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The game was rained out. It was fucking rained out. We had waited all of a really shitty work week for this, and it was rained out. We stared at each other. ‘Well,’ Jack said. ‘What the hell do you wanna do now?’ I shrugged. ‘I don’t give a flying fuck. I’m depressed.’ To illustrate this, I lay back on the couch and put a pillow over my head. ‘How depressed?’ Jack asked thoughtfully. I raised the pillow. ‘Am I being graded on this?’ He shook his head and took a business card out of his pocket and handed it over. ‘I got this from a guy at work. His brother just had a bachelor party.’ I took it and looked at it. Shiny black card with gold script. The name ‘Angelina’ and a phone number. I looked at Jack. ‘And Angelina would be…who, exactly?’ He looked serious. ‘She’s a hooker, Danny. A prostitute.’ I snorted. ‘I know what a fucking hooker is…hey, that’s funny if you think about it.’ Jack didn’t think it was that funny. ‘She’ll do both of us for $200.’ I stared at him. Jack was a solid guy, as sober and levelheaded as they come, and not the type to wave a hooker’s business card around. ‘You’re serious, aren’t you,’ I asked. There was a knock at the door. He was serious.

Angelina was a well-stacked blonde, with big innocent blue eyes, fair skin, an easy smile, and a soft voice. She was also all business at first. She wanted $200 cash, up front, and rattled off a list of things she would do, followed by a list of things she wouldn’t. Considering Jack and I had both only done half the things on the ‘would’ list, and hadn’t even heard of half the things on the ‘wouldn’t’ list, we reached an agreement rather quickly, handed over the $200, then stood around and stared at each other. She smiled. ‘Separately or together?’ she asked. I opened my mouth, but Jack got there first. ‘Together,’ he said quietly. I shot him a look, but he was looking at Angelina. She waved a hand vaguely. ‘Bedroom?’ Jack pointed. ‘This way.’

We went into the bedroom, where I stood awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot as Anglina stripped naked, and Jack took off his clothes with his usual calm. Soon, they were naked on the bed, and I felt stupid, so I took off my clothes. I walked around and slid into bed on the other side of the hooker. She urged us to relax, then started kissing us both in turn. I put my hand on her left tit and squeezed gently. Jack was doing much better, his mouth latched to a nipple, his cock already hard. I looked down at my flaccid friend and sighed. This wasn’t my scene, I thought, and started to get off the bed. The hooker grabbed me. By the balls. I froze, and she got on all fours and took me in her mouth and gave me some expert sucking. I lay back, grateful my cock was starting to stiffen, and watched as Jack knelt behind Angelina and started to pump her pussy from behind. I dug watching him fuck her as she sucked me, and my cock woke all the way up. I got into it, and the sights and sensations had me hotter than hell. Angelina switched suddenly, and sucked Jack while I fucked her hot cunt.

Jack got off the bed at one point and got the tequila, and said a couple of shots would relax us. We all got a nice buzz, then went back to the eager Angelina and the ‘would do’ list. I dove between her legs and sucked her hot snatch, determined I was going to make the hooker cum. I sucked her to a frenzy of hot lust, and Jack mounted her face. She sucked his cock as I ate her pussy.

I looked up once at Jack’s ass. I’d never seen it before, so I’d never noticed how taut and firm it was. How tasty it looked. I startled myself with that thought, and tried to focus on the clit in my mouth, but my eyes kept drifting up. I loved ass fucking. Did it feel different in a man’s ass? Would my cock like to…I closed my eyes tight. Shit, I thought. I can’t be thinking this. When I opened my eyes again, I didn’t look at Jack’s ass. I looked at his swollen purple cockhead that was right in front of my face. His hand stroked it slowly. I raised my eyes and looked up at him, my mouth still full of pussy. He looked down at me, expressionless, his hand stroking slowly. He was getting off watching me eat the whore’s pussy. Wasn’t he? Something was getting him hot. A drop of precum oozed out the tip of his cock. I raised my head slowly, my mouth still open, my tongue out. He swallowed hard, then leaned forward and touched his cock to my tongue. I licked it, then licked it again. I opened my mouth wider, and he slid his cock into my mouth. I closed it around him gently and began to suck.

It was an experiment, I told myself. Just…an experiment. I wasn’t…but there was a cock in my mouth, I was sucking it as hard as I could, and my own cock felt ready to burst. My hands were on him, then, stroking, caressing and I heard him groan. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me with a smile I’d never seen before. He ran his fingers through my hair. I slid his cock out of my mouth and knelt before him. We looked at each other, eye to eye, or hardons touching silky heads. I wasn’t surprised when he kissed me. What surprised me was the intensity of my heat as I kissed him back.

His fingers brushed lightly up and down my spine as he sucked my tongue, then slid down to gently touch my ass. He massaged me, then his hand slid around to my cock and stroked me. He laid me down, and bent his mouth to my throbbing cock and began to lick and suck so gently that it was sweet torture. I fought for control, looking around for Angelina. I heard the front door close. The hooker was gone. I looked at Jack, eyes closed as he licked and nibbled at me. He’d used the whore to get me naked, hot and in bed. Because he wanted me himself. I wanted to say something to him, but suddenly his teasing of my cock brought me to the edge. He knew it, and closed his mouth around me and sucked harder. My brain told my body not to cum in Jack’s mouth just as my cock gave him what he wanted. My back arched as my cum shot out in a long shuddering pulse. It was ecstasy, prolonged, intense ecstasy.

He sat quietly and stared at me. He looked like he was prepared for anything I might do to him as vengeance for what he had done to me. I touched his thigh with my fingertips. ‘How long have your felt like this?’ I asked quietly. He shrugged. ‘Always. I’ve always felt this way,’ he said with dignity. ‘Why didn’t you say anything?’ I asked. He gave me a rueful smile. ‘Like what, Danny? That my cock gets hard just being around you. What the hell would you have said?’ I just looked at him. I knew what I would have said. I couldn’t say that now, knowing what it felt like to stare at his ass and wonder, knowing what it was like to cum in his mouth.

I stroked his thigh and he looked down at my fingertips as they caressed his skin. His cock looked painfully hard. I looked down at myself. Unbelievably, mine was starting to return to life. Jack looked at it with longing. ‘What do you want?’ I whispered. ‘The most. What do you want the most?’ He looked at my stiffening cock, then met my eyes. ‘I want you to fuck my ass and cum inside me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, as long as you can. Then I want you to not hate me.’ I looked at my long time friend and my very hard cock. I grinned at him. ‘Well, if we’re going to dance, you’re gonna have to lead, my man.’

His mouth came down on mine and he thrust his tongue in. I sucked it, hungrily. We rolled around on the bed, kissing and touching each other. Finally, I got him on his hands and knees and stroked his ass. He had a fine, tight ass, with soft, smooth skin. I got a tube of lubricant out of the dresser drawer and got my right index finger nice and slippery. I slipped it between his ass cheeks and touched the hole. He jumped, and I stroked his ass to calm him, realizing suddenly that he had no more experience with this than I had. He’d just been aware of the desire longer. I worked the finger in gently, then slid it in and out, gradually increasing the speed and pressure. His breathing changed, and he started to gasp. I bent and kissed, then bit his ass. I liked doing that, so I did it more, kissing, licking and biting his sweet ass. He started to tremble. I slid in a second finger, working him open for my now aching, oozing cock. I wanted to fuck him as much as he wanted to fuck me.

I drew the fingers out carefully and knelt behind him, rubbing my cock up and down his slippery crack, then rubbing it against his hole. ‘You sure you want this?’ I asked. He took a deep breath. ‘Fuck me,’ he said loudly. ‘Fuck my ass. Fuck me, Danny. Fuck me.’ I thrust my cock into him and grabbed his hips. I pumped him slow and easy, tormenting him, making his firm ass wiggle and butt back against me. I wanted him so hot he couldn’t stand it. Fair’s fair, buddy. I thought. You got me so fucking hot I can’t stand it. I pumped in slow even strokes until he started to beg, then slowed down more until he started to howl. Then I got a good grip on his hips and fucked the hell out of him.

I’d never pumped my cock into anything as hard as I did into Jack’s incredibly tight asshole. I fucked him long and hard, slamming into him, our balls banging together, feeling my balls fill to the bursting point, but refusing to cum. I wanted him to have what I now wanted…me fucking the hell out of him. His ring was so tight as it stroked the length of my swollen pole. I was going to fuck him forever. However, I hadn’t counted on what it would feel like to me when he came, and he did, long, thunderous waves that I could feel as his cock erupted cum all over the sheets. I held on to his hips for dear life as my cock exploded, firing my load of hot jism deep in his ass. I slammed my cock deep and held it there as it throbbed into him, filling him, flooding him. We collapsed in a slippery pile of arms, legs and cocks.

A long time later I turned to the sleepy face on the next pillow and smiled. ‘I understand about using the hooker to get me into bed,’ I said. ‘But there’s one thing I don’t understand.’ He forced his eyes open. ‘And what’s that,’ he mumbled. I grinned. ‘How in the hell did you make it rain?’

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One was eighteen, one was nineteen, and all they needed were bows on their heads to be the ultimate birthday present. I had birthday presents on the brain, because I had just turned forty and was attempting to drown myself in bourbon and angst. Len, a dear old friend, had asked me to let some relative’s kid and his friend stay with me as they passed through town. Sure, I said, figuring what the hell. I have no life. I can serve as bed and breakfast for a couple of kids who do. Why not?

When they showed up at the door, they were smiling, big eyed innocents, who loved the town, loved my house, loved my pool, loved the blue of the sky and the birds in the trees. My fucking balls hurt just looking at them, and I made myself another drink. They both talked constantly, and I honestly didn’t listen to a word they said, more focused on what both soft mouths would look like with my hard cock in it. The older one was named Kick, for reasons he may have explained but I don’t remember. Long, jet black hair, deep blue eyes, high cheekbones, full mouth, and a body…shit. What a body. The other was Dennis. Long pale blonde hair, enormous brown eyes, another full mouth, and another body from heaven. I started in on straight bourbon.

I fed them, watching them eat with gusto, picking at my own food and thinking about how I’d probably have to jack off soon. My balls were very, very pissed at me. We had nice after dinner conversation, I think, then the three of us wandered out to the pool. They admired it again, then Kick turned to me. ‘OK if we go in nude?’ he asked calmly. I gestured with my glass, indicating ‘go ahead.’ I didn’t trust myself to speak. I looked down at the hardon from hell in my lap and sighed.

