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I moaned softly as the dark-haired man ran his tongue over my nipple and then over it again, chills running down my spine at the feel of the hard, round metal stud rubbing on my nipple. I was thinking hard, although having a hard time organizing my thoughts – Steve was his name, I thought.

I had met up with him in the bar downstairs. I don’t know what had drawn me here. I’d carried the card for the tattoo parlor with the handwritten address of the bar downstairs around with me for nearly a week before I’d come here. It was just general curiosity nagging at me. Once in the bar, when I saw him again, it was the stud in his tongue that won me over – that had me simply getting up from the bar stool and following him up the stairs at the back of the dark, smoke- and men-filled room. This was something I’d never done before. Still curious, I also felt the danger and arousal of it.

* * * *

It had been a busy Saturday afternoon at the airport when I first saw him – busy enough that he was mostly a blur in my memory other than that nagging curiosity he surfaced at the back of my mind. I was working security, and Fred Stringfellow, Wanda Miller, and I were on the metal-detection wands. If someone set the tunnel machine off, they were handed off to us and we’d run the wand over the passenger and make sure they weren’t packing anything we didn’t want on a plane.

This young, dark-complexioned guy wearing a sports jacket over a clean, white polo shirt and well-pressed khakis, his head covered with a reversed baseball cap, set the tunnel machine off like the 4th of July fireworks on the Hudson, and Fred and I took him aside.

‘Sorry,’ I said as I waved the wand down his chest to his thighs and heard the counter go off like a swarm of angry locusts. ‘I’m afraid you’ll have to go over to that booth over there, we’ll have to check this out more closely.’

‘No problem,’ he said to me, with a big smile. ‘I’d be happy to go into the booth with you and show you what I got,’ he said.

I let that slide, although I reddened up a bit. I was sure he couldn’t tell just like that that I liked men – although he looked like a great specimen of one. The passengers were usually too nervous to wisecrack like that. This was one cool customer.

Fred cut in at that point. I don’t think he heard what the guy had said – but another man had set off the tunnel machine and one of us had to see to that. ‘I’ll take this guy,’ Fred said. ‘You can get that one.’

When Fred and the passenger came out of the booth, the passenger was still smiling a secret smile, but Fred looked a little flustered.

The guy went on to the bin at the end of the bag security belt, and I saw him take out his wallet and a pen and scribble something on a card. And then he was at my elbow, smiling, and he handed me the card.

‘If you want to know what the other guy found out, go to this bar,’ he said. ‘I’ve written the address on the back of this card. I would have rather shown you than him. You’re hot. I’ll be back in town on Tuesday.’ And then he laughed and walked off.

And we were so busy afterward that I forgot to say anything to Fred about it. But the card burned a hole in my pocket for the rest of the week, and the more I felt it when I put my hand in my pocket, the more curious I became. Fred had gone off on vacation after that work shift, so I couldn’t ask him. The address was in a part of town I’d never been to. And I meant to go down there one of these nights anyway. I’d heard it was a good area to cruise in, although I hadn’t done a whole lot of that. And it came Friday night and I was bored and didn’t have anything better to do.

* * * *

It was the first thing I noticed about him when he moved into the stool next to me at the bar. His self-assurance. He stubbed a cigarette out in an ashtray in front of me before ordering a beer over his shoulder from the barkeep and then turned sideways toward me. One hand went to the back of my barstool, the heel of his hand warm against my tailbone. The forearm of his other arm laid across the rim of the bar between me and my drink, and he was leaning in toward me.

‘I see you kept the card. Haven’t seen you in here before,’ he said to me. It was the guy from the airport who had given me the card with the address of this bar on the back. He opened his mouth in a friendly smile. It was a nice smile. He was a leather kind of guy, but he didn’t look too rough. He had a full head of dark hair with a tendril of curl hanging down over what appeared, in this light, to be a violet eye. The lustrously dark hair was mostly on one side; the other side was cut short in a buzz cut and when he turned his head I could see that he had two initials, a capital B and D, shaved into the side of his head. I hadn’t seen this at the airport, but he’d had it covered with a baseball cap there.

‘Haven’t been in here before,’ I said.

‘Lookin’ for some action?’ he asked. I let my gaze float down from his well-tanned face to take in how he filled out the cut-off athletic T he was wearing – which was quite well. He swelled and bulged where he should if he was spending quality time working his body, and he V’d down to a trim waist with armor-plate-like abs. There was a metal ring in the navel I saw peeking out below the hem of the cut-off T.

‘Yeah, maybe,’ I answered. ‘But maybe just curious. I’d wanted to check out this part of town. This looked like a good bar.’

‘It’s a good place. A good place to get your itch scratched.’

As he talked, I could see that something was going on with his mouth. A flash of a reflection off something. And then when he brought his beer around to take a swig, I saw that it was a gold bead he had pierced in his tongue. I noticed then that he had small rings pierced elsewhere on his face too – an eyebrow ring and then two in one earlobe – in all three cases, it was on the side where he had the buzz cut. It almost seemed like he was two people. A punker on one side and the captain of the college football team on the other.

‘You’ve got a pierced tongue,’ I said, almost involuntarily, an observation I half thought I’d made in silence to myself, but he laughed and followed up on that, so I must have said it out loud.

‘Yep. That defines me. It’s what I do. It’s sexy. I believe it’s what every man secretly wants – what every man should have.’

‘I didn’t notice those . . . the tongue and the ears . . . at the airport.’

‘Ah, so you do remember me,’ he said with a little laugh. His smile conveyed that he’d scored a point. It really was his invitation that had brought me here. ‘I take them out when I fly. Having hardware like that is a sure invitation to security scrutiny. As it was I didn’t strip down enough.’

I was going to say something to that, but wasn’t quick enough in deciding what to say, and he went on. ‘Your mug is dry. Can I buy you a beer?’

‘Yes, I guess so,’ I said.

That must have been some sort of code, some sort of signal in this bar, because he smiled, and when the barkeep delivered the beer, the guy moved his hand up under the hem of my T-shirt and palmed my lower back. His hand was warm to the touch, and I felt myself getting into the mood.

‘Those must hurt, though. I can’t imagine eating with a stud like that.’

‘What, can’t imagine being eaten with a stud like that?’ he asked in mock horror. And when I reddened up, he said, ‘That can be easily fixed. And no one has ever said it hurt. Everyone’s liked it . . . a lot.’

I covered the embarrassment of the moment by taking a deep drink of beer.

‘My name is Steve,’ he said.

‘Oh, I thought it was something like Billy or Butch,’ I said, coming up for air from my beer.

He turned the punk side of his head toward me and said, ‘Oh this? These ain’t my initials. These define me too. Know what they stand for?’

‘No,’ I said, with a smile. ‘Tell me.’

‘Well I’ll give you a hint. The <i>B</i> is for big. I could show you what the <i>D</i> stood for.’

I laughed but changed the subject. ‘You said the piercings defined you. What does that mean? And how many do you have.’

I took another big swig of my beer as he sat there and smiled at me with some sort of secret smile like maybe I’d bitten on exactly what he wanted me to ask. He ran the tip of his tongue out of his mouth and moved it around on his lips. I couldn’t help but watch it move, and he knew that was what I was watching.

‘Thirteen. Lucky thirteen. That’s how many piercings I got now. And it’s what I do. Mainly I do tattoos at the parlor just down the street. You probably passed it on your way in. But I do piercings there too. In the back room.’

‘Thirteen. I can’t imagine where you’d put thirteen – and no tattoos.’

‘A tat or two, yes, but not where most would notice. Just some close friends. You could be a close friend, though.’

He stood up from his stool then and came in close beside me. The hand that had been on the small of my back moved slowly but quite noticeably around my side, under my shirt until he was completely embracing me with his arm and his palm was on my lower belly. The tips of his three longest fingers were pushing into the upper reaches of my bush.

‘Here’s another one,’ he said as he ran his free hand down to his navel. The thumb of his other hand was thrumming my own navel gently – and my dick was definitely starting to take more notice.

‘That other security guy at the airport didn’t tell you about the other ones?’ he asked in a low voice. ‘Didn’t tell you whatall hardware was setting your machines off?’

‘No. I didn’t talk to Fred about it after that,’ I said. ‘We’re trained not to talk about the passengers that way.’

‘And yet you came anyway? I feel honored. Hey, it looks like you could use another beer. OK?’

‘OK,’ I answered. I was breathing a little heavy, though, because of the hand on my belly, which was pushing a little lower. I moved my own hand down to cover it – I thought to let him know that this was far enough. But he took it as recognition that he had his hand there. And that it was OK with me. He moved a finger on each side of the root of my cock, and he’d somehow moved a thick ring he had on one of the fingers down near the tip and jammed it on top of my cock where it rooted, rubbing it on the vein there, which was hardening me right up. I started to tremble, which wasn’t lost on Steve.

I looked around the room in panic, thinking we were on exhibition. But all the other guys there were pretty well paired off – and some of them were in more intimate poses than we were.

‘Another beer here, Tony,’ Steve was calling out in a horse voice. ‘A special, please.’

The barkeep came over and set another mug of beer down. And as he winked at me, he also flipped out two condom packets on the bar top. So much for wondering what a special was.

Steve leaned into me and moved his mouth to the side of my neck, and I felt the golden tongue bead move along the jugular vein there.

I moaned quietly and shuddered.

His lips went to my ear. ‘I have a room upstairs. I want you to count all thirteen piercings. And then I want to fuck you.’

‘Uh, no, I don’t . . .’

‘It’s what you came for.’

* * * *

He had me arched over the double bed, his arms encasing my waist, the stud in his tongue rubbing over my nipples, first one and then the other as I moaned softly, my fingers laced in the hair at the back of his head. He ran his tongue up onto my neck and took my mouth in his, rubbing his tongue stud across my tongue. One piercing.

He released my lips and I moved mine up his face and kissed his eyebrow. Piercing Two.

He held me in place with one hand while he unzipped first my jeans and then his with the other and pushed our jeans and briefs to the floor. Meanwhile my lips went to his ear and played with the two small rings there. Piercings Three and four.

I moved my hands between our chests. One hand went to one of his nipples. Piercing five. And the other to the other nipple – piercing six – before descending to his navel. Piercing seven.

Steve leaned down more into me, arching me back onto the surface of the bed, until my shoulder blades rested on the surface and then he raised his chest from me. He was smiling down at me, his hands going to encase my cock and gently working it, making it engorge as I moaned and sighed under him.

I watched the muscles of his chest move with the motion of his arms as his hands worked me. I saw then that he did have tattoos. There was a small green lizard poking its head and the front of its body out from underneath his arm pit, the lizard curved up under the bulge of his breast. Another, smaller lizard was curved up toward that one from the other side of his body, coming up from the hollow above his groin and beside his lower belly.

I played with those with my fingers and watched his violet eyes with my needy, imploring ones while he smiled down at me and slowly masturbated my cock with his hands. Increasingly I wanted him. I wanted to know about the other six piercings, but I was heating up fast. He no longer was moving his hands as they encased my cock. He was just holding them, and I was moving my hips, sliding my cock in and out of his hands.

He moved his mouth and that golden tongue stud down to my nipples again and then slowly slid it down my sternum, stopping briefly at my navel, on its way into my bush, as I started to writhe under him more insistently, fucking his hands. He still wore the ring, and it was rubbing up and down, up and down, on the vein at the root on the top of my cock.

The tongue stud went onto my cock and began to play with it as his hands, the fingers slick with lube, went to cupping my buttocks, pulling them apart, and his lubed fingers working closer to the rim of my ass, until they were there – and then beyond there, invading me, teasing my hole open. And then more open, the fingers sinking deeper and beginning a slow, counter rhythm inside my hole.

The tongue stud was driving my cock crazy. It moved from root to glans and the stud was working my piss slit, working its way inside me there, slowly, gently fucking my piss slit.

I writhed and cried out and groaned and grunted and warned him I was coming – at which he just raised his head and smiled up at me and said ‘I know you are,’ and then went back to work – until I did.

Panting and moaning, in exhaustion, I lay on the bed, trying to regain my breath – never having come like that before. I looked down, and he was standing over me, grinning and holding a huge, hard cock in his hand. I gasped, not so much as the length and girth of it as at the thick metal ring piercing its cut head. Piercing eight.

I was going to be fucked with a thick metal ring. I shuddered and began to tremble.

‘This is what the BD was about,’ Steve said in a proud voice. I just moaned in acquiescence. He didn’t require confirmation.

‘Have you have been fucked with a cock ring before?’ he asked.

‘No,’ I replied in a low, gaspy voice.

‘And that’s not all. Here, feel this.’ He took my hand and brought it down to the underside of the cock that was standing straight out from his belly. Piercings nine, ten, eleven, and twelve. A line of thick metal beads ran down the length of his cock with the largest one right at his root.

‘This one,’ he said, holding my finger to the one at the root, ‘is going to make love to the rim of your asshole.’

I moaned, as he ran my fingers up and down the beads. ‘I’m told that each one can be felt separately as it slides inside you,’ he murmured. ‘Doesn’t that sound tasty?’

I moaned, already imagining the sensation. Afraid of it. Wanting it. Wanting it so badly.

But he wasn’t finished. He moved my hand lower, to his perineum, under the scrotum sack, where there was yet another ring piercing. Lucky piercing thirteen.

I trembled and entreated him to hurry as he stood over me and opened a condom packet and crowned his cock. And then I was pulling him to me and inside and thrusting with each of his thrusts, as he hunched over me and drove into me, thrusting deeper and deeper, and I cried out and writhed and felt each and every metal bead that followed along behind the gloriously rubbing thick cock ring. ‘Oh god, OH GOD, O-H GAWWWD!’

Before he came, but not until after I had done so again, he turned me on my belly and let the other side of my channel feel the full benefit of the beads, as my fists bunched the bedspread and my teeth bit into the sheets attempting – but not successfully – to stifle my screams of ecstasy. Never, ever, had I ever . . .

Later, his cock still deep inside me, he leaned over and opened a drawer in the nightstand and took out a pad of paper and a pen. ‘Here. Write down your cell phone number and address.’

‘I don’t think . . . it was a great fuck,’ I said, ‘. . . but I don’t think . . . again. I don’t . . .’

‘Write them down.’

I was scared, frightened of the effect of this taking of me. Never had I been so fully fucked before. The studs and beads were a nice novelty. But this wasn’t me. This wasn’t my world. I didn’t want to . . .

But I wrote my phone number and address down and then he was gone, leaving me, in emotional and physical tatters. Dominated and scared. And more fully fucked than I’d ever been before. Ashamed. Remembering how I had begged for it – how I had taken his cock and guided – no, literally stuffed – it inside myself. How under the feel of the cock stud and the beads, my hips had gone into a frenzy. This was just too much – too exotic, too far into fetish. I couldn’t . . .

* * * *

In a meeting, sitting at the back of the room, bored at the droning on about that week’s changes in security check procedures, I heard the quiet buzz. I’d forgotten to turn the cell phone off. I’d do so, but I might as well check the text message first.

<i>The stud revolving around your nipple, rubbing the tender flesh, sending signals to the very quick of you.</i>

I stifled a moan, reddened up and switched the phone off.

In the cafeteria, instinctively clicking on the phone when it buzzed. Another text message.

<i>Sliding the tongue stud down to your navel. Exploring. My hand going lower, possessing.</i>

I clicked it off and acted like nothing was happening. But I had to hold my glass with both hands, I was trembling so hard.

