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The first time Dave saw Ted’s ass it was lust at first sight. Those big, beefy buns bouncing up and down in his snug jeans made Dave go weak in the knees.

But that was compared to nothing when the big blonde dude turned around and Dave caught sight of his handsome face. Ted flashed Dave a smile and then turned back around and rammed his hands into his pockets, stretching the fabric tight across that meaty magnificence.

A few days later Dave saw Ted in town and smiled and said hello. The big, friendly bear smiled a smile so warm that Dave thought he would melt. He could feel his cock twitch in his underpants and his mouth was as dry as the desert. It had been ages since Dave had felt like this but this dude’s ass was sheer perfection to a big butt lover like Dave.

Each time the two studs ran into each other in town they would smile and say hello. But then one day Dave saw Ted walking hand in hand with a woman. He felt like he had been kicked in the guts. Just when he thought that he and Ted had some kind of understanding; that possibly, just possibly he might get his hands on those firm glutes he discovered that it was not to be. It took the wind out of his sails.

‘Hey hold up!’ Dave heard someone say one day as he was walking along, lost in his private thoughts.

He turned around and saw Ted wearing a T-shirt and pair of shorts. Dave’s eyes were drawn to Ted’s beefy, hairy thighs and shapely legs.

‘Where’s your girlfriend today?’ Dave asked.

‘Girlfriend?’ Ted seemed nonplussed.

‘You know… the red head with the big…’ Dave started.

‘You mean Cindy!’ Ted said before chortling. ‘That would give her a laugh, you thinking she was my girlfriend!’

‘She’s not?’

‘No, I’m gay. Cindy is just a good friend.’

‘Wow!’ Dave couldn’t hide his excitement. ‘You’re gay.’

‘That’s right.’ Ted replied. ‘And judging by the way you’ve been staring at my crotch I’d say you were too.’

‘Sorry…’Dave stammered ‘I didn’t mean to. It’s just that you’re so fucking hot I can’t help myself.’

Ted put his arm around Dave right there in the street and gave his earlobe a quick nibble.

‘I love the way you look at me!’ he told Dave. ‘It makes me feel like the sexiest man alive.’

‘Oh, but you are,’ Dave replied ‘I’ve been searching for an ass like yours all of my adult like.’

‘Buddy, let’s not waste time talking about it,’ Ted growled ‘let’s get back to my place and fuck.’

Dave let Ted lead the way as he drank in the lust inducing sight of his meaty man mounds swaying left and right. To think that soon he would get his hands on that firm fuck flesh! He tried to picture what Ted’s ass would look like. Would it be smooth or hairy, blemished or not? Either way he didn’t care; he just wanted to sink his shaft into that bountiful mound of man meat.

But Ted was in no hurry to get naked. He took Dave into the living room and started showing him photographs of himself. Dave reluctantly accepted a beer; all he really wanted was a slurp of some tangy man juice but he would have to bide his time. Finally Dave couldn’t hold out any longer and he reached over to grab Ted’s crotch.

Ted grabbed hold of Dave’s hand and held it firmly.

‘Not so fast, buddy.’ he said. ‘You’ve got to give me a kiss first if you want to get into my underpants.’

Dave’s head was in a spin as their lips met and he experienced the sweetest yet horniest kiss ever. His hard cock was crushed up against his belly and was leaking copious amounts of precum, gluing the head to Dave’s smooth, flat stomach. Dave’s hands stroked up and down the big guy’s back, feeling the muscles dance under his palms. Damn! Ted was hot and he wanted him so bad.

‘Please, please….’ Dave begged when he broke off the kiss.

Ted laughed and took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Ted flicked on his CD player and some smoky, sexy jazz filled the room. Dave watched in amazement as the big blonde husky hunk started to strip. It was just the sexiest thing Dave had ever seen and his cock was now so hard it actually hurt. Ted took his time and it seemed like an age before he took off his shirt, revealing his perfectly smooth chest and tiny brown nipples. Ted’s eyes never left Dave’s as he performed for his soon to be lover. He knew that right then, in that moment in time, he WAS the sexiest man alive. There was no doubt about it, and it would never be this good again; he was determined to savour the moment.

It took all of Dave’s willpower to resist whipping out his hard dick and stroking off, or jumping Ted and ripping his clothes to shreds but at last the delicious blonde bear was down to his bikini briefs. Dave moaned in excitement when he saw how the pale blue fabric rode right up into the cleft of that massive ass. How he longed to pull that cloth out of Ted’s ass and sniff it. A pair of hefty balls made Ted’s underpants sag low in the front revealing a few wisps of silky blonde hair. It was too much for Dave and he went and kneeled in front of Ted and pressed his face into the stud’s underwear clad crotch, and inhaled his masculine scent.

Ted ground his crotch against Dave’s face, never once missing a beat in his sexy strip. Now at last he stepped back from the lust crazed Dave and slowly peeled off his blue briefs. Lower and lower the waist band went, revealing first Ted’s sparse crotch hair and then his pale, beefy uncut cock and massive, silky smooth balls. It was a sight so overwhelmingly sexy that Dave forgot all about the big butt of his dreams. He took hold of Ted’s fleshy cock and gently peeled the foreskin back, revealing a plum coloured knob that he gently took into his mouth.

Ted sighed as Dave began nursing on his cock. This horny slim, handsome dude sure knew what he was doing and Ted’s cock was now fully inflated to eight fat inches that Dave managed to deep throat to perfection. His hands began to stroke up and down Ted’s hairy thighs, avoiding his butt cheeks which Dave had decided to save for later. He greedily gobbled Ted’s cock until the husky hunk could hold back no longer. He let out an animal cry as he flooded Dave’s mouth with his thick, creamy spunk.

Ted was in a Daze after his amazing orgasm and lay down on the bed. Dave sat beside him and began to gently massage Ted’s back. The big fella was soon so relaxed that he actually dozed off. Some minutes later he woke to the unmistakable sensation of being very well and eagerly rimmed. Ted spread his thighs further apart allowing Dave more access to his little rosebud, which he greedily lapped at while he moaned like a lust worn slut.

Dave came out of Ted’s crack to once more admire those pale, smooth orbs which were as perfect as any ass had any right to be. There was not a single blemish on those lovely cheeks which were easily the shapeliest, fullest and firmest that Dave had ever seen. He stroked them lovingly while telling Ted what a hot fuck he was. He squeezed and fondled and tugged and stroked those beefy cheeks until Ted was so horny that he begged Dave to fuck his asshole.

Dave buried his face once more in Ted’s warm, spicy crack and lubed him up good and proper. Then applying a little spit to his precum slicked cockhead for good measure he slid into that silky warm canal and cried out in ecstasy. That ass was built for comfort and endurance and Dave fucked it good and slow. The lovers were united in pleasure as their skin grew sweaty with exertion. On and on Dave stroked, turning Ted into a mumbling wreck. His ass was alive with pleasure and he wanted this fuck to go on forever but at the same time he wanted Dave to get his rocks off. The sound of a lover groaning in his ear was one that Ted loved to hear.

He began to squeeze his assring tight against Dave’s cock making the top man cry out in delight. Dave was close now, so very close and that slick hot ass that was milking his cock took him right to the edge. Dave gave one last lunge into the depths of Ted’s hot ass and bellowed as his joy juice began blasting out of his overexcited cock and deep into the husky hunk’s massive ass.

The pair lay panting for a few moments before getting up to take a shower. Later that night Dave offered up his tight little bubble butt to Ted’s fat cock and he received the ride of his life.

*

Copyright 2006 Daniel Blue

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I had been to the bookstore many times and had a lot of fun going there. I knew I would continue to go there but since I had moved to Jackson it was less frequent. I also knew that I was wanting a little bit more out of this side of my life. I wanted to try to meet someone to hook up with occasionally. I wasn’t quite sure how to do this, but I knew if there was a way, it would have to be on the Internet. I started searching the Internet and looking for ways to meet men. I found a couple of dating sites specifically geared towards gays and or alternative lifestyles. I created my free accounts and started browsing through the listings. After a few weeks I still had no interested people. That’s when I stumbled upon Yahoo chat.

I’d heard of Yahoo chat of course, but had never tried it. I found a reference to a Yahoo chat room for gay men. I decided to try it and downloaded Yahoo chat. After installing it and choosing a screen name I immediately logged into the gay chat room. I chatted in the general gay chat room for little while with no luck. Then I realized that you could create your own room. I found a listing of private rooms and started looking. I found a room entitled ” Mississppi gay men”. I entered, and realized there were several hundred people chatting in this room. Jackpot!

I sat back and watched the chat progress for a period of time before I tried typing anything in the room. I was still very nervous even though I knew no one knew who I was. I started out by saying hello to everyone. I had never been in chat before and I wasn’t sure what I should say. As I watched the chat scroll by I noticed that some people would just type in a city name. I realized that this was to see if there was anyone in the room from that area. I decided to go ahead and type Jackson.

At first no one answered. I waited about 10 minutes, typed Jackson again, and waited again. After about the third time with no one answering I was getting frustrated. I decided to just let the chat program run and listen in on the conversations. I did this for several days before I felt comfortable enough to join the actual chat. But once I did join the chat I realized that most of the people in the room were very nice. They all accepted me as a member of the room and included me in all the conversations. I was really beginning to enjoy myself.

After several weeks I realized that I could fill out a profile and even attach pictured if I wanted to. I filled out the personal profile but did not feel comfortable posting a picture. I started to browse through the profiles of everyone in the room. I found several people whose profile sparked my interest. I decided to try to chat them up. The first couple I tried to chat with never responded when I sent my IM. But eventually I did get a response from one person. We chatted for about 20 minutes and added each other to our buddy list.

After a few weeks of running into my friend in the chat room on a daily basis I decided to be bold and ask him if he ever met someone from the chat room. He said that he had never done that but had wanted to on a couple of occasions. I knew from reading his profile that he was pretty much a top and that fit in with what I was looking for. I decided to be even bolder and asked him straight up if he would consider meeting me. He said he thought he would but we lived so far apart. He knew I lived in the Jackson area and he told me that he lived near Oxford. It was a couple hour drive between the two.

I told not to worry about the distance because I often traveled to the northern part of the state. When I traveled up their I would usually stay overnight in a hotel. If he really wanted to meet with me the next time I went up north I would make sure I got a hotel room near his town. He agreed and asked when the next time I would be up in his area would be. I told him I could make the arrangements for a trip in as little as a week or for whenever he was available.

We decided that I would get a hotel room in Batesville in two weeks. I immediately booked a room and let him know what hotel I would be at. He recognized the hotel and he told me that we could meet at the Burger King which was right next door. That way we would be meeting in a public place and if either one of us felt uncomfortable we could call it off at that point. I agreed with that plan and was really excited about meeting him.

Over the next two weeks we chatted almost daily and always ended our chat talking about how much we could not wait to get together. I was constantly in the state of arousal just thinking about having a man in a hotel room all to myself. I spent those two weeks getting what I felt I needed to take with me. I purchased an enema bag, a box of condoms and a bottle of lube.

On the day we were supposed to meet I left early and drove to Batesville. I arrived in Batesville at about 12:30 PM. I got a quick lunch and checked into the hotel at 1:15 PM. As soon as I got to the room I went into the bathroom and started to prepare. I gave myself a very thorough enema and took a shower. Jack was set to arrive at about 3:30 PM. By 2:30 PM I was sitting on the hotel bed in my shorts and a tee shirt watching TV. It seemed that every 5 minutes I would look at the clock and thought time was moving awfully slow.

At 3:25 PM I left my room and walked downstairs. I left the building and crossed the parking lot towards the Burger King. When I walked in there was only one person at a table. It was a rather nice looking man about my age. I looked at him and he gave a small smile. I walked over and asked if his name was Jack and he said you must be Ken. I told him that yes my name was Ken and it was nice to finally meet him face to face. I sat down opposite him at the table. We talked for a couple of minutes and he finally asked if we were going to go up to my room. I said sure so we got up and walked out the door. He followed me across the parking lot and into the hotel. As we crossed through the lobby it felt like everyone in the hotel was watching us. I was nervous and excited both at the same time again.

When we got to the room he followed me in. As soon as the door closed Jack reached over placed his hand behind my neck and pulled me close for a kiss. I had never even thought about kissing a man. He really didn’t give me a choice and before I even realized it his tongue was in my mouth and mine was in his. I could not believe that I was standing in a hotel room kissing a man. I was shocked but not repulsed. I could feel the stubble on his face rubbing against mine. It was different than kissing my wife and I can honestly say it was very erotic too. I was enjoying it and it was also turning me on greatly.

We broke the kiss and he apologized for being so forward. I told him that was OK because I was so nervous and sort of liked the fact that he was taking charge. He said OK and then preceded to tell me to get undressed. As I pulled my shirt off over my head I saw him doing the same thing across the room. By the time I was down to just underwear he was already completely nude watching me finish getting undressed. I was nervous but my cock was already as hard as rock. As I pulled my underwear down he gave a quiet wolf whistle. I know I must’ve blushed as red as a valentine heart.

Once I was naked he told me to get on the bed. I did as he told me and he climbed on next to me. He leaned in and kissed me once more and as he did that he reached down and took hold of my cock. I moaned into his mouth I reached down and took his in my hand as well. We laid on the bed kissing and stroking each other’s cocks for several minutes. The longer we kissed the more bold I became. I was stroking his cock one hand and running my other hand up and down his chest.

We broke the kiss off and he immediately repositioned himself so his cock was at my head level. I didn’t need to be told what he wanted. After all it was what I wanted to. I reached out and took his cock in my hand and pointed it towards my face. I leaned down and stuck out my tongue and ran it across the head of his cock. As I did this he moaned. I could taste the slight saltyness of his precum. I licked up and down his cock allowing my saliva to make it nice and wet and slippery. After a few minutes of this I raised my head over his cock and in one swift motion took his entire cock into my mouth. When his cock it the back of my throat I just kept going. I allowed his cock head to enter my throat so that I could take the entire thing in my mouth. He moaned loudly and put his hand on the back of my head. He applied a slight pressure forcing me to keep his cock lodged in my throat.

After a few seconds he released his grip on the back of my head and I happily started to bob up and down on his cock. I had almost forgotten what I was really there for and was trying in earnest to get him to shoot his load in my mouth. I would raise my head completely off his cock and then engulfed his entire cock in one stroke allowing his head to plunge deep into my throat. It felt great to finally be sucking a cock without a wall in between me and the owner. I was finally free to suck as hard and deep as I felt I wanted to.

As I was sucking Jacks cock I was caressing his balls with one hand.He had lightly hairy balls. I prefer shaved but his were nice size and not real hairy. I released his cock from my mouth and lowered my head to his balls. I licked his balls and let my spit cover them. As I licked Jacks balls, I was still stroking his cock with on hand. My other hand was slowly stroking my own cock. I was close to cumming all over my hand but I did not want to cum yet. I released my own cock from my grip and tried to will myself to calm down.

I licked back up the shaft of Jack’s cock and slowly used my tongue to swirl around head of his cock. As I continued to stroke his cock in my hand I leaned back and looked at it. His cock was gorgeous. His cock was about 7 1/2 to 8 inches long and my fingers didn’t quite touch when I put my hand around it. The head was slightly larger than the shaft and it was a deep red color. Again I leaned in close and this time I started by licking the tip of his cock and slowly circling my tongue around the head. As my tongue circled around the head I lowered my head taking his cock into my mouth at as slow a pace as I could go.

As I slowly engulfed Jacks cock in my mouth, he was moaning the entire time. It felt so good to have a cock sliding through my lips into my hot wet mouth. I couldn’t remember a time when I had ever been this turned on. I really enjoyed sucking jacks cock but what I really wanted was to feel it sliding in and out of my ass. I bobbed my head up and down for a few more minutes and then decided to take charge. I released his cock from my mouth, looked him in the eyes, and told him it was time for him to fuck my ass.

Jack looked down and smiled, gave a small chuckle, and said he couldn’t wait to feel my tight ass wrapped around his cock. I got out of the bed and walked over to my duffel bag and pulled out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube. I tossed the condoms to jack and he laughed and said ‘how many times do you plan for me to fuck you?’I laughed back and said as many times as you can.

I watched as jack opened the box of condoms pulled one out and opened it. He placed the condom on head of his cock and rolled down the shaft. The entire time he was watching me and I could almost feel my cock get harder. I climbed back onto the bed and handed him the bottle of lube. He asked me what position I preferred. I told him the only time I had been fucked I was standing up bent over with a man behind me. I told him that whenever position he wanted was fine with me.

Jack told me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. As I moved to get on my hands and knees I watched him pour lube over his condom covered cock. I felt the bed shift as he moved behind me and then I felt the cold liquid being poured across my ass. Jack used a finger to rub lube into my ass. I felt him insert a finger and I moaned. He moved the finger around and in and out several times before he pulled it out. It was only a second later that he shoved two fingers in my ass. It felt good to have his fingers in my ass and I knew he could tell I was excited.

He asked me if I was ready and I moaned yes. Jack removed his fingers from my ass and I felt the bed shift again as he moved closer. I felt his cock rub against my ass hole and I instinctively pushed back. He moved his cock as if he was teasing me. He could tell I wanted his cock in my ass but he wasn’t ready to do that yet. He continued to tease me by rubbing his cock up and down the crack of my ass. Every couple swipes he would rub the head of his cock against my hole. I was going out of my mind. All I could think about was having that cock in my ass.

Jack told me to tell them what I wanted. I looked over my shoulder and look square in his eyes and told him to put his cock in my ass and fuck me. Jack needed no further encouragement. I felt the head of his cock on my ass again and this time he didn’t move when I pushed back. I felt the head of his cock opening my ass. Jack didn’t move, but let me push back driving is cock further into my ass. I didn’t stop pushing until I felt my ass bottom out on his cock. Never had I been this full. I could feel the head of his cock deeper in my ass than any other cock had ever been.

When Jacks cock was fully in me he reached down and grabbed my hips and kept me from moving. He stayed still allowing his cock to be fully in me without moving for several minutes. He was moaning telling me how hot and tight my ass was. I looked back at jack and his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed in extasy. I too was in extasy.

After couple of minutes jack started to move slowly in and out of my ass. He started with short strokes just moving an inch or two. It felt so good to finally have a cock in my ass without a wall between me and it’s owner. Jack was free to pound me as hard as he wanted with no obstructions to get in the way. Jacks cock was rubbing up against my prostate and my cock was leaking a constant supply of precum. Jacks strokes began to get longer and after about 10 minutes he was almost pulling the entire cock out before plunging all the way back in. Being fucked never felt this good before.

As jack pounded his cock in my ass I was moaning and begging him to fuck me longer and harder. Jack began pulling his cock all the way out and plunging in all the way back in in one stroke over and over. Each time he pulled out my ass made a popping noise and each time he plunged back in my excitement grew and grew. I begged him to keep fucking me as hard as he could. Jack started pounding me harder and harder. The room was filled with the sound of jack pounding me our skin smacking against each other and both of us moaning.

Jack continued pounding me for about 15 minutes before he told me he was going to cum. I told him I wanted him to come on my face. Jack pulled out and as he removed the condom I turned as fast as possible and lay on my back. Jack leaned over me and stroked his cock and within seconds his cum was shooting all over my face and in my mouth. As jack shot his load all over my face I was stroking my own cock and before he was finished cumming I was shooting my load all over my chest. I couldn’t believe how much cum he shot all over me. It was hot and wet and I could feel it running all over my face through my hair and down my neck.

Jacks cum was all over my face and in my mouth and tasted wonderful. I couldn’t wait for the next time he could shoot so that I could take it directly in my mouth. When jack was finished cumming he used the end of his cock to rub his cum all over my face. He pressed the end of his cock on my lips and I immediately opened my mouth. He pushed his cock past my lips into my mouth and I could taste his cum all over the head of his cock. I used my tongue to clean his cock and swallowed as much of his cum as I could. I couldn’t get enough.

After a minute or two of me sucking his cock he pulled his cock from my mouth and collapsed next to me. I continued to rub my cum and his cum into my skin. I could never remember cumming this much and it felt so good to have a huge amount of cum all over me. We were both exhausted and breathing heavy and I thought we were going to both pass out. After a few minutes of laying there relaxing, and still rubbing cumming to my skin, Jack sat up and said that he had to leave soon. I told him I understood and thanked him for the wonderful fuck. Jack said he looked forward to doing it again sometime soon.

As jack and I got dressed I kept staring at his crotch. I couldn’t believe that I had just sucked and been fucked by this man. Jack noticed me staring and smiled as he chuckled. When we were both fully dressed we walked towards the door. At the door jack turned around kissed me and pushed me to my knees. I did not resist.

Jack opened his zipper and pulled out his semi hard cock. I immediately engulfed his cock in my mouth and started bobbing up and down on it. I had only been sucking for about 2 minutes when he pulled his cock out of my mouth shoved it back in his pants opened the door and as he walked out said ‘you can finish that next time we meet’. As the door closed I immediately began to plan for my next trip.

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Frank and I have been friends since the 6th grade. We’re 28 years old now. He’s as cool as they come, little stud with jet-black, wavy, dark hair, about 5ft 11 inches, in shape, not too bulky. He’s solidly built but not in any exaggerated way. The ladies always thought of him as “cute” or “adorable.” In high school our class voted him “class cutie.”

I always envied Frank. He started his own floor tile company right out of college and was making decent money. He didn’t have the social pressures I had: I’m a masculine, good-looking dude who secretly wasn’t into the pussy always thrust upon, and expected of, me–I loved cock. Frank didn’t have those pressures. He was relaxed, somebody every guy wanted to hang around and talk sports and chicks with, and every girl wanted to make him hers. He just was a cool guy to call your friend, and if you were in a bind, he’d do anything for you.

Frank had been seeing a nice-looking girl named Tara, with blonde hair and the type of figure that elicits cat calls and a “nice ass” from any straight guy’s drooling mouth. They met when our fraternity sponsored a formal with her sorority on campus. I was always secretly jealous of that girl. “Tara the bitch,” I thought I’d love to say to her one day. Why was she a bitch? Well, ever since pre-cum first oozed from my tingling dick in the 6th grade, the day our teacher introduced a new student to us named Frank, I’ve wanted him. I just couldn’t share him.

I wanted him when I watched him in junior high changing into gym clothes, that bulge in his tightie whities viscerally destroying me and causing me to need him to reveal more than his well sculpted legs. I yearned for him at the senior prom when I surreptitiously kept looking over my date’s shoulder on the dance floor to inhale the image I saw of his firm, bubble ass extruding in tuxedo pants, which on the opposite side showed another extrusion that just about killed me. I was so wishing it was me who’d be exploring the pleasures and scent below his belt at the close of the evening.

