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Birthday Presents

Daniel stretched out his legs in the chase lounge on the back porch of the suburban Dallas house. He sipped slowly from the Miller beer bottle in his left hand. The high speed fan blades hummed blowing an artificial wind through the porch that helped counteract the Texas heat.



Water is better I said holding my tall glass of the cold liquid.



I m celebrating he replied.



Just turned 21 the five ten muscular young man was having attention lavished upon him that day by family members and me.



Several other people mingled at the house. Some were family. Others were friends.



Daniel s older brother Ron age 24 had just come from his own apartment with his girlfriend Cheryl. The two sat in plastic chairs next to each other.



Ron bore a resemblance to his father in height and facial features including eye color.



Daniel bore resemblance to his mom. Blue eyes an upper lip that angled sharply down to the corners and yellow blond hair to the base of his ears cut a handsome figure.



Hey Ron he said to his brother. What s happening?



I sold the bike.



How much did you get for it?



$1400 he said.



The bike A Kawasaki Vulcan 750 had been around for a couple of years. Ron had driven it to his job and enjoyed pleasure cruising.



What made you sell it?



I needed the money to fix the truck.



The alternator had gone in the pickup truck. The price of a new one would have seriously dented Ron s finances. He would not have sold the Kawasaki except in emergency.



Ron and I have a birthday gift for you said the tall lean red haired girl. She handed Dan a flat box wrapped in green paper.



Thanks he said.



Ron and his girlfriend knew Daniel s taste as well as anyone could know it. The younger brother liked a jersey with a number and player s name on the back.



Daniel tore open the wrap while Ron Cheryl and I watched. I anticipated his reaction.



He held the two tone blue Dallas Mavericks replica basketball jersey against his body. An ardent fan of the game who played constantly by the driveway his reaction was expected.



This is great!



Daniel and I had been lovers for the past year. During that time there had always been tension caused by the fear of being discovered opposed by the desire to show affection for each other. Both of us went to pains to hide our feelings to never look directly at one another when others were there.



Earlier that morning I had kissed him lightly on his lips then withdrew quickly. A slap on my buttocks after I drew back excited me. No one was there to witness that display of affection.



It was time to talk time to voice our concerns.



I want to come out all the way out.



Me too I replied but a little at a time.



Steve are you out to anyone?



No I replied I should start with my brother Todd. If anyone can understand it would be him.



There was year between my brother and I. Sure we had our sibling rivalry but that had ended with maturity. In short we were close. He had a habit of teasing me about my friendships. He once referred to Dan as my partner in the homosexual sense of the word even though I had never admitted to having sex.



Todd a sociable type walked into the porch while Ron Daniel Cheryl and I were there. He was an instant hit with Ron and Cheryl.



Todd and Ron engaged in a long chat about motorcycles. A great fan of the Harley Davidson since his senior year high school my brother still enjoyed riding it. He would take great care to maintain his bike in new condition. Specs interested both of them.



Daniel and I shared a common interest in basketball. The hoop at the end of the driveway had been much used. He had been wearing the Dallas Mavericks jersey since opening it moments earlier.



In conservative Texas one didn t admit to being homosexual. The prevailing attitudes that homosexuality is an abomination and that gays were all fairies combined to worsen our problem. It didn t help either that we both grew up in families on the religious right.



Still I wanted to come out. He also wanted that. The only issue open to discussion was the extent.



Daniel s birthday party had broken up leaving the two of us the opportunity to talk in private. We walked way out to the back yard and sat under a shade tree.



The shit would hit the fan I said.



Then things will calm down after a while he replied.



Good point I replied but I can barely work up the courage to tell Todd never mind the whole world.



I could not help but wonder where my boyfriend found his courage to come out. He didn t seem to worry about the humor at his expense or the labels on him.



I m just tired of having to be so careful.



Me too I said.



We tell everyone all at once then we don t worry about being caught kissing.



There s another worm can. I d worry about being beaten to death.



Steven you re so negative!



I don t think I d like being called a fairy or a queer boy.



Let them talk he said.



I had never been afraid of a one on one fight. My gut told me that a fight with a gay basher would never be one on one. Muscle would not be enough to save me.



Despite my fear of bigots I had shed my inhibitions to sex with Daniel. As the sky darkened bringing to a close the day of his 21st birthday I pulled his body close to mine. Our lips pressed together.



He withdrew the kiss only to put it on my neck. A second kiss followed then a third. Our mouths came together again this time opening and letting tongue lick tongue.



Passions burned as we walked back to the house holding hands. I m going to fuck you good sweetheart!



I know I said. A wide grin came to my lips.



The Apple computer in Daniel s bedroom a model with wireless internet bookmarked his favorite sights. PIctures of naked male models having sex in various positions came up quickly. Daniel and I watched while he opened one after another.



The videos and still pictures had put us in the mood quickly. My boyfriend eased me onto my back on the bed. He pulled off my pants and my briefs. I lay with my legs pulled back over my upper body taking Daniel s sex deep inside me. He pumped me slowly.

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Friends til the End Ch. 02

Hey everyone! Thanks for the great feedback. I hope you enjoy part two of my budding romance! As always comments are greatly appreciated.



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CH. 2



Finals came and went. Okay not really they came consumed our lives and ruined relationships and then went. Either way it was all worth it now that school was done with…forever. Okay once again not forever but for a few short months until Kyle and I go off to UCLA. We made it! It turns out Zihlman didn t give any crap to Kyle for his paper so in essence I didn t really need to help him with it a few weeks ago and the whole embarrassing incident could ve been avoided. Although bitching about it now doesn t really do much the damage has been done. The funny thing is that Kyle doesn t seem fazed at all. He stills jokes with me about being gay (that fucking bitch Missy) but what teenage boys don t joke about each others sexual orientation? Honest to God at Thurgood Hey fag was the new What s up? Anyway he never brought up the incident again and he certainly doesn t treat me any differently. It s like it never happened. Me on the other hand I m completely baffled. I don t know what this means. Am I gay? I don t think I am… I find women attractive yet am unable to have sex with them. I chalk it up to just being so emotionally connected to the guy I mean he s been my best friend for 15 years and I had just ended my relationship with Missy (or so it seems) so I figured my mind was just on sensory overload and reacted like any healthy male teenager would ve reacted if someone was rubbing against his package. Right? Right.



I didn t want to sit around the house for the few months I had off and wallow in my sexual confusion so I decided to get a job at Palms the local recreational center working as a Tennis Instructor s Assistant . This title in itself was odd I mean why does a tennis instructor need an assistant? Regardless the pay was great (for someone just out of high school) and I d be surrounded by excellent sports facilities that I had full access to.



Is there a racquetball court there?



Yes.



A swimming pool?



Duh.



A sauna?



Yes damn it. They have everything there.



Okay okay. Keep your dick in your pants…please.



Fuck you asshole.



Once again Kyle s ribbing had gotten the best of me. I had just finished my training and was in a lousy mood. This walk home was gonna be a long one if it continued this way.



So I mean why the hell did you take a Tennis Instructor s Assistant job? When was the last time you actually played tennis? Freshman year?



Hey! I was pretty good at tennis. Obviously if there had been a wrestling-related job I would ve gone for it. I guess they needed someone quickly and since I have a lot of experience in sports they figured I was their best bet. Besides it s $13.50 an hour and I get to ogle the goodies on all the tennis chicks.



Shit you know I ll be visiting you twenty-four seven.



I don t think Jenna would like that very much.



He shot me a nervous glance.



I m just fucking with you! He nervously chuckled. Don t tell Jenna I said that.



I couldn t hold back the snort of laughter that came out.



I m not kidding man! She s become so damn possessive of me ever since she found out I wasn t going to USC. She won t let me go anywhere without her and she makes me call every hour on the hour. Hell she damn near ripped my head off when I told her I was gonna meet you at Palms and find out how your interview went. She swore I was meeting my whore on the side .



Pfft. And you said I was whipped when I was with Missy.



I shuddered at the sound of her name.



After about 10 minutes of brisk walking we arrived at Buster s the local pizza and beer joint. The fact that we were only 19 didn t stop us from enjoying alcoholic beverages. Since Kyle had been a part time employee there since he was 14 we pretty much had full access to the bar and Kyle s rapport with Vince the manager gave us plenty of benefits.



We sat down at our usual corner table with its gaudy plaid tablecloth and worn-out red leather booth seats.



Kenny we ll take the usual! Kyle screamed across the way. So what s up with you and her? Is it really over?



Missy? Uh…YEAH. She s a damn psycho. And a nympho. I can t keep up.



I heard she s been asking about you. You know what you re up to and if you re working.



I hadn t spoken with her since that fateful day in the bathroom. I didn t even give her the obligatory hug at our graduation. It s not that I hated her I mean you couldn t really hate someone who looked like she does but rather I felt that our relationship had ran its course and it was simply someone else s turn.



Who cares? The only thing I miss is my Letterman jacket I left in her room. That thing cost me a mint.



Here you go guys. Two Buds and a cheese pizza.



A young handsome guy had come over and placed down the deliciously greasy pizza.



Thanks man replied Kyle. I haven t seen you around here? You new?



Yeah actually. My family just moved from Yuma and my dad s a good friend of Vince s so he hooked me up with a job as a menial pizza-serving waiter. The name s Corey.



Good to meet you we both rang in unison.



My name s Kyle and this is Adam.



I nodded in acknowledgement.



I myself am a menial waiter here Kyle added.



Oh sorry man. I didn t mean to offend—



—Ha! You didn t offend me man I know how it is. I ve been working here since I was 14.



At this point their conversation was drowned out. I saw lips moving but heard no words I was too busy drinking in Corey. He too was rather tall. I would say 6 2 . His short spiky jet-black hair seemed groomed to perfection. His eyebrows were handsomely thick and perfectly complemented his icy-blue eyes. His square jaw was hypnotizing so defined and cut like it was carved out of a slab of marble. And those lips so full and thick perfectly paired with a mouthful of perfect teeth that he was constantly flashing and his face was only the beginning. That prominent Adam s apple tight pecs what was sure to be washboard abs beneath his thin cotton t-shirt damn-near perfects calves and a fairly large bulge in his khaki board shorts—Wait. What?? What the hell is wrong with me?? What am I doing? Shit. I m staring at the guy like he s some hot chick. Maybe I should ve taken the number of that therapist my mom wanted me to see.



So what do you think Ad?



The question brought me back from my eye-raping session with Corey.



Huh?



Shit man are you thinking about Eldridge s tits again?



This too was a long-running joke that we had going. Mrs. Eldridge –being our 56 year old Government teacher—had tits that she could damn near trip over.



You re sick asshole.



What I was saying was if you d be able to get Corey into that fancy tennis class of yours.



Uh well I don t know. I haven t even met the instructor yet and I think it would be kinda presumptuous to bring someone in and insist that they be enrolled. I mean I ll try and bring it up after I get to know the guy.



Aw come on I m sure if you just you know do him a favor he ll let Corey in aces.



I felt the blood rushing to my face and go all the way to the tips of my ears. I was damn near about to slam his face into the greasy untouched pizza on the table when I saw Corey smirk. I know that smirk. That s the I Know What You re Talkin About smirk.



I tried to think up a quip as fast as my brain would operate.



Oh yeah? I m sure if you…You re the…



Yeah yeah. Too slow. Whatever.



I slumped back in my chair a sign of resignation and defeat. I had been thoroughly embarrassed and beaten. Corey hung around for another minute or two before Kenny yelled for him to get his GQ-looking ass over here and give the paying customers their pizza.



