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Matt walked down the steps in the yard, leading the lad behind him and unlocked the door. It had been a long shift and Matt yawned as he turned the key.

‘ Sarge, are you in?’

he called as he stepped into the small lobby.

‘ Yeah, yeah, alright fella, I’ll call you yeah.’

Lee laughed, and they could hear him from the other room. He made his way out into the front office.

‘ Alright Matt, what is it this time?’

‘ Young fella here, ‘ad a bit of a ruck round the back of the Crown, sarge.’

‘ Another one was it Carl? ‘

Lee asked with a wry grin on his face.

‘ What was it all about then pal?’

‘ Wotcha, Lee.’

‘I’ve told you, stop calling me Lee when you’re hime.’

‘Yeah, alright mate. Easy. I was down the alley round the back of the Crown, you know the one yeah, wiv this bird, she’s just some fucking slapper from down the pub. Still she’s not bad looking, great tits, and I was a bit pissed, and she was really putting it about. Fucking chatting up all sorts, and I couldn’t be arsed to make an effort pullin’ anyone else. So it kind of ‘appened. Dirty bitch though. Still she was suckin’ me off when some geezer came round there, and started laying into me. Well I don’t put up wiv shit like that so I gave ‘im a bit of a slap like, and then your mob turned up’

Carl gave him a big grin,

‘ Where’s the other fella Matt?’ Lee asked

‘ Sent ‘im down to casualty wiv Mark, Sarge. Looked a bit of a mess, but nothing serious. Asked ‘im if ‘e wanted to press charges, but ‘e said ‘e ain’t interested, Mark’s stayin wiv ‘im though in case ‘e changes ‘is mind. Think ‘e’s more interested in sortin ‘is bird out.’

‘ So wot appens now then?’ Carl asked

‘ You wait pal, and we decide whether we’re charging you.’

‘ Lee, can’t I just go, it weren’t even a proper fight, ‘e was just some college boy wiv a slag of a girlfriend. I didn’t even do much damage to the fucker. Anyway ‘e damaged my top, look.’

Carl’s tee shirt was torn from the neck to just below his pecs, allowing a view of his muscled tits, and just a glimpse of each big hard nipple as he moved slightly.

‘ Just sit down, and behave mate.’

Lee pointed to a bench opposite the counter

‘ Can I ‘ave a word Sarge?’

‘ Yeah. Come through. Oh, and you just fuckin behave Carl.’

Matt followed Lee through into the back office. Lee sat on the edge of the desk. Reaching into the pocket of his uniform shirt he took out a packet of Marlboro, and lit one, he inhaled deeply, and blew out a couple of smoke rings, his hand slid down to his crotch and he cupped one big tanned hand around the bulging packet in his tight black uniform trousers.

‘ Wanna a fag mate?’ he held out the packet to Matt.

‘Nah’.

‘God, I feel horny’ he thought, ‘ Carl really is well fit’

and he felt his big cock thickening again. Glancing over, he could see his reflection in the glass office wall, his tanned forearms contrasting against the white shirt, and the black trousers. Covered with thick black hair, the thick muscular wrists, and heavy forearms displayed some of the power of his heavily muscled body, the size of his biceps just visible under the short sleeved shirt, as the fabric held tight to the muscle beneath. Instinctively, he tensed his muscles slightly. He took great pleasure in his very broad shoulders, tight in the uniform shirt, and the outline of his solid pecs under the tight white cotton. Both his big nipples were obvious through the material, and a mass of black hair spilled out through his open shirt collar giving a hint of the rest of the hair on his chest, and stomach. Bright green eyes flashed above sharp high cheekbones, and they contrasted well against his jet black eyebrows, dark stubble on his cheeks, and even darker on his chin. His hair was cropped very short at the sides, and in a No2 flattop on top, all a rich glossy black. As he moved, the light caught the cleft in his broad firm chin. He had an impressively narrow waist, long legs, and tight muscular arse. His big hand was still cupping his bulging packet, and the size of his cock was obvious, pushing halfway down his thigh.

‘What do you want mate?’

‘So what are we doin’ wiv’ the lad then, it was only a domestic. ‘E was a bit unlucky we ‘appened to be there. Any rate don’t you know ‘im?’

‘ Yeah, I do, ‘e’s a mate of my Dean, but that’s beside the point. We’ll keep ‘im for a while, until we know whether the other lad wants to press charges. If ‘e don’t, and Carl behaves we’ll kick ‘im out after a couple of hours, if not we’ll ‘ave to charge ‘im. ‘E’s an evil little fucker who don’t know ‘is own strength when ‘e gets off ‘is face. It’s got ‘im nicked a few times, and ‘e’s done some real damage to people when ‘e’s got carried away once or twice. ‘Avin said that ‘e’s a horny little cunt.’

‘ Do what?’

Matt stared at him

‘ ‘E’s a right dirty bastard when you get ‘im goin”

Lee grinned, at Matt, flashing white teeth in a handsome tanned face.

‘ You ain’t”’..’

‘ Too fuckin’ right I ‘ave mate. ‘Ave been for a couple of years, in fact might be a bit longer. I nicked ‘im, and shagged ‘im for the first time the same day. ‘E came back for more a couple of days later, and has been regularly ever since. In fact we might just bang ‘im up for the night, and if we’re quiet later on we could all ‘ave some fun.’

‘ Dirty fucker.’

‘ Oi, you’re still on duty. Show some fuckin respect for my rank mate. You may ‘ave been my partner for years but I outrank you now.’

Lee gave him another big grin.

‘ Any rate, you don’t look like you’re too upset at the idea.’

Lee muttered, as he looked at the big smile on Matt’s face. Matt had broadened out a lot over the last year working out most days, and doing regular weight training. The width of his shoulders was emphasised by the cut of his uniform shirt, which was tight across his shoulders, but looser round his waist. He had a wide, solid, stocky build, and probably thirteen and a half, maybe fourteen stone of thick-set heavy muscle. His solid legs filled the tight trousers he was wearing, big muscular thighs stretching the black material, and the folds and creases displayed his bulging packet pretty obviously.

Matt had really worked on his arms and chest which bulged massively, with huge biceps and rock hard pecs, big dark nipples at least an inch long clearly visible under the white cotton shirt. He was less hairy than Lee, but the tight blond curls on his chest were visible through his open collar contrasting with his deep tan. The tan emphasised his sun-bleached cropped blond hair, blue eyes, and a tightly cropped blond goatee over a broad chin even more.

‘ Fuckin cool idea Sarge.’

Matt laughed.

‘ You know me, and your cock’s saying it for you and all; that fucking pole of yours is as hard as I’ve ever seen it, and I’ve seen it often enough. In fact, I reckon I’ve probably seen more of it than your missus. ‘ He looked over at Matt, who was standing with his legs wide apart, his thick cock, rock hard and straining against his black uniform trousers.

‘ So does Deano know about you, and young Carl?’

‘ Nah, we ‘ad a couple of close calls though, but you know my place, there’s usually a few people around. Either mates of Dean’s staying over, or mates of Darren’s, and he’s used to me ‘avin people over as well. It was quite funny the first time Dean brought ‘im round though. ‘E wouldn’t believe I was Dean’s dad. It’s quite good now though, if ‘e stays over ‘e ends up in my bed rather than sleeping on the sofa if I ain’t got anyone else there, or ‘e’ll text me to sort something out.’

They heard noises from outside.

‘ Get your fucking hands off me you fucker. I’m going to sue the hell out of you people. This is absolutely fucking outrageous. I want a lawyer here now.’

Lee went back to the counter to find a well-dressed man in a suit between two uniformed officers.

‘ Are you in charge, tell these people to take these things off.’

He indicated the handcuffs.

‘ This is false imprisonment I’m suing you all. You may like to know I’m a lawyer.’

‘ They always are.’ Matt muttered to himself.

‘ Do you want to tell me what’s going on?’ Lee asked one of the PC’s

‘ I’ll tell you what’s fucking going on constable’

‘ With respect sir, I’d like one of the officers to tell me.’

‘ I said, I’ll tell you.’

‘ With respect sir, one of my officers will tell me.’

‘ I said, I’ll tell you.’

Carl looked up from the bench.

‘ Oi city boy, shut the fuck up and let the filth talk.’

The man turned round noticing Carl for the first time.

‘ Shut up chav, it’s none of your fucking business.’

‘ Who you callin’ a chav you cheeky cunt. Fuckin come over ‘ere and I’ll fuckin ‘ave you, cunt.’

There was even more irritation in the man’s voice now as he turned towards Carl, told him to fuck off, and spat at him Carl moved slightly on the bench, and leapt towards him

‘ City wanker’

he shouted as he lunged at the man. Lee took one step forward, and stood between them, as Matt pushed Carl back down onto the bench, and pushed a big finger into the middle of his chest.

‘ You shut it and fuckin behave.’

‘ Right, what’s this gent in here for?’

Lee looked at the taller of the two PC’s.

‘ I’ll tell you want I was doing. I was having a piss down an alley and these two came up, and said they were arresting me.’

The sarcasm in the man’s voice was clear.

‘ This is absolutely absurd.’

‘ It’s an offence sir.’

One of the two officers spoke to him.

‘ Yeah, right, whatever. Can I go now?’

‘ Afraid not sir, I’ll be charging you.’

Lee looked him in the eye. ‘ I really don’t like you’ he thought to himself.

‘ Can you step over to the desk?’

The man stood at the desk, quieter now, but still seething with anger.

‘ Can’t we just drop this?’

‘ ‘Fraid not sir, now what’s your name?’

‘ I bet it’s fuckin Rupert.’ Carl chipped in

‘ Shut up Carl’

‘ Charles Desmond.’

‘ Right Mr Desmond, can you just turn out your pockets.’

Lee started listing the items as they were put on the desk, when Desmond had finished, he looked up at the PC beside him.

‘ Just go through his pockets for me Ray.’

Ray went through his pockets one by one. As he felt in one of the trouser pockets, he brought out a small bag full of white powder.

‘ What’s this?’

Lee looked at Desmond

‘ It’s some charlie.’

‘ Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. It’s not your night is it Mr Desmond?’

He shook his head

Once they’d completed booking him in, one of the PC’s led him through to the cells. Lee walked through to the back office again, and beckoned to Matt to follow him. Lee caught Matt’s eye, and winked.

‘ I’ve just ‘ad a thought.’

‘ I know you ‘ave mate.’

‘ ‘E ain’t bad looking the city fella, and ‘e weren’t ‘alf eyeing us up mate

‘You’re an evil fucker. ‘ Matt laughed, shaking his head

‘You really are a dirty bastard ‘

He shook his head again

‘I know exactly what you’re thinking ‘

‘Are you sure?’

‘ Pretty much so, mate, you’re thinking it’d be a laugh to’. ‘

”. Stick Carl in the cell wiv’ ‘im. Got it one, captain. See what ‘appens when ‘e’s got a bit of a scally wiv ‘im. And even better we’ve got a bit of charlie, that might just get lost. I don’t reckon ‘e’ll complain much if we kick ‘im out in the morning wiv out pressing charges.’

Lee went out , and brought Carl through to the back office.

Matt sat back and looked back at Carl as they walked back in. Shorter than the others, Carl was just under five ten, and what he lacked in height he made up for in bulk. He was even stockier than either Lee or Matt with very broad shoulders, and a heavily muscled chest. The taut muscles of his powerful torso rippled as he moved, and Matt could see the tight vee shape of his powerful torso and the taut muscles rippling on his back under the torn white tee-shirt. His tight black jeans clung to his well muscled arse, and big solid thighs, and Matt had already checked out the impressive bulge at the front. Cropped blond hair and an almost smooth chest unlike Lee or Matt. His big pecs and big brown nipples were clearly visible as his white tee-shirt was torn almost to his flat stomach. He had sparkling bright green eyes, and a firm square jaw with quite a dark five o clock shadow, though it was a dirty gold colour, darker than his hair.

‘ Take a seat, pal’

Lee told him, and Carl sat down opposite Matt.

‘ Give us a fag mate ‘

Matt pushed the packet across the table towards him, and Carl took one out, lit it and sat back in his chair. Carl gave him a big grin, flashing white teeth in his tanned face. He slid one hand down to his basket and cupped his cock and balls in a big tanned hand, the blond hair catching the light.

Lee slid the charlie over to him.

‘ Sort out some lines for us mate.’

Carl looked at both of them

‘ You sure. I mean ”’..’

‘ Don’t be a twat Carl.’

Carl chopped out some lines, and rolled a note. They did a couple of lines, and then another couple.

‘Well, are you going to tell ‘im or shall I? ‘

Matt looked at Lee with a wry grin on his face.

‘What the fuck are you two on about?

Carl looked at Matt. He looked back at Carl with a big smile on his face.

‘There was this game Lee and me, used to play when we was just starting, it was something our first sergeant enjoyed.’

‘Yeah, and it was a right laugh, wasn’t it ‘Lee interjected.

‘Yeah, it was mate.’

‘Go on then, what bloody was it? ‘

Carl looked at them both.

‘Well, when we got some gobby punter like that city boy, we’d bang ’em up, maybe stick ’em in a cell wiv another fella, and we’d take bets on what’d ‘appen.’

Lee gave a deep laugh.

‘ And a fair number got fucked stupid, we reckon we might do that with the city boy. ‘

Carl’s eyes widened slightly

‘So what are you thinking of doing?’

‘ Stick you and him in the same cell, ‘e was eyeing us all up mate, didn’t you notice?’

Lee grinned at him

‘Go on mate, it’d be a laugh, and teach ‘im to fuck us about, and learn a bit of respect.’

Matt looked over to Carl.

‘ We’d just leave you to it mate. You can do whatever you like, I reckon if he leaves here in the morning with no charges, he’ll be happy, and he won’t say a word about anything that happened. Besides the way he was looking I reckon he likes a bit of cock.’

‘Fucking ‘ell, I don’t believe you two. You dirty fuckers.’ Carl laughed, and his smile widened.

‘ And I can do whatever I like”’ Fuck I like it’

Lee led Carl along the corridor, and unlocked one of the cells.

‘ Make yerself at home geezer.’

He gave Carl’s bulging package a squeeze as Carl brushed past him.

‘ I’ll get Matt to bring the city boy down in a minute. Oh, and don’t leave too many marks on the fella for fuck’s sake.’

Carl gave a big stoned grin as he heard the key in the lock and shifted in the bench slightly. He stroked his half hard cock through the tight jeans, charlie always got him as horny as fuck.

‘ Wotcha cunt.’

He chuckled slightly as Matt pushed Charlie Desmond into the cell.

‘ What the fuck””.you can’t put me into a cell with him.’

‘ ‘Fraid we ain’t got any other space sir.’

‘ But I won’t be safe.’

‘ ‘Course you will sir, Carl’s a big pussycat really. Looks hard, but he ain’t anything to worry about.’

He turned and pulled the cell door behind him.

‘ Well well, funny how fings turn out eh.’

Carl gave Charlie Desmond a big grin, flashing white teeth in his tanned face. He slid one hand down to his basket and cupped his cock and balls in a big tanned hand, the blond hair catching the light.

Charlie stared at him, and then looked away, but the look had lasted long enough.

‘ Fancy me do yah?’

‘ I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘ Oh I fink you do. Wanna see a bit more queer boy? Fancy a bit of white muscle?’

Carl reached down and pulled the remains of his torn tee shirt off. He was just under five ten, bulky and very stocky with huge broad shoulders, and a heavily muscled chest. The taut muscles of his powerful torso rippled as he moved slightly, and Charlie could see the tight vee shape of his powerful torso and the taut muscles rippling on his back. Both arms were tattooed, the left with three lions, the right with a Chelsea crest. His tight black jeans clung to his well muscled arse, and big solid thighs, and Charlie stared at his massive bulging packet.

‘ I hope you know how to suck cock proper pal, ‘cos you’re gonna be my bitch tonight.’

He pointed to the floor in front of him.

‘ Kneel down.’

Charlie didn’t move.

‘ I said kneel fuckin down.’

Charlie still didn’t move.

Carl leapt to his feet, half lunging at Charlie, as he caught him with a blow to the chest that knocked him across the cell. Charlie landed on the floor with Carl standing over him. Carl grabbed him by the hair, and pulled his head back.

‘You’re gonna ‘ave to learn to behave pal.’

