gay first time

The next morning when I awoke, all I saw was beautiful, naked bodies strewn around in all manners of collapse. I walked outside and Mike was sitting at the picnic table sipping a coffee.

“Coffee’s on,” Mike said, “Lets go get you one.”

“Even though they are all unconscious, they all looked totally delicious, don’t they?” I commented.

“Have you noticed how satisfied the guys cocks look? Passed out and laying there naked, their cocks look so wonderful. I swear they are smiling,” Mike smirked.

I looked at him and asked, “Do you enjoy cock too Mike?” He looked at me, grinned broadly and nodded affirmatively.

“Damn, I am glad to hear that. My mouth has been watering trying to figure out how I could get my lips around your hot cock myself,” I exclaimed.

He told me he figured I did too because no couple could be as hot as we were without me having had a cock or two in my mouth.

I laughed. “Does Tracy know?”

“She loves watching me with a nice one in my mouth, and elsewhere.”

I told him Connie simply loves watching me too. She gets so hot, she can cum just watching.

“I wish these guys were, can you imagine the fun we’d have. The girls are all bi and now we’ve got them turned on to anal and double penetration. Do you think it would freak them out?” I asked.

“Don’t know,” Mike stated. “Well, we’ve got some of the guys awake, better go and see who needs coffee.”

“No matter what Mike, before you leave, I want some of that cock…okay?”

“I can’t wait…and I want yours too.”

We opened the door of his coach and yelled to the guys, “Who wants coffee?”

They staggered over and climbed inside. “How is everyone this morning?

They grinned and said last night was the greatest night of their life. I laughed and said “Oh hell, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

“How long have you guys known each other,” I asked.

They replied that they have known each other for many, many years.

“I wondered because you didn’t seem to be uncomfortable with each others nakedness. When we first met you on the road, you had no qualms getting naked in front of each other.”

They told me that they had seen each other naked many times, in gym class and elsewhere. I asked them where elsewhere was.

Bob explained that one of their fathers had a stash of x-rated DVD’s and they had been jerking off to them for a few years. They said they were really hot and they loved to get together and jack off together to them.

I asked them, “Have you ever touched each others cocks.”

There was a stunned silence and the young guys all turned red. Finally, Phil admitted,”We have jerked each other off.”

“Did you enjoy having another guys hand on your cocks?” They all nodded that it was so very hot.

By now, Mike and I noticed that all four had raging hardons.

“Have you taken it any further guys? I mean have any of you tasted each others cum? What about sucking each others cocks?”

They stammered no when Mike inquired why they all had hardons right now? They just looked at us but it seemed they were afraid to say anything.

“Gary, they all have gorgeous, hot hardons right now. I bet they all have wanted to get their cocks sucked by their friends. What do you think?”

“I agree, from the looks of their boxers, I know it.”

“Well guys…are we right?”

They look sheepishly at one another but they all nod in agreement.

Get your shorts off guys….Mike and I want to show you something.

They stood and their boxers fall to the floor. Four magnificent rigid cocks sprang out, standing proud and hard. Mike and I got naked and our cocks join in. I look at Mike and he is licking his lips as am I.

I take my hand and grabbed Mike’s cock and point at the delicious mound of precum that was leaking from his terrific cock. “Do you see this…it is called precum. Have any of you ever tasted this? It is delicious. Well…have you?”

They all nodded that they have but said they had never tasted anyone elses.

I asked, “Would you like to taste it now?” They said they did.

I told them we’d would show them and sank to my knees. The tip of my tongue swirled over the tip of Mikes fine cock.

The sight of this made their cocks harder than ever before.

They were all leaking huge amounts of precum. Eyes were wide open in amazement as my tongue and lips covered the tip of Mikes hard, hot cock. My hands caressed his swollen ball sac as I gently licked and sucked the sweet precum from his fine cock.

I looked at the guys and they were all stroking their hot cocks. “Fuck, that is so hot!” they exclaimed.

“Try it guys. Lean over and lick the tip of each others cock. Taste their sweet precum, I know you are going to love it.”

They look at each other, first Jim then Randy leaned over and Mike and I told them exactly what to do.

Jim leaned into Phil and Randy bent over to Bob. The sounds of soft moans wafted into the air as they each took turns extracting the sweet clear liquid from the tip of each others cock.

When the precum was gone, they sat up. They each had a smile on their faces and told us that they each had secretly wanted to try that for a long time.

We told them that was just the beginning. I took Mikes cock again and ran my hands all over it. They watched as my hands caressed his cock. I took his cock and with my index finger, I placed it just under the head and held his cock tight to his stomach, fully exposing the soft, sensitive underside of his hard cock.

I got back down on my knees and licked Mikes balls. My tongue lavished pleasure to him as I lifted his balls and swirled my tongue around and over his tight sack. As I moved up and his rigid shaft met my mouth and tongue, they watched as my tongue flattened and I began long strokes up the underside of his cock bringing him as much pleasure as possible. The guys watched in amazement as Mike’s cock responded to my tongue. I took my finger away from the tip and his engorged dick sprang into my waiting face.

The look on the guys faces told me they knew what was coming as I opened my mouth and took Mikes delicious cock into my mouth. Mike began to slowly fuck my hot mouth as my tongue swirled along the sensitive underside. The guys sat there in amazement, stroking each other as they watched me suck Mike deeper and deeper into my mouth.

“This is so fucking amazing!” Jim gasped.

“Watch this,” Mike stated as he felt himself hit the back of my throat. The guys saw that about three inches of his cock was still not in my mouth. “My cock is at the back of Gary’s mouth. It can’t go in any farther, can it?”

I grabbed his ass and relaxed and opened my throat. Mikes cock began to sink fully into my throat.

“Holy Fuck!”, they exclaim as my lips are tight into Mikes pubes. “That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”

“If you think it is hot, you have no idea until it is you doing it to your buddies!”, Mike exclaimed. “Cocksucking, like fucking and eating pussy properly, is an art form and I can tell you this, Gary is an artist.”

Mikes cock is still in my mouth as he continues telling the guys how good it is and that if they are going to be really please their women, they need to know how to do this properly because many women really get turned on by it.

I pull Mikes cock from my throat and look at the guys. “Well, what do you think?”

The guys agreed that it was smokin hot.

I ask them if they want to try it. They are already stroking each other and they laugh, “Hell yes”.

“If you do exactly what I did to Mike, to your buddies and they do it to you that way, you will all thoroughly learn to love the taste and texture of any hot cock.” I told them. “Now, just like you did with the precum, give it a try.”

Phil and Randy slid off the sofa and onto their knees. Mike and I gave them pointers as they experienced their first male to male blowjob. Bob and Jim were the first to receive the oral ministrations and they closed their eyes and lay back and enjoyed. Phil and Randy were good students and it seemed to be totally turning them on from the way their cocks were swelling up.

There was some gagging but they learned how to avoid that pretty rapidly. We watched as they licked and sucked the cocks before them. We told them to touch their balls gently while you suck them.

“Do to them exactly what you enjoy yourself. Make them feel good just like you want to feel. It is your first time so don’t worry if you make a mistake. That happens at first but it’s okay.” Mike told them.

“Don’t make them cum yet.” I said. “You’ll have plenty of time later today to taste lots of sweet cream. Now switch places.”

The guys changed places and we gave the other guys the same pointers as they eagerly sucked their friends. They were good students and the new ones were just as eager as the first two. Their enthusiastic mouths were working nicely on their friends tall firm cocks. There were lots of moans and groans as it was obvious that they were all enjoying each other tremendously.

I looked across to my coach and saw Connie and the girls coming towards us. As she approached, she saw me and I put two fingers to my lips to tell her to be quiet but to come in. Connie stopped and told the girls to be very quiet and Tracy quietly opened the coach door and they silently walked in and saw what was going on.

Connie and Tracy smiled broadly and the girls stood there, first in shock and disbelief, then amazement and finally, grinning broadly.

Maria was the first to speak and what she said was memorable. “Without a doubt, this is simply the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Don’t stop guys, suck those cocks. My pussy is gushing. Oh yes, swallow those beautiful cocks. Fuck, look at my nipples they are hard as a rock. I am fucking love this!”

The guys stopped what they were doing, embarrassed, as hell, but at her words and the enthusiastic response from the others, the guys heads went back to the cocks before them.

I looked at the girls and explained that it was only fair as the girls could do all of us but the guys were limited to just the girls.

They all nodded in agreement, never a one taking their eyes off the hot cocks sliding in and out of the boys eager lips. In a heartbeat, all bathing suits were gone and the girls were face first into sweet pussy and ass.

The boys continued changing places, sucking, licking and tasting sweet cock while the girls licked each others twats with a renewed gusto.

Connie came over to me and Tracy to Mike. They were grinning like Cheshire cats. “I can’t believe this but holy fuck, I’m so fucking horny now baby. Thank you!”, she gushed as she planted a wet one on my lips. What else have you taught them?”

“This is it…so far.” I whispered. “The day is young yet and they are eager so I’m sure they will learn more before this day is out.”

“So how did this start?” Tracy asked.

“Gary started asking them some questions and based on their answers he showed them some things on me. They got so turned on that they wanted to try it themselves.” Mike replied. “Oh God, he is a fantastic cocksucker Tracy…Oh Fuck, he is good, I can’t wait to really get it on with him.”

Tracy smiled warmly, leaned over to me, pressed her body tightly against mine and sank her tongue deep into my throat. This gorgeous creature was all over me as she looked up and into my eyes. “I didn’t think it could happen but today promises to be better than before.”

“Fellas, I want to show you something.” I said as I grabbed two of the women and took them over to the guys on the sofa. The two with cocks in their mouths stood up and left two very, very hard men sitting there.

I grabbed Maria and Paula and took them to Jim and Phil who were seated and spun them around facing backwards towards the guys. “Sit on their cocks girls.” They sank their tight twats onto the rigid men and slid down. I told the Bob and Jim to get down and lick the cocks and clits as the men fuck the girls. The guys, now eager for cock, dove in and gently started licking the hot, protruding clits and hard cocks as they sank deep inside the girls.

The women had never experienced a cock inside them and lips on their clits simultaneously. They screamed in ecstacy. The guys dove in enthusiastically. Tammy and Jill began to frantically suck Bob and Jim and everyone was in heaven.

I looked over and Mike’s fingers were in Connie’s dripping pussy as were mine in Tracy. We watched silently as they explored, tasted and moved on to new heights. They changed places repeatedly until everyone had experienced each amazing position. As instructed, the boys had not cum yet. A good thing because this was going to be a long day.

When everyone had tried every position, Connie announced that she needed breakfast. She opened the door and walked bare assed over to our coach with Tracy in tow. The girls looked shocked until Mike said, “It is a Monday morning, the park is empty and if anyone sees us…fuck em. Literally and figuratively.”

I laughed and headed out the door, my hardon taking the lead.

The girls laughed and headed over to help make breakfast.

Mike and I made fresh coffee and headed out to the picnic table with the guys. The cool morning air felt good on our naked bodies. “Well guys, how do you feel?”, I asked.

They each said they felt strange and different but they really liked the feeling but that they were not as good at it as I was. I told them that would come. They asked how I took all of Mike that deep into my throat.

“When his cock hit the back of my mouth, I took a breath, totally relaxed and opened my throat so he could sink his cock down my throat. When you try it, you will gag but if you really relax and keep trying, you get the hang of it. Practice and you will get good. Think of it this way, you are just turning your throat into a vagina.

“When you are home, you will have all the time in the world to practice on each other but, in the meantime, just enjoy each other.”

Mike and I explained that we had more yet to teach the guys.

“The girls sure enjoyed what you were doing”, Mike exclaimed.

They nodded in agreement.

Inside my coach, the conversation was so hot. The girls were oozing as they talked about how hot it was just watching the boys suck cock. Maria said she damned near came right on the spot. Tracy said she always loved watching Mike with a cock in his mouth or up his ass.

“Up his ass…Oh wow, that is so hot. Does Gary like being fucked too?”, Maria asked.

Connie explained that I love men and women equally. “He adores a hot cock in his ass and his mouth and when he gets started, he can’t stop.

“When it happens, I can’t stop cumming. The sight of a man impaled on a cock on either or preferably both ends drives me simply wild.”

Tracy agreed and said Mike is the same way.

“How do we get these guys to enjoy it in the ass, Maria asked?

Tracy smiled and said, “When you are sucking them, lube up your fingers and start finger fucking their ass. Get them used to one finger and then two and then three and they will beg for more.”

Connie laughed and stated that she is betting that Mike and Gary are telling the boys about that right now. She laughed loudly and Tracy took that bet.

Outside, Mike was telling them that there is no feeling in the world like having a cock in your throat and one in your ass. The guys eyes widened and said they had only seen that kind of thing at the porno theater.

“Does it hurt in your ass?” Phil asked.

“Initially yes but if the girls know what to do, they will loosen up your ass for you. To be honest, when a cock hits your sphincter the first few times, it is going to hurt like hell no matter what. The pain will be extreme the first time but it only lasts a few minutes however, if you want to try it, here is a little secret for you. When you feel a cock hit your sphincter, bear down on it like you are going to the bathroom. It will open your ass and the cock will slide in. Once it is in, you stop fucking and let it rest and get accustomed to having a cock in there. After about a minute, your body will relax and you will be able to slowly start fucking it.”

I told them, “If you are the one doing the fucking, it will be the tightest and hottest fuck you ever had. If you are the one being fucked it will give you a totally different type of orgasm. It will be an entire body orgasm and it will blow your mind.”

“After you are finished fucking a guys ass, make sure that you suck their cock and let them powerfully cum in your mouth, unless they have already cum from someone else sucking them while they are being fucked,” Mike explained. “After I am fucked, I cum like a freaking racehorse.”

“Plus, if you want to try it, I have something to really make it special. Ahhh breakfast is served”.

The air is warm, the bounty of nakedness and the underlying lust is inspiring. We laughed and commented on what happened earlier. The girls reiterated that they were so turned on and the guys said that their lust level had notched up so far it wasn’t funny. They agreed and each expressed their feelings and the consensus was that they all thought that stuff like this only happened in movie theaters and that they would never experience it themselves.

“I feel so free now.” Paula exclaimed. “I have always been proud of my body and now, I am not ashamed of my feelings. From the time I discovered boys, I have had fantasies but I never acted on them. As I got older, the girls and I experimented and we loved it but even though I have always craved this, I never had the guts to act on it until now. For years, my pussy ached for the thrill of what I’ve experienced here with you guys. You have no idea how much I love you.”

Maria and the rest agreed.

“Mike and Gary have taught us some new things and from what I now know, there are a few things yet to learn,” Phil giggled. “And I for one, am anxious to learn.

The other guys nodded in agreement and Connie looked at me questioningly.

I unobtrusively held up one, then two and then three fingers. She smiled and so did the other girls. They had seen what I had done. I didn’t know what the girls had talked about inside or if they would even have a clue.

Leave it to our sweet Maria to burst out and say, “Oh WOW, you’re going to try anal too. You’ll love it, I adore it. Don’t worry guys, we’ll help you. We know what to do to make you feel so good.”

The guys froze dead in their tracks. Their eyes wide. “It wouldn’t bother you if we did it?” Bob inquired.

“Bob, when we walked in on you guys earlier, seeing you sucking a gorgeous beautiful cock got me so wet I came right there and then. The very thought of me being able to lower my steaming hot pussy onto your wonderful mouth, lean over and suck your hot cock while watching another cock drive deep inside you had me cccummiing again!” Tammy stuttered as she had a climax right then and there.

“Personally, if what I think is going to happen, happens, I want all of you to be familiar with anything and everything erotic. Look, speaking only for myself but women can search ten lifetimes and never find such wonderful guys like you. I’m not about to let any of you go!”, Jill gushed breathlessly.

There was a chorus of agreement amongst the women and the guys just smiled happily.

After coffee and fresh rolls, we headed to the pool for a refreshing dip. Of course, we all wore our suits on the way to the pool. As we got there, the park manager rolled up on his golf cart and motioned Mike and I over to him at the gate. We greeted him warmly and he returned the greeting.

“I noticed you having breakfast in the nude this morning and that you don’t have any worries as the park is indeed empty. If anyone does come in, we’ll put them on the exact other side of the park. I couldn’t help but notice that the women were, indeed, some of the sexiest I have ever seen. We envy you.”

“We?, Mike asked.

“My wife and I,” he explained.

We invited them to join us if they wanted.

“I doubt that you would enjoy what my wife and I enjoy and besides, they are in our late 50′s and You are so much younger.”

Mike and I laughed and asked him if he meant we wouldn’t like an older bi couple and he just stared at us.

He kinda gulped and said, “Yes.”

We assured him that we were all bi and not to worry.

“Besides I noticed your blonde, statuesque wife when we checked in and she was definitely smoking hot. You look in shape and have a great personality too. We’d love to have you join us.”

He said he’d ask his wife and let us know in a few minutes.

We went back to the pool and called a quick meeting. We explained the situation and they all agreed that that would be wonderful.

Mark, the park manager came back in a few minutes and told us his wife was completely into it. Apparently she had seen us as well.

It seems the guy who is on the desk is someone they play with and they told him to keep our part of the park completely private.

A few minutes later, this tall, gorgeous Scandinavian blonde pulled up on her golf cart and introduced herself and Inga. She headed to the pool where we introduced her to Connie and Tracy who were already licking their lips at the sight of this woman.

Mark grabbed my arm and asked, “How did I know he was bi?”

“You couldn’t keep your eyes of Mike’s or my packages.” I laughed. He grinned broadly, licking his lips.

I looked and Inga stood there, naked, statuesque and pierced on both nipples and her delicious labia. I slipped out of my suit and my cock sprang to attention. As Mark undressed, Connie and Tracy stared in amazement at his truly enormous cock. It had to be about 10 inches and thick as a baseball bat. Mike and I saw that and smiled and knew our asses were gonna get a workout.

Inga walked over to me, threw her arms around me and kissed me deeply. My hands held her magnificent breasts while my fingers began playing and teasing her nipple piercings. She inhaled sharply and stuck her tongue deeper into my mouth.

I felt her hand drop and fall to my very stiff cock and my fingers began to pull on the clit ring so prominently displayed. She was already wet and she sunk to her knees and looked deep into my eyes. “Darling, let me officially welcome you to our park”, she cooed as her lips opened and she began to lick my cock expertly.

I leaned back and allowed this goddess to have her way with me. I glanced around and Connie and Tracy were working on Marks enormous pile driver. Everyone was naked and everyone was fucking, sucking and having fun.

Inga played with my ass, sticking her fingers deep into my aching asshole. Her hot mouth wildly sucked and toyed with my cock.

Mark came up behind her and reached in and caressed her wonderful tits. He sank to his knees and began to play with her hot pussy. His fingers slipped inside her and his hand was filled with her sweet wetness. He pulled her up and sank his gorgeous cock deep inside her.

With each thrust, her mouth drove deeper onto my inflamed cock. Her mouth was a miracle. Her tongue fabulously playing and teasing my hot cock.

Mike pulled out and sank lower and began tonguing her sweet hot asshole. She moaned and pushed her fabulous ass hard against his tongue.

When she was totally wet, he sank his fingers into her flowing pussy and then into her inflamed ass. She moaned around my cock and wiggled her ass deep onto Mikes fingers. Mike took his engorged cock and slid it into her Inga’s tight ass. She let out a sigh and he felt his cock head move into her willing ass.

He looked at me and said that he was in. I pulled them both towards me and slid my cock deep into her insatiable pussy. Her vagina clamped down on my cock as Mike began a rhythmic stroking.

I felt his cock on top of mine through the thin membrane of her vagina and ass as we doubled this goddess. My hand tugged on the clit ring as she shoved her tongue deeper into me. Mikes rhythm built up steam and our collective breathing began to increase and the friction between our cocks made them swell enormously.

We drove our cocks as deep as possible, as fast as possible and Inga let out a shriek that could wakened the dead. Her hips started bucking and thrashing about on our poles as wave after wave of pure bliss washed over her.

Mike and I kept pumping. I felt him swell further against my own engorged cock and I knew we were about to blow magnificent loads deep inside her hot, demanding body.

His thrusts increased rapidly and I felt his cum travel along his long cock and spewed into her savory asshole. The erotic bliss of his cock unloading inside her made my cock explode in a fountain of sweet, salty cum as I creamed her succulent pussy.

“Fuck my ass!” she screamed. “Fuck my hot ass and fill my pussy you bastards! Don’t stop reaming me and filling me. I want your cocks, oh yes, more cocks, fill my greedy twat with your hot cum!” she demanded.

I bit her nipple and she erupted and her body flew in every direction as she rode out this spectacular orgasm.

She kissed me deeply as Mike pulled out of her ass and she got up from me, wrapped her arms around Mike and kissed him passionately. She sank to her knees and took his hard cock deep into her mouth and licked him clean. She turned and did the same to me.

Inga walked over to the others at the side of the pool and began touching and kissing and fondling all of them.

They all returned the favor and soon her body was a sea of hands, lips and tongues. She was on her back, licking pussies, sucking cocks and asses. This hungry bitch was devouring everything in sight. The boys took their turns fucking her hot cunt while the girls ate her pussy after each guy went after her. Her lips, her tongue, her nipples and her clit were lavished in so much pleasure. The boys did her ass repeatedly and they doubled her repeatedly. Inga was truly a bitch in heat.

Tracy looked at Marks huge cock and said to Connie, “I don’t think I can take him in the ass.”

Connie grinned, ” I sure can baby. Let him fuck your cunt and I’ll let him have my ass.”

Mark took Tracy and slid his cock into her tight, hot twat and grinned as she began to ride his hard hot, massive cock. She was stretched so wide and her clit rode deliciously along the entire length of his hot, hard shaft. She absolutely loved his cock and she rode him relentlessly.

