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It had been a long time since I had the house to myself on a Saturday without the possibility of someone coming home soon. My wife had left the night before for a “girl’s weekend” out of town and she wouldn’t be back until later in the day on Sunday.



I woke up on Saturday morning and made my coffee and breakfast. I turned on the computer and fooled around on Facebook for awhile, checked out some sports scores, and read a few articles of interest, but eventually my mind turned to something the internet does so well – porn!



I went to a few of my favorite sites – one with videos, one with pictures and one with stories – and opened them all in different tabs of my browser. I totally immersed myself in porn and flipped between the sites. Most of the times that I jerked off anymore were quickies in the shower just to get it done before my wife asked what was taking so long in the bathroom. But today was going to be different. I went and got some lube and was going to jerk gently and take my time really enjoying myself.



I had been jerking off for quite some time and lust was definitely taking over me. I had watched clip after clip and picture after picture of sexy women giving guys blowjobs. My wife refused to suck my dick claiming she had a horrible gag reflex. I loved my wife, but a blowjob was one of the things I missed most.



I remembered that long ago I had signed up for one of those web sites that claim you can find sex partners living in the area. I found the site and logged on; my profile was still there! I began sifting through the profiles of women who were “online.” I knew it was wrong, but lust had consumed me and I wanted a blowjob! I sent out several messages to the women who were online and that I found attractive, but of course none of them responded. I remembered why I had stopped visiting the site in the first place – the women did not seem to be real.



I was just about to give up and sign off the site and go finish jerking off when suddenly an icon popped up. I had a message! Finally, one of these women was responding to my request and I was going to get blown!



I clicked on the icon and waited for the message to load. Once it did, I was surprised and disappointed. The message was from a man.



“Hello,” the message began. “My name is Tom. I know I’m probably not who you were hoping to hear from, but if you would like to get off by something other than your hand, I’d be willing to help. I know the women on here don’t respond often. Anyway, I promise you will enjoy yourself if you just give me a chance. We will only do what you want to do. Hope to hear from you soon.”



Normally I would have simply deleted any such request, but I was beyond horny. I desperately wanted a blowjob. Obviously, I thought to myself, I would prefer that blowjob be from a woman, but no woman has accepted my request and here is this person willing to do it. A mouth is a mouth, right? I was trying to talk myself into this.



I decided to reply simply and see if he was serious.



“I have never been with a man,” I wrote. “What do you want to do?”



A few minutes later I got a reply.



“I am up for anything. I’m new to this, too, but willing to do whatever you want. Jerk, suck, whatever.”



It’s now the moment of truth. Do I end this chat and go finish my business, or do I get some help? I am so horny that my cock answers for my brain. I reply to the email, give the man my address, tell him to pull into the garage, close the door and come into the house.



I then went upstairs and put on some loose clothes, went back to the living room and waited nervously for my guest to arrive. About 20 minutes later and still no one had come to my house. Partly relieved, I wondered if maybe he had chickened out. Then, I heard a car door close from inside my garage, the garage door close and the door to my house open and close. I heard the footsteps come up the stairs and then a man appeared in my living room.



“Hi, I’m Tom,” he introduced himself. “Do you still want to do this?”



“Um, yeah, I think so,” I replied meekly.



“Good, I brought a bi video for us to watch. I thought seeing men fool around while still being able to see a woman might help. Wanna put it in the player?”



Without saying a word I got up, took the movie and bent down to start the movie. When I stood up and turned around, he was already naked, sitting on the couch stroking himself. I took off my clothes and sat down, too.



We sat next to each other watching the movie and rubbing our own cocks. The movie was pretty good. A blonde with nice tits was sucking one guy while another guy sat in a chair in the corner and watched. As I looked at the TV in front of me, I could feel Tom watching me run my hand up and down my cock. Finally, I looked over and watched him stroke, too. His cock was pretty much the same size as my own. We’re both around 6″ cut and about 2″ thick.



Finally, Tom broke the silence. “Want me to rub that for you?”



I didn’t reply verbally, I just removed my hand from my member. He reached over and wrapped his hand around my shaft while still rubbing his own. He stroked up and down my shaft. He would use his thumb to rub my head, rubbing the pre-cum around. My eyes moved back and forth between each of our crotches. I finally stopped watching my own cock getting stroked and watched Tom jerk himself off.



“You can touch it if you want.”



I hesitated for just a second before I slowly extended my arm and grabbed his cock. For the first time ever I was touching a cock other than my own.



“You ok?” he asked. This guy sure was being understanding about my nervousness.



“Yes, I like the way it feels,” I responded. “Does it feel good for you?”



“Oh, yes it does.”



We jerked each other for a few minutes. Since I had been jerking earlier, I was quickly approaching my climax.



“Oh, god, that feels so good. I’m going to blow soon if you keep that up.”



“We have plenty of time, right?” he asked. “I mean, we can play longer than one cum, right?”



“Uh huh. I don’t have any other plans today.”



“Then cum. I want to see it shoot.”



He gripped my dick a little tighter and stroked me for all I was worth. He was pumping me fast, using my pre-cum as lube, until I hit the point of no return. I shot my load straight in the air with most of it landing back on my dick and Tom’s hand; the rest on the couch and carpet. He kept stroking me, coaxing more cum out of my cock and onto the back of his hand. Even when I finished cumming he didn’t take his hand off my cock.



“That was great,” I said. “Want me to finish you off now?” I started stroking him faster.



“I do,” he answered, “but I want to get off that way.”



He nodded toward the TV. I had gotten so caught up that I forgot there was porn on. I looked over and saw one guy kneeling in front of the other sucking him off.



“I don’t know if I can do that,” I responded.



“Oh, sure you can,” he said. “I bet you’ll love it!”



He stood up from the couch and took a step back.



“Come on now, on your knees.”



Reluctantly, I slid off the couch and knelt before him. I looked up at him and his eyes were filled with lust.



“Suck it,” he commanded. “You know you want to suck my cock.”



I licked my lips, leaned forward and took his head in my mouth. As I moved my head forward and took Tom into my mouth, I was struck by just how soft a hard on could be. I felt his shaft manipulate in my mouth as I continued to pull back and push forward, taking a little more of his cock in my mouth with each pass.



Tom reached one hand behind my head and grabbed a little bit of my short hair. He started moving his hips forward to meet my strokes.



“That’s it you cocksucker. Take my cock in your mouth. Fuck yeah, you’re pretty good for a first time cocksucker. Yeah, you’re gonna deep throat this cock nicely.”



As I moved forward to take the next stroke of his cock in my mouth, he pushed forward with his hips. His dick pushed into my throat, nearly choking me. He held me down, his dick in my throat, until I nearly couldn’t breathe. He finally let me pull off and I took my mouth off his cock, though his hand was still on the back of my head.



“I told you that you’d be able to deep throat me. That was nice! Hey, have you ever tasted your own cum?”



I said that I had not. He moved his hand that had jerked me off, the hand I came all over, in front of my face. My load was still there.



“Taste it,” he demanded. “Clean your cum off my hand.”



I leaned in a bit and licked the entire thick load off his hand and swallowed. As soon as I finished swallowing, he pushed his dick back in my mouth. He put his other hand around the back of my head and started fucking my face. Tom was pushing his cock into my throat with each thrust, gagging me.



“Oh, yeah, I’m gonna cum!” he exclaimed. “Take my load you little cocksucker. Uuuhhh. There you go. Uh. Take it. Uh. Swallow it all.”



His cock spurt load after load of cum into my mouth. It was thick, creamy, salty and I swallowed it all.



“You like that cock sucker?”



I couldn’t lie. “I loved it Tom. I want more.”



“Yeah you loved it. Look, you’re hard again.”



I was. My cock was pointing straight out.



“Can we move this upstairs?”



We went to the bedroom, leaving the porn playing downstairs. Tom told me to get on my back and pull my knees to my chest. I hesitated and gave him a puzzled look.



“Relax,” he said, “I’m not going to fuck your ass.”



He got onto the bed and slithered up me like I would do if I were going to eat out my wife. I felt his tongue flick out against my ass. He flicked my whole with the tip a few more times and then moved up to get his full tongue pressed on my ass. He was rimming me and it felt fantastic!



I hadn’t been rimmed in ages, not since my first serious girlfriend in college. I had rimmed nearly all of my girlfriends since – I loved eating their asses, in fact – but they wouldn’t return the favor.



Tom, however, was a master at it. He was so sloppy, getting my whole soaked. I opened up to him and he was able to slide the tip of his tongue into my whole. He stroked my cock while he did so. After about five minutes, he stopped.



“That felt great!” I complimented him. “Want me to return the favor?”



“Actually, there was something else I wanted to do. Could I rub my cock through your ass crack and shoot on your back? I’ve always wanted to do that and no one will let me.”



“I’m not sure if I’m ready for something like that,” I said.



“I’ll just rub in the crack. I promise I won’t penetrate you.”



“OK,” I said. “As long as that’s it.”



I got onto my hands and knees and lowered my head to the bed to expose my ass a little more. I felt Tom pour some lube into my crack and then I felt his hands on my hips and his hard cock in my crack. It felt great as his cock sawed through my crack. He would pull back until the tip of his cock was at my whole, then would push forward and up so that he wouldn’t penetrate me.



“That feels good. Thanks for letting me do this,” he said. “Can you lay on your stomach? I think your cheeks will get around my cock better that way.”



I laid down and Tom pushed my legs together. He began stroking through my crack again and he was right, my butt held his dick better and tighter in this position.



“Oh, that’s it! That’s how it feels really good!”



I think Tom was enjoying this position both because my crack swallowed his cock a little better, but also because he felt more dominant. I could feel him resting his weight on my body as he humped me. A few thrusts later and I felt him stop on his pull back with his cock head touching my hole.



Tom leaned forward and licked my ear and then whispered in it.



“Don’t ever believe a man with a cock wants to just slide it through your crack and not fuck you. How dumb are you?”



Before I could comprehend what he had said, I felt a searing pain as Tom’s cock penetrated my virgin ass. I tried to squirm, but it was no use with all of Tom’s weight holding me down.



“Oww, fuck!” I yelled. “You promised!”



“Don’t you worry, I have a feeling about you. You’re going to love this in a minute!”



Tom reached under my body and found my cock as he kept working his way into me.



“Look at that,” he said, “you’re still hard. I told you that you’d like this!”



With that, he pushed the rest of his length into me and I could feel his pubes on my cheeks.



The burning sensation in my ass was more than I could have imagined. My asshole was on fire! Tom at least seemed conscious of how this felt. He left the full length inside me and slowly rocked his hips into me, only moving a little bit of his cock in and out of me. As he did this for a few minutes, the burning thankfully subsided.



Tom again whispered in my ear. “I left it in deep to open you up more than if it was shallow. In about a minute you should be used to the size and we’ll really get going.”



About a minute later I felt his hand move off of cock and felt his dick slowly slide out of my ass. He pulled out until just the tip was left. I then heard the snap of a bottle top and felt the cool of more lube being dripped onto my ass. Thank God he was using more lube!



I heard the bottle close and then heard Tom’s voice again. “Now the fun begins!”



Tom placed his hands on the sides of my arms as if he was getting into a push up position and then he pushed half his length into me. He started moving faster than he had before; not “slamming” into me, mind you, but faster nonetheless.



“Oh you’re so tight! Your ass is making me feel so good. Does my cock feel good in your ass? I bet you’re starting to like it by now”



I hated to admit it, but he was right. Once the burning had stopped I did enjoy it. I could feel the veins on his cock sliding across my hole. I could feel the tip of his cock push against my prostate. And my cock sliding against my sheets felt good, too.



“Uh huh,” I muttered. His cock pulled out until just the head was left inside.



“What was that?” he asked. “What did you say?” He pushed the full length back into me.



“I like it. It feels good now,” I admitted.



“You like what? What feels good?” He kept sliding in and out of my ass.



“I like you fucking me! You’re cock feels good in my ass!”



“Then I think you should watch it now.”



Tom pulled out of my ass and told me to turn onto my back. This was my chance. I could fight back now. I could end this!



Instead, I rolled onto my back. I wanted to feel more.



Tom picked up my legs and I helped him turn them up to my chest. My legs spread open and my hips lifted my ass up for easier access. I have had my wife in this very position in this very bed many times before as I prepared to push my own cock into her; now I waited to feel a dick slide into my body.



I stared down my body, past my own dick and watched Tom line his shaft up, felt his spongy head press against my loosened hole and push easily into my ass.



I gasped, “Oh God!”



It felt so good. I looked up at Tom and saw him smile. I then returned my eyes to watching this man fuck my ass.



He was on his shins in front of me and grabbed my ankles for leverage. Tom began sawing in and out of my body. He was now fucking me even harder than before. He moved his shaft almost fully in and out of me with each stroke. My cock was bouncing up and down and slapping against my stomach.



Tom’s cock felt huge inside of my virgin ass and I felt so full. It felt so good!



“Look at you. You’re enjoying this, you little slut!” Tom mocked. “I knew you’d love this.”



“I do! I love this! Your cock feels so good inside of me!”



“So, are we going to do this again?” he asked.



“Fuck yes!” I screamed. “I need you to fuck me more than this!”



“Good. I can’t wait. I’m going to cum soon. I’m going to cum deep inside your ass.”



“No!” I begged. “Don’t cum inside me. You can shoot it on my face and in my mouth.”



“It wasn’t a request,” Tom informed me. “I’m going to breed your virgin ass.”



Tom moved his right hand from my ankle and reached down to jerk me off while he kept fucking me. The feel of his cock in my ass and hand on my dick was so good. I felt my orgasm building fast.



“I’m going to cum,” I told him.



And I did! He stroked me a couple more times and my cock exploded. Tom kept fucking me – hard – and kept stroking me and I kept cumming all over my stomach and chest. Some even landed on my face.



My ass clamping down on his cock much have been too much for Tom as I felt his warm cum fill my hole.



“Fuck yeah,” he said. “I’m cumming in your fucking ass! Take my load you little bitch!”



As much as I hadn’t wanted him to cum inside me, like everything else, it felt so good. Tom stayed there a few minutes as hid cock deflated before taking it out.



“I didn’t want to pull the cum out with me,” he explained. “I want to still feel it inside you when I fuck you again.”



“What? I thought you meant let’s do this again another time?”



“Fuck no!” he said. “I’m fucking you again as soon as I can get hard again.”



“But my wife could be home soon.”



“Then you had better get me hard quickly because I’m not leaving until I shoot another load in your ass.”



Tom moved up my body and put his flaccid cock in my face. I opened up and took him in my mouth trying to get him hard again…

His mouth makes its way across my pale skin, leaving in its wake a trail of saliva and goose bumps. My neck has always been a sensitive area.



I beg for more, my naked form pulsing from underneath his own strong body.



He gives me what I want and it only gets slightly better with his small bites on my delicate skin.



His teeth graze my pulse, but it’s still not enough. I want more, always. Even if it hurts. Especially if it leaves a mark.



I can tell though that he doesn’t want to get too rough with me. He’s scared he’s going to break me, but it’s a shame, because he doesn’t know how I like it.



I want him to take me, face down into the ground or so to speak. Why can’t he see that I want to be controlled? The feeling of submission never fails to make me complete.



His tongue laps at my collarbone and I can’t help but think how much fucking better it would be if he could just draw a sliver of blood from one of the visible veins that trace my skin. Any really would do. Red has always been my favorite color.



I finally decide that the foreplay is enough. If he doesn’t fuck me now, I’ll just have to find someone that will. The night is young.



”Come on love; let’s get to what we’re both here for. I want to feel you inside me.”



He seems flustered for a moment. His bright blue eyes are wide open; like he’s surprised I’m so willing to take his dick up my ass so fast. We just met. The look of disbelief passes soon though.



He takes his time slicking up his fingers with the lube I told him would be in the back pocket of my favorite pair of too tight black jeans, the one’s he had taking off only a moment ago.



He tweaks my nipples with his wet fingers, and then trails them down across my ribs. It tickles, I like it, but it’s still not where I want his attention to be. He touch is soothing, not at all familiar to me. I’m about to protest, but then he gets to his prize.



A single digit spears me open. Then another goes in easily enough right after, and soon a third, because let’s face it, I’m use to this by now. I just love the feel of myself stretching around to accommodate a foreign object. It’s like I have no other choice than to take it.



He’s enjoying himself, seeing his fingers pump in and out of my opening. I can tell by the fact that doing so makes him moan and grunt and breath harder to match my own panting and pleading and cries.



”I’m ready.”



It’s not whispered; it’s demanding and quite crude compared to his soft expression. Why did I pick him out of all the people in the club that were willing to fuck me? He’s not the type I usually go for. His hands are strong, sure, but his touch is gentle. His hair is dark, black even, but not his demeanor.



”Are you sure? I mean, maybe I should prepare you a little longer. Better be safe –”



Maybe I should make myself clearer with the people I decide to bring home so they can fuck me like the little bitch in heat that I am. I look weak, yes, but I like it hard. Believe me, I can take it.



”Fuck baby, I’m not a porcelain doll. Just stick it in my ass already.”



Again, he looks taken aback. He’s still horny though and he still wants me. The gentleness in his touch is long gone when he flips me over onto my stomach. This attitude change pleases me. I tell him to make me feel it, to make it rough, to make me his to play thing because he can.