He yanked Charlie’s head back further and then pulled it towards his crotch. Both hands on the back of Charlie’s head as he forced his face against the massive bulge in his tight jeans.

‘Better, now fuckin smell that. You like that dontcha queer boy the smell of a proper man’s cock. Wanna lick it do ya.’

He loosened his grip slightly, and as he did so Charlie began to lick at the outline of his cock through the tight jeans.

‘Fuck yeah’

Carl leant back slightly pushing his basket further towards Charlie’s eager mouth. He slid one hand across his chest reaching for his left nipple, as the other hand rested on Charlie’s head.

Charlie continued to lick and suck on Carl’s massive shaft through the denim, one of his arms worked its way round the back of Carl’s legs, and pulled on his arse. He slid the other up the front of Carl’s right leg reaching for his waistband.

‘Oi fuckin leave it alone cunt, I decide not you. Fuckin understand do ya?’

Carl pushed Charlie away

‘I’ll give you my cock when you deserve my cock, do you fuckin understand.’

Charlie knelt with his head bowed.

‘Yes Sir, sorry sir.’

‘Better.’

Carl laughed.

‘ Much better. See it don’t take much does it fucker. Now lick my fuckin boots.’

‘So are we going outside to join Carl, or are we just leaving him to it?’ Lee laughed

‘Better not leave ‘im much longer or he’ll have beaten the fuck out of the geezer unless we’re careful.’

‘I reckon it’s about time we made a move. We don’t want our Carl getting too carried away on his own, do we.’

He pulled his shirt over his head, and threw it into the corner, followed by Ray who did the same. Matt stood up already bare-chested, and all three big men left the room. They made their way down the stairs, and walked down the corridor towards the cells. Lee unlocked the door, and the others followed him in. Carl was kneeling on the bench with Charlie face down fucking him doggy fashion ‘Yeah go on bitch, take my big fucking cock, fucking feel that big fucking cock, you like that up your fucking bitch cunt don’t you pal’

He turned slightly as he heard the door, and gave a big stoned grin.

He laughed as all three big men moved round the bench, and pulled him up by the hair.

‘You like cock, well you’re gonna get some fucking cock now bitch.’

He pulled out of Charlie, squatting down on the bench, his thick cock resting against his washboard stomach, still wet with Charlie’s arse juice. Eight and a half inches long his cock was slightly shorter that either Lee’s or Matt’s massive poles, by as Carl knew, it was even thicker than either of theirs.

He pulled him back further against his thickset body, so Charlie was facing the end of the bench with his legs spread. His grin deepened as Lee, standing at the side of the bench, pulled Charlie towards him by the legs.

‘What’s going on? ‘ Charlie sounded scared.

‘Shut up cunt ‘

Carl pulled him further back as Lee pulled his legs over his massive shoulders

Lee gave a deep laugh, as he pulled Charlie towards him, and spat in his face. He leant forwards and pushed his face between Charlie’s legs, and began to tongue his tight hole. As he did so, he unbuckled his belt with one hand, and then pulled open his fly, letting his trousers drop to the floor. His huge cock reared up well past his navel, rock hard against the thick black hair on his stomach.

Carl pulled Charlie further round so his head was hanging over the edge of the bench, and then he slid off the edge of the bench so his legs were either side of him. He pulled his head back further with one hand, and held his own rock hard cock in the other ‘ Open your mouth bitch ‘ he growled at him ‘ and suck my fucking cock.’

Charlie tried to shake his head, and Carl let go of his cock, and slapped him across the face

‘ Open your fucking mouth, you fucking slag’

He opened it, and Carl began to feed his cock down his throat. He laughed as he heard him choke slightly.

‘ Can’t fucking take it you stupid slag.’ Matt chuckled, ‘ Maybe we ought to give you some lessons’

Carl was leaning forward as he fed him more of his cock, using the power in his muscular body to force more of his cock into his mouth.

Matt and Ray were either side of Carl, Ray with his hands round Carl’s chest pulling on his huge solid tits.

Carl threw his head back, and groaned at the sensation.

‘ Fucking hell’ and groaned even louder as he felt Ray behind him sliding one hand down to his cock, whilst the other hand slid between his legs to caress his big bollocks.

Meanwhile Lee let Charlie’s legs slide off his shoulders as he lowered him towards his huge ten inch cock. He paused slightly as his cockhead entered his tight arse, and then as he leant forward he grabbed both his arms, pulled him towards him and pushed his full length into him with one deep thrust. The movement pulled him off Carl’s cock, and it slapped against his stomach as it slid out of Charlie’s mouth.

Lee lifted Charlie off the bed, and had him held tight against his massive hairy tits, with his legs around his waist.

‘ Oi, Matt, give us a hand mate, let’s get this twat properly opened up.’

Matt moved around the bed spitting on his hand and working the saliva into his huge cockhead. He stood behind Charlie, his hands pulling his arse cheeks further apart, as he positioned his cock against Lee’s huge dick, and then he gave one massive thrust as he drove his huge cock deep up Charlie’s arse. He yelled as he felt the second huge shaft drive into him, as long and as thick as the one already there, and both big studs laughed.

Ray was still behind Carl, and as soon as Carl’s cock slipped out of Charlie’s mouth he got his hand round as much of it as he could. He pushed Carl forwards with his other hand, so he was leaning towards the wall whilst sliding his cock in the cleft between Carl’s cheeks. Carl steadied himself with one hand on the wall whilst reaching round for Ray’s cock with the other ‘ Fuckin tasty pal’ he muttered, as he felt the length and thickness ‘ Sweet’.’

He spread his legs wider apart, and guided Ray’s dick towards his hole. Ray paused slightly with his cockhead against Carl’s hole, and then he began a long deep thrust as Carl simultaneously pushed back onto his massive shaft. Carl gave an almost animal growl of pleasure as inch after inch slid into his body that grew louder as all nine inches were inside him and he could feel Ray’s nuts banging against his arse.

There was nothing gentle in their fucking, it was pure animal male sex in its roughest most primitive form. They were shaking, and sweating, and groaning at the intensity.

Carl reached between his legs, and squeezed Ray’s big bollocks, and that was enough to trigger Ray’s orgasm.

‘ Fuckin jesus”’.’ He threw his head back as he began to fire jet after jet of thick hot cum deep into Carl’s body.

The first jet was enough to push Carl over the edge, and without even touching it his cock erupted. Pointing straight up, he exploded in a series of huge spurts, releasing great ropes of jism that hit his chest, neck, face, and the wall beyond.

Matt and Lee were supporting Charlie, Matt holding his ankles, and Lee with his hands under Charlie’s armpits so he was sandwiched between them. They were alternating long deep thrusts between them, pulling out seven or eight inches each time whilst the other was sliding back into his tight hole. The pressure was intense as Charlie’s muscles stretched to try to accommodate the massive length and thickness pounding his arse. Both big studs could feel the pressure building in the other as their cocks slid past each other, and their pace began to quicken as the fire inside them increased.

Their rhythm changed as well as they began to thrust together, sliding in and out of Charlie’s body as though their dicks were joined together. Pushing deeper and deeper stretching the tight muscle.

Charlie was making a noise something between a squeal and a whimper and moan, that was louder and more visceral each time the conjoined shafts battered his prostate. His groans grew louder as the pounding continued, until he let out a deep throated growl and his cock exploded in a gigantic spasm. It was as though a fire hose had been turned on as he released almost a stream of cum that covered Lee’s chest matting in the thick dark hair, and hitting his neck and chin.

The involuntary tightening of his arse muscles as he came was enough to push both big men over the edge, and they began to release thick ropes of spunk deep inside, bathing Charlie’s guts with white hot man juice.

They could barely stand, as they supported each other as they fired jet after jet into him. Six, eight, ten, twelve times they both just kept going as they emptied more and more man seed into the tight warm arse and felt the hot love juice bathe their still hard dicks Lee lifted Charlie off them and put him on the floor beside the bench, and then sat down.

He leant against the wall breathing heavily, big grin on his face, legs wide apart. His cock still three quarters hard, hung above the slumped figure of Charlie Desmond. He pointed it slightly and began a thick jet of warm piss all over him.

Carl snorted with laughter. ‘You dirty fucker’ and he swaggered over to join him, both of them bathing him in a heavy stream. Carl turned slightly towards Charlie’s clothes, and began to soak them as well ‘It’ll give the cunt something to remember in the morning’

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I geared up for my usual day at the glory hole in the park. Knee pads, lipstick and butt plug. I am in the stall 20 minutes when I hear someone come in to the next stall. I look through the hole and its my friend Tom from high schools dad! I had fantasied about sucking Toms cock and his dads but they are straight and don’t know about my glory hole hobby. Toms dad pulls down his pants and much to my surprise he is sporting a 9 inch throbber of a hard on. He sits on the toilet and starts stroking it.

I put my red lips up to the glory hole and whisper looks delicious can I have some. In three seconds I feel the head of his cock slowly slipping into my mouth. I sucked the precum wetness out of the tip and reached into my pocket and turned on the remote for the vibrating butt plug in my ass. I start to slowly suck the head of his cock in and out of my mouth inching it closer to my throat. 

Soon I am deep throating his beautiful cock till the hairs at the base are tickling my nose. I hear him start moaning and he begins to fuck my throat faster until I feel and taste the first jet of sperm hit the back of my throat. I move my face back because I want the rest of his cum in my mouth so I suck the head while stroking his shaft. The next warm spurt hit the roof of my mouth and ran down under my tongue. 

As I swallowed my first mouthful of warm sperm I heard someone going into the stall on the other side of me. Toms dad heard it to and pulled his cock out of my mouth and through the glory hole but not before one last rope of warm cum landed in my mouth. I heard Toms dad breathing hard in the stall and watched as he sprayed the rest of his cum in the toilet. Damn! Who the fuck interrupted us!? 

I looked through the glory hole and in the other stall was TOM! I still have his dads cum in my mouth and here is the son with his pants down and stroking his cock. Like father like son I guess. I tap on the partition and put my mouth up to the glory hole and Tom immediately shoves his dick through the hole into my mouth and starts spurting warm cum in to my mouth. 

I now have the father and the sons warm sperm sloshing around in my mouth. Toms cock spurts a few more ropes of cum in my mouth and I slowly suck his dick until he finally pulls it back out through the hole and is gone. I sat on the toilet slowly stroking my cock feeling the vibrations in my ass and the warm sperm from a father and son still on my tongue.

I was not into being the nosey, busybody type of neighbor. I always tried to keep my self sorta aloof from other people and mind my own business. That is untill I saw the man that bought the house next door.

I was watching from off the front porch as the neighbor boy cut my grass and did my yardwork that day that the new neighbor came to look at the house. It was finally getting looked at, God it had set empty since the Martins had gotten a divorce and the house was held up in the ‘division of property settlement’ in court for the last three years.

I was thinking that this guy should have gotten a really good deal. The house hadn’t been lived in for three years.

Well I noticed this guy in a car that looked sort of like mine, it was about two years old, nothing really special, very nice and clean looking but nothing outstanding about it.

The man himself was tall about six two maybe three, and extremely handsome. He had almost black short cropped hair, slim waist, muscular arms, and was just an all round good looking guy.

After checking the house I watched him as he talked to the real estate lady and man. Then he left. I got word a week later that he had bought it.

I guess it was about a week later I saw a moving van pull up and unload into the house and this guy I had seen that bought the house pulled his car into the driveway which was between our houses.

I smiled at him and he smiled and waved back, I walked over and introduced myself as Phillip Staunton. He introduced himself as Ivan Ivanovitch. He spoke with a decided Russian accent.

He told me that he was a professor at the local University in the City. He was a Language teacher and he taught European History. I found that very interesting, and we chatted about a lot of things but nothing special really. Then I left for my house.

I had been noticing that he was sort stand-off-ish and he was really not that outgoing at all. So to get the ball going is just started walking over whenever I saw him in the back yard and started talking to him, I was getting better at understanding him.

I would take him a cold beer almost every time and he really seemed to like that. Finally one night I invited him to supper with me.

He came over about six the next night, He was such a gentleman, he had brought a bottle of very nice wine.

I put it on ice and said,’Ivan, do you not have a wife?’

He smiled very nicely,’No, I have never had one, and to tell the truth, I don’t want one.’

I said,’Oh really.’ my sentements exactly, ‘You have never had a wife either?’

‘No, haven’t really ever needed one.’

Ivan gave me a funny look and just smiled this funny smile.

Later that night after he had gone home, I guess he had been gone about an hour, I decided to go outside, and get some fresh air. I guess it was about fifteen minutes after ten. I had gotten into my flimsy cotton sleeping shorts after haveing my shower, I never wore underwear under those either. I went outside my back patio door. I was stretching my arms above my shoulders and just taking in the cool feeling awesome night air, I had my right hand down inside my shorts rubbing on my cock which was feeling like it wanted some attention, and I had this thing about stroking off outside at night on the patio just me and the stars, in the dark and I loved to just take my shorts down and work my cock over under the canopy of the starry dark night sky.

I had my hardon in hand when I heard this sound like a guy moaning, I looked over toward Ivans house and I saw a lit cigarette cherry glowing in the dark. I just removed my hand and sauntered over towards Ivans patio, and He was setting out on his patio with a cool drink on his patio table and his cigarette in his other hand.

I walked up and just trying to be neighborly. ‘Hey Ivan, beautiful night, man it feels great out here. ‘It sure does,’ I noticed that Ivan was doing something with his right hand, and I looked down and I almost swallowed my tongue, He said,’I always enjoy doing this, on the patio at night.’

I looked down and he was setting in a patio chair, naked as the day he was born. I looked at his body and My god he was awesome looking, He had a hairy chest, a very ripped muscular stomach, very muscular arms and legs. But his cock caught my attention, It must have been a good nine inches and thick as his wrist, I could see it by the light coming thru the window in his kitchen right above the patio. I had a fucking boner like a damn breading horse. That piss tube under his cock was very heavy and noticable and He was just gently sliding his forskin back and forth as he set there and stroked off. ‘Hey man, take off your shorts and join me, if this doesn’t offend you,’

I said, ‘Fuck no, man I had the same idea myself over on my patio.’ Ivan said, ‘I know Phillip, I watched you jerk off out my bedroom window the other night, you were standing there on your patio, It was exciting to watch.’

Ivan pulled up a chair and said, ‘here join me.’

I slid my shorts off and layed them up on the table, then set down and got my already hard seven inch cock in my hand. Ivan said, ‘Phillip your very nice looking man,’ ‘Thanks, your a very nice looking guy yourself,’ we just watched each other jerk off for about ten minutes, things were starting to heat up, watching Ivans cock as it leaked pre-cum, all I could think was ‘man, would I like to lick that off that awesome cock.’ I noticed Ivan was looking straight at my hardon as my hand gently swirled around and up and down. and he was going at his nicely when I could stand it no longer. I stood up, knelt down between Ivans legs, he spread them really wide to allow me in between them, and I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth, Ivan, said something, I didn’t understand, since I don’t speak Russian I can’t translate it, but he was enjoying what I was doing, I do know that.

He just layed his head back pushed his hips upward and grabbed the back of my head, I glanced up and noticed he had his lower lip under his upper teeth and was moaning like a dying horse.

I was rubbing on those huge nuts as I swirled my tongue around and up and down his shaft and took it to the hilt for him, and believe me it was a big mouth full.

Ivan finally spoke and said, ‘Damn Phillip, Im gonn shoot my load, do you swallow or do I need to tell you when?’ I said,’Let it Fly man.’ and fuck did he ever let it fly. He came so much I was gagging when he unloaded into my mouth. He just growled and muttered something in Russian.

I looked up at him and he was smiling, and said, ‘Thank you Neighbor.’ I said, ‘Believe me, the pleasure was mine.’

Well Ivan wouldn’t be outdone so he quickly got down and slid my body down on the seat I was setting on. He stuck his tongue into my turd tunnel and started tongue fucking me, I was about to blow up from that awesome feeling. He was really good at it and I knew that he was not beginner.

He was tongue fucking me and stroking my cock when I blew off, I shot cum in my right eye and it burns like hell. I never really knew that before, but it does.

Ivan was so good we stayed out there and messed around for almost four hours.

Two nights later I heard a knock on my door. Ivan walked in and grabbed me and said, ‘I need you Phillip, now.’ He acted Insatiable, almost like a wild man.

