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My Roommates

In America it s sometimes difficult to find a suitable roommate. I had to stay with a Chinese (called Chinky hereafter) and a real big muscled Black guy (Blackie hereafter). As far as my routine goes it is really grueling. I go out of home around 8 in the morning and come back 9 at night. After the whole day s exhaustion I feel pretty much sleepy and hit my bed after a quick jerk-off session. I did not know what s going on between my roommates. I have my own room but they do share a room.



But one day I came to know what they are up to. I came back early from work and did not see either of my roommates at home. I straight went to my room and crashed. When I woke up it was 7 PM and almost dark outside. A strange noise seemed to fill my ears -- some moaning sound. I did not really understand in the sleepy state what s going on. I went to drink water in the kitchen and was completely taken aback. Blackie was fucking Chinky on the kitchen table. To muffle the groans of Chinky Blackie was kissing Chinky hard. Wow! That s what I thought to myself. They even did not notice me. I silently crept back to my room. It takes time to really digest such a scene. But surely I was turned on. Stealthily again I went to watch the show. Indeed it was a good show --big black muscle going up and down in a smooth and white ass. Chinky was in ecstatic mood. He was literally groaning. I later learned that he groaned from pleasure. Blackie was just pounding the ass as if a piston going up and down. As soon as Blackie nibbled on the slightly juicy nipples of Chinky he erupted between them. And almost at the same time Blackie yelled fuck and thrusted deeper in Chinky. After they were done with the post-orgasmic bliss they kissed each other. Then I thought time for me to interrupt. I entered the kitchen as if oblivious of what happened before.



What the fuck is going on in here? I almost yelled out.



Chinky and Blackie was completely struck and Chinky tried to flee to their room. But Blackie was bold. He caught Chinky by his butts and embraced him.



We are a couple. he just stated as a matter of fact.



From when?



Sometime back.



The show was good.



You wanna see more?



I don t mind.



Ok. Tonight you are going to get a live show.



Can t wait for night. It will be great I guess.



Chinky was little embarrassed but Blackie convinced him. We got ready.



Blackie and Chinky both had clothes on them. Blackie simply had shorts on him. But Chinky had a shirt too. Now Chinky is really smooth. He has no indication of hair on his body except on his head. Later I knew he was shaved at the crotch as well as armpit. And that s what Blackie likes. On the other hand Blackie was heavily muscled and tall (must be about 6 4 ). Chinky was only 5 6 . The contrast of their skin color was really too erotic.



Blackie started kissing Chinky. He took the pink lips of Chinky in his mouth and started sucking. Slowly both were getting tents in their shorts. Blackie s hands were roaming all over Chinky s covered body. Chinky was softly moaning while Blackie cuddled him. Surely Chinky was enjoying what was been done to him. Slowly Blackie slid his hands inside the shirt of Chinky. I could see he was squeezing the boobs of Chinky. Blackie unbuttoned Chinky s shirt but did not totally removed it. But it was enough to let me see the smooth chest of Chinky with nipples sticking out. As soon as Blackie started sucking on the nipples Chinky started moaning uncontrollably. I thought our neighbors must be hearing. But we did not care. As Blackie sucked on one nipple he was squeezing hard the other one with his free hand. I later knew it was too much for Chinky too bear. Slowly Blackie descended downwards to the pubes of Chinky. A shaved and smooth crotch was unveiled. Blackie licked and lapped the area while Chinky moaned uncontrollably and writhed under Blackie. But Blackie was just holding him in his place. Now Blackie engulfed Chinky s dick. He was deepthroating Chinky. Chinky s moans are now really loud -- almost groans with he writhing. After few minutes he erupted in Blackie s mouth. His hips bucked up. Just before he came Blackie lubed up the middle finger of his right hand and stuck inside the asshole of Chinky. Chinky came with a force. But Blackie gulped all the cum and gave Chinky some time to recuperate.



After Chinky came back to earth it s time for him to give Blackie a blowjob. Chinky pulled down the shorts of Blackie. I gasped at the fully engorged size of his dick. It must be at least 12 . I just thought how Chinky can take it up his tight little hole? Anyway Blackie lied down on bed with his dick sticking up like a pole. Chinky started sucking the dick with much more passion. He must be a born-cocksucker. First he licked the whole cock from the base to the tip. It was a cut cock with big mushroom head. Chinky slurped on the dick-head as if it s a pop-sickle. He was enjoying the sucking just as much as Blackie. Blackie closed his eyes and placed his hands on the two sides of Chinky s head. I was amazed to see that Chinky was finally able to take fully that 12 inch black monster dick in his mouth. Blackie was now in ecstasy. He was cooing soft words of encouragement to Chinky whose head is just bobbing up and down of the black big dick. After a few minutes Blackie tensed and shot cum down the throat of Chinky. It must be a huge load because some dripped out of Chinky s mouth.



Now it s the time for some good fucking. Blackie started frenching Chinky again. Soon both were again hard as rock. But Chinky had a really small dick. It will measure barely to 4 . Blackie pushed Chinky s legs up in the air to his chest. The luscious pink hole of Chinky winked at me invitingly. Blackie knows how to make full use of his bitch. Blackie slapped the smooth butt cheeks making them red. Chinky was groaning. He kissed the butt cheeks and squeezed them hard. Chinky threw his head back. Blackie was flickering his tongue on Chinky s pink and sweet hole. That was enough for Chinky. He again started writhing but could not move much as Blackie was holing him in place. The way Blackie was munching and chewing the sweet and smooth hole of Chinky as if his life depended on it. After he thought the hole is made wet properly he reaches for his cock. He did not put a condom but decided to go bareback. Also he did not put any lube except for spit of Chinky who sucked the cock real wet. Slowly Blackie started pushing his big cock inside Chinky. A slight expression of pain appeared on Chinky s face. Blackie gave Chinkie some time to adjust to the feeling. Then he started giving long and deep strokes. Chinky was in a spread-eagle position with his legs up the shoulder of Blackie. I can clearly see the big black muscle just going in and coming out of that sweet little pink asshole of Chinky. After sometime of intense fucking they changed postion. They assumed the doggy style. Chinky was pounded from behind by Blackie. The whole scene had made me too horny. I had a raging hard-on straining in my jeans.



Why don t you let Chinky suck on your cock?



Really? Will the bitch do it?



Yep. Go ahead.



I got naked and placed my 8 dick in Chinky s mouth. A soft and warm mouth it was. I was in heaven. The bitch knew how to suck a cock. He loved every moment of it. He is such a slut. Now for Chinky it s a double pleasure. With one dick in his mouth and another monster dick pounding his ass it was too much for him. Both me and Blackie was moaning while Blackie was also cooing soft words to his bitch telling him how sweet and tight his ass is. I knew I would not be able to hold for long with the masterful bitch tongue lapping on my cock. Soon I sensed my climax building up. I warned Blackie.



Will your bitch drink my cum?



He likes it. Give it to him.



As you please.



Soon I found my orgasm building up deep in my loins. I screamed out that I was cumming. Chinky increased the pressure on my dick and started deep throating it. Blackie increased his speed of pounding and he was near to cum too. We both cum simultaneously in two holes of the bitch-slut. After we are done I saw Chinky had cum too. Later I knew that for Chinky one dick in mouth and another fucking his ass and torturing his prostrate was too much to bear and he cummed as soon as my cum hit his throat. Anyway it was a real good orgasm that I had after a long time.



After the day they never bothered to close the door while they fucked. Though I never joined them again but did watch a few more time and came really hard.

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Rest Area Can Be a Man Sex Bonanza

This is a true story of one of my sexual adventures. I hope it heats up your day as it has mine just writing it and remembering that days man to man pleasures.



I often travel up I25 to do business in Albuquerque. Its a lonely desert interstate with little in the way of civilization. There are 3 rest areas with bathroom facilities between Las Cruces & ALB. I usually stop at each one to pee and I m always looking for a contact.



One evening shortly before dark I came upon the middle rest area. I was feeling very horny and was playing with my cock as I drove thinking about sucking a nice cock. When I pulled in I saw only one other car and I could see that only one man was in it. As I got out I rubbed my crotch looking at the stranger and started going in the direction of the bathroom. His car door came immediately open and out he came rubbing his cock and smiling. He was an average size guy late 50 s or early 60 s. His demeanor let me know immediately that he was a player.



He began walking towards one of the picnic canopies and signaled me to follow. The canopy was blocked off to the road with a brick wall and had only a small porthole window. Made for playing and easy to see others pull in fairly safe for two dick hungry guys to meet and explore our cocklust.



As we met we both reached for the others cock feeling throbbing meat. I felt a hard delicious piece of man meat bursting to get out. Almost at the same time we asked each other what we liked to do and we both answered suck and be sucked. Each of us expressing a burning hunger for man meat. The passion that enveloped us was equally powerful and the electric sensations that our cock lust revealed was overwhelming. It was so exciting that we passionately kissed openly exchanging our tongues and rubbing our cocks together. The feeling of his shaft rubbing mine was incredible and only added to my already lustful state of mind.



He went to his knees mauling my cock through My shorts. I quickly pulled them down so that he could get to my cock. He hungrily chowed down on my shaft sending rivers of pleasure up my spine. He sucked me a few minutes and then I told him I wanted his cock too. Knowing well the hunger I felt to taste his swollen manhood he unbuckled and dropped his pants and underwear. I got down on my knees passionately swallowing him whole. Damn did he taste good. I proceeded to lick his beautiful 7 swollen shaft swirling my tongue over the crown and helmet rim then I swallowed as much as I could reveling in the incredible masculine taste of his engorged manhood. This man was exactly what I was looking for when I stopped. A fantacy cum true.



He pulled me up and kissed me again our exposed cocks rubbing as our passionate embrace sent pleasure spikes over my entire body. I knew I wanted all of this man. A quick roadside blow was not enough. He told me that he would love to get me naked. My thoughts exactly as I wanted to make passionate love to his entire nakedness. I told him lets do it. There was a town about 20 miles up the road with motels. he said that he would get him a room for the night. We zipped up our pants and drove towards our destination.



It was hard not to jack off I was so fucking hot. I was so hot as the taste of dick meat and sweet precum was still fresh in my mouth. Only a true cocksucker who loves the tastes and feel of a mans cock can relate to the desires flooding my mind.



After what seemed forever we arrived and he got the room. I came in after a few minutes and was greeted with a hungry kiss. We both immediately stripped off our clothes and embraced rubbing our nakedness and running our hands over each others bodies. The heat in that room was intense 2 men both full of cock lust with time and a place to pleasure and give pleasure to each other. What better a scenario than that. We decided to take a shower together to clean our bodies. There was plenty of room for two so we soaped up each others bodies paying special attention to each others cock balls and ass. The warm water only added to our gay lust. I washed his cock and he washed mine. Passionately we kissed as we enjoyed eachothers shafts. Both of our cocks were stiff and aching for what we both knew would happen.



He had an average 7 cock of average girth with a slightly oversized mushroom shaped head. Absolutely perfect for sucking. His beautiful cock curved slightly upward and his lust was revealed in its hard as rock erection. He was perfect and I hoped I d found a regular lover to meet in ALB or even EL Paso he turned out to be from Mississippi though so the best we could do was one fabulous one night stand.



We lay on the bed in a 69 position and began licking and sucking each others cocks. Finally we had achieved our desired position. Our equally mutual love for eachothers cock inspired both of us to new heights of man lust. He moaned as he serviced my shaft commenting on how deliciously hard I was. I knew he was as into my dick as I was into his. I got under his balls and kissed them gently as I worked his cock with my hand. His balls were sensitive and I carefully sucked both balls one at a time as he moaned his approval. Next I was kissing his freshly washed asshole licking and probing his man pussy and taking in the masculine smells that make man to man sex so intoxicating. Our hunger being so great and our passion for each others cock so intense we both realized that if we didn t slow down it would be over too soon. Both wanting this to go on longer we turned embraced and kissed passionately.



Rubbing our naked bodies feeling smelling tasting each others maleness we found ourselves panting and groaning our mutual pleasure. Then we took turns sucking each others cock. balls and ass as each of us reveled in the pleasure of servicing the other. As we took turns the one being sucked talked about how good it felt how good a cocksucker we were and how much we wanted to fill one anothers mouths with cum.



Finally when we could wait no longer we got into a 69 position and both got down to some serious cock sucking. His mouth felt like velvet as he kissed and coddled my manhood. Making love to eachothers cocks as only men can. I only wanted to finish him off with one of his best orgasms ever. His cock was so good that I wanted to suck him forever but alas as all good things must end. Finally as if on cue he rewarded my efforts with a hot load of man milk that I greedily sucked out of his shaft. Two then three eruptions of cum filled my mouth and I happily swallowed every drop swishing it in my mouth I continued to suck his shrinking love tool. Within seconds of his first ejaculation he took my cum as well hungrily swallowing my full load. My orgasm left me shaking with pleasure. We continued to tenderly nurse each others shaft until they softened and then we came together passionately kissing to end a perfect man sex encounter.



After realizing that we were to far away from each other to continue I went to Albuquerque because I had an early morning meeting. When I got there I went to my favorite glory hole sight and sucked off one more glorious 8 cock that filled my hungry mouth to satisfy my lust for more though I waited a little longer no more came my way.



I finished the night jacking off in my bed remembering the two delicious dicks I d just enjoyed.

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Hephaestus s Revenge

He stood on high on top of mighty Olympus staring through the portal at the mortal world below. The ache in his legs the constant reminder of how never to stand between two fighting gods. The passion they evoked with a single argument his father flinging him to where he landed broken and bleeding and a throw from Olympus to Antarctica a true testament to how highly fueled his father s passion flared was a constant reminder that his own wife felt nothing for him. Curling his fist in disgust squeezing pebbles into diamonds with his fury he felt contempt for the goddess his parents mated him to.



She was below in the mortal world cavorting with the peons of earth. Her moans and calls of passion carried in the wind to fill his ears. His mind hated her with every ounce of his being. But his heart his heart betrayed him reduced him to a begging pathetic mass who had to pay for her every attention. With jewels and precious metals he paid for her favor every second of his passion spent with her paid for with the fruit of his labors. He probably shouldn t have cared but the disgust in her eyes as he entered her nearly chilled his passion.



For thousands of years the play had gone on until now. Her latest lover a mere man of no great power no great strength of character as common as a human could be. But she underestimated him. It had taken time but he had found his revenge. Turning from the portal Hephaestus hobbled to his shop helped by his faithful golems. Picking up the pile of gold and precious stones he d fashioned at his wife s request he willed himself below to the shores of an island in the Pacific. Using his powers he covered his deformity and appeared in the surf.



Rising from the water Hephaestus strode from the waves. The tight emerald green trunks molded to his body cupping his sex. Overly full from centuries of pent-up lust he made a noticeable and striking figure crossing the surf onto the sand. Broad-chested muscular and hulking he drew the eyes of all those sunning themselves. But he had eyes only for one the one he d searched for.



Eric sat on the beach his toes warmed in the hot sand and lost himself in the sight of the hulking man striding towards him. This god this divine specimen of manhood actually smiled as he reached him. Eric grew breathless as he knelt by his side this beautiful man. Almost unbelievably muscular the man s shoulders broader than he d ever seen. The deep valleys of sinew on his chest darkly forested in crinkly black hair drew Eric s eyes causing him to swallow nearly more audibly than the pounding surf.



The god lowered on his haunches the sun kissing his skin. He shut his eyes and dark long lashes fanned across his cheeks. When he opened his eyes the smile ratcheted up causing dimples to appear in his darkly tanned cheeks. Who are you?



The voice was deep resonant and nearly booming. Eric swallowed back his lust and stammered his reply. E... Eric.



The god chuckled and stuck out his hand. Pleased to meet you Eric. I m Hephaestus.



Eric took his hand expecting a shake but instead Hephaestus didn t let go. He stood and Eric had no choice but to follow. Hephaestus? Is that Greek?



Hephaestus laughed low and long. Very ancient Greek in fact.



Eric didn t even try to loosen Hephaestus s hand. He merely asked Where are you taking me?



Hephaestus continued to lead him along the beach between a couple of palms. He turned and brushed aside some foliage revealing a cabin with open floor to ceiling windows gauzy curtains fluttered in the breeze. To paradise Eric. I m going to take us both to paradise.



Eric swallowed and mutely followed as Hephaestus led him inside the cabin. The room starkly white sported a very large bed covered in soft looking linens. Hephaestus turned and brushed a hand along Eric s cheek. Eric looked away a slight blush darkening his cheeks. As Hephaestus took the hem of Eric s shirt in his hand Eric placed his hands on Hephaestus s wrists dismayed at how his fingers couldn t surround half of them. Why stop me Eric?



I don t know you.



Hephaestus chuckled low and long brushing a hand through Eric s golden hair. So like his wife so beautiful. The old pain nearly surfaced before Hephaestus was able to tamp it away. You don t need to know me. I want to give you pleasure.



As Hephaestus lowered to his lips Eric let out the nervous breath he was holding. Their lips met gently brushing back and forth. The nerves in Eric s stomach were instantly replaced with anticipation with need. His shirt quickly landed on the floor as did his shorts. Eric felt small and insignificant in front of Hephaestus s strength power and manly ruggedness.



Hephaestus lowered to nibble at Eric s neck inhaling a familiar scent one he d savored for hundreds of thousands of years. He felt Eric s hands on the waistband of his trunks pulling and tugging. Hephaestus chuckled as the boy pulled the trunks away to pool at his ankles. The erection he d had for at least three centuries stood tall and proud brushing Eric s belly. He felt Eric gasp as Hephaestus involuntarily pushed his hips closer dragging the wet tip of his cock along the flat planes of Eric s belly.



Taking Eric by the shoulders Hephaestus easily picked him up turning towards the bed dropping his whole weight against the young man. Eric let out a whoosh of air then moaned as he drew air into his lungs. You re so beautiful Hephaestus. So warm. So everything.



Hephaestus shut his eyes. If only she said any of these things just once. Taking his lips Hephaestus shut Eric s words as he continued his seduction. Kissing along the boy s chest his neck his belly he thrilled at the chills he raised on Eric s flesh. So responsive so sensual Eric s body writhed underneath his hands. But then again his body would considering his ancestry. Shutting the thought from his mind Hephaestus continued to taste to explore and to open the boy beneath him. You taste like sin Eric. You drive me mad. I must have you.



Eric could merely pant as he looked at Hephaestus with lust filled crystal blue eyes. He merely nodded as Hephaestus took the boys rigid cock between his lips tasting of his essence of his sexual nature. Flicking his tongue against the warm flesh he let the boy s essence the rich nectar of Eric s lust coat his tongue. Wringing crying nearly sobbing moans from Eric Hephaestus quickly brought him to the brink the boy s fists clutching Hephaestus s hair in nearly painful handfuls. Hephaestus pulled away at the last moment keeping Eric on edge. Staring down along the length of the golden skin the light dusting of pure golden body hair the eyes so like...



Shutting away the thoughts Hephaestus raised Eric s hips in his huge hands lowering his face to sniff deeply of Eric s sweaty musk and felt his cock grow harder dripping with desire. A quick swipe of his tongue had Eric writhe out of his grasp to roll onto his belly. Hephaestus obliged Eric s need and pressed against Eric letting his weight along the length of his back pressing his rock hard passion against Eric s body pushing pleading breaching. Sinking deep into the volcanic heat of a lustful body Hephaestus shuddered as his body reached the hilt.



Eric shuddered as Hephaestus groaned. Their bodies strained demanding motion surcease. Denying animalistic instincts Hephaestus stayed his body feeling Eric quiver around his proud aching flesh. The tiny flutters of Eric s channel wrung another groan from deep down inside drawing pain and regret out bubbling them away burning off anger and despair. When the cleansing became outweighed by need Hephaestus pulled his hips back and pressed forward causing Eric to cry out. Over and over he thrust driving them both higher pushing them towards a culmination a salvation.



God powers fueled him giving him stamina and staying power. Using his lust his demand for revenge Hephaestus slowed time calmed the winds and took Eric to the brink over and over until with regretful pity Hephaestus drove Eric to a quaking mind-shattering orgasm. His cries so loud so draining Hephaestus followed blasting his anger his hurt his fury into Eric s body.



