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His name was Rani Peshwar. I would do anything for him as long as he put his snake of a cock inside me. I did do everything for him. I gave him the Satrap of Sagala—at least for a short time.

Life in the men’s harem wasn’t quite as dull after that first encounter with Rani. Either I was waiting for the next mysterious appearance of the snake charmer at the end of the garden from who knows where? Or he was there, with me, in our secret garden bower, casting a spell over me, deep inside my gut, pulling my very soul out of me, fucking me like I’d never been fucked before. Or he had just been there and I was recovering from him.

He came to me periodically, demanding everything from me, and I gave him everything. Eventually, I gave him the keys to the palace. Over time—it was only a matter of weeks, but it seemed like forever—he conveyed to me that he wanted me to study the patterns of the guarding of the harem. He could get to the terrace garden, but he needed, he said without telling me why, to be able to get beyond the harem and into the palace proper. He didn’t say that he had come to me to fuck me like I’d never been possessed before because he wanted to use me to be able to access the palace, but of course that was the sum total of his plan.

I did what he wanted. I watched the guarding of the harem and identified the vulnerable times when the guard could be counted on to be more lax than usual. The harem was only loosely controlled and the guard force wasn’t changed sufficiently to keep the guards from becoming friendly with the harem men. They managed to arrange the schedules so the guards who liked to be with men had a period during the night when they could be bedding the young men rather than standing guard at the access points to the harem. The young men were bored enough with life that they would relish any attention they could get. The guards were selected for their strong, muscular bodies.

Indeed, in my need, I had cultivated a strapping black, big-cocked guard myself to relieve me and entertain him during this period in which the guard force had managed to have men who covered men scheduled. The men of the harem certainly didn’t complain.

Rani Peshwar named the night he wanted access and I named the time period in which he could operate and told him where the exit doorways were located behind carpet hangings. I even devised a plan that would enable me to be there to guide him in his coming and going.

I can’t say that I was entirely ignorant of why Rani Peshwar might want access to the palace. The fact that there was unrest across the subcontinent, much of it centered on growing dissatisfaction with the presence of the British and the heavy controlling hand of the East India Company, had reached the harem. Small uprisings were cropping up everywhere in the British-controlled areas and where, as the Maharaja of the Satrap of Sagala had now done, local prince states had allied with the British. Thus far they were isolated and at the nuisance level, but the pot was boiling.

It occurred to me that Rani Peshwar might be an assassin. He certainly had that look and feel about him, and he assassinated my gut each time he penetrated me. It wasn’t lost to me that perhaps he wanted access to the palace to assassinate the maharaja and thus plunge Sagala into chaos. I didn’t really care. I wished him luck getting past Mahmoud if that was his intent, but I held no loyalty to the maharaja—or, truthfully, at this point—to British policy in India. At the same time, though, I refrained from warning him that if he got as far as the maharaja’s bedchamber, he was likely to find an alert, protective, and capable Mahmoud in bed with the monarch, but with weapons near to hand.

As it turned out, I was on the right track but had completely misjudged the scale of Rani Peshwar’s intent.

I was lying, naked, in pillows on a divan in a corner of the large harem room when the big, black guard came to me in the semidark, the gas-lit wall sconces having been turned down low. The general sound across the room was of low moaning of harem young men satisfying themselves or each other or entertaining early-arrived guards and the soft jangling of jewelry bells as bodies were being set in motion by the swaying of the fuck. I was on my back, legs spread and bent, one hand stroking my hard cock and the other working my lubricated and perfumed channel with an ivory dildo when the strapping black appeared in my vision between my legs. As he was accustomed to doing, he stood over me, stripped off his salvar, and then reached down and took over the working of the ivory dildo inside me as he worked up his mammoth cock with his other hand. Then he was on top of me and inside me, with both of us moving our pelvises in countermotion and me pressing my fingernails into his shoulder blades and moaning low to the rhythm of the fuck. He was thick and vigorous and adequate to the task, although no comparison to Rani Peshwar or any number of other lovers I’d had inside me.

The first fuck over and having rested and drunk from flagons I provided, his drugged and mine not, we moved on to the new innovation I had introduced for the last week. There were restraint holds and leather straps all around the sides of the divan. I had suggested the higher pleasure he could receive if he were bound and I rode him. He had agreed and had, indeed, enjoyed the times I’d done it earlier in the week. Now I put him on his back on the divan, bound his wrists to the frame above his head and his ankles to the frame below. I didn’t stint with him. I mounted his hips, facing him, swallowed his erection with my channel, leaned back and grasped his knees with my hands, and rode him hard and fast to an ejaculation. He managed to come but already was fading from the effects of the drug in his drink by the time he was finished.

I gagged him with one of my scarlet sashes in case he woke before I returned and raised questions and objections. Then checking how the others were doing with the effects of the flagons across the room I had drugged, I pulled on a less-revealing salvar than I usually wore and a vest and went to the end of the garden to find Rani Peshwar. There I received a shock. Peshwar wasn’t the only one there. There were a good dozen armed men hunkered down there, waiting for me.

“What—?” I stammered.

“There is no time. Just show us the way,” Peshwar said.

I did so, leading them to the unguarded door of the harem into a palace corridor. The men with him had fanned out around the room but gathered again at the door. I didn’t want to even think about what they had been doing.

“You too,” Peshwar said to me as the men fanned out into the corridor.

“Me?” I asked.

“Yes, you can’t stay here. They will know who let us in.” And then we were off down the corridor, to stairs leading down, and then through other corridors, searching for and finding an entryway to the forecourt. Dozing guards were set upon and dispatched at these doors. The doors were flung open, and a motley horde of insurrectionists, armed with varied weapons, some primitive, until better ones could be torn from the hands of overwhelmed palace guards, poured inside.

At the door, Peshwar turned me over to another man. “Here. Take this Frenchman to the rear. Bind him and hold him for me.”

“Rani,” I cried out in confusion.

“Hush, Frenchman!” Peshwar growled. His repeating of “Frenchman” made me understand. I could not survive here as an Englishman. I had to be someone neutral to the purposes of the insurrectionists. Peshwar was trying to preserve my life. I clamped my jaw shut as the insurrectionist tied my hands behind me.

Peshwar said in Hindi simple enough for me to get the gist of, “We will hold him for hostage. He may have some use for us.” Then he pulled me away from his man for a brief moment. I whispered, “What are you doing, Rani?”

“I am trying to save your life,” he hissed at me. “But, indeed, your only use to anyone but me now is as a hostage. Do what you can to survive. It’s all up to you.”

Just what everyone was telling me. It was what my father told me when he banished me from England. It was what Lord Dinwiddie told me when he abandoned me to life in a harem. And now it was what the snake charmer was telling me as he sent me off into uncertain captivity.

And then Peshwar was gone and I was being led away through the milling, teeming crowd of angry villagers, as flames began to lift up from the roof of the palace.

* * * *

“Hsst. Wake, but don’t make a sound.”

Even in a hoarse whisper, I recognized the voice from somewhere, but when I opened my eyes, it was just another turbaned Indian in a white cotton tunic over a dhoti and a handkerchief over the lower part of his face. Or was it? I was exhausted. Rani Peshwar had left me not long ago to lead his men on a raiding party of a village and he had ravished me before he went. I took great pleasure from it, of course, but when he fucked me, he took everything from me, leaving me a panting, moaning shell, albeit one swimming in his cum.

The man cut the bonds at my wrists, unhooked the cloth covering his face, and then worked at releasing my ankles. We were several yards inside the mountain cave, one of several in this mountain that Rani Peshwar was using as a hideout as his band terrorized the neighboring area. It had been two weeks since they had attacked and burned the Maharaja of the Satrap of Sagala’s palace. I had asked what had happened to the maharaja, but Rani refused to tell me. I didn’t care all that much, although I would be slightly sad to know that Mahmoud had perished.

I gasped when the cloth dropped from the man’s lower face. “Owen,” I exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. “How? When?” My lieutenant, Owen Smythe had dropped out of the heavens.

“Shush,” he pressed. “Wait until we’re well away. I’ll tell you all I know then.”

He helped me to the entrance to the cave. The man left to guard me was lying on his back by the opening, his unseeing eyes looking up at the afternoon sun. I didn’t regret his passing. He had been mean to me, which was probably why Rani had chosen him to stay with me and guard me. He had no interest in men and he had no use for me. His loyalty was to Rani Peshwar, which was as it should be. He kept any but Peshwar away from me. There were plenty of the men in the band who would like to be friendly to me and to use and abuse me, but that hadn’t happened to me. The insurrectionists had come away with some other captives from the harems—young men as well as women, and for several days and nights I’d had to lay here, guarded by this dead man, and listen to their cries farther back inside the cave as, one by one, they were used up. All had been quiet for days now, other than the few hours after the raids, when there would be fresh victims to satiate the insurrectionists’ lusts.

“Come. Down this path. Hurry,” Lieutenant Smythe urged, and, allowing him to help me as I had been sitting or lying in the cave for some days, we scrambled and stumbled down the path to a grove of trees. There it was my time to gasp again.

“Malcolm,” I exclaimed. “How? What?”

But yet again, I wasn’t permitted to query further what the deputy East India Company manager in Delhi, Malcolm Randall, who had taken me to and in the hookah den in Delhi, was doing there, holding the reins of three horses.

“Later, when we’re well away,” Owen said again. “We will stop somewhere safe for you to clothe yourself in something less conspicuous.” I had been wearing just a white cotton salvar since I’d been in the palace harem. My gold jewelry, of course, had been stripped from me as soon as we’d left the palace forecourt. I had regretted the loss of the emerald navel plug. I had spent several hours in boredom in the maharaja’s harem estimating what more I was worth with the emerald than without. When we did stop next, it was only long enough from me to change into a white cotton tunic over a white cotton dhoti and a white turban, with face covering, matching what both Owen and Malcolm were wearing.

We rode until dark, seeing nearly no one on the road or in the fields. All were hiding from the effects of the insurrection across British India. Near twilight, Owen halted the pace. “We must stop. The horses can’t take much more of this.” He pointed to the ruins of a building at the top of a nearby hill, the sides of which had been denuded of whatever crop had been growing there. “We will spend the night up there, if there aren’t others hiding there,” he said. “It’s defensible. A clear view in all directions.”

Ever the soldier, I thought. But what was a British soldier doing out here, I thought, rescuing me? Owen took it upon himself to make sure the ruins were clear before he let Malcolm and me ascend the hill.

There was enough grain left on the verge of the hillside of the ancient ruins of the abandoned Hindu temple for the horses to graze and there was a well in the temple to provide water for the horses and the men. Malcolm saw to the horses, while Owen made a fire and cooked some supper and boiled coffee. It was all I could do to stay conscious as I leaned against one of the horses’ saddles on the stone floor of the small temple.

Over dinner, Owen and Malcolm, together, provided me an explanation for what had transpired.

“The sepoy regiment in Meerut, east of Delhi, set off the tinderbox,” Randall said. “The sepoys there were a Hindi and Urdu mix cavalry unit, which was the backbone of the British native forces in the Delhi region. They wiped out the British there, men, women, and children, in a single night. Your Colonel Franklin was in Meerut at the time.”

“So, he is—?” I started to ask.

“Surely dead, yes,” Owen said.

“He was your superior officer, wasn’t he?” I asked Owen.

“He had been, yes,” Owen answered. “But I had mustered out of the army already. I was on the road.”

“Mustered out of the army?” I asked and looked at him, but he looked away and Randall continued. “Two days later the rebellion had reached Delhi and the slaughter of British nationals continued there. They’ve set up the old Mughal ruler of Delhi, Bahadur Shah Zakar, as the emperor of what they now declare is Hindustan. I doubt he’ll last long. He’s eighty-one, so I think he’ll die of the excitement before the British can depose him, which they surely will do. This rebellion won’t stand.”

“But you were in Delhi, weren’t you?” I asked Randall.

“Yes, but I was able to disappear into the old city and be hidden by Indian friends until I could slip out of Delhi.”

“He caught up to me on the road back to Sagala,” Owen interjected.

“Lord Dinwiddie’s mission?” I asked.

“Yes. They all were still in Delhi,” Randall said in a quiet voice. “I’m sorry, Sean, none of them made it out alive.”

“They’re all dead?” I asked, not believing it.

“Yes—their native men—Vaseem, Ashwin, Basim, and Ahgay—all were spies for the insurrectionists. They murdered your friends in their beds the same night as the sepoy’s rose in Meerut.”

I thought on that several minutes before I could speak again. But, eventually, I needed to hear more about our circumstance. “But you, at least,” I said, turning to Owen. “You survived.”

“Yes,” he answered quietly. “I was already on the road; on my way to Sagala.”

“Why were you coming to Sagala? Why had you left the army?” I asked.

He didn’t answer. He turned away, and then he stood, taken our empty dinner plates with him and went to the well to wash them off.

“He was coming for you,” Randall said.

What could I say? We settled down then, beside each other, Randall and I, as Owen remained separated from us, fussing around with this and that.

I stretched and gave a low moan.

“Are you sore from the ride?” Randall asked.

“I’ve been sore for weeks,” I said, not expounding on the discomfort I’d been put through while with Rani Peshwar’s band. Randall probably didn’t need to be told how I would have been knocked about and abused. He took out his hookah water pipe, loaded it, and took a puff when it was set up. He offered it to me, and I took a puff too. I don’t know if it was loaded with Cannabis or Opium, but it took effect almost immediately. Very quickly I had no worries in the world and I was aroused.

Randall put his arm around me as we passed the pipe back and forth and I didn’t move away from that. I looked in Owen’s direction occasionally, but he was studiously not watching us and was keeping busy—or at least looking like he was. Randall pulled me over into his lap, facing him, and I let him. We were sitting cross-legged, my legs encircling his hips, my heels pressed into his buttocks, and his legs encircling my hips, his heels pressing into my buttocks.

He took a puff from the pipe and I took a puff from the pipe. He kissed me on the lips, and I let him. He puffed on the pipe and I puffed on the pipe. He untied his dhoti at the waist and moved the material to either side, exposing his cock and balls. He was in erection. He puffed on the pipe and I puffed on the pipe. He untied my dhoti at the waist and moved the material to either side, exposing my cock and balls. I was in erection. He wrapped a hand around our bunched cocks and frotted them together, stroking them slowly. I gave a deep sigh and began to pant. He puffed on the hookah and I puffed on the hookah. He took my mouth in a kiss and docked our cocks—pressing the bulbs together in a kiss and pulling his foreskin over my bulb. We rocked back and forth together, and with a moan and a sigh, I came.

Randall repositioned our bodies, and I let him manipulate my body as he wished. We were both leaning on our sides against the saddle, Randall behind me, pulling my body into his. His hard cock was pressed between my closed thighs and he was sliding it in and out, rubbing between my thighs, fucking them. He encircled my chest with an arm and held me close to him. He palmed my belly with the hand of his other arm. I felt the bulb of his cock move up to my entrance. Whatever drug I’d been smoking had aroused me and opened me. Two men, even two men and a dildo could have slid inside me without effort. I gasped and then sighed as he pressed his hand on my belly, pulling me back into his pelvis and onto his cock. He entered me and began a slow pump immediately. I set my hips in motion to work with him.

I looked over to where Owen now was crouched down on his haunches on the other side of the fire, watching Randall fucking me. There was a sadness in his eyes. And a want.

He had come back to Sagala for me. Randall had specifically said it was because of me that Owen had left the army and was on the road back to Sagala. He wanted me. He still wanted me.

Exhilarated, I picked up the pace of fucking Randall back until I’d pulled an ejaculation out of him and we both dozed off, in an embrace.

Later in the night, I extracted myself from Randall’s arms and went to the other side of the temple room, to where Owen was laying on a blanket with another blanket over him. He was just in a loincloth. He snorted but didn’t awake as I turned him on his back and untied and pulled his loincloth aside. He was more awake when I was sucking his cock to an erection. He gave a deep moan and whispered, “Sean.”

“Shush,” I whispered as I moved my body over his, held his erect cock in position, and sank down on it. Long, thick, and hard it made its way to the center of me, to my soft, spongy core, and I rode his cock, holding his arms captive above his head and dipping my face to kiss him on the lips and his nipples, as I raised and lowered myself on him, always keeping his caressing cockhead in the soft zone of my core. We came nearly together. Then I lowered my body on his and nuzzled my face into his throat.

“You came for me. You left the army for me,” I whispered.

“Yes,” he said.

“You want me.”

“Yes,” he admitted.

“But before. You wanted me before but then you pulled away from me. You went with Mercy Ratcliff. You chose a woman.”

“I didn’t choose,” he whispered. “The army chose for me. Colonel Franklin chose for me. He told me I couldn’t have you. That you were a British agent on a mission, a mission that didn’t and wouldn’t include me—a mission you wouldn’t return from, and you were aware of that and accepted it. He commanded me to show interest in Mercy instead. I tried. But in the long run I couldn’t do it. They didn’t tell me what you had to do for the British—that you were being given to Babua Jahan. I couldn’t take it anymore. I resigned from the army and came for you.”

