Blond party boy dresses like a girl to get fucked by two guys he met in a local gay club

Glory Hole

I got off the airport with a hard-on. Atlanta was my favorite city. I have been coming here every month for the last year. When my company first started to send me here I hated it. The time away from home and my family was hard and there really was not much work to do. So I started to spend my free time driving around touring the city. The drives usually lead me to the seedier parts of town. I would look in the adult movie houses and rent one of the videos or buy a magazine to take back to the hotel and jack off. I would spend the rest of the night stroking my cock looking at the pages in the book or watching the videos. That all changed four months ago.



The clerk had started to recognize me when I came in and we would strike up a conversation. He told me that the video booths were the perfect release for business travelers like me. I got some tokens from him and went back into a darkened room.



The walls had booths lined up from corner to corner. On the door of each booth was the title and if the movie was straight or gay. I chose a gay movie and went inside and closed the door. I put my tokens in the machine and the movie started immediately. I sat down and watched as on the screen a man was on his back with legs spread wide and another man licking his asshole and stroking his cock. The action was hot and I started to rub my hard cock through my jeans. I unzipped my pants and took out my cock just as I heard a voice say “put that dick in the hole in the wall.” I had heard of glory holes but had never seen or experienced one.



I stood up and stuck my cock through the hole in the wall. A few seconds later I felt a warm mouth close around the head. The mouth closed around my dick and sucked me in. The pleasure was intense as someone I had never met took my hard cock into their mouth and sucked my cock. The mouth deep throated my cock and then would lick around the head. I pumped my hips forward and back and rocked my cock down this strangers throat. I felt the cum building in my balls and knew that I would soon be shooting my load down this strangers throat. I hoped that the stranger would swallow my load my wife never would. She always backed off at the last minute and I hoped that did not happen today. I bucked my hips forward as my orgasm hit and the cum erupted out of my cock. The stranger did not miss a beat. The warm mouth that had surrounded my cock sucked hard to finish the load. It was such a rush to shoot my load into a hot mouth and have that mouth clean up every drop of cum. I sat back and breathed heavy after my orgasm. As I recovered I noticed that the glory hole was full again. Not with my cock but the cock of the man that had just serviced me. “How about returning the favor?” The cock seemed to ask.



I had never done this before and I was suddenly scared to death. I reached out and with a shaking hand grasped the cock in front of me. It was a medium sized dick just a little smaller than my own. I marveled in the warmth that was radiating off this stranger’s dick. I stroked it back and forth and heard a groan from the other side of the wall. I finally got the nerve and got on my knees in front of the cock. I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue.



I closed my eyes as I prepared to taste my first cock. The musky smell of the stranger’s balls drew me in. I kissed the head of his cock and ran my tongue around the head. I stopped and looked at it for a minute. I had just licked my first dick and I liked it. I licked again at the head and sucked it into my mouth. I sucked as much of its length into my mouth as I could. I sucked up and down fast coating the cock with my saliva. I pumped my fist back and forth on the shaft as I sucked at the head. Then I took its length into my mouth I felt the cock grow and knew his orgasm was approaching.



I reveled in the power I had to make this cock explode. I wanted it and I craved it. I felt the first blast of cum hit my tongue and I liked the salty flavor as the second blast of cum filled my mouth I gagged to swallow it all. I cleaned all the cum off this cock and wanted to bring it to orgasm again but having a cock of my own knew the sensitive head would not be ready so soon.



He turned around and presented his ass to the hole. I spit on my hands and lubed up my dick. I fed my cock into the hole once more and felt it lodge against his ass. The man grabbed my cock and forced it up inside his ass. I found a rhythm and began pistoning my cock in and out of this stranger’s ass. He groaned and moaned as I fucked him harder and faster. I finally felt the cum build up in my balls and explode up into this man’s ass. As my cock softened and he slipped off me I heard him say thank you.



I sat there on the bench and caught my breath. I soon straightened my clothes and made my way to the exit. I gave a wave to the clerk and said “See you next month” He just smiled.

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Rubbed The Right Way Ch. 02

Yeah me again. It had been a few weeks after my first experience with another guy -- in this case a massage that I was able to really face the fact that not only had I had the experience but that I liked it. I wasn t in a relationship at the time and although I knew I could only relate to women in the romantic sense there was something about man-to-man sex that I found compelling. Of course I hadn t fucked or been fucked -- that was to come -- but I found that getting nude and having a laid back relaxing yet totally exciting experience had been more sexually fulfilling for me then any encounter I had with any woman up to that point in my life. Was I gay? No I told myself just enjoyed the sex -- I wasn t looking for a long-term relationship with any guy. Or girl at the time for that matter.



I just couldn t get over the fact that when I shot my first load with Gord I was hooked. Like gay sex was some kind of illicit drug and I was determined at this point that I was going to explore more and see what I liked and didn t like. But at this point all I wanted to do was get back with Gord and have more fun jerking his massive cock off. The weird thing was I was still kinda hesitant maybe I was afraid I d like it too much. Maybe I d be found out. Maybe the second time wouldn t be near as enjoyable. Of all those options I have to admit that the last one scared me the most. I realized now that I wanted this wanted it to be better every time wanted gay fucking sex all the time as much as possible.



Of course it didn t hurt that the first guy I got horny with was gifted with a 10 hose that was the epitome of male sexuality. I swear his basket had gravity to it and it captured me in its vortex. After a while all my fantasies were gay especially about huge cocks like Gord s. Again another boring Saturday afternoon was turning into an evening and I was wondering whether he d remember me so I dialed.



Evening Gord s



Hi this is Dave . . uh from a couple of weeks ago -?



Gord s tone immediately warmed up. Hi there how you doing?



Great. I was wondering whether you had any time available this evening.



Sure do wide open. Why don t you come down right now?



Cool. See you in about 30 minutes.



That did it. My cock was steel and leaking precum at an alarming rate. I was more fucking horny than I had ever been before. I got to my car and got to Gord s in record time. Walking up to his house it would have been evident to anyone watching me that I was having a tough time walking but I made it up to the door and rang the door bell.



Gord opened the door in the same manner he did before wearing nothing but his jockeys and a wide grin on his face.



Hi there. Welcome back -- he seemed rather happy to see me.



I looked at him up and down and said thanks and followed him through the anteroom into his massage room. The lights were low it was warm but not overly hot and the massage table had fresh linen on it. I started removing my clothes and Gord turned his back to me to start getting the oil ready. As he did so he started to talk:



I m happy to see you back. I was wondering how you liked our last session. After finishing with the oil he turned to face me and first pulled off his shorts revealing again a tiny g-string just big enough to hold his package in. Then he peeled that off revealing his absolutely beautiful cock and balls. He noticed that I was in the thrall of his sex and had an evil horny look on his face.



I was just getting down to pulling my shorts off with my semi-turgid cock hanging between my legs. My mouth was dry but I summoned up the guts to reply.



I liked it a lot. And . . . I couldn t stop thinking about it for the past couple of weeks.



Gord chuckled under his breath at that as I climbed on to the table face down. My legs were parted just enough for Gord to see the precum stain I was making on the sheet. He took a large amount of oil in his hands and started rubbing my lower back. Lower then lower still until he was kneading my ass cheeks a totally awesome relaxing feeling. Gord picked up the dialogue:



So you really enjoyed it that much? I m really glad. I was hoping to hear from you again. I get a lot of guys through here but you re the hottest in a long time.



Flattery will get you everywhere. Thanks. I think you know that last time I was a rookie right?



Gord was now playing with my asshole getting a knuckle in and out and making it feel real good.



Yeah that was pretty easy to figure out. I know I m middle aged but I always like younger guys like you who like my cock -- ooohm!!



Gord had switched his manual attention from my ass to my nuts stroking and tickling giving me a grade A powerful hard-on and started kissing and tonguing my ass cheeks. I was moaning noticeably.



You like that don t you? Gord was turning out to be quite a tease he sure knew how to set the mood. I looked back to answer him and came face to face with his salami -- it was HUGE!! And pointing to the ceiling. And leaking precum like me.



I think you like it too don t you?



God yeah. I was about your age the first time I did it with another guy and I ve been totally obsessed ever since. I shot my load the first time and have been hooked ever since. He was rubbing my dick totally hard and I was getting feelings like I wanted to kiss him suck him. Fuck him. And not with protection I wanted to be totally exposed to him -- bare fucking sex. Little did I know that my wish was about to be fulfilled. I answered him.



Oh man this is by far the hottest sex ever.



Yeah man just go with the flow and you ll have the most incredible experience I guarantee it.



His face was down near mine and I rose up to meet him and we kissed. The hungriest raunchiest sloppiest kiss our tongues exploring all of each other s mouths. I flipped over the massage part of our encounter over both of our cocks harder then ever before I was totally lost in lust. We broke our kiss and Gord had that evil horny grin on his face again as he positioned his cock in front of my face. I grabbed it for a few strokes then moved the foreskin back and kissed his piss-hole. Gord leaned back in ecstasy as I went to work on his cock sucking and slurping. I found I quite enjoyed the whole experience sucking tasting tickling his tight nuts right under his cock ring. Fuckin A this was horniness personified.



He reached behind me and went back to fingering my ass two then three fingers in me and deep. It hurt to begin with but I was so fucked up on mansex at the time that everything we did felt incredible. Gord started fucking my face going Oh yeah baby suck my juice out of my fuck stick . . .ARRRGGGHHH!!



He came LOUDLY in my mouth not really wanting to shot so fast but having no choice that vortex of our sex had bonded us together in hot man lust and for the rest of the night we lost in it. His cum shot hot and sweet in my mouth six huge ropes all of which I couldn t swallow and ran down my face to drop on the floor. I was wondering whether the neighbors heard this but I would have loved to do this in front of an audience. Gord was beside himself.



Oh shit oh fuck fuck fuck ooooooommmm. Wow I haven t had a blowjob like that ever -- and this is your first? He again bent over to kiss me and tasted his hot juices in our mouths together tongues dancing and fencing for what seemed like hours yet strangely not long enough. I reached down and began rubbing his huge dick again. It stayed semi-hard for the longest time as suddenly the attention was turned to my throbbing hard cock. Gord moved his mouth slowly down from my mouth to my nipples down my stomach to my nuts and put a thick layer of saliva all over them. I was aching to be in his mouth and feel the ecstasy I had discovered the previous time I was here. I didn t have to wait long. His warm wet mouth engulfed my dong in one gulp and he started deep-throating me -- my cock running up against the sides of his throat and causing me to skip along the edge of unconscious nirvana. My nuts were so tight and I had waited for the payoff for so long. Gord rubbed and tickled my balls and started rubbing right in behind them and BLAMMMMMOOOO!!! Fireworks went off in my brain as my gonads shot my seed up through my rock hard lovestick. Cummmmmmmmm cummmmmmmm cummmmmmm. Huge amounts of sperm. I raised my head and chest up and rested against my elbows practically screaming OH SHIT FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!! When Gord saw me sit up he came at me with my juice in his mouth again for a long wet sensuous oral encounter. The kiss lasted at least as long as before and we ended up with him leaning up against the table and us making out and rubbing each other for another good twenty minutes. Finally he stood up and looked at me.



That s what I m talking about. I bet you ve never had explosive sex like that with a woman before.



I agreed although I wasn t necessarily giving up hope for that either. Gord continued: I still like to do it with a woman every once in a while but for pure sex rush gay sex is by far and away the best. There s still a lot of fun things we can do.



How much time do you have?



For you -- all night long.



Check the next installment for the continuation of my education in total sex.

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Got Mark At Last

At last I have the courage to write about my sexual experiences. All the stories are true. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.



STORY 6



Ann and I settled down into a ‘funny’ sort of a relationship. We lived in the same street in our own houses. Sometimes I would stay at hers or the other way round. She would have her friends and I would have mine. We had a very intense sexual life between ourselves and others.!!



In the last story we agreed for me to try and ‘make it’ with my friend Mark and to recant all the details to Ann while we lay in bed. So I started to make arrangements to invite Mark over one evening for a drink. I’d not seen him for three months so I gave him a ring.



“Hello Mark. Its me Joe” I said.



We talked about things in general. He asked who was I shagging now meaning a man or woman. We laughed. I explained that Ann and I still live separately in the same small town but still have nights together. I invited him over for a drink. I would love to he said. So we picked next Thursday afternoon at about 4pm. I would supply the drink he would bring a video. He said that he’s got a date (with a girl) that night so he will need to leave about 6pm.



I told Ann about this. She was ok with it. You will tell me all about it all the details will you? She said. Of course I will love.



On Thursday lunch time Ann and I had a bit to eat together at my place. We chatted about things in general. In the end Ann could not help mentioning about Mark’s visit to me for sex. It might not work out like that I said. Knowing you it will she said. She asked if she could stay until he called so I could see what he’s like then she would go. I don’t see why not I said Ann and I repositioned the two setter settee to face the TV.



Ann suddenly said “have you seen him naked- is he well made”.



“No I haven’t. He might be well made due to the bulge I have noticed at times through his trousers” I said.



I said to Ann slowly ‘is it possible that you might fancy a threesome with us??’ Well-errrr I might. I laughed – well you will have to wait for my detailed report then we can consider it. A knock at the door Its him said Ann looking through the widow and he looks OK to me quite hansom a bit younger than you she retorted.



I introduced Mark to Ann then Ann said she must go pointing out that we all must meet up some time.



After Mark left to meet his girl friend I got to Ann’s place at 6-30pm.



“Well did you ‘do it’ –“ she said.



I smiled back at her with an approving nod.



“I’m itching to know all – lets go to bed now.” She said.



We got un-dressed Ann lay on the bed on her back to my right. I lay on my side facing her with my right arm under her head.



“Go on then – I’m all ears” she said.



JOE’S STORY TO ANN.



After you went I broke open two beer cans while Mark told me about this new girl he’s got. She’s surprisingly a bit like Ann he said adding also the red hair likeness of the two. You fancy red heads then I said. We sat down on the settee. I mentioned about this video he was bringing.



He put the video into the machine then sat down to watch. ‘Is it a porno then’ I said. Mark replied ‘sort of’ The scene opened with this man laying on a bed striped to the waist wearing blue denim trousers. One could not see his head it was out of the picture. His hands were sensually rubbing his chest and groin. Then he un-did the fly buttons and slid down the zip. The hands then pushed the trousers down below the hips exposing this large cock. It had a full foreskin which I find very attractive. I turned and looked at Mark he was wearing a faint smile.



“Who’s the guy” I said. Mark never answered.



The guy was now holding his balls with the left hand and working the cock with the other. The camera moved in closer framing the chest to hip area.



I turned to Mark and said “this is you is it not”.



He laughed and admitted it. I indicated this is a very horny scene. I looked back at the TV just as he cum. A big squirt arced up and landed on his upper chest the second one onto his stomach. The camera moved in even closer framing the dick as the right hand worked the foreskin up and down to get the last drop of cum out.



The video ended with me supporting a hard on. I looked at Mark’s groin he also was hard. I thought to myself ‘shall I ask him now or is it to early to risk an embarrassing rejection’. Mark moved his left leg seemingly to make himself comfortable. His leg touched mine. He looked at me and smiled. Yes – I thought he does want it’ – ‘its now or never’



“Do you fancy me pulling you off” I said.



“Yes- I would like that” said he.



Come on then. I said in a soft voice We proceeded up the stairs to my bedroom. Me in front. My mind was racing away as we climbed the stairs. ’How far shall I go – I must be careful with him – I know he’s only bi-curious and I don’t want to frighten him away for good’. Once in the bedroom we began stripping off. I was the quickest into bed. I lay on my back on the left side looking at Mark stripping off. He took his shoes and socks off first then his top. I thought –‘what a nice body almost hairless on the torso. He stood a good 6’-6” tall well built not fat’. I lay with my arms behind my head admiring this hunk of a man. What pleasures await me I could only guess. He stood silhouetted against the widow facing me with that smile and started to un-buckle his belt.



My thoughts run wild. The anticipation of soon being in close intimacy with this man was over whelming. The belt slowly slid through the buckle I had this desire to suck the belt to taste the leather. The trousers dropped to the floor exposing a semi- hard cock. I thought- ‘he’s still a bit anxious – not sure if this is OK’ I beckoned him to the bed. He got onto the right side of me and lay turning onto his left side up against my body. I lowered my right arm to allow his head to rest onto my shoulder.





We lay still for a moment. His breathing a little rapid I could feel his body warmth. I thought best to do nothing and let him make the first moves. His right hand moved slowly across my chest the fingers passing over my nipples then in circular motions down my tummy over my belly button. His hand reached my right thigh and stopped. My cock quivered a little with anticipation of what might happen. I thought – ‘This is his cross-roads will he loose his nerve and bottle out’.



He gave a quite grunt then bending his right leg and sliding it over my legs at the same time as his hand sliding over my hard cock. ‘Yes’ – I said to myself ‘he’s going for it’. His hand wrapped around my dick and began to stroke up and down. He was a master he worked me as if with experience.



“Oooo this is nice” I whispered.



He held me firmly and started to work me faster. My pre-cum started to show dripping out of the end and some dropping onto my belly button. He started to move is body against mine I could feel that he was now hard and pressing into my thigh. I could feel a climax on the way I stiffened my body and gently put my right hand to rest on his head and looked down at Mark’s hand working me.



“Your Cumming Joe” he said.



“Yessss -- now” I croaked.



I squirted the first shot onto my upper chest just missing Marks head the second onto my left side tummy with the last shot into my button. ‘God that was nice’ I exclaimed. Mark stopped working me and just held my dick motionless for a few seconds. The tension was leaving my body my balls exhausted of cum. Mark let go of my cock and turned onto his back with his legs straight and together. I could see he had a rampant hard on and pre-cum showing. I thought to my self ‘he’s ready for some working on’. I wiped myself down and turned onto my knees facing his middle. I put my right hand onto his chest searching for the nipples and the other hand caressed his legs.



I slowly lowered my head and touched his belly button with my tongue. I glanced up to see Mark with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. I worked my tongue in and around the button. Then working up to a nipple I closed my mouth around his left tit and sucked. Mark gave out a groan. My left hand was now firmly holding his cock. I worked my way down his body with my tongue lashing over the torso until it touched his knob end. I looked at it the end wet through with pre-cum waiting for me to drink it. I positioned my head onto his tummy with my lips in a ‘O’ shape began to push his foreskin back down the cock. Mark gave another groan.



‘Yes’ - I thought to myself – ‘this is lovely’. Seeing my nose getting closer to his balls really excited me and from the groans was doing Mark the world of good. I worked my mouth up and down this hansom dick. I then released my mouth from this cock and started to lick his balls. I was in a situation of working Marks dick with my right hand licking his balls with my tongue. I slid my left hand finger under his balls to get closer to his anus I did this hoping not to put him off .



Suddenly Mark lifted his right leg at the knee and bent it out. I hoped this was to give me access to his arse. I wet my finger and pressed onto his bum hole and waited for a response. He groaned again. This was the sign I was waiting for. I slid my finger in it went in non-stop up to the knuckle. So there I was licking balls wanking a cock and a finger all the way up his anus. His ball got tight and his body got stiff. I thought – he’s going to cum’



I turned my head so as to see his face. His anus was dilating and relaxing in quick succession. I knew he’s about to cum He suddenly opened his eyes looked at me and a stream of spunk shot out of this dick end landing onto his neck and left shoulder. I thought – ‘ you did need that’. The second string of cum onto his chest the third run down onto my hand.. As I slowed down the working of his cock I pulled my finger out of his arse.



He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back saying ‘are you ready for this girl friend of yours your due to meet her in 20 minutes’. I’ll survive was his reply. We got dressed. Mark said he thought Ann was very attractive. I pointed out that’s what she said about you. As we downed the stairs I enquired if he would be interested in coming over one night for a drink and maybe some fun with us. Yes was his instant reply. As he went through the door he said ‘I’ll ring you soon’.



END OF JOE’S STORY



“That was fantastic – very horny” said Ann.



Ann was with her legs wide open and she had two fingers franticly moving in and out of her pussy. I slid my hand down her body and touched her clit with two fingers.



“Oooooooooo – rub me quick – I’m cumin” she gasped.



Her back arched up as I rubbed this very wet pussy. Then she cum.



“God – yes – Ooooo” she gasped.



She lifted her head up and bit my neck very hard during her climax. As she settled down and with drew her fingers saying that was a really horny story better because its true. We spoke about Mark with the two of us. Ann was In agreement that we try a session with him. I rather that Mark doesn’t know that you tell me of the sex exploits you had with him. OK I said. I asked Ann ‘what would you like me to do to Mark in your presence. She did not answerer. I repeated the question. She hesitated to answerer.





“Go on you can let me – I wont be shocked” I said.



“Well – err – OK I will tell you. I would love to see you fuck Mark up the arse and as you cum pull out and squirt your spunk over his anus and balls” she stuttered.



Very well then I will work on that. I said. Ann said ring him up soon to arrange a session. I pointed out that we must be careful with Mark he could be still only bi-curious so we play this slowly. I know wear looking forward to this.



“Do you know that this will be our first threesome” I said to Ann



“Yes – your right. So get it sorted out then” was her reply.

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The Roommate s Boyfriend

When I was in my third year of college the dorm rooms became too expensive and I had to find an apartment off campus. I couldn t afford one on my own so I decided to ask one of my dorm mates to share with me. I lived in a co-ed dorm and decided to share with a girl named Chris. She had a boyfriend I had a girlfriend so it was strictly a platonic arrangement. We soon found a low-rent basement apartment. Nothing fancy just two bedrooms and the necessities.



After several months of living together Chris s boyfriend John was coming over more and more. The walls were thin and I could often hear them fucking in the next room. I would stop studying when they were moaning and would masturbate and try to finish before the squealing stopped. They could be quite loud but I didn t mind even when they woke me up.



One day in the middle of the afternoon I was studying and John and Chris were in the other room and I could hear them starting to fuck. Their moaning became louder and louder. I took out my cock and started to tug it as I listened imagining that I was the one fucking Chris. She was pretty hot 21 years old C cups nice face. I was getting closer and closer to coming and just before I was about to finish the screaming stopped abruptly. I heard their bedroom door open and then John said Come on we re not finished.



She replied Sorry I just realized I m late for class and then I heard her scoot out the front door. I put my throbbing cock back into my tighty whities and opened my book back up. I heard John shout Fuck! and punch the wall. I put my book down and went out into the hall. Chris s bedroom door was open.



John was under a blanket with his hands behind his head.



I guess you heard that.



Yup.



Can you hear us through the walls?



Ah . . . sometimes. I did today.



Isn t that a fucker? he said. She left right before I came. Dammit.



Yeah that totally sucks I said and sat down beside him on the floor. Chris had a mattress on the floor as a bed.



John looked me up and down in my T-shirt and underwear.



Looks like you might have been playing along he said pointing to my semi-erect cock and the faint drip of precum on my underwear.



Ah couldn t help it I said pulling my T-shirt down.



Don t be so modest we re just a couple of guys here. I let go of my T-shirt. Look at this he said pulling back the blanket. He was covered by only a sheet his cock outlined neatly on the white fabric. He too was leaking precum. I guess I ll have to whack off and I m tired of that.



He looked at me and I thought glanced down to my groin again before he lay back. He reached down and squeezed his cock. I can t believe that she didn t finish me. I was so close to cumming inside her. He stroked it a couple of times. I sure wish I didn t have to finish this myself.



He looked at me again and then put his hands behind his head. Was he coming onto me? I d always wondered if he might be bisexual. One time after we d been drinking at a house party we stepped outside to take a leak. He asked if I wanted to cross swords which he explained meant that we would cross our streams. We did. Hey you re all natural he said looking down at my uncut cock. I zipped up hurriedly. He must have been looking at me closely as it was quite dark outside.



Another time we were drinking at a party and he squeezed in beside me in a big armchair. When no one was looking he stuck his tongue in my ear. I pulled away and he laughed and said it was a joke. Still shivers ran down my spine.



Now with his hands behind his head his cock twitched under the thin sheet and he soaked the fabric with more precum.



I had never done anything with a guy before but for some reason I found myself becoming really hard. I could see his cock even more now under the sheet. I could tell that he was circumcised and I could see the purple of the head. I wondered what his cock felt like. I d seen cut cocks in the shower in gym but had never been so close to one. It twitched again. I looked up and met his eyes. He d been watching me watch his cock. I looked away.



Yup he said I sure wish she d finished me. God I m still fucking hard and about ready to come. He lifted up the pillow and put it over his face. Damn bad luck he said his voice muffled under the pillow. His penis twitched again.



We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. I started at his cock wondering what it looked like and what his skin would feel like. Occasionally it would shudder slightly. He kept the pillow over his face. I started to shake a little. I squeezed my cock through my underwear. He just lay there. I wanted to see what it looked like.



Slowly my hand moved towards him. I made it almost to his leg and then rested my hand on the bed. I m sure he could feel the weight of it holding down the sheet but he didn t move. I was still shaking. I didn t know what would happen if I made a move. He might take a swing at me and tell my roommate about it and I d have to find another place to live. But I had to take the chance.



I lifted up my hand and placed it gently on his thigh. His breathing stopped but still he didn t move. With one finger on his leg I moved my hand towards his cock. I touched the tip gently with my index finger then slowly ran the finger down to the base of his cock. He moaned softly under the pillow. That gave me the courage to take his cock in my hand. It was softer more pliable than I had anticipated and I could swear that it swelled in my hand. I squeezed it gently and began to stroke him through the sheet. I figured that was what he wanted so I kept doing it.



After a couple of minutes he moved his arms from under the pillow which was still over his face and reached down. I lifted my hand thinking that he d changed his mind but instead he took the sheet in his hand and slowly lifted it over his penis. His cut cock glistened and throbbed in the pale light of Chris s study lamp. The underbelly was veined and white. He put his hands back behind his head.



This time I didn t hesitate. I reached out and took his bare cock in my hand. How good it felt so strong. It was long and thin not like mine which is not quite as long but is quite thick. I stroked him some more and reached down and stroked my own cock as well. I pulled down my underwear down my thighs.