Collapsing in relief in satiation Hephaestus remained buried deeply inside Eric s body until Eric fell asleep. Disengaging his body from Eric s Hephaestus willed his clothing back on his frame. Lowering to press a kiss to Eric s sweaty sleepy brow Hephaestus shut his eyes and dropped the bag of jewelry and gems on the bed by Eric s side then wished himself home.



From the portal on Olympus Hephaestus watched Eric waken look around call out his name. With a soft smile Hephaestus watched as Eric dressed then fingered the gems on the bed. Looking around Eric pocketed them all and quickly left. Turning from the portal Hephaestus turned to his workshop and smiled. His body sated his fury slightly chilled he began to chuckle. His wife Aphrodite would be furious.



Within a few hours she returned from her latest tryst seeking her husband s riches. Daintily making her way across the sooty workshop Hephaestus was sitting in his chair. She gave a haughty look around then raised an eyebrow. Well?



Yes my dear?



She rolled her eyes and looked around Hephaestus s workbench. The jewels?



Ah. Those. Hephaestus stood and with his golem s help stepped closer to his wife. So lovely her golden hair and crystal blue eyes such a close match to Eric s. Time and constant human diluting left Eric only with the eyes skin and hair of his ever so great grandmother. Eric saw him as a man. Aphrodite never could. With a sigh Hephaestus pointed to the one clear spot on the workbench. They were there all ready for you. But I gave them away.



A shriek pierced the serenity of Olympus carried throughout the mighty halls. You what?



Do not worry my dear. They stayed within the family. Placing his hands on either side of her face Hephaestus lowered to her lips and pressed the gentlest kiss to her lips. Opening his mind he let her see all that had happened that day. As the memories of Eric faded Aphrodite pulled away.



Curling her lip she slapped his face. You disgust me.



Shaking his head sadly Hephaestus looked at his wife his love not diluted. For being the goddess of love you don t have the faintest clue what it really is.



And you do? I m the goddess of love. Everyone loves by my whim alone.



Then why do I love you so much?



She paused and turned away. I m sure Eric loves you more. Perhaps you should spend your love on him.



With a fond smile Hephaestus sat back in his chair. Perhaps I will. With sweet remembrances of someone who saw him as a man Hephaestus chuckled. Perhaps I will indeed.

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The Training Sergeant

I took a cold Coke out of the plastic cooler. It was Friday afternoon in the southwestern desert and I was alone in the company training area finishing up the paperwork. The younger sergeants had left long ago heading for cold beer air conditioning and the NCO club if not some bar downtown.



I wasn t exactly past that not completely ancient but at 40 I was the oldest sergeant in the training cadre and I had learned that the older I grew the harder it was to pick up the pretty girls in bars. The older I grew the more I had to pay for it--and the more I found it easer to go without it.



Not for the first time I cursed my bad luck in being posted to this remote western fort. The US Army certainly could pick em. The training area and the town itself were a match--Nowhere Land.The area was practically deserted. The town attached to the Army post like moss growing on the underside of a log was a little hardscrabble dump with nothing but poor farmers saloons and Dew Drop Inn-type cafes. Life is grimmer the older you get.



Thank God for jacking off. As time went by I found my trusty hand the only dependable sex-release. Women were like running through a minefield for a handful of M & M s -- if you survived to the other side. The good ol right hand. What would I do without it?



As if the post weren t bad enough the weather was like Hell. The sun went over every day like a blowtorch. Luckily the Army prescribed hot-weather casual uniform meaning baseball caps T-shirts black Army athletic shorts and sneakers. It was always broiling outside but at least we were as comfortable as possible.



I was lonely. I knew it. I couldn t figure out what to do about it though. Every weekend student soldiers and those assigned to the post gravitated to the town. Most of the time I just hung around the fort--the library the theater or the NCO club.



Sometimes I was assigned to in-processing filling out paperwork handing out training materials or assigning bunks to newcomers. Gradually all young GI s came to look alike most of them healthy specimens made hard and muscular from Basic Training but most of them bewildered and scared still not knowing how the Army worked still afraid of finding themselves on KP still over-eager to do whatever the sergeants wanted. Children. I was surrounded by children.



I walked out of the training area brushing the sand away. That afternoon we had conducted a hand-to-hand combat class. After so many years self-defense was completely natural to me--I had black belts in two differente styles--and teaching it had grown boring. No matter how big strong or aggressive all new soldiers made the same mistakes and flipping them onto their asses long ago stopped being funny. I crossed the street to the storage shed on the other side carrying a couple of cushion helmets and groin protectors left behind by the eager departees. After putting the equipment on the shelves I stood in the shed looking over my clipboard. A movement in the doorway caught my eye.



A soldier casually leaned against the door frame all youth and tan and Andy Griffith Show innocence. Sergeant he said in a surprisingly deep voice what score did I get on the hand-to-hand? He stepped into the shed.



What s your name?



Cox. PFC Cox.



--God what a name. I remember him. One of my opponents. Very strong kid. Very big.--



He was six-foot-three I would say and probably 220 pounds. Not that it did him any good in the hand-to-hand pit. I dumped him on his ass with one hand while holding my clipboard in the other and still addressed the soldiers watching. Use your opponent s strength against him I told them and you will HMMPH! -- I dumped the guy -- keep the offensive.



--Oh wait a minute! This is the guy with the balls!--



I had put it out of my mind but suddenly I remembered: in the self-defense pit he wasn t wearing any underwear. When I tossed him onto the sand I saw his cock and balls through the legs of his shorts. It wasn t anything important. I m straight. I thought Dumb shit he knows he s supposed to wear a jockstrap to this training.



When I reached down to give him a hand up his grip was strong and as he leaped to his feet I realized he was in excellent physical shape. Broad shoulders. Big chest--his T-shirt clung to him like cellophane. Slim waist. And his shorts showed off hard muscular legs. A good soldier.



And he wanted to know his score for the day. I looked up from my clipboard. Scores will be posted on Monday.



His face fell and although I had turned away eager beavers 1 000 times before suddenly I didn t want to give him the brush-off. He turned to walk away and I heard myself saying Oh what the Hell. Hold on a minute. He spun back to face me again a broad grin lighting his brown puppy-eyes. While I ran my finger down the clipboard list looking for his name a strange electricity tingled in my spine.



I looked up. He had leaned against the wall relaxed (actually a little disprespectful) looking around at the room. I looked down at the clipboard again suddenly realizing I could barely read it.



--What the fuck is the matter with me? Why am I so confused?--



I glanced up at Cox. A handsome young man. Muscular well toned thighs. Tight shorts. A big bulge in--



-- Big bulge ?? What the fuck are you thinking?? Are you some sort of queer? Control your thoughts!--



Yeah. His face had well defined cheekbones and open features Scandinavian descent maybe. Damn it was hot in that shed. I took my can of Coca-Cola and held it against my cheek. Fuck it was hot in there. And something worse:



--Jesus Christ are you getting a hardon??--



Sure enough my cock was trying to straighten out. I glanced over at Cox. The innocent young jerk looked back at me almost staring.



--Wait a minute is he coming on to me?--



I chuckled to myself. No for all his big build and good looks this was an apple-pie boy obviously a straight not trying to see through my clothes. On the other hand I glanced down at myself. Shit. Nipples straining at the white cotton of my T-shirt.



I leaned back against the wall setting the Coke can in a niche as I looked at the clipboard. I stretched as if I were relaxing actually to open my legs a little to give my cock some room hoping to reduce the bulge. Bad decision--it gave my hardon more room to expand.



--God how am I going to get out of this??--



I turned to face the wall furiously studying my clipboard trying to hide my crotch.



Then he touched me. Firm hands massaged my shoulders. Cox was no longer leaning against the wall. You ve been working too hard Sarge. Soothing concern in his voice. I could have droppd him with a single elbow thrust. To this day I don t know why I didn t.



--Damn simpleton! He shouldn t be doing that to a sergeant!--



His hands moved from the fabric of my shirt to the bare skin of the back of my neck. Cool hands. Coarse skin. Hands not afraid of hard work. Yep farm boy. He gave me goose bumps with every touch. I closed my eyes in pleasure



--Hey dumb ass! Are you closing your eyes??--



With a start I straightened my posture and turned around. As I did my elbow didn t hit Cox but it knocked the can of Coke from the niche in the wall. I bent over to pick it up and before I knew it Cox had also bent over to reach for it. He was faster than I was and as I bent down he grabbed the can then turned his face up to look into my own. We both froze staring into each other s eyes. Damn his eyes were powerful strong and brown deep and hypnotic. I wanted to say something but I couldn t. The slightest of smiles curled the corner of his mouth. And his face moved closer.



--Ohmigod!--



His lips came forward and although my mind urged me to pull back I was numb. Until I felt his lips. Like his hands they were rough.



--Oh my God you re kissing a MAN!!--



As he kissed me I trembled. I was thunderstruck. Dumbfounded. Another man s sun-cracked lips moved caressingly over mine his tongue dabbing at my lips and my own tongue slithered out to meet it. The bulge between my legs became a throbbing demanding force. I reached out and touched Cox s shoulders.



As we stood he put his arms around me. Struggling to control myself I pulled back from the kiss but Cox painted my face with slow sensual kisses licking here and there--my eyelids my cheekbones my forehead. Again I surrendered and once more my mouth connected to the furnace behind his lips. Again I trembled inhaling the musky smell of a sweaty man. With this kiss our tongues entered a fierce fight in the self-defense pit of our mouths.



When he finally released me he reached down to grab the hem of my T-shirt his eyes never leaving my face. My mind continued to protest but I stood still while he calmly pulled the T-shirt up over my chest over my head and off. I sucked in my breath as he pulled my shorts down over my hips.



--Oh God wait!! You re going to get naked for him??--



Too late. My dong swung up to fully aimed artillery as Cox tossed my shorts onto the floor. I heard a roaring in my ears.



--What is happening? What is HAPPENING TO ME??--



The heat in my body was far hotter than the desert sun outside. Completely naked wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers I stood before a young soldier who still had his clothes on. My asshole clenched with stress--one word from him would get me at best cashiered from the Service and at worst 20 years in the stockade.



--I m naked! Fucking naked!! How the hell did I let this happen? This is a goddamned nightmare!--



I clenched my eyes shut hoping somehow to wake up safe in my bunk in the barracks. Cox s hands stopped touching me so I opened my eyes (hoping to find him gone) and my jaw dropped when I saw him standing bare-ass naked before me an 18-year-old Army-hardened sculpture. He d even kicked off his shoes.



What a sight. Big pecs. Big brown nipples. Six-pack belly. Innie belly-button. And yeah his cock. It twitched proudly its uncut head begging to be released. He looked at me with a strange expression. Waiting.



--Jesus Christ what is he waiting for? He s staring at me telling me the ball is in my court. What does he want?--



And suddenly I knew.



--The bastard thinks I m going to suck his cock? SUCK HIS COCK?? The little shit I m over twice his age and I m a goddamned Army SERGEANT!!--



But that roaring in my ears grew louder and when I glanced down at myself I saw a long silvery string of pre-cum actually drooling all the way from my cockhead to the floor! I was horny. Damned horny. And he had seen it. And he knew.



--NO! No way in Hell! No way am I going to suck ... that ... cock!!--



But on fire with lust drunk like never before against my own will I slid to my knees. I had seen hundreds if not thousands of naked men in my Army career and NEVER before did I feel such an intoxicating hunger rushing through me. Numb like a robot I saw my hand reach out and softly explore the fold of skin at the tip of Cox s dong. His foreksin. Fascinating. I don t have one.



He had a big cock. A good 9 inches. I knew what to do with it. I grasped it and slid the foreskin back to release the big head and the sight drove me crazy: a big purplish knob slick with his pre-cum. The black hole in the middle stared into me hypnotizing me like a demon. Cox let out a soft grunt. He liked it and that encouraged me. I gripped the big shaft.



--God I can t touch my fingers around it!--



And then I knew what to do. What I HAD to do. What I wanted to do.



I opened my mouth rounding it into a big O around the slimy head and sliding down the shaft. I knew about cocksuckers they were fucked in the mouth and I waited for him to start ramming into me. But he didn t. I rolled my head back and looked up never ceasing to suck.



He smiled down at me growling faintly in his chest and I went back to work. I swirled my tongue around his cock reveling in the taste and the big soldier s manhood in my mouth stoked fires deep inside me. I had a power over this young body--he twitched as I drew his foreskin back and forth he writhed and groaned when I licked the sensitive head and each time I gargled it down my throat he gripped my head and thrust his hips at me.



--This is fabulous. Sucking cock is a motherfucker of a turn-on! Who knew!--



So lost was I in the glory of discovering the terrible stimulation of cocksucking I was surprised when he pulled back sliding it out of me. Taking it away from me. But then he pushed me forward onto my hands and knees and moved behind me.



--What s going on? Oh yeah I know. Horny young men! He wants to fuck me. FUCK ME?? Wait a fucking minute! Okay I m hot and okay I ll suck his cock but no way is he gonna stick that big thing in me!!--



The hot young bastard had blindsided me. I was on my hands and knees and his big slimy cockhead was nudging at my asshole.



I thought about a leg-strike and then I could roll over and pummel him in the face--but before I could the big ramrod punched against my pucker swelling it out and bigger until the head popped through driving a scream from me!



--Keerist that hurts! Oh my god he s going to split me in half!--



Then he stopped!



He had entered me swiftly invading me before I could resist but once inside he held himself still! It hurt so bad I froze too--and to my great relief the pain slowly faded. I was surprised.



--God am I glad he stopped!--



About the time I decided it didn t hurt any more he gave another lunge and again I gasped in pain. But he was in a couple more inches. Again he stopped and again I crouched quietly waiting for the pain to subside. This lunge-wait lung-wait routine went on for several minutes. When I realized his cock had drilled into me almost all the way I gulped.



--Damn I would ve died if he hadn t gone slow...hey he really knows how to do this!--



I was stunned.



--He knew I was in pain. He s breaking me in! Damn he s just a kid...but a Master Fucker!--



The pain had lessened to the point that I decided to give him a better angle and I sank to my elbows aiming my asshole at him more openly. Again with the stabs again with the pains but gradually gradually gradually they hurt less and finally with one big lunge he thrust into me completely and his wiry cockhairs ground into my ass.



He paused only a moment then slowly and sensually he pulled his cock back out in one smooth movement. I was astonished!



--Ohhhhh myyyyyyy Goddddddddd! Fabulous! That feels fabulous!! God who knew?? Fucking is delicious!!--



I really was delirious. Always thought males were not designed to be fucked in the ass and the sensation could not be pleasant. I thought queers let men fuck them because of an overpowering urge to be feminine. Damn was I wrong! I was thunderstruck! I had no fucking idea!



Once over the pain of Cox s dong stretching my ass his slowly sliding cock spread intense never-ending delirious sensations through me! It was like he was playing my asshole like a violin with his cock as the bow. Better said he was setting me on fire starting at my asshole! I let out a long low ecstatic moan.



After every full outstroke just his bulbous cockhead locked inside Cox sank himself back in slowly to the hilt and the more lust-drunk I got the more I let my arms collapse until my head was flat on the floor but I was still on my knees to give him maximum access.



His thick pulsating cock--which I was rapidly coming to worship--thrilled the walls of my guts and when his hands gripped my hips so powerfully it hurt I didn t care about the pain. I craved him to do anything he wanted to me.



I sweat like a pig my face and hair mopping the floor and I clawed at the dirt in helpless lust. I wanted to suck his cock again to suck anything! God it was wonderful! I wanted this feeling for the rest of my life! In brief flickers when I could drag my attention away from the ecstasy in my asshole I realized pre-cum was running out of my cock in a constant stream a river of sticky wet muddying the shed floor.



Then in an inspiration Cox rolled me over onto my back raised my legs and pushed them back against my chest. With my asshole fully exposed to him (and aching to feel his penetration again) that magnificent cock sank into me once more in one mighty lunge from completely outside busting through my backdoor and into my guts up to his balls in a wonderful mind-blowing thrust.



Out of my mind I stiffened arching my back spreading my legs even wider rolling my eyes up in my head my mouth open Gaaaaaaaaaa! I was in ecstasy.



Cox gave in to his own desires and every thrust rammed pitilessly full-length through my tight walls and as the tireless thrusts went on scorching sensations built in every nerve in my body. I heard myself as if from far away calling grunting hoarsely begging him to fuck harder deeper TAKE ME! FUCK ME!! RAM THAT COCK INTO ME YOU SONOFABITCH!



And as my begging grew to a scream an atomic bomb went off in my groin spreading a white-hot fireball throughout my body. Then the shockwave of the greatest most motherfucking orgasm of my life roared across me destroying everything about me crashing over every wall ever built in my mind turning my cock into a white-hot tower of flame. I went insane. My whole body was on fire every cell in screaming glorious orgasm and at the peak molten lava splattered all over my chest and face.



--Oh God I m cumming! Cumming all over myself and nothing is touching my cock!! Oh god oh god I got a climax from being fucked in the ass!--



Cox himself finally got his gun and he claimed me and my grateful worshipping asshole with his hot seed. I proved something else I thought was just a porn legend--I FELT IT! His jism-spurts were powerful surges of heat gouging up into my guts! Again I went crazy. Another orgasm took control of me.



--Multiple orgasms! God I never thought it was possible!--



When his thrusts finally slowed down and stopped I was still in glory. Never! Never in my whole fucking life! Never did I have such orgasms. I was out of my fucking mind with ecstasy for what had to have been almost five whole minutes!



Helpless. Lying there glowing with joy. Abso-fucking-lutely out of my mind. I treasured the feel of his cock in my ass. I loved it. I wanted to live spitted on that great rod for the rest of my life.



But it wasn t to be of course--he grew softer and finally it slopped out with a gurgling farting sound and big drools of cum ran out of my ass. I wanted that big thing back in me. I lay there glowing hot as relaxed happy and physically drained as I had ever been. I was in a daze.



I don t know how much time went by. Somehow I was on my feet again and Cox was no longer naked. I felt him sliding my shorts up over my legs and up to my waist pulling my T-shirt over my head and straightening my uniform. Like staggering drunk I stood wavering until I finally fell back against the wall.



--God I feel like a schoolgirl who just lost her cherry. Dreamy-eyed. Dizzy. In love.--



Cox brought his face close to mine and kissed me again. I kissed him back eagerly and I wrapped my arms around him hugging him close. God that was great I whispered in his ear. Fuck me again. Please.



He looked into my eyes. No problemo Sarge. I ll be in touch. With that he gave me a wicked smile then walked out of the shed all rippling muscles and arrogant swagger. The sonofabitch. He knew all the time.



--He got you you know. He fucked you in the ass and you begged for it. You re his.--



Yeah I said to myself. Yeah and that s just fine. My life had taken an About-Face. Maybe weekends wouldn t be so solitary.

I had learned the secret of growing older. Discovering the joy of a man thrusting himself up my ass suddenly opened up an entire military post to me--I just had to learn the art and science of man-love. Cox had introduced me to cock. Now I had to find out if other cock could do me like Cox.



Life was suddenly looking up ... and so was my dong. Being 40 ain t so bad!

Surfer plows his chocolate eye

Teacher s Pet Ch. 04

Cory waddled to the desk the uncomfortable feeling of Mr. Peterson s fingers up his ass making it a strange walk. He felt very unsure of himself this whole afternoon had been one of surprises. Although he d really enjoyed his first blow job especially with the revenge factor of it being from Sam nothing had been happening the way he d expected. Now he didn t know what was going to happen.



Bend over Mr. Peterson s voice was excited in his ear making his own groin tingle again with anticipation. Obediently he bent over the desk feeling Mr. Peterson s fingers sliding from his ass. With a sigh of relief Cory was able to relax - although his ass did feel a little strange because it had become so adjusted to having the fingers in it.



Behind him he could hear Mr. Peterson opening something up a slippery wet sound and then Mr. Peterson was standing behind him with one hand on Cory s back something wet and hard nudged at Cory s anus.



