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The sky is gray and ominous, and a rumble of distant thunder breaks the silence. I watch as a squirrel scurries across the lawn to seek shelter from the coming storm. The wind tosses some leaves across the patio into the pool and a chair flips over from its force. The coming storm is just a reflection of the storm that has been brewing in me for days. I slightly turn my head as I sense his presence as he enters the room.

‘Kevin, I am leaving now,’ he says.

I look for a brief moment, nod, and then turn back to the window as he turns and walks out of the room. I faintly hear has he closes the front door, as he exits my home and my life.

‘Goodbye Clark, my love, my sweetheart.’ I say to myself as the tears start to fall.

I think back to the day we met and how full of life we were. It was our first day of college and we were roommates.

‘Hey I’m Kevin Jones,’ I tell him.

‘Clark Jenkins,’ he says with a smile that could melt ice.

‘Where are you from,’ I ask.

‘Omaha Nebraska, you.’

‘AUSTRALIA PERTH,’ I tell him studying his masculine form.

We were freshmen at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst. We hit off straight from the start. He was so handsome as he stood there putting away his things. I could not keep my eyes off him. This was going to be a long year I thought to myself as I notice his hard round ass. He stood a good six foot five to my five foot seven. He has a football players build as compared to my swimmers build. Where my hair is black hair and my eyes blue, his is blonde and green. As he finishes putting his away and he turns and he says.

‘Hey, want to go get something to eat?’

‘Yeah, I haven’t eaten since this morning and I’m famished.’

We walk across campus to the cafeteria to see what is on the offering for dinner. We survey our choices, decide that we should maybe venture out, and find something more eatable. We head back to my car and drive down to route nine to a place I had found earlier that day.

‘Where we heading,’ he asks.

‘To Pete’s Drive-In,’ I tell him. ‘It’s a nice hang out and good food. A lot of us students eat there, and it’s fast and convenient to school.

We drive to Pete’s and we talk about our lives back home.

He tells me tells me about his sisters and how they fussed over his leaving home to go off to school. He talked about how he had a football scholarship and that he never had time for a girlfriend. I told him how I had been the captain of my school’s swim team and had made state champions three years running.

‘You have a girlfriend now,’ he asks.

‘No not at the moment. Like you, I never took the time to develop any serious relationships with a girl.’

We get to Pete’s and we order and grab a booth. We see many fellow students from Umass and other area colleges having something to eat also. They finally call our number and we go up and get our order. We eat and talk more of our interests and future goals. When we finish, we head back to our room and just hang out for the rest of the night.

He looks at me and then says to me after a bit.

‘Hey, back home I usually hang around in my underwear when I am in for the night. Do you mind if I do that here?’

‘No, not at all, Clark. I usually do the same at home. I have no one to see me at home so I usually walk around like that most of the time.’

With that said he jumps up and starts to undress. I try not to watch but cannot help myself. I steal a quick glance here and there at him. He strips down to his white boxer briefs and I can see the outline of his cock in them. I quickly turn over to hide my excitement so he will not see what he is doing to me. He sits back on his bed and we start to talk once again.

‘This just feels so much better than being all dressed up lying on the bed.’ He tells me as he adjusts himself.

‘Yeah I know what you mean.’

‘I notice you haven’t set up your computer yet. Do you want some help with it? I am very good at that shit.’ He says to me jumping off the bed and going over to my Computer.

‘That would be great if you don’t mind,’ I tell him still not able to get up.

He gets down on the floor and starts to hook up wires and I lay on the bed watching.

‘Can you hand me that wire,’ he says to me and I panic because I still have a hard on from watching him.

‘Yeah, I guess,’ I tell him and get up hoping he does not notice my rod.

I hand him the wire and my cock is just inches from his face. He looks up at me as he takes the wire and goes back to hooking up my computer. I quickly go back to my bed and lye down. He finishes it and starts it up and the screen comes to life. As he waits for it to boot up he sits on the end of my bed.

‘Did I do that,’ he asks me, and turns and smiles.

‘Do what Clark,’ I say somewhat puzzled.

‘Your erection you are trying to hide.’

I am so embarrassed now my face feels hot. I can just imagine how red it is. I cannot look at him or even answer because of my embarrassment. He reaches over, rubs my ass, and says.

‘I know how you feel, you did that to me earlier.’ He says

as he lies down beside me and kisses my hair. I look up at him and his eyes are like pools of water, reflecting the thoughts that I feel.

‘Really, I gave you a rod earlier,’ I ask.

‘When you were hanging up your poster of Mark Spitz, your ass just drove me wild,’ he says to me.

I roll to my side and we face each other and embrace. He stares into my eyes for a moment, and then lowers and gives me a kiss. His kiss is a kiss of first love, because this is the first guy I have ever kissed. His tongue gently presses against my lips and they part to let it in. Our tongues they search out each other and they do the tango of love. His hand gently runs through my hair as my hands discover his chest.

‘You are the first man I have ever been with,’ he tells me.

‘I have never been with a guy before either.’ I respond and

I kiss him back. ‘I am not sure what to do, are you,’ I ask him.

‘Not really, but I am sure we will soon find out what to do.’

He takes me in his arms and we kiss, as we tightly embrace each other. His taste is sweet and his lips full as I tenderly bite on them. He kisses his way down to my chest and he softly caresses my nipple, while his fingers play with my other one, gently pinching it. He continues to suckle my nipple, and I moan from the feelings it gives. My fingers run through his hair as he leads me to places I have never been. He kisses his way back down to my naval and his tongue plunges deep into it. My back arches up and I am in heaven from the pleasure he is giving to me. He moves further down to my soft hair that surrounds my manhood and he buries his nose, inhaling my scent for his mind. He sits up and lifts up my stiff manhood and just stares at it for a while. He then slowly goes down and envelopes the head, running his tongue around the base of it. He then takes and swallows my cock down to my bush and then slowly comes back up. Over and over, he does this until I am ready to come. He senses my closeness, lifts off my cock, and takes my balls into his mouth. He slowly rolls them around and sucks as he pushes a finger into my hole.

My ass lifts up in surprise as new feelings run through my body. He moves his finger around until he finds my prostate. He puts in another finger and soon begins to work both around. I am so close I don’t know how much longer I can hold off and I tell him so. He pulls out his fingers, sits up, and spits into his hand. He works it into my hole and puts some on his cock. He moves closer to me and positions himself and he gently pushes against my tight hole. I push back and his cock’s head breaks through, and I cry out in pain, and he stops to let me relax. He slowly starts to fuck me, pushing a little bit more in with each push. He is fully in, and we find our rhythm, and we fuck with no cares at all. He kisses me as we make love and my fingers run through his hair. My legs are around his waist and I use them to pull him into me.

‘Deeper Clark, fuck me deeper and harder Clark,’ I tell him, and he picks up his pace. He is pounding away at my ass and I am meeting each push with my own. I am close and I arch my back as I shoot my load all over my chest.

My coming tightens my ass around him, and he is soon filling me with his seed. He is pounding me deeply as he fills my tight ass, soothing the fire within. He collapses on top of me and we get lost in a kiss, lost in the new love we found. When we finally calm down we just gaze into each other’s eyes and we sigh with the pleasure of the moment.

‘Pretty good for our first time, huh,’ he says still looking at

me.

‘Excellent topper for your first time.’ I tell him and then kiss him.

‘Oh Clark, what have I done, my love,’ I say to myself.

‘Why have I driven you out of my life now that I need you most.’ I continue to watch the approach of the storm, and drift back to a sweeter time.

‘Are you sure its safe here Clark,’ I ask him looking around. We are under the bleachers and its nighttime just after a night game. Clark is still in his uniform and his cock is standing tight against his pants.

‘Everyone is gone and the team is inside in the showers,’ he says as he undoes his football pants. He pushes them down and then his jock, cup, and I drop to my knees.

‘Well keep your eyes open and your mouth quiet,’ I tell him knowing how noisy he can be when he gets a blowjob.

He has always wanted to have sex under the bleachers he said to me. He says it makes it more exciting knowing you could be caught. I told him that we could be expelled if we were caught.

‘All the more exciting,’ he says as I take his cock into my mouth. I quickly start to suck on his cock and he pulls it out and says.

‘Slow down Kevin, I want to make it last a bit,’ he says.

‘Well don’t take forever then.’ I continue to slowly now suck his cock, taking my time to taste his sweetness. I stop when my nose is buried in his bush and I take in the scent of my man. It is musk mixed with sweat and I inhale his sweet scent making a memory for my own personal stash. I drop his hard manhood, take one of his balls, gently roll it around in my mouth, and then do the same with the other one. He is moaning in ecstasy as I again swallow his cock And start to suck for his sweet nectar. He is moaning more deeply now and I can sense he is close as I quickly apply more pressure. He irrupts like a volcano deep into my throat as I swallow all he will give me. He is just about done when from behind me we hear.

‘My turn next gay boy.’ I jump to my feet as Clark quickly pulls up his pants and Tom Martin comes out of the shadows. He walks over to us and he looks at us and says looking at me.

‘My turn I said fag, now drop to your knees.’ Clark looks

at Tom and says.

‘Hey Tom lets not do this, he isn’t like that.’

‘Well from where I stood I would say that he is most definitely like that. If he doesn’t suck my cock then I am going to the coach and reporting both of you, got it.’ He says as he starts to pull down his pants. I start to drop down to my knees and Clark grabs me by the arm.

‘No Kevin, this was my idea to do this. If anybody is going to suck this prick it is going to be me.’ He says and drops to his knees.

‘I don’t give a fuck who sucks my dick as long as someone sucks it, now get going fag.’

Clark took Tom’s cock into his mouth and quickly chomped down on it leaving teeth marks and drawing blood. He got up as Tom fell to the ground in pain.

‘Now go explain that to the coach, asshole. If you say anything about what went on tonight here it will be the last time you ever say anything, got that fuck head.’ Clark says putting his arm around me and leading me away.

‘Wow, my man,’ I say to him with a smile. ‘I told you I didn’t want to do this here.’

The clap of thunder brings me back to the present and I move away from the window. I go over and start a fire, and I sit in my favorite chair. The storm is getting closer, as lightning lights up the room.

‘How strange my life has turned out,’ I say to myself.

I stare at the fire and I once again go back to a time when

Clark and I had nothing to face but time and love. We had been out of school for quite a while, and we had gone to Cape Cod for a long weekend. The weather was great and I had just found us a great house to buy. We decided we needed to get away because it had been a long time since we had last had a chance to have a get-a-way. We stayed at one of the local hotels in P-town and got there on Friday afternoon. After we checked in, we went for a walk and me another couple walking the beach. We were holding hands as we walked along and as they approached, they stopped and talked.

‘Hey guys, where you from,’ they ask.

‘Boston, where you guys from?’

‘Plymouth, just up the road,’ they say. ‘I’m Paul and this is

Justin,’ Paul says.

‘This is Clark and I am Kevin,’ I say to Paul and Justin.

‘You here for the long weekend?’

‘Yeah, then back home.’ Justin says. ‘How long you have been together?’

‘Almost two years,’ I tell them. ‘What about you two.’

‘We just met last year and moved in together last month. We hope that it last as long as you two,’ Paul says kissing Justin.

We walk along together for a distance and Paul says to us.

‘You guys want to play around later?’

‘What do you mean by play around,’ Clark asks.

‘You know swap partners.’

‘Listen Paul that is why we have been together for nearly

ten years. We are exclusive to each other. We don’t share

one another.’ He says and we walk off leaving them behind. ‘I love you Kevin, and I don’t want to share you with anyone else.’

‘I don’t want to share you also stud man. I do like to show you off though. Your hot body turns a lot of heads here.’

‘Well my little stallion, you aren’t exactly turning them off either with your looks and body,’ and I take him I my arms and we kiss as the sun is setting on the horizon.

‘How I wish we could have those days back. When all we worried about was what we would do next.’ I thought as the thunder now was right overhead and the rain came down in torrents. It was a simpler time when we gave of ourselves.

We were concerned for each other’s happiness.

‘I never stopped loving you Clark,’ I said aloud. I got up and went downstairs to get a drink and the lights flickered and then went out. The storm was now pounding away at the house and I could feel it shake. I grabbed a glass of

wine and went back upstairs, as lightning lit my way and

the thunder shook the very foundation of the house. I sat

back down before the fire and took a sip of my wine. It brought back a time when we celebrated an anniversary.

It was our second anniversary and we had gone to Montreal. Clark

had made reservations at the Hotel Laurention in downtown

Montreal. We were sitting in bed with a bottle of wine, he

filled our glasses, and we lifted them in toast to our

anniversary.

‘Happy Anniversary babe,’ Clark says

‘Happy second year love,’ I say and we clink our glasses

together and we drink to us. We put them down and we

kiss. ‘I love more today than I did when we first started

living together love.’

‘You have made me complete Kevin. My heart holds

nothing but love for you, babe.’

There were no lights on in the room but that of the candles

that he bought, and the glow cast a softness to his face. I

took him into my arms, held him, and whispered softly in

his ear.

‘My love, my heart my husband, you have given so much to me. Today we celebrate more than two years together; we celebrate a lo

ve that has survived time. I love

you more than my own life love. You have made me

whole as a man and as a lover.’ I took him in my arms and

we kissed so passionately, we kissed the kiss of love. I

kissed and nuzzled his neck and then I dropped to his

nipples and kissed them. I sucked and I gently bit on them,

making sure to arouse him with pleasure through them. He

moaned deeply as I sucked on them as his fingers ran

through my hair. I looked into his eyes and then kissed him

again more deeply then even before.

‘I want you to make love to me my love,’ I tell him. ‘I

want to feel you deep inside me as you fill me with your

love seed.’

He got up and I lay on my back, as he sat between my legs.

I brought my legs up and held them to my chest, as he

lubed his fingers. He slowly pushed in one finger and

started to work it around. He quickly found my special spot

that always drove him insane. He then put a second finger

into me, and he started to work it around giving me

pleasure I never knew. I was moaning and I knew I was

close.

‘Clark, fuck me love, I am so close babe.’ I tell him.

He pulls out his fingers, moves closer, and positions

himself to me.

‘Are you ready my love, are you sure,’ he asks.

‘I have never been more sure of anything in my life.’ I say.

He slowly pushes in as I push out and the head pops in.

My head lifts up off the pillow in pain and he stops and

then pulls out.

‘No babe, put it back in,’ I tell him. ‘Just give me a minute

to relax. I never realized how much it hurt the first time.’

‘I don’t want to hurt you babe. I can bottom if you want.’

‘No I need and want to feel you in me. I want your love to

fill me.’ I tell him.

He slowly puts his cock back in and waits for me to relax.

When he senses me ready he slowly pushes in and then

stops to let adjust. We do this for a while until he is fully

inside and we begin to make love. He slowly pulls out and

then pushes back in and my hips rise up to meet him. We

find our rhythm and we are fucking away to the beat of our

hearts and our breathing. He lowers his lips to mine and

we kiss, as my legs wrap around his waist. I can feel him

so deep inside me as he hits my prostate with each thrust.

‘Clark I’m coming babe, oh fuck it feels so good babe.’ I

cry out in my pleasure as I come.

I shoot volley after volley of my seed onto my chest as I

tighten around his manhood. I can feel his cock swell and

then he erupts, filling me with his love. He shoots and

shoots his seed deep inside with each push that he gives my

ass. He pushes away until he has no more to give and he

slowly pulls out. He drops to my chest and we kiss our

kiss, as my seed spreads between us. My arms cling to him

for I never want to let him go. We ride out the tide of our

climax, we embrace, and we tenderly kiss.

‘I love you Kevin, my love, my man.’

‘I love you also Clark, my heart, and my soul.’

Boooooooooom, as the thunder rocks the house again, as it

once again rocks me back to the real world.

‘How stupid I have been to have ever let you go, my love.’

I say aloud. ‘I should have never let you walk out that

door.’

The storm is more intense now as it picks up wind speed. I

try to turn on the radio, but remember that the electricity is

out. I know we have a battery operated one somewhere,

but damn if I can remember where. I take another sip of

my wine as I watch as the fire dances in the fireplace.

Clark would always sit with me whenever we had a storm.

He knew how much I hated storms and I always dreaded

them. He would take in his arms and hold me tight, until

the storm passed. Why did I lie to him and tell that I no

longer loved him. He could see I was lying, he could

always see right through me. Like that time I tried to

surprise him on his 25 birthday with a party I think to

myself.

‘I want to take you to dinner tonight for your birthday,

love.’ I tell him. ‘Your 25 is a special birthday and we

should go out and celebrate.’

‘We never go out on our birthdays,’ he tells me. ‘We

always stay home and make love.’

‘Well not this year, lets start a new tradition.’ I counter.

‘Why?’ Is all he says suspiciously.

‘No reason love, I just want to take you out for a nice

dinner and then we can come home and make love.’ I tell

him.

‘You are lying, I can tell.’ He says looking at me straight

in the eyes. ‘Look me in the eyes and tell me why you want

to go out.’

‘Babe come on, don’t you trust me?’ I ask slightly

avoiding his eyes.

‘I said to look into my eyes, Kevin.’

‘All right, I want to take you out, ok,’ I say looking right

into his eyes. ‘Now can we go it’s getting late.’

‘Late for what,’ he asks.

‘Oh fuck, you aren’t ever going to go unless I tell you the truth, are you.’ I say in frustration and he just nods yes. ‘I have a surprise party planned, and the guests are waiting.

Ok, you happy now that you spoiled your surprise.’

‘I didn’t have to have a party babe, I would have been

content to spend it making love to you.’ He says as he

kisses me.

