I was editing the footage from our latest tutor-jock roleplay scene: the one where I absolutely destroyed my straight roommate Brad’s brain and then his cock. It was a request from George, one of our more generous fans, and I wanted to get it just right. Except somewhere between cutting clips and adding audio levels, I got way too into it. I ended up jerking off to Brad moaning “Sir” on screen… which is, of course, the exact moment Brad walked in on me.

Instead of freaking out, he laughed. Teased me. Sat down next to me. One thing led to another, and I ended up finishing in his hand. Then the bastard licked it clean, stared right at the camera and said, “Gotta give ‘em a show, right?” Like we weren’t mid-editing session. And just as I was recovering, Brad hit me with: “Apparently someone wants me to do a solo vid. You film it. Talk to me while I jerk off or whatever.” So yeah.

That’s where we’re at.

He stood there now in the doorway of the living… bare chest, basketball shorts hanging low on his hips, a cocky little smirk like he hadn’t just eaten my cum off his palm ten minutes ago.

“You ready?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck like this was some casual errand and not him about to jerk off on camera for a stranger.

I was still adjusting my waistband, trying to pretend I hadn’t come already today. “Did you even read the request properly?”

He shrugged. “Something about eye contact, jerking off while you talk shit to me? Typical stuff.”

I picked up my phone, scanning the DM. “Yeah, but it’s not just dirty talk. They want… like, a back-and-forth. Said they want to hear me teasing you. Asking you questions while you stroke. Said they wanna hear how dumb you get when you’re horny.”

Brad rolled his eyes. “Wow. Can’t believe people think I’m the dumb one.”

I raised a brow. “You literally played a failing jock who needed to get his cock sucked to pass algebra.”

He grinned. “Yeah, well. At least I passed.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. The weirdest part about all of this… all the filming, the roleplays, the fact that we somehow stumbled into this whole thing without really talking about it was how easy it was with him. Comfortable. Like we weren’t even acting half the time.

“Alright,” I said, clicking the camera on. “Let’s see if Mr. Thompson can perform without a script.”

Brad stepped toward the couch, already tugging at the drawstring of his shorts. “You’re not gonna do the whole ‘Sir’ thing again, are you?”

“Only if you start whining,” I said, sitting behind the camera.

The camera beeped. It was recording.

Brad flopped down on the couch and spread his legs like a guy who knew he was hot shit. His cock was already hardening, tenting the front of his shorts like it knew the deal before he did.

“Okay,” I said, voice dropping into that low, teasing tone. “Let’s start with something easy. Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

He blinked at me, cock swelling more. “Right now?”

“Yeah. What’s got you hard already?”

He chuckled. “You jerking off to me earlier. That was hot as fuck.”

“Yeah?” I said, adjusting the focus. “You liked seeing me lose it over your moans?”

Brad licked his lips, sliding his hand under his waistband. “Kinda turned me on knowing you couldn’t even finish editing before you had to cum.”

“Keep going,” I murmured, letting the camera get a closer shot as he started stroking himself, slow and lazy.

He groaned, head tipping back. “I thought about getting home and finding you still watching. Maybe walking in on you with your cock out… maybe just watching for a second before joining in.”

“Fuck, Brad,” I muttered, heat pooling in my stomach again. “You’re really getting into this.”

His hand moved faster now, his cock thick and glistening in the low light. “Feels good when you talk to me. I dunno. Makes it hotter.”

“You’re gonna be such a slut in this video,” I said, moving in closer with the camera. “They’re gonna hear everything. Every little whimper.”

He groaned. “I don’t whimper.”

“Bullshit,” I said. “You did last night. When I had you pinned.”

He flushed. “That was acting.”

“No, that was you leaking down your thigh and moaning like you were about to beg.”

He jerked harder at that, eyes fluttering. “Fuck,…aah.. fuck you…Cody”

“Don’t cum yet,” I warned. “You know the rules. I want you desperate first.”

His chest was rising and falling fast now, abs flexing, cock twitching in his grip.

“You know,” I added, sitting back just enough to frame his whole body in the shot, “this is going to end up online. Everyone’s gonna see your dumb jock face losing it while I talk you into blowing a load.”

His hips bucked. “Then say something filthier.”

I smirked. “You want filthy? Fine.”

I leaned closer, whispering just loud enough for the mic.

“You’re gonna cum so hard your balls will feel completely drained. You’re gonna moan like my desperate little slut and even after you shoot all over yourself, you won’t stop stroking, because you’re just that needy for me.”

Brad growled under his breath. “Fuck. Cody, Bro…”

“Now,” I said. “Do it now. Look at me while you cum.”

“Ahhh.. Cody… uuh.. aah.

He looked right into the camera, right into me and gasped.

His whole body locked up as he came, fast and intense. Warm spurts landed across his chest and stomach, some catching his hand as he kept stroking, lost in it. His breath hitched, moans slipping out between clenched teeth, completely undone.

“Good boy,” I said, voice softer now.

He lay there panting, flushed and fucked-out, cum cooling on his skin.

I moved the camera aside and walked over, handing him a towel.

Brad just looked at it and scoffed. “You really think I’m gonna wipe off my cum with a towel?”

He leaned back on his elbows, cocky grin on full display. “Like Steven always says…what a waste of a good load.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Okay, wiseass. Got a better plan?”

He met my eyes, still flushed, still glistening with sweat and cum. “Yeah,” he said casually. “Roll the camera again..Let’s give the audience a little something extra.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What are you scheming now?”

He didn’t even flinch. “I want you to clean it off me. With your tongue.”

I stared at him. He just raised his eyebrows like it was the most normal thing in the world. ” Come on, Cody. Don’t let it spill on the couch”

I snorted. “You’re unbelievable.”

He leaned back again, chest still messy, cock twitching slightly. “Yeah. So get to work.”

His thick pecs flexing with every breath.

Sweat clung to his skin, mixing with the mess he’d made. His nipples looked tight, flushed, glistening in the light. And the cum? It was everywhere. And I mean everywhere.

Trust me when I say, he’d painted himself. It was splattered across his abs, thick between the ridges, a little dripping toward his navel. Some of it had pooled at the base of his cock, the rest trailing down his thigh in shiny, slow lines. I could see where it clung to the soft insides of his legs, that tender space no camera angle ever fully catches, but this one was personal. This one was for us. Perhaps just for me.

It was warm. Still fresh. Like it was made just for me.

I set the towel down, got on my knees beside him on the couch, and didn’t even ask. Just leaned forward and gave his lower abs a slow, deliberate lick. My tongue dragged through the thick white puddle, and I tasted him fully.

Not salty. I blinked, surprised.

“Dude,” I said, sitting back slightly, my tongue still wet. “Your cum tastes sweeter.”

Brad let out a breathy laugh. “Figured I’d get you addicted eventually. Pretty sure the whole pineapple diet’s finally kicking in.”

I smirked, leaning back down. “Consider this your taste test.”

He grinned. “Fuck yes, Cody. Late night snack.”

I went back in.
This time slower. My tongue pressed flat to his skin, warm and wet, catching every drop along his abs. The texture of it slid along the roof of my mouth, sticky but smooth, and I made sure to keep my mouth just parted enough for the camera. Let them see what they paid for. The way my lips shined, the way my tongue moved. The way I swallowed.

Brad’s breath hitched.

“Uh…fuck…”

Yeah. He was still sensitive.

I licked across his stomach again, letting the flat of my tongue smear the leftover streaks before I closed my lips around one spot and sucked gently.

He gasped. His thigh jumped under my hand.

I grinned against his skin. “Still tender, huh?”

He nodded, dazed. “Uh-huh… jesus.”

I moved lower, toward where it had dripped onto his thigh. His leg parted for me automatically, letting me between them. The inside of his thighs were warm, smooth, muscled. I kissed just above his knee, then let my tongue trace a thick drop of cum trailing upward.

It stuck to my tongue, thick and messy, and I moaned softly as I took it into my mouth.

“Mmm…”

“Damn,” Brad muttered, voice shaky. “You’re really going for it.”

I looked up at him, cum still glistening on my lip. “You started this.”

He smirked, but he didn’t say anything back. Just let me keep going.

I worked my way up one thigh, then the other, licking slowly, letting the camera catch my tongue dragging along the curves of his legs, up toward the crease where his thigh met his groin. My hand rested on his hip now, fingers gripping that soft line above his pelvis, the V-cut slick with sweat and cum.

Somewhere between his moans and the wet sounds of my tongue, I caught myself thinking about something else.

I didn’t even notice when I stopped hiding behind the mask.

Back when we started this whole thing, I used to keep my face off camera. I didn’t want anyone knowing. But that changed. It changed fast. The first time I showed my face in a video, the comments blew up…fans calling me cute, hot, saying shit like “Brad and Cody XXX is the best thing that’s ever happened to porn.” And I guess I just… leaned into it. The mask disappeared. My face was part of the brand now.

I didn’t care anymore.

I kissed the base of his cock. Not to get him hard again. Just because it felt right. Then I moved up, cleaning the trails of cum off his lower stomach, one slow swirl of my tongue at a time. I could feel how slick it was under me, how my lips made soft wet noises every time I sucked a drop clean.

“Fuck,” Brad whispered. “That’s hot. Like… too hot.”

“Fuck yeah,” I muttered, licking again, higher now.

There was one thick splatter just under his pec, like it had landed while he’d been jerking off and bounced. I leaned up, tongue out, and licked it clean in one long, slow stroke. His nipple twitched beside my mouth.

Then I saw it.

A little drop near his collarbone. Just under his neck, nestled in that warm hollow where his skin was flushed.

I paused.

This close, I could feel his breath.

His chest was rising, steady but deep. His hand was resting near his side, not moving. His eyes were on me now. Really on me.

I leaned up, slower than before.

My tongue met the cum there…warm, nearly dried and I licked it gently, tracing the edge of it before sliding the whole thing into my mouth. My face was right over his now. Close. Closer than we’d ever been.

He shivered.

I swallowed.

Then I realized… we’d never actually kissed before. We’d done everything else. Blown each other. Rimmed. Fucked. But we’d never really kissed.

Not once.

I hovered there, inches from his face, my lips slick, my breath warm against his cheek. Brad’s eyes flicked to mine. He wasn’t smirking now. He looked… something else.

“I think that’s the last drop,” I whispered.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice barely a murmur.

Our eyes met.

I could feel the tension, thick between us. It was different now. Not performative. Not for them. Just us. The camera was still rolling, but I wasn’t thinking about it. All I saw was him.

My lips were so close to his I could feel the warmth of his breath against mine. And for once, neither of us moved. We just looked at each other, like we both knew what this moment was but didn’t know who’d break it first.

Brad licked his lips once, slow.

Then just as I leaned in closer, the space between us charged with anticipation, every heartbeat pulling us closer to that moment. I thought to myself… was I finally going to kiss Brad?

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I haven’t seen Fredi in a while. He had something over me and I couldn’t say no to him. I needed him I wanted him. His cock demanded my attention. He texted me almost everyday. And I swear that every time he did my cock would just grow. Just writing about him and remembering all the times I had with him gets me hard even now.

He texted me that he wanted to see me. I said of course sweetheart when. He said be ready by 9 ish and I will pick you up I want to try something new. I said sure…. He picked me up and instantly laid one on me as soon as I got in the car. We made out for like 10-15 mins without stopping. He said he had this fantasy of always wanting to get head in his car. And I was the one person he wanted to do it with. The excitement of it was a rush for sure. It was hard to find a spot to park especially in the city. We would go to one spot and it had too much traffic. We would park in another spot by the park and there were to many people it seemed we just couldn’t get it right. I helped by rubbing on his thick shaft as we drove finding a place. He could not stand it, not in a bad way, he just wanted me so bad. We finally found a spot by a secluded street we parked for a bit and made out some more I was fucking hard as a rock and so was he. We scouted the area it was a dark street and we weren’t under any light post. I sat on his lap leaned the seat back and we were almost invisible. I have to say that the excitement of almost getting caught was what excited me apart from being with him.

We made out for a while and not one car passed or person. Just when I was starting to unzip his jeans a car passes. The car drove right by and didn’t even notice anything. I kissed his neck sensually and gave him a hickey or two….I lifted up my shirt and put one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it and bit it at first soft then hard. I went back to his lips and sucked on them and kissed him in last time before going  back to my seat and got on my knees and leaned over and unzipped the rest of his jeans. He lifted his ass up and guided his jeans down to his thighs. I rolled down his underwear as well. And up sprung his delicious fat fucking cock. It was swollen, big, long and had massive amounts of pre jack all over it and even more coming out of his slit. His musky scent filled the car, he had a big wet spot from making out with me. He then orders me to lick his pre jack. I obliged and did so with my tongue. I made sure to lick his shaft and balls as they were covered in his man juice. He loved it when I gargled his balls in my mouth, only thing was it made him cum really fast so he always told me to go easy on them.  He made sure to put his seat back as much as he could and ordered me to suck on his cock! I made sure to lick all his pre cum going down his thick shaft and went to town on his cock. His bulbous head entered my warm mouth. I struggled to swallow his cock. It was massive and hard. As it pulsated with pleasure I had tears streaming down my face. I kept gagging on his beautiful cock. He kept grabbing my head as I choked on his gorgeous cock. I kept making “gawk” sounds as I call it followed by gasps of air. He then grabbed me by my hair and pushed me up and down as I “gawk, gawk, gawk, gawked” on his cock. I would stop to breathe and he would make out with me passionately. I thought he would have hated just how much saliva I had all over my mouth and throat from all of his cock juice. He whispered into my ear “I love the way my cock tastes in your mouth” Fredi reached around to my jeans and smacked my ass while I went down on him. He then tells me to unbuckle my jeans and unzip them a bit. I do so with my right hand while holding his cock in my left hand and suck on it furiously. He reaches inside my jeans to my ass crack and starts circling his finger around my asshole. He takes it out and sniffs his finger and tells me how much he loves my smell and sucks on his middle finger wetting it and says how good his ass pussy tastes. He puts a good glob of saliva on his middle finger and ring finger and proceeds to enter my ass with his fingers. I react and moan hard. And he says you’re daddy’s bitch now. I start to suck harder and harder and just when I know he is about to cum he hits my p-spot. He angles his middle finger and asks if he reached my prostate and I said YESSSSS FUCK YESSSS. He slowly but firmly presses down on my p spot like a fucking button on a joystick. I suck on his huge cock harder and all the way down to his pubes. I have his entire cock in my throat, it always takes a bit at first but I fight my gag reflex and indulge him. His cock pulsates as I know what’s cumming. He starts to milk me and I start spewing cum all over his passenger seat making a splatter noise as it hits the leather and just as I do he cums down my throat. He spews  massive amounts of cum like at least 4 squirts down my throat. He holds me there until it all goes down. I swallow his tangy THICK load and lick my lips dry. His cock pulsating and starting to go soft more cum comes out of his slit. I lick it and suck on his tip getting more out of it. He tells me to stand up onto my knees and he grabs my cum from his seat with his fingers and licks up my cum. He then goes down on my flaccid cock and sucks any remaining cum from my cock. I pull up my jeans and help him pull up his underwear and jeans. He leaves it unbuckled and says we are going back to my apartment night isn’t over MOTHER FUCKER you have me so fucking horny. He drives senselessly almost erratic and dangerous, but it turns me on. He orders me again to reach into his pants and jerk him off and get him ready. We were about 12 minutes from his apartment. I was squeezing his cock and jerking him off as much as I could anyway. We stop at a red light and he grabs me by the neck and makes out with me so fucking hot. I loved it when he did that. We get to his apartment parked his car really quick and went up in the elevator. He just grabs me as soon as the doors close and starts making out with me. He presses me into him by grabbing me by my ass. I feel his hard cock on my stomach. He wants me he needs me just as much as I do. As he kisses and sucks on my neck leaving hickeys I notice the elevator camera, but even that turned me on knowing security or the super would jerk off to it, it was  more than just a fuck. His kisses are passionate. They are in sync we don’t even bang teeth together, you know like kissing someone who is meant for you. We don’t have a care in the world. We get to his floor and we make out all the way to his apartment door. As he fumbles his keys and tries opening his door I am behind him rubbing his hard cock. We get into the apartment finally and we start taking each others clothes off. He lifts my shirt off and starts sucking my nipples and biting them sending a fucking shock wave to my cock and ass pussy hole. He nibbles and bites my other nipple. I struggle to unzip his pants and finally do. He unzips my pants and takes off my underwear. He grabs me and throws me on the bed and starts going down on me licking my shaft. He says to me it’s still musky from earlier. He takes off his underwear and climbs up over me crawling on his knees bringing his cock to my mouth. He gets on his hands in a push up stance. And puts his hard fucking cock in my mouth. I swallow it while having just sucked on it no less than half an hour ago. His precum fills my mouth I can feel it dripping from his slit. His balls hitting my chin. I lavish in it, his musk his scent all too familiar. I fucking love Fredi. His manliness it drives me crazy. My cock pulsating with lust, my precum oozing from my cock. He gets off me and comes meets his lips with mine. We kiss passionately I’m so in love with him. Fredi man handles me and flips me on my side as he stands over the side of the bed. He starts eating me out  and licking my asshole priming me up. I start flexing my sphincter to let him know I’m ready. Then he puts his middle finger and ring finger in my asshole and finds my p spot. He starts doing a thumping motion until he finds my prostate and he can see me milking through my cock. At first massive amounts of precum come out of my cock dribbling onto my thigh and onto his bed. He tells me to scoop that up and put my fingers in his mouth. He licks and sucks on my fingers. It feels exhilarating as his cock touches my ass pussy hole as he bends over to lick my fingers. He pumps his cock a few times and spits on it. He then starts to enter me slowly fuck it felt so GOOD!. It sent chills up and down my spine.  As he enters my ass fights it and pushes him out. He lubes it up again and this time for good measure he grabs his cock and spreads my ass cheeks and tells me to widen my sphincter…And then as his head goes by my ring the rest follows through. I place my hands on his thigh to let him know to slow down. I Tap him twice and he stops. I can feel his cock muscles pulsating inside me. Then he takes it back to the head and lubes up his shaft with silicon. And tries entering again, this time much smoother. He enters and I can feel him pass my prostate. The thickness of his fat cock stretching me out…he masterfully enters but not all the way in. He goes about half way and back out again angling his cock so it touches a different part of my asshole. Then he enters again and goes a little past half and leaves it there. He bends over leaving his cock in and sucks on my nipple almost biting it. As he does I am jerking my cock off precum flowing all over my hands. He stands back up and takes it out of my man pussy. He slaps me a couple times and tells me to suck on it. I am scared a bit as I know I could have done a better job of cleaning myself before we started. He says to me baby I don’t know how you do it. But every time we fuck your ass is amazingly squeaky clean, that makes me feel so good knowing what he thinks of me. Give me what I want ass-to-mouth. I get on all fours at the edge of the bed and give him what he wants without hesitation. The taste of his cock inside my ass was amazing. As I think back to that day my cock pulsating as I write. It was just like he said clean with a sexy scent of sex and cock. I was on all fours ass in the air and my back arched just the way he liked it. He gives me a hard slap on my ass…and I mean hard but it fucking turned me on. He was my daddy…my master….my ass was his. I lost my virginity to this man. I was sloppy sucking on his cock. Saliva dripping from my mouth onto his hardwood floor as I choked on his HARD voluptuous man meat. I was so enthralled I was deep fucking throating him. All the way to his pubes licking his balls at the same time almost to the point of blacking out over and over again. He then says enough get back on your side this time your other side. I oblige for my man and I do so. Once again he does it so well and eats me out. he cannot get enough of it. He does it with passion using his nose Inhaling me, his lips, sucking on my ass pussy…his ass pussy. He tongues my ass, licks it up and down side to side, around and around. As he does I jerk his hard fucking cock off making sure when he goes back in he is ready. He lubes my hole and his cock one more time and enters me this time with ease. I tell him to fuck my brains out. I told him I wanted  his cum to ooze out my ass for three days in a row. I told him to make sure it took me an hour just to shit again. Remember sweeties his cock was 9 1/2 inches long so this wasn’t just small strokes. He was thick as fuck, he had a juicy fucking cock. And it was all fucking MINE!!!.

