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webmaster — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 01:44:30 +0000

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His touch was soft and caring as rubbed my shoulders. The lotion was cold causing me to jump softly and his reaction was perfect. Feeling me jump he softly blow on my neck and then began to kiss softly down my neck toward the center of my back. His hands reached around finishing undoing my shirt. It had taken me hours to pick it out and now it fell to the floor. I had hoped this would be the last date we would go on before taking this step, before making love. I mean we had been dating for two months now which is gay time meant two years and only tonight had he finally gotten the hint that I wanted to go farther, or if he had gotten it before he had ignored it.

While I found his behavior refreshing when I looked back at some of the people I had dated before, especially when I remembered the mistakes he had made during one relationship, but this would be different. As my lovers kisses began to cause me to get more and more excited each one causing my penis to become more and more erect. As we stood kissing deeply our hand rushing all over the other bodies exploring each other for the first time. I mean before now I had rushed to this point with one guy or another but this one had be taken everything so slowly that even in the short time we had known each other I know it was love. As he kissed down my chest, he began slowly licking each of my nipples then slightly biting them. Ecstasy rushed trough my spine so I arched forward and he just smiled. As I looked down at him I could only think how perfect he was and how I, just average old me was with him. He was attractive, about 6’3” with perfect camel brown skin, which was smoother, than a baby’s bottom with barely any facial hair and what he did have I loved.

He was a about 185lbs and making it perfect were the way his zigzagging cornrows running along his head, and his hair was so soft. Slowly he began to take me into his mouth his tongue flickering over my cock’s head. Soon I couldn’t help but grasp his head and begin to arch my body back and forth each stroke going deeper and deeper into his mouth. Soon my lover forced my body against the wall and took me as deep into his mouth as he could swallow causing the rear of his mouth to constrict around my rock hard unit and next thing I know I explode in his mouth. I almost didn’t notice as my lovers’ finger creeps past the soft rosy bud of his ass because I looked down as my lover swallowed.

Someone had once told me the difference between like and love was spit and swallow. The pleasure, both mental and physical was too much as I released a moan signaling pure pleasure into the soft air of the night. My lover didn’t accept this as enough as a second finger found its way inside of me and my moans becoming loader and more passionate, I had never made sounds like this before. Then he turned me around, pleasure and even the word ecstasy couldn’t explain how I felt as my lovers tongue entered my hole and sent pulses of pleasure trough my body like shockwaves.

As I felt the body of my lover beginning to rise until we where body-to-body, aware of every inch of the other we slowly kiss our way to the bed, my lover sitting then lifting me into the air onto him. As I lowered myself, taking my lover’s iron rod into me, I push him down and began to ride him steady. My lover put his hands on my hips and I began to rolled my hips taking all of my lover’s cock and balls deep inside. Leaning forward I kisses my lover passionately, biting his lip until he was overcome with passion rolling me over and began to drive himself deeper and deeper inside on my love cavern. My head was hanging from the bed as my lover wraps his hands around his hips gripping the inside on his thigh and pushing hard and fast. Each trust while solid yet loving and the pulses of energy shared between the two of us where explosive. As my lover begins to moan and I was lost in perfection, I was lost in our love. My lover explodes within me, after what seem to have been hours.

“And then he told me he loved me.” Jadon said look all dreamy eyed as Errol and Dre sat at his table. “It was right over there in front of the fireplace as we lay wrapped in a sheet and the fire was roaring.”

“Well good for you.” Errol said nudging Dre, who was just sitting there looking at Jadon. It was odd to hear his ex-boyfriend just go on and on about his new lover. He wasn’t buying it. Jadon made this guy sound like he was all that and a bag of chips and he was sure that once the loser showed up they would be rolling on the floor at first glance. Jadon got up grabbing Errol and Dre’s cups as he walked into the kitchen.

“He doesn’t have top say anything everyone knows my ex is Atlanta’s biggest asshole,” he says fixing two more drinks.

“If he is as great as you say Jadon then I am happy to hear you finally got over me.” Dre remarked as he got up and walked to the stereo and began to thumb trough the CD’s. “Do you have anything not so gay over here?” Dre was being Dre just chillin to see what this was all about. Jadon had been dating this guy two months and now it was love, fuck that Dre said to himself as Jadon walked by. This guy was like all the other Jadon had been with, probably some busted player who found a nice place to live if he just whispers the right word in his ear.

“Dre darling, keep in mind I was over you when I asked for my key back.” Jadon said promptly returning to his seat at the table. Dre didn’t respond, hell he know it was true. He had broken his heart too many times to have asked forgiveness even one more time. Dre smiles as he remembered the last time there had been together.

Dre was dripping wet as he walked trough the hallway. He know he should at least attempt to not leave foot prints across the hard wood floors of the apartment, but he liked the feel of air against his skin, plus it made him just a little hard. As he rounded the corner into the room there laid Jadon, seeming to be asleep. Dre had finished his shower even after Jadon had attempted to interrupt it with a blowjob, which he had left unfinished. Dre normally would have been all about it but he need to get the scent of another off him before being with Jadon, he respected him enough to do at least that much.

As he slowly sat on the end of the bed he watched as Jadon rolled fully onto his stomach, yea he was sure he was sleep now. Dre leaned over him kissing down his back until he reached the crake of his ass. Extending his tongue he licked down the crack until he reached the tightness of his “inner flower,” Jadon began to stir with a slight moan released from his lips. Dre simply gripped Jadon’s hips and began to flick his tongue back and forth across the outer petals of the flower.

Jadon began to try to pull away as he awoke but with each attempt to pull away Dre would trust his tongue deeper into Jadon’s flower seeking the sweat nectar. Jadon began to moan loader and loader. Dre loved the sound Jadon made when he was inside of him like this. Sex with Jadon was different then when he was with the tricks he picked up. Jadon was his lover and he wanted to please him. As Jadon rolled onto his back and Dre began to just play with his dick, licking and flicking his tongue at it as he sucked just below the sack, Jadon gripped the back of Dre’s head as he locked his legs behind his head.

Jadon was into it as Dre lifted slightly and began to suck on him as if he was a hungry animal. Gnawing and sucking he causes Jadon to experience pleasure better then he has before. Reaching around he takes Jadon into his mouth, Jadon moans louder. In and out of Dre’s mouth, his dick slides as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Dre loved to hear the sounds Jadon made as he pleased him time after time. Each time trying to forget how he had wronged him last.

As he placed Jadon back on the bed he reached for the rubbers, which lay on the dresser. Jadon’s feet still on his shoulders Dre slowly entered Jadon while holding his wrist, Jadon was totally submissive at this point as Dre began to go in and out slow at first but his speed picking up. His trust became more and more aggressive as Jadon moaned loader and loader. Grinding himself deeper and deeper into Jadon. Dre seemed loss in his own world as his lover stopped to make sounds he could under stand and began to just moan from the joy. Letting Jadon’s legs fall to his hips before they locked behind him again he pulled Jadon up and began to bounce him up and down.

Jadon himself began to grind with his lover until he felt an explosion in his groin. Dre simply turned and sat back on the bed and leaned back. Jadon was lost in the heat of passion as he began to roll him back taking his man’s iron balls deep inside him and still trying to get more. As he bounced up and down rolling his hips round and round Dre gripped the bed and began to moan. Jadon was shocked when Dre gripped him rolled so he was on the bed and began to fuck him. This wasn’t love anymore–this was just raw sex. As Dre drove his manhood deeper and deeper in to Jadon; Jadon could only dig his nails into Dre’s back, with each trust a pulse of pleasure rushed trough his body until one final trust and Dre held himself there as he moaned.

Dre snapped back to the present as a paperback book hit him. “Where were you asshole?” Errol asked as he looked at Dre who seemed lost. Before Dre answered he turned to hear Jadon opening the door, as Jadon returned to the room with his new lovers hand is his own Dre could only sit there is shock.

“This is Martice,” Jadon said point first to Errol and then to Dre. Martice was shocked to see him again. It had been three months since they had seen each other and now here he was here in the place Martice had come to call home. Errol shock Martice hand as Dre stood up and walked towards him. Nether was sure just what to do, so they played it off, shacking hands like they had never met. With just that simply touch each for as moment remembered their night, the passion the lust.

“Nice to meet you,” Martice said more towards Errol but then looking back at Dre added. “Both.” Dre let go of his hand and went to the love seat. Not him he though to himself. Of all the fuckin’ people for Jadon to fall for it had to be him. Dre had spent weeks trying to find this kid to make up for that one night, and if he had just gone to the house of the one person he still had feelings for he would have found him. As Martice took his coat off, he could only wonder at his luck. Here in his boyfriend’s house sat the guy who had almost been his first, instead he had found Jadon and fallen in love.

Jadon had said he was going to have friends over here tonight but he never guessed it would be this guy. As Jadon talked, neither Martice nor Dre noticed all they could see was the other. Each feeling like the other was invading something he held dear and wanting nothing more then you make the other leave. There was the laugh every now and again, but they where just playing it up for the camera waiting for a moment to try and figure this out.

To be continued

First time twink sex

webmaster — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 23:44:30 +0000

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Kissing a man was unlike anything I had ever experienced. First of all was the rough feeling of beard (or at least shadow of beard) against beard, then there was a forcefulness of the lips that was missing from kissing my wife and finally there was an urgency or arousal that I had never felt in my limited heterosexual experience.

I continued to kiss Larry, swinging my body around and wrapping my arms around his shoulders to pull his body to mine. Briefly I wondered what was poking me in the lower abdomen when I realized that Larry was aroused like me. I took one arm and reached down between us to grasp and stroke his fine erection while I pushed him onto his back with my other arm. “Let me see what’s going on here” I commented leaning down to Larry’s crotch.

Gently I stroked his erection, what a nice cock he had, it had a different head — more bulbous than mine — but nice none the less. “Why don’t you try licking it Sandy,” said Larry. I tentatively stuck my tongue out and licked the head which glistened with his pre-cum. I found it clean tasting I decided to try and put the head into my mouth. Opening my mouth I was able to take the head in but wasn’t sure whether I could take any of his shaft as well.

“Lubricate it with your saliva Sandy.”

I worked up as much saliva as I could and found that his cock slipped quite easily into my mouth until it touched the back of my throat. An involuntary chocking action forced me to pull him out quickly. “Just try breathing through your nose Sandy that will help you swallow my cock.”

Trying to lubricate a stiff cock, breath through your nose and swallow your first-ever male organ is not an easy thing to do, practice makes perfect I guess. I was able to get most of Larry’s cock into my mouth and throat but I was not convinced I had the skill to suck him to orgasm. “Just try and take part of it in your mouth and move up and down like you were sucking on a popsicle” Larry advised, a little thick-voiced with arousal.

That helped me to relax and focus on giving Larry the best blowjob I could. My efforts were acceptable because he was panting in short order. “I’m going to cum Sandy, get ready.” Larry groaned.

Well I was not sure what ‘get ready’ meant from my position but I continued to suck greedily, putting pressure on the cockshaft with my moistened lips. A quick thrust of Larry’s hips signalled his orgasm and my mouth was suddenly full of warm, salty, slippery semen. Having already tasted my own cum I wasn’t put off at all by Larry’s orgasm. I let him finish pumping his seed into me and remove his softening cock. I swirled the semen around in my mouth and looking him squarely in the eyes swallowed his load and licked my lips. “Yumm, I enjoyed that Larry.”

Larry collapsed onto the bed and lay panting; I crawled up and lay next to him with my head on his heaving chest. We lay together relishing in the thoughts of what had just happened, I in receiving my first ever blowjob and in sucking on my first cock and Larry for having received the largest load of semen he’d ever had.

After a while it just seemed natural to get dressed and leave. At the door Larry kissed me to thank me and asked “Did you enjoy gay sex Sandy?” while running his hand down the front of my pants.

I kissed him back and said “I sure did Larry, can I come back next week?”

In response to that Larry fell to his knees, pulled down my zipper, extracted my cock and swallowed in what seemed like a single motion. It hardened in his warm mouth and I began to fuck his hungry mouth. In a matter of minutes I felt the impending orgasm and grabbing Larry by the ears forced my cock down his throat to unload another torrent of semen into his stomach.

Smiling broadly Larry stood up, re-dressed my penis and said, “What do you think Sandy? See you next Wednesday.”

End of Part 2

Deep Raw Ass Fucking

webmaster — Sun, 05 Sep 2010 23:44:30 +0000

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Hello, everyone. One more story on gorgeous hunky gay guys.

-Elenia

Lieutenant Rafe Firehawk arose from his cot where he had been writing a letter. It was time to go check on the disposition of his men. His Captain had told him there would be an announcement tonight that he was to pass on, so he wanted to be there early.

He pulled his boots on and headed out of the officers’ barracks. As he walked he reflected on how nice it was to actually be in a barracks for once, rather than camped out on the field. This time their battalion had gotten here first, and so they had priority on the barracks.

He went inside the front room of the soldiers’ barracks, and found his four sergeants playing cards there. They started to get up, but he waved them back down. “At ease, boys. How’re the men?”

His senior Sergeant, Sergeant Graham Warwick, spoke, smiling. “They’re doing fine, sir, but hoping to get out in the town.” Graham had been his best friend from childhood and just about managed to show Rafe some respect in front of the others. Rafe returned the grin.

“Captain’s on his way. I get the feeling he’s on the way to give them some leave, actually.”

Graham nodded. “Sounds good, sir. I must say I could use some myself.”

“We all could, Sergeant.”

“Pardon me for saying so, but will you be taking any, Lieutenant?”

Rafe shook his head ruefully. “I’m afraid not, Sergeant. No doubt the Captain will have work for me.” Just then he noticed the Captain coming in, and said, “Officer in house!”

The five men rose and turned and snapped out sharp salutes. The Captain returned it, and said, “At ease, men.”

Captain Julian Tiberius was a man to be reckoned with. No one, not even Rafe, knew much about his past – he was a career soldier and most of the people in the room had joined up because of the war. But he was a powerful warrior and a brilliant tactician. He had promise in the ranks.

He was a big man, but moved with a surprising grace. Long blond hair and a jaw to crack iron completed the look, but he smiled easily and was a very good leader. He was probably ten years older than Rafe, and showed a distinct fondness for his first lieutenant – Rafe had served under him since the beginning of the war, starting out as a private.

Rafe on the other hand was dark-haired and dark-eyed, but not much smaller. He had been raised on a farm after all, or more correctly, a vineyard. The man that had been almost grown before the war had had the finishing polish put on him by the constant fighting and marching everywhere. He was twenty-five years old and no longer an innocent farm boy. Every day he realized more and more that the world was an incredibly large place.

“All right, men. Carry on.” The Captain gestured to Rafe and they stepped just outside.

“I think you know why I’m here, Rafe. We’re in town and the town guards can do the guarding for a night. Let the men have a night of leave. But listen – I want civilized, decent men out there, and you pass that on.”

“Yes, sir.”

“As for you, Rafe, I don’t think I can let you go. We have some work to do. I want you to report to my room tonight, at say, 10 PM. I need to go over the new troop roster with you.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be there, sir.”

“Right. Carry on.” And the Captain was gone.

Truth be told, Rafe didn’t mind. He took his responsibilities very seriously and he knew Graham and his other sergeants would keep the boys in line.

He had hoped for a little alone time with Graham, though. Graham and he had not only been childhood friends, they had shared everything with each other – money, food, entertainment, and most of all women. And there had definitely been times where they hadn’t even bothered with the women. After all, it was a farm and available willing women were sometimes in short supply. As a result they were very close indeed.

Oh well.

Lieutenant Firehawk went back inside and relayed the orders to the Sergeant. “You’re going to have to make it clear they must get in on time. Anyone who doesn’t will be on PT, right? And I don’t want to hear of anyone bothering the townsfolk.”

