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We text each other for the ride telling me what he would be wearing and where to find him as we couldn’t meet at his place as he lives with his parents. I pulled my car into a small street and waited where he told me – I texted him again but no reply. I was about to give up and ride around for a bit when I saw a guy on a balance bike that matched the description he had given me. As he passed my car, he looked me in the eye and stopped. He turned and pulled up next to my car.
‘Hi,’ he said, ‘are you Jay?’
“Yes, you must be Jake?” I answered.
“Yes, um… so you want to park your car, I know where we can go?”
“Okay,” I parked the car on a second side street and he was waiting for me where I met him. It was getting darker at the time which was good because if we were doing this outdoors the cover of darkness would be better so we didn’t want to get caught. I followed him to a field and we went to a lightly wooded area. We didn’t talk much, I hadn’t dated a guy in a long time and by the sounds of him he hadn’t either. That gave me the opportunity to check him out. He was 19 then, a year younger than me . He walked in front of me, built slim, about 170 cm, so about my height. He had dark short hair that was unkempt, which I found hotter since he wasn’t obsessed with his looks.
As we walked the last stretch of the field, the conversation dwindled to odd phrases being mentioned at random. As we climbed over a barn, I noticed how dark the wooded area was. We hadn’t seen any dog walkers or other people on our short walk, so I figured we’d be fine here.
‘You seem ok with that?’ he asked, I nodded and added that I didn’t mind since I don’t know the area that well. He dropped the bag he was carrying on the floor and stood there in silence.
“I haven’t done this in a while, so I’ll follow your lead,” I whispered to him.
“Neither do I, so…” he trailed off.
Ok, time for me to act before it gets too dark to see us. I stepped towards him and he followed my lead, I gently placed a hand on the side of his head and we both leaned in and kissed.
‘See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?’ I joked as I walked in for another kiss. This time he opened his mouth wide and we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. I caught the musty young smell of his body and it drove me wild. I lowered my hand to explore his slim back and reached down to his nice round ass. He followed me and we played a bit, I could feel his erection pressing against my crotch through his shorts. I reached around and started playing with his cock through his pants. He did the same and let me lead our little forest fun. When we were both hard he reached down with both hands and ripped open my shorts, reached into my boxers and pulled my cock out. This time I followed his lead and did the same thing, reaching into his panties to pull out his cock. His was similar in thickness to mine and I sized it to be the same length as mine which is 7 inches. Pretty good match to meet this guy. We stood there stroking each other’s cocks and he wrapped his hand around my cock and started jerking me off. Any nervousness he had before was gone now. I pulled off his shirt and looked at his slim body in the crescent moonlight. Not a lot of hair on him and a nice curve on his tail. He moved his body against mine again and we started kissing each other on the mouth and neck, giving me a chance to feel the gentleness of his back and arms.
“You have a beautiful body man,” I whispered in his ear and he chuckled a little.
I lowered my head and started licking and sucking his nipples. He let out a low moan and put his hands on my shoulders.
‘whenever you’re ready, mate.’ He said I took the hint and kissed his body down to his genitals. I ran my tongue around his cock and moved my mouth to his big hairy balls. I licked them and felt his body tremble and obviously enjoying it. I sucked his balls into my mouth and felt his balls contract. When I finished my oral assault on his balls, I moved to his cock and licked his shaft until it was wet enough to enter my mouth. I licked his head and then tickled his slit and head, then brought his cock into my mouth and he let out another soft moan. He tasted delicious, musty enough to drive me wild but sweaty enough to remind me he was young. I started rocking my head back and forth, his shaft up and down. I felt his hips move towards me, trying to get his cock deeper into my throat. I rocked his hips back and forth and then got up to kiss him again.
‘good enough for you?’ I asked
‘yes was fantastic.’ He answered and kissed me again, his mouth kissing my chin and then nibbling on my ear. Then he bent down and started sucking my cock straight away without messing around. I felt the warmth of his mouth against my cock and the wetness of his saliva against my shaft. He twirled his tongue around my bark and my legs trembled a bit. I felt him jerking his cock as he slapped my shins. He got up and we wanked each other again. I knew he was close as his rhythm picked up on my cock, so I slowed down my hand movements as I didn’t want him to cum too fast and spoil the fun. I felt his cock and balls contract so I leaned down and started sucking him off again, as I did so I ran my hand up his inner thigh and he squatted slightly, so I could run a finger down his slit, I licked a finger and slowly inserted it up his ass. Shortly thereafter, I felt the first splashes of cum on my tongue – salty, but deliciously sweet. I got up and jerked him off, as I kissed him I felt his body twitch and he started to cum. I felt him shoot his load out of his cock and onto my hand. When he started firing again, his load shot onto my belly cock and down my legs. 1, 2, 3, 4…I lost count of the number of times this guy shot his load at me. He let out one last groan and I knew he was exhausted. I knelt down and wiped his cum off his cock.
I got up, do you have a towel? I asked looking down at my cum covered crotch.
‘um… yeah I think I have one in my pocket right here,’ he said turning and looking in his pocket. As he did, I got a glimpse of his pumped virgin asshole. I stepped forward and pressed my cock against his hole.
“Well that would be a great place to shoot my load in.” I grinned as he got up and pressed his back against me.
‘Maybe next time.’ he replied, handing me the towel after propping himself up.
‘Thank you.’
When I cleaned up, he got on his knees and started sucking on me again. I felt the throws of my own climax gripping me. He got up, spun me around and pushed his own cock into my ass crack and started jerking me off while kissing my neck. He reached out with his free hand and started pinching my nipples until I started moaning. I turned my head slightly to kiss him. His pace quickened and I felt my cum shoot off my cock onto the forest floor. When I was exhausted, he reached his fingers to his mouth and licked my cum off his fingertips. ‘mmmm…’ he moaned in my ear ‘delicious.’
I turned and kissed him, both our mouths tasting of cum. We got dressed and headed back to our meeting point. We didn’t talk much on the way back, but I could tell that he was just as happy as I was with what had just happened. Before we left the field he turned and kissed me again and whispered to me to call him back soon. I let him leave the field first in case we were seen together, then I went back to my car and got in.
On the drive back I was so horny I felt my balls simmering again and wanting another release. As it was now almost midnight, I decided a clearance was required. I had work to do early the next morning and a stop would mean getting off the freeway and back on the road so instead I took off my shorts and pulled my cock through my boxers and started jerking off while thinking about what had just happened while I was still tasting his salty cum on my tongue. As I climaxed again, I had to resist the urge to throw my head back and moan loudly, but I needed to keep my eyes on the road, so I decided to grip the wheel even tighter.
After coming, I licked my hands clean. ‘Wow, I taste good’ I thought to myself and drove on home.
“Mr. Williams would like to meet you at his office at 1:30 p.m.,” the secretary said.
“Okay, thanks for letting me know,” Shaun said, heart racing. Shaun was an all-conference track star at his university in Houston, TX. He was also a star student with a perfect GPA in his economics major. He had worked hard to land the coveted summer internship position at Brewster-Keagan’s New York City headquarters. Shaun had spent most of the summer educating himself about mergers and acquisitions, trying to network with company bosses and securing tenure for post-graduation. The company’s boss, Paul Williams, had a reputation for being strict and demanding, especially towards interns. Shaun had heard horror stories from interns being fired from their internships for underperforming. Of course, he was nervous when Mr. Williams called him into his office to speak with him that Friday. At 1:30 am he took a deep breath and entered Mr. Williams’ office for the meeting.
“I think you’ve done an excellent job so far, Shaun. And I’m a pretty hard -to-impress man. They are professional and hard working, come early, leave late and ask for help when you need it. You will be a great addition to the company when you graduate.”
Shaun listened excitedly as his boss rattled off praise after praise for his performance on the summer internship. “Thank you, Mr. Williams. I’ve had a great experience working with you and learning from the other analysts.”
His boss then smiled, leaned back and said: “With so much work in the office today, I forgot to eat lunch. Let’s go to Dorsia’s .” They walked four blocks to the chic restaurant that seemed to attract all the bigwigs of Wall Street. After they ate, Mr. Williams said he had a suggestion. “I’m flying to Houston next Thursday to meet with a client. Why are you not coming? It gives you a chance to see a different side of the field. You go to school in Houston, so I assume you’re pretty familiar with the city.”
Shaun replied, “Yes sir. Thank you for the opportunity.”
The next week, Shaun and Mr. Williams flew first class to Houston. A driver took us to the exclusive Hotel Zaza in the Museum District. Mr. Williams had booked the “Bella Vita Suite”. The hotel room was the size of a two bedroom penthouse with a king bed in each room, two bathrooms and a kitchenette.
Mr. Williams was able to close the deal with the client that Friday and they returned to the hotel in the afternoon to relax. “Let’s party tonight!” he exclaimed.
“What did you have in mind?” asked the intern.
“We can get drinks and go to a strip club if you’re up for it.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Shaun said, laughing.
Shaun went to his room and took a long shower. When he was done, he dried himself off and looked at his body in the mirror. Standing at 6-1, 175 lbs. With muscular arms, a V-shaped chest, six-pack abs and thick, toned thighs, the 21-year-old was quite a physical specimen. The icing on the cake was his plump chocolate lips, perfect white teeth and hazel eyes. However, his most stunning feature was his ass. It jutted out of his athletic body like two round bowling balls. It honestly looked like one of those ancient Greek sculptures. He had a reputation with women for being a gifted lover, but few knew of his antics with other men. Shaun liked women, but he *loved* men, especially older men. Seeing grown men drooling all over his ass and losing their minds gave him an indescribable sexual thrill. His lovers included a married neighbor, the manager of a local restaurant, and the principal of a rival high school. Those stories, however, are for another day. Suffice it to say that he was the perfect power bottom . His oral skills were also exceptional and there wasn’t a cock too big for him to deepthroat. Due to his status as a star athlete, Shaun kept this part of his life a secret and none of his close friends or family knew about it. Since moving to Houston for college, he hadn’t had time to indulge his cravings between practice and classes. Aside from the occasional one-night stands with girls after parties, his college sex life had been relatively boring. He longed to have all his holes filled again but didn’t have time to meet anyone. He was so horny his balls hurt. His sex life was limited to masturbating 2-3 times a week and having fun with one of his many 10 inch dildos. “I really need a cock right now,” he murmured. He massaged cocoa butter all over his body, paying particular attention to his mountainous glutes and firm pecs. Although he was more in the mood for cock, he was excited to de-stress and have a drink with his boss. To be honest, Shaun secretly had a crush on his boss.
At 45, Paul Williams was still extremely handsome and fit. He was 6-3 years old, had brown hair, brown eyes, broad shoulders, toned arms and a handsome face with a strong chin. The young CEO had the perfect resume: BA from Yale, MBA from Harvard Business School, 10 years as an analyst at Goldman Sachs before quickly climbing the ranks of Brewster-Keagan. He was married to his college sweetheart, Courtney, and their only son was a 20-year-old sophomore at Yale who followed in his father’s footsteps. life was perfect He had really taken an interest in the new young intern. Shaun reminded him so much of himself in those days – upwardly mobile and striving to improve every day. He hoped to offer him a job at the company after he graduated. Truth be told, the trip to Houston was both business and pleasure. Work had been so busy that he hadn’t spent more than a few hours at home each night. He hadn’t had sex in over two months and was incredibly horny. He was looking forward to relaxing a bit before returning to New York for work.
Shaun and Paul went to a few bars in downtown Houston. It was interesting to see the usually serious boss in a less professional environment. Mr. Williams seemed much more relaxed and they chatted about a variety of topics throughout the evening – from sports to fitness to the different types of women in New York. After about 2 hours they both felt pretty tipsy . “Still in the mood for the strip club?” asked Paul. “Let’s go!” They came to the strip club and paid the absurd entrance fee. After a few hours of overpriced drinks and uninspired lap dances, they decided to head back to the hotel.
When they got back to the hotel, Paul sat on the couch and Shaun changed into a t-shirt and gym shorts. He went back into the living room to sit on the couch with his boss. They laughed as they talked about the evening.
“That stripper couldn’t fucking dance,” said Mr. Williams, “I bet you could dance better.”
“And I wouldn’t charge $40 a song!” Shaun replied.
Mr. Williams started shaking with laughter and Shaun soon joined in. Both were still very drunk. Shaun got up and started playing club music from his phone. He began mimicking the stripper’s rigid dance moves. Paul pulled a couple of $20 bills out of his wallet and started throwing them at the intern’s feet. “Would you like a dance, sir?” asked Shaun.
At this point, Mr. Williams burst out laughing. “Yes, I want to dance. But what about that?
“Depends on how much you’re willing to bid.”
Paul grinned, “Well, first you have to show me what you offer.”
Shaun took off his shirt as they both laughed uncontrollably.
“Wow, you’re smart,” Paul said, looking at Shaun’s muscular body.
“You haven’t even seen the best part,” Shaun replied quietly.
The intern started pulling down his shorts and the boss threw some more bills at his feet. After removing his shorts, Shaun turned and began to move his hips. Paul’s heart almost exploded. The young man’s ass was beautiful. The Calvin Klein boxers hugged both fleshy, juicy, firm cheeks of his ass tightly. He had never seen a bigger, juicier ass on a man or woman. Paul had been straight all his life, but he couldn’t even deny his feelings as his cock hardened in response to Shaun’s titanic ass.
Shaun noticed that Paul had stopped laughing and asked nervously, “Are you okay, sir?”
“Yes, yes, just bored. I thought you were the best stripper in the business. You haven’t shown me anything yet!”
Shaun relaxed and really started moving his hips and bouncing his butt. Slowly he moved closer and closer to his boss.
In his mind, Paul rationalized what was happening. “We’re both drunk. Music and dancing can’t hurt. I should just relax and enjoy. That doesn’t make me gay,” he thought.
“Ready for this dance?” asked Shaun.
“You kept me waiting the whole time.
Shaun’s heart was racing. Was his boss really involved in this? Are you still joking?
“Okay. Since you were so nice and patient, I’ll let you touch me,” he said with a wink. Taking a deep breath, he turned and sat on his boss’ lap, facing him. He started dragging his muscular ass into his boss’ lap.
Paul sat motionless, unsure of what to do. Had her little game gone too far? His cock was now fully erect and sliding into his intern’s juicy ass. It took all his strength to suppress a groan.
Shaun leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I thought I said you could touch me. Here, let me help you.” He guided Paul’s hands to his mountainous ass. As if on cue, he pressed.
” Shit , baby, I can feel your cock. It’s huge. Maybe I’ll let you play with me a little more. I won’t tell anyone.” said Shaun. The music was still playing, but long forgotten as both men were focused on each other. Shaun continued to grind Paul’s clothed cock and Paul continued to fondle Shaun’s bubble butt.
“Are you having a good time, dad?”
“Yes,” Paul whispered slowly.
“Would you like to know what else is coming with the dance?”
“What is that?”
“You’re just getting it.”
“You do this for every guy you dance for?”
“No, only the good looking ones. And as hard as that cock feels, I think you’re up for more.”
Paul swallowed and said, “Maybe that’s me.”
Shaun replied, “Let me see what I’m working with.”
He got up and stepped back. Paul sat in silence as his intern removed his pants, followed by his boxers. His cock fell out. Shaun’s mouth watered as he stared at his boss’ cock: it was 9 inches tall, thick, veined and rock hard. Shaun moved so that he was kneeling between Paul’s legs. He slowly and methodically kissed Paul’s inner thighs in a trail to his cock. Before reaching the prize, he licked and sucked his balls one by one, enjoying the salty taste. Then he licked his big cock up to his head.
“Tell me what you want,” Shaun ordered with an evil smile.
When Paul didn’t answer, Shaun tilted his head forward and swallowed his cock almost to the root.
Paul moaned, “Oh shit!” as Shaun twirled his tongue around his cock, taking more and more of it into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down and soon had his full length in his mouth.
“Fuck….don’t stop…stop …feels… sooo… good.”
His eyes met Shaun’s as he watched his thick lips inhale his cock while his experienced tongue continued to work it. Shaun suddenly stopped sucking on his boss and stood up.
“Let’s bring this fun into the bedroom.”
Obsessively, Paul got up and followed Shaun to his room. Inside, Paul sat on the bed while Shaun took off his boxers. He grabbed a bottle of lube from his suitcase and began applying it liberally to his asshole and to Paul’s cock. Shaun then crawled onto the bed and got on all fours . He seductively twerked his ass on his boss. Amazingly, he could bend and twerk one gigantic cheek after another.
He looked over his shoulder and asked, “What are you waiting for?” Needing no further encouragement, Paul removed his shirt and crawled forward. He aimed his cock at Shaun’s hairless round hole. It slid in with little resistance and they both moaned at the same time.
“Oh dad…”
Paul’s cock quickly disappeared between the huge cheeks. He started slowly at first, but quickly worked his way into a rhythm.
” Ohh yes ! Fuck me Paul! Spank my big ass!”
Paul slapped his intern on the butt, making him moan again. Shaun started shoving his ass back into Paul to match his thrusting. Paul stopped moving as Shaun started twerking his ass on his cock. His eyes rolled back into his head as his hot intern’s ass swallowed his cock whole.
After about 10 minutes, Shaun said, “Let’s try something different.”
He lay on his back and spread his toned legs apart. They started fucking missionary style . Paul was amazed at how tight Shaun’s hole was and how he could take his entire length. Shaun wrapped his log thighs around Paul’s waist and pulled him down against him. Paul really started hitting Shaun.
“Oh! Yes daddy! Shit ! Don’t stop! Keep fucking me! I love your big cock! Fuck me like a bitch ! Ohhh .”
Their faces were only inches apart now. Shaun put his hands behind Paul’s head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. His big lips smacked against Paul’s as they made out. Shaun shoved his tongue into Paul’s mouth and their tongues immediately began dueling. Cheeks tucked in, they continued to French kiss passionately while Paul continued to fuck Shaun .
The boss began to feel the pressure building at the base of his cock. “Oh shit ! I’ll be right there.”
Shaun said breathlessly, “I want it all in my mouth.”
Paul pulled out of Shaun and aimed his cock at his mouth as he began to cum uncontrollably. Streams of thick, hot cum spurted out of his cock for about 30 seconds, filling Shaun’s mouth completely. The intern smiled, enjoying the cum and swallowing it all without spilling a drop. Paul, now sweating and out of breath, fell back into bed. Shaun joined him.
Paul, now coming to his senses and slowly sobering up, began to think. What the hell did I just do? I just fucked my intern in the ass and I enjoyed it. Am I gay?
Before his mental battle could continue, Shaun straddled him and began twerking again.
“We are not finished yet.”
Paul looked in the mirror in front of the bed. Watching his intern’s big, firm chocolate ass squeeze, flex and grind into him was enough to make him hard again. Shaun rubbed more lube on his cock and mounted his boss. Paul once again watched with lust as his cock disappeared into Shaun’s sexy hole. He glanced at the mirror again as Shaun’s mirror wobbled as he rose and fell onto his cock. Paul ran his hands over Shaun’s toned arms, chest and pecs.
“Shit…so …sexy “
Shaun leaned forward and said with his lips close to Paul’s ear, “This booty is all yours .” He then stuck his tongue in Paul’s ear, making him moan. He kissed Paul’s chest and sucked on his neck. This brought Paul over the edge and he started cumming in Shaun’s ass just as Shaun cummed on Paul’s stomach and chest. Shaun greedily licked the cum off Paul’s body and swallowed it again. Completely exhausted, Paul collapsed into bed and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning Paul woke up with a bad hangover. He sat up and was about to make himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen when he noticed a cup of hot coffee on the bedside table . He rubbed his eyes, took the cup and began to drink. He rubbed his eyes. “What happened last night?” he thought. His mind was foggy. He went into the bathroom and turned on the light. His eyes widened as he looked at his reflection. There was dried semen all over his stomach and chest. The events of the previous nights shot into his head all at once. Shaking his head, he brushed his teeth and took a hot shower. Feeling a little refreshed, he tied a towel and returned to the bedroom. He left Shaun’s bedroom and as he walked through the living room on his way to his own room, he noticed Shaun sitting on the couch. He had showered and was dressed in a white bathrobe.
“Good morning, Mr. Williams.”
“Good morning Shaun.” said Paul.
They stared at each other in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. To defuse the tension, Shaun smiled and said, “You look like you could use another cup of coffee.”
Paul laughed and replied, “Now that sounds great.” Shaun went into the kitchen to pour himself another cup of coffee. Paul went into his room just contemplating what to wear for the day when Shaun came in with the coffee.
Shaun sighed and said, “Don’t worry.
Paul exhaled and replied, “Thank you.”
Shaun smiled and said, “Plus we were both pretty drunk.
“Right.”
Shaun put the coffee on the dresser and turned to leave. Paul stepped forward and grabbed his arm lightly. “Shaun, thank you again.”
“For what?”
“For being a great intern. I really enjoyed working with you and I look forward to continuing to work together.”
Shaun grinned again. “Me too.” Shaun sat down on the bed. “I’m so hungover. I think I’ll just relax in the room for a while.” As he got up to leave, his robe fell to the floor. He bent down to pick up the robe and Paul marveled at his intern’s delicious, curvy, muscular ass.
“How can any man have such a perfect ass?” He asked himself. Shaun quickly laced up his robes and left the room.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Paul spent an hour on the phone with his wife. Shaun slept for about 9 hours. They both eventually recovered and decided not to go out that night. The two ate at a restaurant in the hotel and went back to their room. When they got back into the room, Shaun asked, “What time is the flight tomorrow?”
“7:30 am but we leave the hotel around 5:00 am”
“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning, Mr. Williams. Thanks again for the great trip.”
“Yes, see you tomorrow morning.”
Shaun went to his room. Paul sat on the couch and thoughtlessly flipped through the TV channels. He noticed that Shaun had left his laptop on the couch. He picked it up and knocked on Shaun’s door.
“Hey Shaun. You left your laptop on the couch.”
“Aw, ok, you can come in!” Paul entered the room and placed Shaun’s laptop on the stand. Shaun was bent over, folding his clothes in his suitcase. He was shirtless and wearing only gym shorts. To Paul’s dismay, Shaun was also wearing a black thong that clearly bisected the firm cheeks of his ass. Paul walked towards him.
“Need help packing?”
“No, I’m almost done,” Shaun replied. Paul stood there in silence, unsure of what to do. Shaun finally stood up and asked, “Do you need anything?”
Paul said nothing.
Shaun grinned and said, “Looks like we’ll be staying the night again.”
Paul had his back against the wall. Shaun said, “Well, I’ll get more comfortable.” He pulled down his shorts and thong. He turned and sat down to pull the sheets off. His ass accidentally brushed against Paul’s crotch. Paul let out a groan and that was all the encouragement Shaun needed. He started rubbing his ass in Paul and twerked him better than any girl in the club. After about a minute he stopped and turned to Paul. Before his boss could say anything, Shaun pressed his lips to his. Tongues dueled and cheeks dug as they made out like teenagers. Paul’s hands quickly fell into their now familiar place on Shaun’s butt.
Shaun said, “I want you to nail me to the damn bed this time . Paul nodded and the boss and intern fell into bed for another intense lovemaking session.
In the days that followed, I realized that I was perceiving other men’s buttocks the same way I would have previously noticed women’s breasts. They were no longer just harmless piles of meat to sit on and do other, less savory things with; They were suddenly very intriguing, from their different shapes and sizes to the different hems their underwear made when they bent over.
I work in tech – still a largely male-dominated field – and suddenly the forest of pant asses that had surrounded me for years without arousing an ounce of my attention became the subject of my fascination and fantasies.
Some of the boys – especially the younger ones – wore tight fitting pants that showed off their firm and round buttocks nicely. I found myself in the odd position of envying the padded seats of her office chairs because I could spend most of the day squeezing such gorgeous buttocks so tightly against her. How good it would be to have such cheeky cheeks sitting on me for so long; how exciting to nestle secretly between them as they swooped down on me.
I wondered why I hadn’t noticed the buttocks of my fellow human beings before. They were so ripe and round – looked so delicious and, I had to admit, cried out for having a mouth to feast on. I spent hours daydreaming about doing the things I’d seen on the internet with them – pulling down their pants and underwear and teasing their hairy crevices with my tongue, reveling in their unique tastes and smells.
I could never recall ever developing erections at work, but now I seemed to spend most of the day in a state of distinct arousal. I started wearing a jacket to hide the activity going on in my pants which my underwear couldn’t hold back and tried to point my hard-on up under my belt whenever possible, so that it was flat against my stomach. Despite these precautions, I’m pretty sure some of my co-workers have noticed that my pants sometimes flap out at the crotch: I just hoped they didn’t realize that this seemed to be happening right after I stared at their ample buttocks.
When erections became particularly problematic, I would retire to the gentlemen at the end of my corridor so I could attend to myself as discreetly as a shared bathroom could. Visiting the gentlemen had the added bonus that I could occasionally see a bare bum as some men chose to use the urinal with their pants and underwear pulled down around their thighs. I had never understood why they would do that – I was way too shy to even pull my cock out through my fly at the urinal and always went straight for the privacy of the cubicles – but what struck me before was the exhibitionistic way of urinating was now another source of interest and excitement.
I loafed around the sinks and watched through the mirror my co-workers standing at the urinals while I cleaned my hands as thoroughly as if I had OCD. A few of them glared at me, aware that I was looking at them, and I hastily finished the sentence and left the gentlemen. But mostly they didn’t notice my interest as they got up and peed, allowing my eyes to feast on their exposed butt and my cock throbbing in my pants. Flabby or muscular, hairy or smooth, round or oblong – they all intrigued me and made me want to push my face into them so my tongue could tickle their perky little holes.
A guy on the third floor – a young guy named Jason who was on the design team – would pull his pants up around his thighs but keep his knickers pulled up and covering his butt. He wore tight-fitting briefs of various colors that nicely cupped the paired balls of his buttocks and seductively dug up into the deep valley between them. He stood and urinated, either unconsciously or unconcerned that he was the object of my enchanted gaze while I focused on where the material was riding up between his cheeks, wondering how many times it would brush his hot, pink ring and how much of its rich, earthy scent would cling to the fabric.
How exciting would it feel to stick my nose in the back of his panties and sniff the scents of his day? How arousing would he smell back there, just above the tops of his legs, where the sweat seeping back from his balls would give way to something very personal? And how erotic would it be to pry his panties from his cheeks to compare the subtle scent he’d transferred to the material with the more lewd taste of his naked source?
After my co-workers fastened their clothes and returned to work, I ducked into a stall and vented my excitement on a wad of toilet paper, hoping the sound of other toilet flushes would drown out the pounding rhythm of my fist and that whoever came after I couldn’t smell the strong semen odor I was leaving behind. Then, with a cock mercifully soft but a conscience racked with guilt, I returned to my desk where my mind had strayed to bring about this.
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“Oh, bastard.”
One of the toner cartridges in the printer in my office was jammed. The printer is under my desk, which makes it difficult to get to and see if something goes wrong, so no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t dislodge the cartridge from the mechanism that had caught it .
Eventually I called IT support and they sent Bradley, one of their techs, down to help me.
Bradley had not been with the company for long. He was a skinny guy in his mid-twenties whose face was always covered with stubble, although he probably shaved every day. His hair was receding noticeably and he kept it very short as many men his age do when they find themselves going bald prematurely. He always struck me as a very idiotic guy; one of the guys pint in hand in the pub after work and a player in the Friday night quintessential league.
We engaged in the usual small talk we always had when an IT mishap brought it to my office. He didn’t believe in conversation, but he quickly let me know that his girlfriend was pregnant with a rush of pride that made him seem quite endearing.
“That’s great,” I said, smiling to hide my impatience to get my printer working again.
“Yes,” he said, beaming broadly. “We’re both over the moon, to be honest.”
I wanted to wrap things up with a “nevertheless…” and get him on to the printer thing, but he clearly wanted to talk about what he saw as his impressive accomplishment.
So I asked, “Well…uh…when is it due?”
“In the spring…which gives us time to find a place together. Somewhere for the three of us.”
He looked at me expectantly and I realized I should be grinning silly and cooing a little because it was so cute. Since I was angry with myself, I did so dutifully.
After a more obligatory back-and-forth about the fetus, Bradley finally turned his attention to the printer.
He peered at it in the darkness under my desk.
I said the obvious: “It’s a bit difficult to see how it jammed.”
“Is it possible to get the printer out from under the desk?”
I shook my head. “Not without a lot of junk, unplugging and fiddling with cables.”
He unsnapped a leather pouch from his belt and unfolded it to reveal a set of small screwdrivers and other tools. Beneath it was a narrow torch.
“Et voilà!” he said, turning it on with an expectant grin that made him look like he thought I’d be impressed with his use of French.
Unable to force an answer, he crouched on all fours and leaned forward to shine his flashlight into the bowels of my printer. His butt was sticking out from under my desk, looking a little skinny, pressed out against his black work pants, but no less appealing for that. His cheeks betrayed the telltale hem of his panties and pointed down like an angle indicating the ruffled prize nestled between his legs.
“Keep an eye on the screen,” he shouted.
I flinched a little, afraid he’d caught me peering at his butt, but I realized he was too busy looking at the printer to notice my interest. He just wanted me to see if what he was doing had any effect on screen, which it didn’t.
“No answer yet,” I replied.
I looked back at his protruding bottom as he knelt forward on all fours. Even though it was so thin, I was still mesmerized by the deep tear that opened between his buttocks as he leaned further forward and asked me what it would be like to push my face into it. Would I be able to smell the same alluring scent that had hypnotized me while I was under Guy? Would it have the same effect on me even if I sniffed it through his clothes?
My cock started to lengthen in my boxers and I put my hand in my pocket to keep it from leaving an obvious lump in my pants.
“Anything come out now?” he asked from under my desk.
“Er…nothing on screen,” I mumbled.
He repositioned himself and spread his legs a little wider, pushing his butt out further while struggling to get to the printer. His crack was spread open invitingly and I stared at her, feeling my cock slowly harden against my hand at the thought of what lay just beneath the material of his pants and underwear.
He called out, “Do you want to get down behind me?”
I knew what he meant, but the image that presented his question made my cock twitch and I felt a drop of liquid spill out of his slit. I took my hand out of my pocket and noticed I was wearing a gusset bar over one leg of my pants and knelt behind him and peered over his back to see what he was doing. My face was level with his ass but I kept it a respectable distance away.
He looked at me over his shoulder and said, “I thought you’d want to know how to do this – save time if it happens again.”
I nodded. “Very helpful, yes.”
He added, “You have to lean forward a little bit … that’s pretty fiddly.”
I moved forward a little, my face wandering to the spread buttocks he presented to me.
He smiled at me and teased, “I’ll try not to get my butt in your face!”
My cock lengthened again and I could feel the thickening shaft being squeezed by the leg of my pants. I smiled back and tried to look casual and said, “Don’t worry. I’ve been around the block a few times…”
I wasn’t sure what I meant by that last statement, but he grinned like it made some sense and turned back to the misbehaved printer.
He said, “Your problem is with the feed mechanism… the feed unit is misaligned.”
I mumbled something to indicate that I might be vaguely interested in what he was talking about and shifted my attention to his butt.
This had turned out to be an opportunity of sorts.
He babbled on, flavoring what he said with a wide array of printer-related vocabulary that I neither understood nor cared about while studying his butt. His buttocks seemed long and thin and oddly feminine, but he might have pulled his pants up a bit. Where the black fabric had slid between his cheeks, his panties no doubt rubbed against his crevice. There was a noticeable pair of bulges between his legs where his nuts pressed against the material. They must be nice and plump, I reasoned, and from the way he’d managed to impregnate his girlfriend so quickly, the liquid they were producing was clearly very strong.
He turned back to me and said, “Come a little closer. I promise I won’t fart!”
I smiled. Yes, I would definitely draw the line there.
I kept moving towards him, my chin almost touching his butt now while pretending to strain my eyes to see what he was doing at the printer. Just being in this position, with my face so close to another man’s ass, made my cock harden to full size. It was constrained by the position it was in my boxer shorts, and the fat, bulbous head felt like it was trying to tear through the material as it expanded.
I asked, “So you can make it move?”
He muttered to unclip something first and told me to pay close attention. As he leaned forward to do what he was doing, he moved his bottom slightly towards me so that the crevice between his buttocks where his pants had ridden up was now level with my nose.
I gently pressed my nose between his buttocks and inhaled the smell of his gaping ass. Instead of the pungent smell I was hoping for, all I got was the hygienic scent of washing powder from the fabric of his pants. It was a Monday – they would probably have been washed over the weekend and were fresh this morning.
Oh, bastard.
I nudged my nose further down toward where his asshole would likely be, hoping to get at least a hint of something more natural. My cock throbbed in anticipation, struggling painfully to right itself in the cramped space it was in. My foreskin had pulled back, exposing its pink sensitive tip to the rough material of my boxer shorts.
I pushed my nose into his crack right where his hot little ring would be and –
Someone coughed behind me.
I jumped up and in my haste banged my head on the underside of my desk, loudly and quite painfully. I staggered backwards and then, using my chair to help myself, staggered to my feet.
In front of me was a guy I vaguely knew from accounting. He was tall and well built, with a large muscular chest and a thick head of black hair. I seemed to think his name was Cameron.
He stared at me, his expression unreadable.
I mumbled and rubbed my sore head. “Sorry…I just wanted…he’s fixing my printer.”
He said in a voice as impassive as his face, “I’ve brought some product specifications for you to look through.”
“Oh right. Thanks.”
He put them on my desk.
Then he peered down at my crotch. And stared at it demonstratively.
I realized my erection was obvious and the front of my pants camped out in a distinctive protruding pole. Blushing with embarrassment, I covered my arousal with my hand.
“Sorry… I… uh…”
Cameron – if that was his name – looked up at me again, his expression still impenetrable.
Bradley’s voice called out from under my desk, “You might want to check this out, Rob! Whatever he was fiddling with made a noise like a cartoon feather.
Cameron glanced at the source of the voice, then turned his gaze back to me. “Well, I’ll let you go back to what you just did.”
I mumbled, “Yes.”
He added, perhaps with a touch of humor, “Enjoy it.”
And he turned and left us to him.
I couldn’t taste what pleasures might be lurking behind the strong smell of washing powder in Bradley’s ass crack. I watched him release the tape, not really noticing what he was doing, instead repeating in my head what had just happened to find out how much Cameron might have seen and what he could do about it.
I spent the rest of the day—actually most of the week—waiting to be called to my manager’s office, where I was told that charges of sexual harassment would be filed against me. I was ready with my incredulous laughter and outraged disbelief at what I was being accused of. “Sniffing a man’s butt!?” I was ready to sneer at them. “Bradley, the IT guy!? Is this some kind of joke? Is it an April Fools joke or something?”
But no call came.
In the meantime, I did a little discreet research on Cameron. That was actually his name – his full name was Cameron Waterhouse – and he was married with a couple of kids. He had a reputation for being a safe, dependable pair of hands and being very sociable, if a little boring.
I next saw him in the corridor as he walked right past me without even noticing me. I couldn’t help blushing, of course, but Cameron seemed totally unaware of me.
I wondered if maybe I was wrong and he hadn’t seen what I was doing to Bradley’s butt. Or if he’d seen where my nose had gone, he might not be able to believe it — after all, it was common knowledge around the office that I’d been married for nearly a decade and had my face stuck in the male IT technician’s butt wouldn’t be likely Scenario in which I could interfere.
He had seen my erection – unfortunately that much was true. I couldn’t pretend he didn’t—my dick is way too big to pass for a stray wallet or a misplaced phone. The thick and curving bulge that had formed in my pants when I got up made it clear that he was looking at my aroused penis – he could probably see the engorged glans throbbing. Perhaps it was more what had stunned him than the activity that had been going on under the desk. And as embarrassing as it was to be caught with an erection at work, it has to happen occasionally, even in a male-dominated workplace, and let’s face it, I really hadn’t done anything wrong.
So I figured I wouldn’t hear from Cameron any more.
===
In the weeks that followed, I used every opportunity to sift through the wealth of information on the subject of rimming on the internet and, of course, to study the available pictures even more intensively.
From the stories I read, it seemed that the path I had taken, from giving a reluctant blowjob to help a desperate friend to accidentally discovering illegal treasure lurking behind his balls, was the most common path , on which men found out they had a taste for the buttocks of their fellow men. I was almost disappointed that my introduction to rimming seemed so unobtrusive.
However, there was a sprinkling of more interesting discovery stories. In one instance, a young-sounding guy had helped his friend climb over a high wall and ended up burying his face in his mate’s butt after his friend slipped. In another case, two drunk students had encountered a similar position while playing Twister. The crampedness of the tents provided opportunities for others, with the claustrophobic scrambling around to undress and put on clothing leading to some random ass-in-face moments. And a bet between two rugby players ended with one of them being tricked into kissing his pal’s bum in the dressing room after a match took place too much hilarity on the part of the team when the guy performing the kissing ended up with a ended up with a noticeable bump in his jockstrap .
While some men said they prefer rimming a freshly soaped and clean-shaven butt, the majority, like me, admitted to being smitten with its natural hairiness and its own inherent smells and tastes. “I expected it to be gross but was amazed at how energized and aroused I felt by its weird smell,” one man wrote, succinctly summarizing my own experience. Another explained that “just a while ago, the sight of another guy’s hairy butt would have been something I would have been disgusted with. Now I want in there, right between his cheeks and just a whiff of that man’s butt smells get me hard every time.” Pretty.
Finding any clues as to why this might be the case – and it seemed to be the case for a wide range of men – proved bewilderingly difficult. Theories abounded, but none stood out as the most compelling. Pointing out that we all have a homosexual aspect to our sexuality, some men suggested that since male genitalia hold so little appeal to us as predominantly straight men, we channel those feelings towards something more rounded and feminine. Others commented, perhaps more plausibly, that the joys of rimming were a throwback to an earlier era of humankind when grooming between primitive males was an important social function. However, the evidence supporting the ideas put forward was hardly vague, and it seemed that no one really had any credible clue as to why same-sex rimming was so compellingly attractive to some of us.
Some men seemed to see rimming as a precursor to penile penetration; a rectum wetting in preparation for the other man’s mounting. This idea hadn’t occurred to me and I initially dismissed it as something I wouldn’t be interested in. I really couldn’t imagine pranking another man – sticking my penis in such a dirty area seemed like a definite turn off and I didn’t think I could sustain an erection long enough to successfully climax there come. But other than that, just a few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have believed myself capable of doing what I’ve been doing and enjoying so much; I didn’t think I would browse sites like this.
I discovered that it was possible to watch movies of men licking each other for free. There was a huge variety of material showing men engaging in a wide range of sexual activities with one another, from mutual masturbation to anal penetration in its many guises. While I considered some of them “hardcore,” I didn’t find them nearly as arousing as the ones that throw man tongues and asses together so nicely in the lead roles.