Suddenly all I wanted to do was to turn him over and fuck him in his ass and it took all of my restraint not to do that. He may have let me but that might have been the end of our experimenting so I continued to stroke his beautiful cock. He moaned some more from under the pillow. I squeezed his balls then moved my hand up and down his shaft.



I had to taste it. I didn t think he d stop me he was too far along. Before I could worry about mustering up the courage I leaned over and wrapped my lips around that perfect head. He stiffened and stopped breathing again but before he could do anything I took him entirely in my mouth and he let out a long primal moan and relaxed. God that cock felt good in my mouth. I could taste Chris s pussy on his hard rod. I d always wanted to go down on her and this was the closest I was going to get.



I didn t really know what I was doing -- I was usually on the receiving end of this -- but I kept sucking away on that beautiful cock. He spread his legs wide and raised his body off the mattress slightly. He was now fucking my mouth. I felt his hand on my head. Suck that cock he said. Oh god that feels good. You don t know how long I ve thought about doing this with you.



I decided to take my time licking the head running my tongue up and down the shaft. He reached past my head and cupped his balls as I blew him. Then he slid a hand further south and I could see that he was starting to finger his ass. I moved my hand down there and he moved his away and I found his puckering hole. My finger covered in his juices slid in easily to the first bend.



He moaned loudly as I fingerfucked him and blew him. Suck it suck it suck it . . . he muttered under his breath fuck that hole . . . He was pumping against me with his entire body. His breathing quickened so much that I thought he was going to pass out. I m going to cum he whispered I m going to cum fuck I m going to cu- and suddenly my mouth was awash with his ropey fluid. Burst after burst of jism spurt into my mouth.



I almost choked and could feel it squeezing out the sides of my mouth but I held on. Some found its way down my throat. I opened my mouth and looked at his cock shiny with saliva and cum. I licked his cock and squeezed out more cum and swallowed it. His ass shuddered against my finger. I could see sweat mixed with jism on his legs and flat stomach. I licked his cock until it was clean then ran my tongue over small pools of cum on his belly.



God that was the best orgasm I ve ever had he said. I ve never done that before.



Me either I said smiling.



I have to go to class now too he said jumping up to get dressed. I ll be back a few hours before Chris gets back. Will you be here?



I nodded. Okay I ll see you later then. I have to reciprocate that s for sure. I want to taste that uncut cock of yours. Oh . . . He reached into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. We might be needing this. And he disappeared out of the bedroom.



Before he was even out the front door I had whacked myself to a tremendous orgasm picturing John on his stomach his smooth hairless ass in the air his asshole gripping my thick uncircumcised cock. My semen sputtered over Chris s newly laundered sheets and I fell back on the floor completely spent.

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A Rape in the Belfry Ch. 10

Rocco and I carefully closed the door and locked it. The temporary repair was just a piece of plywood scabbed over the cracked wood at the deadbolt lock. The door frame had a similar repair so the door would remain closed and locked. Of course even the slightest bang on the door would force it open but it should hold until the door and frame could be replaced.



Once again Rocco and I settled onto our couch happy to be home safe and sound at last. We only sat for a few minutes because though we had clothes and some furniture the kitchen was empty. Rocco still had some money left in his checking account so we decided to head out to the grocery store to pick up a few things. Hopefully it would tide us over until I started working for our lawyer.



It was very nice of him to offer you a job Rocco said as we walked to the store.



Yeah once I get my car out of the impound lot I should be able to get started. Until then we can fix up our apartment.



We don t want to get too extravagant I m not real sure how much money I ve got tucked away. I ll take a cab to the bank tomorrow and see what I have there.



You better be careful going into the bank the way things have been going you ll probably get arrested for bank robbery.



We spent about fifty dollars on groceries and then headed back to the apartment. When loaded up our refrigerator and cabinets with the food and then pulled out a bottle of wine.



We don t have any fancy glasses I said holding up two Styrofoam cups but I don t think it will hurt the wine any.



Yeah Rocco replied there aren t a lot of things that can make this wine any worse. He held up his cup and I moved mine over to carefully touch his To our apartment.



Our apartment I repeated and then took a big gulp of the wine.



Rocco then leaned over and kissed me his tongue entering my mouth and toying with my tongue. I stood up keeping my lips firmly on his and then broke the kiss and headed for the couch. Rocco grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom Let s not take any more chances.



I shut the bedroom door behind us and locked it. At least if they try to barge in again we ll have time to pull on some shorts or something.



Rocco began removing my clothes so I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands over his nipples. I then moved to his pants pulling them down to the floor kneeling in front of him. Rubbing my face against his cock I reached my hands up and kneaded his ass.



Noticing he had the lubricant I stood up and let him apply it liberally to my cock. I ran my finger though his palm and then reached over and pushed it into his ass making sure he was well lubricated. He then sat down on the bed and scooted back spreading his legs wide apart.



Kneeling between his legs I leaned forward and began pushing my cock into him slowly at first but as it slid easily I pushed fast and hard. Pulling out and thrusting back into him I watched as he reached down and took hold of his hard cock. I continued thrusting my balls now slapping onto his ass.



Watching him masturbate while I fucked his ass was an incredible turn on. I was able to hold off slowing down my rhythm until I saw Rocco come spraying his jism up onto his chest. I let myself go then and slammed my cock as deep into his as I could spurting my cum deep in his ass.



I then leaned down on him letting his cum smear on our chests as I kissed him. I remained on top of him until I felt my cock pinched out of his ass. Rolling over onto my side I reached over and gently toyed with is cock.



About an hour later I woke up still holding his flaccid cock. I let go and got up to take a shower kissing his cock as I slid past him. When I finished showering I turned off the water and opened the door. Rocco was standing at the toilet taking a piss. I just stood and watched his yellow stream splash into the water happy to finally be home.

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Realising a Fantasy

Up until about a year ago I had never entertained the thought of being with another man but after my wife Kat and I had joined a swingers website and had a few experiences wih other couples I found myself watching her sucking on and riding another guy s cock and wishing I could do the same. I had told Kat about these fantasies and she had loved them partly because it gave her reason to use her strap-on with me on the basis that she was preparing me for the real thing!



Over the following weeks Kat practically ignored my cock when we had sex instead she used her tongue fingers butt plugs and strap-on to fuck me with. She would talk dirty to me as she abused my ass one day she even had me shave off all my body hair and fucked me in the missionary position my legs wrapped around her back as she told me what a dirty bitch I was and how much I loved cock she said that when it happened for real she would make me wear a pair of sexy knickers for the guy to pull to one side and fuck me like a proper little whore.



About 6 months ago Kat was away for the week on a work related course. One evening I decided to go onto a gay/bisexual chatroom and eventually got chatting to a guy called Rob he told me he was bisexual and enjoyed playing the dominant role during sex. Rob had a girlfriend but she was unaware of his bisexual activities. Rob lived about 60 miles away from me but when I mentioned I was alone in the house for the week he suggested travelling to my town and meeting up. I asked for a picture of him and when I saw him I agreed straightaway he was good looking toned and from his picture had a good sized cock.



I invited him to just come straight to my house at the end of the day we just wanted sex so I didn t see any point in meeting in town for drinks and wasting time. After I logged off I rang Kat and told her what I had arranged she was as excited as me and said that if Rob was okay then I had better invite him back again once she was home. Kat also told me to try and get some pictures I said I woud try my best.



The following day I spent my time getting myself ready I shaved and trimmed my body hair and got myself sorted for Rob coming around at 7pm. I felt nervous but extremely horny as I imagined what the evening would bring. I made sure that tubes of lubricant were available downstairs and in the bedroom just so we wouldn t have to go looking for it if things worked out the way I hoped. Before showering I had used one of Kat s larger vibrators on myself but resisted masturbating as I wanted to save cumming for later on. By the time I had finished I was sure that my ass would be ready for Rob.



Rob arrived on time he looked like he did in the photograph I had seen. He sat down in the front room and told me to get him a beer. When I returned he told me that as of now I was to do what he said and that if I refused he would leave. After all my expectations for the evening there was no way I was going to disobey anything he said. As he sipped on his drink he told me to kneel between his legs and suck on his cock. I removed his jeans and his underwear and took in the sight of my first ever cock he was semi-erect and shaven. I licked first at his balls sucking gently on each one after a few minutes his cock was solid and I licked my way up it. Rob put down his drink and using his hands forced my mouth down on his cock almost gagging me. I took as much of his length as I could while I worked on his cock he was saying that I was his cum slut for the night and that by the time he left I would have a stomach and ass full of his cum. This just got me hornier and I wanked his cock as I licked his swollen helmet he groaned in pleasure and then without warning my mouth was full of his thick cum I swallowed as fast as I could but still some dripped from my mouth onto his balls. When I had swallowed what was in my mouth Rob told me to clean up the rest of the mess and I eagerly licked up the cum that I had spilled.



My cock was solid under my jeans and I wondered when or if I would get to have an orgasm as I knelt back Rob noticed my erection and told me that I could forget about cumming this evening was all about his pleasure. I was a little disappointed but then again being used like this was a massive turn-on for me. As Rob fixed himself he asked if we had handcuffs in the house I said we did. He then told me that I was to go upstairs strip naked and handcuff myself to the bed he was going to finish his drink and would come up in 10 minutes. I went up to the bedroom and took off my clothes I laid our digital camera on the bedside table in the hope that Rob was use it. I then laid on the double bed and managed to handcuff myself to the headboard as I lay there with my cock throbbing. Rob came into the room and started looking around and then went to the drawers where Kat had her underwear. He pulled out a pair of satin knickers and told me that I was going to be wearing them while he fucked me like the little slut I was he slipped them on me and then picked up the camera and took some pictures of me. After that he stripped off and knelt beside my head feeding his cock into my mouth as he leant over my body putting his hand into the knickers and fingering my ass. I groaned in pleasure as he slipped one then two fingers into me. He straighted up and took another picture of me with his cock in my mouth and then put the camera down.



He moved around and knelt between my legs which were spread like a cheap whore. He pulled the knickers to one side and started to push his solid cock into me. Once it was halfway in he moved over me and kissed me on the lips he was being quite rough but this just turned me on even more. His cock went deeper into me until I could feel his balls against my ass and I wrapped my legs around his back. Rob started to thrust into me slowly at first but after a few moments he was hammering his length up me and tonguing my mouth occasionally biting on my lips as he fucked me with all he had. I could tell he was nearing orgasm as his breathing quickened and then with one hard thrust he groaned and I felt his cum spurting into my virgin hole. I clamped my legs around him pulling him deeper wanting every last drop of his cum in me Rob stayed where he was until his cock stopped twitching and started to soften at which point he pulled out of me and knelt back up looking down at my stretched ass oozing his creamy sperm. He slipped a finger around my ass and bought it to my lips covered in his cum. I sucked it off eagerly. Rob said I was a total cock whore and that that was the first of many fucks I was going to have that night. I presumed he meant by him but then he said he was going to make a phone call and walked out of the room leaving me lying there a little sore with my legs still spread and the feeling of his cum leaking from me. I was desperate to cum as well but couldn t even touch my cock as I was still restrained. I tried to listen to Rob s call but all I made out was the words thirty minutes - what was going to happen in 30 minutes? (To be continued...)

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Panty Lovers

Michael and I were both members of the school running team which is where we met. Michael joined the school about six months ago. I fancied him immediately. Michael didn t know many people so I took the opportunity to get to know him straight away. He knew I was gay as I had just split up with my previous boyfriend Peter around the time Michael joined the college.



I wondered if Michael was gay as he seemed quite keen to get to know me. Soon Michael joined the running squad and we started training together. I loved the opportunity to run behind Michael while he wore a pair of skin tight lycra shorts. The sight of his lovely tight bum and big cock outlined through his shorts used to drive me wild. We used to shower together after training which gave me plenty of opportunity to watch him soap himself down and fantasise about what I would like to do to him. I would always rush home and spend ages stroking my cock while lying on my bed and masturbating thinking about Michael.



We occasionally went swimming to the local pool together. This gave me more opportunity to spend time watching Michael naked in the shower or wearing a lovely pair of skimpy trunks. One day after swimming I was feeling particularly horny. I spent most of the time in the pool with an erection desperately hoping no one would notice. When we showered together the sight of Michael soaping himself up was too much. I couldn t stop staring at him. I stood shamelessly erect watching him wanting him so much. He turned round and saw me. I was terrified what he might do but he just smiled at me and carried on. I finished showering and we dried off outside the shower. I was too embarrassed to look at him or say anything.



We went back to our cubicle and I turned away from Michael to put my towel down. When I turned round Michael was only standing a few inches away from me. His cock was erect rock hard and standing out. He just stared at me and I stood transfixed a few inches away my mind racing a combination of tantalisation and terror.



After what seemed like an age he moved towards me slowly. We began to kiss nervously at first but then more passionately. As his hot tongue parted my trembling lips I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I put my hands on his hips and gently pulled him towards me. Our long lean bodies pressed gently together and our cocks rubbed against each other. We kissed for what seemed like ages totally absorbed in each other. I had never felt so horny all I wanted to do was abandon myself to him. We broke off when we heard a noise in another part of the changing rooms.



The next few days were agony. We spent as much time together as possible but we were never able to be totally alone in Michael s house. We managed some very heavy kissing but weren t able to go any further. I was so desperate to make love to Michael to show him how much I wanted him to live out my fantasies. During the days following the kiss in the swimming pool the sexual tension built up more and more between us.



Our chance came about a week later. Michael s parents had decided to go away for the weekend to visit his sister at university. We arranged for me to come round after they had gone and for us to spend the weekend together alone at last.



During the Friday afternoon I couldn t get Michael out of my mind the thought that we could be together at last drove me wild. About six o clock Michael telephoned to say his parents had gone. He told me that he would leave the front door open and for me to come straight to his bedroom as he had a surprise for me. I cycled round as quickly as I could. I was just wearing a pair of skin tight lycra running shorts (no pants) a teeshirt and my Puffa jacket.



When I got round to Michael s I peeled off my jacket and ran up to his bedroom. There was Michael lying on his bed wearing just a pair of black high cut cotton panties with a lace trim round the top and a tight camisole top. He looked stunning his eight inch cock and huge balls were outlined under the material of the panties and the cami top hugged the contours of his chest perfectly. I just gasped when I saw him.



He got up off the bed walked towards me and put his hands on my bum. Drawing him towards me he kissed me deeply and passionately.



I ve got a little present for you baby he said handing me a plastic bag.



Inside were a pair of skimpy ladies white cotton panties and a silky nylon camisole with lace trimming around the top. He explained that when his sister had left for university a few weeks before she had left some of her old underwear.



I thought you would look nice in these darling he said. I ve spent alot of time choosing the outfits for our first fuck. Put them on .



I whipped off my clothes desperate to pull on the undies. Michael just stood and coolly watched me. I pulled the panties on over my erect cock and snapped them into place. It felt wonderful the cool cotton hugging me and the gentle pressure on my aroused cock. Michael walked towards me and dropped the cami over my outstretched arms. It feel into place and the cold of the nylon on my nipples aroused me even more.



I was faint with desire my mind racing I wanted to throw myself at Michael and let all of my desire come flooding out to show him I really loved him. We stood inches apart the electricity crackling between us. Two aching cocks begging for release.



We kissed slowly and gently our mouths barely touching our bodies a few inches apart. I could feel the electricity and tension building up between us more and more.



Michael lay down on the bed and I lay over him and he drew me down on top of him. I could feel his chest through the material of our camis. His breathing excited me more and more and he ran his hands over my body inside my camisole and pulled it up so that my chest was exposed and rubbing against his cami. We were still kissing as he slowly and sensuously pulled my cami off my nipples aroused and swollen a few inches above his. He gently pulled me down and we hardly touched still kissing slowly my nipples brushing the hair on his chest the hardness in my panties aching.



He pulled me down further and we came together at last. I felt my chest crushed against his as his kissing became harder and more insistent. As I straddle him and our crotches touch I couldn t help moaning with desire and pleasure. We moved together like that both wearing tight knickers simulating making love and I felt even through the material the hardness of his cock which made me even hotter and hornier my knickers bulging over my aching cock.



We stopped for a moment as the tension became almost unbearable and I moved down besides him so that we re lying facing each other on our sides. We lay gently touching each other for a few moments him tracing the outline of my chest and nipples with his fingers and me rubbing his chest and shoulders and running my fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. He moved his hand down and pushed me over onto my back and gently kissed and licked my chest taking the hardened nipples one by one in his mouth and running his fingers lightly over my taut stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair and groaned at the warm wet touch of his mouth. Slowly slowly he moved his mouth down over my stomach kissing and licking and gently biting. He stopped and I reached down and stroked his knickers my hand brushing against his erection my mouth longing to do the same. I gently peeled his cami of and we lay facing each other again only in our panties and we still hadn t touched each others cock both putting of the moment for as long as possible relishing the torture of desire. My knickers felt strained as my cock was dying for the gentle touch of his fingers but still we waited looking at each other and slowly caressing each other everywhere except where we really wanted to.



We started to kiss again and the warm soft touch of our mouths was too much to resist so I slowly ran my fingers down over his stomach to his groin where his erection was trying to push out of his skimpy knicks and I gently ran my fingers up and down the length of his cock not touching him directly but through the material.



He sighed with desire and our kisses again became harder and more urgent while his hands moved down to my knickers running over my tight bum. I managed to pull myself together enough to be aware of the hardness under my hand and I sat up and pulled of his panties now stained with precum and I finally saw what I had been dying to see all night his cock hard and erect with desire for me.



I took his cock in my hand and felt its hardness sliding my fingers slowly and gently around it. I wanted his cock wet so I could really drive him crazy so I moved round so that my head was near his cock and I gently kissed his stomach and thighs moving closer to his cock which looked so hard and horny. All I wanted to do was take it in my mouth but instead I took him in my hand and moved my mouth down and slowly licked and sucked his balls while gently rubbing him with my hand. His groans were driving me wild. I moved my tongue slowly up the shaft of his cock until I reached the head.



Gently holding him in my hand I flicked my tongue round the head of his cock running it gently under the ridge of the head and up onto the wet eye. I took him slowly for the first time into the warmth of my mouth and gently hungrily ran my hot tongue over his head drawing him deeper and deeper into the heat of my mouth. He started to move very slowly in my mouth while my hand squeezed and caressed his balls. I could feel his rigid cock in my mouth as I started to lose control. He moved faster and faster in my mouth and I felt coming up from inside him like a wave an orgasm which shook his whole body as he moaned my name. My mouth is filled with his hot cum as his body writhed in ecstasy. I hungrily drank swallowed and licked his come not wanted to miss a drop of my lovers orgasm. I was so hot I didn t know what to do but Michael hadn t finished.



He pulled his cock from my mouth and goes round behind me forcing me on my stomach. He pulled my panty-clad ass towards him. I knell my ass in the air as he pulled down the back of my panties and moves his still hard cock slick from my mouth and his cum to my ass. Slowly and gently inch by inch he started to enter me. My ass griped him and I felt him rock hard coming inside me bit by bit.



About half way in he stopped I m desperate to feel all of him inside me for him to fill me up with his cock. He slowly started to rock me his hands squeezing my hips his hands hooked inside the side straps of my knickers. He was moving half of his hardness in and out of me not giving me all leaving me gasping and unsatisfied each time. He moved out and each time I was desperate and horny for him to move back.



He reached round and slides both hands into the front of my panties and grabbed my rock hard aching begging cock. As his moved in and out of my ass he gently ran his hand up and down my cock hardly touching me driving me crazy. I was gasping from desire wanting him as he moved more of the length of his cock into me and out more and more each time until at last I could feel the hardness of his eight inches inside me. Now he s really making love to me all of him hard and gentle inside me.



He moved harder and faster and I could hear his breathing and his cock thrust into me and I know he is getting close to coming as his hand pumped my cock harder and faster.



I could feel myself beginning to melt around him and then he finally began to moan and spurt into my ass. I came too gripping his spurting cock as my cum shot out in front of me. I screamed and gasped from desire not caring if anyone hears me.



My ass bucked as he pumps the last drops of orgasm inside me. My cock bounced up and down spraying my cum over his bed so hitting me in the face. We collapsed together panting at the height of pleasure.

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Rick & I Were Childhood Buddies

Rick and I were childhood buddies. We go back so far that I don t remember meeting him for the first time he was just there from the get-go.



As we grew up together there were plenty of times we saw each other naked like when we were going swimming or staying over at each other s houses. Like all guys we had a sex drive from birth we just didn t know what to do with it back then but we had ideas…



Back then there was a TV cop show called Naked City. It sounded sooo sinful but was just another series about a cop in New York City based on a book by a crime photographer. We didn t care it just gave us a code word name we could use to signal that we wanted to play with each other.



Don t get me wrong we both were waiting for the day when we would be old enough to date girls it s just that when you re a kid that sort of thing is out of the question or at least it was back in the early Sixties. We just made do with what we had. I later discovered I still like it both ways but Rick was a mystery since we went our separate ways after he went off to college.



I hadn t seen my old buddy in almost 25 years when I was passing through his town on business. It took a while to find him in the phone book but it was his voice that answered the phone. Some things don t change.



His children were grown and gone to college themselves and his wife was off visiting her mother. He came to my hotel where we had dinner and talked over old times and times gone by in between. He had been married before I had been divorced and was still looking. His kids were such and such I didn t have any. Did I remember playing Naked City? Yeah. Did you like it?



Yeah.



It was all we needed. We got naked.



Rick is a true blonde and always had the whitest body sparsely covered with golden hair even in his crotch. I m hairier now than I was then it used to be black but now there s more gray than I like to see. Rick s cock produced more children than mine ever has but it s small only about four inches but as smooth as a pipe. Mine is a more hefty sausage all of six inches with veins. I always liked his cock.



He reached for my dick as I reached for his balls. They were hairier than I remembered and I stroked the base of his penis with my thumb exploring like we did so many years ago. He began to jack mine and it quickly inflated erect. I always have been a horndog.



We moved to the bed secure in the knowledge that we no longer had to fear one of our parents knocking on our bedroom door at an awkward moment. We always liked to play with each other sitting facing each other legs spread. Old habits die hard.



I remember the time we heard about oral sex. Back in those days there was no porn and what nudity there was was in magazines like Playboy or a slew of also-rans and even then they couldn t show pubic hair or genitalia. I remember Sir! magazine had a sex survey feature that ran each month and was really a softcore fantasy story about being introduced to sex wife-swapping and so on. It was years before I learned that fellatio was the proper term for sucking a dick.



As usual I was the adventurous one and after a moment s hesitation put my mouth over his um..pisser. Of course I would never have used the term piss in those days. Nobody even said damn or hell in those days except John Wayne and you should have heard how our parents went on about that! Still it didn t taste like pee it tasted…well it didn t actually have a taste except that Rick was one of those rare guys that had a personal scent. Not a bad smell and certainly not B.O. but he did have an animal smell about him and I guess his cock tasted somewhat like that. This time I recognized the taste of pre-cum from his tip. I put on enough vacuum to pull it out by the roots. He grunted through clenched teeth as the feeling zoomed up his spine like one of those ring the bell with a mallet strength testers on a carnival midway. I could almost hear the bell clang out loud.



I would run my tongue around the circumcised head and up the bottom. It was so smooth. I pulled back and put my foot on his scrotum and gently massaged his balls. The skin of his sack felt like satin.



This time we both knew a lot more about sucking and jacking. Who knows better how to blow you than another guy right? Years ago my ex and I had a three-way with a guy named Frank who gave as good as he got and much as I like doing the horizontal cha-cha with a woman they re too dainty with my dong. Frank knew how hard to crank my crankshaft and pull my balls. From that day forward I knew that those who were either exclusively straight or gay were idiots.



Rick and I shifted around into a 69 and we went to work on our cocks sucking and stroking with industrial strength. I took his balls in my hand by circling the sack with my thumb and forefinger and pulling down hard. Oh yeah!!!! He grunted. Do I know what I m doing or what? He reciprocated and stretched me a foot grabbing my wet wang in his fist and pounding me like a jackhammer. I worked his schlong like a screwdriver drawing my fingertips up the shaft and twirling the head then shoving back down letting my fingers rub against the brown corona then I took him in hand and jacked him too.



I remember a porno flick I saw once where one boy lay on his back on a table and a ring of boys around him took turns letting him suck them one or two at a time while one or two or more manipulated his machinery as the one at the bottom of the circle penetrated. God I wanted to be in that movie!



Rick pushed me over on my back and climbed on top ramming his cock down my throat while deep-throating mine. I grabbed his ass and spread his cheeks to get at his bung and tickle it. His hips began to pump reflexively. Good! He sucked even harder on me.



Once upon a time I got naked with a really fat chick back in those days when anything would do as long as it was female. She may have been immense and she may have been ugly but BOY could she suck cock! It was like being plugged into the air inlet of a huge air compressor. Only another guy could put on that much suction and he did. Combined with being deep-throated I was in Heaven.



We could go on for hours and did. As usual we ended up jacking ourselves off only this time we let our spunk shoot all over each other hot and sticky.



We went into the shower and lathered each other up but our cocks were so sensitive from all the manipulation and cumming that we couldn t bear to touch each other any more so we got our butts slick and stuck fingers in each other s bungs. We would get front to back and slide our cocks in each other s butt cracks and soap and squeeze our balls letting our cocks flop over our wrists. Not the same as cockfighting but it would do.



I was so sorry to see him go but it was getting late and both of us had to go to work in the morning. We weren t into kissing goodbye we re guys fer chrissake but we did embrace one last time.



It may be a long time before I ever see him again if ever. I miss my friend.

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Impossible Love

Warning:



Firstly I m new to this whole writing thing. Secondly I have a bad sense of humour and that tends to be present even in my most intense romance/ sex scenes. Lastly if you want more you have to tell me I lose interest in stories easily and will probably not finish anything I start unless someone is hounding me.



Enjoy.



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Impossible Love 01



I m what most guys call Mr. Fucking Perfect My Ass and what most girls moan Mr. Perfect Ass Fucking .