Corey said his See ya later s and I nodded in acknowledgement yet again. He started to walk away when suddenly I felt the urge to yell I m not actually gay by the way!



Oh. God.



Kyle starts howling with laughter and a few other customers snicker. Corey only flashes his perfect smile and salutes me. It s official: I m a damn idiot. Not only was I embarrassed but now I was pissed. People were going to start believing this shit.



Once Corey was out of sight and I stopped receiving weird glances from the patrons in Busters I reached across the table and punched Kyle square in the arm.



OW! What was that for?!?



As if he didn t know.



Dude what the fuck?! That was humiliating!



Chill man we re all men here he said as he finally took a swig of his beer and rubbed the sore spot on his arm.



I felt like that kid in elementary school. You know the one I m talking about. The teacher asks a question and the kid is so sure he has the right answer so he just yells it out before some other greedy kid gets a chance to but then realizes that he s wrong once all the other kids start laughing at him. It s a bad feeling.



Whatever. You re an ass.



I got up to leave and threw a crumpled $10 bill on the table. Kyle was unfazed as usual.



See you after work tomorrow?



Fuck off.



Cool. I ll pick you up at 6.



Kyle was smiling and so was I as I pushed through the dingy double glass doors. He is an ass but he knows I ll forgive him for pretty much anything.



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I was halfway home when it started to rain so I had to run a few blocks to avoid catching a cold. I arrived at the front door panting and sweating even though it was raining out.



Mom! Ben! Anyone home?



I assumed they were still at the parent-teacher conference meeting.



Ben had been having problems socializing with other kids for as long as I can remember. I blame my dad for that. The asshole left my mom when she was 7 months pregnant with Ben and when he was born she never had the chance to properly socialize him due to the fact that she was working 2 jobs and going to night school. I keep telling Ben that it s just because he s so damn smart like Stephen Hawking or something– except for the whole wheelchair and robot-voice box thing—which is why he s always separating himself his brilliance gives him the right to be highly selective with friends.



I ran upstairs and kicked off my wet tan chinos and threw my not-so-white Ralph Lauren shirt in the hamper. This was my only nice outfit . The outfit I wore to job interviews weddings funerals school dances and the like.



I turned on the shower and ran back into my bedroom for my dirty little vice. I jogged over to my CD rack grabbed my Motley Crue CD opened the case and pulled my George Michael: Greatest Hits CD from its deceptive cover and pop it into the boombox in the bathroom. If anyone found out about this I could kiss my so-called heterosexual title goodbye.



I put it on track 09 Faith and stupidly jumped into the shower before testing the water one more.



MOTHERFUCKER that s cold!



After promptly turning up the hot water I tried to sing along with George as I did my best to dance in my tiny shower.



Well I need someone to hold me but I ll wait for something more–



I stopped and realized how gay I m acting at this moment so I immediately quit singing and just stood there. I need to stop this.



I squeezed out a huge dollop of Herbal Essences and started massaging my scalp. I closed my eyes and a groan of contentment escaped my throat. I began to think about work but I couldn t seem to focus. I kept thinking about the embarrassment at Buster s the people snickering and Corey s knowing smirk. His smirk…his perfect teeth his washboard abs.



I don t know what came over me but it felt like the blood was draining from one head to the other. My fingers wrapped around my filling cock and I slowly began to jerk off. Corey s body…Those blue blue eyes…those muscular arms…My breathing became faster. My hand was becoming a blur on my now rock-hard cock. He s on his knees in front of me…he grabs my ass and puts my steel cock inches away from his lips…he licks the sweet nectar dripping from me…My knees began to shake and I felt that all familiar feeling in my balls. He swallows me whole and I can feel my dick hitting the back of his throat…I grab his head and begin fucking it relentlessly…he groans in pleasure and slaps my ass in encouragement… Oh baby I love your cock… I want you to fuck me all night long… I want your cock up my tight little ass and I want you to come inside of me …I couldn t hold back anymore. Ropes of hot thick semen sprayed the shower wall and I had to grab the soap tray as my knees buckled so I didn t crack my head open if I actually collapsed. My legs wouldn t stop trembling and my chest was still heaving as I slowly sat down in the tub. The hot water from the showerhead was getting a little bit colder but I didn t care.



That was the most intense jerk-off session that I ve ever had. And it was…thinking of a man. Holy shit. I am gay.



I can t be. I CAN T be.



The hot water had run out but I couldn t seem to get myself to get out of the tub.



After what seemed to be hours I finally got out turned off the boombox wrapped a towel around my waist and gave myself a long hard look in the mirror and said it.



I m gay.



Nothing.



Hi I m a homosexual!



I m an idiot.



I think about naked men and jerk off in my shower!



I actually let out a giggle at this.



Jesus Adam. What s wrong with you? I say to myself.



Walking out of the bathroom I feel like I ve had some sort of epiphany some sort of progress towards my sexual orientation declaration. But there s only one way to be sure of it: the Internet! Oh come on with all the reliable research to be done (gay porn websites hours of cyber-sex online communities that hook you up with literally thousands of willing participants that want nothing more than to help you get your rocks off etc.) the internet would definitely help me solidify my ambiguous existence.





The computer made some sort of odd whirring noise as it booted up.



Piece of shit. Thanks again dad for the only thing you gave me a 1991 IBM. Bastard.



After about 15 minutes of odd noises the computer finally logged me onto the world wide web.



Where to start? Where to start?



Gay porn? Too intense. Might scare me off. Local hook-ups? Way too intense. I may be ready to think about naked men but I don t know if I can actually see them.



I figure I should start off with what every other 12-48 year old pervert was doing:



Cyber-sex it is.



I couldn t get the clap from a little dirty talk with some willing participants and I wasn t afraid of being discovered.



I clicked on the little Chat icon and a whole new window popped up. What the hell is all this? Gay Bears Chat ? Gay Twinks Chat ? S&M Gay Chat? Who knew that being gay had so many different options?



After poring the long list of possible chat rooms I stumbled upon a surprising Chat Room Title and actually laughed when I read it: Am I gay? Chat You ve gotta be shitting me. It s a sign right?



Here goes nothing. The double click of the mouse opens up a new window where there are already several different conversations going on.



UnReAlBoDy17 says he s having wet dreams about men in bicycle shorts.



Sk8rBoi87 says he gets weird feelings down there when he looks at this guy in his Chemistry class.



Who are these people? Since I don t feel the need to put out any more sexual ambiguity I type what I see as basic information .



AJD195: 19/m/Los Angeles



Within a matter of seconds I m barraged by several instant messages all with messages akin to How big is your cock? or Are you a top or bottom? and Do you use any toys?



I dig through the IMs and find a seemingly innocuous one from someone called BBallerChris.



BBallerChris: Hey how s it going?



AJD195: Good thx. And u?



BBallerChris: Good. Thx. So u r having a hard time figuring out if ur gay?



AJD195: Kinda. I had a weird experience with my close friend a few months ago and I keep thinking about this one guy s body. It s really weirding me out.



BBallerChris: O. I c. Well I think I can help you.



AJD195: O yeah? How?



BBallerChris: Well if you don t want 2 burn in the fiery pitz of hell you ll stop thinking about sucking cok you dirty lil fagot.



What the hell? A religious fanatic who uses AIM talk and misspells such key words as cock and faggot ? Just my luck.



I guess trying the chat rooms was a mistake. I quickly close the IM and the chat box. To hell with it. I glance over at my bed and it s looking unbelievably comfy to me. I throw off my towel climb under the sheets and manage one last glimpse at the clock before I drift to sleep. It s only 6:38pm.



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ADAM!



What the hell?



ADAM JOSEPH DALY!



I look over at the clock 8:42pm.



Only two hours have passed.



YOU HAVE COMPANY!



Anyone short of John Lennon rising from the dead wouldn t be able to wake me from my sleepy stupor.



Knock knock!



NO. FUCKING. WAY. That shrill voice could be only one person the last person I ever wanted to see again.



I jump out of bed and quickly look around the room. Shit. Nowhere to hide. AND I m as naked as the day I was born. I decide in bed under the sheets was the safest place for me to be (I don t know how I came to this conclusion but it seemed safe at the time). Maybe I could feign sleep or illness? Oh God no then she would try to take care of me. I would just have to face her…Like a man.



The door creaked open and there she was in the skimpiest outfit I d ever seen.



Baby you left your jacket at my place.



Any man gay or straight would have no choice but to look twice or three times at Missy if she had walked by. Her wavy auburn hair was done up in pigtails. The Golddigger halter top she was wearing seemed to be smothering her D-cup breasts and ended just above her shiny belly ring which really brought attention to her perfect abs. Her tight denim ultra-mini skirt topped off her extra-long legs and black stilettos. She had slutted it up for me I assume. She had strategically dressed to make any man stand and salute and God help me I was.



Why was this happening? Hadn t I just come to the conclusion that I was gay? That I prefer rock hard chests to big bouncy breasts? But I mean really I m a 19 year old dude. I get a half-chub watching a bathing suit segment on QVC.



I tried to call you earlier but your line s been busy since 6.



Shit. I forgot to log off the internet. Ah the joys of having a Dial-Up ISP.



Thanks for bringing it back I managed to croak out.



She seductively placed my letterman jacket on the back of my computer chair.



Her back was facing me for what seemed like forever plotting her next move I supposed when she suddenly whipped around and gave me her best You know You Want to Fuck Me look.



Baby you re not still upset about what happened are you?



She began to approach me fluttering her extra-long eyelashes.



Uh…Missy…I think that…Well…what I said earlier…I still mean it. I m just not ready to have sex with you.



Somehow at this point she had teleported across the room and was now sitting on my bed massaging my thigh through my navy-blue sheets.



Oh baby. You don t have to do anything you want to do. We don t have to have sex but I ve been thinking about you for so long and I came all the way out here to return your jacket. Doesn t that mean something to you baby?



My heart was pounding knowing that I wouldn t be able to do anything to stop this. I was completely naked and felt like my dick could punch a hole through a brick wall. I had just gone through an intense jerk-off session thinking of Corey and the last time I d done anything physical with another person was the wrestling incident with Kyle a few months back. Before that I couldn t even remember when the last time I got a good blowjob was.

By the time Missy was done with all her cooing and massaging I was basically a pile of goo. She somehow had slipped out of her top and was now wearing only a lacy barely-there bra and panties and her heels. She threw back the sheets and eyed my fully erect dick.



Oh God baby. You re so fucking hard. I m gonna do us both a little favor and take care of that.



At this point I couldn t care less about who she was. All I knew is that I was gonna finally get some release.



Missy straddled my legs and slowly began crawling up to her favorite lollypop. At this point I was literally dripping so much that I knew I was actually gonna have to wash my sheets instead of having my mom do it. I mean what would she think?



The next thing I know my cock is all the way down Missy s throat and she s tickling my pubes with her nose. I nearly shoot from the pleasure. I grab her hair and relentlessly begin to fuck her mouth.



Oh baby…Oh Yeah…Fuck yeah…Fuck my mouth…I m a dirty little whore…Oh God your cock tastes so good…Fuck me…FUCK ME!



All I m wishing is that she d shut the fuck up. I always hated when she talked dirty seeing as she sounded like a typical 12 year-old Backstreet Boys fan which made me a bit uncomfortable.



Before I know it I m holding her head firmly in place and I m shooting my load down her throat and surprisingly she doesn t pull away. My body is still reeling from the oral assault and I feel my cock deflating. I slowly open my eyes and see that once again somehow she is fully dressed and is straightening her hair.



So I guess we re back together huh babe?



I say nothing.



I ll call you later. Kisses.



