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  • Triple Play

    My baseball coach seduced me when I was a senior in high school. He was almost the first guy I ever made it with. It happened one Thursday in April after a particularly rough practice session, and it came as a real surprise to me – not unwelcomed, just unexpected. All that spring, I had been thinking a lot about making it with another guy, and I fooled around a bit with some guys, but I had never put the coach on my secret list of potential sex partners. He just seemed so straight, you know?

    Thinking back now, I guess he had shown me a lot of personal attention, frequently calling me into his office to give me extra help and pointers on how to improve my game. That’s why I didn’t think anything about it that afternoon when he stuck his head into the showers and hollered that he wanted to see me in his office, pronto. In a way, I was relieved when he called to me, because on that particular day I was having one hell of a time trying to keep my cock under control.

    I wonder now if he had noticed my semi-erect cock as I stood there naked, soaping off the sweat and grime that had been building up over the last few hours. If he had, I’m sure he couldn’t know that the erection I was trying so unsuccessfully to repress was caused by desire for my teammate, Jeff, who was standing under the showerhead across from me, as naked as I was.

    Anyway, when the coach called to me, I quickly rinsed off, turned off the shower, and hurriedly grabbed my towel. Drying myself off, I followed the coach down the aisle between the lockers. Just before I stepped through the door of his office, I stopped and wrapped the towel around my midsection. That’s when I noticed that Jeff had followed me out of the shower, and was standing at his locker, leisurely drying his lean, muscular body, and intently watching me. Our eyes locked for a second, he turned away, and I went into the office, the coach closing the door behind me. I remember wondering briefly what Jeff was thinking at that moment, and if he had any idea at all that he was number one on my secret list of potential sex partners.

    Jeff had everything I admired: a lively expressiveness, good humor, great looks, a serious attitude towards developing his fine body, and modesty (but with the sexy air that doesn’t say “yes” but doesn’t say “no” either.) I wanted to find ways to be with him, to get to know him better. I wanted him to like me. I wanted to see where things would lead. I wanted to make it with him if I could work it so that he thought it was all his idea. I did a lot of daydreaming about it, and my balls ached all the time, so I jacked off thinking about him every night. For the last few years, it was his older brother Peter, who drove me crazy, but he had graduated and gone off to college.

    Unfortunately, things hadn’t gone very far at all with Jeff and me neither. It seemed as if he tried to avoid me more than just ignore me. I’d sit next to him casually after taking a turn at bat, for example, and when he’d come back from his turn, he’d find another place, not returning to the open spot next to me. Someone would call to him and say a bunch of us were going to get something to eat, and he’d see me in the group and decline the invitation. He’d grunt whenever I’d made a remark directly to him, and be non-committal. I was reluctantly coming to the conclusion that he had somehow developed a dislike for me, and I couldn’t figure out why. You know how teen-agers are. I hurt like hell. He couldn’t have known I was gay. You learn very quickly to mask that sort of thing, and I was a quick learner.

    The day after the coach put the make on me, though, Jeff came into the shower room and took the showerhead right next to mine. Since we were almost alone in the large room, it was a startling move. Whenever anyone came in to shower, standard procedure seemed to dictate that he take a showerhead at least two showerheads from the next guy, if possible, even if they were good friends. The only time someone took the showerhead right next to mine was when the room was almost full. And Jeff would normally have taken any other showerhead but the one next to mine. I looked at him with surprise.

    “Hi, Jack.” He smiled, looking me in the eye. It was the first time I could remember he had ever called me by name. And he had never greeted me before. I had always been the one to say “Hello” and he’d grunt. And he had never looked me so boldly in the eye before, either. “Huh?…” was my clever response. I stared back at him. Suddenly, for no reason I could explain, I started to blush. Apparently, my whole face, neck, shoulders, and part of my chest turned bright red. I felt hot and flushed, even though the water spray was cool.

    “You’re turnin’ all red, Jack.” His smile turned into a wicked grin. “Somethin’ wrong?”

    He turned his body to me, soaping up languorously, hands running over his well-developed chest and abdomen, legs apart. Somehow his hand movements drew my attention to his crotch, where everything seemed to be in motion.

    “Uhh…” My conversation had become brilliant. I felt my face get even hotter as I stared at his swaying cock. It was lengthening, enlarging. “Er…”

    “You okay, Jack?” he smirked.

    “Umm. Er. Yeah. I’m okay. My mind was wandering. Sorry.” I looked back into his leer and felt my face flush even redder.

    He leaned over toward me and whispered conspiratorially, “Do you always turn red when someone starts talkin’ to you in the shower, kid?” He laughed aloud, throwing his head back, jutting out his crotch as if to provide me a better look. “Well?”

    The laugh was infectious. It made me laugh, too. And all the harder as I realize how inappropriate it was for him to call me “kid.” We were both eighteen, had the same build, the same height and weight, were in the same grade, and on the same varsity ball team. While I secretly lusted after him, there he was calling me “kid,” like I was some pimply-faced ninth-grader. It seemed so unfair. It was also so frustrating. He had caught me completely off guard. If I hadn’t laughed, I would have cried. But I stopped laughing as I noticed his cock continuing to lengthen.

    “You never talk to me in the shower or anywhere else. You caught me by surprise, Jeff.” I was recovering. “What’s up?”

    I looked directly at his cock. Openly. Obviously. Then I looked up into his face. He was still smirking. But then, instantly, his expression grew serious.

    “You remember my brother, Peter, don’t you?” he asked.

    “Of course I do. He was Team Captain when you and I first made the team. What’s he now, a freshman at State, right?”

    I wondered why he wanted to talk about his brother. Peter had been my idol. I thought he was perfect. I had been eager to please him when I’d first started playing on the team. But I’d pretty well put him out of my mind lately. Jeff had replaced him.

    “He told me to say ‘hello’ to you.”

    “He did? No Kidding. When?” I was very pleased to hear that Peter had thought of me.

    “Just last night. He’s home for some kind of break. He and I got to rapping about you. He asked me to invite you over after workout tonight. Wadda ya say? Will you come?” He smiled. Then he slid his hand into his crotch and began soaping up his cock, grabbing it lewdly, it seemed to me. I thought about the invitation as I watched in fascination as he soaped his cock and balls, now with both hands. His back was to the doorway and to the other two fellows in the showers. I had the clear impression that he was beginning to play with himself just for my benefit. I found it very difficult to keep from getting a full erection.

    The idea of seeing Peter again was stimulating. He had been number one on my secret list for a long time – until he graduated. At the time, he was the sexiest player on the team, without a doubt. He was always playing grab-ass, or snapping towels at some naked jock, or telling dirty jokes. I had enjoyed just being around him, nearby. I wasn’t part of his intimate group of friends, but he seemed to want to make the time to give me a pointer to improve my game, or to pat me on the butt for a good play, or just to wink at me to let me know he knew I was around. You know the type.

    “I’d have to phone my Mom first. She gets pissed if I don’t show up when expected. What time should I tell her I’ll be home?”

    “Tell her you’re sleeping over.”

    My mouth fell open.

    “Sure. Tell her we’ve got to study for some exam tomorrow, and that my parents thought it would be good if we study real late and go right to bed.” He gave me a confident smile. “You know how to bullshit ’em, don’t you?”

    “Yeah, but sleeping over… I don’t know…”

    “C’mon! Pete says it’ll be fun.”

    “He does? You mean he asked you to ask me to sleep over?” I was really puzzled. Why would Peter even remember me, particularly? Why would he want me to sleep over? “How come?” I asked aloud.

    “Fuck,” Jeff said, rinsing off the soap and backing up into the spray, not turning from me, watching me stare at his heavy cock and huge balls. “Pete didn’t ask me to ask you. He told me to tell you!” He laughed mysteriously, enjoying the puzzled look on my face. “Just say yes. We’ll have a good time, I promise you.” He smirked and raised his eyebrows a few times, as if trying to be suggestive. It just looked silly and I laughed. Still I was curious.

    “Okay. I’ll come over.”

    Thirty minutes later, I was following Jeff through the back door of his home into the kitchen.

    In a loud voice, he called out, “Pete, we’re home.”

    “Umm, Jeff,” I asked, “aren’t your folks home?”

    “Naw, they’re off on a two week vacation.”

    “Geez, you heard me tell my mom your parents thought it was a good idea if I stayed over. She’ll shit if she finds out they’re not here.”

    “My parents think this is a great idea. We phoned them last night and told them. Your mom will never find out – and even if she does, my dad will tell her it was his idea. Stop worrying.” He called out again, “Hey, Pete! C’mon down.”

    I heard a door close upstairs and heard someone coming down loudly, taking two or three stairs at a time and thudding to the bottom. Then Peter came bounding energetically into the room, looking more spectacular than handsome men ought to be allowed to look. He put his arms way out and came right over to me. He embraced me warmly – I had been expecting a formal handshake. I figured this must be how he greeted his brother and his brother’s friends, so I returned the strong hug. It felt good!

    He reached out and tousled his brother’s hair, saying with a grin, “You got ‘im!”

    I wondered what that meant exactly, but it seemed as if I’d never understand other people’s motives, so I just smiled, as Peter went to the fridge to get himself a beer.

    We had some sandwiches for supper. Afterwards, we sprawled out in Peter’s bedroom, listening to his stereo and talking baseball. Just as I was beginning to grow comfortable in the presence of these two handsome brothers, one my old idol, the other my new flame, Peter ask something that hit me right in the groin!

    “That ol’ cocksucker of a coach still around?”

    Jeff laughed. “He sure is. I’m glad you warned me about him.”

    I felt my face flush. “What do you mean?” I spoke awkwardly, feeling I had been caught in a trap. What were they up to?

    Peter rubbed his crotch lasciviously. We were lying on the floor in a “Y” formation. Both their crotches were only inches from my face, one on each side of me, as I lay on my stomach between them.

    “You mean no one ever told you about him?”

    “No.” I could hardly get the word out, I was so flustered.

    “He’s the biggest cocksucker in town. I could tell you stories about him that’s make your hair stand on end.”

    “Or something stand on end,” Jeff added with a giggle. The both laughed. They seemed to be communicating with each other on a level I couldn’t take in.

    “Yeah,” Peter sighed with a smile, “that guy is really something else. He called me into his office one evening as I was coming out of the showers. I went in, closed the door, and asked what he wanted, and he said, right out, he wanted to suck my cock. Can you beat that!” He grinned at me.

    My eyes bulged out. I was sure it was a look of guilt, but he seemed to take it for a look of disbelief.

    “Hey, Jack, no shit! He asked right out if he could suck my cock.” He paused. Both he and Jeff were waiting for me to say something.

    “Wha… What did you do?” I asked quietly, barely able to breathe.

    “What would you have done?” Peter parried, his hand still rubbing his crotch. Jeff’s hand was now on his own crotch, holding it lewdly, I thought. I could have passed out.

    Peter leaned closer. Well…?”

    “You mean if…” I paused.

    Jeff interrupted. “Yeah, suppose he asked you if he could suck your cock, man. What would do?”

    I thought as fast as I could. Here they were, apparently getting aroused talking about the coach who had given me a blow-job just the very night before, and asking me what I’d do if he asked to blow me. I didn’t want to lie, for some reason, although that would be easy, but I wasn’t about to open up and admit anything right then and there either.

    “No fair,” I countered. “I asked you first, Peter. What did you do?”

    Peter grinned, but said nothing.

    “Lemme see if I can guess,” I ventured bravely. “You said you were coming out of the shower so you were naked, right? You were about my age then, so you were horny. Am I right?” He raised his eyebrows. I decided to be assertive. “You were probably curious, too, if you’re anything like me. So I’d guess that you probably tried it.” For the first time, I relaxed and smiled. “Right?”

    Peter grinned back, still not replying, so I turned to his brother. “What about you, Jeff? Did the coach ask to suck your cock, too?” I smiled at Jeff. His full crotch was even closer to my face than his brother’s. To challenge them at their own game, I sat up, my legs crossed yoga style, and I rubbed my basket boldly, even though it contained a completely deflated cock.

    “Not yet, kid,” Jeff said with that wicked grin of his, “but I’ve been expecting him to ask any day now. Pete says he seems to prefer only the seniors. I figure I’ll be asked soon enough, especially since I happened to see him close his door behind your naked ass last night, Jack.”

    “Oh, shit!” I blurted out. I was discovered. “No wonder you and Peter talked about me last night.”

    “You bet your ass we did,” Peter laughed. “Why don’t you tell us what happened?” He winked at me. “Jeff said you didn’t come out right away.” He sensed my reluctance to talk about it, so he said, enthusiastically, “Good fuckin’ book, ain’t it?”

    “Book” What book?” Jeff demanded eagerly.

    “You know about the book, Peter?” I asked with some relief. If he was referring to the book of male nudes the coach had shown me as a “good fuckin’ book,” he must have seen it – and liked it – too. But, then again, maybe he was only toying with me.

    “What book?” Jeff persisted.

    “Yeah,” Peter said, rather casually. “He shows that book to everybody.” He turned to his brother. ” Jeff, I’ve told you about that book plenty of times when we’ve been beating off together. It’s the photo album of nude, muscular, young jocks he likes to look at, and show to guys he’s interested in blowing. It’s got all those pictures of him blowing guys.” He turned back to me. “You didn’t see my picture in it, though, did you, Jack?”

    “Uh… You guys jack off together?” This was going by too fast for me.

    “Well, hell yes, sure we do – but that’s another subject. Did you see a picture of me?” Peter was insistent. “in the photo album? Did you?”

    “No,” I answered honestly, “but I didn’t see the whole book. Did you pose for him?” I couldn’t imagine that, but the idea of it started turning me on. “Well?”

    “Sure did. It was fun. But he swore he’d never put any photo into the album within four years of its being taken, so that no student would recognize a former student. You wouldn’t have seen a photo of me, even if you had looked through the whole book.”

    I decided to get a little brazen. “Well,” I said,” some of the photos only showed some guys from balls to tits. I’d have to take a look at you, now, to see if I had seen a picture of you.” I laughed, rubbing my now responsive cock. “You know?”

    “That can be arranged,” Peter said with a laugh. He began to unbutton his fly with one hand, while his other hand slid his tee-shirt up to his neck, revealing an excellent, maturing body of thick muscles and superb definition. His large, hard cock jumped from the fly, looking red and ready in front of dark cockhair trailing to his navel. He was even sexier than I had remembered – and his body odor was wonderful, causing my nose to sniff eagerly, my mouth to water, and my cock to throb!

    “Man,” I sighed, straining toward him to inhale the masculine odors.

    Jeff leaned over and pulled off his brother’s tee-shirt, and I grabbed Peter’s jeans by the cuffs and tugged them off. He was nude. Then I grabbed Jeff’s cuffs and pulled off his jeans, while he unbuttoned his shirt. They were both naked. My erection was surging harder by the second. Suddenly, Jeff straightened out in front of me and I saw, for the first time, his magnificent erection.. It was larger than his brother’s , but they were both perfect. His brother had larger balls, it seemed. I looked from one sexy young man to the other and was dazzled by their breathtaking beauty and awesome sexuality. I started unbuttoning my jeans.

    “Yeah,” Peter said and moved down to help, pulling off my pants as Jeff pulled my tee-shirt over my head. The three of us were naked, sporting hard-ons that looked ready for action.

    “Wow! Look at us! Tell me about the photo album, Jack,” Jeff pleaded. “What’s it like?”

    I looked at Peter. He winked encouragement.

    “It’s a big three-ring binder, about five or six inches think. Each photo is an eight-by-ten or larger, held in a plastic protector. Most pages have only one photo, but every once in a while there two photos facing each other. The first few photos are of real body builders, who’ve been shaved. They were pictured from the crotch to the neck. but you couldn’t see sex organs. The coach said my abs were going to look like that, someday.”

    “Fuck, I remember,” Peter suddenly broke in, excitedly. “That’s exactly what that fucker said to me. And he put his hand into my groin to show me. I remember. Is that what he did with you, Jack?”

    “Yeah, exactly. Told me I have great development right…” I grinned at Peter and stretched out my hand to Jeff and pressed under his erection to touch his abdominal muscles. “…right here. Then he stroked ’em, like this.”

    I stroked Jeff’s abdomen, while the back of my hand rubbed erotically against his hard cock. It was electrifying! The coach had only pressed the muscles and stopped, but I continued rubbing the cock under the pretext of imitating the coach pressing the muscles.

    “Yeah,” Peter said, grabbing his own cock and beginning to pump it, “that’s just how he did it to me.”

    “You mean like this?” I asked, and reached out with my other hand to slide under his pumping, cock-filled hand, to stroke his abdomen, too. I felt cock on the backs of both my hands. This was getting downright amazing!

    “Oh, yeah! That feels good,” Peter sighed, releasing his cock to press firmly against the back of my hand.

    “What’d he do, then?”:” Jeff asked in a tension-filled voice.

    I dropped the pretense of stroking their muscles and took a cock in each hand to pump them in unison. Both men sighed, looked at each other and snuggled together, lying in a “V.” heads touching, watching me.

    Between them, now on my knees, I began to jack them off. Each put an arm under the other and started to caress each other’s body with his free arm, Pinching nipples, rubbing flesh, and humping cock into my fists. I could see instantly that they were familiar with each other’s body.

    “C’mon, Jack, tell us what he did then,” Jeff whispered huskily.

    “He showed me a photo of a guy with a hard-on. It’s the first photo of a hard-on I’d ever seen, and it excited me. It was a big one! He said he knew the guy. Then he showed me a photo of a guy with his cock in a mouth at the edge of the picture, and he told me that guy was named Jack, just like me.”

    Peter laughed. “No shit” He told me that guy’s name was Peter!” We both laughed. “What a routine – next thing you know, he’ll be telling someone his name is Jeff.”

    The three of us laughed at that. But I didn’t let go of the two incredible cocks. The knobs were getting bright and shiny, showing drops of lubrication at the tips. Each looked completely different from the other, even though they were brothers.

    “The one that really got me, though, was the next one,” I continued. “It showed the coach himself, down on his knees, suckin’ the big cock of that guy. He had it all the way down his throat to the balls. I got as hard as I am now.”

    They had both been looking at my erection. It was dark and throbbing between their own. They couldn’t quite reach it.

    “Wow! Did he go down on you?” Jeff asked, naively, looking excited.

    “Of course he did,” Peter interjected before I could say anything. “Wouldn’t you go down on something as great looking as Jack’s cock if you were the cocksuckin’ coach?”

    Peter smiled at me. It took my breath away. Was he saying he’d suck my cock?  Was he telling Jeff to suck my cock? I was being constantly amazed by these two sexy brothers.

    “He sure did, Jeff,” I confirmed. “and he was pretty good at it, too.”

    “Fuck, I should hope so, Peter laughed. ” He’s had years of experience. But tell me, Jack, what did you do then?”

    I grinned. “C’mon, Peter – what did you do after he blew you?”

    “I asked you first.

    “Yeah, c’mon, Jack” Jeff pressed, sensing that his brother was on to something interesting. ” What did you do next.” He looked fascinated and very keen on hearing more details.

    I decided, with a cock in each hand, to be honest. “Well, the blow job had felt so good, and his cock was so big and tempting looking, I just gave him a blow job right back.”

    No one spoke for a while. The two of them just continued to flex their ass muscles and pump their cocks up into my fists, clearly offering themselves to me. In fact, both began to look pleadingly into my eyes. It was as if they had suspected me all along, had discussed me between themselves, and were hoping I’d give them blow-jobs, too. I figured that although they admitted jacking off together, they probably didn’t want to blow each other. On the other hand, these were fleeting impressions, as my attention was focused on the magnificent meat in my hands. I couldn’t resist it much longer – especially after what I had learned from and done to the coach just yesterday.

    I leaned over to my left and licked at the fat head of Peter’s cock. He groaned with pleasure. Jeff’s eyes got real big and his breathing stopped as he sucked in his breath. Next, I bent down and sucked the entire head of Jeff’s cock into my hot mouth. He groaned even louder than his brother.

    “Wow! This is great! This is even better than jerkin’ off!” he said enthusiastically.

    “Tell me Peter,” I asked, coming off Jeff’s cock with a ‘pop,’ “what did you do after the coach blew you?”

    “Yeah, tell us,” Jeff begged, as the idea of his older brother blowing the coach suddenly occurred to him. “What did you do?

    “Shit, I’ll never tell,” Peter said, but the smile of a naughty boy flitted across his face.

    “Then show us,” I urged, settling back on my haunches and arching my back, thrusting my full erection into the air in front of him. It was rigid with anticipation and was leaking viscous fluid from the large cleft in the tip, looking moist and inviting, pulsing with energy and excitement.

    Peter looked at my cock, glanced at his brother, groaned, and moved over my weapon as if in a trance. His hot breath bathed my cockhead as he stared at it up close before stretching out his tongue to touch the smooth, moist glans. He groaned again and slid his thick lips over the fleshy cockhead with a greedy slurp. Instinctively, my hands grabbed his head as his right hand swirled around my balls and tugged on them sensuously.

    Jeff’s eyes bugged out, looking at my cock disappearing into his own brother’s mouth. Unconsciously, his hand began pumping his pulsating cock.

    “Don’t waste it,” I told him, angling over to take the tip of it into my mouth as his beating fist bumped my chin. He pulled his hand away and groaned with pleasure as his cockhead was sucked into my eager mouth.

    Peter then shifted his body so that his crotch was next to Jeff’s head. I watched as Jeff studied the stiff, quivering meat for a moment, then licked his lips to moisten them, and slowly bent his head toward his brother’s cock, sniffing as he went. I knew it was the first time they had gone this far. Obviously, Jeff liked what he smelled, as his hot lips encircled the fat cockhead, drawing the meaty glans into his mouth. That in turn made Peter suck in more of my cock as he drew in his breath in surprise and delight.

    “Ummmmm,” Peter moaned, vibrating my cock.

    ‘Ummmmm,” I repeated, vibrating Jeff’s cock.

    “Ummmmm,” Jeff agreed, vibrating Peter’s cock.

    We had formed a tight, triangular ring.

    After and incredible moment of blissful abandonment, Peter’s mouth popped off my cock and he asked, “How does Jeff’s cock taste?”

    I came up off of Jeff’s cock with a slurp. The rigid wet cock smacked against Jeff’s belly with a loud thwack. “Try it, man. It’s great!”

    Another slurp, another thwack, and Jeff said, “Yeah, and let me try Jack’s.”

    We shifted positions. Suddenly, Jeff’s mouth covered my cock and sucked excitedly. The entrance of my cockhead through his handsome, well-formed lips and into the face I had fallen in love with, drove me wild!

    I sucked with demented fury on Peter’s cock and felt it stiffen in response. I pumped my hips at Jeff and groaned. I wanted to give him my load. My orgasm enveloped me, surging from head to toe, stiffening my muscles, driving my cum up the length of my cock and into Jeff’s eager, virgin mouth. Simultaneously, my mouth was filled with Peter’s jism. Thick, spicy fluid jetted into me, spurt after delicious spurt. I sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, wanting more and more of his heavy load! Jeff sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, until I had to pull away, backing off Peter’s cock as he, too, pulled away.

    “Boy! Jeff came just at the same moment I did,” Peter gasped excitedly.

    Jeff laughed. “Jack did, too! We all came together. Geez, that was terrific!”

    “God, that was more spectacular than I had ever dreamt of,” I said with matching excitement,. “I can’t believe this. Sucking cock! Sucking cock together! It’s incredible!”

    “Yeah, incredible,” they both echoed in unison.

    We sat up cross-legged and looked at one another, naked and smiling with gooey, cum-drenched mouths. We all spoke excitedly at once, confessing that we loved cocksucking, loved being naked together, loved talking dirty, and maybe even loved one another. We admitted that we had wanted to do this for as long as we could remember, but had never had the courage to suggest it.

    I was surprised that their admissions were as heartfelt and open as my own. They both told me that each had longed to make it with me, and had both felt that I would be a willing partner, but they didn’t know how to approach me, so they reacted by being somewhat distant towards me. I got all choked up as they spoke of jacking off together, talking about me. They said they had hoped I’d be a jack-off buddy, but that, now, this cocksucking was even more awesome than they could ever have imagined.

    We went into the master bathroom and showered together, laughing and playing around like kids. As we dried off in front of the big mirror, erections beginning to raise their shiny heads, Peter said, “You know, that ol’ cocksuckin’ coach will never realize what a big help he’s been to us.”

    Then Jeff said, “Maybe I will tell him when it’s my turn to look at his photo album. And what do you think, Jack…” he grabbed his cock and began jacking off for us in the mirror. “”…will I make a pretty picture?”

    I could barely hear myself say, “You’ll make a perfect picture,” as I sank to my knees.

