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‘Matt Dawson?’ he asked after he pulled into the driveway of my new older home.

‘Yep, that’s me,’ I replied.

As he stepped out of his truck, he said, ‘I’m Josh Rivers. I understand you need some electrical work.’

‘Yea, big time. I bought this place but before the bank will fund it, all the aluminum wiring has to be switched out for copper.’

‘Aluminum wiring is nothing but a fire waiting to happen. The boss assigned me to your job so let’s go see what we can do for you.’

I looked Josh over and my heart raced. He was close to six-three, broad musculal shoulders and chest, slim waist, and large muscular legs. His head was shaved and he had a dark blond goatee and moustach. The smug tanktop he wore gave evidence of a nice hairy chest. I had to find some way to get this Greek looking God into my bed.

I followed Josh into the house checking out his firm round ass in his snug jeans. ‘Yum’ I thought.

He checked the entire house and took measurments. Finally, after two hours, he spoke up, saying, ‘It doesn’t look good.’

‘What do you mean by that?’ I asked, as we headed back out onto the front porch, where there was a cooling breeze.

‘This is a beauiful old home and is in excellent condiion except for the damned wiring. The easiest way to correct your problem is also the most expensive.’

‘That’s not a problem. I have more than enough to cover any expenses. I’ll be honest with you, I could have paid cash for the house but decided to finance it instead.’

‘Mr. Dawson, if you don’t mind me asking, what did you pay for the house?’

First, please call me Matt. We’re damn near the same age.’ He smiled and I continued, saying, ‘They were asking two hundred ninety thousand but I got it for two hundred sixty-five thousand.’

‘You got a bargain,’ he told me,

‘What is the easiest solution?’ I asked.

‘Completely gut the interior taking everything down to the studs. It will be a lot easier and quicker that way. We can also check throughly for any termite damage. After the wiring is complete, new wallboard can be installed, then I’ll finish up putting in the recepticles.’

‘When it’s gutted, will I be able to add more outlets?’

‘Definately,’ he replied.

I was trying to think of any way possible to keep him working longer. I had to have time to devise a scheme to get him in my bed.

‘When can you start?’

‘I can start tomorrow if you like.’

‘How many will beon your crew?’

‘I’ll get our guys in to rip out all the wallboard tomorrow. I’ll be supervising it, but when it comes to the electrical work, I’ll do that alone. I don’t want any other here that might possibly take short cuts. I take pride in my work.’

‘Great,’ I said. ‘Tomorrow it all begins.’

‘Matt, how much property was included in the sale?’

‘Inside the walled compound is five acres. I’m negotiating on the wooded property surrounding it.’

‘Nice. I love the privacy that you have here. These old estates really believed in that. With the large shrubs and twisting drive, you can’t even see he house from the road.’

‘I know. That’s why I wanted it so bad.’

We talked and he asked what I did.

‘I own Dawson Manufacturing.’

‘What? You’re shitting me. At your age?’

‘I inherited it when my dad was killed a year ago. I’m President and CEO but I have people running it for me.’

‘I see.’

I asked about him and he said he had been an electrician in the Navy and went to work for the company when he got out. He said he was twenty-eight and single with no girlfriend at the present time, alhough he had been engaged.

‘Josh, I’ll se you in the morning.’

‘Great. I’m looking forward to working with you Matt, but there is just one stipulation.’

‘What’s that?’

‘When you’re completely finished and are settled, I’d love to be invited to see the results.’

‘Definately. You’ll be welcome anytime, even without an invitation.’

He smiled and got into his truck and left. I had to have him somehow. I’d never paid for sex before, but if I had to do it to get him I would.

The next morning I arrived at the property early.

Josh soon arrived with his crew. they went to work immediately ripping our the interior of the old home. I had put all the anique furniture into storage.

Shortly after ten, my delivery arrived. Josh stopped to watch as a large camping trailer was delivered and set up.

‘That for you?’ he asked.

‘Yep. I plan to stay here and keep an eye on things. I trust you completely but you nevr know what might happen during the night.’

‘I agree. Smart idea.’

By days end, the interior was completely gutted. The crew did their cleanup and left. I asked if Josh was done for the day and he said yes.

‘Well, in that case how about a beer?’

‘Fuck, man, you got a deal.’

We walked around to he back and sat by the sparkling pool.

After a while, he said he needed to be going because he had over an hurs drive to his apartment.

‘Josh,’ I began, ‘you saw how big the camper is. If you want, you can bring clothes out tomorrow and stay here with me and not have that drive twice a day.’

‘Matt, you serious?’

‘Hell yea. I think we’d get along great and it would give you more working time.’

‘Hey, thanks. I’ll definately give it some thought. See you tomorrow.’

‘Be safe,’ I said.

After he left, I stripped down and went for a swim, wishing that he was with me. After a few minutes of enjoying the cool water, I got out and lay on a lounge.

Moments later I heard, ‘Oh shit! Sorry.’

Startled, I turned to see Josh standing nearby.

‘Sorry for barging back in, but I wanted to ask how early you got up. I didn’t want to wake you if I arrived too early,’ he said as i stepped back into my shorts.

‘No, I’m sorry if I offended you. The water was just too inviting.’

‘I undersand that, and you didn’t offend me in the least. I got used to seeing guys naked in the Navy on board ship.’

‘Good, and I’m usually up no later than six. I’ll have coffee waiting and I’ll be dressed.’

‘hey man, no problem. It’s your place and if you enjoy going nude do it. You won’t offend me.’

‘We’ll see,’ I replied.

The next morning I did indeed have a big poy of coffee ready and waiting when he arrived. He arrived moments later and pulled to a stop near the house. After unloading his equipnemt, he pulled the truck closer to the camper.

‘Is that offer of staying here still good?’

‘It sure is,’ I replied.

Smiling, he reached into his truck and began unloading his clothes. I helped him get them put away efore we sat down for coffee.

A short time later he was busy at his job, cutting

and pulling out the old wiring. I had him break for lunch and rest. After eating he immediately went back to work.

At five I made him stop for the day. When he walked up I handed him a beer. Walking to the pool patio I said, ‘New rule. You will work eight to four and take an hour for lunch.’

‘Fine, but the longer it takes me the more it cost you.’

‘That’s okay,’ I replied.

Moments later, I stood and removed my shirt, shorts, and shoes and hit the water totally naked.

‘Why don’t you join me?’ I asked.

Hesmiled and seconds later, he dove into the pool also naked.

When he was near me he laughed and said, ‘I haven’t been skinny dipping with anyone since my early teens. Me and a buddy were up the creek from where I grew up and went skinny dipping one day. We got to wrestling around and both got boners. We laughed about it and got out and lay on the bank and jerked off. Just after we got dressed, my dad walked up. We damn near got caught.’

‘Man, that’s wild. Did you two ever do it again?’

‘Hell no. I’m sure dad knew what we had done and I didn’t want to chance getting caught.’

After a moment, he said, ‘Matt, you are the first person I’ve ever tld that story to, but it just seemed the natural thing to do.’

‘I’m glad you are that comfortable around me.’

‘I am. It seems like we’re old friends. I’ve never gotten this close to anyone this soon before.’

We got out and lay on lounges side by side, remaining nude. After a moment he reached up and rubbed his shoulders.

‘Something wrong?’ I asked.

‘Oh, just a little stiff,’ he replied.

I go up and pulled the cushion off my lounge, placing it on the patio. Looking at him, I said, ‘Lay down on your stomach.’

He did and I straddled him basically sitting on his hairy firm round ass cheeks. I began rubbing his shoulders and he moaned softly, ‘Oh damn, that feels good.’

‘Just relax,’ I said softly.

I massaged his neck and shoulders thenmoved down to hi back. Later I moved lower to his waist then the backs of his upper thighs, working my hands beween his legs and gently touching his large round balls.

When I reached his ankles, I told him to turn over.

‘Uh, okay but I have to warn you, Junior decided to wake up.’

‘Big fucking deal,’ I replied.

He turned over and his cock was rock hard and close to eight inches long. I simply began massaging his legs, then stomach, chest and neck. Moving back down, I took a deep breath and slowly lifted his cock.

TO BE CONTINUED…….

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After their trip to the movies, Simon and Jessie went out to eat. Jessie wanted to pay – against Simons wishes. But with a quick glare, Simon let him pay. After their late lunch, they went back to Jessie’s house.

‘So did you have a nice time tonight?’ Jessie asked.

‘Yeah. Totally the most fun I’ve had in awhile.’

‘Well, it’s not over yet.’ Jessie pulled Simon close to his face. (About an inch away.) ‘I’m not tired and its only three ‘o’clock in the afternoon let’s party.’

Before Simon could reply Jessie’s phone rang breaking the silence. Jessie answered,

‘Hello, there’s no one else that can do it? Fine I guess, but you owe me. K fine. See you then.’

Putting his phone away Simon said, ‘It was work, they want me to go in for a few hours. Normally I would’ve said no but there paying me double. And the extra’s non tax deductible. I should be back around 7 maybe 8. So chill out here, make yourself at home, and when I come back we can have some more fun.’

Simon agreed after watching TV for a few minutes decided that fun was going to be an understatement. Jessie liked being dominate in sex, but he also liked to explore sexually. So Simon quickly drove himself to the mall hoping it was still there. it was the ‘it’ Simon referred to was a pair if leather black pants with a matching open sleeveless vest that showed off his chest. Purchasing them he left top go back to Simon’s stopping at a supermarket on they way there. When he got there, he got the house ready for his plan.

Jessie walked in the front door of his house tired after work but still energetic enough to have some ‘fun.’ The first thing he noticed was a piece of square lined notebook paper hanging on the ceiling fan of the living room. He noticed it was dangling on a piece of string. The note said:

Come upstairs.

Intrigued he decided to listen to the note. He walked upstairs seeing a note on the wall at the edge of the steps. It was on top of a glittery red arrow pointing to the direction of his bedroom. He read the second note:

Follow the arrow to your room.

He walked with a wondering mind. In his room he found a note with a comfy spin chair on wheels. He read the last one:

Take off all your clothes (except your socks) put the blindfold on, and sit and wait for me.

He did what the note said disrobing revealing a thick semi-erect beauty of a dick. He left his socks on as per the note – Simon’s request. He was sitting in the chair for about three seconds, before he heard the door close and heavy footsteps taking a few steps closer.

‘Good, you listened. Very good.’ He walked behind him positioning his arms behind the chair handcuffing his wrists behind the chair with two clicks.

‘Trying to be kinky huh?’ Jessie said smiling.

‘Who said I was just trying.’ He whispered with blowing breaths behind his ear. ‘close your eyes.’ Jessie felt his blindfold being lifted from his face. Hearing a few footsteps then ‘ok.’ he opened his eyes. His expression was full of disbelief. He thought he was looking at a supernatural being. Simon was wearing the black leather outfit he purchased earlier that day, along with black cut off boots. With his think semi long black hair, and untanned skin face he almost looked like a dark angel.

Simon turned around revealing his toned ass enhanced through the pants. Jessie’s dick – was long hard before he opened his eyes – now appeared to have a smear of precum out of the slit on the head of his cock. Simon walked towards Jessie smiling a sexy dark smile. He touched Jessie’s shoulder with a blue-feathered tickler, which Jessie hadn’t noticed before. He giggled, but Simon saw something else in his eyes. He leaned in front of his face whispering ‘Shh.’ His breath lightly touching his lips. ‘Don’t be nervous since you’re a good boy I’m not gonna hit you very hard or anything.’ He spoke in a soft normal voice. That seemed to calm Jessie making him relax more. Simon could see excitement in his intense lust filled eyes. he continued with the tickler then lightly tapped him on various parts of his body. He responded with some grunts and moans. Simon then got own his knees took Jessie’s dick in his mouth and teased it.

‘Ahh. Fuck like that.’ After a few seconds, Simon got up. ‘Awe. What you doin’ that was perfect.’ Jessie whined almost pouting.

‘Just teasing you. Relax I’ll go back in a minute.’ He grabbed Jessie’s right leg massaging it, working his way down to his foot. He massaged his sock covered foot, making Jessie groan in pleasure. Removed the sock then repeating with his left leg/foot.

By that point Jessie was so hard that his dick looked even bigger than his normal almost 10 inches. He went back to the tip of his dick noticing it was wet with his spit and more precum. He put it in his mouth sucking it some more then slowly went down deeper on it relaxing his throat. Jessie felt the most feel of his mouth and the tongue teasing the head trying to drive him wild, which it did.

He was bobbing up and down his dick like a lollipop the moist sucking slurping sounds being replaced with the shout ‘I’m gonna cum!’ Simon took his cum and swallowed it. ‘Fuck that was perfect! K now you can take off the handcuffs.’

Simon smiled saying, ‘Now who’s giving the orders.’

‘What the hell are you talking about? Get these fucking handcuffs off of me.’ He was struggling against them to no use; they were on tighter than a dick on a virgin’s ass. And they both knew how tight that was.

‘Shh. Be a good boy like you’ve been so far.’ He grabbed his head kissing him on the lips. ‘The fun isn’t over yet.’ He spun the top of the chair around. The spin lasted around 2 and ½ turns. Then he stopped it. ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’

‘I want to fuck you.’ Jessie emphasized the ‘you.’

‘Fine come on.’ He undid one of the handcuffs leaving one own so he could lead him to the bed. He pushed him on cuffing him to the headboard. The click signaled it was tight. He laid down beside him slowly inching himself under Jessie.

‘What the hell are you doing?’

‘I’m going to fuck you.’

‘I said I wanted to fuck you. ‘

‘I know and I said fine.’

‘So what the hell are you doing?’

‘Oh, well I said fine. I didn’t say yes.’ He added, ‘Don’t worry you’ll like it.’

‘FUCK NO! I’ve never been fucked before’

‘Aww that’s cute. But you can handle it. Now you’re going to feel a slight pinch.’ He removed his pants which wasn’t an easy thing to accomplish since they were almost skin tight. He managed taking the lube out. He lubed Jessie’s tight hole shoving in 1 then 2 then 3 fingers in. Jessie moaned when the 3rd finger was inserted. He lubed his dick then before he placed it in he felt Jessie tense up.

‘Shh. Now be a god boy. It’ll hurt but then feel better soon. Trust me.’ He shoved his 7 inch dick slowly in Jessie’s ass.

‘Ahh! Fuck!’ he groaned as it was inching in deeper and deeper. All of the sudden he felt a hand slapping him on the chest with a loud pop. ‘Ahh!’

‘Relax your ass.’

After Jessie got used to it whew! Did he love riding that cock. Somehow, during the course of their anal play Simon decided to uncuff Jessie so he could sit up and bounce on his dick. He took Simon’s dick very masculinely even a straight guy would’ve been mesmerized by the sight. They way his chest puffed in and out, as he rode up and down the way his cheeks turned red by the workout. His eyes were so inhuman as he enjoyed it tickling his anal walls.

‘I’m about to cum!’ Simon gasped.

‘Cum in my mouth!’ Jessie shouted. Jessie jumped up and sucked on his dick with moist puffs as Simon came deep down his throat. It was as if Jessie was sucking on a water hose from the backyard. Simon shouted in incoherent gasps as he lost his load in Jessie’s throat. When Jessie took his mouth off Simon’s dick with a loud pop Simon grabbed him forcing him to lay beside him on his back as he sucked his dick. Jessie came and Simon returned the swallowing favor. They lied beside each other catching their breaths. After a minute or two Jessie put his arm around him pulling Simon closer.

‘So did you have fun?’ Simon asked Jessie?

‘Yeah.’ Simon had the feeling Jessie was holding something back.

‘What’s wrong? You don’t have to hold anything back.