I groggily glance at the clock. 9:15. That was fast. My eyes feel heavy and my body feels warm. And just like that I was seeing Missy again.

Logan outdoors jerks his cock

Gone Fishing

A few years back I was working for a south Florida publishing company as an ad executive. I would meet a lot of out of town clients. When they come into town I try to make them feel at home. Usually it was taking him or her out to dinner or to a club. Believe me a lot of stale nights were spent trying to work out a contract entertaining these people.



This all changed when a gentleman from Michigan named Bill came in town. Wednesday evening I met his flight at the local airport and got to know him as we drove to his hotel. Bill was a man about 50 years old six ft tall and maybe 180 lbs. He was very eager to tell me all about his business the wife and kids. By the time we reached the hotel I felt as if I’ve known him for years..



That next day was spent showing Bill around the plant and introducing him to the executive board. After a few hours he pulled me aside and confessed that this was terribly boring and that he had always wanted to go deep sea fishing. I told Bill that I used to be an avid fisherman and that my brother had a 27” boat that we could take out. So I called my brother to “reserve” the boat for the following day. Bill was thrilled at the chance. It would be his first time out in the ocean.



The next day we met at the pier at 6:00 a.m. and headed out. Bill had worn a nice polo shirt and a pair of white shorts. Way over dressed for fishing I thought. We found a spot over a reef and put in our lines. After only a couple of minutes Bill had caught his first grouper then his second. After a few snappers he was looking tired and wanted to take a break from the heat. I suggested that he take a swim. He said he had seen the movie “Jaws”. I told Bill not to worry that sharks are afraid of us too and we both took a swim.



Coming out of the water Bill noticed he had ripped his shorts jumping in probably on one of the cleats. Having some experience mending sails as a kid I offered to sew them. He happily slid them off saying his wife just bought them and she would shoot him if she knew he wore them fishing. As he handed them to me I saw that his briefs were still somewhat wet. I couldn’t help but notice the outline of his cock as he stretched out on the chaise.



With his eyes closed working on his tan Bill was oblivious to his surroundings and to me stealing a look at him. Soon he was asleep and I guessed he was dreaming because his briefs started to tent. “My god” I thought “this guy sure is hung.” (Later that day I learned his cock was 9.5”) I couldn’t stop myself from staring at it. Trying to keep my mind on the sewing didn’t help a bit. Bill moved a little then again and inevitably his cock slipped out the leg of his briefs and was now running down his right leg. Then as quickly as he fell asleep he woke up. I turned away from him before he saw me and realized his cock was hanging out. I was just whistling softly looking out to sea as if I hadn’t noticed him. I heard him ask how long he had been asleep. When I turned to face him to respond his cock was back inside the briefs. A “good recovery” he must have thought. Bill said he was going for another swim to wake up which gave me some time to finish sewing his shorts. A few minutes later I was done.



As Bill came out of the water to dry off I couldn’t help but notice being soaking wet his briefs left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I could tell he was circumcised. I can’t believe I was getting excited thinking about his cock. Sure I had fantasies before but never acted on them.



The towel that Bill had fallen into the fish box so I went into the cabin for another. As I was climbing up the stairs Bill was at the top step wanting to come on down. Not really looking where I was going I almost walked right into his crotch. Stopping just short I was eye to eye with Bill’s half-hard transparent cock. Catching us both by surprise I leaned forward and kissed his cock through his briefs. Bill responded with a audible gasp as I kept licking and kissing him. I was amazed how Bill’s cock grew another couple of inches. I then pulled down his briefs freeing him. His cock hit me under my chin. I still hadn’t touched it with my hands. Bill was now lightly brushing my hair was his left hand. To this day I don’t know why but I told Bill that he had the best looking cock I had ever seen. His response was to lift it up to my lips. Using his cock he parted them and I tasted my first cock. I was hooked. I spent a while licking and kissing the head then slowly working my way down his shaft inch by inch up and down I went fighting a gag reflex until I could feel him at the back of my throat. I slowed down because my neck was beginning to strain. With that Bill began softly fucking my mouth then picked up the pace. I felt his hard cock grow even larger His cock felt so soft yet so hard and stiff. As he had a good rhythm going I could sense he was close and Bill asked me if I wanted his cum. I just softly moaned letting him piston his cock in and out of my mouth. Then it happened. He stiffened up and I began sucking like a mad man and he released shooting jet after jet of cum soaking my throat then pulled out and rubbed my face with his hard cock still pumping cum then back into my mouth to finish cumming he eventually went soft in my mouth.



Wow. What an experience. Needless to say that was the end of our fishing adventure. I followed him back to his hotel room where we showered and I sucked him off again. Bill did jack me off and taste my cum too but did not want to suck my cock….Oh well…..

he pulled me aside and confessed that this was terribly boring and that he had always wanted to go deep sea fishing. I told Bill that I used to be an avid fisherman and that my brother had a 27” boat that we could take out. So I called my brother to “reserve” the boat for the following day. Bill was thrilled at the chance. It would be his first time out in the ocean.



The next day we met at the pier at 6:00 a.m. and headed out. Bill had worn a nice polo shirt and a pair of white shorts. Way over dressed for fishing I thought. We found a spot over a reef and put in our lines. After only a couple of minutes Bill had caught his first grouper then his second. After a few snappers he was looking tired and wanted to take a break from the heat. I suggested that he take a swim. He said he had seen the movie “Jaws”. I told Bill not to worry that sharks are afraid of us too and we both took a swim.



Coming out of the water Bill noticed he had ripped his shorts jumping in probably on one of the cleats. Having some experience mending sails as a kid I offered to sew them. He happily slid them off saying his wife just bought them and she would shoot him if she knew he wore them fishing. As he handed them to me I saw that his briefs were still somewhat wet. I couldn’t help but notice the outline of his cock as he stretched out on the chaise.



With his eyes closed working on his tan Bill was oblivious to his surroundings and to me stealing a look at him. Soon he was asleep and I guessed he was dreaming because his briefs started to tent. “My god” I thought “this guy sure is hung.” (Later that day I learned his cock was 9.5”) I couldn’t stop myself from staring at it. Trying to keep my mind on the sewing didn’t help a bit. Bill moved a little then again and inevitably his cock slipped out the leg of his briefs and was now running down his right leg. Then as quickly as he fell asleep he woke up. I turned away from him before he saw me and realized his cock was hanging out. I was just whistling softly looking out to sea as if I hadn’t noticed him. I heard him ask how long he had been asleep. When I turned to face him to respond his cock was back inside the briefs. A “good recovery” he must have thought. Bill said he was going for another swim to wake up which gave me some time to finish sewing his shorts. A few minutes later I was done.



As Bill came out of the water to dry off I couldn’t help but notice being soaking wet his briefs left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I could tell he was circumcised. I can’t believe I was getting excited thinking about his cock. Sure I had fantasies before but never acted on them.



The towel that Bill had fallen into the fish box so I went into the cabin for another. As I was climbing up the stairs Bill was at the top step wanting to come on down. Not really looking where I was going I almost walked right into his crotch. Stopping just short I was eye to eye with Bill’s half-hard transparent cock. Catching us both by surprise I leaned forward and kissed his cock through his briefs. Bill responded with a audible gasp as I kept licking and kissing him. I was amazed how Bill’s cock grew another couple of inches. I then pulled down his briefs freeing him. His cock hit me under my chin. I still hadn’t touched it with my hands. Bill was now lightly brushing my hair was his left hand. To this day I don’t know why but I told Bill that he had the best looking cock I had ever seen. His response was to lift it up to my lips. Using his cock he parted them and I tasted my first cock. I was hooked. I spent a while licking and kissing the head then slowly working my way down his shaft inch by inch up and down I went fighting a gag reflex until I could feel him at the back of my throat. I slowed down because my neck was beginning to strain. With that Bill began softly fucking my mouth then picked up the pace. I felt his hard cock grow even larger His cock felt so soft yet so hard and stiff. As he had a good rhythm going I could sense he was close and Bill asked me if I wanted his cum. I just softly moaned letting him piston his cock in and out of my mouth. Then it happened. He stiffened up and I began sucking like a mad man and he released shooting jet after jet of cum soaking my throat then pulled out and rubbed my face with his hard cock still pumping cum then back into my mouth to finish cumming he eventually went soft in my mouth.



Wow. What an experience. Needless to say that was the end of our fishing adventure. I followed him back to his hotel room where we showered and I sucked him off again. Bill did jack me off and taste my cum too but did not want to suck my cock….Oh well…..

Virgin poop chutes of these boys are going to be penetrated hard for the very first time.

Fill Er Up

The motorway stretched out darkly before my headlights. A quick view of the fuel meter told me it was time to pull over at the next services area before I ended up walking the rest of the way to Scotland.



I was in the rental car I had picked several hours before at Heathrow and was headed up to a little rendezvous in Scotland. Business mixed with pleasure. I had stopped a few times earlier for some munchies and petrol but I guess time had just slipped away from me on the drive. It had gotten darker and the sky was just entering those last longing moments of daylight called the gloaming.



The landscape was beautiful - if not a little deserted.



Fortunately after another twenty minutes I happened upon a little hole in the wall petrol station. The motorway was completely deserted but the lights of the station were bright and welcoming. />


I got out and after fiddling with the damn pump for a moment finally got the juice flowing.



It was then that a car roared to a stop at the pumps opposite to mine. Now I can act as straight as the next jock but I don t know jack shit about cars. Just never that interested I guess. I did know enough to realize it was a muscle car and that it sure wasn t typical for these parts.



The driver got out. My heart skipped a beat.



He was one long tall drink of water. His back was to me as he stepped out of the car. I watched the black leather of his jacket and it bunched and stretched over his broad shoulders. As he turned to look over the pumps I saw his face in profile. His strong firm jaw slopping softly enough to avoid appearing too hard complemented his handsome face. His thick delicate lips far to luscious to belong on a man were far more suited for a woman. They were actually pretty.



His dark hair was styled just right but with enough strands out of place to make it look really cool and just enough curl to make my pulse faster. I couldn t see his eyes for the dark shades he wore (as late as it was) to complement the bomber jacket.



He bent in to select his nozzle and leaned forward enough for me to see his tight jeans painted on the curve of his finely shaped ass.



I think my mouth may have actually been watering at that point.



He turned around and put his nozzle into tank and it was only then that he seemed to notice me standing at my own vehicle. He appeared to be looking right at me but I wasn t sure with the shades on.



I thought to myself Man you have got to pull yourself together.



The clanking noise of my pump stopping brought me shockingly back into reality. As straight acting as I could possibly be I swaggered over to the door to pay the attendant. I gave him the stranger a nod as I passed which he smoothly returned.



Trying to put him out of my mind I paid the cashier the money I owed him. I was momentarily put off by the price of petrol and the rude behavior of the attendant. The guy was pretty young in his early twenties presumably and handsome in a cold sort of way. If I could have gotten past his unpleasant demeanor I would have liked his red hair. He probably had some Irish in him somewhere.



On the other side of the counter I absent-mindedly adjusted my package and realized I was starting to pack a water woody from all that I d drunk earlier in the car. I looked around for the john and found it on the far side of the station.



As I walked to the bathroom door I noticed the guy was walking in towards the main door. I tried to steal a casual glance without making it look like I was watching him.



The john in this place like most public bathrooms in petrol stations had seen better days. On the wall near the door was a machine offering a choice of extra safe condoms or ribbed condoms for extra pleasure each for a pound. Well my pocket was jingling with pound coins but alas there wasn t an eligible lass or lad waiting for me. There were two rusty urinals that looked more like holes in the wall than the ones I was used to in the States. At the far end was a stall with the toilet.