  • The Break

    Having a circle jerk with my friends was wild. I jacked off while being mirrored by Jack right in front me, beating his big meat. My best friend Mike by my side brushing his arm in mine while he jacked off and moaned louder each time – he was a pervert. Alan closed the circle, he wasn’t trying to win the bet as much as he was watching all those big cocks being jacked. Alan and I shot our load right after Jack shot his -making him the winner. Mike was the last one, he grabbed my ass while his heavy load hit my body and face.

    For the rest of the day we didn’t bother putting our clothes back. We had dinner, did some shots and smoked pot. We decided to wake up early in the morning to go to the beach and since I had won the bet I kept the big bed.

    “This bed is too weird” Mike said as soon as he lied down “Can’t you just choose something else as your prize?”

    “It is pretty bad.. But stop being such a pussy. Besides you already slept on it yesterday.”

    “Yeah.. But I told you I’ve been having back pain in the last days” he insisted. I rolled my eyes but suggested “Well ok, this bed is big enough for both of us. But I’m not going to sleep in the small bed!”

    He got up and walked towards the big bed with a smile on his face.

    “You’re not going to sleep naked, are you?”

    “You know I always sleep like this!” He said while he lied down next to me.

    ****

    What is going on? I’ve always been straight! I’ve seen my friends naked so many times and it never bothered me. And since I saw Daniel naked I can’t stop thinking about his dick. On top of that I’m thinking about Jack’s body and Alan’s hot mouth around my cock… and Mike’s huge load. Mike. Well now he was lying naked right next to me, already snoring. The fact that I was only wearing a pair of thin boxers got me fantasizing even more, my body starting to sweat and my dick already getting hard. I could smell Mike’s aroma, his skin touching mine, he grabbed my waist – he is awake! he said something in my ear and then came closer, aiming his hard cock right at my ass, he moved forcing his rock hard cock deeper inside my ass, I felt his tool rubbing against the crack of my ass about slid inside and some noise woke me up.

    I didn’t move. The second night in a road that I woke with a hard-on. The second night in a row that I had a wet dream. The second night in a row that I dreamed about my friends. This was so weird and the dream felt so real. I could almost feel him near me and that’s when I realized his face was buried against the back of my neck. His arm over my waist and his hand resting less than a inch away from my dick. It wasn’t a dream – his rock-hard pole was pressed against my crack, a thin layer of cloth being the only thing preventing his move. But was he a sleep? This was so wrong and so hot! I never had anything near my ass and now his hard cock was so close to my crack. But this was wrong!

    I tried to get out of bed without waking him up. He just stayed there in the bed sleeping, his cock all alone after I left the bed. I removed my boxers and saw a wet spot – was it Mike’s? I turned around to leave the room and bumped in a small table making everything fall in the floor. I prayed that Mike didn’t wake up!

    “Johnny” Mike said rubbing his eyes “Where are you going? Why are you naked?”

    “I’m just going to get something to drink” I said turning to look at him, his hand had just found his boner.

    “I guess we are both horny!” He said looking down at my dick.

    “Haha I guess so” I said a little nervous, I didn’t move.

    “What do you say about us taking care of this?”

    I shouldn’t! But thinking about watching Mike shoot his load for a third time in less than 24h was making me even harder. I didn’t know what I was doing but I was already seated next to him in the big bed. I was jacking my cock and him his.

    “Remember when we were younger?” Mike said.

    “You will have to be more specific” I said laughing.

    “Right after my cousin taught me how to jack off” he said “And then I taught you!”

    “Yeah.. we used to do it every day after school!”

    “Yes! It was wild! And when we jacked each other!”

    Where was he trying to get?

    “Jacking yourself is much better than having a girl do it. They just don’t understand our dicks like we do, you have to have a dick to know how to handle it, I guess..”

    “You betcha” I agreed.

    “But you knew how to jack me off”

    “What..?”

    “Was I any good?”

    “I guess”

    The movement had stopped but we both kept our hands in place.

    “What do you say we try it again? We already jacked off today, it would be nice to feel something other than my own hand..”

    “I don’t know Mic..” I looked at his penis, his hands left his grip and went on my direction but I still wasn’t sure. He pinched my nipple “Come on Johnny!”

    I offered no resistance and he went for it. I followed his lead.

    His dick had growned a lot since we last did this. I wrapped my hand on his cock – it was so warm. For a minute I forgot how to masturbate but once again he led the way. He started stroking my hard on and I started stroking his. His foreskin going up and down, up and down. His cock filled with blood and ready to explode for the third time. I pulled his foreskin all the way back and started playing with the head, a lot of liquid oozing from the top and filling my hand – he moaned. He was copying my every move, his hand going from the head to the base of my dick. My cock was rock hard and I started to moan and moved my hand faster as Mike made humping moves against my hand. His breathing getting heavier, his humping moves getting faster, until he came, shooting load after load in his chest and my hand. He had stopped moving his hand. His eyes were closed.

    “That was awesome!” He took his hand back, mine was still holding his cum covered dick.

    He opened his eyes and looked at me.

    “Now it’s time to finish you up!”

    He put his hand back in my dick and started stoking. With the other hand he starting massaging my chest and pinching my nipple, his hand went down to my abs until it also ended in my dick. He started stroking my dick with both hands. I couldn’t take much longer. My eyes were closed and one of his hand left my dick and started massaging my balls. “Hmmm” I moaned. He really knew how to take care of me. One of his fingers went even lower and touch the crack of my ass. He started playing with it, but never letting his finger slide in. I moaned louder, louder, louder and I shot my load all over his hand. I opened my eyes and saw my dick with Mike’s hand pushing it in his direction. I followed the head of my cock all the way to his face and saw a massive load on his face right under his lips. He was smiling.

    “So how was it?” He asked.

    I just looked at his face and my body, smiling.

    “Yeah I thought so” He added. He grabbed a t-shirt and cleaned his body “Now I can sleep!”

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  • Sunday In The Park With Pete

    Sunday In The Park With Pete

    Waking by the man you love is great. No point in getting up, the sheets and duvets are nicely tossed about, warmed with your own body heat. A fallen pillow can be snapped from where it had fall to be slid under a back and legs spread.

    “Wake me good, start my day with juice, let me squeeze the juice it…..”

    It’s a bit too early for your whole smile so, as you round me, warming what was a morning woodie into something more serious, your lips and eyes squint, honing in on a target. No waiting, plunge in, stuck like the pig who will be dinner tonight, breakfast chops tomorrow and ham salad for sandwiches. You curve your body and, to be helpful, I go in the opposite way, just like the best drilling rigs, going for the good stuff, the stuff that lies deep within and has to be forced out.My eyes are closed, tears from pain, pleasure and love course down my cheeks-one side making a deviation to miss a mole-and I hold onto you, grasping, wanting my hard stalk to fuck me as well. The impossible double fuck but oh what a grand idea. We fall on our sides, you still headed for the Permian and I’m still handing you more pipe and grease. Jesus, you’re wonderful.

    It’s a gusher! I can feel the viscous, creamy oil come up the pipe stem, no thought to the drill, just too much not to want to spray out and up, the slight sun from a window back lighting it so it looks like a geyser at Yellowstone in full flume. I can feel the droplets on my face and only the weight of your body, your hands holding mine, prevents me from trying to smear my finger through them but…this is private stock. You gracefully lean over, extend your tongue then use your lips like a snow removal device to be cleaned by the tongue which whisks it away to some place dark and special that feeds only on you.

    “Again?”.

    I close my eyes and shove myself onto his still hard cock. This time, now that we’ve emptied his blue balls, we can have the long, leisurely fuck, the one where you tease the prostate, use your hands to pinch nipples, grope for the cuffs, click them on. I am so available, so desirous of you, if all I had was an ass, it would be enough. You like to watch me squirm, my own cock now back up; Your hand seizes it, presses the “Do Not Enter” spot at the bottom then carefully leans over and nibbles on the slight bit of foreskin, rim the piss slit with your tongue, take your left canine and see if you can sound me with it…..then slide all the way to my shaved landing surface, the one with a bullseye tattooed on it. Sometimes I wonder if you have a throat? I’ve never seen your swallow an elephant’s trunk but I won’t bet against. However, fuck the elephant, I’ve got you and you’ve got my trunk and for a long, long time that’s how we stay. Warm, brightly lit by a rising sun, so happy to be with each other, delaying the moment when we have to slowly back out, lay beside each other, one arm out so that a head can go on it. Pull the warm, semen coated, covers back up, look for elusive dots of what was bright white but, as it dries, is turning to a more Battleship Grey.It’s why we have a black cover-nothing hides from us, nothing.Eventually all that there was is gone and I even run my thumb over your now silent drill just to see if someone left a bit of grease but…no.

    Time for sweat juice, probably too much salt but…that’s for clinicians to worry about. Your armpits smell not rank but like an orchard of men, smiling as they strip to push a drop of your sweat up a strand of hair. We are grooming each other, turning tossed about fur into regular patterns, like a well mowed field so we don’t retrace our paths. I know, I broke rank, the desire to kiss you, feel your face with my tongue too over whelming so leaving an area surrounding your left nipple, I move my body forward and….find my approach is not unwelcome. I start by checking to see if you did a good job brushing, even checking the top of your tongue but then greed overwhelms me and I do a double Axle with two twists and I sink my tongue into the deep end. Beyond that I can sense your digestive juices snapping, hoping that this time, they can rip off just the pointed edge and find out why it’s always there but no further. It’s a peaceful time. I kiss you, you kiss me, we kiss each other, hydrate our kissing tools with a quick slurp from a sweaty place, right between our breasts where a pool of men’s moisture hides in the hair.So good, so delicious. No one is like you.

    “Up?”

    “I already am.”

    “You know what I mean, up, as in get out of bed or, dealer’s choice, we could just slide to the floor dragging pillows, sheets and the duvet with us…..”

    “Up, okay, vertical, up. See? Up. Now what?” I know perfectly well”what” but it’s a fun ritual and one that establishes our bond.

    “Wanna play kick the can?”

    “Does it flush?”

    “Like Victoria Falls.”

    “Deal?You get first crap and I’ll start the shower then I get first hot water and you have to stand behind me.”

    “Deal.”

    It’s a race to the bathroom. We’re not wearing any clothes so that’s one bothersome chore out of the way. I can see this is going to be a number 3 for you-that’s numbers one and two added together-so I know I’ve got a little extra time, let steam accumulate, get the loofah infused with water and and-I’m embarrassed to write this-“Mr.Bubble”. (Once, we were young and foolish-okay, last month-we decided to see if we could fill the whole shower stall with foam and bubbles. I don’t know who had the bright idea to squirt out some shaving cream as kind of a base, then smear it on ourselves [Menthol was a really bad choice] then see what it felt like and happened. A lot. We didn’t know it just then but our shower exhaust fan, overwhelmed by too much semi-liquid started blowing bubbles out the top of the house. Mean while, we’re inside trying to squeegee off the menthol which feels a lot like an alcohol rub that you weren’t expecting. You’ve seen it in the movies but when we opened the door to the shower-we had to, we were almost suffocating-most of the bathroom had a blanket of bubbles which did all pop and left a filmy mess but, as experiments go, it was interesting.) (I suppose this has to be told; For the next several days, whenever we saw a neighbour, they always asked if we’d had a fire in our bathroom to which you, clever lad, simply said that, no, but we’d elected a new Pope. Another neighbour, not so innocent, was a chem teacher at a High School and left a message on our voice recorder that said only the next time, add glycerine.)

    Spending money that we didn’t have right at that moment, I’d ordered floor length, really fine, hooded Terry Cloth robes. Warm, just the thing for after a shower even if they did, with the hoods up, make us look like a pair of friars from a monastery recently booted out of whichever religion they’d formally belonged to. Add a pair of real sandals, flip flops took away the illusion, and I felt we could go door to door with a begging bowl. And a card that said, “Ask About How to Do Something You Can Repent if You’re The Sort Who’s Into Repentance.” Pete nixed that one saying we were Episcopalians(nominally) and who would believe a broke Episcopalian? Still, they were great to wear downstairs bottomed by New Zealand Wooly lined slippers.

    I cheated, I pulled up the back of his robe, reached up and grabbed his cock and said I was suddenly blinded by his semen and I needed to be led downstairs. This is easier said than done, particularly when it comes to negotiating stairs. All I will say is that right then it would have been easier had he been wearing a collar to which I could attach a leash; Stooping over, reaching through ten pounds of cloth, between his legs, which were in motion, and holding on didn’t work.It was always interesting to try but not destined to be a success.

    Thanks to modern conveniences, coffee was made, orange juice was in the fridge, chilled as were eggs, also chilled. It took a few cups of coffee to get up to speed to decide about the fate of the eggs, whether toast-six pieces each and slathered with butter and cinnamon would do it-or whether we had to turn on the range, break the eggs heart and shell and make something with them. One can, of course just have plain cooked eggs, boiled, fried, poached, Scotch, omleted, etc but while eggs are perfectly healthy for you (The Incredible Edible Egg) they really need something to perk them along in terms of flavour. Pete did a clever thing that only dirtied one pan-and sometimes the range-which was to fry bacon or sausage in a skillet, not drain it, and, while the sausage or the bacon were cooking, crack and whisk as many eggs as two guys might want. Or, to restate that, as many eggs as we happened to have on hand; While I will agree one egg can be lovingly displayed, not for two men who, after their morning work out, have found hunger to be part of their current condition. (Note, you won’t find this paucity of eggs until the bacon or whatever is already half way cooked. Why that should be, I don’t know but you’ll have to trust me on this one.)

    Most of the time I cook based on Pete’s complete lack of skill, even his ability to identify basic things-I don’t suggest substituting grapes for olives although I stand ready to testify it has been done. And I’ll get back to testify, as it has rather an interesting history. He knows how to cook breakfast as he’s one of ten (!) children and closer to the younger than the older. By the time all ten, and his Dad, had hit the kitchen for a table full of food, his mom ran out of strength and interest. There was an answer to that problem and it was to teach the younger ones to fend for themselves while she sat at the kitchen table and watched television, drank a lava flow of coffee and trashed a pack of Winstons. Clever woman had also decided that lunch was a pointless meal-the school fed the kid and there was what was described as a “Roach Wagon” near whatever job site Dad was on.That left dinner. Her solution to that was to have enormous pieces of meat-she was, and is-a person who can cook a standing rib roast to perfection. But notice, That roast was, easy ten, twelve pounds and fed everyone. Between the microwave and the oven other things were a snap and, by not telling them they didn’t like it, she stuffed spinach souffle, mac and cheese and, of course a hunk of roast, on a plate using the juice from the roast as gravy which she, carefully, poured over everything. If something was on sale at the market, she bought it. Even though her family was unaware of Eggplant, sliced, fried and covered in au jus, no one complained. Dessert was ice cream with heated jam or preserves poured over it and that was that. His mother remains one of my favourite guests as when something is wrong in the kitchen-the fire detector goes off-she and a pack of Winston’s head that way and, miraculously and concurrently calls off the fire department and resurrects what looked to be cremated; Her secret, of course, gravy. Happy was the day she found she could buy it premade in jars at the market. Yes, it was expensive but for those days when laundry for twelve, wishing she had a riding vacuum cleaner as well as fetching and carrying children from hither to thither, it was worth the extra cost even if, to her delight, her family didn’t like it as much. Were they told she hadn’t made it? No.-the jars had gone in the trash masher very quickly so she chalked it up to not enough time to get “it all done” because she had to take one of her brood to the ER to get stitches where another of his siblings clonked him with part of a metal erector set.

    Holding Pete and sniffing-just to make sure-I began to wonder how to fill the day. We could always stay home and fuck, but, fun as that was, some days need to be somewhat filled and then you can come home and fuck-it’s called bedtime. Looking out the window an idea came to me, something that we hadn’t done in a while and that he knew he enjoyed.

    “Lets go on a picnic!”

    He looked at me as if he’d just noticed there was a long history of insanity in my family and he was seeing the product of that. (He happened to know that a couple of my brothers and I had “played”with each other-we were no older than, oh, 18.)

    “Have you listened to a forecast?”
    “As happens I have, a bright, sunny day, only a few clouds….”

    “Stop right there. Did you also hear the part about the authorities telling people not to go out unless they had too? Emergency vehicles were being pulled out of snow drifts ten feet high. Did you hear that?Where the fuck did you think to have a picnic? Helping emergency crews shovel?”

    Some times we say things that another person can make real. Sensing a really good idea, after breakfast, I rounded up all our heavy winter clothing, including snow shoes we’d used in Alaska for something or other and informed him we would make a picnic lunch but first…he shuddered…we’d go round the neighbourhood and shovel driveways or do whatever we could do. Look in on people to see if they needed anything, enjoy the fresh air-which he suggested could freeze our tongues to our teeth-and when we found a good looking spot, get out the two man sleeping bag,crawl in it, fuck, eat our food, fuck some more and then scamper home before it got dark.

    I could see that not all of this plan found favour. I thought about using sex as a weapon but he knew I was too weak to make any threat of that stick but…I watched this happen…he could see our two man sleeping bag-also used, very successfully, in Alaska.

    “I don’t suppose we could build a fire….”

    “Nope, but we can generate one.” I reached around, untied his robe and massaged the head of his dick causing him to let a couple of freshly whisked eggs fall into the garbage disposal. ” Remember that time in Alberta? The Gay Guys Rodeo and the freak snow storm? What we did?” I could seem a slight flush starting at the collar of his robe, just where it curved over his mighty tasty tits. I had other arguments. “We never watch the fucking games on Sunday or any other day, they could win lose or drop dead for all we care, it’s beautiful day…..”

    “Even if it resemble the Ross Ice Shelf more than suburban America…”

    “Eat a good hearty breakfast, I’ll find all the winter outdoor wear…we can go upstairs, get dressed, I’ll suck you off so your oh so admirable dick doesn’t get stuck in a zipper, and then we can play like we’re Finnish soldiers.”

    “I don’t even want to know do I.”

    “About what? Finnish soldiers or your willy getting wonka’ed in your zipper?”

    “I have to love you because you’re crazy.” So the game was on.Breakfast, I’d scout about, get him white balled – on a day like this it seemed necessary – and then with our fifty pound backs, ski poles, Eskimo slit wooden sun glasses and snow shoes plus pulling a wagon-I had thought to improvise some skids-we were off to be helpful and look for a place to picnic. And other things.

    I meant to get back to “testify”. It has a very personal attachment, as it were, to all men. In the courts of ancient Rome, when was called to give evidence in court, one placed their hand over their testicles. IF it was found you’d perjured yourself or caused a fellow citizen to suffer from an incorrect verdict, even months or years later, you were taken to a place in the bowels of the courts and were castrated also stripped of your rights of citizenship and sold into slavery; your family, including any male heirs were also similarly punished and, some times, the whole male family could be sold as a job lot depending on the age, fortune and perceived work abilities of those newly made castrates. When one thinks about it, wouldn’t reviving something like that make our courts a more honest place? Particularly, in this day and age, if punishments were broadcast. Just a thought.

    Once we got to the garage and after I’d had the pleasure of blowing and dressing Pete, he was getting into the spirit of this. He’d had a good time in Alaska and Alberta and San Carlos de Bariloche. Also, done up in his army issue camouflage, boots that laced to his knees, Balaclava, heavy scarf, three layers of gloves etc. he felt like his balls were ten times bigger, he was so macho male he could have substituted his cock for one ski pole and, like Scott of the Antarctic, and whoever was with him, we opened the garage door. Well, we almost opened the garage door for, as Pete said, “Shit, the motherfucker’s frozen shut.” Our expedition suffered a set back.The sledge we were pulling wouldn’t make it through the side door and so, momentarily, we were almost at the tip of Everest but a sudden crevasse stopped us. But not for long. Dropping my pack I went into the kitchen and got my hand held propane torch that I used to do things like singe a baked Alaska or put the crisping on crème Brulee. Worked like a charm. The door rolled up and there just like a movie in glorious technicolour and Cinemascope revealing the suburban wilderness of white. Something in me suggested that the torch, with a couple of spare cannisters or propane, might be useful. We assembled on the driveway, closed the door-leaving a prop at the bottom so we could at least get a hand hold if, when we returned, it proved troublesome, and….We Were Off!!!

    Some days your impulses are just right. When we’d first moved into WASP central, the presence of two gay men even two white gay men was not altogether welcomed. After a year and no dire predictions had come true, no young mans were missing, those guys who came out to their family did so without our urging, we were just part of the scene.Sort of. Sometimes we were asked if we’d like to be on a committee or do something that suggested we might like to get in touch with our feminine side if we already hadn’t. Must have read their tea leaves wrong. I’m the boss of eight construction crews and Pete, who is part Mohawk Indian, was a steel worker above the eightieth floor; He said anything below that was chicken shit. We had moved in around the first of October so the lawn et al was how it was done by the realtor and needed nothing Next Spring and Summer, when the sound of the lawn mower was heard in the land, the sight of two nicely muscled guys, with lots of hair on their chests, was on view on our lawn. Both of us are nice guys regardless of what some homophobic gossip said and, shortly, those who did the gossiping found themselves in an polite version of an Amish Shunning. It was around then that Pete became the lead Baritone at St. Andrew’s Episcopal church and his voice persuaded even some of the non-believers that, well, as they sniffed,”Theres’ always one good one….”. What that left me I’ve no idea. The bad one?

    That Sunday so many nice folks were really glad to see us if only for the break in the isolation of being stuck indoors. People, those who trusted us, knowing what we were and all, were thrilled stupid to allow us to arrange a neighbourhood snowball fight for all the kids not to mention making snow Angels, snow men and, we noticed, a couple of “older” children, had stomped out some surprisingly realistic genitalia. We added wings and let it go at that.

    What was odd was that the guys who lived in these houses were almost more glad to see us than their wives. After about two hours, we had about two twelve packs of beer-in singles- stowed-for our picnic-and another six pack in us-for medicinal purposes. While one of us was riding herd on the snowball fight, I was giving basic lessons in snow shoeing and how to make your own. Thing is, you can only go only doing good deeds and having fun for just so long. Even though we could drop our packs and leave the sledge, running and playing is exhausting particularly when you’re playing with the young who have the energy and stamina of Locusts swarming a field. We were pooped.

    That’s when pay back occurred. Two blocks away was a house that looked ill tended, not quite equal to the neighbours. Of course we knocked and, after rather a long pause, it was opened by a great looking man, about 55, who had been slowed because he had to put on his prosthetic leg. As he said, when I’m not expecting anyone, which is most of the time, I just stomp around with my crutch and wear a T shirt. And I know all about you so come on in. I think I can offer you something you’ll like.

    He was Bill Jones, formerly Colonel Bill Jones left over from a war far away. His foyer was more like a mud room and he encouraged us to strip off all our outer layers, right down to our long johns. As he turned to leave us he said, “By the way, I’m the other gay guy.You don’t hear about me ‘cuz I posed no threat. Figure it out. When you get peeled, come on in.”

    Pete and looked at each other and, as the man/Colonel/Officer said, started peeling. What you forget as you are getting ready to go out and are adding layer after layer is that when you take these layers off, and you’ve been hot and sweaty, there’s an odor….masculine but sweaty. Combine a locker room after the game with a marathon runner and you’ve got an approximation, just not the totality of the smell.It also reminded us why people had mud rooms with lots of hooks on which to hang the just removed layers.

    “Hey, Colonel….”

    “It’s Bill and yeah, what?”

    “Two sled dogs smell better and…”

    “What the fuck. See the door that looks like a closet? It isn’t, it’s a bathroom with a shower. I don’t personally give a shit what you smell like but, since this is your first visit, go ahead, be pristine, shower down…..and then what?”

    He had a point. To put on what we’d just scraped off wasn’t a positive but… walking around the home of a strange stark naked seemed a bit….forward.

    I could hear him chortling.
    “Not that I wouldn’t like to see you available for appraisal but there’s a linen closet in there with some extra large bath sheets, play Romans, make Togas.”

    And that’s what we did. Surprisingly, or maybe it wasn’t, the shower easily held the two of us and had a built in stool, about the height a man Bill’s size would need to sit on, plus hand grabs where you’d need them. He, or someone, had thought things out carefully. With two of us at once, showering went quickly and, just as promised, there were some of the biggest towels I’d ever seen. As most men do, we wrapped them around our waists but found if we put them there, we’d trip over them. It was easy to see why he’d mentioned togas. We looked at one another, sort of shrugged and headed down a short hall with a large arch in it on the left. Once in, there sat the Colonel, more or less stark naked; He had removed his leg so what was left was an old T shirt. Period.

    “I, uh, feel over dressed.”

    He laughed,”You’re cold, actually your body core temperature has dropped a bit whereas I’ve been in doors most of the day except for doing laps.” He jerked his thumb towards a set of partially draped French doors and beyond it…no back yard but a pool that filled it.

