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  • Pool Bitch

    The heat had been unbearable, even for Los Angeles. He didn’t mind it so much, if it wasn’t for having to work. They were a bunch of prudes at the office, insisting everyone wear a shirt and tie. Being an intern didn’t help but hell, least he had a job, plus a decent place to live in.

    Throwing his clothes onto the bed in his tiny little apartment, he felt the breeze from his fan. It felt good against his sweaty flesh, as he contemplated a cold shower or heading down to the pool. It was one of the major perks of living in LA, everyone virtually had a pool, and his complex was small, so the pool wasn’t as crowded as the bigger apartment complexes.

    The idea of putting on some swim gear and just stretching out on one of the chaise lounge chairs was attractive. Still, it wouldn’t be the same since Mark had moved out over the weekend. That gave him a bit of a frown, as he had enjoyed the occasional flings he had with Mark.

    Mark was his age, 22, and was built like a Greek God. He had a well defined chest, nice abs and man did he have a nice cock. Uncut and about 8 inches too, which was great for those odd times Mark screwed him. Not often, because well, Mark maintained he was straight, but Chad doubted that. The guy just enjoyed having his cock sucked, and fucking Chad, to be straight.

    Problem was, he had moved out. Gone to Houston of all places. He had only told Chad the day before, but he had shown his appreciation that night. Christ, he still ached in his ass from the pounding he had gotten. Walking at work all day hadn’t been exactly a treat, and even now, he felt a bit sore.

    He had been pretty pissed off, when Mark had broken the news to him. Had stewed about it all day too, and when he had gotten home, he felt like shit. It was another hot day too, just like today but he had opted then for the shower. He couldn’t bear to be at the pool, and know that Mark was leaving. Shit, the times they had spent there, sitting side by side just bullshitting about things. Mark was real easy to talk to, and was in fact the only guy he had come out to, without knowing how he would react.

    Mark had merely looked at him, and shrugged his shoulders. He made out that it was no big deal, and no, they hadn’t jumped into bed then and there. He kind of wished they had, now that he had gone, but it had taken time before it had come up. Again, it was at the pool, which was one more reason he had stayed away that night. Too painful of a memory, to sit there, and not have Mark to talk with.

    They had become friends. It wasn’t just about sex either, as they liked a lot of the same things. Chad was into art, so was Mark. Chad enjoyed the more involved movies, as did Mark. He was into chess, reading, and other things that Chad loved to do. They had spent many nights playing chess together, and it had just happened between them. Mark had a rough night, with some girl from work, and they had sat around outside, bitching about women, when it just came up.

    Next thing Chad knew, they were in his apartment, Mark was spread out on the bed, his legs off the side, his pants down and Chad was staring at that uncut cock. It was rock hard too, he recalled. One more indication that Mark was not totally straight.

    That night, was one he’d remember as well as last night. It was just like now, hot and he had undressed, to decide when Mark had knocked on his door. Chad hadn’t thought before opening the door, and the look on Mark’s face had made him realize that he was just wearing his boxer shorts.

    He really hadn’t been in the mood for Mark, but the guy was leaving, plus the look of lust in his face, was too much to resist. He had let him in, and it was awkward. Silence was not something they were used when together, until finally Mark broke the silence by just staring down at Chad’s crotch. His eyes looked like they were on fire, the look was so intense. It felt strange to have this supposed straight guy staring at his crotch.

    Without even a word, Mark had just stood up, walked over to the bed, and undressed. It was the first time that Chad had seen Mark totally nude. He never took everything off. His pants would always be at his ankles or his shirt tossed over his shoulders and back. Never did he take them all off, but he did last night. It made Chad get hard real fast as he just looked at Mark.

    Mark climbed onto the bed, and reached over to the nightstand, where Chad kept his sex stuff. There was some lube, some condoms, and even a dildo. One thing Mark never let him bring out. This night seemed different, as Mark put the lube on the table, then the condoms, more than one, and to Chad’s surprise, the dildo came out as well. Mark then simply looked over at Chad, staring at Chad’s crotch. His eyes bore in, and he licked his lips as he then looked up into Chad’s eyes.

    ‘Let’s make this one we’ll remember, if you are game’

    Like when wouldn’t he be? Besides, as mad as he was, Mark was too hot to not want to do him, even pissed off, he’d not turn that opportunity down. Chad couldn’t believe his ears, but as he began to move forward, to suck on Mark’s hard dick, he was stopped by Mark’s words.

    ‘Lose the skivvies’

    It made him stop dead in his tracks. The way Mark looked at him, the obvious desire was nearly enough to make him cum. Never, in all their little trysts, did Mark want to see him nude. When he wanted to fuck Chad, he’d never seemed to look, but would do Chad standing up, bending him over and just doing it. His hands would hold his hips, but never reach around, never really do anything. So to actually be told to strip, before he got to Mark, well that was already making the night memorable.

    The shorts were off in record time, and as he stood back up, to look over at Mark, he could have sworn that Mark’s cock looked a bit stiffer. His eyes locked onto Mark’s and he couldn’t believe the feeling he got from that look. There was something odd lurking behind the obvious lust.

    As he began to climb onto the bed, to be between Mark’s open legs, he got his second surprise. Mark told him to come lay beside him, and moved over on the bed, giving Chad room to climb up, to rest next to him. He scampered up quickly, and as he did, Mark turned to lean on his side, to look directly at Chad. He didn’t say anything either, which had Chad on pins and needles. He felt so out of his element, that he flinched when Mark reached out with his hand.

    Mark drew it back, looked at Chad, smiled and once more put his hand outwards, to let it rest on Chad’s chest. The touch made him quiver, as tiny jolts raced up and down his body. He could feel his leg tremble a bit, as Mark began to gently caress his pecs. It felt so good, that he actually sighed, which seemed to make Mark grin even more.

    He lay there, as Mark seemed in no hurry to get sucked off, and instead seemed to rather be enjoying his touching of Chad’s body. The way the fingers moved oh so lightly over his tingling skin, made him quiver all over. In his own eyes he knew he was showing his feelings, but fuck it, he couldn’t help it. He had always liked Mark, had actually thought that he was in love with him, though it had never come up in their conversations. Still, right now, this minute, Chad knew he was in love.

    Mark didn’t seem to mind the look either, as he mostly stared at Chad, watching as his hand moved along the flesh. He would just stare, a strange glint in his eyes, as his hand moved across Chad’s firm nipple, then move down his side. The hand was so light, so almost not there, that it was giving Chad goose bumps. Mark didn’t seem to notice, as he just kept running his hand along his side, going further each pass down.

    While Mark was definitely better built, Chad was no slouch either. He might not be a regular at any gym, but he ran several times a day, ate modestly, and did swim a lot. He had muscles, not over defined, but you knew he had them. Now, as Mark’s hand moved along his hip, to his thigh, he felt the muscles rolling beneath the gentle touch. He felt his cock stiffening even more, the blood rushing to it, as Mark’s hand stroked his thigh.

    Chad sucked in his breath, as he felt the fingers move down from his thigh, along the front up to his hip, then down, and down even more. He could feel the ache in his chest, as the fingers ever so lightly, began to brush over his pubic hairs. His legs twitched as he felt the tips of the fingers move across his soft groin. The pubic hairs tingled, and he felt his muscles jerk, as the hand brushed past the very root of his cock.

    It was almost too much. He fought his body for control, unwilling to surrender. As much as he wanted to, he fought desperately to hold back, to give Mark the time he obviously wanted. No sudden cum hitting him, to maybe ruin the moment, or perhaps turn him off. This was all new to him, as he felt the fingers suddenly move upwards, towards his cock. The tips were there, touching him, as he moaned, unable to hold his pleasure back. His body was quivering uncontrollably, as Mark lightly moved one single finger upwards, and along the throbbing pole. Chad groaned as he opened his eyes, to see the deep concentration on Mark’s face. He wanted to reach out, to grab hold and crush him next to his own body, to kiss those thin red lips and taste him, but he held back.

    Closing his eyes, he felt the cock jerk, felt his balls aching, as he tried to hold back. He didn’t want to cum, not yet, not now. He was whimpering as the finger moved up the shaft, to circle just under his cock head. He was cut, unlike Mark. His head was throbbing, as Mark’s finger lightly moved around underneath the cap. He felt his body stiffening, his legs shooting out and beginning to cramp up. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer, as the finger now moved up, to touch the hot head itself.

    Mark’s finger moved along the head, teasing him as it didn’t go over his oozing slit. He felt his body trembling, his hands were also cramping up now, as Mark’s finger suddenly moved across the top of the cock head. He felt his pre cum being smeared across the head, felt the finger hesitate a second. Then he heard a soft moan, and once more he opened his eyes.

    The face was constricted, but by desire. He could feel Mark’s need, as he found himself laying flat on his back. His eyes stared briefly at the ceiling then closed again, as Mark’s finger moved down the underside of his throbbing dick. He couldn’t help tremble, the sensation too much. His hands were bunched up, his toes curled outwards, making his feet ache. His legs were quivering, with each motion of the fingers, as they moved down the shuddering pole. He sucked in his breath, willing himself to not surrender, but then it just couldn’t be helped.

    At first he wasn’t sure what it was, as his whole body began to convulse at the sensation. He felt his balls slinging up, as he felt the warm wet touch on the very tip of his cock. He shuddered as he realized that Mark had just kissed his cock head. His eyes bugged open, to see Mark’s head lowered over his groin. The hands were no longer touching him, but one was on his far thigh, holding his twitching leg down and open. The other hand was resting on his rolling stomach muscles, and the head was right over his dick.

    He blinked, as the sensations raced up and down his body. He felt the lips, their warmth, as they closed around his cock head. Chad couldn’t believe what he was feeling, but his body did. He felt the blood rushing to his cock, his head becoming dizzy as the swirling emotions inside finally exploded.

    Chad felt his buttocks lift up off the bed, his cock shooting upwards, past the lips and teeth. He cried out, a loud piercing cry, as he felt himself giving in to the electrical shocks running in his body. His heart was thundering, the roar making his ears echo as his body took over. Every fibre inside of his body was suddenly let loose. Every nerve was shrieking, as his muscles unwound, making his entire frame shake and quake.

    He could feel the head of his cock rearing back, making him cry out louder, his breathing becoming ragged and difficult. His panting breath barely heard among the thundering of his heart, as the head shot outwards. Chad felt his body push forward, his hands pushing him upwards, his hips shooting up and off the bed, higher and higher. His cock was driving upwards, deep into the soft moist throat of Mark.

    It exploded, making him grow weak. His sudden thrust upwards ended as quickly as it began. He sank back to the bed, making it shake. The lips held his cock, despite its explosion. He felt the muscles of the throat, as the cum was swallowed, and he heard the gurgle that comes from it. His head was confused, as his body continued to shoot its milk outwards. He heard Mark struggle with the fluid, but he couldn’t stop. His body was no longer his to command, as the lips remained tightly around the throbbing cock.

    It took him several minutes, to finally catch his breath. He had looked over at Mark, had seen him unrolling a condom down his own blood gorged cock, and in a minute, Chad found himself being flipped over, his legs being spread wide apart, and the press of a hard thick pole wedged between his buttocks. He hardly had time to think, before the pain lanced upwards, to mingle with the still rolling waves of pleasure from his ejaculation. His body continued to tremble as Mark showed him no mercy. There was no waiting for him to get used to the thick cock, or anything.

    He felt the searing pain, then as it dove deeper, he cried out, feeling the pain take hold. His legs were still numb as Mark drove his cock all the way in. It was quick and hard, and made him grunt as he felt Mark’s crotch digging into his buttocks. He felt the wet pubic hairs around the insides of his butt cheeks, as Mark kept pushing inwards. Then when he couldn’t go any further he suddenly began to withdraw the cock. It was quick, and once more it was being driven hard back inside. Chad cried out, his hands pounding his bed, his teeth clenching at the bed sheet. He bit hard on his own sheets, as his whole body shuddered with each powerful thrust into him.

    Chad felt the tears at the corners of his eyes, as the pain kept growing inside, yet in some odd way, began to make him feel excited, aroused. His spent dick was already feeling like it could go another round, as his ass got into the rhythm. He felt himself rising up to meet the downward thrust. He felt the inside of his ass stretch open wider, to take all of the hot cock. He felt himself grunt, his chest heaving as Mark fucked him.

    He kept twisting his head from side to side, his legs moved outwards, as he opened himself up fully. He wanted it, all of it, and as it kept pounding inside, he began to moan, louder and louder with each thrust. Chad heard himself begging, urging Mark to drive it in faster, to drive it in harder. He couldn’t believe his own words, as he continued to plead, to drive Mark onwards.

    The cry made him stop, and despite the condom over the cock, he felt the throbbing pole shake. He could feel each shudder, as it exploded inside of him. He wished he could feel the cum fill his hole, but he was satisfied by feeling the cock itself tremble. He felt Mark collapse on top of his back. They stuck together as both were drenched in sweat, as slowly Mark pulled his spent penis out of Chad’s ass.

    Mark rolled off ,and lay next to Chad. Both had been panting, and the sweat had made them stick to each other, or so it had seemed. They must of laid there for several minutes, just catching their breathes. Still, it was a night he wouldn’t soon forget, and as he thought about it, he realized his hand was sticky and wet.

    ooking down, he realized that he had whacked off, and not even noticed. The knocking on his door finally registered as he quickly pulled up his boxer shorts.

    He felt like an idiot, wondering how long someone had been knocking. Chad was still recalling last night, as he hurried over to the door, unsure who it was, nor really caring. As he opened the door, he stepped back, stunned. His heart was suddenly racing as he just stared at the figure in the door.

    ‘Come with me’ was all the figure said, as Chad jumped into his arms, clutching him tightly, kissing him all over, and being kissed back.


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  • Slamming it Home

    Jordan watched the batter swing, heard the loud smack echo and saw the ball go sailing. He was on his feet, willing the ball to make it over the fence, along with all the rest near him. They cheered as it just passed over the top, and then began to whistle and clap and stomp their feet, as the batter made his easy run along the bases. They were all happy, it was the end as his homerun was the winning run.

    The entire student body was cheering, the band playing as Jordan sat back down, grinning and excited. After all, he knew just how important that hit was. Sure it won the game for their college team, but it was more than that. It was the classic bet, one he wanted Chad to win even. Mind you, even if he hadn’t hit the homer, Jordan still figured he’d be a winner, given the bet he had with Chad.

    Course he wouldn’t be collecting that bet until much later. For now he knew Chad would be the toast of the college. He’d be swamped and more than likely have to tour a few after game victory parties, but that was okay. It would give him time to get ready, to reap his reward, so to speak. Grinning he began to make his way from the bleachers, towards his car and ultimately his tiny one room apartment off campus.

