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  • The Dumb Jocks of the Casting Couch

    Chapter 1: Make Me a Star

    Hollywood has always been and will continue to be, insidious, manipulative, and obsessed with sex. I don’t do anything that wasn’t done back during the silent black-and-white films. It’s not my fault these dumb jocks come to Hollywood from their small midwest towns, willing to do whatever it takes to get their big break. And I provide these boys with the perfect opportunities to make it in Hollywood. And honestly, if I weren’t doing it, the producer would manipulate them into the same thing down the street. At least I followed through! 

    My name is Jeffery Davidson, and I am a Hollywood mega-producer and casting director. I am responsible for the casting and producing some of the most important, influential, and successful TV shows and Movies in Hollywood. I am a firm believer that every project I work on needs at least a few attractive men to draw in female and gay audiences alike, and I go above and beyond to find the perfect fit for every single movie and TV show. 

    These past few weeks, I have signed on to produce and cast a brand new movie about a high school football team. The star was going to be the quarterback of the team. The description of the quarterback role was posted on all the casting websites. It said, “Looking for a physically fit male, 18-25, will be playing high school quarterback, will spend a large portion of film without a shirt, must be comfortable in less clothing, will include sex scenes.” If I didn’t know any better, I would say the casting call was tailor-made to get hot young guys to strip naked during their auditions. Of course, I wrote the description, and I would be alone in the room with them during their auditions. But that’s obviously just a coincidence!

    I could already tell this particular casting was going to be a great one. Precisely what I specialize in, muscular jocks. I walked into the lobby to a sea of hot young men. All with a twinkle in their eye, knowing this could be their chance to make it big. They all stood up when they saw me. All with something to say. 

    “It’s an honor to meet you!”

     “I can’t wait to show you why I’m perfect for this part!” 

    “Acting in one of your films would be a dream come true!”

    “I think I’m exactly what you’re looking for!”

    I just walked past with a smile on my face. I knew I’d have a chance to get to know each of them soon. 

    I walked into the conference room and set my bag down. I pulled out my video camera, which I used for every audition so that I could watch the auditions later in private. I decided I was ready to go, and the assistants in the lobby sent in the first guy. 

    Each audition was different, but I tried to start them all in a similar fashion. I’d have the hot young hunk introduce themselves, give me a quick rundown on their background, and then I’d run a few lines with them. Obviously, this was not the critical part of the audition. The important part came next. I would then have each jock strip out of their shirt. I’d stand up and closely examine their bodies. I had to ensure there wasn’t a single ab out of place. The pecs had to be as big as possible. The nipples had to be the perfect size. And the biceps needed to look like baseballs when he flexed. It was so important that the guy satisfied all of these requirements. Depending on the results of this part of the audition, the remainder would go one of two ways. 

    As the first jock entered the room, I immediately noticed he was one of the hot ones that caught my eye when I walked in that morning. 

    “Wow, Jeffrey, it’s such an honor. I love all your shows. You’re so fucking talented.” The handsome nameless jock exclaimed. 

    “I really appreciate you saying that, bro. I love hearing that a guy like you watches my shows. Usually, I only hear that from girls and gay guys.” I retorted back to him. 

    “Not me, man. I’m as straight as they come. And I love watching all your shows.” He responded without an ounce of self-reflection. I could tell this audition was going to go fantastic. 

    “Why don’t you tell me your name and tell me a little about yourself!” 

    “Well, Jeff, the name is Jake Dusk. I am from Northern California. I played so many sports growing up including football and soccer. I have always dreamed of becoming an actor. Ever since I saw this posting I knew I’d be perfect for it. I love taking my shirt off and fucking hot girls. And I was the quarterback in high school!” 

    His excited demeanor really did it for me. I knew he’d do whatever was necessary. And he was way too dumb to even figure out that I was fully taking advantage of him and his dreams of being a star. 

    “Well, Jake, let me take a quick look at you. Why don’t you pull that shirt off your body? I need to make sure you will look good on screen without any clothes on!” Jake looked up at me and, without any hesitation, pulled his shirt off his body in the most erotic fashion. He crossed his arms and grabbed onto the hem of his shirt. He slowly pulled the bottom of the shirt toward his head, revealing his absolutely ripped torso, what seemed like an inch at a time. His deep-cut v-line was the first thing exposed. That alone was enough to make me precum. As he went higher, each row of abs revealed themselves as if they were under a spotlight. Four rows of perfect abs were under that shirt, and my jaw was almost on the floor. At this point, I thought, “How could this get any better?” 

    Jake, as instructed, kept going. What was revealed to me next was a true sight to behold. After the ripped washboard 8-pack, his shirt seemed to get slightly stuck on something. A little extra effort was needed for Jake to keep going. Jake pulled a little harder at the hem of his shirt, and thank god he did. Just as he did this, two gigantic, perfect pecs came tumbling out. With a bit of a jiggle, two heaps of muscle fell out of his shirt. I was in awe. Each muscle tit was accompanied by the sexiest, hottest pair of nipples I had ever seen. The size of a half-dollar coin, at least, I had never had a greater urge to feel something against my tongue in my entire life. 

    After revealing his mountainous pecs, Jake tossed his shirt to the floor. An almost shy grin overcame his face. “I hope this is satisfactory, Mr. Davidson,” Jake mumbled. 

    I had to play this cool. I could not let him know that I was actually sexually attracted to him. This had to be all professional, at least in his mind. “I’m not sure, Jake.” I tried to keep a stern look on my face. “I think I need to see it up closer.” with that, I stood up and stepped within a few inches of his perfect body. I raised my hand to his stomach. I gently grazed the tips of my fingers over the ridges of his abs. 

    I turned away, “Damn it, Jake. You have a phenomenal body, but I don’t know, there’s just something missing.” 

    “Oh my god, Mr. Davidson, please tell me what the problem is! I will do whatever it takes. My body needs to be TV-ready!” Jake shot back, panic setting in. 

    “Hmm, let me think about it.” I turned back around, this time with a perplexed look on my face. I may have even been scratching my chin. “You know what, Jake, I think I know the problem.”

    “Mr. Davidson, you have to tell me! I need to nail this audition so badly.” Jake stuttered as his eyes grew, with slight tears forming.

    “Don’t worry, Jake; I know exactly what it is and how to fix it.” A slight grin came over my face. “Well, actually, Jake, there are two separate problems, one with your abs and v-line and one with your pecs.” I walked back towards him, my hand now on his naked shoulder. “Starting with the abs and v-line, in order for them to look good on screen, they have to have a slight sheen.” 

    “Okay, Mr. Davidson! I can definitely do that. Do you have any water that I can splash on myself?” 

    “Here’s the thing, Jake, everyone in the industry knows that water just won’t cut it. There is only one substance that will make them shine the way that is necessary for the screen. And that’s saliva.” I glanced at Jake just briefly, mostly just to make sure he wasn’t on to my manipulation. 

    “Wow, I had no idea!” Jake responded with a concerned look. I’m so happy you’re willing to give me these helpful tips.” 

    “Of Course, Jake, I really love mentoring young jock actors like you. It’s my way of giving back!” I tried my hardest to keep a straight face as I said this. 

    “So should I just spit on my hand and rub it on or what?” Jake questioned. 

    “No, man, it won’t look right if you do it that way; everyone knows the only way to apply it to your abs properly is with a tongue. And it just so happens that I know exactly how to do it!” 

    “Wow, Mr. Davidson it would be an honor to have to do it!” Jake looked genuinely excited at the prospect of my licking his abs. Jake was clearly under the impression that this was the only way to make his abs pop on screen. 

    With that invitation, I ducked my head down until I was staring at Jake’s waistband. I dragged my tongue across the deep cuts of Jake’s v-line, making sure to hit every inch. You can never quite tell just how defined a man’s v-line is until you see it up close and personal. And my god, is Jake’s v-line perfect. I traced the v line up and down his torso, only stopped by his pesky waistband. 

    “Wow, Mr. Davidson, you’re really licking my v-line a lot. It must take a ton of saliva in order to make the v-line pop!” I glanced up at Jake as he stared down at me in my horny haze. I had to snap out of it for at least a second. 

    “Oh yeah, Jake you have no idea.” I explained, “Just wait until I move over to that six-pack of yours.” 

    “Six-pack? Come on, Mr. Davidson, it’s at least an eight-pack!” Jake corrected my obvious mistake. How was I supposed to count when I was this turned on?

    At that point, I moved onto the ripped washboard that covered most of Jake’s stomach. I could have spent hours feeling the ridges of his abs. My tongue glided over every bump, and I made sure to feel every inch of the deep crevices between each ab. His stomach was literally perfect. I made sure my tongue did not miss any of it. At this point, I grabbed Jake’s hips, and I was holding his body firmly against my face. Jake was thankfully unbothered, but his bulge was undoubtedly growing. 

    “I’m so lucky you’re doing this for me, Mr. Davidson. You are so good at this.” Jake basically moaned as my tongue touched every inch of his perfect torso. 

    “Jake, I’m so glad you’re willing to do whatever it takes to make the perfect first impression on me and the other producers.” I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face. “Now I really need you to flex those abs as hard as you can so I can get my tongue as far into those crevasses as possible.” 

    “You got it, Mr. Davidson!” Jake shouted. And with that, he flexed them even harder. His abs were looking so ripped and so perfect that you could cut a diamond on the ridges.

    I spent another 5 to 10 minutes worshiping Jake’s perfect abs and torso. He was convinced I was doing this out of the goodness of my heart. He had no clue I had one hand shoved down my pants, stroking my 7-inch cock as my tongue tasted his rock-hard six-pack. I had already cum twice in my pants just from this. Jake, however, was rock-hard in his pants. But it’s like he didn’t even realize it. Never once did he look at it or pretend to itch while he played with his enormous boner. Instead, he just stood there thanking me for helping him get his body “camera ready.” A favor I was happy to provide. 

    After a few more minutes spent on Jake’s torso, I decided this would be the perfect opportunity to finally see what Jake’s pants were not so subtly hiding. 

    “You know, Jake, the other thing we need to check out is your cock. Like it or not, that is one of the most important things to looking good on screen.” I reached my hand down and grazed the front of his jeans. Jake flinched at the contact. I looked at his eyes. His shyness and nervousness were palpable. I reached for the top button on his jeans. Jake gave me absolutely no resistance at all. I pulled his pants down to reveal a pair of calvin klein underwear stretched to their limit by an absolutely massive horse cock. This thing had to be at least 10 inches and throbbing. I could see it pulsating under those Calvins, and with each pulse, it grew bigger and bigger. I was drooling. It was perfect. How was one person so sexy? Everything about him was a dream come true. And it was still behind a wall of fabric. I needed to see it now. 

    “Jake, here’s the deal: you can only truly tell how nice a bulge is going to look on screen by pulling it out of your underwear and seeing it rock hard in all its glory. Jake, I need to take your monster cock out of your underwear.” 

    “Whatever you need to do, Mr. Davidson. I completely trust you. I know this is for my benefit. I’m sorry I am such an idiot and can’t do this myself!” 

    I could not believe how lucky I was that this jock with the most perfect body and the most perfect cock wanted to be on one of my TV shows. But for whatever reason, my shows always attracted this kind of wannabe actor. And I would never complain about that. 

    With permission from Jake, I took hold of the CK waistband from both sides and slowly pulled it down. I held my face close to his body. I meticulously dragged the waistband down inch by inch and slowly revealed every inch of Jake’s massive shaft. Jake’s cock was straining against the fabric,and was only seconds away from bursting out. 

    The look in Jake’s eyes as I did this was not one of lust. It was complete excitement. To Jake, there was nothing sexual about this. He was a mid audition and assumed this was something that happens to every young upstart actor. 

    I pulled down the waistband of the young jock’s calvin underwear, and what emerged was pure jock perfection. Jake’s cock flung out of his tight briefs and smacked me right in the cheek. Jake looked embarrassed as I chuckled. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Davidson; I don’t know what’s gotten into me!” 

    “It’s quite alright, Jake. It’s so important that you get hard for this test. How else would I know what it’s gonna look like when we have a bulge shot during a major movie?” 

    “Wow, I didn’t even think of that!” Jake responded “I guess that’s why you’re a major producer, and I’m just a dumb wannabe actor.” Jake looked embarrassingly at his ever-growing monster cock. Now was my chance to see just how hard this dumb teen jock cock could get. 

    I reached my hand down and firmly grasped Jake’s dick in my hand. I by no means have small hands, but I could not come close to getting my fingers all the way around his jumbo cock. I was able to make a much larger hole by wrapping both my hands around it. 

    “Wow, Jake, I think this cock would look pretty good all bulged up on screen in one of my teen tv shows.” I could see the excitement on Jake’s face.  Just then, I had a devious idea. “Yeah, Jake. I mean, it’s not the biggest cock I’ve seen, but it will definitely look pretty good. I just was really hoping you’d be the biggest I’ve had on one of my shows.” 

    “No way, Mr. Davidson, I can get it much bigger than this. You just gotta give me a chance.” Jake quickly rebutted. “Fuck I wish I had one of the cheerleaders here!” Jake looked disappointed. “I would show you just how massive my cock gets if there was a girl here to get it hard. 

    “Oh, Jake, I keep forgetting you’ve never worked in Hollywood before.”  Jake glanced at me, confused. “You see Jake, once filming starts, you’re gonna have to stay ‘big’ for long periods, which means that it always falls on the showrunner to keep his actors big throughout filming.” 

    “Wow, Mr. Davidson, I had no idea. Aren’t you the showrunner on all your shows?’ Jake questioned. 

    “As a matter of fact, I am Jake. And I just so happen to be the best in the business at keeping my actors as big as possible during a filming session.” I could barely keep the grin off my face. “So why don’t you let me help you out? Just like if we were on set. Jake, it’s all part of the job, so don’t worry!” 

    Jake nodded his head and looked down at his cock. He clearly wanted me to see his cock rock hard. His cock was one of the biggest I’ve seen, and I just had to get my lips around it. This was really the perfect way for me to do just that. It really does seem like these wanna-be actors fresh off the football field are getting dumber and dumber. But their cocks keep getting bigger and bigger. I could not believe how lucky I had become. 

    “Okay, Jake, so now let me explain to you how we would do this on set. The first thing we would do is I would meet you in your dressing room or trailer. While some showrunners massage the cock with some oil and their hands, I take a different approach. Once we meet in your trailer, I have all my actors strip completely naked. Thankfully all my shows require ripped jocks, so no one is embarrassed to take their clothes off. I have to do this to avoid making a mess on the clothes that the studio pays a lot of money for!” Jake, completely naked, was clearly trying his hardest to take as many mental notes as possible. Part of me wanted to give him a pen and notepad, so that he understood how “official” this was (LOL). 

    “After I have my actor strip completely naked, I first get their perfectly cut abs and pecs in perfect TV-worthy shape, like I did to you earlier today! Then I get the bulge ready. I have found that, just like with your sculpted torsos, the best tool to do this is my tight little mouth.” 

    And with that, I fell to my knees in front of Jake and started licking his massive shaft, alternating left side to right side. I could feel his cock start to pulsate against my tongue. “Jake, can you see how this would be really helpful in making your cock nice and big for the big screen?” Jake nodded eagerly. “And this is just the start of it, Jake. I haven’t even gotten to the next part yet.” 

    While I was licking up and down Jake’s gigantic jock cock, I started cupping and gently playing with his balls. This shot electricity through Jake’s entire body. His chest puffed up as his head threw itself back. He was in pure ecstasy. I juggled his balls in my fingers and on my palm for a few moments while I made sure to hit every centimeter of his ever-growing cock with my tongue. Jake was letting out tiny whimpers and the occasional moan. 

    “Wow, Mr. Davidson mmmmmfuccckkk, this feels so much like what I would do with the girls back home. It’s wild that this is all part of the job once you become an ohhh fuckkk, an actor. I guess I just have so much to learn when it comes to this industry.” 