Well I liked it but the whole anal thing.. well I enjoyed it but if I hadn’t I would be mad. I’m not though, but I would appreciate it if you don’t fuck me tied up again. Like if you don’t fuck me in the ass while I’m restrained again. Everything else was perfect though.’

‘Ok.’ Simon kissed him. ‘Sorry if-‘

‘Don’t apologize. I liked it but wouldn’t want to be fucked up the ass with my hands restrained. I like to be able to move around. Just don’t do that part again while I’m handcuffed ok?’

‘Ok.’ Jessie kissed him back. ‘So you really never had anything up the ass before? Simon asked.

‘Nope.’

‘So I popped your cherry?’

‘Yeah I guess you did.’ they both laughed enjoying each other’s company.

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‘Peach bitten sweetly in the spring

ripens to full cut-sleeve perfection in the summer.’

P’ai had heard the sweet song of Wang-t’ao, the handsome stranger from Wuhan his father had met at the Yangtze ferry stand, many times before in the brief time Wang-t’ao had been in the village, but now it was bringing tears to his eyes. He could not be sure why, but he was trembling, knowing that something momentous was happening. Or perhaps it was the drink. He hadn’t had so much wine in all of his years. The rice wine, the chiu, was bitter at first, the more he drank, the smoother it became – and the more it relieved him of his trembling. His overheated body. The meltingly attractive Wang-t’ao – many years older than he was and hardened from ferrying workers across the Yangtze from their cliffside cave dwellings in Zigui to the fertile, alluvial-soil fields on the other side of the river. But still handsome and strong-bodied – and urbane.

It was hot in the room cut out of the cave high above the trickle of the Yangtze, in drought these past four years. The air was not moving, and the chiu was heating P’ai’s body. He loosened the sash of his cotton long coat, his ta ao, the most formal and dear clothing that his teary-eyed mu chin and fu chin had insisted he take away from his home with him on this momentous day, and pulled the edges of the crinkly material from his chest.

Wang-t’ao leaned into him and pulled the garment completely off his shoulders and it fell around his waist where he knelt before the low table just inside the shadows of the cave room entrance. Incense was burning on the table, sending wafts of smoke spiraling up the uneven rock ceiling, blackened by centuries of cooking fires.

P’ai began to shake and wrapped his arms around his chest, but Wang-t’ao smiled at him and, in a tender gesture, reached over and placed the palm of his hand on P’ai’s sternum and ran it up between P’ai’s trembling chest and his forearms. P’ai dropped his arms and Wang-t’ao gently ran long, strong, callused fingers across P’ai’s chest, following the well-muscled folds and circling the nipples, which went erect as a chill ran down P’ai’s spine. Wang-t’ao had told him he had a beautiful body. The girls of Zigui had always told him this as well. But this was the first time an important visitor from the sophisticated city had said this to him – almost as if he was worth more than a life in Zigui.

Almost as if conveying that everything was all right, Wang-t’ao smiled at P’ai again and pulled the sash on his own robe and shrugged it off his shoulders so that the folds descended on and mingled with the coarse cotton of P’ai’s ta ao. Wang-t’ao’s robe was of much finer material than P’ai’s was, as was in keeping with Wang-t’ao’s greater sophistication and position in the world. He was from Wuhan. A pleasure barge master of the Wuhan Floating World.

P’ai knew this. Wang-t’ao’s seduction was one of several months, but P’ai had not been misled. P’ai’s mu chin and fu chin had not been misled. Some things were inevitable. The pitiful trickle of water in the Yangtze determined many things that just were to be.

‘Autumn’s mellowing floating world

whispers in melancholy of what could have been’

Wang-t’ao’s voice was rich and haunting. It served him well down in Wuhan, where he sang when poling his pleasure barge on the lakes in the Floating World district while his clients were being entertained on the silken pillows in the barge’s belly.

P’ai was so warm that he moved to rise and stand for a few moments in the twilight at the entrance of the cave room to take in the evening breeze, but the chiu was making him clumsy, and he slipped and would have fallen back off the matting onto the rock floor if Wang-t’ao hadn’t quickly leaned over and encircled the youth’s shoulder in his strong arms.

He was looking down into P’ai’s face with that handsome, searching, reassuring smile of his. He was humming the melody of his signature pleasure barge poleman song to the one he had chosen to return to Wuhan with him.

P’ai lay, shoulders arched back, in Wang-t’ao’s arms. Knowing what came next, even though he had never done this before. Both welcoming and fearing it. He knew it led to Wuhan, away from this impoverished village, made too small for all of the generations here by the fickleness of the father of all Chinese rivers, the Yangtze. By the river’s failure to support the necessary harvests. And the greatest fear – that to follow the drought would be a flood, scouring away the very life of the village, its soil.

The young man shivered as Wang-t’ao’s fingers slowly glided down from his chest, across his belly, and unknotted his tuan ku. The ends of the loin cloth fell away, and P’ai gave a little lurch as Wang-t’ao’s fingers encircled his virgin staff.

Wang-t’ao’s lips came down on P’ai’s, and the youth opened to him and sighed and moaned and moved from fear and trepidation to greater heat and exhilaration, as Wang-t’ao began to slowly pump his fist on P’ai’s yang chu. P’ai initially was restless and instinctively struggled against his heavenly tormentor. But he had known this was coming; he had wanted this. Wang-t’ao was strong and handsome and urbane. And Wang-t’ao had told him of all of the glories of Wuhan – in terms that made very clear to P’ai where his opportunity lay in becoming a part of Wuhan. And P’ai desperately wanted to be in Wuhan – and to be away from the shriveling Zigui.

And, Aeiiii, P’ai had had no idea that it could be like this. He had, of course, pleasured himself in the darkness of his own family’s cave room corners. But now he had no control. He could not rest. He could not pace himself; this was being done by another, entirely in the control of another. The rubbing and rhythmic pulling of his yang chu was relentless. P’ai groaned and tried to beg for mercy through the possessive kiss of Wang-t’ao, whose tongue had fully invaded P’ai’s mouth and was swabbing his inner cheeks and reaching along the roof of his mouth to the back of his throat. Darting and rubbing. Pulling P’ai’s own tongue into his mouth and sucking it.

And Wang-t’ao’s big, strong, callused hand pulling on P’ai’s yang chu. His thumb playing in the cum-slathered slit in the yang chu’s bulging head.

P’ai began to move his hips, to the extent that Wang-t’ao’ firm grip allowed. Rising and falling. Wang-t’ao loosening his grip on the yang chu, providing a sleeve for P’ai to move in, rhythmically, insistently.

Pumping, pumping, pumping. Skin sliding against skin.

Wang-t’ao released P’ai’s mouth and moved his lips and teeth down to the erect nubs on P’ai’s hard, shuddering chest, as the youth threw his head back and concentrated his gaze on the incense trails curling up to the blackened ceiling. Wang-t’ao was bringing his signature tune to a conclusion.

‘whispers in melancholy of what could have been

on winter’s bridge of sighs.’

With that, Wang-t’ao bit lightly down on P’ai’s nipple, and the youth cried out to the streams of upward spiraling smoke. His hips lurched, and he sprayed his youthful seed up onto his tight, quivering belly.

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He had said it was called becoming a cut sleeve. Mu chin and fu chin had understood service in the Floating World well enough – they had sold P’ai’s sisters into that world already. But, simple as they were, they had had no idea that a comely son would have value of this kind as well. They needed the money for the family to survive the Yangtze’s drought, which was sure to be followed by a flood. That was for sure; it was the time-worn cycle of life along the Yangtze. But when they had parted with their daughters, they had done it more for their benefit, the selling of the daughters into the Floating World. Luckily P’ai’s family members were blessed with beauty, perfectly formed bodies, straight backs and teeth, and melodious voices. So, they were their own resource and treasure. So many families in Zigui did not have even that, even though the village was legendary for its comely folk. Many of them would not survive to the killing flood.

The floating world was a world of comparatively unbelievable wealth. If the daughters had stayed here, they probably already would have starved. If P’ai did not somehow leave, he would surely drown in the inevitable flood that would follow the drought. The parents accepted the inevitability of their fate. They were village born and bound and would remain here, accepting whatever the Yangtze had to give them, no matter what.

Wang-t’ao, handsome and worldly, and relatively wealthy, was an answer to the family’s dream. And mu chin and fu chin didn’t even have to face the decision of sending their second son into the Floating World in whatever way they could. Wang-t’ao had found and cultivated P’ai – he had come to Zigui explicitly to find a new cut sleeve youth, having heard that this region up the Yangtze from Wuhan produced likely youths. And P’ai had been the most comely of those Wang-t’ao had considered for service on his Wuhan lakes pleasure barge.

For his part, P’ai had been smitten by Wang-t’ao and only briefly recoiled from what Wang-t’ao openly and honestly offered him. Smitten won out over the fears of the actual service and was only heightened by the description of Wuhan and the floating world life. P’ai had visions of his days in his rich, sophisticated, handsome lover’s arms – visions of pleasure that completely obliterated his evenings in his thoughts.

Thus, when Wang-t’ao approached mu chin and fu chin, it was with a willing and beaming P’ai at his side.

P’ai would at least survive and might even flourish – and he might, like his sisters, occasionally send something home to help undergird the family and see it through the endless cycle of drought and flood before a decade or two of bare, but tolerable subsistence in the rich alluvial-soil fields across the Yangtze.

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‘Aeiii,’ P’ai moaned, as he tried to spread his legs even farther apart. Wang-t’ao had promised pleasure following pain. And they had yet to come to the promised paradise.

‘Peach bitten sweetly in the spring

ripens to full cut-sleeve perfection in the summer.’

Wang-t’ao was crooning softly in his rich, baritone voice to P’ai, while the youth stared down over the lip of the rocky ledge beyond the cave room entrance, down into the Yangtze gorge at the bare trickle of water wending down toward the desired Wuhan. P’ai had asked if they could drag the bamboo chair over and do it at the mouth of the cave room, so that he could look down on what this meant he could leave behind. He had told his mu chin and fu chin that he was sure this was what he wanted – and he knew that Wang-t’ao was the one he wanted – but he found he needed this reassurance himself upon jumping that chasm. He needed to concentrate on the reality that Zigui was not a possibility while he was spanning that chasm.

P’ai thought the pain was about over, but it was just starting. Wang-t’ao’s hand was slathered in the peach butter that he was working between P’ai’s nether cheeks while the youth was bent over the bamboo chair and gripping its rungs on either side under the straw seat cushion. Wang-t’ao had two fingers working inside P’ai, but P’ai was already tensing up and groaning and starting to writhe under the onslaught, the aroma of peach butter forever now engrained on his soul as connected with the taking.

‘Aeiii!’

‘Relax, my little one,’ Wang-t’ao murmured from behind his bent-over protégé. ‘It will be well if you let yourself loosen up. Look down there. Look down in the chasm. This is what you are leaving.’

‘Autumn’s mellowing floating world

whispers in melancholy of what could have been’

Once again Wang-t’ao was singing his signature boatman song, the song he sang as he poled his pleasure barge around the Wuhan lakes, the song by which his clients identified where he was headed and where in the floating world of Wuhan they could move to meet up with what he could provide them.

P’ai felt the firm grip on his hips. Holding him fast and pulling his plump cheeks apart.

‘Aeiiii!’ P’ai screamed. It was too large; it would split him asunder. P’ai tried to collapse; he tried to struggle away. But the older, stronger Wang-t’ao had him imprisoned with his big, callused fists and was poling ever more deeply inside him with his throbbing yang chu. The master poleman – of boat and of men.

P’ai writhed and whimpered and cried out under the grip of Wang-t’ao as the pleasure boatman initiated his protégé into the cut sleeve life.

‘Shih. Shih. Yes, yes, just like that. Each and every one who rides you,’ Wang-t’ao panted out and he relentlessly drove up into his tasty virgin morsel. ‘Cry for each one as if he is the first lover, just like that. Shih. Shih. My fortune will be made.’

P’ai’s eyes watered, and he focused hard on the trickle of water that was the mighty Yangtze, muttering to himself over and over of how the father of all rivers had failed his family and how he would not be defeated by it. Wang-t’ao had bottomed his pole inside him now and was withdrawing and advancing, withdrawing and advancing. P’ai’s knees like rubber, the rungs of the bamboo chair snapping under his white knuckled grip. Wang-t’ao holding him in a strong, pinching grip by the hips.

Wang-t’ao panting and groaning. P’ai crying and moaning, but subsiding into whimpers from exhaustion and from new sensations. The pain indeed, as promised, translating itself into new sensations.

He was being taken by his lover. He was one now with his master. P’ai began to move with the rhythm of Wang-t’ao’s pistoning pelvis. He turned his head, and Wang-t’ao found his lips and devoured him. Not just animals taking. Lovers giving and receiving.

The bamboo chair lost its purchase on the slippery rock floor as Wang-t’ao lowered the weight of his heaving chest on P’ai’s back and reached his lips to P’ai’s. The chair skittered out onto the ledge, and P’ai saw it careen over the edge and crack with a echo once, twice, thrice, as it bounced down the cliffside into the Yangtze gorge. P’ai’s life in Zigui also crashing, echoing its demise.

Wang-t’ao caught P’ai under the armpits before the youth fell to the floor and kicked the mat by the table over underneath P’ai and slowly lowered him to the mat. All without loosing the saddle of his long, hard yang chu poling the virgin depths. Wang-t’ao pressed P’ai’s chest down onto the matting with a big fist in the small of his back; pulled the youth up on his knees, his hips encased between the master’s heavily muscled thighs; and continued fucking, fucking, fucking.

P’ai closed his eyes and moaned and sighed for his urbane Wuhan lover while Wang-t’ao went back to singing his song on the pleasure barge.

‘whispers in melancholy of what could have been

on winter’s bridge of sighs.’

The two cried out in unison in their finishing as Wang-t’ao released deep inside P’ai and P’ai gave up his youthful seed inside Wang-t’ao’s fist.

‘Shih. Shih,’ Wang-t’ao whispered in P’ai’s ear after kissing him on the cheek. ‘Hen hao. Very good. Very, very good. Each time. Give that each time with the men on the lake, and I will be very pleased.’

P’ai exalted. He had pleased his lover. He could hardly hold back the tears. The pain was worth it. He would run and pack now, and . . .

‘We rest for a few minutes,’ Wang-t’ao said, standing up and giving P’ai a hardy slap on the rump. ‘Then I will bed you and teach you the holing of the snake position.’

* * * *

The cock was short but thick, and the fat merchant was bellowing his well-invested lust as P’ai swallowed his yang chu whole, ingested his balls as well, and sucked them into his cheek cavities. He was humming, just as Wang-t’ao had taught him to do with the small-membered clients, and the merchant was beside himself in the sensation of the warm, moist sheath and the vibrations from the humming. The client was flopping like a landed fish underneath P’ai amid the pile of pillows in the center of the pleasure barge Wang-t’ao was poling across the Wuhan lake toward the Bridge of Sighs leading into yet another lake.

The merchant lost control, tearing at P’ai’s hair with one claw and wrapping his beefy legs around the youth’s head, pulling him as close into his groin as possible – loving the full engorgement of his privates into that warm, vibrating chamber. His other claw was ripping at P’ai’s brocaded robe. Wang-t’ao broke off in his singing and poling ever so briefly as the ripping of the fabric harmonized with the merchant’s exclamations of lust against the background of the tinkling instruments and voices gliding across the shimmering water from the other floating world pleasure barges.

Then, Wang-t’ao shrugged and dug his pole into the muck of the shallow lake’s bed once more and propelled the barge toward the three arches of the gracefully upcurved Bridge of Sighs.

‘Peach bitten sweetly in the spring

ripens to full cut-sleeve perfection in the summer.’