I took him up to my bedroom and He said,’I need your cock, in my ass.’ ‘Damn, man why dont’ you just come out and tell me what you want?’ hehehe

I smiled and said,’Ivan, I can take care of that for you.’

He was naked and on my bed before I could say ‘Fuck.’

I got naked and he took my cock, licked a little saliva on it and just sat down on it almost dry, he was in such a frenzy, god he loved it, and I din’t mind it either.

He like to fuck me to death, he was almost jumping ontop of me as he rammed his asshole with my hardon, thank god I make a lot of pre-cum I had started dry but after about two minutes I started leaking pre-cum, and it felt so much better. It didn’t take him long to reach a climax from getting my cock up his ass either, He was like a crazy man, he had torn the blankets and sheets completely off my bed, Shuddering like he was having a seizure and going totally wild when he shot his load, I will say it again, that man shot a load and a half, I have never know a man that shot as much cum when he reached a climax.

Ivan and I are never unsatisfied now sexually that is. We keep each others pipes clean, so to speak, and I thank my very lucky stars for the day Ivan Moved in next door to me. I have had a wonderful realationship with Ivan my new Neighbor.

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‘Dad, I’d like that, especially after watching Greg fuck you that night.’

Dad took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom saying, ‘Come with me for your first piece of man pussy.’

Dad retrieved the lube and after handing it to me lay on the bed on his back and raised his legs.

‘Let’s do it this way so I can see your face as you fuck me and we can kiss also.’

I lubed my cock and dad’s ass and without any instruction, began my insertion. As the head popped through Dad looked at me and said, ‘Oh, fuck yea. Your cock feels so good in me. Go all the way in.’

I slowly slid my cock in balls deep as dad moaned with pleasure saying how great it was to have his own son fucking his ass. ‘This is a dream come true,’ he said.

Once all the way in he asked how it felt to me.

‘Fucking fantastic! It’s so fucking hot in there. It won’t take me long to cum.’

‘Don’t rush son. Make it last. I love having you up my ass.’

I fucked slowly and anytime I neared a climax, I would stop and lay still. Dad loved watching my face and kissing me. All this was bringing dad and I so much closer that we all ready were.

Finally I could hold back no longer.

‘Dad, get ready. I can’t hold back. I’ve got to cum.’

‘Go ahead, son. Let me feel that hot load spray up my ass. Fill me with your load.’

I sped up my pace and soon my cock exploded in huge torrents of cum, coating dad’s insides. As my cock exploded so did dad’s, covering his chest and stomach with his own huge load.

I collapsed on dad, smearing his huge load on both our chest and stomachs as we kissed long and deep.

when be broke the kiss, Dad looked at me and said, ‘ Son, that was fantastic. You can fuck me any time you want to.’

We soon regained enough strength to get up and shower together. As we finished, Dad looked at me and said, ‘With all that’s been going on, we both forgot that today is Christmas. Merry Christmas son.’

‘Merry Christmas to you dad. I think this is the best one I’ve ever had.’

‘I know it is for me,’ Dad replied. ‘Let’s go open the gifts, although I just received the best one ever.’

We both began laughing as we headed into the living room. We opened the gifts we had brought for each other and had a late snack. As we headed back to the bedroom, I looked at dad and said, ‘Dad, I want one more gift for Christmas.’

‘What’s that son?’

‘I want you to fuck me.’

‘Are you sure? I have to warn you, the first time hurts like hell for a while.’

‘I don’t care. I want to feel you up inside me.’

‘Okay, if you insist, but if you want me to stop at any point just say so. Promise me.’

‘I promise.’

We got into bed with me on my back and legs raised as dad had done. dad had the lube and as he started putting some on my hole, he said, ‘Son, first I need to open you up some with my fingers so it won’t hurt so much.’

‘Do what ever you need to do just as long as it ends up with you fucking me.’

Dad smiled as he inserted one finger into my virgin hole. ‘Oh,’ I said.

‘That hurt?’

‘No, it just feels strange. Just a little pressure. Keep going.’

After awhile of working his finger in and out of my ass he inserted a second finger, then later a third, then a fourth. He worked his four fingers in and out for a while then asked, ‘You ready?’

‘Yes. Do it.’

After getting into position, he slipped his fingers out and quickly placed the head of his cock against my closing hole. I felt him pushing against it with his hard cock and suddenly the head popped in.

‘AAAGGGHHHHHHHHH!’ I screamed.

‘Want me to pull out?’

‘Don’t you dare! How long will it last?’

‘It won’t be too long. I’m going tostay just like this till the pain begins to subside.’

My ass felt like it was on fire and being torn apart. But after a few minuttes, the pain was subsiding and a strange feeling of pleasure was replacing it.

‘Go on,’ I said.

Ever so slowly, Dad began sliding in deeper, then pulling back a little then going a little deeper. He repeated this process for several minutes. At one point, I felt something to an electrical shock and my body shook.

‘What was that?’ I asked.

‘Son, I just rubbed across your prostate. It’s like the man’s version of a woman’s clit. You’ll feel it again as the head of my cock rubs across it. It feel great.’

‘Yes, it does.’

Dad continued his in and out procedure and after a couple of minutes I saw a smile on his face.

‘Son, you’ve got it all.’

‘You mean your entire cock is up my ass?’

‘Yes, it is. How does it feel?’

‘Dad, beside feeling stuffed which I am, it feels great.’

‘Now, are you ready to get fucked?’

‘Go for it. Show me what it’s like.’

Dad began sliding in and out of my ass. With each thrust it felt better and better and I began to feel like I was in another world. And he was right. As his cock head rubbed my ‘love button’ I went into another demension. Before long dad began breathing heavy.

‘Oh yea dad, fuck me. Oh shit, I love it. I want you to fuck me every day. Fuck this boy dad. Shoot that load.’

And that he did. I felt his hot cum spraying the insides of my gut and as it did, I shot mine out, with the first two volleys hitting me square in the mouth. Without hesitation, I quickly licked them off.

Watching me do that set dad off even more and his loads continued. With both our hearts beating rapidly, our climaxs subsided and he colappsed on my chest, kissing me.

‘I’ve had two great Christmas presents today,’ he said.

‘So have I,’ I answered.

‘I assume from what you said, you enjoyed it.’

‘You’re fucking right I did. Dad, I liked getting fucked. Can we make it a regular event?’

‘Son, we can do what ever you want any time you want. You don’t even have to ask. Just do it.’

We showered again and soon were both asleep, spooned together.

The next morning we awoke and I immediately went into a sixty-nine. Without hesitation, dad and I hungrily sucked each other off. After breakfast, dad looked at me and said, ‘Luke, get on your back and raise your legs.’

‘You want my ass again?’ I asked.

‘Yes, but not with my cock. Let me show you.’

I had my legs pulled way back and my ass completely exposed. Dad leaned down and I ffelt his hot tongue begin to lick my hole then as he used his hands to open me up, his tongue began sliding into my hole. I thought I was in heaven. He did this for over half an hour before stopping.

‘Let me try that,’ I said. We changed positions and I began eating dad’s ass and found that I loved that also. I knew without a doubt that I was gay. No straight man could enjoy the things I had done or had done to me.

We spent the dad sucking and fucking, kissing, rimming and cuddling. we began getting kinky and when one of us would cum from getting fucked the other would lick him clean.

At one point dad sucked me off then gave me a cum-kiss, feeding me my own cum. I did the same back to him.

The following day, I told dad that I’d like for him to invite Greg over for a three way. He smiled and said, ‘Are you wanting to take on both of us?’

‘Yes, I want to have both of you fuck me.’

Dad called Greg and invited him for dinner. Greg accepted, not knowing what was in store. He arrived and when he walked in, he found dad and I both naked, and in the kitchen.

Smiling he said, ‘Another set-up?’

‘No, we just like being comfortable,’ I said, lieing.

‘Feel free to join us,’ Dad added.

Greg stripped and soon we were all totally naked. We soon ate and after all chipping in and cleaning up the kitchen we returned to the living room.

As we had planned ahead of time dad sat in his chair and I sat on the sofa with Greg. Without his knowledge, I had already lubbed my ass. Suddenly, I leaned over and began sucking Greg’s cock.

‘What the fuck?’ he said.

‘Greg, since he got started he’s become an addict. There is nothing I can do.’

‘In that case, I’m not sure if I should be jealous of you or pitty you,’ he said with a laugh.

When his cock was completely hard, I retrieved the lube and put some on him. Quickly, I straddled his lap and began sitting on his cock.

‘Oh shit! Am I really going to get to fuck his ass?’

‘That’s what it looks like to me,’ Dad said, his cock stiffening as he watched Greg’s cock disappear up my ass.

As I began to bounce on Greg’s cock, Dad smiled and said, ‘I never thought watching my own son get fucked would be such a turn on but man, it’s fucking hot.’

I soon brought Greg to a climax and felt his big cock explode in my ass. It was wonderful, the warmth of his load filling my insides. I slipped off and immediately went to Dad and sat on his hard cock. Greg watched in awe. Soon, dad climaxed and added his load to Greg’s. I was in ecstacy.

‘I can’t believe he took both of us like that,’ Greg said, as I began swallowing his cock bringing him to a second climax. After swallowing the load, Greg quickly began sucking me, anxious for my load which I soon gave him. As the evening progressed, I fucked both dad and Greg and sucked dad as he sucked me. The evening was total sex.

The rest of the vacation was sex, sex, sex. We returned home and settled back into a regular routine, having sex whewnever we could. My friends that were gay were shocked when I invited them over after school one day and immediately began groping them and kissing them. They were even more shocked when I sucked and swallowed and let them fuck me.

I talked dad into inviting his state trooper friend over for a three way. That guy was hot and sex was fantastic. He joins us regularly and we return to the cabing a lot and have sexz with Greg.

Dad and I have even started cruising the rest areas and truck stops, having sex with hot young truckers. We both go out and pick up guys and bring them home for group sex. We love that.

Dad and I are much closer and I couldn’t be happier. I’d love to have dad as my lover. I don’t think he’d mind it either.

THE END

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Stefan almost had me that warm afternoon in the summer pavilion of the Eisler country house in the Vienna Woods. We had played two sets of tennis, stripped down to our shorts in the unusual August heat on the mountainside above Vienna, and I knew by the way he looked at me that he wanted me. And, truth be told, I think I wanted him as well. I’d always had those urgings, but I had never given in to them.

Stefan had been an exchange student at my southern U.S. university in my sophomore year. We had struck up a friendship, and I had come back with him to Austria during a hiatus in my studies at the end of that school term. I wanted to be a writer, and I knew that the broadening experience of a European interlude would help me in that. Taking up Stefan’s offer to stay with his family had been ideal. They were quite wealthy, they came from a titled family, and they traveled all over the region and had been good enough to take me with them.

Their son, Stefan, had been quite a hit at my somewhat provincial university. He was so sophisticated and so worldly, and it didn’t hurt that he was achingly handsome. Solid Germanic stock. Blond and blue eyed, sturdy build and well-muscled. He was the star of our soccer team and had taken us to a conference championship for the first time in the school’s history.

He perhaps was a little too urbane for the university community, though, and he had been invited not to return for our junior year. Our sleepy southern town was sexually repressed, and Stefan was sexual and sensual to the nth degree, and openly bisexual to boot. The rumor was that he’d fucked a good two-thirds of the soccer team, and that part of the reason for their success was that they were so besotted with Stefan to a man that they went into superhuman overdrive in their games so as not to let him down.

Stefan had propositioned me as well several times in that year, pursuing me relentlessly, trying to wear my resolve down, but I was too strong for him. I knew my inclinations were dangerously close to what he wanted, but I had come from the small southern town the university was located in and I planned to remain there to take over a business that had been in my family since before the Civil War. I couldn’t afford to indulge what Stefan had to offer. I would marry a cheerleader coed from one of the other prominent families in town and live in a southern colonial mansion on a golf course at the edge of town and raise my allotted three and a half children and one dog and two cats.

Still, Stefan was not the type to give up, and I was fully on guard for there having been an ulterior motive for his invitation to me to summer with his family. I hadn’t been totally cold to him. He had been raised on his family’s Italian estate, and he was naturally expressive with his hands. I had let him become friendly with his hands – and I had thoroughly enjoyed his occasional attentions in that vein – but I had not come anywhere close to succumbing to his expressed desires for something more between us. He quite well knew what my limitations were and why I had set them.

After the tennis game, Stefan and I had dove into the pool, in our tennis shorts, to cool off, and I’d left him there, swimming vigorous laps and retired to the summer pavilion down near the small lake and dozed off on a chaise lounge.

I awoke with Stefan’s full lips on mine. This was farther than I’d ever let him go before, and he had caught me completely by surprise, and I had in fact been dreaming of someone very like him, so I was slow to draw away – in fact, I was holding up my end of the kiss. He was leaning over me, droplets falling off his hard, heaving chest onto mine, and he’d run a hand under the waistband of my shorts and was fisting my cock.

‘No, Stefan,’ I exclaimed. ‘Too far . . . I don’t want . . .’

‘Don’t tell me you don’t want it, Jackson,’ Stefan retorted in a low, guttural voice. ‘Your dick tells me that you want it.’ He began to stroke me, and my cock did, in fact, belie my interest. ‘Just let me jack you off. You’re driving me crazy.’

‘Not what you want, Stefan. You can’t have what you want. You don’t want to just use your hand on me. You’ve been very clear in what you want. And I’ve been equally clear that it won’t happen. That it can’t happen. I’ve been . . .’

‘Just a hand job,’ Stefan wheedled. ‘That’s enough. No more than that.’

His lips returned to mine, not wanting to hear me say no, and he continued to stroke me inside my shorts. I struggled against him, but not for long. I didn’t answer him, but my body answered for me. It started to relax, and I emitted a little moan through his searching kiss. He pulled away from my lips and gave me a radiant smile of victory and moved his lips to one of my nipples as he unzipped my shorts and pulled my dick out.

I was panting and moaning as his lips moved down over my belly.

‘No, no,’ I whimpered. ‘Just the hand . . . ohhhhhh.’ He’d swallowed my cock. And it felt so good. I’d stop him. In a minute or two.

But then I felt the pad of a finger at the rim of my channel, and that galvanized me into full defensive mode.

‘No, Stefan. That’s enough. That’s way more than enough.’ I struggled out of his grip and launched myself from the chaise lounge. I stood there, trembling, as I zipped up my shorts.

‘You want me; you know you do. I want to fuck you and you want that too,’ Stefan said in a hoarse voice belabored by heavy breathing.

‘No, it’s not going to happen, Stefan,’ I responded, making my voice as cold and as unemotional as possible. ‘I’ll leave tomorrow, if necessary. But this isn’t going any further.’

‘You are a tease,’ Stefan spat back. ‘You can’t be as strong willed as you pretend. You wanted me just now; there’s no question of that.’

He had more to say, but I didn’t hear it; I had turned and was moving up toward the house.

Neither of us mentioned the incident again – and nothing was said about my leaving early – but Stefan was cool and on the edge of being dismissive of me henceforth. I’m sure that I was the first person, male or female, who had ever turned him down. He continued to be friendly to me in front of his family, but there was an iciness in the air that even they could not miss. I decided I’d need to try to make some other arrangements for my European sojourn at the earliest possibility. Stefan wouldn’t be returning to my university, so it could end here. And with luck, the yearning that I had for what he was offering would die here forever as well.

Less than a week later, Stefan told me that he’d been invited to attend a night of the Wagnerian opera festival down in the Volksopera in Vienna and asked me if I’d like to accompany him.

I jumped at the chance, tickets to the Volksopera being very hard to come by.

The patron who had extended the offer to Stefan turned out to be an international financier by the name of Klaus Gehler, who had a very good permanent box at the theater.

Gehler, a distinguished-looking Austrian not much short of sixty in age, was an excellent conversationalist. He also was an extraordinarily handsome and well-kept man of military bearing and close-cropped steel-gray hair.

During the first interval of the opera, he turned to me and fixed mesmerizing pale-blue eyes on me and floored me in a rich, smooth baritone voice, ‘Our friend Stefan here says that you are looking for a broader experience of Europe, Mr. Taylor. Perhaps I have a proposition for you.’

I was looking for a change? I hadn’t said anything directly to Stefan about that at all; nor had he broached the subject with me. I felt the anger rising inside me, but I held it in. I obviously was in the presence of a highly unusual man. He exuded power and strength – and elegance and refinement. I felt I was way out of my league here. But if Stefan wanted to brush me off, I certainly wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of stepping on my tongue in the presence of Gehler.

