begging you, please fuck me right this minute’.

     Jim grabbed a handful of Nathe’s blonde hair and made him look up at Jims face, ‘You wanna be fucked boy, you wanna be filled up with my DNA?’ “Get your clothes off Nathey, Big Jim wants you naked”.

    The man hauled his huge frame out of the truck and walked round to the other side. By the time he opened the door, the lad was as naked as the day he was born. Jim undid his own shirt and exposed that bear of a chest that he knew made the lad tremble. ‘Pull your legs back boy, Daddy needs to prepare your boy pussy’. Just those words alone nearly made Nathan cum as Jim crouched his huge frame and lined his face up with the lads arse and pulled those two globes of heaven apart. There before the man was that little ring of aroused flesh, that little balloon knot, he always struggled to get his thick cock in, that ring that slid up and down Jims fat shaft, that ring that would always eventually make Jim cum. He blew gently on the hole and watched it bloom. Nathe’s gasp of pleasure turning him on even more, His own cock was leaking copious of pre cum which he knew would soon be lubing the lads insides. He made his tongue into a funnel and then French kissed that sweet tasting slightly salty ring. Jim was so hard he could have quite easily just held the lad in place and fucked him with all his might, there was no one around so nobody would hear the kids moans as he plunged in and out just holding him in place till he emptied yet another sack full of baby makers in Nathans guts. But no, Jim wanted to take it easy and tease the lad making him eventually beg for his fat Daddy cock.

    As Jim ate, blew, kissed and licked Natheys sweet arse, he reached up and started to pull on the lads nipples and playfully twist and tease them. Jim could feel Nathe’s hole open more and slightly bloat with want. Jim had the expertise to make Nathe cum by just eating him out. This really turned the man on as his ring would clamp down on his tongue and Jim would wank furiously so they both came together, but today, he had other ideas.

    He stopped and spoke, ‘Nathe, Daddy needs to fuck now baby, is that ok?’ Nathe could barely speak. But Jim saw him nod yes, and as he stood up, a long drool of pre cum hung mid-air from his crown. He caught it with his middle finger and rubbed it over that aroused pink entrance. He pushed his middle finger in deep inside until the lad moaned out. That’s when Big Bear Jim knew he had found that special little button.

    Nathan reached down with his hands and pulled himself open and then quietly begged for the man to fuck him. Jim could have actually cum right that second, before he even stuck it in, but he shut his eyes and thought of the jovial woman at the lodge and the feeling instantly went away. Nathe reached for his man’s cock and silently guided it to his entrance. Jim held the lads legs back so he could watch himself do the deed. He pushed his massive member against the puffy flesh and met some resistance, so he pushed again and Nathan winced. “Hold you cheeks open baby, Daddy ain’t gonna hurt you” and Nathe automatically relaxed, knowing his man was going to be gentle. The ring opened and his crown pushed inside, but Jim didn’t go any further, he wanted to tease the lad. He just stood there and still holding the lads legs back, leaned over him and lapped and sucked at the kids left nipple. Nathen sighed, and Jim felt the resistance disappear, however, he still didn’t push in any further, instead he pulled out and a spurt of pre cum seeped into the tunnel of pleasure. Jim just gently pushed his crown in and out, all the time licking and sucking on Nathe’s distended nipple.

    Jims composure was at 100% as he just really wanted to shove his cock deep into Nathans second chamber and fuck like a bull. But like the gent he was, he just pushed his crown in and out, and eventually Nathes boy pussy started to suck on Jims fat cock. Nathans tight ring milked the Bears rock hard phallus, and each time, little spurts of pre cum lubed the lads silky insides. His massive hairy belly was snuggled against Nathans own smooth stomach, with the lads hard cock trapped by the sheer weight and all that hair.

    Now it was time for Jim to fuck. He commanded that Nathan hold his own legs back, “Daddy gonna make you cum with my big ol dick boy, so don’t touch your own don’t you worry about that”. Nathan, like a lamb to the slaughter did what he was told. Jim was in his element, sawing his long phallus in and out of Nathe’s tight and now well lubed hole. He reached down and twisted and pulled on Nathans nipples that were now so swollen and aroused, they were like teats. Jim loved those little titties as he called them and could suck on them for hours, extracting whimpers of joy from Nathans slim body.

    Jim’s hairy belly had well and truly trapped the lad between himself and the car seat. It was rubbing against Nathe’s cock and with every thrust it spurted pre cum over Jims belly.

    Nathan lay there, he was in his element. His big protective Daddy was fucking him and fucking him good. The whimpers and moans coming from the lads lips were turning Jim on even more. The man loved how big and powerful he was against Nathans slim lanky body. Jim was always aware he had to go careful, his weight alone could crush the lad, but Nathe wasn’t aware of his worries, he just wanted to be taken and used and filled to the brim with his mans cum. Every thrust that Jim made, he would twist and pull on the lads nipples, and every time that happened, Nathe’s cock spurted little ropes of pre cum over Jims belly hair. He was aware how sticky the area was between them, but he loved getting covered in Nathes cum.

    Jim leaned over him and crushed the lad between him and the car seat and kissed Nathan James passionately. His tongue twisting around Nathes as this massive bear picked up speed. He really started to fuck and was telling his lad how “Daddy’s gonna load his son up and make him smell of his cum and body. He pushed Nathe’s hands above his head and kissed him passionately, and as je did so, Nathan screamed into the mans mouth, “unghhhhhh, I’m coming” so Big Bear Jim gave one final thrust and loaded his boys sweet arse up with his daddy cum. He removed his hands from Nathans and held the lads face and kissed him and at the same time grunted out “Daddy’s cumming baby, ya made Daddy cum” Nathan felt the man’s cock swell in girth and his own ring stretch to the maximum, as rope after rope of cum spurted deep inside of the lad. Both were still panting and actually wondering how both orgasms could be so intense.

    Jim stood up, but didn’t pull out. He wanted the boys insides to milk every drop of Alpha cum into the Nathe’s boy pussy. The man wasn’t disappointed, as his balls were literally drained dry. He looked at this beautiful creature who just too his cock like a champ and wondered how he could have pulled such beauty, while Nathe looked up, wondering how he could have hooked such a Daddy stud.

    They eventually cleaned up to find a spot so Jim could seduce his boy under the stars that night, as Nathan had just given his man, the moon.

  • Al Does Miami

    A Two-fer for Al

    Friday was almost here; Kent was due in that next morning; finally!  But I’ll have to cop to a second ball-unloading Thursday night before that right after I fucked Gil and walked out directly after filling him.

    I’d left Gil’s in my still-sweaty workout clothes Thursday night.  I’d walked over to Ocean and again enjoyed the sea air fresher amid the oppressive July humidity.  I stopped at a food truck and grabbed a delicious fish taco and ate it on the way back up to the hotel. 