    “Hey, I have to do something to keep in shape.” He showed us his guns that proved the point he was making. “Actually, part of it is a lap pool, one of those with water that is jetted over you so you have the feeling or swimming forward when you’re really in one place. This time of year I keep it about 80, 85, anything above that and it’s not really refreshing, just heavy, like being in a liquid swamp. It was easier to put that in than do lawn work or hire it out. I like my privacy-notice the Lombardy Poplars, fast growing and shield me from whatever goes on. They don’t look like a fence but you can’t see through them.”

    There was one more thing and I thought I knew but felt I had to wait to be told. In the interval, we told him about us, where we lived, what we’d been doing. He interrupted me….

    “Proving to the straights that there are one or two ‘good ones’. I’m one you’re two, if there are any more around here, I don’t know of them but I was fucking glad when I heard about you two, I’ve felt bad for not coming by but I hoped…we’d meet casually, something like today.If they seeing us together, they think, Uh, Oh, the homos are getting ready to cluster fuck us……Okay, we’ve made polite, stand up, drop the towels and present yourself for inspection.”

    And so we did. Bill made a joke of checking us out only saying, pointing at Pete, I’ll have him first-guys its been a long, long time and dildos don’t do it-then you, no offense, I have a thing for men with black hair. Got some Injun in you I’ll bet.”

    “Half Mohawk.”

    “Well, what I said, some Injun…or are you part of the gang that wants every positive Indian epithet, like the Washington football team, striped away due to sensitivity.”

    Pete laughed. “Buddy I don’t care shit about all that. Some one from their ‘movements’-sounds like something in your shitter doesn’t it-came around to my job site and tried to get all the ‘Indians’ to sign some sort of petition saying we wouldn’t work if we weren’t acknowledged and given more money which, by the way, we could contribute to the ’cause’. Funny thing, couple of guys, maybe Hurons, took him up and showed him the view from the 70thfloor, course they showed it to him on the end of a crane with him upside down. Never came back but the company got some dumbshit letter about Native American Rights and respect for representatives of Native Americans when they came around.” He had a good hearty laugh the sort an officer should have the sort of laugh that inspired respect and confidence. Suddenly I was deeply sorry we hadn’t known about him but also realized the sense of what he was saying.

    Maybe to prove what he said, he reached out and grabbed Pete’s cock.”Here’s my bet, you can take being my crutch when I get up. Just pull on this tree branch, get me up, you get on the other side, head out the doors and throw me in the pool and then follow.”

    Pete had an evil smile that said I’m up for this one and Bill, true to his word, only using one hand on the arm of his chair slowly used Bill to rise. I could see the pride in Pete when he did it and the pride in the Colonel that he could do it. He turned to me. “Son, don’t worry, your time is coming. Now, hold on to this side, get the doors open, prepare for the blast of cold-I had the paths underlined with hot water coils so your feet don’t freeze and neither do the paths.Head toward the deep end ‘cuz that’s where any officer goes off. When we get there, have some fun, pick me up and heave me in then follow quick before your hard ons crack.”

    That’s what we did and for the next two hours did laps, just floated and….we both blew Bill. It didn’t take much to know that his times between sex that didn’t involve his hand, were long so, while we were there, we drained his balls. I could see there was one more thing…

    “Course you get to fuck us for your hospitality and, if you’d like it, we’ll screw you. Just…not in the deep water.” He laughed.

    “More fun that way, little dangerous, come back some time and we’ll try the old SEAL trick of going in fully tied up and then having to get out of it. All you need to do is stay calm. First one undone gets to fuck everyone else. Course, I doubt if the SEALS do that but….it’s horny to think they would. Over there, looks like some steps for me to walk down but it’s actually some platforms to lie on in the sun or whenever I just want to get wet. Who ever wants to go first, roll over on their belly and I’ll know what to do after that.”

    And he did, too. Both of us. Maybe we should have drained him some more as the old goat fucked like a tank headed for a revetment. Jesus his upper body was strong. His cock was deceiving in that while you could see it had good length, what you couldn’t see, probably due to the water, was that it extended a surprizing distance. None of us were possessed of meat that would be photographed in magazines but all three of us knew what we were doing and enjoyed doing it. It was almost dark when we finally scooped the last bit of cum from the surface and dropped in cans of beer we’d brought out at some point.He was right, it was my turn. One hand on the steel grip and one on my cock, I pulled him out of the water using my cock and we reversed course and this time Pete took his other side.

    Back inside it was almost cold compared to the warmth of the water. Bill was prepared…he had some boxes that held cowled robes, floor length with his service emblem on them. Without saying anything I realized they represented a hope for company that had never materialized until we knocked on his door. Such a great guy and, like so many Vets, almost abandoned in what looks like a really fine situation. Probably had some one come in weekly to do some housekeeping, groceries but, apart from a sort of necessary conversation, no companionship. On the wall were several pictures of him with the troops and, almost where you couldn’t see it, a series of framed pictures of men, each with a cross on the frame and a date. No point in even asking.

    “I’ve got at least two dozen beers in our packs. I’m betting you wouldn’t mind if we off loaded most of them here. People meant well but….the weight adds up.”

    “Nothing like having a stocked fridge when men drop by….” and his words drifted off the clear meaning that “men” didn’t drop by and unless he drank them all, they’d sit for a long time.

    I didn’t even consult Pete. “Soldier, what’re you doing tonight?Don’t tell me, nothing. Well, now you are. I know you have to have your winter gear around and here’s what going to happen, in exchange for taking the beer off our hands, we’re taking you back to our place to ride out the storm. No objections, I know you’re strong as an ox but there are two of us and we’re not exactly puny as you know.Dinner, maybe some television than one of us will grab you by your cock and get you up the stairs. Sure we got a guest room, we’ll show it to you but you’re sleeping with us. Any soldier knows to be prepared and our room in where the lube and, uh, some other things are.”

    He was caught between his rank and his overwhelming thanks and gratitude and desire to accept. I could see him head that way, just a little.

    “You can come polite or, I just may know where the cuffs and manacles are.Got me?” He just smiled, almost a bit of lechery in it but it was a smile.

    Looking for his winter gear took a little time; It had been put away a long time ago so remembering where all that he needed was a scavenger hunt in camouflage and Army green. Found his boot, his leg and a spare and, although I didn’t see it as I was down stairs, Petes surreptitiously packed some of his change out clothes, got his razor, foam, tooth brush, couldn’t find anything but he did ask if there were medicines he should have with him; There weren’t.

    Mercifully when we started to dress again, things had pretty much dried out, particularly our long johns and socks. Putting it all back on took almost longer than the first time and, of course, we were trying to arrange things so that Bill could go on the sledge which both of us would pull. His door was automatic and, just like ours, was frozen until I produced my torch and got it loosened. One thing, I made sure his face was well covered, the wind had come up and, of course, our journey home took us straight in the face of it. Again the Eskimo slits made it easier on our eyes and we almost blinded Bill telling him, which he immediately understood, about the effects of sharp wind on ocular fluid.

    In one sense, going back was easier in that it was a non-stop flight.Problem was we were already tired and facing into the wind plus carrying about 180 more pounds than we’d started with. Nothing to do but just bend down, coordinate our steps and start home. Took an hour but we got there, grateful I’d blocked the door slightly open, got us unloaded, took Bill in first and told him to start undressing. It actually took us another hour to get everything where it needed to go including leaving some things out that we’d need again.

    We’d had him put on his leg and, as with many who have had a prosthetic for years, he was as agile as we were. Got things we handed in to him unpacked and, given his military experience, arranged everything so it would be easy for us to put away. He was wearing shorts and a T shirt but his leg had a knee high boot, it only looked odd for a moment. Set us down, fully clothed, put a large Brandy in our hands and told us to swallow it all. We did. It helped. While we were there, on the couch he got behind us, started to massage our shoulders, going back and forth and then moved around, found a stool, sat down and started to untie our boots. Ever had your feet rubbed when they’re cold and you’re tired? Little by little he got us stripped and, could go to work on our whole bodies. He’d found our robes so draped us for warmth and his strong, intelligent, caring hands.

    “Sir, if you could pause for a moment….My partner and I are grateful to you and you’re our guest for a little while. I’m guessing no one is coming by and if you want to be alone, we both go to work everyday.Except maybe tomorrow…so we’ll have all day to just lounge around the house, do whatever we want to do?”

    “Ever played Hanoi Hilton. Interesting game, I get to be the commanding officer….”

    Pete and I smiled at each other. If we had tried to find someone like this, couldn’t have been done.

    “You guys sit there and I’ll rustle up some grub. Don’t suppose you have any K rations, I’m a real artist when it come to using them….”and laughed. Don’t get up, although I doubt if you can. I know what a kitchen is and what to do in them. Actually, I know lots of things to do in them. Ever played garbage disposal mumbletypeg? That’s were you stick your dick in and everyone makes bets on yes or no, what might happen. Have another Brandy, I’ll bring whatever is going to be dinner in a bit.”

    It was then that Pete and I realized how physically tired we were. We snuggled together, didn’t even have time to kiss and were sound asleep.

    Coming to we faced a smiling Bill, a plate full of good looking food and from an angle we had to look up to see it; Apparently we’d been out for a couple of hours and slid onto the floor.

    “I was tempted to leave you there. Just real cute, like two little boys who’ve run away are lost and go to sleep worrying about where they are. Climb up, get comfortable and we’ll chow down.”

    When you’ve cooked for yourself for a very long time, anything, that isn’t charred or still on fire, that is cooked by another is delicious even if you’re unsure as to what it is. He’d found some steaks, cans of corn-the vegetable of all men-made biscuits, fried some onions, fixed a salad even concocted a desert by boiling a tin of condensed milk and added some sliced bananas carefully sprayed with lemon juice to keep them white and firm. We had to thank him with our mouths full.

    One of the joys of not having pets is that you can leave dirty plates out without thinking they’ll eat what they shouldn’t or break something.We sat there, like happy toads, hoping that our bloated stomachs would return to our normal six pack. Bill just watched us. Smiling.

    Given our nap, dinner and sitting there stupefied it was approaching eleven. Out the window the snow had resumed-probably filling in the winged genitals. Bill was looking out the window. “This is gonna add up, already every squashed bit of white has refilled, can’t tell that anyone or anything even has been here.”

    There was a happy silence until I burped. It was also then that I realized that whatever Bill and Pete were, I was beyond resuscitation; It was bed or the floor. Pete was only a little better off and Bill could read all the signs.

    “Okay, soldiers, upstairs, strip, short shower, get in bed. I, uh, have some ideas as to what to do once everyone is settled in. All I need to find are some open holes. Hope you don’t mind sex as you sleep, some say it gives you the best dreams.” Sounded like a workable plan so the three of us-Bill had kept on his leg-climbed the stairs, wearily, dropped our robes in the hall, more or less marched through the shower and, when we go out, were toweled dry by other hands. Fuck that felt good. Bed was next and we managed to get on board without incident. Only thing left to do was the group snuggle so we all were comfortable. In my ear I heard Bill whisper, “You won’t mind if I turn you now and then, I can only fuck one side just so long…..”I think I smiled at him and completely relaxed.

    My last words to my wonderful partner….”You see, I told you the thing to do was go out for a picnic.” And then groaned happily as Bill stuck some greased fingers in both of us and rubbed both our prostates…..Out side the snow continued to heap up the reason we could stay home for another day or two….. and I slept dreaming of a picnic on a Sunday with Pete in the park.

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  • Nightmare

    NIGHTMARE!

    Written by:  Bill Hudley

    I woke again last night screaming Steven’s name. The nightmare never changes, it is always a replay of what happened on that horrible, fateful day.  Steven drops me off at work,  I kiss my forefinger and pressed it to his lips,  wave good-bye and watched him drive away.  Just as he enters the intersection a huge Semi truck runs through a stop light and T-bones Steven’s driver side door, both vehicles burst into flames and black smoke billowed up in an angry cloud, darkening  the sky overhead.  My Steven died instantly. One minute he was telling me where we were going for my birthday dinner tonight and the next minute he was dead.  

    We were together six years before the accident that took Steven from me.  I first saw him at a birthday party for one of his friends, I was the plus one date of another of the birthday boy’s friends.  It wasn’t love at first sight for Steven but it was for me.  I made a fool of myself asking guests about him, I’m fear.   When my date introduced me to Steven I was so tongue-tied I barely managed to say hello.  He was a handsome man, not spectacular, looks wise but his personality and personal magnetism draws people to him.   All evening I watched as groups of friends gravitated to him, as for me, I just stood and watched him almost all of the evening.  I wanted to know everything about him.

    By asking around later I found out which bars he liked to go to and made sure that I was there every weekend.  It was frustrating to never find him out alone.  He was always with a group or sometimes just one other person which I assumed was a date.  I always nodded hello when we saw each other and occasionally we would be in the same group at a party or a bar.  

    One night when I was on a break from stalking Steven, I went to a dance club just to let loose and have a great time.  I drank two Southern Comforts on the rocks and headed out to the dance floor, standing at the edge dancing in place it wasn’t long before someone pulled me out to the dance floor and we danced for almost an hour.  When we left the dance floor we were both drenched in our sweat, using the tee-shirt I took off in the first five minutes of dancing, I wiped my face and eyes, the AC blowing on my wet skin chilled my sweat coated body quickly.

    I went back for another drink and was turning to look at the crowd, glass to my lips when Steven walked by.  He did a double take and smiled at me, I choked on my drink!  The next thing I remember is Steven pounding my back as I tried to cough up the gulp that went down the wrong way.  Once I had regained a bit of my composure, Steven asked.

    “Hey there!  Are you gonna be alright?”

    He took my arm and guided us upstairs to the outdoor patio bar for fresh air.  He had a concerned look on his face as he led me to a bench and sat me down.

    You’re Jacob, right?”

    I nodded yes, I was thrilled that he knew my name.

    “Yes Steven, I’m Jacob Broggi, thank you for getting me up here.  Somehow my drink went down the wrong way.  How are you this evening.”

    “I’m doing great.  I was watching you dance earlier Jacob, you really dance well, the way your body moves to the music is a treat to watch.  I’ve heard that one can tell what a man will be like in bed by watching him dance.  You’re very sexual out on the dance floor.”

    I was too stunned to even talk.  I was thrilled!  Steven Haile knows my name, and he likes the way I dance.  Steven Haile!  Wow!

    “I’ve seen you often at parties and clubs Jacob, are you with anyone or dating someone special now.”  He asked.

    I was very nervous, I couldn’t very well tell him I’ve been stalking him for years now.  I was afraid that I might do or say something to put him off but I managed to look directly at him.

    “No, I’ve not been so lucky as yet.  I keep searching and hoping but he hasn’t found me yet.  What about you, I see you around with a lot of people, I’m guessing that they are mostly friends with the occasional date mixed in.  Somehow, I just don’t see you as the playboy type, I don’t know you well but you seem too nice a guy for the love them and leave them type.”  I say this because I seem to have cornered the market on the ‘love them and leave them type’.  I’ve been left more times than an ugly girl on a blind date.  

    “You’re very observant Jacob, and you aren’t alone there, I’ve had more than my share of those guys as well.  I do date a good bit, but it’s been months since I’ve made love with anyone.  I need to care about the guy that I invite into my bed, I don’t do hook ups and mostly, I masturbate alone.  So sad but true.”

    We talked for well over an hour that night, the booze loosened me up and I chattered like a magpie most of the time.  We genuinely enjoyed the other’s company.  Then one of his friends came up and said something close to his ear and he looked annoyed.  After a short conversation with the friend he told me he had to leave but he asked if he could have my phone number, which I quickly wrote down for him.  Steven apologised for having to leave and assured me he would give me a call, soon!

    Disappointed just doesn’t cover the way I felt.  For me, back years ago when I first laid eyes on him at that birthday party…it was love at first sight.  I knew at once that he was the guy for me, The One!  Once the shock of having him here then him leaving wore away, I put aside my disappointment and was very happy that he asked for my number.

    It was a Saturday night that Steven and I had talked for two hours, and he did call me on Monday evening.  We talked from more than an hour on the phone and I was completely giddy when we finally said good night.   Steven asked me to go to dinner with him the following night I became so excited I forgot to say yes to his invitation.

    “Jacob!  Uh, did I say something wrong.”

    “No, uh, oh Jeez!  Steven, this is gonna sound crazy and you’re gonna think I’m a wacko; first of all, yes I want to go to dinner you tomorrow night.  I’ve wanted to date you since the first time I saw you at a birthday party for someone I didn’t even know, back three years ago.”

    He laughed and said he never knew that I had any interest in him.  He said he’d been watching me for several months now, and last Saturday night our chance meeting was just what he had hoped for.  I was thankful that he couldn’t see the blush that reddened my face and neck.  I needed to change the subject and fast, so I asked about our dinner date

    “Where are we going Steven, do I need a tie?  Do we meet there?”

    “Hmm…at first I was thinking about casual Italian, but when you asked about wearing a tie..I got this image of you dressed in a suit and tie and I think I want to see that side of you.  Yes, wear a tie, we’ll eat at PRICCI on Pharr Road tomorrow evening and I will come to your place and pick you up.  We’ll have a real first date, if that is okay with you Jacob?”

    “Yes Steven, that sounds perfect.”

    The rest is history!  After that dinner, we were together constantly, either spending an evening on the phone together or going out to the Symphony, a movie, a play, or just a walk around Atlantic Station where he lived.  Like I said earlier, It was love at first sight for me;  as for Steven, it took us 12 dates for him to ask me to live with him.  We  had six wonderful, very happy years together.

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    It’s been three years now since Steven died, yet I still have the nightmare often.  It comes more frequently as my birthday nears.  Emotionally, I died with him that day, but my body is left here to relive the horror of seeing the one person I loved most in this world die a horrible, crushing, flaming death.  I’ve had psychotherapy, group therapy, meds of all kinds and nothing stops the terrible dreams.  I know my problem, but there are no medicines out there yet to mend a broken heart.  All the joy and happiness I had in my life went up in flames the day Steven died.  I function now, though there was a two month period where I lay in bed in a near catatonic state.

    When I overheard the doctors talking of sending me to a Sanitarium I knew I would die if I was sent there.  Later I would decide that the fear of being sent to a Sanitarium was my turning point, finally I realized that I want to live.  I managed to rouse myself and put on a good front for the doctors, telling them what they wanted to hear, not what I was truly thinking and feeling.

    Steven and I were blessed with an abundance of very good friends.  It was their help and friendship that brought me back to living, functioning day to day and going back to work.  For the first few months our friends tag teamed me.  One or two of them would call and come by to check on me every day.  One of them, Eddie Davis, always took me to doctor’s appointments and made sure I had my meds, and he generally looked after me, making sure I ate well, paid my bills, and did his best to get me back to living again.  I’m certain that I without Eddie, I wouldn’t be here today.

    I like my job as a pharmacist and getting back to work made my life less desolate.  With friends that wouldn’t let me stay alone more than one day without contact and getting back to work, I’ve learned that there are many things in my life I’m thankful for.  I’ve finally come to terms with Steven’s death.  It took a while but I know that in no way am I unique, I imagine thousands lose their soul mate every day.  Even sadder, more die every day without ever having met their soul mate, bad things happen to good people thousands of times every day.  

    During the time after the accident Eddie was my closest friend, Eddie knew the pain of losing his partner to an auto accident.  He and his partner Drew, had been together eight years when the Drew was killed when a guy running from the cops T-boned his car on the passenger’s side at an intersection sending the car into the path of a bus that crushed the driver’s compartment.   As soon as he heard about Steven’s accident Eddie came to me immediately.  He’s been my constant companion and a source of great support in getting me back to living again.  We spent many, many nights holding each other and crying together for hours.

    Eddie is always trying his best to get me interested in something or someone, neither idea held any fascination for me at all.  Some time into the sixth month of the third year after the accident, Eddie Decided that I needed to move.  His theory was that by staying here in the apartment where Steven and I lived, I’d never be able to tuck Steven into a corner of my heart and mind and move on with my life.  

    I’ll be 29 this year; after months of badgering me, taking me to see new condos and apartments, I finally agreed that perhaps I should move.  I…uh I mean we,  because it was Eddie who found the perfect place for me, a duplex that is less than 2 miles from Eddie’s place.  The new place has a fenced back yard, a great room, newly updated kitchen, 3 bedrooms, one of which I’ll use as an office/study.  Each bedroom has it’s own bath, there’s a garage with a huge storage area, a screened back porch, an outdoor patio garden and a lovely landscaped backyard with flowers and shrubs neatly maintained, and best of all, the yard maintenance is included in the rental price.

    For the first time since Steven died, I was excited.  Decorating the new place was a new adventure I could throw myself into and enjoy.  Eddie was right, this is what I had needed.  Steven’s still there in my Mind and my heart, but now I know it is time for me to live again, really live, not just exist like I’ve been these last 3 years..   

    The first order of business for my new home was to get some color on these drab white walls.  Eddie helped me with the painting and even brought a friends along as we neared the finish of the painting.   After he introduced me to his new friend Tom, Eddie confessed privately that he hoped that Tom, would eventually become his boyfriend and partner.  I was so happy for Eddie I almost cried.  He deserves a good guy and a chance to find happiness again.  

    Once the painting was finished, Eddie took me to IKEA, not so much for the furniture but to see vignettes of decorated rooms.   I found that I truly liked the Scandinavian simplicity and functionality in the furniture I saw there. I bought a few pieces to augment my existing furniture but I went overboard, furnishing my walk-in closet with enclosed, dust free wardrobes with see-thru glass doors and a new round dining table with two leafs to expand to seating for ten.

    Eddie’s time with me began to decrease as he spent more and more time with his new main squeeze, Tom.  Eddie called at least once a day but now we went days without seeing each other.  I knew Eddie wanted to spend every possible minute he could with Tom.  I was only a little jealous, I remember how it felt falling in love, and who could begrudge their best bud those wonderful times.

    Eventually the day arrived when Ed and Tom called and asked if they could come over, they needed to ask me something very important. I told them sure, come on over, not knowing what they wanted.  I put a bottle of wine in the freezer to chill a bit, mostly out of habit, Eddie and I do love our wine!  When they arrived both of them were glowing, it wasn’t at all hard to see that these two were a couple already.

    Eddie’s first words were.

    “Jacob, Tom and I are going to get married!  The ceremony will be in four weeks.  We want you there with us as our Best Man, not to mention helping us to plan the event. We wanted you to be the first to know.”

    “How Wonderful!  I’m so happy for you guys!  Of course I’ll be there, and I’m honored that you would want me as your best man.  Jeez, let me open some wine!   We need to celebrate, this is big news!”

    I made a toast to Eddie and Tom, and it wasn’t long before we needed another fresh bottle.  When Eddie and Tom left I puttered about a bit then realized that I’ve had enough wine to make me a touch sleepy.  I sat in my chair, feeling all warm and fuzzy from the wine and Eddie and Tom’s big news as well.  Sitting there it occurred to me that I had been in a happy mood all day. I determined right then that I would make the effort to change my ways.  I’ll not spend anymore days mourning what I’ve lost, I’ll always love and remember what Steven and I had; but from this day on, I’ll live in the present.  Steven himself, would be the first to tell me to get on with living if he could.

    I made a few phone calls and managed to get reservations with a travel agency.   With money from I received from Steven’s accident settlement, I gave Eddie and Tom a 10 day Honeymoon on the island of Maui, at the Sunseeker Gay Resort in Hawaii.   They were both stunned by my gift and thrilled to be on their way to Hawaii. The day of their wedding finally arrived, and more than 150 guest attended the ceremony and reception at the MCC church.  

    Wine flowed freely after the ceremony and it was at the reception that Eddie pulled me aside and introduced me to his first cousin Tyler Davis.  When Tyler smiled and shook my hand, my stomach did a flip-flop, an emotion that I thought I’d never experience again in this life.  It shook me up!  Over the years that I have known Eddie, I may have heard him mention his first cousin Tyler, but now as I stand here, my insides trembling I couldn’t remember ever hearing a word about this handsome man.  Tyler is a bit over six feet tall, he’s thin, about 150-160 pounds, dark blonde hair with lighter streaks, and with a smile guaranteed to make ones knees wobble when he chooses to flash his killer smile.  His entire face lights up when he laughs or smiles, and my heart pounded so hard I feared he could  hear it.

    Tyler is naturally gregarious, able to walk up to strangers like they were long-lost friends and quickly engage them in conversation, in minutes he’s steered the talk to  

    the strangers likes and favorite things.  Everyone seems to be enchanted by him, Today is no different, after our introduction a crowd formed rather quickly around us, with everyone, men and women, waiting eagerly to get their chance to talk with Tyler.

    I would drift a bit away from him, as others crowded around him, Tyler would reach out and take my hand and pull me back to his side.  At first it confused me, the people around us obviously wanted to talk with him, I tried to slip away to let him concentrate on his friends.  It took a couple of times of him reaching out as I tried to slip away and pulling me back to his side for me to catch on.  He wants me with him!   