Connie was right beside them, touching them, teasing them and pleasing them as their bodies melded into one another. Connie straddled Marks face and brought her wetness to his eager lips. His strong tongue dove into her repeatedly as she began to ride his face. Connie leaned over and kissed Tracy as Marks cock pounded her twat and his tongue drove Connie wild.

“Oh Connie, his cock is so enormous!”

“Can’t wait to get it into my ass baby.”

“You are not going to get this inside your ass!”

“You just watch me baby. Ride him, ride him hard and deep.”

“If he gets any deeper, you’ll be sucking his cock!”, Tracy laughed. With that, she went back to seriorly riding him hard and fast. She felt her own orgasm building and when she went off, it was like a Roman Candle. She rocked and rode him hard as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her breathing became ragged as this massive orgasm overtook her. His cock picked up the pace and he thrust in and out of her aching cunt while she rode him mercilessly. He squirmed and his hips bucked as he shot his enormous load deep inside Tracy’s aching body. She felt every spurt, every ounce of his hot cum as it flowed down his shaft and into her velvety tunnel.

Connie got off Mark’s face and steadied Tracy as she recovered.

Mark collapsed as Connie’s lips descended upon his sweet cock. She licked him clean and turned her attention to Tracy, whose pussy, by now, was overflowing with his sweet sperm. She began to lick and noticed that everyone was watching. She motioned them over and they all came near. “Jim darling, lick Tracy’s pussy to begin with, let all the guys lick Marks sweet cream out of her. I have a cock to suck and my ass needs his cock.”

Jim eagerly dove into Tracy’s twat, his tongue getting his first taste of spunk and he loved it. He licked and sucked until Phil pulled him off. While the guys were greedily cleaning Tracy, Connie began to harden Marks cock.

“Please fuck my ass Mark darling,” Connie murmured as she took his hardening cock deep in her mouth. He moaned pleasantly as her mouth opened and his enormous cock entered her mouth. Everyone’s eyes widened as his cock slid effortlessly inside her hungry mouth. He was big and she loved it. As his cock slid into her throat, her face fell fully to his belly. Her tongue and throat worked to fully harden his cock.

When he was steel hard, she pulled him from her throat and held his cock against her tight ass. She sank down on it. Inch by inch she fell. Her ass stretching and accommodating his massive missile. She looked at me and I smiled as that lewd look crossed her face. Deeper and deeper she sank on him. There were gasps from the others as finally, she was impaled fully on his hot cock.

Mark was in for the ride of his life as I walked to him and offered him my cock. His mouth opened and he swallowed my cock. What a great cocksucker. Mike fucked his face next as did all the guys.

Tracy, composed now and completely clean stood and stared in amazement as she saw his mighty cock completely inside Connie. Connie began to ride that mighty pole with total lust. She rode it up and slammed it back in repeatedly. She began to shiver and shake but that only increased her momentum. Her ass was a blur as Marks cock drilled her fully and completely.

Her complexion changed color, turning pink then red as she approached a mighty orgasm. Marks own was completely in sync as he grabbed her hips, arched his back and exploded deep inside her. She ground her ass hard on his cock as she screamed, “Harder, oh deeper, fuck my ass Mark, faster. Don’t stop, my ass is on fire. Oh yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fill me, oh fuck yessssss!”

Connie spasmed and convulsed on Mark as his balls exploded and he drove a torrent of hot cum deep inside of her. She collapsed on him and kissed him deeply as his cock softened inside her. She tasted the me on his hungry lips and she reveled in the wonderful mixtures to taste. Her body, bright red, was so satisfied.

As his cock slid from her ass, we helped them up and took them to the deck chairs. They were both wobbly but smiling. Mark steadied himself and walked to the pool where he jumped in and cleaned his cock. He came back, pulled out a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Maria and the other girls sat around him, stroking his legs and softly touching his cock.

Inga began another round of hot blowjobs as the girls began to sweetly suck Mark as far as they could. It was a lot more like a lot of licking and sucking of his balls but he loved it as he played with their tits and pussies. He licked each pussy and brought each girl into a gushing climax which he gladly swallowed deeply.

When he was ready to cum, he had the girls kneel before him and he shot his load onto their waiting tongues. They rolled his sperm around in their mouths and swallowed deeply. They moaned and cheered as his enormous cock exploded. They truly enjoyed it.

Mark and Inga thanked us and headed back to work. We thanked them again and again and told them we were so happy to have met them.

Suddenly everyone was starved for food so we headed back and miraculously several pitchers of margarita’s appeared as the girls made sandwiches and salads.

“Inga’s body is amazing” Tammy said as she sipped her drink. “On the other hand, that cock of Marks is awesome.”

Tracy looked at Connie, “Speaking of that, how did you take all of that cock in your ass? He would have torn me apart.”

I burst out laughing and told everyone that although he was really big that Connie had taken two much larger than Mark.

Connie blushed, “We were in NYC many years ago and we met this really nice man in a bar in the Village, He was tall, lean and highly educated. He was news director for a major news service. He commented on how sexy my outfit was and as we got to know him, he told us his lady would love to fuck both of us. Since we were in the city to fuck our brains out, we agreed to meet her and he took us back to his apartment. She was hot and Gary enjoyed her but when Michael dropped his pants, I freaked.

“I had never had a cock like it in my life. I could not swallow it at all. His girlfriend taught me what to do. She taught me how to deepthroat. It hurt at first and then it became easier. To tell the truth, I got so turned on by his cock and the power it gave me, to know I had done it. When he fucked me, it was amazing. So full and so hot. He wanted my ass and I was not sure I wanted that but we were incredibly buzzed so I tried. I did it and it hurt like hell going in but once it was in, the feeling was awesome. So much cock, so long, so hard and so good. He was gentle at first and then he became powerful. I came so hard.”

“But he was small compared to the biggest one, right hon.” I giggled.

Connie blushed, “We belonged to a wonderful nudist club and they had a great indoor pool with a bar and tables and chairs all around the pool. Gary was sitting with his back to the bar. I was facing the bar and I saw this guy standing there. I told Gary I wanted a drink.”

He got up and went to the bar, got us a couple of rum and papaya’s and came back to the table. He sat down and said he felt sorry for people with deformities.

I laughed, “If he can use it as good as it looks, every woman in this place is in serious trouble.”

Over time we got to know him. Everyone called him Hydro Bob because his cock was like an electric pole.

“Anyway, it is a really good story from both Gary’s and my perspectives but suffice it to say, I did take all thirteen inches of the most massive hot cock I have ever had. It was twice as thick as Marks.”

“I had to go to Walgreen’s and buy her an inflatable do-nut for her to sit on. She could barely walk for a week and it took a month for the smile to get off her face. Yes, the Party at Hydro Bob’s was memorable for sure.” I told everyone.

“You lucky bitch,” Tracy said as she leaned over and kissed Connie deeply.

I took a long sip of my drink, noticed a sea of very hard cocks and anxious ladies. I got up and went into the coach and came out with a canvas bag.

“Gonna get good guys…that’s Gary’s toy bag. Whoopee” Connie grinned.

I rummaged around and came out with tubes of Astroglide and four new medium sized dildos. I went back in and brought out a gray cardboard box. Mike walked over, picked up the box. I snatched it from him, He grabbed it back. He opened it looked inside and grinned. “It’s gonna be a fanfuckingtastic day.” Tracy and Connie grinned as they recognized it but the others had no idea.

“Ladies, it is time to play 1-2-3″, Tracy exclaimed. The girls yelled and whooped it up and the guys all grinned and said they definitely were into it.

Each gal grabbed their guys and began so suck them and get them hard. Connie and Tracy brought them the lube. With their fingers slippery, they each shoved a finger home and began to slowly fuck their man. The guys seemed to enjoy the feeling one finger brought and the girls slid a second one in. Soft moans were heard as they felt the second finger inside them. The ladies kept sucking and finger fucking their guys. The guys seemed to be enjoying this as each one was grinding their ass gently on their ladies fingers. When their third finger entered, the moaning became louder and deeper.

“Don’t make them cum girls, just fuck them nice and slow.” Connie instructed. “Move your fingers in nice and slow and stretch their virgin asses a bit. Now, touch their cocks but don’t suck them. Work your fingers in and out and spread your fingers. Get them ready for more.”

The girls worked on the guys for a few more minutes and then they took a break. The guys said that they enjoyed the feeling. Mike told them that if they enjoyed the feeling now, they were going to love the feeling in a few minutes.

While they were relaxing and the girls were explaining what was coming, Mike and I unsealed 12 fresh bottles of Rush. When we were finished, we asked if any of them knew what poppers were. No one did. We explained and handed them each a bottle.

Connie and Tracy damned near broke our arms grabbing theirs from us. We told them not to open the bottle yet and also not to leave them uncapped. Tracy showed them how to use them and then Connie arranged all the girls on top of the picnic table. Then the guys were told to pick a girl, any girl and to sit and get ready to eat some fine, hot pussy.

Mike and I got into this with them while our ladies joined the other girls. The guys were first instructed not to use their bottles but the girls were told to take a big hit, hold it in and let the feeling wash over them. They did and as the incredible feeling began to take them away, the guys began and as soon as tongues met pussies, the air was filled with screams of pure bliss. The women squirmed and writhed and pushed their hot twats into our faces. They flushed and screamed and moaned and yelled and begged for more.

The guys met their demands but had no idea why the girls were so responsive.

“Okay guys, same positions but now, you all take a good hit. Hold it in and then enjoy,” I said.

The guys took their first hit while the girls did the same. It was a good thing the park was empty because the shrieks of wanton lust were deafening. The guys licked and sucked with such a gusto. Labia’s were opened, licked, tugged and pulled. Clits were explored, teased and loved. Asses were licked and prodded and heads were held tight as wave after wave of pure orgasmic bliss caused the table to walk away of its own accord.

As the effect wore down, they all changed position and the guys got on top of the table. More hits all around and the guys felt their first popper blowjobs. Their faces told the story. Never in their lives had they ever experienced such a wonderful feeling. The women went into total sexual frenzy. They gobbled their cocks deep, lavishing the most wanton greed as they swallowed our fine cocks.

Connie and Tracy were going wild as was everyone else. Little Maria was impaled on Mikes hot cock and he was getting his ass greased royally.

I reached down and grabbed Jills tits and crushed them in my hand. She moaned wildly and sucked harder. She was such a great looking lady with lips of pure honey. She sank her fingers into my ass as her throat massaged my hard cock. She felt my pending explosion and looked deeply into my eyes. My hips slammed into her chin, my balls banging her neck franticily. I took another hit and felt my stomach tighten, my balls lift and I shot a glorious load into Jills hungry mouth. She never took her eyes from mine, she opened her throat and drained every single drop of cum from my swollen cock.

One by one, each man creamed the ladies and they gobbled up every last bit of the hot, sweet spunk. Heavy breathing ensued as everyone tried to catch their breath. The park was now full of wide eyes people with the biggest shit eating grins on their faces.

Drinks were poured, smokes consumed and eventually blood pressures returned to normal.

Little Maria began teasing me, dancing around me, touching me and playing with her tits. She squeezed them together and the pointed nibs looked so inviting. I cleared off the table and lay her lengthwise, pulling her to the edge. I opened her legs and sank my face into her inflamed cunt. Her clit was the size of a small cock and my tongue swirled around it.


1. If you’re not supposed to read this due to the laws where you live, hit back and move along. If you read further, that’s on you.

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3. There may or may not be incest themes in any of my stories, implied or explicitly. If this offends you, hit back and move along.

4. All characters in this story are 18+ years old.

5. Any similarities with real life are purely coincidental.

Hiya :)

The response to my first story has been overwhelmingly positive. I cannot begin to say how grateful I am for the all of the support I received by so many people. At the time of my writing this, it received over 11,000 views, nearly 60 votes with a ranking of 4.41. My great hope is that you enjoy this story as much, if not more than, my first.

The following story doesn’t need to be read after the first one, but it wouldn’t hurt.

As a final note, in my fantasy world men aren’t afraid to show off their bodies or wear clothes that accentuate their assets. The world has long since accepted this; rarely are boxers and board shorts ever worn.




After spending most of the afternoon with my Dad at the Pines Motel, I was finally dressed and on my way to the boat. Given the state of my suit and dress shirt, I had changed into gym clothes. My cover story was that after the interview, I had gone to the gym and worked out not realizing what time it was.

I watched the upscale shops and old oak trees sweep by me as I gunned the engine towards the marina on the north shore. The boulevard was light with traffic, and I let the jeep chew up the road. Thinking about Lorenzo, I had to smile. While part of me was happy for my mother in finding a guy like Lorenzo, I was completely jealous. There was nothing I could do to stop myself from crushing on him.

They met while my mother was vacationing in Italy, and when her time there ended; Lorenzo came back with her. While most women would leave their foreign affair overseas; bringing Lorenzo home extended her adventure. She brought him home like you might bring home a pair of Prada loafers, or some Murano glass. It’s not that I thought she didn’t care for him, but it wasn’t love. Recently divorced from her second husband, I thought a boyfriend would be the farthest thing from her mind.

Lorenzo’s youth and virility were clearly central to the relationship, but I think she was equally charmed by the mental and social stimulation he provided; everyone was, and I was no exception. The youngest son of an aristocratic family, he was the artistic type.

While appreciative of her gifts, he had always known and experienced luxury so he wasn’t flabbergasted by her extravagant lifestyle. Lorenzo indulged with her, as her equal, and sometimes exposed her to new delights she hadn’t yet discovered.

When I first saw Lorenzo, I was hooked. I hadn’t thought much about my attraction to men before, thinking maybe it was a phase. Even though my first time wasn’t with him, seeing Lorenzo, I knew. I would always be a sucker for a gorgeous man.


After graduating from boarding school, Mom was taking me to dinner with her new boyfriend at the Marina. It was a really beautiful May night, warm enough to wear short sleeves, but breezy enough for light pants.

On our way to the hostess station to announce our arrival, we passed the bar. With a casual stance, this tall blond adonis with broad shoulders tapering to a slim waist, took my breath away. Dressed in a crisp blue linen button down, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons open, his naturally light tan skin was accented subtly. The whitest trousers I have ever seen graced his thighs, hinting at a firm bubble butt and a prominent bulge. When his light green eyes met my hazel ones, I could have creamed my briefs.

“Lorenzo! Ciao Bello!” My mother suddenly called out at my shoulder.

With a wave, my steamy wet dream crossed the room, a twinkle in his eyes. Kissing my mother romantically, he turned and held out his hand to me.

“You must be Rod, it’s so good to finally put a face to the legend!” Lorenzo’s voice seemed to caress and stroke every syllable as it left his mouth. The kind of voice that could recite the phone book and be absolutely captivating.

I hadn’t blushed since I was a kid. Yet with Lorenzo, I was always blushing. It started that night when he teased me about all the things my mother had told him about me. It wasn’t mean or anything, just him being playful. That was just the kind of person he was. He had a charming mischievous streak that was tempered by a warm attentiveness. It seemed to me that Lorenzo sought not only to enjoy his own life, but to see the people around him enjoy theirs as well.


Finally, I was parking the jeep and noticed my phone buzzing beside me. I picked it up and read a text from my mother.

MOM: Have a migraine. Enjoy some ‘male bonding’ with Lorenzo. He picked you up some things in case you forgot to bring a bag. CU tomorrow.

I totally forgot that tonight we were supposed to spend the night aboard the “Toy,” and felt like a total jack-ass that my mother and her boyfriend already figured I’d forget and planned accordingly.

Sighing, I got out of the jeep and threaded my way through the cars in the parking lot, and showed my ID to the security guard on duty. Walking along the docks, I spotted the luxurious sailing yacht the Toy, and caught her skipper stretching. Lorenzo was dressed in a pair of high cut, but loose red shorts with a clingy white polo over it. Facing away from me, I loved how his stretch was causing his taut but bubbly ass to strain against the material. As I got closer, he turned towards me more. The hem of his shirt rode up, revealing his lower abs and his sexy adonis belt. The late afternoon sun was backlighting him, suffusing his sun-kissed skin with a sultry glow. The sight of him like this caused my prick to twitch in my black nylon basketball shorts.

I walked slowly to enjoy the view as long as possible, but the stretch finished all too soon. Seeing me, he raised a hand in greeting. As I came closer, Lorenzo called out to me.

“Ciao, Rod! You made it.” His genuine smile was sweet and warm.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” I smiled nervously at him.

“I see it’s good I picked you up some things, you forgot our excursion was an overnight, yes?” Lorenzo’s eyes shimmered with playful mirth.

After I stepped aboard, Lorenzo pulled me into a “man hug” complete with the hand shaking and the back slapping. Pulling back he looked at me over the rims of his tortoiseshell sunglasses and smiled appreciatively at me.

“Go below and change, I will get us past the breakwater.”


Lorenzo’s boat was what I would call an “old money ship” because it wasn’t the biggest or flashiest one in the marina but it was easily the nicest. What it lacked in size and outward panache, it more than made up for in the details. Below decks had three staterooms, two aft and one forward. In the center was a lounge with a fully equipped galley that was larger than most Manhattan kitchens.

With Lorenzo it was always about the details. All the wood was teak and shined to a warm golden hue. All the fabrics were an off white with pale blue stripes. The fixtures were all well crafted and of superior quality. It all felt very grand without feeling overdone.

Going down below, I went towards the bigger of the two aft staterooms and saw a note on the door saying “Wasn’t sure what you’d like so I bought extra.” Opening the door, I saw the bed covered with bags of all shapes and sizes. Letting out a chuckle, I started going through the bags.

The first bag I opened revealed some brand new Sanuk boat shoes, probably better for the ship than the ankle socks and trainers I was currently rocking. The next few bags were plain white tee shirts in a few different styles, but they were all the right size. So were a couple of pairs of shorts. Finally I got to the underwear and swimsuit bags, and had to smile. Lorenzo had bought me enough underwear and swimsuits to go on a week long cruise. To be fair, both underwear and swimsuits ran the gamut from mild to wild. But more wild than mild. The first swimsuit I pulled out was a laced up pair of blue Sauvage square cuts, the next was a distressed flag brief by Clever, the last was a racy turquoise speedo that revealed as much as it concealed. All the underwear was either bikini briefs or skimpy hip briefs.

Deciding to up the ante, I got out a pair of scissors and got busy on the shirts and shorts.


When I finally made my way up on deck, I could feel the ship smoothly tacking at a brisk clip. Using the handrail for support, I shaded my eyes and saw Lorenzo. The blonde Italian was behind the wheel, and though it was hard to tell where his eyes were looking, his slack jaw gave me a good idea.

I made my way back towards him smiling as I went. In my time below, I took the loosest of the plain white tees and had cut off the sleeves, making huge arm holes. The neckline was now a rough v shape, and I also trimmed off a bit off the bottom so it barely skimmed the top of the cut offs. When Lorenzo bought them, the shorts were on the modest side of provocative. After my scissors had done their work, they hinted more than they hid, and teased more than they tamed. I wore the Sanuks until I was able to get to my seat, at which point I got rid of them.

Sitting on the chair beside Lorenzo’s, I spread my legs out and away from us. I showed off my tan legs, highlighting the tone I worked hard to achieve. The way my legs were spread, it was clear if he were sitting opposite me he could have gotten an eyeful of what I was wearing underneath. Stretching my arms, I felt the thin cotton ride up, and hoped my mother’s boyfriend got as good view as I got earlier.

Lorenzo only smiled, regaining whatever composure he had lost. We made small talk for awhile, which caused me to relax a bit. But I also started to like the guy more as I got to know him better.

As we talked, I asked him about his art, which everyone raved about but I hadn’t seen. Lorenzo was self deprecating about his own work, saying it was a pleasure to make art, but so many others were better than him. For years, he told me, his dream had been to open a gallery.

By this point we were entering the quiet inlet that he had discovered shortly after arriving to the states. A natural sandbar kept the expanse of water clear of debris and small sharks, and the terrain that bordered it left a small sandy beach that was all but nonexistent in high tide. With practiced efficiency, Lorenzo had the sails taken in and the ship anchored just off the sandbar.

Watching him scramble across the deck, first getting us moored and then making his way towards me, I was reminded of how young he was. It was one of the harder parts of accepting their relationship, Lorenzo was at most five or six years older than me. Standing in front of me grinning, it was impossible to ignore.

“Relax, make yourself at home. I’m going to start on dinner.”

“Do you want me to help?” I asked

“No, no. It’s a small galley; I’d be all over you.” His enigimatic smirk got me blushing again.

Having made me blush, he clapped me on the shoulder with a wink, and descended belowdecks to make our dinner at sea.

As Lorenzo began to cook down in the galley, I listened as he put on some soft music. Chris Botti, I thought to myself. I moved to the foredeck, and found the deck loungers a little wet. Stretching out on the white lounger, I actually liked the cool wetness of the fabric along the skin of my legs.

Closing my eyes, I laid back and pillowed my head on one arm. Slowly drifting in and out of a doze, I thought back to the Fourth of July. Letting my right hand drift across my thigh, up over the denim of my crotch; I remembered it was scorching hot.

My mother and sister were off at the market picking up extra party stuff and charcoal, leaving Lorenzo and I alone in the house. It would be at least an hour before they came home.

A cool breeze blew across my skin, but thinking about what I saw that day had me getting warmer. My hand trailed up my body, threading its way under my shirt, pressing it up. Teasingly, I traced the edge of my left nipple.

I was emptying the dryer and folding stuff in the laundry room when I looked out on the yard. From that vantage point, I could see most of the pool and accompanying deck. Where I stood, it would be hard for anyone to see into the small room. Just glancing up, I saw Lorenzo pulling himself out of the pool.