    “Yeah, Jake, you just need to do everything I say, and you will do just fine in this town,” I replied in between tongue strokes. With that, it felt like the perfect opportunity to take the massive cock in front of my face down my throat. Without giving any warning at all, I opened my mouth and swallowed Jake’s 10-inch mammoth cock whole. All the way down my throat. My eyes started swelling with tears. I started bobbing my head up and down, back and forth, feeling his cock throb against the back of my throat. 

    Jake could hardly believe what was happening. He was muttering to himself as he stared down at me. His eyes were filled with lust. “Well, Mr. Davidson, ahhh yes, wow I would have no idea what I was doing without your help. I cannot believe how fuuucckingggg lucky I am!” Without even realizing it Jake started slowly bucking his hips against my face. It was instinctual but you could tell it felt absolutely amazing to Jake’s dumb jock cock.

    Without a thought in his brain, Jake was fucking my face. Jake was just trying to get himself as hard as possible, and little did he know that he was making me hard as fuck too. “You know what Mr. Davidson, I really do oh fuckkk yeahhh see myself playing a lot of really strong and sexy jocks in high school and maybe even college. I don’t know about you but I can really see my look working well in those settings. Especially with your oh my fuckking god yes help in making me as tv ready as I can possibly be.” Jake’s ripped abs and v line were thrusting back and forth, sometimes driving all the way down to my nose. His 10 inches of thick jock cock was slamming the back of my throat, and I was taking it like a champ. 

    I released his cock from my mouth for a split second just to utter “Yeah Jake, you’re doing  great, I think we might be getting close to you being at your biggest, but lets keep going just to make sure!” I immediately suctioned back onto his cock. 

    “Yeah Mr. Davidson, I can tell that my  cock is almost there. Your throat is really doing a good job of enlarging it! That’s a really special talent that you have. I see why they pay you the big bucks!” At that point Jake grabbed the back of my head and started aggressively pulling my face against his ripped muscular body. He wanted his cock even further down my throat. “Fuck yeah Mr. Davidson, Its almost there, I just need to fuckkkinggg get it that much bigger. Yesss thats it, your slutty fucking throat is perfect, fuck yes.” 

    I could feel that Jake was about to cum, so I immediately removed my lips so I could admire my hard work. Jake released a low pitched moan, and had a slight look of disappointment on his face, though he was probably too dumb to understand why.  “ Wow Jake, look at that cock. I can’t believe how big it got. Its so so important that your cock looks like this off screen, because the camera will actually make it look a few inches smaller, so you need to be able to have this throbbing cock closer to 10 inches just to look average.” I gave Jake’s monster a squeeze. “And wow do you have that covered. I mean, once it gets big, it’s so impressive Jake.” 

    Meanwhile, Jake seemed in a bit of a haze. He grinned back at me as I was giving him compliments, but the desire for release had clearly taken over his body and mind. 

    “You know Jake, once you get on set you’re gonna be constantly getting your cock bigger, so your bulge really pops on screen. But that means that you’re gonna have to constantly be working with your show runner, usually me, to keep it up!” Jake, still barely paid attention, but his eyes filled with excitement when I said “but sometimes it’s gonna get to the point where you just need to release everything pent up inside your big huge cock!” Jake nodded his head in agreement. Clearly he had reached that point today. 

    “The problem is that we have to keep sets as clean and tidy as possible. There can’t be any messes anywhere. And that’s the responsibility of the show runner as well. So it’s up to us to help you with that release without making a mess.” I shrugged at Jake “and it’s common knowledge that the most efficient way to cleanly release your jumbo cock is to fuck your show runner up the ass and cum deep inside his tight hole.” 

    Jake looked at me, a little confused, a little scared, and a really turned on. “That’s actually really smart Mr. Davidson. If all my cum goes inside your asshole, there will be no mess!” I nodded back at him. 

    “You know Jake, since you already seem to be to the point where you need a release, why don’t we practice right now, so we can see if it will work on set?” 

    “That seems like a great idea Mr. Davidson!” 

    With that, I dropped my pants to my feet and kicked them off. Took a few steps forward until I was almost nose to nose with Jake, and then I did a 180 degree turn. I had a well developed bubble butt. One that people turned and stared at as I walked out of a room. Other than my talent for spotting young male talent, it was my best attribute. So needless to say, when I spun around, my ass brushed up against Jake’s throbbing cock, and he let out a slight moan.

    There was a thin layer of fabric stretched across my ass. My Armani briefs were hugging my fat ass perfectly, but I knew they had to come off to complete my mission. As my ass was facing Jake, I slipped my thumbs under the waistband of my briefs and slowly began to lower them over my mounded ass. 

    “Okay Jake, now its really important that you shove your massive cock as deep into my tight hole as you possibly can, then there is no way for you to make any mess as you cum.” 

    “You got it Mr. Davidson” Jake said eagerly, and without any warning, shoved all 10 inches of his perfect jock cock deep into my ass while I was still standing upright. “Hows that Mr. Davidson?” Jake questioned with a slight moan. 

    “Thats absolutely perfect Jake. You’ve lodged that big huge cock exactly where you needed to. Now you just gotta pretend like you’re fucking your girlfriend. That way you can deposit all your cum deep inside me.” 

    Jake did not need to be told twice. Jake placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed it down toward the ground. He then started the most perfect, not too fast, not too slow, perfect length strokes I had ever felt. And his cock felt like he was hitting multiple different g spots inside my ass. If this was how he fucked his girlfriend, she was the luckiest girl in the world. Every single thrust of his hips was pure ecstasy. I turned around as he was pounding my tight asshole, and the sight was something ill never forget. Despite Jake not really associating this moment as sexual in any way, his head was thrown back, his eyes were closed, and his muscular arm was folded behind his head, flexing his perfect bicep, as the other arm was pressed against my back, in what I can only imagine was to anchor himself during his deep hard thrusts. With each pump of his hips his mouth let go a soft but intoxicating moan. Sweat was beading all over his face and chest, and drops were slowly dripping down his perfect ripped abs. I could have cum loads just from that perfect view. 

    “Wow Mr. Davidson, this is really working, I’m already so close to emptying my balls!” Jake said with such excitement. I started to rock my hips in a circular motion, I knew Jake wouldn’t be able to contain himself. “Oh wow Mr. Davidson, fuckkk, that actually feels really, really, realllyyyy good!” Jake looked as though his eyes were going to roll back inside his head. 

    “Yeah Jake, holy fuckkkk yesssss I know all the secrets to getting my actors to perform at the top of their abilities, not just on set, oh shit it’s so deep, but at any point during filming.” At this point Jake was soaking wet from sweat. His body was shining under the lights of the interview room. It was as if I covered his body in oil. His cock never left my asshole. He was taking the “no mess” directive to heart. Not one drop of cum was going anywhere but deep inside of me. Well, at least not a drop of Jake’s cum. Jake did not seem to notice or care about the gigantic puddle of precum forming on the ground that my cock had been spitting out since the moment he shoved his massive rod into my gut. 

    “Wow, Mr. Davidson, I ohhhh fuckkk think I might be close to finally releasing,” Jake mumbled, clearly in a bit of a haze. The pleasure of what he was experiencing was overwhelming to his senses. All of a sudden, his hip thrusts increased in speed and power. His moans turned to grunts. His cock was hitting further inside me than I thought possible. “Fuck yes, I need I,t Mr. Davidson, I need to release, let me release deep inside your boypussy, Mr. Davidson, I want to cum so bad.” I could tell he was seconds away from cumming, so I gave my ass one more squeeze and shake. 

    Jake’s breathing increased, and his fist pushed hard against my back. And then I felt it. Rope after rope of warm cum shot deep inside my asshole. The cum filled my stomach. I could not believe how much cum Jake was releasing. Every time I thought he was done, another spurt would shoot out of Jake’s big dick. As soon as he had fully emptied his balls and his cock stopped twitching, Jake collapsed onto the floor. 

    “Wow, Mr. Davidson, that was intense. Hollywood is crazy!” His chest was still heaving from the heavy breathing. “I’m so glad you’re teaching me all these secrets. I’ll be a pro by the time I get on my first set.” 

    I turned to face Jake. A heap of perfectly sculpted muscle now lying on the floor. He looked like perfection personified. God, I have the best job. 

    “You are a natural, Jake. And don’t worry, if you do exactly what I tell you to do, I’ll make you a star!” 


    Thank you to everyone who reached out since I posted my last dumb jock story. I really love these stories. If you are curious about writing within this trope, give it a try! These stories are so fun and we need more authors doing it! 

    As always a huge shoutout to Elmara/sluttynaughtyjock for all the help on this chapter. I could not have done it without his input and motivation. 

    If anyone has any suggestions, I would love to hear them! Feel free to contact me via email or message me on my discord @ .kamm01

  • Hot Sex With My Uncle Joe

    My uncle Joe’s cock was in my mouth and he was holding my head and gently easing his knob to the back of my throat. I was a fairly innocent nineteen year old at the time and my gay uncle had been pestering me for a blow job for weeks so when he suggested that we could take in the sights of Ireland together in a camper van I said yes..

    “That’s it my lad take it, take all of my stiff cock and suck the stiffness out of it”.

    At that point I was gagging and he had to pull out a little.

    “You like your uncle’s cock don’t you Dean?” he asked.

    I mumbled yes and let my tongue lap sloppily around his hot throbbing shaft.

    He moved forward again , his big cock nudging slowly into my throat. This time I didn’t gag this time my throat opened up, relaxed and took his dick down.

    “You learn fast Dean, that feels so good lad” he said, holding my head down.

    His cock was in my throat for some seconds before he let it come up and rest on my tongue again.

    “Now my dick should be nice and slobbery wet for you to suck on lad” he said and it was true, his cock was dripping.

    I began sucking on it again, my tongue rolling lovingly around it, my hands clutching his excited balls.

    ” Now look up at me lad as you’re sucking my cock, let me see those pretty eyes”.

    I looked u at him, his face a picture of ecstatic pleasure, his pale blue eyes twinkling one moment and shut the next.

    “Oh! Fuck Dean! Your mouth looks so sweet with my cock inside it. Keep sucking you uncle’s cock, keep sucking lad”.

    I continued to look up at him as I really wallowed in the sheer stiffness and throb of his lovely big cock.

    “Holed! Where did you learn to suck cock like that. You’re a fucking expert . Oh! Sweet fucking hell your mouth is so hot”.

    I worked my tongue along his shaft, under his shaft  all over his gorgeous un cut knob and sucked it down my throat again which pleased him no end.

    “Fuck! You want your uncle Joe’ spunk don’t you lad? I can tell”.

    I nodded keeping his cock in my throat for a few more moments,

    When I pulled his prick out it was gloopy with saliva and dripping everywhere, the knob a glistening orb of pleasure that needed more sucking.

    I took the knob and ravaged it with my mouth and tongue, my hands rolling his balls about as he groaned like crazy.

    His eyes were closed tight his teeth biting his lip as I determinedly sucked for his spunk.

    With a shuddering moan and loud shriek my uncle began to come.

    “Oh! Fuck lad, you’re sucking me right off, Oh! Fuck! I’m coming I’m coming” and he he’d my head still as he unloaded a stream of cum into my sucking mouth.

    I held the spunk in my mouth as he continued to pump more spunk into my mouth. He was moaning the whole time and I was smothering his knob and shaft with cum as he drained his balls off.

    “Fuck! Lad! You are a fucking wild little cum slut/ Do you like your uncle’s cum?”

    I nodded, my mouth full of spunk and cock, my need now to swallow his juicy load as a thank you for letting me suck his dick even though he had been pestering me for ages to suck him off.

    I gulped his load down, my mouth still sucking the last drops of sperm from his balls.

    Uncle Joe pulled out of my mouth leaving a trail of jizz down my chin. He rolled onto his back, his hairy chest and belly heaving.

    I wiped my lips and lay beside him.

    He had his arm around me and was telling me what a great cock sucker I was whilst I began to wank my own cock off.

    “Here I’ll do that for you lad” he said and he gripped my prick and began to wank me as I lay eyes shut and savouring the taste of cum still in my mouth.

    It was only quick wank, I was so excited and ready to shoot and when I did my spunk shot out of me like a fountain landing back on my face and chest.

    My uncle gently licked at the cum on my face as he tossed the rest of my load out eventually pressing his creamy lips to mine and slipping his hot tongue into my mouth for a fantastic sensual cum flavoured kissing session that lasted some time.

    “Next time we are together like this lad I want to fuck you. I want my cock inside you deep and hot, Would you like that? Would you like your uncle fucking you?” you asked.

    “Oh! Yes!” I said, my arsehole twitching at the thought.

    Later that night my uncle had me sit on his face so that he could lick my arsehole. Boy was that fantastic, he had me moaning instantly with the expertise of his hot probing tongue. I’d never been rimmed before so the experience was mind blowing.

    He held my hips and rootled his tongue into me all the while making gratifying noises as he rimmed me good.

    “Now lad just lower yourself down on my stiff cock, your arse is nice and wet so should just slide down my prick with ease”.

    I felt the hot tip of his knob and lowered myself down on his cock as he suggested. It didn’t go in quite as easily as he had had me believe but with perseverance I managed to take all of his hot cock up my arse so that I was sitting on his balls.

    The fucker hurt like fury but I sat on it and kept myself as still as possible whilst I got used to the stretch of my arse.

    “Nice lad, really nice. I knew you could take it all.

    You’ve got a lot of cock up your arse lad a lot of hot cock” he said.

    “Yeah! ” I said gasping, “It’s really deep inside me”.

    “Now” he said bracing my hips “Rock back and forth and feel the pressure on your prostate, it will make you fucking tremble with pleasure”.

    I did as he said and at once felt a real pang of something intense that made me gasp.

    “Yeah! Dean you’ve found it you’ve fucking found your sensitive pleasure point. Now ride the fucker good” he said helping me to rise and fall on his prick.

    My arsehole was clawing at his cock, tightly pumping up and down on the solid meat as his knob continued to spank  my prostate.

    With his body jerking upwards to get all of his cock into me with every stroke I was in absolute gay bliss.

    “Oh! Uncle I didn’t know it could be like this. I’m loving you fucking me”.

    “It only gets better lad you’ll see” he said and he grabbed me roughly pulled his cock out and lay me on my back.

    “Now I can really fuck you Dean, really fuck your arse off”.

    With my legs stretched wide and a glob of spit on his cock and on my hole he pressed into me. His cock slid up me to the balls and he immediately began to fuck me faster than before, his balls sapping me with every heart felt thrust.

    “Fuck lad, that feels so good,, you hole is so hot and tight so fucking lovely. Are you glad you came on this beak with me? Do you lie your uncle fucking you?”

    Like it? I was in fucking raptures and he knew it.

    “Oh! Ooooh! Uncle it’s so nice. Oh! So nice, give me that big cock. Fuck me! Oh! Sweet fucking hell, fuck me more and more”.

    I had my legs wrapped around him, my arms holding his hot body as he rammed his cock to his cum crazy balls.

    I was muttering and moaning and taking his prick like I’d been fucked a million times and he was moving his lips over mine, his tongue lapping at them and finally slipping into my mouth.

    We kissed and fucked for some time, he paused a few times to stop himself from coming too soon and then eventually got me up on all fours and fucked me like a dog.

    He pressed my upper body down so that my arse was up in the air and he ravaged my arsehole like a fucking maniac.

    He was fucking me so fast at one point I thought he would get his balls lost inside me too, the man was a fucking legend.

    With my eyes shut I could really sense his cock and how good it was pleasuring me. The heat of it the stiffness the rampant uncontrollable thrusts that were making me whimper loudly. Now I wanted his cum to gush into me, to fill my arsehole so I pushed back on his prick as he pushed forward taking the smack of his pubic bone and the full length of his magnificent cock.

    My hand was on my cock wanking as he began to holler and unload his balls. I was aware of his cock jerking inside me, spurting it’s spunk up my arse as I groaned with pleasure.

    He held my hips tight and just let his prick cream up my arse, a creaming that seemed to go on for some moments.

    My arse muscles milked his dick drained his balls off and continued to contract and squeeze the sperm from his very soul.

    He pulled from me and got me down onto my back again. This time he was  going to suck me off.