Of the rimming videos, I had many favorites, but the one I returned to most often featured two men crouched back-to-back on a bed, with their legs wide apart and their balls swinging. A third guy was among them, tongue out, licking first one man’s squatting ass and then the other. How I envied him: floating under not one, but two gorgeous bums, feasting on their different flavors and savoring their different smells. All three men were erect and the different sizes and shapes of their aroused cocks added an extra layer to my fascination with this video: one of the men had a small fat cock which I found quite cute; another was longer but thinner with a graceful curve at its shaft. The third – the guy lying on his back – was built quite like me, with a long thick tail and a very prominent pair of nuts; Unlike me, he showed no confidence in relation to his size and I admired the way he flaunted his arousal and kneaded his ample balls while his mouth worked on his friends’ assholes.
When Jake was out of the house, I frantically masturbated in front of pictures and films of other men doing what I had enjoyed so much myself. And once he got home, I found ways to be more discreet, like I had that first night. I feared he would catch me enjoying myself in what seemed likely to him intolerably filthy circumstances, but the urge to explore the wealth of material that was out there was just too strong for him resist.
Friday nights were my best time to scour the net because Jake often stayed over at his mum’s. I tried not to think about how my ex-wife would react if she saw me like this: curled up, with my pants around my ankles, who noisily dodged in front of images of men licking other men’s spread asses.
At least she couldn’t mock her favorite defeat: “Predictable as always, Robert.”
I saw him while pumping my gas and he immediately caught my attention. On the one hand, not so many people walk through the forest with me because there is a lot of nothing for miles. Second, he was walking in one of our patented torrential rainstorms, and with the wind and crackling lightning, this wasn’t a night for a hike.
I called out to the shadowy figure wearing a hoodie, but she couldn’t hear me over the noise of the storm and kept walking. A car sped past him and as he did so he turned and stuck out his thumb. The car drove on, either he didn’t see him or just wasn’t interested in taking a chance on a stranger on a night like this.
After filling up, I jumped in the car and drove down the street. As I approached the young lad, he turned and gave a halfhearted thumbs-up, obviously not having had much luck so far. I slowed down and stopped about ten meters in front of him and he ran towards me, opened the car door and gave me a hopeful look.
“Hop in before you drown,” I said, and he got in eagerly.
“Thank you!” he said, apologizing for getting the seat wet.
“There’s not much you can do about that on a night like this,” I said. “Where you go?”
“East.”
East was a direction, not a destination, and after we talked for a while, I found out that he’d taken the bus to Chicago with the money he’d gotten to graduate from high school. It had been a dream of his to see the Cubs at Wrigley Field, but the trip didn’t go very well.
The Cubs had lost, but what made the trip worse was the fact that on the first day he had lost his wallet or it had been stolen by a pickpocket. In any case, the wallet contained his bus ticket, his ticket to the next day’s game and most of his money, and he was stranded almost 600 miles from home. Two days later he had managed to reach about halfway.
“Why didn’t you call your people?” I asked.
“You would never let me forget that,” he told me. “I have a habit of losing things and stuff like that and my mother didn’t even want me to leave because she was afraid I would do something stupid – like me.”
“Won’t they worry about you?”
“Nope. I shouldn’t be home until tomorrow anyway,” he said.
“You’ll never get there on roads like this.”
“I don’t even know where I am.”
“You’re about 40 miles from Buffalo,” I told him. “I would take you there, but not in this weather. If you want, you can stay with me tonight and I can drive you to Buffalo in the morning. My apartment is about two miles ahead.”
“I should really get on with it,” he said, but his voice lacked any conviction and the loud clap of thunder that followed the lightning made us both jump.
“Up to you,” I said, and as I approached the street my seat was on, I pulled onto the shoulder of the street.
“I’m turning here,” I said before making him an offer I hoped he couldn’t refuse. “I tell you something. If you want, you can stay with me tonight and I’ll drive you to Buffalo in the morning and you can take a bus home from there.”
“But I don’t have enough…”
“I’ll buy you the ticket and you can send me the money if you can,” I told him in my most reassuring voice. “I used to do stuff like that when I was your age and I remember what my parents were like. That way they never have to know.”
It took my young friend about a second to realize that he was getting the opportunity to come home without struggling to see his parents, and he eagerly accepted my offer.
“That would be great, mister,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. “I’ll pay you back too. I promise it.”
“I’m sure of it,” I said and turned into my street.
“Well, it’s really nice of you.”
“Once when I was young, a man gave me a hand when I needed a hand, so I just pass it on. And please don’t call me mister. It makes me feel even older than I am. I am Thomas.”
“I’m Brad.”
Definitely pleased to meet Brad, I thought to myself, a little guilty for feeling like a wolf in a chicken coop but way too excited to bother. The story of the man who helped me in my youth was true enough, and I intended to give young Brad the same kind of guidance that Mr. Scott gave me some 30 years ago.
*********
My apartment, a small cottage that I used as a summer residence, had all the basics I needed. A big screen TV and DVD player were pretty much the only modern amenities the place had, and a couch and recliner chair with a lamp summarized the living room furnishings. A small kitchenette with a mini washer/dryer combo, a bedroom with a bed and nightstand, and a tiny bathroom with a shower was all I had and needed.
I spent little time at the cabin, preferring to go hiking, fishing, or just sitting outside on the porch and enjoying the solitude. The two months I spent outside of class were precious to me and I enjoyed every moment. Still, there were times when I really needed some company.
Especially when the company was someone like Brad. As he took off his sweatshirt I could see that he was a skinny little guy; probably about 5’7″ and 120 pounds soaking wet. The Cubs t-shirt underneath was also wet, as were his pants.
“You must be hungry,” I said. “Why don’t you take a shower? I will clean and dry your clothes for you and when you come out you can eat.”
Brad didn’t seem too keen on this, but his clothes were so wet he didn’t have much of a choice, and the mention of food caught his attention. He went into the bathroom and undressed, and when he was done, he opened the door as little as he could to hand me the soaked mess.
I took the clothes and after Brad closed the door behind him, I peeked through the crack at him. Such a tiny little fella, I thought to myself as I enjoyed watching him take a shower. His hair was long and dirty blonde and he had skinny legs and a cute dimpled ass and I was hard almost immediately.
He leaned into the shower to adjust the flow and I felt dizzy as I watched the muscles in his thighs and butt tighten and hoped and prayed he would roll over.
Brad turned around, just for a fleeting second, and when he did, I almost wet my pants when I caught a glimpse of his tiny, limp cock jiggling beneath his small tuft of pubic hair. I forced myself away from the door, so tempted was I to run in and devour him. Patience, I told myself.
Two sodden dollar bills, some loose change, a comb, and a Wrigley Field ticket stub. Those were the contents of Brad’s pockets as I emptied them before tossing them in the washing machine along with his t-shirt, white crew socks, and white cotton underwear. 30 inch waist I noticed.
I set the washing machine on a long cycle and waited for the shower to turn off before I started it and made us soup and sandwiches. When the shower was turned off, I began to wash and hurried into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. I changed into white pajamas with black stripes and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My erection wasn’t completely gone and the bulge was still very visible in the shorts.
I tried to calm down, not wanting to startle the guy, and went back to the kitchen. Brad peeked out of the bathroom and looked around at me.
“Come out, Brad,” I said. “It will take a while before your clothes are ready.
Brad looked even smaller with the oversized towel wrapped around his waist. His thin chest was hairless, as was most of his body. Brad’s legs only had a little fur on the inside of his calves, and he only had tiny strands of hair under his arms. I put the bowls and plates on the table and sat down quickly, because I was having a hard time inventorying my guest again.
We ate heartily, and when the teapot whistled, I remembered I had planned a little treat for us.
“Peppermint Patties!” I explained while preparing the hot chocolate and pouring in copious amounts of liquor to give it an extra kick. “Warm us up after you’ve been out in this mess.”
“Wow, that’s really great, Tom!” Brad said after trying the drink and quickly drained it.
“They sneak up on you though,” I warned Brad, but I quickly got up and made us some more.
“Don’t you have decent TV reception up here,” I said, leading Brad into the living room after we’d finished eating and prodding him to the couch instead of the chair he’d originally headed for. “I do have a few films though. Would you like to see something?”
“Sure,” Brad said, holding his mug in one hand and grasping the knot that held the towel around him with the other.
“I don’t know what you like, but most young lads like racy stuff, so you might like this,” I said, putting the DVD in the machine and joining Brad on the compact couch.
“Great TV,” Brad said as I turned it on and dimmed the lights. “What is the title of the movie?”
“It’s called ‘Bi The Way,'” I said, not mentioning the spelling of the first word in the title. “Did you see it?”
I knew he hadn’t seen it, and judging by the look on his face when the action started, he had never seen anything like it before. When the movie started, a girl and a boy were making out in their bedroom, and as they stripped and started getting intimate, I looked over at Brad. His eyes bulged and his jaw dropped as he sat hypnotized.
“As handsome as you gotta get all the girls,” I suggested as the boy in the movie got on top of the girl and started fucking her. “You did that, right?”
“Once,” Brad said, unable to turn away from the screen. “That girl is really cute.”
“Too bad we didn’t find a girl hitchhiking along the way,” I mused. “This could be us.”
The ‘we’ in the film included an older man, believed to be the girl’s father, who had caught the two having sex and now stripped and planned to join in the action.
“Will he fuck her too – oh!” Brad said, watching as the older man ignored the young lady and instead started sucking on the young man’s tool.
“Have you ever done something like this with one of your friends?” I asked, placing my hand on Brad’s thigh and gently stroking the soft down on his soft skin, and he shook his head.
“Really?” I said, feigning surprise. “I thought young people were more adventurous these days.
“Er – my friend Todd and I – we got bored one time and we jerked each other off,” he confessed while still watching the film.
“That must have been fun,” I suggested.
“It was okay. Better than doing it yourself, I guess.”
I heard Brad make a startled noise as the on-screen action intensified a bit as the older man had now stepped on top of the younger man and was poking himself in his ass while the younger man howled in pain and pleasure.
“I guess it’s safe to say you’ve never done anything like this,” I mused and Brad slowly shook his head as he watched.
“That’s the man’s thing,” Brad said. “He’s so big. How did he…”
“This movie makes me horny, and you?” I asked, and the film wasn’t the cause as I squeezed Brad’s thigh a little harder. “If you want to undress while you watch, you can. I do that quite often myself. Maybe you’d enjoy it more if I helped you like your friend Todd did?”
Brad didn’t say anything, but was now looking at me instead of the screen because my hand moved to the knot that held his towel together.
“Let’s take that wet thing off you,” I said as the knot untied and I pulled the ends of the towel apart. “Oh you’re excited aren’t you Brad?”
Brad’s cock was hard – so hard it curled back onto his stomach. His penis was very small; probably about 4 or 5 inches on top, and he was pretty skinny too, but I couldn’t recall ever seeing a nicer cock before.
The skin on the underside of his circumcised member was as taut as piano strings, and with his cock resting on his stomach, his balls were completely exposed. A surprisingly large and hairless pouch cradling a pair of nice sized balls seemed misplaced under the modestly sized cock above.
My hand wrapped around its erect shaft, gently rocking it in my grip. Only the very tip of his glans was visible as I held his cock in my fist and I lightly brushed off the tip that was my thumb. A tiny bead of pre-cum erupted from that gentle rub and Brad made a tiny squeaky sound as I wiped it away.
“You like it when I hold your cock?” I asked him but Brad said nothing and just looked at what I was doing.
I leaned down and kissed his nipple, licking the tiny nub as I began stroking his cock. Brad shifted his hips, trying to speed up the stroking, but I kept the same slow pressure and speed.
“Here,” I said, sitting up on the couch and guiding Brad’s hand to my pajamas.
Brad’s eyes widened as his hand touched my cock and he looked down at the obscene bulge his hand was placed on.
“Why don’t you take mine out for me,” I suggested softly in Brad’s ear, undoing the snaps on my pajamas to make it easier for him and finally having to put his hand back on my cock myself, seemingly frozen with fear at the thought.
I shifted my hips around trying to squirm to pull my pajamas down far enough and when my cock jumped free I reveled in the look on Brad’s face as he saw what he was holding. It was either shock or fear that Brad was experiencing and I had to catch his hand before he pulled it away.
“It’s okay, Brad—it’s okay,” I assured him as his mouth opened and he let out an almost silent scream as he stared at what he was holding. “Just keep it to me.”
I started moving my hips as Brad grabbed my cock and eventually his hand started moving too until his face contorted and he cried out.
I looked down just in time as Brad’s cock started spewing cum like a geyser. Globs of milky white cum shot up into the air and landed on his stomach, chest and shoulders and didn’t stop until he had squirted out more than a dozen wads of semen.
I continued to pull on his cock until it went limp again, and as the rest of his body relaxed as well, I tongued the cum off his chest and stomach. His breathing had returned to normal and he looked at me in a daze.
I unbuttoned and stripped off my pajama top and bottoms, leaned back on the couch and took Brad’s hand again, giving him a look that I hoped gave him a clue.
He seemed scared of touching my cock, and while part of that may be because he wasn’t used to being with a man, I suspect most of his trepidation came from my cock, which was easily twice his own in both length and girth.
When his hand finally grasped my cock near the base, I saw that his fingers couldn’t fully avoid it. With timid movements, his hand began to slide up and down my half-swollen staff.
“That’s it, Brad,” I said as he started stroking a little faster. “Here – maybe this will help.”
I reached down into the space between the pillows and found the tube of lube I was keeping there and squirted a little into my palm before working it into my cock.
Brad’s hand then slid up and down faster and easier and I groaned as I straightened fully.
“If you want – use both hands,” I suggested and Brad knelt down next to me and put his other hand on my cock, holding me like a baseball bat as she started pumping it.
The movie continued, but Brad had completely forgotten about it and instead focused on my cock, moving his licking hands up and down the entire length.
I put my hand on Brad’s hip and helped him balance while he really got into his work, now milking my cock with enthusiasm. My hand wandered from his hips to his balls, which dangled low and loose.
“Do you like having your balls played like this?” I asked Brad while roughly kneading his sack and he nodded. “You have a beautiful pair on you.”
Brad’s eyes glazed over as I ruffled his nuts in the palm of my hand, and I figured this would be a good time to move the action elsewhere.
“Why don’t we go and make ourselves more comfortable?”
**********
I ushered Brad into the bedroom, pulled down the sheets, and turned on the small light on the side of the bed. Brad now looked more frightened than before, staring at my greased erection that swayed like a metronome as I moved.
“I don’t know – I don’t know how to do this,” he finally said.
“There’s nothing to know,” I told him as I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to minimize the outrageous difference in our heights. I was a good half foot taller than Brad and weighed him around 100 pounds and he seemed very intimidated by me. The fact that I was hairy as a bear probably didn’t help either, and for a second I was afraid he was going to come at me, clothes or no clothes.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I assured him, holding out my hand.
“Are you going to do what that man did to the other man in the movie?” he asked, clearly terrified at the prospect of having his ass penetrated by me, but I had no intention of doing that to Brad, no matter how tempting the thought might have been.
“No, Brad,” I told him. “I promise.”
Brad looked down at my hand, unsure what to do, then came closer to me and held out his hand. As he approached me, I slowly knelt in front of him. I cupped his buttocks in my hands and my mouth encased his limp shaft.
I sucked on his cock with as much intensity and passion as I could muster while my hands kneaded his tight ass. I felt his cock start to show some life and I ran my hands up the back of his thighs and all the way down to his ankles before sliding them back up through the fine hairs on his calves.
He was hard again when my hands came back to his groin and I held his stiff cock out of the way so I could suck on his balls a little. Brad squirmed and wriggled under this oral onslaught, and as I looked up at him through the small tuft of his pubic hair that buried my face, he seemed to have lost his desire to leave.
“Do you want me to do this to you?” he asked, and although I really wanted to, I shook my head.
“Only if you want.”
We climbed onto the bed and Brad knelt down next to me and held onto my cock. He went back to jerking me off, again using both hands, and I smiled.
“That feels good,” I said. “Like you said, it’s a lot better than doing it yourself.”
Brad smiled a nervous smile and I rubbed his thigh as he ran his hands up and down the shaft and over the crest of the glans.
“My friend Todd’s cock is bigger than mine too,” Brad said. “But not that big. Yours is scary big – like the man in the movie.”
“But there’s nothing really to be afraid of, is there Brad?”
“No,” he admitted. “I wish my cock was like yours. Mine is so small I was embarrassed when you first saw it.”
“Don’t you ever think like that. You have the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen,” I told him. “Just looking at you makes me want to cum.”
And as I watched his curved shaft bounce up and down, I felt my nuts tingle as my orgasm welled up inside me. While my ejaculation lacked the intensity and volume of Brad’s, it sure felt just as great as his. He milked me until I went limp and when he finally stopped I let him down and rolled on top of him.
Brad’s cock was hard as I wrapped my lips around it and it stayed hard as I brought him to the brink of orgasm countless times. Each time it made him crazier than the last, and when I finally made him cum after teasing him for so long, his whole body was shaking with the force of his orgasm. I sucked every drop I could out of him, swirling his nuts with my hand as he shot his load down my throat.
walked beside him after he came, wrapped my arm around his shoulders after I pulled the sheet over us. We rested for a while and Brad fell asleep a bit. While he slept I would take his clothes out of the washing machine and put them in the dryer so he could get started early in the morning.
After going back to bed, I gazed at Brad’s sweet young body for a long minute before turning off the light and snuggling next to him. The moonlight streaming in through the window was bright enough for me to see Brad far too well, and as he rolled over in his sleep I found my face next to his raised arm.
He was so close that my breath stirred the tiny strand of hair under his arm, and I found myself leaning down and lightly kissing the soft fur, then running my tongue over that little spray, savoring its salty sweetness. I soon fell asleep myself, breathing in Brad’s lovely natural scent and daydreaming about all the things I would have loved to do with him if only I had more time.
******
The room was quite dark, only illuminated by the faint moonlight, as I heard Brad say my name softly. I didn’t respond immediately as I felt his hand on my limp cock and slowly tugged.
Faking sleep, I let Brad continue to play with my cock and savored the attention. His face was buried in the hair on my chest as he pulled away and when I found myself getting hard I rolled onto my back while still remaining calm.
Brad started to move and I squinted at him as I watched him kneel on my hip. His shadowy form bent down and I felt his wet and rocky tongue lick the tip of my cock several times. I grunted a little as the tongue was replaced by Brad’s mouth encasing the crown of my tool and I felt him suckle on it for a while before lifting.
“Tom?” he whispered. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I whispered back, realizing he was about to try sucking my head in the comfort of the relative darkness, and upon hearing my reply, did his best to please me.
It’s safe to say my tool has never sucked worse than what Brad gave me, but in terms of sheer erotic pleasure, it was amazing.
His innocence was fully evident in the way his teeth scraped the delicate skin of my glans, but I found the discomfort pleasurable in a way that’s difficult to explain. Brad was trying so hard to please me and after realizing he couldn’t get much of me in his mouth he focused on the head and used his fists on the shaft.
Not being as young as I used to be, it took me a while to cum, but I continued to run my hands through Brad’s hair as he worked on me, encouraging his moans and moans.
When I was about to cum I let him know and was pleasantly surprised when he willingly took my seed and allowed me to squirt my cum down his throat with only a slight gagging sound.
Brad continued to give my cock his oral attention long after it went limp, and as he practiced he was able to stuff more and more of my limp tool into his mouth. It seemed that once he got over his initial nervousness, he couldn’t get enough of my cock. I finally had to dissuade him about ten minutes later as my tool was starting to sore from all his attention.
“Was that okay?” he asked as he crawled to the head of the bed and joined me.
“It was more than okay, Brad,” I said, kissing his forehead. “It was great.”
He hugged me after hearing that and as he did I felt his cock thrust into my hip.
“That upset you when you did this to me, didn’t it?” I asked, chuckling softly at the remarkable recovery powers of youth.
I reached down and found his stiff cock, slowly rubbing it while trying to figure out what would please him. Then I realized.
“I made you cum with my hand and with my mouth,” I reminded him. “Is there anything else you would like to experience?”
*****
I got to my hands and knees while Brad climbed up behind me after telling me what he was trying to do. I’d gotten onto the couch and got the tube of lube, though I didn’t think it would be necessary, and now Brad nervously shoved his greased finger up my ass.
After a few shy thrusts, Brad really started working his digit in the warm cave. I enjoyed his rough probing, moving my hips against his movements while telling him I was ready when he was, but he seemed to enjoy what he was doing and even started squeezing my balls with his other hand .
“Spread my cheeks,” I told him after he said he was ready, hoping my ample butt wouldn’t make it too difficult for his humble member to reach the goal.
He managed to get the tip of his cock inside me as he held my buttocks apart with both hands, and I responded by moaning loudly, much like the receiver had done in the movie.
“Are you alright, Tom?” asked Brad nervously.
“Good,” I said, barely feeling the tiny probe but wanting to make him comfortable.
We broke up several times when Brad got overly enthusiastic with his thrusts, but I managed to keep him inside me for the most part as he squeezed me around the waist and pumped everything he was worth. As he got into the rhythm, one of Brad’s hands reached down and grabbed my cock, pulling and stretching it as he made his compact thrusts.
Soon Brad cried out and I felt my insides being covered by his warm semen as he squeezed me hard and after he came he collapsed on the bed next to me.
“Did you like that?” I asked him.
“It felt so good,” he announced. “It felt so tight! I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“No, it felt very good Brad,” I assured him, wrapping my arm around his waist and eventually falling asleep.
******
The next morning we woke up fairly early and after breakfast I drove him to Buffalo as promised. I took him to the bus depot and bought him a ticket home and when he insisted on my address so he could pay me back I grabbed a timetable and scribbled it on and put it in his pocket when she got the last call made his bus.
“Thanks, Tom,” Brad said as he got on the bus. “Thank you for everything.”
The pleasure was all mine, and I waved goodbye to him as the bus pulled away. I hadn’t given him my address, but instead wrote him a short note wishing him all the best for the future. He didn’t have to pay me back because he had given me far more that night than I could have ever asked for.
sucked , I had found I had a talent and affinity for getting my face fucked. I had a steady partner who came over and used my mouth regularly, but it didn’t last. He called me less and less for our little romps, which was fine because I was getting busier and less time for things like that.
But I still had one fantasy I wanted to try: sucking multiple cocks at the same time. I wanted to be a sucking whore surrounded by cocks milking everyone to glorious completion.
So I met several couples on a male hookup site. The fantasy grew and grew in my head. My hungry mouth craved cock, I wanted to taste the men’s cum as they used me as their dirty little cum slut . It didn’t take long to find the right pair. They were horny too and wanted to come over and use me that day.
A few hours later they arrived. I invited them and they sat on my love seat. Both were tall, fit, middle-aged men. The top of the pair had short brown hair while the bottom had long blonde hair and a mustache. I let her sit on a loveseat in my living room and sat on a nearby ottoman while we made small talk. They had been together for a while and occasionally played with others. They said it often failed when trying to get together with a third party online. They seemed to be a very nice, devoted, level headed couple.
The top walked around my apartment, looked around and then he came towards me while he started to unbutton his pants. As I sat on the ottoman, my head was level with his crotch. I could see his hard cock bulging through his boxers. I stroked him through his underwear with a big smile on my face. I pulled down the boxers to unleash his big cock. It was long and incredibly thick. I started taking in my warm, eager mouth. He grabbed my head and started ramming his massive fuck tool down my throat. It was so big it filled my mouth and throat, choking all the air. I gagged a little, but kept taking it deeper and deeper. He kept thrusting his thick cock into my mouth, stretching my lips and making me choke repeatedly. I started rocking wildly on it, I wanted it so bad. I devoured it. God I loved that thick cock in my mouth.
He dragged me to the ground and I undressed on my knees and he did the same as he stood over me, his hard cock towering over me. He slapped my face with his thick cock. Here I was naked on my knees with a man showing his complete control over me while his lover looked on. I was heaven He fed my hungry mouth more. He fucked my face harder and harder and told his lover that I was a good cocksucker.
The bottom played with himself as he undressed. The top asked him if he wanted my mouth and he said “yes”. The top then sat down next to his naked lover in the two-seater. I crawled over to them, naked, on my hands and knees, like a totally submissive cock sucking slave . I took the top’s big, thick cock in my hand and stroked it while my warm, hungry mouth slowly came down on his lover’s long, thin cock. I took it all the way down as I jacked up the top. I sucked it for a minute and then closed my lips around the top’s cock as I wrapped my hand tightly around the bottom’s cock, which was now hard and wet with my saliva.
I alternated between sucking one and the other to make sure both cocks got equal attention from my mouth and hands. The bottom still happily shoved his cock down my throat and held my head down to make sure I had no choice but to take it. I kept choking. It was wonderful.
Then we moved to my little bed. The butt was lying on the bed with his hard cock in the air. I crawled onto the bed and devoured his cock like a hungry animal. His lover was standing by the bed and I took his cock in my hand and continued stroking him. I continued to use my hand and mouth to pleasure both cocks at the same time, alternating between the two in this new position. I turned my head to the side to take the bottom’s cock in my mouth while stroking the top. I was like a dirty cock sucking whore in a porn movie getting my mouth used by two guys. It was wonderful. I craved their cocks like air, I couldn’t keep them out of my mouth. I rubbed the top’s thick fuck tool all over my face. I loved feeling the throbbing power of that massive cock.
They swapped positions with the top standing next to the bed and after a while he was finally ready to cum. He quickly stroked himself as I licked the tip of his cock, begging him to come. I wanted to take it. Then he shoved his big cock in my mouth and pressed against my inner cheek while stream after stream shot out of his powerful cock. I swallowed everything and took care of the floor. He did the same, stroking his cock until it was ready to cum and then shot it in my hungry mouth. By then the top had recovered and was hard again. He wanted me to take another load and I gladly agreed. I stroked his cock while licking and sucking his head until he gave me my third load of the evening.
And with that, they thanked me and left. I had to thank them too. I had finally fulfilled my fantasy of having two men fuck my face and it was delightful.
“Erf… Since when did it get so hot?”
Jack grumbled, the naked husky lying back on the sofa trying to find a comfortable position, although the tube of precariously balanced sour cream and chive Pringles on his stomach also had to be accounted for. His gray fur was slightly damp with sweat, the white of his belly darker where it was soaked, though there just didn’t seem to be any relief from the heat.
“Since the air conditioner broke…”
His friend Victor lay similarly naked on the floor, his chin resting flat, though he only had an accompanying moan in response. Although the fox understood there was nothing they could do about the air conditioning until someone came by to fix it (he would ask Jack to call them again just to be sure), that didn’t stop him from bitching about it. That was fair enough for everyone as he jerked and his cock skidded back and forth across the floor.
But Vic, in just his boxers, had his eyes on his partner, the sweaty, musky, soft husky lying across the sofa. It might have been hot, but that made it even more tempting for him, his black nose twitching as he took in more and more of his friend’s aroma.
” Mmm …”
Jack pricked up his ears and rolled his head halfway to look at his partner curiously.
“What? What is it?”
The Pringles tube on his stomach wobbled, wobbled, and tipped sideways, though they were only resting against the back of the sofa, wedged there by the husky’s belly.
Crunch, crunch, crunch… The husky wouldn’t stop snacking, even though it was so hot. That was partly why he was so surprised when, despite the crumbs on his chest, his partner crawled up to him and licked his lips.
“What? What is it?”
Jack squirmed uncomfortably, the feeling of his fur sticking and clinging to him disconcerting, as if he needed a shower—a constant one, though, the water pouring in and out, the mere rush of it cooling the heat off his skin. However, her water bill, the only way to cool off at the time, was already sky high, and there was little else to do, or so he thought, though at least he wasn’t scathing with the hug of sweat clinging to him.
But the chubby husky’s day was about to get much better as the fox whimpered and snuggled against the husky’s neck, licking the sweat away with a low moan and twitching his nose as he inhaled more and more of Jack’s musk.
” Mmm …” he breathed. “I know it’s hot, but you smell amazing…”
That’s about all the horny fox could get out as his partner chuckled softly and pushed the Pringles aside to forget them while he munched the last one in his mouth. His stomach jiggled sweetly as he pulled Vic over him, the inconveniences of the weather forgotten for the moment, although few things could be better than what his fox friend had instigated, he was pretty sure.
They could have given up and tried to find another cool place to stretch out, but their desire was awake, eyes locked, grunting and pressed tightly together, the smell of sweat filling the air. And yet it was a teasing dance with the nostrils, cocks slipping out and a little bulging with blood presenting themselves as something more on offer to pass the time.
Jack growled playfully, his ears twitching, his paw resting on Vic’s neck. He shrugged as if to drive the fox away, although Vic’s attention was not entirely unwelcome when it came to distracting him. However, pretending to be genuinely annoyed was more fun to play the whiner, especially considering how stuffy and oppressive the air was around him.
” Ohhhh , so that’s what you want… Eh…” Jack half-shrugged and nudged the fox lightly. “I’m not so sure about that, unff …don’t rub my chest, it’s…”
But they never got to hear what Jack thought of Vic’s attention, the hoarse grumble, though it was still more good-natured than annoyed. The fox whimpered, sniffed Jack’s sweaty chest and wagged its tail weakly. Really, there was only one way things could go from this point on. The husky wrapped his arms around Vic, stronger than he looked, rolled her off the sofa onto the carpet where there was a little more room, and giggled when the fox yelped in surprise. Wide-eyed, Vic lay on his back a little breathless, a chubby husky pinned to his muzzle with a cheeky grin.
” Come on then , you started you know,” the husky teased, sliding onto Vic’s face as he was pinned between the husky’s thick thighs. ” Unff … If you want to sniff better…”
Vic whimpered, his world taken over by the husky’s soft, sweaty body darkening between his thighs. The husky’s bare nuts persistently pressed over his snout as he shivered in place, grunting softly and trying to lick, sniff – anything he could do to possibly ease his throbbing shaft a little. Jack’s cock hardened as well, filling sluggishly with blood as even he was lethargic from all the heat that was flooding the room and seeping into every tiny crevice of their bodies.
“All in,” the husky growled, less annoyed now that he had the fox pinned down and his back was down the length of Vic’s body. “Come on…”
He didn’t ask for anything in particular, not even as he stroked the fox’s snout and rubbed his bare, sweaty bottom over the fox’s face while Vic grunted and gasped. But it wasn’t fresh air he wanted, even when he was getting hot and nervous, the husky’s heat too much to bear. It was very true that he had asked for it and it was still too much for him, sweaty nuts pressing against his snout, the smell of sweat, old and fresh, overwhelming.
” Unff …” he moaned, trying to turn his head and finding no relief. “Ah… Please …”
He couldn’t get anything out of it except a few half-hearted, muffled protests that wouldn’t get him anywhere, his tail wagging weakly and sniffing where he could. Still, being pinned down was humiliating in a good way, better able to savor his partner’s scent, his cock throbbing even as he tried to cling to Jack, weakly pushing him off. He didn’t really mean it, of course, but his arousal was higher, he was sweating more than ever, adding to the delicious tangle of perspiration in the air. His shaft was smaller than most, not that he worried, although the pain of desire ran deep in his gut, a feeling that was never easily ignored.
The husky grinned, happier with himself, and popped a gummy worm from a nearby bag in his mouth while enjoying himself a little more, only briefly stroking his tail to tease Vic. It was much better, now that he had gotten the fox in such a position, to coil it up and stroke its little member until it throbbed violently.
“Yeah, that’s what you get,” he teased, though it was all just for fun as he rocked and rubbed against Vic’s muzzle. “What you wanted, heh?”
Of course, Vic barely registered what his friend was saying, let alone being able to reply to it. As he gasped, loving every second, his hips thrust and swayed weakly, the teasing stroking of Jack’s paw on his cock was too strong to bear, fingers and palm closing around it too easily.
” Unff … please … please …” he whined softly, head spinning, wet fur clinging to his cheek, his tongue licking against that deliciously plump ass. ” Unff … Ohhhh !”
His cock ached but Vic couldn’t even think straight as his hips pushed up of their own accord as if he had no control over his body. He needed it, needed something, but his sweaty brain couldn’t think clearly in all the heat, the panting and heaving, the hot breath that brushed between the husky’s thick thighs. Oh, his chubbyness was all Vic adored as he gasped, moaned, whimpered and ran his paws up Jack’s thighs and butt wherever he went, over and over again.
The husky chewed on another gummy worm and threw up a third to snatch in its jaws. But he had probably teased the poor fox enough… He didn’t want him to pass out from the heat and lack of air down there! This might be funny though, teach him a lesson…
” Oommmph …” Vic moaned as light spilled over his snout, he struggled up, his pleasure high, his pupils dilated. “Ah… Jack… can I…”
his friend’s butt as Jack flinched and growled, eyebrows raised.
“What, didn’t you get enough of that?”
He was more accommodating to Vic, however, as he rubbed his hard cock against him, the fox’s need was evident as Vic persistently pushed him onto all fours as if obsessed with something more than heat. Jack took a deep, shaky breath, wondering if his body was ready, his friend’s cock dragging his ass over and over again , teasing, thrusting, searching for his hole.
” Unff … you’re horny…”
He’d heard that much as he licked his lips, the taste of the gummy worms was intoxicating, though at that moment they were more interesting to him than Vic’s attempts to mount him. Because no matter how hard the fox tried, he just couldn’t get his tail between the husky’s buttocks to his hole, the thickness of Jack’s behind slowed him down at every turn. Jack chuckled softly, continued to tease him, and wriggled his butt against Vic, although it wasn’t like the fox was getting anywhere.
No… He focused on the gummy worms and savored the warm glow of arousal, though he had absolutely no intention of satisfying it while the temperature was so high. No, it was better to snack, although there were some louder chewing and slurping noises in there as well, lifting his cock with a chuckle and wiggling his butt as Vic tried desperately to fuck him.
” Unff … Come on, Jack,” Vic whined. “Help me?”
But he was destined to just rub his throbbing cock across the husky’s thick buttocks, which wasn’t a bad thing at all, since his smaller shaft wasn’t able to do what he wanted. There was still lust, panting, tongue hanging out, heat creeping through his skin like there was no way he could dislodge it, not even sweating.
He had to fuck, he had to mount, he had to do something, driven by single-minded desire alone as he thrust, even though his small cock was getting him nowhere. Even without penetration, his balls ached, the cord of tightness rising and rising inside him until Vic couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much for him, quickly off the train, ejaculating with a low moan as he expended himself over the husky’s butt.
It was unplanned, short and sharp, and Jack barely looked back from his snacks when the fox collapsed on top of him, a warm blanket the husky very much didn’t need at this point. With cum still dripping weakly from his small tail, the fox moaned and slumped to the side as he was shrugged off his shoulders, the husky growling, still comfortable in his arousal but very focused on his snacks.
“Yes, come on, you got what you wanted there, didn’t you?”
There was a gleam in Jack’s eyes because the husky would remember what had happened that day for cooler times and shake his head at his partner, his obvious lust, his rapid orgasm. If only it wasn’t so hot he would have ridden him properly – but instead with his cock under Vic’s cute auburn cock.
But that was for another time as Jack relaxed, Vic’s breathing slowly returning to normal next to him, another packet of chips called his name. At least the snacking kept his attention from the heat a little more and absentmindedly stroked his shaft with his free paw.
Sweating can also be fun…
After months of searching for a new job, I found one! My wife and I were so excited! She was so happy I actually got a real passionate BJ. OMG! I felt like a man again. But that wouldn’t take too long.
My new job was a driver for a nationwide company. Cool. The only thing I didn’t understand was that I had to fly to Texas and “learn to drive” their trucks. I didn’t like the idea of spending the week without my wife and son. But I had to do what I had to do. So I took off extremely early on Sunday morning, after a stopover. I finally made it to Dallas in the early evening. The company car that was supposed to pick me up wasn’t there. I called you. They should be there an hour later. I thought great. So I figured I’d go to the bathroom to kill some time. Let me tell you one thing…this toilet visit changed the outlook for my week away!
So I go into the cabin and sit on the toilet. I texted my wife, I landed and am now waiting for the car. As I wait for her reply, I start looking at the graffiti on the wall. Some funny, some stupid. Then I see something. All it said was “Learn the real you while in Dallas.” Reading that made me hard. At this point in my life I’ve sucked quite a few cocks. I took one in the ass. But it was a pump and dump situation. I’ve always dreamed of being dominated. I have always dominated my wife. Was so curious and tune in I downloaded the app! Then I got the message that the driver was here. So I went out to the car.
The drive to the hotel didn’t take that long. Maybe 20 minutes. And in that time, I opened the app and found him! He was older, his profile said 58. I’m only 23 at the time. I nervously opened the text box and wrote:
“Hi sir, I just landed in Dallas an hour ago. And I’m here for the next week.’
I took a deep breath and hit the send button! My heart was beating a mile a minute! I can’t believe I did this!
I go to the hotel counter to check in. My phone vibrated while filling out the paperwork! Was it my wife or was it my master? I got the key to my room. And I rushed upstairs as fast as I could. I ran into the room, rummaged through my stuff on the floor and jumped on the bed. I was gitty, like a high school girl talking to the hot jock! I pull out my cell phone. IT IS LORD!! And he didn’t waste time wondering about his next pet.
Sir: Hello boy, welcome to Dallas, I look forward to owning you this week. Tell me which hotel and room number you are in. Why are you in my town? And send me a complete act.
Me: (photo attached) Holiday Inn, room 412. Work training.
Sir: Nice clit boy. Are you ready to submit to me all week. I will respect your professional schedule. But your free time is mine now!
Me: I think I’m sir.
Lord: No thinking! Yes or no!
Me, yes!
Sir: I’ll be there in half an hour. be naked
Me: yes sir
OMG I thought to myself. What did I just do? That was the longest half hour ever! Then!
*beat! beat! beat!*
Here I will open the door naked. I look through the peephole. There’s a tall, elderly, slightly overweight man with a black rolling luggage bag. It was him, I slowly opened the door. I hide naked behind the door. Come in, I said. Sir thanked him and pushed the door wide open. I jumped out of the way! My now completely open door slowly comes in. As he does so, a couple walks past my room. Seeing me naked with a semi hard cock and an older man walking in. OMG again I thought. The door is finally closing!
Says sir to me without even looking at me. “Let’s get to know each other better. Come suck my cock. Let’s see if you mean it.” Without saying anything, I showed sir that I meant it! I sucked him for almost an hour. He was 8 inches rock hard! Then finally without warning without any sign he squirted in my mouth. I was so shocked and surprised that I spat it onto the bed.
Sir: Well, I see I have to get you out of that habit this week.
Me: Yes sir, sorry sir. I’ll get a towel to clean that up.