I wanted him at the town pool where we were both lifeguards during college, summer breaks, where I’d check out–safe from detection, behind opaque sunglasses–the nice, hot, little trail of hair traversing south along his tight torso, leading to that healthy, mouth-watering, and impressive mound in his Red Cross shorts. I’ve always wondered what the end of that trail would look like. Hey, I admit it–I didn’t want to share Frank with anyone.

He and his girl were always looking to hook me up with friends of hers. I guess they couldn’t understand why I had no girlfriend. Here I was, 6 ft. 2 in., halfway decent body, nice smile, not too shabby face. I know a lot of girls have hit on me in the past, but I was always secretly into cock. I’ve always thrown myself into work, so as to have kind of an excuse for not dating like Frank always had.

How could I explain to Frank that I wasn’t at all interested in girls? I didn’t just want Frank’s cum down my throat, his cock up my ass, or his ass in my face; I wanted to remain good friends with him. I was always crazy about him. I didn’t want to jeapordize that friendship. I couldn’t take the risk of confessing to him. How does one man say to another that, for at least 4,000 nights, he’s violently assaulted his meat, squeezed it dry of all goo, while thinking of tasting the other’s asshole and semen?

But I did always fantasize about telling him one day that I wanted him. I’ve always been a pig at heart when it came to Frank. Whereas another gay guy might be thinking about “making love” to Frank, I’d be daydreaming about his asshole, what it would taste like if I slurped on it. I’ve always wanted him sitting on my face while I pushed my tongue up inside him. I used to have one sick fantasy that I could shrink to a centimeter tall and just live on his balls, or in the slit of his dick, or in his ass for awhile. LOL, I know, it’s twisted, but Frank is so freaking hot, he does that shit to me.

But after over 10 years of being buddies with him and secretly wanting him, I’d grown pretty accustomed to suppressing my raging hard-on for him. I learned to wear baggy jeans, not so much for the style but moreso to hide my starving and furious 7 incher. I guess I kind of gave up long ago of my fantasy of really having him one day. Beating off and fantasizing about choking on his cum or being impaled by his manhood were all I could hope for. He was too straight anyways. Better for me to just go looking for some gay guy who was similar to him.

Don’t think I haven’t tried. I’ve had a lot of one night stands where I’d dump down a guy’s throat, pound his ass, or give head to some married jock who commanded a little extra-marital attention to his manhood. But none of these guys, not even the local professional baseball player whom I met through an internet ad, and proceeded to tie up and plow without lube because he “needed it that way,” could get me as intoxicated as I got when I thought of what lay between Frank’s legs, between those beautiful ass cheeks.

So one day last week, Frank gives me a call, asks if I could help him paint his apartment. You know I’d never say no to being together with Frank, so I canceled a meeting I had with some hot, little, Rican stud who’s ass could almost make me forget Frank’s for a night.

I showed up with a pizza and some beers and Frank and I scarfed most of it down before starting to work. He looked so fucking hot in his dark, navy-blue, work pants, the kind a cop would wear. I just wanted to bury my face in the cotton fibers, in the crotch and ass, and inhale deeply, taking his manly scent into my veins, while feeling the epicenter of his manhood pressed against my face.

His t-shirt was a little ripped and sexy looking. I thought Johnny Depp and Brad Pitt are nothing compared to Frank. I could see the slight, dark hair he had on his chest. And there, of course, was that famous, beckoning bulge below his belt.

I could always count on a hefty bulge to the right of Frank’s fly, whenever he wore corduroys or jeans or work pants. Come to think of it, no type of pants could conceal the apparent beast behind his fly. I just knew he was packing, wasn’t exactly sure if the monster bulge was from thickness or length, but I just knew it was pretty damn exciting to think about taking it in my mouth and ass.

I knew that whatever lay behind the Levi’s, denim curtain was making my mouth water, making my cock outraged, with a maniacal, almost ferocious need to be released from its own tethered solitude. But I was an expert on not letting him catch me hungering for his manhood or his cute ass. I couldn’t let him see my hard-on. Sometimes, though, I’d get a little scared that my excitement would be detected if he should accidentally look down, even if I were wearing baggie jeans. One time when Frank wore a new pair of jeans, I literally creamed in my pants. Luckily the jeans I had on were dark, so Frank couldn’t see the incriminating stain.

After toiling with edging and mixing and rolling paint for about 3 hours, and talking about chicks, baseball, and cars, Frank suggested we take a little break, finish what was left of the pizza and beer. We reclaimed our “kitchen table,” 16 tiles of the floor that we and the food sat on. The actual table was covered with plastic, and I joked about the accommodations, but Frank wasn’t laughing. I knew he had something weighing heavily on his mind.

After so many years of hanging together, I knew when Frank was bothered by something. I asked him what was up. He just stared at me, looking kind of grave.

“Dude, it’s alright, it’s me, Bobby, here. It can’t be that bad. Talk to me,” I pleaded.

He studied me and then answered with deep worry: “I’m kind of worried that in all the years we’ve known each other, I’ve never seen any of your girls.”

SHIT, I thought. “Tara Bitch” must have talked to him. That CUNT! I had gone out on one date with one of her friends, one girl she fixed me up with. The girl was all over me the first (and last) date. I didn’t want any part of that. She must have told Tara, and then Tara must have told Frank that I wasn’t into her advances! Who would be? The slut cunt!

“Well, Frank, you know how it is,” I tried to casually worm out of it. “I like to see what’s out there, ya know.” I took a big gulp of my beer, tried to look as rugged as I could as my throat was getting really dry and my heart was racing. Was Frank going to abandon me, ridicule me and end our friendship?

“Bob, when are you going to talk straight with me?” he persisted.

“What are you talking about, Frank?” I shot back in the most macho of ways.

“C’mon Bob. We’ve known each other for, what, fifteen years? Open up man.”

“Frank, I don’t know what you’re talking about, man.”

He slowly stood up and leaned against a wall we had not painted yet. He had a “I got you nailed” look on his face. He began: “Bob, I heard you pussied out with that girl.” He paused for a painful few moments. “And that ain’t the first one either. There was another chick last summer we tried to fix you up with. You pussied out there too.”

He was now looking at me with a real accusatory, goading, and arrogant expression. He seemed so damned sure, it was pissing me off–and terrifying me at the same time. Would I be able to bullshit my way out of this? Wouldn’t he be able to detect my involuntary gulping and twitching if pressed with questions? Would I be able to hide that? Would I come out of this intact with us still being friends? He added, sternly: “Are you a virgin, Bob?”

I was getting deeply uncomfortable now. Not since Frank and I ran the NYC marathon in under 3 1/2 hours had my heart raced so fast. I stammered, tried to make a joke of it: “Yeah, sure, Frank. Yeah, I’m a virgin, sure.”

“Okay, if you’re not a virgin, then you’re a faggot, a cocksucking, cum-gulping queer?”

“What are you saying, Frank? What are you talkin’ trash like that shit for? It’s me, Bobby, your friend!”

“You’re gonnat try and tell me you ain’t no bone smuggler, eh? You ain’t no faggot? Huh?”

“No, of course not. Dude, what’s gotten into you?”

“Don’t ‘Dude’ me. Don’t try to sound all masculine now ya faggot! Tara swears you are one, and when you were holding the ladder before, while I was painting, I got the vibe that your face was just a little closer to my cock than it needed to be. I asked you to hold the ladder, not stare at my shit! You think I didn’t notice that?” His anger was alarming. I didn’t know where this was headed. Was he going to hit me with one of his tools?

He continued his tirade: “You think as I was painting the ceiling I didn’t wonder why your face had to be so close to my dick? And when I took another step up the ladder and turned away, you think I didn’t feel you being hypnotized by my ass? C’mon Bob, if your face had been any closer to me I’d be sitting on your face. You were hurting for my sack and my ass. You were practically licking your lips, thinking I didn’t see nothing.” I wasn’t sure how to respond. Before I could speak, he continued.

“But I saw you. The windows let off a nice reflection Bob. See for yourself.” I turned to the window he was referring to, and, unmistakably, both of our images were lucidly displayed. His sinister and menacing reflection spoke to mine. What he said crushed me; I thought my life was over: “Face it my friend, I know, I know all about ya. You, Bob, are a cock-sucking, ass-rimming, faggot.”

“Oh, you are really fucked in the head!” I dramatically shot back as I faced him. “You honestly believe that your bud from all these years is gay? I was just trying to steady the ladder. I ain’t even noticed anything ’bout you.” I deliberately tried to sound as straight and blue-collar cool as possible. Maybe I tried too hard. He knew I never talked like that, saying “bout you.” Was I making a fool of myself trying to defend myself?

“Okay, aight” he non-chalantly answered. He gave another dark, diabolical pause before adding, “Of course, there is one way we can prove this.”

“Prove what?” I defiantly replied. I was clinging desperately to the veneer of steady, masculine manhood.

“Prove you’re a faggot,” he continued in a smirking, solicitous tone. What he did next stunned me, scared me, and yet excited me as well to see where it could lead. His right hand began delicately, and at first just short of imperceptibly, caressing the bulging prize to the right of his fly. “Well, Bob, if you ain’t gay, then you wouldn’t want any of this, now would ya?” He gingerly and slowly rubbed the growing bulge, circling it with all the fingers of his right hand. I could see the delicious looking growth, like some enticing, forbidden fruit, expanding and calling me into the deep navy-blue abyss.

What he did next sent every drop of blood I had instantly to my cock, although terror was also a reality at this point. He started to methodically, and almost like a stripper swaying his hips and slowly moving his ass from side to side, undo his belt! “I’ll tell ya what,” he seductively said, as he slowly pulled the strap from the loops of his jeans and gently, ceremoniously, lay it on the floor. “I’m going to prove it to you.” My heart was in my throat. My cock was engorged and out of my boxers and painfully raging against my zipper. Did he notice?

He grabbed the top button to his pants and unfastened it, and slowly unzipped. Watching this almost brought me to unconsciousness from excitement. I was silently praying my excitement was not noticeable. “If you ain’t gay, then you ain’t gonna want anything to do with this, now will ya?”

He asked that as he, in one seductive motion, brought down the Berlin Wall, the denim curtain to the most glorious looking earthly specimen I had ever seen or hoped to ever see. In one slow and tantalizing maneuver, his pants and boxers were resting on his paint-splattered, worn workboots and exposing to me finally, at age 28, my fifteen year, teen-tormented, nightly cock-beating, number-one-hoped-for dream.

I was witnessing what could only be described as the most astonishing worksmanship of manhood ever mastered–a throbbing, exhilarating, irrefutable perfection of cock. It was clearly 8-9 inches, with a humongous, mushroom head, purple, with throbbing, embittered, menacing, overflowing, and impassioned rage.

“I’m not gay, Frank. Get over it,” I feebly answered. I tried to sound calm–and straight. I tried to keep my eyes at his level, but they kept wandering–my long-held, inner desires dictating their direction–to the greatest cock I’d ever seen, the unmistakable, undefeated, heavyweight champion of the cock and balls world.

His enormous appendage was impossibly straight up, and oozing cum. While I tried like hell to remove my eyes from the monster, Frank removed his shirt, turned around and bent over, spreading his beatifully built ass, showing me his delicious looking hole. “Like what you see, faggot?” Without waiting for a reply, he added, “Of course you do, my homo cum-slurper.”

“You’re crazy, Frank,” is all I could offer as a retort while my cock was ready to bust the seams of my denim. My precum-soaked cock and pants were wetter than any pussy could get. I tried to think of a block of ice or the ugly, old administrator at our former college in order to quell the nascent possession now overtaking my groin, the enslaved entity at war in my pants. I didn’t want Frank to see the prima facie evidence that I was what he said, a cock-sucking, cum-slurping faggot.

He turned around and held his cock. “You got 10 seconds, fag boy,” he taunted.

Genuinely confused, I offered: “What?”

“I’m going to prove you’re gay in 10 seconds. Ya see, in ten seconds after I begin counting, if you’re not sucking my cock and slurping my hole and letting me pound the shit out of your faggot ass, then I’m going to get dressed and you will never, ever, ever have the opportunity to slurp my cum, eat my hole or have me pound your ass till you’re begging me to stop. The choice is yours, faggot.”

“You really are some piece of work, some asshole, Frank!” My retort was mechanical, forced. Yet I felt I had to maintain some dignity, some of my manhood. I couldn’t jeapordize our friendship. Not now, not after all of these years.

He began, “Ten. Nine. Eight.”

“Count all you want. I just can’t believe what I’m seeing from you, Frank!”

More menacing now, he continued: “Seven. Six. Five.”

“Dude, you’re making a fool of yourself,” I half-heartedly offered as a defense against my growing need for his cock.

The counting continued. When he reached “three,” he bent down and grabbed his boxers to bring them back up. What happened next I can hardly believe came from me. Emanating from the depths of my being–I could only describe it as some primordial, ancestral, guttural scream–some type of animalistic entity which possessed my body forced itself to my vocal chords and out my mouth in a warlord, apoplectic, battle cry. I found myself lunging across the room, with fury, unadulturated frenzy, my face landing on Frank. I was screaming.

“PLEASE, don’t get dressed, Frank!” I reflexively begged in what could only be described as psychotic, pathetic desperation. “Yes, I’m gay! I’m gay! I’m gay! I’m a faggot!” I shrieked, cried, begged and pleaded. I had no shame or pride left. I was a broken man in need, desperate, unmitigated, pent-up need. Before I knew it, I had my moist lips around his cock and my tongue was savagely beating his meat. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” is what I physically–if too occupied to say verbally–tried to communicate as I began gagging and deep-throating him to ensure the best head ever, to counter the terrifying possibility of him packing up and leaving.

I knew I must have been doing at least a satisfying job when I heard “There, there, eat it all up fag boy.” Frank stroked my head, patted my hair, assuringly, and pushed me down on him and then pushed me off. He quelled my inner-most fears. He was fucking my mouth and with increasing velocity. “I knew you were gay. I guess I always knew. I always sensed you had a thing for my cock and ass,” he continued as he now went from sensuously and rhythmically pumping my face to furiously invading my mouth. He then pumped recklessly, viciously, into my starving, and soon to be cum-splattered, face.

At his orders, after about ten minutes of servitude, I removed my exhausted head from his cock. He bent me over, ordered me to strip and then entered me. My entire being was split in two by his zeppelin. Once fully inside, he pulled me back to him and sat me down on his cock, with the two of us on the floor, my back to him. His cock was painful as it impaled my very being.

Before I could adjust to the entity, he spun me around on his cock until I was facing him. I felt his meat completely inside me, churning my insides. I felt convulsions upon convulsions of pleasure as my body let go of any discomfort and began rapturously, and ecstatically, acceding to these forbidden pleasures, long sought after, pleasures I had realistically abandoned–until this day.

“Kiss me, you faggot. Don’t fags like to kiss?” I leapt at the chance, exploring his face and mouth with my tongue. He drooled into my mouth and I got seriously off on swallowing his spit.

He told me to jump up and down on his mammoth member. As much as I wanted to, I just couldn’t. I didn’t have experience getting fucked, and definitely not with a monster like this. I apologetically told him, “No, dude, I can’t.”

“You’ll do it!” He was unforgiving in his ordering of me. “You will jump up and down on my cock and yell over and over, ‘I’m a faggot,’ ya hear me? Or I will pull out right now and pack up and go. You will never see my cock or taste my ass again.”

I couldn’t live with that, so I braved it. I began jumping up and down slowly at first, but each time I cautiously rose off his pole Frank placed each of his calloused hands on my shoulder blades and fiercely pulled me down onto him. After a few of these initially painful and violent encounters, I became inured to it. I liked it. I needed it. I began bouncing faster than he even hoped for me to move, as if on a bouncing ball, or some twisted, demonic, amusement ride. I was so hot with sexual rage that I didn’t mind shouting at the top of my lungs to the upstairs neighbors as my ass assaulted his manhood, over and over: “I’m a faggot! I’m a fucking faggot! I’m a cock-sucking, cum-slurping faggot!”

Spanked Boi Gets Off

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Tom’s breathing was heavy with lust as he watched the dark haired hunk in front of him strip. He’s paid a small fortune for this night of fun, and he planned to enjoy every second of it.

The hunk had wavy, longish dark hair and a sexy stubble. Mmmmm. As he undid his buttons, he revealed more and more golden muscle. Finally, he pulled his shirt off, displaying a huge muscled torso. He grinned wide. He licked a finger from each hand and slowly, delectably, anointed his dark, flat nipples, groaning deep in his throat. Tom squirmed.

The hunk stepped closer toward the bed. He undid his belt teasingly and unzipped his black dress pants, letting them slide to the hotel room floor. He was wearing sexy black briefs which bulged deliciously big. His strong, muscular legs were covered in thick black hair, as were his large forearms. So sexy.

Slowly, he squeezed his bulge through his skimpy briefs.

“You wanna see my cock?” he asked softly. Tom gulped. “Yeah, you do..” he continued in a soft whisper. “You wanna see my nice, thick cock, don’t you?”, he chuckled. Tom loved his teasing. The hunk snapped the waistband of his briefs and grabbed his bulge. “Oh you’re gonna do more than just see my cock, babe” he whispered. “You’re gonna suck it till your eyes water…and then I’m gonna fuck you all night with it.”

Tom moaned.

The big hunk reached over for a pillow. “So, babe,” he said. “How’d you like me to fuck you, huh?” He folded the pillow in two and placed it over his bulge. “Hard, like this?” he said, and began to fuck the pillow slit so hard Tom gasped. He grunted and pounded the pillow, his hips blurring with the speed and the veins on his neck and arms swelling with the exertion. He stopped and grinned at him. Tom felt incredibly excited by his display of virility.

“Or maybe you like it nice and slow…”. He threw the pillow on the floor and placed it under him as he assumed a push-up position. Then he slowly, languidly began to fuck it, grinding his hips close to the ground as he sighed in satisfaction. He continued this for a minute before standing up again, and Tom saw the hunk’s erection stretching the fabric of his briefs to the limit.

“You ready for this cock?” the hunk asked, smiling as he cupped his bulge.

“Fuck yeah..” Tom whispered.

“You want cock…I’ll give you cock”. He pushed down his skimpy briefs and his hard cock flounced out, swaying pendulously with thick weight. Tom’s throat constricted with lust as he stared at the long, thick cock. It jutted out delightfully big from a dense thicket of curly black pubes and a pair of big round balls. The hunk stroked it roughly and grinned at Tom’s appreciation.

“Guess you like my big dick huh” he teased. He flopped down on the couch and played with himself slowly. “Are you waiting for a fuckin’ invite? Get down here and suck me off!” he barked.

Man, he liked to suck cock. The hunk sighed and fisted his hair as Tom gobbled the turgid staff into his mouth, sucking hard. His cheeks hollowed with the squelching effort and he groaned in filthy pleasure. His mouth was a wet vacuum over the hot thick shaft as he sucked on his hands and knees.

The hunk hissed and groaned with pleasure as he forced more and more of his dick into Tom’s hungry mouth. Tom stroked the hunk’s strong, hairy thighs, sucking deep, lovingly enveloping the thick shaft in his warm, moist mouth. Occasionally stopped sucking with a pop and ducked under the weighty shaft to treat the hunk’s balls with wet, languid licks.

After an hour of jaw-aching head, and 30 minutes of gag-inducing throat-fucking, the hunk pulled his thick cock out from Tom’s face pussy. His muscles shone with sweat. “Whew! Fuck! I love a long wet blowjob babe. Man, I want you to suck me all night but right now I want to screw this cock up your asshole”.

The hunk grinned as he stroked his thick, glistening cock. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll need crutches and counseling”.

Tom whimpered.

“Get on the bed babe. Doggy” the hunk said as he snapped on a condom which barely fit over his hard thick dick. Tom got on is hands and knees on the bed, pushing his tight ass in the air. He screamed into the sheets as the hunk began to ease his cock inside him. The hunk held Tom’s ass firmly in place with one hand on each hip, allowing him to pry open the asscheeks further. The tight walls of Tom;s asshole yielded with difficulty, resisting the exciting intrusion of the hunk’s cock. The hunk groaned with delight as Tom’s sphincter squeezed his cock deliciously.

“YEAH!!!!!” the hunk said, fucking hard. “Squeeze it babe, squeeze that PUSSY for me babe! Ohhhhh yeah! Make it clench around my DICK, yeah just like that, FUCK!!!”

Tom gave in to the rough friction of the hunk’s cock against his anal wall, losing himself in the aching pleasure of being fucked from behind. His euphoria was punctuated by the hunk’s fierce, exciting dirty-talk and the sharp yanks of his hair as the hunk fisted it from behind.

“Tell me to fuck you, bitch” the hunk ordered. “Say ‘fuck me, Sir’”!

“Fuck me, Sir” Tom said, his asshole gaping with cock.

“Louder!”

“FUCK ME, SIR!!” Tom gasped. “Yeah, fuck me!!”

The hunk grinned in satisfaction as he continued to plow his whimpering bottom, using the tight vacuum of Tom’s asshole to fellate his hard dick. He exhaled as the exquisite sensation tingled along the length of his cock. The hunk rammed Tom’s asshole for a few more blissful minutes before pulling out his gleaming hard fuckstick. He gripped his cock hard.

“Stick out your tongue” the hunk said. Tom obeyed and the hunk placed the tip of his thick cock head against the warm wet tongue. He stroked his shaft and Tom instinctively knew to tickle the blunt tip with his tongue. The hunk’s balls thickened for release. The hunk stroked faster. “I’m gonna dump my load down your THROAT!” he said, and he roared as big, strong jets of cum spurted deep inside Tom’s gaping mouth, hitting his tonsils and making him gag. Tom tried his best to swallow it all but the huge load spilled down his chin and wrist as well.

Gasping, Tom gave the hunk a messy, satisfied grin. Idly, the hunk twisted Tom’s nipple.

“Ready for more?” he asked.

“Bang me all night, babe” said Tom.

Old Man’s Boi Banged

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When my step-daughter said she was coming home from college to visit, we were pleased of course and somehow not surprised when she said she was bringing a guy who was “just a friend”. She has something of a naïve belief that guys just want to be friends with her, but of course it always turns into something else. She truly seems to have no clue that she’s way too hot for guys to be “just friends” with. For my part, of course I couldn’t resist giving her a hard time about it. I started teasing her about her “friend” and she insisted that he was just that. I persisted and reminded her of all the other just friends that she’d had previously and she finally said that this one was definitely just a friend because he’s gay. I assumed she was just trying to shut me up, and who could blame her, but she went on to explain that he’s something of a militant for rights on campus and leads a couple of organizations not just for gay rights, but for a number of other causes as well. This finally shut me up which is never easy to do.

That night I was feeling especially frisky with my wife and of course she took the opportunity to tease me about the cause of my arousal. She stroked my cock and teased that I must be turned on by the thought of having a gay man in the house. She and I have shared many fantasies involving me being with another man and she didn’t miss the chance to point out the potential even if we both knew that I wouldn’t act on it. Nevertheless, we had our usual amazing sex as we talked about a scenario that was closer to real than usual and that really turned us both on even more.

