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  • The Undress Rehearsal

    [This is a sequel to ‘Baring up at the Bar’]

    Derek had to go and get things ready in the bar so he had get some clothes on and look respectable. He insisted on cooking me a really good meal. ‘After that performance you deserve better than sandwiches!’ he had said.

    He laid on a fabulous spread complete with wine and candles. The regulars were curious to see me dining romantically all on my own. Once again I wondered if they had already come to their own conclusions.

    It was about eight o’clock when I finished and went back to the bar for a glass of wine and some small talk with Derek and the others.

    I don’t remember when but sometime later Derek quietly excused me from staying up any longer in case I was tired. So it was that I went upstairs, on my own this time, expecting Derek to follow soon after. But nearly an hour went by and he still did not appear so eventually I went back down to see what was going on.

    There were four guys sitting at the counter and Derek behind the bar. I went and sat down on a stool just apart from them. No one was saying anything but there was a tense atmosphere.

    They looked at me with obvious interest but said nothing at first. I noticed they were all wearing similar white shirts with some sort of badge on the front. Derek gave me a glass of white wine like he knew exactly what I wanted.

    He looked more flustered than ever and was trying to avoid the hard engaging look from one the guys seated near me on a bar stool. This guy, like the others, was wearing very sporty looking shorts and I just couldn’t take my eyes off his big bare thighs.

    ‘You see Derek that’s why we see you as a natural, I mean there you are look at you! You’d be such a star man!’

    ‘Look er ..no! Colin, just forget it, it’s no! and that’s it!’ said Derek suddenly gesticulating his hands and arms wildly to emphasise the point. He started busying himself with the empty glasses as is if to emphasise the finality of what he had just said.

    ‘Oh come on Derek be a sport it’s just for the club. For Pete’s sake man it’s no big deal!’ then after a pause turned his attention to me and added. ‘So yea.. this a friend of yours right?’ he continued while looking me up and down.

    ‘Er no um .. he’s just a guest, he has one of the yea er .. other rooms’ spluttered Derek. He was seriously flustered now.

    ‘Now that’s an interesting concept isn’t it…., ‘other room’……? Hmm!, as opposed to…..?’ mused Tony in a deliberate tone like almost like a lawyer. He was a dark haired guy with a Hispanic complexion. This relaxed the atmosphere there was laughter all round.

    ‘Don’t worry Derek, we understand! Of course we do don’t we?’ he said turning top the others, ‘So why not come over and give us a show? it’s not till next week!’ Colin said soothingly with feigned sympathy.

    ‘Yea go on!!’ the others all called together.

    I must have had difficulty concealing my inquisitiveness and I was aware that all these guys were eyeing me up while this was going on.

    Suddenly this big blond guy called Hendrik uttered a sigh of resignation and, taking over from Colin said ‘So then! aren’t you going to introduce your guest Derek!’ I have to add Hendrik was an extremely handsome guy but Derek remained silent and clearly embarrassed.

    ‘No honestly!’ I said ‘I really don’t want to intrude. This is obviously a private conversation’.

    ‘Er what’s that about privates?’ piped up a big guy called Hank at the other end of the bar.

    ‘One track mind Hank! Private conversation man! Sorry to disappoint but if you haven’t been paying attention, we don’t seem to be getting very far with Derek here.’ Explained Colin pedantically.

    ‘So what about the other guy then?’ says Hank looking expectantly at me.

    ‘Hang on man! He doesn’t even know what this is all about’ Hendrik retorted. I liked the way he seemed to be protecting me.

    Colin came over to me; he put his hand on my shoulder and said: ‘Its er .. quite simple really; as you probably realise we all know Derek pretty well; for one thing he occasionally plays for the club. Anyway what it’s all about you see is this. Every year we have this sort of stag night do at the Club. You know one of those evenings when we let the wives and girl friends go off and cluck or whatever they do at hen parties.’

    ‘Get to the point!’ said Hank. ‘We want a someone to show what’s underneath, don’t we lads?!’

    ‘Colin’s the captain; let him finish’ said Tony after some cheering.

    ‘OK right well usually we get one of the girls to put on a show. Tracey and Sheila are great Rugby supporters and they are, shall we say, quite regular visitors. Anyway this time there was a sort of consensus that maybe we should go for something a bit different, er .. more exciting perhaps er .. or should I say explicit?’ There was laughter.

    ‘In fact it was Tracey who suggested it’ Colin went on, ”Why not get a guy to strip off for a change’ she said. Well, she wasn’t going to suggest female opposition was she?!’

    ‘So you came to ask Derek to do the job!’ I interrupted with a smile which seemed to engage everyone’s attention rather more than I had expected. Derek’s face was flushed. I felt sorry for him but it was hard not to go along with the drift.

    ‘We thought, being that Derek loves talking about his fitness and showing off his body to all and everyone, er .. amongst other things’ There was a roar of laughter at that point. ‘He would be just our man!’.

    ‘I don’t really have much experience of this sort of thing.’ I said slowly and thoughtfully.

    ‘And….??’ enquired Hank as he came over to me riveting my attention with an expectation written all over his face. I felt mesmerised by his commanding manner. I was so taken by his powerful personality, not to mention his big physical presence and a very large bulge in the front of his jeans. So what I said next was without thinking.

    ‘Well, if it would be of any help, I mean you know I gather it is a bit short notice and well Derek here doesn’t seem too keen …’ I began, but then hesitated as I realised how much this would upset Derek.

    ‘We want you to strip for us!’ said Hank bluntly.

    ‘But you don’t know me! What I mean is, well….., why do you think I’d be any good at it?’ It was a feigned protest on my part and I was getting excited at the idea of stripping in front of these four big muscular guys.

    ‘Is this an offer?’ Colin asked with a look of forced seriousness on his face.

    ‘Look I was just wondering if it would help matters if I stood in for Derek but I’m sure you guys have someone else in mind really.’

    ‘You are fucking perfect!! Right?!’ Hank put his big hand up the back of my shirt and around my bare chest.

    ‘Hey steady on Hank, that’s enough of that!’ Colin rebuked him and he released me reluctantly.

    ‘Personally there’s something here I don’t quite understand.’ He said, looking me up and down and then looking at Derek. I was intrigued by this; obviously they knew all about Derek’s sexual preferences.

    ‘I hope you don’t mind me asking but how old are you?’

    ‘Mid twenties, 23 to be exact. Oh and by the way my name is Carl!’ I replied

    ‘You’re kidding! Twenty three??! Wow! you look more like fifteen! Sorry I don’t mean to insult you in any way Carl, it’s just that you look so..’

    ‘Smooth and sexy?’ suggested Hank. This made me flush and my face went red.

    ‘It’s just me!’ I protested ‘I can’t help the way I am. Look I drive my own car, and I have my driving license here’ I said producing it from a pocket, then in an excited way I stumbled on: ‘I’ve just recently finished in college you see and right now I’m doing this sort of survey.’

    ‘Hey don’t get us wrong!’ exclaimed Colin. ‘You don’t have to apologise for anything! You are just fabulous the way you are, and man that’s an understatement! There’s no way you’d be anyone’s second choice!’ he hesitated for a moment without anyone interrupting then went on in a slightly emotional tone; ‘OK …… Hank’s had a few to drink but …. well …. Surely you must realise there is something really fucking sexy about you Carl!!’

    ‘Hear! Hear!’ they all shouted. They made no effort to conceal the very obvious bulges in the fronts of their jeans, especially Hank, he was a big guy anyway. It seemed he had balls too not just in the metaphorical sense!

    ‘Come on get your kit off then Carl! I want to get to see that nice big bare bum of yours!’ Hank was standing in front of me in a challenging way, his brown hairy arms folded on his broad chest.

    ‘OK I’ll go upstairs, put on something more appropriate and er give you a sort of preview. I’m no great dancer but I’ll have a go’ There were cheers all round, even Derek looked happier.

    ‘Shall we call it ?The Undress Rehearsal’?’ suggested Tony amid laughter

    ‘Don’t forget to go to the ‘other room’!’ shouted Hank.

    I was feeling a little anxious as well as excited because, despite what Colin had said, I always had the idea that rugby players were inclined to be homophobic. So I knew I had to make the act seem like good fun as well as being sexy. What made it more tricky was that by now I was getting very excited myself.

    I showered thoroughly making sure I was clean in the important places. I liked to think they would want touch me at least. So I applied some lube on the off chance that things might go further!

    I had with me my favourite sweater, it was dark green oversized and knitted for me by a benevolent aunt. It had a very loose course stitch. The lower hem came half way down my thighs without stretching. It may not sound sexy itself but I love the feel of the rough wool against my bare body. I feel it makes a nice contrast with my smooth skin. The shoulders had buttons so it could be pulled down from the top as well as up from the bottom.

    Then I had these very tight undersized navy blue briefs. They barely cover my buttocks and barely contain my genitals especially when I get excited. I had some tight light coloured jeans and wondered how I was going to take them off gracefully as part of the dance. I found a sort of Tunic in one from Derek’s cupboards and after a brief glance in the mirror went down to tumultuous applause.

    They had put on some music and Colin and Hedrick moved the tables to make more room. So I ‘floated’ out twirling Derek’s tunic to the music and running my hands over my body.

    ‘Off! Off! Off!’ they were chanting. ‘Hey keep your voices down or the cops will be round, it’s after closing!’ Derek had to keep reminding them!

    The tunic was easy to discard gracefully as I let it glide on to the back of a settee. Now I could start teasing them with my sweater. I started by pulling up the sleeves to bare my arms right up to my little slim biceps. They seemed to be responding to the slightest thing.

    I stretched out my bare arms and slid them under my sweater exciting myself by running my hands over my sensual skin. I was easy to flick open the shoulder buttons and pull the sweater down from the top to expose my shoulders and smooth chest. I ran my hand over my bare skin again then quickly covered myself again.

    I could see the guys were getting excited to the point of impatience. I lifted the lower hem a few times to show my bare midrib but then as I turned with my back to them I sensed mounting frenzy as they started shouting again and Derek had to tell them to be quiet.

    The jeans I was wearing had worked down slightly to reveal the very top of my cleft. Then I had an inspiration. It was bit risky but having loosened the buckles around my waist I did a wiggly sort of dance and approached them as my jeans slipped down over my thighs. They couldn’t see anything underneath as my sweater was concealing things. Then when I was near enough I kicked my legs up and encouraged them to grab the legs.

    It worked! They had them off me in no time and I managed to escape without them going for my pants as well! I had just started fiddling suggestively with my lower hem when Tony suddenly came over:

    ‘May I have this dance please?’ To much excitement and cat calls we danced a sort of twist during which I managed to remove Tony’s shirt to reveal his beautiful brown and muscular chest. I was hardly thinking of any routine as I was now hugely excited. I flicked up my hem a few times to reveal a glimpse of my scantily covered bum hoping to that it would provoke Tony.

    ‘Excuse me!’ came the words loud and clear as Colin wearing only his briefs displaced Tony on the dance floor. He looked absolutely fabulous. Big broad shoulders muscular hairy chest and this huge pointed bulge in his briefs. Colin was big in character and leadership as well He was the top guy, team captain and the big man of the show. Dare I go for it with him?

    At first I just teased him by slipping down my sweater almost to my hips then hurriedly pulling it back up so I could lift my lower hem and run my hands over my thighs. Then with a quick flip up I accidentally revealed a bit too much of my genital area.

    Colin let me twang the elastic on his pants and run my hands over the outside of his bulge. It was getting hotter by the second as I noticed that Tony was now dancing along side us totally nude and sporting a hugely hard pink dick which waved up and down on his glistening brown body.

    It was Tony who made the decisive move. With no attempt an any choreography he took hold of the elastic of my briefs and pulled them right down. I neatly stepped out of them and he flung them over to Hank and Hendrik who were avidly watching everything from the bar. I couldn’t keep up any more suspense, I was too excited by the idea of exposing myself to these hugely masculine guys. I lifted my sweater and waggled my bare bum at Colin. But Tony took up the challenge and came dancing towards me with his dick sticking straight out at me.

    It was automatic, I never thought of what I was doing. I just took Tony’s gorgeous in my mouth. It was so hot and massively hard. I was sucking him like I did it every day except it was my first time ever! Colin had ripped off his pants and grabbed me from behind. And just as Tony pushed his dick deep into my throat I felt Colin’s cock on my anus. Oh wow this was it!! He was mighty. I just glimpsed it before I felt this hugeness coming inside me. Oh man he was so hot! This was an ultimate man. He had taken me over completely! I was his!

    I stood as still as I could bending over the arm of a chair as Colin shafted me my asshole in front of all the others. I don’t remember leaving Tony’s cock but Oh shit!! this was better than anything I had ever hoped. This was the captain of a Rugby team doing me in full view of the all the others. They were now crowding round and watching the action at really close quarters. Tony was beside himself with excitement and was about to jack off against my thigh.

    Surges of uncontrolled excitement were welling up deep inside but I just managed to get the words out to tell him to wait his turn. I wanted the cum from his lovely brown body. He didn’t have to wait long. Colin had been rodding me in time with the music but then suddenly he went all out of tempo. Then he gave one huge thrust up me, It took me by surprise so I nearly fell over forwards. But this was it! He began pumping his load deep into my bum hole. I could feel every squirt as his long dick dosed me with dollops of hot cum. He was forcing it right up my rectum. Colin was fertilising my bottom in front of an everyone.

    He stayed in me for several seconds after his ejaculations had subsided. All the others except Derek were completely nude. Hank’s genitals were so massive and exciting I can not think of superlatives to describe them. His cock was fat, firm and long but his balls were truly massive. Hendrik was a quieter guy but easily the most handsome of them all. But more about him later.

    Colin pulled out his shiny pink dick from my damp and sticky hole with great deliberation and satisfaction on his face as I thanked him for his services. Tony’s hot rod was up me in less than a second. He grabbed at the flesh of my arms and waist as he pumped my ass furiously with his luscious cum pole. Soon we collapsed together on the floor with me on my stomach and Tony on top and pounding my bottom with his fiery dick . This was Latin Love but oh! When his cum came it was so hot and the ejaculations so massively powerful, I just wished he would go on for ever.

    How was it that Hank was holding back? I thought but it was pretty obvious he was going to lay on something special. By the looks of his ‘equipment’ I couldn’t imagine that my bottom could ever accommodate anyone else once he had finishing with me.

    Hendrik strode over to me with an air of Nordic confidence. I felt his strong arms as he picked me up off the floor with ease and dropped my down on the sofa on my back. He was so forthright! He just took hold of my ankles and pushed my legs right back alongside my face while I lay there waiting for his pink prick to burst into my bum hole. When I say Hendrik was handsome I mean perhaps that I fell in love with him right then as he drove his dick deep into my bottom. His fair skinned body was irresistible to me and I kissed every bit of him that I could reach. He had soft straight fair hair which stuck up on his crown and flopped in an unruly way over his beautiful face as he probed me passionately. I was reduced to whispering ‘Oh Hendrik I love you!’ as he slowly but pushed his penis against my prostate. I was experiencing huge spasms of excitement deep inside. It was at the very moment Hendrik released his cum fluid, spurted his spunk up me and nourished my naked body with his hot creamy fuck fluids.

    All the others could hear was my faltering voice as I cried out ‘Fuck me! Fuck me!’

    After Hendrik had finished I went on kissing him all over. I was madly in love with his beautiful body. But things just got hotter still!

    Hank, completely in the nude, had gone over to the bar and collected Derek who was still fully dressed. Holding him by the arm he escorted Derek over to where I lay naked on the sofa. He beckoned me to stand up and then proceeded to pull Derek’s jeans and pants down and lifted his shirt over his head. Derek obediently bent over the arm of the sofa and, pointing to Derek’s ass-hole, Hank indicated to me what he wanted me to do.

    Still in a swoon about Hendrik and not having been able to ejaculate, my cock was still raging hard so I kind of didn’t mind stuffing up Derek’s tight asshole for the second time that evening.

    But as soon as I started to shaft him I became aware of something much more compelling that was happening to do me. Hank’s dick was stretching my sphincter to the limit. His body was so big I hadn’t realised how massively thick his cock was. When he sunk it into me I was so overwhelmed that I could think of nothing else. I was even having difficulty maintaining my erection in Derek’s ass because of the effect Hank was having on me. I was only conscious of the feeling of this huge piston like plunger. It obliterated everything else from my mind. I was totally dominated by Hank’s superior masculinity. I felt like he had filled my bottom and my whole body at that moment. He had emasculated me my attempt to fuck Derek. I had been overpowered and overwhelmed by him sexually.

    Because of his huge genitals, he was known as Hank the Hungman! He had biggest firm thick hairy and massive thighs you can imagine. He was a star of the rugby team because once he got the ball, with his strength, he could power past anyone who tried to tackle him.

    I think Colin and Tony must have slipped up to shower for a moment because they appeared just in time to see Hank deliver into my bottom. I wasn’t expecting it. This was more like flood irrigation! Believe me when Hank started jacking off it felt like I was being filled up with a power hose! He just gushed huge quantities of hot cum and I felt my bottom being filling up as his fuck fluids inundated me deep into my rectum. After what seemed like almost a full minute of this internal drenching the flow had stopped but his cock was still hard and still well buried in my bum.

    ‘Let him have it!’ he whispered in my ear. My cock hardened again in an instant as I rammed it back deep into Derek’s asshole. Again I felt that lovely sensation as my semen rushed down the internal tubes in my penis as I released my sperm into Derek’s tight cherry. But then Hank’s Cum Pump was ready for even more. With another huge thrust he shot his final load up me just as I was doing Derek.

    It was one of Hank’s party tricks. He had this ability to break off half way and then resume. It had gained him the reputation of being able to bed multiple partners.

    The three of us got in the shower together. To be more precise two soft cocks (Hank and me) and one hard (Derek). I remembered the first time I had showered with Derek. Would he try again in Hank’s presence? I was sorry he didn’t try despite my temporary flaccid condition which I find doesn’t put me off wanting a firm one up my ass. Perhaps the presence of Hank was a deterrent or more likely that Hank was in fact soaping the cheeks of my bum and genitals at the time and amazingly his cock was starting to firm up! We quickly dried ourselves. Derek looked at his watch.

    ‘Guess what the time is! Three o’clock!’ It was then that I remembered catching a glimpse, while I was dancing, of Colin talking on his mobile. ‘What time could that have been?’ I wondered.

    ‘So what’s happening?’ asked Derek of us both. I was sad to see Derek had seemed to loose control of his own house.

    ‘We go down for a beer of course’ says Hank ‘I’m bloody parched after all that fucking. I need a recharge!’ Derek ran off naked downstairs ahead of us.

    ‘Shall I put my jumper back on?’ I asked Hank. ‘Yea but nothing else. No hang on; change of mind; stick on that rugby shirt; I don’t think Colin will object, after all you’re a team player now! But definitely no pants right because we need to be able to get at you right?’

    I could never have realised the symbolic significance of an act which would lead to me visiting all sorts of places in the world I might never have seen otherwise. But that’s another story. Anyway the shirt only barely covered my bum and if I leant forwards at all it rode up over my buttocks. Hank had his fingers between them as we both descended the stairs. I sensed a slimy stickiness between my bare thighs as Hank’s attentions were making my anal sphincter relax. I just couldn’t help leaking there was so much cum up me!

    As we approached the bottom I thought I heard strange voices in the bar. In addition to Colin, Hedrick and Tony, there were two other guys. These two muscular were already in the nude but they were crowded round Derek admiring his fitness and feeling his muscles. I supposed this was Derek’s normal role. I was really glad he was getting their attention.

    Their attention switched to me as soon as I joined them at the bar. These burley guys were already sporting two lovely meaty dicks sticking out from their muscular bodies at about 45 degrees. Derek poured me another glass of wine while these two, without any introduction just pulled up my shirt and started feeling my bum slit.

    ‘Wow you’ve been well provided for already by the feel of things!’ said one of them. ‘What tells me Hung Hank had something to do with that?’ said the other laughing. But they were too excited to laugh really. One was already pushing an extremely hard dick into my juicy slit.

    ‘Hang on a second!’ said Colin. ‘Hey Derek clear everything off this end of the bar. OK come on lads lets lift him up on top’ Four of them lifted my naked body on the bare bar counter. Derek wanted to put a towel under me but I said I thought it might make us slip off. He and Colin held my legs back. There wasn’t much clearance over the bar but just enough room for a guy to get to work on me provided he didn’t push his ass up too high and hit the lights! But it gave the onlookers a chance to watch the action at really close quarters.

    The two newcomers wanted me to mouth their hard cocks before they did my asshole. I can tell you each one was a meal for anyone but this was a fucking banquet of the manliest meat I had ever experienced. They were, how can I say, both smooth and hard at the same time and so fucking hot!! This was a privilege! to suck such superb tools and with my face so near to their genitals all I could see was a forest of pubic hairs and occasional glimpses of their huge ball sacks. Of wow! there’s nothing quite like a close up view of virile testicles especially when you know full well what’s next on the agenda!

    No two guys are the same and however huge and overpowering it feels as their dicks surge in and out of your anal canal, there is something deeply personal about each experience, especially at the point when they shoot their load into you. You feel each spurt of cum as they release their sperm into your bottom. There is something so tender about even the strongest guys at that moment.

    So it was with these two in quick succession of each other, as the others watched in close up they dicked my slimy hole with cum oozing around my sphincter. Derek was concerned for me as he saw my anal rim being pushed in dragged out by these massive cocks. But when they finally pulled out I could feel spunk dribbling over my buttocks on to the bare wood beneath. The sight of this had swelled every cock in the place, including Derek’s, I noticed.

    Hank wanted to go next but he couldn’t fit under the bar so I made an athletic leap over to the sofa, inviting him to do me there. I can’t explain Hank really!! He fucked me as if he’d been chastened for a week. And this time he got very vigorous about it. So much so that something gave way in the sofa causing the whole thing to sink to the floor! It did make everyone laugh, even Derek I imagined he would have some explaining to do when his parents got back from holiday.

    And Hank’s latest delivery? I just don’t know where he gets it all from! He must surely some production facility in that massive scrotum of his beneath his ‘Cum Pump’! If I had leaked anything on the bar counter it was well replenished by the time Hank had finished with me! But the others were determined to lift me back up on the bar to get ringside views of the rest of the action.

    Tony and Hendrik did me again next, each spending a good five minutes shafting my bum and provoking my gland so that my limp cock was dancing in time with their probing. They both pumped their juices up me and it was so fucking nice that I can’t bring myself to make a comparison between these two utterly beautiful fit guys. They were fucking marvellous!!

    One other thing that was intriguing me then was the way Derek was taking a detailed interest in the action. While he watched me getting it from all the others he was flushed with excitement and his cock looked rigid. Those who had already done me had moved away and were chatting together and enjoying their beers.

    And so came the best bit of the evening. Hedrick had been the last of the team visitors to do me. As soon as he pulled out and got off the bar Derek jumped up and drove his dick straight up my ass. ‘Well done Derek!’ I managed to say as he started shafting me wildly. He was fucking me so hard he didn’t notice breaking a light fitting with his leg as he pounded me with his whole body.

    Then to cheers from everyone who had regrouped to watch the action, Derek finally released his pent up load inside me. This was a wonderful end to the evening. He jumped off the bar. Told everyone to shut up and keep their voices down. But he looked so happy. He had made it in front of the team guys. He could fuck as well as any of them. They cheered him again. He was restored as man of the house.

    After the Undress Rehearsal the only question was: ‘Would it be alright on the night?’


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  • Sissy Gets A Drilling at the Army Camp

    [This is a sequel to ‘The Examination Room’]

    ‘Come on quick get some clothes on, for fucks sake! they’re coming up the stairs!’

    Cyril was desperate that his mates shouldn’t see what he had just done. But I was left in a daze after being fucked so deep up my asshole I couldn’t think of anything.

    ‘Hey come on! cover yourself up!!’ Cyril was almost frantic trying to throw my pants over my bare bum but he missed and they slipped on the floor.

    ‘Cover what up? Oh Yea! Oooh Yes!! Now we see! Well no hiding what’s happened here. Wow! And that’ some pansy bum I’d say. And someone, ……. I wonder who, has given him a fucking good seeing to by the looks of things!!’ Barry was triumphant.

    ‘He’s oozing fuck out his ass! Look Don, Cyril must have given him one hell of a stuffing!’ Jeff had his fingers in my crack and I just lay there on my side with the three of them staring at my slimy ass crack. I had made no attempt to cover up; I just felt so sexy; I only wanted them all to fuck me and I couldn’t care less about Cyril’s embarrassment.

    In seconds the three of them were ripping their clothes off and flinging their pants off. Oh man! They were all so fucking big. Their cocks! I mean they were huge hard and horizontal everyone of them and without thinking I threw my arms around all their asses and tried sucking each in turn then I got all three in my mouth at once. I was fucking mad for it and as I began to taste lots of precum I rolled on my back, pulled my knees up and invited into my gaping asshole.

    ‘Form an orderly queue now’ said Jeff laughing as he drove his huge hard-on straight up my bottom. It took my breath away; it was so sudden. I had never been intimate with Jeff before and now here was his raging hard cock filling my bottom. It felt so fucking marvellous!! It felt like every bit of him, his lovely muscles and hairs arms were way up inside me!

    ‘Go for it man! Pump his pansy sissy ass till it fucking comes out of his ears!’ Barry was holding the base of his cock and waving it at me as he spoke. It was long enough to flex just enough to see how firm it was.

    Jeff was working his cock up me like a piston, then he in seconds he was jacking off; I felt his jizz coming in hot spurts deep inside my bum, then Barry, who was getting impatient almost pushed him over in his excitement. As soon as Jeff withdrew his long slimy dick from my hole Barry rammed his straight up me. His felt even bigger and stretched my hole like hell. I wanted more and more of him inside me, it was painful but oh hell, HE WAS HUGE!!!

    I was lying on my side now but Barry pumping was me really roughly and Don had thrust his rigid pink meat right in my mouth and halfway down my throat. I hardly knew who was who and I sucked Don like I was willing Barry on to fuck me. Suddenly Don started spurting loads of creamy spunk over my tongue and filled my mouth while Barry spewed a great flood of his hot fuck fluid up my bum hole. It was like great hot flushes filling up my rectum.

    Cyril had already given up being embarrassed and was determined to demonstrate his abilities. Immediately Barry had finished doing me and while I was still swallowing mouthfuls of Dons rich and sticky semen, Cyril was making a show of how he would drill my ass. In the end the others had to pull him off me as they were afraid I would be hurt as got so rough. Cyril had that extra staying power which happens when you have just got hard again.