”Fine. You want it hard bitch? You’re gonna get it.”



I know this is new to him. The words sound forced, but he’s already made it this far. He takes a moment to prepare himself. He wants to give me what I desire, but he’s not quite there yet. The wait is long but what comes next makes up for it.



The shock of his penetration is intense. It’s just a long, agonizing FUCKKKKK that comes out from my chapped lips. His dick makes it way completely inside of my channel, all eight inches of hard flesh, raw stabbing manhood.



Guttural sounds try to escape from my throat, but his hand is now covering my mouth. I open up to lick his fingers, the ones that were in the dirtiest crevasses of my being before. Then I suck on them, swirling my tongue around each digit. It’s nasty and I love it.



He stays still only for a moment, inside of my hot and warm and tight channel, before he withdraws. I like the raw feeling that it leaves coming out. Wouldn’t it be perfect if I was still sore tomorrow? That I could still feel the sting of being full to the brim with another man’s lust?



Then both of his hands come to hold my hips in a possessive grip. He proceeds to ram himself back in hard and so damn rough I swear I’m ready to cum just from the way he’s so into it now. I want to wait a little though. I want to fall over the edge with the feeling of his release inside of me. If I’m lucky, it’s going to burn so fucking good.



His grip tangles itself into my shoulder length soft blonde wavy locks. He turns my head to face him. I look over my shoulder, my gaze locking to his. Our mouths meet in a passionate, searing kiss. I’m glad that his pace doesn’t slow when he does this.



”What’s your name?” He asks, his breath ragged. There is spit dripping from my own panting mouth, but I manage to answer anyways.



”Gabriel. You?”



”Damien.”



I like it.



”Ok. Now make me scream it.”



He does. I see stars. I yell and moan and trash. I’m close, so is he.



He pulls out and I grunt in disapproval and want. He turns me over onto my back and stabs himself into my guts one more time. He finds my prostate again. His hands are on my arousal.



”I want to see your eyes. I want to see you cum for me, from this.”



I do. My ass pulses around his dick and he hits his peak inside of me, filling me with his seed.



We ride it out for a while, bucking wildly against each other, wanting to make it last.



When we’re finally spent, he falls on top of me, as his dick slips out of my ravaged hole. He hugs me close to his body, almost hurting me. It’s ok; I like to feel possessed.



Before I have the energy to do anything more, my eyes fall shut and I feel myself drift off to a well deserved slumber.

This is a true story about one of my experiences. As usual I changed people’s names for their own privacy. I know it starts out a big slow, but just wait and see. XXXOOO Alissa.







It was the late 90′s and I was living in the East Bay area of Northern California in a medium sized city called San Leandro. I was in probably the best shape of my life, which ironically was due to my lack of money at the time. Although I had a full time job I didn’t make very much per hour so I was forced to eat quite sensibly and I ran almost everywhere because I didn’t own a car.



I should start by telling you that I actually did quite good with the ladies. In fact I had more female bedroom guests than all three of my roomate’s combined, except of course for the one roomate who had a live-in girlfriend. If you were to see me on the street you see an attractive, in-shape, heterosexual male. The purpose of this story is to tell you that looks can be deceiving.



The gym was also an excellent cover story for why I shaved my body on a daily basis. Many of the other employees and members would shave or wax their bodies in order to show off the muscular definition they worked so hard to achieve. As for me I wasn’t what you would call heavily muscled, but I was in pretty good shape. I was moderately tall , (5’11″), and about 180 pounds. I had a nice sleek physique with flat defined abs, nice muscular legs and a bubble butt from my hours of running. Combine this with my completely smooth body and you had a recipe for some very kinky playtime.



I suppose this is as good a time as any to mention that I was also an avid lifelong crossdresser. I started at a young age trying on my moms clothes and lingerie. I suppose the fact that she was a biker chick and had plentry of trashy outfits was quite a bonus in this area. I even used to dabble in playing with her collection of sex toys, but that is a different story for another day.



Every so often throughout my life I would get the uncontrollable, (literally once the idea got in my head it was all encompassing), urge to dress up in sexy women’s clothes for sexual gratification. As I got older my fantasies when dressed would steer more and more to the idea of getting fucked by another man. Soon enough it was the only thing I could think about when I was dressed enfemme. My intent in chronicling this story is to tell you about one of these events, (one of many), and hopefully provide you with some sexy reading.



Anyways back to my story. I definitely wasn’t what you would call passable, but when I was done up in full make up, wig and my sluttiest outfit I was definitely hot. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t just look like a guy wearing a dress either….lol.



Fortunately for me San Leandro was a lower middle class city with lots of Hispanic and black citizens. The local women’s clothing stores catered to this demographic by selling lots of tight pants, short skirts, slutty shoes and skimpy lingerie at a reasonable price.



When I had a little money and the urge overtook me I would wander into these stores in guy mode and shop for the trashiest outfits I could find. When I say “urge” it was actually much closer to a compulsion. If any of you have ever crossdressed then you probably know what I’m talking about.



My heart raced in my chest and I got an incredible thrill from wandering through a womans clothing store, looking through the racks of delicious feminine clothing. I knew it was obvious I was alone and I enjoyed the stares of the sales girls as I held skimpy outfits up to my torso to judge if they would fit me.



I would even wander in to PAYLESS shoes and try on the latest women’s shoes. It was an incredible thrill putting on a pair of sexy high heels or knee high womans boots dressed entirely as a man. My cock would be hard as a rock and leaking precum as I stood in the aisle wondering if someone was going to walk around the corner and see me.



Of course the biggest thrill came when I actually brought my purchases up to the register to pay. The sales girls had mixed reactions. Some would shake their heads in disgust, some would smile uncomfortably and some…..would grin knowingly. Either way it made my blood pound in my veins and my cock harder than spring steel to know that they knew these slutty clothes were for me.



I would dress as often as I could which was 2-3 times a week as I had roomates. Once dressed I would cruise the YAHOO chartrooms for local men. At that time YAHOO allowed user created chartrooms and it was actually quite easy to find a local chat partner. Most often we would cyber which always ended with my Cummings into the palm of my hand and coating my freshly painted fingernails.



Other times I would chat hoping to find a local guy willing to host for some in-person play time. It was one of these times that I started chatting with Michael. He was very sweet as we chatted and quite honest about himself. He told me that he was 30 years old, ( I was 27 at the time), he was black, and he was on parole for drug sales. Being a white guy who had never touched more than a little weed as a kid that honestly kind of scared me.



Michael and I, (Alissa my female name), chatted on-line for about a week straight. I admitted to him that I was a bit scared to meet up with a black thug when I would be so obviously vulnerable, (being a boy dressed up in slutty female clothing), and unable to defend myself if things were to turn out bad. Michael was very reassuring and genuinely nice. He told me that he had never been with a guy before but really wanted to meet me after seeing the pictures that I emailed to him. Michael told me that although he was straight and did not consider me to be female, he wanted to know what it was like to feminize a white boy for his pleasure. Little did he know that that was exactly what I was interested in too.



For many CD’s, TV’s, TS’s it’s all about becoming female in the eyes of their lovers, even if it’s just for a short time. For me it was never about that. I never considered myself to be female, although I did my best to look and act feminine. For me the thrill was highest when my lover and I both acknowledged my masculinity, then did our best to destroy it. In other words I loved being a boy, dressed like a sexy slut who willingly gave up their manhood to another stronger, more dominant man.



After a week of reassurances and dirty chat with Michael I finally agreed to meet him. I have to admit the pictures of his large black cock he sent me had me more than a little excited and nervous.



The day arrived and I thanked my lucky stars for two things, 1) my roomates weren’t home and 2) one of them lent my their car for the day. Going out in public dressed enfemme was always a special thrill for me. I truly enjoyed the looks of shock, disgust and sometimes even lust that I received. As I stated before, I knew I didn’t pass 100%, but I did look deliciously androgynous and I would say my body was very sexy. My goal was never really to pass for a female, but rather to pass for an attractive guy who was was wearing womens clothes, a wig and make up and trying to look hot. I looked, for lack of better words, like a hot crossdresser on the prowl for cock.



I started my transformation the same way as many of my peers, with a nice long soak in a hot bath. I took my time shaving my body, bring careful not to leave any stray hairs or knick myself. Once I was done I used some of my roomate’s girlfriends lotions which left me feeling smooth, and smelling sexy. Next came a liberal amount of deep red nail polish on my toenails and my mid-length press on nails.



Next I took the time to douche myself. I wasn’t sure if things would go that far, but if they did I was determined to be clean down there for Michael. I really didn’t need to worry because I had barely eaten in the last 24 hours anyways. I do have to admit that having the douche stem up my bum felt sexy as he’ll though…lol. Once my boy-pussy sparkling clean it was time to start getting dressed.



Earlier I mentioned my roomate’s girlfriend, (I’ll call her Allison). She was a very attractive girl of 23 years old. She worked in women’s clothing retail, (no I never shopped at her store…lol), and always had very sexy clothes in her closet. I decided that there was a bit of an added thrill that came from the idea of wearing a real woman’s clothing when I stepped out to meet a male lover. So after some consideration I picked a pair of skintight low-rise jeans from her closet.



First I slipped into my powder blue Lycra thong panties, taking the time to tuck my cock back perfectly. It was no small feat because believe it or not I have a pretty nice package, 7 1/2 inches long, circumcised and thick. Once I was sufficiently tucked away I slithered into Allison’s skin tight jeans. Lucky for me she had a nice big butt and the jeans were stretch fit. With a little hopping around my legs and ass were encased in the dark colored jeans and the waist came to exactly the level of my hips. I knew that if I bent aggressively at the waist my whale tail would be showing…yum! I took a look at my ass in the full length mirror and noticed how big and round it looked. I smiled to myself because i knew it was exactly the kind of ass a black man would drool over.



Next I put on my matching powder blue Lycra bra and filled the cups with my c-cup false breast inserts. Once they were adjusted and hanging naturally I put on my semi-see through long sleeve top. The hem of the shirt came to just above my navel and was an excellent addition to the low cut jeans. I completed the outfit with my black knee-high zip up boots with a three inch stiletto heel, and my black pleather jacket with a hem matching my pink shirt.



Next I sat down in front of the mirror to apply my make up. Rather than use my own supplies I decided to take advantage of my roomate’s absence and use Allison’s MAC makeup. I took my time, making sure to apply liberal amounts of eyeliner, eyeshadow, blush and bright red lipstick. Once I was done putting on my face I put on my shoulder length chestnut real-hair wig and bobby pinned it in place. The wig cost a small fortune but was worth every penny because of the realism it added.



I was ready….and I was actually short of breath from excitement, mixed with fear and adrenaline. Was I really going to do this? This guy could be dangerous, besides I had never even considered hooking up with a black guy before. I poured myself a tall glass of white wine to calm my nerves and took a moment to check myself out while I sipped my vino. What I saw made my already semi-erect cock strain to free itself from my panties.



I looked amazing! My makeup was flawless. My lips shined with damp desire, my eyes were dark and mysterious surrounded by the lines of black liner and dark shaded shadow. As I sat applying it I tried my best to mimic the sexy style of the Latinas I saw every day at the gym and I was delighted to see that I nailed it.



My ass and legs looked to die for, Allison’s jeans showed the thick muscularity of my thighs, made my calves taper seductively down into the top of my black boots while forming a perfect frame for my already plump ass cheeks. I also noticed that the cut of the jeans made my cock virtually invisible, leaving a sexy cleft between my thighs right where they met at my crotch.



I involuntarily grinned at myself in the mirror noting with delight the natural seductive femininity oozing from my features. Any hesitation I had been feeling vanished immediately. I grabbed the car keys, threw a tube of lip stick and a few condoms into my purse and headed out the door, not caring if any of the neighbors saw me.



As I started the car and put it in gear I could feel my hands shaking and my head swimming. I was still scared, more scared in fact but the fear made my desire all the stronger. I loved the feelings I was experiencing as I drove to our agreed upon meeting place, (a 7-Elleven parking lot), a short distance away.



I arrived quickly and parked in front of the store to wait for Michael. I was feeling extremely sexy and confident for some reason so I decided to go in to the store to buy a drink while I waited. Truthfully I wasn’t sure if Michael would actually show up, (people flaking on you is a big part of this lifestyle), and I was hoping I might get some inviting looks from some of the customers. I paid for my drink after making eye contact with a few guys and walked back out of the store, watching the guys watch me go in a mirror posted near the door.



As I opened the door to my car I heard a deep baritone voice call out “Alissa?” from across the parking lot. As I looked in the direction of the voice I saw an older model Buick with a large muscular black man sitting behind the steering wheel. He had black dreadlocks that cascaded down to just above his shoulders and tattoos were visible covering both big musvular arms. My heart immediately began pounding in my chest! This guy looked scary and I think I made a really big mistake I thought to myself.

Something weird happened last night and I am very conflicted about it. I’ve been traveling across the country with my band and we’ve been crashing in people’s houses along the way. They’re small shows, we’re barely breaking even financially and if we can keep that up it will be a huge success. Our fan base is growing so that’s cool. Sadly there are not a lot of girls among them. They’re mostly college guys, frat guys, which is counter our own punk lifestyles but so long as they like the music, we’re cool with it.



Anyway, last night we were all crashing at this house. It was your standard over stuffed rented college guy house, it was 3 to a bedroom before we got there. They were a rough bunch of jocks, but they were also pretty good hosts. We all smoked their pot, drank their beer, and played their video games. They had this huge tv bolted high up to wall. The rest of the place was pretty shabby but their entertainment system was incredible. I guess that’s were all their money went.



6 of us in the band with 12 of them from the house were all packed shoulder to shoulder on one big couch and a love seat.



One by one the weed and beer did its trick and people are passing out where they sit, no one made it to the rooms. Penises were drawn on faces, I think somebody even got pee’d on. I was one of the last to fall asleep, but apparently not the first to wake up.



It’s hours latter and my mouth was dry and my back was aching. The room smelled like sweat and stale beer and staler weed. I could hear the tap tap of a two game controllers being used. My eyes just barely open and I scan the room. Everyone was asleep except two guys. One was our base player Jamie. He’s more emo than he is punk but he plays a mean base guitar. He fusses over his long, straight black hair, it has a few green highlights. Lip ring, tongue ring, nose stud, 4 or 5 rings in his ears. He’s lucky we can’t afford to fly; he’d never make it through a metal detectors. He’s barely 18 and definitely what you would call a pretty boy. Whatever female fans make it to our shows he’s usually the one to scoop them up. But that morning he was sitting on the lap of Mike, one of the guys from the house we were crashing. They were playing video games with the sound muted. Mike has a smug grin and Jamie looks irritated.



“Shit!” Jamie said.



“Ha ha, you lost again, bitch.” Mike says. He’s the kind of guy who will say “bitch,” a lot throughout the day. Mike’s big and hairy. Probably plays rugby or something. He wears a striped polo shirt, board shorts.



“Fuck you, what now?” Jamie asks, then he takes a massive hit on the bong and passes it behind him to Mike. These guys have clearly kept the party going all night. It must close to close to 7am.



Mike makes his voice extra lecherous, teasing. “Now you give me that lap dance.”



“This is so gay, you’re an asshole.”



“Just do it, faggot.” Jamie told him to fuck off, but at the same time he started mechanically gyrating on top of Mike’s jeans while they played another round. Anyone else in the band would have stormed off, but to Jamie if he lost a bet he has to pay up no matter what. He’s only 18, friendly bet’s are still like iron law to him, the idea if walking away wouldn’t occur to him. His tight emo girl jeans rub up and down on Mike’s crotch, it’s hilarious. The ultimate humiliation.



Mike turned his head and cought me watching, he put a finger to his lips and I winked back. At some point I’ll yelled and scare Jamie, he’ll be so embarrassed. I knew what they were doing. For every game one person lost they had to humiliate themselves in some gay-ass way that also made it harder to play. Like sitting on the other guys lap. If you kept loosing it went farther, though lap dance was as far as I’ve ever seen it go. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. The TV was bolted up to wall so Mike could see it above Jamie’s head. Jamie was having a hard time concentrating while he moved his butt back and forth on top of Mike’s shorts. Then the light flickered on the screen and I knew Jamie lost again. “God damn it, what now.”



“Man, you suck at this, I wonder what else you SUCK at.”



“Fuck you.”



“At this level it’s pants off.”



“What?”



“You heard me, it keeps going farther until you win one. I thought you played this before.”



“I have, but…”



“But nothing. Take my your pants off and take mine off too like a good little bitch.” Resigned he took off his pants, and slid Mike’s down as well.



“If anyone wakes up you know what this will look like?”



Mike’s laugh was deep and throaty. “Ha, maybe trying winning before someone comes to (he winked at me), or they’ll see what a bitch-ass fag you.” I had to swallow to keep from giggling out loud. Jamie winced as he sat his butt down on Mike’s hairy legs. He tried to avoid Mike’s crotch but with all the sweat between them his ass kept sliding down from Mike’s thighs to his bulge. He gave up fighting gravity then he just tried to remain still. They started a new game. “Hey, hey bitch. You keep that ba-donka-donk moving. You haven’t even earned your pants back yet, you don’t get to quit dancing.” Jamie restarted his lap dance moving up and down with a mad look. I thought it was so funny until I saw Mike’s cock through his underwear. It was huge! There is nothing funny about a cock that big. Holy shit it was big, and getting bigger. With each up and down it grew. I felt bad for Jamie all of a sudden. It’s got to be scary to be so close to wang like that. But suddenly Jamie got hopeful, the game was close, he was going to get his pants back. This rubbing was clearly distracting Mike as much as it was Jamie, noticing this Jamie sped it up and really starting backing that thing up into Mike. Mike’s eyes went wide. Then right when Jamie was about to win, Mike humps up and slams his half hard penis threw his boxers past Jamie’s cheeks to hit his asshole through his own tight colorful designer briefs. Jamie yelped up and his butt clenched, Mike swooped in and won the game.