He enters me this time thrusting all the way in and he keeps it there flexing his cock muscles inside me, this time also fully stretching me out, his pubes hitting my ass as I spread it for him. And every time he thrusted all the way deep his heavy fucking balls hitting my bottom cheeks. He had juicy balls, I loved sucking on them. That was his weakness every time I sucked on his balls he cums. He would thrust slowly and then fast. He would stop as felt he wanted to cum but told me he wanted to last a little longer he enjoyed making me his bitch. Then he grabs my left leg over and lays me flat on my back. He puts my knees to my chest and enters me this time hitting things I didn’t know could be hit. He was angling my asshole hitting my prostate head on. He slowed his pace which not only felt amazing but it also didn’t make him cum but it made sensations I didnt know I could feel. He went inside and outside of me in a circular motion nice and fucking slow.  I asked for his permission to cum and he said yes but when I tell you. I said yes daddy….He thrusted harder and harder hitting my p-spot….he did so for like 5-10 mins, my face red, holding my breath and then finally he says to me “ You can cum now cock lover, you’re my bitch NOW and fucking always”.

I tell him how to thrust me, he angles his cock and just when he hits it I tell him to stay there and keep going. Precum shooting out of my slit….I tell him” HOLY FUCK BABY, I’m gonna fucking CUMMMMM!! Fuck meeeee, god dammit” This motherfucker keeps thrusting, as I cum all over my chest, repeatedly over and over hard spurts of cum. It actually hurt my balls and cock. All over my chest, my stomach and even my face and mouth. FUCK this man knew how to fuck me. But ohhh fucking no he wasn’t done with me which meant I wasn’t done. My cock actually hurting it starts to go flaccid but he still has to load into my ass. He thrusts into me as he bends over and to make out with me. I have my arms around his neck inviting him into my mouth. It was the most sensual kiss as he fucked my man pussy. I spread my legs as we are chest to chest. I could feel his love for me. I whisper in his ear make me yours baby, seed me really soft and gentle, which drove him crazy. He then thrusts long hard fucking thrusts, he starts to grunt hard and LOUD. I let him the pleasure far outweighed the pain. I endured that’s what a true lover does. I dared not break the moment. On his fifth fucking thrust he seeds me. He lets out a LOUD grunt…”Holy FUCK mother fukkkeeerrrrrrr, Your fucking ass pussy is going to fucking KILL me…FUCCCKKKK” I could literally feel his cum spurt HARD inside me filling me up, ass farts come out as he enters and exits slowly, each thrust a load of his man jizz. Fredi has never fucked me this hard or long. It started with a fantasy and ended with him making love to me not fucking me. He leaves his cock inside my ass and leans over again and slowly kisses me. His tongue circling mine with passion. He gives me his tongue and tells me to suck on it, I do. I can feel his cock going flaccid inside me. He says baby we went where we never went before you know what that means let me go clean it but you will never disgust me I love it. I want you to suck on it and make sure I got it all out come with me baby. I go with him as I stand I can feel and hear his man cum oozing and spurting out of my ass and down my legs, glub, glub. He turns the shower on and washes me without any hesitation…. I was his I loved how he took care of me didn’t care what he needed to do to clean me. I returned the favor. I clean his cock and told him to hold it in. I cleaned it well and even though it was flaccid it was still hard flaccid. We step out of the shower and I get on my fucking knees surrendering to him. I go to grab his cock and he slaps my hands away. He grabs it and puts it in my mouth forcing it down my throat and I could feel the last drops going down my throat.  He orders me to stand the fuck up. I do and he pushes me against the wall and tells me he loves me, that I am his and no one else’s. He takes me back to his bed pushes me onto it. He gets on top of me and kisses me one last time. He says “Im ordering sushi let’s eat and make some vodka, pineapple and cranberry. I want to relax with my love and then sleep together and get rest because I want a quickie tomorrow morning before I go to work and you’re going to give it to me” I roll my eyes into the back of my head and oblige telling him whenever you want it baby, Im yours I’m just a phone call away. 

This is a slow transitional chapter. I’m trying to balance the erotic content with plot development, but I’ve found that no matter what, there will be long sections lacking erotic content. Please be patient.

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Late at night, the overhead white lights reflected off the pristine ice surface with an almost surgical brightness. The hum of the ventilation system mixed with the occasional sharp scrape of blades cutting across ice. Though most of the team had left after Coach Brennan’s brutal two-hour practice, a few players were still scattered across the rink—mostly bench warmers hungry for more ice time, plus a couple of starters trying to make up for subpar performances.

Their lonely sounds echoed under the high ceiling. The pungent smell of sweaty gear mixed with the crisp scent of freshly zambonied ice.

Blake dropped onto the bench next to Mike, who was already unlacing his skates, face flushed and dripping with sweat. Mike had a similar build to Blake, slightly smaller but still built like a tank. He didn’t have Blake’s sculpted features but was a pretty boy-next-door type. Blake wasn’t admiring his best friend’s looks though—he whipped Mike’s head with a towel instead.

“Dude, you look absolutely wrecked,” Blake said, that subtle half-smile playing at his lips. “Was Brennan’s practice too much for you, Mikey?”

“Fuck off,” Mike groaned, grabbing the towel to wipe his face. “Whose fault is this? You skip practice, but who does Coach punish? Us! If he makes us do one more suicide drill, I’m transferring to fucking lacrosse. At least they have nice uniforms.” He rolled his shoulders dramatically, grimacing. “I’m pretty sure my legs are technically dead.”

“Drama queen,” Blake laughed, expertly unwrapping the tape from his stick. “You said the same thing Tuesday. And last Friday. And basically every day since September.”

Mike grinned, yanking off his right skate with satisfaction. “Yeah well, one day my legs really will fall off, and then you’ll feel like an asshole for not believing me.” He looked toward a sophomore still frantically shooting pucks on the ice. “Poor kid. Coach benched him for ten minutes after that fuck-up.”

Blake’s eyes followed Mike’s gaze, studying their teammate. “His weight transfer is completely wrong. Someone should tell him overtraining is worse than rest.”

“Not everyone’s blessed by the hockey gods like you, superstar.” Mike said it without jealousy. He paused, lowering his voice even though the stands were empty, leaning closer to Blake. “Speaking of natural talent, word is there’s NHL scouts coming next week to watch you.” His green eyes lit up with excitement. “That true?”

Blake’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Brennan mentioned the Crimson Falcons might send someone. Not necessarily for me—could be checking out Adrian.”

“Bullshit, it’s definitely you. Adrian’s played two years already, they wouldn’t come early for him!” Mike’s eyes went wide, temporarily forgetting his exhaustion. “The Falcons are solid, though not your favorite team.” He pulled off his left skate, wiggling his toes. “You got an agent yet? I played a game with this guy from our high school who signed after sophomore year. He warned us rookies the biggest mistake is not having early representation. If teams think you’re just some starry-eyed kid, they’ll squeeze you dry.”

Blake met Mike’s gaze, blinking as he said, “I’m not signing anything before regionals are done.”

“But you’re thinking about it? Signing, I mean.” Mike studied his friend’s face, searching for clues in that carefully maintained expression. He reached for his water bottle, taking a long gulp. “What’s your plan? You’ve got what—two, three more years of eligibility? You gonna use them all or cash in early?”

Blake launched his used tape roll at a nearby trash can, perfect shot. “Depends on the offer. Brennan thinks I should at least finish sophomore season.” He leaned back, stretching his legs. “Says my draft position will improve with a championship run. Teams value winners.”

“Coach is right about that. Adrian could’ve left last year but stayed for better positioning,” Mike nodded, absently rubbing his sore knee. “NHL scouts go crazy for championships. But…” he hesitated, fingers drumming on his water bottle, “if they throw serious money at you now, you’d jump, right? Like a million-dollar rookie contract—I’ve never even dreamed of that much.”

Blake’s expression flickered briefly before he looked away noncommittally. “It’s not just about the money.”

“Bullshit,” Mike laughed, but when Blake didn’t join in, his eyebrows shot up. “Wait, you’re serious? The Blake Banks I know wouldn’t pass up an opportunity.” He leaned forward, elbows on knees. “What’s making you hesitate? Your fancy advanced math classes?”

Blake shrugged. “Engineering’s not something you can half-ass.”

“You don’t half-ass anything. And don’t flex your STEM grades to me—I just got a C-minus in finance,” Mike countered. “But come on, man. Educational clauses exist for a reason. You can get the degree and the contract.”

“Maybe.” Blake stood, stretching his arms overhead, clearly eager to change the subject. “What about you? Planning to play all four years?”

“Hell yeah,” Mike grinned, showing his mouth guard he’d forgotten to remove. He quickly pulled it out, laughing sheepishly. “Some of us need every minute of development time. I’m not a certified hockey genius like you. Plus, gotta struggle through that fucking degree.” He pointed at himself. “I know my place. I’m a… what do they call it? Role player. Here to play hockey, make friends, hope someone remembers me at graduation.”

“You’re selling yourself short,” Blake said, his tone surprisingly sincere. “Your hockey IQ is better than half the guys who’ll get drafted. Even Adrian said you’re at least second round.”

“Oh, second round, that’s ‘at most,’ not ‘at least.’ And lots of second-rounders end up on the farm. But that’s sweet of you to say.” Mike pressed his hand to his chest dramatically. “Don’t forget us peasants when you’re making millions and dating models in Beverly Hills.”

Blake snorted. “Hard to forget someone who never shuts up.”

“That’s my charm,” Mike laughed, standing and grabbing his gear. “Speaking of never shutting up, yesterday when you weren’t here, Adrian told everyone the scouts have connections to team GMs.” He lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Said you’re looking at a top-two-round contract immediately.”

A flash of resigned amusement crossed Blake’s face. “Adrian needs to mind his own business instead of using me to rile people up.”

“That’ll happen when hell freezes over,” Mike snorted. “And he was shutting down people bitching about your absence. Though Colton and his crew weren’t thrilled. Heard them in the locker room complaining about Adrian giving you power play time.”

“Not my call,” Blake said, his voice cooling.

“No, but you’re getting ice time,” Mike pointed out as they started toward the locker room. “Those sophomores are already pissed about freshmen getting minutes. Now scouts coming specifically for you?” He whistled softly. “Watch your back in practice. Colton’s the type to ‘accidentally on purpose’ check you when Coach isn’t looking.”

As they approached the increasingly loud locker room, Mike lowered his voice and continued, “Hey, I ran into Ruth yesterday.”

Blake’s step had an almost imperceptible hitch.

“She’s still asking about you.” Mike watched Blake’s reaction. “At the library, she came up asking how you were, if you were too busy with games…”

“Mike.” Blake’s tone made it clear this topic was done.

“I know, I know.” Mike held up his hands. “I didn’t say anything, just that you were busy. But dude…” his voice softened, “she looked really hurt. Like she thinks she did something wrong.”

Ruth, that beautiful redhead who until two days ago had occupied Blake’s thoughts. Her incredible warmth and openness had once made Blake mistakenly think she was some kind of hippie party girl, that cross necklace just decoration…

Blake remembered that night, Ruth lying in his arms, the decorative cross resting quietly on her collarbone, Ruth whispering softly in Blake’s ear. And Blake staring at the blood on the sheets, feeling the whole world spinning.

“Blake?” Mike’s voice pulled him back to reality.

“She’ll be better off this way.” Blake didn’t elaborate.

“Maybe, but she doesn’t think so.” Mike leaned against the wall. “She asked if her family being too traditional scared you off. Asked if it was because she mentioned wanting to get married after graduation…”

A smile so bitter it was almost painful crossed Blake’s face. If she knew the truth—knew what he did in hotel rooms on weekends, knew where the deposits in his bank account came from, knew about those client messages—she’d probably throw up.

“It’s not her fault,” Blake finally said.

“Then what is it?” Mike looked confused. “I mean, you two seemed perfect together. She’s beautiful, sweet, good family. Hell, when my mom visited and saw you together, she said ‘what a perfect couple.’”

Too perfect, Blake thought. Too heavy.

Blake had tried to be the best version of himself for Ruth, the man who could accompany her to church, become her future husband. But the harder he tried, the more suffocated he felt. Every time he made excuses to leave for clients, every time he came back to her trusting eyes… the guilt cut like knives. He was lying, deceiving this pure girl. Worst of all, Blake really cared about her. Her innocence, the way she saw the world—everything he’d lost. But the more Blake tried to protect Ruth, the more he realized the person most capable of hurting her was himself.

The lies kept piling up. When she started talking about going to her family’s lake house together over summer, when her mom started asking about his “family plans,” when she mentioned her cousin’s wedding needing a plus-one… She deserved someone genuinely straightforward, not a polished rent boy like himself.

“You okay?” Mike asked. “You look…”

“Just tired.”

Blake knew there was a monster living inside him, a sickening creature nurtured by blood.

Blake thought of Adrian—the junior assistant captain was an asshole who didn’t care about trampling others for his goals. Blake didn’t hate Adrian; the upperclassman was the most supportive of freshmen, Blake was just making an honest assessment. That asshole never hesitated. Blake even knew some upperclassmen dealt controlled substances, some rich kids embezzled from their frats. But they slept fine at night. Why couldn’t he?

*Because you’re not ruthless enough,* that voice said. You could have everything—Ruth’s love, build a family with her, drain those clients’ money, and have a bright hockey future, if only you could stop with the fucking guilt.

“…and the corned beef pie she brought was really good.” Mike was still rambling.

“Mike.” Blake interrupted, his tone gentler than expected. “Let it go, please.”

Mike looked like he wanted to say more but decided against it. That was another thing Blake appreciated about him—knowing when to push and when to back off.

“Also,” Mike paused, clearing his throat before adding, “I told her if she needs a study partner, I could help. I mean, she could tutor me in my electives, right?”

“Mike.” There was warning in Blake’s tone now.

“What?” Mike defended. “I’m not trying anything. She just… shouldn’t be alone. And you know those frat assholes are already circling?”

Those predatory vultures! Blake cursed internally, but what right did he have to judge them? Besides, Blake had already decided not to go back to Ruth. Ethan’s face immediately appeared in his mind.

Ethan… the warmth of holding him at noon seemed to linger on Blake’s fingertips, remembering how Ethan had humiliated him still made his nerves tingle with excitement.

*I move on fast. How long have we been broken up?* Blake thought, but when Ethan had called out to him yesterday, Blake felt like he’d been hit by a massive hammer—that was fate’s bell tolling.

“Well, she needs someone around, but don’t hurt her… You should be careful too, those assholes might think you’re in their way.” Blake chose his words carefully while thinking of Ethan. Mike was concerned about Ruth—maybe he should act more jealous? But this was probably better. Mike’s concern for Ruth somewhat eased Blake’s guilt about her. He was sure he’d loved Ruth, but being with her, he’d felt crushed by his own anxiety. But Ethan—with him, Blake could bare everything. Even though Blake hadn’t told him everything yet, he’d already experienced that relief after being degraded.

Blake wanted to give himself completely. No, but not yet. On one hand, Ethan had a king-sized cock, but Blake still thought he was more masculine, more experienced, more suited to be the top. On the other hand—

*Ethan, make your move. Tell me how much you want me.*

Blake almost laughed thinking about his own petty calculations.

“Oh, sure—” Mike squinted, studying Blake. “You’ve got a new target? God, Ruth’s gonna be pissed! Oh, which girl? You skipped practice for her yesterday!”

“Yo, rein in that overactive imagination. You need to learn when to shut up.” Blake clapped Mike’s arm, half-joking, half-serious, pulling him forward. Mike looked goofy but was sharp about some things.

As their joking quieted, faint arguing voices began drifting from behind the closed locker room door ahead. Blake’s pace hesitated slightly, shoulders straightening.

“Speaking of assholes,” Mike muttered, nodding toward the door. “Sounds like someone’s still throwing a tantrum.”