    When I got back to our suite I was enjoying the evening’s warm breeze and listening to the surf on the balcony naked after a cool shower when Kent called.  “How was it hon?” 

    I’d texted him when I was going to fuck the sexy Cuban concierge again and his sugar daddy.  “Oh you know; something to do.  I love you too by the way!”

    “Uh HUH!” he laughed.  “Tight young Cubano ass and you being all Dom top on him I’m betting.  Bet he made you blast like a NASA launch.”  Kent had an uncanny connection with my psyche; the Dom thing is rare for me but he sensed it from a text?

    “You’re here somewhere already; watching?” I teased him back.

    “If you only knew how many inches I’ve missed you,” he volleyed back.

    I did and I do.  In fact I’ve missed his humongous boner far more; I’m certain.  “How’s it looking for tomorrow?” I asked.

    My flight is at seven and I’ll just make it if I work all night finishing my piece.”

    “I’ve got plans for your piece,” I told him.  My dick was at full attention just like that.

    “It’s all yours hon; I’ll sleep a hour on the plane so I can at least go one round with you before crashing.”  No way one round will be enough, I thought to myself ruefully.  “This one really kicked my ass; and I’ve been having trouble tonight all of a sudden with some of the reference links as I’m doing the last round of edits.  Weird and annoying.  That’s why I’m betting I’ll be up all night.”

    ”Oh I could keep you UP all night hon!” I growled into the phone. 

    “Ha!  Let’s plan that for tomorrow night after I’ve slept all day while you’re working.”

    ”I’d love to be working your big bone right now,” I told him and stroked my own hard-on and spread some pre around my head.  

    “Fuck babe you wanting me is the best incentive to get my ass in gear!” he told me.

    “Yeah when you’ve exhausted that fuck-machine dick of yours and my hole is too sore to sit I’ll take care of that sexy butt of yours!” I growled and was full-on stroking with one hand and working my boiling balls with the other.”

    “Fuuuuuuuk Al you’d better let me go and get on with the last of this until I’m finished or I won’t make that plane.  If we start a phone sex thing I’ll probably need to release four or five backed-up loads; then no way will I finish before I have to decide between my career and my sexy husband.”

    ”You could work here; you’ll have the whole day at least after we’ve fucked our balls off when you get here and I have to go off to work.  You’d have the rest of the day and you could rest-up so you can do me right in the morning.”  I was trying and my dick was throbbing in my fist and drooling like I hadn’t just fucked some prime young ass an hour before.

    “I love you Al.”  And he ended the call.  I know he’s serious about his work even if he could retire like me.  I stopped at that thought and laughed.  Retired but not retired right now, I thought.  What the fuck was I thinking when I let my former bosses talk me into this weeks-to-months consulting gig?  I should be spending all my the precious time we have together with Kent.

    Thats the thing: Kent’s time is wrapped around his white papers for think tanks and big companies.  He’s young and his career as a freelance researcher putting his hard-earned PhD to work is young.  Like he is.

    And speaking of hard my formerly- throbbing dick was softening in my hand.  Gooey with my copious pre the moment was lost.  I contemplated jacking-off in general; something I never really got into when I was single.  Another guy jacking me?  Fuck yeah that could fire my balls into a blast furnace.  My husband jacking me?  A nuclear missile blast-off.  But my own hand?  Functional at best.  I’d always envied men who so enjoyed playing with their own toy.

    And then incongruously I thought about our dear departed best friend Sasha.  Our Siberian Husky best friend had passed and the house, pool, and yard weren’t the same.  Part of the reason I’d taken gig was to get away from the constant reminders.  We both missed Sasha and sometimes Kent or I would just go to the other and grab hold and cry.

    Well at least that killed my horns!  Nothing like grief to kill the crotch urges.  I finally decided I’d take another shower and go out for a walk; maybe a warm shower, a walk in the warm evening breeze, and my audio-book would ease me into an early turn-in.  

    The huge spa-like shower in the suite my employers had set-up for us had more jets than I remember counting; which is saying something since we redid our master bath when we moved and our own wet room has sixteen spray heads!  I fumbled with the digital controls until all the jets were going, got the temp right to my touch, and stepped into a deluge.  

    As I lathered myself I shed the darker thoughts and enjoyed the feel of my hard muscles.  I’d worked so hard to gain back after my accident and the months of surgeries.  And I’d done damn well for a fifty-something man; certainly Kent lusted for me continuously.  I rubbed my left nipple and thought of my husband’s mouth; his lips and tongue and teeth on it.  And there I was again with my dick in my other hand.

    How long I stroked and fondled myself I couldn’t say; but I finally realized that I wasn’t going to cum.  So I slammed my fingers on that keypad until I’d got the temp control to LOW.

    Even not nearly icy the change was bracing; compared to the balcony and 80° followed by the warmth of the sprays moments before.  My balls pulled-up for safety and my dick went from just about eight stalwart inches to five and flopping before I’d realized and I was shivering.  Still I enjoyed lathering my hard-muscled body now more vigorously; I was trying to warm myself.  Still my thoughts were all over the place and still bounced to how a hot twenty-something local enjoyed me balling him.  And my young husband and his work and my temporary work and my horniness for him.

    I cleaned my still-full balls and my needy dick well just like I was taught to; I was careful to make it fast and efficient and not slow and tempting.  Cleaning my hole was more difficult to avoid arousal but I managed to leave myself tingly without going too far.

    As I toweled I continued to enjoy the feel of my own hard body; hard-fought after I’d been hospitalized for three months, then six month of cautious rehab, and after those nine months skinny and very old-looking.  But when I got the clear I went at it; with Kent’s help and the doctors’ cautions.  I couldn’t change the three to four inches of scars down my chest but I could get myself otherwise as close to a Muscle and Fitness cover bod as possible; keeping my young big-dicked husband might very well be dependent on it.

    I don’t often spend time appraising myself but in the hotel suite’s huge master bath there was a wall of mirrors in addition to those over the vanities.  Not bad Sherbourne, I admitted as I was momentarily taken by my reflection.  I might be disfigured down the middle of my chest to my upper abs but otherwise I’d do me.  I still have all my dark hair with only a complementary smattering of gray at the temples and some in my bush; ample coverings of the dark thatches on my tanned arms, legs, chest, abs and butt.  I turned in the mirror admiring that butt of mine; take it in a close frame and I can compete with any college athlete.  How many thousands of squats had I done to rebuild that?  Sure my upper arms, thighs, and calves don’t show as college class but they’re taut and sinewy and bulge and ripple in the right ways.  And yeah having a bigger-than-average dick that shows and hangs plumply over a set of big low-but-not-too-low hangers and thanks to god still works flawlessly kept me on the plus side in the gay assessment rankings.  I’d do me, I decided still gazing at myself appraisingly and laughed aloud in the echoey room.