    I just lay naked on the bed with my ass crack in a very slimy state while Cyril told the story about my visit to the Examination room. But I find it very hard to keep my anus tight when I know there are manly guys nearby and soon I could feel this sticky dripple which felt like it was oozing from between my buttocks.

    ‘I’ve seen that sergeant guy as couple of times and he’s always asking after you. Hawkins is his name I think his first name’s Dan but I’ not sure. Last week he asked if I could arrange for you to meet him. And yea, I can understand why!’ Barry said while observing my ass slit.

    ‘Why would he want to meet me?’ I asked, half knowing the answer.

    ‘Ah but it wouldn’t be for him would it? I mean from what I’ve heard he provides for his squaddies when they’re getting a bit randy’

    ‘Oh come on Barry what the hell are you talking about? Do you mean he’d just let the all those squaddies fuck the hell out of him! I mean, bloody hell!! How many are we talking about’ Cyril was outraged but I had got so excited at the prospect that Jeff had to put a tissue in my crack to stop me dribbling cum on the carpet. He made some remark about me being on heat and needing a tampon.

    ‘Er I think there are twenty five in a platoon is that right? Three sections of eight and the platoon commander, usually a sergeant’ Barry was very cool and matter of fact about it and knew very well I would not be able to refuse the prospect. ‘ Come on Cyril what’s the matter? You’ve not fallen in love with him or something! Can’t you see he just needs a bloody good fucking. Perhaps if he gets a really good load of guys up him it’ll put some hairs on his chest! So what do you say to it Carl? Shall I say you’re up to taking a bunch of soldier dicks up your bum hole? ‘

    It was a bit of rough type of snack bar where Barry had arranged for us to meet. I sipped coffee alone at a plastic table trying to appear self assured but feeling quite nervous about meeting up with Sergeant Hawkins. He had previously been very dismissive about me as he saw me as an effeminate wimp and not a proper a man. But then it hadn’t stopped him dosing my bare body with cum from his jizz pumping prick!

    ‘Hey Sheila make that another coffee!’ The firm voice right next to me was familiar. Then sitting down next to me said ‘What’s you name? Carla or something wasn’t it?’

    ‘It’s just Carl actually’ I corrected him.

    ‘Oh yes of course it is! Well good you came along! I er well for this sort of thing just call me Dan, right? I um dunno what that Barry guy told you I mean we just, you know, it’s a sort of a social visit kind of thing really I suppose.’ I was amused to see this forthright guy struggling for words and felt like asking him how many squaddies he had lined up to fuck me but I thought I had better not in case he got annoyed.

    ‘Yea I didn’t quite know what you had in mind but it’s good to see you. Do you come here often?’ I said deliberately choosing words like if I’d asked him for a dance!

    ‘If I tell you our company, that’s all eight platoons, have just returned from three weeks manoeuvres in the hills and are a bit well … not having had so much like er.. social contact. OK!’ he said leaning forward and lowering his voice; ‘They haven’t had a women for a hell of a time and if you’d like to come along….You see, you being such a dandy, it’s not like you’re a real guy; you know what I mean don’t you?’

    I thought of how shocked Cyril would be at me offering my body, or to be more precise my bottom, to an indefinite number of sex starved soldiers, and surrendering any manhood I might have had. But Dan knew me well enough to know it was an offer I couldn’t refuse.

    He explained he would have to arrange for me to get a blood test as ‘all the guys are in the clear, .. you know what I mean and you can never rely on all these rubbers can you!’

    It was a few miles from where I lived so, a few days later after they had done the tests, I took a bus to the camp gates. We had arranged that I report to a certain guy who would pick me up in a jeep. I suppose I might have guessed they would be the two MOs who took me to the Examination Room.

    ‘Don’t worry we’ll make sure you’re OK; cos the guys can get a bit rough when they’re kind of desperate. Any way we’ll start at 3 Platoon, that’s Hawkins’ lot.’

    ‘We’ve got a couple of things we need to do to you first… er …just to sort of get you ready really’ we drew up near a faceless looking building and I was shown into a sort of sluice room with showers and some shiny stainless steel gadgets hanging up on hose pipes. ‘Right better get your pants off cos we gotta clear your bum out before we take you to the lads.’ He didn’t wait for me but just grabbed my belt buckles undid them and drew my pants very deliberately down to my ankles. ‘Cor yea! I’d forgotten just how bloody sexy you were with your pants down. Come on get your shoes and socks off then come over here and bend your pretty bottom over next to that douche.’ I was beginning to enjoy this; it was like a bit extra before the real action started. It got me feeling more in the mood especially when I felt something cool and big being pushed between my buttocks. It was one of these gadgets with a long hose attached which he was going to thrust up my ass hole.

    There was something really fucking sexy about it all. I felt like I was in for a servicing as I felt this lovely smooth shiny plunger being pushed up my bottom. They were trying to be methodical but I could sense they were loosing their cool. Roy reached for a lever and I saw his muscles flex as he pulled it and I a great flush of warm fluids came flooding into my rectum. ‘Lovely smooth buttocks on the outside and a beautiful clean bum right inside; that’s what we want isn’t it Pansy Boy’ Nick commented as they kept flushing me out with soapy solutions. Each I had to rush to the toilet to expel before I had the whole forced up me again. And they seemed to be putting further up me each time too. ‘Ok that’s all for now, oh yea! Tell you what, I brought along a stick of my wife’s lipstick. Thought I’d put some around his cherry eh? What do you think!’ Nick asked Roy as he spread some neatly around my anus. ‘Got some nice smelling powder too, there you are! I wouldn’t be surprised if someone smooches that juicy cunt hole of yours., before they get going’

    It wasn’t very far after we got back in the vehicle and we were soon outside this long hut. It was nearly dark by now but I could just make out it had a sort of rounded roof.

    We went into this sort of recreation area with a pools table and you could see the lines of steel framed beds through an open door. They all turned to look at me. I was wearing some very tight and brief shorts.

    ‘On holiday or something are you?’ one of them asked in a friendly sort of way. Most of them them looked a bit ill at ease but it didn’t last long. Those standing near me got quite chatty asking me all sorts of questions about how I got invited. Some said I looked better than some of the chicks they’d had. But others further away wanted to get heard too ‘Do you come here often?’ one shouted amid a lot of laughter.

    ‘Depends how often I get invited!’ I replied immediately.

    That seemed to impress them but any respect I might have gained as a man in their eyes was quickly lost as Roy and Nick came rushing over with what looked like a huge syringe. ‘Er sorry we forgot, we should have done this before!’ Roy, apologising profusely, took me over to the side of the room but still in full view of everyone. I had to put one leg up on a chair while he slipped this thin plastic tube up a leg of my shorts. ‘Come on I’ve got to get it up you!’ he said impatiently as if I had to guide it in somehow. Everyone was standing around watching me now as Nick put his hands down the back of my shorts and fed the tube end into my bottom. My shorts were still on so they couldn’t see every thing put that just made it more exciting especially when he started pushing in the plunger. I felt very little inside me this time and I could see he was having difficulty trying to force this gel stuff through such a small tube. Then it blew off the end of the syringe so some of this gel ended up on my thigh.

    ‘Come on get on with it you lot we can’t wait all night. What the hell are you pissing about like this for get his fucking pants off and stuff it up him!’ The sergeant was getting a bit impatient.

    They had me nude from the waist down now and I got the whole syringe pushed up my asshole and the contents forced unceremoniously straight up my bottom in front of everyone. It made a real mess of the lipstick too smearing it all around my slit.

    ‘Cor look like you got a fair dose of the old gel up you there mate!’ whispered one of the squaddies as he made adjustments to the front of his denims to accommodate the situation inside. But at the same moment many of the other were taking their kit off so in seconds I was surrounded by the most fabulous display of male nudity. The sight of my bum being stuffed had made every single squaddy strip off utterly nude. And if all those naked muscular bodies wasn’t enough, every one of them was sporting the beautiful and huge erection. I just couldn’t take my eyes off their lovely pink shiny knobs. I knew I must take each and every one and suck them savour their manly juices it in my mouth.

    ‘That’s cos we gotta be aware of good hygiene haven’t we! So when you jizz your spunk up his pretty bum cunt you won’t get a dose of the plague right? That’s wot it’s all about see!’ barked Dan the sergeant. He was the only one still with some clothes on although he was ssoon in the underpants with a massive bulge at the front.

    ‘Right everyone next door at the double, where’s the regulation horse?’

    ‘It’s here Serge’ shouted one of the squaddies pointing at a leather vaulting horse.

    ‘Now listen up you lot, this is what it’s all about!’ the sergeant began. ‘This pansy boy Carla here, he’s too much of a sissy to carry a battle fatigue let alone do an assault course. He’s your perfect wimp with no fucking balls on him right! It’s up to you guys to show your mettle and get some fucking spunk up him to show him what real men are made of’.

    ‘Right you Private Hobbs I have selected you to get your eager cock between his bare buttocks and lube his ass slit so the rest of us can get up him. Now come on bend over the regulation horse Carla, we’ve gotta do things proper you know. Come on stand back you guys so we can all see the action’

    I think Dan had rehearsed this in advance because, in view of what had just been done to me, it was quite unnecessary. Hobbs wasn’t slow off the mark. Oh it was so good that I was at last experiencing one of their cocks for real at last! He wasn’t exactly obeying orders either as he worked his cock between my buttocks he began to jizz and immediately stuffed his knob into me and buried his meat pole in my bottom. He went in really deep and I LOVED IT!! Wow he had some production! And what force I felt!!

    But the sergeant was now only concerned about an orderly queue and the MOs where keeping a close up view of all the action. I had begun like a race; one squaddy after another stepping smartly up behind me stuffing his stiff rod rudely up my asshole then almost immediately forcing his fuck fluids into my body. It was like a continuous flow of spunk being spurted up me as each guy got so excited after watching the guy in front that he was ready to shoot as soon as he felt my anus clasping his knob.

    I was on the point of orgasming all the time and wildly groping and kissing their big hairy thighs as they stood watching me getting it.

    ‘Hey be careful it’s all running out!’

    ‘I can’t help it Serge he doesn’t seem to close up again when you pull out’

    ‘You’ve got to get a grip of ass mate. You’re leeking!’ The Sergeant barked at me as if I was a wayward cadet.

    ‘I can’t help it I want them so much I just can’t keep it closed’ I protested revelling in the feeling of helplessness.

    ‘The anal sphincter is a muscle sir and Carla hasn’t got any strong muscles that’s why she ..er he is here.’ The MO said in a ‘spot the deliberate mistake’ remark. ‘I think we should lay him flat sir so it would stay in him better.’

    ‘What do you mean, the regulation horse is not suitable? How come! the girls bend over it and don’t leek all down their legs.’

    ‘I am afraid its just that he hasn’t got what it takes to hold it in sir’

    ‘Right two volunteers you and you go round to the gym and bring up vaulting horse A3 and I shall personally designate it as the Horizontal Fucking Facility.’

    ‘We could just lay him on a mattress sir it would be more comfortable for him’ suggested one nice guy.

    ‘He’s here to get fucked not have a cosy lie down’ This brought lots of laughter as the two guys brought in the other horse. ‘Right this is your designated equipment for the use of’ The Sergeant did like the sound of his own voice.

    They got me to lie face down on this long low horse which had a much wider leather top. I took about half a dozen guys who drilled my bottom by driving their rock hard dicks straight between my damp buttocks and right down deep into my asshole. In this position I managed to take several guys hard cocks in the mouth; they couldn’t wait longer and their how tightly stretched knobs were on the point of exploding as I took each in my mouth. Wow they were so fucking good I wished I could have sucked them all as well as getting them up my as hole. Finally I was on my back with Roy and Nick holding my legs up while all the remaining guys did me full frontal.

    I love being fucked in this position. I could see the guys faces and expressions as they probed me and especially when they shot their load there was real passion on their faces Their muscles were flexing as they worked their super fit bodies up and down on me. Each time a sinew tensed in their biceps or their pectorals I felt this firm probing and stabbing of their cocks deep inside me. It’s that feeling of having a real man up you who knows exactly what he wants and has all the firmness of resolve reflected in his rigid and uncompromising cock.

    One of the bigger squaddies who had a fabulously muscular physique suddenly leapt on the horse so he was almost astride my face. Perhaps he did it to get a closer look at my asshole getting dicked but his balls dangled just in front of my face. What fabulous testicles they were! his big heavy balls hung right down and stretched the skin of his scrotum into long folds. I started licking them and when I took his balls, with my mouth already so full of spunk it was oozing from around my lips.

    They were gorgeous and as I was trying to reach the base of his cock, which was a bit too far away, he suddenly leant forward to see one of the guys spunk me. Suddenly it was his bottom which was now right in front of my mouth. And I began his buttocks frantically and even licking deep into his deep hairy slit. I never thought of doing it but he was so fucking sexy! I love guy’s hairy strong bums but never before had one been presented to me like this. I grabbed at his buttocks with both hands; they were so strong and hard. I was burying my face between them in his deep dark cleft. Oh how I wanted to get to him. All the time I was licking deeper and deeper and applying lots of slimy cum from my mouth. The others didn’t notice what was happening and this guy, Brady was his name, he leant a bit further forward and seemed to push his bum backwards deliberately.

    All of a sudden I was there! Pushing his cheeks apart with each hand and licking and kissing his tight male cherry. He must have felt my tongue going into his sphincter. I had made him very slimy all round his asshole and he seemed to be dilating as I licked him. Then pressing my lips against his anus I gave him a blow job up his ass and spat out a load of cum from my mouth which he took right up inside. But I really wanted to fuck him. I was mad about him but as I soon as I’d done this he sprung did a twirl on one hand like a gymnast and ended up facing me with his huge cock lined up with my asshole. In he came and oh what a hell of a fuck he gave me! I went into a wild orgasm as he ravaged my gland and pumped me full of hot sperm.

    Then next I realised the MOs Roy and Nick were doing me. How could anything be as good as what I had just had done to me but they were really good and I felt I owed it to them after what they did to me in the Examination Room. They were so expert with my gland and thrilled me into all sorts of orgasms while probing me in some really sensitive places. The Sergeant did me face down as that was how he said he wanted me. ‘1 want to see that fucking chic ass of yours take my jizz deep between those pretty little buns’ he said. He wanted to show he was on top of me and drilling down into my effeminate ineffectual frame. He was master, I was his inferior and he had me utterly conquered.

    It was suddenly quiet and I noticed some other guys fully dressed who I was sure had not fucked me.

    ‘What you’re 5 Platoon aren’t you? Er yes I suppose so he’ taking really well so long as we keep him on his back or face down. He’s not so good bending as he’s not strong enough to hold it in.’

    ‘Yea no problem we’ve got a mattress, it’s out of store still in plastic wrappers so bit leakage won’t matter. OK let’s go!’

    So it was that I was hustled into another hut to be done by another platoon of twenty five guys but I managed to slip a note to Brady with my mobile number. I knew he would contact me so we could meet up privately and do what needed to be done. I had gazed on his beautiful big shoulders and bulging pectorals. I just wanted to give him my prick, small as it is, and pump his great powerful body with everything I’d got.

    If you assume about 5mls of semen per guy that is 125 for each platoon and if you think that half a pint is about 280 mls then with me being done by two platoons of sex starved guys probably producing above average amounts then I must have got about a half pint glass on rich male semen mostly up my ass but some down my throat.

    I took the second platoon, all twenty five of them, on my back with my legs in the air experiencing so many orgasms I couldn’t count. They made their bodies more accessible to me as they were waiting to fuck me and I got to suck every cock and kissed and licked every bit of their strong hairy muscular bodies I could get at. They only thing they seemed to resist was when I tried kissing between their buttocks but I think it was just because they didn’t want the others to see. I got to a state where there wasn’t a single asshole I didn’t want to fuck although I realise it would have been physically impossible for me to do all of them!

    What I liked too was the way they dominated me and especially at the moments when I felt them ejaculating into me with such force. I knew I couldn’t have got away even if I wanted to. I just love that feeling of being taken by really strong men who invade my bottom and conquer and occupy my whole body. Who better to do that than a bunch of soldiers!

    The MOs took me back to the gate and I soon caught a bus. My departure had been a bit hurried as I gather the MPs were around. Anyway I hadn’t had much time to get dressed and sorted out so all I had on were those shorts and a T shirt. It was all a bit risky as my bum was very damp and I was concerned not to embarrass people on the bus. There was no one else until we got to the hospital entrance when three young nurses got on. The trouble with women is they always notice what you think isn’t noticeable.

    ‘Looks like you’ve been a visitor at the camp!’ on them said eying me up with a knowing look.

    ‘Oh yea I’m just on my way home!’ I replied.

    ‘Where’s home then?’ another one asked. It’s surprising how forward girls can be in a group.

    ‘It’s down Alexander Road’ I said

    ‘Well you won’t go there on this bus! It’s only going to the depot. It wouldn’t be safe for a dandy boy like you to walk alone. You’d better come with us I think’

    ‘Oh I’ll be OK’ I said still not realising the situation.

    ‘I don’t think so in that state!’ said the first girl .’You are going to have get things seen to now aren’t you! Hey Shirley have you got a tampon because it looks like he’ll need it pretty soon. Shirley took a little packet out of her handbag and gave it to Susy who quickly unwrapped this tampon and with that professionalism that you get with nurses she put her hand up my shorts and stuffed it up my asshole so quickly I don’t think anyone would have noticed. She was a lot more capable than those bungling MOs!

    ‘There you are you’ll be all right till you get back to our place’ she said reassuringly as if routine and without a hint of embarrassment.

    ‘So how many guys did you take?’ asked another girl called Cindy.

    ‘We’re going to give you a good looking over once we get back to our place’ it sounded like the Examination Room all over again but at that stage I didn’t realise just how naughty these girls and their friends were going to be!


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  • Life on the Island

    My name is Rodger Beemann, I was twelve years old in 1928 when this story started taking place.

    My Father ran a fishing boat out of Port Au Prince, and I was always helping him with his Boat.

    I can’t remember how young I was when I began going out on the boat with my Dad, but he usually had a crew that would be with him in the boat fishing.

    He was a wonderful man, as I recall he was very nice looking, handsome, and well liked by just about everyone that knew him.

    I remember my mother really being in love with him, and My Father had made it his life’s quest to make a boat captain out of me, teaching me, training me, I learned to read Maritime Maps, reading the weather and such, and I was learning all the things that were necessary to carry on the family’s fishing business, as my grandfather had done before my Father took over.

    My father decided to take the boat out this one particular afternoon, to check out a new motorized propelling system that he had built into the boat, with an inboard system, it would eleviate the need for sails, it was the latest and most wonderful invention, it would make the boat much faster, guaranteeing a bigger pay load of fish due to the fact of getting out there further and better and quicker..

    I’ll never forget how proud and bragadotious my father was haveing that new motorized fishing trawler.

    Well My Father was anxious to try her out and so My Father, my cousin David and I took off for an afternoon trial run of the trawler.

    In a very short time we had gone quite a ways out to sea, how many miles I was not sure , but there was no land in sight in any direction when the new motor conked out and quit on us.

    At first it wasn’t so bad but after about an hour of just floating and drifting It was starting to get dark, having not planned for such an event, my Father was beginning to get concerned, we hadn’t stocked any food or extra drinking water, no having planned to be out to sea for an extended trip.

    The ship at that time had no radio, it wasn’t really necessary being that it was a day trip boat, only goin out for a day’s trip at a time and usuall coming in just before dark each evening.

    Well we were adrift for at least three days when the whole thing began to go bad, up ahead was a huge storm, and my father was getting concerned, we had no way to steer against the storm, all we could do was hang tight and watch as the seas began to batter and blow us around like a match box in a bath tub. Huge waves were hammering the boat with the heavy wind doing just as badly, it was like all nature had lashed out at us, we had no idea where this storm was taking us, we were at the mercy of the winds and waves. I remember saying a prayer I had learned in church, but anyway, we woke up when we felt a big thud and I looked up over the edge of the boad and we were against the rocks beside this beach and there were trees and Land.

    We climbed out of the boat and almost got down and kissed the soil.

    We got the rope and tied up the boat to a large rock, it was definitely battered and beaten, by the storm, but it was still together.

    My cousin and My Father and I began to look around to see if the Island was inhabited and we took some canteens and flaskes and went looking for first water, fresh water to drink, and then anything else we could find, really we were looking for people and maybe civilization.

    We had firstly stayed close to the edge of the Island shore to follow it and not get too far into the Island interior, there was noting, lots of different birds, we saw several wild pigs, and many different kinds of animals. but not human beings on this island.

    By the time we had been there a week we found not one livign soul and we had covered the island completely.

    After seening my fathers disappointment turn to necessity, we began to built a hut to shelter us from the weather, and as time went on we began to find nuts, fruits, and we found out ways to trap those wild pigs for meat, and of course we had the fishing equiptment from the boat.

    I remember us finding this little fresh water fall, and a deep pool that we could get fresh water to drink from at the fall, and we would rinse off and wash and swim for enjoyment at the pool, it was almost like an Island Paradise.

    Outside of missing my mother and sister, I was loving it on this island, and My cousin was thoroughly enjoying it.

    I saw my father was looking sorta like he was in a fog one day he had begun to dress more appropriately for island life, he was now just wearing his boxer underwear, why not, no one else was on the island, I loved seeing his nicely hairy chest, and he was really awesome looking, nice muscular arms, thick chest, big thick legs, but I was getting curious what was under those boxers, for some reason, I coudl see it thick and long hanging under those boxers as he walked and I realized he was missing my mother, he looked at me and David and just said you boy’s stay here, I’ll be back in and hour or so.

    He took his long pole staff he had made and took off into the brushy almost jungle.

    Dave looked at me and said, ‘Where does he go?’

    ‘I don’t know,’ I responded.

    So as curious boys as we were, we decided to follow him one afternoon, we stayed back so he would not see us, I watched as he walked to the pool of water and as we watched he stripped off his boxer’s and got under the stream of falling water layed back against the falling spray and began to at first I thought wash himself, that’s when I noticed his cock was standing up like mine gets sometime and it was big, really big, I had never seen a cock like that before and as a twelve year old it looked like wow, huge.

    I watched my father as I got so turned on, sprouting my own wood, and I looked over and saw David as he reached into his own shorts and began to stroke his own pecker, and My David smiled at me, ‘So that’s what he does.’ He said.’

    I really at that time wasn’t sure what he was doing, all I know he was hoding his cock with his hand wrapped around it and pulling his hand back and forth with his right hand, and pulling on his chest nipple with the other, and from the looks on his face he was enjoying it a lot.

    I looked at David and said, ‘What’s he doing,’

    David pulled out his pecker which was a lot bigger than mine and said, ‘This,’ and David began to stroke his cock too, I was astounded at their actions. I guess I was a little embarrassed because I looked funny at David and left.

    About three weeks later David was now seventeen, and we were in our shelter, I was laying there on my sleeping mat, I guess my Father thought I was asleep and he told David in a whisper, ‘come here’

    David looked over to check an see if I was asleep and he went to my fathers bed, that’s when I began to take notice of something very unusual, My father began to undress David, and then he got naked himself, David leaned over and My father reached up and pulled David’s mouth down over his cock and David began going up and down with his head and my Father’s cock going in and out of David’s mouth, it was so exciting to watch, I was only twelve at the time but I wanted to do that too, my pecker was like a rock it was so hard..

    Well I tried to get to do that same thing with David, but he wouldn’t, he just said ‘I was too young.’

    Well I watched this for several years, it had become a regular think with My Father and David, I would watch and I guess the thought I was alseep.

    I was not just over seventeen and David was twenty two, I has seen some things change during their times together, My Father began to putting his cock inside David’s ass hole and fucking him like he was a woman, and they both seemed to enjoy it very much, I think David liked to feel my fathers big cock as much as My father liked to do it.

    I would wonder how that felt, and as they would be involved with their thing I would finger myself and pretend it was me Father was fucking.

    The My big Day came, David and I was gather some fruit from teh big trees inland on the Island deep in the jungel area, when I turned around to David, and said, ‘O.K. David, I’m older now, and I want to know how that feels,’

    ‘How what feels,’ He said, looking like he didn’t know what I was talking about.

    I walked up to David, and stood face to face with him and my hand reached out and began to rub his crotch. David smiled and said, ‘Oh that!’

    I pulled down his clothe that covered his cock and it was quickly getting hard, it was beautiful, I wanted it badly, It was hooded as most guys were then, and thick, and long, he was hung really good,

    I leaned forward and got at whiff of his aroma, and that sealed my fate, I licked on his swollen head as it began to unsheathe itself from it’s forskin confines, I felt his cock as I slowly took it into my mouth and I heard David, moan, and say, just watch those teeth, I began to suck his cock like I had seen him do my Father, and it didn’t take me long to feel his very muscular, slim, tight body start to almost convulse and his salty, sweet tasting, musty smooth, cum began to pour into my mouth, I swallow it like it was the nectar of the god’s.

    David’s body finally stopped jerking as his cock emptied its seed. David, just stood there looking down at me like he was in love.

    ‘Man, That was fantastic.’ He said.

    I said, ‘now what about me,I want to feel that too.’

    David, just turned around and said, ‘Here, like your Father, use this and He offered his asshole to me.

    Hey I already knew that my Father had been enjoying it for a long time now, I guess It was like Father like son.

    I looked at his little starfish looking rectum, and my cock got like a board, rigid, and very hard, I wet the tip of my cock with some saliva, mixed with a little of Davids cum, and then stuck a finger in his asshole, I had never done anything like that before, but it came natural to me.

    It was tight and a little rough getting my now fairly large cock into David’s ass, but I heard his groan as I finally sunk my cock into his manhole and god it felt awesome, I had never felt that before.

    His body was hot inside, and I could feel each little movement his body made, and when he would flex his asshole muscle it was just squeeze my cock like he was trying to milk me or somthing.

    By the time I had been in him twenty minutes I was huffing and Puffing, stroking and poking my cock in and out of his ass, he was in his zone, Damn he was enjoying it as much as I was.

    I felt his body get rigid and began to spasm as he unloaded his cucm onto the ground and I began to shoot my load into David’s asshole, My climax lasted for several minutes as I just went weak from it.

    Damn man, it drained my body of all it’s energy,

    ‘Well, how did you like it?’ David said with a smile,

    ‘I loved it, I hope we can do it some more.’ I said.

    ‘Hey babe, anytime you want,’ he said.

    Well you can guess the rest, we stayed on that island almost twenty years untill one day a US Navy vessel pulled into the bay there on the island to do some minor repairs to a damaged Prop, we ran down to introduce ourselfs and they took us back to mainland we had drifted, and been blown almost fifteen hundred miles in that storm.

    My Father looked at us and said, remember what happened on that island was just between us, due to necessity.