I chose the urinal closest to the door and with great relief took out my pecker for a nice long piss. It wasn t five seconds from the time that my hot stream had hit the porcelain than the guy gave the bathroom door a mighty swing and swaggered over to the other urinal. I heard him unzip and in a second his stream began to flow as well.



Nice night for it he said jokingly in this sultry low voice and with an accent I couldn t quite place - somewhere in England I guessed.



Yeah I managed to mumble back to him.



I wanted desperately to look over at his outstretched equipment but I had no clue what might happen if I did. I wasn t really looking for any kind of fight tonight.



When I could no longer resist I glanced as casually as possible over at him only to see that he was unashamedly looking over my equipment!



I was so shocked at first I couldn t find the any breath to form a coherent word. His green long lashed eyes lingered into mine for a moment before returning their piercing gaze at my now stiffening cock.



I was still embarrassed by my display but his erotic behavior was turning me on more and my dick hardened more rigidly.



He moved in towards me his flaccid penis hanging out from his tight jeans. I wasn t really looking at it though because he had me fixed in his sights by this time. Those gorgeous green eyes were hypnotic. Gracefully he was managing to corner me against the door and I was letting him.



Now I m not a small boy. I played football in high school and in college but this guy was my equal and more. I felt like a hooker in a bar full of sailors. He put his hand against the door so that his arm blocked my only avenue of escape. As if I even wanted to leave. My mind was still reeling from the surge of adrenaline. I still knew nothing about this guy and I wanted to avoid some violent scene. My heart on the other hand was aching to stay.



His free hand reached down to caress my now raging boner. His meaty hand firmly encircled my thick dick. His thumb gently massaged the underside of my massive mushroom head.



There was not point in trying to stop anything now. He was not to be denied and I didn t have the will or the desire to try.



I melted into him as he pulled me in to kiss him deeply and firmly on the mouth. His strength jerked me like a rag doll against his powerful body. Our lips and tongues were desperate to devour and taste each other s mouths.



I desired him desperately I needed him now and I wanted him here. His kisses had long put all thoughts of propriety out the window.



I want to be thoroughly fucked I moaned in his ear. I began clawing at his clothing trying to get off his jacket and shirt. His hands slipped under my t-shirt to grope at the muscles of my chest.



I got his jacket off and it fell to the floor flowed by my shirt. Why the hell was he wearing a button down shirt under that jacket? He and I fumbled for what seemed like hours trying to undo all the little buttons. Soon we were both standing in our jeans sporting mammoth erections and admiring each other s bodies. He was a magnificent piece of work built like a sculpture with classical lines. I wanted to get to know the feel and shape of every muscle.



He was in total control of the situation. He reached into his pocket and took out some shiny gold pound coins and walked over to condom dispenser and got some packets of the extra safe.



Anticipating this I was removing my jeans and boxers down from around my own straining manhood. I watched him peel those jeans off his ass and down to the floor. I lowered myself down onto his jacket and he towered above me his dick giving a sporty salute as it bobbed around over his two hairy balls.



I couldn t wait any more and I moved up to suck those balls into my mouth one at a time working them delicately around over and under my tongue. He gave out a low groan of pleasure. I moved up to work on the shaft of that mighty prick caressing it sucking and licking it from the base to purple cut tip tasting the salty pre-cum as it began to ooze out of the hole at the end. Oh god I wanted that thing inside me.



As if he knew what I was thinking he interrupted the blowjob I was giving him and gently pushed me away. I reclined to floor steadying myself with one hand and I used the other to spread the slick pre-cum of my own dick around my shaft jerking off. He grinned as he turned fully towards me and removed the foil from two of the condoms rolling them with patience down his mighty prick. The two sheaths strained around his size and length.



He climbed on me delicately considering his strength roughly trying to take me with his tongue and dick at the same time. His mouth enclosed mine and we were breathing as one person. I felt rather than saw his tool below stroking against my own needy member. Then he lifted my legs over his shoulders exposing my naked ass for his amusement. His condoms were tight and rubbery against my flesh.



Our hands groped over each other bodies feeling every valley and ridge of muscle. My sparse chest hair brushed up against his smooth chest. My hand reached down to help guide him towards my rosy ass and he repositioned himself for access.



Our immediate pleasure wasn t to be realized when he stalled at the entrance to my hole. Although I m no stranger to sex his thick unlubricated tank couldn t penetrate my barrier without something to oil the way. He tried his spit but that just wasn t enough to slick down the friction of the condoms. Finally he took a handful of pink soap from the dispenser near the sink and smeared it over his cock and over the opening of my ass.



I looked into his eyes as I finally felt that glorious longed for penetration filling me fully and completely there was no pain after he allowed me to contract around his size before he began moving in and out. His face was awash with pleasure and it satisfied me to know that I was the cause of it.



His strokes moved in and out slowly and evenly at first. His groans became more demanding as he moved faster harder. My ass was getting the most exquisite pleasure from the tool sawing into my insides.



His breathing became more ragged after several minutes and I sensed that he would cum soon. Then suddenly I felt him stiffen and shudder as he must have cum deep within me those condoms holding back the waves of his sperm. He pulled his enormous dick from me and looked down lovingly at my face.



My need had been completed ignored in this entire exchange and the sudden swelling of my cock was painful as it demanded attention. Suddenly docile he leaned back as he knew it was his turn to be the bitch. I rolled him on his stomach running my hands over his powerful ass admiring the valley created by the crack. I stroked my naked cock against him moving it up and down as he tightened and flexed his ass for my benefit firmly pulling my cock in between those two cheeks. I happily allowed the tugging to continue around my stoking savoring the feeling.



I pulled myself closely into him plowing strongly against him lost in his warm moist ass crack. Then it was all too much for me. I knew I wanted more that to ride this stallion bareback.



I moved over and grabbed one of the condoms that lay next to us on the floor. Using my teeth I ripped away the foil in my haste to fasten the thing over my throbbing dick.



His well-used asshole was quickly speared in my urgent need to fill him up. In the second that it took for his butt to adjust to my size I had begun to thrust in and out of him savoring the tight fiery tug around my dick. At that moment it felt like the tightest place I had ever been into.



I grunted loudly as I moved my massive tool in and out in long slow strokes. The stranger was talking dirty to me like we were in some kind of porn film.



What the fuck is going on? came a shout that brought us both back to grimy bathroom stall where we rutting like rabbits.



I looked up to see the attendant staring down at us.



I reluctantly but quickly quit my game of hide the sausage as we both stood up our proud naked bodies on display before this guy.



This is illegal I m going to phone the police he said.



Whoa there mate stated my fuck buddy as he grabbed hold of the attendant s arm Where do you think you re going? He roughly pulled him back into the restroom.



The attendant as if seeking escape broke free from the stranger s grasp and inched over to the stalls.



We were just having a good time he told the attendant pulling off his used condom as he spoke and tossing it aside Why don t you relax and join us?



I m no faggot the attendant stated firmly.



Neither am I said the stranger Neither is he he indicated me.



The attendant looked spooked and unsure. No doubt he was weighing his option as I m positive the two of us standing there in front of him were pretty menacing.



Why don t you just blow me and we ll forget the whole thing even happened? the stranger suggested to the attendant.



To emphasize he offered up his large boner but the guy didn t move.



OK if you play that way fine the stranger said to him. Then he firmly walked up to the attendant and started undoing his jeans shoving them down around his ankles.



I know what you really want he said to the attendant.



Then he forced him down onto the floor and pushed his dick into his mouth almost face-fucking him. His ass waved up at me.



It wasn t a bad looking ass at that though not as fine as the one I had been fucking earlier. The stranger as if anticipating my thoughts gestured at it and said Hey mate why don t you finish up?



The attendant had seemed very reluctant but was getting into his job of sucking off the massive cock before him. My cock twitched at the idea of raping this rosy ass before me.



I decided not to waste anymore time for good or ill I shoved my mighty cock up into that tight hole where no man had gone before. He screamed in pain but no more was said about it because I thrust home until I finally came shooting my load into my straining rubber sheath. The stranger also deposited his load of cum down the man s throat. During this time I noticed that the attendant had gotten off by jerking his cock while we speared him with our other two cocks.



None of us said anymore when we were finished. The attendant pulled his pants back on ashamed at his enjoyment of the experience and went back behind the counter. No police office was going to believe he wasn t a willing participant in the whole thing. We cleaned up and left the restroom.



As for the other guy I never saw him again. I got in my car and headed up the motorway to Scotland while the mysterious man peeled off down the highway in the other direction his dust following him into the night.

That gay is not lucky to have a boyfriend now. He\\\’s all alone at home, and his ass wants some action. After some beer with that empty bottl…

After Room 117 Ch. 04

Thursday evening I had just left work at the mall. Thursday nights are college nights so I changed quickly at the dorm and headed off to one of the favorite hang outs for my set. It was a fairly large sports bar just off campus.



Of course two things were in the offing. First as usual I was carded. I would have no blue plastic wrist band that would allow me to enjoy the libations I preferred. Second it was after all Spring Break. The last place to find any fun during Spring Break is in a college town.



The five bucks I paid to get in the place merely bought me an opportunity to drink a Coke in near solitude. Great. Just what I had hoped.



In thirty minutes I was out of the place. My car pointed in the general direction of the sleazy titty bar at the edge of town. On the way I stopped to get gas at a stop and rob. As I was paying the slip of paper containing Daddy s phone number dropped from my wallet.



Even though the clerk could have absolutely no idea what was on the paper or anything about my little secret I felt myself turn a bright shade of red as I quickly plucked the paper from the floor and left.



Back at my car I started to slip the number back into my wallet but paused. I held it in my hand looking at it. Daddy it read. Below that was the number. Almost in a haze I slipped my cell phone from my console and punched up the number. After a few rings a male voice his voice said that Jim was not available. I ended the call without leaving a message.



A few minutes later I found myself cruising the parking lot at the adult bookstore looking for that BMW from whence the slip of paper still sitting on my passenger seat had come. It was not there. I turned back out onto the street and headed for the titty bar.



As I was about to enter the establishment my cell phone went off. Looking at the screen I saw the number for Daddy that I had just called minutes later. Stepping around the corner past the weathered door the wind whipping my ever growing blond hair about my face I answered.



Hello. This is Jim. I m just returning your call. The voice was Daddy s alright but it was a professional tone. It was Daddy s work voice obviously.



Not knowing what to say or how else to identify myself I paused before replying. This is your baby boy Daddy. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I waited for his reply.



Oh my baby boy huh? I was just thinking about you today baby. Daddy s voice had changed.



Gone was the professional tone. Replacing it was a tone very near the one I had heard as his cock had pushed in and out of my tight asshole weeks before.



You have? I asked trying to make my voice sound sexy. I had never tried to sound sexy to another man so I was not all that certain that it came off well. What have you been thinking Daddy?



Nasty things Baby Boy. Very nasty things. I have been thinking about those soft lips of yours slipping over my cock for one. In my mind s eye I saw him rubbing his hard cock through his trousers as he sat behind a desk somewhere. My own cock was throbbing as I stood outside in the chill wind outside the door to the topless bar where they don t card. Where are you?



Chuckling softly I replied Just outside a hole-in-the-wall titty bar. I m freezing my ass off. That was no lie the wind was now coming in from due north.



A titty bar eh? Daddy s voice trailed off. Which one baby? I dutifully offered the name of the place and the cross streets nearby. Jim told me that he had some things to take care of at the office but he would be done soon. He would meet me there in about an hour.