Firm. Tight. Silky. Wet dreams of a forty-year-old man. I sat back and closed my eyes, and listened to them laugh and splash each other. Happy fucking birthday to me. I sat there feeling sorry for myself, not noticing that the laughter and splashing had stopped. I opened my eyes when I felt something touch my painfully hard cock. It was Kick, who was on his knees beside my chair, moving his open mouth on the front of my pants along my bulge. I stared at him, with remarkable calm, then looked at Dennis. He stood on the other side, his hand slowly stroking his hard cock as he watched Kick use his mouth on me. He smiled, lifted my hand, and used it to stroke himself. I think I pulled him to me, because suddenly that luscious boy had his cock in my mouth and I was sucking it as hard as I could. I felt myself being stripped, and just let it happen.

Kick sucked me slowly, putting every bit of his hot wet mouth to exquisite use. He had a long, limber tongue, and he slid it over my swollen head and up and down the shaft. Dennis had already given me a mouthful of his sweet cum, stayed hard, and was working up to cum again. He put his hands on the top of my head and fucked my mouth as Kick did his slow, dreamy number on my cock. Dennis shot long and hard, his body shuddering, then dropped to his knees to suck his cum out of my mouth. I kissed him, letting a hand slide down his back to cup his ass. His soft, firm, tight ass. He grinned at me, gave me what could only be described as a ‘smooch’ on the lips, and slid his tongue down my body to my cock. Kick licked and nibbled up and down one side, Dennis licked and nibbled the other. I watched the two beautiful young faces pleasure me and it just happened. I shot my cum, my hips thrusting up, my back arching, my eyes closed. The convulsions were incredible. When I opened my eyes, Kick and Dennis were rubbing my cum all over each other’s lips and sucking it off.

I lay back with a fresh drink and watched my two sweethearts perform for me. The lithe bodies swept easily into a 69…sucking each others cocks and stroking each other. Kick was on top, and he began to thrust his hips down, fucking Dennis’s mouth hard. He started to moan, then finally raised his hips so I could watch the streams of cum shoot down into Dennis’s open mouth. Pulse after long pulse of white jism flooded over Dennis’s tender lips. Kick dismounted his face, swung around and thrust his tongue into the cum filled mouth. He lay flat on top of Dennis, kissing him deeply, then raised his face to me and grinned. He got up, pulled over his backpack, and took out a box. He grinned again, opened the box and took out what had to have been about 18′ of cock-shaped vibrator. The fucking thing was huge, almost as thick as Kick’s wrist. I realized my mouth was open, and I shut it.

He handed the huge fuckstick to Dennis, kissed him and got on his hands and knees, wagging his little tail. Dennis moved him so that I was looking at the tight round ass straight on. He stroked the cheeks gently, then carefully spread them. I sucked in my breath sharply as the little pink pucker was revealed. I began to finger my still soft, but awakening cock. Dennis lubricated a finger and started to play with Kick’s asshole. Little by little, he worked it in. Slow and easy, carefully. He finger fucked Kick gently, deeply, then slid a second finger in. Two fingers worked a little harder, and Kick’s hips started to thrust back as he began to moan. ‘What do you say?’ Dennis murmured. ‘I’m a fucking whore cunt bitch,’ Kick said loudly. ‘I need that huge cock toy do my ass. I want it to fuck me hard. Rape my tight ass with it. Make me your cunt.’ I managed to get both eyes to stay open at once, but it took effort. My cock was now awake.

Dennis lifted the huge vibrator and lubricated it thoroughly. He placed the huge head against Kick’s hole, and rubbed him with it. I thought…no fucking way is he gonna take that thing. No fucking way. Dennis pressed it against the hole and pushed gently. The little pucker opened like a mouth and swallowed the huge plastic head. Little by little the fucktoy slid into him…deeply. Kick moaned and begged for more. I watched fascinated as Dennis fucked him with it, sliding it out to the head, then pushing it back in. His hand moved faster, and his thrusts became stronger. Very much stronger. Dennis gripped it with his fist and fucked Kick’s ass deep and strong. Then he reached with his other hand and turned the switch at the end. The thing fired up like a lawnmower. Kick’s ass cheeks shook from the force of the huge vibrator. He had been moaning ‘fuck my ass hard’ but it changed to a long, incoherent collection of sounds. I fingered my cock and watched, wondering how long the hot young ass could take that kind of huge, hard fucking. He took it longer than I would have thought anybody could. Finally, his body went rigid, and Dennis started slamming the buzzing fucktoy home. Kick threw his head back and yelled ‘Fuck!!’ at the top of his lungs as his cock started to twitch violently and pulse cum. I tilted my head and watched. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Long streams of cum shot out of his cock, one after the other, to splatter on the mat. It seemed to go on endlessly, and Kick didn’t move until it stopped. Then he pitched forward on his face and collapsed.

Dennis drew the vibrator out of his ass carefully, cleaned it and put it away.

Dennis came and took a sip of my drink and grinned at me. ‘He loves toys,’ he said simply. He sat beside me on the lounger and we stared at the semi-conscious Kick. Dennis ran his hand down my thigh. ‘What do you love?’ he asked. I watched his hand on my thigh. Hot, tight boytoys. Feeling young. Having my cock so hard I tremble. Lusting after firm young asses. Dennis looked at me with eerie understanding, stood, and placed my hand on his firm hip. ‘Until they make a toy,’ he said with a half-smile, ‘that can pump me full of hot cum, I’ll stick with the real thing.’

We started out on the lounger, kissing and touching each other. He seemed to delight in rubbing himself through my chest hair as much as I delighted in his smooth, flawless skin. I sucked his tongue and fingered his cock, slowly, gently, wanting the feeling to last. Kick raised his head up and watched, a lazy smile on his face. We moved to the patio and one of the mats, and Dennis turned his tongue loose on me. He licked and sucked me everywhere, making contented noises deep in his throat. He ate my ass until I begged him to stop, and then kept going, his eager little tongue thrusting deep inside me. I felt a second tongue flick across me, and realized Kick had recuperated.

Dennis held an ice cube in his mouth for a few seconds, then kissed Kick and transferred the ice to his mouth. He took his cold tongue and flicked it across the head of my cock. My reaction was immediate and favorable. They grinned at each other, got the ice bucket and spread me out flat on my back. The icy tongues flicked at me, then they each took an ice cube and rubbed it over my nipples. My back arched, and my nipples got hard and pointy. Two cold mouths fastened on them and sucked. They performed slow, exquisite torture to every part of me. Finally Kick put his mouth next to my ear and ran his cold tongue up my neck. ‘Want to get even with that evil bitch?’ he whispered. ‘I can tell you how to make him beg.’

I grinned at Kick, wondering how much pressure my cock could take before it exploded. ‘Make the bitch beg,’ I said. Kick gave me a fast kiss and then seemed to float up off the ground as his legs propelled him at Dennis. He grabbed him, and they wrestled. Dennis ended up on the ground, with Kick sitting astride his shoulders, his feet tucked under Dennis’s arms. Kick leaned forward and stroked Dennis’s ass, then smacked it. ‘Up,’ he said. ‘Stick your sweet ass up and get ready bitch.’ Dennis’s succulent ass rose in the air, his knees tucked under his body. Kick looked at me and grinned. ‘You haven’t felt ‘tight’ until you’ve fucked this,’ he said.

I knelt behind Dennis’s upthrust ass and stroked it. At the first touch of my fingers, Dennis started to beg. Holy shit, did he beg. He didn’t do things like this, no one had ever touched him there, he had never had a man up his ass. He begged me not to violate his pure, pure ass. It was a remarkable performance, and touched a part of me I didn’t even know was there. I was going to rape a sweet, virgin boy. My cock was swollen, dark and dripping. Kick spanked him soundly, and said ‘the Master will do what he wants with you, whore.’

The Master. Shit. I had lubrication on the finger and the finger up the ass before I knew what had happened. Dennis was the protesting victim, Kick was my helpful servant and I was out of my fucking mind. I fingerfucked him hard, adding fingers until he took three up his ass. I watched my hand pump into him, taking him, owning him, then got my cock nice and slippery. I tossed the lubricant to Kick, who slicked up the palm of his hand. He sat on Dennis, holding him down and stroking his own cock. I just slammed my slick cock in the little hole. I couldn’t stand too much more. In a couple of well placed yelps, Dennis managed to convince me I had the biggest cock on the planet, and it was splitting him open. I pumped him harder…and harder, watching my servant Kick jack off, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open. I turned into a volcano, erupting cum in a flood, feeling the most intense pleasure of my entire life. My vision darkened, and I went over sideways.

Later, after showers and food and more fucking, Kick dropped a light blue envelope on the table in front of me and grinned. It was a birthday card. Written inside was ‘Happy Birthday. You’re only as old as how you fuck. Enjoy the ‘Terrible Two.’ Love Always, Len.’

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We all stacked up the frequent flyer miles, burnt ourselves out, succeeded beyond our wildest dreams in completing the project, and sucked up kudos and bonuses and, thankfully, some time off. Then the three of us sat in my office and stared at each other, ties loose, sipping bourbon out of coffee mugs. We’d been working together almost around the clock for so long, there was an invisible rope tied around us. I stared at Sean and Scott, and they stared at me. In silence. Finally, Scott said ‘My family has a mountain cabin. Fishing is great up there. Relaxing. Very relaxing.’ We were packed and on the way out of town in a matter of hours.

The cabin was incredible, real logs, huge stone hearth, at the end of a dirt road…and of course, right next to a lake. A rustic Nirvana. We unloaded the car, popped open some beers, and went exploring. We ended up on the banks of the lake, sipping, relaxing, idly chatting. Scott stood up and started to take off his clothes. I looked up at him, shielding my eyes from the sun. ‘Whatcha doin’ there, Scott?’ I asked, just as I discovered Scott wore silk bikini underwear. ‘Going swimming,’ he said with relish, just as I discovered he had a really big, beautiful cock. He walked to the edge of the lake and kept going. I almost got sad as his tight ass disappeared under the water. My cock was hard, and I didn’t know where to look. I looked at Sean, who was massaging the lump in the front of his pants as he watched Scott swim. He looked at me and grinned. ‘C’mon, Dan,’ he said. ‘You didn’t really think we came up here to kill fish, did you?’ We were stripped and in the water in seconds.