    We knew what he meant, but his joy was shortlived, My mother after we had been declared dead, missing at sea, greived herself to death and died five years after we went missing, My sister lived with My Aunt, David’s mother and she as raised by Aunt Jenny.

    Well My Father and I and David lived together untill the death of my father in 1972, but I have very vivid memories of the Island, and you can guess the rest.


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  • Ricky

    I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and no one was there. So I went and watched tv for a couple of hours and then decided to go take a shower. I gathered up my towel, soap, and shampoo and headed down the hall. It was about 2:30 in the morning so I was the only one in the hall but I had this feeling of being watched. I ignored the feeling and continued down the hall. I got into the shower room and started taking my clothes off. I swore that I heard 2 voices outside in the hall but I paid no attention. God I wish I had gotten an apartment with its own shower but it didnt really matter to me.

    I undressed and got into the shower. The warm water felt amazing running down my skin. I heard the door open and then a click whitch meant the door was locked. I couldnt see who it was because the way the shower room was setup is that there was a big dividing room between the toilets, the door, and the showers. In fear I quickly turned off the lights in the showers and ran and crouched in the corner. I heard 2 people laugh. The first voice said ‘wheres this little bitch you told me about.’ ‘Must be in the showers already.’ I heard in a familiar voice. My suspicions where comfirmed when the lights flipped on and I saw him standing there. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I thought to myself what wil Ricky do to me this time. I dont think he knew it but I loved the abuse. I a tall dark figure beside him.

    I later found out his name was Dequante. He looked about 6’3′ and about 250 pounds of pure muscle. They were wearing nothing but a thong. Rickys was in a pink thong with a seperate pocket for his dick and I could tell the material was streched to the limit. Dequante had a cheetah print thong that he was about to burst out of. They came and picked me up. I struggled and in return got a punch to the gut. They dropped me on the floor in front of one of the benches and threw something at me. It was a pair of frilly pink pantys with a hole torn in the back and they told me to put it. They said theyed be waiting in the showers. I put them on and walked into the shower area. They were standing there with their dicks at full attention. Rickys gave me no surprise but Dequantes did. It was black as night and at least 11 inches long. It was cut with a big mushroom head, it wasnt as thick as Rickys but it wasnt thin either. Dequante called me over and told me to get on my knees. Surprisingly he was gentle. He put his dick in my mouth and told me to take it slow. I could taste the sweet and salty flavor of his precum. I could only take about 7 of his 11 inches. Before I could take the rest he picked me up and held me like a baby. He stuck his tounge down my throat with the illusion of a passionate kiss but was really a distraction. I felt this searing pain in my ass and realized that he had started to fuck me with no condom or no lubrication whatsoever.

    Before i could yell out a scream of pain my mouth was met by Rickys lips. The feeling of my dick rubbing against Dequantes abbs, the pain and pleasure emenating from my ass and Rickys tounge assaulting my mouth was pure orgasmic. This went on for 2 to 3 minutes and then Dequante stopped, layed on his back with me still on him, and held me tight as if to stop me from moving or getting up. I felt something wet and warm hit my asshole. I turned my head and saw Ricky rimming my ass and at the same time licking Dequantes dick. Dequante started to pump in and out of my ass again while Ricky continued to explore with his tounge. Ricky started to finger my ass in rythm with Dequantes dick. My ass finally started to relax when a jolt of pain shot from my ass.

    Ricky had shoved his dick into my ass. I was now being penetrated by 2 huge dicks and the feeling was amazing. They fucked me in 2 different rhythms. I could barely breathe due to the pain, the pleasure, and the weight of Ricky all at the same time. The pantys were amost ripped comletely in half along with my asshole. Ricky started to jerk. He plunged his dick all the way in and let the floodgates open. My ass filled with cum. His orgasm set of a chain reaction because I came and I could feel Dequante getting there. Ricky got off of me and went and sat in the corner panting in exaustion slowlyjacking off. Dequante turned me over on my stomach and beared his whole weight on me and started to fuck faster and faster. He started to grunt. He stopped and started to cum. He came for 2 minutes straight. He got up. Ricky came and picked me up and carried me over to the bench. He layed me down on the bench with my ass hanging over the end. He started to fuck me like a stallion. He fucked me so hard I thought he was gonna break my hip. Then he gasped and I felt this huge weight on top of me. Dequante started to fuck Ricky.

    I think we were both surprised.the fucking went to a whole new level. It was like I was being topped by 2 men at once. Without warning Ricky came like a horse. I was surprised my ass could hold it all. Dequante soon came in Rickys ass. Ricky pulled out and latched his lips around my sore asshole. He started to suck and the cum drained right out of my ass into his mouth. I had never experienced that feeling and it felt good. He came to my mouth and kissed me. The cum flooded my mouth and I swallowed 3 or 4 times before it was all down. I layed there in exaustion . Ricky whispered in my ear ‘ do you wanna be my boyfriend? If so leave a note under my door’ Him and Dequante got dressed and left.I took my shower and went to bed…


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  • How I Got Under Your Skin

    With no further ado Riff pulled Caleb up toward the head of the bed. The two men shared a pillow as Riff spooned behind Caleb. When Caleb felt Riff push the length of his cock up between his butt cheeks he wanted to squeal, but he withheld that response; instead Caleb reached behind with his right hand and pulled his butt cheeks further apart, so that Riff’s hard cock could really wedge itself, full length, between Caleb’s solid glutes. Riff pulled Caleb so tight that he could feel the rings in Riff’s nipples pushing into his back. Caleb could not remember ever being quite this happy.

    The two men drifted into a sexual haze.

    ***

    In point of fact Riff hit REM sleep thirty seconds after he closed his eyes. Caleb on the other hand found sleep impossible; besides, he didn’t want to sleep; he wanted to experience every second with Riff. Caleb was sensually transfixed. He had Riff’s remarkable, beautiful, enormous, magical cock sandwiched in his butt, so that’s where Caleb’s mind was…. between his glutes hugging and sensing Riff’s magnificent fuck-rod with every neuron in the area. Caleb wanted to turn around and wake Riff up; he wanted Riff to fuck him ragged. More than anything he wanted to be the best, the happiest, and the most grateful new faggot in Miami; he wanted to be whatever Riff wanted him to be. Lying there, ‘holding’ Riff’s cock, every minute was an exercise in self control; he wanted to touch Riff’s skin; at the very least he wanted to turn around and watch his super male, cockmaster sleep, BUT Riff needed to rest, and he wanted to do it with his dick sandwiched in Caleb’s ass crack so that’s what Caleb did.

    As Caleb laid there breathing his whole mind was in those places where his body was touching Riff’s. Caleb gently rocked and swayed and brushed himself against Riff and as the minutes passed he became more and more invested in those points of ‘shared skin.’ It was driving Caleb toward sensual mania.

    After a while Caleb began to wonder how long it would be till Riff’s watch sounded, and suddenly he realized that Riff was ‘jerking him off, making him come, milking him’ every time that alarm went off. Caleb wondered why Riff was doing it… was it some kind of game… punishment…. but the longer Caleb thought about it the more he warmed to the idea. It was really pretty cool. Riff was making this ‘day’ all about Caleb and even though Riff seemed very annoyed, Caleb had the distinct impression there was a kinder motive at the root of Riff’s behavior.

    As Caleb thought and wondered and questioned and tried not to think about how badly he wanted to turn around and kiss Riff, he came to certain conclusions: HE WANTED RIFF; HE LOVED RIFF; PERHAPS MORE THAN ANYTHING HE WANTED RIFF TO LOVE HIM; HE WANTED TO BELONG TO RIFF; TO BE HIS, HIS BOY, HIS CALEB. CALEB WANTED TO BE RIFF’S OWN TRUE LOVE; RIFF’S ONE AND ONLY. AND HE DECIDED TO DO WHATEVER IT TOOK TO ACCOMPLISH THAT GOAL….

    CALEB’S GREATEST FEAR WAS: WHAT IF RIFF DOESN’T LOVE ME? WHAT IF, BECAUSE HE LOVES C, HE CAN’T LOVE ME?

    Naturally Caleb’s mind was full of thoughts of C…. the mystery man…. the man who seemed to own Riff the way Caleb wanted Riff to own him….. Riff did everything possible to let Caleb know that his bond to C came first; that Riff belonged to C; that C could have Riff totally and completely by just asking….. That thought scared the shit out of Caleb. What if C called Riff today and ‘ordered’ him to cut Caleb loose…… Caleb realized Riff would do whatever C told him….. That thought sent a cold chill through him…..

    But Riff had also said that C told Riff to see Caleb; to spend time with him. Maybe C would allow Riff to keep Caleb; maybe C could own Riff and in turn Riff could own Caleb. As he thought about it Caleb came to the conclusion that he’d take Riff any way he could get him; that he’d do what he had to in order to accept Riff’s connection to C as long as Riff could keep his connection to Caleb. Caleb breathed a huge sigh. For the first time he saw a way to keep Riff in his life and somehow ‘put up with’ C’s interference. Caleb began to realize it was in his own best interest to ingratiate himself to this ‘C’ guy; that he’d be better off nodding and tacitly approving Riff’s affection and connection to C….. AND that to do otherwise could jeopardize his new found happiness as Riff’s faggot in training. Caleb loved Riff; he adored him. If Riff loved and worshipped C, then Caleb had to somehow link with C too. As Caleb rationalized his new situation it also occurred to him that if Riff loved C he must be a pretty wonderful man. On top of that Caleb wondered at C’s mystical ability to hold power over someone as totally commanding as Riff. Caleb could not imagine ANYONE not bowing to Riff’s unyielding masculine authority. Not only was Caleb in awe of Riff’s power; he was utterly terrified of the thought of opposing him or any of his wishes. Caleb could not imagine ever saying ‘no’ to Riff, not if Riff insisted…. Geeeze even playing around Riff scared the bejesus out of Caleb when he shouted or grabbed the back of his neck or god forbid whacked Caleb’s ass. When Riff raised his voice Caleb wanted to kneel and kiss his feet…… Caleb suddenly realized that he’d do anything Riff commanded. On top of everything else, Riff seemed to know everything……. absolutely everything……. And once again Caleb wondered what kind of a man could get Riff to bow to his will……. Suddenly C began to take on mythical proportions…………

    Riff’s watch began to buzzzzzzzzzzz…………

    The room was thick with heat and sex and humidity. As Riff began to stir he stretched head to toe, sliding his fat hard prick up and down in Caleb’s wet crack, which in turn got Caleb sweating and pushing back onto Riff’s slick rod. Riff reached over Caleb’s arm, tweaked his right nipple and pushed his torso deeply into Caleb’s back. Caleb cooed when he felt Riff’s rubbery hard nipples and the rings through them press into his back. Everything about Riff’s magnificent body kept Caleb in a sensual paradise.

    Riff pressed his lips to the back of Caleb’s ear, ‘Are you ready for me boy?’

    ‘Yessir!’

    ‘Then haul ass out of bed. I’m gonna work you boy. I want your body hard, cut, and fully charged.’

    Before Caleb could get out of bed Riff had him by the wrist, yanking him to his feet and pulling him into the ‘exercise’ room. In actual fact it was one of the two extra bedrooms Riff had in the apartment, and it’s where his free weights, soloflex, climber, rowing machine, resistance bike, skier, and other assorted muscle toys were currently sitting.

    Riff tossed a small butt plug at Caleb and barked, ‘OK boy, put this where ‘the sun don’t shine,’ then hop on that bike boy and start peddling. I want you hot, wet, and pumping your legs to save your ass…… NOW!!’

    Caleb danced his legs apart and wiggled the flesh colored plug into his ‘well-used’ asshole…… an involuntary shiver raced up his back as it was sucked into place; then he half bounded over to the bike and climbed on. Caleb had trouble ‘seating’ himself; his ass was slick for a number of reasons and it was hard to stay on the small leather bicycle seat. Still, he did his best, and began to peddle. Riff had the resistance set to its highest level so it took all of Caleb’s effort to turn the gears. He hunkered down and put his whole body behind his muscled legs. He was determined to impress Riff……. if his legs fell off…. well, then he’d get a wheel chair.

    Riff glanced at his watch and was surprised to see it was already 1:30 PM. As he left the room he called over his shoulder, ‘I’m going to call for lunch….. When I get back I want you hot, boy…… HOT…… I plan to work you pup….. whip you into the best looking faggot in Miami.’

    Riff went into the living room and called one of the Asian take out restaurants in the neighborhood. He ordered a well thought out menu for Caleb….. things that would make the meal………. memorable. It occurred to him that Caleb was overdue for his next orgasm so he returned to the work-out room for the next ‘extraction.’

    Caleb was struggling and straining to keep the peddles turning; sweat was running down his face, his chest, and his legs. When Riff saw that his cock strained against the harness and his balls pulsed. He picked up a set of bar bells and walked in front of the bike. Riff decided to give Caleb a show of his own, so Riff began to curl the forty pound bar in fast reps. Seeing that energized Caleb. In a few minutes the room was filled with the sounds of the bicycle chain whizzing, the weight rings clanking and two red hot studs strenuously huffing and puffing…… (staring intently at each other).

    Caleb’s chest was a mass of wet crimson skin stretched across white bands of muscle and ligaments. Every minute or so Caleb would snap his head right then left to shake the accumulating sweat from his eyes…. he was mesmerized watching his sandy haired, sun bronzed lover pumping his beautifully independent pecs…… In truth, both men were edging themselves toward crushing orgasms just by studying and staring at each other.

    Time passed but neither man noticed. Finally Caleb had to speak. Totally out of breath, but still peddling, he heaved, ‘Sorry……… sir………but…….. I………. really…………need…….. to……. pee.’

    Riff kept pumping.

    Minutes passed.

    Caleb slowed his legs and repeated, ‘Sir……. I…….. am……… so……… sorry……. but……… I……….. really………… really……….. really…….. HAVE TO……. PEE.’

    Riff put down the barbell and walked behind the bike. He leaned into Caleb’s ear and said, ‘Hold it…….. we’re going to have some fun.’

    Caleb stopped peddling, turned toward Riff, wrinkled his nose, and said, ‘Fun with peeing?’

    Riff slapped Caleb on the back and smiled, ‘You bet your ass. Come on now, don’t tell me you’ve never heard of ‘water sports.’ Fag boys like you love piss play.’

    Caleb answered, ‘Sure, I’ve heard about that stuff, but……gee whiz…… c’mon…….. sir….. there’s nothing I want to do…….. with you…….. you know…… Certainly nothing with urine. Please……. sir…… can’t I just pee?’

    Riff stood back, ‘Go put your jeans on.’

    The words hit Caleb like a slap in the face……. ‘AW NO……. PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME LEAVE……. PLEASE!!! PLEASE, JUST TELL ME WHAT TO DO.’ Caleb felt the panic rising in his throat.

    Riff looked him in the eye, ‘Go and put your jeans on……. NOW!!!’

    Caleb’s eyes filled with tears, and his chin hit his chest as he slowly got off the bike. He was on the verge of sobbing as he walked into the bedroom and picked his jeans up off the floor. He started to take the condom off.

    Riff barked, ‘Don’t you dare take that off. All I said was to put your jeans on. Christ, will you ever learn to LISTEN. You boys are all alike…….. You never listen. CONDOM STAYS ON, PLUG STAYS IN!!’

    Some of Caleb’s fear abated…… now he was confused…….. AND he had to pee. As he was buttoning his jeans Riff grabbed him by the ear and led him into the john.

    ‘Climb into the tub boy.’

    That did it. Caleb was not stupid. He knew immediately what was about to happen AND he didn’t care. It was crystal clear to him that he’d do whatever Riff said. Caleb knew more than anything HE DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE. He would capitulate. He’d do whatever Riff told him.

    Riff got into the tub behind Caleb. He reached around Caleb and grabbed both his nipples…… hard. As he held them in a death grip and pulled Riff said, ‘OK boy, let loose and describe everything that happens………. and how it makes you feel.’

    Caleb shrugged his shoulders and leaned back into Riff’s chest. Caleb’s cock was hard as steel; he was soaked to the skin; he was still a little frightened; his nipples were beginning to cry for help, but he had no trouble peeing……. He really had to go……..

    Caleb began, ‘You’re really hurting my nipples. BUT I DON’T MIND…… HONEST!! And I’m starting to um pee……. piss (Riff smiled)…… yes, I’m pissing…. OOhhh…. there’s some pressure against the condom….. the piss it really pushing against it…. and it feels kind of interest…… good….. it feels pretty good…. and now it’s coming out all around the condom and my dick is getting a little softer……. and there it goes…. the condom is off…. Wow, the pee…. piss is really hot…. and it’s starting to go down the inside of my jeans….. Gee that’s pretty hot piss…… and some of it is like riding up my ass…….. Ouch you’re squeezing my nipples a…lot… more…… but … but… it’s making my dick jump around like crazy…… and….. and Boy O boy I’m really pissing hard and it’s pouring down both my legs and kind of like raining on my bare feet…… OH WOW…. when you let my nipples go they snapped back and my dick almost exploded….. boy oh boy Riff this is sooooo much fun….. Ya know, I really am sorry that I……. ‘ Riff interjected, ‘STOP IT!!’

    Caleb understood and continued his commentary, ‘…..and Geeeze my dick keeps trying to go down but then you keep…. grabbing my nipples….. and it gets harder again… Boy O Boy I really had to go…. I’m still going pretty strong and it’s …….. hot……. and WOW…. that feels very strange the way you keep grabbing my chest and pulling like that……. and I can’t believe how hot this piss is…. it’s very hot…and my pants and legs are soaking wet and squishy…. and OUCH!…. now you’re pinching my nipples……. AND PULLING…… and …. God my dick is hard……. and still going strong…. OWW.. you’re pinching my nipples again, but sir, it’s making my cock even harder…. FUCK, THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT….. THANK YOU SIR…. GOD, SIR I AM SO…..’

    Riff interjected, ‘YOU’RE DOING IT AGAIN.’

    Caleb continued, ‘……and I’m still pissing like a fucking racehorse….. and I’m very excited….. my nipples are getting sore… but in spite of that it’s kind of setting up more of a connection with my dick…… I can feel some of that sensation…. that pinching is… it’s in my dick….. WOW…..

    Caleb’s breath was coming in short puffs now. Riff was alternately pinching and pulling and snapping the kid’s tits and pushing his own harnessed cock up and down the back of Caleb’s wet jeans. As Caleb’s flow began to ebb Riff started to chew on his neck…. both men were moving toward orgasm at break neck speed……

    The doorbell rang.

    Riff stopped everything, jumped out of the tub, and raced out of the bathroom. Caleb was so taken aback that his mouth hung open, as he said a semi-quiet, ‘…..but….. wait.’

    In another second Caleb heard Riff call out, ‘I AM COMING….. GIVE ME ONE MINUTE!’

    The funny thing was that in one minute Caleb would have come too.

    Riff re-entered the bathroom, expensive short silk bathrobe open on top, waving around a pair of scissors.

    Riff smiled at Caleb, ‘You can’t answer the door like that.’

    Caleb sighed in relief. For a second he was terrified that Riff was going to make him answer the door in his piss filled jeans.

    Riff said, ‘Hold still.’

    Riff put the scissors at the cuff of Caleb’s jeans and cut them up the seam, past the knee to the thigh. Then snip, snip, snip around and one leg was gone. Riff made short work of the other leg and thirty seconds later Caleb was standing in Riff’s bathtub wearing a piss soaked pair of short-shorts.

    Riff grinned from ear to ear. ‘Time to get lunch………. Time for YOU to get lunch.’

    Caleb’s whole head turned beet red, ‘but…… but….. but…… I’m……. my jeans…… I’m wet…… it’s pee……. my jeans…… there’s nothing left….. they’re obscene….. I smell….’ He didn’t know where to begin.

    Riff continued to smile, ‘I know. Now go get our lunch. Pretend you just got out of the pool.’

    Caleb answered, ‘What pool? There’s no pool. Please Riff…. um…… sir….’

    But even as he sputtered and stuttered Caleb knew he’d be answering the door and humiliating himself….. HE KNEW IT.

    Riff just stood back and waited.

    Finally Caleb said, ‘Can I have a towel or better yet a rag to wipe some of the pee… piss…. off my legs. I don’t want to get it all over your carpet.’

    Riff laughed, ‘Have you been paying attention? This whole apartment is a disaster with cum and precum and sweat everywhere. A few drops of your piss aren’t going to make a whit’s difference. So just get the door.’

    The two overgrown boys marched to the door. Riff stayed a few steps behind Caleb so that he could watch his hot hard ass pump up and down while the younger stud walked. Riff had ‘fashioned’ Caleb’s new shorts so that the back was even more obscene than the front. He could see half of Caleb’s glutes as they flexed and bobbed toward the door.

    Standing on Riff’s threshold was a cute Chinese boy wearing tight white jeans, a bright green tank top and cowboy boots. He was holding two large brown bags.

    When Lau saw Riff standing behind the tall dark hunk at the door he spoke around Caleb to Riff, ‘Hey Riff, what’s up……… Holy shit, what are you guys up to?’ He took a step back and continued, ‘Riff, you told me you weren’t into guys my age…..This guy doesn’t look any older than I am… You know what I said…… I’d do anything…. I’d be open to anything….. ANYTHING….. you name it Riff… ‘ Caleb wanted to knock the kid on his ass, but before he could jump in, Riff pulled him back and said, ‘You’ve got it all wrong Lau. I’m just babysitting for this BOY. It’s like a favor for his mommy and daddy. And I’ll tell you something; they aren’t paying me enough……..’.

    Caleb flushed bright red; Riff was revving up the embarrassment engine and firing on all eight cylinders at once.

    ‘…… I mean look at this….’ and Riff tugged at the belt loop on Caleb’s jeans. ‘… he pissed his pants, and it’s not the first time. Since he’s been here today….. No wait, I’ll let him tell you.’

    Riff took Caleb’s shoulder and squeezed, ‘Caleb, tell Lau how many times you’ve pissed yourself today.’

    Caleb looked at the floor, turned toward Riff, locked his jaw, and whispered, ‘Pleeeze Riff, not in front of…… this guy…… pleeeeeze……. anything else….. but not in front of some stranger…. some guy I don’t know….. pleeeeze….’

    Riff let go of Caleb’s shoulder and pinched his ear, ‘Caleb, let’s try this again. TELL LAU how many times you’ve pissed yourself today. NOW!!’

    As a tear gently rolled down Caleb’s cheek he whimpered/whispered, ‘twice…….’

    Riff added, ‘Now tell Lau who you are and what you do….. GO AHEAD OR I SWEAR I’LL PUT YOU OVER MY KNEE RIGHT HERE….. RIGHT NOW…… IN FRONT OF LAU!’

    Caleb choked out, ‘My name is Caleb Reston….. I work for a moving company.’

    Riff tweaked Caleb’s ear and said, ‘…..and?’

    Caleb could barely speak, ‘…. and I’m in law school.’

    Lau grinned, ‘Sorry Riff. I didn’t realize you were a BABYSITTER….. Do you think you might be able to sit for me some time?’

    Riff let go of Caleb’s ear and moved behind him, ‘Sorry Lau, this little one is taking up all my free time.’

    As Riff unbuttoned Caleb’s jeans and reached into his shorts Caleb nearly flexed out of his skin. Lau’s eyes opened so wide he no longer looked Asian.

    Riff ‘discovered’ the loose condom next to Caleb’s still erect cock. He found the open end and with great one-handed dexterity, Riff slid it back where it belonged.

    Caleb forgot all about his tears as Riff very deliberately and quite obviously began to rub Caleb’s ever growing, condom-covered prick up and down in long slow strokes. Then as Riff lapped at Caleb’s ear he continued to talk, ‘No Lau, all my babysitting time is spent working with THIS BOY. He’s a slow….. slow…… slow…. learner….. but I’m a very patient man. Sure, some times when he’s very, very bad and he pisses me off I have to take him over my hard knee and spank his bare ass….. over….. and over…… and over… till it’s all red and hot and he’s crying like a little baby boy….. And sometimes he gets so fucking dirty that I have to drag him by his hair into the bathroom, strip him all the way down, and work him with soap and water till his skin is all slick and pink and clean…’

    Suddenly Caleb was feeling a whole lot better…… and very ‘special.’

    All three men were melting in the hot afternoon sun; as they stood in Riff’s doorway while he slowly, deliberately, long-stroked Caleb’s hot prick up and down and up and down….. harder….. harder….. harder…. and he continued his narrative, ‘…. But Lau, when I work on a boy like Caleb here, I work him and work him and work him. What’s more I refuse to give up. I mean I make him pump these muscles….’ Riff grabbed Caleb’s whole left pec with his free hand and began to rhythmically rub, press, squeeze, and release it over and over and over, ‘….. I make him sweat Lau… and pump…. and pump… and pump. I make him work his smooth buff rock hard ass till he’s weak all over….. and then I work him some more… Boys have to learn Lau….. and when it comes to THIS boy… well, his education is in MY HANDS…..’ and Riff roughly pulled Caleb closer and tighter. Caleb leaned further into Riff’s strong arms and let his head fall back on Riff’s shoulder. Caleb was having trouble remembering what had been so upsetting.

    Riff immediately began to make long slow swipes up Caleb’s throat with his slippery wet tongue, ‘……. and make no mistake Lau, this boy is filthy…. filthy….. filthy…. he’s as dirty as they come….. scummy….. slimy…… dirty and disgusting. But Lau, it gets worse….. so very much worse. I just learned something. I found out…….. Well Lau, it turns out that this big, hot, hard, wet, dirty, filthy boy is a FAGGOT! He’s a lousy, man loving, cocksucking, ass fucking queer. So now I have even more work ahead of me. Lau, I said to myself, I said ‘Riff, what can you do?’ Lau, this filthy disgusting perverted boy wants cock. He wants big, huge, giant, dirty, slimy, filthy hard pricks; grown men’s big firm dicks, rammed up his boyass. He wants to lick men’s filthy, hairy, sweaty balls and suck on their great big cocks….. he wants to shove his tongue up their assholes….. Can you imagine that Lau? filthy… dirty…. slutty… faggot…. he wants men to put their hands all over him…. He wants men to kiss his filthy, dirty lips and fuck his asshole with their hot hard dicks. He’s a great big FAGGOT, FAIRY, QUEER, COCKSUCKER….’

    Right around this time Caleb’s dick began to shoot. It shot so hard that with every orgasmic wave Caleb’s whole body contracted…. and flexed….. and contracted…. and flexed….. and contracted…… and flexed…. and flexed…. and flexed….. and flexed….. and flexed.

    Poor Lau, eyes wide open, mouth agape, fingering his own cock, was panting.

    A few seconds later Riff said, ‘So Lau, I’d give you a ten dollar tip, but if I let this boy go he’d only fall down and get all dirty. How about you put the whole thing on my tab?’