Overcome with desire for the impossibly winsome youth in the red brocade robe, the merchant reared up for the cushions and rolled over on top of P’ai.

‘Ching . . . pu. Ching . . . pu! Please, no!’ P’ai pled in his most virginal voice and struggled – ever so weakly and ineffectively – as the merchant rolled between his spread legs, held the youth’s wrists in one beefy fist above his head, and plunged his other hand under P’ai’s buttocks and dug his fingers into the youth’s hole.

‘Aeiii! No, please. Hen da, hen da. Too big,’ P’ai moaned, further inflaming his client to prodigious power. Seemingly struggling against the merchant, P’ai actually dug his heels into the cushions and raised his pelvis to just the right angle for entry.

Feeling his power and skill and cleverness as a lover triangulate, the merchant took advantage of P’ai’s ‘mistake’ at raising his hips to lodge his yang chu at P’ai’s opening. P’ai writhed and groaned, pleading for mercy and yelping convincingly as the bulging head of the merchant’s yang chu breached his anal ring. And it wasn’t all for show. The merchant’s yang chu made up in thickness now what it lacked in length.

P’ai cried and panted as the tool worked inside his hole, tightened to the extent he could do so through the ‘presenting the virgin’ channel muscle exercises Wang-t’ao had taught him in the spring.

By design and excellent training, the ‘ravaged’ youth slowly metamorphosed into the won-over lover, and P’ai laid back, arched his back, and raised his hips to the pounding of the transported merchant client’s yang chu at his forbidden entrance, as he brought the merchant’s lips and teeth to his quivering breast.

Wang-t’ao poled and sang his signature tune . . .

‘Autumn’s mellowing floating world

whispers in melancholy of what could have been’

. . . to the sounds of the muffled sucking at P’ai’s breast and slapping of belly and thighs against belly and groin. P’ai hummed along with the Wang-t’ao’s tune and raised his eyes to the underbelly of the Bridge of Sigh’s middle arch, as the pleasure barge moved under the bridge from the larger to the smaller Wuhan lake and the view of mud bricks opened up into the vast array of stars in the clear South China summer night sky.

Surely this was the last client of the night. Surely he and Wang-t’ao could now retire to Wang-t’ao’s small apartment on the lakeside shore, and it would be for Wang-t’ao that P’ai would be spreading his legs and raising his buttocks to receive the unrehearsed, unfeigned deep fucking from Wang-t’ao’s, the master poleman’s, amazing yang chu that P’ai lived for.

* * * *

The spring of P’ai’s preparation by Wang-t’ao, during which the youth fell fully under the spell of the handsome pleasure barge poleman, had turned into a cut sleeve perfection of summer on the shimmering lakes of Wuhan.

No matter what P’ai had had to feign and endure with the evening clients on Wang-t’ao’s Floating World pleasure barge, throughout the warm summer, Wang-t’ao took P’ai to his bed when they returned to the lakeside apartment and plowed him deep and long, and with the ardor that made P’ai understand that all that was transpiring in their life together was so that the two could be together as lovers – and that made P’ai never even think of leaving Want-t’ao.

But now the coolness of the autumn was upon the lakes. P’ai now shivered inside his torn red brocade robe when clients were fumbling within its folds and an unexpected breeze fluttered across the water. And coolness came upon Wang-t’ao too. They didn’t make love every morning upon returning from the lake as they originally had, and the rhythm of their life they were setting into was not one of red-hot ardor, but more one of domestication, habit . . . and a bit of dullness.

P’ai’s first thought that he was losing Wang-t’ao came the late autumn afternoon he had been sent out to do the marketing and had come right back because he had forgotten to take the money – the chi’en – that he needed.

When he drew close to the apartment, he saw Wang-t’ao out on the porch in front of the door. He was talking with a young man – certainly younger than P’ai was. They had their heads together, and the young man was holding a length of the most beautiful scarlet brocade P’ai had ever seen.

A chill raced down P’ai’s spine, and he instantly remembered a conversation he had had with Wang-t’ao shortly after they had returned to Wuhan.

‘You came back to Wuhan to your own pleasure barge and to acceptance in the Floating World, Master,’ P’ai had murmured one morning as Wang-t’ao held him still from behind, all in stillness except for Wang-t’ao’s masterful yang chu working in and out of P’ai’s love hole.

‘Shih. Shih. Yes, I did,’ Wang-t’ao said through teeth working their way across P’ai’s shoulder.

‘It does not seem easy to gain position in the Floating World,’ P’ai had whispered.

‘Pu yao, No, it’s not,’ Wang-t’ao answered, as he moved his lips from P’ai’s shoulder and nuzzled his face up into P’ai’s arm pit, as the youth raised his arm and emitted a low moan to the effect of Wang-t’ao’s tongue and teeth in his sensitive flesh there. ‘I have been a pleasure boatman for many years.’

‘And you must have had many youths such as me entertaining the men’s yang chu’s then,’ P’ai had murmured.

‘Shih, Many. But none as fine as you, of course.’ Wang-t’ao had moved his mouth to the youth’s nipple and was sucking it hard between his teeth.

‘Aieee,’ P’ai groaned. ‘And the youth before me. How long was he with you.’

‘Alas, only one full turning of the seasons,’ Wang-t’ao had said with a low growl. ‘But enough. I want you to practice coming together.’ And with that, Wang-t’ao had fisted P’ai yang chu and started to pump it as hard as he could while diving deep inside the youth with his yang chu. And P’ai was forced to abandon his questioning at that point and concentrate on coming together as commanded.

And P’ai had forgotten what had been said . . . until now. It was already late autumn. Only the winter to go. He could not live without Wang-t’ao. There was nothing in life without Wang-t’ao. He certainly could not go back to Zigui after having lived Wuhan.

The next market day, he did not forget the chi’en, but he came right back to the lakeside apartment, already knowing the truth, but wanting to be proved wrong.

But he wasn’t proved wrong. The other youth was there now, standing outside the apartment with a beaming Wang-t’ao. Wearing a newly tailored robe from the beautiful scarlet brocade P’ai had seen the previous market day. The handsome youth was turning this way and that way, and Wang-t’ao was looking at him with approval – and, yes, P’ai was convinced, with that look of speculation and desire that he had seen in Wang-t’ao’s eyes when they had first met in Zigui in what seemed so long ago and so far away.

* * * *

P’ai stood at the highest point of the Bridge of Sighs on Wuhan’s lakes on that first day of winter, still cool but with that touch of frost on the air promising the bleakness to come. He was staring down into the frigid lake water, holding his torn red brocade robe tightly around him, whispering not only of what had gloriously been but, in melancholy, also of what might have been – what he had dreamed would be.

He was not angry – just regretful. If he had stayed in Zigui, life certainly would not have been any better. He had had his peach spring, perfectly ripe summer, and mellow autumn. He would not stand in the way of Wang-t’ao. He had been a superb lover, and P’ai loved him still. Would love him forever.

P’ai looked down into the swirling water as it moved from the larger lake into the smaller one, the new water brushing the old water aside, pushing its way into the smaller lake. Life was ever thus. P’ai leaned out farther over the stone railing, bending down toward the swirling, welcoming waters.

* * * *

‘P’ai, P’ai,’ Wang-t’ao was crying out over the water in the advancing twilight as he poled the pleasure barge out onto the large Wuhan lake. ‘Anyone seen my P’ai?’ he cried out to the other pleasure barges casting off with their first cushioned nesting of treasured clients for the evening.

‘Shih, Wang-t’ao hsien sheng,’ another poleman called out to his friend. ‘Just moments ago, over at the Bridge of Sighs.’

‘Hsieh, hsieh – thanks,’ Wang-t’ao called back. ‘It’s not like him not to be ready for the first castoff. And I wanted to show him what I had made for him.’

‘Gifts for a lover?’ the friend bantered back, needling him gently. ‘I’ve heard you have an ever-stiff yang chu for that one. You know it isn’t good business to fall for your cut sleeve.’

‘Fuck you,’ Wang-t’ao called back, but in a tone that obviously was given in good humor. ‘This one is special. I am getting too old for this business. This one I take away with me. And look, see what I had made for him. His robe is old and torn; I’ve bought him this splendid new scarlet brocade robe. Cost me a month’s taking. But he is worth that and more to me. He is worth everything to me.’

As they had bantered back and forth, they had been poling across the lake toward the Bridge of Sighs. And as Wang-t’ao had carefully, lovingly folded his love gift and set it down on the cushions at the center of the pleasure barge, he looked across to the entry of the greater Wuhan lake into the lesser . . .

. . . and saw the familiar torn red brocade robe floating on the surface of the frigid Wuhan lake just below the Bridge of Sighs.

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It was a beautiful spring day in rural northwest Pennsylvania. Jay had rushed through his chores on the family dairy farm, anxious to enjoy the rest of this glorious day without the restraints of the normal grind of agricultural life.

The fences were fixed, it was too soon to start cutting hay and pending any farm auctions that his dad failed to mention, Jay would have the day to himself. He rushed back to the house to change into some fresh jeans and a t-shirt and grabbed his bike.

Soon he was coasting on the downard road with the wind in his face and the promise of a nice dip in the swimming hole a mile further in the valley below their farm. As he approached the swimminghole he could hear the inviting sounds of the water spilling from the culvert into the waiting pool. He stashed his bike in the roadside underbrush and was soon sliding down the bank and peeling out of his shirt.

Jay was a handsome young man. Having just turned 18, he wished his body would catch up with his adult age. He was thin but solid, six foot tall, brown curly hair and blue eyes that were as deep as the perfect sky above him. He was probably 150 pounds soaking wet and he longed to be more bulked up like the man he felt he was. Other than a small treasure trail that led to the patch in his groin and some reasonable tufts of hair beneath his arms, Jay was a smooth but potentially hairy man waiting to grow into his full manhood. His stomach was flat as the smooth slate rocks at the bottom of the swimming hole. His arms and legs were lean and strong from the work that he performed around the farm.

He was soon under the shelter of the culvert where a person could stand without hitting the top of the tall and wide metal spiral that gave way to the watercourse of the creek that ran under the road above. It was a perfect place for a swimming hole as the water would pour from the culvert and drive an ever deeper hole in the center of the damned up water way. Jay could feel the sun on his chest and he stretched gloriously in the fresh country air, his nipples responding to the playful breeze. He leaned to remove his shoes and now felt the sun on his back. He set his shirt and shoes to the dry side of the culvert and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. He took his time and let the sun find each new inch of his exposed skin until he was now fully naked at the edge of this cave like shelter. The breeze licked at his growing bush of pubic hair and tickled at his young balls. It wasn’t long before he was totally erect with the combination of the breeze and the sun hitting his white and rarely exposed midsection.

Without another thought, he dived into the pool of water and immediately felt the chill of his skin going pocked with goose bumps as the cold spring fed stream surrounded him. He emerged from the water, shook his curly locks into a perfect tossle and laid back in the water and floated on his back. He laughed as he looked over himself, seeing his stil erect cock jutting out like a periscope. He loved seeing his wet body. It made what hair he had on his body darker and more pronounced, giving him a vision of what he would look like in a year or two as he grew more and more into the man he was.

After a short swim and a good hand scrub to remove the sweat and grime from his morning work, Jay lay on the larger flat rocks near the waters edge and let the sun and breeze dry his now frigid body. As the sun hit him full on, Jay was tempted to stroke out a cumload from his cut seven inch cock right then and there but the sound of chattering voices could be heard in the distance and he knew he wouldn’t be alone for much longer.

He nursed his way across the rocks and gravel with his bare feet, climbed up into the culvert and threw on his clothes as fast as he could. Before anyone came in sight Jay was off down the road on his bike and pedaling for all he was worth for the adventures that awaited him. He would take the old road that led into New York State and then make a right to the yet unexplored side roads of what was known in the area as ‘four corners’. Being a bit of a loner, he wasn’t at all sad to leave behind the reverie of the oncoming kids that he could have spent the day with.

Jay began to long again for the refreshment of the swimming hole as he pumped and worked his body to capture the top of the hill he now drove along. The relief to his young strong thighs and calves was wonderful as he finally made the top. Just in the short thirty minutes of biking he was already sweating and he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm as he surveyed his surroundings. Unseen to him before when he had come this way was an unexplored road that he had thought before was a drivway. Now it was clear that this was indeed a road and it led down an inviting hill and into the outside edges of the hardwood forests that filled this area.

This is exactly what he had hoped to find. A new road to somewhere but who knows where? He pedaled to the head of the road and then began his decline into the forest ahead. Once again the breezes of the day whisked his sweat away and the scent of evergreens and new leaves filled his lungs. As he entered the forest he could see at the base of the hill a dog watching the road and then an ascending hill beyond this threatening guardian. He started to pump as hard as he could to gain as much speed as possible. He would need it to capture the next hill and stay well enough ahead of this looming dog. True to form the dog was a chaser and Jay easily passed him and flew up the hill beyond his territory where he gave up and trotted home.

At the top of the next hill Jay relaxed again and slowed down to take in the beauty of this Pennsylvania spring. The road flattened out now and wound through the hardwood trees. Every once in a while a chained driveway gave indication of someones summer camp. Up ahead Jay could see a sign along the road that actually stated that the road was closed to winter traffic. It should have been obvious to him as the road was in poor repair and there were plenty of rocks and potholes to dodge in the dark earthen path that steadily grew worse. The further he went, the worse the road became. Curiosity drove him ever further and the cool shade beneath the trees was a welcomes change from the bright Spring sun on the more main roads.

Jay’s mind began to wander a little as he mechanically plodded ahead on his bike. At times he had to actually walk through and it was in one of these walking sections that jay noticed trash that littered the side of the road. It seemed to be someones dump deep in this wooded area. Jay dropped his bike on the roadside and began to weave his way through the scattered patch of woods. He soon found a smoked out fire pit, filled with charred wood and crushed beer cans. It was someones party place. Jay then looked around at what he thought must be paper plates and napkins until the image of naked bodies began to form in his vision. It wasn’t paper plates at all but a collection of pornography literally everywhere he looked. He leaned over to pick one up and his blood went cold. This wasn’t just any porn, it was gay porn. This wasn’t someones party place, it was the scene one hell of a good sex party by the look of things.

Being as young as he was, he only imagined this kind of stuff. To know it actually happened made his dick go instantly hard. In a frantic rush of excitement, Jay went from spot to spot finding more and more gay pornography strewn everywhere. Less than an hour from his home on bike, somewhere in a night long passed, a gay orgie had gone on in this very spot. He could feel the precum rise to the top of his hardened cock.

Hours had passed and Jay would have never guessed it. he sat amongst the gay porn mags he had collected from the woods and goggled at page after page of the hottest naked men he had ever seen. His loins stirred for release as he read about the things they did with each other. Cocks were sucked, holes were licked and fucked. Descriptions of cum faced bottoms and alpha male tops breeding and conquering the more submissive men. Jay was going nowhere until he had gotten his fill of this glorious treasure trove of gayness. The feelings that he had felt through his younger years were now being confirmed. This was what he preferred too! He wished he could have hidden in the forest and watched and learned in person what he was now educating himself with. He was going to have to stroke one out. His balls ached for release. Two hours of hardcore eyeballing naked pages and reading about the life of gay men was too much for his young sex drive.

As he turned to another page with yet another glorious naked man laid out in front of him, Jay heard a crack of twigs in the woods somewhere nearby. He leaped to his feet and ran for his bike but instead smacked straight into the arms of a man that had been watching him for some time. Jay apologized for trespassing and struggled to get away but the two dark haired arms held him fast.