A siren goes off in the distance, and it snaps me back to my

senses. What is that, I think to myself. A siren is for

warning of .oh my God a tornado. I get up from my chair

and turn off the fire, and head down to the basement. I am

halfway down the stairs when I hear a rumbling like a

freight train. I freeze in my tracks as the house starts to

shake and the roof starts to come off. I grab my head and

lye on the stairs as the walls begin to collapse. My God,

not this way, I pray to myself. Please Lord do not let me

die. Suddenly the stairs collapse, and I fall with them down

into the basement. Rubble from the rest of the house

begins to fall down upon me, and I fear for my life. When

finally the tornado has passed, I realize I am alive.

‘No one will know that I am here alone,’ I think to myself.

‘Clark has left and he will not be around to help. Why did I

have to be so stubborn? Clark, please come back and I will

tell you the truth, love. Please Clark if only so I can tell you

how I truly feel before I die.’ I start to cry from the pain in

my heart as I feel that I have lost Clark forever.

I must have been hours because it is light now, I think to

myself. I must have passed out or fallen asleep. Why has

no one come to look for me? Someone must have missed

me or have thought to search to see if anyone was home at

the time.

‘Kevin, can you here me.’ I hear a voice say. ‘Kevin babe,

its me Clark where are you.’

My God, he came back for me my heart jumps for joy.

‘I’m here Clark, in the basement.’

‘Don’t move babe, help is on the way. Are you alright?’

‘I think so just buried in debris. Don’t you come for me, it

is to dangerous.’

It is a while later and I can here rescue workers as they

work to get me free. It takes them many hours until they

finally reach me. A man in a black and yellow suit comes

down on a rope, and starts to slowly clear away the debris

that is covering me. I am finally free and he ties a rope

around my waist and they pull me up to freedom. The day

is sunny and not a cloud in the sky as I see Clark with a

smile come running. He grabs me and holds me as if

letting me go, he will loose me forever.

‘I am so sorry Clark for letting you go, but mostly for lying

to you about why.’ I tell him

‘Kevin, are you all right babe,’ he asks. ‘Nothing broken.’

‘No love, nothing broken but my heart, when I thought

how I lost you forever. We need to talk love about why I

drove you away.’

‘I know why babe, I found out yesterday just before the

tornado hit. I went to see our doctor, and he told me about

you prostate cancer. Do you think that sex is all that

matters to me in our relationship, Kevin Dylan Jones? I

married you for in sickness and in health babe. Doctor

Mathews told me that you are in the very early stage of it,

and it can be taken cured most likely.’

‘I am so sorry for not trusting your love for me. Will you

forgive me love? I know I was stupid to drive you away,

but I thought that if I could not make love anymore you

would not want me. That was something that I just could

not bare and I felt that if I drove you away you would not

have to make that choice. How did you figure out

something was wrong?’

‘Your mood changed so drastically after your doctors visit

that I figured it had something to do with that. I never once

believed that you had found someone else. I always know

when you lie to me babe.’ He says and he kisses me so

intensely that my heart beats twice as fast. ‘Now lets go

find a place to stay, babe.’

‘I love you, Clark so much.’

‘I know babe, I know.’

The End of part one.

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‘Matt?’ John said. ‘Is this your room?’

‘Yea. When I told the clerk that you had recommended the lodge he told me that you were due in tonight. I bribed him into putting you in with me. I hope you don’t mind.’

‘Fuck no, just get your sweet ass over here and give me a kiss.’

I walked up to John and we kissed passionately as we both stripped off his clothes. He ordered room service for dinner and as he ate I asked him about his son.

‘Oh, he’s still asking me to let him suck me off.’

‘Are you going to let him?’

‘I told him that when he turned eighteen that I’d consider it. I just hope I can wait that long. He loves jerking off in front of me or sucking his buddies while I’m in the room.’

‘When will he turn eighteen?’

‘In five months. Whenever it happens, he’ll get the shock of his life when I start sucking him while he’s sucking me.’

‘So that’s how you’re going to let him know that you are into guys also?’

‘Yep. Can’t wait to see his reaction.’

When John had finished we immediately headed for the bedroom and were soon in a hot sixty-nine, eagerly sucking the hot fluids from the other’s cock. Before cuddling and going to sleep we each fucked the other.

The next morning we had another sixty-nine before breakfast and then relaxed by the pool for a short while. John asked if I had visited the ‘Dungeon’ and I said no. He led the way and I followed.

As we approached the ‘Dungeon’ John said, ‘There is only one rule for what goes on in there. All parties involved in any activity must all be agreeable to what is being done. Nothing can br forced on another.’

‘Good rule,’ I said as we entered.

The ‘Dungeon was one large square room. One area had slings for fucking. Another had any and all types of bondage gear, including whips. Another had several tables for guys to get on to be fist fucked. Then one corner was tiled and was called the ‘Wet corner’. It was for any and all water sports.

we looked around and saw a couple of guys in slings getting fucked by a large number of other guys. As we walked up, John asked, ‘May we join?’

‘Sure, no problem,’ one of the guys in a sling said. ‘Hey guys, let the fresh meat in.’

The others stepped aside and made room for John and I to fuck the two guys in the slings. And fuck we did, hard fast and deep.

After we had climaxed, we wandered over to watch a guy get fist fucked by a couple of guys. Just as we walked up one guy slid his hand up the victims ass and it was soon followed by one of the other guys hands. The guy on the table had two fist up his ass at the same time.

As we neared the Wet corner, John asked if I had ever done any piss play.

‘No, but it looks hot.’ I watched as four guys were pissing on this one stud that looked like a body builder. As the guys pissed on his head, face, and body, he suddenly opened his mouth and when it was full, he swallowed. ‘Yea, give me you piss,’ he said before drinking more.

To aid the pissers, there was both water and beer readily available to drink. Guys were drinking both rapidly before draining their bladders.

‘You want to join in?’

‘Do you?’

‘Yea, but I want to be receiving for a while.’

‘You get pissed on?’

‘Yep, I love it,’ he said and stepped onto the tile and knelt down. Immediately, guys started pissing on him, starting with his head andface and letting it run down his body. I stood and watched and after a minute or so John opened his mouth and one of the guys that was pissing on him stuck his cock into John’s mouth. John closed his lips and I could see him swallow. My cock was again rock hard and when the guy pulled out I started pissing on John. He smiled at me and wiggled his tongue. I put my cock into his mouth and as I let the flow continue, he eagerly swallowed.

When I was through, I knelt beside him and began getting hosed down. It was fucking hot and erotic. Piss flowed from my head down and I licked my lips to get a taste. Surprisingly, it wasn’t bad. I opened my mouth and took some in and swallowed. John saw this and got up and began pissing on me, aiming for my lips. I opened again and he stuck his cock in, quickly filling my mouth. I swallowed until he was finished and pulled out. I stood up and walked off the tile to where John was waiting.

‘That your first time?’

‘Yep, for all of it.’

‘What did you think?’

‘Surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad. It is a turn on.’

‘Just don’t try drinking a guys morning piss for a while. It’s extremely strong and not many guys can drink it. I can’t.’

We walked under the shower heads furnished to rinse the piss off of your body before going back outside.

John and I spent the afternoon in our room having sex with two guys we met at the pool. After they left, we ordered dinner sent to the room then John and I had sex until after midnight.

The next morning we both headed out with me on my way to San Diego. I drove steadily, stopping for food and gas and an occasional blow job when I found a participant.

When I arrived in San Diego, I called Bear and he told me where to meet him. It was about noon so we had a quick bite to eat then I followed him to his brothers place and of course we immediately had sex. We were both sitting naked on the sofa drinking a beer when his brother got home. Bear introduced me and shortly after the brother’s lover arrived.

Together we all prepared dinner and afterward, I told Bear that I wanted to watch two brother go at it. They readily agreed and soon they were both in a sixty-nine. They didn’t climax but held off and came up each others ass when they fucked each other. The remainder of the night was one big orgy. I sucked and was fucked by all of them and loved it.

I spent three days with them before heading back to base. I stopped a couple of days to see Dad and Don and of course there was sex there. I get a boner everytime I think of sucking my dad’s beautiful cock.

I arrived back in town with a week left on my leave. It was about noon so I stopped and picked up a few groceries and headed for Buck’s place.

I hid my car in the brush behind his house so he wouldn’t see it when he arrived home. I prepared dinner and was waiting in the living room when he came in. He opened the door to find me in his recliner, my cock sticking straight up like a flag pole.

‘Matt, damn am I glad to see you,’ he said before literally picking me up and kissing me. ‘I’ve missed you.’

‘I’ve missed you also. Now go get showered. Dinner is ready.’

By the time I had the table set, he returned from his shower nude also. We sat and ate as he asked question after question about my trip. I filled him in on every detail. He was more turned on by the fact that I found out that my dad was gay also and that I had engaged in sex with him.

After dinner, we sat cuddled together on the sofa when he suddenly said, ‘Matt, I can see us together like this forever. I know that we only had sex that one night but I’ve know you for years. I realized after you left on your leave that I love you.’

‘Buck, let’s not rush it. I care deeply for you but we have to make sure. I’ll be here with you this week then I’ll be staying on base and we can date.’

‘What ever you want. But what are you going to do after you get out?’

‘FInd a job somewhere.’

‘Let’s just hope it’s here,’ he said.

Three days later he came in all excited. He said he had a guy come into his shop for a minor repair and he was with Intel Computer Industries and said that they were building a research and development center here in town. Buck said he told him about me and that I’d be getting out of the Marines in three weeks and was trained in computers and needed a civilian job.

‘Matt, he’s staying at the Regency Hotel and wants to talk to you at ten tomorrow morning.’

‘Buck, you’re shitting me?’

‘No baby, I’m dead serious.’

I met with the man the next morning and stopped by the garage to tell Buck the results.

‘Well?’ he asked as I walked into the garage.

I smiled and said, ‘I’ll start out basically as personnel manager after I get out then once they open, I’ll be Supervisor of Research and Development.’

‘Damn, that’s great. You’ll be right here at home.’

‘Yes, after a while.’

‘What do you mean after a while?’ he asked.

‘When I get out he said to take two weeks and get settled, then to report to him in the Denver headquarters for eight weeks of training. I’ll be gone two months.’

‘Yes, I’ll miss you but knowing that you will be back will get me through it. Let’s go out to dinner to celebrate.’

‘Okay, but where?’

‘Leave that to me. Just be ready when I get home.’

I was ready and once he had showered and changed, we headed out.

‘One of the few guys that I do have sex with around here owns a restaurant. It has some small private rooms for couples. You’ll go in and ask for Joe and give him your name. He’ll show you to the room. I’ll come in the back door. No one will know that we’re together.’

‘You sly devil,’ I said.

It all worked perfectly. Joe had the door to the restaurant locked so we could not be disturbed and gave strict orders to the waiters that only he himself would wait on us.

After my week with Buck, I returned to base and checked back in. The next day, I was called to the base Commandant’s office.

I reported, saluted and was told to stand at ease. I did and the commandant told me to relax and have a seat.

‘No formalities, okay?’ he said.

‘What ever you say, Sir.’

‘Matt, you’ve been invaluable to our organization. Is there any way I can talk you into re-enlisting?’

‘No sir, I’m sorry. I’ve managed to survive barely survive two tours in Iraq. I’m not going to press my luck. I’d rather fight it out in the business world. In fact, I have a job waiting for me when I get out.’

‘Congratulations. May I ask what it is?’

I filled him in and he said that he knew that I’d do well.

I was dismissed and returned to my duties. Several evenings a week I would visit Buck and grew more fond of him each time.

The day arrived and normally you are processed out with nothing more than receiving your discharge and a goodbye.

Today however, I was told that the Commandant would see me and give me my papers.

I reported and when I saluted, he smiled and said, ‘There is no need for that. You’re a civilian now.’

‘You don’t know how strange that sounds,’ I said.

‘Matt, I wanted to give you your discharge personally. All your superiors have rated you tops in their units for dedication and hard work. In this envelope with your discharge is a personal letter of recommendation from me. It was a pleasure for me to write it.’

He handed me the envelope with my discharge papers and continued, The Marines need many more men exactly like you.’

‘Sir, if you really knew me you wouldn’t say that.’

‘Why is that?’ he asked.

‘Sir, three months into that last tour in Iraq I realized that I was gay and had been for quite a while although I had never acted on it. I think that I’m proof that gays can serve honorably in the military.’

‘Were you a practicing gay in Iraq?’

‘Yes sir, but not with any other military personnel. I met an Iraqi young man my age and he brought me out. I’m glad he did.’

I wasn’t about to mention my former Captain, and I knew that since I had my discharge in my hands, there was nothing he could do to change my status from honorable.

‘Matt, I’m totally shocked. If anyone else had told me about you I’d have called them a liar.’

‘Sir, not all gays are what people normally think of when they hear that a person is gay. Most of us in act are very masculine and straight acting. Will that be all sir?’

‘Yes, it will, Matt. And use that letter whenever you need to. This conversation never took place.’

‘Thank you sir.’ We shook hands and I saluted him one last time before leaving.

I returned to Buck’s and when he came home I smiled and said. ‘Free at last!’

I spent the two weeks with Buck then flew to Denver. I completed my training just as they were ready to hire for the new office. I returned and went straight to work. After the first week as Buck and I had dinner, I looked at Buck and said, ‘Buck, I think this will work if you still want to give it a try. I love you>’

Matt, I love you more than you’ll ever know. I want us to be together forever. I’ll like calling you my other half and life partner.’

‘What about others in town? Will it affect your business if they find out that you’re gay?’

‘It might some, but I don’t give a shit. There are enough open minded people for me to survive.’

‘What about you?’ he asked.

‘They know. When I started my training they asked if there was anything that they should know about me regarding health or any thing else and i was honest and told them that I was gay and living with another man that I hoped would be my life partner.’

‘What was their reaction?’

‘They said that they didn’t have a problem with it as long as it didn’t affect my work. I assured them that it wouldn’t.’

I called dad and told him the news about Buck and I and he and Don both congratulated us and asked if they could visit soon. We said yes. I then called Bear and invited him to dinner. When he had arrived we told him and he was glad for us. We assured him that he would not be left out of some of the fun.

That was ten years ago. Buck and I are still together and Bear has also moved in with us, not as a partner, but as a friend. He is now out of the military and working as head of security at my office. Dad and Don visit regularly and all of us are happy and content. Buck and I are even considering adopting a child.

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I woke up in the hospital. ‘oh my god.’ my body ached all over. Then I remembered why I was there. I was riding my bike and had got hit by a car. I looked down to see my right arm in a cast along with my left leg bandaged up. I had a headache and didn’t feel well. I looked to my right and noticed a sheet of paper with all of my info on it. ‘aawww man!’ I thought. Suddenly I felt the need to pee.

I tried to pull my self off of the bed but failed. I looked around and saw a button on the side of my bed that had a nurse on it. I pressed it and no more then a minute later did a young man come in. ‘hi, umm the doctors busy but I’m a nurse, do you need anything mr. Lopez?’ he said. I read his nametag. Mike. ‘call me rob first of all. Mr. Is so formal’ I said laughing. He laughed too. ‘well it’s sort of personal. I kinda need to pee.’ I said. ‘well I can help you if you’d like. Here let me help you up.’ mike said. He pulled me off the bed, supporting me with his muscular arms.

We walked into the bathroom and he closed the door behind us. He helped pull off my hospital gown and pulled me closer to the toilet. ‘would you like me to well…you know hold it?’ he said. ‘yeah please. Sorry I just am so used to my right hand and my left is sore.’ I said. He held up my 6in penis while I started to pee. Surprisingly he didn’t take his eyes off of it. I moaned from the feeling of emptying my fluids. Mike looked at me and smiled. I smiled back not knowing exactly what his smile meant. ‘wow you have a thick cock.’ he said. Surprised I replied ‘uhhh ya I guess.

My girlfriend hasn’t let me use it on her lately if you know what I mean.’ we both looked down at it. Neither of us had noticed that I had stopped peeing. Another thing I don’t think neither of us had noticed was that my penis was getting hard. Scared I looked at him. He smiled at me again and said ‘well if you want I can help you with your girlfriend problem.’ I never thought about a man sucking my cock. ‘ok. I guess.’ I said. He got on his knees and licked the head of my penis. ‘oh god that feels good already!’ I said. He just smiled. Then he started sucking on it. Fast and hard.

My penis went from semi-hard to hard in about 10 seconds. I was in heaven. Then I started to use my hips with the same rhythm as him. I was face fucking him hard. He then started to deep throat me. This my girlfriend had never done! It felt so good. I held onto the back of his head pulling his hair lightly. ‘suck it good!’ I almost screamed. I could fill it coming. ‘I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!’ I yelled. He kept sucking even he knew that I am gonna cum, I started shooting so much of my man juice. He swallowed everything and sad such a sweet cum. He got up and kissed me hard. I kissed him back. He kissed way better then my girlfriend.

Then he said ‘we better get you out there before someone notices your gone!’ we helped me put on the hospital gown and back onto my bed. ‘thanks by the way. That felt really good!’ I said. ‘no prob! It was my treat!’ mike said smiling yet again before leaving the room. I sighed. ‘Was getting hit by a car worth this…YES!’ I thought.

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Once upon a time there was a poor widower who lived in a tiny cottage along with his 18 year old son jack. Jack was a very handsome young lad who only loves to work hard and because of that he had a beautiful body.

Even though he was hard working there was still so much more work to do even before they would get little cash he and his poor old father worked day and night for some money.

One day his father called him

Jack ‘we are all out, I can’t work anymore I sold all my belongings

And still we are so poor I have tried my best now I am giving up please go and sell this cow for the best rate and bring me the cash. He said in a very sad tone.

‘But dad that’s the only thing we have left now what are we going to do after that’ ask jack

His father just sighed and left.

