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  • Innocent and Dirty

    Paulino:

    I adore my pocket diary because it contains only the names and phone numbers of the most attractive boys that anyone could dream of and who I have remarkably enjoyed.

    I like boys who are able of satisfying my most extreme fantasies.

    I don’t ever make it with anybody twice. At least I try it that way.

    I like fresh flesh very much.

    I like inexperienced boys who inside themselves keep a sea of concerns that somehow I can resolve.

    But there’s one who sticks out among those boys, all having different skins, from tender and sensual to sadistic and Machiavellian looks and, among many boys having thick penises some of them and some with long penises, almost all of them with asses excessively agreeable for my expectations; among so many boys with a variety of fantasies and ways of understanding sex.

    One who is special…Emanuel.

    I was 18 years old when we ran into each other while he was arguing on the mobile phone with his girlfriend. His eyes flashed under his eyebrows with a mysterious and sensual appearance.

    His body was beautiful and strong, a challenging dick and his testicles seemed like those of a bull that made him to look very attractive.

    But what I liked the most about Emanuel was his magnetism. I would say that he had an animal magnetism.

    His manners of walking, being, moving and feeling were very masculine and he absorbed me completely.

    The truth is that I had seen him walking through the streets before, talking to him; he really impressed me and I got so desperate to have sex with him.

    That evening we went to my apartment since my mother traveled to one of her sister’s birthday.

    Emanuel’s look dominated my body, it got me confused and it turned me on wishing for a happy sex evening.

    Suddenly we wanted to experience everything.

    His hands searched for me with strength and I also gave the same response that he started to feel satisfied about.

    We licked each other inch by inch, until finding and consuming the most hidden sensations.

    We continued licking each other, we went crazy and we felt full of pleasure as well as wet and vertiginous.

    Emanuel invited me to a surprising frenzy made up by emotions.

    I felt an uncontrollable impulse, growing once and again.

    His buttocks were outlined and delightful, his dick was mouthwatering and my mouth could touch them full of passion.

    That way, my tongue was like a party of sensations all over him.

    Our penises enjoyed in our bodies’ holes without holding back.

    We burst into a million passions.

    We were intense and repeated fury and domination in many ways.

    Without knowing it, we perceived how something exciting was growing in the middle of the game.

    Our dicks were stiff like stakes.

    Rolling over each other, full of anxieties and forbidden caresses.

    Our dicks touching each other ignited us, made us search deeper.

    Our dicks got extended in our brutally sucking mouths.

    Our dicks struggled bluntly inside our yearning asses.

    We were terrified and we felt that we were going to other extremes, more outrageous, less vivid and those extremes made us to more than what we were before.

    Due to strange and indefinite reasons, we were both anchored in strength meant to seal to the feeling of ecstasy and paradise.

    Emanuel awakened in me a new unrepeatable manner of interpreting male sex.

    We were pure vertigo; innocent and dirty arriving to the most fierce satisfaction.

    Emanuel was convincing as a wild blacksmith, like a little devil who was riding on my back until breaking my ass in an unforgettable abuse that tore me and at the same time it was glorious.

    There was a special moment when he merrily fucked me in my mouth, where he poured Champaign over it, meant to use my twinkling tongue to motivate an ecstasy in his stiff dick.

    I did the same thing… I got in and out of him without resting, like being angry, like wanting to swallow him all; going deep inside him each time my hungry dick fucked him.

    His ass was a delightful heaven, impossible of leaving it for a second.

    Emanuel drank my semen as it happened to be the most exquisite liquor on earth, and I drank his convinced that I was swallowing him up to keep him in my memory.

    Months have gone by and I couldn’t forget his face depicting a very young and sexual fierce horse.

    I really adore my pocket diary.

    Each day has a new name, smelling like semen and it has its own adventure.

    And on one of its pages, the special reference about Emanuel.


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  • Harry

    It had been several weeks since Harry’s encounter with Seymour and the men of Kappa Chi. At first the experience had humbled him. He was different. Much more subdued with less bravado. It was as if someone had let all the wind out of his sail. But as the weeks passed by his old arrogance can back with a vengeance. It was almost as if he were over compensating for the humiliation and ridicule Seymour and all his loser friends put him through.

    He would grow flush with embarrassment every time he remembered the way they made him parade around in his sheer white nylon French cut panties and put on a ‘fashion show’ for them. He could still hear Seymour’s nasal voice whining, ‘Now shake that plump ass for my brothers.’ He could still feel their massive tools slipping down his throat and taste their warm salty loads. He could still feel Seymour’s massive tool pounding into his tight pucker. And as he dwelt on these thoughts he no longer felt submissive. He now felt rage. He had to remind them that he was the one in charge and they were worthless.

    So, as time passed by Harry began to unleash his anger on the guys of Kappa Chi once more in some twisted attempt to undo what they had put him through. This did not go unnoticed by Seymour. The only reason Harry had even submitted to the humiliation in the first place was to get back the video and pictures that Seymour and his friends had on him in his revealing little panties.

    Seymour promised to give him back all the footage they had shot on him using a hidden cam they had placed in his room. But what Harry didn’t know was that Seymour had shot new footage that night in the Frat house. As Harry sucked off every brother at Kappa Chi and took it up the ass from Seymour the whole encounter was caught on video and based on Harry’s attitude Seymour felt it was time to use this footage to get Harry back in line and remind him that he was no longer the man in charge.

    **********************************************************

    Harry was sound asleep in bed next to Jenny. The alarm clock radio went off blaring some One Hit Wonders signature song for the 80’s. Jenny rolled over to see the big red numbers state that it was 7:00. Why did she ever schedule an 8 AM class on a Monday. Harry had the right idea his first class wasn’t until 11:00.

    She switched off the clock and looked over at Harry who was still fast asleep. He had stopped by her room last night after a quick workout at the campus gym. He hadn’t planned on spending the night but one thing led to another and pretty soon his gym clothes were in a pile on the floor and they were going at it like animals.

    Jenny dragged herself out of bed and plopped down in front of her computer screen to check her e mails, as she did every morning. She logged in and found that she only had one today and it was from Seymour Manning. ‘That’s odd.’, she said to herself. She knew Seymour but only very casually. She might see him on campus and smile or say a quick hello but that was it. They never really had even had a full fledged conversation. The subject line read I THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW. This got the better of Jenny’s curiosity so she clicked on the email to open it.

    There was no message in the body of the email just what appeared to be a video link so she clicked on it. She was in no way prepared for the sight that greeted her. The video had no sound but the image was enough. It was Harry. He was wearing some sheer underpants. No panties. Harry was wearing panties. They were French cut and see thru and he was parading around for a bunch of people in hooded robes. Now his back was facing the camera and he was shaking his big full bottom. It swayed from side to side looking as it would break free from the scant under garment but it never did.

    Jenny continued to watch as the image changed to one of Harry on his knees sucking a massive dick. Jenny felt herself go numb as Harry crawled over to yet another cock and began taking the massive organ down his throat. Next Harry was on all fours taking another cock up his ass. It was Seymour. Harry was being fucked by Seymour Manning as the rest of the guys of Kappa Chi watched!!!!!

    Seymour had done an excellent job of editing the video. Such an excellent job that anyone watch would have thought that Harry was a 100% willing participant. There was no audio to catch Harry’s pleas of ‘Do I have to do this?’ or ‘Please don’t make me suck his dick.’ And the video was spliced just so that Harry’s pleading looks were never seen. So, from Jenny’s perspective Harry was in his glory being used as a cum dump.

    Shock turned to anger which turned to rage. In a split second Jenny was out of the chair and in the bed on top of Harry. Her petite fist wailing away on him scream,’You fucking faggot!!!’

    Harry awake dazed and confused. He put his hands up to block the blows. Grabbing both Jenny’s wrists he rolled on top of her pinning her to the bed. She looked up at him and screamed, ‘QUEER!!!’ Then she spit in his face.

    Harry’s head began to spin. What was she talking about? What did she know. He had gotten all the pictures back from Seymour and he was always discrete when he chose to hook up with a guy so what could she know. He decided to play dumb, which wasn’t hard for Harry. ‘What are you talkin’ about, Jenny?’

    ‘I saw the video!’

    Shocked harry released his grip on her wrists and said,’Video? What video?’

    ‘As if you didn’t know!’, snapped Jenny as she pushed Harry off her and jumped to her feet. She stomped over to her computer and clicked play on the media player. The image of Harry in his French cut panties filled the screen. Harry watched in amazement at what he saw. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was him in the video and he knew that he had been black mailed into participating but he had to admit that if he didn’t know better it would have looked like he was a willing participant.

    ‘Jenny, you have to let me explain. It’s not how it looks.’

    ‘So, your not sucking dick and taking it up the ass!!!?’

    Harry blushed, ‘Yes, but I was black mailed into it. You gotta believe me.’

    ‘Right!’

    ‘It’s true, Jenny. Honest.’

    With that Jenny walked over to where Harry sat on the bed and slapped him hard across the face. ‘Get the fuck out!!!! I never wanna see you again you fucking faggot!!!’

    Jenny picked up Harry’s workout clothes and threw them at him. ‘OUT!’, she wailed.

    Harry stood the sheet falling to the floor revealing his naked muscular form. ‘Please, Jenny.’

    Jenny scooped up Harry’s clothes and threw them into the hallway as she held the door open and screamed ,’I said get OUT!!!!!!’

    By this time a crowd of young women had gathered in the hall to see what all the commotion was. Harry knew it was no use talking to Jenny right now so he relented. He went walking out into the hall completely naked, his 8.5′ flaccid penis flopping freely before all the girls in Jenny’s dorm. He bent down to gather up all his clothes which were scattered down the hall. The girls snickered and laughed seeing the 6′ tall muscular Adonis reduced to a broken little boy. Harry heard them talking about him like a piece of meat, judging his body. Talking about the size of his cut cock. Hearing them discuss the size and shape of his ass. One girl said it was too big while another claimed to like em big.

    Harry slipped his jock strap on over his muscular thighs, then his T-shirt and running shorts and finally his socks and sneakers. As he dressed his rage grew. Seymour had double crossed him and for that he would pay. Harry bolted from the building to a round of cat calls and whistles from all the girls in the hall. As he departed he said, ‘Seymour your ass is mine!’

    One of the girls, Mindy, broke free from the crowd and made her way down to Jenny’s room. She knocked on the door softly. From inside she could her Jenny crying so without invitation she pushed the door slowly open and found Jenny on the bed crying. Jenny looked up and saw her best friend Mindy standing there.

    ‘What did that man do now?’, she asked. ‘I always told you he was no good.’ This was true Mindy was always bad mouthing Harry since the day she met him. She found him to be arrogant and way too cocky for his own good, Which was also true.

    Through her tears Jenny shared the whole story with Mindy and even showed her the video. For once Mindy was silent. She didn’t know what to say to her friend. She finally found the words,’Gay? Well, that explains his overly macho attitude. He was obviously trying to overcompensate for his homosexual desires.’

    Jenny rolled her eyes. Mindy was a psych major and was always analyzing everyone.

    ‘Well, I guess that explains the comment he made as he left here.’, said Mindy.

    ‘What comment?’

    ‘Something about wanting Seymour’s ass.’, said Mindy completely confusing what Harry had said and what he had meant.

    ‘You mean I just broke up with him and he’s gonna go fuck a guy!?’, wailed Jenny.

    ‘Men are pigs, honey.’

    Jenny jumped to her feet. ‘Get Dressed, Mindy. We’re gonna follow him so I can give him a piece of my mind. If he’s looking for Seymour I bet he is headed for The Kappa Chi Fraternity house.

    ******************************************************

    Harry ran across campus. His anger building. Seymour had double crossed him and he was gonna pay big. Harry ran up the steps of the Kappa Chi frat house. He began banging on the door like a wild man. The door was opened by Lester, one of the brothers. Harry pushed the door in causing Lester to fall back and land on the floor when he did his blue cotton robe came open an and flopped his fat flaccid 10′ dick. As soon as Harry saw it his mind flashed to the night he had been forced to suck it along with the rest of the men of Kappa Chi and his rage grew strong.

    He grabbed Lester by his rob and pulled him to his feet yelling, ‘Okay, loser where is he? Where’s Seymour!!?’

    Before Lester could respond Harry heard Seymour’s nasal voice from behind,’I’m right here, Harry. What can I do for you?’ Harry turned to see Seymour coming down the stares in a white terry cloth bath robe. Harry released Lester and made his way for Seymour.

    ‘You fucking nerd. You double crossed me!!! I could fuckin’ kill you!!!!?

    Seymour was cool, ‘Temper, temper, Harry. How did I double cross you?’

    ‘You said you would return all the pics and video you had on me and you didn’t! Then you sent that video to Jenny! She fuckin’ dumped my, loser!!! And your gonna pay!!’

    Seymour responded,’Harry, I told you I would give you all the video and pictures that we had on you from your room at your frat house. And I did give you all of that. The video I sent Jenny was taken here and was never part of the bargain.’