The next weekend they arrived on Friday night in time for dinner. Introductions were made all around and as I met Mark, I have to admit that the fact that he was gay was front and center in my mind. Throughout dinner, I kept having thoughts of him having sex with another man, he was good looking and well built, though not overly so. His personality was similar as well, assertive and sure, but not cocky. It was really a good conversation through dinner when I could follow it. I hoped that my distraction didn’t show or at least that no one would guess the cause. Our step-daughter decided she was going to take our daughter shopping the next morning and Mark said he was going to have to stay here and get caught up on a little school work if nobody minded. We said of course not and then my wife looked at me sort of slyly and said, “Actually, I have to go into work for a while in the morning anyway”.

As we climbed into bed that night, my wife reached over and found my cock already hard. She smiled and stroked it slowly and said, “Thinking about you and Mark having a little quality time tomorrow?”

I laughed and said no rather weakly. She stroked my cock slowly for a minute and I felt like I was going to cum already when she stopped and said, “Well I’m going to leave this alone just in case, so you’re good and ready”. My balls suddenly ached even more and my hand went to my cock, but she stopped me and I moaned, “You bitch”. She replied, “That’s right”, with a smile. It took me a long time to fall to sleep.

I slept later than usual and only woke when my wife came in the bedroom with a cup of coffee for me. She said that our daughters were just getting ready to leave and she was just finishing some computer work and was then going to leave as well. She slid her hand beneath the sheets and gave my cock a stroke. It jumped readily and my balls resumed aching and she said, “I’ll take care of that later if you don’t get any other offers” and with a wink, she walked out. I watched the sports news and a little while later she came back to give me a kiss as she was leaving. What I didn’t know was that part of her “computer work” was leaving some of the erotic stories I’d written open but minimized on the computer that Mark was going to be using this morning. She knew they’d be impossible for him to miss and she suspected that when he read the rather graphic content he would be spurred into action. All the stories that I’d written involved me being with other men and exploring my many fantasies of gay and bi sex and submission.

I turned the TV off and finished my coffee, then got up to take a shower. As I stood under the warm stream of water, my cock rose and I began to stroke it slowly. I had to admit, that my mind wandered to Mark again. Just the fact that I was alone in the house with a gay man was arousing enough, but there was something about him that was very erotic as well. I stroked myself slowly, but before I came, I stopped and resolved to save it for my wife when she got home. I had to try hard to divert my mind to something that would allow my erection to deflate despite its repeated arousal without satisfaction, but eventually, I resumed my shower in relative distraction. I got out and toweled off and by now was thinking of a few things that I had to get done at some point during the day. I walked out of the bathroom naked and went towards my bureau as usual. What wasn’t usual was that Mark was lying naked on our bed slowly stroking his cock.

I stopped, in shock and stupidly said, “Mark, what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer for some time and then said slowly, “I’m stroking my cock.”

I couldn’t say anything at first, but finally, my mouth reacted properly and said, “You need to leave.”

He didn’t move and didn’t answer at first, then said, “Do I. It looks like your cock says otherwise.”

My cock, of course, displayed my true feelings and was throbbing hard already. I dropped my eyes down, partly from embarrassment and partly to confirm the betrayal that I could feel pulsing hot through my body. My eyes drifted slowly up and stared at his cock. He was still lightly stroking his hand up and down the shaft. I stared and could do nothing but observe every detail. It was beautiful. Long and thick, not huge, but big and perfectly shaped, I stared and couldn’t look away. My trance was broken by him getting up from the bed and walking towards me. My eyes dropped again. I was too nervous and embarrassed to look at him. I could see a wet spot at the tip of my cock and then could see his body come into view as he stepped close to me. His hands gently slid over my nipples, causing my body to convulse and more wetness to seep from the end of my cock. His hand went to my cock and he wiped his fingers across the wet head and I thought that I would cum all over his hand. He brought his hand to my mouth and pushed my chin up so that I was forced to look at him at the same time. My mouth went to his fingers and licked the salty wetness from them as he said, “You’re hungry aren’t you?”

I nodded my head in shame and hunger.

He smiled and said, “You want to suck my cock don’t you?”

I nodded my head again.

“That’s not good enough. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to suck your cock”, I said with a trembling voice.

“I know you do. You want me to make you my whore. You don’t just want to suck my cock, you want to worship it. You want every drop of cum you can get out of it, don’t you.”

It was not a question and he knew the answer of course. “Oh god yes. I want your cock in my mouth. I want you to fuck me and I want to you to give me all your hot cum”, I blurted out as I dropped to my knees in front of him and his swollen cock.

I stared straight ahead at it and he took it in his hand and slowly stroked it up and down again. He bent his cock forward and ran it across my cheek and under my chin. He forced my head up with it, to look him in the face. I tried to look away, but couldn’t. He said, “Where do you want my cum?”

“Everywhere” was all I could say.

He smiled. A sort of wry smiled that seemed to be amused by what a cum slut I was in front of him. I was beyond embarrassment by now and was consumed by lust. My servitude fed his arousal and he gave way to his power over me completely. “I’m going to give it to you everywhere before we’re done,” he said, “but I’m going to start with your face, because a slut should have cum on his face before he gets fucked. Get on the bed.”

I climbed onto the bed and he pulled my head around so that it was close to the edge. He stood over me, stroking his cock. I stared in amazement and lust at his cock and heavy balls just inches from my face. My body quivered and my face was frozen in a look of lustful anticipation. “Tell me what you want”, he panted.

“Cum on my face. Oh god, cum on my face. Shoot your hot cum on me. Cover me. I want it. Please. Cum on my face. Please. Please Mark. Please. Please.” I ranted.

I watched his balls pull tight to the base of his cock. His cock throbbed and jerked. His cum flew and landed hot on my face. Shot after hot shot flew from his lurching cock all over my face and neck and into my hair. My orgasm came. Cum poured from my cock out onto my belly. His legs grew weak from the force of his orgasm and he leaned forward onto the bed to steady himself, pressing his cock and balls into my face as he did. I licked and sucked at his cum soaked balls. A long moan that started when I saw the first throb of his cock was muffled but not diminished by his messy crotch pressed to my face. I felt his hand on my cock and though its hardness had only diminished slightly, I felt it grow harder still. He regained his strength and brought his hand to my mouth. I licked my cum greedily from his fingers. He ran his fingers through the cum that he had shot all over my face and smiled at me, seeing that I was eagerly awaiting whatever he wanted to do to me next. He slid his hand under my neck and lifted my head towards the head of the bed. He spread cum everywhere he touched me. I was lying on the bed now, with my head toward the top and he straddled my chest and pressed forward, saying, “Suck my cock”.

I did so eagerly and he slowly began to move his hips back and forth, fucking my face. I nearly choked, but he went slowly at first and then fed me more and more of his cock with each forward stroke. I wanted every inch of him inside me and relaxed my throat and gave over to him. “That’s it. Suck it. Oh yea, take the whole thing. I knew you were a cocksucker the first time I saw you. Yea, take it you fucking cocksucker. Yea, suck that cock. Oh god Steve, you are such a cock hungry slut. I’m going to fuck your face and then I’m going to fuck your ass.”

I felt his heavy balls slap against my chin and my nose press into the matted hair of his crotch with each forward stroke. His hand pressed to the back of my head and pulled my hair hard with each forward stroke, burying his cock into my hungry mouth. He stopped and rolled off of me. “Get on your knees, bitch. I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours now.”

The sound that escaped me was half moan and half whimper. I quickly moved to my knees, my head and shoulders pressed to the bed. “Reach back and spread your cheeks for me”, he commanded.

“Oh god, fuck my ass”, I panted as my hands pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my tight hole to him.

“Shut up slut”, he barked. “Push your finger in there and loosen it up for me.”

I wiped my finger around the sweat and cum that had run between my legs and then slowly forced my finger up inside my tight ass. I felt like such a slut, finger fucking my ass in front of him, but I wanted so badly for him to fuck me and my finger felt so good, I slowly worked it in and out moaning.

“You are such a horny bitch”, he taunted. “Work another finger in there so my cock doesn’t split you open.”

“Please, just fuck me”, I moaned, but I complied, forcing a second finger into my ass.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright. I’m going to shove my whole cock into that tight little ass of yours. I’m going to fuck it until it milks my cum. I’m going to fill your slut ass with hot cum.”

His hand pulled mine away, my fingers popping out and quickly replaced by the fat head of his cock. It was coated with cum and saliva and he leaned forward in one steady thrust pushing his whole cock into my ass. I felt his weight on me and over me and it pressed my head and shoulders into the soft bed. I moaned. A slow deep moan. My ass felt impossibly full and my cock throbbed and dripped. He eased his cock back and then slowly forward again. I could feel every beautiful inch of it touch every nerve and sending waves of only pleasure over my entire body. My hips rocked back, wanting him to fuck me harder and deeper. “Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh yea, fuck me”, I panted.

His hands took my hips and he began to thrust powerfully and deeply with each stroke. His hips crashed against my ass and he couldn’t fuck me hard enough or fast enough for either of us. We were both blind to anything but our own lust and he fucked my ass wildly. My hands clutched handfuls of the bedspread, trying to get a grip to force myself back harder against his thrusts. I panted and struggled to breath, my face buried in the blankets. I felt his cock stiffen and throb in my ass and my cum start to flow as he reached around and stroked me. I lifted my head from the mattress and saw my wife standing inside the bedroom doorway, leaning back against the door with her pants around her knees. She rubbed her clit furiously with the flat of her hand pressed hard against her mound. She came hard as we did and it wasn’t the last time that morning for any of us.

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Chapter 1: Frank Meats Joel

This was my third swing party with my wife, Traci. The monthly event was held on Saturday evenings at a small hotel on Route 9 in Englewood, NJ, close to the Palisades. As usual, it was an attractive suite containing a kitchenette/living room and two bedrooms with a total of four queen-sized beds.

My name is Joel and my wife and I live in Montclair, NJ. I’m 37 and stand 5′5″, not the tallest of the species. (However, being from a diminutive family is helpful when it comes to buying clothing since I can save money by shopping in the Youth section). My weight is a trim 135 pounds and so far I still have my own hair on my head. Weekly cycling has kept me in shape and maintained my cute, adorable little butt (at least according to my wife). Traci and I have been married for nine years and have three wonderful kids. However, though still very much in love, our sex life was on the rocks.

My wife is an Italian beauty with long dark hair that reaches her mid-back. She stands 5 feet tall and weighs only 105 pounds. My wife and I used to play out a little fantasy of mine; her being royally nailed by a well-hung guy. The thought of my petite wife struggling to handle an over-sized cock always turned me on. In the porn movies we rent, the guys are massively hung and the women all love it. I’ve always been intrigued by the thought of a guy stuffing his sausage into Traci while she moaned submissively. My own cock is barely six inches when stiff and though my wife seemed to be satisfied, I always wished I was bigger so I could sexually dominate her as I stretched her wide open. That image stimulated me tremendously and seemed to turn her on too. Unfortunately, our role-playing could no longer sustain us and our sex happened only about twice a month. So-o-o after a great deal of soul-searching, we joined a Northern New Jersey swingers group.

Y’know, whenever you think of swing parties, you imagine stunning men and voluptuous women passionately exhibiting their carnal desires and swapping partners with others. Unfortunately, reality does not match a porno flick. I didn’t realize that only a club that practiced “open swinging” would allow partners to swap; this club did not. Partners could only have sex with each other as other couples watched. Exciting the first time, interesting the second, boring by now. At least for me. Traci seemed to be perfectly satisfied with the club’s limits.

In attendance were the usual motley assortment of 40-ish over-weight suburban wives and their out of shape, un-hung husbands. Six couples. All upstanding, bland white citizens for most of the month and so-called “swingers” for one evening. Still, it beat watching porn movies at home.

We’d just finished the introductions when the buzzer sounded. Our host opened the door and in walked a black couple. Boy, did it get quiet in there!

The newcomers introduced themselves as Frank and his wife Miriam from Manhattan. They were definitely a very attractive pair. Miriam was about 35 or so and very attractive at 5′6″, 125 pounds and very close-cropped hair. Frank had to be about 45, 5′11″ and probably weighed nearly two hundred pounds.

Our host was not at all fazed since he’d encouraged them to join our group after meeting Frank at a business convention in Connecticut. Still, the actual fact of a black couple joining our group made everyone a bit uncomfortable (except Frank and Miriam who seemed to be enjoying our unease). After a bit of hesitation, we all undressed and the activities started.

I must admit that I found myself staring furtively at Miriam’s sexy body. Hopefully, Traci did not notice. Then Frank undressed and I gasped. (Traci definitely noticed my reaction but said nothing.) His body was rather average. But his cock was a good 7 inches long and truly thick with a big, fat head, bulging veins and heavy-hanging balls; and it wasn’t even hard yet!

My own cock was no more than about six inches when stiff, and this black guy was bigger and thicker than mine while still soft! Yikes! To be perfectly honest, I’d never imagined my wife with a well-hung black man. Sure, I’d seen big, black cocks in porno flicks but my wife was never interested in that particular fantasy. Nevertheless, I began imagining Frank forcefully taking my wife and I instantly became rock-hard.

Traci and I made love and I was surprised how quickly and intensely I came. Gee, not good at all! Then Frank and Miriam started on each other and it was incredible to watch. They kissed passionately for several minutes and we all watched as Frank’s black cock started swelling. Then Miriam kissed her way down her husband’s stomach and started lapping at his swollen manhood. I inhaled sharply as Frank pushed between Miriam’s lips and Traci gave me a sharp look!

To my shock, I felt my own cock start to grow again so I quickly mounted my surprised wife. Our love-making was intense as we both stared at Frank and Miriam until my wife and I had a rather noisy climax as I moaned, “Damn, he’s so big!”

Everyone heard my loud comment and several of the guys looked embarrassed. I’d never said a thing while watching these other couples making love at previous parties. And here I was having an orgasm and letting the whole world know that I was turned on by watching this black guy’s big cock impale his wife. How tacky!

Frank gave me a knowing look and smiled. Several minutes later, he was bellowing as his climax rocked both of them. I’m pretty sure that Miriam came too, but I was too intent on watching to see if Frank was still hard. Why? This little show had suddenly reinforced all those stereotypes I’d heard about the “black man and his big dick!”

All of us were staring and I noticed that several guys were getting hard. Frank finally pulled his cock out of his lovely wife. Wow! It was still semi-erect. The two kissed briefly and Frank walked into the kitchenette. Traci eyed me, frowned and headed to the bathroom. I quickly followed Frank into the kitchenette/living room. So here I was, standing buck naked in front of a hung, naked black guy who looked at me and smiled again.

Before I could say something lame, Frank asked, “You liked that, didn’t you?”

Nervously, I answered, “Yes, I did!”

“Why?”

“Well, uh… you’re so damn big!”

I kept glancing down at his fat prick.

He smiled and looked me over.

“Turn around,” he said.

“W-what?”

“Just turn around!” he demanded.

I slowly spun around so he could see my entire body.

When I faced him, I saw his cock was starting to grow again.

“You’ve got a very, very nice ass. Very small and very round. You ever been with another guy?”

“Are you crazy? No way! I’m no fag!”

“I know,” he laughed.

I realized immediately what he was thinking. And though I’d never thought about being with a man before, the possibility of such an encounter was somehow intoxicating!

Several seconds passed…

Finally, he said, “Let’s exchange info. In the meantime, I want you to think about my black cock and your pretty, round white ass doing what comes naturally. I’ll be back this way in about three weeks. Then we’ll see what happens.”

I continued to stare at his fat, black glistening cock. I’d never thought about a guy in this manner; now it was all I could think about. Was this something my sub-conscious mind wanted?

Once we exchanged contact info, I sensed that Frank knew without a doubt what would be happening in about three weeks!

I quickly exited the kitchenette as Traci came out of the bathroom. We hung around another hour or so, dressed and then left. On the way home, Traci spoke.

“You seemed to like that.”

“Well sure, it was like watching a porn video.”

“Is that all it was?”

“Of course. Didn’t you notice how hard it made me?”

“I definitely noticed that!” she laughed.

In bed that night, I thought about what I’d seen and Frank’s words to me. I was confused – and very excited. Would I actually end up in bed with this black guy?

Over the next several days, I found myself watching X-rated movies of hung black men with white women; hung black men with black women; and finally hung black men with white men. I knew they were all actors, but I was amazed as I watched huge swollen, black cocks disappearing into various white male asses. Unbelievable but strangely erotic! Still, as turned on as I was by the action, I kept telling myself that I would not stay in touch with Frank.

Then his email arrived: “Hi, how’s it going?”

Nothing at all suggestive. I answered in like-wise fashion. By the third email, I began thinking Frank had lost interest in me or changed his mind. I was disappointed. Then his next email asked: “Have you thought about what I said to you?” I was instantly aroused.

My email response: “Yes, but I’m not sure if I really want to.”

He emailed a tutorial titled “The ABC’s of Male-to-Male Sex-play” and recommended the section sub-titled “How to be The Perfect Bottom.” It described how to please a man orally and talked in depth about pleasing a man anally. Translation – it described the things I should do when sucking Frank as well as how to get my bottom ready to receive his cock. Tips on enemas, lubrication and “pushing out” my anal-mouth when Frank was “pushing in” his big, black cock-head.

Though I kept telling myself I would not do this, I was in a constant state of arousal whenever I thought of Frank and his big, black meat going inside my trim, white body. I was terrified and fascinated at the erotic thought!

He advised me of the date he’d be in NYC and the hotel he’d booked for Friday evening. He emailed to tell me that if I met him downstairs at the hotel bar by 7:30pm, we’d end up in his hotel room. And then I’d have NO CHOICE but to take his big, black snake inside me. Yikes!

Though I found the situation highly erotic as a fantasy, would I actually have the nerve to try this in the hard world of reality?

On Thursday, my wife mentioned her plans for a surprise visit to her mother in Connecticut over the weekend with the kids. Could I come?

I knew the right answer was “Of course, honey!”

Instead I lied.

“Traci, I wish I could come, but I’ve got to finish working on some accounts. So sorry dear.”

By 4pm on Friday, she and the kids were gone so they could beat the traffic. By 5:30pm, I was soaking in the tub, finishing my enema and practicing pushing my sphincter out. By 7pm, I was in Manhattan at the hotel bar, very nervous but eager.

Frank walked in at 7:20, saw me and smiled broadly.

“Hello Joel. Good to see you again,” he greeted as he shook my hand tightly.

There was an air of confidence about this man. He was sure of himself and commanded respect. And since I knew what he carried between his legs, it gave him even more authority in my eyes.

His gaze locked onto mine and I knew what would be happening to me shortly as I tried to remain calm. Frank expected to bed me tonight. Soon enough, this man’s big, black destroyer would be invading my body. Would I be able to satisfy him?

Our drinks were brought to a small, round table where we sat opposite each other. Frank ordered wine but I ordered a strong Black Russian to steady my nerves as Frank watched.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“Of course!” I answered rudely. What a ridiculous question!

“Why?”

“W-well, you’re pretty damn big! And I’ve never been with a guy before!”

“I know.” Frank smiled knowingly. “Did you take an enema?”

“Well, yes.”

“Why?”

“Well, y’know. It was in that thing you sent.”

“How to be The Perfect Bottom. How’d you like it?”

“Uh – it was helpful!” I sounded like an idiot.

“Good!” Frank was obviously enjoying my discomfort. “Did you practice pushing out with your butt?”

“Well… of course!” I answered meekly.

“Why?”

I was too nervous to answer but Frank caught my gaze and locked my eyes.

“Why?” he demanded.

Softly I said,” To help your cock get… um, you know…”

“Answer me now!”

I was nervous, but I knew I had to answer him.

“Uh – to help your cock get inside my ass!”

“Good! Do you think you can fit all of me inside you?”

“I don’t know. Your cock is really big! And my ass is really small!”

“Oh yeah. I noticed your cute ass when we met. You have a very cute little white-boy ass. And I’ve been thinking about how I’m gonna open you up with my big, black dick!”

By now, I was gulping down my second Black Russian as he leaned in close to my ear.

“You know I’m gonna cum in you! That’ll make you my bitch!”

I realized that I hadn’t really thought everything through.

“I’m not a bitch, dammit!”

Consciously, I was in denial, but on a sub-conscious level my sexual urges were coming to the fore.

He locked my eyes.

“Don’t play dumb, Joel. You know my dick will be in your mouth, right?”

“Well, yes.”

“And when I cum in your mouth, what will you do?”

“Swallow,” I answered quietly.

“Very good, Joel. Is that what you want?”

Meekly, I answered “Yes.”

“Good boy. Now tell me Joel, where else is my big, black dick gonna go?”

“Um, you know.”

“Tell me!”

“Um, in my white ass.”

“C’mon Joel. Tell me what I want to hear!”

“Um… your big, black cock is gonna go inside my tight, white little round ass.”

“Wrong answer Joel!”

“Why?”

“Because from this moment on, your little white ass is a little white pussy!”

“What?”

“You heard me! Now say it!”

Now was the moment of truth. Would I actually submit to my sexual desires for this man? If I did submit, would that make me gay? Or would I be bi-sexual? Then my mind recalled one of the gay videos where a well-hung black man was roughly fucking a small white guy who moaned in ecstasy. My sub-conscious urges were going to win this battle tonight!

“My ass is a little white pussy. I murmured.

“Good Joel. My big, black dick will fuck your little white pussy! Say it!”

“Your big, black cock will fuck my little white pussy.”

“For how long, Joel?”

“Until you get enough.”

“And then?”

“Then your big, black cock will sperm in my little white pussy.”

“Say it again, Joel!”

“Your big, black cock will sperm in my little, white pussy.”

“One more time, Joel!”

I’d lost all of my will.

“Your big, black cock will sperm in me.”

“Is that what you want?”

Totally defeated, I meekly answered, “Yes.”

“What does that make you?” he asked leering.

“Your little white bitch.”

“And don’t you forget it, Joel!”

I gulped down two more very strong Black Russians as Frank paid the bill.

Minutes later, we were on the 8th floor in his hotel room. As soon as we were inside, Frank started rubbing and feeling my ass aggressively. The drinks really went to my head and made me physically submissive and ready to please him.

Frank demanded, “Okay Bitch, take off those clothes!”

I removed everything and stood there, pink-skinned and stark naked.

“Now turn around so I can see what you got for me!”

Docilely, I obeyed.

Frank looked at me approvingly as he smiled darkly. He exuded complete confidence in his actions. I could feel the raw sexual lust emanating from him as he took in the sight of my trim, white body; there for his enjoyment, his pleasure, his use.