Graham nodded. “No problem, Ell Tee,” he said, in his affectionate, insolent manner, and sauntered back in. “Oi! You men! You’ve got some leave but I want you to hear this from me before you go. If I hear one of you sodding idiots causing trouble out there it’s me you have to deal with!”

Rafe listened to his berating them for a minute or two longer, then, grinning, returned to his own barracks. Graham had fit right into the role of sergeant and obviously loved it.

It was gone 8 PM now, so he took a long bath – ah, the pleasures of a bunkhouse – then finished his letter, before nodding to the other three lieutenants in his battalion and heading out.

He found the Captain’s quarters easily enough; it wasn’t far from his room but a little more segregated. He knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

Rafe stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “It’s me, sir.”

“Ah, Rafe. Come on in. Have a seat. I’m just finishing up on this correspondence.”

Rafe took a seat in front of the desk, The room was small, but surprisingly cozy. A fire was burning in the hearth. The room included a small desk and two chairs as well as the Captain’s bed, still narrow but somewhat wider than his own. And of course he had it all to himself – Rafe still shared a four-man room with the others. If Rafe achieved the next promotion he would be given quarters like these, at least when they were available.

But Rafe wasn’t sure if he wanted to be Captain. Look at the responsibility, after all. Under Rafe was A Company – 48 men, including himself. Under the Captain were no less than four such companies, or almost 200 men.

Captain Tiberius finished what he was doing and sealed it up. “All right, Lieutenant. On to the next thing. We’re getting replacements for the men we lost at Pharos Pass. A lot of them are new, though, fresh out of training. I want you and the other lieutenants to make sure they split them up somewhat evenly, dividing the veterans amongst the new ones. Try to make sure all of your corporals are veterans.”

For a while they just discussed troops, deciding whom to move where. They then went to some discussion of the veterans and who to promote to sergeants in the other companies. The other three lieutenants had already given Rafe their recommendations to take to their Captain, and the Captain after looking them over, approved them all.

Afterwards he sat back. “I’m sorry to take you off leave, Rafe. I’m sure you wanted to go, too.”

“It’s all right, sir. There was work to be done.”

He grinned. “You’re a good soldier, Rafe. Care for a drink?”

“Thank you sir. Uh…sure, sir. If you don’t mind.”

“Nonsense. If I minded, why would I ask?” The Captain went to a small cupboard off to the side and opened it. “I brought some of this with me last time we had an opportunity to go into town.” He brought back a graceful bottle and two glasses. “It’s just a merlot, nothing special, but I thought it would be nice for nights we had to work.”

He poured out two glasses and handed one to Rafe. Raising his glass, he said, “To the end of the war.”

“I’ll toast to that, sir!” And Rafe drank. The merlot had a sweet taste to it, and it reminded him of his father’s vines, grown heavy with grapes. He tasted it carefully and rolled it around his tongue, and the Captain noticed.

“That’s right, Rafe, you know something about wines, don’t you?”

“A bit, sir. After all, it is my family business.”

“From the Misty Farms, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

‘Come a long way from there, haven’t we?”

Rafe had originally joined up as a militiaman from the Farms themselves. His first commander, Duke Barrington, had had no military experience and had taken 80 militiamen up into the mountains against a band of 120 corsair pirates. The Duke had not given them proper training and had not set up defensive positions but had ordered a charge at them, up hill. Out of the 80 militiamen, only 10 had survived. Out of those 10, Rafe, Graham, and one other young man were the only ones that had taken the chance to join up with the military after that. The other seven returned home.

“Yes, we have sir. Sometimes I still feel like a militiaman, though sir – I don’t think that feeling will ever leave me.”

“Ah, but you’re a fine soldier, with promise. And quite good-looking, too.”

Rafe looked at him in surprise. The Captain was looking reflectively into his wine glass.

“Sir?”

“Don’t look at me so surprised, Rafe. You know what I’m talking about. I’ve seen you watching me, wondering. Let me ask you a question – you and Graham are a lot closer than you let on, aren’t you? Don’t lie to your Captain.”

Rafe hesitated, stuttered, and took the plunge. “Yes, sir. You’re right, of course. How did you know?”

Captain Tiberius met his eyes. “It takes one to know one, Rafe.” He set his glass down and came around the desk. “Stand up, son.”

“Yes sir.” Rafe stood, setting his own glass down.

The Captain eyed him for a minute; his blue eyes looking into Rafe’s own brown ones.

“I’ve had my eye on you from the start, Rafe. I’ve been waiting for you to get to a rank that was close enough to my own. But you had to earn it, and earn it you did, so don’t worry about that at least.”

He reached out and to Rafe’s surprise, stroked a finger down Rafe’s cheek. “These scars you have prove you’ve earned it.” Rafe shivered.

“All right, Rafe. Let me put it to you straight. You can walk out that door right now. Our work is done. There’s no coercion to anything that happens from now and there’ll be no punishment. But if you stay, we might just enjoy ourselves.”

Rafe took a deep breath. The Captain was not wrong. Rafe had found him very attractive, and had often had fleeting thoughts about him. He had not been with any other man than Graham, though, so he hadn’t any idea of how to approach him or even if he was interested. But did he want to do this?

He nodded firmly, and stepped out from behind the chair, and walked to the door. He turned and looked at his Captain, who was looking at him impassively. Still watching him, he reached out…and locked the door.

The Captain gave him a half-smile. “Good decision, lieutenant.”

“Yes, sir.”

Captain Tiberius walked towards him, across the room, until he was standing right in front of him. He reached out a hand and put it on Rafe’s shoulder. “Good heavens, are you frightened of me?” For the shoulder was trembling a little.

“Not really, sir. Well, perhaps a little.”

The Captain chuckled. “No need to be, Rafe.” He put both his hands on Rafe’s shoulders and gently pushed him back against the door. “I’ll go slow, if that’s what you like.”

He held Rafe at arm’s length and looked him up and down. “My, you are quite a good-looking young boy, aren’t you? All those years on the farm? I’m going to enjoy this.”

Rafe blushed a little but simply said, “Thank you, sir.” The Captain’s eyes met his again, and Rafe found himself pinned to the wall by those ice-blue eyes.

“Ah, Rafe.” And the Captain leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss was gentle but startling as Rafe had never had a man other than Graham kiss him before, and the Captain kissed much, much better than Graham’s clumsy kisses. The Captain obviously had a great deal of experience as his mouth gently covered Rafe’s.

As the Captain’s tongue found its way into his mouth, Rafe felt the Captain running his hands up his chest, and finding his way to his buttons. He began to open each one, after the other, and Rafe felt his fingers caressing his skin.

To his surprise he felt the Captain – he still couldn’t think of him as anything other than his Captain – lean on him, and felt the unmistakable bulge in the Captain’s pants rubbing against his own – and he realized just how turned on he was. He couldn’t resist any longer and put his own arms around the Captain’s neck, and returned the kiss.

The Captain chuckled. Whispering softly, he said, “We’ll have to teach you how to do that better, Rafe. Like this.” And his mouth guided Rafe’s, a little more roughly now, and Rafe followed his example.

By now Rafe’s shirt was open all down the front, and the Captain pulled it up out of his pants and pulled the sides apart. He planted one last kiss on Rafe’s mouth, and began moving down his neck. Rafe felt a hand squeeze his cock through his breeches. “I’m looking forward to seeing this, lieutenant.”

“Whenever you want to, sir.” Rafe gasped as the Captain’s teeth scraped down his neck.

“Whenever I want to is right, soldier.”

Captain Tiberius continued down his body, running his mouth and sometimes his tongue over Rafe’s muscular chest, eliciting little groans of pleasure from him. Rafe thought his cock was like to burst from his pants.

He felt the Captain’s teeth close gently around his right nipple and his hand closed around the back of the Captain’s neck. “Captain…” he said urgently, not sure what he was asking for.

“All in good time, Rafe.”

The warm wet mouth continued down to Rafe’s belly, and licked down the trail of hair on his belly. Rafe felt the Captain kneel. “Not often you get your Captain kneeling to you, is it, Rafe?” he said, undoing the drawstring and Rafe’s waist.

“No, sir.”

The Captain undid his pants, and gently slid them down. Rafe was not wearing anything underneath, for comfort’s sake in the barracks, and his cock came into view, fully erect and throbbing.

“I’m glad to see my ministrations have had effect, lieutenant. Due to your lack of dialogue, I wasn’t really sure.” There was a twinkle in his eye that Rafe knew meant he was joking.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m just a little overwhelmed.” The Captain listened, nodded, and said, “Well, I’m nowhere near done,” and opened his mouth and engulfed Rafe’s cock in it.

Rafe’s head hit the door as he leaned back. How long had it been since anyone had taken him into their mouth this way? Some weeks, that was for sure. And to think of his own Captain, his superior officer, the man that had brought him up from private, on his knees, with his head bobbing on Rafe’s cock as it was doing even now, was incredibly arousing.

He looked down to see the Captain’s blond head moving back and forth, and felt the warm wetness on his cock. The Captain’s hand slid between his legs and gently fondled him, and began taking even more of his cock down his throat.

Suddenly Rafe felt an iron grip around the base of his cock, and realized the Captain was using his other hand. The Captain began to pump, sucking at the same time, and Rafe realized he was already close to orgasming.

“Sir!” he said, desperately, but the Captain was strong and simply pushed him back against the wall. His hands and his mouth were all combining to make Rafe lose his mind, and it didn’t take long at all before Rafe completely lost control and came, right into his Captain’s mouth, spurting forth and moaning and clutching the door.

The Captain did not remove his mouth but swallowed it all, sucking on him gently and holding onto him. He gently sucked him clean, and standing up, kissed Rafe on the mouth again. Rafe tasted his own come and eagerly and obediently licked it off the Captain’s mouth.

The Captain leaned his forehead against Rafe’s, looking into his eyes with fondness and a great deal of lust. “I take it you liked it, Rafe,” he said, smiling.

Rafe could only nod and gulp. “That’s all right. You’re young yet, and you’ll come back quickly. In the meantime, I’d like to have some of the same, do you mind?”

“Oh, no sir. I’d love to.” And Rafe started to drop to his knees, but the Captain stopped him.

“Not here.” And he led him back to his chair, where the Captain sat, and spread his legs. “Come here, boy.”

Rafe knelt between his legs and moved eagerly up to the offered kiss. The Captain roughly opened his own shirt and yanked it off, and Rafe followed suit, removing his shirt and dropping it on the floor. The kiss was much more urgent now, and he felt the Captain’s teeth, and he bit the Captain’s lip experimentally. Captain chuckled.

“Getting feisty, are we? This is what you want,” and the Captain opened his pants. Out sprang a sizeable cock, jutting out from its nest of silken blond hair – what a difference from Rafe’s own – already erect, and even leaking a little.

Rafe didn’t hesitate, but immediately licked the fluids off the tip, and quickly took it into his mouth. The Captain groaned and leaned back in his chair. Rafe found this unbelievably hot, kneeling at the Captain’s desk, work spread out all over the top, both of them half-dressed, Rafe’s cock still hanging out, and going down on his Captain. He licked and sucked and took the massive cock into his mouth, and did everything he could to please his Captain.

The Captain just sat back and enjoyed it, “That’s it, Rafe,” he murmured. “Do you know how long I’ve been thinking of this? How long I’ve been wondering what your sweet mouth feels like?”

Rafe made a noise in his throat but continued sucking him down. The Captain put his hands on the back of Rafe’s head and began pumping him up and down at his own pace. Rafe simply let go and let him.

Just when Rafe thought the Captain was about to come, the Captain stopped pumping him. Rafe’s mouth was full of the Captain’s cock, and he his nose was pressed into the blond hair. Still he breathed shallowly and waited. Gently the Captain lifted his head off. Looking into Rafe’s eyes, he said, “I want more. Do you know what I’m talking about? Have you ever done that?”

Rafe nodded. “A few times, sir.” He stood, and slid his pants down his legs. He was already erect again, from taking the Captain’s cock in his mouth, and from the wanting.

“Hang on a moment, Rafe. Let me look at you. Turn around.”

Rafe did so. He felt the Captain’s hand across his back, his ass, and across his legs. “All those years of farm work…” He felt the Captain stand, and press his body against Rafe’s. Rafe felt his cock pressing against his ass, and the Captain’s arms roaming over his body. “Very nice,” he sighed.

He kissed Rafe’s ear and stepped around him. With one sweep of his arms, he cleared the desk of papers. “We’ll clean it up later. Bend over the desk, Rafe.”

“Yes, sir.” Obediently he did so. The Captain adjusted him so his waist was against the edge of the desk and his cock pointed into the air under the desk. He heard the Captain kicking away his pants, and then he felt his ass cheeks being spread.

“I’m afraid I don’t have quite the right thing for this, Rafe, but I do have some grease meant for cleaning weapons. I’ve used it before, it will do.”

Rafe felt his asshole being covered with the grease. “All right, Rafe. Are you ready?”

“Please, sir. I want you to do whatever you want to me.”

Groaning, the Captain pressed his cock up against Rafe’s willing asshole and began to press inwards. It had been even longer for this for Rafe, and it took a bit, but slowly the Captain’s cock began to slide in. Rafe felt some discomfort but no real pain, and just gripped the edge of the desk.

It was obvious the Captain was larger than Graham, though, and Rafe moaned as he began to be filled up. The Captain did not hurry, and applied liberal amounts of grease, but still, it was an incredible feeling. It seemed to take forever before he bottomed out in Rafe’s asshole, and Rafe felt his hips press against him.

He felt the Captain’s hand snake around his middle and wrap around his cock and Rafe’s cock jumped a little in his hands. The Captain chuckled. “Still so eager, are we?” And he began to fuck Rafe in earnest. He started slow, as he had the kiss and everything else, but this time he built up quickly and in no time was pounding Rafe against the desk. Their grunts were soft and low, aware that much louder and people would hear them, but their pleasure was exquisite. Rafe’s cock was being pumped mercilessly and the Captain kept up the timing perfectly, and it was incredibly hot to think of being fucked up the ass by his own Captain.

Twink’s Butt Fucked

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It all started when I answered an ad I found in the personal section of a sex web site.

The ad read “ISO sexual male to join exclusive party group. Must be D&D free and very open-minded.”

I thought “what the hell”, replied to it, and then promptly forgot it. Several days had gone by before I checked my “special” mailbox that I use for such things, and to my surprise, it contained a reply to my reply. It listed a telephone number, and time frame to call. I debated as to whether to call and finally talked myself into it. A nice sounding male voice answered after a couple of rings and we set up a time and place to meet to talk about joining the group. At the appointed time I arrived at the tavern where we had agreed to meet, sat at the bar and ordered a drink.

After a short wait I heard the same voice from the phone call behind me and turned to find a very good-looking man standing behind me. About 6′2″, blond, green-eyed, and well-built physically. He introduced himself as John and motioned me to follow him & we went to a corner booth where we ordered and received our drinks while making small talk. After a few sips we began to relax and he started to tell me about the group.

“We’re very exclusive and keep the number of members at ten, bringing in someone new only when one of our members leaves. We’re very particular about the people we allow to join our group and discretion is a must. You can never discuss what goes on in our meetings with anyone outside the club. We get together twice a month to have fun and enjoy each other. Before we go any further you must meet with the other members and be accepted by all. I’ll ask you now if you agree to the stipulations” I thought for a moment before agreeing, and John said “good, so lets go meet the guys.”

We left the bar, got into his car and drove a few blocks over to a near-by hotel and he lead the way up to a suite where there were eight other men sitting around having drinks, watching porn on the TV. John led me to the center of the room and introduced me “Guys I’d like for you to meet Billy, he’d like to join our club.” He went around the room saying each guys name, noting the confused look on my face he said “you’ll get to know all of us very soon believe me” this statement got a big laugh from everyone in the room.

Then he said “Billy will you take your clothes off please?”

I just stood there looking at him dumbly.

