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How Many is Too Many

With my work I often travel to various Asian cities mostly to Tokyo Hong Kong Singapore Taipei Bangkok Manila etc. where I get to explore some local delicacies. Mostly I hook up with guys on the Internet they come to my room and they cum on my face and go.



I don t need (or want) guys to do anything in return for me. I love it when they sit back and enjoy my service. They can watch TV read a book or talk on the phone. The more they enjoy it the more I like it. That s what I get pleasure out of - giving pleasure and being used.



For years I often had more than one guy in one day but never more than one at the same time. That s mostly because Asian guys don t like to perform in the presence of another Asian guy. That s ok for me.



One time I hooked up with a Japanese guy in Singapore. I went to his hotel room and started sucking his cock within a minute or two of meeting him :) While he was enjoying the warmth of my mouth he said if I d consider serving his friend as well. I said why not tell me where he is and I ll go to him too after you re done with me . He said his friend was staying at the same hotel and he could join us. I d never tried two guys at once but I was delighted to be presented the opportunity. So I agreed. He called his friend talked to him in Japanese. Of course I never let his cock out of my sight or even out of my mouth while he was talking.



Few minutes later his friend knocked on the door and the first guy (Rob) told me to get up and open the door for him. I was still wearing underwear (he was naked) so that made sense. I got up opened the door and invited him in. The second guy (Touri) was wearing shorts and a t-shirt which quickly disappeared in a few seconds of entering the room.



I went back to Rob and back to work. Soon Touri was standing stark-naked next to me with his cock touching my cheek. It was soft and I love soft cocks! I love them because I love the feeling of a soft cock getting hard in my mouth! I took it in my mouth while Rob s was still in my hand and waited until it got hard which didn t take long at all. Then he sat next to Rob. I started taking turns on one cock in my mouth while working the other with my hand. They loved it. They were speaking casually in Japanese and laughing (Touri didn t speak much English just suck bitch and a few other relevant words :o) and I was enjoying myself with my favourite toy and not just one but two!



A little while later they told me to sit on the floor and rest my back on the couch and they stood in front of my face. Rob asked me if I liked bukkake. I said I didn t know what that was and he said they d teach me. Anyway I soon found out that bukkake is several guys covering one person with cum. Needless to say I loved it! My face was dripping with cum. I only wished there was more :)



Rob then told me to go to the bathroom and sit in the bathtub and that they would help me shower. He told me specifically not to wipe the cum off - not that I was in a hurry to get rid of it :) I was just licking some of it that was around my lips :)



So I went to the bathroom and sat in the bathtub. I was expecting a nice sexy shower with the two guys.



That happened of course but not quite the way I had imagined. Rob and Touri followed me shortly into the bathroom. They were still naked. Instead of stepping into the bathtub with me they stood just outside and pointed their now soft(er) cocks towards me. I thought cool more sucking so I offered my face with an open mouth. Within seconds my face started being showered with warm piss coming from both cocks at once! My first reaction was shock and disgust but seeing how they enjoyed it I got into it quickly. They dutifully washed all the cum off my face as promised while some yellow liquid also found its way in my mouth and even up my nostrils :)



So that was their idea of helping me shower . Not bad at all!!



After that day I developed another fantasy: Not just one top Asian guy but more. Two three maybe more! But unfortunately like I said that s very hard to come by since most Asian guys dislike the presence of other Asian guys in a sexual context. I just had to do with one guy at a time. Of course I kept asking them if they d be interested in a 3some but no one was - until I met Samuel in Taipei!



Samuel is a successful professional who lives in a nice apartment in Taipei. He s also a very dominant top which works perfectly for me. I met him on the Internet. Unlike other guys who visit me in my hotel room he asked me to go to his apartment which of course I didn t turn down :)



When I arrived we had a little chit-chat he offered me a drink and casually pulled his pants down and pushed my head onto his cock. I sucked it with pleasure. He said he was happy with my style so he asked me to take my clothes off. We both got naked and I kept sucking his cock in his living room while he was watching TV. When he was close to cumming I started stroking his cock but he pulled my head away and told me to slow down. He didn t want to cum. He ordered me to put my head on his lap and just lay there with his cock in my mouth.



I m very hairy. Chest back shoulders all covered in hair. Samuel told me he always wanted a dog but never had one because he didn t want the burden of a dog inside his apartment. So I had to become his dog. Always wondering around on all fours never talking and obeying his orders. If he was happy I could have a bone (!) if not I got slapped on the ass or the back of the head. We played that game the rest of that day (Saturday). I even sat next to him on the floor while he had his lunch. He fed me by putting some chicken meat directly in my mouth with his hand and some rice on his cock. Of course I had to lap up the rice myself - and with much hunger! Later in the afternoon while he was reading a magazine with me on his lap he blessed me by cumming directly in my mouth and letting me swallow the whole lot.



To continue my serving him he ordered me to help him shower (not like the other two guys so don t get any wrong ideas). We both went into the shower and I washed his body all over. When we came out I dried him and helped him put his clothes on. Buttoned his shirt up and put his belt on. I loved being his slave and I hope he liked my service. He told me he was going out with his friends that night so I had to leave. I put his shoes on his feet and tied his shoelaces. He asked me if I wanted to go with him to a sex party the following day - as if I d say no!! So we agreed to meet at his apartment Sunday morning.



Sunday morning I went back to Samuel s place. This time he was much more focused on fucking my mouth unlike Saturday when he was just relaxing. He immediately sat me on the couch and got up on it standing on his knees. He fucked my mouth fiercely and shot his cum down my throat in a few minutes. After thanking him for breakfast (!) I asked whether we were still going to the party and if so why didn t he wait till then. He was a little angry with me for questioning his actions like that so that only resulted in a slap on the face. He said we were going but a little later.



I spent the next hour or so first helping him shower and get dressed then sitting on the floor at his feet while he was reading the Sunday paper watching TV or talking on the phone. He was talking Mandarin so I didn t know what it was about.



A little later his phone rang he answered and said we could go. He told me the party was in the same building 3 floors up. I wanted to ask who else was going and how many people but I decided to keep quiet remembering his earlier outburst. I was of course very excited and eager to go and play no matter what :)



We took the elevator and went up and rang the bell. A Taiwanese man in his late 40 s opened the door and let us in. He and Samuel exchanged a few words but there was no other pleasantry. I was a little surprised that Samuel didn t introduce us. The man didn t even smile at me he was just sizing me up and down. We walked in.



The apartment was the same shape as Samuel s only symmetrically opposite since it was facing the other side of the same building. We walked into the living room where the neighbour (that s how I ll refer to him I still don t know his name) had a gigantic plasma TV. There was a baseball game on and 3 other guys watching it. They turned to look at me. Again there were no introductions or pleasantries exchanged. All the guys were Asian so I was happy. I was also wondering how many of these guys were tops. Including Samuel there were now a total of 5 guys so needless to say I could hardly contain my excitement.



Samuel went in and sat near the TV in a single lounge chair. So I couldn t sit next to him. I thought I d go and sit at his feet again but as was walking towards him the neighbour pulled my arm and asked me to sit on the 3-seater next to 2 of the other guys. I did. The third other guy was sitting on the second single-seater opposite Samuel.



The neighbour then disappeared for a minute and came back with a ridiculous red leather (rubber?) g-string. He gave it to me and said something in Mandarin. I asked if he wanted me to put it on. Samuel then said no one spoke English so I would have to use sign language. Then he said there won t be much need to talk anyway and laughed. He said They ve all been told you like to suck cock so just stick with the plan . I took the g-string and got up. All the other guys were fully clothed so it felt a little awkward to get naked alone but I had already decided to go along with it so I thought I d walk into the other room and put it on and come back. To my surprise the neighbour pulled my arm again and told me (in Mandarin) to do it there and then - I think. I looked at Samuel and he just said put it on here . So I promptly took all my clothes off and put the g-string on. I thought it looked a little stupid on my hairy body especially now that my cock was getting hard it wasn t really covering much!



The neighbour then pulled my hand and pulled me close to him. He slapped my ass a few times and said something in Mandarin and this time they all laughed. I figured it was a pleasant laugh more like a now that s better type of expression.



He then pulled my head down on his crotch. He was fullly clothed so I undid his zipper pulled his underwear down and pulled his cock out and started sucking it. His cock was quite small and he had way too much pubic hair which is a combination that I don t like much. Still I knew I had to do what I was told. I sucked it a bit more. He then got up pulled his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles. I got down on my knees and he started fucking my mouth deep - or as deep as his cock would go which was unfortunately not that far!



He then took it out gestured me to stroke which of course I did until he shot his cum on my face - in no more than 10 seconds! Then he pulled up his pants.



Just as I was thinking I was having a disappointing start with the small cock and quick cum (and he was already fully clothed again) I noticed in the corner of my eye 2 of the other guys getting their pants off. My disappointment quickly turned into sexual ecstasy. I d been dreaming for so long of having two guys at once now I was getting 5!!



I walked over and sat in front of the one who had his cock out first - first come first served :) and started sucking his cock. Of course I had the other guy s cock in my free hand. Then the 3rd guy came and sat next to the other two which allowed me to have one cock in my mouth and one in each hand. The guy in the middle was holding my ears as if they were handles and pushing my head up and down on his cock. I love that! I thought I was in heaven!!



I then started taking turns on the 3 guys with my mouth while keeping the other 2 occupied with my hands. And these cocks were much better than the neighbour s. Longer thicker and with less hair :)



At one point I was again on my knees with the 3 guys standing around me. That s when I noticed Samuel getting up from his seat. I was wondering when he d join in. Much to my dismay he didn t. Instead he walked over to the neighbour and they talked in Mandarind for a minute. Then the neighbour handed him something (cash?) and he just walked out of the living room shortly after which I heard the apartment door open and close. I figured the neighbour gave him some money for supplies maybe fried chicken or something which is popular in Taiwan and that Samuel would be back soon.



So I went back to work.



The neighbour was on the phone most of the time. He was making calls on his home phone while receiving calls on his mobile. He was talking the whole time. Was he going to come back to me? Although I don t like being fucked in the ass I thought if he wanted to join in I could make an exception for him especially considering his size :) I was so horny I d do anything!



A little later the doorbell rang. I was sure it was Samuel. I remember feeling happy for his return. I d only known him for a day but I d already started missing him in 15 minutes! That s what being a slave does. I get attached to a good master :)



The neighbour got up and came back in a minute with two other guys - no Samuel!



Two new strangers with me down on my knees sucking off three other strangers!! I had decided to go along with it no matter what but it was getting a little weird even for my taste. Still I thought as long as I m pleasing them I should be fine .



Again not much talking. The two new guys sat near the dinner table on chairs while I was working on the first three.



In a few more minutes one of the guys was very close to cumming so I stroked his cock and let him cum on my lips and face while one of the others jerked off himself and shot his cum on the side of my face. They sat down with limp cocks and the third one fucked my throat for a little while and shot his cum in my mouth. I didn t swallow. In fact I decided (the way things were going) not to swallow any cum because it was getting a little too risky with all these guys. Already I was up to 7 guys and it wasn t even midday!



I didn t spit the cum since I didn t want to spit on the floor and there were no tissues in sight or any means of explaining to the neighbour my need of tissues so I just let it drip out of my mouth onto my chest where it stuck to my chest hair. I thought I d need a good shower after all that exercise :)



The third guy also sat down tired but pleased. My earlier curiousity about how many of these guys were tops had been answered and in my favour :o) The neighbour and the other three were only interested in sticking their cocks in my mouth and by the looks on the two newcomers faces my luck was going to continue just fine :)



When the first three were obviously satisfied with their first round of throat stuffing the new two started moving. They came over and pulled their cocks out for me to suck still on my knees. Then one of the guys pulled his pants down all the way and sat back on the one-seater lounge chair. I followed him this time on all fours with my head well positioned to serve his cock. The other one came over took something out of his pocket which I later discovered was a condom and a little pack of lube. He pulled my head towards his cock and stuck it in my mouth. It got very hard in my mouth. It was long enough to reach down to my throat making me gag. It was quite thick too :) He then reached down to my ass and pulled the g-string out of the way while lubing my ass. I thought I d let him have a little play.



He then took his cock out of my mouth and pushed my head down onto the other guy s. In the corner of my eye I could see he was putting on a condom. Putting the two together I realised my ass was in danger of being violated. If it was a small cock I would have let him with the state I was in but I figured that thing would rip me apart. Without letting the cock out of my mouth I sort of looked up a little and at the neighbour who was still on the phone. I looked at him with questioning eyes and pointed to the guy who had now successfully positioned the head of his cock against my virgin hole and started pushing it in. Just as I reached the pain threshold and got on the verge of screaming the neighbour noticed what was happening and he started yelling at the man with the condom. They exchanged a few heated comments in Mandarin and my ass was saved. Instead of fucking my ass the guy had to be content with slapping it with the palm of one hand while jerking off with the other. I was still sucking the other guy s cock while my ass cheeks were red with all the slapping.



During all this the doorbell rang two or three more times and more people walked in. Since my head was constantly being pushed down on the guy s cock I couldn t lift my head to see who was there or how many. And I still didn t know if Samuel had returned. I sensed there were at least four new guys all watching me getting slapped in the ass and being throat-fucked.



A little later the cock in my mouth started spurting cum while the guy was pushing my head down on it with all his strength. Since I had decided not to swallow any more cum I nearly choked with it being rammed down my throat and all the cum filling up in there. I m sure some of it ended up in my stomach but most of it oozed out of my mouth back onto the guy s cock. He was completely wasted so he let my head go. The second guy must have really enjoyed that show because he started cumming on my ass and back jerking off his own cock. I could feel the hot sticky cum running down the side of my body with some of it sticking to the hair on my back to make enough of a mess as I discovered later in the day.



Having successfully completed my current mission I lifted my head to see the newcomers. There were five new guys!!! So my number was already up to 12!! A dozen guys in one day!!! What good deed had I done to deserve this!!



Samuel was still not back and I guess he d already been gone for well over an hour so I kind of gave up waiting for him. Not that his absense would be noticed that much with these cocks all around me!



Two of the newcomers walked over and one of them pulled me over to the coffee table. I sat on the little table while he was holding my shoulders and I was pulling his shorts down. I thought two of the first three guys had already left or maybe they were somewhere else in the room. With all these guys pulling and pushing me in all directions and sticking their cocks in my mouth it wasn t easy to have a good investigative look around the room. My most vivid memory of that day was countless belly buttons in front of my eyes!



The guy held the back of my head with one hand and my shoulder with the other and started fucking my mouth deep and hard. The second guy walked over as well. I reached for his cock and started stroking it. The first guy didn t take long to cum and I let it drip out again this time it went onto my chest and some of it on my legs. Then the next guy positioned his cock in front of me. It was a nice cock. Long but not too long. Thick but not too thick. A nice yummy cock. He also had very nice abs and legs. I looked up at his face and saw that he was really good-looking. I put my hands around his waist and started stroking his cock with my head. This guys was hot! I wanted his cum. I had to swallow his cum!



By this time the room was like a busy night-club. Only standing room with some guys sitting on the floor and most standing up. Most of the guys were watching the baseball game. I guess it was some sort of final or something. I have no interest in baseball but I could see that it was an important game. I was only part of the entertainment.

I tried my luck with the hot guy. I looked up and asked him if he spoke English. He didn t even take his eyes off the TV and look down at me. I called again and this time he looked down and said something like no English - I think. I wanted him to write his phone number and tried to explain to him with sign language to give me his phone number not with much luck. Sign language is not easy especially when you don t know it in the first place and then you have two guys putting their dicks in your hands and the one you re signing to fucking your mouth while intently watching TV! Not that it would help much if I had his number considering there was no common language between us apart from our obvious enjoyment of the act at hand (in mouth?) I thought I d try to get to him later in the day - he was hot. I wanted to be his slave!!



Shortly after my futile attempts at communication he pulled his cock out of my mouth and started jerking off obviously wanting to cum. I always prefer making guys cum myself. I see it as somewhat of a failure if a guy has to jerk himself off. Of all the guys that day I particularly wanted to serve this one so I let go of one of the other cocks and tried to grab his cock from his hand so I could stroke it for him. He didn t like that. He didn t like it at all. While still jerking off with his free hand he slapped my face so hard that I saw stars. Having made another mental note as to why I liked this guy even more I decided it was best to let him finish it himself but I was still intent on swallowing his cum or at least having a taste. Thankfully that wish was granted. When he started cumming he pointed his cock at my open mouth and shot his entire load in it. Then he put his cock in there too letting me drain all the cum out of it and swallow. I would have enjoyed waiting like that until he got hard again and started fucking my mouth but the other guys seeing as he d already cum wasted no time in pressuring me. I ve never been known to turn down a cock so I had to let the hot guy s limp cock out of my mouth and started working on the others.



After this I lost count. I lost count of how many shots of cum I received and I certainly had no idea how many guys were in that room that day. It s possible that there were around thirty guys in total who took turns with me or some of them left after giving me their load and new ones came. I must have had at least thirty loads of cum on my face and in my mouth with at least that many on other parts of my body.



I remember seeing very young guys around 18 - 19 and much older guys over 50 maybe 60. I remember small cocks big cocks cut and uncut cocks pretty and ugly cocks. I m proud to report that I never turned one down worked on them with utmost care and attention - as much as I could provide with so many guys slapping my ass riding on my back playing with my balls and doing all kinds of stuff that I can t even accurately recall.



An interesting thing during the whole event was the fact that the neighbour was almost always on the phone and the people didn t really seem to know each other. So it couldn t have been a sex party among friends and besides who would have this many horny gay friends? (But tell me if you do o) And to add to that from what little I could see the neighbour appeared to be counting cash in his hand every time he let a new person in.



The party went well into the evening till almost midnight. The guests dwindled down to 5 or 6 and after I gave them what they were after they too left leaving me with the neighbour . Once again he took his cock out got me on my knees fucked my mouth as if I wasn t there. I actually enjoy being treated like that so I was only happy to oblige. After he shot his cum on my face - again he went and got my clothes and handed them to me.



I took the g-string off and just as I was beginning to put my clothes back on I remembered my entire body was covered in cum especially my back and ass cheeks and the hair on my chest. There was even cum stuck on the hair on my shoulders and on top of my head! Most of it was dry but some was still sticky and very smelly. Of course there were spots of cum on the floor and on the couch.



I had to shower so I asked the guy if I could. Since he didn t understand English I tried to explain with hand signals but he pointed at my clothes and showed me the door. I m sure he understood but he just didn t care. He wanted me out.



I tried to wipe off some of the cum with my hands and put my baggy pants on and also put my shirt on without doing the buttons. I didn t put on my underwear because I didn t want it to completely stick to my ass - not knowing I was having a much worse result with the pants and I d have been better off sacrificing the underwear.



I figured I d go down to Samuel s place for a shower all the while hoping he d be in. Otherwise I was looking at sitting in a taxi reeking of a hundred shots of cum - well not a hundred maybe but not that far off either :)



I took the elevator down to the eighth floor and walked to Samuel s door. I could see light through the peep hole so I was in luck. Not wanting to wake up the neighbours on the same floor I quietly knocked on his door. No answer. I knocked again and again no answer. So I pressed the buzzer. No answer. And again and still nothing. I put my ear against the door and could hear people talking so I knew he was there so I buzzed again and again until he opened the door. He opened it only an inch obviously not wanting me in. I told him I had just finished all the guys and I was covered in cum and I had to have a shower. He thought for a moment and then let me in but led me directly to the bathroom. I figured he had guests in the living room and understood why he wouldn t want to introduce to them a white man covered in cum. I showered and wiped my shirt with toilet paper as much as I could and used some of Samuel s after-shave and deodorant to mask the smell. It didn t get any better but at least it now smelled just awful not noticeably like a hundred shots of cum - did I say that before? :o)



I walked out of the bathroom but Samuel wasn t there. I really wanted to ask him where the hell he d been all day so I started walking towards the living room. Through the doorway I could see a girl. A girl wearing a super mini skirt or maybe no skirt? I got curious. I knocked on the living room door and through the opening the girl could now see me and she said something to Samuel who got up and reluctantly opened the door and let me in - not all the way in. There was another girl there. So he was sitting in his living room with two female friends. No big deal. Yet there was something about the girls. They weren t quite his type. He s quite well off and well-dressed and stylish but both the girls were anything but classy and dressed tastelessly like like... prostitutes??!!



He said something to the girls (in Mandarin) and turned to me and led me out again. Instead of asking him where the hell he d been now having my attention averted to something more strange I asked him who these girls were. Quite casually he said they were prostitutes. Prostitutes??!!! and FEMALE prostitutes?? I guess I didn t really know Samuel that well in fact I didn t know him at all apart from our little Internet chat where he told me he was looking for a cum-slut and the Saturday spent at his apartment with very little talking and lots of sucking. So he was bi-sexual. I see absolutely nothing wrong with that and if anything I much prefer bi guys. So I was actually very happy to see this side of him albeit a little shocked. He then went into the kitchen took some money out of his wallet and handed it to me. I assumed he was giving me cabfare back to my hotel so I said it wasn t necessary I had enough cash for the cab. He said it wasn t just for the cab but this was my cut for the work that day. He gave me NT$5 000 (about AU$200 do the calculation in your own currency) which is really not a lot for a whole day s work. But since I wasn t expecting any money in the first place I took it anyway. I asked him if he hired the girls with his cut and he said yes. I asked him if there was any more left and he said not much.



So I was sold that day as a sex slave how about that? I didn t know what to say. I guess I could see what was happening and I m sure I would have worked it out once I had a quiet moment but all day with all the sucking and the gagging and the stroking I couldn t think straight and didn t realise I was a whore for the day!



I never found out how much money I generated that day. With his cut for introducing me to the pimp neighbour Samuel had enough to hire himself two prostitutes. These were not fat and ugly but very good-looking as far as prostitutes go just not classy. And he could afford to give me NT$5 000 with little left over.



So I guess I m not a bad little whore after all...

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My Life is You Ch. 01

Dillon turned and waved one last time before taking Brad’s hand and following him out to the car. The sound of music and laughter faded as Jeremy closed the front door behind them.



Giving a jaw-popping yawn Dillon smiled. I am pooped baby he said to Brad. It was a great party but I’m just not as young as I used to be.



Brad brought Dillon’s fingers to his mouth and kissed them. It’s a good thing that you’re staying at my place tonight then he commented as he unlocked the car doors. It’s only a twenty minute drive compared to the hour it would take you to get home.



After helping Dillon into the car and pecking him on the lips Brad jogged around the front of the car and slid behind the wheel. Tuning the radio to a station playing soft soothing music he rubbed his fingers against Dillon’s jaw. I’ll have you home soon baby and then you can get a good night’s sleep.



Dillon smiled and reclined his seat back so that the seatbelt barely touched his body. His eyes drifted closed and he was lightly sleeping before Brad had even pulled out of Jeremy’s driveway.



Dillon felt as though his head was going to explode. He didn’t remember having all that much to drink at Jeremy’s house warming party but his head had never ached this much. In fact his whole body ached. He seemed to be one big red-hot nerve pulsing and throbbing in pain.



He sucked in a breath trying to control the need to cry out against the pain. Suddenly he heard someone moving around. Soft-soled shoes squeaked as they passed over an unseen floor and then Dillon felt a presence leaning over him. He struggled to open his eyes but for some reason seemed to be unable to do so.



Well well well a tender voice said Welcome back to the world of the living Dillon Marshall. A hand stroked his hair back then moved down his arm. I imagine you’re in quite a bit of pain. I’ll get a doctor in here and we’ll see what we can do about that. It’s a good thing you waited until I was making my rounds to wake up.



Once again Dillon heard the squeak of unseen shoes. He wanted to protest to beg the person not to leave him. But for some reason his mouth was too dry to form words.



Nothing made sense. What had she meant about a doctor? Was he in a hospital? He’d never been hospitalized for a hangover before. Why on earth would they do so now?



This time he heard multiple pairs of feet entering the room. Someone moved to the foot of the bed and he heard a jangling noise and then some papers being flipped.



I’m glad to see you’ve decided to join us Mr. Marshall another female voice this one sounding older said. We were beginning to worry that you didn’t like us.



Once again Dillon struggled to speak. He wanted to ask so many questions. Who were they? How did they know him? Why was he in so much pain? Why couldn’t he open his eyes? But while his mouth opened and closed he was unable to force any sound out.



Tina I think our young friend here needs some ice chips the older voice said. He’s bound to be thirsty after so long a time without anything to drink.



I’ll get some right away Dr. Morgan the kind voice said. Then her footsteps retreated again.



Now I’ve worked with lots of patients as they come out of comas Dr. Morgan spoke. I’m pretty sure you have lots of questions going through your head. Let me see if I can answer most of them for you.



A coma? He had been in a COMA? He couldn’t have been!



You’ve been with us just over two weeks now Dr. Morgan continued seemingly unaware of Dillon’s panic. You were in a car accident but we got to you in time. It’s a good thing because you were pretty bad when you came in. I’m not going to sugarcoat things. I don’t see it doing you any good.



Your right knee was crushed. We’ve done reconstructive surgery and after some hard work you will walk again. It’s going to take time but we have some amazing surgeons here at Crestwick Sinai.



Your right arm is also broken in two places but they were clean breaks and give every indication that they will heal fine. You’ll also have to work to regain some of the strength in that arm but if you played tennis before we’ll make sure you do again.



The real challenge was your eyes. This statement was followed by a sigh.



His eyes. He couldn’t open them. The world was dark. It had been bad enough when she’d been listing off his other injuries. Then she had just sounded matter-of-fact. Now though there was something else in her voice.



The car you were in was badly damaged by the force of the impact. The steel cage crumpled striking you on the back of your head causing a severe concussion and damage to your Occipital Lobe. I don’t know how much you know about the brain but the Occipital Lobe is responsible for the interpretation of what you see. Right now CAT scans and MRIs show massive swelling and bruising in the region.



That would be enough to concern us but you also got glass in your eyes. Slivers penetrated right through your eyelids in order to pierce the eyes themselves. We dug out all that we could fine but your corneas are severely scarred.



Dillon felt like he couldn’t breathe. What was she telling him? Was she saying he was blind? She couldn’t be saying that! There was just no way that could be true!



We do have a small bit of hope. There is a chance that when the swelling goes down and the bruising subsides your brain will have healed enough to process whatever input your eyes supply. However they’re not going to be giving much. In other words Mr. Marshall the most you can hope for is to be able to distinguish when large objects are in the way even while you won’t know what they are.

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Celeste

After a long lonely week you stumble into a local watering hole for a couple of cold brews then back to the hotel where you have been staying for this conference. You have a familiar itch in your groin but you haven t met anyone you might be interested in yet so why would you think tonight would be any different. Of course you have been wrong before.



Sitting at the end of the bar you could see everything that was going on in the place. You saw her the minute she came in. Her long black hair flowed across her shoulders framing her beautiful face like a picture. She was wearing a tight fitting red dress that accentuated her gorgeous tits and left very little to the imagination. She had a matching red lipstick and her mouth was just screaming out to suck a hard cock. The very thought of those lips made your cock spring to attention.



She sat alone at the bar and ordered the same thing you were drinking. You called over the bartender and told him her next one was on you.



Are you sure buddy? he asked.



Why not? you replied.



Why not indeed? was his cryptic response.



When the drink you bought her arrived she saluted you and took a long slow swallow watching you over the rim of the glass. Something about the way she handled the drink made your balls ache. When she took the glass from her lips her tongue snuck out and licked any drops that might have been missed. You wanted to go sit with her and talk but you felt glued to the stool. Fortunately she took the initiative.



You watched as she walked towards you. Her hips swung seductively with each step. When she was within arm s length she held out her hand saying Hi my name is Celeste. Thank you for the drink.



Her deep voice reverberated through your mind. You could feel the echoes running down your spine. You re welcome. I m Gary. Would you care to join me? you asked indicating an empty stool next to you. As she sat you realized she hadn t released your hand.



You watched transfixed as she took her place on the stool. The way she crossed her legs took you to new heights of sexual frustration. Come here often? you blurted out without thinking. You both laughed at the lame old line.



Actually I am here from out of town for a business meeting she replied after your laughter died away.



Convention for me you said answering her unasked question. The small talk continued for quite some time before you got up the nerve to ask I m staying in the hotel just down the street. Would you like to come up to my room for a night cap?



I would love to she replied. Just let me freshen up a bit. You followed her out of the room with your eyes. Her ass was exquisite in the form-fitting dress. You could swear you could hear her cheeks rubbing together as she walked.



When she returned you headed towards the door. You didn t understand the look on the bartender s face when he bid you good night. Have fun he winked.



You walked arm in arm to your hotel room. Nothing was said as you both enjoyed the night air. Inside the hotel you headed towards the elevator hoping to be alone inside. No such luck as an elderly couple joined you for the ride up. The doors opened for your floor and the two of you stepped out and went down the hall. Her hand dropped from your arm and settled on your ass. The heat penetrating through the fabric of your slacks was enough to leave a print.



As you put the card into the slot to open the door she came and stood right behind you. I am so thirsty she whispered in your ear. For some reason you got the impression she wasn t looking for a glass of wine.



You stepped back as the door opened to allow her entrance first. Closing the door behind you your intention was to offer her a seat and then a beverage. You didn t get that chance. As soon as the door was closed she pulled you into her arms and covered your mouth with hers.



The sensuality of the kiss took your breath away. Never had you been kissed like this. You felt as though your whole being was melting into her. As the two of you were lost in the kisses she back-stepped you to the bed. When you felt the edge of the bed behind your legs you allowed yourself to be seated.



She pulled away from your embrace to remove your shirt. You reached for her dress to find it was actually a blouse and skirt. The blouse came over her head and out spilled two of the most perfect breasts you had ever seen. She took one in each hand and offered them to you. They were incredible as they rolled through your fingers. You were so absorbed in these fascinating orbs you barely realized she was undoing your fly until the cool of the air hit your erect cock.



With a quick intake of breath your eyes dropped to your crotch just in time to see your cock disappear between those brazen red lips. The lock she had on your cock made your fingers clasp tightly around her tits. You were kneading the flesh as she took your cock to what seemed like the depths of her stomach. Her fingers manipulated your balls. With her expert technique you knew it wouldn t be long before you were coating her throat with your cum.



Oh honey. That feels so damn good. If you don t stop soon I am going to finish and I won t have taken care of you.



As if your words were inspiration she redoubled her efforts. You could feel the cum boiling from your balls climbing to the top and shooting deep in her gullet. You held tightly to her melons as shot after shot went past her throat to settle in her stomach. Exhausted you fell back on the bed to catch your breath.



You wanted to please her as much as she had you so you reached for her hand and helped her on the bed next to you. You resumed kissing her and the heat in the room rose once again. Your hands were exploring her body moving from her tits to her waist. She slid closer to you on the bed stopping your downward progress so you pulled your hand free and slid it around back hoping to get a feel of what you were sure was going to be a dripping wet pussy. After a few more minutes of intense necking and making sure your blood was boiling once again she stood.



I have a surprise for you dear she said as her fingers worked with her skirt. You were taken a back by what you saw as her skirt fell to the floor. I m sorry I didn t tell you sooner. I was just so horny and you looked so delicious. Please don t be mad she begged.



You sat on the bed staring at her/his throbbing erect cock. Anger was the last thing on your mind. For some reason you wanted it. You wanted to feel it. It was calling to you. You had never had such feelings before but now they seemed perfectly natural. You rose from the bed and walked over to her. Her sigh echoed off the walls as you took her in your arms and engulfed her lips in a soul-melting kiss. You could feel her hard cock rising between the two of you. The heat emanating from it was scorching your groin. You could hardly wait to feel it in your mouth.



Breaking from your embrace she suggested Lay down on the bed lover. Obediently you followed her suggestion and laid down. You couldn t believe how hard your own cock was at the prospect of feeling hers in your mouth. She crawled on the bed next to you but positioned herself so her mouth was over your cock and hers was nears yours.



Once she had your cock between those talented lips of hers you could resist no longer. You took hold of her meat and led it to your mouth. The skin was so soft as it slid inside. Your tongue wrapped around it of its own volition as it slid deeper. Not paying attention to the depth you gagged as it hit the back of your throat. You pulled back and grasped the base in one hand while the other went to explore her balls.



A little more cautious this time you let the cock slide back inside. Your mind was reeling from the feeling of her mouth on your throbbing meat and the soft hardness between your own lips. The heat radiating almost burned your lips. You started to suck trying to emulate what she was doing for you. Her moans filled you with confidence as well as rattling your organ.



You felt a beautiful new sensation as her fingers slowly crept down the crack of your ass. You opened your legs wide to allow her access. You wanted to see what this beautiful person had in store for you. You were eager to experience all the new things she had to show you.



Mimicking her movements you let your fingers slide into the crack of her ass too. When her finger slid inside your tight nether entrance you slid yours inside her. You were lost in a world of sensations when you felt something warm and wet sliding around your asshole. It took a moment to realize her mouth was gone from your cock. You realized she was licking around your brown eye. Never had you experienced anything like it. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around your cock pumping away as she tickled your hole with her tongue.



Not wanting to be outdone you let the hard cock slide from between your lips and buried your face between her cheeks. The taste was earthy. You could feel her sphincter muscles grab at your tongue as it slid across the hole. Her moans rumbled between your south cheeks as she devoured your ass. The more you ate at her the more she ate at you. Both of you were pumping away in a blur.



OH Lover!! she exclaimed as she pulled her face away from her prize. I am going to cum so hard for you. Where do you want it?



You reluctantly pulled your face away to reply In my mouth. I want to taste it.



MMMMMMMMM she moaned as she bent down and took your cock to the back of her throat once again. You felt her finger slide into your anus as her cock slide past your lips to rest in the back of your throat. Both of you thrust your hips towards the waiting eager mouth encasing your cocks. It wasn t long before cum was filling the back of your mouth. The thick salty stuff felt heavenly as you exploded deep within Celeste s throat. She sucked hard to milk you dry and you returned the favor.



When you were both spent she released you and crawled up to lie next to you on the bed. You circled her with your arms and held her close as the two of you chatted and got to know each other.



After some time of cuddling and small talk you had an idea. Still being new at this whole thing you weren t sure how to proceed. Just in the short time you had known each other Celeste could tell you had something on your mind.



What is it lover?



I m new at this whole thing you started.



I know and I love it she interrupted and kissed you.



Once the kiss was done you looked into her eyes. Can we do something?



Anything you want lover. Anything at all. What is it?



Will you that is I want to feel you inside me. Not in my mouth but inside.



I understand she said with soft kisses on your neck. You want me to fuck you.



Yes you whispered. Already your cock was stirring again.



Oh baby!! I will fuck you like no other ever has….or will.



She rolled over on top of you and covered your face with kisses. Her magnificent tits were rubbing against your chest. Your cock was growing harder than ever. You could feel her hard cock brushing against yours. You had an unfamiliar tingling in your ass.



Without warning she got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned she had the hotel lotion sample bottle in her hand and was rubbing her hard cock. Turn over lover. Put your ass high in the air for me.



You did as you were told and was rewarded with soft kisses all over your ass. You felt something warm and wet splash across your open cheeks. She began to rub up and down and you realized she had squirted some of the lotion in your crack. She made sure your ass was well lubed sliding a finger into your hole and working it around. Then you felt her weight behind you. Your ass cheeks tensed.



Don t worry lover. Relax. I ll make sure you enjoy this she whispered in your ear as she leaned over you. You could feel her hard cock resting in the crack of your ass. Her soft balls brushed against yours. You were excited and frightened at the same time. She was well endowed. How would you be able to fit that huge cock into your ass? You felt pressure at your anus and tensed again. Her fingers came up to your shoulders and started to massage. You could feel yourself relaxing. A sudden sharp pain and you knew she had slid the very tip inside.



Oh please. Stop. No it hurts you moan.



I know it does dear but bear with me. Soon it will feel exquisite. She continued to press forward massaging your shoulders and whispering encouragement into your ear. Soon you could feel her balls against yours again and knew she was all the way in. She stopped and let you adjust. After a moment she pulled out. You felt as though your bowels were being turned inside out.



Please stop!! It really hurts you cried.



She leaned forward and placed soft kisses on your ear as she whispered Soon darling. Very soon it will be wonderful. I promise. Just hold on.



With that she thrust forward once again. It still hurt but you could feel your muscles relaxing. A few more thrusts and the pain was gone replaced by an incredible full feeling in your ass. She sensed your transformation and began stroking in and out in earnest.



Oh yes!! That DOES feel good. OH fuck my ass!



Your moans of pleasure inspired her and she began to pound away at your virgin ass. Her balls bounced off yours with each stroke doubling the ecstasy. She leaned down over your back and you could feel her tits rubbing against your back. You were sure you would explode all over the sheets when you felt her fingers wrap around your hard cock. She squeezed tightly at the base trapping any cum you might be thinking of spewing forth.



I want to feel you cum in my ass lover after I have sprayed the inside of yours she moaned low in your ear. Her grip was almost painful as she continued to fuck her hard cock deep in your ass. You felt her tense and her grip tighten just before you felt the explosion. You could feel every jet of cum coating the insides of your ass. You humped back towards her to get every drop of nectar she had to offer.



When she had shot her last once of cum into your bowels she pulled out with a loud popping sound. You felt disappointed and empty as her cum ran from your ass. She leaned forward kissing your check and licking up the drool of cum from your ass before she released your hard cock and lay beside you on the bed.



When she had caught her breath she reached over and fondled your still erect cock. Your turn now lover. Fuck me good she moaned.



You crawled over on top of her and smothered her with kisses as your hard cock slid across hers on its way to enter her back door. She stopped you only long enough to squirt some lotion into her crack to ease your passage. You had had women anally before but this was a new experience. You tentatively rested your cock against her anus not sure how to proceed.



Oh baby fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast! she encouraged.



You leaned forward and your cock was sucked deep within her anal passage. It was like the tightest pussy you had ever fucked. Your cock was wrapped in velvety soft tight muscle. You could feel her contracting against your swollen member. Her tits were rubbing against your chest as she pulled you close to devour you with kisses. Your head swirled with all the new experiences.



You lean forward and grab her tits as you humped away at her ass. You break from her kisses to suck a nipple into your mouth. You are in heaven as your cock slides easily in and out of her tight passage and you suckle at her gorgeous breasts.



You are so lost that your impending climax sneaks up on you. You feel your balls begin to boil up and towards the tip of your cock. You try to delay but it is too close. You explode deep in her ass with your mouth full of tit. Stars circle your head as you cum harder then you ever remember cumming before. Her fingers are wrapped in your hair holding you close to her chest as she heaves against your exploding cock. You hope the walls of the hotel are thick as her moans are echoing everywhere.



The last thing you remember before passing out is her saying Thank you lover. That was incredible. You seem to remember mumbling something in response but then you were out.



A knock and the turning of the doorknob awoke you sometime later. You were in the same position except that your now deflated cock had fallen from its sheath. You were just coming into focus when you realized who could be at the door.



Honey I m home I called out giggling as I stepped across the threshold of the hotel room. I know you weren t expecting me until tomorrow but I finished up early and decided to surp….Hello who is this?



Jumping from the bed and disturbing the also sleeping Celeste you stammer H-H-Honey its so good to see you. You lean in and kiss my cheek as I try to look past you to assimilate what I am seeing.