‘Yes, I was looking into some travel options,’ I said. ‘I came to Europe for the summer break to gather experiences for my writing exercises. The Eislers have graciously shown me many of the major cities, but I would like to get a deeper feel for the countryside while I’m here.’

‘A writer?’ Gehler said. ‘Yes, I do believe Stefan told me that as well. That would fit perfectly. I write too, but something entirely more dull, I’m afraid. In my business I have to keep up a constant and voluminous correspondence. And my secretary, Frans, has had to go off on a family medical emergency. So, I am bereft and just about to leave for my retreat. It would work out marvelously if you could take on the role of my temporary secretary. Just for a month or six weeks. I would promise not to overtax you – to let you gain considerable experience and have time to write up your own notes. How would that sound to you, Mr. Taylor?’

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I would perhaps not have been quite so enthusiastic at accepting Klaus Gehler’s invitation for a temporary appointment if I had known that his retreat was on a remote island of the Cape Verde chain, off the coast of east Africa and well within the tropical zone. I already felt isolation creeping around me as we motored from Gehler’s larger yacht in a launch to the small island of Brava, which was only accessible by launches.

It was just the two of us, Gehler and me, in the launch other than the silent Spaniard who had seemed to have been in charge of the crew of the larger yacht. He was dark to the point of swarthy, with jet-black curly hair in profusion on his chest, arms, and legs in addition to his head. He was perhaps something around thirty and what I would call sinewy. Not hulking, but tall and so muscle hard that the veins popped out on the surface of his arms and torso because they had no fat to travel through. He had large, strong, long-fingered hands. He was brown as a berry and moved in the rigging of the yacht with the grace and dexterity of a monkey. He must have been a brawler, because he had perpetual bruises and stripe marks on his torso and arms and legs. The other crew members seemed anxious to stay clear of him, although there was no question that they jumped when he said to jump.

My feeling of gathering isolation wasn’t helped as we neared the coastline of the small island and I saw Gehler’s red-tile-roofed native stone villa hovering over the top of a cliff. There seemed to be only a narrow pathway through lush semitropical foliage rising and cutting back here and there from the pier to the top of the cliff. Gehler had told me that he came here whenever he felt the need to be entirely cut off from the world, and the immediate impression I got of the locale supported this completely. There was no other sign of habitation as I scanned the island upon our approach.

‘Leave the luggage, Jack,’ Gehler said when the launch had been lashed to the pier and we’d scrambled up on the dock. ‘Estaban will bring it up.’

I felt that the vines, large-leafed plants, and trees were grabbing at me as we mounted the pathway, which I found strange, as the Cape Verdes were, I thought, semiarid. I remarked as much to Gehler.

‘Ah, we have Miguel and his now-deceased father to thank for that. Miguel is my gardener. I originally had my retreat in Bermuda until it got entirely too crowded, and when I moved down to here, I brought Miguel and his father with me. They are Portuguese. The gardeners of Bermuda are Portuguese, you know. We also brought the Bermudan techniques for gathering runoff water, and Miguel and his father created this paradise of vegetation similar to what I enjoyed on Bermuda. Don’t you find it intoxicating?’

I just murmured a response that could be taken either way, because my immediate reaction was that it was stifling and a bit intimidating, but upon further thought, I guessed that intoxicating was just as good a term for it.

We brushed by Miguel near the first terrace. He was fighting with a stand of bamboo that threatened to obstruct the view of the ocean from that terrace. He was stripped to the waist of quite skimpy shorts. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-five, which came as a shock to me. To have helped established plantings of this maturity in an unforgiving environment, he must have come here to work when he was a child. He was dark skinned, although not as dark as Estaban was, probably mostly from the constant exposure to the sun, and he was rather small in stature, but heavy with muscle in keeping with the hard work he had to do, which must have redoubled since his father had died. I wondered if he was the only gardener now. The estate obviously was large. Of course the landscaping, apparently on purpose, was wild and unruly on the ocean side of the house. But I could see around the side of the house toward the landward side, where there was a more park like setting short of what appeared to be high stone walls surrounding the grounds on all sides except for the seaside cliff front. The walls didn’t help me with my feeling of confinement.

The villa was in a rectangle, the longer side toward the sea, and it was built around an interior courtyard, complete with stone flooring and a pond with a fountain and the ever-present overflow of big-leafed plants and exotic-colored flowers. Hibiscus, bougainvillea, lipstick plant, hydrangeas, and banana trees predominated. The lounge area took up the ground floor of the side facing the sea, with Gehler’s study and a small office he assigned to me above. The opposite wing, opening out onto the more formal, lawned park area had an open loggia with arched doorways on the ground floor and two bedrooms, each with bath, above. A hallway stretched across this section facing the inner courtyard, and a balcony ran the full length of this wing on both sides. The short wing to the west had a kitchen and storerooms on the ground floor, with a large dining room above with a bank of arched windows cut in the stone walls on each side. At the west corner, where the lounge was located on the seaward wing and the kitchen on the west wing, was located a breakfast room and staircase on the first floor, and a servant’s room on the second. There were staircases and servants rooms in the other three corner sections as well. There were two more bedrooms with connecting bath on the second floor of the east wing. I was not shown what was on the ground floor of that wing. The sturdy wooden door to that was shut tight and had a padlock on it, and all of the windows were heavily shuttered.

What appeared to be the only house servant, a small, yet nicely formed African with black curly hair and features that showed some mix with European stock, barefoot and wearing only an orange-red sarong skirt tucked at his waist, had met us at one of the French doors from the upper terrace into the lounge and had followed Gehler and me around as Klaus acclimated me to the house. Klaus told me the houseboy’s name was Jolo, and he just lowered his eyes in supplication, without sound, when I was introduced to him. He appeared to be hardly more than a boy, although Klaus told me that he had had him for several years. In the kitchen, we found a hulking German of coarse features and heavy musculature, perhaps in his forties, who Gehler introduced as Gerhardt, the cook and general housekeeper. Gerhardt leered at me in a manner that made me quite uncomfortable, and I was pleased when we moved on, climbing the stairs to the principle bedroom wing facing the landward side park area.

Gehler said that I would have the second bedroom in this wing, right next to his. Both bedrooms had two pair of double French doors giving access to the common balcony on the landward side of the villa. Gehler told me that it would be wise to leave the French doors open at night to catch whatever breeze could be captured at this time of year. He said the thick stone walls helped keep the villa relatively cool, but that, of course, there was no such thing as central air conditioning on the remote Brava island.

Remote indeed. I felt the remoteness. And all there was in the way of servants to take care of this estate were the cook, the gardener, and Estaban, as the general handyman when Gehler was in residence. I was particularly struck that there was no evidence of any women in residence. It struck me then that Gehler’s secretary was male – and even his temporary secretary – me – was a man.

Gehler left me to think my increasingly disturbing thoughts and to watch Jolo unpack my suitcases and occasionally give me a shy, appraising look. He really was a well-formed young man, although it still was difficult to think of him as a man.

The first evening went uneventfully. Estaban and Jolo served us in the dining room, with me at one end of a table capable of seating eighteen and Gehler at the other end. Gehler was in good form with his conversation, making every effort to put me at my ease and to give me a brief history of Cape Verde and of this small island of Brava. After dinner, we sat in the lounge and had coffee and cognac, and Gehler puffed on a cigar, and then he gave me a couple of hours of dictation of business letters that indicated that his business interest were far, wide, and highly lucrative – and involved some of the major leaders of European countries.

Then, declaring he was tired from the sea crossing to the Cape Verdes from where we had taken ship, at Marseilles, Gehler said that he was going to retire. There didn’t seem to be any question that I was retiring too. Gehler had that sort of ingrained power and authority. He spoke and all of those around him served.

I didn’t resent his presumption, because I was probably more exhausted than he was. He still looked fresh and vigorous. He exuded power and vitality and, I had to admit, a sensuality that I found alluring despite myself. He was an uncommonly handsome man, and extraordinarily fine of figure, especially for his stated age.

I showered, padded out of the bathroom, a towel tucked around my waist, opened the French doors as I was advised to do, and, dropping the towel at the side of the bed, sank onto the silk-sheet covered kingside bed, under mosquito netting, and fell into a deep sleep.

I don’t know how long I’d been semiconscious and aware of the sounds wafting in through the French doors, but when I was fully conscious, I realized I was listening to the sound of full-throttle sexual taking from somewhere beyond the French doors. I was shocked to find that I had my hard cock in my fist and that I had come. I rose quickly, in embarrassment, closed both of the French doors and went to the bathroom and cleaned myself off and collapsed back in the bed, my sleep for the rest of the night fretful and filled with feelings of concern and guilt. For hours I devised ways of saying that I must leave the island immediately, but dawn arrived with no inkling of how I could politely do that without revealing what I had heard.

The next morning Gehler was chipper and moved energetically around his study, dictating to me and being more effusive and jovial than I had seen him in the short time we had traveled together from Vienna to the Cape Verdes. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and I was impressed at how well defined his musculature was and how well he V’d down to a thin waist at his age. Even at leisure, he wore his clothes elegantly, like a model for an expensive men’s store. I had no doubt that his clothes had come from such a store.

He made no mention of whatever had happened during the night – if I heard it from my open French doors, surely he did as well, as he was in the room adjacent to mine. And I made no mention of it as well.

The next two days went uneventfully, with him somehow getting me to talk about myself and my hopes and ambitions without him revealing much about himself at all. But he was a brilliant man, well conversant with the politics and economics of the world, obviously earning his position in the world of finance honestly. And all the while there was the sense about him of a commanding general, holding the lives of all of his soldiers in his hands. Certainly that was how the three servants responded to him.

The next incident in what I came to realize was my spiral down into degradation, occurred two nights later. I awoke in the night slightly gaseous and knowing that all I needed was a glass of milk, as this was what had always worked before when my stomach was slightly off – the cook was an excellent one, but the Portuguese-based food that was being served was slightly more spicy than I was used to.

I had already found and drunk the glass of the milk from the refrigerator in the kitchen when I heard the sounds – quite similar to those of the other night. The sounds of sex. I was drawn to the sounds, which seemed to be coming from the lounge just a short distance away in the wing facing the sea.

They were mere shadows, but it unmistakably was the form of two men, one large and one small, having sex on the carpet in the middle of the lounge floor. The smaller man was on his belly, stretched out on the floor; the large man was crouched over the smaller one, at the level of his pelvis. He was on one knee and the other leg was thrown across the smaller man’s pelvis. One hand of the large man was holding down the thigh of the smaller man and the other hand was palmed between the smaller man’s shoulder blades. The larger man was fucking down between the smaller man’s buttocks at a side angle. The sounds I heard were the sounds from the smaller man of his taking. They were sounds of acceptance and enjoyment. I couldn’t readily identify who was there – and I didn’t want to suppose. I didn’t want to know. Still, I felt the shock of discovery – of being an unwilling voyeur; of hearing and seeing what wasn’t meant for me – and then the greater shock of realizing that I was finding this arousing sank in. I was fisting my cock, which was engorging, and I suddenly was aware that I was naked. I turned to leave, only to find that the cook, his stare a leer of lust and interest, was hunched in the shadows, at the door that must lead from his quarters into the kitchen, his eyes glued to me. I blushed in embarrassment, his presence galvanizing me, and I slipped out of a doorway into the center court and ran for the stairs in the far corner of the villa and then to my room. I closed the door firmly behind me and buried myself in the soft bedding. And, once again, I got very little sleep that night.

I wasn’t so much disturbed by what was going on in the house – my mind had worked that out early on, especially when no women surfaced in attendance. But I was partly disturbed that I was exposed to it and that I felt so isolated and unable to leave the situation. And I was mostly disturbed because of its effect on me. It was arousing. I had worked so hard to sublimate all of my inclinations in that direction. And here my body was fighting with me for control, wanting to succumb to the temptations. The only saving grace was that I didn’t seem to be a focal point of Klaus’s attention.

I sat up in the bed, adrenaline rushing from having admitted it. I knew that Klaus Gehler was the center of this taking. I admitted for the first time that the sounds of sex the other night had been coming from his bedroom – must have been coming from his bedroom. And, despite the shadows, I knew that the man in control of the sexual encounter tonight was Klaus Gehler. I just didn’t want to think of him that way – as a sexual predator. But, no, I had to admit that wasn’t quite right either. I increasingly was thinking of him in sexual terms. And as being desirable.

I buried my head under pillows and tried to steady my breath. I very definitely was deeper into a situation that I found disturbing and threatening than I wanted to be. I told myself I must fight it hard.

The next afternoon, Gehler told me that we would take a couple of hours respite from the dictation – that he planned to take a nap and perhaps, after a lunch in the breakfast room, alone because he was more sleepy than hungry, I might like to explore the park on the landward side of the villa. He said he thought I had not had time to walk those gardens yet, and he was correct in this assumption.

The park was more intricately landscaped than I had assumed at first. There were several hidden gardens, set off by dense foliage along the sides and at the corners, just inside the outer walls.

Once again I heard them before I saw them, and I should have just turned and gone back into the villa. But I didn’t. I was compelled to follow the sound. Gehler was sitting, naked, on a stone garden bench. Facing him, also naked, and suspended over his lap, was Miguel, the small, young Portuguese gardener. Gehler was holding Miguel’s left leg up high under his armpit, giving me a clear view of his cock pumping up into the young man’s ass. Miguel was transfixed. His eyes were closed, and he was fairly purring and moaning in pleasure as he moved his hips in rotation, providing much of the motion that moved Gehler’s thick cock up and down and from side to side inside his ass. Gehler’s body was magnificent. Powerful and well-muscled, his belly flat, barrel chested, with hard biceps and thighs.

The two were kissing deeply when I first caught sight of them, and then Miguel took his lips from Gehler’s and moved them down to Gehler’s left nipple. I gasped at first seeing that Gehler had a silver nipple ring in his right nipple. This was so incongruous with his elegant, distinguished persona that this, more than the sexual act they were performing, aroused me.

I gave a little cry, having no idea if they heard me – and if they did, it didn’t interrupt the rhythm of the fuck one iota, and fled back to my room. And, I’m ashamed to say, I lay, writhing on my bed, masturbating myself to climax, thinking of that nipple ring.

If the man tried anything like that with me, I would leave immediately, I told myself. I would swim away from the island if I could find no gate in the stone wall on the land side. I would not be used the way that Gehler had used both Miguel and Jolo. Yes, I admitted to myself. I knew in my mind that the small figure Klaus had fucked in the lounge on the earlier night had been the house boy, Jolo.

Another week passed by, and, although I heard Jolo being taken in Gehler’s room on occasion at night, Gehler had made no move to take me. I at first was relieved. Then as the week wore on, I wondered why. I was better looking, better formed than either Jolo or Miguel. I wondered why Gehler had made no move on me. What was wrong with me? It all seemed so peculiar, especially since, after working the incident in the garden over and over in my mind, I had come to the conclusion that Gehler had wanted me to see what I saw. He had suggested I take that stroll in the park; he had said he would be napping, which he obviously wasn’t doing.

And in the nights, especially on those nights I could clearly hear Gehler having his way with Jolo – or maybe Miguel – in the room adjacent, I found I couldn’t sleep – that I couldn’t calm down enough to sleep until I had exhausted my mind and my body. I took to masturbating to the sounds of the sex in the room adjacent. I had always masturbated to release sexual tension, of course. I just had not experienced sexual tension every night before now. And when my mind was drifting off – and even in my sleep – I conjured up the spectacle of Gehler fucking Miguel in the garden. And, oddly, I focused on that silver nipple ring, suggesting deeper, darker aspects to Gehler. Thoughts in this direction were disturbing. But increasingly they were arousing and compelling as well.

I found that during the day, as I was taking dictation from Gehler, I would look up at him. And I would see him undressed, fucking Miguel in the garden or Jolo in his bed or on the floor right where I was sitting. And I would go hard. Toward the end of the week, I was thinking of Gehler fucking me in the place of Miguel or Jolo. I resisted the image as long as I could, but slowly and surely I gave in to my arousal. And all of this paralleled the transition from fear that Gehler would make a move on me to questioning and experiencing rising confusion and ire that he had not.