He added “we want to see the real you, now please remove your clothes”

I started undressing, feeling every eye in the room watching me. As I removed my boxers and stood naked in the middle of the room, one of the guys spoke up and said “very nice, now please walk around to each of us so that we can get a good look.” I slowly walked around and stood before each man for a moment, before moving on. A

fter I had been inspected by all of them I walked back to the center of the room at which time John said “Will you please take your clothes to the other room and get dressed while we take our vote? We’ll call you out in a few minutes.” I went into the adjoining bedroom and got dressed then sat on the edge of the bed waiting. After a few minutes John came in and motioned for me to come out.

As I entered the room, I was directed back to the center of the room and John stood beside me and said, “We’d like to welcome you to our little club Billy, you’re in!”

Everyone surrounded me and shook my hand in congratulations and welcomed me. John said “I’ll contact you to let you know when the initiation ceremony will take place.”

To which I replied ” I’m looking forward to joining you guys!”

The meeting broke up and John took me back to my car and told me that he’d call me the next day with the details.

I went home wondering exactly what I’d gotten myself into, and what would take place at the “ceremony”.

I didn’t have long to wait as the next morning I received a call from John with instructions on how to prepare myself and directions to the location for the meeting.

I was to completely shave my pubic area and ass in preparation for that evening, use lotion to ease any chaffing and he told me to “be ready for anything.” As the hour neared for my initiation I prepared myself and was growing increasingly excited. At the appointed hour there was a knock on my door, and there was John smiling. He asked” are you ready for this?” I just nodded and followed him to his car.

There was little talk as we drove for a short time to a large house in an affluent neighborhood and parked in the drive. We walked up to the door and as we neared, it opened and we were admitted by one of the guys that I had met the evening before. He introduced himself again as Jimmy. He was a good-looking guy, of medium build with dark hair and blue eyes. I was led down the hall to the den where everyone else was waiting. Greetings were waved & shouted around and a drink was given to me as well as a lighted joint of some very potent pot. After a few drinks and a couple of joints I was feeling no pain, and John who seemed to be the leader announced that we were adjourning to “the playroom” and led the way down a stairway to the basement.

I looked around and noticed that there were several video cameras as well as three large screen televisions set up. I the center of the room was a table of the likes of which I’d never seen. It was similar in appearance to a doctors’ examination table with a few alterations. It appeared to hinge in the middle with a drop leaf at either end and had an opening in the center about 8 inches square. John turned to me and said ” this is our fun table, I think that you’ll learn to like it a lot!”

He then put his arm around me and pulled me close and asked “Are you ready for your initiation?”

I nodded nervously, and smiled. He said “well OK then lets get started.” He stepped away and the other guys moved in around me reaching out, caressing me and starting to unbutton and remove my clothes. Soon I was naked and they led me to the table laying me on it face-down. They used soft sheep skin straps to bind my arms and legs loosely and adjusted it so that I was comfortable (comfortable, but very nervous) As I watched, all of the other men removed their clothing and moved to the table where I lay, hands began to caress my body. I found out the reason for the opening in the middle of the table as hands reached underneath and stroked my now hard cock. A small padded block was raised under my chin and separate leaves under my arms were moved out to a comfortable angle.

John asked if I was comfortable and I nodded. He added that if at any time I was feeling overwhelmed or experienced pain all I had to do was say stop & they would cease what they were doing until I gave them the permission to proceed. I again nodded that I understood this. They continued to stroke me and I felt fingers slide between the cheeks of my ass, gently slipping a plastic tube inside me as it was explained that it was a lubricating jelly. I was growing increasingly horny as I felt the lube being eased inside me. As I watched the cameras were turned on, my body appeared on the large screen televisions as seen from different angles. One view was of my face from the side, another was focused on my ass, and the third was a wide shot of the entire table with all of the surrounding men. As I watched I could see the tube K-Y being squeezed into my ass and then removed, leaving a small amount oozing from me. I was getting really horny now and I could sense (and see) that everyone else was too, judging from all of the hardening cocks.

As I watched the screens, one of the men moved in front of me and showed me his dick, it was about 7 inches long, not very thick and uncircumcised. He guided his cock into my mouth and I opened wide, accepting him and used my tongue to suck him in further. I felt a new sensation at my ass and could see as a medium sized butt plug was slid inside me. As all of this was happening I felt a hard cock being put into each of my hands. I felt so dirty, but at the same time I was getting hotter than I’d ever been in my entire life. After a few minutes the butt plug was replaced with a dildo of slightly larger size and slowly it was being pushed in and out of me, at the same time hands were busy on my cock stroking me and other hands were covering my body with caresses too. I felt a mouth engulf my hard dick briefly and I’d never felt anything so wonderful.

All this time I’m still sucking and tonguing the cock in my mouth, I feel it begin to swell even more and hands gently grab my head as he begins to slowly fuck in and out of my face. I feel him move faster as he nears climax, and after a minute or so he pulls out until just the head remained in and the first squirt of hot cum erupted into my mouth. As he continues to shoot he slides in and clasps my head as I suck even harder to get every last drop from his balls. I hear him moan and gasp as he finishes cumming and he says to the other guys ” I think we made a very good choice in Billy here.” As I finish swallowing his load another cock is placed in my face and I open wide once again to take my second cock of the evening and hopefully soon my second load!

As I begin to suck this cock (this time larger and circumcised) I feel the dildo being removed from my asshole. I glance over at the screen showing that view and I saw as one of the men stepped in between my legs and applied more lube to my ass, then to his cock. Placing the head at the entrance to my hole he asks “Are you ready for me Billy?” I nod my head around the cock in my mouth and I can feel the cock slowly being pressed into my butt. He gently applied more & more pressure until the head suddenly it popped inside me.

Giving me a minute to adjust he slowly began to slide his hard dick inside me until I can feel his balls resting against the cheeks of my ass, and could feel his pubic hair at the top of my crack. He slowly began to withdraw until just the head remained inside me and paused for a moment. While this is going on I’m still sucking on the cock in my mouth and stroking one in either hand. I can see on the screens the cocks that are penetrating me, and the men surrounding the table where I lay. I can honestly say that I’ve never seen anything so erotic in my whole life! The cock in my ass begins to move faster and someone zooms in on it with a camera until it fills the screen. I can see my asshole being pulled out and then pushed back in as he fucks me.

The lubrication is glistening on both his cock and my ass as it runs down my balls and drips off. Occasionally a mouth will take my cock and suck it briefly giving me indescribable pleasure. I feel the cock in my ass begin to gather speed until he’s slamming into me, fucking into me as he begins to cum. The cock slides into me one last time as I feel his hot load jetting into me as he rests his spewing balls against my ass. I can see the sperm leaking around his dick as he fills me with his seed, and I begin to cum too! I feel a mouth suck me in as spurt after spurt empties my balls. The excitement is contagious, as I feel and taste the cock in my mouth begin to unload, and the two I have in my hands follow shortly thereafter.

A break is called for and a drink with a straw is placed so that I may wet my mouth with something other than sperm. I look at the television with the close-up of my ass and can see the seed oozing from me. Someone holds a joint to my lips and I inhale a few tokes and feel even more relaxed.

I see John in front of me holding his cock as he asks “Are you ready to continue?” I smile a cum-coated smile and say “Yes I am” and he stepped forward and slips his dick into my mouth.

I suck his hardness for a couple of minutes when he steps back and says “Billy, Joey wants to fuck your ass, but you need to say its ok first.” I look around and there is Joey, six and one-half feet tall, black and hung with the largest cock I’d ever seen. I had a fleeting moment of doubt but thought “In for a penny” and said “Just take it slowly, and let me taste that monster first” chuckling John stepped aside as Joey took his place in front of me. I looked at the huge purple knob peeking at me from the foreskin covering it (did I mention that I love uncut cocks?) and opened my mouth as far as it would go. I could barely get the head into my mouth but managed to suck the head in and ran my tongue around inside the skin, savoring the flavor and feel.

I continued to suck and lick the huge head until it became so engorged that it was filling my mouth completely. He then pulled it from my mouth and moved around behind me. I felt him place the huge cock at my ass and slowly slip it into me. At this point I was grateful for the lubrication provided by the previous load of cum left there as the head stretched me more and more. All activity stopped as everyone watched Joey slide slowly inside me. Inch by inch he pressed in, until half of this enormous cock was filling my ass. Sliding back out until the head remained lodged inside me, he paused before sliding back in just a little deeper than before.

I moaned as this monster cock touched me deep inside. John asked me if I was alright and I just smiled at him as Joey slid back inside, going farther with each slow thrust until finally after what seemed an eternity, he was buried completely inside me. I heard everyone break into applause at the sight presented on the screen. My asshole was stretched tightly around him.

The contrast of my glistening (now red) hole and his huge black cock was a sight to behold. Joey leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck and said “You’re the first that has ever taken me completely inside.” I could feel the huge balls resting against me and I swear they were the hottest I’d ever felt! As he slowly withdrew we all watched on the big screen. My asshole clung to him, gripping and clinging. He moved slowly back inside and began to fuck me in earnest. The huge cock began a slow rhythm in and out, and I raised my head saying “I ‘m feeling neglected here!”

With that John stepped back up to my face and I sucked him inside my mouth once again, enjoying the attention and feeling so hot at the big beautiful cocks that were entering me from either end. The action resumed as cocks were placed in my hands again and I got into the game once more, determined to please every cock that was offered to me. I could feel a mouth on my cock once more and was rapidly becoming lost in the feelings that were assaulting me. I looked over and saw that the guys that couldn’t find a place with me were beginning to suck and fuck each other while waiting their turn (or their second helping).

I could feel Joey beginning to speed up as I adjusted to his size and John began to fuck my mouth as I simply held it open and sucked. Our breathing came faster & faster as we all were nearing the point of no return. My ass was getting hammered and John was now holding on to my head as he fucked my face. My hands were busy as well and I could feel them begin to swell and leak pre-cum. The on in my right hand began to spurt first, followed by the one in my left. I could feel their loads shooting across my body and landing on my back as I continued to jerk them off. Joey grabbed my hips and began to slam into me as he neared orgasm, and John filled my mouth with his sweet seed. Everyone finished cumming and stepped back to watch Joey fuck me faster and faster.

With a growl he slid completely inside me as his load jetted into my ass. It seemed as though he was cumming by the bucketful! We could all see on the screen as his cum seemed to spurt around his huge cock as he held it deep inside me, running down my crack and balls to drip off onto the floor, until one of the guys slid underneath me and began to catch it in his mouth. After what seemed like forever the flood subsided and I could feel his cock begin to soften while still in my asshole. Slowly he began to withdraw and as his head popped out, he leaned down to capture the great globs of cum as it poured out of my well-stretched ass, using his tongue to tickle and clean me up, grateful for the wonderful fuck I’d given him.

After a few minutes we’d all caught our breath, and a couple of the guys started to unbuckle the restraints and I rose from the table with a big smile on my face. Joey noticed that I still hadn’t cum and took me by the hand and led me to and arm chair saying ” Now it’s your turn.” With that he bent over the back of the char and spread his cheeks in an open invitation. I stepped up to him and reached behind me, releasing some of the cum from my ass and applied it to my cock. I slowly slid my hard cock into him and bean to fuck his beautiful black ass. It was only a matter of a couple of minutes before I blew my load into him and had to collapse into a near-by chair.

After I’d caught my breath a couple of the guys took me into the bathroom where there was a large shower room and gave me a bath, eventually all of us wound up in the shower to clean up after the evening fun.

As John gave me a ride home he smiled at me and said ” You were wonderful and we’re all looking forward to our next meeting, it’ll be someone else’s turn on the fun table next time, as we all take turns being the main attraction.”

I’m looking forward to our next adventure, but I’m REALLY looking forward to my next turn on the table!

Dorm Twinks Fucking

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Well I really do not remember how long it took him to reply to me, it seemed to be forever but one day I got a message in my inbox from him. I looked, I waited a few minutes just starring at my inbox then I moved my cursor to the line and click… I opened the message. Steve was telling me that he owes me an explanation of why he did not call. He started out telling me that he did not think that he would have been able to fill my expectations of him, that he wanted to call, that he even picked up the phone and dialed the number but just could not go threw with it. There was more said but that is the just of it, some more about how sorry he is and that we are better off this way etc. Well I responded back with, that’s okay, I understand but let’s just stay in touch, I want you in my life even if it just via email.

“Pete, are you telling me that after I stood you up that you are willing to forgive me, that you still want me around in your life? I don’t know what to say, you are a special man and I do want to be part of your life and I do want you in mine, I just don’t know what to do or say.”

“Steve, call me ###-###-####.”

“Pete, when can I call, it is 12 o’clock my time, my secretary will be leaving in 45 minutes can I call then?”

“Yes, I’ll be here.”

I was hurt that he stood me up but I knew I wanted him, I knew I felt something in his messages but just did not know what it was. I did not want to admit that I feel in love with him, after all I never saw a picture of him, just that nude photo that he posted without a face. Boy was that the longest 45 minute.

Ring…. Out-of-area the phone read, I answer: “this is Pete”

“Pete, hi, it’s Steve. I can not believe that you want to talk to me, that you are forgiving me. What I did to you is inexcusable, you sure a special person to be able to forgive me like this.”

“Well I don’t know what it is but there is something about you that I know I just want to know more and to have in my life. I am so hurt at what happened but I am also in no position to argue about it, I am still married after all, I was the one trying to pick you up and have sex. You have the right to pick and choose and I just thought that you decided not to have a married man.”

“No, no that is not it, that’s not it at all. I was afraid that I could never live up to all your expectations that you have described in our emails. I am not like that. I love to be with men, I am gay, but some of those scenes, well I just don’t know if I could have live up to them. I have never been tied up before and to be truthful, I was a little nervous about that.”

“HA HA! You had nothing to worry about. I have never tied anyone up, I have never acted anything out like I said I wanted to do. I got ideas from reading some gay porn and also from some porn movies that my wife and I rented before. I am a mild, kind of boring guy that likes to have sex, but I do have quite a vivid imagination I guess.”

“Vivid I would say is an understatement, those were some of the hottest stories I have ever read. I have read and re-read some of those and just imagined being there with you, Oh Pete, I am sorry that I did not call.”

“I have your picture downloaded on my computer and I still look at you every day. That body is just the type that I have always dreamt of. The man that I always wanted would be built like you, I knew I wanted you. Your hairy chest, that hard cock, how it turns up and just the right size to fill my mouth up. I wish I were right there right now. I would fall right in-between your legs and take your cock into my mouth. I would suck it slowly at first, making it nice and wet. I’ll swirl my tongue down the shaft and then all around the head. I’ll feel your cock throb in my mouth and then I would reach down with my hand and grab your balls and begin sucking hard. I’ll apply strong suction to your cock with my mouth, going up and down. Oh yes Steve, my mouth is water right now.”

“Pete, yes, I can feel your mouth all over my cock.”

Well unknown to me at this time, Steve had his cock out and was jerking himself, but I just kept going on talking to him on what I would love to be doing to him. I found out late in our conversation that he was masturbating and I went for it with him….

“Steve, I would shove your cock right down into my mouth, pounding my nose right into your pubic hairs, wrap my arms around you and just fuck your cock with my mouth.”

“I would take my hand and hold your head down and start to pump your mouth.. Oh yes… and then I would pull you up to me and take your cock. I want your cock in my mouth, I would stick it in, suck it right down my throat, take every inch of those 7 uncut wonderful cock inches that you have.”

“Oh yes, that’s it, that’s right Steve, I’ll pump my cock down your throat while holding your head tight to me give you no mercy. I’ll start fucking in and out, your hot wet mouth will feel so good, so good on my cock.”

Now I can hear his excitement, I can tell that he is masturbating on the other end. I am so hard, so horny but at work with people around that I can not do anything but talk my talk softly over the phone only to please my man.