    Feeling his lips on my stiff cock felt fantastic and when he swallowed half my cock and munched on it I was almost coming off. Down his throat went my prick where it nestled hot and horny and then out it came for a sensual sucking and wanking that had my spunk churning in my balls.

    My uncle looked up at me, my cock in his mouth, his tongue visibly lapping around and around my knob and shaft until I could hold back no longer.

    With little warning the cum leapt from my prick into his mouth and he went wild for it, slobbering and sucking my cock like a man who needed my cum to stay alive. Spunk was running from his lips as he continued to suck the sweet nectar from me.

    Eventually he came up for air and began to kiss me making sure I got a good taste of my own spunk.

    We spunk kissed for some time, our tongues rolling about, or cocks now drained but still throbbing.

    “Was that good for you lad? It was fucking epic for me”.

    I clung to his hot body, I knew the break would not involve a lot of sight seeing, I knew it would be a suck and fuck fest that I would remember all my life.

  • Hairy Body Art Work

    Étienne is an outstanding Belgian portraitist. You’d swear he was born with a pencil in his hands. Even before he entered kindergarten, he was sketching faces with a vivid resemblance. During a visit from his uncle Arthur, he noticed how his godfather’s cheeks were sporting a three-day beard. Fascinated by this interesting look, Étienne penciled a portrait of such accuracy that everyone encouraged him to pursue, offering himself or herself as a model. The drawings of his mother and his two sisters were not bad, but lacked a certain sparkle. Those of his father and his older brother, both sporting mustaches, triggered a spontaneous admiration: “We have to pay for drawing lessons; who knows, maybe Étienne will become a famous artist”, said the father.

    Throughout his primary and secondary education, the young artist took evening classes and made remarkable progress. Pencil lines now dance across the canvas, so well that his drawings often win first prizes. When Etienne turned 18, it was obvious that he was more at ease in weaving portraits of men not as they are, but as he dreams them to be: hairy and beefy. He can be described as apassionate illustrator capturing the essence of masculinity in a powerful and singular way. His works depict hairy, robust men, imagined and dreamed through a personal lens of virility, where strength and vulnerability coexist.

    Étienne’s drawings aren’t mere portraits; they’re vessels for the idealized versions of men he encounters, tinged with naivety and a hint of shyness. Each stroke is a quest to immortalize the essence of masculinity, capturing not just the stoic facade, but the whispers of vulnerability and hidden dreams that lie beneath. More than just drawings, his art work is a testament to a world where sensitivity and strength dance in harmony, a world built stroke by stroke, fueled by the fire of artistic devotion.

    At 20, Étienne is ready for his first solo exhibit in Brussels: Pour l’amour du mec poilu – Uit liefde voor de harige man (For the love of the hairy dude). He has meticulously printed close to twenty art works, ensuring quality, bringing every stroke to life on paper. Visitors can admire a furry gorilla, a beasty punk, a bodybuilder whose white jock straps contrast with his black hairy thighs, a policeman showing his furry butt eager to be fucked, two men kissing while frotting their hairy pecs, an army guy with a 9-inch (22.8 cm) pink hard-on contrasting with his furry stomach, a rising sun fighter cub, a series of hairy butt close-ups labelled Belgian, German, Swedish, Arab, and Canadian (looked like a lumberjack to me).

    To get into the mood for his artistic creation, Étienne invites at least three hairy guys whom he kisses passionately before sniffing their armpits, sucking their cock, eating their furry shit hole and fucking their awesome hairy butt. Each dude participates in the orgy, sometimes getting into fisting, BDSM or kinky sex. All the mature virile fun is captured on video and serves to inspire Étienne in giving a voice to awesome male hairy body parts.

    The detail of the artist’s drawings is breathtaking. Each one is a unique piece, designed to enrich any gay guy’s collection or bring character to his living or bedroom. Étienne meticulously prints his works to ensure exceptional quality, bringing every pencil stroke to life on paper. With each print, you don’t just receive art—you receive a story, a vision, and a glimpse into the artist’s world. I attended Étienne’s exhibit online, and what stands out is the love of masculinity, of virility that can be summarized in this statement: “Dude, mature, experienced, distinguished: a guy who has it all.” I did not hesitate to buy two prints: El Hombre and Furry Back. I want to hang them side by side on the wall at the foot of my queen size bed. Both show the kind of hairy ass that I love to kiss, sniff, caress, fun-spank and lick before tongue-twisting my way deep inside.

    El Hombre and Furry Back will be sent in a roll and I intend to either get them laminated or showcase them in a striking black metal frame. My plan is to present these two virile art pieces during a party attended by five or six hairy guys who like to wearing a jockstrap and to engage into rimming. After having sipped each a bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne, we will get undressed (except for the jockstrap) and position ourselves in a circle to sniff and eat a yummy ass hole. I know some of you think that rimming is a prelude to fucking. It may well happen. What I prefer is kissing a guy on the shit hole and on the mouth, back and forth – I find that so tasty –, then standing up to do cock fencing, and ending up by jerking off with frenzy.

  • Mark Stevens Goes to the Movies

    Mark Goes to Daddy’s Home For More Sex

    As Steve and I got out to the parking lot, he opened the door for me like he was picking me up for a first date. In a way it was, except for the blowjob I just gave him inside the theater ten minutes earlier. When you swallow a man’s cum, regardless of the location, I think that counts as a first date. I felt a little strange, but special when he opened the door for me.  

    As I slid into my seat, I realized I was going to a man’s house not knowing anything about him, except for the size and taste of his cock…and that he was a good kisser. What if his home is a BDSM dungeon? What if he has a boyfriend waiting there to torture me? What if I never come back and the only trace of me is my car parked at a gay porn theater? What do my family and friends think about that? What does my fiancée, Susan, think I was doing? Why did I agree to go to this man’s home with all these unanswered questions? 

    And then I remembered the size and taste of his cock. That’s why I was going. I wanted more of this distinguished gentleman; this hot daddy. I wanted to taste his cock, his balls, and his ass. I wanted my mouth around his prick and my tongue deep in his ass. And I wanted to be fucked by a man old enough to be my father. 

    As we drove to his home, he smiled at me and put his hand on my leg. Even though I’d just creamed in my pants at the theater, his touch made my cock jump again. I reached over to touch his crotch and fondle his cock even though I couldn’t touch it through his suit pants. I couldn’t wait to get his pants off to see what his balls looked like. And I really wanted to see this daddy’s bare-naked ass. In his suit he looked fit, so I kept thinking how hot his ass might be. 

    When his BMW pulled into his circle drive, I knew Steve had money. The home was one of those million dollar ones built for successful executives. Executives who had the kind of money to maintain an upper middle class lifestyle for a suburban family of four. Then send their kids to the best universities. And the kind of executive who could afford a mistress on the side, and/or a young fuck boy like me. The fact that he was looking for a “son” to play incest fantasies with was fine with me. By now, after sleeping with Susan’s father, I had my own “daddy” issues. 

    As soon as we entered the marble floor entrance to this beautiful home, Steve forcibly pushed me against the foyer wall, pressed his tongue deep inside my mouth, while locking his lips on mine. He started to unbuckle my belt. He unzipped my pants and let them drop to the floor. He moved his hand inside my boxers and started to firmly stroke my cock. I was still moist from creaming myself at the theater, but his grip on my cock didn’t seem to notice. He fondled my balls too. His kiss stayed on my lips for another few seconds. 

    Then his mouth left mine and he dropped to his knees while slipping my boxers off my untanned, creamy white ass. Steve put his mouth at the tip of my cock and started to lick along both sides of the shaft. When he reached around to hold my smooth ass cheeks with both hands, I thought I was going to faint. Damn, this daddy knows what he’s doing. With both hands I held his head tight while he went up and down on my cock. 

    “Oh, Steve, keep sucking. I feel great!” 

    “Mark, please call me ‘Dad or Daddy’, okay?” 

    That was the exact same thing Susan’s father asked me to call him. Apparently, the dad/son incest fantasy is somewhat common. I didn’t mind Steve asking me to call him Dad, because I have my own dad/son fantasies. Ones that I enjoyed very much. 

    By now, Dad was working his hands closer to my ass crack and his mouth closer to the base of my cock. I couldn’t hold my cum any longer. 

    “Oh, Dad, I’m going to cum. I’m going to shoot my cum, Daddy! I can’t hold it Dad. Here it comes!!!” 

    And I let him have it. All of it. The most cum I’ve shot since I fucked Susan’s father in his ass. Goddam it felt good. Steve went up and down on my cock one last time before standing to share some of my own cum with me. Knowing my cum was just in this daddy’s mouth and now in mine was so erotic. The taste was magnificent.  We kissed for a few minutes while holding each other. I’m hard now just thinking about it. 

    “Mark, son, I don’t want to take you back until I get to rim and fuck your ass tonight. We have several hours before my wife and daughters get home. Please Son, I need to fuck you.” 

    “Dad, I want to make you happy however I can. But the only way I can let you fuck me in the ass is if I get to fuck your hot ass, too!” 

    “I was hoping you’d say that Mark. God, yes I want your cock in my ass son. I’ve wanted son cock for twenty years. But, I’ve only had gay sex with guys my age. When I saw you at the theater, I couldn’t resist trying to seduce you. I needed a boy.  A boy like you. 

    Let’s get a quick shower and then I want to get rimming that sweet ass of yours baby,” 

    Other than taking showers in high school gym class, I’d never taken a shower with a man. In high school. I could have seen ten-inch cocks and I wouldn’t have felt a thing. Even my first gay experience with eighteen-year-old Brian wasn’t in a shower. He was only coming out of the shower without a towel when I was mesmerized by his huge cock. That was the first time I’d ever even had a gay thought.  Brian made it worthwhile.  But I digress. 

    Taking a shower with Steve was awesome. The shower was oversized and plenty big enough for both of us. We could soap each other, kiss, hug, and fondle our cocks, balls, and asses. Kissing my “Daddy” in the shower got me hard all over again. Holding his firm, tight ass in my hands knowing I’d have it in my mouth soon was boiling hot. 

    We dried each other off and quickly moved to the bedroom. I grabbed him and forced him face down onto the bed. I saw his firm, smooth ass cheeks and the manly slit in between them. I dove down to put my tongue in his ass making sure he didn’t move. I don’t think he wanted to move, but seeing Steve’s perfect ass, I wasn’t going to take any chances. As I put my tongue in his crack, he let out a loud moan. I knew he was going to like what I was about to do to him. I buried my tongue in his ass as far as I could. Deep.  Daddy deep. 

    “Oh, son, tongue my ass! Get me wet baby!” 

    I licked, sucked and ran my tongue down my Daddy’s ass until he was sloppy wet. God, I loved tasting this man. 

    “Dad, I need to fuck you now. I need to put my cock in your ass now. I love you, Dad. Can I fuck you now?” 

    “Oh, Mark, baby. I love you too. Please fuck my ass pussy. I need your cock in me. Do me son. My ass is ready for you baby.” 

    I removed my face from Steve’s pink asshole and mounted his hunky tanned ass. He used his hands to spread his ass cheeks opening wide for my cock to enter. 

    And that’s what I did. I pressed the head of my cock into the opening I’d just made wet with my tongue and mouth. Even though Steve had been with other men his age, his pussy was still tight. Maybe not as tight as Brian’s eighteen-year-old cunt, or Susan’s pussy, but tight enough. The first two inches went in slowly, but the rest of my cock slid quickly past the opening. That final push was enough to make me want to cum in Steve’s daddy ass, but I was able to hold back. I knew my Dad didn’t want this fuck to end that soon. We went to a slow rhythmic in and out pumping into his sweet ass. Each time my cock went deep into him, he would grunt and moan. Just hearing him make those animal sounds was enough to make me lose my load. 

    “Dad, I can’t hold this much longer. I’m about to cum, daddy.” 

    “Go ahead Son. Fill my ass with your boy cum. I need to feel your cock throb and cum in me.” 

    I pumped a few more times before I shoved my cock as far into my Dad as I could. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to me as I filled his ass with my cum. 

    I collapsed on to his back and let my wet cock rest on his ass cheeks still leaking my cum. I told him I loved him. Again. Of course, you can’t love someone after one ass fuck, but it did add to the fantasy of the situation. And in a taboo way, I did love him. 

    “I love you too, Son. Thanks for the ass fuck. You made Dad feel good. But I’ve still got a hard on and I need to fuck you badly. I want you to lie on your back and let me fuck you face to face. I want to kiss you and see you smile when we cum together.” 

    So, I rolled off of him onto my back spreading my legs like a horny teenage girl waiting for her first fuck. Steve went down to start licking my cunt getting it ready for his daddy cock. The feel of his tongue and mouth in my ass was more than exciting. I spread my legs even further to give him full access to my pink hole.

     “Oh fuck Dad that feels so good. Keep licking me Daddy. I want your cock in my ass.” 

    Steve moved up to put his fat cock in my ass. He didn’t wait to insert it slowly. He shoved all of it in with one push. I screamed, but not in pain. Having his cock ram my cunt was a feeling I can’t describe. Exhilaration. Ecstasy. Bliss. Yeah all those and more. Maybe it was knowing we were pretending to be father and son and my father was living out his incest fantasies. I don’t know. All I know is when he started pumping his throbbing cock into my ass pussy, I was in heaven. When he bent down to kiss me, I knew I was going to cum. 

    “Son, I’m going to cum inside you. I’m going to breed your ass baby boy.” 

    Once he started shooting his cum, I felt his juices completely fill my ass. What a feeling. I didn’t want his cock to ever leave my ass. It felt that good. When he did pull out, I held this perfect daddy in my arms not wanting to let go. We kissed for what seemed like forever and he kept telling me how much he loved me. How much he needed me. And asking me when could he see me again. 

    I went to a porn theater that day looking for a cock to suck. Or to get mine sucked. I wound up meeting a man who could fill my desire for daddy cock during my last full year at college. 

    As he dropped me back off at my car, he gave me his private phone number and email address. We made a date for the following weekend. As I was getting out of the car, he asked me if I had any interest in wearing stockings, garters, and panties for my daddy. 

    Oh yes, this could be fun…

  • Healerman

    Disclaimer -:

    This is a work of fiction. Names Characters, places and incidents included in this text are either the product of the author’s imagination or, if real are used fictiously. All statements, sexual activities, stunts, descriptions, information and material of any other kind contained herein are included for entertainment purposes only and should not be relied on for accuracy or replicated as they may result in injury

    Please have safe sex and be faithful to your partners IRL!


    Healermann

    Saving people, healing things!

    25th November 2024 at 4.30 p.m 

    Author’s Note

    This is a Homoerotic world war story set in an alternate universe where both magic and science co-exist side by side. Our main protagonist Smeathywick (33yrs old Handsome war veteran/ Healer) wants nothing more than to live a peaceful life writing his books and healing people, but there are two local noblemen who can’t control their lust for our handsome healer. They fuck him up badly, but Smeathywick can’t say no to them, partly because they are noblemen (and he is an orphaned commoner) and partly because there is a part of him that enjoy their sexual attention.

    One day Smeathywick is forced to rescue a mysterious drowning man in the river by his (sometimes faithful) sidekick and apprentice Marek. His sexual debauchary goes from bad to worse since that incident, thanks to his local Lordships being dicks.

    Meanwhile the “handsome mystery man” whom he rescued from drowning has Amnesia and therefore has no memory whatsoever of who he is, and since the man is extremely good looking, the two vulture lordships wants to have a peice of him ASAP.

    In addition to taking care of his patients now Smeathywick has satisfy the unquenchable sexual appetite of the two moblemen if he want to protect the innocence of his handsome patient, and as if all that is not enough, Smeathywick discovers about an intreguing mystery linked to his mysterious patient X as well.

    Will Smeathywick be able to solve the mystry surrounding the man while constantly being spitroasted by the two nobleman without sacrificing the innocence of his mysterious patient to the two vulture lords?

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    CHAPTER 1

    Healer Smeathywick was sorting through the patients test results in his office when the door suddenly burst open revealing Marek, his up to no good assistant all sweating and bubbling with excitement.