    The apartment was a luxury he could barely afford, though Chad helped out when he could. Neither of them came from well off families, but they had made do. The apartment was a perk, and after their freshmen year, a necessity for them. It was too hard to get the same dorm room, not to mention that even then it wasn’t exactly safe. While the university frowned on their students living off campus, they managed.

    Jordan wasn’t a jock, and how he and Chad had hooked up was still a bit like a fantasy to him. Despite being together for almost three years now, it still amazed him that Chad wanted him, and no one else. Hell, the guy was becoming a legend at the college, with his batting heroics, and other attributes. Plus, he wasn’t a slouch when it came to academics either, narrowly missing the Dean’s List last year, but well on track to making it this year. Chad was a giant, even if he was only five foot ten. He had the looks to match his success on the baseball diamond, and in the classroom.

    He had an easy manner, that just made anyone talking to him fall for his charm. That lazy grin that would cross his face, the way his teeth would gleam to match the sparkle that was always in his eyes. It made him popular, and yet he didn’t seem effected by it. He was always worrying about saying the wrong thing, or hurting someone.

    They had been to lunch, and people kept coming up to him, wanting to talk, to have him autograph something, and despite his food getting cold, he didn’t refuse anyone. It was his way, one of the many traits that made Jordan care so much for him. It was frustrating, to see all the attention he got, the adoration of some of the female students, but he put up with it. After all, Chad came to him when he needed affection, and even some of the guys who might be classed as threats, seemed uninteresting to Chad. Only Jordan seemed to be his focus, though he was certain no one knew.

    It was a risk, that first year. The secret meetings in their dorm rooms, even the odd trip to the motel off campus had given them a scare at times. They worried about being caught, in a compromising situation. The college would definitely not accept that behaviour, but somehow they both seemed to ignore that, though it was never far from their thoughts.

    Jordan drove carefully, stopping at a small convenience store to pick up some needed supplies. Condoms being the first selection, some of that new KY Warming Lube the second. Then it was just some bottled water, and other junk food most college students lived off of. He grinned at the way the cashier had been bubbling too, about how she had heard the game on the radio, and wasn’t that Chad a dream? He almost burst out laughing, knowing just how much of a dream he really was.

    Unlocking the door to the apartment, he felt a strange unease. Something wasn’t right, but he shrugged it off as he walked into the darkened room, putting the small bag of essentials on the table and tossing his keys there as well. He closed the door and before he could turn around, he felt himself being grabbed.

    Startled, he felt himself being lifted off the ground and twirled around like a little kid, and just before he was about to struggle, he smelled that cologne, that aroma that always got him horny. He felt the arms, and he knew it was Chad. For a little guy, he was no weakling. Jordon outweighed him by at least 20 pounds, and was a good two inches taller, but still Chad had managed to lift him up and twirl him around.

    As he was put back onto his feet, he was turned around so he could stare into those dark sparkling eyes. Chad was standing there, grinning and before he could even say hello, he felt the young man’s lips pressing on his. He could smell the alcohol on his breathe, but he didn’t care as the kiss was a hard passionate one. Jordan felt the tongue forcing open his own thin pale lips, and diving inwards.

    His body began to ache as Chad’s powerful arms held him close, and crushed him into his own lithe body. Jordan could feel the muscles bulging in his chest, rippling along his stomach, and he also could feel the tell tale bulge in his crotch. It felt so hard, so aroused that he couldn’t help but giggle a little, as he let himself be kissed and kissed.

    Chad lifted his chin up, and kissed him hard on the throat. His lips pressed against his throat, then moved down, kissing every part of him, as the hands moved up and down his back. They were frantic in a way Jordan hadn’t experienced before. They were eager, and insistent as they slowly moved towards the bed, kissing and touching each other. In some ways, it was like their first time, except it had been him doing the leading.

    Jordan was a natural top, while Chad a great bottom. In their almost three years, Chad rarely took the lead, preferring to be taken, rather than take. He loved to suck on Jordan’s cock, and have his milked several times. He was actually a pervert, the way he would always want Jordan to suck him again, or jerk him off. Yet at the same time, he was always willing to spread his legs too, to give Jordan all of him. There was no doubt, he liked to ride Jordan’s cock, which made him always feel good.

    Now though, it was Chad on the make. He was the one making the moves, and it felt odd, but exhilarating. He hadn’t ever experienced Chad this way, so forceful, so dominating. It was like a different person really as they both fell to the bed. It squeaked as they bounced a little on it, making them both laugh a little.

    Then Chad looked over at Jordan, and his face changed. He got his thoughtful look, with his lips pursed, his brow furled, as he just looked at Jordan. It was a bit freaky, until that smile crossed his face. He looked like a kid in that moment, and Chad reached out, to run his hand across Jordan’s chest. It made him quiver as the hero of the day, leaned back and placed Jordan’s head on his upper chest. He could hear the heart beating, as the hand now caressed his hair, soothing him in a way he wasn’t used to.

    It was odd, unlike Chad, and yet Jordan felt totally in his control. The way he had leaned back, had let Jordan rest on him, was a tender moment, that only aroused Jordan more. He felt himself falling all over again for his lover, as his hand reached out and he began to run it down the chest. He toyed with the button’s on Chad’s shirt, and then undid a few, putting his hand inside the shirt, to feel the warm skin. His fingers spread out, he began to roam under Chad’s shirt, feeling his chest rise and fall to his breathing.

    Chad leaned towards Jordan, looking at him and then reaching over and kissing him on the forehead, then he began to caress Jordan’s side, and slowly move towards his chest. He unbuttoned the shirt, slowly and deliberately. Each button brought a small quiver to Jordan. He felt the excitement building as his shirt was finally undone. Then the hand moved lightly over his skin, making his nerves tingle. He felt the fingers brush over his nipples, making him whimper a bit, that Chad ignored.

    Leaning closer, he brought his head down, and kissed each nipple lightly. Then he kissed the hollow of the chest, making Jordan tremble with excitement. His own hands were all over Chad, but it was Chad who directed them. He kissed Jordan’s belly, and then leaned back, to undo his own pants. Jordan watched as he popped the button, then pushed the zipper down. He saw the golden flesh above the white waist band, and the small little tuft of hair, that led to Chad’s groin. He licked his lips as he saw Chad push the shorts down his legs. He reached back with his legs, to shove the pants and shorts off, and lay there, fully exposed to Jordan, with only his socks on.

    Jordan didn’t waste any time, as he kicked his shoes off, and shoved his pants down his legs. Pushing his shorts down, he followed Chad’s lead, in kicking them off, so he too was naked. His cock was harder than he had ever felt it, but looking over at Chad’s throbbing pole, he realized that Chad also was harder than he had seen him be. Licking his lips, he leaned over Chad, and ran his hand down the firm belly, to circle the wavering penis that stuck upwards, like a flag pole.

    He couldn’t contain himself, as he wrapped his fingers around the hard pole, leaned over it and began to stuff it into his mouth. He tasted the pre cum that was oozing out, and he let his tongue lick and coat the hard cock. He began to suck on it, to taste it and feel it, as he fumbled for the package of condoms near the bed. He couldn’t find them, but then felt one being slipped into his groping hand. He seized it and as his hand now took over from his mouth, he ripped open the package with his teeth, and pulled out the thin rubber covering. Jordan looked up to see Chad’s eyes sparkling, almost as if it was a display of fireworks happening. He felt his chest quake a bit, as he unrolled the condom, and then once more focused on Chad’s quivering cock. In a second he was unrolling the condom down the hot flesh, his ass tingling as he anticipated the upcoming event.

    It was like discovering sex all over again, as he began to place his legs over Chad’s prone body. It was how they always did it, when Chad would agree to fuck. However, as he started to get into position, to straddle Chad, and lower himself onto the hard dick, he was stopped. Suddenly he found himself flat on his stomach, Chad kneeling behind him, between his legs. Chad’s knee was pressing his thighs, forcing his legs to spread open wider, and he obliged. He found the pillow next to him, and his hands were up by his head, as he heard Chad spit, then the feel of two fingers probing his hole, made him groan.

    They penetrated him hard and quick, pushing past his hole like a hot knife through butter. The moved in deep, twisted once or twice inside, then pulled out, then repeated the penetration, again and again, until he was groaning constantly. He felt his nerves shrieking at him, wanting more, even demanding more. Jordan gave voice to those inner feelings, and got a hard slap on one butt cheek. He heard it echo, and as it rolled around the small room, he felt the bed squeak, felt Chad’s hand pressing down on the bed, next to his shoulder, and then the touch of that cock, against the small of his back, made him reach out and take hold of the sheets. His body grew tense, as he felt the hard cock, being pushed down between his cheeks, spreading them apart.

    Slowly it moved down, until the head was wedged tight up against his hole. He heard the panting from above him. Sweat from Chad’s forehead dripped down onto his back, as Chad took position, and then it came.

    The pain was unlike any other he had felt, as Chad’s hard cock penetrated him. His hole was split apart, as the huge cock head pushed inwards hard and fast. There was no hesitation as it slid in, then moved further inwards.

    He felt it throbbing as it pushed in, hard all the way until Chad’s groin was almost threatening to split him open even wider. He felt the hairs of Chad’s pubes rubbing against the soft insides of his cheeks, as the hard pole filled and stretched him. He cried out, his hands banging the bed, his body shaking from the rolling thunder of pain inside of him. He cried out, tears rolling down his face, as the cock began to move out, but then was suddenly rammed back in, even harder than before.

    Jordan couldn’t believe the sensations that were filling him. He wanted it out, but wanted it in harder. He was torn, as the hard cock began to rock in and out of his ass. He could hear the harsh sounds of Chad’s flesh slamming into his own quivering cheeks, as Chad ploughed his hole. He felt like he was being torn apart with each hard thrust, each grinding motion that made him squirm and tremble. He felt the sweat falling onto his back, like hot wet arrows. His whole body was shaking, his legs ached and his toes began to cramp up.

    He was being fucked harder than he ever had been. Chad was driving his cock furiously into him. Each thrust making the bed bounce, making Jordan groan. He could hear the panting, feel the sweat turning into a rive on his back, as he tried to spread his legs more, to let more inside. He was begging him, urging Chad to drive it in, to pound him. It didn’t sound like him either, more off in a distance voice egging Chad on but inside, he knew it was his voice. It was him pleading, urging for more, as the cock was relentless. It dove in, then pulled nearly out, then dove in again, and again. Every other thrust in would end up with Chad twisting his body, making the cock twist and turn inside of him. His nerves were shot as his body shook.

    Then it all seemed different. There was this quick pulling back, this momentary end to the motion, then suddenly he felt the cock being thrust hard. It was the hardest yet, it was ripping through him and threatening to pop out of his throat, as he felt Chad’s whole body suddenly collapse on top of him. He heard him cry out, heard him scream his name, as he fell on top. Inside, he felt the hard throbbing pole shake, shiver even, as it threatened to explode inside. He felt the hard stream coming out of the head, filling the condom covering it. He could actually feel the vein underneath trembling as the cock released its cum, while Chad collapsed on top, exhausted.

    Jordan couldn’t believe it, as his own body shook and trembled, as the cock inside jerked from side to side, as its jizz was emptied. He felt himself suddenly relax, as the last shivering jerk inside began to subside. His friend had finished, but was too spent, to pull out. They lay there, panting for what seemed like ages, when finally Chad rolled off and lay on his back. His hands were on his chest, as Jordan managed to glance over. The glazed look in Chad’s eyes, the constricted face as he tried to regain his composure, only added to his feeling of satisfaction.

    Chad turned his head, and stared at Jordan.

    ‘Remind me again, who won the bet?’

    Jordan let his hand rest on the heaving chest, as he answered, ‘I Did’.


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  • The Towpath

    The towpath is dark. I walk steadily knowing exactly where I’m heading, blending into the blackness. The bushes are rustling slightly, and as my eyes adjust to the darkness I can make out the occasional silhouette and the glow of a cigarette in the dark

    My hand slides down my chest to my crotch. What I feel there is hard, stiff, insistent. My cock is aching, and I need to come again. My balls ache. I’ve got to come again, it’s like I’m just filled with juice tonight. My cock’s dripping with pre-cum, not dripping, pouring out of me.

    I back up against the brick wall behind me, in plain sight between some trees and bushes. I’m still just visible from the path, the light from across the river twinkles through the trees just catching my white vest. My face is in shadow though, and my big chest, and big arms, is apparent underneath my leather jacket. Powerful legs, too in tight blue jeans.

    I rub my own stiff dick, impatience filling me. My cock throbs, my balls ache. Where are they? A couple of guys walk by, not that interesting. I shift position slightly so the light catches my bulging basket. It’s clear from the light and shadow that I have a big cock.

    And I do have a big cock.

    A man walks by in the shadows, the dappled light catching him as he walks. Muscular frame, fit looking. He looks over to me as he walks by. I catch a glimpse of a square jaw as he does. He pauses slightly, and I catch a faint smile. He swaggers on down the path. He’ll be back, they all come back for a second look.

    He walks back a few minutes later, and now, in the moonlight, I see him clearly for the first time. And what a sight he is — shorter than me, shaved head, rough looking, T-shirt and jeans revealing powerful arms and legs.

    He stops in front of me, and we stare at each other. His face is open and excited, showing no trace of uncertainty or fear. After a quick look around, he walks up to me.

    We both know why we’re here, and together we embrace in the darkness, welcoming its anonymity. Animal lust rises in us, claiming us furiously, pure, physical, male. No words are necessary.

    I stroke my massive shaft through my jeans, and the man drops to his knees. He buries his face between my legs, and I hear him inhale deeply. I know the strong scent of denim and musk is filling his nostrils. Feeling the rough stubble on his head and cheeks, I hold his head in place.

    But I know he’s exactly where he wants to be, and isn’t going anywhere.

    Reaching down with my other hand to unbutton my jeans, I’m greeted with a grunt. Like an animal, the man pushes my hand away, and he lunges forward and plants his mouth on the bulge that marks my huge cock. With steady pressure he pulls and grabs the top of my fly with his teeth, and I feel each button coming loose with delicious anticipation. The tight fabric gives way, Exhaling strongly, his hot breath on me, makes me even more excited and aroused, if that were possible.

    With one hand the man pulls my dick out through the open fly of my jeans, and the night air greets it with desire.

    Then he sucks my cock.

    His warm, soft mouth engulfs my knob and sends shivers of pleasure all through my body, like the ripples on the water in front of us. It feels so fucking good I can hardly believe it. What if someone else comes along the towpath? Nothing else matters right now, I don’t care about anything. Being seen, being caught, is nothing. I take a hit from the poppers, and my head explodes.

    My whole world, for this moment, is just the hot man kneeling in front of me, and the amazing cock sucking he’s giving me.