It s no surprise because I m not very tall and have mischievous girlish good looks rather then drool-worthy man muscle rippling through my delicate frame. The guys have no idea why the women love me because I m no jock and secrete no manly body odour. But to the girls I m a real life anime character who looks sensitive but has a dark dominating playfulness deep inside.



Sensitive my shiny white arse the only thing I m sensitive to is how my hair looks when it s really windy. That s right I m a narcissistic selfish little bastard and I love every inch of it.



And that s what makes me such a potent mix. I m hot and I know it. The visual and the attitude combined does wonders when you want to get into someone s pants.



So you could have guessed the shock I felt when I was informed by my less-then-abusive uncle that I was to be moved to a private all-boys boarding school. For once in my over-sexed life I was faced with the daunting issue of self-masturbation.



Smiling gleefully at me over his morning newspaper my uncle s double chin wobbled erratically as he described to me all the fun I would have. Apparently it was his old high school where he had been football captain and school captain and blah blah blah blah...



It was so like him to ignore me in his plans for MY life which is painfully punctuated by the way he continues to talk to me as if I was still at the table when I am upstairs packing my stuff. I have suspicions that he has an imaginary version of me that he has created just so he could torture me with his incessant chattering even when I m not physically around. The bastard.



Though at least I would be getting away from him and my old high school. Due to my tendencies to love myself more than the flavour of the week the school bitch had put a bounty on my head and was driving me insane with her dictionary-length love letters.



Finding one of the said bitch s love letters tucked into the side of my school bag I crumple it up and toss it angrily at my desk. Then being the OC (Obsessively Compulsive) person I am I stood up picked up the letter and folded it neatly before placing it carefully in my waste basket. Yeah I have problems.



After a week of being silently pissed at my bastard of an uncle and packing and repacking I finally found myself at my new room and spraying everything with disinfectant. I could see dust everywhere and the discovery of a cockroach had me hyperventilating into a brown paper bag.



An hour of spraying hyperventilation and cussing in four different languages finally convinced me I needed my pills.



Rummaging through my bag I felt the cold hand of reality go down my pants I d forgotten to pack my pills. But that was impossible! I was so meticulous that I even packed my own toilet paper so that I wouldn t have to suffer the rasp of cheap nameless brands on my tenders.



But it soon became apparent with everything neatly lined up on my bed covers that my pills had somehow deceased along the way. My over analysing and paranoid mind immediately brought up the prospect that this was a part of one of my uncle s sick jokes but I knew that was untrue. He cared too much for his own reputation to let me go to his old school without pills because without pills I have the potential to commit acts of manslaughter and aggravated assault.



Just as I was about to reinitiate hyperventilation into my now soggy brown paper bag the door to my room swang open and a bear of man leapt in. What was this some kind of preschool entertainment session?



Welcome roomie! He bellowed and before I could blink he had me in a painful headlock while he knuckled down on my head with a determined fist. Somehow I got the feeling God hated me.



Reeling out of shock and into panic about my hair I brought my elbow down hard on his steel abbs. A bit of pain flickered across his features but I was in AGONY. What the fuck did this steroid junkie take!?



Quickly backing up to my bed I noticed that the guy had brought an audience. All of them were big bulking beefy brutes need I go on with the alliteration for emphasis?



Awwww man you scared the poor kid. Shame on you Troy! laughed a gigantic redhead. I wanted to spit on his freckled smirking face. Coming up close and taking up much too much of my personal bubble he stuck out a calloused paw.



The name is Torq yours?



I was too scared to ignore him and too disgusted to take his hand so I replied in as much of a monotone as I could manage Decarde.



Now when I tell people my name those with 100+ IQ would normally nod thoughtfully and ask me if I was into philosophy 70+ would crack some lame joke about me being a fruit 50+ would have some sort of vague recognition flash through their eyes and at last the >20 would have no reaction. Guess where these four big jocks belonged on the IQ ladder?



Cool I m your roomie Troy and those two are my buddies Can and Do announced the brute that had ravaged my hair. My elbow was obviously not an effective attack weapon because he still had that shit-eating smile plastered onto his face.



Apparently the jocks all thought Can and Do was a funny combination. Lame. Their names were actually Canis and Dominic. I wanted to puke from all the dumbass lameness.



For the next few weeks Troy stuck to me like dog shit on the bottom of brand new stilettos. I would be eating and he would come sit next to me peeing and he would use the one next to mine and if he could probably even shower next to me if I didn t make sure I showered at odd irregular hours when he was off at football practice.



I was at the point of screaming and throwing myself out the window when he broke the last straw and paraded into our room naked. Now I didn t give a shit that he was naked and was hung like a fucking minotaur but the minute his sweat-slicked ass connected with my pristine bed covers I launched myself at him.



It must have been shock because he went down like a rock. I d see him in football practice and trust me it took a lot more than a skinny-assed girly boy like me to move him even an inch.



Always being one to take hold of opportunity I brought my legs up and straddled him with my hands moving to grip tightly around his neck. Did I ever mention what a fucking gorgeous neck this piece of shit had?



I have had enough of your crap on my stuff you asswipe! I yelled hyperventilating a little as my rage took over and my grey cells pulled out their oxygen masks.



Don t touch my stuff don t sit next to me don t pee near me and most of all DON T spread your fucking ass-juices all over my sheets you fucking piece of...! Before I could finish Troy had effectively dismantled me and now held me hostage with his mountain of a body.



Then maybe I should spread my ass-juices somewhere else? He snickered.



Grabbing my wrists he held them above my head in a painful iron grip. Looking up into his mesmerising but fucking annoying bright blue eyes I noted with horror the amusement in them. What I thought had been a brilliant display of my masculine dominance was to him nothing more than a little childish spat.



Mouth opening ready to spit some long worded venom I let out a wheezing scream instead. His hand immediately flew to my mouth as I started to struggle in earnest. My eyes bugged out of my head as I watched in slow motion more of his stinky jock sweat slide off his lean shiny muscle and onto my cleansed body. Oh God if you have any pity for this little being of creation please end its existence now.



With his massive paw of a hand crushing my lips into my skull I was forced to watch with impending doom as his pupils dilated with pleasure.



Now I am as straight as they come so you can imagine what went through my mind when I realised that it wasn t my struggling that was causing the bed to rock like a fucking seesaw.



The fuckwad was using my jean clad privates like a blow up fuck toy all the while mumbling sweet nothings into my ear! I was in so much rage and panic I had to close my eyes and breathe deeply out of my nose six to ten times before I was calm enough to come up with a logical and practical solution out of my dire situation. In other words I kneed him.



No amount of football practice weightlifting or steroid injections could have saved him from the soul-searing nut crunch I delivered him. He let out the groan of a dying animal as I thrust him off me.



Racing to the door I stopped and turned to admire my handiwork. I m a machosadist so I wasn t surprised by the shiver of pleasure that ran up my spine as I studied his beet red face and quivering physique.



Next time you piss me off I ll fucking castrate you! I snarled at him before turning and casually striding away. Suddenly I felt so much better.



Then the reality of the situation hit me. It happened while I was sipping juice with some of my friends from art class. I had just fucking KNEED the CAPTAIN of the fucking FOOTBALL TEAM! – I was so fucking dead.



The straw from the juice propelled itself down my throat and unfortunately I coughed it back up. If it had killed me I would have at least died a peaceful and honourable death.



You okay Dec? asked John my current best friend. Even though he looked like a jock he was cool like me. We were of the few intellectuals in this jock infested hole that took on accelerated art and philosophy courses in hope of bettering ourselves.



The only thing I didn t like too much about him was that he had these shyness spasms where he got incredibly shy and wouldn t even meet my eyes. He just had have one right now.



Not wanting to deal with his emotional shit I grabbed the front of his collar and demanded I m going to room with you!



His grey eyes widened and his face suddenly glowed bright red Ummm..uh...o..k..kay he stuttered. What the fuck was up his ass?



Great all I needed to figure out now was how to sneak back into my room and get my essentials.



Being the sometime idiot I am I had come up with the fantastic idea of going back to my room when Troy normally had football practice forgetting the minor detail that few could practice with bruised balls.



So I had nobody to curse but myself when I found my back pressed hard against the door with a very angry football captain breathing down my neck.



Think you are so smart don t you? Think you can get away with it just because you are hot don t you? Troy growled. I had never seen him angry before so I was about ready to piss my pants.



Muscle rippling as he flexed around me I bit back a moan of pleasure. Truth was I was more of a masochist than a sadist.



I m going to have you one way or another whether you like it or not princess! he whispered menacingly into my ear his hot breath sending torrents of shivers down my body and making my toes curl.



My shuddering caused him to freeze and his frame relaxed a little as he wrongly mistook my pleasure for fear. A gentle hand coming to cup my face he pulled back a little and said in a sickeningly tender tone hey come on princess don t be scared you know I wouldn t hurt you.



What a bastard first he threatens to rape me now he is playing the prince in shinning armour. But fuck he was hot half naked and I liked that brand of jock straps airy and comfortable while providing the necessary support.



He pressed closer and unconsciously I grinded against him. Jerking pack with a yelp his hands flew down to his groin. I stared at him for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter.



He was glaring up at me but was obviously in too much pain to come up with anything to say. Not that his brain worked well normally anyways.



Pffft yeah whatever hotshot I d like to see you do anything more than piss blood for the next couple of weeks! With that I turned and headed towards my bed. All thoughts of changing rooms having left my mind now that I knew he was into me that way and that I was in no danger of sexual assault for a good indefinite amount of time. Thankyou mighty heavens.



At first it started off as pure evil teasing revenge but then it started getting really twisted.



I had gotten myself these small slutty fag style jockstraps which I would walk around in with my perky ass high in the air for him to admire. Troy would try to ignore me pretending to read a book or play with his football but his shorts would tent and he would growl with frustration. Still being really really tender in that area he could do nothing to relieve himself.



Though I should have known that something bad was coming when he never retaliated against my teasing.



It was about two weeks after the kneeing and I had just entered the room after a shower. Naked except for my sinfully small towel I strode to my bed and flashed my assets as I ditched the towel for my teasing jockeys.



Troy was on his bed a few feet from mine apparently deeply into Othello. I would have believed him more if he had picked a book more to his level and if he wasn t so blatantly raping my body with his goddamn beautiful eyes.



Hey how long does it take for Chiochorphonae to start working? He suddenly asked as I was bending down to wipe my toes.



Chiochorphonae? About 10 mins it s a fast absorbing painkiller.......hey why the hell would you take something like.... Understanding dawned on me as I watched him rise from his bed. A pure predatory glint in his eyes as he raked me with his burning gaze.



Holy shit.

Sexy hunk pulls out cock

Discovering Glory

After a thorough introduction to the intense pleasure of glory hole orgasms a comfortable rhythm has established itself. After a deeply satisfying experience with another unknown man weeks or even months can pass before thoughts begin to rise to the surface to slowly become experiences as opportunity arises. The longer the time between successful visits the more opportunity is likely to arise - or be created.



This time it was a return visit to a bookstore/video booth complex downtown. Over the last few years glancing over its stock had been worth a few minutes of time though only once years ago did I pay to go into the video area.



19 booths for one price seemed reasonable then even taking into account that price is not always the best measure of pleasure. Each booth had one screen playing one film without any ability to switch or change the volume which seemed old fashioned even then. Being open later than most bookstores the number of men there at 10pm or so meant very few of the booths were free during my first visit.



Not all men know about how good it is to get off at a glory hole something certainly true in the earlier decades of my life including the time of that first visit to the booth area. Combined with the fact that much of the porn playing wasn t especially interesting my memory had been of a somewhat disappointing trip.



Particularly since gay porn only rarely interested me at that time though when it did cumming to it was incredible. Bisexual porn has always been a turn on but it tends even now to be a somewhat rare genre. Considering the lack of general overlap between gay and straight tastes not really surprising.



The gay booths were at the end of the longish hallway and during my first visit I doubt more than a few seconds were spent glancing at the screens through the opened booth doors. Being at the end of the dim passage without any interest admitted to in public my short glances didn t reveal anything beyond the scenes of men having sex with each other.



Returning this time nearing the entrance a certain awareness sharpened my attention and anticipation a now familiar and entrancing stirring between my thighs taking hold spurred by knowing what could happen building somewhere below my stomach heavy and deep almost frightening in its power. Its power adds to the sensation a bottomless thrill that starts long before paying admittance and entering the dimness.



Walking more purposely this time towards the gay section each side had its own glory hole style. On the left two oversize booths were connected through a trefoil pattern easily more than 2 feet across. Enough openness to allow all sorts of games but still be a glory hole. Remaining unknown if careful but fully open for all types of man to man activities. In both of these booths the porn playing was at least interesting.



By now any scenes of men having hot sex together attracts the interest of my cock especially when it is more than just two men getting off. Group sex especially such obviously enjoyed sex as three or more men can have remains one of my fantasies and any variation on the idea makes me hot. Especially considering that the first gay sex I saw in public was three men jacking each other off at the entrance area of a gay movie theater.



After entering and sitting on a light but sturdy somewhat smallish chair the openness of the large glory hole was something new - all sorts of games could be played with each booth easily fitting more than one person. A space where multiple people could play in a number of variations. After a couple of minutes alone the possibilities seemed pretty interesting but would require more than just myself.



Admittedly it wasn t that much of a space for discretion and underlined the fact that I had forgotten to bring a condom. Something only rarely forgotten since a lost chance to actually fuck a man who pressed his ass against the glory hole in clear invitation a man whose hard cock had been rubbing against mine. And before that whose cock had been pumped by my closed fist. And before that his playing with my cock which followed his pulling me by the thigh into the hole as his other hand played with my erect length. I was barely able to restrain my desires after all we had done even if he so obviously couldn t. Following that occasion I have tried to plan ahead better.



Nonetheless the attractions offered by the space remained more abstract than concrete - the unyielding wall and narrowed focus are part of a certain glory hole intensity even a larger sized one. The feeling of being flat against the unyielding surface of a wall the sexual tension ending in a glorious release of hot cum helpless against the talents of an unknown person.



Moving to the other side of the passage there were three booths each connected by a much smaller glory hole rimmed with wood. Wood well worn and smooth when touched warm much more enticing than the cold metal of sliding panels. The booth in the middle of the three allowed the person in it to play with someone on one or both sides while someone sitting in an outer booth could watch the glory hole action of the other two. Either position led to enjoyable possibilities never really considered before.



Two of these booths were playing gay porn while the third played straight porn. The middle booth was perfect from my perspective as it offered the widest range of possibilities especially the idea of having two cocks to touch at the same time. Though the thought of being in a booth watching what was happening between two strangers had its own kinky flair - except that no one entered either side. Whenever I think that nothing much new can be discovered something turns up again proving that sex between strangers is full of intriguing nuances covering a wide range of tastes.



As I sat stroking myself watching five naked men play hot games together at a backyard pool the door to the booth to the right closed. Waiting a bit stroking myself harder thinking of what could happen I looked through seeing an older man stroking himself. He was clearly hard but no movement resulted from my beckoning fingers except a faster rhythm of his hand on his shaft. Though the porn playing on his side was straight he had clearly gotten aroused by watching my hand slide along my shaft my legs spread to let my balls hang free shirt open at the bottom to display my curled pubic hair. A fact which only made me harder of course.



He seemed content to stay completely on his side leaving after a couple of minutes possibly cumming without me getting any lasting satisfaction taking my horniness to a more urgent level. Lacking a slider the results of someone leaving the booth are not as abrupt as a panel closing. I left the middle booth after a short while returning to the other side sitting and stroking to the porn without anyone entering. After a couple of years of glory hole visits disappointment too has a familiar feeling - after a string of incredible experiences most recent visits have come up empty in terms of sharing sex with someone wanting to play the same games.



Hope and horniness continued to drive me so I went back to the middle booth having noticed someone in the passage both times when switching previously. Probably in his 30s wearing simple dark sweat pants a cap and a dark coat glancing around with more than a hint of furtive interest. Which seemed promising - anyone who has gotten off at a glory hole will always take the chance to do it again. The cumming is just too good - once you have you have experienced the secret handshake so to speak it is essentially impossible to not want to feel it again and again. A feeling fully shared by the other members of the club.



Going in I took off my coat and hung it on the folding chair as no hook was available My zipper had been open for a while a fact noted with mild surprise. My mind was already missing details as my cock led me forwards. Closing the door unbuttoning my jeans then sitting legs spread stroking mainly around the fairly flaccid head my interest greater than its physical signs. Having gotten hard several times already with the current porn not particularly interesting it did feel good in my hand but mainly from a sense of potential.



And that potential jumped when I heard the door of the other booth close followed by the sounds of a jacket being hung up Now was the point of letting myself truly wonder what would happen with another man s cock beyond mere fantasy. Yet each glance through the low light of the opening just showed the blue darkness of his pants without any indication of his desires.



Pants that gave no external indication of what he state he was in as true now as when glancing at his crotch each time when crossing the hallway. The pants simply provided no way to see what he was doing especially as the glory hole had a small field of vision though perfectly positioned to see another man s mid-section. At least if you tried. I m certain he noticed my body shift repeatedly while attempting to see what was happening on his side my cock now starting to grow in length and thickness. The straight porn playing in his booth was more an excuse really than a major interest for anyone who entered the glory hole knowing what it was.



In another moment or two I heard his pants go down and began to contently pump myself into the proper mood to take a good look at him. Looking at a man s cock when I m hard is impossible for me to resist. Bending towards the glory hole it was delightfully plain that he had freed himself already half-erect our cocks similar in size. His dark bush nicely set off the shape of his growing dick and snugged in balls both easily seen and framed by his opened and unzippered pants.



Leaning back sliding my jeans down more my cock stiffening most enjoyably the sounds of clothing being shifted was obvious. Bending to look again his pants were finally around his knees his cock swelling gorgeously in his hand its rising length dominating both of us. He had a sexy cock one that we both knew would grow sexier.



No doubt remained of what games we wanted to share a truth making my own cock feel so good in my pumping hand watching him stroke himself with increasing lust. His hand s rhythm was slow but firm different than my own centered around the flared ridge at the end of its straight length. My breathing grew faster and more obvious desire filling my mind replacing thought with animal directness.



After a moment of watching his cock rise two of my fingers went through the glory hole an obvious invitation one I am increasingly unable to contain. One which continues to make me burn with excitement the final step into experiencing deliciously forbidden thrills when accepted as is almost always true. I could see his now extended cock its head clearly defined outside of the foreskin standing at an angle which showed how tempting my offer must have been at that point. An offer certainly as tempting to imagine being accepted as both our cocks kept focusing our attention to what they desired.



Yet a certain hesitation was noticeable on his part dwindling though it may have been. The fact that the booth he was in played straight porn was no longer sufficient cover for someone who still cares about whether they are getting off with a man or a woman. My fingers went back through the opening signaling their desire to play with his clearly needy cock. As they moved back following their beckoning my jacking clearly showed how turned on I was. He then turned and his cock came through the hole.



At first only the head appeared gloriously glistening close and wonderfully tempting. I blew gently against the skin the foreskin still clinging to the last of the ridge marking the end of his lovely cockhead my cock swelling to a captivating stiffness. Seeing a man s cock reach fullness just added to the attraction causing plans and possibilities to swirl.



Touching underneath his cock with my flat hand he shuddered and began to move his cock deeper through the glory hole any hesitation melting as my palm and fingers continued to explore him sliding down to lightly stroke the hair surrounding his tight ball sack. I rubbed his balls occasionally straying along his slightly less hairy thighs my wrist and arm along his cock wanting to completely master him. My own stroking was starting to make me pant and moan a habit seemingly impossible to stop an integral part of the entwined pleasures which touching a new cock provides. The connection from one held cock to the other is pure male sex something unimagined before experiencing it. Something I truly love like a number of other men.



After riding that first luscious wave of lust concentrating on his balls let me at least regain enough control to think of what would happen next. Letting a bit of saliva fall into my now withdrawn hand it returned to smoothly glide over the full length of his shaft noticeably heavier than when it first came through the wall. Standing up my pants falling it was almost impossible to restrain myself from orgasming as my cock touched his. Cock to cock rubbing is something I really enjoy especially when pre-cum is involved. A man s pre-cum is different from a woman s wetness or that of a warm mouth a unique delight discovered first at a glory hole. At the hands of a man who got me off as good as anyone in my life our cum mixing in glorious liquid orgasm.



By now the natural sexiness of a man s cock is not surprising distinct as each man s cock may be. But the perfect lubrication of pre-cum is overwhelming ecstasy always beyond description. Holding both cocks in my grasp I swirled my cockhead against his swelled reddened one my eyes starting to close and open as the intensity crashed over me. Seeing myself like that with a man equally hard and turned on sharing the same excitement is pure bliss. Only possible when my cock has enveloped my will while rewarding it. After all this is what I had wanted.



As we kept touching the change in friction was unstoppable as I began to move my cock along his moaning in a low tone. He was somewhat thicker making the circling of his shaft delightful. The moaning had to be obvious but I was definitely beyond caring now moving along his shaft slowly increasing the length and speed of my rubbing beyond any concern or worry about what was happening with another man s naked cock except to keep experiencing it.



I let more saliva fall into my right hand then placed it underneath his cock. With my left hand pushing my cock down against his my wettened right hand started pressing him against my cock sliding along his silky stiffness. Time began to slow in a familiar orgasmic rush and I felt myself slumping against the wall knees weak my cock in paradise.



And returning from paradise as I slowed then almost stopped moving entirely not wanting to cum so quickly. Riding on top of the wave not letting it break is a skill that prolongs the game but also has its own cycle. After some timeless interval his cock began to move back through the opening. In my current state I wanted nothing more than to keep him in my hold to keep his cock from merely remembering how good it was to get off with a stranger one who had just been cock to cock with him.



As he pulled back my left hand followed determined to retain his interest by indulging mine. The hole which had at first seemed small easily allowed my hand to go through then my arm rubbing his still hard and lubricated cock as he took a slow somewhat unsteady step back. I kept a firm sliding hold on to his now 3/4 hard shaft my hand gaining the advantage as he just stood still unable to withstand the pleasure provided by an unknown man worshipping his hot cock. Doing nothing to stop such pleasure continuing is a weakness shared by all cocks and I knew that he could not resist it either.



A faith which was rewarded as we found a perfect rhythm and tension his skin still well lubricated from our pre-cum and my spit. His cock remained the center of several minutes of beautifully mutual mindless attention. My hand went to his balls and the base of his cock and felt his frozen hand in his bush. Pubic hair under my fingers is another attraction which has nothing to do with male or female a kinky thrill indulged by running my fingers through its curliness feeling springy resistance when pressed against my flat palm or at the transition between hair and skin.



My motions started to convey a more demanding suggestion that he re-enter glory. An idea that gathered speed after his first slow even now vaguely hesitant movement as the last remnants of his will were dissolved in mine. I wanted him in my complete control owning his lust and he seemed to understand how weak he was his sexy cock in complete mastery of his mind and body. He finally accepted the ecstasy of giving in a giving in that always happens for both sides in a glory hole. My own cock was again hard my own jacking motion irresistible knowing that more cock to cock joy was so close and so easy to enjoy.



For the third time saliva fell into my open hand and I reached down to spread it over our both cocks his still with a slippery mixture which was slowly growing thinner. This time the quickening of his breathing at my touch was obvious and when my cock moved the head sliding until the lower part of its flared ridge was just touching the underside of his I heard a low moan an almost grunting sound of surrender to what I was doing his cock against mine. He began to slump slightly helpless as my cock began to move. Which only made my pleasure in my handiwork grow again fucking cock to cock with a man.



The slippery wetness between us expanded its spell and as he slowly started to pump the base of his cock my right hand on our shafts my left feeling his now even tighter balls. His magnificent cock was the center of our attention my desire to make him cum overwhelming.



My own cock was becoming a distraction so I moved my left hand the palm now cupping the rounded front of his erection my right fingers and thumb responding to his own arousal making him press his body against the divider thrusting his cock as far into my grasp as possible stopped only by the unyielding wall. My right hand was again moving along his shaft in much the same state of mindless perfection as before the now familiar rhythm which had brought him back increasing in speed wetness from the tip of his cock again making friction disappear under my hand.



I heard a gasp and felt his cock unstoppably swell in my tight grip something never before experienced. I actually felt the first surge of cum watching his beautiful cock in my hand. This first jet of his hot cum surprised us both so much so that it hit my jeans. This disrupted my concentration a bit as I quickly moved my left hand in front of his cock thinking that this was the first time such had ever happened. Sometimes it is easy to not pay attention to little details including noticing how one had been standing.



My left hand was being filled by repeated spurts of hot cum while my right hand kept jerking him off. As his orgasm dwindled a new technical challenge started to make thinking necessary. Apart from the small amount of semen that had landed on my pants leg my left hand was now filled with all of his hot cum. A large amount almost overflowing.



Being differently arranged cleaning was a surprising hurdle requiring my attention. He left while I was still cleaning but considering how well the inevitable mess had been handled the lack of getting off was a minor point especially compared to how good his cock had felt against mine.

Still horny but exhausted with no one else there I spent a few minutes simply looking at the booths starting from the back. And met my last surprise of the day an open space essentially at the entrance. When I went into it it turned out to be a 5th gay booth lacking a door the screen mounted high in the corner. But it did have a chair and a stool plus enough space for a number of people to be comfortable in. As I walked out of the space the idea of such an obviously public space began to tempt my imagination.

Cute boys get skewered

Rock-a-Bye Ch. 03

*All names have been changed to protect the innocent namely me.



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What?



Oh no. Busted.



Huh? I cried innocently.



Well googly-eyes you ve only been staring at me for the past fifteen minutes.



Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!



I broke our eye contact. It was too much for me to handle.



I- I don t know what you re talking about I denied a bit too defensively which was pretty lame since I already knew I was blushing profusely from what heat I could feel emanating from my face. God I was such an awful liar! I hurriedly looked away feigning a sudden fascination towards the open Maxim magazine on the nearby desk from where I was standing in his enormous room.



Heh if you say so he remarked coolly though the arrogantly asinine smirk on his smug criminally-handsome face got significantly broader.



Dammit.