The lake was the purest, clearest water I’ve ever had on my skin, and I think I would have cum from that alone. The sun sparkled on the surface like diamonds. Fish destined to live another day swam up and examined us. We floated around and examined each other. The stress had gone from their faces, and I hoped I looked as young as they did. I’d suspected they were gay, but the subject had never come up, and I didn’t’ want to drop a brick if I was wrong. Our working relationship was too great to risk fucking up. We kept floating, kept staring, until Scott came flying up out of the water and landed on me, dragging me under. I had just enough time to fill my lungs with air as I went down to the sandy bottom. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Bubbles flowed from his grin, and his hand tightened around my cock. He stroked it a couple of times, then took off. My head broke the surface just in time to see Scott drag Sean under. Judging from the expression on Sean’s face when he popped back up, he’d had a cock stroking, too. Scott floated back to the edge of the lake and walked on his elbows until his hard cock peaked out of the water. ‘So,’ he said. ‘Which one of you do I suck first?’

Sean and I had a brief and lively discussion, then decided that, in the spirit of friendship and compromise, we’d put the teasing little bastard on his knees, stand in front of him and he’d suck us in rotation. He grasped both cocks, then started to suck, moving his mouth back and forth between us as we stood and watched. Sean and I rubbed each other’s asses, then moved our faces together. We exchanged tongues and Scott made an approving noise. He made this noise with his mouth against the head of my cock, and the vibrations caused me to ooze. My oozing caused Scott to gobble my cock almost down his throat. The gobbling caused me to shoot cum into him. I let out a howl that frightened the woodland creatures. Sean eased me to a sitting position. I lay back and watched Sean plant his feet, grin down at Scott and say ‘suck it, bitch.’

Scott sucked him for all he was worth, taking him deep, holding onto his hips for leverage as he bobbed his head faster and faster. Sean’s brief moment of dominance disappeared. I got up, stood behind Sean and held onto him as Scott’s skilled mouth sucked out every drop of cum he had. Sean’s orgasm was too intense for him to continue standing, and it took both Scott and me to prevent him from drowning. ‘Damn,’ Sean said about five minutes later. He recuperated, and we both put our mouths on Scott, licking up the sides of his cock at the same time. Each time we got to the head we’d slide our tongues all around it, then put them into each other’s mouths. Scott loved watching us kiss. Sean took his precum with his tongue and fed it to me. I sucked it noisily and Scott groaned. We kept up the two mouth treatment, feeling Scott’s cock swell and start to throb. Sean grabbed the shaft with his hand, put his face next to mine, and made him cum in both our mouths. It took Scott seven minutes to say ‘Damn.’

We swam some more, then went back up to the cabin. We stayed naked, feeling a hedonistic thrill at the sight and touch of each other’s bodies. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and didn’t even try to. We cooked dinner and ate it while sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace. We fed each other with our fingers, and held wine glasses to each others lips. It was totally sensuous and erotic. We lay back after dinner and stroked our own hard cocks.

Scott got up at one point, and walked out of the room, his hardon bouncing in front of him. He came back with a tube of lubricant, sat and tapped it against the palm of his hand. His eyes gleamed. He tossed the tube at me, then stretched out and rolled over. I ran my hand over his silky, firm ass. Sean bent his head and kissed it. I watched his wet pink tongue flick all over that luscious ass. I pulled Scott’s ass cheeks apart gently, so that Sean could tongue fuck the hole. Sean held Scott’s cheeks apart for me. I thrust my tongue in deep. Scott started to wiggle and gasp.

Sean held out his index finger for me. I sucked it, then got it all slippery. I watched it disappear up Scott’s ass, stroking myself. Sean finger fucked him with one finger, then motioned for my hand. He lubricated my index finger, and I slid mine in next to his. We worked in rhythm, both pulling out and pushing back in. When our fingers were deep in his ass, we wiggled them hard. Scott groaned.

I sucked Sean’s cock, then got it nice and slippery and guided it to the crack of Scott’s ass. I rubbed it up and down the crack, then spread his cheeks with one hand and guided the swollen purple cock into the tight hole. It was incredible watching the pure white ass take the dark shaft completely inside. ‘Fuck him, Sean,’ I whispered. ‘Fuck him hard.’ Sean, obliging sort that he is, fucked the hell out of him. I watched him pump, fast and hard, his cock sliding in and out, his balls swinging. It was incredible. I thought I could cum from just watching. Sean gave one final thrust and held it in as he shuddered violently. ‘Damn, damn, damn,’ he whispered, then fell to the side. He looked at me and grinned. ‘Go for it,’ he said.

I put my hands on Scott’s hips and yanked him up to his hands and knees, then plunged my rod into his cum filled ass. I felt hot and nasty as my cock was coated with Sean’s cum, the tight ring making a sucking sound as I fucked it. My fingers bit into Scott and I pumped as hard as I could. The feeling was incredible, made even more intense by Sean’s intent gaze inches from Scott’s ass. My cock started to throb and swell, and I concentrated, trying to hold off my orgasm for as long as possible. I had never felt so completely decadent, fucking the hell out of Scott’s cum filled ass as Sean watched. When I finally couldn’t hold it any longer, I pulled my cock out and laid it across Scott’s ass, letting Sean watch my cum pump out all over Scott’s back. He dove forward and licked it all up. I think I briefly lost consciousness.

When I got my shit back together, Sean was grinning like an idiot and had a basket in his hand. ‘What…doing?’ I managed to say. Sean held up a cucumber. ‘Fucking with food,’ he said grinning. I raised my head and managed to put a question mark on my face. The question was answered when Scott stuck his ass up in the air and Sean knelt behind him…and inserted the cucumber in his ass and fucked him with it. I watched fascinated as Sean’s hand pumped faster and faster. Scott was wild-eyed, begging for it deeper and harder. In rapid succession, Sean fucked Scott’s ass with another cucumber, a banana, a zucchini. Then he handed me an ear of corn and grinned. ‘Play with him for a while,’ he said, and got up and left the room. I looked at Scott, whose eyes seemed to be rolling around in his head at this point. ‘Do it,’ he gasped. ‘Fuck my ass with the corn.’ OK, I thought, and slid the corn into his ass. The bumpy kernels gave it a nice resistance and extra sensation. Scott was out of his mind.

Sean came back with a pot in his hand. I looked up at him, and he grinned. ‘Mashed yams,’ he said, and dropped to a sitting position on the floor. He slid the pot under Scott’s cock. I looked, and saw Scott thrust his rod into the warm, soft vegetable. ‘Son of a bitch,’ I said, my hand still pumping the corn into his ass. He fucked the yams as I fucked his ass with the corn…then came so big I really thought we’d killed him. He lay on the floor and twitched. I looked at him, then looked at Sean. He grinned, then shrugged. ‘Call it a food fetish,’ he said.

We spent the rest of our week’s vacation fucking each other mindless, and fulfilling every one of our own particular weird quirks. We happily did things that made the mashed yams look kind of traditional. We never did go fishing.

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Without the air conditioner, we would have killed each other. We knew that, admitted it, and discussed it frequently. The CD player got us through a few rough moments, too. The trip had been a dumb idea from the start, as we realized at the start. We were too tired, too grouchy, and too, well…us, to relax on a long car vacation. ‘We could be at a resort,’ Kevin grumbled for the 20th time. I gave my 20th deep, heartfelt, martyr’s sigh, followed by the 20th ‘you wanted to see things.’ He swore under his breath for 3.8 miles. I clocked it.

Under normal circumstances, we get alone very well. Lovers when we happen to feel like it, friends always. These were not the best of circumstances. In fact, they’d have to improve to be shitty circumstances. ‘The engine’s making that funny sound again,’ I pointed out helpfully. Kevin snarled at me, and pulled the car over. He got out, slammed the door, opened the hood, stared at things he couldn’t name, then slammed the hood. I got out, still being cheerful Mr. Helpful, which I knew would piss him off more than anything, and pointed. ‘Let’s go see if they’ll let us use the phone and call the auto club.’ He gritted his teeth at me and turned to stare at the white farmhouse. Off he went, with me moving to catch up with him. The closeness had been an illusion, and it was quite a hike to the farmhouse. We were hot sweaty and winded by the time we got there. Kevin still had enough energy to knock on the door. All I could do was drop to the stoop. I only half-listened to Kevin’s discussion with whoever answered the door, but something burrowed into my sluggish brain. It was his ‘voice,’ as I called it. The deep, seductive voice he used when he wanted something or someone. I turned my head, looked up and nearly creamed all over myself.

Holy impossible shitfuck, he was beautiful. Not handsome, not good looking, but flat out this-can’t-be-real beautiful. Long, thick, wavy golden hair. It fell in a shimmering mass to his shoulders. His eyes were enormous, the clearest, royal blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Small nose, full sensuous mouth with perfect, gleaming white teeth. He’d been delicately bronzed by the sun. His skin looked soft and buttery. His body was incredible. He wore a blue chambray workshirt with the sleeves rolled up. Broad shoulders, muscular arms. Slender waist. The old, faded jeans were like spray paint on his muscular legs. The head of his cock had worn one of the faded patches in the jeans. By my calculations, we were talking 7 inches flaccid. My own cock was hitting 7 inches erect at that very moment. Kevin’s pants were trying to enter the house without him. I managed to stand up, and Angel Face smiled at me. I wanted to whimper and lick his hand. I realized Kevin was speaking and turned to him. ‘What?’ I managed to say. Kevin gave me his biggest smile. ‘Tommy says we can use the phone, wait for the tow-truck and have some dinner with him.’ I smiled and nodded, rather stupidly, I’m afraid. We ended up in the kitchen of the farmhouse, stiff cocks mercifully hidden under the table, watching the incredible ass move back and forth as he prepared dinner. Kevin had introduced me as Clyde, which I hate, but it’s better than my real name, which is Clarence, and hated even more. Tommy was bright and friendly and an excellent cook. He was also a good dinner companion, and we learned a lot about him. The most important thing we learned about him was that despite the fresh blush of youth on his face, he was, in fact, 20. We weren’t going to end up in prison for what we were thinking. The other thing we both picked up on was that when he discussed dating, he did so with great ambiguity and a lack of specific pronouns. Hope springs eternal, and it was springing like crazy in our crotches as we looked at him.