“Oh yes, fuck my mouth Pete, fuck my mouth. Make me choke on your cock, I want it all in my mouth, I want you to shoot your load down my throat I…”

“Oh yes, that’s right.. I’ll have you so tight in my hands that you can not move. I have you and my toy, your mine right now and you can not move.. Your cock throbbing hard and I fuck your mouth.. Spit dripping down your lips from the non-stop fuck action I am giving your mouth. My cock is hard and you feel it go right into your throat. You can not move but you hold on to me making me want you even more…. Oh, ah!!! God I can feel it, I can feel it I am so hard, so hard right now I want to be with you.”

“Oh yes, my mouth is full of your cock, I feel it going down my throat… Fuck my mouth Pete Fuck my..”

“My cock throbs in your mouth, I am hard like steel and shoving it, fucking shoving my cock into your mouth. You choke as I shove it into your throat but I don’t let up. You know that I am getting ready, your tongue just going all over when it can. You are submitting your mouth to my lust and I am taking it… I am fucking your mouth.”

“Yes, fuck my..”

“Oh god, and then another plunge into your mouth I slide into your throat, your nose right up against my body. My hand pressed on the back of your head holding you tight to me and my hips thrust forward.. You open your throat to my cock with is even deeper, I throb, I pulse up and then I cum.”

“Ah yes, yes..”

“I cum in your mouth, shooting shot after shot of my hot cum down your throat.. You gag, you choke but I give no mercy I just continually ram my fucking cock into your wanting mouth Steve.. Just fuck your wanting my while my cum shoots out over and over.”

I hear him cumming over the phone, sighs, moans, oh yes I made my man cum, he’s happy.

“Oh my god, that was something Pete. I can not believe that I just came, god yes. You know I could feel you as you told me all that. I could taste your cock in my mouth, god do I want you… Hey, I am coming to Baltimore in Oct. Do you live far from there?”

“You are, yes I am close, what days are you going to be here?”

Well believe it or not I made a date with him in Baltimore, 3 months from now. I knew it was a long time but after all, I wanted this guy, I wanted him so much, and I wanted to keep him.

I went home that night and the wife and kids were gone so I took the digital camera and got undressed to send my man a picture of me. Of course it was of my cock, what else does a man send another man. I took one of me in the mirror, turned to the side with my cock sticking up nice and proud, face covered by the camera. No matter what, I am shy and private and by the actions I had you would never be able to tell but as long as my face wasn’t in the pictures that no one could tell it was me. To the bed, legs spread, jerking.. hard.. click click.. cum.. yes.. shooting dripping… click click. Got clean and then to the computer, downloaded and attached and hit send….

“Pete, those are the hottest pictures I have ever seen. What a body.. What a cock. I can not wait for us to be together in Baltimore so I can have them all to myself.”

“Well I can not wait either, cum and get it.” Attached another cum shot and send

“Oh I want that cum in my mouth, I want to taste you so much Pete, I know you, I know we are meant to be and that only time is against us, it is making us wait. It must be something of a test but I am willing to wait for you Pete, I love you.”

Love, he said love. I used that word after he stood me up and I do love him but I never again said that. Oh god, I wanted to tell him right then and there that I loved him but I was afraid that I would loose him. After all, I lost him from hot steamy sex fantasies and I just did not want this to happen again, I had 3 months to go threw before I was to be with him and I did not want to loose him again, so I responded…..

“Oh Steve, I do love you, I knew I did from almost the start. I felt it when I saw you ad and picture, I want you be with you, I want to move, leave here, my job and I can maybe transfer from the second job out there. After all, I will have child support and alimony payments to make.”

“Pete, I make a good living, I can support you, I just want you in my life.”

“I am home today, call me ###-###-####”

“You mean to tell me that you are home today, not at work? Are you alone?”

“Yes”

“My secretary leaves today around 12:45 my time, I’ll call you then.”

So to fill in a little missing material, I am home alone, the family went on vacation bringing my oldest son back to college. I decided not to go and that I was moving out of ‘our’ bedroom and starting the separation. I was so stressed at this point not being with the family. In fact, this was the first time that I have not go with the family on a vacation and I really hated it. Steve and I had some wild and wonderful email exchanges, he told me about himself, where he lived, his job, what he did and his homes. It all fit so well with my ideal man, the way I always envisioned him to be. The only thing missing was a picture of how he looks. I had drawn an image in my head about him, but then again, it was of the image of my ideal man and that was him. I had time to kill so I took a shower, why? Well I wanted to be clean, after all, this was going to be the first time that I was going to be with him even if it was only over the phone. And then it happened, the phone rang….

“Hello”

“Pete, hi, how are you? Can you talk now, is this a good time?”

“Yes it is fine, just wait a minute.”

“What are you doing?”

“I am going to my bed, I am taking off my clothes, there, now I am laying down, naked.. there.”

“Oh Pete, I wish I was there with you. I want to suck that uncut cock of yours, take it in my wet mouth and feel it grow.”

“Oh yes, I want you to, I want you to suck it good.”

“Then I will lick your balls, lick those big hairy balls of your, running my tongue all over your sack…”

“Oh yes, lick them. I can feel them wet and warm right now.. Lick my balls Steve.”

“Then I will spread your cheeks back and lick your hole. I’ll run my tongue all over your hair hole making it all hot, wet, hmmm I can taste that sweet hot hole of yours now.”

Well he was doing a good job on me. I have my legs bent back to my chest just jerking my cock. I can feel his tongue all over my cock, my balls, my hole and I am hard and jerking my cock

“Fuck yes, eat my hole, stick your tongue in it, shove your face right into my ass Steve, fuck my ass with your tongue”

I got so hot that a moment later I was shooting my load, moaning and sighing so load and shouting I love you over the phone.

“I love you Pete, oh yes, I love you.. Now I will suck your cock, clean your cum up with my tongue. Hmm I know it will taste real good.”

“Oh yes, suck it Steve, suck my cum drenched cock, clean it up with your mouth, slide your tongue under my skin, get all that cum out of my cock.”

“Shove your cock down my throat Pete, make me suck that cum off your cock”

“I’ll grab your head and hold it while I shove my cock into your mouth. I’ll start pumping your mouth, fucking your mouth, your wet, cum covered mouth, fuck it with my hard fucking cock, fucking the hell out of your mouth”

“Hold my head, shove it in, fuck my mouth Pete, fuck my mouth ohhhhh God, yes.. I love you Pete”

“Yes, yes, Steve, I love you, I love you so, I am fucking your mouth, shoving my cock into your mouth, hold your head, making you choke, fucking your mouth.. Yes. Yes. Yes. .ahhhh fuck, fuck, yes…”

“Oh god Pete, that was so good.”

“Steve, that was wonderful. I can almost feel you here with me. I know I could feel you sucking me, I could feel your tongue on my ass, licking it, tonguing it. I know it was you doing that to me, I never had anyone do that to me before.”

“I know what you mean, I felt it all to, we must have something very special to feel this.”

“Yes we do. I know that right now I would want to roll on top of you and spread your legs wide open and slide my cock into your hole.”

“Oh yes, slide that thick uncut cum covered cock into my butt, I want you to fuck my butt.”

“I can feel how tight you are, how good it feels around my cock.”

“God, you are so big, I want you, I want you to love me, make love to my hole Pete.”

“I have your legs over my shoulders and my cock is sliding in and out of your hole with mice long strides, my head peeking out from under the skin as it is pressed deep within you, filling your entire hole with my cock.”

“Oh yes, fuck me Pete, fuck my hole. I want you to fuck me hard, I want you to fill my hole with your cum, shoot it inside me Pete, I want your hot cum in my hole.”

“I am fucking you hard, kissing you and pounding your butt Steve, shoving my cock into you.. Oh yes, it feels so good. I am kissing you so tenderly, holding your hands as I hole your legs wide open and back and just pounding my love into you Steve, just pounding it into you.”

“Pound it in me Pete, shove it in.. Yes, fuck me, yes, fuck me Pete, shove it in me, shoot your load.”

“God yes, I am cumming.”

“Yes Yes Yes, shoot it, fuck me baby, fuck me butt, shoot it in me Pete, I love you.”

“I love you Steve, I am kissing you, biting your lip as I start to cum… I cumming, yes, yes, I love you Steve. I am kissing you, yes, I am kissing you so deeply as I cum inside you.. God I love you Steve..”

“Oh god, I can not believe that I just came again, what a mess.”

“You, I got cum all over my chest and it is.. wait, hmmm, yes, I just had to taste it, it is you that I am tasting, it is your cum I now have in my mouth…. You know you just made me cum three times, I needed this so much. I only hope that my phone wave did not get picked up by any of my neighbors.. How does one explain this huh”

“Ha! I hope not for you sake either. All I know is that I do love you and I don’t know how but I know it is going to work out for us. I just believe that it is meant to be and we will be together when this is all over for you and your wife.”

“I believe that too Steve, I know I love you and I can not wait to be with you. If it felt this good just on the phone, imagine how good it is going to feel when we are together…”

“Well I got to get back to work, I love you and I will talk with you later.”

“You can call me tomorrow, I am home alone all week.”

“Okay, I’ll try. Bye”

“Bye.”

That was the last time I talked with him on the phone. It was the end of August and I had to wait until Oct. To meet him in Baltimore. I knew I had this built up to high, to hot and going totally insane but just did not know what to do. I wanted an email from him every day, I wanted to see his name in my mailbox. I wanted to be with him and I thought about him constantly, I thought of walking with him, shopping, hugging, holding hands, being with him, loving him. He was my world and I did not even know what he looked like. Fuck, love sucks this way and I knew I would loose him soon.

Well I lost him again, no replies, no calls nothing. I kept on emailing him not to leave me like this, lets calm it down, lets be friends, that I want to have him in my life but nothing. It took several weeks then it came, I was chatting with a friend on-line when I got the pop up that I got mail from Steve, no subject line. The following are some of the actual emails that I have cut and pasted into this, I will not run spell check on them.

“God damn it I can’t make it without you! I thought I could but you are flooding my fucking mind every minute of every day. I cannot stand it!!!! What am I going to do? I can’t live without you in my life but I can’t hurt you either. FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!

No need to respond to this – I am hoping that you have moved on. But I just came across my trash and saw that I had not emptied it. Know that I am longing for you – longing each and every minute. I rush to my inbox just to see if by chance there is anything there. But of course there is not. GOD DAMN IT I THINK I AM GOING CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

me.”

I froze, I shook, I was in shock and I wanted to reply right then and there but I waited. Well that was a long 5 minutes but I finally hit the reply button and type out my response.

“if I can not be your lover, then let me be your friend, I did not want to loose you, I don’t want to loose the best thing that I ever found.”

It did not take long but he wrote back.

“my secretary leaves in about 45 minutes. I will call you. I am embarassed and ashamed and have so many feelings inside me. I don’t want to start this again – I do want to start this again – I just don’t think I can stand not being with you. Friendship is fine but I know I want you physically. I have ALWAYS wanted you physically. When I saw the pic of you with your kids on Fathers Day I just could not stand it.”

About 45 minutes late my phone rings and we talk. This was different, I knew if I talk sex, trash like we have done in the past that I will loose this guy and I was still determined to meet him in October. I avoided the topic of his arrival but it was always on my mind and I did try to hit around it. After our phone call I received a nice email saying how nice it was to have me back in his life and that he will never leave me again He told me of his upcoming trip to some other place, nothing around here and it would not be until next week before I would hear from him. He told me that he does not have a laptop nor does he have a computer at home or the cabin (things to remember). I said he should buy one and don’t know why he doesn’t already have one. But I just dropped the subject and went on…. Then an email came in from Steve.

“I’m back from another TRIP FROM HELL. Everything went fine but we had a few minor problems that might need some legal resolution. Oh Well.

Why were you up past 1AM??? Maybe it was the Taste Of Freedom for the first time?? I think it will take a long time for your family/kids to fully understand everything that is going on with you. You just have to live each day one at a time and hope for the best.

I did miss you – I missed not being able to email or speak with you. I thought about you all the time! This is just a short note to say hello — I might be tied up later on with some of the crap from this weekend so if I am a little slow today, please be patient!! “

I was pleased to get his message and I went to show him. I grabbed my camera and went to bed. He never saw a face shot and now he was going to get one. I laid on my pillow on my side with my arm up under and positioned the camera back and click.. click there I go again, to the computer and attached and I hit send and only said “just did not know what to say so I took this while I was thinking about you.”

Abused Twinks Stroke

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At six the following morning Jake was already up. He knew that if he didn’t follow Carson’s timetable to the letter, life would just get even more difficult for Nate.

He shook him gently, “Get your ass out of bed Nate, you’ve got to be in the pool in fifteen minutes.”

There was a groan from beneath the covers, “Fuck off you sadist.”

The covers were yanked back unceremoniously and Jake was torn between wincing in sympathy at the sight of Nate’s bruised back and hooking his tongue back into his mouth when he saw that he slept naked. A tousled head lifted in protest at the cool air on his body.

“If we don’t make it to the pool on time your father will probably have you sleeping in the dog kennels, so move it.”

Nate soon realised that Jake had no intention of turning away to preserve his modesty. In fact he was staring openly with a knowing smirk on his face. He gave in and swung himself up, swallowing hard as the movement pulled at bruised flesh. At least the pain ensured that the rest of his body was behaving itself. He pulled on swimming gear and sweats and waited for Jake to unlock the door.

The pool was full-sized and the perfect temperature. Jake was impressed — the luxury of having such facilities to yourself was not something he was used to. Nate swam with a smooth, well-practiced action though it took a while for the soreness to ease from his back. He pulled himself up onto the edge of the pool. “Don’t you want to swim?”

Jake detached his gaze from Nate’s water-slicked body. “I didn’t want to impose…”

For a moment Nate’s eyes clouded, “Please don’t act as if I have any say in what you do Jake. I ‘m not even allowed out of my room without you for fuck’s sake.” He coloured, “I’m sorry — I shouldn’t be taking this out on you, it’s not your fault. I would rather you joined me than got bored out of your mind watching.”

Jake stripped down and dived cleanly into the water. Nate sat on the side and watched for a while as he shot up and down the lengths with powerful strokes, then joined him at a slower pace. Eventually they both clambered out to dry off. From the corner of his eye Nate admired Jake’s body. He was very toned and lightly tanned; the only obviously soft part of his body was a pair of very kissable lips.

“What’s next then?”

“Haven’t you read your timetable?” Jake raised one eyebrow.

“I ripped it up.”

“Ah. Well this morning you have an hour on the treadmill, breakfast, then four hours study time before lunch. This afternoon you get more study time, hard labour then half an hour free before you join your father for dinner at eight.”

“What the hell’s hard labour?”

“According to your father manual labour is character building. There’s something different each day — it ranges from cleaning out the cellar to chopping logs. I won’t spoil the surprise by telling you all of the jobs he has planned for you.”

For a moment Jake caught an expression of utter despair on Nate’s face, but he turned away quickly.

They headed for the gym, which was very well equipped with state of the art machines. Jake lost himself in the running as he relaxed in to a steady pace, his mind far away. His thoughts were interrupted as Nate stopped his machine and bent over, panting. “Do you think we would be able to run outside sometimes, the treadmill is so boring and the grounds are huge?”

“You are at more risk outside. I have to consider your safety.”

“Please Jake. I’ll go mad shut up all day.” His tone was strained and desperate. “I won’t try to get away from you, I promise.”

Jake stopped running. “While you are studying this morning I’ll do a test run, but don’t get your hopes up. Exposing you to a kidnap risk is not something I’m prepared to consider. I would also have to clear it with your father.”

Nate looked defeated, “He’ll never agree to anything that makes me happier.”

The days and weeks passed slowly. Nate grew steadily quieter and the sparks in his stormy eyes began to fade. Jake was concerned that he was balancing on the edge of a breakdown. No matter how hard he tried to give their days an air of normality everything came back to the fact that Nate was being held against his will. On the days that Carson was in residence Nate barely spoke. Their dinners together were clearly torture for him and he usually returned with fresh bruises across his back. One night he was in a particularly bad way, his cheekbone etched in black and purple shadow. Jake helped him up the stairs and on to the bed, after peeling his shirt off. He cursed at the damage he found, not just welts but some small bloody tears in the skin.