They continued down the bright hallway, Blake’s seemingly relaxed stride holding something coiled, ready—Mike recognized it from games as Blake’s stance before a big hit.

When they reached the locker room, arguing voices carried through the closed door. Blake slowed, his hand hesitating on the handle.

“What’s going on?” Mike frowned. “Shouldn’t be many people in there now.”

Blake’s expression darkened, that cold look settling over his features.

“Sounds like Colton,” Blake said, his voice dropping to that dangerous register Mike knew.

Mike groaned. “Dude, I’m too tired tonight for his bullshit.”

Blake pushed open the door, and the locker room’s chaos spilled into the hallway. The guys shoving each other stopped as heads turned toward them.

Colton stood in the center of the room, face red with anger. Around him, several sophomores and juniors formed a semicircle, Marcus flanking Colton’s right. Pushed against the lockers was Jensen, a freshman goalie who looked like he wanted to disappear into his gear bag.

“Well, well,” Colton’s voice dripped with contempt as his eyes locked on Blake. “Look who graced us with his presence. Hockey royalty deigning to join us. Stomach feeling better, Banks?”

Blake’s face revealed nothing, but Mike felt him tense beside him. The easy, almost friendly Blake from minutes ago had completely vanished, replaced by something colder, more dangerous—when their friendship’s soufflé wasn’t enough to contain Blake’s edge.

Blake pushed the locker room door aside, surveying Colton and the others. “Much better,” Blake answered calmly, tension and deodorant hanging in the air.

“Yeah?” Colton stood. “Because you missing practice yesterday fucked the rest of us. Forty straight minutes of suicides. But I guess Adrian’s boy toy always gets special privileges?”

“Oh, maybe that’s Coach’s or Adrian’s fault then. Maybe Banks’ stomach hurt because something got left in his intestines,” a sophomore beside Colton sneered, the implication making several guys snicker.

“Guys, this isn’t the place for your boring bullshit.” Blake’s voice remained calm, but Mike could sense the shift.

Marcus pretended to think. “Bullshit? Or did someone hit too close to the truth? Let me think… a freshman gets Adrian’s ‘special attention’ day one, now gets to skip practice whenever… Sounds like someone’s earning his position the wrong way. Tell me, Banks, what special moves did Adrian teach you? How to handle his shaft?”

“Exactly,” Colton jumped in, voice full of malice. “Yesterday at practice, Adrian kept asking where his ‘bitch’ was. Worried his ‘cocksucker’ ran off? I bet you weren’t sick yesterday—you were in Adrian’s room getting fucked so hard you couldn’t walk—”

The sophomores burst into ugly laughter.

Blake immediately noticed that while Colton was talking, Marcus stood cleverly behind him, arms crossed, nodding encouragingly whenever Colton raised his voice. The others kept glancing at Marcus, as if checking for approval. The dynamic was clear—poor Colton, completely set up as the fall guy.

Blake didn’t respond immediately. He methodically set down his gear bag, movements unhurried, assessing the situation. The room quieted except for Jensen’s nervous breathing and the overhead lights’ hum.

“Got a problem? Coach and the assistant captain value players who can score. Some people should reflect on whether they’ve been slacking at practice. I just saw a few guys who lost ice time still on the rink,” Blake’s gaze swept the room before landing on Jensen, his voice casual but with an edge that made several step back. “Instead of taking it out on rookies here.”

Colton snorted. “Taking it out? No, we’re just chatting with the new kid here about team hierarchy.” He pointed at Jensen. “Making sure he understands how things work.”

“Five-on-one chat?” Mike muttered, loud enough to be heard. “Seems excessive.”

Marcus stepped forward, his six-foot-three frame trying to loom over Mike. “Nobody asked your opinion, little Mikey.”

Blake moved then, a subtle shift in weight that somehow placed him between Mike and Marcus. His eyes never left Colton’s.

“Jensen,” Blake said without turning, “hit the showers. We’re done here.”

“He leaves when I say,” Colton snapped, but Jensen was already grabbing his towel, slipping past the crowd toward the showers.

He threw a quick “thanks” to Blake before disappearing. The sophomores shifted uncomfortably, the room crackling with potential violence.

Blake shrugged casually, his easy tone carrying just a hint of threat. “Looks like he already left.”

“You think you run this team now, Banks?” Colton pushed into Blake’s personal space. Blake didn’t budge an inch. “Score a few goals, suck Coach’s and Adrian’s dicks, suddenly you’re in charge?”

The slight tremor in Colton’s voice—Blake almost pitied the guy. He wasn’t just angry, he was anxious. Colton was watching his position slip away, and beneath the bravado was the fear of a player who hadn’t been drafted last year and was running out of chances to prove himself.

“Nobody’s in charge,” Blake replied, voice steady. “Just don’t see the point in five guys ganging up on a freshman.”

“We’re teaching him respect,” another guy chimed in. “Something you could use a lesson in too.”

Blake’s eyes flicked to the guys behind Colton, watching their pathetic circus act. His mouth twitched upward, not quite a smile. “Respect is earned.”

“You think you’ve earned anything?” Colton’s voice rose, finger jabbing toward Blake’s chest without quite touching. “How long you been here, six months? I’ve put two years into this program, suddenly you’re getting the power play time that should be mine! The scout attention that should be mine!”

There it was—the real source of Colton’s hostility. Not just standard freshman hazing or team politics, but genuine fear. Blake had seen the draft rankings; he knew Colton was projected as a mid-round pick last year, then completely fell off. This season was supposed to be his redemption tour, his last chance to get noticed before the hockey world gave up on him completely.

And now Blake was stealing his spotlight, his ice time, and potentially his future.

“Your power play time?” Blake’s eyebrow lifted slightly. “How much did you waste when you were running it last season?” He paused, watching the hit land on Colton’s face. “Check the tape. My conversion rate’s way higher than yours.”

Colton’s face darkened, Marcus stepping forward. “Watch your mouth, freshman.”

“Just facts,” Blake shrugged slightly. “Numbers don’t lie.”

“You arrogant—” Colton started, but Blake cut him off.

“You’re blocking my locker,” Blake said, tone now almost bored. “I need to shower.”

The dismissal was so casual that it took Colton a moment to process. His face twisted with rage as he shoved Blake’s chest hard. “Don’t walk away from me!”

Blake barely swayed, absorbing it like taking a check on the ice. Then his body moved with precision—one hand shot out, grabbing Colton’s wrist, twisting with just enough pressure to cause discomfort without actual damage. The motion was so fluid and exact that Colton had no time to pull back.

“I can,” Blake said calmly, his low voice making the words sound more like a promise than a warning.

The locker room went completely silent. Even Mike seemed surprised by Blake’s move. For a moment, everyone froze.

Watching Colton’s pained expression, Blake released him, stepping back as if nothing had happened. “We’ve got regionals in two weeks. Save the energy for the ice.”

Colton rubbed his wrist, hatred burning in his eyes. “This isn’t over, Banks.”

“What’s this, girls? Having a tea party without me?” A new voice came from the doorway.

Adrian Whitmore swaggered in like he owned the place. His helmet tucked under his arm, sweat glistening on his forehead, shirt clinging to his solid frame. A freshman and a junior flanked him like personal bodyguards. Even after intense practice, Adrian somehow looked like a model heading to a photoshoot—a complete mystery.

“Colton, could hear your whining from down the hall. Excluding this gentleman from your girl talk?” Adrian’s voice was loud, confident, instantly filling the room. His eyes swept the scene with predatory precision. When he spotted Blake and Colton, a dangerous smile spread across his face. “Or should I say, what’s happening, gentlemen?”

“No problem,” Blake said before Colton could answer. “Just different opinions on power play strategy.”

Adrian sauntered further into the room, presence immediately commanding attention. He raised one eyebrow, moving with the absolute confidence of someone who’d never questioned his place at the top of any hierarchy.

“Power play?” Adrian’s smile didn’t reach his eyes as he dropped his gear bag heavily. “Interesting timing, since Blake’s gorgeous goal last game just got Coach to permanently move him to first unit. Banks gets sick yesterday, comes back today and still skates circles around you guys.” He stared directly at Colton, not bothering to hide his enjoyment. “Colton, who was it that turned the puck over on the power play last time? Or did you forget what your plus-minus was last season?”

Adrian casually stretched, flexing his biceps in what was definitely not an accidental display. “But hey, maybe second unit will appreciate your… unique passing style.”

Colton’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. He couldn’t win a locker room power struggle against Adrian.

“If you guys have this much energy after practice,” Adrian continued, casually unzipping his warm-up jacket to reveal a physique built for both hockey and intimidation, “Coach would love to add another bag skate tomorrow. I can arrange it.” His smile widened, almost hoping someone would challenge him. “Been a while since anyone puked during conditioning. I think we’re overdue.”

Bag skates—the punishing conditioning that made even the fittest players vomit—were Adrian’s favorite disciplinary tool as assistant captain.

Colton broke the silence first. “You think you’re the captain, Assistant Captain Whitmore?”

“Captain? You mean Tom? Oh Banks, when’s the last time our beloved captain showed up? I’m guessing he’s busy with his law school exams.”

Blake didn’t take Adrian’s bait, but he knew they were approaching the end of regionals, and senior Thompson had been absent almost the entire season.

“So what, you’re daddy to the freshmen now?” Marcus interjected. “Or does Banks call you ‘daddy’? Since you love grooming rookies so much.”

Junior Eric stepped forward from behind Adrian, staring down Marcus. “Watch your mouth, Marcus. Don’t let it write checks your ass can’t cash.”

“Oh, speaking of asses,” another guy beside Colton stood up, “Banks’ technique is really something, especially flexible. Adrian must really appreciate that.”

Adrian’s grin widened, but it was full of threat. “You pathetic sophomore wastes. Can’t make it on your own, so you fantasize about how others succeed?”

“Fuck you,” Colton’s face flushed red. “Whitmore, not everyone’s willing to be your boy for ice time!”

“My boys?” Adrian repeated, then suddenly laughed. “You’re right. They’re my boys, my teammates, my brothers. Problem?”

“Brothers don’t—” Marcus started.

“Don’t what?” Adrian closed in, “Don’t support each other? Don’t recognize talent? Or…” Adrian’s cold voice held danger, “you trying to say something else?”

Blake shrugged, picking up Adrian’s casual ball. “He’s trying to say they think you need to dance on your knees to succeed. Because that’s the only way they understand.”

“Fuck you, Banks!” Colton exploded.

“No thanks,” Blake replied calmly. “You’re not my type. Too much whining, not enough scoring.”

Adrian burst out laughing. “See? This is why Blake’s starting and you’re benched. You’re just jealous bitches who can’t stand seeing others succeed. Then playing the ‘hey, is he gay!’ card like high schoolers.” He shook his head. “That’s what’s pathetic.”

“Calling us pathetic?” Colton clenched his fists. “At least we don’t have to—”

Adrian suddenly stepped forward, Colton instinctively backing up. Adrian didn’t touch him, but that ready-to-fight energy filled the entire space.

“Don’t have to what?” Adrian’s voice was soft but deadly. “Choose your words carefully.”

The entire locker room air froze. Colton’s friends exchanged glances, deciding to shut up.

“Looks like everyone’s out of opinions.” Adrian clapped loudly. “Then I think we’re done here. If you really think I’m running some kind of gay frat… your sexual fantasies are way too rich.” He nodded toward the door, tone instantly shifting from playful to commanding. “Colton, Coach wants to see you. About your penalty kill positioning—about as effective as a screen door on a submarine.”

It was a clear dismissal. Colton’s eyes darted between Adrian and Blake, every muscle radiating anger, but he had no cards left to play. He gave Blake one last glare, grabbed his bag, and headed for the door, his friends trailing behind.

When Marcus passed Blake, he shoulder-checked him hard. “Watch your back, Banks,” he muttered.

Blake didn’t even flinch, just watched them leave with an unreadable expression.

When the door closed behind them, Adrian turned to Blake, his entire demeanor instantly shifting from threatening alpha to intimate brother. He draped an arm over Blake’s shoulder, voice becoming light and teasing.

“Making friends as usual, I see,” he grinned, that sweet smile making him even more charming.

“You know me,” Blake replied dryly. “I’m a people person.”

Adrian laughed, the loud, genuine sound echoing off the lockers. “Fuck, Banks. I leave for twenty minutes and you’re already having a dick-measuring contest with last year’s draft bust and his minions.” He squeezed Blake’s shoulder before releasing him. “Though judging by Colton’s face, you won that round.”

The remaining guys chuckled as Adrian expertly opened his locker, peeling off his practice jersey to reveal the results of countless gym hours.

“Seriously though,” he said, tone becoming slightly more serious as he rummaged through his expensive gym bag, “they just throwing desperate tantrums or actually bothering you?”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Blake said, finally moving to his locker to start unpacking gear.

“No doubt.” Adrian pulled out a water bottle and cracked it open. “Just watch Marcus,” he took a long drink, then pointed the bottle at Blake. “Marcus is rallying people with this ‘upperclassmen unite against rookies’ bullshit. Colton’s an easy target because he’s terrified of being overlooked in the draft again—kid’s desperate. Remember, we need you at 100% for regionals. No hero shit, no fighting. If Colton or anyone tries something, you come to me. That’s what assistant captains are for—handling this bullshit.”

Blake met his gaze. “I can handle my own problems.”

“Not on my team,” Adrian’s demeanor hardened slightly. He leaned close to Blake’s ear, speaking in a voice only Blake could hear. “We handle things together. That’s what separates us from those assholes. They only think of themselves—we work together.” Then Adrian stepped back, meeting Blake’s gaze seriously. “I protect my people. End of story.”

Mike, who’d been uncharacteristically quiet during the whole scene, finally spoke up. “Did Coach really move Blake to first power play?”

Adrian’s serious expression vanished, replaced by that infinitely charming smile that had convinced countless professors to accept late assignments. “As of ten minutes ago.” He launched the empty bottle at the recycling bin across the room, perfect shot without looking. “Said he was tired of watching us pass around the perimeter like we’re playing fucking patty-cake.”

He clapped Blake’s shoulder hard enough to stagger a smaller guy. “You’re the trigger man now. Congrats, ace.”

Blake nodded—he’d already known this, but Brennan’s trust still made him a bit excited, his tone rising. “I’m ready.”

“Good.” Adrian checked his Richard Mille. “Team meeting tomorrow, 7 AM sharp. Don’t be late—Coach is showing game film of our next opponent.” He looked around the locker room, raising his voice. “Tell Tanner if he oversleeps again, he’s doing suicides until his legs fall off.”

Eric laughed. “Ad, I’ll personally drag his ass there.”

“That’s why I love you, Eric.” Adrian stripped off his underwear, completely unbothered about displaying his cock—he had a big one, according to Adrian himself 7.8 inches hard, probably one source of his fearless confidence, though Blake had now seen bigger. “Where we drinking tonight? My treat.” He smirked at Blake. “Unless you’ve got another date with your textbooks?”

Blake didn’t take the bait, just continued methodically organizing his gear.

“No way.” Adrian wiggled his eyebrows. “Banks, you bailing again for some fucking… systems whatever?”

“Industrial Systems Engineering,” Blake said without looking up.

“Right. Whatever gets you off, man.” Adrian wrapped a towel around his waist. “O’Brien, you coming after you shower? Or you permanently attached to Banks’ ass?”

Mike grinned. “I go where the free beer flows.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Adrian headed toward the showers. “Let’s wash off this stink and get properly drunk! Everyone else, don’t study too late—save some brain cells for the next game.”

After Adrian and the others entered the showers, Mike let out a low whistle. “Holy shit, that was intense.” He looked at Blake with new respect. “Where’d you learn that wrist grab thing? For a second I thought Colton was gonna piss himself.”

Blake shrugged, already removing his practice jersey. “Around.”

“Around,” Mike laughed, mimicking. “You’re something else, Banks.” He glanced toward the showers where Adrian had just entered, shaking his head with a mix of awe and amusement. “And Adrian, man… dude walks in and completely flips the whole situation in like ten seconds.”

“That’s Adrian,” Blake said simply, pulling out his towel.

“We’re both in business, but I’m just trying to get the degree,” Mike lowered his voice even though they were alone. “But he was born for that shit. You should see him pitch investment ideas to our TAs.”

Blake gave a small nod of acknowledgment as he continued changing.

“But Adrian’s right about how he handled Colton and those guys,” Mike added, tone becoming more serious. “Let them go and they’d make your life hell right now. Colton’s dad has connections, his donations let Colton get away with whatever he wants at school.”

“Then he’s overdue for disappointment,” Blake said simply, heading for the showers.

Mike shook his head, watching his friend walk away. Mike had come to campus early for summer training before school started, spending that break living with Blake in rooms Brennan arranged—seemingly provided by Adrian. Two small-town pretty boys in the big city bonded fast, but Blake always seemed to be carrying something he didn’t want to share with Mike. Sometimes Mike couldn’t help worrying about his promising friend.

The Truck Stop

 Olly drove his battered old car down the A-road, music blaring through his speakers. At just 18, with his blond spiky hair and diminutive frame, he looked like a lost. But Olly knew exactly where he was going.

As he pulled over at a particular lay-by, he noticed three large trucks parked nearby. Thickset men milled about, clad in Hi-Viz jackets, their powerful bodies an imposing sight.

Olly got out of his car, and immediately one of the men caught his eye. Butch, the driver of the nearest truck, was a beast of a man, with bulging muscles and a shaved head. As he stepped down from the cab, his crotch tented obviously in his tight orange trousers.

“Hey there, sweet thing,” Butch called out, his voice a deep rumble. “Having some car trouble?”

Olly swallowed hard, feeling flustered but also intrigued. “Uh, yeah. I’m not sure what’s wrong with it.”

Butch ambled over, his heavy boots thumping on the tarmac. He circled behind Olly and ran a large, rough hand over the boy’s pert bubble butt. Olly gasped and arched his back, pressing into the touch.