Sir: No, you will sleep in it tonight. Let my juices move into your skin. Roger that?
Me: yes sir
Lord: Good. It’s late, you’ve had a long day. Let’s go to sleep. Tomorrow, when you’ve finished your vocational training, the real fun begins.
As Sir says this, he opens his bag and pulls out toys. Pair of dildo, butt plug, paddle, handcuffs and a few things I couldn’t say.
Sir: Good night darling. No touching that clitoris.
Me: Yes sir, I won’t, good night.
Now I’m lying in bed, in this strange sperm, and I’m replaying everything that just happened today. Sir was right, it’s been a long day… and I still have the rest of the week ahead of me!
Joe was a twenty year old college football player with dirty blonde hair. His long bangs immediately drew your attention to his bright blue eyes and no one could miss his amazing dimples. All the girls were crazy about him, but he only had eyes for Jesse, the bartender at the club across town.
Jesse had dark eyes and dark brown hair. He was tall and lean, in contrast to Joe’s more athletic build, but he was also muscular. He wore a unkempt beard that drove the ladies mad too, but he didn’t look at them.
Joe and Jesse met when Joe was disappointed in a lost game. He had ordered many recordings that evening and Jesse had listened sympathetically. Joe thought he got the right mood from Joe, but he couldn’t be sure. He knew he had to take it slow.
After about three more visits from Joe, Jesse started talking about his ex-boyfriends — and they were all men. Joe was so relieved he didn’t want to be the first to reveal himself. Joe was also happy when Jesse described himself as “half in, half out” of the closet. Joe gave him his biggest smile and said bravely, “I’m all in.
“Not at all,” Jesse assured him. “I’m not really dating seriously anyway, so if a guy is looking for a good time, there’s really no point in courting, is there?”
Joe felt a large lump in his pants and a burning desire to be alone with Jesse. Unfortunately at that very moment the bartender disappeared to make some drinks for another customer. When he finally got back , he said, “Would you like to meet up after work?”
Jesse told him he was closing tonight and offered to let him stay if he broke up. “It’ll just be the two of us,” he said to his new friend.
Joe agreed. He couldn’t wait. He spent a lot of time on the dance floor making sure he kept an eye on Jesse. He danced with the hottest blonde babes he could find, rubbing his body against them and being very free with his hands. It was amazing what college girls were willing to have a football player do even though they didn’t really know him. He pushed his crotch into her from behind and ran his hands over her stomach and breasts. They liked it so much that they pushed back into him and even let her take shots from her shoulders. But his hard cock wasn’t theirs at all. It was all for show and hopefully to make the handsome bartender a little jealous. After all, he had his hands all over it. Did Jesse want Joe’s hands as much as Joe wanted to touch the sexy brunette?
He paused to order a round for a group of five hot blonde chicks all on his balls and he got his reply. “Dude, you make me so hot out there. I wish I could kick everyone out and shut down earlier.”
Joe smiled, “I could have all five of my cocks sucked in under an hour – at the same time, but it wouldn’t be half as satisfying as getting into your pants.”
“Flirt!” Jesse admonished, tossing cherries in all the drinks. Joe left and Jesse could feel a pang of jealousy as he saw the girls flirting with him and throwing their heads back to laugh at his jokes. Well, the joke was on her, Jesse recalled. I’ll get him later, girls, not you.
Finally the time had come and the club was closed. Jesse did the worst job ever cleaning up that night. Screw it, he thought, the tables must be sticky. Who the hell would even notice?
When the doors were locked and the two were finally alone, Jesse pulled Joe up tight with an arm around his waist. Joe smelled like Adidas Cologne and Jesse couldn’t believe how that neat smell got to him. He ran his hand down Joe’s clean- shaven face as he brought his lips together for a kiss. Jesse let his tongue find Joe’s and found that Joe was just as hungry to taste him.
Jesse stroked the ballplayer’s cheek and ran a hand through his dark blonde locks. He rubbed his hard cock against Joe’s inside leg and experienced Joe’s own arousal first hand .
It wasn’t romantic, but he didn’t care. Jesse felt like he was about to burst. “Lick my cock, Joe. You’re welcome.”
Joe hesitated for a moment. “Usually I…” he trailed off.
“I’ll make it worth it,” Jesse promised.
Joe dropped to his knees and undid Jesse’s pants. The cock that popped out was too long to fit all the way in his mouth. His heartbeat quickened as he held the monster in his hands. It was a beautiful masterpiece of cock and Joe was excited that it would be the first he ever sucked.
Joe carefully licked the tip first, stroking Jesse’s shaft in his hands. Jesse groaned encouragingly. Joe took more of the tip in his mouth and licked his tongue around Jesse’s head. Jesse’s hands ran over Joe’s hair, but he resisted the temptation to push him further into his massive, veiny member. Blood was pounding at the tip of his cock and he was desperately hoping Joe would put it in his mouth soon.
Joe did not disappoint. He steadily brought more and more of Jesse’s cock into his warm mouth. He found his excitement steadily growing with each lick and suck. The taste of Jesse’s hard thick cock in his mouth drove him to a frenzy. His own cock seemed in danger of bursting through his jeans.
Joe opened and pulled out his own cock to stroke while he sucked. The steady rhythm of sucking off Jesse and fondling himself pushed him further into his own pleasure. Jesse groaned and squeezed his hair. He almost lovingly encouraged him, begging him to bring him to climax.
“Oh god, Joe, oh god. Suck me, Joe, suck me. That feels so good, Joe. Mmm . Oh god, yeah, suck me. Suck my cock, Joe. That feels so good.”
Joe didn’t know what would happen when Jesse was ready to come. Would he shoot in his mouth? He had never tasted semen before and wondered how it would be. Would he like it? Would he spit it out? Or maybe Joe would fold, but then where would he shoot? On the ground? Or on him?
His questions were soon answered as Jesse exploded his charge. “Open it, Joe,” he moaned. Joe opened his mouth and cocked his head up as Jesse jacked himself up hard, shooting shots across his face. The hot, sticky liquid felt so good as it splattered down his cheeks that Joe felt his own cock start to twitch. His balls were tight and full and heavy, he needed relaxation. Some of the cum shot into his mouth and he found it salty and not uncomfortable. However, it was so hot that he had just jumped out of his hot lover’s balls.
Jesse discharged himself over Joe’s face and then dropped to his knees in front of him. His last act took Joe completely by surprise. Jesse reached out to grab Joe’s cock and stroke it for him, all the while licking all his cum off Joe’s face. His warm thick tongue went everywhere where the man juice had settled. It felt so unexpectedly amazing that Joe finally started squirting his own love juice as Jesse brought his mouth back over his to share the taste of his sex. They sucked each other’s mouths as the last spurts shot out of their loins.
Finally , satisfied, they sank down together. Jesse smoothed back Joe’s bangs and Joe stroked Jesse’s rough cheek with the back of his hand. They both breathed heavily and looked into each other ‘s eyes. Lustful satisfaction was all they saw.
“That was hot,” Jesse finally said as her breathing returned to normal.
“Yes,” agreed Joe. “I would fuck you anytime.”
Jesse smiled, “I’ll be here all week.”
me that I was doing anything wrong. I had always been a nuisance and would be until the day I died, but my good friend was kneeling on the edge of my bed crying his eyes out and I felt really bad about it. I knew there was really nothing I could do to please him. There were no options in my plan, but for some reason I felt sorry.
“Go to bed James, you know this can’t happen,” I said reassuringly.
“Why the hell did you seduce me,” he countered.
“I’ve done this to a lot of people. It turns me on.”
“You idiot! I bet you’re one of the most hated people on campus.” James got up and stood with his hands on his underwear clad hips that thrust unnaturally towards my face, his erect cock struggling to find room to to grow to its full glory.
“If you want to be in here, at least sit down. I don’t want your cock in my face.”
“You only told me you wanted to a few minutes ago, but then you dropped your bombshell… You’re not fucking gay , you insensitive bastard? Then why the hell did you tell me about that guy you were having a fucking affair with? . And one more thing…why did you think I was gay. Is that what I look like?” He was really loud and I was starting to worry that the neighbor next door would call the police.
“I’m sorry, man. I really didn’t know you would take it that seriously and no, I didn’t know you were gay. You definitely don’t look like it and you hang out with all the girls and stuff. ” This guy was an athlete. There was no doubt about it. I accidentally stumbled upon his secret and found out the hard way that he was looking for a lover. I also realized how horny he was when the cum fell off his cock had soaked the front of his panties.I also noticed that the erection hadn’t let up and his cock seemed to be growing if that was possible.
“You’re gonna mess with the wrong guy one day and get your ass raped, you son of a bitch.”
” So you’re going to rape me, James?” I asked and looked for the distress in his eyes.
“Shit no! I’m not a rapist… but I should beat you up, you bag of shit .”
“Just go to bed. We’ll talk about it in the morning,” I sighed, resigned that I’d picked a crybaby to tease.
“There’s just one thing I want to ask you before I go to bed,” James urged.
“What is that?” I asked.
“Why was your cock so damn hard during the whole thing?”
“I like teasing people,” I replied softly, suddenly realizing I was getting my kicks at other people’s expense.
James pulled out his cock and started jerking it off on my face. It didn’t take more than twelve or fifteen strokes and his cum spurted all over my blanket, my face, over my lips, into my eyes. This was totally unexpected and I tried to dodge the plasma shots but to no avail. I found that this young man had a healthy load that had been pent up for a long time.
“Shit, asshole,” I began. “What the hell are you doing?” I shouted. He didn’t answer; He just turned and left my room.
I think I deserve it. I had sent him through hell and promised him a night of wild, passionate sex between the two of us. I never intended to go through with this. Just wanting to tease , I found myself in a position I had never been in before… well I really have to tell the story from the beginning.
James and I were friends introduced to us by a mutual acquaintance. Laura had been with me for about six months when she introduced me to her ex at a party. They said they are still friends, but the relationship didn’t work out for various reasons. I now know why.
James and I hit it off and soon started doing guy things together almost every day. He, my two roommates and I were inseparable. We played golf, tennis, swam, rode bikes, even partied. We shared our wives, our food, our weed, anything I or my roommates had James could use.
There were very few opportunities for us to be alone, so I never really hit on him. So it was very surprising when he tried something the first night we had to stay alone in the house. That was over the Thanksgiving holiday. My roommates had both gone home to be with their families over the holidays, so James and I decided not to have a bad time, smoked some dope and started drinking.
Well, I’ve always been a fan of teasing. Being a pretty handsome guy, I’ve always been able to successfully tease with the girls I barely knew. I would never really try to tease one of my good friends, it just wasn’t done. I don’t know why I decided to sexually tease James. He was like family to me; I really shouldn’t have. However , the marijuana and alcohol had a strange effect on me, and before I knew it, I was starting the tantalizing manipulation in earnest.
James stared at me intensely for several minutes with an extremely serious expression on his face. My conversation revolved around some of the intimate times I had with a certain girl that we both knew. I was suddenly inspired to say something a little different to see how he would react. If he reacted negatively, I would simply tell him that he had imagined it, that I hadn’t actually said it.
“Ginger’s boyfriend was good too,” I commented nonchalantly.
To say James attracted attention would be an understatement. The boy sat straight down in his chair and then asked, “You have her boyfriend?”
“Sure,” I replied. “He watched us do the bad, and then he did me with him.”
“What have you done?”
“Whatever guys do to each other,” I teased. ‘You don’t want to know about such things, James. You’re an athlete.”
“What makes you think that an athlete doesn’t fantasize about being with other guys?” he argued.
“I never knew.” I paused for a few seconds to wait for him to say something else.
“I’ve had several times with guys,” he volunteered. I was shocked and he could tell. “You mean you didn’t know? Your two roommates knew. I blew Thom the other day.
I was even more shocked, but now that I knew I’d sparked interest, I started teasing in earnest.
“James, I was so popular with the boys in high school that they stood in line for hours waiting for me to blow them off. In fact , I earned pocket money by giving blowjobs to my dad’s factory workers.”
“Cool,” he exclaimed wildly. “I never knew that about you.”
“No one knows, so how about not telling anyone , ok.”
“I would never tell anyone the secrets my friends tell me. Shit, no !
“I can remember the taste of the first load of cum I ever had in my mouth… Mmm . I ca n’t get enough ever since , ” I lied again. I laid it on pretty thick , just assuming he was just following the conversation line and not really taking my intoxicated self seriously. I continued the teasing, thinking about the extreme pleasure I was experiencing and how I would cum later . In fact, I was so aroused that I could probably go to the loo in seconds and stroke it for relief. However, the bulge that had grown so large in my pants got James going.
“You look pretty hot over there, Johnny. Do you want to undress?”
“Maybe later,” I said. “I’m still a little too stoned to do anything.”
“I’d like to suck your cock, Johnny. I’ve thought long and hard about finding a way to do it, but I wasn’t sure how you would take it. I mean, with Thom I thought he was insane . in the bathroom and asked him if he wanted a little help. It was easy. Frank simply said no and assured me that our relationship would not be affected. I really want you Johnny.”
“Maybe later,” I insisted. “Right now I’m just starting to talk about it. Tell me about your first time.”
“OK. It was high school. I was in the shower washing my hair after a practice session. It was late because I had to do penalty loops for not being fast enough off the ball. Gordy Duff was showering in the next room. He was there too, doing penalty loops, my eyes were closed to keep the soap out while I washed my hair and the next thing I knew there was something wrapped around my cock, warm and wet. I almost got on my knees.”
“I opened my eyes and saw Gordy sucking on me on the floor. I pulled back and pushed him down, but for some reason I didn’t go. Suddenly I was rolling on the floor in a 69 position sucking cock so tremendously. When I came he swallowed so I allowed him to cum in my mouth as he came. It didn’t taste bad, so I swallowed, too. We became suckling friends after that. Tell me about yours.”
That was the point where I had to tell maybe the biggest lie I’ve ever told. I considered at this point confessing and telling him what I had done, but my inhibitions didn’t work as I was too intoxicated to stop.
“I had a friend who lived across from my parents, who I grew up with. We always had sleepovers as kids, but they became less frequent as we got older. When we reached adolescence , we also went our separate ways. He didn’t have the same interests as me. He was in the band and well, I played football.”
“Sometime during our senior year, his family had an emergency that caused his parents to leave town. They asked if he could stay with us for a few nights so he wouldn’t miss school as we were nearing graduation “Of course my parents agreed. When he got there it was like we’d never had those overnight stays. We were very uncomfortable because we were both eighteen and guys that age just didn’t sleep over with any other guy.”
James sat and listened intently to my yarn and every now and then made one of those faces that told you he was totally into it. Occasionally he rubbed his cock gently through his pants. During one of the juicier parts, he got up and paced the room, pausing from time to time to reflect on the ramifications of the story. When he sat down, he sat next to me on the couch.
“The first night he was there we started to talk niceties, but soon the conversation turned to the competition that was going on at our school between football and band. We went to bed quite angry at each other and woke up the next Day up without speaking. My mom wanted to know what happened and I told her we had a fight. She said to live a life and make Al feel at home. I should be the one who apologizes, she said, and I should get the job done asap so Al can have a better time.”
“It was difficult, but I tried. He then apologized too and we started talking about different things. Of course, that night when we were in bed, our conversation turned to sex. We’re over the girls talked that we both thought hot i told him about the one i behaved on the only date i had ever been on al told me about the band trips and after he was done i thought that I made a mistake
“Then I asked Al the question that most athletes consider when they talk about band types. I asked him why band types are considered sissies by most football players. He said there were a lot of gays in the band but it wasn’t as bad as all that. Most just didn’t bother the straight guys because there was enough to get around without causing problems. I then asked him if he had ever done it with a guy. There was a long pause, as if making a decision . but then he told me that there were several guys who thought they were bisexual and did it with both sexes. He told me that he actually fucked two girls in the back of the band buses and also did sexual things with boys in the buses . He considered himself bisexual.”
“I was shocked but I asked him what he had done with boys. His answer was direct and to the point. He wanted to know why I was so interested. I just said that I often fantasized about sex with another guy, but because of the friends I hung out with, I never got to talk about it. Being branded gay in high school was a definite social revelation for an athlete.
I had James Hook, Line and Sinker as the old saying goes. There, in that moment, on that couch, I could have experienced any type of homosexual sex I could imagine. He was shaking so much I assume from his excitement. I realized that I would be able to shape this young man’s feelings the way I wanted to.
“James, you get the point, don’t you?” I asked him.
“Sure, but I want to know one thing,” he replied.
“What is that?”
“Have you ever had sex with that guy?”
“Oral and anal,” came my reply.
James would have come then and there if I wanted to. He reached out and began gently stroking my legs. It felt good, but I wouldn’t give in to his advances. I got up and went to the back of the house.
“Where are you going?” he asked desperately.
“Pee!” I said honestly. I really needed a moment for him to cool down a bit. I was extremely aroused, drunk and stoned as shit , but still lucid enough not to fall into the trap of facing reality. I had yet to finish my teasing.
When I came back he was comfortable. I mean literally. James had decided that he would use my absence to get closer to the goal. He was wearing only his skivvies, hard cock pressing against the fabric. I almost came I had really upset him.
“James, put your clothes back on.”
“No,” he said stubbornly. “My intention is to fuck you in the ass tonight.”
“My intention is to go to bed.” With that said, I went to my room. Of course he followed. I stripped completely, naked mind you, stroked my erect cock once in his presence, then climbed into bed. He tried to crawl in with me and I let him know what was what . I had teased him and it was time for him to go to bed.
After he cummed on me and left, I heard him sobbing in Thom’s bedroom until he finally fell asleep after what felt like an eternity. I still had a raging hard- on , but had decided not to release the sexual tension while James was in the house. I remained motionless, reliving the experience over and over in my head. To my chagrin, I couldn’t fall asleep, and the longer I lay awake, the more I realized what a big idiot I’d been. The time was difficult. All I could think about was the cruelty with which I had sent James to bed. I didn’t try to bring him down gently, I was just cold and… The other thing I kept thinking about was his erect cock.
When the sun started peeking through the front windows of the house, I had made my decision. Naked and still with a very erect cock, I walked into Thom’s still very dark room and slipped into bed with James. He didn’t move. I reached out and gently stroked his arms to wake him up. His arm felt cold. I felt something wet and sticky as my hand fell onto the sheet next to him. That’s when I panicked.
I jumped up and turned on the light. James lay in a pool of blood , the bloody trail beginning at his waist where his wrist lay draped limply. His body had no color at all. Most of his face was covered by his long black hair. His mouth, plainly visible, drooped limply against his pillow. He was dead.
My thoughts swirled. What should I do, I thought. First I had to shower and then I had to call the police or was the ambulance what I had to call first. I had to get dressed. Shit… suddenly the weight of what had happened and who was responsible for it hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked for a note. There weren’t any that I could see. Good. At least that wouldn’t draw me into the despicable thing I’d done. Was it a crime? shit ! could i go to jail
I went to the bathroom to pee . When I was done, I went to the sink to wash my hands. I looked in the mirror and stared into the face of someone I didn’t quite know. I slammed my hands against the mirror, presumably to smash the face of the criminal I had become. I had killed one of my best friends for a sexual thrill. My mind raced again.
My bed had the stains of his orgasm on it. I had just broken the mirror in the bathroom. Maybe that was explainable, maybe not. I had been lying next to the body and accidentally smeared blood across the sheets. I paced nervously. I knew it wasn’t a crime to be gay, but it was a crime to be the cause of suicide. How should I explain that to his mother, or mine?
And then I heard laughter. No giggles, not even giggles, but heartbreaking laughter that sent shivers down my spine. What the hell , I thought. The laughter only got louder and it came from Thom’s room. There was also more than one distinctive laugh and then I heard the voices. To say I was confused was definitely an understatement. I stormed into the room and stopped dead in my tracks.
There on the bed sat James, alive and kicking. Thom was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room, laughing himself to death. Frank came out of the closet, still yelling. There was a figure on the bed, a corpse, mind you, or at least it seemed so. i broke down
“Hey buddy, are you alright?” said a voice through the fog of my mind.
“Come on, wake up. Shit , Johnny, don’t you take a joke?” said another.
“The fool had a knack trying to do that shit to me last night,” a voice I recognized as James pierced my senses.
I fought for consciousness. As I slowly came to, I realized what had happened. I had become the victim of a cruel practical joke. It was set from the start. Thom and James had been the instigators; Frank the follower. How I knew how the conversation was going when I regained consciousness.
“Did you see how he broke that mirror? Poor git thought he did something wrong,” said a voice I recognized as Thom was still chuckling softly.
“I told you he was going to try that teasing shit he’s always talking about,” James’ voice said.
“Guys, if I had known it was going to come to this… what if he had had a heart attack? What would we have done then?” That was Frank.
My eyes opened and blinked slightly to banish the tears. The three hovered over my body, Frank looking concerned, the other two were still laughing. I tried to sit up, but Frank gently pushed me down.
“Calm down,” he said. “You’ve been through quite a lot this morning.”
“I will say,” Thom commented, then broke into another long, tiring laugh that was soon joined by James.
“Whose body was it?” I managed to mumble, which drew even more laughter.
“It was one of those lifelike sex dolls and it belongs to Julie. You know her. The girl you relentlessly teased at Jake and Margo’s party not so long ago . That was her revenge,” Frank said.
“What…?”
“Yeah you nerd, you hurt that beautiful girl with all your teasing and shit . She had this revenge plan,” James growled, stifling a laugh.
“She bought the doll especially for you…she comes from a wealthy family, you know,” Thom interjected.
I gained some strength and sat up. “What about all that shit last night… with you, James?”
” Shit , most of it was true. I’m bisexual. We all knew you weren’t, but if you were put in the right situation, you would try to annoy everyone.
“What about you, Thom?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” He grinned.
“Did you get your head sucked by James the other day?”
“Did you tell him that? That should be our secret…yes, I did?” he answered, still grinning.
“…and I turned him down just like he said,” Frank interrupted.
“Shit, it’s getting a little clearer,” I said.
“Let me ask you one thing. What was that about this morning when you came in and slept with whoever you thought was me?” James asked.
“I was just checking on you.”
“Are you sure?” prodded James.
“No, since you won the night for your friend Julie, I’ll be honest. I felt sorry for you. I haven’t slept since you jumped on me and I’ve thought a lot about what I did to you… and I felt damn guilty . So I thought I’d make up for it by having my first gay experience with you.
“Under no circumstance!” he exclaimed. “The cumshot was a good effect back then.”
“I’ll talk to you about it later,” I smiled. “We are in mixed company.”
“Oh, don’t worry about us,” Thom said. “We’ll leave you both alone immediately.”
“I’m not in the mood right now, but who knows what the future will bring,” I said, looking James straight in the eye. “Anyway, this morning was filled with enough surprises, don’t you think?”
The homeowner tapped his foot impatiently, glanced at the clock on the wall, and then, out of habit, at his watch. It was already 7:30 in the morning. A man like him wasn’t a great morning person. Actually, he would have preferred to have slept in today and just snored from morning to noon. But no, he had to get up early this morning. Today was the day he would have his bathroom tile and sink remodeled. The house needed a fresh coat of paint – among a few other things – and while he prided himself on being able to do a few things around the house himself, such a thing required a more professional touch.
On a quick call to the nearest construction company in town recently, he was told someone would be over at around 7:30am on a Sunday morning . Another look back at the clock and he began to wonder where the handyman was.
“It’s getting late…” he exclaimed and started pacing up and down the living room with an annoyed scowl on his face.
As if to answer his own question, the doorbell rang.
Jason jumped at the sound of the doorbell, stopped, and snorted all the way to the door. He raved about the fact that the contractor was nearly five minutes late. If it weren’t so early in the morning, the homeowner would have shrugged at the delay, but the fact that he had to get up until dawn annoyed him.
As he walked across the doormat, which proudly displayed a little cottage and a “Welcome Home” above it, the man grabbed the metal doorknob and gave it a sharp twist. Jason opened the door and was about to open his mouth to leave it to the contractor when he found he couldn’t form words.
Before him stood a massive man, almost dwarfing him in height and build. He looked a little older than Jason; around his late twenties, while Jason was in his mid-twenties. His azure eyes collided with the tight white tank top covering his body along with the jeans. The pants were faded; the blue was reduced to a lighter shade of its former glory and several parts of the denim had holes in them. A brown tool belt around his waist showed its wear and tear, and expensive-looking tools were holstered on the outside. His hair was a beautiful chocolate brown that clashed with his almost intense gaze. The contractor had a beaming smile on his face that practically exuded charm, and the brown beard accentuated his distinctive and bold features. Though thick, the beard was well groomed and reminded Jason of a lumberjack.
The contractor’s weapons were mostly free and movable. One of his hands was free while the other carried a toolbox that proudly displayed the logo of the company he worked for. The tight and bulging muscles of the man’s arms were on full display and his biceps tensed menacingly. The V of the contractor’s neck was full of tendons and sinews that seemed to be moving on their own, and Jason could see a tuft of dark hair peeking out over the waistband of the shirt teasingly. As the contractor eyed his client, Jason couldn’t help but watch as the tan skin penetrated the contractor’s tight t-shirt. He was handsome for a slightly older man.
Due to the warm weather outside, the male was already sweating. The man’s light brown shimmered in the morning light and Jason was stunned by a certain drop that trickled down the contractor’s shirt and rolled down his covered chest.
“Good morning mylord!” he chirped energetically. “Are you Mr. Greenwood?”
Jason blinked and took a moment to realize that the hulking hunk in front of him was actually speaking to him. “Er, er, yes!” He shook his head, smiled back, and held out a hand. “Yes I am.” The contractor’s hands felt coarse and rough, no doubt the result of a lot of working with wood. “Jason Greenwood.”
“Nice to meet you Jason,” the handsome gentleman smiled back. “I’m the handyman they sent to you for the duration of your contract with us.”
“I am glad to meet you…”
“The name is Ken.”
“Er, Ken, nice to meet you.” The customer smiled, his earlier complaints quickly dissipating as he contemplated his own handyman. “So, um, yeah, if you’d follow me, I can show you where you’d be working on the renovations…”
Jason waved Ken in, a warm smile crossing his lips as he led the contractor upstairs. Contrasting Jason’s graceful steps was the lumbering tank that was the contractor and the boots he wore clattering up the wooden steps. The hallway was littered with various images of nature. Four frames adorned the wall, each representing a different season. The dragon lingered on the one simply titled “Autumn” on which the orange and red leaves were frozen in time.
What surprised Ken most was how comfortable the house felt to him. It was warm and inviting; almost like the cute stallion that welcomed him inside. Shaking his head as his eyes lingered on Jason’s round bottom in tan board shorts for far too long, Ken reminded himself that this was a client to work with, not seduce.
Jason led Ken to the sink in his bathroom and opened the lower cabinet to reveal the maze of pipes running through the bottom of the sink.
“I’d like a new sink for my bathroom along with a tiling renovation on the floor,” Jason said neutrally, glancing over at the contractor and seeing him scribbling notes on a small, red notebook. The pen he was using looked almost like a small stick in Ken’s large hands.
Ken crouched down and ran his finger along the white tile, which had a small blue cross pattern on it. He just clicked his tongue as he wrote another note in his notes before saying, “Okay. I can get the sink with the materials and finish it by tomorrow. The tiles will be about the same,” the dragon said coolly, but not without that warm smile at the end. The dragon then said, “The price will be around $3000 total for everything, but we can always negotiate.
“Please just do it, Ken.” The smaller man nodded. “I’ve wanted this for a long time. I’m willing to pay.” From the walk-in shower and sparse bathroom, it was obvious Jason had a large sum. Ken figured it would just result in a larger tip, which was nice.
“Excellent! We can order new tiles. I recognize the style. I believe we have some in circulation and they may arrive quickly.
Jason nodded and asked, “How long do you think the renovation will take?”
“Ehh, I’d say about a week,” Ken said nonchalantly while making another note without looking down to see what he was writing and still looking at Jason. “I’ll have help too. It won’t just be me disturbing your peace.” Ken grinned stupidly at the comment, along with a deep growl of a chuckle.
“Oh, I don’t mind if more people like YOU show up,” Jason thought pervertedly to himself as his gaze fell on the sweat still dripping down the man’s skin.
The contractor chuckled. “I can assure you, Jason, that the rest of my colleagues are not as charming as I am.” Ken decided to tease a little, if only to build a good relationship with his client. That and maybe because he thought his client was pretty cute. But he was careful not to mix business and pleasure. Or at least he avoided it whenever he could. “Let me start measuring now so I can make sure I’m picking the right materials when I start working on this.”
“Well, if that’s the case then I’ll leave it to you,” Jason replied before making his way out of the bathroom. He watched as Ken knelt on the floor and began to take out his measuring tapes, his large and broad hands working with the yellow measuring tape. Jason didn’t want to disturb the man and decided to leave him alone for now. “If you need anything else, just give me a call. I’m in the living room.”
“Sounds good. I’ll definitely call you if anything comes up.”
Jason was downstairs in the living room in front of the TV, his body stretched out on the couch but couldn’t focus on the show he was watching as his mind was still on Ken. The contractor’s rippling body etched itself into his mind and he could think of nothing but his own oddities about the man’s body. The Adonis’ voice was also as smooth as silk and he had a charm about him that was electrifying.
Jason’s own loins moved, giving him a semi-erection that luckily didn’t show through his shorts. He glanced at his watch and wrote down the time. It had been almost an hour and Ken was pretty quiet in the bathroom. Curiosity got the best of him and he wondered how his bathroom renovation was going. He got up and walked back into the bathroom, his footsteps echoing down the hall as he climbed the stairs.
“Hey Ken… how are the measurements?”
Jason was mesmerized by the sight in front of him. The dragon was on his knees, leaning his rump in the air as he worked with a tape measure and noted the tile measurements in his notebook. His shirt was tossed aside and his wavy body was on full display for the buck. His muscles tensed and glistened with sweat under the artificial lights, and the tool belt that slung around his waist was tucked at his side, within arm’s reach.
The jeans around Ken’s waist seemed to highlight the full part of his body and they had a rip near the back that revealed a small patch of his tight lighter white skin of his firm buttocks. Jason felt blood rushing from his brain towards his manhood in record time but managed to hold himself together. He tugged at the collar of his shirt and coat.
Turning and looking over his shoulder, the handsome contractor grunted in response before scribbling in his notebook, his rear end swaying as he began to maneuver to face his client. Jason couldn’t keep his eyes focused as the dragon moved to a standing position, his broad back displayed and glistening with sweat, before turning around. Jason was stunned as he watched a drop brush the stud’s right nipple. He was the ultimate temptation and Jason found it harder to contain himself.
The contractor smiled at him before saying, “It’s going well Jason.” Whether he noticed the look on his client’s face or not, he said nothing, instead stepping aside and grabbing a towel. “I’ve made a lot of progress and I think I’ve got most of it done anyway. I can start working on it tomorrow as soon as I have the materials.” He wrapped the towel around his neck before looking down at him again. “Look, I don’t usually ask this, but can I have some water? It’s really hot outside and I’m really thirsty.”
Ken felt terrible, but he found it too comfortable to miss the opportunity to annoy his client. It was always fun to see how he reacted from the people he worked with, and judging by the bulge he was beginning to see in Jason’s loins, it had the greatest effect on the younger man.
“Uh, uh, sure. We can go to the kitchen if you want. Looks like you could use a break anyway.” Jason just hoped his voice didn’t crack like he thought it would. Jason’s heart was beating wildly in his chest as he walked towards the kitchen, only now did he realize that his soft boner from before had turned into a raging hard-on. did he see If so, he didn’t mention anything about it. This only served to make Jason more confident and nervous, but he did his best to keep his composure around the muscular bear next to him.
Ken gave a small chuckle at Jason’s apparent nervousness and pretended not to be aware of it. Not wanting the poor man to have a panic attack, the contractor grabbed his tool belt and looped it back around his waist as if packing his things to leave. Thinking nothing of it, the younger man took Ken down the stairs and towards the kitchen.
Ken was still shirtless; He didn’t even bother to cover his bare chest, and Jason wished he were behind the taller man so he could eye him. He knew he felt like a dirty pervert, but that was what was exciting about the situation.
Jason led Ken into the spacious kitchen. The stainless steel fridge and sink stood silently in the back left part of the kitchen. A beautiful neutral brown color covered the interior along with the beautiful tiles covering the floor. The countertops were covered in beautiful granite and the sink occasionally leaked water into the tub below.
“Maybe that’s not the right way to say it, but you have a really nice place here,” Ken said, almost purring. The deep rumble sent a shiver down Jason’s spine and the buck reached into one of the many wooden cupboards to grab a glass mug.
“Thanks,” Jason said with a grin. “I like to keep up to date around the house. I’m proud of that.”
The contractor cranked up the flirtation and replied with a charming smile, “It’s okay, I like it when people keep up appearances on the outside.” There was a mischievous twinkle in Ken’s eyes as he watched the Cervine walk to the sink and pushed the nozzle up to let a cool stream of water flow out and into the glass.
Jason cleared his throat, blushing as the glass steadily filled to the top, his body having to lean forward a little to get to the sink. “I like to appear like I’ve got it all together,” Jason chuckled, trying to deflect the comment. Although Jason had previously read the statement as a loving gesture, the now curious customer wanted to test the waters a bit to make sure he was getting the right signals.
“Well you seem to have EVERYTHING together,” Ken said with another low growl as he casually leaned against the counter. His body leaned against the countertops as he leaned forward at an angle as if posing for the younger man. Jason walked back and handed him the glass of water. “Thanks,” he replied before taking a sip.
Jason watched in silence as the dragon took a long gulp from the glass of water, almost oddly fixated on watching the water flow down his throat and into his broad chest, which was on full display for him. He was so transfixed that he didn’t realize he was staring again.
“You like them?” Ken asked casually.
Jason’s face flushed with embarrassment as he realized he was caught staring. “Y-yes! I suppose it gives you a great workout working all the time?”
The dragon chuckled before flexing a bicep for Jason. An almost silent gasp escaped Jason’s lips as he saw the raw muscles in front of him tense. “You could say that. I’ve been in business for five years now. I have done all sorts of work at this point. Woodwork.” He put the water glass back on the counter. “You could say I’m a handyman. I’m a craftsman, after all.”
Although the joke was very cheesy, Jason caught himself laughing with Ken as his positive behavior was contagious. “And you?” asked Ken. “What you do for a living?”
“A-Accounting,” Jason managed as he watched the dragon’s muscles expand outward as if they were living, breathing creatures themselves. “I work for a nice company…up north of town.” Jason felt like he could cut through the sexual tension with a knife as Ken gave a small grin.
“Oh, I see,” Ken said with the same charming demeanor as he looked around the kitchen and then out into the backyard. The yard was spacious but surrounded by a long, tall brown fence that blocked the view of the neighbors. “Interesting. So a numbers person, huh?”
Jason nodded as he watched Ken raise the glass of water to his lips for a long swallow. Some of the crystal clear water managed to slip past a bear’s lips and drip down his chest. The droplets rolled down the wide expanse until they reached Ken’s stomach and rolled down his treasure trail. The droplet journey ended abruptly in the crotch of the contractor jeans.
“Oh damn,” Ken said, feeling the water seep into his lower half. He put the water glass back on the counter and wiped his chest with the towel around his neck. After a few minutes of careful wiping, he managed to put everything in order. “So, um.” Ken cleared his throat. “I’m done for today, Jason. I’ll go back now and order things for tomorrow. Unless you have something else you want me to take care of,” he winked at his client, “I should take care of my vacation. Then tomorrow at the same time?”
Jason shuddered as he looked at the stallion’s powerful torso and looked up into Ken’s ocean blue eyes and realized there was a sparkle in them. It was mischievous and playful, and he wondered if there was something hidden. Jason let his feelings show through his own facial expression and although he was embarrassed, he could decipher his desires through his glassy eyes.
The man shrugged, leaned against the countertop, pressed his back against the cool granite, and said, “Well… if there’s nothing else to do, I’ll just have you come back tomorrow.” Jason smiled warmly at Ken, his expression concealing something his own desires.
“I can think of a few…” Ken said softly.
The two looked at each other for that brief moment. Jason’s heart pounded in his chest. He had never felt so much desire for anyone before, and the sexual tension was so intense he could hardly breathe. A mischievous grin broke out briefly on Ken’s face before returning to his classic warm smile as he said, “…which I can always take care of tomorrow.” The contractor stepped aside and adjusted his tool kit around his waist. “I’ll say goodbye now, Mr. Greenswood. I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”
And with that, the stallion left, carrying his toolbox with him, and made his way to the front door. Jason followed him and watched through the windows as the dragon climbed into the truck parked in front of his house. A few minutes later he drove away, leaving Jason alone.
“Crap!” he cried out, a mixture of dizziness, frustration and excitement. “What am I getting myself into?” Without thinking, Jason went to the bathroom, opened the door and closed it behind him. He walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet to wash his face.
A few minutes later he got out and took a deep breath. He looked at the clock again and saw that it was noon.
Waiting for the next day would feel like torture for him.
When the next morning came, Jason was ready for Ken’s 7:30 am arrival. He was pacing the room excitedly, dressed in black gym shorts and a lime green t-shirt that showed off the strands of black hair around his body. He made sure to gel his hair and straighten the flyaways. Although the outfit was a lot less formal, he wanted to feel casual around Ken.
And he also wanted easy access if things got hot.
When Jason noticed a large Dodge Ram truck pull into the driveway and Ken jumped out, the deer smiled brightly. His smile widened even more when he realized the dragon was alone.
As he headed for the door, Ken knocked on the front door a couple of times and Jason didn’t hesitate to open it. Ken stood in all his glory; a tight white shirt that highlights his torso, along with faded and ripped jeans. The same tool belt hung around his waist. “Hello Mr. Greenwood. Are you ready for some new tiles?” said Ken with a happy smile. “Also, I didn’t get the other person to help today. He called in sick. He’s got something bad.
Ken chuckled at his own comment and then winked at Jason. The larger male strutted in like he owned the house, his rump swaying teasingly as he headed for the stairs. “Although… that would also mean that it would take me longer than normal to put it on.
“Of course not!” Jason answered back almost too excitedly.
“Glad to hear that! I’m starting to set up the gear to undress your bathroom. You can just sit and relax…unless curiosity gets the best of you again.
Blushing at the contractor’s comment and cheeky grin, Jason returned a shy smile. “All right. You got it Ken.” Jason decided to let Ken do some work as it would take him all day to get things done. Not that it’s a bad thing, Jason thought. Having the eye candy wasn’t such a bad idea. He could already feel his loins moving just as he thought of the possibility of what might happen if he played his cards right.
Jason decided to keep himself busy in the kitchen and thought of making a simple lunch for the two of them. At least he could do that to Ken as a token of his gratitude. As Jason went about his business in the kitchen, there was loud banging and swearing from above, followed by things being moved around. Jason chuckled to himself; Ken appeared to be a taciturn worker. It was around 10am when he finished eating and Ken called him.