    Lau swallowed hard and tried to find his voice. Finally he squeaked out, ‘Sure thing Riff….. thanks….. for….. thanks….. see ya!……..’ and with the wet stain in the front of his white jeans spreading, Lau turned on his heel and ran toward his car.

    Riff smiled to himself and said, ‘Gee Caleb, I hope it wasn’t something I said.’

    But Caleb didn’t hear him. He was still leaning against Riff and basking in the considerable afterglow; only one thought in his spinning head, ‘I love him.’

    Riff left the condom in place, and carefully removed his hand from Caleb’s shorts. Caleb immediately turned around and slumped into Riff’s arms. A second later they were kissing….. a soft, gentle, tender, passionate…… very long kiss.

    A couple minutes later Riff pushed Caleb off his face and said, ‘Boy, get those bags and put them on the table…… and be careful with that condom….. you know the drill I want it all…. every drop!’

    Caleb turned his back to the door, bent at the waist and gingerly fingered the condom. He took it off slowly, wondered where to put it, and finally placed the open end between his teeth; then he closed his zipper, turned back around, bent over, and grabbed the two brown paper bags. He closed the door, brought the food into the dinning room, and stood next to the table in his damp shorts…… starry eyed and grinning.

    Riff took off his robe, threw it onto the couch, and barked, ‘Shorts off while you eat…… but keep that harness in place….. and tighten the strap around your balls… by at least one notch….. I like the idea of you balls eventually hanging around you knees boy…… long and loose.’

    Caleb pushed down the shorts, folded them in half and put them on a nearby end table. He had a hell of a time snapping the two inch ball strap one snap closer to strangulation. …… but he didn’t mind the pain, he was too darn happy……. he was cock-sucking, ass-fucking, queer-loving, joyous…. and utterly taken, totally in love, head over heels, lock stock and barrel.

    As Riff set the plates and glasses on the table he glanced up at Caleb, ‘Stop grinning at me…… you look foolish.’

    Caleb took the condom out of his mouth and said, ‘Sorry sir,’ but kept smiling.

    ‘Caleb, you look like a little puppy dog, all dewy eyed….. and I don’t like it! It makes me nervous. I am not your husband and this is not our honeymoon….. DROP THAT FUCKING SMILE…… or I swear I’ll take you over to the damned couch and whack your ass.’

    Caleb answered, ‘OK.’

    Riff turned toward him, ‘You don’t care if I put you over my knee and beat your ass?’

    ‘Not if it will make you happy Riff….. or sir…. Anything that will make you happy… I don’t care anymore. Just tell me what to do.’

    Caleb’s little revelation hit Riff hard. Christ, what had he done? This was not good. He couldn’t let the kid feel this way….. he was getting too attached. Caleb was mixing up sex….. great sex… with falling in love. Shit, Fuck, Piss…. Caleb, was falling in love; Riff knew it but he was equally aware that, in his heart, he didn’t feel the same…. that he would never feel that way….. about Caleb. He had to nip this thing in the bud.

    Riff walked up to him, put his hands on Caleb’s shoulders and pushed him back into the dinning room chair at the head of the table. As Caleb sat smiling Riff moved his own legs apart and sat down hard on Caleb’s lap. Riff pressed his chest into Caleb’s; their hard cocks crushed together….. beating…..

    Riff brought his lips to Caleb’s ear and spoke, ‘You’d better hear me boy…… hear me good. This is not a love story. We’re not even friends….. exactly. We’re having some fun. YOU want to be a faggot-boy. I know all about faggot-boys so I’m happy to be YOUR faggot-boy tour guide. My intention kid is to wear you down like the eraser on a pencil…… till you’re all used up…… then you’ll be a card-carrying, faggot-boy. And Caleb, that’s the whole story. If you keep pushing this……. If you keep acting like you want to be my prom date….. My GIRLfriend….. My SPECIAL SOMEONE…. I will throw your ass out of this apartment AND never speak to you again…… Now answer me boy…. ARE WE CLEAR?…. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?’

    Caleb gulped, ‘Yes sir.’

    Without moving Riff replied, ‘Are we going to EVER have this fucking conversation again? …….EVER?’

    Caleb returned, ‘No sir….. never.’…… but he didn’t believe it.

    Riff started to get up and then brought his weight back down hard!!! ‘…. and Caleb, if you piss me off again today…… I mean if you get under my skin once more I’m going to drag your ass down to the bus terminal and push you and ride you and goad you until you make me fifty bucks selling blow jobs for five dollars each, to total strangers. Do you think I could force you to suck cock for me? Do you think I could get you to accede to my wishes? …..If I pushed and pushed and pushed?’

    THAT caught Caleb’s attention. He began to think at breakneck speed. If Riff exerted his full influence….. if he really wanted…… Caleb might….. he…….. Jesus Christ, if Riff actually wanted, absolutely insisted….. Caleb would do it……. What Caleb realized was that he’d do just about anything in his power to please Riff……. BECAUSE HE LOVED HIM!!……. And many things came into focus…. Riff could say whatever he wanted…. that it was sex, it wasn’t love…. that it was Caleb’s first gay tryst…. that Caleb was still a kid……. But Caleb knew in his heart that he loved Riff…. and he was next to certain that on some level Riff knew it too. Why the heck did Riff think Caleb would follow his every wish? Riff seemed completely sure that he could get Caleb to suck off strangers….. And it was true…. Caleb would bend for Riff….. BECAUSE HE LOVED RIFF……. So why the hell didn’t Riff see it? Caleb decided to play it cool; he was next to positive that Riff loved him…… on some level…. and that Riff knew it….. on some level….. The whole mess sent a chill through the younger man. He had to be careful; he had to wait for Riff to see. It occurred to Caleb that he could mess this up by being too quick, too impetuous. Caleb had to relax….. He had to be discrete….. He had to acquiesce…. seem to acquiesce…. or he’d blow it……. RIFF LOVED HIM!!…. For a moment Caleb almost laughed out loud… then the image of him kneeling in front of a transient at the Bus Station flashed in his head…… That calmed him right down.

    Caleb put his head down on Riff’s shoulder and said, ‘Yes sir….. you could get me to do it.’

    Riff smiled, ‘So Boy-O, the only question is, ‘would I actually do it?’ and there’s only one way to find out. Do your really want to test me boy? Do your want to find out?’

    Caleb whispered into Riff’s chest, ‘No sir!’…….In his heart, Caleb was chuckling….. softly.

    Riff breathed a sigh of relief and jumped off Caleb’s lap, ‘Let’s get you ready to eat….’

    As Caleb sat, Riff raced around gathering ‘things.’ Riff took the condom out of Caleb’s hand and draped it over the lip of one of the glasses; then he turned Caleb’s chair sideways….. so he could feed him. Riff put leather cuffs on each of Caleb’s wrists and tossed a piece of bungee cord over the exposed ceiling beam. He tied Caleb’s hands tightly above his head. The kid looked like he was being held at gunpoint. Riff almost said, ‘Stick ’em up.’ but decided against ‘lightening’ the situation. Riff preferred Caleb sweating. Next Riff spread Caleb’s legs and tied his ankles to the back of the chair so that his feet dangled off the floor at his sides, and finally he used more cord to tightly secure Caleb’s waist, and then his upper chest to the back of the chair. Caleb could only move his head….. and wiggle his feet. Riff took the opportunity to tickle his ‘captive.’

    In a few seconds Caleb was going nuts, writhing and begging, ‘Oh, Oh, Oh….. stop.. Please…….. Please…….. Pleae……….. Please……… Please……. sir….. Please..

    Aaa Aaaaaa……..pleeeeze….. Oh stop…… Oh sir…… Oh pleeeze…….. please stop….. please stop….. for god’s sake pleeeeeeeeeeeze….. Oh……. Oh……. Oh…… Aaaaaaaaa. Please………. Please…….. Please…….. Pleae……….. Please……… Please….’

    Riff stopped and said, ‘I just love the way you plead.’ Then he continued till Caleb was out of breath and on the verge of tears…… Riff added, ‘Now be good!’

    Riff went to work laying out the meal. He opened all the bags, put the different items on separate plates, brought in glasses of water and pulled up a chair opposite Caleb.

    Before Riff sat down he leaned in and kissed Caleb hard. There was no romance in this kiss. It was savage and hot and as Caleb opened himself to it Riff grabbed his hair and used it to further crush Caleb’s mouth to his own. Riff ground his lips into Caleb’s; he moved his head in small circles and reamed the boy’s mouth with his tongue. He sucked and pressed their faces so close that their noses folded over. They began to generate energy….. heat….. An air seal formed and Riff’s exhaled air became Caleb’s inhaled breath. Caleb felt completely powerless; Riff felt omnipotent. They were both in their glory as they continued the quintessential dom/sub kiss. Caleb relaxed his whole body. He went limp, like a rag doll. Riff felt his body grow….. he became larger…. stronger….. In that moment he owned Caleb. Riff’s cock pounded. Caleb’s prick bubbled and burped up a gob of prejizz…… and they kissed. Caleb was moaning; Riff was growling…… and they kissed. Riff let go of Caleb’s mane grabbed the back of the chair and rocked it back and forth while he pushed his tongue in and out of Caleb’s throat. More than anything Riff wanted to fuck Caleb’s into an early grave. More than anything Caleb wanted Riff to do just that…….to fuck him into the next world.

    It took every ounce of his resolve, but finally, very much against his will Riff relaxed his lips and took his tongue out of Caleb’s mouth.

    ‘Sir, don’t stop… Kiss me again…. Please don’t stop….. PLEEEEEEEZE!’

    ‘Caleb, we have to eat. You’re a growing boy. You need your lunch.’

    ‘Sir, kiss me again.’

    ‘Caleb, I’ll kiss you when I feel like it. That’s it for now.’

    ‘Sorry sir………. maybe later???’

    Riff smiled, ‘Maybe.’ He turned his attention toward the food. He’d ordered a mixed lunch of Asian treats; everything from eel, tuna, and shrimp to sticky rice and a few specialty dishes guaranteed to roast your tonsils.

    Riff asked, ‘Do you like spicy food?’ but before Caleb could answer Riff stuck a finger full of fishy mush into his mouth. It tasted very good so Caleb smiled, swallowed and tried to answer Riff’s question, but again before he got a word out Riff had put more food into his mouth.

    Caleb swallowed fast and shot out, ‘Yes, I love peppers and stuff like that.’

    Riff smiled, ‘Stuff…… you like spicy stuff. What kinds of food do you like? What styles of cooking?’

    Caleb answered between bites, ‘I have very simple tastes. My family didn’t eat out much, and since I left home I’ve lived on mostly cafeteria food. I like…. you know Italian food, pasta, meatballs….. Chinese, egg rolls, sweet and sour… and American food, meat and potatoes. I’m afraid I’m not very sophisticated at all.’

    Riff laughed, ‘Well boy, we’ve got our work cut out for us. A proper faggot knows food, even though most of us are currently on Atkins…. we still know food. Do you like wine?’

    Caleb felt playful, ‘I suppose good faggots know all about wine.’

    Riff chimed in, ‘You bet your ass they do. A real faggot can make a wine steward cry, but then most wine stewards are faggots, so it gets tricky.’

    As Riff was directing a finger full of rice toward Caleb’s mouth half of it fell and landed right on Caleb’s dickhead. They both looked down. Caleb’s dick was still rock hard from THE KISS; there was an ample supply of prickslime coating the entire shaft; and more of the sticky boygoo was dripping off his balls onto the seat cushion. Caleb blanched. Riff smiled broadly, swooped down, and as Caleb inhaled deeply Riff gave his cockhead a big slurp-suck…… Riff left it clean and slick with his spit. As he came up he swiped his tongue across Caleb’s lips and removed a little sour sauce that was barely there. Caleb tried his best to turn that last little move into a kiss, but Riff’s tongue was gone before he could open his mouth and catch Riff’s lips.

    ‘Nice try kid. Better luck next time.’

    Riff picked up a small paper cup full of a sweet sauce and crushed it against Caleb’s left pec. Before Caleb could react Riff had a second cup of hot mustard flattened on Caleb’s right pec.

    Riff grinned, ‘There now, that’ll make things easier.’

    Caleb had no idea what Riff was talking about. Riff grabbed a shrimp and caught some of the sweet sauce as it was sliding down Caleb’s chest to join the rest puddling on Caleb’s fuzzy thigh. He brought it up to Caleb’s mouth, but before the kid could grab it between his teeth Riff greedily popped it into his own mouth. One second later he showed Caleb the shrimp between his teeth; then he leaned in so that Caleb could bite off the outside half.

    A moment after Caleb had bitten the shrimp Riff said, ‘Wait a sec, it’s better with the sauce.’ Riff quick-chewed his piece, swallowed hard, stuck out the tip of his tongue, took a pass under Caleb’s left tit, grazed off some sweet slop and brought it up to his mouth, where Caleb eagerly sucked it off. Once again Riff was too fast for Caleb to engineer the move into a kiss…….. damn!

    Riff’s eyes darted skyward, ‘What to do next…… hmmmmm?’ Then his eyes lit up. He turned and took the rubber full of Caleb’s cream out of the glass and brought it between them.

    Riff looked at Caleb, ‘Where do you want it?’

    Caleb smiled, ‘In my mouth?’

    Riff frowned, ‘Not creative enough…….. Ahhhh, I know.’ And with that Riff stuck his index finger into the jizz.

    As he was gathering the tasty treat he said, ‘Wow. There must be one and a half, maybe two teaspoons full of cum in this rubber. That’s pretty impressive boy….. especially after all we’ve been up to.’

    Caleb felt proud, ‘You really get me hot sir. Seriously, I’ve never had sex like this…. not ever. If you had asked me, I’d have told you what we’ve done…… getting me to come this many times……. I’d have said it wasn’t possible….. not to keep coming and producing so much semen.’

    Riff interjected, ‘Caleb, good faggots don’t use medical terminology. Cum or jizz or fuckjuice or mancream or ballsauce is a lot hotter than semen……. Don’t you get that?’

    Caleb blushed deep red, ‘…….sure, but I grew up in a house where if you said ‘crap’ you got your mouth washed out with soap…… it’s really hard…. difficult for me to use those other words.’

    Riff looked at Caleb and quite disingenuously said, ‘Would you prefer that I tone that part down?’

    Caleb shook his head, ‘God, no…… no, that would mess it up. I love the way you talk to me. Every time you call me a faggot…. or better yet, YOUR fag-boy it gives me sex feelings in the pit of my stomach. I could listen to you say those things all day long. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of you saying those dirty words to me……. ‘ Riff smiled……. and toyed with Caleb, ‘So you do want to be my faggot-boy?’

    ‘Yes sir….. more than anything.’

    Riff took his finger coated with Caleb’s ‘special sauce’ and brought it up to his forehead. As Caleb’s eye’s crossed trying to see, Riff applied a dollop of jizz down the bridge of Caleb’s nose. He repeated the procedure till the cum was drip, drip, dripping off the end of Caleb’s nose. Naturally Caleb caught every drop on his tongue.

    Riff put his hands next to Caleb’s head, steadied it, then moved in as though he was going to kiss him. As there lips came into range Riff stood half way up and slurped all the jizz off Caleb’s face and finished by kissing him on the forehead……. Caleb groaned….. Riff came back into range and gave him a firm kiss on the lips, AND drew back before Caleb could ‘make it more.’

    Riff slurped oyster sauce out of Caleb’s hairy pits as he fed him. He ate sticky rice off both of Caleb’s shoulders as he scooped more into Caleb’s mouth. Riff nibbled tuna off Caleb’s thighs and shared it with him. Caleb drank green tea from Riff’s mouth and when some dribbled down his chin and dripped onto his cock….. well, Riff was quick to clean the spills. The slurping and sucking and chewing of food and lips and bellies and furry thighs continued. Riff covered virtually every inch of Caleb’s exposed flesh with food or drink of some kind.

    They ate and drank and kissed and licked and sucked for the better part of an hour and when Riff’s watch let them know IT WAS TIME, Riff brought Caleb off by grazing his dick head with just the very tip of his hot, hard, wet, slimy tongue…….. Riff made it very difficult for Caleb to come. Fuck, Riff wasn’t allowed his own orgasm so he edged and edged and edged and edged his faggot-boy till Caleb’s eyes were quite literally full of tears and he said, ‘Please…… Please…… Please….. Please……. Please………’ one hundred times….. And Riff counted…… slowly.

    On the ninety-fifth ‘please’ Riff took the length of Caleb’s stiff standing prick all the way into his mouth till his lips pressed firmly against Caleb’s dark pubes and then he gave a hearty hummmmmmm… and Caleb strained at the cords. On ninety-six Riff used just the tip of his tongue to tickle Caleb’s pisshole and the kid tried to climb out of his skin. On ninety-seven Riff bent down and blew hot breath across Caleb’s balls; on ninety-eight he slurped his tongue up Caleb’s cock starting at his restrained balls and finally left s big wet kiss on his dick head…… Riff wondered if the bungee cords would hold…. Caleb squeaked out the ninety-ninth ‘please’ with tears running down his face as Riff finally deep throated his whole prick and as Caleb literally screamed the one hundredth ‘PLEASE,’ Riff sucked for all he was worth and Caleb came very, very, very, very hard…. and his cock pumped and pumped and pumped and pumped and pumped….

    When Caleb finally relaxed there was a slimy WHOOSH-SPLAT as his sweat soaked body slid-slapped back down onto the chair. Caleb quickly turned from purple to red to pale white as his blood returned to its vessels and it took him several minutes to catch his breath.

    At the last minute Riff had used the same condom to catch what juice Caleb’s tired prostate shot ……about a half teaspoon of ballsap …..Caleb’s cum gland was doing its very best….. working overtime.

    That last batch of Caleb-cream Riff generously spread all over and around Caleb’s mouth, and finally Riff gave the boy the softer, prolonged, licking, sucking kiss he’d been waiting for…….. for hours.

    It was almost three O’clock by the time they finished. It was Caleb’s turn to feel exhausted and sleep deprived. He looked at Riff and said, ‘Do you think we could take a nap sir?’

    Riff smiled warmly, ‘Nope! You wanna get all fat and flabby? The best thing to do after you eat is wait an hour and then EXERCISE!!’

    Caleb said, ‘But sir, didn’t we already exercise?’

    Riff shook his head, ‘You mean that little ‘recreation period’ we spent in my spare room? That was nothing. I’m taking you to my gym…. a proper faggot-gym. It’s crammed full of muscle bound queers convinced that bigger is better. Today you can come as my guest, but I’ll get you a membership.’

    Caleb returned, ‘I swim and lift at school. I don’t need an expensive health club. I can’t afford it, and I can’t take such an extravagant gift.’

    Riff looked up, ‘Consider it an early Christmas present. You need a place to go…. a friendly place… with nice guys who will help you and look out for you. You’re going to love it there.’

    Caleb shook his head, ‘Honest sir. I couldn’t. It’s too much. Can’t I just come as your guest?’

    Riff played his trump card, ‘Ya know boy, I’m there five or six days every week. It’s the one place you can count on seeing me.’

    Caleb capitulated, ‘Well, if you insist…. I suppose it would be impolite to be ungrateful.’

    Riff won, ‘Yeah sure. It would just kill me if you turned me down.’

    Caleb was light, ‘THANK YOU VERY MUCH sir…………… Seriously, thanks.’

    As Riff untied Caleb’s hands he said, ‘When are you going to learn boy; that you can’t say no to me. Caleb, I own your ass.’

    Caleb’s whole chest got warm, and he flushed bright red, ‘Sir….. um…..ah….. well ah…’

    ‘Jesus boy, spit it out!’

    ‘Well sir, it’s just that I’m all dirty again and I was wondering if you might be thinking about maybe giving me another bath……’

    Riff’s whole face erupted in a smile as he continued to untie his boy, ‘Oh you’d just love that now wouldn’t you? From ‘Ah-shucks’ law student to all out fuck-toy in one day….. aren’t you ashamed? You’ve really become a dirty, filthy faggot haven’t you? ….a big queer-boy who wants me to man handle him all day long.’

    Caleb continued to avoid Riff’s eyes, but couldn’t help smiling as he said, ‘….your fuck-toy, queer-boy sir…. and your hands sir.’

    Riff untied the last knot, ‘That’s what I want boy, your lips firmly pressed to my ass in total bottom-butt-boy, queer-assed, faggot-fairy supplication… And don’t ever forget it. As for the rest, you’re just beginning kid. There’s a whole world of great looking guys out there who are going to stand in line to get a shot at your ass.’

    Caleb didn’t answer. He wanted to tell Riff he was wrong about ‘other guys.’ Caleb wasn’t interested in ‘other guys,’ but he knew disagreeing with Riff would only make things contentious so he held his tongue and his absolute conviction that Riff was THE ONE.

    Riff said, ‘Stay put while I get a damp cloth and wipe you down. You have something to accomplish before we wash you properly.’

    In a couple minutes Riff had wiped the bulk of the food off Caleb’s beautifully sculpted body. Then he led the boy over to the box that had arrived earlier from the drugstore. Riff pulled out a carton of unlubed condoms for later; then he found what he’d been looking for and he handed the contraption to Caleb. ‘Do you know what this is?’

    Caleb looked puzzled, ‘Yes, my grandmother used to have one. It’s an enema.’

    Riff added, ‘Enough said. I want you to hustle your butt into the bathroom, fill up that bag with hot soapy water and then I want you to lean way over and fill yourself with every drop…. every single drop…. then hold it for a good five minutes…. not one second less… then let it out. I want you to repeat that twice more…. that’s two more times. Do you understand?’

    Caleb said, ‘…..but sir…. why?’

    Riff smiled, ‘Good manners…. that’s why! No more questions…. GET MOVING!’

    Caleb took the contraption from Riff with two fingers….. like it was radioactive, and walked to the bathroom, like a condemned man on his way to the gallows.

    Riff ran around the apartment collecting the dishes and putting them into the sink, cleaning off the table, picking up odd bits of clothing, cord, and leather do-dads, then he went into the kitchen and made a couple ‘clandestine’ phone calls.

    While Riff continued to put things in order and get ready to hot-foot it to the gym Caleb struggled with his latest, unpleasant, very strange, oddly comprehensible, new, gay-oriented, task.

    Riff yelled from the kitchen, ‘How are you doing kid?’

    Caleb called back, ‘…… as well as could be expected…… I guess…… this is very weird sir………. very strange…….. do you……… are you supposed to…….. does a good faggot-boy do this all the time sir?’

    Riff tried not to snicker, ‘You betcha boy!

    When Riff stuck his head around the corner to look in on Caleb, the younger man almost had a panic attack. As he was leaning over the sink with the tube connected to his ass he shouted, ‘PLEASE don’t come in.’

    Riff wanted to laugh, but held onto the moment’s emotion, ‘Are you fucking telling me what to do? How’d you like to wear that contraption to the gym?’

    Caleb was mortified, ‘Awwww c’mon……. This is embarrassing as hell. Please let me just get this done….. sir….. I’m doing it just like you told me to…… but please don’t watch me…… do….. this…..’

    Riff buckled, ‘OK, but don’t ever yell at me again…… or you’ll be in the bus station so fast it’ll make you head spin….. Do you understand?’

    ‘Yes sir.’

    Outside the bathroom Riff said, ‘How far along are you?’

    ‘I’m almost done. This is the last…… one.’

    And Riff sauntered back into the room, and over to Caleb, ‘Then stop being such a girl…….. and let’s get this finished.’

    With no further ado as Caleb sputtered and blushed, Riff grabbed the nozzle, ‘Now don’t spill any……after the whole ‘pissing incident’ I worry about you.’

    Caleb gave up. There wasn’t anything he could do. He squeezed his asshole closed so hard that he did almost piss a little but mercifully he caught himself, and he immediately sat on the toilet. Then came the war of nerves. Caleb didn’t want to release the water with Riff in the room. Riff could sense this and naturally wanted to make the best of it; so he began to putter around. He checked his beard growth in the mirror; quickly brushed his teeth; removed his harness….. still Caleb sat, but there was pressure building up in his gut. Riff took out some fresh towels and put them on the vanity; he re-arranged the medicine cabinet and lubed two butt plugs……. Caleb sat ready to double over. He resolved to explode before capitulating again.

    Finally Riff pretended to remember something, said, ‘Oh wait a minute.’ and walked out the bathroom door.

    Caleb released the soapy water just as Riff turned around and re-entered the room.

    He smiled, pointed at Caleb, and said, ‘Twenty-six.’ then pointed at himself and added, ‘Thirty-two……but twice as clever….. AND I’m always gonna win….. always… and don’t forget it.’

    A minute later he yanked Caleb off the toilet and into the shower where the two men took the time to explore each other with hands and soap and shampoo. By the time they were rinsing off they were both sporting hard dicks and clear sparkling eyes.

    Riff let Caleb dry him off; then he returned the favor. Once they were clean and dry Riff had Caleb bend over so that he could slowly push a slightly larger butt plug up his queer-boy ass… and seeing that Caleb was pouting about the damned plug Riff insisted on putting the kid’s harness on…. slowly….very slowly…. till Riff saw a drop of prejizz bubble out of Caleb’s cock; then he rolled a fresh condom down Caleb’s shaft and fastened the last leather strap around the root of his pounding prick.

    Riff said, ‘I’ve laid out your gym clothes on the bed…… get dressed.’

    When Caleb saw what was on the bed his whole body slumped….. the cut down shorts….. a neon yellow tank top….. white socks…. and his running shoes…… now sporting bright pink laces! He cried, ‘….sir….. are you…. sir…. do I have….. sir…… Awww C’mon…. sir…… this isn’t fair…… I can’t….. it’s not funny…. you can’t be… Awwww C’mon. ‘ Riff smiled as he came around the corned, ‘It’s a good thing you’re not working on a degree in public speaking. You’d suck! I never understand what you’re trying to say. What, you don’t like your outfit?’

    Caleb wasn’t amused, ‘Look…. um sir…. I don’t mind doing these things….. wearing whatever… here, with you…… it doesn’t matter…. I’d do anything for you… really anything…… but these clothes…… I mean what if I see someone I know….. please sir, I’d die from shame…. And it’s not a gay thing… honest……. but please…. I can’t go out like that.’

    Riff wasn’t smiling, ‘You can and you will….. or you’ll go home.’

    Caleb could feel the lump rising in this throat, ‘You’re serious. If I don’t put on that… that … stuff…. you’ll make me leave.’

    ‘My way OR highway…… that’s the shorthand.’

    So Caleb picked up the shorts and looked at them, ‘Can I at least wear some underpants.’