    Smeathywick had specially ordered Marek not to disturb him that evening while he was working on writing a chapter his new book (Compendium of Endemic Herbs to Southern Eskeria and Their Uses Against Infections), unless it was a matter of life and death. Smeathywick glared at his up-to-no-good apprentice. It was always like this when he sat down to write. Something  .Always .Happened.

    Marek ignored Smeathywick’s glare as he blurted into the room , the boy had no sense of manners. It wouldn’t have killed him to knock first. No he always had to blurt in to a room like some rampaging rhinoceroses .It had been like this for the last three months since that awful incident with Lord Remir ( Smeathywick’s cheeks warmed in shame  every time he thought of it). Marek had walked in on him while he was sucking  Remir’s cock, on his knees.

    Marek had tried to apologise to them but Remir had waved the apology off and continued to fuck Smeathywick’s mouth like some cheap slut in front of Marek as if it were nothing, until he came hard in Smeathywick’s mouth warm cum and spit running down his chin like a river……… And it didnt help matters two weeks later when he was discovered riding on Remier’s Cousin’s cock up the ass at the office.

    Smeathiwick imagined that whatever initial respect Marek must have had for his boss was now flushed out of the drain after those two incidents.

    Although he had expected that Marek would have visited him that night to fuck his ass to shreds, that had never happened. Maybe the boy was straight or else he had enough respect for him not to fuck him, considering that Smeathywick had healed him and taken him under his wing when he had suffered a fatal leg injury and was dismissed from the military with only three months of wages.

    But apparently that didn’t stop him from blundering into rooms without knocking and discovering his boss (occasionally) in humiliatingly compromising  situations.

    “Thought I said not to disturb me, Marek “. Smeathywick said in an exasperated voice.

    “Unless it was a matter of life and death ” Quoted Marek with excitement. It was one of Marek’s best qualities , he paid attention to every word he said. He would make an excellent healer in time , if the he could care enough to polish on his rustic edges.

    “Whats happened”. Smeathywick asked wearily.

    “There is a body in the river”, Marek blurted out, “well technically not a body yet, ‘cause he was still trying to swim out of it.

    Healer Smeathywick felt sick in the stomach, ten years of serving in the military in the capacity of a healer hadn’t made him forget how gruesome and bloody death could be. It had only made him feel more vulnerable at the inevitablility of death.

    “Where, up stream or down the falls?”, Smeathywick asked grabbing his emergency medical kit. If it was down the falls there was no hope because the person would be battered into bits on the rocks.

    “Up the river of course” , Marek answered impatiently , “the last I saw him he was struggling to reach the shore but non of the fisher-folk were willing to lend him a hand”.

    With the continental war  going on for the past 15 years , and Northern Eskeria being the southern war front of the continent, it was decreed that no suspicious person could be approached or aided without the obtaining prior clearance from the Army ,on the penalty of death. It was for the safety of the citizens Smeathywick Understood that but it made doing a healer’s work right pain in the rear region.

    Any suspicious activity or personnel had to be reported to the Army immediately.

    Therefore it was no wonder that the fishermen didn’t choose to intervene, and also from time to time there would be the occasional spy from the leftists gathering information, luring and murdering locals here and there leaving the sympathies of the locals for any stranger very low.

    It was evident from the blubbering and blustering of the young man that he wanted Smeatywick to go and save the drowning man.

    Marek had been an excellent swimmer prior to the war, but since his got leg injury Marek could hardly even manage three laps in the pool without causing himself immense pain, or else enemy or not, he would have rushed off to the rescue. The brat was dense in that way.

    In his current condition there was no way Marek could manage to save the man alone.

    “Well hurry up will you healermann! the bloke wouldn’t wait for ya”,  called Marek impatiently while Smeathywick was busy checking his medical kit.

    “All right I’m coming! I’m comin!”, called out Smeathywick hurrying out of the room.

    “I told the stable boy to take the horse out” Marek said as Smethywick ran down the stairs. He followed Smeathywick with his slight limp in his left foot. No matter how well smethywick had treated him one of Mareks legs would always be short and he would have a slight limp for the rest of his life .

    The stable boy was ready with the horse at the front door.

    “You stay here”. Said Smethywick turning towards Marek before climbing on the horse.

    “No way boss!”  Marek said , climbing from behind with a grimace,clutching him tightly from the shoulder. The stubborn bastard, it was apparent that his bad leg was troubling him, but there was no way of talking sense to Marek when he started acting like this,beside there was no time to argue, so Smeathywick rode the horse silently into the streets.

    “Which way?” Smethywick asked breaking the silence, riding in haste towards the river.

    “ He was up at the servers bridge when I first saw him. It’s like five minutes ago, so we go down up to the second bridge and try to catch him from there?”

    Yes that was the plan.

    “The sky was heavy set with grey clouds but thankfully the streets were deserted. Suddenly a cold wind  blew towards them, flinging all the dust and debris on the streets in their eyes. It was as if the universe didn’t want to allow them to reach the river. But Smeathywick didn’t pause. Soon they were riding along the river.

    As Smeatywick and Marek drew closer to the river bed, they could see the drowning man’s head bobbing up and down water, he was desperately trying to keep his head above the water, clutching on to a piece of driftwood for dear life. Apparently the river currents were too strong for the man to swim towards the shore without some help. It seemed as the man was almost at the end of his strength.

    It took them another five minutes or so for them to reach the Server’s bridge and when they did Smethywick sprang down from the horse, discarded his trousers and shirt and plunged headlong in to the river only wearing his waist cloth.

    Leaving all of his firm muscular buttocks exposed for anyone to see but there was nothing to be done about that.  At the very least it covered his puckered arse hole.

    The coldness of the water hit him hard so much so that he felt as if he had been electrocuted. His brain felt numb from the inside. with his arse hole clenched shut from the freezing cold Smeathywick swam towards the drowning man. He was holding on the piece of driftwood with one arm while clutching clutching some sort of backpack with the other.

    Smeathywick dived towards him from behind and gripped the man in a dead lock( because it was the stupidest thing you could do to go to and grab a drowning man from the front).The man gasped in surprise and started kicking Smeathywick very hard.

    “Its okay, I am trying to help………”, Smeathywick gasped trying to maintain his grip on the drowning man, while at the same time vying to stay clear of the man’s kicking range.

    “Take ….take the bag and leave…it is very….. important….the bag must…. reach…. Intelligence…”, The man blurted gasping. 

    He pushed the backpack towards Smeathywick but he was having none of that. His job was saving people and healing them. Smeathywick dodged the bag and started swimming towards the shore with the man in tow.

    “AAAAAAAAAH!”

    The man gave an animistic yell seeing his precious backpack float away from him, he pushed Smeathywick away with an inhumane yell and started to grab at the bag blindly underwater.

    It caught on Smeathywick’s waistcloth and unconsciously gave it a pull tearing  it away.

    Smeathywick swore making a grab at the backpack and holding the man with the other but the man had Swallowed a copious amount of water in his mouth during his struggle, and was  on the verge of becoming unconscious .They were both sinking and Smeathywick was reaching the end of his strength.

    Smeathywick Cursed, they were getting dangerously close to the bridge. It was too soon. Smethywick started kicking madly towards the shore. They had to reach the river bank before they passed the bridge because after that the water would gain momentem flowing towards the rapids and the falls.

    Marek seeing that the healer and the man were in trouble , undressed and jumped into the river. 

    His leg was hurting like one son of a bitch but l the freezing coldness of the water managed to numb the pain somewhat. He let the river current do the most work and started cicking only when he was in angle with them .Reaching them on time Marek grabbed the man from one arm while smeathywick grabbed him from the other and started towards the shore.Between them they managed to carry the man to the shore but smeathywick was worried the man had swalloqed too much water and was unconcious.He hoped that he wasnt dead.

    Now that they were coming ashore smeathywick took his first proper look at the hunky man. He was  tall well past six feet and muscular than both him and Marek combined so it was no wonder that it had taken both of their combined strengths to pull him out. He was quiet good looking Smeathywick noticed in some hand me down hunky sort of way, with coal black hair and olive skin tone.

    They laid him down the rocky river bed and Marek checked his pulse placing his head on the man’s chest. He shook his head sadly signaling Smeathywick that there was no pulse .

    “No!” said Smethywick rising from the water. His waist cloth was gone and he was stark naked, but he disregarded the fact and bent over the man loosening his shirt to check the heart beat.

    Marek blushed as smeathywick bent down flashing his ass cheeks so close to his face. That was a fine ass, hairless and firm with a well fucked pink asshole now clenched shut from the cold. Now He understood perfectly why Lord Richard and his Cousin were both fucking the healer so much.

    He felt his cock too was hardening beneath his flimsy white jock, He blushed trying to push himself away from the sight, but he couldn’t move  because his leg felt numb as if a piece of lead has been tied on to it. So he gave in to his lust and started tugging his cock discreetly.

    Smeathywick placed two fingers against the man’s carotid to feel the pulse. Marek had been wrong there was a very faint trace of pulse ever growing weak in him.

    Smethywick felt panicked himself not because of the fact that he was completely naked in the open but because a stranger was dying in front of him while he couldn’t save him. He turned towards Marek only to discover him now openly masturbaiting looking at his ass hole.

    Despite himself smeathywick felt like laughing, at the sight of Marek, his tension went away like it had never been .with his head clear he recalled reading something about new techniques of treating of drowned people in one of the news sheets while he had visited Eskeron, the capital city of Eskeria.

    The article explained a technique called CPR which involved in clearing the air way of the drowned person , emptying the body from the excessive ingested water as much as possible ,mouth to mouth respiration and chest compressions to regulate the heart rate and the blood flow.

    But the technique was non NDA approved or tested by the medical council, but a man’s life was at stake and he could not just sit by while the man passed away.

    Without delay he followed up on the process . Suddenly the mans whole body  jerked upward coughing .Carefully Smethywick turned his patient to the side so he could pass all the water out. After a few minutes his condition stabilized. And  the man turned towards the naked smeathywick

    The man had a merry pair of dark blue eyes he noticed as they focused on his face dreamily. 

    “Thank you Healer “,he said drowsily before collapsing into a very deep sleep.

    Meanwhile Unbeknown to them, Lord Remir had watched their little rescue mission from the guard tower at the bridge. He had been planning to knock up on the sexy healer that night, but seeing the healer  fully naked outside rescuing a fugitive had made him feel both angry and horny at the same time.

    Angry because the healer had violated a direct military decree in broad daylight and horny because the healer was fully naked out in the open without a care in the world. This serious lawbreaking had to be punished, Beside the healer would have been in real danger had it been a real Herman spy in disguise. So he ordered six of his men who had been begging his permission for years to plow the sweet asshole of the healer to go and apprehend him.

    Remir laid only two rules upon his men, one they do no lasting harm on the healer, two they fuck that puckered asshole hard and bring the healer home before the ninth hour of the night.

    That left the  men roughly five hours of hard fucking and that would be a fine punishment for the healer.

    Marek was pulling his clothes back on when the six soldiers suddenly appeared from the forest road.Their ignored Marek completely and turned towards still naked smeathywick.

    “Complements from Lord Remir to the healer for the picturesque rescue mission” , their leader said mockingly, pointing towards the horse drawn cart beside the road.

    “And you Healer Smeathywick are under arrest!”

    “No ,Smeathywick said, “you cant arrest us. we have to take my patient to the healing house”

    “Us??” Said Marek to Smeathywick, “he said only you were under arrest”, He looked at the burly Captain questioningly.

    The soldier nodded with a sneer turning towards Smeathywick who was now desperately trying to locate his trousers. “You are under arrest on the charges breaking martial law and let us see ,the man said with a hint of a grin toward Smeathywick. 

    “The cart is for your assistant and the man you rescued, they can leave for the houses of healing and now you would come with us to receive] your punishment”

    “M-My punishment?”, Smeathywick Stuttered. Of course he had broken military law so the punishment would be forthcoming , instantly in this case it seemed. He gulped thinking and dreading what this punishment could be.

    He looked at Marek for some help but he was busy loading the sleeping man into the cart with the help of a soldier and he was actively avoiding Smeathywick’s eye! Soon the man was packed in to the cart and Marek rode away with the reins. 

    The ungrateful bastard  hadn’t even protested about him being arrested!

    Smethywick was only wearing his shirt and still hadn’t located his trouser when two soldiers came up behind him and grabbed his hands.

    “Please spare me a moment till I locate my trousers”

    It only dawned on smeathywick when the six of them started to roar in unison that he was going to be gang banged.  

    “Don’t worry you won’t be needing trousers till tomorrow morning.”

    “Smethywick felt himself going red, but there was nothing to be done it was clear that he was going to be gang fucked by these six soldiers

    At a last desperate attempt he asked from the closest soildger, “does does lord Remir know what you guys are going to do to me?”

    “Yes he does,” sneered the solider placing a well aimed spank on his bottom, “it was Lord Remir who ordered your punishment”. He laughed

    If it was Remir who had ordered this punishment fuck, there was nothing he could do but get ass fucked. His cock started to rise betraingly at the thought of these six soliders cocks

    His buttocks were stinging, but another hand began stroking his bottom parting his ass cheeks. A finger entered his asshole probing inside . His asshole had not been fucked for about three weeks and the dry finger fuck was making him clench his hole

    But there were six horny soldiers surrounding him who were ready to slam pound the shit out of his ass. so he no choice but bend over and present his ass to the men. wider he opened his ass hole was better in the long run .

    “Not here…….,Its too close to the road”

    “Go and bend over there,” the captain ordered pointing to a twisted tree ,in the thickets, with two branches like a v just above the ground.It was a secluded spot covered with trees somewhat inside a like a cove

    So Smeathwick discarded his shirt and walked fully naked towards the secluded spot,  with his semi hard dick weighing down. He bent over the tree and looked fearfully back at those soldiers , who were pulling their cocks out from the trousers

    “Damn! look at those butt cheeks”.one of the soldiers said, “we are in for a real treat”.

    Smethywick grabbed the tree hard when the first soldier came towards him .The man dropped  his trousers to his ankles taking his fully hard cock out and slammed it inside dry without even bothering to spit.

    Smethywick screamed as the soldier’s seven inch cock battered midway up his rectum,in a single swipe. 

    “Take it out! Take it out!” ,  he sobbed , disloging himself from the cock and stoking his ass hole.

    The soldier grabbed smeathywick angrily turning him to face him.

    ”Listen up you filthy little shit, this aint your joy ride , this fuck is for your punishment you take it as we give it, understood?”

    “Now turn around and present your ass to us.”

    Mortified Smeathywick nodded, and turned around and presented his arse again for the soldier .This time Some other soldier brought a rope and started tying his arms to the tree. Now he was helpless against the six sadistic soldiers

    There was nothing to be done, so Smeathywick spread his legs wide. And the soldier cock entered him again , this time he didn’t pause midway but slammed his cock all the way in.

    Meanwhile some other soldier was facing him  with his hard cock he knew what was to be done and opened his mouth up for the cock to slam in obediently.

    Now he was being split roasted by two hunky soldiers while four others were watching and waiting for their chance at his mouth or arse. precum was leaking down from Smeathywick’s  half hard cock which swayed half limp like a branch in the wind.

    Then suddenly the cock up his arse withdrew and his arse hole started winking open and closed at the sudden emptiness  but he didn’t have to wait for long because another soldier entered him from behind. This cock was longer but thinner than the previous one but the man was a power fucker and didn’t wait for smeathywick to adjust for his cock and started fucking like an automaton, but smeathywick couldn’t squirm because of the cock stuffed up his mouth.He felt tears running down his face.

    The soldier up his arse fucked him up for about twenty minutes like this and then withdrew. The man had been super careful not to come withdrawing his cock completely when he was close to cumming.

    The next soldier had a bigger cock than both the previous ones , but Smeathywick s arse had widened enough from the two cocks before so he didn’t feel much pain. He was now feeling horny and feeling only the pleasure of the cock after being opened by two cocks. So he opend his legs wide for the soildger welcoming his cock.

    And when the next cock withdrew from his mouth he squirmed and begged them fuck him harder.