It s nice to see you too dear I reply. Now who is this interesting creature I ask as I step past you to get a closer look. Celeste has gotten up from the bed and grabbed a sheet to cover herself. Don t be shy darling. Any friend of my husband s is a friend of mine I assure her as I step closer and hold out my hand. Jayde and you are??



Celeste she manages after clearing her throat.



What a beautiful name!? I reply. And where did you meet Gary?



In a bar down the street actually she explained inching towards the bathroom. He didn t tell me he was married.



Gary you toad I snap in your direction as I playfully slap your bare ass. Why didn t you tell your new friend you were married?



It didn t come up you defend yourself thankful that I am reacting so positively to a situation that could have been very ugly.



I step out of the way so Celeste can get into the bathroom to freshen up. While she is gone I take you in my arms and smother you with kisses demanding an explanation for how the two of you came to be here together. By the time she emerges wrapped in a towel I have the whole story and am quite ready for some playing of my own.



Celeste my dear. Gary was just telling me all about how you two came to be. I can t help but wonder what your sexual preferences are. Do you only play with men or do you enjoy the company of women too?



Celeste approaches and wraps her arms around both of us. I enjoy playing all sorts of fun things she purrs. Having said that she places one of her heart-warming kisses on my lips as you look on.



When the kiss is broken I draw a deep breath and whisper I am not upset at finding my husband in the arms of another woman but I AM feeling neglected. Celeste why don t we lie on the bed and you can eat my pussy while I watch my husband suck your cock?



MMMMMMMM that sounds wonderful she agreed. Both of you were spouting growing cocks as you undressed me and we took our places on the bed. Celeste and I were arranged in something of a traditional 69 but with her cock in your face instead of mine.



Celeste was equally good at eating pussy as she was at sucking cock and soon had me writhing on the bed. I occasionally reached over to kiss you and get a couple of licks of her cock but had trouble concentrating on anything other than the delicious feeling growing between my legs. The view of her hard cock sliding in and out of your face was sending me closer and closer to the edge as well.



When the orgasm hit me I raised clear off the bed driving my pussy into her face. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as I turned to see you swallowing as fast as you could. I knew Celeste had exploded down your throat as well. When we both were back to earth the three of us collapsed on the bed in a heap.



You were the first to break the reverie. Now I am the one feeling neglected. We all laughed.

Not for long dear I assured you as I reached over to stroke your throbbing cock. Celeste could I watch you suck my husband s cock?



I would love to have you watch me she purred sliding up next to your groin and taking you deep on the first swallow. I brought your face to mine for deep kisses to taste her cum on your lips and to keep you from screaming out. I knew from your reaction it wouldn t take long for you to shoot deep into her throat once again.



I was right as you started bucking against her face and shot a load down her throat while continuing to kiss me. When she was done Celeste crawled between us kissing first me then you so we all could taste the cum in her mouth.



You two are fabulous she exclaimed as we all dropped back on the bed to rest.



After a short snooze you decided to shower and try to regain some energy. I called room service and had some food and beverages sent up. We would need our strength for whatever the night brought us.



When you stepped out of the shower I was on my knees between Celeste s thighs sucking her hard cock deep into my throat. The sight of your wife sucking this woman s cock caused yours to begin to rise as well. You came over and began kissing Celeste and fondling her tits as I continued to swallow her shaft.



When I looked up over the hard meat in my mouth I let is slide out to welcome you back I m glad you are here dear. I have an idea.



Oh really you said dropping the tit only long enough to respond.



You can see I have Celeste nice and hard and I see you are well on your way. I want to feel you both in me at once. I want my husband and his girlfriend to fuck me at the same time. The words were no sooner out of my mouth then your cock was throbbing before my eyes. I pumped Celeste as I turned to swallow yours for a moment.



Rocking back on my heels I asked Who wants to go where?



Celeste was about to answer when you piped in. I ve had your pussy before. I want to watch Celeste fuck you while I take you from behind.



Ok I agreed. Celeste laid down on her back on the bed. I crawled on top and straddled her erect shaft rubbing my pussy juice all over it. I was so wet and she was so hard it took only a quick stroke to sink her in to the hilt. Once I had her buried deep inside I spread my ass cheeks and lay still so you could sink in from behind. I felt so full and stretched as you slowly entered and went in deep.



We all held still for a moment adjusting to each other before the two of you started a rhythm. As she went in you backed out rocking me back and forth between you. I held on and let you take me to the peak several times before I felt the familiar tensing in your cock. I knew you were about to cum when I felt Celeste tense as well. The three of us were headed to a mind-blowing triple orgasm.



I screamed out and held on for dear life as I felt two explosions drowning me in cum. I could feel the hot jets burning deep in my ass and the other coating the walls of my cunt. Grinding back and forth I milked you both for every drop and then we rolled over so you could both slide free. I could feel the cum running from my nether orifices and whimpered.



What s wrong dear? Celeste asked before you had the chance to.



It seems such a waste to have all the cum just running down my ass I pouted. I need not say another word. You both climbed between my legs and began sucking the cum from my cunt and ass. I watched as the two of you took turns licking and sucking. I watched as you kissed to share our mutual cum. Celeste climbed over my prone body to allow me a taste as well.



You were still licking my pussy and couldn t help but slide your tongue along Celeste s balls since they were in your face. I could feel her cock start to rise between us. She was ready for more. I knew I was too. I looked between my legs to see the look of pure lust in your eyes as well. Without a word you took Celeste s hard cock and guided it to my gaping pussy entrance. I grasped her back as she sank in to the depth and rocked back and forth. My pussy grabbed at her cock trying to get it in as deep as it would go. I opened my eyes long enough to see you standing behind us stroking your hard cock as your new girlfriend fucked your wife s hot cunt.



Oh Gary! Fuck her!! Get behind and fuck this bitch while she takes my cunt. I heard a moan from Celeste as I imagined your cock resting against her anal opening. The pressure of you entering her from behind drove her deeper into my cunt.



That s it baby. Fuck us both!! Fuck us hard and fast. I threw my head back as orgasm after orgasm racked through my body. I seemed to be cumming in a constant stream as the two of you fucked me and fucked each other.



I looked my legs tightly around Celeste s back as I felt her tense with her own orgasm. I knew by some instinct that you were pumping her ass full of cum as well. When everyone had finished pumping their cum deep into another s cavern I turned Celeste loose so she could bring her ass to my lips. I sucked your cum from her ass as the two for you went back to eating my cum- drenched cunt and ass.



When we had every drop we collapsed on the bed waiting for room service to bring us the refreshments we so desperately needed. During the short intermission it was decided that Celeste would change hotels and stay with us for the rest of her visit. We had lots more things to discover between the three of us ...

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Here to Stay Ch. 01

Hey Matt? I can t tell which one of these shirts is the black one Emmett Clark shouted frustratedly across the apartment while trying to feel the difference in the fabrics over and over again. He heard Matt s footsteps start down the hall.



Whoa man put some jeans on. You know you re not my type Matt joked walking through the doorway seeing Emmett stand in his underwear near his closet.



Yes and wouldn t Suzanne be glad to hear it Emmett poked back.



Matt and Emmett had shared an apartment ever since they were dorm mates their first three years of college. They had become close friends and Emmett was grateful for it. Matt assisted him whenever he could whether it was walking somewhere new crossing a street or picking out clothes. In short Matt was Emmett s vision.



Here you go Matt said taking the shirt out of the closet and handing it to Emmett.



Thanks Emmett responded as Matt left the room.



Emmett wondered yet again where he would live and with whom once Matt and Suzanne were married. He had been looking for months but none of the places or people seemed right. In two weeks though it was happening whether he was ready or not.



For the second time that day Emmett cursed his blindness. He wanted so badly to just be able to live by himself after Matt moved out. He knew though that it really wasn t realistic and since he had no family to speak of he didn t have a place to fall back on. He was relying on his friends at this point as he had been incapable of finding somewhere outside of an assisted living facility which was a nice environment. The problem was that Emmett thought his age of 29 was fifty years too young to be living there.



After dressing Emmett walked into the kitchen.



You ready? he heard Matt ask.



Yup Emmett responded putting his bag over his shoulder and grabbing his cane placing it in the bag. Matt drove him to the university and helped him to the main doors of the musical arts building.



Thanks Emmett said walking through the doors. He got his cane out and started down the hall counting his footsteps. A familiar voice interrupted the silence that echoed through the halls.



Dr. Clark may I help you to your studio?



Thank you Clara that would be greatly appreciated Emmett agreed folding his cane and putting it back in his bag.



Once in the office Emmett sat his bag down and leaned against his desk as he heard Clara one of his students sit at one of the pianos.



Thank you again Clara. Now shall we get started?



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Listen would you just meet him? In person? Emmett s a great guy and even though he can afford the rent on his own it s just . . . easier for him to have someone around. Cassidy Andrews looked into the skeptically smiling eyes in front of her pausing only for a moment. Besides you need some company. You live alone on the other side of town all you do is work and you could use someone to bond with. The apartment is really big and Emmett has been my best friend for almost a decade although that fact alone might scare you away. Seriously though it would be great.



Cassidy I don t know? an inquisitive Gavin Adams started.



Just take the time to meet him in person. You ve got two weeks to make up your mind before his current roommate gets married and leaves.



Two weeks?!



Just meet him Cassidy demanded.



Alright alright I ll meet him. When? Gavin asked.



Are you free tonight?



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I ll see you Monday Will Emmett said closing the door behind his last student of the day. All seven of them had asked the same question that day: when would Emmett perform a solo faculty recital?



It has been a while he said to no one in particular. His thoughts were interrupted by his ringing cell phone.



This is Emmett he answered flipping the phone open.



Hey Em! Cassidy greeted excitedly through the speaker.



Hey Cass. How are you today?



Great. She paused. I ll get right to the point. Do you have any plans tonight?



Nope. Why?



What? How a guy like you has any night of the week open is beyond me. Well anyways great. There s someone I want you to meet Cassidy informed Emmett.



Cass you know me. I don t?



Relax she interrupted. I m not trying to set you up. He might be willing to share your acre of apartment with you she teased.



Okay what time?



Meet me at the main doors of the music building in two minutes.



Emmett chuckled at his friend s eccentricity as he hung up the phone picked up his bag and locked his door.



Cassidy greeted him the moment he opened the door to exit the building.



Where are we going? And does this stranger that I m meeting have a name? Emmett asked as he took her arm.



Do you remember that chef I ve told you about? Gavin Adams? He s a really good friend of mine. It s actually hard to believe that you haven t met yet she commented as they got in the car. We re going to Kelly s coffee shop. She won t be home for a few more days though so it will just be him and us.



Mmhmm. Gavin. Got it. So how do I know that Gavin isn t an ax murderer or some creeper?



Well he might be because I ve told him almost everything there is to know about you and he s still willing to meet you Cassidy jested. Emmett laughed.



Wow. That s promising. A comfortable silence passed for a few minutes.



He doesn t know you re blind yet Cassidy blurted out quietly and spontaneously. Emmett turned to face her as much as his seatbelt would allow aghast.



I can t go then Cassidy! You failed to mention the most important thing about me!



It s not like he s not open-minded.



Cassidy Andrews living with a non-handicapped gay man is probably bad enough for someone like him. Living with a blind one is completely different and even worse Emmett practically shouted.



Hey Em? Cassidy asked quietly.



What? Emmett asked trying to be angry.



I ve never in the ten years that I ve known you heard you raise your voice like that.



I m sorry he apologized.



Don t apologize Cassidy said. It s great.



They pulled up to the cafГ© parked and walked in the door smiles on their faces.



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Gavin was reading the restaurant reviews in the newspaper when Cassidy walked in with Emmett holding her shoulder with one hand and arm with the other. Gavin knew it was rude but he stared at the sight. He didn t know how to respond. He d had absolutely no idea that Emmett was blind but the part that struck him the most was that Emmett was the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. He stood maybe an inch shy of six feet tall had rather pale skin dark brown hair cut somewhat short and pushed back stylishly with some falling over his face and a body with a muscular swimmer s build to die for. Emmett s most stunning feature however were his eyes. They were so dark brown they were almost black and were deeply expressive. Gavin gaped open-mouthed as they approached the table.



Hey Gavin this is the famous Emmett Clark Cassidy informed him.



She flatters me don t listen to her Emmett responded to Cassidy s remark. Gavin blinked a few times and tried to speak but stuttered instead.



Uh . . . um . . . hello he finally managed grabbing the hand outstretched in front of him and shaking it. Emmett noticed a firm handshake even if Gavin wasn t the most eloquent person at the moment.



Em what do you want to drink? Cassidy asked as Emmett took his seat.



The usual please.



Gav come with me to the bar Cassidy ordered grabbing his arm as she walked by his chair.



Once they were at the counter and had ordered their drinks Gavin found his voice before Cassidy.



You failed to mention two very important things Cassidy Andrews.



Two?



Yes two. Number one: he s blind. More importantly number two: he s extremely good-looking. I haven t seen someone I ve been this attracted to in a long time.



You checked the mirror lately sugah? Cassidy asked jokingly in a mock Southern accent.



Enough with the sarcastic shit Cass. Seriously I don t know if I could live with him. I don t know what to do or how I would help him and being around a man that attractive would be a little difficult. I mean those eyes . . . Gavin trailed off.



Yeah they are blacker than black and show every emotion he feels. If you ever want to know what he s thinking when he s not speaking that s the place to look.



But¬?



Yeah I know. They don t look like a typical blind person s eyes. Medically speaking his eyes can see. See Gavin Emmett wasn t born blind. When he was 14 he and his parents were in a car accident. Both of his parents died on impact because they weren t wearing seatbelts. Anyways both of them died and Emmett was left blind. According to every doctor he s seen there s nothing wrong with him. His brain just doesn t interpret what he sees and no one knows why. He s a medical mystery.



Wow. Both parents and his sight. That would send me over the edge Gavin breathed.



He s a strong one Cassidy said picking up two coffees and walking back to the table. Gavin grabbed his cup and followed. As he sat down Emmett faced him.



So I presume she told you the whole story about how I lost my vision and how no one can figure out why he stated matter-of-factly taking a sip of his coffee.



Yes I told him. But he s still here obviously Cassidy butted in.



So um I ve heard that you re a phenomenal pianist Gavin said attempting to make conversation.



Again Cassidy flatters me Emmett argued. I m okay. I really enjoy teaching some very very talented students though.



Well that s a plus in being an esteemed professor at one of the best conservatories in the nation Cassidy retorted.



You know what Cass? I don t really appreciate your sarcasm Emmett joked. What do you do Gavin? There was a pause and Emmett could feel and hear Gavin and Cassidy looking at each other and arguing silently.



I . . . uh . . . I m a chef at a couple of restaurants Gavin finally responded. Emmett could tell there was something he was missing.



Chef yeah that s what it s called now Cassidy said.



If you really don t want to tell me it s not a problem at all. I didn t mean to be nosy Emmett said trying to ease the awkwardness of the situation.



It s no problem not at all Gavin said. So how much is the rent? Emmett was grateful for the change in topic.



Total it s about 3000 dollars per month Emmett informed him somewhat sheepishly. He could tell by Gavin s coughing that he had choked on his coffee from the surprise.



Oh my god he sputtered.



I can pay it Emmett tried to respond. Really I just need someone to live with so I don t have to live in a retirement community because of the assisted living thing. I m sure you figured that out as soon as I walked in and you saw that I m blind. Gavin stared at a loss for words. He had no idea what to say to the bluntness of Emmett s statement.



I m sorry I didn t tell you Cassidy apologized to Gavin.



It s okay. I guess I m just a little taken aback at the suddenness of this whole thing. I really need to think it over and try to get to know you a little more Emmett. And no by the way I won t let you pay the whole rent. I have more than enough resources to cover my half if I take you up on this. He paused to look at the time. I m really sorry but I have to get going. I have to be at work by 9 so I ll have to hustle. Cass I ll call you but I m pretty sure I m free for tomorrow night. Emmett I ll talk to you later. Sorry I have to run. With that he walked briskly out the door and down the sidewalk.



Cassidy shame on you. I feel bad and he probably does now too. He couldn t just come out and say You know I m really not into the whole taking-care-of-the-blind thing since I m not even 30 I m single and a successful chef. or whatever it is that he does. Thank you so much for the awkward moments and discomfort. God could you really be this incapable of some forethought? Emmett stood up and Cassidy did the same returning their cups to the bar.



I m sorry Em she said as they walked out the door. If I may though?



You may not Emmett interrupted. Cassidy snarled back once she walked around the car and sat in her seat.



You know what? I m going to anyways. To be quite frank I haven t seen you this uncomfortable about your blindness before. Ever. Not even after a bad performance or tripping on an uneven floor or even running into someone or something unintentionally.



He s a really nice guy isn t he? Emmett asked rhetorically. Never mind I m sure he is. It wasn t fair to him?not in the least Cass?to put him in this situation. Does he even know I m gay? Emmett paused and awaited an answer. When one wasn t presented he continued. He doesn t. Great. Yet another thing to scare him off. I might as well cross this one off the list of prospective roommates too.



He won t care Cassidy informed him. He s a very open-minded person like I said before she said with a hint of annoyance. Emmett exploded.



Open-mindedness has barely anything to do with living with a blind person Cassidy. Patience? Yes. Determination? Yes. The ability to cope with frustration? Yes. Open-mindedness? Only initially.



We re here Cassidy intervened once they had arrived at the apartment.



I ll walk myself in Emmett said.



No I ll?



Cassidy I can do it. I m a big boy now he said sarcastically.



You are so bitter tonight.



I just had the shit embarrassed out of me by one of my best friends who thought that she could arrange a living partner for me without telling them straightaway that I m fucking blind. That s just not something you leave out Cassidy. You fucked up. Just admit it and move on. It s not the first time and it certainly won t be the last. I wish you d stop blaming my insecurities for that though. Emmett shut the car door and walked up to the building.



Dr. Clark may I help you to your apartment? Cecelia the doorwoman asked.



Cecelia first of all my name is Emmett. I don t know how many times I ve told you to call me by my name even when we re outside a personal setting. Secondly no I ll walk myself up tonight. I ll be fine but thank you anyways he responded probably a little too curtly. He had no trouble counting his steps to the stairs ascending three floors then walking to his door. Once there he took out his key and opened the door.



Matt?



Yeah I m here.



Wow. It s awfully early for you to be home.



I uh I m feeling a little under the weather Matt answered. In the eleven years that Emmett had known Matt Matt had never gotten sick aside from the slough of hangovers during his undergraduate years.



What s wrong? Are you sick? Can I get something for you?



Yes I m sick. No you can t get anything for me. I m comfortable here on the couch watching movies and attempting to eat ice chips without throwing them up.



Okay. If you need anything just let me know. I ll do what I can. Emmett walked down the hall and into his room as the phone rang.



Get that Matt asked more than demanded.



Emmett speaking he answered.



Hey Em I m sorry and you were right Cassidy said.



It s okay. I overreacted too Emmett assured her.



No you were completely justified in everything you said.



Hey Cassidy? Matt s sick. Would it be possible for you to give me a ride to work tomorrow?



You know I would if I could Em but I can t. I m going into the design studio at five in the morning tomorrow.



Crap. Kelly and Joe are still on vacation aren t they? Emmett asked.



I swear it s like their second honeymoon Cassidy answered. No one can reach them or anything.



It sounds like I m taking a cab tomorrow then.



Well you could give Gavin a call?



I m not calling someone that I met personally for the first time today to have them take me to work at six in the morning. No freaking way. I d rather walk the entire way.



Wow. Okay whatever suits you Cassidy relented. I ll talk to you tomorrow okay?



Okay. Have a good night.



You too.



Emmett hung up the phone and sat on the bed with a large sigh. He took off his shoes and then lay back on the bed wishing he could stare at the ceiling. After ten minutes he sat up undressed and went to sleep.



--



Gavin where s your head? one of his coworkers shouted at him from across the kitchen. Take this to 32!



Sorry I guess I m just not feeling like myself tonight Gavin said distantly. He picked up the desserts and took them out.



I hope everything was great tonight folks he said as he set the plates on the table in front of the man and woman. The woman spoke up.



Everything is gre? She paused as she looked up. Gavin Adams? He immediately looked at her questioningly.



I m sorry do I know you? he asked studying her face.



Laura Dotton . . . we graduated together.



Oh wow. Hi! You look great. What brings you here?



Well I live here now. What about you? This restaurant is great. Are you the manager? she asked.



Uh yeah kind of. This is one of my restaurants actually.



Oh my god! That s amazing. She paused. Well I have to get back to my date she said looking at the man sitting across from her at the table. This is Mark by the way my fiancГ©.



Nice to meet you Gavin said nodding in a jealous Mark s direction. Don t worry I m not going to steal her from you any longer. Have a great night you two.



Gavin walked away thankful for the interruption in thought. Ever since earlier that night in the coffee shop he hadn t been able to get Emmett and the situation at hand out of his mind. Could he handle living with a blind person and a stunningly attractive one at that? He figured there was only one way to find out. At the same time though it wasn t fair to Emmett to just give it a month s trial and then say You know I really don t like living with you so try to find someone else to share the apartment. Gavin realized he couldn t do that.



He glanced up and checked the clock. Midnight. Not bad for a Thursday night. As he walked out the door his phone rang.



Hello? he answered.



Hey Gavin it s Cassidy. Will you do me a huge favor?



Sure. Consider it done. What is it?



--



Emmett woke up got a shower and ate breakfast. He picked up his bag and extended his cane.



See ya he heard from the couch.



Bye. Rest up. You re going to need to be well for your wedding Emmett replied. Is there anything you need?



Nope. Have a good day. I ll be out with Suzanne and the wedding planner all night. Well the wedding planner will leave eventually Matt chuckled.



Okay just don t give Suzanne this rot. It s not exactly every girl s dream to throw up on her veil while walking down the aisle.



Emmett walked out the door and down the three flights of stairs. As he entered the lobby he heard his name.



Hey Emmett. Emmett immediately recognized the voice as Gavin s.



I m going to kill Cassidy Emmett snarled. Gavin chuckled at his remark.



Don t worry it s really not an imposition. I have to be at one of the restaurants by 6:30 anyways.



Well thank you I really appreciate it Emmett said folding up his cane. Gavin walked over but stood awkwardly in front of Emmett.



You ll have to forgive me but I have no idea what to do Gavin said sheepishly. Emmett placed his right hand on Gavin s left shoulder and his left hand on Gavin s arm. He couldn t help but notice how muscular Gavin was but pushed the thought from his head. At that moment Emmett was glad that he couldn t be visually attracted to him.

Lead the way but not too fast. Also try not to let me run into anything Emmett teased.



I ll do my best Gavin replied. He tried to ignore the electricity that ran up his arm and shoulder from Emmett s firm but gentle grasp.



Good morning Dr. Clark Pete said opening the door to the building.



Good morning Pete. Have a nice day Emmett replied jovially.



Oh I will Dr. Clark. I will. You do the same but I can tell you will too Pete replied no small amount of reference to Gavin in his voice. Emmett couldn t help but to chuckle at the cheerful African-American doorman. If he could have seen he would have watched Gavin s face blush to a bright red shade. Pete didn t miss it though and winked at Gavin when Gavin glanced back causing Gavin to blush even more.



Emmett got into Gavin s car and Gavin did the same. Emmett heard Gavin fasten his seatbelt and let out a relieved sigh.



So you mentioned that you had to be at one of the restaurants this morning. You work at more than one? Emmett asked.



Yeah I work at three restaurants Gavin answered. I have a pretty flexible schedule though and spend a lot of time at home?



Because you own them? Emmett asked interrupting. Gavin stuttered for a few seconds and Emmett went on. Just because I m blind doesn t mean that I m a complete imbecile. You ll come to find that I m actually more perceptive than most people who can actually see.



I didn t think that you were an idiot Gavin informed Emmett.



Well thank you. Many people think that automatically because I m blind that I m slow.



I can definitely tell that you re not now. Gavin paused. You re actually the first one to figure it out. Even Cassidy doesn t know that I own them.



Why haven t you told her?



I don t know. I guess I don t want people automatically assuming things about me when they discover I own three restaurants.



Yeah I m definitely not paying the full rent if you live with me now that I know the cash you rake in Emmett said sarcastically. Gavin laughed. Emmett was immediately entranced by the sound. Shaking his head he pushed the thought from his mind.



It s the last day for my students and then summer. I only have to teach a few days every week Emmett said excited.



That s great. Gavin thought for a moment then took a deep breath not going unnoticed by Emmett. Emmett what are you doing tonight?



Absolutely nothing. You ll find as you get to know me that most of my evenings are completely free aside from the nights I stay in my studio and practice.



Well I d love it if you came with Cassidy and me tonight.



I would like that too.



What time can I pick you up here? Gavin asked.



Oh no I don t want you to?



Well if I m going to live with you I ll have to get used to this so I might as well start.



That s a very smart thing to do. A trial period Emmett replied.



They walked to the door in a comfortable silence.



What time? Gavin asked again.



Around six should be good. I ll be hungry though. You can t say that I didn t warn you Emmett said smiling a very big smile. It took Gavin aback and he stared for a few moments before opening the door.



Six it is Gavin said. I ll see you later. Gavin walked away as Emmett started down the hall.

A young man masterbates for the doctor

Thierry

During the three years I spent at University some of my most enjoyable time was spent playing for the College rugby football team. Rugby is a tough physical contact sport requiring courage fitness and specific talents. It s no wonder that after a game there s a good deal of horseplay in the changing-rooms and a lot of badinage and boasting about sexual conquests. The showers and changing-rooms are not places for the shy or the faint-hearted and a lot of virile manhood is put on display. You quickly get to know who has what who is especially well-hung (like Phil) and who is a bit shy about standing naked in front of others. The team comprised players from all three or four years of the students and looking back on it all after thirty years I suppose I must have teamed up with about forty different players and it still amazes me that I got to know four them - intimately! />


The captain of the team in my first year was a guy named Thierry and he was respected by everyone. Not only was he an outstanding wing-forward but with his round baby-face bright blue eyes mischievous smile and perfect manners he charmed everyone. When he was talking to you he made you seem special giving you his whole attention and listening carefully to what you had to say. No wonder team spirit in that first year was so strong! He never talked tough but he was a human dynamo on the pitch and his speciality was seizing on a breakdown when our opponents got the ball kicking it up field and outracing the defence to touch down for a try. This technique helped us to convert what would have been several narrow defeats into wins. He wasn t shy about displaying his manhood in the showers afterwards but he didn t take part in either the boasting or the teasing. He was nearly three years older than me his mother was french and his English father worked at the UK embassy in Paris but he had been brought up in England and sent to an expensive public school which in England means a fee-paying private boarding school catering for boys aged between 13 and 18. He used to fly back to Paris for his university vacations which seemed exotic (like his name) to most of us who usually caught a train from the railway station to our homes often hundreds of miles away. Having a non-English mother myself (mine was Danish) promoted a bond between us which was cemented by my not taking part in the virility culture either. Not that either of us had anything to be embarrassed about you understand - we just didn t like the boasting. Wankers was - and still is - a term of scorn applied to young men whose impulse to seduce every girl in sight is deemed to be weak whereas I suppose every man-jack in those changing-rooms continued to wank when other excitements were not on hand though they would have denied it if asked directly. In my three years with the team I only ever heard one of them refer directly to wanking when he told a friend (in my hearing) that he d had a wank the night before and hoped it would not affect his performance on the pitch. I remember that he said The harder I try not to do it the more I want to and last night I just couldn t stop!



In the macho world of rugby Thierry was a major talent and later went on to play for one of England s most prestigious London clubs. He was always good-tempered and conversational but the most remarkable things about him were his vitality and the fact that he just oozed sexuality! Was it because of his boarding school education or because he just fancied me or because nature had given me a longer cock than average that he seemed to take a special interest in me? I remember him on one occasion staying behind to talk with me in the communal bathroom after a practice session long after the others had departed. I was lying in a small tub-shaped bath and having had his own bath he positioned himself so that my dick was fully in his view. So much he did give it his undivided attention that I turned over so that he could not see my swelling erection and he talked for what seemed hours as the water got colder and colder. I did not dare to sit up to turn on more hot or get out of the bath. Eventually other students came into the bath-house and I seized a moment to stand up and grab my towel to cover my erection before he could get a good look at it but the truth is that I should love to have had a good look at his only in private. He had a wonderful body and after my experiences with Steve Ollie and Phil I badly wanted to know what it was that drove him on to be so vigorous so unbelievably sexy.



After that scene in the bath-house he lost few opportunities to talk with me and he always tried to sit next to me on the coach to away games. When the rugby season came to an end in March we transferred our playing activity to the game of squash - which involved just the two of us and in which I was marginally the better player. There was a significant moment when racing for a drop-shot I had played he crashed into me in his attempt to reach it and we both fell to the floor. We ended up in a tangle of limbs and he left his arm which he had flung round me as we fell in place for much longer than was necessary before we picked ourselves up. His face was flushed as he looked into my eyes and said Urlen you know I d like to …. But he felt unable to complete the sentence and though I knew what he wanted to say I couldn t complete it for him either. Much as I loved his attentions I was too much in awe of him for that.



After he had taken his final exams at the end of the summer term but still didn t have the result he prepared to return to his parents in Paris moving out of College and taking a room in a hotel for a couple of nights. He knew of course where my room in College was and I was asleep in my bed when I awoke to discover a hand pushing under the bedclothes and resting lightly on my chest. His hand! My excitement was enormous but so was my sense of danger. What would my mates say of me if they were to discover that I allowed him to seduce me? As Thierry s fingers edged their way down to my waist and were only inches from my hard-on I placed my hand over his and stopped him. I wish now that I had whispered to him to take off all his clothes and jump into bed with me. I really did want to embrace him but I didn t think of it at the time. When he realised that I would not let his probing hand reach my cock he said Lets go for a walk! He had brought with him a bottle of rum (another exotic and forbidden touch) and his breath smelt of it as he knelt on the floor by my bed whispering in my ear.



I had no hesitation in agreeing so I put on the light and hunted for some clothing to disguise my raging hard-on. (In my confusion I never looked to see if he had one too …) Quickly I found some bathing trunks but to my dismay I had outgrown them and they now fitted so tightly over my crotch that I was forced to compress my stiff prick under the garment so that it lay flat against my stomach. It was not the best way to feel comfortable but at least it hid my obvious excitement!



We left by a back door and walked out into the silent road. The street lights shone on the damp pavements as we made our way towards the nearby park and he took several swigs of rum before passing the bottle to me to try. It tasted good - and I was enormously excited. When we got to the park we sat on a bench made wet by the rain and talked about what he hoped to do with his life after leaving University. It was an emotional moment for him spending his last hours with me in this way and he put his arms round me and kissed me. It felt quite natural though I had never been kissed like that before and I responded warmly. I think that my resolve in not letting him do me in my bed had made him decide not to try again. Anyway the night was damp and my dick was absurdly compressed in those over-tight swimming trunks. When eventually we returned to my room he kissed me goodbye and told me with great sincerity that he felt that he had really loved me. And I believed him. But I knew that we would meet at least once again because the next day he was playing a last game - not rugby but soccer - for the final Year College students against a University lecturers team. This was a fun match which everyone turned up to watch.



I remember that the students won that match and that Thierry made an amazing run from near our goal-line to the other end of the pitch and that half-way down he lost one of his boots in a tackle. He continued at speed with one boot on and the other way back up the pitch. When the players trooped off to the changing rooms at the end of the game I felt that an important chapter of my life had come to an end and I was just turning to go back to my room when I was hailed from behind. Thierry had not yet changed and was dripping with perspiration but had left the team briefly to say he had seen me on the touchline and would I come to his hotel at about 6.00 pm that evening as he was flying to Paris the next day? Would I! I hurriedly asked where it was he told me. It was about 4.00 pm and the sky was clouding over.



I looked up the nearest Tube station to his hotel phoned my friend Peter who was one of the 1st Year players in the rugby team and whom I had promised to meet after the match and set off. When I got to the hotel he was there waiting for me in the foyer and as we went up the broad carpeted steps of the luxurious hotel each step was an anticipation of the excitement to cum. If we had not been in public I would have grasped his hand. When we reached his room he locked the door behind us took me in his arms and embraced me pressing his firm athletic body against mine. Over his shoulder I could see his bed neatly made up and his suitcases open but mainly packed. I felt shy as his hand gently touched the bulge in my trousers but this was what I had come for and it was not long before we were undressing and jumping into bed. Oh God - at last! We kept our pants on and there was a moment of hesitation as to which side of the bed each of us would lie on but when there is such an urge these things are quickly settled. He put his arms round me and kissed me again and again then placed his hands on my chest and traced a cross from one hard nipple to the other and then down from the middle towards my pelvis. I responded by touching the elastic of his pants and running my finger along the inside of the band. Soon we had each kicked our pants down to the end to the bed (all of this under the covers) and the delicious moment so much anticipated had arrived! He put his fist round my throbbing dick gently pulled my foreskin down and fondled the swollen glans. I think he was surprised to find it all slippery with pre-cum for when I put my own hand on his rigid pole I found that it was dry. But it was magnificent - wonderfully stiff hard and thick. We wanted to see each other so we rolled the bed clothes back and there it was in all its glory! It was about 6 inches in length but it had the best-looking head I had ever seen. He was not cut but his foreskin was shorter than mine and the size of his erection meant that the skin peeled back naturally and was held in place by the pronounced ridge at the base of his helmet. And this helmet was quite something - blunt and broad whereas mine was slimmer and more pointed.



I put my hand round it and as I did so he did a surprising thing : he leaned back and put both his hands behind his head so that his arms were akimbo on the pillows. It was an invitation for me to play with him unfettered by any attention he might want to pay to my own cock and I needed no second invitation. The skin beneath that superb helmet moved with a silky ease and I gently moved my hand up and down. My rhythm must have been wrong because he brought one of his hands from behind his head and closed it over the hand I had wrapped round his cock and urged it to faster action. I therefore increased the pace of my stroking and as I did so he again put his hand behind his head. I looked up into his face : his eyes were closed and he was smiling in utter bliss. So this is what it has all been about I thought he just loves being done !



He did indeed. His breathing came faster but he made no sound no moans and suddenly I felt his whole body quiver that superb dick lifted a little as if it had a mind of its own and he thrust his hips forwards while I continued to jack him. Then there shot from the great helmet head a jet of spunk which landed on his chest followed by another which was even longer then another three or four spurts of diminishing volume and length. I was entranced! I kept my hand on his rod while I rolled over to give him a kiss on the lips then took my hand off his deflating tool and rubbed his cum all over his chest and stomach. During all of this his arms remained on the pillow and he wore that ecstatic smile!



I thought naturally that he would now want to jerk me off but I had two further discoveries to make. Firstly such had been my excitement in seeing Thierry s wonderful body and orgasm that I felt satisfied even though I had not cum. And - even more surprisingly - Thierry now said that he went flat after an orgasm and just wanted to lie there happy and exhausted.



As I needed to get back for the evening meal I had booked with Peter I had to leave - and a sorrowful parting it was. Although I was to hear of him again I only saw him once more four or five years later when we met as spectators at a rugby international. He was famous as a player then married with two young children. He was with his wife and he said to me with that mischievous seductive grin of his that the main thing in life was to make a woman love you. And I m sure his wife did just that!



However my story is not finished and I do not know to this day whether I should be ashamed of it or not. I had been out of my bed for much of the previous night and was feeling tired but there had been some intense excitement during the last twenty four hours and I had not actually had an orgasm. So when Peter and I were in my room drinking beer at about 11.00 o clock we were soon talking about his girlfriend and about sex in general though I told him nothing about my afternoon experiences. One thing led to another and it soon became clear that both of us were very excited! And to cut a long story short he was soon in my bed and I was making the sign of the cross on him which had so excited me when Thierry had done it to me six hours earlier. I loved the touch of his hand on my cock and my own hand was soon stroking his which was smaller than Thierry s and softer. I couldn t tell whether he was circumcised or not because his glans was fully exposed but there was a fold of skin under the head. Once again no pre-cum (though I was dripping with it) and as I urgently stroked him so as he approached his climax he groaned and said Cumming cumming cumming cumming CUM and with that last excited cry he rolled his body towards mine trapping my hand which was wrapped round his swollen cock. With the flesh of our abdomens pressed tightly together it meant that I could not continue to stroke him but I felt his slippery cum spread warmly between us. This was the last of my surprises for that action-filled day : when I masturbate I like to continue stroking until the spasms are spent whereas he wanted to stop as soon as he had fired his first shot.



The next day I went back home for the summer holidays savouring these two very different experiences and it was several months before I had my next sexual encounter with the fourth – and last - member of the rugby team.

Guy withstands a hard anal test

Here to Stay Ch. 02

Cassidy stared as Gavin led Emmett into the club. She smirked to herself proud of the match. She knew they would get along. There was only one problem: Gavin was a little too crazy for Emmett. It was readily apparent written all over his face and in his eyes. At least with Emmett he didn t have to worry about being obvious in that manner. She could tell though that Emmett was as with almost everyone else he met keeping himself distant enough to only be friends and nothing more. Cassidy watched as Emmett took his seat inadvertently letting his hand slide down Gavin s arm. Gavin shuddered at the contact his arm tingling from Emmett s light touch.



Hey you two Cassidy shouted over the music. How was dinner?



It was great Emmett answered smiling. The food was really good he added turning his head and smiling in Gavin s direction. Cassidy immediately saw Gavin s eyes light up. The company wasn t too bad either.



Yeah at least for you Gavin retorted laughing.



Hey I m going to go get a drink. What do you want Emmett? Cassidy asked.



Ice water with lemon. Thanks Cass.



Not a problem. Is it okay if I steal Gavin too?



Shouldn t that be up to Gavin? Gavin interrupted referring to himself.



They walked over to the bar and waited. Cassidy looked at Gavin who was looking across the room at Emmett watching. Once he noticed Cassidy staring at him he was a bit uncomfortable.



You re going to be great you know. You re already waiting for his beckoning call to give you an excuse to touch him or talk to him or do something for him. Gavin stared at Cassidy after this remark surprised. Cassidy laughed at his Am I really that obvious? expression. You need to be careful Gav. I don t know how it happened but I can already tell you re crazy about him after spending one night with him. He needs someone to live with to be a friend. He doesn t need a boyfriend.



He s gay? Gavin asked shocked.



What? You didn t¬?shit.



Gavin grabbed the ice water and beer off the counter walked over to the table gave Emmett his drink and sat down leaving Cassidy to wait at the bar alone.



Why didn t you tell me? Gavin asked a little too sternly. Emmett s heart immediately dropped and he shifted uneasily in his seat. Why didn t you tell me you re gay? Gavin repeated. Emmett immediately closed up and Gavin noticed the change in expression in his eyes.



The same reason you don t tell people you own and run three restaurants. I don t want people to judge me for what they think I am I want them to see the real me and gather their own conclusions. Emmett waited a beat. Sorry you had to find out from Cassidy.



Did you think I d care?



I didn t know honestly Emmett replied feeling Cassidy slide into the booth next to him. No sooner had she slid in that she slid back out pulling Emmett¬¬—or trying to anyways—with her.



Come on let s go dance Em she cajoled taking his arm.



Cass I m in the mid?



Come on she demanded taking him with her.