    Riff shook his head, ‘Christ, if you’re going to be such a fucking cry baby.’ and he walked over to his dresser, opened the bottom drawer, rummaged around, and pulled out a very old, very dingy, very small jock strap that he’d forgotten he owned. It looked liked he’d worn it in grammar school. ‘Here you go you big baby.’

    Caleb took what he could get. The problem became what to do with it. As he pulled the straps up his legs the elastic strained for all it was worth….. and miracle of miracles it didn’t break…. but it should have. The gray, wrinkled, padded pouch barely covered Caleb’s big balls in their two inch leather stretcher; his cock was another story; and the top three very hard inches stuck straight out. Caleb kept his mouth shut. It was better than nothing.

    Riff loved the way the straps cut into the back of Caleb’s rock hard glutes and all but disappeared into the fleshy dividing line. It was hot hot hot. And when Caleb wiggled his smokin’ ass into the shorts Riff needed all his restraint to keep from jumping the dark haired image of ‘David.’ WHAT AN ASS!! Needless to say the tank top fit like a glove and barely reached the top edge of Caleb’s shorts.

    Riff on the other hand wore tight navy bicycle shorts, a Harvard T-shirt, white socks and five hundred dollar all purpose gym/sports shoes. He was hot in his own right, and together they looked exactly the way Riff planned. Like a great looking wealthy guy who’d just picked up a hot gay-slut for an afternoon’s pleasure….. and Riff was definitely looking forward to an afternoon of pleasure.

    As they were getting ready to leave Caleb began to worry. He wasn’t certain how much time had elapsed since Riff’s watch had last heralded a ‘call to come,’ and Caleb began to sweat thinking of the myriad humiliating things Riff might do to him in the car.

    ‘Sir, how far is it to the gym?’

    ‘Why do you ask boy?’ Riff was no fool he’d been formulating a plan for a while now.

    ‘I’m really nervous about being out in your convertible looking like this.’

    ‘Caleb, you look fine… great…. and we’re not taking my Porsche…. I called a cab.’

    Caleb walked over and sat down on the couch, but before he could think of what to say or do to stop this next giant humiliation, a horn blasted in the courtyard and Riff had pulled him half way out the door.

    The big yellow cab had tinted windows; that relaxed Caleb a little. BUT that little bit of calm quickly disappeared when he saw the driver standing next to the taxi. He was a hulking man, taller than Caleb and easily twice his weight with an enormous chest and gut to match….. the guy was darkly tanned with wild gray hair pulled into a long ponytail. He was dressed in old faded jeans, a worn jean shirt with the sleeves torn out revealing two hairy tree-trunk arms. He had a red bandana tied around his sweaty forehead, a long scraggly gray beard with two rubber bands keeping it from leaping off his face and strangling someone, and a scowl that made Caleb want to go back into the house. This had to be a displaced biker or an escaped serial killer….. Caleb closed his eyes and saw a large pile of rotting corpses, the cabby’s prey, all gay-boys, wearing tight shorts and yellow tank tops….. swollen tongues hanging out of their bloated faces, their bloody asses torn in half.

    Riff grabbed Caleb’s hand, but instead of getting an embarrassed moan from the kid Caleb grabbed back.

    As they slid into the back seat the driver growled in a voice that sounded like it emanated from a gravel pit, ‘FAGGOTS’

    Riff smiled at Caleb and tugged on his hand, ‘Come over here boy and gimme some sugar.’

    Caleb stared at the floor and tried to whisper, ‘Please! Don’t do this. You’re gonna get us killed.’

    Riff, making no attempt to lower his voice, said, ‘Hear me kid. No one intimidates Riff Branson. You can’t spend your life afraid all the time. You just can’t. Jesus, Caleb you’re a big guy. I’m sure you could hold your ground in a brawl.’

    Caleb got serious, ‘My mother is a Quaker sir. I promised her I’d never act in violence. I could never hurt another person. It’s the way I was taught.’

    Riff felt for the kid, ‘Well then Caleb I guess I’ll just have to protect you.’ And he tugged on his arm again.

    ‘Sir, that would be just as bad. If you hurt someone…. and …. it was my fault…. it would be my sin… sir.’

    Riff said, ‘Just shut up.’ And he moved forward, turned in his seat, faced Caleb and kissed him. At first Caleb resisted, but Riff pressed his lips against Caleb’s softly, then firmer, then softer, then firmer….. and in a few seconds poor Caleb couldn’t resist. He opened his lips and let Riff tongue his teeth. Before he knew what was happening Caleb was returning the kiss and fighting for air. Their arms went around each other and they pursued a hotter more passionate exchange. Riff sat back and pulled Caleb over the top of him. Caleb, without thinking, found himself following Riff’s every wish, losing himself in Riff’s control. A moment later Riff pushed Caleb back into the seat and continued the kiss climbing on top of him….. As they sank into the seat Riff grabbed Caleb’s condom covered cock and gave it a good squeeze….. Caleb groaned….

    Their little wrestling match lasted several minutes and when Riff sat back up Caleb found himself floating in a haze…..

    The driver’s voice woke him right up. ‘You fucking queers don’t care where you are. I should pull over and kick your asses………. ‘ then he hesitated.

    A second later his mannerisms changed….. and in a remarkably different, highly stylized, fairly effeminate voice he said, ‘….. Shit… Riff honey, I don’t know what to say next…. I’m a pretty good actor, but sweetheart I need lines…. I’m sorry, I broke character….. I’m gonna wind up driving this cab till I’m an old queen….. Momma’s never going to forgive me…. she’s spent a fortune on lessons and coaches…. not to mention Danny…. he’s always in my corner, cheering me on…. Sorry Riff.’

    Riff chuckled, ‘That’s OK Tiny, it was last minute…. you did good…. honest….. when you said ‘FAGGOTS’ it really scared me. Anyway Tiny, this is Caleb….. a new friend of mine.’ Riff turned to Caleb, ‘Say Hi to Tiny, boy.’

    Caleb blushed red, grinned, and said, ‘Hi….. You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were going to kill us.’

    Tiny was thrilled, ‘Gee thanks sugar. Riff where did you meet this great big hunk of manhood…… Is this one of your model-friends…. He sure is cute.’

    And for the rest of the trip the guys got to know each other. Mostly Caleb learned all about Tiny and his lover Danny; that Danny was a little guy, 5’6′, 120 lbs. soaking wet; that Danny was Tiny’s absolute master; that the two had a very loving relationship with Tiny following Danny around like a puppy dog and loving every minute. Caleb learned a lot about the dynamics of this dom/sub relationship. Still he had a hell of a time imagining someone who looked like Tiny taking orders from anyone….. then he looked at Riff and reconsidered his position. All day long, time after time, Caleb kept moving further and further into Riff’s control, and he did it all quite willingly, every step of the way, with each new humiliation, and yet with embarrassment heaped on top of discomfort on top of chagrin Caleb continued to want more…. he wanted to do more, go further, endure whatever, to show Riff how much he belonged to him, to show Riff how much he loved him, to show Riff how much his body responded to his touch, his voice, his commands.

    As the taxi stopped in front of the swanky, glass and steel muscle palace, Riff was still locked in an animated discussion of the theater with Tiny, and Caleb was mesmerized by the sandy good looking man in front of him, the man who woke him up and gave him life.


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  • Chris’s Help with English

    After returning from Egypt, we only had a few weeks of lessons at school before we finished for our study break. Having spent the past six months together, not thinking about the future, it was only now that I realised what my life with Chris would be like. Or more to the point, what my life without Chris would be like.

    ‘So, what universities did you apply to?’ Chris asked over a milkshake in McDonald’s one Saturday afternoon.

    ‘Well, I hope to get into Edinburgh to do Psychology, but my second choice is Dundee followed by Glasgow. Glasgow is meant to be the best department for Psychology in Scotland, but I don’t really like the city. You?’

    ‘Well, my first choice is Cambridge for Architecture…’ At that I spluttered on my shake.

    ‘Cambridge? Really?’ Fuck. I knew Chris was smart, but I had no idea he was that smart. I had no clue what his grades were last year from his exams, and at school he always seemed to be hovering around average. Maybe it was just his ‘disguise’, to not stick out.

    ‘What? You don’t think I can get in?’

    ‘No, it’s not that. But Cambridge! Fuck!’

    He gave an embarrassed smile. ‘I’ve already been for an interview.’

    ‘What? When?!’ I was shocked. Our nice little unit seemed to be crumbling before my eyes. I’d never really given our future much thought, but I always thought we’d be physically close together, at least within easy reach of each other. Cambridge was… It was another world away.

    ‘Well, there was an open day last spring, and then I went for the interview in December,’ he said gently. He could see I was shocked. ‘I didn’t tell you because… Well, I didn’t think anything would come of it. You know, it’s Cambridge. Everyone wants to go there. What are the chances I’d get to go there.’

    ‘Mm.’ I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Cambridge. Fuck. I looked down at my shake and took another long slurp. Then looking up, trying to force a smile, I said, ‘I hope you get in. That would be great.’ I paused a little. ‘Jesus! Cambridge. You’d be set for life!’

    What were his other options? Was there any chance we could see each other a bit more regularly than mid-semester break? I was starting to hope he wouldn’t get in. I knew it was selfish, but… He meant everything to me. For the past six months my life had revolved around him, and his around mine. Why hadn’t I thought about this earlier? Even if I had, there’s no way I could’ve got into Cambridge. Fuck.

    He reached his hand over and gently stroked the back of my hand with his thumb. I looked at him and smiled. But it only made me sadder. I’d never find someone else like him. In Cambridge he’d be mixing with the elite, the creme de la creme. He’d forget about me in a week.

    ‘I probably won’t get in, you know, but I thought I would try.’

    ‘What are your other options?’

    He paused. ‘Oxford…’ he looked at me, waiting for my reaction, ‘and the University of Bath.’ Nothing in Scotland. Nothing.

    ‘Wow. Big places.’ I forced a smile but I was reminded of that old song, Tears of A Clown – ‘But don’t let my glad expression, Give you the wrong impression, Cos really I’m sad, Oh I’m sadder than sad.’

    I drained the last of my shake, making that loud slurping noise, and then I suggested we leave. We wandered aimlessly for about ten minutes, in silence. We ended up at the park near our houses, and started to walk through it. At the first bench, Chris said, ‘Let’s sit down. I want a smoke.’ We sat on the backs of the bench, our feet on the seat, and Chris took out a cigarette and lit it. It seemed to be happening in slow motion, and I was recording it all in HD. In a few months it would be all I had left.

    ‘Are you ok?’ he asked after a minute.

    It took a moment, but eventually, I said, ‘Yeah. I suppose so. I just…’

    ‘What?’

    ‘I hadn’t thought about what happens after school. I mean, I’d thought about university, obviously, but I hadn’t figured where you… we fitted into it all.’ I paused. ‘And we don’t.’

    ‘What do you mean?’

    ‘Well, us. There won’t be an ‘us’. You’ll be down there. I’ll be up here. With the best will in the world, it won’t last. You’ll meet people. I’ll be a memory, a distant memory.’

    ‘Oh.’ I saw the clouds forming over his head. He hadn’t thought about it either. ‘Yeah.’

    He continued to puff on his cigarette, the way he had done that day he decided to tell his mum he’s gay. He flicked it off into the grass and watched it burn itself out. His hand reached across to mine on the bench and covered it, squeezing it gently.

    ‘Maybe…’ he started.

    ‘No, no maybe.’

    He squeezed my hand tighter and looked at me. I could see the sadness etched on his face. He took a deep sigh, then whispered, ‘I love you.’ He sighed again.

    Oh fuck. I could feel my throat constricting. I knew if we didn’t move and change the topic I’d have tears forming in my eyes any minute. I reached across and kissed him gently on the cheek. I didn’t care who the fuck saw us.

    ‘Let’s go,’ I managed to croak.

    When we reached the edge of the park we had to make a decision which way we went – west, to Chris’s house, or east to mine. We both looked at each other and gave weak smiles. We both walked in opposite directions.

    ‘Hi Greg,’ my mum called when I went in. I didn’t reply. I went up to my room and lay on my bed. My throat was getting tight again. I realised my breathing was getting deeper, I was sighing, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

    My mum knocked on my door. ‘Is everything ok, Greg?’ she asked. I didn’t reply. I heard her turning the handle. ‘Oh Greg, what is it?’ My lower lip was trembling and I couldn’t say anything. My vision was getting blurry as I tried to blink away the tears. I raised myself up and hugged her. After a few more deep sighs I felt my throat loosening and I was finally able to speak. I told her about the conversation Chris and I had had and how I knew it meant we would break up.

    ‘Oh Greg,’ she said in smoothing voice, ‘I’m sorry.’ She ran her hand through my hair. ‘It’s never easy, but we all go through it. He’s your first love, and now your world is crashing down around you. I wish I could make it all go away, but I’m afraid I can’t.’ She gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. She got up to leave and ran her hand through my hair again. ‘Just enjoy the time you’ve got left.’ She closed the door quietly and I was left on my bed, thinking about Chris.

    I remembered back to the first time I spoke to him, approaching him in the bike sheds. He looked so handsome and macho, and I remembered the feeling of trepidation as I made my way towards him. I then remembered getting angry when he chewed my pencil in the library, and then seeing him in his own room for the first time. I smiled when I remembered our first kiss, the sparks running through my body as our lips connected that very first time. I remembered my heart racing and the sheer joy I felt.

    I then remembered that day when I realised my dad had come home early and we had been discovered. Chris apologising, saying it was his fault, my parents saying they loved me. And then I remembered my knight in shining armour, defending me at the school fete, kissing me in front of everyone. I remembered back to our first time in the gay club, kissing in front of everyone, and the feeling of freedom, and then again walking around Amsterdam, hand in hand. I smiled when I thought back to Egypt, and running back to our tent in the nude, and his dad laughing at our predicament.

    It was all playing in my mind like a movie, and I had a big smile on my face. I got up and reached for my phone.

    ‘I couldn’t say it earlier, but I love you,’ I wrote.

    ‘:-) xx’ was his reply.

    Half an hour later there was another soft knock at the door. I heard the handle turning slowly, and when I looked around, there was Chris. He closed the door gently and dropped his bag on the floor. He walked slowly across to my bed, a warm smile on his face. I lifted myself up and we kissed. Chris climbed onto the bed and I opened my legs to let him lie on top of me. Our kiss was long and deep and full of urgency.

    Chris rolled off and lay beside me and we just looked at each other, smiling. ‘I’m going to miss you more than you know,’ he said.

    ‘I think I know. But let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.’

    Over the next few weeks we saw each other as much as we could, but that usually only meant at the weekends. We both had lots of revising to do – especially if my genius wanted to get into Cambridge – but we didn’t let our time together go to waste.

    When the exams were over I felt I had done quite well, although Chris was less sure. Now we just had to wait for the results.

    For the month of June we hardly saw each other at all. My parents had booked a two-week holiday to Crete and then a few days after we got back, Chris and his mum were off to southern France. During these four weeks apart it made me realise that life would go on without Chris. I wasn’t any less sad about the situation, but it gave me some perspective.

    The first week in July saw Chris and I spending every waking moment together, either him staying at my house or me at his. During our time together I tried to find faults with his behaviour, something that would help me get over him when he had gone, but try as I might, I couldn’t. He was warm, he was kind, he was funny and smart. Fuck, he was almost perfect. And his smile made me weak at the knees. And how I loved waking up next to him, watching his chest rise and fall, the little noises he made as he started to come to.

    The rest of July and the first week of August Chris spent in Egypt with his dad. His regular texts kept me updated on how many times he had smoked shisha, and he also said he’d helped uncover something important in the soil, although I didn’t quite understand what it was or what it did.

    Then our results came. The morning they were delivered I woke up extra early, just to catch the postman as soon as it came through the door. Finally, at 11am, the brown enveloped landed on the mat. Shit. My heart was pounding.

    Biology – A

    English – A

    Spanish – A

    History – B

    Maths – B

    Chemistry – C (that was no surprise)

    The relief washed over me like a wave. I had more than enough to get into Edinburgh, and it was just a formality of them sending the confirmation letter. I was over the moon. I rang my mum at work and told her the results, and she cheered down the phone. My dad said, ‘Oh that’s excellent son! Congratulations! We’ll need to go out and celebrate.’ Oh I was so relieved!

    But what about Chris? I’d have to wait until evening when he got home from visiting his gran. This was torture!

    When my dad got home he said he’d made reservations for the Carse Hotel, so I should smarten myself up before we left. The Carse Hotel was a really fancy place, and it was one of those places where there were no prices on the menu. If you had to ask, you couldn’t afford it. Over the main course I felt my pocket vibrate. It was Chris. I asked my parents if it was ok if I checked the message.

    Art – A
    English – A
    Geography – A
    Maths – A
    Physics – A
    Technical Design – A

    My mouth dropped.

    ‘What is it, Greg?’ my mum asked.

    ‘He got six As!! Jesus!! He’s a genius!!’

    ‘Wow,’ my dad said, ‘that’s great! What’s he doing going out with a nob like you?!’ he laughed.

    So our fate was sealed. Chris would most definitely be going to Cambridge. But I’d had time to get used to the idea and I was now genuinely happy for him.

    ‘Ur a fckn gnius!’ I wrote back.

    ‘I know! 😛 xx’

    I asked my parents if they could drop me off at Chris’s house on the way home. I wanted to congratulate him in person.

    ‘Well, look at you, all dressed up,’ his mum said when she answered the door.

    ‘Hi Mrs Adler,’ I smiled. ‘We went out for dinner to celebrate. Is Chris in?’

    ‘Yes, he’s upstairs, somewhere over the moon if you can drag him down.’

    I ran upstairs and burst into his room without knocking. Before he had time to react I pulled him into a big kiss. ‘Congratulations!’ I said.

    He had a huge grin on his face. ‘The same to you.’

    ‘Yeah, but I didn’t get six As!!’

    ‘Yeah, strange that you were helping me with Maths, but you got a B and I got an A!’ he stuck his tongue out.

    ‘I’d just say it means you had a very good tutor.’

    I stayed the night and the sex was electric. Our last few times together had been great, but this was raw and wild. Thank God his mum was out! I woke up the next morning to find his cock hard and buried in my arse.

    ‘I thought you’d never wake up,’ he said, as he kissed my shoulder. And so began another intense session.

    The next few weeks went by in a blur, and soon it was September and I was getting ready to go to Edinburgh. Through a contact at the bank my dad had sorted out a flat in the city. I’d be sharing with a girl who had gone to my school but who was a few years older than me. I vaguely remembered her, and was assured she was friendly and hard working, but also liked fun.

    Finally the date arrived. It was a week before the semester started, but my parents had thought it would be a good idea to go early to get settled in. The day before I had spent with Chris at his house. We just hung out together, watching TV on the couch, going for a walk, and having lunch. When it finally came time to say goodbye I had a huge lump in my throat.

    ‘Wait,’ Chris said, when I was getting ready to put on my jacket. ‘Come upstairs for a second.’ We went upstairs to his bedroom and he lifted up his shirt. ‘Lift up yours.’

    ‘What for?’

    ‘You’ll see.’

    He reached for his left nipple ring and pulled it apart slightly so the ball dropped into his palm. He threaded the ring through and told me to do the same. Once my ring was out, he started to push his ring through the hole. Replacing the bead he kissed me. ‘Now you’ll never forget me.’

    ‘Moron. As if I’d forget you.’ I threaded my own ring through his nipple and gave him a kiss. ‘I love you so much, Chris Adler.’ My throat was getting tight again. Shit. ‘Hold yourself together,’ I told myself. I pulled him closer to me and gave him a long, passionate kiss. Fuck. It was coming. I hugged him as tight as I could and I felt him hug me back.

    ‘I love you,’ he whispered softly in my ear. And that was it. One tear trickled down my cheek. I pulled back and looked into his eyes. He wiped the tear from my cheek, then whispered, ‘And I always will.’

    My chest was now heaving as another tear, then another, fell down my cheeks. I wiped them away and kissed him on the cheek. ‘Bye,’ I whispered back. I wanted to say more but physically couldn’t. I kissed him gently on the lips and turned and left.

    Walking home I tried to blink the tears away, but it was no good. When I got home I ran upstairs and flopped on my bed and hugged my pillow close to me. Fuck, did it have to be so hard? I was going to miss him so much.

    The next day, my parents drove me through to Edinburgh to my new flat. Thank God for Sat-Nav otherwise we never would’ve found it! Laura was looking out the window and saw us arriving, and was waiting at the door to greet us.

    ‘Hi, I’m Laura, you must be Greg!’

    She helped us unpack my stuff, which took several trips back to the car, but finally I was ensconced in my own room. Laura made us all some tea, and she did a good job of reassuring both me and my parents that everything would be fine, and that Edinburgh was a good city to live in. After an hour my parents said it was time to go. My mum was choked up, but did a good job of keeping the tears under control, and then they were gone.

    That evening Laura took me out to a pub to meet some of her friends and I felt so young. They were all 21 or 22, and I was this 18-year-old just starting out. They were all really great people and I knew that my time in Edinburgh wouldn’t be so bad.

    Halfway through the evening I got a text from Chris, asking how it was going. I smiled when I saw his face appear on the screen and texted back saying it was great and my new flatmate was really cool.

    ‘Girlfriend?’ Laura asked.

    ‘Er… something like that.’

    ‘Boyfriend?’

    ‘Well… he’s going to Cambridge, so … I guess not any more.’

    ‘Oh that’s a shame. You miss him?’

    I nodded.

    ‘Don’t worry, you’ll find someone here in no time.’

    ‘I’m not sure I want to just yet.’

    ‘I understand. I was the same when I started. My boyfriend went to the States to study – he got a sports scholarship. It was hard at first, but you get over it. Promise.’

    ‘Thanks.’

    Over the next week I began to find my way around the city, and then the week after that my courses started. The first week was Fresher’s Week, so there were lots of activities designed to get us to integrate. The people in my classes were all really nice, and I made a few friends on the first day. One or two I suspected of being gay, and although they were good looking, I wasn’t ready to think about anyone just yet. I had my picture of Chris beside my bed and I texted him every night.

    Two weeks later Chris started at Cambridge. He seemed to be enjoying it, although he said that he realised how little he knew compared to some of the others. I told him not to worry, that’s what university was for, to get you all to the same end result.

    His courses started and, like me, he made friends easily. He didn’t mention it, but I imagined he was enjoying the freedom of not being attached to me. Studying architecture, I imagined there would be quite a few gay people on the course, and I supposed he was getting to know them quite well. It made a little sad to think that he had moved on, but I reconciled myself to the fact that we were finished, and that I should probably start to do the same.

    I texted him every night, but he didn’t always reply, and after a week or so I realised I should probably just let it go. He had moved on, so should I.

    One Friday night Laura asked me to take her to a gay club.

    ‘What?! You want to go to a gay club?’

    ‘Well, I’ve never been to one,’ she said, ‘and besides, I think you could so with some fun. You might meet someone. It’s about time you at least started to look.’

    ‘Maybe you’re right.’

    Since I had no idea where the gay clubs were, Laura chose the place. It reminded me a little of Garlands, although everyone there was closer to my age and there were no drag queens about. The music was the same though. Laura and I danced together the whole night. It was fun, and it was nice to be out and about, seeing other gay people. Once or twice she pointed out some good looking guys and told me to go for it, but I resisted, saying perhaps next time.

    While standing at the bar waiting for our drinks, a guy approached me. He was a little taller than me and really good looking. He had on dark blue jeans, a pair of cowboy boots, a dark blue v-neck sweater, under which there was a crisp white shirt. Yummy!

    ‘Here alone?’ he asked. God, he had a really deep voice, very attractive.

    ‘Sort of. With a friend. A girl.’

    ‘Fancy doing a few lines back at my place?’ Oh.

    ‘What?’

    ‘Come on, it could be fun. You might like it.’

    ‘Maybe some other time,’ I replied. Oh fuck, was it always going to be like this?

    ‘Suit yourself.’

    I went back and told Laura. ‘Yeah, there’s a lot of that, I guess.’

    We continued to dance together, and at about 2am we headed home, slightly drunk, and very happy.

    I decided I’d text Chris one last time. If he didn’t reply, I wouldn’t bother him again. ‘Just got home from gay club. Guy offered a few lines of coke for a fun night at his place. Hope ur havin more luck.’ Should I put a kiss or not? I decided against it, and pressed send.

    No reply. Then again, it was 2am, he was probably in bed. Maybe not his own. By Saturday afternoon there was still no reply, so I made up my mind to try to put him out of my mind. His picture was beside my bed, and I was dithering whether to put it in my drawer. I decided I’d leave it out just another week. I’d do this gradually. No texts, but I could still have his picture. And his nipple ring of course. I brought my finger up to my chest and rotated it through my t-shirt. I smiled thinking back on the day when we swapped them. I’d been so sad, but now I could look back with fondness. He had been my first boyfriend, my first lover. I still missed him, but every day it got a little less. A little.

    ‘I’m making some coffee, you want some?’ Laura shouted through from the kitchen.

    ‘Yeah, that’d be great.’ A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. ‘Come in. I’m decent.’

    ‘I transferred.’ I turned around in shock. It was Chris.

    ‘What?’

    ‘I transferred. I missed you too much.’


    Author’s Notes

    Hi again, everyone. I’d like to take the chance to thank everyone who has written comments here on the story or who has e-mailed me. Even after all this time I still get e-mails and I’m still very grateful and thankful that people take the time to let me know what they think of the story. It really means a lot.

    The story that I had planned to write next never got written – as you’ll have noticed. It was too big, too complicated, and it just frightened me off basically. It involved someone moving to a different country, a married couple, a bisexual, a miscarriage, and eventual true love. If I have the courage and feel I can do it justice, I’ll sit down and write something.

    One of the comments on part 10 of the story, from Mike, raised a few interesting points. I purposely didn’t describe Greg, apart from saying he was about 5′ 10″ – and the only reason I wrote that was because I wanted just the most basic sense of how he compared to Chris. They were both the same size, and in most respects they were equals. That’s all I wanted to give. I wanted the reader to be able to project whatever they wanted onto Greg — actually, I wanted the reader to feel that they were a part of Greg or Greg was a part of them. I wanted this to be a positive, uplifting story, one that many people could take something from. When writing the story, I had a very definite picture of who Greg was physically – the brother of someone I know. In terms of personality they are nothing alike (he’s straight for a start!), but physically he seemed perfect (and of course he’ll never know he was the inspiration for Greg!). But as I said, I didn’t want to taint the story with MY idea of Greg, I wanted to leave that up to the reader.

    As for what attracts Chris to Greg – I’d like to think it’s more than just physical. He’s a nice guy, a good guy. If you remember what Chris was like at the beginning, the mean, moody rebel in the leather jacket who smokes, Greg is completely the opposite. He’s likeable, approachable and dependable. As they say, opposites attract.