    His keeping me near him excited me, it’s been a long, long time since I’ve been close enough to anyone for them to want me to be near them.  Each time he pulled me back to his side, he would turn to me and smile, sometimes he winked at me, and more than once his arm encircled my waist and he pulled us together, our bodies touching from shoulders to our knees.  It surprised me that he was so openly letting everyone know that it is me he’s interested in.  When someone new would come up to chat , he never failed to introduce me as his friend,  I’m sure I blushed each time he did.

    I watched their eyes as people talked with him, once the women caught on, they moved on, knowing they had little chance with this guy.  Even more surprising and astonishing to me, I popped a boner.  I was hard!  For years now the only time that has happened to me is when I wake in the mornings.  I actually popped a woodie while Tyler held me close against him as he talked with several of the guys gathered around him.  A spontaneous erection hasn’t happened to me since before Steven died, until today!

    Tyler turned to me and smiled when he felt my hard cock against his hip.  While he was talking to the group around him, his hand left my waist and cupped a butt cheek and pulled me against his hip, enjoying my arousal.  I know I blushed as I leaned in and kissed his neck.  That started the crowd moving away.  Tyler makes me feel good, first about myself and then I feel good about him. It’s been three years now since Steven’s passing, it’s time I rejoined the living.  

    Eddie and Tom were making their rounds, greeting and thanking everyone for coming.  A few minutes later I heard Eddie’s unmistakable laugh and he and Tom nearly ran up to Tyler and me.  Looking directly at Tyler Eddie said.

    “I told you so, didn’t I!’

    Tyler blushed and nodded his head yes.

    I know I had a questioning look, not really knowing what they were talking about.  Eddie turned to me, his grin a mile wide.

    “I’ve been telling Tyler about you for almost a year now, and he’s been avoiding me to keep me from setting you two up for drinks or dinner.”

    Smiling at me Tyler spoke up.  “What can I say, you were right Eddie.  I started looking for him as soon as the ceremony was over.  I remembered you telling me to be sure to check out your Best Man.”

    Now it was me that was blushing as Tyler pulled me against him with his arm around my waist.

    “I was just about to ask Jake here to dinner this evening.  Once you guys are on the plane, would you have dinner with me tonight Jake?”

    I know I was trembling all over.  Tyler stirred feelings in me that I thought were gone forever.  No one has called me Jake since high school, but now, when Tyler calls me Jake, I get little shivers running up and down my spine.  Somehow, even though we’ve never met before today, there’s a familiarity about him, like some how I know him, or know what he is like. It’s a very strange sensation, a touch of deJa vu, maybe.

    I smiled at Tyler and said “Yes, I’ll be happy to have dinner with you.”

    As if on cue, Tom started talking with Tyler and Eddie pulled me a few steps away from them.

    “You look happy Jacob.”

    “Of course I’m happy Eddie, my best friend in the entire world just married the man of his dreams, what’s not happy about that.”

    “You know that isn’t what I mean,  Tyler, how do you like him calling you Jake?  I’ve never heard anyone call you Jake before today?”

    “I like it really, it’s different and new and it kinda makes me tingly when he says it.  I know you’ve mentioned him before but I never had a clue that he could be like he is, it’s like he’s a force, there’s a presence about him that draws people in.  He’s almost overwhelming in some ways.”

    “He’s really into to you Jacob.  I’ve seen him reach out and pull you back beside him a time or two already.  He’s not letting you get away from him.  Go to dinner with him, it’s no big deal.  Enjoy yourself Jacob, you deserve it.   Tom and I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for us.  Ta for now, we need to greet the rest of our guests.”

    Eddie hugged me tightly, and whispered in my ear.

    “Don’t be afraid, you’re long overdue for some happiness in your life again.  I love you Jacob, you’re my best friend and I desperately want you to be happy again!  You’ve so much love bottled up inside you.  My prayer for you is that you find the one to give all that pent up love to, and that you be loved in return.”

    Eddie hugged Tyler, Tom hugged and thanked me again, then they were off greeting the rest of the guests.  The tidal wave of Eddie and Tom moving about the room, swept away the crowd that had been around Tyler and we were left standing alone.  Looking around, Tyler grinned, grabbed my hand and led me out to the garden area, grabbing two glasses of Champagne as we rushed by a server with a tray.

    He led us to the far side of the huge circular fountain and we sat there and talked for well over an hour.  We discovered that we have a long list of things we both like and a short list of things we differ on.  The more we talked the more I liked Tyler Davis.  He never asked about my previous relationship and I felt like I needed to tell him that I had been in a long term one.  When I mentioned that I had been in an LTR, Tyler spoke up.

    “Jake, I know about your relationship with Steven, and the accident.  Eddie has told me about it, about you, about Steven, and what happened.  I only mention that I know, in case you’d rather not go there just now.  I’ll be glad to listen to you tell me about it, but I don’t feel that now is the time.  We need to be where you are more comfortable and in familiar surroundings when you tell me about you and Steven.  I do want to hear about you and him together.  Your life with him is a great part of who you are now.  I think I may want to know everything there is to know about you Jake.”

    I felt the blush rising again.

    “Yes, you are right Tyler, now isn’t the time, but I am glad that you want to know about him, and you’re right about my life with Steven being a big part of who I am.  For a very long time, I forgot about me, and I almost got lost in my sorrow, but Eddie saved me.  Eddie was there for me when I needed him most, he’s saved my life many times in the past two and a half years.”

    “You’re very lucky to have had a friend like Eddie during such an ordeal.  I’m glad you’ve told me about the part Eddie has played in getting you back to being your former self.  I’ve always known he’s a great guy but I didn’t know what a great friend he has been for you.  What you’ve told me makes me appreciate him even more.  He’s only two years older than me but I’ve always looked up to him.  I’ve always felt that he and I were closest among our brothers and cousins, and the fact that we’re both second sons and both of us gay has always made us closer.”

    We heard a sudden commotion in the reception hall and Tyler guessed that Eddie and Tom were about to leave for the airport.  I jumped up and pulled Tyler along after me.  

    “Come Tyler, I completely forgot!   I’m accompanying them them to the airport!  Come with us.”

    I could see the hesitation in his face then I said.

    “Come with me, Tyler.”

    He gave me a shy, crooked little grin and took my outstretched hand.  I gave him a big smile and squeezed his hand.

    “There you are!”  Eddie exclaimed, “I thought Tyler had taken you away already, now where’s Tom?”

    Tom came rushing up from the restroom.  “I’m ready, let’s go to Hawaii!”

    The guests gathered at each side of the walkway to the Limo and threw confetti as Ed and Tom made their way to the car.  Tyler and I followed and we were off.

    The trip to the airport was a riot of laughs and remembering what a great day this has been.  Tyler and I had to leave them at the entrance to their flight concourse.  Eddie pulled me aside and hugged me tightly.  Tom and I can’t thank you enough for this trip you’ve given us.  We love you Jacob, I will always love you, my best and greatest friend.  Let it happen Jacob, I can see by the way he looks at you that Tyler is ready for you.  You can do this, and you know that of all people, Steven would be the first to wish you happiness again.  Let it happen Jacob, you need someone to love, more importantly you need to let someone love you.”

    Tom was next, thanking me again and promising to love honor and take care of my best friend.  I saw that Eddie was talking while Tyler listened intently, then a huge smile broke over Tyler’s face as he wished his cousin happiness and joy.  Tyler and I watched until the moving slide walk took them out of sight.  For just a moment I felt a bit of panic.  For the first time in almost 3 years Eddie would not be there if I need him It was a disconcerting thought for a moment.  I shook it off and determined that I wouldn’t dwell on Eddie’s absence but on the love that he and Tom would have together.  If ever two guys were meant to be together it’s those two.

    As we turned to go, Tyler put an arm across my shoulder and said to me.

    “While Eddie’s away, I’ll do my best to stand in for him Jake, it you need anything at all, just call me and I’ll be there, and I do mean anything.  I’m here for you Jake, just call.”

    I looked up into his face, I was surprised he was so serious when he mentioned being there if I needed anything.  I could see his eyes searching me for something, but I didn’t know what he wanted or expected.  Then I had that feeling again like my stomach had done a flip-flop, or a punch to my gut.  Besides today, I’ve only felt that once before, it was the night nearly ten years ago at the dance club when Steven asked me to go upstairs to chat and have a drink together.  Now at this moment, I knew that it wouldn’t be Eddies place in my life that I want Tyler to fill.

    I had difficulty swallowing the lump in my throat , but after what seemed an eternity to me I managed to say that I would call him even if it was just to chat a bit.  Again his arm went around my shoulder and he pulled me closer as we walked to the car.  

    “Good!”  He said.  I’d hate to be the guy following you around, stalking you, just to get a chance to say hello.  Being with you makes me happy Jake, it’s good times ahead!

    We were quiet the rest of the way back to where the Limo was waiting for us. Once we were in the back seat of the car, he placed his hand on my thigh and said,.

    “I don’t ever want you to feel that I’m rushing you, I meant what I said back at the reception about our having dinner together, but it is up to you.  All you have to say is “Tyler, slow down”, Patience is a virtue I’m still learning,  I tend to take a lot of things and even people for granted sometimes.  Please, Just tell me when I get to be too overbearing.  The last thing I would ever want is to mess up this thing we’re starting between you and I.”

    My head snapped to the right to look at him and I knew that he is serious about us dating and getting to know each other.  

    “I’m sorry Tyler, I suppose I’ve been alone too long.  Sometimes the things you say startle me.  I’m out of practice of relating to others, this thing between us is new to me too and I don’t want to mess us up either.”

    He reached over and took my hand again and held it there on the seat between us.  We road like that back to his car at the Church parking lot.  

    Once we were in his car, we drove to Tyler’s car he asked what I’d like for our dinner.

    I thought it over for a moment and told him I wanted a good old-fashioned Filet Mignon Surf and Turf, Filet Mignon with a Lobster Tail, a salad and hot mini loaves of brown bread.  We wound up at Bones Restaurant and enjoyed our meal and had a wonderful time together.  I hated to ask him to take me home but it was either him or a Taxi.  

    “Would you mind us going to my place before we go to dinner, I need to get out of this Tuxedo.  I rode to the church in Limo with Ed and Tom.”

    Tyler flashed me the killer smile and my heart rate increased and the pounding in my ears grew louder.  His smile faded but he sat there staring at me, for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me.  I wanted him to kiss me, but then I knew that we shouldn’t just yet.  Not in the Limo here in the church parking lot.  I want us to be alone and behind closed doors when we share our first kiss.

    “Jake, uh, JAKE!  Anybody home?”

    “Oh damn, I’m sorry, I zoned out there for a few seconds, thinking about another first with you Tyler.”

    Laughing he said.

    “Yeah, I was thinking about kissing you too.”

    Again my head snapped around to look at him.

    “You read minds too!”  I sputtered.

    He laughed.  “No I don’t read minds, but it is interesting that we both were thinking the same thing, don’t ya think?  We seem to be synced up to each other.  I definitely think we need to give this ‘thing’ between us time and space to develop, who knows what could happen.  I do know that I really do like you Jake Davis.  I really do.”

    Back at my new place,  I asked Tyler if he’d be up for for a glass of wine and he accepted.  Tyler is devastatingly handsome in his Tux, I invited him to take off the jacket and be comfortable and I hung up his coat, when I turned from the closet and saw him standing there, smiling, his bowtie undone, the Pleated front Shirt with the winged tip collar, the top two buttons were undone and he had rolled up his sleeves.  For the second time today, I popped a boner!  Damn!  

    I’ve forgotten what it’s like to lust after a very sexy man.  It has to be lust, we only met four hours ago.  Carnal Lust is another emotion I had thought gone from my life forever, I used the furniture to shield myself until my cock was flaccid again.  I could hardly take my eyes from him, everything thing about makes me want him.  The rolled up shirt cuffs exposed the blonde hair on his forearms, so thick and glistening in the light, the winged collar Tux shirt is even more appealing when it’s unbuttoned, showing blond curls at the neck of his tee shirt.  

    Standing there looking and him, I fought to control myself, I felt a stirring in my groin and for just a moment, I feared I would ejaculate standing there looking at him;  I’ve never felt so vulnerable as I do at this minute.  I excused myself to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub with a cold washcloth, cooling my head and neck, gaining some control again.  I think I would have done anything Tyler asked just a few moments ago.  I know that it is a matter of my mind controlling my previously dormant libido, hells bells, I’d forgotten I had a libido.

    We sat on the sofa and drank wine and  talked for hours, forgetting about our dinner date.  Without even noticing it happen, we wound up with Tyler leaning back into the corner of the sofa arm and the backrest, he had one leg stretched out on the sofa and I was between his legs, my back leaned against his chest, his right arm lay under my arm and hugged me to him.  When I was talking he nuzzled his face against my neck and hair, he nibbled at my ear and just being with him like this kept my cock hard for hours.  We were cuddled up, fully clothed.  Tears brimmed in my eyes when I thought about how intimate we already are together.   

    I wasn’t the only one of us with a hard cock either.  I felt his at the small of my back, when he was nuzzling my neck and ear, his cock throbbed, as for me, my shorts had been damp for hours.  The time slipped away and before we knew it it was almost 11:00pm.  Tyler said he should be going and when he stood and moved to put on his jacket, he stumbled and had to sit back down.  I told him that he shouldn’t drive and took him to the spare bedroom and showed him the bath in his room and made him promise not to drive tonight, he should sleep here.

    He thanked me and took my arm as I turned to leave.  He pulled me into a hug that almost melted any resolve I might have had.  I came very close to falling into bed with him at that moment.  When he pulled back, his eyes searched for any clue that I might be ready but I took a step back and turned him to the bath.  

    “Get ready for bed Tyler.  I know, I feel it too, but not now, it’s too soon.  We’ll get there I’m sure.”

    He and hugged me again, I felt his lips kiss my neck and he stood back smiling at me.

    “It’s the wine, and it’s you too Jake, we’ll get there like you said.  Good night Jake, and thank you, sweet dreams babe.”

    Back in my room my body trembled, I came so close to getting into his bed and now,  at this moment, more than anything, I wanted to go join him, to lie naked in bed with him.  I know it’s too soon, neither of us wants a quick roll in the hay so to speak.  In my head I repeated the words I’d said earlier.  ‘We’ll get there.’  That thought calmed me enough that the trembling stopped, for a few moments, anyway.  I finished my nightly routine and climbed into bed.  Warm and fuzzy from the wine I was trying to drift off to sleep, but images of Tyler kept running through my mind, and knowing he was in bed just across the hall.  After an hour, I got out of my bed, slipped  on a light robe and went to look in on Tyler.  I silently opened his door a bit and I saw him sitting on the side of the bed with his back to me.

    ‘Are you okay Tyler?”  I asked.

    He turned, startled then he said.

    “No, I’m not okay.  Every fiber in my body wants to be in your bed with you,  I want to hold you as we sleep.  Sex can wait, I just want to be connected to you, Jake.”

    I held out my hand to him.

    “Come with me Tyler, that’s why I’m here, it’s the same with me.   I lay down but knowing you were across the hall was too much.  Come with me, hold me, let me hold you, sleep wit me, I want you to hold me in you arms.  I need you to hold me, it’s been so long.  

    We stood in my bedroom, he in his undershorts and me naked under the robe.  Tyler  pushed the robe off my shoulders and stepped in and held our bodies together.  The warm touch of our skin together set me to trembling just as Tyler’s mouth closed on mine. We met with open lips as our passion swept us into a toe curling, cock straining embrace that ended with us collapsing across my bed.   We were both moaning and groaning at the others touch, true to his word, Tylers hands never went past my navel.  It was me that reached for his cock, surprising him and surprising myself as well.

    “To hell with waiting Tyler, we both want this.  I want to make love with you.”

    “You’re sure Jake?”

    “Tyler I haven’t been with a man for more than three years.  YES I’M SURE!”

    “In that case then, will you top me Jake, I want to give myself to you, to feel you inside me.  I want to lie on my back and watch as you make love to me.”  

    I’ll never forget that first moment we lay together, face to face, our bodies entwined with arms and legs wrapped around the object of our desire.  His kisses thrilled me, his fantastic body promised me all the love and sexual healing I could possibly want.

    It seemed that we lay together for hours before we began to prepare him for the actual act of making love.  

    Tyler’s hand and lips were all over my  body, keeping me on edge and a constant flow of pre-cum pooled at my navel.  He would rise up and lap up the pool every so often, then returned to his kissy-feely trip over every inch of my body.  I began to sweat and wanted to get on with it.  sensing my need, Tyler lay back in the cushions, placed one pillow under his butt and opened his legs and arms to me.  I knee walked up to him, bent over and took his cock to the root as he moaned and gyrated his hips.  Reaching out for me he took my face in his hands and pulled me to him, this kiss was different, it was all about sex and lust.  We were ready to make love.  Tyler reached between us and place my cock and the entrance to his velvet like tunnel.  

    I can’t remember the last time I had topped a man, Steven never allowed it, nor did he suck cock.  He fucked me and jacked my cock when we got near our climax.  Now, I’ve all kinds of butterflies in my stomach, looking down at Tyler lying there, ready to submit and give his beautiful body to me; it thrilled and scared me all at the same time.  I hope I can be good enough to satisfy him.  Just as I pushed to enter him, a thought flashed through my mind, this is all wrong, it should be me lying there and him entering my body.  He smiled at me, encouraging me with sweet lovers talk, pushing hard with his anal muscles and suddenly I was inside Tyler.  He moaned, and raised his arms to me, I leaned to him and he pulled me into a kiss, while we were kissing his legs wrapped around my hips and he pulled me into the depths of his heat.  Nothing in my entire life ever felt like this.  He raised his hips to grind against me and I almost ejaculated.  I pulled back until his sphincter stopped my retreat.  I shuddered from the feel of my cock inside him.  We broke from the kiss and he smiled again.

    “Love me Jake, make love to me.  Your cock sends chills over me and through me Jake.  Make love to me, fuck me, love me.  Oh yeah, oh god baby, that’s it!  Oh yes take me Jake, make me yours,you feel so good in me, ride my ass baby…uunngghh!  YEAH!  OH FUCK YEAH!”

    I felt his heat over all of my body, there’s a furnace deep in his butt.  Oh sweet Jeezus

    there’s never been anything like this.  Jake became active, throwing his hips up to meet my downward penetration.  In just a few strokes I found my rhythm.  Making love to Tyler Davis is wonderful.  He pinched and pulled on my nipples, taking the sexual lust up a few notches.  I do not have a clue how it happened but one minute he’s lying there and I’m nailing his butt to the bed then bam! I’m on my back and he’s riding my hard cock.  His hips are moving so fast they’re just a blur.  He’s got an itch deep down that we gotta work on.  I raise my hips and meet his thrusts as best I can, he’s fucking my cock deeper and deeper into his butt with each stroke.  

    His eyes are closed and he has just started jacking his cock, it won’t be long now. His hand moves as fast as his hips.  Suddenly he stops, his whole body tenses ridgid, his handsome face is contorted with orgasmic pleasure, he pumps out thick globs of semen, covering me from chin to my cock while my cum bathes the walls of his rectum.  He screamed out my name as he showered his semen over me.  When he collapsed atom me I felt that wonderful chest hair against me and pumped out more cum into him.  We slept.

    When I woke I eased our from under Tyler’s arm and went to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean up the mess.  I did myself while I was there then took the warm cloth to clean Tyler.  He woke while I was cleaning the semen off him, he smiled and opened his mouth but shut it before saying anything.  I almost asked what was he going to say then I didn’t.  There wasn’t a lot that could be said after what we had just experienced.  I’m sure he felt what I did.  The tremendous connection between us, the fantastic orgasm that happened both in the body and in the mind at the same time.  there’s a four letter word for it…but not just yet…I feel it, but it’s way too soon to say it.

    We cuddled and kissed for a long time.  There wasn’t  any talk, the only things we wanted to say were things we knew we should wait a bit before saying.  Finally, I turned and Tyler spooned me, that chest hair clutched against me made me hard again.  I drifted off to sleep again thinking about how wonderful he makes me feel.

    Suddenly my eyes flew open!  I’d just remembered something Tyler had said earlier.  When he was telling me that he’d take Eddies place while he was away, that if I needed anything to call him.  Tyler had said to me…

    “Being with you makes me happy Jake, it’s good times ahead!”

    Steven had said those exact words to me on our third date.  Then it all came to me in a flood of remembering.  They way that people gravitated to Tyler, it was the same with Steven, always a crowd around him.  Tyler and Steven shared a gregarious nature; something that attracted me to them.  I had felt a familiarity with both of then when we first met. in many ways Tyler and Steven were very much alike.  

    “Oh shit” I said aloud, am I attracted to Tyler because he’s so similar to Steven?  Was the flip-flop in my gut when I see him caused by Tyler or by him reminding me so much of Steven?  I fell back onto the pillows flabbergasted, why didn’t I see all this right away…What should I do?  Damn it all, I really need Eddie here to help me work this out.  I tossed and turned and stayed awake most of the night.  It was after dawn that I finally fell asleep.

    I woke around 10:00 AM  to the smell of fresh brewed coffee and made my way to the kitchen.  I wore baggy boxers and a tee shirt, my bed hair was a ‘unkempt look masterpiece’ plus I was barefoot.  Tyler was reading the morning paper and there was that lurch again in my stomach.  How many times had I come to the kitchen for coffee and found Steven reading the morning paper.

    Tyler jumped up when he saw me and poured my cup of coffee, then asked it I needed cream or sugar.  

    “No thanks, black and strong is fine with me.  Did you sleep well Tyler?”  

    “I’m so sorry about getting too drunk to drive.   I woke earlier and had a pounding headache, took some aspirin I found in the vanity drawer.  I’ve been up now about a half hour and the headaches gone.  I’ll be getting out of your hair in a few minutes.  Would you like to go for breakfast, I’m really hungry.”

    “I’ll have to pass on breakfast I have to leave for my Mom’s in a bit, I’ll be visiting her for a few days.”

    Tyler drained his cup and as he passed my chair he put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a gentle squeeze.  Then he said.

    “Damn Jake…you’re even cute when you first wake up. You are adorable!”

    When I heard his shower start I remembered that he was wearing a Tux last night.  I rummaged through my closet and found a pair of board shorts that I had worn before Steven’s accident that were too large for me now.  I put the shorts and a tee shirt on his bed and a spare pair of flip flops on the floor.  Back in my room, I put on a similar outfit with the exception of shoes, I can’t tolerate flip flops, I wore a pair of denim canvas OP casuals.

    After dressing in the shorts, Tyler came into the kitchen,

    “Thanks for the clothes Jakey, I didn’t want to be seen in my Tux the morning after.”

    Tyler gathered his things and told me he’d get the clothes back to me as soon as he had them washed.  When he asked I was reluctant to give him my phone number,   I stuck out my hand to shake just as he reached an arm around to hug me.  Neither of us said a word about what we had shared together last night, it was an awkward moment.  He looked confused then hurt.  I apologized and hugged him but I could see disappointment in Tyler’s eyes.

    Why am I giving him the brush off?  Because he’s too much like Steven?  Something in me was shutting him out, and I’m not at all sure why.  It’s nothing he’s done, he’s just been himself and I’m being a shithead for some reason.  I’ve even managed to confuse myself, after recognizing that both Tyler and Steven shared some traits, mannerisms and Tyler said the exact same words to me that Steven once when he told me ‘being with you makes me happy Jake, it’s good times ahead!”  I need Eddie, he hasn’t been gone 24 hours and already I’ve fucked things up with Tyler.  At this rate, by the time Eddie returns Tyler won’t even be speaking to me.  I think I’ll go crawl back into my hole and forget about ‘living’.  I may be too messed up to ever have another relationship.

    I tried to forget about everything that had happened these past few days,  I should know better than to think that anyone could ever be interested in me once they discover all the emotional baggage that comes with me.  I went so far as to unplug the landline phone at my place and I turned off my cell, sending every call to my messages.  I should have recognized the signs, I’ve been through this before, I knew I was heading full steam into a another deep, clinical depression.  It’s happened twice since Steven’s death.  I was cutting myself off from everything familiar.  Tyler called my cell three times the first day, two on the second and none on the third day.  He must have called Eddie, I hadn’t given him my cell number yet. The last message from him was angry.

    “Unless you are ill, I’m really pissed Jacob, if you’re not ill then Fuck it Jake, I won’t play your games.  Goodbye!  I cried after hearing the anger in his voice, my only chance for happiness in the past few years and I’ve screwed everything up.  He’s better off without the likes of me.

    On the eighth day there was a message from Eddie, he told me Tyler had called and was upset and angry with me.  Eddie wanted to know what the hell I had done.  I didn’t call him back either.  It’s like I’ve crawled out on a flimsy limb that I know will break and I’ll fall before anyone can get me down.  I convinced myself that I’ve let Steven down, daring to meet someone new and dishonoring what Steven and I had.  I know that Eddie will be very angry with me, Tyler’s pissed off and likely will never see or speak to me again.  I’m just no good to anyone anymore.