I knew this would be an evening of pure sex! No kissing, hand-holding, tender talk or gentle caressing. This was all about Frank and his big, black cock! I was there to pleasure and please Frank’s huge dick. That was my destiny. To serve Frank’s needs, to suck his big dick, swallow his cum and take him deeply up my small, white virgin ass. And then to make sure my ass pleasured his big, black man-meat until his thick, hot sperm was deposited deep in my buns. Yes, I was there to be this black man’s bitch; we both knew it!

Frank slowly stripped. The differences in skin tone were intoxicating. I was pink and he was a dusky deep brown; I really got excited from the size of his growing black tool. Damn, it was huge. Definitely a killing machine. I was terrified and thrilled since I was about to take my first cock; a huge, black one.

Frank led me to the queen-size bed, tossed a tube of lube on it, shoved me onto my back, sat on my chest and ordered, “Open your mouth Bitch, you’re takin’ this dick deep!”

His huge, distended cock-head hovered over my white mouth as I stared in fascination at this monster which was already leaking pre-cum juice. The cock jutted out of a full bush of thick, curly hair and easily measured a full 9 inches to the tip. The sleek sides were outlined with veins and the over-size balls hung down heavily. The shaft was easily 7 inches around and his ebony weapon was capped with a bloated, distorted head. This was a cock of power that demanded complete respect and total obedience!

Instinctively, my lips parted and he slipped the very tip of his bloated cock-head between my lips.

“Ooh!” I moaned as I tasted my first cock and it’s pre-cum juice.

It was big, black and so good.

Frank’s pre-cum juice covered my tongue as he slipped more of his monster between my sucking lips. My mouth opened wider and wider as his superior girth slipped inside. Seconds later, I choked and gasped as his killing machine bumped the back of my throat. Yikes, there was definitely too much cock in my mouth!

“What’s wrong you pussy-ass bitch? Too big?” Frank taunted. He obviously enjoyed my discomfort!

“Mmph-ph!” I gasped.

Frank’s cock WAS too big. But there was nothing I could do as I sucked him wildly. It was like my mouth was being raped. He wasn’t kind or gentle at all and held my head while I sucked him good. His black dick and my white mouth became one as I sucked him madly. From the first time I’d seen Frank’s manhood, I’d been fantasizing about it. Now it was ramming my throat and making me respect it. I gasped and choked as he pumped my lips expertly.

After several minutes, Frank rolled over on to his back and pulled me between his legs on my stomach.

“Please Frank, I can’t breathe. You’re too big!” I gasped.

Frank roughly pulled my head down to his massive pole as he prepared to re-enter my mouth.

“Please Frank, don’t make me suck it anymore. It’s too big! Please don’t ummph, um-phrf!” I choked as his spermy tip was rammed home.

“Suck it Bitch! Suck it good!”

“Umph, umph!” I gasped desperately.

Several times he tried to slip his bloated cock-head down my throat, but I couldn’t handle it. I could barely breathe and began to seriously wonder if Frank’s huge meat would choke me to death! After another twenty minutes or so, I thought he would cum in my mouth, but he stopped and pulled his lethal weapon out.

I gasped loudly as I could finally breathe freely again. I was amazed at the size and strength of his man-meat.

Frank climbed behind me and placed two or three pillows under my stomach to raise my tight, white ass up in the air. Then he started rubbing his black dick against my white ass, all the time calling me his bitch and a pussy. His cock was really big by now and looking back over my shoulder, I began to moan and complain about his size.

“Frank, please don’t! Your black cock’s too big! I can’t take it!” I realized I was repeating phrases I’d heard in the porno videos depicting big black men with small white women.

“Shut the fuck up, you cock-suckin’ bitch!” he growled as he opened my legs and got in between them.

Frank had made it clear in his e-mails that he loved the way my small white bubble-butt looked and wouldn’t rest until “his dick had gotten a piece of that”. He planned to fuck my tight pussy into submission.

He was entering me from behind which would give him total control of the fucking AND the deepest penetration into me. Being only 5′5″ and 135 pounds, my body would be no match for Frank at 5′11″ and 195 pounds.

“Please Frank! Your cock is too big!” I cooed as I blurted out more video phrases.

Bending Over A Twink

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As James approached the front door he reached absently for the keys in his back jeans pocket, striding up the steps to the door. Without thinking he reached for the door handle, and to his surprise it opened without any need for the key. He paused momentarily. Strange. Even if Michael was at home it was unlikely that he would have left it unlocked.

James cursed the luck that had him watching over Jack and Wendy’s house while they enjoyed a three week European vacation. He understood, though – Michael was staying behind, and even at 18 he still seemed very young. Even effeminate. James didn’t know if he would have trusted Michael to watch over things either.

Conscious that there may be strangers in the house, James stepped in quietly, slipped his shoes off as he shut it gently behind him. He surveyed the house briefly: nothing appeared to be out of place. He stepped forward gingerly, his feet making no sound on the tiled floor as he moved from the entranceway into the lounge. And then he heard – did he? – a murmur, a voice perhaps, a whisper from upstairs. The hairs on the back of his neck rose in warning. Even though he hesitated, he knew that he would have to go up; and so he moved to the stairway, stepping carefully as he climbed, counting the sixteen treads that that took him to the passageway between the bedrooms.

Here it was carpeted, and everything seemed normal, except for the reflected light that was seeping out under the half open door to the main bedroom. He slipped quickly to the side, peering into the room through the gap at the hinges, surveying the room quickly to see who was there. Of everything he had expected, though, the sight before him caught him unprepared.

The main bedroom was large. To the left stood the double bed, slightly out of James’ vision. Wendy’s closet was against the far wall, standing open. To the right was a full-length mirror, and standing with her back to the doorway was a woman – a girl perhaps – dressed in a full length formal dress. James recognised the dress as one belonging to Wendy – but it certainly wasn’t Wendy evaluating herself: this woman was thing, gangly even, and the dress hung slightly loose on her frame. James wondered if anyone else was in the room – it was conceivable that someone was on the bed out of view. He stood without moving, waiting quietly to see what was happening.

And then a voice – Michael’s voice – spoke: “Very nice. Now turn around.”

The woman rotated, still looking at the mirror over her shoulder to keep herself in view, but James saw her face, lipstick, rouge, mascara, blush, earrings, girlish tilt of the head and realised with a shock of amazement that he was staring at Michael. Michael – dressed in his mother’s clothing, parading before a mirror, made up like a woman, obviously using the opportunity while his parents were gone to explore personal fantasies. James realised that he had wandered into a private sexual exploration – Michael playing out a scenario for himself, watching himself, as a woman, in the mirror.

For a moment he wanted to turn and leave – but Michael was facing the doorway now – any movement might alert him to James’ presence. Motionlessly he appraised the scene. Apart from the makeup, Michael had obviously taken some time to prepare himself for this: James could make out the shape of breasts beneath the dress. Michael’s hair – always long – was blown back, hanging to his shoulders. James could make out strappy black shoes matching the black sheen dress, over grey pantyhose. Michael looked anything but a parody – he was deliberately dressed and posing to look like a sensual woman, and for all the world he did. As Michael spoke again, James began to understand the fantasy that was being played out – he alternated between two voices, a feminine lilt that was obviously the role he was portraying, and a deeper voice that belonged to an imaginary man – who James came to realise was supposedly interviewing Michael for a job.

Female voice: There. I hope you like what you see. I’m not used to being asked to do this for a job interview. Male: Well – we both know that you have interviewed for a lot of jobs, don’t we? And that you haven’t had any luck? Turn around again.

Michael dropped his head resignedly as he rotated to again face the mirror. James could leave now, but he was fascinated by this play taking place before him – by the voyeuristic opportunity that had presented itself. From the back Michael looked like a woman again – he had obviously posed this way a lot, and this was perhaps old sensual territory for him. He appeared to be a shy, coy woman as he spoke again.

Female: I haven’t had much luck, no. Jobs are not easy to find. I really do need this one. Male: There are many candidates that I have to interview. Work is hard to find. If you want this, you’ll have to prove that you have something to offer.

Michael raised his head and looked at the mirror, lips pouting slightly in feigned anger.

Female: I work hard. You’ll never have to worry about the quality of what I do. Male: That’s not what I meant. I meant that you’ll have to show me some of what you have. Female: I don’t understand. Male: Some of what you have under that pretty dress.

James was fascinated by the scenario: Michael fulfilling both the role of the aggressive, demanding, controlling manager – and the woman reluctantly being drawn into exposing herself. James recognised the type of fantasy – he had had it himself. How many men had not imagined having an attractive woman obeying his every command? It was built into most men’s psyche. And yet this was different; Michael was deliberately positioning himself not as the domineering manager, but as the submissive, reluctant victim obliged to obey these instructions in order to get employment – and James was intrigued. More than intrigued … as Michael mouthed the next words James felt a movement in his groin that alerted him to the impact this was having. This pretty boy/girl (for Michael was unquestionably attractive – as he shifted his stance slightly the movement of his ass under the dress caught James’ eye) wanted to be controlled, wanted to be a submissive little girl to a controlling male figure. Michael wanted to explore his femininity by pretending to be made to do this.

James had explored his dominant preferences more than once. Early in his marriage he had started to tie his wife up, once taking photographs of her as she lay helpless on the bed. That day had been a long, slow exploration in which he had bound her while still dressed, and then unexpectedly pulled out the camera when she could do nothing to stop him. He had taken pictures as he stripped her, and her first attempts to pull out of the ropes had only added to the erotic nature of the images. She had become progressively humiliated, especially when he pulled up her skirt and pulled the panties to one side, holding her knees apart and ensuring that her face was in each photograph, particularly the most intimate. Her muffled anger through the gag had no impact at all, until he pulled it away so that she could take him in her mouth. He remembered how angry and turned on she was simultaneously, tearing against the bonds, but still taking him fully into first her mouth, and then when he turned her over, between her soaked lips. No matter how she had raged afterwards, they both knew that she had been left drenched and wanting: she had bucked under him with abandon. And as time progressed ropes, scarves, and eventually even some handcuffs had progressively found their way into the bedroom. As the marriage had turned bad the domination had remained, becoming more overt. Once, as they stood against the back wall in an elevator, he had reached under her dress, pulling her panties down and letting them fall to the floor out of sight of the unsuspecting patrons; he had been too strong for her to stop him even though she frantically tried to hold them up for a few brief moments. Each time there would be anger followed by lust. As the marriage irreparably shred he started doing it in more public situations, pulling down her bathing suit in the pool once so their friends could see her breasts, reaching into her pants and cupping her while she tried unsuccessfully to pull his hand away, and all their friends laughed. However madly she had twisted away, even in those brief moments he felt how wet she was.

So the scene before him set his heart to beating, and even though he had never thought of himself as anything but heterosexual, Michael was just so feminine, so little-girl innocent as he shifted his weight to one leg and spoke again, that James suddenly realised that he wanted this woman – wanted to take her under his control, to make her satisfy his escalating desire.

Female: What do you mean? Male: You know what I mean. I mean that it’s time for you to show me some of what you’re wearing under there. Pull down the zipper on that dress.

Michael paused, dramatically, as if staring uncertainly as his tormentor. James was now erect and prepared to progress this to a more overt stage. As Michael reached behind him and drew the zipper down, exposing the indentations of spine crossed by a black brassiere strap James stepped out and stood in the doorway. For a moment Michael didn’t see him as he was concentrating on sliding it open, but then he looked up and James could see the shock cross his face as they looked into each other’s eyes in the mirror. For long moments neither moved, then Michael spun around, reached behind himself to hold the dress closed, and took two steps away, backing against the mirror. His face reddened furiously under the makeup, his eyes dropped to the floor – James knew that Michael was frantically trying to find an excuse, an escape from the shameful situation in which he had found himself.

James spoke first: “It’s alright Michael.”

Michael said nothing, continued looking at the floor.

“It’s alright Michael – I understand. You have to explore. We all explored things at some point in our lives. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

Michael’s eyes flickered angrily up at him. “You’re not the one standing here in your mother’s dress!”

“That’s true.” James closed the door behind him. It was a meaningless action, but it seemed to reinforce the privacy of the situation in which they found themselves. “But you look very feminine like that.”

Michael didn’t react. There was a lounge chair off to the right of the door. James moved towards it and sat down, relaxing, comfortable in the role that he was creating. “You look very pretty like that, Michael. You know that, don’t you?”

Michael still didn’t move, pouting in frustrated anger now, looking more girlish than ever. “You look very … desirable.”

The words hung in the air, Michael’s eyes flickering across the floor from side to side as he absorbed their meaning. James crossed his legs now. “We could keep this all a secret, Michael. Nobody needs to know. Our secret.” Michael didn’t move, just listening, becoming the role that he had been portraying just moments before. “If you want it to stay our secret, all you have to do is follow my lead. Girls like you know what that means. Unemployed, needing whatever job they can find. Doing whatever they have to.”

Michael raised his eyes now – were there tears there? – and looked confrontationally at James. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped before any words came out. James smiled. “I’m not like other managers, Michael – I’m not that interested in your tits. I want to look at panties, and pussy. Lift the hem of your skirt, and then come stand here in front of me.”

Michael didn’t move, still staring at James, then finally spoke – and his first words were angry: “I’m not your toy!”

“Oh but you are, Michael. If you want this to be our secret, you are exactly what I want you to be. Do you understand?”

Michael was pouting, lips trembling, so … beautiful. So desirable. James’ cock was raging, a steel bar that couldn’t wait to be released. “You are my toy, my slut, my plaything, Michael. You want to be. And I am going to make you. Again – do you understand?”

And again Michael opened his mouth to speak but no words emerged. He stood, at a loss, his fantasy suddenly a hard reality – what was so easy when he had the control of the fantasy had become quiet frightening, insecure, when he was a pawn.

“Lift up your skirt, Michael. Do it now.” Michael didn’t move for long moments, staring at James intense eyes, slight aggressive smile. Then he let go of the zipper he was holding shut, and the front of the dress fell loose. He bent over, eyes still on the floor, and his fingers hooked around the hem, drawing it up as he stood straight. “More”, said James. “Right up. Hike it up around your belly. I want to see panties.”

As the boy exposed legs encased in thigh-high pantyhose, with patterned, elasticized tops, and then black drum-tight panties James found it difficult to contain himself to the chair. He savoured the view: Michael had dressed for self-seduction, with semi-transparent underwear, his manhood almost visible through the gossamer stuff. His legs, sheer, womanly, trembling perhaps. The hands holding the skirt showing false red nails amongst the crumpled material. “You like showing yourself to me, don’t you Michael? You fantasy is coming true, isn’t it?”

Michael just turned his head to the side, non-commital. James reached out one hand and let his head fall to one side, but his eyes never left the image before him. “Come here – come stand in front of me”.

Michael walked across the floor, balance still unsure on his mother’s high heels, until he stopped, exposed to James examination, inches away from the chair. James placed the back of one finger against the inside of a knee, and then trailed it up across nylon, flesh, the softness of the inner leg, to the hollow just below the panty mound. Michael’s eyes closed, and James could see the slight movement inside the panties that belied Michael’s emotions. He restrained himself from reaching up for the front of the panties, savouring rather the agony of confusion and lust crossing the boy’s face. “Turn around Michael. Keep the skirt up – I want to see your ass.”

Michael swivelled, perhaps relieved to be turning away, but James suspected that Michael was beginning to enjoy the realisation of his desire. The dress may have been slightly loose, but the black French-cut panties fit neatly, the light reflecting erotically across the curves of his ass. James ran his fingers across the smooth material, trailing down the crack of Michael’s butt, slipping two fingers between his legs to find the stretched material encasing Michael’s testicles. “Turn around”. As he spoke, he realised how dry his throat was.

And now, as Michael turned into view, it was evident how turned on the boy had become: the panties were stretched into a tent with the head of his cock peering out beyond the elastic at the belly. Staring into Michael’s eyes, James reached forward and pulled the front of the panties down, exposing Michael fully for the first time. As his fingers brushed against another man’s cock for the first time, he heard Michael sigh and push his hips forward, cock standing out like a tower, demanding attention. “You’re so pretty”, said James, touching it with his fingertips, exploring this new experience, listening to Michael’s laboured breathing.

It was strange how erotic this sight was: Michael’s cock, distended with lust, the panties bunched under his testicles, pushing them forward. It was as intimate as the first moments when a woman exposed herself, lying back for him and spreading open her legs for his gaze. As erotic as it was for them both, it was also true that their passion play contributed to the lust of the moment. And so James continued to play it out: looking up into Michael’s eyes, and with a cruel smile on his face he said: “Naughty girls showing themselves to strangers. Pussies this naughty need to be slapped –pussy slaps so hard that your eyes water and your mouth goes dry.” His hands had wrapped around the shaft now, was masturbating Michael with slow, measured strokes that caused Michael to move his hips in rhythm. “What do you think.”

Michael spoke almost in a whisper. “I’m not that naughty – it’s the job. You’re making me misbehave.”

“Then perhaps it deserves a licking?” At this James moved forward, and for the first time (what a day for firsts this was!) he felt the pulsing hardness of a man’s cock across his tongue. How strange that this should feel so natural. How strange that he should know to draw the length of the cock into his mouth, moisten it then withdraw, leaving Michael to suddenly feel coolness against his flesh; how strange to know that the tip of his tongue could find the sensitive channel between shaft and head to tease, or that it could press into the opening at the tip and split it just slightly, just enough for Michael to lose composure, drop his hem which fell about James shoulders, and to take James head in his hands as he pressed forwards into his mouth, filling him, embracing him with the cloth of the dress. And now James found himself under this boy-girls’s clothing, the eroticism heightened by the voyeuristic sense of being up Michael’s skirt, light coming through the material to this hot, confining place of sex, Michael’s hands cupping his hair through the stuff of the fabric, pulling him forward onto the rod. He drew back until the cock-head was held in his lips (for a sudden, ludicrous moment he remembered referring to woman as having CSLs – cock sucking lips – and wandered if that applied to him too); and then reached for the panty-fabric and pulled it down to Michael’s knees. God this looked sexy – pantihosed legs open, panties stretched between them, red, moist cock demanding attention under the tent of the skirt.

After savouring the view for long moments, James pulled back from under the skirt to look up at Michael’s face, flushed with requited lust now; his fantasies suddenly, gloriously realised, his unremitting desire expressed in hard breathing, focused gaze. James hands were still under the skirt, one hand cupping Michael’s ass, the other still stroking him tenderly, enjoying the sensation. “I think you should sit on my lap, little girl”, he whispered.

But now, for the first time, when Michael responded, there was a new timbre to his words – and he progressed the game in a wholly unexpected direction. He dropped his head girlishly to the left, brushed back some hair from his eyes: “Yes daddy, if you want”.

Ohhhh. How could words evoke such a response from James’ cock? Michael moved to the left, tripping slightly over the panties still binding his knees together, then sat across James lap, putting arms around James’ neck, nuzzling his face into James neck. “Like this, daddy?”

“Yes my girl – just like that”. James reached down and pulled the hem back up, hiking it to where he could again see the boy cock, knees held by the panty. He touched Michael’s shaft softly, again starting to stroke him, still in wonder at the rigidity and beauty of the rod between his fingers.

Michael was whispering now: “Are you going to kiss me, daddy?” It was a girl’s coquettish question. James turned his face, their lips coming together for the first, soft gentle exploration that added an emotive, sensual depth to this discovery. They kissed forever, slowly, hesitatingly at first, then tongue tips testing until finally it was an embrace, an acceptance. Again James was struck how natural it seemed to be catching Michael’s lips between his as he felt the contours of this wonderful girl cock in the palm of his hand, both men breathing deeply, hearts racing – but with a different sense: this had turned from coercion to shared seduction now. They withdrew slowly, Michael whispering again: “Are you going to fuck me, daddy?”

Twink’s Ass Filled

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The other weekend I was relaxing, surfing, and found an ad online that looked interesting. I sent him an email, and introduced myself. He wrote me back, and we emailed back and forth a few times before we called each other. We talked for a bit before we decided to meet and I headed over there.

I walked into his house and shook his hand. He stood about 6′2″ so he was about 4 inches taller than me. He was dressed in a fairly short robe that was tied in front.

After a brief hello, Bruce pulled me into his arms for a deep, passionate kiss. WOW. And again, WOW…what a kiss. I melted into his arms and kissed him back. He pulled me into his bedroom and I slid his robe off, running my hands over his body.

It didn’t take me long to drop my clothes, my cock standing stiff and ready for his touch which came soon. He reached down and lightly took me in his arms, softly caressing me as we kissed again and again and again. Our lips barely moved apart, the kiss deepening again and again in desire and passion.

He laid back in the bed and I moved over him, between his legs. I slowly licked up and down, getting the taste of his cock before I took him in my mouth. Mmmm….the feel and taste of his cock deep in my mouth was wonderful, what I had been hungry for. I reached up to run my hands over his body slowly as I took in in and out, letting him slowly fuck my mouth.

After several minutes, he pulled me up and into his arms for more deep kissing, over and over. His lips, his tongue was driving me crazy. I pulled back, looking into his eyes, not sure how he would react, but I told him that I was a virgin to man-to-man loving, I had never had a man inside me before. He looked at me in surprise at first, then this light ignited in his eyes, this amazingly gentle, sweet, passionate light that told me I had done the right thing in telling him.

He told he he wasn’t sure about making love to me. Those were the words he used, making love. I melted into his arms in the bed, wanting him, needing him. We kissed, over and over, and I reached down to slowly stroke his cock, feeling it hot and hard in my hand. I told him I trusted him, I knew he would be gentle with me. The blaze in his eyes grew in intensity and he reached over to the bedside table, picking up a bottle of KY. He took some in his hand and reached down, rubbing my ass, slowly sliding one finger into my hole. I tensed up slightly, but he pulled me tight to him and kissed me, whispering in my ear to relax.

He pulled on a condom, and I grimaced slightly. I knew it was safer, but I so badly wanted to feel him cum inside me. He noticed me grimace, and smiled.

“I’m clean.” he said, picking up a letter beside his bed and showing it to me. He explained it had been over two years since he had been with anyone, and showed me a letter dated the previous week that stated he was clean. I kissed him again and reached down, rolling the condom off and slowly stroking his cock.

“I trust you.” I kissed him softly. “I trust you, and I want to feel you inside me. I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me up with that hot cum you have for me.”

His eyes widened in surprise, but I felt his cock spasm softly, jerking and throbbing. He kissed me, hard and deep, and moved off me, kneeling between my legs and taking them in his hands. He raised them, looking me in the eyes, and moved forward, placing the tip of his cock at my hole, then slowly and gently started pressing.

“Ahhhhh yessss” I sighed, the feeling of him pressing into me painful, but welcome. “Come on.” I begged him, pushing against him. “I want it, want you in me.”

Bruce smiled at me, telling me slowly, and continued to push into me slowly.