‘No rush to be leaving’ said the man. ‘Looks like you were enjoying yourself.’ ‘This hard pole between your legs seems to confirm that’ purred the man. Jay looked up into his rugged handsome face and just stammered words of completely unformed recognition. The man released his grip on Jays arm and placed it now on Jays hard cock and squeezed it through his jeans. Jay winced and yet felt himself melting into this mans embrace, whether hostile or friendly. The roving hand then moved to his tight young ass and pressed it between his large fingered hands. ‘Nice’ said the stranger, ‘Very nice.’

With that the man took Jays arm and twisted it behind his back. His other hand moved over Jays mouth and Jay could feel himself being forced forward into the deeper forest. They walked for what seemed to be twenty minutes. A cabin stood ahead of them and Jay could see a couple figures on the porch leaned against the wall with booted feet resting on the railings. ‘Look what I found boys’ trumpeted the man that held him. The two men on the porch dropped their chairs to the porch floor and stood up to get a better view. The stranger then kicked the back of Jays heels and sent him reeling backwards to the ground, landing firmly on his quivering ass. The two men sauntered off the porch and headed towards them. His captive pulled up his leg and slipped his tennis shoe and sock easily off his foot and then repeated the action with the other foot like a pop tab on a beer can. The two men coming towards them were now grinning from ear to ear.

‘Nice one Bobby’ they said together. ‘I caught him at the end of the driveway rifling through our party favors’ laughed the first man. ‘Looks like he really likes what he found too.’ Bobby now pulled me to my feet and pushed me over to a large tree on the side of the cabin clearing. He

reached in front of me and lifted my t-shirt off my shaking body and then indicated to the other guys to each take an arm. I have never been a tree hugger but I now knew that I must have looked like one as they pulled my arms around the base of the tree and began tying my hands together on the opposite side with my now doffed shirt.

Once I was secure I felt the big hot hands of Bobby probing my bare skin. His touch was like electricity and what I could see of him was heaven. His hairy arms were every bit the kind of manly arms I aspired to have. Those burly arms then reached down for my zipper and soon my bare ass was to the wind and my hard cock was up against the tree that I was now tied to. He lifted each leg in turn and pulled my jeans from me and then I was completely vulnerable and as naked as I have ever felt in my life. My head was not secured so I was able to look at all of them in turn and from what I could see they were all sold stocky well built men, two of them dark haired and one of them blonde. They all grinned at me and somehow I knew I would be alright despite what this seemed to be turning into.

Now each of them began stripping. Hard cocks were soon bouncing up out of jeans and briefs, protruding out of the hairiest crotches I could have ever hoped to see. Just a few short hours ago I was seeing my first gay porn, now I was seeing it in person. Three sets of hands began fondling every inch of my body. I could feel full hairy chests rub against my shoulders or hairy legs brush against my bare ass and thighs. The warmth of their rough hands made me dizzy with pleasure and fear all at the same time.

Soon they all backed up from me a couple of feet and I wasn’t sure what would happen next. Then I felt the hot liquid sensation of hot water being jetted all over my ass and legs and back. They were pissing on my like dogs on a fire hydrant. The smell hit my nose like a pheremone and enraged me with lust. ‘You are marked territory now’ said Bobby. ‘The three of us have just marked you as ours and you are now our bitch.’ I trembled but said nothing. ‘You found him’ said one of the porch sitters, ‘You should have first dibs.’

I could then feel Bobby’s probing hands split my dripping pissed on ass and a single finger penetrate my hole. I was wet with both sweat and piss and when Bobby’s furry body spooned up against me I could feel the end of his hard cock begin to slide into my trapped body. The pain was incredible at first but slowly I began to feel the heady sensation of pleasure as Bobby thrust in and out of my manhole. I could feel his sweat through his chest hair and smell the strong scent of his armpits as he layed his hands on the tree above me and rocked back and forth at the hips, connecting and disconnecting our bodies with each round. After ten or so minutes of his working my ass he drove it deep into me and steadily increased his speed until he yelled out with pleasure and his balls shot ropes of seed into my worked over ass.

Bobby pulled out and immediately a new scent hit my nose of the blonde guy as he took position and soon added his sperm load to Bobbys. The third guy must have been the biggest as I could feel the uncomfortable pain of stretching begin again. I was soon accustomed to this new cock and took his load as well without a word of complaint. Had I not been suspect of my own gay feelings this afternoon would have been nightmarish. As it was, I couldn’t imagine somewhere that I would rather be.

My virgin ass was now the property of three rugged men out in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I carried their loads in my body and was dripping in their piss. It came then as a suprise to me that all three of them all of a sudden just picked up their clothes and headed for the cabin. I was left alone, tied to the tree with the sun at about two oclock and me beginning to worry that I would never see home again.

I tried to pass what seemed like eons remembering the events of the last hour. I had never seen such beautiful hairy men before. The blonde one was my favorite. His light hair against his tan skin was like a fuzzy peach, ripe and meaty. It made me want to pass out knowing I now carried that hot blondes spunk inside me like the bitch they told me I was. Bobby was probably the hairiest of the them and the sensation of his hairy body against me put me into orbit. The third guy was shorter but he more than made up for it with his large cock breeding me and stretching me further than the other two. I begain to think maybe I needed to yell for them to let me go but somehow I didn’t want to go. So I stood and waited for what would happen next.

It didn’t take long before I could hear trucks on the distant road. Unseen to me was a road through the woods that these trucks seemed to know. I could hear them coming closer and closer. I strained to turn and watch them approach. One had three men acrossed the front seat the other had three as well as two in the truck bed. All of them were beefy solid country men from 20 to maybe 40 and it was obvious now to me why the other three had left. They had been busy collecting the rest of their party group to come try out their new bitch.

Out on the porch the three came, whooping and laughing as the trucks unloaded. After rounds of chatter, hugging and back slapping the attention was now on me. I could feel the heat of eleven men staring holes through my body. I could hear them approach as leaves and twigs crunched under their shoes. I could hear the sounds of belts being undone, zippers coming down and clothes being stripped and dropped. My dick raged against the tree bark as I anticipated the oncoming scene.

I felt the hot heat of piss. It was unending this time. I seemed to come from every direction. I felt my ass being pulled apart again and a new sensation hit me like a warm wave of bath water as a scruffy face buried itself in my ass and reemed me into heady pleasure with a very talented tongue. It soon gave way to fresh air as he pulled away and then new pain as my ass was reopened for my fourth cock of the night.

I could tell the afternoon was getting late as I stood there taking dick after dick. Each man came to a climax to the whoops of his buddies and the eventual breeding of my captive ass. It was as if the forest had turned to men and I was the only bitch within miles to mate with. My belly was full of seed. The sensation left me feeling like I had to piss and shit all at the same time. I had long given up and pissed on the tree while I was being fucked. Each time a cock was pulled out I could feel the cum slowly release from my well used hole and run down the inside of my legs.

The last dick to approach my hole was Bobby. I knew it was him as soon as his arms went up on the tree again and his scent caught my recognition. Without even guiding his cock he slid into me like we were a matched set and he then gave me my 19th and final load of the day. When he was done, I felt his hairy torso collapse against my back and he kissed my neck with lingering affection. ‘I know you won’t tell anyone about this because I know you want more.’ He whispered. I knew he was right. He then untied my hands and gave me my shirt. ‘It’s getting dark, you better start home’ he suggested.

I turned for the first time and looked straight on into the faces of the eleven men that had just given me a day in my life I never dreamed possible. They ranged from dark hair to blonde. A couple of red heads stood naked under the fading sun in all their glory. Some were shorter and one was a strapping 6′ 5′ or better. Everyone of them was beautiful and memorized in my mind.

The blonde guy from the porch then walked up to me and knelt before me. My dick was soon enveloped into the velvety smoothness of his hot mouth. Each of the guys surrounded us and some played with my body while others kissed me. One of the red heads spread my ass and began rimming me again. Never once did they let me cum and now I was being rewarded in grand fashion as they heaped their collective sexual thanks unto my body. I begain to tense up and breath fast. The blonde pulled his mouth from my cock as ropes of cum shot three feet into the air in front of me, some hitting those that stood too close. The sensation of my pent up desire issued out of me like rushes of waves on an ocean beach.

When the last blast left my body, Bobby handed me a pile of snap shots from an instant camera. ‘Here’s a little something to keep under your pillow.’ he said. ‘We are having a party next Friday at 7 and I hope you’ll come back.’ A picture of every man fucking my hole and candids of the guys standing around watching filled my grateful hands. ‘The road is right there. Just follow it out and you’ll find your bike waiting right where you left it.’ said Bobby. With that he kissed me and handed me the remainder of my clothes.

I didn’t even bother to dress. I just carried them numbly in my hands and headed towards the road. Just before I got to the road I dressed and painfully climbed unto my bike. It was a no brainer to hit the swimming hole one more time when I arrived. The fresh cold water brought me to my senses and I let my first sexual experience wash to the back of my mind to be hidden and stored for many a night of recollection. I felt like a fish that had been caught and shown off like a trophy and then returned to its watery home. I was a ‘catch and release!’ Supper never tasted so good and next Friday could not come soon enough.

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It was my eighteenth birthday and I had been sucking the neighbors cock for almost a year.

Every day after school I would stop by Chucks house. He would take me to his room where I would strip and lay on his bed stroking my own cock while Chuck would feed me his. We almost always would finish the same way – his hard six incher releasing wave after wave of hot sticky cum down my throat and me shooting my own load all over my stomach and chest. Chuck would always clean me up afterwards, consuming every drop of my boy juice. He rarely sucked my cock and never fucked me, though I had offered many times. More than anything I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to be my first.

Chuck worked from home, was in his early forties, attractive and fit. His wife, Ursula – an immigrant from Germany – was only a few years older than me. She was very attractive. Dark hair and eyes and a great ass. I had often fantasized about having sex with both of them. I would imagine her helping me suck Chuck’s cock to completion, or her watching while Chuck fucked me.

As soon as my birthday party was over, I headed out to the back yard with the intention of jumping the fence into Chuck’s yard. Ursula was usually not home so early in the afternoon and I was looking forward to a mouthful of hot, fresh, sticky cum.

As I approached the fence I could hear muffled voices coming from over the wall.

I looked over the wall and saw Ursula standing in the patio area, her back was to me. She was naked and stood in front of two attractive, strongly built, black men. They were nude as well and she was stroking both of their cocks. I couldn’t believe that she was doing this to Chuck, but my disbelief lasted only a moment.

Ursula soon went to her knees and proceeded to slowly suck one of the guys off. His cock was huge, easily nine inches and thick as well. She could barely fit it in her mouth. As she continued to suck, the other black gentleman bent down to finger her asshole. As he bent down, I could see Chuck behind him, sitting in a lounge chair, watching his wife behaving like a whore.

I was stunned. Chuck was into this. His cock was in his hand.

Ursula soon turned her attention to the other black cock waving in her face. This one was huge as well, easily as thick as the other, but slightly longer. She shoved his entire cock down her throat and made a loud humming sound. The other guy got down on the ground behind Ursula and started eating her pussy and ass.

‘Where do you want my cock, bitch,’ he asked her when he was done feasting on her dripping pussy and ass.

Ursula removed the cock from her throat; long, thick strands of spit hung from her mouth and connected to the dripping black cock. She looked back at the man and then looked at Chuck.

‘Where should he fuck me, baby,’ she asked Chuck.

Chuck looked at her and the two men, ‘Does it matter?’

‘No, not really. I’m sure either hole will do. Fuck my ass!’ she said and then proceeded to suck the cock dangling in front of her face as the large black man behind her began to sink his long, thick cock into her tight, pink asshole.

Both men filled her up with their cocks, fucking both sides of her like mad men. Chuck looked heart broken. At one point she pulled the cock out her mouth and told Chuck that she wished he would fuck her like this. She wished that she had married a real man who could fill her up with cock and cum.

As much as I felt bad for Chuck, I couldn’t help but be extremely turned on by what was happening. Ursula was hot as hell, and fucked like a well trained whore. And those cocks were so big. I was completely jealous.

They fucked her for at least half an hour, alternating positions in front and behind. After a while the man in front began moaning and pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot long, thick streams of white cum all over her face. Seeing this the other man began moaning, saying he was going to cum. Ursula commanded him to cum in her ass.

Once they were both done, they moved away and Ursula waved Chuck over to her.

‘Clean me up,’ she told him. ‘With your tongue.’

Chuck was hesitant at first, but moved over to her and started to lick the cum off her face, consuming every drop. He definitely was a well experienced cum eater, as I well knew. From my vantage point I could see cum dripping out of her wide open, well used asshole.

The two black men pointed and laughed at Chuck while he cleaned Ursula’s face. They told him he was a sissy, and a ‘white boy bitch’ and was lucky to get to eat their cum.

‘No,’ Ursula said. ‘He’s a pussy, faggot.’

Both men laughed again.

When Ursula’s face was clean, Chuck started to lick and clean her asshole.

‘There’s so much cum,’ he said. ‘I can’t get it all. Its in deep.’

One of the black men laughed at this, and walked over to the patio table and pulled a straw out of a glass. He walked over to Chuck and handed it to him.

‘Use this to suck it out of her,’ he said. The other man began laughing. ‘Feltch her, bitch!’

Chuck put the straw in his wife’s asshole and began to suck the cum out of her. While he did this, Ursula began playing with her pussy – inserting two fingers in and out in rapid motion – panting like a bitch in heat.

By the time Chuck was finished sucking up all the cum in her ass, Ursula was once again sucking cock. This time both men’s cocks at the same time. I’m unsure how she did it, their cocks were huge, but obviously she was a master cock sucker. After a few minutes of this, she stood and told Chuck that she was taking the party into their room, but he was not invited.

‘I haven’t came yet,’ she said to Chuck, ‘And these boys have loads of cum in them still, but the rest is all mine.’

Ursula took the two men by their cocks, and led them into the house. Chuck stood there for a few minutes looking towards the house. He sat down and started to cry.

I went back into the house and soon went to bed. I felt really bad for Chuck, but at the same time was very turned on by what I had seen. There were not too many women that I would want to fuck, but Ursula certainly was now one of them. Such a hot slutty wife. I shortly fell asleep after masturbating to thoughts of Ursula and big black cock.

The next day, I stayed home from school. It was close to the end of my senior year in high school and I was doing well in all of my classes, so it was no big deal to miss one day.

As soon as my parents left for work, I went next store to Chuck’s house. Ursula’s car was gone, so I knew it was safe to go inside. I did not know if I was going to say anything to Chuck about what I saw. I didn’t want to upset him. And, I really wanted to swallow his cock, and treat him the way a man should be treated.

I opened the front door and went inside. Chuck was at his usual place, in front of his computer. He was working on whatever it was that he worked on. I cleared my throat and he looked up and saw me. He smiled and waved me over to him.

‘How you doing, kid,’ he asked.

‘Good.’ I said. ‘How are you?’

‘Super fucking horny, kid,’ he replied as he put his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him. Chuck began to rub my cock through my jeans.

I smiled and said, ‘I bet.’

‘What do you mean by that,’ Chuck asked. He looked a bit worried. His hand stopped gently massaging my now erect cock.

‘Nothing. Nothing at all.’

I started to remove my clothes. My heart was pounding. Maybe after what Chuck had been through he would fuck me.

‘That’s probably not a good idea. You should put your clothes back on,’ he said to me.

I was now completely naked.

‘It is a good idea, Chuck. I want you, I want you to fuck me,’ I said. I turned around so my ass was towards him and then got down on all fours. I raised my ass up a bit, and slowly inserted on of my fingers inside my silky asshole.

Someone began laughing, and it was not Chuck.

‘Fuck,’ Chuck said.