I was thus in a state of high anxiety and arousal on the night that I found Gehler taking the Spanish seaman, Estaban.

Once again it was something that awakened me in the middle of the night. The cries were loud and they signaled pain – but they also were steeped in passion. And I knew enough Spanish to know that whoever was screaming out was begging for more.

The sounds were coming from the center courtyard side of the bedroom wing this time. I took up my shorts and pulled them up my legs and over my hips and padded out on bare feet, to the balcony across the hall above the courtyard. Light was streaming into the courtyard, and I was surprised to see that it was coming from the now-unshuttered windows into the courtyard from what had been the closed room on the ground floor of the east wing.

I moved silently down the stairs in a corner opposite to this room and then glided stealthily through the heavy foliage in the courtyard until I was positioned where I could look into the forbidden room. I nearly fainted at would I saw.

The room was a veritable SM chamber of sex, outfitted with more sexual bondage and torture equipment than I ever knew existed.

The Spaniard, Estaban, was suspended from a beam in the ceiling by restraints that stretched him out and barely enabled him to touch the floor on the balls of his feet. He was naked, glistening with sweat, his cock hard and bent up from his body in an arc. He was swaying and writhing under the hard, but not too hard, lashing a naked Klaus Gehler was giving him on his legs and torso and buttocks with a multithonged leather whip.

Gehler’s cock was hard as a rock too and was one of the longest and thickest ones I’d ever seen. And I felt my cock go immediately hard too at seeing that he had a thick Prince Albert ring pierced through the glans of his cock.

Estaban’s chest and arms and thighs and butt cheeks were covered with thin, red welts. And he was crying out for Gehler to fuck him. And I hadn’t been standing there in the shadows, trying not to let my shorts fall and stroke my cock, but not succeeding in the effort, when all of my defenses melted away. I shocked myself. I was totally confused and ashamed of myself when Gehler moved to behind Estaban and thrust his cock up inside Estaban’s ass and lifted Estaban’s thighs with his strong hands to give him deeper purchase and started pumping him hard. And I was confused and ashamed because I was wishing that it was me rather than Estaban who was being fucked by Gehler.

I turned eventually and fled back to the safety of my room again. And again, as I got to the corner staircase, I saw the bulky German cook, Gerhardt, standing in the shadow of the kitchen door and watching me. And he had a stubby but extraordinarily thick cock pulled out of his pajama bottoms and was stroking it.

Gehler carried on his by-day pretence for three more agonizing days. Letting me smolder in the imaging of him taking me, letting all of my defenses melt away into the desire to be writhing under him. In the daylight, he continued to be the distinguished, elegant, no-nonsense international financier of late middle age, seemingly focused on his business needs, me just any scribe, not better than any other. Only there to take his dictation and key his correspondence into the computer, print it up, and prepare it for dispatch the next time Estaban took the launch out.

I still felt trapped on the estate, and on the small island, accessible only by a motor launch controlled by Estaban, who was controlled by Klaus Gehler. But it wasn’t the physical entrapment that was tearing me apart. It was the sexual need that Gehler had aroused in me. Something that went far beyond Stefan’s attempts to break down my defenses. My defenses were long gone now. I ached for Gehler. I fantasized my taking by Gehler, and this fantasizing increased by day until it was all consuming.

Thus, I had no defense, no hesitation, no internal struggle on the night that I heard Gehler softly call my name from beyond the French doors of my room. I rose from the bed, naked, and went to the French doors. He was leaning back on the balcony rail, also naked, hard, magnificently ready for me. He extended his arm toward the open doors into his room, and I slowly padded through the door and over to his massive bed and, trembling almost uncontrollably, lay down on the bed, stretched out, my back to the French doors.

I felt him come down on the bed behind me, stretched full length behind me, close. I could feel his throbbing cock pressing at my back. I felt the coolness of the lubricant and jerked and let out a little cry of pain and surprise as he worked that inside my channel with thick fingers. He was kissing me in the hollow of my neck, and the fingers of his other hand were running through the hair on my head. He palmed my head and turned it to his face and opened my lips with his.

His tongue became more insistent, more possessive, searching deeper in my mouth. I wanted to escape him, but he held me fast. And then I felt his bulb at my entrance and he was pushing in. I wanted to scream in pain and invasion, and I began to struggle against him, but he was too strong for me. He wouldn’t give up possession of my mouth, and I was having trouble breathing. I writhed against him, arching my back. But now he had one hand under my chin, pulling my head back toward him, holding me in a locked embrace. His other hand was palming my belly, pulling my channel onto his cock.

The pain was intense, but so was the wanting and the pleasure and relief that it finally was happening. I could distinctly feel the silver cock ring rub against my channel walls as it dug inside me, and I was panting hard, even though he still had possession of my mouth and was making it difficult for me to breath. I never could imagine that a tongue could get that far into my mouth. Realizing that my writhing wasn’t helping, I widened my stance as much as possible, willing my channel to open to him. He was going to plow me regardless now. His long, thick cock continued to invade, to stretch me and move to new depths. Relentlessly.

I knew he was taking his time, waiting for me to adjust. Being as gentle as he could be. I’m sure he knew that this was my first time. I was so sure he would be sensitive to my needs.

But then his own lust and desire took over. He pulled his tongue out of my mouth, and turned me on my belly, without losing the several inches of purchase he’d gotten inside my canal. He pulled me up on my knees on the bed with that palm on my belly, crouched over my hips, and thrust hard inside me. I yowled and widened my thighs. He then fisted my hair and bowed my shoulders back toward his chest, and went into long, deep stroking into me, continuing doing so long after he had bottomed inside me, and long after my knees had gone out from under me and I had collapsed onto my belly. He was riding my hips hard and relentlessly. And I was making all of the sounds of full-throttled taking that I had heard coming from this room on my first night on the island.

I was whimpering and sobbing when he was done, and he just lifted me up and slung me over his shoulder and returned me to my bed to suffer throughout the rest of the night – and, incongruously, to long for his cock to be buried inside me again.

For three days and night, we maintained the pretense. During the day he was all business, but business with a friendly, fatherly smile. And he was attentive to my every need and solicitous of my opinions. He said nothing about the nights during the day, and neither did I. I said nothing because I was afraid he wouldn’t be there inside me in the night if I spoke of it in the day. And each night he visited my bedroom and fucked me, in a different position, but always with an intensity that took my breath away and left me begging for more.

On the fourth night, he lashed my wrists to rings in the headboard of my bed. And when he was finished with me, I was visited, first by Estaban, who fucked me hard, and then by the cook, Gerhardt, who fucked me even harder – no one coming to my aid at my howls of being taken like this.

The next afternoon, Gerhardt bent me over the kitchen table and fucked me again. And in the twilight, Estaban chased me down the pathway, reaching the launch as I did, and pushed me down on my back at the bottom of the boat, roughly forced my thighs apart and sank his knees and his cock between them. By now I didn’t care. I was wanton. I wanted the fuck, whether from Klaus or Gerhardt or Estaban, it didn’t matter. I wanted a strong dick moving inside me for as long as possible. I had shed the days when I had to pretend not to care, not to want to be fucking with a stud of a man. I wrapped my hand around Estaban’s cock, trembling at the feel of the veins popping out on it and helped guide it inside. And I purred and ran my hands along the new welts in his sinewy arms and into the curls of his chest hair while he kissed the insides of my channel with those ropy veins of his cock.

In the following days, I sought out first Jolo, in the laundry room, and then Miguel, in a flower bed, and I showed that I could fuck cries of passion out of a man too. Now, when Klaus or Estaban or Gerhardt left my bed at night, Jolo would creep into it and receive what I had so recently been given.

On the eighth night, Klaus introduced me to his room of toys on the ground floor of the east wing.

After he returned me to my bed, he came down behind me, entered me in a side split, kissed and tongued the thin, red welts on my shoulders, and gently stroked deep inside me. He put his lips close to my ear and said, ‘Stefan arrives tomorrow. He wants to know if you will let him fuck you now.’

I murmured a ‘Yes, of course,’ and moaned at the feel of the silver cock ring rubbing against my channel walls deep inside me, never wanting it to leave me.

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I am a happily married 38 year old man. Up unitl last year I had never even thought about another man in a sexual way. I love looking at girls and love seeing them in there nude state. We have a nudist beach in Cape Town called sandy bay. I went there one Friday afternoon without my wife knowing to perv at the naked girls on the beach.

It was quite and there wasn’t much going on but after walking for an hour or so on the beach in a semi aroused state I needed relief and I found a small enclosed rock area where I thought I could jerk off in private. I took my shorts off and closed my eyes as I started to pull myself off loving the feeling of standing naked in the open air with the soothing noise of the waves crashing around me jerking my self off.

I got a fright as I heard a noise and saw a man looking at me .Embarrassed I covered with my towel up but didn’t leave for some weird and wonderful reason.

He moved into the rock enclosure next to mine and although I could see him I sensed he was there. I was still rock hard with a throbbing penis that needed relief.

I hoping he would leave quickly so that I could finish what I started but then I noticed him step forward slightly just so I could see his legs and shorts.

He gently rubbed himself over his shorts and stepped back again into the rock enclosure out of view. I couldn’t believe it I was disgusted and excited all at the same time. I wanted to run away but for some crazy reason I didn’t. I just stood there waiting to see what would happen next. Maybe secretly I wanted to see more.

I didn’t have to wait long before he repeated his actions this time rubbing a little longer before retreating out of view again. I tried not to watch but I found myself staring at him rubbing himself his boner clearly protruding through of his shorts. Unbelievably I felt my cock twitching with excitement.

The next time he stepped forward almost unwittingly I stepped slightly forward to also stroke myself over my towel.

This went on back and forth a few more times until he stepped out of his enclosure and moved into mine. He stood was standing there in front of me. The excitement was overwhelming I felt that I should run but I couldn’t. My heart was beating at 1000 miles an hour. I was scared but amazingly horny to. He was big muscular and well built with a sporty firm body. Before I knew it the man leant forward and grabbed me through my towel on my dong giving two squeezes and then let go .He smiled almost mockingly as if he could sense id never done this before. He was like a cat ready to pounce on his prey. He said nothing and just stood there close to me with this funny smile on his face. The ball was now firmly in my court .A lot of me still wanted to turn and run but I didn’t and I found myself doing the same as he did to me through his shorts. He smiled at me as I had the courage not to let go. I was enjoying the feeling of his boner through his shorts as I started rubbing harder. He returned his hand to my towel and groped my now rock hard boner. I stopped caring desperate for sexual relief I pulled my towel off exposing my naked cock to his touch. He pulled his shorts off and was now but naked for me as he moved in for the kill.

He was huge much bigger than me with a beautiful circumcised cock. I moved to him taking him in my hand as he locked into me. We were now standing there in the open air locked into each other jerking each other off in frenzy. I loved his cock in my hand and loved the feeling of him jerking my huge rock hard hardon off. He kissed my neck and played with my nipples as he leant forward giving my bum repeated firm squeezes .I did the same back to my hot teacher. We were standing there is the open air where anybody could have been watching us really going at each other with a hungry lust. I felt his finger teasing my but whole it was warm and nice and I moaned as it tickled the entrance to my hole. He took this as an invitation and started to slide his finger further and further as he prized my hole open. I was done caring loving what this hunk was doing to me. I followed his lead and did the same back to him. We now fully locked into each other one hand on each others cocks wanking like mad the other fingering each others bum holes. H e leant forward and kissed my moving his tongue into my mouth. This sent me completely over the edge as I came all over his leg it was awesome. I wanted him to come and loved the feeling of watching him shoot his load as a continued to pull him off. He then just turned and left without saying another word.

At first I felt guilty and ashamed of what I done. After all I was a straight man. But in the coming days I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wanted more I knew it and nothing was going to stop me from getting it.

I haven’t been able to keep away since and in the last 6 months have been back 5 other times to the beach all ending in happy endings but those stories are for another time.

Hope you all enjoyed what is a perfectly true story.

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Moving into the new townhouse was a real joy, I finally had a new place all to my self. I was experiencing a new freedom, freedom from having to answer to someone else about my own home.

I had just had it when it comes to living in on someone else, like Daryl, even tho he was an absolute doll, built like a horse, and hung like one too.

Daryl and I didn’t seperate mad at each other, just decided to go our seperate ways, I knew he was not being true to our relationship and I got accustomed to that part, but I just wanted to live free. I just felt like if I wanted to bring someone else home for the night, I wanted to be free to do it without having to answer to someone else.

It had been about two months after I finally got approved for this beautiful townhouse, and I had gotten my furniture, and all my things delivered and put into their place, I was really just setting back and enjoying my own place, I had even bought a bottle of champagne to celebrate with.

I was washing some dirty glasses in the kitchen sink and noticed that the sink drain was not draining right, it would take an hour to drain my dishwater, I knew someting was not right.

I called the maintenance office for the townhouses and the manager, said, ‘I will send Dustin over this afternoon,’ I said, ‘Dustin?’

‘Yes thats the Plumber’s Son that we use, he’s a plumber too and we use him for the townhouses, he is very good at what he does, He will take care of you and get your pipes unclogged.’ I had no idea just how good he would be.

I was drinking a pepsi when the door bell rang. I got up, walked to the front door and there stood a gorgeous looking young man of about twenty three, or twenty four.

‘Mr.Gilbert?’ ‘yes, Im Tim Gilbert, actually just Tim.’

‘Hi I’m Dustin, the plumber, I understand you have a clogged pipe?’

‘Yes I do, come on in.’ I was just ogling him and I know I was slobbering and drooling all over myself like and Idiot. God this guy was awesome looking.

‘When Dustin first walked in he was wearing a pair of levi’s, no belt, just looked like a high school stud standing there with his white tee shirt with the sleeves missing and his tee shirt tucked into his levis. The outline of his chest muscles was awesome, and his washboard abs were fenominal, muscular arms, and well tanned. I just smiled and said, ‘God you should be a model not a plumber,’ ‘You think so?’ he asked.

‘Dustin, forgive me for being so bold, but damn man, your gorgeous.’ his faced blushed and said, ‘Why Thank you Tim, I appreciate that.’

‘By the way your pretty damn hot, I mean, nice looking too.’

My ears caught the word hot, I smiled at Dustin, and I was beginning to get a bold feeling inside my stomach, thinking that this might just end up being more that getting my townhouse’s pipes cleaned out.

I just smiled pleasantly and ask Dustin if he’d like a pepsi or some tea or something else to drink.

He asked for just a glass of Ice water and I fixed it.

After we set there for about twenty minutes and sorta stared at each other and spoke to each other with our eyes, that unspoken sexual language.

‘Were do we go from here?’ Dustin said, ‘Wha-Whad you say?’ ‘Wheres the pipe I need to fix?’

‘Oh! I guess its in the basemenet.’

Dustin followed me down the stairway, and I could feel his eyes almost like x-rays, piercing thru me, wondering, hoping, like a machine seeing thru me.

Finally we reached the bottom and he started pulling the washer out from the wall and getting to the drain pipe system.

I was watching his work as he checked where exactly where the drain problem was.

Finally after checking out all the drains in the basement he decided it was in the drain pipes under the sink in the kitchen.

I took everything out from under the sink and he got down on his knees and then he got up, went to his pickup truck and got his tool box.

He layed down on his back and started working under the sink and I sat in the chair beside him admiring his stomach muscles as he worked and undid the drain pipes. It was then that I noticed his package between his legs. WOW! it was really full, and my eyes caught the outline of his cock head, damn it looked big, and it wasn’t hard, but my mind was working on just how I could get it that way. I really wanted to feel it and maybe get a taste of it.

Dustin was laying half under the sink when He raised up his leg to get a better grip on the pipe he was trying to loosen and I noticed the complete outline of his cock, it must have been like six inches long soft. I wanted it more now than ever. And for some reason I knew it would be alright to touch it. As Dustin layed his leg back down and sorted grunted as he loosened a pipe, I knelt down on the floor next to him to hand him one of his wrenches, I happen to accidently (on purpose)let my hand fall against his cock, and I sorta give it a slight squeeze, Dustin didn’t move, I squeezed a little more and he spread his legs as if in a invitation to me to go at it.

I slid my hand along its length and felt it start to swell under my hand as I stroked its length, and it was thicking up very well.

‘Hey man, if you want let me get this finished and clean up a bit and we can finish this in your bedroom,’ and he looked up at me and smiled, and winked.