Gavin watched as they made their way to the dance floor. He felt guilty in a way for not coming straight out with the truth. Gavin figured that Emmett would realize it soon enough though. He took a sip of his beer and glanced to the dance floor again but his eyes stopped. He watched Cassidy and Emmett dance and was completely enthralled. He quickly realized that both of them were extremely good dancers graceful and overall quite an attractive sight. What really entranced Gavin was Emmett though. The way he moved perfectly the way he looked the fact that a bystander would have no idea that he was blind. Gavin stared the entire time they were out there and was brought back to reality by Cassidy s remark to him.



Hey Gav hasn t anyone ever told you that staring isn t polite?



What is there some beautiful woman alone out there? Emmett asked.



Uh not exactly Em Cassidy said looking at Gavin. She mouthed You didn t tell him? to which Gavin shook his head in the negative.



Oh that s right because I was with her Emmett continued chuckling at his own joke oblivious to the tense moment between Gavin and Cassidy.



Emmett I really need to go. I have a pressing social engagement Cassidy told him getting up from the table. She kissed his cheek. I ll talk to you later. She leaned over into Gavin s ear. You better not fuck this up because I will kick your ass if you end up hurting him. She smiled and walked out.



What time is it? Emmett asked Gavin.



Ten-thirty. I m getting a headache. Do you want to come outside with me?



Yeah I m ready to split anyways. I know it s early but I don t care.



They walked outside happy for the comparatively quiet noise of the city rather than loud music.



I ve decided to accept your offer Gavin told Emmett as they walked down the sidewalk. I called the movers and they can have me completely moved in three days so in about a week I ll call them.



That s great. Emmett stopped walking and turned to face Gavin. He didn t know where Gavin s eyes were but he made his best attempt to look into them even without seeing. Thank you Gavin. I know it s only been a night and you re moving in with a stranger but it means a lot to me that you ll take the time out of your life to help me and learn and just care.



Gavin stood there tears forming behind his eyes. In barely over 24 hours Gavin had fallen head-over-heels for Emmett. He didn t believe that anything of true substance could ever form in that amount of time nor did he believe in love at first sight. But somehow Gavin felt something for Emmett he had not felt before. He took a deep breath and gathered his composure.



You re welcome Emmett. I need a friend anyways. Other than Cassidy I m pretty much alone.



No girlfriend or anything? Emmett inquired.



Uh about that. I didn t get the chance to tell you inside because Cassidy stole you to go dance. I . . . uh . . . I really don t care that you re gay Emmett because well I am too. Gavin did not miss the surprise in Emmett s eyes.



Oh. Uh okay.



The two started walking again for a few minutes until Emmett stopped.



Do you want to see my apartment? It s still early.



If you wanted to show me that would be just fine.



They drove to the apartment building and Gavin escorted Emmett inside only to be greeted by an enthusiastic Cecelia.



Good evening Dr. Clark she said. Emmett could hear the smile in her voice.



Hello Cecelia. I ll have you know I m about to give up in having you call me Emmett . Emmett paused for a few seconds before continuing. Oh where are my manners. Cecelia this is Gavin Adams. He will be sharing my apartment after Matt moves out in a few days.



That s wonderful. It s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Adams. Emmett she nodded.



The pleasure is mine Cecelia Gavin answered back.



Thank you Cecelia for finally getting my name right. I ll see you tomorrow evening.



Good night Emmett. It was nice meeting you Mr. Adams.



It s Gavin Cecelia Gavin replied. It was nice to meet you too.



Emmett and Gavin went up the three floors and stopped outside the apartment. Emmett unlocked the door and stepped in finding the lights and switching them on. Gavin followed him in closing the door gently then looked around and stopped.



Wow he said staring at the high ceilings and chic design.



Yeah I wish I could see it most of the time. Having it described to you and actually seeing it are two very different things Emmett replied setting his bag and cane down in their designated spot. May I get you a drink?



Uh no thanks I don t think I m going to stay that long Gavin replied.



Well this is the kitchen and living room.



I see. Uh where s the kitchen table? Gavin asked.



We eat at the counter Emmett answered.



Oh. Gavin looked to his right to the living room which wasn t quite as large as the kitchen. It was simply but elegantly furnished. Emmett then led him over to the hallway. He pushed open the first door on the left and Gavin peered in surprised.



Yes surprisingly enough we have our own laundry room. It s wonderful Emmett stated closing the door. He walked to the second doorway and flipped on the light just inside.



This is my bedroom Emmett said stepping around the queen-sized bed and to the bathroom and this is my bathroom. Gavin stared at the sight. It was immaculate. Everything had its own place. The bathroom was very large and featured a double sink a shower and a large jetted bathtub. Gavin s thoughts immediately wandered to what could be done in both the large shower and large bathtub other than bathing. He pulled himself together as Emmett led him out of the room and across the hallway.



This will be your room. Matt tends to be a little messy in here so I won t go in but you can take a look. Gavin stepped into the cluttered room. It was very large had a double-sized bed and also had the bathroom connected to it. It was also a nice bathroom but only had a shower toilet and single sink. Emmett then showed him to the last room a small bedroom made into a fitness room. It had a treadmill and a small home gym.



This is what it looks like: my fitness room. I have to keep myself in shape somehow and running outside is kind of out of the question Emmett laughed. So that s all to my apartment. It s not huge but it s definitely functional and I love it Emmett said.



It s quite nice Gavin agreed. What s that room at the end of the hall?



Oh I almost forgot. That s my practice room Emmett answered opening the door. The far wall was all windows but in the middle sat a sizeable Steinway grand piano.



Wow. Gavin admired then looked at the time. Well I have to get going because the restaurants are probably swamped. Thank you for showing me around. I m actually a little excited to be living somewhere new.



You re quite welcome Emmett replied walking to the door and opening it. Have a great night Gavin.



You do the same was what came out of Gavin s mouth while he was thinking Oh I will since I ve seen you. He stepped out into the hall went down the stairs and entered the lobby.



You take care of Emmett Mr. Adams. He s a keeper I ll have you know Cecelia said to him as he crossed the marble-tiled floor winking.



In the short period of time that I ve known him Cecelia that has become quite obvious to me Gavin replied smiling. And it s Gavin Cecelia. Gavin.



Alright Mr. Adams. Have a good evening Mr. Adams she smiled back. She held the door as he exited and walked down the sidewalk into the night. She was surprised when she turned around and Emmett was approaching her.



Emmett what are you doing?



Well Cecelia I figured that you could use some company tonight. Or maybe it s just that I could use some company tonight Emmett answered.



Well alright. Come on outside and take a seat on the bench. I can sit with you for a while but I have to get home to Pete before one in the morning this time she said helping him to their favorite chatting spot. So where d you find him? she asked bluntly. Emmett laughed heartily.



You remember Cassidy don t you?



Mmhmm. It s hard to forget one like her. She s a beauty and a brain even a little odd at times. She fits you perfectly. Well if you were . . . nevermind.



Yes I know we d probably be married if I batted for that team so to speak. Well anyways he s been a friend of hers for years now and we ve just never met. Finally we did because he was interested in moving in when Matt moves out in a few days.



Well you be careful. Boys like him are dangerous she warned.



Out of curiosity how d you figure me out? Emmett questioned.



Honey I ve been around the block. I can tell when something s a little different. And like you said: if you were straight you and Cassidy would be married and happy even. I remember there was a time when she had the look in her eyes that I see in yours right now for Mr. Adams.



Is it that obvious? And wait Cassidy did?



Yes she did. But I knew it would pass. She s an intelligent young woman and she will find someone. And yes it s quite obvious to me darling but not to him don t worry. When you re around him you have yourself in a little shell. Cecelia paused for a moment putting her hand on his knee. You should try letting your guard down a little bit she told him gently. You could use someone.



That s the last thing I should do Cee Emmett said. That last thing I need is someone to get involved with and then break my heart. He s probably not interested in me anyways. I mean come on I m blind.



First of all your blindness means nothing if he really felt something for you. But secondly you should work that out with him. You ll have plenty of time to do so seeing as he s going to live with you. He seems grounded enough that if something falls out so to speak he won t run. He ll keep living there and be the friend you need.



I know that I was able to tell when I met him. He seems great. Emmett took a few breaths. He s attractive isn t he?



Oh honey he s one of the finest pieces of meat I ve ever set my eyes on if I m not being too subtle she responded good-naturedly. Emmett gave a small chuckle. He s a few inches taller than you he has blond hair cut short and tousled neatly and he has a body to die for which I m sure you can tell when you feel him up every time he leads you somewhere. Emmett laughed again. His face turned to a stony expression just moments afterwards.



Cee I don t know if I can do this Emmett said softly leaning forward to rest his arms on his legs.



Sure you can. I know you and you are strong enough to get through anything.



Thanks Cee. I don t know what I d do without your sage advice Emmett said.



Now I don t know about my advice being sage but I m here for you she responded. Let s get you back upstairs.



Emmett walked up got in bed and fell asleep exhausted.



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Emmett wiped the tears from his eyes and applauded as he heard the minister give Matt permission to kiss his bride. Cassidy had sat beside him holding his hand and Gavin sat on the other restraining himself from grabbing Emmett s other hand while kissing the tears away. Once the recessional music had ended the three got up and headed inside. Dinner passed quickly and Emmett was enjoying himself immensely. Finally the music started and Cassidy pulled him up.



Come on stud we need to go dance she ordered. Gavin watched them as they gyrated waltzed and swing-danced according to the music. They were definitely the two most talented dancers up there but once again Gavin found himself absorbed in Emmett. Gavin had moved in with Emmett two days earlier. He was tired he had sat on the edge of his bed staring across the hall watching Emmett sleep for the past two nights. He knew it seemed a little creepy and a lot clichГ© but Emmett was so beautiful and at peace when he slept. It gave him a sort of consolation.



Hey you look a little bored a voice said rousing him from his daydreaming. Gavin looked up to see Suzanne. And lonely. I didn t miss your transfixion.



Hey you. Why aren t you dancing with your lucky bride? he joked pointing to Matt. She laughed.



Well first of all he s a bad dancer and secondly he s on his way to the little boys room. Want to dance?



Gavin got up and danced for a while his eyes still wandering over to Cassidy and Emmett. Finally Suzanne turned his head back to her and looked him in the eyes.



You are a mess she shouted over the music. Go dance with him! Suzanne walked over to Cassidy and yanked her away from Emmett. Emmett was slightly panicked at the loss of contact until he heard Cassidy s voice.



I m getting a drink with the bride she told him quickly as a slow song came on. Emmett laughed and stood there unsure of what to do. He was clearly unable to just find his way back to his seat. Gavin saw his apprehension and walked over taking a deep breath.



Hey stranger he said putting a hand on Emmett s shoulder and bending his head down to talk into Emmett s ear. May I dance with you? Emmett heard Gavin s voice shaking as he asked this and couldn t help the smile that crept onto his face.



I would like that Emmett said back feeling the side of Gavin s face brush against his. The feeling was thrilling. Emmett put his arms around Gavin s pulling him closer and putting his hands on the back of Gavin s shoulders. He felt Gavin s hands stall awkwardly on the sides of his hips then finally move around him to his lower back. Gavin looked down at Emmett s face observing the happiness behind his eyes.



I m sorry I m so bad at this Gavin apologized.



You re not bad at it Emmett responded. You just need to be taught how.



Well you re a good teacher. I d be flattered to have you teach me.



I m flattered that you d let me Emmett responded his head reeling at the thought of dancing with Gavin again. He rested his head on Gavin s shoulder as they swayed slowly.



Look at them Cassidy said to Suzanne and Matt. The three of them looked at Emmett and Gavin awkwardly dancing exchanging a few words then settling into each other. Matt looked back at Cassidy and saw her smirking quite smugly.



You fiend he grinned. You knew.



Listen I didn t do anything. I just introduced two friends to one another. They did all the work she smirked again.



Yeah but you had a hunch Suzanne accused.



Me? Meddle with something like this? Never. Cassidy retorted sarcastically taking a sip of her champagne.



Come on you Suzanne said to Matt. It s time for us to make our exit.



We ll finally get to the best part of these shenanigans Matt smiled mischievously. Suzanne slapped him lovingly on the arm and they walked away hand-in-hand. Cassidy said her goodbyes then returned her attention to Emmett and Gavin. Another waltz had come on and she saw Emmett patiently trying to teach Gavin what he could.



Put your feet in front of mine like this Emmett told Gavin lightly grabbing his leg and positioning it. Emmett straightened and put his hand on Gavin s shoulder. Your posture is horrible right now. I know you sit with good posture because every time I sit with you your back is as straight as a board.



Gavin straightened up just as the piece ended. The two stood uncomfortably as the next song started. Cassidy approached them and led them away.



Come on you two let s head out she told them.



What time is it? Emmett asked.



Eleven but I have to be to work tomorrow by six. So I don t know about you two but I m going to split.



The three walked outside together through the parking lot.



So Cassidy continued did you two have a nice dance lesson? She looked at them and saw both men blush. I ll take that as a yes .



Cassidy left as Emmett got in Gavin s car.



Was she okay to be driving? Emmett asked.



Yeah she was fine. She didn t even finish her glass of champagne and she ate a big dinner Gavin answered starting the car. The twenty-minute drive home was quiet until Gavin had parked and they were walking into the building.



Thank you for dancing with me if you could call it that Gavin said quietly. No one has ever done that with me before.



I can tell Emmett teased then becoming serious. You re quite welcome. They walked in the doors of the building to be greeted by a good-humored Cecelia and Pete.



Well if it isn t Emmett and Mr. Adams. Why you two make a snazzy sight.

You sure do Emmett heard Pete chime in. How was the wedding?



It was wonderful Emmett answered.



Cecelia looked the two over. Emmett was clearly quite happy as told by his mannerisms. Gavin however possessed a longing behind his eyes. She watched as he looked down at Emmett affectionately and realized that he was completely hooked.



They ll end up together you know Cecelia told her husband softly as Gavin and Emmett walked up the first flight of stairs. Mark my words they are made for each other.



I think so too and even if I didn t I wouldn t argue with you Pete answered. I know better than that he smiled.



Emmett and Gavin finished the last flight of stairs and walked to the door of the apartment. Gavin opened the door for Emmett and Emmett walked in and proceeded straight to his room. Gavin went to his room changed into a pair of comfortable shorts and tee-shirt and hung his suit in the closet. Just as he was doing so he heard a small crash and what sounded like pieces rolling all over the floor and a shouted Goddamn it! He rushed out of his room and knocked on Emmett s door.



Hey Emmett everything okay in there? Silence ensued but Emmett finally spoke quietly.



Uh wow this is embarrassing but I could use a little help. Come on in he replied.



Gavin opened the door and stopped at the sight. Emmett was sitting on the floor in his tux pants wearing no shirt cufflinks and shirt studs rolling all over the floor. The box for them was lying in the corner where it had bounced after it had been thrown against the wall. Gavin however couldn t take his eyes off of Emmett. Even sitting down Emmett s muscular stomach torso back and arms were apparent. His hair was messed up and his eyes and face glowed with exasperation. Gavin knew that he would never see anything sexier so he took in the sight. He wanted so badly to wrap Emmett in his arms and never let go but reality wouldn t allow for that.



Uh Gavin you okay? Emmett asked intruding on Gavin s reverie. He could feel Gavin was still there but couldn t hear him.



Uh yeah sorry. Let me help you clean these up. Emmett could hear the edge in his voice. What happened here anyways?



I got them all out of the shirt but I couldn t find their designated places in the box Emmett said looking down. I guess I just got really flustered.



That s okay. I can t even imagine how frustrated I would get if I couldn t see. Gavin paused then realized. Oh god I m sorry. I didn t mean for it to sound like that he said quickly.



No it s fine. I understand what you meant. It s not like I can beat around the bush anymore either. I can t see and that s that. It s okay to mention it and talk about it. I m way past that phase Emmett said.



Gavin collected all of the pieces that were strewn about put them in the box closed it and handed it to Emmett after he had stood up.



Here. I don t know where you want them Gavin said softly.



Thanks Gavin. I don t know what I d do without you. Emmett wrapped his arms around Gavin in a hug. Emmett was a naturally touch-oriented person as he was blind. However touching Gavin felt different. Gavin though didn t know what to do but finally wrapped his arms around Emmett as well. The embrace lasted no longer than ten seconds before Gavin stepped away blinked and tried to swallow the lump in his throat.



No problem he croaked walking out of the room and into the kitchen. He sat on one of the chairs at the bar wondering what had happened. He had never been moved so much by anyone before nor had he ever responded so much to someone s gestures mannerisms appearance and touch. Before long Emmett wandered out into the kitchen in lounge pants and a tight sleeveless shirt yet again stealing Gavin s captivation and breath.



Want something to drink? Emmett asked completely unaware of Gavin s situation. You sounded a little dry in there.



Sure. Some water would be great Gavin said pausing and thinking. Wait what am I doing sitting here letting you get it for me. You should be sitting down and I should be getting you a drink. Gavin didn t expect that statement to irritate Emmett but it did. A lot. Emmett turned around from putting ice cubes in the glasses fire in his eyes.



Listen just because I m blind doesn t mean that you need to wait on me hand and foot. Believe it or not I could probably function without someone most of the time but there are isolated instances like the one you just witnessed that I could use a pair of eyes around here. Don t ever make the mistake of thinking that because I m blind I can t take care of myself. I m not incapable of being independent. Is that clear?



Gavin had gotten out of his seat and walked over to Emmett by the time Emmett reached his rhetorical question. Before Emmett could do anything about it Gavin had scooped him up in his arms.



I know you re quite capable of doing it yourself. The problem is I want to do it for you Gavin stated pristinely setting Emmett down in one of the chairs. Meet your match Dr. Clark.



Emmett didn t know what to do. He was so impacted by the gesture he couldn t speak. At the same time however he was so angry that Gavin had belittled him. The entire time he was filling the water glasses Gavin watched the change of emotions flutter through Emmett s eyes. Then they shut and Gavin s heart sank.



Here s your water Gavin said then walked over to the couch picked up a book and sat down to read. Emmett was livid at Gavin s brusqueness. He walked over to the couch found Gavin grabbed the book from his hands and threw it across the room. He then sat down on the table in front of the couch facing Gavin. Gavin noticed his eyes were still shut.



Do I have your attention now? Emmett asked angrily.



Uh yeah Gavin whispered surprised. Emmett opened his eyes showing both his sadness and his fury.



Good. Now let s get something straight. You are not going to take my life and my independence away? He was interrupted by Gavin s finger on his lips.



Emmett I m so sorry Gavin apologized sincerely holding Emmett s face between his hands. It was supposed to be a funny harmless gesture. I m sorry. I ll let you do whatever it is that you do on your own. Emmett suddenly blushed and shook his head out of Gavin s grasp trying not to notice the sparks from Gavin s touch and the knots in his stomach. He was so speechless from the gesture that he just sat there staring into what happened to be Gavin s eyes.



Gavin was absorbed in Emmett s gaze.



You have the most beautiful eyes Emmett Gavin whispered into the silence. Emmett immediately shut his eyes blocking the world from seeing his emotions. Gavin let out his breath slowly in disappointment as Emmett got up.



I think it s time I went to bed Emmett said walking down the hall and shutting his door.



Gavin turned out the lights walked to his room and sat on the bed. Looking up at the closed door across the hallway he put his head in his hands and started silently crying. He knew that Emmett would keep his eyes closed around him now and he knew it was his fault.



Why did I say that? Damn it Gavin cursed waiting for sleep to overtake him but it never did. He wished he had the drive to walk across the hall and apologize but he didn t. He couldn t let Emmett see him like this. Gavin lay awake staring at the ceiling small tears dripping down out of his eyes. He didn t know why or how but everything Emmett did affected him. Finally Gavin just spread out across the bed giving up on sleep.



Across the hall Emmett had been thinking about his roller coaster of emotions that evening. He knew that Gavin had feelings for him and he also knew that he had feelings for Gavin but Emmett wondered what would happen if it ended disastrously. He crawled into his bed and sighed the thoughts in his head silencing themselves unable to hear Gavin s barely audible sobs across the way.

Boys taste strawberry seduction

Bigrig Ch. 15

Bruce climbed down out of the truck with his two mugs in hand. He trudged across the parking lot where many rigs were parked side by side grumbling as the drivers slept. Each on was lit up with marker lights some more than others. The amber and red of them in the truck stop parking lot seemed to match that of a small town at Christmas.



And it seemed a dark and dismal night. One that he had not seen in a long while. A mist had formed in the air seeming to shroud everything around him. The pavement beneath him was damp. Very fine droplets were falling moistening his hair. It was cool as it touched his skin soothing the heat of his body a bit. After having Jonathan at the wheel he was heated and the chill of the finite misty rain made for a comforting finish really.



Stepping up onto the walkway he made his way to the door. Pulling it open he made tracks to the men s room right off. He stepped into the handicapped stall being it had a sink and he could sponge himself. Setting the mugs on the back of the toilet he relieved his bladder first then washed his hands and then the mugs. Finally he began to sponge using the brown paper from the dispenser. All the while he scolded himself for forgetting to bring his washcloth along.



Wetting the towel he squirted the soap onto it. Giving the paper a good squeeze he loosened his clothing beginning to wash. Making short work of it he tossed the paper in the receptacle. Pulling on the handle he tore off another sheet that he wetted then used it to rinse off all of the soap. When his body was clean of the soap he dispensed one more sheet to dry with. Now he felt better. Clean. Fresh. More alert.



Making sure he didn t forget his eyes and face he leaned over the sink wetting it one last time. Rubbing his eyes gently he felt the sleep being washed away even more. Turning off the water he dispensed another sheet of paper to dry his face and hands with. Tossing it in the trash he grabbed his mugs stepping out of the stall. He stopped short when he saw Peter there. The heals of his hands on the edge of a sink he was leaning on them waiting for him to come out of the stall.



You need not be alarmed my friend. the man spoke and Bruce suddenly coiled at the sound of his baritone voice and the thick accent in which he rolled his R s . I am here to warn you. Maurice plans to take the boy with whatever force he must use. I strongly advise that you keep watch and not tarry here much longer.



Oh I intend to leave as soon as I get me some coffee and coke. he paused looking at him curiously. Where ya from Peter? You have a distinct Russian or some kind of accent.



I am from Russia yes. Peter smiled faintly at the man s curiosity.



You re very handsome. I don t know if anyone s told you that but you are. Bruce found himself mesmerized by his eyes. The light crystalline blue of them were very distracting to him at the moment. They appeared almost transparent. The shade of blue was so pale and transcendent. He literally felt a deep love from him as he peered long into them.



Thank you my friend. And no no one has said so. the tall blonde pushed himself off the sink stepping toward him a step. His long hair fell around his shoulders as he moved shrouding his arms and chest a bit.



Bruce moaned unintentionally as he watched its length undulate minutely when he moved.



What are you? I mean you can t be human not really. Bruce s eyes now wondered over the man curiously. His disbelief that he actually existed was troubling him but only a little.



I am a man Bruce. That is all. What thoughts you may have had of me I cannot regard. I have not heard them. And I do not fly leap abnormal distances scale walls with peculiar speed or bite people on the neck. the last he threw in as humor to bring this man back to reality a bit.



Oh what a shame. Bruce grinned. That would ve made you my hero. he chuckled looking down then. I wanted to thank you for looking after Jonathan all this time. he lifted his eyes and head staring into those beautiful eyes of Peter. I hope when this is over we can get together. Have dinner with the family and talk you know. he shrugged feeling somewhat inadequate himself at the moment.



Hmm. Peter s lips curled up in a full smile now. I would like that Bruce. It has been a long time since anyone has offered such to me. I hold it in high regard and yes I will accept your offer. That is if you can trust me.



Why not? You don t plan to kill us all do you? Bruce half laughed. It was a nervous laugh hoping that no one came in seeing them standing there just talking. Although they were only talking. Then he realized his nervousness was because of his desire. What he saw standing in front of him was so very tempting to say the least.



No my friend. I have no intention of hurting anyone. I only mean to protect the boy. He has been through much already and is in need of the comforts that you and your family give him. I am pleased that you have taken him in and my work here is almost finished.



See now... Bruce stopped short thinking about that he was about to say. ...That statement makes me think you re not from here. I mean earth this world. Like you...



Ah you think I am from heaven or hell perhaps. Peter grinned. You have not seen many angels or devils have you?



No. And I did think you might be one. An angel I mean.



Peter laughed lightly. But it wasn t an obnoxious sound or one that mocked Bruce s thoughts. What I am as I told you is a man. I bleed just as you do Bruce. I breathe the same air. I think much as you do. But I will say that some of Mr. Bowman s chief s had attracted the attention of my country and when I infiltrated and reported my findings of the youth I was instructed to protect him from as much abuse and harm as possible. I was assigned to him as you would say.



Ah... Bruce now understood why he had so suddenly appeared in Jonathan s life that day. Okay then I was wrong. But you don t seem the cop type. And you don t fill the picture I have of a tough Russian.



Peter laughed again. You are very humorous Bruce. For whatever it is worth I was raised in a very loving home. Not much like the normal Russian atmosphere we traveled and I have seen much in my years. I do have compassion that reigns free in my heart. That is only because I have seen too much hate and abuse to be the same.



I m glad of that. And I hope you don t allow it either.



You should go. Tony will begin to worry and come find you. Leaving Jonathan unprotected is not the good thing right now.



Yes... Bruce stepped forward but Peter didn t move away. He stopped again looking up at his angelic face.



Watch your mirrors my friend. he almost whispered.



Bruce nodded realizing the man had taken to opportunity of their closeness to say this. He watched him step aside then stand watching as he went to the door. A shiver came over him suddenly. He could feel the man s eyes on him burning hotly through him.



Quickly he pulled the door open leaving the restroom into the store. He made short work of fixing his coffee the way he liked it and then filling his larger mug with coke. After paying for the two he rushed out the door and to the truck.



Where the hell have you been! I almost went in lookin for ya. I started the think somethin had happened. Tony fussed.



Bruce didn t say anything but got into the driver s seat and started doing his logbook.



Are you alright? Tony leaned forward looking into Bruce s face better.



Yeah I just need to get the fuck outta here. he hurriedly completed the log tossing the leather book into the pouch again. Grabbing the shifter he pushed the brake in and started the truck moving forward.



Okay Bruce... Tony now gave him a look of worry. ...What happened? You look like you just seen a ghost.



Maybe I did. Bruce concentrated on pulling out of the confined space and out the driveway. He maneuvered the rig back onto the interstate beginning to speed down the highway as fast as he could go.



He studied his long time friend and lover. Knowing him since they were kids he knew something was wrong with him. It wasn t like him to be so distant and muted withdrawn. And the fact that he wouldn t tell him just troubled him to no end.



Keeping an eye on the speedometer it was more than obvious as Bruce was very careful with his truck. He often babied it took very good care of it knowing she might not leave him stranded somewhere if he did.



Bruce... Tony had remained silent until he was up to over 80 miles per hour. ...What s eatin you?



Where s Jonathan? Bruce glanced over at him asking then.



He s in the bunk waitin on me why?



We have to keep our eyes open Tony. It won t be relaxed the rest of the trip. Just trust me and ask me no more questions. Bruce looked over at him holding up a hand when he started to say something.



Okay... Tony sighed heavily. He knew that when Bruce was like this not to test him. Do you want me to stay up with ya?



No you need to rest but keep the curtain open a little in case I have to call ya.



Okay... Tony stood then. You need to relax a little Bruce. I can see yer all worked up about somethin . And I trust yer judgment but could you slow down just a little?



Bruce looked at the dash realizing he was doing 90. He flipped the switch quickly slowing her down. Thanks Tony. I...



Say no more. Just keep yer mind on business and we won t get hurt.



Bruce nodded as Tony stepped into the sleeper disappearing behind the curtain. And he left it as it was in case Bruce had to call him. In Tony s absence he mulled over everything he and Peter had said to each other. And he did hope that the man would have dinner with them. Then he could have Peter for dessert or breakfast perhaps.



He grinned at that thought. Then glanced in the rear view on his left. He saw the headlights a far distance behind him and wondered if that was Maurice. It was gaining speed on him at a fast rate and the thought crossed his mind that it could be a cop. Of course if Peter was with him it would be a cop. He grinned again amused by his scattered thoughts.



The car overtook him passing him on the left. It sped on down the road relieving Bruce s tension for the moment. Darkness was all he could see behind him now for miles.



*****



Tony wrapped his arms around Jonathan kissing him long and fervently. His manhood slipped into him hard and throbbing. A soft moan escaped the two simultaneously. Jonathan s legs wrapped around him. He arched to meet his thrust.



The anticipation of him coming back to the bunk and making love to him had elevated to an almost unbearable height. Ah but now he was there and his strong arms were enclosing him. His hard body was gliding against him. And his strong hardened length was impaling him just as he had wanted.



The air mattress they were laying on seemed to be firm beneath Jonathan. And Tony was even firmer above him. His body was so hard and muscled. He loved the feel of this man. And he so much wanted to achieve a build like his.



As for now at 18 years old he looked like a prune more than not. What build he might have had was all gone. He was gaining that weight though he knew. And it was all going in the right places. But he wanted to be strong and healthy again. Strong like Tony and Bruce. Healthy like both of them and Greg.



Tony pushed into him again. His pace was a moderate one. And yet his body seemed to slam into Jonathan s with a vengeance. He grunted as he pressed the side of his head against the kid s enjoying the feel of him molded to his body. Yielded and conformed to him in such a way that made him more than just aroused by him.



I love the way you feel kid. he whispered into his ear. I may not be able to get enough of you tonight.



I m here Tony. I ll stay with you as long as you like. I m not goin anywhere.



I know. he came up on his elbows that sunk into the mattress a bit. Staring down into his face he then grasped his arms bringing them up over his head. He liked to hold them there making him feel even more in control of the youth. Plus he knew Jonathan would become even more excited by it. So he did it.



He watched as he rocked his body upward slamming into Jonathan s body hard purposeful. Then he eased up a little allowing them to calm some not wanting this to end so soon. Jonathan had really gotten him hot with the fantasy they lived out over the steering wheel. And he was no more ready to quit than the man in the moon.



Come on Tony...fuck me. Jonathan goaded softly yet he emphasized the fuck me part with some firmness.



Tony groaned as he slammed into him again. He watched Jonathan s head tilt back his chin jutting high in the air. It occurred to him that the kid might be reliving a moment of his past.



Jonathan look at me. Tony suddenly felt jealous of whomever it might be that the kid was thinking about. ...It s me not whoever s on yer mind.



Jonathan gave him a strange expression then that told the man he was right. He could read his expressions quite well now and knew Jonathan silently asked himself how he knew.



Tony grinned slightly not answering. Instead he lightened his thrust again. The pressure was building and he was so hot. He even slowed it down to prolong it even more.



God Tony... Jonathan moaned. ...Yer drivin me crazy.



Good... the man grinned wider.



Tony had to shift a little to draw his weight onto the elbow of the hand that kept the youth s hands trapped in it. He suddenly grasped his lower jaw leaning down to ravage his mouth. With every sweep of his tongue he more or less told him he was his alone. The depth was far more than he had ever kissed him before.



Jonathan arched more pressing his pelvis against the man keeping contact with his body. Each movement the man made rubbed his length drawing him closer to completion. And he pushed onto him with a force to compensate for the man having lulled as he had. But it wasn t the same it just wasn t enough.



Tony began again to slam into him. Jonathan grunted disconnecting their mouth to take a deep breath that sounded almost like a gasp.



No Jonathan... Tony groaned with a hint of disappointment as the kid s head came up pressing his forehead against the man s shoulder. He resounded a long satisfying moan contracting around the man as he spasmed. Another follow and yet another that filled the sleeper invading the front cab.



Tony released his hands pushing up onto his plowing into the youth to maintain his orgasm. Though he had hoped he would wait on him he wouldn t begrudge him the experience by stopping.



And Jonathan s arms immediately went around the man pulling his body as close as he could manage. His head rocked back as he called out his release still though it was calming.



Finally Jonathan relaxed again. He kept his pace with Tony as he breathed wildly still. Staring up at him he silently begged for another with the expression in his eyes on his face. The man grinned lewdly giving an unspoken promise of more.



*****



Bruce kept the rig barreling down I-20 as he listened to Tony and Jonathan in the back. He leaned over the wheel a little allowing a hand to wander over his own body. The sounds they were making had sparked a terrible need in him. His manhood twinged beginning to swell. It sent a wave of sensation washing over his body that caused every pour to rise.



Slowly he pushed the buttons through the holes until he could manage to play with a nipple without too much frustration. The other hand on the wheel he guided the truck down the road with the cruise set. His hand slipped inside the front of the shirt. The fingers seeking out it goal.



Finding it they toyed with the raised flesh deftly. Secretly molesting himself on his own. A tug on it along with a gentle squeeze made him moan lightly. It wasn t the same as having someone else do it but it was good at any rate for him at least.



Bringing the hand up to his mouth he moistened his finger and thumb. The hand disappeared again wetting the nipple. He then pulled the shirt back turning his head down to blow in it as best he could. Then he reached for the console turning up the air. It suddenly gave him a blast of cold sensation causing him to gasp lightly. The nipple became rigid as hard as his maleness was at the moment.



Taking it between the two digits again he squeezed the aching flesh gently. His breathing elevated a little the excitement of stimulation coming over him. Another tug a soft twist and he almost sucked air between his teeth.



His hand abandoned it only to move down over his body to his thigh. Allowing his thumb to pass over his length the familiar wave moved over him once again. His member twitched pressing against the confines of his jeans. He groped at his sacks through the material giving them a gentle grip. Pressing them lightly to his body he let the hand come up over his strong throbbing hard on.



Up to the tip he moved the hand slowly back down. Over and again he did this listening to Jonathan and Tony. And as the youth sung that familiar song of release he gradually eased his zipper down. Reaching in he drew it out leisurely stroking himself.



*****



Tony... Jonathan whined to the man again not long after his first orgasm in the bunk.



I know baby. the man breathed it rushing into the youth s face over and again. Sporadic waves of warmth and moisture huffed into his face and were met with the same from the kid. ...Just let it go. I ll catch up to ya in a minute. he said between laden breaths.



And it was as if the man had opened a flood gate for the youth. He turned his head up pressing that forehead against his shoulder. He shoved his body onto Tony harder than usual. Pushing back as he relaxed he forced himself on him again. His bottom seemed to recoil each time he did helping his momentum. Clinging to the man tight he slammed against his body once more. Then his head was thrown back and he let out a cry that filled the sleeper and cab relentlessly



Yes baby... Tony s vocal expression was unchecked as he felt the strong contractions deep inside him that caused a chain reaction for him. He pressed firmly against his body then groaning with Jonathan s outcries. They matched the other in an simultaneous rhythm time after time.



It heightened Jonathan s orgasm feeling Tony pulse each time he tightened around him. Almost sending him through the roof with its intensification. At the first of it he gasped suddenly crying even louder. His body trembled violently as the amplification grew to a point he almost couldn t bare it. Tears filled his eyes it was so strong. He forced himself not to scream because of the power of his release.



Tony felt it. He knew Jonathan was having a most incredible orgasm. And his was no different from the effect of the matched rhythm and Jonathan s reactions. He fought to not stop in keeping with his pace. It was so hard for him not to. This was just more than he had ever known with this kid. And when was it going to end?



His voice rose with Jonathan s mounting to a peek at one point that almost matched his in frequency and depth. His quivering body nearly succeeded in halting his movements at one point. But the man persisted in maintaining no matter how hard it was for him.



*****



Bruce stroked his length still at such a leisurely pace. He could hear the two in the back mounting in breathing and moans that told him they were about to come again. His hand glided up the shaft a little faster now. Almost in keeping with the pace of their oncoming release.



Then suddenly Jonathan whined Tony s name. He smiled as the kid did that so often especially when he was trying so hard to wait for his partner. Tony s reply to it didn t surprise him at all. He would have said the same if it were him. The strong slap of their bodies immediately followed. Another came after in a steady rhythm. One more and Jonathan was crying out.

He squeezed his hard on a bit listening to Jonathan coming. It suddenly escalated which surprised him somewhat. Tony s voice joined the youths in a strong groan that was much louder than usual.



He was jealous now. How he wished he could join them. But someone had to tote this tin can to Deming. And if he stopped Maurice would catch up again. Damn what a predicament. Well maybe when they re done Jonathan can come up here and suck my cock. He thought.



*****



Jonathan wheezed as his body finally began to settle. He collapsed onto the mattress beneath him trying to catch his breath. Tony plopped atop him making it difficult for him. But he didn t mind. He loved the feel of the man to begin with. They had halted all movement except for snatching air into their lungs. And even that didn t last all that long.



They quieted both of them exhausted now. Tony rose up a bit giving Jonathan a good sound kiss. When he pulled away he rested as before atop the youth drifting right off to sleep. Jonathan followed his descent into the blissful world of peace and solace.



*****



It was quiet now and Bruce waited for someone to come up front with him. A long time he waited finally realizing there wouldn t be anyone to keep him company. It disappointed him a little but he really didn t mind. He was use to being alone most of the time. Yet it played havoc on his mind knowing they were there. And all he wanted was someone to just sit with him for a few minutes maybe lick him like a lollypop.



He glanced into the rear view on his left as he had for the hundredth time in the last few minutes. Another set of headlights were a long distance behind him. They didn t seem to be speeding at all. Just hanging out there about a mile or so away.



It could be Maurice but he didn t think that was his style. Maurice seemed to be one of those that liked to jump in with both feet. He gave his member one last tug then pushed it back in its confines enclosing it there. If he tried to jerk off he would wreck and he knew it so there was no point in attempting really.



The throbbing ache of it distracted him for a long time keeping him awake as he strolled down the avenue. His mind became lost in the memories of past moments with the people he loved so much. Greg and his need but the tender moments they had shared Tony and his struggle to get off when he got worried. And then Jonathan. Oh what a delight that kid has been for him. His mind lingered on the kid for over an hour. It maintained his hard on yet it shrunk a bit thankfully.



When he looked back again the headlights had snuck up on him. They were right behind his trailer. Able to partially see the lights on the road he couldn t see the car anymore. He sat up in his seat taking notice of it. A lot of four wheelers do that. And they just don t realize how dangerous that is. He told himself. But this just didn t feel right.



Suddenly the car whipped out from around the end of the trailer. It sped up toward the cab of the truck.



Tony! he shouted just as a shot was fired at him. He ducked and the truck swerved dangerously toward the shoulder. Oh my god! he struggled to maintain the wheel as he guided it back onto the road. They bounced as the right of the truck was rolling on the uneven dirt and grass.



Tony Santini! he called louder trying to keep his head down and the rig under control at the same time while shot after shot came one after another.



I m coming... the man lunged from the back. He rubbed his eyes trying to wake up. Standing there he saw Bruce hunkered down like a turtle and wondered about it.



Another shot put him on his knees suddenly. Automatically he reached behind him pulling out his revolver. Where is the mother fucker Bruce?



He s right beside me on my door.



Well run his ass off the road! Tony shouted in his excitement. If he hit s yer steer yer a goner man!



Tony took the chance at standing. He stretched looking out the mirror at the dark car beside them and Maurice practically hanging out the window.



Oh you think yer smart you fuckin asshole... he lunged for the window wanting that man worse than anything. All his life he had wanted to plug a hole in him so bad. He suddenly grasped Bruce s shoulder jerking him back and against the seat.



Trying to maintain a clear view for Bruce he reached firing a few shots at the man and the car. Take that you mother fucker! he shouted at Maurice who looked up in surprise that Tony was even in the truck with Bruce.