I looked up and not one, but both of the black men who had sodomized Ursula the previous day were standing there. Both were in their boxers looking at me. One of them was grabbing his cock through his boxers. They both had very noticeable hard-ons.

‘You guys need to leave this kid alone,’ Chuck said. He looked at me, ‘Go home, kid.’

‘What if he doesn’t want to go home,’ said the black man stroking his cock, which was now out. All ten, thick black inches of it. ‘Is this why you can’t fuck your wife like a man? Because you are fucking some slutty, little boy’

Chuck did not say anything. The other black man came over to me, and forced me to stand up. ‘I saw you watching us yesterday,’ he said.

He grabbed me by the chin, and forced my head up so I would look him in the eyes. ‘Do you like sucking cock?’

I did not say anything.

He looked at Chuck. ‘Does he like sucking cock?’

Chuck looked at me. ‘Yeah, he likes to suck cock. My cock.’ Chuck put his head down. The other black guy, the one stroking himself, came over and stood behind me. He placed the tip of his cock in between my ass cheeks. The head was touching my asshole. It was slick with his pre-cum.

‘Ah, I see,’ said the guy holding my chin up. ‘I bet he likes to fuck you, too,’ he said to me. He ran his hands across my chest, slightly pinching my nipples before grabbing my now hard cock.

My heart was pounding in my chest. I wanted these men to fuck me. To use me. I wanted them to fill me up with their cum. Just like they did to Ursula.

‘He doesn’t fuck me,’ I said. ‘I’m a virgin.’

‘Mmmm. A tight, virgin, white boy ass. That sound like a perfect way to start the day.’ said the other black man. The head of his cock was twitching against my asshole. I could not help myself, and backed up on it a bit. I moaned as the first inch or so of his cock moved into my asshole.

‘My name is Michael,’ he said. ‘And my friend’s name is Ty.’ He leaned over and whispered into my ear. ‘We are going to fuck the shit out of you, little white boy. And Chucky here is going to clean you up just like he does Ursula.’

Chuck began to cry.

Ty, who was now stroking my cock, got down on his knees and placed my cock in his mouth. Sucking my shaft all the way in while licking my balls. Michael dropped to his knees as well and forced me to bend over a bit. He spread my ass cheeks apart and started to tongue my asshole. Just around the edges at first, but soon he was shoving his thick tongue into me. It felt wonderful, and I knew he was lubricating my ass so that he could fuck me.

Suddenly I came in Ty’s mouth. He stood up, slapped me hard on the face, and spit my own cum all over my face. ‘I did not say you could come, you little whore.’ My face stung. I felt embarresed and at completely turned on at the same time

‘Get over here and clean your bitch up,’ Ty said to Chuck.

Chuck got up, walked over and started to lick the remaining cum out of my cock. Once it was all cleaned up, he kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my cum on him.

‘I’m sorry,’ Chuck whispered and moved away from me.

Michael picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder and began to spank my ass as we walked into Chuck and Ursula’s bedroom. Chuck followed, but Ty stayed behind. I could hear him talking. It sounded like he was on the phone.

Michael threw me on the bed, and then straddled my face, sinking his cock into my mouth. I sucked him off. Slurping on his huge cock, pulling it out to lick the shaft and his balls before placing it back in. After a few moments of this, he began to fuck my mouth, hard and fast. Soon, he pulled out and shot his load all over my face and lips. A bit got in my mouth. His taste was much different that Chucks. It was a strong taste, almost overpowering. I began to lick some of it off, but he stopped me. Slapping my face just like Ty did.

‘That’s not yours,’ he said. ‘That’s only for Chucky.’

Chuck came over and once again cleaned the cum off my face. He was naked now, his own cock very hard.

Michael sat me up and made me suck him again. He was soft in my mouth at first, but very quickly became hard again. He held my head and began to push his cock deep into my mouth. Eventually his cock was in my throat. When he had fucked my mouth only a few minutes ago, he had been somewhat gentle, but now I was feeling the full ten inches of his cock. I gagged, and was coughing spit up all over his very hard tool. This went on for a good ten minutes. He would let me come up for air every few minutes and then shove hist beast of a cock back into my mouth.

Once his cock was nice and hard, and throbbing again, he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and moved down my body, licking me all the way down to my cock. He licked the tip for a few seconds and them moved right down to my ass, lifting my hips up with his strong black hands for better access to my tight asshole. Michael began licking around my asshole and dipping the tip of his tongue inside me.

‘Ok, Chuck,’ Michael said, ‘Suck this little sluts cock while I fuck him.’

Chuck hesitated, and Michael slapped him hard. Chuck’s face was red, and he looked angry, but he did what he was told. Chuck bent down and as he put his warm mouth around my cock, Michael shoved his black rod between my cheeks and began thrusting.

I had never been fucked. And Michael was not gentle. His long, hard thrusts hurt. I struggled against him but he just laughed.

‘Take it white boy. This is nothing compared to what Ty is going to do to your sweet ass’.

After a few moments the pain of Michael’s cock penetrating my virgin ass turned into pleasure. I was lost in the ecstasy of a thick, black cock pumping me while the man I loved sucked me off.

I has forgotten all about Ty, and was just about to cum in Chuck’s mouth when I realized Ursula was in the room, watching us. I pulled away from the two men who were ravishing me.

‘Urusla…’, I said.

Chuck looked up and saw his wife. She was standing next to Ty, who was nude and fully erect. Her hand was on his cock.

That’s what Ty had been doing. He had called Urusla and told her what was going on.

Chuck got off the bed and moved towards his wife.

‘Ursula,’ he stammered, ‘They made me…I’m sorry’

Urusla slapped his face, even harder than Michael had. Ty laughed.

‘This is what you do when I am away from home,’ Ursula asked in her thick german accent. ‘Do you enjoy sucking off little boys?’

‘No, Ursula,’ Chuck said, moving closer to his wife. ‘It’s not what you think!’

‘Oh, what is it then,’ Ursula asked and then kick Chuck in the balls viciously. Chuck double over and fell onto the floor in a fetal position, his hands holding his stomach and his injured manhood.

‘Chuck, you are such a pussy faggot’ Ursula said and then spit on him.

Ursula looked at me and then asked me my name.

‘It’s Jaime,’ I said.

‘Well Jaime, do you like having Michael’s cock in your ass while a pussy, faggot like my husband sucks you?’

I didn’t know what to say. I just looked at her.

‘You better answer her if you know what is good for you, boy,’ Ty said.

‘Umm…I guess.’ I said.

Ursula smiled and lifted up her skirt, revealing her shaved pussy. She moved over to the bed and sat down, spreading her legs. Ursula’s pussy was right in front of my face.

‘Do you know what to do with one of these,’ she asked as she slipped an finger into her wet cunt hole.

‘I’ve never been with a girl before,’ I replied.

‘That’s so hot. I want to eat me, while Michael fucks you.’

I moved my face closer to Ursula’s pussy. It was easy to tell that she was very aroused. Her cunt was dripping with her juices. I could smell her strong, musky scent. I began to lick her pink pussy, and as I did, I felt Michael begin to push his black rod into me again.

As I ate Ursula out, she began to moan. Michael spanked my ass and pumped me from behind. Each thrust slamming into my ass and driving my tongue deeper inside Ursula. After a few moments Ursula’s soft moans of pleasure became muffled. I looked up and saw her lips around Ty’s huge cock.

When Ursula noticed that my cunt lapping had stopped, she pushed me off of her. Michael pulled his cock out of my ass.

Ursula stood up, and removed her clothing. She was beautiful; tight round ass, long legs and small, pert breasts. Her nipples were the same shade of pink as her pussy, each one hard and erect.

Ty moved onto the bed and lay down on his back. His cock sticking up hard and straight. Michael did the same.

Ursula got on top of Ty and mounted him. His ten inch black rod sinking deep into her dripping wet cunt. She moaned and began rocking back and forth on his cock. It was an amazing sight watching Ty’s beautiful cock be swallowed by Ursula’s hungry pussy.

Michael grabbed me and pulled me towards him. As he did, I noticed Chuck sitting on the floor. He was no longer doubled over, but was watching us as he played with his cock.

Michael held me close, his hands on my face and he began to kiss me. His lips were soft and wet. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and he returned the favor. I began to suck his tongue and rubbed myself all over his strong body. My cock was tight against his stomach. I reach down and grasped his cock and moved it towards my well used ass. Michael entered me and I moved to a sitting position identical to Ursula’s and began to ride his cock.

I watched as Ursula fucked Ty, and she watched me. She pulled on her nipples as she rode him. We soon began to kiss and suck each other’s tongues.

Ursula began panting and moaning hard. Her body tightened. She screamed as she came on Ty’s cock. As I continued to fuck Michael, she rolled off of Ty and began stroking his cock.

She looked up at Ty and said, ‘Jaime looks like a good fuck, I want to watch you fuck him too.’

Ty smiled and got up. I began to pull off of Michael, knowing it was now Ty’s turn to impale me.

‘No, Jaime,’ Ursula said, a devilish grin on her face. ‘I want to watch you take both of their cocks inside you.’

This scarred me. I could barely handle Michaels cock, Ty was even bigger.

‘I can’t,’ I said. ‘They will tear me apart.’ But it was too late. Ty was already behind me. He grabbed me by my neck, slightly chocking me and started to push his cock in me.

The pain was intense. Two cocks in my ass. Two, huge black cocks, and strong black hands around my throat.

Ty and Michael both pounded me, stretching my ass. It was amazing and wonderful and agonizing at the same time. Never had I thought that I would be fucked by two black men at the same time. I could feel both their cocks rubbing against one another as they throttled my asshole.

Chuck jumped on the bed, his cock in his hand and shoved it into my mouth. It was hard and throbbing and slick with his own spit. He grabbed my head and throat fucked me. I felt like a bitch in heat, completely air tight.

Chuck’s cock began to twitch and he shot a huge, hot load down my throat. The taste of his cum made me even hornier. I began to push against both the cocks in my ass.

Chuck pulled his cock out of my mouth.

‘Fuck me harder.’ I screamed. And Ty and Michael did just that. I was panting, and moaning and grinding on their stiff cocks.

I reached out to Chuck’s cock. It was still hard. I squeezed it and licked at the hot sperm that leaked out.

Ursula was watching this and playing with herself, shoving two fingers into her wet cunt.

Ty began to moan.

‘I’m cumming,’ he screamed as he pulled out of my ass and moved around to face me. His cock began to shoot long, hot string of the whitest cum I’d ever seen all over my face. Michael began pumping my ass even harder from underneath, each thrust somehow deeper than the last.

I grabbed Ty’s cock and shoved it in my mouth, sucking the last of his cum out of his dripping dick. His cock tasted like Ursula’s cunt and my ass and I savored every last drop off his pearly white cum.

My face was hot and sticky with Ty’s cum as he removed my cock from his mouth. Ursula leaned over and began to lick the still hot cum from my face. Chuck did the same. And Michael shoved his cock as far as he could into my ass and unleashed a torrent of hot man juice deep inside me.

I lay their panting for a few moments. Michael’s cock still deep in my ass, twitching every few seconds. I pulled his cock out of me and moved down his body and began to clean his cock. My ass was in the air like a dog and I could feel his cum dripping out of me as I sucked his cock clean.

Ursula moved behind me and began to lick the dripping cum from my ass. She moved her hand onto my cock and began stroking me.

‘I want you to fuck me, Jaime.’ Ursula said. And then she moved to the top of the bed, put her face down in the pillows and her ass in the air.

I got up from Michael’s cock and moved over to Ursula. Her wide open cunt and pink asshole faced me.

‘Fuck her good,’ Ty said.

I slipped my eighteen year old cock into her cunt and began to thrust. Michael and Ty cheered me on and told Ursula what a dirty whore she was. She loved it, moaning and writhing on my hard little cock.

Chuck looked at me while I fucked his wife, moved over to me and began to kiss me and tell me how much he loved watching me fuck his wife.

After the hard fucking I had taken, I couldn’t last. With Chuck’s tongue in my mouth I pulled out of Ursula and shot my load all over her back and asshole.

Chuck and I consumed every last drop of my cum. Chuck focused on her back, and I took her asshole.

After Ursula was clean, she commanded Chuck to leave the room.

For the rest of the afternoon, Michael and Ty took turns fucking me and Ursula. They were stallions, and seemed to have an endless supply of cum.

Once Michael and Ty were fully spent, they left and I went home as well. Later that night I was surprised when Ursula called me and asked I would come over. I snuck out of the house and went next door. Ursula greeted me with a kiss and asked if I would spend the night with her. We slept in her and Chucks bed that night and quietly made love while Chuck slept on the floor.

It’s now been about six months since I first fucked Michael, Ty and Ursula. Ursula and I have become very good friends. She likes to dress me up as a girl and have her male friends (not just Ty and Michael) come over and fuck me. Chuck is always there for those encounters, cock in hand and red faced from being slapped around. Ursula loves to degrade him, and he really is quite good at lapping up cum.

Chuck and I no longer have our secret cock sucking sessions. I still love him; but like Ursula says; he really is a ‘pussy fagot’ and there is no way I’ll ever let him fuck me.

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I decided there were just two degrees of separation between us. Pamela and Judith had been college roommates at Sweetbriar, and Judith was Rene’s trophy wife, and I think behind my back the cynics described me as Pamela’s bought joy stick. That put the age spread between Rene and me at about twenty years – maybe more. But he was so distinguished and suave that the difference meant nothing to me.

Beyond that there were no ways in which Rene and I shared common ground – if you didn’t include Pamela in the mix. And thus there was no way that Pamela and Judith’s decision that we’d share a Mediterranean island villa for two weeks was going to work out anywhere near as nice for Rene and me as it would for Pamela and Judith, who could have done their giggling and gossip-sharing someplace a lot closer to home and a hell of a lot cheaper. Neither seemed to mind the expense. Rene was rolling in money from his high-end art wheeling and dealing and Pamela’s family was rich as Midas too. As any of our ‘friends’ in Charleston could tell you, that’s why I married Pamela. And, true as that was, Pamela and I got along quite fine, thank you very much. I didn’t watch where she went closely and she never asked why I had so many men friends, some of obviously unsavory character.

Rene was Brazilian, a sleek Zeus type, who spent most of his life on a recliner smirking at the working class but who dressed out looking like well-aged beefcake with a glowing tan. He had the best of everything, including a ‘not-the-sharpest-knife-in-the-drawer’ wife who managed to look passingly beautiful and be several steps behind him at all times. They lived in one of the fine old city mansions in Savannah, where Judith kept busy as a real estate agent by showing wonderful homes but not closing any sales. For his part, Rene seemed to have the touch of gold in buying works by undiscovered artists cheaply who promptly died and became famously – and highly profitably – discovered. He knew the most important people, wore the best tailored suits, belonged to the most fashionable clubs, and drove a luxurious cream-colored 1951 Bentley MK VI Park-Ward convertible. He was so devoted to that car that he had it shipped to Turkey and ferried over to the island for just the two weeks, while Pamela and I settled for a rented two-year-old, rather battered Honda.

I felt like he was looking down his nose at me for nearly the full two weeks we shared the villa. And if I didn’t have a ‘thing’ for vintage South American beefcake, it would have been hunky-dory for him to just be sitting and passing judgment on every faux pas I fell into.

Beside him, I felt like a country bumpkin – which, beside him – or either of the two women, for that matter, I was. Product of a Midwestern state university on an athletic scholarship, I was much more at home and in my element on the tennis court, golf course, or in the pool than I was in the club house or lounging beside the pool.