    But what about now?  I thought about what to do with my evening; I’m unused to being on my own after the wonderful years since that first time with Kent.  Where the fuck would I be if he hadn’t said in what was to be his last day working at the restaurant where we’d met with him waiting on me, “So I’ve got my doctorate now (which I knew and had celebrated with the restaurant staff a few weeks earlier) and tonight’s my last night because I start a job in my field Monday.  I want to celebrate in you; tonight.  I hope all night.”  I caught my breath after I’d realized his initial choice of words and the prospect of this young stud fucking me senseless and managed to croak out, “Sounds good.”  Somehow he not only still hooked-up with me after that lame comeback but he married me a few years later.  I’d completely forgotten what it was like to be alone other than that three months in the hospital in ‘20.

    What to do tonight … I had an audiobook and I had plenty of reports and emails from my work assignment I could occupy myself with.  I was also in a gay Mecca and had just pronounced myself doable.

    NO!  Enough Al! I chided myself.  Read, watch TV (rarely of interest to me), or work?  Neither reading nor working would keep my mind off being without my husband and being horny for him; at least not for very long. 

    I put the towel I’d dropped to the marble floor earlier up on the eco-sustainment hook to reuse and padded naked into the bedroom again.  I knew that anyone outside in the dark who could see the glass walls of the suite could see my nudeness with all the lights on inside and the dark outside; the maid service for the evening had left everything on including all three TV’s with spa-type music which wasn’t relaxing me at all. 

    The pool area on the side was completely exposed if someone was on the far side of that vast expanse or elevated in a room or on a balcony on the adjacent side; the other direction was out the ocean-front balcony.  I stood at the glass facing the pool boldly.  Did I want someone to see and to come up and …  I stopped myself there.  I considered taking my laptop to the balcony to write-up the Gil-fuck-and-cuck story for GayDemon; but that would surely exacerbate my frustrations.

    I was horny as fuck again; the Gil-fuck just made me want more and thinking about it again re-triggered my balls.  To be candid it hadn’t done much for slaking my horniness it; just drained my balls and it felt more like a performance than a pleasure.  I contemplated my vow (again) to wait until Kent arrived; I’d already blown that … twice in as many days oooops though with his endorsement.  Actually I’d fucked it up not blown it; I laughed to myself at my lame pun.  Better not try comedy, I thought. 

    A walk and then … the book or work?  Both?  Actually I can listen to the book and walk; then I can work if I want to.

    I found a dry jockstrap and clean workout shorts, socks, got into my shoes, shoved a t-shirt into the waist of my shorts, and set out.  Descending in the elevator and all the way on the walk toward the exit to the pool a portly gentleman probably ten years my junior talked about his own open-heart surgery and what great shape I’m in since mine. 

    Yeah, I noticed.  And will I inspire you to save your own life?  I participated little though I was consumed with wonder that he could survive that then roll the dice with his obesity.  I broke off for the pool exit with, “This is me,” and was free of all that.

    I re-started my book and again enjoyed the painfully precise enunciation of the British baritone narrator.  It was nothing consequential or enlightening; a first person-told mystery with a retired UK Norfolk police detective as the protagonist.  I walked out through the pool area and several groups of still-partying hotel guests and went on to the beach.

    When I got to the beach the nearly full moon inspired me; I could see where I was going.  I set off at a medium jog back south and was quickly running along Lummus Park parallel to Ocean again and on down to Muscle Beach.  As I ogled the nite-lifters and other eye candy I wondered to myself if I’d known I’d be heading here.

    An eye-catchingly lean lifter in his thirties made eye contact and smiled.  He was a red-head among a sea of Latin-looking men and was very tanned, handsome, tall, and wore a speedo-type squared-leg style swimsuit that looked inadequate to contain a softball-sized bulge.  As if he knew what I was thinking he adjusted what appeared to be a very fat dick and his smile turned dirtier.  His v-shape was insane; if his waist was twenty-eight inches I’d be surprised but his chest had to be forty-five at least and his shoulders stretched from Ocean Drive to THE ocean!

    There was no good angel on either of my shoulders; he’d apparently abandoned his post somewhere on my run.  I approached the ginger directly and maintained eye contact.  “You done for the night?” I asked.

    “I’m hoping you’ve got something for me to do,” he said still grinning and adjusted himself again.  “You have a hot ass; I didn’t miss that when you were farther out on the sand but I sure hope I see more of it up close.”

    There it was: positions staked-out.  He wanted my ass; and based on my stiffening dick and his growing bulge we were well-joined in that pursuit.  “Take me home and fuck me senseless?  I’ve a lot on my mind and would love it all fucked out of me.”

    He took a half-step forward until our sweaty pecs were touching.  Looking slightly downward to me he said in a low rumble, “Fuck yeah I will!”  Louder to his buddies but to none specifically he said, “Hasta la boner mis amigos!”  That spawned a gillion cat-calls, woof whistles, and vulgar well-wishes.  I didn’t give a shit and neither did he; he threw his arm around my shoulders, clasped my sweaty left pec and flicked my nipple with his fingernail, off we went.  His pit-scent was strong and manly.

    We made small-talk on the several-block brisk walk to his condo … a tiny but very nice condo not that high up with a view of the intracoastal instead of the buhgillion dollar view of the Atlantic.  The condo may not have been as big as my hotel suite but it had a big bed in the small bedroom and a stud pulling me toward it.  The setting sun’s glow on his tan made it seem his studly body was glowing; the strawberry-ginger body hair caught the glow.

    I’d learned his name was Eric and most of his friends called him “Red.”  He liked that and I said I quite liked it too.  He wasn’t much bigger hard than he was soft which was confusing given the bulge earlier; but his tool was the painful side of girthy and about six inches long max.  Beautiful though; veiny and rock-hard with a nicely flared head that I knew would hurt going in.  I’d found all this out within moments after we were inside as he was out of his shoes and suit in a trice and pulling off mine.

    “Whoa fuck Al.  That’s a major weapon you’ve got there bud,” he said with obvious awe.  “Damn man I’d happily die trying on that hog of yours if you’re up for it.”  I could see his wide eyes and drooling dick; he meant it.  Was I going to be denied my fucking?

    “I told you what I want.  A deal’s a deal,” I said and squeezed his fat boner.

    When he shoved me back onto his bed, climbed aboard, straddled my chest, and whacked my chin with his stubby club I wasn’t relieved because he could easily sit on my own fuck-tool which was due upward.  Then to my relief he shoved his straight bludgeon into my mouth and said, “Take it!  You thought I was going to bottom for you first handsome?” he laughed.  He fucked my face but then he abruptly pulled out and backed off to where his balls were grazing my erection.  He rubbed his flattened right hand up and down my racing stripe.  He said in a lowered voice very gently, “You had a rough time of it.”

    I had; more than he’d ever guess.  I decided to answer his question.  “I knew you would fuck me; I was prepared to rape this beautiful stalk of man-meat if necessary to make that happen.”  I reached him and squeezed it hard.