“Oh Bruce,” I sighed as he settled deep inside me. “Hold on, let me get use to you.”

He leaned down, kissing me while holding still deep inside me. I slowly grew use to him, and began to move against him, inviting him to start moving inside me.

Wow. I was in paradise. I groaned softly as he moved in and out, gazing up into his eyes as he made love to me. It didn’t take long before he pressed hard inside me and held tight, gasping, his eyes wide in amazement. I gasped too, feeling him shooting inside me. The feel of his cum spurting into my ass was incredibly erotic.

He collapsed on top of me and we kissed, gently and passionately. When he pulled out of me, I went to his bathroom, getting a warm washcloth and coming back to wash him off before bending down to take him in my mouth, lovingly sucking him. Bruce looked down at me in surprise and reached down, pulling me up to kiss me again.

“You’re something else.” he smiled at me, kissing me again. “Most guys just want to pull their clothes on and take off. They don’t immediately come back for more.”

“I don’t want to leave.” I smiled at him. “I’m just getting started. I want to feel you in me again before the night is over.” I reached down, slowly stroking his balls and his cock.

Bruce took some baby oil in his hands, reaching down to slowly stroke my cock. I laid back, groaning softly at the feel of his hand around me.

He kissed me again as he kept stroking me, then told me he wanted to watch me cum. It didn’t take long between his hand around me and his lips on mine until I gasped and shuddered against him, shooting my cum over his hand.

“Oh wow.” I softly breathed, kissing him deeply again. “And wow. That felt amazing.”

He pulled me to him, my body molding around his. Our conversation lagged as we spent the next 20 minutes touching each other and kissing before I moved between his legs, taking his cock back deep into my mouth. Yes, the night was just beginning…

Twink Sauna Fucking

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Rick stepped in unison with my gait, and we made our way to the room I’d purchased for us, for the weekend. We walked quickly to the door, not saying a word about the elevator experience. I took the plastic key card from my back pocket and slid it into the lock, and watched as it lit up a small green circle and made an electronic ‘click’. I opened the door of the room and held it for him. He paused, only for a second, looking at me. Then he stepped inside and I was right behind him.

He stopped several feet into the room and looked around. It was a suite; half of it a bedroom the other half a kitchenette with a full bar. The bed was huge; and I expect he was gazing at it the most. I stepped in closely behind him and wrapped my arms around his middle, pressing my lips to the back of his neck. I whispered, “You and me, Rick. We’re alone and together, and have nothing stopping us from whatever we may decide to do.” I heard you breathe a sigh and then you turned to face me, still encircled with my arms. We looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Then I moved closer, kissing you on the mouth gently. It seemed for that moment we were both under a spell of sorts.

Despite your maneuvers in the elevator, it seemed that now you’d become somewhat rigid; nervous at our seclusion. My nose came to your chin as we faced each other, and I looked in your eyes and said, “C’mon bro…let’s get a drink over here first.” I stepped over to the bar and fingered the different bottles as I asked you what you’d have. I knew from our many internet conversations that when you drank, it was normally beer. You shrugged, saying you’d have what I was having. I chose the Smirnoff and hoped that there might be some O.J. in the refrigerator. There was. You leaned against the granite countertop on your elbows, watching as I made us each a tall screwdriver. I probably made them too strong. I turned back to you and handed you the drink, holding up my glass to click it to yours.

“To being with you”, I said. As your glass touched mine you replied, “And to being with you.”

I wondered if you might me questioning your judgment at this point, asking yourself how you ever imagined that you’d be able to go through with this. True, I pushed for it; I’d pushed hard and had begun to have nearly the same effect on you as you had on me via our ‘net communications. I was smitten, and wanted you to be as well. I smiled, hoping to ease your mind.

“So…how was that, having a cock in your mouth again?”

“It was…good. It was fucking hot, just doing something so crazy and spontaneous in the elevator like that. I, I just couldn’t help myself when the thought came to me.”

“So, you hadn’t planned that?” That right there made me think you might not be as tense with all this as I’d thought. “That’s pretty impressive, Rick. Damn, that’s awesome that you were, that you were that turned on.” Or at least wanted to make that impression, I thought. Hell, who gives a fuck. It certainly wasn’t a time for me to be analyzing.

This was my chance to be with you, finally. And I was planning on making optimum use of our time. I came closer to you again and said, “I want you badly, and I don’t know how long I can wait, babe.” My mouth was only inches from yours, once again. I felt your hot breath and smelled the vodka over the juice scent as you exhaled audibly. Setting down my glass I brought my hands up to your face, touching your head behind your ears. I slid my fingers under your warm hair and pulled you to me, erasing those last inches between us. Our lips met again, harder this time. I pushed my tongue in between your wet lips and tasted you again. I wanted to hold you so strong; to leave no doubt in your mind how much I wanted and needed this.

The counter separated our bodies. After feeling the warm insides of your mouth again, I pulled back and came over to you, taking you back in my arms and pressing my body to yours. I felt a distinctive bulge in your pants as I merged my clothed pelvis with yours. I reached down with one hand and let my palm glide over your hardening shaft, touching you softly there. My tongue delved further into your mouth; my desire growing so strong I could hardly bear it. My words were hot and ardent as I whispered into your open mouth, “Come to the bed with me, baby. It’s my turn. I want to make you come.”

We stepped as one over to the sumptuous bed, and I began unbuttoning your shirt. I let it hang open and admired the peek I was getting at your chest before I pushed it off your smooth shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I then reached for your belt, and deftly unbuckled it. Then I began to unbutton your fly and you stopped me, holding my small wrists in each hand and said, “Now, I’m not getting naked alone…let’s get you undressed too.”

I smiled and said “Oh yeah, please do”, as your hands went to my shirttail and pulled it up. I raised my arms and it came off easily, leaving me bare-chested in front of you. Then your hands went to my jeans, pausing to cup the swelling lump under the denim. You squeezed me, like you had in the elevator. I felt an electric tingle shoot through my whole body, and I was instantly rock-hard. My heart rate increased noticeably, and I let you slide my jeans over my hips. I pulled each shoe off by stepping on the heels with my opposite foot and lifted my legs enough to make my jeans fall past my knees. I stepped out of them and was now only in a pair of grey boxers, my fully erect dick poking straight at you.

“Your turn, stud”, I said as my hands returned to your pants. I unzipped, and then pushed them down just as you’d done to me. You stepped out of your leather loafers and slid your legs out of your pants. Your cock was like a length of bulging muscle, only held back by the tight fabric of your boxer briefs. I took you in my arms again, crushing our bare chests together and pulling you down with me onto the bed. More kissing. Our hands roamed over one another; the heat of our mutual ache rising fast enough to make me aware of the sweat forming on various parts of my charged body. I pushed you onto your back and moved in tightly against you, attaching my mouth to your neck for a moment. I knew I couldn’t leave a mark, and I wouldn’t. But I sure as fuck wanted to! I sucked lightly at that spot on your neck before I began to move down your body.

My mouth found one of your hard nubs and I suckled it instinctively, determined to taste you and experience you just as I’d imagined with every post I’d answered yours with in our sexual role playing. I wanted to feel everything we’d written about, well, everything that was possible. As I sucked on your small hard bump of a nipple you groaned, letting me know that you liked it. I heard your voice, soft and breathy, saying “Oh Curt…yeah man, that’s so nice. Your mouth is so nice. Go down, Curt.” There was almost a pleading quality in your voice. I began moving down again, trailing my tongue along the rift that separated your abs. As I reached the elastic of your underwear, I looked at you and saw as you watched me. I knew you wanted to see me take you into my mouth.

“Do you want me to suck you, babe? You want your slut to blow you and make you come?” I smiled, wanting you to know that if you echoed those words back to me it wouldn’t hurt my feelings in the least.

“Yeah, Curt…suck me, slut. You’ll be my cumslut for real now, babe. Pull it out and suck it till I shoot.”

I pulled at the waistband of your shorts with both hands, pulling them off in one movement after you’d raised your ass up off the bed. I flung them to the side and marveled, as we were now face-to-cock. The same cock I’d stared at on my monitor as you yanked it, letting your fist slide up and down the whole length of it; pumping it to the webcam as I watched and jacked myself; you always determined to shoot big for me. Now, I could smell you. My mouth watered as I hovered an inch above your cock. You grasped the base with you hand and aimed it at my mouth, saying again for me to suck you.

I opened my lips and covered the swollen purplish head with my mouth, and then pushed forward, feeling you slide in and fill my mouth with your man-ness. I wanted to gasp; I was so amazed. You groaned again, much more loudly than before as I engulfed your dick with my mouth. I felt your hand touch my head, holding it lightly as I began to slide my mouth up and back, slicking your fat cock with my saliva. I reached for your balls, and fondled them gently while my sucking became more ambitious. With each movement of my head I felt you jerk ever so slightly, and I knew I was pleasing you well.

My hand rolled your balls as I sucked greedily at your meat, wanting so much to taste the prize I would win. Your hips rose slightly, and at that time my hand left your balls and went farther down between your legs. I found the small opening that lay waiting for me. I touched its puckered surface. It was smaller than my fingertip. I gently pressed against it as I sucked on your throbbing cock harder. I didn’t attempt to push it inside you yet; my mouth was too busy just yet to lube my finger. But I kept pressing it against you, knowing that it was an incredible sensation.

Your other hand went to my head now, and you became a little more intense about holding my head there. I sensed that you were close, and worked your cock with my mouth, my lips squeezing the velvet shaft, my cheeks sucking inward against you. Your voice was getting stronger as you moaned, and before I was ready to be finished, you said you were coming.

“Oh fuck…” That was all you managed before you sucked air into your lungs and held it as your churning balls released and I felt the warm fluid I craved splashing into my mouth. The first shot spurting onto my tongue, the second hitting the back of my throat. It tasted so good, and I couldn’t help moaning as your dick got off in my mouth. I swallowed eagerly, not wanting to stop even when there was no more ejaculate. I savored the taste of you, wanting to soak up all your flavor; wanting to leave nothing behind. Your semen was more intoxicating to me than I’d imagined. I wanted to taste you more! I made a soft whining sound as you pried me from your sensitive softening dick. I released you, and lay my head on your tummy, feeling it rise and fall as you breathed heavily.

When you caught your breath you rewarded me verbally as well, saying that it felt so incredible; how you loved the way my mouth felt on you. I could only agree, and say that my mouth was yours, any time you wanted it.

“Anytime, stud. Fuck, I probably loved it more than you did!”

I kissed your warm skin and lay my cheek against you, feeling satisfied through your satisfaction.

You chuckled and said, “I seriously doubt that. That was one hot blowjob, stud!”

Sexy Boi’s Anal Fuck

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Mike was having quite an interesting dream. To begin with, he found himself lying under a tree, his arms behind his head, while someone gently slid their mouth over his erect shaft. It had that surreal quality that all dreams had, where the sensations were muted, but unmistakable nonetheless. Either way, he didn’t often have erotic dreams, so he decided to enjoy this one while he could. He attempted to sit up, but he seemed to be tangled up in the weeds that were growing under the tree.

As Mike returned to consciousness, he became aware of two things. One, that he really couldn’t move his arms, and two, there did indeed seem to be someone’s mouth on his cock. He jerked down, and was rewarded with a sharp pain, as the metal of the handcuffs bit into his wrists. The figure at the foot of the bed raised his head. “You awake, Mike?”

“I am now.” He shifted his position slightly, to ease the pressure in his shoulders. “Paul, what the fuck are you doing? It’s the middle of the night.

Even though he could only see his friend dimly, he knew he was grinning. “Your online friend. It was her idea.”

“Are you drunk?” Mike twisted his hand around, trying to slide it out of the handcuff. He’d discovered a long time ago that if they weren’t clamped too tight, he could usually slide out of most sets of cuffs. Unfortunately, Paul knew that, and he’d fastened them rather tight; just shy of being uncomfortable, in fact.

“Nah, just fucking horny.” Paul lowered his mouth onto Mike’s shaft again.

Mike moaned, closing his eyes momentarily. It was difficult to focus his thoughts with the sensations flowing through him. His hips pushed up towards Paul. “Mmm. A little harder, please. That feels good.”

Paul chuckled, but didn’t change anything. In fact, Mike could have sworn Paul slowed down even more. He huffed in frustration. “C’mon, Paul, quit fooling around.” He decided to change tactics. “I thought you said you were horny. Let me up and I’ll help you out with that.”

Paul stopped what he was doing, and moved on the bed to lie next to his friend. His fingertips scraped lightly over Mike’s chest, making him shiver and twist in the bed. He smiled in the darkness. “Well, I can’t. I promised someone I’d Top you tonight.”

“What?” Mike groaned. “I knew I should have never let you talk to her. You’re telling me this is all Kaleena’s idea?”

Paul laughed. “Yeah. She’s fucking cool, Mike. Too bad she’s a chick. Anyway, I told her I was gonna handcuff you to the bed, and she said to Dom you, and I think that’s a good idea. You don’t sub nearly enough.”

Mike’s breathing was harder, and his deep voice had an edge to it. “I’m not a bottom, Paul. You know that.” He could feel the familiar tingle of uncertainty in his stomach at Paul’s suggestion.

“C’mon, Mike. You just need to relax a little.” He leaned down to kiss the older man gently on the jaw. “Besides, you could write it up like a cool story. That girl on the computer would like it. What’s her name again?”

“Kaleena.” Mike took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “Paul, please. I haven’t gotten enough sleep as it is this weekend. It’s just not a good time. How about you let me up, and I promise we’ll do a scene later this week, and you can top. Okay Paul?”

Paul continued to kiss along the edge of Mike’s chin, up towards his ear. He bit lightly on his earlobe. His fingers found one of Mike’s nipples in the dark, and twisted it between his thumb and first finger, hard.

“Aaaaarrgh! Paul, you son of a bitch! That hurt!” Mike’s back arched and he bucked away from his friend, trying to throw him off. Paul held on, throwing his leg over one of Mike’s own. He continued to twist his nipple.

Despite his irritation at Paul, the pain aroused him, and Mike knew that his friend was aware of this as well. He licked his dry lips; his breathing was rapid and shallow now. He could feel himself breaking out in a light sweat, though the night was cool. “Fine. What the fuck do you want me to do?” he said in a clipped voice. He trusted Paul; he just hadn’t been a bottom for a while, and didn’t know if he could be.

Paul knew his friend was pissed, and that he probably would pay for it later. He grinned, though; paybacks were always fun when Mike was involved. He leaned over to whisper into the older man’s ear, making sure his voice was as commanding as he could manage. “You want out of those cuffs, you’d better fucking do exactly what I tell you, bitch. You got that?”

Mike winced at Paul’s word choice, but figured it wouldn’t do any good to argue with him at this point. “Fine, I got that.”

Paul twisted Mike’s sore nipple hard again, causing another jump, and another sputtered curse. “You got that what, bitch?”

Mike glared at his friend in the darkness, his lips pressed tightly together. He swallowed hard before he spoke. “I got that, Sir.”

Paul smiled, and released Mike’s nipple from his fingers. Mike drew in a sharp breath and groaned; Paul could feel Mike’s cock twitch and throb next to his leg. “That’s better. Now, why don’t you tell me who you belong to?”

Mike didn’t speak for a moment; he knew what Paul was trying to do, but he wasn’t ready to give up control just yet.

When Mike didn’t speak, Paul brushed the tip of his fingers over Mike’s already sore nipple. “Hey, you’re the one who wants to sleep. I can get out the flogger and the clamps, and we can do this all night. Answer the question, bitch.”

Mike shivered and twisted slightly. He sighed, and tried to give himself over to the role. “I am yours, Sir.”

Paul grinned, feeling himself getting horny again. “Say it again.”

“I am yours, Sir.”

Paul gave Mike’s sore nipple one last brief pinch, before lowering his head to the other one. He licked it lightly, his tongue tip drawing circles around the outside, spiraling in slowly towards the center. Beneath him, he could feel the older man stirring, moaning softly, his hips bucking slightly off the bed into the air. He lowered his mouth onto the now hard nipple and sucked, his lips forming a seal. Mike moaned louder, his large hands instinctively wrapping around the rail to relieve the pain from the handcuffs. When he had suctioned up enough of Mike’s nipple inside him, he bit down again. The effect was electric. Mike yelled, and his entire body arched upwards, lifting Paul off the bed a few inches. Paul grinned, and slid his hand down Mike’s torso, wrapping his fingers around Mike’s hard shaft, but not sliding it yet, just giving it little squeezes. Mike whimpered and tried to buck his hips, but Paul wasn’t having any of that. “Did you want something, bitch?”

“Ah, god. Paul, Please….” Mike panted, quite out of breath.

“Please what, bitch?” Paul squeezed Mike’s shaft a bit harder.

“Aaaah! Please, Sir. Please, I need to cum.”

Paul chuckled. He endeavored to make his voice as low and dark as possible. “Beg me for it, slut.”

Mike whimpered and sighed. “Please, Sir, I’m begging you. Please let me cum, Sir.”

“Tell me what a slut you are, then.”

Mike shook his head. “No, Paul, that’s too far. Don’t.” His voice had returned to its normal deep timbre.

Paul opened his mouth automatically to apologize to his friend, and then realized what he was doing. He took his hand off Mike’s shaft, and moved it up to twist his sore nipple again. “Bitch, you’re gonna fucking tell me what a slut you are!” he growled.

Bright spots flashed in front of Mike’s eyes, as the pain exploded in his brain. He yelled loudly. “Fine! I’m a slut! I’m a slut!” Paul released his nipple, and he panted a moment, trying desperately to catch his breath. His balls tightened up, and his cock throbbed painfully now.

“Say it again,” urged Paul.

Mike looked over towards his friend’s darkened face. “I’m a slut, Sir. Please, I’m begging you to let me cum.” He felt helpless and humiliated, but at that moment, it was exactly what he wanted. He lost himself in the delicious feelings of uncertainty that accompanied this moment. Would Paul give him what he wanted, or would he make him wait further? He felt that he might explode if he didn’t gain his release soon. But for the moment, there was nothing to do now but wait. Normally he hated waiting, and endured it with his usual stoic nature. But waiting here felt like standing on the edge of a vast chasm, dizzy, with no way of knowing when he would fall into it.

Paul smiled, hearing the change in his friend’s voice. “That’s my little bitch.” He leaned down to kiss the older man on the lips, sliding his tongue between them. Mike opened his mouth eagerly, sucking Paul’s tongue into him, his own tongue wrapping around it, sliding back and forth along the length of the muscle.

They kissed in this manner for what seemed like an eternity, Paul simply holding the other man’s shaft firmly at the base, his hand acting like a cock ring, keeping Mike erect. Mike’s entire attention was focused on the sensations produced by their kisses, and the growing heat building in his groin. Existing completely in the moment, he did not think; he simply felt, and reacted.

Paul eventually ended the kiss, with a regretful whimper coming from his friend, as their lips parted once more. He smiled. “Don’t worry, there’s more where that came from.” He reached over to the bedside table, picking up the key to the cuffs. “Now listen up, bitch,” he growled. “I’m gonna undo these cuffs, and you’re gonna roll over for me. You got that? And don’t even think about trying anything, or you’ll be very sorry. Do you understand?”

Mike felt empty when Paul’s tongue left his mouth. He was only dimly aware of Paul’s instructions. When he felt one of his hands being released from the cuffs, a small thought in the back of his head intruded, telling him he should resist, but his limbs felt heavy and he didn’t think he could move even if he wanted to. Soon he felt someone pushing at him, and heard Paul’s voice ordering him to roll over. He did so, enjoying the pressure of his aching shaft trapped between the bed and his stomach. He began to buck his hips into the bed, losing himself into the sensations again.

A sharp slap on his ass brought him back to reality. “Fucking knock it off, bitch!” Paul growled behind him. Mike sighed, and tried hard not to give in to the desire to move as his hands were recuffed tightly behind his back. As he felt the cuffs tighten around his wrists, he knew he had lost his window to escape, and noticed that he didn’t really want to anymore.

“Let’s get you up on your knees, my little slut.” It was difficult for Mike to raise himself up with his hands behind his back, but he did manage to raise his ass up enough for Paul to slide his arm under his chest, supporting him as he raised himself up. He was now kneeling on the bed, his arms behind him. He stared over at the silhouette of Paul’s head in the near darkness.

“I need some light,” Paul said, and reached over to turn on the small reading lamp that stood on the table. Mike turned his face away and closed his eyes, allowing his sight to adjust slowly. He opened his eyes, and then turned back to face his friend.

Paul was blonde, and sported a tan, attesting to his frequent days out of doors. He was on the slender side, with almost no chest hair, which often made him look younger than he was. His blue eyes shone with a combination of weed, lust, and the power he currently held over his friend. He arranged himself at the head of the bed, leaning against the wall, one leg up and bent, the other straight out in front of him, shaft rising straight up between the two. Looking over at Mike, he growled, “C’mere, slut. Time to earn your keep around here.”

Seeing the lust in Paul’s eyes just made Mike even more aroused; he found that he couldn’t hold the younger man’s gaze, and so dropped his eyes towards the bed. He crawled forward on his knees, trying not to fall forward onto his friend. When he was within arm’s reach, Paul grabbed Mike’s head, pulling him down towards his waiting shaft. They’d been friends for years, so Mike knew what Paul wanted; he eagerly opened his mouth, sliding it down the length of Paul’s cock.

Paul gasped, losing his focus for a moment. “Fuckin shit, Mike!” He remembered afterwards he was supposed to be in charge, and added, “Yeah, you suck it good, bitch, and I just might let you cum afterwards.”

Mike smiled to himself, continuing to bob his head slowly up and down Paul’s length, sliding it into his throat each time. He had learned to suppress his gag reflex years ago, and he enjoyed the power it gave him when he swallowed while holding a man’s cock down his throat. Watching their eyes roll in the back of their head was well worth it. Because of his position, he couldn’t see Paul’s face, but he could feel and hear his reaction; Paul gasped again, and his entire body tightened up. The hand in his hair tightened painfully. “Fuck!” Paul yelled again.

Mike had to fight the urge to speed up, to make Paul cum quickly. For one thing, Paul would figure out what he was doing, and two, he wanted to get Paul back for going so slowly on him earlier. So he kept up a steady, slow tempo, sucking hard and soft, tongue darting back and forth to provide additional stimulation, occasionally pulling off Paul’s member entirely, to lick at just the tip. Once, he gently drew his teeth up the length of the shaft, causing another gasp and another string of derogatory expletives.

Paul realized he was losing control again, as the familiar sensations built up in him. He didn’t think he could hold out much longer, and he wanted to keep Mike in sub mode, so he pushed him off entirely, just so he could catch his breath and gather his thoughts. Mike sat up on the bed, looking confused. “You okay, Paul?”