    Harry had to admit that this was true. ‘But you never told me you were filming more footage, asshole!’

    ‘Well knowing you the way I do I knew we needed some insurance. I had a feeling that once you had everything you might go back to your old obnoxious self. And you did. It seems the only concept you understand is punishment and reward. You have been treating us very shabbily again so I felt you needed punished to bring you back into submission.’

    ‘You fuckin’ loser! I won’t submit to you!’

    ‘But, you have.’, sneered Seymour. ‘Would you like to see the video?’

    Harry lunged at Seymour grabbing him by his robe, ‘I oughta take your head off right now.’

    Calmly Seymour said, ‘Then I would be forced to post the video on line for all your brothers to see. For that matter the whole world could view the big football hero taking it up the ass by, what was it you called me? Ah, yes, a nerd.’

    By this time the whole house had gathered at the base of the stairs to see what all the commotion was about. Seymour’s eleven brothers were in various states of dress and undress as they were getting ready for class. Some were fully dressed. Others were in pajamas, the old cotton kind with matching button down top that nobody wore anymore. Some in bath robes. A couple in briefs, tighty whites that were pulled up way too high past the navel. And one brother had a towel wrapped around his waist.

    Harry got close to Seymour, his hot breath beating down on the young man’s face and hissed, ‘Fuck you Seymour.’

    ‘Interesting concept, Harry. Only it is we who will be fucking you.’

    ‘No fuckin’ way are you and your loser friend gonna fuck me.’

    ‘I did before, Harry.’

    There was a round of laughs from the brothers. Seymour spoke again, ‘Do you remember when I spoke of punishment and reward? Well it is time for your punishment. Now drop your pants and get on all fours.’

    Harry pushed Seymour, ‘Like hell!’

    ‘Fine then today I post the video. What you need to understand and accept is that we own you now. You are our bitch.’

    Harry looked around at the group of scrawny men around him. How did this happen? How did he lose the power. And how did they gain it. Here he was once more being dominated by them. At the same time something strange was happening to Harry. Something he didn’t care to admit to himself the last time he was here but it was true all the same. For some unknown reason as much as he hated these losers and hated being dominated and even humiliated by them there was a part of him that got off on it. He could feel his cock stiffening in his jock at the thought of having to take all their huge cocks up his ass. Harry was confused and conflicted between anger, humiliation and arousal. He couldn’t let them know that there was a part of him that enjoyed their twisted game.

    ‘I’m no ones bitch, loser!’

    ‘Fine then by 3:00 today your video will be all over the web. Unless you drop trowel and submit.’

    Harry knew he had no choice. He had lost Jenny already he couldn’t lose anything else. Plus there was a part of him that wanted this. As much as he hated it he knew he needed it. With hatred in his eyes Harry pulled his T-shirt over his head and yanked down his short. Clad in just his jock Harry stepped from his shorts, his cock was semi erect as he said,’Let’s get this over with.’

    Harry’s semi hard cock did not go unnoticed by the brothers who got a good laugh over it. ‘Looks like he wants it bad.’, comment Wally, one of the brothers. Harry shot him a mean look as he covered the pouch of his jock with both hands. This got another laugh.

    ‘On all fours!’, ordered Seymour.

    Slowly Harry turned and got down aiming his ass skyward like a bitch in heat. So conflicted by what he was feeling. The last time he had been in this situation he refused to admit to himself how much he had been turned on at being dominated by this group of losers but now again in this situation he could lie to himself no more. He wanted this. But, he would never let them know that.

    All the brothers began to gather in the living room where Harry was down on all fours. To his brothers Seymour said, ‘Strip men. Today we all get a crack at his bum.’

    ‘Bum’, thought Harry. Who says bum? What a nerd. But Harry felt his heart skip a beat. As much as he hated these nerds part of him wanted to feel their fat pulsating cocks in his tight jock hole. Next Seymour instructed his brothers to line up behind Harry so they could each get a turn.

    Wilmore was first. He got behind Harry and took aim at his pucker. ‘His bottom is too big. Can someone come over here and spread his cheeks so I can find his hole.’

    Wally and Lester got on either side of Harry. Each grabbed one of his over inflated cheeks and spread them wide exposing his pink tightness to Wilmore. Harry blushed with shame. Wilmore’s cock head made contact with Harry’s hole. It was at this point that Harry realized not only were they gonna fuck him bare but also dry.

    ‘Please.’, said Harry. ‘At least use some lube.’

    I thought you were such a tough guy.’, snapped Seymour. ‘What you can’t take a little pain?’

    Through clenched teeth Harry snarled, ‘I can take whatever you losers can dish out.’

    With that Wilmore forcefully rammed his rock hard dong deep inside Harry. Harry pitched forward but Wilmore grabbed his muscular thighs and pulled him back in. ‘FUUUUUUCCKKKK!!!!!!!’, screamed harry in obvious pain. Wilmore didn’t budge. He just held Harry in place.

    ‘Take it out! Please!!’, begged Harry. ‘It’s too fuckin’ big to take all at once.’

    ‘Tough.’, snapped Seymour. ‘Fuck him Wilmore.’

    Wilmore began to pump in and out of Harry. With each thrust Harry screamed out in pain. This was the most degrading thing that had ever happened to him. Here he was the big college jock being made to take it up the ass by the biggest group of wimps and losers ion campus. He hated them and at the same time his dick grew harder at this new level of humiliation. Wilmore continued to pump Harry’s over plump ass and though it still hurt there was also a new feeling. One of pleasure taking over Harry.

    From the archway leading from the hallway into the living room came a loud cry followed by,’I knew you were a fucking queer!!!!’ Every man in the room turned in the direction of the voice. It was Jenny with Mindy at her side. When Harry had barged in he had left the door open and she and Mindy were able to just come walking in.

    Still on all fours with Wilmore inside him Harry said,’Jenny, It’s not what it looks like.’

    ‘Funny cause it looks like your the fraternity bitch.’, retorted Jenny.

    Harry’s face was glowing red with shame. It was bad enough that Jenny had seen the video but for her to see him like this in person. To have her see him with a cock up his ass screaming out in pain and pleasure was more than he could take. But still his cock didn’t go down. Oddly enough it got harder. The head of Harry’s own fat prick was now popping out the waistband of his jock.

    Jenny and Mindy made their way into the room. Then Jenny said, ‘You like dick so much Harry fine.’ Then to Seymour and the rest of the frat she said,’Fuck him, while we watch.’ And she and Mindy plopped themselves down on the sofa.

    ‘Nooooo!’, pleaded Harry.

    Jenny looked at Wilmore and said. ‘Fuck him. Fuck him hard like the bitch he is.’

    The whole frat laughed. Harry flushed red. Wilmore began to pick up speed. Harry yelled out at the sudden quick thrusting. Wilmore let out a yalp of sorts as he exploded in Harry’s ass. He pulled his still hard cock from Harry and slapped it on the deflated jocks plump booty. His cum was dripping from Harry’s hole. Harry closed his eyes he couldn’t even look at anyone he was some beyond embarrassed. But his cock continued to throb.

    Before he even had a chance to realize Wilmore’s cock was out of him Wally was behind Harry shoving his own huge piece inside him. Wally was just as big but Wilmore had loosened Harry’s tight ass hole and his cum acted as a sort of lube so it didn’t hurt as bad. But Harry still yelled out as Wally invaded him.

    ‘Take it Harry. That’s what you like isn’t it?’, said Jenny.

    ‘No.’, replied Harry.

    ‘We might believe that if your cock was hard, Harry.’, giggled Mindy.

    Then Jenny pointed to two of the brothers Harry didn’t know. ‘You two get in front of him. Since he likes dick so much both of you feed him yours.’

    Again Harry shouted, ‘No. Jenny please don’t do this.’

    Jenny shot him a look of contempt as she said, ‘Suck them Harry. You know you want to.’

    And it was true he did want to. As much as he hated what was happening to him there was an odd unexplored part of Harry that was getting off on this whole twisted scene. But, once again Harry vowed that that would be his secret.

    Wally thrust into Harry hard. Harry let out a yell and as his mouth opened wide both men who were now standing before Harry shoved their fat schlongs in his mouth. They were massive and barely fit in but that didn’t stop the two geeks from forcing them in. Harry thought his jaw would come unhinged.

    Wally’s smooth hands were all over Harry’s meaty manly ass cheeks as he slammed into him. The two geeks in front of Harry continued to molest his mouth, their large nuts bouncing off his chin. Drool was running down Harry’s face and his eyes were beginning to water. One of these cocks would be hard to suck but both at the same time was almost impossible. He was having trouble breathing.

    Jenny was barking orders left and right. She was furious with harry and was enjoying humiliating him for what he had done to her. Seymour couldn’t be happier with how things were shaping up. He gladly stood back and let Jenny lead things.

    Jenny got up from her seat on the sofa and knelt down beside Harry. Her face just inches from his as she said, ‘You are nothing but a filthy cock sucker.’

    At hearing these words Harry felt his cock twitch. Why was he getting off on this. It was a nightmare. He hated it. Yet still here he was hard and throbbing. Out of the corner of his eye with both cocks still down his throat Harry looked at Jenny and tried to shake his head no.

    Wally let out a gasp as his own hot seed spilled into Harry’s sloppy cunt. As Wally pulled out Jenny reached back and slapped Harry hard on his left buttock. ‘That’s a good whore’

    Jenny stood and said, ‘Time to switch positions.’ She instructed Harry to lay on this back and pull his cock out of the side of his jock. She then told another brother Dustin to fuck Harry. She instructed Harry to stroke himself. And she told Seymour to sit on Harry’s face and force feed him his ass.

    Jenny had such an air of authority that no one dared say no. Seymour squatted over Harry’s face. His ass cheeks spreading exposing his hole. His huge cock and low hanging nuts rested on Harry’s chin as he ground his ass hole in the helpless jocks face. ‘Lick my hole!’, ordered Seymour.

    Dustin began ramming into Harry. He could feel the cum of the brothers who came before him causing his over sized endowment to glide easy. Harry stuck out his tongue and began licking around Seymour’s brown button. Seymour moaned and push his ass deeper into Harry’s face. Harry’s tongue slide easily into Seymour as he licked his ass from the inside.

    ‘Stroke that jock cock for us, Harry.’, ordered Jenny.

    Harry was completely humiliated and completely aroused as he began stroking his own engorged schlong. Dustin continued to ram his rigid cock into the football studs fat tight ass. Seymour was moaning loudly and rubbing his ass crack along Harry’s face as Harry lapped at his hole like a cheap slut beating his own fat meat mindlessly. Jenny, Mindy and the other brothers just watched.

    Soon Dustin shoot a wad of his own juices deep inside Harry. Once Dustin pulled out Jenny ordered Harry over the arm of the sofa so Dilbert could fuck him. Next he was fucked on the pool table. Followed by on top of the coffee table. Next he was made to ride several cocks as he himself was forced to impale himself on the large fuck sticks. Jenny order Harry all over the room and instructed him to take every dick imaginable in every position imaginable while he eat ass or sucked cock.

    Hours passed as Harry was belittled by Jenny, Mindy and the brothers of Kappa Chi. Finally it was Seymours turn with Harry. Seymour wanted him on his back. Once again Harry laid down on the floor with his legs above his head. His fat cock was still hanging from the side of his jock and still rock hard. Harry couldn’t believe the humiliation he was being made to endure. But, more than that he couldn’t believe how much he was getting of on it. He hated these losers but some how this felt right. And that made him hate them more.

    As Seymour entered Harry’s sloppy well used hole Jenny ordered the other brothers to form a circle around them and jack off. That way when each brother dropped his load he would cum all over Harry.

    Harry’s ass was numb by this point but the rubbing on his prostate still felt good and against his will his cock stayed hard. Seymour would thrust in and the pull out fast. And then just as Harry was getting used to not having a cock in him Seymour would drive himself the whole way into Harry causing the deflated jock to scream out. The brothers would laugh out loud every time Seymour got Harry to scream out.

    Then one by one Seymour’s eleven frat brothers began to cum. Each warm sticky load landing somewhere on Harry’s well muscled body. One load hit his chest. Another his left thigh. Another landed in his hair. While another stream draped his face just missing his eye but landing in his open mouth.

    Seymour had gotten a good rhythm going and as he slammed into Harry he said,’Never forget you belong to Kappa Chi now. Your are our bitch.’

    The humiliation was so great Harry had to look away as another load of cum landed on him. Then another. Finally all the brothers had gotten off again. Harry was coated in their juices and looked like a glazed donut. With one big thrust Seymour pushed into Harry one final time as he explode inside the well spent jock. The last thrust was all Harry could take as he too erupted in a geyser of cum. His own sticky substances mingling with the cum of the other brothers. As he came Harry let out a scream of erotic release.

    Seymour pulled his fat prick from Harry’s dripping ass hole. Jenny and Mindy got up from their seats and came over to where Harry lay. Jenny looked down at Harry with disgust and said, ‘And you said you didn’t like you. You make me sick. We’re through!’ She then spit in his face and with that she and Mindy stormed out of the frat. Harry heard both women laugh at him as they left. He was beyond degraded.