“That’s all that mattered,” I whispered. “You came for me.”

Silence but I was still disturbed by something. “Tonight. You just sat there and watched Randall fuck me.”

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but—?”

“I will never come between you and any pleasure you want to have from another man. I know your nature. I will share, as you want, as long as I can be included. But there’s something else.”

“Oh?”

“I’m a practical man. It’s a matter of survival. Randall said he would come to Sagala with me—that he would help me find you and get you away from the maharaja—and then the Hindu rebels. But only if he could use you. We need him—both you and I need him to survive. And then when you so easily gave yourself to him . . . the hookah . . . the drugs . . . you must be careful.”

“Shush,” I said. “I am a practical man too. I understand. So, I will leave you now.” I did leave him and go back to Randall, who was stirring a bit and muttering in his sleep. I moved back under his embrace and took his lips with mine in a kiss. He woke enough to press his tongue between my lips and for his loins to stir. Within minutes, he rolled over on top of me and was hard again. I opened my legs to him, pressing the heels of my feet under his buttocks cheeks and taking him inside me. Only half awake, he was fucking me again.

In the morning, Owen had breakfast ready for us when Randall woke and rolled off me. Over breakfast, we took stock.

“I have no idea where we are and, I admit, little idea what to do from here,” Owen said. “The British are still solid in Bombay. If we can get there, we should be safe, at least for a while. But we are a long way from there.”

“Certainly a long way around if we stay in British territory,” Randall said. “And it isn’t safe in British territory up here in the northwest. I do know where we are, though. We are on the border of Rajputana Holkar.”

Rajputana Holkar was the large, anti-Britain Hindu state that we’d had to skirt around to get to Delhi from Bombay.

“We have to stay out of there,” Owen said. “This is a Hindu rebellion. They won’t take kindly to Englishmen trying to transit their territory—even less now than when we were going to Delhi.”

“Not necessarily,” Randall said in a quiet voice. “You didn’t have me as a guide then. You do now.”

“You are an official of the British India Company. That’s the enemy of the Hindus now.”

“But I myself am not an enemy of Rajputana Holkar,” Randall said. “I could get us safely through the state and then we’d be close to Bombay.” He wouldn’t explain further, but he didn’t need to. Randall was a schemer and a survivor. He had the look and instincts of a fox. It was clear that he must be a spy of the Hindu rulers of Rajputana Holkar in the East India Company management.

“So, you can get us safe passage across the Hindu state,” Owen said, showing that he wouldn’t ask further and that he wouldn’t balk at the offer.

“Yes, for a price—an additional price,” Randall said, his fingers playing with the material of my tunic to convey that he wanted the use of me but he wanted something else too to help us.

“What price?” Owen asked, a hardness entering his voice.

“I don’t know if young Sean realizes it, but someone in England had lodged a hefty sum in his name in the East India Company bank in India. He can access that in Bombay. I want half of what is in that account when I deliver you both safely to Bombay.”

“Sean, what do you know of this?” Owen said, looking at me.

I laughed. How ironic, I thought. My biological father sent me out here to get rid of me. No doubt the Earl of Heathdon would have been pleased if I had perished already in the Sepoy Rebellion. How ironic that it might be the support deal he had struck with me that kept me alive. “I know of money being deposited for me here monthly,” I said, “but I have no knowledge how much it is. And, not knowing, I have no trouble giving half of it away if it gets Owen and me to safety.”

“There is one thing, though. Do you both speak French well enough to pass as French with a Hindu?” Randall asked.

Owen nodded that he did, and I answered, “I’ve been French, and have convinced Hindu insurrectionists that I was, since I was captured at the palace in Sagala.”

“All right, then,” Randall said. “Shall we enter Rajputana Holkar boldly and with a smile? I’ll do the talking.”

Randall was good to his word. He could get us across the Hindu state. In turn, Owen and I were happy to forget that he was able to do this. Three weeks later, we stood outside the train shed in Kallian, twenty-five miles short of Bombay and once more on British India soil, waiting for the train to take us into Bombay.

* * * *

The three of us stood, uncertain what to do next, on the docks in Bombay. The port was as busy and as teeming with people—mostly small brown Indian men—as it had been when we’d arrived here by ship months earlier. There was little evidence that there was a bloody anti-British rebellion going on in the north in which English men, women, and children were being hunted down and slaughtered. None of the three of us could say Bombay would escape the rebellion, however. The whole Indian subcontinent was a tinderbox and no one knew where the uprisings would appear next. We had been off on our individual missions and had met, by agreement, here by the docks owned by the East India Company.

“Did you get your money?” Owen asked me.

“Yes,” Malcolm Randall and I answered in unison, although both of us spoke as in shock.

“Mine is verified and half has been transferred to Malcolm, as agreed,” I said. “It was a lot more than I imagined it would be. And you. Did you find the Ratcliffs?” I almost didn’t want to ask. Owen had said he would call on them to say that there was nothing going in a relationship with Mercy, although of course he wouldn’t say that he preferred men in general and me in particular.

“I called on their residence, but they are gone,” Owen answered. “Back to England, I understand. They left even before the rebellion broke out, the doctor having read the unrest as not to their liking. I must say that it was smart of him.”

“So, Mercy is out of your life without the need for explanation.”

“Yes,” Owen answered. “Apparently she married and they took the young man with them. She’s with child, I was told.”

“Yours?” Malcolm asked.

“Possibly,” Owen said. “But another man has taken on that burden. So, I’m free. But free to do what? To go where? I supposed I could take my commission back. They need all of the officers here now they can get.”

“I agree with the Ratcliffs,” I said. I was looking at the ship docked right in front of our eyes.

“You seem concerned about something, Malcolm,” Owen said. “Were you not satisfied with the amount Sean gave you?”

“No, that was fine. Very fine. More than I had thought it would be. But the question is where to send it.”

“Where to send it? I don’t understand,” Owen said.

“I need to send it out of the country—somewhere else. While I was at the East India Company offices, I learned that the company is folding. Almost immediately. The rebellion was the last straw in its ability to operate in India. Sean will have to send his account elsewhere too if he doesn’t want to risk losing it by leaving it in India. The company can still send it somewhere, though. But where? It means I have to find other employment too—preferably outside of India considering the continued unrest here.”

“Just a few minutes, please. Let me check something,” I said. We’d been standing and looking at the merchant ship, Orynthia, owned by the East India Company. The same ship we had sailed here on from England. And there, at the top of the gangplank, was the same Sikh first officer we had sailed with and who had ridden me on the waves. Before the other two could say anything, I was off, striding up the gangplank. The first officer beamed a smile at me to welcome me aboard.

“Hello there, Abhijeet,” I called out to the Sikh first officer of the Orynthia, Abhijeet Singh.

He hailed me back. We spoke for several minutes and then I came back to the dock.

“She is sailing for Singapore from here,” I reported. “We can book passage. I can pay for it out of the East India Company account here and send the rest to Singapore. Would you like to live in Singapore, Owen? Abhijeet says he can even arrange for our names not to be on the manifest if we don’t want our departure from India to be recorded. If we want to essentially disappear, we could become just more names on the massacre list.”

“The sounds interesting,” he answered. “But what would I do there? I suppose I could get an army commission there, but they may not permit me to stay in Singapore. I don’t know if you’d follow me.”

“I’ll follow you anywhere you go as long as you permit me too,” I answered.

“What would you do in Singapore?” he asked.

“I could do what I know best. I wonder if they have room for one more male brothel there.”

Owen and Malcolm both laughed. “There’s always room for male brothels in the Orient,” Malcolm said. “And that sounds enticing. Would you perhaps be interested in another partner? I have money to invest now.”

“Would you and Malcolm be able to gather enough money to open one? And what would I do in a male brothel?” Owen asked.

“Need you ask, as endowed as you are?” I said. “A handsome hung Westerner would be a favorite of the local submissive men, I would think. And you could be the enforcer of order. As far as money, I’m sure I can get whatever we need. I’m sure my father would be happy to send money to Singapore to keep me in Singapore and out of England.”

“If it’s to be Singapore then,” Malcolm said, “I’ll go back to the company offices and arrange for our funds to be transferred—all but what we each put in for passage on the Orynthia. I’ll, of course, pay my own passage.”

“As will I,” Owen chimed in.

As we watched Malcolm walk off, Owen asked another question. “Singh is being awfully helpful. He wants something for that, doesn’t he?”

“He wants what you suppose he wants,” I answered. “And he gives satisfaction. Do you object to that?”

“Certainly not. I’ve already told you that.”

My obligation to Malcolm had ended, even though it now seemed he would be sailing with us and doing business with us. I had room on my card for Singh. And I was already feeling myself going hard at the thought of Singh and the fuck positions built into the ship’s bow spars.

Five days later, the first day out of port, that’s where we were, Singh, Owen, and I, at the bow of the boat, where the bow spar jutted out over the water with the figurehead nestled under the spar, in the dark. I was standing at the bow, looking out over the water the Orynthia was slicing through. Abhijeet Singh was standing behind me, embracing me close. Both of us were naked. One of Abhijeet’s arms was wrapped around my belly and the other one around my chest, the hand of that arm cupped my chin and pulled my head into the hollow where his muscular arm flowed into his bulging bicep. His huge cock was pressing, insistently, at the small of my back.

He lifted me, sliding me up his body, with the arm encasing my belly, and then, as I panted and begged for his cock, he lowered me on his shaft, the bulb having found purchase inside my entrance and the thick, long cock following behind, moving up into me, deep. Owen, magnificently naked and smiling, appeared before me. He came in close, grasping my thighs and raising and spreading them. Abhijeet shifted his hips, rolling my pelvis up. Then I was panting hard and crying into the wind, as Owen entered me as well, his long, thick cock forcing itself inside me, sliding over Abhijeet’s throbbing shaft.

Both cocks, Owen’s slightly longer than Abhijeet’s and Abhijeet’s slightly thicker than Owen’s, fought their way to the soft core of me, where they made love to my spongy insides and to each other in a counter rhythm of thrust and retreat. I writhed between them, crying out my total taking, cursing them and praising them, begging them for mercy and begging them for more, deeper, harder. They worked me expertly for some time, working to come together. I was the first to give, my spouting sending Abhijeet off and then Owen. I collapsed between them, and the two of them kept pumping me until they had gone half hard.

We stood there, looking out to sea, arm in arm, me in the middle, as we recovered. Abhijeet had found a source in Bombay for Horace Walpole’s magic arousal enhancing cigars, and we each smoked one.

Then Owen laid me on my back on the bow spar, my legs raised and spread, my feet fastened in the rigging, my arms over my head, grabbing hand holds along the bow spar over the foaming sea, stepped up between my spread legs, thrust inside me, and laid me good, spending considerable time mining my soft core and listening to me sing and yodel before he added to the cum deposit he and the Sikh had made when doubling me. Then he stepped back and Abhidjeet replaced him, turning me on the bow sprint, so that my dick and balls fit in the accommodating padded hole in the bow sprint, my hands found the overhead hand holds again, and, my legs bent, my feet found the footholds on either side of the figurehead. And he pounded me to glory, taking an installment for the help he was providing in getting us to Singapore.

Malcolm Randall was back in his cabin, puffing on his hookah, and stroking his own cock. I would not ignore him, though. I enjoyed puffing on his hookah as well and being frotted, and docked, and fucked by him. It was a long voyage to Singapore, and I needed to keep in practice if I was going to open and run a male brothel there.

– FINI –

Five Hours of Taste

-I will tell you what I mean, Noah.

-Tell me whatever you want, Seth. Anything you ask me, I’ll do for you.

-Well, first, I’d like you to have nothing on the rest of today.

-It’s a deal, sweetheart. I’ll be totally nude till tomorrow. What else?

-Now I want you to go to your room as every day to watch porn, but I wanna go with you. And the moment you’re sitting comfortably in your chair, I’ll kneel on the floor and take your cock into my mouth and will suck it and won’t stop till it is 9 o’clock, unless you tell me of course that your balls are really tired and you want me to stop.

-I’ll put my balls to test for you today. You want them to work and they will be the whole afternoon working for you. Oh, what a wonderful brother I’m lucky to have. Nobody in the world would suck a cock for five hours. I really hope you allow me to do anything for your fun soon, Seth.

-It’s not necessary, Noah. One other thing: of course in five hours, you will need to piss a couple of times at least. In that case, just tell me: I have to piss and I will withdraw your dick from my mouth so you can go to the toilet and piss. Once you’ve pissed, just wash your dick a bit, return to your bedroom and stick your sexy cock where you must: in your pleasing brother’s mouth and I will resume the five-hour blowjob.

-Good, Seth, but first kiss me –and again I felt Noah’s lips locked in mine as if I had always been his boyfriend-. The fun you wanna give me is supreme and I’d like to live it. But listen to me, Seth, either you do what I’m gonna tell you now or you won’t suck my cock again, a pity for both, believe me.

-What do you mean?

-You will also enter my bedroom with nothing on and I will be constantly touching you. And I think it will be very difficult to masturbate a kneeling brother but at least at dinner you must allow me to jack you off. You decide: either you do that or you won’t give me a five-hour blowjob, Seth.

-I see I have no more chance, Noah. Ok, I agree.

-So take everything off before going to my bedroom to have fun both of us.

I did not want to strip but I knew that unless I did, he would not let me enjoy his dick for five hours as I wanted. So as I was taking off my T-shirt, I thought again that instead of having a selfish brother, he was persuading me that all he wanted was my fun and that’s why he had consented to a five-hour blowjob, something that would make his balls really exhausted. As I was removing shoes and socks, I told him that if he saw he couldn’t cum more times, he could tell me and at least I could give him this fun every day, but a shorter time. Noah started to touch me now and told me: you have to allow me, Seth.

-And now take off pants and briefs, and don’t fear anything. Remember I’ve got used to watching your dick masturbating over and over again and you even showed me your ass yesterday.

All he said was true, so at last I was showing Noah a completely naked body. Sweetly he started now fondling my balls and telling me.

-My balls will not stop working today for you; but I hope yours are also working all the afternoon. I mean that I want you to constantly masturbate or it will be me doing it to you –and he really started to wank me now.

-Stop, Noah, please –I told him with a  trembling voice, cause just the feel of Seth’s hand on my dick was making me cum, I was cumming!

-Good, Seth, I have finally made you cum. Now we can both head to my bedroom.

Both brothers totally nude and totally hard entered Noah’s room at last. I knelt on the floor and took his tasty dick into my mouth at once as he was searching for porn. As he did, I started jacking off. Of course I really wanted to do it, with Noah’s tasty dick in my mouth, but I wanked frenetically for fear he would masturbate me one more time. He’d already done it and sincerely, I didn’t need more handjobs from him.

The worst thing when you lick a tasty chocolate is that sooner or later it melts, but the chocolate I was licking right now, my brother’s dick, could be licked for hours and never melt. It was my task to keep it hard, that’s all.

I felt Noah’s moans as he was searching for porn and I could not see it, but could hear it and was surprised, so I asked him.

-Are you looking at gay porn today, Noah?

-Seth, what the hell do you expect me to search today when I have a hot naked boy here kneeling on the floor and with my dick in his mouth? A hot boy who’s already sucked my dick and wanna keep on doing it for five hours? It’s impossible for me to tell you how sexy you look, Seth, and what a hot body you have. Since I’m a narcissist, you might be thinking it’s just selfish words to have you on fire and keep on giving me this fun, but no, Seth, I mean it. I’ve never seen anybody as sexy as you and I repeat I’d do anything for you.

-And you’re doing it, Noah, allowing your brother to be here sucking your cock –just then I felt a little liquid falling to my throat for the first time that afternoon. It was very little but I expected many more savoury rivers of his juice, so I should keep on working.

-You’re so damn good, Seth, my God! Here you have me spilling semen for you and I hope you don’t get tired. I only promise I will cum as much as you want me to cum.

And now Noah did start to touch me all over. Well, I didn’t need it, but I knew well this way he’d feel less selfish and would allow me to continue and I really felt he liked touching me erotically. In that moment I came to the conclusion that my brother was the only one I needed after now and if I could become engaged to such a hot guy, I’d need no girls after now. As if he knew was I was thinking, he really came in that moment. He was for half a minute throwing jizz into my stomach, now it was not just a little stream. And finally he told me.

-Seth, stop just one minute. Now I really have to piss.

He stood up then. I felt empty without my brother’s cock in my mouth for just five minutes. The bathroom door was open and I could see him piss and later I saw him washing his cock meticulously and then he returned to me, and knowing what I wanted and as I was waiting for him with open mouth, he just sat one more time and stuck his dick again into my mouth. So at last I could resume this endless blowjob but even if it was not easy in the position he was, he managed to find my cock and jack me off.

Well, I didn’t need it but I knew Noah wanted to and probably wouldn’t let me continue unless he masturbated me, so I didn’t think much about it and kept on tasting his savoury dick.