    He takes my tool in and out of his mouth, slurping and salivating all over it. He is obviously experienced, his lips and tongue are so talented. I hold the poppers against his nose, and he inhales deeply, and then again. I know when they have hit as he pushes deeper and takes all nine inches into his mouth. He gags slightly as my cockhead reaches his throat.

    Fuck, I love that sound, it makes me even harder.

    The bursts of pleasure are growing sharp and intense, but I’m not going to shoot so easily. Now that I have him, I’m not going to let this dirty fucker go soon. Pulling away, my cock slips out of his mouth. He lets out a whimper.

    I pull my jeans down to my knees and turn around. I shove my arse backwards, and he knows just what to do. The man puts his face in my arse and I feel his mouth opening and closing, massaging and caressing, licking the crack. Pushing back harder, I know what he wants, and I reach behind me and pull my arse cheeks apart, exposing my hairy hole to him. I feel his tongue sliding up and down, slick and firm and anxious. He rims me good, mouthing and licking my arsehole. It feels incredible – no matter how many times I get rimmed I still adore the sensation. Perfectly fantastically wonderfully erotic.

    I bring one hand back and wank myself a few times. My massive shaft is being energized, and it twitches and drips as if the feeling of being rimmed actually makes my cock grow even harder if that’s possible. I feel full and powerful and ready to explode.

    Poppers, more poppers.

    But again I hold back. I can’t shoot yet. This guy is too fucking horny to give up so soon. Now it’s my turn, I pull his tee shirt over his head, and pull him up His chest is broad and defined, with a thick covering of blond hair, and it is obvious that he goes to the gym. His nipples are the size of coins and stick out like bullets, only just visible under the chest hair. I let the palms of my hands run over the stud’s chest. He shivers slightly and his nipples harden. He moans lowly

    I lower his jeans, and my jaw drops. Fucking hell this man is hung! Even semi-hard he is about 8 inches. His cock curves to the left and he has a fat low hanging sack. I slowly knead the stud’s big nuts.

    I run my fingers up and down his broad chest, over his tits and nipples, and across his rippled stomach, and then lower his jeans down to his ankles. I stroke his throbbing dick and knead his fat balls for a few minutes all the while watching as he writhes and twists. Then, without warning, I insert my thick middle finger between his sweaty arse cheeks and into his tightly clenched hole and begin to probe.

    He goes wild.

    He moans louder, and curses, and begs for more and begs me to stop at the same time. His moaning turns to outright groans of pleasure.

    Then I sink to my knees, and suck his cock.

    I take a hit from the poppers, and my head explodes again. Opening my mouth wide, the horny fucker groans with pleasure as he shoves his huge cock between my lips. He does just what I want him to, pushing deep into my mouth as I swallow his massive cock. It’s slightly longer than mine, and almost as thick.

    He pushes his tool in and out of my mouth, as I kneel in front of him, slurping and salivating all over it

    It feels so fucking good, so right.

    I pass the poppers up to him, and he holds them against his nose, and he inhales deeply, and then again. I know they have hit when he puts both hands behind my head, pulls me forward, and pushes deep, forcing all nine and a half inches of rock hard cock into my mouth. I gag as his massive cock head reaches my throat.

    My whole world, for this moment, is just the hot man standing in front of me, and the massive cock he’s feeding me Nothing else matters, I don’t care about anything else. Being seen is nothing.

    I only notice we have an audience when he turns my head slightly. One look from the muscle stud is enough to make it clear they can watch but not touch. This is pure carnal animal lust driven man sex

    The bursts of pleasure are growing sharper and more intense now, but I’m still not going to shoot. Pulling away, his cock slips out of my mouth. He lets out a whimpering sound. I scramble to my feet, grabbing him by the shoulders, I push him down so he’s kneeling in front of me again. I back against the wall to brace myself, pulling him with me. Now my massive shaft is at his lips, dying to be inside him, and he obediently bends forward.

    Opening his mouth wide, the horny stud groans as I shove my cock between his lips again. He does just what I want him to, slurp and slobber, getting my huge prick wet and slippery. No time for subtlety. I shove my cock into him, all at once, knowing the shock to his system I’m causing and getting off on it. He gags but doesn’t try to get away. He takes it like a man, this big muscled stud

    I face-fuck him hard and fast, shoving myself in and out of his sweet mouth. Trying to be quiet doesn’t work, and I hear animalistic grunts and growls coming out of my mouth, keeping pace with the rhythm of my fucking. The cock sucker brings one of his hands up into his crotch, and I know he is jerking himself off while I screw him. He loves it, bobbing down on me as if he wants even more of my cock down his throat.

    If there is more to give, I give it to him. Thrusting, taking, fucking, my balls bounce against his chin, and I know he is ready to come. Tremors move through his body, and his excitement drives me to push even harder, to ram even faster. He lets out a muffled groan of pure animal ecstasy, an almost primeval moan from deep within him, and I know he is shooting his load. I don’t just know, I feel it, the spunk is flooding out of the man like he’s pissing cum. It’s incredible jet after jet of hot white juice, hitting everywhere, his chest and stomach, my thighs. Shooting as far as his chin, and my bollocks tight against his lips.

    Then my own orgasm explodes inside me.

    Fantastic pleasure courses through my body, like electrical current through a live wire. It is an incredible moment, a state of absolute intensity, devastating in its power. It ends as quickly as it came, and my cock empties its load of spunk deep into his throat, and fills his mouth as well. He can’t hold it all in, and my cum drips down his chin to mix with his own on his chest.

    I grab the cock sucker’s head and yank him up to his feet. His lust-filled eyes are wide and watering in anticipation and desire. I kiss him, hard and rough, and he moans. As we kiss, he passes my own cum back to me. I love the taste of man juice

    He yanks his jeans up and faces me, then kisses me again. I touch his chest with one hand, softly feeling the sticky white juices matting in his chest hair.

    I pull my own jeans up and fasten my belt, breathing a sigh of relief. My massive shaft has been satisfied temporarily.

    But then his hand slides down my chest to my crotch. My cock is still hard, stiff, demanding and I will need to come again soon. My balls ache. I’ve got to come again, it’s like I’m just filled with juice tonight. He kisses me again, and pulls my hand down to the bulge that marks his huge cock.

    Then he throws his tee shirt over one shoulder, and leads me towards the path.


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  • The Cure

    I came to slowly, the flashing colored lights taking their time to form in my consciousness. Whatever Tony had spiked my drink with was slow to let loose of me. I was lying on a bed. I tried to rise, but my hands were cuffed together above me and my legs were cuffed as well to the lower corners of the bed. But the bonds were loose there. I could raise my legs as I wanted, but I couldn’t rise from the bed. I was going to scream, but my mouth was gagged.

    Tony was sitting on my belly, flashing a sharp knife before my eyes. As I watched, he slowly slit the buttons off my shirt and then shredded my shirt. I could feel the cold steel of the dull side of the blade moving between my body and my shirt as it was ripped away from me. Tony was smiling an evil smile. Once the shirt was torn away, his face dropped to my chest and he sucked and bit at my nipples until they ached. I arched my back and struggled as best I could, but I couldn’t escape his lips and teeth.

    He moved to below my buttocks and licked and bit his way down my abs and to my lower belly, paying particular attention to teething the rim of my navel. I screamed into my gag, but no one would be able to hear me not even Tony.

    He unbuckled my belt and pulled it through the loops. Then he flicked the leather end of the belt against my arms, chest, belly and thighs, only enough to inflict short, sharp flashes of pain, not enough to break the skin or to leave welts. Then he looped the belt around my neck, making it ready for who knew what.

    Tony was naked. The red, blue, green, and yellow strobe lights danced across his well-muscled torso, picking out an array of tattoos going down just one side of his body. He rose up on his knees below me, and I saw that his huge cock was already half erect. His eyes were slitted in pleasure.

    The knife went to work on my pants, which Tony shredded and pulled away from my body. The knife slit through the strings of my thong briefs, and then I was naked as well. Naked and open to anything Tony desired.

    He moved down on the bed below me and I felt his mouth go over my shaft. Most alarming, however, was that he had laid the knife on my belly, the cool side of the blade a constant reminder of danger. His mouth pushed my foreskin to below the helmet of my dick, and Tony sucked hard. His tongue went to my piss slit and he flicked it before trying to work his tongue into the slit. I writhed in combined pain and pleasure below him. His teeth encased my shaft and slid down toward the root and then applied pressure until I wanted to scream in fear and anticipation. His mouth went to my balls, which he sucked hard and nipped and pulled away from my body with his teeth. I writhed some more for him. Then his mouth went back to my cock and he pumped my shaft with his mouth for several minutes, always keeping me on edge as to whether he was going to take a big bite. At last, the tension got to me, and I jacked off down his throat.

    He quickly moved up my body, picking up the knife as he ascended. He jerked the gag off and gave me a deep kiss, mixing our saliva and my warm sperm. He took my tongue between his teeth, and I thought for an instant that he would try to bite through that.

    But then he disengaged from the kiss and brought the blade of the knife up to the side of my neck, poised against a throbbing artery. He spoke in a low, menacing voice. ‘Attempt to scream or even to talk or to do anything funny with my dick in your mouth, and I’ll cut you so deep you’ll bleed out.’

    I took him seriously. He was kneeling above my chest, his half-hard rod hovering over my face.

    ‘Get it hard,’ was all he said as he grabbed the end of my belt with his free hand and pulled my mouth up to the helmet of his dick with it. To keep from choking, I raised my head farther, taking his cock into my mouth. I gave him head, as good as I could, and he panted and moaned above me, getting hard fairly quickly.

    When it seemed like he might be ready to cum, he pulled out of my mouth. He let loose of the belt, letting my head drop back on the mattress. He replaced my gag and then moved down below me again. His mouth and teeth went to my asshole, and he was pumping my cock again with one of his hands and digging the nails of his other hand in the tender back of one of my thighs.

    After rimming me for a few minutes, he came back up on his knees and showed me both the knife and a small bottle of lubricant. He poured lubricant over the blade of the knife, and on his dick as well, and then he moved the knife slowly down between my legs. I was struggling for all of my might, trying to escape the thrust of the blade up my ass canal, but when something entered me, it was rounded, not sharp. Tony laughed and held up a long and thick dildo, with knobs and suction cup-like appendages running along the shaft, to show me that this is what was assaulting my asshole, not the knife.

    I felt the head of the dildo at my asshole again. Tony rotated it around and around, moving it ever deeper, until it was past my sphincter. Then he just steadily pushed it in to the hilt. I screamed into the gag in pain, mixed with waves of desire, and twisted my body around while he was impaling me, which probably only helped send the dildo deeper. The novelties running around the shaft were driving me wild with mixed pain and pleasure. But the pleasure started to overshadow the pain so much so that by the time Tony replaced the dildo with his own longer and thicker dick, I was meeting him thrust for thrust.

    He took both of my calves in his hands and wishboned my legs up and out. He then rolled his pelvis up on mine so that I was fully open to his plunging cock. I set my eyes on the ceiling and watched the strobing colored lights play, while I listened to the sounds of the bouncing bed springs and of the skin of a shaft sliding in and out of the skin of an ass passage. I wanted the gag off. I wanted to tell Tony how much I was enjoying the fuck, that I wanted him to dig deeper and deeper. I couldn’t tell Tony that, but I could tell that he didn’t need to be told. He was rotating his hips and alternating short strokes and long plunges in a mad frenzy of plowing above me. His dreadlocks were flying around his head and his chest and arm tattoos seemed alive in their undulating movements in the strobing lights. His nipples were erect and prominent and his washboard stomach muscles were tensing and puffing out with the heavy breathing of his ecstasy. He was beauty in motion in his dance of fearsome fuck, and I was proud now to be the instrument of his mayhem.

    He was no more beautiful than at the point of his strong, three-gushes of ejaculation deep inside me. I was almost at the point of coming again myself, and Tony took care of pumping me off in a fountain of sperm between our bellies before he collapsed his sweating torso on mine. He ripped my gag off, and we went into a long, tender kiss.

    After several minutes, as I felt his dick softening within me, I spoke. ‘That was great, Tony. I feel truly fucked. The doctor was right that bondage and the sense of danger was a way to cure our inhibitions. Now you. Release me, and now I’ll do you. Quickly now. I still feel horny as hell.’


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  • Balcony Jerk Off

    He looked out over his balcony to watch the parade of people passing by. They always were passing by, it seemed. Shawn was just 22, had lived in this tiny little complex for over 3 years, and still didn’t know anyone in the building, let alone elsewhere. He tried, he really did but his nights were spent alone, watching the tube or some twink video.

    It wasn’t that he was ugly either, least he didn’t think so. He wore his hair short, sort of. It didn’t hang down but it was neatly trimmed, sandy brown colored, without the other stuff some liked. No streaks, no highlights, just his natural hair color. He was slender, a typical twink he thought. Okay his ribs didn’t show when he had his shirt off, but it wasn’t like he packed a lot of weight or muscle. Dripping wet, he might hit the scales at about 135 pounds, which wasn’t bad for a guy who was 5′ 10.

    Yet he never seemed to connect. It was becoming a bit rough. After all how many nights could he spend, just whacking off to some nameless person boinking another on just one more porn flick? He watched a lot of porn, these days, because he was horny.

    Standing out on the balcony, he would spot some hot guy, one that would give him an instant hard on, but rarely did he manage to make eye contact. If he did, they seemed to just stare straight through him, like he didn’t exist. Shawn didn’t understand it, because he knew inside that they could never get a better fuck, than him. He really believed that sex with him would make a person not want sex with anyone else, even if they experienced thousands of others.

    Okay, yes it was a bit conceited, but to him, it was merely stating a fact. After all he was who he was. He had the looks, the talent, and the dick to go with it all. Still, even the few he had managed to pick up in the local bars, never seemed to call him back. It amazed him, but he thought that most likely they were jealous of him. They more than likely didn’t think they could stand having a second round of sex with him, because it was like drugs. The more they tasted, the harder it would be for them to move on to someone else.

    Problem was, he liked the taste of a cock in his mouth, or the way it felt when his was in someone else’s mouth, or up their ass. He liked that feeling, that sensation. He knew he wasn’t the ideal date, maybe even a bit demanding but shit, he knew what he liked, and how to get it done. Didn’t that count?

    Obviously it didn’t, because once more he had struck out at the bar. Here he was, a Saturday morning, leaning out over his balcony railing, trying to pick out some hot stud, to think about, while whacking off. The latest porn video he had played till 3am hadn’t really done much, so he was once more forced to try and come up with some other fantasy.

    What seemed to be working the best, was to stand out here, and find some guy down below. To just stand there, watching him walk or lay out on the grass across the street. The beach wasn’t far off either, you could see the sand and water, which helped. Most of those he would fix his gaze on where scantily clad, which certainly made it easier for his mind to dream about. He could see their chests, their legs, and he had pretty good eyesight too.