The hour dragged even though I was surrounded by women in various forms of undress. I was buzzing pretty decently when I saw Daddy enter. Daddy was in a dark suit. His tie was loosened. Spying a possible good tipper a large breasted blond whose stage name was Ginger latched onto Jim as he made his way to my table in the back.



Ginger was probably the hottest dancer there which meant she had never given me a cash-strapped college guy the time of day.



Sitting across from me as Ginger sat to my right Daddy smiled as he said loud enough to be heard over the music Hey Baby Boy this is my new friend Ginger. She held out her small hand. Her perfume wafted over me as I shook it gently.



Close up she was even more stunning than she had been on stage. She was dressed in a tight sequined blue dress that was so short that the crotch of her white g-string was glowed between her tanned muscular legs as she crossed them. I looked over at Jim inquisitively and he winked in reply.



So should I just call you Baby Boy or what? Ginger asked smiling. I noted that she had shifted her chair closer to Jim. I had not seen her do it. Even given my lack of experience with such matters I was impressed with her subtlety in doing so. Ginger was a pro I thought. You can call me anything you like I smiled back. But my name is Barry.



Anything I like? Really? A wicked glimmer danced in her eyes. What if I call you Baby Boy too?



I glanced over at Jim who was laughing and shaking his head. Like I said I answered with a self-conscious grin Anything you like. A waitress brought a round of drinks for us. Daddy produced a credit card. This night is on me Baby Boy. He ran his tongue over his upper lip out of view of Ginger as he did so. As his left hand slipped the card to the waitress a glint of Jim s watch caught my eye. It was a Rolex. Just who was this guy? I pondered that as I sipped my beer.



We spent a couple of hours there. Jim must have spent hundreds of dollars in that time as our table was absolutely inundated with strippers. He bought us lap dance after lap dance. He seemed to enjoy watching me get them more than he enjoyed receiving them. During a short period where he and I were alone he leaned in and whispered I want that dick good and hard Baby Boy.



It was just after Midnight when we left the place. I was not wasted but I was feeling no pain. I followed Jim to an apartment complex downtown. He had been very careful to keep a distance from me I noted. As we were about to enter his apartment I asked Where s your wife?



She is at home. I live out at my lake house. I just keep this apartment for when I have to work late . He replied. Once inside the apartment any distance I had felt from Jim closed. Closing the door his eyes betrayed that need. That very same hunger I had seen in Mark s eyes all that time ago. Come here baby.



I stepped to him. Daddy pulled me even closer as his lips met mine. I felt his crotch grind into mine as his hands held my hips to him. His tongue swirled with mine. Breaking the kiss breathlessly he moaned I wanted to suck my baby boy s cock right there in the bar.



With that Daddy dropped to his knees. His brown eyes not leaving mine as he unbuckled my belt unfastened my jeans and slid them to my knees.



Instinctively I slipped my jacket then my shirt off and let them drop to the floor. I watched speechlessly as Jim slid my briefs down to my calf. As if in appraisal he looked up at my youthful body easily forty years younger than his own.



My god baby he rasped. You do have a great body. Ginger said she wanted to see you naked ya know. I hope you don t mind. This first time alone I just wanted you to myself. His hand pressed my throbbing cock to my belly as he licked the underside from balls to head awaiting my reply.



No Daddy. I m your baby boy. I m all yours whenever you want me. And I was. I knew it at that minute. I was absolutely Daddy s.



Good baby. Now I need this more than you know. With that his mouth engulfed my cock taking in each of the eight inches at once. Daddy s lips pressed to my pubic hair and balls as his tongue circled my cock over and over. My hands gripped his head and played at his thick gray hair.



As he drew his lips back slowly to the head of my cock he twisted his head with a loud moan. He let the head slip from his lips as he ran it over his face. It was as if he was worshipping my pulsing meat with all he had. I love my baby s big dick. His voice rasped as he spoke the words before devouring my cock once more.



His mouth was expert. Better than any I had ever known as he quickly brought me to the edge of my orgasm. It was the first time with him that I had no other distractions and could focus completely on the man who loved for me to call him Daddy .



I was panting as his mouth took me. I watched as his lips slipped deftly up and down my shaft. I was aching by this time. I was holding back from cumming. I did not want this moment to end—ever. Looking back I know I should have felt some guilt. I had felt it before after all. Guilt about being with a man. Guilt about cheating with this lovely older man when I had my lovely Linda.



Yet I felt no such pangs. I felt only Daddy s mouth as it glided up and down my prick. No that is not quite right. Daddy was slowly bringing something out of me that I had not experienced with another man. He was with each passing moment capturing my heart.



The thought of this immediately made me forget about holding back and extending the moment. I came immediately. There was no warning. Daddy s lips had been on upstroke as my semen exploded from my saliva coated cock. He moaned as the spray hit his lips and the roof of his mouth. His lips surrounded the head of my cock as my spasms sent stream after thick stream into his eager mouth.



I gasped as Jim licked the last of my seed from the head of my cock. Fuck Daddy. That snuck up on me. I was laughing softly as I spoke.



Daddy smiled up at me with lips glistening with my cum. Standing he pressed them to mine. The taste of my cum in his mouth made my spent cock jump. I want you in my bed he whispered.



Taking my hand Daddy led me there. I removed the rest of my clothes and lay down on the bed. The only light in the room was what eked in from the hallway as Daddy undressed. Before climbing onto the bed with me Daddy stood looking me over. Roll over on your belly baby.



Yes Daddy. I rolled onto my stomach. I closed my eyes. I felt Daddy s weight join me on the bed. His hands gripped my ankles and parted my legs wide. I gasped. I wanted him so very bad. In truth I never wanted anything that bad.



Slowly he crawled up between my legs. He kissed the backs of my thighs. His tongue darted out here and there as his lips neared my ass. I felt his hands firmly grasp my asscheeks as his tongue slipped between them.



I managed an oh fuck as Daddy s tongue flicked over my puckered rim. I felt his breath heating my rosebud as he licked up and down my crack. He was licking it like a pussy I found myself thinking.



Does my baby boy like that? Daddy whispered. He did not wait for a reply. I was only able to moan anyway. His tongue pushed in deep. I felt his hands grip tighter. My hips rose from the bed to his mouth as his lips sealed at my rim.



Daddy s tongue darted in and out of my ass like a tiny wet cock. My cock was soon throbbing under me hard so quickly after seeming so spent just moments before. Somehow sensing it Daddy lifted me up on my hands and knees. His tongue was still probing my ass turning it into a wet cunt. His breath was white hot on my ass. His hand reached between my legs and slowly stroked my cock as his tongue wriggled inside me.



When his tongue retreated from my ass I was left wet and open. Wet and open for Daddy to enter—for Daddy to fuck his baby. He did not disappoint. I felt him run his cock slick with precum up and down from my taint to just above my asshole. Then with no warning at all Daddy pushed in. I screamed in a swirl of pleasure and pain from the rough entry.



Oh my baby s pussy is so tight tonight. You feel so good around my dick Baby Boy. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he started to fuck me hard and fast. I could feel his balls slapping at mine as his cock slipped in and out faster and faster. Daddy panted and grunted with each heaving thrust. He was fucking me so hard that I had shifted up on the bed my head buried in the pillow.



Fuck me harder Daddy I cried as I reached back with one hand to touch him. I gripped his hip with one hand and stroked my own cock with the other. I was pushing back at him. I wanted him as deep as his length would allow.



I felt his hand come down hard on my ass. I yelped in pleasure as his hand started abusing one asscheek then the other as his thick meat used my ass. I ground my ass up to him as he fucked me. I was his. I belonged to Daddy.



I heard Daddy grunt louder and louder. I implored him to cum in my ass. I begged almost in tears from the use and the emotions washing over me for my daddy s sperm to fill my hot little ass—my cunt. After a few more plunges into my depths Daddy obliged. He called out to me Baby Boy I m gonna fill that pussy up!



And he did. I came too. I drenched the sheets as we joined each other in a mutual climax that wracked my body like no other experience I had yet known. Only as our tremors subsided and Daddy collapsed onto the bed on top of me did I realize that we had both broken out into a sweaty sheen.



We lay there for several minutes catching our collective breath. I felt Daddy s weight on my back. I felt his lips on the back of my neck as he lifted my shoulder length hair to expose my nape. I could feel my own cum cooling beneath me as I lay in it.



Daddy s cock softened and he pulled from my ass with an audible plop. He rolled over beside me and I fell asleep with my head on his chest. I would never be the same.

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JailBait

I didn t do it I was framed. Just at the wrong place at the wrong time but I didn t do it. My name s Marc and I m eighteen years old. It all started on prom night. My old man had forbidden me to go because he found out what gift I d be unwrapping for my girlfriend Melissa. I was fixin to head out the window when I heard the phone ring.



Oh Hi Melissa. I heard down the hall.



I ran over to the door and pressed my ear against it.



No Sorry Melissa dad continued



He already left.



I pulled on the doorknob. Locked! So I pounded and kicked on the door as hard as I could.



. . . They were all over each other I overheard.



Sorry Hon Goodnight.



I m gonna fuckin KILL him!! I finally broke through my bedroom door and charged down the hall at him. I got a good clean blow across his head leaving him on the floor bleeding. I stood over him and screamed so many things I can t even remember. I stormed past my broken door into my room and changed out of my tux. Grabbed a fake I.D. my dad s car keys and headed to the nearest pub. I needed to blow off some steam. As I drove I examined my knuckles and noticed blood on my graduate ring. I stopped at my usual place and started off with a few shots. Near last call a couple of tall dark figures came into the bar. Before I downed my next shot a hand forced me to put the glass down.



Mark? I heard behind me.



Yeah? I slurrily asked.



You re under arrest for the murder of your father.



I stood up quickly as sloshed as I was. I couldn t believe what I was hearing!!



I DIDN T KILL HIM! I contradicted.



Oh yeah What s this? one man said as he grabbed my hand and examined the ring.



Me and my old man had a fight. I hit him I explained.



We heard the murder ourselves while your father was reporting his STOLEN car the other man replied picking up my keys.



We had a fight I hit him I BORROWED the keys to let off some steam Okay!? I said sternly.



One of the men twisted my arm and cuffed me speaking in monotone



You ll have plenty of time to explain let s go.



I tried so hard to resist but I couldn t even stand on my own. They brought me down and gave me the police-booking rigmarole you see on television. I got myself a trial date and I was HOPING but I was moved to a prison quicker than I was booked. I DIDN T DO THIS! But what am I SUPPOSED to do?! All the evidence pointed to me! I am so fucked.



Now I m heading into the cafeteria. My first day I m so nervous. Don t know what to expect or what not to expect. I ve got my tray and I m looking for a safe spot to sit. I come across this table (not too crowded - not too barren) and settle myself down. Phew. So far so good. A man across from me throws a hand in my face causing me to jump.



Name s Phil he says rather cheerfully. I grab his hand saying Marc while eyeing his strange friendliness. I reach for my fork to start eating when suddenly I feel this gruff hand brush my shirt up force past the elastic waistband of my uniform and grip tightly to my dick.



OH FUCK!! I gasp. I jump up but he jerks me back down into my seat by my cock. SHIT THAT HURT!! My eyes trail up the arm and notice this big intimidating man to my right looking into my eyes. I decide to keep my eyes on my tray. His big hand started going up and down my shaft. His sweaty palm grazing across my now awakened skin.



Oh Shit! I m getting hard! Fucking embarrassing and everyone at the table is leering! I try to get up again but he jerks me down and clutches his other hand into my shoulder. I groan from the pain but that just turns him on even more. He starts moving his hand a little faster squeezing every now and the SOUND! The sloppy sound it s making!! OH GOD It feels so good but I don t want to cum not to him not in front of these guys. Then Phil decides THIS would be a good time to strike a conversation.