    The other soldiers laughed, but hearing his plea the soldier fucking his arse started to really give it to him good Pounding him good.

    “You like breaking martial law ,  don’t you? you like rescuing fugatives!” he said slamming his cock hard in. “well here is what you will get from the soldiers” ,he said panting, “from now on when you brake the law”

    After a while he withdrew and another soldier swapped in, this cycle continued and  smeathywick lost the count of how many times the soldiers had fucked his mouth and arse but he was sure that at least every soldier had fucked him up twice in the mouth and arse. still he was horny and none of the soldiers had cummed yet.

    And finally after about two hours of fucking no one was fucking his arse anymore. The six soldier were jacking their cocks forming a semicircle in front of him . And then they came up, one by one jacking their cocks on his face. 

    He was told to open his mouth and within two minutes five warm cum shots coated his face. But the captain got a hold of him from the hair and started slam fucking his mouth until he came. while smeathywick was gagging and choking up on his cock.

    “Swallow that cum up and clean my cock ” the captain ordered,looking into Smeathywick’s eyes. So smeathywick had no choice but to drink the gooey cum from the captains tap and clean all the cum from it. And soon taking the captain’s example, the other five soldiers came up and smeathywick with their cum coated cocks and ever the obedient slut Smeathywick cleaned their cocks as well.

    Two soldiers untied him from the tree while the others put their cocks away.Smeathywick felt battered and weak and his wrists were red from the ropes.His ass felt as if molten iron had been poured in.

    “Twenty minutes break men until the next fuck session”, the captain announced to his men.

    Healer smeathywick stared up at the captain in horror while he and the soldiers started laughing but his cock ever the betrayer rose up in delight at the prospect of more fucking. Smeathywick laid himself down and started jacking his cock staring glassy eyed up at the sky.

    To be continued…..

  • Family Affair

    Hi, I’m Carter, 

    I’m Carter, a 21-year-old guy who’s unapologetically feminine in all the best ways. It shows in the way I move and the way I speak—it’s just who I am. I’ve never been afraid to embrace my softness and playfulness. In fact, I love the charm that comes with it. I guess that’s part of what makes me so effortlessly endearing to people, or at least that’s what they tell me. Standing at 5’9″, I have a lean, graceful build. I think my movements are fluid—there’s a certain rhythm to them, whether it’s the way my hands gesture when I’m excited or the gentle sway of my hips when I walk. It’s natural to me, and I like to think it’s part of my appeal.

    My appearance is something I take a lot of pride in, and I like experimenting with fashion to express who I am. One day, you might catch me rocking a colourful scarf or an oversized jacket, and the next, I’m all about perfectly styled hair—usually with just a little tousle to give off that “I woke up like this” vibe. My style is a mix of high fashion and streetwear. I love to play with pastels, bold patterns, and accessories that really makes my personality pop. My eyes are big and expressive, and I usually frame them with a bit of makeup to highlight my features—nothing heavy, just enough to add some definition and make them stand out. It’s soft, but it gets noticed.

    I’ve got a quick wit and an infectious laugh, which I’ve learned is the best way to disarm people. On the outside, I might seem delicate, but trust me, my personality is anything but fragile. I’m fiercely loyal to the people I love, and my heart is huge—even if sometimes I hide my insecurities behind a joke or some sarcasm. I’ve never been one to back down from standing up for others, whether it’s defending my friends or speaking out for LGBTQ+ rights. I’ve got a soft, melodic voice that can shift from bubbly enthusiasm to quiet seriousness when the situation calls for it.

    But I think what’s most important to know about me is that I’m proud of who I am—proud of my femininity and the way I embrace it. I’m not just surviving; I’m thriving, and I’m not about to let anyone take that away from me.

    I have an older brother, his name is Vincent, 

    Vincent, my older brother, is a 25-year-old straight male with a more traditional, masculine presence. At 6’2″, Vincent is tall, broad-shouldered, and athletic—his build is the result of years of playing sports and staying active. He carries himself with a quiet confidence that comes from being grounded in who he is. With dark, short-cropped hair and a few tattoos on his forearms—each one meaningful to him—Vincent gives off the aura of someone who is tough but approachable.

    He doesn’t waste words, but when he speaks, it’s with a calm authority that demands respect. His voice is deep, steady, and often paired with a half-smile, a trademark of his easygoing demeanour. While he enjoys the more traditional things in life like beer, sports, and motorcycles, he’s far from the stereotype of the cold or emotionless “tough guy.” Vincent has a soft spot for his family, especially Carter, whom he’s protective of. Despite their contrasting personalities, Vincent’s bond with Carter is unshakable—he’s fiercely loyal, always making sure Carter knows he has his back, whether it’s dealing with problems at school or dealing with people who are less than accepting.

    Vincent is a good listener, though he’s not always great at offering emotional support in the way Carter might want. Instead, he shows his affection through acts of service—fixing things around the house, giving Carter a ride, or sharing a quiet moment while watching a game together. He has a dry sense of humour and isn’t always the most expressive when it comes to emotions, but the love he has for his younger brother is undeniable. He doesn’t understand every aspect of Carter’s life, but he respects him and is always there to make sure his brother feels safe and supported.

    since I was 13 I’ve been fantasizing about him naked, I jerk off fantasizing about him all the time, I’ve heard him and his girlfriend having sex before and I have jerked off to that every time I hear them, since they broke up he hasn’t seemed devastated or upset just weirdly more sexual, then one day this happened…

    i was walking out of the bathroom and toward my room down the hall as my brother was walking past so i decided i would say “Hey”

    C=Carter, V=Vincent

    C: Hey

    V: What do you want?

    C: I just wanted to say ‘Hey’

    V: Oh, well hi, I’m going to shower

    C: Ok, no worries

    just then he strips in the hallway down to his underwear in front of me then tosses his clothes at me and says..

    V: can you put these in the wash for me?

    C: yea sure…, what about those? (I say pointing to his underwear)

    Vincent then stops and drops his underwear to the floor and tosses them at me

    V: uh yeah, sure, wash these too

    C: ok, no worries

    then my dick begins hardening in my black short-shorts (I am wearing a pink polo shirt and black short-shorts) then my brother notices my bulge beginning to grow

    V: is that your dick I see bulging in your pants?

    C: uh, no (I say I start to hurry away to the laundry room)

    V: sure, whatever weirdo, (he then mumbles under his breath: ‘fuckin fag’)

    I walk around the corner to the laundry room and drop Vincent’s shirt and pants in the wash but hold onto his underwear and sniff them and it makes my cock bulges almost painfully hard against the fabric of my shorts, by now my brother is in the shower, as I’m walking down the hallway toward my room I stop outside my room and see the bathroom door left open and hear my brother, Vincent, fapping and moaning, I toss my brothers underwear into my room as I sneakily continue down the hall to the doorway of the bathroom, I peak around the corner to see if I can see anything and my eyes are met with my brother standing in the shower slowly stroking his rock-hard cock with his eyes closed, I gasp, my brother hears this and darts his eyes open and sees me standing, peeking in the doorway, I try and dart back out of the doorway

    V: Oh hey, I was wondering when you were gonna come and watch me..

    C: -no response-

    V: you can come in, I saw you, I’m not mad..

    I walk into the bathroom and immediately start apologising for spying

    C: I’m so sorry Vincent, I didn’t mean to spy on you, you just left the door open and I heard you moaning and just wanted to investigate..

    V: no, it’s okay Carter, I left it open on purpose (a grin appears across his face)

    i stopped and stared at my naked aroused brother and just stood there stunned and confused

    V: I left the door open cause I was super horny and wanted some help, so come on, come over here..

    Some sort of trance takes me and begin slowly walking over to my brother

    V: Wanna touch it? I want you to touch it (he says looking at me then down to his cock then back at me)

    C: uh, I mean I want to but you’re my brother..

    V: I know, but I also know you wanna touch it

    so I walk over to my brother and put my hand up to his cock, then reach for his cock as my hand comes into contact with his dick I jerk back a bit and then reach back forward and wrap my hand around my brother’s hard cock

    V: moans Mmmm yes, Carter, stroke it for me

    C: ah sure…

    I begin to stroke my brother, my own cock bulging painfully in my pants, straining against the fabric of my shorts, lost in a trance, just staring at my brother’s cock, mouth slightly agape while stroking his cock

    V: Yeah, you seem to be enjoying that, bet you’ve imagined that while you stood outside my door hearing me and my ex fucking, haven’t you?

    C: what? no.. I’ve never stood outside of your door

    V: come on Carter, you can tell me

    C: No, Vincent, I’ve never stood outside of your door, i mean yeah, I’ve heard you and your ex having sex but I was always in my room or in the living room when I heard it, never standing outside your door..

    that’s when I broke eye contact with his cock but I started looking into his eyes trying to convince him that I was not lying while still stroking his cock slowly

    V: come on you can tell me the truth!

    C: No I never stood outside of your door!

    i get mad and begin to leave-

    C: whatever, I’m going-

    V: no wait, don’t leave!

    then as i let go of his cock and begin to leave, he grabs my arm as i turn away and i trip and fall down face first

    C: thump Ow..

    V: oh shit, you ok?

    as i fall my shorts slip down a bit and expose my tight pink hole to my brother

    V: oh…

    C: oh god, ow

    V: oh fuck, you ok bro?

    C: yea I’m ok, just falling to the floor hurts, can you imagine?

    V: haha, yea, here lemme help up

    My brother reaches his arm out to help me up and as he helps me up I feel his hard cock brush against me

    C: thanks

    V: no worries, now wanna get back to helping me?

    C: Yeah I guess I never finished you off huh?

    as I look down at my brother’s hard cock, that’s when I decide to get on my knees and decide to start deepthroating and sucking his cock 

    V: oh shit!, I had you stroking my cock cause I thought that was ok, but you’re my brother and now you’re sucking my cock

    C: –I stop sucking his cock for a sec and say..- yea I know but I really wanted to suck your cock –then I return to sucking his cock– 

    V: oh shit, I mean it does feel really fucking good, Mmmmm, fuck yes, don’t stop, that feels so good

    C: -continues sucking his cock-

    V: oh fuck, I’m gonna cum

    that’s when my brother stops me, pulls my mouth from his cock, stands me up, spins me around and bends me over, pulls down my pants and spits on my ass a few times before using his cock to smear his spit on my hole

    C: oh shit, uh you sure you wanna do this Vincent, I am your brother..

    V: yes I’m sure, I can’t hold back anymore, I wanna fuck your ass

    so my brother thrusts his hips forward and balls deep into my ass, and it doesn’t hurt at all, no struggle, no pain, it’s like my ass was made for my brother’s cock

    C: Oh fuck yes! –starts to moan with every thrust

    V: oh fuck your hole feels so good on my cock

    C: -continues moaning-

    V: Mmmm fuck yea, I’m gonna cum

    hearing my brother say that makes my own throbbing hard cock bust handsfree and all over the floor in front of me and onto my shorts which are around my knees, and my ass clenching with every shot of cum I shoot around my brother’s hard cock which is thrusting in and out of my ass

    V: oh fuck I can feel your ass tightening around my cock, are you cumming! Mmm fuck, I’m about to cum..

    C: – I moan finishing my own orgasm and continue moaning feeling my brother about to finish in my ass-

    V: I’m cumming! ah fuck!

    i start to feel my brother’s cock shoot big thick ropes of cum deep into my ass, 4,5,6 then 7 big thick ropes pf cum fill my hole, that’s when Vincent pulls out and says

    V: no-one can know about this

    C: of course

    Vincent then goes to his room and closes the door, I pull my pants up and head to my own room, flopping onto my bed and passing out…

    until next time with my brother.. because something tells me that isn’t the only or last time he will use me..

  • Camping with Uncle Tony

    My eyes felt heavy as they stared into the bright light of the campfire. Uncle Tony and I had finished our meal of beans and crackers and were sitting quietly under the dark, tall silhouettes of pine trees. The air smelled clean and hearty, but no natural beauty could distract me from the nearby memory of my beefy uncle rubbing his bare, hairy taint over my dick. As I stared into the flames, I contemplated everything I thought I knew about my family, being a man, and my sexuality. 

    I’ve always felt so much shame about myself, comparing myself to all of the men in my family who seemed so stoic and tough. I thought that because I was so sensitive and driven by my emotions, I was less of a man; especially because I knew I was gay. Uncle Tony, in my eyes, was the perfect example of what a man should be: handy, tall, strong, and sharp. I always assumed he judged me for being so effeminate. I told myself that if any of them, especially my uncle, found out I was gay, I’d be banished from the family forever. But now, after blowing my load beneath Uncle Tony, I was starting to wonder if I’d been wrong all along. 

    My deep contemplation was interrupted by the baritone voice of my father’s brother and my mentor for the week.

    “W’ya got your head in the clouds there, kid?” he said.

    “Oh- uh, haha, sorry. Nothing,” I stumbled to say.

    “Whatever you say, man,” my uncle said, shaking his head and laughing at me. “Hey, take a swig of this. It’ll chill you out.”

    He handed me a strangely shaped bottle made of metal, very flat with a slight curve. I undid the cap and took a swig, gulping it down before realizing whatever was inside burned like acid.

    “Blegh, what the hell was that?” I said, wincing and wiping my mouth.

    Uncle Tony was doubled over, laughing at me as I felt the burning travel into my chest, and then my stomach.

    “C’mon man, it’s whiskey!” he said, still chuckling. “You tellin’ me you never took a swig outta your old man’s liquor cabinet?”

    “No…” I said, feeling my face get hot.

    “Man, you’re a good kid, Brady. When I was your age, I was drinkin’ every day. You can take another sip if ya want to.”

    I took another swig, unsure if I really wanted to, but determined to earn his respect. This time, I was prepared for the taste of the alcohol, and let it pour over my tongue slower. I swallowed gently, shutting my eyes tightly as the whiskey made its way down my throat. I made eye contact with my uncle, who was leaning to the side, giving me a sweet smile as he watched me choke down the liquor. His flannel shirt was unbuttoned to his chest, and his tight jeans wrapped around his bulging thighs. He looked like such a stud, and I felt embarrassed for myself, wearing my shorts and a t-shirt, looking like a kid. I handed the flask of whiskey back to him, noticing the feeling of falling in my stomach as I leaned forward.

    “Thanks, cutie,” he said as he took it, making my stomach drop.

    I looked at my feet, not saying anything, feeling my uncle’s eyes on me.

    “You okay, kid?” he asked.

    I scratched my neck, staring at the ground, doing anything I could to avoid looking at him. I felt my eyes welling up and my throat getting tight, but I just couldn’t let myself cry in front of him. I never cried in front of anyone.

    “Yeah… I just- I just feel pretty lame, that’s all,” I said, forcing the words out.

    Uncle Tony sat up straighter, looking into my eyes over the campfire. He asked why I felt lame with an empathetic tone, a voice I wasn’t used to hearing a man use. At first, I didn’t know what to say, and then, all at once, the truth started flowing out before I could stop it.

    “I just want you to like me, and I know I’m not super masculine and I know I’m not cool, but I really just want you to like me. It’s so lame I’ve never had alcohol before, and I’m so embarrassed that I fucking came all over myself while we were goofing around and I’m just-“

    “Woah, woah, kid, slow down!” he said, cutting me off.

    I was practically panting, shocked at how much just spilled out of me like a barrier was lifted between my mind and my mouth.

    “Look, Brady, I’m not judging you, okay? I promise. You can just be yourself, alright?”

    “Okay…” I said, unsure if I believed him. “You don’t think I’m a fairy?”

    “WOAH!” he said, his jaw dropping. “Damn, dude, nobody said that. Of course, I don’t. Well… maybe, but not in a bad way.”

    “I knew it!” I said, putting my head in my lap and crying.

    It felt like all of my fears were coming true, that my uncle thought I was gay and was going to hate me for it, just as I suspected. As I sobbed, I was startled to feel a hand on me, gently moving up and down the expanse of my back. I couldn’t look at him and kept sobbing into my lap.

    “Hey, buddy… it’s okay! I promise!” he said.

    “You think I’m gay! Nothing is okay!” I said, screaming into my lap through my tears.