The very next morning jack got up and left with that cow. He walked all the way down to the market and waited long for the best rate , Everyone came and ask a different price but nothing pleased jack he waited and waited till the market closed still there wasn’t any good price.

Sadly he walked back home he wanted to take the longer route back home while walking he felt the urge to urine, he just stopped and started urinating in the near by bush. ‘Aahh so good to let it out ‘ He moaned. WOW!! Someone said .

Jack freaked out and screamed you saw my ‘wee wee’.

That weird hot guy came closer and said ‘Hmmm hot farm boy, I said wow to the cow over there not to your wee wee he said with a grin on his face. Jack quickly put his dick back in and asked him what’s the best price you can give for this cow .’ Hmm well I exactly cant give you money but I can give you some magical beans if you plant them you would be the richest guy in this town’ he said.

Well are you sure about it jack was doubtful. The guy just started to walk away, jack ran behind him ‘ok ok I am sorry ‘. Can I have that beans he asked.

Well yes of course in exchange of the cow, But there is a problem you will have to do something else he said ‘Huh what u mean , You want me to sing Hannah Montana songs’ Jack asked curiously . ‘ha-ha’ he started laughing no the magical beans is somewhere in my body and he have to search it out yourself.

Jack said well ok , that hot weird guy moved really close to jack as Jack was a typical farm boy he never knew anything about sex or gay sex you wont believe it but I swear he don’t even know how to masturbate. So jack slid his hands in that weird guys shirt and start to press his nipples hard and ask that guy ‘hey is this the magical beans??’ Well if you want to know press it harder I can’t tell you. Hmm I guess not said the weird hot guy he ask jack to press his other nipples to find out whether the magic beans is there. Jack was pressing and squeezing that weird hot guy’s nipple. And that guy was moaning away happily. Jack stop pressing and asked moan what that sounds. That man said well its nothing If u want I can give you a Hint try going lower.

‘Hmm this low’ jack had his hands over that weird guys dick , He started moaning ‘ ooohhh yeaaa its somewhere around there u have to find It out your self why not you try squeezing it first. That weird hot man was really enjoying this his dick was growing big in his pants, jack cupped his balls and started to play with it and ask him well is it here?. Still moaning with pleasure that weird guy told jack to open up and see what’s in there. Jack unzipped his pants and that weird guys sprang right on jacks face, Jack didn’t know what was happening to him his dick was growing big too. Jack still holding the weird guys dick he asked him ‘ come on man where is the beans I am getting a felling that you are cheating me’ ‘oh no I am not, ok fine I will get to the point if u suck on that thing as hard as u can and you will be able to fine the magic beans’.

Without saying another word jack started sucking it hard while sucking he cant resist it his hands automatically went down to his pants and started took his cock out and started shaking it hard. The weird hot guy loved all this he started fucking jacks face real fast , jack loved that guys dick in his mouth he wanted more and more so he kept on sucking hard. That weird guy was getting close he was moaning loudly he asked jack ‘baby do you want to have something hot and sweet in your mouth now ?’ . Jack nod his head and started sucking faster the weird hot guys dick grew bigger and he moaned even louder and something short in jacks mouth , ‘HMMM I love it I want more jack started moaning and sucked the still cumming dick ‘. That hot weird guys dick was getting soft jack wasn’t gonna let it out he was still sucking on it hard . That hot weird guy pulled him up and hugged him tightly jack didn’t know what was happening to him but he loved all this very intense feeling he just wanted more when something weird happen the hot guy started to kiss jack. After a few seconds jack started to kiss him back both their tongues playing around in each others mouth. That weird hot man saw jacks still hard dick , he hugged jack from his back and started jerking jacks hard dick , jack loved it he was getting close the weird hot guy was jerking him off from the back and was kissing all over his neck.

Jack let out a loud moan and started cumming everywhere , the weird man was still jerking him off hard. Some cum was on that guys hand he quickly started to lick his hands and said ‘ wow baby your cum taste like heaven’. Jack was trying to recover from his first and best orgasm . They got dressed and the weird hot man handed a few magic beans to jack and left. Jack run home happily to inform his father what happen.

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Carter sat in the shed, his favourite private place, where he kept his cigarettes and porn mags, and watched. His father came out at one point, looking for him. He saw his father standing there on the patio, fat and balding, wearing that ridiculous long tailed wedding suit, calling Carter’s name, and cursing under his breath. A woman’s voice, one of the aunts, maybe, shouted out something about not being able to wait any longer. His father said something about ‘the ungrateful little bastard’ and Carter smiled to himself. Carter was nineteen years old, and he had no interest in spending the day at a ridiculous wedding service, or watching various elderly relatives drink themselves under the table.

He heard voices, and car doors slamming, and then the noise of the procession of limousines creeping away, and then there was silence, just some birds singing in the bushes, a perfect, quiet summer afternoon. He decided to give it a few more minutes, and then he would go back inside, and maybe watch some TV.

There wasn’t as much room in the Limousines as expected, so Peter said that he would lock the house up and follow along in his own car. He waved the party off and tried to mask his relief that he now had an excuse to delay going to that ghastly ceremony. He pulled out a packet of cigarettes. In a way he was glad, he didn’t understand why his sister was remarrying, or why she had invited him to the ceremony; they hadn’t exactly been close over the last few years. The bloke she was marrying was at least ten years older than her, this would be his third marriage, and he had children from both the previous ones. He drove a big ugly Bentley, worked in some sort of financial business and he seemed weak. Peter really didn’t know what he was doing there.

No, he would just sit this one out, he would not be missed. He’d just pop into the reception later, maybe, just to be polite. He turned and looked at the property behind him – well, if nothing else, this bloke seemed to have done alright for himself, It was a big, detached house, surrounded by gardens. Peter was amazed the guy had just given him the keys and the alarm code, and asked him to lock up – it’s a good job Peter was trustworthy. Peter smiled. For his sister’s sake, he decided that he would abuse that trust and go and explore this house, to find out some more about this man.

Peter and Carter practically walked into each other in the hallway. Peter had been exploring upstairs, and Carter had just let himself in through the kitchen door. Neither was expecting anyone else to be in the room. Carter jumped, nervously, but Peter remained calm. He examined the youth standing before him, sizing him up. The boy looked like a typical middle class boy, with his floppy surfer hair, wearing a suit that his aunt had probably made him wear, but was already looking dishevelled. Good body on him, though, he thought, and that suit actually emphasised it. Wiry and fit. Maybe in the last teens or early 20’s. That would make him the son from the first marriage, he thought. He had heard all about him recently, about how he would be going to college next year, but for now was happy to laze about the house, doing nothing.

‘You must be Carter’ Peter Said. ‘I suppose that makes me Uncle Peter’

Carter opened his mouth for his usual brand of smart-arse reply. Carter, like many people his age, had no way of judging how old the man was who stood in front of him. All he knew was that he was old, maybe his father’s age, and balding. However, unlike his father, this man had something in the way he stood, something in his attitude, which made that smart ass reply dry up in his throat. The man somehow dominated the hallway, and Carter could only manage a feeble ‘what?’

‘Seeing as my sister is marrying your father today, that makes me your Uncle’ Peter said. He took a drag on his cigarette.

‘My Father doesn’t like smoking in the house’ Carter said

Peter offered the pack to Carter, who smiled, and took it. The guy seemed cool.

‘What kind of a name is Carter, anyway?’ Peter asked

‘My real name is David’ Carter said, struggling to light his cigarette, ‘…but I like Carter better’

‘Fair enough, Carter’ Said Peter. ‘So, why aren’t you at the wedding?’

‘Why aren’t you there?’ Carter replied.

Peter took a drag on his cigarette. Carter had finally lit his, and made an act of being a regular smoker, which he wasn’t. He managed to avoid anything as uncool as coughing, but he wasn’t a natural. The two of them stood there in the hallway, just chilling, for a few minutes.

‘So’ Peter asked, ‘What were you planning to do for the rest of the day?’

Carter considered for a moment. ‘I was gonna watch TV. Maybe go on the Playstation, or…’

Peter interrupted. ‘Those weights, down in the basement. All that Gym stuff. Do you use them?’

‘Yes, sometimes…’ Carter answered.

‘Why don’t you show me how you use them’ Peter said, stubbing out his cigarette in a flowerpot.

The basement was the kind of place that rich people build for themselves and then never use. Big and brightly lit, with all kinds of sports gear, and a big TV, and a bar. Peter had seen the man of the house, and he was pretty sure he never spent any time using this exercise equipment. It was clear from the posters on the wall and the general disarray that Carter had taken it over for his own use, for entertaining his teenage friends. In one corner of the space was a big set of weights. Carter and Peter went straight over to the weights ‘So, show me how you use them’ Peter said.

Carter felt a bit weird, with this stranger standing there, but the guy seemed OK, and he was an arrogant 19 year old boy, pleased with the way his own body was developing, and he felt like showing off at any opportunity. He took off the suit jacket and the red tie, which he dropped to the floor, undid the first few buttons of the shirt, and went to the bench. The weights already loaded on the bar were pretty light, so he decided he would show off some bench presses.

Slipping under the bar, he got into position and lifted the bar a few times, being cool, showing off. Peter sat down on the stool by the side, and watched. Carter was commentating on his own lifts, boasting about how easy it was, and about how many reps he could do, and what sort of weights. He exaggerated freely. The whole time, Peter smiled, and listened. When Carter had finished posing, and had stood up to put the jacket back on, Peter spoke.

‘So, show me’, He said.

‘Show you what?’ asked Carter. ‘I just showed you’.

Peter smiled, but it was a cold, calculating smile. ‘You showed me how you can lift a bar with these little weights on it, and yet you said you could lift two times that weight, and you can do it 100 times, that’s what you said. So show me’

Carter picked up on a tone in Peter’s voice, and for the first time, he was a little concerned. Who was this guy ordering him about, in his own basement?

‘I don’t think I want to right now’ Carter said.

‘I see’ Said Peter. ‘So that was all bullshit, was it? You can’t really do those weights. So you just lied, then, did you? You can just lift these little girl weights, is that it?’

Carter blushed with anger. ‘I said I can do it, and I can do it’

Peter simply gestured with his hand to the bench. Carter looked into Peter’s cold blue eyes.

‘Alright’ he said, angrily. ‘I don’t lie. I’ll show you’

He threw the jacket onto a chair and picked up some additional weights, which he loaded onto the bar. He slipped back underneath, lowered the bar off the pins and onto his chest, paused, and began. When he had been boasting earlier he had stated a weight he had lifted and the maximum number of reps he had performed – what he did not say was that he had never done both together; the hundred reps was of a very much lower weight. At first he had no problem, but as he went on, he began to struggle. Pools of sweat were forming in the armpits of the shirt. After about 25 lifts he stopped for a break.

‘That’s not 100’ Peter pointed out.

‘I know’ Carter said, between gasps. ‘I’m pacing myself’

‘Maybe it would help if you took the shirt off’ Peter said, coolly.

Fuck that, Carter thought. I’m not stripping off in front of some guy. But the truth was, he was quite aware of the way the formal dress shirt had gone from clean and pressed dress wear to an uncomfortable, tight and clinging impediment.

He felt there was a certain indefinable tension in the room, and a little voice inside him advised him to go with it for now. He sat up, and unbuttoned the shirt, and slipped it off. He walked across the room and placed it on the sideboard. Peter admired the young body in motion, and saw that the boy definitely had some good muscle definition on him, although he could do with some more. While the boy’s back was turned Peter slipped off his own belt, and curled it up in his hand. Carter walked back across the room to the bench. He was nervous, and he crossed his own arms in front of his stomach. Even so, there seemed to be a slight swagger to his walk. Carter sat down, ready to continue.

‘And the trousers, too’ Peter added.

‘No way, Man’ said Carter, standing up. ‘I’m not stripping off. What are you, some sort of fag?’

Peter’s response was firm and strict. ‘I’m you new Uncle’ Peter said, ‘And I’m going to be around a lot from now on. Your Father’s probably already pissed off at you for not going to the wedding, but not nearly as pissed off as he could be. You might think things are gonna be the same as ever, and you can just spend your time loafing about, but things are gonna change around here. Now I can be your friend or your enemy, so just do as I say and your life will be a hell of a lot easier’

‘Fuck off’ Said Carter. He had had enough of this. He turned to leave. He heard a whoosh noise, and suddenly he felt a sharp pain across the small of his back. He yelped, turned and looked in amazement at Peter. Peter was holding both ends of his belt in one hand, so that it curled and formed a thick leather strap. Peter had whipped him with this strap across his young back.

‘Oww! What did you do that for?’ Cried Carter. He had been brought up in a pampered, sheltered environment, and his parents had never raised their hand against him. This first experience of corporal punishment was more shocking than painful, but even so, tears began to well up in his eyes.

‘That’s the problem with you rich kids’ Peter said, coolly. ‘No discipline. Now I want you to strip off those suit trousers and get under that bar, and give me another 25, minimum. Or, you’ll get some more’

‘You can’t do that’ Carter whinged. ‘My Father will…’

‘You father will what?’ Peter asked. ‘He’s off on his honeymoon tomorrow with my sister. Do you think he’s gonna want to listen to your whining? Now get on with it’

Carter was afraid of this strange man, he didn’t want to be down here alone with him. The whole atmosphere in the room had suddenly changed – the single swipe from the belt had not been hard, but it had been shocking. He thought briefly about running, but thought better of it. Reluctantly, he undid the trousers, and let them drop to the floor. Peter looked at the boy, dressed now only in his socks and his tighty whities. He kicked the suit trousers away, and gestured for the boy to get back onto the bench, and the boy reluctantly did so. Peter instructed the boy to begin, and he told the boy to count off as he went.

‘One’ Said Carter, his voice breaking from emotion.

‘Have some respect for your elders. Say Sir when you are talking to me’ Peter advised. He was staring at the boy’s crotch, and the outline of Carter’s cock showing through the fresh white material.

The boy began to sob, and counted off as instructed. ‘Two, Sir, Three , Sir’

He reached around 18, and began to seriously struggle.

‘What’s the problem, boy?’ said Peter. Carter had not been called ‘boy’ for many years. He lowered the bar to his chest, and sobbed.

‘I can’t do any more’ He cried, between gasps for breath.

In response, Peter took the belt strap and rested it on the boy’s flat, muscled stomach. As he talked, he moved the belt around in a circular motion, caressing the skin around the navel. ‘I want 25 from you, boy…’ he said, ‘…You said you could do 100, so 25 should be no problem’

‘I was wrong’ Carter gasped. He felt the belt on his stomach, and realised for the first time that, with the weights currently resting on his chest, there was little he could do if his new Uncle decided to strike him on the stomach. He decided to plead. ‘Please… please Sir, let me stop’

‘So you lied to me, did you, boy?’ Peter asked, calmly, still rubbing the belt over the boy’s navel, feeling the nervous, jerky movements as the boy tried in vain to shy away from it. He moved the belt lower, so it bumped against the top of the skimpy white briefs, where a couple of stray pubic hairs could be seen emerging from under the waistband. He toyed with the boy for thirty seconds, as he scanned the room, looking for a suitable place to begin the next phase. He noticed a solid pillar which seemed to be holding up the ceiling near the centre of the room, it was about half a metre square. That would do, he thought.

‘Alright’ Peter said. ‘Put the bar back on the pins and sit up’

The boy gratefully did as instructed, although it was a struggle lifting the bar. The boy sat up, and rubbed his arms, assuming his punishment was over.

Peter picked up the boy’s discarded bright red tie from the floor, and stood up. He grabbed the boy forcefully by the wrist, and made him stand up too, before he pulled him across the room. The boy was struggling and pulling against him, but Peter was determined, and he had no problem getting the boy over to the pillar. He roughly pushed the boy, face first, against the pillar and instructed the boy to put his arms on either side of it. After a bit of struggling, he securely tied the boy’s wrists together round the pillar. The boy twisted and pulled but was not able to get free. Returning to the barbells, Peter picked up the bar which the boy had just recently finished lifting, and brought it over to the pillar, placing it on the floor behind the boy’s feet. Using his own tie, and a carry handle from a sports bag he found lying near the weights, he securely tied the boy’s ankles to each end of the bar, leaving him spread-eagled uncomfortably. All the time, the boy was asking him what he was doing, and what he intended to do. He did not answer until the boy was securely tied in place. He took a moment to admire his handiwork – the boy’s naked back was now fully exposed and defenceless, and only those tight white briefs protected the firm skin of his ass.

‘You were lying, and now you need to be punished for that lie’ he said. ‘Were you ever spanked, as a child?’ Peter asked. The boy shook his head, nervously.

‘Well you are going to get a spanking now, a good, firm spanking which will hopefully teach you some respect. Your back and your ass is going to be bright red when I’ve finished with you’

The boy began begging him not to do it, but Peter just smiled his cold smile, and ran his hand over the boy’s back, feeling the bumps of his spine, and the strong muscles which were currently twitching and pulling as the boy vainly tried to escape. He fondled each buttock, one at a time, firstly through the material and then yanking down the briefs as far as they would go, leaving the fine globes fully exposed. He caressed them briefly. He prepared his belt.

‘This is going to hurt, boy’ He said. The boy was still begging, promising to try better next time, when the first strike hit. Peter was not putting anything like his full strength into the blow, he intended to build up the impacts bit by bit, but the boy still yelped. He struck again, and then again and again, alternating between buttocks, raining down a dozen blows before pausing briefly.

‘Is that beginning to sting, boy?’ He asked.

‘Please, no more Sir, no more’ Carter cried. His eyes were red with tears. He had never experienced anything like this, he was shocked at the impacts, and the way the pain seemed to intensify for the next few seconds after each blow, getting to a level that was almost unbearable; he was also embarrassed by the fact that his butt was now naked, and full of revulsion from the man’s touch. He could not believe this was happening to him.