As Mr. Peterson began to push his swollen member against the tight ring of Cory s virgin ass Cory couldn t help but tense up afraid of the large piece of meat that was about to invade his tightest hole.



Just relax Cory Mr. Peterson crooned the head of his dick popping into the tight ring It ll make it easier if you just relax...



Cory groaned as his ass stretched accepting the wide mushroom head of Mr. Peterson s cock. It hurt a little but because he was already somewhat prepared by the finger fucking it wasn t nearly as painful as he would have thought it was. Then Mr. Peterson pressed deeper and Cory groaned again.



It was the strangest sensation as Mr. Peterson pressed more and more of his dick into Cory s hot tightness a stretching and also a pushing. His ass rippled around the hard cock trying to get used to the sensation and at the same time trying to push it out. Panting and groaning he didn t even try to fight it just stayed bent over the desk accepting it. It never even occurred to Cory to try and resist.



His hands clutched at the sides of the desk his insides cramping as Mr. Peterson suddenly lunged forward and buried the final inches of his dick in Cory s body. Cory groaned and writhed a little his ass cheeks grinding against Mr. Peterson s groin as he tried to adjust. Both of them moaned as Cory s movements stirred his insides his ass clenching against the invading dick. Mr. Peterson held himself quite still just enjoying the sensations of Cory s hot ass the tightness the muscle spasms.



Reaching around to Cory s front he began to play with Cory s dick and balls caressing them gently and teasing with his fingers. To Cory s surprise it barely took any toying before he was growing hard again it seemed strange with the slightly painful discomfort in his ass but he was very easily aroused. As Mr. Peterson s hand closed around Cory s hardened shaft he began to pull his dick from Cory s ass. It was just as strange a sensation as when he d burrowed in... and as Mr. Peterson s hand began to slide back down Cory s shaft he pushed back in.



Cory moaned at the double assault on his senses the strange pleasures that Mr. Peterson was introducing to his body. Mr. Peterson fisted Cory s dick in time to his thrusts masturbating Cory as he fucked him from behind... it was incredibly confusing to the younger man. Panting and moaning his hands spasmed on the desk as he began pushing back against Mr. Peterson s thrusts wanting to feel himself opened up wanting to feel Mr. Peterson s cock buried inside him. In some ways he even wanted it to hurt.



Mr. Peterson could feel Cory s acceptance feel his desires growing and the older man started fucking him harder pumping more brutally in and out of his ass. Responding with pleasure Cory thrust his hips backwards every time Mr. Peterson thrust forward slamming his ass against Mr. Peterson s groin. It felt incredible the slick gliding of Mr. Peterson s cock in and out of his ass... it was feeling very good. Very erotic.



And every time it seemed to push against something inside Cory s body that made his balls jump every thrust touched something that made him want to cum immediately.



Oh God... he moaned Oh Mr. Peterson... I think I m going to cum... Oh God...



Cum Mr. Peterson s thrusts became harder his breathing more ragged and his grip on Cory s dick even firmer as he masturbated him pushing into him from behind Cum for me Cory...



Cory s dick began to pulse in Mr. Peterson s hand white cum spraying onto the side of his desk as Cory came Mr. Peterson kept masturbating him hard until Cory was completely spent and collapsed forward onto the desk. Letting go of his softening dick Mr. Peterson was able to concentrate on his own pleasures taking a grip on Cory s hips and fucking him at a bruising pace.



All Cory could do was take it and moan although his orgasm was over he was still enjoying the way it felt as Mr. Peterson fucked his ass roughly. It went so deep inside him and stretched him in such pleasurable ways... he cried out as Mr. Peterson lunged with a particularly brutal thrust spearing Cory s ass with his dick.



Mr. Peterson s groin was flat against Cory s spread ass cheeks his dick deep in Cory s ass his hands gripping the younger man s hips tightly. Cory moaned... he could actually feel Mr. Peterson s dick swelling even more inside of him a pulse against the tight ring of his ass with every spurt of cum that Mr. Peterson send shooting into him. It was as though Mr. Peterson was a rigid statue behind him the only movement was the pulsing of his dick filling Cory s deflowered ass with sticky cum.



Finally Mr. Peterson moaned and relaxed his hands loosening on Cory s hips. When he pulled out Cory just stayed there for a few moments his eyes slightly glazed with the sensations of the experience.



Carefully Mr. Peterson helped him stand and get dressed. Cory could feel cum sliding down the top of his thigh.



Kissing him gently Mr. Peterson said I ll see you tomorrow afternoon?



Cory nodded and Mr. Peterson smiled.

Gay lad takes a mouthful of cum from his boyfriend and spits the jizz back right on his face

Condemned

I didn t think I d ever understand why anyone would chose to kill them selves. To me every day was a struggle to stay alive and I worked damn hard to be able to live! For a moment I wondered if I would ever get to the point in my life where I would give up.



I picked up one of her blankets and folded it gently in my arms. I guess I was kind of annoyed that she was gone. I didn t miss her because she didn t deserve that not after what she had done. I did feel crappy though. She was my mom after all. Anyone would have felt the same. A part of me reasoned that I should be happy she was gone. The past year she had been worse than ever. She rarely got out of bed and was always crying. It had been up to me to find food. I often went without because I couldn t find enough for both of us. She never once said thank you. Half the time I don t think she even noticed I was there.



The blanket still smelled like her. It was one of the things we had managed to keep from before. My eyes started to mist up but I rubbed them angrily until they cleared. I d be damned if I d shed any tears over her. Like I said she didn t deserve it.



I put the blanket down on my bed and headed for the door. It was still midday so I had a while before the sun went down and all hell broke lose. Never the less I was careful to ease the door open slowly to make sure no one was waiting outside for me. No one was there. The streets were deserted in fact. Not a great surprise. No single went out unless they had to. Although the gangs waited until night time to come out in earnest an occasional few always the humans of course still took the day shift. They would cruise around the city in the hope of happening on a single stupid enough to let them selves be seen.



One time I saw a kid run into a pack of them. She couldn t have been more that sixteen. The stuff they had done to her out in the streets had scared the crap out of me. When they d finally finished with her all was left was a bloody mess of twitching limbs. I thought I heard someone crying close by but they never showed them selves. I waited a while to see if anyone was going to help her but after a few hours I gave up. I still wonder if anyone went to her in the end. I very much doubted she was still alive.



As I stepped out of the small refuge of my home I was greeted with the eye opening sight of Birmingham city which stared back at me in all of its grim glory. Sewage and refuge littered the streets pouring in and out of houses where the windows were either barred or shattered. Graffiti markings covered every wall flat and abandoned car. They each represented the various gangs that ruled the city. The rural areas of Brum had never been that pretty to begin with. Grey concrete council block flats were spread out as far as the eye could see and the only bit of green in sight came from the mould.



I fastened my coat to try and keep out some of the bitter cold as I trudged out into the rain. I hated winter with a passion so intense that I think it was a little unhealthy. The constant gray skies and bitingly cold wind pissed me off but nearly so much as the crappy rain. Worse still was the oppressive lack of daylight. The gangs must have loved it but it meant singles like me had even less time to try and scavenge food.



I stayed to the streets I knew best keeping in shadow whenever I could. I was always listening. The city was so quiet that a person could hear a pin drop. It was because there were so few of us singles left. Those that were still alive were breathing because they knew how to stay quiet. In my experience if you re loud you re probably going to be dead fairly soon.



There was a store a little further ahead that held all kinds of goodies. The guy that ran the place didn t exactly seem the charitable sort though. If you wanted to eat well you needed to have something worth trading. Drugs were usually the most valuable commodity then cross s which I new for a fact didn t do a damn thing to a gang member besides make them laugh then guns knifes sexual favours other kinds of food- the list was endless.



I walked straight past the place. I didn t have anything worth trading. Of course that wasn t entirely true maybe there was one thing but the guy who ran the place a big hairy son of a bitch with a depraved attitude well i wasn t that hungry yet and i hoped dearly that i never would be.



I walked for a little while longer until I found a flat that looked thoroughly fucked over. Nightshade excuse me whilst I roll my eyes gang tags were all over the place. They looked old and the place had clearly been deserted for a while. I forced my way though the broken window and moved quickly over the dust covered floor until I found the kitchen. I scrounged around in the cupboards for a while and felt a stab of triumph when I saw the canned fruit wedged into a far corner. I grabbed them and shoved them in my bag careful to make sure no one was watching me. You can never be too paranoid.



The cans were one hell of a find and would keep me fed for a while especially now I only had to look after my self. It amazed me that other singles didn t enter the abandoned tagged houses. It was pretty much the only way I stayed alive.



I got out of the flat as fast as I could. I was just making my way home when it hit me how quickly it was getting dark. Weird because my watch said it was only three p.m. I looked up at the sky and felt my heart jump up in my throat. The sun was being smothered by the moon. It was solar Eclipse! Jesus fucking Mary and Joseph!



I started running there wasn t much else I could do and for the first time in twelve years I headed into the daylight. It streamed over me lighting me up for the world to see. Though my mind screamed at me to get back into the shadows my instincts told me to stay where I was. I heard laughter dark and sinister. It seemed deafening in the constant quiet. I stumbled and saw a white marble hand reach out and beckon me towards the shadows. I backed away on my backside too stupid with fear to form any coherent thoughts other than how much it was going to hurt when they killed me.



The light was almost all gone now. I couldn t make anything out. The shadow passed over me and then I was blind.



My entire body was exposed as I sat in the middle of the alley. I began to shake as my chest let out a stream of stifled breaths. At least I didn t have to think about mom anymore or how she d survive if I never came home.



I heard the laugher again closer this time. Despite not being able to see anything I drew my legs up against my chest and buried my face into my arms as they rested on my knees. I was still horribly exposed but at least now I had something to hug.



Soft footsteps padded up beside me. I tried to beg for my life but I couldn t speak through my terror. I was having trouble breathing. I hoped I d pass out. Gentle fingers traced the outline of my bowed head running down through my hair until they clamped firmly onto the back of my neck. I realized I was taking then babbling payers that had been forced fed to me as a child.



Shhh it cooed in a voice that dripped with honey. I don t like those words. Now tell me love what s your name? The desire to scream was almost unbearable. I pressed my hands over my ears to try and block him out. The pressure on my neck increased painfully and I got the hint and dropped my hands. Your name? He repeated.



Conner I whimpered.



Didn t you know there was an eclipse today Conner?



A stupid question if I had known- Pain lased through my neck. No I gasped.



Why have you come out of your hole Conner?



I wondered if he intended to play with me for much longer. I knew I was beginning to break apart. I-I was looking for food. I realized I was crying then. I tried to pull out of the painful hold on my neck. A stupid mistake. I was quite literally dragged up by the scruff on me neck. My eyes opened wide in shock and as they adjusted I began to make out the features of the thing in front of me. He was a little taller than my 5 11 and probably outweighed me by more than fifty pounds. I couldn t make out much colour but his wide eyes and shoulder length hair looked light. His mouth was slightly open as he smiled at me. I was staring almost directly at his engorged fangs.



Jesus I gasped. His smile grew dangerous and I remembered that he didn t like those words. I began to shake so badly that I was amazed my legs were still holding me upright. He used his free hand to trace the outline of my jaw. His fingers moved over the arteries in my throat and down to my collar bone. When his hand slipped beneath my shirt collar I felt a sudden burst of distaste that mingled strangely well with the horror I was experiencing.



My world shifted upside down and I realized I was being carried on his shoulders. I thought about struggling but quickly dismissed the idea as I was carried swiftly into a smaller alley. I had been pretty meek so far maybe that was what was keeping me alive.



I tried to track our progress but when he turned into a ground flat and headed down a long tunnel through the cellar door I became hopelessly lost. Loud pounding music reached my ears. I heard laughter not long after that. He was taking me into the heart of one of the damned gangs!



He stepped out of the tunnel and I suddenly found my self in a huge hall filled with people. There were so many of them that I felt sick and smothered.



Before I had time to look away my eyes locked with a young woman. With her olive coloured skin and pale brown eyes she was obviously human. I wanted to ask her for help but the image of that kid being ripped part jumped into my mind. I pressed my face against the guys back.



What have we here Michael? I heard a woman talking close to my shoulder ask. I didn t think it was the girl I had previously been looking at. Did you pick him up in the eclipse?



He is splendid is he not?



Exceedingly so. How old is he?



Early to mid twenties I think.



Long tapered fingers ran under my shirt and over my back. I tensed and they both laughed.



Have you tasted him yet?



I think I managed to stifle my whimper.



There wasn t time. Sadly the eclipse did not linger.



My head was wrenched up so quickly that I was amazed my neck didn t snap. My back arched painfully as I tried to accommodate the iron grip on my hair. The woman holding onto me crouched down until our eyes were level and studied me with an intensity that scared the shit out of me.



Just lovely. She said at last. She let go of me and I rammed back into the guys back. He didn t even flinch as my head ploughed into his spine. I wondered if I d just given my self a concussion.



Were many others brought in?



Not a single one so far. Some were caught of course but they were unsuitable so they have been subdivided for food.



Abruptly my world turned right side up. I stumbled and might have fallen if Michael hadn t reached out and caught my arm to steady me. I couldn t really say I was thankful. For the first time during this whole horrible encounter I had nothing to hide behind. I thought I had felt exposed over his shoulder. Standing between them as their demonic eyes devoured every inch of me I suddenly wished I was upside down again.



A pity he isn t suitable for the change. The woman said in a tone that seemed full of regret.



Why do you say that? Michael snapped his crystallized blue eyes flashing with what seemed like very real fury. He s the right age and he s healthy enough. The grip on my arm increased and I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out. He would survive the change.



Likely he would but then what? Should we suffer another of our kind that cannot bear what they have become? He has not the will or the nature to become one of us.



You have seen him for mere moment. You do not know what he is capable of .



You are not looking past his pretty visage my love. His soul will rebel if you try to take him.



Though I had listened to every word my concentration was centred on the burning agony in my arm. With every angry word Michael s grip had tightened until I was sure he was going to snap my bones in two.



Jesus fucking Christ! I half gasped half screamed. My knees buckled and I was sure I was going to pass out. The pain in my arm lessened considerably though. Obviously the bastard had finally let go!



I head a dry chuckle above me. Dose he say that sort of thing often.



Unfortunately yes.



Have you told him not to?



Of course.



Another chuckle but then her voice turned serious. What are you going to do with him then?



I could give him into one of the mortal groups.



They would rip him apart. The image of that kid popped into my head again and I felt my body shudder.



He grabbed my arm the uninjured one and hoisted me to my feet like I weighed nothing at all. I ll think of something for him to do. He said as he pulled me past her. He waved away anyone who came towards us and increased his pace until I was practically running to keep up with him. We left the hall and travelled further down into the earth. It was darker in the lower passages and I was having trouble seeing where I was going. The walls were painted crimson and blood red with gothic furniture covered every inch of where we were standing. It reminded me of the set of a Jack the Ripper film I watched when I was a kid. He stopped outside an iron clad door and pulled out a key. When he opened the door I tensed expecting to see a Victorian style torture house inside. As he pulled me into the room I think my jaw quite literally hit the ground.



The room was beautiful. Hard wood pine floors a cream leather corner couch with a huge plasma television and a sound system to kill for. The guy even had a Wii for Christ sake! Cream walls covered in explicit paintings of lovers though I was shocked to see that they weren t all depicting men and women couples. A kitchen stood in the far right corner. The only thing I could see that hinted at Michael true nature was the spotlessly clean stainless steel kitchen he had. I could tell from a glance that he had never used it before.



He pushed me down onto the couch and walked past him into the other room. I caught a glimpse of a huge bed covered in red and white silk before the door slammed shut behind him.



He was gone for a long time. So long in fact that despite the danger I was in I was beginning to doze off. It had been one hell of a day and that coupled with the lack of sleep I d been having since Mum died had left me exhausted. I was just entering full sleep mode when I felt someone standing over me. My eyes popped open and I found my self staring directly into Michaels face who was crouched less that a foot away from me.



Jesu- His hand slapped painfully over my mouth effectively cutting off my little curse.



Enough of that! He ordered. This is your last warning. Say that word again or anything like it and I ll hurt you. Understand?



I nodded slightly but inside I was screaming hysterically. Funny that I hadn t realized how cold his hands were earlier. He let go of me and lent back a little. He was looking at me thoughtfully like he didn t quite know what he should do with me. Despite my self I couldn t stop staring at his mouth. I couldn t see the fangs whilst he had his mouth closed but I knew they were there. I wondered how many people he had killed with them. I wondered if he intended to kill me with them.



Conner He said. He smiled and I got to see those elusive fangs of his. I recoiled a little but if he noticed it didn t show. I must say you re reacting incredibly calm all things considered.



Calm calm! I was about to pass out! He looked at me expectantly as though he wanted me to say something. Frankly I had begun to wonder if I still possessed the ability to speak. I couldn t trust my self to open my mouth and not scream so I just looked at him.



He cocked his head to one side and let his hand rest on my knee. The fact that this guy had pretty much kidnapped me and could kill me with very little effort did not take away from the fact that he was feeling up my leg! It was bad enough when he had dipped his hand inside my shirt earlier. Why did his kind have to be so damned hands on?



His smile widened and I wondered if I hadn t completely succeeded in hiding my disgust. It worried me that my being repulsed was funny to him. His hand moved up my thigh and before I could think it through I pushed it away. I think he probably allowed me to do it.



You don t like it when I touch you do you Conner? faster that I could blink he had his hand around my throat and was pushing me down onto my back. I could breathe ok if I didn t fight him but I really didn t want him lying on top of me so I started to thrash around. All it earned me was a bruised throat and the added knowledge that I was throttling my self. I stopped struggling and he let up a little. Enough for me to be able to breathe anyway.



It was a surreal moment. Me lying flat on my back whilst one of their kind leaned over me. He smiled suddenly a small twist of the lips that made me want to curl into my self. His hands slid over my stomach and the next thing I felt was his fingers expertly undoing my jeans.



Fuck you! I snarled. The bastard could kill me but I d be damned if I was just going to lay back and let him rape me. To my surprise his hands fell away from my jeans and he sat up. I could breathe normally now he wasn t on top of me. I managed to get my legs under me and scrabbled backwards. Gods wonder that he actually let me. I fell off the bed and hit my head pretty hard. I shook it off as I continued to back up. I stopped when my back hit the wall what the bloody hell else was I supposed to do break through it?



His eyes were the worst I decided. In fact I think I preferred looking at his teeth compared to staring at his eyes. They looked like they were made out of ice.



So He said sizing me up even as he spoke with a painfully nonchalant tone. What s with all the he smiled and clasped his hands together like he was praying. Words?



I m catholic



He looked surprised. That a fact. Not many of your kind around anymore. Not after that little war you guys cooked up a while ago. Pretty stupid of you coming after us like that.



A bit before my time. He looked relaxed but I was willing to bet he d spring into action if I gave him a reason. Running would be really stupid then. I don t recognise your accent.



He smiled and slapped his thigh in an exaggerated fashion. I m from the states. I believe you Brits like to call my kind yanks.



I like to call your kind demonic bastards. Where about in America?



All over Boston mostly. I like it here much better though.



Yeah why s that?



He got off the bed. I tensed expecting to be attacked. Instead he walked past me into the next room. I stayed where I was too freaked to move. He came back in a moment later holding two glasses of clear liquid. When he passed one to me I cringed which caused him to growl low in his throat so I took the glass with shaking hands but didn t drink out of it. Gods knows what he might have put in there. Thankfully he moved away from me and went back onto the bed. It s harder for my kind in the states. He said and it took me a moment to realise he was answering my earlier question. There are hunters weapons like you wouldn t believe. My kind doesn t last long there.



It was difficult to muster up much sympathy for the bastards. Kind of what it s like for the singles here. I said coldly. Shame I m not an American though I thought. According to the history books our country and theirs had been pretty close once. Hell apparently we were their founders. Pretty shitty of them to screw over their mommy country like that. I wondered why we had been abandoned when they so obviously had the means to help us. Maybe were just too worthless now. What s it like everywhere else? I asked. I d always been curious. It wasn t like there were recent news papers or books being published to let us singles know what was going on in the world and there was a fair chance I d never get the opportunity to ask again.