I sighed. What is it with this guy that I just can t stop staring? I think by now it s safe to say that I m attracted to him. Big time. I mean it s pretty stupid to keep denying it when it was so painstakingly obvious even to dense little ol me. In fact I think I may have been infatuated with him from when we first met at the beginning of the week. The thing is and this is where most of my discomfort toward this whole situation lies... he s a frickin dude! Suffice it to say that this is the first time I ve ever been attracted to another dude. And well I like to think that it certainly complicates things-- by a whole lot thank you very much!



I m hungry he said all of a sudden shaking me out of my reverie. Wanna go check out the kitchen?



He never bothered to wait for my response. I could ve wanted to stay in the room and finish reading-- alright looking at the pictures-- of that wonderfully riveting men s magazine and it wouldn t have mattered. He was already steering me by the shoulders down the stairs to the kitchen.



The kitchen was just as huge as the rest of the house. It was also just as beautifully decorated with very expensive furnishings. Their household help bustled about as we entered the kitchen. It was very rare for the actual inhabitants of the house to be seen in there it seems. The whole scene reminded me a lot about my grandparents house actually. My grandmother was always such a bitch to the maids. And I m guessing with the way everyone seems to be scampering about someone in their household must be pretty bitchy as well. Yikes.



You look like the type who loves ice cream he surmised quizzically. What flavor do you want?



Uh no thanks I told him. I m not really in an ice cream-eating mood right now.



Oh come on live a little! he cried dramatically then tossed me a pint. It was very obviously home-made. I wondered where they bought those containers for a split second. This mint chocolate chip s got your name on it.



I caught it but just barely. I was never good at playing catch. He extracted a spoon from one of the drawers and handed it to me.



A plump woman in uniform suddenly came in and snatched the pint from my hand.



No master Valking Vet Dream! The woman shrilled in a thick European accent and did the same to Walking Wet Dream s ice cream. Dinner vill be served soon and zis vill spoil your appetite no? Your mama will how you say reprimand me if you don t show up to dinner again!



Hmm. So his mom s the bitch&hellip



Chillax Stout European-ish Maid Walking Wet Dream fired back a tinge of annoyance evident in his voice. It s just a pint. I ll still have room for more after I m done with it.



No! Stout European-ish Maid exclaimed. Now is your friend staying for dinner?



Yeah why?



Ay! Four people. Four people to serve tonight! Stout European-ish Maid cried out. Tonight there is no rest for Stout European-ish Maid!



Wait four? Walking Wet Dream asked as Stout European-ish Maid started to head for the pantry in another room. What do you mean four? Who else is coming?



She didn t answer him back. She was too busy cursing the gods.



+ + +



He pushed me against the wall the minute I entered the room. Hard.



Walking Wet Dream don t-



Too late. His lips had already enveloped mine his tongue forcing its way in. His body pressed mine in an almost suffocating way. He was literally taking my breath away.



Don t fight it Poor Little Rich Boy he said rather huskily and it just about melted all my walls. Just let yourself go.



B-but this is wrong I stuttered like a bumbling idiot.



But he wasn t listening at all. He was too busy doing crazy things with his tongue to the back of my right ear until finally forcing an elicit moan out of me.



I m taking that as a yes he said to me with that evil sneer of his and that evil gleam in his eye.



He didn t wait for my reply. He just dove back in my neck like a famished madman and proceeded to suck the life out of me. I knew it would leave me with a hickey later on but it just felt too good to stop.



We need to get out of these clothes he cried desperately. God why do we have too much stuff on!?



I laughed despite myself. We both only had t-shirts and shorts on.



In a flurry of hands and hurried movement we soon had our clothes off and he was now pulling me to the bed.



He kissed me like there was no tomorrow. His tongue fought with mine for dominance. His strong powerful hands cradled my jaw as we chewed each other s mouths. He pushed me onto the bed and immediately followed suit. His mouth once again found mine his beautiful body pinning me down crushing my body with his weight. And the battle between our tongues commenced. Our lips both felt raw already and I was sure his five o clock shadow would give me razor burns afterwards but nothing seemed to matter somehow.



He started kissing his way down my body his tongue sensuously tracing every contour of muscle and skin. Eventually he found a nipple and I couldn t help but cry out in pleasure. His hand somehow found my throbbing erection and he gave it a hard squeeze.



I gasped in pleasure.



His mouth found my other nipple and he decided it needed the same treatment as the other one. He was running his hand up and down my cock and balls while the other one found its way to my butt.



He started running his tongue down my abs. The bastard was tracing every defined muscle contour there and it was making me squirm. I was crying in pleasure and I can feel his sneer on my skin as he French-kissed my belly button. The son-of-a-bitch was enjoying this.



I tried to grab my dick I had to stroke myself but his hand would just push mine away. The anticipation was killing me and I groaned my discomfort.



All of a sudden my dick was engulfed in warm velvety softness. I cried out. It felt so good! No one s deep-throated me before especially not in one gulp. And apparently he had a very talented tongue. How the fuck was he doing that with his tongue? It felt like he was trying to swallow me or something. At the same time he was lapping up the underside of my dick slobbering this way and that. He was groaning in pleasure and the vibrations on my dick were pure heaven.



Then with his lips he squeezed his way up to the head. His tongue flicked my piss slit and my pre-cum just flowed out. He was going up and down on the underside of my head and I was always really sensitive there. Shit if he keeps this up I m gonna blow and I tell him so.



I think that may have been his intentions because his only response was to speed up. I was pulling on his hair as his head bobbed up and down in a hurried frenzy. His finger had made its way into my virgin asshole and he was teasing the puckered opening in time with the movement of his mouth on my cock.



I m getting close! I warn him so that he could back down and jerk me off to climax.



Instead he swallows my dick whole and his finger plunges deep within my bum. Somehow it found my prostate and the intense feelings sent shivers down my spine.



I can feel the cum boiling in my balls. It was too much. The feelings were just too intense. I m gonna shoot! I m gonna come! Oh God I m gonna shoot down his throat! It s coming! I m gonna&hellip



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Cold water droplets hit my warm skin and I felt an involuntary shiver run through me.



And I woke up. I had apparently fallen asleep.



Wha-? I mumbled groggily still slightly disoriented not to mention recovering from my dream. I immediately thought it had started to rain or something and propped myself up on my elbows. It wasn t rain after all.



Morning sleepyhead!



It was him. The undeniably gorgeous Walking Wet Dream. The bastard was wet all over from swimming in the pool and was shaking the water off like a goddamn dog on top of me. On freakin purpose! And the jerk had the audacity to smile that wicked smile of his with his two not one TWO adorable dimples like it was funny.



Instead of becoming slightly annoyed like I d usually be I surprised myself with the realization that I couldn t help but notice his perfect smile and perfect dimples and perfectly white teeth. Or how perfectly wet he was. Or that he was only clad in these really snug pair of what he jokingly referred to as a dirty banana hammock which showed off his perfect physique. And by physique I mean his body but I also mean his you know because the wetness made the fabric of the Speedo&hellip cling and well you know. His wet swim trunks showed off his very prominent set of family jewels and I couldn t make myself look away. How sick am I? Good thing I was wearing sunglasses otherwise that would ve been embarrassing. But seriously it was almost as if those things were hypnotizing me somehow. Yep it s definitely a good thing wearing those sunglasses. Have I already mentioned he had a perfect body? With perfect muscles in all the right sexy places? And they fucking glistened! Yes you heard me they fucking glistened PERFECTLY under the sun. I swear to God that guy must have been a Greek god in a past life or something. No one is that perfect!



((Sigh)) I also couldn t help but notice that I was rambling about his perfection which could only mean that I do have a huge man-crush on him. My very first one. I m still trying to process this whole thing desperately but at this point there s no use undermining my infatuation with him. I was that smitten.



Looks like somebody had a good dream he teased glancing at my crotch.



I was hard and tenting. It couldn t be helped. I had on his board shorts. They re at least a size bigger. Nuff said.



Oh shit! I exclaimed bolting upright to cover the obvious cause of my sudden mortification with my hands. Not that it mattered anymore since he s already seen it and he laughed hysterically.



Must ve been some dream eh Poor Little Rich Boy? He said wiggling his perfectly arched eyebrows at me.



I blushed crimson as I was reminded of my dream. My very erotic sex dream. Of him. The bastard with the perfect physique and perfect everything else.



Oh shut up!



He just laughed at me some more.



Come on we better get back inside and shower. I bet dinner is just about set and mom will freak if I m late again.



I groggily nodded my head in agreement even when in reality all I actually heard was shower . Get a fucking grip I thought to myself. You re not showering together dumbass.



After showering Walking Wet Dream lent me his old dress shirt and sweater and a pair of very nice slacks. I wasn t swimming in them thank God but I liked my clothes more fit to my body. But regardless I was glad. For a while there I worried I wouldn t have anything decent to wear because if this house had any resemblance to my grandmother s these people took their dinners very seriously.



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Well well well. Who do we have here?



I looked up from my empty plate to see a young slightly disheveled man with murderous good looks.



He was looking right at me.



What the fuck are you doing here? Walking Wet Dream cried. I saw his face fill with rage as he looked at the intruder.



What? Can t a guy visit his own family little brother? Fucking Sex on a Stick fired back as he took a seat opposite Walking Wet Dream on the table. He was still looking at me only now he had a playful twinkle in his eye and his mouth curled up in a seductive lopsided grin. Who s the pretty boy?



I thought you left for good? Walking Wet Dream questioned him suspiciously demandingly. Yeah he really didn t wanna be called that. Lemme guess. You ve ran out of money? Or should I say your fair share of the inheritance the way you so eloquently like to put it?



Oh snap! This time Fucking Sex on a Stick looked back at him. Seems to me this family has a bit of a classic Prodigal Son story going on.



You got me little brother Fucking Sex on a Stick said cheekily. The way he said it it was as if he was unfazed by Walking Wet Dream s accusations. And that snide sneer of his it suggests something more behind his sudden return home.



A disembodied voice suddenly wafted into the dining room.



So I told her Oh for heaven s sake just fire the guy already! Can you imagine the incompetence of that woman? Mrs. Bitch Mom prattled on the phone laughing over what seems to be some guy s misfortune. She entered the dining room and sat at the head of the table. With a quick nod to Stout European-ish Maid she and the others hurriedly went into the kitchen to get the first course which turned out to be a sort of consommй. Good evening boys.



Hello mother dearest Fucking Sex on a Stick said in greeting the slightest hint of sarcasm present in his voice.



Fucking Sex on a Stick you may have emancipated yourself from this family but I expect you to keep your proper upbringing intact. Couldn t you have at least worn something more&hellip appropriate for dinner? Mrs. Bitch Mom scrutinized wrinkling her nose at her son s choice in attire. But then her eyes ever so coolly glanced my way. Especially in the presence of&hellip company?



Good evening ma am I said politely with a contrived smile taking that as my cue to introduce myself. She returned it with a tight-lipped one of her own. I m&mdash



Uh mother I d like you to meet Poor Little Rich Boy Walking Wet Dream interjected. My um boyfriend.



&hellip What!?



Oh boy. Everything s gonna be alright. Right? Right??

His throbbing cock got so firm & horny that impatient lad start jerking in bathroom

Israeli Assault

I ll always remember the Israeli by the image of him standing there at the window of the Oriental Hotel room the strong Bangkok sun bathing his body in afternoon light—that and by the cockiness with which he took control.



The Israeli army officer a military attachГ© at his country s embassy in Thailand had just two weeks earlier been part of my first threesome. He had seen me working out in the gym and my Egyptian sexual mentor had said the Israeli could have me if he would agree to a threesome with the Egyptian. The Israeli must have been pleased by me because the very next day he started a campaign to get me alone. He had begged and pleaded with me and had declared that he d treat me like a priceless gift and I had finally agreed to meet with him alone.



I was attracted to him so the decision was not a hard one to reach. He was intriguing almost simian in appearance but in an attracting way. Somewhere in his early forties but a magnificently maintained early forties he was quite hairy my first experience with anyone so heavily pelted but also very muscular and with arms longer in proportion to the rest of his body than normal. There had been nothing spectacular in the length and girth of his cock but he had used it quite masterfully on me up against the tiles under the cascading water of the gym s shower. I had thought of the churning of his cock inside me the strength of his arms around me and the silkiness of his hair against my skin ever since that threesome.



He was good at his word about showing me how much he valued this meeting. He had booked a room in Bangkok s most exclusive hotel the Oriental on the banks of the Chaopya River in the center of the city s commercial area. The first thing I noticed when I was ushered into the eight floor room suspended over the busy river was the sumptuous Jim Thompson silk appointments a model of understated wealth and refinement. The second thing I noticed was the bucket on a table in the center of the room with an uncorked bottle of Mumms champagne cooling in it. I also couldn t miss the tube of lubricant lying next to the champagne bucket alongside a money clip thick with Thai baht left there no doubt after having tipped the hotel staff heavily in advance to enable this tryst.



The third thing I noticed was the Israeli officer draped pensively at the corner of the full-length window dressed in his military khakis and black boots—outfitted Israeli military style at least from the waist down. He was bare chested those long powerful arms of his folded under his bulging hair-covered pecs. He had been staring out of the window when I arrived but as soon as the bellboy had departed and quietly clicked the door to the room behind him the Israeli turned and gave me a broad smile of welcome obviously delighted that his campaign to meet me again had been successful. He undraped his arms from around his chest and walked over to the table poured champagne into a glass and turned to me.



I assumed he was going to hand me the glass of champagne but he didn t do so right away. Instead he took a deep drink from the glass himself and then leaned into me. It was obvious he wanted me to kiss him and when I opened my lips to him he transferred the champagne into my mouth. He did this twice again before he refilled the glass handed it to me and moved to close behind me. He was forceful almost cocky in his movements. Throughout the preliminaries he was quite precise and authoritative in telling me what he wanted me to do no doubt I thought a natural function of his military position but also a sign of high self-confidence as it he assumed I d acquiesce in anything he asked of me. I might have found his direction brusque and presumptive but I quickly was finding that I liked this form of domination.



I was wearing a light cotton safari leisure suit from the Bangkok designer John Fowler which was popular with the foreign community at that time. The shirt tail was hanging outside my pants and the Israeli ran his hands under that at both of my sides and moved his strong hands up between my shirt and my skin to come resting on my pecs. He pulled my back in close to his front and I could feel the urgency of his cock against the small of my back. He was flicking my nipples and I moaned for him and almost spilled the champagne. One of his hands slid down my belly and followed the thin trail of hair running from my navel down to my pubes. His hand went below my waistband and he was cupping my cock and balls. I groaned and laid my head back against his shoulder. He was kissing my temple.



He started undoing my belt and zipping my pants down but I put my hand on his and asked him if I could shower first. No one could go out in the noonday sun of Bangkok and avoid getting hot and sticky and I was no exception in this. He consented although I could tell he was a little peeved that I had interrupted his own schedule and waved his hand toward the bathroom. I disengaged from his embrace placed my obviously very expensive crystal champagne glass carefully down on the table and entered the bath. I was about to shut the door but he instructed me in a rather gruff voice to leave it open so that he could watch me shower from the bedroom.



I stripped down just inside the bathroom door to give the Israeli a good look at the goods—which of course weren t really new to him as he had fully fucked me very recently—and cleaned myself out well with the preparation I d brought knowing I had quite an ass session ahead of me. Then leaving the shower stall open I took my time washing the grit of the Bangkok streets off my body. When I was finished I wrapped my body in the lush terrycloth robe the luxury hotel had provided and padded out into the bedroom.



This was the second time I found the Israeli posing pensively against the window overlooking the river his arms wrapped under his hairy pecs but this time he was naked. The sun caught and highlight what was dangling between his legs and I could have sworn it had grown in length and girth since it had last traveled up my ass.



He turned and smiled at me and beckoned me to the window where standing very close in front of me he slowly untied the sash around my robe opened it pulled me to him and pulled the robe back around us both. I reached for his cock with my hands but he brushed my hands away intent on his own campaign.



He was kissing me deeply on the lips and his hands were all over my body. He pulled me close and I felt his cock insistent poking at my belly and his silky pecs were rubbing against mine. After several minutes of this exploration the Israeli pushed the robe off my back and turned me and pushed me rather forcefully against the full-length window. I was splayed against the window my palms against the warm glass and gazed down eight flights to the river below which was teeming with long-tail boats swamped with fruits and vegetables as the merchants plied their wares in the water market. The Israeli s mouth was at my ass and his hands were pushing my butt cheeks wide apart to give his tongue and fingers maximum access. He had retrieved the lubricant from the table and was working gobs of that into my asshole with his fingers.



He was driving me wild and I was sure that he had several fingers fucking up into me as well as his tongue before my legs finally started to give way. I expected him to keep me from collapsing to the thick rug underfoot then and carry me to the bed to make use of my now nicely opened ass canal. But he didn t do that. He supported me with his powerful arms as my knees gave way and I started to sink but he brought me to the floor on my belly in a controlled collapse. I started to rise but he barked at me to stay where I was.



One of his arms wound round my belly from behind and he pulled me up onto my knees on the floor with my hands palmed on the floor supporting the weight of my torso. With a loud grunt from him and a low scream of surprise and sharp pain from me he thrust his hard dick up into me driving it in to the hilt in one forceful movement and then he stroked me like this doggie style for a good five minutes. I pled with him to slow down to give me time to adjust to him but he just laughed and continued stroking hard.



Just when I thought this was going to take him all the way to the finish he pushed me onto my belly and lay covering me my legs pulled together between his thighs and his cock stroking me at an even pace with my canal constricted. His cock was definitely thicker if not as long than my Egyptian mentor s although he was neither as long or as thick as the giant Swede who had taken me in a massage room at the gym a week earlier had been. So I was doing a good bit of moaning and mouthing off and writhing under his weight and the power driving of the Israeli s tool which he seemed to enjoy immensely.



He was definitely the dominating kind with just a touch of cruelty. If I told him he was fucking me too fast he d speed up. If I told him that he was making my nipples sore he d dig his fingers deeper into my aureoles and pinch harder. If I told him his hand was crushing my balls he d squeeze and pull harder.



A good nearly ten minutes later he started revolving around his cock inside me until his legs straddled my chest and pushed in his head was down near my ankles and his hands were wrapped around my ankles. I felt like a too thick screw was being twisted down into my too-small hole. I cried out as much in wonder and pleasure at the image of what he was doing to me though as in pain.



With the strength of his hip muscles he then stroked down into my beleaguered canal at a whole new cock angle. Off and on he wishboned my legs with his hands on my ankles and then brought them back together giving me a loose and then constricted feel in addition to the different stroke angle. He continued this until he shoot off me moaning and groaning in new-found appreciation the whole time.



When he was spent and I had felt his cock soften inside me he at last pulled me off of the rug and tossed me onto the bed. He came down beside me and wrapped his strong arms around me and we both snoozed I in the warmth and silky softness of his hairy embrace.



Exhausted from the Israeli s calisthenics with and inside my body I probably could have slept there until evening but not long after—the sun still streaming in the window if at a somewhat lower angle that brought its rays up onto the gaily colored smooth silk of the Jim Thompson bedspread—the Israeli woke me with the sensation of intimately search hands around my body once more. A rejuvenated cock was poking at my thigh.



I suggested still half drowsy that I was exhausted and sore. He laughed rose up on his knees grabbed my hips with his big hands and roughly pulled me down to where my butt was suspended on the edge of the foot of the bed. He was below me in a flash holding my legs wide with his hands and barely awake I cried out and arched my back as he thrust his cock inside me again and rode me hard his hands cruelly twisting and pinching my nipples and beating my cock to another ejaculation with me trying to catch my breath arching and unarching my back in rhythm with his thrusts and bunching up the silk bedspread in my fists in an effort to maintain an anchored position.



At length his rhythm slowed he brought my legs in to his body so they were propped up against his shoulders and he started kneading my pecs with his hands rubbing the nipples at first gently and then harder again as he felt himself climaxing—quickening his rhythm again taking longer deeper strokes and throwing his shoulders back as he shot his seed up into me once again out of that thick Israeli canon of his.



He held there for almost a minute savoring this proof of his virility. Then he patted me on the belly murmured good job and pulled out of me. He padded over to the table supporting the champagne bucket picked up the money clip and started pulling off baht bills on the way back to the bed. By the time he got back me still collapsed with my butt at the edge of the foot of the bed and my heels dug into the thick carpet he had pulled off five ten-thousand baht notes (something like $200 at the time). He tossed these down beside me on the bed spread and said:



Great job. Really good with the fresh innocence and mild reluctance act. I d like to see you again soon if it can be arranged.



What? I exclaimed. It hit me hard immediately and right between the eyes. He thought I was an experienced callboy and that the Egyptian was my pimp.



What? I repeated sitting up on the edge of the bed now all indignant. You thought I was a male whore? You thought I came here for the money? I didn t. I came here because you attracted me. I didn t give you any sort of an act. You re one of the few men I ve been with I hadn t done this at all before last month. I came here for you not for your money.



He stood there for the longest minute stunned at what I was saying. And then he went all red in embarrassment and sank down on his knees in front of me and apologized profusely between kisses he was applying all over my bruised and roughly fucked body.



In the shower later as he tenderly soaped and rinsed me off he apologized again and again for taking me so roughly saying that he just couldn t control his urge to fuck me and had genuinely thought I sold my body for this sort of sex. Right before he knelt in front of me and serviced my cock he asked if I could forgive his roughness and meet with him again. I told him that he needn t have worried about that—that I was learning that I wanted to be dominated in just the way he had dominated me.

Blonde guy with a huge cock

Mark s Unexpected Visitor...

Marks Unexpected Visitor Has A Tasty Morsel.



When Sal s away Mark likes a flute to play.



Before you start to run away with the idea that I am a musician the flutes I love to play are usually attached to some nice young man who is quick to elongate at a mere touch.



I am just a normal everyday guy with a nine to five everyday existence. Married to a tall statuesque blonde goddess who works more hours than she is with me at home. When she is with me she has either got a headache or she is two tired to tango. This leaves me with a lot of time to get up to mischief.



What does a virile young man of 37 get up to in all this spare time? Needless to say I am called upon to act like an housewife we do not have any children so that in itself is a blessing and in another way a bug-bear. Meaning there is no curb on my stupidity. The fact I get little sex makes me highly sexed. Like the rich of Nottingham I feel robbed. In my case the spoils I have to give away is gallons of excess sperm. The receiver of the produce of my loins is my wife s soiled knickers. As up to recently I had not summoned the courage to find other outlets or inlets as the case may be. I usually stirred up the desire to masturbate by reading porno watching porno by any means possible.



The day things changed I was laying on the nuptial bed with an assortment of magazines around me and as my bent of late was homo oriented because of the fact the last time I went swimming I saw a guy having a shower pulling himself off when it was obvious he knew I was watching him. I wanted to join in his fun but I had left my guts at home.



It affected me these things do. I imagined myself sucking the guys cock I had seen. I often drink my own sperm and wondered what another guys sperm would taste like. Sally used to suck my cock and I loved watch her relishing the action. The way she tongued her lips afterwards.



I digress. I was laying on the bed with Sal s knickers wrapped around my cock when the front door bell rang. I slipped on my boxers and a T-shirt and ran down to answer it.



There was a young guy about twenty s standing there in all his physical splendour.



Hello Sir! My name is Tony I am around selling kitchen ware one of your very kind neighbours said you would be interested.



A cheerful soul who was completely soaked through as if he had been standing under a shower with his clothes on. He showed me various badges and credentials and he was causing a puddle on my stoop. I asked him in and threw him a towel out of a basket which had just come out of the dryer.



He slipped off his jacket to reveal a very muscular build and a muscular bulge in his pants.



He looked so like a guy who I had just been gawking at in my porn magazines. I wondered if Tony had a cock his size?



Come upstairs and get out of those wet things and I will put them into the spin-dryer for you. You can have a shower while you are at it. You will be in for pneumonia if you don t. My name is Mark by the way.



Thanks very much Mark you are very kind. All I have been getting is no thanks all morning.



I led the way up stairs and I was conscious that he may be staring at my ass through my thin boxers. I felt my cock stretching naughtily.



We had just got into the bedroom when the phone rang down stairs. I quickly showed Tony the bathroom and was embarrassed when his eyes dropped to my tented shorts. I fled down the stairs three at a time.



It was some one trying to sell me double glazing. I let the guy ramble on a bit then I told him politely that I already had it. Back in the bedroom I got a shock. Tony was laying naked on the bed sniffing Sal s knickers and looking at one of my magazines with the centrefold revealing a guy sucking another guy off. His other hand was on a very erect cock of goodly proportions. I pretended not to noticed and picked up his wet clothes and ran down stairs and piled them all into the spin dryer. On the way up stairs I listened for the shower motor but it wasn t on. He was laying on his back smiling at me.



Come on Mark you want to taste this cock of mine don t you? Get naked and come over here.



I m a married geezer Tony. I am not a homo! I inherited those books from a neighbour after his wife found them.



Then why are you standing there with a cock as hard as mine. I m bi-sexual if you want to fuck me you can.



Honestly mate I have never done anything with a guy. I don t know as I want to.



But you have a hard-on and you had one before you went down stairs to answer the phone I saw it. Do you want me to suck your cock. you can pretend it s your wife. What s her name?



Sally. She is out working just now.



He got off the bed and walked over to me and put his hand out and stroked my cock through my shorts. It immediately stuck up for more.



Let me see it can I take your shorts down?



I stood there shaking as he dropped to his knees in front of me and he arrested my hard cock into his mouth as my shorts hit my ankles. I moaned audibly as he sucked my cock deep into his mouth. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was Sally but I could not conjure up a vision of her. All I saw was Tony even with my eyes shut tight. A very naked Tony. His hands moved round to my buttocks.



No Mate. Don t touch me there. I don t want that!



You don t know what you are missing. Do you fuck Sally up her ass?



No I do not!



Perhaps you should you may keep her at home some more. Lots of women love anal sex. Maybe she is getting it somewhere else Mark. Invite me round when she is at home and I will start the ball rolling for you. She has a nice bum smell what she leaves in her knickers. You can fuck her pussy and I will fuck her bum at the same time. She will love that.