Peter leant in close, so that he could whisper to the boy. He cupped one of the boy’s tender buttocks in his hand as he talked.

‘Oh no, boy’ He said. ‘This is just the beginning. We have a long way to go yet’

‘He took his hand away, and then slapped it back against the buttock, firmly, getting another yelp from the boy. He slid his hand in between the boy and the pillar, and found the boy’s cock. This really caused the boy to jump, and he fondled the skin between his fingers as the boy tried unsuccessfully to pull away.

After a few seconds of fondling, Peter knew what he must do. He removed one of his own shoelaces and formed it into a miniature noose. He then picked up a small barbell weight from the pile by the barbell bench, one about the size of his hand, probably weighing only a few pounds. He looped the other end of his lace through the hole in the weight, and tied it off. Reaching again for the boy’s cock, he slipped the noose around the ball sack, and pulled it tight, so there was no possibility of it coming loose. Carefully he lowered the barbell weight and let it go.

The boy immediately tensed up and cried out, as the weight began to dangle from his ball sack. Carter tried all kinds of moves, trying desperately to get the weight off of his balls, but there was no escape. He wailed in misery as the weight pulled his crotch downwards. Peter watched the boy’s discomfort as he struggled and pulled against the offending object, and then he prepared his belt again. This time, he began lightly, and increased the intensity more and more, striking harder and more regularly, going up to twenty strikes, and then on further, faster and harder, whipping and thrashing the exposed flesh, which was already going a bright red. He alternated a few blows onto the boy’s back and the back of his thighs, before returning back to his prime target with a couple more meaty swipes. The boy was yelping and crying loudly now on every strike.

Peter carried on as long as was necessary, and then stopped. The boy’s backside was a vivid red, and strike marks across his thighs and back also showed up clearly. The young stud was crying and sniffing, and began dancing from foot to foot due to the stinging sensation from his arse. Peter did as any good uncle should. He removed the weight from the boy’s cock, untied the boy’s feet and his hands, turned him around and began hugging him. The boy pulled away at first, but Peter held him tight, and the boy eventually began sobbing into Peter’s shoulder, as Peter made reassuring noises.

‘You’ve had your punishment, now you will have your reward’ Peter said. He took the boy over to the weights bench, and told him to lie down on his back. The boy meekly did as instructed, although it took him a long time to actually sit, as the pain from his backside made it almost impossible. Peter nursed him down, and told him to raise his arms to the pins which until recently had been holding the barbells. Peter carefully tied his hands to the pins. He also tied the boy’s feet to the legs of the bench. The boy was afraid that Peter would begin beating him again, but Peter quietly reassured him that the beating was over. No, now the boy would get his reward.

The boy was now firmly tied. Peter pulled the white cotton jockeys down to the hunk’s knees, and examined the limp cock. Peter pulled up a chair next to the tied hunk’s body, and sat down. He was getting comfortable, because this was not going to be some quick shag, no, this body, with its beautiful muscles and youthful form and definition, deserved long and detailed attention ‘Have you ever had sex with another boy?’ Peter asked. Carter vigorously shook his head.

‘How many times have you had sex with a girl, boy?’ Peter asked. ‘And be truthful, now’

Carter swallowed, nervously. ‘Two, sir’ he said.

‘Tell me about them’ Peter said. Carter began describing the first girl, about how he met her, and other details.

‘No, boy, tell me about the sex’ Peter said.

Carter, embarrassed, began telling about bringing the girl to this very room, and about how they played games, and then ended up on the sofa, watching a movie, and began making out. As Carter described their first kisses, Peter moved his hand onto the boy’s cock. Almost immediately, he felt the flesh begin to respond to his touch. The boy gasped, but Peter insisted he continue the story, and Carter continued his repeat of the events, with Peter occasionally interrupting, asking details such as the colour of her underwear, the smell of her skin etc.

Carter felt his own cock go hard in the man’s hands. He had never been interested in sex with a man, but this man had an experienced older man’s touch – he knew how to get the most sensation from every stroke, every touch of a finger on bare young flesh.

Peter began masturbating the boy, slowly, ever so slowly. He knew what he was doing. He knew that a young inexperienced boy like this would come quickly, so he was careful to monitor the boy’s breathing and movements – he had no intention to allow any premature ejaculations.

Carter felt the pressure building inside him as his cock was expertly stroked. He began sighing and panting. He wanted the hand to begin to move faster, but it kept up its slow, methodical pace. Carter felt himself sweating, and realised he would shortly ejaculate. His chest muscles began to tense, and then… the hand withdrew. Carter wanted to shout out – please finish me!!! But Peter had stood up, and gone over to the fridge behind the bar, where he was preparing himself a drink! Carter struggled madly, trying to release himself from the bindings, but he had been tied by an expert and was going nowhere. He felt himself going off the boil – all he wanted was for the hand to return, and continue, but that wasn’t happening.

Peter let the boy calm down a bit as he sipped his drink, and then he returned to the boy’s side. He took the ice cube from his drink, and ran it across the boy’s nipples, down his chest and across his rippled stomach. He avoided the boy’s rock hard cock, which bounced up and down like an attentive dog, ready for petting. He waited a good five minutes. Then, he took the cock and began again with the slow, careful stroking.

Carter’s brain was fizzing. He desperately wanted to come, and now the hand was touching him again, and stroking him again, he desperately lifted and dropped his hips, trying to accelerate the speed of the masturbation, but the older man simply adjusted his pace, keeping the pressure on but at a low heat. Carter felt himself beginning to boil again. He knew this time it would be a good, firm orgasm. He began to tense up again – and the hand went away again!

Carter almost screamed – what was this man doing? Couldn’t he realise what this was doing to him?

This routine continued for the next twenty minutes, the hand returning to slowly stoke the fires of Carter’s sexual arousal, bringing him up to temperature, taking him expertly just to the very edge of orgasm and then moving away. Carter had lost track of how many times it had happened, and now he had nothing else on his mind but being brought to climax. If the house caught fire now, his first concern would be to finish himself off, before trying to escape. As another climax was stalled in the final stages, Carter turned to his abuser.

‘Please sir, let me cum’ He said. ‘I can’t take it any more’

Peter smiled. ‘No, boy. Not yet, you are not ready. We have only just begun’

Peter was true to his word. He had experienced hands and he began to play the boy like a harp, toughing him with just the necessary pressure, in just the most sensitive places, making the boy groan and weep with a mixture of torment and pleasure. He kept the boy going for another twenty, thirty, forty minutes. He was a master in stretching these things out. By now, the boy was just a quivering wreck. His body twitched and jumped involuntarily, every touch from peter’s hand was like a lightning bolt through his nervous system.

‘I think you may be almost ready now, boy’ Peter said. ‘I expect by now you are getting to the point where you would do anything I asked, in order for me to finish you?’

Carter breathlessly agreed. ‘Anything, sir, anything, just finish me pleeease…’

‘So if I told you that you had to work out on this weight bench every day, increase your body size and strength, you’d do it’

‘Yes sir, yes sir’ the poor hunk panted.

‘And if I said you had to come to my house every week so that I could check up on you, measure and weigh you, and if you had failed to meet my standards you would be spanked again?’

‘Anything, Sir, anything…’

‘How about calling me master instead of sir from now onwards’ Peter suggested

‘Yes sir… Master, yes master, please just let me cum… Please…’

Peter looked the boy in the eye. ‘And when you come to my house each and every week, would you suck my cock, willingly? Or do anything else I ordered, without question?’

The poor helpless hunk did not want to answer. He had never even considered the thought of sucking off another man, especially one who seemed as old as his own father.

Peter smiled as he cranked up the tension further. ‘Well, boy?’ He asked. ‘If you want I can keep you going for another twenty minutes while you think about it?’

‘NO! Please no… Yes, I’ll do it. I’ll… I’ll…’

‘Suck my cock?’ Peter prompted. ‘Say it’

‘I will suck your cock’ the boy said, gasping. ‘I will suck your cock, master’

‘That is what I needed to hear’ Peter said. ‘And of course, now you have made a promise, you will keep to it, yes? You know the punishment for lying to me?’ The boy, ashamed, nodded his head, and promised. Peter was satisfied. He reached down to the boy’s cock, and began pumping it, this time firmly and quickly, with an ever increasing stroke. He saw the reaction on the boy immediately, as the boy arched his back and baled his hands into fists. The young hunk’s every muscle seemed to be tensioning at the same moment, and his eyes were slammed shut, his teeth bared, thick veins appearing in his neck as the sensation began to overwhelm him. Peter had a brief temptation to stop again at that point but he knew that would be unnecessarily cruel – there would be plenty of time to find this boy’s limits later. The boy began shouting at the top of his voice, screaming in ecstasy, all his fine muscles and flesh shimmering under a thick layer of sweat.

The ejaculation was enormous. An electric current ran through the boy, making him jump and twitch within his bindings as his cock let forth a powerful uncontrollable burst of semen, which marked the boy from shoulder to crotch. Another followed, and another. The boy wailed loudly, and crashed back onto the bench, exhausted, his fine body stained and marked with his own fluids.

‘That beats anything a girl has ever done to you, hasn’t it, boy?’ Peter asked. Carter said nothing, he was too exhausted, but inside, he knew what Peter said was correct. He had just been given, without a doubt, the best and most powerful ejaculation of his life.

Peter was satisfied with his creation. He leant forwards and, starting at the young stud’s shoulder, licked down the line of whitish fluid in one long smooth motion, all the way to the cock, which was still trapped within his hand. He took it into his own mouth briefly, before licking round the head and foreskin, getting as much of the precious fluid as he could. His own cock was rock hard and ready, and he was tempted to take the boy up on his promise of a blow job, but he knew now was not the time. Instead, he pulled it out and jerked it quickly with his own hand, until he spurted a good streak of his own cum across the boy’s chest. He stepped astride the boy’s prone body, and shook his cock until all the fluids had been dispersed over the boy’s skin then, sitting down on the boy’s stomach, he dipped his finger in his own cum and took it to the boy’s mouth, where he finger-painted it, ever so gently, over the boy’s lips.

The two of them stayed like that for ten minutes, without saying a word, before Peter untied the boy. Two hours had passed since the wedding procession had departed, and by now the ceremony would be over, the reception would have started, and the booze would be flowing. With a spot of luck, if they went now, they would just miss all the boring speeches. Peter asked the boy what he wanted to do. He was well aware that the boy could spill the beans of what had just happened to his father, and his father might actually even believe him, especially if he showed off those red marks on his skin. He would have to take that chance, but even if it happened, it would be worth it.

‘So, do you want to go to the reception?’ Peter asked. He knew that the boy, now untied, was free to do as he liked.

The boy looked up, into Peter’s eyes. ‘Yes, master’ he said.

Peter smiled. It looked like joining these two families together was going to be a good thing, after all.

THE END

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A warm October night in suburban Tokyo, 1am and quiet, as I neared the park entrance. The small toilet was on the right, just inside the gate. I went inside, put down my carry bag, closed the door, and took off my jacket and tie. Folding them on the small ledge as I stood on some newspaper, I removed my shoes and socks, undid my belt, and slid off my trousers, placing them on my shirt before I removed my underwear. I took a plastic package out of my bag and put my office clothes in the empty space. Opening the bag, I put the contents on a sheet of paper on the toilet seat. I started to get hard as I looked at my outfit for the night. Ignoring my coming erection, I pulled the tight black mesh singlet over my head and stretched it over my torso, making sure it was straight before I moved to the tiny stretch shorts. Two sizes too small and cut to the crotch, they had a little pouch to show off my cock and pads to show off my bum (which everyone said was big enough anyway!). I struggled into them, and once they were on I could feel them holding and shaping my ample buttocks. I pulled on my loose white ankle socks before stepping into the slightly heeled short black boots. All that was left was the silver necklace, a couple of rings, and my favorite bracelets. I put them on, folded up my day wear and carry bag, and put them in the shoulder bag I had brought along for the evening’s strut.

Transformation complete. I had spent the night before shaving my body, so my arms and legs were smooth and shiny in the artificial light, just like my crotch and arse. Not a hair anywhere, just skin, skin, skin….I left the cubicle, went to the mirror over the washbasin, took out some gel and arranged my hair, and then rummaged in my bag for the perfume, which I sprayed lightly around my neck before pulling open my shorts and squirting a shot into my groin and arse. My wife’s favorite. I wondered how she was enjoying ‘visiting her parents’.

She had left three days ago, and wasn’t due back for a week. I had put her in a taxi at the entrance to our apartment building, listening to her black high heels click on the pavement, watching her buttocks sway in her tight leather miniskirt, following her small bosom as it protruded from her clingy D&G top, and wondering where she and Steve would spend the time. Steve was her former boss. She had been fucking him when we met, she had fucked him just before we married, and she was fucking him now. Hell, go for it, I thought. I had pretty much lost interest in the marriage bed two months in (not that I had ever really been into that sort of thing anyway). The only way I got it up for her was to think about Hide, the gorgeous young Japanese guy who worked in my office, and the more I thought about him, the less interested I was in her. I knew she was going to see Steve because I had read her e-mail. (Never leave passwords lying around!) She told him that I couldn’t get it up, that I didn’t do anything for her when I did, that she missed his big American dick, and that she wanted him to fuck her stupid all week long.

Well, I hope you’re riding him now!, I smiled to myself as I did a final check in the toilet mirror, for a second imagining it was me and not her in the sexy outfit and high heels, opening Steve’s pants and popping his prime US beef into my glossed lips. (I wondered if she knew I wore her clothes and did it with guys.) One thing was missing. I rummaged around in the bag and pulled out a white studded belt, strapped it tight just above my shorts, took a deep breath, and went outside. Oh Hide, if you could see me now! Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I felt my buttocks bouncing in my little shorts as my heels hit the asphalt. It was 1.30am. I walked deeper into the park, slowly, deliberately, watching for signs of company. All quiet. I reached the small pond, put the bag down, leaned against the railing, and thrust my rear end out as I waited. It didn’t usually take this long. Wednesday night. Must be someone here…Nothing. I decided to walk around the pond, swinging my hips as I neared the turn in the path where a wooded area borders it. I stopped on the small wooden bridge. Still nothing. Damn! As I decided to try elsewhere, I heard unsteady footsteps. I didn’t look round, but waited as they moved onto the bridge and passed me. Just as I glanced at the figure moving away, he turned to look at me. Not what I had expected (or had really been looking for). A man in his mid-40s perhaps, short and stocky, unshaven, in a disheveled shirt and the baggy pants all Japanese laborers wear. He was slightly drunk, on his way home from a night with the boys, I imagined. He took me in from top to bottom and spat out a few words: ‘You’re a faggot, aren’t you’. Teeing up the enticing possibility of some rough action, I smiled and said ‘What do you think?’. ‘Hah, I know what you want. You want to suck cock, don’t you? You’re all the same!’ he leered. I smiled back suggestively and parted my lips ever so slightly. ‘Are you any good?’ he asked. ‘Why don’t you try me?’, I replied, shouldering my bag and motioning to the wooded area. ‘I’m not a fucking faggot’, he hissed, as he started to follow me. They never are, but they all want to stick it in my mouth!

As we entered the trees, he squeezed my shorts. ‘Nice arse’, he whispered, adding that he thought white guys were usually hairy. ‘I shave’, I said, ‘all over’. ‘Hmmph, damned faggot’, he grunted, and I could hear him unzipping his pants as we walked. ‘Stop there’, he said, and I did. Before I could turn, he put a hand roughly on my arm, pulled me around, grabbed me at the waist, and forced my shorts down. ‘Get them off and get on your knees’, he ordered. I stepped out of my shorts, my hard-on dangling in the night as I knelt to take him in my mouth. I have sucked lots of cocks, and can stretch a blow-job so long that guys melt with pleasure. Not this one, though. As my lips neared him, he pulled my gelled hair painfully, thrusting my face into his crotch. I could taste the unwashed cock and the traces of urine as he went deeper. I started to work him with my tongue, but he didn’t want the finer pleasures. Keeping hold of my hair, he started to fuck my mouth hard, grunting at each thrust as I struggled to accommodate him. I tried to ease backward to get some air, but he told me not to fucking move, to keep my mouth where it was, and to blow him until he came. Having little choice and turned on by his roughness, I closed my lips on him and let him fuck my mouth…hard, hard, hard. He got quicker and quicker, all the time pulling me to him, until finally he shot long and strong, deep into my throat. I was almost gagging, but he ordered me to swallow, all of it, every last drop. I did as best I could, and he finally let go. Coughing, I moved back on my haunches as he laughed at me. ‘How was that? Finally got a real man’s cock in your mouth, eh?, not some tiny faggot prick like you usually get.’ I could feel my cock harden as he spoke. I liked it rough, a few slaps, some dirty words, I liked it when a guy used me…and I liked serving this laborer. ‘Tasty’, I replied. ‘Oh, I’m not finished yet’, he grunted, and I saw he was hardening again. Oh fuck, this guy doesn’t waste any time, I thought, and started to get on my knees again. ‘No, this time I’m going to fuck you’, he said, ‘like a dog. Get on your hands and knees, sweetie, you’ll love this’. God yes, I will, I thought, and took up the position. ‘Come on, stick your arse in the air, you fag’, he snarled. Oh, it just gets better, I thought, thrusting my butt upwards. Ouch! He was straight in, no niceties, just a hard cock rammed into my bum and pumping. I had no time to feel pain. When I realized what was happening, he was well into his stride. ‘Like it?’, he panted as he held my waist and pulled me toward him as he pistoned me. ‘Oh yes’, I murmured. Oh yes, use me like a little slut, fuck me, burst my bum, shoot your jizz inside me. Then I came. I was so horny I shot my wad into the ground in front of me as his cock wrought havoc in my anus. The he came…another big load, deep inside me. (Damn, I wonder if all laborers are like this? Perhaps I should hang around building sites…) He thrust a few more times, and was done. Barely aware that he had withdrawn, I stayed on all fours, taking in my first time with a real working man. When I looked around he was gone, back on the path and heading for the bridge where our encounter had started. Getting my breath, I stood up, took some tissues from my bag, wiped my cock and arse, struggled back into my shorts, and rearranged my outfit. The clock in the park showed 2.15am. I thought of a room somewhere in Tokyo, where my wife would be dining on solid American steak. Then I thought of Hide, my young Japanese co-worker. And as I headed for the park entrance, quite happy with the night’s adventures so far, I dreamt a dream of tasty nights with him as the main course…

Dad was a staff Sargent in the British army, he was a shit, and a bully, who cheated on mum, when he wasn’t at work, he was drinking with his mates down the pub, he thought he was so macho, ‘gods gift to women’ as he used to say when mum wasn’t around, don’t know why? ’cause in civvy clothes he was nothing special, but in his uniform, the man was sex on legs, and he knew it!!!