At home, in the evening, trying to read, the cell phone sitting next to me on the table. Trying not to look at the phone. Not wanting it to buzz. Knowing it would. Wondering why it hadn’t. Then it did. His voice this time.

‘Are you home?’

‘Yes.’ A faltering reply.

‘Alone?’

‘Yes.’

‘Are you wearing a ring?’

‘Yes.’

‘Unzip your pants. Take your cock out. Run the underside of the ring on your finger up and down the top of it, along the vein.’

At each instruction, there was a pause. And without thinking or resisting, I responded to the command in his voice.

‘I hear you breathing harder. You have done it, yes?’

‘Yes.’ Almost a whimper.

‘Go to the door. You’ll find a package outside. Bring it in. Go to your bedroom, strip, and lay on the bed and open the package.’

‘Steve . . .’

‘Are you going to the door?’

A pause. And then, in a low, tortured voice. ‘Yes.’

‘Are you there, on the bed, now, naked?’

‘Yes.’

‘Open the package and do it. Do not hang up. I want to hear you come.’

The package contained a thick dildo with knobs on it and a small bottle of lube.

‘There, that was nice,’ he said when I was finished. ‘Now, come to me. We begin.’

‘Steve . . . I can’t . . . I . . .’

Using all of the strength inside me I switched the phone off.

It was raining, and dark, and I hadn’t ever driven in that section of town at night. I didn’t even know if I’d be able to find the tattoo shop that was advertised on the card he’d given me that first Saturday at the airport. My hands were trembling and were slick on the wheel of the car. I wanted to turn around and go home – to get rid of the cell phone. To get a new one. To move, even, because he knew where I lived.

I couldn’t do this. This wasn’t me. I didn’t want to be dominated this way.

I found the street. I could see the bar up ahead. It’s lights were on. That made sense; it was the height of the night there. But a business. It surely wouldn’t be . . . but there it was. The tattoo parlor had its lights on and an Open sign was blinking in the window.

He was standing behind the counter when I entered – smiling. A new piercing, one at a nostril. Piercing fourteen.

‘Come into the back room,’ he said, holding his hand out to me. With his other hand he lifted a stainless steel tray holding needles and forceps.

I whimpered, hardly managing to croak out, ‘Steve . . . I don’t want – ‘

‘Yes you do, you want. It’s what I do. Come with me. We begin.’

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When I worked for the railroad, my job was to off-load vehicles from the auto racks (railcars filled with new automobiles) brought into our fenced yard (the ramp). That was my day job. On weekend nights, I would patrol the ramp to watch all the automobiles parked there in waiting for distribution by trucks to all parts of the immediate area. Mine was a security function, paid for by the automobile companies to the railroad so that at least one human being would be on that lot 24 hours a day to guard their property. My weapon? A wireless radio. With this I communicated to the nearest dispatch tower any unusual activity or breach of the fence surrounding our ramp.

I was there 11pm to 7am Friday through Monday, at which time I’d begin my new week for the full-time day job. During this security watch I usually had little to do. The exception was when the railroad guys would bring the ‘spot’, which was a string of auto racks filled with brand new automobiles. Most nights, this would be done before I arrived, but sometimes they were late and I would help them set the racks up at the proper spacing, so the day guys like me could connect them with heavy steel plates to drive the cars off the racks, down the ramp and onto the lot.

A yard engine was used to bring the racks in to the ramp and set them up, then the crew chief would join me on the ground to communicate by radio to the engineer in the cab of the locomotive, telling him to shove or pull the racks, based on what I said, based on my measuring stick. It was wood, about four feet long, and because I carried it with me when setting the spot, I was called the stick man.

But not George. He called me Kenny. George was the crew chief on the late shift always assigned to bring in the spot if the previous crew hadn’t gotten around to it. He was a thick, burly man with meaty and hairy forearms. Laid back and easy-going, George always took time to talk to me about the happenings in the main yard and the company itself. For whatever reason, he always seemed to be down in the dumps and I never could figure out why. Whether he was unhappy with the job or something else I never knew, but I would always try to lighten his spirits best I could.

‘What’s going on tonight, George?’

‘Same ol’, same ol’, Kenny. Looks like the Frisco will soon be history.’

‘So the merger was approved?’

‘Yeah, right. Merger.’

Those were the days when bigger railroads were starting to take over the smaller ones. Although they were called mergers, they really were buyouts. The end result is what you see today – only four major railroads remain in the United States, not counting the few regionals that have sprung up.

We were fortunate to work for one of the big ones, but every time a merger took place, all the guys would get bumped down the seniority ladder from new guys coming in from the defunct railroad. Union rules dictated this.

‘So how far is that gonna set you back this time, George?’

‘Don’t know for sure, but probably about 20 men.’

‘Well, at least you know your pension is intact.’

He smiled a bit. ‘Yeah, that’s true, but it sure gets frustrating. Pisses my wife off every time this happens. She was expecting me to get a raise in two months, but I doubt if she’ll get it now.’

‘Is she givin’ you hell about it?’

’24 hours a day. Work my ass off and she’s never satisfied. Never enough.’

Poor guy. Domestic strife really turns me on, so I queried a little further. ‘Don’t you get any thank you’s or displays of affection?’ I tapped him on the bicep with a fist, flashing a mischievous grin.

‘Few and far between these days, Kenny.’

We were setting the last auto rack in place and I told him what we needed. ‘Give me about five here, George.’

He clicked his radio button. ‘Pull it five inches, Paddy.’

The locomotive engineer delicately pulled back, until George told him, ‘Good.’

That was it, the final rack was properly spaced.

‘Thanks, George. Guess I’ll see you boys some other…’

A voice on George’s radio interrupted me. It was the dispatcher from the tower in the main yard. ‘Engine 327.’

‘Come in.’

‘You fellas are gonna have to sit there for awhile. Two coal trains comin’ in are gonna block you.’

’10-4.’

It really broke my heart that they couldn’t leave the ramp. ‘So, now what do you guys do?’

‘Guess I’ll sit in the cab with Paddy and stare into space. He ain’t much of a talker.’

‘Ah, hell. Stay here, George. I’ll talk to you.’

He got on the radio. ‘I’m stayin’ on the ground for awhile, Paddy. It’s nice out here.’

George’s tragic situation had my blood pumping hard. Here was another married fella who seemed a bit neglected at home, an apple ripe for plucking.

I had him softened up mentally, now I had to fix the logistical problem. ‘Hey, lookee here. Did you see what’s in this rack?’

George put his forehead to the side panel and peeked in. ‘Looks like Caddy’s.’

‘Yep. Brand spankin’ new Cadillacs. Wanna check ’em out?’

‘Sure.’

I got the bolt cutters from my nearby company Jeep and broke the seal on the doors, which was part of my job anyway. Now I’m sure you’ve seen auto racks in trains when you’ve been waiting at a crossing. They’re completely enclosed by steel plates so tight that sometimes you can’t even tell whether there’s automobiles inside or not. Once I had the door open, I coaxed George to follow me. ‘C’mon. Let’s inspect the ones on the top level. There’s more room up there.’

This was true. Head space was limited on the bottom two floors, but on top you could almost stand upright. George followed me up the ladder, mimicking me when I reached the rung even with the third floor and swung my body inside the rack.

‘Look at those beauties, George. Fleetwoods.’

Even though Cadillac had trimmed the body sizes a bit in response to the onslaught of economical foreign cars, the Fleetwood was still a monster, four door luxury car. I walked down to the middle of the rack and picked out a pretty one. (They were all gorgeous – even in the dim light from the ramp streaking through narrow cracks of the railcar).

Opening the driver’s door, I prodded him to partake. ‘Try this one out. See what it feels like to sit in the driver’s seat of a mansion on wheels.’

George jumped in with the enthusiasm of a teenager, acting like he was up to some no good prank. As he settled into his seat, I slipped around the front bumper and took my place on the passenger’s side.

The smell of brand new leather permeated my nostrils, stirring my blood up even more. ‘Take a deep breath, George. It’s like heaven in here.’

He leaned back in the cushy seat and filled his lungs. That bulky chest puffed up so thick, I could see the tips of his nipples pushing out on the shirt fabric. ‘Man, that is one sweet smell.’

‘Kinda turns me on, George. Maybe if you bought your wife one of these, she’d be a little nicer to you.’

He sarcastically laughed. ‘Yeah. Maybe I’d just throw her in the back seat and fuck her brains out.’

I wasted no time. ‘Too bad your wife’s like that. It ain’t right that a fella can’t get his dick taken care of when he needs it.’

‘I just gotta jack it ’til she’s ready.’

‘The smell of this car makes me wanna jack mine right now.’

‘Well, shit. I got nothing else to do. I’ll just join you.’

Gee, that was easy. Within seconds, our jeans were unsnapped and unzipped with two puds wild and free. He didn’t seem overly curious as to why mine was already hard as could be, but kept his eye on me as he worked on his. He struggled to get started and I kind of felt sorry for him.

‘Need some help?’ There it was – I said it. He could either thump me on the head with whatever weapons were handy, bolt from the car in disgust, or be sensible and let me take over for him. He chose number three.

‘Sure. Have at it.’ He removed his hand and left its lifeless mass exposed.

I reached over with my right hand and grasped his meat. As I began to pump his cock in my fist, I strategically rubbed underneath the spongy mushroom head with my fingers. Then, I gave him instructions. ‘This car is all electric. Start up the motor.’

He turned the key and that 350 roared to life.

‘Now reach down to your left and lift the front button.’

He did as told and the seat back moved towards the back, taking his upper torso with it and giving me room to operate. I lowered my head and took him. Burying his fat meat into my warm, stimulating mouth, I worked my tongue onto the entire surface to get him revved up. He swelled, and within seconds that balloon of his was fully inflated. Like his torso, George’s cock was thick, bulky and strong. The length wasn’t anything to brag about, but the diameter more than made up for it.

His mighty sausage split my jaw open wide, as I made a gallant attempt to keep my teeth off of him. Being born to worship the male penis – any length, width, shape or whatever, I professionally managed to get my mouth positioned properly to lick, squeeze and slavishly praise this man’s tool.

George silently told me I was doing my job well, because he reached up to unbutton his shirt – ok, I’ll confess that I gave him the idea by unbuttoning the lower ones myself. Once he had all fasteners undone, he peeled both sides back and exposed his glorious chest and belly to me. Then he folded up his arms and placed them between the back of his head and the Fleetwood’s headrest.

Covered with medium thick brown fur, his pectoral muscles bulged with masculine strength, and parked in the middle of each, his glorious nipples were perfectly round and dark brown with tips rising majestically into the air. A wide, singular line of hair was the centerpiece of his stomach. This growth lightened as it approached his navel, while below the oval his manly fur spread in all directions, covering his belly and melding into his heavy brown sprouts of pubic hair.

His belly was a little rounded, probably from drinking beer to forget about his unfortunate home life. That’s not a put down. I thought it was adorable, so I pretended that I needed him for leverage and placed my left hand directly over his navel. Although it was rounded, the firm muscle underneath was evident against my palm, so I slowly moved my hand back and forth to cop a better feel and massage that beautiful beach-ball belly of his.

While my right hand slowly worked on me, my mouth savagely worked on him. I took his fat helmet to the back of my throat and held it there, ruthlessly crushing out his blood out while using the back of my tongue to scrape his corona.

The poor man moaned with ecstatic pleasure, then broke the silence some more. ‘Oh, man. That feels great. Yeah, suck on that big cock, faggot. Suck it good.’

Oops. That was something I didn’t want to hear. Now, I know beggars can’t be choosers, but I have never begged. Besides, I have a real problem with guys calling me names when I’m trying to make them feel good. I realize that sometimes it is merely a means for them to motivate themselves and I shouldn’t take it personally, but to me, if your cock is in my mouth, I’m the one in control and you should just shut the fuck up and enjoy it. If you wanna talk, then you should be the dominant partner of the action.

So, not wanting to hear this shit in this situation, I schemed for a scenario whereby he could be just that – the dominator. I drew back my lips and licked the head of his unit, then released it. ‘You aren’t close, are you?’

He was a little miffed. ‘Hell, no. You just started.’

‘You like to fuck, don’t you?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Leave it to me. I’m gonna take good care of you.’

All of a sudden, he was like a little kid once more. George enthusiastically followed my lead, as we exited the car and stripped down to our socks. After raising the driver’s seat back to an upright position, powering down the four windows and turning off the engine, I soon was sitting slouched down in the middle of the cushy and cavernous back seat, while George stood on the floor in front of me, bent at a 90 degree angle and steadying himself with both hands clamped into the leather seat back by the rear window.

Pointing to my mouth, I leaned forward and turned the festivities over to him. ‘Here you go, George. Fuck this.’

I took his excited penis inside me, moved my lips midway onto his pulsating shaft and waited. George brought his hips forward and rammed that meat into my throat. I opened up wide and let him in, holding my head steady and allowing him to be the aggressor.

Soon, his instincts took over and he fucked my mouth with gusto. Digging his fingers into the curve of the leather seat back, George ruthlessly drove his powerful pecker into the depths of my warm saliva pit, dominating me like the man he was meant to be. Now he could talk all he friggin’ wanted to.

‘God damn, you’re hot. Eat this, cock sucker. Ooh… mmmph. Feels so fuckin’ good.’

George was a pro, just like I figured he’d be. At first, I let him get his rhythm going, as he ruthlessly poked and swivelled his hips, ramming that thick cock into me from every angle, but once his groove was on, I put my talents to good use. I chomped down on his big strong cock. Bad ass George had the guts to drive his dick to the back of my throat with no problem, so I clamped shut my jaw when he got there, just to see if he had the guts to pull himself out of my trap. He did, but was tortured in doing so. My tongue and roof of mouth locked him in their vise, causing him to shudder, nearly causing him to collapse upon retraction.

That’s right, George. No more freebies, George, you half-man half-gorilla. I’m gonna torture you good from now on, because once I clamp onto a man’s cock there’s no escape until you give me what I want. Doesn’t matter if you’re coming or going, my mouth’s locked onto you for good. If you wanna shoot in my mouth, you’re gonna have to suffer for it, you fucking Neanderthal you.

My motivational was with thought, because I had a dick in my mouth. George said his aloud, once he knew what was happening to him. ‘Aw, Jesus… oh, god damn, that is tight…’ as he gallantly drove his plow through my defenses, all the way to the depths of my throat.

That’s right, George talked up a storm, but from then on most of his talking was done with animal sounds, grunts, groans, undefinable noises of pain and pleasure. Best of all, our battle made him sweat. Beads surfaced to glimmer in the shards of light poking through our metal-plated auto rack. Beads multiplied to layers of sweat, a slick lathering that matted the hairs of his chest, belly and arms. George worked his ass off, because I made him. I made him be what I wanted him to be, my dominating ape-man, my skull-fucking cave man, and once I had him worked up into a sweat-drenched frenzy, I got a feel of what I’d created. I reached up and put my hands to his chest. With George violently thrusting his torso to and fro, his slick-wet chest raced along the palms of my hands, saturating me with manly sweat.

It should have been enough for me. It would have been enough with most men who’ve fallen into my clutches, but something about George said, ‘punish me.’ His powerful fuck, his masculine muscle and fur, his dripping onto me sweat all combined to demand I heighten his pleasurable pain, and so I grabbed each of his tits between fingers and thumbs and held on for the ride. My arms were free to move in unison with his to and fro chest, while I lightly pinched and twisted those gorilla-like nipples, and George grunted just like a silverback with short, deep, guttural tones each time he drove his cock towards me.