Ha! He didn t know I was here Bruce. he reached down cranking the window down more. Now Tony turned parking in Bruce s lap leaning against the door as the car suddenly fell back quite a bit. Stretching his arm out the window he began to fire at the car repetitively. Sparks flew as the bullets glanced off or became imbedded where they made their mark.



The car ducked behind the trailer for a minute.



Damn Bruce... Tony stood again. ...What is he up to?



I don t know but I m not stickin round to find out. Bruce dropped the hammer. The truck began to accelerate.



Another shot rang. Tony ducked squatting as he turned to see where it came from. That stupid ass is on the shoulder Bruce. On yer right side.



I see im.



Ease over... Tony ordered. He got on his knees rolling the passenger window down.



Bruce moved left a little not understanding what Tony had in mind at the moment. He was in such a state of confusion. He didn t know which way was up.



Right Bruce... move right. Run his ass off the damn road babe! Tony fussed.



I don t wanna wreck my truck! Bruce retorted.



Look... Tony suddenly grasped the man s arm. Bruce glanced at him then into the mirror and back to the windshield. ...Settle down Bruce. You ve gotta think. Don t let them assholes get to ya. Think man. Don t panic. Keep your mind and wits aboutchya. I need yer help. Now if you can ease him off the road. At the speed he s goin he ll wreck that piece o shit.



Okay I getchya now. the man smiled at Tony. He looked into the mirror easing the rig to the right. The car followed at the same speed and momentum. The truck kept coming. Onto the shoulder it started. The car was soon on the grass slowing down dramatically.



Bruce kept his eyes in the right rear view watching as it stopped completely. He kept going not daring to slow down. In a couple minutes the car was out of sight completely.



Whew... Bruce slumped suddenly.



Don t relax yet. He s just gettin his shorts cleaned out. He probably didn t expect you to use yer head. But he ll be ready for ya next time. So you keep yer head on and think. Tony admonished. He reloaded his weapon as fast as he could. I m glad I brought that extra box o shells. he commented as he snapped the cylinder in line with the barrel.



Hey when this is over and we get home I d like to borrow yer handcuffs. Would ya mind? Bruce asked out of the blue.



Tony let out a guffaw. Sure man. Whatever you d like. he answered when he finally settled. What a time to think about it though. he commented looking in each rear view to see if Maurice had caught his second wind or not.



As good a time as any... Bruce looked over at him smiling.



Yer somethin Bruce. I guess that s why I love ya so damn much. Yer a hard ass sometimes. But I m really comin to love that aboutchya more and more.



Well if ya wouldn t be such a jerk at times I wouldn t have to get hard with ya. Bruce retorted.



Tony shook his head negatively. You re not listenin are ya?



Yes I heard ya. You ve got to where you love that about me.



Yeah I do creep. Tony glanced back in the rear view again.



Bruce chuckled. What the hell did ya do to Jonathan back there to get him all riled up?



Tony laughed. Well when he started comin I started comin and we was comin together. It was pretty hard man.



Well I know y all was comin together but...



No I mean at the same time... he grimaced knowing he wasn t getting his point across. At the same time he was squeezin me I was pulsin in him...



OOOH! Bruce s face lit up with realization. Damn man. That musta been good.



It was here e comes.... Tony s attention was fully in the mirror watching a set of headlights coming up behind them at a high rate of speed.



Now look... he turned to Bruce. You try to stay as calm as possible and drive. I ll take care o the rest. And think Bruce. If you see a opportunity to force im in the ditch do it. he stood coming toward him leaning to look out the rear view on Bruce s side.



The car raced right up the left side without slowing down. Tony parked in Bruce s lap again leaning out the window a bit. He stretched his arm beginning to fire at the car before Maurice had a chance to reciprocate. The windshield shattered on the driver s side as Tony was aiming for the driver. Maurice kicked it out revealing Peter at the wheel.



Shit... Tony ducked back inside to calm his abrupt adrenal rush. ...I almost shot Peter. he informed Bruce suddenly.



Don tchyou hurt that man. Jonathan would never forgive you.



Tony recalled the moment over and again in seconds. He remembered that Maurice had kicked the windshield out revealing the fact.



Maurice you fuckin whore.... Tony barked suddenly. You mother fuckin whore! he shouted.



What Tony? Bruce coiled at his sudden outburst.



He knew I would aim for the driver to stop em. He s trying to kill Peter. I told ya! he slapped the dash hard with a flat hand standing at the same time. Where the fuck is that cracker! Tony lunged for the window again. I m gonna kill you Maurice! he shouted at him.



Come on Santini! the man roared back but was barely heard for the speed of the wind carrying his words away with it. Prove it!



Ooh you... he plopped down in Bruce s lap aiming right at the man. Squeezing a round off Maurice ducked in before it hit him. Son of a bitch... Tony muttered. Step on the brakes Bruce.



Huh?



Slow down get im in front of ya. Tony looked right into his face as he leaned on the door.



Suddenly Bruce reached for the console realizing what he meant to do. He waited for a second then let his foot off the gas. The truck rumbled slowing dramatically. The car sped by until it was well in front of them. Bruce turned the wheel a little coming in behind it. Mashing the gas he began to gain on the car quickly.



It suddenly occurred to him that he had the advantage. An 80 000 pound truck was a terrible weapon if he used it right. He let off the gas a bit to slow it down some as they began to barrel up to the back of the car. He didn t want to hurt Peter if he could help it but Maurice he could give a damn about.



They didn t feel a thing when the truck glanced the rear of the car. He could see that Peter was struggling to maintain control so he backed off just a tad. Mashing the gas again he slammed into the back of the car suddenly. As soon as it made contact he let off once more. They watched the car bolt and swerve right. It skidded in a full 360 degree turn coming to a sudden stop.



Bruce mashed on it again taking off away from the car. They just barely missed it on the driver s side. Bruce still watching winced thinking they would but didn t Tony saw Maurice put the barrel of his pistol to Peter s head. Without a thought he lunged for the passenger window firing at the man right away. Either he killed Maurice or the man would shoot Peter. He knew that.



Out of range the shot barely deflected off the hood. But he saw Maurice jump tossing his hands up suddenly. Tony laughed out. Gotchya you mother fucker. he muttered. I have gotta take this man down before he shoots Peter. he mumbled reloading his weapon again.



Easy sport. Don t be so hard on yerself. You ll getchyer chance at im.



I gotta Bruce. He s threatenin im already. Tony glanced up from his work.



I didn t see that. But still...



A shot rang out causing them both to duck. Peter was back on the passenger door and Maurice was aiming over the roof of the car. Tony didn t have a clear shot at the man. So he just winged it hoping it would plug a hole in him. God I can t stand that man. If there s anyone I have ever hated it is him. Tony sat in the seat again complaining.



Then do somethin about it Tony! Bruce quipped.



Tony stared at him long until another shot made them duck. He spun to the window firing at the roof of the car. Each shot he fired seemed to miss over and again as the varying differentials of the road would ward off his aim. Still he was able to keep from hitting Peter thankfully. He tried to see to that.



Bruce watched in the mirror until Tony became frustrated at each failed attempt to kill Maurice or stop him whichever came first. He finally began to turn the wheel a bit coming over on the car somewhat. The car jerked away and Bruce moved over crowding it toward the right shoulder. Soon Peter was driving on the shoulder trying desperately to keep from moving onto the deeply sloped ditch.



But Bruce kept coming. Slowly meeting the car with the trailer. He watched Peter duck away from the frame of the trailer then loose control of the car. He watched horrified as it rolled over and over again. Tony glanced back at Bruce then the accident that was happening as they slowed quickly. Finally it rolled out of sight.



I know Peter s alright Bruce. Tony commented. If he is what you say he won t be hurt at all.



Bruce stared at the road pulling off onto the shoulder. He had a lump in his throat the size of Texas itself. And he didn t have any idea what he would tell Jonathan when the kid woke up. Then it suddenly occurred to him that Jonathan should have awakened when the first shot was fired.



Tony go check on Jonathan would you? he pulled the brake grabbing his cell phone to call 911.



Tony jumped up rushing to the back realizing the same thing when he did. Jerking the curtain open he raced to the bunk looking the kid over. He noticed that the air mattress was deflated and the youth seemed to be sleeping his chest rising and falling steadily. Shaking him he called his name loudly.



Jonathan...



But the youth didn t move. Ah man...Bruce! he shouted seeing blood begin to ooze from a wound in his left side.



What Tony. Bruce stepped back to look over his shoulder. Jesus! he cried. Is he alive?



Tony was checking him over more as Bruce crowded him to see asking as he did. Yeah he s still breathin man. Get an ambulance out here.



I already called for one. the man returned quickly.



Better get two out here then. Tony retorted grabbing a clean towel out of the closet. He blotted the wound on Jonathan s side looking as best he could. Letting it go he grasped the youth s shoulder and hip rolling him onto his right side. There he could see that the wound was through and through. But he didn t see where it came up through the bunk at all to begin with. And at the angle of the wound it entered oddly.



Finally he found the hole in the mattress. He grabbed another towel out of the closet. Bundling it up he put it underneath the wound gently rolling Jonathan onto his back again. Placing the other towel atop the exit wound he pressed with the heal of his hand to try and stop the bleeding.



Hearing the sirens he called up front to Bruce but there was no answer. He wondered if the man had gotten out looking at the trailer.



*****



Bruce climbed down out of the truck concerned about Peter too. Rushing around the front he inspected the damage to the trailer on the passenger side for a second. It was minimal. So he raced along the shoulder as fast as he could to the car not thinking of the danger in doing so.



When he came upon the vehicle it was crushed. Demolished completely. The roof was crushed to the frame of the doors. Nothing of the windshield was left. The front and rear of the car was bent upward. But then it ended up on its wheels. There is no way they got out. He thought then started down the incline to check.



Stooping he looked in through the thin slit of the window frame that was left to see Peter lying over on Maurice s thighs. Looking down the man s legs were pinned beneath the steering wheel and dash. Maurice was lying against the doorframe and seat his body slid down so far it was difficult to tell if he was breathing or not.



Peter... Bruce called to him grasping the door handle.



The man moaned softly moving a bit.



No don t move Peter. You re back could be broken. Just lie still. he tugged hard on the door until it gave a little. Then grasping the frame of the door he lifted the handle jerking hard. It gave way coming open as Bruce used his entire body and strength to force it open.



He leaned into the car checking Peter as best he could. Just lay still man. Don t move around at all. The rescue people are coming to getchya. You ll be fine. he kept talking to the man to keep him calm and roused.



Is Jonathan alright? Peter s weakened voice asked knowing Maurice had fired that one shot right at the bunk. His words were slurred and almost difficult to understand because of his accent.



He s fine Peter. You don t need to worry. Bruce encouraged though he wasn t at all telling him the truth. But he knew if he did Peter might not make it.



Pushing the mass of hair back out of his face he saw that Peter had received many injuries from the roll over maybe even a concussion. Searching around he looked for something to clean some of the blood from his face and forehead to look at the damages. But he couldn t find any. So he ripped a piece of the tail of his shirt beginning to dab here and there.



Man you ve gotta nasty cut on yer head. That s gonna hurt tomorrow.



Peter started to chuckle then sucked air suddenly. I think I broke a few ribs too.



Maybe not. You might just be sore from the tumbling around. You got tossed pretty badly Peter. he kept his voice down knowing he could have a terrible throbbing headache.



He began to check the rest of the man for major injuries that could be seen easily. Undoing his shirt quickly he checked him thoroughly. He found a few bruises beginning to discolor dramatically. But nothing else was bleeding that he could tell.



You ve got some bruising on your side babe. That could be the reason for your discomfort. It looks pretty nasty but I m sure it ll heal pretty quickly.



Maurice moaned beginning to move some. Bruce froze looking over at him.



Go Bruce... Peter whispered



No I won t leave you here defenseless. he retorted.



The man on the far side suddenly jumped hearing Bruce s voice. He groped for his revolver not finding it. Bruce lunged across the car belting him hard under the jaw. The man slid back into the position he had been in.



Now why did I not think of that? Peter mumbled.



Bruce laughed then heard the sirens coming from a far off. You re help wagon has arrived sir. he teased.



Thank you Bruce. Now go on before they accuse you of trying to murder me. the man advised.



Bruce backed out of the car rushing up to the shoulder and the road. He waved his arms at the ambulance that veered toward him.

Watch a sissy cute gay getting fucked real hard for a drink. It has never been easier to lure a silly dilly into a nice drill, and sure enou...

Through Man a Mighty River Flows

Hair: black long straight as the trajectory of sinking moon on a hot summer night. Face: young narrow eyes stubbled tanned by the sun of unwholesome lusts. Chest: narrow hard graven like pale stone. Jeans: faded ripped packed full where it matters.



The smoke swirls and he looms in the door like a bone in the soup of desire. Behind him the night is black and hot as a gullet his hair tangles with it. His eyes narrow and scan the bar. The doorman says something to him. His lips curl and he spits.



He s a hot one this one.



No shirt. Tendrils of black hair tickle his tiny little nipples into sharp points. The black death s head tattooed on the left biceps is violent and fresh a warning a promise both. A rampant stallion rears on the right. A tattooed chain encircles him along the line of his diaphragm just below where the hard stones of his pectorals transition to the rippled plane of male abdomen.



A droplet of spit drops from my protruding tongue and shines a pearl which oozes onto my table.



He sees me in mid drool. The snarl turns into a smile. He gives the doorman the fuck-you finger heads toward me. Boots thud on the concrete. Eyes turn pair by pair as he passes the guys at the bar. Eyes appraise him the attributes up front the hardness exhibited in back. His eyes glint like polished silver his chest is armor plate.



He takes a chair across the table from me. He raises a finger and the wait-boy scurries over and kneels beside him. He leans over and licks wait-boy s sweaty forehead. An erection surges inside the wait-boy s leather jock.



Budweiser he says. Cold. Now.



The wait-boy returns within seconds.



Fingers curl around the frigid bottle. To lips glistening like an orgasmic woman s labia he brings it. Eyes dark and shiny as burnished maple dance as he drinks. In the sparse dark hairs under his arm sweat droplets scintillate.



He toasts something unseen with a slight gesture towards me. His skin is so taut over his chest I can see the muscle fibers move. Road s dusty dude he says. He drinks again long. Foam boils at the folds of his lips and trickles through the stubbled goatee. It drips in measured rhythm from square chin. Dusty.



I ve got a hard dick in my jeans. Had one since I saw him. He s that kind of man. I got so hard in my jock I busted it. My hard length like an iron drill ripped the ribbed pouch off the straps.



I hadn t jumped when it because I d been staring at him. Which you know.



Ya listenin ? he asks. Fingers callused by a guitar s metal strings pinch my tit.



Yeah I say jerking.



His neck shines with beer spilt on himself. His bottle s already empty. He reaches over and takes my mug. I ll give this back later. He drains it in one gulp.



He crooks a finger at the wait-boy who has fled to a spot beside the bar where he yaks with the bartender about the headbanger the beer and the muscle jock. Wait-boy looks up comes running. The headbanger grabs wait-boy by the jock puts his tongue down his throat. Letting go he says Keep bringing me beer.



Wait-boy nods. In seconds another bottle of Budweiser sweats in front of that shirtless man. Before he drinks it he reaches over grabs my pack of Marlboroughs and draws one out. He lights it the tobacco burns like a hot cock a hot cock he s consuming.



The sulfurous smell of a freshly-ignited match fills my nostrils. I ask him What s your name?



He laughs. Tell you later.



Over his shoulder a neon Budweiser sign winks ticking off the beers he quaffs. He inhales his beer as if he were an alien needing oceans of beer to breathe. Between each bottle he burns a cigarette. While that sign marks the passing minutes he stares at me eyes roving. He doesn t speak just lets his gaze do the communicating.



I never understood the phrase feast your eyes until I saw his crotch.



If men were horses they d fill their 501s the way this dude does. They d turn the faded blue denim into a mass of strings desperately trying to restrain the piece of flesh only true studs have and true whores enjoy. If men were horses they d have to redesign jeans with a special cockpouch in the thighs which is what this guy needs -- extra fabric for the extra meat. If men were horses they would breed with other men and produce a herd of colts with this stud s outstanding genetics.



Beer after beer goes down. His belly swells and distends. He looks more and more pregnant. While it grows he scouts me like cavalry mapping and exploring new territory to conquer.



Then he grins at me.



A hand drops down to his jeans and my eyes follow it. Long callused fingers trail through his belly hair to the corroded button. He undoes it. The second button is already undone masked by the fly. The fabric pops open.



One snap and already we re halfway to heaven.



The fly is open and the smoky air in the bar mingles with the upper strands of his pubic hair. Pubic hair loosely curled kinky version of the unruly mop on his head.



When my eyes go back to his face I see his mirth a will o the wisp in the swampy air.



He puts one hand behind his head his elbow jutting out. Sweat rolls down his triceps darkening the hair matted in his pits moving slowly in step with the cold sweat oozing from his beer bottle. It dangles on the sharp edge of his elbow before breaking free.



This dude stinks of a locker room. It s not a musk nothing pansy assed -- it s a reek sharp and overwhelming. The NFL s dirty jockstrap bin. Jerseys from both teams in the Rose Bowl. Compression shorts fresh from the Chicago Bulls. Cups from the Penguins. Black tee-shirts from Metallica concerts. Tarzan s loincloth. It kicks you hard lets you know that it s him sitting across the beer-wet table he s the stud and there are no others.



He takes the Bud drains the dregs sits the bottle on the table. Foam drips from his square jaw. A long belch erupts from his gullet and I smell barley.



He laughs knowing I could stare at him the entire night knowing he has me.



I pinch the head of my cock. I ve not creamed my jeans since seventh grade but damn if I m not about to.



The slap explodes against my face.



Don t he says with eyes slitted eyes focused as microscopes analyzing me my motives my soul. Put your hands on the table.



I do. I do. I do. Never been a slave never wanted to be -- till his slap.



He leans back with wary eyes watching me and the red bloom spreading over my right cheek. Satisfied he puts his feet on the edge of the table pushes back rocking his chair onto two legs. Precarious but he knows what he does. He suspends himself there black hair swinging free behind him. The hair spills over his forehead rolls over his shoulder to cover his narrow chest.



Now he grins as if he knows something everything nothing -- doesn t care. His belly swollen from his oceans of beer presses the flaps of his fly open.



Man he says I fuckin love beer. His eyes fix on the spot where I drooled on the table. Where the drool had pooled under my tongue. When I saw him and fell for him. Thirsty?



I don t move. I m a butterfly. His eyes are pins. My lungs pump to imbibe his reek.



He nods knowing what my silence means. He slides a hand over his belly those hard muscles straining to contain the yellow pressure within. Down to the fly and the nest of pubic hair. The last button is undone. I hear the last tab of metal sing as it springs free of the frayed fabric.



Smell of a cock reek of a man s balls stench of a urinal -- my nostrils burn flare. I moan.



He reaches in. Puts a second hand down there. Fingers move in the denim. I see one poke through the mass of strings. He grins shyly like a boy doing wrong. Then he pulls hauling on his cock like a boatswain s mate handling rope. The ridge on the inside of his right thigh retracts rapidly.



All I can see of him are those denim-bound thighs. Those working hands. The stinking pits rich with sweat. I want to consume the bacteria that makes that aroma.



The rope that s his cock flops out.



I shudder.



Pretty big he says. My pride. Your joy. I can tell you like.



My knuckles clamp like a vise on the table edge and it shakes with my pounding heart. I m the casing around Fat Man on 6 August 1945 nanoseconds after the command to fire. The heat wells within the crystalline structure of the metal begins to shatter into shards the neutron flux is at its greatest. The eighty-first generation of neutrons from the chain reaction is about to burst forth a dawn that crisps flesh.



He grips his prick by the base where the wiry hairs cluster thick as a pack of dogs around fresh meat. He angles it upward. It s too long it flops down over his hand long inches still hanging free just like his wild hair.



He laughs. Bitchin ain t it?



The sight of his cock held loose in his callused fingers has dried my drool. It was as if someone had stuck a straw in my mouth and sucked out all my spit. The magnesium flare of lust has consumed all moisture. My mouth is the arid province of sandworms melange creosote bushes.



He circles two fingers just behind the head. Lifts the meat. Points it upright. A bight of it hangs in catenary arc between the points of suspension. It s fat as a sausage. His slit looks wide as a small pussy wide enough to fuck with a little cock. You could sink your ring finger up his urethra.



Dark hair falls like the shade of night into his eyes. He looks at me deadly serious. Thirsty?



Motionless silence eloquent as a plea.



Me first.



The pisshole opens.



The stream shoots into the air with the force of an ABM. It arcs high gleams a sparkling pillar of pee six feet high. He tilts his head back and his mouth opens. The pillar bends like a rubber rod curves into a hook falls. So perfectly guided it looks as if it s aimed directly down his throat. Doesn t touch his lips. Doesn t touch his tongue which he extends and which is amazingly long. It just pours directly down his throat.



I hear the hollow spattering noises as the piss ceases impacting his uvula and starts to land in the pool filling the back of his mouth. It sounds like water pouring from a faucet in a huge tiled reeking urinal.



Golden fluid starts to trickle from the sides of his mouth. He squeezes his pisshole shut. The effort of it alters the subtle geometry of the cockhead. The last droplets spatter his face his hair.



Lips close head goes upright. His cheeks are puffed. He looks like a gum-chewing boy caught in an unexpected rain shower. His cheeks shift and move as he swirls it with the expertise of a vintner tasting his own product.



One gulp. It s gone. He smacks his lips. He leans forward putting his feet on the floor. His exhalation of Ah! goes directly into my face and the smell of pee freshly made and freshly consumed makes my tits go so hard I could shoot sperm-thick globs of milk from them.



It s good he says and good for you. Laughs. Real good. Thirsty?



I nod once jerky like a robot.



He walks the chair back. He holds out that piece of flesh at maybe a sixty degree angle from the horizontal. His eyes narrow like a surveyor s he makes slight adjustments.



Behind him in the miasma of Marlborough smoke constellate eyes blink in time with the pink Budweiser sign.



The stream explodes against my forehead and my eyes burn as the agony of piss flows into them. It gushes over my nose. The heat advances a slimy tide engulfing my lips. The impact point -- a warm flower -- lowers between my eyes precisely down the bridge of my nose. A thick fog of urine sprays from my face raising goosebumps on my arms. I can t breathe don t care because the power and force of this guy penetrates my epidermis with the sure precision of a scalpel.



What a mastery of ballistics he has. The arc intersects with the gaping cave of my mouth. An oily saltiness floods it. Delicious tingles explode in my mouth. My eyes water as if the smoke from a campfire is being blown into my face. Piss floods the spaces between my teeth collect in the sacks between cheeks and gums just where chipmunks store food.



My throat throbs into frenetic activity as I gulp.



Then it stops and I blink rapidly. My tears start washing golden salt from my eyes. He s a tanned blur crowned with the color of night a spitting cobra rearing from between his legs.



He stands.



More I croak.



Wait.



I wipe the pee from my eye lashes and as the neon sign pulses it slowly becomes easier to see. The bar patrons have pressed close. Plenty of tongues drip plenty of drool.



He s gotten out of his chair. He crouches beside the table like a frog staring ahead tableaux of concentration. His hands are on his knees and his big prong hangs from the open fly. The cockhead and several inches of meat lay on the floor. Rocking his hips back and forth he wipes his hands on his thighs. His eyes close.



He sighs. And a pool of pee begins to spread between his boots. Hot it steams in the moist air. He waddles forward a piss-rich duck his shitkickers scraping on the painted concrete. He leaves on the floor a trail of pee glimmering in the pink neon. Motes of dust float on the tide. It looks like sunrise above a golden stream.



The sharp acidic smell drives away the staleness of too many cigarettes.



He circles the table a slim long-haired stud with a belly rich with pee dragging a cock along the floor like an elephant trunk leaving behind him a fluid so plentiful yet precious to me as gold frankincense or myrrh. I m Saturn to his golden ring. The stench of it nourishes me enriches the air.



He stands dripping prick dangling between the frayed edges of his fly. His jeans have slipped down a bit so that you can see the top of his hips bare of flesh and shimmering with sweat. He turns to face the crowd and I see the top of his asscrack.



Ass of angelic choirboys. Ass of Stud. Ass of God.



His laugh is sharp and it comes as he wags his dick at the crowd who like ignorant villagers in a Frankenstein flick seem intent on seizing the monster.



He spits. Mine. Fuck off.



To me he turns on one heel. His eyes are dark and shadowed and rake me. His grin is gone but I can feel it in his soul -- it s never far gone it s part him always there like a heartbeat or urination inviolate and unquenchable.



Get up.



My chair falls into the ring of piss.



He comes over to me long fat meat swaying. Droplets of gold flick off left and right with the rhythm of his male metronome. His belly throbs with life. I can t tell if his belly has shrunk any -- perhaps this is the One True Man whose fountain sprays for hours who fills the air with his pungency and power who slakes the thirst of the desert-weary.



His left hand unsnaps my fly. The lower buttons only leaving the top ones secure. Steamy air floods my crotch. The cock-busted pouch of my jockstrap stained yellow with my favorite drink (anything liquid a male can produce) bulges through. He seems amused by it he tugs on it plays with it. He laughs when he pulls it through laughs when he sees the broken elastic at the bottom of it laughs knowing I ripped my jock because I was so hot for him laughs because it s a yellow-stained flag of surrender I waved the moment I saw him.



He grabs his swaying dick just behind the head where the scar of his mutilation is. He stretches the meat toward me. All those inches of him: length width circumference volume -- the dimensions of his cock are all constructed to please.



His tongue long and pointed glides between my lips. I wish it was forked so he could slip it down both halves of my trachea. He swirls it inside my mouth tasting me. I lean forward to suck it down to the roots but he puts a hand on my piss-slick chest.



He lays a finger alongside the bridge of my nose fingertip touching the corner of my eye. Be still.



He shoves himself into my fly. His fingertips pry the denim apart and he shoves it in. I sigh.



He taps my nose. Be still. He exhales into my face.



The flood begins again. I m Noah to his God. The hot fluid blooms in my crotch. My pubic hair goes flat matted to my skin. Urine pours over my balls over my throbbing rod. Swift as liquid fire it pours down the insides of my thighs jeans darkening. It moves aft along the seam so that the hollow of my asshole floods. My boots start filling as it courses down my shins and I flex my toes playing with the acidic stuff like a boy wallowing in favorite mud.



I mutter Oh my God but no sound comes out. His cock gushes and the level of piss rises inside my boots until my ankles are drowned.



Pee still flowing he works a hand into my fly. He grabs his cock flicks his cockhead upward and lunges forward so that his bulging belly is just an inch from mine. The spitting head pops out my waistband. Piss skims along my belly breaks into foamy waves against the bottom of my heavy pecs.



He licks my parted lips. Licks me like a dog tasting liver. Hard fingers pinch my tits and I writhe moving his jetting gusher around spraying his flow over us. The piss is hot on my nipples and I feel it pooling in my navel. My chest hair is matted as if I ve just been fucked by a battalion of paratroopers.



Denim hair jockstrap boots: soaked and dark with long-haired stud s stinking piss.



He backs away. Thick spittle bridges our lips briefly before breaking and streaking our chins. His cock pulls back slides under my waistband like a moray sinking back into a blue coral cave. The geyser along my abdomen ceases -- he stops peeing altogether what control this dude has over his plumbing. This talent has to extend to the motions of lips hips hands. How I d like to be under him while he fucks because I know he s a sex gourmand. He d choose the precise moment of orgasm that d bring him the maximum of pleasure choose that moment out of all the others because he d know because he could sense it.



This man is a sexual machine avatar of the Rut God sent to drive men blind with pleasure.



The wet jeans cling to my throbbing genitalia. Rivulets of piss run down my legs. His scent rises off me. My balls boil in a lake of yellow magma. I m shaking shaking on the verge of splitting from the pressures of suppressed orgasm.



I stumble forward desperate to touch him. He backs away grinning and down I go on my knees. I look up at him serf to lord. I express my supplication in the obscene pulse of my cock in piss-wet 501s.



Thirsty?



I nod. A shower of gold explodes from my hair.



Put your hands behind your head. A thinning of the lips turns the grin into something more serious. Like your delts man I wanna see them. He picks his cock up again.



A squirt. My left pit burns with his effluvia. A squirt. Now the right pit. It burns like acid I imagine the hair vanishing in a puff of protein-rich smoke.



I stare at his cock at the sheen of piss on it at the dark stains of urine on the frayed crotch of his jeans. What artistry in a man in that place where legs join the trunk and the cock lives.



I croak More.



Open he says.



The arc of piss connects us across the distance between us. It flies across the geometry prescribe by physics into my maw gaping as prescribed by lust.



He tastes of smoked ham. I swirl it let the sliminess so reminiscent of jism roll over my tongue. I gargle with his piss the pungency tickles my throat. I wish I were a fish so I could fill my lungs with the luminous secretion live off essence of stud have my hemoglobin carry off uric acid instead of oxygen to fuel the endless combustion of lust in my cells.



Then he stops. He wants to enjoy the show. My cheeks bulge as I strip the taste from the piss. His eyes narrow watching my esophagus like a vampire. I show it to him lifting my chin show him how it bulges as I let the liqueur of beer he made in his bladder trickle into the blazing deserts inside of me.

He shakes his head and the long night-colored hair flops forward into his eyes. You re wild. Wild. Run you through the woods. Fuck you in the pine straw. Shove boulders up your ass. He pauses. Get naked.



I finish undoing my fly and get to work on the rest of it.



He picks up an empty beer bottle on the table one of the many he s consumed. He puts it on the end of his cock. He pees. Most of it starts to flood the bottle making a hollow whirling bathroom sound. But his piss slit is too big for the neck of the bottle and it sprays out a yellowish rainbow forming in the gray curls of stale smoke.



When I m done I go back into my squat. My cock juts from between my thighs like a rhinoceros horn. I m wet as if I d just swam from Cuba to Miami. Runes of lust are written in the patterns the long dark hairs make on my thighs.



Hands and knees he says eyeing the pee in the beer bottle like a chemist checking an Erlenmeyer flask. Keep your ass low. As he walks toward me his boots on the swimming floor boom like distant cannon.



He goes behind me. Kneels. I whimper.



He touches my ass. One finger on the left cheek just where it starts to merge into my leg. He moves toward my centerline toward my asshole posed just inches above the hot flood he spread across the bar floor.



He touches the pucker light as a chaste kiss. The rough fingertip circles it spiraling in and out. The slow motion of his finger causes me to roll my shoulders and hips.



I feel his heat on my back. He breathes in my ear Wide as a highway.



Whore at the heart of my nature it s true. And secret no longer.



The corkscrew on the end of the beer bottle he inserts with ease because my asshole is opened like a rose. The cool neck goes next entering me and feeling as relaxing as a fall breeze. I moaning because I m a bitch in heat.



My body is a gong and I resonate with his frequency.



The fat body of the bottle -- hotter than the neck -- bumps up against my ass. He twists it clockwise then counterclockwise. He puts a hand on my hips to steady me. Then he pushes. The pressure on my hole builds. I ve taken far bigger than this -- I work on a ranch -- but I ve never had to deal with the bluntness of this shape. It wasn t designed for penetration.



I can tell by his motions by the twists by the gentle crooning noises he makes in my ear that I ll be penetrated and filled. He strokes my flanks. The pressure grows. And my sphincter collapses as surely as the French Army.



I shriek as I stretch. He slaps me lightly as the bottle hot with his essence slides into me. The pressure is incredible. It does obscene things to my prostate. My cock spits to show its pleasure. The thickness as it penetrates makes my kidneys explode with pain. On and on he drives it relentless and I m sure he has every intention of shoving the whole fucking bottle up me.



But he stops leaving me panting in time with my heart. Some of the bottle is still outside of me -- my anus is stretched as if it d been opened by a proctologist intent on burrowing his way to China.



Brace yourself he says.



His fingers close on the underside of my straining thighs and now I know what he s going to do. He tugs once evaluating my weight.



I lock my elbows. Committed now there s no way out.



He tugs once then lifts and I rotate forward. I tuck my chin in roll forward until the crown of my skull goes cool with the touch of his piss. He has me standing on my head.



The glurping in my bowels sounds like water gushing through bad plumbing. Each spillage of piss from the bottle burns along my colon. My guts spasm and I jerk in response bobbing dangerously almost careening over onto my back. But he s there to stop me.



Feel it going in?



Shit ... I moan.



I ll make it go faster. He puts my legs on his shoulders resting my weight against his lithe body. That cock brushes my wet belly so gently and yet I could feel the power inherent in that mass of flesh.



A finger slips into my stretched hole and I moaned.



Air slurps out of my rectum. The bottle vibrates and shakes spitting up pee a thick dildo vibrating with the rhythm of his piss. The bottle vomits up its load -- a good bladder s worth from most guys just a trickle from this dude. The liquid rush falls like a mad river into the labyrinthine night. I kick frantically as it pours in.



He pulls it out of me slowly the agony of distended sphincter joining in with the symphony of cramping colon. When it leaves me I feel him staring down the moist hole towards innards now swimming with his piss seeing the red vein-rich walls of my ass pulse soaked with his piss.



He lets loose the gusher again. The stream slices over my chest like lava gushing down a volcano. I feel it roll up my neck a hot liquid scarf. It crests the line of my jaw. I open my mouth and I drink. And drink. Because the gates have opened the clouds have burst the dam has collapsed. I rise on a sea of frothy yellow foam.



He flicks a finger on the underside of my balls. Just once. I scream. I rattle the fucking windows. I explode. Sperm shoots in a silver gout from my cockhead lands in his flood on my chest. I buck with my hips shooting screaming.



Maybe I taste my own stuff. Maybe I don t. I just hang upside down held in his tattooed arms drinking his piss breathing his stink lusting for his flesh fertilizing the air.



He lets me down gently then pees in a gentle mist down my body. His eyes roam over me.



He puts his cock back into his pants before I can recover. And he s halfway across the bar parting a sea of astounded faces his tight ass rolling in those jeans.



I scuttle after him like a crab.



This long-haired tanned buck with the jeans with the refreshing arrogance of a stud who stalks the world out of his unwashed primitive past when giants were in the Earth who exploded the TV with burning guitars and long wagging tongues as he pranced on the concert stage who packed jeans with an excess of male organs whose eyes went wide when he howled at the moon who ruled with more assurance power and compassion than Arthur enthroned than Charlemagne paladin-thronged than Coeur-de-Lion crusader and master of the sword -- this is Man.



He s on his bike. He s kicked it into life. He draws tight leather gloves over his fingers. A black helmet rises from between his thighs.



Breathless I wheeze What s your name?



He laughs. Loud long. You could hear it at the other end of the state. My name. It always comes down to that. I don t have a name. Never had one don t need it. I m known.



I kneel. Naked on the ground headlights of passing cars providing illumination by stroboscope. Please.



I told you. I m known and you ve known me.



Blue exhaust fills the air. Hot pee trickles from my ass. I have a quest.

Twink with bandaged head kneels down to give his cute gay friend a nasty deepthroat blowjob

After All These Years

This is a fictional story involving a fantasy which needs to be shared with others. I love the idea of exciting people with words and erotic thoughts. If you feel the need to touch yourself while reading this please do and enjoy it. Know that my thoughts are with you when you release. If you feel like communicating with me please do please share your own fantasies with me.



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Earlier in the year my wife and I separated and I moved back east to start over again. One of the things I had wanted to do for so many years is get back in touch with my old friends. I arrived in my hometown got a good paying job bought my house and reestablished old acquaintances.



One night while out at a club with some friends I ran into a person I had not seen since junior high. Marshall and I had been friends from the third grade up thru the eighth and after a brief experimentation with him we avoided each other and had never spoke another word.



I had just ordered a drink at the bar and turned to my right to catch a glimpse of a gorgeous woman walking passed me. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Marshall. At first I did not recognize him and just passed it off as someone I thought I knew. I got my drink and headed back to the table. All of the sudden I heard William?



I turned and finally figured it out Marshall! We shook hands and stood speechless for a few seconds. I broke the silence first.



It s been . . . what seventeen years?



I don t know how long it s been all I know is I can t believe this! He said.



We both laughed and I invited him to join my friends and me at our table. He quickly agreed and we made our way to the group. I introduced Marshall to my work friends and sitting in the corner of our two tables Marshall and I quickly began catching each other up on our lives. Within twenty or thirty minutes of me ignoring everyone else at the table they all began to check out chiding me for ignoring them.



Marshall and I stayed at the bar until closing we didn t do as much drinking as we did talking and laughing about the old times. When all the lights were turned up we decided to head to a nearby restaurant to have some coffee and continue catching up.



It s wild he said after we sat at the table. A few years ago I heard that you were married and living out west.



I was married and living out west. The problem was that my wife was living out west with me but she wasn t married . . . at least you wouldn t think.



I told him of my failed marriage and that my ex-wife had been sleeping around. I admitted that I had not been the most attentive husband and that I needed the slap in the face of a busted marriage to grow up. I figure being back home and living alone would help me to figure out who I am and help me change what needs to change. I added. Marshall and I continued talking in the restaurant until the morning sun began to crest on the horizon. It was Saturday morning and neither of us had to work.



Do you have any plans for the weekend? I asked.



No plans but sleeping the day away since I ve been up about twenty-four hours now was his reply.



Well my house is only about two miles away from here. If you want you could crash there. I have an extra room set up for visitors. I offered You ll have your own shower and it will give us a chance to continue this.



Hmmm sounds like a plan. Then Are you sure you don t mind?



I can t think of anything else I d rather do this weekend. We could get some beer and steaks to cook on the gill. I ve got a pool table and lots of excellent music.



With that we left the place and he followed me to my house. Once inside I showed him his room and the bathroom. I got some clothes for him to wear as we are pretty much the same size I left him and heard the shower turn on within seconds of shutting his door.



I headed to my room took a shower myself and was soundly a sleep within minutes of my head hitting my pillow.



At about 3:00 I was slightly startled by a movement on my bed. I opened my eyes to find Marshall sitting on the side of the bed with two cups of steaming hot coffee in his hands. I also noticed that he was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of MY boxer briefs.



I hope you don t mind me wearing your underwear but I didn t want to put my own back on he said boldly.



I replied Are the clean? We both laughed as I took a cup of coffee from his hand.



Marshall left the room as I got up and got dressed. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to find him facing away from me at the stove. He was cooking something and the whole house smelled of onions and other good things.



I could not help but stand at the doorway and watch him as he prepared the food. Marshall and I are the same age 32 he stands about six feet his brown hair is cut medium-short and sports a serious tan. Like me Marshall is in decent shape but neither of us are gym rats. His long legs are covered dark hair and he looked positively sexy wearing my boxer briefs and t-shirt. This is where I break from the story to tell you about me and the story of Marshall and I and what happened between us some seventeen years ago.



I am a normal man brown hair medium build with sparse body hair and well . . . just a normal person. I am not gay and the idea of being bisexual is not new to my thoughts but I have never really been worried about what my sexual orientation was. I guess if I were presented the opportunity to have sex with a man I would probably act on it. However that opportunity had never presented its self and like I said was not too worried about it.



We had been fifteen years old and were spending the night together as we did so often. While we were in our sleeping bags we began talking about the girls we knew and our stories (or lies) about our sexual activities with those girls.



Mostly we were getting horny and trying to torment each other. Well one thing led to another and we soon found ourselves outside our sleeping bags naked and stroking each other.