As the afternoon sun attempted to warm my exposed skin, a salty breeze caressed it. With the crisp air hardening my nipples, I dragged one leg across the other, luxuriating in the contact. Letting out a soft sigh of pleasure, I delved deeper.

Sun kissed arms flexing as they propelled the tapering body out of the pool. Water sluicing down his back in streams before I saw his strikingly black speedo clad ass break the surface. Somehow or another, he twisted and stood gracefully. In profile, as he slowly turned, the curve of the swimsuit seemed barely able to maintain its grip of his luscious ass. Towels forgotten now, I cursed him for wearing a black swimsuit. All it did was flatten out any contours in the pouch from this distance.

Moaning in remembered frustration, I laid my head against the cushion, allowing my left hand to trail down my chest, angling for the top of the cutoffs. Squeezing harder on my sensitive nipple, I dragged my nail across it before going for my right one. My other hand wasn’t slacking off either.

As I watched, Lorenzo straddled a chaise lounger and sat with his legs spread out, a foot on either side. From my hidden view, I watched as he played with his nipples. My mother’s boyfriend let his hands slide down his perfectly tanned washboard stomach, the tips of his fingers slid under the waistband of the black speedo.

I popped the button of my cutoffs, and stroked the flesh just above the waistband that was now peeking through. Another pleasing twist on my nipple, sent an electric shock of pleasure directly to my concealed cock. Digging my fingers down under the waistband, my fingers glided through my closely shorn pubic hair.

Yearning for a better view, a closer look, I watched as my wet dream began to stroke his cock. I wished I could see more, maybe to tell if he was cut or uncut. I pretended that I could see the head of his meat, popping out of his fist on the downstrokes. Soft red lips moved, moaning out what, I couldn’t hear. The shorts I was wearing were getting tight as I watched this private show.

Extracting my hand from my cutoffs, I slowly stroked the bulge my cock was creating. Looking down I could see a wet spot forming as my precum bubbled up from the memory.

I watched as he lifted up a bottle of suntan oil and poured a copious amount into his open palm. Setting the oil aside, his dry hand slid in under the waistband of the speedo. I imagined those fingers were rolling his balls around. The oily hand was now working his meat, I couldn’t see how big his cock was, but by the way his hand gripped it, it looked thick. Thicker than me.

My hands were teasing all the right spots and I was hard and dripping. Looking behind me, I decided to take the risk. I was too horned up not to. I pushed the material aside, and poured suntan oil over the head of my big cock. As I began to work the slick, oily substance into my skin, coating my shaft, I went back to my memory.

Standing in the laundry room, I kept absentmindedly stroking my aching cock inside my cargo shorts. The sensation of the silk of my green striped boxers rubbing against my sensitive glans was intoxicating. As I watched Lorenzo work his piece, I imagined that it was his hand working my cock instead of his own.

Precum began to mix with the suntan oil making my cock extra slippery. Licking my index finger, I brought it down to my nipple. Swirling it around the rim before I firmly squeezed it between my fingers. As I did, my cock belched out more precum, adding to the mix I was stroking with.

I couldn’t help myself, I unzipped my shorts and fished my cock out of my silk boxers. Trying to think of what I could use for lube or something, I saw in amongst the stuff that just came out of the dryer was a pair of Lorenzo’s skimpy speedos. Fingering the light material, it was still warm, almost hot to the touch. They also had an almost slick feel to them, and a wet look besides in a deep blue.

As I swirled my fingers around the corona of my cock, I tightened my fist for the downstroke. Twisting them around my shaft as I rose back up, I squeezed my glans hard, pumping more precum into my fist for another tight down stroke.

Wrapping the slinky material of Lorenzo’s speedo around my cock almost got me to shoot on the spot. Turning my attention back to my wet dream outside, I pumped my cock into and through the steamy hot material. Groping myself, I imagined that that warmth was Lorenzo’s hand, no mouth engulfing me whole.

He was so close to me, Lorenzo was practically under my ass, cooking dinner. I had to be quiet. Biting down on one fist, I pumped my cock into the other one like it was an exquisitely tight mouth. I watched the head pop out of my fist over and over again, until my eyes rolled back into my head.

Lorenzo was really working his cock hard now. I could see his fist was a blur, and his other hand groped his nuts that were still teasingly hidden by the black swimsuit he wore. The way his speedo rolled over my shaft, gripping it, tangling it up in delicious silky warmth was causing my toes to curl. I wouldn’t last much longer.

My teeth almost drew blood as I bit down on my fist. I could feel my climax building in my sack. Any second, just another few strokes.

I was leaking like a faucet all over his speedo, I could feel my balls tightening up. Fuck his mouth was glorious. Watching his full lips moaning out by the pool, I couldn’t hear what he said but I imagined those full lips were wrapped around my cock right now, sucking the life right out of me.

Hearing Lorenzo assembling and plating our dinner was too much. I exploded all over my chest; great geysers of cum erupting across my abs up to my pecs.

Two car door slams signaled my mother and sister’s return. But it was like a gunshot for my nerves. Maybe Lorenzo heard it too because his whole body seized as we both began to spurt. Blowing my load into the hot speedo, saturating the material, it felt like I was marking my territory. Footsteps getting closer to the laundry room, I calmly threw the speedo into the washer with some of my clothes I was going to wash. Folded my dick back into my boxers and zipped up my shorts.

At that moment, I heard Lorenzo begin to walk up the steps from belowdecks. Hurriedly I dragged a towel across my cum coated chest, deciding I would deal with it later.

“Dinner is served!”

When I heard Lorenzo coming up the stairs behind my back; I quickly zipped up my cutoffs, and let my shirt drift back into place. I hurried to sit down, hopefully hiding the rapidly deflating, but satisfied, bulge in my shorts before he noticed.

Lorenzo came up from the galley carrying a tray laden with food and wine. Laying it across the table situated in the on deck lounge in front of the steering wheel, we sat down to eat.

Fresh focaccia, still warm from the oven, sat in a basket beside some olive oil. In front of each of us was pasta primavera with a colorful array of vegetables and beside it, thinly sliced skirt steak.

“You like beef, yes?” Lorenzo smirked at me, and I felt myself blushing.

“Yeah, I love meat!”

“Good, I have plenty more.”

For all his teasing, Lorenzo was an excellent cook, and the wine was refreshing. Although my focus wasn’t really on what I was eating, but on Lorenzo. Always Lorenzo. Fucking Lorenzo. Not much conversation intruded on the quiet eating and stolen glances. From time to time, as the boat moved, our legs would brush under the small table. Each moment of contact sent shocks of excitement and pleasure through me.

At last, Lorenzo looked up to me with a smile as our plates were largely empty. “Why don’t you go for a swim? After I get this all put away, I will come out and join you.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

Standing up, I moved to the the rail, and tossed my shirt to the side. For a moment I reveled in how my skin looked in the slow onset of dusk. I could feel his eyes on me but I didn’t meet them — lest I lose my wine suffused courage.

“Don’t take too long,” I said as I turned away from him. The sound of my voice was huskier than it was a moment ago.

With that, I went for broke. I unbuttoned the top button of the cut offs, and sank the zipper down. In one smooth move, I slid the frayed denim shorts down and off, bending slightly with my ass in the air. Hearing a breath taken behind me, I stood and moved to the railing. I wasn’t wearing one of the provocative swimsuits Lorenzo had picked out for me to wear.

Expecting to have been waiting for my father at the pool at the Pines Motel, I had packed my skimpiest bathing suit. Which when I left there this afternoon, I decided to wear as underwear. And decided to wear swimming this evening.

The pale yellow “aqua jock” rode low in front, the soft pouch cradled my semi hard cock and shaved balls loosely. As I adjusted the straps which framed my still milky white ass cheeks, I knew I heard a sigh. Having delayed long enough, I stepped over the rail and jumped overboard.

Plunging into the water feet first, I was happy to see the water wasn’t too deep or too shallow. Surfacing with a splash I laughed in pleasure. The feeling of the cool water sluicing across my chest and caressing my ass without fabric in between was exhilarating.


I was floating on my back, and had been for a awhile. The boat lights had come on, as the sun was easing itself down for the night. I stroked the skin above my cock, softly rubbing my hand over the material of the water jockstrap. Suddenly I heard someone clear their throat above and beside me and I looked up.

“Do you think I can still join you, or is it too late?” Lorenzo called from the side rail.

My prick plumped up at the possible double meaning to his words. Then as I looked up, I could see my mother’s Italian boyfriend, shirtless lit up by the fiery setting sun, the purple sky and the boat lights accentuating each muscular curve, until my eyes settled on his waist.

Slung low on his hips was a shimmering matte gold speedo, which glowed with the last rays of light. How his delicious ass filled out the back end of the suit was almost as exciting as the front. Even in this surreal light, I could see the bikini brief was stuffed with his genitals. The slinky material almost seemed overwhelmed by the weight of their burden.

“No, it’s not too late.” I called out.

He nodded as if I had granted him permission to more than just swimming, and I suppose I had. Lorenzo was at the rail, stepping up and smoothly diving into the water. When he surfaced, he did so behind me with a small splash. Twisting in the water, I watched as he slicked back his formerly blond, now light brown hair.

“Race you to the sandbar!” Lorenzo challenged me.

Having been on my school’s swim team, I went off instantly. My arms and legs working in tandem to propel me faster and faster to the sandy barrier. Getting in the zone, I didn’t look for or check on my competition. When my feet hit the smooth sand of the bar, I reached my hand up. With a fistful of sand, I cleared the water and saw Lorenzo just coming up now.

“I won!”

“You cheated.” Lorenzo smirked at me in the fading afternoon light.

“I did not, don’t be a sore loser.”

“Fine, fine.” Lorenzo playfully sighed in defeat.

“So what do I win?”


Lorenzo leaned in, and brushed his lips against mine, gently at first. Tentatively I slipped my tongue out, grazing his full lips that tasted of salt. When our tongues connected, he moaned deep in his throat, and pushed me down against the sand. As we kissed, he straddled me, our wet bodies sliding against each other. Finally, I brought my hands low, and lower still down his back until I could caress his exquisite ass.

Breaking the kiss, Lorenzo pulled back, looking me in the eyes and smiled. He dove in at my neck, his mouth licking at my skin, nipping at my flesh. His hands were raking up and down my chest, tickling my abs, and stroking my chest. Growling lightly against my neck, his hands reached out, searching for my arms. His warm wet hands rubbed down my shoulders, following the curves of my arms until he had my wrists pinned up at right angles.

“Flex for me…please…” Lorenzo whispered hoarsely.

Without thinking, I started to flex my biceps for my mother’s boyfriend. Swooping in, he kissed and licked my arm muscles as they moved beneath his wet tongue and seeking teeth. I was so turned on, but as he moved to the other arm, I felt cold lying there on the wet sand. I tried to hold it in, this was my fantasy coming true.

And then it happened.

My traitorous teeth began to chatter in my mouth, causing Lorenzo to stop.

“Let’s go back to the ship and get you warmed up.”


Standing on deck, dripping water where I stood, I didn’t know what to do. My fantasy felt like it was within my reach; but what if it didn’t live up to my dreams?

As I over analyzed the situation, I felt Lorenzo wrap a thick towel over my shoulders and chest. With his chin resting on my shoulder, and his arms encircling me, I felt myself tremble slightly. A shiver from the cold, or a shiver from the touch, it wasn’t entirely clear to me.

“I should have done that so much sooner. “

“But…” I started to interject.

“Shh…let me finish…okay?” I felt him kiss my neck gently, and I couldn’t think clearly anymore, let alone speak.

“There is something about you, Rod.” His whisper broke the silence “I’ve felt this magnetism to you since I saw you at the Marina bar, that first night I met you. Then I saw you on the 4th. Watching me stroke off, did you I know I could see you?”

I began to sputter, but again, he kissed the sensitive skin on my throat, stilling me.

“I saw you checking me out after I got out of the pool. So I decided to give you a little show, but I had to get off. Knowing you were there, watching my every move made me so hard.”

I felt his tongue dragging along my throat to the skin just below my ear, shivering slightly, I grabbed his arms and pulled them tighter against me.

“When I started stroking off, I got so hot knowing you were watching me. I moaned out your name, and fantasized about you doing to me what I was doing to myself. Nothing could stop me then.”

“Tonight… I wanted you so very much; but only if you wanted me too. I gave you so many outs, so many ways to end this before it ever began. But every time you declined to take them, every time you flirted back; it reassured me that you felt the same way I do”

“What about…what about… Mom…” It came out of my mouth as a reluctant sigh.

“She is a great lady, and I care for her. Really, I do… but she doesn’t care about my being bisexual or sleeping with men, if I am safe.” He paused for a second,”and I never had this chemistry with your mother.”

I felt him pressing against my bare ass, his wet speedo clad cock nestled against the cleft of my ass. The towel stopped just above the small of my back. Lorenzo’s fingers slid gently across my abs, one hand up to one of my nipple, the other lower still.

“Seeing you in this…” Lorenzo snapped the waistband of the pale yellow aqua-jock, the sound was loud in the night air. “Drove me mad with lust.”

“I wanted to join you then and there. But I took my time, I thought maybe I was wrong.” Lorenzo continued, his fingertips stroking my abs lightly.

“But I couldn’t live with myself, if maybe I was right, and did not pursue you.”

Lorenzo felt so good behind me, the feel of his plump cock, barely contained by his abbreviated swimsuit, which felt so slinky against my ass. This is what I wanted tonight, but I wasn’t as sure as I was at the Marina.

“Let’s just lie down for a while down below. If you want to stop, or don’t want me at all, just say so, or walk away.” Lorenzo whispered softly.

I shivered as I felt the cool air on my backside as he pulled away from me. I wanted nothing more than to feel his body pressed against mine, but I paused. A slight pang of guilt still present despite his reassurances. Despite all of that, the way his wet speedo clung to the curves of his hips and ass, drove many doubts from my mind.

It was several minutes before I went below decks myself. Standing in the lounge, equidistant from the forward and aft cabins, it brought new meaning to the adage about rocks and hard places. Either direction was a choice I would have to live with permanently. Going forward would change my relationship forever with Lorenzo. Going aft, I would never know what might have been.

Placing one foot in front of the other, step by step, I began slowly walking towards my decision. I adjusted the straps of the jock as I went, until finally I was at the stateroom door. Leaning against the door jam, the towel dropped and pooled around my feet as I asked the question.

“Do you think I can still join you, or is it too late?”


The forward cabin was dimly lit from the moon and the starry sky reflected on the waves. I could see Lorenzo laying on his back, bare chest faintly dappled by the flickering light, staring up at the ceiling of the luxurious stateroom. His light green eyes turned to look at me, and he cracked a small smile. Instead of speaking, he just lifted up one edge of the coverlet as his answer.

Before I could change my mind I sat on the bed, and scooted in beside him. Down came the sheet, and with it, his arm wrapped around my chest, drawing me closer. My back pressed against his chest, I sighed. At that moment, I put aside who we were, what our lives were like, I just absorbed his lightly furred chest pressed against my smooth back. The way his legs tangled in my own, and how his speedo covered cock pressed at the cleft of my ass.

Lorenzo’s lips and tongue soon worked their way into the hollow of my throat. I could feel him nuzzling and sniffing at my hair as he went. Finally, his lips latched onto my earlobe, nipping it slightly before he breathed gently into my ear.

“Stop me or slow me down if I go too far, too fast.”

I couldn’t speak anymore, could only nod my head in understanding. Whether he knew it or not, at no point tonight was I going to slow him down, let alone stop him. I expected many things, but what happened next was a total surprise. Lorenzo gently rolled me onto my stomach, and lifted the blanket off of us. Goose pimples suddenly covered my skin in the cool room. Leaning down by my ear, gently stroking my shoulder, Lorenzo whispered to me.

“I will warm you up soon, I promise.”

I heard a cap being popped and was disappointed, and a little worried. I wanted more than just fucking with Lorenzo, and I was scared because I had never taken a cock in my ass, and Lorenzo looked very thick.

“Lorenzo…I’ve never… Um … Taken before…”

“Then we don’t have to. Stop me anytime you feel uncomfortable. Right now, I just want you to feel good. This is about you right now.”

I felt him drizzle something warm across my shoulders, and part way down my back. Once he had straddled me, he began working the oil out from my shoulders, down across my arms, one at a time. Soon my skin was glistening on both arms, and the room was enveloped in the scent of cinnamon and clove. When he dug into my shoulders and back, I sighed at how good it felt. Slowly, so very agonizingly slow, he worked his way down my back, inching closer to my ass. Just as his fingertips were brushing under the waistband of my swimmers jockstrap, he pulled away and moved to my feet. I hadn’t realized fully how much I wanted him to touch my ass cheeks until he didn’t.

I giggled as he touched my insoles and between my toes, jerking on the bed slightly.

“Ticklish, huh? Going to have to remember that for later.” I could hear him chuckle evilly as he said it.

His magic fingers repeated their slow progress from my right foot all the way up to my inner thigh before starting on the left. I was so hard, and so desperate for him to touch me at my center. Yet he wasn’t rushed as he worked his talented fingers into the muscled grooves of my legs, ferreting out any pain or soreness that lingered in my body. By the time he reached my upper left thigh, my body was half melted and half electrified. The smell of cinnamon and clove, mixed with the entire experience was leaving me feeling drunk on my lust.

“Turn over onto your back” was Lorenzo’s whispered request.

Although I had never been so frustrated in my life, I rolled over. Then I blushed, as I felt the head of my steel hard cock pop above the wide waistband of the pale yellow jock. Why I felt embarrassed was beyond my comprehension, but I was with Lorenzo. Which meant I was ticklish and prone to blushing.

“Is that for me, Rod? Because of me?”

Lorenzo’s voice was soft as he bent down and lightly brushed his lips across my exposed glans. Those lips that were so kissable were like velvet being run across the head of my cock. Achingly aroused, my dick pumped out a drizzle of precum in response to his ministrations.

“As tasty as that is, I’ll have to come back to that later.” He chuckled as he sat back on his haunches.

My eyes slid upwards, taking in the toned thighs, up to the obscenely packed speedo, up his tanned chest to his smiling face. Taking the oil up in his hands again, Lorenzo upended it over my chest. A line of the oil poured between my shoulders and down my pecs to my abs. His methodical massage continued, running his fingers along my arm muscles, Lorenzo bent to kiss each bicep when he finished an arm.

Spreading the oil across my clavicles and down my pecs, I enjoyed the view he was treating me too. On my back, I could watch Lorenzo while he worked me over. Those bright green eyes were focused upon his large yet graceful hands and the sensuous massage I was being given. Looking further down, I saw his chest expand and contract with his breath under a downy blond patch of hair between his pecs.

Smiling, Lorenzo swirled a finger around first one nipple and then the other. They quickly became hard eraser points. Seeing this he pinched them at the same time, causing a strangled moan to emit from my lips. Shaking his head, he continued the massage down my body, his hands luxuriating in each ab of my four pack.

When his hands skipped past my crotch again, I let loose a moan of frustration. My hands reached for him, to tug him to me, just to touch him. Anything, it didn’t matter to my lust crazed mind. But Lorenzo was on me in a flash. Lightly pinning my wrists on either side of my head he kissed me lightly on the lips.

“Going somewhere, bello? What’s your hurry…we have all night…just enjoy it”

With that I watched him go back on his haunches, the matte gold speedo distended with his thick dong. Following my gaze, Lorenzo laughed.

“You have that effect on me… but it can wait.”

For all his talking about waiting, the leg massage wasn’t as deep or as thorough as the backside had been. When he was finished, Lorenzo flipped me onto my stomach again, as gently as he could, but his desire was getting the best of him too. I heard, but didn’t see, him get off the bed. By the sounds of it, he took off the speedo; rustling material and clearly stepping out of stepped out of them. I didn’t have long to think about it because he was back on the bed and spreading my legs wide.

His first touch, palms squeezing my ass cheeks, felt scalding hot. In spite of my earlier fears, I lifted my ass up, for his inspection, his use, it didn’t matter so long as he touched me there. Rolling the flesh of my tight butt beneath his slightly calloused hands had me wriggling under his touch.

“Do you want me to stop or slow down? Just say the word…”

As he finished speaking, he spread the half globes of my rear, exposing my hole to the cool air of the cabin. Lightly blowing across my rosebud, his mouth moved from the top of my crack down to my taint. Driving a shiver down my spine, I couldn’t think let alone speak.

Again he dragged his wide flat tongue from my lower back, down to the jock pouch that was cradling my churning balls. One hand snapped a strap on my jock causing me to jump a little and him to snicker. Back and forth his tongue worked my trench, skipping the hole however. Now all I wanted was to feel his tongue on my cherry hole. Bucking against him, my hands helping to pull my cheeks further apart to give him access.

Just as I thought I was about to lose my sanity, I felt his tongue swab a circle around the rim. Spiraling closer and closer to the center like water down a drain, his tongue swirled around my ring. Finally I felt the hard point of his wet tongue press fully against my hole.

“Oh, fuck!!” I gasped.

Waves of ecstasy seemed to radiate from it, some were directly synced to my dick, but everything started to tingle. Pressing his lips against my rim, I could feel Lorenzo’s tongue burrowing deeper into me. Darting back and forth, the hard little muscle kept on fucking me with short jabbing strokes. The pleasure was maddening, I could feel my diamond hard cock belch out more precum onto the very sheets I was clenching in my fists.

Feeling him pull back I whimpered, pressing back, trying to find his tongue. His hands stroked my ass, sliding under the straps he took them in hand and yanked. Combed cotton jerked across my dick, rubbing me with sweet friction.

“Mmm, your ass is so sweet, Rod…did you like your rim job?” He coyly teased me.

“Oooohhh fuck, why did you have to stop…” My voice was husky with lust.

“Because I’m not done with you yet.”