“Dude, what the fuck!?” Whispering as loud as he could without yelling. “You knocked my hole with your dick!”



“Ha ha, under wear off.”



“You’re sick man, this sick.” Sulking, Jamie slide his tight underpants off, he was completely hairless. I already knew about that. His grooming habits were something we already made fun of him for. Then he got on his knees and pulled Mike’s pants down. This was going crazy-far. I felt like I should say something. I thought I should yell to Jamie, tell him he doesn’t have to do this, but I didn’t. I just stared on as Mike abused and humiliated my young band mate. Jamie couldn’t help but stare at Mike’s big angry cock. “What, you distracted, bitch?”



Very quietly this time. “Um… fuck you.” They play another game, both sweaty and naked from the waist down. Mike smiled with perverse domination, his face contorted as Jamie’s smooth naked ass slid up and down his massive cock. I wonder if a cock that big feels twice the pleasure as normal cock? That’s weird thought. I bet no girl has ever been so compliant with Mike, he’s finally found someone he can bully all the way to the limit. Jamie’s look of disgust is changed into something more horrified as Mike’s penis stimulated the outside of his asshole.. It was fully erect then, it’s huge mushroom head leaked against Jamie’s ass.



I saw Jamie’s face react and I could tell he felt the sticky pre-cum, it would feel different from the sweat. The sound is different to. Jamie can barely pay attention to the screen and Mike win’s again barely having to play. Mike doesn’t have to say it, Jamie knows what’s next. He knows he shouldn’t have let himself get distracted that time, it was his last chance to walk away with his manhood intact.



“No…” He squeaks. Mike positions his dick at Jamie’s asshole. Its sweaty and slimy, no lube need. Suddenly I saw Jamie realize something. He matured a bit and suddenly knew he could walk away.



But its to late and the head of Mike’s penis is pushing at his hole. Then it pops in and Jamie drops the controller, his mouth makes a silent scream and he slowly starts to slide the long way down to the base of the shaft, just a millimeter at a time. “This… can’t… be… happening…”



“Oh god that’s tight.”



“Oh Mike, no…”



“I can’t believe you did it, I never thought you’d do it. You must be one horny faggot.”



“I’m not… ugh… I’m not…”



“How’s it feel? How’s my big dick feel up your ass?



“It’s weird.”



“Does it still hurt?” Suddenly Mike sounds a little tender, understanding.



“Less, it feels…”



“How about now!” Mike humped up powerfully and Jamie has to bite his lip to keep from screaming. Its not just pain anymore, that thrust must have triggered something because his previously flaccid dick is starting to rise. “Pick up your controller, fruit, we’re still playing.” Jamie lifts his controller up by the chord with a confused look on face. If he’s not gay why is he getting hard? Mike humps again and again while Jamie tries to play the game. Fucking Jamie seems to be helping Mike’s focus, but Jamie can barely paying attention. With each thrust of Mikes massive cock inside him Jamie’s dick plumps up, and soon its rock hard. Hump, hump, then its harder than rock hard, its shaking



“Man, a hole is hole but you are fucking tight.” Mike says. “How does it feel, my dick sliding in and out of you?”



“Oh god, it’s…” Jamie’s face goes red he’s so ashamed.



Mike stops thrusting for a moment. “Say it.”



“It feels good Mike. Oh god it’s so weird but it feels good, I’ve never been this hard.”



“Mmm, feel it, feel it all inside you. Oh yeah, I’m going to turn you into a whore.”



“No, don’t make me a whore!”



“When I cum inside you that will be it, you can never change that. You will always have a man’s semen inside your ass.”



“Please don’t cum inside me, I don’t want to be fag…”



Is that how it works? I wondered. I don’t know, but I can tell you when Jamie came he going to came so hard he wont be able to live the rest of his life without getting fucked like that again. He really will be whore. I’m not fag, but maybe I can help him out in that regard. I have gotten so hard watching Mike fuck Jamie. Mike is speeding up, Jamie drops his controller but Mike is still playing and fucking him at the same time.



“Ugh, just… ugh, just don’t cum in…” Jamie arches his back.



“Shut up. Oh fuck.”



“No, no, no, fuck I’m cumming too!”



Mike ejaculates a huge load inside Jamie, filling his ass up. At the same time Jamie cums so hard he hits the wall accross the room, just narrowly missing a passed out frat guy. Actually it drips down into the guy’s hair, hopefully he won’t ask why he’s sticky before we leave.



Mike pushes Jamie off his lap in disgust. Then he whips his dick off in Jamie’s. “Gross, you’re a fucking faggot. I knew it. You better be out of here before noon, whore.”



Mike looks back at me and laughs, then walks away. Jamie stays on all fours for a minute, naked ass in the air, still in shock. In shock over being used and abuse like that, and in shock over having a wall spattering orgasm without ever touching his dick. Another man’s cum drips down his asshole and hits his foot. That breaks him out of it. Jamie finds his pants and goes off. Maybe he was looking for the bathroom, maybe he was looking for one last fuck before noon. I pretend to be asleep for another minute and then head to the van. I pull one of Jamie’s shirt’s out of his bag and jack off right into it. I cover the whole thing, it feels so good, then I stuff it back in his pack. He won’t know who did it, all he’ll know is one of his band mates knows what a whore he is. Let him think about that for a while.

8===> Discovering a surprise neighbor in the freshman dorm







Ben leaned up against the door frame of the entrance to his dorm room and took in all the insanity going on in the hallway. One incoming freshman after another was busy dragging boxes and laptops and stereos and suitcases down the long corridor in search of the specific room that would be their cramped quarters for the next nine months. All the confusion, scurrying around, and bumping into each other was like watching ants at a church picnic. He had gotten in the day before and already had his quarters pretty much set up and under control, and therefore avoided the craziness going on around him now. The roommate he was to share it with had yet to show, and he said one more silent prayer that he wouldn’t. Scoring the privacy of a single room…even if it was just for one semester…was probably the most coveted dream of any college boy.



He snickered to himself as he watched the various individual scenes. One poor guy had dropped his CD collection and was scrambling to recover the discs as they bounced around on the tile floor. Two more were wrestling a compact refrigerator along the floor in between other students. Three guys were arguing about all of them being assigned to a double room and which one was to be the one ‘out of luck’ and having to go fight with the housing office. Just as he turned to go back into the calmness his room, his eyes drifted to the back of a tall guy navigating his way through the quagmire of bodies.



‘Holy shit,’ Ben thought to himself. ‘That has to be the finest ass I have ever seen on a guy.’ He was at least six-one or two and the long legs were topped off with a high, tight, and fabulously rounded butt that was so-well packed into a pair of jeans, it was as if Calvin Klein himself has designed the rump for a billboard. Ben leaned back against the doorway opening again and licked his upper lip as he watched each cheek jiggle gently as the hunk walked away from him. Even though he was a virgin in every way except for his right hand, Ben already knew what it was he preferred but he hadn’t let anyone else know yet. After one last long gaze, he stepped back into his room with the thought, ‘Now that I would be willing to come out to…especially if he wants to help me lose my V-card.’



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Tim paused just before entering his room and looked back over his shoulder. He had the feeling that someone was watching him very intently. He glanced around the crowd, but couldn’t peg the cause of the sensation. The sixth sense awareness that eyes were concentrating on him was something that he had become acclimated to; particularly since he had bloomed into adulthood earlier than most other guys. He was far from narcissistic and didn’t relish being stared at by others; but his thick dark hair, exceptional good looks, and strong build just attracted eyes whether he wanted them or not. In many ways, it also made him very ill at ease and was one of the main reasons his social life during high school had been self-limited. That and the realization of an attraction to other guys that had surfaced…along with unwanted boners…during gym classes.



Shrugging his shoulders to shake off the feeling of eyes being on him, Tim walked into the room and said ‘Hi’ to his roommate. His roomie replied ‘Hi’ back and immediately returned to perusing the stack of class texts he had already snatched up at the bookstore.



Jake and he couldn’t be at more opposite ends of the spectrum. Tim was a jock, having played football, soccer, and wrestled all through high school. Jake was the Wikipedia definition of ‘nerd’ right down to the thick glasses and pocket protector. Tim had struggled with classes to be able to complete high school with a good enough GPA to at least be able to get into college since his athletic abilities; while being above average; wouldn’t get him a free pass. Jake had been his class valedictorian and was on a full academic scholarship.



The other thing that had become obvious quite quickly the night before, was that while Tim was used to hanging out in just boxers and liked to sleep nude, Jake stayed totally dressed when in the room and changed into full pajamas for bed. He had thought to himself, ‘Damn! Even jerking off is going to be limited to the shower it looks like with this guy here.’ But with all the differences between them, they were getting along so far. Tim settled onto his bed and slipped on earphones to listen to the latest ‘One Direction’ CD he had added to his collection.



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Ben had finally given in to the rumbles in his stomach and wandered over to the student union to enjoy his favorite dinner: a greasy double cheeseburger, large order of fries, and extra thick chocolate shake. He knew it wasn’t anywhere near as nutritious as what he should eat, but he couldn’t help himself. He loved the taste combination and would work off the empty calories later with a jog around the campus. He sat alone off in a corner and thought back on what his life had been like since his parents split up when he was 14.



The divorce couldn’t have come at a worse time for Ben. He was just beginning to try and deal with the fascination about other guys when all his friends were turning into walking, talking, constantly horny-for-chicks, one-track hormones. The confusion and questions he had were compounded by not having anyone he felt he could discuss the issue with…not even his favorite cousin. He had just about reached the point that he thought he could broach the topic with his dad, when he suddenly moved out. His mom explained far too simply that the marriage was hopelessly over. She added to the angst that created by announcing that as soon as the paperwork was done, they were moving across the state back to her former hometown. Ben remembered his thoughts from back then. ‘Fuck! I am already about as screwed up in the head as I can get and you are ripping me out of the only place I have ever lived and dropping me into a whole new unknown situation just as I start high school! No friends! No family but an elderly grandfather I haven’t seen for years, your also-divorced sister, and her daughter that had the reputation of town slut. Nothing will be familiar and there are more adjustments than I want to deal with.’ He shook his head at the original memories, wondering how he had gotten through all of it without blowing his brains out. More than a few times during the difficult transition he had considered suicide…especially after he realized he would only see his dad a few times a year at best.



Once they had relocated, Ben became a loner and threw himself into sports. Even though he was very good at each sport he involved himself in, he showed the most promise and soon excelled at swimming and diving. He was a popular teammate but didn’t run with the rest of the jocks. That decision came after he developed a major crush on one of the other guys on the swim team when he was a sophomore. More than once he was sure he had been caught staring at the impressive bulge showing in Brent’s Speedos or letting his eyes wander too much in the locker room. He dated only enough to keep rumors from starting, but never had a third date with any girl. They just didn’t have the same affect on him as the allure of other guys. The closest thing he had to a sex life was jerking off to internet porn…mainly movies that involved two guys. He intentionally did little to make close friends because he was certain he was the only gay dude in the small city. Close friends had to share things and he wasn’t ready to fling open his closet door to peers that dropped ‘fag’ and ‘queer’ into conversations on a regular basis. Ben hated that town and had only two goals for those four tumultuous years: try to become good enough to get a swim team scholarship; and if he didn’t, study hard enough to still be able to move back to what he would always considered home to attend the university there.



Ben was jogging back across the quad when he saw that same set of hot male globes under denim entering the dorm. He picked up his speed in hopes of getting a closer look and see what else this guy looked like. By the time he raced through the doors, the long legs he was wanting to see more of were a half flight ahead of him on the stairs. Ben hit the first step quickly but slowed to match pace with his fixation. The gorgeous ass moved slowly and Ben took time to drink in every movement as they both climbed upward to their third floor hallway. He had been unable to see anything except rump and long thick hair…the face was still a mystery to him as they walked ten foot apart down the corridor. Ben stopped at his door and paused to enjoy the erection he had popped as he continued to watch the fantasy man stroll to his own door. There was no doubt in Ben’s mind that he would soon be enjoying a satisfying and needed whack session in the privacy of his room. Just as he started to step through his doorway he glanced one last time at the luscious piece of manhood he was lusting after. The guy’s head turned as he stepped across the threshold and all Ben got was a quick view of his profile, but two things smacked him hard as he did. It looked as if the guy was as hot as his ass, and there was something about his face; what little he saw of it; that clicked in his mind. ‘I know him from somewhere,’ was still echoing between his ears as he stripped down and flopped naked on his bed with the largest boner he had had in weeks.



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As the door closed behind him, Tim once again had the nagging thought that he had been being watched again. That impression quickly vanished though as he realized that Jake was out somewhere and he had the room to himself…hopefully at least long enough to take care of business. He had been wandering around the campus and after enjoying all the young male eye candy, he needed relief that was more than a furious jerk session in the shower. Tim kicked off his sneaks at the same time he peeled his tee shirt over his head. His jeans were forced down just as rapidly and he dropped onto his bed as soon as he freed them from his ankles. Glancing at the locked door, he silently begged to the air, ‘Give me ten more minutes, Jake.’ He rolled the waistband of his tight boxer briefs down and snugged it under his full balls. His cock flopped into his pubes and a string of pre leaked from the tip before he even touched himself. ‘I really need this,’ he said to himself as he wrapped his hand tight around the pulsing seven incher and began a methodical slow stroke.



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Down the hall Ben was making love to himself with his hand. The hot dorm neighbor he wanted so badly now, was the vision he was having behind his closed eyes. They were both naked and the guy was introducing him to the joys of man-on-man action. Ben pulled a little faster on the fleshy shaft in his palm as he imagined what it would be like to be in a sixty-nine with Mister Hot Ass. He smiled at the imagery of them working each other with their mouths. His slit oozed out more pre than it ever had before thanks to his mind telling him that anyone with a butt that beautiful, had to have equipment between his legs to match it. Even though he wanted this to last, Ben licked his lips and ramped up the speed of his yanks.



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At the other end of the floor, Tim knew he had no clue how long he had before Jake would be back, so he began getting more serious about beating off after taking pleasure in slowly working his tool for a few minutes. It had been two days and he was so hard and his nuts so full. He reached up to his chest with his free hand and twisted on his left nipple until the nub was as stiff as his cock. The soft moans that slipped from his lips came from both the physical sensations of touching himself, coupled with the fantasy scene running in his mind. In his brain he wasn’t alone. There was an attractive college boy there with him and it was his fingers tweaking his nipple. It was his hand…or even better his mouth…working his throbbing bone. The daydream expanded as he stroked and his own mouth was now busy licking and kissing and exploring another male for the first time. He moved his hand from his chest to his lips and inserted two fingers between his lips, imagining that it was the other guy’s hard cock sliding across his tongue. His hand increased the tempo and he soon felt the familiar tingle in his groin and he clenched his butt cheeks tighter.



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Ben knew he was totally committed when the rapid tugs to his dick reached a blur. His body was demanding relief and instead of pinching off the flow and prolonging the feelings, he let the dam break and arched his hips and back up from the bed. The first rope of white splattered his forehead and brows; the second strung from his nose across his cheek; and the next three drenched his chest and abs. He bit down on his tongue to keep from crying out as loud as he wanted to; instead just moaning in complete pleasure. After the final spurt dribbled over his thumb and fingers, he put his hand to his mouth and slowly licked off his own sweet juice, but the whole time seeing in his mind’s eye that it was the spew of the guy down the hall that he was tasting instead.



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Tim spread his legs wide as he took the final strokes on himself. His toes curled tight when the initial eruption came quickly and flew above his head. The following ones were equally intense in both amount of cum and how rigid his body became. The half dozen strings of white landed everywhere…his pillow, his hair, his torso, and on his clean sheets. Tim didn’t care as he was lost in visualizing the guy that had just gotten him off was now pressed tight to him, making out as they enjoyed the afterglow. He dropped his cock and moved his hand to his sac, massaging it lightly, and his wilting pole responded by burping up one last trickle of life fluid. Tim smiled and reached over the side of the bed for his abandoned tee to clean up with.



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Ben remained splayed on the bed for a few more minutes before deciding a shower was now in order. Both his hunger and his more base needs had now been satisfied and he wanted to feel warm water cascading over him before crashing for the night. He dabbed away most of the mess on his body with the hand towel he kept for a cum rag and then picked up the towel that was draped over the desk chair. Wrapping it around his waist, he snagged his shower caddy and headed out the door for the large communal bathroom and shower area in the center of the corridor. He glanced towards the end of the hall hoping against hope for yet another view of the hot stud he couldn’t get out of his mind. He didn’t magically appear and Ben entered the empty bathroom. He was soon soaping himself down with body wash and trying to figure out why he had a new chubby so soon after getting off. Snickering to himself, he decided that was just the advantage of being 18 and rubbed shampoo into his blond hair instead of rubbing the erection. He quickly finished and was headed back to his room when he heard a voice yell out, “Hope you left some hot water for me.” He turned his head in just enough time to see the guy from down the hall pop through the bathroom door; naked except for the towel around his waist. Once again, all he got was a short view of the profile of his face. He still wasn’t certain what the guy actually looked like.