“I’m coming!” he replied, wondering what was going on. He went back into the bathroom and saw that the contractor was lying on the floor holding a wrench on one of the pipes under the sink. The tiles were half done by the looks of it. “You well?” Jason asked, looking in to see Ken grumbling about the “goddam shitty pipes.” The larger male’s face flushed a little as he looked over and saw Jason’s head peeping in.
“I don’t normally ask clients to help me with this, mainly because I usually do this with someone, but since I’m alone I need your help with something.” The stallion scooted over and made some room for him. “I have to take this pipe out so I can remove the sink and replace it with the new one, but it’s proving very difficult. Would you mind helping me with that?”
“Naturally.” Jason moved over and stood closer to the dragon and grabbed the wrench from under the dragon’s large hands. “On three?”
“On three. One. Two. Three!”
They both grunted in unison as the bolt dislodged under their combined effort. It yielded, but not before accidentally opening a valve with it. Jason barely got out of the way when tap water started spurting out of the open pipe, completely drenching Ken. Jason moved quickly and turned the valve in the far corner of the room, stopping the flow of water.
“Damned. I thought I closed that…” Ken muttered angrily to himself, frowning tossing the wrench aside.
“Are you alright?” Jason asked, reaching out a hand to help Ken up off the floor.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” Ken said, shrugging his large shoulders, shirt completely see-through as he got off the floor. His tense muscles shimmered brilliantly in the artificial light and Ken grabbed the hem of his shirt before pulling the wet material over his head and off his body. The contractor took one look, started shaking out his shirt, and water trickled down the contractor’s hand onto the floor.
Ken stared at the magnificent chest, his eyes staring at the wet muscle expanding and contracting as Ken involuntarily bent as he began to rip off his shirt. Jason looked down and saw that Ken’s jeans were completely soaked and the smaller man secretly wished that Ken would take off his pants and do the rest of the work. The trail of brown hair running down his pecs gave the muscle nice definition and the brown treasure trail running down the contractor’s muscular gut and into his jeans shimmered due to the water.
Jason stood awkwardly as he watched Ken continue unbuttoning his shirt. Ken seemed to be concentrating on how wet he was and not on Jason staring openly at him, his eyes the size of Teller.
“God damn,” Ken cursed as he looked over to see Jason flinch and look down at the floor like he’d been caught in the act of a sneaky crime. Ken smiled charmingly and said, “I’m soaked. Do you have a towel or something I can use? I apologize for that Jason.
Jason stood transfixed for a moment and then said, “Yeah. Wait a moment …”
Jason ran to two long vertical doors and pulled the right one towards him. The door opened to reveal a pile of rags, towels, and other clothing. Jason grabbed the nearest towel, which happened to be a royal shade of purple, and walked back over to hand Ken the thick towel.
“Thank you, sir,” Ken said with his charismatic smile and bubbly demeanor even when covered in water. The bearded man began drying himself off, but even that wasn’t enough to relieve most of Ken’s ailments. “Okay…” Ken answered and threw the towel over his shoulder. He looked at this handwork and said, “On the good side, everything is mostly done here. I just need to attach these pipes,” he pointed to the metal pipes that were lying in the corner. “And then the tiles after that.” The nearly naked stallion turned to face Jason, who was still staring openly at him.
Luckily Jason had enough sense to shut his mouth and get his brain working again. He looked over the tall male and did his best not to drool at the sight of those heavenly abs in front of him. Ken looked like he just got out of a men’s magazine photo shoot. “Should I hang this outside?” Jason asked upon seeing the dripping garment being held by the dripping contractor.
“Yes, please,” Ken said, “I’m really sorry to bother you like this. I thought I closed the valve earlier. I must have overlooked…”
“It’s alright,” Jason replied as he took the shirt. “Your pants don’t look that dry either.” Jason giggled, a smile curling his lips.
Ken shrugged and said, “It’s fine. I’ve had worse problems…”
Ken grinned mischievously before adjusting his tool belt. There was a brief pause before he spoke in his cool, collective voice. “Mr. Greenwood, this may seem strange, but… I’ve got some extra clothes in my truck and my union is telling me to take a break soon. I was wondering if you have a spare shower that I can use to freshen up. Sounds awkward, but… I’ll deduct something from the inconvenience bill. How does that sound?
Jason clicked his tongue before pausing. A naked bear dancing around his home has raised some alarms, but at the same time Ken has proven he can be trusted. Jason moved his lips of his own accord and said, “Yeah, I don’t mind.
Ken smiled widely as he followed Jason down the stairs to the kitchen. Ken smiled excitedly at the thought of getting clean again and enthusiastically followed Ken. When the duo reached the front door, Ken stepped out to get some clean clothes. When he came back he was wearing what appeared to be a camo t-shirt and gym shorts.
Jason gave Ken an odd look and the contractor just smiled cheekily as he stepped back inside. “Sorry…sometimes you just have to improvise with spare clothes.”
Jason shrugged and replied, “I get the feeling. The guest bathroom is just behind the kitchen and down a small hallway. You can not miss it.”
“Thank you!” Ken smiled before following Jason’s instructions.
To say things were going according to plan would have been too much, even for Jason. He wanted to see a man’s stud naked – and do other unspeakable things – but this was just too perfect. It was as if faith had decreed something heavenly for him in the form of Ken’s glorious body. Watching Ken leave, Jason’s eyes focused on nothing more than that shaking ass as he left to get cleaned up. Jason could have sworn Ken’s stride had an extra oomph. It was like he was completely trapped and he had planned it all from the beginning.
Intentionally or not, Jason felt his heart skip a beat as he thought about how things could end up if he played his cards right. A few minutes later he quietly followed behind the dragon and he could hear the sound of the water rushing from the bathroom. The door opened a crack and the man’s curiosity got the better of him. He went forward to peer through the crack in the door.
Inside, the room was steamy. The large bathroom mirror above the sink was steamed up and Jason could feel the warm, wet steam on his exposed skin. Jason’s ears perked up when he heard Ken humming something and the click of a shampoo bottle being opened.
Ken’s clothes, or rather his pants, lay neatly folded on the counter and Jason did his best not to gasp when he saw the underwear the dragon was wearing. A light blue jockstrap sat neatly on top of the folded trousers.
“He works in these things? Guess it all holds together…” Jason muttered to himself, imagining the handsome man working on some wood while wearing nothing but his jock. He swallowed, his cock throbbing painfully in his loins; it was now to full mast, clearly visible through his gym shorts. “Well, that’s a nice thought,” Jason said quietly to himself. He imagined the sweat from Ken’s work dripping onto the bag. “Mmm…”
Stepping back from the door, Jason looked down to see a tent in his shorts and blushed hotly. The tips of his ears started to redden at the lewd thoughts that started playing around in his head. Jason started stroking himself through his gym shorts, but stopped when the sound of running water slowed. He couldn’t help but keep peering through the door, a blush forming in his cheeks from looking inside.
Ken emerged from the shower, a brilliant display of manhood. His skin shimmered in the artificial light and his eyes sparkled happily as he stepped out of the shower. Jason’s mouth opened in a silent gasp as his gaze fell on the thick member between Ken’s legs. The obviously masculine man’s thighs wobbled as he went to the towel rack and wiped the purple towel off.
It was probably the tallest member Jason had ever seen. It was longer than the biggest dildo he’d ever owned and it was thicker than his own forearm, which was saying something because Jason worked out quite frequently to maintain his muscular physique. Its sheer size made it sink down and sway like a pendulum, swinging back and forth between his legs as if in a conscious effort to hypnotize someone. It was mesmerizing for Jason to see, and he didn’t even realize that some drool was already escaping the side of his lips. The round, full balls had the same pendulum action as its tail, which flapped about as it walked. It was now clear to Jason why Ken was wearing a jockstrap.
Ken wrapped the towel around his head and started drying himself off, his whole body shaking and his cock flapping around like a toy Jason just wanted to play with. If he wasn’t tough before, he was tough now. His cock was obviously pressing against his shorts, even leaving an obviously wet stain on the fabric. Ken turned and started drying his front and Jason stayed behind to stare at the man’s back. The muscle tensed as the bear washed himself off; lift one cheek while relaxing the other and vice versa. Even his ass looked like it was chiseled by gay angles. It wobbled with his every move, moving seamlessly and begging to be fondled and hugged.
A soft moan escaped Jason’s mouth, one far too loud for his own good.
Ken stopped drying himself for a moment, his attention focused on the door, and Jason moved just in time to avoid getting caught, a mad scramble out of the way to the door. As he leaned his back against the wall and bowed his head, he felt his heartbeat slow. His breathing was ragged and his heartbeat was deafening.
“Jason?” called Ken from the bathroom.
“Y-yes?” Jason shouted, doing his best not to shake his voice. Damn, he was just so broken. “Are you okay in there?”
“I have just finished!”
“Yeah, I almost did too,” Jason thought to himself as he got up from the wall and began to walk slowly backwards toward the kitchen.
“Very well,” Jason said with a smile. “You haven’t used up all my shampoo, have you?” Jason chuckled at the teasing, and unfortunately didn’t even hear the sound of footsteps coming out of the bathroom along with the door opening.
“Nah, don’t worry…I only used what was needed.”
Jason silently gasped again at the sight.
Ken came out of the bathroom with the royal purple towel around his waist. A grin crossed his face and his eyes had a mischievous, playful twinkle in them. His body was in full view alongside his hips and waist, his hairy but trimmed chest was in full view along with his flexing legs. The towel had a bulge that was noticeable through the purple fabric. Ken just folded his arms and leaned against the wall, his skin covered in a fresh layer of clear water running off his stocky body, and Jason now noticed a tattoo just below the bear’s left leg; a tiger with its jaws wide open slid down his leg and the tattoo’s orange and yellow ink shone brilliantly due to the water running over the ink.
Jason responded appropriately to the situation; blushing violently with his mouth open. “K-Ken…” he managed to say in response to the nearly naked man in front of him.
“Anything… on your mind, Mr. Greenwood?” said Ken with a seductive purr in his voice. He stopped folding his arms and rested his right hand on a fold of his towel.
Jason cleared his throat and shook his head. “N-no, I’m fine. I’m perfectly fine. he said, sounding dizzy. His voice was shaking and he could barely control his own lust. He just wanted to rip off the towel and see what was underneath again.
Ken stepped closer to him, his bare feet tapping the tiled floor. “Well, anyway, I wanted to thank you.” He walked to the side of the counter and walked over to him. Jason desperately wanted to keep eye contact with him or else the dragon would see the erect boner he had in his pants raging.
He swallowed and slowly backed away. He feared that if Ken invaded his personal space, he would lose full control over himself. “Oh! uh! You don’t have to,” he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
“But I do. I wanted to personally thank you for being such a great host,” Ken continued, seemingly oblivious to the stifling sexual tension in the air. He kept walking forward, proudly sticking his chest out for Jason to see.
“No, really! It’s okay!” Jason squeaked sheepishly. Ken forced Jason to keep moving backwards, but the end came when his butt collided with the counter. He was trapped and stuck between a rock and a very hard spot.
Ken stopped in front of him, still with that mischievous smile and that knowing twinkle in his eyes. The two eyes met in that brief moment, Jason couldn’t take his eyes off that pretty face. “You were such a great host. I know there was a little hiccup in our renovations, and we even went as far as using your shower and all… but… I think I have an idea on how to do it, it’s up to you.”
“Y-you do?”
“Yes, and I think you’ll like it too.”
The soft sound of fabric falling to the ground sounded to Jason’s ears like trains crashing into each other. The smaller man didn’t even have to look down to know what was on the floor at that precise moment. The intense sexual tension in the air betrayed Ken’s expression as he still wore that sweet, adorable smile.
“Oops.”
Jason was mesmerized by Ken’s gaze until he felt something thick rub against the bulge of his gym shorts. Looking down, Jason was panting as hard as Ken; his warm breath kissed Ken’s bare chest. Ken grinned, cock throbbing as Jason openly stared at his manhood.
“I saw you were watching me,” Ken said with a grin, leaning forward enough to whisper hotly in Jason’s ear. Jason could feel the warm breath against the soft fur of his small ears, and they twitched with each breath that brushed the sensitive nerves. “Do you think I didn’t notice your eyes staring into the door frame? Or how stunned you looked when I took my shirt off?”
Jason was speechless as he watched as the member rubbing against his bulge began to grow and came closer and closer to him, further pinning him against the counter. Ken’s broad chest rubbed against his clothed ones, the muscles brushing his a pleasurable sensation.
“K-Ken…” Jason said almost breathlessly.
Ken stuck out his tongue and licked across Jason’s right ear, the smooth appendage playing around the sensitive muscle before moving to Jason’s right cheek. Jason shivered at the feel and how warm the saliva was before the air turned him cool, the warm and cold feel of Ken’s freshly showered body contrasted with the cool feel of the saliva drying on his skin. “Now I’ve got you all to myself, and you get some extra perks added to this contract,” Ken said with a pleased growl.
“F-fuck…” Jason said softly, not wanting to let the word slip away from him and his eyes widened a little in recognition.
Ken stepped forward to plant a kiss on Jason’s lips. It was a brief and tender kiss, but one that electrified Jason’s entire body. It set his nerves on fire, his entire grip on himself loosening completely. They broke the kiss after a few short minutes, briefly entwining with saliva trailing in their wake.
“That’s the idea, Jason,” Ken replied, his free hand stroking the deer’s stiff boner in his pants. “Why don’t we make ourselves more comfortable?” he asked placing another kiss on Jason’s lips before quickly walking away, and the man shivered as he felt Ken’s grip knead his package lightly.
Jason almost blew his load on the spot as Ken’s hands worked teasingly over his manhood, groping and groping wherever they pleased. His underwear was soaked in his own pre by this point. “Yes, I would like that,” Jason replied simply.
“Bedroom?”
“Upstairs. First door on the left.”
“Hold on tight to me.”
“Um, wa-?”
Jason cried out as Ken pulled him up with ease. He placed his two massive hands, one on each buttock, to support Jason’s weight. Jason immediately realized what he was doing and clung to the larger stud’s body for safety. He wrapped his legs around Ken’s thick body, enjoying the warmth radiating from his naked lover’s skin. The two made it up the stairs quickly, Jason almost baring the man’s hairy chest. Luckily the door was ajar and he let himself in and made a beeline for the king bed in the middle of the room.
“Here we go…” Ken said laying Jason back on the mattress.
What Jason saw was a sight to behold. The great dragon towering over him, a tower of muscle and a wall of pure manhood. Jason’s eyes traveled down to the bear’s titanic tail resting on its legs, which dangled from the edge of the bed and spilled profusely. It definitely looked like it would break his ass in half.
“Now that we…”
Ken leaned down and placed his arms next to Jason’s head before giving a much deeper and longer kiss. Jason moaned, the vibrations of his lips moving through Ken’s insides as he kissed the contractor passionately.
Shaking at the sensations that swept through his senses, Jason slid back onto the pillows of the bed and Ken followed like a hungry animal, continuing to kiss Jason on the lips before unexpectedly slipping his tongue deep into the submissive man’s mouth let slide. Jason gagged on the attachment at first but got used to the size and found himself sucking his tongue a bit as she explored his mouth.
As Ken pulled away, the two openly gasped at each other, their hot breath caressing the other’s body. Jason felt two hands begin to work under his shirt before pulling it up. There was a rumble of delight as Ken began to explore the buck’s torso with enthusiasm, his hands working the lean muscle. Jason whimpered softly, a thread of saliva connecting Ken’s and Jason’s lips.
“Mmmm, such a hot, slim boy…”
He yelped when he felt Ken pinch his right nipple lightly, and Jason blushed when Ken began to untie the shirt from his body. Jason raised his arms and closed his eyes as Ken began to pull his shirt off with his right hand while straddling his body and feeling his chest with his left hand. It seemed that Ken knew exactly where to touch to get him going, and Jason’s clothed member rubbed against the contractor’s firm but docile ass.
As Jason looked at him with a blissful look on his face, Ken chuckled and added, “I know exactly where to touch you…”
“Well I’m glad to know I’m in good hands,” Jason replied with a hiss as he felt the cool breeze as his chest was free and open to explore. He watched as Ken casually tossed his shirt aside and began to work on the slim man’s lower half, his hands grasping the waistband of his client’s shorts before quickly pulling them down several times. Jason’s shorts pressed against his body, his cock desperate to be freed from its cloth prison, which didn’t help when he tried to undress it.
Ken wasted no time removing the last piece of clothing and enthusiastically tugged at the shorts. Jason lifted his legs in the air and the dragon stripped off his shorts in one swift movement, leaving Jason in just his skimpy jockstrap. The pouch was dark black with a red stripe down the middle and the straps framed Jason’s bottom quite well. The pouch’s spandex/polyester blend accentuated Jason’s curve, and Ken bit his lip and gave Jason a knowing look. “You little bitch.”
Jason chuckled, then said, “I wanted to be prepared.”
Ken raised an eyebrow. “Lubricant?”
“It’s in my bedside table. Let me get it.”
Jason turned and reached outside, grabbing the drawer under the small desk and pulling it out before handing his lover a large bottle of lube. The lube was nothing special. The front simply read “Kinky” in bright pink letters and Ken grinned as he opened the top and squirted a portion onto his hand.
“Let’s see if your ass is as prepared as you are,” Ken said with a low growl in his voice. Ken handed the lube back to Jason and then said, “I want you to lube me up.
Jason nodded and applied a generous helping of the lube to his hands before reaching out and gently grasping Ken’s throbbing cock. Ken hissed as he felt Jason’s delicate fingers work the slick lube down his shaft. With a stifled gasp, Jason groped over the shaft and his eyes widened as Ken shuffled closer until the shaft was almost directly in front of his face.
“Impressive…”
“I like?”
Jason nodded sheepishly as he started smearing the head of Ken’s cock along with the thick base. The sound of lube sliding down the shaft made Jason’s ears twitch as he gasped as the shaft throbbed, dripping clear onto his chest. Jason could smell the musk emanating from the dragon and hesitantly leaned forward.
“Will you lick it?” Ken said with a growl as he wiggled his hips in front of Jason’s face.
Jason nodded and leaned forward, licking the tip of the dominant man’s cock while continuing to grease Ken’s cock. The contractor shivered and leaned forward, placing his arms on either side of Jason’s head before pressing his tip against Jason’s lips.
“Keep smearing it but start sucking on my tip,” Ken said with a sneaky grin at the man below him.
Shaking again at the commanding tone the contractor was making, Jason leaned up to suck on the tip of Ken’s length. He felt the base pulse in his hand and a pre-spray in his mouth. Jason gagged at first but appreciated the gift; He swallowed the salty and pleasant substance through his esophagus.
“Mmm, yes. That’s a good boy,” Ken cooed as he placed a hand gently on the back of Jason’s head. “Go on. Don’t bother with my fingers…”
Jason didn’t know what Ken meant until he felt one of his lover’s fingers poking at his hole. The cold feel of lube on his sensitive hole was evident and the stag looked up at the dragon curiously.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Ken said, pausing to examine his lover’s most sensitive areas for a moment.
Jason lowered his head and stuck out his tongue for a quick taste of the contractor’s cock, his eyes looking up with a mixture of intense lust to be bossed around.
“Good.” Ken refocused his efforts on fingering the man’s ass beneath him. The way Jason’s ass sucked his fingers told Ken this was going to be a tight fuck, and that’s exactly how he preferred it. He pushed a finger in, Jason’s hole slowly opening, although the muscles around his finger tightened to keep the foreign intruder from entering. Jason let out a low moan, the finger sending electrifying signals radiating from his butt. He squirmed, choosing to focus on the manhood of the shirt spilling onto his chest.
With his free hands, Jason spread the lube over the throbbing shaft. Having seen it earlier, it still amazed him how big it was now that it was right in front of his face. Truly larger than his arm and thick all around, it carried a considerable weight that made Jason wonder how on earth something like this even existed. The fact that that cock was going to be shoved up his ass made his desire skyrocket. The throbbing stick felt rough in his hands as it was veined all over, giving it an intimidating and menacing appearance. He slid his hands over it and pumped it, he could feel the muscles throbbing underneath and pulsing in his grip. Another healthy squirt of Pre made him double in his licking efforts. The taste of it made the man addicted.
Ken stuck his finger deeper into that lover and felt Jason squirm around his finger, shifting his weight back a little until he was practically sitting on the bulge that was firmly lodged in Jason’s jockstrap. The tip of Ken’s length emerged from Jason’s mouth and Jason looked at him needily. Ken could feel the pouch fabric rubbing against the crevice of his crotch and he grinned at Jason’s dreamy look as Ken rubbed his crotch against the bulge.
“Do you like that, Mr. Greenwood?” said Ken with a devilish smile as he worked the submissive man’s shaft. Ken slipped a second finger inside Jason, his middle finger sliding in with a smooth, squeezing sound. Jason just nodded as he felt the fingers move inside him, touching him in places that made him shiver and tremble in ecstasy.
“Yes,” whispered Jason, using one hand to grasp Ken’s member while the other held the sheets of the bed. “Oh god yes!”
The dragon bit his lip, the moans of the deer sounding like music to his ears. “Ohh I’m gonna have so much fun with you. I’m gonna make you scream that and you’ll be hoarse by the end.” Ken redoubled his efforts and proceeded to insert a third finger into Jason’s now-loosening rear end. With his free hand, Ken moved it onto Jason’s jockstrap and began pulling it down. With a strong pull the fabric was free and let Jason’s member swing freely in the air. Ken smiled. Though significantly larger than the stag, Jason gripped his own warmth. It was a modest 6 inches, proportionately thick to match.
Ken gently wrapped his arms around Jason’s throbbing cock and was happy to hear the moan Jason let out as he twirled his fingers around his head. A good dose of Precursor flowed from above, covering Ken’s fingers. “You’re a hot fuck, Mr. Greenwood.”
“Thank you… sir,” Jason said to Ken while spreading his legs and maneuvering himself to make it easier for Ken’s fingers to enter him. The digits rubbed right against his prostate and Jason moaned and gasped every time Ken moved his fingers inside him. Ken watched Jason’s face carefully, looking for signs of discomfort. If the deer could take 3 fingers, he could probably get his limb to the base. Ken moved away from Jason and propped his lover’s legs against his broad shoulders. Ken grabbed Jason’s left ankle with his free hand and slowly removed his fingers from the deer’s hindquarters and smiled at the blissful look Jason returned.
“You’re ready,” Ken said simply as he grasped Jason’s other ankle with his free hand. There was a tinge of concern as he lined up his menacing looking shaft with Jason’s tight hole. “Let me know if it hurts…”
Looking up at his lover with gratitude, Jason nodded and reached out to feel the dragon’s broad chest as Ken began to roll his hips. Jason had concerns as he felt the thick shaft move between his cheeks and his cock twitched slightly in concern. “I’m done.”
Ken nodded before beginning to roll his hips to press the tip of his shaft against Jason’s hope. The sub’s inner muscles tried desperately to push him away, but Ken held on. This was probably going to be the tightest ass he’d ever gotten to fuck. Ken continued, sinking deeper and deeper into the ass of his latest conquest. Ken felt his eyes roll back as he felt the tightness he was sinking into. It was amazing to say the least. “Ooooo, yeah!” he growled between breaths. It felt like it would explode instantly.
Jason, on the other hand, thought he was being split in half. He always thought he had some sort of size king streak in him, but that was starting to make him wonder if he really had it. The pain emanating from his butt was unlike anything before, but as soon as he pushed himself to the limit, the pain subsided and turned to pleasure. Ken’s cock rested on his prostate and every time he sank inward he rubbed it perfectly. It sent spurts of pleasure through his body, making him gasp and moan in pleasure.
“Oh Ken!!” he screamed, clutching the sheets like his life depended on it.
“Yeah, say my name,” Ken growled as he sank further into Jason, sweat beginning to bead from his tanned skin as he rolled his hips. Jason was gasping openly, his cock jerking as he felt immense pressure on his prostate. His own length twitched and throbbed in front of him; pre start matting Jason’s fur on his chest. Jason looked at Ken who was looming over him, his body almost shadowing his own as the tip pushed further and further into him. When it finally felt like he couldn’t take it any longer, Jason felt the tickling of Ken’s manicured groin hair on his bottom.
“Do you feel that, Mr. Greenwood?” Ken said with a purr as he leaned in to lick Jason’s cock. “That’s a soda can-thick cock in your body… rubbing in hard-to-reach places.”
Ken let go of one of his lover’s ankles and began running his index finger up Jason’s thigh until it was gently rubbing against Jason’s cock. “And you have some leaking pipes that we need to fix.”
Jason tried to answer but found himself unable to, mumbling incoherent words that pretty much described how he was feeling at the moment – overwhelmed. Ken grinned and took this opportunity to slowly start what would later become a steady pounding. He got out and huffed as he felt Jason’s behind cling desperately to his thick member. He curses under his breath and makes it halfway before sinking back in.
It was long, slow, and arduous, but Jason felt like he was in heaven. He moaned Ken’s name to himself amid screams of joy, requests for more, and swearing, all woven into his sentences. He clung to the sheets so tightly his knuckles began to show white on them. It even threatened to tear. His whole body moved with his lover’s movements, at the mercy of the larger animal on top of him.
A rhythm quickly set in and Ken had the time of his life. The floorboards creaked and the entire bed frame groaned under their combined weight and the force behind his thrusts. Jason’s butt made lewd roaring noises as his cock jerked in and out. He grinned as he heard Jason scream his name in ecstasy. It hurt his ego more than anything to know that someone was enjoying his position below him and taking everything he had to offer; but he wanted more. He wanted to see how much pleasure he could get before inevitably destroying Jason’s ass. With his free hand, he braced the bottom’s legs on his shoulders and came into more of a standing position. Jason gasped as his body was pulled up and most of his lower body was supported by Ken’s large, muscular arms. Ken then directed his thrusts down and continued to pound the poor deer.
“Oh God!”
Jason’s head bobbed in an almost hypnotic trance as Ken started to pick up speed. His face was pushed into the bed and the rhythmic slap of the chic top’s hips on his own began to echo throughout the bedroom. With each thrust of Ken’s cock rubbing against his entrance, Jason moaned as he felt oddly full. Feeling Ken push further and further into himself with each deep thrust, Jason yelled into the room as he began to thrust against Ken’s thrusts.
Jason started drooling into the sheets as Ken ravaged him like he was just a hole to fuck. Jason felt two hands reach up to grab his butt and Ken’s nails began to dig into his perky butt. With a long, drawn out groan, Jason pushed hard against Ken with each thrust.
“I can feel something building!” Jason moaned as a warm, tingling sensation rose in his balls. The sensation started in his balls and worked its way up his body like liquid fire, each thrust from above sending sparks of electricity that made him quiver and tremble in anticipation of climax.
“I want to see you cum for me Jason!” Ken screamed, his thrusts deepening by the minute. He slapped Jason’s butt, his whole hole now accommodating his cock completely as if it belonged there. Jason couldn’t take it anymore, his body spasming and his cock going stiff as wood. Ken growled, Jason’s ass gripped his cock like a vise, and Jason cried out, his cock bouncing free in the air as he squirted fresh cum all over his body. It hit him squarely in the face and the bed he was lying on before shooting out in thick, white shots across his chest.
“Perfect,” Ken purred as he watched his bum wreak havoc for the afternoon. He looked wonderful as he saw the cum on his face, chest and bed covers. The handsome man’s skin was streaked with white. It was perfect; it looked like it belonged to him. But he himself was nearing his end. The grip of his conquering ass on his cock was way too much, even for him, and he was going to suck.
Jason trembled from the intensity of his orgasm and still stayed hard despite cumming all he had. He felt Ken’s massive arms loosen from his thighs, sending him crashing onto the bed. Jason felt his lover’s thick cock slide out of him and gasped.
“Ken what are you doing…”
“Get on all fours…I’m gonna fuck you real…”
Mouth falling open at the foul language, Jason was about to protest when he felt Ken’s manhood thrust back into him and Ken began thrusting in earnest. Jason could feel Ken’s massive balls slamming against his and trembling as Ken began to move from jackhammer speed to deep, hard thrusts that rubbed every part of him. Ken started grunting and snarling as he thrust into Jason and the bearded top got a devil of an idea when his gaze fell on the skimpy jockstrap Jason wore around his waist prior to this whole affair.
Ken grabbed it, guided it to Jason’s snout, and pressed the pouch against Jason’s nose. Jason was stunned by the sudden movement and was even more surprised when Ken wrapped the two straps around his hand and pulled back slightly, which worked almost like a leash for his lover.
“MRRR…mmf.”
“Yeah, sniff your own musk,” Ken cooed as he grabbed Jason’s right antler with his other hand. “Become nice and annoyed with your own stud before I cum inside you…”
The smell was intoxicating. It blew into Jason’s nostrils, fueling his arousal even further. His cock was licking cum on the bed and Ken was busy pounding his now battered butt. He cried out in pleasure, but his voice was muffled when Ken pulled back his makeshift gag.
“Yes, just so!” Ken cried out, his hips blurry on Jason’s ass. “I love your ass Jason! Damn perfect!” he yelled.
Jason was beyond excited but couldn’t really express his excitement as his prostate was being pounded endlessly. He felt like he was going to faint at that speed. Ken continued his thrusts, but eventually they became erratic as the bolt above him lost control and rapidly neared its own end.
The male above him let out a low growl, his hands gripping Jason’s two rump cheeks firmly and squeezing before placing his hand on the back of his butt and pushing him into the bed. Jason could only go with the flow of things as he was pinned against the mattress by the taller man and Ken’s left hand came from his butt back to his right butt cheek. A slap echoed around the room and Jason yelped in response.
The deep growl coming from above him, along with the Ken’s hips pressing harder and harder against his bottom, sent electric shocks of white-hot pleasure that threatened to bloom outward in white streaks. The pre dripping from the head of his member splattered liberally onto the sheets, and Ken got tired of Jason being wrapped up and pulled the jockstrap away from Jason’s face. Jason gasped as fresh air rushed into his lungs, almost dizzy as his head bobbed up and down hypnotically as the dominant male thrust into him over and over again. Ken simply held the underwear in his hand before raising it to his own face to sniff it, his nostrils opening wide as he sucked in the musk of his ass and letting out a pleased growl in response. He threw it aside when he was done, his eyes glazed over, and continued his ass attack.
“Mmmm, I’m so close. Ready for my load?” Ken growled as he thrust hard and deep into Jason, leaning over the man until his pecs were rubbing against Jason’s lean, muscular back. Jason’s delightful moan reached his ears and he rolled his hips against his lover’s perky butt. Ken nibbled Jason’s left ear gently and whispered, “I can feel you opening up to me and clutching you… ready for this. Mmmm, wait…”
“Ahhh…ahhh…urgh…UNGHH!!” Jason finally moaned into the sheets and his ears perked up at the smooth sound of Ken’s lubricated member sliding in and out of his butt.
Jason cried out as he trembled and trembled, his body nearly exploding outward as his member twitched and twitched between his legs. After three quick thrusts, his length began spraying spurt after spurt of pearly white semen onto the bed covers, cumming twice in that session while the brute above him continued his thrust.
Ken’s movements lost rhythm and became highly erratic as he did his best to keep pounding. But the sensations proved to be too much for him as he neared the end. With one last titanic thrust, Ken fell into Jason with a lewd, smooth sound. Jason meowed and felt a mixture of pleasure and pain radiate from his lower half and he knew for sure that in a few hours he would be very sore.
Giving short thrusts rather than the long, hard, deep thrusts of before, Ken began to gasp and moan before letting out a long roar as his cock spasmed in Jason’s cramped hole. Jason felt wave after wave of warm, milky seed fill him almost to the brim, and Jason wondered if it would start oozing out of him.
Ken’s cock inevitably stopped spitting cum deep into Jason’s hole and instead just oozed in, his climax slowly shrinking downwards and he felt his muscles begin to relax as a blissful high of afterglow washed over him. He ended up in bed next to Jason and moved in to suck the smaller man from behind, his cock firmly lodged in the back of his ass forcing his lover down with them. Both were panting and sweating from their strenuous sex, and Ken decided to wrap his arms possessively around Jason to pull him close and hug him tightly to his chest. Jason had no objection to the treatment as he was pulled closer to his lover’s muscular chest, the sweat from their session rubbing into his back, and it was almost reassuring to feel his lover’s muscles rub against his back with every breath he took in .
Both men were a mess of sweat and cum, their session taking a lot out of them. Jason was panting openly, his hair matted and covered in her sticky semen. Ken nestled against his neck, his warm breath caressing the ticklish nerve endings. It was a touching, tender moment compared to the animal and almost wild sex they had just engaged in.
After a few moments of silence, it was Ken who broke the ice. “That was fantastic Jason.”
Jason cleared his throat and looked over his shoulder at the larger male.
Ken blushed and giggled, “Sorry…Mr. Greenwood.”
“That’s better,” Jason said with a grin. “I’ll definitely feel that in the morning.”
Jason wiggled his body and felt the massive cock he had inside him still tugging in all the right places. Ken gave a lewd chuckle and reached out to touch Jason’s bottom openly. “Mmm, wait until we’re on round two.”
“You’re a pervert-mmmmf.”
Jason couldn’t finish the sentence as Ken bent over his body and kissed his lips passionately. Their lips smacked together audibly and Jason found himself smiling into the kiss as their tongues slowly and sensually began to explore the other’s mouth. As the two broke away, they both smiled at each other.
“Said the guy whimpering to get fucked by a big stud…” Ken said playfully.
“Shut up,” Jason said, and he felt a claw move very gently up and down his spine. Jason trembled at the touch. “Anyway, how long before you go to round two?”
“Ehhh… give me some. You were… nice and I don’t want to break you.
“You tell me,” Jason said with a blissful sigh. “I can feel it; all warm and hot…”
“Well, I’ve got all day anyway,” Ken said, patting Jason’s neck.
“Of what… to do that? What about my bathroom?” Jason asked cheekily. Ken just giggled in response and rubbed his hips against the bottom half of Ken. In response, Jason just let out a low moan; maybe his bathroom could wait.
“Oh…but I have to ask, Ken.”
“Yes?”
“Do I still get a discount from this?”
The contractor chuckled. “I’m thinking about it.” He then said, “Although…I wouldn’t mind doing this again when my workday is over…or my contract.” He licked Jason’s neck before planting a kiss on his spine, causing Jason to snort from the shivering at the touch of Ken’s soft lips.
Jason turned his head to look back at his lover and the two stared at each other briefly before both leaning in to share another kiss. That kiss; however, it soon became heated as Ken and Jason pressed their bodies tightly together, wanting more of each other and starting to lose themselves in their passions. Ken’s bottom half seemingly acted on its own and continued rubbing against Jason’s butt at a slow and rhythmic rate. The two broke their kiss and Ken held Jason tight.
“Yeah…” He started thrusting into Jason, causing him to let out a necessary groan. “I think the discount sounds promising at this rate.”
I could not believe it. I was on my knees wearing nothing but a skimpy black thong, with a massive cock bump just inches from my mouth. I stared straight at it, a man’s hand on the back of my head bringing my lips closer to his massive package. “You’re going to have to beg for it if you want to suck that cock, boy,” he said, pressing his speedo-clad manhood against my face. “Go on, boy, beg for that cock,” he exclaimed.
I was on autopilot and begged for his cock without hesitation. I was a straight man fascinated by his flesh. I couldn’t take my eyes off it and I’ve never wanted anything so badly. “Please let me suck your cock sir. Please, may I? Please sir, I need your cock inside me.”
I had no idea how things escalated so quickly. I bought a bathing suit on vacation after a business trip. I decided to stay a week after finishing a few meetings in the sleepy beach town. My wife was supposed to meet me but canceled at the last minute due to the flu. I reluctantly decided to stay as my reservations were non-refundable.
It was just before 6pm and most of the shops were closing. I went to a men’s underwear and swimwear store hoping to buy some quality board shorts. As I walked in, a muscular man in his low 40’s approached me and let me know the place was closing. I said I’d hurry up and just need a bathing suit for the beach tomorrow. He said “ok” and let me know he was about to lock the door so no one else would come in while he was closing. I thought nothing of it naively, but I later realized that this was all part of his plan to turn me into a cock-sucking thong boy.”
He told me to wait near the fitting room and he would bring some suits in my size. A few minutes later he came with some skimpy suits that weren’t what I was looking for. “Wow, no no no ,” I said… “I’m looking for a pair of shorts, I don’t wear them to the beach.” “It’s okay, relax,” he said. “These are only for under your shorts, put these on and I’ll come back with some shorts to wear over them.” Reluctantly I agreed and as he walked away I pulled my pants and shirt off the Gentleman, with me to come back a little more humble. As I waited, I realized I was enjoying the feel and look of the speedometer. I had never worn one before and found myself getting a little hard. The outline of my cock was visible and when the man came up he could see my embarrassed excitement.
“They look great, what do you think?” He said. They’re fine,” I said. Nervous and a little agitated, I wasn’t sure what to think or say. He said, “Try it on now.” Without hesitation, I took the black garment from him and “He went away again to give me some privacy. I changed into the black swimming trunks that he gave me after I finished the.” I took off my white speedo I was a little worried as I left a small stain that was clearly visible As soon as I took off the black one I realized it was a thong I took a deep breath when I realized it was was a thong! The back thong strap gripped my hole and felt snug against my backside. I was shaking with nervousness and before I could pull the straps down to remove the garment,” the man rounded the corner, scaring me made. When I saw it, I panicked and let go of the side straps. SNAP! Both thong straps slapped against my hips as the front pouch encircled my hardening cock.
“Wow, that looks great on you, boy,” the man said firmly. I was so nervous I didn’t even realize he was calling me boy. I didn’t even seem to care that he didn’t have my board shorts like he promised. He came over to me so quickly I didn’t have time to react. I stood frozen as he felt my bulge and adjusted the side straps to make sure everything fit properly. “Turn around boy, let me see that ass,” he said in a dominating tone. I obeyed and turned around so he could easily see my thong strapped ass. “That’s a good boy,” he said. “Do you like that thong?” “No, ” I said. I couldn’t get anything else out. I couldn’t believe I let the man talk to me like that and that I was so complicit in showing him my thong covered ass. He realized I was lying and told me to call him Sir or Daddy from now on. He asked me if I liked the thong again and I mumbled, “Yes daddy.” “That’s right boy, I could tell you liked it since I can see your cock getting hard,” said he as he grabbed my rock hard cock in his right hand. He held it tight and told me I was going to be his little cocksucker tonight. “No sir, I can’t. I’m married! I’m straight!” I shouted. He didn’t let go of my cock and pulled it closer to him in a very controlling manner.