With surprising manual dexterity, without even watching what he was doing, Lorenzo had my cock out the side of the jock pouch. Moving beneath me, I looked down and saw his beautiful blond head come up between my legs and blow all along the length of my cock.

“Lorenzo, please let me suck your cock…. I-I really want to…I’ve dreamed of doing it…”

“If it will bring you pleasure, bello, anything.” Was all Lorenzo said as he shifted so that his pelvis was under my face, and I could rest some of my weight on his chest.

The blond downy hair that trailed between his pecs became a thin line before coming down to his pubes. The pubes were trimmed very low over his dick, while the skin at the base of it and his balls were smooth and soft to my exploring touch. I gently stroked his scrotum, letting my eyes take in his monster. While not as long as my prick, his was the thickest I had ever seen outside of porn. Due to his girth, his foreskin only covered only the lower 1/3 of his glans.

“Wow,” I whispered in wonder, “I don’t know how much of this I can take…I’m sorry, I’ve never seen one this girthy.”

“Hey..hey.. Do what makes you happy, whatever you do, it’s going to make me happy, I promise.” His hands gently stroked my flanks.

With that said, Lorenzo kissed the head of my dick, and lapped at the piss slit, flicking all of my precum into his mouth. When he moaned softly, it seemed to vibrate my cock in his warm mouth. I quivered in pleasure. I could feel him smiling around my dick as he sucked in more of it, tracing his tongue over my flesh inch by inch. Foregoing his fat dick, I began tongue bathing his balls.

Once they were dripping with my spit, I sucked one ball into my mouth, then the other, and finally I tried to get both in my mouth, but that didn’t work so well. So focused was I on his sack, I didn’t hear the pop top on the lube, I just felt a slightly cool gel caress my hole on the tip of a finger. I thought it would freak me out, but I just sighed with pleasure and lifted Lorenzo’s heavy cock to my lips.

The finger was applying light pressure to my hole, gently teasing the outer ring, massaging it as his hands had worked my knotted shoulders earlier. As before, the tension slowly washed away, only to be replaced by a relaxed pleasure. Until his finger penetrated past my sphincter, than my ass seized. It wasn’t so much pain as discomfort. Leaving his finger where it was, he began slurping loudly on my cock, taking half of my cock deep into his sweet mouth. My cock belched out more precum thinking about whose lips were wrapped around my pole.

As I began to relax, I started lashing my tongue up and down his shaft, soaking it with my spit. A sweet pearl of precum bubbled up on his immense helmet shaped cock head, and I swooped in to lick it up. Where mine always tasted salty, Lorenzo’s was almost sweet and creamy in texture. As I started to suck the head into my mouth, I felt not one, but two fingers slipping in and out of my ass with ease. Sensations I never knew existed were rolling across me, all from my ass. I knew from the guys I had fucked in the ass that their asses were hot zones of pleasure, but I never quite realized how good it could feel.

When Lorenzo added a third finger, I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the pain. But once again, he was stroking my abs and thighs, caressing my ass cheeks as he murmured quietly to me.

“Shhhh, baby, just relax… I promise it will feel good in a second… Just relax….”

Eventually the pain subsided, and I relaxed a little, and started sucking his cock again. Try as I might I could only get a few inches into my mouth, so my hand went grasping out for the lube. My fingers closed around the tube, and I squeezed out a bit too much along the length of his cock. I giggled around his cock as I smeared the excess around his balls, inner thighs, a little even made it on to his taint. Which caused his dick to leak more precum into my mouth.

“Baby…” He chuckled “I don’t think I’m going to go that deep.”

In response, I twisted my hand around his shaft, smearing the gel around it, with a stroke upwards. At the same time, I swirled my tongue under his foreskin, eliciting a quiver of pleasure.

“Mmmmmmmm hmmmmmm” was the only answer I received, as Lorenzo was worshipping my cock, sucking most of it into his mouth, and the head slipping in and out of his throat. Now his three fingers were spreading out from each other when they weren’t fucking me. I was in sensory overload when I felt his other hand reach up and twist my nipple. I spat out his cock and groaned out,

“Fuck…no…Lorenzo stop… I’m going to shoot any second.”

Good to his word, he stopped his oral and nipple assault, and stilled his fingers, even if he left them in.

“How fast can you get it up again?”

“Umm, if I’m super turned on? Ten, maybe twenty minutes?”

Lorenzo laughed in his silky sexy voice. His fingers began to saw in and out, and when they were plunged deep inside he spread them out as far as they would go. His lips pulled back, he nibbled lightly on my glans. The fingers of his left hand stroked my chest lightly, before sliding down, and slowly circled the base of my cock. With a feather light touch, he began to stroke my cock.

“Then let it go. Let me swallow it down my throat. Unless spraying it over my body would turn you on more?”

Talk about hard decisions.

“I want to spray it over your chest.” I whispered, almost shyly.

“Okay, then get over here and straddle my waist.”

I thought for sure he was going to take his fingers out of my ass, but once I was in position, he sank all three fingers into me, causing my to shudder. Batting my hand away from my cock, he started to stroke me in earnest. It didn’t take long before I was rushing towards climax.

“Ohhhh…mmmm….Lorenzo, I’m cumming, Lor-enz-ooooo”

Cum erupted out of my cock like it had never done before. It was as if my cock had become a canon, and every rocket that exploded out of my cock caused me to almost see stars, the climax was so intense. As I came, I could feel Lorenzo jerking me deftly, pumping out every ounce I had. The way he twisted and played with my cock had his whole chest coated in white stripes of fresh semen. At last, the final aftershocks dissipated, his fingers slipping from my ass. I laid half on him, half off, temporarily drained of energy. Looking down, I saw Lorenzo smile. Dragging a finger through my jism he brought it to his lips and licked it clean.

“Not bad, but you should eat more fruits.”

I don’t know why, but a blush was creeping up my throat again. It prompted him to chuckle, and smear some of my cum across my abs.

“Do I make you so uncomfortable? You realize how much I’ve wanted you too, don’t you? Don’t be so nervous around me — you can’t offend me. I hope I haven’t offended you?”

There was a tenderness in his voice, in his touch, I had never known before. All the times in the past, sex was a purely physical act meant to do no more than to scratch an itch, to relieve some build up. But with Lorenzo, it was elevated, somehow. It all still worked the same, was still intensely pleasurable, but deeper. I suppose everything Lorenzo touched, he made it more profound in a way.

“You have, actually.”

“I have?” Lorenzo’s light green eyes showed concern.

“Yes, you have.”

“Rod, I’m sorry — I … tell me what I can do to make it right?”

“Well. You can get your fingers back in my ass and finish prepping me to take that baseball bat you call a cock.”

A rueful smile was all I got in return as he rolled onto his side. Then his fingers slid back into my rectum. As his fingers sawed back and forth, in and out of my ass, we kissed each other lightly. Stroking my cock slowly, Lorenzo had me in the palm of his hand; but never let me fall. All too soon the exquisite twisting digits, that would spread apart periodically, left again.

I watched fascinated, as Lorenzo applied lube to his cock, jerking it up and down, up and down. The sound of the package on the condom ripping open sounded loud in the room, as the whiff of latex filled my nostrils. While I had rolled a condom down my cock loads of times, including earlier that day, the way Lorenzo sheathed his cock was erotic. After pouring a more moderate amount lube onto my hand, I smoothed the slick gel all over his hard as steel dick, and hoped it would be enough.

“The best way to start is to ride it, later we can get creative and try other positions, but especially with bigger guys, riding is best. You can set the depth and speed of things until you get used to it. For me, I’m just happy to be the one to be here with you; even if we stop.”

I didn’t trust myself to speak, only managing a nod. Straddling Lorenzo’s hips facing away from him, a knee on either side of him, I raised myself up a little. Without urging, he used his hands to support me in this slightly awkward position. Taking his heavy cock in hand, I found my asshole and guided the helmet shaped head to rest against my rear entrance.

“Just ease your weight down on it a little and push out … ” I could see him struggling for an elegant word.

“Like I’m taking a crap?” I grinned over my shoulder at him.

“Yes, like that.” He smiled back.

Taking a deep and calming breath, I started to lower my weight and push out with my ass muscles. Feeling his spongy head was kind of sexy. Pressing down, it slipped past my hole, causing Lorenzo and I to laugh a little. But with a sense of purpose and stranglehold on his dick, I pressed the big head into my hole and almost screamed.

If I thought three fingers had been difficult to get through, I wondered if I could get past the head. A baby’s arm holding an apple was an understatement for how it felt. It felt like a bowling ball. Tears pricked my eyes and I was glad he couldn’t see my face. I felt one of Lorenzo’s warm hands stroke my flanks.

“Take your time…it’s okay… we have all night, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” I chuckled.

The tension in the air eased a bit as we both shared a laugh. I managed to get the head past both portals without dying, but then I sank too fast. Tears welled up in my eyes in pain and I frowned in frustration.

“Shhh… bello …. take it easy…”

“I just want it all, I want to show you…”

“Hey… tonight is about you, this is about you. You have nothing to prove.”

Holding myself in position on my heels with Lorenzo’s hands holding my ass, I wanted him deep inside me, but was nervous about getting there. I guess I clenched my ass muscles because Lorenzo let out a sigh of pleasure.

“Mmm… that feels so good baby, mmm you’re doing so good, only about half more to go.”

With this encouragement, I took another inch. The burn emanating from my backdoor wasn’t too bad when I rested a few seconds. We continued the push-stop-adjust-repeat process for a while. When at last my balls were resting on Lorenzo’s, I sighed deeply.

“Fucking hell …. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this full in my life.”

“Oh Dio! Ci si sente così bene!”

Lorenzo’s sultry exclamation was followed by his curling his toes and his ass lifting off the bed. Taking a breath for a moment, I swatted his ass cheek playfully.

“Hearing you speak Italian is hot, but I don’t speak it.”

Pitching forward, I held onto his thighs and lifted up, sliding more than half of his dick out of my hole. As every latex covered inch of ridges, bumps and veins rubbed against my anal walls, sparks of pleasure shot through me.

“Mmm … that’s it, bello … ” his soft murmurs were getting me even more excited.

Plunging back down, my balls slapping against his skin, my entire being fixated on the shocks of pleasure my body was taking from it’s contact with this enormous dick. I rose up and fell, smoothly taking the whole length with relative ease. The girth still caused me some trouble at first if I went too fast.

“…mmmm…Holy Shit!”

Lorenzo had suddenly rolled us over and was withdrawing his cock from my hole. As I fell back, I felt his deft fingers cradle my head so I wouldn’t bang it on the bed frame.

“Too close…too hot…” He rasped, discarding the condom.

Pressing his body down on top of mine he rubbed our chests and cocks together, which definitely caused my cock to twitch. As his face left my neck, I pulled his face in and kissed him.

Tracing my tongue across his lips, my eyes drifted closed and I was once again overwhelmed by just touching Lorenzo. My tongue slid across his lips, brushing sensuously over his, my body quaked with need. With a growing heat, our kiss intensified. Dueling for dominance, tongues lashing, lips bruising in their pressure. Just when I thought I could cum just from his lips on mine, Lorenzo began to slide down my body.

“Everything about you…tastes so good…” He whispered.

Lorenzo’s lips dragged down across my jaw line, following the hollow of my throat; bathing my skin in little nips and licks until he came to my nipples. Arching my back under his touch, he twisted pulled on my eraser sized nipples until I was gasping for air.

“It’s so hot to watch you respond to my touch.”

Every word he spoke was caressed by his sexy accent, but augmented in a wonder I knew was special to me. Watching his face descend past my navel, I felt my cock pump out some precum onto his chin.

“Mmm… that’s it bello…” Lorenzo whispered.

He scooped up the cum on a finger and fed it to me, anointing my lips with it before he sank the digit past my lips. It tastes bitter and salty, but it was so erotic. Making eye contact with him, I began to nurse his finger.

Grinning, Lorenzo swooped down, and took my cock into his mouth. Rolling his tongue across the swollen head of my leaking glans, it was hard to keep eye contact with him. Moaning around his finger, I watched his handsome face take more and more of me in.

I couldn’t help it, my eyes drifted closed in pleasure. As soon as my lids closed, I felt Lorenzo pull on my balls, causing my eyes to fly open. Shaking his head, he swirled his tongue all along the ridges of my cock and gently rolled my balls between his fingers.

Letting my cock slip from his mouth, Lorenzo came up my body slowly, running his hands across my chest, until his face was nestled into the crook of my neck. Breathing across my ear as his teeth dragged themselves gently across my earlobe, my cock twitched as it rubbed against his.

“Come on lover, I want to see your face when we make love.”

Pressing a soft kiss against my lips, he didn’t see the effect of his words on me. Recovering, I watched as he rolled over onto his back, taking the lube and pouring a generous amount on his cock, working it in. As Lorenzo reached for a condom, I took it from his hands.

“Let me?” I whispered.

“Always, whatever you desire…”

Taking the condom in my hand, I tore it open with my mouth. When my hands began to roll the latex sheath down his girthy prick, I heard him gasp.

“I love it when you touch me…”

Smiling, I straddled him again with a knee on either side; but now I faced him. Taking a little more lube, I brushed it across my still relaxed hole, and hoped it would be enough. With his hands resting on my thighs, Lorenzo smiled up at me.

Returning his smile, I positioned his cock against my back door and pressed against it. I looked up at the ceiling during the initial penetration, willing myself not to tear up again. It still felt like a bowling ball was trying to get up my hole, but I held it together. Besides, my attention was focused on what I found on the ceiling and the idea it gave me, so the pain wasn’t so bad.

“Oh god almighty… so tight…” Lorenzo exalted softly as I slowly slid down the full length, my balls resting on his abs.

Resting for a second with my ass pressed down against his lap, I pressed my hands against his chest, running my fingers through the dried streams of my cum. Getting a grip on his pecs, I slide up his thick shaft. Again the pleasure exploded across my body in waves.

“Oh fuuuckkk yesss…” I hissed.

Pulling out as far as my position allowed, I plunged back down, savoring the ecstasy of re-entry before rising back up. Over and over, I rode his cock up and down. But I wanted so much more, knew there had to be more pleasure in this.

“Shiiiitttt, your asssss is soooo sweet!”

Twisting Lorenzo’s nipples as I repositioned my feet so they were flat on the bed, so I could change how much I could take in a stroke. Watching what I intended, I felt warm hands grasp my ass, giving me more support. Hands on my knees, I rose up higher than before, impaling back down the length of his fat prick.

“Goddamnit….I want MORE.” I growled.

Looking over my head, at the brass bar, I lifted my hands up, and gripped it between my fists. Smiling down at Lorenzo, I dragged my body up like I was doing chin ups. When I felt his glans about to leave my ass, I sat back down heavy, grinding my cheeks across his trimmed pubes.

“Like that baby?” I grinned madly.

Before he could answer, I was rising all the way up again before I was dropping back down onto his steely erection. Lifting myself up again, I clenched my ass tight together, the whole way up his cock. My cock belched out a stream of pearly precum as I felt every single bump and ridge of his cock as it slowly left my ass.

“Ah Dio, yesss…. I love it… unnnghhh”

I watched in satisfaction as I saw Lorenzo’s head twisting back and forth, his hands still on my knees. Looking over my shoulder, I saw his toes curling in pleasure. Unclenching my ass, I rode back down, and repeated my clenching as I lifted myself up and down.

“…I never…knew…it could…be sooooo….goddamnit….good…” I groaned in pleasure.

Whimpering I felt my grip loosening from sweat and fatigue. Just when I thought I was going to lose my grip, Lorenzo had wrenched his body up, quickly teasing a nipple between his lips. While pleasing my chest, his arm slid up my back slick with sweat until he had a grip on my shoulders.

Our chests pressed together, I felt his lips meet mine. Bruising each other’s lips, I could feel Lorenzo’s hips begin flying upwards, fucking me as we fell back on the bed.

Twisting, Lorenzo rolled us over so I was on my back. His dick never left my ass, and he kept on thrusting as he assumed a position like he was doing push ups. I spread my legs as far as I could, looking up into his light green eyes, sweat dripped off our faces with exertion.

“Cum with me, Rod… tell me when you’re close…”

Lorenzo had moved a hand wet with lube and sweat, encircling it around my rock hard shaft. His warm palm and fingers felt like a tight orifice I was fucking as he pounded into my ass.

“JESUS CHRIST!” I bellowed

At that moment, I felt Lorenzo’s unbelievably thick cock slam against what had to be my prostate, not once or twice, but repetitively. It felt as though he was trying to fuck it right out of my mouth. With every press, it felt like minor orgasms were erupting through me.

Eyes locked on each other, I didn’t need to say I was close. He knew, just as I knew he was closing in on his climax. Clenching my ass around his cock, working it like I had when I was riding it minutes ago. His remaining arm collapsed to his elbow, he brought his lips down to me again, his hand a blur on my shaft.

The moment our tongues connected, I moaned. Feeling his dick buried up my ass, his hand all over my cock, his tongue on mine, Lorenzo’s sweat mixing with mine, crashed down on me physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Hitting my zenith, I felt his first shot of cum dump into the condom, it was so forceful; and the first jet of my orgasm hit us on the chin. I wrapped my fingers through his hair, clinging to his body as another round of shots burst from our cocks. Wet hair slipping through my fingers and slick tongue exploring my mouth, I moaned my soul into his.

His hips never slowing, Lorenzo fucked each shot of cum into the condom, deep inside my ass, as hard as he could. Finally, as my balls expended the last of their load across our chests, his dick slowly started slipping out. All strength having been sapped from his limbs, Lorenzo fell on top of me.

Summary: Seeing a big black cock in sauna turns straight married man.

Note: This is a Nude Day 2013 Contest Entry.

Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991,Leanne and Goamz for editing this story.


I went through my mid-life crisis recently, but instead of buying a Porsche or a 800 inch flat screen TV or fucking my twenty-two year old secretary (although it was tempting) Instead I decided to get back in shape. I was an athlete in high school and college, but in my thirties work, family and neglect have added a few more pounds than I was proud to admit. So now in my early forties, I bought a year membership at a fitness club, knowing I was way too cheap not to use it if I paid for it.

I went after work a few times the first week but it was way too busy and by the time I got home it was almost seven…the evening already half gone.

So the second week I shifted to morning workouts. There were only a few people there and it was more of a relaxed atmosphere. By Wednesday, I was getting into a routine and I pushed myself to get to the next level. Unfortunately, my body ached and even after fifteen minutes in the hot tub I was kind of stiff and decided to hit the sauna.

I had been in the sauna maybe a minute when a well-built black man, probably in his late twenties, sat directly across from me. He was made like a football linebacker with tattoos everywhere. I didn’t mean to look, but his legs were wide open, and his large black cock was dangling right in front of me. I had heard black guys were hung; but had never put any thought into it until the moment one was right in front of me. Even flaccid, it was bigger than mine when it was completely hard. I didn’t mean to stare, but I was in such awe of its length and girth I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

“You’re new here,” he said, distracting me away from his large package.

My face felt flush at the thought of being caught staring at a man’s cock, but thankfully I could blame the hot sauna for my red face, and not my embarrassment at staring at his cock. I replied, “Yes, well I worked out last week after work, but found it too busy and I was too tired from the long day at work.”

“It is much quieter here in the morning,” he agreed.

“I am enjoying it much more,” I answered, doing all I could to not be drawn back down between his legs, an invisible magnet seeming to be drawing me down. “Plus I feel more refreshed and energetic all day.”

“It is a great way to start the day,” he agreed. “What do you do for a living?” He asked.

“Banker, stocks and bonds,” I replied. “You?”

Ignoring my question, he said, “That’s a pretty stressful job.”

“It can be,” I shrugged, just as the door opened and another man walked in. He seemed surprised to see me as he stopped looking unsure.

“It’s okay, he is new and doesn’t know the rules yet,” the black man said.

The mid-fifties man still seemed unsure what to do, which baffled me.

“Either in or out, cocksucker,” the black man ordered, his soft friendly demeanour suddenly changing.

It was like watching something in slow motion. I know I had heard the words correctly, yet I couldn’t quite accept I had. I stared as the older man walked over to the black man, dropped to his knees and took the huge cock in his mouth.

The black man continued talking as if he wasn’t getting head in a sauna in front of a stranger, as if it was a natural every day thing. “So banking is a pretty stressful job. What do you do to relieve the stress?”

“I don’t know, watch TV, read, work out,” I shrugged and joked, unable to avert my eyes from the scene right before me.

“Sorry, what is your name?” He asked.

“Jim,” I replied, “you?”

“Doug,” he replied. “Married?”

“Yep,” I replied, showing the ring, “twenty-one years.”

“Marriage a bit stale?” He asked.

“It can be, like all marriages,” I shrugged, answering all his questions for some reason.

“You suck cock, Jim?” He asked.

Pulling my eyes away from the blow job, unaware I was again staring, I stammered, “W-w-what?”

“Do you suck cock? Or are you just curious?” He asked.

“Sorry, I’m straight,” I clarified.

“You sure?” He asked, implying I wasn’t.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I replied, even as my cock began to harden, thankful I had put the towel over me when originally sitting down. “I should get going,” I said, beginning to get up.

“Sit down Jim,” Doug ordered, his tone instantly shifting again from friendly to authoritative.

For some unexplainable reason I obeyed, and I am not usually one who obeys orders.

“I just need to make sure you know the rules of the morning sauna, Jim,” he said, his voice again friendly.

“I didn’t realize there were rules,” I said, trying to act casual during the very awkward situation.

He chuckled. “In the morning very few people come, although many that do come really come.”

I didn’t completely understand what he was saying, but did get the ‘really come’ reference as I watched the live gay act right in front of me, my cock betraying me.

“You see the morning ritual is a mixture of people working out and people getting worked on if you get my drift,” he continued.

“I am catching on,” I joked, my cock continuing its rise, even as I begged it to behave.