    I agree that the sex didn’t really develop. To be honest, after part 4 I became less and less interested in the sex between them. I would have preferred to focus JUST on them as people, how they as characters develop. But for a “gay erotic fiction” website, that obviously isn’t the name of the game. So I put sex in, just to meet the remit, basically. When I write another story, I’ll be confident enough NOT to have sex in every part. I’ll let the story develop how I want it to, explore the characters more. And I think with that freedom I won’t feel compelled to get a sex scene into each chapter and so the sex will be more varied and more interesting. Of course, I have to start writing the story to get to that stage!

    When writing the final chapter, I knew exactly how I wanted it to end. And although it seems abrupt, it’s how I wanted it to be. I wanted it to seem like they were being drawn apart. As you scroll down the page, you have a visual sense of when the story is coming to an end, and I thought the few lines at the end, where Chris suddenly appears and says he missed Greg too much, that would be just the right twist. I didn’t want to write any more than that, I didn’t want Greg’s reaction, I didn’t want what happened that night, I just wanted Chris to appear to show just how much Greg meant to him and let it go. I’m sorry if some of you felt cheated by that, but for me it was how it was meant to be.

    In my head, Chris and Greg DO spend the rest of their lives together. As I said, I wanted this to be a positive, uplifting story. Some gay couples DO meet the right person and DO spend the rest of their lives together and they are happy with each other, not needing to pursue anything outside of their relationship, and that’s what I want for Chris and Greg.

    Again, thank you SO MUCH to everyone who took the time to write something. I can’t describe what it means to me that this story touched people.

    I do fully intend to write another story, but I have to be happy with it before I’ll put pen to paper.

    Thanks again.


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  • Paying It Forward

    My Father has always taught me that you do unto to others and it will be somehow returned to you, and if you got something good in your life, then Pay it forward and reap the rewards.

    I have tried to live by that principle, because life if filled with too may mishaps and unsolicited bad happenings.

    I had something happen to me when I was a teenager and It has left me with so many good memories.

    I knew I was different from the time I was a young man, of thirteen, I always loved seeing cocks, balls and nice asses on guys, I can’t tell you how many times as a younster I would hit the local pool and drool over the bulging crotches that were available to watch, most of the time my cock was raw from beating it off, and I stayed hard most of my younger life from just lusting and wanting to find out what haveing sex with another guy was like, about the only thing I had ever done was to have a mutual jerk off with a buddy on a sleepover, which I did enjoy, but as I got older I wanted more than to just jerk-off or watch, I could do that and see more on a porno flick.

    When I was about seveteen, and there was this guy up the street from us, he was a mechanic, his name was George, he was sorta sandy red headed and very good looking, always had on a pair of coverall’s with the sleeves cut out, his arms were big and bulging and I knew from this guy’s looks he was on hot dude, every now and then I got a glimpse of a nice bulge between his legs.

    I had befriended George and was spending about four or five afternoons after school at his garage up the road a peice.

    George was just a really nice acting guy, teaching me about cars and always showing me a little attention,I was loving his attentions. I actually found myself lusting after George, he was letting me help sweep, and do odd little things around his workshop as he worked on cars, I got to see the shape of a most awesome looking ass as he leaned over the fender of cars and worked on them.

    Every thing was going o.k until that one evening, I came into the shop late, started sweeping and spilled some gasoline all over my arms and legs, and of course oil. I wiped what I could off, but it was burning my skin, George saw what had happened, grabbed me and said, ‘Here come with me.’

    He rushed me into the back room, a private area, and I noticed a shower stall, I had not noticed that before and I just guessed that George used it to clean up after a day of getting covered in grease and grime.

    George began to undress me, and said, ‘Get those clothes off, and get under that water,’ I was startled and sorta embarrassed but I complied, but then an unusual happened, George started stripping too, and he got into the shower with me as the very nice warm water started falling on the both of us.

    As soon of I saw his naked body, I began to feel sexual arousal like crazy, I just stood there as he began to use this cleanser on my body to get the oil and gasoline off me, which was stinging a little by now.

    I just let his rough manly hands wash my body and he got to mt cock and balls and just looked at me and sorta made a funny sound and be began to wash my privates too, I will tell you now, that was the most awesome feeling I have ever felt, I don’t think it started out to be what it was but, My cock was like a diving board, and George stopped washing it and just began to gently slide his soap covered hand around and up and down on it.. It was phenomenal feeling, I moaned and he just kept stroking and massaging it, I reached up and grabbed the shower head and held onto it and George kept stroking my cock,the feelings and sensations were phenomenal, god it felt awesome.

    I opened my eyes an cleared away the water and I looked down at George and he was on his knees.

    I saw his cock and it was hard as a rock, standing straight up but it was like my Dads,it had this skin covering it’s head, the tip was sticking out just a little and I could see the split opening in his thick cock head, he was really big too.

    He had finally rinsed the soap off my cock and I was hanging there on the shower head with my hands, enjoying the feeling of his hand stroking, then all of a sudden, I felt his hot mouth go over my cock head and slide down to the base of my young cut cock.

    The feeling was heavenly, and I felt his tongue start to licking and sucking on the head of my cock, the feeling was just out of this world.

    I just leaned back against the shower wall and let George do his thing, yet in the process he was doing my thing.

    I had never had such an experience since day one of my life.

    I began to feel that feeling that announced the cum blast, and I was breathing like crazy and I was totally lost in the experience of getting my first blowjob.

    I felt my nuts pulling up tight and solid against my body, I wasn’t sure George would want to take my cum so I decided to let him know I was cumming, I told him I was about to squirt it but he only went faster and harder, I reached the apex of my sensations and I felt my cock jerking with each volly of cum as I unloaded into George’s mouth, It was phenomenal, I was drained and fulfilled for the first time in my life.

    George stood up and smiled, ‘Well how was that, for a first timer,’ I almost couldn’t speak I was so out of it.

    ‘Shit George, that was fantastic, I have never felt anything like that in my life.’

    He just smiled and said, well man, you can do me if you’d like,’

    George turned around with his back to the shower wall, and I knelt down and took hold of his very thick feeling cock, it felt a lot thicker than mine. I slid that foreskin back and forth, felling that velvety natural skin as it slid back and forth.

    When I placed my mouth over the heaad and tasted that slightly acrid, salty tasting pre-cum and that uncut cockhead, I thought I would die, I had realized my dream, and I began to take it to the hilt into my throat, it was a little hard at first, but I got it all the way , and I loved it.

    I had George almost crying out with pleasure as I sucked his gorgeous cock and for the first time I guess I did a really good job too, ‘Are you sure you have never sucked a guy’s cock before?’ George asked,

    ‘Never,’ I responded, ‘your my first, and I love it.’

    It took me about eight to ten minutes of intense sucking, working my tongue on that swollen cock head, and rubbing his nuts when he let out this yell, ‘OH SHIT KID, HOLY FUCK, I’M cumming.’

    I felt his cock give a jerk and his cock started unloading a huge load of this musty, sweet, salty, sorta bleachy tasting liquid into my mouth, I didn’t seem to mind it, so I just started swallowing and took it all, actually I loved it, especiall knowing it was Georges seed. I was in love with sucking cock.

    Damn, what an awesome memory, I was just seventeen when I sucked George, a thirty eight year old mechanic, wow, and that led to other things with George, like getting fucked for the first time and loads of time draining his cock down my throat and letting George drain mine.

    Well that was eighteen years ago, now I am a lawyer on a trip to Minneapolis, to work with another lawyer on an out of state case.

    I had driven from Southern Missouri and was hitting some really bad weather, when I decided to just stop and wait out the storm, actually a blizzard.

    I pulled into this Motel and got a single room, man it was very cold and blizzardy, the wind was blowing like a hurricane, snow blowing and it was just horrible outside.

    I got into my room and turned on the heater there in the room flipped on the t.v.

    I had been watching the t.v and I decided I needed to eat something, so I called the front desk and ask them about food and something to eat, the ask me if pizza was alright, I told them fine and have them bring a couple six packs of pepsi or coke too.

    Well it was almost an hour later when I heard this knock on the door, I was setting there in just my slacks and a tee shirt. I opened the door and there was this young man about eighteen or so looked like the big foot monster, covered with blowing snow, huddling down and almost looking frozen.

    I said, ‘Oh shit man, get in there and get warm.’

    He shook off the excess snow and stepped into my room.

    I just looked at him sorta sadly and said.’Shit man I never gave any thought to the delivery boy in this kind of weather.’

    ‘Ye-ye-yes sir, i-t-t- it’s quite cold and nasty out there.’ he said with a studder.’

    ‘Well to make matters worse,’ he said. ‘I slid off the road into a ditch about a quarter of a mile back and It’s there to stay untill I can get a tow truck. And I won’t be able to do that till morning. So I just walked up here with your order.’

    I felt so bad for this cute kid.

    ‘Well Why don’t you just stay here with me tonight and we’ll see what we can to in the morning with your car, you don’t feel like walking home in this weather do you?’ I asked.

    ‘Not really sir.’ he smiled

    ‘Hey wanna share my pizza and some pepsi?’ I said.

    ‘Hey man, sorry, My name is Ken, and what’s yours?’ I asked him.

    ‘I’m Kyle,’ he said. ‘Well Kyle sorry I got you out here tonight, but I am glad to meet you.’ I said.

    He smiled and he took off his coat and got settled in.

    He was a doll, young looking, very nicely built, not overly muscular, not skinny either, but nice.

    He was warning a pair of those wide bottomed denim pants with chain handing down on the side, they looked like they were about to fall in the floor, and an oversized sweatshirt. His hat was turned around backward, and he just screamed virgn sex appeal,he was very cute, almost black hair, dark brown eyes, thick black looking eye brows and a little beardy thing on his chin, so cute.

    I just said, ‘well Kyle, spend the night and we will just enjoy each others company O.K with you?’ I said.

    I for some reason just happened to think about George the mechanic and me, all of a sudden.

    I got to talking about having girl friends and such with Kyle, he didnt’ have one, never had sex either, and he was actually blushing a few time when I asked certain questions.

    At first when we decided to go to bed he didn’t want to undress. I finally told him that is was a proven fact that if we got naked or almost naked we would get warmed and keep each other warmer.

    I got him to undress down to his boxers, we both climed into bed and began to snuggle.

    You will never know just how turned on I was Having this almost naked young man in bed with me snuggleing, feeling that tender young flesh rubbing my body, my cock was like a brick.

    I wanted to ravish this young dude with a passion.

    Kyle had his back against me, and I was doing my best not to let him know that my hard throbbing, almost aching cock was laying right under his ass, hard as a brick, I wrapped my arms around Kyle and was surprised at his not being offended, I had slid my hand up under his undershirt and I was rubbing his chest and stomach with my right hand and he leaned his head and said ‘Damn that feels good,’ and he just let me continue.

    I had rubbed around on his body, and was wondering what his reaction would be to me reaching down and taking his cock into my hand, when he turned his head around and whispered, ‘Ken you have give me a boner rubbing on me like that,’

    ‘Well Kyle, if you’d like I would love to rub your boner for you too, have youever felt it when someone else rubs it?’ I said.

    ‘No Sir, but sure, I would love it, I think.’ His youth and innosence was fantatic and warming.

    Kyle reached around and placed his hand against my hardon, ‘Wow, Holy shit Ken, your’s is hard too,’ he said. ‘The truth is Kyle I find you exciting and sexually attractive, would you like to make love with me, I would love to teach you how it feels,’ I said.

    Kyle rolled over to lay on his back and I leaned down and slipped his boxers off, and this kid, was sporting a very thick, long cock, he was really big, I was surprised this kid had a good eight inches of thick cock.

    I just said, ‘Here Kyle Try this on for size and see how you like it.’

    I leaned down and took this kids beautiful cock to the balls and began to do my magic with his privates,massaging his balls and sucking his cock, this kid almost went wild with the pleasure that I was giving him.

    I had sucked his cock for about five mintues when he almost threw me off him as he bucked his cock upwards and shot a thick huge load into my waiting mouth, he never said a word, just groaned and squeeled like a banshea.

    He was breathing very heavy,like there was no more air in the atmosphere, almost gasping for it.

    I got a mouth full of the sweetest tasting cum I had had in a long time.

    Kyle laid there and finally settled down and I thought I might just talk him into maybe jerking me off, since this was his first time.

    but instead, he looked over at me, and said, ‘is there more?’

    After just draining his nuts he’s wanting more, so I said, ‘Yes Kyle there’s more, want to try some?’ I asked. ‘Fuck yeah man, that was awesome.’

    I said, ‘have you ever been fucked Kyle?’

    ‘No Sir! but Im willing to learn.’

    I just smiled and said, ‘You’ll never learn any earlier.’

    I Leaned his legs up and dove into his beautiful hair little ass and had a tongue deep inside his love hole in a flash, he was going balliastic with the sensations, and before you could say ‘fuck me’, I had my seven inch cock buried into Kyle’s asshole and he was hurting a little from it but I could tell he was liking my cock inside him.

    I guess we had been fucking for about ten minutes and this kid started acting like a baby Monkey grabbing onto its mother, he grabbed my body and just started ass fucking me like mad, god this was awesome feeling, I just stayed still and he was going wild slamming onto my cock with his hot, tight asshole, bringing me to the edge of cumming myself, this kid was a fucking maniac. and I loved it.

    By the time we got finished that night I had shot a load deep into his asshole and he had shot off another load after the blowjob I had given him.

    We got to sleep about three a.m. and woke up to a snow covered world, but it stayed hot inside the motel because I woke up with Kyles mouth working my morning wood over, My father was right, you always want to pay it forward,you never know when it will come back home to you.


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  • My New Pretty Sissy-boi James

    I met James at a subway station downtown one hot summer evening going home from work.

    ‘Can you spare change for a cup of coffee?’ The lovely, petite youth standing with his back to the tiled wall begged.

    I stopped and stared at him, he was beautiful, his slim hairless arms ended in nice soft hands. He wore tight black jeans that hugged his hips and showed off his thin legs.

    Amongst that milling crowd, those eyes held me: those wide, innocent looking dark blue eyes with long eyelashes and pursed red lips.

    ‘Hey you’re staring at me mister!’ He snapped.

    ‘Can you spare any change, or are you just looking?’

    I offered him five bucks for coffee and a phone card.

    ‘Here,’ I told him. ‘How old are you’ I asked eagerly, as he looked very young and beautiful to me.

    ‘Nineteen’ he answered. I breathed a sigh of pleasure.

    ‘If you want to earn some good money, just phone me…’

    I handed him a business card, with my home number on it, and then walked away, smiling and smacking my lips. I figured, rightfully as it turned out, that I’d hear from him.

    Then, last night he phoned.

    ‘What do I need to do to earn this money?’ he asked anxiously.

    ‘Just pose for some photographs for my private collection; however I want you to dress; in whatever position I ask of you. And I’ll pay you one hundred dollars an hour.’

    ‘Pardon?’ He’d asked, in a quiet voice.

    So, I repeated myself.

    There was a long silence, in which he must have thought long and hard about my proposition.

    ‘Okay,’ he answered finally, ‘I’ll do that for you. I need the money.’

    ‘A-ha,’ I thought, ‘good boy’ and gave him an appointment.

    And, he’s due here, soon. I thought to myself excitedly. I had not felt this way about a boy in ages.

    The front room is ready — it’s to be the ”studio’, where he’ll pose for me, in pictures I’m sure my friends will like.

    After all, they share their private pictures with me; it’ll be good to return the favor.

    There’s the doorbell now…

    I walked down the short hall to the front door; already I was very excited at the prospect of seeing him again.

    I had it in mind that he wouldn’t show, as he sounded so hesitant on the phone.

    But then, he’d said he needed the money.

    ‘Who is it?’ I called out.

    ‘It’s James, you met me at the subway station,’ he answered.

    I smiled as I opened the door: and he looked just as I recalled; slight of build, dark longish hair, with wide guileless eyes. Perfect boy I need for this.

    ‘Come in,’ I told him, standing aside, so he has to walk close by me — very close, noting his unease, with pleasure.

    He turned to me, as I closed the door.

    ‘When do I get paid?’ He asked.

    ‘When you’ve earned it in an hour, my young friend,’ I assured him in a serious tone of voice, slowly looking him up and down.

    To judge by his slim build, he’d easily fit into the stuff I’d chosen for him to wear.

    ‘Do you want a drink?’ I asked.

    ‘What have you got?’ He responded, as he followed me through to the kitchen.

    ‘Whiskey, vodka, wine: red or white?’

    ‘Er… Vodka.’

    ‘Sure,’ I reply, ‘with cola, or straight up?’

    ‘Cola, please?’

    ‘Sure, okay,’ I answered him, then said, ‘you go through to the sitting room. We’ll have our drinks there.’

    Following my gesture he goes into the room, as I pour myself a straight whiskey; and for him, a triple vodka and cola.

    Then I took the drinks to the room, where he sits on the sofa, opposite the plasma TV obviously still quite nervous.

    I sip at my drink, passing him his as I do.

    ‘Get that drink down you,’ I tell him, sitting in the armchair next to the TV so I can look at him, as his soft-blue, oh-so appealing eyes are held by the images on the screen and the film I’d left on, to gauge his interest: in it, two dudes are rough-housing a blond teen, who looks like a slightly older James.

    One muscular tanned dude has already undressed the slim white teen; the other dude is now holding him by the head, pulling him towards the bulge in his jeans.

    My young guest seems quite interested, chugging down his drink, entranced and wide-eyed, watching every move on the big screen.

    ‘Are they really hurting him?’ He asks me breathlessly.

    And, I can’t help but smile — this is so much better than I’d hoped.

    ‘Not yet,’ I told him.

    ‘But they will,’ I added, noting the fixed expression he wears, as he stares intently at the screen.

    ‘Will you too’…? This question lies unfinished. But, I can hear his interest in his excited voice.

    ‘Perhaps I might…’ I tell James suggestively, ‘If you’re real good, at being real bad, for me.’

    ‘May I have another drink?’ He asked, looking at me.

    ‘Sure,’ I answered, standing and taking the empty glass from him.

    And, when I return to the room, with another drink for him, it’s plain by the bulge in his tight black jeans that he’s aroused by what he’s watching.

    On the screen the young naked blond has been shoved onto his back, his knees pushed towards his chest; one man over him, his cock embedded deep in his boy-cunt, as the other man straddles his neck and face fucks him.

    ‘Here,’ I say, offering him his second drink and sitting to his left on the sofa, with my own desires growing by the second.

    I want James now; he is so cute and sexy.

    ‘You’re so pretty,’ I say to him, stroking his face and adding, ‘You’re going to look so-nice in what you’ll wear, for me…’

    ‘And, will you?…’ he asks again hesitatingly.

    Again he had to ask to ask what he now wants more and more from me, as he watches the teen on the screen enjoy the dudes fucking him non-stop.

    But, he’s apprehensive — and it shows.

    He shrinks back just a little, as I lean in toward him, taking his face in my hands: and I kiss him. Kiss his soft, luscious, warm, moist lips.

    I feel him tense, as I open his lips with my tongue, and I place my right hand directly on the bulge in his jeans.

    He opened his mouth, with flickering eyes, as we touched tongues lightly and continued kissing, and I held him tightly close to me.

    He sighs with pleasure and then kisses me back.

    Reaching up with my left hand, I caress his cheek softly and we kiss some more, as I continue to stroke his hard cock bulge with my right hand.

    He sighs some more, he wants it badly now and I can feel it. He has been watching the screen intently as the teen gets fucked: boy-pussy and mouth.

    I go for his nipples caressing them with my left hand, he raises his shirt so I can nibble, lick and suckle them as the dudes had done on screen a while back to the blond. Fast learner, I thought to myself.

    Now my right hand starts to fondle his plump girlish ass. He is falling apart, as all his inhibitions leave him as he succumbs to his lustful desires.

    Sitting back, I push young James down to the carpet, where he sprawled there, shocked.

    ‘What?’ He exclaimed.

    ‘It’s time for you to get ready,’ I told him; as I sit forward a little, my hands on my knees.

    ‘Get up,’ I snapped.

    He does as told, to stand before me, shaking.

    ‘Go in the front room,’ I instruct, ‘you’ll find some pretty things on the table that I want you to wear now. And fix your hair.’

    He leaves the room, pausing in the doorway, to look back longingly at me, a moment before walking out of the room.

    It’s obvious he has doubts, but the money and lust override these and he leaves, his lower lip trembling sweetly, as a single tear trickles down his cute face. Damn I missed that photo op.

    On his return I smile as he stands before me, trembling a little, my little pretty sissy boy, ready to pose for me, dressed in a pink short nighty, self-support black fine stockings and black lace panties. His hair nicely done up in a cute ponytail.

    He has applied the lipstick carefully and it looks good on his quivering lips. The eye shadow too, makes his eyes prettier, and the rouge on his cheeks, he must have made up before. He is so beautifully fem now.

    ‘You look beautiful doll’ I compliment him on his make up and he smiles eagerly for me.

    I rise, towering over the teen and take from my pocket the last article he is to wear for me: a two-inch wide, dark brown studded dog-collar which I place lovingly around his neck, while he bows his head in submission and I give him a kiss on his rosy cheek.

    ‘Now you’re ready babe,’ I tell the youth, pleased with his obedience to all I have asked of him, so far.

    I clip a leash on the collar and pull him with me, as I walk back into the front room and then I stand there before him, my hands on his shoulders as I stare down at him, as he looks at his pretty stocking-clad feet in high heel sandals.

    The room curtains are closed and the room is lit by two standard lamps and this moment is mine. The moment I was waiting for and desired so much.

    Lifting his chin, so that he looks up, I lean down and enter his mouth with my eager tongue once more, seeking to possess him, as I glide my right and up his nylon-clad left leg, toward the bare flesh above; and he moans softly against my lips.

    And I stand back — to look at him, my lovely new sissy boy, ready and eager to pose for me and please me.

    ‘Now stand still my love while I get my camera,’ I tell the teen.

    Retrieving my digital camera from the sideboard, I look to the clock and realize that I only have a half hour left, or my pleasure will cost more than I’d expected.

    ‘Now, dance for me,’ I direct, turning on the stereo and as the sound of Dire Straights fills the room, he begins to sway: and I take picture after picture. He moves very sexily, he glides as if dreaming. He is ravishing! I drool in anticipation of what comes next in my program.

    Yet, I’m aware of the time moving on.

    So placing the camera down on the table; and picking up a tube of man lube, I walk toward him and slide my right hand fingers beneath the collar and lead the sissy boy across the room to an armchair by the window.

    ‘Sit down I order him,’ kneeling before him and parting his legs.

    He obeys and watches me mesmerized, as I slide the nightie’s hem slowly up his legs, to reveal his cute small erection bulge tenting out the front of the black sheer lace nylon panties.

    I ease over my hungry wet lips over his taut buttocks; then down his legs and then lean forward to engulf his small cock in my mouth. He shakes with unbridled lust.

    He grips my shoulders, closing his eyes, moaning with pleasure as I swirl my tongue round his cock-head, then begin a slow sucking action, causing him to writhe beneath me and moan uncontrollably with pleasure.

    As I pleasure him, I undo my belt and the buttons on my trousers.

    Then I stand, leaving him panting and wide-eyed, as I finish undressing and he stares in disbelief at my fully erect manhood and massive dark hairy balls.

    I smear my cock with the lube, and then insert two lubed fingers into him, one by one, opening his boy hole, ready for my use. Ready

    for his first pleasuring.

    ‘Please..?’ He pleads. It’s a question of need, or something else? I don’t care — I want him, real bad now. He is so fuckin hot.

    Grasping his ankles I open his legs wide and push his knees toward his shoulders, making his arms loop around them and holding his boy pussy wide open for his first fuck, as I lie down on him, holding my hard erect, pre-cum dribbling, eight Inches of man cock against his tight, puckered but well lubed, virgin pussy hole.

    His little cock and small nuts are pressed against my belly, as I use my right hand to ease myself into him, my left hand behind his head pulling his face to me.

    As his boi hole slowly widens to accommodate me, I kiss him, holding him tight as I begin to thrust back and forth working my way deeply into him.

    ‘Please… please… oh…yes…yes…I want more…’ he keeps saying now in encouragement. But, his needs aren’t important to me, mine are now.

    Then supporting my weight on my arms, I look down at the young teen, lipstick smeared across his mouth, dressed as my very own private sissy-slut.

    He wraps his legs round my thighs, and he pushes his boi cunt toward me, as I fuck him. His hole grips my cock tightly. His pussy is so good. I slide in and out now, faster and deeper all the time. He is panting with lust and so am I. He is mine. James is my sissy-boy now and he loves it. He shows it all over.

    His head turns from side to side, thrashing as he wraps his slender arms tightly round my neck, pulling me toward him, until finally I can feel the tremor in my thighs announcing my oncoming climax.

    I push deep into him exciting his G spot now, as he kisses me fervently, his own need to climax obvious. I had forgotten the joy of pleasing a virgin boy for the first time.

    As I pump my man seed deep inside him, I find instant relief and incredible pleasure. He releases his own creamy load over his smooth, hairless belly groaning loudly in ecstasy. I soon ease out of his tight embrace. It’s over. My needs and his are totally fulfilled in this brief passionate moment of bliss and lust.

    I stand looking down at him, lying there, legs splayed open, my cum trickling out of his distended boi hole and I look at the clock.

    ‘Fifty minutes, James.’ I tell him smiling. ‘You were wonderful’. ‘And so were you sir.’ he smiled back gratefully.

    ‘Now for the next ten minutes, you can finger your cunt with our sperm while I take a few more pics, okay?’

    James looked at me, with a blank look on his face.

    ‘Just wank your hole with our cum.’ I explain.

    The teen does as he’s told, as I get my camera and begin to take the pictures I want, as James slides one, two and then three cum-filled fingers in and out of himself, a glazed look on his face as he vainly tries to bring himself to climax again with his fingers, as I had just done him with my 8 inch man tool. He is such a good sissy boy for me.

    ‘Well, you’ve earned you money now,’ I assured him, with a smile. I watched him undress, dress in his street clothes and paid him.

    ‘Want to come back for more’ I asked throwing him some more bait. ‘Just give me a ring next week and I’ll pay you for two hours work.’

    ‘O yes sir, thank you’, he says eagerly.

    ‘Here, wear this collar so you remember’ and I put the dog collar on his slim long neck giving him one last kiss for the day. He shuddered.

    He smiles gratefully. ‘I do need the money sir’

    ‘We all do James’ I answer as I open the door and pat his cute butt one last time.

    Now to view and send these pictures out to my friends, they will enjoy them, and send me more of theirs. This is going to be one heck of a good summer.