    Seymour threw Harry’s clothes at him and said in his nasal voice, ‘Now get out. We are done with you for now. And remember you are Kappa Chi’s bitch now. So treat us with respect. You never know if this encounter has been filmed. And if it has you wouldn’t want your brothers to see it would you?’

    Harry just stared open mouthed at Seymour. No words would come to him. Defeated Harry stood and slipped into his clothes quickly. Not even bothering to wipe off the cum. All he said was, ‘No, sir.’ as he slunk out the door into the morning sun to make the walk of shame across campus smelling of sex and glistening with cum. Harry felt a new level of hate for Seymour and his brothers as he thought about what he was forced to endure at their hands. But then as he thought about it his cock began to stir once again.

    The End.


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  • The Cattle Drive

    I had been acustomed to being around cattle since I could remember, nothing that they did suprised me. They were sometimes onery, bull headed, going where you didn’t want them to, and just plain dadburned cantankerous. And they were a might stronge and powerful. A headstrung cow could trample you, throw you over their shoulder, and if you got in the right position, they could possibly kill you. You really had to watch your every step.

    We had gotten about a hundred miles down the trail, and I was stopped on my horse lettin him take a drink from this little creek like stream, when I heard this sound like no other sound a person will ever hear, I heard rattlesnake rattlers giving out their warning, My horse got spooked, bolted, started bucking, and the next thing I remember I was laying on my ass, flat of my back hurting, and my horse was somewhere else.

    I looked around to make sure the rattlesnake wasn’t very close to me and lumbered up and damn was my ass hurting and so was my shoulder. I had landed on the hard ground, hit a couple small boulders and was aching all over my body, especially my ass and shoulder.

    I grabbed my hat which had flown off my head, and started walking toward my stupid horse which now was a ways from me, grazing in some fresh grass.

    I got to my horse, got back up on him, still in pain from the jolt and took off back to the herd.

    That night I was setting there by Cookies wagon by the campfire, still sorta achy and bruised from the fall.

    I was setting next to Cookie, telling him about the incident of the snake and being bucked off the horse.

    ‘Hey Daniel, I have some linament in the wagon, its good for bruises and such, want me to put some on you. I’ll fix you right up.’

    ‘Well I guess if it will make me feel better.’

    Red had gone on up with a couple of the other cowpokes to watch the herd, and Cookie and I were by our selves by the campfire, drinking coffee and chatting.

    Cookie go up a started rummaging thru his supplies in the wagon, seemed like he had something for everything there in that old wagon.

    He looked over at me and held up this bottle of linament, ‘Here it is,’ he said with a big smile, now I can fix you right up.

    He said ‘Daniel, come here,’ I walked to the back side of the wagon, pulled off my shirt and he started putting it on my bare shoulder, it took about a minute and I could feel the difference already. Then Cookie said, ‘Drop your trousers,and I will get your ass for you,’

    Not even thinking I dropped my trousers and He started slathering it on my slightly bruised hip, I was feeling better almost immediately. I was leaning there with my hands on the wheel of the wagon, naked as the day I was born, Cookie was rubbing my ass, and it was feeling fantastic,then I felt Cookies hand go up under my arms and around my chest as he leaned against my naked body there by the wagon, I felt his breath as he got close to my neck with his mouth,and his hot tongue as it started licking on my earlobe, I felt sensations coursing thru my body as Cookie began to take me on a ride to the stars.

    I heard Cookie softly say, ‘Daniel, I would like to collect on that promise you gave me the other evening if it’s alright?’

    By now I was feeling no pain, I said, ‘Have at it Cookie.’

    I leaned around and kissed this awesome, burley, hairy chested mature man, and felt some kind of jolts of electricity shooting thru my body.

    He was bringing sensations to me that comes from years of experience.

    I felt his hand as it slid up under my ass and rubbed my balls, and squeezing and stroking my now hard cock, a feeling of ecstacy wsa flooding my body as I leaned forward against the wagon and just moaned out vocal expressions of pleasure.

    I heard Cookies trousers fall to the ground and I turned around to see Cookies awesome Burly, looking, hairy, manly body I looked down at his manhood standing out hard throbbing and thick, god his cock was thick, I watched as his foreskin slowly and gently pulled back without even being touched and saw that beautiful reddish purple looking cock head shining tight in the moonlight.

    Cookie was quite good looking standing there naked. I knelt down and took Cookies cock into my mouth as I began massaging his big heavy full bag of testicles, they felt like two chicken eggs in that meaty hairy sack, they were so big, ‘Oh yeah Daniel, thats it, Make Cookie Happy.’

    I was taking his thick cock to the hair with each suck, Cookie was responding with his vocal approval and I was in my own zone as I sucked that awesome tasting cock, Cookie’s own body aroma was awesome, it wasn’t dirty or unclean just manly, I could taste his pre-cum slowly leaking onto my tongue, it was a sweet salty taste I came to love, Cookie had my head in his hands as he slowly made the movement of fucking.

    I was now taking him to the hilt in my mouth each and every time I sucked and he was loving it.

    I had my hands around his body holding on to his heavy muscled ass, I could feel his ass muscles tighten up hard each time I engulfed his cock into my mouth.

    After about ten minutes of solid sucking on his awesome cock, He said,’Daniel I want that ass, its been a while since I tapped a young good looking ass like yours.’

    I turned back around and wiggled my taught muscular ass cheeks at Cookie and winked at him like a Bar Room whore. Cookie Smiled raised his eyebrows and came up to me spit some saliva onto his hand slid a couple fingers up my shit chute, Since he was leaking that natural lubricant called pre-cum he needed no grease, he layed his love log against the opening of my anal canal an slid that thick hunk of cock to the balls in my ass, and held it there for a minute or so as he savored the feeling of having his cock in a hot asshole again, ‘Fuck man, its been a long time since I felt this feeling,’

    ‘It feels fantastic Daniel, man your ass is fantastic.’

    Then Cookie started Fucking me, God did that man know how to fuck, he knew just the right angle to shove it in at.

    Cookie was hitting that spot, that awesome spot, I didn’t know what it was, but it was fantastic.

    I let out a cry ‘Oh God Cookie,’

    He just slowly kept up that awesome pace and was making me more and more glad to be a man lover.

    Damn I had never felt like this before, I was in a dream state after about ten minutes of constantly being screwed by Cookie. I knew that if he kept hitting that spot, whatever it was he was hitting, that was making me shudder and feel so awesome deep inside of my body, I would blow my nut before very long.

    And then I heard him say, ‘Oh Jesus, man, Oh fuck,I’m gonna cum,Oh shit,’ and I felt Cookies body began to stiffen as he shoved his cock balls deep, he grabbed my hips and pulled me tight against him with all his strength and I felt his cock feel like it was swelling up and pumping and I knew he was unloading his man cream into my gut.

    I was taken over the edge, and before I could get to my own cock to stroke it, I was firing off a load all over the wagon wheel, god was that cum shot ever intense. I knew Cookie was finished as he just softly groaned and held me tight against his body as his cock made little jerking motions while still inside me. I was really a happy dude at that point knowing I had made my friend Cookie Happy. And I didn’t feel to bad either from the experience, I knew from that experience that age and experience does have its rewards.

    Cookie and I walked down to the creek and washed the smell of sex off our bodies.

    Setting there We began to talk, and drink coffee, both drained of our inhibitions, laughing, just enjoying each other I began to get a better feeling for Cookie’s life and how he got here.

    He began telling me about his life with his dad back several years earlier.

    His father had also been a cook for a trail boss, He said, he was about seventeen when he left the lady that was keeping him as a little boy, his mother had died when he was a little boy and His aunt had basically raised him, he left here home and went to work with his father.

    Life was hard for a young man, he had reached puberty and was feeling what all young men feel when their hormones went wild, Jerking off all the time was starting to get old hat and he finally got together with a couple cowboys that seemed to like young guys.

    Cookie related his first encounter with man sex like this: He was in a barn putting down some hay for some horses when these two men, in their early twenties came into the barn, he knew one of them as the bosses son, and the other he didn’t know.

    The bosses son said, Herb, come down here I need you really bad, so I came down from the Hay loft of the barn to be of assistance to the bosses son. Then they grabbed me and took me into the tack room of the barn, Harley, the bosses son, held him while the other one began to strip him naked.

    Cookie related the story with almost anger as well as pleasure in his voice,’They held me down and one of them bent me over a stack of feed bags there in that tack room and the other one undid his trousers and then spread my ass cheeks apart, I felt such pain as he used his spit and some other kinda oily stuff to slip his cock up into my asshole, god it hurt at first time, Harley fucked me like a whore, smacking my ass really hard, saying ‘You love it don’t you bitch, don’t you, you want us both to fuck you.’

    then the other guy pulled his cock out stroking on it as Harley fucked me roughly, beating my ass as he fucked. Then the other dude, who I never did know, said,’Suck this you little whore, if you bite my cock we’ll kill you.’ I started sucking his big, thick cock, and for some reason as they basically raped me I felt this strange sensation of loving what they were doing start to flowing thru my body. And before they were finished I was wanting more, I swallowed that guys cum and savored each drop. Truth was I even looked forward to each time they would come back for more. I loved it, and the more I got fucked and sucked those two guys off the better I liked it.

    Then I finally went to work on the trail with Dad, I got to being the bitch of a several of the cattle hands.

    They loved having a young piece of fresh ass to fuck.

    Then the final part of his story amazed me.

    Cookie had seen his Dad take off into the weeds one evening about dark, thinking he was taking a dump Cookie decided he would had to go and take a crap too. He went into the deep grass and thats when he saw his Dad standing there with this other trail hands cock up his Dads ass, getting fucked.

    Cookie just said, I realized it was Like Father, like Son. So I just figured theres nothing really different about me.

    That was really an awesome evening, setting around the campfire after having an awesome romp of sex, drinking coffee and relating stories of younger times with Cookie, and I knew that night wouldn’t be my last time with Cookie, that man was good at sex and I wanted more…..

    To be continued…


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  • Danny and Coach Davis

    Coach Davis was bent over at the waist, his large hairy nuts swinging freely between his thick thighs. His ample well rounded ass aimed toward the hotel room door. He stepped into the leg openings of of his scant leopard print thong and pulled them up over his meaty thighs. Just as the thin band of his sexy little under garment disappeared between his mountains of ass flesh the door burst open and in rushed Jake Morgan & Rick Spencer, two of the players on the senior boys baseball team that he coached. Both young men stopped dead in their tracks, eyes wide as saucers, mouths hanging open as they saw the thong strap disappear between their coaches massive ass cheeks. The youths began to giggle at the sight of their macho coaches bare ass hanging out of his skimpy thong. Neither guy had ever seen their coach in this state of undress and they were shocked to see his taste in underwear leaned toward something so amazingly skimpy.

    Coach Davis spun around, shocked and angered at the sudden intrusion. ‘What the hell?!’, he barked.

    ‘Sorry, Coach.’, said Rick. ‘It’s Danny.’

    Of course it’s Danny thought Coach Davis. It’s always Danny Mannix. He is drawn to trouble like a moth to a flame. It had only been two short weeks since Danny’s father asked Coach Davis to help him bring discipline into Danny’s life. He had agreed under the proviso that he would call the shots and Mr. Mannix could not interfer. And here he was in trouble again.

    Jake broke in,’He’s in a fight with Eric Flemming, the pitcher from the Falcons.’

    Coach Davis shock his head in disgust. The guys were in the middle of an out of town tournament and now Danny was going to risk getting them thrown out. Suddenly realizing his state of undress Coach Davis grabbed his robe and threw it on as he raced from the room, Jake & Rick behind him.

    At the end of the hall Danny was rolling around on the floor with the pitcher of the opposing team. All the members from both teams had come out into the hall to watch the fight. ‘Break it up!’, yelled Coach Davis but both young men ignored him and continued to scuffle on the ground. Coach Davis got closer and tried to separate the guys. In the commotion Coach Davis got knocked to the floor and his robe flew up exposing his thong clad ass. The team members from both sides began to laugh at the sight of the coach in his sexy underwear.

    Coach Davis jumped in between Danny & the Falcons pitcher. All three fell to the floor as Coach Davis found himself entwined between the two teens. He pulled the boys to their feet and again the lunged at one another. He pulled the boys apart but then they dove at one another knocking him to the floor. In the commotion the coaches robe came untied. The three of them fell to the ground and Coach Davis’ robe fell open. The laughter got louder as the youths were now openly talking about Coach Davis animal print thong. As the fight continued Coach Davis’ robe somehow got pulled from his body. He now was rolling around on the floor in just his leopard thong with the two ball players.

    One of the guys from the opposing team took the opportunity to grab the robe and throw it through the open door of his hotel room. There was no real reason for his action other than to add to Coach Davis’ humiliation. Now the coach had no way of covering himself. Then from out of nowhere there was the loud sound of a whistle blowing. Everyone stopped dead in their tracks as they saw Coach Tucker, coach of the Falons standing there, whistle in his mouth.