Two of Butch’s fellow drivers had wandered over, eyeing the cute young stranger. Butch didn’t seem to care that he had an audience. He spun Olly around and claimed his mouth in a searing kiss, one hand still groping that plump ass.

Olly melted against the big man, moaning into the kiss. Butch tasted of smoke and beer and smelled of sweat and diesel. He plundered Olly’s mouth with his thick tongue, and the boy found himself hardening in his skinny jeans.

The other truckers watched in silence, stroking their own bulges. Butch finally pulled back, both he and Olly panting.

“Come on, lad. We’ll fix up your motor, later” Butch said, voice husky with lust. “First though, we’ll take care of you.”

In a daze, Olly let himself be led by the hand to the back of Butch’s truck. The big man yanked open the rear doors to reveal a dimly lit space with a bedroll and some crates.

Before Olly could react, Butch had him pressed face-first against the truck, grinding that huge erection into the cleft of his ass. One hand slid around to palm Olly through his jeans.

“Fuck, just as I thought,” Butch growled. “You’re a little slut, aintcha? Gagging for a real man’s cock.”

Olly whimpered, his own cock throbbing almost painfully. “Yes! I need it! Please!”

The truckers cheered, working to free their own impressive manhood’s from the confines of their Hi-Viz. Olly found himself stripped bare and on his knees, face to crotch with three musky, leaking dicks.

“Open wide, boy,” Butch commanded. He fisted his shaft and slapped it against Olly’s face. “Show us what that tight little throat can do.”

Eagerly Olly parted his lips and took the tip of Butch’s cock inside. It was huge and hot, the skin silky over the thick hardness. He sucked and slurped noisily, drool running down his chin as he tried to take the massive thing deeper.

Butch grunted and fisted a hand in Olly’s blond spiky hair, fucking his face with wet, slapping thrusts. The two other men took turns feeding Olly their cocks, using his mouth like a cheap fleshlight.

As one dick pumped down his gullet, another rubbed over his lips and cheeks, smearing them with pre-cum. The third man aimed his cock at Olly’s face, hosing him with streams of piss.

Olly gurgled and sputtered, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, the depraved act just made him harder, if that were possible. He drank down what he could, the sharp taste of piss mingling with the salt of pre-cum on his tongue.

Finally, Butch yanked him off by the hair. “Turn around, lad. Hands and knees.”

Olly scrambled to obey, presenting his smooth, hairless hole. Butch gave it a few rough slaps before digging in his fingers and spreading the boy open.

“You’re fucking drenched,” Butch marvelled, feeling Olly’s entrance clench around his digits. “You were made for this, a sloppy little cum dump for real men to use.”

Olly started pushing back onto the thick fingers violating him. He knew it was true. He lived to be filled and fucked, to be treated like a filthy whore.

Butch worked him open until Olly was babbling and loose, then lined up his enormous cock. “Beg for it,” he commanded.

“Please!” Olly wailed. “Fuck me, ruin my slutty hole! I need your big cock stretching me out! Use me like the desperate cumslut I am!”

With a roar, Butch slammed forward, spearing Olly on his shaft in one brutal thrust. The boy howled, back bowing at the sudden intrusion. Butch didn’t slow down, just started pounding away, his heavy balls slapping against Olly’s ass.

The other men grabbed Olly’s ankles and held him open, putting his stretched hole on lewd display. They stroked themselves, groaning as they watched Butch ream Olly’s guts.

It wasn’t long before Butch snarled and shoved in deep, flooding Olly’s insides with what felt like gallons of hot cum. Olly wailed and came untouched, his little cock spurting weakly into bed of the truck.

Butch pulled out and the next man took his place, shoving in and continuing the relentless pounding. Olly was fucked and filled again and again, the men using his holes like their own personal fucktoy.

Ropes of cum dripped from his gaping, twitching ass. Piss splashed over his face and hair as he sucked and slurped at the sloppy dicks, trying to catch every drop of their foul fluid.

By the time they were done, Olly was a wreck, covered in sweat, cum and piss. His mind was fuzzy, his body pleasantly aching all over. He’d never felt so thoroughly used and satisfied.

The truckers pulled him up and wiped him down with rough hands. “Thanks for the ride, boy,” Butch said with a slap to Olly’s cum-splattered cheek. “You’re a natural slut.”

Olly just smiled dopily, clutching at the big man’s arm. “Anytime, sir. You’re welcome to wreck my holes whenever you want.”

As promised, one of the men had a look at Olly’s car and got it fixed up. On legs that still felt like jelly, Olly staggered back to the driver’s seat.

Butch pressed a scrap of paper into his hand – his phone number. “Keep that handy, kid. Next time you’re out this way, give me a call. I’ll make sure you get the thorough servicing you deserve.”

Olly palmed the number to his chest, grinning like a fool. Butch looked at his car and easily fixed it, Olly got back into his car and sent Butch a quick text message so he would have his own number, Olly pulled out of the lay-by, already craving his next encounter with the muscled, cum-hungry truckers. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he found a reason to break down on their route again.

After all, a slutty little thing like him needed to be used regularly, and he knew just the men to do it. Olly drove off into the night, a contented, well-fucked smile on his face.

**********

It was about a week later when the urge to be used hit Olly again, the urge to be used by butch men…

It was late, far later than anyone ought to be out on their own. But Olly had a mission. He’d been trawling the gay hookup apps for hours, looking for the perfect specimen. Someone big, burly, and butch. A real man.

He’d finally found him – a strapping 6’2″ lorry driver named Carl. Carl had responded to Olly’s pleas for a good, hard dicking with a single photo – a close-up of his bulge, barely contained by a pair of tight jeans. Olly had nearly cum on the spot.

They’d arranged to meet at a secluded lay-by, a spot notorious for its late-night liaisons. Olly had arrived first, his heart pounding as he leaned against his battered old hatchback.

When the lorry finally pulled into view, Olly’s mouth went dry. It was colossal, a behemoth of matt black metal. The driver’s cab glinted in the moonlight. Olly could make out shadowy forms moving inside – and more than one.

A door hissed open and Carl lumbered down, all 6’2″ and 200 pounds of him. Baseball cap, stubble, arms like tree trunks. He was divine.

“Evening,” Carl rumbled, his voice a deep, sexy burr. “The name’s Carl.”

“Olly,” he replied, barely above a whisper. “Pleased to meet you.” His eyes flickered to the lorry, where several pairs of eyes peered out at him. “You…brought friends?”

Carl jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “My crew. We’ve been on the road all day. Weren’t about to pass up a chance to drain our balls.”

He stepped closer, till Olly could smell the musk of him, feel the heat radiating off his body. “You gonna be a good little slut for us?”

Olly’s knees went weak. “Yes sir,” he breathed. “Use me however you want.”

A deep chuckle. “Oh we will, pretty boy. Oh we will.”

Strong hands closed around Olly’s biceps, pulling him into the lorry. He barely had time to squeak before he was shoved face-down over the seats. The scent of sweat and diesel filled his nostrils.

“Right lads, piece of arse,” Carl growled. “Let’s see what we’re working with.” Rough hands pawed at Olly, tugging down his jeans, revealing a yellow lace thong panty. His pale arse cheeks were bared to the hungry gazes of the truckers.

“Fuck, would you look at that,” one of them grunted appreciatively. “Sweet little span of it. Can’t wait to see it stretched around my cock.”

“Lick him,” Carl commanded. A moment later, a wet tongue swiped over Olly’s twitching hole. He shuddered, a moan escaping him.

“Dirty fucking slut,” Carl’s voice came from right by his ear. “You like that, don’t you? Being manhandled by real men.”

“Yes sir,” Olly whimpered, pushing his hips back.

“Good boy.” A finger probed his mouth, pushing past his lips. “Suck.”

Olly obeyed instantly, his tongue swirling around the thick digit.

Another finger joined the first, then a third. They pumped in and out, slicking up his throat. “Getting him ready for the main event,” Carl said with a filthy chuckle. “Gonna ruin this cunt.”

Olly just moaned around the fingers fucking his face. He was hard as nails, his cock untouched between his legs.

“Mouth’s wet enough. Get in him, Malc.”

A moment later, the blunt head of a cock nuzzled at Olly’s hole. It was huge, easily the thickest he’d ever had. He gasped as it pushed inside, his straining rim giving way to the relentless pressure.

“Fuck me,” Malc grunted as he bottomed out. “Tight as a drum and hot as fuck.”

Olly could only wail, his nails scrabbling at the seat beneath him. His cock bobbed and leaked, smearing sticky trails along the vinyl.

Malc set a brutal pace, his heavy balls smacking against Olly’s arse with every thrust. It was intense, it was animalistic, it was everything Olly had ever wanted.

Before long, a second cock replaced the fingers in his mouth. “Suck me off, you little cock whore,” a new voice said. “Gonna paint your face with jizz.”

Olly suckled the thick meat, his throat bulging obscenely. His own cock jumped and twitched between his legs.

Malc picked up the pace, his hips a blur as he railed Olly’s shuddering hole. “Gonna…fuck…cum soon,” he grunted. “You want our load, slut? Want us to pump you full?”

“Please,” Olly sobbed, trying to nod around the big dick deep in his throat. “Please fill me up. I need it. Need your cum.”

Malc roared, slamming in one final time before holding Olly in place. Olly felt the first hot spurt paint his insides, and then the next, and the next. His eyes rolled back in his head at the bliss of it.

The cock in his mouth exploded next, his muffled scream vibrating around the shaft. Spunk flooded his mouth and he gulped it down greedily, drunk on the taste.

Dizzy and overstimulated, Olly barely noticed as he was flipped onto his back. A third cock – they all took their turn, pounding Olly into the seats, coating him in their jizz.

By the time they were done, Olly was a wreck, covered in sweat, cum and piss. His mind was fuzzy, his body pleasantly aching all over. He’d never felt so thoroughly used and satisfied.

The truckers pulled him up and wiped him down with rough hands. “Thanks for the ride, boy,” Carl said with a slap to Olly’s cum-splattered cheek. “You’re a great fuck.”

Olly just smiled dopily, clutching at the big man’s arm. “Anytime, sir. You’re welcome to wreck my hole whenever you want.”

Carl gave Olly his telephone number “Keep that handy, kid. Next time you need a fucking good pounding, give me a call. I’ll make sure we’re around.”

Olly slid the number into his super tight low-rise jeans, grinning like a fool. He pulled out of the lay-by he was sated, at least for a while. As he drove home in his battered Ford Fiesta, he recalled the first time he was used by a dirty trucker, he was 13 when it happened.

Olly was riding his bicycle home from school when he had a puncture, he was at the side of the road. Olly found that his repair kit which he kept in the saddle bag was missing, he started to cry as it meant a long walk home pushing his useless bike.

A van pulled up behind him, the man got out and went over to Olly. “What up boy?”

“Puncture, and I still have 4 miles to get home” he said still crying.

“Hey, nothing is that bad, I can sort that for you, I’ve finished my shift anyways, where do you live boy?” Olly told him and the man grinned “Well then, I don’t live too far away from you, I can soon sort your bike out.”

“Thank you sir.” The man grinned at his politeness. The man bundled his bike into the back of his van and Olly got into his van next to him. The man lit a cigarette and offered Olly one who declined. Olly knew he was gay when he was 10, but so far had not done anything. He looked at the man properly and saw through his tight tee shirt that the man’s nipples looked odd. “Why do you nipples look odd?” he asked innocently.

He smiled at Olly and, I have the pierced, wanna look?” Olly nodded. As they were at a set of traffic lights, the man quickly took off his tee and showed Olly the huge thick rings through his nipples. “Do they hurt?”

“Nah, the feel very sexy, especially when a cutie such as you licks and bites them.” Olly looked at the man and smiled. The lights changed and they moved off; Olly couldn’t take his eyes off the man’s huge nipple rings. “Go on boy, play with them, you know you want to.”

Olly smiled at him again and decided that he would, he moved forwards and used one hand to play with the rings through his nipples. “Take it in your mouth and gently chew on my nipple, feels fucking great to me.” Olly did as he was told and gently took the nipple into his mouth and began working the nipple and the piercing using his mouth. “Fuck yeah” the man moaned as he drove along. “Now chew a bit harder, I like to feel a bit of pain boy.” Again Olly did as he was told and bit down, he was scared that he was going to hurt him but the only response he got was a moan.

After a while Olly sat back “did you enjoy that boy?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, we are nearly home, I’ll repair your bike later but first we can play a bit more.” Olly looked at him grinning broadly “You’d like that then?” Again Olly nodded with the biggest grin on his face.

“Come on boy” the man said getting out of the car. As soon as they got indoors the man got himself and Olly a beer.

“Wow thanks.”

“Don’t drink it too quickly boy, sup it slowly. By the way I’m Trevor.” Olly nodded.

“I’m Olly.”

“Well Olly, I am going to get out of these work clothes and get more comfortable. He disappeared and surprisingly Olly didn’t feel scared or worried, he was excited about what he thought might happen.

Trevor soon came back and he was naked “Wow” Olly exclaimed very surprised. “Your cock, it so big and what’s that through the end?”

“It is a piercing, it’s called a Prince Albert, the boys I fuck like it, they say it feels so good.” Trevor sat next to Olly and the drank their beer. “I think you should get naked now Olly, since I am.” Olly got up and took off his clothes. “Well, you’re nice and hard Olly.”

Olly grinned. “Can I suck you?”

I did as I was told and knelt down in front of Trevor. His cock was enormous, thick and long with the shiny metal ring running through the head. I’d never seen anything like it before.

“Well, go on then,” Trevor said with a smirk. “Show me what you can do.”

I leaned forward and wrapped my hand around his heavy shaft, feeling the weight of it in my palm. Then I opened my mouth wide and took the head past my lips. The taste of him exploded on my tongue, musky and male. I could feel the cool metal of the Prince Albert against my teeth.

“Mmmm, good boy,” Trevor groaned, reaching down to run his fingers through my hair. “That’s it, take more of it.”

I relaxed my jaw and pushed forward, taking inch after thick inch into my mouth and down my throat. This was my first time doing this, but I had practiced on bananas and carrots, determined to be good at it for him. Soon his entire length had slid down my gullet and I could feel his coarse pubic hair tickling my chin.

“Fuuuck!” Trevor gasped, his hips juddering. “I didn’t think you’d be able to take it all, but your throat is swallowing every inch like a pro. Such a good little cock slut.”

Happy that I was pleasing him, I began bobbing my head up and down, using my tongue to lap at the sensitive head and rub the metal ring. His pre-cum flooded my mouth, slick and salty. I gulped it down greedily, savouring it.

Trevor’s hand tightened in my hair as he started fucking my face, his heavy balls slapping against my chin with each thrust. “Gonna cum soon,” he grunted. “Swallow it all down like a good boy. Don’t spill a drop.”

I moaned around him, the vibrations making him throb in my mouth. Then he was coming with a stuttering cry, his cock pulsing as it pumped a huge load straight down my throat. I swallowed and swallowed, feeling it filling my belly, not letting any escape.

When he finally pulled out, I was left gasping and dizzy, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his spit-shined cock. Trevor grinned down at me, looking very pleased.

“Fucking hell, Olly. That was incredible. You’re a natural-born cocksucker.”

I beamed up at him, feeling proud and giddy. “I practiced a lot. I wanted to be good for you, Trevor.”

“Well, you sure exceeded my expectations. I think you’ve earned a reward.” His eyes twinkled wickedly.

I quivered in anticipation, knowing exactly what reward he meant. “Please Trevor, I want it so bad. I want you to fuck me.”

“I know you do, baby. And I’m gonna give this tight little ass exactly what it needs.” He hauled me to my feet and bent me over the arm of the sofa. “Present your hole for me.”

Face burning, I reached back and spread my cheeks apart, exposing my pink pucker. Trevor groaned at the sight.

“Fuck, I’ve never seen a prettier ass. I’m gonna wreck this hole, Olly. I’m gonna pound you so hard you’ll be feeling it for days. You’ll be ruined for anyone else after I’m done with you.”

“Yes, please!” I begged shamelessly, too desperate to care how I sounded. “I’m yours, Trevor. Use me, ruin me. I just need your cock in me.”

“Since you asked so nicely…” After eating me out, he used a load of lube to stretch me. He put the piercing into my ass letting it sit here in the entrance. Then with one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in my virgin ass.

I screamed, back bowing, nails scrabbling at the sofa. It burned, it ached, it was too much. But then Trevor started moving, long, deep strokes that sent sparks exploding behind my eyelids. The pain gave way to pleasure, blinding and all-consuming.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Trevor panted, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. “Gonna fucking split you open on my cock. Milk me dry with this greedy hole.”

I could only moan brokenly in response, completely lost to the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly filled and stretched. Trevor’s heavy balls slapped against my taint with each brutal thrust. The obscene sound of skin on skin and my wanton cries filled the room.

“Touch yourself,” Trevor commanded breathlessly. “I want to feel you cum on my cock like a good little slut.”

I fumbled for my own aching erection, stroking it in time with Trevor’s pistoning hips. It only took a few strokes before I was coming with a strangled shout, spending all over my fingers and the sofa. My walls clamped down rhythmically around Trevor’s plunging cock.

“Fuck, that’s it, cum for me Olly,” Trevor growled, slamming into me harder. “Gonna fill this pussy up, mark you inside and out as mine.”

He bottomed out one final time and held himself there, cock pulsing as he flooded my guts with his hot seed. I could feel it painting my insides, soothing the ache of the initial breach.

After a long moment, Trevor carefully withdrew, his softening cock slipping out of my tender hole with a gush of combined fluids. He pulled me up into his arms, cradling me against his sweat-slicked chest.

“There’s my good boy,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses to my hair and face. “You took your first cock so well. Such a perfect little fuck doll for me.”

I preened in his praise, feeling boneless and sated. My first time had been everything I had hoped for and more. Trevor was right – I was ruined for anyone else now. My body was his to use as he saw fit. And I couldn’t wait for him to wreck me again and again…….

I arrived home and parked up and got our of my car “I wonder what happened to Trevor?” I said as I was opening the front door to get inside my bedsit.