One of dads many problems was, he didn’t know when to stop drinking, so every weekend his mates would carry him home, drunk, and mum wouldn’t let him sleep in her bed, (who could blame her) so were did he end up? with yours truly, this went on for years until one night a while back, just after my 18th birthday, I thought, Ive had enough of this! I was going to get my own back.

Dad was in bed with me, snoring his head off and I couldn’t get to sleep, I was feeling really horny and wished I was on my own so I could give myself some relieve, so I decided I was going to have sum fun with sleeping dad, and lifted the sheet of him to get a good look at his body, he has a good smooth chest, bit of a beer belly, but it was his cock that drew my attention, it was very dark and thick with a long foreskin and about 5.5 soft, I moved my hand to feel it and felt it twitch, his big hairy balls were laying underneath, so I rolled them in my palm, they were so soft and warm, and as I stroked his cock gently, it was getting harder and harder!

But as hot and horny as dads cock was, it was his arse that I was really interested in, Id lusted after it since I was 13, and now that I was 18, I was going to get my wish.

I pushed and shoved dad onto his belly and WOW! there it was, his great big hairy arse, it was everything I had dreamt of, I ran my finger over his bum cheeks and into his deep crack which was so hot and hairy, his hole felt so tight as I eased my finger deeper and deeper inside, I had to get in there, and soon!! my cock was throbbing and the hardest its ever been as I reached over to the cabinet and got the k.y out, I smeared a good load onto my cock and into dads hole, rubbing my finger in and out to loosen him up, and I got on top of him, my cock aimed at his hole, ‘OK dad! I wispeared, its payback time’ and eased my cock into him.

I thrust and thrust and eventually my cock sunk into him, but I had to go slowly as I didn’t want him to waken up, finally I was in deep, my balls resting on his balls, he moaned softly again and moved his bum from side to side, so I began fucking my dad, it was the best fuck I ever had, but I knew I couldn’t last long, I was too hot and horny, my cum raced up my cock tube and deep into dads bum, I lay there for a long time just savouring the glorious feeling of dads tight arse around my cock, eventually I pulled out and feel into a deep sleep.

In the morning at the breakfast table, dad came in rubbing his bum, he said he thought he must have had a dodgy pint last night as he had the runs and his bum was sore, I looked across at him knowing he was suffering with a hangover, I had a slight smile on my face thinking to myself, ‘no dad, it wasn’t the dodgy pint that gave you the runs! it was my hot cum’

I left for work the following morning leaving dad with a sore bum and a big hangover, serves him right I thought! for all the shit he heaped on mum and his cocky attitude, I was just sorry that I couldn’t tell him why he had a sore bum, that would have been the icing on the cake, but the next best thing to telling him, was the thought of next weekend, when I could do it all over again! how naive I was though, as your about to find out.

During the week, I could hardly concentrate at work and the nearer it got to Friday, the worse I got, but finally the big day arrived, when I got home from work dad was at the table getting his dinner, I sat opposite him and casually asked if he was going out with his mates? he replied ‘yes’ and told me to warm up his side of the bed and winked at me, that’s funny I thought, dad had never said anything like that before, but I didn’t dwell on it and let it go.

As usual dads mates came round for him and off they went to the pub, now all I had to do was wait, and sure enough just before 12pm dad stumbled through the front door and the by racket he made, I assumed he must be well gone, after doing his usual in the loo, he stumbled into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, I tried to wake him to get undressed, but he was completely out of it, nothing for it I thought, I’m gonna have to undress him myself, his socks and shoes were easy, his shirt was harder to get off as I had to roll him over twice, and dads not a small man, but off it came, if I had to tear the damn thing of his back! last but not least was his jeans, so with trembling fingers, I opened the top button, the zip was already down from his visit to the loo, it was then I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear! that’s strange, he never goes commando.

Gently I pulled the jeans over his hips and he moaned softly and lifted his bum up to help me, and there he lay, stark naked, just waiting for me, I remember thinking, this is gonna be better than the first time, I am so gonna enjoy this.

I pulled dads legs wide apart and moved up his body licking his thighs on the way, and when I got to his balls I sucked them one at a time into my mouth all the while watching to see if he was going to waken up? but the only thing that stirred was his cock! looking huge and angry, I aimed it at my mouth and sucked it hard! another soft moan, after licking his cock for a few minutes I rolled him over onto his belly so I could get a good view of his big hairy arse! I gently parted his bum cheeks and had a good sniff, then went to work with my tongue, I was as hard as a bar of iron, my cook oozing pre-cum as I worked my tongue around his tight hole, at the same time dad was gently humping the bed.

I couldn’t wait any longer, it had to be now or never, I had to get in there before I came all over his bum! I aimed my cock at his tight hole when suddenly dad said in a whisper, ‘not this time boy! this time its my turn’ I immediately froze on the spot, shit! what was going to happen now? with a drink in him he was capable of anything, he could beat the crap out of me,kick me out of the house, anything! and while I was thinking, dad flipped me onto my back, as quick as lightning and yanked my legs over his shoulders aiming his hard cock at my ass, Jesus! hes gonna fuck me! after a few hard thrusts! he was deep inside of me, it hurt like hell, but I couldn’t scream as that would have woke mum up, so I just had to lay there and take it, as luck would have it he didn’t last long, he was too horned up,and I soon felt his cum flood my virgin ass!

Then when he was done he left me there in agony, turned over and started snoring loudly! the pain I knew would soon go, but what would dad say in the morning? that’s what worried me!

When I woke up dad was gone, I was too scared to face him if he was at breakfast, when suddenly he burts into the bedroom with a mug of tea and a stupid grin on his face saying ‘hows your bum this morning son? I hope its not too sore, eh’ and with that he turned and left me thinking, ‘well so much for getting my own back’

No-one likes guard duty, it stinks, your stuck in the guard house for a 12hour shift watching your mates go out on the town, and then watch them roll back in, some legless, most drunk, a good time had by all, except you! and whoever your stuck with, and tonight I’m stuck with ‘Taffy’ oh he’s alright really, a bit dim sometimes, likes to brag that he’s done this, or been there, and he once bragged that he shagged a ‘Pam Anderson’ look-a-like, Yea rite Taffy! but there’s no harm in him really.

The lads trickled out of camp, and me and ‘Taffy’ settled down for a quiet night, we made small talk about families, girlfriends, careers, and finally sex, we play a few games of cards, I win again! read the papers, and listen to the small radio that were not supposed to have, and soon its nearly 12pm, the lads will be back soon, laughing and joking about the local girls they shagged behind the car park, for most of them though, it will be all in their heads, for one thing, they would be too drunk!

Yep here they come! laughing and joking with each other about their night of fun and stumbling through the gates, some being held up by their mates ’cause there legless, and some doing a small jig to some tune there singing to, wont be long before there in bed snoring their heads off.

The night duty can be so quiet, not a sound except the wind blowing or the odd owl hooting,but tonight the silence was shattered by some drunken bum screaming at the top of his voice and nearly shaking the gates of their hinges.

‘Who the fuck can that be at this hour? said

Taffy I’ll go out there and sort the bugger out soon enough’ and off he marches suddenly he’s back,’ hey you’ll never guess who that is at the gate making all the racket? only the bloody sarge!

‘Sargent Woolston’ the most hated man on the camp! the lads nicknamed him Wooly, but there’s nothing soft or warm about this guy, he’s a sadistic bully, you can never show him your weak spot ’cause he will exploit it to the hilt, Ive watched him make grown men cry on the parade ground and he loves it! his favorite form of humiliation is to walk right up close to someone who’s done something wrong and grab hold of their nipples and twist them hard! real hard! and dare them to make a sound, his other trick was to grab someone by the balls and squeeze them really hard! again daring them to make a sound, and this was the guy who was at the gate, legless and screaming up a storm!

‘That’s it! said Taffy, I’m not dealing with that drunken bastard in that state, no telling what he might do’ and with that, he grabbed the paper and headed for the loo, so it was left to me to deal with him, I got a mouthful of abuse before he was even through the gate, then another mouthful in the guard room, I just stood there and took it, I knew he would be off to bed soon and then things would be quiet again.

I tried to get him up off the chair to send him to his room, but by now he was nearly asleep, I was gonna need Taffy’s help, he was to big to carry myself, and how were we going to get him up to his room? someone had to be in the guard room at all times, bugger it! he will have to sleep it off here, so I literally had to drag him into the back room and throw him onto the bed.

When Taffy came out of the loo, he looked around for the sarge, ‘where is he, staggered off to his room has he? ha! if there’s any justice in this world, he’ll fall and break his bloody neck so he will’ but when I told him sarge was out the back, that was it, ‘fuck him! I wont be waking him up in the morning with a nice mug of tea so there’

So the night went quiet again, by now it was nearly 4pm, the camp was eerily silent, all we could hear was the sarge snoring loudly as I read the paper and Taffy tried to do the crossword, suddenly Taffy said, ‘you know boyo, now that we got the old sarge for the night, I think its the perfect opportunity to humiliate him the way he’s humiliated us all these years, what do you think?

‘OK Taffy, so what do we do? smack his arse like a naughty little school boy and tell him not to do it again, this is the sarge were talking about remember, besides, anything you want to do? you do on your own, Ok’

‘Yea alright boyo, I’ll just go and have a little chat with him OK, shouldn’t take too long, don’t worry I’m not gonna do him over, not the way you think anyway’ and off he went, leaving me to wonder, whats he gonna say to a drunk man whose passed out? but that’s Taffy for you.

A while later, and Taffy was still in the room with the sarge and Id not heard anything, so I thought Id go and see whats going on? I stayed listening outside the door and heard the sarge grunt a few times but nothing more, so I opened the door and there was Taffy, trousers down, and fucking the Sargent for all he was worth!

‘Jesus Christ Taffy! if they find out about this? were both in deep shit, it’ll be the end of our careers, that’s for sure, what if he wakes up? what if he twigs in the morning what you’ve done? you know the sarge, he’ll have our balls on a plate’ suddenly Taffy’s really going hell for leather, banging into the sarges arse, ‘Oh shit I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna shoot my hot load up the sarges tight arse! oh boy, If the lads could see me now, yea you sadistic bastard! take my load of hot spunk up you tight arse! ah, yea! yea! Ohh!

Suddenly Taffy collapsed onto the Sargent’s back, shagged out! as I looked at Taffy’s big hairy arse, I realised I had a huge hard on! fuck it! I thought, I’m gonna get some of that! so I told Taffy to get up, at the same time pulling my combats down, getting ready to fuck the Sergent, Taffy stood and watched me sink my cock into the sarges tight arse, I could feel Taffy’s spunk as I rammed my cock in, God but his arse was so tight! I wasn’t going to last too long at this, I was too excited, I was on the verge of coming.

And then I felt the familiar tingle in my balls, I was ready to shoot, suddenly it was rushing up my cock tube and blasting into the sarges arse! at last I was coming, seemed like gallons off the stuff, ‘Yea boyo, fill his tight arsehole with you hot load! said Taffy, I bet that’s the best fuck he’s had in his whole life, and he didn’t even know it! serves the evil bastard right’

But now we had to get a move on and get the place cleaned up, Taffy got to tiding up the room while I had the job of cleaning the sarges arse, and getting his trousers back on, afterwards we made a brew and waited for the sarge to waken up, we were both bricking it in case he twigged what had happened to him,we didn’t know then that we needn’t have worried, if sarge thought anything had happened? he never said anything as he staggered off back to his room at 7am. Taffy and me watched him walk off and looked at one another and Taffy said, ‘Jesus I wish we had had a camera last night, we could have blackmailed the bastard for years eh boyo?, and we had a good laugh, that was one for all the lads that sarge had humiliated, sarge left the army not long after that, no-one ever knew why? and Taffy and me were posted to different places, we never met up again, but I will always remember the ‘Welsh boyo’

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The grey room was exactly that – a small grey concrete room, with a simple metal bed and a couple of wooden cabinets and bookshelves. Henderson pulled Caleb reluctantly into the room, threw him to the floor and closed the door behind them. He went to the first cabinet and opened the door – inside Caleb could see various packages of clothes, all neatly pressed and sealed in plastic. Henderson selected a packet and threw it to Caleb.

‘Put those on, quickly’ Henderson ordered.

Caleb did as instructed, although he was surprised to be told to put on clothes – it seemed like forever he had been walking around in the nude, although it had really only been since last night. He opened the packet to find three items – a tight white cotton t-shirt, a pair of tiny white briefs and a pair of sports shorts, like boxers but made out of some sort of plasticky material, they were also white apart from two parallel back stripes running down the side.

The T-Shirt fitted easily, although it was very tight, and only long enough to reach to his navel. The briefs were a different proposition – they were at least a few sizes too small. Caleb was able to pull them up with difficulty, but they refused to go high enough to totally cover his manhood, and they left him with a good patch of pubic hair and skin showing at the base of his cock. They also felt horribly constraining, he hoped he wouldn’t have to wear these all day, or he might lose all blood circulation in his crotch. The sports shorts were also too small but compared to the briefs they slipped on easily.

Henderson watched the stud squeeze into his virgin suit and smiled. He returned to the cabinet with four pairs of handcuffs. Caleb was expecting to be ordered to lie on the bed, but instead, Henderson made him stand at the foot of the bed, and handcuffed Caleb’s left wrist to the bed frame, at a low enough height to force Caleb to bend forwards. He then roughly kicked Caleb’s feet apart, and attached handcuffs to his ankles, which he attached to metal loops set into the room’s floor about five feet apart. He attached the final set of handcuffs to Caleb’s right wrist, but did not attach them to anything for now. Caleb was going to need that hand free.

Henderson stood back, and admired his handiwork. Even though he despised these studs that the Master enslaved, he could not help admire the sight of this particularly beautiful young body, wrapped in white, waiting to be taken. He noted how broad and strong the boy’s shoulders and upper body was, compared to the narrowness and tightness of his waist, and how the skin of the legs and arms stretched and pulled to accommodate the large and powerful muscles underneath. He could not resist running his palm over the pert young buttocks, the shape of which showed clearly through the tight material of the shorts.

‘The Master will be here shortly’ Henderson said. ‘He will ask you some questions, there is only one answer for you to give, that is ‘Yes, Master’�, nothing else will be acceptable. He will then take this fine ass and make it his own – I suggest for your own sake you try and relax as much as possible when he takes you. Also, I recommend you try as hard as you can to make the experience pleasurable for the Master – you may hate the experience, but believe me it is nothing to compare with the experience you will have if he gets bored of you, and decides to give you over to the General, and all the other perverts on this island.’

Caleb whimpered at the thought ‘Please sir’ He said, ‘I don’t want this. Please let me go, I don’t want him to take me like this…’

Henderson felt no sympathy for the boy. ‘You will take your punishment and like it’ he said. ‘You are not the first to be tied here, and you will not be the last. You will accept that this is your destiny to be here, and you had better learn to live with it, or your time here will be long and hard’. Henderson went over to the bookcase and pulled out a large, photo-album type book, which he laid on the bed in front of Caleb.

‘Your Master will be here in ten minutes. Read this, you had better be prepared. Oh, by the way, in case you’re wondering, the Master has preferences about colours – he likes any slave who has never been taken from the rear to wear white’ Henderson said, and left the room.

Caleb pulled against his bindings, but without success, he was going nowhere. He looked up at the photo-album in front of him. Curious, he opened the book to its first double page spread.

The first thing that struck him was that, across one half page, there was a pair of skimpy white briefs, just like the ones he was wearing, except that the elastic along one side was split and torn. They were held in place in the album by staples. Surrounding the briefs, a selection of photos, firstly a candid, beach shot of a young guy, maybe in his late teens or early 20’s, smiling as he ran through the surf on the beach. The photo looked like it had been taken from a long way away, with a telephoto lens. The guy was tanned and fit, with clearly defined pecs and abs, strong legs and arms, and wearing nothing but a pair of swimming shorts. He had a mop of distinctive chestnut brown hair.

The chestnut brown hair was what identified it as the same boy in the other pictures, but these weren’t taken at the beach – most of the pictures were in a room just like the one Caleb was in now, and they showed the youth undergoing a series of perverse sexual acts and tortures. The expression on the boy’s face told it all – he was not faking this for the picture, it was obvious that he was really in the midst of either extreme discomfort or an extreme orgasm, it was difficult to tell which. One picture showed hot candle wax being dripped onto his chest, another showed a whip leaving one of several red marks across his back. Chains and ropes tied the stud in position as his abuser tormented him, and Caleb identified the abuser easily – it was the man who now was preparing to defile Caleb -the ambassador, Sir Harold – the one who was referred to as the Master.