In fact, when I met Pamela, who was eight years older than I was, I was the tennis pro at the club her family practically owned. It wasn’t too long before Pamela owned me. We did fuck, yes, but she wasn’t too demanding in bed – she actually preferred me lying back and her topping me and doing calisthenics on my gear shift. She liked to control. And she was more interested in having eye candy to escort her to all of the ‘affairs’ she was involved in. This was agreeable with me; it left me space and time to continue my own ‘affairs’ in the Charleston gay underworld – primarily in meeting men in their forties in the bathhouses who were still in great shape and were expert drivers.

What I didn’t figure out for quite some time, however, was why she had suddenly lost her interest in tennis, golf, and swimming when we’d taken up temporary residence in an island paradise that made all of those so accessible – with the possible exception of the golf. There was a developing golf course on the island, but parts of it were still more like a rock garden than greens. But the tennis – mostly the good-on-your-knees red clay courts – and the swimming were both great. From the very first day on the island, Pamela had begged off on all but the swimming and had insisted that Judith and I trot off and enjoy ourselves with the tennis and golf. None of us even began to suggest that impeccable, languid Rene would take in either of these two sports. The only time other than meals that we seemed to be meeting as a foursome was at the pool. We had a small one at the villa, but Rene wanted us to be seen – and, I suspect delighted in us being seen driving his Bentley around – so we ferreted out several of the combined restaurant-pool clubs hovering on the rocks along the edge of the Mediterranean coast.

We didn’t even see much of each other at night – or so I thought – as Pamela and Judith, insisting that they were here to completely relax, had found a four-bedroom villa and assigned each of us to separate rooms. That should have been a clue to me, but it wasn’t. Basically, I guess, because I didn’t give a shit really.

I was clued in fast and unexpectedly, though, near the end of the first week. We were at one of the restaurant-pool clubs up the coast from the villa one afternoon when Pamela insisted that ‘we’ check in with her parents and let them know how the vacation was going. The ‘we’ in this case meant me, because Pamela refused to try to figure out how to make a telephone call back to the States from the Mediterranean, and it meant calling from the villa. She waved me off in the Honda, saying that the three of them would follow after the sun went down in the Bentley. I left them laying under sun umbrellas on loungers around the pool. As was typical Judith was zonked out in her usual afternoon drunken stupor.

I’d gotten half-way up the mountain from the coast before I realized that I didn’t have the key to the villa – that I hadn’t gotten it from Pamela. So around I turned and tootled back to the pool – to find Judith still snoring away but no sign of Pamela or Rene. I found them in one of the pool cabanas near the rocks leading down to the Mediterranean. Pamela was laying, legs splayed, on the daybed in the cabana, and Rene was crouched on his knees between her legs fucking her hard enough that she had her arms over her head, grasping the brass bars at the head of the bed, white knuckled, to keep herself in place.

I watched from the shadows for several minutes, more curious and embarrassed than anything else. If Pamela didn’t mind other men fucking her, I certainly didn’t care – as long as she paid the bills and didn’t ask questions about where I went at night. And, truth be known, I was more envious of Pamela than of Rene. I had been more than curious about what Rene looked like naked, and I could clearly see that he looked very good indeed. Somehow his tan was a complete body one, but, of course, being a Brazilian, much of that might have been natural coloring. He was well-muscled in that middle-aged beefcake vintage and he had good firm, glute muscles that quivered only slightly as they bobbed back vigorously between Pamela’s thighs. From time to time, I got a glimpse of what he was packing, which looked quite respectable. From the little urping sounds and moans that Pamela was making, I got the distinct impression that he knew how to satisfy and had no trouble doing so.

But mostly I was embarrassed. I had made mild moves on Rene myself earlier in the week and had mainly gotten slitted-eye looks of disdain and clipped-off answers, giving me the distinct impression that I was at least four levels of sophistication and breeding below him – which I probably was. The first three days before we had gotten adventuresome about locating the restaurant-pool clubs and when we were sitting around the villa pool working on neutralizing the jet lag, I had come to the pool gatherings in the skimpiest of Speedos and done everything I could to show off my good points – which were quite good enough to have caught Pamela in her search for a permanent presentable escort. And I paraded myself shamelessly – with no evidence of interest from Rene.

After watching them fuck through Pamela’s noisy orgasm, I quietly went back to the pool. Judith was still soundly asleep. I opened Pamela’s bag, extracted the key, and left again. They wouldn’t even know I’d been there.

On the second day, Judith had come out of her gin-prolonged jet lag enough to make a half suggestion of interest in me, as I paraded around in my Speedo, but I politely played dumb. She wasn’t half bad on the tennis court and golf course, but I had no interest in her in bed. She was the same eight years older than me that Pamela was, and she hadn’t kept herself in shape nearly as well as Pamela had. Just too much booze and too little interest from Rene, I decided.

But from Rene, nada. He just sat there, hiding his eyes behind dark sunglasses but giving me that sardonic smile with those attracting full, sensuous lips of his. Very early in the game my Hail Mary attempt to talk shop with him went tragically awry. How was I to know that Thomas Kincaid was neither dead nor given much cachet in the New York art scene? Rene leveled me right quick on that one.

And so it all came together. Rene was here for Pamela, and Judith and I were just props to be kept dumb and out of the way. The night of the cabana tryst I pinned down what was going on. I waited until well after everyone had gone to their rooms and stood peeking into the hall from my bedroom. And sure enough, Pamela came trotting along on silent feet and entered Rene’s room. I went out on the terrace fifteen minutes later and saddled up to the open French doors into his room, and there they were, in bed, Rene lying on his back, face up, and Pamela sitting on and riding his cock and twisting and turning her torso as if she was having the fuck of her life. She liked to ride me that way too, so I knew she was enjoying herself. I did wonder, though, whether, at Rene’s age, he could stay hard for her as long as I did and give her multiple orgasms. Out of curiosity I stayed around to time them, and, sure enough, he did and could. An amazing man.

It was with much regret that I went back to my room. I didn’t begrudge Pamela her extramarital fuck, but I regretted not having one for myself.

We got down to the next to the last day of our vacation, and I decided to give it one more direct try. After seeing Pamela and Rene together, I had fantasized being fucked by Rene myself, even though I now knew the score of how and why we’d all arrived here. And I was a little resentful of Pamela. She had dragged me away to get her jollies here when I could have been in Charleston getting screwed by my own friends. I hadn’t had sex in more than a week now, and I was randy as hell.

Pamela and Judith were out doing last-gasp souvenir shopping and Rene and I were sitting by the pool studiously not talking to each other. I was still scheming on how best to make an approach when Rene piped up out of the blue and said, ‘I’ve got to take the Bentley to the dock tomorrow for the return trip. Fancy a ride out to the eastern peninsula to have one last look at the wild end of the island?’

‘Sure,’ I said. ‘I’ll just go in and change.’

‘Why bother?’ Rene asked. ‘The sun’s shining. I’ll put the top down and we can both put a last layer on our tans.’

That certainly seemed fortuitous, I thought. Possibly a chance for an approach but yet actually doing it can be put off. I knew I was headed for disaster. But I didn’t think Rene would tell either of the women that I’d clumsily hit on him. Judith apparently didn’t care what he did, and Pamela didn’t particularly care what I did. At worst, the two would just never bring us together again, and Rene had held me in such disdain that this didn’t seem to be much of a losing proposition either.

So, out we drove, in the sleek cream-colored vintage Bentley, with all that plush leather upholstery and the cavernous back seat. Rene drove right out to the end of the peninsula, where few ventured because of the dense foliage, high cliffs, and roiling sea. He parked the Bentley parallel to the sea, where I could easily look down into the surf pounding on jagged rock outcroppings. It was a magnificent, wild view, heavy with a sense of danger and adventure. It got my juices flowing.

‘Oh, damn,’ I heard Rene mutter, and I turned toward the driver’s seat, and he had an arm over the back of the seat and was up on his knee looking in the back.

‘What?’ I asked.

‘The cooler. I just noticed the cooler,’ he said. ‘We still have two chilled bottles of fine champagne that we can’t take on the plane.’

I turned and looked over the seat, and he was right. Two bottles, sitting there in the cooler, crystals of ice still formed along the glass.

Rene turned and grinned at me. The first expression of open humor I’d seen on his face during the entire vacation. ‘Can’t let it go to waste. What do you say about popping into the backseat with it and each killing off a bottle?’

I immediately dreamed of Rene getting drunk and not having any sense of what he was doing long enough for me to put the moves on him. But not in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that this would actually happen. But it did – in reverse.

I thought Rene must have been one of the world’s quickest drunks, because he was barely half way through his bottle and we had our arms wrapped around each other and were playing a serious round of suck face. And I must have lost control of what I was drinking as well, because I had no idea how I had managed to get him in that position. But I was sobering up enough to fully appreciate it when my Speedo had come off and Rene was fisting my cock.

The next thing I knew I was bent over the side of the convertible backseat, my head looking down into the pounding surf of the Mediterranean, and Rene was on his knees behind me and tonguing my butt cheeks and asshole while he had a hand through my legs and was fondling my balls and hard cock.

And then he was crouched over me from behind, and sliding his cock inside me and slow-fucking me while his teeth went to one of my ear lobes and he was crooning into my ear in Portuguese. I couldn’t understand a word he was saying, but it sounded oh so sexy and I hoped he was telling me he was going to fuck me like that, slow and deep, forever.

He didn’t fuck me like that forever, though. He fucked me like that long enough for me to ejaculate, being all keyed up by my impossible fantasy becoming reality. He did continue fucking me, but he was sideways in the wide, soft backseat, sitting on his calves and had turned me so that my thighs were in his thighs and we were connected at my asshole, and I lay back on the seat and looked up at his tanned beef-cake torso while he continued to slow pump me. His smile was still sardonic, but there was a twinkle in his eye.

‘You don’t know how hard I schemed to get my cock inside you,’ he murmured. ‘This whole vacation was so that I could fuck you.’

‘That’s nice,’ I whispered dreamily. ‘Just don’t stop fucking . . . Oh, god, yes, do that again. Oh shit Yessss!’

If he only knew. If he only knew how hard I’d worked on this too – and how clumsily. If I’d only known he wanted me. But he was three steps ahead of me. Three steps ahead of us all. Figuring the best way to get me was to go through Pamela and her appetites.

‘Oh, God . . . I’m going to cum again,’ I cried out. And I did. Rene was amazing. He had made me come twice and he was still hard as a rock and pumping me. No wonder Pamela had arranged to have him. I could only wish that I fucked her half this good.

Rene was moving me again. On my back at one side, reclined on the pillows, my legs up in the air, one bent with a heel dug into the top of the back seat and the other out wide hung over the back of the front seat, and he was kneeling between my legs. Holding my legs and fucking into me with faster, deeper, more insistent strokes. We were both sweating now, our muscles glistening with effort and the kiss of the sun. Skin slapping on skin, cock sliding with a slurping sound in hard-worked channel.

I threw my head back. ‘Ahhhhhh. God you are the best. Brazilians are the best,’ I cried out. Rene bent his face down and buried his teeth and tongue in the pit of the arm that I was gripping the side of the convertible with to try to hold myself study. My back was being scraped raw as it was rubbed back and forth on the leather pillows by the strength of his pistoning cock. But I didn’t care. And I wasn’t paying much attention to that anyway. I was focusing on his cock cap rubbing across my prostate with each long thrust. My nuts ached. I was swelling up to another gushing. But I hadn’t had time to recharge. I didn’t have another ejaculation in me this soon. My balls were aching so bad – wanting to eject what they didn’t have. And his dick was so hard and plowing so deep, and rubbing across my prostate . . . rubbing across my prostate.

And then I found I did have another ejaculation in me and it was a geyser, bringing up a couple of weeks of unaccustomed celibacy. Cleaning me out.

Rene was turning me on my belly, flat along the backseat. Holding my legs in tightly between his knees as he straddled my butt. Squishing my channel tight. His cock head rubbing against my tightened entry.

‘No, no, Rene . . . please,’ I begged. ‘I can’t . . . Oh shit! Oh fuck! Yessssss!’

He was plowing me again. In my tightened hole; filling me and stretching me inside. Frenzied pistoning and then he was coming too. In three heavy spurts and then a long, endless flow. It was only then that I realized that he had been barebacking me. But I didn’t care. I luxuriated in his flow, feeling it creep up between cock and channel and oozing out of my ass.

He was stiff as a board on top of me. Every muscle tense and held as if he was marble. His fingernails dug into my shoulder blades. Panting heavily. Then slowly quietening down, his body relaxing.

But his cock still hard as a rock.

And then . . . moving inside me again, slow fucking me in the squishing sensation in my cum-filled channel.

Me panting heavily now. ‘Rene . . . ohhhh Reneeee . . .’

We were stretched out on the backseat, listening to the surf and the breeze through the trees, watching evening approach. Rene was on his back and I was laying on top of him, my back to his front. In our last fucking, he had lain like that and I had sat on his cock gripping the rim of the side panel and fucked myself on him, so well lubricated inside that it was a quick slide deep inside me with each stroke. The man was phenomenal. Brazilians do make the best studs. When he had ejaculated – I had been spent for some time myself – I had just laid back into his chest with a heavy sigh, and he’d wrapped his arms around me and we lay there, wishing it could be forever.

‘Last day tomorrow,’ I whispered.

‘Yes,’ he whispered back.

‘Tonight . . . maybe.’

‘Pamela,’ he murmured.

‘Yes, of course,’ I answered, suddenly feeling oh so sad. A wasted vacation. There was this afternoon. But somehow, now that it had become reality, it seemed to make it all worse.

‘Not to worry,’ he whispered. ‘I had planned for the possibility. You live in Charleston; I live in Savannah. Beaufort is almost half way between. I have a condo there now.’

Always. Always three steps ahead of the rest of us, I thought, warm now and oh so comfortable.

But, wait . . . is that his cock stirring again? Mooaaannn.

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I’m a poor exchange student from Eastern Europe. My parents kicked me out after they found out I was gay. Luckily a teacher was willing to let me live in his house and helped me to finish high school and enroll for university abroad. I worked at a local super market to pay for a living. However the teacher was willing to lower the rent in exchange for sexual favors (I had just turned eighteen) so I had saved some money to travel here, pay for my tuition fees and even had some money left for living. I really like university life here: people are nice and open, the professors are great and the university has great sporting facilities. I love to work out: I go to the university gym at least four times a week. I like the feel of my muscular body and the looks of especially the other men in the gym.

I had tried to get a job at the gym, but they didn’t need anyone. My charm and looks seemed to get me nowhere. However the next time I saw the manager, he said I should apply for a job at a local gay bar. He gave me the phone number of the owner, who was a friend of his. Luckily the owner wanted to see me and apparently he liked what he saw. I got a job as a bartender. My looks brought new guests to the bar and soon the owner decided it would be better if I would work bare chest. Since my looks were bringing in the new guests, I asked for a pay rise, which in fact I needed really hard: life is very expensive here. The owner didn’t want to give me a pay rise, but thought of something that would bring me more money: I would be promoted to gogoboy, could keep the tips I would receive and maybe, the owner mischievously said, I could even earn some money on the side.

Every Thursday, Friday and Saturday I would start dancing at eleven o’clock. I would dance for shifts of fifteen minutes, and each shift I would wear less ending in just a thong or a jock strap. After each shift I got ten minutes of. Soon I understood what the owner had meant by earning money on the side. Sometimes guests came to my tiny dressing room for a very private performance.