He showed us the farm after dinner, which we oohed and aahed over, like we actually knew a damn thing about farming. The hayloft was incredible, though. Fragrant, comfortable, and with a great view of the setting sun. The three of us sat up there, inhaling the hay and clover, and the gusts of clean air, and looking out as the sun went down in a burst of red flames. Tommy sat between us, leaning back on his hands, smiling to himself. Finally he stretched, and began to unbutton his shirt. ‘I don’t get to meet a lot of other gays out here,’ he said softly, neatly folding the shirt and putting it aside. Kevin and I sat frozen and dropjawed as he slid out of his boots and socks, then his jeans and briefs. He lay back in the hay and stroked his stiffening cock. Kevin and I looked at each other. We sat and stared at each other for a full 10 seconds, and yes I counted. The we turned and launched ourselves mouths first at the Angel’s cock.

Kevin took one side and I took the other, and we slid our tongues up and down the thick, hard shaft. Up, down, then around, our tongues dancing with each other, then exchanging wet, sloppy kisses as Tommy rubbed the backs of our necks contentedly. We licked him until he was dripping, then took turns going down on him, taking his cock in deep and sucking it hard. I had an idea while watching Kevin deep-throat that gorgeous rod. I leaned down, and delicately took one of Tommy’s balls in my mouth. I heard the stunned, delighted gasp, as did Kevin, who immediately ducked his head and very carefully took the other ball in his mouth. Kevin and I pressed our lips together, our mouths each cradling one of the young, heavy testicles. Tommy shot cum all over both of us. He licked us clean, his hands quick and eager to strip our clothes off.

We stood before him, and he knelt, first using his mouth and one hand on me, the other hand on Kevin, then switching. We could both bury our hands in the thick hair and massage his head. Tommy was in ecstasy, eyes closed, totally absorbed in the two hard cocks that oozed precum into his mouth and hands. He made little murmuring noises deep in his throat. I looked down, and discovered his cock was hard again. He opened his eyes suddenly, grinned, then took each testicle in his mouth in turn. All four balls were cradled in his warm, sweet mouth. He grinned again, and rubbed the heads of our cocks together. Both were slippery with precum and wet from his mouth, so they slid over each other. I groaned helplessly as I watched. Kevin grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and kissed me deep, his tongue thrusting in, the hand dropping down to squeeze my ass. Tommy suctioned himself to my cock with relentless determination. Kevin took my mouth with his tongue as the hand on my ass worked between my cheeks and fingered my hole. To say that I came does not begin to describe the internal earthquake that savaged me. I exploded, and felt like I broke bones and pulled muscles in the process. The planet took a sharp dip to the right, and I was nestled in soft hay watching the stars go around. Kevin was wide-eyed and Tommy was trying to blow some of my cum out of his nose. ‘Couldn’t take it all,’ he said apologetically. ‘Moved my mouth the wrong way.’ Kevin patted his head. ‘You’re young. You’ll learn,’ he said reassuringly. I just laid there and prayed to live.

Kevin sat with his legs spread and Tommy went back to work with his soft, strong mouth. The way they were positioned I could look right at Tommy’s ass. I reached up and tapped the inside of his right thigh. He separated his legs more, which gave me a better view of his spread cheeks and his hanging balls. He wagged his ass like a happy puppy when he sucked cock, which started tingles in my cock. I licked my left index finger, reached up and popped the tip in the tight young ass. The stunned gasp was intense, as was the increased slurping, sucking noises. Kevin managed to clap a hand over his mouth before the howling scared the shit out of every farm animal for miles. He lay with a hand over his mouth, twitching like someone had handed him a live wire to hold. Tommy backed up against my finger and humped me a few more times then managed to turn to me, straddling my arm and keeping my finger in his ass…all without breaking my finger. He grinned at me, his eyes went dark…and I got my mouth on the tip of his cock just as the cream spurted. I swallowed gratefully and licked him clean.

With the resilience of youth he bounced up immediately and danced off. He came back with three icy cold cans of soda. ‘Workshop’s up here,’ he explained as he dropped his perfect body to sit cross-legged. Neither Kevin nor I could keep our hands off him, so we sat and caressed his silky skin as we sipped soda, stared up at the night and talked. We drifted through some serious topics, when Tommy suddenly looked distracted. He pulled nervously at his hard cock. Kevin grasped his wrist. ‘What?’ he asked gently. Tommy looked embarrassed. ‘I’ve never had my ass fucked,’ he blurted. ‘I want it so bad it hurts, but I’m kinda scared, and besides, well, you know.’ Kevin and I looked at each other. We knew. We smiled at each other, then at him. He got up, trembling slightly, and came back with an unopened, brand new box of lubricant. Opening it was almost ceremonial.

We laid him back comfortably in the hay, and pushed his knees up. His ass was perfection, round, firm, tight. We both kissed and licked a cheek, getting closer and closer to the crack, but going very slowly. Finally our tongues were licking over each other. Using just our fingertips, we spread his cheeks and looked at the virgin hole. Pale pink. Perfect. Kevin trembled. I knew the one thing he’d never done. He’d never penetrated a virgin ass. I grinned at him, kissed his mouth and whispered ‘do it.’ He had to clench and unclench his fists several times to still his shaking hands. First, he lowered his mouth and tongue fucked that pure little hole until Tommy was gasping and writhing. I scooted up and wrapped my arms around him, kissing him and murmuring to him. He looked at me, eyes huge. ‘Damn,’ he whispered. ‘It’s so good. It’s so incredibly good.’ I nodded at him, my cock waking up. I handed the open tube to Tommy and helped him lubricate Kevin’s fingers. Kevin went slowly and gently, inserting first one finger for a thorough fucking of the tight hole, then the other. Tommy was wide-eyed and gasping. I lubricated Kevin’s cock, then turned back to Tommy and kissed him passionately and thoroughly. He was relaxed and distracted by the kiss. Kevin entered carefully. Tommy pulled his mouth away from me and stared at me with disbelief. ‘Uh,’ he said. I smiled and nodded. He looked at Kevin. ‘Uh,’ he said again. Kevin chuckled and began to pump slowly, looking down at the now ex-virgin. Tommy visibly relaxed and let out a long, shuddering sigh. ‘Wow,’ he said faintly. ‘Oh, wow.’ He said a lot of things after that, but most of it was ‘Fuck me!’ delivered in a high, piercing shriek. I lay next to him and stroked my cock, kissing him and holding him with my other arm. Kevin was lost in the rapture of his secret fantasy fulfilled, as was Tommy, and I got an incredible rush from witnessing the whole thing. We all came at about the same time. This time I think we did scare the shit out of every farm animal for miles.

We spent the rest of our vacation in that little farming town, and eventually even remembered to call the auto club.

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I’d just been certified for 40 meters, and my little scuba diving self was vibrating with excitement. There was a wall dive in the Channel Islands I’d heard about and wanted to try, so after many phone calls for arrangements, and waiting what seemed like centuries for my vacation time, I went. It was everything, and more, than I’d hoped for and by that evening I felt like a conqueror. The guy behind the hotel desk seemed up to handling a discrete question, so I secured directions to the nearest gay bar. I wanted flashing lights, loud music, and…well, sex.

The loud music greeted me in the parking lot, and the flashing lights assaulted me as soon as I walked through the door. Sex, of course, is harder to find. I got a beer, smiled a lot and looked around. Couples throbbed on the dance floor. Tables were full of laughing, smiling people, and the smell of cologne was enough to make me want my tanks and mask back. All was right with the world. I wandered around, smiling, nodding, trying not to look like I was wearing a sign that said, ‘My balls hurt…Help me.’ I stopped for a second to watch two couples at a table. Four men in comfortable middle age, holding hands with their partners openly, talking and laughing with their friends. That always makes me mushy and hopeful and vaguely weepy. I sensed something and turned my head. Leaning against the wall, radiating aloneness was a man, sipping a drink and staring at the foursome with both joy and agonizing envy. I drifted over to him like a current had caught me and I’d just surrendered to it.

As I got close to him I realized he was my age, or maybe a couple of years younger. Darkly handsome, sort of like a brooding count in a romance novel. Long, aesthetic fingers were wrapped around the glass. In the odd lighting of the bar, his eyes looked like underwater caves that demanded exploration. I got his attention with a cleared throat, then indicated the foursome at the table. ‘What I want to be when I grow up,’ I said. ‘Gives one hope.’ He looked at me with his deep eyes and I realized with shock that hope had died in him long ago. He forced a smile and nodded politely. I used his innate politeness to draw him into idle conversation, and used it again to get him on the dance floor. At first he was rigid and distant in my arms, then something inside him snapped, and he came against me like a drowning man. I felt his tears soak through my shirt and his hard, thrusting cock rub against me. His hands slid up and down my back, out of his control. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said in a choked voice. I pulled him tighter. ‘Don’t be,’ I said in a loud, strong voice. ‘Let it out. Don’t be afraid to feel.’ He broke down in my arms, sobbing on my shoulder and thrusting his rock hard shaft against mine. I got him out of there, finally, to a coffee shop popular with happy gay couples who needed to sober up a bit before they drove to the second stage of bliss.

In the harsh light of the restaurant, the dark eyes were swollen and full of loneliness and pain. He wrapped the beautiful hands around a coffee mug, sipping occasionally and darting curious glances at me. His name, as he told me ruefully, was Lester, the first in what was to be a lifetime of cursed events. I called him ‘Les’, which as he said with a flash of humor was not as desirable as ‘More’ would be. I countered with my own curse, ‘Buddy,’ which no amount of threats or hostility could induce my family and friends to drop. He began to calm, and after a while, grew animated, smiling, the dark eyes flashing light. He accepted that I wanted to bed him, but his eyes clearly told me he had absolutely no idea why I’d want to do that.