Now I could notice that he was watching many short gay movies and still masturbating me, he started to talk.

-No matter how many boys I am watching, Seth. None can be sexier than my brother. I only miss the thrill of being allowed to return you the pleasure. For I cannot find any movie in which a boy sucks a boy’s cock for five hours. This is an experience I can only live with you. Thanks, Seth.

-Enjoy, Noah.

Sometimes I moved my tongue to his balls, also really scrumptious and it was a way to calm them and make them work and cum more times. I was also going up slowly once and again to his dick, learning how to move a tongue, for I was sure I wanted to give him blowjobs every day. As if he knew what I was thinking, he came again and again it was a river.

-I won’t get tired unless you get tired, Seth. Oh, I should forget girls. No one will make me feel what you make me feel, brother.

So far I had been sucking his cock for only an hour and a half. I was learning what I really needed in sex and even in love, for if he were not my brother, and heterosexual, I’d choose him as my partner. So the other three and a half hours, I showed him my devotion, never tired of giving him fun and hearing his pleasant moans that as hours passed, were becoming yells. He told me he was discovering the nerves of his dick today and the more he came, the funnier it was to feel my tongue. Hours were passing and I knew well that if it weren’t because his balls would of course suffer, I would suck his cock for twenty-four hours one other day.

Noah stood up to piss five more times and I cannot count how many loads he blasted, sometimes short streams, sometimes real rivers of cum.

-Oh, thank you, thank you, Seth –that’s all he could say from time to time and I noticed I was killing him with pleasure but he was determined to keep on pleasing me for five hours as I had asked him.

-Don’t worry, Noah. Other days your dick and balls will also enjoy, but for a shorter time, so they don’t suffer.

-I’m a victim in the holocaust of pleasure with you, my dear Seth and I’m suffering, that’s true but also burning in fun. Now we’ve reached five hours, Seth. This is my last cum, here you are, aahhhggg! And now please stop.

I drank his last torrent today. It had been five hours of taste, five hours getting to know what I really needed from now on.

-And now, let’s have dinner, Seth.

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Bedbound

He wasn’t home yet, but knew he was now pointed in that direction and since losing Timmy there was little to keep him rooted in that jungle. Each had been bundled and carried from this green hell with no options, with no choice but without regrets.

Timmy had added a lightness, an illusive sense of infallibility knowing he was always at Leroy’s left, that new appendage he had grown and now depended on, this rudder steering him past any misgivings, an anchor settling that restlessness he had felt since leaving Town.

These changes experienced with Timmy completely tweaked the dulling details of that daily grind, mastering the mundane needs of eating, sleeping and remaining invisible, the grunt life demanding abject obedience to any Commanding Officer whether wearing stripes for dubious past exploits or kowtowing to a daily designated overseer picked from that platoon to manage dreary work details deemed necessary, right here and right now.

This drudgery was only underlined by that sense of insecurity of your surroundings, keeping everyone on edge, those reports of skirmishes, maneuvers and ever-changing assignments squawked from that green box that were never good, reinforcing a constant of pure anxiety of The Enemy which included everyone, even those disembodied voices detailing life or death decisions from a universe not resembling their existence in the least, merely a pin prick on that map tacked to a wall in some faraway bunker.

The body count and ammo rounds, the acreage of pristine jungle sporting napalmed scars across the breadth of the country, all on a steady upward creep, were the only benchmarks recognized for winning this fruitless war.

Those fears, frustration and boredom made for a tinderbox and the slightest spark could set a night aflame.

It had happened in other platoons, those stories shared in hushed tones, some boastful braying of the barbarity inflicted on those surrounding villages and local population, overlooked if not sanctioned from the highest brass to your platoon Sargent causing more than one throw down, gratuitous violence too hard to stomach and the more overt depravity impossible to excuse, and so his own platoon had decreed that the events of the day were never to be addressed around those nightly fires.

Leroy reluctantly would join in these circle jerks more in need of the distraction of company then to partake in the communal sharing of that weeks’ supply of drugs procured from passing platoons, scored in the back streets of Phuket or thrown to shore from some passing sampan, a quick but long established rendezvous as payoff to slip past the soldiers and sailors patrolling these shores.

He hadn’t done much with drugs when back in Town, would drink a few too many beers with the team, would smoke a few cigarettes and had even tried what he now knew was the worst “grass”, clearly shelved and then shipped to the Northeast from somewhere on the West Coast after they had smoked all the good shit coming in from Hawaii.

Once in Vietnam he clearly understood that desire to escape, that need to withdraw from this moment and numb your mind to those horrors surrounding you, but Leroy could not avoid seeing the ravages drugs would do to even the gentlest minds.

The soldiers in his platoon were a nationwide sampling of cultures, religions and physical types yet there was no rationale for those effects or the expression of sublimated desires, drives kept in check only under that masking salve applied liberally by family and society, now refracted in a telling gesture or a slip of the tongue.

Leroy had nurtured a fragile ability to trust in those months among this platoon of strangers patrolling uncharted jungle byways to addressing any challenges that they might stumble upon, whether a churning stream force fed by that last storm or placid Villagers pointedly ignoring them as they trod thru the center square surrounded by barking dogs and squealing children excited by this apparition wrapped in green, guns and more gear than any of those villagers might ever see again.

Today, literally bed bound, his only companions these machines whirring and bleeping in time, in lockstep toward a future he could not know, Leroy was less interested in those not so long ago memories than his fragile health status and very slim probability of full recovery.

Initially the little they could do was to keep him as comfortable as possible, best achieved by over-medicating him with painkillers, numbing him to this new physical reality.

Leroy soon schooled himself in this new jargon, that medical shorthand barked between seasoned nursing staff and these medical military trainees, the instructions and oversight by dour doctors quickly scribbled onto status sheets hung from the end of his bed, that clicking of ballpoint pens the only indication his care and comfort was being considered, assessed in monosyllabic half questions peppered at any attending nursing staff.

The newness of this foreign language and unseen landscape of his hospital room, this challenge to keep himself aware, to comprehend his status and slow recovery, mirrored those shifting surroundings and fast friendships that had kept his platoon shielded as they pinballed from the known into complete uncertainty, their resentful obedience of military protocol morphing to that unceremonious collapse at day’s end for a meal and restless sleep, strangers relying on this new band of brothers to ward off all perceived threats or actual enemy.

At the helm and gently holding his heart in his cupped calloused hands had been Timmy, this man-child so like himself that Leroy saw his own hesitation and longings in the most casual movements, his reflection swimming in those blue pools of crystalline calm lakes, those eyes so unlike his own, that lanky freckled body almost translucent when these men would strip and take a long needed bath, released from the constraints of their combat costumes and imposed dictates of military machismo, that identity of infallibility laying languid in piles stream-side as they played.

It was in these too few moments that Leroy and Timmy could be childlike, unfettered, completely exposed and marveling in their virility and vulnerability outside the constraints of that group think, reveling in their admiration and youthful passion.

To Be Continued

After the plumber released a month’s worth of his man juice that he’d been storing ever since his wife refused to have sex, I felt even happier than before. I was so cum drunk it made me feel like nothing could stop me now. There was still some time until Aiden and I would compare our devotion to being bottomless cock sleeves, but now I was confident about my strength. I had to win this and so I needed to get going. Before leaving the house, I threw on some comfortable shoes and a tank top. I debated on changing the jock, but it felt like a good luck charm from Tayo. Besides, the scent of my best friend’s balls wafting from it was too delicious to give up. I couldn’t wait to stick my face in his musky nuts again. I’d probably do so next week when we come back to school. 

I left the house, aware of the next target. Just around the block lived a family of Mexicans who I fooled around with often. They were dad and son called Rafael and Diego Galvez. When we first met, I topped Diego’s father while he was watching. The older man’s hole was one of my favorites, but tonight I was on bottom duty. 

The latino pair were not the most handsome guys I’ve ever seen, they were actually kind of ugly in the face department. Nonetheless, they were extremely sweet, well built and fucked like wild stallions. Not to mention the incest factor which I found equally arousing as when I had sex with my own father. I thought that maybe I should invite Raf and Diego for some double family fucking someday. 

For now, a quickie had to do. I found the duo at their garage, covered in dirt and grime from the work they’ve been doing. Both of them loved old cars and they made it their yearly tradition to restore a used model to its former glory. This one seemed to be an old school pickup truck and it was coming along nicely. Had I seen it in the driveway, I wouldn’t even suspect it’s ever been broken. 

“Hi there, boys” I greeted them, stepping into the garage. Raf emerged from the back, while Diego turned away from the engine he’d been tweaking. “Are you in a mood for a little break?” I teased playfully. 

“You betcha, bro!” Diego gave me a hug and slapped my butt. He smelled of sweat and metal. Somehow that turned me on. “You want a beer?” 

“Nah, thanks, I’m kind of in a rush. Wanna get my hole filled tonight. Would love to hang out on the weekend, though.” 

“Don’t worry, we’ve seen the stuff you’ve been up to today.” Raf chimed in. “We’ll be happy to help you out, buddy”. 

Such fucking wholesome neighbors. 

“You like our truck?” Diego asked with unmistakable pride. 

“Fuck yeah man, it’s awesome. Can’t wait for you to take me on a ride.”

“Well, we’re not quite there yet but we can take you on a ride in the back…” Raf proposed. 

“Hell yeah,  let’s break her in!” his son seconded enthusiastically. 

Soon enough, we found ourselves in the back of their polished truck. A few pillows and a stained blanket were spread out there, which suggested it wasn’t the boys’ first test ride. Diego didn’t like to waste time and already jumped out of his pants. The only thing he was wearing was a torn denim vest that made his sweaty, slightly muscular torso appear even sexier. His dad didn’t leave anything on, other than his red hat covering the baldness of his head. The dad and son team were feeling me up and down now, two pairs of dirty hands playing with my body like I was their toy. Well, that wasn’t far from the truth. 

“Hey Raf, I bet you got quite sweaty working all day, huh?” I asked, which made the older man perk up and show off his toned body from me. 

“Hell yeah, boy. Been a hot day, too. You know we don’t tend to wear deodorant.” He replied. I knew what the couple liked to mess around with and noticed how Diego’s dick came to life at the mere mention of that kind of thing.

“Why don’t you let your son check it out?” I asked, my hand straying towards the younger stud’s cock and balls. He responded to my touch with an excited shiver. His dick filled my hand nicely. I was mesmerized by its big head and bulging veins. 

“Fuck yeah, dad, lemme try” Diego exclaimed with great enthusiasm and as soon as his father lifted up his arm for him, his tongue was already sliding up and down his old man’s ripe hairy pit. I didn’t have to get any closer to feel the manly scent from where I was. There was something extraordinary about the Galvez men and their sweat that never turned into an unpleasant stink. Instead, they radiated pure pheromones, an intoxicating mixture of testosterone and musk. Having it enter my nostrils again made me drop down and take Diego’s painfully hard prick into my mouth. Down there he smelled just as amazing, tempting me to deepthroat him as best I could. With no problems, I took him in until my nose was buried in his dark pubes. I took a whiff so hard I almost passed out right there, only the drive to give and receive more pleasure holding me awake. 

“Fuck yeah, lick your daddy’s sweaty pits, pig” Raf said, making Diego groan. By the sound of their voices, I could tell they were super into it. After a few minutes, we switched positions. I lay down on my back and my neighbors lifted my legs up, preparing to enter me. I couldn’t wait and squirmed like a girl when the sweaty daddy started teasing my hole by running his finger in circles around the plug that was still keeping the floodgates shut. In the meantime, his son climbed on top of me to squat over my face. Now it was his hairy hole I was focusing on – a sight I could fall in love with. Diego’s tight pucker was circled by a beautiful bush of dark fur. I felt my cock get sticky with precum at the thought that his beautiful hole was going to be mine to indulge in. And so it was. He sat on me and simultaneously his dad shoved his erection into my other end. 

Raf was a rough fucker. He knew he didn’t have to hold back on me. I felt like on the verge of heaven, the taste and smell of Diego’s hole stimulating me into throbbing so much my dick escaped the jockstrap. Raf grabbed it and started tugging on my hard on, making me moan into his son’s anus. I continued to lap his hole, drawing circles with my wet tongue, slipping it inside him and feeling his tight opening twitch playfully. 

“Got a good idea.” Raf said suddenly and stopped plowing me. He made me stand up and took my place on the bottom, then invited me to sit on his cock again. When I did, he pulled me closer. I lost my balance and collapsed on top of him. Being face to face, we began making out vigorously. He was such a good kisser, his stubble scratching my skin just the way his pubes were scratching my ass cheeks. 

When he placed his arms behind his back, I caught yet another whiff of his pits, glistening with fresh sweat and his son’s saliva. The scent was natural poppers. 

Lost in the sensation, I didn’t catch on to what they had planned. I was unaware up until Diego’s fat cock entered me. The two men were now stretching my insides to a new extent. I could only respond with panting and uncontrollable moans. 

“Fuck, son, I love the feeling of your cock sliding against mine inside this sloppy hole” Raf said with pride in his voice. He loved his son so much. 

“Hell yeah, dad” Diego replied and lay down on top of me, squishing me in between them. I was fighting to catch my breath and adjust to the new feeling. 

They didn’t give me time for that. When they started thrusting, my moans could be heard in the entire neighborhood. Two cocks were wrecking my cunt like there was no tomorrow. 

“Harder, son” Raf encouraged. “Let’s make sure this whore has the loosest pussy in town”. 

“We’ll fill him up so good, daddy.” Diego seemed to have increased his speed even further, violating every inch of my guts. “This cockslut loves getting trashed by our dad and son team, doesn’t he?” 

Their hard fuck tools were sending me into a trance. I was losing control over myself, getting totally lost in their scent, overpowering all my senses. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” I heard myself cry out. 

“I think he asks for more, son.” 

They kept slamming into me without mercy, every inch of our skin dripping sweat, our hands intertwined, the room filled with unfiltered grunts and wet slapping sounds. I was filled to the limit, feeling like I was going to pop like a balloon. Instead, my cock started shooting impressive amounts of semen, flooding Raf’s face. At the same time, my ass started contracting, if you could even call it that given how stretched it was. Nonetheless, the erratic movement of my body caused the boys’ rubbing cocks to shoot into me. Their orgasms were intense and two swollen cocks shooting their respective loads felt like having two garden hoses inserted up my bum. They never stopped thrusting, sending wave after wave of post-nut pleasure through my pussy. 

When I thought they were done, Diego surprised me by accelerating instead of pulling out. 

“You’re… gonna.. fucking… win this” he screamed out as if it was a battlecry and started cumming again, filling my guts to the brim. I was sure there was absolutely nothing left in his balls at that point and seconds later, he collapsed into his father’s arms, exhausted. The duo cuddled, their hairy bodies sticking together in the messy pool of sweat and cum they produced. I looked at them with warmth filling both my heart and my hole. 

I left them to themselves and as I was about to leave, I heard a car pull up in the driveway. A familiar head was sticking out of the passenger window. 

“Yo, need a lift to town?” 

It was Adam with the rest of the squad. I hopped inside the car and noticed they were all wearing neon colored jockstraps and crop tops, like they were going to a party. I felt slightly underdressed. 

The boys kept hyping me up as we were driving through town, my heavy belly ready to be unplugged and released today’s worth of semen. I was nervous nonetheless, knowing that Aiden was a formidable opponent. 

When we arrived, there was already a small crowd gathered on the square behind the school. Most of them were wearing sexy underwear, harnesses and other accessories. It looked like a fully fledged party and I was sure it was going to turn into an orgy after the competition was settled. 

A bunch of guys, some of which I knew from school, the others complete strangers, ran over to me and cheered or expressed their admiration. 

When we reached the central part of thr area, I noticed someone set several glass jars on the floor, divided into two groups. I was well aware of their purpose. 

My heart was pounding in my chest with every passing minute. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, Aiden appeared with his squad. He was wearing a black jockstrap, contrasting with mine that was white. We stood eye to eye for a few seconds, gleaming with determination. Then, it was finally time to settle this. 

My friends assisted me as I squatted over the first jar. I was facing Aiden, able to monitor his progress. We removed our butt plugs simultaneously, like mirror images. 

The crowd went wild. 

I could see how streams of white liquid drained from Aiden’s loosened hole, filling the first jar in a matter of seconds. His pals moved onto the next jar swiftly, wasting no seed. 

I wasn’t far behind. The force of gravity worked its magic as wave after wave of cum left my guts, filling the air with a pungent smell. The crowd was cheering for both me and Aiden. 

My rival’s belly was decreasing in size as he produced each jar of spunk from his insides. Soon, each of us filled twelve jars and we were down to the thirteenth one. I could feel it was the end of the road for me as I clutched my belly, trying to squeeze out any leftover milk I could still hold within. My bussy was gaping wide and the last drops hit the jar. 

“I think you’re done, bro” Adam said. “Good job, buddy!” 