    “Yeah, maybe! Who fucking cares! I’m gay too!” he said, his words ringing in my ears as if they were echoing throughout the forest.

    My sobbing came to a halt, and it felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was stunned, in shock and disbelief at what I’d just heard. I slowly picked my head up, my face wet with tears and snot, my throat dry and my eyes heavy. I looked up at Uncle Tony, who looked down at me. We stared at each other, silently, as I caught my breath. I could see a strange expression on his face, one of empathy and reluctance.

    “Really?” I said, my voice cracking.

    “Yeah, dude…” he said, breaking eye contact as he continued stroking my back. “I mean, shit… I’m not married, have no kids, I practically live in the woods. What’d you think?”

    I just looked at him, unsure what I could say, and then, out of my control, I started sobbing again, collapsing into his chest. This time, I was crying tears of relief.

    “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, okay? Honestly, I’ve never told the family… especially not your dad,” he said, holding my head to him.

    “Why not?” I asked, looking up.

    “Your dad’s a dick if you haven’t noticed.”

    I burst out laughing, making Uncle Tony laugh, and I kept laughing, so hard I gave myself a cramp. After that, any sadness and worry I had felt seemed to just vanish.

    “Yeah, I guess he is, isn’t he?”

    “Yep, and your brothers are a bunch of knuckleheads, just like him. Sure, you’re not like them, but that’s probably a good thing.”

    It felt like my whole life was being shattered before my eyes, like the men I’d always compared myself to weren’t actually what I thought they were. I just couldn’t stop laughing, hearing my uncle saying these things about my dad and brothers. Every time they’d dunked my head in the toilet, every time my dad called me a sissy, all those years lying to myself, it all just seemed so silly now. I was laughing so hard that I was drooling, and Uncle Tony was just smiling, watching my breakdown.

    “Alright, kid, I think I might’ve gotten you a bit too drunk. Let’s hit the sack.”

    Uncle Tony stood, unzipping his pants, and taking his dick out. I stopped laughing immediately, staring at my uncle’s dick as he started pissing on the fire, effectively putting it out. As the light from the flames dimmed, I didn’t waste a moment studying as much as I could of his dick before we were left in darkness.

    “C’mon, kid, grab my hand.”

    I reached my hand into the darkness, feeling it stumble upon his large, rough fingers, and curl up inside of his palm. His hand felt strong and warm and as I stood, I used it to keep myself upright. As we walked, I stumbled and fell, giggling to myself and feeling like I’d just stepped off of a rollercoaster.

    “Woah,” I said as I collapsed onto the floor of the tent, lying flat on top of my sleeping bag.

    As I closed my eyes, I felt myself spinning as Uncle Tony tugged my shoes off, then my socks, my shorts, and my underwear.

    “Sit up,” I heard him whisper.

    I sat up, feeling like I was going to puke when Uncle Tony tugged my shirt over my head, laying me back down and helping me slip into my sleeping bag. I listened in the dark as he undressed, breathing softly as he undid his belt and piled his clothes on the floor. I heard him slip into his own sleeping bag right beside me and whisper goodnight.

    “Goodnight, Uncle Tony,” I mumbled. “I love you.”

    “Love you too, kid.”

    I opened my eyes a few hours later to the chirping of birds and a beam of sunlight hitting my eyes through the mesh window of the tent. At first, I didn’t notice anything was wrong, but as I woke up more, I quickly realized I was drenched in sweat. Panicking, I pulled myself out of the sleeping bag, my naked, thin body sticking to every surface it touched. I sat upright, crossing my legs and rubbing my eyes. Next to me, Uncle Tony seemed to be sleeping deeply, his sleeping bag pulled down to his ribs. I watched his hairy chest rise and fall as he breathed, his pecs looking impossibly big compared to my flat, teenage body. 

    As I watched his handsome nose swell with each inhale and I noticed my dick was rock hard, poking out between my legs. I felt shame filling my mind before remembering the night before, and what Uncle Tony told me. And, for the first time in my life, I didn’t fight my body’s natural reaction. I reached down, grabbing my cock and softly moaning as my body jolted with sexual electricity. Uncle Tony didn’t seem to mind when I shot my load yesterday, so I told myself it wouldn’t matter if I did it again, right now.

    As he slept, I slowly pumped my fist over my dick, fixating on his dark nipples and imagining what it would be like to lick them, like he did to mine yesterday. I thought of the feeling of his hairy taint on my dick and warm breath in my ear. I started stroking faster, studying my uncle’s chiseled face and the outline of his muscular body beneath his sleeping bag. I wanted to climb on top of him, straddling his big body with my skinny legs, riding his cock like he did mine. I imagined how it’d feel to have a man’s cock between my legs, rotating my hips and rubbing my dick over his balls and up to his tip. I imagined what Uncle Tony’s face would look like as I made him come, his load blasting out of his fat cock onto his hairy stomach and chest. I thought of what his cum might taste like as I jerked myself off, picturing myself licking his load off of him and swallowing it, holding it in my mouth while he kissed my neck. I heard his voice in my head telling me how badly he wanted me, how he needed me to make him come. 

    My eyes were shut tightly as my dick started spraying cum onto the floor of the tent, my legs wobbling. I pumped furiously, letting my teen load drip down my fist and form a puddle on the floor. I caught my breath as I grabbed my t-shirt from the day before, cleaning up my cum on my hands and knees. I could feel the morning air on my exposed asshole, enjoying the feeling of being nude in a tent with my hot uncle. As I cleaned up my cum after my morning jerk-off, my stomach dropped when I heard my uncle’s deep voice say “My turn.”


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  • Blood & Witchcraft

    Where Is Nathan Moreau!

    It was later that evening and Nathan and Julia were in the shop that Julia worked at.

    “Thank you, here’s your receipt. Come again.” She told the customer as he left with his bag of candles and ‘Beginners Guide To Witchcraft’ book. Julia worked in a magick shop. Well, magic shop anyway. It was called Witching Hour Wonders. It was mainly for practitioners, not real Witches. Almost everyone has the potential to cast a spell, wield magick. Light a candle, stir the wind, float a feather. But only real Witches, with Magick in their blood – their bones, can cast real spells, perform real magick.

    “So what do you think he meant?” Julia asked Nathan who sat on a stool behind her at the register.

    “I don’t know, you killed him.” Nathan thumbed through a ‘spell book’. It was mostly poppycock.

    “How many times do I need to say sorry. Sorry for not asking twenty questions first before killing the Vamp that tried to kill you.” She huffed.

    “Sorry, thank you.” Nathan put the book down and softened his tone a bit, acknowledging her annoyance. “I just wish I knew what he meant.” Nathan thought about it. “It was weird huh? Last night Jack and I are attacked by a Basume and then today a Vampire.”

    “Maybe it wasn’t you and Jack. Maybe it was just you and Jack happened to be there.” Julia offered.

    “Maybe.” Nathan nodded in agreement.

    “However…” She trailed off.

    “What.”

    “Well it’s just. A Basume, whatever. But a Vampire?” Julia made a face and raised a brow.

    “What do you mean?” Nathan didn’t quite get what she was getting to.

    “A shape-changer, unless it’s one of the Were’s is probably a free agent.” Julia shrugged. “But,” She paused, “Vampires are more controlled. They have to adhere to the laws of the treaty right?” Julia referenced the treaty between the supernatural’s of Northbridge. It stated that the Vampires had to register with the Vampire representative that sat on the council, could only drink from the willing or from donated bags and couldn’t hunt. If they did, there were usually consequences like being staked if it were severe enough. Today for example would’ve gotten that Vampire staked by his own people for exposing them like that. It puts not only Vampires in danger, but all supernatural’s.

    Most of Northbridge was aware that the city wasn’t like other places, it held dark secrets and most knew of the rumors of the Witches and Werewolves that had helped found the city. Just because most people were aware of the “secret”, however, didn’t mean that the supernatural went around so brazenly. There was still danger in being open and loud.

    “So,” Nathan groaned at the realization of what she meant. “if I was attacked by a Vampire that was registered, I’d have to go to…Marshall.” He said the name between his teeth. He was one of the oldest Vampires in the city, over 700, and sat on the council. “Odds are he knows who it was and maybe why he was after me.” Nathan groaned again. He knew Marshall only by reputation, and it wasn’t a super good one. His own father was on the Council and often spoke of his agitation with Marshall.

    “Sorry.” Julia said with a grimace.

    “It’s not your fault.” He shrugged. “Unless he was an out of towner, he had a sunlight sigil, so that means he was registered with Marshall.” Nathan hopped off the stool. “You guys got any Helianthus?”

    “Should be by the lavender and sage. That wall.” She pointed to the herbs.

    Helianthus was a type of flower. It was a lily shaped, resembling a starburst. It had a soft glow to it and was fiery orange. It held the power to weaken Vampires, ward them off, like garlic, holy water or crosses. Only for real. Vampires spread the rumors about garlic and other stuff so that humans wouldn’t know how to properly protect themselves. Witches were smarter.

    “Thanks.” He grabbed a bag with some of the petals. “I wanna make this into a spray, cauldron?”

    “Feeling Witchy?” Julia asked with a cackle.

    “Yes, actually.” Nathan grinned devilishly and curled his fingers wickedly in jest.

    “Hey, Miguel.” She called over to her coworker stocking the shelves. “Mind watching the counter while I go help Nathan with this in the back?” She stepped out from behind the register.

    “No problem.” He smiled at her and winked, standing up and walking over.

    “Thanks.” She blushed a bit. Nathan gave her a look and the two walked to the back room where the employees took breaks.

    “Hmm.” Nathan commented once they were in the back room alone, the door shut.

    “What?” She asked as Nathan grabbed a small cauldron and filled it with water from a small sink. “That’s meant for hand washing only.”

    “Okay.” Nathan acknowledged. He sat it on the hotplate on a counter and turned it on low. “He’s cute.” He poked her with the suggestion.

    “He is.” She agreed. “And?”

    “You’re always butting into my love life.” He raised a brow and went to a shelf that held extra stock, grabbing a spray bottle.

    “So that means you can but into mine?”

    “Exactly.” He nodded. “He obviously thinks you’re cute.”

    “Probably, but he’s a shifter.” Shifters were different than shape-changers. Shape-changers turned into supernatural beasts while Shifters either held the power to turn into other people or animals like dogs or cats. Sometimes bears or lions too.

    “So!” Nathan pretended to balk. “That’s racist. Not wanting to date him because of who he is.” The water started to boil and Nathan dropped a few petals and stems into the cauldron.

    “It’s not that, well not just that. What if that isn’t what he really looks like? And workplace romances hardly work out.” She reasoned. She knew it seemed shallow but if he lied about his appearance, what else would he lie about?

    “Use a ‘true sight’ spell.” Nathan pushed the subject. “Here I’ll help.” He motioned for her to stir the concoction and he started looking for sunglasses or a magnifying glass or just a piece of transparent glass. “And as for the – ah here – workplace romance. You’re adults. Figure it out.” He held up some glasses he’d found in a cubby.

    “Those are Cheryl’s.” Julia added more petals, the water started to slowly turn the color of the petals.

    “We’ll give them back.” Nathan placed them on the table and held his hands over them. The spell already in his mind, the magick surging through him collecting in his palms. He spoke:

    With this spell, grant me sight,

    Reveal the hidden, reveal the light.

    The spell cast over the glasses and the magick fell like a glittery dust over them. They glowed a soft yellow color and Nathan grabbed them, holding them up. He looked through them to test that they worked.

    “Oof.” He pretended to see something ugly and made a face towards Julia.

    “What?” She asked falling for the trick. “What is it?”

    “Oh, honey. What spells do you use?”

    “Just some light protection charms and aura cleansing.” She defended. “What do you see?”

    “Nothing, just teasing.” He handed them to her. “You must not be hiding anything, go look at Miguel, see if he is.” He took over the potion making. It was nearly done. The petals were almost drained of color.

    “Fine.” She put them on and walked over to the door, peeking her head out quietly so Miguel wouldn’t see.

    “What do you see?”

    “Shh.” She whispered. She didn’t see anything actually. A light radiance around him, sure, but that was to be expected. He was a supernatural. She’d known that would be there, but he wasn’t shifted. He truly looked like this. “Oh thank god.” Julia said, thankful he wasn’t ugly. Again, she knew it was shallow of her.

    “What?” Miguel heard her exhalation and turned towards her, when he did he smiled and a soft ball of light formed over his heart.

    “What!” She took off the glasses. “Huh? Nothing!” She spat out as he gave a quizzical look. “I was just checking on you. You good?” She held out a thumbs up.

    “Er – yeah.” He held one back, smile still on his face.

    “Okay. Yeah. Good. Holler if you need me.”

    “Will do.” He laughed and she ducked back in. Nathan was bottling up the concoction, placing some more stem and petal pieces in the bottle for good measure.

    “So, what’d you see?”

    “Nothing.” Julia answered quickly. “Spargant Sparge.” She waved a hand over the glasses and put them back. “Nothing at all.”

    “So what’s the problem?” Nathan asked as he turned the hotplate off and started to rinse out the cauldron.

    “Shut up.” Julia answered, then she redirected the topic. “You know to see Marshall you’ll need to either talk to a council member or a Vampire to set up a meeting.”

    “I know. I thought about asking my dad, but I don’t want him to worry.” Nathan leaned against the counter. “Which means…”

    “You’re gonna have to contact a vampire.”

    “Exactly.” Julia was loving this, Nathan was not.

    “And the only one you know that you can trust is…” She grinned.

    “I’ll call Jack.” Nathan groaned out the rest of her sentence. Julia just grinned her wicked grin. Nathan rolled his eyes at her.

    The universe must hate me. Nathan thought to himself.

    *****

    “I need your help.” Nathan skipped the pleasantries and got right to it, sitting at the bar top. It was a slow evening for the bar. It would probably pick up later around eleven or so. Jack stopped his work. Jack had ignored his calls, so he’d come to his work.

    “Hi, how are you?” Jack grinned. “Oh, I’m good thanks for asking. Good to see you.” He toyed.

    “Jack. I’m serious. I was attacked in broad daylight today.” When Jack didn’t answer right away. “By a Vampire.”

    “Shit.” He said under his breath. “You okay? Why didn’t you call me?”

    “Yes. Vamps dead. But he mentioned something about money before Julia staked him.” Nathan explained. “And I did try to call you, you didn’t pic up.” Jack patted his pockets.

    “I must’ve left it at home.” Jack groaned. “Sorry, so what do you need from me?”

    “I need to speak to Marshall.” Nathan said it as if it were a simple matter to set up a meeting with the leader of the Vampires in Northbridge.

    “Sure, let me wave a magick wand and make it happen.” Jack scoffed a chuckle out, waving his finger like the fairy godmother.

    “Jack, I’m serious. Didn’t he turn you? Call him up.” Nathan reasoned.

    “Yes. He turned me, but that doesn’t mean I can just call him.” Jack went back to work, counting the liquor bottles. “He’s like super busy all the time and hardly makes appointments with ‘underlings’.” Jack said the last part in a mock tone. “I’ve seen him all of four times, and one of those times was to turn me.”

    “So how did you get him to turn you so fast?” Nathan prodded.

    “I got lucky. Ran into one of his inner circle here at the bar actually.” He shrugged it off. “I think he took pity on me.”

    “Jack. Please. I need this.” Nathan gave Jack the look he used to give him when things were serious. Like the time Jack was making jokes because he had been hexed by a Witch that Nathan had encountered and Jack didn’t know what to do.

    Jack caved. “I can get him a message, but it might be a few days. Maybe a week even.” Nathan was about to respond, but he picked up a wave of strange energy.

    You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. He thought to himself and the universe. Nathan turned towards the door where a very large man now stood at the entrance. He was probably eight feet tall and his muscles, muscles, had muscles. Shit…

    “Where is Nathan Moreau!” The man boomed loudly, taking a heavy step forward. He was slow but Nathan could tell he was strong. The people near the door looked uncomfortable at the sight of the brute.