All the time he was talking he was massaging my cock and suddenly my spunk burst out of my cock which he caught in his mouth and he sucked my balls dry which almost made me collapse to the floor.



Did you enjoy that Mark?



Oh! Yes! It was fantastic!



You can t refuse to suck my cock now. Can you?



He went back onto the bed and opened his legs wide and motioned me forward. I kicked off my shorts and pulled off my T-shirt and moved over and knelt between his legs. I took his cock into my hand and started to gently masturbate him.



Are you married Tony?



Yes for eight years.



Do you fuck her up her ass?



He smiled and replied She was a blind date met her at a friends house with two other couples. We were playing strip poker. Nancy and I were the first to lose all our clothes so we were both on forfeits. I was told to fuck Nancy. I did not have a condom and the rules of the game I was not allowed to borrow one. Nancy was not on the pill then so I was told to fuck her in her ass. She told me she was willing to try anything once and she would not have played the game if she had not been willing to take part. Every one there spit on my cock and her asshole to provide lubrication. It was the first time for both of us. I was very surprised when she confessed to me afterwards that she had loved it but she only wanted to do it with me. We were both book worms so it didn t take us long to get all the gen on it and we just grew together in our quest for further enjoyment from a new way of fucking. We still do it even though we have both spread our wings to bi-sexuality. have watched her do it with women and she s seen me with men.



I was down playing with his cock my nostrils flaring at the smell of it was so close. A drop of white juice emitted from the little hole in his knob and I flicked my tongue out. For the first time in my life I tasted another guys spunk. He put his hand on my head and pressured me down and his prick was at my lips. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth and it rolled in over my slavering tongue and I gulped when it hit the back of my throat. I pulled back an wrapped my hand around his shaft. It must have been all of eight inches. I had read about deep-throating and seen guys do it on videos but I was scared to do it. I rolled my tongue round his mushroom like prick-head and started to lick up and down the shaft and around each of his balls tempted to go for his anus but chickened out. I wasn t in to fucking me doing it to him and definitely not him fucking me. Saying that his hands were on my bum cheeks and I trembled when his fingers traced up and down my crack. I moved away a bit so he could not reach my hole. He was moving his hips aggressively fucking my mouth and suddenly he pulled my hand of his shaft and then he forced his cock into my throat. I gagged wanted to be sick but was unable. He held still and I felt my throat muscles relax. He pulled it out and then straight back in again and I was surprised that it went back in so easily. He started to pump it in and out and I was snatching air and gulping around it he started to moan that he was coming and I pulled back until his knob was in my mouth just in time as he started to fill my mouth with sticky globules of spunk. His pumping action spurted more sperm into my mouth. I swallowed it with out thinking it wasn t unpleasant tasted like my own actually. I had sucked my first cock! I loved it!



Have you two finished?



I jumped like a jack-rabbit and spun round to see Sally standing in the doorway in her blue pin-stripe business suit. Her lap-top bag in one hand and her week-end bag in the other. I was amazed she did not look angry. Her eyes were not on me but Tony s cock it was still erect and slimy. He was looking at her and holding it up towards her. She turned and left the room without saying anything more. That frightened the shit out of me. We were getting dressed when she suddenly came back into the room stark naked. She had a body to turn on a dying man. Her tits were swollen nipples erect and protruding the pigmented areolae cushioning each nipple was swollen to show her complete arousal.



Don t stop boys lets fuck! It is the top of my fuck fantasies to have two cocks in me at the same time. You would not disappoint a girl would you?



Tony shucked off his shorts and shouted Whooopeee! Bring it on Sister! Bring that lovely asshole to Tony!



She just stood there running her hands into her loins and parting the lips of her already juicy vulva and then prodding it deep with a finger. She came to me and fed the finger into my mouth and stroked my rapidly hardening cock with her other hand. This was a Sally I had never met before. The juices I was tasting was hers and a male sperm which was not mine. She had been recently fucked. The thought made me horny. I pulled her onto the bed into Tony s outstretched arms their tongues met as they kissed and his hand went into groping mode between he open legs. Her loins were raiding his in depth groping fingers and she moaned out loudly when he switched his slimy fingers to her arsehole.



She moaned out Oh! Yes do that! I want that! I want your prick up my ass Tony! Fuck me in my ass.



Why the hell had she never said that to me? She has a delightful bum! I would have love to screwed it for her!



She pulled me around and pushed me back onto the bed and aggressively mounted my cock and impaling it into her pussy.



There is KY Jelly in that drawer Tony. Use plenty I don t like it to hurt too much Darling.



Sally was rocking on my cock as Tony industriously lubed her asshole and he wrapped his arms round her as she moaned out loud and bucked her hips forward.



Aaaagh! Oooh! Easy! You are big Boy! Oh! Mark! he is filling me up with cock! Oh! You feel it don t you Darling? You must be able to feel his prick against yours inside me?



I can feel it. I m going to be fucking your ass from now on Sweet Wife. If anal is what you wanted you should have told me without you looking elsewhere for it!



You should have told me you like doing it with men.



I didn t know myself until Tony turned up on our doorstep. Previously it was me browsing through mucky magazines to get myself off because you were away such a lot!



All three of us was rocking together it felt so good so intimate. Three naked people locked together like this was so sensual. I was holding Sally down crushed to my chest and we were pleasantly tongue kissing. I was playing with her beautiful tits. Pinching her nipples which was making her mooooo passionately.



My wife and I gave Tony a big order and a big kiss to send him on his way and then we went back to bed she reading my sexy books while I pile-drove my cock into her ass.

These lovely immature guys can seduce anyone!

We Met On Line

I arrived home at my normal 8:00 PM after another long day at the office. Having recently divorced I always turn to my computer to check things out first before deciding what to do for the evening. Checking my E mail messages I discovered one from a person who had read an earlier erotic story I had written and submitted to Literotica.com.



“Hello StyxVenom. I enjoyed reading your stories and wanted to let you know how much they turned me on. I am a married male with no intention of dating other guys. I love my wife and family too much to ever change my lifestyle. However like Richard in your first story and Larry in your second story I find that my wife no longer cares to go down on me at all. Sometimes when she has a few drinks she kisses my cock but never any more than that. We enjoy other wonderful sex together but I miss the blowjobs I used to get from her.”



As I read I wondered why he was telling me all of this. Then discovered that he travels quite often to Southern California and quite often stays at a hotel less than 10 miles from my house.



“If you’re ever available when I’m in town I would like to know if you would consider going down on me. Nothing else. I don’t want you to remove your clothes. I don’t’ want you to kiss me. I simply want to you suck my cock like you have other men and let me cum in your mouth. After I cum I want you to leave. Are you interested?”



This was exactly what I wanted as well. No commitment. No dating no meeting for drinks to see if we are compatible. I simply wanted to meet a someone who wanted to be serviced not strings attached.



I replied that I was interested and asked him a few additional questions to make sure he was serious and sincere. He was and he would be in town next week. He promised to get in touch with me.



I waited all week and didn’t hear from him. Figures he was playing an on line game.



Then the last day he was in town I received his E-mail.



“Styx I’ve finally gotten enough courage to invite you over if you’re available. As I stated before I simply want you to come in don’t say a word just do as I say. I will be wearing a robe. I’ll tell you what I want and will expect you to do it. I don’t smoke I’m 45 years old in perfect shape with a 9” uncut cock. I hope that meets your expectations. Still interested?”



I wrote back from work. He gave me his room number and asked me to call him when I reached his hotel. I replied that I would go home first to shower and dress accordingly because the hotel he was staying at is a very respectable one. And I asked him to shower.



I showed up at his hotel just before 8:00 and called his room. He told me to come up and knock twice. He also told me to bring up two Black Russian drinks with no ice. I did as instructed and knocked on his door. He opened it and I walked in. The room was very dark with only a light on in the bathroom so I could just see shapes.



“Come in Styx. Welcome. Now drink one of those drinks quickly. Swallow it all in one or two gulps.”



I did what I was told swallowing the burning mix of coffee liquor and vodka I noticed an odor in the room. Cigar smoke and it was fresh. In fact he was smoking. Looking at his silouette I could tell he stood about 6 feet tall and weighed in at about 250 pounds. Not exactly what I had expected.



“Good boy. Now set one drink down you’ll need that later. Come over here get on your knees and open my robe.”



I did as instructed and could barely see what looked like a 4 inch cock. I was disappointed and a bit scared not sure what this would be about.



‘Now ” he said turning around “kiss my ass and do it right or else!”



I knew I was in trouble but took it one step at a time. The smell of is lit cigar filled the room but I slowly kissed his ass while reaching around to massage his cock. It started to grow and I was surprised that it jumped up to a full 7 inches.



“Very good. Now show me how good you are at sucking cock.”



He turned around and I grabbed his cock pulling it with my hand while my mouth pulled its head in.



“Not like that you lazy cocksucker ” he said. “No hands. Earn your cum you fag.”



I wasn’t prepared for this but then again his cock was between my lips pushing hard to the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull back but he forced it deeper into my throat keeping his hands on the back of my head.



He kept it up slowing down once in awhile to allow me to stop gagging but he continued his rough forceful face fucking. After a few minutes I started to get the pace and started pushing my face onto his cock. I really started getting into it.



“That’s a good little cock sucker now you’re getting the hang of it. Keep it up slut. In fact I want you to slow down just a bit and suck my balls.”



I pulled my face off his cock and licked down to his balls slowly taking one into my mouth and carefully licking it and sucking it.



“That’s perfect slut. I lied about my body and smoking because I figured I’d scare you away. I am straight but my wife doesn’t look at my cock any more. Sure we fuck but I really enjoy having a bitch like you suck me off. I’m glad we hooked up cause you are a good little cocksucker. Now be careful with those balls and lick my ass once in awhile too. I know you like it you wrote you did you stupid slut.”



I couldn’t tell him that what I like what I love is to suck cock. Sucking balls and licking a man’s ass is not my idea of a good time for me. That said when a man knows what he wants and tells me what he wants I turn to jelly and do as I’m told and so I slowly licked below his balls and stuck my tongue into his tight ass.



“That’s it slut lick my ass hole. You’re good boy! Keep it up.”



I did as I was told and knew he was loving every inch of my tongue going up his ass. Fortunately he was freshly showered so it didn’t bother me. But the thought that I was here on my knees with a stranger licking his balls and ass d



“Keep it up slut. I get into town at least once a month. You might just be what I’m looking for. You ever consider sucking cock that often boy?”



I nodded my head yes afraid if I said no he would hit me. I didn’t want to upset this guy.



“Good cock sucker… now finish me off. You do swallow don’t you slut?”



This time I shook my head no… I wasn’t going to swallow this jerks cum.



He started pumping my mouth hard again and told me to expect a facial saying he was going to cum all over my face. He told me he would let me know when he was ready to cum so I continued sucking. I love sucking a cock and this was no exception no matter how scared I was.



“That’s it… Oh yea you’re a good cocksucker boy. I may just have to tell some of my friends about you. Would you like that boy? I have a lot of friends who come here and stay at this hotel. They might want to use your face too. Interested boy?”



Actually I was. It made me want his cock more. The thought of sucking some of his friends visiting as long as they weren’t quite as rude as this guy excited the hell out of me. So much so I didn’t realize his cock was getting just a bit bigger. He was rubbing the back of my head and suddenly he forced my mouth down over his cock and I felt him twitch once twice again and again as I felt his hot thick lava filling my mouth.



I hadn’t expected him to get as excited about me sucking his friends cocks as he did and I didn’t want to be swallowing his cum but I did because he made me at least that’s what I told myself.



His cum was tangy salty disgusting and I swallowed every drop loving it.



“Lick it clean slut boy don’t miss a drop.”



I did as I was told.



Now you’ve earned your other drink go ahead boy drink it down.



I did not noticing he had slipped a pill into it. I relished the drink loving it as it went to my head burning my lips on the way down.



The drug had an immediate effect….. but that’s another story.

Irresistible curly white boy tries it two-way

My Own Private Glory Hole

Copyright 2006 by the author.



AUTHOR S NOTE: The type of encounter described in this tale is if not new certainly a lot more common now. While private glory holes may have existed before the Internet cyberspace is an ideal way to advertise them. The story is based on incidents related to me by a friend who insists they really happened. Whether they did or not I hope you enjoy. KN



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A man s best friend is his fuck buddy. Sure relationships are great: but when you re in between them and horny there s nothing like having someone you can count on for hot mutual fun no strings attached.



I have a picture of one of my favorite fuck buddies. It s a close-up of an open mouth nice even white teeth a dark mustache with a hint of gray on the upper lip.



The tongue is hanging partway out coated with thick white liquid that s foamy with air bubbles. The same stuff forms sticky strings between the upper and lower lips and a blot of it is hanging off the mustache.



It s cum of course. Mine.



Mark took that picture of himself he says just after one of our encounters before he spit out my load pointing the digital camera into the mirror and carefully cropping the result. He e-mailed it to me later that night so I d find it the next morning.



Mark s mouth is the only part I ve seen of him besides his cock.



I ll admit it looks have always been important to me. So how did I get hooked up with someone I wouldn t recognize if I passed him on the street? It was like this. I was surfing the net one night checking out one of my favorite cruising sites. I was scrolling down the list of guys in my town when one I hadn t seen before caught my eye.



His name was Mark and nothing about him stood out at first. He was a little older than I like average body no face pic. There was a nice shot of his cock seven inches uncut. But it was a sentence at the end that hooked me.



Have a private glory hole at home.



Now I knew what glory holes were of course-those openings cut in stalls in public men s rooms or between peepshow booths where men stuck their cocks through to get blow jobs. But I d never heard of anyone having one at home.



A little icon at the bottom of the box said he was online and could chat. In a flash we were sending instant messages to each other.



It s simple Mark wrote. I leave the door open. U come in go upstairs stick your cock through the hole I suck u off you leave. No strings.



U don t want my pic? I asked.



Nope. Unless u have cock shot .



He wouldn t send me his picture either though he assured me that he was not ugly. Looks weren t important to him only cock. I had to admit the thought was hot and told him so.



Then cum on over.



Ten minutes later I was on the road following the directions he had sent my cock hard in my pants. I parked a little distance away and walked up the driveway to a modest duplex in a pleasant nondescript neighborhood.



Mark had told me the door would be unlocked and instructed me to ring the bell once before I entered. I heard the musical chime inside when I pushed the button. I turned the knob and sure enough it was open. I stepped into the entryway to a pleasant impeccably neat living room. I wasn t really interested in checking it out though--I quickly headed up the stairs.



At the top I turned and looked down the hall. At the end where there would have been a door I saw a plywood board filling the frame. A little bit below the middle I saw the hole that had been cut in it. Light filtered through from beyond and I saw shadowy movement on the other side.



As I watched a finger came through the hole beckoning. I hesitated a moment but the lust coursing within me was too strong. I strode down the hall unzipping as I walked. My cock sprang out of my open fly in full erection as it had been ever since I started my drive over here. I paused before the opening trying to quiet my loud breathing.



The finger was withdrawn. Then I saw a tip of a tongue snake through the hole. That was enough. I took one step forward and put my cock through.



Mm nice a voice whispered on the other side just before my cock was engulfed by warm slippery pleasure. Then Mark began to slide back and forth on my steel-hard rod.



My invisible sucker knew what he was doing. He varied the pace and depth of his strokes using plenty of spit and tongue on the head. Sometimes he held just the head in his mouth then he took me down to the root so that I could see his mustache hairs come through the hole. He flicked his tongue in and out of my leaking piss slit until I saw stars. Eager fingers pulled my balls out and through the hole in the plywood and he worked on those as well before attacking my dick again.



After a while I started to moan. My fingers clutched the doorframe my head tilted upward eyes closed as I savored every sensation. The erotic charge of being blown by an unseen mouth was indescribable.



Finally I couldn t take anymore and pulled back. Mark didn t want to let me go but I insisted. My cock and balls slid back into view soaked with spit. I stood my hard-on raging legs trembling with fatigue from tensed thigh muscles amazed at the effect this encounter was having on me.



It took a while but I managed to calm down a bit. Then I heard something move. A small brown bottle appeared through the hole.



Take a hit came the whisper. Then put your cock back through. Hurry.



By now I would have done anything he asked. I unscrewed the cap and took a hit of the poppers in each nostril. As the blood rushed to my face I leaned my pelvis forward and slipped my organ back into Mark s waiting mouth. The rush from the poppers my unseen partner s skill and most of all the thrill of anonymous sex pushed me over the edge in seconds. I threw back my head and howled as my hips shoved and bucked against the board my body trying to ram every possible centimeter of my pulsing organ down that hot throat as it unloaded in hard spurts into Mark s mouth.



Finally my balls were emptied. I pulled out let go of the door and stood gasping. I couldn t remember the last time I d cum that hard. Dimly I heard noises behind the board. My unseen partner was hawking and spitting. Apparently he didn t want to swallow me which I could understand.



I stuffed my still swollen cock with some difficulty back in my pants and zipped up. I stood for a moment feeling awkward. At last I said to the empty air Hey thanks bud.



The sound of a throat being cleared then My pleasure. Take care now. The voice was deep pleasant. I left the bottle of poppers on the floor and walked downstairs. I shut the front door firmly behind me and got in my car looking over my shoulder half expecting someone to be looking accusingly at me but of course there was nobody.



When I got home I checked the computer. He d sent me an e-mail.



That was hot man. Hope you cum back. Mark.



I did several times over the next few months. It was always the same. We d first make contact online or I d send him an e-mail asking whether he was free on a particular evening. If he was we d set up a time. He d leave the front door open and when I got there I d ring the bell and go in. After the first time he told me I could use the bathroom off the hall to clean myself up afterward which was considerate. Mark seemed to be a nice guy as much as I could tell.



After the first few times when the chemistry between us was obvious our encounters got more elaborate. I started stripping when I got there leaving my clothes downstairs. It made it hotter for me and him too I think to be naked when I walked down the hallway swinging erect pausing in front of the hole knowing he was waiting licking his lips in anticipation. Then I d shove my dripping hard-on through the opening.



Mark s cocksucking was so hot I had trouble not cumming too quickly even though he was obliging enough to back off now and then and not just drive me to an immediate climax. I wanted our sessions to last as long as possible because I enjoyed them so much. His uncut seven-incher was a nice piece of meat too so I was more than willing to take a breather and get on my knees for him as well. The groans and murmurs of pleasure from the other side of the partition as I worked on him were unmistakable but he never came. I realized after a while that it was a power game. He was going to be the one who made me shoot not the other way around. Sometimes when I d get close and try to withdraw he wouldn t let me go forcing me to ejaculate. He laughed when I complained.



Just be glad I didn t bite it off he said once. Of course he was kidding-I think.



Though Mark knew almost everything there was to know about oral sex I managed to teach him something new.



One night when I was over at his place we were into our usual scene. When he let go of my cock and I got on my knees to take my turn as sucker I whispered into the glory hole before he stuck his meat through.



Damn you ve got a hot mouth. I d love to snowball with you.



Snowball? he asked in a puzzled tone.



I explained what it meant. Sounds hot was his response.



Then give my load back to me after I cum okay?



Okay.



When I got back on my feet and shoved my cock back through the hole he went to work with renewed energy. As usual it was only a few minutes later that I lost the battle and emptied my balls into his oral cavity groaning with pleasure. As my orgasm at last began to subside I pulled my still twitching dick out and sank down to the floor my legs rubbery.



Now. Give it to me I hissed at him through the glory hole.



His mouth came into view cum leaking out and running down his chin more staining his mustache. I put my lips to his and opened them emitting a muffled moan of satisfaction as he forced my hot load back into me. I felt his tongue tickling mine as we swapped sperm back and forth making out through the glory hole invisible to each other except for our hungry mouths. Finally I swallowed and we broke apart. I sat back panting my mouth full of the bitter taste of my own jizz.



Fuck that was hot man Mark said. I never did that before.



Glad you liked it I told him.



After that we always finished that way. It was after one of those sessions that Mark sent me the pic of his mouth full of my cum.



I would have been content to go on the way we were for a long time. But Mark had other ideas in his nasty mind.



One night we were chatting online. He asked me what other sexual stuff I was into.



I like fucking. Watching and being watched. I told him.



Not into anal at all here he said. There was a pause then another message.



You top or bottom? he asked.



Versatile but like a hot top who fucks hard.



A few days later I got an e-mail.



Got another regular who wants to meet you. Steve s been asking about having a three-way. Still interested?



Of course I was and Mark arranged a meeting at his place a day or two later. I was to get there first and Steve would join us.



I was always hard on the way to Mark s place but that night I thought I was going to cum on the way there I was so horny at the thought of a three-way at the glory hole.



As soon as I rang the bell and got inside I stripped naked and headed up the stairs my erect cock swinging in front of me. Mark was waiting behind the plywood of course and I lost no time in shoving it through.



After he had worked on it for a while I pulled out and knelt to get a taste of Mark s meat. While I was sucking him I heard the doorbell ring.



Footsteps came up the carpeted staircase and down the hall. I sensed the newcomer stop right behind me. I could feel the heat of his body hear his breathing smell his scent-a heady mix of sweat alcohol and cigarette smoke.



I heard a belt buckle being unfastened and clothing dropping to the floor. A rough hand fell on my bare shoulder massaging it. After a while Steve s grip tightened and I knew what he wanted. I turned and saw a pair of legs sneakers on the feet khaki shorts around the ankles. A blunt cut cock jutted up between the thick thighs. Steve had nothing else on except a plain white tee. I finally looked up and saw his face. He was attractive in a rough blue-collar kind of way with dirty blond hair pulled into a ponytail.



Steve didn t say anything just grabbed my head and shoved it into his crotch. I was happy to oblige inhaled his cock down to the root and went to work. As I pulled out all the stops twirling my tongue around his knob licking up the precum washing his balls getting my hand into the act I was finally rewarded with a faint groan.



Yeah suck it good he whispered.



After a while he pulled out and stepped out of his shorts. He moved toward the glory hole and stuck his cock through so Mark could have a go at it. Watching Steve s butt muscles contracting as he strained to get as much of his length through the hole as he could seeing his face grimace with pleasure as Mark slurped noisily on his rod kept me hard and leaking as I stroked my cock.



Then I saw Steve pull his wet cock back out of the hole. Mark s fingers appeared holding a square of foil which Steve took and tore open. He hooded himself with the rubber then turned and gestured to me.



Suck him.



Mark s cock came through the hole and I obeyed standing and bending down to take it in my mouth. I knew what was coming next. Sure enough Steve got behind me as I blew my unseen buddy gripping my hips. I felt the head of his sheathed cock bump my butt then slide into the crack. I d gotten myself greased up before I d left to come to Mark s place so I knew I could take him without too much trouble. There was a brief flash of pain when he pressed through my ring and slid up my ass but it soon passed. I felt the familiar tingling warmth fill my lower body.



I was in heaven my mouth and ass stuffed with cock. I braced myself with my hands on the doorframe to keep Steve from shoving me into the plywood as he fucked me hard his hips slamming into my butt cheeks with every thrust. I moaned continually becoming a human vibrator for Mark s cock down my throat.



After a while Mark withdrew and signaled with his finger through the hole. I straightened and Steve moved with me keeping his cock firmly embedded in my hole as I put my own cock through. Once Mark had me in his mouth Steve began to pound me again. It was harder to stay joined in this position and not lose my balance and fall against the barrier. My arms ached from gripping the doorframe but I didn t care. The combined sensation of Mark s hot mouth and tongue on my cock and Steve s cock hammering on my prostate quickly brought me to the edge of cumming. I tried to hold back but was helpless against the combined onslaught. I raised my head and howled in delight as I unloaded into Mark s mouth. The orgasm was so intense I saw stars and thought I was going to pass out. I wanted to finish with my favorite dessert so as soon as I could catch my breath I bent making Steve step back so I could put my mouth to the hole to receive my fresh load from Mark.



As we swapped cum Steve muttered Fuck that s hot. He hadn t cum yet and still had his cock buried in my asshole. Normally I get real sensitive after cumming and want to stop whatever I m doing sexually but the three-way had me so hot I didn t care. I turned my head to look up at him letting him get a good look at my cum-stained mouth and face.



Cum in my ass fucker I said to him. Now that I had cum Mark knew I didn t want any more of his mouth on my cock. I heard his voice through the hole.



Turn him so I can watch he said to Steve who obeyed bending me double at the waist. I braced my hands against the floor painfully stretching my hamstrings and waited for Steve to cum but the guy had stamina. Minutes passed and he kept pounding my butt. Unbelievably I felt myself getting hard again despite the fact I wasn t touching my cock.



As Steve fucked me like a rag doll once again I felt the fire building up inside. All of a sudden I felt cum dribbling out of me and onto the carpet beneath us. I had reached another orgasm from his fucking this time without even touching myself.



I m cumming I groaned. I heard Steve grunting hoarsely rhythmically and knew he was finally shooting his long-delayed load into the rubber in my ass. After cumming twice I was really sore and couldn t wait for him to quit. It was a few more agonizing minutes before he stopped his thrusts and pulled out. I cried out as he popped his cock out of my stretched abused hole.



Now that he was finished Steve took no more interest in me. He pulled on his shorts and left without a word not even bothering to get rid of the rubber. I heard the door slam downstairs as I sank on my hands and knees to the carpet utterly exhausted and drained.



You okay? I heard Mark ask.



It was a few moments before I could answer. That was... fucking fantastic. After a while longer I got another sentence out. Your carpet s a mess.



I heard his deep throaty chuckle. Don t worry about it. It was worth it having you cum twice while he fucked you. Hot.



You didn t cum did you?



Nah.



We haven t done another three-way since that night though I ve paid my buddy several more visits. Mark talks of other scenes he wants me to try either with him alone or with him and Steve or maybe another guy--stuff with blindfolds handcuffs and dildos. I m willing to go with him wherever he wants to take me-sight unseen.



END

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No Surf

What?



No surf today I repeated just making idle conversation Out there.



Manly beach sat before us under a leaden sky. The low grey clouds moving swiftly the water a dirty green. A hundred yards out to sea the surfers sat or lay on their boards in a ragged line rising and falling on the long swell waiting for waves that seemed unlikely to appear. Occasionally the smooth ocean was spattered and broken by brief showers of rain.



