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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.
“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.
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…
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.
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.
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.”
“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.
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’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.