All I could see was Aiden standing up and his last jar filled about halfway. At that moment I realized I had lost. The crowd was screaming like wild animals, but for me time stopped. I was finished. 

Then, I felt a hand grab my shoulder, then another one. Like in slow motion, I saw my friends jumping up and down and yelling incomprehensibly at me. Then I looked at the jar. Perfectly full, filled to the brim. 

I won. 

Aiden was standing in the middle with a disappointed expression. Seeing him like this was more than satisfactory to me. I closed the distance between us and grabbed him by the back of his head. 

“Looks like you’re not as good as you thought you were, huh?” I said loudly, aware everyone was watching the scene. Aiden didn’t say anything. I pushed him to his knees. He didn’t put up a fight. He knew I had the right to. 

“Open wide, pretty boy” I told him and he complied, sticking his tongue out. He looked quite adorable like that. Seeing him submit along with the adrenaline rushing through my veins got my cock rock hard. 

I spit into Aiden’s open mouth and he swallowed. The look of his face revealed both his humiliation and anger as well as strange satisfaction. A part of him was enjoying this. 

“Why don’t you tell everyone who won, huh?” 

“Charlie won the competition” Aiden exclaimed for everyone to see, never taking his eyes off of me. “He took more loads than I did, he’s the superior cumdump.”

It surprised me how easily he turned into an obedient boy and I was going to test him further. I dropped the jockstrap, now standing naked in front of everyone, my hard dick pointing upwards. I aimed it for Aiden’s mouth. 

The hot stream of my piss hit his face and flowed down his body, drenching him. He tried to catch some of the liquid in his open mouth and swallowed a gulp. The crowd was going insane watching the show. 

“You liked that, pig?” I asked. Aiden nodded, glistening after the shower he’d just received. 

Without giving him any time to recover, I grabbed his damp hair and pushed my erection down his throat. He gagged but I didn’t stop until my whole shaft entered him. I knew he was a seasoned cocksucker. He could take it.

I felt my tool hit the back of his throat repeatedly as I began to skull fuck him. I bobbed his head on my length, not holding back. Aiden was drooling and choking, covering my dick with dripping mucus, making the penetration easier. I thrusted into him mercilessly and when I felt the climax approached, I held his head with my hands and kept it in place, his nose buried in my pubes. I shot the biggest load of the day straight down his throat. He was forced to swallow it to the last drop. 

When my sticky cock slid out of him, I noticed something warm on my calf and feet. I looked down and realized Aiden had just shot his load all over the sidewalk and my legs. 

“Get down and clean me up, whore.” I commanded. He immediately dove face first to the ground and started licking his own spunk from my leg, then my feet. His tongue felt wet and warm against my toes as he cleaned every bit. 

The party was in full bloom. Guys were sucking, jerking and fucking all around. The cum jars that Aiden and I filled were being distributed around like a shared beverage, the guys fighting to get a sip of that man seed released from our holes. All twenty six of the jars were empty again before long, the delicious milk back where it belonged – inside horny boys. Adam, Hector and Tayo were busy fucking Aiden’s friends. It was their second hand victory, since I dominated Aiden, they were allowed to do the same to his team. I watched their show for a while before feeling the fatigue catch up after the whole day of fucking around. 

When I got home, Dad was balls deep inside the plumber. Seems like they had a lot of fun fixing the pipe. I exchanged a few words with my father as he was plowing the other man and proceeded to my room, exhausted and ready for the well deserved rest. When I entered, Aiden was already inside as well, sprawled across the double sized bed. His loose boy pussy was exposed to my view. If I wasn’t so tired, I’d probably play with him more, but in the state I was in I only gave the sloppy hole a few licks, just for the taste. Aiden growled. 

“You fucked me up good today.” He said in a slightly annoyed tone. 

“You had it coming. Shouldn’t have provoked me if you couldn’t keep up.” I replied while crawling next to him into bed. He leaned in and kissed me. It tasted of everything he had in his mouth before, mostly my cock. It was a rough but somewhat passionate kiss. It let me know without words that Aiden enjoyed our little competition, even if he lost after all. He’d just be grumpy about it for a few days. 

“Is your asshole as open as mine?” He asked, breaking the kiss. I nodded. 

“I’m gonna be gaping for a few more hours. Love that feeling of having a wrecked hole.”

“You were so fucking hot when you fucked my face” he admitted. “I didn’t know you had it in you, softie.”

He always called me that. Just because out of the two of us, I was the nice one while he was the bad boy. 

“Well, we’re twin brothers after all” I said. “We have some things in common, I guess.”

“Big cocks and open holes” he said through a yawn and nestled himself in my arms. Soon, we were both asleep.

He tilted his head back to be able look up into my eyes as his lips wrapped around my inflated knob. Looking down to meet his gaze, I gave him a hint of an encouraging smile, the warmth and wetness of his sweet lips enveloping my cock head. He started to play his tongue around the cock head, sending shivers throughout my body. I watched his green eyes gazing up at me, filled with lust. I reached down and grabbed his longish dirty blond hair, arching my back, pushing into his mouth.

He swallowed. Halfway down my shaft, he stopped and I felt him push back against my hand. But I pressed harder. I needed for him to take the whole eight inches. I needed to feel my cock head penetrate his throat and feel its vibrations. I needed his hot breaths inside my thick bush. I needed his warm lips pressed hard around the base of my rod.

I planted my feet firmly onto the carpeted floor, my toes curling for better traction, and I held his head with both hands. Still looking down at his upturned face, I thrust, hard.

As my cock forced into the back of his mouth, his eyes bulged out, showing their greenness. Spit drooled out of his mouth as he opened his jaws wider, his nostrils flared as he tried to breathe, coughing, with my cock head blocking his throat. I kept the pressure, loving the sensations emanating from my buried cock. Three more inches and I’d be balls deep. As I watched his face, I noticed his eyes starting to water and glaze. But that didn’t stop me. He had to swallow it whole, all the fucking way. He just had to.

I wasn’t really a power top. As much as I enjoyed lips pressing around the base of my cock shaft, I seldom forced myself onto my partner. I knew quite well how difficult to swallow eight inches. But now, as I looked down at the kid’s pretty face, his eyes begging for release, his gurgling and sputtering, I just needed to bury balls deep.

With a huge thrust, grabbing his hair tight, I buried. He choked and coughed loudly, his fingernails digging into my hairy thighs as I pushed and grinded against his face. His eyes got even wider, tears starting to stream down his cheeks onto his fuzzy beard. My whole body shook at the vibrations of his throat massaging my knob and I grinded harder, smashing his nose into my cotch and inside my thick pubes. I kept my eyes fixed on his face. His eyes went from wide open to half-closed as he fought for breath. I felt his grip on my thighs loosen, his body slumping, his lips slacken. I quickly pulled out, fisting my slimed cock, dripping with spit and precum.

He dropped down onto the floor, taking in loud gulps of air, clutching his throat with one hand, his spit dripping down into his lightly hairy chest patch, his chest heaving with every forced breath he was able to take. I loved the way he looked, though, after deep throating me, with his face and mouth all wet and covered with gunk. Very few had done that, and I knew that he had choked nearly to death as I pushed my cock down his throat.

I reached down and pulled him up to kiss his slimed lips. He was able to murmur something about how huge my dick was and how I had forced it down his throat. I pushed him back down on his knees and rubbed my wet cock all over his face, the dimples in his face cheeks, the cleft in the middle of his chin, the red lips. He moaned under my cock, pushing his tongue out to lick on my hairy balls.

Arching my back, I enjoyed his ministrations. It had been only an hour ago that I had let him into my place. I had had something stuck in my throat as I sat in my bathrobe and jockeys after a shower. I had started to cough loudly, when there was a knock on my door. When I opened, I was greeted by the cutest boy ever, green eyes, tight white I-shirt, jeans cutoffs, sandals.

He had a concerned look on his face: “Are you ok, sir?” he had asked in a husky voice, his eyes travelling up and down my partially exposed body, lingering for a second on my crotch.

I nodded, my watery eyes going over his lank and sexy body. It was the boy next door, couple of doors down. I immediately noticed his glance down my half-naked body and back to my eyes. I pointed at my throat and tried to smile.

“Something caught in my throat,” I had finally managed to say. “I’m ok, kid.”

“If there is anything I can do?” he had asked, again eyes glancing down my front, latching onto my bulged jockeys. “I mean, I’d done two shifts at the Red Cross as part of my community work.”

“Come in,” I had to have this kid. He looked so adorable, standing in the doorway, so inviting, so fucking sexy and fuckable, so obviously taken by my nakedness and my bulging crotch. “I’m fine. Let me offer you something to drink.”

He had hesitated, but after repeating his glance down my body, he stepped in. I had known then that he was surely interested, so as soon as I closed the door behind him, I made it a point to adjust my dick sideways inside my undies. His eyes grew wider, glued at my crotch. With a smirk, I grabbed him by his long dirty-blond hair and pushed him down onto his knees. He hadn’t resisted at all. Actually, he had been eager to plaster his face on my crotch rubbing, sniffing and licking.

That had been an hour or so ago.

Fisting my shaft in one hand, I grabbed him by the throat and pressed my cock head against his lips, goading him into another throat-deep sucking. But he quickly moved away before I got the chance to hold his head. I laughed, pulling him up and pushing him down on his back on the couch.

“You’re a hot cocksucker, kid,” I smirked down at him, stroking my rock hard cock.

“Sir, I’m not a kid,” he protested. “I’ll turn 20 in May.”

I reached down and pulled his cut-offs down his legs, his tight boxers outlining his erection, sideways, almost reaching his hip. The kid seemed to be packing a good-sized man meat. He looked delicious to swallow in one gulp. I rubbed his bulging erection feeling it throb against my hand as my other hand reached up his flat chest to tweak his nipples. He moaned and squirmed, his green eyes never leaving my face.

“So you’re not a kid,” I squeezed his dick and he squirmed more.

“No, sir,” he managed to say, totally turned on by my rubbing.

“Then, I’m not a ‘sir,” I said. “I’m Rand.”

“Kiss me, Rand,” he croaked, arching his back.

I leaned over him as my hand fished out his hard dick and I planted my lips on his, my tongue probing into his open mouth. His moans, whether from my hand or my tongue or both, I couldn’t tell, came out muffled. I sucked his lips and licked up and down his lightly-bearded face cheeks, bringing my body down on top of him, full weight, our cocks pressing on each other, grinding. The moans were now not only his but also mine as I dry humped his beautiful body under me.

Still looking at me, he whispered, “Rand, fuck me.”

I was sort of surprised that he would offer his butt after experiencing my big cock in his mouth and after I power-fucked his face. I lifted myself up. He quickly flipped onto his belly pushing up his bubbled and fuzzy ass cheeks. I took in a deep breath, both hands grabbing the firm globes and pulling them apart to expose a hairy crack centered by a pink puckered hole.

Leaning over his butt, I licked into the crack, my tongue working the inviting and twitching hole. He was squirming against my face, repeating over and over again: “Rand, fuck me, oh, please, fuck me Rand, please.”

Sliding up on top of him I worked the side of his neck with my mouth and tongue as my cock slipped inside his crack. I moved my hips up and down, fucking his crack, slurping on his neck and shoulder, pushing my hand under him to squeeze his nipples. My other hand guided my cock head to his hole and I could feel it twitching. I started to push in. He grunted as his ring stretched.

“Rand, oh fuck, use some lube. Fuck, you’re big.”

I snickered. Of course, I was big. Eight inches of hard man meat are not to laugh at. Dripping lube into his crack and some onto my cock head and down the shaft, I prepared him. It was then that I realized that I didn’t know the kid’s name.

“Dude,” I bit his neck. “What’s your fucking name?”

He grunted turning his head sideways and back to look at me, his green eyes full of lust. “You’re gonna fuck my ass and you don’t know my name. Fuck, Rand. That’s so lame.”

His answer took me by surprise. In response, I aligned my cock head at his hole and thrust hard, stretching the opening and penetrating. He screamed as my knob popped into his ring.

“Now,” I grunted, grabbing his throat with my hand and gazing back at him, “what the fuck is your name?”

He pursed his lips, his green eyes gleaming, challenging me. “Rand, as I said, you’re so lame.” I couldn’t believe he was saying that with my cock already inside his ass.

With one massive heave, I buried all 8 inches inside him vengefully. His screams were so loud that I was afraid we would be found out. I clamped my hand over his mouth to muffle his screaming, my hips moving round to grind on his butt cheeks, feeling his ring muscle squeeze hard around the base of my buried cock.

“You think this is lame, bitch?” I told him, pressing full weight on top of him, pinning him under me, owning him. “Name, you teasing fucker.”

With a grunt, he managed to utter: “Jimmy. Jimmy, you fucker. Awww. Yessss.”

“That’s better, Jimmy,” I said, pulling out a couple of inches and ramming it back in deep. “You’re gonna get lame-fucked, Jimmy, like this.” And I repeated the couple of inches out and then rammed back in deep. He thrashed under my weight.

“Rand, you fucker. Fucking fucker. Fucking big cock fucker. Mother fucker. FUCK MY ASS!” Streams of profanity poured out of him as I started to fuck him.

The kid’s whimpering and thrashing turned me on more and I fucked harder and faster. He kept repeating: “Fucking fuck fucker, Randee… Big fucking cock, oh god, fuck me deeper, fuckfuckfuckfuck…”

He reached back with both hands to grab my butt cheeks, driving his nails into the skin, as he had done when I forced my cock down his throat, never stopping the stream of “fuck, fucking, fucker, Randee, big cock.” Thrusting my hand under him to grab his dick, I stroked him in rhythm with my thrusts. I pounded his ass and jerked on his cock, slippery with his precum. I soon felt his tunnel squeeze crazily around my cock shaft and his ring muscle choking my cock base and I knew he was ready to nut.

Sure enough, with a muffled scream, he tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and shot his load into my hand and onto the couch under him. The squirting made his ring pulsate on my cock and I couldn’t hold back. Grunting out loud, pulling on his hair as my other hand still grabbed his dripping dick, I shot deep into his guts. I felt that I was cumming forever. I felt that I wasn’t about to stop. I wasn’t counting my squirts, but I was certain that I had fed the kid the biggest load I had ever unleashed.

I pulled out, finally, with my cock dripping cum and ass juice, and lay on top of the kid, sweating and panting. He was breathing heavily under me. I licked and kissed his neck, turning his face to me to reach his sweet lips. We kissed deep, our breathing getting heavier with the tongue probing. It was as if I was tongue-fucking him. And by the groans he made, I knew that he was enjoying it even more than I was.

All of that, caused by something that caught in my throat and made me cough just as the kid was passing by my door.

It had been about two-and-one-half-months since Mikey decided he wanted us to take him from receiving oral sex to experiencing anal as a bottom. He called it completing the process. Roberto would take care of this part of the education and do it with the greatest pleasure, he said.

Mikey had only experimented with me and this would be the first time Roberto would enter the picture. While I had always been the very gentle bottom for Mikey, Roberto would be just the opposite and this type of top interaction would be new for Mikey.

Roberto told us to go on upstairs to the playroom and he would follow in a few minutes; he had some things to take care of first.

Walking up the stairs to the playroom, Mikey said, “Markus, you have no idea what you did for me before in this room. I never, in my life and never in my wildest dreams even imagined an orgasm of that magnitude. It was one of the few truly remarkable experiences I have had in my young life.”

“There are many more to come,” I told him.

The moment we stepped into the playroom Mikey began to undress me. T-shirt, shorts thrown on the floor. I was also going commando today. I literally ripped Mikey’s clothes away from his soldier-trained body.

I reached and grabbed a nipple with each hand and slowly pulled them out from his thick, muscled chest. Mikey moaned. I twisted and I felt his hardening cock slap my leg.

Mikey was doing the stimulation on my nipples. His touch was gentle but firm.

I wandered down and wrapped a hand around his thick, 8 inches, squeezed and stroked. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention I was giving his manhood. I wanted his cock so badly, but I had to have patience and thought maybe it wouldn’t happen at all today. Roberto would be in charge, letting Mikey explore and learn more new sensations.

Roberto came into the playroom. “You guys ready?”

I just nodded.

Mikey said, “I am more than ready.”

Roberto wrapped Mikey in his arms and whispered in his ear.

Roberto, released his bear-hold on Mikey and, looked deeply into his eyes, turned his head at an angle, and pressed his lips against Mikey’s. This would be the soldier’s first man kiss. His eyes expressed his shocking reaction. Mikey and I had never kissed and I was his first experience with gay sex. I never pursued kissing with Mikey because I didn’t want to frighten him away and he never seemed interested in it. It turns out that this was not a friendship kiss, it lasted way too long and I’m sure Roberto used a lot of tongue action. I know him so well.

When the kiss ended, Roberto began explaining a few things about bottoming. “Mikey, so far you have been the top with Markus. Today, you will bottom for me, if you still want to experience anal intercourse.”

Mikey nodded in agreement.