    For the first time since right after Steven’s death, thoughts of ending my life came back to me, again.  I have the gun, I bought it six weeks after Stephen died.  I’ve held it to my temple, put the barrel in my mouth but I’ve never been able to pull the trigger.  I’m miserable and too much of a coward to end my misery.  Tyler’s pissed off and done with me I’m sure, I can find no reason to continue this miserable existence I lead.

    Getting more desperate and despondent by the hour, around 10:30 pm I called my psychotherapist, she recognized the signs and knew something major had gone wrong in my life.  By the time she arrived at my place, I was in a near catatonic state, unresponsive when she arrived.  I suppose that she gave me a tranquilizing shot because I woke up, strapped to a bed in a hospital.

    Slowly, I began to climb out of the hole I had dug to bury myself in, With Dr. Angel’s help (what an appropriate name for a psychotherapist!) I started on the road back to being Jake Davis (pathetic I know, all my life I was Jacob until Tyler, he called me Jake), I want to be the Jake he had liked again, If I could only go back and redo that Sunday and put my arms around his neck and kiss him like I had wanted to do since our first meeting.  I asked Dr. Angel how long I had been at this hospital and she told me that this was the 10th day.  She didn’t know yet how long I’d be here.  

    On the twelfth day I was lying in bed staring out my window when I heard a familiar voice.

    “I can’t leave you even for my honeymoon without you wreaking havoc all about you.”

    I started sobbing and held out my arms for Eddie.  I cried, heavy sobbing wracked my body, it was several minutes before my crying subsided enough to talk.

    “Where’s Tom?  Did you guys have a good time?”

    “Yes, our trip was wonderful and we thank you, but the last couple of days were very stressful when I couldn’t find you.  I’ve called every hospital and sanitarium in three states trying to find Jacob Broggi, finally I ran across a Jake Brogan here and I came to see if it could be you as soon as I could.  What did you do to poor Tyler?  The man is almost as bad off as you are.”

    I told him how great things were going with Tyler and how I bolted upright in bed when I realized that he was so much like Steven in mannerisms and that verbatim bit about liking me and good times were ahead.  I told him how I had decided that it was his likenesses to Steven that had attracted me and I knew that we wouldn’t work together with that as the basis of our friendship.  I told him how I had hurt Tyler when he wanted to hug me and I tried to shake hands.  I talked about how I cut off all communication with everyone, and finally the last ditch, desperate call to Dr. Angel.  

    Eddie pulled up a chair and sat beside my bed, he was facing me so we could talk easily.  I have to admit that Eddie did not try to smooth things over.  

    “The only bright spot in this whole affair is that you called your therapist for help.  That says you want to get better, you want to live.  That’s the good news Jacob. Eddie said.

    Then he really lit into me, telling me I was selfish, a self centered twit, inconsiderate of those who care for me the most, and he ranted on for more than an hour.  He ended by telling me that I was a big boy now and although he loves me and I’m his best friend, he is married to a wonderful man who is crazy for him.  He told me he wouldn’t be at my beck and call now that he and Tom are together.  

    “You have to know and accept this Jacob, Tom is my first priority now.  If you know what’s good for you, you’ll pick up that phone, call Tyler and beg him for another chance.  He cares a great deal for your sorry butt for some reason Jacob.  Call him, now!  I have to leave, we’re due at Tom’s parents in two hours.  I love you Jacob, you’re the dearest friend I’ve ever had but you have to do this yourself.  CALL TYLER, NOW!

    With that, Eddie hugged me and said goodbye.  I knew that everything he had said was true, I’ve behaved very badly to those who matter.  I just don’t know how I can manage to talk with Tyler, I’m so ashamed of how I treated him.

    I looked over to the clock on my bedside table, it was 8:15pm, visiting hours will be over in 15 minutes and when my nightly Meds are delivered,  then I’ll go to sleep.  I turned facing the window and watched the lights across the city.  I tried and tried to think of what I could say to Tyler, some way to apologise for being such an ass,  I was certain that once I made my apology to him, I would never see or hear from him again.  That thought brought tears to my eyes again.  I lay there, weeping silently for what had never been nor would ever be.

    “Jake?”

    The voice was almost a whisper, did I dream it?  Oh fuck!  now I’m dreaming about Tyler, just what I don’t need.

    “Jake.”  The voice was louder this time, I turned my head and saw Tyler standing by my door.

    He held a bouquet of yellow roses in his hand.

    “Tyler?  You’re in my dream, not standing in the doorway.  You’re here?  How, why?”

    “Eddie called me and told me you were here.  I had to come as soon as I heard, we left things between us in pretty sad shape the last time we were together.  I don’t want that to be the last memory I have of you and me.  At the very least I want to be your friend Jake.”

    I turned my body and lay on my back while I raised the bed so that we could see each other as we talked.  I asked him to pull up the chair, as he put the roses in a water pitcher.  I told him about my history with clinical depression since Steven’s death.  I told him about my revelation that night at my house when I remembered how similar he and Steven were, that he had even said the exact same words as Steven has once told me. I told him how I had convinced myself that it was the similarities between him and Steven that I was attracted too.  That was the reason I didn’t hug him, in my twisted mind it wasn’t him that I was attracted to. How strange is is that we never once mentioned the best sexual experience I’ve ever had.  He seemed to have enjoyed it too.

    “I’m so sorry for the way I behaved Tyler, if I had a do over, I would put my arms around your neck and kiss you like I had wanted to do that next morning.  I’ve never felt anything near to what I felt with you when we made love.

    Tyler’s somber face broke into a huge smile when I said the part about wanting to kiss him.

    “Once you’re out of here and a free man again, we can arrange for a do over anytime you would like Jake.  I’ve wanted that too.”

    I reached out and he took my hand and we talked more.  I told him everything about me I could think of, I talked about Steven and our life together, my life after the accident.  How I had just recently begun to think of the future and my decision to live my life to the fullest possible. We were interrupted when the duty nurse brought my medications.

    “Oh! Sir, I’m sorry but visiting hours ended at 8:30, it’s 9:45 pm now, you’ll have to leave sir.”

    Tyler rose, still holding my hand, the duty nurse stood waiting, holding a glass of water and the little paper cup with four pills.  Tyler leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips and said goodnight.  I heard the duty nurse’s sharp intake of breath as she said…

    “Oh my goodness!”

    At the door, Tyler turned, gave me that killer smile and waved goodbye. I learned that night that it’s impossible to swallow pills and water while smiling.  Looking up at the nurse I said.

    “He’s something special, don’t you think?”

    She stuttered and mumbled about,then made a hasty exit while I lay there in bed smiling and thankful that I’d might get a second chance with Tyler Davis.  

    “YES!”  I said as I pumped my fist in the air!

    Dr, Angel was amazed when she came to see me the next morning.

    “What’s changed Jacob, what snapped you out of your depression?”

    “I had two visitors last evening Doctor, the first was my friend Eddie who pulled up a chair to my bedside and proceeded to read me the riot act. He told me off good, ranting on about how inconsiderate I’ve been to those who matter in my life.  He ended telling me that I was on my own this time.  Eddie and his partner are now back home from their honeymoon in Hawaii.  He told me that he wouldn’t be dropping everything to come hold my hand anymore.  Every word he said about me was true.  I’ve been inconsiderate and taken advantage of the best friend I have in the entire world.  I’m deeply ashamed.

    Then later Tyler, came by.  I had been insensitive and selfish toward him earlier and I was very sorry about that.  He came to visit and we were able to resolve our problems.  To put it plainly, he forgave me for being such a shit.

    The doctor ran all her tests, had the staff physician check me over and all systems seemed to be a go and I was released the following day.  I took a cab to my apartment instead of calling Eddie to take me there. (Already I’m taking his advice to man up and grow a pair. I’m Learning to take care of myself.)   Hungry, I checked the pantry and came away with a can of Tomato soup, two slices of cheese and half a sleeve of saltines.  I was still a bit weak and after eating and I lay down on the sofa for a nap.  I woke after about an hour to the call of nature and I got up and relieved myself.

    Back at the kitchen island I noticed that the wall phone base unit had been removed and unplugged.  No one had been able to even leave a message for almost two weeks.  I replugged the phone and was hanging it on the wall when there was a knock at my door.  I went to open it and there stood Tyler with a potted plant this time.

    “The hospital said you had been discharged so I came here.”

    I ushered him in, shut the door and put my arms around his neck and kissed him.  He was still cradling the potted plant in one arm.

    “Let me put this plant down and let’s do that again with both of us participating one hundred percent!”

    Tyler wrapped me in his arms, one hand cradling my head the other pulling us close together.  His kiss was magic, I knew there had to be steam coming out of my ears.  I melted against him.  To my delight there was absolutely nothing about our kissing that reminded me of Steven.  Tyler is the most sensual man I’ve ever met.  He kept on kissing me until I could no longer stand on my own, we moved over to the sofa without breaking apart.  

    I wasn’t expecting such an erotic reaction to Tyler’s kisses.  I tongued and probed every centimeter of his tongue and mouth.  The speed of my erection had caused some discomfort some pubic hair was caught up and pulled with my rapidly growing erection. I pulled and tugged trying to get comfortable to no avail.

    “Hmm. looks like everything is playing into my hands.  You’ll need to take those pants off to get yourself rearranged.  You will not be putting them back on anytime soon.  I want you Jake.  Just tell me to slow down NOW if you need more time, will we wait Jake?”

    “No Tyler, no more waiting for me, for us.  But there is something I must do first.  Make yourself a drink, I won’t be long, but this is something I have to do for me and for us.  I went to the bath in my bedroom and sat down on the edge of the tub.  I took a deep breath and I said my goodbye to Steven, he will always have a corner in my heart and in my mind, I’ll never forget him nor the love we shared.  I told him I had to live now, no more mourning the loss of him.  I told him about Tyler and that there’s a good chance that Tyler could be the man to bring me back into the real world of living, loving and sharing our lives together.  I kissed my finger and made the motion of pressing it to Steven’s lips, like I used to do.

    I stood, wiped my tears with a tissue and looked in the mirror, a few drops of ‘Bright Eyes’ cleared the redness, and with a big sigh and a shaky voiced “Goodbye Steven”, I turned out the vanity light and went back to Tyler, waiting in the kitchen.

    “I’m sorry to break our mood from earlier, but I had to say goodbye to Steven.  I don’t want my life before we met coming between you and I. Steven is a part of my past.  Now I want to work on you and I, hoping that maybe we can have a future together. Let’s do that kiss again and get on with Tyler and Jake.”

    “You’re really ready then,for us?  You’re ready to see what we can become?”

    “Oh god yes, I’m ready at last Tyler.  I want to make love with you Tyler, I want you so very much,  Ohmigod this feels so good.  Now Tyler, now.!”

    We made our way to my bed, lips locked, hands groping each other, tearing off our clothes.  I was a little nervous at first, hoping that I can be as good for him as he was the other night. it’s been a long time since I’ve had a cock inside me.

    Tyler’s naked body is a vision to behold, he swears his only exercise is running.  He has slightly bulging biceps, nice firm, squared off pecs a visible six-pack though not sharply cut as a gym rat’s would be.   He’s slender with a ridiculous 30 inch waist, but his body is toned to perfection.  He’s muscled but not heavily so, built more like a diver on a college swim team, his body is proportioned perfectly, and his golden furred little butt is to die for.   Visualize the prototypical California surfer boy’s body and that’s Tyler. His legs are tanned and golden from the curls of blond hair covering him that are almost white from the sun.  I feel so inadequate lying beside him, I’m slim but not ripped or toned like Tyler.  I suppose my body would be described best as lean and smooth, Eddie would say I’m emaciated, he remembers how I looked before the accident.  Looking at Tyler, I’ll have to be in the gym sweating out the weakness and build myself back to be at least in decent shape.

    Tyler lay down beside me, with half his body on me, his touch is electric, I feel myself buzzing.  When he leaned in to kiss me, the moment our tongues touched I felt my orgasm start.  I moaned in my throat but we didn’t break the kiss.  Unbidden, driven only by him kissing me and our bodies touching, I ejaculated, covering both of us in my semen.

    Looking directly into my eyes Tylers tongue darted out and lapped up the semen on  my chest.  He continued carressing and kissing until he had covered my body completely.  The entire time from ejaculation to his raising my legs to my chest, my cock remained hard.  His hands manipulated me, lubing me, loosening me up to accept his entry.  Once I was ready he leaned forward and started a long, sensuous kiss that only fanned the flames of my desire for him.  Finally, I reached down and place his cock at my opening.  

    “I want you inside me Tyler, it’s been so long.  You don’t have to be careful, I’ve used a dildo for years now, but now I want the real thing.  I want Tyler Davis inside me.”

    His entry was almost painless, and I’m overwhelmed by the joyous feelings of our shared intimacy.  In seconds he was balls deep inside me, grinding against me.  Without any thought at all, I locked my ankles and pulled him deeper with each thrust.

    What started as intimate, sweet lovemaking quickly evolved into toe curling man lust.

    His hard cock lie a piston thrusting inside me, was my whole world.

    Now I know that this is what I’ve missed the most, sharing my body with someone who cares for me.  Once the intimacy between us is established, there are no limits to the emotions we can share.  After his third thrust into me, I caught fire.  His cock grinding against me set off my long pent-up lust.  I fucked back at him, I raised my hips to meet his down thrust, we ground together, I dug my heels into his butt, pulling him deeper inside me.  We were moaning, grunting, flesh slapping against flesh.  Our tongues battling for possession of the other’s mouth, while his hard cock pounding inside me took possession of my body. Sweat poured off both of us, we knew that something magical was happening between us.  We’re connected in our minds as well as our bodies.  

    Each time I thought we were getting close to orgasm, Tyler would ease up, letting the passion subside.  On the third time it happened I realized that he was Edging!  I had read about, in some magazine and had dismissed it as just another sex game people play.   By the fourth time we made it to the very edge and he backed off, I became very vocal letting him know I had to cum, I could wait no longer.  This man inside me was making me crazy with desire for him and to finish our orgasm.  I want his cum in me.  It didn’t take long, I started begging Tyler to let me cum, let us have our orgasm.

    I lost count of the times his cock sent goose-flesh scampering wildly across my body, Tyler Davis is a master at making love with me. Instinctively he knew what was right for me this first time together,(I topped him the night of the Wedding but tonight, it me getting my ass nailed to the mattress,  he’s hit all the right buttons first time out.  

    Oh yeah, this is gonna work out just time.  We were so into each other and what we were doing, it surprised me when Tyler’s body went rigid. His legs knotted, flexed taut with muscles as his semen rushed into my body.  I felt my own tingle and with my legs wide and in the air, my toes curled tightly, Tyler brought me to another no-touch orgasm from my body.  Two times he’s made me cum without either of us touching my cock.  Magical.

    The feel of his perfect body against me is like Nirvana, there is a stillness in my mind following our moment of desire and passion, the only thing in my mind now is Tyler.  He fills the void that I’ve run from for years, at last I’m free.  I snuggle up against him, my lips at his neck, an arm across his chest clutching him to me.  He moves and tilts my chin up and kisses me so tenderly an involuntary sob escapes my throat.  Tyler looks at me and smiles.

    “See,  Jake, he said softly, I told you there were good times ahead.  This is just the beginning baby, we’re just getting started.”

    We dozed for a few hours.  I woke before Tyler and I propped up on an elbow and just lay there looking at him.  When the light is right, there’s a golden aura that surrounds him.  His golden blondness catches the sun and illuminates him.  Like everything else about him seems, it’s magical. Everything about him since our first meeting at the wedding has been magical.  I’m so very lucky that I didn’t drive him away when I went into depression.  It takes a special person to want to develop a relationship with a known nutcase like me.  Once he knew the facts, he understood and he has helped me bounce back.  I’ve been given another chance and I know I’ll do all in my power to make things work out right with him.

    When Tyler opened his sleepy eyes, I was there looking down at him.  He smiled at me but it turned into a yawn.  Laughing he pulled me to his chest and gave me a light peck on the lips.  

    “WOW!  If we get any better than that, my heart may not be able to take it.  I’ve never, ever felt so loved as I did when we were in the throes of  our orgasm.  I think we’re gonna be just fine Jakey.”

    We were silent for a moment. just looking at each other.  My heart was soaring.  I knew that this was it.  We’re together now…no matter what life throws at us, we’ll face it together.  I know I’m in love…but’s it’s too soon to say it.  I said a silent little prayer of thanks, to Him for letting me be happy again.

    Later after we had recovered from our initial love making, I was  surprised when Tyler asked that I top him.  I suppose it is his looks, so handsome and virile, it’s hard to imagine him being submissive.  The thought of him on his back with legs held wide in the air just doesn’t come to mind easily.  I always imagined him as a complete top, just an impression I had formed not knowing anything about him other than the way he looks.  Did I mention that he is a freaking stud of a man?  It’s  only that it is new to me.  It’s been nearly 10 years since I topped anyone, Steven never allowed it.   If Tyler wants me to top him then that is what I will gladly do.   It is my intent to give him pleasure however, whenever I can.

    We roused from bed and Tyler went to the bathroom and I went to the kitchen.  I glanced at the clock, it was 2:30 am.  When Tyler came in from the bathroom I asked if he was hungry and his wicked little smile made me add.

    ‘“For food, you horn dog!  We have to eat to be able to do what we do in the bedroom.  It’s my time at bat next and I need to eat first.  How about you?”

    “I got all the protein I need off your stomach, but a plate full of carbs ought to be what the doctor ordered.  There’s an all night diner about a mile or so away, let’s get dressed and head out.  I need you strong for our next session.  I can hardly wait for that.”  Tyler said wiggling his eyebrows at me and wearing a wicked little grin.

    As we headed to the door he put an arm around me and we stopped and kissed again, acting like it would be our last.  I put all I had into it.  I know all too well that  it could very well be our last kiss.  Anything can happen,  

     “Your are amazing Jake.  I’ve never felt such an emotional orgasm before.  the physical one was spectacular but the mind fuck was off the charts.  I’m not letting you get away from me.  You are so much more that I could have ever imagined.” Tyler said.

    After a moment of staring intently into each others eyes, I lay my head on his chest, and hugged him to me.

    “I’m not going anywhere Tyer,  I’ll always want you in my bed.”

    ————————————————————————————————————————

    It’s been six months now and Tyler and I are a couple.  We’ve both professed our love and we now wear heavy gold bands to signify that we are together.  Eddie and Tom have become our social friends now, being the ones we call when we’re going out to try a new restaurant, a movie or to come for dinner when I’ve a new dish to try.  They’re happy together, Tyler and I are happy together and we do so enjoy their company.  Tyler’s love has healed me, I’m no longer the weak, submissive, neurotic basket case I was when I first met Tyler.  Dr. Angel has released me and I no longer go for those hourly therapy sessions.  I’ve an age-old therapy treatment now that has healed me.  I’m in love and I am loved.  

    The End

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  • The Boys of Harvest

    Devin was sitting in the grain truck at the field’s edge under the shade of a tree trying to stay cool. Gnats swarmed in his face and he fanned them away as best he could as he watched the combine loop around the field. His father was at its controls working his way across the Knight’s field, one of three they were hired to harvest. The Knight farm was small and Ellis Knight couldn’t afford the expense of his own combine so he hired the harvesting out. In the past it was ole Hank who lived across the road from the Knights but he was having health issues and his old combine was in need of repair.

    The Knights struggled to support themselves with the small farm and Mrs. Knight worked in a nearby paper mill. Ellis and Evelyn had four children, Jeff, a senior in high school, Sheryl who was Devin’s age at sixteen, Bobby who was fourteen and CJ who was the youngest at ten. Devin knew Sheryl well, their rural county school being so small and she was an attractive girl; so attractive even her lack of makeup she was still more alluring than most for the guys in their class. But Devin struggled with his attractions, worried about what others would think if they knew he was more enticed by Jeff than Sheryl, who was tall and muscular and so attractive with his dark skin and shaggy brown hair. He wondered where Jeff was at, if he was around somewhere. If he’d run into him while at their place.

    Devin saw the grain begin to pile up in the bin of the combine and he started the truck and eased out into the field heading toward the combine. The rowed field was rough to navigate and he eased along slowly till he came upon his father who was stopped waiting with the auger rotated out ready to unload.

    Once the grain was transferred to the truck Devin pulled it back to the shady spot at the field’s edge and rolled the windows back down to let what breeze was blowing cut through the cab. He had his iPod playing with the earbuds in his ears and he sat back letting his mind wander.

    “Hey, Devin!”

    Devin was surprised to hear someone calling out to him and he fumbled to remove the earbuds as he sat up. Looking down he saw Bobby standing by the truck. Bobby was so slim, his features so soft he looked more feminine than masculine and his thick straw blonde hair was disheveled, naturally wavy, and for a moment Devin let the thought of how cute Bobby was float through his mind. But he was just a kid, only fourteen and he pushed the idea away.

    “What’s up?”

    “Ma-ma wants to know if you and your daddy want to eat dinner with us?”

    “No, mom is preparing lunch so we’ll be going home shortly” Devin replied. “But tell her thanks for the offer” he added as he saw the look on Bobby’s face, a look of disappointment.

    “Okay, I’ll tell her” Bobby said and he hesitated a moment as if he wanted to say something else. Something of a different nature, then he looked up at Devin holding one hand over his eyes as if to shield them from the sun, even though he was in the shade of the tree. “See ya around?” It was more a question than a statement but Devin didn’t catch it. As he watched Bobby walk back toward the gate to the field he thought of the comments his younger sister, Donna, had said about Bobby, how the other boys picked on him, called him a sissy and queer, and he considered how cruel it was, this bullying. And he considered how he could so easily be the target of such taunts. If only he had the courage of his convictions to be able to tell his classmates how he felt, what his desires truly were but this wasn’t Atlanta or Birmingham where that might be feasible. This was Oak Hill, population 800, and it was different here.

    Four years later.

    Devin was home from college helping his father in the barn do some maintenance on the equipment. It was late June and the harvest was still months away but his father didn’t like to rush and always wanted things ready to run when the time come. It was hot, even in the shade and inside the barn was just as bad. They were soaked with sweat after a short time and they had to wipe their brows constantly to keep it out of their eyes.

    It was only ten in the morning and it would be hotter that afternoon.

    “Gerald, you and Devin in here” Maddie called out, Devin’s mother.

    “Yeah, over here at the combine” Devin replied and he stood up moving out so she could see him.

    “Mrs. White said the Knights have a good crop of butterbeans and okra and ours hasn’t made much. You want to run over there and get a bushel or two of beans and some okra for dinner tonight?”

    “The Knights have a large garden?” Devin asked and his father stood up from the combine.

    “They stopped regular farming two years ago and started crop farming. Doing pretty well from what I hear. That middle boy talked his father into it” Gerald said as he wiped his greasy hands.

    “Bobby?”

    “Yeah, I think that is the boy’s name. Surprised a lot of folks around here for everyone thought it would be the oldest son who took over, but he left; went into the military. The Navy I think” Gerald replied to Devin.

    Gerald pulled out his wallet and slipped several bills from it holding them out to Devin.

    “I need to finish here, so you go on over there and see what they have. Get what your mother wants and anything else that looks good.”

    Devin took the money and followed his mother out of the barn and into the house. She went on into the kitchen as he went to the large utility sink in the mudroom to wash his hands and arms of the grease smeared on them. Cleaned up a little he headed out to his car, a six year old Mustang, and headed to the Knight’s place.

    He’d not been there since they harvested their crops four years ago. The next couple of years Hank Robbins was once again doing it for them and after that Devin had not heard any news or gossip about the Knights, being away at college more than he was here in this rural region he considered home. As he drove down the narrow two lane highway passing other farms, low ranch style homes or old wood sided farm houses sitting tall on their brick piers he thought of Bobby, and what he had been like in high school. Even though he was two years younger he was the same age as his sister and the small school made it where everyone knew everyone else. Bobby had grown tall with his lean body making him appear more so with his long gangly arms and long legs. And he had been attractive, so cute the girls hung out with him all the time. But the boys had stayed away from him except to bully him on occasion. Devin had steered clear of Bobby, afraid to be around him. The association would have been too much, his fear of his desires becoming known.

    He turned on Highway 168, a highway he rarely had a need to travel and proceeded toward the Knight’s place. It was less than three miles and Devin came upon the drive to their house. It was a narrow dirt lane that wound through the woods and everything appeared as it did four years ago, except for the new mailbox and the small sign next to the drive advertising the vegetables they had for sale. The filtered sunlight through the tree canopy flashed over the windshield as he eased down the drive to the house sitting among several large oak trees. It was an old farm house, some say the original part was built in the 1800’s and it had several additions giving it an eclectic look, one that Devin found inviting. Devin pulled around the house and to the barn where he parked next to the two trucks and car that were already there. The barn door was open and he could see large wood bins filled with freshly picked vegetables lined down one wall and there were five people picking through them. He moved inside and saw Sheryl sitting at a table on the opposite wall with a small cash box ready to take their payment.