    Coach Tucker looked Coach Davis up and down and with a sneer said, ‘Sexy panties, Davis.’

    This got a huge wave of laughter from all the young men. Danny, Eric & Coach Davis all looked up at Coach Tucker who was glaring at Eric. ‘You know better than this, Eric. To your feet and to your room!’

    ‘Yeah, but Coach Tucker….’

    ‘I don’t wanna hear it. I said to your room!’

    Without another word Eric rose to his feet and disappeared into his room.

    ‘That goes for the rest of you too!’, snapped Coach Tucker. The rest of the Falcons bolted to their rooms. No one messed with Coach Tucker.

    Danny and Coach Davis, who wore only his leopard print thong, his gargantuan butt hanging out obscenely, both stood as well. Coach Davis tried to gather his composure, a task that was hard to do in his state of undress as he ordered his own team back to their rooms. To Danny he said, ‘Mr. Mannix, I want you in my room. We need to talk.’

    The team all headed of to their rooms and Danny to Coach Davis’ leaving the two coaches in the hall alone together. Once more Coach Tucker looked Coach Davis up and down and said,’What the hell are you wearin’ Davis.’

    Coach Davis blushed as he looked around for his robe,’I was wearing a robe. I guess it got yanked off somehow. I can’t imagine where it went.’

    Coach Tucker just shook his head and laughed as he turned back toward his room and said, ‘Well, your panties are very pretty.’ This was followed by another loud burst of laughter from the man.

    Coach Davis ws humiliated but his anger at being humiliated rose to the surface and he stomped down the hall back to his room. His hefty butt jiggle with each foot fall. He entered his room and found Danny sitting on the edge of his bed flipping channels on the TV.

    ‘Da, Coach there ain’t nuttin’ good on TV ta watch.’

    Coach Davis saw red. Danny was such an enigma to him. At eighteen years old Danny was every bit a man. And it showed physically but mentally he still acted like a kid. Here he was in big trouble for fighting and all he could think of was that there was nothing on television that appealed to him. And the way he just sat there staring at him with those big blue puppy dog eyes. His think dirty blond hair mused up from fighting. Coach Davis had to stop himself, yes Danny was attractive and yes he was of age but, he was the young man’s coach. The thoughts he was having were inappropriate. Coach Davis refocus on his anger. ‘Stand up Danny!’

    Danny stood as Coach Davis paced in front of him, he still wore just his thong but now that his anger had taken over it was as if he had forgotten that. He stopped inches from Danny and looked him dead in the eye. ‘Your father asked me to help bring discipline into your life since he obviously can’t do it himself. In two short weeks this is the third time I have had to correct you! Why can’t you stay out of trouble!?’

    Danny’s eyes darted all over the place,’I don’t know, Coach. Da, I mean I ain’t trying to cause no troubles for no one. It just sorta happens. Ya know?’

    ‘No, I don’t know, Danny. And since you can’t stay out of trouble it looks like you’ll have to take another trip across my lap. Now remove your clothing and get over my knee. You may leave your underwear on but remove everything else.’ With that last sentence Coach Davis sat on the edge of the bed.

    Danny’s eyes grew wide but he knew it was coming so he just complied. He kicked of his sneakers and undid his belt. Next he undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. Today Danny wore a pair of bright aqua colored bikini briefs. The undergarment was at least a size or two too small for his overinflated ass. His big white buns flowed freely out the back as the undies disappeared between his fat fleshy ass muffins. He then removed the rest of his clothing until he stood before Coach Davis in just his scant aqua bikini briefs.

    ‘I want you to bring me your belt, Danny.’

    Danny just shrugged, a dopey look on his face, as he bent over to pull hs belt free from his jeans. His large hind end was inches from the coaches face as he bent over. His underwear rode up high over his cheeks as more butt spilled forth. Now Danny stood before Coach Davis, belt in hand. Coach Davis took the belt and ordered Danny over his lap. By this point Coach Davis had completely forgotten his own state of undress. As the teen draped himself over his lap Coach Davis didn’t even think about the fact that all he wore was a skimpy little leopard print thong himself.

    As Danny adjusted himself on the coaches lap the Coach looked down at the young man’s booty. It was absolutely perfect. It was so full and so round. It had just the right balance of fat & muscle. The perfect amount of jiggle yet firmness. Coach Davis had a nice ass, this he knew but Danny’s was perfect. Once again he just wanted to worship at the altar of this young man’ss ass. He caught himself and brushed those thoughts aside. ‘I am his coach.’, he told himself. ‘His father asked me to discipline him and I will be true to my word.’

    Coach Davis raised the belt above his head. He brought it down on Danny’s barely covered bottom. Crack! Danny winced in pain as the leather cut into his soft flesh. Again Coach Davis brought up the belt and brought it back down. Danny’s big rear shook. Coach Davis gulp as he watched the teens big butt jiggle.

    Coach Davis continued to bring the leather belt down on the naughty teens plump caboose. As he did all he could think about was the last two times he had spanked Danny. Both times Danny had gotten hard and both times he had ejaculated. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help remember this with lust. This combined with the fact that Danny’s tiny underpants were riding up high over his plump hiney exposing more and more bare ass caused a stirring in the coaches groin. His own cock became engorged in his tiny leopard thong. At this point Coach Davis was so over taken with lust over Danny’s big pink bottom he had completely forgotten that all he wore was his thong and that his state of arousal would be evident in it.

    Danny squirmed in the coach’s lap as his butt began to glow red. Danny’s legs were kicking causing his already bouncing ass to bounce even more. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Coach Davis continued to belt poor Danny. Danny began to moan out partly in pain but also in pleasure. Once again his own fat dick began to grow inside his tiny underwear.

    CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Coach Davis could feel Danny’s fat prick digging into his thigh. he knew Danny was hard. he loved the way this dumb jock got off on being spanked. CRACK ! CRACK! CRACK!

    Danny knew he was getting aroused. He didn’t understand it but he knew he was close to cumming, ‘Da, please coach stop!’, he pleaded.

    CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! ‘I decide when to stop.’, said Coach Davis. He had been in this spot before. He knew why Danny wanted him to stop. He knew that the teen jock was close to cumming and he wanted him to cum. CRACK! Then all of a sudden Coach Davis stopped and ordered Danny to his feet. Danny was relieved, thinking that the spanking was over and that he would not ejaculate in front of his coach again.

    Danny’s stiff cock was popping out the waistband of his tiny briefs a the coach said,’Remove those briefs and get back over my knee.’

    Danny knew that all it would take was a couple more whacks and he would shoot his wad,’But, coach, you don’t understand…’

    ‘I understand that you are back talking me. Now no arguing remove your underpants and get back over my knee! NOW!!!’

    Danny knew he had no choice as bent over to remove his itty bity briefs. His big butt hung out lewdly as he wiggled free from them tossing them on the floor. He now stood before his coach nude with a raging hard on but he really didn’t seem too embarrassed by it as he draped himself over his coaches lap again.

    Coach Davis ran his bare hand over Danny’s bare red butt. It was omitting a large amount of heat and the teens smooth ass cheeks felt good to Coach Davis. He knew his feelings were wrong but he was swept up in lust. CRACK! CRACK! The belt came down twice more.

    Two swats was all it took. Danny let out a loud yell of ecstasy as his semen came shooting out, running down the coach’s leg.One. Two. Three. Four. Five creamy wads of man juice came blasting from Danny’s fat dong. ‘AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!’

    As Coach Davis felt the warm fluids hit his leg he stopped spanking. Once Danny’s body stopped convulsing from his intense orgasm Coach Davis ordered him to his feet. His dick dripped with cum. ‘Sorry, Coach. Da I tried to warn ya.’

    ‘It’s okay Danny. Don’t worry about it. Like I said before it happens. I just hope you have learned your lesson. No more fighting’

    ‘Da, yes, sir. No more fighting. I promise.’, said the teen.

    ‘Now get dressed and head back to your room. Tomorrows a big day.’

    ‘Yes, sir.’, said Danny as he slipped on his jeans and T and scoped up his sneakers in his hand. He made his way to the door. He opened it part way and was about to exit but instead stopped and turned to face Coach Davis looking down and the older man’s hard cock straining against his leopard print underwear, then he said,’It looks like I’m not the only one who got aroused by my spanked.’

    At this Coach Davis looked down at his own fat hard dong and blushed. He had been so angry he forgot he was only wearing the tiny thong. But, now Danny had not only noticed but made mention of it.

    Danny just gave him a stupid sort of smile and shrugged saying,’Like you said, ‘it happens’.’ With that he turned and departed the room.

    Coach Davis was humiliated but also still very aroused from the latest spanking session with Danny. He looked down and noticed Danny had left behind his bikini. He bent down to pick them up. He help them before his face and marveled at how much was being held in by so little. The ass was completely stretched out of shape by the ball players huge ass. Coach Davis leaned back in bed popping his cock and massive balls over the waistband of his thong. He then scooped Danny’s cum from off his leg and smeared it all over his own cock using it for lube as he began to stroke himself off.

    He took the young mans bikini briefs in the other hand and brought them to his face taking in the scent of the studs manly odor. He began sucking on the place where the tiny briefs had disappearing between the eighteen year old’s ass muffins. He stroked like a man possessed as he took in the smell and taste of the young stud. It took less than a minute before he blew his own huge wad. Cum came poring out of the coaches big dick. He moaned with pure lust as he collapsed back in bed.

    In the afterglow of his intense ejaculation all Coach Davis could think was,’I wonder what Danny will do next to earn a spanking.’ He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t wait to find out.

    The End


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  • Bottoms Up!

    In my senior year at College I had a roommate called Pete. He was tall, athletic, a real stud in every respect. We got along very well and so our co-habitation was very smooth. Pete was a real nice guy; I couldn’t deny him anything. One week before our graduation, he suggested that we should have a small party. He would just invite a couple of friends over. It all seemed perfectly innocent, so I had no objection whatsoever.

    The big day arrived. Paul and Ted, Pete’s friends from back home, knocked on the door and I let them in. Pete was really excited as if there was something more to this party. We had 3-4 beers each and then we opened a bottle of vodka. Pete and his friends were heavy drinkers but I wasn’t used to consuming so much alcohol. I was pretty wasted; I couldn’t get up from my chair. Pete and Ted offered to help me and carried me to the bedroom. I was now lying on the bed face down. I felt really tired.

    ‘It’s Showtime!’ Pete said.

    I wondered what he meant.

    ‘We want what we came for!’ Paul exclaimed.

    ‘Yeah, let’s see what he’s got, Pete!’ Ted urged.

    Pete approached the bed, climbed on top of me and began unzipping my pants.

    ‘Now you’ll show us what you’ve been hiding for so long!’ he murmured.

    His friends started undressing, revealing their well-built bodies. I remembered that Pete was in the habit of coming in the shower whenever I was taking a bath, always using some lame excuse. Back then, I thought that it was just a coincidence but now I realised that all he wanted was to see me naked. However, tonight was much more that that. Pete had come up with a plan to fuck my virgin ass.

    While I was thinking about all that, Pete was pulling down my pants. His friends were bare naked and they were already jerking off. As he took off my pants (I wasn’t wearing any shoes), Paul shouted:

    ‘Show us his butt!’

    He was really eager to see an untouched male ass. Pete removed my briefs real slow exposing my round butt cheeks.

    ‘Yeah, look at this tight little butt, it’s a real work of art!’ Ted said really excited.

    Both men were standing across the bed enjoying the view.

    ‘O.K. guys, show’s over!’ I said and tried to get up. I failed. I didn’t even have the strength to do that. I felt completely exhausted.

    ‘You had too much to drink and the show has just began, bitch!’ Pete said laughing sardonically.

    His plan had worked out perfectly. He started taking off his clothes. When he undressed completely I noticed that he was already erect. He took a pillow and placed it beneath my ass.

    ‘Boys, get ready for the ultimate spectacle!’ Pete said.

    Instantly, he spread my legs revealing my virgin hole.

    ‘I’d like to fuck this butthole real hard’ Paul said really horny.

    ‘Me too! I can’t wait!’ Ted moaned.

    ‘I’m first! I’ve been waiting so long for this’ Pete said.

    He took a bottle of vodka he had hidden under the bed and poured some on my asshole. Then, he started squeezing my cheeks and masturbating. His cock, long and thick, was rock-hard and ready for penetration. I made my final attempt to get up and save myself.

    ‘Guys, grab his arms!’ Pete ordered. ‘You are not going anywhere, cumbucket!’

    There was nothing I could do. I surrendered…Pete shoved his cockhead in my ass. Then, with one mighty push, he drove his full length inside me.

    ‘Yeah, fuck this cumslut real good!’ Paul raged.

    ‘Give it to him! Fuck his virgin butt!’ Ted urged.

    Pete started fucking me ruthlessly. His dick ravaged my hole. Each thrust was more powerful than the previous one. I felt my anus burning. I begged him to stop but he had no intention of doing that.