“What the hell have you done to deserve this, Nate?”

There was an edge of hysteria to Nate’s quiet laugh, “He wanted to know if I’d rethought my sexual preferences. I told him I had; that blonde men were more appealing than dark.”

“Idiot.” Jake realised that Nate was stronger than he looked. It must have taken a steel backbone to face down Carson Forbes in that way and he had paid the price.

“He decided to use the buckle end of his belt to beat the attitude out of me.”

Jake gave him painkillers and waited for them to take effect so that he could turn over and lie on his back, propped up against his pillows. The bed’s canopy shaded his face and Jake couldn’t make out his expression when he asked, “Was it true? Do you really prefer blondes?”

Nate reached out and took his hand, stroking the palm with his thumb. “Yes.”

He didn’t meet his eyes and Jake was charmed by his tentative touch. He’d been resisting his feelings for weeks now, unsure that they were reciprocated. It had been torment to touch Nate as he searched him, or watch as he climbed naked into bed. He had dared to hope that one day Nate might see him as something other than his gaoler / protector and find the courage to send him a strong enough signal to encourage response. He seemed to be doing that now.

Jake pulled the curtains and turned out the lights. He switched on the CD player and drew the curtains around the four-poster. He went back to his own room and locked the door then returned to Nate’s room. Cautiously he slipped through the gap in the drapes and sat on the edge of Nate’s bed. His eyes flickered open, “I thought you’d gone.”

“Is that what you want?” Jake’s stomach muscles clenched, he dreaded being rejected.

“No. Please stay.” Nate’s voice was just a whisper.

“Do you trust me?”

Nate nodded, but Jake could see that he was trembling. He moved to sit next to him and gently tugged his head down until he was leaning on his chest. He rested his cheek against silky black hair and ran one finger across a bare shoulder. Using just his fingertips he traced the line of Nate’s arm, feeling muscles quiver through the throb of his own pulse. He circled his fingers around Nate’s narrow wrist and tightened his grip, expecting him to resist his control. He didn’t, in fact he sighed contentedly. Feeling more sure of his territory Jake moved to kneel astride him. Deftly he unzipped his trousers and pushed the fabric down to his hips. He already knew that he would find black silk boxers beneath as he had watched him put them on earlier in the evening. In fact they had been central to his fantasies as he waited to collect him from dinner. Now he fully intended to make those fantasies reality.

The soft shimmering fabric was tented invitingly. Jake used the backs of his fingers to trace the ridge and feel the heat of Nate’s desire. Slowly he rubbed up and down, the silk whispering beneath his ministrations. He ducked his head and nipped the fabric between his teeth pulling the concealed fly gently apart until Nate’s cock sprang free.

“Don’t forget to breathe Nate.”

He smiled as he heard the escape of repressed breath and looked up into dark grey eyes that seemed to move like smoke. His gaze moved down again and he admired the sight of Nate’s smooth, pale cock jutting from a bed of black silk. The contrast was beautiful. He was beautiful.

“Jake?”

Nate’s soft voice broke into his reverie. He looked up, a little dazed.

“If my father has paid you to torture me, please tell me now and put me out of my misery.”

“Why would you say that?”

“For fuck’s sake Jake, if you don’t touch me soon I’m going to cry.”

Jake’s answer was to pin both his wrists against the bed before ducking his head and taking him in to the warm wetness of his mouth. He tasted wonderful as Jake rubbed the surface of his tongue across velvet skin. Nate was uncut and he pushed soft foreskin back with his lips, flicking his tongue over the freshly exposed head beneath.

Nate jerked and Jake gripped his wrists harder. He wanted this pleasure all to himself; he also wanted Nate to know who was in control. Nate whimpered but he didn’t care. He tasted, sucked and licked and felt his own body come to the brink. Nate was struggling to move his hips and he pressed his knees in tighter, forcing him to hold still.

“Oh God! Jake, please… I can’t hold on any longer.”

His cock pulsed in Jake’s mouth and his back arched as he spurted his release into a welcoming throat. Sated he sank back with a shudder. The pressure of Jake’s knees against his hips increased briefly as he also lost control, eyes closed and panting. Eventually he relaxed his grip and moved to lie next to Nate who had slid down the bed. For a while neither of them spoke, then Nate turned his head to gaze into those hypnotic blue eyes.

“Thank you.”

Jake took hold of one hand and gently massaged his wrist.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Nate flushed prettily, “A little. It was… stimulating.”

“You enjoyed it?” Jake raised an eyebrow.

Nate ducked his head, “Does that repel you?”

A hand lifted his chin gently, “It turns me on like you wouldn’t believe.” He stroked a soft cheek, “You can trust me Nate. I will never force you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know.”

Jake sighed, “I need to clean up. I can’t stay here with you, it’s too risky.” He kissed him then with a tender brush of lips and disappeared through the drapes.

As he drifted into sleep Nate examined his own feelings. The sensations he’d felt tonight were unfamiliar but seemed so right, but confusing. Willingly giving himself up to Jake’s dominance was totally different to the situation he found himself in with his stepfather. Mentally he fought Carson every second of the day, with Jake he was happy to surrender. Jake was kind, understanding, doing his best to make an impossible situation bearable but it wasn’t his kindness that appealed to Nate. He knew himself well enough to realise that he was attracted to Jake’s strength, both physical and psychological. Sure, he was gorgeous and that was part of the equation but knowing that Jake could, and would, hold him down and fuck him senseless was driving him wild. Tonight he had gifted him with such pleasure and asked for nothing in return. Nate knew that he would have given him anything he asked for, the fact that he hadn’t asked just confirmed what he had already known deep down, that he was ready to give Jake what no other man had yet claimed.

The following day Jake felt unsettled. The atmosphere between Nate and himself was heavy with tension, like a building storm was about to break. He hoped that Nate felt the same eager anticipation that he did. They had taken the first decisive step and there was no going back. He couldn’t wait to further his explorations of Nate’s beautiful body; in fact he was finding it hard to keep his mind on anything else. This wasn’t helped by the fact that the body he craved was currently stripped to the waist and slicked with sweat as its owner chopped wood under a warm afternoon sun. Jake would have been quite happy to help out — he enjoyed the escape of physical work and the demands on his body — but Carson had forbidden it. This was thinly disguised punishment and as such would be suffered by Nate alone. Jake’s job, he had been told in no uncertain terms, was to make sure he didn’t a) slack off or b) get his hands on anything that could be used as a concealed weapon. Jake chuckled to himself at the thought of Nate trying to hide the axe about his person and then ducked as Nate threw a piece of wood at him.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself you sod!” He leaned on the axe handle and wiped his face with the back of one gloved hand, leaving dirty smears across his skin.

“Look on the bright side — at least you are outdoors, in the fresh air.”

“There is no bright side to enforced slavery Jake, I hurt everywhere.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m enjoying the view myself.” Jake slowly rolled his eyes across a lean chest and flat stomach then looked up to catch the blush that was spreading across Nate’s face. “However, your time is up, you can finish up now.”

“Thank Christ for that!” Nate stripped off his gloves and massaged blistered hands before running one through sodden hair that was sticking to his neck in damp tendrils. He went to put the axe away in a nearby storage shed and pulled the tarpaulin over the log pile. As he tidied up Jake turned and looked down the drive, instantly alert as he heard the sound of an unfamiliar car approaching. As Nate walked back the engine revved and gravel spat as the car accelerated towards them. For Jake, time slowed. There was no time to shout a warning. He threw himself towards Nate as the first retorts of a gun echoed across the courtyard. Pulling his own weapon he returned fire, blocking Nate’s body with his own. His actions bought much needed time as other security staff appeared and sprinted towards them. He thrust Nate roughly towards the first ones to arrive, “Get him away from here!”

Shocked, Nate didn’t resist as he was pulled away. Over his shoulder the last image he saw was that of Jake flying through the air and landing on his back in the gravel. He resisted then, struggling to return, but the guards were too strong and dragged him into the house. Cecil led them up the stairs and he was thrown in to his own room, the door locked behind him. His window was on the wrong side of the house for him to see anything and he hammered at the door in frustration. His efforts were to no avail. No one came to tell him what was going on and eventually he slumped to the floor, back against the end of his bed. He put his head in his hands and sobbed. If Jake was hurt, or worse, it was his fault and he would never forgive himself.

Hours passed and finally Nate dragged himself to the shower to wash away dried sweat and grime. He pulled on fresh underwear and a clean, if ripped, pair of jeans. It was too warm to bother with a top as he paced back and forth. Still no one came. He hadn’t eaten since lunchtime and despite his worry his stomach rumbled. He glanced at the clock — almost midnight — what the hell was happening. Suddenly he heard low voices in the corridor, then the sound of the door to Jake’s room clicking open and then closed again. Seconds felt like hours, then the connecting bathroom door swung open and Jake walked in. Nate’s knees gave way and he sat back on the end of his bed shaking with reaction. Jake paused then walked over and took his face in his hands, “Are you alright?”

Nate didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He was absolutely furious and overjoyed at the same time.

“I thought you were dead you bastard.” Then he kissed him with the unrestrained passion of absolute relief. Jake pulled him to his feet and responded with equal fervour, thrusting his tongue into Nate’s receptive mouth with barely controlled aggression. He pulled away,

“I’m sorry. Your father has had me going over and over what happened in excruciating detail.”

“What did happen? I saw you go down!”

“The miracle that is Kevlar.” He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it apart to reveal the spread of black and purple bruising from chest to shoulder. “I was winded, that’s all.”

Nate touched him gently as if checking that he was real. “Does it hurt?”

“Not enough to stop me.”

“Stop you what?”

“I think you already know the answer to that Nathaniel.”

Nate backed away and Jake grinned wolfishly. “You once said that you wouldn’t try to get away from me, is that still the case?”

Nate nodded. His mouth was suddenly too dry for speech.

“Good. Take your clothes off. Now.” Jake’s stance was resolute and he pinned Nate with his clear blue gaze until he began to comply. When his jeans and shorts were discarded Jake took a step back and examined every inch, absorbing the details of glowing skin, taut muscles and an impressive erection. He lifted his arm into the horizontal position he used to search him and pushed his legs apart.

“Wh..what are you doing?” Nate managed a whisper.

“Searching for concealed weapons. After today, I think I need to be extremely thorough, don’t you?”

He didn’t wait for an answer but ran his hands through silky black hair. He brushed his hands along the top of Nate’s arms and down his sides and then traced the line of his spine with a delicate touch. Nate twitched as he smoothed his palms across his chest, grazing jutting nipples as he passed.

“Keep still, or I will be forced to take measures to prevent you from moving.”

He sounded mildly threatening and Nate blinked nervously.

“Hands behind your back please.” Nate’s fingers flexed as Jake turned his attention to his cock. He lifted it a little and took the weight of his balls into one hand, “Hmm, plenty of ammunition. This gun is certainly loaded and that’s against the rules.” He circled behind him and stroked the curve at the top of his ass. “What do you think I should do about that Nathaniel?” He licked a finger and slid it between tight cheeks, probing gently. Nate’s answer was to come, instantly and spectacularly. As he shuddered strong hands gripped his waist and Jake pressed closely against his back. He whispered into his ear, “It looks like I’ve discovered your trigger, doesn’t it?” He slid his hands from Nate’s waist down to his groin and feathered his fingers across his inner thighs. Nate gasped and began to harden again. He thrust his ass back against Jake’s thigh, spreading the cheeks, seeking friction against his most intimate place.

“Jake, please!”

Jake ground against him, “What? Do you want me to stop?”

“No! Fuck no!”

Jake whirled him round and grasped his ass with both hands. “Tell me.”

Nate whimpered as fingers probed his crack.

“Tell me what you want Nate.”

“I want you inside me! Take me Jake, please!”

There were a thousand reasons why this shouldn’t happen but Jake was no longer in the mood for reasoned argument. He wanted this badly. He wrapped his arms around Nate and pressed against him, nuzzling and kissing his slender neck. Skin touched skin where his shirt hung open and he was fully aware of being clothed while he held Jake’s naked and defenceless form. He revelled in the power it gave him as he touched and tormented with expert hands. He pushed Jake back on to the bed, positioning a couple of pillows beneath his lower back so that his hips were raised.

“Open your legs,” he ordered sharply and admired the view as Nate complied. He had an amazing view of his creamy ass with its dark tempting entrance concealed behind weighty hanging balls. Nate’s cock was fully erect again and his breathing was becoming fast and erratic.

Maintaining eye contact Jake slowly stripped off his clothes and stood looking down on his prize. He savoured the moment and touched his own iron cock gently. Nate swallowed at the sight of him, knowing that he was big enough to cause him significant pain. What the hell was he doing, lying here exposing himself like some kind of sacrificial offering? He trembled at the thought but hardened further. He loved this feeling of powerlessness; Jake managed to make unconditional obedience a natural response with just a narrowing of those sapphire eyes.

Drinking Bois Do It

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Good relationships are ..good but dysfunctional relationships with a lot of angst and stuporousness is better

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Sunlight clawed at my eyelids and my left leg burned with pins and needles. Raising a hand to try and block out the blinding light, I slowly moaned my way to a awkward sitting position. Something really heavy was cutting off all the blood circulation to my leg and I couldn’t shift it off.

Sighing, I waited a few seconds for my eyes to adjust before exploring the cause of my pain.

Troy was sprawled on the floor beside the bed with one leg under my covers and resting like lead on my leg. The bastard had probably tried to sleep with me, but my subconscious had landed him on the floor.

Straining my neck to look at my bedside clock on the other side of the room I mentally rolled my eyes in exasperation.

“Hey asswipe, its five, football training!”

Troy muttered something under his breath before raising a drunken hand to scratch idly at his privates. I waited patiently a few minutes but his hand was just not progressing anywhere else and drool was starting to form on the side of his mouth.

“For crying out loud, at least get your log off me!” I yelled, gripping his leg with both hands and making a unsuccessful attempt at hauling him off me.

“Ahhhhh…yeh Princess…yeh….just like that….Ooooooooo!”

What had started off as a scratch was becoming more of a massage.

“Fuck yeh…..you are my Princess, my…my…ahhhhhh yeh move like that!”

Realising that I wasn’t going get my leg out anytime soon I rested my chin on my hand and watched with amusement as Troy humped his hand and his lips smooch the air. I was surprised he could get it up, looking at all the dried crusty cum on his chest it seems as if he had already done more than enough the night before.

“Fucking sex maniac,” I muttered under my breath as I watched ropes after ropes of cum shoot from his massive rod.

Suddenly Troy’s eyes snapped open. One blue eye noted my displeased face and he groaned, large hands rising to cover his burning face and wipe away his drool.

“Okay sunshine, you’ve done your business now get off me,” I said flatly, tapping his golden furred knee with a impatient finger. Immediately, his leg came off and I limped my way back to my side of the room.

I could feel his burning gaze on my naked arse as I shuffled about, gathering my toiletries as per usual.

“So ummm, you want me to take care of that?” came a soft hopeful whisper. Turning around I raised an eyebrow. Troy’s eyes had gone directly from arse to cock, I wonder if the bastard even knew what my face looked like.

Following his gaze to my proud straining tool, I regarded it thoughtfully. Then slowly, I ran my hands up my thighs and watched with a hint of glee but mostly disdain as Troy’s eyes turned into two large saucers. The bastard really was a fucking sex maniac.

“Some other time maybe,” I replied and with that, I stepped out of the room and shut the door to muffle any protest. Sure I would have loved a little attention down there, but somehow, the thought of Troy lusting after my body felt much better.

For the first time in a long while I had a shit eating grin pasted onto my face as I half skipped to the showers. Pissing off Troy coupled with healthy morning cleaning rituals makes me feel a-okay.