‘Uh… ah… mmph… argh.’

As his thrusts and grunts increased pace and intensity, I let go his tits and slid off the seat. Kneeling on the floor between his massive thighs, I forced George to poke a hole through the back of my neck. No room for him to retract now, his thrusts were short, deep and quick, and they came from every angle. His sweat-soaked belly slammed against my forehead. His dangling, sperm-filled nuts bounced against my chin, until I grabbed hold of them. That’s right. I twisted his monkey nuts while he fired his load directly down my hatch.

George didn’t make any more animal sounds. He cried out like a man who’d lost everything dear to him. He drove that fat cock completely through my skull, but this time did not resist my clamping vise. He stayed right there and I held him tight, as his tasty sperm rocketed into me like bullets, and once I knew I had him, I took over.

My lips mercilessly pressed into his wet pubes, and then withdrew. My tongue scraped the shit out of his pecker’s underside all the way to his pulsating mushroom head. I crushed his contracting peter between my roof of mouth and wet-sandpapered tongue, violently fucking myself with the same dominating power he had used to do it himself. And in my fingers, his tortured nuts were twisted and pinched, as they desperately released their bounty. George twitched. He spasmed. He nearly collapsed atop me, but I gave him no mercy. I sucked on him like I was scraping dry paint. I crushed his fat cock until it was nothing more than a toothpick.

Skull-fuck me, will ya? Fine, mister, but I ain’t letting you go until I’m finished. I don’t care if you friggin’ pass out on me… I’m taking it all. You hear me? Give me everything you got, you fucking super-charged he-man fuck machine.

That’s what I told myself. That’s what I did. George held on, his grunts downgraded to whimpers, and I do believe that if not for the Fleetwood’s seat back holding him up, he may very well have collapsed to crush me beneath his massive, rock solid body. My finishing of him came about with no forethought, just a natural reaction to a natural male animal, my railroadin’ man, George.

So, his healthy tool was orally squeezed, licked dry, and mercifully released. In his taxing performance, poor George had created a bit of a problem for both of us. His sweat, streaming from his pores like an untamed river, had and still were dotting the brand new leather of a rather expensive car for which we both were responsible. Funny that this struck fear into me more than if we’d been caught with George’s dick fucking my mouth. ‘C’mon, George. Let’s get out of here.’

We piled out of the back seat and quickly dressed. ‘What are we gonna do about that mess?’ he wanted to know.

‘Don’t worry. I got something that’ll clean it, but I better hurry before it dries up on me.’ This was said to alleviate him from guilt. After all, I was the one who’d chosen this wheeled castle for our scene of activity.

With that said, George seemed pretty well satisfied with what had just happened to him. ‘God damn, that was good stuff.’

‘Just think, George, now you can say you’ve fucked someone in the back of a Cadillac.’

‘Yeah. That was tighter than any pussy I can remember.’ He looked at the car, still concerned. ‘You think anyone’ll find out?’

I knew what he was getting at. He wanted to know that if the damage was unfixable and if someone asked the night watchman about it, how many out of two men were planning to take the heat.

‘Everything will be fine, George. I’ll inspect it and fix ‘er up. I got nothing else to do all night. And if I can’t. I’m the only one who has access to these auto racks. Right?’

‘Thanks Kenny.’ The good-natured fist I’d given to him earlier was now given by him to me. ‘I better get back to the cab. Paddy’s probably jackin’ his meat by now.’

We both headed down the ladder and I bid him farewell, ‘See ya next time, George.’

While engine 327 sat on the ramp at the far end of my auto racks, I spent the next hour or so getting the Fleetwood back to new, using leather treatment I kept in my car, which just happened to be an older Cadillac, a two door coupe with the 425 engine from the late 1970’s.

I never did anything overly exciting in the back of my Caddy, but I sure have a nostalgic fondness for big ol’ Fleetwoods. That leather treatment worked like a charm. Not a trace of George’s manly sweat remained in the Fleetwood, but it permeated my nostrils for many hours to come.

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I was finally in my senior year in High School, on the baseball team, I worked out a lot, and was in great shape physically, Oh yeah, my name is Kyle.

I was good looking and well built enough but there was something missing in my life, and the cause of it was I wasn’t attracted to females, and actually I liked guys, I liked guys a lot, now you must realize I am not a ‘nellie’ or a ‘Fem’ in any sense of the word.

Actually I don’t like ‘sissies’, or flames,’ never have, never will.

Truth is if I had a good solid hardon, a femish or Flamish guy would make it wilt in a heartbeat, I just figured if I wanted a female, thats what I would get, I prefer a robust, masculine, well built guy the more manly, and masculine the better.

All of my younger life as I grew up there was this one guy I knew, but he was my Older Brother, Benjamin’s best friend, his name was Allen Borgschulte.

Allen was just about the most awesome guy that I have ever know, I have seen him with his shirt off and personally I would get weak in the knees, his chest was so muscular and defined, so very thickly muscled, his stomach muscles looked like they should be featured in Mr. Olympia magazine, he was just awesomely built.

Benjamin and Allen had played football, first string A team, all thru high school, and I had the honor of watching Allen strip to go to bed since he had come over to spend the night with Benjamin. His body was awesome and that bulge and that ass in those tight white briefs, fucking hot.

The reason was Benjamin and I shared a bedroom, and I can’t tell you the number of times I laid o in my bed and listened to my brothers vocals as he jerked off after the lights went out, just the sound would get me harder than flint and I would end up doing the same thing, funny, I could tell when he shot his load from the way he sounded and grunted.

I am pretty sure Ben knew I was doing it too, and then there was that one night, after he came home from a game and crawled into bed, I thought Benjamin was asleep, I snuck over and raised the covers and began to play with his soft cock, it felt so thick, I was about sixteen then and I knew I loved the feel of cock, but I was playing with his quickly swelling cock, I fished it out of the fly opening in his briefs and began to lightly play with the cock head, and rubbing my fingers around the bell part of his hard as glass cock head.

I wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke it gently and I heard Ben’s voice begin to moan a little, I jumped up and ran to the other side of the room where my bed was and Ben whispered, ‘hey man that was feeling fucking awesome, come back and finish what you started.’

‘You were enjoying it?’ I asked, ‘Hell yeah man! I loved how it felt.’ he said.

so I walked back over and layed beside my brother and I crawled up on his bed with him and he slid his briefs down to his ankles and I preceeded to play with his thick hairy nuts and stroke his cock, bringing him to a huge thick creamy climax, I felt his body as he tightened up, he crossed his legs and squeezed them tightly together, and then he just started jerking, ‘OH shit, Oh shit, awe fuck.’ he said as he shot his load, and then he just laid there, with cum all over his upper body, and my on my hand, and for some reason I wanted to taste it and see what it tasted like.

I licked it off my fingers and that wasn’t enough I began to lick the cum off my brother’s body, he just lay there surprised, and watched me as I licked all the cum off his body and swallowed it, and then said,’Holy Fuck

Kyle, you really like that shit don’t you? Wow man, that was the most powerful cum I ever had.’ ‘Man Kyle, you can do that anytime you want.’

I felt so proud to make my older brother, my hero so happy and make him feel so good. I just said. ‘Sure man, anytime.’

Well I must say that started something and I began not only jerking my brother off, but I began sucking him off and swallowing Benjamins cum too, he liked that even better, he would come home from a game and yank his briefs down and I would automatically go to his bed, and chow down on his thick, cut, veiny, eight inch cock, I loved it.

I would lay there and finger his asshole and play with Benjamin’s hairy nuts and sometime I even ate his asshole out, it was phenomenal to feel his body as he would get close to cumming and Then to feel his thick cock against my tongue as it began that pumping sensation as it spurted and belched out a thick load of awesome tasting cum into my throat, it was about my favorite thing.

But time moved along, and Benjamin Graduated from High School, and joined the Marines, the last time I got to suck his cock was when he came home for Christmas leave. It was like he couldn’t wait for me to take his cock into my throat, but truthfully I would do anything for Benjamin.

Well it was Last Summer, about July, I was setting at home and I had noticed that My brothers best buddy, Allen had started comeing around,visiting me, I guess he was missing Benjamin, I was sorta filling in for Benjamin I guess.

Allen was attending the local Community College and wanted to get that out of the way before joining the military. I was enjoying his coming over a lot, sorta gave me another brother, character to fill in for Benjamin.

Well things started getting hot for me in the sexual area, at least concerning Allen, I would remember that hot sexy, body and that full crotch package and I would get these stronge sexual urges for him, I wanted to eat him alive if it would have been possible.

I even had him come over and spend the night one night, Mom said it would be o.k. and that her and Dad was going away for the weekend and she had always liked Allen anyway, and it was fine with her and Dad for him to come over and spend the weekend.

Allen got there about three that Friday afternoon, and Mom and Dad left about four, they were driving and wouldn’t be back untill late Sunday evening.

I had just finished up with some things in the garage and was just wearing a pair of cutoff Levi’s, bent over and the lower part of my ass was almost hanging out, I knew they were sorta sexy and provocative, when I Heard this voice, ‘Damn Kyle, you have one very sexy ass, You know that?’

I raised up and there stood Allen, smiling at my backside. I felt almost embarassed.

‘WHAT?’ I said, doubting what I had heard.

‘I said, you have one hot, sexy looking ass Kyle.’

‘I thought that was what you said, Do you go around telling that to all the guys you see bent over?’ I said with a twinkle in my eye.

‘No just asses that I wouldn’t mind tapping.’

I was in a state of shock, here stood ,Mr. High School stud, A guy that had more females after him Than any other guy in the world, making statements about my ass, I was speachless.

I just stood there and looked at him not knowing what to say.

‘Oh come on Kyle, Benjamin told me that you like to suck cock and getting fucked in the ass just sorta goes with it, am I right?’

‘My Brother told you I did such things?’ I asked.

‘Hey man, I’m not making fun of you, I was hoping maybe, you might like to get it on with me while I’m here, alright? Jesus, man, I need to get off badly, and I love to fuck a nice tight ass. Yours is truely awesome looking man.’

‘Your making fun of me arn’t you? You found out that Im gay didn’t you?’

‘Well Kyle, does this feel like I’m kidding?’

Allen walked over to me as I stood there like a Zombie, and reached over and took my shoulders and pulled my body against his and then puts his hot, wet lips against mine and slid his sexy tongue into my mouth, ‘Now would I do that with you if I was poking fun?’ he said.

‘UGNH UNAH!’ I grunted in a state of total shock.

We went in the kitched and there as he leaned against the kitchen counter, I began to kiss him full mouth, deep tongue and passionately and we began to grope and rub, then rub and grope, stroking each others cocks and crotches, and rubbing under each others shirt, playing with the nipples, and by he time we had been groping each otherfor a few minutes, I had a full blown boner that was about to break, it was folded over inside my cutoffs, fuck man it was aching by now.

I undid my cutoffs and dropped them to the floor to relieve the pressure.

I told him to let me do the work, I undid his trousers and they fell to the floor, and I saw a cock that would have made a porn star jealous, Dam it was so friggen thick, and long, he was uncut too, I was shocked at that, but I wanted to make it with Allen and I engulfed it to the balls as he arched his hips forward and took my head into his hands and began to face fuck me.

I loved his body odor and crotch aroma, sorta like deodorant soap, mixed with a light sweat aroma, it was totally intoxicating, and I was in a sexual Twilight zone, more now than I had ever been.

I was totally insatiable as I worked that beautiful uncovered redish blueish cock head and it was tasting so fantastic, I could taste this sweet, salty, clear pre-cum flowing out of the end as I worked his cock head over. and ever so often taking his cock to the balls, making him moan.

I had sucked him off a while and he said, ‘Shit man, stop Kyle, I don’t want to cum yet, lets go to bed, I want that ass.’

We went up to the bedroom and both got totally naked, I remembered how I had felt as I watched Allen get naked, his cock was awesome standing straght out that beautiful bluish red cock head would uncovered and exposed, and his ass was so awesome, shapely and slightly hairy.

I got into the bed and began sucking his cock again, then I raised his ass up and began licking and tongue fucking this gorgeous ass, it was phenomenal, I love his taste and flavor. I would have eaten his shit I liked him that much.

After I had taken him to a state of Euphoria, he as gasping, grunting, moaning and almost like a drunk I raised up and had him mount me and fuck me like a madman.

This guy knew how to fuck too, Allen had me folded over, on my back with my knees up to my shoulders, My asshole was extremely filled and Allen was slamming that huge cock to the balls with every thrust, and I was in heaven, my cock was about to explode from his cock rubbing my prostate gland as he fucked me senseless.

The sensations were going thru me like electricity, and I was watching his face as sweat rained down on my face, as he was driving his thick cock to the hilt inside my intestines, fuck it was the most fantatic fuck of my life, and even though I felt like my asshole would have to be repaired when we were finished, from the assult on my insides, I was in heaven, and I was being held like I was being loved, His arms were wrapped around my upper body, and I felt his body began to go rigid, and it tightened up and his breathing become faster and more laboured, and I felt his cock as it tightened up and got very hard like a steel pipe, then his body started jerking as he filled my insides with his nectar and love. I didn’t want him to disconnect and we just layed there connected, and I stroked my cock a few times and blew a load all over both of us.

When his cock finally softened and flopped out I felt so empty and lost, but I knew before this weekend sleepover was done, I would feel this again, and yep I sure the fuck did.

I can honestly say I feel like I’m in Love with Allen, and as of right now, I think he’s in love with me! or at least with my ass and cocksucking abilities, either way I love it.

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Chapter 1: Stay Cool Fool

‘Kyle, do you want to go hunting with me and my family?’ Jason asked.

I looked over at him as if he was crazy. ‘Why would I want to do that?’ I replied bluntly.

‘Because I wanted my family to meet you. My dad suggested that you go hunting with us this weekend. If they knew that you didn’t want to go they’d think you didn’t want to meet them.’

‘Who’s all going to be there?’

‘My dad and two brothers.’

I looked at Jason’s expression and he looked like he really want me to agree. ‘Well, I can’t go hunting any ways, I support P.E.T.A. I mean I’m a vegetarian for fuck’s sake.’ I guess I was getting a bit defensive, but I have morals.

‘We’re not planning on making winter coats out of them. We’re just hunting them.’ Could he be anymore daft?

‘Do you even know what P.E.T.A. is about?’ I asked with a smirk.

‘Yeah, they throw red paint on people’s fur coats and they don’t like when animals get made into clothing.’

I shook my head, how misinformed can he be? ‘That’s not all. They want people to treat animals humanely.’

‘So they want people to treat animals like humans?’ He’s so cute when he’s confused.

‘No, they just don’t want people to torture or kill animals. Do you know what P.E.T.A. stands for?’

‘I know you’re going to tell me.’ Jason said with a sigh of defeat.

‘It stands for People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals.’ I said proudly.

‘Then shouldn’t it be P.F.T.E.T.O.A?’ Jason inquired whilst looking baffled.

I growled frustrated, ‘Well it’s not.’

Jason looked at me and asked, ‘So are you going to go hunting with us?’

I looked over at him and he was giving me puppy dog eyes, he was practically begging me with his eyes. He walked over to me, held my face in his hands and said ‘Please babe.’

I took one look into his deep blue eyes and I just melted. I think he say that my guard was down and he took that opportunity to kiss me softly on the lips.