Caleb flicked through the rest of the book, and each double page showed the same story – a different pair of briefs, sometimes white, sometimes red or blue, accompanying a candid shot of some young stud at the beach, and a varied and extreme selection of photos showing what happened to that stud at the hands of the Master.

There must have been a dozen different boys in the album, each undergoing a selection of wild and outrageous sexual acts. Some of the briefs stapled into the book were stained and dirty, all looked like they had been ripped or torn in one way or another – one pair was practically shredded to nothing.

Caleb turned to the last page, and confronted what he knew would be there – one picture only, of himself, Caleb, lounging on the veranda of the beach hut, probably taken only a day or two ago but feeling now like an antique from a past life, looking sun kissed and relaxed, his red Speedos covering up his manhood, his eyes closed as if sleeping, a cool drink by his side.

He realised then that he had been under surveillance for a while. He knew that these pages would soon be filled with pictures of him being tortured and abused, whilst the tight briefs he was wearing would be stapled into these pages, another trophy for his new Master. He looked up at the bookcase and saw now that the shelves were filled with twenty or so albums like the one in front of him, and he realised the scale of what he was mixed up in.

‘You can appreciate the importance of my endeavour, then?’ Said the Master’s voice from behind Caleb. He had slipped into the room quietly, and observed the boy reading the album. He too had been admiring the boy’s perfect body shape, emphasised beautifully by the tight clothing. The Master was already naked.

‘Yes, Master’

‘You understand that it is my God given duty to take unruly studs like you and break them down, erase their arrogance and ego and make them realise their true place in the world?’ He asked

Caleb swallowed. ‘Yes Master’ he said.

‘And you are now willingly prepared to offer yourself as a sacrifice, in order that you may be purged of your wickedness and trained to better serve society, as a slave?’ The Master asked. Caleb did not answer.

‘Answer me now, slave’ The Master ordered.

Caleb did not want to answer, but he did so, anyway. What difference would it make?

‘Yes, Master’ Caleb said.

The Master nodded in approval. He moved up behind the boy and took Caleb’s free right wrist, which he handcuffed to the bed frame. Then, he wrapped a strip of tape, also white, around the boy’s face, covering his mouth.

‘I will now begin the process of destroying your wickedness’, the Master said. ‘You will experience the revelation of my majesty, and you will forever more be in my debt. My seed will enter your body and begin reforming you from the inside out, removing your wicked temptation and turning you into what you have always been destined to be – a servant of society, forever offering up your filthy body for the good of others ‘ Caleb wanted to scream out – somebody rescue me from this lunatic! But the whole island seemed to be in awe of this strange, evil man, and Caleb knew that there was no rescue for him today. He had to cling onto that slender thread of hope from earlier, and ride out the storm…

The Master then began another detailed examination of the boy, running his hands all over the muscular chest and abs, whist at the same time pressing his crotch up against the boy’s firm buttocks. He admired the feel of strength beneath the cotton of the shirt and then, reaching the neckline, he ripped the shirt open to the belly, reaching in through the tear to rest his palms directly onto the firm flesh.

Caleb struggled, vainly. He despised the feel of the man’s crotch, even through the material of the shorts as he rubbed up against him, and he knew how vulnerable he was here, but he knew he would not be rescued. That album had explained to him how he was not dealing with some random abuser, who would make a mistake or suddenly change his mind, no; this was a determined and experienced fiend behind him, who would never stop until he was satisfied.

Caleb felt the remains of his shirt being torn away, and then felt eager bony fingers probing the elastic of the sports shorts, pulling and tearing until the material gave way, and the plastic layer slipped to the floor. Only the skimpy briefs defended him now, and they were already under attack, as one set of nimble fingers pulled and tugged, looking for weaknesses, whist the others busied themselves by probing for the boy’s cock, first stroking through the material, then finding where the shaft partly emerged from it’s too-small confinement, and feeling the flesh without mercy or compassion. There was hardly enough room for anything else inside the too-tight briefs, but the fingers made it inside, stroking and examining.

And then the briefs were gone too, torn away in a sudden sharp movement. Caleb felt his Master’s cock against his buttocks for the first time, hard as a broomstick. He heard some sort of squelching noise as the Master applied some sort of lubricant, and then the bony fingers were gripping Caleb’s butt cheeks, prizing them apart.

His instinct said to pucker up, resist the invader, but he knew this was futile. He remembered Henderson’s words and, although it was impossible, the tried to relax. He felt the first probing touch of the alien invader. Despite his best efforts at control, he lost it, and began pulling and fighting at his bonds, struggling like a caged rat, fighting this horrible injustice. But the bony hands landed on his thighs, taking a good solid grip, and the Master’s cock attacked with full force.

Caleb screamed as the white-hot rod entered him. IT was by far the worst thing he had experienced in his time here, and probably in his entire life. He felt like he was being torn open as the cock pushed into him with incredible force. It was so strange and uncomfortable, and it seemed like it was going so far inside him that he half expected to look down and see the Master’s cock bursting through his stomach wall like an alien giving birth.

The cock withdrew, and then entered again, and the rhythm began, as the Master began to pump his fine firm ass, the one which he had worked on and modelled for so long. The initial burst of pain had passed but the pressure and the humiliation really began to take hold, as the Masters sweaty fingers clamped hold of his waist, and the cock pounded in and out of him. He felt his own cock becoming involuntarily erect, and his shame doubled at the betrayal of his own body.

The Master looked down at the broad shoulders and fine slender back below him. He admired the way that the boy’s blonde mane of hair flicked from side to side as he impacted against the butt cheeks. This slave was worth teaching, he decided. He could feel the familiar sexual pressure building up in his crotch. He began grunting. He spat on the boy’s back, and watched the spit run down the boy’s defined backbone.

Caleb did not even feel the spit on his back; he was now gripping the bed frame tightly, riding out the sensations. He even found himself reciprocating, in that his own hips were gyrating back against the Master’s pressure, intensifying the sensation. He did not know why he was doing it, but somehow it eased the humiliation, it was as if he was somehow a participant now, rather than just a sex toy.

The Master was pumping quicker and quicker now, enjoying breaking open this fine new ass, and loving the way the boy’s own gyrations increased the pleasure. Yes, he thought, this one is worth it. I will have lots of fun reforming this slave… He pumped harder, harder, grunting louder, absorbing the sounds of the boy’s own feeble wails and grunts, and then it was time for the christening. He pushed one final time, a good stabbing thrust, and he felt himself let go. He felt a good healthy spray bursting from his cockhead.

Caleb felt the warm, damp sensation deep within him as the master ejaculated. He let out a sigh, and felt the Master’s limp body fall across his back as the Master relaxed after the climax. He was revolted by the feel of that dry skinned old man against his own firm young back, but he knew he had been defeated, and his muscles were no match for the old man’s cunning and ingenuity. He felt broken and weak.

After a few moments, the Master pulled out. Caleb felt a warm, sticky sensation running down his inner thighs. Caleb collapsed to his knees – the pain from his backside was intense, and he wanted to cry in self pity, but a new strength had taken him – he would not show pain or fear in front of this man. He heard the sound of the Master putting on his clothes, while Caleb still remained tied and naked.

Henderson entered the room, and the Master instructed him to untie Caleb and lie him on the bed for half an hour’s rest. The Master left the room, and Henderson did as instructed.

‘I think you did well’ Henderson said, as he uncuffed Caleb’s ankles. ‘The Master seemed pleased with you’

Caleb said nothing. There was nothing to say.

Henderson lifted Caleb’s weak form onto the mattress. ‘You may rest now, and I will bring food and water. You’re going to need your strength for what follows next’

Caleb waited for Henderson to leave the room before he rolled up into a ball, and began, quietly, wailing.

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Stan Minions better known as Snake, was a 22 year old biker. He had two brothers, Chase and Tony, and to add insult to injury he was the only one out the hree who had never got laid. He bugged him no end, He figured he;’d be the next 40 year old virgin. He never gone out or anything. He worked at a Motorcycle shop and one day a wonderful hunk came by to see him, just him. At first he was confused why the hunk wanted to see him. Stan was only 210 lbs, hairy and more like paws instead of hands since they were so furry. Snake was what guys would call a ‘Bear’ cause of his hairy body, so when this hunk came to see him more and more often, he began to wonder was the man serious or just playin’ with his mind. The man came up to him one Friday afternoon and asked him if he wanted to meet him and they go to Snake’s house together. Snake’s bluge in his jeans became obvious and the hunky cowboy figred that as a yes before Snake could naswer. The cowboy told Snake he’d be back by 7;, which was closing time at the shop. Snake looked his typical self; slicked black hair, sportin’ beard, and a set of stone eyes. He wore his usual; Leather Pants and Vest, no shirt, showing off his hairy torso, and always under his jeans was a leather jock. He met the cowboy out front and Snake led the way on his Motorcycle and the Cowboy followed in his pickup truck.

When he got ome, Snake started to panic, he never brung a guy home before and was wondering as it smart. He cancelled the thought after ;looking at the marvelous hunk and picturing him naked.

AS soon as they got in and Snake closed the door, the Cowboy kissed him, a feeling Snake never encountered before in his life, but was enjoying it. He moaned when the cowboy probed his mouth and sucked on his tongue long moment. When the kiss ended, Snake cleared his throat and pulled away. ‘Make yourself comfortable’ he told the Cowboy as he excused himself and headed to the kitchen to get him and the stranger a drink.

From the corner of his eye, he saw that the cowboy had got comfortable and in a hurry. He was buck naked except for his boots, and Snake noticed he was smooth except for the few sprinks of hair on his chest and around his naval. ‘You get lost in there?’ The cowboy asked snapping Snake out his oasis, Apprantly he didn’t mind him staring at his naked body. Snake shrugged a moment and handed him a beer. Snake found hmself tonfue tied, his bulge growing. The cowboy noticed as he guzzled down his beer. ‘Thanks man I had a taste for a Budweiser for the longest’

‘I keep stocked, my bro Tony drinks lot’

‘Great’ The cowboy looked Snake up and down. ‘I’m a tell you something, I want you, You’re all i think bout. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I wanted to be with you.’

Snake took a moment to gain his composure. ‘Thanks but I never been with another man before, so I don’t know…’

‘I’ll sho you the ropes.’ The cowboy replied. ‘I warn you though, I’m a little bit rough and a little bit kinky.’

‘Kinky?’ Snake asked, puzzled.

‘Yeah, I like ropes and leather and stuff. You succed in the leather department.’

‘I have a leather fetish, I guess it’s what you call it, that a bit of a foot fetish’

‘You have fantasies?’ The cowboy asked.

‘Yeah just never acted any of them out’

‘If you want to, I’ll let you reveal your fantasies to me, or I can show you mine’

‘Just be careful, I’m new on this’

Snake led the cowboy into his bedroom a king size bed, a big ass closet, a dresser, mirror and plasma screen tv.

‘The Biker knows how to live’ The cowboy said.

Snake shrugged his shoulders as he undressed, He left his jock on. The Cowboy laid down and hoisted his legs in the air. Snake stood there, confused. ‘Rim my hole, Biker’ The cowboy growled.

‘hat?’ Snake asked.

‘Rim my hole, stick your tongue in my ass and give it a massage. Don’t worry, I won’t fart on you, If that’s what you’re afraid of’

Snake droped to the edge of th bed and first snifed the hot Cowboy’s ass then he stuck his tongue in there giving it a long rim job. The Cowboy moaned and groaned and grunted. After bout 20 minutes of this, the cowboy spoke through all his moans and grunts. ‘Let me do you’ Snake sat on the Cowboy’s face and moaned as the cowboy did his rim job. ‘Oh fuck!’ Snake thought as the man underneath him gave him plesure he never dreamed og! after this the vow boy sild out from under him and said. ‘Ready to suck your first cock, Biker?’

‘I fuess, what do I do?’

‘Just open your mouth and keep your teeth away from my dick and that’s all’ Snake took a moment tryin’ to get that thick 9 inch cock in his mouth. He must have done it right cause the cowboy was groning. ‘I;’m gonna cum!’ And the cowboy pulled away from im. Snake lay there confused. ‘I don’t want to cum just yet’ The cowboy explained. ‘Now I want you to fuck me’

‘I don’t know how’ Snake told him.

‘Ok I got another idea, take off your jock and I’ll ride you’

‘Ride me? What is this riding?’

‘I’ll ride you ;like a horse, you trust me, right, Biker?’

‘Hell yeah’ he said as he sild off his jock and threw it across the room.. The cowboy mounted up and started bouncing up and down. ‘Man! this feels great! You were meant to be my horse!’ The cowboy hollered. Snake tried to reply but all he managed were grunts and groans of ecstasy. He never felt better in his life. He gripped the cowboy’s sides and started thrusting him with his hard 6 inch cock.

‘Oh damn…. you catch on fast Biker…. i didn’t Bikers fucked ;like you can….. damn… yeah fuck my ass Biker…. I want you so bad man, I want this load you have stored…. I want it all…. Cum all inside me… Paint my inside…. markin’ me that I’m yours… mark me with your cum… fuck yeah.. ahhdamnit……’ The cowboy moans and clutched Snakes’s dick with his ass muscles. He didn’t want to let it go. In all the guys he fucked and rode, Snake was the best one by far that the cowboy had ridden in his 25 years of life.

‘I’m gonna cum!’ Snake cried out, trying noy to.

The Cowboy saw this and shouted ‘Paint my insides Biker…. Mare me that I’m yours! Fuckin’ paint my insides with your Biker cum! I want i! damnit!’: He cried out as almost simuthaneouly they came. nake insides the hot hunky Cowboy’s ass and the Cowboy all over Snake’s chest and face. He liked the taste so he lapped u;p what was left shooting out of his cowboy cock. The Cowboy leaned forward an kissed Snake, their facial mixing with each other.

‘That felt good.’ Snake told the Cowboy. ‘You sure know how to ride.’

‘You were great yourself’ The cowboy panted, ‘Can I stay the night?’

‘On three conditions’

‘Name em I’ll do ;’em’ The Cowboy kicked off his boots.

‘Ok One; I don’t ever want to see you with clothes on while in the house. Two; If you ride me again in the morning and three let me sniff your boots and lick your masculine feet.’

The Cowboy laughed ‘Sure all right.’ They climbed unerneath the covers, arms around each other. ‘What happens if i disobey?’

‘I’ll tie you up’ Snake snorted.

‘The promise of things to coe, And If ‘m good?’

‘I’ll rife you next time’

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I felt like a cheat at times. My family had brought me up extremely religiously. We went to church on Sunday’s, sometimes even twice, and I had to attend various bible classes during the week. As a child the few friends I had outside school were from the church and mum and dad usually disapproved of any little friends I brought back from school so I just stopped doing it. If they could have afforded private school, I would have been there instead of having to mix with the heathen hordes at the local primary school. However any bad habits I picked up at school were soon beaten out of me with a good old round of bible reading and prayer meetings.

They weren’t bad parents and, in fact thought they were the epitome of good parents so I struggled to get my head around the bible until I could recite it almost word for word. That pleased them as they wrongly assumed that if I could remember it then I must understand it. I could never understand with so many illegitimate children in the bible why it was so wrong to talk about it in the real world.

By the time I went on to grammar school, the other people knew what my home life was about and I constantly had the piss taken. Thankfully I excelled at sport and was the star of the school soccer team. That also gave me enough muscle power to see off any of the school bullies. I wasn’t a bad looking teenager, well built, dirty blonde hair which had a habit of drifting on to my face and thankfully, a lack of acne. The girls seemed to like me, though I think the religious thing scared them off.

My sexual interests were non-existent. I knew about sex (no thanks to my parents whose idea of the ‘birds and bees’ was to tell me not to do anything). I looked at the girls in school and their budding breasts and wondered what they might look like naked, but equally, I looked at the boys on the football pitch and, thanks to the showers I did get to see what they looked like. I found both quite stimulating which worried me at the time as I wasn’t sure what that meant.

By third year, I was being invited to join guys from school for visits to the cinema or to do the round of town centre shops on a Saturday afternoon; my parents were as enthusiastic as a nun at an orgy. Their answer to my sudden interest in the outside world was Roseanne. Guess what, this poor girl had been brought up exactly the same as me but had sadly been at a private school run by the church so had been indoctrinated to think that even saying the word ‘sex’ would get you pregnant? We were introduced at a dinner party set up for the occasion.

Now please don’t think she was a dog, she was actually pretty but in a giggly, cutesy sort of way. I just couldn’t think of her on her back with her legs in the air pleading to be fucked (and that’s a word I couldn’t say in polite company either). To be honest, sixty minutes on one of these makeover shows and she would have been good enough for the catwalk but all her personality and charm had been sucked out of her by her overbearing parents.

Our early ‘courting’ was chaperoned by one or even all four parents. All Roseanne would talk about were her various theories on the bible and its stories. She liked a few pop groups but most of them were obscure and squeaky clean. She had told me that she was going to keep herself pure until her wedding night and even ‘touching herself’ was forbidden. That’s why she talked so much about anything but love and sex. By this time, I had developed a healthy imagination and though still a virgin, I had developed ingenious ways of ensuring that I could dispose of any white fluid created by my nocturnal exercising without the ‘Gestapo’ (i.e. my parents) finding out I was having evil thoughts.

I started work at age 18 and at, last had some freedom. By then, Roseanne and I had been an item for three years. My job in local government meant that I managed to develop a small social life on one or two nights a week in a mixed group. I had secretly started having a few drinks (absolutely taboo in the Simpson household) and by being careful how much I drank, had managed to conceal it from them.