‘Gawd! His back is even sexy,’ was all Ben could think of as his shower boner instantly returned. He searched his mind for any excuse to return to the shower area. He wanted to see that magnificent butt in all its natural glory. It was becoming like an addiction to him and this may be the best chance he would get. Even though his towel was tented from the new erection, Ben spun on his heels and headed back to steal a quick look.



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Tim was under the shower head cleaning off any cum splotches he hadn’t gotten with his tee shirt and enjoying the water splash over him. He didn’t pay any attention when the door opened and closed. He only remained turned to the wall and running his soapy hands over his naked body.



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Ben walked in far enough into the bathroom to be able to see through the gap that was the entrance to the common shower area. He inhaled a deep breath and subconsciously reached under his towel to squeeze his cock at what he saw. The guy that was holding such fascination for him, was facing away from him and surrounded by steam; but most importantly, he was totally naked and the rump that looked so good in jeans was right there in plain view. It looked even better out of tight jeans than he had imagined.



Ben ran his tongue around his lips and wished he had waited ten minutes to take his shower so he could have joined this Adonis of asses under the next shower head. When the guy suddenly turned around, Ben’s eyes fleetingly cruised to his crotch and he sucked in yet another breath upon seeing the dangling meat snaking down between his wet thighs. His eyes then shot up to see the sculpted chest and finally further up to finally see the face attached to this great collection of skin.



‘Dammit,’ he muttered under his breath as he looked longer than he should have. The guy had soap all over his face and there was no way to just stand there staring to wait and see what was really under it when he rinsed off. The guy shot him a smile and turned back around; seemingly to have no thought at all of how Ben’s eyes had been drilling into him. Before he did anything more blatant and that may not be welcome, Ben went back to his room and immediately pounded off yet again. Sleep was going to come easy for him tonight. It did but was filled with dreams…dreams that centered around two things: the image imprinted in his mind now of what the guy looked like naked, and eventually finding out what his face looked like…and kissing him without soap lather all over his cheeks and chin.



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Tim had been a little shocked when he comprehended that the guy had been looking at him while he showered. He was used to joint showers from sports and gym classes and all the kidding around that went on between guys. But this time it was different. The guy had just been staring! Tim had only turned away because he felt his flaccid cock start to fill with blood when he saw how cute the guy was. His slightly shorter stature, sleek build, and dark blond hair was just the kind of guy that excited Tim the most. He didn’t want to pop a bone in front of the guy…at least not until he knew his name anyway. Even more disconcerting to him was the fact how much he reminded him of someone…the cousin he hadn’t seen since the ugly divorce between his aunt and uncle four years earlier. Fearful of finding out for sure; which would have been so simple by just knocking on his door; Tim instead allowed ‘Could it be?’ hang in his mind the rest of the night until sleep overtook him.



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Two days later, Ben was frustrated at having not seen his hot buns guy again. Classes had started and he had been exceptionally busy getting into the swing of things. He had watched for the hunk, but the planets hadn’t aligned to be able to catch him in the shower again or even granted him a replay of being able to see his great ass wandering down the hallway. Thanks to his expected roomie never showing up, Ben was at least able to settle for a couple more intensive jerk sessions stretched out naked on his bed and fantasizing about him. Each one was satisfying, but he wouldn’t be completely happy until he met this guy. Nothing else would probably happen between them, but at least knowing his name and actually seeing the face that was attached to the body would be enough for his whack time.

After finishing up a reading assignment, Ben decided to grab a late sandwich and Coke. He had skipped dinner and needed something to quell the grumbling coming from behind his abs. He walked over to the student union and after getting a sub, bag of chips, and a drink, he planted himself at a table off to the side, but one that gave him a good view of the people wandering around. He ate slowly and checked out each new guy that came through the dining area. Just as he was about done, his eyes enlarged at the same time his dick did. There he was! Chuckie Cheeks as he had begun to think of him, was strutting through the entrance. He was wearing bright blue nylon running shorts and had on a tee shirt that was at least one size too small and was showing off the well-defined chest and arms he had seen in the shower. Ben watched closely as he picked out a sandwich and soda and then turn to find a seat. ‘Over here…come sit by me,’ screamed in his brain, but his lips remained silent. Finally seeing the guy’s face clearly for the first time had Ben’s brain cells bumping together instantly. ‘I do know him from somewhere! But where?’ was all he could get the memory banks to regurgitate. Suddenly it hit him. ‘It can’t be…can it?’



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While standing at the counter and deciding on a selection for his late snack, Tim felt the eyes on him yet again. When he turned to look for a place to sit and eat, his own eyes quickly found the source of the feeling. The cute guy from the dorm was here and staring at him. As he looked him over, Tim wasn’t positive it was who he thought it was, but he grinned and headed straight for the table to find out. Even if this guy wasn’t the cousin he hadn’t seen in so long, he wanted to meet this guy anyway. Sauntering over casually, he dropped down at the table next to him to settle the mystery.



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Ben was a combination of total fear and nearly unrestrained excitement as the hunk came closer. When he picked the table next to him to sit at, Ben felt his cock begin to grow. He wanted to speak, but his mouth wouldn’t work. As he kept stealing glances at the guy’s face, Ben’s brain was fighting with itself. ‘It has to be him. But it’s been four years. Are you sure? I think so. Then say something and find out. But what if it isn’t? But what if it is?’ The debate going on between his ears was making him crazy.



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They traded smiles and looked at each other for a moment. Finally breaking the uneasy silence, Tim poised a one-word question. “Ben?”



“Tim? Is that really you?” he responded as his lips formed a wide smile.



Tim mirrored a big grin back. “Sure the hell is, cuz. Sonbitch! How long has it been?”



Ben offered a fist bump as he answered, “More than four years dude!”



“I saw you in the dorm bathroom the other day, but wasn’t sure.” Looking Ben up and down, he added, “Man you have changed. Last time I saw you, you were about a foot shorter and scrawny as an anorexic scarecrow.”



Ben laughed. “Well the last time I saw you, you weren’t any taller than I was and had enough baby fat yet to be the Pillsbury Doughboy’s double.” He stood up to move to the table with Tim, but allowed his eyes to cruise over his body first. “But you sure look a lot better now.” He blushed from the bluntness of the words as he sat down.



“Good genes and four years of high school sports had a lot to do with it.” Tim leaned back in his chair and gave his cousin the same once-over, but spending extra time on the upper chest showing through the thin pullover and the hard thighs stretching his shorts. ‘He may be my cousin, but he is a fucking turn-on,’ Tim told himself. He didn’t really need to since his cock had gone to full staff while looking him over. “You’ve filled out real well too, Ben,” he stated. ‘And so has your dick if that bulge means anything,’ zinged through his head. Tim’s hand reached over to squeeze a thigh. “Damn! Those legs are like rocks and with those pecs, I’m guessing swim team…right?”



The touch from Tim only intensified the strain Ben’s cock was making on his tight cargos. He knew he was leaking pre into his boxers too. “Y-y-yeah…co-captain my junior and senior years,” he stammered. ‘Oh my God! I’m boning up over my cousin and can barely talk,’ he thought. “That tee you’re wearing says your abs are better than mine though,” he complimented as he let his eyes wander down even further to check out the whole package that was his long-lost cousin. The lump he saw in the now tenting running shorts was more than obvious. Ben’s brain spoke to him. ‘Oh fuck! He is hard too! How wrong is this?’



The two cousins had been enjoying their reunion for only about a half hour when the announcement the student union was closing was made. Ben asked, “You want to talk some more? I managed to score a private room by accident if you do, and have a six pack of Bud we can split.”



Tim livened up even more than he had been at that prospect. ‘The way you have me turned on, I don’t know if being alone with you is a good idea…but I don’t care,’ was the short-lived discussion in his brain. “Sure. My first class isn’t until 10AM, so just do a last call by 2AM and I’m fine.”



“Let’s rock and roll then,” Ben declared as he stood up. He watched closely as Tim rose from his seat and did a barely concealed crotch adjustment hopelessly trying to hide the hard-on he was sporting. The one Ben had was showing just as bad in his tight cargo shorts but for some reason he wanted Tim to see it and left it alone. Just minutes later, he was unlocking his door. “Welcome to the crib,” he announced as he flipped on a light. “Make yourself at home.”



“That means I can get naked?” Tim jested.



“Whatever floats your boat man. I usually am when I’m here,” Ben shot back with a grin on his face. ‘I can only wish,’ was the thought he let tempt him. Unfortunately, Tim only slipped off his sneaks and took possession of the chair in front of the study desk. Ben did likewise before sitting down on the bed.



They were soon entangled in a conversation that ran the gamut of the latest updates on the families, including the dirt; to highlights of each other’s high school years and hobbies. They had a good laugh when they discovered they both shared the same two favorite things to do when not playing sports or in school: mountain biking and jacking off. For being two good looking jocks, the one thing that was suspiciously missing during the long exchanges, was the typical dating tales and bragging about sexual conquests. Neither had mentioned much about females beyond passing comments about prom dates and homecoming dances, but neither had admitted their virginity either. Tim finally took the plunge and broke the ice with, “So cuz…truth or dare time. You still waiting to get your cherry popped for real?”



Ben blushed a little and mumbled, “Truth. Don’t laugh, but yeah.” The look he got back said the question in his mind was okay to ask. “Truth or dare back…what about you?”



“Don’t feel pregnant dude,” Tim replied. “Truth. Me too. I’ve had handfuls of tit a few times, but…” He just let the rest of the explanation fade away.



Ben half smiled before speaking. “I got some stink finger once, and…well…nothing that really counted beyond that I guess you would say.” Not being totally certain where this tête-à-tête would go now, he decided to at least make a move to open things up a little more just in case Tim needed some incentive. He stood up and announced as he peeled off his shirt, “Man, I am over these clothes and getting comfortable.”



“Go for it,” was the initial salvo back from Tim as he slipped his tee off also. That was followed with, “Lose the shorts too if you want.” The ending one came with a grin: “It’s just us guys.”



It was impossible to miss the way Tim was looking over his bare upper torso as Ben reached down to unsnap his cargos. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the defined pecs and arms swimming had provided him or the hopeful chance there was some lust involved. His own desires as he looked over the hard chest and rippled abs of his cousin had made him half hard, but his fingers found his zipper and slid it down anyway. By the time he had pushed the pants to his ankles, Tim had already stripped out of the running shorts. The skimpy lime green bikini briefs he was wearing left even less to the imagination than the red swim team Speedos Ben was used to seeing packed almost as tight. Even though he gazed at the impressive lump showing, what he really wanted at that moment was to see how the clingy fabric looked from the backside. Finding a bravado he didn’t know he had, Ben ordered, “Turn around and show it all off, stud.”



Tim only grinned and used the ball of one foot to do an almost military spin. Glancing back over his shoulder, he asked, “Think my ass would look even better in one of those strings you swimmer guys call a suit?”



Ben didn’t answer at first because he was mesmerized by the way Tim’s cheeks rode perfectly in the stretched cotton. With Tim’s six foot plus height, the few square inches of his body that was still covered created a full picture that was nothing less than so completely erotic, that his cock grew enough for the tip to be trying to find an escape from the waistband of his boxers. Finally finding his voice again, Ben responded with, “I dunno if it could look any better, dude.” He gulped in some air hoping that statement wasn’t over the line.



Tim laughed out a “Thanks, man,” and turned back around even though his own tool had fully hardened too and was barely held back by the cloth as it snaked across his pelvis. He looked over Ben again closely and then reached out to slide a hand over his pecs. “You really got these from just swimming?”



Ben swallowed the moan that tried to escape his lips as Tim touched his chest. His cock twitched almost violently and “Umm, yeah,” was all he managed to let leak out at first. “The coach always said that ten laps a day of the pool doing breast strokes was better than a week of bench pressing in the weight room for chest development,” was added once he found his breath again.



Tim’s hand strayed across Ben’s man boobs once more as he nodded his head. “Sure looks like it worked,” he offered while letting a finger drag slowly over the left nipple.



Ben shuddered. He then felt the goose bumps rise on his forearms when Tim’s finger brushed against the right one. ‘Is he doing this to me on purpose?’ raced through his mind. A quick glance down let him see the large wet stain on the lime bikinis. ‘Fuck! He must be leaking pre like a dripping faucet.’ Just before Tim stopped his touches, Ben reviewed the last few moments in his mind and surmised to himself: ‘I think he is getting into this as much as I am.’



It took every bit of restraint he could find within himself to keep Tim from tracing his fingers down Ben’s flat stomach and grasping the bulge that seemed to be trying to rip out the threads of his boxers. ‘Touch me like I just touched you so I know it’s okay to go further,’ he asked silently. ‘Touch me anyway you want to. Just fuckin’ touch me please!’ He permitted a light moan to slip out when Ben seemed to have heard him by dancing his fingertips over Tim’s hard pecs. He blushed and stammered out an excuse that even sounded lame to his own ears. “Sorry, Ben. My nips are real sensitive and I get turned on real easy with them.”







“Oh really?” came from Ben with a smirk. “Just how turned on does it make you?” was followed by tweaking both of Tim’s nipples at the same time with a thumb and index finger from both hands. He knew he had probably just entered territory he couldn’t backtrack from, and hoped the move was taken as it had meant to be. Otherwise, he was totally screwed if he had read the signals wrong. The way the nubs responded by instantly hardening and the moan from Tim’s lips provided most of the answer.



“Fuckin’ A,” finally seeped from Tim’s mouth and his hands grabbed Ben’s waist to strengthen his quivering legs. Looking deep into his eyes, Tim slowly let his hands move to the front of Ben’s boxers and massaged his erection. “Looks like more than my nips are getting hard,” he teased as his hand worked the hidden boner. “Bet it will twitch even more if I…” He didn’t finish the statement…just jammed his hand through the fly and took the warm flesh he found in his palm.



Ben’s eyes snapped shut as he felt the squeezes begin. “Oh hell yes,” he whimpered as he felt the first hands ever beside his own begin working his tool. He reached around Tim and used both hands to grope the luscious globes that so fascinated him.



“Yeah baby!” was the cry coupled with another moan from Tim as Ben worked his butt cheeks like he was kneading bread. He laid his head on Ben’s shoulder and kissed his neck as he continued tugging on the throbbing cock in his hand. His mouth moved higher and chewed on an earlobe. He traced the ridges of the ear with his tongue tip and then slathered his way over Ben’s cheek. Caught up in the moment, he didn’t think at all as he licked Ben’s lips and then forced his tongue between them.



Ben’s lips parted easily and eagerly as he felt Tim’s tongue intruding. He yanked him tight to his body and rubbed Tim’s ass with even more enthusiasm as he sucked on the invading tongue. As their passionate making-out and crotch grinding reached a pinnacle, he suddenly pulled his mouth away. “Tim…should we really be doing this?” he questioned. “I mean…we are related after all.”



Tim grinned. “So we are ‘kissing cousins’ that are headed for much more I hope.” While he let that thought sink in to Ben, his lips and hands got busy again to hopefully help convince him.



“You mean it doesn’t bother you, Tim?”



“Just because your dad and my mother were brother and sister just makes us blood….barely. It doesn’t mean one of us will get pregnant and pop out a kid with three eyes.” He hesitated and then added, “Why? You wanna stop?” The question was almost moot as all four of their hands had yet to cease roaming and rubbing and fondling.



“Well no. Not really.” Ben responded with a smile. “Not unless you want to.”



Tim grinned back. “Hell no! This is the most aroused I ever been and I want to see how much more excited your cute ass can make me.” His fingers slipped to Ben’s waistband and as he pushed the loose boxers down the strong thighs, he added, “And that means we need to get naked.”



The beaming smile that appeared on Ben’s face came along with his hands nearly tearing Tim’s skimpy briefs off. After they both shook their underwear from their toes, they stood back and drank in each other’s nudeness. Ben admiring the endowment that was pointing straight at him, and Tim licking his lips over the unbelievably thick forest of blond curlies Ben’s slightly shorter but thicker cock was standing up in.



“Shit are you hung,” Ben panted while keeping his eyes pinned on at least seven or more inches of throbbing flesh.



Tim reached over and wandered his fingers around in Ben’s pube patch. “Yours isn’t anything to sneeze at cuz. And you have the hottest man patch I have ever seen.” He kept leaving fingerprints all over Ben’s groin and enjoying the attention Ben’s hand was giving his shaft.



“I wanna taste it,” was all that was said before Ben slumped to his knees. He took Tim’s cock in one palm, used the other to cup his balls, and looked up for approval.



Tim twisted his fingers in Ben’s thick blond hair and simply smiled at first. As soon as Ben leaned forward and swiped his tongue tip over the oozing mushroom, Tim moaned but also got out, “Don’t make me cum yet. I’m eating yours too first.” After that, for the next few minutes he only made noises of pleasure as Ben’s mouth explored every single inch of his cousins silky pole. When he felt a warning rumble from his balls, he pulled Ben to his feet and kissed him again. After breaking the embrace he explained, “I was getting close, so now it’s your turn.”