Oh, maybe you’re a bit confused. I failed to mention that Jason is my boyfriend. He’s my secret boyfriend, so in public we’re just friends. Right now we’re in my room with the door closed and locked. We would never be this affectionate in public. But I digress. So about the whole situation. I’m still anti- hunting but at this point Jason could persuade just about anything. And after all I won’t be hunting the animals I’ll just be accompanying Jason and his family on the trip. There’s nothing wrong with that.

‘Fine I’ll go , but I have some conditions.’ I said sternly as I took his hands from off my face.

‘Of course, fire away.’ He said enthusiastically.

‘I’m not killing anything and I don’t want to see the animal that you kill. Got it?’ I said whilst wagging my finger in his face.

‘Well, my dad might try to show you the animal. After all he’s always proud of what he hunts.’

‘Well then I will kindly decline from seeing the dead animal thank you very much.’ I replied haughtily.

‘Fine but please don’t be snobby to my family, they’re a bit more…simple than you.’ Jason said sincerely.

‘Uh, I’m not a snob!’ I exclaimed then swatted his arm.

He laughed and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. ‘Of course you aren’t.’

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Now it’s early on Saturday morning and I’m siiting in the back of Jason’s dad’s SUV next to Jason. I still can’t believe that I agreed to go on this ‘trip’. I’m sitting here in my pseudo hunting attire while Jason, his brothers and his dad all have these sort of camoflauge outfits that will help them blend in with trees and sticks and things. Then it just dawned on me that I didn’t even know what they were going to be hunting.

I leaned over to Jason and whispered, ‘Hey Jase, I forgot to ask what are you guys going to hunt?’

He looked down at me and said simply, ‘Deer.’

I tensed a bit when I heard this. I knew they’d be hunting something but I didn’t think it would be that big. Also it’s a deer, all I could think of was the seen in Bambi when his mother gets killed by the hunter. I think that was the saddest moment in movie history. Okay maybe I’m exaggerrating but still I started to panic all the less. I don’t think I can endure seeing Bambi mom strapped to the roof of the car.

I looker over at Jason with fear written all over my face and he could see that.’Kyle what’s wrong?’

‘I don’t think I can do this. I can’t handle seeing a dead deer.’ I screeched out.

‘What’s that now son?’ Jason’s dad interjected, ‘Have you never gone hunting before Kyle?’

‘No sir, I didn’t really want to say anything, but I’m not a fan of hunting.’

‘How do you know if you’ve never tried?’ Mr.Perth asked jovially.

‘I don’t like the whole concept of animals being killed for any reason be it food or recreation.’ I said snappily.

Jason elbowed me in the side. I looked over at him and he was glaring at me. I gave him a ‘what’ look. ‘ He asked.’ I whispered harshly to Jason.

Then I looked up caught the stares of Jason two brothers. Tim was sitting in the front seat looking back at me and Matt was sitting to my left and they were both looking at me strangely. I felt very uncomfortable to say the least.

I think Jason saw the looks they were giving me. ‘What are you guys looking at?’ Jason asked sharply.

That seemed to shock them out of their staring. ‘Well Kyle I didn’t know you had such strong feelings towards hunting. Why did you agree to come?’ Mr.Perth inquired.

‘Well I got to say I was heavily persuaded by Jason. I don’t want to be rude but I rather not be a part of the killing on this hunting trip.’ I replied politely.

‘I still don’t get the reason why you came.’ Matt said snarkily.

I turned to look at Matt, ‘I came because your brother thought that if I declined the offer to go hunting then you guys would be insulted. I’m sorry I’m such an inconvience.’ I replied defiantly.

‘No Kyle you’re not an inconvience. Matt didn’t mean it like that. Matt apologize to Jason’s friend.’ Mr.Perth commanded.

‘I’m…sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.’ Matt said hesitantly.

‘It’s fine I tend to over dramatize any ways.’

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We’d been sitting there for a while out in the wilderness in the brisk fall weather, just waiting. I bet I looked so out of place for a couple of reasons. First beacause of my non camoflauge clothes. Then also my overall appearance, I’m a small Korean boy who doesn’t really fit in with Jason and his brothers whom are all big strapping guys looking every bit the ‘All American’ type. I bet you didn’t picture that, me as a thin Korean boy. Maybe it threw you off by the fact that my name is Kyle but that’s my english name. My real first name is Bae. Most Korean Americans have an english name which they go by. Don’t get me wrong my family’s not a very traditional Korean family. Like we’re not constantly speaking Korean, but do keep some tradition with the name. However let’s get back on topic.

I was still feeling a bit uneasy about this whole thing and I think Jason could sense that. Sometimes we’re so in sync.

‘Hey dad I think I need to go to the bathroom.’ Jason stated and then he gave me that look that says ‘follow my lead’.

‘Well, Jason just find a spot and go.’ Mr.Perth said.

Jason started heading in a direction away from his family. ‘I have to go too.’ I chirped in and then followed him.

Jason went far enough away so that they couldn’t hear or see us. ‘Are you still not sure if you should do this?’

‘Well now I don’t know if I should tell them that I don’t want to watch them kill the deer. I already made a fool out of my self in the car when I said I didn’t like hunting.I don’t want to seem so rude. However I still really don’t want to see you guys kill an innocent animal.’ I rambled on until finally Jason cut in.

‘If you really don’t want to see it I won’t force you. I rather you just tell them. I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to do.’ Jason said sweetly.

‘Ah, thanks Jason.’ I said cutely then I put my hands on his chest and pressed my body into his.’You know you spoil me.’ with a 1950’s ‘damsel in distress’ type of voice.

Then Jason bent down his head and we kissed on the lips and that’s when it happened. ‘What the fuck is going on?’ someone said angrily.

We quickly broke apart and I turned around and saw Tim standing there looking pissed. My stomach dropped.

‘Hey Tim.’ Jason said shakily.

Tim just looked from me to Jason and then back at me, he turned around and started stalking back to where Mr.Perth and Matt were. We hastily followed behind him. When we got back Tim was already telling Mr.Perth and Matt what he saw. ‘…and I caught those two kissing.’ Tim finished with a scowl on his face.

I looked over at Jason and he looked scared like he was bracing himself for what he was about to say. ‘Dad, he’s right Kyle and I were kissing and that’s because he’s my…boyfriend.’

Mr.Perth’s eyebrows shot up and he looked stunned. Before he had time to reply Tim butt in.’I should have known that he would feel up Jason. Just like his people. They’re trained to be hookers, whores, Geishas and stuff like that.’ Tim bellowed in disgust.

I screamed back, ‘Geisha, I’m Korean not Japanese you racist bastard!’

‘All the same, they’re just trying to get a piece of a real man.’

‘Fuck you!’ I shouted then I gave him ‘the bird’.

‘I’m gonna bash your little Korean face in, for touching my brother.’ Then Tim started coming towards me with his fists up.

Then there was the sound click-click. I turned my head and saw Jason pointing the shot gun at Tim.

‘If you touch him I wil kill you.’ Jason said callously.

‘Jason put the god damned gun down, you are not going to shoot you’re brother. Tim you cool down over there somewhere because you are just out of line. Jason come with me cause we have some things to talk about now. And Matt you stay with Kyle just in case Tim tries to come back.’ Mr.Perth directed.

Then Mr.Perth and Jason walked off,Tim seemed to be long gone and out of nowhere Matt pops up beside me.

‘Sorry about Tim he is very…protective of Jason.’ Matt said sincerely.

‘No kidding.’ I said with a chuckle.’I never thought I’d be in this situation.

‘I should’ve known you were more than a friend to Jason, just by the way that he talked about you.He always had great admiration in his voice and longing in his eyes whenever he talked about you. Which I couldn’t figure out at the time but now I understand. He would say things like ‘I wish I could be a vegetarian like Kyle. I wish I could have that kind of self control’ or ‘I wish I was half as smart as Kyle.’ One time he slipped up and said ‘Kyle is so cute.’ then he backed it up by saying ‘I mean in the way that you would call a puppy dog cute, you know.’ He likes you a lot.’ Matt laughed and added, ‘He likes you so much that he would kill his own brother for you.’

‘Thanks for that Matt.’

We ened up leaving the hunting grounds with actually doing any hunting (thank goodness). The drive home could be described in three words; long, silent, and tense. I think we all knew that things would not stay the same anymore. Now Jason’s family knows that I’m his boyfriend. Yes, things will change drastically.

To Be Continued…

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My first encounter with a guy was more than I could have ever dreamed of. Nicholas was the perfect man, Not only physically but as a great person. Since the first encounter we have not done anything sexually. He said we need to have breaks, so that each time we are intimate, it is special. I think it is because he is straight as well. I have also been studying hard at school, it is my first year and I need to set myself up for the following years. Right now, however, I am as horny as hell. It has been a week since I came in Nick’s mouth and I need to get off.

I decide to jerk off, something I am very familiar at doing. I strip down to my jocks on the way to the bathroom to fetch some lube, I return to Nicks bunk bed and hop right on, (he offered) The syrup texture of the lube makes a familiar slurp as I squeeze a generous amount onto my hand. I hastily slip down my jocks and prepare myself. I cover my palms with the lube and intertwine my fingers, as if praying, however this praying technique forms a glory hole! I slip my hard cock through the hole and the cool, slippery sensation sends me into a paralysing frenzy. After 5 minutes of making love to my hands, I hear someone enter the room. Shit! I didn’t schedule with anyone to study!

‘Relax, relax it’s just me dude.’

After recovering from a miniature heart attack, I realised that it was Nick.

‘Could you have at least knocked?’

‘I have a key, remember?’

‘O, yea’

‘I see why you are so panicked, getting a bit horny I see?’

As he stood there, I started to really notice his beauty. His soft auburn hair softly bounced with his every movement, his deep brown eyes, so passionate and loving, while his body, masculine and finely exercised. He was not very tall at all, but he didn’t need to be, his perfect build compensated for that.

‘A little I guess, I was just thinking of the other day.’

‘Yea, I have been thinking of it the whole time too.’

He approached me while taking his shirt off, my eyes automatically went to his groin. His abdomen formed that perfect lined shape, with just a hint of veins escaping his manhood area. He hopped on to the top bunk with me. I lay flat on my back and he climbed on top of me.

‘Do you mind if I kiss you?’

‘I-uh, uhm’

For the first time, I was speechless. As I stared at him, at his full lips, all I could think of was having this man into me, having him apart of me.

‘I will take that as a yes’

He took it alright, our lips contacted, his warmth penetrated my soul, I lay there, intoxicated by his smell, by his beauty, by his kiss. I opened my mouth, welcoming his tongue, like before he accepted and our tongues intertwined.

‘Wow Jared, that was great, I must say, it is better that most girls I kiss.’

‘Thank you’

I was red in the face, totally flushed by his kiss. I could feel that he had a raging boner and it was pushing right up against me.

‘ Jared, I have been meaning to ask you something all week, but have been afraid of the rejection and embarrassment. Are you ready to have anal? I mean like me fucking you, and possibly if I am feeling brave, you fucking me? There I said it! I have wanted to try this for a while; I am getting bored of pussy.’

This boy has just asked me if he can fuck me, I walked into that door a week ago hoping he would say that!

‘Yes, I am ready’

We returned into another kiss, we stripped down furiously like sex craved maniacs. Before throwing his jeans onto the floor he pulled out two condoms.

‘Coincidence’

‘No, not really, I had it planned’

We were both naked and just admiring each other, his perfect body still on top of mine.

‘You are beautiful Nick, you really are.’

‘You are not doing too bad either Jared, where did you get your body from?’

‘I play football’

He plunged in and kissed me hard, he started kissing his way down, my nipples, stomach…

‘O, Fuck!’

His entire mouth covered my cock and was sucking on it furiously.

‘Nick don’t make me cum, I want to cum when you are in me. ‘

‘ok… have you ever had anal?’

‘ No, but I have played with my ass, I don’t want to prepare for your dick, just get right in there.’

I didn’t want to tell him, but I secretly wanted to feel the pain, to have him comfort me and cam me down, to have him there. I prepared his dick, he bought those studded condoms, I gently slipped it on him, he groaned with my every touch. Nicholas had a nice sized cock, not too big and not too small. I knew this was going to hurt, quite a transition from my carrots. He straddled me; I lay flat on my stomach with him on top of me. This was the moment I only dreamed of. He slowly pushed his mushroom head into my ass.

‘Fuck! Wait, just don’t move oh my god!’

‘Ok ok, I told you I should have prepared your ass, it is okay, just take nice deep breaths and push out’

He was massaging my back and running his fingers through my hair to try and calm me down, besides all the pain, this was what I was hoping for. He pushed in deeper and a flood of pain plagued my spine and my anal cavity. He pushed in deeper.

‘Jesus Nick, what the fuck! ‘

‘I’m sorry Jared it’s just it feels so good I can’t just wait, fuck.’

And after he finished that sentence, the pain dissipated and was substituted with a warm, fulfilling satisfaction. He slowly slid in and out, in and out, although there was pain, the goodness of him in me overwhelmed the pain. I was still on my stomach, Nick’s sweaty body still hugging me, desperately pushing deeper into me.

‘Jared, god it is good!’

‘Uh-oh yea, please Nick, please!’

My eyes were closed, all I could feel was his breath on my back, his body stuck to mine, all I could hear was his rapid heartbeat and the moosh of his penis sliding into me, all I could taste was his sweat. He slowed down the pace; he was now slowly penetrating me, enjoying each thrust. I did not touch my dick and within 5 minutes of him fucking me, I came on the bed, my cum pasting my stomach.

‘Jared Babes, I’m going to cum.’

‘please take off the condom’

He did so and threw it on the floor, he re entered me and the heat of his dick was more intense than ever.

‘It’s time, god!’

With a couple more full thrusts, Nick exploded all of his beautiful seed into me. I could feel the viscous warmth as it lathered my insides. It was absolutely wonderful. We lay there, he, still on top of me.

‘Thank you Nick’

We kissed, deeply and passionately. We lay there, connected. I could only wait for us to be passionate again.

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My beloved brother Matthew died while serving in Iraq, killed when a roadside bomb destroyed the Humvee he was in. He and two others of his team were lost. Upon learning of this tragedy, we planned for a private funeral in our home town, to honor his service to our country.

We received word that a ‘renegade’ church in the Midwest was planning on protesting the funeral, as they had done with so many other funerals, believing that his death was God’s punishment for disobeying his commandments. We’d seen their picketing on TV, singing what sounded like hymns, but in reality were horrible slams against the gay community and people in general. It was a disgusting sight, and we were planning on fighting back, but decided that the best thing to do would be to just ignore it and let them come, and in silent protest, ignore their cruelty and remember our son, our brother in our own way.

The night before the funeral, I was working late at the hotel, where I was a front desk manager, trying to get out at a decent time so I could get home and get some sleep. I was mentally and physically drained, and just wanted to get through tomorrow with some kind of dignity and peace.

A tall, extremely handsome young man, clad in a pair of blue track pants, sweat jacket, with dazzling blue eyes, and sandy blonde hair entered, coming up to the front desk, pulling a suitcase.

‘Excuse me, but do you have any rooms available for this evening?’ His voice was a rich baritone, and his physique told me he worked out quite a lot.

I smiled and nodded. ‘Yes, we do, sir. What type of room would you like’?

‘Oh, just a single. I’m leaving in the morning. I’m here to protest the funeral of that soldier that was killed in Iraq.’ My fingers froze on the keyboard and I looked at my monitor. Blood began to rush to my face, and I felt my anger boiling inside of me. Just who the fuck did he think he was, entering my hotel, trying to get a room, determined to blemish the memory of my brother with his sickening tirades? Taking a deep breath, I composed myself and looked up at my guest.