    Can’t wait for next week!


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  • My Hot Jamaican Boys

    Let me first begin this story by stating that Jamaicans do not kill gay people even though they hate them. It’s the gays themselves that are killing each other down here.

    This story takes place in the town of Annotto bay in the parish of St. Mary. It’s about me and a few people that I like. There names have not been changed cause if any of them read I don’t think they’ll know its me. Ok some were changed because I don’t know them!

    Now there were these guys: Delano, Jovan, Jevauhn, Raymond, Duppyland and me. (This is my fantasy people, so work with me.) Delano and I met one day in my back yard (our yards are right next to each other)

    ‘Hey what’s up?’

    ‘Nothing’s up.’

    ‘So what are you up to now?’

    ‘Just sitting here, relaxing. What about you?’

    ‘Just admiring your beautiful body.’

    ‘Oh really! And why would you do that?’

    ‘Because I love you!’

    I then boldly made one of my bravest decisions that ever made. I asked him if he would have sex with me and he said yes. But I told him that I would run the show and hence he would have to do some things for me.

    ‘Name it.’

    ‘Okay. First you have get Raymond and Jovan to have sex with me too. That a problem?’

    ‘But ray’s my uncle. (This is true people). But I’ll try.’

    ‘Okay then. Meet me back here at 12: 00 noon okay?

    ‘All right. But today’s Monday and ray has got to go to work!’

    ‘Hello, just persuade him to come home by then okay?’

    ‘Okay’

    ‘See you at 12:00’

    It was now 8:30am in the morning and he had 3½ hours in which to persuade Ray and Jovan to come to my house at 12 noon. So with all time I decided to call my two other friends. I first called Jevauhn:

    ‘Hey what’s up dude? Me and a few friends are gonna have ourselves a little special party today at 12 noon. U wanna come … okay it’s at my place okay … Will you enjoy yourself? Of course you will man. You know it’s my special kind of kinky party man. So are you in? Great. Looking forward to sexing you.’

    Then I called Duppyland:

    ‘Hey what’s up dude? Me and a few friends are gonna have ourselves a little special party today at 12 noon. U wanna come … okay it’s at my place okay … Will you enjoy yourself? Of course you will man. You know it’s my special kind of kinky party man. So are you in? Great. Looking forward to sexing you.’

    It was now time to get this party stared. But before that let me let u in on what I was gonna do. First we’ll play four (4) of cards where each player gets only fours cards to play with (I’ll explain later). Then the persons who lose each game would have to strip a piece of there clothing. And this would continue until all were naked. Then the one who won the most card games would get to feel up the others.

    Then spin the bottle would come into play and you know how that goes already except any thing would go in that room where two would be together.

    12 noon

    Delano had, not to my surprise, had done what I asked of him. And my two other guests also arrived on time. So the party got started with the card game.

    ‘Let me explain the rules to you all.’

    I told them what I had told you before.

    ‘But there are more rules to the game.

    1) It can be played with any amount of players.

    2) If a player gets the four cards: a heart, a spade, a diamond or clubs, he has the option of winning the game.

    Now lets play’ (as I write I’m playing a game of Microsoft Hearts.)

    So the games began and progressed and boy was I happy when the others had to shed their clothes. The first one to get fully naked was Raymond. Boy was he hot. By this time we all had hardons. Then Delano followed. Then I was the only one left. And of course I won the most games so I got part of what I wanted.

    I started with Raymond. I went down on my knees licked that lollipop like a child who has never had eaten a sweat before. He loved every minute of it. I toyed with his cock head until he was ready blow his male all I my very thirsty mouth. I knew that he was ready when he suddenly got all tensed up. Meanwhile the others watched and waited for their turn.

    ‘Oh lord, I’m gonna cum.’

    ‘Cum in my dry mouth baby.’

    Then he let it all out in two smooth squirts. Boy it tasted so good. I then proceeded to do the others. Then it was on to the spin the bottle. I was the first to spin and I got Raymond. Boy I tell you it was one freaky afternoon. We kissed then he proceeded to suck my cock. Boy that was hot. I came three consecutive times in his mouth.

    ‘You want me to fuck you?’ I said.

    ‘Fuck me in my ass baby. Do it’

    I then proceeded to lube his ass with some lotion. I then eased my 9’inch dick inside his voluptuous ass. Boy he was hot on the inside. I then slowly started to go back and forth in a slow rhythm. I then picked up my pace and began pounding that ass of his. Each time I thrust forward he moaned with great pleasure. I came inside his ass I one fluid motion.

    That day was one happy day for me and my friends. After I did Raymond I did have enough energy in me to do all the others. But those are for another day.


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  • The Red Room

    I watched myself on tv, admiring my good looks and the way Channel 9 had caught my good side.

    A dozen microphones sat beneath me at my podium, seemingly desperate to hear my every word, as it should be. I had a helluva lot of important things to say, and my latest campaign was guaranteed to keep me in the Mayor’s office well past the next election, as far as I was concerned.

    Nothing like manipulating the General Public with a little fear-mongering.

    ‘Do you really want one in your neighborhood?’ I heard myself say, pausing dramatically, as the photographers snapped photos of me. Get my good side, boys! I smiled to myself. ‘No, of course you don’t! Who would? Let’s keep our neighborhoods clean and decent for hard-working families and all the well-adjusted straight men and women in your communities.’

    There it was. A bomb-shell comment. It would either make or break me. I was betting on making.

    ‘I have nothing against the homosexual community,’ I said. Damn, I’m good! I really said that with complete honesty – what a crock! Gays grossed me out, but politicians had to hold back somewhat or be branded homophobic or racist. I continued, ‘But there are some things that don’t belong around the straight community. Least of all strip joints or porn stores where one could see advertisements for some very disquieting, kinky porno movies in the windows where children can see them.’

    Aaah, the ‘children card’. Works every time!

    ‘Do we really want to encourage our children to experiment with homosexuality and wind up as outcasts from society? I say to you…no. NO!’ I repeated, pounding the podium for emphasis. ‘There’s a time and a place for all of this, and I say, ladies and gentlemen, that time is certainly not now, and the place is not my city! Not while I’m the mayor! As such, I hereby rescind the city permit for the annual gay pride parade, and plan to put into motion severe penalties for any businesses caught selling homosexual merchandise of any kind.’

    I smiled with anticipation at my next words, knowing that it would be the easiest chore to accomplish.

    ‘But, first things first. There’s a nightclub…Ha! A strip bar,’ I groaned, my voice filled with contempt, ‘that’s been making a name for itself and is getting far too popular to be allowed to remain open, if we’re to remain committed to cleaning up this city. This ‘club’ is first on my list of things to eliminate to bring back a wholesomeness back to our proud city. I’m asking city council to approve my recommendation that it be closed.’

    I looked every reporter in the eye, and uttered the next words with enough contempt to make them believe my every word.

    ‘I plan to shut down The Red Room immediately!’

    My press conference coverage more or less ended there, with a reporter on the 6 o’clock news repeating everything I just said and basically wondering if I had the votes on council to succeed, and what kinds of protests the gay community would come up with to save their precious nudie bar.

    Naked men! Brrrrrrr! The very thought made me shiver with revulsion.

    ‘Cameron, you look so handsome!’ my budget manager / mistress cooed to me, sitting on the edge of my desk, watching the news with me. ‘They really got your good side!’

    ‘I was just thinking that myself, babe. But then, as the youngest mayor this city has ever had, what else could I be? I’m 34 now, and I replaced a 61-year old clunker!’

    ‘It’s a risky venture, though,’ she warned me. She went on to blah-blah-blah about careers and agendas, but really all I cared about were her tits (including the implants I secretly paid for using city money), and her availability to suck me off every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and sometimes Sunday when Jill and the kids were visiting her dopey mother.

    ‘I’ve got this under control. Martel, Kreiger, and Franco are all with me on this.’

    She rolled her big baby blues down at me. ‘Oh, well, great! You just have twenty-five more councilors to convince!’

    ‘Let me worry about that, hm? In the meantime…’ I grinned, unzipping the fly of my expensive pants.

    Debra hesitated, despite my obvious invitation…no…implication of her duty…to service me.

    It was Wednesday, after all!

    ‘Something wrong?’ I asked, unbuttoning the top of my pants, and opening up the fly completely so she could see my erection and intentions.

    ‘Don’t you think we do this, uh, a little…too much?’

    ‘Do what too much?’ I asked, acting dumb.

    ‘Oral sex. It takes a lot of effort, Cameron. And you’re almost 7 inches, so you take up a lot of room in my mouth – ‘

    ‘I’m a big boy, yes, yes, yes, so?’

    ‘Sometimes I go down on you for so long my jaw aches! Sometimes I think you even hold back so I have to blow you longer.’

    Damn! She was smart! I had been holding back! I loved seeing her head bobbing on my dick.

    ‘Oh, come on, how hard is it to suck off a guy? It’s easy, just hold your breath or remember to breath or something. Whatever you girls have to do. C’mon. Times a-wasting. We both have homes to go home to, after I’m done shootin’ my load.’

    ‘And that’s another thing! You’ve been trying to make me swallow it!’

    I shrugged my shoulders. ‘So? I thought women liked to drink cum?’

    ‘Some do, but not me!’

    ‘Fine time to tell me now, Debra. Now look! He’s all mushy. You’ll have to work overtime now just to get him back to where he was a minute ago. C’mon, baby. Let’s do this!’

    Reluctantly, my budget manager /mistress got down on her knees, pulled my dick out from beneath my underwear and began to suck me off. Hey, it was a fair trade. She went down on me three times a week (and sometimes Sundays), and I gave her a huge salary plus bonuses. I don’t see what the problem is – if not for the blow jobs she’d be so overpaid for what she does that the newspapers would have a field day exposing it.

    I could understand how gays enjoyed receiving blow jobs, but you couldn’t pay me enough money in a million years to be the sucker instead of the suckee! I watched my lady service me with a look of submission in her eyes, my feelings of pride and dominance keeping me hard. As she drove my sex drive over the edge, I clutched the sides of her head, burying my fingers within her hair, and thrust even harder into her, making her swallow more and more of me. She’s a woman – she knows she loves it.

    And yes…I did hold back again tonight so she had to suck me even longer than normal!

    Across town in an office at my intended target, unbeknownst to me a group of men were watching the nightly news and my ground-breaking news conference. If I’d seen who actually worked at the Red Room, and known that they’d be watching me that night, conjouring up plans to fight me I might just have kept my mouth shut and given them just 1-hour’s notice before I closed up their little bar.

    ‘—I plan to shut down the Red Room immediately!’ my image on the tv announced.

    The room exploded with shouts of indignation and concern from all those gathered. Jean Marc, the owner was white as a sheet, some dancers like Troy or Steele looked like they wanted to break some bones, while others like Kenneth and Gene held their thoughts private, even though the loss of their jobs was paramount on their faces.

    ‘I say we get Bronte to smack around the Mayor!’ Troy insisted, looking at fellow dancer, Fire, who was dressed in tight-fitting jeans and sleeveless t-shirt under his leather jacket.

    ‘And get Bronte arrested for assault?!’ Kenneth snapped. ‘He’s not a pit bull to be used on anyone we don’t like!’

    ”Don’t like’?’ Troy repeated, glaring at Kenneth. ‘That jerk wants to close this place down and end your job! Damn right I don’t like him!’

    ‘Fire, what do you think we should do about this?’ Jean Marc asked his most popular dancer.

    The hot-looking stripper pushed himself off of the closed door he was leaning against, his arms crossed, his handsome face set with determination.

    ‘I’m going to talk to him.’

    ‘Is that code for ‘Bronte is going to talk to him’?’ Troy grinned.

    Fire leveled him with a firm stare. ‘I am going to talk to him. No need to get rough when I can be…’ he said, pausing to break out into a mischievous smile, ‘persuasive…when I want to be.’

    His fellow male dancers followed suit, and seemed to relax, knowing firsthand how convincing Fire could be at changing men’s minds.

    Literally!

    I didn’t realize it as I entered the spa/gymnasium at city hall the next day at lunch time, but Fire was watching me and tracking my moves, melding in with the rest of the busy city crowd, going about their business at mid-day.

    I liked to get some weight training in and then a massage to work the kinks out. Kinks, not kinky! I didn’t go for any of that queer man-rubbing-my-thigh-too-high stuff, and my usual masseur, Oliver, knew it very well. He should – I made sure to check up on him to be sure he was straight, because I didn’t want a homo touching me anywhere I wasn’t supposed to be touched, even before I’d launched my campaign against the Red Room. As I built up a sweat in the gym, Oliver prepared my massage table for me in my private area, only to be interrupted by Fire’s appearance.

    ‘Hello!’ Fire smiled his most charming smile at the good-looking masseur. ‘Is this where the Mayor’s scheduled for his massage?’

    ‘Uh, yeah, and you shouldn’t be here. It’s private. See the sign on the door?’

    Fire nodded, entered the room, and closed the door behind him. This caught Oliver’s attention, forcing him to stop folding his towels and plumping my pillow.

    ‘Yo! I said ‘private’!’ Oliver snapped, approaching Fire.

    ‘I heard. All the better for us, don’t you think?’ Fire asked, his smile encouraging.

    However, Oliver was a straight as me, and would have nothing of it. ‘No, I don’t. I think you should leave.’

    ‘And I think you should take your shirt off,’ Fire said, removing his leather jacket, and in an instant his t-shirt, too.

    ‘Mister, I don’t know who you are, but this isn’t one of those kind of massage rooms! I rub down the Mayor for therapeutic reasons only! I’ll ask you one more time before I pick you up and drop you on your ass outside of this building!’ Oliver watched as Fire dabbed some oil from a bottle he’d produced into his hands, and then proceeded to massage it into his muscular chest, neck, and his face. Oliver’s anger evaporated, replaced by wandering eyes as his senses experienced something unlike they’d ever sensed before. Fire took a step closer to him, and then another, prompting Oliver to swing his attention back to him, realizing that what he was smelling was Fire. ‘What’s that…smell?’

    ‘Me,’ Fire replied, softly. ‘Do you like it?’

    Oliver hesitated. Depending on how he replied he could send out the wrong message to this stranger. If he said ‘yes’ it might encourage the guy to get his massage-plus-happy-ending he apparently was expecting. If he said ‘no’…well…that would be a bad lie wouldn’t it?

    ‘Yeah, it’s great,’ Oliver nodded, breathing it in deeply as Fire came within a foot of him. ‘My girlfriend’ll love it. Probably drive her crazy in bed…make it hard to concentrate.’

    ‘She could. But right now…you’re going to concentrate on Fire!’

    Fire embraced Oliver around his neck and pulled him in for a powerful kiss. Oliver watched wide-eyed as the gay guy held him tightly, holding his head from behind as his mouth enveloped the masseur’s lips. He felt a moment of resistance, reaching up to push away the other guy, but Oliver quickly realized that it felt…great! Wonderful, in fact! His arms wrapped themselves around Fire’s back, his breath and that of Fire’s intermingling as the kiss went on and on. Fire tilted his head, and forced Oliver’s mouth open, and suddenly Oliver was overwhelmed with unrealized desire as another man’s tongue rolled around his mouth, seeking out and playing with his own tongue.

    How is this possible? the masseur wondered in vain. I’m straight! How is it possible this gay guy’s turning me on like no one has before?

    His questions were erased from his mind as Oliver found himself on his knees a minute later, accepting Fire’s gentle push to lower himself. Fire undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled down his zipper, all the while Oliver knelt before him, transfixed with anticipation. Fire gently pressed Oliver’s face into his crotch, forcing the masseur to snuggle his face into Fire’s increasingly hard erection, which was bursting to escape from his tight underwear. Oliver couldn’t stop himself from the erotic body heat and manly smell that was overwhelming him, never believing he could have found such enjoyment from burying his face within another man’s crotch. Fire lowered his underwear, and Oliver heard himself gasp softly as he beheld a magnificent 8-inch cock. He’d seen dicks in pornos and in the showers, but had never felt any form of attraction to them before. This was different, however. The gay guy’s penis seemed like a work of art, and a powerfully masculine one at that, one that he should rightly kneel before in awe.

    Holding the back of Oliver’s head, Fire placed his hard cock against the masseur’s lips, running it back and forth across them and his cheeks, imprinting its musky, manly scent across Oliver’s face so that he couldn’t escape it, could only crave Fire’s cock. With his mouth open, uttering soft moans as he surrendered himself to Fire, the gay dancer pushed his cock into Oliver’s mouth, and began to pump his face, his hips gently rocking back and forth. More and more of his cock disappeared inside Oliver’s twink mouth, his tongue rolling around the meaty penis in any way possible to taste it, to welcome it inside, to give it pleasure.

    Fire reached for his oil again and dabbed more into one palm, then rubbed both palms together, and then slowly stroked and massaged it into Oliver’s face. He moaned with pleasure as his senses went out of control, his taste buds tasting Fire’s cock more intensely, in an even better way than they had a minute ago. With the pheromone oil applied directly to his skin, Oliver couldn’t escape Fire’s seductive, manly odor.

    ‘That’s it, Oliver, suck my gorgeous cock! My name is Fire, and you’re going to be mine! All you can think about is my cock in your mouth, giving it as much love as you possibly can, because you love to suck cock! Repeat after me; you love sucking cock.’

    Fire released his hold on Oliver’s face, but kept his big, wet cock inches away from his mouth.

    ‘I…love sucking…cock.’

    ‘Again.’

    ‘I love sucking cock’ he replied, sounding as if he’d just realized a secret.

    ‘Again,’ prompted Fire.

    ‘I love sucking cock!’ Oliver grinned, his voice eager and excited. He reached up and took Fire’s cock in his hand, shoving it back into his mouth as he returned to sucking off Fire, his head beginning to bob back and forth with renewed interest and speed. Fire smiled down at Oliver as more and more of his sex disappeared inside Oliver’s mouth, his sensuous full lips puckering as they slid back and forth across the throbbing shaft, glistening from his oil and Oliver’s saliva.

    He serviced Fire with passion and intensity, his sexuality gradually overwhelmed by Fire’s gay powers of persuasion. Fire moaned and bucked minutes later, cumming into Oliver’s mouth, who swallowed every drop of his juice without even being asked to. Oliver continued to lick and suck until he’d removed any stray drops of cum, before he looked up, beholding Fire as if for the first time.

    ‘You’re gorgeous! You’re amazing! I…I’ll do anything for you, Fire!’ he assured, grinning widely, his heart filled with love for the other man.

    Fire smiled down at him, stroking his hair. ‘I thought you would. You enjoyed my cum, didn’t you?’

    ‘I loved it!’ Oliver sighed.

    ‘All men do. No man can resist the hypnotic gay influence of my pheromone body oil, or my semen. It contains elements of those pheromones, turning every man that tastes it into my willing love slave.’

    ‘I’m yours, Fire!’ Oliver sighed with a dreamy smile of his wet lips, his heart enslaved to the gay dancer.

    Fire smiled at him, and helped him stand up. ‘You’re not the one I came to see, Oliver, but you and I are going to have some fun tomorrow at the Red Room. I want you to visit the Red Room when it opens up at 5 pm, and then we can continue your transformation into your new gay life. But for now, you can let me take you place to massage the Mayor. He and I have things to…discuss.’

    ‘Anything for you, Fire!’

    The dancer smiled, and gave Oliver another long kiss on the lips, the two of them embracing tightly as if they were long-time lovers, something the formerly-straight masseur would never have believed possible or accepted a half hour ago. He left the gym so Fire could prepare for the Mayor’s arrival, thoughts of Fire’s gorgeous, thrusting cock foremost on his mind, not to mention his first visit to the gay strip bar with all those hot guys and their big cocks that would complete his conversion. He couldn’t wait to dump his girlfriend for his new life.

    Meanwhile, I was my usual 10 minutes late for my appointment (I like making people wait for me, but I think Oliver is so used to it that he uses that 10 minutes to call or text his girlfriend – those two are inseparable), and I did a double-take as I saw a new face in my usual room. He was studly and a bit of a pretty boy, compared to the athletic Oliver, and had better hair than me.

    ‘It’s okay, come in. I’m covering for Oliver today.’ the new guy assured me.

    I hesitated, being a bit of a control freak, and not dealing with change very well. Plus, I was used to my routine with Oliver – bad enough I let a guy rub me down, but this guy’s hands might wander around more than I wanted.

    ‘Ohhh-kaaay,’ I moaned, climbing onto the table and laying down on it on my belly. ‘Watch the personal space, alright? I don’t want you getting anywhere near the nuts – not too high up the thighs, okay? I just want to loosen up, not a close encounter, understand?’

    ‘Certainly, Mr. Mayor. By the way, my name’s Fi – ‘

    ‘Don’t care, don’t need to. This’ll be our one and only session, and it’s back to Oliver, so gimme a quick rub and let’s get this over with,’ I instructed.

    ‘As you wish,’ the younger guy complied, squeezing some oil onto his hands, and then applying some decent rubbing to my shoulder blades. I grunted and sighed, loving it when my blades were massaged. Just sorta gets all tight back there, and having them rubbed by someone else always relaxed me. Kinda hard to reach around for them on my own, you know?

    I should say this ‘Fi’ guy, whateverthehellhisnamewas, seemed to know what he was doing, probably being very experienced with his hands. He turned back my towel so only my cute ass was hidden beneath it, while he worked the kinks out of my spine, neck, and calves, before moving up to my lower thighs.

    ‘Not too high,’ I reminded him. ‘Right?’

    ‘Yes, Mr. Mayor,’ he answered. ‘Forgive me from asking, but you seem to be uncomfortable with gay people and their lifestyle.’

    ‘You gay?!’ I snapped, propping myself up onto my elbows.

    ‘No, of course not,’ the new guy answered. ‘But I saw your news conference and you seem to have boundaries regarding massages.’

    ‘Oh. Well, yeah, I think their lifestyle is wrong. Kinda gross, you know? And if I had my way I’d definitely have a lady massage me, but I am the Mayor, and have a reputation to uphold. Besides, I know Oliver, and he’s super straight.’

    ‘Is he?’ Fire smiled down at me with that mischievous smile, even though I couldn’t see it. My head was resting comfortably on my forearms.

    ‘Oh, yea. Quite the stud when it comes to the ladies. Can’t get enough pussy, so I hear.’

    ‘Hm. Interesting. So he’s not even a little…curious? Maybe bi?’

    ‘Hell, no!’ I insisted. ‘I have a gay guy on staff in Accounting, but Oliver steers clear of him. Won’t even take the elevator with him. Too bad, really, since Greg is an okay guy. For a pansy, that is.’

    ‘Well, maybe the two of them will be friends some day,’ Fire suggested.

    ‘Yeah, whatever. Better chance of winning the lottery, if you ask me.’

    ‘So getting back to the Red Room…’ Fire prompted.

    ‘I didn’t lknow we were talking about it,’ I admitted, getting annoyed. Oliver might say a few words, but I usually just laid there while I got my rubdown. A recital of daily anecdotes and news caps wasn’t my idea of relaxation.

    New guy continued, ‘Why put those people out of work? They’re doing a job they love, just like the men and women that work at a straight strip club do.’

    ‘But it’s full of gay guys!’ I told him, as if that explained everything. When he didn’t respond, I added, ‘There’s been talk of that place getting too popular, know what I’m saying? As if they’re, I don’t know if this is the proper word for it, but it looks like they’re recruiting people! Either recruiting from within the city, or bringing in even more queers from other towns, so enough is enough. I hear it’s more popular than any strip club in town, even more than any straight girlie nudie bar, and that’s just gross. Better to close it down now before it corrupts any more of our fine young men in this city, right?’

    I could smell a different odor now, something I know Oliver never used before. At first I thought this new guy was burning a scented candle or something lame like that, but then I realized that it was from his massage oils. It had an unusual, aromatic, intoxicating scent to it, but I didn’t comment on it in case I started to sound like I was into such poofy things. He massaged my neck, and rubbed my temples, practically erasing all of my tensions just by doing that one thing.

    ‘Wow,’ I sighed. ‘I think you’re better than Oliver. He better watch out…his job might be in jeopardy!’ I joked.

    As the new guy maneuvered himself to stand in front of me so that he could massage my shoulders, I sighed from the warmth of the oil and all the pressure points he was hitting the mark on. I propped my chin up on my forearms, and opened my eyes, only to discover that the new guy was naked! I jerked up as if to jump off the table, but he held me down, assuring me with a calm voice,

    ‘Relax, Mr. Mayor. Relax. Enjoy the massage. Enjoy my hands on your body.’

    I found myself doing as I was told, but I didn’t take my eyes off the new guy’s dick, which was barely a foot from my face. He wasn’t hard, but I could see that he was half-way there, and man, was he a Big Boy!

    ‘That’s quite a…shlong…you’ve got there, new guy.’

    ‘Thank you.’

    ‘How…uh…how b-b…large…?’ I stuttered.

    I watched as he took one hand from my shoulder, and wrapped it around his own cock, stroking it up and down before me.

    ‘Eight lovely inches,’ he told me softly. ‘When it’s hard, like it is now. Do you like it?’

    I hesitated, words trying to slip from my mouth that I didn’t want to utter. ‘Yes, very much,’ I heard myself say. What-the-hell-was-that??? Why did I just say that?

    ‘Good,’ new guy said, returning to gently massaging some oil into my temples. ‘Don’t take your eyes off of it. You don’t want to look away. It’s too beautiful to look away from.’

    ‘Uhhh,’ I moaned, trying to turn my head away, but I couldn’t. There was just something about the masseur’s voice I found reassuring. What was wrong with me?! I somehow felt compelled to check him out, to actually appreciate every line and contour of his penis. I don’t know how he was able to do it, and I tried to shift my position so I wouldn’t look at his dick, but I slowly began to realize that I didn’t want to look away. ‘Okay.’

    ‘That’s it. Look at it. Admire it. Look how hard it is, thick, and masculine. It’s a powerful cock, Mr. Mayor. It wants you to stare at it, admire it, enjoy it.’

    My breathing began to get shallow now, and my mouth felt dry, making me swallow again and again. I don’t know why, but I found myself actually checking out this hot guy’s dick, and thinking what an amazing piece of meat it wasthehell? Did I just call him a…hot guy?! I checked out the hot guy’s cock…yep, did it again…thinking that if I were going to be a porn star I’d want a cock like his…I’d want a cock like his…to…enjoy. Huh? No, I mean a cock like his if I were the porn star doing the…sucking. No, I mean, if I would use it to screw women! That’s better. Right, I only noticed guy’s dicks in porn and thought to myself that I wish I had my cock inside him. Her! Her! What was he doing to me?!