Before Tim could lower himself to the floor, Ben stopped him. “I’ve got another plan than just you sucking me,” was cryptically uttered. Ben took Tim’s hand in his and led him to the bed. He stretched out on the sheets and grinned. “Lay down on top of me and we can do each other, hunk,” was the demand.



Tim’s cock bounced in the air at the thought of them sixty-nining, and he immediately joined him and covered Ben’s body with his. He wasted no time in taking Ben’s tool through his lips and was soon letting himself be completely impaled thanks to Ben licking and chewing on his nuts. He was lost in his own world enjoying the sensations of Ben’s cock rubbing on his tongue and his hips jousting up into his face. Suddenly every nerve in his body electrified as Ben made a totally unexpected move and Tim cried out best he could with his mouth stuffed full.



Ben had spent little time mouthing Tim’s cock, but instead concentrated on soaking his balls with saliva. After inhaling them into his mouth and then rolling them around on his tongue, Ben spit them out and tugged gently on the loose skin of his sac with his teeth. As much as he was enjoying the unique feel of Tim’s low hangers on his lips, the view above them was his true intention. His hands had been working the beautiful twin globes while he teased Ben’s nuts and he finally used both hands to push the tight cheeks apart. He stared at the winking flesh eye for only a couple of seconds, thinking to himself, ‘Any ass that looks this good just has to taste even better.’ Completely dedicated now, he moved in and dragged his moist tongue over the twitching pink spot. The intense quivering that came from Tim and the increased vigor of his mouth working Ben’s rod was an unqualified statement that he was loving this new experience. Ben used both palms to spread the hard buns of his cousin even wider and pasted his face as tight as he could between them.



When Ben’s tongue pierced his virgin ring, Tim shuddered. He had never felt anything so insanely good in his life. He abandoned Ben’s cock only long enough to beg, “Please don’t stop,” and immediately swallowed him again. The tongue pressed in deeper and Tim wiggled back into it with total lust and desire for more. By the time Tim felt the lips jammed as tight as they could be and the light stubble on Ben’s chin scraping his split, the invasion of his man pussy was being accompanied by tender chewing. He knew he was dripping precum all over Ben and could already feel the main juice looking for the escape route. Once again freeing his mouth, he warned, “Gawd does that feel great, but ease off for a bit or you’re gonna make me cum.”



Tim grinned to himself and then wedged his tongue in as deep as it could physically go one last time. He left a large amount of spit on Ben’s pucker as he pulled his face off. Quickly getting his index finger as wet as could in his mouth, he started teasing the same spot he had just vacated. “You like that do you, cuz?” came just as the finger poked the rosebud open.



“Fuck yeah!” Tim threw back along with his hips pushing against the newest intrusion. When Ben’s finger easily slipped past the second digit, he moaned out, “A lot better than me doing myself when I beat off.” As he felt the second finger probing, he whimpered out, “Oh yes! More babe!” and went back to sucking Ben.



Ben soon had both fingers working inside Tim’s cavern and felt him loosing up with each drive in and out he made. While his hand toiled to excite Tim more, his mouth joined in making oral love to the cheeks he had wanted so badly. His tongue licked them. His lips planted sensuous kisses all over them. His face rubbed them like a cat marking territory. He paused his efforts only long enough to state, “I love your ass Tim. It’s so hot and so tight.” He yanked his fingers free and went back to tossing Tim’s salad with renewed gusto. The only warning he gave before slipping his tongue back inside was, “And tastes so good.”

It had taken me a long while to build up enough courage to make a trip to Camp Black Bear. I had read about the all male campground long before, but being an in-the-closet bisexual at the time, I had pretty much avoided any of the traditional gay bars or meeting places. However, I had read on another website that they were having their yearly July Motorcycle Camp out Weekend and I’ve always been turned on by bikes and leather; whether men or women. I decide to take the plunge and reserve a tent campsite.



I decided I wanted to get there a little early before the place got crowded to relax and have a beer or two; just to try and calm my nerves. I packed up my pup tent, a couple changes of clothes, sleeping bag, toiletries, a box of condoms and bottle of lube, and decided to head down wearing jeans and T-shirt. Unfortunately, I ride an old Ironhead chopper and there isn’t much room for packing a lot of supplies and with my tent, backpack, and bedroll strapped behind me I wasn’t going to fit my cooler.



It took me a couple hours to ride down and I arrived about 2:00 in the afternoon. The camp is set back in the woods a ways for privacy and there is a closed gate outside with a small sign saying Camp Blackbear. In a little shack beside the gate there was an older gentleman that asked me if I was there for the Rally; I thought it was pretty obvious and jokingly told him so. He laughed and explained that sometimes people will show up to camp and have no idea what the place is; they just saw a campground on their smartphone and needed a place for their motor home and tent. He directed me down the lane and told me to check in at the lodge where I could also pay for the weekend.



The gravel lane was about two hundred yards and ended in a large open field with the lodge, pool, and shop on the left. On the right I could see the RV camping. Along the edge of the open area I could see the various smaller tent camping areas. I went inside the lodge and was greeted by an another attractive older man with a salt and pepper beard. He was pleasant and we chatted while he checked me in. He asked if this was my first time and if was meeting anyone; I told him it was and that I wasn’t. Then he asked if I would like a specific campsite or he could put me close to some of the regulars that lived in the trailers most of the summer. I was a little nervous, but said that would be fine. He told me where I could park my bike more permanently and how I could get to my site. He also explained a little about each building and where I could shower and cleanup if I needed.



I moved my bike and unloaded my gear. Luckily it wasn’t much and I could carry it in one trip. I was pleasantly surprised when I found my campsite. It was inside the woods enough to be private, but bordered with a few of the trailers which were just outside of the tree line. There were several tent sites surrounding one central fire ring. One of the sites already had a large tent set up, but no one was around. A few chairs were around the fire ring and a large cooler. I decided to go ahead and get my tent up quickly before I started to explore.



I was about half finished with my tent when a couple guys came back carrying a tackle box and a few fishing poles. Both were decent looking guys, one a bigger bearish man in his 50′s with a dark beard and a couple streaks of gray. The other was a younger guy, maybe early 30′s, with a tall/skinny frame and was clean shaven. Both were wearing shorts and a T-shirt with flip flops. I could see the younger one had several tattoos on his legs and arms. We said hello and made our introductions. James, the older one, offered to help me finish my tent and I accepted. The younger man, Paul, grabbed a beer from the cooler and set down in a chair to relax.



As we worked we chatted a bit about the camp and I found out that he and Paul had been together for several years and try to go to Blackbear at least twice a year. They always request the same campsite as they were pretty good friends with a couple that parked their trailer nearby. He told me that during the day most guys just relax, swim, fish, and hangout. “The real fun begins at night at the parties, but some us like to have an appetizer first!” he said while smiling.



When we finished finished James and I went over and sat down around the fire ring with Paul. James offered me a beer and I gladly accepted; it was close to 90′s and I was still pretty nervous. I hadn’t seen anything overtly sexual since I’ve been there; it pretty much just looked like a campground minus women and children. We sat and talked for awhile and had a few beers. Paul said that he was going to head to the pool for a swim and wanted to know if I wanted to go. It sounded like a good idea and I asked James if he was going. He said he was going to go say hello to a couple friends and that he would catch up with us later.



I grabbed my shaving bag and my swimming trunks and started walking with Paul towards the pool area. Paul looked over and raised an eyebrow which I took to mean, “why are you bringing the shaving kit?” I smiled and said that I had been riding all day and I needed a shower so I wouldn’t dirty up the pool. He said it was a good idea.



We went inside the pool house where the restrooms and showers were. There were a couple lockers, but it didn’t look like anyone used them. It was just then that I realized Paul hadn’t brought any swimwear. My heart starting beating a little faster, but I tried to ignore it when he shimmied out of his shirt and shorts. It’s then out of the corner of my eye that I noticed his package. He was cut and nicely hung with a cockring going through the head. I also noticed his nipples were pierced. He caught me looking and stood up straight so I could get a better look.



“What do you think?” he asked. I looked him up and down. I told him he had a very nice body; still a little embarrassed to mention his great cock. “Okay, now I want a look” and he walked up to grab the bottom of my shirt. It took me by surprise, but I didn’t resist when he pulled the shirt over my head. I’m a pretty stocky 6’2″ with fairly nice chest and a little tummy. No model by any means, but guys and girls usually like my chest and arms; it goes well with my dark goatee and short hair. “Nice!” is all he said. Then he looked down at my jeans expectantly.



I had to sit down to take my riding boots off and he just stared expectantly with a smile on his face. “Aren’t you and James an item?” I asked as I took the second boot off. He explained that he and James were in an open relationship and they play both together and separate. I stood up and was hesitant to undo my belt and jeans. “Oh come on!” he said jokingly. I undid the buckle and unbuttoned my Levi’s and turned around while I pulled them down. I could feel him still staring at me. “Skivvies too!” he said. I pulled them down and turned around, blushing a little bit with both excitement and embarrassment.



He was taking me all in while slowly stroking his semi-erect cock. It looked even better slightly swollen. My cock is pretty average and I had a pretty decent chub at this point. “That’s a good looking cock, can’t wait to see it fully hard!” he said. I smiled and said, “thanks, but it sure isn’t in the same league as yours!” He just laughed and said that he liked normal sized the best, because the big ones hurt too much. “Let’s get you in the shower, then.”



He led me to the shower room and turned on the water on a couple of the six shower heads. I had grabbed the soap from my kit before following and when I stepped under the head he grabbed it from me. “Here, let me help you with that.” He stepped behind me and started to lather up my back which felt amazing. He massaged as he washed my back, moving to my shoulders, and finally down my arms.



It felt so good and relaxing that I had to put my hands against the walls to brace myself. I was enjoying myself and moaning slightly, all the embarrassment gone, when he pressed up against me. I could feel his rigid cock up against my crack as he wrapped his arms around me to lather my chest. I tensed up again slightly with apprehension, but he leaned closely and lightly bit my ear. “Relax,” he grumbled through clenched teeth. My cock was fully erect at this point, pointing straight out.



Paul continued to wash and massage my body, down my chest and stomach until he was close to my groin. He told me to turn around and I complied as I was floating in a haze at this point. He began to wash me again, this time getting on his knees and starting with my calves while working his way up to my thighs. My cock and balls were aching to be touched, but I was content to let him work his magic. My penis was only a few inches from his face and he was ignoring it; concentrating on using his hands to work my legs. Again, when he was close to my groin he told me to turn around. I wanted to say no, but I listened to him once again.



I put my hands against the shower wall again while he began to lather my ass cheeks. It felt great while he massaged my ass the same way he did the rest of my body. Even though I was anticipating it, I gasped when he slid his hand inside my crack. His hand went up and down my crack washing as he went. After a minute or so, I noticed he was slowly concentrating around my asshole. Washing with whole hand at first and then starting to make slow circles with fingers.



I leaned forward against the wall and stuck out my ass slightly to give him better access. He whispered, “I knew you wanted fucked. . .” and I could hear the smile on his face. He pressed a finger against my whole and the soap suds allowed it pass with only a little resistance. I gasp escaped my lips and I closed my eyes while continuing to lean against the well. Paul started moving his finger in and out at a slow pace, getting me ready. He pulled his finger out completely, only to replace it with two! He finger fucked me for several minutes, telling me quietly that he was going to enjoy fucking my ass and that he knew from the beginning that I was a bottom slut.



That’s when I head another man say, “yeah finger his ass!” It wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t hidden either. I opened my eyes and looked to the side to see a man I hadn’t seen before. He was a larger man, maybe 6’0″ and 300 lbs. He had a very hairy body, beard, and was completely naked standing just inside the shower. He was stroking what looked like a shorter, but slightly thick cock. I was shocked and stood up quickly.



Paul was able to keep his fingers inside of me when I reacted. With his other hand he grabbed the back of my neck and squeezed slightly; guiding me back against the wall. He leaned down and told me, “this is James and I’s friend Kris; he’s a whole lot of fun. I’m going to enjoy watching him fuck you sweet ass!” I looked over my shoulder in mild shock and all I got was a sadistic smile in return. I started to straighten up again, but Paul applied more pressure to my neck.



I would’ve overpowered Paul easily if I wanted to, but deep down I knew this was what I had come to Camp Blackbear for in the first place. I was by far too turned on now to resist. I leaned down further and exposed my ass even more. Paul responded by now forcing three fingers in my ass! It hurt, but also felt like heaven.



Paul asked Kris if he was ready for some ass and pulled his fingers out. I looked over my shoulder at Kris and said, “I have some condoms in my shaving hit out there.” He just smiled and walked behind me. I started to protest, but Paul moved to my side and leaned in to whisper in my ear, “we fuck pussies raw to turn bitches into real men.” Words caught in my throat; I had never been fucked without a condom. I didn’t know what to say or do.



Kris grabbed me by the left hip to pull me closer while he positioned his cock head up against my loosened hole with his other. He pushed slowly, but firmly into my ass. It was wider than I first thought and the only lubrication I had was the soapy suds. The combination of wide cock and soap burned immensely. It only took him a few seconds to be completely buried inside me. He stated pumping me slowly while holding both of my hips. I was trying to concentrate on the pleasure, but the burning was terrible. “It burns!” I squeaked. All I got was a chuckle from Kris.



Kris continued to fuck me slowly while I bit my lip and closed my eyes. Even though I didn’t want him to cum in my ass, I was wishing he would finish soon. I was not enjoying myself at all. The I felt a hand on my cock. It was Paul on his knees again, washing my cock and balls.



He splashed water over my genitals to rinse them off. He grabbed my cock at the base and pumped me a few times. Then he expertly took my cock in his mouth and preceded to suck me vigorously. The pain evaporated from my ass. I didn’t even feel it burn when Kris pulled out to apply more soap to his dick. I was moaning loudly with my head hanging down to watch Paul suck my cock like a pro and enjoy it.



My moaning started Kris pumping harder and faster; Paul was now sucking in rhythm with Kris’s stokes while jerking himself off quickly. I couldn’t hold any longer, my dick exploded in his mouth. At the same time my ass clenched which produced a groan from Kris; two more pumps in my tightened hole and Kris let loose in my abused ass. I could feel each pump and it felt wonderful.



Paul stood up beside me and pulled me by the hair towards his cock. “Open your mouth bitch!’ he ordered. I willingly complied and was disappointed when he didn’t shove his dick inside. Instead he just continued to beat off vigorously. Kris still had his cock buried in me and held my hips while I waited patiently with my mouth open for Paul’s load. It didn’t take long. He exploded on my face and even managed to get a squirt in my mouth. It was bitter salty heaven.



Kris slapped my ass hard and then pulled out quickly; it hurt slightly and the feeling of emptiness was terrible. I heard him splash out of the shower. I stood up and looked at Paul in the face. “You’re a mess,” he said. I started to get under the shower again, but he put a hand on my chest and said no. I looked at him confused as he reached over and turned the water off.



Get on your knees, he ordered. I was hoping that he was going to have me suck the last few drops of cum out of his cock, but what happened next horrified and excited me. Paul took a step back and squeezed his hard to shoot a stream of piss all over my face. He was still hard and the stream had quite a bit of force to it. I had never had this happen before and it shocked me. I wanted to move away or scream, but at the same time I knew that I also wanted to have him finish. After a few seconds he ordered me to open my mouth. I can’t imagine why I did, but it was like my body was on autopilot. I opened wide while Paul aimed his stream and finished into my waiting mouth.



I gagged. I coughed. I nearly vomited. What have I just done? That was disgusting. I was a little shell shocked at this point and didn’t notice when Kris came back into the shower.



I was already on my knees when Kris told me to put my ass in the air. I leaned forward with my chest on the shower floor and my still loose ass in the air. I was expecting Kris to fuck me again and was surprised when I felt a stream of piss hit me right in the ass. It was a strange, almost vibrating, sensation as it splashed against my asshole. He moved the stream around to splash up and down my crack and around on my ass cheeks. He finally finished his long piss on the back of my balls. “Just marking our territory son. We’re all going to have fun with you this weekend,” he said.



Paul reached down and help pull me to my feet. I was shaking a little at this point; now cold and feeling abused and confused. He smiled and looked me straight in the eyes, “You ready for that swim now?”

DISCLAIMER: This story is a pure work of fiction. All characters involved are over the age of 18. This is my first time writing anything of this nature, so I appreciate any and all feedback (positive or negative).



This is the last chapter of the Searching for that Spark series. But who knows? In the future I may expand and write more about these characters. I hope you guys enjoyed the series and enjoy this. Thanks for everything!










It was about 3:30 when Ashton got out of class and was walking through campus with Nate. They found out they were in the same class the day after they literally bumped into each other in the dorm. Since then, they walked back to their rooms together after class. Ashton liked Nate and was happy that he was able to find a good friend other than Calvin. They were walking for a few minutes when Nate noticed something different about Ashton.



He spoke, “So what’s up with you?”



Confused, Ashton responded, “What do you mean?”



Nate continued, “I mean that last week you were all down and depressed, and now you actually seem to be happy. So tell me, how was it?”



Ashton, still confused at the conversation, asked, “How was what?”



Nate lowered his voice, “The sex.”



Ashton replied, “What sex?