    If that wasn’t good enough, he always could snatch up the pair of binoculars he had, and use them. Shawn would pretend he was looking out over the ocean, but would now and then quickly zoom in to get a better look at their package. Rarely could they tell, and so what if they did notice? Not like they could get into his complex, or even know which was his apartment.

    The trick was to not get noticed though. He had put up some of that plastic siding on either side of the balcony, insuring his neighbours couldn’t see in, and the overhang from above had that area covered. It was all rather a nice little set up, so that while most who looked up, could see him peering down, they had no idea that he was only wearing a pair of white undies.

    Most hang out, shirtless, and that was all they could see. It gave him the security he wanted, because the goal wasn’t to just stand there and think about what he’d do to those he paid attention to, but was to also relieve the pent up tension inside. For the time, he kept his undies on, though the idea of just standing out there, naked and stroking his cock was appealing. Shawn just didn’t have the guts to go quite that far, at least not yet. It had taken him a bit to just go out of his one room apartment in his underwear, but he was glad he had.

    To stand out there, then run inside and jerk off, was too hard. He would forget the details he had seen, and it just never satisfied him well enough. Many times he would spot some stud, think about him, then rush inside to strip off his pants, and start to jerk off. Problem was, by the time he got his pants down, his mind had forgotten most of what had gotten his attention in the first place.

    Now he had come up with this plan. Instead of wearing his clothes, he would go out in his underwear. The white jockey shorts worked out best, as they had the best fit to his slender body. While he could get his hand inside, they gave him enough resistance to make it interesting. It added to the sensations, which was why he wore them for these little jaunts outside.

    He loved the thrill of it as well. To be standing out there, in full view of everyone, and be jerking himself off made it seem all the more enjoyable. Course deep down he wasn’t thrilled, but what else could he do? No one really seemed interested in being with him for more than one night. It was their loss, because while he wasn’t hung like a horse, he thought he was more than average, both in length and size. Still that didn’t seem enough for those who he had managed to get home.

    Hell one guy had woken up next to him, looked at him and rushed to the john, where he puked. Then white faced he came out, grabbed his clothes and left, even before fulling putting them on. He never understood that, and he knew that when he walked into the local bars, people talked about him. Shawn wasn’t sure if it was envy or what, but he knew that wherever he went, people would talk about him.

    Shrugging, he pushed those thoughts aside. All he knew was that dates were getting harder, which was also why he was thinking of moving elsewhere. Maybe Florida, but hurricanes sort of kept him from actually pursuing the thought. Instead he glanced over the railing, watching the milling people along the walkway. It was not that busy so far, as he stared at a few possible prospects. They certainly weren’t the cream, but hell, a few were rather interesting.

    As he stared down, his eye caught the glimpse of golden skin, with bleached blonde hair off in the distance. He turned his gaze as he saw a rather tall young man come skateboarding down the pathway. He had no shirt on, but had something tied around his waist. Shawn hated that, because it really forced him to think more, as the view was hidden. He wished those skate board freaks would also wear some tighter pants. Every time they would come streaking by, all you could really see was the smallest of details.

    He followed the moving figure as it stopped just opposite him. Licking his lips, he stared as the tall young man kicked the skate board up and walked off the pathway, towards the beach. He stopped about halfway, and set the board down. He then untied what was around his waist, laying it out on the grass. Shawn felt himself getting excited, as he realized the guy was going to lay out in the sun. It could be interesting, he thought, as he stared at the figure.

    Looking at him, he decided to call him Sam. One more of his little tricks. He would name the object of his day’s attention. He thought it helped to make things more personable. So Sam was what he decided to call this blonde. Looking at him, he saw he wore the usual baggy shorts, but as he looked on in disgust, he noticed ‘Sam’ push the shorts down. Quickly he got his binoculars out, to get a better look.

    He watched as the baggy shorts were pushed down and laid next to the skateboard. Sam was wearing a pair of tight fitting blue shorts. More like the old style gym shorts that they used to use in PE classes in schools. Licking his lips again, Shawn zoomed in on Sam’s rear end. Two perfectly shaped orbs were nicely outlined by the tight fitting shorts.

    ‘BINGO’ he thought, as he felt his cock growing inside his own shorts. He had found his mark for the day, as he leaned on the railing, his binoculars aimed right at Sam. He saw the legs, the way the calve muscles jutted out, and he could tell that this guy was built. The ridges along his back were clearly defined too, but it was those two perfect shaped cheeks that made him reach down, adjusting his boner.

    He could feel the sweat beginning to bead up on his forehead as he watched Sam. There was no mistaking what he was going to do, and now his only hope was that Sam would like to tan his front side first. It would certainly make his fun more enjoyable, and watching, he felt himself suck in his breathe. Sam was definitely going to lay on his back, and best of all, his head would be towards him.

    That was by the far the best position. It gave Shawn the best viewing of the prone body. His hand was prodding his hard cock, as he watched him sit down, his back to him. He still hadn’t seen his front yet, but that was coming. He was certain of it, as his hand pulled at the stiff cock in his underwear. He could feel the heat from his dick, and already he could feel the pre cum beginning to ooze outwards. He wanted to reach inside, but held off, waiting for when his Sam would lean back. Right now he just enjoyed watching him smear sun tan lotion over his arms and legs.

    If only he could be the one doing that, he thought, as he pushed and poked at his hard cock. For a moment or two, he thought about going inside, donning some shorts and heading down, to stretch out next to Sam, but he just couldn’t pull himself away from watching. Sam leaned back, staring out at the beach and ocean. He had finished putting the lotion on, or so it seemed, but he wasn’t lying down.

    He hated teases, but he felt his hand pulling at his dick. It was rock hard inside the shorts, tenting them but he liked the feel of his hand as it pushed at his erection. His eyes narrowed as he peered through the binoculars. He sighed, as finally Sam leaned back. He wore a pair of dark sunglasses, so Shawn couldn’t see his eyes. Didn’t really matter, because it was what was between his legs that he really wanted to focus on.

    Moving down, he saw the pecs, the firm nipples too. He was very glad that he had paid the extra $50 for these binoculars. They showed such detail, when zoomed in. It was perfect, as he held them up close with one hand. His other moved up from his crotch, rubbing his belly. He felt the paunch shake and move to his touch, and briefly thought that he needed to cut back on is beer intake. He was getting a belly.

    Sam on the other hand, looked rock hard around the belly. It looked firm, and for a brief moment or two, Shawn thought he could actually see the ripples from his muscles. It made him send his other hand downwards, to work its way under the waistband. He felt his own fingers reaching down, to touch is own throbbing pole, just as he moved the binoculars downwards to check out Sam’s crotch.

    Shawn felt himself suck in his breath, bit his lower lip as he saw the bulge. There was no doubt, Sam was sporting an erection, and the tell tale tenting of the blue shorts confirmed it to him. He felt his own hand reach around the base of his cock, grabbing it tightly as he stared at the shimmering image.

    His eyes began to mist up, and he let the binoculars drop down. Wiping his eyes, he stared out at the prone body of his Sam. It was amazing, at how the legs moved apart. Shawn felt his hand pulling on his throbbing pole. He moaned a little, as he stared down, ignoring everything else. His mind had found its mark, and he felt the power in his hand, as it began to slowly pull up on his shaft, twisting his cock, and then reaching up around his swollen cock head. He felt the sticky pre cum on the palm of his hand, as it swept over his head. The cock seemed to jerk a little, as he began to twist his hand around the head, then slide it back down his fully erect cock. His pre cum was helping him lubricate the cock as he just stared. The throbbing was becoming all consuming. He could hear it, in his ears, as he pulled his hand out and spat on his fingers.

    Quickly he smeared his spit over his cock, feeling it jerk and tremble. He picked up the binoculars with his other hand, as he leaned over the railing, peering at Sam. His lips were dry, and his heart was pounding as he let the binoculars focus on that bulge. It was bigger now, which made him grunt a little, in complete satisfaction. His hand was beginning to stroke his cock a bit faster too, as he kept the binoculars focused on Sam’s bulging groin.

    He could even see the small tuft of hairs along his belly, just under his belly button. It was leading right to what was making those shorts tent so much, which made Shawn moan a bit louder. What he wouldn’t give to follow that little treasure trail he thought, as he began to stiffen. His legs were growing taut, and he adjusted his stance. Feeling the ache in his body, his hand was moving a lot quicker now. The calves on the back of his legs grew taut, as his body was absorbed by the vision of Sam. The way he lay there, his legs spread apart, his hands off to either side. His head was tilted back, and he could see the crotch perfectly, thanks to his binoculars.

    The hand was moving quicker now, as he began to pant a little. The vision of Sam was staring at him, as he thought about how he’d like to ram his cock up between those two perfect cheeks. How he’d like to be sitting on Sam’s well defined chest, and feed him his cock. To let his lips wrap around his hard shaft, and stuff it down Sam’s throat. It would be the perfect suck job, he thought, as he felt his balls slinging upwards. He felt them pushing up as he stared at that bulge.

    It would be perfect, to sit on his chest. To feed that mouth his meat, to push it past the teeth, to stuff deep into his throat. HE could feel Sam’s tongue too, as it would lick at him, taste him, but he wouldn’t cum in his mouth. No, Sam was the type you would not waste your cum in the mouth. He would flip him over, spread his cheeks, maybe even poke him a bit with one or two of his fingers, to just make sure it didn’t hurt too much when he would ram his cock in.

    There wouldn’t be any need for condoms either, because Sam would be the one to stay, to never leave. He would never go to another, he would be Shawn’s bitch for as long as Shawn wanted. That was how it would be, as Shawn felt his body quiver. He knew that it would be too, as he pulled on his cock. He knew that Sam would be tight too, that the first press of his cock up against Sam’s hole would make him beg Shawn to not do it, though he would really want him too.

    Shawn knew he wouldn’t disappoint him either. He would hesitate just a second, to tease Sam, to let him think he wouldn’t ram his cock in, but then he would push. With every ounce of his strength, he would push his hips forward, sending his cock in like a missile. He would hear Sam cry out, hear him scream even, as he took Shawn’s throbbing cock deep inside. He would fuck him hard too, not letting up. He would pound that ass, until the screams became nothing but moans.

    As he visualized the moment, when his cock would be ready to cum, to let its seed out deep inside of Sam’s ass, he felt his own body shake. The trembling motion made him whimper, as his hand was a blur inside his shorts. He could feel it rear back, feel it as the whole cock jerked backwards, then came rushing forwards, between his grip. He felt the hot milk come flooding out, felt the blood that had rushed down to his groin. His arms ached, his legs were cramping up as his body quivered and jerked.

    His cum was flowing through his fingers, and he let the binoculars down onto the railing, as he felt himself shudder. He bit his lower lip again, tasting the sweetness of his own blood, as he came. It was still making him tremble, as the last drop dribbled out, and he rubbed his cum all over his crotch. He leaned backwards, sighing a little as he let his body slowly recover. His eyes had closed in those last seconds, and as he opened them, the sun made him squint. It took him a few minutes to see, and realize where he was.

    His head had tilted back, but he slowly let it move forward, to once more seek out and find his Sam. Slowly he found the spot, and stared down. His eyes widened as he saw his Sam, no longer laying prone. Instead he was sitting up, twisted to stare up and over at Shawn. He stepped back, out of sight, as he tried to let himself calm down. He smiled, thinking more of getting dressed and heading down. He leaned back forward, to see Sam had disappeared. He felt disappointed, but then reached back down, to feel the dried cum on his underwear. It didn’t matter, he thought, as he headed back into his apartment. There would be others.


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  • Fixing A Broken Heart

    I woke up in the arms of my brother, still feeling a little unbelieving. It felt warm and secured in his embrace. Here is the place that I know I would always be coming back to, rain or shine. He had given it to me, and God forbid, it be taken away from me. There was a certain amount of bliss that made me rethink its reality; it was the kind of bliss that I only get from dreaming, but no dream certainly ever amounted to the one I’m having right now. I felt protected from any storm. I felt invincible. All because I know my brother would always be around. I don’t even want to bring myself into thinking that he would one day leave me. I’m scared, yes, but I have always tried to be the kind of guy who thinks of the present first before the future.

    The change in Brian’s breathing told me of his return from dreamland. After taking a couple of deep breaths, he squeezed me into himself and then tried to disentangle himself from me and was about to stand up. I wonder how he could just wake up, take a few deep breaths, and then stand up, while I would be lethargic well after my shower. He didn’t get to stand up though, because I held on to him. I didn’t want things to end just yet, and I let him know by hugging him tighter.

    ‘Z, bro, I need to go to the bathroom,’ he said, but he hugged me back anyway. Yep, no doubt about it. My brother loves me as much as I love him.

    ‘Can’t you hold it? Just a little more while?’ I pleaded looking up at his face.

    He looked at me silently and then closed his eyes again. He wrapped his arms around me as he had while we slept, and wrapped his legs around me too as if I were a pillow. I giggled slightly, expressing the giddiness going all through me.

    ‘Ok,’ he whispered, ‘Just a little while more.’

    I think I would have come back to sleep had not my brother kept on squeezing me once in a while. It had been a long time since we had done this. The last time I slept with him was two years ago, I think. I guess when you grow older and meet new friends you tend to drift away from your older brother’s shadow. But I missed it. And the fact we’re older now and it doesn’t bother him made me glad and kind of hopeful that we could still do this again.

    There were lots of questions swimming in my mind. I wanted to confirm his answers. I wanted to hear from his mouth again what he said last night, but I was afraid that if I asked, things would suddenly change. That he would realize being gay wasn’t just a part of the nothing that he said would separate us. I was scared. But I have to hear it again. Now. Later. Tomorrow. I have to know if he wasn’t sick of me, his gay brother. I have to know if he wasn’t just… feeling sorry for me.

    ‘Kuya… do you really mean what you said last night?’

    I have always been the kind of guy to be in control over my mouth. I don’t just talk. I think first and then I talk. It might sound like I’m kind of slow to respond, but no, I talk back just as fast as a smart ass would. I guess when you’re used to it, you can juggle things in your mind in only a matter of nanoseconds. But not this time. I lost control of my tongue to desperation. It was too late to take it back. It was too late to do things over again if my brother decides to change his opinion about me.

    ‘Look at me, Zack,’ he said, unwrapping his arms and cupping my face with his hands, not giving me any other choice. There was only love and care that I see. There was only acceptance. ‘I’m a bad liar, you know that. How come you’re asking me again?’

    Why am I asking again? Why do I need to hear again the words that he told me last night? What is the reason why I felt desperate to know what my brother thinks about me? ‘I’m scared.’

    Two words. But I saw in my brother’s eyes that he suddenly understood. He released my face and wrapped me in his embrace again. If I’m ever going to have a boyfriend, I want him to be like Brian, sensitive and caring. ‘I promise, Zack. I’ll always be here for you no matter what.’ I felt satisfied, and he seemed to know that I did. He sat up, got out of the bed, and made his way towards the bathroom.