I took him back to the hotel, and did an extremely tacky thing in the lobby: I displayed him to the desk clerk like a trophy. The clerk didn’t let me down. He examined Les quite carefully, a look of frank approval on his face, then said ‘OK. I’ll swap you my car for him.’ I shook my head and led my trophy away to the elevator. It took Les a trip to the fifth floor to get his mouth closed. I noticed his cock was hard, shoving against his pants and twitching. I let us into my room, turned to Les casually and shoved him on the bed. He needed to get off so damn badly. He landed on the bed, stunned, and I knelt between his legs and opened his pants, freeing the swollen purple shaft. His cockhead was oozing precum. I licked it up, listening to his gasps, then slid his rod into my mouth and sucked hard. My lips locked around him as my head bobbed up and down, my tight-fingered grip sliding after my mouth. A stunned silence followed the initial gasps, then a very clearly pronounced ‘Shitfuck!’ heralded a long string of incoherent howling as he humped the hell out of my mouth, fists dug into the bed for leverage, cock swelling further and throbbing. He came like a long dormant volcano, pulse after pulse of hot cum finally freed. I swallowed what I could, letting the rest ooze out to lubricate his shaft, my hand sliding up and down easily, quickly, stopping only to rub it all over his balls. He howled like an animal, riding out what I knew was way too intense a sensation, but until he told me to stop, I wasn’t going to. His cock stayed rock hard, and I kept sucking.

He never told me to stop…so I didn’t stop. I kept sucking and stroking and he kept humping my mouth like a wild thing. His second monologue was more coherent and rather touching. ‘Shitfuck,’ he said again, followed by ‘I needed this so fucking bad, oh my God, I needed to cum, damn, you’re so fucking good, I can’t stand how good you are, you make me feel so much, shit, I can’t believe this, suck me, SUCK ME, oh don’t ever stop sucking me…’ and so on. I sucked, sliding his cock in deep, feeling the hard shaft glide over my tongue until it touched the top of my throat. I wanted him in deep. I wanted to lock my lips around the base of his cock, by nose and mouth buried in his thick, curly hair, feeling my chin nestle in his balls, dancing my tongue over his shaft. I slid my hands under his ass and squeezed his cheeks, then my fingers searched for his crack, gliding up and down, finally spreading him open and playing with his hole. His muscles gave out, and all he could do was lay and twitch as I took his cock into my throat, sucking him fiercely, fingers playing in his crack, an index finger penetrating his hole. He made a small, garbled sound suddenly, and his cock erupted, straining to go deeper as he flooded me with hot cum. Some shot straight down my throat; the rest went anywhere it wanted to. Finally, I managed to release his softening cock, and pull my head up. I felt my cum-covered face. ‘And thus was Hawaii born,’ I murmured. He raised his head, focused his eyes and maneuvered the muscles of his face into a smile. ‘You store up enough lava,’ he said thickly, ‘and you can do that.’ His head flopped back down. I stared at him. He’d gotten the volcano reference, managed a comeback, and I fell in love.

I dragged him around in the bed, washed him off, then covered him with blanket and sheet. He slept through the whole thing. I brushed my fingers against his cheek. The stress and pain were gone from his face. I took off all my clothes, told my aching cock to be patient, and got a book to read. I slid into bed next to him, read for a while, then fell asleep. I swam almost to the surface of consciousness when I heard his voice a long time later. ‘Yes,’ he was saying. ‘I want a red rose on the tray. Just one. Everything else for two. Pot of coffee. Orange juice. Pastry. The strawberry/banana in cream thing. Room number? Hold on.’

I heard him pad across the room, open the door, close the door and pad back. ‘532,’ he said. ‘Half an hour? Good.’ He hung up the phone, yawned, stretched, then journeyed into the bathroom. A little later I heard the shower start. I smiled and drifted back to sleep.

He served me breakfast like a sultan, and I wallowed in it. I took a shower, and he scrubbed my back, and I wallowed in that, too. I called and canceled my morning dive, then put down the receiver and stared at it. I’d never canceled a dive for anyone before. I looked at him, and he read my face. ‘Thank you,’ he whispered and went to his knees. He took my cock in his mouth and sucked it gently, lovingly. I ran my fingers through his hair, looking down at him, standing with my feet spread, feeling his mouth and tongue in every part of my existence. He pleasured my cock so thoroughly, his eyes closed, his fingers gently exploring my balls, as if he was memorizing me in Braille. I felt his throat vibrate as he murmured with contentment and the sensation traveled up my cock and through my entire body. His eyes opened suddenly and he looked up at me. I stared down at the bright, smiling eyes, watching my cock slide so easily in and out of his mouth…and there just aren’t words to describe my orgasm sufficiently. It started suddenly, a startling sharp falling sensation, then built and built until I thought my body would shatter. I felt myself land on my ass on the floor with a thud, his mouth still fastened to me. I curled around his head and held on. I could hear howling, and my throat felt funny, and I realized the one howling was me. Eventually I managed to poke his head gently with a finger to indicate that if he didn’t stop sucking my helpless cock he’d kill me.

I was in the bed again, with no memory of how I’d gotten there or how long I’d been there. I lay on my stomach, listening to Les’s voice as he gently stroked my ass. He was probably using words, but all I knew was that the sound was happy and aroused, and that’s all I needed to know. I sighed deeply with contentment and spread my legs wider. I felt his mouth move over my ass, then slide down to lick at my balls. He licked me like a cat, his tongue flicking over every inch of my skin. I murmured my appreciation. His tongue finally went to the crack in my ass and slid up and down, leisurely, gradually going deeper until he used his fingers to spread me open. He licked me thoroughly, passing back and forth over my hole until I was starting to writhe with anticipation. Finally, his warm, moist tongue pointed and thrust into my hole. I shuddered and groaned. He tongue-fucked me for a long time, and I reveled in it. His tongue went deep, thrusting in me harder and harder. Finally, I felt the tip of a lubricated finger instead of the tongue. I shuddered again, my ass thrusting up at him eagerly. The fingertip teased me for a while, then began to slide inside me gently. I didn’t want it gentle at that point and growled at him. He growled back, and proceeded to finger-fuck the hell out of my hungry ass, adding a second finger, the rest of his hand folded into a fist that punched my cheeks with each downward stroke. My ass rose into the air for him, and I whimpered my pleasure. His breathing grew loud and ragged, and I felt him move into position. My cock dripped precum and my asshole twitched.

In a rather atypical move, I begged him to fuck me. I begged loudly and clearly, wanting, needing the privilege of his cock in my ass. He grabbed onto my hips for support as his body swayed. ‘Ugh da,’ was an approximation of what he managed to say. He took his shaft in his hand and rubbed the slick head against my hole. His cockhead was swollen, and I could feel the hot precum mixing with the tepid lubricant. He entered me with one uncontrolled, unplanned, hungry, demanding thrust and I howled with pleasure/pain. His fingers bit into my hips, and he fucked me. And I do mean FUCKED me. My gentle lover had transformed into a feral, rutting animal, who took my ass as if all of nature had prepared him for this moment. I humped my ass back at him furiously, taking the savage thrusts as deeply as I could and still forcing my hole back for more. The room filled with the sounds of our harsh breathing and wordless grunts. His hips slammed against my ass, and his balls hit mine with force. I could feel his fingernails imbedding themselves into my flesh, and in my mind they became the claws of my mate. It was glorious and endless, on and on, past anything I’d ever even dreamed. A gust of fresh air came through the open sliding doors and bathed us both. It was like a blessing, and caused a simultaneous explosion, both of us cumming helplessly. Rigid and locked together, trying to ride out the wave after wave of almost unbearable ecstasy slamming through us. I collapsed flat on the bed, and he landed on top of me. We woke up like that a long time later.

Les has gotten better about the diving. He’s read a lot, and now checks me before every dive as if he was sending me off to kindergarten. He whispers ‘be safe, have fun,’ then stands with a white-knuckle grip on the rail staring down at the water until I come up again. No matter how wondrous the dive is, the best part is breaking the surface, looking up and seeing him there waiting for me.

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I’m a nice person, I thought to myself as I hacked at vegetables. I’m a very nice person. That’s good. That’s a good thing to be. I brought the knife down through the cucumber with a particularly satisfying mental image. Disgusting, but satisfying. I’m not sucking up, I told myself. I’m not. I was, and I knew it. There would be no other reason on this earth that I’d come to the rescue of my bastard department head and invite him to stay at my apartment while his was repaired from the damage of a minor but none-the-less frightening fire. And, somehow, he had looked less like his usual cold, distant self when he explained why he was late. Almost human, in fact. I hacked up another cucumber, muttering. He wasn’t human. He was unfeeling, cold, rude, unforgiving, judgmental, and had completely dicked me on my last performance review. The fact that he had been right about the changes he suggested was neither here nor there for the purposes of any discussion I’d ever have. The fact that following his advice was probably going to get me a promotion was irrelevant, too.

I heard the soft knock at the door, stared at the knife-edge for a second, then put it down carefully. I wiped my hands and went and opened the door. I stood and gaped. I admit it. Eyes wide, mouth open, not moving except for my eyes that traveled up and down him. I made some kind of a sound. He grinned. I mean…grinned, not the usual twitch of the corners of his lips I saw occasionally at the office. He had a mouthful of perfect teeth and a dimple in his right cheek. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, and his eyes were slate blue. The usually gelled back hair was thick and going wherever it wanted to. He was wearing a T-shirt with a popular, smart-ass and funny saying on it over denim shorts that should have been enjoying their retirement years. The sneakers on his feet were worn and paint splattered. The luggage was expensive and matched. ‘Hi,’ he said brightly. ‘Am I too early?’ I mumbled at him and ushered him in, thinking about ‘Invasion of the Body Snatchers.’

I put his things in the guestroom, and he wandered behind me back to the kitchen, his hands in his pockets. He accepted a glass of wine, sat on a stool and watched me slice vegetables. I kept glancing up at him. He chuckled finally. ‘You know those old movies,’ he asked, ‘where the secretary takes off her glasses and unpins her hair, and she’s suddenly gorgeous, and so on and so on?’ I nodded. He grinned again. ‘Ta-da,’ he said. ‘I’m like that. I shed the work clothes, and I turn into a person.’ And a damned hot stud, too, I didn’t say. His smile vanished. ‘When I started with this company, the owner was a vicious homophobe who would have destroyed me if he found out.’ I gaped. ‘You’re gay?’ I asked stupidly. He nodded. ‘And to protect myself, I only brought a part of me to work. It’s me, but it’s just part of me. New owners, change in attitude, old self-protective instinct.’ He shrugged and sipped his wine. I chopped vegetables. I’d had no idea he was gay. None. ‘I’m the ‘accept me as I am or fuck you’ type,’ I blurted, for what reason I don’t know. He looked at me with glittering eyes. ‘I know,’ he whispered. ‘That’s one of the reasons I like you so much.’