    “Well, I’ll be damn, Devan!” Sheryl exclaimed as he moved toward the beans his mother wanted.

    “Hey Sheryl, how have you been?”

    “Good. You home for the summer?”

    “Yeah.”

    A young guy came in carrying two buckets and Devin looked at him trying to place him for he looked familiar.

    “That’s CJ, my youngest brother” Sheryl said when she saw the look on Devin’s face.

    “For a minute I thought it was…”

    “Jeff” Sheryl interrupted, “yeah, he looks just like Jeff when he was fourteen. He’s just not as cocky as Jeff…thank God.” Devin looked at Sheryl and they laughed at her judgment of Jeff both knowing it was true.

    “Where’s Bobby?” Devin asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

    “Oh he’s out back in the garden. Why don’t ya go say hello” Sheryl said and there was something in her voice, something knowing, something left unsaid.

    Devin walked toward the back of the barn toward the rear doors where he could see a portion of the field that was being cultivated with vegetable crops. Rows of beans and squash plants ran the length of the field with the tree line beyond and the vivid blue of the sky above, but within his framed view no sign of Bobby. As he came to the door he saw a new tractor parked to the side and the area of cultivation, nearly half of the forty acre field that was behind the barn. Over to the side he saw the caged tomato plants, lush green in color growing thickly within the cages and shooting out the top. Moving among them was Bobby. From a distance he appeared no different from what Devin remembered from school two years ago with the bright straw blonde hair which none of his siblings had and a tall lean body, but as Devin got closer he noticed a difference, his body filled out a little more, a lean muscular build and he looked more masculine. Devin was approached from his back and he studied the body in front of him as he got closer. He noticed right away the tight jeans and the t-shirt he was wearing, the sleeves ripped out and the sides cut open revealing his body, showing the natural dark skin tone, the lean torso and when he turned slightly working around one plant Devin saw the darker blonde hair under his arms, it wet with sweat.

    Devin felt his heart race, a feeling inside he was trying to control as he came closer. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of the person in front of him. He continued to study him, to look at the way his hair curled around the edges, the way the sun light reflected off of his sweaty skin and the way his beard was coming in along his jaw line, thick near the chin then thinning out not quite reaching his hairline. Devin knew he should announce his approach, say something, anything, but he was holding his mouth tightly closed, almost afraid of what he would say. Then Bobby stopped raking the hoe over the ground and stood up turning toward him suddenly aware of his presence.

    “Devin; home for the summer?”

    “Yeah. So how’s it going?”

    “Good. Finally getting this farm to make some money, but it is a lot of work” Bobby said and he chuckled slightly. He turned to face Devin, took a step bringing them closer together. “It’s good to see you, Devin.”

    Devin knew Bobby had gotten tall, over six feet, but standing here near him and having to look up slightly he realized just how tall Bobby had gotten and he let his eyes quickly scan downward over the torso, one side visible through the slit open side of the t-shirt. His eyes moved further over the crotch of Bobby’s jeans where the natural bulge at the crotch looked so enticing and he had to take a breath and force his eyes back up. Bobby was looking at him, his expression serious then he smiled. Devin felt trapped, like a caged animal, afraid of his emotions, afraid Bobby could see what he was thinking.

    “So how’s college?” Bobby asked and Devin found his out, a way to talk to Bobby and take his mind off of those feelings of attraction, of desire toward someone else.

    They talked briefly about college, Devin’s plans on returning to farm and Bobby’s operation here on his family’s place. Then the conversation slowed, the topic exhausted, and Bobby went to say something, something Devin felt anxious to hear, when CJ came walking up.

    “Hey Bobby we could use some more tomatoes inside” CJ called out stopping several yards away.

    “Okay, I’ll bring in a few more” Bobby replied then he turned to Devin, “want to help me pick?”

    “Sure” Devin replied and they each went down a different row of plants, carrying the buckets Bobby had with him. The varieties varied, old heirlooms of different types, different colors.

    “You want a particular variety picked?” Devin asked.

    “No, we’ll separate them inside. Cheryl is good at seeing the differences too.”

    They moved along the row a short distance and had the buckets full. Devin looked over at Bobby seeing him pick a bright red fruit from a plant, wiping his hand over the firm surface then he held it out to Devin. It glistened in the bright sunlight and in Bobby’s hand it looked even more desirable. Devin reached out and took it lifting it to his mouth biting through the thin skin into the firm flesh. Juice ran down his chin and he had to lean forward to keep it from getting on his shirt.

    “These are really good…are they not?” Bobby asked and Devin nodded his head as he took another bite.

    It was late, nearly midnight and Devin lay on his bed. His room was totally dark, nothing could be seen yet in his mind, vividly in bright relief, he saw Bobby in his tight jeans and that ripped t-shirt moving along the tomato plants raking the hoe over the surface of the ground. Devin’s hand slipped into his boxers, grasped his erection and stroked it, moved along its length as Bobby was moving in front of him, working the hoe along the ground until he hears Devin and he turns. Devin sees him smile, pull his t-shirt over his head and begin to undo his jeans. Devin can’t hold back and he cums, shooting wad after wad within his boxers as his hand smears it along his spurting cock.

    For the next few days Devin let images of Bobby cloud his mind. Time and time again one or the other of his parents would have to address him more than once to get his attention. He thought of so many excuses to go over to the Knight place so he could see Bobby but each time he let his anxieties cause him to back down. The next weekend his mother got him to go with her to the small farmer’s market in town for she wanted some mushrooms and eggs. The small metal building had the doors open on each end with large fans set at one end trying to cool the interior as people roamed along the bins lining each side. Devin walked with his mother down the aisle toward the vendor his mother knew had mushrooms. As they wove their way through the people Devin scanned the room wondering if Bobby would be there selling vegetables from their farm. They were half way toward the back when he saw Bobby and CJ sitting behind two bins piled high with various vegetables. Behind them was their truck backed in through the garage door with more crates of vegetables ready to be put out. Bobby was busy taking someone’s money as his brother bagged their items leaving him unaware of Devin’s presence and his intense stare.

    On the way back Devin pointed out the Knight’s stall and his mother agreed they should check it out, oblivious to Devin’s ulterior motives. Bobby saw them approach and he leaned back resting his butt on the tailgate of the truck.

    “Mrs. Collins and Devin” Bobby greeted them and his voice changed tone when he said Devin, “can I help you with anything?”

    “I don’t know…oh look at these tomatoes. What kind are they?” Mrs. Collins asked as she picked one up.

    “Purple Calabash; beautiful fruit isn’t it. They have a good taste too. Would like to try a few?”

    “Yes, give me three or four” Mrs. Collins replied and CJ pulled out a bag and helped her pick the ones she wanted. Devin saw Bobby turn toward him holding up an apple, bright vivid red in color, beautifully shaped, and Bobby bit into it, the crunch of his teeth slicing through the firm flesh louder than expected and Devin watched the way Bobby bit into it, watched the way his jaw worked as he chewed the flesh within his mouth then swallowed. Then he realized how Bobby was looking at him, a mischievous smile on his face and Devin looked away quickly turning his attention to CJ and his mother.

    The next day was Sunday and Devin’s parents got ready and left for church a little before ten. Devin had begged off knowing it disappointed his mother but he knew he couldn’t take another hell fire and damnation sermon, especially one that denigrated gays, made them out to be the cause of all the evil in the world. Instead he slept in, got up late and decided to drive into town for lunch. It’d let him have time to himself.

    Devin knew the diner wouldn’t be busy until after noon when the churches let out so he arrived around eleven thirty and made his way through the dining area to the counter at the back. There was only one other person at the counter and Devin moved toward the opposite end. Within a few minutes he had a glass of tea in front of him and his order placed. He looked along the counter seeing the small display case at the end with pies and cake on display. He was looking at his surroundings but thinking of something else, of someone else.

    The waitress sat his order down in front of him and he began to eat when someone came up and swiveled the bar stool right next to him around. Devin glanced over to see who it was about to sit down next to him.

    “Hey Devin” Bobby said as he sat down, “is it okay if I sit here?”

    “Yeah, sure…how’s it going” Devin stammered.

    “Good and you?” Bobby replied.

    Bobby sat next to Devin not caring if his infatuation with him showed. Devin had been a boyhood crush of his for over four years. He remembered the first time he really noticed Devin, noticed him in a way that caused him to feel an attraction that would for a couple of years confuse and make him feel entangled by his emotions. Even though their school was small with middle and high school together seeing an upper classman, especially one two years ahead was infrequent but in the community at the places where people met, worked or socialized crossing paths was more common and for Bobby he first really noticed Devin at the grain elevator one afternoon during the harvest for wheat. It was a hot day in May, the sun low it the western sky and Bobby had gone with his dad to the warehouse to buy soybean seed and they were just pulling away with the bed of the truck stacked high with bags of seed when Bobby saw Devin leaning against a truck in the parking lot. Devin was shirtless showing off his lean tanned upper body. The jeans he wore hung low on his narrow waist, tantalizing in the way they hung down over his crotch so close to it Bobby just knew it was just below the waistband. Devin’s hair had been longer then, a rough shaggy cut that blew in the mild breeze concealing his eyes. As his dad pulled out onto the highway Bobby saw Devin raise his arm to push the hair out of his eyes exposing the sparse underarm hair and at the time Bobby had thought Devin was so mature.

    Now he wondered if Devin still had sparse underarm hair or it had come in thicker, darker, like his light brown hair now seemed darker with its short cut. Devin had filled out, his body more muscular, especially in the last couple of years. The way his t-shirts were stretched over his chest and the sleeves stretched tight around his biceps it made Bobby want to reach out and touch him, made him desire to feel the firm muscle underneath the smooth skin.

    He thought of that day he had tried to get Devin to come to his house. It was the year the Collins harvested their crops for them and Devin was in the grain truck running out to the combine when it needed to unload. Devin had been sixteen, old enough to drive and Bobby knew being fourteen made him still a kid in his eyes.

    Bobby ordered a sandwich with fries and a soda from the waitress and when she went to put in the order he saw in the mirror behind the counter their reflection, Devin and his own, and he noticed how he was taller than Devin but still very lean compared to the muscular build next to him. He turned toward Devin a little, closing the gap between them.

    “You dating anyone in college?” Bobby asked.

    “Uh…oh…no” Devin stammered in response.

    “I’m not dating anyone either. Waiting on the right person…I guess” Bobby said as he turned toward Devin letting his leg press against him. He saw Devin hesitate with his fork, it hovering in front of him shaking slightly until he finally brought it to his mouth not replying to Bobby. As nervous as Devin appeared, the way he looked so anxious, he didn’t break contact with Bobby, didn’t pull away and when he finally turned to reply he pressed back against Bobby’s leg.

    “You don’t have to work today?” Devin asked with a nervous tone.

    “No; I promised myself I would always take at least one day off a week and since the rest of the family likes to go to church I usually take Sunday” Bobby replied. The waitress sat his order down on the counter and he picked up his sandwich. Just before he took a bite, and without turning toward Devin, he took a chance.

    “You want to do something today?”

    Devin hesitated, the turmoil inside of him showing in his eyes, and he shook his head.

    “No…I need to get going…there are some things I need to do for dad…maybe some other time…” and he grabbed up his check and headed to the register at the entrance to pay.

    Bobby was disappointed at first but when he saw how Devin had left his food unfinished and bolted like someone scared he leaned forward and took another bite of his sandwich suppressing a smile knowing Devin was fighting with his feelings. ‘Maybe next time’ he thought as he savored the food in his mouth, chewing slowly then swallowing. ‘Yes, definitely next time’ he thought.

    For two days Devin couldn’t get the false sensation to go away, the sense of Bobby’s leg against his own. He found himself lost to the fantasy of Bobby doing more, of touching him in other ways and he would wake from this trance like state and find himself standing in the barn staring at a wall, or mowing the grass and suddenly be cutting randomly across the yard or at night lying on his bed naked gripping his cock, stroking it, his eyes closed imagining it was Bobby. Bobby touching his cock, Bobby taking it and doing things and he’d cum hard spattering his load over his chest and stomach. He thought of so many reasons to go to the Knight’s place, excuses really, but he acted on none of them not sure how to approach Bobby. Instead he tried to focus on the tasks his father asked him to do so that he’d keep himself busy.

    Wednesday was a brutally hot day, the temperatures already in the nineties by eleven o’clock. Devin was in the barn changing the oil and filters on the lawn and garden tractor and he had the doors to the barn open on each end trying to draw in some sense of a breeze. He was on his back looking at the blades telling himself they needed sharpening when he heard a vehicle turn onto their drive and pull toward the back of their house. He looked underneath the mower and saw the lower portion of a pickup, an old Chevrolet, the blue paint slightly faded and scuffed up from hard use and he knew immediately it was Bobby Knight’s truck. He felt his heart race in his chest as he watched work boots step down from the truck and head toward the screen porch at the back of their house.

    He wanted to get up, race to the house to see Bobby, to tell him how all he could think about was him, but he just lay there, paralyzed by his fear, fear his mother could look in his face and see what he was thinking when he looked upon Bobby, fear of what it meant to want another man, and fear of whether or not he could really do it, sex with another man. It made him feel stupid the way he just lay on the rough concrete slab staring underneath the mower with longings he knew could be easily fulfilled if he just got up and went to Bobby. He thought of that time four years ago when they had been teenagers and how it was Bobby who even though younger, too young, was the one who knew what he wanted. Devin rolled over on his back and stared at the exposed structure of the barn roof as he let his frustrations simmer just below the surface. He was a fool he thought as he lay there.

    Devin didn’t know how long he was on the floor of the barn just laying there staring up with his mind in turmoil but suddenly he heard someone approach, heard their footsteps already in the barn and it was too late to act like he was doing anything. He looked up and saw Bobby standing near his feet.

    “You okay?” Bobby asked in all seriousness.

    “Yeah…I was….” Devin stammered as he sat up wiping his greasy hands on a rag.

    “I brought your mom more of those tomatoes she liked. She told me you were out here and to come on out…I hope it was okay?” Bobby asked suddenly worried he might be pushing too hard. Devin kept his head down as he laid the rag on the concrete floor and leaned forward slightly and Bobby watched him, the way he moved so slow, so tentative in every move. Devin raised his right hand bringing it toward Bobby’s legs with it quivering every inch of the way. Bobby didn’t move, didn’t utter a sound as he waited for the contact, the feel of Devin’s fingers pressing against his leg. Devin fingered a fold in the leg of Bobby’s jeans, ran his fingers up and down until he finally pushed against the denim hard enough to touch the leg within. Bobby inhaled as he felt Devin run his fingers upward along his leg.

    “I…don’t know what to do” Devin whispered as he eased up on his knees and hugged Bobby’s legs to his torso. He clung to Bobby burying his face in Bobby’s stomach and his breath cut through the thin fabric of the t-shirt and caressed warmly the skin beneath. Bobby put his hand on Devin’s head, rubbed his fingers over the short stubble.

    “It’s okay Devin…what do you want?” Bobby replied and Devin looked up at him with a pleading look, one questioning everything and Bobby ran a finger over Devin’s lips tracing their full outline. “I have several errands to run but when I get them done would you like to go over to Greenville or…somewhere and have dinner, just the two of us and…”

    “Yes” Devin interrupted Bobby and he pressed his face into Bobby’s stomach again, pulling up the t-shirt and kissing him softly above his navel.

    Bobby pulled back and squatted down in front of Devin lifting his chin till they were eye to eye. Neither said anything, neither moved for what seemed like a long time then Bobby moved to Devin and touched his lips to Devin’s, the contact so soft, gentle, and Devin after a moment’s hesitation kissed him back. Bobby stood up and rubbed his hand over Devin’s head causing him to look up.

    “Will you be ready around seven?”

    Devin nodded his head yes.

    It was a small restaurant in an old space in downtown, but for the small town it was an elegant place with simple dishes. Bobby knew the restaurant for he sold to them regularly. They sat a table along the side wall in a niche that gave them privacy, one Bobby had requested when he made reservations. They ate slowly, talking casually among themselves, their lives farming, Devin’s college experiences, and how Bobby got his father to go along with the change to their farming.

    The reason they were sitting across from each other hadn’t been mentioned, nor had it been on the drive into town. They allowed themselves time to adjust to each other in this new way, to learn about the other. But all through their dinner they tapped each other’s foot, Bobby actually rubbed Devin’s calf at one point making Devin smile and look down embarrassed. When Bobby passed Devin the salt their fingers touched and for a moment they froze in place letting the touch linger.

    “Devin?”

    “Yeah?”

    “I was wondering if you’d like to stay in town tonight?”

    Devin looked up at Bobby and for a moment he didn’t comprehend what Bobby was suggesting then slowly, a smile forming on his face he nodded his head yes.

    “Where in town are you thinking?” Devin leaned over and asked for all he could think of was the cheap motels and small hotels out at the main exits from the interstate north of downtown.

    “There is a small bed and breakfast in town and…” Bobby hesitated but the urge to tell overcame his reluctance to admit to how much he had planned the evening, “well, I made reservations this afternoon.”

    Devin smiled as he leaned back in his chair looking at Bobby.

    “I guess we should pay so we can head over.”

    The room was set as requested, flowers in the vase on a small table by the bed and only a few candles burning to light the room. It was a small room made more so by the high bed with its old wrought iron frame. The mattress was high off the floor and it looked as if you would be engulfed by it in lieu of lying on top.

    Devin stood at the window feeling nervous, anxious about this intimacy with another man, something he had desired for so long. He looked at the heavily landscaped rear yard with its small brick patio area in the middle where a couple were sitting together talking and laughing as they shared a bottle of wine. He could hear Bobby running water in the bathroom giving him the sense of his being alone in the room. He let the day’s events unfold in his mind and they mixed with images of the past, the day Bobby stood in the field looking up at him in the grain truck, then he had recollections of times he saw Bobby, at the grain elevator with his dad, at school in the hall or in the cafeteria, in town at the grocery store or one of the restaurants and at social events. He thought of the kid and how he grew up and how their lives had crossed paths so many times. He didn’t notice the water shutting off or the door of the bathroom opening. He only sensed Bobby’s presence behind him, close to him and when he felt Bobby’s hands come to rest on his shoulders he moved back till their bodies came together with Bobby’s arms wrapped around his waist.

    Devin felt the warm breath, then the lips touch his neck as the hands on his chest began to undo the buttons of his shirt, slowly, one after the next. He put his hands on Bobby’s thighs squeezing them as he felt the nip of his ear and the tongue rim around its edges.

    Devin opened his eyes and looked down and saw the couple looked up at them and he suddenly didn’t care as he saw the guy smirk with disgust. Then he noticed as Bobby slipped his shirt open and pulled it from his shoulders the woman smiled, knowingly, approvingly and he couldn’t help but to smile back as Bobby pulled him back into the room letting the curtains fall back into place.

    Devin turned to Bobby, kissed him with passion, feeling their lips move over the each other. Devin pulled back and unbuttoned Bobby’s shirt, his hands shaking slightly as he slipped each button free. Bobby’s chest then stomach came into view, the lean torso with the small nipples and the skin so smooth, tight over his tall frame and Devin ran his hand over the chest, felt the warmth of the skin and when he caressed over the nipples he felt their erect nubs rake over his fingers. He pushed the shirt over Bobby’s shoulders letting it drop down his arms and to the floor. He leaned to one nipple, tongued it, kissed it, sucked on it with his mouth then he nipped it lightly with his teeth making Bobby inhale sharply holding his head to the nipple tightly encouraging him to keep it up.

    Devin no longer worried what his role was to be as he kissed his way down Bobby’s chest, over his stomach and down to the waistband of the low riding jeans Bobby wore. He ran his lips and tongue along the very top edge of the jeans, felt the warmth of the smooth firm skin as he moved along it then he moved up and tongued Bobby’s navel as he began to unfasten the jeans, slipping the button free and tugging the zipper downward. Devin’s aroused state made him grow impatient and he slipped his fingers over the waistband of the jeans and white boxers underneath and pulled them down working them down each leg till they were below Bobby’s knees. Bobby worked his feet out of his shoes as Devin grasped his cock squeezing it, stroking it, bringing it to full erection. Devin pulled the jeans from each leg then he slipped each sock off leaving Bobby naked, his cock angled out hard and Devin moved to it, holding Bobby by the legs as he angled his head to it. He brought his open mouth to the head of Bobby’s cock and let it slip into his mouth.

    Devin’s was a little rough, his teeth scraping the hard shaft and his movements lacking any rhythm, but it still excited Bobby till he couldn’t take much more and he pushed Devin off of his cock.

    “Slow down…we have to slow down…” Bobby uttered as he guided Devin to stand up. He ran his hands over the muscular upper body feeling the bulge of muscle, the thick biceps, the way his chest had such form, each muscle defined. He caressed the firm skin, raked his hand over Devin’s chest and down over his stomach feeling the washboard form with his fingers. He slipped his fingers down inside the jeans and felt the softness of pubic hair and he raked them back and forth through it as Devin pushed his hips forward pressing against his hand. Devin ran his hands up and down Bobby’s long arms, over his shoulders and as Bobby’s fingers slipped down inside his jeans a little further, raked over the base of his cock he took him by the neck and brought their lips together.

    The feel of their bodies pulled together aroused them, the way they moved against each other, with Devin’s arms wrapping around Bobby’s lean torso embracing him as Bobby slipped his hand down inside of Devin’s jeans and grasped his cock feeling the thick shaft flex in his hand. Bobby pulled back and brought his hand out and worked the jeans Devin wore open pushing them down freeing his cock. Bobby stroked it, felt the way the shaft filled his hand, so hard within the smooth skin. Devin kissed him on the neck as he pushed his cock up against Bobby’s cock pressing them together between their bodies. When Devin pulled back he put his hand on Bobby’s chest indicating he should stay still a moment. He worked his shoes off, slipped each sock off and then worked his jeans and boxers down his legs and off, all the while Bobby watching him, every move and the way his body flexed with his movement, the way his muscles moved beneath the skin.

    Devin stood up naked, his cock sticking straight out, fully erect, the head flared wide at the end of the thick shaft and Bobby watched as a bead of clear pre-cum beaded up at the slit and drip down toward the floor. Bobby held out his hand and Devin took it letting him led them to the bed. They moved up on it together, side by side, their bodies touching, brushing against each other till they lay with arms and legs intertwined together.

    Bobby hugged their bodies together and rolled over on his back bringing Devin on top of him. He felt the weight of Devin’s body on his own and he spread his legs wrapping them around Devin’s waist.

    “Put it in me” Bobby whispered as he slipped a hand down between them taking Devin’s hard cock and working it against his hole feeling the slick head move against him, push against his tightness. Devin shifted down, slipped his arms underneath Bobby’s thighs and moved back up bringing Bobby’s legs upward folding him in two, raising his ass upward opening him up. Devin pushed downward till his cock breached Bobby’s opening and sank into his hole, inch by inch, slowly, gently. Devin worked his cock through the tight ring and pushed down till he felt their bodies come together. Bobby’s arms were around his neck hugging him and soon Bobby’s lips were running along his jaw, around his neck and to his ear.

    “Fuck me…fuck me Devin” Bobby pleaded and Devin began to work his hips, pulling upward and pushing back down, slowly at first, feeling the tight ring of Bobby’s opening milk his cock as it piston in and out. Devin shifted slightly, pushed Bobby over a little more, his ass turned upward a little higher and Devin began to fuck, to drive his cock into Bobby with the pent up urgency of his desires, his cock so hard it ached with his arousal and he sank it into Bobby’s depths over and over and over.

    Bobby moaned, grunted with each push inward by Devin, feeling the fullness of penetration, the way Devin stretched him open and filled his hole. Devin was strong, his muscular body exerting itself powerfully as he drove his hips downward sinking all the way into Bobby. The bed began to rock, to squeak with their movement. Devin’s pace increased and he was grunting with each hard push inward, the feel of his whole being centered on the sensation of his fuck, the way Bobby’s hole milked his thrusting cock.

    “Give it to me…Devin…” Bobby uttered as he clung to the muscular form on top of him feeling its exertions, the heat of it, the way the skin grew slick against him.

    “Oh fuck” Devin uttered through clinched teeth as he slammed his hips down hard causing the bed to slam against the wall as he pumped his load into Bobby. He kept pumping his hips, thrusting his spurting cock inside Bobby filling him with his load. Finally spent, his cock too sensitive for any more stimulation, Devin fell still on top of Bobby, his breathing ragged and his body slick and hot and Bobby relaxed underneath him as he felt the way Devin’s body undulated with its hard breathing.