The man laughed and said, “Hetero! You’re rock hard when you’re wearing a skimpy black thong and you’ll get on your knees and take my cock down your throat. You are not straight! Now…are you going to be a good boy and follow daddy’s orders?”
It was at that moment that I realized he was right and had total control over me. I would obey orders and take his cock like a good boy. “Yes sir,” I said confidently. “That’s a good boy. Now get on your knees you little cocksucker and pull my shorts down.”
I obeyed his orders and fell to my knees. Since the dressing room had so many mirrors, he could see everything from every angle. He wanted to see me work his cock from every angle, clad in nothing but the skimpy thong he made me wear. I pulled down his shorts and tossed them aside. That’s when I realized I was about to suck my first cock. I never thought I would get into this situation and I never thought I would be so hungry for it. I was dripping precum and could explode just thinking about his cock in my mouth. I stared at his whistle wrapped in a sexy yellow speedometer. It shone against his tanned, muscular body.
This is where I start begging to suck the man’s cock on his command . “Please daddy, give me your nice cock. I need it.” He smacked me in the face with his bump and made me lick the front of his pouch until it was rock hard. He was well hung and his precum was seeping through his suit. I got my first taste of cum through his speedo and I loved it. i wanted more
I slowly pulled his whistle out of his trunks and couldn’t believe how aroused I was. Once again he reminded me how straight I really was. “Straight? Huh boy? From the look of your rock hard cock in that skimpy thong with my cock about to enter your wet lips, you don’t look very straight. Are you sure you’re straight, or are you you my obedient thong-wearing cock whore?” “I’m your thong cock whore, sir.” “Good little bitch,” he replied. “Now take my cock down your throat and let me use your mouth.”
It was almost too easy the way my lips wrapped around his thick cock. At first I wasn’t sure if I would know what to do or if I could fit it all in, but with his hand guiding me vigorously around his cock I didn’t have much of a choice. I gagged a little the further I threw myself on his cock. The more I sucked, the more precum flowed out of my penis. I thought I could cum if I sucked him. My body spasmed and my eyes watered as I stroked him with both hands and continued to worship his heavy flesh. He kept reminding me that I was a good cocksucker while humiliating me a little, which turned me on even more.
“Wow you’re good at that boy are you sure you’ve never done this before?” I took his 8 inches out of my mouth, spit and cum dripping onto my face and looked up making eye contact with him. “No dad, this is my first cock.” “Well I can promise this won’t be your last little bitch. I will take care of that. Now get back on that cock and keep sucking you little fag. I’ll cum all over your face and soon down your throat.” I swallowed him deeply again as he pressed my head onto his wet cock. Gagging, I pulled him out to catch my breath. My face and his cock were covered in cum and spit soaked.
I never thought I would be so good at it. I love blowjob porn and seeing all these women sucking huge cocks must have been enough education for me to thrive in my new calling. I used both hands, licking his balls, treating his cock like I’d been a cheap whore all my life. He used me verbally and occasionally slapped my thong covered ass. He had a great view as the dressing room was surrounded by mirrors. He had a perfect view of my thong covered ass, he could see his cock deep in my mouth from above and he could see a little thong slut from both side mirrors slurping and taking his cock.
I could feel him ready to explode so I stroked him faster. My hands gripped his hips and butt as I prepared for his semen, and I swallowed his entire cock as he slammed my head until my lips cupped the base of his penis. I felt a thick, hot strand of cum squirt down my throat and straight into my stomach. He quickly pulled my face away while I gasped as the rest of his cum covered my entire face. He whipped 6 large pumps of cum onto my forehead, lips and chin. I fell off my knees back into a sitting position on my butt. I sat confused, splattered with cum. I was still gasping when he ordered me to eat the cum dripping off my face and clean the cum off his cock. I agreed, wiped my face and swallowed the leftovers. I licked the remaining cum off his rod and sucked the last bit of juice out of his tip as he shivered before pushing me back to the floor.
The man grabbed the side of my face and asked me to look at him. I looked up and he said, “That’s a good boy. You did well today. “Yes, sir. I am,” I replied.
He walked away and left me confused about what had just happened. He came back and gave me a small bag and told me to open it when I get back to my hotel. He tossed me my shorts, unlocked the door and motioned for me to leave. I hadn’t even had a chance to clean up. I left the building for tomorrow with no board shorts and I was wearing my cum soaked black thong under my clothes and I had a pile of dried cum on my face when I left the store. I didn’t even know the man’s name , but I let him face fuck me like I was a porn star auditioning for a blowjob video contract. A bunch of emotions and thoughts filled my head as I walked back to my hotel. I felt guilty and was still a little aroused because he wouldn’t make me cum after I gave him head. When I got back to my hotel room, I remembered the bag he gave me. It had a note that read:
“6400 Ocean View Road. Be here by 3:00 p.m. tomorrow. The gifts inside will help you prepare.”
Confused and interested, I grabbed the items from the bag. Inside was a butt plug and a bottle of anal lube. At first I thought there was no way I would be using this and highly unlikely that I would be going to his house tomorrow at 3:00am.
I stripped down to my tight black thong and lay down on the hotel bed. I jerked my cock while fantasizing about the experience I just had with this man at the store. I shot a charge so big it covered my chest and even hit part of my chin it was so strong. I undressed and took a long shower to get the dried cum off my face and gather myself before dinner and bed.
TBC…
My cell phone rang so I picked it up. It wasn’t a number I knew . “Hey you, this is Luke. Remember me?’ The voice on the other end was deep and sexy. I remembered well. Still, it was only two days.
There I innocently minded my own business, meeting my friends for a week-long drink and a game of pool. Then there he was, the barman. I know, I know, it’s such a cliché to go home with the barman, but I was a sucker for those big brown eyes, literally as it turns out!
He wasn’t my usual type at all. I usually go with guys who are a few years older than myself, 28. I like to experience them. This guy looked more in his twenties than 30. However, he kept trying to speak to me. I told him he was too young to know what to do with me. He told me that if I took him home, he would know exactly what to do with me. Well, I had to take him home then, didn’t I? Just to see if he kept his word. He was, in fact, he was better and he was beautiful, all muscles and big brown eyes.
‘Of course I remember.’ I answered. “I’m not such a slut. What do you want?’ I asked sarcastically, as if I didn’t know what he was up to.
‘What are you doing tonight?’ He asked.
‘Go to the gym.’ I answered. I didn’t want to seem too eager, although I felt my cock start to stiffen at the sound of his voice. ‘Anyway, my ass is still sore from the other night.’
“I’m sorry, Robert.” He replied, trying to sound sincere, although I could hear the amusement in his voice. “Why don’t I come over after the gym and give it a better kiss.” Oh my. I didn’t want to say no to that.
“Come by around 9 p.m. then. By then I’ll be home and have had time to shower.” I said.
‘Why don’t I come by at 8:45 and shower with you.’ He answered. I’d love to lather you up.”
‘Cheeky.’ I replied, ‘Okay. 8:45 it is.’ I hung up the phone and wondered how I was going to manage to work the rest of the day with a raging boner without any of my co-workers seeing it. Luckily I didn’t have a very busy day, so I spent most of my time at my desk instead of walking around the office trying to think unsexy thoughts about rocks and things.
I got home from the gym around 8:15 am. I didn’t want to be all dirty and sweaty when Luke showed up, so I jumped in the shower and had just dried my hair when the doorbell rang. I went downstairs and there he was wearing black jeans and a black sweater. He smelled like Homme aftershave. This scent drives me crazy. What I would like to do with David Beckham! (But this is another story.)
“Have you showered yet?” He asked.
“No,” I lied. I thought maybe he wouldn’t be so keen on lathering me up if I told him I’d just got out of the shower.
“Then you better get yourself cleaned up.” He said. Then he kissed me. I held him tight and ran my fingers through his dark hair as our intertwined tongues sent electrical sparks through my body.
I couldn’t wait to get him in the shower. I took his hand and led him upstairs. Once in the bathroom, we quickly went topless and started kissing again. He kissed my lips and then came downstairs and planted butterfly kisses all over my neck. I could feel a chill run down my spine and my cock began to harden. I felt for his zipper and pulled down his pants. He did that to me too. We both kicked off our shoes and stepped into the shower completely naked.
As the warm water tumbled down on us, I grabbed the shower gel and poured some into my palm. I then wrapped my hand around his cock, which was now satisfyingly hard, and began tugging gently, using the shower gel as a lube. With my other hand I reached under his cock and caressed his clean-shaven balls. He let out a soft groan and leaned against the tiles, reaching out to play with my erect nipple. I could feel him tugging and it sent a warm sensation through my stomach to my cock, which was getting stiffer by the minute.
I knelt in front of his big, thick cock and started licking his bulbous head , savoring the taste and enjoying the moaning sounds coming from Luke, who was obviously enjoying himself as much as I did. I continued to move my lips down his cock until I could feel it in the back of my throat. I relaxed here and moved my head back to the top, using my mouth to gratify his deepest needs. I felt him grab the back of my head and he began to move his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth.
I was so turned on by this that I started playing with my own tool, which by now was rock solid and desperate for release. Luke saw me touch myself and said, “Don’t you dare make yourself cum just yet. I have other plans for you.” I wasn’t happy about that as I wanted to cum my load right away but I figured he might have something better in mind for me so I focused on his cock for a while, licking and sucked and played with his tight cum makers.
After a few minutes he shoved his cock right down my throat, almost choking me and said, “Fuck…yeah baby.” I could feel his salty cum filling my mouth as he did so and he thrust his hips back and forth while covering my tonsils in his hot, creamy load. I gulped down the amount greedily and was amazed at how good it tasted.
‘Look at me.’ he said when he had caught his breath. “I’m having all the fun and I haven’t even cleaned you up yet.”
“Then make it up to me.” I replied, pretending to pout.
‘I shall.’ he said and then reached for the shower gel. He poured it all over me and then foamed it up, paying a lot of attention to my inner thighs but never quite reaching my cock or balls, taking his hand away if he got too close. I desperately wanted to feel the warmth of his hand tugging at my swollen cock. ‘Touch me.’ i begged
‘Turn around.’ He said to guide me until I turned my back on him. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, kissing my neck. “Is your ass still sore from last night?” He asked.
‘Oh yeah.’ I answered, determined to play it.
“Let’s see what we can do about it then.” He answered. I felt him fall to his knees behind me. His hands found my ass cheeks and started toying with parting them so he could see my most intimate parts. He kissed and bit my cheeks, making me moan with an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure. Next I felt his tongue on my tight rosebud. I leaned forward slightly to give him better access. He licked my closed sphincter a few times and pushed against the hole until his tongue found access to my pleasure tunnel. It felt incredible. I was so aroused that I could hardly stop myself from cumming , but I forced myself to hold myself back as I wanted to experience as much of this amazing feeling as possible. I pressed myself against the tiles and bent even further to expose myself even more so he could eat as much of my ass as he wanted.
Luke wrapped his hand around my waist until he found my cock and played with it while his tongue explored my tight hole. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock exploded with cum and I squirted multiple times in the warm, soapy water, watching it swirl through the drain hole.
After emptying me of as much cum as he could, Luke suggested we get out of the shower. We dried each other off and went into the bedroom.
We lay naked and cuddled together on the bed and watched TV for about an hour until I felt horny again as Luke’s sexy body was wrapped around mine. I moved my hand from his chest and started rubbing my hand down his hips and stomach just above his cock. He watched me for a few minutes and then took my hand and wrapped it around his balls. Oh good I thought. Game time again. I kissed him and ran my other hand over his body, feeling his cock hard on me. I ran my fingers up and down making him moan with pleasure. He returned the favor .
My cock was now swollen and throbbing under his touch. But this time I wanted something more. I wanted to feel him moving his cock in and out of my tight asshole. I feel filled with his huge manhood. I reached over and opened the drawer by my bed and pulled out a large bottle of lube. I squirted a large glob into my hand and started massaging it up his shaft, which was now rock hard.
Luke smiled at me. ‘I know what you want, you dirty boy.’ He said. He pushed me onto my back and bent my legs up towards my body so he could get easy access to my ass . He grabbed the bottle of lube from me and I heard him squeeze it. Next I felt the cold gel against my ass and Luke’s fingers massaged the lube around my tight hole and up my tunnel. I moaned with excitement. “Oh yeah, that feels good,” I told him.
Luke took his big cock in his hand and knelt over me, forcing my legs higher and pressing his cock against my entrance. “Tell me what to do.” he asked, pretending to be innocent.
‘Your big fat cock right in my shithole.’ I answered without stopping. I wanted him so bad now. I spread my ass with my hands to make it easier for him to penetrate me.
‘You got it, lover boy.’ He said. I gasped as the tip of his cock burned through my tight ring. It was gentle on me at first, slowly sliding inch by inch into my gut. I felt my ass stretch around his cock as he slowly filled me with his hot rod. He filled me up to the max and then stayed where he barely moved to let me get used to the feeling. I let ass relax around him. He slowly began to rock back and forth, filling me with his cock and then withdrawing almost completely over and over again, making me moan in pleasure.
By this point I was so aroused that I grabbed my own cock and started stroking it firmly. Luke looked at what I was doing to myself. ‘Oh yeah. Baby, I just love watching you do it.’ He said and pushed harder into me now with long, deep thrusts. I was really relaxed now and loved the feeling of having my ass fucked and the warmth it created between us.
“Hard sexy, fuck me nice and hard,” I begged. He now obliged me to hit like mad. His tight balls slammed against me as I grabbed his buttocks with one hand and pushed him into me as deep as I could. With the other hand, I jerked off hard and felt the pressure build as I neared orgasm, moaning loudly as I did so.
‘That’s it babe. Come for me. Let me watch you cum all over you while I fuck your ass .’ said Luke. A few more strokes and I did just that, covering my chest in hot, sticky cum. “Oh yeah, did that feel good baby?” He asked me looking at my cum covered chest. I nodded. He grabbed my hips and brutally pumped my ass , causing his own orgasm. I felt him shoot his load deep into my ass in several warm spurts.
He fell silent and leaned in to kiss me. I could feel his cock beginning to empty inside me. Luke moved his lips down my body and across my chest, licking the cum off me and cleaning me up. As he moved his lips back up to mine, I could see that his mouth was full and he hadn’t swallowed any of the man juice he had taken from me. He kissed me and I could taste the sweet saltiness of my own cum as he shoved it into my mouth. It tasted good, if I may say so myself. I swallowed everything he gave me. I enjoy the taste and feel of Luke’s sharp tongue in my mouth.
Once we’d both swallowed our loads, we snuggled up next to each other and I fell asleep, exhausted and content.
Bill and I went bar hopping last Friday night and had a good time with some girls, although nothing sexual took place other than a bit of mutual feeling at an isolated table. Realizing that the pubs were starting to thin out and we weren’t that good at getting some late night female action, we decided to call it quits.
We went back to Bill’s apartment where I had parked my car. Bill said, “I think you’re a bit on the impoverished side, Les. You can sleep here with me if you want.” So I accepted his offer.
Once inside, I took off my shirt because it was very hot in the apartment. I sat on the couch and took off my shoes. “I’m going to take a quick shower, Les. Help yourself to a beer in the fridge.”
I got myself a beer and went back into the living room; and instead of going back to the couch i sat on a low stool and opened his laptop to check some sports scores and when i did i was quite surprised. On the screen was a picture of two trannies playing with each other. It was pretty erotic. I redirected to a few more pictures and enjoyed the pictures I saw as Bill came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. (He wasn’t kidding when he said he was taking a quick shower.)
I couldn’t switch screens fast enough to avoid getting caught looking at his images. “Hey, I see you found my sissy boys. Pretty hot, huh. There are some really nice ones there.” He came up behind me and leaned forward to go back to a certain photo. He would go around several pages commenting on the size of their tits or their cocks. I knew he was getting hard because I could feel his cock against my back.
He leaned into me pretty tight and asked, “What do you think, Les? do they do something for you I love this website because it has some of the most beautiful bodies on the internet.”
Standing behind me, he placed his hands on my bare shoulders and massaged me lightly. I didn’t mind because I got pretty horny looking at the tits and cocks . Bill moved his hands more frequently, up and down my biceps, then to my chest, moving them lightly over my nipples. I didn’t say anything or try to stop him because it actually felt good , but the best was yet to come. Somehow he was able to loosen his towel and I could now feel his bare cock on my bare back and he was gently moving his body up and down and back and forth.
“Wow, look at that. I don’t know how he could take that big cock down his throat as deep as he did. Could you have just half of this, Les? Have you ever blown a guy before?” he asked.
“Yes, in high school. How about you?” I asked.
“Well I have a regular sucking buddy who I have a great time with, although we both fuck girls regularly. I won’t tell you his name now, but you know him pretty well. I see that you get quite a hard-on . Is it the pictures or is it that you feel my cock on your back?”
“I think it’s a bit of both. I like these pictures and I like the feel of your cock on my bare skin.”
As I said this, he leaned all over me and forced his hands down the front of my jeans to get at my cock. I could feel his cock next to my face. I reached up and felt it and turned my head to the side and his cock accidentally touched my lips so I just stuck my tongue out and licked the end of his cock.
“Want to suck me off, Les?” he asked.
I replied: “Yes, under two conditions. First, that no one will ever know, and second, that you’re going to suck me off too.”
” Yes and yes,” he said. “I’d like to suck you off. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
I told him I wanted to take a quick shower first so I would be as clean to him as he was to me. He leaned towards my ear and said softly, “I really want to be your cocksucker. I want to feel it deep in my throat as I play with your ass and balls; and since your ass will be nice and clean, you really want to suck it too. Are you ready for this?”
I replied, “Fuck, yes. Let’s go. I can’t wait to taste your cock, your ass, your cum.”
I took a shower and focused on my genitals and ass. I figured if we were going to play there the playground should be clean. I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to find him lying on his back stroking his cock.
” Shit , what a big cock and it looks so good, but I don’t think I can handle it. Bill, I haven’t done this since high school, and if I don’t blow you first, I might cum.” also.” fast and may not recover fast enough to return the favor. So let me suck you one first. How do you like it – standing up or on the bed?”
Bill chose standing, and that was good for me because when I sat on the edge of the bed, his size brought his cock right up to mouth level. I took his cock in both hands and started jerking him off, allowing Previn to ooze out for me to lick clean. It tasted good so I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. I enjoyed that sooo much.
Bill took my head in his hands and held it while he literally fucked my mouth , each stroke pushing his cock further down my throat. “Suck me. Suck me hard you cocksucker. Take it all. Suck me you fucking fable. Eat me, my little cock whore . play with my ass You’re such a good cocksucker.”
I got so turned on by his dirty talk and trash talk. I loved being face fucked like that. I reached behind him and held his butt; and although I could only get part of my finger in, I finger fucked him while he made me choke from driving his cock in my mouth so hard and forcefully, but I learned to pull my head back for some air to get.
“I will come,” he says. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and let him squirt a squirt or two in my face, then put his cock back in my mouth and sucked it and jerked it off and I could actually feel shots of cum hitting the inside of my mouth. Damn I loved it.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and bent down and licked his own cum off my face. To my surprise, he kissed me and let his tongue encircle mine. I never, ever thought I would kiss another man, but I found myself passionately kissing him back. I was hooked. I didn’t want to stop sucking him all over.
“Now it’s my turn. I can’t wait to fuck you , Les. Are you ready for this?” he asked.
“No, not tonight, Bill. I have never done this and your cock is so big. Maybe another time, okay?”
“Yeah sure, but lie on your stomach. I have a treat for you.”
I lay on my stomach and he pulled me to the edge of the bed. He kissed my ass cheeks while slipping a hand under me to play with my cock. Then I felt his mouth slit open on my ass as he pursed his lips to suck my ass – he was actually sucking my ass. Nobody had ever done that. While he was sucking me and playing with me at the same time, I told him I was coming.
He told me to turn on my back and he stroked me until my cum shot up my stomach, chest and face and he leaned down to suck me off completely. When he knew I was out of semen, he scooped some semen from my stomach and chest and ate it. Then he used his index finger to wipe it off my face and put it in my mouth. That was the very first time I ate my own sperm, although I’ve thought about it. From now on you know what I do with my cum after jerking off.
By this point we were both exhausted and took a shower to clean ourselves up before going to sleep. Needless to say, we played together there. Eventually he stood behind me and told me to spread my legs. He stuck his cock between my legs but I told him he couldn’t fuck me . He said he wouldn’t do it, just simulate it without penetrating my anus. He slid his cock in and out while reaching forward and stroking my cock. It was so damn hot and felt so good that we both came at almost the same time.
We lathered each other up for a final cleanse. When he turned around so I could lather his ass, he asked me to fuck him , but I didn’t want to. But I just couldn’t resist. I dropped to my knees and sucked on his ass, sticking my tongue right up his anus a couple of times. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
Aside from waking him up with his lips around my cock and a finger up my ass, we didn’t do anything else that day. As we got to the door, he said, “You’re going to be a great suckling buddy, Les. Maybe we’ll be fuck buddies soon too. What do you think?”
“I really hope so. That was the best sex session I’ve ever had. Next time I’ll let you fuck my ass and I’ll try to do it for you, but you have to let me act out a fantasy.”
What’s your fantasy?” he asked
“Let’s just say it involves a shower, one person stands up while the other kneels or sits down. It’s a golden experience, mate.”
“Do you mean that seriously?? You want to do the golden shower with me?? I really wanted to do this with someone. I can’t believe we’re gonna make it. Just think of all the fun you and I have been missing. You’re a damn hot old man.”
I pulled into him and kissed him while holding his cock. I said, “I want more and more of this.”. He replied, “Like a threesome?”
All I could say was, “We’ll talk.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow night. Don’t forget to bring condoms.”
This is a true story.
Last year I was in Europe on business. I had a weekend off there and had a recommendation from a friend who had been there to visit a sauna. Nothing shabby you understand; It was sort of an upscale spa place with saunas, pools, steam rooms, massages and so on. I had never been to a place like this and I was getting bored so I figured it would be fun.
It was a Saturday evening in winter and very cold. There was snow on the ground and I was wrapped in many layers as I caught the bus from my accommodation on the other side of town. A short walk from the station I found the place – a small door with a bright sign above it, wedged between two fashion boutiques. I went in and up the stairs to a small reception desk with a friendly looking woman in her fifties. She started talking to me in Swedish and I used the only Swedish I know to tell her that I had no idea what she was saying. Unfortunately she didn’t speak English but I could tell it was around $50 to enter so I paid and was given a towel and was ushered through a door into the men’s locker room.
There I put on the shorts I had brought with me, locked my clothes and put the key around my wrist. With the towel draped over my arm, I walked up a few more steps and into the main room. It was a really nice spot on top of the building; There was a curved pool dominating the space, two saunas and a steam room to one side, a small restaurant in the corner, and plants everywhere. However, what struck me the most was that almost everyone was completely naked except for me. There were slightly more men than women, but people of all ages and shapes walking around totally happy. Some carried towels between the different rooms, but when they were in the sauna or pool or on a tanning bed, they stripped completely, regardless of who saw them.
When I saw this, I had to admit that I started to stiffen slightly. I stiffen now just remembering it. I thought for a moment and then returned to the dressing room. Reminding myself that I was in a strange city where no one knew me and where that seemed to be the norm, I took off my swim shorts and put them in my locker with the rest of my clothes. As I walked upstairs with my towel around my waist, I took in the whole scene. All around me were naked men and women: some slim, some young, some older and taller, all beautiful in their own way. Afraid of being caught gawking, I made my way to one of the saunas.
I walked in, closed the door behind me and looked around. On either side of the room were three rows of wooden seating facing a narrow crack, with the door at one end and the coals at the other. The left side was empty so I made my way up. I removed my towel and placed it on the bench and sat on it. Like everyone around me, I was completely naked now. Sweat began to form in tiny droplets on my skin – in the sauna it was easy to attribute to the heat, but part of it was the result of sheer excitement.
Three people sat across from me. A man sat in the bottom seat, leaning against the row behind. He was of medium height and must have been around 40. His 5 inch penis rested limp on one side on his left thigh. His eyes were closed as he soaked up the heat and I just enjoyed watching him for a moment.
Behind him were a man and woman, clearly a couple and both in their late 20s. He was sitting sideways on the middle tier, with his back to the wall and his feet on the bench. His right arm rested on the third level, gently massaging one of his partner’s toes. She lay flat on her back across the whole bench. I couldn’t see much of the man from the angle he was seated, but he was young, with dark hair and a muscular build. His partner was also well trained: My eyes wandered over her stretched out body and took in everything. She had quite a pretty face with chestnut brown hair that was not quite shoulder length. I remember the taut skin of her abdomen over her abs and the way her chest and small breasts slowly rose and fell as she inhaled the hot air. Her pussy was trimmed very neatly with a thin line running under her legs.
I watched this woman happily for a few moments and gradually became more and more aroused. My penis got thicker and swelled slightly the more aroused I got, but the thought of getting caught kept me from becoming obviously erect. Unfortunately my time in the sauna was interrupted by a group of men coming in. They said something in gruff Russian which made my 3 companions collect their towels and leave. When I saw the slim woman sit up straight, run her fingers through her damp hair and climb down the benches, I grabbed my own towel and went back outside.
I had a feeling this would be a good time to cool off, literally, so I took the opportunity to swim. I put my towel on an empty lounger, jumped in the pool and started swimming around. The feel of the water around my bare genitals was exhilarating – I suddenly realized it was my first time swimming naked and it was immensely liberating! I stayed in the pool for a good 30 minutes just enjoying the sensation and the sights around me.
Stepping out of the pool, I dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist and ventured outside into a steam room. I entered and sat in the middle of the bench on the left. A dark-haired, fit man in his forties started talking to me in Swedish. “Sorry, I don’t speak Swedish,” I replied.
“Oh that’s fine, I speak English. I just wanted to say you shouldn’t wear your towel in here as the steam will rise to the ceiling and then it will rain and your towel will get very wet.” In my rush to get out of the cold, I hadn’t even realized I was still wearing my towel. I looked around and through the steam I could see 5 or 6 other people, all naked. I thanked the man, took my towel outside and hung it on a hook. I then returned and sat down again.
There appeared to be about 6 men in this room. Two to my right including the man who had spoken to me, one to my left facing me with his feet on the bench and a couple I could barely see through the steam on the other side of the room. Disappointed that there were no women, I decided to just enjoy the vapor as it was. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees with my head down, and sucked in the steam.
I sat like that for about five minutes and caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Not wanting to look directly, I leaned back a bit to see what was happening. The man on my right, who had spoken to me earlier, was holding his semi-erect cock in his right hand and slowly jerking it up and down without shame. He seemed to be looking slyly at my crotch. As I sat back he accelerated slightly, perhaps knowing I’d spotted him and enjoyed it. I froze – I had never been in a situation like this before and had no idea what to do. At the same time, I made no attempt to walk and realized that my cock had started to stiffen. This surprised me and made me even more nervous for fear that someone might see my erection.
I leaned forward again to try to hide it, but the man didn’t change his movement. At that moment the door opened. His hand stopped and he leaned forward a little. Two girls came in giggling and in bikinis. They must have been around 19 and were both petite, round, pretty and clearly nervously excited. They sat on the opposite bench and chatted quietly to each other. After a moment, the man leaned back and started stroking again. This time there was a new strength and he began panting slightly, making no attempt to hide his excitement. The girls across the street soon realized this, and the tone of their conversation changed. I couldn’t understand the language, but it was clear that the girl in the yellow bikini was intrigued, if a little uncomfortable, by what she was seeing while her friend in black acted like a giggling schoolgirl. She wanted to leave and managed to drag her reluctant friend with her. The girl in yellow kept eye contact with the man the whole way out.
The presence of the girls and the situation in the steam room made me more and more excited and it became difficult to hide. My heart was beating so hard I was worried someone would hear it, and my penis was almost fully erect now. I’m writing this now, struggling through my jeans and pressing the bottom of my laptop. Pushing it back down and circling, getting harder and wishing I’d told you personally. As I contemplated leaving and risking being seen, I noticed that the man on my left was also masturbating with his feet towards me while he was watching the man on my right. It quickly became clear what he was observing when I noticed that the man at the other end of the bench had leaned over and took the wanking man’s penis in his mouth and gave him a powerful blowjob.
There was no pretense in the room and I no longer tried to hide the fact that I too was watching the activity and that although my penis hadn’t been touched yet it was aching to be relieved. I leaned back to get a better look at the blowjob. My erect penis stood erect, proclaiming to everyone that I wasn’t shy anymore either. Watching closely as the penis disappeared into another man’s mouth, I grabbed my shaft with my right hand and began to gently stroke up and down. The man receiving the blowjob was watching and that turned me on even more. The feeling of being completely naked in a room full of other completely naked men and touching myself while they watched was one of the most erotic feelings I have ever experienced. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but it seemed that most of the room was also nearing their climax.
I heard a grunt from the left and turned to see the man there, head back and eyes closed, shooting a gush of cum against his chest and stomach. Another followed, and another. He slowed, finally coming to a stop and exhaling slowly. He looked down at his chest and then over at me. I gaped, my mouth slightly open and my hand still firmly on my penis. He smiled slightly, then got up and left. I wondered if he was walking back to the showers like this for others to see or if he was wiping himself off with his towel. In any case, it really brought me to the edge.
I turned back to the men on my right. The one who gave the blowjob now also got a hand job at the same time . Seeing this live and right next to me was too much – realizing I had passed the point of no return and accelerating, running my fingers quickly back and forth across the end of my cock, foreskin sliding up and down over my enlarged head . Next to me, the partners stopped and both sat up, looking at each other and grabbing their own cocks as they both approached their own orgasms. Watching two other men having fun and drowning in the sheer overwhelming eroticism of the moment, I came. The sensation pulsed from the end of my cock right through my entire body, making me sit back and breathe deeply. I noticed that my cum landed mostly in my hand, but also on my thighs and the floor. Both men were watching me now, twitching their tails at lightning speed.
Now feeling the urge to leave, I smiled at her and raised my hand to my mouth, licking a small amount of cum from the tip of one finger. The man closest to me widened his eyes and said something unintelligible while gritting his teeth and jerking his cock even harder. I got up and left her and went to this shower.
…
I took a long shower and replayed everything that had just happened in my head. Was it wrong? Did I just do something I would regret? My body answered my own question as I re-erected and brought myself to another orgasm, reliving the events of moments before.
I’d love to do an Australian Crawl.” Stan laughed heartily and confirmed an empty glass in the bar. While he was gone, Keith in turn confirmed that his own beer glass had miraculously filled itself. He did. I have no great doubt that Stan tried to get him drunk so Keith would go in the back room with him. The burly bartender had been keeping him in check for some time. However, Keith had to admit that he came back because he was getting a lot of free beer – and also because he was getting closer to Stan.
It wasn’t that Stan looked bad in a big bruise sort of way that got boxed a little too much. And it wasn’t because he was old. He probably wasn’t more than forty and obviously still went to the gym, although the bartender gave him a bit of a belly. It was more because Keith heard Stan fucking a little rough. Keith didn’t mind getting fucked; he just didn’t like being abused that much – or so he thought. He’d shied away from it enough to only know it as a concept.
“And I kind of like the soulful sound of it,” Stan said. He was back and looking Keith straight in the eye, catching the younger man’s attention while deftly refilling Keith’s beer. “The backstroke. The breaststroke—especially like that. The sidestroke. That’s not bad either. And the butterfly. They have an interesting fuck position called butterfly in this artful Indian shit – camera appropriate or something “. Have you ever tried that ? Have you ever thought of trying that ? Well, the free style, that would really be something to start with ; I wrestled semi-pro in my day – maybe some scuba diving, you know?”
He laughed and went back to serve another customer. But Keith knew he would come back. So Stan moved to a more direct proposition. And Keith knew Stan had asked about him and knew he’d taken a dick. So Stan’s suggestions weren’t very subtle when he came to them.
They had talked about swimming and who had swimming lessons at the bar and who didn’t. Turns out only Keith had done this. Also, he had made the mistake of saying that he went swimming at Larson’s pond most Saturday afternoons during the summer. Larson was a rich guy who loved both nudism and gay sex. He had opened up his pond for nude sunbathing and anything else boys wanted to do during the summer months. All you had to do to get an invite was either let Larson fuck you or, if you were also a top, bring Larson someone to fuck.
The latter had happened to Keith. Chris, who Keith had been living with at the time but didn’t realize liked to fuck around, wanted access to Larson’s beach. He’d taken Keith to the beach and handed him over to Larson while he cruised with the other guys. Larson had fucked Keith silly for almost three hours. Angered at being used like this by Chris, Keith gave him the goal, but he’d enjoyed Larson’s cocking enough that he kept coming down to the beach and letting him finish him off whenever he wanted. However, Larson liked fresh meat and had access to it at all times, so he didn’t bother Keith too much.
It was a good routine for Keith. Of course, it would be over by summer’s end, as Larson then closed his beach house and returned to town. But summer was all about “what the heck,” Keith would start worrying about in September.
Stan was back, standing in front of Keith and leaning into him. They could easily have kissed if Keith wanted to – and he figured Stan probably wanted that. But Keith didn’t get the hint. “Wouldn’t mind getting lessons like that down by Larson’s pond. Especially if you were the one teaching me. What do you say when I get home from work we trot on down there and you can teach me a few strokes and I’ll teach you the butterfly – you know the Indian one?” He leaned across the bar to Keith and grinned lewdly to smack the band.
“Uh, I don’t teach swimming, Stan. I can hardly remember which stroke I use when swimming. And right now I have a place I need to be. Excuse me but …”
A strong hand shot across the bar and grabbed Keith’s forearm. Before that, Keith was a bit scared. Stan was quite a bruise and Keith was wary of being alone with him and in his grip. The grip didn’t quite hurt, but almost. Keith wondered if Stan could tell when he hurt a man. He looked down at the forearm. A colorful tattoo of some kind of dragon. Keith wondered if Stan had any other tattoos – and where. Keith got a little extra aroused by a man with tats. And he couldn’t say that Stan hadn’t aroused him. It just scared him a little.
“Come on, man. you know you want it And I know you do I don’t know the names of the strokes I use either, but I’m really good at stroking. I’ll meet you down by the swimming pond. I’ll teach you the butterfly. With this I can fuck you deep. Chris Tucker told me that deep diving makes you wild. And I got a cock ring. Have you ever been fucked with a cock ring?”
“I really have to be somewhere, Stan.” Keith managed to pull himself off the bar stool and out of Stan’s grasp. What he mainly thought was that he would love to beat Chris Tucker to a pulp.
“But you’re going to let me do it with you sometime, aren’t you?” asked Stan. There was an intense gleam in his eyes.
Keith trembled a little. He had thought about it and decided, yes, given the right circumstances, he would go with Stan just to see what it was like. At a party one night, one of his friends had chatted up the guys he was talking to about Stan’s cock ring and how different it felt. That was when Keith first came into the bar. So he couldn’t say he wasn’t interested. He’d wondered for weeks what it felt like to wear a cock ring.
“Yeah, sure, we can meet up sometime, Stan,” Keith said as he backed away from the bar and accepted the waves of goodbyes from a few other patrons, some of whom had struggled to almost get his ass as hard as Stan did had been. “Only that I have to be somewhere else now.”
As he left the bar, he tried to recall what he had told Stan about his visits to Larson’s Pond. He hadn’t actually told Stan when he usually went swimming there, had he?
* * * *
The sun was shining brightly on Saturday afternoon and Keith was outside on a blanket by Larson’s pond working on an all over tan. He had his Kindle and a good stash of GM action/adventure e-novels that he’d downloaded the night before, so he was ready for a while.
He wasn’t the only one there, and it wasn’t your typical Saturday crowd, but there was enough activity for him to occasionally look away from the Kindle and take in the action. Between fiction and reality, he managed to stay at least half as tough. He put off doing anything about it. He usually turned on for a while, jacked off, and then took a dip in the pond. If there was time, he would repeat the cycle. He liked his Saturday summer afternoons by the pond.
The action, now that he thought about it, was actually very little for a Saturday. On the sand below Larson’s vacation home, an area of the beach he had reserved for himself, Keith Larson could see his bare bottom between two bent brown legs. From the tightening and loosening and the back and forth movement of Larson’s buttocks and the way the feet rose and fell on the black’s legs on the sand, Keith could tell Larson was giving his usual good fuck. Keith didn’t mind Larson fucking him, though he spent a lot of time doing it and left a guy wiped out; so Keith kept the welcome sign up for his own pond visits.
Larson fucked deep. Chris wasn’t wrong about that; Keith liked that.
A little closer, on the same side of the pond where Keith was staked out, two college-type guys were playing a slow game of pass-the-beach-ball in the sand. Keith had seen these two at the beach before. They usually played around like this until someone they liked came along and then they shared it. And by shared, Keith meant he’d seen them do it a few times with a guy, two cocks in one hole. Keith had never done it like this before, and even though he thought about it, it scared him. He’d been pretty reserved with these guys and there were usually a lot more here on the beach when he saw them. He was usually just part of a crowd. If it seemed like they were targeting him, he’d look away or start a conversation with another guy. So far today only these guys and Keith have been here apart from Larson banging the guy on his own beach.
Keith was actually considering retiring for the day when he saw that no one else seemed to be showing up on the beach. He shuddered at the thought of those two working on him. They were both stallions and seemed about the same age, twenty or so, like Keith himself, but they were quite different in their physical perfection. The guy Keith called “Dick” was Nordic, blond, and hairless. He was rather small and compact, strongly muscular. Not thick, but solid and on the plump side when it comes to muscle. A rough, pretty face. A buzz cut for the hair. He was the boisterous one, all smiles and laughter and banter. Keith had noticed that when they focused on a boy, he was the one who took the lead to pique a boy’s interest. The name Dick, of course, came from what was between his legs. Average length but thick.
He contrasted with the other guy, whom Keith referred to as “Long.” He was more of the Mediterranean mafioso type. Dark and brooding. Beautiful in a dark, quiet, sensual, dangerous way. He was hairy to Thick’s smoothness , with intriguingly curly hair on his pecs and down his sternum to his bush. And also on his forearms and his legs. The hair on his head was curly and a lock almost fell over his eyes. He wore permanent five o’clock glasses, and Keith got the impression the guy probably had to shave three times a day to get it to the exact length. He was taller and thinner than Thick, but still well muscled, and he too got Keith’s name from what he wielded. Not thick but longer than average.
Keith was tempted to get fucked one by one, but he wasn’t entirely sure about the double stuff he’d seen them do.
And right now they were forcing him to make a decision about whether to pack up and go or stay and take his chances on maybe taking two cocks at once. He usually let someone fuck him here on Saturdays, but this double trade still made him insecure. Her game moved closer to him and the blonde smiled at him and worked to make contact. Keith had seen this before and knew they were walking towards a goal.