He used his long nails to pick at his fangs maybe to remind me who I was talking to. Like I could forget! Africa s mostly left alone though the more populated cities have some of our kind around. I ve been there though and it s not too much fun. Way too warm. Like I said America s pretty much off limits. Canada s a little easier but who the hell wants to chomp down on the Canadian s? Way to damn congenial for me. Not to mention that the states don t like the idea of my kind at their borders to they keep a close eye on their neighbours. Likewise for Mexico though truth be told theirs not much going on down there. It s too warm too.



I guess you don t bother with the south part of the globe much then? I asked.



Good guess though I do like to visit Australia now and again in winter of course. Hell of a long trip though. New Zealand s a nice getaway but the countries not well populated so staying there long term isn t really an option. I went to South America once hell of a continent the women in Brazil were just lovely. Its pretty poverty stricken though and people notice if you chomp down on the elite. Russia s interesting but too poor the same for most of Eastern Europe. Asia can be fun but I avoid the Middle East like the plague. They and the good old states stopped arguing with each other when we came along. They mutually hate our guts and they re packing the same sort of toys as the mother land.



So most of your kind is here? I asked in awe. I couldn t believe it! I d always thought the whole world was screwed but it turned out that the good old salty U.K had drawn the preverbal short straw. As an after thought I added. It s a wonder no ones tried to blow us up yet.



A blur of movement and then my feet were dangling in the air as a hand gripped my shirtfront. I wasn t breathing too well but I could suck in enough oxygen so I wouldn t pass out. Lucky me! You re not as dumb as you look Conner my boy. He said as he slapped my cheek twice hard enough that he had probably left a mark. He let go of me and I fell into a heap on the floor looking up at him as he towered over me hating him fearing him. We made a deal with them some years ago. Make our base here and leave the rest of the world in peace. We do for the most part hell why wouldn t we? We ve got it good here and the weather suits my kind. Not too cold or too hot. Winter means short days and long nights. We re cut off though and that s what s important to the untied governments. You see France and Germany well they would have been equally suitable but their not Islands are they? If we had them we pretty much got access to most of the world. They won t bomb us though because they know that an act of war like that would mean the end of their kind. All it would take was a hundred of my kind to go on a rampage turning the singles who in turn went on little rampages of their own and then that would be the end of the human race. The united nations aren t dumb they know we got more than a few hundred of our kind in the big wide world. They won t bomb us.



He knelt down and wiped my hair back from my face. I glared at him and he let his hand drop. You not a fan of same sex Conner?



I think my mouth hung open a little. No. I said eventually not able to communicate how totally freaked out I was. Dose that matter to you?



He tucked his hands behind his back and stood up. I think he liked looking down at me Honestly I prefer a partner that s into it but gay or not anything I get from you probably wont be voluntary so no it doesn t matter.



I didn t know why hearing him say it upset me so much. It wasn t like I didn t expect him to rape me probably kill me after he was done. I drew my legs up and pressed my face against my knees.



What a shitty life!

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If At First You Suck Seed...

I m not quite sure where this all began although I suppose I can hazard a guess. I watched (and still do watch) a fair amount of porn and at some indeterminate point I began noticing the guys cocks. At first I noticed the differences between cut and uncut ones and then began to compare them for their length and girth. I began watching videos strictly with girls sucking dick and began masturbating while staring at the cocks disappearing between wet pairs of lips rather than the girls the lips were attached to and I came to realize that it was the cocks that were turning me on.



This was a surprising development for me I d never fantasized about guys and always had my fair share of women.. More and more I consciously became aware of this new kink of mine or whatever it was and came to wonder what it would feel like to have a penis in my mouth. That thought in turn triggered several explosive orgasms rising in my head out of nowhere sometimes as I masturbated. I imagined closing my lips around a big juicy tool moaning it as it went in and out of my mouth. I imagined giving head to a complete stranger making him cum inside my mouth. I came especially hard when I thought about that and so here I was asking myself another question: If I was getting off thinking about it didn t that mean that I wanted to try it?



I downloaded a few bisexual videos from the net. One in particular really got me off. It was a daisy chain with a woman between two guys. One of the guys was eating her out and she was blowing the other who in turn was deep-throating the massive cock of the guy licking the girl s pussy. It prompted me to make a trip to a local adult video store where I purchased a gay DVD. I stroked my cock again and again watching the muscular studs on the video take the measure of their friends generous peckers in their mouths and asses. Several of their enormous endowments drove me nearly-insane with lust. By this point all doubt had disappeared. I really did want to see what it felt like to suck a big hard cock like theirs. But I wanted some practice first.



I took another tentative step making a second trip to the adult store and purchasing the most realistic-looking dildo I could find. It was about seven inches long nicely detailed and its package called it the most realistic-feeling synthetic skin on the market. I was sold. When I got home and got it out of its wrapping I held it in my hands and stared at it. It was heavy and a little bit longer than mine with a nice plump mushroom for a head. I put it down on the coffee table and dropped to my knees. That night (and many since) I licked and sucked it taking most of it down my throat. Again and again I swallowed it and masturbated to one of the most incredible orgasms of my life.



As the weeks went by I continued to give practice blowjobs to my latex friend and thought that I was getting pretty good at it. I would watch porn and time my strokes in rhythm with the girls or guys sucking on my screen. I d begun to learn to relax my gag reflex and could now take its entire length inside me although sometimes I did still choke. A couple times I scooped my freshly-shot sperm into my mouth and resumed blowing it envisioning a guy cumming in my mouth. There could be no doubt now. I wanted to try the real thing. But where to begin?



Eventually I saw an ad in a local independent newspaper for a free gay and bisexual chat line. The idea turned me on so I signed up. The first dozen or so calls went nowhere. Although I did chat with a few guys for one reason or another nothing panned out. Finally after a couple of months I spoke with a guy who sounded attractive. He lived about twenty minutes away said that he had a tight swimmer s build a seven-and-a-half-inch cut endowment and was willing to let a newbie have a taste of it. I got directions and eagerly agreed to meet him at his place. I couldn t believe how far I d let myself take this but I wasted little time in leaving stopping only to brush my hair.



On the ride over I was overcome by nerves. I chain-smoked cigarettes and hit a joint I d stashed in the ash tray in an attempt to calm down. I was questioning myself and my motives thinking maybe that this fantasy was better left as a fantasy. I wondered if I d freeze at the critical moment with his staff pointed at my mouth. I found myself having to pee for good measure! With more doubts than miles to cover I arrived in his neighborhood and parked across the street from his building.



After popping a few breath mints and taking several deep breaths I entered was buzzed in and called for the elevator. Two more guys arrived before the lift and I wondered if the one who wasn t a pizza delivery guy was my date. He was the right hair and eye color and height anyway and I began imagining him following me off the elevator and to his door then turning me around and stuffing his pecker all the way down my throat right there in the hallway. I grew a very firm erection noticeable to anyone in the zip code. The pizza guy got off on the second floor leaving me with the other guy. My hard-on grew larger and more noticeable and he actually leered at it out of the corner of his eye with a slight smile as he exited on the third floor. My appointment was on the fifth.



I knocked on his door and was pleasantly surprised to see a fairly-hot guy about 6 1 with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He invited me in and instantly I got incredibly nervous again. I asked to use the bathroom and basically marched double-time to it when he pointed off to his left. I relieved myself then washed my hands and splashed a little water on my face. I felt better. It was time to do what I came here to do or at least to find out if I could.



I took a seat on his couch and he rose unbuttoning his khakis. He pulled them slowly down to his knees and I stared directly into his crotch turned on by his aggressive approach. I could make out the outline of what looked to be a fairly-impressive piece of meat and it was getting hard.



He ran his fingers through my hair and asked do you want to....?



It was the question I d been asking myself and here I was at the point of no return. After only a moment s hesitation something let go in my mind and I leaned forward mouth open toward the bulge in his Calvin Kleins. My mouth closed around the outline of his stiffening member and my teeth just grazed it as I traced its outline. After two trips up and down my new friend was moaning and I was eager to see exactly what his cock looked like. And tasted like for that matter. I pulled his boxer-briefs down by the waistband still staring at his bulge. It felt like forever waiting for it to emerge. At first I saw just a hint of the base. Then as it appeared inch by exquisite inch I could feel my own erection straining against my jeans. Finally the undies cleared his cockhead and his fully-erect dick met my adoring eyes. It was at least as large as he described it and maybe a bit more. It looked like it was almost an inch longer than my favorite sex toy making it nearly eight inches in length. His head was big and purple and swollen and as my lips moved toward it my tongue emerged from between them and tentatively licked it. It felt similar to although of course warmer and a bit smoother than the skin of my practice penis. I licked it a few more times finally going from tip to base and back again and then in swirling strokes around his ripe cockhead. My saliva was starting to spread and his pulsing prick was soon coated with a thin layer of it.



I was immensely turned on by this point and had waited long enough. Nothing was going to stop me from taking him in my mouth I was going to get to taste a real live cock for the first time! I opened my mouth licked my lips and craned my neck forward. I began to insert him into my mouth very slowly pausing when I got his entire head in there. I closed my lips around it and felt that it was nicely hard but also a good deal spongier than I had expected. I really liked the texture to tell the truth and I was anxious to feel the rest of this magnificent warrior invading my throat. How lucky I d been to locate this lovely cock for my first taste!



I began moving downward still very slowly until about five inches was crammed in my mouth. It was at this point that I came down briefly from my sexual buzz and asked myself doesn t it feel weird to have a cock in your mouth? It did. Here I was having sought out and then driven halfway across town in the pursuit of sucking a total stranger s dick which was currently stuffed deep in my mouth. It was warm a bit sweaty and filled my mouth enough to make breathing difficult. But it also felt nasty and sexy and hot and as I moved back up toward the tip I realized that weird or not I was incredibly turned on. The last thing that my lucid voice asked me was I suppose you re going to let him cum in your mouth too?



Without answering that final lingering doubt I released myself to making my first blowjob a memorable one. I bobbed up and down on his tasty shaft again and again in a quick and steady rhythm and he began moaning and telling me how good it felt. His hand returned to the back of my head and he began guiding my strokes as he began thrusting his hips in and out. This was something I d never really even visualized being face-fucked like this but I loved it! He crammed it down my throat as far as it would go gagging me a bit but not relenting. He pounded my face for a good five minutes as I diddled with my cock through my jeans. I felt so nasty that he was just using me as a hole in which to get off and it was driving me mad with lust.



Eventually he pulled out and laid down on the couch. I took the hint and fell to my knees in front of him. Almost immediately I took him in my mouth again. This time I was taking his entire length again and again gaining more momentum than I would have thought possible. I caressed his balls with my hand as I repeatedly filled my mouth with his penis. It began to taste different and I figured that I must be getting a taste of his pre-cum. It tasted nasty and hot and it turned me on to know that I was getting him close to orgasm. He began moaning with increasing intensity encouraging me and then he began to talk dirty: that s it you little slut....oh yeah suck my cock... yeah....suck that nice big dick... suck all that cum out.



When he said that my eyes undoubtedly lit up and he couldn t help but notice. He asked oh you really want that cum don t you my little slut?



I managed to moan an affirmative ignoring my rudeness at talking with my mouth full. He guided my hand to his cock and showed me how to stroke the few inches near the base while I swallowed the rest of his yummy pecker. Doing it this way I was able to really give him some fast and furious head and the drool almost pouring from my lips lubricated the way for both my hand and mouth. I gained momentum moaning along with my happy host and I could sense that the moment was approaching. His moans were getting louder and closer together and his balls were pulling up. He was gonna cum and if I didn t get my mouth off him real quick he was gonna shoot it in my mouth. I now remembered that last question that I d asked myself before and considered what I wanted. My decision was easy. I was extremely turned on and thought about how much more I enjoyed it when girls let me cum in their mouths. And at this point I actually wanted to taste it.



After only a few more moments with his balls pulling up taught against his groin his breathing became extremely quick and irregular and then it happened. His cock quivered violently in my mouth splashing at least a dozen generous shots of hot salty semen into my starving mouth. I swallowed as he filled me without even thinking about it. Swallowing his load just seemed like the natural thing to do and as he realized that I was gulping it down he egged me on yeah drink it...drink it slut drink it...



I did as told and all too soon his big slab of beef stopped shaking. I swallowed again and then took him out of my mouth. I licked away the last traces of my reward from his shaft and peehole while staring right into his eyes. Then with only an exchange of thank-yous I slipped out of his apartment and back into my car with the salty taste of his spunk still on my tongue. I rolled it around in my mouth enjoying its nasty flavor. When I got back home I masturbated my skill-hard cock to a trembling load.



Since then I ve been over his place twice more to get my mouth pumped full of his semen. He just leaves the door unlocked and the lights off. I wander in to find him naked and hard and waiting for me. I sink to my knees and just start blowing him. Although I still prefer pussy I ve definitely awakening a new and exciting facet of my sexuality one I m sure I ll continue to explore. Sucking on a warm hard cock is sexier than I could ve ever imagined and I can t wait to try again. I ve also made another trip to the video store where I purchased a lovely nine-inch vibrator which I m using to break in another part of me for possible future fun. I ll be sure to keep you posted!

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Vampire LaCour s 2nd Coming Ch. 11

Emile LaCour with his new chauffeur Gage in tow was gliding around the nighttime shadows of the docks along the banks of the Mississippi down river from New Orleans. It was in those brief hours between 1 and 4 A.M. when for the most part all activity was dead and the weak floodlights fought a losing battle with the morning fog to illuminate the bank-upon-bank of simple sheds providing inadequate cover for the crates and barrels being unloaded from the freighters wallowing back and forth at the dock on the Mississippi tide.



Emile pricked up his ears and moved with more purposeful direction toward one of the holding sheds. There he found what he was looking for. A older and wizened sailor was leaning back on a wooden crate providing a younger sailor knelt before him a tutorial in giving good head. The older sailor a burly red head topless and his pants down around his ankles and with considerable curly hair all over his robust body was leaning back on the top of the crate with his elbows but occasionally bringing a hand forward to guide the youngster s head or to readjust his cock. The younger sailor a long and lithe well-muscled brunette was stripped to the waist.



No teeth Jaime the older one was saying. You must learn to get those out of the way. There that s right. Now suck the head Lad and run your tongue around the helmet. No lighter than that. There. Ahhhh yes now you have it. Feel my nice cock growing Son? No use deep-throating and pumping until it s at least half hard. There now cover as much of it as you can. Tongue under dick. Ahhhh yes just like that. Feel the throbbing vein under it? That s what s making it grow My Boy. Now slowly take it in and pull away from it. Slow strokes. Ahhhh yes. Yes! Now faster. Ahhhhhhh.



Emile watched with great interest as the younger sailor followed the older sailor s direction his hands fluttering all over the older man s belly flanks and chest his back muscles and biceps rolling in the weak light from a nearby floodlight. This was the one Emile was looking for tonight. The young pure sailor only now learning to make another man happy. But the older more experienced one would give him a boost too. The older one first—as a bit of fun—and then the younger one as the regeneration he required.



Emile bided his time watching the younger man blow the older one and becoming more expert at it under the instruction of the older one until Emile could see the older one twitching ready to explode. He then rushed in black cape unfurling behind him naked to the waist his gigantic tool and balls flopping in front of him protruding from the crotch hole in his black leather pants. He grabbed the younger man by his shoulders raised him to his feet and tossed the shocked youngster back toward Gage.



Here hold him for me for later.



And then he quickly stripped off his leather pants and jumped up on the crate straddled the older sailor s pelvis and spitted himself on the man s well-endowed and engorged dong.



The sailor was surprised but he was horny and game. Hello he said with a big smile. Where did you come from Beautiful? And what elephant did you steal this lovely huge cock from?



Emile pumped the sailor vigorously and his cock and balls beat on the man s belly and chest at least briefly until the older sailor took possession of them. It took a hand each to hold Emile s balls and the man was able to arch enough forward to get the glans of Emile s cock in his mouth which was a mouthful in its own right.



This didn t last too long though because the sailor shot his load which caused Emile s cock to harden. He was back off the crate top in a flash and had his mouth to the sailor s asshole moistening him up there. The sailor was having a jolly old time of it throwing out directions on his likes and dislikes as he had for the younger sailor. But Emile was just ignoring him.



The sailor s cock was hardening again and Emile turned his attention to that. He grew weary of the sailor s comments on what to do and he buried his teeth in that throbbing vein running on the underside of the cock and drank his fill replacing the sailor s blood with toxic saliva which quickly quieted down his prey. He then took his cock and entered the sailor churning around in him at the ten- and eleven-inch depth for as long as it suited him. When he d had enough of this he forced himself in the remaining nine inches ripping and shredding and slathering his cock in blood. He held himself in check then. He was saving his load for the younger sailor.



When he had calmed down he withdrew from the older sailor s inert body and turned to retrieve the younger prize from his chauffeur and companion only to be petrified in shock.



What he saw when he turned was a naked Gage pelvis to pelvis with a naked young sailor whose long lithe torso was arched back. His dull dimming eyes were staring at Emile almost as if he was pleading for help. Blood was running around the base of the cock sheathed by the young sailor s asshole and down the thighs of both men. Gage turned his now-violet eyes toward his mentor a big sly smile on his face and he languidly put an arm under the young sailor s back raised the torso toward him and as Emile stood frozen in shock Gage buried his teeth in a carotid artery running up the side the sailor s neck and sucked blood deeply. The youngster s head lolled back and he was gone.



Gage slowly released his hold on the sailor s body which drifted toward the ground as it slid off of Gage s twenty-inch cock. Emile just stood there in disbelief as Gage pulled belts from both of the dead men s discarded pants attached one to the other and neatly bound Emile s hands behind him disabling those sharp nails of his mentor and lover. Then Gage pushed Emile down on top of a crate on his back and went around and tied off the belts so that Emile was stretched on top of a crate and denied the use of his hands and arms.



Gage then came around and sucked off Emile s gigantic cock stealing the magic semen Emile had intended to mix with the rich blood of the younger sailor himself. Now two magic loads were being combined two master cocks and two monster ass canals were at play.



After Emile ejaculated Gage held his legs out entered him slowly plowed his way down to twenty inches and churned around and pumped at various depths. Emile was still numb from the sudden change in circumstance but this was a fuck like no other fuck he d had in his long long life and he was enjoying the ride. His own cock had reengorged and was stroking up Gage s magnificent belly and into his chest cleavage matching stroke for stroke with the pumping Gage was doing deep inside him. Twenty-one inches and then at twenty-two inches the two shot off their magic loads once more almost in unison. Gage pulled out and lowered his mouth and licked up all of the life-giving semen Emile had shot up his own belly and chest.



Then he moved his lips to where Emile s tender groin met an inner thigh searching for that throbbing vein. When he found it he sank his teeth in it and drank.



As Emile s eyes dimmed the humming sound increased in his ears and he began to zone out he almost embraced what was happening. He d grown tired of the life he had known. Hovering in the shadows for centuries trapped in the need to hunt and kill to maintain youth a youth that he nonetheless could not enjoy. He loved Gage now and what he was doing as he had never loved anyone before.

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His First Taste of a Man

My buddy Joe and I had just gotten back to his house after a friend s keg party to celebrate our high school graduation. We were 18 years old free to do what we want and we partied hard all night stumbling back to Joe s house drunk off our asses. We went down to his basement where he has his room far away from his parent s room upstairs. Joe put the tv on and we sat around trying to sober up. I don t know about him but I was so fucking horny after spending half the night around the biggest cock teasing girls from our grade. Actually I would have fucked one of them at the party if she hadn t passed out drunk as I was fishing my hard cock out of my pants. That bitch left me with a rock hard cock and aching balls that I had envisioned unloading all over her big tits. I had hoped to go get myself off after that scene but the bathroom was full and it never happened.