At one point my mouth ended up on his erection and we eventually found ourselves in a sixty-nine. We reached orgasm only to squirt onto each other we cleaned up got back into our bags and went to sleep.



After that night we never spoke again. It was sad but at that age and the taboo surrounding gay sex I know I was feeling very regretful and guilty about what we had done. I could only guess that Marshall had the same feelings.



However standing at the door and gazing upon my friend s body years later I found that I had no regrets at all about what we experienced. I just did not know if we would ever take that chance again but I was beginning to understand that I wanted to!



Are you staring at me? Marshall asked and I was shaken from my thoughts to find him leaning against the counter arms folded and a great big grin on his face. I think I blushed for a second or seven.



Ummm well . . . I was just thinking that I was glad we ran into each other last night and that I m glad we have a chance to regain our friendship. I weakly replied and then So . . . yeah I guess I was.



That s okay I kind of stared at you from your bedroom door while you were sleeping.



We caught each other s stare and held it for a few uncomfortable seconds before I spoke I m really hungry.



His reply had us both snickering Then you d better fix yourself something to eat I m almost done with my breakfast. He turned around and went back to cooking.



I grabbed a nearby towel oh really? I asked.



Yeah really he said.



I smacked his ass with the towel and then we had a towel war for a few seconds.



We ate a fantastic brunch lunch thingy. I don t know what it was since it was so late. After eating we went to the store for some steaks and the fixings for dinner. We bought some beer and a bottle of expensive Scotch. We stopped for a movie and then went back to my house.



I couldn t believe how quickly we rekindled our friendship. Neither of us could stop talking about things that have happened in our life good and bad. We went from serious to joking to seriously joking all the time. We were really enjoying the afternoon and evening.



Around 8:30 or so I fired up the grill for the steaks and sat down at the bar just inside the walkout basement of my house. We had a football game on at the bar.



Marshall was playing bartender and poured me a neat Scotch he excused himself for the restroom and I sat there watching the game sipping on my drink. I heard him reenter the room from the restroom and was completely shocked when he stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my neck.



I m really glad that I m here he said into my ear. His mouth was so close that I could feel his breath on my skin.



Instinctively my hand lightly grasped his arm I am too Marshall we lost so much time for something so insignificant. I m happy I found you last night.



He stayed behind me upper body pressed against my back and arms wrapped around my neck. His head was against mine and I didn t mind at all. In fact our closeness was making me flush and I found myself wishing he would never let go. Then we smelled the steaks burning.



I jumped up laughing and went out to the grill. Marshall followed and poured beer over the steaks as I turned them. We were silently staring at the steaks and I spoke.



What happened between us all those years ago Marshall?



We had fifteen year old sex and couldn t handle it. He said.



What is happening between us now?



I don t know but I think I like it he replied.



I put the spatula onto the sideboard looked at my friend and said no matter what happens we can t stop our friendship this time.



Marshall stepped closer to me slid his arms around my neck and kissed me gently on the lips. I want to be friends and more for a long long time. His lips joined mine again and this time I kissed him back. My hands grasped his hips my mouth parted I began kissing him as if we had been lovers forever.



We stood on the patio for a long time kissing and whispering to each other. My hands wandered over his back and to the top of his ass. His fingers sliding in my hair at times he brushed his fingers over my eyes and my cheeks. Our bodies pressed together our groins grinding and our breathing getting more excited by the second.



He was the first to break our embrace I m really hungry. He said.



I am too and with that I stepped back into him. This time my arms were around his shoulders my hands on the back of his neck. I was kissing his cheeks his eyes and his forehead. He almost silently groaned with each touch of my lips on his face.



Marshall began giggling You re really going to burn the steaks if you don t stop.



I released him and went back to the grill. The steaks were just slightly charred but overall they were just fine. I took them off the grill put them on plates and we went back into the house.



We sat mostly in silence enjoying our food and stealing glances at each other. Every once in a while one of us would reach out to touch the other s hand or tickle each other s arm. We flirted a lot during dinner by eye contact and smiles. I guess we did not have to say anything. We both knew where we were headed and both of us were more than okay with it.



After dinner we cleaned up and went into the kitchen to do the dishes. I have to say that was quite the chore! We stood side by side at the sink our hands in the water our lips together more often than not. During the entire time at the sink I was more erect than I can ever imagine! I just knew that I was leaking and that my underwear was wet.



We finished the dishes in about 45 minutes and went into the living room to watch a movie we had rented. Marshall put the DVD in the player while I got us both a glass of wine.



When I returned he was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and smiling so sweetly at me. I sat next to him and handed his glass to him. As we watched the movie and talked about what was going on we held hands and drank our wine.



I felt like I had been with Marshall for years I felt natural and that we were experiencing a comfortable moment in a life long relationship. It seemed as though every few minutes one of us was stealing a kiss from the other. However about half way through the movie the kisses became longer and more passionate.



After one particularly hot kiss I took Marshall s glass from him sat it on the table along with mine and really attacked him. I turned on the couch and swung my left leg over him to sit facing him in his lap. My arms were once again around his neck and my lips were on his. Our tongues danced we moaned into the other s mouth and we both had difficulty breathing.



I felt Marshall s hands all over my back and my ass as he grinded his crotch up into mine I couldn t help myself any longer. I moved my body back toward his knees to put some distance between us and I reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.



As I reached into his pants and then into my boxer briefs that he was wearing I looked into his eyes. I am so happy to be doing this with you I said. His response was so sweet And I can t believe that you re finally doing this with me in person and not just in my fantasies!



I was so touched by his words and as my fingers wrapped around his growing erection I leaned in for yet another soft kiss from him. We broke our kiss and his head went back to the couch as I fondled his manhood. I reveled in the softness of his skin and the slipperiness of his pre come as my thumb slid repeatedly across the head of his penis.



We both knew we were past the point of return and as I stood Marshall followed me. We walked hand in hand to my bedroom. Once passed the door to the room we were facing each other and taking turns removing the other s clothing. Finally we were naked hard and standing there for the other to gaze upon.



Marshall was fully erect and the head of his penis was even with his belly button. His shaft is thick and smooth the head of his penis is wonderfully shaped and I would say very large and he is cut. His balls are normal in size and hang low from his body. He has a dense patch of pubic hair and I just loved everything I saw!



My penis is as long as his is and cut but not as thick. I leak a lot so I was visibly wet while standing there for his inspection. I also have a lot of pubic hair and my balls had drawn up close to my body as I was cold in the air-conditioned room.



Marshall spoke to me very quietly as he reached for my waist to draw me near I can t wait to feel your naked body against me.



My only reply was to step closer and press my body to his as we began kissing. I loved his tongue in my mouth as I felt his penis slide next to mine and his pre come spreading across my belly I felt as though I never wanted his closeness to end. It felt so right to be in his arms to give in to our passion for each other.



We were soon sprawled across the bed our arms and legs tangled together our body fluids mixing our moans filling the quiet night air. Marshall laid on his back and I on top of him. My legs were spread and our erections sliding together grinding against each other with wanton desire.



I began kissing Marshall s neck licking my way over his shoulders and down to his nipples. My tongue circled his large nipple before I sucked it into my mouth. His hands were alternating between the back of my head my shoulders and under my chest to pinch and pull on my nipples.



I continued kissing down the front of his body and dipping my tongue into his navel elicited a coo from my lover and a smile from me. The tip of his penis was under my chin and it seemed almost natural to dip my tongue into its slit as I grasped his shaft and lifted the head to my mouth.



I circled the head of his cock with my tongue my saliva and his pre come coating his skin. I enjoyed the taste of that clear fluid very much as my mouth opened and I slid him inside. Closing my lips and still circling his penis with my wet tongue caused his hips to slowly thrust upward pushing himself into my mouth further.



His balls were in my left hand as my right hand stroked his shaft with every movement of my mouth. When I made my way up to suck on the head of his erection I glanced into his eyes to find him watching me. He smiled and ran his fingers through my hair as I slid back down onto his shaft.



Within minutes my lover was releasing himself into my mouth. I had never until that moment tasted another man s orgasm but I knew instantly that I would take as much of Marshall s love as I could and wherever I could.



We lay there hand in hand for a long while. We chatted about everything as we lie naked together. We had both gone flaccid and it never donned on me to feel self-conscious in my nakedness. The only thing I felt was complete comfort and relaxation beside him.



When Marshall regained some strength he released my hand and began to fondle my soft penis. His fingers played with the fluid that had leaked from me in my excitement and within seconds I was hard again.



Marshall propped his body on his elbow and took my erection into his mouth. He lifted his head a few times to drool his saliva onto my cock and used his hand to smoothly cover my shaft with his spit.



I ve fantasized about doing this for years. I want to masturbate you first we ll explore other things later if that is okay with you?



How could it not be okay? I said That s how we started and if that s what you want to do I love it already.



His mouth found its way to mine once again and with his tongue dancing with mine he proceeded to stroke me. Marshall kissed my lips my neck and my nipples as he gave me the most incredibly seductive hand job. It didn t take long at all for me to explode onto my stomach. After my orgasm Marshall used his mouth to clean me and we finished with another kiss.



We fell asleep under the covers. All night we slept in various positions but each position involved touching each other. In the morning we awoke and made love but that story will appear shortly. Suffice it to say Marshall and I are falling in love and are beginning another chapter in life together.

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Word Gets Around

This story is fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.



I am a man in my 40s and I’m very happily married to my wife Joan. My name is Jim. We’ve been married for 15 years now and have two boys ages 8 and 10. I’m an insurance agent and have my own business. Joan works at city hall as a clerk. We’re very much involved with neighborhood groups PTA YMCA etc. We have an active social life. That wonderful life very nearly came crumbling down one night.



My wife and kids are not aware of my bisexuality. Since I was 14 years old I’ve had a desire to have sex with men. Sex with a man satisfies me in a different way than with a woman. It is only sex. No love involved. I love to suck a nice cock and feel the cum shooting in my mouth. I’ve been extremely careful to keep my secret life from my wife and family.



When my need is strong for male sex I usually go to a long time friend and we satisfy each other. I also like variety and so I get into the bisexual chats and usually make a new friend to have sex with. I’ve been doing that since I married Joan with no one the wiser.



About two months ago I met a guy on the chats who lives in the next town. His name is Don. We chatted for some time and seemed to be compatible with each other. He said he was studying to be a hair stylist. After a few days of chatting he invited me to his house. I told Joan I was going out for a while kissed her and the kids and drove to Don’s house.



After we had a beer we relaxed on his couch and began to undress each other. He clicked an X-rated movie on the TV and as we watched I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He was well built with washboard abs. As he removed my shirt I unzipped his fly and his wonderful very hard cock sprang up into view. He was circumcised and there was a little precum beading on the tip. I lowered my head and licked the sweet liquid. Meanwhile Don had my jeans down to my ankles and was licking my 8 inch hard cock. He licked up and down the length of it and I felt it pulse against his tongue.



I suggested we move to his bedroom but he said “No I want you right now!”



So we got completely naked and rolled onto the floor. We got into a 69 position and sucked on each other’s cock. His was about 6 inches and so delicious! He was trying to deep throat me but I heard him choking and he backed off a little. I hadn’t cum for over a week and my brain was overloaded.



“Take it slow Don ” I said. “I’m close to cummimg already.” He slowed down and I was able to hold back my orgasm for a while longer.



Meanwhile I was really enjoying the taste of his cock. I love to deep throat and so I was doing that frequently. I was amazed that he could hold his cum so long while I know what a good job I was doing on him. He was feeling my ass and caressing my balls. His mouth felt so good on my cock. We could hear each other slurping as we sucked. Soon I felt my cum rising from my tight balls.



“Can’t hold out any longer Don your mouth feels so good.” I said.



“Let it come ” he mumbled around my cock.



I felt my cum shooting into Don’s mouth. My orgasm went through my whole body. I tingled all over. It was a good one. I could hear Don gulping and slurping as my cum filled his mouth. He held my now softening cock in his mouth as he swallowed. He then licked my cock and balls cleaning me.



Don was still hard as a rock I got on my knees as he lay on his back. I bent over and took his cock back into my mouth. I sucked him deep a few times feeling his cock enter my throat. Each time I did this Don moaned in ecstasy. He reach up and put his hands on the back of my head and forced me in deeper (as if I needed to be forced). I knew he was about to cum when he wailed “Ahhhh.” I backed off just a little so I could taste his sperm. I felt his cock pulse as it began shooting cum. The first shot hit the roof of my mouth the second hit the back of my throat and the rest of his cum was coating my tongue. I was reveling in it. After I sucked him dry I held his cock in my hands and tilted my head to let Don’s seed slide down my throat.



Just as I was doing that the front door opened. My head jerked up and turned. Cum ran over my lips and dribbled down my chin. I was staring at Richard Henley!



Richard Henley is the local barber who cuts my hair and just about everyone else’s hair. He knew me and my wife well and he was the biggest gossip in town.



He looked at us and we sat there shocked.



“Ah ah I was just returning Don’s clippers I had them sharpened for him.” Richard stuttered. “I did knock. I guess you didn’t hear me.”



I finally came out of shock and Don and I quickly dressed. There was nothing to say to explain what we were doing. It was obvious. My mind was whirling. “I’m doomed ” I thought to myself. “Everything is ruined. How could I let myself get into this? Joan will surely leave me and my sons will disown me.” I was devastated.



Richard looked at us and said “Everyone has different tastes. I know you must be afraid I will tell people about what I’ve seen but don’t worry. I can keep a secret.”



Don and I looked at each other. We were both thinking “Bullshit!” Don was single and his friends knew he was bi so he was OK with it.



Richard left and Don apologized for leaving his door unlocked. I drove home with a heavy heart. Should I come clean and tell Joan all about what I’ve been doing all these years? Should I lie and say I just was curious and wanted to try it? Either choice would probably end our marriage. I decided to do nothing and let the chips fall where they may.



Every day after that I expected to see Joan greet me with horror. As each day went by I was a wreck. We went to church on Sunday and I felt terrible. I looked at every parishioner wondering “Does he know? Does she know”? Every day I waited for the other shoe to drop.



Surprisingly several weeks went by with nothing unusual happening. Did Richard really intend to keep the secret? Knowing Richard I didn’t believe he could. Of course I refrained from contacting any men. I became the well behaved husband and father. Joan didn’t seem to notice.



Then one day Joan came home from a meeting at the library with her reading group.



“Honey ” she said “do you know Fred Parks very well?”



I didn’t so I said “I know he’s on the School Board but I never met him.”



“Well he wants to see you for something ” she said. “I told him you would call him.”



Suddenly I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. “Oh my God ” I thought. “School Board. He must know!” I began to sweat.



“Are you OK?” Joan asked.



“Yeah I guess I’m having a hot flash ha ha ” I said nervously.



I walked down the hall to my office and sat at my desk. I called Fred Parks and held the receiver in a shaking hand.



“Hello ” came a woman’s voice.



“Ah hi. Is Mr. Parks there?”



“Who may I say is calling?”



“This is Jim Whitman ” I said softly. “Mr. Parks wanted to talk to me.”



“Oh yes of course. I’ll get him. Hold on.”



I sat there feeling sick. I really thought I would throw up any second.



After what seemed like an eternity I heard “Hello Whitman?”



“Y-yes you wanted to talk to me?”



“Can you come to my house tomorrow morning?” He asked. “Say ten a.m.?”



“Sure ” I stammered “What do you want to see me about?”



“Well ” he said “It’s not a matter we should discuss over the phone.”



“I’ll be there ” I said weakly.



I opened my liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Jack Daniels. I’m not much of a drinker but I needed this. Holding the bottle to my mouth I took a large swallow. Closing my eyes I slumped back in the chair. After another swallow I began to calm down. The next day was Saturday. I was supposed to take my boys to the park and toss some baseballs. Well that would have to be postponed. I went to bed and hoped I could sleep.



The throbbing in my head woke me up. Great I thought. Just what I need today. After Alka-Seltzer and coffee I began to feel better. I drove to Frank Park’s house. He greeted me at the door and invited me in. He said that Mrs. Parks was away visiting family. We sat in his den. He offered a drink but I refused.



I steeled myself for what was coming and said “You seem to have something serious to discuss with me so let’s get to the point.”



He smiled and said “Jim I know that you are bisexual.”



There! There it was. I was ashamed to hear him say it. So now I knew the other shoe had been dropped! I sat there and said nothing for a while. Neither did he. He just kept looking at me with a stupid grin on his face.



Finally I was sick of the look on his face and asked “So what happens now? Am I ruined? Are you going to talk to Joan?”



Fred Parks rose from his chair and walked slowly toward me. He reached down and put his hand on my crotch. Then he kneeled down in front of me and unzipped my fly. I was shocked and relieved at the same time. He reached in and pulled out my cock it was of course soft. He gently cupped his hands under my balls and brought his face down to my cock. Turning his head he rested his cheek along the shaft of my prick. I closed my eyes. Fred then unbuckled my belt and began to pull my jeans down. I raised my ass to help him. When my jeans boxers shoes and socks were off he took my now semi hard cock into his mouth. When I got to full hardness he lifted his head and said “It’s been so long.”



After sucking on me for a while Fred led me into the bedroom. We got naked and climbed on his king size bed. He eagerly took me into his mouth again and seemed to be in heaven as he lovingly kissed and sucked on my cock and licked my balls.



Mr. Parks was about 60 years old. He had a paunch and was balding rapidly. His mouth was wonderful though. Lifting his head off me he turned facing the night table. He then removed his dentures both uppers and lowers. He gave me a toothless grin and said “You’re going to love this.” When his mouth returned to my cock it was incredible! Just like a nice juicy cunt only with a tongue that licks up and around my grateful cock. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the best sucking I ever had in my life. With my eyes closed I didn’t know if he was pumping up and down on it or just sucking on it. It felt indescribably incredible. It seems I was awash in his sucking. My whole body was feeling this wonderful sensation. It wasn’t long before I tapped him on the head and told him I was cumming. He kept his wonderful mouth on my cock and moaned “Mmmm” nodding his head. He squeezed my balls and my cum shot like a bullet into his eager mouth. Again and again my stream of cum was sucked out of me. I could see his throat contracting as he swallowed again and again. Finally as my orgasm eased off he sucked me dry and cleaned me up with his tongue.



Feeling grateful for the wonderful pleasure he had given me I took his cock in my hand and started to take it in my mouth. He pushed me away.



“There’s no need for you to do that ” he said. “You may not believe it but I probably had more pleasure that you did. I haven’t sucked a cock in more than 20 years. I was bi when I was in my teens but I fought it off. I tried to convince myself that it was the wrong thing to do. I wasn’t queer. I hated myself whenever I had sex with a man. But the feeling of sucking a cock never left my mind. Whet I heard that you were into that I couldn’t pas it up. I had to call you.”



“Well you scared the shit out of me. I thought you were going to expose me to the community. I was petrified!”



“I apologize for that. It never crossed my mind to do that. In fact I hope we can do this again.”



“Well Fred ” I said “I don’t care how grateful you are I want to suck your cock.”



I looked and saw that he was semi hard. He smiled and lay back on the bed. I began to lick his balls. My tongue found its way to his asshole and I licked there too. He sighed. I ran my tongue along his hardening cock up and down a few times. He was about 5 inches. Opening my mouth I took him all the way in. I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my throat. Closing my mouth over it I put pressure from my tongue and forced his cock up against the roof of his mouth. I held his cock in that pressure cooker for a while and then started backing off while continuing the pressure.



When my mouth reached the head of his cock he screamed “Oh wow he said you were good. I had no idea. I’m cumming Jim. Take my cum take it all Ahhhh.”



I felt his juice upon my tongue. It was very salty. I swallowed it quickly.



Feeling relieved at least temporarily I drove home. There was still time to shag a few baseballs with my sons. It ended a very interesting day.



As the weeks went by Fred and I got together a few times. Once we had a threesome with Don. That was HOT! One Monday morning I walked into the bank to make my weekly deposit. While I stood at the teller’s cage the bank vice president came up and asked if he could speak to me. I finished my business with the teller and followed him into his office.



“Jim ” he said “you remember that loan you asked for several months ago? You wanted to expand your business. We had to turn you down because you were spread kind of thin in your investments.”



Wondering what this was all about I said “Yes I was disappointed but I understood why I was turned down.”



“Well ” he said “there might be reconsideration.”



“Oh?”



“Yes I had a talk with Fred Parks. You know he is one of the bank’s trustees. He asked us to take another look at your application and he convinced me to grant you the loan with one condition.

“And what would that be ” I asked becoming suspicious.



“I think you can guess what I mean ” he said with a nasty grin. “Come to my home this Saturday. The wife and kids will be away.”



I couldn’t believe this was happening. Was the whole damn town bisexual? I felt that I was being blackmailed by the bank vice president but why complain? The problem was I was getting more male sex and not taking care of my wife very much. I went to his house on Saturday. He invited me in and led me to his bedroom. He stripped and laid on the bed his rigid cock pointing to the ceiling. It was enormous. I guessed about ten inches at least maybe bigger.



“Don’t take off your clothes Jim ” he said I’m not interested in your cock and I just want your mouth on mine.”



I climbed on the bed and held his monster in my hand.



“I hear you give a great deep throat ” he said.



“I don’t know how much of this giant I can take ” I said.



“Well I hope you don’t disappoint me. I haven’t cut your check yet.”



I opened my mouth and started to go down on his cock. Man he was huge.



“My wife tries to satisfy me but she can’t take half of my cock. I need you to take it all.”



I cupped his large balls in my hands and began moving my mouth slowly down on it. It damn well filled my mouth it was so thick. I lowered my head inches at a time and took deep breaths. When I felt the enormous head of his cock begin to enter my throat I backed off and took another deep breath. Again I forced more of him down my throat again I had to back off. There was about three inches that I couldn’t get in.



“Don’t quit now Jim. I want you to take it all ” he said.



Now it became a challenge to me. Backing off again but just an inch I took a very deep breath and plunged down on it hard! I almost did it. I had to breathe. As I pulled off and gasped for breath he said “Man you are good you almost did it. Try again only about an inch to go.”



I rested for a moment. “You are a challenge ” I told him.



“You can do it. I heard you were the best.”



“If I live through this ” I said “I want that check signed and in my hand before I leave.”



He laughed “If you can take me all the way you’ve got a deal.”



Bracing myself again for the challenge I took several deep breaths and then plunged in again. It went down easier this time it was so wet with my saliva and his precum. I felt the head sliding into my throat again. Then I quickly forced myself onto that cock. I did it! I felt his pelvis bone against my nose. I felt his pubic hair around my lips. Just as I was about to back off he came! Streams of cum were shooting directly into my throat. I managed to just get the head out of my throat and took a deep breath through my nose. His cum kept shooting into my mouth. It began coming out my nose. It was overflowing my lips. I took my mouth completely off his cock and he was still spurting. He was holding his shaft and shooting all over my face. When his orgasm reseeded he squeezed a final drop onto my lips.



“That was the most fantastic experience I’ve ever had ” he exclaimed. “You’re better than any cunt I’ve ever had. You have a tremendous talent.”



I was pleased that I made him so fulfilled but my jaw was sore and his cum was still running down my throat. He got dressed and I used his bathroom to wash my mouth and clean the cum from my face and neck. As he showed me out he handed me the check. It was a thousand dollars more than I asked for.



“You don’t have to pay the thousand back ” he said “But I’d like to have you do that to me again sometime.”



Without acknowledging his request I went out and drove home.



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Guy gets cum all over his chest

I Hope He Didn t See Me

I had about 15 minutes of extra free time before being expected at home to meet my wife the other day. I had gotten off work a few minutes early and the traffic was kind of light today so I was ahead of schedule. I was feeling kind of randy so I decided on a really quick visit to my favorite adult arcade cause I felt like sucking on some strange cock before going home something I hadn t done in quite a while. It was just off the highway on feeder road on my way home so little time would be wasted if I got lucky quick.



It was broad daylight a little before 5:00 PM in the afternoon and there were quite a few cars in the parking lot. This was usually a good sign that some business men were trying to get a quickie blow job on the down low before going home or else that the place was swarming with hungry trolls that would cut into my action.

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My favorite scenario was when I was the only cocksucker there so all the horny guys in need of someone to drain their balls had to patiently wait their turn for the adjoining glory hole booth next to me to open up. Some days there was nothing but horny guys strolling the hallways that either didn t a good blow job at home or had no regular partner to satisfy them. One after another if they were patient and waited their turn I would suck them all off. Sometimes the time would get away from me before I realized I had spent the entire day there and had to account for my time with an excuse to my wife.



I loved those days when I was the only cocksucker there. I hated competition for those stiff throbbing cocks and much preferred when I was the star of the party . Anyone that I didn t get to suck off when I was there I deemed a lost opportunity to me. I didn t turn down many though but I did reject some you had to seem to be clean by my standards. Of course I had my favorite sizes and shapes too though. I especially loved a circumcised 7 inches plus. But beggars can t always be picky uncut or smaller was cool too however every once in a while I hit gold.



It didn t matter today though I was going to consider myself lucky if I found one good cock to suck on cause I was in a little of a rush and didn t have time to spend the day on my knees as I would have much preferred.



You could usually tell immediately what everybody in there was looking for. The cocksuckers would stare at your crotch or try to make eye contact while the guys that wanted a blow job would kind of avoid any attention trying to remain more discreet or anonymous in the dimly lit area. The guys that wanted a blow job really tried to avoid any eye contact and just wanted some quick head so they could split before themselves or their car were recognized. They would usually stake out a booth with a glory hole and expose their cocks patiently waiting for the first willing mouth on the other side.



Upon entering the arcade section I noticed about a dozen guys walking around aimlessly or leaning up against the walls. As I took a quick stroll through the dark hallways I saw three booths that were occupied while the adjoining booths were empty. I quickly ducked into an empty one adjacent to an occupied one locked the door and bending over I peeked into the glory hole.



Sure enough a young guy around my age was standing there in a pair of red overalls stroking a fat 9 inch cut cock. Oh my God I thought that this must be my lucky day. This was a real treasure to stumble on so quickly and just like I liked them long and cut. You could literally go hours some days without finding a good cock to suck sometimes even waste the whole day hoping and not getting any cock at all. I hoped this guy was wanting some good head cause my mouth was watering at the sight of his fat cock.



Anyway I really only had a few minutes to waste at the arcade today so I felt like I had just hit the jackpot on my first try. I just prayed that he wasn t the prudish type and would let another man please that fat cock of his.



As soon as I put some tokens in the slot my movie started and my booth lit up. He must have noticed this because he immediately stepped up close towards the plywood wall while pointing his hard cock just inches from the hole.



I watched as he tugged his overalls down past his waist and let them fall to the floor. I noticed he wore no underwear as I knelt and admired his beauty on the other side of the hole so I knew right away that he was game. This guy wanted his cock sucked and I was just amazed that nobody had already jumped at the chance to slurp on it. It was a beauty and all mine.



I put my index finger up to the hole and beckoned him to push it through. Immediately he removed his hand from his cock and inched forward until his fat plum tip poked into my hole about an inch or two. Not to make him wait or lose the moment I immediately locked my lips on the head of his cock and started into massaging that spongy hard tip with my lips and tongue.



He seemed reluctant or afraid to shove it all the way through the hole. Instead he just let me feast on the head and maybe an inch or so of his vein filled hard shaft. I wanted way more than that though I wanted to worship this whopper and treat him right. As he leaned into the wall with his chest I started mashing my lips into the hole trying to envelop some more of his shaft with a gentle tugging suction on him.



After a few minutes of this beginning to trust me as someone that just wanted to please him he finally relented and just shoved the his whole cock through the hole in one swift motion. I immediately gagged on his cock s length and pulled back to adjust the depth of that initial thrust. Then this guy just mashed and held his stomach against the hole while squashing his balls against the plywood on the other side. Wanting all he had I gently pulled on his nut sac until he finally backed up an inch and let me pull his fat balls through.



Having both his cock and balls on my side of the hole now he again leaned into the plywood and pressed every centimeter of his masculine virility through for me to work on. He was pressed so tight into that hole that I could see no light from his side and only the surrounding flesh of his stomach around his package was visible. He just stood against the wall patiently while exposing his glorious 9 inch fat cock and those smooth heavy full balls waiting for me to please his perfect specimen of manhood.





Not to disappoint him I slobbered on the palm of my hand and gently smeared my spit on his shaft while I took my hungry mouth down to his fat full nuts. I spread my spit up and down his hard cock while I gently sucked and slurped noisily one of his fat shaved balls into my mouth ever so softly.



I was in a rush but I was certainly going to take my time with this cock. Any cocksucker knows that a cock this size is not a dime a dozen so if I ended up coming home a few minutes late not a big deal to me I hoped. I could make up some excuse about traffic to my wife for being an extra five or ten minutes late.



I worked on his hairless balls separately very slowly for about three minutes each while I gently stroked that steel shaft and fat head with my slippery hand. Sensing some impatience on his part and being on a definite time frame I reluctantly let go of his balls and again placed my mouth over the tip of his cock. The shaft was much harder than before so now with my mouth on his cock I really started into pleasing this guy now. In the dim light of my projector I could see the most masculine red and blue veins that started at his shaft. Like a maze of sexy intricate interstate highways they disappeared somewhere under the skin of his shaft towards the tip of his fat knob.



As I bobbed my mouth down on 5 or 6 inches without gagging I gently squeezed and pinched on his nut sac. I was totally in heaven now so I just closed my eyes and started my hopeful final descent to his pelvic bone. I really wanted to swallow this big cock all the way down.



Twisting my mouth from side to side I pushed an inch or so into my throat but I had to back off immediately as I gagged on it. Redoubling my efforts I went at it again this time holding a couple of inches in my throat before I had to back off. I knew I could handle the whole 9 inches and he deserved it I just had to let my throat adjust and open up a little at a time.



Determined to control my gag reflex I shoved my throat down deep again hoping to take him all the way to his root. Taking one deep breath I forced my throat down deep to his stomach and presto he was buried deep in my gullet now with my lips smashed into his stomach. My stretched out throat just held onto his oversized cock while we both remained motionless until I pulled off to breathe again. I repeated this over and over again taking deeper breathes and impaling my throat on his cock while he just patiently stood still and let me covet his cock with my throat.



I couldn t time how long I held him so deep in my throat without breathing or moving each time but I m sure it was at least a minute. It became easier and easier to impale my lips to the root of his cock and remain motionless while he let me indulge my efforts to swallow his entirety. I felt so proud of myself that I could swallow and hold this monster of a cock for so long a time.



On about my fifth or sixth swallow while I was holding him so deep in my throat he started to rock his hips a little. He began fucking my distended gullet with very short slow strokes. Not much at first maybe just an inch or so but back and forth he would saw in my throat until I would finally pull off out of breathe again. I would then take a deep breathe before plunging down again and we repeated the entire process.



Again once I had settled my lips down all the way to his stomach and held him in my stretched out throat he began rocking his cock back and forth. This time his strokes were a little longer pulling out a couple of inches and smashing back into my throat until my lips ground onto his pelvis. His fucking of my throat with his swollen hard cock now started becoming both more erratic and more aggressive.



The next time I pulled off I took my deepest breathe yet and plowed my throat down onto his rock hard cock. While I held still with his cock lodged in my throat he immediately started fucking 2 or 3 inches in and out of my lips and deep into my throat. I just waited for the immanent and soon the wall started shaking as I felt him press hard into it and his cock exploded into my throat.



As he fucked as hard as he could now heavy ejaculations convulsed from his swollen 9 inches into my mouth and throat. He sprayed 3 or 4 jets of cum that plunged deep down my throat which I never got to even savor the taste of. They were quickly deposited deep into my stomach before I ran out of breathe and pulled off again.



Before I could get my throat back down his shaft a thick ropey stream of his seed landed directly in my mouth. I tasted this one it was sweet and slippery which just excited me more. I didn t want to spoil his orgasm so I immediately went right back down that shaft. With my eyes watering tears dripping down my cheeks and sweat pouring off my forehead I pushed my throat back down to let him finish his load.



After 10 or 12 more quick thrusts and several more spurts he pulled most of his cock away from me now as I scrambled to keep my lips locked on that heaving monster. The lion s share of his cum was spent most of it deep in my guts but a spray or two that I tasted was still on my tongue. He now backed up from the hole a step or so withdrawing his balls and just stood there with about 6 inches of meat on my side of the hole.



I frantically held on that his still twitching cock not wanting to release my precious treasure and milked the last little spurts and then dribbles that flowed from the tip. I coaxed every little dollop of cum that was in those sweet balls out polishing the head of his cock in between my milking action.



Still hard but quickly softening in my mouth I gently nursed on the reaming tip and an inch or so of his shaft until he finally withdrew and left me still hungry on my knees. I swallowed every bit of his cum. Not a drop was wasted on the floor the evidence was gone and being digested in my stomach.



As I pressed my eye to the hole wanting to finally see what this stud looked like all I saw was him was his back quickly zipping up his red jumpsuit and exiting the booth. He was gone and out of my life as quick as he had come.



It was past 5:45 and I was now a good 30 minutes behind schedule and had to get home really quick. I had killed almost an hour sucking on one cock and wanted it some more unbelievable. Even though I had spent more time in front of glory holes in the past sucking different cocks I don t think I had ever spent that much time with the same cock in my mouth. That guy s cock was hot absolutely my perfect fantasy cock I definitely would love to find him here again when I had more time.



My throat was extremely sore and felt kind of raw. Checking my appearance and adjusting the bent cramped hard on in my pants I scurried to exit and get home. No time to waste I really had to get a move on it. I would take care of my own cock by jacking off in the bathroom once home since I knew my wife wouldn t I unlocked my booth door and started to make my way out.



After walking through the arcade lobby I opened the door to exit and stepped outside to find my car and leave. I just then saw a blue Eddie Bauer Expedition just like my older brother drives pull out of the parking lot and onto the feeder road in front of the arcade. Looking closer into the car at the driver I saw he had a red jumpsuit on.



My face became red and flushed so fast I thought I was going to pass out. Please tell me it wasn t him and if it was please tell me he didn t see me. There are a million of those blue SUV s where I live.



All I could think about was if I did something incredibly immoral. If it was him if he knew it was me I was starting to sweat again. The thought just played over and over in my mind. I mean sucking a strange cock is bad enough but your own brothers.





I was in a panic all the way home finally regaining my composure somewhat until I saw his blue Eddie Bauer Expedition in my driveway as I pulled up to my house. He rarely came to visit and almost never unannounced. I was so busted please God help me.





As I walked up the steps to my house I saw my brother through the window standing in that red jumpsuit talking to my wife. I hated entering my house but I had to.



My wife greeted me with Well thank God you re finally here. I ve been waiting for you cause I have to run an errand right now and you ve made me late already. I ll be back in an hour or so. I have dinner in the oven on warm we ll eat when I get home. You can visit with your brother for a bit okay I ll be back soon. Why on earth were you so late honey?



As she kissed me on the cheek and exited I think I mumbled something about working late or stopping at the store on the way home. It might not even have been audible my ears were ringing so loud and so many thoughts were going through my head that I know I didn t even hear what I uttered for an excuse. I swear I m really not sure what I said to this day I had rehearsed so many excuses already in my head and things were kind of a blur right then.



My brother just stared and smiled at me not speaking at all yet. I m sure I looked like the cat that swallowed the canary . Looking at him in those red overalls I noticed a small wet spot that had seeped through on the inside of the fabric right under his zipper. After an awkward silence and just looking at him smiling at me he finally walked right up to me and stood just a couple of inches from my face. It was awkward because it was way closer than we usually stood when we talked. As he stood in front of me I diverted my eyes to the floor.



I didn t quite hear what you just said so why are you so late little brother? he grinned while starring down on me.



To be continued.........................................

Young man plays with his cock for doctor

The Magic in Your Touch Ch. 01

Nathan Morris stretched in a useless effort to loosen his knotted back muscles. Hours of examining patients and filling out the mountains of paperwork mandatory to a fledgling medical practice had taken their toll. His partner in the practice Amy Vaughn did more than her share but after watching her work three fourteen hour days in a row Nathan finally insisted she take a couple of days off. He kidded her about her husband Mike forgetting what she looked like. In reality though he envied her the security of home and family. The closest he had come to marriage was seven years ago during his last year of college just before medical school. His first mistake had been falling for a guy who wasn’t strong enough to stand up to his parents about what clothes to wear much less about his sexuality. His second mistake had been believing that his love would be enough to convince Rick to leave it all behind if necessary so the two of them could have a life together. All it took was the threat of loosing his hefty trust fund to send Rick crawling home to mommy and daddy.



Nathan shook himself out of the past and glanced at the clock. It was well after six and already dark. Autumn in Reed Illinois was going to take some getting used to. Having been raised in the south Nathan was still adjusting to the cooler temperatures and shorter days but anything was better than the long hours spent watching premature infants fight to rid themselves of the addictions to crack and heroin so generously passed on to them by their mothers. Three years of residency in Atlanta Northern Hospital’s Neonatal Intensive Care Unit had been almost more than Nate could take. When the opportunity to open a practice in Reed came up he didn’t even have to stop and think about it. The fact that Amy his best friend since the third grade had decided to move up here with him was just a bonus as was Reed’s reputation for being a “gay friendly” town. Since Nathan had only been in Reed a grand total of three months he had yet to test that theory. The only people he saw on a regular basis were his patients and he hardly thought “Hi I’m Dr. Morris and I have a preference for penises” an appropriate way to start a conversation.



Nathan gathered up the last of the day’s paperwork and headed toward the front of the converted Victorian cottage that he and Amy used as offices. He winced at the thought of going home but he had little choice. His apartment wasn’t exactly homey but it was better than sleeping on one of the exam tables. He turned out all the lights and grabbed his keys. Before he went out the door he set the alarm and punched his code into the keypad. Even though Reed was a small town it was close enough to Chicago that someone might conceivably break-in hoping to find drugs or prescription pads. He fit his key into the deadbolt and was just about to turn it when he felt a blinding pain on the right side of his head.



“You’re a dead man faggot. Best you go back where you came from.” The voice was little more than a harsh whisper but to Nathan the words might as well have been screamed from the top of the Reed County Courthouse. From the corner of his eye Nate saw his attacker raise whatever object he held ready to strike again. Fighting waves of dizziness and nausea and knowing he was too dazed by the blow to fight back he used what strength he had left to open the still unlocked door and trip the alarm. The shrill beep caused his assailant to run just as Nathan fell to the ground. He was unconscious before he hit the porch.



* * *



His first thought when he woke up on one of his own exam tables was that he must have decided to sleep at the office after all. His next thought was that he must have gotten drunk and picked up one hell of a hang over before he did so. He tried to move but a set of soft yet strong hands stopped him.



“Oh no you don’t buster. I have not spent the past twenty minutes trying to wake you just to see you get up too soon and black out again. As it is I’m still deciding whether or not to pack you into an ambulance and send you to Chicago for an MRI.”



Nathan smiled in spite of himself. “I’m fine Amy. You know my head is the hardest part of my body.” He gave her a mock leer. “Most of the time anyway.”



Amy punched him playfully on the arm her hazel eyes filling with relief. “If you can crack sex jokes I know you’re alright. Now tell me what in the hell happened to you.” She swung her long brown hair over her shoulders and pursed her bow lips. Not for the first time did Nathan admire her beauty. She made quite a contrast to her husband Mike’s white-blonde hair and clear blue eyes.