Preoccupied with thinking up other ways to torture Troy, I didn’t realise that the showers were occupied until the stench of sweaty bodies and loud rock music smashed into me and deflated my morning wood like a 10 tonne trailer. Immediately I turned to leave but before I could a large hairy arm snaked its way around my shoulders and pulled me against a equally large and hairy chest.

“Hey Dec, aren’t you going to take a shower?” came a rumbling voice.

Swivelling my head to a painful angle I looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of blue streaked hair. Damnit, there was only one person in the school with hair like that, Alex King. Built like a Greek God and with a fighting fist to match, Alex, or better known as King, was the school bully.

“Uhhh I just realised that I forgot my towel, I need to go get it,” I lied, hoping against hope that the brute would leave me alone.

“Awwwww really lil’bro..?”

Feeling the hairy arm leave my shoulders I sighed with relief and acted to leave but a disturbingly warm and sweat soaked towel was dunked on my head.

“That’s okay though, you can use mine!”

Mouth opening and closing like a goldfish I was battling with the decision of whether to vomit or feint. Choosing neither because I didn’t want to get beaten up, I managed a choked thanks and with shaking fingers, removed the towel from my head and held it gingerly in one hand.

I really didn’t know what made me feel more nervous. The germs on his towel or the fact that the guy who sent the Physics teacher to hospital last semester looking like a pretzel was beaming at me like a five year old.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, the room became flooded with naked, withering, sweating and panting male bodies. If I was a normal gay person, sure this could be heaven, but I’m not and I fucking want out. What made it more f-ing un-awesomeable was that every person who saw me felt the indecent and unnecessary need to physically touch me in greeting.

“Hey Dec!” a pat on the shoulder. “Yo Deccy!” a pat on the back. “Decarde,” a handshake. “Sweet cheeks!” a grope of the privates. Fucking retard.

Squeezing my way to the far corner of the room, I closed my eyes and wheezed quietly to myself. The exit was only about seven meters and ten bodies away, I just needed to gather my nerves and I’d be free in no time. It’s times like this that proves God is inherently sadistic.

Suddenly I felt heavy breathing down my neck. Large rough hands gripped my arse cheeks and a warm tongue travelled slowly up my right shoulder.

‘Since I’m lending you my towel, how about you lend me a little of your time Dec?” my molester whispered tantalisingly in my ear once his tongue had finished sliming up my back.

With both hands against the wall I tired to push him off, but only succeeded in slipping and banging my knee painfully against the change room bench.

“Get the fuck off me faggot!” I sneered through clenched teeth. The guy next to me knew what was happening but did the best he could to ignore it. Nobody wanted the attention King in this school. As a new student I had been given the delight of hearing all the horror stories of Alex’s victims which ranged from utter humiliation to utter mutilation.

“Comeon cupcake, I’ll make you feel good,” continued Alex, a hand leaving my arse and slithering between my legs to grip my balls.

Letting out a yelp I unconsciously leant back against his chest, my body remembering all too regretfully Troy’s offer earlier in the morning. But it didn’t feel right, even though I was getting hard in his expert hand it felt really fucked up because I kept imagining that the molten hard flesh sliding between my cheeks was Troy’s.

“uhhhhhhhh Alex?” “Yeh babe?” “I..I…need..need..” I gasped between breathes. “You need what babe? Want my big cock up your tight arse yeh?” “I need..need…” Fuck my mind was going insane. I wanna castrate Troy. “Yeh cupcake say it for me.” He groaned, attacking my arse crack with his slippery cock more aggressively.

“I…I…I……………….needa take a shit.” I stated rather monotonously after a few heavy gulps of air.

Alex’s body froze against mine for a split second and then rocketed with vibrations as he burst into uncontrollable laughter. Stepping back he regarded me with teary eyes and a wide grin, “That is the fucking most unsexiest thing anybody has ever said to me!”

Still laughing he slumped against the bench next to me to calm himself down. Strangely, I felt rather offended by his comment.

“For your big fat information, there are people who would die to watch me in the toilet!” Now why the fuck did I say that for?

My retaliation sent him into a new wave of laughing and snorting. His boner bounced around on his abbs like a jack-in-the-box as he hollered in glee. Such a big fucking retarded bastard, how the fuck did he manage to get such a badass reputation?

Pissed and most definitely annoyed, I straightened up and headed towards the exit. While Alex had been trying to rape me the room had conveniently cleared itself with most of the guys either cowering back in their rooms or in the shower with the music turned up extra loud.

“Hope you choke on your own breathe,” I growled as I angrily swung open the change room door and stormed back towards my room. I was so pissed I didn’t even care that I didn’t take my morning shower. You can rape me, kill me, or even sell me off to Ethiopia as a foot washer but NOBODY stomps on my sex-appeal.

Back in my room I noted Troy’s absence with further aggravation. The asswipe was never there when I needed him. Grabbing his pillow from his bed I gave it a few good punches before heading off to class.

And so it was like this that I simmered angrily and filthily in my seat throughout the day, burning agonising holes into the backs of Alex and Troy with my laser vision. Both hulking forms sat in the row in front of me, taunting me with their wide backs and heaving shoulders.

Both had been moved to the front row a few days ago, much to my peaking frustration, by the homeroom teacher in hopes of increasing their ‘attention spans’.

Fucking lot the move did. All that is achieved was blocking the view of the blackboard for the other rows and reducing the teacher to a whimpering mess. With his feet up on the table, Alex would crack his knuckles every once in a while and throw a spit ball at the teacher. Troy on the other hand seemed genuinely interested in taking notes but his head would snap back to look at me every three minutes and glare at the guys sitting next to me. The fucking hebetudinous asswipe.

Therefore when the day finally ended I was in a murderous and heinous state of mind. My vision was literally tainted with red and for god knows what reason, I was incredibly turned on. In other words, I wanted revenge sex.

As soon as the last bell rang I shot out of my seat and headed towards Troy. Throwing my school bag at him I leant back and folded my arms before stating, “I am taking you up on your morning offer.”

Troy froze, dazed for a moment and then his eyes bugged out of his head when realisation dawned on him.

Through my peripheral vision I noted with glee a similar response from King. That’s right you fucking retard, start regretting.

Then leaning forward and trapping Troy in his seat I gave him my ‘come-hither’ look before winking and strutting out the room like a slut in her favourite lingerie. I’ll show that majestic twerp who holds the leash to the biggest dick in this school.

Suddenly the sound of clashing metal brought me out of my happy world. Turning around I observed a dishevelled Troy trying to untangle himself from his desk — my bag around his neck, his bag around a leg and a chair somewhere in between. The biggest dick indeed.

Sighing, I turned back around and strode back to my room stiffly, all the while using my sheer force of will to ignore the stumbling fool behind me. If I tried really hard to believe that he didn’t exist, maybe other people will believe so too.

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The builder’s office shouldn’t be dark at this time of day. True that the sun had set and it would have been dark in any event as the snow had begun to fall faster and was mounding up around the door. But Chet had made an appointment to deliver the plans for the Thornton’s new house to the builder, and Danny had promised to keep the office open for him. Chet had almost put the transaction off, as the funeral had only been yesterday, but the Thorntons were anxious to get past this phase and neither Danny nor Chet had wanted to give them second thoughts about the contract. Phil had been the front man for the building firm, while Danny had been the behind-the-scene organizer and schedule keeper. With Phil gone now, it was likely that the firm’s clients would be antsy about the business. Phil had been the outgoing one, the marketer, the glad-hander. There was no way that the clients would know that Danny had been the glue that held the business together, the engine that made it work. He was too young and reticent to make his mark while he stood, willingly, in the shadow of Phil.

Phil had been quite inconsiderate, Chet was thinking as he pushed the front door of the office and entered the empty, but still brightly lit reception room. A frosted white Christmas tree stood, a bit askew, on the top of the reception desk, a gold braided garland drooping down to the surface of the desk and its red balls reflecting light from the overheads back onto the glass front window. The tree lights were off; they’d been off since Friday—when it had happened. The tree lights were off just as starkly as the light of the firm was off.

Phil had been quite inconsiderate in Chet’s opinion at the moment because he’d chosen not only to die abruptly, without warning, but to do so between Christmas and New Years—on a Friday night. Danny, of course, hadn’t been any help. Chet and a few of the couple’s other friends had to step in and make all of the arrangements. And this wasn’t easy to do. Phil’s religion dictated he be interred immediately. But there had been no prior arrangements. Phil had been robust and fully alive, even though he was past fifty. Dying was the last thing either he or Danny had considered possible. They had been together—and inseparable—for nearly five years, ever since Danny graduated from college and joined Phil’s firm.

Chet felt a little put upon for all he had had to do over the past two days. But he had done it for Danny. He had wanted Danny from the day he had joined the firm. But Phil and Danny had made their connection even before that, and Chet had been forced to stand in the shadows, watching and wanting Danny, but not wanting to break into what Phil and Danny obviously had going for themselves.

Chet heard rustling from the back, where the private offices were, and he pushed open the door to the back corridor and moved, by instinct, past Danny’s office to the large corner office at the back, the one that Phil had ruled the firm from. The door was ajar and the room was dimly lit by a single desk lamp on the large mahogany executive desk that commanded the room, nearly centered on the lush Oriental rug.

Danny was slouched in Phil’s throne-like chair behind the desk, his arms hunched on the top of the desk and his forehead arced down. He had a sweater held up to his eyes and he was snuffling away. Chet recognized the sweater as one Phil liked to wear after the clients had departed and he was playing lord of the firm.

“Danny,” Chet said softly, wanting to warn his young friend of his presence, wanting to give Danny a moment to pull himself together. But Danny didn’t pull himself together. He continued to cry softly and rub the cashmere softness of the sweater on his eyelids.

Chet took this as a good sign. Danny had been stoic through the visitation and the funeral ceremony itself. Not that many knew that Phil and Danny were lovers and were living together. Phil’s family didn’t know it, and Danny had done all he could to give his lover that deniability beyond the grave. Chet was pleased and comforted that Danny didn’t keep up that pretense with him.

“Danny,” Chet repeated after he had sat down on the visitor’s chair on the other side of the desk, a chair that Phil had had made shorter than normal to put his clients and other visitors in their place relative to him. “Danny, I could come back later. But we’d arranged—”

“No, no,” Danny said in a small voice muffled by the sweater. “Go ahead and put the plans on the desk. I’ll have them delivered tomorrow. Madge and Tony are coming in. Madge had taken the holiday week off, but she volunteered to handle the phones. There have been a lot of calls . . . about Phil.”

“I’m sure there have been. It was a shock to us all. No one expected—”

“No, no one did,” Danny said. He put the sweater down, lovingly, almost reverently, on the desk, folding it as if he was going to put it back in the drawer. “I’m such a mess—”

“No one who knew about you and Phil would expect you to be any other way, Danny. It’s OK.”

“No,” Danny said. “It’s that I’m being so . . . Goddam irrational and selfish.”

“Irrational? Selfish? I don’t follow,” Chet murmured. “It’s natural—”

“It’s natural, with Phil being dead, to wonder where my Christmas present is?” Danny asked. The vehemence in his voice showcased the depth of his despair and self-loathing.”

“What? Come again?” Chet asked. He was completely nonplused. Danny didn’t have a selfish bone in his body. He had done everything for Phil. The cooking, the washing, the shopping. All Phil had to do was the fucking.

For a moment Danny was speechless. What he had blurted out had certainly rendered Chet speechless. Danny began to wheeze, which prompted him to reach into his pocket, take out a small pill box, and struggle with it for a moment.

“Shit. Can’t get it open. Piece of crap. Been that way for weeks.” But then he did manage to get it open, with such force that pills spilled out over the desk top. Danny selected two, popped them in his mouth, and took a swig of water from a half-full glass. Then he cleared his throat and made another attempt to speak.

“I shouldn’t care, of course. It’s just the unfinished business of it all.” He stopped, gathering his thoughts.

“Go on,” Chet prompted in a low voice.

“You know that Phil’s been home sick for the last couple of weeks. We should have known something was coming on. He’d never felt that weak and wiped out before.”

“Yes,” Chet said. “But the present—”

“Even though he’d been sick, he’d managed to get a birthday present for me after Thanksgiving. And then he got weaker, and I asked him if he needed any shopping done. And he said no and that he’d gotten me something special but I couldn’t see it until Christmas.”

Chet didn’t say anything, still perplexed.

“But, but . . .,” Danny was having trouble continuing. “But Christmas came and went, and he was in a high fever Christmas day and the ambulance came for him that night. Needless to say we didn’t have Christmas at all.”

“And no present?” Chet asked?

“Right. Oh, God. It’s not that I have to have a Christmas present,” Danny blustered, already close to tears again. “But it’s knowing he had something for me. A last present. Some of it is that, wanting that last present to hold onto. But mostly it’s knowing that it’s around somewhere. Unfinished business. And, God, the worst part—maybe finding it three months from now when I’ve somehow managed to adjust to him . . . being . . . gone.”

Danny was crying again. The tears were flowing down his cheeks. Chet was crushed. He couldn’t stand to see Danny in this condition. Danny was the sensitive one. Chet knew this would tear him apart.

“Come here, Danny,” Chet said. But he said it with a frog in his throat, in a low, guttural voice that Danny wouldn’t have been able to decipher even if he hadn’t been crying. Chet pushed his chair back from the table and beckoned. Urging Danny to come to him for comfort. Reacting by instinct.

“What?” Danny murmured.

“Come over here to me, Danny. Or I’ll come over there. You needn’t be alone. You aren’t alone.”

Danny meekly rose from his chair and moved around the desk. Chet was being strong. Chet was being dominant. This was a role Danny was familiar and comfortable with. He also was responding instinctively. The submissive to the strong father figure.

“Here, on my lap,” Chet said. He wasn’t intentionally trying to push Phil aside already. But he knew Phil and Danny. He had wanted to be Phil for so long. He knew what would calm Danny.

Danny sank onto Chet’s lap, sitting sideways, his right leg over the arm of the chair and his left across Chet’s knees, his calf descending along Chet’s shin and his toe resting on the plush carpet.

“Put your arm around my neck, Danny.” Danny complied.

“Now put your head under my chin. Go ahead and do that. And go ahead and cry it out.”

Danny sank against Chet’s chest. He could feel Chet’s heart racing, and it gave him great comfort. If he closed his eyes, he could almost feel he was with Phil. Chet was strong and heavily muscled, just as Phil had been. And he was older. Not as old as Phil. But only enough. Danny felt safe in his arms. He was drawn to the musky smell of the other man. Like Phil. He was comfortable being told what to do.

Chet was rocking Danny back and forth and humming softly to him, just as he would do to a small child. He had his arms locked around Danny, and he was rubbing the younger man’s back softly, soothingly. His hand, almost without him realizing it—almost—went up under Danny’s shirt tail in back, and he was now running his hand lightly around on Danny’s back, under the fabric. Danny was making a low humming sound now.

But he was still crying softly.

“Don’t cry, Danny. I’ll help you look. I’ll take care of you,” Chet said. He was switching to automatic pilot now. He had dreamed of this for months. He was kissing the top of Danny’s head. Danny made no move to disengage. Chet tilted up Danny’s chin and gently kissed the younger man’s cheeks, trapping his salty tears. It was only a short step from there to tentatively, gently possessing Danny’s lips with his own. Danny was yielding and his kiss was sweet.

Chet pulled the rest of Danny’s shirt tail out of his pants and he ran a hand up Danny’s chest and to his nipples. Danny sighed.

Chet brought his hand slowly down Danny’s sternum and belly and undid his belt and ran his hand down under the fabric of Danny’s pants. He ran his hand down along Danny’s cock and held him close there. Danny moaned and arched his back, presenting his nipples to Chet’s lips.

There was no doubt that Danny could feel Chet’s need pushing at his buttocks as they continued to rock back and forth.