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So here we were at Joe s drunk and horny not ready to call it a night just yet. Joe suggested we toss in a porn flick to which I gladly obliged. We started watching together and I could feel my dick growing down my leg as the scene on the screen got hotter. I don t know what made me look over at Joe but I glanced in his direction and noticed a bulge in his jeans as well and his fingers beginning to linger in his crotch area hoping to start rubbing himself. I was shocked to find myself curious to see my friend s penis and even more shocked to feel my own penis getting even more painfully erect at the thought. I HAD to stroke my cock and I told Joe I needed to hit the bathroom and I would be right back.



When I got into the john I quickly unzipped my pants and freed my huge hardon and I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft. As I started to get into a rhythm rubbing my cock Joe banged on the door yelling how he needed to piss also. Fuck! All I wanted to do all night was shoot my load! I told him to hang on and I forced my hard cock back into my constricting pants. I flushed the toilet and opened the door Joe pushing right by me and unzipping his own pants by the toilet. He showed no concern for the fact that I was still in there with him and he just kept on pissing. As I made my way out I caught sight of his cock in the mirror and my eyes widened in my head. Even in its semi soft state as he urinated Joe s dick dangled halfway to his knees. My shaft instantly tented my pants in the crotch area and I remained still as I watched him finish. As the last drops shook from his hanging cock he peered up into the mirror in front of him and saw my reflection staring back. To my surprise he shot me a quick sly grin and as he drops of piss subsided Joe turned to face me his dick still hanging out of his pants.



I stared at it as my hand automatically went to free my own cock and start rubbing myself. I don t know if it was because of the alcohol or just sheer horniness but I dropped to my knees on that bathroom floor and leaned forward until my buddy s dick was right in my face. For a moment I just knelt there while this massive piece of meat lingered in my face I could breathe in the hotness and scent of his prick which was now drooling precum. I couldn t believe this was happening and as Joe whispered for me to do it I left any remnance of inhibition behind and I wrapped my lips around his head. My first thought was how warm it was as I felt the heat pulsating out of it. He shifted forward as if to fuck my mouth and several more inches of man meat slid deeper into my throat forcing me to gag a bit but I kept at it.



Joe let out several moans as he started to buck his cock in and out of my mouth as my tongue bathed his thick tool with my saliva. As I did this I let my fingers massage and squeeze his hanging balls full of their hot cum. I slid my tongue down his entire shaft which had now hardened to its full nine inches and I slipped one of his oversized nuts into my mouth and sucked it gently while my hand continued to pump him.



In the meantime Joe had sat on the toilet seat for better support and his hands kept my face buried in his crotch with me mauling his monstrous proportions of cock meat with my mouth and tongue. My own cock was a steel pipe by now and the precum was leaking out of me onto the floor. I could smell our hot sex and that made me even hotter for Joe s snake. I worked him faster with my hand as my tongue licked the underside of his shaft and the combination brought Joe to the brink of orgasm. He took over jerking his cock with his own hand and I kept my mouth wide open as his pumps got quick and hard. He gave it two or three more pumps and then I felt his cock stiffen the anticipation of feeling my first ever load of man cum was maddening! Before I knew it his giant cock exploded into my face some of his hot white cum landed in my mouth and some splattered onto my cheeks and eyes but I didn t care as squirt after squirt kept erupting from his dick. I wrapped my tongue around his shaft as he nutted into my mouth with the last few spurts of his milky cum. I swallowed whatever I could of it scooping some of the globs off my cheeks and sucking it down. As Joe s cock started to deflate I surprised him by deepthroating his big fuck tool slurping up the last drops off cum from his cock.



We looked into each others eyes amazed at the scene that just went down. And as I rose up from my knees my cock hung at eye level to a fatigued Joe. He took my shaft into his hand and told me it s my turn and let s move this show into his bedroom. He got up and led the way never letting go of my hard cock leading us into his room where the fun would continue in the cumming chapter?

Two pretty 19 y.o. boys getting dead drunk, enjoying anal sex and sucking each other`s cocks

First Encounter

Even though we never talked about it afterwards looking back I kind of think James knew what I had in mind when I called him and asked if he d like a few drinks. When he asked what the occasion was I had replied to loosen some inhibitions maybe. I knew he was gay and I think he had a pretty good idea I was interested at least curious. Although we d never watched any of his films before he had caught me looking through his gay porn videos once and another time I asked him where he got them. He knew I was interested too I think because I would make comments about how nice this guy looked or about whether or not some actor or other had a big dick and that was why all the actresses loved him. I m a nervous and shy man by nature and at the bar it took a few drinks for me to settle down and get used to the crowd. But it was about that time that James decided he didn t want to hang out at the bar anymore. Perhaps he could see my inhibitions were fading. He said we could have a few more drinks over at his place if I liked.



His apartment always smelled of vanilla candles. When we got there he lit a few . . . I don t remember how many but enough to give the room a sensual romantic glow as we had a glass of white wine. Still I felt unable to tell him what I wanted the wine still hadn t seemed to do its job quite yet. Still I was hinting around—putting my hand in my pocket to adjust my scrotum and telling him it was never quite comfortable placing my hand on his knee what he made a funny remark about something. After we finished two glasses of wine James took the bottle and said I think we ve had enough. He picked up the glasses and told me he d be right back. I feared that maybe I offended him that perhaps he thought I was mocking his sexual persuasion. And he was taking a long time just to take the glasses back into the kitchen. While he was gone I started thinking of how to apologize to him that my intentions were totally different that I didn t mean to offend him and maybe just maybe if I told him why I was really there then we could do something together that something I wanted but was too afraid to say outright.



When James returned though I saw that he had read my intentions correctly from the beginning. He came back dressed in only a purple silk robe tied together loosely at his waist. I couldn t see too much because of the candlelight so I couldn t tell if he was erect or not yet. But I was getting there as soon as I saw him. I could only sit there and wait for what he might say next. I didn t wait long.



You think you re sly Chris? he asked me. Trying to entice me to make it with you. If you would have come right out and said what you wanted it s hard to tell what might have happened. He smiled. Oh we would have done it he continued but now now it has to be done my way. I wasn t sure what he meant by that but the edge in his voice the command almost turned me on made me willing to do as he asked. Still I couldn t form any words to reply to him. I only sat there waiting for what seemed like ages for what would come next. Despite the wine we had had I was again beginning to tremble a little. An excited needful tremble shook through my limbs as I sat there waiting. Well? James asked.



Yes? I replied still trying to make out what was happening behind the belt of his robe.



You want me don t you? he asked. My reply was a simple mm-hmm. Good I think I need someone fresh someone yet untouched. But how do I know you re untouched? Oh I could take your word for it but I think a little inspection is in order. I liked the sound of that even though I wasn t sure what he meant by it. I want you to stand up he went on and take your clothes off for me. Everything expect your underwear.



The request was simple enough but hearing it made my cock grow larger than it already had. The idea of him watching me pushed it even more. Standing up I began to oblige taking my shirt off first then unzipping my pants and letting them fall to the floor stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Instinctively I moved my hand down and rubbed my dick wanting to stimulate it even more. No James commanded. You cannot touch yourself. You have to leave it all to me. That rocked my world. I had masturbated hundreds of times letting myself reach the point of cumming before I would stop and let it all settle back in and I began again. This experience I knew would be like that but much more intense. To make him happy I couldn t touch myself a thought like that had never crossed my mind. I had thought that this would an experience totally for me but was finding that this would be his pleasure too. Not touching myself became even more difficult as James undid his belt and let his robe fall to the floor. I saw his cock for the first time. It wasn t exactly hard but it hadn t grown too much and it bobbed merrily as he walked towards me standing in front of me and planting a kiss on my lips. The kiss soon grew then his tongue was in my mouth and mine in his as we explored each others mouths. But just as it became very passionate he withdrew and stepped back and kneeled in front of me.



There he ran his finger down the bottom of my shaft which was pushed against my briefs and ready to pop out. James took a finger on either side of the elastic and slowly very slowly pulled my briefs down. I swear I thought I could hear a pop as my cock tasted the air free from its encasement. Nice he said blowing softly on it. What is it a good eight inches? I shrugged my shoulders not sure what to say. A dribble of precum hung from its tip. Look at that James said in a cute voice. We must take care of that shouldn t we? And then for the first time James put his lips around my cock only the head and lapped away the precum that was there. I thought that maybe I would cum then and there but he moved away. Again instinctively I reached for my cock but James caught my hand in his and said Oh no no touching I said. Now you need to place your hands on top of your head and keep them there until I am finished. I did as asked and could only wonder what would come next.



He pressed my cock against my belly and with an open mouth blew hot air onto it cradling my balls with his other hand as he did so. He then blew on them with the same hot breath before blowing cooler breath on them. I was in agony I could feel myself close to cumming but I couldn t not yet this had to go much further than this. Sensing that I was could cum he pulled on my scrotum as if to alleviate the need. That worked but I settled even more when he moved behind me and ran his hands against my bottom. You can take your hands off your head now he told me (I had actually forgotten I had them there to begin with). He then asked me to bend over and grab a hold of my legs. I did as asked but must admit I was kind of frightened. I hadn t thought of anal nor had I ever tired it on myself but now I was faced with it. I thought back to what James had said earlier about if I had only been a little more straightforward. But now as he had said he was calling the shots and I knew he must be allowed to do what he wanted. He spread my cheeks apart and like he had done with my balls began to blow into my ass. He was so close I thought I could feel his lips touching me. The feeling was strange and new and most of all very stimulating. He continued to blow cradling my scrotum from behind his grasp fluctuating between a commanding firmness and a caring gentleness.



Finally he stood up and took me by the hand and led me to the couch where all of this had begun. He laid back on the couch and made me kneel before him. Here I am Chris James said. This is what you want really? Isn t it? My cock. I nodded my head. I did want it. It was very erect a good eight inches swollen and red. I could see that James had became just as excited with his inspection as it had made me. I leaned onto of him and kissed him and our cocks touched. I felt the precum emanating from him mingle with what was coming from me. It was magical surreal in the candlelight that still glowed erotically through the room. Take me he said take me into your mouth. It s what you want and what I want for you . . . for us.



I obliged for both of us. The cock tasted sweet and the precum sweeter as it dripped in my mouth. I took James in as far as I could to my throat. I feared at first that I might gag but it didn t happen. Oh it was wonderful! I sucked on him attentively like someone caught up in a good book. At first he laid there and let me do what I needed to do but soon he started moving his hips in motion with my mouth. I could feel his swelling more inside my mouth and I could taste more and more trickles of him releasing into my mouth. I wondered what it would be like to take a load into my mouth and I sucked harder and harder as he thrust harder trying to get him there. But it wouldn t happen. As I heard him release his first serious moan he pushed my head away from him and stood up telling me to bend over the couch. The fear I had of anal was about to be confronted but at the same time that fear had turned into a dire need. I bent over the couch as asked.



Not too far I pleaded.



Don t worry Chris my sweet he said and entered me only about an inch maybe. As he entered I felt my own cock grow even more erect something I didn t think could happen. It was a little painful but it was a gratifying pain as he moved in and out of me and his moans became more intense as he released into me. I felt myself filled with his cum as he moved in and out of me and stroked his own cock to aid the release his hand slapping against my butt. We moaned together has he released himself entirely. He didn t exit right away though but remained there rubbing my back and letting his breathing come under control. He pulled himself out finally and I could feel his ejaculate dripping from my ass and he took his finger and played with it a second before grabbing my hips and turning me over onto the couch.



There were no words. James went right to work on me. The feel of his sucking on my cock was more than I had ever imagined. He was an expert rolling his tongue in the right places along the head taking me to his throat pulling on my sack he did everything perfectly. I knew from the start I wouldn t last long. Within only a few moments I began to cum. James pulled off of me a moment and the cum splattered in his face and I was back on his mouth. He sucked every bit out of me then leaned up and kissed me. I could taste my own cum in his mouth and our tongues intertwined. All I could think of was that this was all I wanted and James my friend now my lover had made it come true.



Afterwards we sat in silence for a long time laying naked next to one another our hands cradling each other s now soft cocks. Thank you I finally said.



There will be more he assured me with a smile.

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Glen Passes Inspection

So who is he? the Captain asked staring down at the stowaway writhing in the couch.



SB had been stunned when he had seen how good looking the man was. The stowaway already had enough going for him in the action department to have looked as ugly as a galvanic warthog. SB would still have been more than satisfied with sexual use rights in return for making the man s trip passenger class comfortable. But writhing in pleasure on the couch he had found a prime human male. Extra prime and all natural.



Captain Prong loosed the couch s webbing and opened up the stowaway s clear compression suit.



Hooee he whistled admiring the naked body before him and particularly the hard thick 10inch erection that had popped out. So what s he doing here? He ain t some passenger s mindless fuck toy running loose is he? Prong asked stroking his own plasma enhanced twin cocks to stiffness.



No he s all human. But he s got a block.



The medic frowned that was the one thing that wasn t perfect about the stowaway SB hadn t been able to get any info out of the man s mind. Not even a name.



So he s a crim. Shit Prong said his cocks flagging. How d he get in here then? I ll kill security.



He jumped into the cargo bay just before departure. A ray blast hit the hull just behind him.



What? Prong yelled



Hold on Captain it wasn t an enforcement ray it was a private one and low power ship s fine. Then he hopped on the couch just as we red lighted. Knew what to do. He s traveled before. And Captain he s all natural.



What? The captain said his 2 cocks slipping to hang mode. That ain t natural. Shit. But hey some of the passengers will like it.



Personally the Captain mistrusted any guy whose sexual organs weren t artificially enhanced.



But he s been maximized the medic replied smiling.



After ten years working on phallic improvement therapy he had finally reached the point where if it weren t natural he didn t want it in any of his orifices thank you. Nor did he like his own quite nice natural tool in any enhanced ones. He knew what they did with those things - and it made him shiver just thinking about it.



Yep he s maximized SB repeated.



That he liked. Making sure a man or woman had got the maximum benefit of the genes they d been born with was natural . Yep a 10 inch (maximized) natural cock was just fine fucking in his arse. And a tight natural arse was just the best fuck.



I ll just wake him up and take him to my medical center the medic said getting business like as he released the couch s mental hold on the stowaway.



In seconds Glen was open eyed and smiling already snapped out of the four way fuck he had been enjoying in his mind. A small moan as the pulsing organic tubes slipped out of his slit and his well massaged arse was the only sign he gave that he was just emerging from 18 hours of all ways porno action.



Hi he said smiling up the two men standing beside him I m Glen. Nice to meet you. **



When they had told him he would have to contribute something to the running of the ship in return for staying on board Glen had smiled his agreement without giving it much thought. It was a long time since he had piloted anything bigger than a pleasure craft but hey there weren t many jobs on a ship that the didn t know something about.



The Phallic explorer prides itself on the quality and sexual experience of its crew Glen and I reckon you have what it takes opt make a real contribution opt the passengers enjoyment during transit the Captain droned as he stroked his left dick.



Glen s mouth dropped This is the Phallic explorer? The all male tour ship that offers its passengers the ultimate erotic holiday? he asked suddenly not sure if being part of Belinda s insane schemes to overthrow the government might not have been safer than being where he was now.



You got it Glen the Captain replied smiling broadly at the still reclining stowaway.



Glen gazed down at the two thick cocks the Captain had flopping about and wondered what sort of improvements some of the extremely well heeled passengers might have. The Captain reached down and stroked Glen s stiff rod Yep. I reckon you will have no trouble paying your way.



Cough the medic interrupted I have to take him for a full health check before he goes anywhere near anyone he said gruffly Now follow me Glen and hurry. I haven t got all day SB added leaving the bridge and striding off along the corridor and stepping into a drop shaft.



Glen stepped into the shaft behind the medic expecting to fall to the bottom. but instead the medic was suspended there and he just slipped slowly down past the man. And the medic placed his hands on Glen running them over his body as it slowly slid by him.



SB examined and tongued the feet casually as they slid past him then stroked and kissed the calves then the thighs finally slipping his hands and tongue between them. Glen slid to a halt suspended in the drop shaft as the medic s mouth and fingers made contact with his package. The hands explored his scrotum and rolled his balls about gently as the mouth explored his growing erection.



Is this part of the medical exam? Glen asked looking down at the black curly haired head of the medic now level with his phallus.



A preliminary SB chuckled. The first stage only Glen. I give a very thorough exam and there will be many many more the Captain insists on a healthy crew.



The medics hands completed a stimulating examination of his testicles before he began to mouth them and Glen groaned. He widened his legs and lifted them slightly in the weightlessness of the drop shaft as the medic s free hand slipped back to his still sensitive rim and the firm fingers explored the so recently occupied passage beyond.



The medic s vast and intimate experience showed in the effect he was having on Glen. Even after Glen s previous 18 hours of stimulation the medic s mouth and hands already had him quivering and whimpering and gasping.



Yes yes fuck Glen moaned as his erection grew to its full length and the action inside his arse had him dripping. Kiss me fuck me he begged.



The medic let Glen s body drift lower keeping his hands busy working Glen s cock and balls. Glen s hands were stoking his own nipples and belly and pulling the medics head to him as the medic kissed and licked and nipped his way up the slowly falling torso.



When they were face to face Glen fell on the medic s mouth and drove his tongue in as he wrapped his legs around the man s hips and positioned his hole over the medic s rigid 8 inch cock. The medic did some fancy hand work and Glen came his cream dampening his and the medics bellies as they moaned their approval.



The medic took hold of his tool and as Glen slowly descended onto it rotated it and stroked the head about Glen s well opened passage walls. Glen groaned and slowly released the medic s mouth running his hands down the man s torso to tangle in his pubic hair before moving back up to his nipples. As the phallus creeping ever higher inside Glen began to hit sensitive territory and he let himself lie back as they slowly continued to descend.



Glen was almost weightless getting all the support he needed from having his legs clasped about the medic s hips and whatever else he needed by having the medic s hard nipples clamped firmly between his thumbs and forefingers.



The medic yelped at the painful grip and cried out while running his own hands over Glen s exposed belly and chest grasping and tugging at the stowaway s fine trail of body hair and hard nipples



When the medic finally bottomed in him Glen groaned at the fullness and began to pump his hips. SB arched back getting even more depth inside the stowaway s passage as Glen increased his speed and pulled up further and further with each pounding. Soon he had the medics tool plunging up inside him to the hilt then almost leaving his passage each time he pulled back. The medic clawed at Glens s chest and tugged at his balls and cock as they rubbed against him and his own hips started to match the pumping rhythm of Glen s.



It was a few weeks since the medic had enjoyed an almost zero G fuck and a long time since Glen had. He had forgotten how much more pleasure he got when he could relax his whole body and just go completely with the sensation of something thick working inside his channel whether it was sliding up and down his passage gently or pounding it brutally and when it rotated he yelled out his approval.



Glen lost concentration and grasped at the medic s arms as he fell back further and further his head almost falling past his arse as he lifted his legs higher and tried to pull the medic s cock deeper and deeper into him with each driving stroke. His legs lifted up and splayed out behind the medic s back as his torso floated lightly held only by the medics firm grasp on Glen s hips as he now pumped the moaning and rehardening stowaway s body back and forth up and down.



Then SB began to rotate the near weightless body on his tool. He twisted Glen s hips about first one way then the other turning his passage on his tool grunting and moaning at the firm grip of the channel as it stroked around him. Then he pumped Glens tight passage as he rotated him and lost control completely as he twisted Glens body brutally around his throbbing pounding pole.



Glen cried out and writhed with the strange forceful movement of the tool inside him as it touched every part of the depth it had reached. And just before they landed the medic cried out and arched back filling Glen s channel with repeated bursts of the cream he had been holding for this moment. Glen felt the heat of it and moaned loudly with each burst.



SB withdrew his cock with a slurp as he pulled Glen upright and the stowaway straightened his legs his feet touching down gently at and bottom of the drop shaft along with the medics as they arrived at the level of the clinic.



That wasn t a bad preliminary Glen said dreamily as he pulled the medic to him for a deep wet kiss.



Time now for your official examination the medic said when the kiss was over.



And wrapping his hand around Glen s refilling cock he led him through a sliding panel into the small but state of the art clinic.



Now I am going to have you sit back in this chair Glen the medic said.