He swears I threw myself over the counter at him, but I did not. I walked around the end, admittedly very rapidly, pulled by all the emotion that had come flooding out of his eyes. I kissed him, a long, tender exploratory kiss that heated into a lusty tongue dance. His hair was thick and clean and my fingers disappeared in it as I pulled his mouth to mine. He wrapped his legs around my hips, letting me rub my aching bulge against his crotch. His hands went up under my shirt to caress my back. He trembled, as if he was fighting hesitancy. I pulled my head back to look at him. ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ I asked, my voice as strong as I could make it. He looked at me. He put about four syllables and a world of need into the word ‘yes.’ I grabbed, yanked and put him on the floor.

He writhed under me, his hands moving over my back and ass. I braced myself and kept kissing him, taking his mouth with long tongue thrusts, sliding to nibble on his lips, then sucking his tongue. I rubbed crotch against his, feeling the hard swelling and listening to the helpless sounds he made. His fingers dug into my ass, urging me to move harder and faster, and I did. He pulled up his knees and buried his face in my neck. I ground against him, and suddenly his back arched, his pelvis slammed up to me, he shuddered and groaned loudly. I put a hand under the back of his head to prevent it from hitting the floor when he collapsed. He stared up at the ceiling with blind eyes. ‘I needed to be touched so badly,’ he said finally. ‘So damned badly, for so damned long.’ I kissed his lips gently and murmured to him.

Naked, he was beautiful. I loved his smooth chest, his tight round ass, his flat stomach, and his marvelous cock. Long, thick and quick to get ready to go again. I stood as he stripped me, his eyes gleaming, then lay back on the bed as he kissed his way down to nuzzle my balls. He was tender and gentle, and I wiggled in the bed to get comfortable and stroked his back with my fingertips. He gave incredible head. Slow. Intense. Passionate. He kept his eyes open, meeting my eyes, exploring my body, and occasionally releasing my cock so he could nuzzle it and admire it. He was feasting and he let me know it. I wanted it to go on forever, but his talented mouth made that impossible. Finally, I couldn’t fight it anymore, and I tapped him. He smiled, then took my cock in deep and sucked it hard. It startled me, and shoved me over the edge. I erupted, cumming much harder than I’d expected to. He swallowed the cream with gentle moans. Finally, he put his head down on my thigh, my softening cock still held lightly in his mouth. His eyes drifted closed and he released a deep sigh.

I lay in complete contentment and watched him suckle my cock. He looked serene and peaceful. I stroked his arm, admiring him, until my cock started to stiffen again. He chuckled as my shaft hardened in his mouth and his eyes opened. I grinned at him, and reached over and swatted his ass. ‘This!’ I said, laughing. ‘I want this!’ He wiggled his horny butt for me and grinned. I slid my cock out of his mouth, then put one arm across his back and one across his thighs to hold him down and licked and bit the tender cheeks of his ass. He wiggled in a mock struggle, making helpless little noises that drove me wild. I nipped down the crack of his ass, closing my teeth just hard enough to leave a tiny red mark. He began to tremble.

I knelt, then pulled him and put him on his hands and knees. I reached one hand between his legs and gently squeezed his balls. He moaned and threw his head back. I used the other hand to spread his ass cheeks apart, then leaned down and licked his hole. ‘You like?’ I whispered. ‘Yes!’ he groaned, shuddering. ‘I like!’ I grinned and tickled his pucker with the tip of my tongue. ‘Then tell me,’ I said. ‘Tell me what you want.’ He let out a long shuddering breath. ‘I love it when you lick my ass!’ he said. ‘I love it! Tongue fuck my hole. I want you to tongue fuck me. I want you to finger fuck me. I want you to put your hard cock up my ass and fuck me!’ He kept telling me, too, and it made me shake. I ate his ass for a long time, making his cock drip cum and all his muscles twitch. Finally, I was driving myself insane, so I stopped, lubricated a finger and slid it into his hungry hole. He was tight and hot, and humped his ass back at me to take the finger deep. I worked his hole hard, then slid in another finger. He tightened his muscles on me, and all I could do was imagine that incredibly tight ring sliding up and down my cock. I slid in a third finger, spreading them apart slightly, listening to him moan, and watching his beautiful pink hole open. Damn, I wanted in.

I made him stand and lean over the bed, resting his weight on his palms. I stood behind him and took my cock in my hand, rubbing the swollen, oozing head up and down the crack of his ass. I popped the head in with a small shove, then stood and held his hips still. I teased him, the head stretching his hole open wide, but didn’t give him anymore until he begged for it. Then I gave a hard hip thrust and slammed my rod all the way up his tight ass. He howled in ecstasy, begging me to fuck him hard. I gripped his hips and pumped, my pelvis slamming into his luscious ass, my balls smacking against his. He thrust back at me, grunting, taking my cock in deep and gripping it with his muscles. ‘Fuck me!’ he howled. ‘Fuck me hard!’

I obliged with everything I had, holding on to make it last. I stroked as hard and as deep as I could, my ass clenched tight, my balls so swollen I thought they’d explode. I wanted him to have the most solid ass fucking of his life. Finally, I had to pull out or I would have exploded. He whimpered at me. I put him on the bed on his hands and knees, then shoved his head down. I reached over, pulled open the drawer, and took out my favorite toy. A 12′ cock shaped dildo. The thing was over 2′ across at the head. I mounted his shoulders, resting lightly to trap his head down, then ran a hand over his ass. Silk. A silky ass with a nice, open hungry mouth, waiting to be fed. I put the head of the dildo against his hole and pushed it in…slowly…an inch at a time. He shuddered as it went deeper and deeper into him. I began to pump it up and down, grinning at the amount of it he took inside. His hole was stretched huge, and I trembled when I looked at it. Damn, I thought. That tight little pucker is OPEN.

I pumped hard, my fist slamming down into his ass with each down stroke. He started to howl a continuous, wordless sound of intense pleasure/pain that vibrated through his chest and tingled my balls. I felt my cock squirt precum all over his back. I began to hump his back, feeling my cock slide up the bumps in his spine as my balls rubbed through his hair. I watched the huge dildo fuck up and down like a piston as I humped him and got high off his howls. His balls flopped heavily each time my fist came down on his ass. Finally, he began to scream as his body convulsed and he pumped cum all over the sheets. I felt my back arch and went rigid as I shot my load on his back, continuing to hump his slippery back and fuck his ass until he couldn’t take anymore. We collapsed into a sloppy pile, and I managed to move enough to pull him into my arms before we both passed out.

I got the promotion, and we used the extra money to move into a bigger, nicer apartment. And, just the other day, I caught him smiling at the office.

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My name’s Dan and I own The Glass Cat. The Glass Cat is a Female Impersonator club, although lately we’re getting a lot of transsexuals, too. The club is pretty well-know, and sometimes we get some big-name shemale porn stars in to do a show. Our biggest draw is Tuesday nights. Tuesday night is dance content night. Sheboys come infrom all over and dance and strip for cash prizes and exposure. We get a lot of different folks in the audience, so it works out well for the contestants and theaudience.

Well, I’ve been in this business for years. I’ve never been particularly interested in the performers – I like my women with pussies! Still, I have to admit, some of these chicks are gorgeous, and you would never know from looking at them on the street or in a bikini that they didn’t start out as women.

Most of the ‘girls’ that dance in our contest work in nearby dance clubs and come in on their night off to collect some extra money and have a good time. All the people that work in the clubs, we know each other. My dancers go to other contests on their nights off. There aren’t that many clubs, so it’s almost like we’re all family, or at least friends of family.

Anyway, a couple of weeks ago on Tuesday, we were having our usual Tuesday night. That is to say, the house was packed. Music was playing and our usual assortment of customers from every walk of life were watching the stage as 10 different ‘girls’ danced and paraded their stuff to music. We had a pretty good group, all pretty and at least nominally talented. And then came the last dancer – her name was Iris.

So the last dancer comes up and I’ve never seen her before. That’s unusual. And she moves a little more like a real woman than the other tgirls. She was about 5’11’ with medium length red hair. She wasn’t model-thin, she had full hips and big boobs with rounded thighs and a tight, round butt. And then I noticed something else, something that really surprised me.

I was noticing Iris the same way that I’d notice her if she was a hot chick. I was turned on! She was without doubt one of the sexiest ‘girls’ I had ever met, and I’ve met a lot of them. But she had something else, an impossible to define quality that says ‘woman’ that I’d never met a shemale that had before.

When Iris took off her bra and showed those perfect shemale tits, the crowd went crazy screaming and applauding. And what tits! They were so natural-looking that is was hard to imagine they weren’t real. They were soft and moved with her motions, and had a perky shape – a perfect C cup, I believe. I started imagining what

those nipples would feel between my tongue and my teeth, like probably every other guy in the place was already imagining. Shit, I even felt myself getting hard!

After she had won the dance contest by a landslide, Iris came back to the office where I always give the winner her prize. For once, I was nervous as a school-boy. I wanted her, and I didn’t want her – shit, in all these

years, I’ve never gotten so much as a blowjob from one of the dancers. When she came in, I felt the same sexual vibes as when she was on stage, only much stronger. Fuck, she had me ready to sit up and beg!

After I had given her her $250 prize money, I asked her to sit down and join me for a drink. She accepted and asked for a Chevas and soda. I gave her one and we sat down. I congratulated her on her victory, her dancing skills and her smile. I felt like an idiot. I also felt hornier than I remember ever feeling. I wanted to touch this

beautiful bitch’s tits. I wanted to thrust my cock into her mouth. I wanted to see my cum dripping down her chin and chest.

‘So, how long have you been in town?’ I heard myself asking inanely.

‘Not very long’ Iris said, sitting forward and sipping her drink. And then she casually reached down and unzipped my pants!

What could I say? My cock was already hard. Obviously I couldn’t say she didn’t turn me on. I didn’t say anything.

Iris leaned over and started sucking my rod, her tongue licking as she thrust my shaft down her throat. I reached over to her and pulled off her top. Her perky breasts had pink nipples. I touched one and it hardened.

She groaned a little as she kept sucking my dick. So I leaned toward her and started pinching both her nipples, making them as hard as my cock in no time.