    His eyes burned down into mine.  “Fast and hard or slow and full of passionate restraint?”

    His lips were nearly touching mine and his breath was warm and cool at the same time courtesy of some strong mouth-wash.  I could have taken the passion; but I craved the rough.  “Fast and hard with full passionate abandon,” I answered without hesitation and hoped I’d satisfied both of our cravings.

    To that he drooled adroitly onto his rod and slicked it up as he scooted off me and lifted my legs.  I caught them behind my knees and pulled them back and he hocked another glob of spit directly onto my pucker and shoved his fat dick-head right into me.

    “Aaaaaaaaa FUCK!!!” I quite nearly screamed as he breeched my channel.  I’d thought he’d eat me and loosen me up; but here I was nearly screaming in pain … delicious and deserved pain.

    “You can take it … because I know you want it.”

    I tried to reply but the searing pain inside and at my sphincter prevented anything but yelling; which seemed to fuel him.  He was railing me like we were in an elevator and had to be finished when we got to our floor.  I seriously hoped he didn’t finish that fast.

    “So fucking hot,” he growled as he pounded into me.  “Soooooo tight!”

    He pounded away and I was doing birthing breathing.  My husband’s dick was much bigger; yet this guy was tearing my man-hole to shreds.  It took all my concentration to relax my hole; still he didn’t care and pounded me.  His scent was getting stronger and his sweat was dripping on me and flying off his red curls as he slammed into me.

    It went that way: one position, pounding, relentless drilling, cursing, sweaty man-scent wafting, sweat flying, and that muscular triangular torso rippling as he continued.

    “You’re made to take cock aren’t you?  AREN’T YOU?!” He shouted when I hadn’t answered.

    “Fuck me!”

    “SAY IT!” he shouted at me menacingly and for that bit of time he triple-timed my hole.

    “I … said … it.  FUUUUUUUUCK ME!”

    He growled and spit in my face which is not my favorite thing but revs my engine in a fight-for-dominance scene.  I summoned some fortitude and clenched my hole on him TIGHT and cause a reaction.

    “That pussy is made for cock; even if you won’t admit it.

    I’d passed the worst of the pain, was adapted to the force and stretch of it, and was heading into the zone of abandon I craved.  “Tear me up stud.  Is that all you got?  I SAID … FUCk ME!”

    His eyes narrowed and his jaw set; he pounded me faster if not harder.  I had no idea how long he could keep this sprint going but I knew I wanted his seed sewn deep inside me.  I took his tiny waist in my legs, hooked my heels in the small of his back, and began bucking on his flailing dick.  I got myself into a position where his stubby club could pummel my prostate and began yowling.

    “Fuck man that’s hot!” he shouted.  “Yeah dude ride it man.  Ride my bronco cock.”

    It distracted me to think about whether the analogy held but didn’t lessen just slowed the building tension in my balls … not entirely.  “You think this is a rodeo and you can bust this bronco boy?” I taunted him.

    He ground his teeth together and growled.  “I’m gonna knock you up!” he said and drooled spit on me as he snarled and strained to bang me harder.

    I spit up into his face; a clean shot, on target, and a beautiful glob that caught his left eye.  “See if you’re man enough!”

    He shoved my legs by my knees and shoved them into my arm-pits as he grunted and strained to fuck me harder; than Christ for yoga!  He wasn’t on target but enough if his head scraped my prostate that I was still building toward my release. If I didn’t have bruises on my ass from his bony groin I’d be surprised.

    Somehow he shifted and his slamming groin was knocking against my balls; not slamming them but some impact and that was enough to catapult me into oblivion.  “Fuck it out of me stud!” I urged him.

    “Fuck yeah dude!  Give it to me man.  Let it go!”  He urged.

    I was there soon enough and began convulsing as my body expelled another load of the evening all over me and some on his chin.  It felt good; better than earlier.  I let myself go to it and felt him fucking into me and my dick spewing out of me as I rolled in my mind on the waves of pleasure.

    I was only vaguely conscious of his grunts and spasms and epithets as he dumped his load deep inside me.  Not sure at all how long the unloading went on but it seemed days.

    “That was fucking amazing!” Eric the sweating panting bodybuilder said barely holding himself above me.  “Can I kiss you?”

    “Eat my hole and feed me some of your load,” I demanded.

    His eyes widened but then he dismounted, pushed my hips up again, tentatively put his face near my freshly-brutalized hole, and then was in and lapping, tongue-fucking, slurping, and moaning.  He came up with his face slimy and kissed the fuck out of me; I admit I sucked his face right back and clutched at him wishing it was Kent and he was here already.

    When he pulled back he looked at me intensely.  Then he suddenly gave me a quick no-tongue kiss and flopped down next to me.  “You’re a hot lay!”

    I laughed so suddenly it startled me.  “What every man hopes to hear.”

    “How was it for you?” he asked without laughing at my joke.

    “What every woman wishes she didn’t hear,” I quipped.

    He was on his side and had his head over me gazing intently.  “Dude you’re no woman.  What’s that supposed to mean?”

    “It means suck my cock and balls clean now.  Please?”  That got a smile.

    “Me too?” he asked almost shyly.  “You’ve tasted you on me and know it’s safe.”

    I laughed heartily and reached up and pulled him by his curls and kissed him.  I thoroughly sucked and licked his mouth and then pulled him off.  “I taste damn good.  And so do you!”

    He pulled my hair that time and pulled me in for another kiss.  It was longer than mine had been.  When we parted he flopped back and seemed like the moment had passed.  Then, “Husband or wife?”  I hesitated for a minute and he pulled my left hand up and touched my wedding ring.

    “Oh,” I said in understanding.  “Husband.”

    “Does he know you fool around?” he asked smugly.

    The tone and the presumption hit me wrong.  I was out of the bed quickly.  “I don’t,” I answered strongly.  “He’s the one who told me to get laid while I’m waiting for him to get here.  A place-holder until the good stuff.”  I‘d pulled my running shorts up, grabbed my shirt and was getting into my shoes.

    “When does he get here?  And do you want to get good and fucked again before he does?” he asked with that same smug grin.  No impact from my rebuff.6

    “You’re presuming I thought this was good; I just told you that you were a place-holder,” I said as I headed out of the bedroom.

    I hadn’t realized how unimpressive his dick was until he vaulted off the bed and and hurried after me with his softie full on showing. There wasn’t a lot to flop around; my husband is a shower and a grower and that’s what I measure all others by.  Pun intended.  I briefly considered checking his workout suit for padding; that bulge had been bigger!

    “Al I’m not the one who came hands-free,” he said as he caught me in the small living room.