SB indicated a sloping backed narrow seated chair with extensions arching up from each side of the seat and guided Glen to it still holding his cock as Glen turned and seated himself. The chair cradled him intimately pushing his hips forwards letting his back curl comfortably and giving him an excellent view of the medic s hand holding his dick. When the medic lifted Glen s legs and placed each one up on one of the extensions the stowaway smiled knowing that his puckered cum slicked hole was now clearly visible to the medic standing before him and perfectly positioned for another fuck.



So do we start the examination now? Glen asked ready and willing but wondering if he had the strength.



No. No. More preparation Glen you must know that good preparation always gives a better result said the medic smiling lasciviously leaning in for a kiss then producing a small steel box and opening it.



SB extracted a small clear button from the steel box and placed it on one of Glen s nipples it tickled no more then he took out another and placed that on the other nipple.



What are those for? Glen asked not feeling anything. He had expected them to be clamps of some sort.



I have to ensure that you are healthy the medic replied smiling.



Oh said Glen not sure what bit of his health his nipples showed.



The medic extracted a long thin sock shaped piece of clear film and slipped it over his patient s cock. My health again? Glen asked frowning



Of course replied the medic I have to monitor your sexual health Glen which on this ship means your ability to perform.



The medic removed another clear tube and moving forward between Glen s thighs ran his fingers up and down the soft inner parts of his patient s thighs then teased and circled his rim smiling as he held Glen s eyes with his.



You obviously enjoy your work SB Glen responded quivering a little and smiling back at the medic who had already given him plenty of enjoyable attention



With you Glen I do not think of this as work. Let s say youre examinations will be a wonderful excuse for me and you to share many pleasurable hours of fucking



Glen laughed lazily and arched as the medic finally slid the clear soft tube into his anus and sighed Oh oh. Then It s going deeper. Oh yes he moaned feeling the soft plasform begin to move up and expand inside him.



The medic applied more buttons to Glen s chest his feet and hands and neck.



My health still? Glen asked huskily now quite aroused and curious about what was happening. And how do those tell you about my healthy ability to perform?



Oh you ll find that out very soon the medic replied fixing Glen with his eyes again as he stroked his fingers up his inner thigh again before planting a last button in the middle of it. He stroked the thigh for a little longer seeing Glen filling more from the stimulation.



Unhm Glen sighed liking the feel of the medic s hands on him as well as the sensation of the tube settling inside him.



Now relax Glen I m going to start measuring your sexual responsiveness to various stimuli the medic said leaning forward and kissing Glen full on the mouth and slipping a final unexpected button inside it and onto his tongue



Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm the medic hummed taking out a small remote and pushing the start button.



Glen felt nothing for a few moments. Then it began. So faintly at first that he wasn t sure anything was happening. His nipples began to ping slightly and he sighed feeling the stimulus increase till he was crying out and writhing from the pleasure pain of the exquisite torture they were undergoing. Then that stopped and shivers were running up and down Glen s inner thighs his cock jumped and his ass spasmed as the shivers became stronger and again he was crying out and writhing in the chair. When they stopped he fell back sweating and reached for his engorged cock



No not yet Glen the medic said pushing his hand away. Glen couldn t help grasping himself until the medic pulled his hands to the side and clamped them gently down.



Then Glen felt his feet were being caressed and his cock jumped higher. The unstoppable intimate attentions moved over his body occasionally introducing him to erotic sensations he had never felt before. He discovered that only a small stimulation of his inner ear had his hips bucking in mindless ecstasy and his passage had only been stimulated for moments by the insert before he came overwhelmed by the way his body tingled and throbbed from the attentions it was receiving.



The medic saved the data for future reference released Glen s hands and moving between Glen s thighs sunk his fingers into his puckered hole probing in there and stretching his passage further. Glen pulled him into another deep possessive kiss as the medic stripped the buttons from his chest. When he could SB bent his head to suck and nip at the exposed dark tips as Glen moaned and thrust his chest out and pumped his hole up and down on the probing fingers.



Then the chair was being lowered until Glen s head was level with the medic s own cock and Glen leant forward and swallowed it. He rolled it in his mouth lovingly tonguing at the soft domed cap trying to probe the soft slit with his pointed tongue tip stroking the veins with his tongue sliding his lips up and down it rotating it in his mouth . The medic groaned and grabbed Glen s hair and began to pump into his face. Glen opened his throat and took in as much as he could wrapping his fist about what he couldn t take and sucking deeply on the thick rod.



The medic pulled out to shoot his cum over Glen s muscular chest giving him back his cock to clean then bending to lick up his own cum from the stowaways chest.



Did I pass? asked Glen relaxing back as the chair rose again. He was spent at last and drowsy as his hands caressed the medic s chest and belly.



You reacted well the medic replied applying a stimulator to his own cock so he could fuck Glen himself one last time before the man fell asleep exhausted. Your erotic responses are all in the high range. Of course we haven t tested you as a top yet. Or with multiple penetrations. But that can wait.



Oh gasped Glen wondering if he would survive whatever went with being tested as he fucked and feeling the medics cock stroking his entrance briefly before it was worked into his ass alongside the plasform tube. Oh no he gasped feeling the fullness of the firm tube and a thick cock stretching him just inside his entrance.



Is it too much? the medic asked stopping his penetration just inside the rim of the muscle



Oh gasped Glen feeling himself opening. Oh no. Just hold it. Oh. he gasped again as the medic moved the chair s extensions wider apart and slightly higher spreading Glen s thighs wider apart and opening his ass wider.



Yes sighed Glen No don t stop he croaked but gasping again as the medic moved in deeper. Then he was taking it moaning encouragement and arching his body in the chair as he was well plowed one last time before falling asleep with the medic still stroking up inside him.

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Bi First Time Debauch

I d been incredibly high on cocaine. Two three four months of constant partying.



My story isn t epic. There was no fall and rise of a man or the questioning of ethics. I wasn t derelict. I went to work did the routine but I lived for the high in those months.



Even now when I look back I would love to be as carefree again to enjoy the thrill...



What thrill? For me cocaine opened up a sexual floodgate. Every sexual thought sexual idea sexual want sexual impulse coursed through my body to the nerve endings.



Yes I had coke-dick (limpness for the layman) when I did a lot...and I did a lot. I was an animal...there was never enough cocaine.



I was hanging out with a girl. Cute? Yes. Bitch? Yes.



She talked a good game about sexual adventure but she never delivered. She loved to see me naked...she loved to be touched...She blew me once...I came on her face once....she wanted me to kiss her...cum hanging off her cute lips...on her nose...I would ve said yes.



I d bought a bag of the stuff...my own stash.



I was ready to get laid...but more-so...you know...get fuckin freaky...you know rimming her ass pissing on her being pissed on her begging for anal tying her up slapping spanking her.



Tonight would be different.



My room generated electricity. I was alone nude in the dark. I was feeling horny. My thoughts raced...



I wanted some action...I logged onto an Adult Community...I surfed a bit....I ended up in the Male Only chat room...



And there he was...but Alex had another name onscreen...



I d French-kissed a guy when I was 18...on a dare. I was nervous but didn t mind it.



Is it the coke...latent homosexuality...natural curiosity??? I don t know...but I wanted the rush the rush of doing something ...



Doing something considered not right by my peers...my straight-laced upwardly mobile...say things to shock...affirm-my-heterosexuality-by-bashing-others-but-never-having-a-girl-in-the-sack...friends.



Alex was approachable and immediately interested...we chatted privately...got to getting to know one another...I stared at his picture lean hairless hot.



We were a great match that night...I wanted to be blown he wanted to be face-fucked...



He made a move...invited me over....I didn t think...I said yes...directions...shower...another couple lines...in my car...driving to see Alex.



He lives in an affluent high-rise. I met him downstairs at the tenant vehicle entrance. He let me in...



Small talk...I hate small talk...zigzagging through hallways an eternal elevator ride...into his place...



He s educated and athletic...books art exercise gear...



We stand across from one another admiring one another.



His mouth moves. Take off your clothes.



Okay. I feel stupid and small. I m nervous. My heart beats...is it the coke or because I m about to let a man see me naked wantonly?



My shirt comes off...he eyes me his look wondering to my crotch.



I breathe deeply and begin to unbutton my jeans...I kick my shoes off...I fight for balance as I take my socks off...



I want him to enjoy this...is he?



No more small-talk...small comfort.



I slide fingers into my boxers...my penis is thickening. They come off without any resistance. I thought I would have fought the impulse to strip...that somehow I would excuse myself and get to my car where it s safe.



I m more naked than I ve ever been.



He takes a few steps closer. I look down...I can t look him in his eyes.



Sit. And I do.



He takes off his shirt and sits on the ground before me. Now I m hard. Any shame is gone. He makes me feel okay to have a hard-on around him.



He looks up at me and all I remember is his hand enveloping my cock and saying.... You re hot. then he begins to suck my cock.



I look down. The room is ablaze in light....my senses are reeling...this isn t real...I m fantasizing again...



He blows me...he knows HOW to blow me...very wet very deep...he sucks my shaved balls...he wants me to thrust into him...how I wish the girls I ve been with wanted to be used like a fuck-doll...I just want to fuck their mouths...their pussies their asses...that would have kept me interested...they would have had my love and dedication.



Its never just sex in a relationship with a girl though it s a lot of caressing and emotions...this is raw.



He stretches his cheeks with my cock...he takes his time rolling it with his tongue...savoring it...liking it. How does a man like a cock in his mouth so much???



He jerks me slowly while tightly sucking my tip or my balls...



I want to cum for him...to perform for him...somehow that act would show him my appreciation...Will he swallow my cum? Please let him swallow my cum.



He sucks me for what feels like an eternity.



Want to go to my bed...I can lay back with my head off the bed and you can face fuck me while I jerk off.



I panic...things are different on a bed...will he pull me to him? Will he try to kiss me? I can t do that...I m not comfortable with the bed.



No. I try to sound in control... Finish me off here.



I don t really understand dominance control and submission.



Alex wanted to be used. I was not the one to use him. I wanted to explore this new situation.



I reached for his penis. It was longer and thicker than mine hairless. I stroked him. He sucked me.



I had him stand...I wanted to suck him...I hesitated but it was easier than I thought. I took him in and I sucked him...it wasn t hard to deep-throat...I don t know why girls complain about orally satisfying a man. He didn t let me for long.



He wanted dick more than me...he sucked me until he was tired...I was covered in his saliva...it felt nice and warm covering my cock balls leaking to my ass.



Why hadn t I cum? Was it the coke nervousness a combination of both?



He was done though...He asked me to jerk-off. He watched me.



It was odd watching him watch me jerking off.



I had to tell myself it was okay. I finally came for him. I came a lot. I never had so much cum before or again.



And there I was naked saliva and cum-covered with a man between my legs...he stroked me slowly as I calmed down.



He offered me his shower. He watched. I asked him to join me. He declined.



I dressed.



I left.



I ve often fantasized about oral sex with a man again. Now without the coke healthy alert.



Maybe someday a young in-shape hot man will want me again...until then I ll continue trying to figure how to make a woman want to be my sexual object.

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Hot Summer Night at the Beach Ch. 04

John was still in another world it would seem dreaming about one of the girls whose image he kept in his wallet. He was mine but I wanted more. A few hours had passed and it was possible that the friends that had deposited John on the bench at the boardwalk had returned to their lodgings.



After disengaging myself I got out of the car and went around to the passenger door and opened it to give me a few last sure minutes of total access before getting John s slacks back in place without the protection of his Jockey shorts for the ride back into town. Before returning to the driver s seat I got the room key out of his pocket.



The back of the tag was embossed with a P.O. Box and the guarantee of postage if dropped in a letter box. On the front it had the hotel name and a house and unit #. A couple of the downtown hotels had bought up nearby summer lodging houses a number of years ago. They rented these two and three bedroom apartments with a kitchenette by the week or month only keeping their main rooms for shorter rentals. It appeared that the graduating seniors had booked one of these. One of the graduates had probably stayed there with family a previous Summer and booked it early for their graduation week at the beach. Or perhaps it was a graduation present from parents or grandparents.



Finding the location easily I drove around the block slowly. The area seemed dead enough so I pulled into an alley just to the side of their building. John was still out cold but I had no idea for how long. Opening the passenger door I turned his upper body so that I could slide him out onto the grass just behind a picket fence. I put his wallet back in his pocket and giving him a parting grope. I realized that I needed to pee badly so I got a large styrofoam cup out of the car and after filling it I prepared the next possibly necessary cover. Slowly I poured my own warm pee down the crotch and lower leg of John s chinos. At times I have even used a smaller quantity of my own pee on a drunk while he was in my car. If I am concerned that he may regain consciousness this provides a wonderful subterfuge and total confusion and embarrassment for him granting me not only greater control but an explanation of why I am trying to get him out of my car and or mopping up his crotch to keep it off of my upholstery.



I pulled the car to the other end of the alley and parked on the side street. I could hardly contain myself. Here I was with the key to who knew how many rooms and more importantly how many drunk and/or sleeping high school grads.



Always the good Samaritan if anyone was awake I would invoke their help getting John in. If not I would see how else I might help.



Walking back to the entrance with a last check on John I put the key in the lock and slowly released the latch. Opening the door I smelled vomit right off. The lights were all on in the living room as was the TV. On the sofa was a passed out young man with a Marine style buzz cut jeans and a white T-shirt. His head was hanging over the edge and whatever he had consumed over the last several hours that was not already in his blood stream was deposited on the floor beside the sofa.



Moving on to the bedrooms to know exactly who and what else I needed to contend with I found that this unit had three bedrooms. The one was empty. Another had the couple that had left John on the bench. There was no air conditioning and the windows were open. They were both breathing deeply on top of the covers. She in her bra and panties he in his white Fruit of the Loom briefs. The third bedroom had twin beds each occupied. The one young man was the one that had poked John in the car to see if he could talk with him earlier in the night. He was snoring loudly.



I should tell you that I have had several opportunities to explore the body of a drunk/sleeping young man when he was with his girlfriend and this is perhaps one of the most exciting experiences that I have ever had. There is something about a boy and girl being together obviously each with budding hormones pulling them together and then to have them both surrender by losing consciousness. Each has in a way forsaken the other and left not only themselves but their partner as well vulnerable to whatever fate or more specifically what I may choose to do with them.



Do you need to ask where I will begin? First however I went back through the rooms checking to see if I had missed anyone and to see that everyone was comfortable. Looking out the front door there did not appear to be anyone out on the street. I put the chain on this door so that I wouldn t be surprised by any more late arrivals. I also found that the kitchen had a door out the back which was not far from where I left John. There was no key for this door just a dead bolt. This could prove useful later. There was a cold pot of coffee by the sink. I helped myself to a large cup wanting to be at peak alertness.



Returning yes you were right to the young couple from the beach I watched their young bodies curled next to each other as I could only imagine what they have already experienced in their short lives. She clearly had gotten to party as she wanted and neither was feeling any pain. Both were breathing deeply in slow even rhythm. I placed my hand gently but firmly on his abdomen and just felt the warmth and movement for a while. It s at this stage that sometimes it is all I can do to keep myself calm enough and not just stand there shaking.



You may have gathered from what little you know of me so far that my excitement is heightened by knowing the name and something about my subjects. Also while I strongly believe that nothing ventured nothing gained and there is no way that any of this is without risk I also do not believe in taking unnecessary risk. I can t tell you how many possibly golden opportunities I have passed up or bailed out on to error on the side of safety. While looking back I sometimes regret and fantasize about what might have been. This caution has also kept me safe thus far and trust me I have not gone without my share of scores.



On several occasions I ve watched as someone else has picked up where I left off. Watching both with fascination and sometimes regret that I had not pushed ahead myself. Rarely have I joined in with someone that I did not know.



Enough background and back to the couple at hand. He had the nicest treasure trail down into his Fruit of the Looms. There was just enough light from a floor lamp on the far side of the bed to see his goods as I gently pulled his waistband out and down. His shorts and shirt were on the floor beside the bed. Reaching down I pulled out his wallet. His name was Bill and he was from the same High School and had been on the same teams as John. He was about four months older than John and slightly more developed. He had his girlfriend s high school I.D. in his wallet but she had gone to the Catholic School in the same town. Her name was Jennie. If only her parents knew what she left herself open to. All things considered it could have been much worse for her than to have had it be me. She would be a player but it was he that I would ravage given the chance.



Planning ahead always with alternate possibilities open to depending on how events worked out I considered their body placements. Facing each other as they were I decided to entrap his arms in her clothing. His right wrist I worked through and trapped in her bra his left hand I put down between her legs inside her panties. This would involve them with each other should I be interrupted by either of them coming around and cover my retreat.



Next I decided to get the Fruit of the Looms out of the way. He was on his right side so it would be easy enough to peal them off. Starting by turning down the waistband all the way around I placed my right thumb inside the waistband in the small of his back and my left thumb in his shorts with my wrist and left forearm against his tight abs. Slowly but surely pressing down into the mattress the underwear moved down three or four inches under his right buttock. This allowed me to start turning his briefs inside out from the top until his left cheek and pubes were exposed. Wanting him naked before I explored further I returned to the edge trapped under him and going back and forth worked carefully until I was pulling his only covering to his knees and then on off of first one leg and then the other.



This done I just had to gaze and catch my breath for a few minutes. My heart was racing and it was all I could do to calm myself enough to not shake.



I could not deny myself a brief whiff of the cotton that had held his crotch. Then quickly stashing them in a plastic bag for souvenirs I returned to the subject at hand. For a while my eyes took in everything while I started to gently stroke his entire body with my fingertips. He had what we would call today a perfect bubble butt. Smooth very little body hair anywhere on his body except in his pubes and armpits.



He had such full lips yet not too much and they parted easily as I pushed my finger in and felt his teeth. His jaw was slack and he started to snore a bit as I pulled it forward. Then I let my hand slide down his shoulder and side until I could move it in under his arm lock with Jennie. Exploring his taught abs and with no covering I could now snake my fingers through his long curly pubic hair and cup his manhood. He had a good five inches soft and although circumcised they had left him just a bit of skin. Given the time I could spend hours a this stage just imagining where his body has been what he has thought about when he spanked the monkey who has seen what I do now only Jennie? Teammates? Parents? Siblings?



But for now it is mine. Mine to posses and to change without his permission. I really do not like the look of a man that has shaved or trimmed his pubes too much. That is in part why the humiliation of finding himself that way wondering why how is such a turnon for me. Not to mention having something that personal together with his underwear for future jack off sessions.



Back to Bill he was a pleasure but then this was a night of treasures and not to be greedy I wanted a taste of it all. So I lifted his eyelid and seeing that he was far away I got out my scissors and started clipping off the red fluff that surrounded the still flaccid cock. I worked carefully but swiftly putting the hair in a small baggy as I went. I moved his upper leg just enough to get his scrotum free from his legs and the handling of his penis was starting to be just enough for him to become tumescent. I stroked him slowly with my left hand while I felt the smooth bubble but with my right.



Before I realized it I had started stroking his tight virgin sphincter and he was now rock hard. I covered my right index finger and my left palm with saliva and returned to my dual task. Gradually a slight moan escaped Bill s lips as my finger was admitted to his nomans land. His breathing was somewhat more rapid but still even and without a hint of his coming around. This was all autonomic reflex remote control or more accurately my control. His hard cock was now throbbing and I could tell that he was close to orgasm.



Then it happened just as Bill started to shoot I heard a noise in the hall as someone fell against the wall I froze as four five hard spurts of cum shot out of the turgid prick still in my hand. The next thing I heard was the toilet seat slamming and someone worshiping the porcelain god in the bathroom right next to this room in the hall.



Thank heavens I had pushed the bedroom door closed. I slowly stood up and tried to slow down my heart that was trying to jump out of my chest. Jennies left arm which was on the bed between them was covered in Bill s man seed. Too bad that she couldn t enjoy it. Not yet at least. I gathered everything together in case I needed to make a quick exit. I heard the toilet flush and I stepped into the bedroom closet for cover just in case.