Iris kept sucking me, putting my cock deep in her mouth and teasing it. As I kept playing with her nipples, she began wiggling in her chair. She was getting turned on. I felt under her tiny miniskirt, sort of forgetting

that ‘she’ wasn’t just a she.

So I was pretty startled for an instant to touch a very hard piece of meat in between this beauty’s thighs. And she kept sucking me – she was like a fucking vaccuum cleaner! She began gently squeezing my balls…

‘Take everything off’ I told her, my voice strangely hoarse. I wanted to see that gorgeous female

body with its hard penis, to see how I felt about it.

She pulled off her skirt in one easy move. She was fucking hotter looking close up than she was on the stage. I felt my rod shudder. Her stomach was flat and her tits rose proudly. Her pubes were dark red and her hips, even close up, were rounded and feminine – but there was this perfect hard cock pointing straight up.

I don’t know why, but that turned me on even more. When she started sucking me again, I began thrusting back into her mouth. I held onto her red hair and pulled her head back and forth as I fucked her face. And she began jacking off, which fascinated me. She jerked her cock with tiny, female movements as I slammed my cock deep into her warm mouth.

I was ready to shoot – ‘Take it all’ I gasped as I felt my balls getting ready to let go. Her hand started moving faster on her cock as I began plunging my dick into her mouth harder and faster. Fuck, she could really keep up – she was made to suck cock! As fast and deep as I pushed into her throat, she was sucking and slurping even harder.

Then I felt thick, molten liquid shooting from my cock into her mouth. She kept sucking and began to cum, herself. Her hand moved frantically as she spewed shemale jizz onto her perfect stomach. I felt my load shooting down her throat, choking her only a little as I kept pumping, pumping, pleasure pouring from me into her cum-hungry mouth.

Would you believe it? Iris wanted a job here! I gave her one, and I’ll have to try her again sometime!

Due to a freak accident in my second year of college, I was moved out of my dorm and into an off-campus apartment I shared with a guy who was a year older than me. Jeff was a jock on the football team, but he needed help in Business (my major), so the school thought our pairing would be beneficial. Beneficial for giving me hard-ons, was more like it.

Jeff didn’t believe in wearing anything other than tight gym shorts and baggy tank tops that showed off his hard body. He’d been thrown out of two gyms for causing fights, so he was forced to work out in the apartment. I don’t know how many times I walked in on Jeff wearing just a jockstrap, every muscle in his body flexed while he tried to keep a large barbell from falling out of his sweaty grasp. Any idea how hard it is to study with a hot stud glistening in sweat in the same room?

Everything is hard, let me tell you.

One night I was working on a project at my desk while Jeff did his usual thing. He finished his workout and then stood right next to me and told me he was grabbing a shower before we worked on a test he had the next day. All I could do was gaze into the sweaty mesh of his jockstrap pouch and try not to blow a load all over myself.

He went into the bathroom and started the shower. Jeff loved long showers, so I knew I would have plenty of time to relieve myself before he was done. I went over to the futon and lay back, pulling my cock out of my shorts, thinking of Jeff – naked – under the spray. I was just getting into my jack off session when something interrupted me.

‘Jesus, Marty! What the fuck?’ I jumped about three feet and tried to cover my cock. Jeff was standing in the open doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist. He was staring at my dick, which stuck out like a flagpole.

‘I thought you were in the shower!’ I shrieked lamely, my face about as red as my dick.

‘Fuck, dude! Making me jealous with that cock. How big is it, anyhow?’ Jeff couldn’t take his eyes off my tool, which – truth be told – gets about 11 inches long when I’m fully aroused; needless to say, I had been at full mast when he’d interrupted me.

I nearly fell over backwards when Jeff walked toward me, his hand reached out. He made a fist around my meat and squeezed it, as if he wasn’t even sure it was real. I couldn’t look him in the eye. ‘Uh..

don’t you think you better get your shower?’ The water was still running in the bathroom.

‘Yeah,’ he said, still holding my dick. ‘Get in there with me.

I want to see this cock up close.’ Without waiting for my answer, Jeff led me to the bathroom, using my hard-on as a leash of sorts.

He told me to strip and got into the shower, holding the shower curtain back so I could follow him in.

‘I’m a little nervous,’ I stammered, letting the jock push me under the hot spray. While I didn’t have a football player’s build like Jeff, I wasn’t in bad shape. I have a tight smooth body, which Jeff seemed eager to check out. He spun me around and ran his huge hands down my back, getting my skin completely soaked.

‘Relax, dude. I know you’re into guys. At least me.

I see the way you watch me when I work out. Let me just make you feel good. And let me see that cock!’ I put my arms against the closest wall of the shower and moaned. Jeff’s hands came up between my legs and took my dick, pulling it back between my thighs.

‘What are you doing?’ I yelped. I knew what he was doing, and his mouth was too full of my thick tool for him to respond. Jeff spun me around again and went deeper on my dick. I looked down; Jeff was staring up into my face. I yanked my dick out of his mouth.

‘Didn’t that feel good, dude?’ Jeff stuck out his tongue and teased the head of my cock while his hands groped at my low hangers.

‘Felt great, I just didn’t want to cum.’ Jeff stood and pulled me close, letting me explore his body. ‘I’ve wanted to do this for so long,’ I moaned, rubbing my entire body against his. His cock, while not as big as mine, was certainly larger than average. I sank to my knees and began to swallow it, amazed at how thick it was, especially near the root.

‘Oh yeah, man, fuck! Make me cum with that hot mouth!’ Jeff’s fingers pulled at my wet hair, pulling me deeper onto his cock.

‘Ever fuck a guy?’ I asked, hoping. Jeff was spanking my face with his dick.

‘Let’s not rush,’ he said. ‘Did you like the way I sucked you?’

He didn’t wait for me to answer, just put me on my back on the floor of the tub, getting on all fours over me. All I could see was tile, water and flesh covered muscle. Somehow he managed to spin around, so his dick was over my mouth. I swallowed him again and he went down on me. We sixty-nined under the shower, getting closer together.

He didn’t tell me he was going to cum, but I could sense it. I could feel my own body getting close, his technique surprisingly good for a (I assumed) first timer. I felt myself cum just as my mouth filled with Jeff’s load. I heard him moaning, unsure if he was turned on by his own orgasm or caught by surprise at the jizz I was shooting down his throat.

Somehow we righted ourselves, sharing an amazed look just as the hot water ran out. Jeff spoke first. ‘I think we better get out of the shower, man.’

‘Yeah this was probably a mistake,’ I said, reaching for the towel that had been wrapped around Jeff’s waist just a few minutes ago.

Jeff took the towel from me and began to dry my body. ‘Not a mistake, dude. Just meant we ought to dry off so we can get to the next step.’

I looked at him kind of funny and he added, ‘You still want me to fuck you, right?’ I smiled. You bet I did.

‘Let’s get out of here,’ I said to my new friend. The club was packed with sweaty half-naked young men moving in unison to deafening music.

I outgrew the ‘scene’ six or seven years ago when I was still in college, but when I get horny for a young ass to fuck, I know the gay clubs are the fastest and easiest way to get what I need.

As soon as I saw him, I knew the twink was a newcomer to this scene.

He was there alone, off in a corner on the upper level, looking around with a mix of fear and bewilderment. The red stamp on the back of his hand marked him as ‘Under 21,’ so he was somewhere in the neighborhood of eighteen to twenty. He looked younger. Baby face.

Short with a trim little body. It was mid-summer, so his deep tan could have been natural. I wanted to know if he had a tan line, but I would learn soon enough. I made my way toward him, his panic as I approached him turning me on even more. I was making a mental checklist of all the things I was going to do to him once I had him naked and in my bed.

‘Let’s get out of here,’ was my opening line. He looked me over, too confused to reply. To the right of us, a black hunk was getting his cock serviced by a skinny club twink. Watching the young guy take every inch of the thick black cock made me instantly hard. I took the newbie by the shoulders and spun him around so he could see what he was missing. ‘That is what I want you to do to me,’ I told him.

At that moment, the black guy exploded, filling the club twink’s mouth with ropes of thick jism.

The young guy was stunned. I steered him toward the stairs, out of the club and to the parking lot. The temperature and noise level dropped considerably the second we were outside. ‘Did you drive?’

He nodded. I didn’t want to let him out of my sight. ‘We’ll take my car. I’ll bring you back in the morning so you can drive home.’ I let him digest that for a minute, watching his face as his mind tried to conjure up what might happen between now and dawn.

‘I don’t know.’ He said, looking more scared than he did when I first laid eyes on him.

I reached over and grabbed his crotch; he was stiffer than I was.

‘I think you do. How old are you anyhow?’

‘Nineteen. How old are you?’

‘Twenty-seven. With loads of experience. Have you ever been with a guy before?’

‘Sort of.’

We reached my car. ‘I’m going. I want you to come with me.

I’ll give you about one minute to make up your mind. The door on the passenger side is unlocked.’ I got in and started the car, cranking the air to high. I thought he was going to bail on me, but at the last second he let his cock do his thinking and he opened the door and slid in. I pulled out and headed to my place.

The ride lasted ten minutes and neither of us spoke. I pulled into the drive and got out. He was following me like a scared puppy.

I unlocked the door and led him in. Once it was shut and locked, it was time to begin.

I turned and walked to him, full of purpose. I wrapped my arms around his lower back and began to kiss him. He resisted slightly, but as soon as my tongue parted his lips and began to explore his mouth, he loosened up. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt in my fingers and broke away long enough to rip it off, tossing it carelessly on the floor.

I kissed him again, starting to walk us toward the bedroom. I kicked my own shoes off then wrestled him out of his, inching us closer to the bedroom.

Since he didn’t take the initiative, I tore my own shirt off, letting him get a good look at my hard upper body. I have gym-built pecs and abs, covered with close-cropped blond hair. While he checked me out, I examined his body. While not overly muscular, he was lean and hard, completely smooth and delicious looking. I caught one of his large dark nipples between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a pinch.

He moaned slightly. I took him by the wrist and pulled him into my bedroom.

I sat on the edge of my bed and caressed his bare chest, working my way down to his jeans. They were button-fly, and easily undone.

He was wearing white briefs that were too tight for his cock, which was a respectable seven inches, judging from the curved bulge in front of my face. I helped him out of his jeans and stood up to undo my own.

I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so my eight-inch cock shot out like a hammer, pointing at the young guy’s sexy belly button.