“Feet on floor and chest on desk,” Chet commanded in a low, husky voice.

As Danny dutifully positioned himself, Chet pulled the younger man’s pants and shoes off.

This is what Chet had wanted to see for the longest time. He loved the plump curve of Danny’s butt cheeks. He sat there on the edge of the chair behind Danny and leaned down, pulled the cheeks apart gently, almost worshipfully, with the palm of his hands and blew on the puckered hole now revealed. Danny twitched and moaned.

Chet leaned forward and kissed and tongued along the crack. Danny swayed against him. He was whispering quietly to himself and moaning softly, but Chet couldn’t hear what he was saying.

Chet unzipped himself and began stroking his own cock to full staff as his tongue circled ever closer and then ever deeper and Danny gently swayed his hips to the attention he was receiving.

“Now, back onto me,” Chet commanded in a husky voice. Danny stood and then just sank slowly backward, into Chet’s lap, impaling himself on Chet’s waiting cock.

They began a motion again, but more of a rocking forward and backward. Chet lifted Danny’s legs and spread them over the arms of the chair, He was holding Danny with one palm on his left breast and the other fanned out on his belly.

They fucked quietly and in slow motion, their moans and groans rising and falling in concert, Danny still murmuring to himself in words that Chet couldn’t catch.

Chet’s instincts to possess fully, to control completely took over and, on a command and without losing connection, Chet stood and gently lowered Danny with him to the plush carpet. They lay on their sides, Chet touching Danny full length along his back. Chet lifted Danny’s left leg, and buried his cock deeper inside the younger man and started a strong, steady stroking that had Danny gasping and writhing and groaning and moaning. Chet was stroking Danny’s cock with one hand in the crescendoing rhythm of the fuck. Danny’s muttering was gaining intensity and clarity, and as Chet exploded in orgasm, setting Danny’s own ejaculation off, Danny could clearly be heard crying out Phil’s name.

Chet said nothing. But he knew that Phil would always remain a specter between him and Danny. But maybe there was something he could do to at least assuage that a bit.

He nuzzled the hollow of Danny’s neck with his lips. Danny was still crying softly.

“Now we go home,” Chet said, quietly but forcefully. “To my home. To my bed.”

“Yes, Chet,” Danny murmured.

* * *

Linda heard the taxi pull up outside the store. Mr. H. always came in by taxi when it was snowing. He’d never learned to cope with that. Just one of the things Mr. H. made clear he wasn’t going to try to cope with. The whole world could adjust to Mr. H., it could. She could see just by looking out the window that the snow hadn’t made the ride any more pleasant for Mr. H., although it didn’t take much to make Mr. H. unpleasant. He had slammed the taxi door and caused a nice-looking gentleman in an expensive-looking coat to slide hard against a light pole. But without saying a word, Mr. H. turned and just barreled into the store. As Christina helped Mr. H. with his coat and mumbled those mothering sounds of hers, Linda went back to the window to see about the gentleman. He had gotten back upright and slid more than walked over to the store’s show window. Linda ducked to the side so that he wouldn’t be staring into her face and wouldn’t bring her into what had just happened. But she didn’t retreat far from the window. She wanted to observe him, to be sure he hadn’t broken anything.

The man looked into the window display briefly and then turned and started to gingerly walk off. After he had moved a few paces away from the show window, though, he stopped dead in his tracks and then, after a short pause, squared his shoulders and shuffled back to the store.

Linda briefly panicked, thinking he meant to come in looking for whoever had knocked him down, but when she looked into his eyes, she didn’t see anger there. Instead, he had sad eyes. Linda could see defeat in his eyes, which was quite a shock to see on such a nicely clothed gentleman. Linda’s first thought was that he knew who the man was who had knocked him down—that he owned this jewelry store—and that he was going to smash the glass and try to run off with some of the display jewelry.

But he just stood there for the longest minute, frozen in place. And so did Linda. Both waiting for the next scene to start.

At length, Linda saw Chet square his shoulders and enter the store, which set off that bell Linda always found so annoying, and walked right up to the counter in front of Linda.

“Yes, sir, welcome to Hudson’s, fine jewelers,” Linda said in her practiced for-the-customers voice. “Can I help you with anything? We have some nice jeweled pins. Just the thing for wife or girlfriend—or mother.” She couldn’t gauge him. He was a handsome devil, well and solidly built. And obviously successful. A touch of gray, but she was sure he wasn’t out of his forties.

“Um, no, I’m not looking for anything to buy. I was just wondering—”

He suddenly seemed at a loss for words and seemed only half as brave and determined as he had been when he walked in. Linda didn’t help. She was still trying to gauge whether he was married or not; she couldn’t read this one. So far she didn’t have a clue what he had come in to get, and, although she prided herself in figuring customers out down to how much they were willing to part with, Mr. H. always said not to assume too fast that the customer is looking for something cheaper than you might otherwise convince them they can’t live without.

“Is this Mr. Hudson’s shop? Mr. Mortimer Hudson?”

“Yes, it is.” Oh, Lord, Linda thought, maybe the man wants to make trouble with Mr. H. for knocking him down after all. “Did you want to talk with him?” Linda asked, willing the man to say that wasn’t necessary. “I think he might be in back, but he’s working on a setting right now, and we don’t like to disturb him when he’s doing that.”

All of a sudden the man looked about ten years older and defeated.

“But if it’s important,” Linda rushed on, “I can go get him.”

“No, it’s OK,” Chet said. “Maybe you can help me. I’m told that a colleague of mine used to shop here. And I think he knew Mr. Hudson.” There was a pause, as Chet absentmindedly played in a tray of cheap stickpins on top of the counter. “Do you—?” He cleared his throat and looked up at one of the dim corners of the ceiling. “Do you perhaps keep any records of things ordered but never picked up?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow. What to you mean?” Linda responded.

And then it all came out in a rush. “Well, I think this colleague may have bought something in here sometime before Christmas and then not picked it up. I’m just checking on whether that could have happened. And, and, of course, I’d take it now and pay for it.”

“Well, I don’t know. That’s possible, of course. What did he order?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? How then do you—?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll have to explain a bit. The colleague’s name is Phil Shelton. He died right after Christmas and he had this fiancée, Danielle—he called her Danny—who he told he had a special Christmas present for. And now she’s all upset and doesn’t thinks she can get closure on his death without knowing what he got her, and my friends and I were thinking that maybe he ordered something from one of the stores he used and just got too sick to pick it up. I’m sorry if this sounds disjointed, but—”

“Oh,” Linda said. “This is getting a little complicated. I think I’d better go get Mr. Hudson. You said his name was Phil . . .”

“Phil Shelton. And if it’s something engraved, it might be for a Danny, spelled with a ‘Y.’”

Mr. Hudson seemed none too happy to be interrupted when Linda came into the workroom.

“Whadcha want? Can’t you see I’m finishing up Ruth’s anniversary present?”

Linda looked at what Mr. Hudson was working on. It was an exquisite pill box, done in silver, with a diamond pavé top, centered by a blue sapphire.

“It’s gorgeous, Mr. H. She’ll love it,” Linda said, although she wasn’t too sure about the last comment. Just the other day Mr. Hudson’s Ruth had told her that she bet Mr. H. would give her another of precious stone baubles she couldn’t actually use without fear of losing it or having it stolen. She’d said she’d much prefer something simple and not so flashy. And what she’d really like is for Mr. H. to not be such a tight-fisted grouch—just once, that whatever he did give seemed to be begrudged.

“This other one’s very nice too,” Linda said, picking up a simpler gold pill box with filigreeing and that nearly finished, but without stones. “Who are you making this for, Mr. H.?” she asked. “I don’t remember an order for one of these. Such an interesting design.”

“Don’t know myself,” he grumped back at her. “I just had this urge to make that one. Something just kept nagging at me that I could find a use for that. The filigree work just kept cropping up in my head. So I went ahead and started making it. Now skeddadle so I can finish this box before I forget the I design I was working with the wires.”

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Although Bruce was left blushing for a week every time he went to work, both of the men felt that their escapade there was well spent. Even if they were pretty sure Bruce’s secretary knew exactly what they’d been doing… it had still be extremely fun.

They were left wondering where else they might be able to go and have fun, running the risk without getting caught… their close brush at Bruce’s office had convinced them that while they enjoyed the risk, they didn’t want anyone to actually catch them. Never mind the fact that they might get into trouble, they also didn’t want to lose this fabulous new part of their sex lives, and both of them were pretty sure that if they got caught their enthusiasm would suffer. And both of them liked this so much… it was such a fantastic way to do so many new things with sex, how could anyone be in a rut when they’re constantly looking for new places and new situations?!

A few times Jeff gave Bruce a hand job under the table in the restaurant, with Bruce later returning the favor – either under the table or in the bathroom, but both of them were longing for something more. And they couldn’t help but blush whenever their server walked up, so they knew that they weren’t being completely discreet. Especially the first time when Jeff had actually pulled his hand away and it was made very obvious where it had been; fortunately that particular server seemed to be very understanding and had just given them a wink. She’d even stayed away from their table in order to give them privacy for the most part, and made sure she was always very visible long before she approached them… but both of them had been so mortified that Jeff hadn’t wanted to try again and Bruce wasn’t sure he’d be “up” for it either.

Still, it had been very exciting, and when they’d gotten the nerve up to try again – at a different restaurant – it had gone much more successfuly. They found that if they didn’t act as though they were doing anything wrong, then people just assumed that Jeff had his hand on Bruce’s thigh or something. The trick was to try and make it look normal, so Bruce would put his arm around Jeff’s shoulders as Jeff leaned into him, his hand sliding into the unzipped portion of Bruce’s pants. It helped when there was a long table cloth and if they kept Bruce’s pants buttoned.

A few times though, they’d had suspicious servers who were NOT as accommodating as that first girl, and they’d just gone off to the bathroom and had sex in the stalls there. There was even an art to that, making sure that they could keep going even when someone walked in. It was easiest if Jeff was facing Bruce while Bruce fucked him, since Jeff was the lighter of the two, and then if someone walked in he could just wrap his legs around Bruce’s waist and they could keep going until the person left. In fact, it gave the experience a little bit of an extra thrill when that happened. One time they were pretty sure that the person who came in was their overzealous waiter…

Of course, since he left Jeff his phone number on the check that might not have been because of the reaons they originally thought. Both of them had a good laugh over that one… the guy had looked so suspicious when they’d both come out of the bathroom. Sometimes it was fun when someone knew what was going on but couldn’t prove it… still, both of them got a rush of fear and their stomachs fluttered whenever they thought they might be well and truly caught.

Now they were sitting in one of those very fancy restaurants where the tables were spaced out, and they were in a very secluded booth. The server couldn’t see their laps at all because of the way the semi-circular booth was positioned, and the tablecloths draped down to the floor… it had to be their ideal situation.

Jeff’s hand slid up and down Bruce’s dick seductively, squeezing and caressing as he moved slowly but firmly. Leaning over to whisper in Bruce’s ear, his breath tickled Bruce’s neck and made him shiver with lust as Jeff whispered, “You know… the tablecloths DO go down to the floor….”

And before Bruce’s mind could realize that implications of that, Jeff had looked around to make sure that no one was watching (they weren’t and their server was in the kitchen) and then slipped under the table. A moment later a warm wet mouth engulfed Bruce and he gasped, his hips thrusting upwards as Jeff’s mouth slid down his dick, tongue licking and caressing.

His hands gripped the sides of the table as he hissed, “What are you DOING?!”

In response, Jeff’s hands slid under his balls, squeezing them gently as a finger pressed against his ass. Bruce would have said more except that their waitress was walking towards the table, their salads in hand.

“Here you go,” she said, sliding the salad in front of him as he practically sweated, Jeff’s finger stabbed deep into his ass.

“Thank you,” he said, struggling to keep his voice normal, although to him it sounded a little hoarse, but she didn’t seem to notice.

Jeff’s suction increased, the warmth and wetness going all the way down Bruce’s shaft until he felt Jeff’s lips press up against his groin.

“Can I get you anything else?” the pretty waitress asked, smiling at him brightly. Bruce wished that she would just go away… the whole situation was getting to him in more ways than one. And it didn’t help that Jeff seemed particularly enthusiastic since there was someone there talking to Bruce… he must be feeling awfully secure down under that concealing tablecloth.

“No thank you,” Bruce smiled as normally as he could. It probably wasn’t normal enough, because she did give him an odd and questioning look before walking away, she kinda shrugged to herself and kept going.

If his dick hadn’t been in Jeff’s mouth, sending such wonderful sensations up and down his spine, Bruce would have been able to relax.

“You enjoyed that,” he hissed down at his lap, where he could see movement underneath the tablecloth. Jeff’s head bobbed up and down, swallowing him whole over and over so that Bruce had to stifle a lustful groan. The finger in his ass pressed inwards, making his hips jerk a little so that his dick went even deeper into Jeff’s throat, he hissed a warning to his boyfriend, “I’m gonna cum…”

Jeff’s tongue laved the underside of his dick all the way up to the sensitive head and Bruce gasped, closing his eyes against the world as his orgasm flowed upwards and into Jeff’s mouth, his ass clenching down on the pressing finger. Shuddering a little, he managed to keep most outward signs of his passion from being too noticeable; his hands gripped the table tightly and his breathing deepened, but other than that, only Jeff got the physical reaction.

It was the mental that was the most incredible. A restaurant full of people, any of them could look over at their table at any moment, walk by to go to the bathroom, and not one of them knew that his boyfriend was blowing him under the table. It was a heady rush of emotion and adrenaline.

When he relaxed, his dick softening in Jeff’s mouth, Bruce opened his eyes and scanned the restaurant. He’d almost feared doing that, thinking that everyone would be staring, but not one person was even looking his way. His whole body relaxed.

“Is anyone looking?” whispered his boyfriend.

“Nope,” said Bruce, and Jeff popped back up beside him, looking completely normal except that his hair was a bit tousled. Bruce smiled at him and leaned forward for a kiss as their waitress came back with their food.

Jeff pushed his salad at her, “Here, I don’t really need this.”

“Oh, did you not like it?” she asked, looking concerned as she put down their dinners.

“Oh no, it’s not that,” he assured her, “I just want to make sure that I save room for dessert.”

He shot a sly look at his boyfriend that nearly made Bruce choke on his first bite of steak.

“Oh ok,” the girl dimpled and walked away with their salad plates.

Later, when she took their dessert order and walked away, it was Bruce that slid under the table. Jeff just sighed and reached his hand under to wrap his hand in Bruce’s hair as his dick slowly hardened in Bruce’s eager mouth.

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On the hottest, steamiest night of the summer in the big city, I almost met my Maker. I was an undercover cop working for the vice squad, about to observe and take part in a drug transaction outside the Frisky Bar, a gay strip joint in a seedy part of town.

Moving down the alley closer to the drug buy, I moved out of sight of my partner (a mistake), and passing behind a dumpster, I saw the perp and his customer. I walked out into the open–the perp knew me–but before I could say anything to the dude, I spotted who he was talking to–that was no customer, that was somebody I knew from a previous sting! They both looked up at me, and the perp growled, “Well, I’ll be a son of a bitch, there he is now!”

Oh, shit. I’m busted!

Two more guys stepped out of the shadows behind the dumpster. And I guess one or more were behind me because something hit me in the back of the head, and I went down.

I came to on the ground, being kicked in the body and the head. I was in deep shit. Couldn’t see my way out.

Suddenly I heard the roar of a car engine and saw the bright blaze of oncoming headlights. The thugs took off running. I think I passed out.

I came to as somebody grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. Now what? Whoever it was dragged/pulled/supported me over to a large, black Mercedes-Benz. He pushed me into the passenger seat, then got behind the wheel, backed out of the alley, and took off.