    I turned.  It’s not my nature to be mean even to smug guys who don’t know shit.  “It was good, Eric.  But just a suggestion?”  He looked at me quizzically.  “You’re a good fucker and a handsome guy with a killer bod.  Don’t be an asshole about it.  That isn’t attractive except if you’re into it DURING the fuck.”

    I turned and reached for the door handle and he touched my shoulder.  I stopped and turned.  “What I meant was that it was a stellar fuck; you are a great fuck and we had a great fuck together.  I didn’t intend to be an asshole but okay maybe I was a little confident because it was so good.  I’d love to do it again if you would want to.  And if your husband is flying in, he may have some problem getting his flight.  There’s some virus that’s supposed to be closing down the world.  I had six or eight news updates about it on my watch.  Flights being grounded right and left.”

    I thought about nine-eleven, holding my toddlers close, and fearing the end of the world.  I hoped like hell this wasn’t a replay but wanted to get out of there and to call Kent.

    I tuned-out for a minute and fortunately heard in some background track that Erica wanted to exchange numbers.  I put my phone out and he looked panicked as his wasn’t around.  “Just give me your number and I’ll text you mine,” I told him and he rattled it off while I punched in the digits.  “EricRed BodyBuilder” is how he went into contacts.

    I left moments later and checked the news feed before I got to the elevator.  With a sinking feeling as I scrolled I intended to call when I got to the lobby.  Instead my phone rang in the elevator.  Kent’s flight for the next morning was cancelled.

    My first thought wasn’t for the state of the world; it was for my still-needy balls.

  • Ray’s Ordeal

    The hour was late before Ray headed home

    From his brother’s party, as held at Le Dome.

    The blues and blacks of the night’s sharp monochrome

    Made him feel so easy, he thought he would roam

    Since he had a condo that wasn’t too far.

    But he didn’t notice when that big blue car

    Pulled out of the parking lot next to the bar

    And quietly followed him. Back doors ajar.

    He reached his street and as he started to turn

    The car pulled ahead of him. Too late to learn

    Four men were inside of it, and each did burn

    To force Ray to join in their weekend sojourn.

    So out they jumped and around him they did swarm

    To bind him and gag him. Then to his alarm,

    Into their trunk, he went. Oh, they meant him harm,

    And he knew he’d never escape them, through charm.

    For three weeks Ray vanished and could not be found.

    The fear grew that he was six feet underground.

    Then one day he showed up, and he looked half-drowned.

    “I’ll tell you what happened,” he said. “Gather ’round.”

    His body was bruised and the scars on his back

    Proved without a doubt he’d been under attack.

    “Four men took turns beating me, in a room black,

    And raping me, each one a wild maniac.

    I spoke to one softly, and I made him care.

    Then I learned a secret that they did not share.

    The room was a cellar, and all its fresh air

    Came through a vent in the ceiling. So there

    I focused my efforts to set myself free.

    The black paint had hidden it well. I could see,

    That it was too narrow for someone like me

    But it proved an excellent decoy. That’s key.

    So when one of them came in to have his sick joy,

    I hid in the shadows, and I did employ

    The sight of the open vent. I wasn’t coy.

    He ran off to tell them that they’d lost their boy.

    He left the door open. I raced down the hall

    To stairs leading up and outside. Their footfall

    Was fast coming after me, and they did call

    For me to stop running. What I did was haul

    As fast as I could to a thick grove of trees

    And hid in there. Grateful for a gentle breeze.

    Then made my way here, keeping hidden. For these

    Madmen now wanted to kill me. So please,

    Let me have a good meal and bath, and then I

    Will lead the police back to where they do lie.”

    And that’s what Ray did. He was some kind of guy.

    But never did we learn those men’s reasons why.

  • Memories of The Night

    Boom! Boom! Boom!!

     I was awoken from my peaceful sleep by the loud knocking on my front door.

     ” Who could that be?”, with fuming ears, I dragged my duvet over my head and thinking out loud as I didn’t expect visitors, not now and certainly not so soon. 

    It was a wet season so it was raining heavily outside which would have been the most favorable kind of slumber time which anyone who likes rain would enjoy. 

    Boom boom boom!!

    Someone was persistent and looking for a kiss of death from yours truly. I was practically about to erupt as I silently prayed that they’d go away and hopefully I’d sleep peacefully along with earth’s melodic down pour.

    The knocking grew louder and desperate by the second which gave me a quick migraine and in the process letting my minute grain of sleep edge away, and that made my blood boil, whoever that was, was in for a good scolding or maybe a curse or two.

     I jumped out of bed, tossing my comfy duvet aside as I wore my slippers and I proceeded to the door. Stomping with every step trying to match the thunderous knocking down the numerous stairs, yet it was all drowned out by the heavy rainfall. I was in my pajamas without any the robe and despite the cold night, my boiling blood was keeping me warm, for now.  

    BOOM BOOM BOOM!

    Off with their heads! A mantra that I whispered as I stepped down the stairs as fast as my legs would let me. I was still holding onto the specks of sleep like I wouldn’t get any soon or later.

    “I’m coming…I’m coming!” I shouted at whoever was knocking,

    “and this better be important” I mumbled quietly as I opened the door, but nothing could prepare me for what I saw next. It was a girl around ten years old trying with all her might to support a man who was terribly injured, he was bleeding all over her blue denim pinafore but she didn’t seem to care, they were all soaking wet and dripping and probably cold. 

    “Please, help us… The demons are coming after us, please..” she cried out with bloodshot eues and she was panicking while trying to support the man. Her eyes were sunken and I could see her trembling either from the cold or fear or both. She would often look behind for any sign of their pursuers while trying to convince me for help. Such hard work for a little child, my heart melted with sadness as my own memories materialized there and then but I had to push them back for the matter at hand was more important than my past.

    Suddenly I felt so cold all my boiling anger faded as quickly as it came exposing my skin to the cold wet night so I immediately helped the girl with the man as we took him and I laid him on my sweet, lilac velvet coach. I do hate stains so sue me.

    “Stay here, let me close up first” I told her while moving towards the door and she nodded still holding onto the unconscious man’s hand, it was all her glassy eyes could look at and I proceeded to close up but I got a whiff of rotting flesh.

    Demons! 

    I immediately decided to open s door that I wish would’ve stayed shut. I had no time to think this through, demons were nasty creatures. With putrid smells plus aggressive behaviours and don’t forget the ugly looks. Ugh!

    Focusing all my mana,I didn’t want to leave the doorway or else they’d enter, so I commanded the threads of magic from within mine vessel to reach out as I summoned a salt can into my hands from the kitchen, I drew a handful of rain water that had collected into a pail on my porch ( hey the roof leaked), I mixed the two together since salt worked wonders against demons.

    I used it to draw a protection sigil on the front door that upon completion, a powerful force field of raw energy engulfed the whole house and I let out a huge sigh of relief and tiredness after being drained for activating such a sigil. Immediately I heard hissing and whimpering as the demons quickly went away.