‘I see. You’re from that church in the Midwest, aren’t you?’ He smiled and nodded. ‘Yes, I am. You must recognize me from our previous protests.’

‘Yes, of course. If you’d be so kind as to sign this registration card, i’ll need your form of payment and identification to check you in.’ He slid across the counter his credit card and a driver’s license. Patrick Renahan, Topeka, Kansas. I swiped his credit card and handed both pieces of plastic to him.

‘I hope you shall be comfortable here, tonight, Mr. Renahan. There is an all night diner just down the block if you wish to get yourself some dinner. As a matter of fact, I’m just leaving here myself in a few minutes. Perhaps I could show you the way, if you’re not familiar with the area.’ He gave me a cockeyed look and frowned slightly.

‘You’re not one of those fag enablers, are you?’

‘Of course not. I’m just being neighborly, sir. It’s part of my job. My wife and daughter will be seeing me later.’ He relaxed and smiled broadly.

‘Wow, that’s a relief. Listen, I’ll get settled in and perhaps we can have dinner together, talk about tomorrow’s protest. I’m glad you’re on our side.’ He disappeared from my sight and I slipped to my office, pulling open a desk drawer and removing a small vial of pills. Valium would do just fine.

We ate a couple of burgers and fries and drank a few Cokes, while discussing what his group was planning on doing at the funeral tomorrow. I tried to remain interested in what he was saying, the tiny envelope of crushed powder tucked in my jacket pocket.

‘Excuse me, but I must go to the bathroom.’ He stood up and walked to the back of the diner, and I immediately pulled out the packet and poured it into his drink, quickly mixing it up. I prayed it would work quickly.

He returned, eating the rest of his burger and downing the last of his Coke. We sat talking for a bit, about his church, how they were determined to reach people with the true word of God, no matter what anyone thought.

‘It is our duty as children of the Lord, to smite those who have sinned against us, and spat upon the face of Jesus to pay for their sins. This boy who died was a fag enabler, who is burning in hell.’ It took everything in me not to stand up and deck him, knock him across the diner in one fell swoop. But I was going to be patient.

I noticed his eyes starting to fall a bit, his yawning becoming more and more prevalent. ‘I’m so sorry, must be jetlag. Perhaps I should go back to the hotel. I have a busy morning ahead.’

‘I’d be more than happy to drive you. I don’t think you should walk, do you? You look exhausted.’

‘You’re right. I don’t think so. Thank you-you know I didn’t even get your name.’ I flashed him a wide grin.

‘Elliott. Just call me Elliott.’

We arrived at the hotel within a few minutes, and by the time we pulled up, his head was pressed against the head rest, and his body was limp. I pulled the car to the rear of the hotel, near the dumpsters, and parked. I removed him from the car and opened the receiving door with my master key, carrying him to his room, trying to be as indiscreet as possible.

I opened his door and tossed him on the bed, running downstairs and grabbing four nylon cords. I returned, stripped him naked, and tied up his hands and legs, and bound his mouth with heavy duct tape. I sat in the recliner and waited.

About an hour later, he awoke, wide eyed, his head turning in all different directions. He looked at me and stared.

‘Oh, you’re awake. Welcome back. You fell asleep on the way back here, so I thought i’d let you nap.’ I began to remove my clothes and his eyes became as wide as saucers. Sweat beaded upon his forehead.

‘By the way, my name is Elliott Andrews. My brother is being buried tomorrow. Lieutenant Raymond Andrews.’ I stood in front of him, stark naked, stroking my cock, feeling the blood rushing to the member, making it taut and tight. ‘And you’re here to protest the funeral of my late brother. Well, I have news for you. I’m going to show you what happens when you disgrace a man who served our country well, who fought for our rights.’ I mounted him and he began to struggle violently, a mixture of terror and anger in his eyes. I threw up his legs, slid on a condom (lest their be any DNA) and with one swift, deft motion, plunged my hard cock into his hole. He screamed through the tape, and at first I felt how tight he was, so pulled out and lubricated his crack with a bottle of lotion, and threw some on my cock, then rammed it back into him.

He tried in vain to fight back, but the nylon cords held him firm, as I pummelled his fine young ass, my balls slapping against his tender flesh.

‘Oh, yeah. This is what you think all soldiers do, don’t you? Fag enabler, right? Don’t ask, don’t tell.’ I slammed it in harder, watching as his eyes watered in pain.

‘Come on, don’t fight me. Take it like a bitch, boy. You’ll get to like it. Trust me’. I was relentless, my manhood tearing in and out of his ass, relishing every moment of punishing him.

I pulled out of him and leaned down, taking his cock into my mouth and began to suck him, squeezing his balls. I could feel him still attempting to struggle from my grasp, but also I could feel his cock begin to rise against my lips as he began to relax and allow me to fellate him. I looked up and he had his eyes closed, his body relaxed.

The long, tapered cock felt good in my mouth, and I worked on if quite a while, waiting for him to shoot his load.

When it finally did happen, I let his semen spray all over his body, as he jerked in response. I went into the bathroom and got a washcloth, cleaning up not only his body, but myself, getting dressed and removing the cords that held him. He laid there for a moment, just staring at me, sweat drenching his hot, nubile frame. He didn’t say anything, staring at the ceiling as I stood back and leaned against the wall.

‘Now, if you say anything to your church, this is what will happen. They will excommunicate you in a heartbeat. Trust me, you won’t want to tell them you had sex with another man. Even rape, which I don’t think it was because you were enjoying that blowjob a bit too much. You will also convince your ‘people’ to quietly disperse tomorrow. It would be best for all of you, since we don’t want any trouble here. And if you go to the police, do you really think they are going to believe you, considering where you are from? I guarantee you, they will be on my side.’

He finally sat up and his eyes were hazy, his appearance disheveled. ‘You’ll pay for this someday, I promise you. I’ll make sure you’ll go to hell’.

‘And how is that? Oh, by telling your fellow parishoners what occurred? Don’t think that would be too wise, do you? Good night, sir. Do hope your stay is a pleasant one’. I left and drove home, anticipating the morning and how it would play out.

Arriving at the church at 9:30, I pulled up and was met by my mother, dressed in black, her hair done up beautifully.

‘I’m so glad you’re here, Elliott.’ She hugged me and turned to the corner where the protesters were due to arrive.

‘Do you think they are going to come? The protestors?’

‘I don’t think so, Ma. I think they are going to stay far away from here as possible.’ As I spoke those words, a white van drove by, filled with people holding protest signs. The van kept on down the road, towards the freeway entrance, and disappeared from sight.

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Chapter 6 – More Possibilities

Despite enjoying the pleasure of Ken sleeping in his lap, the man felt pressure building in his bladder. He thought about peeing into Ken’s mouth but there would be some training needed before that could be attempted. He shook Ken awake and said ‘I need to go pee. Just sit there and don’t do anything.’

The man zipped himself back up in the uniform pants and got out of the car. He straightened out the uniform and pulled out the flashlight so he could find his way to the Porta-Potties. No sooner had the man left than one of the road crew walked up to the patrol car and rapped on the window. Ken nodded to the man, who opened the patrol car door and stuck his head in the car. The worker said, ‘Where’s officer Ken? I need to talk with him.’ Ken fought with himself and gave into his programming and just said ‘He needed to pee. He’s over at the johns.’ The worker said ‘Thanks. Tell him that Jamie stopped by in case I don’t catch him.’ and slammed the door. Ken could see him making his way to the johns. Jamie was a worker who’d gotten friendly with Ken from previous nights on the job. He’d stand by the car and smoke and joke with Ken. Many hours had been spent discussing the job Ken did as a cop and whether he thought Jamie could be a cop. Ken could not believe that Jamie did not even recognize him, that the uniform was all he was watching. He knew his identity was in peril.

AS the man emerged from the Porta-Potty, the construction worker was standing there. He said ‘Hey Ken. I was looking for you. I came back to smoke and shoot the shit but some guy was sitting in the car.’ Trying to match Ken’s flat Midwestern speech pattern, the man replied, ‘He’s a buddy who hangs out with me from time to time but he’s OK. So what’s up?’

Jamie didn’t seem to notice this wasn’t Ken standing there. By the light of the flashlight, the man noticed the guy was poured into his Wranglers and his butt was very shapely. His flannel shirt fit very nicely across his pecs. His baseball cap had a perfectly curved bill and the guy seemed very clean and clean cut to be with the road crew. Jamie said, ‘I just wanted to talk to you some more about becoming a cop. I’m in great shape so I don’t think I’d have trouble with the physical. I just wondered if I could come by sometime after work and we could sit down and discuss it some more. You know I live two towns over so I’d rather just come after work one night if you’d let me.’

The man raised an eyebrow hearing this. Jamie was coming on to him. He said ‘I’m sure we can work something out. You could follow me over to my house maybe and we could have a beer and talk about it.’ Jamie said, ‘I’d sure like that. I’m really sick of driving these truck loads of asphalt around. I think I’d look really good as a cop and I think I’d do a good job.’ The man said ‘Well, this uniform gets to be a pain in the ass. This gun belt gets heavy, this vest is hot and wearing this stupid hat gets old. I’m not sure you’d enjoy it that much.’ Jamie replied, ‘Oh man, the uniform is the hottest part of the job. Look at you man, you’re such a stud in that uniform. You probably have to beat chicks off with a stick. I’d love to be in uniform and drive around a muscle car like yours. What I’d give just to try on the whole uniform and sit in the cruiser to see how it all feels. I loved it the time you let me walk back to the job site wearing your police hat. They all started calling me ‘cop’ after that. Hell, I’d do just about anything to try it on a uniform before I apply for the job.’

The man could not believe what he was hearing. His dick was instantly hard. Maybe Ken had been working on this guy to get him into the sack. His body was as good as Ken’s and he sure was being friendly. He said to Jamie, ‘Well this might be a good night to do that. I don’t work tomorrow so you could follow me back to my place when we finish up. Now the sooner you get all the asphalt here so they can spread it out, the sooner we can go.’ Jamie beamed and said ‘As soon as we’re done, I’ll park the dump truck in construction parking and drive my pickup down here. I can’t wait man!’ At that he bounded off, heading back to the job site. The man walked back to the cruiser and got in.

As he sat down behind the wheel, Ken said ‘Jamie the construction worker came by. He and I have been talking for a while. He’s thinking about being a cop for some time but he didn’t even realize it was me sitting here. Did he find you?’ The man said, ‘Jamie is it? Hmmmm. He sure was putting on the pressure to talk with ‘Ken’ in private. I’ve invited him to your house for a beer when the job is over tonight.’ Ken was astounded and almost shouted ‘Why did you do that? I was just being friendly with him.’ The man looked over at Ken and said, ‘Yeah, his dick was hard the whole time he was talking to me. He wants to be friendly and I think he has a uniform fetish too. We’ll be having some extra fun tonight.’

After that, Ken sat in silence until the man said, ‘How do you know when they’re done?’ Ken said, ‘Jamie usually comes down and tells me I’m clear to leave.’ For a couple of hours, Ken was interrogated about many aspects of his daily routines: Where he works out, who he knows well, what sort of interactions he has with other officers, what other part-time jobs he works, and many, many more details of his life. Many such sessions would be needed for the man to be able to effectively impersonate Ken. While the uniform was all many saw, some people actually knew Ken and they would be more of a challenge.

The man and Ken were identical in build. The both had thick, dark brown hair in a military cut. The man had already altered much of his appearance to mirror Ken’s. Ken had more of a baby face than the man, whose face was angular and sunken in the cheeks. Their eye color was the same hazel. Their brow lines were similar. Their heads had the same shape. Their noses were both average and straight. Most of the facial characteristics were very close indeed. The man might be able to pull off some cosmetic changes to actually look just like Ken.

Shortly after 01:30am, Jamie drove up in his red pickup and rolled down the window. The man rolled down the cruiser window. Jamie said ‘I broke a few records tonight getting more asphalt here quicker than ever before. We got done 30 minutes early. You still game for a beer at your place?’ ‘Sure! Follow me. I live about 10 minutes from here’ replied the man. He cut off the blue lights and dropped the cruiser into gear. Jamie did a u-turn and came back around behind the cruiser. A few minutes later, they were at Ken’s house.

They all walked inside together with light banter between Jamie and the man. Ken just walked and said nothing. Jamie commented, ‘Your buddy doesn’t say much’ and stuck his hand out at Ken. ‘Hi. I’m Jamie. Jamie Ransom.’ Before Ken could say anything, the man said ‘And this is Pete, a buddy of mine.’ ‘Glad to meet you Pete’ said Jamie as he pumped ‘Pete’s’ hand. They all walked inside Ken’s kitchen and the man told Jamie to grab some beers and sit on the sofa. He was going to show ‘Pete’ where he’d be sleeping because ‘Pete’ was bushed and needed to rest. The man dropped his uniform hat on the kitchen table and escorted the real Ken back to the bedroom. Within minutes, Ken was stripped and in a deep sleep on the bed.

The man walked out to find Jamie on the couch, drinking a beer and wearing the police hat. ‘You sure like my hat, don’t you buddy’ said the man. Laughing, he picked up Jamie’s ‘CAT’ baseball cap and put it on and sat down next to Jamie on the sofa. ‘This baseball cap is a lot more comfortable than that uniform hat.’ Jamie replied, ‘No man. The hat makes the uniform. It tops off the authoritative image. I like it a lot.’ Jamie took the hat off and looked at it closely, admiring the badge and the acorns and chinstrap on it before placing it carefully back on his head. He also had a big bulge in his crotch and his dick was visible snaking down his right jeans leg. The man said, ‘So what all do you want to talk about buddy? You keep talking about wanting to be a cop and tonight you said you’d do just about anything to try on a uniform and sit in a cruiser. You generally have to be a cop to wear the uniform and drive the cruiser. Just what are you getting at?’ At that, the man suggestively rubbed his crotch.

Jamie turned a little red and looked at the man. He said ‘I’m not queer or anything, and I know you’re not either, but I’d do just about anything to see myself in uniform. I’m serious as a heart attack. Hell, I’d give you and your buddy a blow job if I thought you’d let me try on the whole uniform and drive that cruiser.’ The man winked at him and said, ‘Well I’m not queer either but a mouth on a dick is a mouth on a dick. I’m working all the time and horny as Hell. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.’ Jamie brightened and beamed a huge smile at the man. ‘Really?? Right now???’ he said. The man looked at him and nodded and then looked down at his own crotch.

Jamie didn’t have to be told anything else. In seconds, he was on his knees in front of the man, unzipping the uniform pants and pulling out the man’s dick. In no time at all, he was giving a blow job that proved he was no stranger to it. Jamie was a pro dick sucker. The man was really enjoying the scenery too. Jamie was hot, had a great body, blue eyes looking up at him from under the hat, and a high-vacuum mouth on him. After a couple of minutes, the man pushed Jamie away and said, ‘Before you make me spew a load all over this uniform, you’d better see how you’ll look in it.’ Jamie’s face lit up and watched in awe as the man went through the process of completely undressing. Before he was through, Jamie was butt naked too. The man noted that Jamie had not been wearing any underwear.