Roberto continued. “When you bottom, you should always remember that the session is about the top’s pleasure. Your responsibility is to make sure he has a good time and is sexually satisfied.”

Mikey nodded his understanding.

“A good top will make sure you have a good time also. But he is in control and you will do what he wants from you with the exception of those areas of sex you do not wish to engage in, such as scat, causing blood or leaving permanent scars. Anything else he wants to do is up to him, within reason, of course. Today we will only suck and fuck. You suck, I fuck.”

Mikey was rubbing his bulging crotch the entire time Roberto was talking to him. I felt slightly out of place, the third wheel. I would assist and only get involved if Roberto told me to. Mikey looked my way strangely smiling as though I gave him some comfort, since this was his very first time playing with any man other than me. And, Mikey was gonna get butt-fucked. After Roberto finished with him, Mikey would know what it’s like to get fucked by a mega-horny, big-dicked Italian top.

Roberto put an arm around Mikey’s shoulder and guided him to the playroom playground, covered in red artificial leather. Roberto pointed and Mikey climbed onto the playground, resting on his back.

Both were smiling while looking at each other. Roberto climbed aboard on all fours, loomed over Mikey, leaned down and kissed him again, then moving to nipples, kissing chest and abs, getting closer to the family jewels. Mikey apparently thought Roberto was going to suck his dick, but I can guarantee that will not happen. When Roberto reached Mikey’s pubes, he raised up, grabbed the bottom’s ankles and pushed Mikey’s legs back toward his chest, lifting his ass up in the air. “Hold your legs in that position.”

Roberto then leaned down and gently ran his tongue up and down Mikey’s ass crack.

Mikey moaned and groaned, “Oh fucking —- Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Roberto worked that man pussy, getting more and more aggressive. Sucking the cunt into his mouth, eating it. Nibbling at it, slurping, groaning at how delicious it tasted to him.

Me, the assistant, had a raging hardon from watching and listening to this hot action.

After eating his ass, Roberto reached behind him with one hand in the air. I placed the lube bottle in his hand. I smiled, realizing again that Roberto and I were so in-tune with one another that we often communicated without speaking.

Roberto lubed fingers and started ass stretching with one finger, added a second finger and a third. He finger-fucked Mikey’s hole until it was obviously stretched. While continuing the finger action, he said, “Mikey, I have stretched you as much as I can to prepare you, but you should know that when I penetrate you, my big cock will cause some degree of discomfort, pain. I will hold still inside you until your hole dilates. You give me the OK when the discomfort has changed to a feeling of pleasure. Then we will begin this new adventure together. OK?”

Mikey was breathless. He mumbled, “Yes, Sir.” Roberto smiled at being called Mikey’s Sir.

The road to balls deep was a slow one and Mikey had such a variety of facial expressions along the way. I could tell that he was having new sensations and some of them were highly pleasurable.

Mikey looked at my man with a quick nod. Roberto nodded back and began to fuck, slowly at first, but picking up speed and lengthening the strokes, going deeper and harder.

After a few minutes, I noticed Roberto was dropping his ass down so his cock was aiming upward. Fuck, he’s going after the P-spot.

Suddenly, Mikey’s eyes went wide, he let out an animal sound, threw his legs around Roberto and mumbled incoherently, throwing his head from side-to-side. He humped himself on Roberto’s big cock, matching down dick strokes with upward ass strokes. The lieutenant was in another world, a world of pleasure only another man can give him.

Mikey screamed, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum. Oh, shit, Godd, Ohhhhhhh.” He dug his fingernails into Roberto’s back and held on for dear life.

Roberto starting snorting like a raging bull, fucking harder and deeper, causing Mikey’s body to slide across the playground. “Yes, fucking yes.” Roberto’ s seed fired inside Mikey’s man cunt.

They both worked to drain the final sensations from the shared orgasm. Roberto pulled Mikey up into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around him. They sat like that for a few minutes. Roberto let go and Mikey slid onto his back on the playground. Roberto, slowly pulled out of Mikey and rolled over onto his back.

I stood there taking in this beautiful unwinding, snapped back to reality by Roberto’s voice.

“Come and join us, Markus. We need you with us. I reclined to Mikey’s left side. He looked at me, with a look of uncertainty in his eyes.

“Is it OK, Markus?”

I looked at him with a questioning expression. I had no idea what he was getting at.

“What do you mean, Mikey?”

“You are OK with Roberto fucking me?”

“Mikey, of course I am. He and I discussed this at great lengths. Roberto and I are not monogamous but we discuss the situations leading to sex with other men. We are not jealous. If I was not happy with this situation, I would have told Roberto so. But I wanted your first anal experience to be with him rather than some guy who might not be understanding and gentle. Everything is OK.”

Mikey rolled over and kissed me. A real kiss, forcing his tongue between my lips.

“How was your first butt-fuck, Mikey?” Roberto asked.

“It was more incredible than I could have imagined. Just one thing, we didn’t use a condom.”

“Mikey, I know you are checked regularly by the German Army and I was checked last week. I just declared us both safe. But in the future, you should talk to the top about whether or not a condom will be used. I personally do not use a condom, ever. It is either bareback or it doesn’t happen. I don’t have much sex with men other than Markus. And I am very selective.”

The three of us just relaxed together, touching, soft kisses. It was a hot and pleasant time together.

Roberto came up with another surprise for our guest. “Mikey, we want you to stay with us tonight. You will sleep with us, in the middle. You ready for that?”

Mikey looked surprised. “Yes, that would be another new experience, sleeping with two men when I haven’t even slept with one yet. But first I need to go to my apartment and take care of some things. What time should I be back?”

Roberto looked at me. I said, “How about 8:00 PM?”

Mikey agreed and we got off the playground and walked back downstairs. Mikey got dressed and left.

Roberto and I got in the shower and washed each other. We both were quickly hard and stroking each other, under the rainforest shower head. I kissed my man and slowly sank to my knees. I tongue-washed Roberto’s big nuts, licked up and down his hard shaft, and swallowed that hard cock that earlier had white-washed neighbor Mikey’s guts with sperm. I sucked like a cheap whore and loved doing it. Roberto took less than five minutes to fill my mouth with his thick load. He must still be wound up from the fun he had with Mikey.

We had a light dinner later and waited for our freshly-fucked neighbor to return.

Mikey arrived punctually at 8:00 PM. We sat around the living room with the TV on in the background, talking about the lieutenant’s first butt-fuck and gay sex in general. Mikey said he had an early day tomorrow so we climbed into bed at 10:30 PM.

Mikey crawled in between us. We were all quiet for a few minutes. Roberto interrupted the silence.

“Mikey, we wanted to introduce you to yet a new fucking experience. It’s called making a sandwich. Markus and I are the slices of bread and you are the meat in the middle of the sandwich.”

Mikey said, “It sounds really interesting but how does it work?”

Roberto explained. “Markus will lie on his right side. You will get close behind him, your chest against his back. And I will spoon you from behind. You will put your cock inside Markus and I will put mine inside you. Markus and I will be mostly still with you moving back and forth. You will enter Markus, then push back and take my cock in your ass. You will keep doing this back-and-forth movement until you come. You will get stimulated front and back. It’s really a hot fuck for all of us, but especially the meat man in the middle, you.”

“Fuck guys, I am so fucking hard right now,” Mikey said.

Roberto chuckled and said, “You should never waste a hardon. Let’s get ourselves lubed up and ready to make that sandwich.”

We got into position and I reached back to guide Mikey’s granite-hard cock into my crack. He pushed a little and stopped when Roberto pushed from behind. I just lay there while the other two guys got their tools in place. I pushed back against Mikey so his cock went in balls deep. Man, what a stretch he made inside me. I felt his body press harder against mine as Roberto got inside Mikey.

“Start rocking back and forth, Mikey.” Roberto told him.

Mikey grunted, “Where have you fucking guys been all my life? With sex like this who would want to be straight?”

I could think about those two guys behind me fucking and me getting fucked, all together. It made me so damned horny, just thinking about what I was feeling. We three were moaning, groaning, swearing.

After about fifteen minutes, Mikey yelled, “I’m gonna fucking cum. Fuck, I can’t stop it anymore.”

I felt his cock expand and throb and then liquid warmth filled my hole. He flooded me with shot after shot of his seed. Holding me tightly as he came. Apparently, his orgasm, gripped Roberto’s fuck tool tightly enough to send him over the edge. I reached down and felt my hard cock. I didn’t come but knowing Mikey and Roberto did was enough for me. Hey, I’m a bottom and sometimes we just don’t get to come. We separated and lay on our backs, breathing loud and hard until our bodies slowed down.

Roberto said, “Mikey, you realize one of us didn’t come.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry. I forgot about Markus. Jeezuss, that is so fucking selfish of me.”

I said, “It’s OK. You guys were both tops and I was the bottom in the group. No problem.”

“Mikey, get over there and give Markus some pleasure. You and I got to come together. Now Markus will come by himself with your help. Suck his dick, make him come,” Roberto told our no longer virgin neighbor.

“I’ve never sucked a dick before.”

“Just fucking do it. Give him as much pleasure as he’s given you over the last months.” Roberto put a hand behind Mikey’s head and push him down on my cock.

I thought my man was being a little rough with Mikey, but he continued.

“Mikey, when a good top is fucking, he tries to make sure his bottom comes first. But when he can’t he takes care of the bottom afterward. Just now, you fucked Markus. That makes you the top and him the bottom. It’s your obligation to take care of his horniness just like he let you use him to take care of yours. Now, suck him off.”

Mikey eagerly took my cock in his mouth, trying to deepthroat me and gagging because it was his first time sucking a dick. He was a bit scared at first by the stern words from Roberto, but he soon settled down and made love to my cock. He really was good for a first-timer. Mikey surprised me by shoving three fingers in my asshole while he blew me. This boy is a fast learner. I was still wound up from the earlier sex and didn’t last more than five minutes before I filled Mikey’s mouth with what, for me, seemed like a larger than usual load. He coughed a little as he struggled to cope with my load. I was surprised that he swallowed.

“Markus, I’m sorry for being so selfish and not thinking about you, but I really thought you would jack yourself off. Sorry, man. I owe you and Roberto a lot for saving me from a boring sex life and a hetero marriage.”

“Mikey,” I told him, “It was your first time getting fucked and first time in a sandwich configuration. I understand how one can get lost in the excitement. Not a problem, buddy”

Roberto scooted over against Mikey, hugged him and softly brought the tension down. “Mikey, I spoke pretty hard to you just a few minutes ago, but I did that to make an impression to help you remember in the future not to forget the bottom who gave himself to you for your pleasure. I understand why you forgot. It was not selfishness you were just caught up in one of the greatest experiences you have had so far in life. I really do understand. But I wanted you to remember your obligation so that in the future, guys you fuck will remember you as an in-charge top but one who is kind and considerate and a top who respects the bottom as he expects the bottom to respect him. We’re all good buddy. It was a pleasure having this time with you and Markus and I hope we can threesome many times again. For now, guys, let’s get some sleep so our soldier boy can take care of his troops tomorrow.”

I got up early the next morning and made breakfast for the three of us. We seemed to enjoy the time together at breakfast. We have found a new fuckbuddy.

We got together several times after that night until one night Mikey came to visit. He said he had bad news. His course was ending at the Bundeswehr school in Munch and he would be leaving in a couple of weeks to return to his unit.

Mikey explained, “I didn’t say anything about leaving because I didn’t want to spoil things for me and maybe for you guys too. If, after I had my first sex with Markus and then later with the both of you, I had kept reminding myself of my upcoming departure, it would not have been as much fun. I would have been sad all the time thinking about losing all of this. I hope you understand.”

“Mikey, only you know how to handle your situations. Who can say if your way was right or wrong? You did what you thought was best and no one can fault you for that. It saddens us to see you go, but military guys do move around a lot. That’s just the nature of the job.” Roberto said.

“Yes, Mikey, Roberto and I are grateful for having the time together with you that we did have. Life often is not what we would have but we don’t have total control of our lives. We still have a couple of weeks left so we should fuck our brains out until you leave.”

Mikey had tears in his eyes as he spoke. “I was so afraid that you guys would hate me for not telling you that I would not be here permanently. Thank you both for being so understanding. You know I will never forget you and will always love you for helping me find my true self.”

We made another sandwich that night and Mikey insisted I be in the middle. For the remaining time Mikey and I got together every morning before he went to work and some days Roberto joined us for a threesome in the evening.

Then the day came for Mikey’s departure from Munich. The three of us hugged, kissed and cried. Roberto and I had become quite attached to Mikey. He was the only fuckbuddy we learned to love. We were not in love with him but loved him more than just as fuckbuddy. He was a special close friend with benefits.

About six months later, Roberto and I were at a discount sports attire shop nearly an hour away from Munich, when we ran into Mikey. He looked happier than I had ever seen him, He was with a guy he introduced to us as his boyfriend. He asked his guy to give the three of us some time alone. I asked why he hadn’t at least texted us after he left Munich. He said every time he started to type a message he started crying and couldn’t do it. He finally just gave up on trying to communicate. Mikey said he had trouble when he arrived back at his unit because he missed us so much. He said he had never been as close to anyone as he had been with us and he was devastated at the loss.

“Mikey, poor guy.” I said as I touched his arm.

“You know, my girlfriend leaving me after I started having sex with you, Markus, me realizing I was probably gay, knowing I would soon leave my two best friends behind. Then the uncertainty of my new job at my unit. It was just too fucking much for me at the time. And, every time I started to text you guys, I was again reminded of what I had been forced to give up.”

“Life is what happens when we’re making plans, or something like that. I forget who said that.” Roberto said.

I noticed Mikey’s boyfriend nervously waiting a few meters away. “Mikey, we don’t want to keep you longer. Your boyfriend seems to be getting impatient over there. Listen, text us when you’re ready. You are always welcome to visit when you can. Take some vacation time and come back to Munich for a few days or a weekend. You are always welcome, my friend.”

“Absolutely,” said Roberto.

We three hugged again. I felt so sad. Mikey had sweaty eyes. Roberto hugged me. As we walked away, Roberto let out a disgusted ‘fuck’ and we left the shop without buying anything.

On the way home, we talked about our time with Mikey and wondered what his future would be. Both of us had great hopes he would come to visit. Toward the end of the conversation, Roberto asked why it is that we have no other friend or fuckbuddy we are as close to as we became with Mikey. I chalked it up to being ‘a special situation’ but, silently wondered to myself why it was so, considering all the other gay men we knew intimately and not so intimately.

End

Huge Cock, bubble Ass

After I had explored my body with George’s help in that video call, I felt more prepared to try something outside of the virtual. The next day I received a message on my cell phone, it was George, he asked me how I was doing, if I had enjoyed what had happened. I answered that I enjoyed it very much and that I was thinking that now I could handle something real. He took a while to answer and suddenly, he sent me a picture of his dick with the caption, “look how I look when I remember yesterday”. I gave him a naughty little smile and my dick got hard. He continued, “What’s up, let’s get real?” And I said let’s. We arranged to meet on Friday night at his apartment.

During the course of the week I kept imagining the things we would do in bed, and I began to touch myself imagining his cock entering my ass, I would put a finger in, then the other, and kept putting it in and taking it out, what a good feeling! Then I would take the dildo he had given me and try to use it in all the ways I thought George would like. I would sit on top and start “riding”, I would lie down in the “missionary” position, and he would put everything in, I would try to put it in and take it out faster and faster, but I confess that it hurt a little.

The big day arrived! I woke up early, went to the internship, saw Camila, said hello to her, she was still beautiful! Then I went to the college to finish a paper, went home, took a shower, chose a white slip, got dressed and went to his apartment. On the way, he texted me and asked if I was already arriving, I said I was in an Uber, he answered me with a nude, a picture of his dick, thick and a little crooked, when I saw it, I was in doubt if I would be able to fuck him, because his dick looked between 19 and 20cm, but then I thought “what the hell! Let me try.

Arriving at his apartment, I rang the intercom, he told me to come up. He opened the door wearing only white boxer shorts, he looked delicious, he said come in, I obeyed, he closed the door and gave me a surprise kiss, wow, it was incredible, one of the best of my life, that delicious tongue in my mouth… He took me to the sofa, laid me down on it and stood over me kissing me. I think we spent about ten minutes just kissing. Then he started to take off my clothes, first my shirt, and then he licked my nipples – I was already moaning with pleasure – then he went down to my dick that was already very hard, when he reached it, he looked at me with a naughty face and pulled off my pants and underwear all at once… I was there, naked with a hard dick. He started to suck my cock, he sucked and slapped it on his tongue – I was breathing hard because I didn’t want to cum too fast – he continued to suck me, then I felt his other hand squeezing my ass, and moving closer to my ass. At the same time he was sucking me, he was fingering me, first with one finger and then with the other.