    It worked! Apparently after five years of no practice, I still remembered it all somehow.

    “Now, let’s see…hmmm” I tried to remember where I had placed my grimoire, the most important part of witchery, so I left the girl after closing the front door and confirming that the demons were not getting her anytime soon. The putrid smell of decomposing flesh was no more. I ran up to my bedroom before the worst could happen.

     On my wall to the left near the bed stand, I went on and tapped the same wall two times using my pointing finger and whispered my password. There was a woosh and a sizzle as the wallpaper vanished to reveal a wooden box sitting within a rectangular space. I got it out and opened it to find my rusty brown leather bound grimoire intact plus other things I had kept, things that must’ve meant something to me because of the gap I had in my memory. It had been with me since I could remember opening my eyes in this very house at the sight of my uncle sitting on a chair Infront of me.

    I was hesitant to open it up as I’d be opening old wounds and failed attempts to reveal what was lost but a life was at stake.

    The door was open and there was no turning back.

    “No Hellion, don’t ! It’s me Helen, your sis…” I heard the little girl cry and scream out the man’s name, probably her brother but he was now turning into a demon and the only ones that would turn into a demon by scratch or bite are the magic folks only. I’d feared as much when I saw him with black veins snaking around his bloody wood.

    I ran as fast as I could, jumping steps( and I had to get a house with a long staircase?!), to find Hellion holding his sister by her throat. He was in the third phase, which was transformation but it was half done. Helen’s eyes were full of confusion, shock and fear. She couldn’t speak but only gurgle saliva that had collected in her mouth. There was no time.

    “Let her go” I shouted at him with a quivering voice that wouldn’t chase a mouse but he turned to look at me with black eyes and without letting her go. He turned back to Helen and continued adding more pressure on her throat, he was going to kill her if I didn’t act. I closed my eyes and reached out to the river styx. It’s from that same river that all demon slayers got the power to slay demons. I was afraid that the connection was long gone after years of no practice but suddenly I felt like a dam had ruptured inside of me. The power I had was so happy to be set free that it immediately filled me up my vessel causing me to take a step back and I released the power that I had thought was just in my head all the time.

    Demon obey thy will at once!” I commanded with a voice that quaked through the house, shaking the chandelier and furniture. When the demon turned to look at me again, it was shocked to see that my eyes were bright blue like the river styx, and it began to cower dropping the girl to the ground with a thud and she coughed wheezed while getting faraway from the monster that her brother had become.

    Right now I was focused on the demon that hissed and hid in the corner, but I was glad Helen was alive.

    Slayer, Slayer” it trembled and hissed the same word while it tried squeezing into the corner with some hope of escape. Immediately I held out my hand to Helen who weakly took it and stood behind me. She was shivering with fright. Poor girl!

    I opened my grimoire and chanted the purgatorum anima which caused the demon in Hellion to immediately start crying. The demon fell down and began to convulse. A could of black smoke rose up from Hellion’s mouth and dissolved into the ground as I finished the chant, which left him in his true human form with wounds and looking so pale and at death’s door.

    Helen ran to him.

    ” He’s not breathing, you killed him” she shook with tears, she had long forgotten that he was trying to kill her, and now she was pointing fingers at the helper. ( How rude?!) But I didn’t blame her, she had been through a lot for one night or days they had been on the run. I had a lot of questions but they’d be asked later.

     “Relax, the purgatorum anima makes one look dead but he’s fine”, I assured her trying hard not to fall down from the mana rush I’d had earlier on. The power had come and gone just like that. I needed to sit down but first,

    “Help me put him on the couch so that I can clean him up” I told her confidently but deep down I was hoping I’d done it correctly, this was still new to me in a sort of way. I was barely able to remember how I did it, it was a reflex, muscle memory of something I used to do as my body had moved on its own depending on my mana.

    My mind had had a blank gap ever since I started living with my uncle, who had been gone for God knows how long. 

    It’s been years since I came here, I hardly remember most of my life before I came here. My uncle was rarely home so I only received a text or two from him and a handsome check each month to help me out. I ran an apothecary/ herbal pharmacy if you may, on my own since I came to this town. Pretty much I’ve been on my own. I didn’t have friends but I didn’t remember having enemies either. The neighbours were good to me and I’d get orders for they concoctions from now and then. My medicine was a gift.

    I proceeded to remove the soaked shirt and pants from Hellion after I gave Helen a pair of my old pajamas and sent her away to take a shower. I would’ve performed a healing spell but I couldn’t risk more magic on him, so I decided to use my nursing skills and alchemy. Good thing I still had a wounds’ balm in here somewhere.

    I looked at him sleeping soundly with peace and I saw the resemblance to his sister. The dirt blond hair they both shared to the purple lips. Where Helen’s jaw was soft and feminine, Hellion’s was sharp and definitely masculine. They had the same hooked nose that extended a bit forward that I’d cast a shadow on their mouths if they weren’t lying down. I couldn’t guess Hellion’s eye colour but if it was the same as his sister’s, I’d be wine red. 

    Magic folks, I’m I right?

    On opening the shirt, I was greeted by a broad hairy chest, muscular and definitely a warrior with cuts and scars of battle,(Hello there!). I absently traced my fingers on the scars across his cold body that felt like bumps and grooves across his body map. Huge pecs that were full and nipples that would stand erect if he was aroused. This body really looked familiar and as I continued to trace my fingers along his abdomen, it felt like my fingers knew every inch of this same body which was rather peculiar.

    There was a very distinct mark on the left side of his abdomen that must’ve been a birth mark that was shaped like a circle drawn half way to the centre, it felt like the circle was supposed to be full but something happened and it was left half drawn.

    I felt a push and the need to touch it in hopes it would be complete. I was in a trance.

    Behave man!’ I thought to myself, so I withdrew my hand before I could touch it and I focused on healing the person before me. This person was really familiar and he was huge and I wondered how Helen managed to hold him up.   

    After cleaning him, I covered him up with a blanket leaving his chest out, ( don’t judge! You’d leave it out too if you were me).

    I went on to let him sleep but before I stood up, I once again noticed a tattoo on his left arm, a star shape with three moon’s above it. No way, it can’t be. Of all people I couldn’t have been in the presence of the crowned prince of Constellar kingdom. I read of this kingdom in one of the books I found in my uncle’s library. The kingdom of Constellar was a kingdom of heavenly bodies that ruled all magical beings. 

    What were they doing here?’ I wondered to myself, I decided to touch the tattoo because I was curious at this point and the tattoo was not on any inappropriate area. I remember reading that this tattoo was magic itself and it was given to the warriors of the royal family. 

    The second my fingers touched the tattoo, I blacked out and a bunch of my forgotten memories flooded through me. Memories that had been tightly locked within a certain prison. Suddenly, I felt the gap in my mind that had been eating away at me, repeatedly being filled with information and connected with everything up to now. This was too much so I stumbled back. It was all dizzying.