Nate continued, “Look you’re not fooling anyone. You either had sex last night or you won the lottery. Those are the only reasons you’d be all happy and chipper today. Now since we’re not driving around in a new Porsche, we can rule out the lottery.”



Ashton chuckled, knowing that Nate was partially right: he actually was happy. Not wanting to disclose every little detail, he responded to Nate: “Look, let’s just say that I had a really good night and an even better day.”



Nate, not wanting to push Ashton any further, replied, “Well that’s good to hear. Glad to have the old Ashton back.”



Ashton laughed at Nate’s words not because he had seemingly figured it all out, but because he knew that he wasn’t the “old Ashton” anymore. He looked at his watch then turned to Nate, “Oh, I’ll see you later man. I have to go meet up with someone in the park.” Ashton then gave Nate a handshake before running off to meet Calvin.



Ashton walked through the park and saw Calvin lying on the grass under a big tree. He sat down beside him, “Sup stranger, how’s it going?



Calvin chuckled, “So is that going to be my new nickname now or what?”



Ashton responded, “Well for the longest time, and by that I mean a whole day, you were a stranger to me. So why don’t we change that? Tell me about yourself.”



Calvin explained, “Well I’m an only child and my parents divorced when I was about 10. For the most part, it was very civil. It was easy going back and forth because they lived close-by and kept a good relationship for my sake. Um, I grew up in a city much like this. I had friends, but I enjoyed being on my own. I guess you could say that I came here to be my own person and do my own thing. Well, that’s my story. You’re next, stranger.”



Ashton smiled at the fact that he was actually getting to know the man behind the mask. He then spoke about himself, “Well, like you I’m an only child. My parents are still together and we’ve lived in the same small town all my life. I have a few close friends that I touch base with from time to time. And I guess I moved here for a change of pace. I wanted something different and that’s what I got.” They continued talking for about half an hour before they got up and went for a slow walk along the grass. Ashton would look over at Calvin from time to time, so interested in his stories and his life. They had come from different backgrounds that they were starting to really understand the other person.



They eventually sat on a nearby bench as the conversation slowed down. Calvin was staring up at the sky when Ashton finally asked him, “So tell me, where do you see this going?”



Calvin looked at him and answered truthfully, “Ash. To be honest, I don’t know where I see this going. I only met you a few weeks ago and yet I feel like there’s this strong connection between the two of us. And it scares me. I’m the guy that runs away from a relationship the moment I feel like it’s getting too serious. And now we’re here and I’m telling you my life story. I just don’t know if I’m ready.”



Ashton interjected, “Hey. I never said that I had all the answers. I’m probably just as freaked out as you are. And the only reason I’m so calm about this is because I know that there’s something here; there’s this thing that’s between us that I can’t ignore. Those few weeks, I kept telling myself that I was avoiding all these physical urges. Not once did I ever stop to think that maybe, all along, I just wanted to be with you. I’m not saying that we have to drop everything and be with each other for the rest of our lives. I just know that it will be wrong if we continue with our lives knowing that there was this spark between us.”



Calvin was relieved to know that Ashton was on the same page as him, but he couldn’t ignore the worries he had. He explained, “Ash, you don’t know how much I want to be with you. And that’s why I have all these inhibitions: I’m worried that I’ll fuck something up and…”



Before Calvin could continue, Ashton leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss, stopping him from speaking. For those few seconds, Calvin forgot about everything he was worried about. He just felt Ashton’s lips on his and his heart beating a mile a minute. Ashton gently let go, biting Calvin’s lower lip in the process.



Ashton finally spoke, “And I thought I talked too much.” Ashton leaned in for another quick kiss then continued, “So what do you say? You want to take a shot with me?”



Calvin smiled, “As always Ash, you put up a great argument, leaving me with no choice but to accept.”



Ashton looked into Calvin’s eyes, “I hoped you would.”



They walked back to campus arm in arm, both happy with their new decision that they made together. All the worries that Calvin had before were gone. He knew that with Ashton’s hand holding onto his, none of that would matter.



Once Ashton closed the door to his room, Calvin pulled him into a deep kiss. Their lips met and Ashton felt that spark once again; he could taste Calvin’s lips. He repositioned his head, allowing Calvin’s tongue to slip past his lips and into his mouth. They stood there for about 10 minutes locking lips, until Calvin broke away to the small crevice on Ashton’s neck.



Seeing what he was doing, Ashton warned, “You’re going to leave a mark!”



Calvin stopped for a second and reassured him, “That’s the point. I want them to know you’re mine.” Ashton just let him continue as his hands pressed up against Calvin’s chest. He loosened every one of the buttons on his shirt, slowly exposing his defined chest. He pulled off Calvin’s shirt and stared in awe of him for a few seconds. His hands made their way to Calvin’s pants, unbuttoning them and dropping them down past his knees. Ashton saw Calvin’s huge cock bulging out, just begging to be free from his tight boxers.



Calvin stopped for a minute and asked Ashton, “So why is it that I’m standing here in my underwear and you’re still fully clothed?”



Ashton fired back, “Then you’d better get to work.” Calvin chuckled, and then pulled off Ashton’s shirt with one motion. He brought his hands back to Ashton’s torso, retracing his fingers along Ashton’s abs. He looked down to see Ashton’s huge boner sticking out against his tight jeans. He could see the outline of his cock perfectly, almost touching the left front pocket. He unbuttoned Ashton’s jeans, revealing the growing cock, still contained by his black boxers. Seeing that they were both in their boxers, Calvin motioned towards the bed. Ashton lied back, getting comfortable, as Calvin followed. He moved up and kissed him sensuously as Ashton’s hands made their way to Calvin’s perfectly round ass. He slid his palms under the elastic waistband and gripped his cheeks firmly. Calvin let out a moan, while continuing to kiss. He then pushed back and they were nose to nose, trying to catch their breath. He could feel the warmth between them as he slid down, slowly licking along the middle of Ashton’s chest. He made his way to Ashton’s boxers, putting his mouth around the bulge with just fabric separating them. His mouth started to water as he felt Ashton’s meat on his lips. Calvin eagerly slid down Ashton’s boxers, exposing his throbbing cock. It flung out, nearly hitting Calvin’s face in the process.



Calvin gripped Ashton’s cock at the base and exclaimed, “Damn Ash, your dick’s making my mouth water!” As he leaned in to lick the slit of Ashton’s cock, a small stream of precum gushed out. He licked his lips and started sucking, only able to get about halfway on the first try. Calvin seemed to be more calm than the other times he and Ashton were together. He didn’t have to worry about scarring him off or making Ashton change his mind. Nope, Ashton’s mind was set and so was Calvin’s. He worshipped that dick, placing his wet tongue around the entire length.



Calvin looked up at Ashton with his warm eyes and begged, “Ash, I want you to fuck my mouth.”



Ashton looked down at him and responded, “Your wish is my command.” Ashton then started to stroke his dick into Calvin’s mouth. Calvin opened wide, allowing Ashton’s length to slide in and out along his tongue. Soon, the tip of Ashton’s cock started to hit the back of Calvin’s mouth and he could feel himself holding back from gagging. Ashton let out a loud moan of pleasure as he felt the slight friction on his cock. He started to methodically fuck Calvin’s mouth, being able to pull almost entirely out and slam it back in. He could see and feel Calvin’s concentration as he closed his eyes and placed a firm grip on Ashton’s waist. He took the trusts for about 10 minutes until he slowly pushed Ashton back.



Calvin grabbed Ashton’s cock by the base and started slapping it along his tongue, begging, “Ash. I want you to fuck me tonight.”



Surprised at his request, Ashton asked, “Calvin are you sure?”



Calvin pushed up and positioned himself with Ashton, leaning into a deep kiss and replying, “Yes I’m sure. I want to be with you.”



Please to hear his answer, Ashton asked, “How do you want it?”



Taking one last kiss, Calvin answered, “Missionary.”



Calvin slowly fell backward and lifted his legs, exposing his small hole. Ashton repositioned, eager to dive in for the first time. He slowly licked along Calvin’s hole, kissing his ass. He then started to wet Calvin’s tight hole.



Calvin let out a moan, “God, I never knew how good this could feel.”



Ashton playfully responded, “I could eat your ass all day.” He then stuck his face deeper, poking Calvin’s hole with his tongue. He could feel it slowly open up. Ashton gazed as he saw streams of his spit coating Calvin’s ass.



Calvin had been feeling the pleasure of being rimmed for the first time. And as Ashton licked away, he knew he was ready. He shouted out, “Ash, please just fuck me. I can’t take it anymore. Please.”



Sensing his eagerness, Ashton made one last lick then got on his knees. He slowly pulled Calvin’s ass up and lined it with his cock. He put his head at the entrance of Calvin’s hole, and placing his hands an Calvin’s side, he slowly started to push through.



Calvin let out another moan, “Fuck, I can feel you inside me. Damn!”



Ashton added, “I’m almost all in baby.” Soon Ashton was shoving the last of his cock into Calvin’s virgin hole.



Once he was fully stuffed, Calvin pleaded, “Start slow.” Ashton heard him and started to slowly thrust back and forth. He allowed his length to go all the way in while pulling out very slowly. He wanted to be as gentle as possible; allowing Calvin to adjust to his cock. Calvin winced, trying hold in what he was feeling. While Calvin was inserting his dick, he could feel a slight pain mixed with immense pleasure. Having never had anal sex, he didn’t know how much he would be able to take.



Ashton spoke, “Okay. I’m all in.” He stopped for a second, then started to slowly fuck Calvin’s ass, causing him to close his eyes. He saw Calvin biting his lower lip; a sign that he was enjoying himself, so he started to pound harder. Ashton had found a steady rhythm and was now fucking faster. He leaned in every couple minutes to kiss Calvin, giving his mouth a break from the moaning.



Calvin held Ashton’s face and begged, “Fuck me harder. I want it.” Ashton pulled away and started to ram into Calvin’s ass, bracing himself on Calvin’s chest. He saw how much Calvin loved every thrust, how he lusted for more and how his fully erect dick was a sign that he was doing something right. Slowly, Ashton started to sweat. He had been fucking for a while and soon that familiar urge to cum was rushing through his body.



Calvin had been holding on to the sheets when Ashton leaned in and warned, “Hey, I’m close. I’m gonna cum inside your ass.”



Calvin looked up with confidence and responded, “Do it.” Soon, Ashton could feel his body tense up, his dick had become so sensitive that every stroke made him seconds away from exploding. He pulled Calvin in close and continued to fuck him until he was ready. Not long after embracing him, Ashton started to groan out as streams of warm cum erupted inside Calvin. Calvin kissed Ashton’s neck as he felt the Ashton’s manhood fill his loose hole. He had reached that euphoric feeling; his body became numb to every sensation. He could feel Ashton’s dick grazing his prostate and soon he too would explode. The feeling of a cock touching his sweet spot was enough to make him cum without even touching himself. Jizz exploded out of Calvin’s dick, hitting Ashton’s abs then dripping down upon himself. Calvin had been essentially screaming throughout his ejaculation; having never experienced something this powerful. He fell backward, trying to catch his breath and come down from this euphoric high he was on. Ashton fell on him, losing his strength from their fuck. They lied there motionless for a few minutes, almost in sync. They could feel the cum on their bodies, sticking to each other. Ashton’s cock remained in Calvin’s hole, slowly shrinking to it’s normal size. As they lied there on top of each other, Calvin was happy. Because in that moment, he knew that his doubt wasn’t didn’t mean anything anymore. He pulled Ashton into a kiss.



Calvin then reminded Ashton, “I’m pretty sure you can pull out now.”



Ashton laughed then responded, “I guess I just forgot I was still inside.” He then slowly pulled out, knowing that Calvin’s ass would be sensitive. He lifted himself up and sat on Calvin’s chest. Calvin took the hint as slowly licked the residual cum off Ashton’s dick. He tingled as Calvin carefully licked it clean.



Calvin wiped his face then responded, “God, that was amazing.”



Ashton smiled at his lover, “And think, we can have countless days of this. Just you and me.”



Calvin ran his hands along Ashton’s side, “I can’t believe I ever considered running away from this.”



Ashton added, “I guess we both just needed to realize that what we wanted was right in front of us.”



They lied there in each other’s arms the rest of the night, not even bothering to get redressed. They both had the best sleep of their lives; Ashton’s mind wasn’t clouded with stress or over-thinking, while Calvin’s held on tighter, ready to stop running away.



Calvin’s eyes opened first, he looked over and saw that it was 11pm. He woke up Ashton with a kiss, saying, “Ash. It’s 11 and you have class in about 30 minutes.”



Ashton rolled over, holding onto Calvin’s arm, “I’ll skip it. I want to spend the entire day with you…stranger.”



Calvin smiled, “Sounds like a plan. Now why don’t get cleaned up and start our adventure.”



Ashton replied, “I’ll meet you in the showers…You know which one.” Calvin then got up and put on his clothes. As he walked towards his room to gather his stuff, he knew that he had one final thing to do. Meanwhile Ashton had just left his room and was walking towards the shower rooms, when Riley came out.



Riley started, “Ash, how’s it going?”



Ashton replied, “Hey Riley, all things are good.”



Riley smiled, “Glad to see you’re doing well. I guess all you needed was to find someone in order to find yourself.”



Confused, Ashton asked, “What makes you think I’ve found someone?”



Riley nudged his shoulder and answered, “Come on Ash, you’re not hiding anything. I know all about your little situation with a certain floormate.”



Embarrassed Ashton continued to ask, “What? How do you know about any of that?”



Riley started to explain, “Well, a couple weeks ago, I headed to the bathrooms late at night kinda heard something going on. Just as I walked out, I head you two introduce yourselves. Now I didn’t really think much about it until I was walking through the hallway and heard, um…moaning coming from your room.” Ashton’s face had turned bright red from the embarrassment as Riley continued, “Then when I saw Calvin walk out half naked, I pretty much assumed you two were a thing. And that’s kinda why I tried to check up on you because I knew this sort of thing is complicated. I know cause I’ve been there.”



Ashton breathed a little then finally responded, “Wow. I am so embarrassed that you had to see and well hear all of that. Haha. Thanks though, for looking out, I really mean it this time. And to be honest, Riley, you were the last person I’d assume to be gay.”



Riley smiled then replied, “Well I’m not sure if that’s a compliment, or. Haha. Don’t sweat it. You kinda remind me of myself when I was just a naïve little freshmen getting to know himself.”



Ashton leaned in to give Riley a hug, “Thanks again for everything Riley, you’re the best.”



Meanwhile, Calvin had grabbed his shower stuff and was walking towards the showers when he saw a name on the door that he remembered. He stopped and knocked, waiting for a response. A few seconds later, Nate answered.



Nate asked, “Hi. Um can I help you?”



Calvin replied, “Yeah. I’m Calvin. Sorry to just come over, I know we haven’t actually met before, but I know you’re a friend of Ashton’s and I was wondering if I could talk to you about something?”



Nate opened the door wider and let him in, “Sure. I’m Nate. I’m assuming you’re a friend of Ashton too?”



Calvin smirked, “I guess you could say that. Haha. See I was hanging with Ash yesterday and he was telling me about you and how you’ve been helping him out and everything.”



Nate cut him off, “Oh, so you’re the friend from the park?”



Calvin nodded, “Yeah, that’s me. I really came over here so I could thank you for looking out for him all this time. I know you’re one of his really good friends here. I also just wanted to drop by, introduce myself and say that now that we’re officially together, any friend of Ash is a true friend of mine.”



Surprised, Nate asked, “Together? Wait so you two are dating? No wonder he’s been all happy and upbeat.”



Calvin admitted, “Yeah, it took us a while to decide what we really wanted. But now we’re both on the right track.” Calvin looked over at Nate who feigned a fake smile on his face.



Realizing the situation, Calvin asked, “So how long has it been?”



Nate looked over, “What are you talking about?”



Calvin continued, “I see that look on your face; the look that tells me that you’re happy, but not so happy that Ashton and I are together. How long have you liked him?”



Nate sighed then admitted, “Honestly, I liked him since we literally ran into each other that first day. But hey, you win some, you lose some. Don’t get me wrong, I really am happy for Ashton…and for you.”



Calvin put him hand on Nate’s shoulder, “Don’t worry bro. You’ll find someone, I promise. And when you do, hold onto him. I almost made the mistake of running away from someone I actually started to have feelings for.”

Chapter 4: Carter and Aiden take things to new heights.



DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All characters involved are eighteen years of age or older. This series includes sex between brothers. Do not continue reading if you do not approve of incestuous relationships. Again, this work is fiction.



Thanks for the great feedback on the first three chapters! Don’t worry this one isn’t the end. I’m an amateur writer so it feels great to know that you guys actually like my stuff. I’m planning to continue this series for a few more chapters as well as write another series which I will reveal pretty soon.




AIDEN




We quickly got up and headed downstairs to see our parents taking off their coats by the front door. I called out, “Oh sorry mom. Carter and I were- uhhh.” I swear that I couldn’t think of any excuse for the life of me.



Carter interjected, “Aiden and I were just listening to some music upstairs and I guess it was pretty loud.”



I sighed as my mom nodded, adding “Oh okay. Glad to see that you boys were together.”



Carter nudged me and I mouthed a “Thank you” to him as we followed our parents into the kitchen. Wanting to change the subject, I asked, “So, how’s grandma doing?”



Our dad responded, “She’s doing well, just needs to slow down a bit. But she’s okay.”