The stumbling body came out of the bathroom with a slurred trail of speech talking to anyone no one himself and I could hear Damn couldn t you at least have made it to the bathroom? as he must have discovered the Marine type in the living room. This must be the the chap that had tried to awaken John back at the car by the boardwalk. He then came back up the hall and opened the bedroom door where I was and said Damn Bill you don t ever give up do you? He then went back in the bedroom across the hall and fell off the edge of the bed and started to snore.



I needed some fresh air. Taking my bag with me I closed Bill and Jennie s door behind be and went out the kitchen door to check on John. He had turned over on his stomach and was snoring away. Up the block I heard voices and they were not happy. The guy was wasted and trying to convince the girl he was with to stay with him. I could just make out as he tried to explain to her that his girlfriend s parents had not let her come at the last minute and that he had a double room. She was more sober appeared to be at least ten years older that he and said you re too drunk to do anything tonight anyway. I ll help get you to bed but then I ll see you tomorrow. It appeared that they might be coming to this house.



I slipped back inside. I quickly pushed in the button on both occupied bedroom doors and closed them then I took the chain off of the front door and retreated out the kitchen door to watch and wait. The woman was still arguing with the guy that would surely have fallen if he weren t leaning on her. Now standing directly in front of the house she said Bert you are in no condition to do anything much less to argue with me let s get you to bed. They went in the front door from which I had just left removed the chain.



After a familiar feel or two of John I walked to the car and added my new treasures to the ones already stowed. I walked around the block a couple of times to regain my composure and then slipped back behind the picket fence to wait and watch and enjoy John in the meantime.



In my plastic bag emptied of its earlier loot I had placed a couple of those throw away airline pillows. Gently and tenderly I placed one of these under John s head. I rolled him just enough to get the other under his abdomen so that he would be more comfortable.



to be continued...

Twink oils his stunning body

Shrimp-job Imposter!

My ad had said curious guy wants to meet and watch porn with a small guy like me. Not into kissing at all maybe trade handjobs. Please be around 4 inches. so when this big guy showed up about 6 feet tall I was wondering how small his penis could possibly be. He asked me So you don t want to do any kissing?



No I said I m not gay I just thought it would feel good to have someone else jerk me off.



Well how about you kiss my asshole he said. And when I just stared at him looking shocked he said You re gonna do what I tell you to or I ll tell everyone you know about that gay ad you posted. He then dropped his pants and bent over a bit.



Before he turned away I caught a glimpse of a long yet limp cock. If you do a good job I ll jerk you off too he smiled at me. Come on just stick your tongue up there he said as he backed up to where I was sitting on the couch. My heart was pounding I d never tossed a salad before and didn t like the look of his hairy ass. Next thing I knew he was shoving my head between his cheeks and shouting lick it you gay boy! I didn t want the neighbors hearing that but I could only make muffled sounds. My whole face was between his hairy butt cheeks and I couldn t fight him off.



Do it bitch! he shouted and I knew the neighbors heard that. So I stuck my tongue out and he moved his ass up and down. I licked his asshole as it slid into place. He moaned and told me to stiffen my tongue. Then I was forced to shove my tongue way up his tight hole. I rimmed his hole and darted my tongue in and out desperately hoping he would stop forcing me to toss his salad. I felt so degraded especially when he started saying that I was doing a good job.



He finally let go then turned around so I could see his cock grow to it s full 8 inches. In your ass or your mouth bitch? he asked. But as I opened my mouth in shocked surprise he simply stuffed his penis in. The head spread my lips wide open and I could barely keep my teeth off it!



I looked down at the huge thing as it slid 4 inches onto my tongue. MMMmmpphhhh was the only noise I could make. But mainly I was speechless having never intended to lick anyone s asshole much less a guys. And then to actually be sucking his big cock.



I looked up at him plaintively and he smiled and pushed further in making me gag. With his free hand he pulled out a camera and pressed a button. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed that he made me do gay things to him. Now I felt really humiliated knowing this would be on film but it was fear of him shoving his cock down my throat again that made me really start sucking his cock.



My god his cock was long and thick and it reminded me how small my own cock was. 3 Ð’Ð… inches was it s maximum size and the shaft was thinner than the puny head. He yanked my pants down to reveal my soft 1 incher. Oh look at the little weany there he laughed. I suppose you re a grower and not a shower eh? He lifted my legs and poked his cock at my butt crack.



Hey you said ass or mouth! I protested. But he started rubbing his member up and down my ass crack. I felt a spasm and my little weaner twitched a bit. Oh noooo I said as his huge head finally found my little sphincter. Ouch it hurt! But despite the pain of the stretching my dick was growing. Oh you like that I see he said That s less than 4 inches. He then backed off to suck my entire lil weaner easily. It s so small I can talk with it in my mouth.



He lifted me higher and fucked my ass while tugging me with 2 fingers. I moaned as he shoved it in again half way. My tiny hole was throbbing. Then he pushed all the way. The pain became intense as the shaft was thicker at the base. I cried out and the extremely full sensation made me feel like I was mid poop. He started thrusting and jerking me as his big balls slapped against my tiny sack.



I couldn t help it. Despite the pain I felt an orgasm growing deep in my bowels. My sphincter was throbbing around his huge cock I wondered if it would be loose forever now and if he would fuck me on a regular basis. He sensed my orgasm and rolled me onto my shoulders my cock pointed down at my face.



He took his cock out then shoved it back in. I screamed as my own cum splashed on my face. It splashed again and globs landed in my eye and mouth. I sputtered and squinted but squirt after squirt erupted from my small weaner.



barely any got in your mouth bitch now you better take my cum right in your mouth he told me. He put it in my mouth right from my ass.



Gallons poured out and I swallowed about half. He shot his last load on my face then spooned me and forced his semi hard schlong up my throbbing asshole again. he let out a startled moan and a warm feeling spread in my abdomen. Whoa double orgasm he said as his hips continued to buck back and forth.



That s called breeding you he said. I just breeded your boy pussy. I took your back door virginity and then impregnated your asshole with my jizz! And you liked it so much too. I can t believe all the juice that squirted outta that little thingy. I mean you tiny package must have been about to burst with that much cum bottled up.

Footjob lover takes his fuckmate to seventh heaven

It Was The First Time

It s the first time.



We ve known each other for a while but not in the flesh. This is the first time. The first time we have seen each other.



We ve talked for a long time millions of words back and forth between us. Fears likes needs. We ve talked about everything but this is the first time we will see each other.



We ve fucked a hundred times maybe more. Fucked each other in words in imaginings. But this is the first time we will touch each other.



It s taken a long time to get here and maybe we should have left things the way they were. Ignored the flesh the touch and the sound.



But hey were only human.



He comes into the restaurant and I know straight away it s him no need for the book he s carrying as a sign. We ve gone for old fashioned because in some ways that s how we are fashioned in an older time. I have the same book sitting on the table in front of me Gore Vidal s autobiography Point to Point Navigation . He doesn t pick me out quite so quickly but the light is a bit dim inside after the brightness outside.



I am immediately aware of him and nervous of him we are both smiling and saying Hello is it you? Hi. Well. Etc all that saying nothing - but everything about how we are nervous.



I reach out wanting to shake hands to touch him now. He reaches back and our fingers slide across each other before we grip our palms locking and we stay there hanging on making an intimate connection in a public place. Fingers palms locked and squeezing and releasing our eyes locked. For a while we are lost in that first touch. That first embrace.



My body is electric and I am sure his is even more so he is more physical than me. More easily aroused and quicker to flame up. Quicker to burn with passion. I feel him shake a bit and then we release each other. As if by some mutual reading of each other we know that to hold each other longer will mean we have to step closer and join in a way that wouldn t be acceptable here in public.



We order coffee we have to order something you can t sit and stare and mumble at each other without ordering something. We stare a lot or examine though it s not necessary its only confirmation.



Confirmation of the truths the slight exaggerations the difference in perceptions. I am overcome by his long strong fingers and I want to reach across the table and touch them finger tip to finger tip contact sending something running from my body through to his.



I ve had a good trip warm weather Me too he says yes only 3 hours me Oh two and a half. The freeways were clear today.



Neither of us has finished our coffee. But it s been long enough.



We leave the money on the table wanting to move on without interruption. We are in a private place now just us and we both know that the clock is ticking for us.



My room has a nice view overlooking a park filled with thickly planted tall trees that sit below the window like a carpet of green clouds. I have walked beneath them earlier and the ground under them is mossy or thick with leaves cool and dim. Secret. A place of coolness.



Not like my room where the heat between us is palpable and I know just what he likes but have fallen into a tearing kissing embrace with him behind the closing door. We both pant with the heat of our lust. He s hard I m hardening he s feeling stroking me with his body grinding it against me. Me I m feeling him with mine.



Then he eases me off him turns me and walks me into the room his hands on my hips. He s taken possession of me for the first time.



I m nervous. I m far less experienced at this.



But we fall back into that contact as he begins to undress me and I realize I have to do the same and feel dumb for being so lost in my heat and the feel of him.



I m shirtless in a moment and he has his mouth running over my chest lapping at my nipples making me close my eyes and stroke the rod I have released from his pants. He s thick and long. Then he is back at my mouth and I am losing concentration caught between his tongue in my mouth and the feel of his cock in my fist. His body so close his smell which I have just caught a wave of as he lifts his naked arms and wraps them about my neck. I love his smell. I love the feel of his chest against mine of his hair tangling with mine.



His hands descend to strip off my pants and I remember to push his down having to let go of his cock as I do. But then I m going down to make love to it with my tongue and lips. I kiss it and run my tongue lightly along the veins and flick his cap probing his slit and tasting him for the first time.



Smelling him for the first time tasting him and burying my nose in his curled hair catching it in my teeth as I move my mouth to his balls.



He has his hands on my head stroking it gripping it moving his hips to me and sighing. I swallow half his length and caress and suck it but he pulls me up and I want what I know he want s.



I step back to the bed and lie back and lift my thighs and open them for him. That s what I want too now desperately to feel him inside me. He strokes me and I arch moaning and almost coming from his touch and my heat and knowing that he s going to fuck me. He kneels and has his mouth at my rim and a hand on my cap running his thumb over it in circle and in a moment I ve released my cream and cried out for him.



He moves his finger to my rim and has locked eyes with me he s going to watch me I realise as he enters me for the first time. I stroke his arm with my hand as he pushes his finger into me and I close on it. He smiles and I say yes and smile back suddenly not nervous just wanting him inside me.



He does all the right things lubes me I cover him in latex. Then he is over me dropping his mouth to mine kissing me deeply as he directs himself to my entrance then looking down at me and him as he moves in. I watch his face now seeing how he likes what he feels with his cock as he gets inside me. I moan and gasp as he fills me discovering after the painful shock of him that I like his length and thickness.



He tests where he is and does something and I am leaking and moaning and writhing on the bed gripping the bedspread and telling him Yes oh there oh more oh yes oh god just right oh yes fuck me oh god yes fuck me .



He is leaning over me again and I reach around his neck and pull his face to mine as I tug at myself and he goes deeper inside me. I moan and roll my body in pleasure wanting to feel my skin caressed outside as well as I am being caressed inside. I wrap my calves about his hips and play with my nipples and his and tug my cock again.



I am lost in the fucking I am getting now we are both lost now. It s the first time we have lost ourselves with each other and he grunts and does two shuddering fucks into me and I know he s come. And I wish I could feel his hot cream filling me for the first time.



The clock is ticking and he reloads quickly and fucks me again stroking me till I shoot off before pulling out and letting himself go. He comes over my belly. I wipe his cream into my hair and skin and his hand joins mine as he joins me on the bed and we cling close and for a few more moments kiss deeply lost in each other s mouths.



It s the first time we have lain together spent and satisfied.



It was the first time.

Chris strokes his cock on camera

Taken by My Boy

Man attacked by thugs finds his son one of them



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This is a true story as told to me by a friend. Names have been changed to protect identities.



I was about to retire. A couple more years. I was looking forward to it. I was getting tired of teaching. I coached the sports teams and taught physical training at Obaledi College. I had a favorable rating--lost a few won a few. We were currently on a winning streak and I hoped that would last so I could go out on a positive note.



Life at home was okay. All but one of our kids were grown and out of the nest. Aaron our youngest still lived at home and was about to graduate from Obaledi.



That particular night the wife was in Florida visiting her sick mother and Aaron was out somewhere with his friends. I drank a couple of beers and fell asleep in the recliner while watching TV.



The first thing I knew I was waking up to guys grabbing my hands and feet. Before I could come to my senses they pulled me up out of the chair and threw me on my back on the floor.



When I started to struggle one of them held a long kitchen knife in front of my face. See this Coachie? Ya give us any trouble yer going to get hurt!



I looked up. Three men held me down. All were naked and all wore black hoods over their heads. The speaker was a young man but big. Built. Muscular. Powerful shoulders. big chest. A body-builder.



And he had a hardon a big one.



I looked from one to the other of those holding me down. Shorter not as muscular as the speaker--but they were strong enough to hold me. College kids no doubt since they knew I was a coach. Probably my own goddamned students.



I forgot to lock the front door. Bastards had come right through it. I saw piles of their clothes around the recliner.



I looked at them hard searching for something to identify them by since I couldn t see their faces. The big guy had a silver ring in his cockhead--a piercing a metal ring right through his piss slit and out the bottom of his cock--ouch!



One of the others had an outie belly-button. Okay not such a definite identifier but everybody s is different. I tried to memorize it. He too had a hardon but his cock wasn t the size of the big guy s.



The third one was a typical college-age male--I ve seen thousands of them in the locker rooms and showers. On his left shoulder was a tomahawk tattoo. Of the three he was the only one without a hardon and I got another weird thought: must be the only one not queer. The soft thing swinging between his legs was a hefty one though--Bet he s got a baseball bat when he s hard. Strange things you think when you re panicked. Who are you little bastards? I ll have you expelled for this!



The big one stuck the knifepoint against my neck. It hurt. Couldn t tell if he d drawn blood. Oh I don t think so Coachie. Story could end up them burglars broke in and left you dead on the floor.



Shit.



Then the guy with the knife (the damned thing from my own goddamned kitchen drawer) took it and started cutting off my clothes! Fucking perverts! What in hell are you doing?



Gittin back a little of our own Coachie--



-- Little of your own? Stop this you goddamned perverts! I m old enough to be your father!



Maybe but now yer gonna be my wife. They snickered and he kept cutting and pulling away my clothes. Look at that. Wears a jockstrap even around the house. Two knife cuts and I was naked. Then they rolled me over onto my belly and spread-eagled me.



Couldn t believe it. In the autumn of my life after I had two wives and four children I was going to be fucked by a man. He spread my legs wider and although I wasn t in a crouch at first I felt like a center with the quarterback behind me.



It was the opposite of a football game though the quarterback passed something between my legs to me: he sank his cock in my ass. The whole process was very slow and it hurt like hell. I wanted to yell or struggle but the bastards would not get the pleasure of hearing me cry out. I gritted my teeth and stood it. I couldn t move they held me securely. And there was the knife.



When he was in all the way--felt like the knife was in my guts--he started plowing. My rear end was on fire and tears ran from my eyes. Torture. Pure torture.



But finally after what felt like hours the pain reached a peak a point where it didn t get any worse. I could stand it. Maybe I ll live after all.



About the time I mercifully got used to the huge thing up my butt he pulled it out. My body cavity was stretched so wide I could feel the cool air up my backdoor.



Then he rammed back in and with my asshole tight around him like a slip-knot he growled Okay ya big bastard I m gonna cum!



His lunges became truly mind-blowing and I felt something I never thought I would--a warm fullness in my guts like drinking a hot toddy--the bastard was ejaculating in me filling me with his sperm!



He kept at it for a few more minutes grunting quietly ecstatically. Then Feel that Coachie? My cock loves ya--



-- Why are you doing this??



Remember the try-outs ya held a year ago? Remember the guys tryin their hearts out? No you had a hard-on fer Gafemini. He wasn t that much better n me --he gave me a particularly vicious lunge and I let out a yell-- None of em were better n us but we didn t make the team.



I wracked my brain trying to remember the dozens of guys who came to the try-outs. He pulled out growling The three of us are leavin town Coachie. Goin someplace where we can play someplace we get appreciated. He stuck his finger in my rectum swirling it around in the mess of his jism. Couldn t leave without gettin back at ya Coachie. Yeah that was good.



But it wasn t over. The next one took his place and again I got a cock up my ass. Same thing although it pissed me off to realize I was getting used to it. No man should have to get used to another man s dong up his ass! But I was glad it didn t hurt as much. The sons of bitches! Twice!



Something else: I realized that I myself had a hardon digging into the carpet. Oh fuck no! I am not getting an erection from these queers!



Rapist #2 got his gun and again I felt that warm fullness. Worse I didn t feel bad I felt good. Actually horny. Getting that feeling in my balls. Cold sweat broke out on my forehead. If these bastards keep this up they ll make me cum! The ultimate humiliation.



When bastard #2 pulled out my asshole felt warm and--I ll say it-- pleasant. When he stopped my orgasm stopped building and was I relieved! I looked back to see if bastard #3 the guy with the tattoo and the soft cock was going to take a turn.



Yep. He was soft no more and fuck! I was stunned. His jockstrap would have to be a size Giganto to control that thing! I ve seen Nigerians not hung as well. His mama must ve been fooling around in the pasture with the bulls.



This was no boy. This young student had a trailer hitch that was a real gay-cruiser--a tawny column sculptured rough with huge veins and ripples. He was stroking it and when he saw me looking he pulled back on it tightening the cockhead into a hot shiny ruddy-red thing that was downright frightening! Proud glowing taut commanding.



A terrible feeling swept over me a strange emotion. Jesus what a cock. It s beautiful. Wish I was hung like that. Never felt that way before. Something about the guy really got to me.



And when he mounted me and shoved that thing up my ass it hurt again--he was even bigger than the first bastard--but that time it was fucking weird! It hurt so bad I clenched my fists in the rug but at the same time it felt wonderful! A magnificent feeling! Glorious!



I bit my lip. Had to admit it: I actually wanted this guy to fuck me. And sure enough as the guy sank into me and started to pull out I couldn t help myself. I went into an orgasm!



The pain the shock the struggle--and that heavenly maddening stretch--made me want to scream with pleasure. I bit my lip forcing myself to be silent but the intensity was more than I could stand. Sperming all over the carpet I thanked God that I was lying on my belly and the rapists couldn t see what I was going through.



How goddamned demeaning! I had cummed after the guy gave me only two strokes! And without touching myself! I was so ashamed I wanted to cry.



But as the young stud continued to sock it to me the little bastard literally took me along with him straining out my climax into a long quavering piercing note that I swear to God must be the male equivalent of multiple orgasms.



When I finally felt the big stud cumming in me I actually felt grateful. Glad. Like I just got treated to something like I was just done a favor.



When he pulled out I was exhausted. I lay there sweating breathing in shallow gasps my legs splayed out. Open and inviting.



Actually exhausted. What the hell difference did it make anyway? If any of them wanted seconds there was nothing I could do about it.



I didn t look back up at them. I heard them pulling on their clothes. Don t git up for ten minutes old man or we ll be back with the knife!



Oh I got up all right. Ran straight to the closet and got out my shotgun. I grabbed some clothes and ran out of the house but of course no one was there. I went back in to call the police--but to tell them what? Burglars broke into my house and took me? Fucked me a man?



I turned on the lights and walked around--nothing was missing. Oh the six-pack of beer was gone from the refrigerator but I couldn t figure out how to call a squad car for just that.



The little bastards! What in hell was their problem? High on drugs most likely bad apples made even worse with narcotics. Little fuckers hope they get run over by a car! Except maybe that last guy. The one with the huge cock. Damn he made me feel good.



Couldn t sleep that night of course. I didn t really think they would come back but after I took a shit to get the jism out of my ass and stood in the shower running water so hot I almost boiled myself I sat all night in the chair with the shotgun across my knees.



Aaron didn t come in. Probably out scoring with Emily. On the other hand could be I m the only one of us to get any sex tonight.



I bowed my head. What would he think if he knew his father just got fucked? I was glad he didn t come home while the bastards were there. It was one secret that would go with me to my grave.