No. The winds coming off-shore and the rain deadens the water he replied turning to me fully and appraising me.



I half smiled back watching his eyes flit up and down me then he turned his chair a quarter turn to face me. Him sitting at the small square table next to mine at the CafГ© Steyne.



You don t look like you re here for the beach he said smiling his eyes indicating my rather overdressed look. Casual but overdressed for a visit to the beach neat formal casual carefully overdressed.



No I replied No a doctors visit.



Nothing serious? he asked making a casual connection.



No. No. Nothing serious. It s over now. I m just taking in the view I offered feeling the empty place opening up inside me smiling at him suggestively.



He understood saying that he lived nearby and was filling in a lazy day.



We entered the apartment and I moved straight in with little open lipped kisses he joined me my arms going to his neck his hand to my package a few squeezes getting me well into him. Then I was pushing against him as we kissed deeper grinding together as our arms encircled each other and our hands glided over each other.



It s strange how clothes can disappear when you re occupied like that.



I liked the hair on his chest running down his belly. Nice lush black hair on a tanned worked body. He seemed happy to play his hands over my arse but I wasn t happy to go that way with him even feeling what he had for me. Bigger than I could offer him but it was I who pushed his hand to my engorging piece suddenly knowing what I needed to fill that empty place that had opened inside me.



I grabbed his hair pulling his head back kissing possessively down his neck to his chest . For now right now he was mine. And I wanted to feel my flesh throbbing inside him his body moving under me writhing before me.



He resisted briefly knowing he was the fucker but my mouth and hands my body were insistent and he gave in to me. Compromised for me. I felt a rush and turned him suddenly desperate for the main event. The physical.



He ceased to be he was nothing and everything. I didn t know him but my body understood his completely. I pushed him forward on the bed straddled him and kissed down his spine wanting to feel each bump of bone overcome by the perfection of it. Running my fingers over the mounds of hardness before my tongue arrived.



Down to the end where his body separated and split.



I slid back on the bed pulled his hips up and he lifted his arse to me making the moves. I was lost now stroking myself for a moment as I ran my thumb down between his cheeks over his rim. Then I was in a rush to tongue his entrance untidy as I lubed him sighing as my fingers penetrated him fucked him looser stroking his smooth passage walls making him moan and wanting him to moan louder for me.



Yes he grunted as I stroked my fingers again at the same depth.



His arching back had me throbbing and I reached under and held him as I positioned myself and made the first entry moving in easily grunting from the overwhelming pleasure of it as he took hold of me deeper and I reached under for his cock and stroked him. I began to move inside him my hips slipping into the fucking rhythm that was my perfect entry to paradise.



On the edge of my awareness I felt my spine curl and uncurl smoothly painlessly and the empty space inside me started to fill. I rested a hand on his back low down feeling his spine moving as my rolling hips guided me in and out of his body.



We lost ourselves separately me building myself to my climax as he moved his arse in slow circles doing whatever he wanted to take his from me. The empty space inside me was suddenly filled as I grunted and jerked inside him gripping his hip. My release came my cream let loose deep inside him as I moaned. I ran my hands over him under him took over his cock giving him the final few strokes he needed to come. Catching his cream in my hand wiping it on his belly.



I fell away and pulled him in to me feeling his warmth his firmness.



You ve got a beautiful back I said running my fingers lightly along his spine.



Are you into backs he replied drowsily.



No. Yes I replied confused Right now I just appreciate how amazing they are. I had a problem.



You seemed fine to me he said turning his head so I could kiss his mouth.



Yes. It s gone all gone. I found out today.



Oh. So this is a celebration fuck he said and laughed rolling around so he faced me his hand moving to my right nipple his mouth to my neck.



Yes I said smiling at him not in a hurry to go anywhere else Yes. A celebration.

Gay cook masturbates in kitchen

Slave to Love Ch. 01

Welcome to my world! As always here comes the disclaimer. You just can t live without those can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based (vampires and werewolves and angels Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery. Mind you my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based it is fantasy my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world. If you choose to get into the real world scene do your research make sure you have safewords and stay completely safe. That said if none of the above bothers you enjoy the first installment of Slave to Love .



Eko cowered down in the corner of the well kept yet dusty corral trying to hide his tiny form amidst the crowd of milling slaves. Yes slaves. He had no way of knowing how he d ended up in the city of Shalei but one thing Eko was absolutely certain of: This was nothing even remotely similar to the world he came from.



He d gone to sleep in the Utopia of home where there truly was little to no violence children were raised in a communal setting with not one or two parents but a mass of adults that helped and loved each and every child. The sky was a pale lavender purple the moon a deep glowing red and the trees had leaves the color of the richest most beautiful emeralds ever to grace the hand of the most wealthy and prestigious Lady. Utopia. Eko had never really understood what Utopia meant because all he d ever known was peace laughter gentle parents and friends and a sense of always belonging.



And he was ripped from all of that from his happiness from the certainty of a future into the uncertainty of a world where people sold people for amusement and gain where rape was non existent if it was forced upon a slave where he had no rights no choices and no chance to have protected himself from the Slavers and their whips and cattle prods.



Eko s head snapped up as two men approached the edge of the corral eyes locked on his tiny form curled as low to the ground as possible. One was a slaver Eko recognized him but the other was no one he d ever seen before and he was most certainly the largest man he d ever seen so tall he towered over all those around.



... and you re certain that this is a purchase I wont regret? the man who spoke the new one he had the most incredible deep green eyes and shoulder length auburn hair that seemed to gleam like spun rubies in the weak light of the late evening sun. His skin was pale and he had the most kind almost gentle smile.



The slaver was quick to placate the large man as Eko watched out of the corners of his eyes and focused on listening into the conversation. This one is nothing like the last one I sent to you. The slaver said hurriedly This one is very shy he has not be used yet nor have we put him through any training what so ever when I laid eyes on him I thought of you immediately! The vile Slaver brightened beaming at the large man who simply ignored him moving along the edge of the corral towards Eko.



He really is one of the most beautiful things I ve ever seen. The big man said speaking about him as though he wasn t even present. How d you get him?



He was taken on a short expedition to a peaceful world. We decided to only take one specimen so we did so at night when they were asleep. They probably think this one ran away in the middle of the night. If he turns out to be good slave material we might go back to take more. What do you think of his wings Master Daman?



Stunning Master Daman sounded distracted and Eko glanced up to see what held his attention only to find himself staring into those intense emerald green eyes. He felt captured for just a moment like the proverbial deer in headlights and slowly the Masters lips curved upwards into a slight smile and Eko tore his gaze away staring down at the dusty ground beneath him as he focused on breathing bringing the softness of his multi-hued feathered wings around his tiny body in a protective manner. Bring him here. Daman commanded gently then held up his hand Never mind I ll go to him. Moments later he d climbed over the wooden fencing and dropped to the ground beside Eko kneeling down to get closer to eye level with him.



Hello little one. His tone was soft but Eko cowered away from him and looked down and away pretending he wasn t being spoken too. How long have you been in Shalei? he murmured and Eko swallowed hard fear a cold knot in his stomach.



Th-three days S-sir. He stammered out quietly.



Three days humm? Have you been touched at all during your stay here? Daman wanted to know if he d been misused in any way but Eko didn t quite understand what kind of answer he wanted.



Th-that Slaver h-hit me. He whimpered turning his face away and blushing. I didn t move fast enough.



Daman cut a glance towards the Slaver who seemed bright red at the comment the slave had made and then looked back at Eko. His hand came up to carefully brush the silken lavender-streaked black locks from his delicate face then lifted his head by the chin so he could look into the most beautiful pale lavender eyes he d ever seen. I ll take him. Daman said then released his chin and began to get to his feet taking his newly acquired slave by the arm and pulling him up to his full height which couldn t have been more then just under five feet to Daman s nearly Giant s Status. Go draw up the paper work I m taking him home with me now.



Surely Master Daman. The slaver turned and scampered off gathering the papers he d been presumptuous enough to have had drawn up before Daman ever even saw the slave Eko.



Eko was silent while the humiliating exchange took place. He stood at Daman s side and the large man never once removed his hand from the back of his neck. While it wasn t a cold touch it was decidedly possessive and Eko didn t like the idea of being possessed by anyone. He was his own man he wanted to be his own man and he felt uncertain and nervous about what he would be expected to do as the slave of this strange Master.



The walk back to what would become his new home was equally humiliating as the Slaver had fastened a simple collar around his delicate neck and handed a leash to his Master by which Eko was forced to be lead about as if he were some sort of animal. Nothing could have been more embarrassing and he found the beautiful wings he was so proud of dragging on the ground drooping with his misery until he was lead into a large and lovely home and handed over to an elderly woman to be properly Groomed and readied.



Donae ye be too scared of tha Master there young one. She said briskly as she dragged him swiftly down the marble floored hallway and then nearly pushed him through a huge doorway into what might have been considered a bathroom.



Eko paused slightly his huge eyes gazing around the palace-like room he was engulfed in. Everything was opulent rich lovely and large and overwhelming. Rose and gold and pale cream were the soothing colors that met his sense of sight and as the woman leaned down to turn the faucet on the bathtub he couldn t help but notice that it was a good three times bigger then anything he d ever seen. It took quite some time to find his tongue after seeing where he was to live and the entire time the kindly older woman continues to fuss around with the faucet water towels and soaps sniffing each one delicately as if unable to decide what to smother him in.



I-is he g-going to h-hurt me? he whispered to the woman finally unable to keep his voice from stammering and stumbling over his tongue in a manner that had him utterly ashamed and blushing profusely.



Oooh Aye prolly so. The woman commented in a nonchalant manner without looking up as if his question was of little consequence or if hurting wasn t such a big deal.



Eko paled he actually felt the blood chased away from his face by panic as it went to other parts of his body and he thought for certain he was white as a cloud. The elder woman looked up grinning as she placed her chosen soap on the edge of the tub but her face fell when she saw Eko s terror streaked face. Oooh child donae be so frightened. He s a good man our Master is. I be promising ye he ll be takin a fine care of one so lovely as yerself. She came up to him curling an arm around his tiny form pressing him close to her side. He s jes got some interestin tastes in bed play. The look on Eko s face became even more terrified. He d never done any bed play let alone tried the interesting sorts.



The elderly lady chuckled softly patting his cheek then gripped his chin and turned his face to hers. Ye be listenin and ye listen right n good. She started out firmly. Tha Master he be a good sort but he can be right n proper frightenin if you fight em. Treat em good an you ll be treated with more gentleness than ye would from most other Masters. He cares fer us all right and true right and true. Fed clothed with a nice place ta sleep and warm cozy fire an the care of a wonderful Master. This ol one couldna ask fer anythin more from her life. You mind me well donae be so frightened he can be frightenin he might hurt ye but he will always care fer ya afterwards. She let go of Eko s chin and he nodded hesitantly swallowing hard.



Is it horrible? he asked her quietly as she began to help him undress. He was so stunned that she had her hands all over his body that for a moment he allowed her and then he blushed and made a little sound as he fought to cover himself up and she shoved his hands aside.



Oooh I d say nae. She told him working his pants open while idly shoving his protective hands away again and again. Might be a bit painful tha first few times an he does feel partial ta spankin s and tha like but I be thinkin you ll be enjoyin it more then hatin it child. She finally got him completely naked and pushed him towards the tub watching as he slipped into the water with comforting eyes.



So lovely ye are. She commented after scrubbing all of his bare skin completely and totally clean much to Eko s embarrassment even doing the parts of him he d only ever touched himself. She was brisk and efficient not paying mind that she was touching his penis just doing her job without thinking twice about it. Truly alla this black hair falling down to your knees with these lavender streaks just tha same color as your eyes. So lovely. Did tha guild go an be dying your hair when ye got there? she asked quietly.



No m-ma am. That s h-how my hair g-grows he said and when her eyes glanced immediately to his lavender streaked groin she made an appreciative sound nodding her head. It is a r-rare color even among m-my p-people. He whispered quietly fighting back tears as she worked conditioner into his hair.



Aye aye she murmured then touched his wings causing them to shiver and rain water drops across the bathtub s surface. An these wings can ye fly child? Eko found himself nodding mutely Truly fly? They be so beautiful. Tha Master prolly has ideas about them wings. She commented All them colors fluttering across the surface like an oil slick just amazin I be telling ye for sure. She continued talking and then rinsed his hair out giving him blessed silence for an all too brief moment.



When the bath was finished she ushered him out of the tub and wrapped him in a warm fluffy towel drying him and wrapping his long hair up to pile atop his head. See tha table over there young one? Go lay down on it. She pointed to the soft padded table and Eko nodded his head lying down gingerly on his back his heart pounding in his chest. What would come next? He had no idea but he would soon find out.



Moments passed and then the older woman returned carrying a little tub of what she told him was hot wax. This went by with no concern that is until the woman began slathering the warm stuff all over his sensitive groin area getting his hairs all sticky. Be still now child this will only sting a moment. She pressed something to the wax and then with a quick yank jerked all of his hair out causing him to cry out in pain.



Hands immediately went down to protect the rest of his precious pubic hair as he gazed at her with wide eyed terror. Why!? he wailed quietly precariously close to tears.



She simply patted his cheek and smiled Tha master likes ye clean an smooth. Now move your hand child I needs ta finish my work an then get ye to his rooms for viewin . It took some struggling but she finally got his entire body to go completely hairless and by the time she was done Eko s eyes stung with unshed tears from the sharp stinging pain of it.



There there child its nae so bad take a deep breath. She said brushing out his hair then turning him around and around to make certain she d missed not a spot on the poor young man. Ye ll find ya likes being with Master. She told him and Eko only looked down fear causing his tongue to stop working all together. He had that problem.



Shh... come now ye be followin me lil one. She led him by the hand through the open doors and Eko paused stalling at the doorway and shaking his head.



I m n-not c-clothed! he whimpered I c-can t walk a-around without c-clothes on!



Oooh ye be walkin round without clothes on most tha time here in this house tha Master doesn t like clothes. She told him seriously and Eko s mouth dropped open going dry. Donae ya worry ya wont be tha only one without clothes on. She said then tugged him out into the hallway and began leading him.



Eko couldn t help but try and cover himself as best he could as he passed slaves some of whom were dressed and some of whom were not. It didn t matter however Eko was naked and that s what mattered. In fact it was ALL that mattered. His free hand kept covering up his cock as best he could and his cheeks were so warm he was certain he could light up a room with his blush alone.



How ol are ye young one? the woman who d never introduced herself by name Eko realized asked him.



I ve s-seen e-eighteen sum-mmers. He whispered softly his eyes locked on the floor not wanting everyone about to see his utter humiliation.



Ahh so young. She mused quietly then stopped so suddenly that Eko actually bumped into her back stumbling wings fluttering to catch his balance. Here we be! she said and then rapped on the door three times.



Send him in! came the call and the woman turned to Eko straightening his hair patting his cheek then nodded.



Ye goes in lone now young one. She said quietly Ye jes be compliant behave as tha Master orders and remember that no matter what he does he will be taken good care o ye. She opened the door and ushered the Eko in then snapped it quickly shut so he couldn t change his mind.



Eko stood with his back and wings pressed tightly to the door his eyes sweeping the darkly lit room even more gloriously appointed then the bathroom had been. His heart hammered painfully against his chest an every present *THUMP* *thump* *THUMP* *thump* that he couldn t control. A shadow moved out of the corner of his eye and Eko made a soft whimpered sound deep in the back of his throat as he pressed himself more fully to the firmly shut door.



Master Daman walked towards his new slave so frightened his lovely lavender eyes looking much like he d been caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Daman was that truck at least in Eko s mind of that he was certain. The truth was however that Daman liked that look. He enjoyed the fear that fluttered across those beautiful amethyst eyes. It made him want to take the sprite of a boy into his arms and drink in the scent of that fear taste it on his lips smell it on his skin.



However Daman knew better then to move to quickly with one like this. Years of practice had taught him well if you move to fast you can break the slave and that just isn t what he had in mind especially for sweet little Eko.



Sliding his eyes in a blatant show of approval Daman nodded his head and then a flicker of a smile fluttered across his face. Come here Eko. His voice rumbled forth.



Eko glanced up quick panicked motions his eyes flickering from place to place and all the while pointedly missing his new Masters face and eyes. So afraid he was that he completely forgot what he d been commanded and in response didn t move or budge an inch from his position plastered with his back to the door.



Frowning Daman shook his head. I said... he growled Come. Here.



Eko gave a terrified little whimper and then scampered forward staring pointedly at his Masters chest not knowing what else to do.



Fingers slowly curled about the edge of Eko s chin and Daman lifted his face so he could look down into the personification of innocent. Good. He murmured his other hand coming up to stroke along the satin-soft locks of his new slaves hair petting much like he would a spooked animal. Soothing.



It had the desired effect as well Daman noted as his slave took a deep shuddering breath and let it out in a slow whoosh of air.



So frightened shhh little one shhh. Daman whispered continuing to stroke his hair pet him gently We have much to talk about tonight so I wont expect to much from you on our first encounter. He told Eko nudging his chin a bit Look up at me don t close your eyes little one. I want to see those beautiful lavender eyes. You must always look into my face and eyes unless I instruct you otherwise. He began smiling a little bit.



Eko nodded his head slowly and then his small pink tongue darted out to wet his lips nervously making Daman want to follow that trail with his own tongue and taste that sweetness that untouched uncharted sweetness. Managing to hold back from such an action he was not however able to stop himself from running his thumb over the fullness of the boys lower lip so incredibly soft and pliant.



Your life has changed Eko. He began his instruction still petting him right where they stood in the middle of the room. You are no longer a free agent you are owned by me. Daman watched as fear anger humiliation and then resignation all flashed in those beautiful lavender eyes and he felt a pang. Such a lovely creature stolen from his home his life and taken to this new world where he would be made to do things he probably never considered let a lone thought about doing to himself.



A-and y-you ll hurt me. Eko stammered out surprising Daman.



Yes sometimes I will. Daman agreed readily enough only to be greeted by more terror and helplessness in the small creature s eyes. But that wont be all Eko. You belong to me so you will need to learn to find pleasure in my pleasure. If you please me you should be proud of yourself. If you make me happy you should be happy. If you follow my orders perfectly or do your very best you should be proud of your accomplishments. When you do well when you please me I will reward you. Like a pet the words went unspoken but Eko thought them and so did Daman.



Tonight you will get taught the basics and we shall see how you do. Daman continued smiling a little smile. I want you to stay absolutely still. You will do what I tell you the moment I tell you to do it. No matter what I do to you you will remain still and accept the touch of your Master. Do I make myself clear Eko? his words spilled fear down along Eko s spine and he nodded wordlessly his mouth gone dry for fear of what would happen next.



Releasing Eko s face and hair Daman took a single step back allowing his gaze to travel down the form of his new possession. Without thought Eko raised his hands to cover his groin and Daman slapped his hands away. You will never cover yourself from my gaze. He hissed in a steely voice. This is not your body anymore it s mine. I can do with it what I want. Simple as that though Eko couldn t quite force his mind to wrap around the concept.

Daman reached out his fingertips lightly sliding over the lifeless member between the younger mans legs and when he did Eko made the most painful helpless sound deep in the back of his throat. It was almost a whimper but it held a hint of something worse as if the touch pained him though Daman knew logically he d been supremely gentle. Hence the touch could have only brought humiliation up in his sweet slave s body. You ll learn to always be hard and wanting for me sweet Eko. When you touch yourself do you think more often of men or women? he asked watching with amusement as those eyes snapped up to his own embarrassment on every line of his face.



I... I… don t like girls. He finally managed to get out his cheeks flushing a deep delicate crimson. Daman smiled.



Look back up into my face Eko. I want to see your embarrassment. He told him watching as Eko struggled to obey and do as he was told. This is a good thing because you will not be allowed to touch or be touched by anyone but myself or anyone I loan you too. He told his slave Though I might find amusement in teaching you to please females despite your body s choice.



Daman began to curl his fingers around the warm flesh beneath his fingers and Eko fought hard not to close his eyes or cower away from the touch. His breath caught in his throat and purely physical pleasure sparked a response to the stroke. He felt with intense humiliation his cock beginning to grow and firm beneath that warm touch and he watched with tears stinging the back of his eyes as Daman s lips twitched into that almost-smile he seemed to be partial too.



Feels good doesn t it? Daman whispered to his slave and Eko swallowed hard nodding his head. Has anyone ever touched you like this before? he asked to which Eko wordlessly shook his head sending his soft black and lavender locks flying in all directions. Just as suddenly as he d begun Daman released the length of the boys cock bringing his hands up to stroke over his belly and hips.



Eko had to fight himself to keep from pulling away form the touch and he couldn t stop the sound of surprised dismay as those fingers scratches red trails along his pristine flesh and even louder when those fingers pinched and tugged at his sensitive little nipples. He wanted to close his eyes he wanted to hide to crawl away and hide under the bed but he could do nothing but stand still eyes open and locked on his master s admittedly beautiful face and accept the unwanted undesired touches. This was not how Eko had expected his first sexual experience to go and soon each breath was hard to draw in and let out the tightening from both physical pleasure and emotional anguish.



Eko was so confused. Daman watched that confusion slide over his face watched the blushes spread watched his eyes glisten and glaze when he did something that the boy liked in particular and he watched as the desire to draw away fluttered across Eko s face when he did those pleasurable things. The sensations were simply so foreign and the man giving them to him was a stranger. Daman loved that the boy was so incredibly innocent that he d never had hand laid on him before because it meant that he could be present for every new thing it mean he could watch the surprise and excitement and fear cross over his face.



Moving behind him Daman began to stroke his fingers over the boy s wings. They were soft so incredibly downy soft and as he trailed the feathers over the delicate bones that made the structure up he heard a sound from his tender little pet. A sigh not a pained sigh but one of pleasure. A real sigh of pleasure. You like that? he whispered stepping in close so his body nestled right in between the two huge feathered wings.



Y-yes M-master. It f-feels good. Came the soft reply his eyes falling closed since Daman was behind him and couldn t see.



Daman continued to stroke and fondle along the wings and as his hands began to get closer and closer to the bases where they met his back Eko began to draw in sharper little breaths. He was clearly beginning to get excited and Daman was willing to bet that his sweet pets face was bright red with reaction. This feels different down here at the base of your wings then the other parts doesn t it Eko? he whispered in against the nape of his neck. Eko nodded softly swallowing audibly. Feels good? Daman pressed.



Y-yess... Eko stammered the word out letting it end in a soft hiss of pleasure as Daman leaned his head down and placed a heavenly nip along the tender flesh where his back met wing.



Reaching around his little slave Daman gripped his shaft in one firm hand. His slave moaned leaning back against him his wings fluttering in a way that had Daman buffeted in buttery softness. His cock was hard hard as a rock and Daman realized this was something truly special about his young slave. Does all of your kind feel this way when you touch the base of their wings?



Y-yes Master... it s a v-very s-special place. T-touching there i-in public m-means your mated. He whispered swallowing hard and gazing down at the ground. He was getting really worked up never having been touched like this before never having this manner of intense sexual excitement. It was almost more then he could handle and Daman unaware of how sensitive his wings were still touched stroked and then began to lick and nibble at them gently.



Moans and groans soon began to escape much to Daman s excitement. Touching the wings he was certain it would just be a horrible tease to his little pet so he held tight to the boys cock but did not stroke it wanting to be absolutely certain he didn t over do it. The more he teased those wings the more intense those sounds became and after a moment he finally got the response he was looking for.



P-please... came the soft hesitant words S-so sensitive... he whispered shaking his head and biting his lower lip. Scared. Master p-please!



You re scared? Daman breathed I haven t done anything to you yet young one I haven t hurt you yet. His free hand crept in a slow line down the boys back to slide over the gentle swell of his ass. He had an absolutely perfect ass soft and warm beneath his fingertips and when he touched Eko jumped and trembled clearly anxious.



Y-yes s-scared. He stammered out again nodding his head frantically. When Daman s hand spread the boys ass and began to probe and touch along one of his most intimate places Eko cried out and humiliation washed through him coursing through him like a living thing and coiling in his belly tightening and terrifying him beyond all coherent thought. Please no. Please! he begged and Daman drew back his hand.



Eko thought for sure he was safe but a split second later that hand came back and slapped hard over his ass. I will touch you everywhere and anywhere I want Pet. You belong to me. He growled then suddenly picked Eko up and carried him to a soft plush lounge chair.



Taking a seat Daman positioned the boy face down so he lay over his lap and he struggled to get comfortable with his hard cock pressed to Daman s thigh. He didn t want the evidence of his arousal pressed against his new master it was too horrifying a thought to even consider but every time he tried to move Daman would simply hold him still. D-don t h-hurt me p-please M-master p-please! he wailed and Daman ignored his please his wailing.



Well that s not entirely true he didn t ignore it he savored it. The sound of fear on the little ones tongue was sweet nectar to drink down and relish. Eko. I am only going to ask you this once. It s something that you ll have to learn on your own but I m going to ask you to consider and try to do this for me because it will make things so much easier. He began slowly stroking his palm over the sweet warmth of the boy s ass. Trust me. It may sound difficult it may even sound impossible. But if you can learn to trust that you re precious to me my precious slave my pet that I don t want to do you real damage things will become much easier. I will teach you how to enjoy the things I do to you but it will be harder unless you trust me. I m not a cruel master I m not half as bad as the other men out there that could have snatched you up before I could take you home with me. Have you seen anyone in my home that did not look content and happy? His words held a hint of compassion kindness and Eko had to stop and ponder.



He d seen naked and clothed slaves he d even seen one that was being punished for some crime or another but when thinking back on the faces of each slave Eko couldn t truly say he saw any miserable person. Everyone seemed well fed happy and Eko was miserable he was truly miserable. So frightened so anguished so terrified inside at the idea of what will happen to him. I d-don t want to have s-sex. He stammered out suddenly voicing his concern.