I sat back down on the bed and peeled his briefs off, putting my mouth on his cock as soon as it was free. A nice white area in the shape of his briefs was the only part of his body that wasn’t tan. He moaned like a slut as I took his cock to the balls, savoring the taste of his clean skin and the scent from his balls. I sucked him for awhile, picking him up and tossing him in the middle of the bed. He came close to cumming, but I wouldn’t let him have the release.

‘Not yet,’ I told him, sitting on his chest, pointing my own thick cock at his lips, which were full and sexy. ‘You ever suck a guy off?’

‘No.’ His eyes were wide as he stared at my hard-on.

‘Open your mouth.’ I didn’t wait for his lips to part. I push the dripping head of my cock against them and slowly began to ease my cock into his mouth. For a first-timer, he was remarkably good at it, taking about three-fourths of my tool without once gagging.

I began to thrust in and out of his mouth, fucking his face, making him take a little bit more of me each time I slid back into him. With a little practice, he was able to go balls-deep, gagging a little as the thick root of my cock opened those sexy lips.

I felt my climax coming and I slid back out, aiming my wet cock at his face. He wasn’t expecting the cum, so he recoiled a bit as I unloaded onto his cute young face. He tried to wipe it away, but I pinned his arms behind his head.

‘Not yet. It looks so hot on you.’ Holding his arms, I licked some of my cum off his face, then kissed his neck and shoulders.

I made my way to one of his dark nipples and sucked on in, enjoying the way he squirmed when I nibbled at the tender flesh.

I got up and reached for a clean towel. There was a small stack next to the bed. I gently wiped my load from his face, trying not to get any on the sheets.

‘That was fun,’ he mumbled, rolling over and trying to fish his discarded briefs off the floor.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked.

‘Are you going to take me back to the club?’ He was on his belly now, the most perfect bubble butt just inches from my face.

‘You didn’t get off yet. I can cum a lot more.’ I reached over and took the moons of his ass in my hands, pulling his buns open.

His crack was nearly hairless, save for a dark little whorl of hair around his hole. I puckered up and began to blow gently on his rosebud.

It reacted favorable, pinching open and closed. I pulled his ass open even more and pressed the tip of my tongue against the hole.

The guy went wild, trying to slide away. I gripped the tops of his tan legs in my hands and began to rim him, growing hard again as I delivered intense pleasure.

‘Oh my god, please stop,’ he moaned, trying to pull away. ‘That feels so good!’

‘Tastes good too. So fresh and so clean.’ I moved down and nuzzled his smooth nuts. ‘Ever been fucked before?’

‘No way!’ He gasped and began to moan again as soon as my tongue found its way back to his virgin slot.

I rimmed him for a few minutes, and then told him to open the drawer in the nightstand beside the bed. He hesitantly reached out and pulled it open. He extracted a small bottle of lubricant and a strip of foil-wrapped condoms. He handed both to me without a word.

I pulled one of the condoms off the strip and tore open the package with my teeth. I rolled it onto my hard cock, squirting a generous helping of lube onto it and getting it ready. Then I placed a dollop of lube on his tight hole and began to massage it, pushing it open with one of my fingers.

‘Damn, you really are a virgin.’ His ass was tight, but began to relax as I pushed my finger in deeper. I slid in a second, trying to get the tight ring to relax. My first finger found his joyspot, causing his entire body to shudder in pleasure. ‘If you think that feels good, wait until you feel how good my cock feels.’

I extracted my fingers and pressed the tip of my cock to his hole.

It took awhile to get him to relax, but he was able to take it. When I had half of it in, I reached under his upper body and felt for his nipples, giving them both a nice pinch. He moaned and relaxed, letting the rest of my eight inches slide up inside him.

‘Nice ass,’ I moaned, enjoying the way he gripped and milked me.

I fucked him slowly at first, picking up speed as he grew used to having my cock inside him. I fucked him on his belly for awhile, and then pulled him up onto all fours, so I could jack him off while I hammered his ass. ‘I’m gonna cum,’ I told him, feeling my second load of the night shoot. He tried to jack himself off, but I pushed his hand away from his cock. ‘You can cum when I tell you to,’ I said wickedly.

With a smile, I flipped him onto his back. His cock was pointing at my bedroom ceiling and I began to tease it with my tongue. I am an expert at getting guys close but not letting them have the release they so desire. I thought it would be impossible with a guy so young, but I managed to keep him on the edge.

My cock was still rock hard so I reached for another condom. After rolling it on, I slid my dick back up his young ass. He moaned, the sensation of my cock rubbing against his joyspot nearly unbearably pleasurable.

I fucked him harder the second time, his ass more used to my thick rod.

I lifted his legs and pushed them back to the point where his knees were almost to his ears. His hard-on was directly over his face and I knew this was the position I wanted him in when I let him unload.

I knew he was close. I could feel his ass fluttering around my cock, daring me to cum again. I pulled nearly out and then slammed it in to the balls. Just as I slid it home, he began to moan beautifully and his cock began to shoot.

I pried his mouth open and held his cock at just the right angle, so his thick sperm emptied down into his own mouth. Three spurts into his own climax, I felt myself lose it again. His ass was contracting like a vise, practically sucking the cum right out of me.

We were both drained at that point, and I didn’t think I could go again anytime soon. I lay down to rest and he slid in beside me, content to lie together wordlessly. Before the sun came up, I fucked him twice more and we each blew each other one more time. I never got his name and am not sure I will ever see him again. But I know he won’t ever have another first night out and I’m glad the guy he spent it with was me.

My name is Cheri, I live my life in lace and satin. I have always loved the way those materials feel against my soft skin. I have shoulder length red hair and bright green eyes. My friends used to call me Charles but about 12 years ago i had this epiphany that i felt out of place as a man and one night while I was out at a club with some friends, I realized that being a woman felt… I don’t know, right, to me I guess.

It’s been a long road but I’m so much happier now.

The first time anyone ever found out I had a dick after that was about 10 years ago. I went to a new doctor for some antibiotics for some throat thing that had been bothering me for a couple weeks. I guess maybe the doctor had talked about me or something, I’m not really sure, but the next thing I knew the male nurse was in the room with me, looking at me kind of funny. I asked if something was wrong and he snapped out of it. He leaned close and asked me if ‘it’ was true. I knew what he was talking about but I played dumb.

I thought it would be kinda funny to hear this.

He got all whispery and pointed down to his crotch. I almost giggled.

Then he goes ‘Is it true you have a dick?’

I looked directly at him and told him he should put his hands down my pants and find out. I don’t know what came over me. I had seen the same nurse looking at me ever since i started going to that office. I had even thought he was pretty cute. Buzzed brown hair and really nice blue eyes. The kind you could get lost in. Anyway, he looked at me for a second like he couldn’t even speak. I just smiled at him.

All of a sudden he walks toward the door. I thought he was leaving, I even remember thinking to myself  ‘Oops, you sure screwed that one up.’ But then he did something that shocked me. He LOCKED THE DOOR.

I got hard in like one second flat. I love the way my dick feels rubbing against my pretty panties. I had to resist the urge to rub myself through my skirt right then. He comes over to me and it was like he read my mind.

He puts his palm over my skirt and starts swishing it over my dick.

Almost like he was trying to buff it. His eyes got really wide. I don’t know if he really believed that I had had one up until that moment. Then I see him get all red and he asks me all quiet if he could ‘see it.’

I lifted my skirt up and he just stared. My panties were white and you could see the head of my dick and a little wet spot where my pre-cum had soaked through. I licked my lips and told him that he could touch it.

I made a really big show of sliding my panties down my silky thighs and made my dick dance a little. I reached down and rubbed it a little and he snapped out of it.

It was so cute, sweat breaking out on his upper lip. And then he reaches down and cups my balls. I made sure to moan and wiggle my pretty little ass so he knew i liked it.

He was trance-like. He started stroking my cock but he kept mumbling about how pretty I was. His face kept getting closer and closer as he gently slid my rod up and down in his fist. I was enjoying the hell out of it too.

I could feel his breath on my dick and I got even harder. It hit his lips then. I wasn’t really sure what he would do so I helped him. I was too into it for him to stop, I pushed his head down just a fraction. I was sitting on the table so he didn’t have to bend too far, and he started sucking me. It felt fabulous.

Every time he took his mouth off my dick he would tell me what a pretty girl I am.

My head fell back and I just pumped him down onto my dick by his head and pressed myself deeper.

I was so turned on that I didn’t want to stop, but i wanted this man, so I kind of tapped him so he would stop.

He looked at me all confused, his eyes looked so sexy all cloudy and turned on like that. I whispered that I wanted him to fuck me. He smiled, I could see this chage come over him. He was suddenly very sure he wanted me. Very confident.

He walked across the room and grabbed some lube, the kind a doctor uses for an ultrasound and came back to me. He told me to get on my knees on the little square trash can. He left my clothes on, just pulled my skirt up around my waist and licked my asshole while I was bent over with my hands on the wall. I almost shot my

load right there. He licked my asshole for a while and then I felt him stop. I turned around to see why and I saw him lubing up this HUGE dick. He must have been at least 8 inches.

I turned around and braced myself against the wall. He was gentle though, as he slid his monster cock into my ass. He pushed each inch in slowly and fucked in and out for a while.

He started getting worked up. ( my ass must have been so tight ) He started pounding into me harder, he was whispering in my ear that I was his pretty girl and all of a sudden his arms wrapped around me and he was jerking my dick. It was indescribable, that feeling. He made me feel so sexy. He fucked me that way for a while, jacking on my cock, pounding into my tight ass, whispering into my ear. I told him I was gonna cum and he asked me to wait for him, then he squeezed my balls so I wouldn’t be able to climax. He rammed his dick all the way into my ass three or four more times and then he let go of my balls.

I could feel him cumming into my ass it was so damn hot.

My cum hit the wall and splashed onto my face. He just kept fucking me and grunting as he came and then it was over. There was a knock at the door and we both hurried to tidy ourselves up. He kissed my cheek and licked some of my cum off and opened the door. I was left breathless and looking well fucked. The doctor MUST have wondered what the heck had happened, but he stayed quiet and didn’t ask.

I still go back to see that Doctor to this very day, and the nurse always gives me a very thorough examination before anyone else comes in, if you know what I mean.

Love,

Cheri