Keith was about to make a decision when he saw them both turn and look up at the wooden stairs that led down from the parking lot next to Larson’s clifftop summer house. He let his attention wander in that direction too – past the image of Larson, now lying on his back holding the waist of the young black man riding his cock – to the top of the stairs where a young Asian man – probably Indian – stood looking timidly down at the beach. He was wearing baggy swimming shorts and had a towel and what appeared to be a pair of armbands tucked under his arm.
After a few hesitant moments, he began to descend towards the beach. He wore flip-flops on thin, muscular legs. They had strength within themselves; they just looked sinewy. A soccer player, Keith thought.
The two hunks talked for a moment at a volume Keith could almost hear but not quite, and then after the blond gave Keith a wink and a “later” smile, they resumed their beach ball passing game and walked back along the beach and approached where the Indian spread his towel.
The newcomer was not tall. Certainly not as tall as Long; more the height of Thick. But he was even thinner than Long. However, Keith was thinking more wiry than skinny since the guy had really good muscle tone. He was simply willowy with long, thin legs with little flesh on the bones. He obviously hadn’t realized that this was a nudist beach, as he was wearing baggy swimming shorts, which emphasized the thinness of that body – and looked at the other guys, but then looked away, obviously slightly embarrassed.
He stood under his covers, nervously eyeing the water and letting his hands thrust and knead his inflated armbands as if he didn’t really know how to put them on. However, he had inflatable plastic things around his ankles, making him look like a lanky kid. Long had the beach ball and wanted to sit back on his towel, arms pressed to his knees, and watch Dick work.
Dick crept up to the Indian. “Are you going swimming with these things?” He pointed to the arm bands.
“I want to swim, yes,” the Indian replied in precise but slightly accented English. “But I’ve never lived near the ocean. I can not swim.”
“It’s not exactly the ocean,” Thick said with a big smile. “I think you’d have to come out halfway before you can’t touch the bottom. You don’t really need those wings.”
“I think I’d be scared without her. There could be deeper places. And I might not be able to levitate.”
“Yeah, you don’t look like you have an ounce of body fat on you and maybe you’re not a very good swimmer,” Thick said. “Nevertheless a nice body. But you’re wearing a suit. Do you know what kind of beach that is?”
The Indian shook his head back and forth in little jerks, which Keith could tell was confusing to Thick, but Keith knew it was an Indian gesture of “yes.” “Yes, I know. Mr. Larson invited me. He knows me.” Also, given the odd word order of his sentences, Thick probably couldn’t be sure that what he said actually meant what he said. But the way Thick’s body relaxed, Keith said that admission was all he needed to set his sights on the guy.
The mention of Larson caused both of them and Keith to look over at Larson’s private beach. He hugged the black man’s back tight against his chest, and while the black man was on his knees for a bit, Larson fucked his ass at a fast pace.
When the Indian looked at it too, the Indian’s face turned red, but he didn’t look away, nor did he pack up and leave the beach. Thick chose to take his words more confidently, gesturing in acknowledgment that the Indian knew what this beach was for – and that he’d taken tails.
Larson didn’t invite anyone to his beach that summer who didn’t give or take tails — and who didn’t take it from Larson when asked.
“Maybe you’d have enough confidence if you had a few swimming lessons,” Thick said.
“I thought about taking lessons, but I never had the time,” the Indian replied.
“Well, if you have time today, maybe my friend over there and I could teach you some basic techniques.” Thick drew the Indian’s attention to Long and smiled and waved, and Long raised his hand and made a minimal reply. Keith could see the Indian’s eyes slit as he saw Long sitting with his legs bent and crouching close enough to the towel that his tail head reached the towel and turned up, almost winking at the Indian.
Maybe the Indian isn’t as innocent as he seems, Keith thought.
“I think my friend and I could teach you some good punches,” Thick said. He had one arm around the Indian’s shoulders and they walked slowly toward the water. The armbands had fallen onto the sand next to the Indian’s towel. However, he still wore the bloated anklets. They were orange. Keith almost laughed.
Keith watched for a while as Thick and the Indian stood knee-deep in water and Thick showed the Indian how to position and move his arms in strokes. There was a lot of manual labor and Thick had gotten tough. The Indian couldn’t have overlooked that. Well, he’s on his own, Keith thought, turning back to his Kindle, rolling onto his stomach and looking away from the water, deciding it was time for some sun on your back.
As he lay back on his back and turned his attention away from the Kindle, he saw that Thick was in business. The Indian was floating on his back – his torso did indeed appear to be floating, but from Thick’s stance it was possible that Thick’s arms were under the Indian’s back, supporting him in the water. The Indian’s arms were stretched straight out from his side and they looked like they were floating. The Indian’s legs were spread and floating on the water – at least the inflated anklets looked enchanting. Thick was standing between the Indian’s thighs and it was fairly obvious from the ripple patterns in the water that Thick’s cock was buried in the Indian’s ass and that the blonde was pulling the Indian on and off his cock. What floated the best were the Indian’s baggy swim shorts. They floated all by themselves on the surface of the pond and to the side, staying afloat with the large air pocket inside them.
Keith wondered what stroke Thick had said to the Indian.
He caught a glimpse of movement up the beach and saw Long lazily unfold, stand, and saunter slowly toward the waterline. He was at least half hard. As he followed Long with his eyes, Keith’s attention shifted to Larson’s private beach. It was empty now except for a ruffled beach blanket. But up on the bluff on the porch of the house overlooking the water, Keith could see that Larson was sitting in a chair and the black man was on his lap, facing away from him and moving his hips up and down with the leverage on Larson’s cock feet. Larson had an arm around his waist and they both seemed to be watching what was going on in the pond while they lazily fucked.
Keith tore his attention away from this action and went back to his Kindle. He worried a little about the Indian, whether that was really what he came for or not, and whether he was getting involved with more than he expected, but Keith didn’t want to interfere. He really thought he should just get his blanket and go, but he still had a little more reading to do in this chapter. He got to the end of the chapter and it had one of those cliffhangers that annoyed him about what a character he liked would do to get out of trouble if he actually did, so Keith read on.
It was the sounds coming across the water that caught Keith’s attention and made him look up. The Indian was quite vocal. At first, Keith thought he was in trouble as he was using swear words that Keith didn’t think a Native American would even know. But as Keith paid more attention to the words, he realized the Indian was enjoying himself and most of what he wanted his tormentors to do to themselves, he wanted them to do to him.
The three were plastered in water, the surface level of which reached just below where the apparent action took place. The tableau was familiar to Keith. Long was behind the Indian, leaning back, arms crossed and hugging the Indian under his pecs. Keith had no doubt that Long had snaked his tail into the Indian’s canal. Dick was in a cast in front of the Indian and held up the Indian’s thin, long legs and spread him apart from his body. Dick ‘s buttocks rippled in the water behind him as he made long, slow strokes in the Indian’s channel on Long’s stationary cock. The Indian clasped the tips of Thick’s shoulder blades in his white-knuckled hands. His head was thrown back on Long’s shoulder and his mouth dropped open. He practically yodelled.
At the top of the bluff, the young black man’s back was arched to the porch floor, arms spread over his head on the porch. Larson grabbed his waist and pulled him onto his cock and back down.
Keith had enjoyed having Larson hold that position on him. With a sigh, he returned to his chapter in the Kindle. The character he identified with was trapped by the villain and fucked hard. Other members of the gang of villains gathered around them, watching and talking obnoxiously about what they would do when it was their turn. Keith’s hand went to his cock and cupped it. He squeezed her and rubbed his thumb across the pee slit. He could feel himself getting hard, cum welling up deep inside him.
He had no idea how much time had passed, but it was a shock when he felt a hand brush away the hand gripping his cock and felt the sensation of a warm and wet mouth coming over his cock and his hands clasped buttocks. He looked down his body and saw the blonde buzz cut. Dick sucked his cock. Thick’s hands slid up his torso and clutched his pecs .
The head Keith got was good right away. Really really good. There was no fight against it. He dropped his arms to the side and his Kindle sank into the sand beside him. Looking over and beyond, he saw Long and the Indian lying on Long’s blanket. The Indian was on his knees and elbows, his chest pressed into the blanket and his head turned to Keith, his eyes wide open. Long crouched over his hips and fed his cock into the Indian with long, deep thrusts.
Keith no longer watched the story or even read a story; he was part of history. At the top of the cliff, Larson and the black man were gone. Maybe into the house to rest and then start over. Keith had every reason to believe Larson could pet all day.
Moaning as Thick slid a rolled up towel under his back, rotated his pelvis up and began licking from his balls, down his perineum to his hole, Keith’s hands went back to his own cock. Arching his back, he groaned as Dick ‘s tongue thrust into his canal, moistening and opening it. One of Thick’s hands rummaged in a beach bag that lay on the side and came out with a small bottle of lube and a bundle of packets of condoms tied to a string. He raised the bundle in front of Keith’s eyes and let it open and fall.
Dick raised his head, smiled and whispered. “All of that. We saved you. By popular vote, this is your day.”
Keith groaned again. This was similar to what the villain had said in his novel as he tied the protagonist’s wrists to posts. “All of these,” the villain said, waving his hand in a gesture that grabbed all the drooling gang members bent over them, yanking their cocks.
Thick was crouching, lifting Keith’s pelvis to his and fucking Keith with quick, efficient strokes when the Indian came over and crouched next to Keith and gave him a look of sympathy or some kind of brotherhood. Long settled on his hips nearby and watched. The Indian took Keith’s cock in his hand and then leaned over and took it in his mouth. After a few minutes, which Keith sucked on as being very skillful, the Indian mumbled something to Thick, who got on his knees, bringing Keith’s back to the floor but not missing a stroke while stroking. The Indian rolled a condom over Keith’s cock; spread Keith’s stomach and looked at him; impaled himself on the hard cock; and rose and fell on the staff as he leaned forward, placing an arm under Keith’s neck, touching his cheek, lowering his forehead to Keith’s and staring intently into Keith’s eyes.
Keith, who had never been particularly fond of Indians, was embarrassed by this intimacy, and he would have flinched from the Indian as he began kissing him on his face – his cheeks, eyelids and ears – trying to moan disapproval if that the case was Indian reached the mouth, but he realized his tongue was being sucked into the Indian’s mouth, sucking there like it was a cock. The feeling was so sensual and so surprising that Keith’s hips jerked and he ejaculated into the Indian’s canal.
At some point during all of this, the thick tail was replaced with a long tail, and Keith realized there had been a changing of the guard. While Thick fucked in short, choppy thrusts, Long fucked in long, deep thrusts.
After Keith got into the Indian, Thick pulled him off Keith’s cock, swung the Indian around on his stomach, crawled a few feet away with him in tow, and started doggy-fucking him. Long was bent over Keith and looking into his eyes, giving him a dark, sensual half-smile as he petted him. He grabbed Keith’s knees with his hands, pushed them out and brought them back to the rhythm of the fuck. He then got back on his hips and pulled Keith’s buttocks onto his thighs, Keith’s torso streaming down in front of him. He reached deeper. Keith groaned and crossed his legs behind Long’s back, holding him as deep as he could.
The deep fuck. What he melted into was the deep fuck.
Keith looked over at the wooden steps to the parking lot. Larson and the black man, still naked, stood at the foot of the stairs, arms wrapped around each other, and began walking up the beach toward him. There was also someone new there – a man, a burly bodybuilder guy – at the top of the stairs. He too appeared to be naked. Keith closed his eyes and turned his head away, wanting all of his senses to go to Long’s cock working deep inside him.
He could feel Long twitching and shuddering and digging deep inside him. As Long backed away and rose from the sand, Keith opened his eyes and watched him walk away toward Thick and the Indian. Dick lay on his back, under the Indian, and fucked him from behind. Long crouched between the Indian’s legs and rubbed his cock against the Indian’s balls, perineum and inner thighs, waiting for it to swell enough to double the Indian again. As he moved out of the way, another man stood there, grinning at Keith and snapping at the latex rim of the Maxim condom that encased a huge cock topped with a thick cock ring. A leather strap tied the base of the tail.
Stan Stan the bartender had turned up.
Stan sat, elbows on the sand, legs slightly apart. Keith sat on his cock, the two facing each other, his legs either side of Stan’s torso, knees bent to pry his toes off. His arms were stiff behind and under him, the heels of his hands buried in the sand on either side of Stan’s slightly spread legs. Stan held Keith’s body draped over his while strong hands gripped his waist. Both rotating their pelvises in opposite directions, Stan’s cock ring kissing every part of Keith’s undulating canal walls.
Stan taught Keith the position of the Kama Sutra butterfly.
He had already told Keith he was taking him home to show him so much more that night. Keith had groaned but didn’t mind. He loved the feel of the cock ring inside him.
Everyone else stood in a tight circle around her on the otherwise deserted beach. Dick and Lang had the Indian between them, both hands stroking his cock and balls as he had each of his cocks in one hand. Across from them, Larson and the black were sprawled backwards, the black atop Larson and 69ing.
Keith couldn’t shake the feeling that they were all in a waiting pattern. They waited for butterfly class to end so they could try Keith again. He groaned at the prospect that Thick and Long’s specialty was yet to come for him.
This is when summer is coming to an end. What new heights of lazy fuck pleasure could he have reached if summer had started this way and increased the sensuality of swimming lessons from that point forward, he wondered. Maybe next summer.
At first Andy barely noticed the stiff and shy-looking bespectacled man standing at the bar; his gaze was fixed on the blond twink in the tight orange t-shirt, rocking to the music a seat to the guy’s left. Unfortunately, by the time Andy fought his way to the bar, the twink had already been dragged onto the dance floor by someone else, and Andy ruefully sat down on the empty bar stool and ordered a drink. As he turned to rest his elbows on the bar and face the dance floor, he accidentally hit the man with his knee.
“Sorry,” he said, taking a closer look. Not bad at all if you liked dark curly hair and tanned skin, which, let’s face it, you kinda had to living in Greece. The man was wearing a baggy shirt and jeans, which generally never boded well for what lay underneath, especially as one didn’t come to S-CAPE in their most comfortable attire to relax, with the sleeves rolled up revealing muscular forearms and strong-looking wrists . And besides, Andy was hardly one to demand perfection in a body considering he had been developing a lightweight spare tire over the past few years.
The guy smiled and put his hand behind his ear to indicate he hadn’t heard. The movement pulled his shirt tight to a nicely swelled bicep and the smile was cute too.
“Sorry,” Andy repeated louder.
“Oh no problem.”
Even with these few words, Andy could tell that he wasn’t a native Greek speaker.
“American?” he asked, speaking English this time.
“Yes.”
“Me too,” Andy said, pointing his thumb at himself. “At least my mother.”
The man nodded, smiled again, then looked down at his drink. He was either not very interested or a little shy, but by this point Andy was so hooked that he tried to keep the conversation going a little longer.
“Do you live here? Have you been to S-CAPE before?” he asked, inwardly wincing at the banality of his questions. He really wasn’t good at small talk.
“Yes, to both.” This time the man didn’t even try to meet Andy’s eyes, although he smiled again.
OK. Awk.Ward .
“I’m Andy. Do you want to dance?” he asked, feeling a little desperate. Twinks were a lot simpler and he didn’t care if that made him a dirty old man. He pointed at them, then at the dance floor and they either nodded or looked straight through him and he knew exactly where he stood. Older guys were more complicated; Andy always felt he needed to engage her in some sort of conversation, as though the sex, whatever it turns out to be later on, would be better if they both could just pretend they weren’t in a male-frequented one Dance club met younger than her.
“Paul. Sure.”
Paul wasn’t a particularly good dancer, but he seemed willing to perform up close and personal and Andy took full advantage of that. He slid his hands down Paul’s shoulders and strong back, then leaned forward slightly to briefly cup Paul’s bottom before rising to cup his hips and pull him against him. As they rocked together, Andy came to the very firm conclusion that the baggy clothes weren’t an attempt to hide love handles or a flabby stomach. Paul was either blessed by nature or was spending far too many hours in a gym. Or maybe he worked for the US Embassy in some security position. That would explain the conservative haircut , athletic body, and poor dress sense.
Paul was a head shorter, reached out and wrapped his arms around Andy’s neck.
“You’re a good dancer, Andy,” he smiled. “I’m sorry if I step on you.”
He didn’t seem particularly sorry. He looked a bit dazed and, if you could believe the hard-on rubbing against Andy’s thighs, pretty horny. Andy pulled him closer and leaned down to rub his cheek against Paul’s stubble.
“That’s okay. I blame the size of my feet, they leave less ground for others to stand on.”
“And is it true what you say?”
Andy backed away and stared down at Paul. “You didn’t just ask me that.”
“So it’s not true?”
“Maybe,” Andy grinned and Paul laughed. Andy leaned forward and rubbed his cheek against Paul’s again, liking the slight scratching of his soft stubble. “We could go somewhere and you could see for yourself.”
It was Paul, backing away now, but only enough so that he could see Andy’s face, his abdomen still pressed tightly against Andy’s thigh.
“OK.”
He said it a bit defiantly, as if he thought Andy didn’t really mean the invitation.
“Okay,” Andy repeated emphatically. “Then let’s get out of here.”
It was still fairly early when they left the club, just after midnight, and people were waiting to come in. Paul had gotten shy again and didn’t quite meet Andy’s eyes as they stood on the sidewalk. The night was so warm and humid it felt like they were still inside.
“Er, I’d invite you over to my house, but I live quite a distance from here.
Paul shook his head. “No, my apartment is not good. A hotel?”
Andy made a face, not particularly enthusiastic about the idea. There were a couple of hotels nearby that were both gay friendly and available by the hour, but he wasn’t entirely sure of their discretion and the last thing he needed was an exposé of Andreas Giannopoulos booking himself into gay hotels for a couple hours of playtime. Even the larger hotels had employees with paparazzi phone numbers on their speed dial. He wasn’t a big celebrity, and he was out, but he was also the son of a politician whose opponents would use any opportunity to smear dirt, especially during an election period.
“I don’t know…” he said hesitantly, and Paul seemed to understand at least part of the reason for his hesitation.
“Come on, there’s a pretty nice hotel I used to stay at when I was here on business. I’ll check myself in, tell them it was an unexpected stopover and I’m going back to the airport tomorrow. It won’t be the first time. You can follow me and come right into the room. They never noticed anything before, or at least pretended not to notice.”
“So I’m not the first cute guy you’ve picked up at S-CAPE?”
Paul just grinned and hailed a cab. During the short drive, they idly commented on the weather and new theatrical releases. Paul mentioned how much he liked the open-air cinemas in Athens, and Andy recalled how, when he was seven, he used to spit sunflower seeds in the hair of the girl sitting in front of him until his father caught him and asked him for the Half of the film dragged out.
“It was also ‘Jaws.’ I didn’t even dip a toe in the sea for at least two weeks after that. I still think this is the scariest movie I’ve ever seen.”
At their destination, Andy turned down Paul’s attempt to pay.
“My last name is Pappas,” Paul said before heading to the hotel. “Give me a few minutes to check in, then call the front desk and I’ll give you my room number.”
Andy lurked outside the hotel for about ten minutes, pretending to be intrigued by the sunscreens and orthopedic shoes displayed in the window of the pharmacy next door, and puzzled over Paul’s contradictory behavior. His apparent shyness in the club didn’t really match his snappy efficiency in the arrangements that followed. He played a role, but Andy couldn’t figure out why or to what extent or what role the real Paul was. For a brief paranoid second, he wondered if he was somehow being prepared for a public outing, embarrassing pictures and all, but no one could have known that he would be at the S-CAPE that evening.
He forgot his trepidation when Paul, already stripped down to his jeans, opened the door for him. Normally Andy was into hairless twinks , but Paul was more of an otter, his pecs, abs and arms were covered in fine dark hair, and when he was lean his musculature made it clear that this was due more to training than not eat or have a high metabolism. After admiring him for a few seconds, Andy stepped forward and pushed him back, letting the door slam shut behind them. Paul’s shoulders were warm and smooth and slightly damp with sweat under Andy’s hands, and he resisted Andy only briefly before docilely backing away until they were standing together in the center of the room. Paul had also removed his glasses and in the better light Andy could see that his eyes were medium brown with darker patches that added depth and warmth. honey eyes.
“So,” Paul smiled, sliding his fingers between the buttons of Andy’s shirt. Andy tensed his muscles, both against the tickling and in an effort to hide the softness of his stomach.
“So,” Andy smiled back, his own fingertips running down Paul’s body, tracing the groove between his pecs, abs, and then the skin on either side of his belly button before finally digging lightly under the waistbands of his jeans and underwear. Paul was shaking, his skin breaking out in goosebumps.
For the first time in many years, maybe ever, Andy was unsure how to proceed. They should have been tearing each other’s clothes off by now, and yet Andy was oddly reluctant to move so quickly and it had nothing to do with how aroused he was, because his cock had never been this hard for so long. Although Paul looked to be in his early thirties, he seemed somehow more innocent than all those twenty-somethings who had been Andy’s favorite fare up to that point. And yet he was obviously not inexperienced, so a slow, cautious approach was not called for.
“So,” Andy repeated awkwardly, needlessly waiting for inspiration on the best way forward.
“So, can I see?”
“Huh?”
“If it’s true that big feet means a big cock,” Paul explained with teasing eyes and Andy laughed.
“Yes. That’s what we’re here for, right?”
“Among other things,” Paul murmured and quickly got on his knees in front of Andy and began to undo his belt. And thank God for that, because clearly Andy had been hit by some kind of nasty Freeze Ray that had prevented him from moving or thinking. However, that didn’t stop him from feeling his belt and waistband come undone, his pants and underwear pushed down, Paul’s breath rushing over the tip of his cock and his lower abdomen.
“Wow,” Paul exclaimed, his fist closing around Andy. “It’s enormous.”
“No it’s not,” Andy protested, glancing down to see if anything had changed since he last saw his cock that day. Too big can be just as impractical as too small.
Paul leaned over and licked his head, and Andy groaned.
“Anyway, the myth isn’t debunked,” Paul chuckled, and his tongue slid against the tip of Andy’s cock again, feeling under his foreskin and tracing his slit.
“As long as it fits in your mouth, I won’t complain,” Andy hinted, and Paul took the hint, his mouth was wet and warm and so, really. Andy groaned and grabbed Paul’s head for some sort of anchoring, his fingers combing through Paul’s short curls and clutching them. He rolled his hips trying to control speed more than depth to slow Paul down a bit because he wasn’t so sure he would last long and given the choice he would choose Paul’s ass over his mouth . Still, he could probably last a little longer if he really had to. Finally, Paul seemed to be enjoying himself, and Andy wasn’t a selfish lover.
“Is this okay?” Paul asked suddenly and looked up at Andy.
“Fuck yeah. Can’t you tell?”
“I can’t see your face that well without my glasses.”
Andy fell to his knees as well and kissed Paul’s swollen lips. Paul opened up to him immediately, letting Andy search for his tongue with his own. Paul tasted of beer and Andy.
“Can you see me better now?” Andy asked, although Paul’s eyes had closed somewhere down the line and his thick short lashes fluttered.
“Yes,” Paul breathed, but he didn’t open his eyes, just blindly searched for Andy’s mouth again, his kisses wet and hungry, his hands busy unbuttoning Andy’s shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. Andy let go of Paul’s hair for as long as it took to get rid of the shirt, then reached back up, liking how the thick short strands felt cool and soft between his fingers, how Paul’s breathing changed as he tugged .
“Will you take off your jeans and turn around for me?” Andy asked breathlessly against Paul’s mouth, and Paul groaned and shook his head, a slight, uncertain movement. “Come on honey eyes. Turn around,” Andy urged again, and this time Paul nodded, turning around so he was kneeling with his back to Andy.
Andy reached around and unbuttoned Paul’s jeans and squeezed lightly with one hand between Paul’s shoulder blades causing Paul to bend down to prop himself up on his elbows and present Andy with his perfect ass.
“So cute,” Andy murmured, bending over Paul so he could lick a long strip from the back of his neck to his cunt even as he slid Paul’s jeans and panties down his thighs and undressed completely.
“So damn cute,” he repeated, sitting back on his heels and admiring the taut cheeks that contrasted white with the tanned skin of Paul’s back and legs, the shadowy cleft between them.
“Spread for me,” he whispered, and partially obeying what sounded like a sob, Paul spread his knees and buried his face in the crook of an elbow, arching his back.
“Jesus Christ, Paul,” Andy murmured in awe, his hand reaching out to circle Paul’s hole, then down his perineum to his balls, which hung full and tight between muscular thighs. Paul took a deep, ragged sob, but he didn’t fight back. If anything, he pushed back against Andy’s hand, opening up further, seeking more contact, and if Andy didn’t sink himself bullet deep into Paul in the next three seconds, he was going to explode with horniness. He reached into the back pocket of his pants, which still hung loosely from his hips, and pulled out a condom and a pillow pack of lube.
“Any allergies or anything else I should know?” Andy asked, hastily putting on gloves and rubbing lube on himself, and Paul shook his head, his face still pressed into his elbows. “Neither do I. I mean I’m clean. Maybe we should have talked about that earlier”, Andy stammered, suddenly nervous again.
Paul turned his head slightly to the side so he could speak. “I’m clean too. Now shut up and carry on”, he growled and Andy started to laugh.
“Yes sir,” he murmured, taking a brief moment to get rid of the rest of his clothes, then bent his knees forward so he was pressed tightly against Paul’s bottom. He put out one hand to hold and guide his own cock and the other to grab Paul’s. And at the first touch of his cock against Paul’s hole, Paul bucked nervously, then calmed down as Andy began to push in in slow increments. Despite the Mythbuster jokes, Andy’s cock wasn’t particularly big and he rarely had to prepare anyone to take it as long as it was moving slowly, so he was surprised when Paul pulled away from him.
“Paul? What’s the matter?”
Paul took a deep breath. “Nothing. It’s only been a while.
Andy pulled back and kissed Paul’s back. “Is okay. We have plenty of time,” he reassured her. Still stroking Paul’s cock with one hand, he squeezed the middle finger of his other and Paul sighed, his tense muscles relaxing. He reached awkwardly back to grab Andy’s thighs and pull him closer to him.
“Now it’s good,” he said after Andy had inserted a second finger and stroked Paul for a while. “I won’t hold out much longer.”
This time Andy was able to sink all the way in until his hips were tight against Paul’s bottom. He braced himself with one hand against the middle of Paul’s back, pressing his chest even further into the ground and fucking Paul with slow, deep thrusts.
“Harder,” Paul groaned, and Andy obeyed. He stopped jerking Paul off as much and forced him to punch his fist every time he punched his ass. Andy’s palm was slick with sweat and Paul’s precum, and as he tightened his fingers for a better grip, Paul let out a short, high-pitched whine and began to squirt. Andy followed a second later, his orgasm spreading from his balls to his fingers and toes, his muscles spasming and relaxing in sync with Paul’s tunnel constricting around his cock. When he could breathe again, he laid himself boneless across Paul’s back as Paul collapsed flat on the carpet and kissed his cheek.
“That was great,” he said, caressing Paul’s ear, his fingers irresistibly tugging at Paul’s hair again. “Thanks very much.”
“Uh huh,” Paul agreed groggily. “You can exit now.”
“I already have,” Andy assured him and Paul giggled breathlessly.
“I mean away from me. You crush me.”
“Swim,” Andy scoffed, but he got to his feet and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom and clean up a bit. When he re-entered the room, Paul had rolled onto his back, but otherwise not moved.
“You might want to get off that rug,” Andy advised as he began to dress. “It can’t be too clean.”
“New carpet. The reception has assured me that I am the first guest in this room after the renovation. Can’t you smell it?”
Now that Paul mentioned it, Andy recognized the unmistakable smell of new carpet and fresh paint. For the first time he looked around the room and realized that everything looked extra fresh and sparkling. He wondered if some of the dizziness he’d felt was from the chemicals rather than lust for Paul, but his head was clear now, if slightly rubbery-kneed.
“And now you’ve christened the new carpet with sperm. Nice.”
Paul laughed and finally sat up, scooting backwards and resting his back against the foot of the bed.
“You go?”
Andy paused while turning the sleeves of his shirt inside out so he could put it on and looked down at Paul.
“Yes. I have to leave early in the morning. Do you want me to drop you off?”
Paul shook his head. “Nope. I might as well sleep here.”
Andy finished buttoning his shirt and sat on the foot of the bed to tie his shoelaces. After he was done, he ran his fingers through Paul’s curls one last time and Paul leaned his head back into the caress.
“Take care, okay?”
“Yes. You too, Andy.”
The whole cab ride home he thought about calling the hotel and asking to be put through to Paul’s room. He was holding his phone, his thumb hovering over the button that would put the call through, but he didn’t do it that way. Also, Paul didn’t seem interested in further contact either. Finally he put the phone back in his pocket. It’s best not to mess with the old or ruin the memory of a great night by trying to add more to it.
**********
If there was one thing Paul had learned over the years, it was that it was rarely used at 3:00 a.m. trying to find answers to life’s mysteries. Still, as he leaned closer to the mirror to examine the raging red carpet burn on his left temple, cheek and collarbone, he couldn’t help but search for answers.
First of all, would the morning burn look so obvious (and he suspected it) and how would he explain that, as well as the burns on his knees, without going into the details of the fuck on a hotel room floor? Second, how could he possibly not have felt the pain as his face was rubbed back and forth on the carpet by Andy’s powerful thrusts? Third, why hadn’t they used the bed when Paul, despite lacking financial means, had rented a room for that very reason? And fourthly – and most importantly – why the hell hadn’t he been given more information than a first name from a guy who had demonstrated the ability to fuck him so senseless?
Unfortunately, Andy was long gone, leaving Paul to his musings, his pleasantly sore hole and uncomfortably sore face. He considered avoiding the walk of shame early in the morning and returning home now, but the hotel boasted amenities he wouldn’t find in his studio apartment, namely air-conditioning, a large shower stall, and a full breakfast included in the price the room was included. He stretched out on the plush mattress and closed his eyes, trying not to worry about the hit to his bank account for wanting to stay on neutral ground with Andy, and about once again choosing to be the nameless Bitch, despite having moved a continent away from home and family to try to change his behavior.
His parents, brothers and sisters did not approve of his decision to quit the family import business and move to Greece, and they had taken every opportunity to voice their objection. For months, every single conversation had revolved around trying to figure out what Paul’s reasons for his desertion were, as they called it. Paul’s answers were obviously unsatisfactory. Although they were sorry that he did not feel happy or fulfilled, they were convinced that slacking off his responsibilities to his family would only make him more miserable, not less. And finally, his personal happiness didn’t matter because, by and large, doing what was right for the family (or maybe what the family thought was right) was more important than personal feelings. He had not intended to move without finding a job in Greece, but he could no longer take the reproaches and attempts to change his mind. So he’d accepted the highest offer for his apartment, one that would at least cover his outstanding mortgage in full if not much more, bought a one-way ticket, made sure his suppliers and customers knew he was leaving the business, and landed in Athens on a sunny day in mid-March, nervous but optimistic.
Three months later, the results were mixed. He had underestimated how difficult the job market was in recession-hit Greece, and none of his business contacts could give him any advice or even ideas on where to turn. His savings had dropped to a dangerously low level when he finally managed to land a coaching position at one of the more exclusive tennis clubs in a northern Athens suburb.
“Your Greek is terrible, of course, but that will work in your favour,” the club manager explained cheerfully. “A tennis coach and an English teacher rolled into one. Parents here will really like that.”
The pay was shockingly low and Paul had hoped to do something other than throw balls to a bunch of spoiled and talentless kids, but it was either that or returned to the bosom of his family defeated, and he wasn’t quite ready for that yet.
So here he was, still trying to make it, still not really speaking to the one part of himself that had driven him to make all these changes in the first place, tossing and turning on a bed in a hotel room that he could. not really afford.
An unknown amount of time later, despite the cool air, he woke with a start disoriented and sweating profusely. He pressed the indigo button on the trusty Timex he’d had since he was a kid. It was only five o’clock, which explained why he was still feeling so drained. His first tennis lesson wasn’t until 8 a.m., so he had some time, but despite his exhaustion, he doubted he’d fall asleep again, and breakfast wasn’t as strongly tempting as it used to be when he’d been quiet with himself Alcohol and sex buzzes. After a quick shower, he checked out and went home.
His home was near Pedio to you Areos , one of only two large green parks in central Athens, and, still restless, took advantage of the early morning empty lanes and relatively low temperatures to go for a quick jog before cycling the roughly four hilly kilometers to the tennis club. One thing was for sure, he was getting back in the best shape of his life and having a lot more fun without the rigors of professional sports on his body. Although he’d tried to stay in shape after retiring from tennis in 2005, he didn’t realize how far he’d slipped or how good he felt now in comparison.
” Yasoo , Pavlo , ” greeted ZacK , one of his fellow coaches , as he pulled on his white tennis shoes after his third shower of the day . ZacK ‘s English wasn’t much better than Paul’s Greek so conversations between the two generally never progressed beyond the weather and fairly basic gossip about club members, during which ZacK expressed his appreciation for certain female members with plenty of eyebrow wagging and hand cupping , to indicate the size of certain body parts, and Paul nodded and smiled faintly in response. Although Paul had no intention of hiding the fact that he was once gay in Greece – after all, that was why he had moved to get out of the closet and get used to living openly before returning home – he didn’t I think the best course of action was also to join his fellow coaches, with whom he shared locker room and shower facilities. Besides, he still hoped that this would only be a temp job. At 32, he was significantly older than the other coaches, most of whom were either still studying or had just graduated.
Paul nodded and smiled back in greeting, and ZacK unleashed a stream of Greek that Paul couldn’t follow. He shook his head to indicate he didn’t understand and ZacK repeated, more slowly, that Paul’s first lesson of the day had to be cancelled.
“You could have slept an hour longer,” ZacK said, speaking clearly and carefully.
“It would just have been hotter to drive here.”
ZacK twirled his index finger on his temple, the usual Greek gesture to indicate insanity, and grinned. Paul just shrugged, knowing what his colleagues thought about him cycling everywhere. It never occurred to them that he couldn’t afford a car or even a motorcycle; after all, he had been a professional tennis player and, more importantly, he was American, and it was a well-known “fact” in Greece that all Americans were wealthy, or at least rich enough to own a car. To be honest, it hadn’t occurred to Paul himself that he couldn’t afford one until he saw the prices of even the most used rattles and the parking space he would have had to rent. Public transportation was both slow and unreliable, with no direct or convenient connection between home and work, neither of which were near a subway station, so for now, his bike and the occasional taxi ride were the best options.
Paul used the unexpected free time to get an iced coffee in the small club café and calculate his budget for the rest of the month. Coaches were allowed to take on private students provided they paid the small fee to use the tennis courts beyond a certain number of hours per week and also put in the required minimum time at the free tennis academies, which ran until mid-July and again in September. Paul had expected to have more pupils when schools close in early June, but his fellow coaches explained that the summer actually meant fewer pupils as many families moved into summer cottages and classes were rarely booked from morning to late afternoon due to the heat. If he lost more coaching sessions than he gained over the next two to three months, he wasn’t sure he could afford even the tiny rent he was paying.
The barista Maria came over to see what he was scribbling and practiced her English on him. When she understood his problem, she also had a constructive idea.
“Why don’t you post something on these internet expat sites? If they don’t send their families home for the summer, there could be kids and maybe even wives who want to learn or play tennis and would prefer someone with your experience.”
“Are there still many expats? I thought with all the financial problems here, a lot of the foreign companies moved away.”
Maria shrugged. “Well, even if that’s true in terms of business, there are all the embassies and diplomatic houses here. There’s no harm in trying, is there?”
Paul nodded and sat, absently tugging at his earlobe as he considered Maria’s suggestion. He really had nothing to lose, especially if he could post a free ad on the expat sites.
“By the way, what happened to your face?” asked Mary.
“Oh, uh, I tripped over a bag strap and fell.” Paul stuttered in a failed attempt to sound nonchalant and matter-of-fact. “My knees too, see?”
“You fell on your face?” Maria asked in disbelief and then shook her head. “It’s a good thing your glasses didn’t break.”
“Yes,” Paul choked out, finishing his coffee, hoping the cold drink would help both his flushing and sudden erection subside.
Another thing Paul had learned over the years was that the more he tried not to think about something, the more he thought about it. Since the outcome was ultimately the same, he felt free to think of Andy and wonder if their paths might cross again. He was actually optimistic because at 6ft 4in and with hair so blonde it was almost white, Andy would be hard to miss in even the darkest of dance clubs. And next time Paul wanted to get his last name and as many contact details as possible.
**********
“I hope we’re not boring you, Andrea.”
It took Andy a few seconds to analyze the content of the comment and realize that it was directed at him and not quite on topic.
“Not at all,” he replied smoothly. “I was just thinking of the implications of your suggestion.”
To add that he thought it better with his eyes closed would probably be a bit of a stretch, so he decided not to explain further, even though it was true. He was better off thinking with his eyes closed, especially when thinking of a certain tall, dark, and handsome Greek-American, rather than how to recover from a relatively small but ultimately ill-fated investment in a retro American restaurant. God he was so sick and tired of these meetings. He’d much rather have worked at the diner than make decisions about it. But the heirs of the Giannopoulos name did no menial work; Andy’s father almost dumped him when he took a job as a part-time cook during college. And Andy knew enough about himself to know that he preferred bored but comfortable to challenged but possibly just making ends meet.
“I don’t think we gave him enough time,” he finally said. “People will go for it if the prices are right, and they are. We just need to give word of mouth a chance, maybe increase our social media presence.”
Nikolaos Harissis rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, no doubt making a snide remark. Andy hated the guy, but as his first cousin he had an equal say in the business, plus he had an MBA from Tuck while Andy hadn’t progressed past a BA, something Nikos never missed to get involved.
“That’s more your socialist sentimentality,” Nikos sniffed. “They just don’t want to lay anyone off. It doesn’t matter that we’re losing money every month.”
“You’re right, I’m not. Especially since we didn’t give the diner enough time,” Andy insisted. “I want us to wait until after Christmas. It’s only six months and we’d be paying penalties anyway if we breach the leases on the equipment and property.”
“We throw good money after bad”
Andy sighed. “We will not agree, Niko. Let’s just vote on that at next month’s board meeting.”
Nikos scoffed at his approval and moved on to the next agenda.
Andy just managed to suppress another sigh and leaned back in his chair. He didn’t like being here, but at least he could make a little difference occasionally. He let the rest of the meeting unnoticed and then made his way back to his office, wondering how soon he could gracefully end the day. Three hours of sleep just wasn’t enough for him anymore, especially when he was followed by the disappointment of finally deciding to contact the hotel, only to find that Paul had already checked out and the hotel of course refused to provide contact details. He figured he could hang out at S-CAPE every night hoping Paul would eventually show up, but at 42, a daily regimen of loud music, alcohol, and late nights would likely kill him within a week. No, that bird had flown, and it didn’t matter now how many times Andy’s cock had stiffened at the memory of Paul’s mouth and body during the day, or how much he wished he’d taken more time and had more things to do with beforehand Paul made them part.