“You know I should have married you back in the fifth grade when you first proposed to me.”



Amy laughed at their old joke. “Sorry sweetheart but I don’t think I have anything you’d be interested in.”



Nathan shook his head an act he regretted the minute the pain returned. “Yeah well I didn’t have anything Rick wanted either so I guess you had something in common with him after all huh?”



“If I wasn’t just sure you had a slight concussion I would shake you for even saying that. All the women in Reed— and some of the men too— are talking about the sexy new doctor in town. Since I was here for two full months while you were still in Atlanta working off your contract with Atlanta Northern I think it’s safe to say they aren’t talking about me. Since you’ve been here every woman in town has come in for one thing or another. I’ve had six different patients ask about your marital status in the last week alone.” She leaned in closer. “Rick Landon was an idiot. Hell he probably still is for all I know. You were too good for him Nate and that’s the last time I’m going to say it.” She straightened and said “Now tell me what happened.”



Nathan recalled everything he could though most of it was fuzzy. Mike Vaughn came to stand by his wife just as Nathan got to the part where his attacker threatened him and called him a fag. Nathan watched as all the color drained from Amy’s face and Mike started shaking with rage.



Mike took Amy’s place at the head of the examining table. “You’re sure that’s what he said?”



“No doubt.”



Mike turned to his wife. “How soon can you find another pair of doctors to buy out your practice?”



Amy was right behind him. “Shouldn’t take long. This is a new practice so most anyone could step in.”



Nathan sat up grimacing as fresh waves of sickness washed over him. “Look you two we’re not selling out just because some bigot took a shot at me. Even if I was scared enough to leave which I’m not you don’t have to go too. You just bought your first house dammit.”







Amy started to speak but Mike cut her off. “Do you always have to be so damn logical? There is no way in hell you’re leaving without us. Likewise if you stay we stay. You’re family man. That’s the whole reason we all moved here from Atlanta together in the first place. If you want to stay then we’ll just have to find the bastard who did this.”



Amy took her husband’s hand and reached out to Nathan with the other one. “He’s right you know. We are a family. The sheriff is on his way so let’s wait until we talk to him before we decide what to do. In the meantime let me check your vitals and reflexes again.”



Mike went out into the lobby to wait for the cops while Amy examined Nate. As she worked she talked about getting a call from the alarm company and coming to check it out only to find him lying in a heap on the porch. Nathan could feel her fear and hated the jerk who hit him even more for scaring Amy. Still he didn’t exactly relish having to talk to the sheriff. He had seen enough of police responses to gay-bashing to know that he was just as likely to get some homophobic prick who could care less whether or not the world had one less fag in it. He suppressed a groan as he heard a large engine pull into the parking lot. The cavalry had arrived.



Amy insisted Nate stay put so he was forced to wait while Mike spoke to the sheriff. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but Mike was clearly angry. The man was probably trying to deny that the whole incident even happened. When Amy finished her exam and opened the door to let the guy in Nathan prepared himself for a sixty-year-old codger with a beer-gut and a bald spot. The 6’3” stud who walked in the door was not what he expected.



The man had the bluest eyes Nathan had ever seen. His hair was midnight black with not a hint of gray the perfect foil for his left-over summer tan. Even through his kaki uniform shirt and tight jeans Nathan could tell the man was built.



He stuck out a calloused hand first to Amy then to Nathan. “Sorry it took me so long to get here folks. I was out on another call when my dispatcher told me what happened. I’m Sheriff Brandon Nash.” His voice was rich and smooth. Nathan wanted him to keep talking just so he could hear it again. His next words made Nathan want to scream for him to shut-up.



“Your friend out there tells me you think you were the target of a gay-bashing Dr. Morris. I have to tell you I find that hard to believe.”



Anger coursed through Nathan’s blood driving away all thoughts of pain. He moved to the side so that the swelling of his face and jaw was visible under the harsh fluorescent lights of the exam room. “Does it look like I did this to myself Sheriff Nash?”



Nash didn’t flinch. “No sir. There’s no question that you were attacked. I just wonder if maybe you were mistaken about the motive. This town is pretty tolerant towards gays and lesbians.”



“The man who jumped me called me a faggot and told me I was dead if I didn’t leave town. Doesn’t exactly sound like the Reed County Welcoming Wagon now does it?”



The sheriff’s handsome face never changed expression. “No sir it doesn’t. All I’m saying is could it be possible that someone would want this to look like a gay-bashing? Do you have any enemies?”



Amy and Mike who had been listening from the open doorway of the exam room rushed to defend Nathan’s character but Brandon Nash’s blue eyes never left Nate’s face. It was almost like he was searching for something. Nathan found himself growing uncomfortable under the scrutiny. He decided to relieve the tension by lashing out.



“To answer your question I don’t have any enemies that I know of other than my parents who hate me because I’m gay and my brother who avoids me because he’s afraid my queerness might be contagious. None of them would touch me though. They’d be too afraid they might catch something from the ‘unclean homo’. I think you’re overlooking the obvious. Maybe the good people of Reed don’t want a faggot for a doctor. Did you ever think about that?”



For the first time since the interview started Nash’s eyes flashed with irritation. He put his notebook down on a nearby counter and looked Nathan straight in the face. Since Nate was still seated on the exam table they were about level even though Brandon was a good four inches taller standing up. He edged closer to the table until they were almost nose to nose. Nate could feel Brandon’s breath on his face could smell peppermint coffee and some kind of aftershave that made him want to nuzzle his face in the man’s neck. To his horror he felt himself getting hard. He could only hope the sheriff didn’t notice. He needn’t have worried Nash’s eyes never broke contact with his own.



“No it never occurred to me that the people of Reed might not want a ‘faggot’ for a doctor. After all they elected one sheriff.”



The room fell into total silence. Amy and Mike may have been speechless but Nathan was absolutely stunned. Nash was the only one who seemed to be enjoying himself.



“Now that we have established that I am probably the last person in the world to ignore a gay-bashing let’s get on with this so I can file a report.”



Nathan answered the sheriff’s questions all the while wondering about the man asking them. He was sexy enough to make even a straight guy look twice but that wasn’t what drew Nathan to him. Brandon Nash had some quality that made Nate want to get to know him to find out what he liked what made him feel good. God he wanted to get that man into his bed. For a guy who hadn’t had sex with anyone other than his right hand the feelings of lust that hit him came as quite a shock. It was probably all just wishful thinking anyway. A man who looked like that was certain to have a boyfriend maybe even a life-partner. He was so lost in thought he didn’t hear Nash’s last question.



“I’m sorry. What did you say?”



For the first time since the interview started Nash gave him a genuine smile. “I said are you sure we shouldn’t take you over to the hospital to have you checked out? Chicago’s only about a thirty minute drive from here.”



Nathan was about to decline when Amy spoke up. “I think you should go to the hospital. I’ll feel a lot better if you do. My exam was pretty thorough but I still think you should have an MRI.”



Mike nodded. “I agree with Amy dude. I’ll drive you.”



Mike reached for his keys but Sheriff Nash stopped him. “My shift ended about half-an-hour ago. I can take him and get the doctor to sign a report on his injuries.”



Nathan felt himself loosing control of the situation. He hated it when people talked about him like he wasn’t even in the room. As desperately as he wanted to get to know Brandon he wasn’t ready to spend an hour alone with him especially when he was half-addled from a blow to the head.



“Amy already checked me out. She can fill out your report.”



Nathan’s stomach turned over as Amy started shaking her head. “No. I really think you should have an MRI. I can write the orders and you can take them with you.”



Nathan’s jaw hardened. “Fine then. Mike can drive me.”



He turned around just in time to see Amy nudge Mike in the ribs. “Honey don’t you remember that proposal you have to have ready for your client tomorrow?”



“Huh?” Another nudge to the ribs this one harder. “Oh you mean the proposal I was working on when the alarm company called.” He gave Nash an apologetic grin. “I’ve been offered a junior partnership at a firm in Chicago. Not a bad commute and the pay is damn good for a guy who just passed the bar a year ago. Of course if I don’t turn in my work on time. . .”



Brandon nodded. “Wouldn’t want that to happen. I’ll take Dr. Morris to the hospital. Don’t worry about it.” He gave Nate an apologetic smile. “Afraid you’ll have to ride in the ‘sheriff-mobile’. My car’s off having some detail work done.”



Before Nathan could protest any further he found himself being hustled into a state-issue SUV with the sexiest man he’d seen in a long time. Not even a head injury could stop the feelings of longing when they hit.



* * *



Brandon hated evening calls. Reed was small enough that his deputy Sam and he could usually handle all the calls themselves without having to pull the junior deputies off their regular shifts. Unfortunately no one told that to the eighteen wheeler that jackknifed off of Interstate Twelve just three miles outside of town. No one was hurt thank God but the truck had been carrying live poultry to the processing plant two towns over. Nothing like trying to dodge traffic and catch ninety angry chickens at the same time to set the tone for the night. Sam managed to stop traffic and enlist a handful of volunteers to help with the round-up but the whole scene looked like a sketch from Saturday Night live. After being pecked for the fifth time by creatures he only wanted to see fried with gravy Brandon had been grateful to field another call. He could still see Sam’s face when he told him he had to leave. After twenty-five years as friends and a hellish six months at the F.B.I. academy together he knew Sam well enough to know his buddy would get even at the earliest opportunity. He only hoped the poor guy didn’t get mites from all those feathers.



Brandon stole a glance at the man slumped in the seat next to him. He had heard tales of how good looking the new doctor was but the bits of gossip he’d heard didn’t do the guy justice. He was shorter than Brandon maybe five-eleven but his body was well sculpted and muscled. His chocolate eyes were red-rimmed but still beautiful as was his fine-featured face. His hair was dark blonde and spiky a look which suited him. Brandon felt a familiar pull in his groin just thinking about the sexy doctor.



He never would have figured Nathan Morris as gay. Certainly the female population of Reed didn’t know he was. Of course Brandon didn’t exactly fit the gay stereotype either. Then again none of the gay men he knew did. There wasn’t an effeminate one in the bunch.



The ride to Chicago was silent but Brandon figured his passenger was in too much pain to talk if the grimaces and grunts he was making were any indication. He wondered what the good doctor would sound like in bed. He forced himself to stop thinking about it when the bulge in his jeans started to rise.



He pulled the SUV into one of the spaces marked for police vehicles and cut the engine. He got out and was around to open Nathan’s door before he could get out by himself. Brandon took Nate’s elbow and helped him to the ground.



Nathan’s voice low and rough made Brandon want to jump him right there in the parking lot. “Thanks Sheriff but I can go in by myself.”



“Call me Brandon.”



“O.K. Brandon. I can do this by myself. I did my residency in a hospital a lot like this one. I know the drill and most of it is hurry up and wait.”



Brandon smiled and started walking him towards the emergency entrance locking the doors of the SUV with the remote on his keys. “Normally I would agree with you but I just happen to know someone who works here. He actually owes me a favor so I think he’ll be able to get us in and out of here a little bit faster.” While he was talking he led Nathan past the emergency wing to a row of elevators inside the hospital proper.



“Where are we going?”



“Relax Doc. We’re going up to the third floor to neurology. The guy I told you about has an office up there.”



Brandon pushed the button for the elevators. The one closest to them opened allowing a woman and four half-grown children to get off. One of the larger boys bumped into Nathan nearly knocking him off his feet in his already addled state. Brandon caught him to his chest trying to ignore the arcs of electricity that went through his skin when he wrapped his arms around Nathan and pulled him to his chest. Both the woman and the boy apologized but Brandon’s only focus was the man he held in his arms.



“Doc are you O.K. man?”



“Nathan.”



“Huh?”



“My name is Nathan or Nate. I figure if you’re going to hold me in your arms like we’re about to do the tango the least you can do is call me by my name.”



Brandon pulled back to see the grin on Nathan’s face the first smile he’d since the moment he walked into the doctor’s office. “If you’re joking around you must be O.K.”



“That’s what Amy says. Do you want to let me go now?”



Brandon pulled him close again. “Do you really want me too?”



“Considering we’re in the middle of a hospital lobby waiting on an elevator and being watched by dozens of people yeah. Thanks for catching me though.” He lowered his voice and cast his eyes down a bit. “It felt kind of nice to be held again.”



Not certain how to respond Brandon let him go immediately missing the warm heat from his body. He stayed close enough to catch him again if necessary as they boarded the elevator. Other people crowded in making conversation difficult. The silent ride gave Brandon a chance to tamp down some of the lust he was feeling.



The third floor of Chicago General wasn’t as crowded as the lobby so Brandon was able to lead him through the hall at a fair clip. When Nathan stumbled he immediately apologized.

“Sorry Doc. I forgot how fast I was going.”



Nathan grinned again making Brandon’s own knees feel weak. “Normally I can keep up but I think I’m just a little punch drunk.”



“Maybe we should have called an ambulance. Are you even supposed to be walking around?”



“Amy checked me over before we left. This whole hospital thing and MRI is just a precaution. I do feel guilty that you have to spend your evening here with me though. I feel like I’m messing up your plans.”



Brandon stopped in front of a row of doors and said “If by ‘messing up my plans’ you mean taking me away from the glamorous prospect of sharing a frozen pizza with my dog then I can only invite you to mess up my plans more often.”



“No family? No boyfriend?”



“I have plenty of family but I don’t live with them anymore. I figure thirty-two is a little old to be sharing a set of bunk beds with my kid brother. As for the boyfriend I had one of those too but he belongs to someone else now thank God.”



Nathan said “I’m sorry man. I didn’t mean to bring up any painful memories.”



Brandon shook his head. “You didn’t. Jeff and I broke up four years ago. He subscribes to the theory that gay men are incapable of fidelity I don’t. Seems he had a fondness for twinks that I didn’t share.”



Brandon almost laughed at the shocked look on Nathan’s face. “He had an affair?”



“Affairs as in plural.”



“That must have hurt.”



“Maybe the first time I caught him in bed with another guy. By the third time I was glad to be rid of him. I think the only reason I stayed as long as I did was because I felt like I had made a commitment. I guess he didn’t see it that way.”



“Damn. That’s harsh.”



Nathan shrugged. “It was a long time ago. Come on. Let’s get you checked out.” He knocked on the door they were standing in front of.



The door opened immediately and Brandon was engulfed in a bracing bear hug almost as fast. “Hey squirt. What the hell are you doing in Chicago at 7:30 on a Tuesday night?”



“Damn Keith. Put me down before you snap my spine will ya? Are you and Maria so hard up for money that you have to drum up business by causing the injuries yourself?”



Seeing Nate’s startled expression Brandon said “Nate this is my brother Keith. He’s a neurologist here. Keith this is Nathan Morris.”



Keith put his brother down and moved closer to Nate. Using one finger he gently tilted Nate’s head so he could better see the right side. He turned back to Brandon. “I’m assuming you didn’t do that to his head?”



“If I had I damn sure wouldn’t have brought him to the hospital. Nate thinks he was the subject of a gay-bashing.”



Nate gave Brandon an icy glare. “No he doesn’t think he was the subject of a gay-bashing he knows he was.”



Keith and Brandon both fought back their grins. Keith said “Yeah I hate it when people talk about me like I’m not around too. I guess you’re here for an MRI right.”



Nate nodded. “Yes but I don’t want to bump anyone else off the schedule.”



“I’ll check with one of the techs but I don’t think there’ll be a problem. Tuesday nights are kind of slow even here in Chicago. Do you have a set of orders or do you need me to write you some?”



Nate handed him the orders and watched as Keith’s face changed. “Wait a minute. You’re a doctor?” When he nodded Keith said “You aren’t the same Nathan Morris who did his residency in the NICU at Atlanta General are you?”



Brandon watched as Nathan nodded and then blushed a little bit. He turned to Keith. “You know him?”



Keith said “Only by reputation. Dr. Morris here is a legend in the field of neurology. He pioneered a technique to help premature babies deal with the neurological symptoms of withdrawal from heroin and cocaine. Man what are you doing all the way up here?”



Brandon could see how uncomfortable Nate seemed. Before Keith could pump him for more information Brandon said “Don’t you think he should at least be sitting down somewhere? I mean you are the doctor and all but still…”



“Shit. I’m sorry man. I’m actually a pretty good doctor when my dumbass kid-brother isn’t distracting me. Let’s get you to radiology.”



Keith led them down the hall to the radiology lab. While the techs took Nate into the other room and prepared him for the MRI Keith seized the opportunity to pump him for information. Brandon told him all about the gay-bashing and his doubts about the motive. Keith ignored all that and cut straight to the reason why gay-bashing would even be a possibility in the first place.



“So Dr. Morris is gay huh?”



“Don’t even think about it Keith. Jeez you’re almost as bad as Mom.”



Keith did his best to look hurt but Brandon knew him too well to be fooled. “All I did was make a casual observation Bran.”



“Yeah right. Just like you made a casual observation that one of the doctors on your surgical rotation was gay and had a thing for guys in uniform? Just like the casual observation you made about how great Pastor Oakley’s son was or how nice Mrs. Jensen’s brother-in-law seemed? The answer is no. Stop trying to fix me up.”



The tech came back into the room and started adjusting the settings for the MRI machine. Keith stepped back enough so that the guy couldn’t hear him. “You need to have that conversation with your hormones bud. I saw the way you were looking at him.”



“No reason I can’t look is there? But looking is all I’m going to do. For all I know he could have a boyfriend.”



Keith shook his head. “Not the way he was looking back at you. I’d almost be willing to put money on it. Besides if he has a man why wasn’t he the one who brought him in? No way in hell would I let some other guy take Maria to the hospital if she was hurt.”



Before Brandon could respond the tech turned to Keith. “Dr. Nash the patient’s heart-rate and breathing are both elevated. I think he’s having a reaction to being inside the machine.”



Keith swore. “The poor guy must be claustrophobic. None of the open MRIs were free?”



“No sir.”



Keith thought for a moment them pulled Brandon towards the desk. “Here talk to him.”



“What?”



Keith pointed to the mike mounted on the desk. “Talk into the mike and he’ll be able to hear you. It might calm him down and take his mind off being inside the machine. Hell you’re the one with a degree in forensic psychology. Don’t you think it’s worth a shot?”



Brandon knew enough about claustrophobia to know that panic at being inside a tight closed space could escalate in a matter of seconds to a full blown anxiety attack. Brandon put his mouth to the mike.



“Nate can you hear me?”



A shallow breath came through the speaker of the control panel. “Brandon?”



“Yeah buddy it’s me. You O.K.?”



Another shallow breath. “I’m alright. I just hate tight spaces. God I am such a sissy. No wonder I’m a fag.”



Brandon smiled at the shocked look on the young tech’s face. “I don’t think being gay caused your claustrophobia Nate. If you don’t calm down though you’re going to hyperventilate.”



“I’m trying man. It’s not that easy. Remind me never to give another one of my patients the ‘fear is only in your mind’ lecture. That is so much bullshit.”



Keith and the tech both coughed to cover up their laughter. Brandon glared at his brother before going back to the mike. “Let’s try this. Close your eyes can you do that?”



“Yeah.”



“Okay. I’m going to tell you some jokes. Just try not to laugh too much or you’ll move your head out of position.”



Keith said “I’ve heard your jokes brother. I don’t think we have that to worry about.”



Nate must have heard him because he chuckled just a little bit. Taking that as a good sign Brandon said “I’m going to ignore that and get right to the first joke. A man and his wife check into a spacious lakeside resort on their honeymoon. Night after night the clerk notices that the man goes out at three o’clock in the morning to go fishing. Every day he stays gone well into the afternoon and evening. Finally on the fourth day the clerk works up enough nerve to question the guy. He says ‘Excuse me sir but aren’t you on your honeymoon?’ The man nods his head and says ‘I sure am.’ The clerk says ‘Well if you don’t mind me asking why are you going fishing everyday instead of spending time with your wife?’ ‘That’s easy ’ says the husband. ‘My wife has hepatitis whooping cough and typhoid. She’s under quarantine. I can hardly go near her.’



The stunned clerk says “Well then why on earth did you marry her?’ The husband says ‘That’s easy. She’s also got worms and I do love to fish.”



Keith and the tech both groaned but Brandon was almost certain he heard Nathan laugh. The tech pointed towards the monitor. He mouthed “Keep going. It’s working.”



“Ok. Here comes another one. A guy is going for a drive one afternoon when he passes the county retirement home and sees three little old ladies lying naked out on the front lawn. Immediately concerned he goes inside and speaks to the administrator. ‘Did you know that there are three old naked women lying out in the grass?’ The administrator says ‘You mean they’re still out there? Well you have to admire their determination.’ Seeing the young man’s confusion the director rushes to explain. ‘Those women are all retired prostitutes. They’re having a yard sale.’”



This time there was no mistaking the laughter coming through the speaker. Brandon breathed a silent sigh of relief as he watched Nathan’s vital signs return to normal. He kept up a steady stream of jokes and one liners until the tech pronounced the test done. Brandon smiled as he watched Nate come rolling out of the machine. He moved into the room where the machine was and smiled again as Nate looked up at him.



“Thanks for saving me in there man.”



Brandon moved back so the tech could unhook the strap around Nate’s head. “Anytime buddy. It’s not often that I have a captive audience for my jokes. Sometimes I try them out on the guys in lock-up down at the jail but they just don’t seem to appreciate them like you did.”



The tech moved to help Nate up off the platform but Brandon got there first. He extended his hand and was flooded with warmth the minute Nate’s fingers wrapped around his own. For a moment they stood still hands together and eyes locked. Brandon pulled him to his feet but made no move to drop his hand.



Keith and the tech exchanged knowing smiles but neither commented on the tension between the other two. Keith said “Why don’t you wait in my office while I read these scans? I would offer to let you read them yourself Dr. Morris but you look a little worse for the wear.”



Brandon pulled Nate to his side as he swayed unsteadily. “Come on. Let’s get you to a chair before you collapse.” He felt a lump rise in his throat at the feelings of rightness having Nate pressed to his side evoked.



Brandon led him back to Keith’s office wincing along with him as he groaned in pain. “Do you need to lie down baby?” He winced again as he realized he’d let the endearment slip. It had been on the tip of his tongue ever since he’d held Nate in his arms after the mishap at the elevators.



Nate shook his head either not noticing or choosing not to comment on the slip. “I’m O.K. I don’t think it’s my head that’s making me so shaky. I skipped lunch today and missed dinner. I think my blood sugar probably just dropped down to the low side.”



No sooner were the words out of Nathan’s mouth and Brandon was on his way to the snack machines. He came back with two cokes a couple of sandwiches and a pocketful of candy bars. He handed one of the sandwiches and cokes to Nate.



“Thanks man.” Nate reached for his wallet but Brandon waved him away.



“I was glad to do it. It’s not exactly four star cuisine but it’ll bring your blood sugar back up.”



Nate nodded. “You and Keith look a lot alike. Same hair and eyes. So what’s the favor he owes you?”



“What?”



“On the way up here you said you knew a guy who owed you a favor. So what does Keith owe you?”



“His life. I let him make it to adulthood without killing his sorry ass.” Nate laughed but Bran noticed he wasn’t eating much. “If you eat all that I’ll give you a treat.”







Nate’s smile was enough to make Brandon pop a boner right there in his brother’s office. “If I had a dirty mind my imagination could go hog wild with an opening like that.”



Brandon colored and took the chair next to Nate’s hoping to hide the evidence of his arousal. He couldn’t remember being this perpetually horny since he was a teenager. Hoping to steer the conversation into less dangerous territory he said “Actually I meant that I have a candy bar in pocket.”



Nate’s evil grin returned. “Oh is that what that is?”



Brandon had just taken a sip of his Coke when Nate said that. He sprayed soda all over Keith’s desk just as the door opened and his brother entered the room. Keith took one look at the cola dripping from Brandon’s chin and the smile on the other man’s face and shook his head.



“I don’t know what you just said to my brother but I haven’t seen his face that red since the day Megan peed all over him in church.”



“Megan?”



“Our baby sister.”



Nate looked at Brandon. “How many brothers and sisters do you have?”



“Mom and Dad had eight kids counting me.” He pointed to Keith. “That idiot over there is the oldest.”



“Where do you rank on the list?”



“Third from the top.”



Keith took a seat behind his desk. “Do you have siblings Nate?”



Brandon watched the shadows fall across Nathan’s face. “Just one my brother Seth. He’s twenty-two six years younger than me.”



Keith was about to ask another question when Brandon shook his head. “What the verdict on Nate’s MRI?”



Taking the hint Keith said “Well the MRI shows no signs of injury but I do think you probably have a slight concussion Nate. Do you have someone who can stay with you tonight? I really wouldn’t advise you to stay by yourself. Of course I’m sure you already know all this.”



Nate nodded. “I can stay with my friend Amy and her husband.”



Brandon watched as Keith’s curiosity kicked in. “You live alone then? No partner?”



Again Nate’s expression darkened. “No.”



“No boyfriend?”



“No.”



“Any prospects?”



Before Nate could answer Brandon said “Jesus Christ Keith I thought I was the only cop in the family. Leave the guy alone will ya?”



“Sorry. Anyway as I said I think you should stay with your friend tonight. I can write you a script for pain killers if you want.”



“That’s alright. I can manage with aspirin thanks. May I use your phone to call Amy and let her know what’s going on?”



Keith pointed to the phone on the desk but Brandon had already pulled out his cell. “Here. You can use mine.”



“Thanks.” Nathan dialed Amy’s number and waited in silence as it rang. After about the sixth ring he closed the phone and said “I got the machine. Let me call the clinic and see if she’s still there.”



Another call and again no answer. “Not there either.”



Keith said “Does she have a cell?”



“Yeah but she only carries it when she’s on call. She’s off for the next three days.” He thought for a minute. “Let me check the service we use for after hours calls and see if she left a message with them.” He dialed another number and waited.



“Hi Cindy it’s Dr. Morris.”



Pause. “Boy news travels fast in Reed huh?”



Pause. “No I’m O.K. just a solid bump to the head. Listen have you heard from Amy?”



Pause. “She did? When?” He covered the mouthpiece and turned to Brandon. “Mike’s aunt down in Atlanta has been taken to the hospital. Cindy thinks she fell or something. It must be pretty bad because he and Amy just hopped on the first plane out.” He uncovered the phone and said “Who’s handling our calls?” Another pause. “No he’s a good doctor but be sure he knows only to accept the serious calls. The drive from Chicago to Reed is too far for a case of the sniffles. Alright Cindy thanks. If you hear from Amy please tell her to call me at my apartment.”



Before he could hang up Brandon took the phone. “Hey Cindy? It’s Brandon Nash.” Brandon rolled his eyes “No I didn’t realize your cousin was gay. And single too huh? Imagine that. Listen Cindy tell Amy to call my place for Nate instead.” His left leg twitched while he listened to the conversation on the other end. “No you can’t ask why. O.K. Cindy see you at church.”



The minute he turned off the phone Nate said “What was that all about?”



Keith almost laughed out loud at the look of innocence on Brandon’s face but he wisely sat behind the desk and kept his mouth shut. Bran said “Oh that. Well Cindy and I go to the same church. Went to the same high-school too but I’m a couple of years ahead of her.”



Nate looked like he was about ready to start cussing. Bran hid a smile behind his hand when Nate said “That’s not what I meant and you know it. What was all that business about Amy calling your place for me?”



Bran leaned over to better see his face. “Oh that. Well it’s real simple actually. Amy’s out of town and you live alone. You need someone to stay the night with you but the only people in town you really know are catching the red-eye to Atlanta even as we speak. That leaves you with one option. Plainly stated baby you’re coming home with me.”

Three gay party boys go loose

Steadily Shown His Place Ch. 04

This is a true story you should read chapters 1-3 in order for this to make sense to you.



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After the meeting with Jim and Laura described in Chapter 3 I continued to meet with them on a regular basis. A process evolved where I would email Laura and ask if I could visit and she would set the time. Eventually we settled in to a rhythm of meeting every couple of weeks. The deal stayed the same as what Laura laid out I paid $50 plus the two packs of cigarettes each time. They always required me to wear a condom and other than a brief hello I had to strip immediately when I arrived. As time went on things did relax a little and they weren t as harsh with me we did become more friendly. As we became more friendly I occasionally would put out gentle feelers about relaxing some of their requirements.



Once when Laura wasn t there I asked Jim if there was any way we could forgo the fee he and I had become friendly enough that occasionally we would sit and have a beer after he was fully serviced. While I appreciated the post coital (for him) camaraderie it was a bit awkward as Laura didn t allow me to get dressed until I was about to leave the moment I was dressed I had to go out the door. She said it was a respect thing who knows what that meant. So now we are two guys relaxing with a cold beer Jim is fully dressed and I am naked with a condom on my still hard dick. Jim would often apologize for my condition telling me if I needed to dress and leave so I could take care of that he would understand. But I digress. So it is just the two of us he had just had a particularly powerful cum and knew I had really worked hard for him. I had followed the usual guideline strip and hand over the cash and Marlboros even if Laura isn t there. We were enjoying some good football talk. So I tried putting out there thinking about a change in the fee arrangement. Jim smiled and laughed a sincere laugh. And with no hesitation he told me that if there was no fee there is no way he let s me visit. One of his younger well hung friends would be there in my place. Case closed.



Another time I tried to float the idea of letting me jerk off at the end of the session. More than once both Jim and Laura had let it be known that while Jim was pretty much exclusively no reciprocation with guys he had no issue with them taking care of themselves after he was done. Oh and of course they let me know none of them paid any kind of fee. So again during a relaxed moment after I had fully serviced Jim I tried to politely ask if there was any way they could let me relieve my very uncomfortable erection. The condom would be worn and it would leave with me and I could go across the hall if they don t like watching other guys pulling on themselves. Laura handled it this time no hesitation with a flat No . Admittedly I got a tiny bit pissy I pushed back asking why if all the other guys get to jerk off and they don t even pay. I knew I had made a mistake and the look on Laura s face changed instantly. Get dressed and get out maybe a couple of months away will help you remember your place. I emailed Laura for weeks afterwards pleading forgiveness only to be ignored. Finally she answered my email but was very cold to me. To make a long story short our next session I arrived wearing a bra and panties under my clothes and handed over a carton of Marlboro Lights and $100. I learned my lesson. Much later Laura shared that it makes her hot to blue ball a guy and she loved forcing me to endure that kind of frustration.



I never saw Dee again and for that I was grateful though Jim later told me that she did come to understand first hand why I was willing to pay for the privilege of being his cocksucker. And yes he confirmed she did know. Eventually she was essentially doing the same thing when Jim lost his job she offered to reduce his rent dramatically so she didn t lose access to his huge cock though she managed to rationalize it some other way and Jim let her have her charade. After I had serviced him on those visits when Laura wasn t there he loved to tell me about her incredible tits and ass and how she couldn t get enough of his cock. He knew very well what he was doing to me as I couldn t resist probing for the details but only was adding to the misery of my achingly hard cock. He loved to make me admit I wished I had the kind of equipment that could get a hot piece of ass like Dee. For that matter he loved to make me admit I wished I had a cock like his that would make other guys drop to their knees rather than being the one paying to get on my knees.



After about 18 months or so I got an email from Laura telling me that she and Jim broke up. She shared some details and was a little upset and did admit she would miss his huge cock more than anything else. Now several years later they have both long since moved on in relationships they both have moved a couple of times. But after a period of initial hurt Laura recovered and eventually found she couldn t fight it anymore. Less than a year after their breakup Laura started asking Jim to have sex with her again no strings attached. This is clearly a pattern with Jim ex. s drift away for a while but eventually are back asking if he will please let them have his big cock again. Now Laura is basically in the same boat as me and a couple of other guys she emails Jim and tries to get him to find some time for her.



After their break up I didn t see Jim for a couple of months I had lost his email once I was moved to exclusively going through Laura to set up time to see him. I really missed seeing him knowing I couldn t get anything even close to being in Jim s league.



One day I found an email in my inbox from his saying little more than Hi how have you been? I wrote a few lines of pleasantries but then got down to it and asked if I could come visit again the sooner the better. Like the early days he didn t reply for several days probably knowing I would be there in 10 minutes if he gave me the green light. Finally after four days or so I got a reply from him. Again he had shifted to a cooler tone didn t say yes but didn t say no. Kind of said yeah we did have some good times and left it at that. I was out of my mind and skipped all the other steps and went to begging for it. I told him how badly I missed his huge cock how badly I wanted it the same old deal or we could make changes if he wanted. I hit send.



A couple of days later I got a reply a couple of very long days. I was certain I would get a reply but knew he was making me suffer. Jim needled me about how badly I wanted his cock letting me know he hasn t noticed any shortage of really big cocks out there. Subtle but I got it. But then he shifted gears. He said he would be willing to go back to meeting but the terms would need to change a little nothing too major but he will need me to continue to do some things that other guys shouldn t have to do. Again subtle but loud and clear. Basic terms would be similar the fee would go up to $60 but I didn t have to bring cigarettes for Laura. He did instruct me to continue wearing a condom and was very clear that the no touching no cumming rule was in place. In fact he specifically told me not to try to revisit being allowed to jerk off.



Then the new terms started. Jim told me I was still to strip when I arrived but he expected me to be fully erect when I arrived at the door that he considered this to be a sign of respect. Failure would result in me paying the fee and being sent back out the door. On the theme of respect effective immediately he would prefer that I not call him Jim anymore that Mr. Smith would be more appropriate. Again zero tolerance so it became Mr. Smith from that day on.



Finally he told me he expected me to move to a role of more total submission frankly he didn t need another cocksucker to add to his list he got plenty of blowjobs. Oh to have such problems. From now on he expected me to wear black panties under my clothes when I arrive more specifically black thong panties. He was very insistent that I have them on when I arrive not put them on when I get there and I will strip down to the panties when I arrive. He noted the thong pouch should show off my erection nicely.



To this day those are the basic terms and I do still see Jim. He has steadily come to enjoy taking advantage of the power of his big cock regularly doing little things to reinforce we both know I have to do what he tells me to do. Sometimes it is little things like telling me to get him a coffee on the way over or even to bring him condoms (Trojan Magnum XL) to restock his supply for others that he meets . He will often keep me waiting hard and in my panties while he talks on the phone or does some email even giving me little chores to do around his place if he isn t ready for me yet. But the only detail that really matters is that he still has that big cock.



Eventually I began to email with Laura again. She was always witty and fun and very bright. Well and she had DDD s. One day out of the blue she suggested we get together she would enjoy seeing me again. I had no idea what she was thinking but jumped at the suggestion. She sent me her address told me to be there about 10 the following day. Oh and one more confusing detail she reminded me to bring her two packs of Marlboro Lights and $50 and to wear a condom.



I drove to Laura s place the next day as we agreed she greeted me at the door with a warm hug and invited me in. She said something like this is my place with a big smile but with not a hint of awkwardness pointed to a chair by the door as the place to pile my clothes. She didn t even stop floating off to the kitchen as she asked if I wanted coffee. Thoroughly confused I stripped down and followed her in to the kitchen wearing only a condom clutching her cigarettes and money. She took them as if I had offered a bottle of wine as a dinner guest then led me to the kitchen table to sit and have coffee. We chatted like old friends only I was naked as we drank coffee and she had a cigarette. It wasn t long though before the combination of her deep v-neck sweater and her sensual smoking style had my cock stiffening a process I was helpless to stop. The more I hardened the more I was drawn to her cleavage and massive bustline and inevitably was fully erect. While drinking coffee at the kitchen table. I will skip some details but eventually I was on my knees on the kitchen floor masturbating my condom covered cock with strict orders to keep stroking but not to cum. My other hand held her ashtray while she smoked and listened to me plead to see her breasts.



The request was denied as was my pleading to be allowed to finish as she called it as always I left her place blueballed. I have seen her many times since I have never seen her DDD s nor does she ever let me get off. But she does delight in telling me what her well hung lovers get from her things that I could enjoy too if it weren t for being short just a few inches of what she wants. But the Laura story is another whole tale I could write several chapters on...



Thank you I hope you have enjoyed my story.

This hairy guy is too hot to not taste his cock and swap a load of cum right to his mouth

New York Agent Ch. 02

Sorry you had to wait so long for the next installment. Life kinda gets in the way sometimes. I ll try to keep em coming more regular. Also I need to warn you: if you re looking for a quick jerk of session you ain t finding it here. I write romantic stuff yeah I know sappy shit but I write what I feel and I feel that two guys that don t know each other shouldn t jump in the sack at the first possible moment (even though people do that) but hey this is my story so weeeeeeh!



Now for the legal stuff if you re not allowed to read this stuff please don t. Oh and by the way my stuff is copyrighted so don t even think about it.



To everyone that has read my stories thank you very much. Hope you enjoy the next chapter. Thanks to everyone that votes. Keep it up!



Chapter 2



The drive home took longer than Reilly expected. When they pulled up to Jake s house Reilly was surprised to actually find a house instead of an apartment.



You live in a house?



Yeah. Jake laughed at the surprised expression on Reilly s face.



Jake let Reilly inside and quickly showed Reilly the layout downstairs and then led him upstairs to show him to the guestroom.



I can put your things through the wash. We can go get the rest of your stuff later if you want. Jake offered.



Thanks that will be great but what I really want right now is a bath. I need to get this hospital smell off me. Reilly said.



Sure no problem there s a bathroom through there. Jake pointed to a door on the right and left Reilly to his bath. Two minutes later he was back wanting to ask Reilly if he wanted something to eat.



Rei . . . Shit sorry . . . I just wanted to . . . Jake stammered.



It s ok Jake relax. You act like you ve never seen a half naked man before.



I haven t. Was his reply.



Reilly suck in a breath at Jake admission. What is he saying? The answer Reilly came up with and the truth were two very different things. Reilly moved closer to Jake. Jake couldn t take his eyes of him.



You re . . . Jake stopped himself from saying gorgeous and instead said.



. . . completely healed. Jake said as he reached out a hand and trailed his finger tips over Reilly scarred chest. Jake saw Reilly s stomach muscles clench and heard Reilly suck in a breath.



Jake. Reilly groaned. Don t distract me and don t change the subject.



What subject? Jake feigned ignorance never removing his fingers from Reilly s flat toned stomach.



You re a virgin. It wasn t a question.



Is it a problem? Jake was suddenly nervous to hear Reilly s answer. Hoping he didn t screw this relationship up before it even started.



No. I m a virgin to sort of. Reilly reached up and cupped Jake s cheek in his hand. Jake pressed his cheek against Reilly s palm loving the closeness and Reilly s touch.



How can you sort of be a virgin you either are or you re not. Jake asked confused.



I ll explain later. Remembering Jake s innocence earlier at the hospital Reilly whispered.



Jake.



Yes?



Please kiss me again. Reilly whispered.



An instant later Jake was leaning towards Reilly with his lips pressed against Reilly s mouth. Reilly closed the gap and pressed his body against Jake s hating the fact that Jake was still wearing jeans and a T-shirt and he was in boxers. He wanted to feel Jake s skin against him. He wanted Jake. Period.



The kiss was hesitant at first but when Jake felt Reilly s hands snake around his waist he let out his pent up breath and decided it was a good a time as any to take the kiss to the next level. Jake pulled away slightly and when their lips were a breath apart Jake licked his lips running his tongue against Reilly s lips simultaneously.



Reilly heard the moan but didn t realize it came from him until Jake licked his own lips again. That s when he heard it again and realized it came from his mouth. He could taste Jake in that lick. He opened his eyes and could see Jake watching him. Reilly let out a breath.