I looked over at my rescuer. I was still so dizzy, it was hard to focus, but he was a big guy. Wide shoulders. Square face, pug nose, fat lips. Pock-marked cheeks and heavy brows. Short brown hair. Expensive suit. Nice material. Shiny.

He looked familiar, but I was so beat up, I was only barely conscious. I thought: Mafioso and said, “Thanks, man.” It was all I could manage. Just a moan.

“No problem. What were you doing back there?”

“Went–take a piss. They–wanted money. Jumped me.”

“What were you doing by the Frisky Bar?”

Something told me not to reveal too much to this guy. He could be the drug-trade competition. “Work there.”

“You work there? What do you do?”

Shit. Why did I say that? I couldn’t say I was a bartender because I could’ve used the bar’s pisser. I couldn’t be a bouncer for the same reason. “Exotic dancer. Just–off work–on way home.” Damn! Not good! If he was in the Frisky, he would not have seen me dancing!

“You’re a male stripper?”

Shit. “Yeah.” Damn, I hurt so bad, I wished I could just lean my head back and go to sleep. I ached all over. I didn’t think I had any broken bones, but I could feel lumps all over my head.

Couldn’t help it. Leaned my head back and passed out again. Last thing I heard was, “I’m John Barris Firtipton. And your name is…?”

I came to again as the car dropped down onto a ramp, pulling into the parking area beneath an apartment building. The man pulled me out of the car, and we walked (and stumbled) to the elevator. Nice elevator. It had leather wall paneling.

We stopped at the top floor–Damn, the penthouse–got out, walked (and stumbled) to the door. When he opened it, I gaped. Huge apartment. Huge! Must’ve occupied half the entire roof of the building.

Gigantic living room, a place Picasso could have designed. Huge paintings on the walls–weird stuff, really. Not my taste. We walked past modern furniture, couches and chairs making swirls of color and pattern–Am I seeing this right, or did I get a concussion?

The place had so many potted plants, it was like a jungle. Palm trees. Vines. Orchids! A parrot looked down at me from a Frangipani tree, and–Damn!–we walked by a huge boa constrictor slithering across the limbs of a banyan tree! What in hell do they want with such a huge snake–and how’d they get that giant tree in here? The main trunk of the spreading, multi-limbed tree rose up through a hole cut for it in the ceiling. This place is too fucking exotic! I must be delirious!

I wondered how I could get out of there, get a taxi, and get to a hospital ER, but I couldn’t just bolt for the door–for one thing, I still felt like I’d been run over by a truck. As Firtipton led us through the place, I looked up–and saw the moon and stars. God, a glass ceiling! And all around us was a jungle of plants, parrots, and snakes. God, what a place! Like an acid trip!

Firtipton walked to a bar at the side of the room, the biggest private collection of booze I ever saw–the Frisky Bar didn’t have that many bottles–and he poured something into a glass. He handed it to me. “Here, drink this. It’ll ease the pain.”

I sipped it. Sweet. Licorice flavor. Wine of some kind. I tossed it down. Damn! Hit me like a sledgehammer. “Whoa, that stuff has a kick.”

“It’s 138 proof. Absinthe, popular stuff in France in the early 1900s. You’re drinking the favorite liquor of Vincent van Gogh and Oscar Wilde, Mr.–what did you say your name was?”

Shit. Now what? I figured I might as well play out the “dancer” bit. I thought up a pun-name: “Peter Packing.”

“Ah! Of course! Peter–Packing! Very clever.”

I couldn’t figure the guy out. He looked like a thug, but he spoke like a professor, and I couldn’t get over that he looked vaguely familiar. A few minutes after I finished the drink, I did feel better, but–Jesus, more than 70% alcohol. I’m probably drunk.

My head cleared of the cobwebs of getting the shit beat out of me, but fuzzed again with the booze. But not before I finally recognized the guy. Holy shit! The man was no “John Barris Firtipton”! He was Conley “Wild Bill” Hickock, the goddamned Sheriff of Domorgiha County!

But hey, he’s one of the good guys! I can tell him I’m an undercover cop, one of his deputies!

But before I could say anything, he stood up. “I want to show you a room I had built for my father,” and he walked off. I got up to follow. He reached a portion of the wall overgrown with thick vines, grabbed a hidden latch, and click! A door swung open! The branches that snaked over the door were fakes! Fiberglass! The whole door was sculptured entwined vines that blended in with the real ones all around it. The door had been invisible.

He walked through into a large room. A room built for his father? What, Pa’s Trophy Room? I expected moose heads on the wall.

He clicked a switch, and the lights slowly came on. Damn! Small round tables and chairs clustered around a low stage–his own cabaret. And something else: it had a brass-colored 10-foot pole from center stage to the ceiling. Something told me I’d better keep my real identity quiet for a little longer.

Sexy music began to play. “Show me what you do, Mr. Packing.”

Oh, hell!

He turned the dimmer down, and the pace of the music picked up.

Fuck! I had no way out. I’ve gotta do it! I began to move with the music. Oh, man, if anybody down at the station could see this!

But it also occurred to me that I’d better look professional. Gradually I got with it, more fiery moves, blending dance moves I learned in waltzes with my wife and in earlier dirty-dancing dates in college, making them into hornier actions, lurching my hips and crotch at him from time to time. I moved under the track lighting in the ceiling, which put a sort of spotlight on me, and when I caught a glimpse of myself in a large hall mirror at the side of the room, I was astonished. Damn, I look good! Even with all my clothes still on.

And then I realized he was waiting for the other shoe to fall–the clothes. No way out of it. I took a deep breath and unbuckled my belt.

With a mighty yank, I pulled it through the belt loops and off. Dancing around swinging the thing took up a couple of minutes (frantically trying to think of a way out). Still he waited, so I yanked open my shirt, nearly popping off the buttons, but I got it open in one sexy jerk.

I danced sinuously while I got it off my shoulders. Staring at him, I wound it up tight, then wiped it over my shoulders, wiping off the sweat. Then on an impulse, I stuck the wound-up shirt between my legs, wiping it back and forth over my crotch.

After doing that a bit, I threw the shirt at him. Damn. He buried his face in it! Then he looked up again. He wanted more.

Fuck, no way around it. I pulled open my fly.

Once that was done, it wasn’t hard to pull down my pants–they almost fell down. I kicked them off my legs.

On duty I usually wore a jockstrap. Innocent enough, but suddenly I was more “professional” than I wanted to be. I hoped to God that would be enough. I tried to make the dance hotter, tried to remember all the nasty tricks I’d seen real strippers do. I moved over to a couch next to the “stage” and lay back on it, facing him.

As I did, my goddamned cock popped out over the top of my jockstrap. Damn, I’ve got a hardon! A real throbber. I was fully up and locked. How embarrassing!

To hide it, I arched my legs up in the air over my head, and it dawned on me that I was flaunting my ass at him. My asshole framed by the leg-straps of my jock. Without even trying, I was really turning up the heat, and it worked. But on me. I was getting horny.

He turned the lights down even more. Still moving to the music, I slithered back along the wall to the stage, where I stood facing away from him, wondering what the hell to do next.

Shuffling my feet back and forth, I decided to use the pole. I went slinking up to it like a panther, then climbed it, slung my leg around it, and slid back down.

I tried a few tricks I’d seen strippers do at the Frisky Bar, then I climbed it again, hooked a knee around it, and hung upside-down, undulating like a snake. Damn this circus! What if I fall and break my dumb-ass neck??

While I was upside-down, he got up and walked over. Hanging upside-down high up on the pole, my crotch was at the level of his face. He pushed my jockstrap aside and took my cock in his mouth!

Nobody ever did that to me before! Never, not growing up, not grown-up, never even from my wife! Incredible!

As he sucked me, I went nuts! Never felt anything so horny! My cock was instantly at full-on throb, and an orgasm was growing! Naturally my face was exactly at the height of his crotch, and in the frenzy I was in, I couldn’t help myself. I reached out, undid his pants, reached in, and took out his rod.

Fuck! Jesus Christ! Biggest cock I’d ever seen–and I had seen a few good ones in the station shower room. Incredible! What he drove from between his legs was one of those horse-cocks shaped like a Coke-bottle!

Not only it gigantic, it featured a real threat to the fuckee–his huge cockhead would spread wide the poor victim’s cunt (or asshole)–Asshole? What are you thinking of??–but once the cockhead was in, the victim had only a second’s relief. Right behind, the person’s poor, tortured hole would stretch out again over the fat “waist” of the big shaft.

Then, relaxed again, the person spreading her (or his) legs–No! Stop thinking that way!–for the sheriff got another screaming fuck-agony, forced to stretch over the wide base of his warfaring dong. Jesus Christ!

It was eerie, and I was stunned. What a plow. Once over the pain, that thing should be the craziest ride on earth! I was hypnotized, dumbstruck.

Couldn’t help myself. Seemed like the natural thing to do. And suddenly I realized I wanted to: I took that big thing in my mouth–or tried to.

Couldn’t get it all in, though. Too big. Cockhead the size of a small peach. God, the guy was huge!

He did such a fucking good job sucking me, though, I couldn’t hold back: Ohmigod, I’m almost there! If my mouth hadn’t been full, I would have raved like a lunatic. Still hanging upside-down from the pole, I looked up at his sucking at my dong, and I cummed.

Never had an orgasm like that. Never been so turned on. Felt like all my guts came spurting out of my cock. Jism by the gallon!

And maybe the taste of my sperm got him off. A few seconds later I took a blast of his semen, raising my sex-madness to a whole new level. I gulped down his stuff, slathering my tongue around his bull-cock, feeling drools of it running down over my face, into my eyes, into my hair.

My legs trembled, and I couldn’t hang on any longer. I slid off the pole, catching myself with my hands on the floor, and rolled into a gasping, sweating pile at his feet. A blowjob! I just got a blowjob!

And I just gave a blowjob. Damn, what have I done?

He sat back on the couch, and I got up. He looked at me expectantly–the dance wasn’t over.

Dizzy again, I began to undulate once more to the beat of the music, rubbing my chest and belly, bending over to run my hands over my legs. I still had on the jockstrap, but it was pulled aside, and I was hanging out.

So what the hell, I slow-stroked my eager cock, and it grew back into a hard, throbbing weapon. Turning and gyrating before him, I put on a coy expression, hiding my cock with my hands, turning my back to him–then I slid the jockstrap slowly down my legs and slipped it off, looking back at him with a sexy pout.

Then, really getting into it, I shimmied my way up to him, jiggling my cock back forth like a female stripper twirling her tassels. He stared at me, fascinated, and as I danced still closer, he reached out his hand, holding up his index finger.

I shuffled over and placed my cockhead on his finger, then danced slowly and sinuously, never taking my cockhead off his pointing finger. It was the hottest moment of my life. God, I loved that! It’s true: I love stripping for this guy! I love how he looks at me!

Wait a minute! You’re a married man, and he’s your fucking boss! Get a grip on yourself, idiot!

But it went on, a delicious torture–I danced from one side to the other, pivoting with my cock on his finger. And I was hot, my cock throbbing and tight-hard.

At one point when I was closer to him, he reached around me with his other hand and a finger insinuated itself into my ass-crack and found my asshole. It pressed in! “Oh, God!” My voice was a hoarse gasp.

“You’ve got a gorgeous ass, Packing,” and suddenly, like a tidal wave over me, I knew what was going to happen. I couldn’t believe my own brain, but I knew it: I was so fucking horny, so fucking hot, so incredibly turned on, I’m going to let him do whatever he wants with me.

Like a wrecking ball had swung through the air and crashed into me, blasting away all my defenses, I suddenly knew it: That meant fucking. I’m going to let him fuck me. And still more: I want him to.

As if he knew, he placed both hands on my hips, stopping my dancing gyrations, and he pushed me back to lie on the couch next to him. God, I can’t believe this! I’m looking up at my lover!

He looked into my eyes. Damn, my cock was so hard, the skin so tight, it hurt! Suddenly I couldn’t think of him as the sheriff anymore. I thought of him as a man. A handsome, powerful man.

The taste of his sperm in my mouth suddenly was the symbol of a terrible, powerful bond. NO! I’m the father of three children! Ohmigod, NO! This can’t be happening!

The musk of his cologne filled my nose. Wonderful! Still struggling inside, I forced myself to gasp, “No–not this!” But it didn’t make any difference. I don’t think he even heard it.

As I lay back on the couch, he had been pulling down his pants, and when he rose up over me, I saw it again. Magnificent! That titanic cock bobbed in the air as he mounted me.

He spread my legs, and I raised them up for him, showing him his target. When I felt that big thing swipe between my ass-cheeks, I shivered. Goose-bumps all over my body. I heard a voice deep inside me: This is important. This is what you have been waiting for all your life.

I’m going to get screwed. And I was glad. Lusting for it.

His big bull-cock found my asshole, and he pressed the big head against it and pushed. Intense, incredible pain! Never felt anything like it. He stretched my poor hole so wide I expected it to split open, but he didn’t stop, pushing ever deeper, possessing me, changing me, farming me.

The head popped in, and I gasped with relief, but immediately my asshole swelled out near to snapping again! Passing over the wide part of his cockshaft. I couldn’t help myself–I let out a scream, and he clapped his hand over my mouth.

Once the broad part slid inside me, I groaned again as my asshole spread wide open yet again! His wiry cockhair ground into my balls–he was full in, and I was at full dilation over the base of his huge penis, my poor, tortured asshole tight as a rubber band again.

He got my cherry. I’m his bitch. I was ashamed.

But I also knew he was a master fucker. He paused deep inside me, letting me get used to the terrible stretch of my asshole. Slowly, gradually the pain faded, never going completely away but strangely fusing into a powerful, hot pleasure. And from gritting my teeth in agony, I found myself wishing he would start moving, do more!

When he started shoveling his coal, working hard, lunging that big hardon in and out of me, a health male taking his rights with his bitch, at first I could think of nothing but the pain–three yipes with every stroke in and out. I gritted my teeth again, but even though it hurt to high heaven, I still couldn’t help but admire him; I loved watching the big, hot bastard’s sweating torso thrusting back and forth. God, he’s handsome!

I actually didn’t care about the pain, and it was beginning to fade out again. It was almost–almost an honor to take that guy’s big cock! When he paused from time to time to catch his breath, I reached up to pull open his shirt and tweak his nipples. To keep him hot. To keep him up for it. To keep his lust at a peak. So he would continue.

As I grew used to the pain, the longer that wonderful rod reamed me out, the more my thighs spread apart, the better to let his gigantic, triple-threat cock in deeper, screwing me into a new life, spreading the excitement all through me.

Incredibly, he built up the pace and rammed even rougher, and–I couldn’t believe it–I felt gratitude! I heard my own voice: “Ah, God, yeah! It’s got me now!!” And I went crazy.

I looked down at where he had fitted me with his triple bar-bell, and as my hands yanked back my knees to let him in deeper, I got there! My tight, sore, quivering asshole sent flashes of lightning through me with his last pullback, and like I’d been doused in gasoline and set afire, I burned white-hot, in a state of pure ecstasy, beyond the senses–I couldn’t hear, see, smell, or feel anything but the wonderful, terrible, overwhelming pleasure! The goddamned ecstasy of being fucked by that big man!

I had no control whatsoever over my body. At the peak of my bliss, my cock geysered a jet of spunk all the way up to splash me in the face! Big spurts, slathers of creamy slime all over me!

Incredible, mind-exploding orgasm! Never had one like it, never! Even stronger than the blowjob-climax he’d given me.

Something clicked inside me. Something finally made a connection. He had made me a man, a full man. Complete. Pleasured in all possible ways.

And the orgasm went on and on! As he kept humping me, the triple-blasts of pleasure with each stroke stretched out the bliss until I thought I would go insane. But at the point my asshole was so sensitive I could feel each and every vein in his cock, I passed out. Couldn’t take it any more. More heavenly, joyous rhapsody than I could handle.

Last words I heard were, “Yeah, like it now, don’t you, Brannigan!”