Then he turned me on my back and started licking my ass, he said, “How delicious” What a smooth ass!” The more he licked me, the more I moaned. He asked: “Do you want a cock?”, and I said: “Yes, go ahead, put it in! He continued rubbing my ass and rubbed the head of his cock against the entrance of my ass…He continued rubbing my ass until…there he was, he put the head of his cock in, I moaned, in pain and pleasure…He continued slowly, turned me on my side and started fucking me…I was feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure, at first it felt like there was something burning my ass, but I was getting used to it, and also, that noise of his balls hitting my ass was making me horny. He increased the speed with which he was fucking my ass, and I moaned more, he held my mouth shut so that I would not make noise, I was enjoying it very much. He kept increasing the speed and suddenly he pulled his cock out of my ass, turned me to face him, and came on my chest. Wow, that was delicious!

He looked at me and said that I was a delight, he saw that I hadn’t come yet…He looked at me and said: Do you want to fuck me? Right away, I said, “Sure!” He got in doggy position and I started licking all over that big, round ass – what a delight! I never imagined that I would be able to fuck a hot guy like George – I did the same thing he had done to me, I rubbed my cock against his ass and then stuck the head in and then the rest…mmmm the sound of my cock in his ass made me very horny…He began to moan with that thick voice. It was so good that I couldn’t hold back the desire to cum for a long time, I ended up taking my cock out and cumming all over his ass…It was great!

We had sex two more times that night. George is amazing, very nice and hot. We still have sex from time to time.

That was the story about how I lost my virginity to a super nice guy. I hope you enjoyed it. See you next time!

Friday

My dad was a drill sergeant and I didn’t realize until I had a kid of my own how hard he tried to leave work behind when he came home to me and my mom. There’s something to be said for a what a man is willing—able—to leave behind. But it’s no surprise that I grew up in a household of order and structure. A regimented life that I thought I’d break away from when I was out on my own. But even when the form of a man emerges from the marble under the sculptor’s careful guidance he doesn’t suddenly become flesh and blood; he isn’t suddenly infused with purpose and wisdom and the mandate to reject the block of cold stone he once was. I am my father’s son. I’ve always been.

I’ve spent years learning to redirect anger and frustration and a desire for control into better outlets. I turned myself into a forceful thing, honed my mind to a cutting edge. For work I consult with people who are unsuccessful for any number of reasons and I tell them why, exactly whythey’re fucking up and how to unfuck themselves.

Yet at home, right now, my boyfriend is handcuffing me to the bed frame. His name is Paolo and he has the darkest hair I’ve ever seen. He’s not just handsome, he fucking smolders. My ex wife says it’s cruel that I’d ended up with someone prettier than either of us ever were, even at our primes, even when I was the leather jacket wearing stud who swept into her life. Paolo is certainly prettier than I am now: the guy with the work-in-progress body fussing about the gray in his hair.

Paolo looks an actor in his early thirties playing a teenager on TV; it’s convincing, but only if you don’t look too hard. I’ve seen his skincare regimen and decided that I’d prefer the wrinkles. But he’s still the hottest person—man, woman, or other—that I’ve ever tricked into sleeping with me.

And he’s handcuffing me to the bed frame.

“It’s about control, Joel,” he says.

“Oh gee, you think? You’re handcuffing me to the fucking bed,” I reply, a mite testily.

“Want me to gag you too?”

That shuts me up. Well, that and the fact that he’s stroking my cock, which quickly rises to the occasion.

“Are you gonna let me have it?”

“Yes.” I’m leaking badly. Every time he touches me, his hand comes away coated in the stuff. I’ve always been a producer, but with Paolo? It feels like it’ll never stop.

“It looks like you want to let me have it,” Paolo confirms. He straddles me, his thighs meaty and thick on either side of me. He played hockey in college and fuck does it show. He settles back and my cock slips between his cheeks: not penetrating, just sliding up and down between them.

“You could cum like this,” he says. It’s not a question, or at least it’s not a question directed at me. He doesn’t seem to be talking to me at all. He’s doing a monologue while grinding against my cock. I want him to sit on it already, but he takes his time. Fucking dick.

He continues, “But how does that get me off?”

“Paolo,” I say.

“Shut the fuck up.” He says it without heat, but I don’t know, we’re in the scene now and he’s on top of me looking deliriously hot and I’m handcuffed to the bed. My first impulse is to argue, to puff myself up, but instead I let myself be vulnerable. I let him be in control.

Once Paolo decides to sit on my cock, he takes his time. He rips open the condom packet and slowly rolls the rubber over me. He has one hand on my chest and one guiding my prick into the warmth of him. His hole wraps tight around me and it takes a bit of rocking and a significant amount of lube before he’s sliding up and down without hesitation.

My cock throbs inside of him, but my brain is full of mixed signals. I want to throw him down on the bed and use his hole, to fuck him into a grunting, quivering mess. But instead his ass is milking me and the rhythmic undulations of his gym-fit body look like a cross between porno and music video. I’m suddenly paranoid that there’s a camera somewhere.

“I’m fucking you, daddy. I’m using you to get off. You like that? You like my tight young hole?”

“Paolo,” I say, breathing heavy.

He keeps riding me, faster and harder. His cock beats a tattoo on my stomach and leaves a snail trail of his own copious precum. “Tell me you want to fuck my young ass, daddy. Tell me your baby boy rides good dick.”

We’ve disagreed before on the daddy shit. It’s not my favorite flavor of sex chat, but his hole feels good and he’s so sexy. I want to run my hands all over him and even though my cock is pleasurably buried up his ass, I still feel unsatisfied and pent up. So I cave. I let him guide me down the road I’ve tried to discourage.

“Ride me, son. Squeeze me. Yeah, that’s it. You’re gonna get daddy’s load.”

And that’s it. He goes still and shivers and shoots right in my face before I have a chance to even close my mouth. Naturally, I blow seconds later.

He doesn’t uncuff me right away. Instead, he goes to bathroom and gets a warm rag. He cleans up me up like I’m a prisoner of war or a patient in his case. He slowly peels off the condom and runs the rag up and down my balls and dick. It feels nice and from the smug smile on his face, I’d guess he knows it.

“None of that shit while Lucas is here. Ok? I just want this weekend to be normal,” I say. “And can you unlock these?”

Paolo gives me a look that could freeze magma. “Do you think I want to fuck things up with you and your son? For what reason? Don’t be a dick, Joel. I’ll behave.”

“You? Behave? I’ll have to see it to believe it.”

Paolo reaches up above my head and it looks like he’s going for the handcuffs, but he moves past them and clicks off the table side lamp.

“Night, Joel.”

“Oh no you fucking don’t. Uncuff me, Paolo. I’m serious. Paolo, don’t you fucking—”

He pretends to fall asleep so I kick him in the ass. Six or seven times. Hard kicks. That gets his attention.

◾️

I’ve never understood why Lucas and I don’t get along. He seems to get along with everyone. He has the kind of breezy ease, sun-bleached curls, and perpetual smile that one would sooner expect from a kid raised by Bohemians on some commune than from two middle class squares in the burbs. But I guess the same qualities that have long made him magnetic to strangers and the grasping hands of babies also made him hard to trust with responsibility, prone to vanity, and sometimes incredibly selfish.

I tried my earnest best to break those habits, but if the kid inherited anything from me I’d guess it was my stubbornness.

He arrives on Friday afternoon and climbs out of the ride-share car with his mouth wide open; he’s in the middle of a deep, genuine laugh. The driver is doubled over the steering wheel, also cracking up. Lucas clasps hands with guy and they exchange a few words before the driver backs down the driveway still shaking his head and Lucas walks up toward the house. He looks like a Gap commercial with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, tailored denim, and fashionable boots that won’t survive winter.

“You beat the storm,” I tell him.

“Looks like I did,” Lucas says. Always Lucas, never Luke. He looks me over, adds, “Where’s the spare tire?”

Lucas has a big smile on his face when he slaps my mid-section with his leather gloves. “New boyfriend, new body?”

I pat my stomach a little self-consciously. “Get back to me when you’re pushing fifty, kid. Sometimes you have to switch shit up. At least if I want to live to see what happens when your metabolism outruns you.”

I try to make it sound jokey and easy, but Lucas just gives me a glassy smile: pleasant, polite, distant.

“So where’s the boy toy? Mom says he looks like a freshman,” he says, and laughs.

I smile back. Nearly hard enough to shatter my teeth.

Considering how our initial meeting has gone my expectations are low enough that I feel justified hovering around as Lucas and Paolo start to interact. It feels like introducing two stray cats, hoping they don’t claw each others eyes out. Even toward the end of dinner, while I’m tapping my leg because I’m bursting to piss, I’m loathe to leave them alone for even a moment.

But unexpectedly, impossibly, they’re getting along. Lucas seems to jibe with Paolo’s dry humor and aside from the early cracks about the age gap, Lucas is behaving himself: his natural charm is oozing out.

We talk about politics, about climate change, music, and bad sushi. Dinner stretches past two bottles of wine as the snow begins falling in slow drifts.

It’s just after one in the morning when Lucas starts to nod off at the table. He pushes back from the table, stands, and calls it.

“Alright, gentlemen. Thank you for the hospitality. I think I’m gonna’ head to bed. You guys be good,” Lucas says. “Oh, and Paolo, you’re a hell of a cook.”

There are hugs all around and Lucas goes down to the guest room so Paolo and I head up to bed. After our ablutions, we’re lying next to each other in the dark and Paolo is stroking my chest.

“Maybe it’s because I can see the resemblance, but…isn’t Lucas kind of hot,” Paolo says.

“C’mon, man. We’re not doing this.”

“Doing what? I can’t appreciate a hot guy?”

“You’re a pervert. He’s my son. He’s younger than you are.”

“But he’s hot,” Paolo argues. I can feel the bed moving slightly. Subtly. But any guy can diagnose that rhythm in an instant.

“Are you fucking jerking off to my kid?”

“It’s harmless. Who cares? He’s straight, right? Nothing would ever happen. Still, I have eyes, don’t I? Or should I turn them in for the weekend?”

As disgusting as he’s being, when Paolo’s hand wraps around my cock it responds. He’s not just a damn fine cook, but as mentioned, he’s a hot piece of ass. My dick leaps at the opportunity to be anywhere near him.

“Just knock it off,” I say. I’m instantly undermined by a groan.

“Make me,” Paolo replies.

It doesn’t take much for me to roll over and find his hole. It’s already wet and pliable. I try not to think about what it means that my boyfriend is primed for a fuck as he drools over my son’s good looks. Besides, what needs to be said once my cock is hard? I hastily don a condom and quickly move to stretching his hole. We’re trying to be quiet, but Paolo’s fingers are pressed hard into my back and his breathing is rabbit quick. I’m deep inside him, deeper with each stroke, and his mouth is pressed up against my ear.

“Does he have a cock like yours?”

“Paolo. Shut the fuck up. Seriously.”

“Make me,” he says again.

I put my hand around his throat and he tilts his head back into the pillow, horny, yielding. I make him.

Saturday

In the morning I wake in any empty bed. One look out the window confirms that we’re good and snowed-in. The world is blanketed in white and we’re not going anywhere. Thoughts of hiking down by the lake or hitting up a museum immediately effervesce. As much of the thought as entertaining Lucas inside for a whole weekend makes my head ache, I’m somewhat relieved that the responsibility of planning outings with him has been forcibly removed from my hands.

I head downstairs and find Lucas and Paolo sitting at the breakfast bar, having coffee together. They’re leaning toward each other and talking low like co-conspirators. Only Lucas’s short, sharp laugh punctures their whispered tête-à-tête. As I enter, Lucas greets me with a grin and slides his still steaming coffee across the island at me when I sit.

He’s drunk it exactly the same way as me he was in high school: two teaspoons of sugar and a splash of cream. I pick it up and take a sip without asking any questions. I recognize it for what it is: a peace offering.

“Your dude’s got a mean streak, Joel,” Lucas says with a mischievous smile. It’s been nearly a decade since he’s called me dad. A youthful indulgence I caved on and regretted almost immediately, but I have to admit that dad coming from his lips would seem strange these days. Lucas continues, “He’s been bitching about the plastic molded yoga moms roving around your neighborhood. Anytime you guys want to pretend to be urban sophisticates, you should come visit me in Brooklyn. My place mostly sucks, but there’s a second bedroom.”

Paolo has his head propped up in his hands on the island, giving Lucas his full attention. It makes my blood itch a little to see him coiled around my son’s finger, but I work to shut down the irrational, cave-dwelling part of my mind.

“I’m sure we’d be up for a visit. Maybe in the spring?” I ask.

Lucas shrugs. “Whenever. I’ll make myself open.”

Breakfast goes like that: we adopt a tenuous rhythm, dancing between guarded politeness and bursts of genuine amusement. Paolo’s flirting percolates until he disappears for a few minutes then returns to announce: “The hot tub is ready. We’re saved!”

It’s something to do, so I agree pretty quickly. I don’t regret it until I’m walking around the living room in swim trunks and Paolo enters in a speedo.

“Really? Are you late for a circuit party?” I say flatly.

“What? They don’t fit?” Paolo asks. He fucking knows it does. His swimsuit shows off the ample curve of his ass and hug his junk like cling film. I chub up despite myself.

Lucas walks in wearing a pair of cotton boxer briefs. I can trace the cartoon dotted line in the air from Paolo’s eyes to my son’s bulge. I whisper ‘Jesus Christ’ under my breath.

“Didn’t think to bring swim trunks,” Lucas says.

“I can loan you something,” I tell him. “I’ve got plenty and we’re pretty close in size these days.”

“Oh, I bet you are,” Paolo comments. I shoot him a withering glare, but he seems unaffected.

“No need. Unless you guys mind…” Lucas replies.

Paolo, naturally, is quick to point of that he most definitely does not mind. I’m slower to agree, but I think of the tangled part of myself that I’m trying to grow out of like an oak from black soil.

“No problem. Let me grab towels and let’s head out,” I say.

The three settle into the bubbling, steaming water. The tension of the morning leeches out of me. With a feeling of generosity and in the spirit of being an evolved human, I casually compliment Lucas’s fit body, though I gently rib him about his fuckboy haircut. His hand goes up to the close shaved sides.

“Yeah, it’s a little ‘I complain about liberals on reddit’, isn’t it? I’m thinking about growing it out. I don’t want people in bars to think I’m armed with GHB,” Lucas says. His arms are stretched across one side of the hot tub while Paolo and I lean snuggly together on the other side. We both laugh at him poking fun at himself, but Paolo’s head ticks to one side like a dog that’s scented something delightful.

“People in bars?” Paolo asks.

“Quit tilting at windmills,” I say, groaning.

But Lucas just gives a shit-eating grin. Radiating from the attention like a spoiled cat. “Women in bars,” he corrects. “Mostly.”

Paolo’s eyebrow lodges itself in his hairline. “Interesting. Elaborate?”

Lucas shrugs. “I’m no prude. I’ve downloaded an app or two when I’m between something serious. It doesn’t last, usually.”

“Why’s that?” Paolo asks.

“I must bore easily.”

“Maybe you haven’t found the right person to keep your interest. Or the right people,” Paolo replies.

Lucas shifts in the water. I try not to read anything into it. “People, huh?” He considers this as he looks up at the sky. “Maybe, you’re right.”

We spend another half hour or so in the hot tub and thankfully the conversation drifts into less fraught territory. We chat about recent movies and unsurprisingly, Lucas has lapped us both. When the conversation dries up we climb out of the tub and dry off, but not before I catch sight of the way Lucas’s soaked boxer briefs cling to his ass and crotch. His cock hangs more than halfway down the leg of his underwear. The fabric lies flush against his round, athletic backside.

I don’t even try to keep Paolo’s jaw off the floor.

◾️

Lunch is just some sandwiches and then everybody breaks off until dinner: I get some work done while Paolo plays an online game and Lucas reads, curled up by a window like he’s twelve again. I feel a burst of affection for the kid. I feel compelled to walk up to him and put my hand on his shoulder and say something fatherly. But I don’t know what that would be. I can’t even imagine it. So I leave him to his reading.

Later, dinner is also blessedly uneventful. Beforehand I try to talk to Paolo about the overt thirsting over my kid, but I drop it after he makes it clear that he’s just flirtatious by nature, which I can certainly vouch for. But Paolo notes that my cock stiffening up during the conversation and I barely manage to stop things before they get weird again.

But weirdness seems to be the order of the day.

We’re a few minutes into some dumb action flick after dinner when Lucas pulls a vape out of his pocket and informs us that it’s full of some sort of marijuana oil. “Mind if I indulge?” he asks.

It’s been a million years since the last time I smoked up, but I wave him on. “I don’t know if I’ll smoke myself, but you’re more than welcome.”

I’ve never been the sanctimonious type, though I wasn’t the ‘cool’ dad who bought Lucas his first beer either. I enforced the curfew, but didn’t set it. I once froze a pack of cigarettes I found in Lucas’s room in a huge block of ice and left it on a tarp in our dining room, slowly melting over several days, but I never said a word to him about it. I never found another pack or smelled smoke on him. He either knocked it off or got better at hiding it. I did what I thought was right; the distance between us grew anyway.