    He was almost at the door when I called him. ‘Kuya?’ He turned to look at me with a puzzled expression. ‘Thanks.’ There were no words that I could come up to tell him except that. He smiled at me and went inside the bathroom. I hugged his blanket feeling a warm sensation grow inside me as I realized that no, I wasn’t dreaming. Everything was real.

    Brian went out of the bathroom with a wet face. He picked up his basketball shorts and tee shirt from the floor and wore them. ‘I’m going to go get us some breakfast,’ he said as he went out of the room. I got out of his bed and went to the bathroom to empty my bladder, then pick my clothes up from the floor to wear. I followed my brother to the kitchen where I saw him pouring orange juice in two glasses. There were eggs and pan de sals on the table, but we made them disappear in record time. Still feeling hungry, I made my way towards the fridge, where hopefully, there would be something to satisfy my rumbling stomach with. That was when I noticed something.

    ‘Kuya, look!’ Brian’s car keys were hanging on a magnet that held a note written by my mom. How could he not notice this earlier? Brian, Zack, We’re glad you’ve settled everything between yourselves. Still, both of you are grounded today. No friends coming over, prisoners. Clean the house. We trust you. Meet us for dinner at Pizza Hut Southmall, 6 pm. Mom. I couldn’t help it. I suddenly burst out laughing. ‘We trust you!’ I said in between laughs.

    Smacking the back of my head first, my brother reached for his keys and took the note. ‘Hey, she said you clean the house!’ he said. I rolled my eyes at him but then suddenly remembered something. I snatched the note from his hands and read it again. No friends coming over, prisoners. I sighed loudly and silently thanked my mom. I handed the note back to my brother and smiled at him. One more day. I could avoid the heartache of confrontation with Arvin for one more day. I know he would not be patient. He would be ringing the doorbell any minute now. And I just can’t… see him. I don’t want to. Brian just looked at me curiously, and I suddenly realized he didn’t know anything of what happened yesterday between Arvin and me. I inhaled deeply then exhaled. In my mind, I was imagining the sad feelings being expelled along with the carbon dioxide.

    I looked inside the fridge for something to eat and saw the graham cake. Sweet. There were two trays of them. Actually, there were a lot of other stuffs inside the fridge but the me that always craved for sweets immediately saw the cakes. I took one tray out and set it on the kitchen table. If there were something about my mom that I would miss if ever I go somewhere, it would be her taking time to make this cake that I so loved. I just hoped that she would still be making grahams even after I tell them that I’m gay. Sighhh…

    My brother and I devoured half of the cake before finally admitting we couldn’t take anything in anymore. We put the graham back inside the fridge, cleared the table, and then washed everything in the sink. We plopped down on the sofas in the living room after cleaning up when the doorbell rang. My heart almost immediately leaped to my throat and my head snapped to look at the door though I know that whoever that was that rang the bell was still outside the gate waiting for someone to let him in.

    ‘We trust you,’ my brother said repeating my mom’s words in her note. He motioned for me to go see who’s at the gate but I was suddenly gripped with a feeling that made me stay where I was, frozen. I just looked at my brother with wide eyes, unable to say something. I was scared that it would be Arvin but how would I tell him that? How do I tell him that without saying anything of what happened between us yesterday?

    ‘Kuya, please, I can’t. If it’s Arvin please tell him what mom said. Please,’ I begged my brother, all the while hoping the anxiety doesn’t show in my eyes. There was confusion written all over his face but he stood up anyway and went out of the door to see who it was. One, two… thirty seconds passed and he still hasn’t returned. Each second was excruciatingly slow when you’re anxious and I walked to the door unable to control my curiosity anymore. I have to see him even from afar. I have to know he’s all right even though we weren’t meant to be… at the moment.

    I took a peek at whoever Brian was talking to outside the gate, and disappointment, even frustration covered me like a blanket. I didn’t realize I wanted to see Arvin so bad that seeing someone other than him almost… broke my heart again. It had been easier to avoid him because he wasn’t really here but I doubt I could if he suddenly shows up. I realized I couldn’t deny him anything. I… loved him that much that I would do anything he wants me to do and just shove all the heartbreak down my throat and forget it for a few minutes, hours.

    I went back inside, set myself on the floor, and just turned on the TV, not really watching anything. Brian was still outside with Sheila, his girlfriend. They were making out outside the gate when I took a peek. It felt weird seeing my brother in a liplock like that, but happy too, that someone could make him feel that way. She’s a nice girl and extremely hot, and unlike my brother’s former girlfriends, she’s alright with me hanging around them sometimes. I think the fact that we’re neighbors alone kept them together. I wouldn’t mind having her as my sister-in-law.

    Brian suddenly burst through the door with a wide grin. He let himself fall down the cozy sofa and just grabbed the remote from me, channel surfing, but it was clear his attention was at something at the ceiling. He had it hard for her, I see. Looking at his face, I just couldn’t resist taking a shot. ‘What? Done with your quickie already?’ He threw me the remote and sat up looking at me but just unable to wipe that grin on his face that I so envy right now. I went and sat next him leaning my body on him as I did. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and sighed dreamily. ‘Kuya, are you having sex with her yet?’ I asked. The arm around my shoulder suddenly locked around my neck. He rubbed his knuckles on my head and it just about made me laugh despite the pain he was causing. ‘Ok, ok… I won’t ask anymore. Hehe… do you think she would let me join you? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! STOP!!!’ He had jumped on me and tickled me wildly, and it felt good. To let go…as if I have any other choice. I just might piss myself if I don’t let the laughter out of my mouth. But it felt good, so good, to let go. He stopped eventually, feeling tired and I just laid there catching my breath.

    He looked at me and smirked. ‘I don’t know what you’re thinking, Zack. Why? Could you even get it up for her?’ He stood up laughing.

    I kicked his butt and muttered, ‘Cheap shot!’

    ‘I’m going to go take a shower.’

    ‘Riiiight… take a shower,’ I teased.

    The rest of the day passed by slowly. As my mom commanded, we cleaned the house as much as two teenage boys could. We had leftovers as lunch, then watched more TV. As seconds passed, my heart sank deeper and deeper. It was almost five o’clock but still no visit from Arvin. No call, either. It’s just sad, you know. I shouldn’t have counted on him to come here or even call me but I did. Somehow, I kept hoping that we could still be together. That I could still have him. But the truth is I have already lost him even before I realized it. I just don’t want to admit it to myself… yet. For now, I would try to settle into the idea that Max was just trying to keep him too busy to even pick up the phone and call me.

    Sighhh… Max. I can’t help but feel intrigued about him, you know. I never took the time to really get to know him especially when I saw he was taking Arvin away from me right under my nose. He wasn’t even being subtle! Like asking my best friend in my presence to go with him to the arcades and see a movie without even inviting me… I suppose I viewed him from the start as an enemy. He’s handsome, yeah. Your favorite jack off material. But to me, he was nothing more than a threat to my friendship and future relationship, if I dare hope so, with Arvin. He sure did live up to my presumptions. Our paths will cross again one day, mine and Max’s. And trust me, it won’t be anything other than ugly.

    I took another shower and dressed up to meet my parents at Pizza Hut. They’re probably too tired to cook, anyway. And being grounded for a day, to me, is a joke. Although today, it had come off as a blessing. On the way out of the house and into the car, I kept sighing. I just couldn’t shake off the sad feeling floating around me. I’m depressed more than I have ever been. I kept looking at the gate to see if someone would come ringing the bell and if it’s Arvin, I’ll apologize for yesterday. I don’t know really. I don’t know what to say to him but for now, ‘I’m sorry’ seems to be the best.

    And who am I fooling if I think my brother hadn’t caught on to my mood? I think he was just waiting to have me in a place where I can’t run from him, because the moment our house looked already like a dot and I have given up on seeing Arvin before the day ends, he asked me, ‘Aren’t you going to tell me what happened between you and Arvin yesterday?’ I just shook my head no at him. I want to tell him, I really do. But what if Arvin finds out I ratted on him being gay to my brother? He… He’ll probably leave me for good, I thought with a sniffle. That was when I felt Brian’s hand on my knee. I wiped the unshed tears from my eyes and turned to look at my brother. ‘If you ever changed your mind, I’m always here.’

    The rest of the trip to the mall was made in silence. I just stared straight ahead. I was afraid to think about anything because when I do, I know I’ll probably start thinking about Arvin. Everything comes back to him, you know. Just thinking of dinner made me think if he’s eating already and what he is eating. He’s… everywhere. And I just want to close my eyes and pretend that I don’t see him at all because it hurts. It hurts so much to think about him, to see him, and hear his voice. But I guess I’d rather hurt… than not be able to do all those things.

    Brian parked the car at the east side of the mall near the east entrance, door six to be exact. I found it funny when a few months ago, I entered the mall through this entrance and there was a large number six beside the entrance. There were six entrances in all. The main entrance was, of course, number one. The entrances were numbered counterclockwise. I guess some people do tend to get lost that’s why the mall administration thought of putting this large numbers by the entrances, or exits… whatever. But mall rat me? Never.

    I bought two sundae cones for my brother and me. I always buy one when I go to this stall near the mall entrance that the girl tending to it already knows my face. We walked towards Pizza Hut which was nearer to the main entrance. I kept looking around me, trying to see if I would recognize somebody. ‘What’s up?’ Brian asked.

    ‘I’m looking for…’ I looked at him in surprise. I was looking for… Arvin. I didn’t even realize it. I sighed and just shook my head, trying to clear it from the thoughts of… him. We finally arrived at the Hut and saw our parents already sitting. We joined them as a waiter set down the orders made by our parents on our table. They’ve taken the liberty to order for us, I see. It’s what we want anyway. ‘Hi,’ both Brian and I said. Our parents just grinned at us and then started to eat already.

    ‘So… how did the day go?’ my mom asked.

    ‘We cleaned the house, ate leftovers for lunch, and watched TV,’ Brian answered.

    ‘And we ate half of the graham for breakfast!’ I added and both Brian and I burst out laughing.

    My dad joined us saying, ‘I knew you would.’ Mom was smiling widely watching her three boys laughing and it just hurt me so much to think of how much it would hurt her when she learns I’m gay that I stopped laughing with Dad and Brian.

    ‘What’s the matter, Zack?’ my mom asked.

    ‘Uh… I’m sorry, Mom.’

    ‘That’s alright, now that you two are ok with each other. Just don’t leave any evidence again if you two decide to fight.’ I just smiled weakly at her and went back to eating. Would she say that to me again after I tell her I’m gay? That’s alright… I don’t want to hurt her and my dad but what do I do? I felt like I’m lying to them keeping this mask on my face leading them on to believe that I was something that I really wasn’t.

    Hell, I was wearing this mask for my own sake as much as my parents’. I wanted to be something other than this. I wanted to run away, to escape this reality that flung itself hard at me. How can I be so heartbroken over Arvin having a boyfriend other than me when I couldn’t even accept myself for what I am? How could others accept me when I haven’t even accepted myself fully? Brian accepted me. Father Jim accepted me. When would I accept me?

    I felt a squeeze on my thigh and I looked at Brian who was looking at me with a concerned expression. Was I that transparent? I smiled reassuringly at him before I took a drink and went back to eating. Sometimes, my mind just really couldn’t stop working and it has been depressing me a lot these days, thinking of all the bad things. What good things are there anyway? I felt another squeeze on my thigh and I smiled at Brian again, this time, gratefully.

    Who says there are no good things in life?


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  • Death On The Rhine

    Fritz and Clint Folsom were sitting on a banquette, teasing each other through the folds and openings of their clothes in the dimly lit club and listening to the fat lady sing. This wasn’t the Cologne leather club, Chains, where Fritz was the bouncer, though. As a reward for saving him twice from being fucked to death during that Rhine River cruise, Folsom had brought Fritz home with him for a week on the town in the Big Apple. The German had been like a little puppy dog…well, a St. Bernard, really…a St. Bernard in heat. He’d polished Folsom’s apples repeatedly since they’d returned to Clint’s New York apartment. And he practically had Folsom undressed and swinging on his prodigious dong right here in Francine’s, where the American had brought him to try to get some relief from nonstop screwing in the sack.

    Francine was the fat lady singing on stage. Francine and Folsom went way back to her early days, when she had to keep this club a secret. Now she was the toast of the Village. No one messed with Francine anymore.

    One of Clint’s favorite waiters wafted by in a tight little cocktail dress, blew the police detective a kiss on his way to another table and gave him that ‘just a minute, I’ll be right back, Hon,’ wave that he did. Folsom liked Reggie. He had a dick long enough to reach your tonsils, and the two sometimes went off into one of the club’s back rooms on nights he wasn’t too busy and the detective was bummed out from a particularly nasty homicide, and the sassy waiter would swab Folsom’s tonsils for him from the inside and make him forget about the job entirely.

    ‘So, who’s the hunk, sweetie?’ he rasped at Folsom in his Bette Davis voice when he came back by the table.

    Clint introduced him to Fritz, relieved at the release of pressure on his package, as Fritz offered a hand to Reggie and Reggie took her sweet time returning it.

    ‘Francine’s in rare form tonight,’ Folsom said to Reggie, as Reggie stared into Fritz’s blue eyes and did very suggestive things with the German’s beefy thumb. While Fritz and Reggie were exchanging meaningful looks, the detective took a look down on the stage. He’d seen this act of Francine’s before. She did it frequently. She came out decked out in bolts of shiny satin material and big pearls and sang her best Aretha Franklin impersonation, while two comely young men slowly unwound the material until she was down to just the pearls around her neck, two gigantic pearls hanging between her thighs and big black dick to take your breath away…and her act ended with ‘her’ doing both of the young men right there on stage at great length and with astonishing variety. All the time flashing the face of a beautiful woman and the cock of a horse. She was only half unraveled and two thirds of the way through ‘Respect’ when Folsom gave her his attention this evening.

    ‘You’ve been gone, Clint, my pet,’ Reggie murmured through pouty lips, ‘Or you would have known that Francine’s retired from the stage part. She’s only performing tonight because that bitch, Clarice, didn’t show up for her two spots. Francine’s doing this one and will repeat it later.’

    ‘Why’s she stopped performing?’ Clint asked. ‘She’s still in magnificent shape.’

    ‘She’s in mourning. Eddie and she have split. She says she can barely get it up anymore, let alone trot it out.’ Reggie leaned down into Fritz’s face with her own and gave him a big, sloppy kiss while Folsom absorbed this information of the breakup. She moved the German’s hand to the mound of her cocktail dress, letting Fritz know what was on offer.