Jamie stood there with a hard dick and a hungry look on his face as he looked at the pile of uniform on the couch. He looked at the man for permission and the man nodded his approval. Jamie was so hot to get into the uniform that he didn’t really think about how he should get dressed. He put the hat back on and then pulled on socks and the boots. When he went to put the t-shirt on, he had to take the hat back off. Then he figured out he couldn’t get the briefs or pants up without taking the shoes back off. Finally, he managed to get fully into the uniform. It didn’t fit him as well as it did the man, but he was passable. He practically ran over to the mirror on the back of the kitchen door so he could see himself. He pulled the Glock out of the holster and held it as if drawing down on someone. He liked how he looked.

By now, the man was quite aroused as well. He stood there, stark naked except for the ‘CAT’ baseball cap with a big boner sticking straight out from his body. Jamie shouted ‘Oh fuck this is hot. I need pictures. Ken, will you shoot some photos of me? I’ve got a camera in the truck.’ The man chuckled and said, ‘I’m not going out there naked. You go get the camera.’ Jamie raced out the door and was back in a flash. The man snapped dozens of pictures of Jamie from all angles. Jamie looked very, very good in uniform. Suddenly, he remembered the cruiser outside. ‘Shit man, I need to sit in the cruiser and get some pictures. Would you let me drive it too?’ The man replied, ‘I’m naked here Jamie. I’m not going back in there and waking up Pete so I can get my clothes.’ Jamie said ‘Dude, I’m wearing your uniform, just put on my clothes.’ The man shook his head as if in disbelief and pulled on Jamie’s jeans, socks, and work boots. He put on the grey t-shirt and flannel shirt and kept on the baseball cap. ‘Alright ‘officer.’ Let’s go out to the car.’

They walked out to the cruiser and Jamie sat in the driver’s seat looking at everything. His dick was still hard in the uniform pants. ‘Get pictures of me in the car and then pictures of me standing by the car’ he ordered. They snapped picture after picture but the man was getting a little bit perturbed at this over-exuberant man. After pictures had been taken at every possible angle, Jamie said, ‘OK, now I want to pat you down like a real cop.’ The man said ‘OK, but then you have to finish up the blow job.’

Jamie pushed ‘Ken’ up against the car and told him to assume the position. He went to great pains to do a thorough pat down but suddenly grabbed the man’s arm and pulled it behind his back. Before the man could adequately react, Jamie cuffed both hands behind his back. The man was FURIOUS and began cussing and kicking at Jamie. Jamie shoved him in the back seat and said, ‘Hey, I have to have a prisoner while I drive around the cruiser. I’ll let you out in a minute.’ At that, he jumped in, fired up the engine and spun gravel as he gunned the car up the driveway. The idiot drove all the way back to the construction site but the workers were all gone. The man was yelling at him to get the Hell back to the house. Jamie finally figured out he had really overstepped his bounds and went back to Ken’s house. He parked the cruiser and opened the back door. The man got his feet out the door and sat there. He shouted ‘Get these fucking cuffs off me asshole.’ Jamie said, ‘I still have to finish up with you’ and went for the zipper on the jeans the man wore. He pulled the jeans down around the man’s knees and then pushed him back on the seat. Although, the man’s dick had gone soft in anger at what had happened, Jamie’s expert mouth soon had him hard and dripping again. Jamie worked the nuts as he sucked the dick and just as the man was ready to spew his load, Jamie pulled off the dick. The cum shot out of the man’s dick and landed on the uniform hat, the shirt, the badge and on Jamie’s face. He stroked the dick until all the dribbles worked out. Then he thoughtlessly wiped the cum off his hands onto the shirt.

Coming down from his orgasm, the man grew deathly quiet with anger. He saw cum on the uniform and hat. Jamie pulled him out of the car and ‘escorted’ him back inside the house. The handcuff key was found on the key ring and soon the man was free. The man was ready to kill Jamie but restrained himself and said ‘Had enough fun for one night, Jamie?’ Jamie answered ‘Man, this has been way too much. I guess I got a little crazy. Please don’t be angry with me Ken.’ The man just growled and walked towards the bedroom saying ‘Let me get the laptop and we’ll check out the pictures.’ He reentered the room and handed the laptop to Jamie saying, ‘Fire this up while I get a beer.’ By the time the man came back into the room, Jamie was sitting on the couch staring at the spiral on the screen with a blank look on his face. In short order, the man programmed Jamie to forget the evening’s events after work.

For one last photo session, Ken was brought out of trance and into the living room. He kneeled before the uniformed Jamie and was ordered to commit various sex acts. Pictures were taken of him sucking Jamie. Pictures were taken of Jamie with his dick in Ken’s ass. Pictures were taken of the two kissing. Pictures were taken of the naked Ken being fucked in the back seat of his cruiser. The man would be keeping the pictures.

Afterwards, Jamie’s programming was completed. He’d still have the same feelings and desires for Ken. He wouldn’t remember where his clothing, boots and ‘CAT’ baseball cap had gone once he woke up the next day. He would respond to certain trigger words the man had planted in his subconscious. He would do whatever the man told him to do. He was ordered to strip out of the police uniform, drive home naked, and go to bed. He’d wake up the next day well refreshed and horny. He’d have no idea that he’d lived out his fantasy the night before. The man then sent him on his way home.

Once Jamie was gone, the man told Ken he was not worthy to wear the uniform. Every other man who had worn it was more of a man than him. He would be a cocksucker and cum repository for the rest of his life. Ken tried to talk back but a phrase stopped him cold and he was ordered back onto the bed and put to sleep.

The man returned to the living room and surveyed the damage to the uniform. He got a wet sponge and got the cum stains out of the hat. He wiped off what was on the shirt but knew it would wash out anyway. He put the uniform on the bedroom chair and stopped to check himself out in the bathroom mirror. He looked like a hard working man in Jamie’s clothes. He’d think of something to do with them later. At that, he stripped and got into bed with Ken. He was drained of cum and they all needed a good night’s sleep.

As he settled down to fall asleep, his mind reviewed that day’s events. He’d actually taken total control of Ken. Ken was on his way to being an obedient sex slave who would be willing to do anything for the man. Ken had been egging on a construction worker, perhaps unconsciously, and was going to help him be a cop. The construction worked turned out to be hot and was into uniforms as much as the man. The man now had the cop and the construction worker at his command. It had been a very good day. Tomorrow would bring so many more adventures. He spooned against Ken and put his arm around him. Soon the man also was in a deep sleep.

I stood there, in front of the still-wet painting. It gripped me, pulled me in, made me tingle, feel on edge. I wanted it; I wanted to be it. I wasn’t it yet. The painting was of me, but it somehow was more alive, more aroused, nearer the pinnacle. I could see it everywhere, mostly in the eyes, I thought. They were so alive, so satisfied and . . . completed.

‘It’s . . . it’s like something you’ve never done before, Klaus,’ I murmured.

‘It’s in the style of Seligman,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘Well, partially the style. I like to think I bring something new, important to it. My counter to Seligman. Do you like it?’

‘Yes, yes . . . of course. It makes me . . . it makes me want to be that man.’

‘But you are that man, Petro, that is you. You are that for me.’

Yes it was of me; I was the model. I had just lain there, naked, on the divan, for hours, swirled in folds of the scarlet silk. And yet it wasn’t me. It was what I wanted to be, what I wanted to feel, at the height of ejaculation. It was a level I had not attained, although I had sought it for years. The ultimate ejaculation. ‘No, Klaus. I wish. But there’s more, much more than me, in the painting. In the style of Seligman, you say? Who is this Seligman? Where can I find him?’

‘You do not want to know, Petro. You think that I am peculiar . . . have special needs. No, do not bother to deny it. But Seligman, he is a man on the edge. I shudder to think of the tightrope he would make you walk.’

Moeller was standing close behind me. He too was naked. We had worked for hours, and I could tell by the way he looked at me as he painted, that he would want me again – and in his way. He was enfolding me in his arms, a hand on my cock and one strumming a nipple with his thumb. And his cock was hard and rubbing against the small of my back. He had been hard for some time, as he was finishing the painting. Looking at me in that way. Wanting fucking me to be the high point of his creation, what he would remember when he looked at this masterpiece he had created. And not just any fucking. His way.

He deserved it. It required so little of me. The painting was a masterpiece. It was alive with lust and arousal.

‘I love it, Klaus,’ I repeated. ‘It makes me feel so . . . so . . .’

I couldn’t complete the thought, and Moeller’s hand on my cock and thumb on my nipple felt all the answer that was required.

‘Please . . . the divan,’ he uttered in a low, hoarse voice.

‘Yes.’

He handed me the lubed dildo as he stood between my thighs, my shoulder blades resting on the silk draperies on the divan. I took it and placed it in position as he raised one of my feet in his hands and brought it to his lips and kissed it and stroked it lightly with his fingers.

His eyes slitted as I slowly impaled myself on the dildo, methodically drawing it deep inside me. I kept my eyes on his, knowing that was important, showing him how arousing his lips on the arch of my foot was in consort with the slow inhaling of the dildo inside my ass canal. I made my eyes burn, imploring as his mouth enclosed over my toes, one by one, and he gave suck.

I arched my back and started to slowly move the dildo in and out, in and out, inside me, as he took up my other foot and made love to it.

I moaned for him, as I knew he would want me to and that would arouse him further. I extracted the dildo – slowly – and he moved closer into me, and I took his cock in both of my hands and drew him inside me, as he continued to suck my toes and run his tongue over my feet. He was making little mewing sounds that shortly melted into the sounds of his need. He fucked me faster, deeper, and he was biting my toes and feet, and I was crying out in both pain and passion.

And then it was over and he dropped my legs and collapsed on top of me. His eyes sought out mine, and although I saw pleasure there, I saw also in the reflection in his eyes that I had not attained it – the eyes he had painted for me were so much more satisfied, completed, than the ones he was staring into.

‘In the style of Seligman?’ I asked in a low voice when we were both able to speak.

‘Forget Seligman,’ he whispered. ‘You do not want to pursue that.’

‘But the painting is so alive, so much what I want. So much more,’ I murmured.

‘It is not because of Seligman,’ he whispered. ‘I think it is because of what I brought to Seligman’s style?’

‘I don’t understand,’ I said.

‘The eyes; it’s in the eyes.’

Later, standing in front of the painting, I paid particular attention to the eyes again. They were one of the best aspects of the painting. My initial impression did not change. The eyes were so alive, so deep in passion and lust – and fulfillment. Satisfied eyes. Fully taken and satisfied. The best part of it.

And I asked Moeller again, and he would not tell me. ‘You do not want to know,’ was his repeated answer.

‘Where is this Seligman?’ I asked again.

‘You do not want to know,’ he repeated.

But I would not let him take me again – in the special way he liked – until he told me. And he wanted me so much, in that way, that he did tell me.

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Seligman’s studio was high in the German alps, carved out of the ruins of a small castle keep – what had probably been a remote watch tower and fortification for a small sentry force in centuries past. When I asked in the hostel in the small village at the foot of the mountain, they refused to tell me how to get there.

But we weren’t in the dark ages. Seligman had a cell phone, and I was able to contact him. And when I had established that I had modeled for Moeller and Viscuss and even Hollimain when he was still painting – before he was incarcerated for what had been declared as both blasphemous and pornographic – Seligman seemed all too pleased to give me directions to his isolated studio.

He seemed delighted to see me and was quite straightforward. He commanded me to strip and to turn my body this way and that way, which I did expertly, being experienced in modeling and knowing what artists of the male nude wanted.

Knowing also what many of the artists of the male nude wanted to do with their models, I was not surprised when he said, without a modicum of embarrassment or hesitation, ‘First we fuck, and then I paint. Always I fuck first. It informs my painting.’

We did not do so immediately, though. Seligman wanted to charge his paints first, to set his easel and canvas and to set the divan just so. He too used a rich, scarlet silk, seemingly carelessly thrown on the divan, but set just so, nothing careless about it. I assumed this must be some of what Moeller had meant when he said that magnificent painting of his had been done in the style of Seligman.

The walls of the studio were lined with Seligman’s work, so as he prepared his paints and set the divan as he wanted it, I drifted around the walls, viewing the paintings. I could see what Moeller meant. It wasn’t just the arousing pose of the model, seemingly tousled carelessly in folds of the scarlet silk. It also was the strong brush strokes. The bold strokes that, when scrutinized closely, seemed to be haphazard, wild, almost uncontrolled, but that, as the viewer moved away, all came together. And it came together in tension and unease – a feeling of coldness that was all the more alluring because it contrasted so with the lush setting and vibrant colors, not to mention the sensuality of the model.

It was here that I felt the first chill, felt myself clutch and tighten. At first blush, I hadn’t seen the difference, but Moeller was right. There was a difference. Whereas Moeller’s study had been alive, arousing, had made me shudder with want, these did something else. I couldn’t place it. I moved in closer to the one I was standing in front of again, looking closer into it.

The skin. A slight pallor perhaps, in contrast to Moeller’s, where the skin seemed lustrous. Maybe in just this one, I thought. But when I moved down to the next painting, I saw the same thing.

And the eyes. Moeller had said something about the eyes. What was that? He had especially wanted me to scrutinize the eyes. I walked in closer and studied the eyes. Moeller had made the eyes reflect his own lust as he painted me – capturing what he wanted to do with me, what he did do with me. Using me to play his own personal fetish, gaining arousal and satisfaction, for him, that went much further than just fucking.

Seligman’s eyes didn’t reflect anything like this. In fact, they looked dead to me, as if the model was sleeping with his eyes open – that the model wasn’t even here, that he was transported to another realm and had lost his connection to the sensuality of the setting.

All of which accentuated Moeller’s talent – his triumph over Seligman. Maybe that’s what he was trying to tell me. That I didn’t need to search out Seligman. I already was in the presence of the master.

I turned and saw that Seligman was ready, and that he was watching me, his eyes active, alive, full of lust.

I suddenly was scared – without knowing why – and my legs were taking me, slowly, but intentionally toward my clothes, where I had neatly folded and placed them on a straight chair in the shadows. I had seen what Moeller was trying to tell me – or certainly thought I had.

Seligman intercepted me, though. He took my wrist in a firm grip, and I felt all of the power draining out of me. He was a strongly built man, with a grip of steel. But it was his bearing and the power of his eyes that held me. I whimpered under his grip, but I made no physical effort to resist him. The trembling that went through my body was contradictory. I was frightened, but I was also aroused – more aroused than I had been with Moeller. I was hyperventilating, but my body was telling me that something was happening, something I’d never experienced before, something I wanted to know about, to experience.

As we moved to the divan, Seligman was unbuttoning his smock with his other hand. He was naked underneath. Powerful, barrel-chested, heavily muscled, hairy. And in full, monstrous erection.

He gave me no time. He simply pushed me down on my back on the divan, a fist buried in my sternum, holding me on the divan both physically and by overpowering mental control. I was gasping for breath. His other hand was underneath one of my thighs, high up, spreading and lifting my leg with superhuman strength. The bulb of his cock at my hole. Not giving me time. Demanding entrance – and despite my cries and the reluctance of my opening, gaining entrance and relentlessly pushing me open and moving deep inside me.

I writhed under him, entwining myself in the scarlet silk, achieving, I suddenly realized, the effect of the silk draping in the paintings that lined the walls, the paintings screaming at me to escape. Too late.

His fist was no longer on my sternum. He had raised his hand to my face, the palm of his hand over my mouth, his thumb and a finger pinching my nose, blocking my air supply.

I was screaming on the inside, gurgling on the outside, my hips churning in response to his plowing cock, one of my fists clutching at the silk, the other wrapped around my own cock and pumping away. I couldn’t breathe and specks were floating in my eyes, dimming out the piercing gaze in his own eyes, holding me in thrall underneath him as strongly as he was doing with the strength of his body. But still my body wanted this. My hand on my cock, working to bring my arousal to the heights, screamed that I wanted this.