That s not your choice any more it s my choice. Daman countered and without another word Eko began to cry. Soft crystalline tears that rolled down those fair cheeks of his. The boy was breakable so tender and innocent inside. He could break him at the drop of a hat and the realization made Daman consider how he could train the boy. He truly didn t want to shatter his soul he wanted him to be happy and he wanted himself to be happy – both could happen but it would take finesse and tenderness two things Daman hadn t really worked on for quite some time in his life.



I will make you a deal. Daman said continuing to stroke over the boy s rump while his free hand slid up to fondle and caress the wing bases. You will do the very best you can to please me. You will follow my orders you will accept your punishments and you will trust in my teaching you and your body the pleasures and pains that I have to show you – and I will not take you until you ask for it. I will not rape you. Daman knew he was putting himself on the line as much as the boy he knew that to give him so much control over what happened to himself opened his own heart up to the boys needs his desires it opened his heart to loving the little angel but ... he knew inside he could never rape the boy anyhow. He never was good at out and out rape he liked his partners to cry but he wanted them to reach for him afterwards. Twisted logic mayhap but it was how he thought none the less.



Eko sniffled softly turning his head so he could look up at his Master. W-will you touch m-me *there*? he whispered.



Yes I ll touch you there I ll even put things inside of you. But I will not force my cock inside of your ass without you wanting it there. Are you going to try trusting me? he murmured and after a moment Eko nodded his head and made another adorable sniffling sound that pulled at Daman s heart-strings. Good! he said giving Eko a smile. Very good. You work hard and I know you won t disappoint me Eko.



Reaching down to the side of the chair Daman opened a small toy chest that was situated just within Eko s view. Glancing down the boy could see every toy and implement of torture that he had at his immediate disposal. His hand stroked gentle teasingly raking fingernails over that soft rump and then suddenly he drew back and came down with a sharp intense spanking.



Eko wasn t expecting it having grown used to and even comfortable with the stroking and teasing over that part of his body that when the spanking came he nearly leapt off his lap with a cry torn from his throat. Ooow!! he yelped and Daman chuckled.



Hush up take your spankings. And another came jerking the boy s hips and partially hard member against his thigh rubbing it pointedly and causing mixed reactions from the boy. Pain and humiliation warred with pleasure and he fought to keep himself from crying again. Another sudden slap came down and the jarring of it the strength of it pushed Eko against his new Masters thigh sending his cock grinding and sparks of pleasure dancing behind his eyes despite the pain. A broken moan a whimper and a stifled sob escapes and Daman began to just gently strokes his hands over the aching soreness of his rump again.



Good shhh breath that s it little one. The murmurs came soft and Eko couldn t help but want more of that comforting sound. He was just so scared and nervous and he ached inside and out but he wanted to be comforted and Daman s voice was all he had to cling to. He choked back another sob then shook with his arousal and humiliation and the pain in his rump. A moment passed and Daman drew back for another sharp smack hitting him hard enough to jerk him forward once more rubbing him pointedly against that thigh once more and this time the moan came louder sharper as it mingled with the pain of the slap.



It wasn t too bad not really. It was a spanking nothing that should make him cry and yet it DID make him cry. Cry and whimper plead silently and writhe in his Masters lap. And it was all so beautiful to his new Master. Daman wanted the sweet little angel in his power to cling to him and beg for more he wanted him to find that line where pain becomes pleasure and all was good. He wanted the little creature to mewl and whimper and beg to be taken. Time. It would take time.



The spankings came one at a time and between each a soft word gentle murmur and a tender stroking over the little ones body. He looked so tender as he cried as he pleaded. Each slap jerked him forward rubbing him against Daman s thigh and by the end of a half hour his ass was so sore he knew he d have a hard time sitting on it but at the same time his cock was so hard it ached and Eko needed release so badly he didn t know what to do.



Hand on his rump Daman began to slowly push his hips forward using the position he d chosen to heighten that sense of need that unending spiral of desire that Eko was feeling. A free hand slid down stroking between his wings an action that had him catching his breath and when that hand began to circle the fleshy part of his wingbases Eko was moaning loud again despite the heat of pain in his ass. A slap! Quick sharp the sound resounding off the walls of the large room bouncing from place to place only to remind Eko of where he was cause him to writhe and feel the humiliating burn of shame as the spanking wasn t enough to doused the flames of arousal and need that still tore through his small form.



You re so so excited little one. Daman murmured I feel it each time I spank you. Do you know how proud I am of you Eko? No sweet one? You don t? Oooh little bird I m so proud of you take a deep breath that s it now let it out slowly... SLAP! Another quick spanking hard unyielding and Eko cried out as his hands searched for purchase and his cock lept and throbbed helplessly against Daman s thigh. His new Master clenched his fingers about his wingbases the sensation sending sparks of pleasure down his spine to settle in his belly and coil in his groin. Climax was close so close so so damned close.



Don t make me please don t make me. Eko wailed finally knowing where this was going. He was going to be forced to humiliate himself for his new Master. He was going to be forced to and past that brink a brink he d barely gone to with himself let alone with another person present.



Shhh it s not so bad Eko. I promise. Daman nearly purred the words out. He didn t want to break the little birds soul but he wanted it in fact he was so hard with his need he could barely breathe but he couldn t just out and out rape the angelic creature. He had to take things slow. Damn! Damn damn damn!! It wasn t fair. He lifted Eko up in his arms then slowly shifting him on his lap so he could rest his back to Daman s chest. His hands came down and spread the Angel s legs so they straddled Daman s opening him to the room and Eko mewed out his discomfort. His ass was red and sore bruised mightily. Daman wouldn t have hit him so hard and so many times but the sight of him writhing and the feel of him so hard was more then he could bare he couldn t stop himself.



The price one pays for being to adorable in the presence of a brutal and loving Master mayhap.



Buffeted by the softness of Eko s wings Daman looked over the little creatures shoulder down the long line of his beautiful body to the cock that was so hard and bright purple pressed to his belly. Eko may not realize it but Daman did. He needed release or he d be in more pain the next day than he d ever experienced in that part of his body. What he did was a blessing more then a curse though the Angel wouldn t agree with him on that most likely. Daman took one of Eko s hands in his the small thing trembling with uncertainty his chest heaving with excitement and fear. Daman could taste those things on him his scent thick – it only made it harder for him to concentrate. No one should smell this good. No one had the right to smell this good!



He curled Eko s fingers around his own aching cock his nose nuzzling at the Angel s neck softly. I know you ve done it before. Daman purred softly Tell me Eko have you touched yourself before?



Y-yes. Eko stammered out his voice breaking on his sob and his eyes falling shut as he held himself in a tight grip.



And it felt good? Daman murmured.



Y-yes. Eko said again trying to hold back his helpless tears.



Show me. Daman s voice came out like an auditory caress like music like Mozart or Bach. Sweet and beautiful and deceptively mundane.



Daman watched as Eko with trembling hand began to stroke himself holding his length awkwardly with an audience watching as if he d never held onto his cock before in his life. I c-cant. Eko whimpered out frightened and tense unable to get himself to perform the way his Master wanted.



Yes you can. Daman s hand returned to cover Eko s guiding him leading him forcing him to stroke the length of his own member again and again and again and again. Each stroke drew whimpers moans sharp breathes and soon Eko couldn t help but rock his hips and writhe in time with each and every stroke. Tell me what you want Eko. Daman whispered in his ear and the little Angel cried out his head falling back to rest against Daman s broad chest.



Tell me. Daman whispered again when no answer was forthcoming.



D-don t... Eko cut himself off with a moan soft and pure and sweet.



Don t what?



D-don t... D-don t ... don t s-stop. He stammered out again mewing his unease and fear and discomfort but unable to beg for anything but more. His body was taught tight with his need tight with the closeness of something far more intense then anything he d ever experienced in his life. He knew it was coming like a wave in the distance he could see swelling into something monstrous while he stood on the shore and watched with baited breath unable to stop it unable to do anything but watch it come unable to run because there was no where to go.



Daman didn t stop he continued to force the young mans hand up and down his shaft stroke after stroke moment after moment. That s it. He murmured against the boys neck then opened his mouth to lightly graze two sharp pin-pointed fangs against his fluttering pulse. Eko didn t know what he was doing he didn t care he didn t care if Daman killed him and tossed him in a gutter after this all he cared about was that approaching wave he could see in the distance and couldn t stop.



Those tiny fangs raked over that pulse again and again as the boy grew closer to the brink of release. His breath caught and Daman knew he knew as Eko arched into his body that there was no turning back now and just as Eko tripped Daman sank his fangs into his pulse-point causing a cry to rip from the boys throat a cry of surprised pain and unending pleasure.

Pleasure. That word alone couldn t explain away what Eko experienced at the hands and mouth of his new Master his lover. Pleasure is too tame a word. Bliss Ecstasy Rapture none of those words even mastered the pure sensation that swirled through the boys body. Embarrassment forgotten his free hand came down to rake over Daman s thigh and then up to cup the back of his head pulling him closer urging him to drink deeper. With each pull of Daman s mouth each sweet taste of the young ones blood on his tongue Eko felt waves crashing down his body. He d never felt anything like this not once not ever. He wanted this always he wanted this every day this was something he could fast become addicted too. DAMAN was something he could fast become addicted too. Oh gods no! To love slavery? NO! It couldn t happen.



Daman wouldn t no he couldn t hurt this little bird within his arms. And as he shuddered and moaned out his release Daman found his arms curling about Eko as he held him close and drank slow sensual sips that he knew would send little lapping waves of intense and sweet pleasure coursing through his body. The bite wouldn t allow the orgasm to end it fed the pleasure and forced him to continube to writhe long after he normally would have found completion but Daman had that in mind that s what he wanted so when he finally did draw away Eko gave a soft helpless mew and collapsed helplessly against Daman s chest exhausted and spent.



Silence. Blessed silence met the next few moments and neither of them cared to break that precious peace that settled over both young and old man for those few moments. Moments when Eko was too spent and relaxed to move. But all things come to an end and after a moment he mewed moaned softly and turned his body into the warm embrace of the man holding him. The spanking is forgotten for that moment the fear and pain and anxiety and even humiliation and embarrassment for the moment is put on hold. For now there is only the warmth as Daman curled his arms around the young man held him through this newness and then ... in that gentle caressing hold Eko knew nothing more as the sweet depths of sleep slid up to draw him down into the dark abyss of nothingness.



I might be in trouble this time he thought to himself silently content to let his sweet slave doze while he watched on feeling a strange sense of longing in his heart that he hadn t felt for centuries...



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After Edward

I miss him. Of course I do. But life as they say must go on for the rest of us so I don t talk about him much and my friends don t either not after the first few terrible months. I think about him though and I m pretty sure he thinks of me. I have no proof of this of course and I don t have any religious convictions except one and that is I don t think there s a god - well if there is he isn t a loving caring one who looks after the good and innocent and punishes the guilty. The world and the state it s in and the way people behave in it is surely adequate proof of that.



But there is a part of me that thinks that surely Edward and all that he was hasn t completely disappeared. Is he just there solely in the memories of his relatives and his friends and his lover - me? I suppose you could say that his influences on others what he did and said and wrote in the world lingers on. Perhaps he changed the lives of some people certainly he did mine and so that is passed on through me or through anyone else he touched and that I and they will do the same. So no one ever completely disappears though they may be forgotten.



Can there be more?



I would have said no but . . .



Well this is what happened. Judge for yourself.



A couple of months after Edward died I got a phone call from his mother. Now I must tell you that Edward s parents seemed to have no problem with the fact that he was gay. Actually mine said they didn t either. The thing was they (that s MY parents) preferred not to be reminded of it so we didn t really talk about my life my gay life that is. On the other hand Edward s Mum and Dad were apparently always ready to hear gay anecdotes the stories whether true or exaggerated that gay people tell either against themselves or to boost their self-confidence as regards sexual conquests. Of course he didn t go into explicit details but was quite prepared to talk of the gay life its ups and downs.



Hello dear she said (I m back with the telephone call now) Leonora here. And then as I didn t immediately respond because she was the last person I expected to hear from she added Edward s mother.



Of course I said it was just that I didn t expect you. How are you?



Bearing up she said and then in a lower more caring tone and what about you Mark. How are you coping?



As always I didn t really want to talk about it because thinking about Edward always made me tearful but I had to say something. It s difficult. I keep expecting him to appear round the corner in the street you know sitting in his chair in the front room. And then when he isn t or it turns out to be someone else I feel the loss more than ever. Strangely I felt better after that little outburst. From outside the window came the sound of traffic - life getting on as normal.



Leonora said I rang because I wondered if you d like some of his things things he left here but perhaps it wouldn t be a good thing. . . Her voice trailed away. Perhaps it would remind you too much.



I ve got things that were Edward s. Heaven knows the whole flat is full of things that were his or his and mine things we d bought together. I didn t want any more. But then I thought that I hadn t got anything of his that he d had before I knew him things that were pre our life together.



What sort of things? I asked.



But Leonora suddenly became almost secretive obviously considering that the idea had been a bad one. No Mark she said. It was stupid of me. It wouldn t help at all. It was just that Jack thought we should get rid of them and I didn t like the idea of just throwing them out or taking them to the Sue Rider shop. Forget I asked.



But if anything her trying to back out of the offer made me all the more determined to have them or at least to look at them and see if there were any that I d like to have.



I ll come round I said have a look. It s ages since we saw each other anyway.



Not since the funeral was the unspoken thought that I m sure both of us had though neither of us said it.



Come to dinner she said. Make an evening of it. Jack will be pleased to see you.



We compared diaries - mine was as good as empty but hers apparently was quite crowded. Eventually we decided on a date about two weeks in the future. She rang off and I was left alone with my thoughts.



Now you mustn t think that I d been deserted by my (that is our ) friends. After the funeral (to which so many of them had come) they d come round and asked me out all the time invited me to their houses for quiet meals accompany them to clubs for more noisy entertainments theatres cinemas trips to the country holidays abroad but I d excused myself from all of them and gradually the invitations had understandably dropped off. I don t blame them. It was all my fault and this dinner with Leonora and Jack would be the first time I had gone out since Edward died.



Work and home was my life and my activities at work weren t that successful. In fact I could have lost my job except that my boss was sympathetic but even he was beginning to get impatient. There were conversations which started Come on Mark you ll have to pull yourself together soon . . . or Don t you think you should put a bit of effort into . . . etc. I couldn t cope though and didn t even try.



The fortnight passed slowly. I refused an invitation to drinks at a guy called Ross s place. He got quite edgy with me in fact. You ll have to start getting out and about he said. This hermit-like existence isn t doing any good for you at all. Then he mentioned the name. I m sure Edward wouldn t have wanted you to behave like this.



At which I lost my temper. How the fuck would YOU know what Edward would or wouldn t have wanted me to do? I blazed and slammed down the receiver. Well that was one friend I guess I wouldn t be hearing from again.



After a while I realised that I d behaved like an hysterical queen and rang him up to apologise. He wasn t in or at least he didn t answer the phone so I left a message on his answer phone hoping I sounded suitably contrite but he didn t ring back.



Leonora and Jack welcomed me with open arms. I knew we d be talking about Edward so had prepared myself for it. Even so at the first mention I felt a jolt go through me like a dose of adrenaline.



Do you want to look at Edward s things first or have some drinks and the food? Leonora asked.



I mumbled that I d take a look and they took me up to his old bedroom. I d been there before of course. In fact it was in that room that we d first made love - no to be accurate had sex because he d trolled me back from a club while his parents were on holiday in the Algarve or somewhere.



It wasn t until a good bit later that I realised I was in love with him - and he with me.



The room was smaller than I remembered it. All the pictures (copies of Cocteau ink drawings) had been taken down the walls repainted a sort of eau de nil though if the Nile is really that viscous green I d be very wary of eating anything that had been caught out of it and the bed was unmade - just a bare mattress with I noticed some rather dubious stains on it which I and the parents studiously ignored.



We re clearing it out completely said Jack and turning it into an office for me. I work from home now you know.



I didn t but I nodded anyway.



It crossed my mind that they had got over their only son s death much more than I had. In a way I felt slightly offended but then wondered if they weren t doing the right thing. Getting on with their lives.



Edward s belongings were in a large cardboard box in a corner of the room.



We ll leave you alone to sort through them said Leonora. Take what you like. Everything that s left will be got rid of.



Don t you want anything? I asked.



We ve taken everything we want said Leonora. Some photos of Edward as a kid and one of both of you at that barbecue. I remembered the one - in fact I had a copy of it myself. Edward and I were standing side by side one of his arms round my shoulder and mine round his waist. He tall blond and slim me slightly shorter and darker. We were both wreathed in smiles and looked overpoweringly happy. So happy indeed that I d shut my copy up in a drawer as I couldn t bear to look at it.



They left and I started to look through the things. There were the Cocteau prints all drawn with that characteristic economy of line and more often than not an over large penis. I remember being slightly shocked when I d first seen them and realised that presumably Edward s mother must also have seen them when she dusted the room or whatever she did. Edward had laughed. Take more than that to shock Mum he d said.



Why he hadn t brought them with him when he d moved into the flat we shared I m not sure. Perhaps it was because we had wanted to get things that we d chosen together.



Anyway I took them out in their narrow black frames and put them on the bed. Six of them there were - a reminder of that first time we d fucked. Actually come to think of it I don t think we did fuck. We d both been a little nervous and the sex was very vanilla a bit of sucking and finishing off me with my prick between his legs and his in my hand. Then we d cuddled and fallen asleep until we sort of repeated the process in the morning.



There were some clothes obviously from his mid teens because they d never have fitted him or me at any recent time. I d like to have seen him as a gawky adolescent dressed in a bomber jacket and jeans. I d have been one too and if we d met then perhaps we could have had a longer time spent together. On the other hand at that age I was terrified that I was queer and was making every effort to pretend to be straight boasting about the girls I d been out with and what I d done with them. So I d probably have never even dared to speak to Edward if I had met him in those far-off days.



There were some books kids stuff really annuals. I d never realised Edward had once been interested in football and yet there they were the Arsenal year books for 1986 1987 and 1988. Some comics the Beano and the Dandy not the sort of lurid horrors you buy in today s comics but innocent adventures of Dennis the Menace Desperate Dan and Biffo the Bear. Get a good price for those now I thought but left them.



I thought that was the lot but then noticed that there was a bit of a bump on one side of the pile of comics hoisted them up and found a bear. Obviously it had been much loved. One of its ears was loose a glass eye missing and the fur was rubbed almost bare on its stomach. It had a sad hangdog appearance as the ear drooped over and the missing eye looked as if it was winking. In my mind s eye I could see the young Edward walking around dragging it by the loose ear but refusing to be parted from it. It smelled a little musty but not unpleasantly so and I knew that was one thing I d certainly take.



I went downstairs with the bear and the Cocteau drawings. The comics are probably quite valuable I told Jack and I ll take these drawings just so you won t be embarrassed taking them to the Oxfam shop.



Oh you ve chosen Teddy said Leonora. I m so glad. Edward did so love that bear. Once when he thought he d lost it he wouldn t eat for two days. Turned up behind the radiator though we never found out how it had got there.



Have a drink said Jack.



The meal s nearly ready said Leonora.



It was a pleasant evening but when I got home again I was even more depressed. Putting up the Cocteau pictures occupied half an hour but when I saw them lined up round the spare room which was really a euphemism for Edward s room which he never used as we both slept together in the larger of the two bedrooms I suddenly didn t like them so I took them down and shut them up in a cupboard.



It was nearly midnight but I didn t feel tired. I sat Teddy on a chair facing me across the room which sometimes was called the sitting room or the lounge or (geographically) the front room. Welcome to your new home I said and looked at the bear. Teddy winked at me. Well he was winking all the time I suppose but as I glanced at that missing eye it seemed as if it had suddenly shut. His loose ear hung over and he looked sad - as sad and lonely as I felt.



At about two o clock I was ready for bed and went. I pondered whether to take Teddy with me but decided against it. Edward might have slept with it but of course he d slept with me much more recently and taking my late lover s toy bear to cuddle with sounded too tacky for words.



I couldn t sleep and I kept thinking of that ragged toy sitting alone in the front room. Of course it had been alone in the box at Leonora s and Jack s for possibly years. Eventually I went and got it (him) and placed him on the pillow next to me. I slept like a log better than I had for some time.



I dreamed of Edward not an erotic dream but a sort of mix up of the first time I met him.



So it seemed that the dream was set in the library where Edward had worked and where I had taken out a gay book - The Swimming Pool Library by Alan Hollinghurst I remember He had looked at me and smiled that smile which that first time and forever after always made my heart jump and my throat catch. In my dream though I felt as if I was choking. Something was blocking my nose and throat and I struggled to wake.



And woke up to find the bear lying across my face. There was hardly any pressure from the toy and my feelings of constriction must purely have been psychological rather than physical. My panic died and as it did so I suddenly felt amused.



What were you trying to do? I asked looking at the bear which I now placed further down the bed sitting arms and legs stretched out its ear hanging loosely. It winked in the cool dull light of dawn. The green figures of my radio alarm clicked over. It was as good as time to get up. As I did so Teddy fell off the bed and I said Sorry before picking him up and felt foolish at apologising to a stuffed bear.



In the office I sat at my desk staring at a pile of work. The telephone rang. It was Ross my friend whom I d shouted at so rudely when he d asked me out and said that Edward would have wanted it. I immediately felt embarrassed for though I d rung him back immediately afterwards I hadn t tried again. But he sounded as cheerful and chatty as always. He was an incredible guy. He always knew what was going on though where he got his information from I could never understand. He d have been a Godsend to MI5 or any intelligence organisation. Perhaps he was. I wasn t sure exactly what he did for a job. I knew what he did for entertainment chasing unsuitable bits of rough trade and very successfully apparently.



Hear you went to see Edward s parents the other day he said. I hope this means you re getting out and about again.



How did you know? I asked. I d told no one and as far as I knew Leonora and Jack didn t know him particularly well though they must have met him at the funeral.



As I suspected he didn t answer but instead embarked on a long and lurid tale about some car mechanic who d come round to attend to a defect in his car (probably self-inflicted by Ross) and had stayed for wild raunchy sex. This had included a certain amount of S/M activity and ended with Ross being well and truly impaled on his huge (according to Ross) schlong so that he d scarcely been able to walk for the remainder of the day.



I laughed and realised that it was the first time for a long time when I d done so.



Come out Mark said Ross. It ll do you so much good. Somewhere quiet a few drinks perhaps a film.



With you nothing s quiet. You d probably be having it off with the projectionist and the whole film would grind to a halt.



Projectionists aren t nearly butch enough said Ross. They re almost professional class. Ugh. He paused then repeated Do come out. Weekend.



I wasn t prepared to commit myself but I was drawn. I ll ring you I said.



Any time day or night he said. If I m in the middle of extreme coitus I ll stop it for you - even make him take it out so I can chat to you normally.



I smiled again and attacked the pile of work in front of me with something like enthusiasm. My boss nodded approvingly as he saw the pile in the out tray grow by the end of the day.



That evening though I was depressed again. I opened a bottle of wine and had a couple of glasses. Over a microwaved Tesco frozen meal - chicken pasanda with pilau rice - I stared at the bear which was sitting at the other end of the table. He stared monocularly back at me. For weeks past I d been sad at living in the empty flat now I realised that I was bored as well as sad.



Shall I go out with Ross at the weekend? I asked. I filled my glass again and drank it down. It was fairly foul stuff but it did its job of deadening feelings.



Teddy said nothing though I thought his ear drooped rather more than it had before.



I still miss Edward I said. It hurts like hell. In a way it would seem like betraying him to go out and try to enjoy myself.



If anything the ear drooped even more.



What did you think of him? I asked. I suppose he just dragged you around by that poor old ear of yours. But you meant a lot to him. I looked at the bedraggled little monster. And he meant so much to me.



Teddy fell over. I swear I didn t touch the table or anything. He just toppled over onto his nose and lay there butt in the air praying to Mecca or perhaps to Jerusalem.



Oh you re just pissed I said and finished my glass. Teddy stayed where he was well what did I think? That he d get up again?



You re obviously not interested I said but I m going to phone Ross.



As it was the middle of the evening I didn t expect Ross to be in but he was and presumably alone. At least there was no groaning and panting in the background when his clipped and slightly effete tones announced Ross here at your service. How can I accommodate you?



Mark here I said. About this weekend . . .



Instantly his voice changed to one of seemingly irrepressible good humour. I m so glad doll he said. I promise you I won t do anything outrageous. In fact my sister will be here with her friend and we can send them out if you don t want company other than mine.



I hadn t been planning on extra people and I paused glancing up across the table where Teddy was. He was sitting up watching me. I didn t remember picking him up from his prostrate position but obviously I must have done. I was about to make excuses to Ross when the expression on the bear s face seemed to change. It must have been a trick of the light but suddenly it looked quite mean almost savage. Of course the thing didn t have a moveable mouth but it was almost as if part of its lip lifted into a sort of snarl.



OK I said to Ross. That will be fine and of course you can t send your family out. I ll look forward to coming over and meeting them.



We made arrangements as to times and rang off.



I looked at Teddy and the face was back to normal. I d obviously been alone too much.



I left the bear down in the kitchen and had a bad night tossing and turning remembering how Edward and I had fitted together in that bed so that even when we didn t have sex we touched and held each other and the first thing I always saw of felt when waking was his warm and affectionate body the smile on his face when he woke that smile that ever since the first time moved me to distraction.



The following morning Teddy looked disapproving as I made coffee and burnt some toast under the grill.



OK I said I m sorry I left you here. We can sleep together tonight. I almost blushed as I heard myself saying that. Thank goodness there was no one to overhear my foolish fancies but strangely enough having made that promise I felt better and I even took time to scramble some eggs to hide the burnt bits on the toast.

I ll be back about six I called back from the open door just as one of the tenants from upstairs was coming down the communal staircase. She didn t say anything but gave me a glance as if to show that she thought I d got someone indoors. My blush must have made me look guilty and I wondered whether she was thinking so soon after his friend s death and now he s got someone else .



I pondered on that as I took the Underground to the West End where I worked. Of course there was no one in the flat and no one likely to be but would it have been soon if I had wanted to bring someone back? It had been months since Edward had died. How long exactly? I worked it out. Seven and a half months give or take a few days. Of course some people mourned for years. Look at Queen Victoria. Her Prince Albert died in 1861 and she never really came out of mourning until she died in 1901 that was forty years though of course there had been the relationship with John Brown whatever that consisted of.