    Folsom had always thought that Francine and Eddie were a mismatched pair…but he’d also always thought they’d be together until one or both of them got killed from indulging in their nefarious activities. Francine was a gigantic black queen given to opulence and sweeping gestures, and Eddie was an undersized…but well-decked out…blond street punk who would forever look like a twink and would steal your balls and have them pawned in ten minutes flat if you didn’t hang onto them when he was in the room. Together, they both had barely stayed on the unjailed edge of the law and just a few steps ahead of the competing neighborhood gangs for years. But as badly matched as they looked, Folsom always thought they were devoted to each other, that they’d kill for each other if they had to.

    Fritz brought Folsom back out of his thoughts by pawing him roughly and intimately and trying to pull the American up on his lap between the banquette and the table. Reggie was gone now, but the waiter had revved up Fritz’s engine and Clint was the one who was at hand…and well covered with hands.

    Folsom liked being pawed by Fritz, though, The German had those bouncer hands all over Clint while he inhaled the American’s lips with his. He had Folsom’s pants down close to his knees, and a big palm under his butt with a forefinger buried someplace Clint found real interesting. And he was lifting Folsom up and over toward his lap when the couple felt the presence of someone else standing by the table.

    ‘So, you decided to start without me?’

    Fritz and Clint both looked up, and both smiled sheepishly. The missing corner of the trio that had arrived here this evening had returned to the table. Ralf. Folsom’s beautiful blond Australian hunk from the Rhine River cruise.

    ‘Yah, yah,’ Fritz responded good-naturedly. ‘You vere gone so lange, ve had given up on you.’

    ‘It’s a long way to the men’s room,’ Ralf replied with a laugh. ‘Past some very interesting rooms and some pretty inviting tail.’

    ‘So, I guess you’re just too tired now and ready to go back to your hotel,’ Folsom said, teasing him.

    ‘Not a chance, Clint,’ he shot back. ‘You promised me a good time when my cruise ship returned to port, and I’m calling you on it. Besides, you still owe me for the mistaken identity.’

    Folsom conceded that Ralf was right. Clint had completely misjudged…actually, misidentified Ralf…back on the MS River God when that African potentate had almost finished the American detective off. Of course it was Ralf’s own fault. He hadn’t bothered to tell Folsom that the third of the trio of bartenders on that cruise, Pieter, was a spitting image of Ralf himself, down to similar tattoos high on their thighs. Ralf’s was a scorpion and Pieter’s a crab. It hadn’t been a coincidence that they were almost identical and were both bartenders on the River God cruises. They had originally joined the cruise company as a ‘twin’ sex act, but they hadn’t seen eye to eye on how slavishly to follow the lead of the men controlling the operation and had parted ways as an act. Ralf had kept some control over what he would do for the operation, while Pieter, along with the other bartender, Sven, had sold out entirely to the company. It had been Pieter, not Ralf, who had attacked and doubled Folsom with the African chief…and who had no trouble seeing the nosy American detective killed in the effort.

    Folsom had done what he could for Ralf when he discovered Ralf hadn’t turned on him. Ralf, of course, couldn’t work on the MS River God anymore. So, Folsom helped get him a bartender position on the Talbot cruise lines, headquartered here in New York and cruising mainly in the South Seas. But Ralf was in port now, and for this reason, as much as any other, the three friends, made that way from shared danger, were out on the town.

    With a sigh, Fritz suspended his efforts to get Clint onto his lap, and the American sank down into the banquette beside the German. Ralf slid in behind the table and very close beside Clint on the other side. They both had arms around Clint’s neck and hands working in tandem in his lap, and Folsom turned from one to the other to receive kisses from two very aggressive, insistent lovers. Their breath was hot on his neck, their hands were everywhere…he had no idea that four hands could be in some many places at one time…and they were hot and heating up.

    ‘What?’ Folsom asked. Ralf was whispering something in his ear, but he was speaking in such low tones and the music was so loud down on stage, marking the arrival of Francine’s special delight weapon, that Clint hadn’t heard what he’d said.

    ‘Fritz and I have been talking,’ he repeated. ‘We want to do you.’

    ‘No secret there…or problem,’ Clint said with a laugh. ‘You and Fritz have been doing me for weeks.’

    ‘I mean together. Both of us, together.’

    ‘You’re both doing me together right now,’ Clint said. What was it that Ralf meant, what he was trying to say without directly saying it, he wondered.

    ‘No, I mean do you, both of us. Together. You know, together. We saw you being done that way and we know you can take it. You were hot doing it. Together.’

    Oh.

    Folsom looked down on the stage. Francine already had one of the young guys mounted on her tool and she was just spinning him around and he was flopping back and forth, giving the bug-eyed audience a good show of being split in two. It was very convincing. It was very hot. Folsom was being aroused. Folsom was just about up for what Ralf and Fritz were asking.

    ‘Well, maybe later,’ he said. ‘We can go back to my apartment. And then we’ll see . . .’

    ‘Here,’ Fritz wheezed into one ear.

    ‘Now,’ Ralf breathed into the other ear.

    ‘Right here and now?’ Folsom asked, his jaw going slack. ‘Won’t Francine be pissed? The floor show is supposed to be down there, not up here.’

    ‘I talked to her backstage, before she came on,’ Ralf said. ‘She said we could use her dressing room. She’ll be a while. She hasn’t exhausted the first guy yet, and the second one looks like he has more stamina. And she says she won’t be back in the dressing room until after her second performance. We have a couple of hours.’

    Fritz was already fingering inside Folsom’s ass with a big fat finger and Ralf was fisting his cock, so he wasn’t being given a whole lot of decision room here.

    But at that moment, when Folsom was about to accede, he froze in place.

    Hernando Ramierez had just entered the club. The 220-pound, 6 foot 4, hunk of sultry Latin manhood going by the name of Hernando Ramierez, Flash to his friends, was here in the club. The new guy in Folsom’s NYPD division, Flash, who hadn’t been assigned to a specialty yet, but who wanted to be assigned to homicide, where Folsom worked, just as Folsom wanted him to be assigned to homicide. Folsom had had his suspicions about how Ramierez hung, and here he was in a transvestite club. Folsom didn’t know whether to hide under the table and let Fritz and Ralf make love to each other above him, hiding him from view, or to invite Flash to come over and lay on the table and let all three of them feast on him.

    Flash solved the dilemma himself by spying Folsom out and coming directly over and giving him a big, unconcerned smile and greeting him directly. So, Folsom guessed there was no question in Ramierez’s mind which why Folsom swung…and it didn’t seem to bother him. Good signs both. Very good signs.

    ‘Hi, Clint,’ he chirped and just stood there between the action on the stage and the suspended action in the trio’s banquette. ‘Hi, guys,’ he directed at Fritz and Ralf as well. They both perked up, instantly recognizing that another member of the all-stud team was in attendance. four really hot studs, for there was no doubt at all that Clint Folsom and friends were real hot studs.

    ‘Uh, hi, Hernan… Flash,’ Clint said. ‘What brings you here?’ How lame was that to ask, he immediately recognized. ‘Uh, what . . .’

    ‘I’m here on business,’ Flash said. ‘But relax. I have no problem being here. And I certainly have no problem with you being here. The club owner, Frank somebody, has been receiving death threats, and I’ve been sent over to check it out. Still don’t have my NYPD specialty assignment, so I’m getting all of the calls they can’t pigeonhole easily. I’ll have to find this Frank and . . .’

    ‘That’s Frank down there on stage,’ Folsom said, not entirely successfully covering a smile. ‘Here she’s know as Francine, though.’ At that moment Francine was playing gardener. She had her young man, still the first one, splayed out in front of her, holding his weight on his hands, palms down on the floor, and his legs spread up, back, and out, Francine holding him like a wheelbarrow and planting seed in his ass with her trowel.

    ‘Oh,’ Flash said and sat down on the banquette beside Ralf, a little confused still.

    All Folsom could think of at the moment was Eddie. He was such a hothead, Clint was thinking. He’d gotten himself in a heap of trouble now, though. He must have mouthed around, in his tiff with Francine, that he was going to do Francine in, which was just like the flamboyant little bugger. And now that had gotten back to the police, who had been expecting the gangs to put out a contract on Francine for years. They didn’t care what happened to Francine all that much, but everything was in a tenuous balance down here in the Village. Something like Francine getting rubbed out could light the whole neighborhood like a bonfire.

    ‘We were just going to take Clint back to Francine’s dressing room and fuck the stuffing out of him,’ Ralf said sweetly to Flash. ‘Would you like to come with us and wait for Francine there?’

    ‘Ummm. OK, sure,’ Flash said, not wavering a moment from Ralf’s Australian directness.

    Fifteen minutes later Folsom was stretched out on his belly on a makeup table stool in the middle of Francine’s dressing room. Ralf held the American’s arms in his hands and had his mouth going up and down on Clint’s cock as he crouched his hips under Folsom’s face. Fritz was standing between Folsom’s thighs, holding the American’s knees in his hands and stroking his cock in and out of Clint’s ass. Flash sat almost nervously on the edge of the divan nearby, but then he got comfortable enough to pull a very nice brown cock out of his pants and play with himself as he watched his fellow detective being plowed. The longer Folsom got plowed, the more comfortable and naked Flash got. Clint kept his eyes on the other detective as much as he could. Folsom wanted the hot Latino. And Folsom wanted the hot Latino to want him, so Folsom gave him a good performance with Ralf and Fritz.

    After a while Ralf motioned to Flash, and he stood and came over and stood at Clint’s head with the Australian, and South American and Australian cock met in all-American mouth while Folsom moaned for the German mining operation going on at the other pole.

    Then Fritz was pulling Clint away from his international conference and carrying him on his embedded cock over to the divan. Fritz laid down on his back, bringing Clint down with him. Fritz folded Clint’s legs up into his chest as he lay atop the German, Fritz’s cock still deep inside the American. Clint looked straight ahead, and a grinning Ralf was approaching him, stroking what he was about to feed into his American prey. Ralf liked to be a little rough and cruel, and Clint liked him to be that way. Ralf had the cap of his dick pressed at the rim of Clint’s hole above Fritz’s buried piece. And then Clint was gasping, and gulping, and panting as Ralf started working himself inside the American, gliding in his cock on top of Fritz’s. He grabbed Clint’s ankles and wishboned his legs widely, opening him as much as possible for the double penetration. Clint dug his fists into Ralf’s shoulders and kneaded them as Clint shuddered and lurched with each inch of depth the thick Australian achieved. Clint’s head lolled back and Flash was there in a . . . well, yes, in a flash . . . taking his fellow detective’s lips in his firm, hot Latin mouth. Clint had no idea the Latino would taste this sweet.

    Hernando kissed Clint deeply, lovingly, giving him comfort and assurance as Ralf’s cock relentless move up into Folsom’s passage on top of Fritz’s dormant, but very hard cock. Flash pulled his mouth off Folsom’s and kissed down his chest and belly and into his pubes. The Latino gave Folsom sweet and gentle head, as Ralf and Fritz huffed and puffed, doing all they could to bottom out inside their shared lover together. Then Flash was throwing his leg over Folsom as the American detective lay on top of Fritz on the divan and kissing Ralf now and presenting his cock for Clint’s attention, which he happily gave it.

    Flash and Clint were 69ing when Ralf and Fritz bottomed and started to counter stroke inside Folsom. All four hot and bothered and intense in their intimately shared fuck.

    It was all too exciting for Ralf and Fritz. They both came quickly, crying out and twitching and then sighing almost in unison as their cum mingled inside Clint. They pulled out of Folsom and kissed each other in their new-found intimacy. Flash and his detective counterpart weren’t done yet, though. They had barely started. All the time they were 69ing, Folsom was having flashbacks of Brad, Brad Roberts, his murdered lover and partner. Clint had been helping Ralf get settled in the States in the hope he could be a replacement for Brad for the American detective, knowing there could be no such replacement. But this Hernando was something else entirely. Not Brad, of course, but in his own way maybe every bit as good as Brad.

    Clint needed to know. Clint wanted to know if there was a possibility. He told Ralf and Fritz to go back to the club showroom. They’d had their fun for now. Clint wanted to be with Hernando. The two friends from Europe left in good spirits and without a bit of resentment, great and generous sports both. Just the thing for a perfect group party. But Clint wanted to try Hernando out alone. Clint wanted to know if Hernando could be the perfect lover.

    And he was. He stretched out beside Clint on the divan and made slow, sensuous love to his new friend with his hands and his lips and his tongue…and with his sultry Latin voice. He took Clint slowly and completely. He turned Clint this way and that way, running his hands over his curves and gently, sensuously into his crevices, rubbing his thighs and calves against Clint’s, his long, curve toes…just like his impossibly long, curved-up cock…along Clint’s legs, as he turned his new-found lover here and there. His belly and nipples rubbing against Clint’s, and then against his butt cheeks and shoulder blades. His lips buried in the hollow of Clint’s neck, tracing Clint’s throbbing veins, throbbing for him. Wanting him inside. Begging the hot, hard Latino to fuck him.

    But still Hernando made love to Clint’s body. His cock rubbing across Clint’s belly as he took his lover’s mouth gently but relentlessly in his again. Hernando’s fists trapping Clint’s. Not letting his captive touch him. Him doing all of the touching.

    Him stretched out along Clint’s back, imprisoning Clint’s arms with his, not letting Clint touch him, while his hips moved, up and down, back and forth, around and around, his long, sensuous cock rubbing around on the small of Clint’s back, and on Clint’s butt cheeks, and along his thighs and then between his thighs, making love to the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.

    Clint moaning and writhing. Feeling the fuck even though Hernando hadn’t even entered him yet with that long, long, slender, throbbing tool. His cock stroking up and down in Clint’s crack, with Clint stretching as wide as he could, wanting the hot Latino inside him. The underside of hard cock stroking up and down on Clint’s hole, causing it to pucker out in invitation. Clint sighing and groaning and begging for it. ‘Fuck me, fuck me, oh, fuck me now.’ Clint was exhausted, just from the anticipation of it and from begging for it. Hernando was holding him still, making him whimper for that long, long cock.

    And then the peace of the entry. Just gliding in, lubricated by the healthy, virile profusion of cum of Ralf and Fritz and the stretching their double monster cocks had done.

    Hernandez floating above Clint, the only contact for those moments his long, curved cock, as it glided into his new lover, deeper, deeper, its mushroom cap caressing Clint’s undulating passage walls as it moved into him. Deeper than Ralf and Fritz had managed together. Deeper than Brad had ever gone. In, in, in. And then out most of the way. And back in, deeper still. Clint moaned deeply and licked his lips. And the contact began, slowly, tentatively, lovingly. Hernandez kissed his lover deeply on the lips and then pushed a long, thumb into his mouth. And Clint sucked deeply on it, as Hernandez’s cock glided back in. The Latino lover shuddered and came in a quiet flow. And Clint almost sobbed in relief and acceptance. Both at the beauty of it and regret that it was over.