    ‘We are not gonna stop until you service all three of us!’ he moaned. ‘Each time I came into the shower you used to cover yourself with a towel. Well, now your ass is mine and there’s nothing you can do about it!’ Pete murmured as he pounded my butt again and again.

    His breathing became faster. He grabbed my waist as his tool exploded inside me shooting his load.

    ‘All yours!’ he said as several blasts of hot cum flooded my tight asshole.

    Pete pulled out really satisfied. It was now Paul’s turn. His shaft was standing at attention. It wasn’t as long as Pete’s but it was equally thick. The only thing I could think of now was getting back at Pete. He had betrayed my trust. Three men would rape me and it was all his fault. There wasn’t much I could do except for one thing: to question Pete’s manhood. I would make him feel the worst buttfucker of the three.

    I grabbed my butt cheeks, spreading them wide open and showing off my asshole.

    ‘Come on, Paul! I need a real man back there!’ I said in a low seductive voice.

    ‘Looks like you failed, Pete. This bitch didn’t feel a thing. Well, I’ll show how it’s done!’ Paul said.

    Pete was furious but now I had to pay the price of urging Paul to prove himself… His cock pierced my ass right away. This buttfucking had turned to a competition and he was determined to win. He went as deep as he could. His balls touched my ass cheeks as his hard rod pumped my tight butthole.

    ‘Yeah, fuck me, big boy!’ I screamed.

    ‘Shake your ass, bitch! Show me how bad you want my dick!’ Paul moaned.

    His shaft came in and out of my ass. He enjoyed the tight grip of my hole, pushing in every single inch of his swollen cock. Paul would shove his cockhead in my butt and then he would put the whole thing inside with one big push, forcing my hole to stretch repeatedly. He was so hot he couldn’t hold himself any longer.

    ‘Yeah, cum in my ass! Fill my hole with your cream!’ I moaned as I felt his rod spurting his lava in my asshole.

    ‘Now, it’s my turn!’ Ted said.

    He was going to be my last for tonight but he was as horny as the other two.

    ‘Show me what you got! I want your cock in my ass, stud!’ I said.

    Ted was really anxious to fuck me. He pushed his dick in my butt right away and he relaxed for a moment. I realised that he was the biggest of the three. His massive shaft was stretching me to the limit. He began pounding my hole mercilessly.

    ‘Fuck me! Deeper! Harder! Oh, your cock is so big!’ I said smiling.

    ‘And your ass is so tight!’ Ted replied really excited.

    Ted’s thrusts were more vigorous than before. He was so horny that he was slapping my ass really hard. I pushed my ass towards his cock. His balls punched loudly against my butt cheeks, which had turned red from the spanking. He was driving me crazy and I was getting my revenge.

    ‘Go, buttfucker! Fuck my tight asshole real good!’ I shouted.

    His rod rammed deep inside my ass. He was about to cum. I decided to spite Pete even more.

    ‘Cum in my mouth, Ted! I wanna taste a real man’s juice!’ I said lustfully.

    Ted pulled out of my ass and kneeled in front of my face. He grabbed my head and pushed it over his massive rod. His cock reached the back of my throat. He fucked my mouth for a few seconds. My lips touched his pubic hair as I deepthroated my first dick.

    ‘I’ve got a special treat for you, cumslut!’ Ted moaned.

    His tool erupted and I tried to swallow his salty semen to the last drop. His cum flooded my mouth. Ted pulled out. Cum was dripping from my lips. I licked it saying:

    ‘Now that’s a real man’s milk!’

    Ted gave me a friendly slap on the butt saying:

    ‘Let’s do it again some time. It’s a shame to waste such a tight ass!’

    He was the unquestionable winner of this competition. As for Pete and me…we were even. He had managed to fuck my virgin ass and I had made him feel the worst of the three…

  • Andre: Teasing The Landlord

    Andre had only been in The States for a little over a year. He had spend the first 33 years of his life in Quebec. And the last nine of those working as an executive for Alphonse Publishing Co. When his company decided to branch out and open a new office in the U.S.A. in New York City Andre was their first choice. He was a good worker and dedicated.

    Andre talked the possibility of moving to The States over with his girlfriend of 4 years, Nicole. And as much as they both hated the idea of leaving behind friends and family they both knew the opportunity was too great to pass up so the packed and made their way to New York City.

    Spending their entire lives in French speaking Canada neither spoke English very well. But both were quick studies and before the move they were both speaking the language very well. It didn’t take long for Nicole to find a position in her chosen profession, nursing, either.

    Andre & Nicole found an apartment to rent in a converted brownstone. The rooms were spacious and the rent reasonable. It didn’t take long for the couple to settle in. Andre even became friend of sorts with their landlord Fred. He and his wife, Ming lived in apartment on the first floor and Fred was always dropping by to ask Andre for help with little projects.

    Fred usually stopped by when Ming was out on some errands and Nicole was at work. Andre didn’t notice this at first but after a month or two he began to notice a pattern. It almost started to feel to him as if Fred were trying to make up excusing to be alone with him. But Fred was married. He couldn’t be gay? Could he? And he knew that Nicole & Andre were a couple. So, he had to know Andre was straight as well. Right?

    But, then Fred never actually came onto him. It was more in the way Fred looked at him. And more than once Andre had caught Fred eyeing up his ass. This was not so uncommon though. At 34 years of age Andre was a very handsome man. He had light brown hair and eyes that sparkled. They actually appeared to change color from yellow to green. At 5’10’ and 190 lbs Andre was built solid with meat in all the right places. Though people most often told Andre what beautiful eyes he had it was his full fleshy ass he heard them most discussing when they thought he wasn’t listening.

    But this never bothered Andre. In fact he enjoyed it. He was very proud of his large overly round bottom and loved to show it off. Though straight he enjoyed the attention his big butt got him from women & men alike. He loved it when he heard people talk about how plump and round his ass was. He actually got off on it. Every time he heard someone say, ‘That ass is so full and meaty’ or ‘His ass is shaped like a woman’s’, Andre would feel a stirring in his groin. He even went so far as to have all of his pants specially tailored just to make sure they hugged his huge ass curves seductively.

    Once Andre caught on that Fred was looking to spend some time alone with him and using home repair projects as his excuse and after he had caught his 48 year old landlord ogling his over stuffed man cakes Andre decided that it would be fun to tease his perverted old landlord.

    Andre liked to relax around the apartment in his underwear. Being as proud of his big booty as he was Andre liked to wear very scant little bikini briefs to show it off. They made him feel sexy and Nicole never complained about the way his large melons poured from the leg bands of the scant undergarments. In the beginning when Fred would show up at the door Andre would throw on a robe or slip into a pair of sweat pants but over time Andre decided to tease the landlord so he began opening the door in just his tiny little briefs. In fact on more than one occasion when Fred had stopped by Andre had been fully clothed and stripped down to his underpants just to tease the man.

    The first time Andre answered the door like this he thought poor Fred was gonna have a heart attack. Andre was wearing lime green bikini briefs that resembled posing trunks that body builders wear. Fred’s eyes popped wide open and his mouth fell open. But Andre played it cool talking to the landlord as if they way he were dressed were the most normal thing in the world.

    Over the course of time Fred saw Andre in quit an assortment of underwear. Andre would find ways to turn his back to the landlord or bend over letting the tiny underwear ride up on his large buttocks, all the while knowing that he was teasing perverted old Fred. Sometimes Andre would ask Fred to wait while he put some clothes on. Then he would leave the bedroom door open with his back to it so the landlord could watch him wiggle his gigantic fanny into some jeans that were way too tight for his over sized bottom. Andre would chuckle to himself as he heard Fred’s breathing quicken.

    These little sessions became the norm with Fred and although it was never discussed between them both men seemed to be getting something from these encounters. Then one night things took a turn. Ming was out with her mother & Nicole was working late. Andre was lounging around the apartment wearing a tight white lycra T shirt and skimpy white cotton bikini briefs. The briefs were so small and Andre’s ass so large that the undergarment was stretched to the limit. The white cotton almost appeared to be see thru. There was a knock at the door. Not that Andre was surprises. He knew Ming was out so he figured Fred would stop up.

    Andre answered the door in just his T shirt and itty bitty bikini briefs. His beefy ass ballooned way out and the tiny garment rode up high on it exposing much of his milky white ass checks, which were dusted with a light coating of brown hair. As expected it was Fred saying that he had a light bulb that had burnt out and that when he was changing it the bulb broke. He wanted Andre to help him get the broken bulb out.

    ‘Sure.’, said Andre. ‘Come on in. Just give me a minute.’

    Fred entered and Andre closed the door behind. Fred eyed up Andre in the small underwear. His cock head was visible through the thin material. The underpants wear so small that Andre’s cock looked as if it would burst free at any moment. Even though he was still completely flaccid. Then Andre turned his back on his old landlord revealing just how scant the underwear really were. Most of his voluptuous ass was pouring from the leg bands. Andre decided to tease Fred as he pulled the underwear free from between the dark valley of his massive ass mountains. Fred audibly gulp.

    Andre entered the bedroom saying, ‘Let me find something to wear.’ The bedroom was right across from the living room and if the door was left open you could see right in. Andre left the door open so he could put on a show for Fred. He stood in front of his dresser and bent at the waist without bending his knees. This caused his blimp like ass to jute way out and the underwear he had just freed to slide back between the meaty confines of his ass cheeks.

    While bent over like this Andre wiggled his behemoth booty from side to side as he looked through the drawer for something to put on. Andre could hear Fred moved closer to the bedroom door for a better view. The miniscule underwear really were stretched to the limit. Fred could see the dark valley of Andre’s ass crack and licked his lips.

    Finally Andre straightened up and said, ‘You know what, I’ll just throw my robe on. No point in getting all dressed just to remove a broken light bulb.’ With that he grabbed a thin white silk robe and slipped it on. The robe was rather short only coming about mid thigh and when the light hit it just the right way it, like Andre’s underwear, became see thru.

    Andre led the way to Fred’s apartment making sure to walk slowly so as to give Fred a good show, allowing his landlord to watch his Herculean bottom wiggle and shake as he walked. Once inside Fred’s apartment the older man led Andre to the bedroom and pointed to a ladder he had set up saying, ‘It’s over there.’

    Andre made his way over to the ladder and climbed up it. Fred took his place at the bottom of the ladder and handed Andre a pair of needle nose pliers. Andre reached up over his head and began attempting to remove the broken bulb. As he raised his arms the robe rode up with the hem resting just below his monstrous ass. From his vantage point Fred could see straight up Andre’s robe. His big meaty cheeks were just a few feet from the landlord’s face. Fred stared at the younger man’s over sized behind and delighted every time Andre moved because as he did his bottom would jiggle and shake. This greatly excited Fred.

    Andre’s sheer white briefs appeared to be gobbled up by his gargantuan behind. Fred loved the way his ass seemed to be making a meal of the scant underpants. Andre was of course well aware of the show he was giving Fred. From time to time he’d change position on the ladder either spreading his legs wide apart or bending slightly to give the man a good view.

    Though the robe was short the sleeves were long and they kept getting in Andre’s way. Fred took note of this and decided to push the envelope saying, ‘I notice that the long sleeves of your robe keep getting in your way. Why don’t you take it off so you won’t have so much difficulty.’

    Andre smiled to himself and thought, ‘Pervert.’ but said, ‘That’s a good idea.’ Still standing on the ladder Andre untied his robe and let it slip from his shoulders. It landed on Fred’s head. Fred took in Andre’s scent quickly before taking the robe and laying it on the sofa. He then returned to his post below the ladder where Andre now stood in just his tight white lycra T shirt and thin cotton undies. The underwear were wedged so far between his full buttocks that they resembled a thong.

    Andre continued to wiggle his ass as he worked giving Fred a free show. Andre wobbled slightly on the ladder. ‘Woh!!!’, said Fred. ‘Hear let me help brace you.’ With that Fred came up behind Andre and took hold of him just below the waist so that his hands were touching the top part of Andre’s well padded booty. Andre smiled again thinking, ‘Pervert’ but saying, ‘Thanks.’

    Fred’s face was now inches from Andre’s meaty rump. So close that Andre could feel Fred’s warm breath on his full backside. And Fred was breathing heavy. As Andre worked on the light bulb Fred began to work on Andre’s ass. He allowed his thumbs to dig into the top of Andre’s butt. Kneading it like dough. This went on for a few minutes before Fred lowered his hands the whole while continuing to work Andre’s plump rump. ‘Pervert’, thought Andre as he smiled to himself continuing the pretense of removing the light bulb.

    As time went by he allowed his hands to move lower and lower down Andre’s round backside so that by now both of the younger man’s enormous ass pillows were resting in his landlord’s hands. Fred was now openly feeling up his tenant. He moved in closer and began rubbing his left cheek along Andre’s meaty posterior. Fred was so caught up with lust for the younger man’s ass that he didn’t even care that he was being so brazen. Andre pushed back into Fred’s face.

    Fred began to softly kiss Andre’s elephantine rear. Neither man spoke a word but both knew that the other was getting something from this situation. Fred continued kissing every inch of Andre’s ass and feeling up his huge melons as he did so. Fred had fantasized about this for so long now the fantasy was a reality.