“I doubt you noticed but there are colours on the side of the door outside. Each has a specific significance. Blue means the sauna is currently empty, which it was when you first came in here. Yellow means someone is in the sauna but is actually using the sauna as a sauna like you were assumedly doing.”

“Y-y-yes, I was, I mean I didn’t know there were rules,” I said, again desperate to defend my manhood.

“So I see,” he smirked, seeing the tent growing under my towel. “Anyways, green means someone is waiting for a blow job, black means someone black is waiting for a blow job, purple means someone is inside waiting to give head, while orange means someone is inside waiting for some backdoor action.”

“Oh my, that is pretty complex,” I joked, continuing to act casual about the whole strange experience.

“Lastly, if you see red you are being warned that the sauna is in use like it is right now,” he finished.

“I see,” I said.

“Do you?” He asked, “It is important you understand the rules.”

“It’s pretty straight forward,” I replied.

“Nice pun,” he laughed.

“So I should just avoid the sauna, is that what you are suggesting,” I said.

“Unless you want to suck, get sucked, fuck or get fucked,” he clarified.

“I don’t think so,” I said, although I couldn’t remember the last time I got a blow job. Looking at the older man bobbing up and down, I wondered briefly if gay men sucked cock better than women.

“I have heard that before,” he said, a smirk on his face.

“Oh I am pretty positive. So these are some rather unorthodox rules,” I said, before asking, “How do people know these rules and not end up walking in on a…situation?”

“Word of mouth,” he replied, laughing at his own pun. “Of course, over time it gets a reputation. Kind of like Cohen’s Pub for the ladies.”

“What about Cohen’s Pub?” I asked, which I knew by reputation was a sports bar in a seedier part of town.

“White sluts, usually married white sluts, who want black cock go there. The color of their nylons defines what they are into,” he explained.

“Wow,” I said, even as an image of my wife going to such a bar popped into my head, “apparently you learn something new every day.”

“That we do,” he chuckled.

“I need to get going,” I said, trying to hide my now fully erect cock from being seen.

“Go ahead,” he smiled.

I stood up, my tent impossible to conceal. “It was nice to meet you Doug.”

“You too, Jim,” I said. As I reached the door, he added, “When you change your mind I will be here same time, same place, but it is first come, first serve, and I stress the word serve.”

“I am not gay,” I re-confirmed.

“Either is Samuel here,” Doug pointed down. “Are you, Samuel?”

“No sir,” the older man replied, as he took the big black cock, which I got to briefly see fully erect, out of his mouth. Just as quickly, the black cock disappeared in the older man’s mouth.

“You see, Jim, most white men like yourself are just a trigger away from becoming a cocksucker,” he said, the words ludicrous and yet his tone confident.

“Trigger?” I questioned, curious about this theory.

“Yes, a key moment where the idea or opportunity to cross a forbidden line occurs. I imagine yours just occurred today,” he said.

“How so?” I asked, even though I should have left right then and there instead of allowing myself to be drawn into this ridiculous theory.

“You are straight and have never had sex with a man, right?” He said.

“Correct,” I nodded.

“It has probably never seriously even crossed your mind that you may one day crave a cock in your mouth, has it?” He continued.

“Agreed,” I replied, continuing to stay firm, even as I continued to watch the older man bob up and down on Doug’s big cock.

“And I imagine your sex life with your wife is predictable, boring and nowhere near frequent enough in your opinion,” he said, sadly completely accurate.

“It is fine,” I replied, not wanting to admit he was correctly pegging me.

“Fine,” he chuckled, “that is a non-descript word if there ever was one. The reality is right now your cock is stiff and ready to shoot and you are in complete denial to the reason why.”

“I’m in denial now?” I replied, annoyed by his smug assessment of me. Sure I was hard, and sure watching a guy with another guy getting a blow job turned me on, but that didn’t make me gay.

“You will leave now pissed at what I said. You will go to work and do your daily blah routine, but in the back of your mind will be this,” he said, standing up, his cock slipping out of the older man’s mouth.

I stared at it against my will. It was so thick, so long, so dark and yet undeniably I was drawn to it. I had never in my life seen a black cock, nor had I ever in my life considered a cock to be juicy, yet there was no other way to describe his cock. My mouth salivated and my head got light, which I could blame on how long I had been in the sauna and not a sudden desire to…to…to…suck cock.

His cock swayed like a hypnotist’s watch, unable to look away from his big black monster. “Ready to cross the line, cocksucker,” he asked.

Being called a cocksucker pulled me out of my daze, even as a chill went up my spine. I was suddenly desperate to get out of there, I stammered, “I-I-I got to go.”

He laughed as I rushed out of there, “See you soon.”

I quickly got dressed and hurried out of the gym. As I drove to work, I tried to understand what had just transpired.

Why had I gotten hard?

I wasn’t gay.

Why couldn’t I stop staring at his big black cock?

I wasn’t gay.

Why did my mouth water at seeing the full length and width of his juicy cock all wet with another man’s slobber?

I wasn’t gay.

Why had I just called a cock juicy?

I wasn’t gay.

Why could I still see his cock so perfectly in my head?

I wasn’t gay.

Why was my cock still straining to get free in my pants?

“I am not gay, I am not gay, I am not gay,” I repeated to myself.

At work, I was able to focus on my work until the early afternoon when another co-worker, James, a younger black man, was in the bathroom when I was. I was taking a piss when he moved to the urinal beside me and pulled out his cock. The first thing that popped in my head was ‘I wonder if he had a big cock too’. I desperately tried to finish urinating, but my eyes began to move to look down over the divider between the urinals and get an answer my question. Before I knew it I was staring at my co-worker’s cock. As soon as I got a good look, which confirmed the rumour that black men are hung, I stared back at the wall. I finished peeing even as my cock began growing.

Back in my office, I cursed myself, praying he didn’t notice me glance at his smaller than Doug’s but still very thick and long cock. I locked my office door and decided to just jerk off. I figured once I shot a load, I could focus properly. It was like when I was in college and fucked an unattractive chick: I rationalized, while horny, a mouth is a mouth and a cunt is a cunt. However, once I shot my load in or on her, I was mortified by my lack of judgement.

I pulled my cock out, closed my eyes and began pumping. I usually stroked myself fantasizing about Janice my blonde big breasted twenty-two year old secretary, or Allison another co-worker who was a fiery redhead with the tightest ass ever, or Mrs. Walker, my daughter’s long-legged English teacher. Yet, as my balls began to boil, it was Doug’s big, juicy, black cock that popped in my head. Horny as hell, I allowed the fantasy to get me off.

“Come get your treat, cocksucker,” Doug ordered, his big cock lying flaccid between his legs.

I walked over to him, dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth.

“That’s it cocksucker, suck me the way your wife used to suck yours when she was young,” he ordered.

Remembering when Susan used to deep throat cock suck and swallow, I bobbed hungrily taking more of his thick cock with each forward bob.

“Good boy,” he moaned, as I took all his cock in my mouth.

I moaned back on his cock, excited that I was pleasing him.

My cum sprayed up in the air like a missile launch as my orgasm exploded out of me, an orgasm way more intense than any my usual quick stroke fantasies. I shook my head, quickly cleaned myself off and put my cock away.

Thankfully, having come, I again thought the idea of blowing a man was ridiculous; although I was embarrassed the idea got me off in the first place, I was once again able to focus on work.

That night at home, I vaguely listened to my wife, Susan, ramble on about her day, was reminded that my daughter’s high school graduation was in a week and stammered when she asked, “How was your day?”

“I-I-I um fine,” I answered, laughing at myself as I remembered Doug’s definition of ‘fine’,

“You sure?” Susan asked, noticing me babble.

“Just a long day and my body is a bit sore,” I said, which was true.

“Did you use the sauna after your workout?” She asked.

“Yeah for a bit?” I said, deciding not to tell her what I witnessed.

The rest of the night was normal. At bedtime, I tried to get some action with Susan, but she said she was too tired. As I lay in bed, I pondered if I should go workout in the morning. Deciding I would just avoid the sauna, I wasn’t going to let some stranger change my routine which I had began to enjoy.


The next morning, I arrived at my regular time and worked out with only a couple others in the gym. Doug wasn’t there, although I didn’t recall seeing him working out the last time either.

My workout done, I was going to the locker room when, like a magnet, I was drawn to the sauna.

Walking towards the sauna, I saw a chubby black man from behind take the orange card out and put the red card in. My cock began to rise at the thought of what was about to happen in the sauna, as I tried to remember what orange meant. I pulled open my phone to check as I typed them all in yesterday out of amusement. He was going to be fucked in the ass by some guy! I shook my head at how surreal this all felt as I headed to the locker room.

As I headed to the locker, I felt a strange sense of disappointment even though I had no intention of going in the sauna. Yet, as I got dressed, an undeniable growing hunger filled me. My cock was again hard at the thought of what was occurring in that sauna right then. Once dressed, I decided fuck it; I went to the far bathroom stall to shoot a load, thinking a quick pump and shoot would get me focused on my work today.

I was furiously pumping my meat when I heard footsteps and then Doug’s voice in the stall beside me. “That you, Jim?”

I froze. I considered lying, I considered not speaking, but in the end I answered, “Yeah.”

“You jerking off?” He asked.

I stammered, “N-n-no.”

“I think you are. I think you went to the sauna and saw it was being used and were disappointed. But it got you hard, even though you don’t know why, do you, Jim?” He said, completely summarizing my current emotional state.

“No, I don’t,” I admitted, just as I noticed a hole in the panel between us.

“I know why,” he said as his big, thick, cock snaked through the hole. “You crave black cock. You didn’t know you did, but once you saw mine yesterday it is all you have been able to think about, isn’t it Jim?”

I stared at it, now just inches from my face, looking even bigger up close. Like Pavlov’s dog, my mouth instantly watered as if I was conditioned to salivate when I saw a juicy black cock.

“Did you masturbate yesterday after seeing my cock, Jim?”

“No,” I lied.

“You’re lying to me, Jim. I can hear it in your voice. Be honest Jim, you masturbated yesterday didn’t you?” He asked again.

“Yes,” I admitted, embarrassed.

“And you thought about my cock, didn’t you, Jim?” he asked, his tone implying he already knew the answer.

“Yes, fine, that doesn’t make me gay,” I frustratingly answered.

“I never called you gay,” he clarified, his cock staring me in the face. My mouth was watering as if his cock was a juicy steak.

“What else would I be if I sucked cock?” I asked.

“A straight cocksucker,” he answered.

“That isn’t gay?” I asked, moving closer to his cock to take a closer look.

“No, you are gay if you only suck and fuck men, Jim. You don’t just suck and fuck men do you, Jim?”

“Of course not,” I said, his logic making strange logical sense in my confused mind.

“I can feel your hot breath on my cock, Jim,” Doug pointed out. “It’s okay, Jim, I know what you want, what you need. Just go ahead, Jim. Get rid of the curiosity that has overwhelmed you since yesterday. Accept that you are hungry for black cock and submit to your natural born submissive desires,” Doug said, his words somehow sounding logical.

I knew this was it. The moment that would forever change who I saw myself as sexually. The moment I stood up and walked out proving my straightness or the moment I leaned forward, crossed the invisible line of straightness.

“Now or never, straight cocksucker,” Doug ordered. “There are lots of other white straight boys who would beg to be in your position right now.”

Being called a cocksucker somehow turned me on. The thought of sucking his cock took over my every thought. I leaned forward, opened my mouth and took the thick, juicy, semi-erect black cock head in my mouth.

“That’s it, Jim,” he purred. “Worship my cock like you have craved to do since you first saw it.”

Somehow the absurdity of his words soothed me. His dick in my mouth, I suddenly wanted to please him, to worship him, to be his good straight cocksucker. I swirled my tongue around his mushroom top, loving the rare times my wife would tease me with her tongue.

“Making love to my cock, are you?” He chuckled. “How long have you been holding back these repressed desires? You are obviously a natural born cocksucker.”

Again his words were ridiculous, but all I cared about now was his juicy cock in my mouth. I took more in and marvelled at how it hardened in my mouth like magic. A sudden pride washed over me knowing his cock was becoming iron stiff because of my mouth. I only had maybe a quarter in my mouth and wondered if getting all of it in my mouth could even be possible.

He moaned as his cock became fully stiff which sent a chill of excitement up my back. I couldn’t believe I was sucking a cock, a black cock, in a public bathroom and yet I couldn’t imagine not doing it now. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth, it felt so natural so fulfilling.

“Do you like my cock in your mouth, cocksucker?” He asked a couple of minutes into my slow back and forth bobbing, as I attempted to adjust to taking more of him in my mouth.

Author’s note: While it isn’t absolutely necessary, you might wish to read part one to find out how we got to this situation. Or, not. It does explain some potentially confusing things, though. I think this is a bit hotter than part one, though being too close to it, I could be wrong. We were both adults. No one was harmed in the writing of this story, though a lot of self abuse did occur.


I awoke to Jim’s voice saying, “What are you still doing in bed?”

“Huh? What are you doing here?” I was lying on my stomach hugging my pillow and was still groggy so I didn’t even try to raise my head.

“I beat on the door but you didn’t answer so I came in to make sure you were alright. I thought we were going fishing today.”

“I had an exhausting couple of days and conked out. Fishing?”

“Didn’t Debra tell you? I mentioned it to her before she left and she said you’d probably want to go. She said she’d tell you and you’d call if there was a problem.”

“Oh. No, she didn’t mention it. She must have forgotten in the rush.”

“Damn! I thought it was a plan.”

“Oh, sorry, I got to bed late and just didn’t get up this morning. I didn’t know I was supposed to call you.”

“Well, what else are you going to do today with Debra gone? C’mon! Might as well haul your ass out of that bed and let’s go. I have the boat hooked up and ready to go!”

Shit! I was suddenly very aware of what I was wearing under the covers! I could feel the panty stuffed bra under my chest and the erotic caress of the stockings against my thighs and legs. Those damn panties were still wrapped around my thighs, too. No way was I getting up with Jim in the room!

“Uh, OK. Why don’t you go push the button to start the coffee pot and I’ll be out in a jiffy.”

“Good idea. See you in a couple of minutes, then.”

Whew! I heaved a big sigh of relief as Jim headed out of the bedroom. I’d just dash into the bathroom and strip the stuff off, real quick.

But Jim heard the sigh and apparently thought it was a snore. He came back to the side of the bed and said, “Hey, I heard you snore. No going back to sleep, now! Haul your lazy butt out of the bed right now!”

“OK, OK, I wasn’t snoring. I’ll be right out.”

“Damn right! I’ll go when you get out of bed. Up!”

“I’m getting up now. Go start the coffee.”

“Riiiiight. I’ll go when your ass is out of the bed!”

“Umm. I’m not wearing pajamas. Go ahead. I’m awake.”

“Since when did you become shy? Who cares?”

Jim grabbed the sheet and blanket and, with a mighty heave, tossed them all to the foot of the bed. His eyes widened in shock.

Shit, shit, shit!

“Damnit! You just had to do that, didn’t you?” I didn’t move because I certainly didn’t want to show him more than he could already see. Besides, I had a case of morning wood.

“Uh. Yeah. I guess so…” He gave a little laugh. “I gotta admit; you definitely aren’t wearing pajamas! Ooooo, and your panties are in the naughty position, too!”

“Yeah, now get out of here! I’ll see you when I get out there, and we’ll go fishing.”

Jim started for the bedroom door again and I raised my head to watch and started to move, but he suddenly reversed directions and came back to the side of the bed. He put a hand on my shoulder and the other on my lower back over the back of the garter belt, holding me down but not hard. He sat on the edge of the bed without moving his hands.

“Not so fast! It looks like you had other plans today. Why should you change them just because I thought we were going fishing?”


He shifted his elbow and forearm to where his hand had been on my shoulder and leaned down close to my ear and said softly, “Yeah. You know? A little bird told me…little wifey bird…yeah…that’s what it was. A little wifey bird told me that another little wifey bird told her some things about you. Interesting things.”

As he was saying this, the hand at my lower back softly drifted lower, caressing my ass in a very deliberate way.

“Uh? What are you talking about? What are you doing?”

“Yeah, told me several very interesting things as a matter of fact.” He continued to caress my backside, running a finger gently up and down the crack. I unconsciously and automatically tilted my pelvis, lifting my rear into the caress in the process and let out a soft gasp. He ran his hand down underneath me, over my balls and to my morning hard dick. “Well, at least one of the things the wifey bird told me certainly seems to be true!”

Shit again! I certainly hadn’t meant to respond, but I had been caught unexpectedly and hadn’t had any time to think about any of it. Trying to explain that it was only morning wood would only make things worse. “What the hell are you doing?” I practically shouted in my embarrassment.

“Testing some things I heard awhile back.” He said just as softly as before. “Seeing if they are true. At least one is. Let’s check another.”

He raised his hand and brought it down in a firm swat across the nearer butt cheek. He raised it again and swatted the other. But this time I automatically met his swat with another lift/tilt of my hips.

I thought to myself, “Damn! Stupid! Jerry what is wrong with you?” as he took another swat. I automatically met it too!

Jim sat back upright and said in a louder, firmer voice, “Yep. Looks like another interesting thing is true, too!”

“What the hell are you doing?” I yelled again and started to get up. But he leaned firmly on my shoulder and back with his forearm and started swatting hard and fast, going all over my sit spot and upper thighs.

“Hold still! I told you, I’m checking out some information that I got, to see if it is true!”

“Hey! Stoppit!”

“I don’t think so!” He switched back to caressing and, once again, ran his hand down under me. I couldn’t help myself! I rose up again so he could run his hand all the way under and caress my even harder cock. I moaned, involuntarily.

“Yeah! Another thing I heard is true!” He started spanking me again moving rapidly from cheek to upper thigh, to other thigh, to cheek, covering my ass in sensuous heat. Damn! No doubt that he had my number. So it obviously hadn’t been a one way revelation session between the wives! They had both told secrets that they should have kept!

Jim stopped spanking and started caressing again and leaning down towards my ear again said, “We can still go fishing in a while if you want, but right now, why don’t you just move over here across my lap?”

What’s a caught out spanko to do?

“Well, get off me, then.”

He did and dropped his legs off the edge of the bed. I was totally embarrassed but found myself crawling over the lap that was thus made available. He pushed one leg off his lap and wrapped one of his over it and leaned his forearm into my back again, thus pinning me neatly and without another word, started spanking me again. He spanked away, 40 or 50 swats, not particularly hard, but eliciting a nice warm glow on my bottom before stopping to caress my ass again. He ran his fingers up and down the crack, the palm of his hand over the curve of my butt cheeks, then back to the fingers up and down the crack, pushing into it gently, teasingly until I thrust up to allow the fingers more access to the depths therein.

“I didn’t notice the toys on the bathroom counter before.” He commented. He could easily see into the bathroom from his seat on the edge of the bed. “I guess that makes the third thing I heard true, too. … Hey? Did your wife discuss some kinky things about Celia and me, too?”

“Um. Yeah.”

“And did she suggest that you should try something with me about it?”

“Yeah. Yours, too?”

“Yep. Kept pushing it, too. What did you tell her?”

“I told her I had no interest in men and that there was no way I was going to jeopardize our friendship over something like that.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what I said, too. It looks like the ladies have been conspiring!”

“Sure does!” I was still face down over his lap, of course, and he started spanking again. My butt was nice and warm from the previous round but it still felt like a warm up spanking, not a very hard spanking. I gave in to the whole thing and just gave him the best presentation I could for his swats. After quite a few more swats; I wasn’t counting; he started the caressing again. “So do you feel like our friendship is in jeopardy?”

“Not really.”

“OK, then here comes some more!”

“Wait! My bladder is about to burst. I’ve gotta pee first.”

He let me up and I shucked the panties on the way into the bathroom.

Jim must have read my mind. “Hey! Don’t take anything else off! No point in trying to hide it now and I like it; looks good.”

“Um. OK, I guess.”

When I was finished with the toilet I stopped and brushed my teeth and splashed some water in my still sleepy looking face before walking back out of the bathroom. Jim hadn’t moved and had sat watching me at the sink. Thankfully the commode was in a little alcove out of sight, though we had seen each other pee on many occasions; there are restrooms around every tree at both our places. Our wives used to joke that Jim and I didn’t need bathrooms.

Anyway, instead of going back over his lap I reached behind him and grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and started pulling it up. He raised his hands so I could get it off. Then I grabbed a hand and pulled him to his feet.

“Your jeans are really uncomfortable in a tender spot!”

I knelt and unbuckled and unbuttoned his jeans, swatting his hands away when he reached to do it himself. Looking up at him I unzipped them and pulled them down. I caught the motion of his cock springing out at the edge of my vision. I looked down at it. I’d seen it many times, of course, but never like this. I took it in both hands, looked back up and said, “No underwear?”

“None. The jeans were actually getting pretty uncomfortable in another tender spot, too.”

Looking back at his crotch, I cupped his balls in one hand while I slowly and gently stroked his firm rod. His eyes drifted closed and he mumbled, “Maybe we should have listened to the wives a long time ago.”

“Maybe.” I agreed.

He was pretty much the same size as me, maybe a tad shorter and fatter, but not much of either. The biggest difference was that his was straight and mine has a slight but definite curve to the left, the legacy of much self abuse during my developmental period when I had discovered that I could make myself feel amazingly good even before I could ejaculate and well before it was big enough to get my whole hand around. Squeezing it with a thumb and finger while I masturbated caused it to curve slightly to the left as it developed and grew. Damn, there I go again, drifting off from the story!

As I looked at Jim’s erect dick I felt a totally unexpected urge to take him in my mouth but just didn’t quite have the nerve to do it. I let go and stood back up and pushed against his chest, causing him to sit back onto the bed.