My heart felt like it would explode, man, what a find, Dustin was like a god laying there in front of me, and he and I would be getting it on in a little while.

I ran to make sure my bedroom was nice and clean looking and make sure my bed was an invitation to make Dustin feel welcome.

By the time he got the plumbing done, I was like a schoolboy with my first love on my first date getting ready to makeout.

Dustin said,’man I need to cleanup,’ I said, ‘You can take a shower if you want?’ He smiled and said,’O.K. only if you take one with me.’

I blushed and said, ‘Wow, I’l love to.’

Damn I was like a first time boy, getting my first piece of ass.

When I got to the bathroom Dustin was down to his briefs, they were low rise, He he made those low rise briefs look really good, they were white, and his nuts filled them to the brim, and that cock outline made me wilt with desire, My cock was about to split my trousers open.

I was down to my white briefs when Dustin got right behind me and wrapped his arms around me from the back, and started to kiss the back of my neck, I was about to axphixiate, his tongue was exploring my ear lobes and the hairline behind my head, god it was fantastic, I was a blithering fool as he worked me over with expertise.

My head was leaning back on his shoulder and I was gone into a zombie like state.

He walked me into the shower and started to kiss my lips and play with my nipples, God Dustin was an expert at the art of sexual intimacy with another man.

Dustin had me leaning against the shower stall wall while he sucked on my nipples and he had two fingers inside my mouth as I sucked his fingers and he took me to heaven.

I finally came to my senses and realized that I was in the shower with the most awesome man I had ever been with.

I had just opened my eyes, I notice he was starting to kneel down, water flowing over both of us and he started rubbing and licking on my nuts, I wanted to fly, I was flying inside, I hadn’t felt like this before in my life.

Dustin was stroking my extremely hard nicely cut cock. It was then I looked and watched as my seven and a half inch boner disappeared into Dustins mouth, I almost buckled as he started sucking my cock with a vengeance, I was out there somewhere, and I loved this feeling, it was not just the feeling in my cock about to explode, it was almost a spiritual feeling, way down deep inside.

Dustin stood up and I felt his eight and a half inch, beautifully cut, cock sticking in my crotch as he kissed me again.

Dustin leaned down and said very erotically in my ear, ‘Can I fuck you?’ ‘

I would love to have you in me,’ He smiled and said, ‘Tim I think I could fall in love with you really easy.’

We dried each other off and kissed all the way to the bed, As soon as I crawled into it, Dustin grabbed my body threw me on my back and lifted my legs up and dove into my ass cheeks, spread them apart and started eating it like it was a fine meal, God I like to flew out the window, it was fantastic, I felt his tongue go inside me and then felt it as he licked and sucked and made me go wild.

Dustin was a master and I was a willing servant.

I was groaning as he tongue fucked me with that awesome tongue of his, and then he knelt up to my body, and I saw a thin string of pre-cum oozing out of his gorgeous cock, I said,’Baby Fuck me, Make me yours completely.’ He leaned against me, and in one swift shove Impaled me with his tower of love, God I was in heaven, I could feel each inch as it slid into my cavern of love and I felt like a virgin on her wedding night. I had never before liked the feel of a big cock in me, but this was different, it was so fantastic.

Dustin knew how to fuck, and fuck he did, he took me places no one had ever taken me. I didn’t want to return to reality either.

Dustin had his elbows under my knees as he leaned over bent me double and was kissing me while he Fucked me crazy, he was slowly sticking that awesome cock to the hilt each and every time he sunk it into my body, I could feel that awesome head as it rubbed my prostate, god it was awesome. and I knew It wouldn’t be very long and I would blast off like ‘Old Faithful’

I was almost ready to cut loose and cum all over us when I saw Dustin’s face, it was getting red and he was huffing and moaning and saying, ‘Oh Fuck man, Oh yea, God your ass is fucking awesome.’ Ugmmmmmmmm and I felt his cock fireing off his load of mancream inside my body, I felt it flexing in my anal canal, and my cock started pumping cum onto my chest. I watched as Dustin started licking up my cum with his tongue and his cock still jerking in my asshole.

I was totally fulfilled for the first time in my life.

Now my thoughts turned to the fact that this may only be a one time thing, I didn’t want it to be.

Dustin smiled and layed there on top of me and he smiled as he looked into my eyes and said, ‘Tim, I would like to see you on a regular basis, if you want?’ I said ‘I was thinking you maybe wouldn’t want to do this anymore, but I want to be part of your life if you want?’

‘Man, I would love that, Would you go to dinner with me Friday night and start going steady with me?’

‘I would be my pleasure Dustin.’ He smiled a great pearly white toothed smiled and said, ‘Awesome man, Just Friggen Awesome.’

Dustin and I have been together as lovers for two years now and I wouldn’t trade Dustin for ten more good looking guys like him.

I must say the best day of my life was when Dustin came to clean my pipes and man did he ever, and he has kept my ‘Pipes’ cleaned ever since.

Life is good.

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Like I told you before, dudes, I moved into a small apartment about six months after my wife and I separated. We are going to couples’ counseling now and I see my two kids most weekends. I have tried to get back into my wife’s panties a few times since we split, but she will have none of it.

The goddamn marriage counselor has been feeding her some fuckin’ bullshit about how my constant sexual demands in the marriage are ‘an indicator of an unhealthy sexual compulsion’ and that we should abstain totally from ‘sexual relations’ while we live apart. Stupid fuckin’ bitch!

Now that I think about, I’m guessing that frigid bitch of a counselor is probably herself a closet lesbian who secretly wants to get into my wife’s panties herself. On what do I base this speculation? Dudes, the prim, bespectacled bitch sometimes can’t seem to keep her eyes off my wife, who, trust me, even after pumping out my two kids is still a stunner with a shapely body and big, beautiful tits. Fuck, dudes, I’m rockhard right now just thinking about getting my mouth back onto my wife’s beautiful tits and burying my tongue inside her juicy pussy.

Shit, the truth is real pussy is the best pussy. Faggots, however, can be the next best thing — at least once they have been properly trained. Good faggots understand that Real Men always ultimately prefer pussy. That’s what gives faggots the necessary psychological and emotional motivation to be trained and to submit to your demands, even if you need to get a little rough with them sometimes ‘for their own good.’ NEVER waste your time on a faggot who thinks you owe her something. NEVER waste your time on a faggot who seems to need you to tell her you love her. That’s the wrong road to go down, dudes. If a faggot wants to try to fall in love, she needs to find herself a fellow faggot, albeit one that pretends be a man and who will stroke her soft body with his strong hands and eat out her twat before climbing on top of her and pounding her to sweet heaven.

But you know what, dudes? Two fags will NEVER find true happiness. All girls — and, like I said before, fags are just another species of girl NEED to be handled by Real Men and, eventually, penetrated by the dicks of Real Man. Yeah, asshole, I know it’s politically incorrect to say it. But that don’t make it untrue, dudes. Hard dick of Real Men is what rules the world. All the rest is total bullshit. Scratch beneath any surface in society — any striving — any material or professional or social pursuit — and what will be revealed is the raw need to dominate or be dominated.

The Men are on top, dudes, and the bitches — of the faggot variety and the other — are underneath the Men, hungry and craving to be touched, controlled and used. That’s the FACTS, gentlemen. If you don’t like it, write your fuckin’ ‘congressperson.’

So, I’m guessing I can probably kill two birds with one stone in my counseling situation: If I can manage to fed my dick into that frigid bitch of a counselor, I can get her back batting for the right team again. Then, it will just be a matter of manipulating her into dispensing a bit of counseling ‘wisdom’ to my wife. Maybe on thoughtful reflection the counselor will conclude that abstention from sex during our separation is the EXACT OPPOSITE of the appropriate therapeutic approach. Instead, maximum indulgence should be tried. I will even feed the counselor bitch some made-up jargon for it. How about, ‘compulsion satiation’ — you know, dudes, we need to feed the addiction without limitation of any kind to see if the craving can be extinguished through thorough satisfaction? Yeah, and clinically we need to give this new approach PLENTY of time — how about, say, at least six months? Oh, yeah, nice, dudes! I’m gonna get that lesbian bitch to TELL my wife that she needs to submit to my EVERY sexual advance — whenever, however, whatever the fuck I want. SWEET, DUDES. After six months of this bullshit, maybe the counselor will finally need to inform my wife that, well, the new approach didn’t work, but it was worth a try. In the meantime, I will be getting as much pussy as I want.

Maybe by then my wife will have gotten into such a routine of putting out to me whenever and however I want, it will just become fuckin’ second nature to her.

OK, boys, I will report back to you on that plan. Right now, I want get back to telling you what happened with that young, submissive Portland faggot, Jase. I definitely enjoyed training and then tapping that tight, faux pussy. Yeah, dudes, submissive fag is a nice quality in the world break it, shape it, mold it, remake it exactly how you want. That’s the beauty of the sick faggot shit: girls in the shape of guys; submissive male-females just needing to be cracked open, shaped and used. Like bitin’

into a ripe but firm delicious-tasting PEACH, dudes. Or in the case of young, submissive Jase, like beatin’ a fuckin’ piece of faggot shit and then taking her sweet, oh-so-tight CHERRY.

Like I told you originally, I don’t usually go in for young, inexperienced faggot shit like Jason. The learning curve in training tender young meat like her is just too steep. When I was younger, I kinda liked the challenge of breakin’ in young ‘straight’ pussy boys. Part of it, I guess, was that I was angrier in those days and kinda liked gettin’ physical with those girls — you know, mixing it up a little with them to teach them who was on Top and in charge. I’m not proud of what I did to some of those girls, but I usually got the job done without doing much permanent damage.

Anyway, I guess I’ve matured a bit. I’m now willing to pick my ‘fruit’

very carefully and then exercise patience in letting it ripen exactly how and when I want it to.

Such was the case with Jase. I carefully hand-selected that

straight-looking fruit and he ripened nicely under my firm hand and strict guidance. I knew he was an admired and handsome young man is his own world — the kind of cocky eighteen year old athlete whose quick smile and easy charm allowed his constantly hard boner to stretch much more than its fair share of sweet, young pussy. Ironically, though, it was the very fact that this seemingly totally straight kid was constantly tapping new twat that provided a key clue to understanding him. Like the saying goes, dudes, YOU CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH OF WHAT YOU DO NOT TRULY WANT. Such was the case with Jase — the more pussy the boy tapped, the more frustrated he became. He would get drunk and repeat the cycle over and over again. He couldn’t understand why regularly satisfying his hard dick’s demands — whether with his spit-moistened fist or by inserting the stiff pole into some teenage girl’s inexperienced mouth or tight, juicy twat — never provided him with the psychological or emotional relief he seemed to need. Even his crazy, pussyhound athlete buddies always seemed to end up making some kind of emotional connection with some of the girls they fucked. Why couldn’t he?

Eventually, I would make Jase tell me in serious detail about all of the experiences that lead ‘him’ down the path to finally kneeling at my apartment doorstep on that long weekend when we first met in person.

Dudes, these queers always have had experiences that lead them to you. It is not unusual, though, for them not to themselves understand what these experiences mean. But like I say, queers always have had formative experiences on the road to you. To fully train a queer, you need to elicit these experiences and put them into emotional context. Otherwise, the queer cannot become fully oriented to what she was destined to be. Once she understands that everything that has happened to her has lead her down the path to her true destiny, she will become more settled and accepting of her purpose in life. For sure, reliving these experiences can be painful for her, but it is a necessary step in rearranging her mental and emotional landscape. As she breaks open emotionally, you are handed the raw material with which you can reshape her thinking, emotions and behavior to suit your demands and whims. Your twisted desires then become inextricably intertwined with her own sense of identity and purpose. If she ever sought to stop pleasing you, it would be like she herself ceased to exist. Are you following me here, dudes?

When submissive Jase fucked twat he always liked to be on top of the girl (or taking her pussy from behind). He liked to see the expression on these girls’ faces when, after eating out their pussies, he began pushing his young, rigid tool inside them. There was something about the strange mixture of pleasure and pain on their contorted faces that made him extremely horny. He would fuck them hard, involuntarily pushing tears of pain and joy from their eyes. Jase didn’t understand what it was about penetrating these girls and fucking them roughly and fully that made him so crazy with frenzied need. What was it in the back of his mind that could never seem to get release, even as his rigid dick pulsed deeply and urgently inside these girls, filling the tightly stretched latex with his load of warm cum. What was he feeling as he roughly fucked these girls?

Envy, dudes. Envy.

It’s always fun to try to trace a faggot’s tendencies back to her earliest experiences. The further back you can go, the surer your grip will be on her psyche. Don’t worry, though, dudes. You don’t need to get back to the faggot’s infancy, though her tendencies were surely present even then, in inchoate form. Usually mining one or two good experiences from the queer’s adolescence will yield sufficient psychological and emotional material for you to work with.

A key experience for submissive Jase occurred when he was younger. A very handsome and outwardly confident boy, he was a skilled baseball player in school and a patrol leader in his scout troop. That summer, Jase’s troop was on a camping trip and he was sharing a tent with his best bud, Mike. He and Mike had been friends since elementary school. Mike was always playing pranks on Jason. The pranks were occasionally mean-spirited or humiliating for Jason, but mostly they were just the usual kind of bullshit teenage boys pull. Jason never retaliated. While both guys were handsome and athletic and equally popular with the girls even then, Jason had always been a superior student and athlete. Jason felt this made up for any difference in how cruel Mike could occasionally be to him. He figured Mike was just a little jealous of his superior academic and athletic prowess.

Inspired by a camp rope-tying class, Mike got Jim, an older camper buddy of his, to agree to play a practical joke on Jason early the next morning.

Summer camp was very hot during the day and only got down to the 70s at night. The boys had gone on a grueling 10-mile hike and when they hit their sleeping bags that night, they were totally exhausted. While some of the boys took a shower before going to bed, Jason was too tired and decided to shower first thing in the morning. Because of the heat, it was common for the boys to sleep in minimal clothing and with their sleeping bags zipped fully open. As usual, that night Jason had gone to sleep wearing only his white boxers in his open mummy sleeping bag.

As the sun slowly started to come up the next morning, Jim quietly entered Jason and Mike’s tent holding three cut pieces of rope from their class the day before. Mike smiled silently at Jim as he took two of the rope lengths from Jim’s hand. Over the next several minutes, the two boys very carefully and quietly tied up the deeply sleeping young Jason. Mike tied Jason’s wrists together behind his back while Jim did the same to his ankles.

Jason began to awake groggily just as Mike finished using the third length of rope to connect Jason’s tied wrists together with his tied ankles, effectively hog-tying the boy. Mike and Jim stood silently beside Jason’s open sleeping bag as the teenage boy struggled to pull himself into consciousness following the prior-day’s exhausting hike. Half-awake, he tried to gain control of his limps, but found he could not move them at all. In his mental haze, he thought that he was somehow paralyzed. Then, he realized could feel his arms and legs, but just couldn’t move them. As his leanly muscular body struggled in his open sleeping bag, he was startled by the sudden sound of laughter behind him in the tent. He tied to roll over onto his back to see what the fuck was going on, but initially couldn’t manage it. After a few attempts, though, he was successful in painfully rolling over onto his tied arms.

As he looked up in the early morning light of the tent he saw Mike and Jim standing over him, laughing their fucking teenaged heads off at his predicament. A moment later, though, both boys stopped laughing suddenly when their gaze traveled to Jason’s crotch. Jason lifted his head painfully to look down at his crotch. There he saw his teenage dick eagerly poking through the opening in his white boxers, throbbing and pointing toward the ceiling of the tent. Shit, he often woke up with a piss-hardon. Sometimes he even needed to beat out a quick load in his bathroom before the fucking thing would be willing to go down enough for him to empty his bladder. This, though, was fucking humiliating. He struggled desperately to free his hands from behind his back so he could cover up his rigid pole. Mike and Jim learned their knot-tying well the day before, however, and Jason could not get his hands free. Finally, in desperation, he rocked himself painfully onto his side, turned away from the two staring boys.

‘Oh, shit, man. Did you see that?’ Jason could hear Jim’s voice behind him, but could not see him. Jim’s voice had a tone of disgust and it seemed to reverberate off the walls of the tent before penetrating Jason’s brain like a dagger. ‘The freak got hard from being tied up. That’s fuckin’ twisted, dude. I’m outta here. I’ll see you at breakfast. You should find yourself a tent-mate who isn’t such a twisted freak, man.’