You re killing me.



I m killing myself too. Jake shivered visibly at the words. Jake suddenly took a step back from Reilly. Reaching out he took Reilly s hand and led him out the door and down the hall to his own bedroom.



Jake . . . Reilly stopped just inside the door and took in Jake s room. The darkest red paint he d ever seen covered the walls. A thick black carpet covered the floor from wall to wall. The center of attraction was Jake s huge bed. Standing elevated from the floor by about a foot and a half the bed looked soft and inviting. The room itself was also huge. Big floor to ceiling windows covered one wall to the bed s right with a view of the city in the distance.



In front of the windows was a massive chair covered in what must be very soft material because it looked inviting. What surprised Reilly the most was that there were no closets or other furniture in the room. Just the bed and the chair. The rest of the room was bare.



Jake saw the confusion on Reilly s face and walked to the wall opposite the windows. He pressed a palm to the wall and the spring-loaded door sprung open.



Bathroom and closet is through here. Jake stepped through the door and Reilly just stood at the door.



Reilly was contemplating curling up on the bed like kitten when he heard Jake s voice.



Rei come back here a minute will you. Reilly made is way through the door and down a short passage and stepped into Jake s master bath.



Everything was black. The tiles bath counters. Even the wall tiles. The only escape from the black was the chromed fixtures and the glass encasing the shower. This was big enough to fit four people with room to spare.



Reilly saw the tub was filled with steaming water. Jake had his back to him and saw him putting away something in a drawer that looked like a remote.



Suddenly music filled the air in the bathroom. Creed. His favorite band.



Just when fear blinded me you taught me to dream . . . I ll give you everything I am and still fall short of . . . What you ve done for me . . . In this life that I live . . . I hope I can give love unselfishly . . . I ve learned the world is bigger than me . . . You re my daily dose of reality



How did you know? Reilly wanted to know.



Know what? Jake asked.



That this is my favorite song.



I didn t. It s my favorite. Jake replied.



Reilly just grinned. Taking a step towards Jake. Jake suddenly changed the subject.



You said you wanted a bath right? Well here you go. Jake said indicating the filled tub.



Reilly looked from the tub to Jake and quickly made is decision. Hooking his thumbs into his underwear he slowly pealed his boxers from his body. Reilly notice the faint tinge of red on Jake s cheekbones. He also noticed the appreciated looks Jake darted at his cock.



Stepping out of his underwear he stepped into the tub. When Jake made to leave Reilly quickly spoke to avoid Jake leaving and to get a look at Jake s body. Join me.



Jake came to an abrupt halt two feet from the bathroom door. Reilly didn t look back but he heard the rustle of clothing being removed. After a long few minutes he heard Jake s voice.



Make room. Reilly scooted forward in the warm water. He immediately felt Jake s presence and a few seconds later he felt Jake s legs slip past his hips and along his own. His legs on either side of his body.



Reilly was sitting straight up in the water. He felt Jake hand on his shoulder pulling him back. Reilly let out the breath he was unaware of holding when his back came into contact with Jake s hard muscled chest.



Reilly didn t know where the sponge in Jake s hand came from but he purred like a kitten when Jake squeezed the accumulated water over his chest.



You like that don t you? he asked Reilly.



You betcha. I should ve requested you for bath detail in hospital. Reilly joked.



Jake sucked in a breath. He hated thinking of Reilly in hospital. When Jake didn t say anything for a few minutes Reilly lifted himself from the comfortable place in Jake s arms and turned as much as he could to face Jake.



What up? he asked.



Nothing. Was Jake s reply.



Don t give me that shit. What s wrong? Every time I mention the word hospital you tense up and shut up. What s going on?



I just don t like the word OK. I hate think that you were there and why you where there. I hate the whole situation. I hate that those sick fucks have my sister. Jake stopped when he felt tears in his eyes.



Sorry.



Don t be. You have nothing to be sorry for. I m the one who should be sorry. I keep bringing it up. Look Jake I know this isn t the best place for this. What do you say we get out of his tub and talk for a bit?



Jake didn t even answer he just stood and stepped out of the tub. Grabbed a towel and headed for the door. Reilly sighed at his retreating back and quickly finished his bath hating the fact that he wasn t able to stop for a moment and enjoy it. The one thing he missed before this whole mess started.



Stepping out of the bath he saw a robe hanging off a hook next to the door. Hoping Jake wouldn t mind he quickly dried himself. Let the water out of the tub. He walked to the drawer where he saw Jake stash the remote but before he could stop the music he listened to the words of the song that was playing at the moment and he stopped to listen.



At times life is wicked and I just can t see the light . . . A silver lining sometimes isn t enough to make some wrongs seem right . . . Whatever life brings . . . I ve been through everything and now I m on my knees again . . . But I know I must go on . . . Although I hurt I must be strong . . . Because inside I know that many feel this way . . .



Clicking the CD player off before the song can continue playing. Reilly pulled the robe closed around him and walked towards the bedroom.



Ain t that the truth.



Ain t what the truth? Jake asked from the bed.



I was listening to Don t Stop Dancing in the bathroom. Reilly said as an explanation. Jake just smiled as he recalled the words.



I get the words but why is it the truth? Jake wanted to know.



It kills me to see you like this and I know I have to be strong for you but I feel like I want to crawl up in to a little ball and cry for a week. Reilly looked away.



How pathetic am I? His question didn t quite sound like a question.



Rei . . . c mere. Jake stretched his hand out to Reilly.



Reilly walked the distance from the walk in closet to the bed where Jake was sitting. He took Jake s hand in both of his but instead of sitting down next to Jake he kneeled between his thighs and looked up at Jake with sad eyes.



Don t look like that Reilly. I m fine really I just miss Jos. Jake smiled at Reilly.



Tell me what I can do to make it better. Please. Reilly nearly begged.



Hold me? Jake asked.



Reilly wrapped his arms around Jake and laid his head against Jake shoulder. Thinking about how he would feel if he lost Emy. Christ I d die. Reilly hugged Jake a little harder.



I m sorry. He whispered against Jake s chest. Tears threatening against his eyelids. He lifted his head and looked at Jake.



I m sorry. He repeated.



Not your fault. Jake said close to tears.



Reilly leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jake s. Uncertain of how Jake would respond he made the kiss short and chaste. Jake hooked his hand behind Reilly s head and pulled him back when he pulled away and kissed him back.



Please Jake whispered against Reilly s lips. I need you.



Reilly looked up at Jake Are you sure.



I ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Make me forget. Jake replied.



Reilly didn t say anything just looked into his eyes and reached for hemmed elastic of his boxers. With a look Jake lifted his hips off the bed and Reilly slipped Jake s underwear off his body.



Reilly sucked in a breath when he saw Jake not really having had a good look at him in the bathroom Reilly felt an intense rush at Jake s beauty and the fact that he will soon be have part of Jake inside him.



What are you looking at? Jake wanted to know.



You . . . you re beautiful. Reilly smiled at Jake s blush. It s true. Reilly emphasized his point by a soft kiss against Jake s chest where his heart was beating beneath his skin. Reilly felt and heard Jake s heart pound.



I don t want you to be uncomfortable at any time so tell me to stop when you want ok? Reilly looked into Jake s eyes as he said the words so he could know that he meant them.



Thanks but I won t ask you to stop I ve wanted this . . . you for so long I can t remember ever wanting everything this badly. Reilly groaned as the words poured from Jake.



Wanting nothing more than to take Jake in his arms and make love to him knew he wouldn t be able to handle the rejection of another person he loved and decided to let Jake do to him what he wanted.



Jake I m here. We ll go as fast or as slow as you want. Reilly leaned up and placed soft butterfly kisses along Jake s jaw. Reilly thought he d never feel anything so sexy as Jake s five o clock shadow against his lips. Opening his mouth slightly Reilly allowed his tongue to run the length of Jake s jaw.



As much as Jake loved Reilly lips on his cheek he wanted to feel them against his own. Turning his head slightly he leaned froward and pressed his lips gently against Reilly s. His hand reached back and tangled in Reilly s soft slightly long blonde hair. Reilly groaned against Jake s lips and Jake took that as a sign that he was doing something right. Opening his mouth he let is tongue dart out and flick across Reilly s.



Reilly immediately opened his mouth and let Jake inside. Hot electricity crackled between them as their tongues pushed against one another. Their lips meshed and clung. Only one word could describe their kiss. Hot.



Reilly lost himself in Jake when he came up for air he realized that he was lying next to Jake on the bed with no recollection of how the hell he got there.



Jake caressed his hands down the smooth expanse of Reilly s back. Feeling muscles ripple as he went along Jake couldn t help wanting to know what those muscles would feel like under his lips.



I want to kiss you all over. Jake breathed rather than said the words again Reilly s neck.



I m not gonna stop you or complain. Was Reilly s reply. Jake rolled Reilly over until he was lying with his body flush against Reilly s. Chest to chest. Stomach to stomach. Legs entangled and velvety hardness rubbing against each other through Jake s underwear. Suddenly Reilly looked up in surprise.



What happened to the robe I was wearing. Reilly saw the smile spread across Jake s face. Then he heard the giggle then the full-blown laughter as he felt Jake s chest rumble against his own.



What s so funny? Reilly was hurt that Jake could laugh at him at a time like this. It brought back ugly memories.



The look on your face is priceless. Jake couldn t control his laughter and with an almighty push Reilly shoved Jake from him. Jake unable to control himself in time tumbled a little to far and took a three-foot flight to the floor.



Oh God Jake are you OK? Reilly jumped up and rushed around the bed to where Jake fell but what he saw stopped him in his tracks.



Jake was still laughing his ass off.



Maybe you should share the joke. Reilly said impatiently. Jake suddenly sobered when he heard Reilly s tone.



I don t appreciate being laughed at. Reilly said ugly feelings rushing from his past. He reached down and grabbing up the previously discarded robe and fled from Jake s bedroom. Jake stared after him and could help saying out loud.



What the fuck?



To be continued . . .

Handsome twink swallows his boyfriend\\\'s cock balls deep and gets face-fucked like a slut

Lead Me Not Ch. 01

Somewhere off in the darkness he could hear screams. The sound no longer bothered him not even when they rose to such a cacophony that the brimstone walls trembled with pleasure the echoing rumbles merely part of the constant ambiance of hell. He could only count himself among the lucky that he wasn t joining them.



Haden opened his eyes from where he lay on his back on a slab of living rock his only remaining wing draped loosely on the floor. Gone was the stunning portrait of a charismatic young priest the last echoes still lingering only in his baby blue eyes.



Hadephobia. You ve got a job asswipe.



Hadephobia—fear of Hell. It had become an appropriate and painful nickname for him down here. He looked up towards the sound of the voice knowing already who came calling and it sent his stomach twisting.



Ademkass Desdemona one of the highest ranking among the defiled and one of the oldest as well a half-breed of incubus and chaos demon. Still he made for quite the sight standing in the doorway clad only in black leather pants that clung to his shapely legs like a second skin. Unlike most his complexion still held a hint of what was once a rich Egyptian tan overlaid with a series of strange tattoos. Black dashes ran from one cheek to the other along with a V of them down his shapely chest from nipples to groin the same V in a mimic on his back an almost obscene arrow down towards his more erogenous zones in silent invitation though at the time of their creation there had been more profound meaning behind them. Black swirls marked his palms and hips as well perfectly balanced. Red hair fell straight to the small of his back his eyes black but nearly luminous in the dim light.



What s the matter priesty? On the rag or is your other wing twitching itself off of you like the rest of your skin? Adem s upper lip curled at that sneering at the tattered broken appendage that extended from Haden s right shoulder blade. The half-breed had lost his own wings years ago only scars left behind from where an archangel had ripped them from his back.



Sighing Haden closed his eyes again his dark hair a mussed twisted halo around his head. What is it I have to do?



For a moment Adem only stared at him the monotone response apparently not what he was looking for.



You worthless sack of rotting flesh. You should be on your knees begging me for an assignment. He paused for half a second as if pondering the idea even as he stepped completely into the side chamber the door banging shut behind him on its own.



And here it came. Haden refused to open his eyes until he felt the hand on his throat lifting his limp body up off the slab of hard stone catching his breath against the other s palm.



I believe I told you to get on your knees.



It was all so predictable and the same as Haden had been through many times before. It seemed to him the others especially the older ones were nearly programmed only able to follow a script follow orders. Perhaps the endless atmosphere of screams heat and sulfur would do that to anyone. Even to him in the end.



The younger creature hit the stones hard as he was dropped pulling his legs underneath him to rest on his knees his one wing drooping dragging on the floor behind him. The left side of his back held a jagged scar where the other one had been nearly lost in a series of crossed whip marks marring his creamy skin the blemishes extending from the back of his neck to the tops of his thighs. What appendage remained sprouting from the abused skin was in tatters one of the bones snapped off close to the base and exposed bare and white the leathery flesh stretched thin torn and completely useless for getting him airborne even if its counterpart still remained.



Now.



Adem s voice finally brought him back looking up to see the older creature pull down the zipper to his pants peeling them down to expose an already erect cock. Of course as an incubus he could have orgasmed on command much less make it hard at a moment s notice. Not to mention he had control of its size and the demon must have been feeling especially cruel at least eleven inches greeting Haden s mouth the head just pressing against his lower lip beside the small silver ring that curved around the soft edge of his mouth.



The half-breed smirked resting his hands on his hips matching the tattoos together by his palms and tossing his head to get his long hair back into place and out of his way. Well? Or are you too thick to remember what to do now?



Haden sighed quietly his warm breath washing over the first few inches of the pulsing shaft. There was something still innocent left in him something naГЇve and unbroken the way he wrapped one hand around the thick base pressing his lips against the weeping slit the cool metal such a pleasant contrast to his skin. Yet Adem couldn t put his finger on just what it was about their recruit that made him so undeniably appealing. He was like a mortal still in the way he moved and acted shrinking away from the other hostile creatures that thought nothing of taking full advantage of him. Perhaps it was only because he had been a corrupted priest that certain holy air still lingered about him.



In a way Adem had to admit that it sickened him. His only redemptive quality seemed to be that most of his sins were those of the flesh and he carried the experience on with him.



Haden hesitated only a moment longer before he wrapped his mouth entirely around the mushroom head of the other s cock the familiar salty tang pressing against his tongue. There was something almost bittersweet and tempting about it at the same time the confusing and alluring scent of an incubus rising thick to him as he tilted his head slowly guiding the inches in. Still to take all eleven was a daunting task and he knew Adem wouldn t let him go until he could.



For now the younger demon backed off instead stroking him with one hand wary of his claws. He watched the soft skin shift beneath his tapered fingers veins outlined his steady heartbeat making the shaft pulse and twitch in response. A faint smile quirked at the corners of his lips if only in the echo of a memory before he put his tongue to work. Tilting the thick length upwards to point towards the other realm so far out of reach he lapped at the hairless sac beneath running his tongue down over one ball and then the other sucking them into his mouth briefly. There was something still infatuating intoxicating about this and soon he was going at it with the threat forgotten. By Adem s soft moans it was well worth it.



He brought his other hand up to stroke at the demon s inner thigh nipping the extra flesh between his balls very lightly careful not to catch his fangs on the sensitive skin before he licked his way back up to his cock. Closing his eyes and humming lightly with pleasure he swirled his tongue around the base again still holding it with one hand and then ran the slick muscle up the underside all the way back to the head licking out the seeping precum almost eagerly. It was a change Adem couldn t help but enjoy every time.



Smirking around his fangs the redhead shifted his hands onto the other s head tangling into his dark hair a thick mane that had once been silky and shiny fallen into neglect since his stay below unlike some. The touch however was enough to spur Haden to greater efforts feeling the claws rake lightly along his scalp. He took in a quick breath then engulfed a few inches into his hot mouth again. He sucked hard flicking his tongue against the sensitive slit again and again until he felt the muscle of the older demon s thigh quiver lightly. He backed off slightly only to press his head forward again gagging lightly when the tapered head hit the back of his throat. Sucking in an unnecessary breath through his nose out of habit alone he swallowed easing the thick cock into his open throat. He wanted to feel all of it if only to get some accomplishment out of the punishment but he wanted to make Adem groan. He wanted to make the bastard fall to his knees and scream with pleasure. It was the only time he would ever be able to make him scream.



Relaxing his throat as best he could he forced himself down further sucking and swallowing his tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft. He didn t realize how far he had gotten until his nose pressed against bare skin the incubus completely bare of hair aside from the long bloody tresses from his scalp. Opening his eyes Haden looked up at his captor a low moan sending a pleasant vibration all the way up Adem s cock. The incubus groaned himself watching the younger demon cup and gently knead his balls as he deep throated him half-choking on the full length but managing to hold it for a few moments longer. He backed off again lathing the salty skin with his tongue every inch he could reach before sucking him back into his mouth.



The wait became agonizing especially with Haden s own cock pressed against his jeans in an uncomfortable bulge but he dare not put his hands down and free it. Instead he worked over his superior time never a factor below the surface. It could have been minutes or hours that he pulled and sucked and licked at the hard penis moaning and murmuring quiet pleas for the other demon to cum or was it that he was begging to be allowed to do so himself?



Please...



The little whimper came as delicate and sweet music to Adem s ears curling his fingers a bit tighter into Haden s hair. Cupping the back of his head he pulled him sharply forward thrusting his hips and burying himself all the way once more. Unprepared the dark-haired man gagged and the contraction around his cock was enough to finally put the incubus over the edge. Tossing his head back he gripped Haden s head and groaned low and long. Six or seven spurts emptied down the back of the priest s throat before he pulled back a few more short bursts landing on his tongue before the incubus finally finished still hard but apparently sated.



Trembling and gasping lightly Haden licked the shaft clean looking up at his superior once more the taste lingering thick in his mouth. ...My assignment? He asked his voice sounding meek even to him by then still on his knees on the stone floor.



Rolling his shoulders in a stretch Adem yawned baring his fangs even as he pulled his pants back up tucking in his cock and arching his back extending wings that were no longer there. You re one of the only ones that can enter a church without being in pain and you know how to act as a priest. Go above for a week and gain us some more holy souls. I ll be watching you. He grinned something twisted and manic in the gesture. He reached behind him pulling black robes from nowhere and tossing them down at the couched miserable demon. Have fun Father. Trust that you ll be seeing me shortly.



The door opened and Ademkass slipped out his laughter echoing down the hall mingling with the agonized screams. Picking himself up once more Haden gathered the clothes against his chest feeling his hands tremble lightly. Shutting his eyes he only felt the walls close in around him the smell of sulfur becoming choking and the world spun rose and burst in a blinding flash of half-forgotten sunlight.



*



Author s Note: I hope you enjoy my first submission to Literotica! Trust that they ll be more to come—I have all kinds of plans for Haden and Adem shall be returning usually at the most inopportune moments. Please let me know what you like and dislike and what you want to see more of. Authors live and die by comments!

Twink is jerking to get a full satisfaction

The Online Connection

In some of my earlier adventures I had met on-line with a few couples for some great bi-action. Now I was ready to explore the bi-male contacts.



I was in Minneapolis on business for a week and decided that I wanted to suck some cock. No pussy flavoring this time I wanted my cum right from the source. On the evening that I arrived in Minneapolis I logged onto my computer and started trolling the Literotica personals as well as another site that I belong to. I placed an ad in the bi-gay personals on both sites that simply read: Shaved guy looking to suck a hard cock in Minnesota this week.



Within 15 minutes I had returns on both sites. Now for those of you that haven t met someone online the process requires some persistence. But it usually pays off big.



After wading through PM s emails and forum responses on Literotica I noticed that most of the Minnesota readers are simply that…readers! They say they want to meet but I ve yet to meet with anyone from Minnesota from this board (something that you guys can change on my next trip). On the other site I connected with two guys and quickly weeded one out as a talker. The other actually emailed his phone number to me with the simple message: call me now .



Shaking I disconnected from the online site and dialed the number half hoping that he would not answer. Great! His phone was busy. I tried a few more times then gave up and signed back into the web. I navigated to the site and sent him an email asking him to disconnect so I could call! It was getting late and I was ready to give up for the first night (but take matters into my own hands to ease the tension ).



He quickly answered my email saying by the time you receive this I will have disconnected and I m waiting by the phone for your call . I quickly disconnected and dialed his number.



This time my heart pounded as the phone rang. And I almost fainted when he answered.



Hello .



Hi is this Gary? I asked.



Yes is this Tall?



Yes. I didn t know what to say I ve never asked to give a blow job before.



Where are you staying? he asked.



At the Holiday Inn by the Mall of America I replied.



I ve never been with a man but I think I m ready. I live 10 minutes from that hotel and if OK with you I will drive over now before I have time to think about this and chicken out .



I accepted his dirty invitation and we discussed how we would find each other (I didn t want to give my room number to an ax murderer if you know what I mean).



I jumped into the shower and scrubbed every nook and cranny of my previously shaved body. Discussing the fact that I shaved everything except my head arms and legs seemed to turn him on immensely. He told me that he shaved his cock and balls something that I appreciated.



After dressing in the previously described outfit (black running shorts and a red t-shirt) I headed toward the lobby. It was warm outside so I went out and waited for his car which he had described. When he pulled in I immediately walked over to his car and asked Are you Gary? .



He was and we proceeded to walk to a side entrance because we both knew that the desk clerks could read the words Cock and Sucker across our guilty foreheads.



We walked to my room and I asked him if he was ready. Hard and ready came the reply. This was going to be interesting.



As soon as we entered the room he began stripping so I took the cue and followed his every move. I was too nervous to be hard and my shaved cock looked like it was hiding from something. Gary on the other hand pulled down his boxers and out sprang the biggest package that I had ever had the pleasure to meet. He was kind of heavy so I m sure that he had not been able to enjoy the view of his tools for a few years.



Gary plopped onto the bed and said So bitch get over here and suck my cock!



I love to be dominated so I curled up between his legs and began to explore the huge ball sack connected to the thick nine-incher. He was already hard and his cock was weeping a tremendous amount of pre-cum something I enjoy tasting on a man. I licked it up and began to hold and stroke his cock with one hand while my other hand found the thick skin of his sack which immediately began to pull-up and respond to my playing.



After wondering if I could get my mouth around his weapon I simply opened up and let him slide it in as I licked the sensitive front as fast as I could. I immediately discovered that he liked this treatment as he proceeded to grab the back of my head and fill my mouth with one of the largest loads that I ve ever experienced. As he settled down I sat back and let him watch me spit his cum down my chest. It ran down to my stomach and found it s way around the trunk of my shaft which was now harder than it had been in weeks.



He wasn t ready to suck (hopefully on another trip!) but he did want to recover and let me work more magic. I agreed and laid back as he stroked my cock. I could tell that my cock was the first that he had played with and I didn t want to scare him out of the room before I could enjoy another load so I asked him If I could beat it for him. He agreed and surprised me by asking if I would come on his balls and then lick it off of them. I was only too happy to make him happy.



As he lay with his legs spread I rubbed my cock against the thick skin of his balls which were still sweating from our earlier proceedings. It didn t take long as I erupted all over his hairless cock balls and stomach. I noticed his cock lurch back to life as he felt my hot spurts raining down.



Now get down there and clean me up and don t miss any!



I lowered my head and slowly sucked my cum from his stomach and down to the base of his cock. His cock was at full mast by the time that I licked the cum from the shaft head and lowered my mouth toward his huge sack. While cleaning his sack I noticed that some of my cum had dripped down to his rosebud which was also shaved. I lowered further and licked his ass clean.



Suck my cock now you cock sucking bitch!



I raised up on the bed and went to work on his turgid knob. The last one must have been for love because this one was clearly coming from lust . He grabbed me by the back of the head and shoved his cock into my throat. After gagging I lifted slightly and gave him everything I had feeling his ass raise off of the sheets.



Again it wasn t long before I tasted the familiar flavor of a man about to shoot. And he did not as much as the first time but a mouthful. I looked into his eyes opened my mouth to show the cum and swallowed it down.



He quickly dressed and left but not before planning to meet with me the next evening which is another story.



I consider Gary to be a friend and we meet for a drink and suck whenever I am in Minneapolis!

Fat masked slave gets his chocolate hole destroyed

Green Berets & Jockstraps

GREEN BERETS AND JOCKSTRAPS



PART ONE



I had a bad feeling. Something was wrong. My Special Forces team stood ready and eager in the plane about to parachute out the big cargo door over Pukudu Deme.



But something is wrong! The moment they opened the C-130 s big rear door and I got my first view of the Pacific island when the air rushed in with the heat and humidity a strange uneasiness hit me. Bad feeling! Bad feeling!



The Jumpmaster shouted Go! and the first man jumped out the door followed by the next and the next and the next and as the line shuffled quickly to the door suddenly I saw --



The man ahead of me is naked!







The man about to jump out the door was nude -- no helmet no camouflage Battle Dress uniform no parachute! Bare skin! What the hell??



I shook my head and instantly everything was normal -- Hizevsky was fully dressed as he dived out the door but I was so astonished I almost stumbled out the door after him.



Once falling through the sky the excitement of a military parachute jump took over and I went through the mental checklist of things to do. When I felt the pull of the canopy opening above me I looked up to check the lines and grabbed for the toggles that steered it. I looked down.



Pukudu Deme spread out below me a tiny anchor-shaped island with the crater of an extinct volcano at the far end and white lines of surf leading down to mirror-image rounded lagoons at the other. Beautiful place. It was deserted uninhabited almost unknown discovered only recently by satellite mapping. Have to come back here sometime with the wife.



***** Our team was on a training mission to survey the tiny place for a clandestine landing strip -- a secret runway a hidden ace card for any US aircraft in the area that might be in trouble. Pukudu Deme was a very lonely spot in a group of empty volcanic atolls. Completely unknown. No information about it anywhere.



And for a National Guard Special Forces team to get the mission was a real honor. The 12 of us looked forward to a two-week summer camp of real-world military action.



The Air Force put us out over Pukudu Deme at 1 400 feet -- a low-level combat jump. I steered for the landing zone a wide part of the beach -- 900 feet -- 850 feet -- 800 feet. At 750 feet the heat hit me. Whew! The place is a furnace! 700 -- 650 -- 600 -- 550 -- I got ready for the landing -- 500 -- 450 -- 400 -- 350 -- Beautiful place really. Flowers everywhere! 300 -- 250 -- 200 -- Get ready! I released my pack and it fell to the end of the long tether attached to my harness -- 150 -- 100 -- 50 --



Ka-bam! I hit the ground and rolled onto my side. Good landing. In the drop zone. Didn t hit a tree or step in a hole. A landing I can walk away from. Good landing!



Man is this place hot!! I gathered up my chute put on my pack and started moving toward the assembly area. Couldn t get over the momentary weirdness back in the plane. What in hell came over me? Must have been from the excitement.



By the time I got to the assembly point I was drenched in sweat. The humidity was awful but the air had a haunting perfume a wonderful smell of flowers. But damn it was hot!



*****



I stood at the assembly area counting noses -- everybody accounted for. Ali my Assistant Team Leader waved to me and I walked over to where he stood with McGinnis the Operations Sergeant.



Captain Tudizzi the supply drop hit a rock and broke open the container.



Anything damaged?



The radios both of em. Don t know what else yet.



Both radios? Damn. I wiped the sweat away from my face. Jeez this place is hot! Let s get into the shade.



The team moved from the beach into the nearby jungle. Ali held up a thermometer. 120 degrees. That s scary. Heat-stroke temps. I saw weather reports just before we left -- a heat-wave over this area.



Well we don t have any big time pressures. The surveying will take only a day or two. We ll just take it easy -- lot of swimming drills no mountain-climbing. Get the surveying done in the early mornings.



I glanced over at some of the other men sitting under palm trees looking like an old communist poster for the suffering sweating working class. A couple had even pulled off their shirts. I muttered out loud I don t like losing both the radios. Maybe Collins can fix one of them. Hopefully we won t need them.



But then something weird again -- suddenly the men taking shade under the trees were naked! Their uniforms completely gone!







Astonished I shook my head. Everything snapped back to normal. What in hell is happening to me?? Is this from the heat?



I got an idea. Tell you what guys let s all take a quick dip in the ocean to cool off! That brought cheers. We all stripped down for a quick dip -- and then I did see naked bodies but at least this time I m not seeing things.



Hunky guys. Every man on the team is a real stud! I forced myself to look away. Why am I noticing this now? Never paid attention before. We d all been in the showers dozens of times. My mouth watered. Damn what s the matter with me? I ve never looked at a man before! I m married for hell s sake!







I got out of the water and walked back onto the sand. But I couldn t keep turned away. Had to look back. Damn look at those guys! The muscles! The round butts! I felt my cock hardening. Oh shit now what? Damn! My dick stood up hard and proud. How fucking embarrassing!



When I came out of the water the other members of the team started splashing back to the shore and when I looked back every one of them had a hard cock too! Everybody was red in the face smiling sheepishly.



Looks like everybody s turned on



Hizevsky the medic. I looked hard at him. At 20 Joe Hizevsky was the youngest man on the team. I had wondered about that when he first joined the team as the medic. My life is going to be in the hands of a 20-year-old kid? But the Special Forces Medic course was the longest in the US Army and they came out practically surgeons. Hizevsky knew everything about the human body and he knew every medicinal plant in the book. The guys called him The Sorcerer.



I moved behind some trees where my upjutting dong couldn t be seen while I pulled my pants back on -- but I didn t want to put my clothes on again. I stopped with just my jockstrap on. I want to stay naked! Such a rush of arousal swept over me I couldn t keep my hand off my cock. God I m horny!!



So turned on I had to fight the impulse to jack off right there I got a weird idea -- a solution to the heat and the horniness. Yeah! I couldn t resist a couple of strokes over the pouch covering my stiff cock. Wait till I tell them!



After a couple of moments as the naked men walked out of the water from behind the trees I raised my voice. Men in this heat we re going to have stroke and heat prostration problems without some special arrangements. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.



For the duration of the exercise the uniform of the day will be jockstraps and boots -- only way to beat the heat! I stepped from behind the trees clasping my hands over my head in victory.







Dead silence.



After a few seconds though the shock wore off and after looking at each other with little smiles the men got busy getting dressed. In just their jockstraps.



Damn I was hot. What a group! Fine bodies fine! Look at those muscles! I was a little disappointed to see all those big cocks being stuffed behind jockstrap pouches but I loved seeing all that skin.







Ali my second-in-command lay back on some soft bushes. Warrant Officer Joe Ali was African American and Southern Baptist not Muslim -- his father had changed the family name to Ali as a political statement back in the Sixties. He was a schoolteacher in civilian life. Handsome man. Funny I never thought that before . . . and in a jockstrap he s downright . . .



I shook my head. For hell s sake what s wrong with me? Ali and I had been leaders of the team for several years. I knew his family he knew mine. Although we had showered together many times I had never looked at him with sexual thoughts before. What the fuck is happening to me??



I walked off in the opposite direction -- only to see Dozier.







Sergeant Al Dozier was a big martial arts expert my weapons sergeant the other black guy on the team. Tough guy. Had a few scrapes with the law. Worked construction as a civilian.



Couldn t help myself -- I stared. Dozier was 6 5 250 pounds and built like an M-1 tank.



What s come over me? What have I done? I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts. I ve never looked at men this way before! Now I m almost drunk! And wait till they hear back at Headquarters that I let everybody run around in jockstraps!



I turned away in yet another direction. There I found Hizevsky our young medic lying back in the foliage. Looking up at me with lust in his eyes. Posing like a magazine model. I licked my lips as I looked at the bulge in his jockstrap. For such a young guy he s really hung!







I was so horny I felt like yanking off my supporter and declaring that all men would walk around naked. I bit my lip to keep my mouth shut. Something is playing with my mind!



I liked Hizevsky s jock. A swimmer s model. Thin straps. I like that -- bares more skin.



I looked back at Dozier who was striding through the jungle toward me. Magnificent. The bull. He was staring at me and I realized I was breathing hard. Damn look at that jock pouch swell up! His cock is thrusting up over the waistband.



Couldn t tear my eyes away. Black as ebony. I can see it throbbing from here! When it grew hard enough that his foreskin slid back from the head it was shiny and wet. Wish I could see all of that big thing! As if he read my mind Dozier reached down and pulled the pouch aside. I saw it. Stunning. A stallion. A monster bobbing in the air with every step.



Then I could read his mind. I knew what he wanted. I knew what he was coming for. And something in me snapped.



I sank to my knees in the sand as Dozier walked up and I opened my mouth to suck in that big drooling thing. I spread my jaws wide around the huge hot mind-blowing cock! Oh yeah! I grunted like a pig as I sucked it and my hands gripped the huge shaft -- My god both hands! Can t close my fingers around it! Dozier grabbed my head and rammed his cock down my throat almost choking me.



But with my heart pounding in my chest I didn t care! I couldn t say a word -- mouth and throat full of his meat -- but I grunted with lust my brain on fire. Yeah! Yeah ram that big thing down me all the way down my throat! Fuck my throat! FUCK MY FACE!



In a very short time after only a few lunges Dozier cummed and a boiling gush shot down my throat. And his orgasm spread to me! My own cock spurted my jizz in long blasts into my jockstrap and long white drools of it soaked through the mesh to slither to the sand.



Dizzy almost blacked out from the ecstasy I fell back and Dozier s big cock slipped from my mouth. Streams of his cum ran from the corners of my lips. I gulped air into my lungs -- and the rest of his jizz down my throat.



I lay before him moaning in pleasure -- God oh God . . . never felt anything like it . . . I got off from sucking another man s cock . . . but gradually I came to. My god what have I done?? I m a US Army captain and I just gave a blowjob to a sergeant -- in the presence of all my men!



I opened my eyes.



None of my men were watching. All around me the team was in an orgy! The bigger men were paired with the smaller ones the shorter guys sucking their cocks their eyes closed everybody horny as sailors the jungle full of men kissing and groping each other in the bamboo thickets



This is getting out of control!



Farther back in the foliage other members of the team engaged each other in more serious competition.



Not only did I see blowjobs I saw Special Forces cocks going up Green Beret asses. They ve gone all the way! I should have been disgusted . . . but I was jealous!



When Ali walked over to me he wore a grim smile. Interesting command technique Captain Tudizzi. I was still breathing hard and I was still hot. His eyes too were dark dilated in lust. I wanted more.



I lay back on the ground spread my legs and lifted them in the air. Got another technique you ll like. A performance test.



Without another word Ali dropped onto me mounted me and pulled aside the elastic straps blocking his aim at my asshole. Then he aligned his big cockhead and YEEOWTCH! Jesus Fucking Christ!! He s ramming an M-16 barrel up my ass!



But I didn t scream. Didn t let myself yell anything. I was the commanding officer after all. Bad example for my men. I took Ali s huge cock up my virgin ass biting my lip so hard it bled. But I got every last inch. His cockhair ground into my pelvis.



I love it! I was so hot so horny once the first pain faded away it turned into the most exhilarating feeling I ever had and it built up to an pleasure so strong it was almost an orgasm without cumming!



It got through to my cock though and I went over the falls -- I sputtered more of my jism into my jockstrap pouch. Oh man this is crazy! Two orgasms in 10 minutes!



And something else: my cock was cooling down but my asshole still sizzled in the ecstasy of being fucked. Ali kept me floating on a cloud of pleasure all the way to his own cumming and when he busted a nut in my ass I felt it -- and the idea that he was cumming in me drove me into yet another ejaculation!



He lay on me both of us panting and sweating. His mouth close to my ear he whispered Fine ass Captain. Ultra-fine. He paused took in a breath. Captain Tudizzi something is wrong here. Mass hypnosis maybe. We re all fuck-drunk.



I looked around. The whole team was in an orgy of fucking.







No sooner did Ali get up off me than another man -- Collins the radio man -- pulled my slimy jock pouch aside and started licking my cock sucking up my jizz cleaning it making me hard again.



And as my cock went down his throat I saw Ali join in as the men changed partners -- moving to someone else or another sexual act as soon as they got an orgasm.



After Collins finished his licking my cock I joined in with the rest and gradually the men of my Special Forces team moved into a line of six men on their backs with another six mounted on them fucking like there was no tomorrow. My cock thrust into the asshole of every man on my team and when I was on my back one after the other of my men shot his jizz up my ass.



At first the beach had filled with groans of agony as virgin rectums stretched around big Green Beret cocks but in every case our faces gradually relaxed from grimaces of pain into the sloe-eyed open-mouthed drug-addict expressions of ecstasy. God what a thrill! I love being fucked up the ass!



At one point totally fucked out I lay on the beach panting exhausted barely able to raise my head. Hizevsky dropped to the ground beside me. Captain he gasped I think we have a problem.



I looked down. With a cock that big you have no problem.



That s what I mean sir. We re all fuck drunk.



I was beginning to get my hardon back. Yeah. Ali told me. Why is that bad?



It s getting stronger and stronger. Look at Dozier. He has now fucked every single man on the team at least once. And he s starting over. He rolled over to look at me. Captain that s 12 orgasms in two hours!



Nice cock. Hizevsky s hard again already. I reached out for it and when I touched him he purred. He liked it. But he shook his head to clear his thoughts. You see Captain? We re not coming out of it -- Ooh yeah squeeze me . . . squeeze it there!



I rolled toward him and bent down to his crotch. So what s causing it? I opened my mouth and took his big cock between my jaws using my lips and tongue to push back his foreskin.



Hizevsky moaned deep in his chest. Fighting to keep focused he looked into my eyes. The flowers. We re breathing the flowers -- ah god you got a hot mouth! -- Flower are like -- oh yeah ungh! -- Brazilian Iaieihonia . . . they cause hallucinations -- Oh Jesus GOD!



His hips trembling Hizevsky s cock gushed a hot load of sperm into my mouth and I gulped it down like a man dying of thirst. Fuck I m horny and I love Hizevsky s jizz. Where does it get that sweet taste?



And it hit me: I had blown every man on the team more than once. I could recognize some of them by the taste of their sperm.



Momentarily exhausted Hizevsky rolled onto his back. Breathing hard he looked up at me. Captain it s the flowers! They re some kind of Iaieihonia!







Seeing me rolling over to mount him he raised his legs and spread them. But they make us sex-crazed . . . if we don t do something to stop the -- Ooomph! God you re big! Ram that big log in deep you big bastard!



My hips lunged against the healthy muscular young man my cock thrilling in the tight tunnel of his hard meat. But somewhere in some unused space in my fuck-fevered brain I knew it was true: We ve got to get ourselves under control! If Hizevsky s right we could fuck ourselves to death!



A few minutes time later a blast of thunder rolled through the sky and raindrops spattered over my face.







As the rain washed the Iaieihonia fumes out of the air I could think clearly again. It s washing the lust out of my brain! I had finished with Hizevsky by then and I looked over at him. Shit! We need to get out of here.



Well at least the rain washes it away.



We ve got to do something while it s raining! Before the scent comes back!



But what? We had no radios -- and when I asked Collins if he could make one radio out of the pieces of two he said in panting breaths I could fix it but I d rather feel my captain s big piece of meat stretching my asshole!



And who could resist such an invitation? I positioned Collins like a four-legged radio bench then plugged myself into him as I twisted the dials of his nipples jolting him with wavelengths as we both searched for our favorite station.



My men and I fucked ourselves into exhaustion for the rest of the day and into the night.