    But it wasn’t over. Flash was still as hard as ever. He turned Clint on his back and knelt below him on the divan and pulled Clint’s pelvis into his hips. This time he fucked Clint in vigorous strokes. Joyfully. His eyes locked on Clint’s. Full of pleasure, laughter, and lust. He played with Clint’s nipples and then he held Clint by his hips and smoothly, athletically rose up into a crouch and then a stand, on top of the divan, Clint stretched below him, the two of them attached at the pelvis. Hernandez stroked hard down into Clint’s channel until he came a second time, in a strong gush this time. He laughed and lowered Clint onto the bed, and brought his mouth down onto Clint’s dick and quickly and expertly sucked him off, while Clint writhed under him and bucked against him and arched his back in pleasure. Fully taken.

    But not fully. Hernando sidesplit Clint then, pumping slowly and deeply and strongly into him. Kissing Clint on the neck, murmuring words of love into his ear. Making love to him, not just fucking him. Clint sighed in satisfaction, wanting it to go on and on and on, sheathing that wondrous long, long, hot Latino dick.

    But their lovemaking was arrested by a commotion out in the hallway beyond the door, and Ralf and Fritz reappeared.

    ‘The fat lady,’ Fritz only managed to get out in an excited voice.

    ‘Don’t tell me. She’s finished her second song set and wants her dressing room back.’ Folsom said in a tired, but satisfied voice. He was reluctant to give up this glorious coupling, but at least he’d always know that it wasn’t from a lack of stamina or enthusiasm and interest on Flash’s part that it had come to an end.

    ‘Afraid that bird isn’t going to be singing again, mate,’ Ralf interjected.

    ‘What . . . ?’

    ‘She’s dead. Someone did her right there in front of our eyes on stage as she was finishing her last lad of the night.’

    ‘Oh, shit,’ Hernando exclaimed and jumped off the divan. He headed for the door to the dressing room’s bathroom. ‘Here while I was enjoying myself, I wasn’t doing what I was sent here for. I was supposed to keep her . . . him . . . whatever alive, not fuck around while he was being done in.’

    Clint turned to Ralf and Fritz. ‘Go out there and see that no one touches anything. Tell them there’s a couple of policeman on the site and we’ll be out in a couple of minutes. And I assume someone’s called 911. And for God’s sake don’t tell them the policemen are back here doing each other.’

    They turned to go, but Clint held them for one more instruction. ‘And start asking if anyone knows where Eddie, Francine’s ex, is. He’ll be everyone’s prime suspect even if he didn’t do it.’

    ‘That won’t be necessary,’ Clint heard Hernando say in a quiet, flat voice behind him.

    All three looked over. Ramierez had opened the door to the bathroom to reveal a young blond man, obviously well past any help, lying in a pool of blood on the bathroom floor.

    ‘Eddie, I presume?’ Ramierez asked.

    ‘Good guess,’ Folsom answered.

    As the two detectives pulled on their clothes, preparing to go out and receive the arriving police squad, Clint leaned over and gave Hernando a tender kiss on the lips. ‘Welcome to homicide,’ he said. Flash smiled broadly. Another kiss, and then Clint said, ‘And welcome to my bed, if you’ll have me.’ This time Flash’s smile stretched his cheeks to the limit.

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  • Blue Boxer Shorts

    He was a thief. It shocked him really, because Cal never thought of himself as being a criminal. Least, not in things it counted. Okay, so he had taken that package of gum when he was a kid, but other than that he just never did anything remotely like what he had just done. Inside, he felt strange, sort of guilty, but also a bit thrilled.

    The rush of sneaking into Peter’s room, of invading his private space, of touching his stuff while searching for that illusive item, seemed so wrong, yet felt so friggin good. He couldn’t explain it, really, but ever since Peter had moved into the spare room in the house, he had felt different. He was thinking things that he never really thought he could think about, let alone actually try. The whole notion of creeping into Peter’s room, in rummaging through his laundry hamper, of touching his clothes, smelling them, were all thoughts he never believed he had. Yet that is what he had done, and the proof was in his hands.

    Cal was just one of the four guys sharing the house off campus. He was a fringe football player, that had some talent, but knew he’d never be in the NFL. Most of the other guys sharing the place were on the same par, no real talent, but enough to keep them on the team. After all it wasn’t like this was Notre Dame or UCLA. Still, it had its perks, and then Peter moved in.

    Gord had left, and they needed someone to take his place. No one really talked about why Gord had just packed up one night and was gone, but the rumour was he had gotten caught with the Dean’s daughter. Talk about being stupid. While his daughter was considered nice, the Dean was a real prude. He didn’t even like to hear people talk about condoms, or anything remotely sexual. Still he would miss Gord, he had a nice body for a straight jock. The others were okay, just a bit on the chunky side for him. Then too, they were on the defence side of the line.

    Now Peter, he was different. He was a transfer student and to Cal, he was the ideal specimen of not just a good football player, but a real hunk. The guy had those green blue eyes that seemed to always see into your soul, the lock of brown hair that would never quite move off the forehead, and the build of a jock. He had muscles that bulged when he moved, and God, his ass was like a pair of amazing orbs that Cal had trouble not drooling over.

    When he laughed, it was like the room suddenly became alive. His face would open in this wide grin, his teeth would shine, but it was his look that made you just tremble. The guy was that gorgeous, and worse for Cal, he liked to walk around shirtless. Even the day he had moved in, he was parading around the house in just his boxer shorts, which made Cal quiver. You could see the outline, and each time he would walk past, Cal could smell his scent, the mix of the cologne he used with his body aroma.

    It drove him nuts, which was why he began to hatch the plan. Now he had thought it out, and actually carried it out too. That was what had him feeling the adrenalin rush still. To have actually pulled it off gave him a strange sense of satisfaction. He looked down into his hands, to see the pair of solid blue boxer shorts that he had lifted from Peter’s laundry basket. They were wrinkled, and more importantly, they smelled of him. He could smell the aroma as he sat on the edge of his bed, seeing the tall brown haired man walking across the living room, to grab whatever. He was always doing that, and it filled his mind as his hands held onto the boxers.

    Everyone was out for the night, as he sat on the edge of his bed. His hands were lightly caressing the soft material, as he thought about Peter, about those pecs, the way his stomach was so well defined. The way he would walk so softly and yet with purpose. You saw the confidence in his stride, but it was the way that his dick moved in the shorts. You couldn’t help but notice it.

    Just this morning, when he had walked into the kitchen, yawning and jutting his hips out as he stretched. Cal had seen it, and licked his lips because you could tell, it wasn’t soft. It was the morning stiffy, and he could see the little wet spot as well. Peter wasn’t bashful, and he had that smile on his face when he greeted everyone, grabbing a coffee and just sitting down, his legs stretched out, open. You could see the hairs on his legs, slowly disappearing as you looked up towards his crotch.

    The obvious tenting was there. It showed the hard rounded head pushing up, the growing little wet stain, that only made Cal tremble a bit more. He really couldn’t believe how casual Peter was about showing up, with a hard on. The cock looked big too, not that Cal was an expert. It just looked that way from its size and the way Peter would adjust it, as he sipped his coffee.

    Seeing that wet spot, that long tube outlined in the blue material, had been enough for Cal. He made up his mind, right there, to sneak in and steal them, to have them next to him. And now he had them, as he stared down at them clutched in his two hands. The smile on his face grew, as he breathed in deeply, smelling that scent, closing his eyes and seeing that wet spot growing, as if he was reliving the morning all over again.

    He leaned back on his bed, his eyes shut firmly as he brought the pair of stained shorts to his face. He breathed in deeply again, feeling his body shudder a little as the aroma wafted past his nostrils. Cal could see it all, as his imagination took hold. It just wasn’t a pair of underwear, it was Peter himself. He could smell him, even reach out and touch him, the vision was so powerful.

    His hand let the pair of crumbled shorts rest on his face, as it began to caress his chest. He let his fingers roam across his body, tweaking his firm nipples. He smiled as he took another breath, relishing the scent as it continued to spark his imagination. He felt his hand moved across his stomach, feeling each muscle roll as the hand passed over it. His body was enjoying the thought, relishing it, as he kept breathing in deeply.

    The nerves inside were tingling as his hand moved down, to grab at his own aroused penis. It pushed it to one side, then the other as he thought about Peter, about that lock of hair that hung down over his forehead. He imagined himself touching it, playing with it, as Peter would be smiling up at him. He would be on top, looking down and just enjoying the touch of his hand on Peter’s skin.

    The smell was overpowering. His hand took hold of his aroused cock, holding it under the stretched cloth of his own underwear. He pulled on it, stroked it as he thought about Peter, of how it would feel to let his mouth brush up against Peter’s thin pale lips. How he would taste, as his tongue would lick at them, then drive inwards, past the guarding teeth. He felt himself shudder, as his hand pulled on his dick hard, the image of Peter firmly fixed in his vision.

    The idea of how it would feel, to be resting on top of that long naked frame. To feel the press of that hard cock up into his own belly, while his pressed back into Peter’s made him moan a little. He breathed in more of that aroma, as his hand moved up and then under his shorts. His fingers touched the burning pole inside, making him flinch a little. His mind was mixing it up, as if Peter was actually there, and that it wasn’t his hand, but Peter’s grabbing hold of his cock, of Peter’s fingers slowly circling his blood gorged cock. That it was Peter’s own fingers that would slowly grip the throbbing pole, and slowly wrap around, till it was squeezing the burning flesh.

    His mind made him think of Peter’s long fingers, of how they would feel as they slowly pushed down on his cock. Making him shake and tremble to the touch, as the hand made its way down, to push hard into his own crotch. He sighed, as he felt the press on his groin, groaned a little as he visualized the concentrated look that would cross Peter’s face, if it was his hand.

    Cal felt himself drifting off, as with his other hand, he brought Peter’s soiled underwear closer to his nose, even letting his tongue flick out to lick at it, to taste what was left. He had found the wet stain, dried and crusty now, and he had it positioned over his mouth, as his other hand continued to fuel the fantasy in his brain.

    He moaned softly, whimpered a little as pushed some of the blue material into his mouth. His teeth biting at it, holding it, while he breathed the aroma in several times. His body began to tremble even more, as his hand moved quickly up and down his throbbing pole. Just like Peter would do, if it was his hand. He could feel it, the fingers holding his cock tightly, stroking it slowly at the beginning but letting himself get carried away. He could feel the growing need in the hand, as it moved faster and faster with each stroke.

    His breathing was ragged, but with each short breath he could feel Peter. It was like he was in the room with him, standing over him, as he felt his hand moving up and down in quick strokes, his own underwear stretching with each thrust up, with each push upwards. His body was aching, as he felt his eyes closing even tighter. The image of Peter, his eyes boring into his, the scent all around him, the feel of his flesh on his own, was making him squirm. The ache in his balls grew, as he could see Peter, feel the muscles rolling underneath his flat stomach. He felt them roll, as his hand was now a blur, despite his underwear. Each pull upward, then down would make the waist band stretch, would let it fall down onto his stomach with a smack.

    The bed was bouncing, as his hand sped up. He felt it inside, smelled it, as he continued to stroke and see Peter there. One minute he was on top, then just standing over him, but always that hard cock was there, growing harder with each inhale that Cal took. He felt his presence, could feel it even as he felt the pain growing inside. His legs were spread apart, his toes began to curl upwards, cramping his legs.

    Every muscle in his body was tense, as he stroked himself to the floating image of Peter. The whole room was shimmering before him, as he saw Peter floating in and out. The cock would be in front of his vision, then around his face. He could almost believe it was there, waiting for him to reach out and grab hold. He wanted to feel it throbbing as his own hand was just a blur now.

    The ache inside, grew, as his body was reaching that point. His mind could only see the head of that cock, white cum was slowly oozing out of the cock head. He licked his lips, knowing how much he wanted to taste it. The room was beginning to cloud over, his legs were numb, as the blood was rushing to his own cock. He cried out, as he lifted his head up, to try and taste what wasn’t there.

    His hips shot upwards, as his cock exploded between his clenched fingers. Cal felt the hot milk as it rushed past his fingers. He cried out in a whimpering moan, as his body trembled and shook to his ejaculation. His hand was soaked, as his milk poured out. His mind was reeling, as the images became blurred, and he fell back onto the bed, soaked from sweat, and from his fantasy.

    He held onto his cock, feeling it quiver, as the last of his milk spilled out, soaked up by his own underwear. He could feel the wetness as he slowly rubbed his groin, smearing his own cum across his dick, and now empty balls. He sighed, as he slowly opened his eyes, to see the blue shorts still over his face. Carefully he picked them up and took one more long breathe. They still smelled so good, that he grinned as he leaned back up, off the bed.

    He might be a thief, he thought, but damn it felt good to hold those shorts. Quickly he pulled his pants back up, feeling the wetness of his own underwear, as he walked over to his drawer, and placed Peter’s soiled boxer shorts, underneath the pants. He carefully folded them, and as he placed them in the drawer, he smiled, looking at his other collection.

    The memories were there, as his fingers played over the other pairs of hidden underwear, but they kept going back to his newest addition to his collection. They were definitely going to be his favourite, he thought as he closed the drawer.


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  • Roses Falling in the Rain

    Most of us have never experienced a real loss. May be a lost watch or phone, and the occasional family member. But most of us pull through and go on living.

    Some of us, pretend we pulled through and pretend that we moved on. Some of us think that we moved on, and hold our heads up high, knowing a single event that day can send us crashing back into the harsh reality that we haven’t moved on and accepted that death is a part of life; and some of us, just continue on. Living day, after day, after day in a monotonous, dull, routine because that routine is all we know. So we continue living a soul-less, joy-less, depressed, cold, and dim existence hoping that it would soon end.

    The months surrounding Henry’s death were as soul-less, joy-less, depressed, cold, and dim as they come. Yet the memory of how he died and my efforts to bring him back were forever seared in my mind. One would never expect such a tragedy to occur in a seemingly ordinary day:

    The sounds of sirens resonated through the halls of the emergency room; But I wasn’t affected. 3 years in this hell of a hospital and you learn to get used to the piercing sound of sirens, patients and frazzled doctors. I was calmly attending to Mrs. Mueller’s I.V.

    drip when paramedics crashed through the emergency room crying, “WE’VE GOT A CODE BLUE!”. I immediately dropped the I.V. in my hand and dashed to the stretcher. When I got there I stood in horror when the image of my bleeding, unconcious boyfriend was finally processed. “Jack!”, Dr. Helen Bauman cried. Coming out of my trance, I immeditely detached myself and started conecting him to the ECG. “He’s in shock!”, the paramedic said. “He needs a transfusion!”, I cry to the nurse. Suddenly, the dreaded, high-pitched tone came from the monitor. “Oh no!”, I thought, “this can’t be happening!” Tears stream from my eyes as I administer CPR while waiting for the defibrillator pads to charge. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven”, I count. “Please! You can’t do this to me!”, I plead, “God PLEASE!”