I replied, “That’s good to hear. Do you guys want me to cook you some breakfast? You must be hungry.”



Mom stood up to pour herself a glass of milk, “Oh no, honey, we ate already. We actually only stopped by to pack some clothes.”



Dad swooped in to explain, “See we’re heading back to grandmas and we’ll be staying with her for the weekend to make sure she’s okay. We already called up a caretaker to look after her from now on, but she’s not expected to come in until Monday.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Carter giving me a devious smile. I gently shook my head, knowing his intentions. Dad jokingly instructed, “So Carter, that means you’re going to have to look after your little brother here for the weekend.”



Carter sat down at the table next to me and obliged, “Yes sir.” He then put his hand on my thigh, slowly feeling around my jeans. “I’ll take good care of little Aiden here.” I kept a smile on my face and tried to play nonchalant as my brother was feeling me up.



Mom added, “You know Aiden, just because you’re 18 now doesn’t mean you can go all crazy and wild. I’m sure Carter here will keep you in check.”



I laughed on the inside, knowing that Carter would have the exact opposite. Suddenly my mind started to race at the fact that Carter and I would have the weekend to ourselves. I gulped, not knowing if I was eager or scared.



I finally snapped out of my trance once the front door closed after kissing my parents goodbye. I turned around after closing the door and nearly jumped as I saw Carter standing behind me with a devious grin on his face.



He walked closer to me and kissed my neck, “It’s you and me for the next two days.” Slowly, I could feel my body ease up. Carter had found that sweet spot on my neck that just made me melt as I felt his soft lips on my skin. He came up to my face and we were nearly nose to nose. I could feel his breath on my face as we exchanged looks; mine, a look of innocence, while his was a look of lust. I broke the looks and dove right into his lips, nearly causing him to fall over. He kissed me back while slowly placing his hands on my hips, gripping my sides. We slowly walked to the living room couch without breaking our touch. He sat down on the couch and I followed, straddling his lap. As my hands explored his tight body, I could feel my dick stir inside my shots; it was feeling that I had accepted and embraced. I was on top of him and as I kissed his sweet lips, I wanted more.



I gasped out, “Carter. I want your cock.”



As I gave him a sharp look of desire, he moaned back, “You don’t know how sexy you sound right now.” I pulled his shirt off his body, and slowly licked down the middle, kissing each of his abs as I slid down. There I was, on my knees with my face practically glued to my brother’s unbuttoned jeans. I unbuttoned them, slowly realizing my actions and started to slide them off. I could see it right in front of me, teasing me. The outline of his cock was clear as day behind those tight grey boxers. My mouth started to water was I pulled them off, exposing him.



I commented on the erect dick in front of me, “I guess Mom chose to have us both circumcised.”



He laughed at the realization and replied, “The more for you to play with.” His cock twitched as I gently grabbed it by the base, allowing the tips of my fingers to feel him. It was incredible; it fit perfectly in my hand and I swear that I could feel it growing, the more I touched him. Knowing there was no turning back; I gently placed my wet lips around his head and softly sucked. The taste was indescribable. I pushed him in further, allowing more of his length inside my wet mouth. His dick slid along my tongue and I could hear his moan with every inch I let in. I had no idea what I was doing, so I just did what felt right and I did what I knew Carter would enjoy. I guess it was working.



CARTER




It was one of those moments where you keep trying to wake yourself up from that dream, because you know that it’s too good to be true. But as I saw my little brother on his knees with my cock in his hungry mouth, I knew it was indeed too good to be true, but somehow it was real. Aiden was, in every aspect, everything I wanted. And to see him sucking me like he wanted it too only made the situation hotter than it actually was. I swear that I was about to cum at any minute and I knew that I didn’t want to stop there.



As I pulled Aiden’s mouth off my cock, I knew that he didn’t want to let go. He even held onto my foreskin with his strong lips. He looked at me, “Was I doing something wrong?”



I rubbed my hands on his cheeks, “Dear God no, you’re…you’re great. I’m just not ready to cum yet.” As he took one final lick of my cock, I continued, “Let me taste you.”



He stood up and I leaned forward, entranced by his bulge piercing out of his shorts. I look up at him and gave him a smile, then pulled down his gym shorts. I leaned in, kissing his stomach and then finally licked along the base of his gorgeous cock. As my tongue explored, I could finally taste this specimen of man that I had waited so many years, and God did he taste so good. I looked up and saw Aiden biting his bottom lip, a sign that he enjoyed my movements. Taking him by surprise, I stuffed his dick in my mouth and took it as deep as I could. He let out a loud moan as I attempted to deep throat his meat.



He spoke, “Goddamn. A warning would have been nice!”



I choked up on his dick, “I just couldn’t help myself.”



And I really couldn’t. I was taking his dick as if it were the last time I was ever going to be with him. Every now and then I would look up and see him staring at me while running his fingers through my short hair. I still wasn’t able to take it all in; but boy was I determined to try. Aiden was four years younger than me but his cock was almost as big as mine.



After minutes of sucking, I stopped up and looked up at my brother who had his eyes closed. I stood up, kissing his torso in the process. Our lips found each other and we kissed, gripping our bodies against each other. I mentioned, “Wow. This is the first time we’ve been naked in front of each other since we were kids.”



He firmly gripped my ass cheek, “And boy have things changed since then.”



I kissed him, “Aiden. I really want to take this further. Are you willing to take this upstairs? With me?”



He kissed back and exclaimed, “Carter, I’ll go anywhere with you.”



AIDEN




I held Carter’s hand in mine as we walked up the stairs into my room. He sat back on my bed and I couldn’t get over the fact that this was actually happening. As Aiden got comfortable on my childhood bed, I followed, getting on top of him and kissing him. He grabbed my face and started to kiss around my neck before turning me over. I laughed as I was now trapped by him; vulnerable to his desires. He stopped his motions and looked at me straight in the eyes, “Aiden, please let me make love to you.”



I kissed him gently on the cheek, “I’m ready.”



A boyish grin was painted on his face as he moved down. He slowly lifted my legs up, exposing my ass for the world to see. I let go of my inhibitions, spreading my legs as far as they would go. Carter had propped me up so that I was basically doing a headstand. He looked down on me with his devious smile.



Kissing around my round ass, he explained, “I’m going to rim first, getting your ass ready for my cock. Just breathe and tell me if you want me to stop.”



I looked back, “I trust you big brother.”



Slowly, I could feel his tongue trace along my ass, not getting too deep just yet. I watched him as he buried his face in my ass and I could feel his tongue licking around my hole. I let out a soft moan from the feeling of being licked down there. His mouth was warm and I could feel his spit dripping inside me. He moved his tongue back and forth as if he were licking it clean. I felt every movement of his tongue and it tickled, causing my breathing to rise. I then saw him raise his hand, and in slow motion, lick his fingers so sexually. I knew what was next and grew anxious, having never stuck anything up there before.



Seeing my anxiety, he gave me a calming look and assured, “Aiden. I’m going to finger you for a little, just relax and open up for me.”



I nodded as he slowly inserted his well-lubed finger into my virgin hole. I let out a deep breath as I felt it inside me. When I nodded a second time, he inserted a second finger in and started to pull them in and out. Having taken it slow, I was getting used to the motions and had started to feel the pleasure of his fingers inside me. When Carter saw that my hole was opening up, he tried to reach over to his nightstand.



Knowing what he was reaching for, I grabbed his wrist and spoke, “No condoms.” He looked at me with a concerned look as I continued, “You’re my brother. I want you to fuck me like you’re supposed to. I want to feel you and just you.”



He gave a simple, “Okay” as he went back to my ass. He knelt and I saw him slowly cover his cock with his own spit. He stroked it, making sure every inch of it was well lubed. He then looked down at my ass, kissing it for the last time, then positioned himself next to it. I watched as he slowly started to insert his long dick into my tight ass. I let out deep breaths as I felt my ass being stuffed. At first I felt a stinging pain which then subsided as I relaxed and allowed him in. I could feel my anal walls pressing against his cock and I could feel every single ridge on his dick. Soon, he was all the way in and I looked up at him with a lustful grin on my face. He leaned in and kissed me, keeping his dick firmly in my ass.



I kissed him a last time and pleaded, “Carter, start slow.”



Then broke the kiss and leaned back, slowly pulling his dick out. Inch by inch, I could feel the same motions as when he was first inserting himself all over again. He stopped just before he pulled all the way out and pushed back in, this time a little faster. The spit inside my ass provided great friction between us as he cock slide in without resistance. I breathed harder, feeling him inside me and knowing that things were going to speed up real soon.



Carter looked over at me and while catching his breath, spoke, “Fuck Aiden. This just feels so amazing. It feels so right.”



I ran my fingers along the short and soft hair on his chest, “Carter…Please don’t stop. You can fuck me harder now.” Carter flashed a grin then started to thrust into me with more force. I could feel my breathing speed up as his thrusts did. My legs were over his shoulders, pointed towards the ceiling fan that was not keeping us cool. The warmth between my me and my brother was not going to tone down anytime soon.



I had reached that point where I couldn’t feel any pain. I was opening up to him as he fucked me harder and harder with every stroke. Carter had been in his own world; he was fucking me as if we’d been doing this for years. I took it all in, breathing heavily and holding onto the bed sheets as my brother railed into me.



My eyes rolled back as I exclaimed, “Yes! Fuck me harder, big brother!”



Without stopping his motions, Carter caressed my chest and responded, “Take it all in, little bro. You don’t know good this feels.”



I laughed back, “Oh, but I do.”



If my moans and exclamations weren’t signs that I was enjoying myself, then my fully hard cock was a dead giveaway. Strands of pre-cum gushed out of the tip of my cock as Carter was fucking me. I knew that I wouldn’t last that long. Carter was leaning into me, kissing my lips as I caressed his muscular back. As I ran my hands along my brother’s toned body, I knew that I was close. It was something I didn’t expect and couldn’t comprehend; Carter was fucking me so expertly that I could feel the cum rushing through me, just wanting release. I held him close, massaging his tongue with mine. I let out a load moan as I felt streams of cum blast out of my aching cock, hitting Carter’s hot body and dripping onto me. I breathed so hard that I felt like I was going to collapse. My ass clenched as I came, giving Carter a feeling that would only make him last a few more seconds. I could feel the warm pressed against my abs and sticking to Carters. I kissed him harder, knowing that he too was going to shoot. Merely seconds after my glorious cum shot, I felt Carter tense up. His breathing had increased so much that he was practically panting as he made his last thrusts into me.



He held me closer as he yelled out, “Aiden! I’m cumming!” And soon, pools of cum erupted inside of me, blasting all over my de-virginized hole. The feeling of warm cum inside of me was almost enough to make me want to cum again. Carter made his final thrusts inside me before pulling out and collapsing on top of me. We passionately kissed as he rolled to his side, looking at me. I swear that the way he looked at me just made me feel like I was perfect in every way. And I wanted him to know that he was perfect to me. I clenched my ass, trying to keep his cum inside me as long as I could.



He looked at me with loving eyes and spoke, “Aiden. I love you.”



I held him tight and reciprocated, “Carter, I love you too.”



He continued, “God, that was so amazing. It was just perfect: feeling you, being close to you, taking all of this to new heights…It makes all the years of waiting worth every second.”



I kissed his cheek and replied, “It was perfect and it will continue to be perfect. We can have this all the time now, just you and me. We can make up for all the time you’ve waited and I’ve ignored it. We’ll make this happen.”



He interrupted, “And no one will have to know. This will be something between us because this bond, what I feel, it’s between us. We’ll keep this to ourselves, brother to brother.”



I gazed at his deep blue eyes and repeated the words that made my heart swell, “Brother to brother.”

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All characters involved are eighteen years of age or older. This series will include sex between brothers. Do not continue reading if you do not approve of incestuous relationships. Again, this work is fiction.



CARTER




As I opened my eyes, I realized that Aiden and I must have fallen asleep in each other’s arms. He wrapped his arms around me trying to fully hold my wide frame as he laid his head on my chest. We had our legs in between each other with our soft dicks touching at the tip; it was the best sleep I had ever gotten. I moved down a bit, putting myself face to face with my sleeping brother. I kissed his closed lips as I ran my fingers through his soft hair. He was perfect to me.



Seeing his eyes open, I spoke, “Someone’s awake.”



He kissed my cheek, “How long have we been out?”



I kissed him back, “Only about two hours. I needed that nap.”



He laughed, “You’re telling me!”



I stared into his blue eyes then asked, “So what do you want to do now?”



He looked at me with a playful look, “Well…” He then ran his fingers along my torso, “I was thinking that you could fuck me again…If you’re not too tired.”



I gave him a devilish grin, “That’s the best idea you’ve ever had. And, Aiden, I’ll never be too tired for you. Do you want me to rim you first?”



Aiden bit his lower lip then playfully responded, “Nah. I still have your cum inside me, so we won’t need much lube.”



I kissed his cheek, “God, you’re such a dirty boy.”



He kissed back, “And I can’t wait to you have you inside me again. Now lie back and relax.”



I lied back and watched as he swung his legs around and straddled me. He taunted me for a bit, looking me in the eyes, knowing I was watching his every move. He then lifted himself up a bit, took my cock in one hand, and positioned it right below his cute little ass. Staring me down, he slowly lowered himself on it, moaning the whole way through. I watched as my brother sat down on my raging cock like an expert. I saw in his eyes that he wanted this badly and I couldn’t wait to give him everything he wanted.



When he finally got in all the way in, he exclaimed, “That’s the stuff. Fuck Carter, it hasn’t even been three hours since you fucked me and I find myself craving for more.”



I grabbed his hands and held them in mine, “You can have it anytime you want, little bro. But are you sure you’re not too sore?”



He laughed, “Sore? God no, I could take this all day!” He slowly lifted himself, up, trying not to go too far up. I eagerly watched his motions…Aiden was just a surprise after another. He looked me straight in the eye and slide all the way down pretty quick, letting out a loud moan in the process. I exhaled, feeling his still tight ass against me. I swear, it’s like he wanted me to cum right then and there.



Aiden then took be my surprise, he started to bounce up and down on my cock. I could see him lift himself up with this strong legs and let go, sliding down. He was riding my dick, feeling every inch of me inside of him, jerking himself off…He was in heaven and so was I. The way he touched himself told me that this was turning him on, that riding my dick was a height of his sexual persona. Every now and then, he would stop and just sit down, keeping my meat inside him, even trying to spread his cheeks apart to get it all in there. God, he wanted it so bad.



AIDEN




To just say that I wanted Carter’s cock inside me was an understatement. The truth is I craved it once he pulled out. I was even tempted to tell Carter to keep fucking me after he came, but I knew that we needed to rest. It’s insane how quickly I had changed; how much lust and passion I had developed for my brother in just a short amount of time. It all started with that kiss and from then on, I had pictured him in a way that was purely sinful but so right at the same time.



I looked down and saw his eyes staring back at me, piercing me in the deep blue shade that they were. I looked at him and examined him. Although we were always a few years apart, Carter always seemed to look older than me in every sense. He had those rugged good looks that captivated all the older girls and was now captivating me. I couldn’t help but continually moan as I slid down his cock, feeling him penetrate me and hit my sweet spot when I got all the way down. I swear that I could just sit on his dick for hours, just feeling him inside me. There was something about having it up there; it was like it belonged. I started to pant, growing tired from lifting myself up and down. Carter saw my fatigue and started to pump inside me, pushing his dick farther than I could. He stared right into my eyes the entire time, not looking away for a second, letting me know that he was watching my every move. I grabbed my aching dick and started to beat myself off, getting more and more aroused with every stroke. Knowing that I was at my peak, Carter pounded me with more force and soon I could feel his body tense up. His breathing increased, his cock tingled in my ass and suddenly my ass started to fill once more with his seed. He let out load moans as he relieved himself, trying to catch his breath and regain composure. The feeling of his warm cum was enough to get me going, and soon I blasted his chest with my warm cum. It was one of the best feelings ever. I lifted myself up a little, getting a few last thrusts in, before getting up and sitting on Carter. He took my hand that was drenched in my cum, brought it to his mouth and sucked my creamy load off of it. He displayed it on his tongue before swallowing it and licking his lips.



I asked, “How does it taste?”



He confidently answered, “Like nothing I’ve ever had.” We shared a laugh until he commented, “God, little bro. I can feel my cum dripping out your ass and onto me.”



I leaned in for a kiss and responded, “That’s all you bro”



Carter rubbed my chest and spoke, “Let’s go downstairs and eat something. I’m starving!”



I lied back and joked, “I don’t even know if I can walk after that!”



He quickly swooped my up with his hands and held me in his arms, “You won’t have to.”



There I was, in Carter’s strong arms as he carried me through the hallway and down the stairs. As we walked into the kitchen, he set me down on the counter and we stood there in a deep kiss for a few seconds. And there we were, in the kitchen and making lunch. Carter and I were there, cooking and talking about normal things. If it weren’t for the fact that we were stark naked, you couldn’t even tell that we had just done the deed. And part of me was glad that our relationship was more than just something physical. Here I was, talking to my brother like we had always done.