He was fucking me like I’d never been fucked before, and my hand was working my cock – involuntarily – because at the same time that I was deeply frightened, sensing that I was fighting for my life, I wanted to explode, to ejaculate.

I was close, very close to coming. I wanted to come. I wanted to breathe, but I also wanted to come. This was so much more . . . so much beyond where I’d ever been before.

But then Seligman stopped. He held me tight, not letting me move a muscle, not moving himself, held me on the edge. And he released his stifling grip on my nose and mouth.

And I gasped for air. I couldn’t move, but my lungs were burning and expanding and contracting in my chest cavity – fighting to take in as much oxygen as possible, to replace what they had been denied for so long, almost too long.

But that’s not what I wanted to be moving. I wanted his cock to be moving inside me. He slapped my hand away from my own cock and gripped my wrist, holding me away from finishing myself.

‘No, please,’ I was whimpering as I felt myself moving away from satisfaction, losing the roaring sensation of the approaching ejaculation. I didn’t think I’d whispered that aloud, but he reacted as if he had heard me. ‘Please finish me.’

He smiled a sneery smile. A ‘look who is in control’ smile. And his eyes. They possessed me. Not unlike the look in Moeller’s eyes when he took me. I realized this was a fetish with me – seeing that look in my lover’s eyes. There was a wildness in Seligman’s eyes, triggered, I now realize, by the fear in my eyes combined with need as he took my breath away while fucking me – and took me to the edge and back and then to the edge again. This is what he liked best, I realized. This look of terror edged with lust in his lover’s eyes. This was his fetish. What completed him.

Or was that true? Thinking back on the difference between his paintings and those of Moeller – the treatment of the eyes – I began to think, with increasing trepidation, that maybe it wasn’t the mixed look of fear and lust that completed Seligman, that was his fetish. Maybe it was the dull look in his lover’s eyes when Seligman was done – when he had choked the life out of his lover. I moaned at the thought – at the danger of it. And, at the same time, my arousal went to new heights.

I murmured, ‘No, please,’ again as I felt his hand gripping my chin again, closing again over my nose and mouth. And as I fought for breath again, he recommenced the plowing of his cock. Working me, bringing me to the edge again. I was beginning to black out again. I was . . . right there . . . on the edge. Both edges. The edge of blacking out, the edge of exploding in the most complete ejaculation I’d ever experienced. Wanting breath, wanting the ejaculation. Want fighting want.

And then the release on my mouth and nose, the gasping for breath, the pounding headache. But at the same time, the denial of ejaculation. Holding me still, making me fall off the edge of satisfaction. The jeery smile, the possessing eyes.

The approaching hand; turning my head back and forth, trying to escape the hand, writhing in the silk, but no escape. The fingers pinching my nose, the hand covering my mouth, the cock resuming its deep, possessing thrusts.

The eyes. Oh God, the eyes. Moeller had said, ‘Look at the eyes.’ Lifeless.

At the very edge of breathlessness. Not one more second. The glorious release, my release in a cascade of cum up my belly, as I feel the pump of the spurting, the flow, deep inside me. Throbbing temples, spots before my eyes, roaring in my ears. Got to . . . get . . . a brea –

* * * *

I was swimming up from a great depth and slowly becoming aware that I could breathe again – that I was still lying on the divan, entwined in the scarlet silk, but that I was breathing normally. I shuddered and started to move.

‘Hold still.’ It was a command, not a request. And I instantly obeyed. I had known the authority behind that control.

‘Stay just as that, please.’ The voice came from the direction of the easel. I saw from my periphery vision that he was there, behind the easel, painting furiously. Still naked; still in full erection.

I shuddered again, which prompted, ‘So, you thought that was it, did you? I saw you scrutinizing the eyes in the paintings. You thought of death, did you not? I would have told you – I paint death. I create it, but I do not cause it. I would have told you, but it was better this way, no? More satisfying. Bigger coming. The full range – your fighting wants. It helps with coming. You came well. It takes you to the heights. And watching you – your struggling wants – that takes me to the heights too. I came well too. Very well indeed. My member, it wants it again, now. But it must wait. I am not finished painting.’

I opened my mouth to speak.

‘No, do not move, please. I’m not finished. Don’t speak. When I finish, we do it again, no? You give good fuck. Yes, we do it again, I think.’

I shuddered again – but at the same time a chill of arousal went through my body. The height and the depth. Starting anew. The ultimate death. Who said that? That ejaculation was the ultimate death? Some philosopher. Freud? Foucault?

‘Yes, yes. I fuck you again, I think. And maybe this time I go all the way. Yes? No?’ This was followed by a deep-throated laugh. ‘No, do not speak. I just toy with you . . . maybe.’ And then the laugh again.

And I shuddered again. Not only at the thought of him doing it again – and maybe not joking about not stopping. But also because I wanted it again.

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It was a hot and sunny summer day. I woke up with the sun pouring into the bedroom as I slowly got up and made some coffee and read the paper. Luckily, my balcony gets lots of sun while blocking most of the wind. It’s not huge, but I can move a small table out of the way and put two chairs side by side with some cushions and it makes a fairly comfortable place to sunbathe. I put on a tight swimsuit, lathered myself up with slightly coconut flavoured suntan lotion, and grabbed my laptop and a good book. While soaking up the rays, I went online to check out the action. I live in a West Coast city which is great except that there aren’t many black guys, and I have a huge turn-on for black guys. Top or bottom, it’s all good, but gotta be black. After logging in I saw some of the usual suspects including one guy I’d seen on and off for a while. His profile name was EbonyTop38. He was a bit taller than me at 5’11, muscled at 195lbs, and had a 9’cut cock. I’d messaged him a couple of times in the past, but likely he got a ton of messages every time he logged in so my messages may have gotten lost in the crowd. What the hell, I thought. I’ll try again and see what happens.

-This weather is doing something to my sex drive. Do you think putting your cock in my mouth would help?

To my surprise he responded back in a few moments. -We could definitely do that if you plan on doing it for a while.

Fuck! I had the attention of the hottest black stud in town! We messaged and it turns out he was waiting for a friend to drop off something and then would be meeting others to head out of town for a few days of camping. He said he’d let me know once his friend arrived and may be to squeeze into me before leaving.

-Boy you have a nice bum. Are you just into oral?

-I do like to get it on occasion… I might be persuaded 😉

-Meeting with a friend at 12:30 for 20-30 minutes. You’ll have to text me before coming by. I may be done sooner if that’s cool. I’ll text you when the coast is clear. I’m Colin.

We exchanged phone numbers and my head was spinning in anticipation. I turned over and wriggled my ass in anticipation for a moment. Then I got up, brought my things inside, and took a hot shower. I lubed myself up with some silicon-based lube and fingered myself. Hell, I was ready to go! I needed something a lot bigger than fingers up there.

After getting dressed in a tight tank-top, Ed Hardy briefs, and shorts, I grabbed my bike and headed along the beach towards his building, texting him along the way to see where he was with his friends. They’s left early so I was to come on over.

I locked up my bike near a park beach kiosk and crossed the street to his building. After punching in the number, he buzzed me in directly. With growing anticipation I took the elevator to his floor and knocked on the door.

The door pulled back and there was possibly the sexiest black stud I’d ever seen. He was careful to stand behind the door so the neighbours couldn’t see him. He was standing in blue rugby shorts and nothing else. -Hey Michael, come on in.-

I stepped in and he closed the door and started kissing me furiously. He towered over me like some kind of African god. He looked even better than his profile pics. Colin pulled up my shirt which we then dropped on a chair as we moved into the bedroom. He was like a machine with intense sexual energy as he continued to kiss me and feel me up, his hands moving lower to my ass. I bent down and sucked on his right nipple, which was huge and erect, the size of the tip of my pointer finger. As I sucked it his whole body sank down for a moment in pleasure before he composed himself and stood up. I felt his tenting pole under the shorts. Fuck but it was big! I slowly pulled his cock out of his shorts and fell to my knees to give it my full attention. His cock was huge with a nice big juicy rounded head, just the way I like. The shaft was thick with an upward curve and got really big at the shaft. With my right hand I cupped his heavy balls while I lightly traced my fingers up and down the shaft. Within a few seconds I plunged my mouth down on that huge dick. As his head went into my mouth I started tonguing around it and slid my tongue down the shaft as it continued in. As my nose got closer to his pubic hair and stomach, I smelled a deep clean musky man scent. There was no way I could fit that monster all the way in my mouth. After a few minutes of oral ecstasy I made my way up his stomach to the other nipple, then past his chin to the lips. As I moved my way up Colin’s hand grabbed my ass cheeks and his middle finger found my hole and slipped in to the first knuckle.

-Bend over.

I did as I was told. He slipped on a condom and grabbed some Swiss Navy that he liberally applied with a couple of thrusts of his finger into my ass. He then pushed his big knob at my hole. It was too big. I turned around and asked if we could start on my back as that was usually easier for me. -No problem, but it is going in.- Colin moved forward on his knees grabbing and moving my legs over his shoulders. With one hand he guided his sheathed sword at my hold where it rapidly slid in about an inch. His thighs were at my ass and lower back and were like tree trunks, heavily muscled like the rest of him. The shaft slowly slid in another few inches. God I wanted this cock! I willed myself to open and pushed my ass up along his cock till the rest of it was in my and his pubes were rubbing against my smooth white ass.

-Ooh yeah! Nice tight ass.

Colin quickly started pumping my ass. As he thrust in it felt like I was going to explode and as soon as he pulled out I wanted it back. My ass was convulsing around his cock.

-Yeah. We are so doing this again. – he moaned as he kept pumping in and out. I snaked out my hands and squeezed and played with his big nips which made him go wild and really start fucking my ass. The sweat was dripping down my neck.

Colin pulled my left leg over to his other shoulder and twisted me onto my side while keeping his dick up my ass. Pretty soon I was flipped onto me stomach and he grabbed my hips and pulled my up onto my knees and continued fucking me. I later learned that doggy was his favorite position. My dick was rock-hard as his thrusts made it swing wildly back and forth. I held myself up with my arms straight down and enjoyed the sensation of rocking forward and back again while this piston rammed into me again and again. I couldn’t believe my ass had opened up this much – he was thrustin and bustin me up!

I glanced back over my shoulder to see Colin thrusting his black cock in and out of my white ass. I would see my tan line separating my tan with my paler ass and his dark ebony skin. His hands were both up playing with his nipples and his eyes were closed as his concentration was on what his big dick was doing to my butt. After a few minutes of getting my ass tore up my arms collapsed and I laid my head on the bed while my ass was high and exposed to the dark battering ram pumping rhythmically through me. I could hear each thump as his pubes and stomach smacked against my ass. I looked down and back and could see his massive black thighs past my legs moving back and forth. I lost track of time as I took in the sensation of being filled and fucked.

Eventually, my knees gave out under this pressure and I had to turn around. I pulled forward and felt his cock pop out of my ass. I turned around and laid back.

-I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to take that. I was hoping, but you did much better than I was expecting.

He reached down and sucked my dick for a minute then brought his face over to mine and kissed me again, his tongue probing inside my mouth. While I couldn’t see, he reached down and pushed me at an angle from him and then started finger-fucking me again. His tongue disengaged and was quickly replaced with his cock which I hungrily ate up. I used my hand to pump his shaft while the head and upper shaft pumped my mouth. After a few thrusts his cock swelled up and got even harder. Suddenly my mouth was full of his warm cum as he grunted and groaned. He came so much it dripped onto my chest. I quickly swallowed what I could and continued lapping at his cock, polishing it clean. Finally he laid down next to me and put his arm around my neck behind me pulling up tight next to me. I could feel his body heat and muscles against me. His still fat cock laid across my thigh and his other hand continued finger-fucking my ass. I started stroking myself and within a minute erupted over my stomach.

We laid together for a couple of minutes before I got up and took a shower. After I got out I kissed him and got dressed, knowing he had to hurry to meet his friends who were coming by to pick him up to go camping. At the door, he kissed me.

-That was good. I so enjoy your extra tight ASS. Keep it out of trouble, it’s mine now.

As I left I saw his upper chest glisten with my cum. As I was waiting for the elevator, I saw someone head towards his apartment and knock on the door. Guess his friends had arrived!

I walked from his building towards the beach, actually the gay beach, where I laid down for some more sunbathing and recuperated from my ass-pounding workout. I hoped noone else would notice I was freshly fucked.

I write this to an old friend, a friend I knew for only one night. But the memory of that night and his brief friendship will live as long as I do. This is almost a true story; the details are a little fuzzy now, and the dialog is… well, the essence of what I remember (and I’ll never forget ‘the rides like a stallion’ part.. ‘Grin’). I did use ‘dramatic license’ to write a, hopefully, interesting tale. But this story does reflect the essence of what transpired that night, so long ago. It comes straight from my heart, straight to you, Kirk.

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About Kirk

His ad was in one of those old-style massage-escort-sex papers you used to see. ’24, Blonde, smooth, 7 inches uncut, and rides like a stallion. Call Kirk at…’ I remember it was 1975; I was a young enlisted man in the Air Force, stationed south of San Francisco. There was no military base there, so everyone lived in town. It was a great time and a great place to be discovering one’s sexuality. It was late one winter evening, and I was off for the next two days; I called his number in the ad.

‘Sure, come on up, Steve. It’s 35 dollars, you know?’ Kirk said.

‘Okay, I’ll be up there in an hour or so,’ I said.

I quickly showered and dressed, and then put on my baggy pair of green nylon riding pants; they had a neoprene rubber lining, to keep out the wind. I added my olive-green field jacket and my riding gloves. I looked funny, but the getup kept the freezing wind off me as I rode my new motorcycle up the peninsula to ‘The City’.

I arrived at his address and stared warily up the narrow driveway towards the apartment building. I was inexperienced with my new bike, and I was nervous about riding up the steep driveway between the parked cars. So I parked at the bottom of the drive, removed my helmet, and walked up to the apartment building.

I knocked on the door and I heard someone yell, ‘Come in!’ I opened the door and there he was, in the bedroom just to the left of the front door, lying in his bed. He was trim and well muscled, his blonde hair hanging down to his shoulders, a chiseled masculine face that was clean-shaven. His smooth broad chest was nicely tanned, even though it was the middle of winter. I felt intimidated by this gorgeous man. I saw myself as a geeky-looking, shorthaired, military mutt compared to him, or so I thought then.

He looked at me and a derisive grin crossed his face, and he snorted; a small chuckle to himself. I knew I looked ridiculous in my field jacket and green nylon pants, and I felt the heat of a blush rise up to my face. I got control of myself and walked into his room.

He was chatting on the phone with a friend. He was covered from the waist down with a blanket, one hand holding the phone, and the other hidden under that blanket. I removed my field jacket and sat down on the edge of the bed to remove my boots and socks, then stood again as I stepped out of my riding pants. He lay there the whole time, smirking at me, while I got out of my goofy riding suit. I sat down on the edge of his bed for a moment, my head hanging low, afraid I was about to be rejected, again. I felt him reach out and lay his hand on my Levis.

‘Wow! You’re so warm, after riding all that way?’ He said. His smirk had vanished, and he smiled.

‘Yeah, it looks funny, but it keeps me warm.’ I said, grinning.

‘Hey man, take off you’re clothes, and get comfortable.’ He said.