**********

I stripped, I intended to shower but ‘fuck it’ I crashed on the bed and was fast asleep in no time, dreams of hot sex in layby’s with truckers, on the heath with anyone with a cock large enough.

Needless to say I woke the next morning horny as hell, despite what my body had been through the night before.

I showered and got myself ready for college. I was going to wear trackie bottoms so I could slouch around, but something told me to wear a pair of my super tight jeans with a low rise, this pair were bright yellow, so I pulled on a lycra top in black to compliment and a pair of Nike TN’s in black, picked up my bag and set off for a probable boring day listening to professors drone on.

I went to my first of the day wishing I could get the fuck outta there, but reality hits and I need a decent job after all this. So I knuckled down.

By the time the day was at an end, I can say I was happy, happy to be outta there, I had a couple of essays to write, so I went to the library as I had decided to get at least one out of the way before doing anything else.

**********

 Satisfied with the one essay I got done, I made my way home. I walked rather than get the tube, which as it turns out was a good idea of mine, because when I turned into a fairly quiet street, I heard a large deep toot from a truck, I ignored it at first but it happened again, this time I looked round and I saw Butch across the road leaning out of his truck with a huge grin on his face. “Fancy seeing you here boy?”

I crossed the road and he opened his passenger door and I climbed up “fuck” I exclaimed when I saw him properly, he was naked and with a massive boner “do you always drive around like that?”

“Only when I am hoping to meet a filthy boy like you.”  Butch pulled me closer, his strong arms enveloping me in his embrace as his lips crashed against mine. The musky scent of his armpits filled my nostrils, stoking the fires of my lust. I dove in, my tongue delving into the sweaty crevice, savouring his unique flavour. “Fucking filthy cunt,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

His large hands gripped my ass, kneading the firm globes before delivering a sharp smack that echoed through the cab of the truck. I yelped in pain and pleasure, my cock throbbing against the confines of my jeans. Butch’s erection jutted out from between his legs, heavy and thick, the bulbous head already glistening with pre-cum.

“I need that tight hole of yours, boy,” he demanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Get those pants off and present yourself to me.”

I scrambled to obey, shimmying out of my jeans and briefs and turning to face him. Butch’s eyes darkened with hunger as they roamed over my body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. I reached back and spread my cheeks, revealing my twitching pink hole to him.

“Fucking beautiful,” he purred, reaching out to circle my rim with a calloused finger. “I’m going to wreck this ass, boy. I’m going to pound into you until you’re screaming my name and begging me to fill you with my cum.”

I shuddered at his words, my hole clenching around nothing. I needed him inside me, needed to be stretched and filled and used like the dirty slut I was. “Please, Butch,” I whimpered, rolling my hips back against his finger. “I need your cock.”

Butch chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling through his chest. He lined himself up with my entrance, the thick head of his dick pushing insistently against my furled muscle. “Brace yourself, boy. I’m going to give you the fucking of a lifetime.”

And then he was plunging into me, his massive cock spearing me open and forcing the air from my lungs. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my back bowing as I tried to adjust to his size. Butch gave me no time to accommodate him, setting a brutal pace that had the truck rocking on its wheels.

“Fucking… take… it,” he grunted, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust of his hips. “Take my fucking cock like the dirty cum slut you are.”

I could only moan in response, my mind going blank as pleasure consumed me. Butch’s cock was ruthless, pummelling my prostate with every thrust and sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my body. I forgot about everything outside of the truck – the second essay, my walk home, the world beyond the cab. All that mattered was the feeling of Butch’s cock and his huge piercing dick splitting me open and the knowledge that he was going to fill me with his seed.

“Hurts… so good,” I babbled, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. “Gonna… cum… fuck, Butch, gonna cum on your cock!”

He snarled, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips hard enough to bruise. “Do it then, boy. Cum for me like the filthy whore you are. Milk my cock with that tight ass.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a guttural moan, I came untouched, my cock pulsing as I spurted strings of pearly white onto the seat beneath us. Butch followed me over the edge a moment later, his cock twitching and throbbing as he emptied himself deep inside me.

We collapsed together in a sweaty, sated heap, our bodies still joined. Butch’s softening cock slipped from my well-used hole, and I felt his cum begin to dribble out of me. I was thoroughly fucked out, my mind fuzzy and my body aching in all the best ways.

“Fuck, boy,” Butch said, his voice rough from his exertions. “You are an amazing fuck.”

I smiled lazily, snuggling back against his broad chest. “Anytime, Butch. Anytime you need your dirty cum slut.”

He chuckled, his arms tightening around me. “Good. Because I’m going to need you again real soon. My cock is never satisfied for long when it comes to your tight hole.”

I shivered at his words, my well-used ass clenching at the thought of being filled again. I knew it wouldn’t be long before Butch was ready for another round. And I would be there, eager and willing to take everything he had to give.

Because that’s what dirty cum sluts like me did best. We took cock and cum and gave pleasure to our alphas, no matter how many times they needed us.

**********

Butch drove me home to my bedsit, I was about to get out when I realised that I never told him where I live “hang on a sec, how so you know where I live  Butch?”

“You are a fucking sexy boy, I wanted to learn more about you, so I did some research, I want to see more of you.”

“You’ve seen everything I have a couple of times Butch” I said grinning.

“Yeah and I fucking like what I see too.”

“Do you really?”

“Yes, I fucking do, nice bubble butt, almost hairless, cute, and likes filth as much as I do.” I blushed at his comments.

“As you seem to know where I live, you are welcome to come round any fucking time you like.”

“Good” he pulled me into a long deep kiss and then released me “I finish at seven this evening, expect me at about eight-ish tonight, and I intend staying over too.”

“Are you now?”

“Yes, I fucking am and do not question me boy, you know you want more of my musk, more of my seed, more of my cock.”

“Yes okay, of course I fucking do.” I got out and he tooted his horn and drove off. When I got to my room and automatically got naked and despite cumming earlier, my cock was steel hard and I was ready to be used once more. Then I realised that this is the first guy that I have seen a second time and tonight I’ll see him again. “Oh well” I said to the empty room, I ain’t gonna worry about it, he is fucking horny.”

Eight o’clock took a fucking age to come, but finally there was a knock on the door. I opened it with a huge grin and say how he was dressed “What the fuck!” I said shocked. “You look totally amazing, what are you wearing?”

“It’s a rubber one piece suit, do you like it?”

“It looks amazing, really shows off your body and muscles.” I stepped back and let him pass, I closed the door.

Butch wandered into the sitting room and sat down putting his helmet on the coffee table, he pulled me onto his lap. Butch pulled me into a kiss “glad you’re naked boy, I like looking at your cute, slim, hairless body. Butch caressed my all over, my cock was leaking pre-cum, just from being near to this hunk.

“You are so turned on aren’t you?”

“The couple of times we’ve been together, I always get hard and horny, I have never been like that with anyone before, I mean sex is sex but with you it seems different somehow.” I looked into Butch’ eyes, he had the bluest eyes I had ever seen.

Butch just sat and listened to me babble on. I have never felt this way before, about anyone. And here I was, telling him – that there was something special about our encounters. Something that went beyond mere physical attraction.

Butch smiled, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. “I knew it,” he purred, his hand sliding down to grasp my bare ass. “I knew you felt it. This connection between us.”

I shivered at his touch, my cock jumping in excitement. God, the way he worshipped my body…it was intoxicating. Addicting. “Please,” I whimpered, grinding my hips against his. “I need you. I need your cock inside me.”

Butch growled, his grip on my ass tightening. “Oh, I know you do, baby boy. I can see how desperate you are for it.” He stood up suddenly, lifting me easily in his strong arms. “Bedroom. Now.”

I nodded frantically; the whole of my body was trembling with anticipation. Butch carried me to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed. He stood over me for a moment, drinking in the sight of my naked, needy body. Then he reached down and removed the codpiece of his rubber suit, freeing his massive, throbbing cock.

I moaned at the sight, my mouth watering. “Fuck, Butch…you’re so big. So perfect.”

He chuckled darkly. “You love my cock, don’t you boy? Love how it stretches you out and fills you up.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “God yes. Please, give it to me. Use me. Ruin me for anyone else.”

Butch grinned, fisting his erection and smacking it against my hole a few times, teasing me. “As you wish, slut. I’m going to fuck you so hard; you won’t walk straight for a week.”

And then he was pushing inside me, his thick shaft spearing me open and claiming me utterly. I cried out, back arching off the bed as he hilted himself deep. He felt so good, stretching me deliciously, hitting all the right spots.

“Fuck yes,” Butch groaned, starting to move. “Take my cock, boy. Take it like you were made for it.”

He set a brutal pace, pounding into me hard and fast. The bed creaked and shook with the force of his thrusts. I could only hold on for dear life, my legs wrapped around his waist, my nails raking down his rubber-clad back.

Sweat dripped down our bodies as we rutted together, lost in a haze of pleasure. Filthy words spilled from our lips, a litany of moans and gasps and growls. It was animalistic, primal…raw.

Butch angled his hips, finding that special spot inside me that made me see stars. I keened, clenching down hard around him. “There,” I babbled. “Fuck, right there! Don’t stop!”

He hammered into me relentlessly, his blue eyes boring into mine. “You’re mine,” he snarled. “This tight little ass belongs to me. Say it.”

“Yours,” I sobbed brokenly, my cock spurting dribbles of pre all over my stomach. “I’m yours, Butch.”

Butch roared, slamming into me one last time before stilling. His cock jerked and throbbed as he came, flooding my insides with his hot seed. I could feel it painting my guts, marking me as his on the inside just as surely as his hands on my hips marked me on the outside.

I shuddered through the aftershocks; little mewls of bliss escaping me. Butch collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress. We lay there for long moments, gasping for air, sweat cooling on our skin.

Finally, Butch rolled off me, his softening cock slipping out of my used hole with a wet squelch. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at me, a sated, satisfied smile on his handsome face.

“That was incredible,” he rumbled, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair off my forehead. “You’re incredible.”

I blushed, grinning back up at him. “You’re not so bad yourself, stud.”

Butch laughed, leaning down to capture my lips in a slow, sweet kiss. I melted into his embrace, pouring all my newfound feelings into the press of our mouths.

When we finally parted, I gazed up at him, my heart in my eyes. “I meant what I said,” I whispered. “About being yours.”

His smile softened, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheek. “I want you all the time boy, each time we fuck I want it more, in fact all the fucking time.”

I giggled, nuzzling into his touch. “I like the sound of that.”

Butch just smirked, tugging me in close. “It has a certain ring to it,” he agreed, his voice low and full of promise.

And there, in that moment, wrapped up in the strong arms of my rubber-clad, skinhead biker boy, I for the first time in my life – felt contented.

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I woke first, I sat and looked at Butch, I don’t know what he was thinking about whilst he slept but he looked contented. My eyes wandered down his amazing body to his groin, his cock was hard, I knew I wanted it in my mouth and down into my throat. I looked up at his face and he was still asleep, I tenderly lifted his cock and took the large, pierced head into my mouth, neither of us had cleaned up after last night, so it tasted of sex, causing me to moan.

I took more and pushed feeling the huge piercing at the back of my throat. I pushed hard taking every long fat inch into my throat. At that moment Butch woke up. “Fuck boy, that feels so good. I hope you are thirsty, cause I need a wicked piss.” I pushed down and stayed there, I felt him start to piss, all of it sliding down my tight throat into my stomach.

When he finished he pulled me up to his face, he was grinning and pulled me into a long hot snog. “Nice way to wake me boy.”

“Pity this suit isn’t see through, I love looking at all your tattoos.” I said casually. “Have you got to go into work today?”

“Unfortunately yeah, be away for a couple of days.”

“Oh” I said a bit upset.

“You can always come with me you know, be good to have somebody to chat to.” My eyes lit up “wanna do that then?” I nodded eagerly and kissed him. “What about college?”

“Fuck college, you are more important to me than college.” Butch pulled me to him and snogged me deeply. “Come on then boy, get dressed and I’ll find you something to wear at the depot.

I quickly put some clothes on and we left my place, I got on his bike, he told me it was a Harley Davidson something or other. He had me hold him round the wait and we were off to the depot.

As soon as we got there I noticed all those hunky and dirty truckers, I moaned as I looked around, Butch took my hand and pulled me to him “eyes front boy, I’ve already told you that you are mine and if I ever allow to play with anyone else it will be when I say with who I say.”

“Yes sir” I said nodding.

“Good boy.” He took me into a small portacabin, strip off boy, and I’ll find you something to wear.” I stripped of my clothes and stood there naked and hard.

Butch soon came back and saw my cock was hard. “what already?”

“Can’t keep a good slut down.” He came over picked me up and kissed me.

“Being a slut is what bought you to me, so I am not complaining.” He dropped a pair of rigger boots, a filthy jockstrap and a pair of nylon shorts. “Get that on whilst I change and we can set off.”

I picked up the jockstrap, I could smell the piss, sweat and sum all over it, I pulled it on followed by the nylon shorts and rigger boots. “No top?”  I asked when he came back wearing his well-fitting Hi-Viz.”

“No, you’ll be naked soon enough anyway.” I grinned and we headed to his truck and off to more adventures…..

The four guys were left tied in their cages and we all went back to camp except Frank who stood watch , well it was before dawn when we heard the shouts and swearing , we all went down to see our captives , who were not so full of themselves now . What the fuck is going on Oscar screamed at Frank as we all arrived , Frank was all smiley and said well lads we heard you had a little fun with our young friends here , pointing at me and Tom , so we thought it only fair that we had a little fun with you too , now one at a time we will take you out of the cages and if you preform your task you move on to the next part he pulled Henry out first , So Henry , let me explain , you are to start on the first dildo and stay on it till I say move then you will move to the next and soon till the fifth, the look on all their faces was memorable , Wess shouted you must be fucking joking if you think I am doing that , Ki turned to him and said if you or anyone ¨refuses to do it you will be back in the cage and I will  fuck you with the biggest dildo till I think you have had enough and that will be a long time , so you choose swiftly along the log on all five sort of breaking your hole in or me raping you with the big one straight off .That shut him up and so Henry started you could see the fear and pain on his face Frank made him stay on each for about five minutes  , when he was on the third Oscar was pulled out and he started and then the other two , now boys don´t take to long getting that dildo up your hole as poor Henry here has to stay on till you all catch up , there was a lot of swearing but I was shocked they did it I smiled as they got off and could hardly walk . They lay in the sand , come on come on no time to rest and they were pulled up and were tied to the St Andrew´s crosses then the heavy logs were attached by rope to their balls and me and Tom took great pleasure in rolling the logs down the back there were shouts of pain as their ball bags were stretched from their bodies . Now Pete , PJ, Joe and Ki stood behind them and with whips similar to the ones used on me they beat their butts and balls , the screams got worse , Frank said you didn´t mind when your were beating our friend here so we thought you would love to try yourselves . There was now a bit of blood but this did not deter  as the whipping went on for a good 15 minutes . They were cut down and were pretty messed up what with to torments and nothing to eat or drink in the heat , the fight seemed to be knocked out of them , but my guys had more in store now when the tide came in small crabs came in to and they nipped at anything . The four were pegged into the sand just so their heads were above high water mark , but every now and then a surge would cover their faces , then the shouts and screams started again as the little crabs started to nip their toes, legs dicks ball and nipples anything they could get a claw round . We left them so we could go eat this time PJ stayed to watch over them , he was going to start suggesting they might want to leave the show and the first one to say I´ll go will be let up , but if they went back on it there would be worse to come .They were left pegged all night us all taking turns to watch . The next morning Henry wept and said he wanted out could he be let free , Well said Pete you will be let up but not free , he was pulled from the water two crabs still hung from his cock , and had his hands tied behind his back and his feet tied so he could walk but slowly by shuffling , he was fed and give water , and kept an eye on by us . he kept saying its was Jones idea , I just want to go home and      forget this whole thing . The other three were left in the water till about noon when Ki and Frank released them only to hog tie them again , Now said Frank nether of you is going to enjoy my cock up your butt but I won the toss so I get to fuck you all till I´ve had enough, and I can tell you I can fuck like a train so any one else want to leave , no one said a word Frank started on Jones , he was very rough and rammed hard balls deep into him , Jones was near to passing out by the time Frank pulled out and  started on Wess , Frank was really into it and was banging away slapping Wess every time he swore at Frank , Oscar was looking very worried and before Frank had finished with Wess Oscar was pleading to go , so he to was tied as was Henry . Jones had come round a bit and started to mouth off as to what he was gonna to to us all and Frank  went over slapped him across the face with his cock and then rammed it down his throat  with the warning of smashing his teeth out if he bit .As he was doing Jones’s front PJ went around and fucked his ass and he was followed by Joe , Joe pulled out and said I here you like fisting people I wonder how you like it and with that he was elbow deep in Jones who screamed and passed out , Frank went over to Wess so Wess you up for a fisting too your mate seems to be out of it and its only you now , Wess screamed FUCK FUCK FUCK I´m outta here let me go you weirdos .So now three were leaving , when Jones came too we were all stood around him wanking and Ki said good your back now if you are staying we each are going to have you as a little play thing to keep us ocuppied between games , he spat at Ki , Ki wiped it and said I guess we will be using your spit for lube then and rubbed it on his cock, you are not putting that elephant cock in me you mutant screamed Jones , oh yes Iam and Ki pushed the head on to Jone´s butt hole and that was it Jones gave in , RIGHT YOU BASTARDS i´ll go and so the next dat the crew were called and a story was made up why they wanted to leave and now it was just the seven of us .  

The autumn of cocks

Fall was well installed and Simon was doing surprisingly well at school, earning praises from teachers who were criticizing him the prior years. He had not been in the Principal’s office since the first day but he had seen a couple of times Mr Watley watching him discreetly. At home,  Jim was in a stretch of long working days. Often arriving late but never forgetting his promise. He was always Simon’s last dick of the day.