CARTER




I couldn’t believe how fast things were going. And as I turned around to see my brother chopping away at vegetables, I almost forgot that we had been so passionate before. It was as if one minute I’m Carter, Aiden’s older brother who looks after him, plays around with him and is his voice of reason. Then the next minute, I’m holding him so close and so passionate, making love to him and seeing our lives flash before our eyes. It was something that I wasn’t used to. We did, in three days, what some couples take weeks to do. And yet, I’m standing here with him.



As we sat at the table and ate lunch, he looked over at me, “So what are we going to do now?”



I confidently replied, “As much as I would love fool around in the bedroom some more…and I would love to do that…Why don’t we go to a movie?”



Aiden raised an eyebrow, “A movie? So you’re basically asking me out on a date.”



I responded, “That I am.”



Aiden teased, “And here I thought my older brother had a little more game than a movie. Now don’t tell me all of your dates fall for the old ‘movie’ trick.”



I shook my head, “What can I say? It works every time.”



Aiden lifted his shoulders, “Considering we’ve done just about everything, I’d say there’s not much left to accomplish.”



I gave him a devilish grin, “You’ll see, little brother. Now finish up, we both could use a nice shower.”

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The wrap party was at one of those posh downtown “event spaces”, the sort of place I would never go. I’m not sure what their concept was, but with leather couches, ornate miniature fountains and mirrors all over the walls it looked like a picture of The Continental Baths.



“What is this, a gay bar?” I jokingly asked my friend Marie.



“No, but I guess you could call it ‘queer-friendly’,” she said.



“Well, not a surprise in the theatre world,” I joked.



“Oh, don’t be so stereotypical,” she told me. “Anyway, there’ll be lots of hot women here. Straight ones, even.”



Marie had invited me to come along with her, even though her art scene isn’t really my thing. She could network, she had said, and I could enjoy the open bar… and maybe score with some art chicks. It had been a long dry spell, and Marie knew I was on the prowl.



Not long after we walked in, she introduced me to a few people who were standing off to one side. As they launched into shop talk and gossip about people I didn’t know, I made my excuses and headed off looking for a drink. I found the bar, and chatted with the bartender, a pretty brunette who was skinny but had really nice tits. She joked as she opened my beer that I was pretty much the only person here not drinking wine, and I smiled at her as I walked away, thinking maybe I’d have to go back and chat with her some more.



And then I wandered around. There wasn’t anyone else there I knew, and I’m not the most extroverted type, so after a lap around the room, I was wondering who I was going to talk to. There was a TV off in one corner with the sound off, showing the ball game, so I stood in front of it to watch for a minute.



“They’re never gonna do anything this year… no pitching,” I heard a voice behind me say.



As I half-turned, a guy stepped beside me. He also looked a little out of place here – thick-bodied and muscled, but working muscles, not gym muscles. Like me, he was drinking a beer.



“They have a bullpen,” I said, “but they got to pitch about five innings every game.”



We bantered a bit more about the local team before introducing ourselves. It turned out that Larry was a set-builder and carpenter, which was kinda interesting, so I ended up asking him a bunch of questions about how that worked. He seemed willing to talk about it, so we were chatting for a while. I even went to get us more beers, smiling again at the pretty bartender – who smiled back a really sexy smile at me as I tipped her.



We were sitting on a leather couch by the TV now, talking about baseball and, after he picked up on a random reference I made, about Doctor Who. Pretty soon we were getting near the end of our beers again when Larry made a joke about the odds of “getting lucky” at an event like this.



I was thinking about the bartender, and I blurted out, “maybe I’ll get lucky tonight.”



Larry leaned forward to set his beer on the table in front of us, and as he leaned back, his hand brushed against the inside of my knee. “You can get lucky if you want,” he said.



Wait, I wondered to myself. Is he coming on to me?



“Larry,” I said. “Are you coming on to me?”



“Fuck yeah,” he said, his hand again touching my leg. “I’m horny as hell and ready to go right now.”



I was taken aback, but more amused than offended. “Shit,” I said, with a bit of a laugh, “I didn’t mean to lead you on or anything. I mean, I don’t really swing that way.”



Larry looked at me. “What, you’re a top?”



“No! I mean I’m, ah… y’know… straight.”



Larry looked a little surprised. “Sorry dude, I guess I read you wrong. I thought you were flirting with me when you were asking all those questions about set building. And well… I mean, you know the guys you meet at theatre parties and all that…”



I laughed. “My friend Marie says that’s stereotyping.” I looked across the room. “Actually, maybe I should go find her… I abandoned her to some producer types.”



I stood up and grabbed my near-empty beer. “I’ll catchya,” I half-muttered as I headed away.



It took me a few minutes to find her on the other side of the room, which was now getting pretty crowded. A younger, more glamorous wave of guests had arrived. Actors and their friends, I guessed. They looked like the sort of people who went to dance clubs and did lines of coke and drank vodka-and-waters to stay skinny. They were all very sexy – and Christ was I getting horny – but they just didn’t seem like my type.



I found Marie talking to a couple different men, younger guys in expensive suits. I sidled up and tried to slip into their conversation, but very quickly, Marie was flashing me get-away looks. I could tell they had changed topics when I came up, and now it felt sort of tense. Must be business, I thought to myself, realizing I had to get out of there.



“I gotta go get another drink,” I said, and quickly made my exit. I was several steps away when I half-looked back and saw one of the men putting his arm around Marie. Oh, maybe it’s something other than business. She’d been in a long dry spell, too.



“Ah, good for her,” I muttered to myself as I waited in line at the bar. Through luck – and, admittedly, sort of elbowing my way in front of a guy – I ended up with the pretty brunette bartender serving me again. She gave me a smile of recognition as she opened my beer. An image of those lips wrapped around my cock flashed through my mind.



Well… what the hell! “So, are you up to anything after you finish here tonight?” I asked as I tipped her again, half wincing at using such an obvious line.



“Yeah, I’m going over to my girlfriend’s place,” she said, with a smile that was a bit more forced now.



“Oh, well… cheers,” I said, crushed and mortified as I made my way away from her.



Fuck! I really need to get laid. But the stronger that rose up in me, the more alienating the party felt. All the glamorous people looked like they expected me to take their empty glasses from them rather than chat. I was feeling grumpy and out-of-place as I found myself back around the room by the television and couch. I looked over the back of the broad shoulders still sitting there. He is pretty well put together



I sat down beside Larry, who was still watching the game.



“Sorry I bailed on you there, it wasn’t…”



“Nah, no biggie, dude.”



“Anyway, I’m so horny right now – you have no idea. And I’m not picking up anyone in this crowd.”



He smiled and put his hand on my knee again.



“All right, so I’m a little curious. What are you looking to do?”



He looked me over. “Yeah, I figured you’d be back. I could tell just looking at you that you’ve taken it up the ass before, even if you are… y’know… straight.”



I pointedly didn’t contradict him. How did he know?



His hand squeezed his crotch. Then he grabbed my hand and set it there. “I’m gonna give this to you.” He put a finger on my lips. “I’m gonna give you the dirty dick.”



I swallowed. Then I stuck my tongue out and licked his fingertip.



We both stood up, and without saying anything, made our way across the room. I vaguely thought about saying good-bye to Marie, but I didn’t stop as I fell into step behind Larry. We left the party and got onto an elevator to head down to the parking lot’s lower level.



Without talking, we went to his pickup, which was in the far corner, where there weren’t any other cars around. I was expecting Larry to unlock the door and get in, so I was surprised when he walked over and lowered the tailgate instead.



He looked around, and then looked at me. “All right. Take ‘em off.”



“Wait… you mean… you wanna fuck me here?”



“Sure, this is good. I don’t think anyone’s going to come by here. But admit it: it’s a little exciting that they might.” He unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. “I know you wanna get your mouth on this, so get your clothes off and come get on it.”



The sight of it did send a ripple through my belly, as did the thought of sucking this near-stranger off in a semi-public place. Oh, what the fuck! Go for it!



So I undressed in front of him. I pulled off my sweater and set it in the box, just inside the tailgate. Unbuttoned my shirt, and set it on top. I had to bend down to untie my shoes and grab my socks, and I set those beside the sweater. And then pants and boxers. Now I was naked, and it was somewhat gratifying, based on his hard-on, to see that he found the situation exciting. I took a step toward him, looking down at the oil-stained concrete I was walking on.



“Ugh, this makes me feel a little dirty.”



As I reached him, he put a hand on my shoulder, and I dropped to my knees. “Don’t worry. I’m going to make you feel very dirty.”



I brushed away a pebble from under my knee and then wrapped my hand around his cock.



“It’s been awhile,” I said. “I hope I remember how to ride one of these things.”



“They say you never forget.”



It had been a while. But his cock felt very warm and alive and right. Larry was circumsized, and his tool was thick across if not unusually long. His odor was very powerful, manly and sweaty. Half-forgotten sensations – ones that had only emerged lately when I was jerking off – rose up in me, and I was very turned on.



I squeezed his cock and saw a tiny drop of pre-come ooze out. I leaned forward and licked it, surprised as ever at its almost-no-taste, and then moved my lips over his cockhead.



“Yeah, that’s right… polish my cock off. Get it ready for your ass.” Larry kept muttering more like that, but I hardly heard him as I slipped my lips down his shaft as far as I could go, taking about three-quarters of his cock in my mouth. I started to bob up and down, loving that sensation of feeling flesh on flesh, his cock against my tongue and cheeks.



If he hadn’t have stopped me, I would probably have kept going until I could have tasted his come. But he moved back and gestured for me to stand up.



“Turn around,” he said. I was facing the back of the pickup truck now. His palm between my shoulders made it clear that he wanted me to bend over. He kept pushing until my elbows were resting against the dusty floor of the truck’s box. I tried to arch my back a little and stick my ass out for him.



“Stay just like that,” he said, and I half-sensed him moving away from me. He went around to the passenger door and unlocked it. It sounded like he was fumbling around in the glove compartment. I guess that’s where he keeps his condoms and lube and everything. He walked back around, and as I sensed him behind me I heard a liquid-y gurgle. There was a clink beside me as he set something down inside the tailgate on the other side of my head.



“You take a swig, too,” he said, and I turned to see the bottle of Jim Beam he’d set there. I reached over and grabbed it, tilting the opening towards me, getting a couple swallows and spilling some on my chin. I set it back down and Larry grabbed it and set it somewhere out of my sight.



As I felt the kick of it in my belly, I also felt Larry’s hands groping my ass. As tendrils of warmth circulated through me, my mind drifted for a moment, back to college – when my buddy Scott told me that he wasn’t entirely straight… and I soon found out that I wasn’t either. My mind flashed back to all the things he had taught me: from the pleasures of prostate play to the clinical practicality of the disposable anal douche. That snapped my mind back to the present: hey, what’s Larry going to use to clean me out down there?



Just as I thought that, I heard him hawk and spit, and a spray of dampness at the crack of my asscheeks. His thumb rubbed the saliva over my asshole, and then suddenly plunged into me. I stiffened momentarily, and then relaxed. As Larry applied an insistent pressure, his spit let the thumb slide in. While part of my mind enjoyed the sensation, I was also a little embarrassed. Was I supposed to mention something? Did he think I showed up to parties like this after my evening enema?



Quickly, his thumb was pressed in all the way and wiggling around inside me, his fingers gripping the flesh of my asscheek. Just as I was starting to really enjoy it, I felt the thumb withdraw. Moments later, it was rubbing along my hip, and I could feel him spreading a slickness there.



Oh… uh, I think that’s my…



I was still sorting that out when I heard Larry spit again, and seconds later, there was something slick rubbing against my asshole. I realized it wasn’t a finger as the head of his cock popped inside me. Without a pause, he was insistently pushing his shaft in.



I forgot how easy, how natural this was. It felt wonderful to have him inside me. All of a sudden, I wanted this so badly. But wait, there was something missing. I tried to divert my attention from the pleasure to think for a second.



“Hey Larry,” I said, trying to twist my head around to look at him. “Did you put a condom on?”



He reached toward me, his hand gripping the back of my head and turning it back away from him. I felt his cock pulling out of me and then slowly sliding back in.



“Ain’t got,” he said, slowly withdrawing and pushing forward once more. “What – you wanna stop now?”



It felt so incredible – there was no way I wanted it to stop. I exhaled. “No, no… fuck! I want your cock so bad!”



“All right,” he said, “show me. Get that ass moving and ride my cock.”



With a moan, I began moving my hips back and forth, pushing back onto his cock and pulling forward. Larry stood still and let me do the work. Even if it felt a bit like his cock was stuck in a pot of glue, he fit in me so perfectly! My hands grabbed onto the edge of the lowered tailgate to give me more purchase as I ground back onto him a little more quickly now. I absently noted that I was drooling, but otherwise, I shut my eyes and just concentrated on moving my hips.



I kept going for a while. I guess he’ll let me know when to stop, I thought. I could feel the work in my thighs now, and that distracted me a little from the emanating bursts of pleasure in my belly. When I heard a car driving off in the distance, I was confused for a moment, and there was more excitement rising in me when I remembered that I was essentially getting fucked in a place where anyone could drive past.



That must have excited Larry, too, as he finally began responding to my moving hips with his own thrusts. Without much lubrication, it wasn’t smooth sliding, and as he started fucking me with more intensity, I had to stop my own movements and just concentrate on holding on. He was churning my insides, heaving in and out of me, and it felt like both of us were breathing in gasps now.



Once again, I felt his palm on the back of my head, now pushing my face against the cool metal below. With another thrust, he pushed my whole body forward, and I had to let go of the back of the tailgate. Almost on my tiptoes, I was looking for purchase as he kept thrusting into me, and my arms were soon pushed out, braced against the wheel-wells.



All I could do was try and hold myself in place as he rammed into me. I could tell this wasn’t at all comfortable, especially for the front of my thighs that were now being driven into the back of the lowered tailgate with each thrust – but it was also amazingly pleasurable, as intense a feeling as I could ever remember experiencing getting fucked.



Part of my mind was also thinking about his cock inside me. The only man who had fucked me bareback had been Scott – everyone else I had flings with after him had always been short term or near-anonymous things, and I’d always insisted on them wearing condoms. Now, I was wondering if the added intensity was just my imagination: it seemed like I could feel the rim of his head and the veins in his shaft as he fucked me. As he fucked me… as it felt so amazingly good…



And then it suddenly stopped, and I realized Larry had pulled out of me.



“All right, bitch,” he said, grabbing an arm and pulling me back. “Get on your knees.”



I was so busy trying to keep my balance as he pulled me to my feet that I wasn’t thinking about what was coming up. Grabbing the tailgate for support, I managed to lower myself to my knees as Larry stepped in front of me.



Suddenly I could see the result of getting fucked without having cleaned out my ass first: his cock, standing tall and erect, was covered with a smeared brown layer.



He moved another step closer, so his cock was in my face – and I could smell it now.



“Time for you to lick it clean,” he said, looking down at me.



I felt a heave in my stomach. “Wait! Wha… I mean, I can’t! How could anyone…”



“I said I was going to give you the dirty dick,” he said.



“I thought that was a figure of speech!”



“It’s a figure of my cock. Now lick it clean.”



It’s true, I thought to myself. That’s exactly what he said he was going to do. And I didn’t think he meant… I should have been grossed out – yet somehow I was incredibly turned on.



My mind whirled for a moment. Somewhere in the distance I heard a car door slam, and an engine turning over. I looked up at the face that was still glaring down at me. I realized I wanted to be dirty for him. As dirty as I could be.



I leaned in. My tongue darted out, and ran over the head of his cock.



The taste was strong, and very bitter – but not disgusting. I swallowed, and the taste lingered in my mouth. I licked around the rim of his cockhead. Working on that one spot, the brown scum was sticking to his skin, even after my tongue had swabbed over it. I had to lick back and forth again a couple times to clear the bulk of the smear away.



I put the head in my mouth, and let my tongue run over it. I swallowed, and began working my mouth down his shaft. As I began giving him a blowjob, something like a thought-bomb burst in my mind: I am licking… my own shit… off his dick! I’m licking my shit! I’m tasting shit!



This was dirty. I almost gagged as he tried to push more of his cock down my throat, and I had to pull back. But I kept sucking on him.



After a minute, I pulled off, and moved down to lick his balls, which were clean, except for his own powerful sweat-smell. Then I moved up toward the base of his cock, which I couldn’t reach when I was blowing him. Near his stomach on the root of his cock there was a thick brown blob, bigger than a quarter, that had obviously been pushed back along his shaft as he was fucking me.



I moved my mouth over it, and with one slow lap of my tongue, I pried it off and flipped it in my mouth. I swallowed as I finished licking all around the base of his cock. As I moved back to start sucking on him again, I realized with a strong glow of satisfaction that his cock was completely clean. I went down on him.



Larry made a strange half-grunting sound. After a few seconds, he spoke. “Okay, whoa, whoa! I’m not ready to come yet. Fuck! You have no idea how much that turns me on.”



He took a step back. “Sit up on the edge of the tailgate there.”



The aftertaste was still strong in my mouth as I pulled myself up to my feet and lifted myself up so I was sitting on the tailgate, legs dangling over the edge. Larry looked at me, and then looked down at his cock.



“I think maybe you were protesting a little too much when I told you to clean it off. Are you trying to tell me you’ve never sucked the dirty dick before?”



“No!”



“Well, you truly could have fooled me. I guess you’re just a naturally dirty slut.”



I didn’t have anything to say to that, though I felt a strong sense of satisfaction that I had done it, that I had been dirty for him..

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