The bar closes at two o clock in the morning, or that’s when the doors are closed. The guests inside are allowed to say for another hour. This is when the prices go up and my thong or jock strap goes out: I dance naked and the boys and men that tip me can touch me. You’ll understand why this soon became the most popular time at the bar. Of course I’m aroused most of the time dancing, that what they pay me fore. Dancing naked I really have a beautiful hard on. At about 2h45 it becomes time to close the bar and the owner then invites me to cum in public. He invited a special ritual for this moment. I would stand on the bar, dancing and yearking almost in trance while a member of the public (who has to pay for the honour) would keep a big glass jar ready. When I am about to cum he keeps the jar at the end of my cock: I cum in the jar and then the guest takes a long spoon and feeds me my own cum. When I have emptied the jar eating my own cum I take the jar from the guest and ask the guests for a final tip if they liked my performance.

Daddy is a guy who I have played with on several occasions. We have played together for several months and get more and more adventurous each time. We were supposed to play some months back but I had to postpone that meeting and ended up postponing several of our subsequent meeting agreements. We finally agreed a time one Friday evening suitable for us both. I had no idea daddy was angry about it and what I was in for.

He told me to be kneeling by the front door wearing the blindfold, black mini skirt, g-string, stockings and suspenders and the 5.5′ Pleaser Seduce 207 stilettos he told me get for a previous meeting where he wanted me to dress like a slut for him. I mentioned to him that I had not replaced the stockings torn in our last encounter and he said he would bring some fishnets. I was told to also have some straps, ropes and belts ready.

When he came in I was really nervous he seemed to be different, not his usual happy horny self. He closed the door and locked it then walked to me. Standing next to me I felt his fingers grip my nipples hard and he pulled as he lifted me to my feet. He demanded to know why I was wearing no stockings and before I could answer and told me to open my mouth. As I did he stuffed the fishnets in causing me to gag. I tried to reach up and remove them but he wasn’t allowing that to happen. He put his hand between my legs and grabbed my balls hard through the gstring. I cried out a muffled scream loud as he squeezed my balls telling me to leave the stocking gag in place.

Pulling me by the balls he turned me around so I wasn’t facing him and he forced me to bend over. He lifted up the little mini skirt I was wearing, he spat on two of his fingers and rammed them into me as far as he could. While he was commenting on how nice and clean my boy pussy was. In the past he told me I didn’t have an ass just a pussy or boy pussy and that’s how I always had to refer to it. His fingers slammed in and out of me several times. As moaned in agony at the forced entry to my tight unlubed pussy he simply said ‘Nice, I’m going to show you how a slut is abused and dominated’.

After removing his fingers but continuing to control me with his abuse of my balls he forced me to bend over further. Taking a large belt from the floor in his free hand he started whipping my ass multiple times till it was red and stinging. His grip on my balls prevented me from doing anything but standing still taking the abuse. He commented on how nice and warm my pussy felt after the strapping and said it was time for him to undress. He turned me around grabbing my hair and forcing his tongue into my mouth. Then without any warning his hand slapped my balls really hard. I collapsed to the floor in agony and I started to beg him to go easier. He grinned, and said ‘that’s what happens to sluts who don’t keep appointments’. As he departed to the living room to remove his clothes and place them on a couch he told me to put the stockings on.

When he came back he was naked and I made sure the fishnet stockings were in place as ordered and the shoes strapped in place tightly. I stood in front of him in 5.5′ stilettos, black fishnet stockings and tiny black mini skirt and a see through lace black g-string. I looked like the slut he wanted me to be. He made me sit on the floor with my back and head against the wall then grabbed my hair pulling my face on to his cock. As I started to suck him his toes found my balls and he started to press down on my nuts crushing them against the floor. My cries of pain seemed to drive him crazy with lust as grabbed my hair with both fists and started to ram his cock in and out of my mouth, faster and deeper each stroke. Every minute or so he would allow me to catch my breath and lick my saliva and his precum from his cock then he would ram himself back into my throat pulling me onto the whole lent of his cock and holding me there as I gagged and gasped for breath. This routine seemed to go on for ages but eventually he pulled his cock from my mouth, told me to look at him as I locked and sucked it clean which I did. He ordered me to my feet then he grabbed my already sore balls and pulled me to the bedroom.

He positioned me lying over 3 pillows, forcing my ass into the air, he tied my ankles and wrists to the bed frame. He then took some of the other rope tied one end around my left knee, threw the rope under the bed and tied the opposite end to my right knee. He was making sure I stayed spread nice and wide for him. He knelt behind me and without any lubrication pushed his hard cock into my pussy, slowly at first but once inside the momentum instantly changed. He pounded my tight boy pussy with his hard cock for ages. He would pull my ass cheeks apart and ram his cock into me to make sure he got as deep as possible. I couldn’t believe how far his cock went into me as he held it there at times totally impaling me. After being bound and pounded he pulled his cock out, moved to my face and forced his cock into my mouth ordering me to suck his cock and clean his pre cum.

Things stopped for a moment and I felt the cold end of a 2’diameter dong probe my pussy opening me up more and more. He pushed the toy deeper into me but very gently, it felt great. When he had it fully inside me he pushed to ensure nothing was left exposed. I was amazed that I took it so easily. He let go and it started to slip out but not for long, daddy grabbed the base, pulled it to the entrance of my pussy and rammed it all the way in as hard as he could. I thought I was going to pass out as he rammed it in and out of me so brutally. Pushing it in he strapped a harness around my thighs and pussy forcing the toy to stay inside me and preventing me from pushing it back out.

I heard the sound of a rubber glove being placed on his hands and I immediately knew what was coming next. He removed the toy and I felt him push tthree of his fingers covered in crisco deep into me. Daddy had tried to fist me twice before but I was always way too tight. Slowly he pushed his fingers in and out of me, stretching my tight boy pussy wider and wider each time he pushed in until he had 4 fingers past the third knuckle inside me leaving just his thumb exposed. That was the farthest he had ever got before. He held that position for a short while his fingers move around and exploring my insides. It felt so nice I should have known it was too good to be true with his mood today. He pulled out of me slightly, positioned his thumb in his palm then gave a short quick push deep into me. I cried our ‘safe word’ out in pain. In prior meetings he would have removed his hand at this point but this time was different, he pulled out a fraction to let me relax then pushed back into me again each time pushing in a little deeper, each time I would cry out as my pussy stretched wider and wider taking his hand. After what seemed ages of this torture, I felt his hand slide up inside of me and my pussy tighten around his wrist. He held it there for a minute or two then curled his hand into a fist and started to slowly move in and out going deeper each time. Daddy was finally fisting me. As he pushed his fist in and out deeper and deeper his momentum got faster and faster until he was pounding the hell out of my pussy with his fist and I was moaning and crying out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I thought he was going force me to cum.

Just as I thought I was going to explode he removed his fist from me. I winced in pain as his arm and hand withdrew from my insides through the tight muscles of my pussy. I was a mess, a total sobbing slut that had just been pussy raped violently by his fingers, cock, toy and eventually fist. He untied my wrists and ankles and told me to lie on my back. After doing so he rebound me spread eagle again to the frame of the bed. I had no energy to put up any resistance to being tied a 2nd time. He strapped a belt around my cock and balls and pulled on it for his amusement watching me squirm and moan in pain each time the belt was pulled tight and my balls were tortured. He knelt over my face with his knees on either side of my head as he sat on my chest. Every now and then his foot or hand would connect my balls as he told me they were his to do as he liked with. Each time I cried and jerked my body in pain he smiled.

He told me he wanted to breed my mouth and he pushed his cock into me to suck him. Before I knew it he was lying over my face pound my mouth as hard and deep as he did my pussy. He finally sat back on my chest jacking his cock moaning louder and louder as the orgasm built up in him. Suddenly he grabbed my hair pulling my mouth towards his cock. I tried to resist but he pulled hard on the belt still in his hand and attached to my cock and balls making me cry out in agony. As his cum started to spray on my face he continued pulling the belt ordering me to keep my mouth open. I tasted his sticky cum for the first time. His first shot landed on my lips, face and chin, the second inside my mouth. Before I had a chance to spit it out his cock plunged deep down my throat and his cock pumped and pumped as he bucked and rode my mouth deep and hard unloading what seemed to be a ton of cum into me breeding my mouth and throat. I had no choice but to swallow everything he shot into me as I gasped for air. When he finally withdrew his cock he used it to mop up the cum of my chin and face making me lick and suck his cock clean.

He sat on my chest long after I had licked and sucked his cock clean. I never felt like such a slut before but I was and one totally used, abused and raped. Daddy got up off me, told me I finally knew what it was to be his slut and went to shower to wash. I thought we were finished. When he got back from the shower he was dressed in everything except his shoes and socks. Rather than finish dressing he decided to take an empty corona beer bottle from his bag. Holding it by the narrow end he forced the thick end into my already stretched and sore pussy. He raped me with the bottle over and over jerking my hard cock at the same time. I yelled I was cumming, he grabbed a glass in one hand and pulled back on my cock hard making me scream out in orgasm and explode load after load into the glass. I couldn’t believe how much I came. I knew in the past that abusing my balls made me cum harder but this load half filled the glass. When I was done he untied me and rolled me over on my front. He took a funnel from his bag and pushed it deep into my pussy. I felt my own warm cum fill my sore and sensitive pussy as he poured it in. ‘Next time it will be reversed’ he told me, ‘I’ll breed your pussy and you will drink and swallow your own cum for Daddy’. I nodded in agreement with him.

Then he got up and told me to walk him to the door. I limped my way over with him, completely exhausted starting to drip my cum from my boy pussy and still tasting his cum in my mouth. He put on his first shock and shoe then while I wasn’t expecting it his other foot swung up between my legs catching my balls with a vicious kick. I collapsed on the floor writhing about in agony. He loved it, the total control, it drove him crazy. He unzipped his pants, pulled them down and pulled his cock out which was rock hard again. He pushed me onto my stomach and plunged his erection straight into my pussy as hard and deep as he could. Reaching between my legs as he pounded me he grabbed my swollen and painful balls squeezing them again and ordering me to beg him to rape me. There was nothing I could do, I begged him over and over to rape and breed my pussy then I heard him groan out loud and felt him explode inside of me as his hard cock jerked over and over and his cum sprayed against my insides. Wave after wave of his cum shot deep into my pussy mixing with my own as he buried his cock as deep in side me as he possibly could.

When he was done, he pulled his cock from me and made me suck him clean. He took the glass and used it to catch the huge load of our mixed sticky warm cum now leaking out of my pussy. When he showed it to me I couldn’t believe how much there was. the glass was almost three quarters full. I looked like 5 guys had unloaded into it. He smiled at me, said well done and then told me I had to drink but now swallow it. He wanted to see it in my mouth. Using the belt around my balls as his leverage I was forced to open up and be fed the warm cum. As per his orders I opened my mouth to show it filled, he smiled and told me to swallow it. If I spilled or spat out a single drop I would have my balls totally busted. I was afraid to do anything but exactly what he ordered.

While lying on the floor cum dripping from my pussy and mouth still with cum residue inside, he finished dressing continuing to smile at me and congratulate me on my slut success. I was speechless part in disbelief and part in total obedience.. He laughed at me and told me never to say no or postpone him again. He said me he could have me any time he wanted and do anything he wished, I was HIS slut and there was nothing I would ever do but obey. He told me he was going to prove it and ordered me to kneel in front of him. He said he was going to prove his point by kicking my balls hard with me knowing in advance. Amazingly, I did nothing but prepare myself for the pain, I had tears in my eyes but just stayed as ordered. He told me to close my eyes, I did, it seemed to take ages but when it finally did come his kick was swift, exactly on my balls and hard. I collapsed to the ground passed out. When I came to daddy had gone but not before placing the beer bottle back inside me and writing on my balls in felt pen, ‘Daddys Balls’ and across my cheeks, ‘Daddys Pussy’.

It took me days to get over the experience and weeks to get the felt pen off my skin. My balls were sore all weekend and my pussy ached from the abuse it took but I jerked off 8 times that weekend in excitement of what happened that Friday evening. I had my mouth bred, pussy bred, balls kicked and was fisted all for the very first time.

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As a typical horny, gay teenager, there was a lot of stuff out there that would have me lock myself in my room every day to whack one off whenever I could. Magazines with male models, the hot skater boys in my street, the buff guys at the gym, it was all enough to keep me going. Being 19 years old, sex was a big part of my life. I wanted to try everything.

I watched a lot of porn from when I was young so I already knew a lot about sex before I even started. Certain things would get me hornier than others, like seeing athletic guys in tight fitting tank tops or singlets. It made them look so manly and like they would take control. That was a big turn on of mine, a man that could take control. Not someone who would tie me down to a bed and have his way with me, someone who would tell me what to do, be a little forceful and know what he wants.

I saw this quality in my brother, Ryan, a few times that, I admit, I was slightly turned on by when we would play wrestle and he would pin me down. He was a 21 year old Personal Trainer who was in amazing shape. He didn’t care who was watching when he came out of the bathroom in just a pair of boxer shorts. He had ripped abs, perfect, hard pecs and biceps that bulged from his arms, even when he wasn’t tensing. He had trained me a few times which got me to my athletic self that I am now. Defined pecs that weren’t as big as his, but they were noticeable, abs that you could see the outline of and small biceps.

He had mostly looked after me when we were growing up. We never knew our mother and our father was always away on business. So Ryan had taken care of me all these years which made me respect him. He’d always barge into my room at 8am yelling ‘GET UP CHRIS! OR YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE!’

Luckily I was good enough to hide all my gay porn from him over the years. It came as a shock to him when I finally came out at the age of 17. He was fine with it all though. He respected me a lot more for having the guts to come out and protected me anytime someone would give me shit about being gay. That same year was the year I had my first experience with a guy.

As far as I remember, it was on my best mates, Adam’s, birthday. A bunch of us guys went over to his to have a few drinks and party. He had the place to himself that weekend as his parents didn’t want to impose. We ended up having a fun time with just the guys. Even though I came out to them first, they were always still my best mates.

Once the party started to die down and the guys started to crash, it ended up just being me and Adam left outside on one of the couches chatting. He told me about one of the chicks at school he was banging and what it was like. Even though I preferred dick, I still always had an interest in what it would be like with a chick. After our long and little too informative discussion, we sat there in silence for a moment before Adam spoke.

‘So… Where’s my birthday blowjob?’

We both started laughing but I wasn’t too sure if it was entirely a joke. Then he proved me right when he grabbed my hand and put it straight onto his crotch. I could feel his already hard cock in his pants as I squeezed it slightly. He let out a soft moan.

‘You want to Chris?’ He asked.

‘I dunno. What if someone catches us?’

‘No one’s gonna catch us. Everyone’s crashed already man.’

As he said this, he was unzipping his fly and pulling out his big cock.

‘It’s 8 inches. All the chicks I’ve been with struggle to suck it. What do you think?’

I was speechless for a moment. Partly because my best mate wanted me suck him off and partly because of the size of his dick. 8 thick inches of cut cock right there for me. He was slightly bigger than me at the time. Mine was 7 and a half inches cut but not as thick as his.

‘It’s… big.’ Was all I could manage to get out.

‘Yeah its big. I haven’t jerked off in 3 days now and haven’t been blown in months.’

All I could do is stare in awe at his dick sticking through his jeans, kind of leaning downwards from the weight of it with a drop of precum on the tip. He reached his arm out and put his hand on my shoulder.

‘Don’t just stare at it with your mouth open. Put that mouth to use and suck my dick.’

His hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my head as he pushed my head down to his big cock. The only thing I could do now was open my mouth wide and start sucking. His cock filled my mouth after 4 inches as I started to suck on it. The feeling of it in my mouth was amazing. I could taste his sweet precum as more came gushing out. He began to moan while my lips tightened around his throbbing dick.