Lucas breathes out a few plumes of sweet smelling smoke before offering the vape to Paolo, who takes what strikes me as a huge hit without so much as a cough. They pass it back and forth a few times before Lucas offers it to me again. I take it this time and Paolo, with his arm around my neck, shows me how to do it.

The smoke is harsher than I remember and I respond with a wracking cough that forces us to pause the movie. I’m ready to swear off the damn thing, but instead I giggle a little. The vape goes around again and when it comes back to me, I’ve changed my mind. More smoke rises up out of me.

I’m beginning to see the ridiculousness of the movie. It concerns some spy, working hard for country, or crown, or something. But he seems like a major asshole. Why are all the cool guys complete assholes? It’s almost like we require it in our heroes.

The vape goes around and around.

I’m having trouble putting thoughts together. I turn.

Lucas is filling his mouth with smoke and he reaches out to hand Paolo the vape, but when Paolo reaches for it, Lucas snaps his hand back. Instead, my son reaches over and presses his lips to my boyfriend’s lips and when Paolo pulls away there’s smoke streaming out of his nose. Lucas has his mother’s lips: full and dangerous. He didn’t know her when she was a hellion, but he’s so much like she was in those days. I want to tell him this. I want to connect him to the soil he grew out of, but he’s already so far away. And I’m so, so high.

And hard.

I’m so, so hard.

The vape comes back to me and I take a huge hit, because why not. The world is covered in snow and there’s no out for a while. Not until the snow plows roll through. Not until we shovel ourselves a path to the road. In here, there’s only the three of us and whatever rules we decide on. I look over to pass the vape back and Lucas’s lips are on Paolo’s again. I look down at my hand and find the vape still in it. I look back up.

Lucas’s hand is under Paolo’s shirt, resting on his stomach, and they’re kissing. Paolo’s head is tilted back, throat bared like an animal tendering his submission. Paolo is making the softest noises. Noises I thought only I could elicit. My cock throbs in my sweats.

“Hey,” I say. My voice sounds weird, like I’ve been swimming. So I clear my throat. It doesn’t help. “Hey.”

Lucas looks over. He looks me in the eyes, and says, “Hush.”

Sunday

I wake up with my face stuck to the couch in the living room. I’ve been drooling and my head feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton. No one else is around. I muddle my way upstairs and find Lucas sitting at dining table reading a book. When I enter the room, he dog-ears a page and closes it: Dune. It’s one of the first books I ever gave him, I’d recognize the battered cover anywhere.

I sit across from him and he slides me his coffee. Still hot. Perfect.

“Morning, sunshine. You missed the big dig,” Lucas says.

I look outside. The driveway’s been dug out.

“Shit. You guys should have woke me. Paolo?” I ask.

“Should be back soon. Went to get breakfast stuff. Enjoy the movie last night?”

“Yeah. Well… I think the weed gave me a weird dream.” I scratch my head. “Nightmare, actually.”

“About?” Lucas asks, seeming genuinely curious, but not at all guilty. I decide I must have imagined everything between him and Paolo. He continues, “I’ve read a few dream books. I might be able to interpret.”

I give him a skeptical glance. “You told me that Santa didn’t exist when you were seven. I somehow find a turn to the mystical unlikely.”

He shrugs. “An ex was into it. I did a bit of reading to make him happy.”

Him. I feel something in my stomach, but don’t address it. “I see. Well, my dream was nothing. Just silly bullshit. You having a good time?”

“Yeah. I think so. You and Paolo are inviting. Your boyfriend’s a riot.”

“He can be. You seem to be hitting it off. I’d worried about that.”

Lucas laughs. “Maybe you ought to be worried I’ll take him off your hands.”

I frown. “That’s not funny.”

“Was I joking?”

“Lucas, that’s inappropriate. You’re a guest in my—”

Lucas stares me down. His eyes seem suddenly full of the chaos I’ve tried to contain my whole life. “Does he belong to you, Joel?” He leans closer, just a little. It feels like yards. “Do I?”

I remember that look from when he was a kid. I think of him with a scissor in one hand and tufts of his own jaggedly cut hair. It was just before his sixth birthday and he was standing in our doorway, challenging us. Same look: eyes flat as glass. It was unnerving then. Now, it makes me shiver.

Paolo arrives through the backdoor at that moment and the tension fractures. He’s all smiles and has arms full of reusable grocery bags. “The roads are garbage, by the way. I wouldn’t recommend another sojourn out there for a while yet. What’d I miss?”

“Nothing, just chatting over coffee. Here, lemme help,” Lucas says just before I can.

We both stand up and start milling about the kitchen. Paolo is the chef, so it’s his show. He wields his power ruthlessly. He orders things put away in exactly the right spot and Lucas and I execute his will. But there’s something going on between them. Lucas passes behind Paolo in the modestly sized kitchen yet puts a hand on his waist as he passes. Paolo touches his shoulder to instruct him on where to put the garbage bags. After everything is cleared away, Lucas ends up standing behind Paolo rubbing his shoulders. As I look on, Lucas leans down and kisses Paolo once on the neck.

“Thanks for having me,” Lucas says. His voice is low.

Paolo melts under Lucas’s touch. His eyes are barely open. I open my mouth to say something, but instead I feel the rage bubbling up and my head gets light.

“Whatever the fuck is going on here, right now, I can’t do it,” I say. My voice breaking. “Fuck this.”

I storm out of the kitchen and head into up to the bedroom but not before swiping a bottle off of the bar. I sequester myself and pour a series of inadvisable scotches at ten a.m. Not my finest hour, but this was certainly not the Sunday morning I’d expected.

I was a jealous person with my ex wife. I worried about what she was doing and who she was doing it with. I’d put my fists through several walls when I was alone and seething. But I remind myself that I’m not that person anymore. I don’t have to be. My son is openly coming on to my boyfriend, but we’re all adults. I drain another few fingers of scotch so I don’t have to consider this further. My hand is shaking, but not from anger: I think it’s because I should be angrier than I am.

I thought I would be different with Paolo, who was so open that the idea of holding on that tightly seemed like a product of my own shit. But here comes Lucas and everything feels different in the span of two days. I try to unpack my feelings, but every time I come close, the sinking feeling threatens to swallow me up; the terrible thing that I can’t admit.

“Joel?” Paolo’s voice enters the room before he does.

“Yeah,” I reply, hating how drunk I sound already.

He emerges looking handsome and vulnerable. “I didn’t expect that. I’m sorry. Are you OK?” He crosses the room and puts a hand on my shoulder. I’m beset with a feeling of…something. Not lust, not fury, but something adjacent to both those things. I reach for his belt and he pulls away out of surprise, but when I continue he lets me. I put my hands in his underwear and he’s already getting hard. I push him onto the bed.

He smells a little sweaty, a little sour, probably from the shoveling earlier, but I don’t mind. It’s hotter if he’s a little filthy. I push his underwear and jeans down enough that his cock flops out and I put my mouth around it.

“Joel…” his voice is uncertain.

I undo the cinched waist of my sweats and kick them off before I can start to think. I’m all action right now. Since I’m not wearing underwear, my cock flops out. Paolo reaches down and tries to massage life into my soft penis.

“We don’t have to,” he whispers. I remain soft in his hand and the room spins a little. He repeats, “We don’t have to.”

Maybe it’s because I’m drunk that I don’t sense the other presence in the room until the weight on the bed shifts. Paolo is breathing softly and I can smell the scotch on my own breath. I look over and Lucas is beside me, naked and young and strong. His cock is thrust before him as he sits on his knees. He reaches over, takes Paolo’s hand and puts it on his cock. No one says anything, but Paolo looks at me with the question in his eyes.

“It’s ok,” I say. I’m not sure who I’m addressing. All of us maybe. “It’s all right.”

Slowly my cock gets harder as I watch Paolo jerking off my son.

“I’m gonna fuck him, Joel. I was always gonna fuck him,” Lucas says. He’s calm. Matter of fact. “Since I first hugged him, I could feel the need for it building in him like it’s been building in me. I’m gonna fuck your boyfriend raw and leave my seed in him. You can leave, but I hope you stay…watch.”

I expect panic or rage or discomfort at least, but it’s like this is happening to someone else. Lucas climbs down on top of Paolo and they kiss. Lucas’s hand slips between Paolo’s legs and my kid’s fingers slide into my boyfriend’s sweaty crack. Paolo moans, Lucas whispers something to him and he moans even harder.

And I jerk my dick to it. I’m not proud, but this is beyond pride. As Paolo writhes against Lucas’s fingers, I feel a sense of inevitability settle over me. I think of my own father, the drill sergeant, the hardass. It was always his way, his rules: no argument, no question. There’s something of him in Lucas right now: it’s in the methodical pump of his fingers in and out of Paolo’s hole, how Paolo moves his body to his whispered commands, but mostly it’s how I make room for him on the bed without question.

He gets Paolo up on his hands and knees then he opens the bedside table drawer where we keep the lube. Like he already knows where it was, like he’d planned all this. The room spins a little faster. Paolo looks up at me for moment, but the eye contact breaks off once Lucas’s fingers go back inside him. I watch Lucas oil up his cock. It’s about as long as mine, but thicker. Paolo is going to love it. He’s going to love my son ramming his young dick inside him. There’s no question. My boyfriend’s cock is dripping down onto our sheets in anticipation.

Without further negotiation, Lucas pushes the head of his cock into Paolo and both of them make noises: Lucas grunts, Paolo swears under his breath. I can only guess at how my son’s bare dick feels inside my boyfriend; Paolo’s always insisted on condoms, but here he is taking raw cock on our bed while I watch. My dick pulses in my hands and I have to take my hand away, finding myself suddenly close to cumming.

“He’s not so tight, is he Joel? At least you broke him in for me. Don’t worry, I’ll treat his pussy right. Don’t you think, baby?” my son says. He laughs a bit then shoves forward, inserting more of himself.

Lucas hated being naked as a kid, but now he’s reveling in it. His flat stomach and bulging biceps are on full display. Taut is the word I keep tripping over. His abs are fully engaged as he grips Paolo’s ass and slams it back to receive him. Paolo looks up at me with a look of helpless, guilty pleasure as if he’s apologizing for loving every inch of Lucas’s cock. He can’t help himself. His eyes focus and unfocus as Lucas uses him hard and fast.

I rub Paolo’s face with one hand and go back to stroking myself with the other. “It’s ok. It’s alright.”

“Tell him you love my cock. Tell my dad I’m a better fuck than he is,” Lucas says. He’s grinning like a madman. The low light makes the soft planes of his face harder. “Say it.”

“I love your cock,” Paolo groans. The rest goes unsaid.

“Call me daddy. Tell me you love daddy’s big cock. Bigger than Joel’s, right? Thicker? Does he fuck you from behind, baby? I bet you love being fucked from behind. He has no idea what a good fuck his has on his hands. He doesn’t fuck you rough enough, does he? Let’s show him what you really are. Tell him this is turning you on.”

When Paolo doesn’t speak, Lucas fucks him harder. Paolo grunts turn ugly, he paws at himself, yanks at his own balls. My boyfriend is a mess. I find my own fingers circling my asshole. In this debauched space, I wonder how Lucas’s cock feels inside him. I wonder how Lucas’s hole would feel opening up for me. My asshole twitches as my finger penetrates it.

“Your big dick feels good, daddy. Fuck me hard. Make me yours,” Paolo says.

“This is how it’s done, Joel. Don’t look away. Look at me. Look at me!” I look at him. I watch his face closely as I play with my hole and jerk my cock. For a moment Paolo disappears: he’s just grunts and dirty talk and a hole to use. But Lucas is my boy and there’s sweat dripping down from his soggy crown of curls and he’s joyous, he’s as happy as I’ve ever seen him. He seems suddenly younger than his twenty-four years. And I’m driven to give him something, a gift that only I can give him.

“Cum for me, son.”

He looks weightless and blissed out, but his hips are jack-hammering his cock into Paolo’s wrecked hole. He roars when he cums. I feel it in my chest. Paolo makes a mess on the bed beneath him. I imagine his hole fluttering against Lucas’s orgasming cock, massaging it as it delivers its milky payload direct into his fucking guts. Lucas keeps fucking him through both of their seismic orgasms. I keep stroking my cock.

“Come on, dad. Join us. Do it for me,” Lucas says.

It’s enough. I shoot my load in a big arc that catches Paolo’s cheek, but also goes up over his shoulder and onto his back. My hole clamps down hard on my finger and drives out more cum in big, messy spurts. I shoot until my knees weaken and I threaten to topple, still drunk, and clumsy. My hand continues to stroke until I’m well and truly empty. Lucas swipes two fingers into the errant jizz spray on Paolo’s back and lifts it to his lips.

“Sweet,” Lucas opines.

My dick twitches.

MONDAY

I’m sitting at the island reading the paper when Lucas comes downstairs. I don’t comment on the fact that he smells like a locker room or that he’s wearing Paolo’s underwear: a pair of tight white trunks that show off his bulge and his tight young ass. Instead, when he sits down I slide my half-drunk cup of coffee across to him. He takes a sip.

“Perfect,” he says.

“Did I get it right this time?” I joke.

He laughs, tousles his own hair. But then he turns serious. “I hope… I know things went a little far last night. I don’t want to make things difficult. I just, well, I think lost control.”

Last night, Lucas slept in our bed. He was on my right with one arm slung over my chest and snoring while Paolo slept like a cat curled up against me. I barely slept a wink. It was as if I’d accidentally fallen into a world that was always meant for me. It didn’t require me to push or argue or fight. I just lay there and it happened to me.

Paolo and Lucas had fucked again and again before the three of us collapsed exhausted in the bed. I went down a prepared dinner, realizing suddenly just how many hours had passed. I came back with food to find them cuddling together. Then they broke apart and made space for me in the center.

I woke up in that same spot and climbed out of bed without waking either of them. I picked up the dirty dishes strewn about the room and came down to the quiet of the kitchen to make coffee and clear my head. I examined my actions and everyone else’s. I searched my feelings and made some decisions about what I wanted to happen next. And then I waited for Lucas to come down so I could tell him how I felt.

Sitting across from him now, I forced myself to swallow the bit of fear keeping me from opening my mouth and speaking.

“I’m still your father, Lucas. And I love you. I should say that more,” I say.

“Joel…”

“Dad,” I correct. He falls silent. “I want you to know you can talk to me about anything, Lucas. If things aren’t working out in Brooklyn, if you’re having any money issues…”

Lucas looks confused. “Money issues? I’m not—”

I continue, bulldozing past his incomprehension. “There’s space here for you if you have to move home for a while and figure things out. I’ll explain it to your mother. Stay for six months, a year even. Get back on your feet. Rent free. I’d love to have you. Paolo…well, I say he already thinks of you as family.”

I reach over and put my hand over Lucas’s on the mug of coffee and then take it from him.

I upend the cup and drain the rest of the warm brew. He’s right, it is perfect. Lucas just looks at me for a long time without expression. Then he grins, slow as the sunrise.

“I appreciate the help. I guess I could use a soft place to land. Thanks…Dad.”

My chest feels full in a way that I’m not used to. I feel overwhelmed with adoration. I grin as well.

“Of course, son. Of course.”

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The weather allowed me my first chance to use the huge pool that had been one of the reasons I’d chosen this complex. I slipped into my too-tight speedos because I’d seen the new hot young man sunning himself just five minutes before when I came back from checking the mail. I hurried back down and made sure to walk in front of him. My thick, slightly over seven-inch dick had swollen as I thought about showing off for him. I wanted him to make a move for me, to show me that he was interested.

As I neared him, he reached for a cup with a straw, and while he moved the cup in his hand, I saw his eyes dart toward mine. In the next instant, he began to cough. He dropped the cup and sat up with his head bent forward. He coughed again.

I moved over to him and crouched down. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he sputtered and coughed again.

I rubbed my hand up and down his back. “Take it easy.”

He seemed to catch his breath, but his voice sounded a little hoarse when he spoke. “No. I’m OK. Just a little dizzy.”

“Want me to walk you back to your place?” I wanted him to say yes and then invite me in.

“Can’t.” He was taking deep breaths but no longer coughing. “My brother’s in a work meeting, a zoom call.”

“Then back to my place. I’ll get you a cool glass of water.”

He agreed, and we went back to my apartment. I saw him glance down at my crotch several times. I got a bottle of water from the fridge and stood really close to him as I held it up. “A few sips of this will help.”

He stared into my eyes through his shaggy bangs. I could tell he was still in college.

“What else can I do for you?” I asked him as I dropped my hand down to the top of my swimsuit.

He swallowed hard, took a sip of water, and said, “Let me get a better look at what made me start choking.

I smiled and used my index finger to brush the hair from his eyes. I took the bottle from his hand and placed it on the counter before moving his hand over my bulge. “You mean this.”

He rubbed his hand over the area and barely audibly said, “Yeah.”

“Why don’t you kneel down and get a closer look?”