    “Are you okay, sir?” a small girl’s voice asked me from behind and that centred my scattered mind, I remembered that Helen was here and they’d come for me help, I decided to keep this information to myself.

    “What is the meaning of this?” I asked Helen calmly after I took a long breathe.  

    “That’s a long story sir” she whispered and fresh tears started spilling down her face. Sadness was allover here face.   

    “ Just call me Morgan” as I tried to speak calmly, I was on the verge of panic.”

    What happened? Why are the crown prince and princess being chased by demons? Where is king Solan and queen Litia ?” I had a ton of questions since I had gotten my memories but my only answer from Helen was tears rolling down her eyes and then her entire body shook, I was asking the wrong person. She was too young probably around eight years old since I’d left when she was three years old and fragile. I felt bad for bombing her with such pressure.

    I was about to go calm her down when I suddenly found myself on the ground, pressed down with one massive hand, my hand held behind my back,and a knee came crashing down my spine leaving me to gasp for air.

  • I said No

    he put his dick in my mouth and I could taste a mixture of our juices, and all of sudden he started pissing in my mouth.  I was startled but I knew not to piss him off. After He was finished, he picked me up and said “ damn bae, you do love me because I didn’t have to make you do that, you just did that shit, but we need to talk”………

    I fucking hate when he says those words. Usually they mean He’s about to regret his feelings and do something to hurt me.  He walked away and I heard the downstairs bathroom close. I walked upstairs to the other bathroom and jumped in the shower. “Lil nigga you want some wings, nevermind I’m ordering you wings” I must admit, I do like not having to make decisions because Rahkeem makes them all for me.

    I jumped out of the shower and was drying off and I heard my phone, it was Trey calling

    Me: Sup yo

    Trey: Mar have you seen the news

    Me: No nigga why

    Trey: Marquis is dead

    Now Marquis was a known dealer on campus.

    Me: WTF, damn yo

    Trey: Is your boyfriend in the game

    Me: bro I’m good I promise

    When I walked out of the bathroom, Rahkeem was standing there “who the fuck were you talking to? I told him it was Trey my roomate and HE was worried about me.

    “Sit down shawty let’s talk” I pulled him in and kissed him. he laughed and smiled and said “you getting bold lil nigga”

    We sat and talked and He told me that He did love me but He was afraid that He couldn’t be openly gay. I was confused because I wasn’t even gay to begin with. While talking our food arrived, Rahkeem rolled up a fat ass blunt and we smoked, ate and play the game.

    “Damn I gotta piss” He stood up to go piss and I don’t know why but I got on my knees and opened my mouth.

    “Damarion get the fuck up, you ain’t got to do that shit” I didn’t move I just grabbed his dick and put it in my mouth. He pissed and I drank. Once he was done he sat back down and asked me “why did you do that?” I told him that I belonged to him and whatever comes out of his dick belongs in me.

    I got him to go brush my teeth and while I was standing at the sink I was startled because Rahkeem walked up behind me and started choking me. “Why the fuck are you doing this to me” He said. While choking me, I could his dick being shoved up in my ass, no lube! I couldn’t scream because I was being choked at some point everything went dark. I woke up to incredible pain in my ass and realized He was still fucking me. He had fucked me while I was passed out, in between each stroke he slapped me or spit on me and called me all kinds of names. Then out of nowhere He leaned down and whispered in my ear that He loved me as he was breeding me. After He finished He got off of me and I thought it was over so I rolled over with tears in my eyes confused. How can love hurt like this. He pulled me to him with force and for the first time I saw this man crying as he apologized over and over again. I wiped his tears and kissed him softly. Then he pushed me on the bed and began to kiss me rough and hard, he started on my neck and worked his way down to my nipples, as I felt him suck each nipple as if it was his last meal, my dick was hard asf. His tongue traveled from my nipples to my stomach, from my stomach to my pubes. I expected him to stop, but next thing I know my dick was in his mouth. I could feel his tongue swirl around my dick as he sucked my dick and then I felt three fingers at my ass, the combination of him fingering me and sucking my dick sent me into over driver “I’m bout to bust daddy” I screamed, but he kept sucking and kept sucking and I exploded with a loud scream. My orgasm   was so strong I felt like my heart was busting. “Bae don’t you ever tell a damn soul” It was at the moment I realized that Rahkeem had swallowed my entire load. He crawled up on the bed and I laid my head on his chest. “Rahkeem, can I ask you a question?” “Damn it must be serious you using my damn government” I sat up shaking because I knew this could go wrong……..

  • Reigning Desire

    The Kingdom of Dracoria

    The kingdom of Dracoria was a land where power reigned supreme. Dominated by the towering presence of Magnus, the Dragon God Emperor, it was a place where strength and might dictated every aspect of life. Magnus, though human in appearance, possessed the power and resilience of the mightiest dragon. His muscular form exuded an aura of domination and tyranny, his very presence a testament to his absolute rule.

    The castle of Dracoria was a marvel of architecture, a fortress built from the strongest stones, imbued with ancient magic that made it impenetrable. Its high towers and thick walls seemed to reach for the heavens, a fitting abode for the emperor who ruled over all. Inside, the grandeur continued with vast halls, opulent chambers, and formidable guards—dragon warriors whose strength rivaled that of their emperor.

    These warriors, handpicked by Magnus himself, were a fearsome sight. Clad in armor that glimmered in the sunlight, their bodies were sculpted from years of rigorous training and battle. Each warrior was a living weapon, their loyalty to Magnus unshakeable. They patrolled the castle with an air of supreme confidence, their mere presence a warning to any who might consider rebellion.

    It was into this world of power and danger that Drew stepped, a slender and delicate figure who seemed out of place among the muscular warriors and the imposing architecture. Drew had not come to the castle by choice, but out of necessity. His family, stricken by poverty, struggled to survive. Food was scarce, and the harsh realities of life in the village had driven Drew to seek employment within the castle, despite the risks.

    The day Drew arrived at the castle was etched into his memory. He stood at the massive gates, feeling the weight of the decision he had made. He had heard tales of the emperor’s tyranny, of the unyielding strength of the dragon warriors, but his family’s desperate situation left him with no other option. The castle, with all its dangers, offered the promise of a steady income and the chance to provide for his loved ones.

    As he walked through the grand halls, Drew couldn’t help but feel small and insignificant. The castle seemed to swallow him whole, its sheer size and opulence a stark contrast to the humble life he had known. His task was simple: to clean and maintain the castle. But the reality of working amidst such power was daunting.

    Drew’s first encounter with the dragon warriors came on his second day. He had been assigned to clean one of the training halls, a vast space filled with weapons and armor. As he entered, he found himself face-to-face with three of the most formidable warriors in the castle: Brian, Max, and Tom. They were sparring, their movements fluid and powerful, their bodies a testament to their strength.