He frowned at his laptop and then, not expecting much that it would prove pointless, googled Paul Pappas. Over six million results. ok dokey . He tried again, putting the name in quotes and narrowing the results down to just over forty thousand. Desperate and feeling a little too much like a teenager in love again, he scrolled down and suddenly there was Paul, glaring at him from a photo. A much younger Paul, his face narrower and his hair longer, but Paul nonetheless. Andy clicked on the photo and from there on a Wikipedia link. He suddenly realized his mouth was hanging open, so he shut it and continued reading, clicking through more links.
Although Andy was a member of the same tennis club that his grandparents, parents, and various other relatives had been members of since its inception in the late 1920s, and although he still played fairly regularly (when a regular call could be made about once every six months), he had never been so interested in following this sport, or any sport other than basketball. He racked his brains trying to remember if he knew Paul’s name but couldn’t even find the vague memory. Pete Sampras, he recalled. The same goes for Mark Philippousis . Not Paul Pappas, although the articles reveal that he had also made a good name for himself before retiring in 2005 for unknown reasons.
Andy wondered what effect, if any, his complete lack of approval had had the night before. On one hand, Paul hadn’t mentioned tennis at all, so maybe he liked to fly under the radar screen. On the other hand, Andy himself always felt a brief twinge of disappointment and subsequent hostility when someone who should have recognized his name didn’t. Or did that just make Andy flatter than most other adults in the world? Anyway, the only thing Andy didn’t find in any of the articles, even though it was what he wanted most, was how to get in touch with Paul now.
**********
After placing his ads on two different expat websites, Paul received a series of interested calls. Two people even asked him if he was “the” Paul Pappas, although neither was convinced because they both lived in the southern suburbs of Athens and didn’t want to hike all the way north for classes. Still, after two weeks he was able to add five students to his roster, and one, a Czech eight-year-old, showed real talent. Paul spent a lot of time learning about coaching techniques; he couldn’t bear the thought of wasting that drive or somehow taking the little Libor out of play as one of his coaches nearly did to him.
“Same time Thursday?” he asked Libor’s mother as he saw her off, and she nodded. He followed them to the club’s exit and then sauntered over to the café to get himself a drink. By 7:30 p.m., all the seats were full, and he leaned his chair against the wall and watched idly. He was out of classes and should probably be going home, but he felt too relaxed and lazy to move at the moment.
“Jesus, Andy, will you stop that?”
Paul sat up straight, his chair landed on both front legs with a thud, and stared in the direction of the outraged woman’s voice. And there he was, tall, blond, and laughing as he danced around, trying to avoid a small woman who was hitting his butt with her bat. andy
“Mom! This is domestic violence! I’ll show you,” Andy yelled, just avoiding a punch.
“I’ll serve whether you’re ready or not,” a thin, dark-haired teenager threatened from the other side, and Andy and his mother both took their positions, both still laughing.
Paul watched her with a concentration that hardly did justice to the level of the game. A younger woman of Andy’s age made up the quartet; However, all were quite competent, with the exception of the teenager, who was barely engaged. Andy repeatedly bumped into his mother, and Paul couldn’t tell if he did it on purpose or not. With his long legs he could certainly cover a lot of ground quickly, but he either didn’t seem to be aware of where his mother was or she just wasn’t getting out of his way fast enough.
After forty minutes the four gave up and Paul, mouth dry and palms suddenly damp, watched them walk to the café. Andy had an arm around the teenager’s shoulders and was talking to him, and the boy laughed and tried to squirm away. Paul suddenly wondered if that was Andy’s son, and his stomach knotted at the thought. Was his family, rather than the distance involved, the real reason Andy hadn’t invited him over to his house that night? If so, he’d wasted a lot of time looking for Andy and dreaming even more foolishly of possibilities once he found him.
With everything they had done together a few weeks ago, Paul hadn’t looked at Andy for too long. He remembered more of a composition of body parts: gray eyes with bright smile lines, platinum blond short hair, generous wide mouth, large, warm hands. Then it was more of a feeling of Andy holding him, of his chest against Paul’s back, of his legs between Paul’s. And of course his cock. Long, uncut, pink against his blond pubic hair and white skin, it fits perfectly in Paul’s mouth and hits all the right spots in his ass. He hadn’t been down since his first lover over eight years ago, but somehow Andy hadn’t made it occur to him that it would be any different.
Now, however, he could take in the whole man, moving so effortlessly despite his height, athletic build, broad shoulders tapering to slender hips, and long, muscular legs. He was probably wearing about six or eight pounds overweight, which was more evident in his t-shirt now than in a shirt, but for a man his size they made little difference.
They were close enough now for Paul to hear the boy complaining about something to the younger woman, whom he called “Mama”. Although he spoke Greek, Paul understood enough to understand that he was referring to Andy as his uncle. The relief he felt surprised him less than the disappointment he had felt before.
He was still hesitant to come forward. Although he had seen both women and the boy quite often at the club, he had never spoken to them and he had obviously never seen Andy. What would be his excuse for approaching them? He briefly considered providing feedback on their game, but with the exception of the boy, he doubted they would be very interested.
He was still hesitating, undecided when Andy finally noticed him, his gray eyes widening in surprise and then narrowing in a bright smile.
“Hey, Paul! How are you?”
He strode over and towered over Paul before Paul even had a chance to get up.
“Good. I was good. You?”
He grabbed Andy’s outstretched hand and stared into Andy’s eyes.
“I was hoping like hell to find you again,” Andy murmured, then squeezed Paul’s hand again before letting go and turning to his family.
“Mom, Anna, Kosta, this is Paul Pappas. Paul, my mother Elaine and my cousin Anna. And this thin match is Anna’s son Kostas.”
The two women smiled while Kostas blushed bright red.
“Nice to meet you,” Paul said politely, then smiled at Kostas. “Hey, good game. You must have been running in circles around your uncle.”
“That’s because I let him,” Andy defended, and both Kostas and Paul booed.
“Are you a member here?” Andy asked, still smiling, and suddenly both women looked uncomfortable, although Paul couldn’t immediately figure out why. After a second it became a little clearer when Andy’s cousin turned to him.
“He’s a coach,” said Anna, and then in Greek, “I thought you knew him.”
Andy’s smile faded for a split second before returning, albeit not quite as brightly as before.
“Yes,” he replied in English, and even Paul recognized the want-to-make-something tone of voice.
Elaine, Kostas and I have to go,’ said Anna, ignoring Kostas’ immediate protest. “Would you like us to take you with us?”
“Um, that would be nice.” She stretched and Andy willingly lowered his head so she could caress his cheek. “Bye, darling. Let’s do it again in less than half a year, hmmm? Goodbye, Mr. Pappas.”
Andy and Paul watched them go. Only Kostas turned around to wave goodbye to him again.
“Anna is fine,” Andy said as he sat uninvited at Paul’s table, although Paul hadn’t asked for an explanation. “She just worries too much about me.”
“She knows you’re gay?”
“Yes, of course,” Andy replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“So what’s she worried about? Being taken advantage of by a greedy tennis coach?”
Andy laughed. “No, not really. Rather that I will damn my eternal soul by taking advantage of a poor tennis coach by offering him more money or gifts than he can bear to refuse.”
“I don’t need any money,” Paul replied, offended.
“No, I do not think so. After all, you’re Paul Pappas.
“So the cousin doesn’t care if you’re gay, just that you might be a sugar daddy?” Paul tried to clarify.
“Basically. Well, she also gets that I don’t like sex with women, but she doesn’t necessarily want to have to acknowledge that I fuck men.”
“And what? She assumes you fuck every guy you meet?”
“Any sexy handsome guy I obviously like to see whose name I know but not what he does for a living? Yes, probably,” Andy said, sounding pleased.
Paul thought about it for a while, decided he’d been complimented, and smiled.
“I’ve returned to S-CAPE four times in the past two weeks hoping you would be there,” he admitted. “Would you please give me your phone number and last name so I never have to go back?”
“Me too, last Tuesday and again on Friday. I have to say this place isn’t nearly as fun if you’re just looking for a specific person and they never show up. Also, I googled you and found tell all about your glorious past.”
“Not so lovely,” Paul said dismissively.
“Listen, this time my apartment is only three blocks away. are you done here Can you come over?”
“Yes. I would like that,” Paul smiled. “I just have to get my stuff and my bike.”
“OK. I walked over here, so I will wait for you at the front gate?”
Paul headed towards the locker room but turned around when Andy called his name.
“I’m really, really glad I found you,” Andy said softly, and Paul gave a jerky nod, then turned away again, his heart almost bursting out of his chest.
ZacK caught up with him as he unlocked his bike.
“Was that Andreas Giannopoulos I saw you with?”
“Yes. He’s a friend of mine,” Paul replied, although he wasn’t sure if he could say that yet, since this was the first time he’d ever heard Andy’s full name.
ZacK ‘s mouth twisted in disgust. ” Aay poustis ,’ he said, and Paul knew enough Greek to understand that. He’s a fag.
Paul gripped the handlebars of his bike so tight his knuckles turned white. It took him a long few seconds, but he was finally able to look up and meet ZacK ‘s eyes, and his voice couldn’t have been clearer or calmer.
“Ki ego eimai .” Me too.
He waited for ZacK ‘s eyes to drop, then wheeled his bike toward the gate, where he saw Andy waiting for him, his heart lighter and fuller than he could ever remember.
Roger woke up one day and suddenly he was a 42-year-old, bored, fat and stressed-out man, recently divorced and with a 17-year-old rebellious son who hardly treated him like his father. Roger didn’t know what life had done to his youthful, proud and happy spirit or his strong and gorgeous physique. That morning he just couldn’t stop looking at his face and body in the mirror. For a long, long time he tried to recognize himself and almost couldn’t.
That was such a scary feeling. He felt sad, angry and pathetic. That man wasn’t him, he should never have let it end like this. So the grieving Roger decided he needed a change. He wanted to rebuild his life, have a better relationship with his ex-wife, get his son to respect and love him, earn a better position at his job, and start taking care of his body.
He did, emphasizing the simplicity of his goals. Roger started training to get his young and strong body back. He started going from his job to the nearest gym and after a few months, Roger was out there with an athletic physique.
Despite this, Roger continued to train. It was good for his physical health and spirit, but also for his ego. The looks he got at the gym because of his fit and masculine figure… Roger felt like he was the popular guy he used to be in college.
But all that training at the gym, while having all those lusty and admiring looks aimed at him, mostly from other men, was also starting to bring back those feelings he left behind in high school. All these sweaty and strong men with divine bodies were resurrecting feelings that Roger thought he had deeply repressed.
And when he was all alone and horny in his apartment, he’d rather bang his hard and needy member with a mainly sweaty specimen in his head than the busty girl who loves to work in the suspension trainers. And every time he wiped the cum off his abs, he promised himself it would be the last time.
But it never wasn’t. He kept going to the gym, watching all these men working their bodies to the point of exhaustion…watching them watching him. And things got even more confusing for Roger when Christian, one of the fitness trainers, turned his attention to him. The handsome hunk began training with Roger, promising that he could tear Roger’s body up some more, and while Roger was more than happy with the results he had achieved on his own, he couldn’t say no when Christian touched his sweat muscle and explained what they were both could achieve together and how they would achieve it.
So Roger started training with Christian and saw his body changing faster than expected. But he didn’t care after spending 1 or 2 hours with Christian so close to him, complimenting his body, touching him more than he should. Told him how good looking he was, joked about how he wouldn’t mind manhandling him to see how strong he had gotten.
Roger knew he should have stopped the flirting, the unnecessary touching, because it wasn’t professional and he shouldn’t want any of it. But the truth was that Christian, the younger and handsome trainer, wanted to get into Roger’s pants and that truth made the older man horny and confused and flattered… and so horny.
And that’s exactly why Roger would have said “No!” should say. when Christian asked for help installing the equipment in his new gym. Roger knew he should have left the moment he realized he was the only one who could help him. He should have declined when Christian asked him to try the new equipment.
Roger should have stopped the endless compliments and sexual innuendos. He should have said something as the trainer shamelessly locked the gym door and locked them both in… alone. But there was nothing Roger could have done as Christian pinched his hard nipples and kissed his sweaty neck. Roger just moaned and trembled because deep down he wanted it and the trainer wanted to give it to him.
Christian kissed Roger’s lips hard while touching his whole sweaty and hot body and then stripped him naked and lay on his back. He sucked tongue and lips; dried the sweat on your neck, collarbone and chest with this soft and hot tongue. The trainer even licked Roger’s armpits with relish and fucked him, no one had ever done that to him before.
Roger moaned and vibrated like a virgin…like back in high school when his two best friends would bend him over a table or pin him against a wall and then proceed to disassemble his body.
And with that thought in mind, Roger came so hard and honest for the first time in so long; Christian only had to reach his hand over the short bot tick member to make his client explode in ecstasy. Roger moaned like a wounded sweetheart, feeling too much and too embarrassed as he spilled cum like a small child.
But the trainer didn’t seem to care, he continued to move his mouth over the older man, licking Roger’s cum off his trembling body. Christian licked his sweaty balls, crotch and pantyhose; in no time he was over Roger’s musky entry.
Christian licked and sucked and sucked and Roger squirmed uncontrollably… It’s been a long time since he felt like this… so helpless, so scared, but free. He moaned and cursed for more, and Christian made his insides hotter and wetter with saliva and tongue.
“So tight!! Just how I love it… Straight tight virgin ass!!” the trainer grinned and stroked the sensitive wrinkles with this thumb. Roger didn’t bother to correct Christian, he didn’t want to spoil the coach’s imagination. Also, he wasn’t technically a virgin, but it had been almost 3 decades since anyone or anything had been inside him… So practically, he was a virgin.
“No more preparation for you! You’ll feel what it means to fuck a real man!” said the trainer and Roger felt Christian’s long, hard thrust pressing against his tight hole. Christian’s hands went to his tights, held them up and wide open, and kept squeezing.
Roger groaned loudly as the resistance in his ass was broken and the long cock pushed deeper and deeper into him. It hurt like hell, but it also felt so damn good. Roger felt full and complete like never before…loving it to the point it was scary. And then Christian started fucking him until he got an insane pace which made Roger lose it. The older man, sweating, squirming, moaning and screaming and swore, no end.
The pain and uncomfortable pleasure taking over that entire body made him feel more alive than anything he had in years. And when the coach finally got his point, Roger’s eyes could only see white. Christian kept blinding him until Roger couldn’t take it anymore.
“THAT EXACTLY!!… FUCK PLEASE!!… FUCK!!… FUCK!! DON’T STOP!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEEEE!!” The older man screams and they cum like he’s having his first orgasm in 25 years… and he probably is. Roger’s cock explodes, showering his sweaty body with copious amounts of cum over and over until he feels like passing out.
“Yeah! Cum for me man!!” yell the coach
And as he feels Christian’s hot cum filling his anus, Roger suddenly realizes the mistake he made. While he’s still feeling the aftermath of his huge orgasm, he’s afraid that mistake has freed a part of him he doesn’t like and that he won’t be coming back.
So yeah… Roger was trying to get back to being the person he used to be and maybe he just got what he wanted but not the way he wanted it!
Standing at the edge of the dirt road in the blazing sun, the boy pulled up the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face, exposing his heaving abdominal muscles. He couldn’t believe he was in this shithole . Good, so he’d misbehaved a couple of times this past school year. So damn what? What did they expect when they held him back for a year? He was eighteen and about to graduate high school, while his friends had all graduated. He only stayed in school at all because his mother threatened to throw him out of the house if he didn’t make it, and as much as Beau ( what the hell was his mother thinking, that name?) hated school, he wanted to even less getting a damn job.
But he had agreed to stay at school, not here. Not spending his summer in the middle of nowhere . But his mother had made it clear: either he was spending the summer with his mother’s sister-in-law in the country, where he would probably stay out of trouble, or he was out of the house. If only he hadn’t been caught fucking the neighbor last week … Beau cursed himself for being so stupid as he approached the door of his aunt’s country house.
It had been a long, hot bus ride. Beau wore a sleeveless t-shirt, cargo shorts and flip flops. The sun was beating down and his shirt was practically soaked with sweat on the way from the bus station to the house. It had been a dirt road all the way and his feet hurt. He trudged up the porch steps and rang the doorbell. He had never met his mother’s dead younger brother’s ex-wife, and he wasn’t sure what to expect.
A good looking woman of about 35 answered the door. “Beau, I suppose.” She brushed her long blond hair to one side. “I’m Aunt Sarah.” She smiled.
Beau hadn’t expected his aunt to be so pretty. He wondered why his uncle had left her. Beau knew she wasn’t related to him, but was still amazed at how… different she was from him. Her light blonde hair contrasted with his short, dark brown hair. She was small and slim; Beau was about 6ft 3in tall and well built. He had no use for physical work, but he didn’t mind spending time in the gym and that had left him with a toned physique that he was proud of and that had led to him getting laid regularly.
His mind wandered, and he wondered if his aunt had any cougar friends – or, if he was really lucky , her daughters – who might want to take his thick, 10-inch cock. He wasn’t exactly into older women, but he knew that some more experienced bitches would go damn crazy when presented to a young, well-hung stud. “Uh, yes, I’m Beau. Nice to meet you, I guess.” He held out his hand.
“Oh sweetie.” His aunt shook her head. “I’m so lucky to have you here and you’re welcome as long as you want, but the hell if I touch your sweaty, smelly butt. You come in, clean up and then we’ll introduce ourselves properly.”
Beau smiled, shrugged, and went inside. The house was beautiful and spacious. His aunt had lived there alone for years since his mother’s brother left her, and it was immaculate and nicely furnished. So different from the cramped, cluttered mess Beau knew from home. He started walking into the living room, a large, heavy bag in each hand.
“Now where the hell do you think you’re going with this?”
Beau turned to see his aunt looking at his flip flops disapprovingly.
“I’ve kept this house clean for seven years, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let the streets follow you in this dirt. You take off your shoes when you enter my house, young man.”
Beau wasn’t used to being addressed like that. “Uh…yeah, you’re right.” He returned to the door, slipped off his flip flops and put his bare feet on the carpet. “There.”
“Much better,” said his aunt. “Beau, I’m not here to be a tough ass. I know you’ve had a rough time. I know your mom can be a slut and school sucks . I’m not here to pressure you but your mother says that deep down you’re a good kid and I think this time will help you realize that. She put her hand on his bare, sweaty shoulder and smiled at him. “And you’re bloody gross . Please clean up.”
“Uh, yeah, sorry, it’s hot…”
“I know, dear. It’s damn hot outside. It ‘s not will change.”
Beau chuckled.
“You know what else doesn’t exist will you change This place is boring as hell and there are no difficulties in getting to it. Now I’ll treat you like an adult. This means that what is your business is your business, but I will not tolerate misbehaving at home and I will not change my habits for you.”
“I understand.” Beau was surprised to feel intimidated by the small woman standing in front of him. “I’m, uh… not trying to cause trouble here. I just don’t want to upset my mother…”
“I know you don’t.” His aunt squeezed his shoulder again. ” Shit , okay, we have to clean you up. Well, this is getting kind of weird. I don’t apologize because this is my house and you are a guest in it.” She wiped her hand on her jeans. “The house has no shower in it.
“Er… outside? Wa- ?”
“Outside. Now I will not lie to you . You will have no privacy. It’s just a high spout with a stone platform to stand on and nothing around it. What I’m going to tell you is that I take a shower out there every morning and no one has seen me once. Remember , it’s miles to the nearest house and you won’t be visible from the road.
“Oh, uh…yeah, I mean, sure, whatever, I don’t care as long as no one can see me.” Beau was caked in sweat and dirt and would have showered in the middle of Times Square if he had to. “You’re just pointing me in the right direction. I promise I won’t stand in your way.”
“I’m glad we understand each other.” His aunt smiled at him. “I think we’ll get along well. I’ll show you where to tidy up and I’ll make you something to eat.”
“Yes ma’am.” Beau felt better about his situation at the moment. His aunt, confident as she was, was a lot nicer and more accommodating than he’d expected, and his mind was still swimming with the possibility of bedding some friends of hers. If he just had to put up with taking a shower outside for now, he could handle it.
“Good. come with me now Don’t put your shoes back on. I’ve got your towel right here, and you can get dressed and come to the kitchen when you’re done. Now take this,” she said, throwing the towel over Beau’s shoulder, “go in that room over there and get undressed, come back and I’ll take you in the shower. There’s not a really good place to put clothes outside with that She doesn’t get dirty so you have to undress inside.”
Beau nodded and walked down the hall in the direction his aunt was pointing. He went into the room that was supposed to be his. It was small and plain with just a single bed and a desk. He dropped his bags on the floor and took the towel off his shoulder. It seemed small. What ever.
Beau peeled off his shirt, revealing his torn, hairless chest and stomach. He could smell his own sweat as he took off his damp shirt; he rubbed his chest and abs and at that moment he fully realized why his aunt had been reluctant to touch him. He threw the shirt into a laundry basket that was in the corner of the room. Next, Beau unbuttoned and unbuttoned his cargo shorts, which fell at his feet before kicking them onto the bed. Dressed only in low-hanging boxer shorts, Beau looked out the window. Nothing but fields to be seen for miles.
He sighed and dropped his boxers, letting his cock swing freely. No question – Beau was hanged. Completely limp now, Beau’s cock still hung about three inches thick. He threw his boxers in the hamper, took the towel off the bed and wrapped it around his waist. He was right; it was small. He had to keep it closed, and it only hung down to his knees. His mistake, relying on the furnishings of a small, slender woman, he thought. With one hand gripping the towel around his waist, Beau left the room and returned to the door to find his aunt.
“There you are. Don’t bother putting your shoes on; just to keep track. Now come here.” She opened the door and went outside. Beau followed.
The sun blinded him for a moment as he stepped back out, his feet stamping on the dirt that led up to the small porch. The sun felt good on his broad shoulders and bare chest. Turning his face to the sky, he held his arms almost outstretched to embrace the rays before realizing that to do so he would have to drop the towel and be naked.
He moved from the dust to the dry grass as his aunt rounded the corner at the back of the house. It was true what she said; there was hardly a house to be seen for miles. If Beau squinted, he could see a house far in the distance down the road from his aunt’s house, but it was barely a speck.
“That’s it over there.” Sarah pointed to a small square stone platform in the center of the backyard. On the side of the platform facing the house, a tall tube protruded from the ground, curving into a tube at the top. “Now you just turn the tap and water comes out. There is a hook on the side of the tube for you to hang the towel on. Take this,” she reached out to hand him a bar of soap, “and try to make yourself more comfortable here. I’ll make us some lunch.” She turned and walked back to the house.
Beau approached the stone shower platform. He first put a foot on it and confirmed that it was indeed hot. One of his hands held the bar of soap and the other held his towel closed. He surveyed his surroundings. No place for the soap without getting dirty. Fuck it all. Beau ripped the towel from his body and hung it on the pipe’s hook. He immediately noticed the feeling of the warm sun on his bare ass. Beau twisted the spigot and immediately dove under the cold water, gasping as it hit his chest.
As strange as it was being naked outside in the middle of the day, Beau liked the feeling of the hot sun and cool water hitting his body at the same time. He closed his eyes and ran the bar of soap over his chest, down his abs to create a lather and lather his cock.
“Hey, I forgot, do you have any food allergies I should know about?” Sarah stood a few meters away from the boy.
“Jesus! You scared the shit out of me, ” Beau exclaimed as he quickly covered his cock and balls with both hands. “I’m naked here!”
Sarah laughed. “Honey, if you’re thinking that you and I are going to share a house for three months and I’ll never see you naked — especially with this setup — then you’re dreaming. Well, I don’t mind I can assure you, you have nothing , what I haven’t seen before. Now stop acting like an idiot and answer my question.”
Bitch don’t mess around, thought Beau. He could respect that. He moved his hands to his sides and let his cock swing freely. Damn, maybe she would even tell her friends about his cock. “Nah, I’m good with everything.”
“Everything I needed to know. Make sure you clean that big ol’ thing up all over, ” she said, pointing at his cock and giggling at how the boy involuntarily looked down at it. Sarah smiled and turned to walk away.
Beau looked up and chuckled to himself. This chick was fine. He turned back to the task of lathering his hard body, closing his eyes, hanging his head and letting the water run down his back, feeling it run down his lower back and off his butt. It feels good. Lacking shampoo, he ran some soap through his hair and closed his eyes tightly. Rubbing his head, Beau heard footsteps in the grass, approaching from behind.
“I said I have no allergies!” Beau chuckled to himself.
“That’s all right, boy. But I didn’t ask.”
Beau was startled by the male voice approaching him from behind. He jumped and spun around, wiping the soap from his eyes – his hands unable to cover his cock – and blinked at the man facing him.
The man was older than Beau’s aunt; he appeared to be in his late 30s or early 40s. Spots of gray punctuated his light brown hair. The man was tall; even taller than Beau. It was also built. But the man’s muscles weren’t like Beau’s, the result of careful modeling at the gym. Beau could tell at first glance that the man’s physique was the result of years of hard manual labor. The effect was accentuated by the man’s clothing: dark, threadbare jeans, dirty work boots , and a tattered t-shirt. He also wore a stern expression. “Who the hell are you?” he asked Beau in a deep, serious voice.
“Er, my name is Beau…” the boy replied, still a bit dazed, his hands cupped to his face. Beau had no idea who the man was or why he was there. In his confusion he had forgotten his nakedness. He quickly remembered and lowered his hands to cover his manhood. “Uh, Sarah’s nephew…”
“Hmph.” The man shrugged. “I saw her a few weeks ago and she didn’t mention that you would be here. But okay. I was driving back down the old feeder road,” he gestured, his strong arm tanned from time in the sun, “and I saw someone using Sarah’s shower who the fuck wasn’t here. Wanted to make sure she was okay. Boy, what the hell are you doing?” The man motioned toward Beau’s hands, which were trying to protect his cock.
“Uh, you know, I’m naked, so…”
“You are among men, boy. act like that Stand up straight, for heaven’s sake. arms to the side. What are you, nineteen? Twenty? Old enough to stand like a man.”
Beau carefully removed his hands from his cock and let it hang. He threw back his shoulders and stood straight, hands at his sides. He wasn’t sure who the hell that was, but something about the man’s commanding voice was a powerful indicator that Beau didn’t want to know what would happen if he disobeyed. “I’m eighteen.”
“Old enough to know how to address the elders properly, lad. You will call me ‘sir’.”
“Yes sir.” Who the hell was this guy? He wasn’t used to being called “boy”. “Who are you? Uh, sir?” He felt ridiculous standing naked in front of the man while the water continued to pound against his bare bottom.
“Henry.” The man held out his hand. He stifled a smile when the naked boy hesitated to shake him. These big, dumb teenagers were all the same: they just talked until they met someone who wouldn’t take their shit . “I live down the street . I’m a friend of Sarah’s. What brings you to our city?”
“I, uh, had some problems at home. Also in school. Discipline? Would you say so?
“Mmm. Listen, boy.” The man leaned forward and placed his hand on Beau’s chin, pushing his head up. He could feel the boy tense, but he knew even he wouldn’t be stupid enough to fight back. “I know your type. Big dumb troublemaker out to mess around with no regard for anyone . Your aunt is a good woman, and if you hurt her, you will answer me.
Beau was breathing hard. He was really afraid of what this man might do to him. The man’s hand felt like steel against his jaw. He was aware now that he was naked and vulnerable. The thought of the man’s hand on one of his more sensitive spots made him wince. “Y-yes, sir. I don’t want to cause any trouble for Sarah, sir.”
“Mmm.” The man’s gaze bored into Beau’s. “See you don’t, boy.” He withdrew his hand from the boy with a sharp movement. ” Otherwise I’ll hear about it.” He put his hands on his hips and looked the boy up and down. “Now you finish cleaning yourself or stop wasting water.”
“Uh, I think I’m done, sir.” Beau had been naked and had too many people staring at him, and he had just arrived. He looked forward to at least wrapping his towel around himself again. He turned and turned off the tap. Realizing the man was still looking at him, he grabbed his towel .
“Now get your ass in.” The man landed a hard punch on Beau’s sizeable ass.
The force of the blow caused Beau to stumble off the platform and drop his towel in the dirt. “What the-” He looked at the man in shock, his cock swaying from the activity.
“You’re not very coordinated, are you, boy?” The man let out a laugh. “I barely tapped you! We will work on it. Now don’t put that dirty thing on,” he pointed to the towel on the floor. “Just shove your stupid ass in and tell your aunt I said hi.” With that, Henry turned and began walking back to his truck. He smiled to himself, knowing he wasn’t done with the boy yet.
Beau stood naked on the grass, the sun shining on his body, a warm breeze caressing his balls as he watched the man leave. He was dazed from the experience. Who did this guy think he was? What was that to him? Why had Beau allowed herself to be abused like this? Beau still felt the stinging in his butt from the man’s punch and rubbed the spot gently with his fingertips. He reached for the towel on the floor but hesitated before touching it. He remembered the man’s command. Beau spun around and walked naked into his aunt’s house.
It was a muggy, smoky night at Hernando’s, and I and the other two boys had been dancing to the music for twenty minutes on the small stage. I already had the ten-gallon hat, the pinto pony vest, the cowboy boots, and the low-slung belt, and the six-gun holsters with the even lower-slung eight-inch gun dangling between them, and nothing else on, as I felt my hand on the ankle of one of my boots.
The guy clinging to my boot looked cooler than a cucumber despite the heat and smog and despite wearing a suit – a finely tailored navy pinstriped silk Brooks Brothers suit that was tailored close to his well-tailored body . He looked like money everywhere. His pale blue dress shirt was as fine and fitted to the perfect curves and curves of his body as fine and snug as his suit, and the gold studs in his shirt cuffs and Rolex watch glittered in the light from the strobe lights overhead. He showed me a set of ultra -white , perfectly capped teeth in a full-lipped, sensual mouth. He also showed a fifty dollar bill.
After getting my attention by grabbing my boot as I moved above him on stage, stroking myself, not far from giving the crowd the thrill they wanted to see, he screamed through the loud music and the noise of the cat up to me calls and outdated suggestions. “You fuck me? More of this if it’s good for me.”
fifty dollars? His tie alone was worth four times as much. An insult. The plumbers and electricians who sat around him got offers twice as high. I crouched down and squirted my load all over the nice lapels of his $800 Brooks Brothers suit, and then that night I went home and fucked my bass-voiced friend until he was singing soprano. And I did it for free.
Three nights later I was at my other evening job, the more humiliating one, as a car dealer at the Honeywell Hotel. There they forced me to wear a monkey suit; I prefer my cowboy outfit to Hernando’s. It was air conditioned and I was watched wearing it. I liked being watched; I was built to be watched. Here at Honeywells I was invisible; just part of the service, getting in and out of the hotel in a snap. But here I could at least drive a Porsche Boxster jockey – at least to the parking lot over there in the shade next to and behind the hotel.
I was just thinking about being invisible when a honeyed silver Maserati Quattoporte pulled up to the entrance and got out. . . Hernando’s suit. At least he still noticed me. He immediately understood who I was and I was afraid he would attack me for screwing up his Brooks Brothers — but he didn’t. He was all flashy smiles and knowing looks. And the other day he had been in the slumbery. Tonight he wore a shiny brown Armani suit that was easily worth three times the price of last night’s blue pinstripe, and beneath it he wore an ocher silk shirt, a statement silk tie and diamond cufflinks. All just as expensive and tight-fitting as last night’s suit. The man dripped money. It was almost like I could walk behind him and pick up gold coins as he shot them out of his ass like a bunny with diarrhea.
Two hours later he reappeared through the hotel entrance. Another of the car hoppers grabbed his ticket but hesitated to give it to the guy and looked around until he spotted me. He walked over flashing so big “look what I have and you don’t” smiled at me and handed me the ticket. But he also had $200 in folded fifties in the hand holding the ticket, and he didn’t let go of those hands or mine as he said in a hoarse whisper, “Shall we raise the stakes?”
I was off duty at the time anyway. And two hundred dollars meant a lot to me – obviously a lot more than to him. When driving the Maserati around, I didn’t get out of the driver’s seat; I just leaned forward and opened the passenger door. That was a signal for him, a gauntlet run, so to speak. If we did this thing, I would do the driving. I liked the $200 idea, but if he thought he was going to get away that cheap, he was wrong. Tonight would cost him a whole lot more than $200.
He climbed into the passenger side without hesitation, and I clenched the shift stick and he clenched my fist as I pulled him into the parking lot and back to the corner where I’d parked my Chevy van. I clicked open the sliding side door to the van and the suit climbed in without hesitation, whistling appreciatively. I equipped it for love. smoked windows; bottom, sides and top covered with upholstered sapphire blue velor; Strategically anchored straps here and there and an easily accessible sound system with speakers embedded all around. And this stool. The stool would be introduced to him later.
I told him to take off his shoes at my house – just like in the Orient. And while he did so obediently, I got into the van, took off the hated car jockey’s uniform, left the side door closed, and turned on the sound system. I chose Lebanese music with a good strong beat and a tortured vocalist singing in a way that would drown out almost any howl from the van. I intended to howl there.
The first thing I did was tie the guy’s right wrist to a strap on the ceiling of the van, just behind the front seat. I didn’t want him to go anywhere or feel like he was in charge. He crouched there in his Armani suit, his free hand searching between my thighs.
I slipped the Rolex off his left wrist and after amusing him about how well balanced it was as I hung it on my hard cock and twirled it for him, I threw it into one of his shoes. I didn’t want the money reminded of that while I’m working here. Then I wrenched his fist from my cock, where he’d found a silver mushroom-capped stud that flashed just as brightly in the overhead light as his diamond cufflinks , and strapped his left wrist to the ceiling.
took it off, unzipped it, and peeled the Armani pants and Calvin Klein knickers off his legs. And I wasn’t sensitive. I heard a crack and so did he, but neither of us showed that we cared. I moved resolutely and he was already wide – eyed and making small gasping noises and murmured moans . He had already seen my eight inches in full erection. He knew what I packed for him.
There he was crouched on his knees now, in fine silk socks held up with suspenders below his knees and across his muscular calves, but still fully dressed up in a suit coat, shirt and tie. I crouched between his spread knees, letting my cock crawl under the hem of his shirt and torment his navel while our lips were heavily entangled in a sloppy kiss. I unbuttoned the middle two buttons of his shirt just enough to spread the expensive, rustling silk to reveal a puffed nipple. Then I lowered my head and pushed his tie aside with my chin and worked his nipple with my tongue and teeth through the opening of his shirt.
He moaned for me. Begging to get fucked .
I lifted his legs, one at a time, and tied them to straps on the ceiling toward the back of the van. He was now tied up and hanging like a deer over a campfire, face to the ceiling. I threw a leg over his stomach and placed my hands on the back of the front seat on either side of his head and clicked my silver tail stud against his white teeth until he opened up for me and gave my head. He gave me a good head, moaning and moaning the whole time at my length and width and hardness. He paid for that. He would get that.
When I got bored of that, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and threw my leg back over him. He watched with muddy lust and interest as I opened a side glove compartment and removed a handful of packets of condoms. I opened a packet and rolled a condom over my cock. I then pulled out a leather-trimmed cock ring and wrapped it around the base of my cock. The last item I pulled from the compartment was a small bottle of KY. The whole time he was whimpering for me, asking me to penetrate him.
He then looked a little worried though as I reached up and undid the cuffs on his shirt on both sides and pulled out his diamond cufflinks and then tied them to my cock ring with string. I chuckled that he got his money’s worth with this fuck . But he didn’t seem particularly amused.
He probably thought I would take my time and open him up really well for the fuck. But he was wrong. I soaked my cock in the KY and cummed enough in his hole for my benefit. But then I lined him with my bulbous mushroom cap and pressed his hole and made little forced inputs and pulled back a little and then troubled that tight unfinished hole again. And then, when I got the cap all the way in, I just pushed in and lunged to the ground. And he yelped at the velor blanket and hit a high A that was even stronger and truer than the Lebanese musician did on the background music. And he continued to yelp, first in pain and then in consuming desire as I picked up the beat of the music and fucked and fucked and fucked him.
As I fucked him , I bunched his ocher silk shirt in my fists and literally ripped it off his body, pulling the rags out from under his tie and brown Armani dress coat. The guy didn’t seem to care; He swung his body against my plunging cock to the beat of the music and hummed right along with the Lebanese singer. It came in great bursts long before me.
At some point during the fuck I felt the diamond cufflinks loosen and the thrusts of my cock worked their way up the guy ‘s aisle. The guy made little yapping noises at the extra fiber in his ass diet, but he didn’t object. He didn’t have any objections now other than the possibility that I might stop stroking his ass. Imagining him shitting diamonds the next day or so had me laughing almost mid-fuck. Thinking about it comes close to meaning filthy rich.
When I was exhausted, I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around his torso, feeling the rapid beating of his heart next to mine through the torn ocher silk until he calmed down and I started reloading. He sighed and whispered endearments to me, telling me how good I was and hoping I wasn’t done with him.
I was not finished yet. Not for a long time. This fuck wasn’t expensive enough for this guy.
I let go of both his legs and arms, but I immediately turned him over and reattached his wrists to the straps at the base of the front seat on either side. He didn’t argue. He licked his lips. I gave him exactly what he wanted from me. I pulled up a low velor stool with a hole in the seat and forced the guy onto his abdomen. His cock and balls were put through the hole and he found himself encased in a sheath around his cock and sacks around his balls that were the business end of a cock milking machine. I strapped his hips to the stool so he couldn’t pull his cock out, then turned on the machine. The machine began slowly tightening the sleeve around his cock and curling over it, teasing his cock to fill and discharge. And the sacks around his balls pulled and squeezed together in a fascinating rhythm. He seemed to like that and started moaning almost immediately. He might change his mind after he’d fired the first time and found the machine wasn’t happy with it.
I squatted where he could see me, swapped the used condom for a fresh one, and lathered it with KY. And then I was behind him, making him push his knees wide, wag his butt in the air. I straddled him, my thighs either side of his waist, over his straight thighs, my hands on his shoulder blades. And then I pulled my hips back and thrust my encased cock into him, pumping hard and fast.
He again sang a loud duet with the Lebanese singer to the heavy beat of the music.