    *BLEEP* The defibrillator pads are charged. I detach myself from Henry, forcing myself to think that he’s just an ordinary patient, I enter my doctor’s state-of-mind.

    “CLEAR!”, I shout. *THUMP* No response. “CLEAR!”, I shout again. *THUMP* Still no response! I continue.

    But to no avail. I switch to administering mouth-to-mouth.

    After an eternity of CPR, I accepted the grotesque and horrifying reality: Henry was dead. He died in my prescence. No goodbyes. Nothing. The doctor in me was saying, “There was nothing you could have done. His pupils were dilated; even if his condition stabilized, he would have been in a coma. No amount of CPR and electric jolts could bring his heart beating again.

    You tried your best. Right now, that’s all that could matter”

    I remember just sitting outside the emergency room. Weeping. Helen got me to go home and rest. I lay down on the bed; Our bed, and slept. I hoped that I would just wake up from this dream and Henry would be there soothing me and holding me in his strong, warm embrace. I woke up, and Henry wasn’t there. He would never be there again.

    The next days were nothing but a blur. Funeral arrangements were made and that was it. During the wake, I just smiled at the guests saying, “Thank you for coming. We appreciate you being here at this troubling time”. I had no idea who “we” was, my parents disowned me in a flash when I told them I was gay. I had no one to really turn to except Helen. But she wasn’t here yet. I sat down and looked at the casket. Henry was there lying down in his exquisite lack suit, looking as if he was just taking a well-deserved nap. I couldn’t bear it-the sight of him dead, the smell of flowers in the air, the looks of pity I was getting from the guests and most especially, I can’t stand reality. I left the room and walked to the park. I don’t know how long I was sitting there, staring at the maple trees, reminiscing about the time when Henry and I just met. Helen came, shook me of my trance and whispred, “Jack, it’s time”.

    The funeral was hell. A serene, rainy, depressing Hell. I listened as the priest administered the last rites and everyone started leaving. I remained.

    Sitting in the rain, two roses in my hand; one red, one white, I stood and walked to Henry’s coffin.

    Kneeling in front of the casket, I couldn’t bear leaving him. I wept. Not the bawling out kind, but the one with the tears just falling down your face. The kind of weeping that comes from the depths of your heart due to your soul gnawing at your insides in sorrow. The kind that just keeps on going until you fall into a state of absolute sadness that there’s nothing to do but stop.

    I lie down on the wet grass.

    The rain falls on my face.

    With the roses in my hands, I weep. A part of me died, a portion of my heart was gone. But my soul was still in me. Clawing at my insides, grinding it’s teeth, and wailing how could I have not saved him.

    I thought the funeral was hell. I obviously didn’t know what my life was going to be like in the next seven months.

  • Kabuki Cab

    The wind was warm, the air a bit heavy but then that was how it had been for the last few days. He sat on the bike seat, hunched up as the light rain pelted him, rolling off the plastic poncho he wore. His hat was dripping, but he wasn’t going to call it a day yet. Despite the rain, there were still some brave souls walking along the esplanade, tourists, and hell he needed the cash.

    His Kabuki Cab was covered by a plastic tarp, keeping the seat dry, as he stared out from under his wide brimmed hat. It was Wednesday as well, and while he didn’t expect much business from the tourists, it was still Wednesday. That was when his regular customer, Henry always showed up. Least, for the last month he had, but this would be the first Wednesday that it had rained.

    Brad looked at his watch, checking the time, wondering if Henry would show? He had thought about not taking the cab out today, but then when he realized it what day it was, it made up his mind. After all, Henry was one of those fares you just didn’t want to miss out on. Worse, you didn’t want him finding someone else, and as he thought about that, he looked at the only other Kabuki Cab that was on the street. It was Carlos, who he really didn’t like.

    He also knew that Carlos would do anything to snatch Henry away from him. He did anything for money, and he had even seen him chatting up Henry just last week, as he pulled in to drop off a fare. Henry had remarked, how pleasant Carlos seemed, which only made Brad nervous. No way did he want to share Henry with Carlos.

    Every Wednesday Henry would show up at around 4, and off they would go. It had started off with a simple ride along the waterfront, watching the milling crowds just staring out at the ocean. Then as more people began to show up, as Tourist season started up, Henry began to ask for different routes, were there weren’t so many people about. He had an aversion to crowds, or so he said.

    Truth was, he was searching for a secluded spot, which Brad finally found in one of their many little trips through one of the more off road parks that were all over the city. Henry had enjoyed the closeness of the trees, and the smaller roads that wound their way through large mature trees.

    It was at the one park, where it began. Until then he charged Henry the regular rate, and he enjoyed the routes too. Less traffic made it easier for him, and Henry always gave him a nice $5 tip, though once he found that one park, those tips certainly were a lot healthier.

    In the back of his mind, he knew what he was doing could be taken wrong. Some might even call it hustling, but it wasn’t that way at all. Sure he got money for what they did, in the back of his Kabuki, but that was a ‘tip’. It hadn’t started out like he had asked Henry for anything extra either. Not that first time, nor since either. Henry just added the money to the tip.

    Brad wasn’t exactly what he would call handsome either. He had a crooked nose, from a childhood fight that had got him a broken nose, black eyes, and a lesson in what it meant to be different. The nose had never healed right, and he still had a missing front tooth. Dentists and implants weren’t cheap, and as a college student, he could barely afford his books, never mind some fake tooth.

    His arms were muscular, as were his legs. After all, pedalling a Kabuki Cab wasn’t for wimps. This would be his fifth year at it too, as he had started way back when still in High School. With the cost of college, he couldn’t afford to not do it each summer. The tips were great, and he made the money last too. This year, well those tips would be the best ever, thanks to Henry.

    While Brad was well built, he was shy. He wore his hair semi long, and he still had the odd zit on his face, but it didn’t seem to matter to Henry. The man was older than he had first thought. Hell when Henry told him he was in his sixties, Brad almost fainted. At best, he thought the man couldn’t be more than early forties, but boy was he wrong.

    Henry wasn’t a tall man either. Yet he was slender, maybe about 150 pounds, few inches shorter than six feet, but while his hair was a bit sparse, that didn’t make him a senior citizen. Granted, it was turning white mostly, but there was still some darkness to the outer fringes. He had a bit of a paunch, but nothing most men who drank the odd beer would have.

    They had stumbled across this one path, nearly a month back now. It led to a small thicket of younger trees, mostly Birch. There was even a raspberry patch hidden along one edge of the little thicket. Henry had enjoyed watching Brad eating them, and his smile had made Brad blush actually. That was how it began, and in all honesty, he really did what he did, because he liked the man.

    He wasn’t a trollop, least he didn’t think he was. Sex to him was natural, and if he liked someone, he wanted to experience them, to taste them and have them taste him. He didn’t charge, even if the other was older. In fact, he rather preferred his partners to be older. They weren’t in a rush nor were they clumsy either. Brad hated it, when his ‘dates’ would rush. The sex just never was good then, which was why he preferred men like Henry. Though he had to admit, he never had been with someone as old as Henry. Over Sixty? That was definitely a new one for him, but as he sat in the light rain, waiting, he also felt satisfied.

    The sex with Henry had started out as a bit of kissing, some groping that led to some rather tame stuff. He wasn’t sure why or how, but that first time, when he blushed from Henry’s smiling at him while he ate some raspberries, had wound up with him on his knees, kissing the man’s crotch, feeling the rather hard cock inside.

    At first, he thought maybe Henry would get upset, at how he had hugged him, then kissed him. Instead he was surprised by how the man kissed him back, his tongue darting in and around Brad’s open mouth. His arms had encircled him too, drawing him in closer, and he had felt the bulge, felt the press of what turned out to be a rather good sized penis. Henry might be over sixty, but damn he still was hung.

    The kissing had led to some touching, some hesitant pulling, that somehow found Brad on his knees. He still didn’t know why he did it, but it had led to a lot more than just him sucking the guy off. That had set the stage, but still, that first time was special. He liked to think about it, to remember how Henry had held his shoulders, while he kissed at the covered cock. How he had sucked in his breathe, while Brad undid the pants, then unzipped them to let them fall down to rest around Henry’s knees. He could still hear him as he moaned softly when he pressed his face into the older man’s crotch. He smelled so good, a sort of clean crisp scent of soap and skin. There wasn’t the stale aroma of sweat, as he buried his head into the man’s groin. His mouth teased the cock inside the underwear.

    His teeth nibbled at it, then would tease it more as he pulled back on the underwear. Henry’s hands had pressed a lit harder then, the fingers gripping his shoulder tighter, as he teased that long pole inside. He licked at it, feeling it tremble to his tongue’s touch, which also made Brad feel rather excited. His own cock was just as hard, and he had reached down to push it a bit, to adjust it in his own shorts.

    Brad had licked the pole, pulled at the fabric with his teeth, and he could hear the panting breathe from above. The fingers were digging into his shoulder a bit more with each flick of his tongue along the hidden cock. Then he began to run his hands up the man’s legs, feeling the muscles coiling underneath his touch. The skin was warm to the touch, though nothing at how his tongue felt when it would lick along the throbbing pole still inside the shorts.

    He let his hands move upwards, to reach under the tight fitting leg sleeve of the shorts. Henry had groaned then, and Brad had looked up at the noise. He saw the look in the man’s face, the way the eyes were glazed over and somehow, Brad just wanted to give him something special. His hand moved away from the leg, and reached up and pulled the shorts down. His eyes moved away from Henry’s face, to stare at the freed penis that had sprung out.

    It was fully erect, with some white drops at the very centre of the cock head. Brad let his tongue flick out, to taste the oozing liquid, which made his own body shudder. It had a nice rich salty sweet taste to it, that just made Brad want more. He couldn’t help himself, as he moved his head in closer, smelling the fresh smell more. His nose brushed past the thigh, where he felt the muscles quiver to his passing touch. The fingers that held his shoulders dug in harder, but also pulled him in closer.

    His lips touched the cock head again, making Henry moan more. He slowly opened his lips, to encircle the burning cock head. His teeth raked the sensitive skin, as his mouth opened more, to slowly take the thick head into his mouth. Henry’s whole body suddenly began to shake, which made him look up with just a little bit of the head in his mouth. The man’s eyes were totally glazed over, but he still managed to look down at Brad. His mouth broke into a smile, as his eyes peered down, urging Brad onwards.

    With the beat of his heart rising, Brad took the huge cock further into his mouth, hearing the man’s moans growing as he slowly let the whole cock slide past his lips. He held the skin tight, tasting the huge pole as it slid down his throat. He nearly gagged, but didn’t as he forced his throat to relax.

    The cock was thicker than he had imagined, or had before, but he let it stretch his throat. He didn’t rush, and he felt the hands relax their grip, then resettle over his shoulder. The fingers were spread apart wider, and slowly began to once more dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders. He winced, but concentrated on the huge pole inside his mouth. He was enjoying the feeling, the fullness of it as it made his mouth expand. His jaw began to ache as he slowly moved his head back, away from the man, until just the cock head was held by his lips. Then he licked at the head, tasting it and the now freely oozing pre cum.

    Henry moaned a bit more emphatically too, as he slowly moved back inwards. He let the whole cock slide back once more down his throat, still licking at the shaft as it passed. His teeth raked the shaft lightly, making the cock quiver.

    The balls were full, as he reached up to cup them in one hand, to fondle them as he sucked on the cock. Henry was moaning constantly, as he began to move his head in and out faster. He liked the taste, the smell as he sucked on the throbbing cock. He would lean back, and let the cock slip out. Then he would reach up and grab hold of the wet cock.

    His hand would it tightly and quickly pull it, stroke it several quick times, then stuff it back into his mouth, moving in and out quicker each time. He was enjoying the sounds coming from above, the hard press of the hands and fingers. His own body was aching, as he sucked and sucked. Henry had good staying power, but was no match for his constantly increasing speed.

    Brad prodded the balls, then would reach around, grabbing the man’s inner thighs, letting his own fingers dig into the flesh, till they touched bone. He felt the legs shiver, felt them grow taut, and he began to suck even faster. His mouth was like a vacuum, as every now and then the cock would slip out, making a loud slurping sound, but it was quickly swallowed back up into his mouth. He teased it, then nibbled even at it, as he sucked, knowing by the press of Henry’s fingers, how it was pleasing Henry.

    There was a sort of stifled cry, and Brad knew that Henry was about to cum. He tensed up, feeling the cock shaking as it slid down his throat. He felt the head quiver, then sort of try to pull back, then it just came rushing forward again. His hands gripped the man’s legs tighter, feeling the muscles suddenly go taut.

    Henry’s body went rigid, as the cry echoed in the empty thicket. The soft rustle of the trees went unheard, as all Brad could hear was the pounding of his own heart, as his lips held the shaking cock even tighter. The first taste came flooding out. At first he didn’t seem to realize that Henry was coming. Then the harsh salty taste overwhelmed him as it filled his throat.

    Brad had coughed but held on as the cock exploded deep into his throat. Immediately he swallowed, as more of the hot milk came pouring out, coating and filling his throat and mouth. More and more of the wonderful milk filled his mouth, nearly faster than he could swallow it, as Henry shook. His body was shuddering, beneath Brad’s hands, and the man had thrust his body forward, driving his cock even further in, as the first hot flow of cum had began to pour out.

    Now he shook, his body recoiling a little, as Brad just sucked, swallowing as fast as he could. It was unbelievable how much came out, filling his mouth and dripping out from the corners. For a second or two, he though that Henry wouldn’t stop, but eventually he had. He had leaned back, letting go of Henry’s cock, and before he could even look up, he had to look at the source of the deep pleasure that he was feeling.

    The cock was still hard too, coated with its explosion of milk which made Brad grin. He liked how powerful the penis still looked, and he leaned back inwards, to kiss it several times along the head and then just underneath it. He felt the tremors the touch of his lips sent racing along the shaft, and up into Henry’s body.

    Finally he had looked up, and what he saw had made him know that he done the right thing. The smile was the warmest he had ever seen, and while that had been it for that time, it still was maybe the one single moment of that entire ride, that he felt happiest about. Not even the extra bills that Henry had pressed into his hands when being dropped off was quite as thrilling to him, as seeing the expression on Henry’s face, just after he had cum.

    He sighed, leaning back and felt the light rain on his face, as he adjusted his hard cock. Just thinking about that time made him hard as he looked down the esplanade, to see an older figure dressed in rain gear walking towards him. He smiled, as he recognized Henry, and saw the angry look from Carlos.

    Rather than wait, he pulled his cab away from the curb, and began to pedal towards Henry. He saw the man stop, and as he got closer, he saw that smile again. His heart was pounding, as he pulled the cab over to the curb, next to where Henry stood. He was damn glad he decided to get up, rain or not. After all, it was Wednesday.


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