    Brian was the tallest of the three, with a chiseled physique and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see through anyone who dared look at him. Max, with his broad shoulders and intense gaze, moved with the grace of a predator, his every motion deliberate and deadly. Tom, the youngest, was no less intimidating, his lean muscles rippling with every strike he delivered.

    The warriors paused their training as Drew entered, their eyes locking onto him. Drew felt a wave of fear and awe wash over him. He had never been in the presence of such raw power before. The air seemed to crackle with their energy, their dominance palpable.

    “Well, what do we have here?” Brian’s voice boomed, a smirk playing on his lips as he sized up Drew. “A new cleaner, I see. You look like you’d snap in half if you tried to lift a broom.”

    Max chuckled, his gaze never leaving Drew. “What’s your name, little one?”

    “Drew,” he managed to say, his voice trembling slightly.

    Tom stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “Drew, huh? You must be brave or foolish to work here. Do you know what happens to those who can’t keep up?”

    Drew swallowed hard, nodding. “I… I just need the job. My family needs the money.”

    The warriors exchanged glances, their expressions softening slightly. Though they were fierce and intimidating, they understood the harshness of life outside the castle walls. Still, their demeanor remained teasing, almost challenging.

    “Well, Drew,” Brian said, stepping closer, “if you’re going to work here, you’d better toughen up. We can’t have you breaking down every time you see a little muscle.”

    Max laughed, clapping Drew on the shoulder with enough force to nearly knock him over. “Welcome to the castle, Drew. You’ll find we’re not as scary as we look. Just remember, you’re in the presence of the strongest warriors in the land.”

    Tom nodded, his gaze lingering on Drew. “And who knows, maybe you’ll learn a thing or two from us.”

    Drew managed a small smile, his fear giving way to a flicker of determination. He knew he was out of his depth, but he also knew that he had no choice. For his family’s sake, he would endure the teasing, the fear, and the overwhelming presence of power that surrounded him. 

    As he set to work cleaning the training hall, Drew couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something far greater than he could have ever imagined. Little did he know that his arrival at the castle would set in motion events that would change his life—and the entire kingdom of Dracoria—forever.

    The castle of Dracoria buzzed with activity. The grand halls echoed with the sound of armored boots and the low murmur of conversations. For Drew, the castle had become both a place of employment and an enigma, its every corner holding secrets and stories he was yet to uncover. His experiences with the dragon warriors had already shown him a glimpse of the raw power that defined this place, but he had yet to witness the true heart of it all: the Dragon God Emperor himself, Magnus.

    Drew’s daily routine of cleaning and maintaining the castle had brought him to many parts of the fortress, but he had never ventured near the throne room. Today, however, was different. He had been assigned to clean the grand hall adjacent to the throne room, a place he had only heard about in hushed whispers. The task filled him with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

    As he approached the grand hall, Drew couldn’t help but marvel at its opulence. Massive chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their crystals sparkling in the sunlight that streamed through the tall, stained-glass windows. The floor was made of polished marble, so smooth it seemed like a mirror. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of legendary battles and the history of Dracoria’s rulers.

    Drew set to work, his mind wandering as he cleaned. He wondered what it would be like to see the emperor in person. Magnus’s reputation as a tyrant was well-known; tales of his ruthless rule and unmatched power were part of every citizen’s life. Yet, there was also a sense of awe that surrounded his name, a recognition of his strength and the stability he brought to the kingdom.

    As Drew worked, he heard the sound of heavy doors creaking open. He looked up just in time to see a procession entering the grand hall. At the front was Magnus himself, his presence commanding and intimidating. The emperor was even more imposing in person than Drew had imagined. Tall and muscular, Magnus moved with a predatory grace, his every step radiating power and authority.

    Magnus’s attire was as grand as his presence. He wore a cloak of rich, dark fabric that seemed to shimmer with an inner light, and his armor gleamed like polished silver. His eyes, a piercing shade of green, scanned the room with a look that could freeze the bravest of men. Following him were his advisors and several dragon warriors, including Brian and Max, who walked with a deferential air.

    Drew’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched the emperor stride toward the throne, a massive chair carved from black stone and adorned with intricate dragon motifs. Magnus seated himself with a fluid motion, his gaze settling on a group of men who had been brought before him in chains.

    The atmosphere in the hall grew tense. The prisoners were trembling, their eyes wide with fear. Drew watched from a corner, his hands gripping the cleaning cloth tightly. He could feel the weight of the emperor’s presence, the sheer force of his will bearing down on everyone in the room.

    “State your crimes,” Magnus commanded, his voice deep and resonant. It was a voice that brooked no argument, one that demanded absolute obedience.

    One of the prisoners, an older man with a gaunt face, stepped forward shakily. “W-We are accused of stealing from the royal granary, Your Majesty,” he stammered. “But we were only trying to feed our families. The harvest has been poor, and—”

    “Silence,” Magnus interrupted, his eyes narrowing. “You have broken the law and defied my rule. There are consequences for such actions.”

    Drew watched in horrified fascination as Magnus stood, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the prisoners. With a swift motion, he extended his hand, and a flicker of energy danced around his fingers. The air crackled with power, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

    “You seek to justify your theft with excuses,” Magnus said, his voice cold and merciless. “But the law is clear. Theft from the crown is punishable by death.”

    Before the prisoners could react, Magnus unleashed a blast of energy from his hand. It struck the old man with a force that sent him sprawling to the ground, lifeless. The other prisoners cried out in terror, their pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears.

    Drew’s breath caught in his throat. He had heard of the emperor’s ruthlessness, but witnessing it firsthand was a different matter entirely. The sheer power and finality of Magnus’s actions left him trembling. The other prisoners were swiftly dealt with, their lives snuffed out with a mere gesture from the emperor.

    The hall fell silent, the only sound the echo of Magnus’s heavy breathing. He turned to his advisors, issuing orders in a low, authoritative tone. The bodies were removed, and the hall was quickly cleared. Magnus’s gaze swept over the room once more, lingering for a moment on Drew’s trembling form before he turned and exited through the same doors he had entered.

    As the grand hall emptied, Drew felt a wave of nausea wash over him. The display of power and the casual taking of life had left him shaken to his core. He sank to the floor, his mind racing. The image of Magnus’s cold, merciless eyes was burned into his memory.

    Drew realized then that he was in a world far more dangerous than he had ever imagined. The emperor’s tyranny was not just a story; it was a living, breathing force that shaped the lives of everyone in Dracoria. And now, Drew was a part of this world, caught in the web of power and fear that surrounded the Dragon God Emperor.

    As he gathered his cleaning supplies and made his way back to his quarters, Drew couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that clung to him. He had witnessed the true face of power, and it had left him both terrified and strangely fascinated. The castle of Dracoria held many secrets, and Drew knew that his journey had only just begun.

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