I looked him in the eye and said, “Debra spanks a lot harder than you do.”

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“I wouldn’t want to bet on it either. No marks other than redness, allowed, mister.”

“No marks”, he agreed. “There’ll be a lot of redness, though.”

“Yeah. I imagine so.” I turned sideways and started to slide between his legs when he said, “I know you must have some paddles or something. Get them.”

I went to the closet and grabbed all the spanky toys from the box and, returning to the bed, dumped them onto it.

Jim picked them up one at a time and evaluated them, testing their feel. It took a little while. There were about fifteen of them.

“Which are your favorites?”

I picked up a couple of the paddles and a strap cut from an old belt and handed them to him.

“Ohhh Kayyy, back into position, then.”

I pushed his left leg against the bed with my body, flopping my upper body over it. I separated my legs so he could lock me in again and he put his free hand between my shoulder blades. “Here it comes.” He announced, and started right back in. But his right leg was in the way a little bit so he paused and pushed me up on the bed a little more before locking me back in. Both of his legs were between mine but from opposite sides, the left wrapped around my left from the front and his right around the same leg from behind. I was well up on his left leg, my hard dick trapped between me and his knee. I could feel his erection against my hip. Once I was positioned to his satisfaction, he started right back in again, without comment.

But this time, he built up very quickly to a very hard spanking. I started squirming so he leaned across my back without slowing or stopping the rain of slaps on my backside.

“WOW!” “OUCH!” I yelped but he still didn’t slow or stop.

Finally I just couldn’t stand it anymore and really started bucking, trying to get up. “Enough!” I yelled. “STOP!” “STOP, STOP, STOP, stop, stop, stop, stop! No more!”

But he just ignored me and kept the flaming storm roaring all over my seared ass.

All the bucking and pleading was completely ignored until I finally stopped bucking as the endorphins kicked in and I reached the zone. Now he could spank me all day; it hurt but I no longer cared. It hurt so good!

So, of course he stopped. I moaned. But he didn’t let me up. I moaned again as he started caressing my very hot bottom. Once again he started working his fingers up and down the crack, alternating with flat palmed caresses over my whole behind. When his fingers went back to the crack I opened my legs to allow more access. He accepted the offer and lightly ran a finger across my sensitive anus, before switching back to whole ass caresses. I felt his weight shift and started to move but he held me tight and soon I heard the familiar snap of the cap on the lube bottle; he had leaned over to retrieve it from the nightstand. Cool drips invaded the space between my cheeks. The fingers came back and started gently probing.

“Should be clean.” I mumbled. “I did enemas last night.”


A finger began probing the tight opening in earnest. I noticed his cock was very hard against my hip. The finger pushed insistently so I relaxed and it slid in easily. The invader slid in and out several times before curving to massage my prostate. I moaned loudly; I was totally and unashamedly lost in pleasure. Another finger was added, then another. I was moaning uncontrollably now but was too gone to care. He was stretching me to the limit with each inward thrust, passing firmly over my prostate each time, and then withdrawing almost all the way when I bore down and pushed back. I was grinding against his knee.

Then, without warning, he pulled his fingers out and left me totally empty and bereft of pleasure.

He gently assisted me up onto the bed. I grabbed a couple of pillows and put them under my pelvis as I lay face down across the king sized mattress. He said softly, “Don’t move.” and walked into the bathroom. I heard the closet open and he returned with a couple of towels. He swatted my ass and I thrust it upwards in acceptance of another spanking, but he said, “Raise up so I can get a towel under you. I rolled over to the side instead and watched him as he spread the towel over the pillows and bed. He was as hard as I was. He looked at me and patted the towel and I got the message, moving back into position.

But this time he grabbed my iron bar erection and kept it from being trapped under me, aiming it downward. He gave me a dozen or so firm swats and I heard that snap again. This time the lube was applied to my dick with a warm, slippery hand. He stroked it a few times but stopped just before I came.

“You know what happens next. Got a condom?”

“No, but unless you’ve messed around with someone other than your wife…”

“Not in 16 years.”

“Twelve for me. Don’t sweat the condom.”

I heard the snap again but this time he was lubing himself.

“Do you think this is going to ruin our friendship?” He asked.

“Too late to worry about that! Just, get on with it for Chrissake!”

He laughed. “Yeah.” I felt him move into position. The soft tip of his hot erection invaded the space between my cheeks and slid around before locating its target.

“I can’t get in.” Jim said. “I’ll squash you. You’ll have to get up on your knees.”

“No, lay on me. Fuck me!”

I felt his weight come down across my back, his breath warm in my ear. I felt his weight shift as he moved a hand to guide himself and I raised my hips as much as I could to meet him at our mutual need. His cock pressed firmly at my sphincter and I bore down to allow entrance. Suddenly it slid in, setting off fireworks in my whole body.

“OH, YEAH!” we both moaned, simultaneously.

He slowly worked it in to the hilt and we both groaned again.

I felt him relax his weight onto me and the hand he had used to lube and steer his manhood into me came up and wrapped around my shoulder after pausing to wipe the lube off on the towel. The other hand was already gripping the other side. I tilted my ass back to thrust onto him as deeply as possible. I could feel his rough pubic hair against my hot, well spanked ass. He slowly withdrew almost all the way before reversing direction and slowly pushing in as deep as he could get.

We both moaned again. He did it again, and again, slowly increasing the pace. We were both making noises of pleasure almost constantly now. I pushed myself up enough to work my arm and hand under me so I could reach my still very slick, very hard erection. His hands slid around under me and under the cups of the bra and his weight eased but didn’t go away as he transferred some of it to his elbows. He started pinching both of my nipples, sending hot sparks down to my dick, which was now firmly in my hand.

He made a couple more long, deep strokes and suddenly blurted, “Oh, Jesus! I’m going to come! Come with me!”

“Unh! Yeah!” It was a grunting whisper as I felt the familiar sensation of impending orgasm.

Suddenly it swept through me and I was crying out loud with pleasure. I knew he was coming, too but I was too overwhelmed to pay much attention. I know I wasn’t the only one making a lot of noise but, beyond that, I knew very little except the slow, hot explosion that swept from deep within my groin outward through my whole body. Finally the waves of pleasure began to calm and Jim’s motions slowed and ground to a halt. His full weight collapsed onto my limp body and he remained planted in my bottom. We both just lay there, too exhausted from the huge orgasms to do more than just gasp for breath.

Wow! If it is always like this, why aren’t all men gay? Or at least bisexual?

Finally our breathing slowed and Jim’s rapidly shrinking ass pleasuring wand slipped from its nest. I twisted my body and dumped him onto the bed beside me so I could breathe a little easier, but neither of us opened our eyes or moved for several more minutes.

Finally I cracked one eye open and rolled so I could see him. He opened his eyes and shut them again. I noticed a deep red flush come up his face and into the ear that I could see. He started to move away.

I was embarrassed, too, but I put a hand out and stopped his movement.

“You’re embarrassed? Man that was amazing! You should be taking a bow!”

He opened his eyes again and sniggered and we both burst out in uproarious laughter. When it finally ran down he said, “Thanks. I didn’t know what to say.”

“Yeah. Me neither, but what the hell; my best guy friend just screwed me over and I loved it! Fuck you too, buddy!”

We burst out laughing again.

“Look, I gotta admit , that was better than coffee, but I think I really need some.” I started to get up and looked down at my sticky hand still in my sticky crotch. “I think I need a shower, too. You’re chickenshit if you don’t join me. But I’m gonna start the coffee first.”

Notes: Thanks to Leanne and MAB7991 for their editing expertise.


I was getting ready for a trip to Washington on business, for work when Bill, a guy I didn’t like at all, said at coffee, “If you are in D.C. you have got to go to the Iron Rod.”

“The what?” I asked, barely listening since all the guy did was bullshit.

“The Iron Rod is the best pick-up bar in Washington. You are literally guaranteed to get fucked,” he explained.

In retrospect that was the hint of what was about to happen to me, but I didn’t catch it. His smug smile should also have been another clue. I quipped, “Yeah and you will fuck anything.”

“True,” he agreed, “but this place is legendary. I fucking guarantee even an average looking dude like you will be a sure thing.”

I said I already had plans but we would see what happens.

The second night in D.C. after a long boring day of meetings, a supper with clients that included a little too much booze and goggling at hot waitresses in short skirts, I returned to my hotel drunk and horny.

Remembering Bill’s mentioning of that sure thing bar I figured what the hell, I would check it out, maybe even get laid.

The bar was a bit out of the way, so I got a taxi to get me there. On the drive, I concluded although I was not hammered, I was feeling pretty buzzed.

Buzzed enough to pay the ridiculous thirty dollar cover, buzzed enough to not question when the massively steroid built bouncer insisted that they keep my driver’s license till I left the club, buzzed enough to sign a piece of paper just to get into the bar and buzzed enough to not notice the complete lack of women in the place as I sat at the bar and ordered a drink.

I had one good long sip of my drink before I surveyed the bar. It took me only a few seconds to realize Bill had sent me to a fucking gay bar. There was not a woman in the place, unless you counted some of the fairies wearing punk scarfs or prancing around like queer pipe blowers and poop chute takers they were. I instantly cursed Bill and texted him.

You fucker, I will get you back for this.

I decided to shoot my drink and get the fuck out of there before some queer thought I played on their fucking side.

As I shot my first drink, the bartender placed a second drink in front of me.

I said, “I didn’t order a second drink.”

“It is from Bulldog,” the bartender said, as if that ended the conversation.

There was no way I was accepting a drunk from some faggot. “No Thanks,” I said, pushing the drink back.

The bartender looked at me alarmed. He leaned in and whispered, “You don’t say no to Bulldog.”

“Who is Bulldog?” I asked, amused by the name.

“The master of the house,” he answered, before adding, “and he loves fresh white meat.”

“I am not a fag,” I said.

“Oh you will be by the time Bulldog is through with you,” the bartender promised with a knowing smile.

Curious who supposedly had so much power, I asked, “And who is this Bulldog?”

“See that big muscular guy with all the tats,” he said, pointing to a table in the corner.

I looked to the table where a big, bald, black guy was sitting staring at me. “Holy shit, he is huge,” I gasped.

The bartender agreed playing with my words, “That he is, even with his pants on.”

I glanced back at him, he had his drink in the air and was clearly giving me a toast.

Not wanting to offend the man who could break me in two with his bare hands, I took the drink he had bought and raised it to him.

He gave a nod, as if giving me permission to have a drink. Trying to prove I was a man I downed the drink.

As I looked at him again, I noticed something I hadn’t before. Some queer’s head was bobbing up and down, assumedly on Bulldog’s cock.

Shaking my head after the instant buzz from the drink, I quipped, “Looks like he already has some queer blowing him.”

“Be careful what you say, straight boy, or you will end up in the hospital,” the bartender said, not offended but clearly issuing a warning.

A guy who looked a lot like Matt Damon, but younger, came to the bar and said, “Ken, Bulldog wants another cocktail and another one for his new friend.”

“Of course,” Ken the bartender replied.

The ridiculously good-looking guy who could easily get any chick he wanted with just this looks alone, was obviously a knob polisher, which I bet a ton of woman felt was a shame, said, “Bulldog would like you to join him for a cocktail.”

I was proud of myself for not saying what I was thinking, which was shit you are a cocktail (he had a cock and he takes it in the tail). But I replied, “Um thanks, but I was just leaving.”

The pretty boy said, “Well, you have a drink to finish and it would be very impolite to not at least say thanks.”

Every time he kept saying cocktail I had to hold back laughter, men did not say cocktail. Finally, I realized it would be easier if I just ended this personally. As Ken returned with my whiskey, I gave a nod and said to the pretty boy, stressing the word ‘cocktail’ as two separate words, “Lead the way cock tail.”

Oblivious to my intended insult, he smiled, his voice going disconcertingly high, “Right this way.”

Bulldog’s eyes never seemed to leave mine as I walked over to his table, the faggot still bobbing up and down, oblivious to how absurd he looked sucking cock in public, even in a gay bar.

Arriving at the table, I took control, “Thanks for the drinks, but I’ve really got to get back to the hotel.”

Ignoring what I had just said, he spoke, his voice soft yet strong, “Where you from?”

“Detroit,” I answered, my eyes gravitating against my will to my first live queer scene.

He kept talking to me as if it were natural to have someone sucking his cock while having a conversation (which for him it probably was). “Cool, I am a Red Wings fan.”

I am a diehard fan and not realizing I was being pulled into a conversation I had come over to prevent, I said, “Me too. I grew up when they sucked in the late eighties and have met Yzerman on a few occasions.”

“Very cool. I loved Yzerman too, too bad he ended up in Tampa Bay, not really a Mecca for hockey,” he said.

“So true,” I laughed.

“Take a seat,” he said, not rudely, yet it was clearly an order and not a suggestion.

I don’t know why I obeyed, but I felt my legs bending and soon I was sitting on the opposite side of the cocksucker.

Closer now I could see the blow job clearly and my jaw dropped open even wider, when I saw how big Bulldog’s cock was. It was obvious why he was called Bulldog: his cock was long and thick. It made my five inch cock look like a child’s toy.

“Eleven inches,” Bulldog said.

“What?” I asked, only partially hearing him.

He said matter-of-factly, “My cock is eleven inches long.”

Trying to act casual, I commented, “That must get you a lot of action.”

Ignoring my assessment, he asked me, “So why are you in D.C.?”

“Work,” I said, trying to avoid what was natural to want to look at. It was like driving by a car accident, you don’t want to look but you can’t resist.

He chuckled, “Want to replace him?”

“Pardon?” I asked realizing I was staring. I quickly looked away at what was the biggest cock I had ever seen not in a porn movie and quickly clarified, “I’m not gay.”

“Then why are you here,” he asked.

My eyes gravitated back to the older white guy sucking away on the massive cock. “A co-worker of mine told me I was guaranteed to get fucked here,” I admitted.

He laughed, “Well that is a guarantee I can make you too.”

I began to get up knowing I was getting in way over my head and quite nervous about the implication of his guarantee.

As soon as I stood up he ordered, his tone firm and authoritative, “Sit down, Martin.”

I didn’t sit down but instead asked, “How do you know my name?”

Pulling something out of his pocket he read what appeared to be my drivers’ license. “Martin White, born April 3.”

I demanded, “Give that back to me.”

“All in good time. Now sit,” he ordered, his tone more aggressive and clearly absolutely intolerant of any insubordination.

This time I did as I was told.

“So we have a bit of a predicament Martin,” he began.

“And what would that be?” I asked, shooting down the rest of my drink and getting rather annoyed by the whole situation.

Bulldog snapped his fingers and the Matt Damon looking faggot got up and went to the bar, assumedly to get me another drink.

“You see when you entered here you became part of the Iron Rod family,” he continued.

“Which means?” I asked, glancing back to the white dude still slobbering up and down on Bulldog’s cock. A thought of sucking cock flashed in my head and I just as quickly dismissed it.

“Still in denial aren’t you Martin?” Bulldog asked.

“What!” I asked, just as another drink arrived.

“You are having flashes in your mind of sucking my chocolate perfection,” he correctly assessed.

I stammered, after taking a long dug at my drink, “I-I-I am m-n-not.”

“Liquid courage,” he said, before continuing, “Do you remember signing a paper when you entered the club?”

The booze beginning to get to me, I vaguely remembered signing a piece of paper and joking I was signing my life away, the irony of that statement now becoming crystal clear. “Yeah, so what?” I shrugged.

“Every person here, a top or a bottom, signed the same confidentiality waiver, but as you probably know waivers aren’t worth the paper they are written on,” Bulldog continued.

“Are you getting to the point anytime soon?” I asked, trying desperately to ignore the temptation to look at the cocksucker sucking Bulldog’s cock, while trying to look tough and straight.

“The tough man bullshit doesn’t impress me, if anything all it does is further convince me you are a bottom in denial,” he said, calling my bluff.

“I don’t even know what a bottom is,” I countered.

“You will soon enough,” he laughed. “So where was I?”

“Explaining that waivers are shit,” I offered, my years in legal experience confirming he was right.

“Of course, you are a good listener Martin. So anyway since waivers are not legally helpful and utter discretion is needed to protect our clientele, many who are celebrities, or in positions of power, we need to have something damaging on you to make sure you don’t out any of our members.”

“Why would I do that? I don’t even know anyone here,” I asked.

“Don’t you?” he asked. “Say hi, Judge Wellington.”

The cocksucker took the huge black cock out of his mouth and looked up and said, “Hi.”

It took me a moment to correlate that the man who had been slowly sucking on Bulldog’s huge cock was one of our countries federal judges.

Bulldog snapped his fingers and one of the most powerful men in the country returned to sucking cock. “Did you take a good look at the men in the bar?”

I still was in shock but really I hadn’t in retrospect. Once I realized I was in a gay bar, I got disgusted and avoided eye contact, although truth be told I was always rather oblivious to my surroundings (something that drove many ex-girlfriends nuts). “Not really,” I admitted, adding, “once I realized where I was I quickly decided to finish my drink and head back to my hotel.”

“Yet here you are,” Bulldog smiled.

“Not by choice,” I countered.

“You always have a choice Martin,” he responded, before suggesting, “Look around. Take a good long look.”

Curious, I did as suggested. I turned around and was suddenly overwhelmed by reality. First off there was a stage at the back that I couldn’t see from the bar earlier. Currently on the stage was a male stripper dressed as a fireman, a guy who was easily one of the most ridiculously good looking men I had ever seen. Although I am not gay, I know when someone is good looking.

As I continued scanning the room I became overwhelmed with the shocking reality of what I was witnessing.

At another table was Senator Hawkings and he had some young black man bobbing furiously like his life depended on it. At another table a middle age white guy was seemingly riding the cock of a similarly aged white man. On the dance floor guys were making out, slow dancing and so forth.

Yet, the biggest shock came as I was turning back around to Bulldog. In the corner, Carter Harper the tough guy for the Washington Capitals, was bent over getting fucked by some older man in his early fifties. It was unfathomable that such a tough guy could be a faggot. Even more shocking was the clear facial expressions of pleasure that was on his face; he loved getting ass fucked by this old dude and didn’t seem to care who saw.

Bulldog laughed, assumedly at my stunned face as I couldn’t stop watching the tough guy get roughly fucked by some old dude. “You see that is the luxury of the Iron Rod Martin, complete anonymity. No one in the city knows that the resident tough guy loves nothing more than to be fucked in the ass. He will take a half-dozen cocks up his backdoor in one night regularly, although his record is 21.”

“Fuck off,” I said to know one, still unable to believe what I was seeing.

“Look at me, Martin. You can fuck him later tonight if you want,” Bulldog said.

My cock flinched in my pants at the thought even though before today I had never once considered fucking a guy. I reluctantly quit watching the bizarre scene and returned my gaze to Bulldog.

“When you signed that waiver at the door, you agree to be filmed tonight and any other night you are here,” Bulldog informed me.

“I won’t be here again,” I responded, desperate to hold onto every last straight fibre in my being.

“Oh, I have heard that before. But they all come back,” he chuckled, confident in his words, before repeating, “they all come back.”

I didn’t respond as I just tried to process everything going on around me.

He continued, “To guarantee the protection of our clientele we have to make sure you never have any inclination or temptation to reveal what happens here or who frequents our establishment.”

“I won’t,” I promised, thinking who would believe me anyway.

“Oh, I believe you,” he said, before adding, “but your word isn’t enough to guarantee your silence.”

I was beginning to understand his unsaid intent. “You are not serious.”

“Deadly,” he said, with not even a hint of a smile. Snapping his fingers, the judge who had been slowly bobbing up and down for over twenty minutes sat up. Bulldog’s facial expression didn’t change as he said, “Your turn.”

A million thoughts ricocheted in my drunken brain, yet his big cock saluting me was blurring my straightness. I could feel the urge to suck his cock growing, thinking to myself no one will ever know. Yet, the lingering masculine side of me, the one that made gay jokes and mocked gay men was yelling for me to walk away.

Assumedly seeing my inner struggle, he said, “Go on, Martin, fate led you here, and woke up a long repressed inner desire you didn’t even know existed. Just relax and let it happen. I know and you know you want to suck my cock. Don’t fight it.”

His words no longer seemed ludicrous like they had earlier, instead they seemed logical. Yet, I was still paralyzed by indecision.

He chuckled, “Plus, my cock is going in one of your holes Martin, and I am not sure your little ass is ready for me.”

My eyes went big and suddenly I rationalized I was going to obey not because I wanted to, but because I had no choice. I was trapped in his gay bar and clearly wasn’t going to be allowed to leave until they had me in a similarly compromising position as they obviously had everyone else here. Slowly, I moved closer and leaned forward, taking his cock in my hand. I couldn’t believe how rock hard it was and suddenly imagined him fucking me with it.

As if reading my mind, he smugly said, “All in good time. But let’s start with making you a good little cocksucker.”

The name should have offended me, but yet instead I felt my mouth opening as I leaned forward and took the mushroom top of his huge cock in-between my lips.

“Good boy,” he purred, “enjoy my big chocolate stick.”

Another condescending name and yet it only made me want more. I blamed the booze, I blamed the bizarre situation and I blamed Bill, but those were all just excuses. In the end I wanted to suck his cock. I slowly took more of his long, thick cock in my virgin mouth, suddenly feeling determined to not suck at cocksucking, I know, ironic.

“I think you were born to suck cock, Martin,” he complimented when I had a third of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

Each sly compliment only deepened my submission and enhanced my eagerness to please.

“Fuck, you have a suction grip on my cock,” he groaned as I tried to replicate the best blow jobs I ever received, which always had a girl making her mouth feel like my cock was tight like in a glove.

“Faster, Martin, convince me you want to taste my cum,” he ordered, over half his cock now in my mouth and I obeyed, suddenly hungry to do just that, taste his cum.