Newbie Huh? Y-p I reply in a short gasp clutching the table. I start to pre-cum making his hand even more sensitive to the touch. My blood pumping hard as my veins throb against his strong slick hand. It moves faster and faster up and down my dick. His thumb circling the head sending waves up my spine. I grit my teeth and try hard to resist.



Whatcha in for? Phil asks.



M-rd-r One I growl.



That s me too Phil blurts out.



Then he asks Whatcha Do?



I can t take it anymore. My eyes are rolling back. I can feel my balls tighten but the gazing of the men is throwing me off my climax. The big man pulls his face to my ear and begins groaning and breathing in it. He keeps repeating the same thing



Ooohh yeah cum for me cum for me baby. UUNGH Yeah. I know you wanna do it just cum for me. UNGH!



He starts licking and nibbling my ear then moves down and sucks on my neck. OH G-GOD NO! I start bucking to his hand.



Oh yeah baby that s it I hear in my ear.



I open my eyes and the men are circling us some with their hands down their pants. I want to stop but at THIS point I don t care. I clutch the table again for leverage and start to buck wildly: grunting groaning and sweating. Suddenly an electrical surge shoots through my whole body as I shudder and jerk. Spasm after spasm hot spurts of cum shoot out of me then another and another covering his hand. I arch my head back with a soft groan and take a few breaths. I lean over my tray slowly letting go of the table.



Good boy. He whispers in my ear sliding his hand out of my trousers Good Boy.



He kisses the side of my face as he puts his hand down his own pants rubbing my cum on his dick. He lets out a small moan pulls his hand out and licks the rest off his fingers.



I didn t do anything I reply to Phil in a hoarse gasp I was framed.



A quiet Oh escapes his lips as he gapes at me with his hand down his pants. After lunch the rest of my day is going pretty normal for a day in prison I guess. I m working out and starting a book to get my mind off of earlier today.



It s time for lights out and I m being walked to my cell. When I enter I notice my cell mate for the first time. I can t believe it! It s the SAME mysterious man from the cafeteria. When his eyes met mine he slowly smiles.



Hey Baby he greets as the bars slam behind me.



To be Continued . . .

Passionate gay sex scene

My Girlfriend Turned Me Gay Ch. 02

Note: This story starts where my girlfriend turned me gay ended. These stories are for entertainment purposes. I am not making a statement or soliciting debates about consent. Not to wax philosophical but how many of us are really free to make choices. As hard as it is to understand for some many straight men do fantasize about being taken anally – usually without consent. Being forced or coerced erases any accountability and as such the man can experience gay sex without being gay. This Zen like idea is the inspiration for this series of stories. This type of sexuality isn t for everyone so do not read any further if you re offended by: gay sex gay gangbangs bisexuality consensual rape or other types of forced fantasies large throbbing erect cocks or ….. well I think you get the picture. To all who support creative expression without succumbing to pressure from critics I give a thumbs up in solidarity. To my detractors and critics I offer a different finger (no not flipping you off) pointing to the exit (like a very astute and witty fan indicated). And you can quote me An extreme prudishness belies a lascivious nature.



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Scene 1 – he wakes up and comes to grips with his experience last night with the help of a loving open-minded girlfriend.



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I awoke.



I found myself confused and disorientated.



I got up on shaky legs and looked in the mirror.



Last night events came rushing back to me so quickly Oh my god what did I do? I asked myself my head spinning with images of my body being used as a fuck toy.



I ran my hands over my trim body. I was sticky sore and in desperate need of a hot shower.



I called out Honey I waited for a reply then Honey are you here? There was no answer.



I showered my hands washing last night from the tone muscles of my body. I was surprised that my ass was still dilated from last night s abuse. I got excited at the thought of how well I performed as a whore. What was I thinking? What was happening to me?



I had so many thoughts whirling through my head of shame and guilt that were soon replaced with a growing desire for even more of this abuse by hard cock. I left the shower refreshed and lustful.



She surprised me Hey babe you re up?



Yeah. I instinctively dropped my head. She picked up on my need for reassurance.



Lets talk a bit – OK my little snuggle bunny? She asked knowing this term of endearment always brought a smile to my face.



Ok. I replied still reticent.



Last night was wild. I loved it but I want to know how you feel? she asked me seriously.



I guess I m worried and kinda ashamed…. I replied.



Whatever for darling. She stroked my shoulders.



What I ve done I m worried you ll think I m gay diseases and I guess just everything. I blurted out quickly.



She hugged me and softly said You re not gay – maybe bi and I m OK with that. As far as being manly you fuck me better than any lover I ve ever had. Trust me you don t have to worry about diseases and I think you re the kinkiest boyfriend I ve ever had and I live for kinky!



My confidence grew Really are you sure?



Hell yes now I have some questions for you. She said looking at me with those dreamy eyes mesmerizing me holding me captive. For a moment I felt like a small field mouse returning the gaze of a predatory snake.



Did you like being used at both ends like a common street whore? She asked bluntly so nonchalant the prefect temptress.



Yes. I confessed and continued I never knew what I was missing – it was incredible.



Good cause I m going to help you bring out your inner slut. She said.



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Scene 2 – she prepares him for even more to come. Can he handle it?



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I have surprises for you. She said handing me a leather outfit that was nothing but straps studs and rings.



What s this? I said wondering how to put it on.



That s the outfit you ll wear when you service men on your hands and knees as a submissive bottom slut. She stated in a sexy voice exciting me.



I don t know if I want to… I said reluctantly but unconvincingly.



Well I do I ll show you how to put the outfit on. She started to help me with the straps and buckles.



When she was done I looked in the mirror the image reflecting a leather clad submissive - the kind you would see in some gay magazine or bondage club.



See you look hot those men will just go ape shit when they see you. She said.



What men? I asked.



Don t worry about that you ask to many questions for a whore. Just do what you re told. She said forcefully.



Now were going to watch your debut performance. She popped in a DVD and started to undress then walked over to the closet and got out her strapon. She meant business.



There I was on Television down on my hands and knees oiled up and saying Yes please fuck me. Fuck my ass.



See you know what you want. She said rubbing lubricant on the strapon dildo.



The next scene showed me taking it at both ends. She simply said See you re just a slut. You want cock you need it. With that said she got into potion.



These rings on your outfit are so you can be suspended and this strap around your waist has a grip for whoever is fucking your ass so they can pull you back forcefully. She gave me a little education.



I was thinking suspended? when her grip tightened on that strap and she thrust her cock deeply into me all the way to the base in one smooth motion.



Ahhh honey oouch. I protested.



Shut up whore! Take that cock and watch the movie. She proceeded to mount me in every conceivable way possible as I watched myself play the part of a gay slut on the screen. She bounced off my ass thrusting in and out in and out in and out on and on.



Her athletic body pummeled me with such force that it was hard for me to keep steady. She was making a point that she could fuck me just as good as any man probably better because her cock never went soft and she was always ready. Her rhythm and intensity would change. I would get accustomed to her soft and shallow thrusts only to be surprised with hard and deep penetrations. I offered no resistance to her violent assault on my ass because it belonged to her and she could to do it whatever she wanted. What was I thinking? Who was I becoming?



By the time the DVD was over my ass was vigorously fucked she dismounted got dressed and said You can keep the DVD that way you ll always have a reminder of your first time. I think your performance was damn good considering it was your first. She continued I haven t decided to post it on the Internet or sell to some video company for distribution.



What!? You wouldn t do that would you? Please don t. I pleaded as I took the DVD from the drive on the verge of cracking it in two.



Oh that s your copy. I have another and I think it will be a best seller. She smiled mischievously. Was she joking? Would she do that to me?



Please don t. I implored.



Ok I won t I promise (she gave me a quick peck on the lips) but you have to do something for me. She handed me a business card.



Yes OK I will I promise. I said with relief and looked at the card. It was the business card for a manager of some club I was unfamiliar with both names. I looked up confused.



Anticipating my question she said That s the man who will show you the ropes.



She could tell I was slow on the uptake and explained He ll be your pimp and make all the arrangements. You ll make a good sex slave. You ve already gotten a good start. But there is only so much I can do to help you out because Girls aren t usually privy to what goes on in these places (she taped the business card with her finger). All I know is that they are wild just absolutely fucking wild



Her demeanor changed from sweet and soft to hard and demanding Now listen to me bitch (she grabbed the straps across my chest and jerked me forward) I want you to do as you re told but remember that I own you - NOT him. I m just letting him rent your ass out. GOT IT?



Any resistance melted away by my burning desire to submit I looked at her and said I understand. I ll do anything you want me to



She kissed me open mouthed and said softly That s my good little slut. Your such a nice whore – you ll make those horny guys so happy.



Then she whispered in my ear conspiratorially You can quit anytime you want or go as far as you want it s all up to you. Just remember I love you. She kissed me again deeply her tongue dancing and playing with mine.



I ve gotta go to work now but he is expecting your call - today. Bye-bye hon. She was gone too quickly.



After a few moments of reflection and apprehension I reached for the phone the receiver trembled in my hand (what was I doing?) I dialed the number. It rang once (could I really do this?). It rang twice (should I do this?).



The third ring was answered by a deep baritone voice Hello.



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Scene 3 & beyond – to be determined by reader suggestions just let me know what you want and I promise to deliver. I know this story was light on graphic sex but the philosophy of leaving them wanting more is a good one. Plus the setup is as import as the delivery so can you deliver?

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The Night Shift - Broken Heater

It had all started back in the winter of 06. I had been working at a Hotel as a Guest Service Representative GSR s they called us for about 4 months. Having just past my probationary period 4 weeks previous I was loving my job. Earning a higher than minimum wage I was finally able to start saving some money for my future. My girlfriend of a year and a half was extremely proud of me as well exclaiming how she couldn t believe the progress I had made in my life being that I had had difficulties holding down a job in the past. This one however was suiting me just fine.



Before we move on I suppose I should explain myself you see since I haven t always had tendencies or feelings towards the same sex (aka men). I used to be just as homophobic as the majority of guys you meet on the street. You know the ones they can t even comment on another mans looks without looks of shock and horror! Heh… I think however it had all stemmed from when I was around the age of 14 or 15. Having been taken out of school at an early age I didn t get the high school experience most boys did. I wasn t really exposed the high mini-skirts the low cut tops and the whole girlfriend thing. Perhaps another reason would have been because I had never thought myself to be good looking per-se being home all day does wonders to ones self esteem. Maybe I thought guys would treat me better? Or perhaps that they were less likely to judge me and more likely to just do me so to speak.



That as they say is all history. Now a days even though I am still quite shy I worry a lot less about what others think and more about how I feel I find myself to be a very handsome young man not being egotistical just stating what I see in the mirror. 5 11 dark brown hair brown eyes (with a tint of blue in the right eye) muscular arms well you get the picture. I do think however that having a partner whether it be girl or guy does amazing things for ones self esteem. Someone to make you feel like you belong make you feel wanted and needed and perhaps make you feel like your not so bad after all.



So there I was 21 years old working at the quaint hotel on the north side of town welcoming guests of all kinds!. Having been located not 5 minutes from the major highway and a bar to boot we would get folks coming in either dead tired or dead drunk wanting rooms. We had them all union workers railway workers construction workers police officers business men you name them we most likely got them. Most of them would only stay for a few days at a time but the few of them staying for week-long intervals is what kept the hotel going. It was great. Always meeting new people interacting with many different personalities. We got people from both ends of the spectrum ones that were funny and ones that were just down right rude but all were interesting in their own way.