    Devin lay still only for a moment then shifted into a sitting position on top of Bobby’s hips. He felt Bobby cock trapped beneath him, the way it laid along his ass and he leaned forward running his hand over Bobby’s chest, up and down he rubbed his hands. Neither said anything as Devin moved over Bobby with his eyes focused on where his hands were moving, watching what he felt. Then he sat up, raised his hips up slightly as he reached back behind him taking Bobby in hand. He grasped the hard cock, felt the curve of it and the shape of its arrow shaped head as his fingers glided over his length. He wrapped his fingers around the hard shaft and held the cock up as he lowered his body till it touched him, pressed against his hole and he hesitated, wondered how much it’d hurt, this penetration of his body. Then he felt Bobby’s hands on his thighs, the touch soft, caressing, gently moving up and down and he moved down letting Bobby penetrate him, stretch him open and sink into his depths.

    He moved up and down easily on Bobby, the muscles in his legs flexing with his movements. His pace slowly increased and he watched Bobby, watched for the way he was responding to their fuck and when he saw the look, one lost in the moment, an urgency in Bobby’s eyes, he drove himself harder, up and down till the bed squeaked with their fuck.

    Bobby rose up, wrapped his arms around Devin and shifted around till he had him on his back. He shifted down setting his knees and began to fuck, to drive his cock into Devin with hard powerful thrusts. Devin wrapped his legs around Bobby’s ass and urged him to fuck, pleaded with him to fuck harder. Bobby’s long lean body moved over Devin gracefully, his ass pumping up and down and his pace increased with his arousal, his need to cum rising quickly.

    “Please” Devin whispered and Bobby drove into him hard, pushing cock deep into his hole and he came, hard, crying out with his ejaculation. He kept pumping his hips, trusting his cock slickly through his cum spurting more into Devin until his was spent. For a moment Bobby held himself up over Devin looking down at him. Sweat dripped down out of his hair and landed on Devin’s face. Bobby leaned down and licked it off, then he kissed Devin, passionately, letting his body ease down still it rested on top of him.

    It was after two the next day when Bobby finally dropped Devin off at his home. As Bobby pulled out of the drive Devin moved toward the screen porch. The screen door opened and his mother was standing there looking at him with concern. He knew what he looked like, his shirt not buttoned fully, the tail hanging out, but he sensed there was something different happening between them. He stepped up on to the porch and looked her in the eyes and he saw the woman that was his mother.

    “You sure about this?” she asked.

    “Yeah, I’m sure” he replied.

    “I just want you to be happy” she said as she place her hand on his arm patting it softly, then she pulled back changing her posture. “I’m going out to the garden for a few minutes and your dad is down at the fish pond. Why don’t you go see if he’s catching anything” she said moving down past Devin. He watched her move across the rear yard and he savored this sense of relief, a sense of joy he’d not felt in a while.

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  • The Alpha Neighbor

    My best friend Jack Dobbs and I paced each other as we jogged our daily five miles along the oak and juniper lined cement path along the green belt. I could see the end of our run just up ahead at the public picnic area and we slowed our pace and began to cool down. Jack turned to the left to go back to his home that he shared with Karen his wife of fifteen years and his two children, Sam is twelve and Amy is nine… My godchildren. He waved good bye to me, “Good run as usual, see you later Andy.” Jack was my oldest friend, we were in grade school together, we shared our high school years and cried awkwardly upon each other’s shoulders when shit got tough, then he followed me to college where I had an embarrassing drunk moment where I first told him that I loved him followed by me kissing him. The next day I tried to avoid him, but I just couldn’t find a deep enough hole to hide in before he found me and wrapped himself around me. Seems that he loved me too, but as luck would have it, apparently not in the same way I did. He did say that the kiss was ‘not bad for a drunk guy’, we both laughed and that became our private joke and catch phrase over the years and that is how I came out to my best friend.

    My name is Andy Wright and after my failed six year relationship with my ex, I found this little house when I was visiting Jack and Karen. It was the perfect house for me and it had recently been renovated, it had the added bonus to be near Jack and his family which I adored. The next day I called the realtor and made an offer, and just like that I became a home owner.

    I was walking from the greenbelt back home to shower and relax a bit before going shopping when a man’s voice pulled me out of my solitary musings. “Are you that faggot that moved in over there?” He pointed toward my house as he asked without any detectable maliciousness.

    I stopped in my tracks, my sweat towel frozen in place covering half of my face. I couldn’t believe the audacity of some people, I lowered my arms and rested them on my hips. “Yes, I am.” I said defiantly. “Do I need to be afraid of you?” Even though this guy had me by four inches, about thirty pounds, and built like an MMA fighter, I couldn’t explain it but I clearly wasn’t afraid of him. He was an average looking man with a reddish-blonde/brown scruffy beard and fair complexion. He was finishing washing his car, so his clothing was appropriate for the task… being loose gym shorts and ratty sneakers. His broad chest and narrow waist belayed his age by about ten years which I’d guess late thirties. His light reddish-brown hair was medium length and looked like he would be cursed with eternal bed-head, He had a light sprinkle of dark blonde hair on his upper chest and a darker brown patch that I’m sure began as a thick treasure trail as a youth but now had spread out across his tight belly. What little I could see of his thick legs were very hairy in a shade lighter than on his head and scruffy beard…more red than brown. As the total package as I saw it was the kind of man I dreamed of having all to myself, although I’m not sure I liked his attitude. There is something alluring about rough trade for a trick, but you certainly didn’t want to bring him home to the family’s thanksgiving dinner.

    “No, but you probably should be.” And the left side of his mouth tugged up ever so slightly in a really-not-there smile. The man had arrogance surrounding him like the Peanuts character, Pig-Pen’s dust cloud. He had it in spades and when he flexed his bare chest at me, his pecs lifting together almost of their own accord, my body betrayed me and I swallowed hard. He saw my prominent adam’s-apple bob and this time both sides of his mouth tugged up in that same really-not-there smile. “You like what you see faggot?” he asked tauntingly.

    My face heated. “Nice to meet you, I have to run errands. Good bye.” I listened to his amused laughter as I moved swiftly home to that nice hot shower that I desperately needed. I tried to get the man out of my mind, thankfully as I walked up to my door my phone went off and I got distracted. I unlocked the garage door and walked through the house but got sidetracked and instead of the shower I went out the front to check the mail, all while I chatted with my co-worker. I was still talking to her as I returned to the front door with the mail in hand, “Listen Jeannie, I just got back from a run and I need a shower. Can we pick this up again on Monday?… Ok have a good weekend, bye Jeannie.”

    I terminated the call and opened the front door. When I walked around the corner into the kitchen for some water I looked up startled as a huge calloused hand shot up and wrapped around my throat. If my bladder had been full I’d have pissed myself. I let out a squeak of surprise and tried to free myself but his hand tightened just enough to halt my more vigorous resistance. Both of my hands were on his forearm trying to pull him off of me but his arm was like corded steel, impressive really. His thumb rested over my carotid artery, he smiled as he felt my pulse race. He twisted his wrist to tilt my head to the side. He brought his nose down to just under my left ear and inhaled deeply and damn-it if he didn’t growl… I got hard immediately. “God you smell good!” Then he stuck out his tongue and licked a huge swath up the side of my neck and I moaned. “FUCK you taste even better.” With his free hand he dug into my running shorts and squeezed my ass, “Fuckin A, I love a boy in a jock strap!” Still holding me by the neck he pushed me back to the kitchen counter pushing my running shorts down.

    “Oh hell no!! You are not going to do what I think you are going to do! Fuck you, I don’t even know your name!”

    “Alpha… to you, my name is Alpha and you will call me sir.” He saw the lust flare instantaneously in my eyes, he smiled… he actually smiled a real smile this time.

    I was stunned into submission by his cocky declaration and his smile which transformed him into something like crack to a crack-head and I became addicted in spite of myself. His hand relaxed on my throat as he spun me around pushing my chest onto the kitchen counter and effortlessly held me firmly. For a few ticks nothing happened… until. He used his free hand and spanked my ass hard. Both sides were white hot in moments and my breath hitched and locked up. I was of two minds, one, I wanted this with all my soul and the other hated the humiliation of being played by this total stranger. He stopped the rapid fire spanking and started to rub my inflamed globes. I felt something cold and wet hit the center of my hip below the straps of my jock and run down my crack followed by one of his thick fingers that felt bigger than some of the cocks I’ve had. He probed my hole with confidence if without gentleness. He added a second finger and the burn was just like getting fucked… but when he introduced a third finger I jumped and tried to sit up. “Stay down boy, you aren’t getting up until I shoot you full of my spunk.”

    That woke me up. “You are not fucking me bare and you certainly are not cumming in my ass.”

    “Yes boy I will fuck you bare… Yes I will fill your ass with my thick cum and you will beg me for more. You don’t have to worry boy I have an STI panel done quarterly for work, it’s clear. You may as well lay there and enjoy it, because in a few minutes you will be stuffed full of my cock and then eventually you will have my seed running down your leg. You can fight me if you want, that kind of excites me. But you will be thoroughly fucked and bred when I’m done.”

    I could tell that he was smiling like a predator… soon is massive fingers were gone and replaced with the blunt tip of his cock. He pressed in with steady pressure, not a forceful thrust, but rather something slow enough that would normally give me a chance to deal with if he wasn’t so fucking big. I instinctively pushed back against him and his glans popped past my ring. “Oh fucking god you are huge. Can you slow it a bit… please?”

    “You can handle it boy… just deal with it.” He said as he continued to slowly invade my core. “Fuck, for a little faggot boy you are tight as shit.” He continued pushing into me for what seemed an eternity before he bottomed out. I thought my eyes would bug out, I’d lost my hardon too. He gave me precious little time to get used to his intrusion which felt like he was as large as a baseball bat. I was having trouble breathing and I couldn’t speak. He began long, deep strokes which he soon quickened his pace. I was skewered on his pole and couldn’t move. He was hammering my ass hard, his grunts and balls slapping against my ass were all I could hear, my world narrowed down to just his enormous cock stretching me wider than I have ever been stretched before. He upped the ante and began a series of shallow thrusts to my prostrate and I howled in response. He followed those short jabs with hard and deep thrusts which bordered upon painful. My cock started getting hard again, it banged painfully against the drawer pull on each thrust. He was getting more vocal calling me ‘little faggot’, ‘bitch’, and then he said “when I cum in your ass you will be ‘MY’ slut” like I would never be free of him again. He slammed into me hard going deeper, as if it was possible, he drove me painfully into the cabinet and held there frozen in time. His body shook and he roared when his orgasm claimed him, I felt the convulsions of his massive cock. I counted, one, two, three, four, five, six, a brief pause… seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven. Holy fuck! He must have pumped a gallon of cum inside me… I was totally fucked!

    My assailant slowly pulled out, he jerked with obvious sensitivity as his long cock dragged its way out of my channel. Once I was free of his monster cock he flipped me over onto my back and pulled my legs around his waist and shoved his cock back in me in one thrust. I gasped. He grabbed my t-shirt in his paws and ripped it off then looked at my body. My cock had been leaking fiercely and there was a puddle on the floor as proof, “Oh man look at all of that cock-snot. You have a great body my little slut… I picked well this time. Wrap your arms around my neck.” I wasn’t fast enough and I got another hard and painful slap on my ass, I cried out and my hole tightened on his shaft, he grunted… He must have liked that because gave me another dozen swats split between both sides generating the same responses from me. I quickly complied and held onto his neck, he lifted me off of the counter top and held onto my hips, my legs were around his waist and his cock was firmly lodged deeply in my ass. He started bouncing me on his cock as he buried his face in the crook of my neck breathing in my scent, he growled again, “Delicious!” the way he said it sounded like he had finally found something he’d spent his whole life looking for. He turned and began walking through my house all while bouncing me on his cock. He found my bedroom and laid me gently on my bed, He pulled my hands away and leaned back to watch his cock piston in and out of my abused hole. Then he did the most surprising thing, he bent over and kissed me… I mean a no-lie passion filled lover’s kiss. My arms instinctively went back around his neck and I kissed him back with the same passion. The friction on my cock was reaching explosive results, I pulled back. “I’m close.” I said.

    He sat back and glared at me. “You will not cum until I tell you!” he wrapped his meaty paw around my balls and squeezed hard and I howled at the pain. He just smiled and continued his thrusts without skipping a beat. Well that did it, I wasn’t cumming for a while. He leaned back down and devoured my mouth again. This man had surprising stamina and was dripping with sweat. He pulled away from my mouth and straightened some presenting one of his nipples to me. “Suck it slut.”

    I was sore and needed to cum, but his nipples were perfect and I latched onto it like a starving baby. His salty musky sweat was ambrosia. I nipped the sensitive bud with my teeth and he moaned a ‘yeah’. That declaration of pleasure gave me the freedom to torture it more, I bit it. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to set him off on a series of harder and deeper thrusts. “Jack your cock slut. Cum with me… cum on my cock.” I fisted my shaft quickly as he roared and threw his head back. His neck corded, his nipples puckered, and his skin flushed as he injected another enormous load into me. My cock was ready but I needed a bit more. I used my free hand and pinched my nipple hard and my spunk flew, the first shot hit him on the side of his nose. He looked down at me with an expression that I couldn’t place, at first I thought I was going to get a beating, but a smile crept upon him and he lifted a hand to his face. With one finger he swiped the dollop of my cum and licked it. My flavor burst onto his tongue, his eyelids fell and he moaned. I shivered with relief that I would not be getting a beating. He rested his weight on my chest he kissed me again and then rolled us over. With me laying on him now he tucked my head under his chin and massaged my scalp while the other hand stroked my back and ass.

    “Yes boy, I chose well this time.” He inhaled my scent again. “You’re not going to give me any trouble when I come to breed you again are you?”

    I inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. “No sir. I won’t give you any trouble.”

    “Mmmmm good boy. Every Tuesday and Thursday nights and the first and third Saturday mornings you will prepare yourself for me.”

    “Yes sir, I will be ready for you.” I couldn’t believe what was coming out of my mouth, I couldn’t stop it… and to be honest I didn’t want to.

    “Good boy.”

    We lay like that for nearly twenty minutes. My legs were cramping and my hole was aching but I couldn’t seem to motivate myself to move from the overwhelming feelings I had right then. I felt his massive cock slide out, when it did he gently rolled me off and that is when I got the first real look at the man that had just fucked me senseless, I just smiled and a little voice in my head said “mine“.

    “Thank you sir.” I said.

    He looked at me questioningly before a full smile spread over his face. I could see that he was as pleased as I was and when he pulled me closer into a hug. I knew then that I would never want to be free of him again.

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  • Straight friend is not so straight

    I had known Ben for about 5 years and even though he had only known me with girlfriends he knew I was bisexual becuase I had told him one night when  I was drunk.  He was fine with it and it was something of a joke at times. One night, after a party, when we had had a few too many drinks I made a move on him, tried to grope him. He was kind but made it clear he wasn’t into ‘that kind of thing’. He did say though that if he ever did think of having a gay experience it would be with me – apparently he thought I was a good looking chap. So that was that – I’d embarrassed myself thoroughly although Ben didn’t seem to be bothered.

    It was probably two years later when Ben and I went out , got drunk and ended up back at my place for a last drink. Around midnight Ben said he should leave. I saw him to the front door and gave him the usual friendly male hug. As he was about to walk out of the door he stopped, then went as if to walk on, then stopped again. ” You know a couple of years ago” he said, “when you kind of tried it on with me” I was suddenly really embarassed -” yes – sorry” I said ” I don’t know what I was thinking. ” It’s ok” he said. He pasued and then said ” I kind of liked it – but didn’t want to admit i”  I must admit I was really shocked. I had assumed Ben was completely straight but this was a revelation. I acted really cool ” That’s fine.. don’t worry about it….. it was a long time ago and we were both drunk” etc. Ben laughed at this and reached out and gave me a hug. This wasn’t unusual – as blokes we were very tactile and never had any problem hugging or giving each other a kiss on the cheek. This time however, the hug lasted langer than usual and suddenly Ben’s mouth sought out mine and he kissed me, passionately, pushing his tongue into my mouth.  After about 10 seconds I pulled away. I laughed nervously ” Are you sure you know what you doing Ben” I said. This time Ben grabbed me and begain to kiss me harder, he also pushed his crotch into me and I could his erection though his jeans. I wasalso  getting really turned on and my cock stiffened, but I was also wary that Ben was drunk and would come to his senses any minute. Instead, Bens hand slid down and begain to grope me though my jeans, His beathing was heavy and passionate and he was grinding his crotch against me. I slid my hand betwen his legs and started to feel his hard cock, running my hands under, over his balls and up against his arsehole. He moved against me, this time kissing my mouth more tenderly and moaning. He sliped his hand beneath my shirt and begain to rub my chest, my nipples, my neck. I wasn’t sure how far Ben wanted to go so I continued kissing and groping until I felt a hand on my zipper. Ben unzipped my jeans, and pulled my pants down releasing my cock. He immediately slid down my body and put me in his mouth, licking and sucking at me. This was amazing, It felt amazing and I was really turned on. After about 5 minutes I pulled him up and kissed him hard. I pulled on the buttons of his jeans and tugged at his pants. His cock was so hard it literaly sprang out of his pants and I grabbed it with my hand, rubbing up and down the length. I then sank to my knees and took him in my mouth. He groaned with pleasure as I ran my tongue up an down the shaft , sucking the end of his cock into my mouth at which he began to thrust into my mouth, small gentle movements at first, getting harder as I allowed him to continue. I reached up and began to pnich at his nipples while he f**ked my mouth. At this his groans increased and I pinched his nipples with one hand and let the other slide beneath his crotch and into his arse.  I squeezed his nipple and very gentle probed his arse hole, rubbing gently around the rim. I felt him tense “I’m going to cum” he said. “Cum” I said increasing the movements with mouth and hands. As I felt him stiffen and his body tense I took his cock out of my mouth and wanked him. He sagged at the knees as he came into my hand, spraying onto my face and neck, He pushed into me until he was done, then  pulled me up to his face and began to kiss me passionately. His hand went straight into my already open pants, pulling out my erect cock. He also sank down and begain to suck at me, licking the shaft and sliding his mouth over the end, sinking my cock deep in his throat. I was going to come, I warned him but he continued ith my cock deep in his mouth. I said out loud ” shit – I’m goin to come now” but still he sucked my cock deeoer into his mouth, until with no control left I shot cum into this mouth – it kept coming, spurting out and I could feel it lubricating my cock as it slid in and out of his mouth. I have seen Ben twice since that night. the first time we went for a few drinks and he took the train home, then next time however, he (deliberately) missed the train and stayed at my flat where round two took place. He is coming over again on wednesday….!

  • Role-play with a NYC escort

    The two studs that DP’d me earlier left me wanting more and after moving up to NYC I discovered that hiring a hot-as-fuck black escort with a huge cock who would bb my ass was easier than picking someone up off a regular site. Plus I could be really prescriptive with what I wanted, perfect!

    One weekend, I came back from drinks at the recently re-opened Tavern on the Green where I had sat at the bar having too many glasses of wine. It was a hot summer night, I was alone and as I walked to the train, I decided that I needed some dominant daddy dick in me.

    I cleaned up and surfed the available studs finding one young stud with “almost 9.” I always take note if they say “always safe,” leave it blank or put “sometimes.” His was blank which meant that I could be barebacked into oblivion. I had only done this a few times, but I sensed that I wouldn’t even have to ask for raw dick in me when he wasn’t insistent on rubbers.

    I should mention that my parameters for searching aren’t exactly rocket science. I usually restrict the age from 25-30. Don’t really like guys too much taller than my 5’9″ and inevitably, I am going to select “at least 8.5″ and cut.” The rest as they say is negotiable.

    I sent the intro text and he responded in seconds, even calling me right after. We chatted a little about what I was looking for and he was agreeable.

    “BFE (boy friend experience),” I said, “lots of kissing, him in a jock strap, poppers, bb and loads of jizz for me.” He told me he was on prep so bb was cool.

    He didn’t disappoint.

    He arrived almost to the second as agreed which I appreciated, and upon arrival, he was exactly as his pics portrayed. 25, muscular, 5’11”, cute smile, gorgeous, almost Tyson Beckford eyes and as I would soon learn, a sexy creative pig.

    We kissed and made out, hands groping each other. I was in tight jeans wearing a jock and he was wearing what I would call almost leather pants. Sounds vile here but they were really well fitted and showed off his gorgeous ass and big package very nicely. He complimented this with a black tight t-shirt and carried a little bag of his tricks (lube, fresh poppers and other stuff which we never used). I think he was a bit into harder drugs, but despite being a slutty pig, I limit myself to poppers, wine, gin and weed.

    So we kissed, and he was a great and passionate kisser. He popped the top button of my jeans open which gave him enough room to put his hands down the back and grab onto my round ass. We were mashing our mouths together, my hands running across these leather pants, and his hands gripping onto my cheeks. Occasionally, he’d move a hand to my crack and tenderly stroke my hole.

    He let go of the embrace, reached down to his bag and pulled out what would turn out to be some of the strongest poppers I have ever snorted. He handed them to me, I took a couple huge hits and then dropped to my knees starting to rub my mouth into his crotch. His cock was bent over to one side and arched around his thigh. I slowly worked him over but there was no need to get him hard because I could tell that he was horny as fuck.

    I undid his tight leather jeans and tugged them down revealing a hot jock strap with shoelace ties in the front. I was enjoying the sensation of licking his dick through the fabric so I was in no rush to unleash his cock and noticed that at the end of his cock, a spot of moisture from his precum was gathering.

    He tasted so good, and while he wasn’t verbal or aggressive, I could clearly tell he was enjoying the attention I was paying to his bone.

    Almost teasingly, I undid the strings on the jock and tugged it down. The vision of his shaft running across his belly and thigh was porno-worthy. A thick meaty and veiny dick waited my mouth and I slowly ran my tongue across it, half of it was still shrouded in the jock.

    By now he had pulled his t shirt off and his bod was amazing. As I got ready to suck dick, ran my hands up over his chest and tweaked a nipple only to discover that this stud would love his nipples pinched.

    I took another hit of his poppers and let his cock bob out. It swung around into my face and as the rush of poppers took over my senses, I swallowed his dick and like a good pig went to pleasing this hot man.

    He indulged me for a good ten minutes and moaned and groaned as I gagged on his cock. Spit was dripping from my chin and I became aware that my dick was achingly hard, still stuck inside jeans that were too tight.

    I stood up for breath and he didn’t leave me to suffer for very long. Within seconds, I was standing before this sexy man in my jock with his fingers running along my crack. It doesn’t make sense biologically, but my ass was moist in excitement and I could tell that this stud was ready to fuck.

    We went to the bedroom which had views of the Empire State and Chrysler buildings on the other side of east river. When he saw the 180d view from the bedroom he joked that he could wake up here after a night of fucking me.

    On this first night, he nailed me hard and his favorite position was to have me on all fours but with my knees together and my head down on the bed. Arms spread out like an angel in front of me, and in that position, he would pull my curved dick back between my legs and stroke it while he fucked me. This position turned this fucker on and when he popped through the top of my ass he let out a little “that’s it baby, can’t get any deeper now.”

    He moved me around that night, fucked me in the living room on the ottoman admiring the view of Manhattan from the floor-to-ceiling windows and finished me off on the floor; me on all fours at the end of the bed. He pumped deep into my guts and grunted a huge load of his nutt inside.

    He pulled out and muttered, “that was a big load for your greedy little hole, now push it out for me.”

    I obliged and staying in my position on the floor, I arched my ass up higher and pushed his load out of my ass. He swiped the cum as it dripped out of me and put a finger full into my mouth. I eagerly cleaned every drop.

    We chatted a bit after this, laying on the bed, he cleaned up and got ready to leave. I remember standing at the door smiling like a little school girl as he kissed me goodbye with cum still dripping from my ass as he walked down the corridor to the elevators.

    That was the first time we connected and the next time, maybe a few weeks later, I asked if he had any fantasies.

    “You’re the sort who probably has great suits and I bet you like wearing them don’t you?”

    He clearly had me pegged (I’ve said before, I am a bit of a geek with a hidden pig) and I agreed to be in a suit and tie for him. He also wanted me to be drinking whisky or something similar when he came in.

    I expected him to be in the same but when I asked what he would be wearing, he said “gym shorts and workout gear, like I’ve just come from practice.”

    “Ok” I thought, that seems weird, but whatever, I’m a good boy, I do what I am told.

    He arrived at the arranged time later that evening (punctual again), and I had some Johnny Walker on the go. Like he wanted, I was in a nice tight fitted navy suit under which I wore a jock straps. I even put on dress shoes for him and opened the door not knowing what to expect.

    He walked into the foyer of my condo looking exactly like he said, like he had just been playing soccer with his mates and I had no idea what to expect.

    Then he started in on this little role play.

    “Look man, you’re my agent,” he said, “you gotta get me on this team, I work my ass off, I’m better than anyone else, and you know it, what do I have to do to get this?”