“You look so hot with a big cock in your mouth, faggot,” he moaned, a minute later, the derogatory name became a harsh quick hit of reality, yet instead of a burning shame I should have felt, I heard myself moan on his cock as I tried to take more of his monster in.

“Shit man,” he groaned, “you really are a natural little cocksucker. I bet you are already imaging my cock in your virgin little man pussy.”

The suggestion and term man pussy should have been absurd, yet the idea suddenly seemed like a natural next step, my cock dying to break free from its restrictive home.

“Proof of your worth, faggot,” he grunted and without warning shot his cum in my mouth. I don’t know what I expected it to taste like, but it was shockingly salty sweet. I swallowed as much as I could but I gagged on the excessive amount and some came out my mouth. Much to my own shock, I apologized, “Sorry, it was just too much cum.”

“It’s ok, cocksucker, you did pretty good for a virgin,” Bulldog replied, “getting over two-thirds of me in your mouth on your first time was pretty impressive.”

“Thanks,” I said absurdly, oddly flattered by his compliments, proud I had impressed him.

“Ready for your movie?” he asked.

“Pardon?” I asked, thinking I was done.

“That was just your appetizer. To guarantee your undying loyalty we need you in a very compromising position,” he informed me, his cock surprisingly still fully erect.

“What else am I expected to do?” I asked, although deep down I already knew.

“You must first get naked, get a cock nice and hard with your mouth and then have him take you in your man-pussy,” he informed me, casually like he was talking about the weather.

“My man pussy?” I questioned as if that were the only odd thing said.

“Yes, straight faking faggots like you get fucked in your man pussy, or your ass if that makes you feel better,” he said, before ordering “Get naked.”

“Here?” I asked, praying there was somewhere private having accepted the reality that I was going to get fucked, Bill’s promise coming true. Oddly, an acceptance had come over me and instead of fear and disgust, I felt instead intrigue and excitement. My cock was rock hard and had been for awhile.

“No, go onto the stage,” he pointed.

“Please no,” I pleaded.

“This isn’t a negotiation,” he replied firmly. “Now, go. We have a pretty big surprise for you, both literally and figuratively.”

Anxieties now filling me with dread and fear at being the center of attention, I slowly walked to the currently empty stage.

“Our newest dancer is Martin, he is a marketing representative out of Detroit here to seal a deal with Parker’s House. An hour ago he was as straight as an arrow, but one look at Bulldog’s magic wand and another straight one is converted. Without further ado I give you our newest addition to the Iron Rod family, Martin,” a speaker said over the intercom like you would hear when a stripper was introduced.

Music started to the obnoxious ‘Sexy and I know it’ song as hoots and hollers began from the crowd.

I stood frozen at first but after looking to Bulldog who just nodded and I noticed the judge had returned to the slow up and down on his big chocolate stick. I couldn’t believe how my mouth instantly watered and I felt a hunger to suck his cock again even though his semen aftertaste was still in my mouth. Suddenly wanting to impress him, I started my dance. It was awkward and uncomfortable at first but when the first whistles came followed by money thrown on the stage I began getting into it. I just let go and allowed the rhythm to pulse through me. After the first chorus, I took off my shirt and tossed it in the growing crowd on the dance floor. More whistles, comments of take it all off and crumbled money had a huge adrenaline rush flow through me. I flipped out of my shoes as the spotlight stayed on me.

As the second chorus ended a chant began, “Pants, pants, pants….”

I obliged, adrenaline taking over as I unbuckled my belt and in one quick pull it was off. I tossed it on the floor as I unbuttoned my dress pants and unzipped it slowly as I looked directly at Bulldog.

Finally, I pulled my pants down, again awkwardly, and was standing in front of over sixty men in my boxers, my erect cock poking out.

I continued dancing, feeling somehow liberated at being almost naked. And as the song ended, I went for broke and pulled down my last remaining piece of clothing, revealing to all my six inch erect cock.

The guys on the dance floor hooted, hollered, whistled and clapped as I stood in my birthday suit in a gay bar.

An announcer returned, “What a riveting performance from our newest member. And now for his initiation.”

Anxiety again pulsed through me. “Walker, please join us on stage.”

My eyes went big, my face red as I saw Mr. Parker, the CEO of Parker’s house who I spent all day with trying to convince him our company was best for his upcoming campaign, sauntering towards me.

He smiled as he joined me on stage. “Surprised, boy?” he asked, his southern accent heavy.

“S-s-sorry,” I stammered.

“Sorry, who do you think set you up? Bill became a good little bottom for us last year when he got the account and he suggested you would be a perfect addition to my boy harem,” he revealed, unbuckling his pants.

I was stunned. Even after sucking a cock and doing a strip tease, this was a shocking turn of events. The boss of the company I was trying to win over earlier today had somehow set this all up.

The look on my face must have been equivalent to what I was feeling as he chuckled as his fully erect cock was unleashed. “How willing are you to get this contract?”

A part of me wanted to punch him in his smiling face, yet another part of me knew I would do almost anything to get this deal and the promotion that would likely go with it. Yet, both these conflicting realities were overpowered by an undeniable hunger to suck his cock. I don’t know what changed in me, as a couple hours ago there was no way I would even have considered sucking cock or any other faggot activity, yet there I was the thought of sucking cock overriding anything else.

So instead of talking, I did what felt suddenly natural, I crawled to his stiff appetizing cock and took it in my mouth.

“Good boy,” he groaned as I began slowly bobbing back and forth, on his much more reasonable six inch cock. Determined to do what I couldn’t with Bulldog, I continued taking more of Mr. Parker’s delicious cock in my mouth suddenly wanting nothing more than to get him off. After a couple of minutes of adjusting to his cock in my mouth I finally deep throated him.

He grunted, “You are one determined little cocksucker aren’t you?”

I moaned on his cock and was literally disappointed when he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“Time to make you forever a bottom,” he said, just as I felt hands on my ass and cold liquid between my ass cheeks.

I looked back and saw some young guy rubbing my ass with what was apparently lube. Three hours ago if any guy would have even vaguely touched my ass I would have put him in the hospital, yet now I was thankful for any assistance that would ease the impending pain.

Mr. Parker moved behind me and said, “Beg me to fuck your ass, Martin.”

The added instruction enhanced the humiliation factor and yet I was no longer resisting my reality, but embracing it. The words out of my mouth sounded so absurd. “Please fuck my ass,” I said.

He rubbed his cock in-between my ass cheeks and said, “You can do better than that. A good bottom is an eager one.”

His cock rubbing between my ass cheeks was driving me crazy with anticipation and I didn’t even hesitate as I moaned, “Please, sir, I need your cock in my ass so badly. Make me your bottom.”

“My personal faggot?” he questioned, his cock now at my anal ring.

“God, yes,” was all I could muster as the only thing on my mind now was his cock inside me. The thought so unthinkable a few hours ago was now all I wanted.

“Tell me what you are,” he demanded, as his cock head pushed forward.

“Fuuuuck,” I whimpered, as I felt my ass opened up and I admitted the inevitable. “I am a faggot, your faggot.”

“Good boy,” he purred, as his mushroom cock broke through my last weak resistance.

I don’t know what I expected to feel, but the actual feeling was a blend of euphoria and pain. The feeling of letting go, giving in was intensely satisfying and yet the burn inside my ass hurt with a sharp pain that enhanced the pleasure-pain principle ten-fold. The sound out of my mouth was a similar moan of confusion, “Aaaaaaahhhhhoooooh.”

Mr. Parker’s laugh, his hands on my hips, seemed to vibrate through me enhancing the stimulation and humiliation equally. He moved slowly forward, each inch inside bringing new pleasure and pain. My cock ached for attention as it stood erect even while I was being sodomized.

I closed my eyes to control the pain and enjoy the pleasure, the conflicting feelings tossing and turning inside me. Time stood still as this odd equilibrium of pleasure and pain cascaded through me inch by inch.

Suddenly he announced, “Good boy, my little bottom, you took all your Master’s cock.”

I felt a rush of pleasure at knowing I had taken it all, yet was shocked at Mr. Parker referring to himself as my Master.

“Say it faggot, say you want your ass fucked by your Master,” Mr. Parker ordered, his tone shifting to authoritative and dominant.

His cock was lodged deep inside me and all I could think about was having him fuck me. His cock had me feeling so full, yet the pleasure I wanted was just simmering below the surface and I hoped when he began fucking me the pleasure would come in waves.

I didn’t care about the audience, I didn’t care about my dignity, I only cared for what I suddenly craved…to be fucked. So I replied like a good eager bottom, which apparently I had become, “Please Master, fuck your faggot’s virgin ass. Make me your fuck-toy.”

“You are way more eager than your colleague,” Mr. Parker said, as he began pulling his cock out of me.

“Fuuuuck,” I moaned as he began slow deliberate strokes.

“You like that faggot,” Mr. Parker asked.

I couldn’t deny how good it felt to have a cock sliding in and out of my ass. I moaned, “Yeeeeeeees.”

His strokes continued moving in and out slowly as I got used to having my ass filled and when another hard cock suddenly was tapping my lips. I didn’t even hesitate to open my mouth, without even opening my eyes to see who it was, and I simply allowed another stranger’s cock in my mouth.

On all fours, it was awkward to suck, so I just allowed what came natural, I allowed him to fuck my face. Thankfully, his cock was small, but with each forward thrust I could feel his balls hitting my chin, which made the submission seem more humiliating and dirty. Yet, like each act of submission, I instantly craved the stranger’s cum.

After only a couple minutes, I heard a grunt and felt my mouth filled with the stranger’s hot seed. I swallowed it all and opened my eyes to see a very flamboyant young man pulling his cock out of my mouth.

“Welcome to our side,” he said, his high pitched voice making my submission more humiliating as he was the stereotype of a queer I had always mocked so scathingly.

An older gentleman replaced the queer, his cock still only semi-erect. Without instruction, I opened my mouth unbelievably still hungry for more cock.

Mr. Parker asked, “James, ready for a back and forth?”

“Sounds like a plan, Walker,” the old man groaned, as his cock grew in my mouth, a feeling which was oddly satisfying, knowing it was my mouth making him grow.

“Faggot, are you ready to fuck us both,” Mr. Parker said, letting go of my hips.

It took me a couple of seconds to understand his expectations. I was to fuck myself on his cock. Yet, another additional humiliation to this bizarre day. Yet, my eagerness to please him was all that mattered, and I began to slowly move back on his cock. Once it was fully in me, I moved forward, taking the older man’s now fully erect cock completely in my mouth. I started slowly moving back and forth, taking all of Mr. Parker’s cock in my ass and then all the older man’s cock in my mouth. As I got into a constant rhythm, I began to pick up the pace wanting to be fucked faster, harder and deeper. It was unthinkable but true all I wanted was to be used.

A couple of minutes of the back and forth, my ass slamming back onto Mr. Parker’s cock, his cock going even deeper inside my ass, and I thought I may come without having my cock touched. Suddenly, the older man pulled his cock out of my mouth and furiously pumped his cock until I felt his sticky seed on my face as he used me like some cheap sorority whore. The act built on the humiliation and yet it only seemed to make me want more. Another cock replaced the last one and I continued my cocksucking train.

“Where do you want my cum, faggot?” Mr. Parker asked.

I didn’t hesitate when I took the small cock out of my mouth and begged, “Fill my ass, my man pussy with your hot cum. I want to feel you fill me completely.”

“As you wish,” he grunted and in a few more strokes I felt the incredibly bizarre yet ultimately satisfying feeling of being filled so full. My own cock quaked and shockingly I came harder than I had ever come before, as pulsation after pulsation shook my cock.

Mr. Parker chuckled, “Wow, coming from having your man pussy pounded, you really are a little faggot aren’t you?”

“Yeeeees,” I trembled as the greatest sensation ever quivered through me.

Wanting more, I took the small cock back in my mouth and hungrily bobbed up and down again like I was some slutty co-ed.

As Mr. Parker pulled out, I felt his cum leak out of my ass, again adding to the complete humiliation.

To my surprise, a few seconds later my ass was full again with some stranger’s cock which I couldn’t see because I had a mouthful of cock.

An hour later, my mouth had serviced over a dozen cocks (I lost count after six) most which I swallowed, a couple who coated my face and had my ass fucked by almost as many.

By the time they were done with me my knees were throbbing, my ass burning and my jaw aching.

Mr. Parker asked, “So did you enjoy your initiation?”

I weakly answered, “Yes.”

“We have one more treat for you if you have any energy left,” he said.

Although my whole body was aching, my cock was still hard. I looked up my face sticky with cum, and answered, “Sure.”

“Well, it’s your turn to top. Choose anyone you want, they will likely bend over for you. We are very accommodating here,” Mr. Parker said.

“So it seems,” I replied, laughing slightly.

I looked around and saw my hockey idol, but he was already being fucked by some large black man.

I looked around suddenly hungry to fuck a man, again something that had never been a thought before today. Scanning the crowd, I saw the most flamboyantly gay guy I had ever seen and knew instantly he was who I wanted to fuck. In reality, he was almost a girl.

I walked over towards him at the bar and he smiled instantly, as if knowing my intentions.

He looked down at my cock fully erect and smirked, his voice disconcertingly high, “They always come to me.”

I suddenly was speechless. If he was a girl I would know exactly what to say and how to play the flirt game. Yet with this queer I was suddenly lacking confidence and feeling inferior to him.

He said, “Use a line on me, baby.”

His high pitched voice which I would have made fun of before today was suddenly a turn on. I tried to be suave as I said, “I like your outfit.”

“That’s all you got,” he said.

Sighing, I said, frustrated that he was making me work for it, “Look, I find you incredibly sexy and I choose you out of all the available men.”

“Kiss me.”

“P-p-pardon,” I asked.

“If you want to fuck me you have to kiss me,” he said, knowing that he was trying to push me. Oddly, I had sucked cock, swallowed cum and been ass fucked and yet this seemed more gayer than any of those.

“Here?” I asked.

“Right here,” he replied, smiling.

I strangely found his smile sexy and suddenly kissing him was not so gay; instead it seemed natural. I leaned forward, tentatively, and kissed him. His lips were softer than any woman I had ever kissed and before I knew it I was being pulled into him. I slipped my tongue inside his mouth, hungry for more.

Oddly, it was he who broke the kiss. “And you were straight before today?” he asked.

Just as quickly as I was pulled in, I was pulled back to reality. “What? Yes, I am straight,” I protested, even though such a declaration was really absurd now.

“Yes, you are as straight as they come,” he laughed, grabbing my hand and leading me to a corner booth at the back of the bar.

I followed him, my eyes on his tight ass the whole time.

“So what do you want, Sugar?” he asked as we reached a somewhat secluded part of the bar.

I wanted to fuck him, but saying the words suddenly seemed difficult to say. “I um, I….”

“You are so cute,” he said, waving his fairy hand at me.

Again what would have followed before today was my fist in his face, instead it had me blushing.

“Aaaah, am I making you blush,” he purred, as his hand went to my erect cock.

I moaned on contact as he moved towards me and said, “I warn you, baby. Once you have had me, no woman will ever be good enough.”

As I looked at him speechless and horny, he slowly fell to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. His tongue swirled around my sensitive mushroom top slowly drawing me in. Somehow creating a whirlpool sensation on my cock with his mouth and saliva. I could see why he was so confident about his promise as it was easily the best blow job I had ever experienced.

He easily took my whole cock in his mouth, not stopping until he had completely deep-throated my cock

He then wowed me again as he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me deeper into his mouth somehow. “Shiiiiiit,” I whimpered, his mouth doing things to me I didn’t even know were possible.

Suddenly desperate to fuck him, I reluctantly pulled out of his perfect mouth and demanded, “Bend over faggot.”

He stood up and said, his tone surprisingly manly and in charge. “You are not in charge here, faggot, I am. Is that clear?”

I stammered, “S-s-sorry.”

“Tell me you’re my faggot,” he ordered.

“I am your faggot,” I instantly repeated.

He pulled his skinny jeans down and revealed he was wearing a bright pink thong.

Take my panties off, straight boy,” he ordered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

I grabbed the thin fabric and pulled it down his legs revealing he had at least an eight inch cock which seemed so big on his petite girl-like body.

“Go ahead, suck it cocksucker,” he ordered.

I had come to fuck him and now I was back to being a submissive and oddly loving it. I took his cock in my mouth and tried to replicate what he had done to me. I don’t know how he created so much saliva while having my cock in his mouth, but I tried.

“Stop making love to it, queer,” he said, “bob up and down like the eager little cocksucker you are.”

Again such verbal insults should have infuriated me but instead had my cock flinching. I obeyed, trying to take as much of his cock in my mouth as possible.

After a couple of minutes of cocksucking, he pulled out and bent over the couch. I assumed he was finally going to let me fuck him, but instead he demanded, “Come lick my asshole, fag-boy.”

Again a new low of humiliation for me, yet the thought that he would eventually let me fuck him had me doing the disgusting task. I moved between his ass cheeks and paused as I stared at his white cheeks.

“Hurry up bitch, I don’t have all night,” he impatiently demanded, before adding, “now get licking.”

I put my hands on his ass cheeks and pulled them apart revealing the small rosebud. It was hard to believe looking at the tiny hole that it could fit my cock in it. I leaned forward, extended my tongue and began licking.

“That’s it straight-boy, become the ass-slut you were born to be,” he ridiculed, as I swirled my tongue around his rosebud.

The taste was surprisingly not disgusting, not great by any means but no worse than some of the slut pussy I had munched on over the years.

After a brief amount of time, he ordered, “Fuck my asshole with your tongue ass-licker, get it ready for your cock.”

My cock flinched at the implication that he was going to allow me to fuck him. I obeyed again, pushing my tongue like a small cock at his anal entrance. Slowly, but surely, I slightly penetrated his asshole and, although the act itself was so dirty, I felt a strange sensation of accomplishment at completing the task and hearing him moan.

“That’s it my pet,” he moaned, “you love my ass don’t you?”

“Yes,” I admitted awkwardly without taking my tongue out of his ass.

“And what are you willing to do to fuck it?” he asked.

“Anything,” I said.

“That is a pretty big scope of possibility,” he said amused.

“Anything,” I again repeated, so intoxicated by him.

“You will take me on a date tomorrow night?” he asked.

My eyes went big at the question and yet such a concept no longer revolted me. “Yes,” I agreed.

“Out to dinner and a show?” he asked.

“Wherever you want to go,” I offered.

“Hmmmm, and you will hold my hand and kiss me in public?” he pushed.

I hesitated briefly as he was clearly seeing just how far I would go. Yet realizing I was in a city no one knew me, I figured such acts would be humiliating but worth it. Plus, if I changed my mind tomorrow, I already would have fucked him. “With pleasure,” I finally answered.

“Tell me how sexy you think I am,” he asked.

“You are beautiful, um,” I began, realizing I didn’t know his name.

“Char,” he offered.

“You are beautiful, Char. Your lips, your eyes, your tight body and your ass are perfect,” I complimented, as I surveyed each curve.

“And my cock?” he questioned.

“As delicious as the rest of you,” I admitted.

“Fuck you are a cute little submissive straight boy, I might just keep you as my personal plaything,” he smiled.

“I am yours to play with,” I replied, without even realizing I had said it, the suggestion such a turn on.

“Hmmmm, I can’t wait to see what you say when you wake up in the morning,” he smiled, before adding, “Now come fuck me straight-boy. Learn what it is to really be pleasured.”

I didn’t need to be told twice as I quickly moved up behind his perfect ass and placed by cock between his ass cheeks.

“Slide it in, princess,” he purred.

I obeyed, pushing forward and slowly sliding inside his tightness. For a guy who I assumed has been fucked many times in his ass, it was tighter than any cunt I had ever been in. He easily took all six inches of me and once I was fully in I paused in such awe of how perfect I fit in him.

Ch5 – Maxie

Paul had though the idea of talking to Jesse through a hole in the wall was stupid, Guy thought it was inspired and Mina thought I was downright nuts. Toman had kept his head down, generally pissed at me for losing student leader privileges which allowed me use of the common room and the ability to leave school at lunch. He missed our off campus excursions.

Jesse and I were still on a no conversation policy at school, but had managed to graduate to ‘please’, ‘thank you’ and ‘pass the red paint’. We walked to and from school in near silence, but every night, without fail, I would hear the knock on the wall and we would lie in bed, on bed, and talk. They were the conversation we should have had at the beginning. Jesse told me things about his life back in London, his old school, playing county level sports, how he missed his friends but they’d all moved on and didn’t miss him. He hated the snow, which I though was weird, loved running, and had no idea who Keane were. I played him songs from my computer through the wall, holder the speaker against the hole and introducing him to the music that went with the poster I’d given him. He thought they were cool but liked Cold Play better.

We lay there with our note books and discussed our English assignment. We were finally done with Shakespeare which meant we now got modern poetry and the genius that was Simon Armitage. My copy of The Dead Sea Poems was covered in my messy inky scrawl, I’d no doubt that Jesse’s was as pristine as the day it was printed. Jesse liked ‘The Two of Us’, he read me the alliteration of the third line and I loved his voice when he did; “You eating swan, crustaceans, starters, seconds, sweet.” I read him ‘A Sculpture of Christ with Swings and a Slide’ taking my time on the lines I loved ‘I took back the stone like flesh from a bone/while he dozed, sleeping it off on his cross’ and when Jesse had to read it aloud in class the following day he copied my tone, read it for them like I had for him.

We talked like two nearly normal teenagers would. He told me about his dad cheating and why his mum had relocated them to, as he described it, the middle of shit-all and nowhere. He missed the swim team. I missed lunch at Toast. He wouldn’t talk about the kiss, simply knocked twice for no if I brought it up. We also steered clear of the fight and the hate and weirdness that had happened in the first two weeks we’d known each other.