I ripped his coat off his back while I fucked him and the stool milked him and I held it in his face and ripped out the lining. He did not care. He was blown away by what I and the stool did to him. I pulled the expensive silk tie around his neck to his back and used it as a rein while doing a bull’s hump rodeo exhibition on his buttocks. I could feel the diamond cufflinks buzzing around inside him, and so could he. I could tell by the passionate screams he let out. The Lebanese singer peaked with his howl, as did the guy and me. The guy shuddered and came and then groaned as he realized the stool wasn’t finished with him. And then I did a cowboy hop and came too.
After a second and then a third ride and constant attention off the stool, I was done with it. I put the stool down and untied him and he just huddled in a whimper of thanks. As a parting gesture, I undid his tie, rolled the used condom off my cock and wiped my cock and then his asshole with the silk tie and stuffed it in his mouth. His look told me he was still in love. As far as I was concerned, I didn’t seem like telling this guy where to put all his money. Still, I figured when the seed was out of his eyes he’d come to his senses and take stock of the damage I’d done to all his expensive stuff and get a little angry.
I put my driver’s clothes back on and made sure he could see where I put the keys to his Maserati. And then I left him there, in the back of my Chevy van, and walked back to the hotel entrance. Within minutes, a burly black man was giving me a ticket and a look, and once I’d rounded his shiny black Mercedes CLS55 AMG, we drove to his penthouse apartment in Upper Town, where I was fucking him silly and he was feeding me breakfast, begging and received my bone a second time and then took me back to the hotel to pick up my now abandoned Chevy van.
Two days later I was dancing on the stage at Hernando’s when I felt a fist tighten around the ankle of my boot. There the suit stared at me with amorous eyes, now outfitted with a $3,000+ black sharkskin Valentino, diamond cufflinks, cleaned and polished and gleaming in the light of the overhead strobe lights — with a wad of hundred-dollar bills in it his other fist. want me again
The waves were perfect off the beach with a popular resort that London visitors in particular happily frequented on summer weekends, although Clay and Butch were stallions in the Cornish town. They worked there summer and winter, although to be honest the summers were very often busier than the slower, more relaxed winters, they boasted of the advantage of one where they had moved knowing they were related. Clay’s dark brown, almost black coat was identified as brown only by his mealy, brown muzzle and softer, brown points, while Butch was a pure black with a strong, white stripe down his face, cutting off with a sharp deviation to the right nostril at the end . A touch of pink softened his nose, although anyone who knew him would have guessed he was the duo ‘s leader .
a busy time , but the surf brothers still found time for each other in the surf when the sun went down, sitting on their boards and relaxing while waiting for the next swell. After all, they only paddled to catch the best waves and spent the rest of the time out there, darting in the breeze and twirling their tails in the water, sitting on their boards. Their weight pushed the fiberglass underwater but still allowed them enough buoyancy to sit while Clay leaned back on his paws and snorted softly.
What someone wouldn’t have seen at first glance, however , was Butch’s paw around his brother’s cock, lightly stroking and teasing him, a hard stick of swarthy stallion flesh protruding from the bottom of his surf pants. They were a popular brand, but any pre-juice that ran down to mark their dark shade would float away in just a moment, forgotten as quickly as it had been consumed. Clay grunted and shook his head, his half-wet mane trying to cling to the side of his neck while still damp, trembling in place.
” Unff …Fuck, Butch…”
Butch grinned.
“You’ve always been such a bitch, little brother.”
Clay shuddered, his cock throbbing and drooling some more precum in direct response. Why did he get so carried away from being called a slut ? It was like his whole body had turned to jelly, he was shaking and trembling, his skin twitching over his muscles, his desire coursing through his body with his heartbeat, pumping hot blood through his body. The coolness of the summer evening and the water, the not too far shore and also the rugged cliffs were not enough to simmer the heat in his body as his brother took control and dominated him so very easily.
As always. Butch was always in control.
The stud jerked throatily as his brother controlled him, stroking his cock and making him throb and nod even more lustfully . A pawjob like this shouldn’t feel as good as he does, the stud’s fingers fold expertly around his thick length, sometimes sliding over his medial ring and sometimes not. It was all under Butch’s control and always his choice.
“I guess a needy cunt like you needs to fucking cum, huh?”
Butch rarely minced his words, and he didn’t hold back when Clay nodded as heat moaned in his cheeks and neck. There was no mistaking the bulge in Butch’s underpants, but he hadn’t been ordered to please him, his whole body on the brink of desire that couldn’t be contained. That’s why he had Butch there to control, take over and dominate him, everything he desired and loved for every single day of his life.
” Unff … Ohhh …Fuck yeah…Please…”
“Please, what, sperm whore?”
Clay shivered and whinnied briefly, the high-pitched sound cutting across the waves, water lapping around his thighs and crotch.
” Mmmph …I want to cum , bro…please…please make me cum.”
He had to beg, although his whimpering rarely got him anywhere. He had to try, sway his hips, tilt his board, although he didn’t care, couldn’t find it in him to worry about something so trivial at the moment. A grunt kept coming from his lips and he turned and turned but obediently stayed where he was, a hiss rising from his brother’s lips.
“Yeah… Yeah you just wanna cum, such a needy whore … Always cum, just one thing on your mind. You’d do anything to get hard, take a load down your throat, paint your face with.” seeds.”
Clay groaned. Oh, that was too much, his cock throbbing, tantalizingly teasing him on the edge as if crossing the point of no return – but his brother was too cautious for that . Despite his harsh words, he was a stud who knew exactly what his brother wanted and needed, pulled back, held him there, and pumped his cock on that insane brink of orgasm. It would have been so easy just to get rid of Clay, the precum dripping glob after glob down the length of his exhilarating shaft.
There were far more enticing pleasures out in the surf, forgotten waves, rising needs. As much as Clay whimpered and begged, his brother wouldn’t let him hit it so high, passion rose, fell, up and down, just like the ebb and flow of the tide.
But the tides weren’t under her own control, and neither was Clay in the same vein and flow of water. He didn’t want to be either because his cock stayed rock hard, throbbing, aching, nuts churning, his brother left him there, trembling with excitement.
“Not today, bitch.” Butch taunted him, pulling his surf pants out of the way to expose and free his hard erection, a ebony shaft with a bulging flare at the top already marked with fresh precum. “Now… suck it all down.”
Even though his cock was still hard and lusting so much, Clay knew all he could do was obey. And it made his heart pound even harder .
He would do anything for his brother. Forgoing even his own climax, hornier and needier than ever, forgetting the swells of the waves as they swayed in the surf, a hard length that finds an equally wanton slutty snout.
That’s where Clay belonged.
I am a male in my forties and very happily married to my wife Joan. my name is jim We have been married for 15 years now and have two boys aged 8 and 10. I am an insurance agent and I have my own business. Joan works at City Hall as a clerk. We are very involved in neighborhood groups, PTA, YMCA etc. We have an active social life. This wonderful life almost collapsed one night.
My wife and children are unaware of my bisexuality. Ever since I was 14 I have had a desire to have sex with men. Sex with a man gives me different satisfaction than sex with a woman. it’s just sex No love in the game. I love sucking a nice cock and feeling the cum shoot into my mouth. I have been extremely careful to keep my secret life safe from my wife and family.
When my need for male sex is strong, I usually go to a longtime friend and we please each other. I also like variety and that’s how I get into the bisexual chats and mostly find a new friend to have sex with. I’ve been doing this since I married Joan with no one getting any wiser.
About two months ago I met a guy on the chats who lives in the next town. His name is Don. We chatted for some time and seemed compatible with each other. He said he was studying to be a hairdresser. After a few days of chatting, he invited me to his house. I told Joan I was going out for a while, kissed her and the kids and drove to Don’s house.
After having a beer, we relaxed on his couch and started undressing each other. He clicked on an adult movie on the TV and while we watched I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He was well built with washboard abs. As he took off my shirt I undid his fly and his wonderful very hard cock came into view. He was circumcised and had a small pre-cum bead on top. I lowered my head and licked the sweet liquid. Meanwhile, Don had my jeans down to my ankles and was licking my 8 inch hard cock. He licked it up and down the length and I felt it throbbing against his tongue.
I suggested moving into his bedroom, but he said, “No, I want you right now!”
So we got completely naked and rolled onto the floor. We went into a 69 position and sucked each other’s cocks. His was about 6 inches and so delicious! He tried to deepthroat me but I heard him gag and he backed away a little. I hadn’t come for over a week and my brain was overloaded.
“Take it slow, Don,” I said. “I’m about to come.” It slowed down and I was able to hold back my orgasm for a while.
By now I was really enjoying the taste of his cock. I love deep throat and so I did it a lot. I was amazed that he could hold his cum for so long knowing what a good job I did on him. He felt my ass and stroked my balls. His mouth felt so good on my cock. We could hear each other slurping as we sucked. Soon I felt my cum rising from my tight balls.
“Can’t take it anymore Don, your mouth feels so good.” I said.
“Let it come,” he murmured around my cock.
I felt my cum rush into Don’s mouth. My orgasm went through my whole body. I was tingling all over. It was good. I could hear Don swallow and slurp as my cum filled his mouth. He held my now softening cock in his mouth while he swallowed. Then he licked my cock and balls and cleaned me up.
Don was still hard as a rock when I got to my knees as he lay on his back. I bent down and took his cock back into my mouth. I sucked him deeply a few times and felt his cock enter my throat. Every time I did this, Don moaned in ecstasy. He reached up and put his hands on the back of my head, forcing me deeper (as if I needed to be forced). I knew he was about to come as he wailed “Ahhhh.” I backed away just a little so I could taste his cum. I felt his cock throbbing as he started squirting cum. The first shot hit my roof of the mouth, the second hit my throat and the rest of his cum covered my tongue. I enjoyed it. After sucking him dry, I held his cock in my hands and tilted my head to let Don’s seed slide down my throat.
Just as I did, the front door opened. My head snapped up and turned around. Cum ran over my lips and dripped down my chin. I stared at Richard Henley!
Richard Henley is the local barber who cuts my hair and almost everyone else’s hair. He knew me and my wife well and he was the biggest gossip in town.
He looked at us and we sat there in shock.
“Ah ah, I just brought back Don’s clippers; I had them sharpened for him.” Richard stuttered. “I knocked. I guess you didn’t hear me.”
I finally got out of the shock and Don and I quickly got dressed. There was nothing to say to explain what we were doing. It was obvious. My thoughts swirled. “I’m lost,” I thought to myself. “Everything is ruined. How could I commit to this? Joan will surely leave me and my sons will disown me.” I was devastated.
Richard looked at us and said, “Everyone has different tastes. I know you must be afraid I’ll tell people what I saw, but don’t worry. I can keep a secret.”
Don and I looked at each other. We both thought, “Bullshit!” Don was single and his friends knew he was bi, so he was fine with it.
Richard left and Don apologized for leaving his door unlocked. I drove home with a heavy heart. Should I come in and tell Joan what I’ve been doing all these years? Should I lie and say I was just curious and wanted to try it? Any choice would likely end our marriage. I decided to do nothing and drop the chips where they wanted.
Every day after that I expected Joan to greet me in horror. Every day that passed I was a wreck. We went to church on Sunday and I felt terrible. I looked at each parishioner and asked myself, “Does he know? Does she know? Every day I waited for the other shoe to fall.
Surprisingly, several weeks passed and nothing unusual happened. Did Richard really intend to keep the secret? Knowing Richard, I didn’t think he could do that. Of course I refrained from contacting any men. I became the well mannered husband and father. Joan didn’t seem to notice.
Then one day Joan came home from a meeting at the library with her reading group.
“Honey,” she said, “do you know Fred Parks very well?”
I didn’t, so I said, “I know he’s on the school board, but I’ve never met him.”
“Well, he wants to see you about something,” she said. “I told him you would call him.”
Suddenly I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. “Oh my god,” I thought. “School Authority. He needs to know!” I started to sweat.
“Are you okay?” asked Johanna.
“Yeah, I guess I’m having a hot flash, ha ha,” I said nervously.
I walked down the hall to my office and sat at my desk. I called Fred Parks, holding the phone with a trembling hand.
“Hello,” came a woman’s voice.
“Oh, hello. Is Mr Parks there?’
“Who may I say is calling?”
“This is Jim Whitman,” I said softly. “Mr. Parks wanted to speak to me.”
“Oh yes of course. I’ll get him. Hold on.”
I sat there feeling sick. I really thought I was going to throw up any second.
After what felt like an eternity, I heard: “Hello Whitman?”
“Y-yes, you wanted to talk to me?”
“Can you come to my house in the morning?” He asked. “Say ten o’clock?”
“Sure,” I stammered, “why do you want to see me?”
“Well,” he said, “it’s not a matter for us to discuss over the phone.”
“I’ll be there,” I said weakly.
I opened my liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Jack Daniels. I’m not a big drinker, but I needed this. I held the bottle to my mouth and took a big gulp. I closed my eyes and slumped back in the chair. After another sip, I began to calm down. The next day was Saturday. I should take my boys to the park and throw baseballs. Well, that would have to be postponed. I went to bed hoping I could sleep.
The pounding in my head woke me up. Great I thought. Exactly what I need today. After Alka-Seltzer and coffee I started to feel better. I drove to Frank Park’s house. He greeted me at the door and invited me in. He said that Mrs. Parks was visiting her family. We sat in his cave. He offered a drink but I declined.
Steeling myself for what was to come, I said, “You seem to be discussing something serious with me, so let’s get to the point.”
He smiled and said, “Jim, I know you’re bisexual.”
There! There it was. I was ashamed to hear him say that. So now I knew the other shoe had been dropped! I sat there and said nothing for a while. Neither does he. He just looked at me with a stupid grin on his face.
Finally I got tired of the look on his face and asked: “So what happens now? am i ruined Will you speak to Joan?”
Fred Parks rose from his chair and slowly walked towards me. He reached down and placed his hand on my crotch. Then he knelt down in front of me and undid my fly. I was shocked and relieved at the same time. He reached in and pulled out my cock, it was soft of course. He gently put his hands under my balls and brought his face to my cock. He turned his head and rested his cheek against the shaft of my cock. I closed my eyes Fred then unbuckled my belt and started pulling my jeans down. I lifted my butt to help him. When my jeans, boxer shorts, shoes and socks were off, he took my now semi-hard cock in his mouth. When I got to full hardness, he lifted his head and said, “It’s been so long.”
After sucking on me for a while, Fred led me into the bedroom. We undressed and climbed onto his king bed. He took me greedily in his mouth again and seemed like in heaven as he lovingly kissed and sucked my cock and licked my balls.
Mr. Parks was about 60 years old. He had a belly and quickly went bald. His mouth, however, was wonderful. He lifted his head from me and turned to the bedside table. Then he removed his dentures, both upper and lower jaws. He grinned toothlessly at me and said, “You’re going to love this.” When his mouth returned to my cock, it was amazing! Just like a nice juicy cunt, only with a tongue licking up and around my grateful cock. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the best sucking I’ve ever had in my life. With my eyes closed, I didn’t know if he was pumping it up and down or just sucking it. It felt unbelievably incredible. It seems I was awash in his sucking. My whole body felt this wonderful feeling. It wasn’t long before I patted his head and told him I was coming. He kept his lovely mouth on my cock and moaned “Mmmm” while nodding his head. He squeezed my balls and my cum shot like a bullet into his eager mouth. Again and again my sperm jet was sucked out of me. I could see his throat tighten as he swallowed again and again. Finally, as my orgasm subsided, he sucked me dry and cleaned me with his tongue.
Grateful for the wonderful pleasure he had given me, I took his cock in my hand and started taking it in my mouth. He pushed me away.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said. “You might not believe it, but I’ve probably had more fun than you. I haven’t sucked a cock in over 20 years. As a teenager I was bi, but I fought back. I tried to convince myself it was the wrong thing. i wasn’t gay I hated myself when I had sex with a man. But the feeling of sucking a cock has never left my mind. When I heard you were into it, I couldn’t help it. I had to call you.”
“Well you scared me to death. I thought you wanted to expose me to the community. I was petrified!”
“I apologize for that. It never occurred to me to do that. In fact, I hope we can do it again.”
“Well, Fred,” I said, “I don’t care how grateful you are; I want to suck your cock.”
I looked and saw that he was half hard. He smiled and lay back on the bed. I started licking his balls. My tongue found its way to his asshole and I licked there as well. He sighed. I ran my tongue over his hardening cock, up and down a few times. He was about 5 inches tall. I opened my mouth and took it all in. I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of my throat. I shut my mouth over it, pushing with my tongue and pressing his cock against the roof of his mouth. I held his cock in that pressure cooker for a while and then started pulling back while continuing the pressure.
As my mouth reached the tip of his cock he screamed, “Oh wow he said you were good. I had no Idea. I’m coming with Jim. Take my cum, take it all Ahhhh.”
I felt his cum on my tongue. It was very salty. I swallowed it quickly.
Relieved, at least temporarily, I drove home. There was still time to shag some balls with my sons. A very interesting day came to an end.
Fred and I got together a few times over the weeks. Once we had a threesome with Don. That was hot! One Monday morning I went to the bank to make my weekly deposit. While I was standing by the teller’s cage, the vice president of the bank came over and asked if he could speak to me. I finished my business with the teller and followed him to his office.
“Jim,” he said, “remember that loan you applied for a few months ago? You wanted to expand your business. We had to turn you down because your investments were quite diversified.”
I wondered what this was all about and said, “Yes, I was disappointed, but I understand why I was rejected.”
“Well,” he said, “there might be a re-examination.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, I had a conversation with Fred Parks. You know he’s one of the bank’s trustees. He asked us to review your application and convinced me to grant you the loan on one condition.
“And what would that be?” I asked suspiciously.
“I think you can imagine what I mean,” he said with a wicked grin. “Come to my house this Saturday. The wife and children will be gone.”
I couldn’t believe this was happening. Was the whole damn town bisexual? I felt blackmailed by the bank’s vice president, but why should I complain? The problem was that I was getting more male sex and not caring about my wife very much. I was at his house on Saturday. He invited me in and led me to his bedroom. He undressed and lay on the bed, his stiff cock pointing at the ceiling. It was enormous. I guessed at least ten inches, maybe bigger.
“Don’t undress Jim,” he said, I don’t care about your cock and I just want your mouth on mine.”
I climbed onto the bed and held his monster in my hand.
“I hear you give a great deep throat,” he said.
“I don’t know how much I can take from this giant,” I said.
“Well, I hope you don’t disappoint me. I haven’t written your check yet.”
I opened my mouth and started walking on his cock. man he was huge.
“My wife tries to please me but she can’t take half of my cock. You have to take everything.”
I took his large balls in my hands and slowly began to move my mouth towards them. It filled my mouth damn well, it was so thick. I lowered my head inch by inch and took a deep breath. As I felt the enormous tip of his cock enter my throat, I pulled back and took another deep breath. Again I forced more of him down my throat; again I had to withdraw. There was about three inches I couldn’t get in.
“Don’t give up now, Jim. I want you to take everything,” he said.
Now it became a challenge for me. I backed away again, but only an inch, took a deep breath, and lunged hard at it! I’m almost there. I had to breathe. When I pulled away and gasped, he said, “Man, you’re good, you almost made it. Try again, just about an inch more.”
I rested for a moment. “You’re a challenge,” I told him.
“You can do it. I heard you’re the best.”
“If I survive this,” I said, “I want this check signed and in my hand before I go.”
He laughed, “If you can take me all the way, you’ve got a deal.”
Steeling myself for the challenge again, I took several deep breaths and then dove back under. It was easier this time; it was so wet with my saliva and his precum. I felt the head slide back down my throat. Then I quickly forced myself onto that tail. I did it! I felt his pelvic bone against my nose. I felt his pubic hair around my lips. Just as I was about to retire, he came! Streams of cum shot straight down my throat. I just managed to get my head out of my throat and took a deep breath through my nose. His cum kept shooting into my mouth. It started coming out of my nose. It rolled off my lips. I took my mouth completely off his cock and he was still squirting. He held his shaft and shot all over my face. As his orgasm returned, he squeezed one last drop onto my lips.
“It was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had,” he exclaimed. “You’re better than any cunt I’ve ever had. You have tremendous talent.”
I was glad that I had satisfied him so, but my jaw hurt and his cum was still running down my throat. He got dressed and I used his bathroom to wash my mouth and remove the cum from my face and neck. As he led me out, he handed me the check. It was a thousand dollars more than I asked for.
“You don’t have to pay the thousand back,” he said, “but I want you to do that to me again sometime.”
Without complying with his request, I left and drove home.
It’s muggy. 4 p.m. in the middle of summer. A one bedroom apartment and a broken fan. My clothes stick to my body. And I crave cock.
I know who to call. I send the short message. And pray with the dazed fervor that only this heat can inspire that he be free. A reply five agonizing minutes later: get ready.
I’m already getting hard as I drag myself into bed. Salivation. Want.
The next twenty minutes are agony in confirmed expectation. When he finally knocks, I can feel the first moisture escaping.
He enters (it is always unlocked for him). A hot draft wafts through the room. It’s not just the outside. His whole mass stops in front of my bed. I look up to him. The tight navy blue uniform . The thick arms stick out. The heavy chest. That square, scruffy face, still in sunglasses.
Hungry today, he says. I nod. He goes to the windows to close the shutters. I admire that round, tight ass . do you want it naked
He’s back, right in front of my face. begging, he says. Please, I say and look into his expressionless face. The thick lips twist into a smile. Please, I don’t want to beg today, I just need it, I’m open.
He nods, almost imperceptibly. He loosens his belt, undoes his shirt buttons, walks on. I feel the heat from him on my face, being pulled forward. He unzips and drops his pants. I gasp at his big bulge in tight panties. His thick shaft reaches to his hips. I stretch out my hand, but he slaps my hands away. Instead he grabs my head and buries it in his crotch. I sniff, feel myself drool, feel the wetness of the fabric, see it darkened with sweat and, I hope, its precum.
Finally, he loosens his grip on my head and lowers my waistband. His cock pops out and I feel myself licking a second time. His perfect tool, long, curved and made for my mouth. Honey brown on its veined shaft, bright pink on its fat tail head. I stuff it into my mouth greedily. get it wet Start sucking.
He moans, that’s the confirmation I needed. I suck deeper, feeling it slide down my throat. Feeling incredibly hard, my cock being crushed underneath as I suck it and rub myself. It’s uncomfortable, excruciating , but I keep going. His cock in my mouth is the real reward.
And he wants it there. That’s a good boy, he says, taking off his sunglasses and looking at me intently. Suck it deep. He moans louder. In between I look him in the eye. Run my tongue around the thick cock head. Tease the underside of his crest. Silently ask him for more. And he does. Those fat palms are on my head. You start pushing down. The hips slowly move and fuck my face.
I suppressed the urge to gag. Expand my throat, let it all in. My lips soon brush against his pubic hair. I can feel his balls on my lower lips. I reach for them. attack her His moans deepen and he pushes my hands away. Instead I cling to his ass . Knead his tight ass cheeks through his wet panties. He lets her rest.
He moves faster. Slurping sounds fill the air as his cock slides in and out of my wet mouth. Every now and then he pushes in deep and holds my head down. He doesn’t let go until my fingers dig into his ass too painfully . When he lets go, I gasp and pick him up again.
Will fill you up soon, he says. I agree; it comes out muffled. If he lets go for a little bit, please, please give it to me. are you ready bitch Another muffled groan. Then open wide.
He fucks faster now. His grip on my hair is almost painful. I adjust my grind and want to cum at the same time. He notices and slaps my butt , just once. It feels heavenly. But I’m concentrating. suck deeper Feel his cock swell. Enjoy this almost shrill moan. The first taste of his seed.
And then the explosion.
Wave after wave of hot cream. I have trouble swallowing everything. Some escape the sides of my mouth. And he keeps squirting. And moans like a rabid bull. I’m on the edge And as he pushes my mouth in one last time to suck out the last drop, I succumb. Feel the sudden wetness as I apply lotion. Waves of pleasure along with the heavy force still weighing on my head. I tense up uncontrollably, squirming on the bed. Only my head is still and attached to his tail.
He pushes me away and I fall back onto my bed, still groggy. I watch as he slides his panties over the still hard cock. The pants are ready, and the shirt. He takes his sunglasses and smiles. You did well, he says. I’m shivering. He shows up. I watch that perfect ass move away. Try to fall asleep in my dirty hot mess. The door slams.
It’s muggy again.
I looked at the little emo fag kneeling between my stocky legs and couldn’t help but wonder how lucky I was. He was clad only in black and white striped knee-high socks and fingerless, elbow-length gloves. His teased hair fell to his dainty shoulders and had pink strands running through it just as my strong fingers got tangled in it. His mascara ran because he was choking on my cock a little too soon, but I didn’t mind. He was patting my thighs and I knew he needed to breathe so I released him to let him cough and gasp before forcing him right back onto my cock. He smiled up at me the best he could with a cock down his throat and I knew he knew I had to win this battle of wills.
I ripped it off my penis before picking it up, throwing it on the bed and going into town to lick his boi pussy hidden between his fat ass cheeks. He moaned and moaned as I shoved my tongue deeper into his asshole, knowing he would soon be ready for my cock.
“Eat me you shit!” he yelled while pinching one of my hard nipples on my broad, muscular chest. “Get me ready for your huge ass cock! I can’t allow myself to have my precious holes hurt by my brutal slave now!” and I began to be more enthusiastic in my efforts to eat him, eager to please.
Oh you heard right. He is the one controlling this relationship. I was the tall strong built slave, he was my petite emo strong butt master and if I didn’t please him tonight he said he would never fuck my bunghole again. This may sound strange, but I loved the feel of his emo donger in my kinky asshole, but he loved being the one to take my cock and only fuck my ass when I was an extremely good boy. However, the reason for that threat was that the last time he blew me I cummed in his throat too early and as punishment almost lost my privilege of having his cock up my ass unless I did might make him cum first before releasing my semen inside him. He was finally ready enough for me and I rolled him onto his back and spread his thin long legs, resting the tip of my penis against his rim before looking up and asking for permission, which he gave.
I forced him in all at once and he cried out a rather erotic moan, “YES! Your cock feels so good! Such a good whore that you can get balls deep in me so fast. Now pound my ass. Make me cum so mad I want to get pregnant from your cum.” I did as I was told and grabbed his girlish hip; I love the sound of our pounding skin. I wish I could bind him to me by impregnating him because I knew that if he bored me he could leave me any day…but that was a fear better not to think about at that moment.
He hugged me as he wrapped his legs around my waist and I grunted, “You feel so good. You’re the best!” The feel of his socks against my sides was a feeling that brought back memories of our past fuck sessions and made this moment even more special to me.
“Oh, I know. I also know that you can’t get enough of me. I can’t get enough of you either.” He did the rare thing of wrapping his arms around my neck before kissing me furiously. I realized almost right then and there how perfect it all was. As he broke the kiss, he just grinned as I pounded into him faster. I was close, but I had to let him come first so I didn’t lose.
He let out a groaning groan that signaled he was getting closer than I thought. Then I felt a wetness hit my abs and I knew it was coming and coming often.
“Fill me with your cum you bastard! Don’t you DARE stop pounding me until I get all the cum in my ass! I kept hitting him, but I let myself fall into his hole.
He mumbled some gibberish about getting him pregnant and feeding him, but I couldn’t understand anything else as I penetrated him. I started kissing his throat, hoping to leave a hickey or two while pinching his nipples. This time I felt another jet hit my chest and I knew my cum was making its cum again, filling me with manly pride.
After a while I started to slow my cock spitting and thrusting into him until I finally stopped and turned us very much so that he was on my chest with my cock still inside him.
He was calm and I knew it was because he was passed out with pleasure like I always do when I’m so excited about our lovemaking. I kissed his forehead lovingly before whispering the words I could only say if he didn’t know: “I love you.”
Then I winced as he hugged me and grinned up at my blushing face, “I love you too baby.” He moved to my mouth and kissed me before his smile grew into a real smile, “and I really mean that.”
I felt my cock twitch and he let out such a sweet little moan, “Not yet! My future husband is so impatient!” I paused and stared at him again in shock, “That’s right. I want to marry you, you hot fucker.
“Well I guess my plans for our wedding anniversary next week will be wasted too,” I giggled and he kissed me before rubbing his ass, making us both moan.
“Okay. I’m ready again Fuck your fiancé again.”
“As long as you promise to fuck me for my anniversary present,” I said, pressing his hips against mine.
“Alright. Just let me ride you.” He pouted at me.
“With pleasure.”
It had been 8 years since they all left university. Back then they were a band of brothers, inseparable. 6 boys all living under one roof. The house was an absolute disaster as one would expect when 6 college aged men live together. The front door had been smashed in, and to “fix” it, Dylan had just drilled a few screws in place to hold the door permanently closed and told everyone to enter through the side door.
They had a lot of parties. Keg parties, all of which they conveniently invited far more women than men to, hoping to increase their chances. Mike and Dylan always got on well with women. Ravi landed a really hot girl and quickly locked her up with girlfriend status. Thomas and Dennis, well, they didn’t do that well. Thomas always hit the hots but hit it off and ended up with an ugly girl by the end of the night. Dennis, on the other hand, never gave up on the dream of landing a 10. As such, he was always alone at the end of the night.
Finally there was Danny. Danny didn’t answer at all. Small and slight, with light brown hair and green eyes that were wide and wide, giving him an innocent, almost childlike look. Girls loved him… as a friend. He was always described by the women as “such a good listener”. Mike, Dylan and Ravi felt sorry for Danny and often tried to set him up with some girls, but Danny always ended up spending the whole night talking to them instead of getting in their panties.
That was more than 8 years ago though, and after college they had gone their separate ways. They still made a pact to meet at least once a year for a boy’s weekend. Just the boys, none of the wives. Mike, Thomas and Ravi had all married, Ravi to the beauty he dated at university. Dylan was still attracting the ladies and enjoying the single life. Dennis was still waiting for a “10” and spent so many frustrating nights alone with his hand. Danny was still single and still not getting pussy. However, that didn’t mean he wasn’t having sex.
This year, the boys decided to make it an extra long weekend and meet up at a Gulf of Mexico resort in Texas. To cut costs, they booked three rooms, each with two single beds. Ravi and Dennis would share one room, Dylan and Thomas would share the other, and Mike and Danny would share the third room.
They arrived in close succession on Thursday afternoon. Despite Dylan’s suggestion that they have “an easy night the first night” so they don’t all end up hungover by Friday, the boys were soon knocking back beers and joking about the old days. They chatted and laughed about the time when Dennis, trying to move 6 kegs into place in his tiny hatchback, ended up having one roll out of his half-open trunk and colliding with a parked Cadillac down the road. Thomas almost peed laughing when Dylan told the story of Ravi’s attempt to break into the school’s bell tower to change the time on the clock faces as a prank.
They also told new stories. Dylan shared some stories from his late nights in New York City, while Ravi and Thomas shared tales of the craziness of living in the suburbs with families on the go. Dennis tried to tell a story about a hot girl he’d dated, but the guys were suspicious, and Dennis relented under intense questioning, admitting that he hadn’t actually dated a lingerie model.
Then Dylan shared a story about a weekend in San Francisco where he met Mike. Mike groaned and urged Dylan not to say it, but that made the other boys want to hear it more.
Before Mike was married, a girl approached him. They started kissing and Mike put his hand on her shirt and played with her small breasts and sensitive nipples. She moaned in pleasure and slipped her hand into his pants, grabbing his hard cock. Mike slides his hand up her skirt expecting a dripping pussy only to find a rock hard erection.
“Jesus, Mike, I didn’t know you were into those guys!” Ravi said, laughing.
“Hey, if you saw this chick you would have had no idea it was a guy. I’m not right, Dylan,” Mike said, trying to defend himself.
Dylan nodded. “He was a handsome guy, that’s for sure.”
Thomas stopped laughing long enough to ask, “So, did you take him home and give him the business?”
Mike laughed and shook his head. “No, the action stopped right there. However, I’ll admit my cock was so hard that I had to go back to the hotel and run off to relieve some tension.”
“I bet you were thinking about that crossdresser,” Dylan said.
“Fuck off,” Mike said, but not in a mean way, just like good friends teasing each other.
The boys all laughed. Danny laughed too, but his mind was racing too and blood was rushing to his crotch.
Later that evening, the boys had split up. Dylan was out hunting girls and took Dennis and Thomas with him. Even though he wasn’t planning to since he was married, Thomas was supposed to be the wingman because Dennis was so hopeless at it. Ravi had downed 3 tequilas in quick succession and then stumbled into bed.
Mike and Danny stayed at the bar, slowly sipping their last beer. Mike was very drunk at this point, feeling dizzy and a little unsteady.
“Mike, can I ask you a question?” said Danny.
“You just did,” Mike said, and laughed. Then, realizing the joke wasn’t actually that funny, he paused and said, “Yeah sure, what’s that?”
“When you left San Francisco after making out with the tranny, what were you thinking about?”
Had Mike been sober, he probably wouldn’t have said what he said next. In his drunken state, however, his inhibitions had sunk and telling his pal Danny the truth didn’t seem like a big deal.
“I was thinking how much I’d like to go back there and get that guy to suck my dick,” Mike said. He was serious too. He’d never admitted it to anyone, but somehow he felt comfortable telling Danny. Shit, Mike thought, all the girls were right. Danny is a good listener.
Mike finished his last beer and wished Danny goodnight. “I have to go to sleep,” he said. With that, he wandered upstairs to the room, leaving Danny at the bar with a half-finished beer.
Mike was very drunk, and although he had planned to strip off all his clothes and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in, he only managed to undress before falling over the covers onto the bed and quickly falling asleep.
About half an hour later Danny came into the room. He saw Mike lying completely naked on the bed on the covers. Mike, in his sleeping state and turned semi-hard. It was lying on his thigh, a cute thick cut cock. Danny thought about the last thought Mike had said to him, about what it would have been like to have his cock sucked by that tranny in San Francisco. The thought of it made Danny excited. Danny has always had a thing for Mike. Mike was everything Danny loved in a man. He was athletic and masculine, handsome guy who was straight.
Danny undressed and approached Mike. He gently placed his lips on Mike’s cock and kissed it lightly before starting to run his tongue up and down the shaft. Soon Mike’s tail responded and straightened fully. Danny took the cock completely in his mouth and started sucking it.
Mike woke up feeling something warm and wet working his shaft. He looked down and saw Danny’s light brown hair and large green eyes staring at him.
“You’re sucking my cock,” Mike said, a little startled.
Danny pulled away from Mike’s cock for a moment and said, “You want me to stop?” He didn’t wait for Mike to answer, but put his mouth back on the cock and swallowed it down to Mike’s pubic hair.
Mike thought he was meant to be repelled, but instead he was turned on. He felt his cock getting even harder. He groaned and answered Danny’s question with a humble “No.”
Danny continued to suck Mike’s cock. Mike loved the feel, but he loved watching Danny’s mouth move up and down his shaft even more. When Mike bolted at the thought of the tranny, he figured if he had done anything he would have just closed his eyes and pretended it was a girl giving him head. But now he had a guy on his cock and he loved being able to watch the action.
Danny was on all fours on the bed. Mike moved his head to the side and could see that Danny’s cock had gotten hard. It was small, probably only 4.5 inches, and thin. Danny had shaved around his cock leaving it smooth. Mike was even more aroused when he saw the cock up and down Danny’s flat stomach as Danny’s head bobbed up and down on Mike’s cock.
Mike wanted to taste Danny. He wanted Danny to put his small cock in Mike’s mouth. Mike said, “You know what else I thought about after making out with that tranny. to suck her cock.”
Danny took the hint and shifted around so his hips were positioned around Mike’s face. While Danny continued to suck Mike, Mike took Danny’s cock in his mouth. It felt surprisingly natural to Mike to be in this position. Mike remembered looking at Danny lustfully a few times when they lived together. He had almost forgotten the times, but now they were coming back. The time when Danny and Mike went swimming at the beach and Mike found himself admiring Danny’s ass in his swimming trunks. The time when Danny, thinking no one else was home, had walked out of the shower naked only to meet Mike face to face. Danny had blushed and rushed to his room while Mike watched his butt.
Mike realized he liked Danny because he looked so pretty, feminine, and youthful. Mike also realized that what he actually wanted to do was fuck Danny. He broke his mouth from sucking on Danny’s small cock. He was about to say something about wanting to fuck Danny but then decided on a plan to show him instead. Mike moved his face until his mouth was level with Danny’s asshole and then plunged his tongue into the tight hole. Danny moaned in pleasure, stretched his butt against Mike’s face and began sucking Mike’s cock more savagely.
Mike eats Danny’s back door for a few minutes, leaving it dripping wet and wide open. Mike pulled away from Danny’s asshole and said, “You need to stop sucking my cock. If you don’t, I’ll blow my load, and I really want to cum in your sweet little ass.”
Danny was so excited. He loved a man who took charge. He pulled himself off Mike and let Mike position him. Mike rolled Danny onto his stomach and Mike then laid on top of him. Soon Danny felt Mike enter him. Danny was proficient at anal sex, being the sissy slut he was, so Mike’s cock slid easily into Danny’s gaping hole.
As Mike pounded on Danny, Mike started nibbling on Danny’s neck. Danny turned his head around and Mike planted his lips completely on Danny’s mouth. Danny felt Mike’s tongue parting his lips and soon their tongues were playing with each other as Mike continued pumping into Danny’s sweet ass.
The rubbing of the sheets against Danny’s cock was a pleasure for him, and as Mike fucked him, Danny was about to cum. However, Mike was the first to come. Brought so close to Danny’s mouth, it didn’t take long for Mike’s cock to explode loads of cum deep in Danny’s ass. Mike pulled out of Danny and a small trail of white cum dribbled out of Danny’s asshole and ran down to his scrotum.
Danny turned around and Mike quickly took Danny’s small cock in his mouth. It didn’t take more than 30 seconds for Mike to suck on his cock before Danny squirted loads of cum into Mike’s mouth. Danny wasn’t sure how Mike would react to the cum, but he swallowed it all.
Danny and Mike collapsed naked on the bed and fell fast asleep.
The next morning the phone rang. It was Mike who got up to answer while Danny got up and went to his luggage.
“Hello,” Mike said, exhausted from last night but feeling better than he’d thought given the amount of beer he’d had.
“Hey man,” said the voice. It was Dylan. “We go down for breakfast and then to the beach in 30 minutes. Get your ass out of bed and get up, that other lazy fuck, and let’s bang your head.”
Mike looked up at Danny. From the depths of his pocket, Danny had pulled a dark-haired wig and put it on. He held up a pair of red lace panties and a matching red bra. Mike felt his cock grow at the thought of it.
“Uh, yeah, Danny and I drank a lot last night and we’re really hungover. I think we’ll skip the beach and just stay in the hotel room,” Mike said, then hung up before Dylan had a reply option.
Mike smiled at Danny. “Put on those panties and bra and get your ass over here,” Mike said. Danny smiled as he slipped into the silky panties. This was going to be the best boys’ weekend ever.