Paul shot Mike his best angry look. “Yeah, bitch. I’m fine.” Mike’s mouth tightened, but dropped his gaze again; Paul had seen the irritation in them, however. “You’re a fine cock slut, aren’t you? Say it. Tell me you’re a cock slut.”

Mike sighed. “I’m a cock slut, Sir.”

Paul laughed. “Damn straight, you are. Now, you’re gonna wrap that pretty little mouth on my dick again, but this time, I’m driving. You got that, bitch?”

Mike nodded mutely. Even the small control he had was gone now. “Yes, Sir.”

Paul grinned, and grabbed Mike’s head again, tangling his fingers firmly into the thick dark hair at the back of his head. He pushed Mike back down towards his groin, feeling that willing mouth sucking his cock back into it. He pushed and pulled on Mike’s head, deliberately breaking the rhythm and depth. At first Mike resisted, struggling to settle into an even rhythm. “You will submit to me, bitch!” Paul roared, pulling hard on Mike’s hair. Mike relaxed, then, and let Paul do what he wanted, focusing instead on working his tongue around Paul’s shaft.

Paul finally decided he’d had enough, and started pushing Mike’s head fully down onto his shaft, forcing the head into his throat. Mike obligingly swallowed around his knob, and Paul felt his arms and legs go weak. “Yeah bitch, like that,” he managed to gasp out. “Okay, slut, I’m gonna cum now, and you’d better swallow every drop.”

Mike bobbed his head down harder and faster onto Paul’s shaft in response, thrusting the head of his cock as far down his throat as it would go. He felt Paul’s whole body tense, and as he thrust in, felt Paul’s shaft twitch and explode into his mouth, hot liquid filling it. He swallowed quickly, and swallowed again, as Paul pumped himself hard into Mike’s mouth. Mike continued to swallow until most of it was gone, and then began to suck on Paul’s shaft, relishing the salty taste of the last of his semen. He pulled his head back, and looked up. Paul was staring off into space, and his mouth was hanging open. Mike chuckled softly at the sight, and Paul’s eyes snapped down to his. “Yeah, you liked that, didn’t you slut?” He said, somewhat more softly than before.

Mike smiled. “Yes, Sir, I did. Thank you, Sir.”

Paul rolled over to one side, patting the center of the bed. “C’mon, slut. I think you earned your reward.” He helped Mike lie down facing him on the bed, so that his cuffed hands wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. Paul leaned in for another kiss, enjoying the taste of himself on Mike’s lips. He leaned back and smiled. “Now, here’s what you’re gonna do for me tonight.” Mike’s eyes glanced up at his, listening. “You’re gonna cum for me, but only when I give you permission. You got that? You feel yourself close, you tell me. Is that clear, slut?”

Mike nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He watched as Paul slid downwards on the bed, kissing him along the torso as he did so. He groaned and closed his eyes, then opened them again, fascinated, as Paul planted light kisses down the length of his shaft as well. Going lower, Mike shivered with delight as he watched Paul suck each of his balls into his mouth, lightly tonguing them for a bit before releasing them into the cold air of the room. Mike’s eyes fluttered up towards the back of his head; he felt dizzy. Paul planted the flat of his tongue against the side of Mike’s shaft, and licked straight up to the top. Mike thought he was gonna explode, and he quickly spoke up. “Please, I’m getting close, Sir.”

Paul laughed. “Already? Well, I’m not done yet.” He blew across Mike’s cock.

Mike groaned in desperation. The cool air was both soothing and frustrating at the same time. He was panting heavily now, bathed in a thin layer of sweat. His cock throbbed painfully, and his balls were tight. “Please, Sir. Please, let me cum.” His voice was hoarse, and his mouth and lips were dry, though they had been soaked with saliva and semen a moment ago.

Paul grinned. “Eventually. When I’m sure you’re mine, slut.” A small whimper escaped the other man, and Paul knew he was there. “Beg me again, bitch.”

Words tumbled out of Mike’s mouth rapidly now, knowing what Paul wanted to hear, willing to say anything to get the release he so desperately craved. “Please, I’m begging you. I need to cum. I’m your slut, and I’m begging you to let me cum, Sir.”

Paul let loose with his best evil villain laugh, the one he knew Mike loved. He was rewarded by watching the shivers ripple across Mike’s already tense body. He reached out his hand to Mike’s jaw. Mike opened his eyes, his gaze pleading; Paul stared into their steel grey depths triumphantly. “Now, you are mine.”

Mike could not disagree with him, could only watch helplessly as Paul lowered his mouth slowly back to his shaft, pressing his lips lightly against the tip in a kiss, before sliding his own mouth loosely over its length. He found himself on the edge of the chasm again, waiting for Paul to let him fall into the darkness. “Please, Sir may I cum?” he managed to whisper.

Paul gazed up at him, blue eyes bright and sharp. “Yes, slut. You may cum.” With that, he tightened his mouth firmly over Mike’s member, and began to thrust it in and out of his mouth, deep and fast.

Mike gave a loud, guttural groan as he was flooded with an explosion of sensations that were almost painful to experience in their intensity. Arching his back, he pushed his hips hard against Paul’s mouth, pushing his shaft in as far as he could. It was then that he came, fire rushing through his cock, flowing like molten lava into Paul’s waiting, eager mouth.

Paul swallowed quickly, but even then, some of it escaped, dribbling down his chin in a thin stream. He continued to suck hard, milking every last drop from the older man’s swollen and still spurting member, above him, he could hear Mike breathing heavily and moaning. Giving his friend’s cock one last hard suck – and enjoying the gasp of surprise it produced – he slid back up on the bed, lying so that he was facing him. Mike’s eyes were closed, and he wore a sleepy smile. “Thank you, Sir,” he said.

Paul chuckled. “You’re welcome. I guess you can go back to sleep now.”

Drinking Bois Do It

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This is the story of a late bloomer…..a kid that never had much to do with anything sexual all the way into his late teens. I am sure there are a lot like me out there, but most of us are too embarrassed to admit how long it took for us to reach full sexual awareness. I guess it depends on your up bringing and where you grow up and who you happen to grow up with. I was in Catholic School all my high school years and the Nuns basically scared us all away from sex and sin. In an environment like that you just don’t ask the right questions and ignore any strange urges that might bother you from day to day. For some reason the first 18 years of my life were totally innocent and free of any, shall we say, lustful thoughts. That ended pretty quick when I went to Junior College at a military academy. I hope you enjoy my story…………..

Part 1

When you are a young man of 18, you don’t realize how wonderful it is to be free of any relationships and capable of getting a hard-on any time you feel like it. I remember back when I had just been sent to a military school for being pretty unruly. I resented my parents and really had decided if this is what they want…….. To get rid of me……… then that’s what they are getting. I was going to form a life of my own and not worry about anyone but myself. This was a big thing! It was anyone’s guess as to why I didn’t go to a normal junior college with girls and normal life. It still pisses me off when I think about it.

I was a real late bloomer for my age. I remember had found a couple porno pictures in my fathers drawer. They were not hardcore cum shots back then, just a shot of a girl sitting on a cock from behind. You know the classic picture. I realized then, you must just stick your cock in a woman and that was it. Actually I thought maybe you pissed in there or something. I didn’t know about cum or orgasms. The nuns, in school, nor even my father ever told me a damn thing, so I ended up doing some weird things.

I can think back to fucking a hole in my pillow. It was a foam rubber pillow. I cut a slit in the cover and tried to hump it when I would get a hard-on. I remember I tried pissing in it once and regretted it for a long time. I pissed maybe a cup full. I didn’t think it was much fun after all, but then I had a pillow full of piss that I didn’t want anyone to find. I had to sleep on it for a couple weeks until it finally dried up and stopped smelling so much. It wasn’t fun sleeping on a piss damp pillow that smelled for two or three weeks. I am surprised my mother never found it. She must have wondered where the smell was coming from but never found it.

After that fiasco I started playing around with my ass. I would stick my finger in an inch or two and fool around. I also played with a plastic rod that was sorta like a small dildo. It was about 10 inches long. I would probe around whenever I was alone, especially when I was in the bath tub; of course I had to be careful that no one came into the bathroom when I was playing. I would always get a boner that anyone would notice, so that my play was limited. It sure felt good pushing the rod in and sorta wiggling it.

I also remember that I would piss on myself at night. I would lie in my bed and squirt a little piss on my belly and rub it all over myself, I have no idea why that was pleasurable to me back then but I know I did it. Through all this I never knew about actual stroking.

All this play was what I did up until I was sent away. I also never knew about Cum or that it even existed. That was until I met my new roommate at school…………my world changed pretty quickly from that point forward.

The school I was sent to was Hell. They were fanatic disciplinarians and had the entire system set up to basically make you a robot. They said “jump” and you said “which way….sir”! I was pretty innocent. I really never experienced any sexual encounters other than getting a hard-on and wondering why I felt the way I felt when I had one. You know something is feeling strange and good at the same time but not why it did.

My roommates’ name was Joe and we both knew, pretty quickly, that we would get along together and found it easy to talk. It didn’t take much more than a few days until we were telling each other our innermost feelings…….these included cock play. We hadn’t said too much about it until the first night I felt the bunk bed moving and looked down from the top bunk to see Joe playing with himself. My seeing him didn’t seem to upset him at all. He just looked up and said, “I hope it’s OK with you if I jerk off at night, I always have to shoot a load before I go to sleep.”

I had no idea what he was talking about but said, “Hell no, we all do it don’t we?” I was too embarrassed to tell him I had never heard of this jerking off thing. I laid back and realized I had gotten a hard-on watching him play around so I moved my arm to simulate the bed movement that Joe was making.

When he stopped, I stopped. Joe said, “Man, I needed that. I haven’t jerked off since we got here. Fuck! I shot a quart! How’d you do?”

I mumbled a weak, “Ya, me too,” and we when to sleep.

The following nights were all the same. I would fake jerking off, and I found I really enjoyed watching Joe. It was dark so I could not see his cum. He would shoot into a towel and then stuff it in his laundry bin. I started faking that too. I’d jump down and stuff a towel in my bin and hop back into bed hoping Joe didn’t catch on to my fake act.

Weeks went by and one night Joe said, “I bet I am bigger than you.” He stood and peered over the bed at me and said, “Let me see your cock.” I sheepishly pulled back the covers and exposed my semi-hard-on. Joe reached over and measured me with his thumb and forefinger. When he did this he actually reached over and held my cock straight up as he checked the length. Holy Shit! Did I ever get a rush when he grabbed my shaft and rested his hand on my balls as he measured me.

Joe laughed and said, “Ya, I was right. I’m about an inch longer than you. Look…….”

I looked over the edge and saw him holding his cock and his open fingers to show I only came up to the ridge of his cock head. Joe just stood there waiting for me to say something. I said something like, “it ain’t the size it’s how you use it.”

Joe laughed nervously and said, “ya I guess your right……….ah……did you ever jerk off with anyone before? Me and a buddy used to play around a lot. It’s sorta fun doing it to each other.”

I could tell he was really nervous, so I quickly said, “Hell…..I never have tried that but what the fuck…..I’ll try anything once.”

You have to remember I was only a virgin. I had no idea what he wanted to do. Joe said, “Shit man, it’s great, come down and sit next to me, I’ll show ya.” He was starting to act like he was in a candy store….all excited and jumpy.

I crawled down and sat next to him on his bunk. He pulled his pajama bottoms to his knees and sat next to me. He sorta leaned back and showed his stiff uncut cock to me and said, “Pull your pants down so I can get to you.”

I was scared to death….I had no idea what he was planning on doing. I sheepishly pulled my underpants down and let my cock spring up. Joe immediately reached over and took my shaft in his hand and started to pump up and down. I could hardly breathe. It felt soooo good! I knew he expected me to do something to him so I reached over and held his cock. I had never done anything like this before and was really engrossed in how his cock felt in my hand.

It was soft and silky on the outside but felt like a hard bone inside. He had a fairly large foreskin so his cockhead was only partially exposed. As I started to duplicate what he was doing to me I could see his glistening cockhead appear and disappear as I stroked him up and down. I could not take my eyes off him. He was giving me feelings I had never had in my life. I examined and played gently with his shaft and foreskin. I lost track of time.

Joe started to sort of hump into my hand as I stroked and said, “Oh shit! I’m gonna cum…..I gonna cum….aaahhhh”

As soon as he started to moan I felt his cock spasm. I had never really seen him cum before. I stared in amazement as cum started to shoot from his cock and land on his leg and on my hand and arm. He seemed to shoot 4 or 5 long ropes of cum and eventually started to dribble out onto my hand and down onto his balls.

I was shocked! I did not expect anything like that. I jumped up and grabbed for the towel hanging at the foot of the bed. “God damn it!!! What the fuck are you doing? Shit, you got stuff all over me!” I whipped it off of my hand and frantically wiped my arm off.

Joe was laughing and said, “What the fuck did you expect…..shit…..you give a pretty good hand job!”

He was actually still trying to hold onto my cock but I turned away and said, “Fuck you!” and jumped back in my cot.

Joe started to wipe himself off and said, “Shit man, if ya had told me you didn’t want to get cum on ya, you should have warned me. Come on, I’ll let you cum on my hand if it will make you feel any better.”

I said, “Don’t worry about it, I’m going to sleep.”

I took advantage of the situation to hide the fact I didn’t cum and rolled over with my back to Joe and put my head on my arm. I realized then, that I still had some of his cum on me and I had it right under my nose. I smelled the strong Clorox odor and wondered exactly what the hell that stuff was. It didn’t smell like piss. Looking back I am surprised I just laid there smelling the cum on my arm and didn’t do anything. I don’t know how long I did that until I wiped it off under my pillow. I do remember falling asleep as I smelled Joe’s cum from my pillow. I wonder if that was the start of my problem today…….I am a Cum Slut.

Over the following weeks Joe talked me into jerking him off several times. I was always ready and willing and I was always careful to avoid his cum stream. As soon as he shot his load I would always beg off and tell him I was tired or something and that I’d finish myself. I was mortified I didn’t shoot any cum like Joe. All I had was a raging hard-on each night and no idea how to have an orgasm…..or even what an orgasm was. I was totally unaware of the feeling of an orgasm.

The weeks turned into months. Winter came and Joe and I became close friends. We protected each others back in a hostile school environment. We both knew we would get beat badly if we ever got caught playing with each other, so it was always a late night event, which became a nightly thing. I would jerk off Joe as he laid in bed and then just jump in bed and pretend to finish myself. I was becoming Joe’s slut and didn’t even know it.

About 6 months later I finally found out what an orgasm was. I can remember the incident like it was yesterday. It was very late. I was sitting next to Joe as he laid in his cot. I was jerking him slowly. He had made it clear to me that he liked it slow and soft. I had become very willing and was really getting to enjoy the experience. I had even started using hand lotion as lube when I did Joe. He really liked that. I would rub it all over his cock and knead his cock head gently with one hand and stroke the shaft or massage his balls with the other hand. I had become used to getting his cum on me and even would finish him in his own cum as he shot. My hand would be covered with white globules of cum when I was done. I found I could wipe my hand off and get into bed and then hold my hand over my face and breath in the aroma of his cum. Something was happening to me….I was starting to look forward to playing in Joe’s cum and smelling it as I went to sleep.

One night I was jerking Joe and for some reason he reached over and started to stroke and squeeze my cock as I stroked his. I was getting into my hand job and was fondling Joe’s balls as I twisted on his shaft. As I did this I started to feel a sensation that I had never had before.

My stomach was starting to feel strange but very good. I felt a wonderful sensation start deep in my ass and start to flow up into my balls. Joe was not paying much attention to what he was doing. He was just stroking me gently and slowly as I ministered to his cock.

All of a sudden I felt the unbelievable rush of the most intense orgasm I think I will ever experience. My cock erupted with cum. I shot an unbelievable amount of cum over and over. It was all over my lap and all over Joe. As I shot my load Joe started to cum. We were in some sort of nether world as we both shot cum all over ourselves.

When my orgasm subsided It had been so intense my ass felt like it had a cramp in the asshole. Surprisingly Joe didn’t yell or do anything. All he said was, “Shit man that was hot. You cum a lot! Christ it’s all over….we will have to clean up before someone catches us.” The room had a strong Clorox smell and cum was soaking into everything.

After we wiped everything off that we could, we opened the window for fear someone would come into the room and smell the cum. I was still sorta stunned even as I crawled up into my cot. I couldn’t believe what had happened. I laid there for over an hour as Joe went to sleep. I couldn’t sleep. I was so excited that I had shot my first load that I got hard again and immediately jerked off for the first intentional time of my life. It was about time…..most guys had been through this years before.

If your good at it you can shoot several times in a night…..that night I shot four times and slept very little. I jerked off onto my belly and chest. Some even made it to my chin. I was obsessed with smelling and feeling my cum as it laid on my belly. I didn’t even wipe it off with a towel. I used my tee-shirt and sheets. By the morning I had cum spots all over my sheets and underwear.

When I crawled out of my cot and was getting my toothbrush and stuff to go to the head and wash up for the day, Joe looked at me and said, “What the fuck have you been doing? You smell like a cock!!! Shit man you have cum in your hair!!!!”

I looked in the mirror and sure enough a glob was hanging just over my ear. I said, “Ah fuck I was pretty horney last night…I must have missed some when I was cleaning up!!”

Joe admonished me…..”you better change and clean up before you go to the head ….everyone will know what you’ve been doing asshole!”

I changed into clean underwear and made sure I didn’t smell too much and went to the head to clean up. When I got back to the room Joe was standing next to my cot ….he said “Shit man you have cum everywhere….damn what the hell’s going on?”

I knew I had to tell Joe something and I knew I was hooked on jerking off as much as I could. I had already started to have a serious cum fetish. I loved everything about it and figured I had to explain. I said, “If you promise not to laugh I’ll tell you what I ‘m doing. You may not have realized before but I sorta like cum. I hope you won’t get mad but I figured you should know.”

Joe just stood there and said, “Fuck man….I’m the same way, but we have to make sure no one else finds out. Make sure ya clean up OK? Shit we can have some fun if we are careful.”

My heart jumped. I knew that Joe and I were starting a whole new relationship beyond what we had had to that point. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen but you can believe I was ready!!!!!

PLEASE write me about this story….I have tried to be as truthful as possible. I would especially like to hear from other boys school grads….especially military schools…..I will respond Personally.

Hot Twinks Fucking

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Harry Bolton had been in Beirut about a year. He was one of the more noticeable gems in the motley collection of expatriates from this or that Western country who centered our lives on the American University of Beirut for a taste of the cultures we otherwise, and for different reasons, were escaping. He was an academic from a rather vague, but obviously wealthy, American background, and was a very good looking blond. Lean and supple, clean and fresh, he looked like a retired model in whatever he wore. In winter, loose cuffed corduroys and casual shirts, with a simple cashmere jacket. In summer, well, whatever he wore, he looked good in. The package was topped off by a full head of golden blond hair and youthful blue eyes. I was vaguely aware via rumors why he was here, but all I cared was that he was here.

We had met several times, but he always seemed so sophisticated and aloof that I was afraid to approach him. And when he had spoken to me, I had lost my voice. I ached for him, but could do nothing about it but confide my passion for him to Arnold, a British importer tucked away here more or less in hiding from several European governments.

“Him?” Arnold said, “Gee, you like a hard life. From what I have heard he already has a harem of well-built young Arab and Turkic guys at the university who he can take his pick from.”

That certainly depressed me. I was a bit old to go to university—both Arnold and I were—but we both came from established businesses that required little of our attention—his in dealings in Turkish artifacts, not always aboveboard, and I with my small regional airline. We had time on our hands and the university had proven to be a great place to pick up younger men. Arnold had tried to make clear, however, that he was here to pick me up, not some fresh, young tail. For some reason he fancied me beyond all reason. And I might have been interested, but he was an unshakable top, and, since I’d come to Lebanon, I was insisting on being the same.

I wasn’t young anymore, but I was still pretty presentable—certainly Arnold, who nagged me incessantly to let him bed me, seemed to think so. I’d been to university in my native Australia quite a few years before. Like, fifteen. A long time ago, really, but I had been a serious bodybuilder in my younger days and still stacked up OK.

I’d signed up for Bolton’s class on purpose, just to watch him up close—and Arnold had signed up on a never-ending quest to get into my pants. I’d known Harry was some sort of lecturer here, and his regular talks on ancient civilizations at the local museum were the reason I had originally met him. Oh, and once I had met him at a party. A museum cocktail fundraiser. He had been doing a good job of being polite and attentive and casting his smile and baby blues on the serious donors and supporters, and I had looked on and wondered how much I’d have to donate to get him to look at me that attentively.

“I hear he has a thing for Mediterranean types,” Arnold added, with a sniff. “He’s spent some time there on various archaeological digs and doing research and goes on about the men. Dark hair, muscular. Especially Turkic men. Hum.” He grunted, looking me up and down. “When it comes to dark sultry looks, that’s you, I suppose,” he added. “But I thought you didn’t like blonds?” Arnold was doing what he could to put me off the fetish I was forming for Bolton.

“There are exceptions,” I replied huffily.

But yes, I had dark hair and was muscular, I thought, feeling as if there might be some hope after all. But Harry had hardly even looked at me when we had met. I sighed, and told Arnold my attributes certainly hadn’t made any difference so far. Arnold smiled happily at that.

The next week I dragged Arnold along to a lecture on the ruins of Mycenae. Harry was giving it, of course. He was looking very casual, and his blond hair was longer than usual, so it occasionally fell down over one eye. It looked incredibly sexy as he brushed it back with his long muscular hands, and he looked incredibly smooth and hot. And I had it on good authority that his tool was a match for those hands.

We had arrived early and got middle seats in the second row, and I ogled Harry, while at the same time trying to keep Arnold’s hand out of my lap. I sighed repeatedly and was aching for Harry as much as ever. I was nervously thinking about going up and asking an intelligent question at the end of the lecture when I saw a dark young Lebanese hunk move in on him, and the two were talking in animated gestures down at the podium. I sighed forlornly.

Arnold looked at me and rolled his eyes, “I think it’s time you got over your crush, mate—or took drastic steps.” I had to agree.

Some people, well most people, think I am very quiet and wouldn’t hurt a fly, but Arnold knows me a bit better than that. When I am roused I can be quite a different person.

We got ready to leave, but Arnold was dithering, and I suddenly realized that two young Turkish guys in the row behind us were talking in low voices and that the topic was sex. Well, Arnold could always listen to that sort of gossip, which I assumed explained his hesitation, and I couldn’t do anything but listen too.

“Not a bad talk. Last night he fucked two of his students I heard,” one of the young Turks said.

“I heard three,” his companion replied. “And that he was the one being fucked, and he wanted it rough.”