Something else had happened too. Leo, a guy at work, told me he wanted to have a party and would I come. Obviously it was out of the question but with some careful planning we invented a training school in London which meant a Thursday overnight. Of course I was going nowhere near London and, after work I was round to Leo’s flat to help him set things up. I liked Leo a lot. He was always attracting the girls but he would actually flirt with me, asking if my cock needed some exercise and if I couldn’t have girls, he would be happy to give me a little training. It was light hearted banter but I found it erotic and with him being 24, I liked the attention of an older person.

The party turned out to be more of a ‘get together’ with five of us guys and five girls, some from the office. We drank quite well, more than I had ever drunk before, and after a few hours someone started handing around spliffs. This was really new to me as I didn’t even smoke I did not not have a desire to smoke tobacco, let alone weed. I did try some though and the buzz was really quite pleasant. By this time we were down to Leo, Tina (from the office), me and Mark, who was a guy in his thirties that Leo knew.

Mark passed out and we dragged him through to the single room and left him on the floor, returning to chat. Leo managed to get around to my virginity and religion. Tina, much the worse for booze, said she had never had a virgin before as all her boyfriends had been older than her. She was quite a common kind of girl and looked to be about 22. I had the feeling that she wasn’t saving herself for her wedding night.

‘Why don’t you let Joe here give you your wish then?’ said Leo looking at me.

‘Eh?’ said I, puzzled.

‘Let’s see you in action Joe. Tina would be happy to take whatever you want to give her, wouldn’t you Honey?’ he said.

‘Oh yeh,’ she said, ‘I’m as horny as fuck with that weed.’

‘Let me show you what I mean Joe,’ said Leo.

He started to take off his shirt!

The booze, the weed, the circumstances, all left me in a stunned daze as Leo started to strip, eagerly assisted by Tina who started to act like a bitch in heat. She had no inhibitions and was soon topless. I sat stunned looking at my first set of female breasts. They were pale, small but amazingly firm, curving slightly upward at the end. I always imagined women would sag! I watched in awe as she stripped and she was soon sitting in just a pair of white briefs through which I could make out the dark shape of her pubic hair. I had concentrated so much on her, I had taken my eyes off Leo so when his erect cock was pushed in her face it was almost surreal. It was also highly erotic.

‘Eh maybe I should go and leave you to it?’ I said hesitatingly.

‘Maybe you should do no such fucking thing,’ said Leo. ‘Get your pants off and get your cock over here. I presume you’re hard?’

I looked down at myself and I was, indeed brick hard. I started to slowly take off my shirt when Leo came over, his cock dangling almost in my face, as I was kneeling and he was standing. He pulled my shirt over my head. His cock actually brushed against my cheek, leaving a damp trail of pre-cum which excited me no end. He actually started unclipping my jeans and Tina, blitzed out of her head, crawled across and kissed me on the lips. I fell backwards on to the sofa and this gave Leo access to my pants which he whipped off taking socks and shoes with them. Tina put her hand on the front of my white briefs and squeezed.

‘Oh you are a big boy,’ she said kissing me again as soon as she could get close enough.

I was on the floor sitting with my back against the sofa, Tina was astride me, her panty-covered lower body grinding my erection and a naked Leo was standing behind her trying to twist her head around to suck his cock. She was completely abandoned in her lust as I now realise some people are when stoned. She hungrily sucked on Leo’s cock and sitting watching a sex act in public almost made me cum without touching myself. I wondered how long I would last when she managed to get around to me. It was Leo who took the lead again, pulling off my briefs. My uncut 8 inches sprung into the air.

‘My, that is some cock,’ he said, taking it in his hand and squeezing it as though a man handling another was the most natural thing in the world. ‘I want to see you fuck her,’ he continued, nodding to Tina.

She pulled her tights half way down her legs and then, with some difficulty managed to get them off. I saw my first grown-up cunt. Her pubic area was neatly shaved in a ‘V’ shape and her vagina lips were quite pronounced. I could see her red clitoris. She was ready to sit straight down on my cock and it was Leo who stopped her and held up a condom.

‘I’d better show you,’ he said as he pulled off the wrapper.

He stretched the latex ring and gripped my cock in the same ‘matter of fact way’ stretching it over my cockhead as I held my breath at the excitement of having my cock handled by another person. Soon it was covering my whole cock and as I lay on the floor, Tina stood over me, one leg either side and, as she faced me, a wicked smile on her face, she lowered her body slowly downward. Leo held my cock as he slowly sunk her gaping cunt on to my hard dick. The feeling as her warm body enveloped my cock with a velvet-like, smooth feeling was unbelievable. Tina straddled me and rode herself up and down. I remember thinking how much strain this must be putting on her legs but she was squealing like and excited child as my cock plunged into her. I noted that Leo still held the base and under the pretence of helping my cock stay in Tina, was also caressing my balls. I hadn’t ever thought of a man sexually but the whole experience was highly exciting. I even wondered what it would be like to handle Leo or even suck him.

‘Tina, I’m not going to last long. I’m sorry.’ I gasped the words out as she increased her frantic pumping on my cock.

The sound of Tina reaching orgasm pushed me over the edge and my whole body went into spasm as my balls erupted into her. My staccato thrusts finalised the orgasm and as she lifted off my body, I once again saw Leo carefully hold my cock and take the condom off.

‘That’s one Hell of a load mate,’ he said, looking at the heavy quantity of white liquid in the teat. I noticed he tied a knot in it and casually laid it on the table behind him.

I remember wondering why he would want to keep my cum and didn’t just discard the condom. I never did find out!

‘Fabulous cock for a bible puncher,’ said Tina.

I couldn’t tell Roseanne, of course but the threesome with Tina and Leo had released an inner beast in me and my sex drive was rampant. I was masturbating more, I was looking at girls and wishing I could fuck them and, if I’m being honest, I was looking at guys with the same thought. I just wanted sex!

It was some days after the event before Leo and I were alone long enough to talk privately about the night. He confided in me that he had never seen another guy fuck a woman in front of him before and he found the sight of my cock pumping her highly erotic. He apologised for handling my cock but I told him I actually enjoyed it.

‘Did you?’ he said. ‘It’s the first time I’ve ever touched another guy and I found it erotic, especially in front of a woman.’

‘Me too,’ I confessed.

‘Want to come round for a drink tonight?’ he said with a definite hint of something being planned.

‘OK,’ I said, not sure what I expected or even wanted from Leo.

After work we cracked a few beers we took a pizza back to Leo’s and had a few more beers. The atmosphere was awkward as we struggled with small talk.

‘What are you going to do?’ said Leo.

‘About what?’ I replied

‘Your religion, your girlfriend, your sex life, or lack of it,’ he said.

‘I think I might need to lead a dual life,’ I replied. ‘Roseanne is definitely set on the pure way of life but after last weekend, my hormones are all over the place. I seem to be hard most of the time and all I can think about is getting my rocks off again.’

‘If you ever need a hand,’ said Leo, his voice fading in a very unsure way as he said the words.

He looked at me and I felt my cock stir. Leo smiled and walked towards me.

‘This is alien territory for me but I feel I want to.’

He held my shoulders and kissed my cheek. I grabbed his head and kissed him fully on the mouth, my tongue darting into his mouth. He gasped and then we were like two animals who had just escaped from the zoo. Clothes were ripped off and we ended stark naked in his lounge. He grabbed my arm and almost dragged me into his bedroom, throwing me on the bed and covering my steaming cock with his mouth. If this was new to him, he was a quick learner.

He licked my balls and the traced back up my body to kiss me again. There was some awkwardness as we both tried to take the lead kissing. Teeth clashed and we both laughed. I rolled him on to his back and took great delight in sucking my first cock. He yelped at my clumsy attempt when my teeth caught his foreskin but it didn’t take long to learn. Leo seemed to naturally take the lead and I soon found myself back down on the bed with him above me, my legs lifted as he gently fingered my hole. No one had ever done that and the sensitive feeling was incredible.

‘You can’t put it into me,’ I said.

‘We’ll save that for another day then,’ he replied.

The actual session was quite short. We continued with sucking and kissing until he told me he was cumming. I took my mouth off his cock with milliseconds to spare as a fountain of cum splattered over my face and hair. My own cock self-exploded and covered my chest.

‘Jeesus,’ he said, ‘you look like an iced cake.’

We laughed but deep down, I liked being iced!

Leo led me to a place I shouldn’t have gone. I had sex with him alone and also with many girls, usually in the next town. It was accepted by Roseanne that I went out with ‘the lads’ one night a week and she thought nothing of it. If she or my parents, or even worse her parents ever found the faintest shred of evidence that I wasn’t ‘pure’ my life would have been Hell and my parents would have left the church.

One odd event was after a church meeting. One Thursday I had been volunteered by my parents to help our Reverend set up some stalls for a ‘bring and buy’ sale to be held in the Church Hall on the Saturday. The Reverend had been called away and I was left with one of his minions who was had been taking the junior choir practice and had been seconded when the Minister had to flee due to a parishioner’s demise. He was quite an attractive young man, around my own age and was unsuitably dressed in the hassock he had been wearing from the practice. It became quite funny as the cumbersome garment made climbing ladders almost impossible.

‘Maybe you should pull it off and end up in your shorts and t-shirt,’ I jokingly said.

‘If I pull this off, you would see a lot more than shorts and t-shirt,’ he replied, laughing. ‘I tend to wear nothing under in on these warmer evenings.’

‘A bit risky with a junior choir nearby,’ I said.

‘Well I have had the odd slip now and then so I think some of them realise.’

He was up the ladder lifting down some trestles when I jokingly put my head under his hassock and said ‘Maybe there’s not much to see.’

He didn’t move when my head went under and I heard his say, ‘If you keep looking you may be surprised.’

I looked up to see his balls inches from my face and an erect cock which looked to be about eight inches long.

‘God that’s big,’ I said.

‘Could you give me a hand up here?’ he asked.

The hall had a raised stage area at the top and to the right, to accommodate a small dressing area some rooms had been built which did not go all the way to the hall ceiling. Above them and curtained off was an area where we stored items and props. It was this area we had been taking the trestles from and lowering them down the ladder to the hall floor. He disappeared behind the curtain and I followed, slightly closing the curtains as I entered the dimly lit area. He stood, his head almost reaching the hall ceiling with an obscene point in the front of his hassock. He held his finger to his lips as though to suggest I say nothing and he pulled me towards him.

I stood limply as he held me tight and pushed his lips to mine, His tongue entered my mouth and he behaved like a hungry beast. His hands ripped open my belt and my jeans slid down. He lowered himself to kneeling and pulled my pants and briefs down engulfing my half-hard cock with his mouth. He steadied my cock with his right hand encouraging it to full mast as he sucked.

‘I’ve wanted your cock since I first saw you,’ he said between slurps.

He stood up and lifted his hassock exposing his large cock and ball sacs. I dropped to my knees and reciprocated, licking his balls and his cock as he steadied himself against the wall. I looked up at this weird scene of a man of the cloth, his garments lifted, his white dog collar clearly showing and his eyes closed as I dined on his monster cock.

‘Fuck me,’ he said.

‘How?’ I responded. The question was aimed at the fact that I wasn’t sure how to fuck a man and also how to fuck a man with no preparation.

‘I was hoping to be fucked by one of the senior choir members tonight and was ready for it. I even lubed myself. The bloody minister then asked me to help you and I had to let him go.’

He rustled in his hassock and handed me a condom. This was getting more surreal by the minute. As he turned, I lifted the garment up and over him and pushed my finger against his anus. He was, indeed, lubricated as my finger slid inside him and he groaned with pleasure. I stretched the condom on to my hard cock and using the spare lubricant gleaned from his arse, coated the latex before pushing my cock against his hole. I gripped his shoulders with both hands allowing my hard cock to slide effortlessly inside him without even the slightest resistance.

My first thought was how all enveloping his arse was. It seemed to grip me in a velvet glove and tightly held my cock in place. It was easy to fuck him and I found the rhythm pleasing as my cock slid in and out. I put my hand around and grasped his thick member, stroking it as I fucked him.

I was close. It was just as well as I heard the hall door open downstairs and someone calling, ‘Joseph!’

I came inside him and as I did his muffled orgasm sent a stream of cum through my fingers and over my wrist. I hurriedly withdrew and tied the condom, putting it in my pocket and pulling up jeans at the same time.

Again my name was called and as it was I deliberately knocked over one of the trestles and shouted, ‘Blast, hold it steady Simon.’

‘Ah you’re up there boys,’ shouted the Minister.

Simon was still mopping up the mess and trying to ensure the cum hadn’t splattered on his black gown as I backed on to the ladder with one of the trestles and we continued bringing it down as though nothing had happened. The Minister seemed none the wiser but then why would he think his second in charge had just been fucked by the fiancée of one of his most fervent parishioners!

I started to have doubts about my sexuality and didn’t continue the relationship with Simon other than the odd grope. My interests were still in women and I realised I just liked sex. How I was going to cope with ‘Little Miss Goody Two Shoes’ in marriage, I had no idea but the option of staying single was actually not an option at all.

The wedding was booked, planned and arranged without really any involvement by me. If I hadn’t been needed for the consummation I’m sure they would have omitted me altogether. Even the honeymoon venue excluded me. It seems our church had links with one in Jamaica and that where Mum and Dad had paid for us to go. Thankfully we were staying in a hotel at a small resort called Port Antonio which was nearer Kingston and the church!!

Roseanne was beside herself. I had been a good boy as time headed towards the wedding day and had been avoiding Leo and his entourage of horny women. One night about two weeks before the wedding when Roseanne was having her favourite tipple, spritzer and I was polishing off a nice bottle of White Burgundy single handed she suddenly looked at me.

‘Joseph, what do you think sex will be like?’

I almost spluttered the whole mouthful of wine. In my head the thought, ‘Do you mean oral, vaginal, anal, heterosexual or homosexual?’ passed through and I stifled a giggle.

‘I’m sure it will be wonderful.’

‘I get very excited sometimes thinking about you and thinking about sex. I must confess that I have touched myself thinking about it and I love the feeling I get. I wonder if it will hurt. Maybe you will be too big for me. What if I don’t like it? What if I like it too much? Don’t you have these thoughts?’

The flurry of questions game one after the other and I felt like a cheat but I was thankful at that stage I had had sex. The thought of that first fumbling night did not appeal.

I won’t bore you with the wedding but the day passed in a blur and we were straight to Heathrow that night ready to catch the late morning flight to Kingston. The sad thing was that Roseanne actually drank too much and passed out so our wedding night was spent in separate beds an airport hotel and I was way to drunk to take advantage of her anyway. The most I got was a view of his tits as she changed for bed clumsily. Nice tits they were too!

So next it was a flight, then a transfer, then a shower, then dinner, and then we fell asleep again. Losing your virginity, even when you want to, isn’t easy when you mix jet lag and booze.

So day 2 was to be THE day!

Roseanne woke early and showered and I followed suit. I kissed her deeply and it was obvious that she was ‘ready.’ After breakfast we relaxed by the pool and after a light lunch with a couple of glasses of Pina Colada we went to our room and locked the door. She was nervous and I was nervous for her. I had never actually seen her naked nor had she seen me so the gentle kissing was meant to encourage disrobement.

We were soon stripped to the basics of bra and pants on her and briefs on me and my erection was straining. She didn’t look once at my front so I took the lead. I laid her on the bed and kissed her. She was shaking! I took control and gently stripped her seeing her naked for the first time. I stripped as I lay next to her then took her hand and guided it to my hard cock. She gasped.

‘It’s so big. It’ll never fit!’

‘Trust me, it will,’ I said.

I took my time with her kissing her nipples and running my tongue around them. She was very passive, lying there and leaving it all to me. I ventured down between her legs and kissed the area, not sure whether to use my mouth or her but I felt it would loosen her and relax her. When my tongue darted inside her, she quivered and a small ‘O’ escaped her lips. My tongue brought her to a small quivering orgasm.

‘Try sucking me,’ I asked. ‘Nothing nasty will happen, I promise.’

I lay back and she very tentatively kissed the head, sliding my foreskin back and then slowly enveloped me. She had the good sense to keep teeth out of the way and soon had a good grip and oral rhythm. This was good! As she did this, I kept my finger gently stroking her sizeable clitoris and she kept having little shivers, like mini-orgasms. I rolled over and placed her back on the bed, lying on top of her and gently stroking my cock head around her pubic region. She loved the feeling and was getting hotter and hotter, kissing me with wild abandon. I kept this up for quite some time until I was aware she was becoming very moist in the area. I reached over to the drawer and took out a condom, the contraception we had decided on for the first part of our marriage. I took great delight in stretching it over my hard, upturned cock as she watched in amazement.

I crawled between her legs and gently traced my tongue from her wide slit, all the way up to her lips and then with my right hand, steered the head of my cock to her entrance. I gently pushed in, then out, then back in again, teasing my cock into her to get her used to it. It was sliding in surprisingly easily and she seemed in little pain. That was, of course, until I broke her hymen. She squealed as the sharp pain must have hit her and I withdrew. There was a slight trace, but little blood.

‘Please do me now,’ she said, lifting her legs and bending her knees to show her gaping cunt in all its glory. I re-entered her and gently pushed past the previous point until my entire length was inside her. Then I started to fuck.

It was a frenzied session and she was completely abandoned in her sex. Perspiration poured off us as I hammered into her virgin cunt. As I fucked, I had the oddest feeling of being watched and turned slightly to see the houseboy, a black Jamaican lad of around 18, standing with folded towels, just inside the door, watching us. The tent on the front of his white trousers was obvious. When he saw me, he started to say something but I held my finger to my lips as though to say ‘shh,’ as I continued.

I have no idea why I did it. Probably it was the dark side of me. I also had no idea what Roseanne was going to say when she realised she had an audience for her deflowering, but the idea turned me on that I became a ‘porn star.’ I put on quite a show. She was laid back, her chin upwards, looking at the ceiling so had no idea of the audience. I made sure he saw everything and when she actually had a full blown orgasm, she dug her nails into my back, pulled me down and forced my cock even further inside as I blasted a load of cum into her.