    ‘A cock like that would be amazing to suck,’ I murmured, gasped, and added, ‘B-by a w-woman, I mean!’

    ‘Don’t be embarrassed, Mr. Mayor. Many men have tasted my cock…and loved it. Gay men…straight men…straight men that are now gay men. They wrap their lips around my gorgeous cock and have a change of mind and preference. They never want to go back after having my big cock inside them.’

    His temple massaging was making my head spin, and all sorts of crazy ideas were flitting about, and fewer and fewer of them involved women. This was crazy! I’ve never wanted a guy before, and the only cock I loved was my own! It’d given me so much pleasure from my teens when I first started masturbating and then having sex. Now it was…oh, God! It was rock-hard under my belly! I better not roll over and let the new guy see it like that!

    ‘You’re thinking of that now, Mr. Mayor…Cameron…thinking of what it would feel like…taste like…to suck my big, gorgeous cock. It’s so hot, Cameron…you’re making it hot and hard…it wants you to suck it! It’s begging you to wrap your lips around it…to become one with it…to lick it up and down…’

    Oooh, man, he was trying to hypnotize me! His words had a mind-controlling effect on me, and second by second I felt compelled to obey him, to accept these new thoughts and desires he was planting in my head. I was proud to be straight, finding only women desirable, but now…now this guy was brainwashing me, forcing new sexual thoughts and cravings into my mind, and I was finding it harder and harder to resist. His cock…it seemed so enticing…so beautiful…

    ‘Uhhh…n-never sucked a dick before…’ I mumbled, both shocked and intrigued about what was happening to me.

    ‘Then there’s no time like the present,’ the masseur suggested, taking a small step closer to me. With one hand on the back of my head, and one around the powerful shaft of his amazing cock, he edged closer to me, and I realized I was opening my mouth to accept his cock! I did want to taste it! To feel it inside my mouth, to experience my first cock, and man, what a cock it was going to be! I suddenly felt at ease with the concept of sucking a guy, something I’d never considered in my entire life. But here was the opportunity of a life time, and I…I…I had to take his cock…into me! Oh, man, he’s feeding me his cock and I was really going to do this! He was gently forcing my mouth and his cock to join together, as he aimed his penis right for my mouth. I was leaning forward to accept it, and my lips would wrap around the thick head in just a couple seconds as if it was the most natural thing for me to do, forgetting I was straight, and that I had never gone down on a guy before. It was barely 2 inches away from my wide open mouth, when there was a knock at the door.

    ‘Mr. Mayor, it’s Theresa. Mr. Preston from the City Herald is here to see you. Something about an interview for the front page?’

    The voice of my administrative assistant brought me back to reality, and I pushed myself into a sitting position, trying to clear my head. ‘A-all right! Tell ‘im I’ll be up there! Soon! Al-almost finished here.’

    ‘Very well,’ Theresa said behind the door, then left, her high heels clip-clopping down the hall.

    I looked at the new masseur and away quickly, embarrassed that I was exposing my hard dick for him to see. I put my hands over it, and stuttered, ‘I-I-I have to leave.’

    The new guy stepped in front of me, placed his hands on my cheeks, and planted a long kiss right on my lips! They were unlike any lips I’d ever felt before – soft, and yet manly, and somehow just the right size for my own. I have no idea why I didn’t fight it, having never experienced or even wanted to experience another guy’s mouth on mine. Heck, it used to gross me out when I was little and my Dad would sometimes kiss me on the cheek before he left on a business trip. Now…I just wanted this wonderful kiss with this stranger to last forever.

    He released the kiss and smiled at me. I couldn’t help but offer a weak smile back at him, although I’m sure I was turning red from embarrassment. Oh, hell, my dick was giving off the wrong impression – it was still completely hard and pointing skyward like a flagpole!

    ‘We’ll continue this,’ he assured me, giving my erection a little squeeze before he began to put his clothes back on.

    ‘Uh, w-where? W-when?’ I found myself asking. Why was I asking that?!

    i..kissed…a guy.

    ‘I’ll be in touch. I’ll make sure you can find me,’ he replied.

    I kissed a guy!

    ‘O-okay,’ I found myself saying, as if I was agreeing with the prospect of another meeting. Not if I could help it, buddy! I let my guard down once, somehow, but it wouldn’t happen again in a million years!

    ‘I’ll see you soon,’ the new guy told me, and left, leaving me there to contemplate, naked with a raging hard-on, what I should do next. Oh, yea! The newspaper interview. Better get dressed.

    Holy crap, I kissed a guy!…And liked it!

    The interview was a waste of time, my mind drifting back to what I saw and the feelings I experienced that were so out of character for me. My heart just wasn’t into talking about myself and my plans – hell, the interview was supposed to be about my focus on closing down the Red Room and homosexual hangouts, and here I went and had a homosexual experience myself! I didn’t exactly do anything, but there was the temptation to do it. I may have even freaked out the reporter when he caught me checking out his crotch…twice…with me smiling down at it, but I assured him I was just looking away, lost in thought as I composed my replies to his questions.

    Yea, right!

    The truth was I found myself realizing that his own dick was curled up on the left side of his crotch, and wondering if he was as big as me. Certainly not as big as the new masseur– 8 inches? Wow! Finally I just made my excuses to end the interview quickly, telling him I hadn’t changed my perspective and I was sticking to what I said at the press conference.

    Next I called Debra in for a ‘private meeting’, and practically ordered her to get on her knees, as I shrugged off my pants, exposing my hard-on that still hadn’t softened since my encounter with New Guy, about an hour ago.

    ‘But it’s not even Friday, yet!’ she complained, crossing her arms obstinately, reminding me of my structured ‘private meetings’.

    ‘IknowIknowIknow. Please, just give me some release, okay? I’m bursting here. C’mon, you know you like it.’

    She sneered at me, and knelt before me, saying, ‘You try it sometime and see how much you like having something in your mouth on a regular basis and we’ll see if you think it’s not such a big deal!’

    ‘I just might,’ I fearfully mumbled softly to myself.

    ‘Excuse me?’ she snapped.

    ‘I…said, you’re just right. Your mouth. You’re blowing, I mean. You’re…um…great.’

    That seemed to reassure her, so she slowly began to stroke me and take in more and more of my dick, lathering it up with her red lips and tongue. She went at it for a long time, and I found myself watching her every move, her every lick and every squeeze of my dick, almost as if I was watching it for the first time. Almost as if…

    …I wanted to learn how to do it myself?

    No, no, no, that was just crazy!

    I watched her because I liked watching a woman suck me.

    I came minutes later, but was cut off abruptly as I uttered some completely out of character words, along the lines of,

    ‘What a beautiful cock!’

    Debra backed off, and got dressed, annoyed that I was such a narcissist about my own penis . If she only knew that I was imagining New Guy’s dick, I think I would have freaked her out ten times more!

    Hell, I was freaking out myself!

    It was the next day at work, my e-mail was as loaded as a drunk on Bay Street, and I looked at them for the most important ones, when one popped out at me that made my heart race, and my mouth go dry again. The sender was someone calling himself ‘Fire’, and the message was headlined by a single word; ‘Massage’, so I knew it was him.

    I opened it up and it consisted of a single line; ‘Your private room at the City Hall gym, 12 noon; let’s finish your massage. Fire’

    My head spun and my mind raced with all kinds of crazy ideas and that hadn’t been there before. What was I thinking, agreeing to that? I wasn’t gay! Okay, I let him kiss me, but hell, the girls couldn’t keep their hands of me, so why not the gay guys? Well, I couldn’t allow the press or my staff know about the gay masseur, so I had to get down there before 12 noon, and make sure he was escorted out of City Hall. Wait! He was gay…he asked about that Red Room club…! I felt my anger rise as I realized I was either being set up or pranked by the gay guy, and it made my silly queer fantasies slip away. How dare he try that stuff on me! There was no way in hell I was going to fall for that again…

    * * *

    ‘Lie down, Mr. Mayor. Relax.’

    ‘Okay,’ I agreed, my anger evaporating like so much hot air in a city council meeting, once I saw him naked again, smelling fantastic like before. Somehow, he was able to convince me to take my suit off, and lie on the massage table, and on my back so he could check out my hard cock. Why was I doing this? He was naked, and so was I, so where was this going? Why was I allowing this? A little voice in me tried to tell me that I wanted it to happen, but I squashed that idea. Of course, that left me with no answers.

    I watched as he dabbed some oil onto his hands, rubbed them together, and then proceeded to massage it into my face. I moaned from the intoxicating, masculine scent, the oil making my head spin, and warm my face. He massaged it into me, even as I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Somehow, he was beginning to look real good to me, as if I was able to appreciate just how attractive he was. I couldn’t imagine a better-looking man, either an actor or musician. That was when I realized that he was a hunk, a stud that was even hotter than me!

    With his hands still slippery with his special oil, he grasped my dick, and began to slowly stroke it up and down. I moaned and gasped, having never had a hand job from a guy before. My breathing became shallow, and I found myself staring at his hard cock, which he was now stroking to fullness less than a foot from me. I could feel myself becoming lost in the moment, my curiosity and sex drive becoming uncontrollable as I…still wanted to…suck him? Yeah, I actually wanted to suck him, as if to thank him? To accept that…he was to be…admired? Worshipped? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that Fire had a gorgeous cock, and I wanted to return the favor, as crazy as that seemed.

    ‘Now it’s your turn, Mr. Mayor. Masturbate. Fantasize about my lovely, big, hard cock. Imagine doing whatever I want you to do to me. Fantasize about becoming my willing lover,’ Fire told me. ‘But you can’t cum until I ask you to.’

    I did as he asked, jerking off like crazy on my back, my head turned so I could get a clear look at his cock, his genitals my only focus, as if nothing else mattered. My hand slid rapidly up and down as my hand absorbed some of the oil, making it easy to jerk myself to the biggest erection I’d ever felt. When I realized that I was smiling with admiration and desire at his cock, a tiny bit of resistance reared up within me, and I began to force myself to look away, until he easily turned my head back towards his big cock.

    ‘You want my cock, Mr. Mayor. You can feel a yearning for it, can’t you? You want to forsake women, and concentrate solely on my cock, servicing it with your mouth and hands, your only goal to give me pleasure and make me cum.’

    ‘N-no…no…I’m strai–…I can’t, but, I…I…Y-yes,’ I slurred, as he aimed his cock at me again, the thick head coming closer and closer. ‘Want…your…cock. Yeah, Fire, I want your cock!’ I heard myself say. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more the desire seemed to rage within me, growing exponentially, as if I was helping him brainwash me into becoming gay. Saying it aloud seemed to reinforce his commands. ‘I…I’ve got to have your cock, Fire!’ I sighed, my heart filling with lust and yearning for this hot guy. I blurted out, ‘Please! Let me suck your gorgeous, big cock!’

    Fire then said, ‘Of course, Mr. Mayor. I massaged your body with my hands…and now you’re going to massage my cock…with your mouth.’

    And with that, Fire edged forward, I opened my mouth wide, and his beautiful cock was filling my whole mouth with his masculine power. The first 4 inches of his eight inch penis rammed its way inside me, pumping my face again and again, making my head spin as I realized that I was performing oral sex on another guy, something I’d just been campaigning against a day ago! I began to wonder why I was so against it – it felt fantastic to suck another man’s cock! My lips and tongue had never tasted such a thing in my life, and as he thrust forward again and again, my lips sliding across his thick throbbing shaft, I found myself losing all interest in women, like Debra. I had only one focus as I masturbated myself; make love to Fire’s cock with my mouth!

    Debra; I was now Debra, my mouth engorged with a thick, pumping cock! My memories of things I’d said to her, like it wasn’t a big deal to swallow five inches of a cock or have an aching jaw – now I was going to experience those things! I had become a cocksucker after all, for ever thrust into me by Fire, I felt less and less awkward about it, and found myself actually approving of it, finding it immensely enjoyable. His pumping cock was making me submissive, hypnotizing me with his relentless, repetition of entering my mouth again and again. I didn’t know how he was doing this to me, and I didn’t care. All I cared about was taking in more and more of his dick into my mouth.

    And as he pumped my face like I used to pump Debra’s, I felt stirrings within me, yearnings, even, to actually suck him until he would come, so I could have my first taste of a man’s cum. I moaned as he made me suck him, hoping I could taste his cum, making me his personal cocksucker. I was even sure that I’d swallow every drop if given half a chance, giving myself the entire experience of what Debra had when she went down on me. I even felt…jealous of Debra! Jealous because she’d had years of blow jobs, and had been lucky enough to perform oral again and again, and this was only my first time. Oh, wow, was he really changing me that much?!

    There was a quick knock at the door, and then it swung open followed by a female gasp escaping the visitor’s mouth, but Fire only slowed his pumping of my face, keeping his big dick in my mouth. He simply smiled at the visitor, and then down at me, stroking my hair.

    ‘What’s–?! What’s going on here?! What are you doing to the Mayor?!’ I heard Theresa’s voice nearly shriek, but somehow I didn’t care.

    ‘You could say I’m giving him a taste of gay pride. But I’m just making him see things my way.’

    ‘Mr. Mayor! Why’re you–?’ she asked, but I interrupted her, reluctantly taking my mouth off of Fire’s penis.

    ‘It’s okay, Theresa. Go away. I…love sucking Fire’s cock. We need some privacy,’ I said dreamily, taking his cock into my hand, and shoving it back into my hungry mouth.

    She was freaked out, but she accepted the situation, leaving us alone. I was ready to suck him until he came into me, willingly accepting my new gay desires and discarding my straight life, but Fire pulled out, then bent down to me to stroke my hair, and kiss me on the cheek and neck as he told me,

    ‘We’re going to continue this without interruptions, Cameron. There’s only one private place for us, Mr. Mayor. One place where we won’t be interrupted. And you’re going to come with me there, so I can finish converting you.’

    ‘Wh – where’re going?’ I asked, breathlessly, before he turned my head to face him so he could kiss me again, my boiling desire making me love the feel of his lips on mine.

    The Red Room.

    I should have guessed.

    I could barely take my eyes off of Fire the entire car ride here, and both of us enjoyed the feel of each other’s lips as we kissed again and again on the way there. A friend of Fire’s drove us to the club that I wanted to close down. All the way there he’d kept his arm around my shoulders, occasionally giving my hard dick a squeeze, neither action resisted by me. He took my hand, and encouraged me to rest it on his bulging crotch, where it stayed for most of the ride. Sometimes I could almost feel my mind clearing, but he smelled so damn good, and was so freaking attractive that I told myself not to even think such things. My mouth seemed to control my actions – I was finding it more and more natural to kiss another man, and I wanted to taste his cock again, I wanted to…taste his cum. I couldn’t believe how much I was changing, and it was all due to Fire.

    I hesitated at the door of the club, wondering what was inside, and if anyone had seen me come here, but one look at Fire’s muscular chest in his unbuttoned shirt, and I felt myself drawn inside, even as he took my hand to gently pull me inside. Like a swarm of piranhas, male strippers appeared all around me, some showing their anger at my unexpected arrival, until they saw my look of total acceptance and desire for Fire as we held hands. Then they seemed to know who was in charge here.

    ‘Hello, Mr. Mayor. I’m Troy,’ one stud said.

    I offered him my hand to shake, but he took it and placed it on his crotch, which I willingly squeezed through his skintight underwear. I sighed with a smile, as he held my hand against his bulge, imagining how big and sexy he was down there. He smiled back at me, my mind somehow unwilling to remove my hand from his warm, bulging member, until planted a kiss on me.

    ‘Now, now, the Mayor is mine,’ Fire insisted with a smile, edging Troy away from me. ‘Tell Jean Marc that I’ll need my VIP Room set up for the Mayor.’

    Well, that was more like it! I liked VIP Rooms, and as mayor I was the biggest VIP here. I wondered what was in Fire’s VIP Room. I caught sight of the stage and watched as a muscular guy in black leather chaps began to dance and remove his clothing, exposing a big dick hidden inside tiny speedo underwear. Fire ushered me to the edge of the stage, and together we watched the dancer complete his set, at which time I was rock hard and finding my thoughts focusing solely on all of these hot guys. I knew I wasn’t myself, but I couldn’t resist the seductive male bodies around me, the all-encompassing male environment, or the rising feelings of desire for them.

    Fire left for his VIP room ahead of me, leaving me to sit beside Troy and another sexy dancer called Kenneth. I tried to force my thoughts back to straightness, to fight the urge to watch another guy dance and peel off his clothes, kneeling down before me and stroking his hot cock.

    ‘What’s…wrong with me?’ I asked no one in particular. ‘I’m not…gay! I’m…not!’

    ‘Oh, there’s still time,’ Kenneth assured me. ‘In the meantime, Mr. Mayor, check out Steele’s big hard cock! Imagine it inside you.’

    I knew what Fire was doing to me now – he was softening me up, breaking down all resistance so that I would become obsessed with cock, molding, manipulating, changing me into someone new that loved men. A part of me was ready to role over and surrender to these hot gay guys, but I was digging deep to find my old self and keep him straight. Then I noticed a couple guys making out a couple tables over, and was shocked to see that it was Oliver, my masseur, and a black dancer necking with obvious passion! But, I thought he was straight? How could Oliver–? And then I began to think that I really had been set up by Fire, and that he had intentionally took Oliver’s place. I tried to feel annoyed that I was set up, but…Fire had given me my first taste of cock, and for that…I was grateful. Kenneth turned my head to face the stage, murmuring into my ear seductively,

    ‘You can’t stop watching Steele and his big, hard cock, Mr. Mayor. Imagine how good it tastes, how it would feel in your mouth.’ It had the desired effect, and I was once again finding it hard to breathe normally, my mouth watering at the prospect.

    Kenneth soon got the okay from Jean Marc, and then he took me by the hand and led me to the back past several curtained off areas where I could hear men groaning and breathing heavy, the odor of manly sweat and spilled cum filling my senses. I knew this stuff was happening here! But…it didn’t bother me now. In fact, I desperately wanted to pull the curtains aside and watch the men within make out with each other.

    Past this area and through a doorway, Kenneth urged me to enter all the way into what looked like a bedroom set up in the back, the lighting within dim and romantic. Lying across a king-size bed, stark naked, his head propped up on one elbow as he lay on his side and fully erect, was Fire, oiled up from head to tow, a mischievous smile playing at his lips. My nose was overwhelmed by that fantastic masculine odor of his massage oil, and I found myself staggering towards him, almost like a zombie, the fragrance becoming stronger the closer I got to Fire.

    ‘Welcome to the VIP Room, Mr. Mayor. Take your clothes off, Cameron. Before was just foreplay. Now we get down to serious body contact. Take off your clothes…and make love to me, Cameron.’

    My mouth dropped at the prospect, but so did my pants, my shaking hands seemingly controlling themselves as I pulled off everything. mesmerized and willing, my cock achingly hard, as I climbed into bed with the enticing Fire. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to go through with this, joining another guy in his bed. We embraced one another, our arms wrapping tightly around each other, our lips locked once again into a passionate kiss like none I’d ever felt before. Our hands began to roam across each others back, arms, thighs and heads, my erection rubbing against his larger penis, its will enslaved by the superior cock pressed against it.

    I thought I would take the lead, but Fire soon rolled on top of me, enforcing his superiority over me, but I didn’t care – he was just so damn hot! My mouth latched onto his neck and I licked and sucked it, kissing him up to his ear lob, and across his shoulder, when I noticed the mirrored ceiling above us. I was able to watch myself make love to another guy, and it made me hotter and harder than I’d ever been before. Fire pressed his muscular chest into my mouth. His nipples were hard and I sucked them for all I was worth, licking them up and down, tasting the oil on his smooth, shaved chest. He straddled me, rested his palms across my chest and rubbed his cock against mine back and forth, driving my hard-on to new heights, my hands exploring every muscle and contour of his arms and shoulders.

    He turned around, his huge dick, hard and glistening above my head. He reached down to it, and pointed it at me mouth which willingly open wide, before sliding it in, feeding me his cock from above. He adjusted himself so that he was over my own dick, and the next thing I knew I was in a 69 position with the gorgeous male dancer, my only wish to service his magnificent, superior cock. He pumped my face from above, the musky scent of his oils and balls my only focus as I did my best to return his sucking. His hips thrust down towards me again and again like a pro, stretching my mouth wide as I was forced to swallow more and more of his eight inch cock. Again, I thought about Debra, and the irony of it all, as my mouth became the plaything of Fire, my body little more than an instrument to give this man pleasure. I could feel my mind becoming re-wired, as it were, with thoughts of naked men, their enormous erections, their tight asses, and their muscular physiques the only things that I desired and could find sexual enjoyment in. I began to forget how much I liked being inside a pussy, and was overwhelmed by mad lust to feel Fire’s cock inside my ass. Debra’s jaw used to ache from too much sucking, and soon I would have firsthand experience of that, too, since Fire was bigger and thicker than I was.

    My hands roamed everywhere along his beautiful body, feeling his muscles in his thighs, arms, back, his thick pounding cock, even as his mouth made slurping and gulping sounds as he made love to my dick. He had me under his spell, and all I could think about was that I never wanted this to end, and when it did, that we could do this again and again. Oh, man, he was turning me into his lover and I…I approved of it! His hands squeezed my inner thigh and played with my balls, until he started fingering my sphincter. I began to jerk and writhe from the new sensations, having never had anyone ever touch me down there, and was praying that he wouldn’t stop doing what he was doing.

    A couple minutes later I was coming and he was sucking it out like a human vacuum, drawing out every drop of juice I could orgasm, his strong hand stroking my dick furiously. I was barely able to gain my breath when I felt Fire tense and then moan loudly from his rushing orgasm, and then I received my first mouthful of hot cum, his beautiful cock forcing me to swallow every bit of it as he pumped my face from above, faster and faster. I swallowed furiously, my only wish to suck and swallow every drop of him as he had sucked me off. He writhed and groaned, his movements like a wild bronco above me, his entire body exuding masculine power over me, even as wave after wave of warmth flowed through me as he changed me.

    He slowly pulled out from me, and adjusted his position so that we were face to face again. We lie in each other’s arms, give me a taste of my own cum as he locked me within a seductive kiss, our tongues rolling around one another, our lips slippery and caressing the other. I felt delirious with joy, overcome with desire, lust, and absolute adoration for this man, something I never knew I was capable of. He had completely seduced and converted me to his side.

    ‘That was…fantastic!’ I sighed, looking into his eyes. ‘You’re gorgeous, Fire! You’re the most beautiful man on Earth!’

    I sensed that I was ready to ramble off compliment after compliment, my heart and mind bursting with love and complete subservience to my new master. How could I have ever hesitated meeting up with him in the massage room? How could I have ever felt uncomfortable about male hands rubbing me? Men were fantastic! Gay men were wonderful! And now I would be able to experience the joy or cocksucking as Debra had all this time.

    ‘So, tell me, Cameron; what are you going to do about the Red Room?’ he prompted.

    I fell in love with him right there and then, his smile capturing my heart completely. ‘It stays open! I’ll enforce laws to keep it open! You have nothing to worry about, Fire!’

    ‘And the gay pride parade?’

    ‘I’ll arrange two gay pride parades! One for you guys and one for the lesbians! Hell, I’ll arrange three parades if that’s what you want! Anything you want is yours, Fire! I’m yours, Fire!’

    ‘Sounds like you’re old life is over, Cameron. You can now begin your life as a gay man.’

    ‘I’m…gay,’ I said, coming to the realization that that was exactly how I felt! Debra, my wife…I had absolutely no interest in them sexually now.

    ‘That’s what I wanted to hear. Let me hear you say it again?’

    ‘I’m gay!’ I replied with a grin, the words somehow enforcing his mind control of me, that I was now willingly accepting.

    ‘Yes, you are, Cameron. You are completely gay now. How many women have you had sex with, by the way?’

    ‘Um…’ I did a quick calculation, but it was about as pleasant as remembering how times I made a mistake. ‘Including my wife, just four women.’

    Fire smiled that seductive smile again, reached over and touched a button on his bedside intercom. The door swung open and in came Kenneth…then Troy…then another and another. My eyes lit up at so much man meat around me, and my cock became hard again, my approval of their hot, sexy bodies enough to turn me on instantly.

    ‘Boys, the Mayor is one of us now. The Red Room is safe, and he now loves to suck cock. There’s just one thing we need to change. There’s a little statistic that I’d like to see altered. Seems our Mayor has made love to just four women in his life, and by my count we have a dozen sexy men working here tonight…’

    My dick was getting harder and harder, my mind racing faster and faster as the guys came closer, and moreso when a couple joined us on Fire’s huge bed.

    Fire continued, ‘…so I propose that by the time we’re through with Cameron tonight, he’ll have made love to twice as many men as he has women! I want you to show him what you’ve got, and don’t hold back. Cameron’s going to be the receiver of a good ol’fashioned gang bang…and he’s going to love it!’

    It was true! My heart was racing and my lust sent into overdrive as Troy and Kenneth climbed beside us, kissing me and sucking me off, before Kenneth and Fire took turns filling my mouth with their big cocks, my tongue making them wet and slippery, my taste buds driven wild by their meat. Two more guys joined in occasionally, before I was told to go on all fours on the bed, fed one cock after another, each stripper pumping my face for a minute before the next one took over. I sucked thick cocks, long cocks, ones with no pubic hair and others with trimmed hair, but they were all the same – my newly discovered love. They made me suck each of them, until they were lined up with their loads ready to shoot, at which point I tasted the cum of one stripper after another, my mind drunk with the desire to taste them all, to taste the next guy and the next.

    Fire lubed up my asshole and loosened it up with some finger play, eliciting gasps and moans of approval from me, my mouth usually too full to speak as I had a cock in it. Gradually, gently, Fire pressed his thick cock into my hole, gradually filling it with one inch, two inches, three inches of his gorgeous sex. I had men lined up in front of me, one cock after another to suck and service, and the most beautiful of all was pumping me from behind, creating new desires and acceptance of anal sex. With my ass and mouth filled with manhood, and the stripper called Kenneth positioned below me so he could suck me off at the same time, his tongue and mouth like a gift from gods, considering his obvious expertise.

    Fire had truly converted me, enslaved me to his gay will and turned me completely gay, making me the play thing of his homosexual friends, but I completely approved of my new role. He had made me fall madly and passionately in love with him, and I knew I could deny him, nor the gay community any wish. My night of passion continued on into the night, my mouth and ass soon filled with loads of creamy cum, and my heart filled with love and devotion to Fire and his gay strippers.

    The Red Room was safe, and I would see to it that city council would give it everything Fire and his friends desired.

    And if anybody had a problem with that, then I would take them aside and we’d pay a visit to the Red Room, where they could be enlightened by Fire as I was.

    I was actually hoping somebody would, because everyone deserved a taste of Fire!


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