    “Sorry, no one here by that name.” Jack said, his fangs out and voice deep. Threatening. He stood ready to pounce. The man ignored Jack and took a picture out of his pocket looking at it, then looking around the room. When his eyes settled on Nathan he grinned and crooked and broken teeth exposed years of fighting. “Leave.” Jack hissed, eyes darkening.

    “Come with me.” The man’s deep voice carried across the bar. The few patrons that were there had scattered, wanting no part of whatever was going on.

    “Sorry, you’ve got the wrong guy.” Nathan tried to convince the brute he wasn’t who he was looking for. He held up the picture then walked closer; in a flash Jack stood between the two. The man ignored Jack.

    “I ain’t dumb. This is you. Now come with me, or I’ll kill everyone here.” He turned the photo around and it was a picture of Nathan at work.

    “You can try.” Jack threatened. The brute grinned, looked down at him and cracked his neck. “Oh fuck!” He screamed as the man picked Jack up with one hand and threw him across the room. Everyone in the bar started screaming and running or hiding.

    “Now.” The man growled.

    “I’m not going anywhere-” The man ignored Nathan’s protest and picked him up, throwing him over his shoulder. “Put me down mother fucker!” He yelled, placing his palm on his back and using magick to try and electrocute the man.

    “That tickles.” He laughed in response.

    “Put him down!” Jack jumped through the air and kicked the kidnapper in the back of his knee. It took him off guard enough that Nathan was able to get out of his grasp and jump off his shoulder, landing on the floor. The man roared in anger and turned around, throwing a fist at Jack who dodged. Then he tried to grab Nathan again but Jack sped them out of his grasp. “You okay?”

    “Yeah.” Nathan summoned a knife from the bar and whisked it towards the monstrosity coming towards them. It hit him in the left side of his chest.

    “Heh, heh.” He chuckled then ripped it out of his chest, the wound closed quickly and he chucked the knife. It landed in the wall to the hilt. Screams erupted from the people hiding against the wall, away from the danger.

    “I was afraid of that.” Nathan said, sending chairs and tables crashing into the man. He and Jack backed away and the man just kept coming. The projectiles just bounced off of him.

    “What the fuck is he?” Jack asked.

    “I think he’s a Havock.” Nathan said in a panicked and annoyed voice.

    “How do we kill it?”

    “It’ll be tough, but they’re still technically human!” The Havock threw his own projectile now and the two barely dodge in time. The Havock ignores Jack and continues straight for Nathan. He grabbed Jack and tossed him over his shoulder, comically, cartoonishly. Jack landed in a thud. Dazed.

    “Stop being difficult. He wants to see you alive now!” He bends down and Nathan throws a hand up and sends out another wave of energy. It knocked the brute back all of two feet. “Ha-” He started to laugh then a blankness spread over his face. Jack had taken an opportunity, with the Havock focused on Nathan he shoved his fist through the behemoths thick, dense back. Jack had gripped spine and twisted.

    “Fuck that’s gross.” Nathan heard Jacks voice say. Jack pulled his fist out. The man collapsed to the ground with a loud thud that caused the bar to shake. The patrons started to whisper and the panic started to die. “You okay?” Jack shuddered and tossed the piece of spine to the ground. “This guy’s skin was tough to get through.”

    “Yeah, I’m fine.” Nathan took Jacks outstretched (and unbloody) hand and got up off the ground. “Thanks.”

    “No problem.” Jack walked behind the bar to the sink and started washing his hands off. “What was that guy again?” He asked just as the man started to shrink and shrivel back to his natural form. “What the fuck? Another shape-changer?”

    “No,” Nathan knelt down to the man and rolled him over. He was comparatively smaller, he looked to be about 6 foot with a slim, but athletic, build. He must’ve just wanted more results in the gym and wasn’t able to get them. “he was a Havock. They’re mortals who seek strength by augmenting themselves via a dark spell. Turns them into these huge brutes, but makes their brains kind of simple sometimes.” Nathan stood up. “Poor guy.” He’d have more empathy if he hadn’t just tried to kidnap him. “So, think you can get that meeting now?”

    “I’ll make a call after I get rid of the body. The boss will want to meet you for sure now. He’ll want to know why a Havock followed you into his bar.” Marshall owned Bar Positive and a few other Vampiric hangouts. Jack walked around the bar and started to pick the guy up. “You sure you want to speak to Marshall though? He doesn’t do anything for free and this guy wasn’t even a Vampire.”

    “Marshall is still one of the oldest beings in Northbridge and has ears and eyes everywhere. He’s bound to know something. Make the call.” Nathan nodded; Jack started to walk away with the body. “And Jack, make it quick.” He looked at the third assailant that had tried to kill him.

    “No problem.” Said Jack as he carried the dead body away.

    This shouldn’t be a normal thing. Nathan thought to himself.

    *****

    “Hey.” It was early morning and Jack was at the door, Nathan had opened it looking disheveled and puffy. His hair stuck in wild angles.

    “Hey, good morning.” Nathan stood to the side, inviting Jack in.

    “He’s agreed to see you.” He had good news.

    “Great, when?”

    “Now actually. He told me to bring you to his place.” Jack stood, hands in his jacket pockets, waiting for Nathan to get ready.

    “Oh.” He said, in his oversized red pajama shirt and black shorts. He looked over himself. He had slept well and it showed in his demeanor.

    “Yeah.” Jack thought it was cute. He missed waking up to Nathans puffy face.

    “I’ll go get showered and change.” Nathan walked to his bathroom, turning on the shower.

    “I’ll just chill here. With Celia.” Jack looked for her. “Celia.” He called and she appeared on the couch.

    “I was on the ghost plane.” She explained.

    “Ah. Watch some Tv?” He asked her. He liked Celia. He missed her too. He joined her on the couch and they chatted while Jack waited for Nathan. He missed this. The living room, the couch. The TV. He’d actually bought the TV; he left it behind and forgot to come back for it. It didn’t matter now though. Jack often missed a lot of his old life. Well, he missed his life. He was technically dead now. He didn’t necessarily regret his decision, it served a greater purpose, he regretted the price of his decision.

    “Ready to go?” Nathan asked as he came out of his room, freshly showered and ready to figure out why the supernatural world was trying to kill him.

    “Let’s go.” Jack stood. “See you later Celia.” He said to her and she replied in kind.

    The drive to Marshalls didn’t last too long. Nathan lived in Riverside, while Marshall’s mansion was in Old Town near the old docks. Jack had a lead foot so that helped with the length of the drive.

    “Wow, nice place.” Nathan remarked as Jack pulled into the driveway. It was an old colonial mansion with some modern additions to it.

    “Yeah, Marshall has lived here since he was his own great-great-great-great-”

    “I get it.” Nathan laughed cutting Jack off. Two men in black suits approached the car and opened the doors.

    “Get out.” They both said. They were both tall and broad, with short, buzzed hair. One blonde, the other brunette. They both wore black sunglasses and wore earpieces. Nathan could tell they were both Werewolves by the energy they emitted.

    “Nice to see you boys again.” Jack nodded to them. He looked almost like a child compared to them. He was tall and broad himself, but compared to these Werewolves?

    “Marshall is waiting for you.” Blonde responded flatly.

    He must not be paid for pleasantries. Nathan thought to himself, remaining quiet. They were escorted up the sidewalk to the front door. A butler opened it and they were ushered inside. The foyer was gorgeous. The columns, hardwood, décor, all of it. Nathan was jealous. His own family lived in gorgeous Victorian manor that had been handed down since they arrived in Northbridge, but this place was opulent. Gorgeous. Nathan and Jack wandered a few feet into the foyer and took in the surroundings. Two more security guards stood at the foot of the stairs.

    “You’ll wait here, and I’ll escort Nathan to Marshalls office.” The butler spoke in his stereotypical British accent, approaching Nathan but then turning to Jack to inform him. Of course. Nathan thought again to himself.

    “I’m not leaving you.” Jack tried to step forward but a security guard took a step forward too.

    “I’ll be fine Jack.” Nathan told him. He’d brought his own protection just in case. He wasn’t about to see a pissing contest between one Vampire and several Werewolves.

    “And you’ll have to leave that with me.” A security guard approached Nathan and held his hand out.

    “What do you-”

    “The Helianthus.” The guard cleared his throat, his hand still outstretched.

    “Oh,” Nathan laughed lightly with nerves. “you mean this.” He produced the spray bottle from his jacket pocket. “Sorry, must have forgotten it was in the pocket.”

    “I’m sure.” The guard resumed his post and the butler walked to the edge of the stairs to wait for Nathan. “You’ll get it back when you leave.”

    “When you’re ready sir.” The butler spoke.

    “I’ll be fine.” Nathan said to Jack who had reached out and grabbed his hand.

    “I know. Just,” Jack stepped closer to Nathan and dropped his voice low. It didn’t do much good as almost everyone in the house were Vampires or had some form of enhanced hearing. “be careful. Marshall is…benign…in a way, but he can be cunning and tricky. Just get the information you need and get out of there. If he offers you anything-”

    “I’ll be careful.” Nathan whispered to Jack. They were close and Nathan was tempted to give him a quick kiss for reassurance. Jack smiled softly down at him and exhaled another, silent, be careful. Nathan stayed in his gaze for another moment, the temptation growing.

    He pulled back.

    “I’m ready.” Nathan stepped out of Jacks grasp and joined the butler. He simply bowed his head and started the ascension. They walked up the stairs and started down a hallway lined with immaculate art and windows that exposed the perfectly curated lawn. The river and Atlantic Ocean off in the distance. “Wow.”

    “Yes, it’s quite a stunning view isn’t it.” Butler acknowledged. “We’re here.” He knocked.

    “Send him in.” A voice came through the door.

    The butler opened the door and Nathan stepped in, the door shutting behind him immediately. The room was an office lined with shelves of old looking books, art on the walls, sculptures, vases and plants sat on surfaces. A large, ornate, rug sat in the middle of the room. An old antique desk sat in front of a fireplace with a man, Marshall, sitting at it, hunched over and writing in a notebook. A computer to his side cast a dim light across his face. Marshall looked up from his notes. “Ah, welcome. Nathan right?” He smiled, standing. He was about Nathan’s height. Marshall was a black man, with a rich, beautiful tone to his skin. The years of Vampirism doing nothing to pale it. Perks of wearing a Sunlight Sigil Nathan assumed. “Nice to meet you, come sit.” He waved Nathan to a chair in front of him. His gorgeous brown eyes almost glowed with an eerie light.

    Nathan walked over and raised his hand to meet Marshalls and they shook. Nathan could feel the age coming off of him. The older the Vampire, the more powerful they were. Their strength, mind control powers, speed. Age made a formidable enemy, but in this case Nathan hoped a powerful ally.

    “You’re Henry’s boy right?” He asked.

    “Yes.” Nathan sat as Marshall did. “Yes sir, and I was hoping you could keep this between us. I know you see him at council meetings.”

    “It won’t come up.” Marshall waved off Nathan’s concern. As old as Marshall was, he gave off a youthful demeanor. He spoke and dressed like one of those tech developers you always hear about. “So, Jack tells me that you’ve been attacked three times in what? Two days?”

    “Yes sir.” Nathan nodded.

    “Oh please enough of the sir.” He waved a hand and shrugged. “I’m only twenty-four, my father just passed leaving me all of his assets.” Marshall explained his backstory. “Hence the new attitude and fashion.” He laughed. “One of the many wonderful things of Immortality. Get to reinvent yourself every few decades.” He laughed again; Nathan joined him out of nervousness. This man seemed so playful but he knew in an instant Marshall could rip his heart out and drain him dry.

    “Of course, sorry Mr. Jones.”

    “Please, just Marshall.” He corrected. “Trying out a new, relaxed, casual boss vibe.” Marshall leaned over the desk, locking his fingers and resting his chin on his hands.

    “Right…Marshall…well – um like Jack said, I’ve been attacked three times, once by a Vampire in broad daylight-”

    “Not one of mine I assure you; I checked.” He interrupted for a moment. “Must’ve been a rogue.”

    “Right well the Vampire said something about money while the Havock, from last night, said whoever sent him wanted me alive now.” Nathan explained. “So, I guess I’m just wondering if you’d heard anything.”

    “I hear lots of things.” A playful smile danced across his lips. “I hear that you, a Witch from a prominent family, are the target of someone pretty powerful and badass – at least in my opinion.” He leaned back in his chair.

    “So you do know something.”

    “I do, I was approached. Given an offer.” Nathan’s blood ran cold, he’d walked into a trap. “Oh, calm down I can hear your heart pumping.” Marshall laughed. “I didn’t take it.”

    “Why?” Nathan squeaked.

    “Two reasons: A, I don’t need the money. I have more than I know what to do with half of the time. And 2, I have no quarrel with you. In fact,” He stood and walked over to one of his shelves. “I actually need your help too.” He grabbed an old book.

    “Mine?” Nathan was curious. What could this 700-year-old Vampire possibly need form him?

    “Yes.” With the book in hand, he returned to his seat. “See about fifty, maybe sixty, years ago, your great-grandmother sealed a crypt. Well a coffin in a crypt, and I need you to open it for me.” He gave Nathan the book, it was bookmarked and he opened it to the marked page. “If I’m correct, your granny used a similar spell to seal the box.” Marshall pointed to the page.

    “Why? What’s in it?” It was an un-sealing spell. A rather simple one, but one that required the same blood that did it to undo it.

    “I can assure you; it is of no danger. Just something of sentimental value to me really.” Marshall smiled, showing his perfect, white teeth.

    “Sentimental value?” Nathan was skeptical. “Why would my great-grandmother seal something in a coffin if it wasn’t dangerous?” He asked.

    “I may or may not have broken her sisters heart and she may or may not have done it to punish me for that.” He tossed his hands up. “I left town afterwards, got back about two years ago. You know, after my ‘father died’.” He put air quotes around the last bit. “It wasn’t super important to me until recently. I need it.”

    “Right.” Nathan added a tone of skepticism to the statement. “First, back to my problem.”

    “Ah!” Marshall raised a finger. “I’ll tell you everything I know, after you open my coffin.” He grinned again.

    “I need to know why someone wants me dead – or alive now rather.” Nathan insisted. “And who.”

    “And I’ll tell you.” Marshall agreed, standing up and outstretching his hand for the agreement. “After, you get me my relic.”

    “You’re not going to let this go are you?” Nathan asked.

    “I’m 782 – 83 this year actually – I can always wait until another Witch in your bloodline is born and ready for the task. I’m patient.” Nathan stood up. “So do we have a deal then?” Marshall asked. Nathan took his hand and shook it.

    “Fine I guess.” Nathan tried to use his powers of divination to see if he was holding anything back or hiding something, but something blocked his vision.

    Someone has warded him. He thought to himself as he shook the Vampires hand.

  • A Hole of Glory And A Big Cock

    I’m John, a divorced dad of 50 and horny all the time. The widowed and divorced women I meet all seem to be gold diggers-out for what they can get. (So I go to the older gay men for a good sucking of my very large cock.) They’re most appreciatve.

    I’ve just  leanred that the nearby Boston park has an old brick bath house, Kept open, as it has bathrooms. And it’s apparently notorious.

     My 20 year old son, Jason, is at school and I will explode if I don’t  shoot a load today.

    I stroll down to the old brick building. (About 4 pm it will be buzzing with horny men seeking quick blow jobs-on the way home from work.)

    A neighbor told me to go to the isolated bathroom way in the back of the building.

    I go in-there are two toilet stalls-as described, and  a mid-sized glory hole  to stick my dick in.

    I’m glad it’s midsized as my cock is about  six inches around-(a fact my wife always complained about).

     I unzip and my fat 9″ cut cock flops out.

    A finger in the Hole gestures, and  I shove the big cock in.  A big mouth goes half way down my very thick cock-(a pleasant surprise because most cock suckers can’t do that).

    The guy’s an expert,  quickly sucking and deepthroating, and licking the head and shaft. He’s so good that in about five minutes, I can’t hold out any longer-and shoot a big load of Cum into a  warm, willing mouth.

    I groan with relief. Then my still rigid cock is quickly sucked and licked clean of Cum.