I saw him swallow again before lowering himself to his knees. I kicked off my sandals, and he pulled my suit down. I stepped out of the right leg hole. His hand gripped my stiff shaft; the head of my cock brushed against his nose. Without a word, he began to suck me. Tentatively at first and then with a little more vigor. I noticed that he would slide his lips about halfway down my dick before pulling back. I wanted all of me in his mouth.

Grabbing the hair at the back of his head, I guided him a little farther down. He didn’t resist until the head of my cock reached the entrance to his throat. “Come on, stud,” I urged. “Take the rest of it.”

I could tell he was trying to take me, but he gave up after a few seconds. He pulled all the way off. Spittle puddled on the floor from his chin. He took a deep breath and then went at it again. Each time, just as my dick was about to enter his throat and allow his nose to bury itself in my bush, he pulled back.

He sucked in air through his nose as his lips did their job on my hardness. He moved back down. This time, I made sure he was successful. I held his head and pushed myself into his throat. His eyes popped wide open as he realized he had all seven-plus inches inside him. With his airway blocked by the nice, full head of my dick, he pushed back. I began to face fuck him. More saliva dripped from him. His warm tight throat brought me close; I didn’t want to stop, and I didn’t. I shot a full load down his throat, and as I pulled back, I came again. He coughed and choked. Cum spurted from his nose and ran down his chin. He looked up at me with red, watery eyes.

“Dude, that was so awesome. Fuck, but that was awesome.”

The fact that he had enjoyed that brought me to a frenzy. I leaned forward and kissed him hard before pulling him up and turning him around. I knelt down and pulled his trunks to his knees. I spread his ass cheeks apart and licked his cunt. He squealed and I began to tongue his ass. He must have used some scented body wash to clean because I noted the aroma of a mild cologne. I reached forward and tugged at his dick with one hand as I pushed my fingers into his hole.

“Fuck me, Steve. Fuck me, please.”

I pushed his trunks down to the floor and pulled him over to the couch. I wrangled him onto his back and lifted one of his legs to my chest. My cock was raging hard, and I pressed it against his hole and pushed it.

“Fucking bastard,” he gasped.

“Shut the fuck up,” I demanded as I pushed farther into him.

“Oh, fuck, you’re too big. Fuck, man.”

I grabbed his shoulder with one hand and plunged my dick the rest of the way inside. His eyes bulged. I began to pump him and a smile came across his face. “Yeah, man. Like that. Fuck me; don’t stop.” He tried to grab my ass, but his hands were slick with spit and cum. Instead, he wrapped his fist around his own cock and began to pump it. We were a machine. I could tell I was getting close, and I slammed into him even harder.

He glared at me and nodded his head as I pushed with all my strength and filled his ass with my seed. I pushed my face forward and kissed him; he licked my chin as I pulled back. “You’re a hot babe. Now, who the fuck is Steve?”

He laughed a little. “Steve’s a guy from high school. I always wanted to suck his dick and have him fuck me. You’re my Steve now.” He laughed again. “Who’s the first guy you ever wanted to fuck?”

I thought for a second. “Roger Morton, my biology teacher. He was even hotter than you.”

“What a surprise, Steve! My name’s Roger. Can we take a shower and do this again?”

This story comes from my college years, 19, 20 years old and a whore of whores.

I was fucking anything I could. Men, Women, I had even fucked and been fucked by a tranny, she was amazing. 

I had been dating, ok fucking this crazy German chick who was in a green card marriage.

She was 6 feet tall, skinny, and legs for miles.

Great tits, a perfect ass and was kinky as fuck. She told me he was loaded and she just had to suck his cock about once a week, maybe bend over for him to try and fuck her once a month and she had it made. I never did ask about the “try”. Looking back, I should have. I just figured he was older and couldn’t get the job done.

She also had the greatest tasting cunt i ever went down on, I loved eating her. And it was tight. She did some work out spreading her legs that keep it tight. She was the first woman to tongue my asshole.

The first woman to finger my asshole and the woman who put me in my first 3 some.

She picked me up on this particular morning, saying she had a surprise for me.

Her husband will be gone all weekend, the house is ours. I had never been there, but I figured this was the time. I could fuck her in his bed, hot!

We decided to blow of school and well, blow each other. And that’s what we did all morning. We stripped and got into our 69 position with her on top. I loved her sitting on my face, her ass is sweet. I was deep in and she was loving it when she rolled off and dove down between my legs. She started eating my ass like she has done it for years and it was the best ass she ever had.

I was in extasy. She was using her tongue, her fingers playing with my hole, slipping one in I moaned like a whore…she knew I liked it and kept going. Two fingers and I was in heaven.

She looked up and said she had a surprise.

She said keep your eyes closed. I did and I listened. I felt her get up, and I heard her walking around thebroom gathering item’s.

I felt her back on rhe bed and then I felt it.

That familiar feeling of lude on my asshole…and soon a finger slipping in and out. She told me to lift my legs back to my chest, was I dreaming, then I felt that feeling only a cock feels at the entrance of my hole…

She said in her sexy German accent, “trust me lover?” I said softly, “yes” and at that moment felt a cock pop in my ass.

I opened my eyes and she looked up at me, licking my cock, she was sliding a huge rubber cock in me. I was in heaven.

I have NEVER had a woman do this, i never had any of the girls I fucked even graze my asshole and she was fucking me and blowing me and I was in complete fucking paradise.

I told her I was going to cum and she twisted that dildo in my ass so hit my prostate, and I came like never before. She swallowed all of it, slide up to me and kissed me with a mouth full of my cum.

Little did she know I’ve been there and ate that cum before. We kissed more, rubbed each other more and smiled.

We were both spent. We laid there for a bit when she left the room. She came back with a couple beers and a mirror with a pile of coke on it. Yeah, it was still the 80s.

We drank, did some lines and she started telling about all the kinky shit she did to her husband. I was getting nice and hard again.

He was a total pervert. Liked to be spanked, like to be peed on, like to be fucked with her toys…as she’s telling me all this, she climbed on my cock and slid it right in. WOW, was all I could think….She leaned down and started whispering in my ear….”I want to see you get fucked by a man…you like it right”

“like what” I asked.

“Men. You are Bi aren’t you?” She continued as she was grinding her hips into my cock.

“How’d you know” I wondered…

She said she wasn’t totally sure till today, but If I wasn’t Bi for cock I wouldn’t have let her fuck my ass.

“Yes” I said. “I loved to be fucked, i have been many times, and I love men, but I’ve never had a 3 some, much less with a man and woman”.

She said her husband would love to fuck my ass. He’s seen pictures of you and would love to cum in you…she told me.

I wasn’t ready for any of this, but with my cock deep in her, anything was ok.

She was getting faster and faster, she was going to cum, i was going to cum, and boy did we…together we came, and I shot every last drop in her.

Once again we were spent. I finished my beer and we passed out. Not sure how long, but it was getting dark outside…

I woke to a warm mouth on my cock, she was at it again. I started to get really hard again and she stopped. She came up to me and whispered to me…”he’s home, he saw your naked body sleeping and wants you more than ever.” I have to admit it, I was shocked.

I was still drunk, still high and was getting ready for the most freaky thing I’ve ever been a part of.

She turned down the lights and closed the black out curtains, it was dark.

I did another couple lines and then felt multiple hands on me. Rubbing all over, my cock, my chest, my face. Then I felt lips kissing me, they weren’t hers, they were his.

His powerful tongue taking me. He moved to my neck kissing it, to my ear and whispered “I’m going to fuck you harder than you ever fucked her, I’m going to fill you full of the cum she won’t take…do you want my cum”

I got chills, and just said, “please”…he was back to kissing me and rubbing me, all the time her mouth was on my cock and my taint.

Was I dreaming? This is the best day of my life I was thinking as he sat up and straddled my face and told me to eat his ass, and I did as I was told.

He bent forward over me sharing my cock with his wife. I could feel his cock on my face, it seemed huge, but I hadn’t seen it yet.

He grabbed my ankles and rocked back up, lifting my legs and ass for his wife to dive right in. She was tonguing my ass like never before, slipping fingers in and out.

I was still kinda stretched and lubed from earlier so it was amazing. She added more lude and slid a second finger in. I was so busy eating his ass still I hadn’t realized how large his cock was.

Impressive. I was stroking him from underneath, my ass was being stretched by this beautiful woman, and I am about to be fucked, awesome!!!

He got off me and asked her if I was ready, her reply was “he’s two finger wide” and as she finished that sentence, she said “wait 3” and slid a third finger in me. I screamed, and shot forward, and just then she said “nope, 4” and slide her 4th finger in…I had never had a hand in me, but I imagined in that moment, that’s where she was going.

He told me to roll over on my stomach and said her fingers better not come out…I did as I was told and was greeted with a smack on the ass from what I guess was his belt.

I screamed, and he did it again, harder.

All the while her hand was stretching my asshole. I was in so much pain, but the pleasure was even greater. He smacked my ass again, and again I screamed. It fucking hurts…but I didn’t care. I had never been spanked like this before, it was amazing.

He let out a sigh of approval.

And then she said “all in” and in that moment she grabbed my cock with one hand, and slammed her entire hand in my ass.

I screamed in pain, and tears ran down my face…I had never been fisted, and it hurt.

She started twisting, sliding in and out…

I still hadn’t seen, or been able to figure out just how big his cock was, but I was about to find out. He rolled up to my face and said in his deep raspy voice “suck my cock like like the whore you are” and started pushing my head down to meet his extremely hard, and enormous cock. He was the size of a beer can. Maybe 6 or 7 inches long, but as wide a beer can. I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock in my mouth, thinking how this is the fastest cock I’ve ever had. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and could barely get it in my mouth. He knew I was struggling and smacked my face, not extremely hard, but hard enough for me to flinch.

“Get that cock in your mouth whore” he said with a tone of anger, and started forcing my head down. I was gagging and I heard him chuckle…”take it slut, you are such a faggot, I’m going to punish that hole of yours”…

yes, the hole she was still fisting and eating.

I was almost choking and he let up…drooling all over his cock he asked her if I was ready…

“Ready as he’ll ever be” she said…and removed her hand. I was still trying to suck his cock that was harder and bigger than I ever imagined…I was kind scared of what was going to happen, but I was so horny and ready. How was this happening, I was in complete extasy. She came up to him and kissed him, I heard her saying “fuck him hard, make him scream for me lover, make him beg for it”…my heart was racing as he pulled his cock from my mouth and told me to stay there and keep that ass up…

He got up and started moving behind me, she bent down to me, kissed me and said “I love you, and today, you become our pet”…

I could feel his hands touching my ass, smack. A hard slap to my ass made me flinch. SMACK! Harder and Harder he smacked my ass. It was starting to hurt really bad. Tears started running down my cheeks and I heard her laugh, “aaawww little baby, be good or you’ll get more” I was melting in my pleasure…and about that time I felt his tongue licking my asshole, then his fingers…

Then he spoke, “from this moment I own you. You will obey me, my lover and you will do everything you are told, do you understand me?” I could barely speak, “yes, I understand. I will obey” he started rubbing the head of the monster at the entrance to my ass…the entire time, she was whispering things to me…

“You are my slut now, he will take your ass anytime he wants, and I will own your soul. You will please us anyway we demand or you will be punished.”

I have never been spoken to like this, and fuck it was a turn on. She then looked up at him and said in her amazingly forceful German accent “breed him my love”

And at that moment the intense pressure on my asshole gave away and his cock popped in me…I screamed and lept forward “oh God, stop” I screamed, and all I heard was their laughter. “That’s only the head bitch, shut up” he said…only the head…it was the size of her hand…he slowly pushed more in and I thought I was dying…she was sitting in front of me holding my shoulders so I couldn’t escape…he was slowly sliding in and out trying to open me more, letting my hole get use to the size…I heard him say “she could never take it all, in her pussy or asshole, think you can slut” and stared pushing more…

I think I started passing out and felt the cold slap of her hand on my face…”no, you stay with us my love, he’s not even in all the way yet”…I couldn’t imagine how much more he had, but I was going to find out. He had worked up a pretty good pace, and the pleasure I was feeling was like none before…

She had placed her legs on both side of my head and told me to “eat her pussy” and of course I did as I was told…

He slowed up and was really trying to force his monstrous tool in me…and getting closer with each push…i felt his body weight on my back as my body collapsed and i was now on my stomach with my face buried in her pussy, he kissed my neck and in a whisper he said “are you ready whore, you’re ass is mine”

And with that slammed the rest of his enormous cock in me…I screamed, and felt like I was being torn in two…he chuckled as tears streamed down my cheeks…I couldn’t move. Between his weight on my body, and her body in front of me I was his for the taking. He left his entire cock buried in me so my ass could get used to it. I could feel his pelvis on my asshole, his huge balls resting on my taint…this must be what heaven is like.

Soon, the pain was being replaced by pleasure and he knew it. He started slowly grinding his cock in me…

“Whore, you belong to us. Your only job in life will to serve us now.” He said and started pumping my asshole with long deep thrust.

What was happening, how did I get here, was racing through my mind. But I really didn’t care, this was incredible…I closed my eyes, and pushed back on that enormous cock that was buried in me…he took notice and started to pound my hole. He’s a monster, and I’m loving it. I hadn’t realized that she got up and was now just standing behind him, looking over his shoulders as he pounded my ass….

Every once in a while I heard her talking to him, some in German, some in English…

I definitely heard her say “fuck his faggot has, I want to hear him beg for your cock, i want him to feel every inch just like when he was fucking my ass.” and he would just chuckle and keep fucking…

In his gravely deep voice he said he was going to cum and impregnate my faggot ass…

And started fucking me harder…I could feel every vein in his cock as it slid in and out…

I could tell he was close, “cum in him” she said, “make him cry like the little bitch he is”

And his pace was getting intense, I think I started to pass out about the time he slammed me so hard I screamed in agony but pleaded for his to keep fucking me…

And the with the hardest slam yet, he screamed, and I felt his cum filling me…like a fire hose in me…he had stopped for a moment while his cum was filling me, he slid almost all the way out and slam, back in my ass. 3 or 4 times he did this, I could feel the cum running out of me, she was laughing and telling him “fuck that cum filled whore harder”

and he did…he continued to punish my hole…then stopped. His cock slid out of me and he moved to my face, “clean it now!” He said with gruff, raspy tone. And of course I did as I was told. And then I felt my ass cheeks being pulled open and realized she was looking at my stretched hole, but then she started licking and eating my ass…It felt amazing.

I had been cleaning his cum and ass juice covered cock to his orders and he seemed please…he pulled his cock from my mouth and just left the room…she still had her face buried in my ass and then she started sliding up my exhausted body. I felt her breast on my back, and could feel the heat from her pussy on my ass…she kissed me so gently and whispered in my ear, “I love you, and now you belong to me. To us. You will be our servant, our sex toy, and do everything that is asked or you will be punished…do you agree to this?”

And she slid her finger in my asshole before I could answer…I moaned and said “yes, I agree” with that she smacked my ass, kissed me again and like him, just left the room…

I laid there for a while wondering if this was real. How did this Penthouse forum story just happen to me…am I supposed to leave?

Where did they go?

I sat up, grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom. I started to clean myself up when I heard him…”slut, where are you?”

I answered, “in the bathroom”…

“Did I tell you to clean up? Did I say you could get out of bed?” “No” I replied…from the look on his face, he wasn’t happy. “NO WHAT?” he said…”No, sir” I answered….he smirked and told me to get over here and sit on the edge of the bed.

“I was to you agree to be our house guest.” He said…”Well, I guess so” I replied and was instantly slapped across the face…”what the hell,” I said and he smacked me again.

“You will answer Yes Sir, No Sir, or More Sir or you will be punished” he said almost angrily.

“Yes sir” I said….”you have agreed to be our pet, our whore, her slave, correct” he asked.

“Yes, sir, but I can’t” and before I could finish he smacked me again…”I do not want to hear I can’t form your mouth again or I will put you over my knee and give you the punishment you deserve, understand me” he said…

“Yes sir” I said holding back the tears and he patted my head like a dog…

“Go clean up, your ass is dripping cum on my bed.” He said and walked away.

I thought, shit. I gotta get the fuck out of here…but I really wanted to see where this was going to go, and fuck, I didn’t have any where to go it was only Friday night. So I got in the shower and started to get cleaned up when to my surprise the door opened and there she was, Naked, and as beautiful as ever. She entered the shower without saying a word…got on her knees and took my cock in her mouth…she sucked me hard again and made sure I filled her mouth with cum..

I’m not going anywhere I thought to myself.

Well. I hoped you liked this one. And once again, this actually fucking happened.

I was blown away by her and what the next few months were to bring. They were intense. But WOW, the sex just got better, kinkier if that’s a word and completely dirty!

These two were my first experience of being a slave, being owned and fuck I loved it.

I can’t wait to share what took place over the weekend…I never, never thought sex could be this intense. Even with Sir that took my male virginity and all the fucking we did, this was intense.