Meanwhile, Simon had been more confidently hosting his visitors, even if he was alone. When Jim was absent, it was always visitors he had already vetted. Father Gabriel was a regular. Don, from the cottage, almost as often! They both praised how he had become a good bottom. Simon gave all the credit to Jim. At this point of his life, he would say that Jim was owning him totally. When Jim was present, he had a sleuth of new cocks to try. There was a couple of mishaps. Once, a new visitor was hitting him hard while fucking his little ass. Jim heard him crying and came in the room and threw the guy away violently without his clothes and wallet! After taking good care of Simon’s throat and face, he whispered that nobody would ever hurt him. Later that night, while Jim was inside him, making him love in the missionary position, kissing deep, rubbing each other’s bodies, Simon never felt more safe and loved. He knew that their situation was unusual. A lover was not pimping his much younger lover to men four times older! But it was working for both of them. Jim was planning an early retirement. Simon was doing good at school and in every sphere of his life and would have probably anyway fucked all these guys without being paid for!

One afternoon after coming back from school to an empty house, he received a text. Alex, the young bottom he had seen being fucked ferociously in the park, wanted to have a coffee with him. They met at a fast-food joint not far. The young guy was beaming. He announced that he came out to his family.They chatted a while, rekindling their friendship when Alex asked if he could crash at Jim’s, just the time for the dust to settle. Simon agreed to ask Jim. As they were going back, Alex pointed a shabby convenience store. « They have gloryholes booth there. » Simon would have not noticed the place if Alex hadn’t mentioned it but became suddenly excited. They entered what seemed a regular and derelicted convenience store. Alex and him follow the restroom direction and lock themselves in the only booth that was totally completely closed. There were holes on every wall. Big and at different heights. The air was charged with the scent of piss and semen. The floor was sticky. Alex undresses quickly and puts his clothes on a shelf. Probably the only place that could not be reached by human fluids. « The owner of the place send an automated message to a large group of men when the booth is occupied, we should see cocks soon. » Alex was beaming with excitement even if the place seemed really trashy. Nodding, Simon undressed himself quickly. As he was securing his clothes on the shelf, a first cock appeared half erected in a hole near Alex. Simon motioned to enjoy it. Alex took it with his palms, stroking it to make it harder then took it in his mouth with a visible pleasure. He sucked the guy with passion and efficiency. After a while the guy knocked on the wall then proceed to cum in the willing and prepared mouth. A gruff muffled thank you come from the other side. Alex stood up and join him. He kissed him, swapping the hot cum in his mouth. Simon was surprised but kissed back Alex, giving him back part of the cum and they swallowed together, while high-fiving! After a brief moment, two cocks appeared, almost side by side. They both knelt. Simon didn’t care anymore about the dirty floor as he took a very hard but on the smaller side cock in his mouth. He and Alex started to blow the guys and try to work in sync. Heads bobbing at the same time. Licking the cocks. Then Alex made a motion to him and they switched. The guys on the other side were surprised by the change of mouth that they both cummed in a minute interval. No words were exchanged after. No quick thank you. But Simon and Alex swallowed the cum at the same time again. They stayed there for maybe two hours and sucked at least twenty guys. They only left because Jim texted that he would be home soon. 

« That was fun Simon. You are really a good partner at this. I’ve been there a couple of times and I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of cocks to service! » Simon laughed. They had  the same vocabulary! When they arrived at home, the first order of business was to shower. Then Simon had time to whip up a quick dinner just when Jim arrived. The big burly man opened the door and was greeted by a hug and a kiss from Simon. He extended his hand to Alex and Simon introduced them. Jim nodded, remembering Simon’s adventure with the young bottom at the park. Alex was shy at first. Simon had forgotten how Jim could be intimidating with his huge build and big booming voice. They talk about their respective days. Simon, after glossing over the boring school part, talked about meeting Alex for coffee then their visit at the convenience store. Alex was surprised by the complete honesty. Jim laughed. « You two are a menace together. I’m impressed. Of course you can stay here. I have a murphy bed in my office, you can crash there. But before that, I will need to test drive you, if you know what I mean! » He chuckled. Alex nodded quickly then shot a shy glance at Simon. « Simon and I are a couple. We love each other but there is no exclusivity. We are totally honest to each other and both benefit from his love for cocks. Envying the relation between them and knowing what was expected of him, Alex went on his knees and started to blow Jim cock. Simon knew him and was sure he was enjoying it. While he was cleaning the dishes, he watched Alex getting pounded from behind. He was squealing. Jim was really good. The big cock dilates the young anus. Big thrusts. After moaning and grunting, Jim cum in Alex’s ass. « That was pretty good » he said and slapped Alex’s butt. « It was more than pretty good from here »,  said Simon, sat on the recliner arm, his cock hard as a rock and pulsating. Alex didn’t waste any time and  proceeded to  give  him a nice sloppy head. Simon cummed quickly in the bottom’s mouth.

The next weeks were really fun for Simon. He and Alex bonded and quickly became friends. Simon realized it was his first real friend. They shared interests in movies, music and anime. But what was the real bond was their love for cocks. After a couple of days watching Simon receiving friends, Alex asked Jim if he could pimp him as well. Jim refused at first. He was not a real intermediate. He happened to know a lot of guys and was madly enamored with Simon. It was clear from the beginning that it would not happen at his house. After a couple of days of pressure, Jim gave up and brought Alex somewhere a night Simon had a lineup of well known visitors. They both came back late at night. Alex was looking a little bit shaked and Jim had a little smile. After that experience, Alex would never ask Jim again and a couple of weeks after he found his own place. 

While he was at Jim’s house, when they were bored together, they were having sex, taking turns to be the giver. It was unusual for Simon to be on top. It was not his thing at all but he started to enjoy Alex’s ass. He enjoyed being in control and fucking slowly to take more time to cum or faster to enjoy it quickly. The day Alex left, they promised themselves that their relationship would continue and that they would see each other often. But when the door closed, Simon felt a weight lifting from his shoulders. He was happy to resume his routine with Jim. Even Alex could not fathom the depth of their bond. Over everything else, they were lovers. Yes Jim was pimping him but both of them were benefiting from what he was willingly doing. And each night they were making sweet love. Two men sharing a deep love.

One day, Father Gabriel was sipping a coffee with Jim on the porch when Simon came back from school. As soon as he saw the big priest, he felt a tingle in his butt hole. This guy was giving him sensations when he pounded him with his massively large cock. Simon was also surprised because he was supposed to have the night off and Jim wasn’t supposed to be there! Without a word, Simon and Father Gabriel entered the young guy’s room as Jim stayed on the porch, looking pensively at the fall colors. The priest pulled out is cock already fully erected, his girth was magnificent. The big uncut cockhead was already purple, gorged with blood. He moved Simon on all 4’s and proceeded to spit on his hole then started to fuck him right away. 

This lack of gentleness and this brutality were not usual for the big man and Simon felt the pain coming back. Usually now, well prepared, he was ok to take any cock and just felt a little pinch at first. Then of course the usual sensation of pleasure came back and he abandoned himself to the priest who started to fuck him frantically. After what seemed a long time, he grunt and start shivering as he shot his load in the welcoming warmth of Simon’s butt. He pulled out then proceeded to pee on Simon as was his usual way but then left. No towel, no chit chat, he just left and got back to his seat next to Jim. Simon took a little more time to clean up himself and take in the unusual performance of Father Gabriel.

Afterwards, he joined them on the porch. The priest had twinkled in his eyes and Jim looked surprised. « Sorry for that Simon. I wanted to test if you could that kind of fucking. Even if Jim told me you would be ok. I had to see it by myself, like St. Thomas! » Simon was relieved that it was not a permanent change. Gabriel continued, seeming to have taken his decision. « Would you like to come to Rome and the Vatican with me? »

I reached down and felt for Seth’s cock as I was waking up.  As expected, It was hard, wet, and the skin was taught as his dick strained upward in my hand.   The heat of his cock warmed me as I wrapped each finger around his powerful tool.  

“Morning honey” Seth said groggily as he turned his head back and we kissed. 

I pulled us deeper into our spoon, my hard cock now resting between the cheeks of his gorgeous bubble butt.  He pushed back against me, and I knew he wanted it again. 

My fingers did the reconnaissance and found his hole wet and still slick with cum and lube from last night sex in Tom’s living room, so I grabbed my hard cock and pushed it against his tight hole.  His resistance was slight and soon my 8 inch cock was sinking deep inside him, as he moaned softly. 

My hand that was still wrapped around Seth’s huge cock that was now slick with the massive amount of pre-cum that leaked from his slit as I penetrated him and slowly pumped his swollen cock.   Slowly I pushed deeper inside his warm asshole as he pushed against my ass, filling as much of his man cunt as possible with my bloated cock.  Once I was balls deep our lips met again, and our tongues lazily played with each other as we lay coupled together in bed.

Gradually I began to gently thrust my hips, fucking him as we kissed.   But I could tell by the eagerness of his tongue that this quiet morning fuck was not going to satisfy him.  My boyfriend liked it rough, and we were just getting started.  And no matter how hard I tried to give him a loving, gentle fuck, he always got me to pound his hole until I was a sweaty, cum drenched mess.  And when he threw the sheets and blankets from the bed, I knew I was going to have to work hard this morning.  

By my second orgasm, I was not only covered in sweat, Seth’s cum was all over me as well.  I was on my back, and he was towering over me, panting like a dog after a long run.  My dripping cock was still deep inside him, as a sheen of sweat covered his muscular, dancer’s torso after riding me hard for 5 minutes or more.  

His cum was splattered all over both our chest, face, and hair, as he came once while I fucked him on his back, and twice while he was riding my cock like a cowboy riding a steer.  And when he collapsed on top of me our mouths met once again, we kissed deep.

“I hope you know I love you.”  I said to him after our kiss. 

He looked down at me, his eyes focused on mine as he stared.  “You do?”  he questioned. 

“I do, I love you.  And if you’re ready I would like you to move in with us.”  I asked and watched a smile form on his face.  

He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.  The spent cum melded between us.  “I love you too.”  he whispered in my ear.  And then lifted his head and looked left and then right.

“Where are we?”  Seth asked as he continued to look around.  “And where is Matt?” 

He was right, where was Matt?  We haven’t woken up without Matt in our bed for weeks.  And as I looked around, I too realized we weren’t in my room.  And like a light went on at the same time for both of us, we realized we were at Tom and Jakes, and this was their guest room.   And I’m sure Matt was getting fucked by Danny this very minute.  

Showered and cum free we walked into their kitchen still naked.  We could smell the coffee and bacon as soon as we opened our bedroom door.   I looked back as I closed the door and smiled; the bed was a fucking wreck!  

“Good morning.”  We both said at the same time to Jake and Tom.  Jake by the stove tending to breakfast, Tom sitting at the table reading his I-pad.  

“Good morning, sounds like you guys had a nice leisurely, lust-filled morning.”  Jake said as he turned to greet us. 

“Sorry about the bed, we’ll strip the sheet before we leave.”  I said as I grabbed two cups and started to pour coffee for Seth and me. 

“Are the boys up yet?”  Seth asked. 

“Ha! Tom laughed “We won’t see them for a while.” 

“I don’t know, Matt responds to the smell of bacon pretty fast.  Even from a dead sleep.”  Seth said taking his first sip of coffee.

“Oh my god this is wonderful.  What brand of coffee is this?”  Seth asked as he took another two slips in a row. 

“It’s not the coffee.”  Tom said “It’s Jake’s way of preparing the coffee.”

“Well, I want to know your secret, this is the best coffee I’ve ever tasted.”  Seth said.

“It’s not that hard, I just fill the water reservoir with piss.  Mostly mine, but then some of Tom, and we just brew it normally.”  Jake said as he turned his head and saw Matt and Danny standing in the doorway. 

They were so cute, both had extreme bed head.  Their hair was flopped every which way on top of their head, and in the face.  Naked as the day they were born with dried cum stains splattered all over each of them. 

“A shower would have been nice!”  Tom said looking at them. 

“Yea, but no!” Danny said as he walked into the kitchen towards the coffee. 

“Hey, don’t I get a kiss good morning?”  Jake asked looking at Danny.

“Sorry!”  Danny said and walked up to his father and kissed him hard on the lips. 

“That’s better, pancakes or homemade waffles this morning?”   Jake asked his son as he patted his naked ass as he walked away. 

“Pancakes!”  Danny and Matt said simultaneously. 

“Hey buddy we missed you this morning.”  I said to Matt as he poured himself a cup of coffee. 

He turned to me and smiled, as I pat my leg.  So, he walked over and sat down on my thigh.  His warm balls resting on my leg, which I instinctively began to fondle. 

“That was a great match last night!”  I said to him.

“At school or in the living room.”  He said and we all chuckled.  My fondling was having a definite effect on my boy as I could feel his cock start to twitch as it rested against my leg. 

“What were you thinking with your opponent, as you humped him in the middle of the ring?”   I asked him.

“Dad, we were both so fucking hard, and he kept reaching under my balls and trying to finger my whole, so when I had the chance, I took it”  Matt said as his cock was now sticking straight out laying on my leg. 

I could feel my cock start to fill up, as I felt the movement of Matt’s cock continue to rise up the inside of my leg.  Then Danny walked over to Tom and straddled his leg like Matt was with mine. 

“Oh dad, Matt and I were talking, I think I want to have a toga party for my birthday.”  He said. “Maybe with a wrestling area, so we can do it like the ancient Romans.  Our coach was telling us about the origan’s of the sport, and it sound like fun.” 

“Okay, what does that mean?”  Tom asked

“Well, the Roman’s wrestled naked, and before they went out into the ring, they covered themselves in oil, can you imagine how much fun that would be?”  Danny explained as he unconsciously played with his father’s soft cock.

“Yes, I’m imagining it right now, and getting pretty fucking hard.”  Tom said as he pulled his son back unto his lap, so his hard cock was now tight against the crack of his son’s cute ass.    

“So, what do you think?”  Danny asked enthusiastically as he wiggled his ass, getting his father more worked up.   

Tom looked at Jake, who shrugged and then back a Danny.  “How many guys are coming to the party?  I would assume you’re not inviting any girls.”  Tom said as he grabbed Danny’s now towering cock and began to lightly stroke it. 

“No!” Danny laughed. “I’ll invite most of the team, and maybe a few friends from other wrestling teams.  So maybe 15 guys.”  Danny said as he lifted his ass, while his father pushed his own cock forward before Danny sat back down on it.  Neither caring that we were all in the room with them while they fucked. 

“Togas huh!  Well, if it’s okay with your father it’s okay with me.”  Tom said with his now hard cock deep in his son’s asshole.    

Danny jumped up and ran over to Jake, leaving Tom with a wet, cum slick hard-on rising high above his balls.   Danny put his hand around His father’s waist as Jake looked at him hopefully.  “Of course, it’s okay with me, but no drinking.” 

“Pop! Come on, how about just beer.  We’ll get a small pony keg for all of us.”  Danny asked.

“If you’re going to have beer everyone has to spend the night, and I have to get permission from all the parents.”  Tom said with authority.    

“You guys are the best Dad’s!”  Danny said as he kissed both his fathers on the lips before sitting back down on Tom’s hard cock. 

“Are you going to fuck that boy or what?”  I asked as Danny sat on his lap impaled on his father hard cock.  

“Join me?”  Tom asked, looking at both Matt’s and my hard cocks. 

Matt looked at me, and quickly stood, as I moved my cock. “Matt, I don’t have any lube.”  I said

“It’s okay dad, Danny already fucked me this morning, so I’m ready to go.”  Matt said as he lowered himself onto my hard, leaking cock. 

My boy’s cunt was warm and wet with Danny’s cum leaking out as I pushed my hard cock deep inside him.   And as Tom and I fucked our boys they stroked their own hard cocks fast, and when their orgasm’s started Jake was ready with the plate of pancakes for the table.  First, Danny sprayed his load, spewing thick, white shots of cum all over the top of the stack, and when he was spent, Matt was ready to add his ropes of cum to his boyfriends. 

Jake placed the plate of cum drenched pancakes on the table, needless to say we all ate ravenously that morning for more reasons than one!

Seth and I reluctantly put some clothes on to drive home.  I know it was just couple of blocks, but it was just past noon on a Saturday.  However, Matt downright refused to put anything on.    

“Matt, I have something to tell you buddy.  Actually, I should say I have something to ask you, since we’re a team.  I have asked Seth to move in with us, and I wanted to know if that’s okay with you?”  I said as I reached over and grabbed Seth’s hand that was resting on the center console between our seats. 

I looked in the rearview mirror to see a huge smile on Matt’s face.  “Yea, that would be totally assume dad.”  He said as he put a hand on each of our shoulders.  “Are you going to get married?” 

“Slow down there young man!”  Seth said.  “Let’s take this one day at a time.” 

Seth and I arrived at Danny’s birthday party a little late, Seth decided we were going as gladiators, and as we were tying the deconstructed pillow cases around our waist, one of us got hard.  Well of course that led to us ripping them off, pissing and fucking on the bathroom floor, blowing two loads each, so we could ensure a soft cock when dressing.  Just like the gladiators, from what I’ve read.  

“Oh, thank god you’re here” Jake said as he grabbed Seth and they quickly headed to the kitchen. “Toms in the living room with the boys.”  Jake said over his shoulder to me.    

I don’t think it would have mattered how many times I came before I walked into the party, I was hard instantly in my subligaculum or as we call them today, loincloth.  Tom was standing speaking to the boys about the Roman times, and how gladiators were rock stars of their times, and frequently had sex with one another. 

The boys, all dressed like Roman subjects in their togas were watching and listening to him with extreme interest, as Tom continued.

“Homosexuality was considered the ultimate in male bonding for the gladiators and their masculinity was measured many ways, and before we start our matches, we are going to test the masculinity of all you Romans tonight.” Tom explained. 

“Okay, the first test of Roman masculinity is the size of our penis’ while erect.”  Tom said  “Todd, I’m glad you’re here, if you would assist me.  Boys line up behind Kyle since his cock is already hard, and Todd and I will take measure of your manhood tonight.  It will be from the base of your erect cock right against your balls up to the tip of the head of your cock.”  Tom said handing me a soft measuring tape.  