And then, prize of all school-children everywhere, we got another blizzard and another snow day. Most of the kids at our school bussed in, and they couldn’t get in. I heard it on the morning radio and banged on the wall to wake Jesse. He knocked back and I heard the poster move.

“Dude what?”

“Snow day.”

“Cool. Lie in.”

“Nah,” I tapped twice on the wall for no, “Get up and come enjoy the day with me.”

“I hate snow.”

“Come on grumpy,” I tapped the wall, “Come out in the snow with me.”

I heard Jesse roll over in bed and I looked down the hole in the wall. He was silhouetted against the brightest in the room, I still had no ideas how he slept with the curtains open, and I felt hot lust run through me at the sight of him. Jesse’s profile was soft and innocent in the half light squint.

“Fine, but only if you come running.”

Now it was my turn to thump no on the wall.

“You scared of running Maxie?”

“Fine,” I hated running, but if it helped get Jesse out of the house, I’d do it, “Meet me out front in twenty minutes.”

I chose what I thought would work for running in the snow. Muck boots, tracksuit, t-shirt, hoodie and beanie. Everything was black, except the hoodie, which was bright orange and emblazoned ith the legend of the local universities ski and snow board club. It had been Paul’s.

Jesse laughed when he saw me. He wore a zip up tracksuit in burgundy with a gold-yellow thermal shirt. His washboard abdomen half blinded me.

“You ready?” Jesse jogged on the spot and I nodded, feeling anything other than ready.

Any ideas that we could have had a conversation while we jogged were blown away by the time we reached the end of the road. Jesse was obviously a really good runner. After the first hundred yards he shortened his stride, a bit less like a gazelle, so I could attempt to keep up. We took a turn around the block and then start up across the paddocks, heading at an oblique angle away from the school.

After twenty minutes Jesse stopped at the highest point of the old priory fields and stood with his head back, gulping down the sky. I joined him, panting, a minute later.

“Holy cow,” I dropped back and collapsed in the snow, “You really can run.”

Jesse knuckled me once on the arm.

“Thanks,” He held out a hand to pull me up, but I dragged him down instead, “We gotta get you some serious training, you could be a great runner.”

“Very funny,” I tried to stretch out my shoulders, “You know I don’t do sports.”

“Why?” We got up and Jesse began to walk down the hill, kicking out his legs, “You could join the cross country team. If you can match me you’d definitely place top five.”

“Showers,” I got up and followed Jesse, “Come on, let’s go to Toast.”

“But it’s cold and wet and slushy.”

I looked around at the pristine white powder snow.

“You should have worn boots. Come on.”

Jesse seemed relaxed as we walked into town. The chill air cooled us down pretty rapidly, and all that exercise made it pretty easy not to be distracted by his beautiful abs and the way his high tight butt moved in his track suit. Three thing hit me when I open the door of Toast. The scent of freshly baked things, the waft of warm air that carried the smell and a three stone husky. Jesse shouted in surprise as I was knocked back by Nuka’s flying fur.

“Hey there buddy!” Paul appeared in the doorway, “Nuka always did love that hoodie. Here boy.” The big husky got off me and stood panting by his ‘dad’. “Who’s your friend?”

I jumped up and went to knuckle Nuka’s ears, the big dog’s tongue lolling.

“Paul this is Jesse,” I gave him a hard look and shook my head almost imperceptibly, “Jesse this is my good friend Paul. And this Nuka. Nuka say Hi.” The husky aimed his muzzle at the sky and howled, “He likes you.”

“He does?” Jesse looked sceptical, “Hi.”

“Don’t stand on ceremony, come on in.”

We ended up at a corner table. Jesse got a big coffee and a giant slice of chocolate cake. I got a vitamin water and a biscotti and earnt a bunch of Coffee Club vouchers.

“Dude what is with the diet food?” Jesse chowed down on his cake like he hadn’t eaten in days.

“I don’t do sport’s remember,” I rubbed my ribbed stomach, “And I like the way I look.”

Jesse waved cake under my nose.

“You’re running with me now. You’re going to have to eat.”

“Easy for you to say beanpole. Your waist is tiny.”

Jesse smiled, and it was the first real expression I’d ever seen on his face. I rubbed his shoulder and he flinched away from me.

“There’s stuff I wanna tell you,” His voice was low, and his ice blue eyes, made brighter by the snow, pierced me once again, “But I can’t. It….just give me time OK?”

I nodded.

“Sure,” I scoffed my biscotti, “Let’s go build a snowman.” When he frowned I chuckled, “Hey, I did your running thing, now you gotta come be stupid with me.”


Snow didn’t last and we were back at school all too soon. And everything had changed again. Jesse and I talked. On the way to school, in tutor, during English and art. We talked so much in fact that Miss Shin had to shush us as she did the register. In English we started a new poem and Jesse’s finger followed the words of the work in his copy of the book which we held between us; ‘to the place of his birth/with a gift for his brother/And they see for themselves/each eyeing the other/through a telescope now/which had once been a mirror’.

I loved ‘Afterword’, and Jesse liked it too, we discussed the work at length throughout the art lesson and by the end of the session had both planned different pieces inspired by the poem. At break he went to sit with Ian and Pete, drinking soda’s and looking for all the world like he belonged with the sporty popular kids.

It was Wednesday before Mina and Toman found me one lunch in the art room, setting up my own canvas for ‘Afterword’.

“So…” Mina plopped herself into the chair next to me, looking totally out of place and way too neat in the mess of the art room, “You and Jesse buried the hatchet?”


Toman pulled my easel away from me.

“Oh no, you don’t get away quite that easy.” He fixed me with his best stern look, which wasn’t very good, “A couple of weeks ago you hated each other’s guts. And let everyone know that. Publicly. Now it’s all hearts and flowers? What the heck is going on?”

“We…turns out we have lots in common.”

Mina arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

“So he’s boyfriend material despite kicking seven shades of shit out of you?”

“I don’t know OK?” I was frustrated; I got up and walked to the art room sink, stained by many paints, “We don’t talk about it. There’s something that scares him, but I don’t know what it is.” I gripped the edge of the big once-white porcelain sink, “And what’s with the third degree? I’m happy, why is that a problem?”

“It’s not,” Toman answered, too quickly, “We just don’t want to see you hurt. Again.”

“What is going on?”

“Jesse just got pulled into the office for fighting. He lay into Ian pretty bad.”

“Fuck!” I was half out of the classroom before either of the twins had managed to get up, “Why didn’t you tell me!”

I raced down from Play along the main corridor towards the offices. Pete was loitering outside reception and he turned nearly white when he saw me.

“What the hell happened?”

Pete looked flustered. “Ian was just joshing him, joking around. A-a-and your name came up and Jesse let fly. He half killed him!”

Pete was prone to hyperbole and I found Ian in reception with his head titled back to stem the blood from his obviously broken nose. The knuckles on one had were coming up in bruises.

“You come to gloat Tau?” Ian spat blood and spit into a crumpled paper towel, “You gotta bet that they’ll be kicking your boyfriend out now.”

“Is that what you said to him?” I glared at Ian until he quivered.

“Something along those lines.”

I kicked him sharply in the ankle.

“You ultimate moron! You deserved what you got. We’re just friends all right? Where is he?”

“Headmaster’s office. Fuck I think I broke a knuckle on his ribs. He is one strong bastard.”

I gave Ian another kick for good measure.

In the end of course there was nothing I could do, regardless of pleading and promises and explanations. Considering what Jesse had said about me, what Ian had said could not be taken as provocation, and he had broken another student’s nose. Jesse was externally excluded for a week and I went back to the art rooms feeling utterly miserable.

I raced to get home, said a cursory hello to grandmother and mum and raced up the stairs. I threw my bag at the wall as I struggled out of my shoes and useless uniform. By the time I was re dressed and at the hole in the wall I looked through it to find Jesse lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his poetry book in hand.


“Page nine.”


“Page nine.”

I got my book out and lay on my front, lining up my eye with the hole, staring at Jesse as he read from the book.

“Anyone here had a go at themselves/for a laugh? Anyone opened their wrists/with a blade in the bath?”

I skipped through the rest of the poem in horror.

“Jesse?” I asked when he finished speaking and put the book down. My voice shook and I was scared.

“I did it wrong, and I was lucky and didn’t scar. It was sort of half-hearted anyways, I didn’t want to die. This was after….” A deep breath and a pause I thought might go on forever, “After Him.”

“Jes…” I scratched at the wall helplessly, “Tell me what to do.”

“I’m grounded, but I’m allowed to run. Run with me?”


We ran because it was what Jesse wanted and after half a mile all I could concentrate on was keeping up. He didn’t make it easy for me, at least not deliberately so, but I stared at the way his rear bounced as he jogged and used that to focus my mind somewhat. My muscles burned, muscles I didn’t even know I had. My feet hurt, my legs and thighs were on fire and I was starting to doubt Jesse’s assumption that I would make a good runner. I was dusk, the evening drawing in, and I was glad that despite the thaw I had worn Paul old orange hoodie. It was not warm out. It was warm in though, and despite the distractions of pain and running and the worry over what Jesse had said earlier, his anatomy was doing inspiring things to my own. I shook my head to try and clear it, but in my head, Jesse was running nearly naked, his long back slicked with sweat. His blond hair was messy and out of place and he turned and flashed me a smile over his shoulder. My heart leap in my chest, then settled down for merely banging away like a steam engine.

By the time we stopped at the top of old priory hill I was exhausted, the sky shone with stars and I had a raging erection that was trying to get all my attention. I panted, hands on my knees, head down. Jesse collapsed on the grass, his chest heaving.

“God that feels good.” Jesse stared at the stars, his eyes glassy, “I love the endorphins.”

“Yeah,” I tried to agree, but between my heart trying to beat its way out of my ribcage, and the pulsing of my still hard cock, I couldn’t really focus. I sat with my knees pulled up to hide my desire and tried not to stare at him.

“I’m sorry if I scared you.” Jesse didn’t look at me, “God you guys have a lot of stars.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Jesse shook his head, bits of grass lodging themselves in his blond hair.

“I don’t think I can. Not yet.”

“Why did you hit Ian? Isn’t he your friend?”

Jesse mumbled something indistinct.


“He said that I should ditch him for my boyfriend. I told him you weren’t an then he said that if I didn’t want people to think I was gay I should stop hanging out with…er, you.” Jesse put a hand over his eyes. I watched his lips, the fabulous curve of them in the starlight.

“You wanna stop hanging out with me?” I was almost too scared to ask.

“No!” Jesse’s voice was hot and angry, “Definitely. I like you.”

“Good. I like you too.” It was lame, but everything else I wanted to say clogged my throat. Whatever I said next it would be wrong. “Jes?”


I paused. Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission right? Jesse had his eyes closed, one hand flung out over the grass, sweat beading on his muscles. His chest rose and fell softly and in the starlight he was pale and perfect. I leant over his, leant close, used one hand to stop my fringe from falling into his face and swallowed nervously. His lips were inches away, parted, the shadows between them tempting and delicious. I stole another breath from the space between us and kissed him.

With no anger there that kiss was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt. Jesse lips moved against mine, at once soft and slack but firm, the roughness of the hard skin around the split my fist had made. I was so turned on I could barely breathe and my arms shook from holding myself off him. I moaned until his mouth and felt him stiffen, his muscles tense.

I leant back, broke the kiss to look in his eyes, so blue you could fall into them.


“I-I-I…” Jesse stuttered, and I realised I’d pushed him too far. I sat up, breathed in the cold air.


But Jesse had stood and I sat on the hill watching his lean figure jog ever further away from me. I was alone on the hill, under the stars, there was not a single lone dog walker or other jogger in sight. I lay back in the cool grass and relived that kiss. I should have known it would be too much for him, pushed him too close to some invisible edge. Jesse seemed to function very well within a set of very tightly defined parameters, tilting him too far in any one direction might cause him to explode. But that kiss had to be progress. He hadn’t hit me, that was a start, and the sweetness in his lips. To me it tasted like a beginning.

I slipped my hand into the waist band of my sweats and stroked my still throbbing cock through the fabric of my boxers. I wished he was here, I wanted to touch his face, see him smile. I ran a hand up and down my own ridged abdomen as I began to stroke myself. Running was going to be hell, but I knew then I ‘d never try and overtake Jesse, I could watch that arse run all day. I arched my back as I sped up, my balls tightening in an all too sweet and familiar way. Jesse’s face flashed across my inner vision, his pink lips forming my name, looking back at me over his shoulder. Wanting to know his body drove me mad and I tightened my grip, rubbing the head of my cock until I could barely breathe.

My breath hitched, once, then again, and I knew I was close. He smiled at me, said my name in that funny posh London accent of his, the way he spoke when he was mad. His lips delicious, his hands around me better than my own and my vision clouded over as I came, jerking my hips up into my unseen partner, and Jesse’s voice flooded my skull.

We wait, listless, aimless now it’s over/ ready for what follows, what comes after/stood beneath an iron sky together/awkwardly at first, until whenever

This is my first story so I appreciate any feedback! Also, this is completely fiction just an ideal situation I’d like to try things in!

My name is Mike. I’ve been bicurious for a couple of years now, and finally got the nerve up to look around to make something happen. I didn’t really know where to start, so I just posted a listing on craigslist hoping something would come of it. This is what I had to say: 24 yo bi curious M4MW. 6′ 185 brown haired, green eyed average guy with a 6″ cock looking to try some things in a bi threesome with a fun couple. Must be ddf, hit me up with pics and a reply!

I wasn’t really sure what I was getting myself into, or if I would even get a reply! As it turned out, didn’t have much to worry about and quickly got a reply (a few, actually, but most were pretty sketchy). The one I decided to go with seemed like a pretty hot couple. They were a bit older than me, (he was 29 and she was 28) and had a bit of experience in bi threesomes. His name was Dan and was a bit taller than me at 6’2″ and seemed like he was in fairly good shape with brown hair and eyes. Had an awesome cock from the pictures, and was about 8″with a large head and nice ball sack (the kind you see bouncing off a chick’s face in porn videos). She was absolutely hot as hell and her name was Kate. She was about 5’3″ with great, firm tits about 34D and a nice shaved pussy and blonde hair and blue eyes. It was decided we would get a room at a hotel and have fun there.

I got to the hotel a bit early and opened a bottle of wine to relax. They were supposed to get there at nine, and around five after heard a knock at the door. I went to answer wearing my clothes from work still in dress pants and a light blue shirt. I opened the door to see Kate wearing a short black leather skirt with black high heels and a low pink top. Her hair was pinned up in a way that made her look like she was wearing a sign that said “I can be a complete bitch but I like to fuck and I like to fuck hard.” Dan was dressed a little more conservatively (came straight from work as well) in khakis and a polo shirt. They both had on a huge smile and said hi and I invited them on in.

I poured them both a glass of wine and another big glass for myself and we sat down on the edge of the bed. We have some small talk and quickly finish a couple glasses of wine. I can see straight down Kate’s shirt to her awesome tits (she had on a black lace bra, by the way) so my cock’s rock hard and tenting in my pants. Emboldened by the wine, I lean over and kiss her hard on the lips, her tongue quickly goes into my mouth. I slide a hand up her skirt to find she’s not wearing any underwear and start rubbing a finger up and down her wet slit. Dan reaches over and unzips my pants and pulls my cock out and starts stroking it, my head already wet from precum.

I pull Kate’s top over her head and she undoes her bra, her tits so firm they stay in the same position. She unbuttons my shirt and takes it and my undershirt off as I slide a finger in her wet pussy and slowly start fingering her. Dan strips off his clothes as I finger his wife as she’s moaning into my mouth, our tongues tangling inside. He kneels in front of me and slides my pants off before wrapping his hand back around my cock. I lean down to suck on Kate’s nipple as Dan takes the head of my cock into his mouth. He slowly starts sucking in my shaft, and starts bobbing his head up and down on my cock. “Fuck that feels amazing” I whisper. Kate grins and leans down and pulls my cock out of her husband’s mouth, and starts bobbing her head up and down quickly while I finger her. She pulls off and Dan’s mouth quickly replaces hers. She pushes me backwards onto the bed and climbs on top of me into a 69 position. She lowers her dripping wet pussy towards my face and I lean forward and lick up and down her wet slit then start licking circles around her clit. She wraps her hand around my dick as Dan keeps sucking and bobbing his head up and down. I quickly get to the edge; “Fuck I’m going to cum” I moan into her pussy.

This declaration just spurs them on as Kate grinds her pussy into my face and starts jacking my cock as Dan sucks the head. I quickly slide my tongue in and out of her pussy and she starts cumming, hard. Her juices flowing all over my face pushes me over the edge and I start shooting cum out of my cock into Dan’s mouth. Kate stands up and starts making out with him, cum dripping down their faces and stringing between their mouths. She gets a grin on her face; “Come here babe” she says as she’s pulling me up off the bed. She leans into me, her tits pressing against me and kisses me hard on the mouth, my tongue swirling around in her mouth mixing our saliva and my cum.

“You know what I really wanna see?” Kate asks.

“Mmm what’s that babe?” I reply.

“I wanna watch you suck my husband’s cock” she says with a big smile.

“Well I guess that’s only fair after the great blowjob he gave me” I say with a nervous laugh. They both smile and she walks over to the chair and slides her skirt off over her heels and sits down with her legs spread and starts rubbing her pussy. I kneel in front of Dan and cautiously wrap my hand around his rock hard cock. It’s thick and veiny and I start wondering what I got myself into, but I lean forward and lick the precum off the tip of his cock. I watch Kate start fingering herself faster as I slowly wrap my lips around the head of his cock and start sliding my mouth down on him. His cock feels warm and huge in my mouth, and I quickly forget about Kate as I start bobbing faster, sliding my hand up and down his shaft as I go. I hungrily suck more and more of his cock in, wanting to feel his cum on my face. Dan starts moaning and I remember about Kate as I hear her cumming again in the corner.

By now my cock is hard again and ready for it’s next hole, but I’m refusing to take Dan’s cock out of my mouth. I gag a couple of times when I go down too far and I’m only able to take in about 6 inches or so but my hand takes care of the rest. After a while Dan moans out that he’s going to cum. Cum oozes out onto my tongue and I swallow what went in my mouth as I pull off and start jacking his cock. He explodes all over my face, cumming for what seems like forever with eight or so heavy spurts.

I stand up and look in the mirror and can’t help but smile at my cum covered face and chest were it’s dripped onto. Kate stands back up and comes over, “So, I take it you liked sucking cock?” she asks with a smile. “Hell yeah” I reply, “from what I heard you liked it too!”

“Very much! Now I’m ready for you to fuck me” she says with a smile and leads me over to the bed. She pushes me down and straddles me, sliding my hard again cock into her soaking pussy. Kate leans forward and licks Dan’s cum off my chest (my face is still covered) and starts riding me hard. My cock slides easily in and out of her as she rides, her firm tits bouncing with every thrust.

After a while Kate climbs off of me and lays down on the edge of the bed. I stand up and walk over and place my cock against her pussy, easily sliding it inside of her. As I start thrusting into his wife, Dan comes over and climbs up on the bed and places his semi hard cock by my mouth. I quickly take his limp cock into my mouth and start teasing it with my tongue as I thrust in and out of Kate. We’re all three moaning loudly at this point and I feel sorry for whoever is next to us!

Dan’s cock gets back to its rock hard length and Kate’s soaking the sheets. She starts moaning louder and screams “Fuck I’m going to cum!” Her cunt starts spasming and gushing with cum and it pushes me over the edge. I start emptying my balls into her and filling her with cum. I slide my soft cock out of her, a mix of our juices on the inside of her thighs and pussy lips.

“Fuck that was amazing” I say.

“Yeah” Kate mutters. “How about you clean me up some?” She asks, sliding backwards on the bed. I kneel on the bed in front of her and lick her thighs; the mix of her pussy juice and my cum tastes amazing. I start to move to clean the outside of her pussy (a mixture of her cum and my cum, and by now Dan’s as what was on my face has rubbed onto her legs) and hear a bottle snap shut behind me. “You ok with me fucking you man?” Dan asks. I part Kate’s pussy and start eating the cum from inside of her and spread my legs farther apart. “Fuck babe, I think that’s a yes” Kate moans out.

I feel Dan’s cock head against me and he slowly slides his huge but well lubed head inside of me. He lets me relax some before sliding more in, and by the time he buries all of it inside me I’ve slurped all of the cum I could find out of Kate’s pussy. He starts thrusting into me, his huge cock making me feel incredibly full and well fucked. After tonguing Kate to a pair of screaming, gushing orgasms her pussy needs a well-deserved break. Dan pulls out of me and we both move so Kate can get up.

Dan lies back down on the soaked bed, his long glistening rod sticking straight up. I climb on top of him and lower my ass onto it slowly until I reach the base. I lean back on him, and slide my cock out of him a little bit. He starts fucking me fairly hard and I enjoy every minute of it. Kate kneels between our legs and takes my cock into her hand and mouth and starts sucking up and down on my cock in time with her husband’s thrusts.

All of a sudden Dan lets out a grunt and a moan, and I feel his cock emptying his cum into my ass. This starts a chain reaction as I cum for the third time of the night into Kate’s wet mouth. I slide off of her husband and she leans down and kisses me hard and we share a wet, cum-filled kiss. They stand up and have to laugh at me a little bit as I’m absolutely exhausted and my floppy cock obviously is done for the night.

“Well that was fun” I say with a light laugh.

“Fuck yeah it was” Kate replies. “We’ll have to do it again sometime!” she says with a grin.

“Yeah definitely!” I say.

“Only next time you gotta fuck me man” Dan says, which I quickly agree to. I stay on the bed as they get dressed. We say good night and they walk out the door, leaving me on the pussy-soaked bed with a cum filled ass, drying facial, and spent cock.

August 2018
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