The train was full and I was strap-hanging surrounded by morning commuters who were forced into intimate contact. Some tried to ignore the intimacy others perhaps enjoyed the contact. I was suddenly aware that someone standing with his back to me was pressing his backside into my groin. I tried to move away but the crush was too much. I couldn t see the guy full face but from the back and side he was young and not unattractive. It was obvious that he was pushing intentionally. Though the train moved his body movement was much too pointed to be unintentional. I started to get an erection. It was months of course since I d had any sexual release or even wanted one. Now my body was reacting and the guy could obviously feel my hardness for he pushed even more and moved his buttocks against my cock. He turned his head and smiled. His hand snaked back and grasped me between my legs and I felt a sexual shock of pleasure something which I hadn t felt for ages.



I shouldn t be doing this I thought Edward wouldn t like it and then I realised how stupid that was. Edward probably would have liked it. He d have come home and told me what had happened and we d have laughed about it together. But of course nothing was going to happen here and the train drew into Green Park station people started to push to get out and it was my station anyway. I gave my friend a smile and he patted my cock before we parted forever.



I emerged into the sunlight. On the other side of the railings the grass looked green and lush. Parks are the lungs of London and this one was at the moment anyway overcoming the petrol and diesel fumes from the street. It was almost like being in the country. Some pigeons strutted on the grass and a blackbird sang in the branches of a tree. I suddenly felt the urge to walk in but of course I didn t.



My boss said Glad to see you re getting on top of the work Mark. I m looking for someone to visit our Dover branch next month just to check on things. If you feel up to it perhaps you d like to go.



I made enthusiastic noises feeling that I d been letting him down over the past months and that anyway Dover not a very exciting town but at least by the sea would be a change and perhaps a welcome one. I did quite a bit of work that day.



That night true to my promise I took Teddy to the bedroom and sat him at the foot of the bed. I d told him about the guy on the train and also about Dover and it seemed to me he d looked approving. I slept beautifully.



Saturday evening I went round to Ross s flat. His sister was an almost exact replica of him slim with dark short hair and deep blue eyes. Only his slightly squarer jaw line and obviously the masculine shape of his body made the difference. Polly and I are twins said Ross. I hadn t known anything about Ross s family our conversation over the years I d known him had usually been concerned with his conquests of which there were legion and snippets of gossip and information of which there were even more.



Another surprise was his sister s friend . Although Ross hadn t specified the gender I d assumed that the friend was a she. In fact it was a him and the most beautiful him I d seen for many a long day. He was a slim young man with glossy black hair the sort that looks good even when you ve just got out of bed in the morning after an athletic night s uninhibited sex. Even across the room I could see that his eyes were blue-grey those sort of very light come-to-bed eyes which I find very attractive. And he was gay. That was made clear right from the start when Ross introduced us and he came straight across and kissed me - on the cheeks certainly but it was more than a casual continental muah kind of kiss. It wasn t a come-on. just a generous greeting from one gay guy to another.



His name was Leander. And the three syllables tripped off the tongue contrasting strangely with my monosyllabic Mark.



After providing us with generous drinks Ross and Polly brother and sister disappeared into the kitchen to prepare the food leaving Leander and me alone. It was an obvious move and I felt slightly embarrassed but he was a pleasant guy - as well as being ravishingly good looking - so that we soon found ourselves chatting companionably together as if we d been friends for years. He told me about his job - he actually worked for the Forestry Commission and knew a fascinating amount about our native trees and the animals and plants that grew amongst them. We talked about Polly and Ross - I wondered whether looking after trees was a sufficiently butch occupation for Ross to be interested in but didn t quite dare ask that. Leander and Polly though had known each other since school days and had remained friends ever since - platonic he mentioned casually so I didn t need to ask. The only thing we didn t mention was Edward and I suspected that Leander and Polly had been well-briefed about that by Ross before my arrival.



We talked of our interests his were vaguely outdoor - he skiied every Easter in the Austrian Tyrol mine more bookish books and films and we occasionally coincided when he and I both admitted to liking American musicals.



The return of Polly and Ross bearing viands and more alcoholic beverages after what seemed a very short time interrupted our conversation and I caught Ross raising Leander a quizzical eyebrow to be answered by an ambiguous smile. No doubt they d be tete-a-tete ing after I left.



But whether it was a plan to get me back into the romance arena or not I enjoyed myself immensely. We had planned to go to a film but by the time we d finished the meal which took a long while because it was accompanied by the most salacious anecdotes of Ross s adventures which were if not sometimes a bit chilling - he took enormous risks - usually wildly funny it was much too late.



I must go home I said when I realised it was well after midnight. I haven t been out this late for months. It wasn t mentioned that I hadn t actually been out at all for months.



We must do this again said Ross.



And next time make the film said Polly.



We must indeed said Leander.



I kissed them all good-bye when the minicab arrived to take me home this time though Leander aimed for my lips.



Half-asleep I told Teddy about the evening. It was obviously my imagination but I thought he looked disgruntled when I had come into the bedroom alone. Though I d been sleeping well for the past nights I woke up suddenly. My radio alarm showed it was 3.23. Sleepily I reached out to the other side of the bed feeling for a warm body. Edward I said but the face I conjured up wasn t blond the hair was lustrous black and the eyes pale blue.



I was horrified that I could have been sexually aroused by a stranger on a train that someone I had met only the evening before could have supplanted the love of my life in my mind s eye.



Was I losing my memories of Edward? Obviously not because I could remember the things we had done together the big things like the holiday we spent in Florence and the small things like staying in in the evening me reading while he watched the TV.



The shape of Teddy at the bottom of the bed was silhouetted against the window lit by the street lamps from outside. I won t see Ross again I promised to the bear though when I said Ross I think I meant Leander .



I didn t think I d be able to sleep but almost immediately I dropped off. I dreamed of the time Edward and I had gone to Epping Forest that patch of woodland just outside London. It had been a beautiful day. We had wandered along the paths through the trees and eventually struck off into a thicker patch. There amongst the oaks and ash and beeches far away from everyone else we had made love on a grassy bank sprinkled with white wood anemones. This time though something was wrong. I reached out for Edward wanting to hold him close but he held up his hands. No he said. No!



The rejection made me feel almost sick something rose in my throat and I was choking. I awoke threshing around. Like the previous time Teddy was lying across my face. There was no pressure but as I pushed him away I couldn t understand how he d got from the bottom of the bed to the top. Perhaps I d kicked out in my dream and moved him - but a distance of five feet? And towards me? Impossible - yet how else could it have happened?



At breakfast the following morning Teddy looked distinctly cross. There were some frown lines on his forehead that I hadn t noticed before. What s the matter with you? I asked but he just glowered at me his one remaining eye looking almost balefully accusing.



I m going to Dover at the end of the week I said. If you cheer up I ll take you with me. That didn t seem to make any difference and I left for work without saying anything else.



In the Underground I looked out for the young guy whom I had met the previous week though whether it was to avoid him or to carry on from where we had left off I didn t want to ask myself. In any event of course I didn t see him.



I went into conference with my boss about what I needed to do at the Dover office - basically make sure that everything was running smoothly - the annual inspection he called it. The annual snoop they would probably think of it as.



There s a guy called Jim Daniels who will look after you said my boss. See you re all right. Show you around if you know what I mean.



I knew Jim Daniels from e-mails and conversations over the phone though I d never met him. His voice sounded sibilant and I thought he was probably gay. Was everyone trying to get me into bed with someone else?



So there I was in Dover on the Friday evening walking along the Marine Parade the sea on my right waves slowly rolling in and breaking tall Victorian houses mostly turned into hotels on my left ahead the road rising to the tops of the white cliffs and Dover Castle.



It had been a long day. Jim Daniels his gayness confirmed though not predatory - he had a long-established live in lover to whom I had been introduced - hadn t been the slightest bit upset at my probing into what was in fact HIS part of the business. What I had seen had been perfectly kosher. He was doing a good job and my report to the boss would be after I finished the job on Monday very creditable. Probably result in a rise for Jim.



He d been a good companion too taking me to lunch - with the boyfriend - at a very good vegetarian restaurant and offering to show me around in the evening. But I thought I d explore on my own in spite of Jim s protestations. In the end he d agreed given me a list of gay places obviously with a wink assuming that I wanted to do a bit of trawling on my own and wished me good luck.



I left Teddy in my hotel room which was like all hotel rooms comfortable enough but obviously a commercially decorated and furnished room with bathroom en suite. The evening was fine the air to my town-accustomed nostrils fresh and ozone tinted. Ozone of course is a gas given off by an electric discharge and has nothing to do with the seaside but the smell of the sea and probably rotting seaweed gives a deceptive imitation of the aroma. Gulls screamed and floated overhead in the air currents.



OK. I was lonely. I was away from home where I d been for months alone certainly but there surrounded by familiar objects so that I had been sad but not with this completely alone feeling. I wondered why I had refused Jim s offer which now seemed stupid but the thought of gay bars or clubs heaving with liveliness and mankind on the desperate hunt for a dream was equally repellent.



So I wandered along the street which was full it being still early evening of people on their various missions looking for a good time on their way to meet friends loved ones or perhaps equally lonely as I was.



My mobile phone rang. I had switched it on during the day in case my boss had wanted a private word with me rather than using the public telephone in the office and had forgotten to switch it off. Ross s number showed on the screen. For a moment I thought of switching it off without answering but after all he was fifty miles away and I felt the need to talk to someone.



Hi Ross I said sorry I haven t been in touch. Been busy.



But it wasn t Ross s slightly nasal twang that answered. Instead a voice I remembered and which gave me a jolt of alarm (was it?) or pleasure. Mark Leander here. Thought you might like to meet up again.



Suddenly I realised that that was exactly what I would like to do wanted to do. I m really sorry I said regretfully. I m not in town at the moment. I m in Dover. It s a bugger. I could do with some company. What was I saying? But I knew I was safe with all that distance between us.



And then of course I wasn t.



Dover he said. But that s just down the M20. I know it quite well. I could be with you in under an hour. Where are you staying?



I couldn t protest. Perhaps I didn t want to. The Kensington I said. It s in Townwall Street.



I know it said Leander. I ll meet you in the bar. Seven thirty at the latest.



And here I am. Waiting. Feeling slightly scared. I ve changed into a blue shirt and tight white trousers. I know they re a bit old-fashioned but they show me off to my best advantage I think. I told Teddy about Leander coming all the way from London and the frown lines have gone. Honest. And it almost looks as if the corners of his mouth have turned up a bit. Smiling? Course not but that s what it looks like. I don t know what Leander and I will do whether we ll go out and have a meal or go to a club or - possibly I ll ask him up to my room. I think that s what Edward hopes - I mean Teddy. What a stupid mistake to make.



I m really feeling quite nervous and shy which is idiotic. It s not as if I m a teenager on my first date. I m experienced know my way around. I won t stammer and stutter when I see him look gauche and terrified. I ll manage things with suave sophistication look him straight in the eye - and melt!



Oh God. Here he is just come in through the door. He s smiling. He s beautiful.

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Cardamom

I close my eyes and inhale.



Count to ten.



Sounds and smells invade the world behind closed lids polite and subtle not like the constant blaring insistence of sight.



The crisp metallic hum of the computer on the desk in front of me. Nearby the steady seductive rasp of pages turning--patient smooth the rate of a browser not a page faster or slower like a skimmer or a reader. I hear the nervous rap-tap-tap of a pencil and open my eyes annoyed. After a stupid second I realize it s my own pencil. I stop.



The clock on my desk reads six o clock in scripty brown hands on a faux-antique face. Around the room my eyes glare at a scattering of abandoned books strewn over tables. And one man. He stands by the nearest bookcase dressed messily in ragged jeans and a leather jacket with questionable stains. I do not approve. />


I clear my throat to get his attention. He puts a finger in the book to keep his place--(I grimace at the thought of grubby fingers leaving smudges)--and looks up. I inform him that the library is about to close.



He smirks and shakes his head. No.



I repeat myself.



As he sets the book down on a table--open face down that s horrible for the spine--he s looking at me with an incorrigible smirk. I m looking back at him with the serious glare I reserve for noisy juvenile delinquents. He beckons at me and steps over to the door pointing outside.



Annoyed I navigate around the counter and over to the door.



The outside world is gone. A blizzard rages flinging frozen pellets of snow at the glass doors. I stare and realize the worst. It d be suicide to have to wait until it blows over. I turn to tell him so but I only see him for a second arms folded smugly watching me



That s when the lights go out.



I jump and--much to my dismay--shriek. I m terrified of the dark. I can barely see his outline from the faint moonlight filtered through the clouds and reflected off the snow.



He puts his hand on my shoulder and asks if I m okay. I tell him to keep his hands off.



I relish silence and the library has never been quieter. I close my eyes to fend off the lurking shadows and focus on the silence. Freed of the monotonous buzz of machinery the only sound is the twin hush of our breathing. I try to wish it away.



He introduces himself.



I don t answer in the hopes he ll just go away.



He asks if he can call me sugarbutt.



I tell him my name.



He makes a few feeble--and resolutely ignored--attempts at small talk following me as I grope my way over to the table to sit down. When I trip over a chair and fall to the floor in a tangle of limbs he laughs.



I tell him to be quiet we re in a library.



He asks if I ve ever done it in a library as he helps me to my feet.



I will always wish I d had the sense not to ask.



Done what?



His lips crush mine as he shoves me up against the bookcase his hands fisted in my shirt. I can feel the material cutting into me at the seams. He s holding it so tight I think it s going to rip.



His tongue barges into my mouth as the seam at my shoulder starts to tear. He tastes like cardamom and cloves and I wonder what he ate that tastes like cardamom and cloves. Under that a messy stale tang that is sickening at first but it subsides into a tingling neutral when his saliva mixes with mine. I can feel my taste buds buzzing and I wonder if kisses are supposed to do that.



I ve lost track of time when he releases my mouth though not his hold on his shirt. My tongue runs out over my chapped lips picking up a drop of blood where my lip split under his abuse. I recognize what it was that tasted of cardamom. His chapstick. There s a waxy residue around my mouth. I reach up wiping it away with the back of my hand.



I can t see him in the darkness but I can hear him feel him breath hot against my battered lips the chafe of cloth as he releases my shirt.



I ve always liked the smell of cardamom.



His body pulls away from mine but I don t move. The shelf is digging into my back travel books from India and Norway wedged painfully under my shoulder blades. I hear the sound when his knees hit the floor the complaint of metal as he unzips my pants. It s getting cold in here because the heat s stopped so I gasp aloud when my pants fall baring my ass and legs to the cool air that hangs around us. His fingers work into my briefs and they join the slacks around my ankles leaving me mercilessly exposed when he decides to take my limp penis into his mouth and run his tongue over it like a popsicle at a Fourth-of-July parade.



I don t make a sound speechless at this obscene act gallingly aware of the way my member twitches and grows engorged under his attentions.



He gives no warning when he turns me around. I trip on my tangled clothing and almost fall hitting my nose on the shelf. He parts my buttocks with his thumbs and I feel my heart stutter when he presses his nose into the crease.



I never knew such an act existed but I don t doubt that he s done it before. His hands keep a firm hold on my hips leaving a pattern of bruises at his fingertips mouth making wet sounds that make me nauseous. I can taste blood dripping into my mouth from where the blood vessels broke when I hit my nose. It tastes salty cloying in my mouth.



I m almost grateful when he stands even though I know better to hope he s done with me. He must smell the blood because he reaches around smearing it across my face and using the blood-slicked fingers to mingle with his spit pushing slimy fingers into me with brisk impatient motions.



He grunts as he steps forward guiding his bare erection into my sphincter forcing his way sternly inside until my body accepts him his hips melding with mine the curve of my buttock tucked into his groin.



At least I think he doesn t talk when he does this even if his breath is studded with low grunts. His hand reaches around forming a fist around my penis stroking me gruffly in time with his thrusts and I cry out in shame and arousal as my orgasm takes me indifferent to my pain and discomfort. I can feel the hot sticky slime of his ejaculate inside me when he pulls out.



I don t know how much later it is when I open my eyes peeling myself away from the sweat-sticky bookcase and gathering up my pants zipping them up around my ravaged loins. The lights are back halogen glowing steady and stale above my head and I hear the glass door click shut on the other side of the shelves.



He s gone.

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Chain Gangbanged Ch. 02

After Bobby Joe had fucked me up against a tree he and Maurice went over to a picnic table then and I just watched as Maurice rolled another condom on Bobby Joe s rising cock and they slowly aroused each other to the point where Bobby Joe laid Maurice on his back on the picnic table and held his legs up and out from his body as he pumped away inside the guard’s ass.



Maurice laid there on the picnic table his arms stretched out and his eyes hooded swimming in Bobby Joe s semen and holding my own eyes by the intensity of his gaze his desire palpable. His thick cock bounced around on his flat belly maintaining its erection.



When they were done Maurice handed Bobby Joe a third condom and this time Bobby Joe rolled it on Maurice s thick cock. Maurice waltzed back to me and before I had a chance to even figure out what was happening he lifted my legs off the ground and crouched under me and plunged that big thick sausage of a cock up into me. My ass walls complained at the new challenge to their capacities but Maurice was quicker at jacking off than Bobby Joe had been and couldn t go nearly as deep. By this time though I was too worn out and defeated to struggle.



Bobby Joe and Maurice dressed and I was freed and we returned to the van and the inmate crew which had worked its way several hundred yards up the road by now. I quickly and silently dressed and just laid there on the ground as the others finished up what they were doing.



Only Bobby Joe and Maurice could keep their eyes on me while the van jostled us back to the jail searing pain jabbing my ass with every jolt in the road. There was no question though that the other inmates and guards knew what had happened to me. I still had three weeks to go on my sentence however so everyone including me knew that I was going to keep quiet about this.



The next day was a rest day and I managed to stay in my cell and to rest my body as well as to try to avoid Bobby Joe and the rest of the inmates. The following day I went out on work detail with an entirely different set of men and I began to build hope that my sexual abusing had been a one-time event and that I d manage to serve the rest of my time without incident.



But late that night my hopes were dashed. I was sleeping in the lower bunk of my cell. That morning the other inmate they d had in my cell disappeared and he wasn t replaced. At the time I d thought that was a stroke of luck. I was skittish now about being locked up with anyone else. But of course luck had had nothing to do with me now being alone in my cell. Deep in the night I was rudely awakened by two figures grabbing my wrists and spinning me around in my bed and handcuffing my hands to the middle of the inner side of the rails of the bunk above me.



Bobby Joe and Maurice were in the cell with me and Maurice stood beside the closed door as Bobby Joe tore off my clothes and roughly lifted my legs out and above me with my feet wedged in the springs of the upper bunk. He lifted my hips and plunged his dick inside me and pumped me for several minutes swinging my body back and forth on his pulsing skewer. Then he stood and Maurice was inside me forcing that thick cock in where Bobby Joe had just been. Bobby Joe moved in behind Maurice and fucked him while Maurice was fucking me. After they were done Bobby Joe kissed me on the mouth and offered to protect me if I d be his bitch for the rest of the time I was there. I refused saying I wouldn t willingly submit to anyone. And Bobby Joe just laughed and said to let him know when I d changed my mind while Maurice uncuffed me and let me collapse on my bed.



Two nights after that I woke as the door to my cell opened. A hulking blond guy loomed in the doorway for a second and then came barreling into the room as the door clanged shut. I rose off my bed groggily stumbling into him as he reached me. I threw a punch that went wild while he connected with my chin with one fist followed by a blow to my midsection. I reeled around and he got me with a upper cut to the eye.



I dropped to the floor of the cell on my belly like a rock and me was sitting on my back pulling my shorts down. His arms went around my armpits and neck in a full nelson and I screamed in pain and surprise as his engorged dick found my asshole and pushed into me. He pumped me there relentlessly and I tried my best to relax and accommodate him. He pulled me up to my knees and got up on his feet crouching behind me and pushed deeper into me.



He was barebacking me and I had the fleeting thought that I hoped he was clean as I felt the new sensation of unsheathed cock inside me. He must have been uncut because his skin seemed loose and I m ashamed to say that my ass walls were intrigued by this loose friction. He spun me around and pushed me on my back and I tried to rise again. He backhanded me across the face and wishboned my legs and pushed in to the hilt of his dick again. His mouth and teeth went to my nipples and I grabbed his shoulders and tried to push him off me but he was too strong for me and the beating he had given me had weakened me. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and he grunted and caught me in the chin again with his fist.



I must have blacked out then because when I woke he was under me the full length of my body running along his his strong arms wrapped around my chest and his cock still buried in me from the rear. We were hit with a square of light as the door opened and another man entered. He was tall and thin and was pulling off his clothes as the door shut. His cock was thin but it was unusually long and it was pointed out from his body hard and ready to go.



He gave me a big grin as he dropped to his knees pushing my legs out so that his legs were between mine and those of the blond below me. He then lifted and wishboned my legs and as I watch in horror as he moved up toward us his long thin cock pushing into me and along the blond s cock that was inside me. I was being double fucked. The blond underneath me came to life in pleasure as he felt the cock sliding in alongside his and the two of them began to play me like a calliope. The door opened again and Bobby Joe and Maurice entered closed it behind them and watched as I was being double boned.



I passed out again.



The following night one of the guards took a turn. He pulled me out of my sleep stripped me down and handcuffed me to the bars of the window facing them. He pushed a gag into my mouth which filled my mouth with a hard rubber plug. He stripped down to where he was wearing only a studded leather harness a studded leather cock sheath and shiny black boots. He was completely hairless all bullet head muscle and bulging cock and balls. He had a leather riding crop at the end of a billy club and he used both ends on me first flicking the leather whip across my shoulders on my back and legs and against my butt cheeks.



And then when those were red and slightly welted he invaded my ass with the billy end of the club. The club was replaced with his studded cock which caused my ass passage walls to scream with dueling pain and pleasure as they rubbed back and forth with his relentless pumping. The studs on his chest harness dragged back and forth on the welts on my back heightening both my pain and the sensations inside me. He sank his teeth into my shoulders neck and back as he fucked me and he pinched my nipples and raked my chest and belly with sharp fingernails.



When he was finished spurting semen deep inside me in several thrusting fountains he ripped off my gag and released my hands and I just sank to the floor of the cell in sobs of pain as we slipped outside the door. I looked around as he left to see that once again Bobby Joe and Maurice had observed my ordeal.



For two days after that I received no visitors. But I also was left alone in my cell with my meals deliver in a slot at the bottom of the door.



Then on the next night the door opened and the biggest and fattest of the guards was standing in the opening. I shrank back into the corner of my bed. The guard moved aside and Bobby Joe entered the room. The door clanged shut behind him. He came over and sat down on the bed beside me.



We just sat there for several moments staring at each other. And then he spoke. There s no need for you to have to go through all this you know. All you have to do is to say that you ll be my bitch and the others will leave you alone.



I just sat there rocking back and forth not knowing what to say.



I m here to fuck you either way Bobby Joe said with a slow smile. I can do it brutally or we can become lovers for the rest of the time you re here and I can make the others leave you alone. Even Maurice.



I mulled that one over my arms embracing my chest tightly.



Ten inches. I m going to give you ten inches again. You came to like it last time. I could tell. It can be even better than that or you can keep fighting me and be visited by friends of mine every night. Which is it to be?



I let my arms fall beside me in defeat but I didn t look up.



Here give us a kiss he said gently and he lifted my chin with his hand.



He brought his mouth to mine and gave me a kiss. I didn t respond.



You can do better than that he said. I know you can. Should I call Chad in? You know the one who used you as a punching bag before double fucking you.



This time when he approached me I opened my mouth to him in resignation and we entered into a long tonguing kiss.



There. That s better he said. Here stand up.



I rose from the bed and he undressed me and then guided me in undressing him and we stood there belly to belly his hands exploring my body and at his urging my hands exploring him as well. His cock was already fully engorged and mine was coming to life as well. His mouth went down to my nipples and I arched my back away from him while he played there with his lips and teeth. He pulled me back up so that we were chest to chest. He wasn t sweaty now and his curly chest hair tingled on my smooth skin. His hands went to my butt cheeks and then a finger of each of his hands entered my asshole and opened me.



We rocked back and forth in a close embrace me panting as he fingered deeper into me. I melted to him as he found my prostate and brought my cock to life. I was sighing and groaning as he laid me on the bed and then stretched his body along mine head to toe.



Follow my lead he said. Do what I m doing. Then he took my cock in his mouth and sucked me off. I did the same to him. But I came after several minutes and he was able to hold off. He turned me on my back with him above me still head to toe and he then reached down and brought a condom packet and a tube of lube from his pants pocket. He went up on his knees above me. His dong was brushing against my face.



Here he said as he handed me the condom. Sheath me with this and then find something else other than my cock to play with while I m busy down here.



I got the packet open and was rolling the condom on his cock while he rotated my hips until he could get his lips on my asshole which he gave considerable attention to with a wet long tongue. Meanwhile I sucked on his heavy balls. I lurched as the cold lubricant was spread around on my asshole but it quickly warmed as he worked it into me with his fingers.



Then he turned me back around so that my back was nuzzled into his front along the bed. I felt his cock running up the small of my back and felt a guilty pleasure at the thought of all that length inside me. I was laying on my right side and he lifted my left leg above us and slowly but relentless side split me with that battering ram of his and ran his cock up inside me reaching for the very core of me.



I didn t fight him but matched my rhythm to his and the pleasure of this fuck far overshadowed the pain. He turned my head and we kissed this time with a far more enthusiastic response from me than I had managed before. He ran his fingers on the hand of the arm that was wrapped around me around a nipple and slowly pumped me off to a second ejaculation with his other hand encasing my cock.



Ah that s my sweet little bitch he murmured in my ear after we had ended our kiss. How much longer are you going to be in here?



Two weeks I whispered back.



Sweet he said. By the time you leave here you are going to be begging for this cock.



I didn t believe him yet that night. But by the time my sentence was up he proved to be right. I was hooked.