    (I’ve been sucked many times by Gays but this guy was really exceptional.)

      Then a distinctive voice comes through the glory hole-‘Thanks sir, for such a big cock.’

    I reply, ‘Jason is that you?’…(it’s my son’s voice.)  There’s a pause and then he says- ‘Yes, Dad’…

    ‘Well come out of there right now, I don’t want you hanging around such places.’

     Jason, blond and cute and twenty, comes out-smiles a big smile with his wide mouth.

     ‘We’ll go have lunch at home and I’m still horny and need more sucking. Apparently you are Gay, so you can make yourself useful’-I tell him.

    ‘Yes dad’, he says, looking down at my  very long, thick dick.

    ( I’ve a high sex drive and need to be sucked maybe two times more,  to not be horny.)

    ‘This cock has been in a thousand gay mouths over the years. Some of my best orgasms have been in gay mouths’-I say.

    As we walk out to the car, I say to Jason-‘Bill the widower next door is horny, Jim down the block is horny. I’d rather see you suck them then going to that notorious glory hole where you might be arrested.’

     We get in the van-all shiny tinted windows- and  I unzip-‘here suck this on the way home’, and I pull out my huge semi-hard cock. ‘I’ve always dreamed of having someone nearby to suck me.’, I mention.

    ‘Well young man, your talents won’t go to waste. what a relief to have somone in the house who really knows how to suck cock.’ ”And wait till Bill and Jim hear. You’ll be busy every night, I say.

    And as we’re sitting at the next Red traffic light-my handsome, Gay, cocksucking son was so good-that he sucked another large load of Cum out of me. (And we weren’t even home yet.)

  • What Would You Do For Cock?

    Well, I certainly did fuck up. I know I should have done better out in public with Jace. I disappointed  him in front of my sister. The truth is, while I am comfortable with myself as a self-identified faggot, I am still finding my footing in public spaces. I’ve reflected now and realized that Jace was only trying to help me. Instead of doing my best to embrace my identity inward and outward, I was ashamed and showed hesitation and outright resistance.

    Jace was right to deny me his cock the other night. He was right to torment me, dangling it in my face and making me smell his musk leaving me with a deep sense of want that is almost painful to ignore. I understand that now, I was not thinking clearly at the time.

    I know in order to get back in Jace’s good graces I’m gonna have to eat some humble pie. I am going to have to do something very drastic. I need to convince Jace I’m worthy of his time and attention and of course, cock worthy. I also know I’m going to have to act swiftly before he takes on another faggot. There’s a million of us out there and I don’t want anyone else moving in on my Sir without a fight.

    I decided I would spend the entire weekend in “straight” places showing off my new collar and “faggot” charm and I’d wear my “LOCKED FAGGOT” shirt every where I went. I would document specific encounters and send the video evidence to Jace, even FaceTime him if he wanted to witness me outing myself as a faggot to anyone that would listen.

    I took a few snapshots of myself at work that Friday of me in various locations in the office showing off my collar, or I should say, Jace’s collar. I made sure that in every pose I had the biggest of smiles on my face, proudly displaying my status thought the day.

    I even recorded a conversation with a coworker who asked me about the collar.

    “Why are you wearing that thing around your neck?”

    “Because I’m proud of being a faggot and want everyone to know it. My Sir gave it to me.”

    I said the same statement several more times throughout the day but only recorded it the first time. It sounded more sincere and less robotic.

    After work, I removed my work shirt and revealed the LOCKED FAGGOT shirt. I went to the grocery store and snapped more selfies. My cock was attempting to harden once more as I roamed the aisles. It was so liberating to be my authentic self .

    An older male approached me by the frozen food aisle and said, “Son, in my day you’d be beaten to a pulp for wearing something like in public. Have you no shame?”

    I responded, “No, Sir. I have no shame. I am proud to be a locked faggot!”

    I wished I had taken out my phone but it happened too quickly to get it recorded.

    That night I called my sister and recorded our conversation.

    “Hey faggot, what’s up?”

    “Hi sis, hey I need to apologize for my behavior the other night. I suppose I’m still somewhat ashamed to admit to the world that I am a faggot. I should not have been that way with you. You’ve always accepted me for what I am.”

    “It’s ok, faggot. Just make sure you apologize to Sir Jace. It’s not my forgiveness that you really need. Hey I gotta run, talk soon!”

    The next morning I went to get coffee at Starbucks. When they asked for a name for my order, I said, “faggot”. The cashier couldn’t stifle her laugh. “Seriously?”, she asked. Then I pointed to my shirt and she knew I was serious. I’d captured that one on my phone.

    It was time to connect again with Jace and to show him I was making amends. I sent him a message.

    “GM, Sir”

    “Yes, and”

    “Sir, I owe you a huge apology. I realized now that my own shame made me behave badly. I embarrassed you as my Sir. I understand now why you denied me your cock. I was unworthy.  I’ve been making amends ever since to show you just how much I love being your faggot.

    I sent him pics and videos as proof of my remedial actions. All of them.

    My phone rang, it was him, Sir Jace!

    “This is a good start, but you ain’t earned my dick yet.”

    “No Sir. I know.”

    “I don’t think you do.  Tell you what, I’m gonna help you out because I’m feeling generous today. If you do this one thing we’ll put all of this behind us.  You want my dick again, right?”

    “Always Sir.”

    “Of course you do, what faggot wouldn’t? But your not just any faggot, your my faggot. Isn’t that right? Tell me you’re my faggot.”

    “I’m your faggot, Sir!”

    “Where are you right now?”

    “On my way to the gym, Sir.”

    “That’s not what I asked. Are you stupid? I ain’t got no time for a dumbass faggot. Try again, where are you right now?”

    “I am walking on the street on my way to the gym from Starbucks, Sir.”

    “That’s much better. That wasn’t so hard. Here’s what I want you to do right now, I want you to scream at the top of your lungs right now, I’m your faggot, Sir!  Scream it out, let the world know.”

    “Ummm…”

    “Um, um nothing. Don’t think, just do. Do it now or you’re never getting this dick ever again!”

    I held the phone away from my lips, took a deep breath and shouted as loud as I could, “I AM YOU’RE FAGGOT, SIR!”

    Everyone on the street looked at me like I was insane. And maybe I was insane? Insanely in lust with Jace and his cock and would do anything to be his faggot.

    “That was beautiful, faggot. Very, very good. But that wasn’t the one thing I wanted you to do to get all this unnecessary drama behind us.”

    My cock was literally leaking like a faucet. I never knew how much degrading myself in public would keep me in a constant  state of arousal. I’m sure wearing a dick lock for almost 11 months straight also alters one’s mind, too. My heart raced with excitement as I hung on Jace’s every word. What would be this one final act that would erase the past and convince Jace I was once again worthy of him.

    “Yes Sir. Whatever it is, I’ll do it. I promise!”

    “Are you sure of that, faggot? You don’t even know what it is! What if I asked you to rob a bank? You would do it?”

    “I would try. I would do it for you, Sir.”

    “I appreciate that, but we both know I’d never ask you to do that. There’s no lesson in that. No, these things I’ve had you do, they are all for you, to help you be who you are. Do I take pleasure in you doing these things? Of course, that’s part of the fun for me!”

    “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for not asking me to rob a bank.”

    “You’re welcome. But let’s see if you thank me after this. Didn’t you say your cousin is getting married next weekend?”

    “Yes Sir.”

    “Yes, you most certainly did. I’m sure this is a formal affair. Is it not?”

    “Yes Sir. I was going to wear a suit and tie.”

    “No, I don’t think you will be wearing a suit and tie at all. I think you’ll be wearing your new shirt and some dress slacks.  Only men wear suits and ties. What were you thinking?”

    “Sir, you want me to go to a family event wearing the “LOCKED FAGGOT” t-shirt? My parents will disown me.”

    “You’re always so melodramatic. Did you not learn anything at all in the last 48 hours? Whether your parents disown you or not is irrelevant. They downtown you anyway, I do. Isn’t that right? Announce yourself to your entire family, be yourself. There’s no reason to hide it from anyone.”

    “And if I do it, then I can suck your dick again, Sir? I miss it so much.”

    “Well, that’s just one part of it. There’s one more piece to a full realization of your actual self. I want you to FaceTime me when you get there, I want to see you in your shirt and your collar, and then I’ll tell you the last step. You got that, faggot?”

    “Yes Sir. So I have to wait a week to see you again?”

    “Did you really just ask me that? Honestly, I don’t even know if you’re worthy of my time. Who do you think you are?”

    “I’m so sorry, Sir. I’m sorry!”

    “Tell me what you are! Say it again for me!”

    “I’m your faggot, Sir!”

    “Again, louder!”

    “I’m your faggot, Sir!”

    “Once more!”

    “I’m your faggot, Sir!”

    “That’s right!”

    Then  he hung up on me. Once again, desperation hit me hard. I felt like I was going through cock withdrawal. I wasn’t even in the mood to use any of my toys. It was going to be a torturous week and it was. It felt as if time was dripping slowly.

    By the time Friday arrived I had a complete metamorphosis. I was full of dread in the early part of the week. I didn’t want to show up at my cousin’s wedding wearing a “LOCKED FAGGOT” shirt. I was alright with the FAGGOT charm on my collar, but the shirt was a step too far. But by Thursday, I was actually looking forward to wearing it prominently and proudly. I began to think that as a faggot, in society, we are low on the totem pole of men, and dressing up in a suit and tie would have been disingenuous, a bold faced lie. A cover up for my true faggot identity. Faggots don’t wear suits and ties, Sir Jace was right. So, yes, I was definitely going to show up in something more worthy of my station.

    The morning of the wedding I woke up so excited. It was a glorious day with beautiful blue skies and warm weather. A perfect day for an outdoor wedding. A perfect day for letting all my extended family know I’m a faggot, and a proud one at that.

    I snapped a selfie and sent if off to Sir Jace. “Today’s the day, Sir!” I looked great in my locked faggot shirt, khaki pants and black shoes. My silver collar shined in the sunlight, the faggot charm gleaming. I was gonna make a splash.

    Sir Jace called me.

    “Looking great, faggot. I’m proud of you.”

    “Thank you, Sir. I feel great, too!”

    “As you should. Ain’t nothing wrong with being yourself. Tell me again, what are you?”

    “I’m your faggot, Sir!”

    “Yes, I could hear it in your voice, almost like you’re bragging. Good for you!”

    “Thank you, Sir. Thank you for showing me the way. I owe it all to you.”

    “You do as I say today, and you’ll get your reward. I can promise you that. Don’t forget to FaceTime me later. Just one more thing for you to do and you can suck on my dick all night if you want.”

    “Yes Sir”

    When I arrived to the venue my sister caught me getting out of the car.

    “Oh my God, Richie, what the hell are you wearing? Are you crazy?”

    “No, in fact I’ve never felt better. Do you honestly think a faggot like me should be wearing a real man’s suit? That’s just ridiculous.”

    “I guess you do have a good point. I’m sure you’re going to be at the top of the gossip list tonight! They’ll get saying, did you see his shirt? What’s that thing on his shirt? Why’s he wearing a faggot charm around his neck? I can hear them now!”

    My cock was really, really hurting right then. The idea that I’d be the topic of discussion at so many tables during dinner was a major turn on. What was once utter humiliation has now transformed into pride. I was now turned on by living my truth no matter what.

    My sister grabbed my arm and we walked into the wedding chapel and took a seat nearby the family. Aunts, uncles, and cousins alike all looked at me with at first a look of surprise before disdain took over their faces.  I could hear whispers and murmuring in my vicinity.

    “Oh man, you really got them riled up”, my sister said. My parents were sitting in another section and didn’t see us at first. My mother turned her head to look for us and when she saw me her face drooped and she turned around quickly, clearly upset about my chosen attire.

    It’s interesting how polite society is. While everyone there saw my shirt and were whispering amongst themselves, to my face it was business as usual. Funny how that works.  I excused myself to FaceTime Sir Jace. He answered quickly.

    “Having fun, faggot?”

    “Yeah, I guess.”

    “Have they served the wedding cake yet?”

    “No, not yet.”

    “That’s great news. Then there is still time.”

    “Time for what, Sir?”

    “Great question. There’s still time for you to do this one last task. You want to know what it is? Only one last ask and you can come right over here after that wedding and get as much dick as you need. I know how much you faggots need dick. Right?”

    “Tell me, Sir. What do I need to do? I’ll do anything for your cock. Please!”

    “Alright. Walk over to the where the band is playing.”

    “Now?”

    “Of course, now! Do it, come on, move your feet.”

    I walked over to where the band was playing.

    “Now what, Sir?”

    “Grab the mic, and say, “I have an announcement. I’m a faggot!”

    “Really? I don’t want to cause a scene, Sir.”

    Jace panned the phone to his hard throbbing cock.

    “You see this dick here waiting for you? You can have it, like I promised, but only if you do this one last thing.”

    “Ohhh damn, Sir. That does look delicious!”

    “It does, doesn’t it. Now go make me proud.”

    “Alright, alright, Sir. I’ll do it!”

    I kept Sir Jace’s FaceTime call active so he could see me walk over to the mic and I interrupted the singer by waving my hand so she paused.

    “Ummm, can I borrow the mic for just a second please.”

    “Yeah, go ahead.”

    I grabbed the mic and held my other hand on my phone so Sir Jace can see and hear it all.

    “Excuse me, excuse me. Can I get everyone’s attention please.”

    I paused as the room quieted and eyes faced me.

    “Thank you. I have an announcement. It’s brief but important. I wanted to let everyone know, I’m Sir Jace’s faggot and I’m proud to serve him. I hope everyone is having a great time tonight. Thanks!”

    I handed the mic back to the singer while everyone sat in stunned silence. I walked briskly outside the reception hall.

    “Sir, I did it!”

    “Yes, you did! Good boy! You made me so proud! How do you feel?”

    “I feel liberated, Sir. I feel fucking fantastic!”

    “Hey, hey, watch your language now. You see how good it feels to live your truth! I’m so happy for you. Come get your reward. You deserve it, boy!”

    “I’ll be right there!”

    When I arrived to Sir Jace’s place 30 minutes later, his door was ajar so I slipped inside and locked the door behind me. I slipped off my shoes, socks, and pants but kept on the shirt. I walked over to Jace’s bedroom.

    He was kicking back, holding a blunt between his fingertips as he brought it to his mouth. He was watching a replay of the videos I’d sent him earlier and had recorded my speech at the wedding. He took a hit and then his hand patted the mattress.

    “Come lay here next to me. I want you to see yourself. Look how you’re glowing. Such a fucking turn on watching my faggot come in to his own and announcing himself so proudly. You should be proud!”

    I watched the video and couldn’t believe my eyes. It made my cock leak watching myself outing my faggot status over and over again. Sir Jace watched me, smiling, as I did the same.

    “Go on. You worked so hard to get this dick.  It’s time you get your reward. I know you need it. It’s like the air that you breathe. Let me see you wrap your pink lips around my big dick.”

    I practically creamed myself when my mouth wrapped around Sir Jace’s cock. I had to slow myself down I wanted all of it down my throat.

    “Slow down there, faggot. This is not a sprint. My cock is yours for the night. Take it slow. Enjoy it. I’m just gonna sit back here and let you do your thing. Show me what a great cocksucker you are.”

    For the next two and a half hours I truly worshipped Sir Jace’s cock. I licked it from base to tip, deep throated, sucked and licked his balls, let him fuck my face. I fagged out fully on his hard cock. I edged Sir Jace several times.

    “Fuck, I think I’m ready to blow now. You made my cock feel so good. I love a good faggot that has some skills. You always know how to make me blow.”

    Jace held my head down his large hand palming the back of my bald head as he pumped upwards until he grunted and flooded my mouth. So much cum spilling down my chin and each side of my lips. It was a torrent, and I drank it all down.

    Sir Jace fell asleep with a wide smile on his face as I slipped back outside and made my way home feeling like a completely different person, or maybe more of an unperson, a faggot. Maybe they’d create a new gender type for those like me, next to “male/female/transgender, they will add, “faggot”. That’s the only gender identity I know right now.