    Andre too had fantasized about having his ass worshiped. He certainly loved the attention. But, he was conflicted fantasy was one thing but reality was another. He was straight and in a committed relationship but yet here he was letting another man kiss and caress his voluptuous buns. Just as he began questioning this he felt Fred’s warm tongue licking his plump bottom. Fred’s hands made their way to the waist band of Andre’s briefs. He pulled them down in back exposing Andre’s completely bare backside for the first time. Fred pulled the briefs down to just under his tenants ass cheeks so that his full bottom was on display. He then continued to worship Andre’s big butt.

    Andre soon forgot about his misgivings and just gave in allowing Fred to fulfill his ass worship fantasy. Fred began to playfully slap Andre’s ass to watch it jiggle. Andre moaned. How he loved to have his ass spanked. Nicole had done it a few times but didn’t really seem to get into it and Andre didn’t want her to think he was a pervert so he never made an issue of it. But in truth he loved to have his big booty spanked. He loved the way it felt when his ass jiggled. He loved the sting. He had spanked himself a few times but it wasn’t quit the same.

    Hearing Andre’s moan of ecstasy Fred picked up on this and began slapping his ass harder and faster. Andre had stopped the pretense of home repair by this point and was laying over the ladder holding onto the other side. His cock was at full mast and still encased in his briefs, which were still pulled up in front. Fred loved the way Andre’s ass quivered with each swat of his hand.

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    Fred let loose with another round of swats covering every inch of Andre’s basketball like butt. Then he began to rub Andre’s cheeks slowly to take out the burn. He used both hands and rubbed softly before prying the colossal glutes apart. Andre’s virgin ass hole winked at him. Fred allowed his tongue to dart out quickly and lap against Andre’s tight balloon knot. Andre’s pink eye tensed and winked back but he enjoyed it and Fred went in for more.

    Spreading Andre’s cheeks with both hands he buried his face deep inside the young man. His warm tongue entering Andre’s hot tight hole. Allowing his tongue to fuck his tenant. Andre threw his head back and moaned with pleasure. Fred worked his tongue for all it was worth. Andre pushed back. He was getting a rim job for the first time in his life by another man and not only that but he was about to cum as a result.

    Pushing back into Fred’s face Andre let out a scream of ecstasy as his cock erupted filling his briefs with warm sticky juices. Fred felt Andre’s asshole tighten around his pink tongue as he exploded and at feeling this he too lost it as his own balls drained of their love goo staining the front of his trousers.

    From out in the next room came the sound of a key in a lock. ‘Ming.’, whispered Fred. There was the sound of the front door opening and footsteps as Ming entered the living room. She called out to Fred but he did not answer. Slowly her footsteps came down the hall until she stood in the doorway of the bedroom where Fred & Andre were.

    Fred had pulled his shirt tail out to cover his cum stained pants and Andre had pulled his briefs up in back and slipped back into his robe. So, the only thing Ming saw when she entered the room was both men standing below the ladder looking up at the broken light bulb.

    Pretending not to see or hear Ming Andre said, ‘Sorry, Fred. I can’t seem to get it out either.’

    Ming spoke, ‘What’s wrong?’

    Pretending to just now realize she had come home Fred said, ‘Oh, honey I didn’t hear you come in. I was changing the light bulb and it broke. Andre was nice enough to come down and try to help me.’ Then to Andre he said, ‘Thanks for your help anyway.’

    ‘No problem.’, said Andre as he turned to leave. Both Fred and Ming watched Andre as he exited the room and made his way to the front door. His big butt waddle as he walk and husband and wife both enjoyed the view until he was gone.

    The End


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  • A Burglar at My Back Door

    I used to own an exotic beach house, somewhere in the Mediterranean. The place was quite secluded, so I was not in the habit of locking the doors. No one cared to visit this quiet, peaceful place.

    One night, I was taking a shower when suddenly I heard a noise from the kitchen. It was a very hot night and I had left the doors open. Alarmed, I rushed out of the shower and into the kitchen. There was nobody there. Then, I decided to check the living room to make sure that there weren’t any uninvited guests. When I got there, bare-naked and with water dripping from my body, I saw the living room in a real mess. Apparently, somebody must have been looking for something.

    All of a sudden, I felt a hand groping for my ass. I was petrified and intrigued at the same time. I turned around and saw a tall, handsome man. He was already naked and erect. Obviously, he had been jerking off, watching me in the shower.

    ‘Get down on your knees and suck my dick!’ he said decisively.

    Instead of asking him what the hell was he doing in my house, I knelt down. I had forgotten all about the break-in and I was about to do something I had never done before.

    ‘What are you waiting for?’ he yelled impatiently.

    I had never given head before but, being a man, I knew what every man would go for. I started licking his balls. He pulled my head closer to his groin and began to jerk off. Reassured, I grabbed his cock and sucked his red cock-head. I was really enjoying it. Then, I decided to swallow the whole thing. My lips touched his balls. He began fucking my mouth ruthlessly. His balls slapped against my chin. I sucked and sucked and soon my mouth was wet with precum. It was time for some back door action.

    ‘Lie down with your back on the floor,’ he said.

    He didn’t have to ask me twice. I knew what was going to happen but I didn’t care anymore. I obeyed to his orders and lay down on my back. He took a big cushion from the couch and placed it beneath my ass. His battering ram was ready to penetrate my virgin hole. Involuntarily, I spread my legs and he knelt down. There was no turning back.

    All at once, his cock rammed inside my ass. I had never felt like this before. My asshole was already wet from the shower, so he didn’t hurt me much. As he pounded my hole, I began to moan with pleasure. His massive tool was fucking me hard. He was so thick and long that he was tearing me apart.

    ‘How about some riding?’ he suggested.

    Right away, he assumed my previous position, got rid of the cushion and told me to sit on it. Without hesitating, I went all the way down and landed on his rod. I started bouncing up and down.

    ‘Oh yeah! Fuck my ass! Give it to me!’ I screamed.

    After a few minutes, we changed positions once more. He wanted to fuck me doggy-style. I was really looking forward to this. The stranger put the cushion beneath my stomach this time and forced me to lie face down. My ass was at his mercy and he was going to take advantage of the situation. He rubbed his hard cock on my ass. That made me even hornier. But he was so hot himself, he couldn’t go on like this. With an abrupt move, he pushed his shaft against my tight hole.

    ‘Deeper, deeper! Give me all you got!’ I shouted.

    The stranger buried his phallus in my ass. He was fucking me harder that before. With each thrust, his balls slapped loudly against my ass. He had developed a powerful rhythm, holding my waist with both hands and fucking my asshole faster and faster. This continued for some time.

    Realizing that he was about to reach his climax, I said:

    ‘Cum on my face, I wanna taste your juice!’

    Quickly, he pulled out of my ass. I turned around and bent over his tool.

    ‘I wanna suck you till you shoot your load,’ I said.

    To tease him even more, I licked his cock-head with the tip of my tongue. In return, he grabbed my head and pulled my mouth right over his rod, forcing it down. He began fucking my mouth once again but now I was not shocked like the first time. I grabbed his ass and pulled it toward my face, so that he would go deeper inside my mouth. A few moments later, he said:

    ‘You’re in for a real treat. Get ready!’

    Eagerly, I sucked even harder. Suddenly, he took his dick out of my mouth and began to jerk off. I took out my tongue and he placed his tool on it, still jerking off.

    ‘Come on,’ I said, ‘spread your cum all over my face!’

    The stranger groaned and his pulsating rod started pumping thick spurts of creamy cum on my face. I swallowed as much as I could and then I sucked his still-hard cock for the last time. He pulled out and I closed my eyes in order to feel his cream running down my face. When I opened them, he had already left. In fact, he had vanished into thin air. He never told me his name but I’ll never forget his ‘illegal entry’ at my ‘back door!’

  • Triangulation

    ‘I know you’ll leave me. You’re just waiting for us to get back to Manila, and you’ll leave me.’

    Stanley was curled up in the fetal position on his berth in the compact cabin of the Bayliner 2855 yacht. He and Lance had been anchored off the Hilton Cebu Resort twin towers in the Philippines for two days, and Stanley had been drinking himself beyond pout and into a blue funk for three.

    ‘Please, baby, please don’t be like this. You know I wouldn’t leave you; you know I couldn’t leave you,’ Lance murmured.

    He sat on the berth beside Stanley and laid his hand on his lover’s belly. This had always worked before. It wasn’t unusual for Stanley to sink into this mood, if not often this deeply, and the drink always made it worse. Ever since Stanley had passed his fiftieth birthday, he had become convinced that Lance, now half his age, would leave him – that his money wouldn’t be enough to hold Lance. Even Lance’s suggestion that they take this around-the-world trip, just the two of them, alone, most of the time on Stanley’s streamlined yacht, hadn’t reassured Stanley.

    ‘I’ve grown so old,’ Stanley moaned. ‘Old and dumpy. I saw the looks you were getting the other night at that club in Manila. I knew they were thinking ‘How can such a well-built hunk like that be with such an old man when he could be with me?”

    ‘No you’re not too old, Stan,’ Lance said, the exasperation in his voice clear. ‘You still have the looks of a model. And here. I grab you here and you are hard as a rock.’ He had placed his hand over one of Stanley’s nipples and squeezed on Stanley’s well-worked chest muscles. ‘And you’re still flat as a board here.’ Lance put his palm on Stanley’s belly again. ‘And you still can get it up here.’ He grabbed Stanley’s cock through his Speedo. ‘And you still have the sweetest one of these I’ve never known.’ Lance was sliding his hand under the rim of the Speedo at the small of his back.

    ‘No, no, no,’ Stanley cried out. He jackknifed out of the fetal position, pushed off of the bed and away from Lance. ‘You wanted this sort of vacation because you are embarrassed to be seen with an old man like me. No, I know you’ll leave me in Manila. I might as well throw myself off the boat now.’ Then, grabbing up an oversized beach towel, he flounced out of the cabin and to the bow of the boat, where he laid the towel on the sharply raked windscreen of the cigarette boat and laid down on his back, wanting the sun to bake the liquor out of him while he watched the twin towers of the Cebu Hilton and the activity on its beach.

    Only a moment later, Lance popped out of the cabin, a panicked look in his eyes. His eyes wildly scanned the water, looking for a sinking suicidal Stanley, until he saw that Stanley was sunbathing instead on the bow of the boat.

    Mad now, having had enough of this, Lance slipped off his Speedo and came around to the bow and stood, legs spread, between the sunbathing Stanley and the vista of the Cebu Hilton’s busy beach and two tall hotel towers. He took his long and thick cock in his hand and wagged it at Stanley.

    ‘Suck this!’ he demanded. ‘Can’t you see that it’s hard for you?’

    ‘What?’ Stanley opened his eyes. And then he opened them even farther, focused on the midsection of his naked horse-hung young lover. ‘Lance,’ he cried out, ‘What are you doing? People will see you.’

    ‘People will see us, Stanley. Not just me. You said I would be too embarrassed to be seen with you. I’m going to fuck you right here, in full view of everyone in that resort. That’s how embarrassed I am to be seen with you. And if you won’t suck me, I’ll blow you.’ With that, he knelt between Stanley’s legs, stripped off his Speedo and inhaled Stanley’s cock.

    ‘Oh, god, Lance, oh god,’ Stanley cried out. His hands went to the back of Lance’s curly head and held him close. ‘Oh, god. All of it . . . yes . . . yes. Oh, god.’

    Changing to fisting Stanley’s cock, Lance started moving his lips up across Stanley’s belly and up onto his nipples and to his lips. He was writhing around on top of Stanley, getting as close into him as he could.

    ‘Lance! Not here. In the cabin. We must go below. Oh . . . ahhhh.’ Whatever else Stanley was going to say was muffled as Lance brutally attacked his mouth with his own.

    After working his mouth until Stanley was almost out of breath, Lance broke away. ‘No. Here, Right here, Stanley. I’m going to fuck you for anyone to see who wants to see. I want you now, here. I love you. I’m never going to leave you. You couldn’t get rid of me if you wanted to.’

    Lance quickly worked his mouth back down Stanley’s torso, and after giving his cock a little more loving, Lance put his hands under Stanley thighs, rolled them up, and was diving into Stanley’s hole with his tongue.

    As Lance stood back up, his hands still lifting Stanley’s thighs up and spreading them wide, Stanley looked down at him. ‘God, Lance. You’re so hard. You’re huge. I never know how I can take all of you.’

    ‘You always take all of me, Stanley. You’ve got the sweetest ass. I’m hard for you. You make me hard. Can’t you accept that?’

    ‘Yes, yes. I . . . Arghhhh!’

    His ass had accepted all that Lance had for him again, and Lance was fucking him hard, power driving up between his spread thighs, pushing his back up and down on the raked windscreen of the yacht.