Jason heard walking headed to the front of the tent and then heard the flaps of the tent open and close. The inside of the tent was now totally silent, except for the frightened pounding of Jason’s heart in his ears.

Like prey being eyed by a predator, Jason could sense Mike’s gaze on his bound body. Jason remained perfectly still, secretly hoping that somehow his humiliation would be lifted. He knew he could not free himself. Maybe Mike would simply untie him and two of them would just laugh it all off as another one of Mike’s cruel pranks. Was that possible?

After a minute that seemed to last a lifetime, Jason heard Mike kneel down beside his sleeping bag. He quickly heard the zipper on the mummy bag being pulled. As the sound reached his head, a hand roughly shoved his head down onto the bottom of the bag. The zipper continued its journey over his head and, a moment later, the sound suddenly stopped. Again there was complete silence in the tent except for the panicked beating of Jason’s heart in his own ears. The bag had been completely sealed with Jason’s bound body trapped inside.

Jason heard Mike walking to the front of the tent and then he was gone.

Now Jason was totally alone, bound and imprisoned inside his own sleeping bag. A down mummy bag can be zipped completely closed to help retain a camper’s body heat in very cold weather. It includes a two-sided zipper, so that it can be opened from the inside or outside. If his hands had been free, Jason could simply have unzipped the mummy bag from the inside. He struggled a bit, but realized it was impossible for him to free himself.

The bag quickly became hot and Jason felt sweat begin to break out on his forehead. His forehead and armpits began to sweat. Jason was soon overwhelmed by the terrible stench of his own stale sweat from the long, dirty hike the day before. He felt suffocated in the hot, tight bag.

Jason found himself praying that Mike would come back in and release him.

A renewed feeling of desperation entered him as he heard the excited voices of scouts pass his tent on their way to the camp’s dining area. Jason began again to struggle at the ropes that bound him. He finally stopped struggling once and for all, and lay perfectly still in his nylon and down prison. Sweat pouring from his forehead and armpits, his panic and desperation were now replaced by crying. He began weeping openly into his sealed-shut sleeping bag, helplessly whimpering like an injured animal.

‘Jason, are you in there? Mike said you needed my help with something.’

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Im a very nice looking Mr. Average American male, I have 3.5 kids.(the .5 is one in the oven). I have a beautiful wife and a really great family, whom I love very much, and it has never been my intention to ever do anything that would harm, or bring reproach on them at all.

We lived in an average looking suburban neighborhood, in a Three bedroom home. Boys playing baseball, the daughter taking piano and dance, just your average family.

Now we lived next door to this one man, Brett, and his wife Sandra. Sandra is really a hot, good looking wonderful woman, the perfect mother. Brett couldn’t have done any better, she was awesome.

But so is my wife, she was the epitome of a wife, every thing she did was just what a married man could want, but I was beginning to think back to things that had happened back when I was a young strapping, constantly horny young lad.

God man, I know I had a hardon twenty two hours out of every day, and I jerked off at least three times a day. Sometimes with a buddy, and sometimes with guys at the park bathroom that I didn’t know, and of course by my self too.

I had even gotten into getting my cock sucked by a few guys at the park bathrooms. I must say there was nothing I liked better than having my cock drained by some dude that knew how to suck cock. I knew from first hand experience that a female could not suck cock with the passion and dedication of a guy.

Now here I was married, three kids, and one on the way and I was getting that old familiar feeling back. I wanted to feel some hot guys mouth on my cock again. It was not that I didn’t love to have sex with Lisa, it was she didn’t like to suck cock.

One afternoon Brett’s wife Sandra called the house and ask me to come over and help Brett do some work on his car. She and Lisa were going to a Mall to do some shopping that afternoon, Brett had about as much mechanical ablility as a hunting dog. I don’t honestly think he knew the difference between a screwdriver and a wrench.

I went over and started working with Brett, now Brett was working out in his garage working on his Mustang, in just his cut of blue jean shorts and they were very short cut and very tight too, I got to view just how good looking his ass was in those shorts, but I knew I could not even suggest to him any desire that I had for his body or maybe getting it on with him, I knew that It might ruin not only our friendship but also my marriage.

Brett turned around and I almost went weak in my legs, his chest was awesome looking covered with black hair, his chest muscles were sculpted like a statue, his leg muscles looked like he might have been a track runner or something, Brett was fucking gorgeous. Now I realized that this was getting harder for me, and so was my cock too.

Brett turned around and smiled and I just went ga-ga over his looks. I was almost stammering over his looks as I tried to speak.

‘Hey Ken, hows it going?’

‘just checking to see if I could give you a hand.’

‘Man, thanks I’m going to need one I think.’

He was standing there shirtless, and just in his summer sandles, and his cutoffs.

He looked down his body and how he was dressed and he said, ‘Man, I’m hot looking don’t you agree, and he started giggling.’ I just smiled and said,’Oh yeah sure,’ not really wanting Brett to know just what I really felt like, I could feelin my desire level rising and so was my cock, but when I leaned over and looked into the motor compartment on Bretts car, he was rebuilding a motor on a 1965 Mustang. But he really didn’t know squat about it.

He was leaning over fenders, looking under the hood and he reached around with a wrench and started to say something to me and busted me right square in the nuts with the wrench, OMG! I almost pissed my pants, I gasp for breath and buckled onto the garage floor, and all the jerk could do was laugh at me in my misery and I was in misery too.

After he got his composure He said, ‘Hey man, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.’

‘I’m glad to know that, I wouldn’t want to think your such a masochistic dipshit, that you would wrap your best buddy in the balls with a wrench just for fun.’

He was still sorta snickering. Then he said something that I didn’t expect, ‘Hey man, I read if you rub them gently it will help you with that pain.’ I said, ‘O.K. man, then you rub them for me,’

Brett’s looks changed to one of being serious and said,’hey Ken, I have no problem with that.’

I had just been joking about it but Brett knelt down besides me,rolled me over on my back and undid my pants, he reached inside my trousers and slid his hand down under my balls and started massaging them. I Almost fainted, I had just been joking. I said, ‘Man, you don’t have to do that.’

He said,’no man, I want to.’ then he smiled an almost devilish smile. He massaged, and rubbed my nuts and made them feel really good, acutally it was beginning to feel damn good, truthfully my cock started to respond and he was just smiling at me as I know he felt my cock inflating, and as it swelled to full length, Brett started making sure his hand was rubbing on the head of my cock as he massaged my nuts.

Brett just looked at me and smiled and said, ‘Hey Ken, it feels like you have an area of quite a bit of swelling down there too. I said, ‘oh hell yeah man,’ ‘maybe you should rub that part too?’

I just said, as I began to breathe heavier and harder, yeah, maybe that would make it feel better, I was biting my lower lip as he massaged my hard cock, I said, fuck man thats feels so damn good, Brett, I had my eyes closed as he began to get into a really good rythm, and I felt something different on my cock as he stroked, and rubbed it. He had taken it out of my briefs and was licking the pre-cum off the tip.

God I was about to explode, I never had any Idea that Brett would like to do something like this, I thought he was the absolute ‘straight husband guy.’

I was going kinda bonkers as he licked the tip of my cock, but at this point I guess that Brett was a little worried about what I might think, He stopped and said,’Ken, I can stop anytime if this isn’t alright with you.’

‘Aw God no man, don’t stop now.’

As soon as I had finished that statement, he took my cock to the hilt, all seven inches and I felt his nose touch my pubic hair. It was the best feeling thing I had felt in a very long time.

Brett had evidently done this before. because he never touched my cock with his teeth, he knew how to suck perfectly, I was so close to the end, I just started lightly going into the climax mode, I began saying ‘awe shit, awe shit, Brett, I’m gonna blow any second now, Damn man, I cant’ hold back, Oh shittttttt’ and it was over, Brett was sucking and swallowing and almost gagging as I unloaded into his throat and mouth.

He held my throbbing cock, as it finished jerking and shooting. It slowly slid out of his mouth.

The next thing I heard from Brett was a long line of appologies, ‘Oh God man, I’m so sorry for doing that, please forgive me, that was so terrible,’ I just looked into his eyes and said,’Shut the fuck up Brett, God man, I thought it was fucking fantastic, Why are you so sorry, I’m not.’

‘Really man, you aren’t upset?’

‘Upset, Upset, you just gave me the most awesome blowjob of my life and I’m suppose to be upset.’

‘Fuck Brett, I’m just wondering when we can do this again sometimes, minus the de-nutting that I felt before of coursed, that part was not good.’

Brett just started laughing and said, ‘yeah, I guess it wouldn’t be.’

I walked over to Brett and reached down and started rubbing his crotch and he was still about three quarters hard, I undid his cutoffs and let them fall to the floor and god his cock was awesome, Brett had at least eight inches and it was beautifully cut and so straight and thick, I knelt down and took his cock to the hair as Brett gasped for air and I starte to give the love back. It took Brett about ten minutes and Brett was giving me my reward, and I swallowed every drop of his mancream as his gorgeous cock pumped my mouth full.

Brett layed his head back and said, ‘Ken, I haven’t felt a suck job like that since I was in high school, Thanks man, I’m sure glad you like it as much as I do.’

We finally got back to work just in time for the girls to return from their shopping trip to the Mall.

Oh yeah were both still happily married, and still totally wrapped up in our families, but we now have a closeness that very intimate friends have and Brett and I do things together like never before, and That includes, everything.

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I wish he would go away so that I could sit here and wank over a porn mag. I am so horny! I need someone to suck my cock, play with my tits and fuck me to oblivion!

It was a hot morning in mid-summer, and I guess what I was experiencing was what all boys my age went through at this time of year, in this weather. My Dad’s footsteps sounded along the hallway again, and once again I had to stuff the magazine under my pillow and bring my hand up above the bedclothes. He appeared in the open doorway.

‘Are you ever going to get up?’

‘Well you’re not exactly UP yourself,’ I grinned at him as he stood there in only loose fitting boxers.

Since my Mom had left us, this house had really become a man’s domain. The dress-code indoors for both of us was underwear for walking around the house, buck-naked for the journey to and from the shower, and I assumed we both slept naked too.

‘Where were you thinking of going dressed like that?’

‘I thought I’d go get the groceries,’ my Dad responded. ‘That would really give people something to talk about!’

‘Or put them off their food!’

‘Why you…!’

He took a leap from the door and landed on the bed on his hands and knees, astride my naked body, now partially exposed by the bed clothes being shifted with his horsing around. My parents had been really young when they had me. My Dad had just turned eighteen and so we were pretty close in age, considering, and had sort of grown up together. We were best buddies, rather than parent and child.

His face was right in front of mine as he laughed, ‘you lazy little shit!’

He sat back on my thighs, pinning me under the bed-sheets. I suddenly realised something had caught his eye to the right of my head.

‘What’s this?’ He reached forward. ‘My son reading his first fuck-mag!’ Then he was silent. I guess he was expecting pictures of women with huge tits, legs wide open, exposing all they had to offer. What he was looking at were pictures of young men with beefy pecs, exposed assholes and stiff cocks.

The silence was terrifying. I lay there paralysed and stared up into his face trying to work out his reaction. Oddly, all his attention was on the magazine. He started to leaf through the pages, taking everything in. Eventually he seemed to have seen all he needed to, and he finally met my frightened gaze. Only then did he realise just how scared I was.

‘Hey, hey. Don’t look like that. I’m not about to beat you. I’m not the first father to find out his son is gay. I assume that is what this is telling me?’

My mouth was dry and I had difficulty answering, so initially I nodded. ‘Y-yes…’ I finally found the power of speech.

I don’t know why, but I started to cry. Immediately my Dad pulled me to him in a hug and the bedclothes feel to my waist.

‘Hey! It’s OK. You’re my beautiful son, why wouldn’t it be OK.’ He hugged me close to his naked torso, rocking me slowly. Then he pulled away slightly and looked into my watery eyes. Very gently, he wiped away my tears from my cheeks. He leant forward and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and sighed. He kissed me again – one eyelid after another. I started to relax. It was like being a little boy again. He stroked down my back, making me feel loved and warm. Still holding me to him, he got off me and shifted so that he was lying back against the pillows. He pulled me to him, exposing my nakedness completely, and I rested my face against his muscular chest, lightly dusted with blond hairs, with his erect nipple an inch from my lips. He mussed my hair, kissed my head again, and stroked his hand down my back to my ass, where he rested it.

‘I know you might not think it right now, but I’m glad this has happened.’ He patted my ass. ‘I treasure the opportunity of being this close to my son. You will never know how much I love you. There is nothing you could do that would change that. I’m constantly concerned as to whether I have been a good father to you. It hasn’t been easy since your Mom left. I’ve tried to get the right balance of discipline and love. I hope I’ve done OK. If you’re the evidence, then I’d like to think I’ve done a good job.’

I lifted my head to look into his eyes, grazing my lips on his nipple as I did so. Now there were tears in both our eyes. I didn’t know what words to use to tell him how much I loved him. We just stared deeply into each others eyes. Without any conscious movement, my Dad brought his face towards mine, while I stretched my body to come closer to him. Our lips met and we kissed. It was perfectly natural and I don’t think either of us thought anything of it.

My naked body was now draped all down one side of Dad’s body. My cock pressed into his boxer-clad hip, my arm hugged him around his wonderful strong torso, and he held me tight to him, with his big hand grasping my bare buttock. We lay like this for quite a while, revelling in the warmth, the closeness and the love.

‘Are you OK now?’ my Dad asked.

‘Yeah.’

He got up from the bed and held his hand out to me to help me to stand up beside him. He hugged me again.

‘Now get in the shower and I’ll make you a coffee.’ He smacked my ass as he turned and walked to the kitchen.

A little later I wandered into the kitchen to be greeted with the smell of freshly made coffee. As was our custom I was naked and still drying my hair with a towel. I perched on a stool and sipped the hot drink he had made me. He stood across the room from me, looking me up and down and smiling.

‘Do you feel ready to talk some more?’ he asked. I nodded. And so began a long talk about how I had come to know that I was gay. It was honest and deep. ‘Do you have a boyfriend?’

‘No .’

‘Have you had one in the past?’

‘No.’

‘Are you telling me you’re a virgin?’

‘Yes.’ I felt stupidly ashamed.

‘But my guess is that you’re more than ready to get out there and start experimenting.’

This made me laugh. How great is my Dad?! He laughed back.

‘I think I brought you up well enough to be careful with your own safety,’ Dad said. ‘You will be sensible won’t you? I mean, I can just about remember what it’s like to be driven crazy by a build-up of testosterone.’

‘You’re not so old. With a body like yours you could get any woman you want,’ I said.

He shifted his gaze from me and for a second his smile dropped. Then he was back, ‘Well fortunately for you you’re built the same way. I wonder if all those gay guys are prepared for what you have on offer. Now go get dressed, I need help fixing the fence.’

I smiled warmly at him and made to leave. ‘Hey! Don’t forget your towel,’ he said as he cracked it on my ass and then threw it at me. I laughed and went back to my room.

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We worked hard that day, grubbing out old fence posts and replacing them with new. Both of us dressed in only denim cut-offs, the sweat was plentiful. Every so often I would stop and admire my Dad. He was so beautiful. People looking at us could easily be mistaken and take us to be brothers: blond; tanned; with muscles in all the right places.

Finally, we were done and we both stepped back to admire our efforts. My Dad put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him.

‘Will you look at that? We make a great team,’ he said, playfully smacking me on my pecs with his other hand.

‘Yeah right! I carried you!’

‘What? Why you cheeking bastard!’ he exclaimed, and tweaked me hard on the nipple. I yelped and ran back to the house. He chased after me and caught me, pulling me to the ground.

‘You need to learn how to honour your father!’ he laughed as we rolled around on the ground. The result of the wrestling was that he won – not fairly. He grabbed hold of my ear and dragged me into the house.

He kept going, through the kitchen, passed my bedroom into his room and ultimately into his bathroom. Me squealing all the way and him laughing.

Dragging me into the shower he said, ‘Now it’s time to wash my dirty boy!’ And he turned on the water, soaking us both as we stood there in our cut-offs.

The water stopped us both from struggling, but not from laughing and we ended in a bear-hug, with the water gushing down around us. Like a re-enactment of earlier that day, he pulled back and looked happily into my eyes, then once again dropped his face to mine and kissed me tenderly on the lips. ‘I love you son.’