He let go of my head to allow me to get on my knees while he took his shirt off. I looked at his toned body which he got from all the years of riding bikes and surfing. My tongue went straight for his right nipple while I caressed the left. He let out soft moans while I licked down his sexy body, back to his cock. Grabbing it, I licked all the way up his shaft and circled my tongue around the head. He moaned in ecstasy before I felt both his hands on the back of my head. He tried pushing my down onto his cock to try and get as much in my mouth as he could. Once his cock hit the back of my throat, I gagged.

‘Ha ha. Just like the chicks use to. But don’t worry Chris, you’ll learn to take it all.’

At that moment, I knew I was his. The way he talked, told me that he was going to make me take all of his massive cock in my mouth tonight but this won’t be the last time we do anything like this. He was in control and it made me hornier than ever. My cock was aching in my pants to be let free. I unzipped my fly and pulled my hard on out. Adam looked down at my cock while I stroked it.

‘Wow Chris. You’re pretty big yourself there. Let me have a taste.’

I obeyed him, stood up and moved so my dick was in front of his face. He looked at it for a minute before grabbing the base and slowly moving his mouth over it. His tongue brushed against my shaft and lips sucked onto it, making me moan. I thought my moans might wake someone else up but I didn’t care. The first time a man is sucking my cock and it felt amazing. He took more and more of my dick into his mouth until I realised that he had the whole thing down his throat. I was amazed and so turned on. I nearly came right then and there now his throat. He sucked me off for a while longer, swallowing every bit of precum I gave him before taking his mouth off my cock.

‘Where… did you learn… that?’ I panted.

‘I’ve experimented before with a guy. Maybe someday I’ll tell you who. But for now, I want you to be able to do what I just did to you. Get on your knees and keep sucking my cock.’

His authority was a huge turn on for me. I did as I was told and got back on my knees. My lips slowly engulfed his throbbing cock until it hit the back of my throat and made me gag again. This time, instead of pulling away, Adam put both hands on the back of my head and pushed me further down on it. My eyes started tearing up from my gag reflex but he kept forcing more of his dick down my throat. Before I knew it, his whole 8 inches were down my throat and my chin was touching his balls.

‘Fuck man. You’re a natural. Now you can deepthroat my cock. Keep sucking for me.’

I slowly sucked him off while he sat back. He enjoyed every moment as he moaned. After a while, I noticed that he was slowly thrusting into my mouth. His hands returned to my head and he started thrusting more. He stood up while I stayed on my knees and started thrusting harder into my mouth, filling my mouth with every inch of his cock.

‘You love my dick, don’t you Chris?’

I looked into his eyes to see that he was in total control of me. I tried to say ‘yes’ but it was muffled by his massive dick.

‘Yeah you love it. Suck my cock bitch. You’re gonna take my huge load.’

He was still thrusting while I was jerking my cock. I felt his cock get even harder and I knew he was about to blow. One final thrust and a moan from him and he was flooding my throat with his cum. 3 days of cum filling me while I swallowed every drop. He started sliding his cock out but held the end in my mouth. I knew he wanted me to suck every drop of cum from his cock so I obeyed. He sat down and I sat next to him, both of us trying to catch our breath.

‘Dam you’re a good cock sucker Chris. Take your shirt off. Now it’s my turn to do something for you.’

I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head before feeling Adam’s hand wrap around my cock. He started jerking me off, getting me closer than I was before. It didn’t take me long before I felt the cum building up for my climax. He felt my cock twitch so he jerked faster. I moaned before blowing my load all over my chest and abs. Adam went straight down and started sucking the cum off my cock, then licking it off my body. I just enjoyed the feeling of his tongue exploring me. When he finished, we decided that we should probably go to bed like the other had. As we went inside, we looked at each other.

‘Thanks for the birthday present Chris.’

‘It was my pleasure. Happy Birthday Adam.’

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‘You gonna come over and y trague mi hombria? You like that huh nino?’ Julio whispered into the phone. We met on a dating website about a month ago, and when I saw his sexy picture tuve que agarrar. He is so masculine with the body of a god and the polla y pelotas gigantes to match. Tonight will be the first time we meet face to face other than a web cam.’Si papi, gonna work your monstruo polla in my hot holes,’ I replied as seductively as I could.

‘See you in an hour nino.’ I heard a click on the other end of the phone line. He just got off work at the construction site so I knew he was hot and horny. I threw on my Mexico themed briefs with my bright red cockring on my nine inch pinga underneath. I put on my black jeans and my tight red underarmour shirt to show off my massive chest, I grabbed my motorcycle keys on my way out the door. The whole ride over I thought about how he would grab me as soon as he opened the door and fuck my brains out on his living room floor. I arrived at his casa and walked up the stairs to his front door. This is it papi. I knocked on his door and was greeted by his sexy smile.’Angel!’ Julio excitedly said as he wrapped his huge arms around my waist and kissed me on the cheek. His soft lips sent a wave of heat through my body and straight to my cock.

‘Como estas?’ he asked me in a thick Spanish accent.

‘Estoy bien, et tu?’ I replied.

‘Great now, come in.’ he eagerly said as he pulled me into the house. The house was dark except for candles leading to the dining room area. I watched his ass through his tight fitted jeans as he walked over to the table.

‘I think I went a little overboard with the food,’ he said kind of embarrassed. It was a little cute for a guy as big as him to look so vulnerable.

‘I-I didn’t expect any of this,’ I told him, and I wasn’t lying. I gave up on chicos like this a long time ago after my ex Daniel.

‘Perdoname nino, es demasiado?’ he asked sounding a little worried.

‘No,no. Es dulce, gracias Julio,’ I quickly reassured him. He smiled and pulled out a chair for me. I walked over and sat down while he brought out Pollo a la Mexiana y Dobel Ponhes. We talked a lot as we ate dinner. About his work, family, hobbies, just getting to know each other. I found out that he’s five years older than me, que es vientisiete. After we ate he picked up our plates and brought them to the kitchen like a perfect caballero. I got up from the table and followed behind him. He was washing our plates when I noticed him. I walked behind him and pressed my body against his, reaching under him to grab his huge pecs.’Gracias Julio, for dinner and everything,’ I whispered into his ear.

‘Don’t thank me yet Angel, usted no ha tenido todavia el postre.’ he replied. He turned around and pressed his hot lips against mine, his tongue swirling together with mine. It felt as if his kiss knocked all the breath out of my chest. He stopped and looked at me with an intense, mesmerizing smile on his face.

‘You sure you want this nino?’ he asked me, sliding his hand down my stomach to grab my belt buckle.

‘Papi I thought you’d never ask!’ I growled. Julio smiled and led me down the hall into the master bedroom. It was insanely huge but that wasn’t all I noticed on the red walls were shelves with candle that filled the room with a romantic feeling. On the other walls though, were dildos and sex toys of all different kinds. The other side of the room had a sling attached to the ceiling and wrist and ankle chains on the ceiling and the floor as well as the four post bed.

‘Julio mierda, que gusta a la intemperie!’ He laughed and started unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his naturally hairy chest and abs, which were neatly trimmed. The hair continued past the waistband of his black jockstrap. Julio saw my jaw almost hit the floor as I saw his already massive cock swell under the thin fabric and smiled.

‘You like what you see nino?’ I walked over to him to kiss and suck his neck, letting him know that I certainly did. By his moans I could tell he did too. I slid down his chest to his left nipple piercing and swirled the cool metal around in my mouth. I went down lower past his abs and to his jockstrap. While using my lips to trace the outline of his dick I spread apart his ass cheeks with my hands and dipped a finger inside. Gripping the band of his jockstrap with my teeth I started to slowly pull them down, looking deeply into his eyes as I did so. As I came back up my tongue glided along his thick, tan thigh. I heard him moan as my tongue quickly left his leg to busily lick his balls while his monster cock bobbed back and forth, hitting my face over and over again.

‘ Shit nino, fuck yeah. Wash ’em baby,’ he purred as I took one of his massive plums into my wet mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue all around it. I stopped thrusting my finger in and out of his warm manhole and slowly started to stand, licking every curve and angle of his body as I rose. I reached his gorgeous face and pulled him into a deep kiss, thrusting my tongue in and out of his warm hole.

‘I want to taste me on you,’ he exhaled between kisses. I stuck out my finger I used to work his ass and he greedily took it into his mouth, sucking, licking, swirling his tongue around it. I pulled my finger out of his mouth and wrapped my own lips around it.

‘Mmm… que es beuno,’ I moaned. He grabbed my by my hand and led me across the room to the chains attached to the ceiling and floor. He threw my hands up above my head and slowly slid his hands up their length and kissed my neck. I felt him bite down hard on the skin and I moaned aloud and threw my head back. Then I felt the cold metal slap around my wrists. Julio walked in front of me, his huge fully hard cock bouncing up and down as he walked.

‘I’m gonna make you feel so good Angel, gonna work you so hard,’ he said in his deep masculine tone, his voice was screaming authority, and I knew who was now in charge here. He pulled me in by the waist for a deep kiss, our tongues colliding with each other like a damn tornado. I felt the warmth of his breath fill my body with ecstasy. God if only I weren’t chained up. His lips left mine leaving me biting them wanting more. He reached up to grip the back of my head while the other slowly trailed down my back to massage my ass crack as he began to passionately kiss and bite my neck. His hands studied my body as his tongue slid down across my entire body. He was now on his knees smiling at me with his thumbs under the sides of my briefs. He pulled them down to my ankles as my now rigid cock sprang forth and smacked him in the jaw.

‘Damn nino, someone’s happy to see me,’ he said as he gripped my pinga with both hands and started jerking me off. He began to thumb the head which was now pouring pre-cum. He took his thumb into his mouth and moaned.

‘ You taste so sweet Angel,’ he groaned. Then without warning he took my cock into his waiting mouth. I watched as my my pinga disappeared, reappeared, then disappeared into his gorgeous face. His mouth was milking me for everything I had to offer. The way his lips wrapped around me so gently and softly. He slowly swallowed me fully until his nose was buried deep into my pubic hairs, then came all the way off to feverishly lick the head. I began to thrust my hips forward to meet his waiting mouth. I felt I was going to cum so I thrust my hips back as far as I could. Julio smiled and stood up to kiss me long and hard. His hands slid up my arms once again to uncuff me. He lifted me by the ass as I clung to him. He walked over to the bed and laid me down on my back, my bare ass on the edge of the bed. Julio kissed me, then my neck, my abs, and so on. He smiled at me and I knew what was coming next. He lifted my ass towards my face his face as he dove straight into my crack with his tongue. I moaned aloud as he tongue fucked me. I heard him laugh as my moans got louder and he really started to jam that thick tongue in there. His wet tongue felt fantastico working my ass. His hands were massaging my balls as he did so. After awhile he went from fucking me to gently licking my hole as I held his head in place, locking my legs around his neck.

‘Shit yeah, lick that ass papi,’ I groaned as I threw my head back. Julio climbed onto the bed and lay on top of me, pressing his dick against mine and swerving his hips in circles.

‘You sure…you want this Angel?’ Julio asked me between kisses. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He slowly began to stand, my arms tight around his neck.

‘Here it comes nino,’ he said as he lowered me onto his monster cock. My God, his dick was ripping my in half! I never even dreamed of shoving something this big up my ass.

‘So fucking tight babe’ he moaned as he continued to pump into me. The sensible thing to do would be to hop off this god screaming, clenching my ass. But for some reason the look in his eyes made me want to give him everything, no matter what. So I sucked it up and bit down on my lip, trying desperately not to scream, fighting back tears. I buried my face into the small of his muscular shoulder and gladly accepted the pain. A single tear fell down my face onto his shoulder and he immediately stooped his attack on my asshole. I gave him a halfhearted smile as he cupped my face with one hand, looking into my eyes with horror.

‘Are you okay Angel? Did I hurt you?’ he asked me, concern taking over his voice. Before I could even answer I found myself lost in the softness of his lips. He kissed me gently, as if not to hurt me. Most chicos wouldn’t care what anyone else felt but he was different. We kissed for a few moments and he still hadn’t started fucking me yet. A few seconds later he pulled my away from his warm mouth.

‘Are you ready babe?’ he asked me. I gave him a real smile this time with another kiss to answer his question. This time he pushed inside of me slowly and carefully. When I was all the way down there was very little pain. It was replaced with the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt before. His cock filled me again and again as I bounced up and down.

‘That feels so good papi,’ I moaned as I began kissing his neck. He started to thrust his cock into my ass all the way, going faster and faster each time. I clung to his neck as he fucked me in a way I had never been fucked before, his bedroom filled with our reams and the sound of his giant balls slapping up against my ass. He leaned back and stretched out across the bed and I started to fuck myself on his dick, my own hitting my stomach repeatedly. He began jerking me off as my ass slammed against his crotch. After awhile Julio moved his hands to my waist and started to meet my ass with his own deep thrusts. I slowly eased off his fuck stick and quickly got to my knees to worship his amazing cock. Before I even knew it I had forced my mouth to swallow almost half of his dick, while my hands worked his massive balls. I moved off his cock to take one of his balls into my wanting mouth.

‘Damn Angel, you make me want you so bad,’ he growled as he got me on my feet only to lay me back down on the bed, my ass pointing towards the ceiling. First I felt his hands on my waist, then his lips on my neck, and finally the weight of his body pressing against mine. I turned my head so my lips could meet his, my ass rocking back and forth ass his dick slid up and down the crack. I bit down on my bottom lips as Julio slapped and squeezed my ass. He pushed my legs apart with his knees and pressed the head of his cock against my asshole.

‘How bad do you want it babe?’ he teased as he just held himself outside of me. He chuckled as I started rocking my ass underneath his muscular body.

‘Okay then baby, here we go.’ I felt an instant turn on by him calling me baby…his baby. He entered me slowly, laying flat on top of me, and just laid there. I tried to push against him but he had me pinned. He began kissing and sucking my neck , his hands moving up and down my waist. After awhile he began he began thrusting his hips into my ass. I moaned and gripped the sheets as his dick slid in and out of my ass, filling me with a different electricity than before. It was more like he was claiming me as his own with that beautiful body and cock. I felt him nibble on my ears and his lips found my neck, then my jaw, and finally my mouth. I reached back to squeeze his ass as he dominated my hole. I began playing with his asshole with both hands, my fingers massaging his ass crack. Julio started driving my ass harder and faster, all the way to the hilt. My moans turned to screams of pleasure as he grabbed me by both wrists and started to fuck me hard. His dick was pounding my ass so hard I had to bite down on the sheets which were wet from the pre-cum pouring from my rock hard dick. Julio’s grip on my wrists tightened and his moans got louder and louder. I felt my body lift off the bed as he fucked me.

‘Oh fuck yeah baby!’ Julio pulled me in for one final thrust. His leche shoot into my ass hard and hot like thrusts of his dick. As soon as he started shooting his seed in me, my own started pumping out like a waterfall out of my cock. He held me there as my cum shot all over the bed. Julio stood me straight up and kissed me deeply, his now softening dick still resting inside me. He bent me over the bed and slid his cock out of me and spread my ass cheeks apart. He stuck his tongue deep into my hole and began thrusting it in and out. As soon as his tongue left my ass I felt the warm cum pumping out of my ass. It was one of the most amazing feelings I’ve ever had, the perfect angel’s leche pouring from my ass. I had never let another man cum inside of my ass before. Julio was and would always be the first. When I felt the last of the cum turn into a mere drip I turned to see Julio wiping his face of the cum that was just deposited from my ass a few moments ago. He looked so sexy with his chest covered in his own manhood. His face dove into my ass to busily lick the remains of his warm seed. His tongue traveled from my asshole to my balls as he devoured each one into his wet mouth. Then his tongue slid all the way down to the tip of my pinga to suck it dry. Julio smacked my as as he climbed onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me deeply for what seemed forever. That was the first night I spent lying in the arms of the most beautiful man in the world, Julio.

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