He was still talking on the phone as I stood and began to strip. Since joining the Air Force, I’d become a major gym-rat, working out almost daily. While I wasn’t in the bodybuilder category, I was in good shape at 180 pounds. I stood and turned to face him, and I pulled off the long-sleeved tee I was wearing, revealing my thick arms. The auburn hair that would later identify me as ‘Bear’ already covered my solid pecs and chunky abdomen.

He suddenly said ‘goodbye’, and hung up the phone. His other hand started moving slightly under the blanket. He was now staring directly at me.

I unbuttoned my Levis, they fell around my feet and I stepped out of them. He stared openly at my big thighs and calves; I’d been working them hard for the past couple of years, and it showed. I looked into his blue-grey eyes, as I slowly pulled down my white briefs, and a lustful smile grew on his face as his eyes zeroed-in on my cut cock, which was quickly becoming hard. I stood before him naked, watching him as he ogled me with his lust-filled eyes, and it was clear to me that he liked my hairy 21-year-old body. It felt good.

He pulled back the blanket as I stepped over and slipped into his bed, and then I saw that his ad spoke the truth. His cock, already fully hard, was at least 7 inches long and nicely thick, with a long foreskin almost fully covering the head. Mine is just an average cock, and looking at his magnificent member, I was feeling a little inadequate. I shuddered nervously as I reached over to stroke it with my hand.

‘You, okay man?’ He said.

It was then that I revealed my little secret. ‘Sorry, it’s just– I’ve never been fucked before.’ I mumbled, embarrassed.

‘No shit! Really?’ He asked. He was running his hand over my shoulder and arm.

‘Yeah, it’s true,’ I said, nervously, staring at his cock, afraid to look up, ‘I hope you won’t throw me out, I…’

Kirk suddenly froze, and I turned to look at him. He was staring at me dumbfounded, his head tilting slightly, like I was moron or something. But then, he squeezed my thick bicep, and he smiled wickedly.

‘I’d love to be your first one.’ He said.

How fucking naïve could I be? Here I was, offering this guy my virgin ass, and I thought he wouldn’t be interested? I was SO, ‘young, dumb, and full of cum;’ I truly had no idea what was about to happen.

I had, however, sucked cock before, and I was anxious to taste my first uncut dick. So I leaned over and slowly pushed the foreskin back with my tongue and licked his silky helmet for the first time. It was wonderful, salty with a deep musky scent, like uncut always has. As I started to suck his cockhead, he spoke again.

‘I like your haircut, it’s very masculine.’ He said, stroking my hair.

‘Thanks, but I don’t have much choice there.’ I said. We all wanted long hair back then.

I worked to suck more of that fat uncut dick into my mouth as he rolled over and returned the favor. We were sixty-nining like old friends in no time. I licked and sucked on his beautiful shaft, playing with the foreskin covering the head, making him moan. I sucked his balls into my mouth and rolled them around with my tongue. He worked my cock like the expert he obviously was, making me quake in sweet agony, and I tried to give him as much pleasure he was giving me.

I looked down the front of my chest, and up his rippled six-pack, to watch his mouth slurping on my dick, and wanted to blow right then. But somehow he knew just when to stop, so I wouldn’t blow my load. I went back to work on his pole and tried to force more of it down my throat repeatedly, gagging a little on his length.

Pulling away from me, he sat up and turned, and picking up my head he french-kissed me, forcing his tongue deep in my mouth. I felt his hot breath on my cheek, as our tongues wrestled. Moaning into his mouth, I kissed him back hard.

He broke away and returned to my cock, and I to his. We played and sucked on each other like that for quite a while. Both of our cocks getting harder, throbbing, dripping, twitching.

He had turned the lights out by now, and cold moonlight poured across the floor of his room and up onto the bed. He laid me on my back and he started to play gently with my cherry hole. I moaned; I hadn’t realized before that it would feel this good. He wet his finger with spit and started to probe inside my ass. I twitched a little bit.

‘Please don’t hurt me, Kirk.’ I murmured.

‘Promise.’ He said.

Kirk massaged his finger into my asshole and soon it had relaxed around his knuckle, so he grabbed some lube from the nightstand and started working it inside of me. Little electric shocks were radiating from my butt and were making me so hot and horny that I scooted over and started sucking on his cock again, while he finger-fucked me. He gently worked two, and then three, fingers into me, stretching my ring more each time.

He pulled his fingers out of me and then moved around, kneeling between my legs. As he knelt there, the moonlight bathed him from behind, his long thick manhood standing proud, curving upward slightly, its broad head glistening in the dark as he stroked a thick coating of lube over it with his fist.

The moment had arrived and I squirmed, a little fearful.

‘Relax Steve, you’ll be fine.’ Kirk said gently, as he grinned at me. ‘I’m gonna make your first fuck the best you’ll ever have.’

He lifted my feet up over his shoulders and leaned in, his slippery shaft prying open my buttocks. I felt his glans straining against my tight virgin pucker, demanding entry. ‘Now as I push in, you push back–‘ he instructed, ‘like you’re taking a shit, okay?’

‘Okay,’ I said and I pushed out with my ass. Instantly, his fat cockhead popped through my sphincter. ‘Uhhh, Ahhh!’ I moaned, feeling the initial pain for the first time.

‘Okay, now– just relax, and we’ll work it in together.’ He said.

For the next few minutes, that is exactly what we did. He started sliding in and out gently, a little further each time, adding lube as he went. I thought it would be more painful; I’d heard it might hurt really badly the first time, but he was very patient and gentle. It wasn’t long though, before I realized his nutsack was bouncing against my ass. His 7-inch sabre had sunk into me all the way to the hilt! I could feel his thickness filling me up and it felt so damn good inside me. I guess I whimpered slightly.

‘Are you Okay?’ He asked, leaning over me, looking at me carefully.

‘I can’t believe– oh, it feels so good!’ I panted out the words heavily.

‘Oh, it’s gonna feel better, babe!’ He teased, and leaning down, kissed me deeply again.

While he continued kissing me, Kirk began ‘The Fuck’. He pulled out almost all the way, and then slowly, gently, slid back in; repeating the movement a few times. I would feel so empty when he pulled out, and then so good each time he stuffed his thick log inside me again. Every time his cockhead hit my prostate, powerful jolts slammed into my brain, and echoed through every nerve in my body. I didn’t even know what a prostate was, at the time. My breathing became ragged, my heart pounded in my chest, my head started swimming, and my body felt like it was on fire!

‘Oh FUCK!’ I hissed. ‘You feel so good inside me!’

Gradually, Kirk started to pick up the pace, always watching me. I guess he was looking for any signs of trouble. While I remember a few uncomfortable moments, he seemed to sense my mood and he never really hurt me. He fucked me as if he was feeling everything I was feeling in the moment, and he never seemed to go too far, or too fast. As my chute relaxed more and more he increased the pace and the depth. Soon, I started pushing back, feeding him my hole, urging him to fuck deeper into me.

Then, for the first time in my life, I heard these words leave my lips. ‘Fuck me Kirk! Fuck me good, man!’ I growled.

Kirk smiled and started to fuck me in earnest. For at least the next hour, Kirk fucked me in many different ways. After starting face to face, he then rolled me onto my side and lifting one of my legs, shoved his fuckpole back into me sideways. He plowed into me like that for a long time. I lay there moaning with pleasure; he stroked my cock, while he slammed into my manhole.

He rolled me over onto my stomach and knelt between my legs, forcing my legs apart. ‘Lift your butt up higher.’ He said as he leaned over my back, his hands on either side of me.

I lifted my ass off the bed and I felt him slide smoothly into me again, and I sighed, ‘Goddamn, your dick feels so good.’

He pumped his thick prong into me, and I kept lifting my butt to meet his thrusts. He was smacking my buttocks with his torso, almost spanking my ass.

‘Damn! I love your ass! ..so fuckin’ tight!’ He said panting.

‘Goddamn, that feels so good– fuck me– fuckin’ please– don’t stop! I groaned.

He kept on fucking me like that, long-dicking my ass, until his arms started to shake. He pulled out of me as he rose up onto his knees.

‘Get up on you hands and knees, Steve.’ He ordered. ‘Time for some doggy-style.. ‘

I rose up and braced myself on my hands.

‘Hold it right there!’ Kirk said in a commanding tone. He grabbed my pelvis, and he shoved all 7 inches of his steel crowbar into my manhole, hard. I gasped and bounced forward a bit, but then I backed up again sliding my asslips down over his shaft as he pulled me back with his hands.

Now upright, Kirk started thrusting into me wildly, reaming out my guts with his thick manmeat. We both moaned each time he hit bottom. I soon got into the rhythm, humping my butt back to meet his pistoning shaft. His pelvis made that ‘slap, slap, slap’ sound against my ass. We fucked each other like that until my arms began to give out.

I dropped down onto my elbows, lowering my head down onto the bed, which forced my ass up higher. He laid his hands on top of my butt, and getting up into a squat, he plowed into me again, rocking back and forth on his heels, as his cock pummeled my, now very willing, hole. I grunted like a pig with each slap of his nuts against my own.

When his legs started to weaken, he pulled out and laid me on my back again.

‘Oh fuck– Kirk– please, don’t stop.’ I begged.

‘Don’t worry man, I’m lovin’ that tight little ass of yours; gonna fuck you ’till you scream.’ He said, as he was lining up again.

His crowbar split me open again and he resumed his pounding. I was ready for it by then, and he pumped every inch of his lovemuscle hard and deep inside me. He never seemed to tire and I loved every fucking minute of it.

Kirk raised my ass higher lifting my back off the bed, so he could stand directly over me and fuck straight down into me. It felt so hot having him fuck me like that, all of his weight concentrated into his fucktool, drilling into my hole. I lay there in ecstasy, not really understanding all that I was feeling. He fucked me for long minutes like that, and he must have known what was about to happen. I was so hot and horny; I didn’t realize what was happening until I felt something hot and wet hit my face.

‘WHAT THE FUCK! I’m cumming?’ I said, surprised.

‘There you go, baby.’ He crooned.

I was amazed; I hadn’t even touched myself. It had never even occurred to me I could cum just from being fucked. He rammed into me hard, and the cum gushed from my hose, splattering all over my chest and face. I came more than I think I ever had before, and it felt so intense and powerful. It was glorious!

He got his scream. ‘OH– FUCK!’ I howled.

Kirk reached down and scooped some cum off my chest, licking it off his fingers; then he raked up more and fed it to me. He never missed a beat, always keeping up his pace, pounding his raging cock into me while I panted in orgasmic bliss.

As I came down off my orgasm, his thick ramrod pounding into me started feeling a little uncomfortable; but now, I was determined not to show it. I wanted to give him the best orgasm I could, just like he had given me. I wanted to feel him shoot his load inside me. So, even though his thickness was hurting just a bit now, I grinned, and I egged him on.

‘Come on Kirk, give me that cock!’ I demanded. ‘Shoot your load in my ass!’

Still holding me up off the bed, he started slamming into me like a wild animal, plunging the full length of his shaft furiously in and out of my quivering pucker. I just relaxed as much as I could, and let him have his way with me for as long as he wanted. He had loosened me up real good, and every time he hit my prostate, it felt like I was cumming a little bit each time. I looked up into his eyes as he was ramming into me and a little grin crossed his face.

‘Ya like that, Steve?’ He teased.

‘Oh YEAH, man! I love it!’ I almost shouted.

Kirk lowered my buttocks back down onto the bed and leaned over my chest, his face close to mine. He kissed me deeply, as his snake found my fuckhole and slammed into me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and pushed back onto his cock with each stroke. He fucked me like that for far longer than I would have thought a man could. Time stood still while he power-fucked me with his hooded sword. The pain was long gone, and every thrust was pure pleasure. He rode me, just like the stallion he claimed he was in his ad, and I huffed in ecstasy each time his cock hit rock bottom. Sweat dripped from his body, and mixed with mine. I wished it would never end.

Eventually though, Kirk started to puff and grunt, and I could tell, it wasn’t gonna be long. He pushed himself up onto his arms, and I reached up and caressed his face and chest, as his furious thrusting reached its peak. He started to grimace, and I was really getting off, watching him slide over the edge.

‘D–Do it– Kirk! Fu– Fuckin’– cu– cum in my ass!’ I stuttered from his pummeling.

My words pushed him over the edge. Kirk started to groan and shake; I grabbed his shoulders to steady him. He jackhammered his stonecutter’s chisel into me hard, three or four more times, then with all his might, he buried his throbbing manhood deep into my hot tunnel.

‘AWWWW– FUCK– YEAH!’ He yelled.

His cannon fired, and his scalding cum blasted into my guts, like bullets. It felt like fire was spreading inside me as he pumped the huge load out of his balls. I held him up by his shoulders, watching him pant and sway unsteadily in the midst of his orgasm. Little shudders and jerks shot through his body, thumping my prostate through his cock, as he rode the waves of pleasure. As Kirk came down from his Nut, he looked down into my eyes and a huge smile spread across his face.

‘Fuckin’ INCREDIBLE!’ He said.

I lowered him down gently onto my chest. He reached up, grabbing my face, and kissed me hard and deep, his dick softening slowly, still buried deep in my ass.

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When it was over, I expected Kirk to ask me to pay him and leave, but he surprised me when he asked me to spend the night with him. We showered together, washing each other gently. We dried off and got dressed, and he helped me push my damn bike up the driveway into his garage. We went back inside, stripped again, and returned to his bed.

We talked and played with each other for a while, but we had worn each other out pretty good, and it wasn’t long before he started dozing off. But I was so charged up from what I had just experienced, I couldn’t sleep. I remember getting up to piss and talking for a few minutes to his roommate, another hustler, but I soon returned quietly to his bed. While I snuggled close beside him, I lay there for a very long time before I finally fell asleep.

Kirk rode motorcycles too, and so the next morning we took a short ride together, side by side, as I rode out of town. He eventually peeled off and I never saw or spoke to him again. Looking back on it now, I deeply regret that I never did.

Epilogue

It is now Christmas Day, 35 years since that night I became a man. I have wondered, for a long time now, what happened to the man I knew as Kirk. I know now that, when we met, it was only a few years before the terrible plague would begin, striking down so many of our friends and loved ones. Knowing that, if he remained in his ‘profession’, there was a good chance that he may have become one of the fallen. I can only pray that wasn’t his fate.

There is no way I can think of now, to find out what really happened to him, except to tell this story, with the hope that ‘Kirk’ is still alive, and can read it, and remember. Therefore, I cast this ‘message in a bottle’ into ‘the sea’, hoping that it will reach its destination. So Kirk, if you are still out there, let me know you’re all right, send me a message.

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Kirk,

I know that wasn’t your real name, but it’s all I know. I doubt we would even recognize each other now, all these years later. I hope you are still well and can read this and remember the guy in the goofy looking suit, who came to your place that night, so long ago. I hope you can remember the lame guy that you had to help to push his goddamn motorcycle up into your garage.

I want you to know I have long realized what an amazing gift you gave to me that night. I hope you enjoyed taking my virgin ass, as much as I enjoyed giving it to you. I tried to take it like a man. Was I as brave, or did I act as cool, as I portrayed above? I’m sure I didn’t. Was it the best fuck I ever had? That may well be. It was, most certainly, the very best first fuck any man could wish for.

Kirk, you could have been a punk; taken my money, fucked me, and threw me out. Instead, the compassion and tenderness you shared with me that night, is a lasting joy, that I have remembered, that I will remember, my entire life. No amount of money changing hands can ever tarnish that memory. With real love from my heart, I thank you my friend.

Steve.

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