    He had the cutest damn smile on his face as he did this and as far as I knew, totally unscripted. I played along and said that there was a lot of competition and if he wanted this, he was going have to prove me to that he was special.

    I had by this time sat down, and he got up, grabbed the glass from my hand and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. He was almost whimpering and muttering, “I’ll do whatever you want, even take your cum in my ass.”

    Ok, as you’ve read in my other stories, I am a big old bottom, but this boy was fine and I got very turned on thinking that I was gonna get some dick and dump a load in his hot ass.

    So we started to undress each other and he was as gorgeous as before. I think he actually must have been training or something because he tasted salty and had a musty smell to him which I didn’t mind one bit.

    In no time at all we were both standing there in jock straps, my crisp suit crumpled in a heap on the floor and after moving to the bedroom he continued on with his little role playing, begging me to get him on this “team.”

    He fucked me like he had before, mainly from behind and after an hour or more, excused himself to the bathroom. I could tell that he was cleaning up, leaving me on the bed, stroking my dick.

    When he came out a few minutes later, totally naked, I was actually nervous. I started out being a total top. Bottoms loved the downward curve of my dick, and as I’ve said in other stories, I’m by no means a small boy but after discovering my first black dick at 25, I had only topped a bottom on a handful of occasions. Now this gorgeous man who had been fucking me raw wanted my cock.

    He slathered my cock with lube holding on tightly as he climbed on top of me.

    He slowly impaled himself on my dick facing me, with that same sly smile on his face.

    “Dam, that curve fucking digs in deep man,” he said and asked me to hand him the poppers.

    He took a big hit, I took a big hit and then while he held onto my head, he kissed me and took my 8″ as I pinched his nipples. This drove him wild and he worked my cock into his guts.

    His ass felt amazing on my raw dick. Smooth and silky, and he was down to my nuts grinding and moaning as the poppers rushed to his head.

    His big beautiful dick stayed rock hard and bounced up and down hitting my belly as he rode my dick raw. Clearly this stud had been fucked before and he loved it.

    “I told you, I want on this team, and my gf don’t need to know that you fucked me,” he said.

    I moved him around the bedroom and finished fucking him with his feet spread wide apart and his hands up against the wall of the bedroom. Because my cock curves down, I dug deep and he would cry out in a bit of pain only to beg for more, or at times, he’d even grab my thighs and pull me back inside. He was moaning and groaning, still in his role and I played along fucking him raw, promising him that he’d make the team.

    When I finally came up his ass, it was a nice load and I remembered him feeding me his cum the last time, so I told him to stay where he was, if he wanted this gig, he better push that nutt out so I can taste myself.

    He swayed his hips side to side a little and then stopped. You could see he was pushing his guts out and then my load started to ooze.

    I have never minded tasting my own jizz so I bent over and licked up as much as I could which turned out to taste wonderful. With a mouth full of my cum, mixed with his ass juice, I gently pulled him up, turned him around and wrapped my arms around him. I kissed him passing my cum into his mouth and back and forth. He greedily ate as much as he could and any that spilled out onto my face, he licked it clean and said “does this mean I get on the team?”

    I had just blown a load but he was still hard so I took advantage of the moment and said that if he wanted on the team, he’d have to fuck me full of his jock babies.

    “your gf’s cunt isn’t as nice as mine is it now?” I said teasing him.

    I doubt I had to even ask because within another 30 minutes, his cum was buried deep in my hole and we were laying on the bed.

    “Dam, it must suck to wake up seeing the Chrysler building like that dude,” he said before dozing off in each other’s arms.

    He didn’t stay the whole night but one thing was for sure, this stud was by no means a clock watcher. We played again a few times and he would always stay for 3 hours instead of one as arranged. I got to learn more about him, and I loved how he was into my ass. He was a struggling grad student, articulate, smart and genuinely a nice guy. I found myself falling for him and one night we even spent 4 hours just talking on the phone.

    In retro, it was a mistake to do so, but I asked him out for a drink one night and suggested he meet me at the Tavern on the Green. I made sure my hole was extra sweet and clean for him, bought a new shirt, new poppers and lube, got to the bar and sadly, he never showed.

    I got stinking drunk at the bar on gin martinis reminding myself that his and my relationship was a commercial one, and nothing else but couldn’t help but smile knowing that he fucked like a machine and broke almost a decade of me being a complete bottom.

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  • Hey, Mac!

    I hear the shower as it starts in the bathroom. He is in there. I slowly stir from the night’s constantly interrupted slumber. It was a loud night, again, with him. I know it is time to get up but I do not want to. Damn it, I absolutely do not want to. The bed is warm and these sheets are even warmer as I snuggle, bringing them tighter against my bare skin.

    Another day, another measly dollar earned and added to an already lousy paycheck, from a job that irks the teetotal shit out of me, I want to be gone from this damned miserable place. I am tired of living out a ragged suitcase and eating crap from lousy greasy-spoon diners. This is the last day we are going to be here, thank gawd, on this particular job site and I am so damned ready to get the hell back home.

    “Hey, dude,” a female voice comes from behind me, in the direction of my co-workers bed. His paid companionship for the night. She beckons me.

    Another aspect of this job is my damned stupid-ass co-worker, who walks around, like an idiot, with shit for brains.

    I turn to see her, the whore, my co-worker paid so foolishly for, I imagine, sucking his cock, last night, and other sexual favors, I surmise. She pulls her flimsy halter top over her naked bra-less, over her somewhat less than perky tits.

    “Tell that man, he has one mighty fine cock and if y’all are ever come back, this way,” she says as she puffs on her cigarette, “…find me; I’ll do more than just suck him off. I’ll fuck the shit out of both of you guys. I’ll fuck your and his brains out.”

    “Ahhh, all right, “I mumble under my breath, half-listening to this cheap street-corner whore, spew her bile, as I the think of the noises that emanated to all hours of the night from their bed, which kept me up.

    The door slams, as she makes a hasty retreat from the hotel room.

    “Thank the fuck, the bitch is gone,” I say, loudly, to myself, as I toss back the sheet that covers my nakedness. My cock stirs awake as it is freed from its soften cotton confines of the warm sheets.

    “HEY, MAC! Was that the door?” my co-worker yells over the shower from the bathroom.

    “YEAH!” I yell to him, “YOUR WHORE JUST BOLTED.”

    “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

    He yells from the bathroom where I hear the shower, still running.

    I stand, running my muscled hand over my lightly haired chest while fondling my sweaty somewhat-hard cock, with my other hand, which is neatly nestled and pressed into my unshaven pubes, loosening him, from his very hairy pubic confines.

    I stroke him, lazily for a second, as I stand by my hotel room bed, but my piss-fueled hardon has other ideas, I have to go. I have to go, badly. The urge is overwhelming.

    As I walk into the bathroom and stand before the commode, lifting the ‘ringed’ lid, he, my co-worker, slings back the plastic shower curtain, which separates us. He glares at me in my hardened nakedness as he leans down turning off the spraying showerhead.

    “The bitch is gone?”

    I nod my head, ‘yes’ as nature takes over its business between my parted legs.

    I am relieved when the night’s storage of piss begins, emptying my full bladder.

    “Ahh, “I moan, lightly, as the pleasurable sensation washes over my person and out through my morning woody, which is deflating, rapidly, as I my bladder empties.

    “So the bitch is gone?”

    “Yep,” I say, “GONE! She said next time we are in town, we are to look her up and she will do more than just give you a blowjob. She will take care of the both of us.”

    I laugh to myself as I relay this to him, her previous words.

    “Uh, it would be nice if she first learned how ‘to do’ a blowjob, first, before she moves onto fucking,” he laughs as he expresses his disgust.

    “What? She didn’t suck you off?” I ask.

    “FUCK, NO! I ain’t contacting that lousy bitch again, “he says, “she gave the worse head and then she would not even leave, after, her failed attempt to blow my load. I hardly got any sleep last night because of that rank bitch. She kept pushing and pushing but I held her off.”

    “You didn’t fuck her, either?” I say.

    “HELL TO THE FUCK NO!”

    I laugh to myself again, this is hilarious.

    He is such a motherfucker, a damned stupid dumbass motherfucker, but he is one fine thing to gaze upon, daily, on this fucked-up job, it is its only saving-grace.

    “So you didn’t bust that nut, last night, with her?” I ask as he stands drying himself off in the shower-tub with his towel raking over his lean and muscled lightly haired body. His cock, growing, stiff as he describes the last night’s failed seed ejaculation.

    “NO!”

    “You mean with all that moaning and groaning, last night, you did not even blow your wad or fuck the bitch?” I ask.

    “NO!” He reiterates, again.

    “How much did that bitch cost you for doing absolutely nothing?”

    “Fifty bucks,” he says.

    I shake the last drops of my waning piss from now limp cock.

    I shake again because I want him to see me do it.

    I want to tease him.

    I turn to him as my cock, stiffens, once again, between my legs.

    I see his eyes linger down, as I grow hard.

    Like an invisible switch, turned on, his cock grows rock-hard, pointing out vicariously, close to me.

    “So you wasted fifty bucks of your hard-earned money on a no-good whore?” I ask him, smiling.

    “Yep.”

    “You are such a fool. You are aware of that, aren’t you?” I say as a man of notable experience under my non-existent wearing belt.

    “I am still horny, though,” he says, “I need to bust this nut.”

    He points his eyes down to his now, very obvious, very erect cock.

    I can see he is horny, his cock is a barometer of his horniness. He is rock-hard, thrusting out his steel-hard tool.

    I turn to face him or the appropriate placed portion of his anatomy. He is slightly higher than me, in his stance, as he stands with the towel looped around his neck in the shower.

    “You need help with this?” I ask as I roughly grab his cock, catching him, unawares, while gently stroking mine as I gaze up at him.

    I squeeze him, tight, his hard equipment, pulses in my grip. It seduces me with it appealing stiffness between his still wet and water-soaked legs.

    “You want me to give you a proper suck, buddy, show you what a real cocksucker can do?” I say as I tighten my grip on his rapidly grown cock in my hand, “Do you?”

    “Yeah,” he says, easy, “Yeah, I do.”

    “You like this don’t you?” I say as I squeeze him, even tighter in my hand.

    He nods his head at me but does not have the need to say anything, his facial expression say everything I need to know.

    His cock has made its wishes, known, too.

    A single-lone drop of pre-cum leaks, streams from his stiffened elongated man-tool.

    He moans as I grip his tool, still tighter. It is now a purplish-hue in color as the blood has fully filled it tiny vessels, which line this magnificent organ.

    Another drop of pre-cum, leaks, heavily, from his erect tightly gripped tool.

    “You do like this,” I say as I smear the droplet of jizz over the reddened crown of his cock with my finger as I tighten my grip on his steel-like girder tool.

    He exaggeratedly nods his head as I paint his cock with his cream.

    “Perhaps you’d prefer my mouth,” I say as I squat, gulp down, the now fully erect shaft.

    “SHIT! FUCK!”

    He yells out as I take down his stiff flesh-root down my throat-gullet.

    He jumps and gyrates as he stands in the shower, with both of his hands, holding the shower-curtain rod, over his head, bucking my mouth as he face-fucks me, skull fucking me.

    “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!”

    He continues to scream as I swallow him, repeatedly, making his cock my favorite lolli-cock.

    “I gotta lie down or I’m gonna fall out, man, right here,” he says, between heavily-winded pants and sighs, “I have never been sucked like this, before, whew, this well, before.”

    I do not answer him as he shares this tad bit of news. I do not care. I want him in my mouth again. I want that load I am pumping forth from his balls in my stomach.

    I ease myself from his enormously erect tool.

    “OH SHIT,” he screams, once my saliva-enriched mouth is freed from his swelled cock.

    “Go lay down on the bed, bud, and I will milk you, real well, of that load,” I say, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

    He steps over the rim of the tub, throwing the wet towel over my disheveled head, before it find its place, looped around my neck as he stares intently at me.

    A look of ‘come-hither’ washes over his handsome scruffily bearded face as he beckons me while he looks at me while he walks from the bathroom to the other room.

    He does not answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’ he just ‘does’ without any argument or rebuttal.

    I throw the wet towel, reeking of his manly scent, onto the floor of the bathroom as I rinse the night’s sleep from my face.

    Is what is happening? Actually, happening?

    Yes, it is.

    When I emerge from the bathroom, he is spread-eagled on the end of my bed, with his legs draped and hanging, relaxed, over the bed’s edge. His cock is pointing skyward and erupting with tiny little spurts of pre-cum from the piss-slit on the reddish purplish-colored head.

    He strokes himself, using the saliva from my mouth as his lubricant.

    “STOP! LET ME TAKE CARE OF THAT!”

    I say with a forcefully strong order as he removes his muscled hand and ceases his motion-primed actions on his swelled man-rod.

    He bumps his ass on the bed, jumpy, fidgety, waiting for me to continue with my oral expertise on his shaft. He spreads his legs, wider, inviting me back to his meat-stick. His hairy, visible ass, for me, too, but that is for another time. I am concentrating on his cock for now.

    I lean over him. Taking his hair-circled right nip into my mouth, working it with tiny pinprick bites and pecks in my mouth, I tongue its limpness until I feel this sensitive outward flesh grow stiff in my amply skilled mouth.

    “AHH! AHH!”

    My co-worker, moans, as I tweak him on his erotically charged nipple.

    I bite harder; his nipple reacts and grows tenser in my mouth.

    He squeals then exclaims.

    “AHH! AHH!”

    He moans, again, as I squeeze ‘him,’ his rose-colored fleshy triangular erogenous steeples, tighter with my teeth on his right nipple with my wet slobber-filled mouth.

    “SHIT! SHIT!” he words tinged with obvious arousal and excitement as he continues to fidget like a beast on the bed.

    With each bite, each nipple of my mouth, his cock jumps, as the sensations travels from his pectoral-mountains to his pulsing blood-filled rod.

    I ease my tongue from his right nipple to his left nipple, a wet trail of saliva-soaked spittle trail from one muscled pec, to the other, from red-hued volcano nip to the identical one.

    I follow his happy trail, harrowing my nose through his furry pubes, taking in his ‘maleness’ in my nasal cavities, raking him with my nose, stirring him to even greater depths.

    I get down on my knees.

    I stoop, then, swallow him, into my mouth again. Not wanting to wait, he begins bucking his hips like some wild, out of control, man on a horse, fucking my mouth with more unbridled fury.

    “HEY, MAC!” he says, between fits and sighs of excited arousal, “You are the best.”

    “You are about to feel and see just at what I am the best at doing,” I say with enthusiastic pride as I swallow his cock down to his pubes.

    “OH FUCK!”

    He moans.

    I told him.

    I warned him.

    That the best from me, yet more to come, now he knows as he screams out in our hotel room. The screaming is the loudest from any man I have ever sampled in my mouth. It turns me on as I increase my suctioning of his erect member.

    Not giving him time to recoup from the surprise of my oral abilities, I slather down his tool and go about ‘rocking his world’ as I suction the cum deep from his dual filled ball sacs, I rock and slither my tongue across the fleshy girth of his member.

    He grinds into my mouth as I jackhammer him with my mouth.

    “OH SHIT!”

    “OH FUCK!”

    The sighs of a man’s sustained pleasure fills the rented room of the cheaply furnished and priced room, in the bad part of town, sleaze bag dump that our company paid for because they refused to pay for anything sufficiently adequate.

    I am sure the other patrons hear his exclamatory praises as I continue with my active pursuit of milking the cum left in his balls by the paid poorly skilled whore.

    I smell his fresh scent in my nostrils from his earlier shower as he reacts to my skilled assaults on his fuck-stick.

    Each downward spiral I make onto his tool, I am greeted with the salty-sweet discharge of his pre-cum juice, each time, the cum dollops grow in size, strength and intensity as he nears bombastic release.

    He squeals loudly again as I make another pass on his cock.

    “OH FUCK! OH FUCK!”

    He screams and thrashes violently as I continue my oral maneuvers.

    He bounces from the intensity of my ‘work.’

    “How’s that feel, stud,” I say as I rise from his throbbing knob to ask him, the obvious question.

    “WHAT THE FUCK, FUCK, DON’T STOP I AM ABOUT TO BLOW MY LOAD!”

    I envelope his pulsating cock with my mouth, one last time as he explodes, coating my throat with his thick seed. The force of his milky-white cum covers my still attached tonsils with his jizz-cream.

    His spooge is thick and heavy.

    I gulp down his seed feeling it slide down my esophagus, making its way down to my belly.

    Each seed dump from his ball-sacs feeds another gobbed-string of jizz.

    There are one, two, three and four powerful string-like loads expelled from his balls, his cock jumps and pulses wildly as I am given his gracious offering. I take all of it without releasing my suctioned hold on his swelled member.

    “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

    His left leg twitches, uncontrollably, as he shoots his load.

    His body is raked with intensity as he recovers from the expelled man-protein. Sweat covers the fine hairs that cover his frame, his blood pressure lowers as he regains control from the ecstasy-high.

    His cock is NOT deflating. As I run my hands across his ravished body.

    “Still hard, I see?”

    My co-worker, mumbles, as I once again, take his cock back into my mouth, hints of seed still seep from his tool.

    He has more to give.

    “WHAT THE FUCK?” says the person, as the door suddenly burst open while I lick the last visible drops from his still towering cock between his legs.

    He stands there, dressed in blue.

    “I gotta report someone was being murdered. What will all the screams coming from this room,” the man says as he surveys our little tryst.

    “Sorry, Officer,” I say to him as I wipe the cum-soaked spittle from both corners of my mouth, wiping it across the unshaven beard growth on my face, “You want a blowjob, Officer, I am good, ask him?”

    The Officer lowers his drawn pistol, pondering, whether to answer, ‘yes’ or ‘no.’

    My co-worker nods his head in agreement as his cock, still points skyward, ready to be serviced again.

    “The man is good, Officer, real fucking good.”

    I nod my head.

    “You wanna be blown, Officer?” I ask the man in blue as I glide my hand roughly across my throbbing engorged leaking cock.

    I see he is pondering my question as a bulge grows in his tight blue cop pants.

    I wipe my tongue across my lips, tasting my co-workers cum as it mingles with my saliva.

    “He is good, Officer. Let him give you a whirl, he milked me,” my co-worker says as he cock continues throbbing as more juice leaks from his towering member,”…and I got more to give. Wanna join us?”

  • Weekend with Caleb

    I woke up to a loud snort from Caleb. My head was on his chest, and my hand was draped over his lower abs. I felt his dick laying over my hand, and moved it slightly, feeling him flex. He was hard, as always. I smiled, and moved my face up to his neck, feeling his fuzzy chest hairs brushing against my chin. He was breathing calmly, and heavily. 

    I kissed him lightly up his stubbly neck, and chin, and slowly took hold of his manhood. It was warm, and solid, but soft in my hand. I worked the smooth shaft up and down, feeling his pulse through the veins in his dick. He was still calmly breathing, and I looked up, seeing his lips parted, and the edge of his upper teeth. i studied his nose, seeing the small hairs inside his nostrils. I watched his eyes fluttering under the lids of his eyes, and noticed how long his lashes were. He’s perfect. 

    I rested my head on his heaving chest, while I continued to stroke his thick dick. The blanket and sheets slowly shifted back, with my jerking motion, revealing his furry abs, dick and balls. I’m always amazed at his hotness. His head was slowly leaking precum, while i slowly jerked him. I glanced back up to see if he was awake. Still the long breaths from his parted lips.

    I’m not sure how long i was jerking him, but his dick started to throb a little, and a small amount of cum oozed out. It was almost like a slow orgasm. His abs were flexing, and his breath quickened, and he let out a small moan. I looked up, and he was looking down at me. “Babe, what’s up? that feels amazing.” “I just wanted to jerk you off baby.” “Keep going,..” I looked back down, continuing my slow strokes. “I think you came a little.” “Yeah, but I feel like I’m still cumming. Fuck.” His left hand was gripping my shoulder, and he rubbed his right hand up and down his thick happy trail. 

    I watched as his balls rose tightly against his shaft. Tighter than I’d noticed before. He was moaning again, and his hand stopped, at the base of his dick. i continued jerking him… “Shit ba….babe….Fuckkkk!” His dick erupted and shot cum out, directly at me. He shot me twice in the face, and once in my mouth. I was too shocked to move, as I kept stroking him, with my eyes closed. He was swearing and grunting, while he continued cumming. I felt the fresh spurts coat each other across the top of my hand. After almost a minute of orgasm, he put his hand over mine, begging me to stop. “Fuck…stopppp baby, stop stop.” I let go, and wiped at my face. 

    When I opened my eyes again, and had swallowed the little bit of cum he’d gotten in my mouth, I saw how messy he’d cum. I moved my hand up his slick abs and chest. His dick was flexing independently, and his hand was in the same spot, at the base of the shaft. I grabbed a corner of the sheet, and wiped the rest of my face, turning to look at him. He was holding back a laugh, and I lightly punched his chest. We both busted out laughing, and I leaned in to kiss him. 

    “Damn, I’m so sorry babe.” His hand was behind my neck, and he was pulling my face against his. “That was….amazing.” “You owe me.” “Yes, i do.” He kissed my lips. “As soon as I can calm the fuck down.” He didn’t move is right hand, and his dick was still moving around. I swung my leg over his abs, and continued kissing him, while I slid my ass and thighs down his slick body. He moaned in my mouth, and his free hand was holding my hip. I slid down further, until I felt his dick pressing against the crack of my ass. I reached back, spreading my ass cheeks as wide as they would go, and slid down, feeling his dick slide directly up the center, til it was resting in between my cheeks. He was still twitching.

    His hand moved, and he grabbed hold of my dick. It was cold and wet, and slick. He slowly started jerking my shaft, quickly warming the palm of his hand, and the cum that had coated it. I moaned, while we kissed. He had me rising quickly, and I reached back, grabbing his dick. he cried out quickly, as I let go. “Fuck…It’s sensitive babe.” He didn’t move for a couple seconds, and I slowly pressed my ass back, feeling myself open up for him.

    We made out, while he continued jerking my dick, and I pressed my weight back, slowly covering his dick with my ass. He was twitching and flexing the entire time, which made my ass that much more sensitive. I was feeling myself rising more and more, and knew I’d be cumming soon. I pulled back, as i let the rest of my weight drop onto his dick, and he let go of my shaft. He started cumming within seconds, and I didn’ t move. I contracted my ass muscles, while he came inside me. His dick throbbing against my prostate, brought me over the top, and I came on his chest.

    We were moaning and panting, and I collapsed on top of him, feeling my body being caked with our mess. He grabbed my ass, digging his fingertips into my soft flesh. He was moaning against my shoulder, while he emptied the rest of his load in me. He was kissing along my shoulder, and running his fingertips up and down my sides. I sat up, looking into his eyes. They were barely open, and he seemed out of it. “Shit…” He started giggling, and I kissed his lips. “You’re completely spent, huh?” “Yeah baby, I can’t even see straight.” We both laughed. I slid up, feeling his dick pop out of my ass, and laid next to him.

    We cuddled for a little bit, and after a few minutes, i felt the urge to pee. I got up, and went to the bathroom. I stood over the toilet, relieving myself, when Caleb walked in. He leaned against the counter, picking at the drying cum on his abs. “Wanna shower?” “Yeah.” He stepped into the shower stall, and started up the water. I flushed, and walked around to join him. We quickly showered, and soaped each other up and rinsed off. We toweled off, and I wrapped the bath sheet around my waist, stepping back into the cool room. Caleb followed me, and started stripping his bed.

    We followed the same routine as Friday, taking his bedding down to the laundry room, and putting a fresh bed set on. He started picking our clothes up, and organizing the bags at the foot of the bed. I could’ve packed my tooth brush and I would’ve been good for this weekend. We didn’t even open the two other bags.

    We went downstairs and Caleb made us lunch. We chatted about school that week, and quickly cleaned up the kitchen, starting the dishwasher. His parents wouldn’t be back until later that night, but we had a long drive, so we packed up the car and did one final walk through, making sure we didn’t leave anything. 

    All the way back to the dorms, we sang along to whatever came on that we recognized, and even stopped at an old school drive-in, for shakes and chili fries. We sat on an old picnic table behind the building, and no other customers showed for the hour we hungout, which gave us time to make out and feed each other. 

    Caleb threw our containers away and we got back in the car, with an hour left til we got to school. I fell asleep, and woke up shortly after, as Caleb pulled into the parking lot. “Home sweet home,” he quickly kissed my hand, letting go, as we pulled closer to the building. A few other guys were unpacking their cars, and laundry bags out of their trunks. We got out, grabbing out bags, and laundry, and headed toward the building. I was making squishing noises as we walked up to the dorm, teasing Caleb about how messy he was earlier, when Donnie walked up behind me, putting his arm around my neck.

    And we’re back…

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