Back then all I had wanted from a man was to please him pleasure him make him feel like a million bucks. It fascinated me watching porn how the girls would go down on the men. How deep they could go and how much they just seemed to love it. How they held the shaft of the mans dick slowly stroking him until the moment of truth when she wrapped her lips around the head of his smooth cock how they savoured his girth. Of course this was porn and I knew they were supposed to act that way but I was jealous and fascinated none the less. I must admit though that when it comes to taste in guys I am EXTREMELY shallow only wanting one thing a big cock. I would search endlessly for porn that starred guys with big cocks. The bigger the cock the hotter the guy. I don t care what color race weight shape they are if they have a big dick I want them. It is funny that I am this way because with women it is the complete opposite I only want some that loves me and someone that I can love in return but with men I am all about the raw power that comes from a guy with a massive dick. My one biggest (pardon the pun) fantasy was to swallow large cock and suck him until he explodes inside my mouth swallowing every last drop of cum. I dreamt of putting the head of the cock in my mouth for the first time and what it would taste like. The sensation of his shaft passing over my lips and across my tongue. The musky scent of a man as I took him all the way down my throat. Feeling the flesh of a mans cock as he gets harder and tighter as I slowly put him into my mouth for the first time. Many a night I jacked off to these thoughts… Cut or uncut bent (but not too bent) or straight I loved the look of a nice big juicy cock and I wanted it BAD.



It wasn t till halfway through December though that things started to change for me. Or rather get interesting. I had switched from doing daily Front Desk work to doing our Nightly Audit. It involved 3 hours of work and 5 hours of free time. It was in my opinion the easiest job I had ever had. During the nights you sort of gain a rep with a lot of the regulars. The railway workers were a hoot to talk to as they all seemed to be comedic geniuses no matter what mood I was in they could make me laugh like nobodies business. Then you d always get your grumpy business men who by talking to them you would think all they wanted to do was sleep but no they would stand there for hours just chatting away I attributed that to them being lonely. A few lookers but nothing to write home to mother about. We also had the Police Officers who came in at 3 in the morning from their late patrol shifts. There was one in particular however that I had gotten to know a fair bit. He had been coming for over 3 weeks by this point having to stay because of some dispute a town west of us. Every morning like clockwork he would arrive at 3:30am. He would come in and we would chat it up for a half hour and then he would head to his room on the second floor to sleep. Police men were of course paired up in 2 beds so as to save cost on rooms for the company. But there was never 2 officers in the same room at a time. As one left to go to work the other would come in to sleep. Brian (the Police Officer I had gotten to know) as I said would come in and we would chat for awhile and then he would head off to bed.



It went this way for awhile until the last few days of December when he had called me at about 4:00am because of a broken heater in his room. He explained to me that is was damn near freezing and needed to be taken care of right away.



Well no problem I ll be there in a few minutes I said.



I had had quite a bit of experience fixing heaters back home so I knew it wouldn t take long. So I locked up the Front Desk took the maintenance mans tool box and headed to his room. We had given him a room at the far end of the building almost secluded from the rest of the guests though he must have liked it this way because he never complained.



241 243 245 ah here I am .



I knocked gently on the door announcing in a low voice that it is Mike from the Front Desk. As he opened the door for me I nearly dropped the tool box. There he was wearing nothing on but a bath towel which was entirely too small for his muscular physique. Apparently he had set the heat when he first came in to the room and quickly jumped in to the hot shower expecting a nice warm room when he was done. Of course when he got out of the shower he as he said damn near froze to death . He had been spending his time waiting for me in the washroom which was still steamy and warm from his shower. Being about 35 at the time I d say he was in top shape not robustly built but not letting himself go either. I couldn t help but notice his muscular chest and chiseled arms.



He was quiet as I went over and started to work on the heater sitting on the bed behind me watching me repair the heater. Feeling slightly uncomfortable by the silence I struck up a conversation. I asked him if the heater had been working beforehand and to his knowledge it had been. All he or I could think of was that the previous officer had messed it up.



Damn hard isn t it? I had exclaimed while tinkering with the heater.



Sure is. he agreed.



Kneeling on the gray carpet trying to focus on fixing the heater all I could think of was him. I kept picturing his smooth shaved chest his strong chiseled arms and the little bit of stubble he always seemed to have gave him a roughness that drove my senses wild. My mind went back to the fantasies I would have about sucking dick and big cocks. Trying to maintain focus on the heater I had decided it wasn t getting fixed tonight looked as if a few parts had burnt out and we had no spares at the moment so I turned to tell him that I didn t think I could fix it and was caught off guard by a glimpse of his cock from underneath his towel. I quickly averted my eyes but from what I had seen it looked to be fairly large and cut. If I had to hazard a guess I d say it was about 5 and a half inches soft. I had a sneaking suspicion however he had noticed my accidental yet welcome gaze.



Well no worries. he said I guess I can always stay in the washroom till morning! he chuckled.



Just be thankful you have a towel to cover up with wouldn t want to get frostbite. I retorted.



We both laughed at that image. As he was laughing I caught another glimpse of his smooth shaft. This time however my gaze lasted a little longer. Perhaps too long as I flicked my eyes upward I noticed he had stopped laughing and was staring at me cock eyed (pun intended). At that point thoroughly embarrassed I apologized and started to get up. He however had plans of his own as he placed a firm hand on my shoulder and told me it was alright. He had no problem with it he wasn t shy about his body. And to ultimately prove his point he dropped his towel all together. It was all I could do to not outright stare. I kept looking down at the floor then back up to his dick.



It was incredible well hung cut perfectly and neatly trimmed. I noticed however that I was wrong about the size from close up it looked to be more about 6 inches soft. It was the quite frankly one of hottest things I had ever seen in my life. Out of reflex I became rock hard but I was determined to stay knelt down to hide my raging hard on. But he was determined to tease me his hands sliding up and down the shaft as if to say Ya I know my cock is great . I could feel myself licking my lips ever so slightly and he must have noticed too because he took a few steps forward bringing the tip of his dick to my lips.



Go on. he said We both know you want it .



That was for fucking sure! But I was hesitant. I had never done anything like this before I fantasized about it many times but I never actually thought it would happen yet here I was.



Come on give it a lick. It doesn t bite. he quipped playfully.



And with that I slowly opened my mouth feeling the heat rise off of his manhood I let my tongue out ever so slightly touching the tip of his dick tasting for the first time in my life his precum. It was different than what I thought it would be salty but somehow really sweet. Closing my eyes I savored the taste. Becoming more adventurous I rose up sliding my tongue along his smooth shaft feeling every crevice and vein taking in the musky aroma.



Slowly I reached up with my right hand and gently grasped his ever hardening cock. It was soft like babies skin yet firm and manly. I quietly opened my mouth further taking the head of his dick into my mouth. Concentrating on every bump feeling every vein sliding in to my mouth it was everything I imagined it would be and more. Having him in me nearly made me cum on the spot but I held back bringing his dick further deeper into my mouth. I could feel the blood rushing into his shaft stiffing the muscle forcing his cock to harden quickly overwhelming my mouth with its girth. By the time he was fully erect he must have been at least 9 inches.



As I worked my way down the side of his long rigid shaft consuming all that I could letting every one of my senses go to work and take in what I was doing he stopped me. Surprised I looked up and he told me to follow him to the washroom where it was warmer. I Silently obeyed walking behind him into the washroom he closed the door and locked it. Misty and bright I was now able to inspect him in full. He was a magnificent specimen.



As I stood there taking in his form he brought his hands up to my shoulders and gently guided me back down to his throbbing cock. Grasping him between both of my hands sliding them up and down his shaft I brought my mouth back up to the head of his cock working my tongue along the underside of the head. Being a guy myself I know how much I love that and I could tell he loved it just as much since he placed his hands on the back of my head pushing me further down on to his cock. Freeing my hands I let them explore his waist bringing my left hand to his balls I gently gave them a firm squeeze. Moaning he pushed my head more firmly on his cock as I worked his manhood I couldn t help but moan as well. He seemed to enjoy the added vibration of my voice as he grunted even louder.



As I knelt there giving this man this police officer a blow job I couldn t help but be awe struck by what I was actually doing. My dreams and my fantasies were finally coming true. It was so hot and I was so horny I took out my own cock with my free hand and began jacking off. As I started squeezing and rubbing my dick quickly and furiously I came all over his feet and at the height of my orgasm having convulsed so much forcing my mouth to suck deeper and harder thrusting my head down on his cock he quickly exploded as well. Holding my head tightly against his cock as he shot load after load down into my throat I swallowed it all and it tasted wonderful. All of my senses peaked and slowly brought me back to reality. I can honestly say that was the best orgasm of my life.



As the moments passed I felt his cock softening in my mouth. Wanting to do him a favour I cleaned him up licking the extra cum off of his shaft. He appreciated that a lot I think. After we had cleaned up and he had gotten dressed I apologized for not being able to fix his heater. He told me it was no problem and perhaps he would give me another call tomorrow night to see if I could try again. Agreeing I walked back down to the front desk finished my shift went home to bed waiting eagerly for the next day to arrive.

Gay Lifeguard gives mouth to cock.

Straightening Out Wrinkles Ch. 02

Straightening Out Wrinkles Ch. 2: Next Time.



Meet him at the same pub. Him with four other men (Doug Dave Jeff Harry) all in 50’s.



Have me suck them off in toilet. Pisspot.



Taken to a quiet park and I get ganged by this group of older men. Have to suck each to erection and take each load up my arse.



Friday came all too slowly. I arrived at the pub early what was the point of not appearing eager I was! I had my second drink in hand when Malcolm entered and ignoring me made his way across to a table where four other men had been sitting drinking. I’d caught them looking at me and realised that Malcolm must have said something to them.



Malcolm still ignored me and I didn’t dare approach him unless he gave me some sign. After all a man may not like his mates knowing he ploughed men’s arses and got sucked off in public places.



I had another drink and had to go to the loo. As I made my way towards the toilet door I noticed one of the men at Malcolm’s table lean across and say something to him Malcolm nodded. I entered the toilet and stood at the urinal my cock was erect and the dildo was rubbing in all the right places deep in my rectum. The man who’d already been there zipped up and left not before I noticed he had a long thin one leaving the toilet fortunately empty.



Just then the door opened and I quickly stopped stroking my cock luckily it was Malcolm. He coughed and nodded to the cubicle where he’d had me suck him off the previous week.



I quickly stepped into the booth and sat upon the toilet. I closed my eyes and opening my mouth wide waited for his lovely thick cock to be pushed inside.



“You slut” He derisively said. “Anyone could come in just now and see what you’re doing.”



I opened my eyes to see he’d not closed the door of the cubicle and I was exposed to the room. The door did open and some men came in it was Malcolm’s mates.



I was sitting on the toilet erection out mouth still wide in lust and shock.



Malcolm spoke to the four new men. “See I told you he was a slut!”



The four laughed two moved to the urinal and the other two leant against the sinks to watch.



Malcolm nodded to me and I reached out and unzipped him. He was already hard and drooling as I pulled his cock and balls free of his trousers. My hand trembled as I proceeded to perform the most obscene of acts in full view of the door which could open at any time and reveal to whoever was there what a wanton faggot slut I was.



“Suck it poofter.” Malcolm commended and I did as he said. I placed my mouth over the head of his cock and swallowed as quickly as I could. In no time I was down to his pubes I was really ready this time.



One of the men at the sinks groaned “My god he’s doing it right down to the balls!”



Malcolm agreed. “Not bad for a faggot. I won’t be long then you can all have a turn. Can’t they slut?”



I mumbled my consent and nodded bobbing up and down on his cock.