I looked up, it was the boy from the wrestling match last week, the one Matt fucked in front of all of us, and both walked away covered in cum.  I knelt in front of him as he held up the hem of his toga, his hard, straight up cock right in my face.  I took the measuring tape and placed the beginning end against his skintight ball sack that was smooth and held it tight against his shaft.  His balls were warm, almost hot and I couldn’t stop my fingers from doing a little exploring of his well-groomed orbs as I manipulated the measuring tape.  I slid the tape up the underside of his shaft until it curved over the bulbous head to the top, which was already slick with pre-cum. 

“Kyle 8 ¼ inches.”  I said looking up at the boy who was looking down at me.  “Nice!”

“And the Girth?”  Tom asked. 

“5 and…. wait, um.”  I said as I continued playing with Kyle’s cock.  It was so hard, and thick. I just wanted more time feeling his powerful tool, that I imagine he jacked off only hours ago.   “Yup 5 ½ inches of girth.”  I said not letting go of his shaft.  I looked up at him, he was so cute, his brown hair hanging down over his face as he watched me. 

I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t resist, there was dollop of cum was about to spill over and run down the head of his cock.  So, I pulled his cock towards me, and licked the head, scooping up the smooth, warm juices oozing out of his piss slit.  He giggled and ran off as I savored his taste. 

“mmmmmm”  I said as his pre-cum slid down my throat. 

“Tim 6 ½ , and 4 ¾ “ I continued as the boys stepped up.

“Ryan 6 and 6” I said as I looked up at him, impressed by his large tool.  The head of his cock was huge, and deep red.  “Seth would love to take that for a ride!” I told him as he walked away.  

“So would Jake!”  Tom said as the next boy walked up to me.   He was completely naked and is cock looked familiar.  I looked up.  

“Matt 7 ½ and 5-inch girth.”  I said without measuring.

“Hey, that’s not fair!”  The guy said behind him “You didn’t even measure.” 

“Kid, I know this cock better than you know your own.  Believe me when I say he’s 7 ½ hard, with a 5-inch girth.”  I said to him

“Randy, that’s my dad.  He knows.”  Matt said and moved on.  

I took Randy’s hard cock in my hand and stroked it once or twice.  He watched my every move as I pulled the tape measure out and put it at the base of his cock.  His hips pushed forward, and my hand fell onto his balls.   They were big, full and hot to the touch.  

“Randy, 6 ¾ “ I said holding on to his tight cock.  I could see his balls twitching and I knew what would happen if I just jerked him just a bit more.    My fingers wrapped the cloth tape around the middle of his thick cock.  He moaned, and I felt his cock jerk.  I couldn’t stop myself as my mouth covered the head of his teenage cock, and my tongue slid down the full length until I felt his balls press against my lips.  Two thrust and my mouth was instantly full of the most delicious thick, white cum.  Rope after rope spewed into my mouth as I swallowed each and every drop. 

Everyone watched as he slowly withdrew his spent, wet cock from my mouth.  I reached out with my hand and grabbed him before he pulled completely away.  The head of his cock was covered in leaking cum, I licked and sucked every drop of cum before I let him go. 

“And the girth?” Tom said just watching me lick my lips of the remnants of cum on my mouth. 

“Oh yea, 4 ¾ !  I said as the next boy walked up to me. 

I lifted his toga and almost fell over.   “Holly shit!”  I said

The boys all laughed around me, as I pulled this huge, long cock from underneath his toga.  

“And we have a true Roman Emperor here!”  I said without even measuring. 

“Oh my god!”  Tom said looking at the boy’s huge hard cock.  “Let’s get a measure anyway Todd.” 

“With Pleasure!”  I said as I grabbed the fat cock and pulled it forward.  “I’m sorry, what’s your name.” 

“Brooks.”  He said shyly. 

“Okay, Brooks 8 ¾ inches, no it’s really 9, and oh my god, 7 ½ inch girth.”  I said in almost disbelief.  

“You’re going to be very popular tonight, Brooks.”  Tom said as the other boys giggled

Tom reached over and took a golden leaf crown off the table and placed it on Brook’s head.    “Hail Caesar!”  He said and everyone echoed his praise. 

“Okay boys, the roster for the wrestling match is on the wall in the dining room, or the coliseum as were calling it tonight.  We’ll start the wrestling in about an hour.   The beer is cold, so go have some fun.”  Tom said as we headed for the kitchen

 The boys were already doing some damage to the keg, just as Tom and I were doing some damage to the scotch bottle.  We went into the kitchen to help Jake and Seth who were doing their own damage to a couple of bottles of wine.   We tried to leave the boys along, to have their own fun.    The music was loud, as the boys danced and hung out around the house.  

The four of us went out on the patio so we could talk to each other.  The scotch was going down smooth, and the empty wine bottles were piling up.  We were talking about Seth’s new production when Danny slid the door open. 

“Dad, did you say it was the amount or the distance a guy shoots that makes him more masculine?”  Danny asked with 5 or 6 guys standing behind him. 

“I think it’s the amount of sperm that shoots from your balls that would determine that.”  Tom said.

“No way!” Seth chimed in  “It’s the distance that your cock shoots the cum that makes you a viral man.”

“That’s bullshit!”  I said to both of them. “It’s the number of sperm cells in your cum that makes you more masculine.”  

“Why Danny?”  Jake asked. 

“Brooks says he can shoot the farthest when he jerks off, making him more of a man than anyone.”   Danny said looking over at Brooks.  

“Well fuck, I think it’s time for another masculinity test.  What do you think boys?”  Tom said to the crowd.

We all got up, and followed Tom into his office where they were had moved their dining room table to make room for the party.   It was long with a thick glass top, and we all circled around it.   Jake brought a measuring tape, and a marker and made slight marks on the glass at 6 inches, 8 inches, 10, inches and 1 foot. 

“Honey, you’re going to have to go further than that, you shoot against the headboard and sometime hit the wall, so 1 foot isn’t going to long enough.”  Tom said as all the boys screamed and yelled.    

“Okay, since Brooks thinks he shoots the longest, he can go first.”  Tom said as Brooks walked up to the end of the table. 

As he tried to lift his toga, and grab his semi hard cock, it was very awkward and clumsy. 

“Hey guys, this isn’t working, let’s take these stupid things off and get naked.  What are we trying to hide.” Tom said as he pulled his toga over his head and threw it into the corner, exposing his semi hard.    

“Yea! Cool!  I’m down with that! ”  Came a round of responses from most of the guys as they pulled their togas off.   

Brooks stood at the end of the table and began to jerk off his long, semi hard cock, but it wasn’t really responding. 

“I got to take a piss before I can cum.”  Brooks said as he turned away from everyone. 

“I got it!”  Danny said as he moved to get in front of Brooks. 

“Oh, the birthday boy!  Good for you, don’t spill on my rug!”  Tom said as he watched Danny get on his knees in front of Brooks. 

Brooks looked down at Danny with surprise and confusion.  And when Danny placed only the tip of Brooks’ cock into his tongue, Brooks still didn’t get it.  

“Dude, he wants to drink your piss.”  Matt said who was standing next to Brooks.

“He’s going to what! Why?”  Brooks asked looking at Matt, and then down at Danny.

“Yea, he’s on his knees because he wants to recycle your beer.”  Matt said.   

“Fuck dude, that’s crazy.”  Brooks said as he turned back to Danny with his dick in hand and looked down at Danny who was patiently waiting.   “I guess it’s cool, whatever you’re into man!” 

It didn’t take long for Brooks to summon his hot stream of piss.  But soon Danny had his lips wrapped around the head of Brooks’ cock and was sucking his warm piss down his throat.   And to keep his father happy, he didn’t spill a drop.  All the other guys just stood around him watching as he drank from Brook’s tap, each stroking their own cocks.   

When Brooks’ bladder was empty, his cock had hardened significantly.  And when Danny got off his knees, his cock was rock hard against his bare pubic bone.    

And we all stood there naked, most of us hard, as Brooks spit in the palm of his right hand and grabbed his massive cock.  

Staying at a cousin’s house on the coast, my brother and I had tumbled into bed at the end of the evening, forced to share a double-bed due to the size of the family gathering. We’d done it often enough as kids so didn’t think twice about it; that is until the next morning when I awoke to find him snoring happily beside me with a big fat erection nestled happily in the dark carpet of fur which covered his stomach.

We’re both well into our 40s now and had always been close; we’d even “fooled around” a bit in those tumultuous teen years when hormones go crazy and an erection could (and did!) arrive at any hour of the day or night. He’s a couple of years older than me, and whilst neither of us would qualify as oil paintings, we have enough solid hairy charm to enjoy more than enough attention from our respective sexual partners.

Malcolm had been in and out of various relationships with women over the years, while my own relationships with a variety of men mirrored that pattern, in its own distinctly gay way. Fair to say we both enjoyed our sexual lives but (so far) had managed to avoid anything that could potentially turn serious, a tendency inherited from our parents who had successfully managed to stay married whilst acting as if they lived alone.

The room was light enough in the early dawn to see his tumescent member clearly, his large fur covered balls hanging heavily between his legs. Changed as he was, the sight still flooded me with happy memories of those distant days, and I confess that I was greatly aroused by his proximity and his overwhelming masculinity. My cock, normally stiff in the morning anyway, was as hard as his and sticking out of the boxer shorts I had modestly left on the previous evening.

I wanted desperately to reach across and hold his warm flesh pole in my hand, but didn’t want to break the moment, and was unsure how he would react to such brotherly familiarity. His cock twitched, as if responding to a dream, and I pondered the erotic scenario playing itself out in his sleep-soaked mind.

I lay back and took hold of my own cock, casually sliding my slippery foreskin back and forth, enjoying the moment of private intimacy and hoping the gentle movement of my arm would not disturb my brother’s happy slumber. 

It did.

“Don’t forget me” he drawled sleepily, grabbing his cock and lazily waving it about as if to attract my attention. An unnecessary precaution.

“You sure?” I asked, not wanting to start anything that might be regretted later. “It’s been a while.”

“Too long” he answered, giving me that crooked smile I’d always tried to replicate.
Propping myself up on my elbow I reached across and ran a couple of fingers along his hard shaft, starting from the soft skin of his ball sack and slowly traversing the taught warm flesh right up to his moist piss slit. A soft groan escaped his lips and he laughed softly, as if amused by the memories it brought back.

“You always knew your way around a cock” he observed with gratifying sincerity, “I’d forgotten how good it feels.”

I rubbed the taut cord of his frenulum and coaxed a few drops of precum from his eye, happy to see that the old magic was still there. Rubbing the juice over his purple knob, I slicked down the rest of his shaft and gripped it firmly in my fist, pulling back his tight foreskin and holding his cock like a dagger, remembering how tight and hard he liked to be handled.

Not knowing how far I should go, but unable to stop myself, I leant down and put my nose up close to his swollen knob, filling myself with his funk and musk in one long inhalation; I almost cried with the intensity of it.

“You always did like my stink” he whispered, “go on, you can suck it if you like, just like old times.”

I did, just like old times, licking the dribble of precum from the tip before wrapping my lips around the crown and ever so slowly enveloping the full length, right down to the base so that I could feel his full bush against my face, his hardness at the back of my throat. He moaned and pushed deeper still, almost (but not quite) making me gag, forcing me to slide my lips back up to the head, where he wanted them.

I tongued that special spot and was rewarded with even more precum, sweet and smooth just as I remembered. I slid his foreskin back over the crown and worked my tongue underneath, relishing its slippery velvet smoothness, nibbling ever so gently on the loose skin, making him buck his hips and almost (but not quite) beg me to stop.

“Fuck” he gasped, “you’ve been practicing!”

I let his dick go and looked up, laughing at the delight on his face. He reached across and took my hard shaft in his hand, repaying the attention I’d been giving him. I straightened up and, struggling out of my shorts, let him pull on my skin for a while, enjoying the firm grip of his hand as he moved the hood back and forth, bringing me way too close to lift off. 

He stopped, knowing my rhythm even after all this time, not quite done with our intimate reunion. Cupping my balls in his hand, he gently stroked and pulled them, sending a nice shiver straight up my spine, relaxing me back to a low simmer. One finger massaged my perineum, straying perilously close to the smooth outer ring of my arsehole.

“You know” he said, way too casually to be casual, “the woman I’m seeing at the moment won’t let me fuck her until she’s fucked me with a dildo.”

I looked at him, surprised by this confession. He had his cock in his other hand and was gently pulling on it, careful not to let himself go too far. I think I knew what he was getting at but needed to be sure.

“And did you like it?”, I asked, daring to hope that I knew the answer already.

“Not at first” he confessed, a look of wry amusement on his face. “To be honest it hurt like buggery!” We laughed.

“But?” 

“But, now I can’t get enough of it!” he confessed, a wicked smile bursting out like the sun, his finger daring to move in and massage the tight ring of my anus. “You wouldn’t care to fuck your older brother I suppose?” He must have felt my dick jerk in his hand, which was answer enough.

“You sure?” I responded, all too eagerly.

“Well, I’ve never had an actual dick up there, so now’s as good a time as any, and who else am I gonna let fuck me but my brother?”

His reasoning was flawless and it took no time at all to convince me. Our teenage fumblings had all been about handjobs, frottage and a bit of sucking, and we’d always managed to skirt around the notion of arseholes and fucking, despite the fact that it had definitely been on my mind, if not his. 

Now it was front and centre and my heart was racing as he hauled himself up from his prone position on the bed and faced me kneeling, a look of eager anticipation on his face, his dick standing straight up.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked, ceding the expertise to me.

“Let’s try doggy-style” I suggested, “that way we both have some control.” Which sounded incredibly reasonable, and would also allow me a full-on view of his hairy butt, which I desperately craved.

“Sounds good” he happily agreed, “that’s the way my lady friend likes to fuck me as well.” She and I clearly had much in common.

Swinging around he went on hands and knees, his beautiful bum directly in front of me, his legs spread, his heavy balls dangling between them, a favourite angle. I put a hand on each cheek, softly massaging them while every so often spreading them apart to catch a glimpse of his tight pink ring, nestled amongst the riot of jet black fur that made a forest of his butt crack. I was definitely going to enjoy this, although neither of us had thought to bring any lube; a family gathering after all. 

Fortunately we’re both heavy precummers, and reaching between his legs I squeezed his leaking knob and collected a thick strand of his cock juice which I smeared liberally over and into his tight hole. He gasped in surprise as first one and then two fingers opened him up and explored his warm moist passage, pushing past his tight sphincter gently but firmly. It only took a few seconds for those grunts to turn into moans, and I knew he was ready.

Leaking precum liberally I spread more juice around his pouting ring and ever so gently began pushing against it with my engorged head, allowing the tip to squeeze just inside, watching entranced as his anus opened up and began to swallow my root. I was fucking my brother!

Then he took me by surprise by pushing back against me, forcing the full length of my dick to slide into his arse, making him grunt with pleasure and pain, which soon enough turned to pleasure alone as I began rhythmically sliding in and out of his warm passage. 

“Is that okay?” I asked, already pretty sure of the answer.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” came the reply, confirming my suspicions. 

“Can I cum inside you?”

“Yeah, but not just yet.”

Clearly he was enjoying this as much as I was and we both relaxed into the rhythm, pushing and pulling and entering and withdrawing, even our breathing was in sync. I leant forward and kissed his back, tasting the salt of his sweat and smelling his powerful scent. He twisted his head around to look at me and we kissed, the first time ever, and it felt great.

I came at that moment, deep inside him, and my whole body jerked with the release, again and again and again. I felt him spasm beneath me and knew that he was cumming too, both of us trying desperately to stifle the roars of pleasure we were feeling, surrounded as we were by other members of the family, all hopefully still asleep.

I reached around and took hold of his cock, jerking it hard the way he liked, forcing out the final spurts of jizz before he collapsed forward onto the bed, gasping as if for life itself, taking me with him, my cock slowly softening inside. I lay on top of him, both of us heaving, and kissed the back of his neck before nibbling on his ear. He turned his head again and we kissed some more.

I couldn’t say precisely how long we lay like that but I’m sure he fell asleep underneath me, and I happily pressed down on top of him, trying to keep my soft cock inside for as long as possible. 

Noises from the house finally woke him, alerting us to movement elsewhere and we kissed once more before I rolled off, my dick falling out of his arsehole with a loud squelching noise that made us both laugh; as kids we’d always thought farting was the funniest thing in the entire world. We lay still for a moment, listening to identify the sounds and realised that the household was slowly coming to life.

Recovering ourselves hastily we rolled off the bed and tugged on tee-shirts and dressing gowns, my brother taking the additional precaution of pulling on his discarded undies, just in case. 

Heading for the door we stopped momentarily and faced each other, one last hug, one last kiss before composing ourselves and heading out into the hallway and the bustle of the day’s beginning.

The last day of school is always a busy day.  Students are dismissed at 11:30 am.  My drivers all run their final routes and buses have to be dropped off at the county maintenance department.  My custodian agreed to drive one of my routes because the regular driver took a half day to go home and prepare for a family bbq since her son was graduating that evening, I told Max, my chief custodian I’d pick him up and bring him back to campus.

I left campus around 1:15 to swing by Dunkin’ to get an iced coffee.  By the time I arrived at the bus garage I was early and I needed to take a piss.

I’ve been a school administrator for seven years and I’ve always been the type of leader that’s willing to help in any way possible.  I knew the director of the transportation department because he’s worked with me in assigning routes for my students, my drivers and those relationships always make my job easier.

As I entered the service Bay Area I spoke to a few people I knew.  One new guy caught my attention.  He spoke, introduced himself and as soon as I heard him speak I realized he was a former student who graduated several years ago.  I noticed his defined upper body and his arms were massive and covered with a detailed tattooed sleeve.