He crouched down in front of me and started to undo the top button of my shorts. He struggled slightly – they were tight, and tighter still being wet. Succeeding with the first button, the others came apart more easily as he ripped open my fly. The movement helped tug the shorts over the obstacle of my bubble butt and they fell down to my ankles. As I stepped out of them my Dad whistled. I realised he was gaping at my cock and balls.

‘You know? I think you may be even bigger than me, and you’re only eighteen!’

‘And I haven’t stopped growing yet!’ I laughed and waved my cock in his face slapping him across the mouth.

He made to answer, only I was still waving my cock and I gasped as it flopped into his open mouth. I made to pull back, but before I knew it my Dad had closed his mouth around me and had placed both his hands on my butt, pulling me into him. The sensation was incredible. Warmth and wetness enveloped me, rapidly followed by suction, drawing my cock into his orifice even further. I moaned involuntarily, only to be reciprocated with a long moan from my Dad, which sent vibrations up my cock and into my balls. So many thoughts were running through my head. My Dad had his mouth wrapped round my penis! What was happening?!

Again I tried to pull away, only this just made my Dad increase his sucking and grasp my butt even more firmly. It seemed he was determined to give his son head. The feeling was so fantastic, there was nothing I could do but to give in. My head was swimming and my body shaking. I could hear my Dad choking above the noise of the water. My cock was now rock hard and I guess he was finding it tough to swallow the whole thing as he had started out. He changed tactics and through his hands on my buttocks made it clear that he wanted me to fuck his face. We pulled apart, but only as far as leaving the head still caught between his lips, then he pushed me back into him, playing his tongue around me. I screamed in ecstasy.

‘Dad! I can’t help it, I’m going to shoot!…Quick, let go! I’m going to come!…Dad! I’m going to come in your mouth!’ I shouted. ‘Dad!…’

But then it was too late. My body buckled and I fell forward, clutching at my Dad’s head to hold me up. My whole body shook in violent convulsions as I shot load after load into his massaging throat. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. ‘Oa-a-argh!’

Gradually the moment subsided. Still giving the odd involuntary jerk, I started to relax. My Dad was still firmly attached to my cock. He continued to suckle at it, draining every last drop. Finally he released me. The action caused my legs to give way. My Dad quickly stood up and caught me before I fell. Once again we found ourselves in a hug, only this time I was helpless to contribute. He leant me up against the tiled wall and, holding me with one hand, he removed his shorts with the other. Then he started to wash me. He lathered me across my chest, concentrating on my pecs and nipples. Then in turn he lifted each of my arms and washed my pits, tickling me slightly, breaking my exhaustion as I giggled. He soaped down my arms and then reached around me rubbing my back, coming back to rub across my abs.

‘Are you OK to stand?’ he said.

I nodded. So he crouched down in front of me again and, starting with my thigh, he soaped down my right leg, picking up my foot and slipping his fingers between each of my toes – repeating the experience on my left leg. Replenishing his hands with more shower gel he looked up into my face, smiling slightly, but I would say if his expression spoke of anything, it was love. He reached up and started to lather my cock and balls, lovingly caressing them, slipping his hands around my head and sliding through behind my balls, between my legs towards my asshole.

Maintaining contact with me, he slid his hands up to my hips and turned me to face the wall. I reached up and rested my head against my arms, leaning against the cool tiles. Then I felt him start to soap my butt cheeks. Massaging them, he slid his fingers down into my ass-crack and drew circles around my hole. He even briefly slid the tip of his finger just inside the opening, which made me shiver, realising that what we had just shared was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to gay sex. There was obviously so much more for me to explore.

Slowly he stood up behind me. Sliding his body up mine, maintaining contact all the way, ending in a hug from behind.

‘How do you feel?’ He broke my thoughts, whispering in my ear.

‘Wonderful’ I smiled. ‘Here,’ I said, and turned, moving him under the jet of water. Then I started to wash him. I tried, but I doubt I made as good a job of it as he had for me. I followed his technique, ending with his mid-section. I lathered his big cock and played with his balls – so in love with my Dad. He moaned loudly as I massaged his cock. It wasn’t hard, but thick and rubbery. As I turned him to work on his ass, I let it swipe across my face, loving how it felt. As I played with his asshole he arched his back and pushed his butt towards me, moaning some more. I finished by guiding him back under the cascading water, and just before rising, having rinsed his cock, I kissed the head tenderly and said ‘Thank you.’

We stepped out of the shower and lovingly dried each other off with two big fluffy towels, both of us lingering over intimate places, softly stroking chests, butt cheeks, cocks – worshipping each others beauty. Finally we ended with my Dad pulling me into a hug wrapping us both up in the same warm towel. He lifted my face with his hand under my chin and kissed me lightly on the nose.

‘Come!’ Dropping the towel, he led me by the hand out of the bathroom and into the adjoining bedroom. He walked us to the bed and pulled me down onto the cool sheets with him, enveloping me in a hug and there we fell into a deep sleep, our bodies wrapped around each other.

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The sun was setting through the windows of my Dad’s bedroom as I stirred. I found myself wrapped around his relaxed body, peaceful in his slow and regular breathing. I took my index finger and stroked his lips, smiling as his face frowned in his sleep. I traced my finger down his neck to his chest and tickled each of his nipples. One by one they came to erection. It was all I could do not to kiss them, but I didn’t want to wake him. I continued to trace my finger down across his abs, fascinated by the way his six-pack contracted as I tickled him. My journey took me to his pubes. It was then I realised how neat he kept them – like me. Why hadn’t I noticed that before? I abandoned my finger in favour of my whole hand as I stoked it over his cock and balls. I loved the way it felt – silky-smooth, velvety-soft.

I thought back to earlier that afternoon. My Dad had sucked my cock and swallowed my cum! Convention said that I should feel bad about that, but, try as I might, I couldn’t find any part of me that believed what we had done was wrong. He loved me, and couldn’t have expressed it in a better way. What a day it had been? I had told my Dad I was gay. He had talked me through it to ensure he knew I was making the right decision with my life – that I had thought everything through. We had spent the whole day together and ended up in each others arms.

My hand-strokes on Dad’s cock and balls was starting to have an effect. His cock was noticeably thicker and longer. I wrapped my hands around it and lightly squeezed it as it came to hardness. Slowly I disentangled myself from him and sat up. I looked into his face as he continued to sleep, then turned in the opposite direction. His cock was now fully erect. I reached forward and kissed the head, realising it was now leaking pre-cum. I licked my lips. The taste was wonderful – sweet and inviting. I could hear my Dad moaning, but he still appeared to be asleep. I kissed it again, and then I opened wide and took my Dad’s prick into my mouth. Wow! It was amazing. It was like his cock and my mouth were made for each other – a perfect fit. It tasted wonderful, and seemed natural to suck and swallow. It was big – wide and long – but I seemed to be able to just consume it, sliding it into my throat. The first I knew that my Dad might be rousing from his slumber was when I felt his cock twitch in my mouth, and then a gentle thrust from his hips.

‘A-a-argh!’ He was sliding his cock in and out of me, twisting and moaning. Next his hands were on the back of my head, not pushing but caressing and encouraging. His thrusts built in intensity and I sucked harder to prepare for the inevitable. When it came, when he came, at first I thought I was going to drown. Now he was holding my head. He couldn’t help himself. His whole body was in convulsion. I swallowed, but it kept coming. I thought I liked the taste at first, and then I wasn’t sure, and then I stopped caring, losing myself in the moment. His cum had filled my mouth and was now dribbling down my chin. My eyes were watering, I struggled to breathe and I began to wonder if he was ever going to stop. But he did and I stayed with him until it was over, sucking the last drops out of him, feeling him lose some of his rigidity, and finally I let him go.

I turned and looked back at his face. His eyes were closed and he looked exhausted. I stayed looking and eventually he opened his eyes and it was like he was looking into my soul. He reached out and stroked the side of my face with his hand. I turned my face and kissed it.

‘I wanted to give you something back,’ I said.

‘Did you ever.’

He opened his arms to me and I moved into another hug.

Suddenly he said, ‘I feel like I’ve betrayed you.’

‘How can you say that?’ I said.

‘Haven’t you worked it out yet? I’m gay!’ He choked on his words and sobbed.

I crawled up his body so I was looking into his face. ‘You could never betray me.’

‘But I should have had the courage to tell you. Why do you think your mother left us? It was all my fault. She found out and couldn’t live with it. She wanted to take you with her, but didn’t feel she could support you. She said she would come back and get you when she had settled, but it took her longer than she thought. By the time she was in a position to care for you, she could see that to take you away from me would do you more harm than good. Fortunately by then she was thinking more reasonably than she had when she left us. I tried to persuade her to come back. I said we could find a way of becoming a family unit, but she didn’t agree. Eventually we agreed to part for one final time. It broke her heart to leave you and I know that you see each other regularly, but I don’t believe she’s ever told you all the detail behind why I ended bringing you up.’

He was now openly crying. Now it was my turn to comfort him. ‘It’s OK. It’s all OK. You both did what you thought was right at the time. You did a fantastic job as parents. I see plenty of Mom. We have a great relationship. Actually I have something to say if we’re making confessions. She already knows. You know…about me being gay. I told her a couple of months back. She said I should tell you, but I never seemed to find the moment, or the right words. I mean, how does a son tell his Dad something like that? To me you were the archetypal straight guy. Go figure…my Dad’s queer!’

This made him laugh, through the sobs. I pulled him to me and cradled his head. And I thought I had seen all this day had to throw at us! I continued to hold him and it seemed to calm him. Soon he brought his arms around me and we were holding each other. He was quiet now. I felt him nuzzling into my naked chest. Then I felt it. He licked my nipple. Then he licked it some more. Now he was sucking it, nibbling it, driving me wild. I never knew my nipples were so sensitive and horny. I stopped hugging him and started to caress him. He changed nipples, and now I was squirming.

‘Oh God! Dad what are you doing to me?’

He pushed me back on the pillows and started to use his amazing mouth to progress down my body. Inevitably he came to my now rock hard cock. He took it into his mouth and I was transported back to our shower together. My Dad was one hell of a cocksucker!

Suddenly he stopped and looked up at me from between my legs. ‘I wanted to be the first one. When I found out you were a virgin, I wanted to be your first.’

‘I kind of guessed as much,’ I smiled. ‘And you were amazing. But that’s not all there is to it, is it? The magazines make it pretty damn clear that there’s more than a blow job to gay sex.’ I raised an eyebrow and gave him a cheeky grin.

‘Do you think you’re ready for the next step?’

‘The next step? Hell, I want to go the whole way, and I want to go the whole way with you.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Dad, will you just suck my fucking cock?!’

He laughed, and stuffed the whole of my cock to the back of his throat in one move. I screamed and laughed and groaned all at once.

‘So, you want the works do you?’ He’d come up for air. ‘I wonder if you really know what you’re in for. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Daddy knows best!’

He started licking my cock like a popsicle, slurping along the entire length of it. It started to dance around like it had a life of its own. He was getting me so excited. Then he changed tactics. He started licking my balls. Then one by one he took them into his mouth, slobbering over them. Saliva was now running down below my balls in the direction of my asshole, and still he kept going. Now he was licking the area between my balls and my hole, my knees lifted and my legs spread wide. I was going out of my mind. I couldn’t help myself, I kept lifting my ass off the bed. I knew where I wanted him to go next, but I also knew he was in charge.

Finally he hooked his hands in behind my knees and pushed my thighs back, lifting my ass up to meet his mouth. I felt his hot wet tongue swipe across my cheeks. As soon as he moved on, the air caught the wet skin and the coolness made me shiver with excitement.

‘Please Dad! Do it! Ple-e-ase!!’

I knew what he was going to do. And then it happened. He stroked his tongue over my soft, puckered, virgin hole. Again I screamed. ‘Oh yeah Daddy! Take me!’

He licked me some more, slobbering over my asshole. Then I really discovered what it was all about. The tip of his tongue was now working into my hole, tickling me at first and then he started to drive it in. He was fucking me with his tongue! ‘Aaaargh! Yeah!!’ I couldn’t believe there could be anything this good. I was crying. Tears rolling down my cheeks, I was so lost in the ecstasy.

I could feel my asshole contracting and relaxing, like I was sucking Dad’s tongue into me. I could feel the bristles on his beard scratching my ass cheeks as he buried his face.

He pushed my ass higher so now he was kneeling behind me as he ravished my ass. Then he started to slow down, teasing me so I wiggled and squirmed, wanting more. Each time he removed his tongue I could feel the air rushing into my gaping hole.

‘Ple-e-ease Daddy! Please put it back in me!’ I cried.

He swiped his tongue across me one last time and allowed my ass to drop back closer to the bed. He looked along my body, all my muscles twitching and rippling, my whole body was alive. ‘No magazine’s ever going to make you experience what a man can give you son, just you remember that. Now, are you ready for the big one?’

I was panting with anticipation and desire. He was keeping my hole open by fingering me, teasing the soft inner walls of my ass. Every so often he went deep and touched something that for a brief second blew my mind, before pulling out again and releasing me from my torment.

‘Y-y-y-esss! Do it! Fuck me! I need you to f-u-uck m-m-meee!’

Now I could feel it. A soft, spongy, hot and insistent cock was pushing at my hole.

‘It’s going to hurt. I promise to take it slow. Tell me if you need me to stop.’

‘Just do it!’ I yelled.

With that he thrust forward and the head of his cock punctured through my wet and sloppy hole. The pain was out of this world and I gasped, unable to even make a sound. But he stopped there, holding himself in place so I got used to his girth. When he felt me relax he eased in a bit more, again stopping to let me acclimatise to the invasion. Slowly, thrust by thrust my Dad buried his prick deep in my arse until I could feel his pelvis grinding against my ass cheeks.

‘You’ve got it all son. Now do you want to fuck?’ he asked.

‘Go for it Dad. My ass is yours!’

He drew his cock back and I could feel my ass closing behind him. But he only went so far and then he slid back in, opening me back up again. As he did so, I could feel his cock glide across that spot that he had been touching with his finger and that’s when the pain started to translate into pleasure. An exquisite pleasure that took over my whole being.

My Dad was really starting to pump me now. We were both sweating buckets as he rammed his cock into my ass. Every so often he would pull out so just the head of his prick was in me and then he would move me, spinning me on his cock into a new position. On my back, on my side, on my belly, kneeling on all fours, sitting on top of him riding him like a bucking broncho. He even picked me up at one point and stood up while holding me, bouncing me on his rod. I thought my head would explode. Then he lay me back on the bed and bent me double, with my legs pushed back over my head. He lay above me like he was about to do 50 press-ups and started to drill into me like some pile-driver.

I was shouting at him repeating back to him in the rhythm he was dictating, ‘Fuck me Dad-dee! Fu-uck me now!’

I knew we were both close. His movements were more intense and purposeful. My cock was jerking around in front of my face fit to burst and the slit was gaping, ready to release the climax of my life.

‘Argh! Argh! Argh!’ The rhythm continued. And then it happened. My Dad buried his cock into my hole further than he had ever ventured so far and held it there.

‘Aaaaaaargh!’ he bellowed. It felt like someone was blasting my insides with hot lava. At the same time my untouched cock exploded over my face. I opened my mouth and tasted my own cum for the first time, hot and salty. As I plastered my face, so my Dad started to calm. When we had both started to breath again he lowered my ass, but kept his cock inside me, slowly sliding in and out of me, like he was allowing me time to cool down. Eventually he slowly slid his cock out for the last time and I felt his cum running out of my hole. He bent down to me and licked what was seeping out of me, bathing me and soothing my sore hole. The job done he knelt up, stroking my legs. Now it was my turn to hold my arms out to him and pull him into a hug. He stretched over me and brought his face down to kiss me on the mouth. A strong searching kiss, opening my mouth with his tongue and soon I was reciprocating. Slowly, we stopped and once again we feel into each others arms and slept a deep and blissful sleep.

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Many will read this and disapprove. I would dispute their views. My father is a wonderful parent. He shows me all the love any parent could – probably more than most. He is always there for me. As I start to venture out into the gay community, he is always waiting there for me when I return, eager to hear of my adventures, advising me with caution, caring for me when hurt and always loving me. Who could ask for more?

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