Malcolm stepped into the cubicle causing me to remove his erection from my mouth and closed the door behind him. The four others could be heard discussing what they’d just seen. Obviously they’d never had sex with a man but they were very interested to ‘have a go at him.’



Malcolm had me remove my clothes fold them and put them on the cistern. Now naked he made me squat and reveal the dong inside my arse. Satisfied that I’d done as I was told he had me sit astride the toilet again.



“I need to piss real bad slut and you’re going to be my pisspot.”



I was about to protest when I heard the door of the toilet open and more men enter. Malcolm took my head in his hands as he had done last time and pushed his cock into my throat as before. He grunted and wriggled his hips to get himself comfortably set in my throat.



“Here it comes slut.” He whispered and I felt the piss run down his urethra across my tongue and straight into my gullet. I couldn’t taste it as he was so deep but the thrill of being such a slut had me pulling my cock furiously as he emptied his bladder into me.



His thick cock began to harden even more as he finished pissing but he pulled it out and wiped the drips in my hair.



“Later slut.” He said and zipping up left the cubicle.



Dave



One of Malcolm’s friends entered the cubicle I saw a complete stranger behind him suddenly stare at me naked upon the toilet as the door opened and closed. Malcolm’s friend didn’t speak he just pulled his cock out and poked it at my face. I leant forward and licked the head as it emerged from it’s foreskin as he hardened. He moaned slightly then grabbed my head and just rammed it into my throat. His cock was long and thin ideal for deep throat.



I gagged and heaved but he pumped away with all his might for about a minute then groaned and holding me against his crotch shot his load into my stomach to join Malcolm’s piss. His mates outside the cubicle made various crude comments about his lasting powers and like for poofter sex.



I kept sucking until he pulled a wet slimy cock from my face and indicated I should clean it. I licked it clean and he began to twitch again.



“I still need a piss. Do you really drink it?” he asked.



“I opened my mouth wide and looking him in the eye nodded slowly.



He groaned again and sank his cock into my throat. This time he didn’t pump away but a look of concentration came to his face and then I felt his piss begin to flow. He must have had a bladder like a football as he seemed to piss for ages and I began to get short of breath but just as I was beginning to panic he stopped and pulled out. Gasping for air I licked him clean and ticked his cock away. He gave me a bewildered smile and shaking his head left the cubicle to be replaced by another. The stranger was still there.



Jeff



This friend just unzipped and took out an average sized cock. It was very veiny and beginning to rise as he pulled it out but just as I leant forward to suck it he sprayed me with hot piss.



“Catch it slut.” He commended.



I opened my mouth wide and he pissed straight into me. I swallowed as quickly as I could but a lot just poured all over me. The noise of the piss hitting the floor and splashing across me as I swallowed as fast as I could was so disgusting it made me blush! The men outside the cubicle made more obscene comments.



As he finished pissing the door opened into the toilet and more people came in. The comments stopped and the man in with me grinned as he reached for my head.



“Do it.” Was all he said.



I sucked him into my throat and bobbed my head up and down to face fuck his cock as he stood rock steady. His cock became unbelievable hard and the thick veins stood out to create extra friction across my lips down and down my gullet. Slurping sounds issued from my face but I was past caring and anyway he came inside two minutes. Another cock shoved deep and held in place as its owner added to the pool of piss and semen I’d consumed in the last 10 minutes.



He pulled out and wiped his cock on my face before pulling the door open and leaving. While the stranger still watched the third of Malcolm’s mates stepped inside.



Doug



“I’m Doug.” He said and then introduced me to Doug’s best mate. Doug turned out to have an Indian Father and his cock was surprisingly dark. It was already erect about 7 inches long and smooth. He pushed it into my face and fucked me quickly.



“Lick the underside.” He commanded as he pumped away. Very quickly he also shot a load of hot semen into me. His was bitter and thin but there was a lot of it and I dribbled it down my chin and chest onto my own cock that was aching to cum as I very carefully stroked it without making myself cum. I knew that if I did I was in danger of just loosing control and I didn’t trust myself if that happened.



Doug pulled out and left the cubicle door open for the last of Malcolm’s mates to enter. The stranger still watched.



I don’t think anyone else could see into the cubicle as the stranger took up the best vantage point but it was a thrill to think that a complete stranger was listening to my debauchery and knowing I was being used and what for!



Harry



Harry the fourth man was hairy really hairy. He had Italian parents and was a beefy man with a thick vicious looking cock jutting from a thick mat of black pubes. Only about 6 inches long his cock was at least as thick as Malcolm’s and thicker than anyone of the other mates.



He already and it out when he entered the cubicle and he didn’t waste any time. Without closing the door he aimed his cock at my face and pissed and strong stream towards me. I opened my mouth and tried to catch as much as possible but was soon soaked. The stranger just stared goggle eyed.



Harry’s stream slowed down and I descended upon his cock to suck him dry. He moaned and humped his hips forward as my lips and tongue came into contact with his thick cock. He closed his eyes and pumped his hips spasmodically as he quickly came in my mouth. He groaned aloud with no pretence of shame or caution.



“Drain it you queer. Suck those big ding balls dry!”



I did as I was told and he quickly shivered to a halt letting his cock fall from my mouth.



We’d been lucky and no-one had entered the toilet.



As Harry flipped his shrinking cock into his trousers he told me to get dressed and meet all of them in the car park in ten minutes. He turned to leave just as someone else entered the room. He laughed crudely to the stranger who’d watched it all.



“Go on mate give him one for the road.”



In a flash the stranger was in the cubicle and closed the door. He whipped out a raging erection that was already drooling precum.



“This is the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard of.” He announced as he pushed his cock into my face.



I took hold of it and licked the head. He shivered and groaned and let a spray of piss go right into my face. He kept going as I engulfed hid cock to the balls and swallowed every drop. All through this procedure he kept repeating “I don’t believe this is happening.”



He finished pissing and began fucking my face. I was dripping piss and sweat and semen from everywhere. He just used me for the 3 or so minutes he took to cum and then grunting like a pig he added his load to the rest I’d swallowed and worn. He pulled out for the last two shots and his were shots that splashed against my face.



I kissed his cock and gave it a quick sloppy suck to clean it then he put it away and left.



I closed the cubicle door and using toilet paper wiped myself as dry as I could before dressing and rushing to the car park.



***



Dave the first of Malcolm’s mates to use me with his long thin cock had a people mover van and they were all standing by it as I emerged from the pub into the car park. Malcolm signalled me over and did quick introductions. The second to have me was Jeff whose veiny cock had given me a sore throat. Doug had introduced himself in the cubicle and Harry was the hairy ding.



Harry asked if the other bloke had taken up the offer to which I replied truthfully. He shook his head in amazement and disgust. “You really found a cheap faggot slut this Mal.”



We all got into the van after I’d quickly stripped. Dave drove with Doug in the front. The others got in the back with me and all got their cocks out. Malcolm’s was the biggest and only one that hadn’t cum yet so it was this one I was bent over first. As we travelled to the park where they were going to abuse me I sucked licked wanked and played with all of them. Dave was distracted from driving and so I got my arse slapped for being a cheap slut and causing a hazard on the road. With the lights on inside the cabin trucks busses and the like passing us could see what was going on in the van and various horns were sounded as we drove along.



While I sucked at Doug’s dark cock Malcolm shoved fingers up my arse and pulled out the dong making me try and completely swallow the cock in my face as I anally came. Jeff and Harry were amazed and would have fucked me there and then but we had arrived at the park anyway.



***



We stopped next to a barbeque and table and I was told to get out and lie across the table face up. Each of the five of them stripped off and climbed onto the table over me. They again pissed on me aiming at my face mostly.



Malcolm had me demonstrate my anal wanking with the dong as Jeff filmed the events. When I sat down and the dong disappeared completely inside Malcolm said I was ready.



I’d been ready for a bloody week!!!



Malcolm shoved his fingers up me and pulled the dong out before rolling me onto my belly and stepping between my thighs. His cock was pushed straight up me and he began to fuck my already sloppy hole. He groaned as he entered the deep open hot interior and commended me to fuck his balls dry.



I humped back against each thrust he made as he completely pulled out and then buried it to the hilt. The hot and cold effect of my rectum and the night air contrasted so much he was sweating and grunting within five minutes. I was groaning like a virgin when Doug stepped forward and pushed his cock into my face. With only an average cock he didn’t think he’d even touch the sides after the dong and Malcolm’s big cock.



Malcolm was approaching orgasm and pounding me furiously when Doug suddenly shot into my mouth. I was surprised he was so quick and most of it splashed onto my face to be captured by the flash of the camera.



Malcolm groaned and lifted me up as he’d done the first time on his dinning table. This gave Harry the chance to scoot up onto the table.



He lay back and as Malcolm lowered me down Harry took over.



He had me kneel astride him and lower my hole onto his thick ding cock. It was wider than Malcolm but not a long and got a good feel of it as he had me pumping up and down. Soon however he felt my hole was too loose and had Jeff get behind me.



“Fuck this bitch with me Jeff he’s too loose to get me off.” He said. I was mortified and nearly came. My groans were disgusting and they all loved to hear see and use such a slut.



Jeff’s cock had left my throat sore and now alongside Harry’s it was going to rip my hole open.



Harry held me still and forced his thick meat right up me. Jeff placed his cock head against my hole. “Here it comes slut.” And thrust into me.



I screamed and begged them to stop. “You’re tearing me.” I cried but they both began to fuck me anyway. The two cocks soon set up an alternate rhythm so that one was penetrating me as the other left. My moaning was still excessive or so they felt so Malcolm gagged me with his cock.



All three men fucked me as they wished to as Dave and Doug used the video and still camera to record the obscenity.



Harry emptied his balls first but Jeff wasn’t far behind. Being astride Harry meant that most of the contents of my fucked out arsehole were pooling on his crotch semen covered him from the waist down around his hairy balls and arse. When they pulled out and Malcolm consented to my mouth being removed from his cock I was set to sucking and licking Harry clean this took some time!



Bent as I was from the waist the others took turns fucking me while photos were taken. My balls were stretched and slapped my arse filled with cock and eventually Dave cleaned me out with a high colonic piss enema. The heat of the stream of piss shooting directly into my body made my hole contract and cum. I groaned as loud as every begging them “Let me cum fuck me use me fist me ruin my hole!”



They heard the last and Malcolm stopped everything.



I was begging to be used.



“Not now poofter boy. I think you’re going to regret being such a slut and begging for such disgusting things.”



I trembled on my knees at their feet as they discussed how best to use me. Harry just wanted the whore me out to anyone who wanted a hole. They all agreed and as they did so a grabbed my cock shoved my other hand up my arse. As they watched and photographed me I lead in the dirt jerking off until I came and passed out.



I awoke in the van on the way back to the car park. The dong was ‘back where it belonged’ and I was clean well washed off under a tap in the park. I was still naked I was bruised stretched sore and satisfied. I groped my hole and could still feel the puffy lips they’d given me. The end of the dong was within reach of a finger and I prodded it as I lead across the back seat listening to them discussing how to make me earn my keep for them.



My cock again became hard I felt ashamed of myself but couldn’t help it and I began to wank again. Just as we got to the car park I was getting close to cumming and couldn’t hide the wanking any more.



Malcolm made me stop and when we pulled up in the now deserted car park he made me get out naked. In the glare of the headlights they watched me wank into my hand while fucking the dong in and out of my arse. I came as the dong disappeared inside me. They drove off throwing my clothes out as they left and telling me to wait for a call.



I didn’t even bother to drag on my clothes just found my keys a falling into the car drove home to recover.