Once I entered the restroom I went to the back stall and pulled out my phone.  I muted my speaker and pulled up my favorite porn.  I love blue color daddy porn.  Within a couple of minutes the bathroom door opened and next thing I noticed were work boots in the stall beside me.  I noticed the glory hole was at the right angle and within a couple of minutes I heard a steady stream of piss.

I tugged on my balls and within minutes my thick cock started to get hard.  Next thing I knew….an index finger was tracing the hole.  I stood…my trousers were around my ankles and I lined up my cock and immediately a warm tongue was licking my uncut cock.  Fuck….this guy teased my piss slit with his tongue and I willed myself to not to moan out load.

This cock sucker was giving me a treat.  I stepped back after a few minutes and tapped the hole with my index finger. His cock immediately appeared in the hole and I flicked my tongue under his cock head and demonstrated my warm mouth could suck as well as being an excellent fuck hole.   

  As I knelt on the floor and positioned myself perfectly in front of the glory hole….I whispered…go ahead and fuck my face. Don’t stop until you feed me your cum. Within minutes….this guy shot his creamy load into the back of my throat. It had been over a week since I’d swallowed a big load.

Once he dumped in my throat….he stood and said….my turn. I squatted under the stall and this stud got on the floor and positioned his head under my side of the stall. I looked down and this guy popped my nuts in his mouth. Damn….my nuts got a nice warm washing. Next, he used a wet index finger and poked my hole and fingered my ass getting me ready to cum with in minutes.  It didn’t take long to deposit my creamy load down his throat. I got up…. Zipped my trousers and walked to the sink and washed my hands. As I walked out I noticed my custodian leaning against my truck smoking a cigarette.  He winked at me and said,  Mr. S.  Now you understand why I wanted you to drive me back after the route was over.

The next day my custodian stopped by my office and winked….he said one reason he volunteered to drive an extra bus route is because he can swing by the bus garage and get a nice opportunity to bust his nut.   

Lucky for me….my custodian is driving the morning route for summer school starting in two weeks. Finding and keeping a connection with a real man who is a phenomenal cock sucker is always a great connection…..

The year had already worn me down. I was feeling burnt out, bored stiff, and a bit stuck in a South London routine that felt like a grey loop of spreadsheets, squirrel-watching, and low-grade depression dressed as normal life. Calum was off living his glamorous, jet-setting work life while I was mentally dry-humping nostalgia and thinking about Milan like it was salvation.

I did not envy Calum for all his travels and the realisation of his lifelong dream, but I did feel a little bit of resentment that I was stuck exactly where I’d never wanted to be.

Then, out of nowhere, Robert messaged me on a lesser-known fuckapp.

The first thing that struck me was the Canadian flag and a massive, uncut dick. I suspected he might be as sexy as he sounded. That morning, his profile dick pic looked good, and his bio said, “blonde,” “toned and muscular,” and “visiting.”

I was already more than interested. Then he sent me his face pic and that inner saboteur instinctively told me, “he will ghost you.”

But he didn’t. We spoke for less than a few minutes and he sounded very keen.

“You’re exactly my type,” he told me.

My suspicion demanded a second verifying face pic. I got that pic and he got my address.

“Do you look like your pics? Are they current?” he clarified.

“Yeah. I’ll take a selfie for you now if you like,” and without waiting for confirmation, I took a pic and sent it.

Again, that small part of me expected this to be where it ended. It’s not that I don’t land good-looking guys, it’s just not usually this easy.

Another friend in my age range once told me it took him a week to find a good shag, and another week to get him into bed. I called him desperate. He called himself picky. 

Canadian Robert

Married but with “an arrangement,” which for once didn’t set off any alarms or trigger the usual internal sirens, Robert was on holiday in London with his husband but normally lived in Atlanta, USA. Everything about our chats had felt light, easy, flirty, and, miraculously, drama free. There was something in the way he messaged, the tone, the timing, the lack of drama that made me pause and think, maybe, just maybe, this guy wouldn’t be a complete waste of lube.

I stepped into the shower with a grin already forming across my face, not from nerves or uncertainty or even that familiar gut-check of wondering if he might turn out weird, but from genuine excitement. That golden, pre-sex buzz had already started its slow rise from deep in my belly, spreading outwards and crawling behind my zipper, waking up a cock that had been mostly hibernating through a depressing stretch of uninspired weeks. I took my time, trimmed, scrubbed and shaved my balls with the kind of hopeful precision usually reserved for date night or someone I was at least semi-invested in. I even chose a pair of underwear like it would make a difference. Realistically, if this guy showed up and matched the photos, those briefs weren’t going to stay on long enough to matter.

His hotel was about fifty minutes from mine, give or take and like some kind of punctual sex god, he arrived in forty-nine.

I opened the door and, for a brief second, genuinely wondered if I’d accidentally conjured him. Blonde, fit, relaxed, with a big, warm smile that felt like the opening line of a conversation we hadn’t technically started yet. His face, cuter than the pics, which almost never happens, lit up as those piercing blue eyes met mine and just connected. He looked like he was about to say we already knew each other, and in that moment, I would have believed it.

I smiled back, stepped forward, and offered my hand, half-charmed, half-fuck-it curious. “Hey… I’m Luca.”

He took my hand without hesitation, stepped inside as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and gently pushed the door shut behind him with his foot, sealing us into something that already felt charged.

He was a couple of inches taller than me and just stood there, calm, casual, wearing a grin that didn’t ask questions or make assumptions, just… waited. There was an expectation in the air, but it didn’t come with pressure. It came with ease.

I didn’t know what to say, and so, true to form, the first thing out of my mouth made me want to throttle myself.

“Like what you see?”

It wasn’t the first time that week I’d wanted to punch myself in the balls for opening with a line like that.

But he laughed, a kind of real, relaxed laugh that makes you feel like the universe isn’t actively punishing you. His eyes lit up, and with the kind of unfiltered joy that should be bottled and sold to bitter gays everywhere, he grinned. “Oh yeah.”

I grinned too. “Me too.” It felt honest and it felt good. And it felt like this wasn’t going to be one of those soulless, mechanical shags that leave you checking your phone before your jeans are even zipped. Robert exuded something rare, something worth leaning into. So I did. I stepped closer, tilted my head slightly up, and kissed him.

 The First Kiss

The moment our lips touched, something electric surged through me and my cock snapped to attention like it had been waiting for this kiss its whole life. His arms wrapped tightly around me, pulling me in, and without hesitation, I wrapped mine around him too. Those lips were warm, thick, juicy, and melted into mine with a kind of ease that made it feel like we’d done this before. I didn’t think, I didn’t hold back. My tongue slid forward, gentle at first, just to see, and his tongue met mine without hesitation.

That kiss in the hallway shattered the last of any resistance. No fear, no inhibition, no internal monologue asking if this was too soon. All of it vanished the second our cocks pressed together through layers of denim. The tension was unbearable. I needed him upstairs in my bed, naked and hard and inside me as soon as possible. I smiled into the kiss, pulled away just enough to grab his hand, and led him to the stairs.

We barely made it into the bedroom before we were kissing again. Fiercer now. Our dicks pressed and ground against each other, aching through our clothes. I slid my hand down, palmed the bulge in his jeans, and stroked him through the fabric. It was massive. That kind of thick, heavy cock that comes with its own gravity. I kept kissing him, somehow keeping pace while my fingers fumbled with his button, then his zip, then that last bit of denim standing between me and the heat I wanted in my hand.

I got it. I reached in, wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft, and felt it throb in my grip. My brain went quiet. I was in trouble. The good kind. The kind of trouble that keeps you sweaty and smiling for days.

He slid his hand into my briefs and wrapped it around my cock like he’d been planning to since breakfast. I nearly came on the spot.

“Naked nuns,” I whispered in my head. “Year Nine maths teacher. Cold porridge.” Anything to stall the climax that was threatening to turn this into a one minute encounter.

I pulled him toward the bed, stripping us both as we moved. His T-shirt disappeared behind him. Mine hit the floor. Jeans came off. Socks, who cares. In seconds we were naked, hard, and kissing again, like two men possessed by lust and gratitude that neither of us had flaked.

 Round One

I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top, our cocks sliding against each other, slick with precum and an almost absurd amount of unfiltered desire. He moaned as I leaned in, my lips finding his neck, licking slowly, tasting the heat rising from his skin, while he tilted his head and sucked gently on my earlobe like he already knew it would make me melt. It felt incredible, filthy in the best way, and so goddamn real that for a second I forgot we had only just met.

But my mouth wanted his again, and clearly the feeling was mutual, because before I could even pull back, we were kissing with the kind of intensity that blurs everything else. That kind of kiss that makes you question whether this is just a hookup, or the beginning of something that might destroy you in all the right ways. Our tongues found each other again, and the way he moved, the way he kissed, it was like his whole body was asking mine to give in.

The buildup started to hit me. That swelling pressure in my gut, the one I recognised too well and tried desperately to ignore. I clenched, adjusted, shifted my weight, kissed him harder, but the friction, the kissing, the sound of him moaning into my mouth… it tipped me over the edge. My cock throbbed and I came, shooting a hot load between our bellies, gasping as I pulled my face back just far enough to breathe.

“Shit,” I muttered, almost annoyed at myself.

Robert looked down at the mess and frowned. “Oh no…”

I knew that look, so before the vibe could dip even a little, I played the card I always kept in my back pocket. “Oh, I cum multiple times.”

His eyes lifted with genuine surprise, and then, delight. “Oh…”

We both laughed, and just like that, the spell wasn’t broken. It was deepening. I kissed him again, harder this time, with all the renewed enthusiasm of a man who knew he was just getting started.

 Multiple Rounds

I licked his chest, then moved slowly to his nipples, spending far longer there than I probably should have. I sucked on them, circled my tongue, and let him squirm beneath me while I kissed my way down his stomach. A trail of saliva, sweat, and leftover cum followed behind my mouth as I travelled south, tasting remnants of myself as I reached his cock. That thick foreskin peeled back like a surprise waiting to be unwrapped, and I took a second just to savour the sight of it.

Gently, I ran my hand along the length of it, enjoying the heat radiating off his skin. He was pale, spotless, freshly showered, and he smelled clean in that way that made you want to bury your face in him. The moment my lips touched the head of his cock, I paused to taste it. Warm. Smooth. Fresh. Then, without warning, I swallowed it whole. He gasped and grabbed the sheets with both hands.

His balls were perfect. Shaved, tight, and heavy. They smelled good enough to make me moan, and I sucked one, then the other, then both, before licking back up his shaft slowly. I did it again. And again. Teasing him. Edging him. His cock pulsed with every pass, and I could feel how close he was getting. One more stroke and he probably would have lost it.

Before that happened, his hands grabbed me and pulled me up toward him. He kissed me hard, and I pressed my body onto his, letting the weight of me settle between his legs. He responded immediately, wrapping those legs around my waist like he wanted to keep me there forever.

Then he flipped me over. Suddenly he was on top, grinding his cock against mine, lips tracing hot lines down my chest, my belly, and then down to my hips. His mouth found my cock and swallowed it in one smooth, perfect movement.

I came again.

He looked up at me, mouth still full, eyebrows raised. “Already?”

“Second round,” I said, breathless.

He swallowed, grinned, and went right back to it. My cock didn’t even think about softening. I could go for six. That was my record.

Robert sucked me until he couldn’t take it anymore, then climbed back on top and kissed me, reaching for the lube like a man on a mission. He lubed himself quickly, like he’d done it in this exact drawer in this exact bed a hundred times before.

He looked into my eyes. “Okay?”

I nodded. My legs spread instinctively. His cock pressed against my hole. I tensed.

“Slow,” I whispered. “It’s been years.”

He kissed me again, pushed gently, and slid in. And fuck me, it was unreal.

Thick. Hard. The perfect angle. He took his time, watching my face, pausing when I gasped, moving only when I relaxed. My legs wrapped around his waist and I pulled him in deeper, adjusting until the stretch gave way to that sweet pressure I hadn’t felt in too long.

Each thrust came with a kiss. Each moan came with intent. He wasn’t fucking to impress me. He was fucking me to erase everything that had come before him. All the loneliness. All the dead sex. All the silence.

And it was working.

He held himself up with one arm and cupped the back of my head with the other, locking our mouths together as he moved inside me. Deep. Rhythmic. Controlled. Our tongues stayed connected even when our eyes couldn’t. When they did meet, that kiss got stronger.

“Want me to jizz?” he asked, panting.

I shook my head. “While I’m fucking you.”

He smiled, pulled out, and let me climb on top.

We started grinding again. Our cocks pressed together, and I leaned in for another kiss. His eyes were locked on mine, hungry, present. It was almost too much. I reached for the lube while still kissing him, lubed up quickly, tossed the bottle aside, and guided myself in.

As the tip of my cock pressed against his entrance, we both moaned into each other’s mouths. I pushed in slowly. He gasped. Another kiss. Another inch. His legs wrapped around me and pulled me in deeper.

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

I fucked him slowly, deeply, letting every inch find its place inside him. I kissed him, licked his neck, his ears, his mouth again. Then I sped up. My cock moved in and out of him while his legs locked tighter around me.

It was building again.

“Are you cumming?” he asked, reaching down to stroke himself.

I stopped him with a shake of my head. “One more time,” I said as I thrust deeper. His face twisted in surprise, even as I came inside him. I felt the load fill him.

“Shit,” he said. “I felt that.”

I grinned but didn’t stop. I kissed him again.

I knew I had one more left. Still partially cumming, still hard, still hungry. My cock was staying put.

“You want to cum?” I asked.

He nodded. But instead of giving him his hand back, I pressed my belly against his cock and kissed him harder while I looked into his eyes and kept thrusting.

He moaned, louder now. This was the moment I used my second superpower.

I adjusted slightly, making sure every thrust dragged my belly perfectly across his cock and balls. I could feel it in him. The tension, the need and the desperation.

His face gave it away. Pleasure. Surprise. Eagerness. All at once.

I kissed him deeper and fucked him harder. My cock slid all the way in, again and again. I could feel the pressure mounting in both of us.

“Oh fuck,” he shouted.

And that was it.

He came hands-free, thick ribbons shooting up across his chest, his abs, his neck, while his eyes stayed locked on mine. I came too, one last time, emptying myself inside him while watching him unravel.

We stayed like that for a quite a while. Sweaty. Spent. Grinning.

And it still wasn’t enough.

 Afterglow

By the time we collapsed next to each other, soaked in sweat and cum and spit and lube and whatever the fuck else, we were grinning.

“I needed that,” I said.

He nodded. “Me too.”

He kissed me again, slower this time. Not goodbye. Not yet.

Then he asked, “You made me cum hands-free!”

I smiled. “Yeah. Angles.”

“So, you’re married too?” he asked.

I nodded, snuggling up to him as we both looked up and enjoyed that post-sex intimacy.

“Yeah. Open, same as you. My husband’s a bit younger. Blonde, blue-eyed and toned and muscular too.”

He laughed. “My husband’s your age, muscular, slightly stocky, hairy… I have a type.”

“It seems we both do,” I said.

We lay for a while and I started thinking about work. It was a working day after all.

“So… I don’t suppose we can get a second round in again?” he asked me.

I turned to my side and kissed him. He was open to it and pulled me on top. His intense eyes just penetrated me like his dick had. We kissed for a bit longer.

“When do you leave? Are you around tomorrow?” I asked him, returning to another kiss.

That dopamine hit was huge. I wanted more.

“I’m here two more days and yeah. I can do tomorrow.” I loved to hear that Canadian accent.

We spoke for a bit longer, but eventually got him dressed and out, kissing occasionally on the way to the door.

The next day he messaged me mid-morning. I told him to come over, and within the hour he was at my door again. Same smile and warmth along with that soft Canadian charm that made my stomach flip.

The second round was even better than the first. Our bodies moved like they had known each other forever. There was no fumbling or hesitation, just pure rhythm. That kind of sex where you forget who you are for a while and just become touch and breath and hunger.

We didn’t speak much during it. We didn’t need to. His hands knew where to go. My mouth knew what he wanted. Every touch was confident, like our bodies had memorised each other in a past life. He kissed me slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, rolling us back and forth across the sheets as our cocks pressed together and slid against each other with each grind.

I sucked him for what felt like hours, taking my time, watching his eyes flicker every time I changed rhythm. He moaned my name more than once. I rode him slowly, bouncing in sync with his hands gripping my thighs. At one point, I came while kissing him, his cock still deep inside me.

As soon as I shot my load, he forcefully flipped me over and got on top, then gave me this big cheeky grin as he sat on my dick. When he leaned forward to kiss me, he also moved his hand back to put my dick in his arse.

As soon as I felt the head slip in, he gasped and looked up. A few seconds in, he slowly let me in more, each time leaning in with his tongue deep in my mouth.

That second hands-free orgasm made him grin like he’d unlocked a cheat code. That same shocked look on his face, like he couldn’t quite believe it happened twice. We laughed into each other’s mouths, still moving, still hard, still hungry for more and kissing like we’d been lovers for years.

We switched positions like it had all been choreographed in some shared dream. I came more than once. While he didn’t jizz again, he seemed just as enthusiastic about continuing.

And by the time we were done, we were holding each other like we were supposed to fall asleep right there.

We didn’t. He had plans, and I had deadlines.

“Same time tomorrow?” I asked, already knowing the answer I wanted.

“Yeah. I’d like that. Third time’s the charm,” he said, kissing me again before leaving.

I floated through the rest of that day with that stupid post-sex buzz that makes you check your phone every ten minutes just to make sure they haven’t vanished. I thought about him more than a few times that day, with a flutter in my chest that I wasn’t ready to name.

The next morning, I got a message from him.

“Hey, some friends from Atlanta are in London unexpectedly. Going to hang with them today. I’m really sorry. If you ever end up in Atlanta, look me up.”

That was it. No kiss emoji. No false hope. Just a gentle end to a perfect two-day dream.

I stared at the message for a bit, not sad exactly, just… disappointed and annoyed that life and timing have such a knack for ruining a good thing.

Still, I smiled. Because it had been worth it. Every second of it.

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