“Yes, I’ve heard he likes taking it a bit rough. Has some fantasy about being fucked by a Australian footballer and his mates in the courtyard of an ancient villa on a remote Mediterranean Island. That time I was at that party? Well he had some huge hunk of a Turk plowing him up on the back of the sofa with everyone watching. Hot. Great body for a guy his age.”

“Hm.” The other replied. “Yes, a great body for his age.”

Then they got up and left.

I was stunned. Arnold looked at me and said,” Any ideas?” and the wheels in my head were busily turning, and I was feeling roused. Yes, roughly was definitely the way I could do it to Harry.

I looked down at the lecture podium just in time to see Harry and the young stud leave by a side entrance. The young guy already had a possessive hand on Harry’s well-rounded butt.

* * *

Nabil wanted to leave right after I’d given the lecture. He was anxious to get me bedded and I was just as anxious for him to be doing a repeat of the plowing he had given me last night. But I held him there in conversation. I needed to be sure that my two young Turkish friends would do what I asked and that Arnold and Howard would conveniently overhear them.

I was desperate. Beirut had been like everywhere else I’d tried. The pickings of young men had been great, but there always had been their families. And before long, I was being threatened and harassed by very-well-placed families for debauching their young men. Beirut had proved to be even more threatening than most. Not only had I received death threats for having introduced Nabil and others among the cream of Lebanese manhood to my sexual preferences, but I had been hauled into what passed as an Islamic court, charged with attacking the virtue of Lebanon’s youths with threats of nasty punishment to come, and now had also had my passport pulled. It was time to move on, but I was trapped—the morals police were closing in but I couldn’t leave the country.

Then I learned of Arnold, the importer, and met Howard, whose family owned the airline. Howard was quite attractive and he seemed to have a good sense of humor and to be intelligent. And he was dark and handsome and well-muscled, all attributes I melted to. I easily could have happily seduced him. And in my own way and to my own purposes, I was working on that. I saw the possibility that he and Arnold could be my salvation, but I don’t know if they would have helped me without what I was trying to maneuver them into. They had to live with these powerful families in Lebanon. Helping me would be a tremendous risk for them. What I’ve done is possibly the only way I could make this work for me.

I would love to go with Howard; I know he wants me. But I must make him want me so badly that he will accept the risks—that he will think he is the one setting everything in motion.

I broke through my internal analysis of my precarious position to find that Nabil had guided me up a side corridor and into a small storage room filled haphazardly with wooden boxes.

“I haven’t much time, Nabil,” I said. “If we are going to fuck, we need to go straight to your flat.”

“That isn’t safe anymore,” Nabil said. He was already breathing heavily and had me pushed up against a wooden crate and was fiddling with my belt buckle and pulling my trousers down. “They will be watching both my flat and your house, I’m sure. Besides I can’t wait. I must have you now.”

And he did have me right there and then. Once we were both shed of our trousers and he was pushing his pelvis into mine and showing me how desperately he needed to be inside me, I just sighed with surrender to my own aching need and opened my legs to him. He sat me up on the rough wood of a crate top and forced his dick deep inside my passage and plowed me to cries of desire and fulfilment. I responded wildly, not knowing if this would be my last taking by Nabil—or by any man if I couldn’t figure out a way to escape the prison walls that were closing in on me.

Nabil was fucking me roughly. He wasn’t giving me time to adjust. And I hated this dark, smelly room and these hard, rough crates. I was all silk sheets and soft beds and pleasant music and sweet smells. Nabil was rooting like a pig, taking me hard and with ugly guttural sounds. But I hadn’t given Nabil favor just because he was a beautiful young man with a monster cock. I had selected him because he was Arnold’s wife’s nephew.

* * *

Harry answered his door in bare feet, wearing flimsy running shorts that showed he had great legs, lightly covered with fine gold threads of hair. On top he had on a university T-shirt framing a flat belly and good arms.

I’d called ahead, telling him I had a small carved head broken from a statue, which I had recently inherited. It was supposed to be ancient Roman, and I had said I wanted someone to have a look at. I wanted to know if it was genuine, and I’d told him that he was the expert the museum had recommended. Now I was there, he smiled, and said, “Good to met you, Howard,” as if he meant it and then asked me to come in, and I followed him along the rug-covered hallway. As he walked, I watched his hard nice round butt cheeks flexing and moving hypnotically under the flimsy fabric of the shorts.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, I thought, let me at them, and my dick lurched. But I tried to ignore it.

After we had walked a short way down the passage, I suddenly knocked Harry forward, and he went down. He hit the floor hard, winded and shocked, and I planted my foot heavily in the center of his back, stopping him from rising however hard he struggled. Then I reached over him with my other hand and flipped the Oriental rug we had been walking over, across him. Before he could think of what to do, I was rolling him over and wrapping him up inside the rug, his arms pinned to his sides and his legs trapped.

He yelped helplessly, the noise muffled almost completely by the rug as I manhandled him, lifting him up and then throwing him over my shoulder. The rolled carpet bounced and rocked uncomfortably and I could feel him moving and twisting about inside it. And there were some more strange noises coming from inside too. Coughing sounds. I went out of the front door and closed it behind me, then took a few steps and with a heavy thump dumped the rug containing Harry onto the hard metal tray of the van I had driven up to his house in. I took the rope I had brought and tied it around the rolled rug to stop it unrolling. Good, I thought, as I tied it off. Nice and secure.

We had a long journey ahead. Arnold and a small band of Turks, including the two students who had sat behind us the other day and talked about Harry and who I had enlisted in this little adventure with the promise of a great deal of money, were waiting for me in the van outside Harry’s house.

* * *

And so it begins, I thought resolutely, as I tried my best to breathe within my dusty carpet cocoon. It had been a wild plan, with almost no chance of working. But it had started as planned. A miracle. But I could use a less dusty-clogged miracle. I couldn’t breathe, and the dust in the rug was invading my throat, causing me to sneeze and wheeze. But I couldn’t cough. I couldn’t let Howard and whoever was helping him—Arnold, I hoped, as he was the one with the connections to that island I’ve heard of that would be a perfect place for me—I couldn’t let my captors—no, my liberators—be stopped by the authorities.

I only hoped that they have taken the bait and the suggestions I’ve thrown their way and the sketchy planning I could do in the little time that had been available to me. If I were to be freed by the frenzied Howard only to find that I was still in Lebanon, I didn’t know what I’d do. This time I had every reason to fear for my life. I saw the look on the faces of those four judges at my arraignment. I was just lucky they hadn’t thrown me deep into their prison there and then.

* * *

I thanked the captain for the unscheduled flight and, together, Arnold and I pulled the rolled-up rug containing Harry out of the cabin of the executive jet and slid it into the back of a small farm truck. Our Turkish helpers had gone ahead to open up Arnold’s villa on this small island off the coast of Turkey that he used for his less savory import operations.

“Will Harry be OK?” I asked Arnold, indicating the small battered truck, “This thing doesn’t look like it has any suspension.”

Arnold just laughed at me. “Hey, you have kidnapped an American academic, rolled him in a rug, and flown him here. Now you are worried if he gets bruised? If this idea of yours is as mad as it sounds, you have a lot more to worry about than that when your Harry gets out of that rug,” he responded, and went off to his motorbike laughing.

I climbed into the truck’s battered cab and the weather-beaten old man behind the wheel held his hand out. I put the two fifty pound notes I had promised Arnold I’d give his estate caretaker in it. “You are a thief,” I told the old man. He smiled a toothless grin, understanding the language of the pound notes but nothing that I said in English. I don’t know why, but the old man’s noncomprehension sent a chill up my back. Lust for Harry had made me run headlong into this wild scheme. All I could see was the chance to take him out of his element and fuck him. It hit me now, though that I also was out of my element here. I wasn’t much freer than Harry was.

“Drive,” I said, waving him on, “And try to keep the ride smooth,” I added. “We have delicate cargo.”

The old man just laughed, put the truck into gear, and bounced down the road away from the airstrip.

The first part of the journey was fairly smooth, but then we reached the village. Once we had entered its narrow winding streets the road improved briefly, but then the final section was little more than an old unevenly cobbled alleyway, and the whole truck shook and bounced constantly. I was panicking, but the old man ignored my shouts telling him to stop, and all I could do was to hope that Harry was well enough padded by the expensively thick oriental rug he was inside not to be seriously hurt.

We finally arrived at the walled entrance courtyard to the old Villa, and Arnold was standing there, smiling at us and holding the heavy wooden double doors open. I slid out of the cab, my legs shaking, and hurried to the back of the truck.

With the help of a couple of the Turks, I lifted the rug with Harry in it from the back of the truck and carried him inside through the heavy wooden doors that Arnold was holding open. They closed with a thud, and I imagined Harry feeling slightly frightened inside the carpet. But then I lay him down again.

The young Turks had made themselves some food while they waited for us and were now laughing and drinking coffee and Ouzo. The courtyard was full of masculine laughter, and deep pleasant voices talking. For the first time the looks they sent my way seemed a bit ominous and threatening, but I tried to suppress any feelings of uncertainty that were trying to rise within me. I had done all of this to have Harry here and helpless and mine. I had to focus on the prize.

I undid the cords holding the carpet rolled up around Harry and rolled him over, and over, unwinding the rug.

* * *

When the carpet was unrolled and I was freed after that long, painful journey, I lay there stiff and blinking for a minute; then I saw Howard standing over me, and I also saw several dark-haired, olive-skinned, and muscular Turks sitting about and smiling down at me. Looking further, beyond the circle of men, I saw that I was in the courtyard of an old house and that the oriental rug I was lying on had been rolled out on a small paved area at its center.

I started to laugh and cough at the same time. Laughing because this was exactly what I had asked Nabil and the Turkish students to implant in Howard and Arnold’s ears—the description of a wild escape plan that I hoped would inflame Howard and make him set into motion my undocumented escape from Lebanon using his airline and Arnold’s Turkish connections. And it had worked. And all I’d have to do now was to let Howard fuck me, which was something I’d wanted to happen anyway. And then, with luck, Arnold would let me hide out on this island of his until I could figure out where else in the world I could go to feed my habit of seducing young men from prominent families and getting away with it.

* * *

Harry was laughing and coughing. The coughing obviously was the result of being wrapped in the rug; the laughter must be a touch of hysteria at being completely at a loss about what was happening to him and why. But I hadn’t done all of this just to give him an adventure. I ached for him. And I was going to take him now, whether or not he was willing. And he was confused and in a weakened state now, so I had best get to it. Then pay off the Turks and ask Arnold to leave Harry and me here until I could bend Harry to my will—until he only wanted me.

I bent down and kissed Harry as I stripped off his clothes and tossed them to one of the Turks who neatly folded them and set them on the ground beside his chair. I stripped off my own clothes and did the same with them. I wanted to have Harry for myself, without these grinning Turks looking on—but I had waited too long. I had to have him now for the first time, while he was still somewhat dazed. The tenderness and seduction could come later, after I’d paid off the Turks and they and Arnold had left.

I knelt down and wrapped one hand behind Harry’s head and lifted it to me, kissing him as my other hand moved down his body. My strong fingers were stroking over him, running over his flat hard belly and down, caressing and circling and squeezing his penis and balls, his tool already stiffening as he moaned in anticipation. Harry pushed out his chest, lifting himself up with his arms, as my lips moved down to his nipples. And he was whimpering too—as below, one of my fingers slipped into his entrance and he began to fuck himself on it gently. His hips worked instinctively and little cries came from his mouth as I teased and tugged his nipples with my teeth, before returning my mouth to his, losing myself in the taste and surrender of him.

I heard no signal; I did not see the shift in the circle of men around me. I was lost in foreplay with Harry, who wasn’t resisting me, to my great delight and wonderment. Thus, I was completely defenseless when Arnold and a couple of the Turks approached me with the ropes I’d untied from the carpet encasing Harry and bound my hands, wrapping the rope around the base of an olive tree in the center of the courtyard so that I was leashed there like a dog.

Twink Loves To Jerk

webmaster — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 17:16:56 +0000

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Jim had given me feed back on a previous story and we struck up an email correspondence. We found we had much in common: oral sex and golf. I had to make a business trip to Atlanta so we decided we would at least get together and play a round, and maybe get some golfing in too. The flight was pretty lousy and the meeting was worse, but now I had a day all to myself to relax.

Jim picked me up mid-morning at my hotel and we were off to the club. We hadn’t exchanged pics, but he was nicely handsome in that maturing man mode. Hair lightly peppered with gray, like mine. His features well defined and with a few lines of distinction. It was hard for me to keep my eyes off him as we drove. Thankfully I didn’t have to concentrate on driving!

We arrived with plenty of time to hit some balls before our tee-time. Good for me, as I hadn’t played in months. It also gave us time to discuss our wager.

“Medal play, 9 holes per round. That way there is a chance for both of us to win,” was Jim’s suggestion.

“Sounds good,” was my response as I shanked yet another drive off the practice range.

There were some other folks around us so we were careful not to discuss the exact nature of the stakes – a blowjob.

As we made our way to the first tee, I took a longer moment to admire my golfing/sex partner for the afternoon. He was tall and trim. Well groomed. Handsome without being either a jock or limp-wristed. You would never think of him as loving the taste of a good hard cock; then again I had heard the same said of me before too!

I watched as Jim teed up, admiring his tight round ass. (Too bad he doesn’t like it that way, I thought to myself.) His form was lovely to watch as he smoothly followed through and his ball went sailing straight down the fairway. After which it was my turn to tee off. Just like the practice range, I shanked one off to the right. I turned to see Jim adjusting his cock in his pants. This might be a long afternoon at golf, but I knew we would both enjoy the outcome.

By the fifth hole I was down three. I had to half the hole or I would lose the first round. Things looked bad until Jim bladed a wedge out of the trap and I got blind damn shithouse lucky to sink a 12-footer. Payback was the next hole, a par three over the water. I made a sacrifice to the water gods with my tee shot and conceded the hole and the round.

Between the sixth and seventh holes was a bathroom. We were well ahead of the group behind us and out of sight of the clubhouse. I glanced at Jim and arched my eyebrows. Was he ready to collect on the round? Without a word, he followed me into the men’s room and locked the door behind us. I fell to my knees as he unbuckled his pants and then he pulled his hardening cock out. It looked beautiful, hard and thick, filling his hand and he rubbed it against my lips. I licked the head, soft and slightly musky from our game. Jim grunted softly as my mouth closed over the head and I began to gently suck.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned as my mouth slowly engulfed him all the way.

I stroked his spit-slick cock in my hand as I licked up and down his shaft. I took him slowly all the way down, then gently nibbled and suckled the head of his cock. His pre-cum was flowing into my mouth and I used my tongue on the underside of his cock to milk more out. I began to suck harder but still at a slow pace.

“Please,” he whispered. His voice trembling with need.

I stopped my movements and put his hands on the back of my head. He took the hint and began to fuck my face. His cock was now thick and throbbing. His head reached just into my throat and I had to be careful that he didn’t gag me. He held my head firmly in his palms and stroked his cock deeply into my mouth. Grunting and moaning his pace speeded up until his hips began to twitch and jerk in impending orgasm. I placed my hands on his tight ass and buried my nose in his pubes just as the first spurts hit my mouth.

The noises he made trying to be quiet as he unloaded in my mouth were almost funny. I just held him deep and sucked hard, drinking down his hot, sweet cum. I slowly back off his cock, feeling him twitch as I tongued the head. “Mmmmmmm, you taste good,” were my only words.

We finished the front nine and got a couple of beers in the clubhouse before heading to the back. I don’t know if I was playing a little better or if his knees were weak from his blowjob, but I managed to keep up with him through the first six holes on the back nine. We made a beer bet on the 16th which I promptly lost by sacrificing my second shot to the woods god. However, after buying us both a round, I managed to halve the 17th. He was one up with one to play. Did I want to concede?

I was feeling pretty cocky at this point and I outdrove him for the first time on the 18th. The cart path took us through the woods and out of sight for a few moments which we used to begin feeling each other up. I had already seen his cock, but he hadn’t even touched mine yet. He grinned lasciviously at me as he felt my cock throb in his hand. We had to stop the groping when we left the trees. He hit his second shot into the bunker on the right side of the hole and I hit a beauty of a two iron, my best shot all day, twelve feet from the pin. Who wanted to concede now?

Would you believe it, he chipped in from the sand! I had to sink this putt or I would lose this round and have to suck his cock again. Tough choice! My ball dribbled to a stop about six inches from the hole. I lost.

“Never up, never in” he smirked.

“Fucker!” I muttered.

He patted my ass as I bent over to retrieve my ball. ” I thought you didn’t want me that way?” I said, giving him a thoughtful glance.

“Oh, I don’t” he replied. “I’m just admiring my winnings.”

“Alright, alright,” I sighed, falsely righteous. “Your place or mine?”

“Mine will do” he said as we packed up our clubs and headed for the car.

The ride home was spent playing chicken with each others cock as we made our way around 285. We pulled into a lovely subdivision and finally into the garage of a modest, but handsome house. No postage stamp lots here nor cookie cutter condos. A quick Cook’s tour of the house, a scotch and water (hold the water, in mine, thanks!) and Jim ushered me into a guest bathroom.

“There are clean towels in the closet. When you’re done, join me out back in the jacuzzi.”

The hot shower felt good on my aching muscles and I took the opportunity to get a few strokes in on my cock as I fantasized about sucking another load out of my host. The steam and the scotch worked their magic and I oozed out of the bathroom and out onto the patio wrapped only in a towel. Jim was already in the jacuzzi and I admired his upper body above the water. Nice shoulders, hairy chest, strong arms glistening with water.

Jim laughed when he saw me and gestured behind him, “Privacy fence.” I dropped the towel.

I felt his eyes drink me in, aware of his appreciation of my body. He looked me over, but his eyes always returned to my cock, bouncing in front of me as I made my way to the jacuzzi.

We relaxed for several minutes quietly letting the jets work. I was feeling flushed from the heat, the scotch and wanting to taste his cock again. I moved next to him and we began to stroke each other. We enjoyed this mutual masturbation for a while until I coaxed Jim to sit on the edge. I knelt on the bench and sucked his nipples while I played with his cock and balls. When I had him moaning and straining, I lowered my head and began to lick his cock. Up and down the shaft, teasing the head, nibbling gently on his balls. Finally, I took him in my mouth and slowly slurped up and down his length. My fingers rubbed and teased his balls while I sucked his cock deep and hard. I would take him deep in my throat and rub the ridge just under his balls making him moan out loud and his cock twitch in my mouth. I would work my my back to just the head and nibble and lick and suck until I felt his hips come up trying to fuck my mouth. I would take him deep again, hearing him moan and letting him press my face into his crotch with his hand.

I began to suck faster listening to his muttered “oh fuck… yess… godddd… yess suck me…. oh fuck that’s goood mmmmm god…. gonna …. gonna….”

And then he did, cum. I held the head of his cock in my mouth as he grunted deep and four or five spurts of warm, sweet cum gushed onto my tongue. I swallowed and sucked and took him deep and let him fuck my face again. Soon he collasped down next to me in the jacuzzi, spent.

We nursed the rest of our drinks and cuddled a little until he reached over and found my cock was still hard. “Come on,” he said, leading me by the cock into the house.

I barely had time to towel dry before he pushed me down on the guest bed and went to town on my cock. He sucked and licked me like a starving man. Nibbling up and down my shaft, tonguing my balls and then engulfing me in his mouth. I watched his head bobbing up and down my length, felt his tongue wriggling on the underside of my cock and my cum boiling in my balls. All too soon it seemed I was ready to blow. I began to rhythmically grunt as I felt it flow through me and then I exploded in his mouth. I think I shocked him with how much cum I had stored up because he stopped sucking and just held my cock in his mouth for a few moments until he could catch up. My hips began to jerk up and he was soon sucking me again, swallowing it all down and easing me back to earth.

We lay there for a little while catching our breath and too soon it was time to get back to our regular lives. He dropped me off at my hotel and we made plans for my next golfing visit to Atlanta. He says he has two friends who could join us and maybe even for golf!

Horny Twink Strokes

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After weeks of being dominated by my Master, we were about to meet face to face for the firs time. I had a very clear image in my head on how this day would turn out, we had played out this scene many times since meeting online 5 weeks ago and now I am here, standing at Masters front door, building up the courage to knock the 3 times as I was instructed in the email that I received upon my arrival home from work last night. I would always try and get out of the office as close to 5pm as I could, rushing home to log on and chat to Master, Last night when he wasn’t waiting for me to log on I had a vacant feeling about me, as I went about my checking email and saw one from Sir, I knew right away that our relationship was somehow about to change. Master had always greeted me as soon as I logged online today was the first time he wasn’t online, thinking this strange suspected that something was about to change. I opened the email and started to read:

boi,

You are probably wondering why I’m not online as you read this, but rest assured I am just that this email could possibly my last contact with you, although this is completely in your hands. I have enjoyed our sessions and training you to be the sub slut that has been hiding inside you, but now we will see just how honest you have been with yourself and more importantly your Master. Boi do you relise that living so close to you and not having had any real life contact with you has made my cock leak endless amounts of cum with just the thoughts I have, of you between my legs worshipping my cock. Boi for me it has been a eventful five weeks since I found your personal ad, and now you are required to decide if you want to make your fantasies become reality. If you don’t think you are ready to take the next step into your submission, then I wish you happiness in the future and wish you luck in your quest to find the right Dominate for you, as this will be my last correspondence with you. However now knowing you as I do, even if only through cyberspace, know that you are ready to submit to me fully, offering your mind and body to your Master for complete Training. If your decision is to become my submissive, you WILL follow the instructions below precisely.

You are required to be at my front door at 10am tomorrow morning not a minute earlier or later. I would imagine your cock is rock hard as you read this, leaking excessive amounts of precum from your lack of ejaculations lately. When was the last time I allowed you to cum boi?….Monday night from memory. Between now and when you arrive at my house you are forbidden to be online at any stage, as I have a few tasks for you to complete in preparation of our meeting. 1 You are to shower, whilst cleaning yourself not touching your cock other than with the soap you are to shave all of you body hair from neck down, I will be inspecting you to see how well you have kept yourself and I will be able to tell if you haven’t been shaving as regularly as previously instructed. 2 Douche your boi hole and when you think your clean enough, slide two fingers up your hole, work them around your hole for a bit, take them out and lick them clean, so I advise you to make sure you clean your hole good. 3 Once you are clean, dry and very sexually frustrated go to your bedroom and select your favorite butt plug, lick it suck it get it as wet as you can before forcing it into your hole where it will be me that removes it tomorrow sometime. 4 Spending the rest of the night keeping yourself occupied by any means other than touching yourself or using your computer, I suggest watching a good porn on dvd, you are to be in bed at 10 pm and wake no later than 8.30am. 5 Wearing only a light shirt jeans and trainers you are to taxi to my address and wait on the street until the appointed time at my front door. You are to knock loudly 3 times then try and open the door, if you are to early or late the door will be locked and I will think that your decision to end our relationship. 6 Upon entering you are to strip completely, fold your clothes neatly leaving them on the chair in the hallway, kneel in the inspection position until such time as I chose to fetch you.