    * * * *

    Will Thruston worked hard on the key mechanism of his tenth-floor Hilton Cebu hotel room door. He was in such a state that he was doing more cussing at the unresponsive lock than effective key turning. Once in, he tore off his shirt and threw it on the bed, headed straight for the minibar, grabbed a beer, despite his intent never to take anything from an exorbitantly expensive hotel minibar, flipped off the cap, stumbled out onto the balcony, and stood at the railing, trying to gain control of his anguished trembling. He stared hard out onto the yacht basin, trying to calm down, trying to tell himself these things happened, that it didn’t mean anything.

    But this was the third time this week. He had to face that maybe he was growing unable to get it up. Maybe he was losing it altogether.

    Business hadn’t been all that good this week. This afternoon’s trick, who he had cultivated for nearly an hour in the hotel bar before landing him, had been ugly and pudgy. And he had to have been at least in his mid forties. But Will couldn’t let that turn him off. Most of the marks at this hotel were ugly and fat and old. The younger guys here didn’t have to pay for it. And Will only did it for the money.

    Everything had worked OK at the start. The guy was half drunk when Will helped him to his hotel room. And he paid up front – what Will asked for without haggling.

    Will had planned to fuck him in the shower and then again after the full body massage he had agreed to as part of the price. Lucky, he hadn’t told the trick of these plans, though.

    The man had been more than ready for Will. He was half hard before they got into the shower, and Will had gone down on his knees in front of the man while water was cascading over them and gotten him to jack off with a minimum of mouth work on his dick. And the guy had gone hard and come again when Will had turned him belly to the tiles and given him a full-tongue rim job. Then Will had planned to fuck him from the rear, but he hadn’t been able to get it up. It hadn’t helped that the pudgy guy had already hardened and come twice. Will felt emasculated by that. Twenty years older than him and able to spout out twice in an hour when he himself couldn’t even get it up. And the worry about it probably didn’t help either. As a substitute, he’d finger fucked the man while covering him close from behind for a while, which seemed to satisfy him.

    The full body massage on the hotel bed went OK, too. And the trick hardened and came again while Will was giving him a hand job. Still, Will himself hadn’t hardened up. Maybe part of that was that the guy gave Will’s cock no attention at all. He seemed happy for Will to be making all of the moves. This was both good and bad. Good because the guy didn’t seem to notice that Will wasn’t aroused; bad because Will had promised to fuck him.

    Will’s flexible dildo came to the rescue. The mark was so mellow when Will had jacked him off and then turned him on his belly and rubbed down his back and legs, that when Will at last mounted him, the guy didn’t seem to notice – or care – that it was a dildo working inside him rather than Will’s cock. The man went to sleep, and, having already been paid, Will quickly dressed and left him there.

    And he’d come straight back to his own room. Worried and mad, but mostly scared. Was he finished? Would he ever be able to perform again. This was his ‘career’; he was a hotel stud for pay. A good-looking hunk hanging around the pool, waiting for an old rich lady or a middle-aged businessman wanting to be taken for a ride and willing to pay big bucks for the fuck. If the hotel got any inkling he was having trouble stepping up to the plate, they’d toss him out on his ear. They didn’t keep around any duds to fail to service their rich patrons on demand.

    Three more swigs from his beer bottle and Will was able to actually focus on the magnificent vista of the Hilton Cebu seascape laid out before him.

    Oh, my god, what was that? Surely not. Will reached for his binoculars and trained it on a gleaming white, sleek cigarette boat yacht anchored off the beach.

    What were they doing? God, they were fucking. An older, but very trim guy – much more appealing that any of the marks he’d been stuck with this week – was lying against the sharply raked windscreen of the yacht, and a younger hunk – hunkier than Will himself, he had to admit – was hunched between the older man’s spread thighs, pounding away in his ass. Both naked, fucking, right there, not far off shore, for all on the beach and in the hotel towers to see.

    Will couldn’t take his eyes off them. He felt the binoculars waiver, and he had to fight to maintain focus on the vigorous fuck the young hunk was giving the older man. The binoculars were heavy in his hand, which was trembling. He’d return the other hand to the binoculars to hold them steadier, but his other hand was busy. Without realizing it, he’d unzipped himself, let his trousers fall to the floor, and he was pulling on his cock. And his cock was big and hard. His breath was getting ragged, and he masturbated vigorously. Gloriously alive again.

    Maybe all he needed to do was imagine arousing bodies fucking when he was with a mark. Maybe that would keep him in business for a while. It wasn’t because he couldn’t get it up – because, by god, it certainly was up now! And it wanted lots of attention.

    * * * *

    Edward Frampton got up from the bed, finding himself unable to sleep in the afternoon despite his exhaustion, and deciding he didn’t really need anything more on than his sleeping shorts in the middle of a hot Philippines day, went out onto the balcony of his thirteenth-floor Hilton Cebu hotel tower room.

    He collapsed more than sat onto the patio chair. God he was tired. But then he smiled, in remembrance of why he was tired, why he hadn’t gotten any sleep last night.

    He’d never done anything like this before. He had heard that it was this easy in the Philippines and in some of the other resort hotels throughout Southeast Asia. But he was shocked at himself – and amused and, yes, proud of his audacity and boldness – to have tried it here. And it worked a charm.

    The roomboy who had brought his luggage up to the room was slight and brown as a berry and achingly beautiful in an androgynous way. Clearly male, but as beautiful and lithe and graceful in his movements as a courtesan. In the elevator, they had chatted a bit, and Edward had been surprised to find that the roomboy was in his early twenties. He looked no older than a teenager. It was a trait of the Filipinos, Edward had noticed during his various business trips here from Hong Kong. Perpetual youth. He wished he could latch into that. He was feeling his thirty-six years. Nearly forty and nothing exciting had happened to him yet. He’d fucked around in gay bars in his twenties, but when he’d been sent out to Hong Kong, he’d become respectable – and closely watched. He couldn’t get away with much of anything in Hong Kong. And, although he’d traveled to the Philippines twice before, and each time had become aroused by the small, well-formed berry-brown young men of the country, he had been too timid to act on his impulses.

    Until this, the third trip. He’d been told that all you had to do in a hotel like this was to ask. So, when they’d gotten to the room and the roomboy had asked if there was anything else he could do for Mr. Frampton, Mr. Frampton told him what he could do for him and held out two 1,000 peso banknotes. The roomboy’s eyes had bugged out and he’d smiled broadly.

    The roomboy had proved to be very willing, very able, flexible, resilient, and inventive. He also, once naked, proved to be very desirable. The years of an adult, the body of a lithe but well-muscled, perfectly formed youth. And a well-worked hole that not only opened immediately to Edward’s thickness but also was trained to make undulating love to Edward’s throbbing cock.

    Edward fucked him under the cascading water in the shower, the roomboy’s feet leveraging off the frame of the shower door while his shoulder blades were sliding up and down on the wet tiled walls opposite, propelled by the strength of Edward’s driving cock. Edward recharged quickly while the roomboy toweled him off and then fucked the roomboy from behind as he was bent on his belly over the back of the room’s upholstered tub chair.

    Exhausted then, Edward bedded the roomboy, who, still resilient, massaged Edward’s screaming muscles, including eventually, the reawakened muscle between his legs. In the darkness of the early night, Edward drifted off, but the roomboy awakened him again within a couple of hours. Edward was stretched on his back and the roomboy was riding his loins hard, drawing yet another ejaculation out of him. Yet another fucking only a couple of hours after Edward had drifted off nearly paralyzed him. He was groaning hard and the roomboy could get no more than a dribble of semen out of him. Mercifully that marked the end, and when he woke next – to the light – and to entirely too little sleep and too much vigorous exercise, he opened his eyes to the thought that maybe 2,000 pesos was entirely too much to have offered.

    It was afternoon before he could struggle out of bed. But he hadn’t slept. Besides being exhausted, he was incredibly satisfied and pleased with himself. He would have to make more business trips to the Philippines.

    When he felt a bit recovered, he picked up the binoculars from the table beside him and started to check out the sights around the busy hotel complex. He decided to take a sweep of the hotel tower next to his for beginners, moving up from the base. When his view reached the tenth floor of the other tower, he let out a gasp and a ‘Holy shit!’ and had to lift a second hand to the binoculars to steady his trembling hand.

    The man, a Caucasian, like him, was stunningly handsome. Edward instantly recognized him as a beefy, suntanned hunk he’d seen at the pool as he was taking a walk around of the facilities before checking in. The man had been a large dose of eye candy, and Edward had remembered thinking ‘trophy stud’ when a beet-red European with a distinct pouch and puffy face had spoken to the young man and they’d walked off toward the hotel together.

    Now he was standing at the rail of the balcony of his tenth-floor room in the other tower, shirtless and his trousers down around his ankles. He was holding binoculars in one hand, trained out to sea, and he was stroking the loveliest, hardest cock Edward had ever seen. Edward couldn’t take his eyes off him, and he felt his own cock begin to renew its interest in spite of the Herculean workout it had gotten the previous night.

    Edward was so engrossed in watching the young man masturbate at the balcony rail that he didn’t hear the door to his hotel room click open and the roomboy reappear to make up the room.

    Suddenly, a hand was taking the binoculars out of Edward’s hands. The roomboy was pulling his sleeping shorts off him, and he has holding Edward’s erect cock in his fist as he moved his thighs around Edward’s, positioned his hole on Edward’s rosy-red bulb, and started to descend into his lap. Edward threw his head back, took a pert hard brown cock in both hands, driving it like a stick shift on a sports convertible, his eyes closed but still seeing that hunk on the other balcony slowly jacking his gigantic meat off, and he sighed in appreciation of how far 2,000 pesos would stretch.

    * * * *

    Stanley had already come, in three jerks and heavy spoutings, as he was spread out on the window screen of his Bayliner 2855, the palm of his hands on Lance’s tight butt cheeks, enjoying how they contracted with each thrusting of his young lover’s rock hard cock up into him. How could he have ever doubted his Lance? It was the liquor. He’d swear off liquor for good if it kept Lance with him, in his bed, churning his cock inside him.

    After ejaculating, Stanley lay back against the windscreen, letting Lance pound away inside him, knowing it would be several more minutes before he came.

    Stanley loved this, but having reached his own climax, reason flooded in to struggle with emotion, and he started to worry again at the spectacle they were making of themselves. Binoculars were within reach, so he retrieved them and put them to his eyes and started scanning the beach and the Hilton Cebu twin towers, checking on who might be watching.

    Lance wouldn’t notice. When he was deep in a fuck like this, he became a wild, focused man, all of his attention locked on the working of his cock inside Stanley. Stanley knew this was only further evidence that he was still desirable to Lance. Lance couldn’t have even gotten it up, let alone become lost in the fuck, if he didn’t still want Stanley. Stanley knew he’d been such a fool to raise doubts.

    As he scanned the towers, Stanley’s attention focused on the thirteenth floor of one of the towers. Two men fucking. A very well presented young man, maybe early thirties, slumped in a chair, his head thrown back, a look of ecstasy painted all over it. And a small, lithe brown-bodied man crouched over his pelvis and fucking himself on a thick, long cock in long, plunging rhythm.

    Stanley began to melt and to quicken all at the same time. His cock gave a lurch and came alive. He reached a hand for it, but Lance slapped the hand away and took charge of the cock himself, stroking it in fast rhythm with his vigorous fucking.

    A triangulated cry of simultaneous release shot out over the Hilton Cebu complex, sending a flock of disturbed sea gulls screaming and fluttering up into the air. Five long sighs of satisfaction followed, drifting down in the lapping of the surf onto the resort beach.


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  • My Best Friend’s Father

    It was Sunday afternoon and I was driving to my friend’s house to pick up a book that he barrowed from me. When I arrived at his house I was nerve, I’ve always had a crush on his dad since I’ve first met him. ‘Don’t be nerve, Mr. Monroe is just a person,’ I said to myself as I rang the doorbell. A few seconds later the door opened and there standing in front of me, shirtless, was Mr. Monroe. ‘Chris, what brings you here? Jason already left for Outdoor Lab.’ I stood there glaring at his muscular chest. ‘Chris, are you alright.’ I snapped back into reality and said, ‘Jason barrowed a book from me a week ago and I was wondering if I can get it back?’ Mr. Monroe stepped to the side, ‘Come on in and you can look for it.’ I entered the house and Mr. Monroe and I went upstairs. ‘You can search threw his room and see if you can find it. If not, then you’ll have to ask him went he get back,’ Mr. Monroe said as he entered his room. I walked into Jason’s room and started going threw every place he could of place the book. 10 minutes past and I finally found the book, and left Jason room. I walked down the hall to Mr. Monroe’s room and opened the door.

    Right as I opened the door, Mr. Monroe shot a load of cum onto his chest. ‘Chris! Didn’t parents teach you to knock?’ Mr. Monroe yelled. I just stood there and staired at Mr. Monroe’s gorgeous, 8-inch cock covered with cum. As I staired at his cock something came over me. I walking over to Mr. Monroe and climbed onto his bed. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ Mr. Monroe asked, but I didn’t answer. I grabbed Mr. Monroe’s cock and started sucking on it. ‘What the HELL!’ Mr. Monroe yelled, but I ignored him. I started sucking his cock harder and faster, sucking up the rest of his earlier load and couldn’t wait to have more. ‘Chris,’ Mr. Monroe moaned with pleasure, ‘What are you doing to me.’ Still ignoring him, my hands started exploring his chest and twisted both of his harder nipples. ‘Ohhhhhhhh!’ Mr. Monroe moaned, ‘That feels so fucking good.’