PART TWO



The next morning as an early rainstorm washed the white streaks from my chest and loosened the cum matted in my crotch-hair -- I could finally think straight. I raised my voice. Men! Men we ve got a serious problem--



-- Hey Captain I got jus the solution for your problem . . . c mon over here and settle that tight asshole over my big huntin dog here--



Ozaque shut the fuck up! This is still the goddamned US Army! And damn look at Ozaque s crotch-salute. Fine cock straight as an arm! Good meat! I m going to go sit on that thing as soon as I m finished here.



I shook my head. Got to keep my thinking straight! Men! We re under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac!--



--Catcalls yells whoops. Yeah yeah I love it! More more! Let s bottle the stuff!



Ah don need no afro-dizzy-ack!



Ozaque the moron! When we get out of here I m going to bust him down to PFC! -- after I sit on that big cock. God it s handsome!



No no!! Dammit! Got to keep my thoughts straight! Men Hizevsky tells me we may be under the influence of the Iaieihonia flowers!--



-- How you say that Yay-horny ? Hey that s mah national flower! Gonna wear that in my hair from now on!



That fucking idiot! Men our only hope is to take turns in teams!--



-- Yeah yeah team-fucking!--



-- No you stupid bastards! Somebody s got to get food and water for us or we ll die! When the rain s on us it clears the air enough that you can think straight -- if you force yourself to!



I raised my voice to a yell. This is an order! Beginning with the next rainstorm two-man teams will fetch MRE packets from the supply drop and canteens of water from the lake AND YOU WILL SERVE THEM TO THE OTHER MEN!



That shut them up but everybody was still stroking keeping hard waiting for the rain to stop.



You will go in twos in alphabetical order! In the next rain Adams and Beria will bring food and water! In the next storm Chapman and Dozier.



By then the rain had stopped. Ozaque s cock was bobbing at me tempting me beckoning me. Can t stand it any more! I straddled him then sank to my knees burying his cock in my ass stretching my hole out to the horny O and I groaned as I felt Ozaque s cock nuzzle my prostate.



It s all I can do. We re helpless. Fuck-drunk. If I can keep us from starving and dying of thirst we may make it through the two weeks -- doing nothing but sucking and fucking each other.



YEAH! Ozaque s big balls unloaded in my guts and I rumbled in my chest out of my head with the pleasure of getting his sperm. He turned me on so much I shot my own slime all over his chest a couple of spurts hitting him in the face.



The system worked. When the next rainstorm settled in over the island Adams and Beria trotted off. They came back with armloads of MRE packs and canteens and the team took time out from sperm-pumping to eat and drink. We may survive this. If we can hang on just another 13 days they ll come for us.



***** That evening with my cock sunk deep in Stender s gripping ass so hot I almost passed out on his back the rainstorm began. As my mind cleared and I began trying to think of ways to survive I happened to glance toward the beach. A large native war canoe was pulling into the lagoon.







Ah-hah so this place is not quite as unknown as they thought.



I watched as the canoe pulled up to the shore.



Big men jumped out. Bones in their noses. Necklaces of whalebone and shark teeth. Ornamental warrior tattoos. Savage war paint.







I wished it would start raining. But it didn t.



The leader whose body was painted in red mud wore a penis-sheath an ornately painted gourd over his cock and balls -- and it had a long long stalk at the top. I hope that s functional not just a long ornament.



What in hell is wrong with you?? You re drooling over the cock of a savage native! But by then they were close.



I had a hunger for men. I licked my lips. I could see some of their cocks. Big ones thick. Size of my wrist. Uncut all of them! I was so close to my orgasm my hips continued thrusting into Stender s butt and he kept tightening his asshole around my shaft lunging back at me -- although he too watched the newcomers striding through the jungle to us.



Even when the huge savages stood over us I couldn t stop -- too close almost there -- but I looked back . . .



The leader of the group the man covered with red mud had pulled off his penis-sheath -- God! A fucking horse! -- and he was wrapping some leaves around his cock -- the native version of a condom! -- I knew what he intended and my asshole was aching for it!



I also noticed a Yay-horny flower on the condom-wrap. This can t be good.







He knelt behind me and when I felt him mount I let out a long groan. Yes! Oh god YES!! His big leaf-wound cock spread my asshole painfully wonderfully wide and Oh my god! I looked back over my shoulder.







I m being fucked by a savage!



It was like being skewered on a whiskey bottle -- stretched so far the pain set me on fire with 90-proof stimulation and an almost an out-of-body experience. I don t know if I continued my thrusts into Stender -- I lost control of my body. I was a piece of meat a male hole wowing around the most incredible penis I could imagine. Blew me out of my mind. Mindless. No will of my own.



I fell against Stender limp and powerless overcome by the native cock a limp rag of male meat slung at the end of it. My orgasm was indescribable -- don t know if I cummed or not. The ecstasy was so goddamned intense it took over my whole body past the feeling in the balls past the feeling in the cock like a giant hurricane of pleasure roaring over the little thunderstorm of ejaculation. All I knew was that I had met my master. The big black cock in my ass had taken over my body like a new brain.



Didn t feel him cum in me. Couldn t feel anything but the white-hot ecstasy. Felt him pull out though. Like my heart dragged out of my body! Emptied! Abandoned! Vacant!



I looked dully back over my shoulder. The big cock was slimy with my juices and then I felt a big river of something hot running out of my ass and over my thighs.



And it hit me: The leaves! The Yay-horny leaves covering his cock are gone! I gulped. They re still up my ass!



Weak barely able to move I looked around. The other natives were fucking other members of the team. Each of them with a leaf-condom. And when they pulled out each of my men gushed native-jizz out of his ass -- with the leaves still stuffed inside him. Oh shit what does this mean?



I stood up weakly but I could do nothing but watch the ravishment of my men. None of them complained or struggled -- the ones yet to be fucked stroked their cocks as they watched the others submitting to the natives. I marveled at how the savages -- only four of them -- went from man to man fucking each soldier with Yay-horny leaves never losing his erection and never failing to leave each of my men gasping groaning wallowing on the ground in mindless ecstasy.



I fought to think clearly. Wrong . . . has to be . . . wrong . . . got to stop it . . . When the natives had fucked all my men the big one the one who had fucked me walked over to me and I stood up straight. I tried to yell but my voice was a wheeze. No stop this . . . can t do this . . . God I sound like a drunk!



And when the big native smelling of pig grease and sweat got close to me the sight of his big cock took over my mind. Can t describe it any other way -- his cock controlled my body. Everything.



No matter what I wanted I obeyed his cock. I knew it wanted to get into my ass again and my asshole clenched and flexed eagerly. Couldn t stop myself. I turned around spread my legs and bent over hands on my knees.



Before he sank it in I noticed his cock had no Yay-horny leaves. Guess he doesn t need them -- I m fuck-leafed now. As the big cock sank into my ass it burned like fire but by then I l had learned to love the pain like the stinging taste of jalapeГ±os on a steak and I moaned in ecstasy. And again like the first time the native s big black fuckrod gave me something different. The pain spread out into a burning glow that spread deep into me centered on his thrusting cock. My whole body turned into an orgasm!



With just a couple of strokes he ignited me into a blaze of pleasure out of my mind as he fucked me to his climax grunting like a pig as his jizz spurted into me. When he pulled out my ass leaked the usual streams of his sperm but the Yay-horny leaves are still up my ass!



As he walked away I tried to shit three or four times but nothing came out and the warm glow in my ass did not go away. I fell to the ground weak pleasured fucked-out. All my men were also on the ground. Helpless. Moaning with pleasure.



Hizevsky was nearby and crawled over to me. Sir what . . . can we do . . . He was panting his eyes vacant drugged. The one got me . . . knew some English . . . said he pregnated me . . . They pregnated us.



What s . . . that mean?



What they call it pregnating . . . Yay-horny leaves . . . up your ass . . . dissolve into your guts . . . and you change . . .



Dear god they re in me. Dissolved into me. Permanent Yay-horny leaves in my guts! I was scared but I could barely keep my thoughts straight! Hizevksy . . . what changes?



. . . He said . . . become woman . . . still get hardon . . . but from now on . . . climax . . . only in the ass . . .



Oh my god! We ve got to escape! But when I looked up I was surprised to see all the natives leaving us alone! Marching back to their war-canoe! They pushed it out into the surf and I watched as they disappeared around the point. What? They make us all helpless then leave us alone?



I was in a hell of a state. Breathing the fumes of Yay-horny I was in a constant state of arousal. With the Yay-horny leaves up my ass I walked around constantly drunk. And naked. Don t know where I threw my jockstrap.



I called the men to a formation. What a sight. All of us were pregnated. Every man naked constantly stroking his never-ending hardon. Hizevsky stood near me. Priapism . . . constant erection . . . fucks up your blood pressure . . . Dangerous . . . His voice was like a zombie.



I looked down. Hizevsky too had a hard upjutting cock and he was mindlessly stroking it just like the rest -- just like me.



I was about to try to issue some commands try to organize some way of notifying HQ to get us out of there but my mind was slurred. Couldn t think. I looked around and every man of us had changed from a healthy American soldier to a cock-hungry slut begging each other for a fuck.



And I couldn t help myself. I fell into it -- humping each other using our deadstick hardons to fuck our buddies in return for the same favor. Living only for a hard cock up the ass.



That went on for the rest of the night and through the next day. When I saw the native war-canoe paddling back into the lagoon I was actually glad to see them. Maybe that big guy will fuck me again! They marched up to us looking at us like cattle.



They pulled us after them and loaded us onto their canoe. And we were cattle. Horny cattle. Eager. Hoping. Begging to be fucked.



When we arrived at their island maybe a half-hour s rowing away -- we saw our destiny:



Fuck-slaves for the men -- spreading our legs eagerly for any man of the tribe who wanted us. Couldn t help it. Only their cocks plowing our asses would relieve us of the terrible craving gnawing at us. I sucked gallons of native cum from dozens of tribal cocks all in the hopes of getting the bastards to fuck me.



Slave-labor for the women -- digging furrows for the plantains. Setting the fishing nets. Washing their clothes such as they were. Couldn t help but lick the crotches of the loincloths. Feeding the pigs.



And they fed us from the slop they gave to the pigs. We drank water wherever we could find it.



We were out of the clouds of Yay-horny vapor on Pukudu Deme and we could think more clearly -- but the Yay-horny leaves in our guts left us with a terrible overwhelming craving for sex. Jacking off wouldn t help. Only an ass-fucking could cool the terrible fires.



When no one was doing us all we could do was lie around in miserable frustrated arousal. One afternoon as Hizevksy and I lay in the shade clenching our assholes fighting the urge to ram one of the filthy corncobs from the pig-slip up our butts (and die of infection). He looked over at me. That one guy Jafok the one who knows a little English told me they have a celebration coming up.



I looked over wondering if a blowjob would get him to fuck me. No. He can t get off from a blowjob. Who s Jafok? Hopeless question. I didn t give a shit about the answer.



The native who first fucked me. Turns out he went to some missionary school on some island or other. Knows a little English.



I didn t care about conversation. All I could think of was some way of getting Hizevsky to fuck me. What celebration is coming up? I didn t care about any celebration. I just hoped he would focus on coming up and get horny for me.



When their boys reached 18 their Manhood Ritual is to conquer an enemy and then fuck him. That means he gets to beat up a slave and then fuck him.



I looked up. Hey maybe they ll choose me. I could use a good fucking.



There s more: the teenager fucks the slave and his father joins in -- they both fuck the slave at once both in the slave s asshole at once.



Damn. My asshole slammed shut in terror.



Hizevsky looked into the distance. He said it s usually fatal. The slave dies of internal bleeding. He turned to look back at me. The tribe then eats the body of the slave. They re cannibals.



My god!



*****



None of them tried to kill us though. We were slaves. Begging the men to fuck us.



Nothing was so humiliating as finding myself crouching down for a slender teenager barely an 18-year-old kid feeling him slap my ass and kick me and all the time I was hopelessly panting for him to do anything he wanted as long as I would get his little dick up my ass!



Some of the young men were so scared they couldn t get an erection. And then gnashing my teeth I had to suck the kid s dick until it was hard enough then pray he stayed hard long enough for me to impale myself on him. But it always got me. Every time the wonderful incredible ecstasy a native cock could ignite in me spread through my body. And I always clenched my eyes shut in shame -- but part of the ecstasy was the deep humiliation. I m a 195-pound Kung-fu Blackbelt and I m begging to be fucked by an 18-year-old kid!



We were slaves. Zombie fuck-slaves.



Late one night I lay in the mud trying to sleep. Hizevksy was nearby. I wonder how I said quietly the natives don t get drunk on Yay-horny when they go to Pukudu Deme.



Jafok told me. Told me the men eat Eoj H tmis before they go over there.



What s that?



Hizevksy rolled over to face me. Stick that big cock in my ass and I ll tell you.



Damn I lose. He s got the better poker hand. He rose to his hands and knees and I mounted him. He purred and moaned as I started plowing him but my cock -- hard and throbbing -- felt like I was fucking him with a leg that had gone to sleep. I bent down to his ear. So tell me! What is Eoj H tmis?



Oh yeah you big fucker -- you know what I like! Hit my button hit my button! Yeah! God oh god you re the best! I feel that big cock all the way up to my skull!



Hey shithead answer my question or I ll stop!



Too late. Hizevsky was cumming spurting his jizz into the mud and the sight of it set me on fire. As he went limp in ecstasy I shoved him to the side before he could smack down into his sperm and I bent down to it licking and slurping up another man s semen from the mud. I couldn t pass up Hizevsky s jizz. The flavor was haunting and sweet.



He rolled over still panting. Eoj H tmis is some sacred herb that grows on the other side of the atoll. He saw my look. Slaves are never allowed over there. Never. On pain of death. He paused then added And on pain of being eaten.



A midnight rainfall pattered down into our pen but I didn t need the rain to clear my mind anymore. My thoughts were only too clear. I curled up in the fetal position and sobbed. We ll never get out of here. We ll never get up the will to stop fucking and escape. The Army will never find us. We ll die here. Rotting away from some tropical disease or outright executed. Then eaten by cannibals. It hit me I knew it was true: I will die here. I gnashed my teeth. Cried myself to sleep.



*****



The days we spent as slaves for the cannibals were spent in backbreaking work for the women and delirious ecstasy from the men in the evenings when they returned from fishing. All of us begged for the attentions of Senip the chief. He s a disgustin man no two ways about it but that huge cock o his hurts so bad ah cain t tell if ah m gonna die of the pain or the pleasure. Ozaque said what we all felt.



If Senip picked me I knew I would be bowlegged the next day but his giant cock -- stretching my guts so tight they were a cellophane wrap around his dong -- brought me such pleasure I was putty in his hands.



Gradually we learned the cannibals names for fucking positions. Senip often did the Em k uf on me a position in which he started out fucking me doggy-fashion and when his mighty cock had thrust into me stretching my screaming asshole wider than a beer can he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up and back and I fell back on him as he fell back on the ground the weight of my body driving his huge cock in even deeper.



I think if I did not have the turbo-sexuality of the Yay-horny leaves in my ass I could have died from the pain. But instead it was like being burned alive in a volcano of lust! Rolled onto my back squirming in his grip impaled on that giant cock my head was about at the level of his -- and as the titanic power of the orgasm he always started in my ass shuddered over me I couldn t help but turn my head and open my mouth for his kiss.







Senip liked that. His teeth were rotten and his breath was foul but in spite of the nausea I was his: the deep humiliation of kissing him was knowing I was surrendering my manhood to this stinking savage. But I couldn t care -- his giant cock melted me into a white-hot ecstasy. Senip usually fucked me into such a bliss I passed out.



When I came to I was always lying in the mud where he had shoved me his jizz leaking out of my ass my mind a blur. Everything about me hated him -- but my asshole loved him. My asshole was the real slave to him.



One night I crept over to where Ali was sleeping. Wake up!



When he looked up at me I hissed a low voice: You know what today is? The helicopters will come from the USS Bojwahl to pick us up tomorrow!

I don t want to hear about it. We re stuck here. No escape. You re making it worse.



Ali look at me. We ve got a chance. It s a slim one but if we can just force ourselves to think straight we might make it.



Ali rose up on his elbow listening.



Tomorrow Senip s kid turns 18. That means that ceremony Hizevsky told us about. One of us is going to get fucked by Senip and his son at once.



Ali s eyes stared into the distance. Yeah on one hand I pity the poor guy. Won t be able to walk or even shit for days but imagine the feeling -- Senip s cock and somebody else s in your ass at the same time!



Ali come on! Stay with me man! I grabbed his arm but as I did he reached up grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down into a kiss. Yeah! Ali you re the man!



And before I knew it he had scooted around and spread his legs around me. All I had to do was roll over rise onto my knees and my cock automatically sank into his hot ass. Damn I ve been tricked into fucking again! Oh yeah! Even though I couldn t cum from my cock it felt so fine to ram my meat up his hot guts.



And Ali was writhing in pleasure. I plowed him until he stiffened and his white Proof of Completion shot out onto his belly. Then while he lay purring in his afterglow I went on: Okay you know all the warriors will be gathered around drinking and clapping. That s our chance to slip away!



Ali looked up at me his eyes half-shut. Ah Captain yours is the best . . . your cock fits every space in my body . . .



I slapped his face. Listen to me!



Captain Tudizzi it makes no difference . . . where could we go? Swim away?



We ll steal a war-canoe--



-- And paddle it back to Pukudu Deme? Going there is what got us into this in the first place!



No! We paddle back close to Pukudu Deme but we stay offshore! When the Navy helicopters come for us and don t find us waiting they ll circle the island looking for us. We ll flag them down from the canoe!



They can t land in the water.



So they ll have to pull us up with rescue lines. Ali this can work!



Ali lowered his legs as I pulled out. No jizz leaked from his ass -- I couldn t cum from just the stimulation on my cock. He looked at me sadly. Captain what about the man who is the main act in the ceremony? He won t get away.



I ve thought about that. Senip likes me -- I kiss him. Ali shuddered and it hit me that I was the one who really got into the humiliation part. I m pretty sure he ll choose me for his son. While I m entertaining them both you guys can get away.



That means you ll be stuck here.



I ve thought about that too but it s our only chance. The only way you guys will ever get out of here. That s all I want to say about it. I stood up. Now go tell the others. We ve got to be together on this and we ve got to be ready! Everybody has to force himself to think straight long enough to get away!



Ali crawled away into the darkness.



I fell back and once more cried myself to sleep.



PART THREE



At sunrise the next day we heard the chants and songs of the tribe. The manhood rite of the chief s son. None of the women came to call us to work -- it was party time. The songs went on all day gradually covered with the whoops and yells of the drunken.



Finally we heard the whoops coming closer. Drunken warriors staggered into the slave pen some of them slipping in the mud and Chief Senip looked around for the slave who would serve as his son s conquest.



He looked from side to side. Oh shit. If he doesn t pick me the deal is a bust! I can t be the one to escape and leave one of my men here! I broke out in a sweat. I would have dropped to my knees to beg him but I figured the protocol had to be something like the son s conquest of a noble opponent. We waited silently.



And he picked me.



Warriors grabbed me and carried me out of the pen and into the jungle into some sacred ceremonial clearing where they threw me to the ground before Senip. His son stood proudly beside him glowering down at me. As I rose to my knees he kicked me in the face knocking me back.



The little shit! The kid was 18 but a skinny stunted little runt -- eating human flesh apparently doesn t aid growth.



But worse was to come: Senip handed him an ornately carved war club and the little bastard hit me in the face with it! Again I fell back and as I rose to my elbows the crowd of men cheered and Senip slapped his son on the back. Apparently he had conquered the enemy.



Then with great ceremony the new warrior lay back on a thick mat decorated with figures in combat. His loincloth was ceremoniously pulled back to reveal a hefty cock. Well hung for a young kid. A good six or seven inches and thick -- like his father s.



Two of the men dragged me to where the son lay with his legs together. As we approached he reached down to pull back his foreskin. Nice cock. Big bulbous head. Shiny and wet.



The men pulled my legs apart then lowered me down over it and although I was used to taking bigger organs than that one of the men hit me in the side of the head to make me cry out -- an appropriate sound as the conquered enemy is impaled on the victor s cock.



The kid started humping up into me and again for the thousandth time my body betrayed me. Damn it felt good! He had an appreciable cock and my craving asshole was instantly buzzing. I heard grunts of approval from the onlookers as the chief s son proceeded to further conquer the enemy.



Then I heard whoops and hand-clapping and I looked back. Oh shit! Senip stood behind me stark naked his horse-cock hard as rock jutting out in front of him like a construction derrick. Oh god this isn t going to work! I can take the kid easy enough but the father and the son both??



And it hit me: this is the part where I die my asshole split open bleeding to death then eaten by a tribe of goddamned cannibals! I glanced around quickly. All my men were gone -- moving back in the crowd and disappearing back into the jungle. Good.



Then I was pissed. No matter what happens I m not going to give these bastards the pleasure of hearing me scream!



A warrior was slathering some sort of slimy green cream over Senip s cock and another sloshed some of the stuff over my butt and the joining of the son s cock and my asshole. I saw flower petals in the slime as he scooped it from a bowl. Yay-horny! A lube made from Yay-horny!



Oh shit.



Senip squatted down and mounted me -- his kid in me from the front and the chief taking me doggy-style. Senip s cock was such a monster I had never been able to take him without pain -- the first time he fucked me I thought I was going to die. And when he started cramming into me shoving in that giant cock over the fully-lodged dick of his son I learned a new definition of pain. Yah god that hurts!! A red haze clouded my vision and I couldn t breathe! A native spear thrust into my belly could not have hurt worse!



But I bit my lip -- gnashed my teeth on it so hard I tasted blood -- and I kept myself from screaming! I took it. He spread my asshole out to a size that felt like I could take a bowling ball and I heard him drunkenly grunting the war chant to the cheers and whoops of the onlooking men.



My asshole hurt so bad I knew it had been split open. I was glad I couldn t see back there -- I knew I was bleeding. The pain was so terrible I had to fight to stay conscious -- the fuckers would not get the satisfaction of seeing me faint!



And as the father and son started thrusting in and out of the writhing slave my body turned on me in the ultimate betrayal -- I never thought it would happen thought the pain would go on until I finally died -- but gradually the hell-fires of the agony burned back until -- I couldn t believe it! -- I felt the pleasure rolling in!







Then a tsunami of ecstasy rolled over me! An orgasm so titanic it stung every cell in my body and turned me into a ball of human joy. I floated out of the world above the grunting struggling men raping me swimming through a sea of pleasure. Vaguely I felt my cock shooting long boiling streams of my cum and through the roar in my ears I could hear the cheers of the men around us: the conquered enemy had surrendered his essence to the chief and his son.



I never felt such pleasure such bliss! I was in a constant nonstop full-roaring orgasm for as long as Senip and his son fucked me. And suddenly I was glad! Glad to be Senip s toy! Glad to have that big dong in me! Glad to bring his son into manhood!



My miserably stretched asshole and my hot swollen guts were so hypersensitive and fevered I could feel their hot jets of sperm gushing up into me and I exulted in it loved it! Oh yeah you big studs! Give me your sperm! Pump me full of it! Breed me! Impregnate me!



Couldn t believe what I was thinking. But it was true -- I had no greater desire than to be the fuck-slave of these giant men! They had conquered me. A phalanx of male superiority had thrust through my asshole and brought me to a lower level. I was a servant a slave their cum-slut. And I loved it -- their cocks in my ass had turned me into a supernova. I never wanted to come down.



I don t know how long they fucked me. I lost track of time. Might have been hours. All I knew was that I was a male hole raised to the highest level of pleasure in the universe and all I wanted was for them to fuck me for the rest of my life. Nothing else mattered.



So when Senip finally pulled out and stood up I felt like I had come rushing back to earth without a parachute. In a daze I realized they wanted me to get up off the kid but I was truly totally fucked out a limp piece of meat flopped on the son s chest the kid s cock still up my ass.



The onlookers laughed and cheered and hands grabbed and me and dragged me back pulling the son s cock out of my ass. Then I was emptied. Vacated. Abandoned. And the pain began to return. The men pulled me to my feet but my asshole was so sore I stood bowlegged panting light-headed fighting to stay conscious.



The tribe cheered. I had been conquered. And it was true. I wanted nothing more in life than to squat down and be fucked by those two. I would do anything they wanted. They could do anything they wanted to me. As long as they would fuck me. As long as I could feel those two big cocks stretching my ass into an eternity of ecstasy.



Tears ran from my eyes. I had been broken and I knew it. I was no longer a real man. I was a cum-slut.



I heard thunder. Don t need a rainstorm to clear my thoughts now. I m thinking too clearly. My only thought is that I m a cum-slut and that I want the chief and his son to fuck me again. I cried. God damn it! God damn everything!.



But the thunder gradually developed a strange whooping sound and the natives began looking up into the sky. I looked up too astonished to see there were no clouds!



A US Navy CH-46 helicopter was moving in fast flying at a low level over the sea and when it reached the atoll it swooped up to hover over the village. The cannibals scattered like a flock of pigeons -- the helicopter was a big one a dual-rotor chopper they called a Sea Knight. I stood alone tottering weakly in the middle of the ceremonial area.



The helicopter landed in the clearing its propwash blowing the roofs off the village huts. From the open door of the helicopter a man in blue coveralls beckoned to me and I staggered over my ass on fire barely able to walk. When I was close enough the sailor grabbed me and pulled me up through the door.



As the rotors picked up and we left the ground one of the cannibal warriors leaped out from behind a hut and threw a spear! It struck the thigh of the sailor rescuing me and he let out a scream. Then I heard the budda-budda-budda of the door gunner s machine-gun and a line of 30-caliber slugs marched through the mud to the warrior and chopped him into bloody hamburger.



Once off the ground the chopper turned and swept out over the ocean. A Navy medic moved over to the wounded sailor and someone jerked the spear from his thigh and tossed it onto the floor.



I picked it up. The spear-point was wrapped in green leaves and a Yay-horny blossom was attached further down the shaft. Yay-horny! They got him with a Yay-horny spear! I looked down at the sailor. Not a bad wound really but deep enough that he probably got Yay-horny in his bloodstream. I plucked off the blossom. I wanted a souvenir.



I tossed the spear out the door. The military s learning about Yay-horny could do none of us any good.



Farther back in the cargo bay was the rest of my team still naked. Ali ran up and hugged me. The roar of the engines and the wind rushing in the door made speech almost impossible but he yelled Captain damn it s good to see you! Soon as the helicopter found us we made it go back to the cannibals atoll to get you!



Captain! Yelled one of the sailors just take a seat back there with your men sir and we ll get you back to the ship. He handed me a field jacket. Sorry we don t have anything else for you to wear.



Odd. I was in uniform -- in a Navy jacket -- but naked from the waist down.



Once we were seated on the benches the sailors left us alone -- there wasn t much they could say to us we couldn t hear anything over the roar of the engines and the wind. Suddenly back in the real world the true horror of what had happened to us began to sink into all of us. They sat bent over some with head in hands all with dejected faces.



We had all shown ourselves to be full-on raving willing man-fuckers. And many times. For many days. I couldn t speak for anyone else but I had discovered something about myself something dark something that wanted to stay secret -- but could never be refused.



I knelt in front of the men seated on the bench. Confident the sailors in the helicopter couldn t hear me over the deafening roar I yelled Okay we ve got some facts to deal with!



Everybody looked at me with shame in his eyes.



It happened. It s true. We fucked each other. Each of you has to deal with that in his own way. We were still naked and I saw five or six of them still with a hardon. Here s the deal though: this is still our secret! If we get our stories straight this can stay our secret!



The men looked up.



Okay get this! We had to destroy our uniforms because they were infested with parasites! Had to burn them!



The men nodded. I looked from man to man and each signaled he understood.



Pukudu Deme is covered with a noxious plant that causes breathing problems!



They all nodded.



We had to get away from the island every day in a native canoe we discovered there!



The men nodded.



We lived on MREs and fish and we couldn t contact headquarters because both radios were damaged! That much is true!



More nods.



We were raided by the cannibals who kidnapped me and took me alone back to their atoll!



More nods. We had our official story.



*****



That was our story when we landed on the aircraft carrier. The Navy medics treated us not discovering (or knowing they should look for) the Iaieihonia leaves up our asses. They gave us clothes. Life settled down. But it was hard to sleep. Constantly horny.



The Navy is famous for man-to-man whoopee but I didn t know anybody aboard and I was too scared to come on to a sailor in the latrine -- they called it the head.



The ship sailed closer to a more populated island and the helicopter flew us to the airport there. An Air Force C-130 flew us back to the States.



I don t know how the other men dealt with it but sex took on a different perspective for me. With an ass lined with Yay-horny I could still please the wife -- I could get a hardon -- but the tables were turned. As soon as she got her climax I had to fake mine. No need for birth-control -- I couldn t cum.



After a few weeks I brought home a strap-on for her and encouraged her to use it on me. Oh yeah a cock up my ass again! I shot so much cum onto the sheet she had to take it up and throw it into the clothes hamper.



*****



When the time rolled around for another National Guard monthly meeting I was asked to give a short speech about our trip to Pukudu Deme. It was good to see the men of the team together again.



I hardly recognized them in clothes.



My speech was a bullshit thing of tropical statistics blah-blah about jungles and our story of the noxious plant on Pukudu Deme and the breathing problems. I had carried the dried-out Yay-horny blossom with me from the aircraft carrier and I had pressed it between the pages a book.



I held up the blossom for the group to see -- and I saw startled looks in the eyes of my men -- but as I showed it from side to side it slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor in a poof! of white dust. I picked it up and put it back in the book.



When the meeting broke up into assemblies of the various teams and elements our team met in one of the armory classrooms. As I walked to the front of the room I saw Dozier in the back locking the door. I glanced around. The men were lowering their pants -- nobody wore underwear.



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Eddy

I could not believe this. My long time enemy is curled up behind me with his dick poking me in the butt. His very warm cock has crawled up my leg and has snuggled against my bare ass. I was letting him do it.



We were counselors at a summer camp and fate had thrown us together rivals in every sport.



We had never met except across school rivalry lines until the first day of camp orientation. He seemed just as uncomfortable as me to hear we would be cabin mates but neither of us wanted to start any problems so we accepted the assignment with resignation.



Our first camp classes would be arriving the next day and the counselors had a lot to do to get ready. I was handling the archery part of the camp my roommate Eddy was handling the softball. I went to check the conditions of the target bales and bows and arrows and Eddy went to the softball fields to check on the condition of the grounds.



When I returned to the cabin Eddy was out so I took a quick shower in our mostly open bathroom. As usual I spent some time on my cock and as usual it got hard. I thought I felt a draft but chalked it up to being in a cabin in the wilderness. There were bound to be drafts in the cabin.



My dick was sticking straight out as I washed my hair with my eyes tightly closed. Then I heard the cabin door softly close. Eddy had just caught me naked with a hard dick. I was about to turn away so he could not see my dick but thought better of it and continued as if nothing happened. Much to my surprise my cock seemed to get harder.



I rinsed and turned the water off. After stepping out and drying myself Eddy walked past me to take his own shower. My dick was not completely covered by the towel and was still obviously hard. He had a towel around his waist as he walked past me but he clearly had a hard on too.



Interesting I thought. It had never occurred to me my nemesis could be bisexual. I knew he was not gay because it turned out we had fucked girls that were sisters.



As I got dressed for dinner and the evening meetings I stole glances of him in the shower. When he washed his hair I took advantage of his closed eyes and just stared at his cock. He was presenting it to me just as I presented mine to him.



His dick was a bit longer but slimmer than mine and very erect. His blonde pubic hair was sparse and it made him appear clean shaven. His ass was shaped like a heart and I felt like I was looking at a woman s ass.



My dick stayed hard until I was completely dressed. I sat on the only chair in the room and waited for him to dry himself off and get dressed. I pretended to be reading our manual but I was in fact still checking him out. When I realized what I was doing I became embarrassed but continued to watch as he got dressed. It did occur to me I may be bisexual myself.



Our little dance picked up that evening. I listened to the age old cadence transmitted by his bed and knew he was masturbating. Immediately my dick demanded the same consideration so I pulled it out of my shorts and started to make it happy.



Moonlight bathed our room and I could see Eddy clearly. I knew he could see me clearly. We were both jacking off under our covers but that is never optimal so I pulled my cover to the side and allowed my dick to be seen in the moonlight.



I rationalized that Eddy had seen my cock for a long while in the shower so there was no sense in secrecy. In the back of my mind I knew I wanted him to watch me jack off. I also wanted to see him jerk off. He apparently read my mind and flipped his covers off.



We watched each other and timed our stroking together. Once he came close but saw I wasn t so he stopped. When I got close he sped to catch up with me and when we at last shot our cum we did so within seconds of each other. Our cum shone like pearls into the moonlight. Neither of us bothered to clean up or cover up. We were both asleep quickly.



The next step was boldly taken by Eddy. We were again jacking off for each other. We had done this every night for nearly two weeks.



We had just started jacking off (we had dispensed with underwear by the third night) when we noticed that neither of us was in a hurry to cum. In fact we were more interested in watching the other fist his dick than getting off.



Eddy got up from his bed and walked to mine. He may have looked for a reaction from me but all he saw was me staring at his dick. I guess that was good enough for him and he sat at the foot of my bed and resumed masturbating. I had never completely stopped so he had to pull hard to catch up with me.



We found ourselves breathlessly waiting for the other to cum. I went first shooting a long stream in his general direction. The next spurts landed on my thigh and my balls. As I started to calm I looked at Eddy. His mouth was open and he was stroking his dick furiously. His eyes were locked on my dick. I held it up for him.



The first of his cum shots hit my balls and before I had a chance to react the second hit the head of my dick. The rest fell on my bed between us. I just stared at his cock and at his cum on my dick.



Eddy went into the bathroom and came out with a washcloth. He held my dick in one hand and wiped our cum off my cock and balls. He then wiped his thigh where apparently my cum had landed on him. Without saying a word he walked back to his bed and went to sleep.



My bed had cum everywhere. It was cool when my body slid over it. I tried not to be too obvious that I was wallowing in it but I am sure Eddy noticed.



We repeated the same bed masturbation on his bed the next night with the same messy results. The difference was that Eddy wallowed in the pools of cum before I got a chance to get a washcloth.



The next night another step was taken on my bed. Eddy had shot his load but I was having a hard time getting off. He watched me for a while then his hand found my inner thigh. He stroked my leg until his hand reached my balls.



He caressed them with his hands and that sent my cum flying right at his face. He did not move and my second and third bursts covered his chest. Exhausted I turned my dick loose. Eddy had not taken his hand off my balls and slid it up until he grasped my cock and gave it a squeeze. He went to his bed covered in my cum. As I fell asleep I had to admit I had fucking loved that.



Naturally we incorporated that into our next session. We played with each others sack while we masturbated. I will admit it was a bit of an awkward reach but we both had very nice cums.



I upped the ante the next session by simply moving his hand off his dick and jacking him off myself. I used one hand on his cock and one on his balls. He tried to reach mine but I told him we were taking turns to relax and enjoy it. He leaned back on his elbows and watched me pleasure him. He did not last long and some of his cum landed on my face. I made no effort to wipe it off.



He of course returned the favor but instead of sitting next to me he lay down with his head on my hip and stroked my cock slowly softly. His other hand played softly with my balls.



He had no intention of just getting me off. He loved my dick in his hand. My dick loved his hands on it. As he slowly masturbated me his head moved lower down my body. I soon felt his breath on my cock and I roared towards eruption. He backed away a bit and held my dick tightly at its base. The danger passed and he resumed stroking my cock.



I could again feel his breath on my dick. He kissed it then backed away. I was so stunned by the kiss that my dick started to recede. Eddy seemed very upset over that and resumed his caresses of my thigh and balls as he picked up the pace of the masturbation. After getting into a good solid rhythm my dick revived and got ready to spew. As I grunted trying to delay my orgasm I felt the hand on my balls slide towards my ass. I felt a finger caress my asshole. I erupted like never before. My first shot nearly reached the ceiling. The rest did not go far. Eddy had clamped his mouth on my dick and was swallowing my cum. His finger had invaded my ass. It was the longest and most powerful orgasm in my life. When I was completely spent Eddy simple got up and went to his bed.



I fell asleep quickly but woke three hours later. Eddy was sucking my dick. I caressed his head to let him know I was awake and approved. He changed from sucking my cock to making love to it. I lasted about thirty minutes. A finger was fucking me in the ass most of that time. When he at last allowed me to cum I was drained. I made no effort to resist his kiss. I tasted my cum and enjoyed it. Eddy slept in my bed that night.



When I awoke next morning his hard cock drew my attention. I caressed it kissed it allowed it to penetrate my mouth. I liked it. I worked on my cock sucking technique trusting the cock to tell me what it liked and what left it unmoved. I heard or felt a grunt and suddenly my mouth was filled with cum. I swallowed most of it thinking that had to be an acquired taste.



The day went by in a fog. All I could think about was that I had sucked a dick and liked it.



All that brings us back to our present situation. Shortly before we got to our cabin tonight the weather turned very nasty very quickly. We were soaked and freezing by the time we sprinted into our cabin. We got naked quickly and followed each other into the lukewarm shower. The wind was howling and the temperature was plummeting. Our cabin had no heat and our blankets were not enough to keep us comfortable.



I had him help me put our beds together thinking body warmth sharing would do the trick. We had been in bed about twenty minutes and our bodies no longer shivered with cold. We had slowly moved closer to each other. We were now spooning he was hard behind me his dick crawling up my butt. It felt good.



I got out of bed and sprinted to by bag in the bathroom and pulled out a bottle of aloe lotion. I squeezed a generous glob onto my hand then thrust it deep into my ass. I sprinted back to the bed . I shivered as Eddy hugged me from behind a little from the cold mostly from knowing what was going to happen next.



I soon felt Eddy s dick on the crack of my ass seemingly searching for the entrance. I turned over to my stomach and pulled my knees to my chest. Eddy at last saw that he was very welcome to fuck my ass.



He found my hole with a finger and slipped it right in. A few strokes later he put two fingers in. His dick was no more than three fingers wide so by the time he withdrew his fingers I was more than ready for my first ass fuck. His cock went into me easily. After a short lived burning sensation I decided it felt nice.



He started to fuck my ass slowly. His excitement however soon overtook him and I heard his grunts. I squeezed my ass on his dick and he came into my butt with a groan. I felt his cum in me. I felt his kisses on my shoulder. He caressed my ass and reached around and circled my half mast cock with his fingers. By the time his dick slid out of my ass I was fully hard.



Eddy left the bed for the bathroom. I turned in bed and was stroking my dick slowly while enjoying the slow exit of Eddy s cum out of my ass. He came back quickly and straddled my body. He slowly sank my cock into his ass. If he had prepared himself by other than lubrication I did not know. My dick was a bit larger than average and certainly thicker than his. Yet he appeared to have enjoyed the penetration.



He fucked me with his ass expertly. I pushed up with my hips hard sinking my dick as deep into his ass as I could. The exitement and the feel of his ass around my cock conspired to keep me from lasting very long. I spewed my cum into him. He leaned over me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips then laid his head on my shoulders. I hugged him to me. I was nearly asleep when my dick plopped out of his ass. He slid to one side and we went into a deep sleep while the storm continued to rage outside.



As I was about to fall asleep it occurred to me that my last two cums were into him one in his mouth one into his ass. His last two cums were into my mouth and into my ass. I guessed that was the perfect definition of fuck buddy.