Hopefully I will see you tomorrow as I’m looking forward to Training you as my boi and to make your fantasies become reality.

Sir

As I raised my hand to the door, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK, I knew that I was doing the right thing although scared shitless reached for the knob and opened the door. Everything happened so fast as I was kneeling in this strange hallway, thoughts running so fast through my that I couldn’t even remember stripping. I don’t know how long I made to wait before seeing Sirs feet in front of me, but my knees were getting sore and welcomed the simple command ” STAND” For the first time I noticed what a hunk of a man my Master was, standing at least 2 inches above me and a little broader in the shoulders than I. “I’m glad you decided to come today boi” he said ” You realise that by being here today that you are giving me control of your life outside of your work, to use you as my sex toy and be available for me to use as I see fit. I’m going to give you one last chance to leave if you don’t think you can submit. However if this is what you defiantly want you are to come to the lounge get down on all fours in front of me spreading your ass showing me the plug that is filling you, that I bet you’d forgotten about, you have 2 minutes to make your decision”.

Upon entering the lounge I could sense your happiness as I moved into the position that you had previously described signaling that was ready to submit to my first Master. As I knelt down before you humiliating myself in your presence for the first time the feelings I was having were indescribable, as I lay there ass high, head on the ground as I reached back to spread my ass checks as instructed show you the butt plug you had me insert the previous night.

Being so openly on display I soon relised the power you had over me both physically and mentally as I felt you spank the butt plug immediately jolting my mind back to the situation I now found myself in, the shock told me that now I am nothing more than a toy for Sir. We had had many cyber sessions playing the scene of our first encounter and Sir was playing for all he could. This being my first gay experience Sir wanted to make sure that I would never forget all my firsts. “boi turn around and face me in the inspection position” he said. I had been in this position many times online, now here I am kneeling, knees spread as far as possible arms behind my back and head slightly bowed, looking at for the first time Sirs cock in real life hanging deliciously framed by his leather chaps within inches of my face.

“Do you like what you see boi?” Im asked.

“Yes Sir”

“I bet you cant wait to taste my seed slut boi” knowing that the only cum I have tasted previously is my own.

“No I cant wait Sir”

“You know you have to earn the right to have this cock between your lips slut” you continue to tease me.

“I want you to pull out your plug while kneeling once you have it out you know the rule about anything that has been in your ass you clean with your tongue before setting it down anywhere boi”

“Yes Sir I remember”

“Good boi” you say as you watch me bring the plug to my mouth for cleaning, fortunately it pretty clean as I haven’t eaten since douching last night.

“Boi you’d better get used to the taste of ass” you say as you turn around giving me a perfect view of your ass “Put the butt plug down and get to work on my man hole boi” you demand.

“Yes Sir” I reply eagerly spreading your checks as I start to attack your hole with my tongue.

“Deeper boi, get that tongue in deeper, taste my stink” Sir says as he grinds his ass on my face. “How does it feel finally being where you belong boi? I want to feel that tongue slut, deeper, deeper”

After a good 5 mins of ass worship Sir stands up and turns to face me once more. He looks down and sees my hard-on, that hadn’t been soft since reading my instructions the previous night, and gently slaps it from side to side.

“Your cock looks like it wants some attention, pity it wont be cumming any time soon, maybe I just milk you so you are continually dripping precum you dirty slut.” “Would you like that boi” Sir said in a manner that was more a statement of what would happen rather than that of a question.

While playing with my cock Sir worked my cock and balls into a leather cock ring, doing so with a wicked grin on his face, that scared me as I realised just how vulnerable I am to him. I kept on reminding myself that this is what I had wanted for so long, to let someone else have complete control of my body, dominate my mind and my body. I was quickly becoming aware of the power Sir already had over my mind. When he would order me to do something and the speed of which I would comply.

“Lick my fingers slave” as Sir brought his hands to my mouth “You like the taste of cum do you boi?”

I replied with a simple nod of the head.

“Start licking my balls boi, Yeah that’s it suck them into your mouth” you encouraged me. “What is it like mouthing a real mans cock boi?” “Lick my shaft, get your tongue working good slut”

All I keep thinking of is how I must look kneeling in front of this hunk of a man licking and sucking my first cock worshipping it as if under some kind of spell.

Sir told me not to let his cock out of my mouth while he moved to sit down. He told me how good it was to look down between his legs, seeing and feeling me sucking his cock, to finally have me as his real life boi. I commented on my cock sucking saying that all the practice with the dildos seams to have paid off. He told me that he wanted to feel the end of my throat and that I was not to gag or else there would be punishment. I tried as well as I could but just couldn’t seem to deep throat his monster penis. I soon felt his hand on my head forcing me deeper onto his tool which led to me gagging and nearly choking. I sensed this was his plan so he could give me my first punishment. I continued to mouth his cock until he was ready cum and saying that as this was his first load for me, he was gonna shoot over my face to mark me as his cum slut. Just hearing the tone of how he spoke to me let me know that I wanted to serve this man in everyway.

Pumping my face faster and faster Sir finally pulled out and started jerking his cock towards my face “Are you ready boi? Ready to accept your place as my cum slut, my boi hole” he panted at me

“Yes Sir please feed me your cum, spray my face with your seed Sir”

As quick as I could get the words from my mouth I felt the first bit sperm land across my lip and nose, amazed at how hot it was. Sirs covered my face with his seed squirt after squirt, wondering when it would end. My instincts made me raise my hand to start cleaning my face but Sir was quicker and slapped my hand away telling me that I was not to touch it and what I couldn’t reach with my tongue was to leave it to dry.

Sir had me kneel between his legs and keep my eyes on his cock. This only served to start my mind racing thinking of how good cock felt and tasted sliding in and out of my mouth. After a silence of at least 30 minutes me enduring this mental cock worship, Master asked ” What are you boi”

“I am your boi Sir, a cum slut for you to use, a boi hole for your pleasure” I responded.

“Boi if you think you are up for it I would like you to stay all weekend and I will drop you home Monday morning in time for you to get to work” Master asked.

I was quick to accept his offer knowing that this would be the first of many weekends I would be spending serving my new Master.

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Part 11

This continues the account of the five days and nights that studly 18 year old Mikey spends together with Mike, the 24-year old uncle he idolizes, and Mike’s fascinating and beautiful 22-year old fiancée Alice. The beginning of their story is told in “Cross-Country with My Uncle,” and continued by “Alice, My Uncle, and Me,” day 1 and day 2, and Day 3, parts 1 and 2, and “My Uncle’s Bachelor Party,” parts 1 and 2, wherein Jeff, Mike’s old college roommate and lover, is introduced. This continues Day 4.

Kneeling there between Jeff’s powerful and heavily-furred legs, now well-splayed, I had a nearly irresistible urge to grasp his big fat steely cock in my hands, and to force his smooth and shiny cockhead between my lips and as far into my mouth as I possibly could, so that I would be joined by an incredibly intimate bond with this wonderful, beautiful, talented man I had so recently come to admire, and who I knew liked and respected me too.

But it took only a second of reflection to conclude that it would be only self-indulgence to succumb to this immediate and strong temptation; and that what the situation called for was something far more subtle, yet more powerful, and ultimately much more satisfactory. Lying right before me, Jeff’s body would be my playground. So, resisting the urge to seize his phallus, instead I withdrew to the foot of the bed, and instead began a concentrated campaign on his right foot, ankle and calf. It seemed like an humble part of the anatomy, but in fact it was an entire world, a universe, all in itself. When I held the ball of his foot in my gentle hands, and kissed the great toe, with its little tuft of thick, dark hair, I felt almost as though I was mystically kissing his very heart, and Jeff’s response, a soft almost whispery “Oh, Mikey!” almost pierced my own heart.

Then I gave my attention, seriatim, to the second toe; and then in its turn the third. I was in no hurry, and small, but distinctly appreciative sounds issued from deep in Jeff’s throat.

Recollecting that we were in Alice’s wonderful bedroom, I decided to take a brief break and got off the bed and walked over to the nearby computer and clicked on the icon of the treble clef to access Mike and Alice’s music files. I wanted to get right back to Jeff, so I just clicked on any random file. It turned out to be “FuckMix15,” and almost at once we began to hear Kenny Loggins singing “Celebrate Me Home,” and the lyrics seemed to mean something to Jeff. Loggins’ rendition was joyous; but its effect on Jeff was more equivocal. He was back in California again, yes, and he and Mike had exchanged the most sincere tokens of abiding love; but still, I thought, he was a little uneasy, unsettled. I hastened to resume my exquisitely pleasurable lovemaking to Jeff’s wonderful right foot, with its well-formed muscularity, its prominent tendons, and most of all its remarkable sheathing of dark silken hair along the top of the foot, representing an uninterrupted extension of the dense hair that covered his ankle and calf.

By the time I had advanced up his calf, Rita Coolidge was crooning “We’re All Alone,” and Jeff’s evident anxiety had passed, never to return that afternoon. Instead, as Rita ended her introduction and began, “Close your eyes and dream…..,” Jeff sat up a little, and reached down and ruffled my hair ever so gently, and passed his fingers softly over my ears, and he even softly sang along with Rita. He had such a rich and sonorous timbre in his voice, even when he was singing quietly, hardly voicing his vowels at all. It fuckin’ thrilled me.

But I reached up and put my hand in the middle of his firm, manly chest, and gently shoved him back down, indicating to him thusly that he should relax, just relax, and leave the driving to me, for it gave me intense pleasure to kiss and lick his profoundly hairy calf, so well-formed.

When Rod Stewart began his incredibly bittersweet “Listen to My Heart,” I had already started my infinitely gratifying worship of Jeff’s left foot and, eventually, his ankle, and then lower calf. Again, Jeff murmured along with Stewart, touching my own heart anew.

As much pleasure as I had taken in systematically exploring with my fingers and lips every inch of Jeff’s feet and calves, it was as nothing compared to the joy I took in caressing and kissing his mighty thighs. Now it was Elvis at his very best with a soft rendition of “One Night with You,” as I knelt now between Jeff’s great and powerful legs, and as my fingers threaded through the dense but soft hair of his right thigh, and I pressed my kisses upon his firm skin, I knew I was translated to still yet another plateau of bonding with this wonderful, beautiful, infinitely loveable man. The more I worked my way up his thigh, and ever closer to his genitals, his power over me grew and grew, as I seemed to be drawn to his magisterial cock, throbbing above his hairy belly, now just inches from my face. And yet I was able, somehow, to free myself, a little, from the impossibly powerful pull of his cock and his big, wonderful balls, enough to return to his left knee, and lave and caress his left thigh. Just then the Duprees segued into “You Belong to Me,” as I spread both my hands on his thigh, stroking through the thick, dark hair, and, in the space between my hands, I systematically left a carpet of small kisses; and as the whole procedure moved inexorably northward, toward Jeff’s crotch, now radiating warmth and a wonderful intensely male odor, which acted on me like a powerful perfume. Now Jeff again had his powerful hands on my head, stroking my hair, and actually softly harmonizing with the Duprees as they went into their refrain, … “You be-longggg to meee-eee.” It was paradisiacal.

But there was something in me that wanted even more unrestricted access to Jeff’s body, to pleasure him, to gratify him. I briefly got up and rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table and found something that I had seen a previous day when Mike had opened it seeking some lube. I drew from it a pair of soft but strong terry wristlets, equipped with Velcro fasteners. I saw a few curly golden hairs on them, evidently from Mike’s own wrists from a previous use.

I told Jeff to close his eyes and relax, and he obeyed. I took first his left arm, and fastening the soft and padded fetter around his wrist, I lifted his arm to the headboard and fixed it to the side beam; and then, the same with his right arm, so that now Jeff was spread-eagled, though of course he was able to move his legs freely if he chose, and in fact, had he wished to do so, with his powerfully muscled arms he could have ripped loose the bonds that held his wrists.

But now, truly, Jeff’s fixed and secured body was my playground, a magnificent pleasure garden to enjoy. First I began with his beautiful left forearm, ropy with muscles, and very nearly as hairy as his legs, stroking it, kissing it, as I knelt by his left flank, as Neil Young spun out “Heart of Gold.” Then progressing up to his inner elbow, where the veins so prominent along the ventral side of his forearms were so particularly evident, I kissed and licked the highly innervated supersensitive region, and Jeff gave a little gasp, and opened his eyes and looked lovingly at me.

I progressed to his large, round bicep with my kisses, and then I pressed my face into his left armpit and licked the hugely aromatic dew from the dense, dark hair, and I luxuriated in nuzzling my face into his wonderful axilla. Jeff moaned with pleasure.

With my face still damp with his perfume, I covered Jeff’s head and face with kisses, starting with his left ear, my gentle osculation eliciting still more profound sighs from the object of my adoration.

I kissed his eyebrows, and then, ever so gently, his eyelids, first the left and then the right; and skippingly, I placed a few small kisses on his nose, and, then, straddling his upper body for the first time, so that my oaken cock was pressed against his hairy belly, I leaned down and kissed his densely stubbled left cheek, and then, finally, I pressed my mouth to his. The tip of my tongue found his, and we began a delicate lingual minuet, as the “To Know Him is to Love Him” began its absurd 2 minutes and 23 seconds of infantile pathos: and despite all, it touched me deeply: “Just to see him smile/ makes my life worthwhile.” By stages our refined tongue dance grew more active and vigorous, as we each sought avidly to penetrate the other’s mouth by turns.

This was something that we both were just loving, so I continued on and on and on, during all of “Oh, Darling,” before, with reluctance, I broke, and began a long series of kisses down Jeff’s strong neck, prickly with a thick two-day beard. And from his corded neck, I segued to his right shoulder, with its prominent traps, and then descended to his right armpit, where, very gently at first I used my lips tug and tease at the dense hair. But only for a short time before I began to worship his big, round bicep with scores of kisses. He smiled right into my eyes and muttered, “Yeah, Mikey!” I got off Jeff’s middle, and knelt at his side, in the process dragging my heavy balls across his firm torso, infinitely stimulating me: I could not suppress my gasp.

I continued with my blanket of kisses down to the inner fold of his elbow, and then along his meaty forearm. The outer surface was thickly coated with dark hair: The inner or dorsal side was much smoother, but ridged by a dozen large veins, arranged almost as distributaries of a river delta: Crouching now alongside his tethered arm (my toes slightly but definitely touching Jeff’s powerful torso) I smothered the outer side of his arm with one kiss after another, the dense hair tickling my nose, absolutely delighting me. And now, grasping his forearm in both my hands, I began licking the inner arm, my tongue lingering over the ridged veins, as the Bare Naked Ladies chirped “It’s All Been Done,” and then I proceeded to his inner wrist, where the throb of his pulse again recalled to me his precious heart. As I nuzzled his palm, he gently caressed my chin and jaw with his fingers: they were practically the only parts of his upper body that were free to move, but he made the most of it, communicating with his soft strokes on my face his undoubted warm fondness.

I turned a little, and as Billy Joel’s “Just the Way You Are” unspooled out, I just and sat back on my haunches, and just admired the wonderful man and his incredible body, and that, though in bonds, he looked up at me with a broad smile, and, beaming from his dark eyes purest affection.

Judging from his face, you’d say he was relaxed; but in fact his mighty chest was heaving slightly; and his imperious dick was definitely throbbing: each beat of his heart was mirrored in his absolutely rigid phallus, standing over his lower belly, a tangle of dark hair.

Leaning into him, I put my left hand gently on his chest, just below his large, defined pectoral; and my right hand on his shoulder, all my fingers splayed. And with wicked deliberation, I slowly, slowly eased down and gave his big, dark nip a quite wet kiss, causing him first to gasp, and then to moan as I softly sucked and licked. After a few moments of this, I arched my body over his, with my right knee near his left armpit, and my right knee close to his ribcage, and supporting my upper body with my right hand near his right armpit, and my left, gently, on his right flank, and, taking infinite care that the head of my almost bursting cock caressed his left nipple, still wet from my kisses, again and again; and, wickedly slowly I bent down to take his right nipple between my lips, tonguing it with infinite care, causing him to cry out in pleasure.

Next, I resumed my position kneeling at Mike’s left flank, and, leaning low over his abdomen, I slowly kissed and nuzzled my way down, across the firmly ridged and highly defined eight-pack to his fuzzy navel, and beyond, into the dense forest of his lower belly, such that his great masterful dick helplessly massaged my left ear, and slid through my soft blond hair.

Now at last I was ready to get serious about his phallus. Shifting position, I arranged myself between his big thighs, so I was comfortably sitting cross-legged between his legs, which were correspondingly forced still wider apart. And contemplated the absolutely rigid eight-inch organ, topped with its empurpled hood, shiny at its fullest, most urgent expansion, the shaft ridged with large veins popping out along both the ventral and dorsal surfaces, but also mapped with smaller veins curving and forking along every surface. It throbbed, slowly and steadily, and, slowly, deliberately, I folded my fingers around it, eliciting a huge intake of air from Jeffy, followed by a deep sigh, even though I was only grasping his cock, otherwise not moving my hand.

“Oh, Mikey, Mikey!” he whispered, as I slowly tightened and loosened my grip, again and again, each constriction a little tighter until I was squeezing his dick almost as hard as I could, but it was so steely that it completely resisted compression. I was amazed at its firmness. Leaving off this interesting exercise, I loosened my grip somewhat and began to stroke, very slowly, and Jeff goes “Ah, ahh, ahhh, AAAHHH.”

Even with a great determination to work as slowly and deliberately as possible I felt an nearly irresistible desire stroke a little faster, but I overmastered it, and continued slow, slow, slow, even as Jeff began to moan “God, faster, Mikey, go at least a little faster,” but I would not. Had he not been in bonds, I am sure he could not have born it.

But after long minutes of this, I relented, and gave Jeff a dozen strokes in quick succession, and Jeff goes “Yes, yes, yessss, yesssss!” but then I resumed my slow, slow stroking, even slower than before, ignoring Jeff’s “Aw, Mikey! Gimme a break!” But after two minutes of infinitely slow stroking, I gave Jeff another fast dozen, and a broad smile broke across Jeff’s manfully beautiful face. “Ah, yes!”

And then another long series of exquisitely slow strokes – and eventually relief in the form of another fast dozen, and then I slowed up again. Ya gotta be cruel to be kind. Now, for the first time, I bent still more forward and took his glans between my lips as I very slowly stroked, feeling the smoothness on my tongue, and smelling more strongly still his intensely masculine odor. I was slowly caressing his cockhead with my tongue, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

“Hold on, man,” I said as got off the bed, slipped on my little running shorts, and leaned down and kissed Jeff right on the nose. “I’ll be right back,” giving his cock one more squeeze, and leaving Jeff tied down, I answered the bell.

It was of course the wine delivery. The driver was remarkably good-looking: a slim guy of about 5′8″ with piercing green eyes and blond streaked medium-brown spiky hair, maybe 28 years old. His tank top revealed wiry muscles, and below his rather too-tight cutoffs I saw well-defined calves, well-covered with sun-bleached hair. He gave me an unmistakably appreciative once-over – I was wearing only my little shorts, of course – and I directed him into the kitchen, where he stacked the cases, but on the second trip he glanced down the hall and through the partially opened bedroom door, where much of Jeff’s naked upper body was visible, including the terry wristlets fastening his arms to the bed frame.

“Wow, dude, looks like I interrupted something fun,” he said, and instantly there was an even more defined bulge in his tight shorts. “Uh, what’s going on? Can I take a look?”

The very thought horrified me…..at first. Then, I don’t know, the notion sort of struck me funny and I said, “Yeah, man, I guess so,” and he followed me down the short hall and into the bedroom, where beautiful Jeff lay stretched out there, amazingly with his cock seemingly as hard as ever.

I said, “Jeff, this is, uh, Whaddya say your name was?”

“I’m Roddy,” he said. “Man, this is so cool!”

I said, “Roddy, you can look, but you can’t touch.”

Jeff was aghast at this development, or so it seemed. He looked at me and said “Mikey, What the fuck…..?!” But, his phallus did not wilt; in fact, his erection seemed, if anything, subtly to expand, and it bounced in air a little as it throbbed.

“Roddy,” I said, “you can stand right over there,” pointing to the carpet by the side of the bed, mere inches from Jeff’s flank, and again I slipped out of my shorts.

And again I wrapped my big hand around Jeff’s throbbing cock, and Jeff closed his eyes and smiled as I slowly, slowly pumped.

Roddy, however, was anything but relaxed. He pulled out a very impressive cock, utterly rigid, and pointed almost skyward from the placket of his cutoffs, and he wrapped his own right hand around it, and began to match my movements stroke by stroke. After a few moments, he paused and unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop and stepped out of them, hardly missing a stroke; and then, grabbing the hem of his tank top, quickly pulled it over his head and off, and within only a second or two he was totally naked except for his high top boots and sox, again stroking in unison with me, but now with his legs much more widely separately, his lean body now open and free for self-pleasuring. With his left hand he stroked his chest, working his fingers through the hair of his pecs, and slowly he moved it down his belly, and ran his fingers through his public hair, finally settling with his index finger and thumb on one side of his big dick, and the other three fingers on the other, pressing against his pubis as he almost violently pulled on his cock, his big balls swinging in the air with every stroke.

Jeff could hardly bear the slow and stately pace of my stroking: but unlike Roddy, he had no choice, and again I heard him almost sotto voce pleading, “Mikey, pick it up, pick it up, please, I’m begging you!” But I was deaf to his entreaties, and even stopped for a while, merely squeezing and loosening my grip rhythmically, causing something of a grimace temporarily to take shape on Jeff’s beautiful face. But I resumed my measured, loving stroking and a gratified smile reappeared.

Meanwhile, Roddy was approaching paroxysm. Now as he pulled on his cock, he cupped his balls with his left hand, and began to gasp, and then suddenly a long rope of semen appeared on Jeff’s hairy belly, while Roddy continued to stroke, and then another spurt of semen spread itself as fat droplets onto Jeff’s belly. Roddy was done, panting and heaving.

Something about Roddy’s orgasm spurred me to quicken my pace, and his deposit on his belly brought Jeff ever closer to the precipice, and knowing I had extended my tender torture long enough, with a half dozen very definite and deliberate strokes, I brought him to his delicious conclusion, and with a great sigh, he jetted up, way over my ministering hand, his cum settling on my his belly, partly across Roddy’s contribution, and partly on my own fingers and thumb, working steadily as I brought Jeffy to a second ejaculation – a notably smaller spurt – and then, a tertiary expulsion, this time just a bit of creaminess over my hand.

“I love you, man, I really do,” he said to me, still gasping a little, with his eyes still closed.