‘Wow that was really something,’ she said as her eyes caught the shape by the door.

‘Turn down sir?’ said the young man.

Roseanne fled for the bathroom and I stood up and walked towards the young guy, my semi-hard cock bouncing around. As I reached him I took the towels and squeezed his massive cock through his trousers. ‘Enjoy it?’ I said.

‘You bet,’ he replied.

I tipped him and off he went.

‘You can come out now,’ I said to Roseanne.

‘That was so embarrassing,’ she said when she came out.

‘That was so erotic,’ I replied.

She looked at me oddly but didn’t say anything.

We saw the young man on towel duty by the pool the next day and Roseanne wanted to avoid him, I forced her over to him and said a hearty, ‘Good Morning.’

He responded with a dazzling white smile and Roseanne, blushed.

‘I find the thought that this beautiful young man has seen my gorgeous wife being deflowered highly exciting,’ I said to her. ‘He was very erect, you know.’

‘Was he?’

‘Oh yes he was, and I think that if you had beckoned him he would have done it to you as well.’

‘Joseph, don’t be disgusting,’ she said, but she didn’t sound annoyed.

As I said, mentally I had found it difficult to think of Roseanne in a wildly sexual way because of her background. I had waited so long to deflower Roseanne and had been such a slut myself, that I now found her virginal value very appealing and I suddenly had this craving to share it if I could. This wasn’t something I had really thought about before, and in fact, when wanking, I had rarely wanked while thinking of her. She was so pure and virginal that in my wanking fantasies she just wasn’t crude enough. Now in the blink of ten minutes, someone had watched me shagging her and seen her gaping wet cunt and she had become a sex object. I wanted her to be abused and to become a slut but hadn’t the faintest idea how that would come around.

It took four days. Four days in which we had been into Kingston. Four days of me saying things like, ‘Imagine that tall black guy’s cock inside you.’ Four days of wild sex in our room. She was insatiable loving sex, drinking more than I ever thought she would and talking surprisingly dirty during sex.

Virgin to slut in four days ” impossible!

‘How big do you think the houseboy was?’ she said one evening on the third day after the event.

‘Bigger than me,’ I said.

‘He’s very young,’ she said.

‘Young and hung,’ said I.

‘Surely you wouldn’t want someone else to have sex with me on our honeymoon?’

I said nothing but raised my eyebrows.

‘I’ve just never had any experience with anyone but you and I wonder what different people might be like. Wouldn’t you be curious?’

The fact that to balance this she might be suggesting me with a woman, not another man, hadn’t crossed her mind.

‘We might never get another chance and we are on holiday,’ I said.

It’s fair to say that most of these conversations took place after hefty quantities of wine in an evening. She had been kept from any heavy drinking and the freedom while on honeymoon had given her quite an appetite for alcohol. I realised that unless I really plied her, I was never going to fulfil this fantasy!

I caught the lad one late afternoon and had a word with him. His name was Taylor and I mentioned that my wife had been excited when she realised he was watching us. I told him that he had witnessed her losing her virginity and that really appealed to him. I asked him if he would like to have sex with her while I watched. He didn’t need told twice. The following day he finished at 5.00pm so I suggested he pretend, like last time, he was turning down beds and I would get her on the bed and start having sex. This time I would ask him to join us. He was keen for a bit of fresh white cunt and I was keen to both see her get a black cock, but hopefully be able to handle it!

The following afternoon, my heartbeat was racing. We shared a bottle of wine at lunchtime and I fed her some extra strong Pina Coladas during the afternoon. I made a few suggestive suggestions as guys walked past in swimming trunks and she was very giggly. Surprisingly it was her that suggested around 4.30 pm, we go up to the room for an ‘afternoon snack.’

I saw Taylor watch us go. In the room we showered together and I soaped her and kissed her, fingering her gently. She knelt and sucked my cock in the shower something she had taken to like a duck to water. She was learning very fast. We shared another glass of wine from the fridge as I tried to time our session to be in mid-fuck at 5.30pm. She was quite uninhibited by the time we reached the bed and I licked her cunt with her legs raised upwards in a ‘V’ shape and over my shoulders.

‘Oh yes, that’s so good,’ she whimpered as I licked and probed her.

At 5.25pm I was ready for entry and started to gently fuck her, our backs to the bedroom door. She was becoming quite noisy in sex and as I also had the television on, even I didn’t hear Taylor enter. Once more he stood and watched and it was the slight movement I saw reflected in the mirror that made me realise he was there. I beckoned him over and he stood by the bed as I fucked. He leaned forward and kissed Roseanne’s right tit. With her eyes shut, she didn’t realise. He slid his white shorts and his briefs down and a beautiful erect ebony cock sprung out which was easily 9 inches and thick. I gripped it as I fucked and he let me. I pulled his cock forward as he stood by the bed and he leaned to push it against Roseanne’s lips. She opened and accepted it before it dawned on her she couldn’t be fucked and suck my cock at the same time. Her eyes shot open.

‘If she didn’t have around 2 inches on cock in her mouth, she would have said, ‘What the Hell?’

I smiled and held her head in place. She looked at me, the black cock still lying across her mouth, then gripped it and started sucking like a mad thing. I held Taylor’s stunningly firm ass as he thrust into her mouth and then I slid out and gave her to him. He climbed on to the bed as she lay there with a slightly nervous look. Taylor was a black Adonis and even Roseanne could see that it would be an honour to have him inside her. He kissed her very enthusiastically and I stood at the side stroking my cock. For his age, he was very experienced and knew how to pleasure her. His mouth roamed over her body at will and when he went between her legs, he pushed them wide and sunk his whole mouth and tongue into her. She screamed as his able tongue managed to bring her to a shuddering climax.

Not missing a stroke, he held out his hand and I took a condom. I opened it but withheld it, stretching in on to his cock as Roseanne watched her eyes like saucers. The thin shiny latex over his monstrous cock was a wonder to behold. He smiled that dazzling smile and climbed between her legs as I held him and gently pushed his cock to her open sex. He was good, very good. He teased her entrance and rolled his cock around gathering her copious fluids as he went. She leaned forward and gently stroked his balls. The moment arrived.

I knelt behind him and as if sensing what I wanted to see, he opened her wide. His arse was on full display to me, his little rosebud hole winking and he started to enter her fully. I could see every moment of his entry. I watched her skin part, I briefly saw her inside before his cock filled every available space and then I saw him gently plunge inside her, the walls of her vagina wrapping around his cock until his balls covered the last view of her and he started to fuck.

She wailed in time to each thrust and each wail was louder than the one before. Each time she reached a crescendo, he would slightly withdraw until she came back down, and then start again. I watched and wanked my heart beating so loudly it was thumping against my ribcage. Taylor thrust her gently as if sensing a near virgin might have problems with his massive dick. Mind you she had managed mine so was already quite stretched. I saw her liquids trickle out and coat the length of his cock as he pumped her.

Roseanne was now whimpering like an excited puppy. I knew he was better than I had been and I didn’t care. My little angel was now a slut, with a long thick black man’s cock pumping into her cunt. Her nails dug into his back and she was wailing as he brought her close to climax. Her second climax was so noisy I had to run and shut windows.

By the time I returned, he was withdrawing from her and she lay exhausted on the bed. I thought he had cum but his cock was still stiff and the condom was empty. He pulled off the rubber and asked me to lie beside her. I didn’t fully understand but obliged. I lay alongside Roseanne and started to kiss her.

‘That was amazing,’ she whispered.

As I looked up, a long black cock appeared over us and I realised Taylor wanted to cum over us.

‘Are you ok with this?’ I said looking at the ‘loaded gun’ above us.

‘Oh yes,’ she whispered breathlessly, ‘I have so much more I want to do.’

The orgasm sprayed his seed over my chest and both our faces and necks. Taylor had been storing quite a load! When he squeezed the last drop onto my chest, he leaned over and offered his cock head to us. I saw Roseanne look a little apprehensive so I lifted my head and sucked his dwindling erection. The taste was awesome, slightly salty but with a hint of Roseanne’s juices.

Taylor had a wicked smile as he climbed off the bed and said, ‘You finish her off and I’ll watch.’

I did and when I emptied my load into Roseanne and my brains felt like exploding, I realised my little virgin was going to be fun after all!

Taylor asked what we had done while we had been in Jamaica and I told him about our church and the visit to the local one, St Andrews in Kingston.

‘St Andrews?’ he said, his eyebrows raised. ‘My best friend is in the choir there.’

‘Don’t tell him about is then because if this gets back…..’

Taylor raised a hand and said, ‘If you and your new wife do nothing else, you will want to meet Luke.’

He looked at Roseanne. ‘Did you enjoy what I just did to you?’

Roseanne blushed, her hands inadvertently slipping between her legs either to cover her slightly bruised cunt, or to feel it and remember the sensations she had just had. ‘I can’t believe what I have done this week, and worse than that, I can’t believe what I have become this week. I cannot tell a lie and must say it was amazing!’

‘If I tell you Luke is my age, his cock is at least 10 inches and he is such a horny bastard, he will fuck anything on two legs. If you get together with me and Luke and your husband here, you will go home with the memory of a honeymoon to remember. Let me know what you think tomorrow.’

It was over breakfast when Roseanne quietly said to me, ‘I think I want it to happen but wouldn’t you be upset at your new English Rose being abused?’

I spoke carefully and explained that something had been unleashed in me and seeing her so happy and being so well serviced was one of the most exciting things I had ever experienced.

She rose from the table, picked up her book and sunglasses and said, ‘Organise it,’ as she walked away (before she could change her mind, perhaps?).

When I spoke to him, Taylor said it would have to be at Luke’s place as he wouldn’t be able to get him into the hotel. My nervous look at him told him I wasn’t too keen at wandering around backstreet Kingston.

Taylor laughed. ‘Luke has a small flat paid by the church as he does caretaker work for them as well. It’s where we go for some fun,’ he said.

‘You take girls back to it?’ I said.

‘Not always girls,’ he said smiling. ‘I have to say that Luke will be as interested in you as your wife. Does that bother you?’

‘Could be interesting,’ I said.

In my head, I felt the way I had when Leo first took his pants off and my heart started to skip.

I told Roseanne we had sorted it out and warned her that Luke was bisexual and I may have to ‘look interested’ to keep it going.

‘I’m sure you’ll manage,’ she said with a smirk.

My little girl had definitely come a long way in a week!

We had to visit the church in Kingston two days later to present some gifts from the congregation back home so Taylor had organised for Luke to meet us afterwards and take us to the little apartment in the next street. My heart was pounding with excitement and Roseanne was apprehensive too, even talking of pulling out of the arrangement at one stage. A little dirty talk soon had her interested again and we felt safe enough with Taylor that if she did change her mind, everything would stop.

After the light lunch with the minister, we said our goodbyes and when he offered to get us a taxi, told him we had organised a driver from the hotel to explain Taylor’s arrival at the main entrance. Around the corner we met Luke. Like Taylor he was a tall handsome young man with a well defined body, very dark skin and a dazzling smile.

‘Are these the objects of my afternoon’s pleasure?’ he asked holding out his hand to Roseanne then myself.

I noticed his use of the plural. I would have put him as a year older than Taylor and certainly more mature in his manner and build. A beautiful man in all senses of the word and this did not go amiss with Roseanne who was fluttering eyelids like mad!

We entered the small apartment block which was well kept and seemed to have around eight flats, two on each floor. Luke was on the top floor and our entrance did not go unnoticed by other people in the area. I wondered if they guessed why a white couple were heading to a small flat with two young, attractive black men. Luke was certainly keen to get going and showed no shyness when we entered the apartment.

‘Shower’s that way,’ he said to me and Roseanne.

Though we had showered before leaving the hotel the heat outside Luke’s, thankfully air-conditioned, flat, was sticky and humid. Roseanne started to take off her clothes in the shower room and Luke, walked past me, stripping as he went.

‘Let me help her,’ he said with a grin.

Taylor was also stripping so I followed. As Roseanne stepped into the large shower cubicle, completely naked, Luke joined her, a massive semi-hard cock swinging down between his legs. Even soft, it was bigger than mine, but the girth made it look massive. He started to soap Roseanne and she laid back against the wall and let him, the water cascading down on her hair and face. He soaped her breasts as Taylor and I stood watching and idly masturbating. Roseanne was completely under his spell leaning back and allowing Luke total control of her. Eventually his soapy fingers entered her cunt and she gasped, her eyes shooting open and looking at me. She half smiled and then closed them again as his penetration continued. His cock by now was completely hard and I was glad her eyes were closed. The weight and size meant that though hard, it was standing at a downward 45 degree angle rather than straight out like Taylor and I.

When he finished he led her out, leaving the shower running for me. As I stepped in and Roseanne was taken wrapped in a towel to the bedroom, Taylor joined me to ‘save time.’ He soaped me and gently rubbed foam around my testicles. The sensations were incredible. Next he used the foam to enter my arse with his finger, gently soaping in and out. It didn’t hurt at all and when he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth without withdrawing his finger, I was ready to shoot there and then. Thankfully he must have sensed it and stopped.

Next he turned me around making me spread my legs while he continued to finger me. He then stood up and rubbed his hard black cock between my buttocks making no attempt to enter me but making a mock fucking action, pressing the head against my hole then sliding between my legs then up between my buttocks, all the while gripping my hard cock with his free right hand. The sensations were incredible.

I was rinsed and we headed to the bedroom where I found Roseanne lying on the bed being eaten by Luke. His large head was slurping happily between her legs. Taylor went over and knelt alongside her placing his cock at right angles to her mouth. She happily accepted it and licked along the length. When Luke joined him, her pale white face was almost hidden by black flesh.

‘You fuck her first,’ Luke said to me. ‘I want to see white meat in white first and anyway, your cock is the smallest and it’ll help open her up for us.’

I stretched the condom on my sizeable cock (which had just been branded the smallest) and suddenly felt inadequate! Roseanne took me easily. Though she hadn’t been fucked yet, Luke’s ministrations had her wet and willing and my entry was surprisingly easy. She wrapped her legs around me as I started fucking and I kissed her deeply.

I quietly whispered, ‘Are you ok?’

‘Oh yes,’ she said back.

I fucked her steadily in the missionary position while kissing her and softly biting her nipples which were solid little teats by now. She started her usual build up to orgasm, her ragged howls in keeping with my thrusts until she screamed the place down. I know I should have warned Luke as he rushed to ensure all windows were tightly closed. I slowed my pace and gently withdrew. I hadn’t cum and had no intentions until the very end.

I went to the side of the bed and waited, leaving these two young men to take the lead. Luke nodded to Taylor who quickly replaced me. He turned Roseanne on to all fours, kneeling on the bed and fumbled to find her gaping cunt lips between her legs. Finding what he wanted, he started to enter her from the rear. At first I thought he was going for her arse but my words to stop him were quickly stifled by Luke clarifying the situation, as he pointed to her front.

Taylor took it easy as he entered her. Roseanne was panting like a bitch in heat. I suppose she had been suppressing all her sexual thoughts for years and was suddenly exploring them all at once. By now Taylors black cock was pumping in and out, with Roseanne’s juices coating the condom creating a sheen on the latex. Once more she was panting in time to Taylor’s thrusts. His hands cupped her breasts as he fucked her and Luke stood stroking his big cock.

Luke wandered around to me as I stood watching and smiled, pointing to his cock. I lowered to my knees and tried to put my mouth over the head. I managed with some difficulty and by holding it in my other hand, steadied his cock as I tried to swallow as much of its length as I could. His balls hung low underneath this brute and looked tiny by comparison. His musky smell was intoxicating as I cupped his balls and sucked.

Roseanne started to wail again. Taylor was bringing her back to orgasm. Luke pulled his cock out of my mouth and gripped Taylor’s shoulder. Taylor took the hint and pulled out as Luke attempted to pull a condom on his cock. It only stretched a little over half way down his dick but I suppose it did the trick. He started his entry.

Roseanne was struggling to take him but each time he withdrew she pushed back on to his cock. She was determined. As I watched, Taylor was sucking my cock expertly. I found this whole bisexual scenario highly exciting. I leaned forward and pushed my tongue into Luke’s arsehole as he started his fucking motion. He liked that, groaning with pleasure as my tongue found his rosebud and pushed inside him. My hands found his cock and I was able to stroke it as he fucked my new wife. As she relaxed, he was able to turn her on to her back, open her legs and fuck her in the missionary position. The sight of this massive piece of black cock, sliding into her cunt was unbelievable. I was so close to cumming.

As I watched, Taylor was standing behind me rubbing his enormous cock against the crack of my arse again. Though I knew I could never have taken it, the eroticism of it was pushing me ever closer.

‘Guys I can’t hold out much longer,’ I said. ‘I’m going to blow without touching it unless we come to an end soon.’

Roseanne’s noisy climax started again and I saw her nails dig into Luke. He was hammering her cunt now as she reached her peak. Her tits were wobbling with the frantic fucking. As she climbed down from her peak, Luke withdrew his cock, ripped off the condom and fired a blast of cum at her tits and face. I felt a warm flow of cum blast up my back from the buttocks as Taylor let me have his load and, true to my warning, his cock sliding in his own cum between my buttocks. My own cock fired of its own free will splattering across Roseanne’s cunt and belly.

The session was unbelievably erotic and sadly, horny as Roseanne was, her bruised and battered cunt was out of action for the rest of the honeymoon.

The return to family and church was difficult. We talked long and hard about what we should now do, return to the fold, leave the fold completely, or be two faced hypocrites and lead a dual life.

I can live with hypocrisy!

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