    After sucking Mr. Monroe’s cock harder and faster for a while, his body started to tremble. I started sucking his cock soft and slow when Mr. Monroe said, ‘Chris! I’m going to cum!’ Mr. Monroe yelled, ‘Ahhhhhhhh.’ With that Mr. Monroe’s cock explode and I tasted more of his cum; his cum filled my mouth and I was forced to swallow it. I made sure that none of his cum dripped out of my mouth. Once Mr. Monroe stopped cumming and I swallow all his cum, I stopped sucking his cock and got off the bed. ‘That blow-job was great, just don’t tell anyone,’ Mr. Monroe said. ‘Why, I’m 18 years old,’ I said as I started to strip. ‘Now what are you doing?’ Mr. Monroe asked, but I didn’t answer. I climbed onto the bed again, and began to set on Mr. Monroe’s 8-inch cock. I felt the head of his cock against my asshole. I knew that this was it; Mr. Monroe’s cock was going to take my ‘gay’ virginity. ‘Chris stop, you’re my son’s best friend,’ Mr. Monroe demanded, but I stilled didn’t listen. I pushed down on Mr. Monroe’s cock and the head popped into my asshole. ‘SHIT!’ I screamed in pain. I waited a few seconds and I slowly sat down on Mr. Monroe’s cock. Finally, after a few minutes Mr. Monroe’s cock was all the way up my asshole.

    ‘How does it fell?’ Mr. Monroe asked with a smile. ‘It hurts like Hell,’ I answered. ‘Don’t worry, the pain will go away,’ Mr. Monroe said with a smile. ‘What you’re into this?’ I said. ‘I was just surprised at first,’ Mr. Monroe said as I slowly started bouncing up and down on his cock. ‘Ya, you tight asshole feels so fucking good,’ Mr. Monroe yelled in pleasure. After a while I got tried of bouncing, so I leaned forward and Mr. Monroe and I started making out. Mr. Monroe thrust his hips up and down and continued to fuck me. 10 minutes have passed and Mr. Monroe and I changed position. Mr. Monroe was fucking me missionary style. ‘Ya! Mr. Monroe fuck my ass as hard as you can,’ I said. ‘Chris, call me Mike,’ Mr. Monroe said. ‘Mike fuck my ass as hard as you can,’ I said. ‘That’s my boy!’ Mike said. Mike started fucking my ass hard and fast and I said something that I never thought would come out of my mouth, ‘Mike, fuck me with that cock and fill my asshole with the cum that made my best friend.’ Mike lead over and gave me a huge kiss and said, ‘If you say so.’ 10 minutes have passed and Mike started fucking me slower and softer. ‘I’m going to cum!’ Mike yelled. ‘Fill me with that cum that made my best friend,’ I said. ‘Here it comes Chris,’ Mike said as I felt his cum enter my asshole. Mike leaned over and the two of us started making out.

    Mike and I stayed in that position for and hour. We talked, made out, and every so often fucked me softly. Finally we got up and got dress and walked down stairs. ‘Chris, don’t tell anyone what we did,’ Mike said softly. ‘I wont, I promises, so can we do this tomorrow?’ I asked. ‘I don’t know,’ Mike said. ‘I don’t have school tomorrow because it’s a teacher’s day,’ I said. Mike stood there for a minute then answered, ‘If you don’t have school tomorrow, why don’t you stay,’ Mike said, ‘Do you parent know that Jason left for Outdoor Lab?’ I took my phone out of my pocket and said, ‘No they don’t.’ I called my parents and told them I was staying the night a Jason’s house and hung up. ‘I’m staying the night!’ I said with excitement as Mike and I went back up stairs and stripped.

    ‘Since you gave me a blow-job, I’m going to give you won; since I fucked you, you’re going to fuck me,’ Mike said as we stripped and climbed on the bed. I laid on my back and Mike laid on his stomach between my legs. ‘Suck my cock, Mike!’ I demanded and Mike shoved my cock into his mouth. ‘Ohhhhhhhh!’ I moaned. Mike did the same thing to me as I did to him. He was sucking my cock hard and faster and as I soon began to tremble. When I started trembling Mike started to suck my cock soft and slow. ‘Mike, I’m about to cum,’ I yelled but it was too late. My cock exploded and filled Mike’s mouth with teenage cum. ‘Umm!’ That was delicious,’ Mike said as he got up and laid beside me and kissed me. ‘That was amazing, I’ve never had a blow-job before,’ I said. ‘Well are you ready to have a tight asshole around your cock,’ Mike said. ‘I thought you’ve been fucked,’ I asked. ‘Ya! But I haven’t been fucked in about a mouth, so it’s tight’ Mike said. Mike got on top of me and slowly began to set down on my cock. As the head of my cock toughed his asshole I started to cum. ‘Shit!’ Mike said as he quickly shoved the head of my cock up is asshole, and quickly lowed himself down the cock until my cock was all the way up his asshole. I was still cumming as Mike started to bounce up and down on my cock. ‘Dam Chris! How big his your cock?’ Mike asked in pain. ‘About 10 inches. Why?’ I said. ‘Because, I didn’t think you fucking me would be this painful.’ Mike continued to bounce up and down on my cock. After a while we change positions and I was now fucking Mike doggy style. I leaned over and started making out. After we left, we when our seperate paths. We never spock of having sex, never had sex again, or talked about the night we had sex. It was like it never happened.


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  • Guys Night Out

    ‘What’s that for?’ I asked my Dad.

    ‘For tonight, its Saturday night an its time for our monthly Guy’s Night Out.’

    ‘When did that start? I don’t remember you have a party for guys here.’

    My Dad walked over to me and said, ‘Son, We have been having Guys Night Out for years.’

    ‘Its just that the guys in the bike club take turns haveing it at their homes and it falls to me to host it this month.’

    ‘Really? Sorry Dad, I didn’t even know about such parties with your buddies.’

    ‘Is there anything I can do to help?’

    ‘Yes, let me give you a list of goodies and would you please run to the grocery store and pick up this stuff for me?’

    I got myself ready and went to the store and picked up some paper napkins, some plastic forks and plates for the party, I was getting rather excited as I shopped for a party, even tho I knew it would probably end up being a drinking party, being bikers from the Harley Club Dad was a member of.

    I got home and Dad was setting a pretty wicked looking table, I was watching his actions and he was acting like a high school kid with all the excitement of putting on a prom party.

    I am nineteen, still living at home so I knew I would be welcome to have a few drinks, but I wouldn’t be alowed to go driving after drinking, Dads orders.

    I Have a wonderful father, hard working, very trustworthy, and he has been an awesome provider and parent ever since my mother passed away when I was nine.

    Dad was a good looking man, very handsome, well groomed and kept his body in shape at a local YMCA.

    I always loved going there and swimming, but the real reason was that I got to look at the men in the swimming area, naked, walking in the back area, naked, seeing their privates swinging back and forth, naked even some with boners standing out hard and thick, and oh yeah did I mention Naked. I would always get si sexually excited myself.

    As I grew older I never grew out of that excitement that I felt when seeing a naked guy, I guess some guys never do, it was just part of who I am.

    I never told Dad about my attraction to men, I even fantasised about Dad a few times but would not have ever tried anything with my dad, although I thought some of his biker buddies were real turnons, especially Rodger, my Dads best friend.

    Rodger was one of the best built guys I had ever seen. He was rugged looking, gorgeous muscular body, I know I had seen him in the garage working on the cycles with Dad one Saturday afternoon. He was working with just his cutoff blue jeans and a pair of boots and shirtless. His gorgeous chest was muscular, bulging, sort greasy looking hairy, and I wanted to grab Rodger and start licking his body, but that was a dream. I always thought he was a real lady killer, just eye candy for me.

    The you can look but don’t touch kinda guy, Oh Yeah, theres something else that Rodger had that made me weak in the knees, he had the most outstanding bulge between his legs I had ever seen, every time I saw his huge bulge layeing to the left side of his zipper and down Rodgers leg, I would visualize his cock in those cutoffs and end up running to my bedroom dropping my trousers and stroking my hardon untill I shot a load of cum all over the floor, or whatever was in front of me.

    ‘Hey Tommy!’

    ‘Yeah Dad,’

    ‘Bring me those two coolers from the garage, and theres bags of ice in the freezer too.’

    I did as I was told and carried in the two coolers. I put the beer and wine coolers in the coolers, and Iced them down.

    ‘Every thing was set for tonight,’ Dad was really pleased.

    The phone rang and my best friend Vince called and ask me if I wanted to go see a movie, and then spend the night, ‘Sure man, I was going to feel like a second left foot at Dads party anyway.

    Well we went to the Movies and I enjoyed the movie with Vince, and then something happened and he got a call from his mom and had to hurry home.

    I guess it was almost midnight, Vince ask me if we could take a rain check on the sleepover, I had no problem with it, the party at home was probably winding down anyway.

    I got to the house and there was only one Cycle setting in the driveway anyway. I just supposed that all the guys had left except Rodger, because it was his bike, I recognized it. I had seen it loads of times, and had even rode on it a few times, It was one hell of a Harley.

    I noticed the patio door was locked from the inside and the kitchen light was off, I thought Dad and Rodger was in the family room.

    I took my shoes and went to the garage and went thru the garage door, since I have a key for it.

    I heard the T.V. on in the family room and thought they were in there, it was empty, The living room was empty, they were not outside on the patio. I thought maybe they had left. I decided to get a coke from the fridge and go on to my bedroom and maybe just stroke off and go to sleep, I needed a good nut emptying anyway.

    I went up the little carpet covered stairway and heard some sounds coming from Dads bedroom, which was at the end of he hall.

    I could hear some funny grunting and groaning sounds but not really voices saying anything, I got up almost to the crack in the door of his bedroom, there was a little light coming out of the crack and I Heard a mans voice ‘Oh Fuck man, Oh Jesus,’ I recognized the voice as Rodgers. I crept up to the door and just gently pushed it opened a little and I almost fainted, I gasped, but not loud enough they heard me. and I saw my Dad, on his bed on his hands and knees and Rodger had one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen up my Dad’s ass. I almost passed out, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and they were both really into it, Dad was grabbing around behind him and pulling Rodgers ass tight into his, and Rodger was fucking his ass like a Downtown Whore.

    I had never thought I would ever see anything like that, especially with my Dad, I just stood there watching the two of them fucking and groaning and just totally into this sex act.

    The more that I watched an watched and heard, the more I got excited, I realized that I had sprung a bid hardon, pushing out my pants like a tree limb.

    I was so turned on by what I was witnessing, I slipped off my shorts and took out my cock, now standing at a good seven and a half inches, leaking pre-cum from the excitement, and I was licking my lips almost biting my tongue as I stroked my cock like a wild man, god I was turned on, the feeling in my cock was building up the more I listened to Dad and Rodger fuck. And then I Heard Rodger just start sounding like a bear growling, as he shoved his big cock into my Dads Ass hole and held it there as his body jerked and pumped cum into Dads asshole.

    I heard my Dad say, ‘God Damn man, that was awesome Rodger, a lot better than last time,’

    ‘Last Time, how fucking long has this been going on,’ I wondered.

    I quickly got done shooting my load and wiped it up with my tee shirt, which I had taken off, and jumped back to my own bedroom door.

    I went in and got my clothes changed, I thought they had done and was finished and dressed.

    I decided to go down to the kitchen and when I got to the kitchen I was only wearing my briefs, I got to the kitchen and there was Dad and Rodger locked in an embrace kissing and rubbing all over each others still naked bodies. My first thought was how awsome Rodgers body was.

    My Dad saw me and froze, there they stood both naked, with their arms around each other and Dad said,’Tommy, I had no Idea you were home, This isn’t what it looks like,’ His face was red and he looked like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

    I just smiled and said, ‘Yea Dad and neither was what I saw going on in your bedroom either was it?’ I just smiled, ‘Hey Dad it all right, I’m gay too and if I hadn;t had to come home tonight me and Vince had planned to suck and fuck each other silly tonight too.’

    Dad just smiled and said,’Tommy, your Gay?’

    ‘Yeah sure am, have been all my life, and now I know where I got it.’ I love you Dad. And Rodger, OOOHH LA LA, your sure one hot looking dude.

    Rodger smiled and tightened up his muscles and said,’Hey man, thanks I have always thought you were hot looking,’ Dad said,’Carefull Rodger, that my son.’ and started laughing. I just walked over and grabbed Rodger by his cock and said, ‘I have always wanted to see this thing,’

    Dad looked over and said, ‘Now Son, you can touch it tonight, but it belongs to me.’

    Well I guess you can tell where this is leading but that is in the future.

    To be continued.


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