When the sun came up I got up took another shower made some coffee and went over to the college. I knew the odds were against it but that day I looked in the locker room and showers in every single class. Looking for a cock-piercing. I looked at so many guy s crotches I probably started a rumor. I watched for outie belly-buttons. I looked for a tomahawk tattoo.



But nothing. Maybe they weren t students after all. I wanted somebody to talk to but who? My wife wouldn t be back for three days--and of all people I couldn t tell her.



When I went home for lunch Aaron was there. Hi Dad. But no way in hell could I tell him.



He was moving around in the kitchen making himself a sandwich--wearing nothing but his tighty-whities. Split out the crotch of my jeans he said. Bent over to pick up some books and rip! He chuckled. Had to come home to get another pair of pants. I guess Mom was right they were too tight.



I was proud of Aaron. Good student got good grades. Nothing spectacular but he was a good kid. Nicely muscled healthy.



And hung. I hadn t noticed before but my son packed a nice bulge in those briefs. Made me proud. Then he turned away to put something back in the refrigerator and I saw his left shoulder.



A tomahawk tattoo!



Jesus fucking Christ! I was stunned. Suddenly no longer hungry. My blood froze in my veins. Aaron tried out for the football team last year but didn t make it.



He had always been the brainy type. Took after his mother. Never much interested in sports. Played them because of me I think but he was never truly a sportsman. Tried out just because I wanted him to and he didn t make the team because his heart really wasn t in it. The other coaches voted him out I couldn t override them.



And I thought he was okay with that. No complaints. I actually thought he was relieved.



I sat at the table with him just drinking a beer. He looked at me. You okay Dad?



Yeah I m okay.



I wasn t home last night--over at Emily s--but did anything happen last night?



Why do you ask that? My voice was a growl.



I don t know. You re acting funny. You feeling sick?



I can t believe it! Naw I just drank too much last night. Got a bit of a hangover. But there it was. The same tattoo. My own son took me.



I wanted to cry. What had I done to deserve that? I lowered my voice. That tomahawk tattoo gives you away you know.



What this? He chuckled. Got it a week ago. He looked at me. Gives me away? What do you mean?



Anybody sees you with that will remember who you were.



What does that mean? Anyway a lot of guys have this tattoo. It s like a fad.



Yeah? Well let s just say it s like a big cock. People see that and they remember you!



Dad what s wrong? Why are you talking like this?



I got up and walked over to his chair. I reached down and hefted that big package between his legs. Let s just take a look at this big thing! I looked him in the eyes. Again!



But--but--



Stand up Aaron! He stood up I put my thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and I yanked them down. Ohmigod there it is! Soft but my asshole remembered that big gun. I grabbed it and it began to swell in my fingers.



Aaron gulped. Dad! What are you doing?



Damn! God this thing is gigantic! It swelled up out of his crotch gradually getting so big it pulled my fingers apart. I couldn t touch my fingers around it. Suddenly I wasn t so much pissed off as--feeling something different. You got a big cock Aaron.



I looked up at his face and he smiled shyly. Yeah I guess I have.



It grew hard throbbing and shiny-headed in my hand. I looked back down. God it was hypnotizing. My mouth watered.



My mouth is watering?? What the fuck is happening to me?



But it was true. Couldn t help myself--I started stroking it and a big drop of precum oozed out of the slit. God look at that stuff! Couldn t help myself. I dropped to my knees for a better look.



Up close I swear I could feel waves of heat from it on my face. The big thing was commanding me. Couldn t help myself. I lowered my mouth onto it and licked up that drop.



Aaron sighed and with that first touch I got the weirdest feeling: gratitude. Like I was glad. I parted my lips even wider and sucked as much as I could of that big cannon.



My boy! What a hung stud!



Ahhhh God! Dad what are you doing?



I d never been so damned excited! I kept licking over his piss-hole checking for precum. That I was sucking my own son was gasoline on my lust. I was already going to hell for it--so I sucked harder.



Oh Dad Jesus Christ!



I loved to hear him get excited. Made me even hornier. I m sucking off my own son!



Sucking off indeed. After a short time he let out with a deep wedding-night groan and big gushes of my own spunk (a generation later) shot into my mouth whole globs as big as ping-pong balls and I fought to gulp them down. Naturally Aaron s cum was soon dripping from the edges of my mouth.



When I rose to my feet Aaron fell into my arms and I hugged him. First I had to know: Aaron tell me why did you and those other--



--He raised his mouth to mine and kissed me! Jesus!



God what a kiss! His tongue entered my mouth chasing my tongue pushing it around and it suddenly hit me: He s in charge! He was in charge of me when he fucked me last night and the power he has over me just made me suck his cock!



But it was good. I loved to feel the power of my son sweeping over me and I loved to surrender to him to pitch him a slow ball so he could hit it out of the park.



We stopped the kiss still hugging tightly. Oh Dad he murmured I never dreamed--



-- All you had to do was say something. Why did you and those other--Whoa! What is that I feel against my leg? I smiled. Aaron you reloaded that big thing already?



Can t help it Dad you suck cock even better than Em-- He gasped watching me as I lay back on the couch yanking off my pants and spreading my legs.



Show me again what you can do Aaron.



My God Dad I can t believe this!



Come on Aaron fuck me again.



He sank onto me and sank into me. Yeah there was that wonderful pain again! This time I was not being taken. This time I had a hardon and it was okay!



Ohhh yeah! The fiery pain of Aaron s entry was replaced by that fiery paradise a craving so powerful I wanted him to stretch my asshole as big as a bowling ball! As it was that giant cock had me so tight his slightest movement sent jolts through my nerves. When he started his thrusts my brain went numb in a shower of sparks.



My voice was a hoarse growl Yeah Aaron you big fucker! Fuck me! All those times I spanked you? Take your revenge! Ram it in deep!



And he set me afire: Yeah! My cock s in you Dad! Amazed voice. Dizzy voice. Innocent. Must be all those acting classes.



Then in an uncertain voice trying to sound masterful he grunted I m fucking you Dad--you you. . .big motherfucker!



Never thought about it like that. I really was his motherfucker.



You fuck better than a bitch he went on gaining confidence. Gonna make you my bitch.



Hey now wait a minute!



With his hips pistoning me he went on God this is fine! You re even sexier than Emily! His voice grew husky Fuckin feet up in the air for me! Gonna fill you so full of cum you ll be puking it!



I loved to hear him talk dirty but the part about his bitch bugged me. But at that moment my asshole cinched around his organ like a wedding ring and drove me crazy. I felt myself lifting off the ground suspended in mid-air floating electrocuted pivoting on that huge stag s dick so dizzy I imagined myself with a football up my ass.



Yeah! My bitch now ain t ya Dad! His voice was so hoarse I hardly recognized it. But ya ?



Couldn t believe my ears though. Impossible words. No man can accept them. How could my son dare to say such a thing?



But the damned kid was farming my sensitive tight-stretched asshole jazzing every vein bumping every fold of skin sizzling my flesh. Unbearable rapture! His colossal cockhead banged against my prostate showing me how pain and pleasure were the same thing. I was speechless.



Almost there Dad. Get ready!



With the winning play of the game he lunged into me so far I swear I felt his cock in my chest and although the pain was incredible the ecstasy was even more agonizing. Ahh fuck me you bastard I groaned Cum in me! And I couldn t stop myself: Make me a bitch!



Damn I was proud of him! My head jammed back against the couch as I felt a big long boiling fullness in my guts and that touched me off. He fucked the jizz out of me without my even touching my father-rod. I ejaculated like a hunting rifle sperm all over my belly my chest and Aaron s lunging body!



When we were done I fondled my cock lovingly and lay back breathing hard glad I was alive somehow feeling like a bride on her wedding night. My son was quiet lying on me like a triumphant groom.



Finally he spoke: Dad I never in a million years would have believed you would-- suddenly he pulled out his cock and stood up. Oh shit!

He broke loose from me and looked at his watch. Oh shit I hate to say this Dad but I ve got to get out of here! He broke loose from me and ran to his bedroom.



I got up fuck-drunk and wandered dizzily down the hall after him. He was at his closet throwing on clothes. This is such a mind-blowing development Dad I wish I could stay but I HAVE to go see Dean Tazello or I ll lose all my cumulative credits! Sorry! He dashed by me and out the front door.



Well I ll be a son of a bitch!



I went back to the living room and sat down. He doesn t hate me. Why in hell then did my own son take me? Is he in with some gang of hoodlums? Is he taking drugs?



I didn t go back to the college that afternoon. I didn t have any classes and I could skip the time. I sat at home. Thinking. Trying to figure out what I was going to do about Aaron.



And drinking. Robert Redford knew best: Drink only Scotch at least 12 years old. Glenlivit my best friend.



That night of course I was jumpy as hell. I didn t expect another attack--the bastards left town--but I was all wound up. Knew I wouldn t be able to get to sleep. I couldn t figure out Aaron. Why had he been with them? And did he think he could hide it from me?



He was out late again. Poor Emily. I hoped he didn t knock her up. I ended up getting myself drunk and passed out on the couch.



Couldn t believe it when I felt somebody pulling me up. Glad to see us again Coachie? The words made me instantly furious but the little shits had me in their control again pinning my arms. We missed the bus. Got ourselves drunk and missed the goddamned bus.



Once they got me on my feet they jammed me up against the wall. Fuck why did I get even drunker than they? I was helpless.



Gonna catch the morning bus so we got us some extra time. Better get them clothes off Coachie. I expected a yank at my pants but the dirty dogs pulled my college polo shirt up over my head and off my arms. Then I felt my belt unbuckled and with a mighty yank the bastards pulled it through the belt loops and off.



One of them was groping at my fly. Whatcha got in there Coachie?



But the other one grabbed both my pantlegs and yanked them down pulling my pants off in one swoop. I wished my head wasn t spinning that I wasn t so dizzy.



Off with the jock Coachie. I love it--ya go as commando as ya can. Yer a horny dude.



They yanked it down to pile at my feet on the floor. Now spread yer legs again and let s see how ya do standing up.



No fucking way! I tried to struggle but one of them hit me and I went down.



As they yanked me back up I wasn t thinking of them as college students as kids anymore they were felons I was going to put in jail if it took me the rest of my life! Even my own goddamned kid!



They picked me up again and faced me once more against the wall. I could taste blood in my mouth and I was pissed.



Got your cherry last night Coachie so now we re old lovers. Spread yer legs out for me and let s get at it. He stood behind me.



Ohmigod NO! Every decent bone in my body was outraged when he rammed his cock up my rear end. We cut up yer jockstrap last night so now I figure we owe ya one back. Here ya go! With that he crammed some cloth over my mouth and nose then jammed it between my lips.



I could hardly breathe! It was something nasty such an odor I felt sick. My lips and tongue felt a rough mesh--Oh shit no! It really is a jockstrap!



The musk of his crotch was fit only for a toilet-diver filling my nostrils with a circus of nauseating overpowering stinks. Damn did he ever wash this thing?



They pushed me against the wall as the big guy s cock slid up my butt (gratefully not as painful as the first time). In fact I gnashed my teeth in frustration--but it felt good. Aaron s first sex with me and his fuck at lunchtime had opened not only my backdoor but my whole thinking to new strange possibilities.



I lifted one of my legs to ease the pain--and to make it easier for him to get in deeper.



Yeah that s it Coachie. Enjoy yerself.



The bastard. That got me. Whatever happened I wanted to see this son of a bitch in jail. But I also figured the faster I let him get his orgasm the sooner this would be over. But I was ashamed--I was horny again and I had a hardon.



That time the bastards noticed. Hey looky there! Coachie are ya gittin turned on? With a fine dick like that ya must keep that varsity team happy.



Fuck! I was so ashamed my face blazed hot but my goddamned body knew what it wanted. When one of them reached between my legs and grabbed my big flower I bloomed for him. So fucking mortifying! He stroked me three times. Exactly three times and I lost it!



I planted my feet like I was in the batter s box let out a loud hoarse cave-man groan and the ecstasy spread out from my cock like the roar of the crowd. It was a hell of an orgasm. With the guy s cock up my ass pounding me like a stag rutting against a whimpering deer--and breathing nothing but pure male musk--I shot out streams of boiling jism in carloads tight spurts that actually splashed off the wall and back onto me.



Hee-hee giggled the morons. This ol alley-cat can still git it on!



God I was put down.



Worse my asshole clamping down on the cock lunging in and out of me during my climax sent my rapist over the falls too and soon I had streams of his cum running back out of my ass and down my legs.



Man what an orgasm. I went loose sagging against the wall completely fucked out. And when he pulled back I actually missed it felt empty wished it back.



No I do not feel empty! I do not miss the bastard who just fucked me! What in hell s the matter with me?



The big guy then grunted something in my ear. Gonna let my posse do ya again too Coachie. They missed ya.



Fuck you I growled. You ve got me pinned. Nothing I can do about it.



He chuckled. Coachie nobody s been holdin ya for the past ten minutes.



Ohmigod! It was true! Nobody was holding my arms against the wall. Nobody was holding my legs. I had been standing there letting the guy fuck me! Oh fuck was I degraded!



Before I could move though one of the others centered himself on me and his cockhead nudged against my no-longer-resisting hole. Already slimy with Bastard #1 with a slight push he was in and shoveling away.



Nobody was holding me. I let it happen. What the hell.



I could have struggled I guess but I mean my ass was already full of semen. And I had cummed myself while being fucked. Whether I liked it or not my life had changed. They had fucked me. And they knew I was beginning to like it. I had no more self-respect to lose.



So a few minutes later when the guy behind me got his gun I had been jacking myself off and as I got his hot slime gushing up inside me I got off again myself spurting my own sperm against the wall and down onto the floor. What the hell.



Nevertheless I decided the third guy Aaron was not going to fuck his own father again!



When Bastard #2 pulled out I moved to turn around and face them maybe throw a few punches. The time had come for me to put my foot down.



But the foot I put down slipped in the mess of sperm on the floor and I went down like a sack of potatoes. Naked potatoes.



Before I could recover Aaron was on me pulling me up onto my hands and knees spreading my legs. He had the black bag over his head but I knew who it was. Aaron! Aaron don t do this!



But Stab! His giant cock sank into me up to the balls with a single stroke! He was big enough that even as loose as I was he straightened me out with that thing and I arched my back with the pain.



It dawned on me that I was becoming a whore. I liked his violent entry--I liked the pain. And something about the situation really turned me on after all--Aaron was raping me. Wearing the black hood of a burglar. My son s cock was in my guts. Again.



Couldn t help myself. The very idea that I was being mounted by my rapist/son who held me helpless set me on fire. As he was only starting his fuck-routine I must ve surprised him when I let out a deep bass growl and sprayed the poor carpet again with quick short gushes of Coach-sperm.



Looks like yer really gittin into this Coachie Bastard #1 laughed.



Assholes I growled. What else could I say? Thanks?



I couldn t deny it: I loved it when Aaron planted the hard lunges in me when he short-stroked me on the way to his orgasm when the splurge of his big load boiled up inside me. I tried to but I was not really resisting. In fact I wallowed I writhed I contorted in pleasure as he had his way with me.



And when he finally pulled the big thing out I missed it. I did feel empty.



I rolled over. That was Aaron all right. My asshole knew that cock.



Then I saw his foreskin slide forward over his cockhead!



I clenched my eyes shut and looked again. He had a foreskin! A big one. His cock looked like a Catholic monk with a dark hood. A cobra about to strike.



My mind buzzed a Waring blender of confusion--Aaron was circumcised! Like me: no foreskin!



They left me lying on the floor pulled on their clothes and walked out of the house. The big one paused in the door. G bye ya son of a bitch. Hope ya die soon.



I crawled back to lean against the wall. The house was caving in on me. Oh. My. God. I fucked my own son! Aaron was a clean innocent guy and I brought him down into the shit with me. I hoped the big fucker was right--I hoped I did die soon. Right then as a matter of fact.



Not a long time later Aaron opened the front door and walked in. Hi Dad. Emily and I were studying--Wow! You look hot! I love you naked!



That wasn t you. I know now.



Wasn t me? Wasn t who me? He smelled my breath. Dad you re drunk.



Well to cut a long story short until his mother came home he slept with me and on occasion afterward whenever his mother had a headache or Emily wasn t putting out Aaron and I worked together out in the greenhouse.



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Scott in the Bathtub

The Weekend at the Cabin Ch. 02

It was Friday at 3:30 when Brad Tim and I met in a parking lot on the way out of town. Brad drove a Denali so we all agreed he would drive to the cabin. It was a fairly short drive only 50 minutes or so but more than enough time for Tim to make me a nasty bitch in the backseat.



As soon as we loaded the truck and got in the back seat Tim ordered me to strip. I did as told and Tim rewarded me by tightly attaching a studded ball spreader to me. I watched in fascination as my balls narrowed more than I thought they could. Tim snapped the ball spreader tight at the next to last latch. I felt light-headed and submissive. Brad looked in the rear view mirror and said Now those balls look hot.



Tim roughly grabbed my cock and began to jerk me off. I sat back and took it.



You want to come slut? Tim asked.



Yes please. I moaned.



You ll eat your cum then.



Yes sir I answered. I could feel I was close to coming already even though it was less than two minutes that Tim was jerking me off. Tim sometimes got off on milking me hard and making me scream. He looked in an evil mood today and I knew I was in for a rough session. I could feel myself losing focus and I knew I was coming. Tim caught my cum with his left hand while still jerking me off with the right. Suddenly his left hand was in my face.



Lick it up slut he commanded. I opened my mouth and began to lick my cum off the palm of his hand and his fingers. My cum was very thick and tasty. My joy was interrupted when I realized Tim had not stopped jerking my cock. The corona was sensitive and I heard Tim laugh a little as I began to groan.



What s wrong bitch? He said. I continued to lick his hand and tried to concentrate on that and only that. His grip increased. Answer me.



Nothing sir I whimpered.



Well then I must not be working your cock hard enough. And with that he began to slowly work all around the head of my cock using my own cum as a lube. It was amazingly sensitive and I tried to crawl away but he used his other hand around my throat to hold me still.



Don t move you fucking whore. I kept as still as I could..



From the front seat Brad said I ve never heard him make those sounds before and laughed. I realized I was whimpering and moaning and pleading for Tim to stop. I had forgotten Brad was there or even where I was. All I could feel was my poor cock completely under Tim s control. Tim lifted his left hand from my throat and began to tap my balls. My legs began to shake involuntarily. My cock was getting hard again. Tim owned me completely. He leaned down and began sucking my cock making sure to lick under the head and up and down the shaft where I was still sensitive.



Oh you bastard I let out under my breath. Tim heard me and stopped sucking. He sat up and began to smack my balls a bit harder. I groaned and felt light-headed again.



Time to fill your mouth slut. I looked down and Tim began to slide his pants off. He never wore underwear. He big cock flopped out and down his thigh. Tim was almost nine inches long with heavy balls. I quickly got on my knees on the floor in front of him. He spread his legs and directed my mouth to his cock.



Get to work he ordered. I opened my mouth and put my tongue out. His cock was in my hand and began to stand up. I felt his heat as he entered my mouth and I began to lick and suck. His cock became rigid and he started to pump into my mouth. I let my saliva ooze out and down lubricating his shaft. I had to concentrate on opening my throat to him letting his head push against the back of my throat. After choking and gagging for a few minutes I felt the familiar moment where he was able to enter my throat and I could swallow him down.



It has always been one of my favorite moments. Tim let a moan of appreciation as he watched his cock vanish into my mouth. I concentrated only on relaxing and letting his cock fill my throat. I was as submissive as possible completely under his control. He began to pump hard. I held his cock in my throat as long as I could and then letting his cock pop out of my throat and mouth gasped for air



Very good slut. Don t stop yet.



I went back to work sucking his cock. swallowing hard to get him down and then concentrating hard on not gagging. He was pumping hard and holding my head. I could tell he was close to coming. I realized drool had covered his cock and legs and balls and was all over the seat. He was holding my head and fucking my mouth. Suddenly he pushed even harder and I felt his cock stiffen even more. He came with his cock in my throat. He seemed to vibrate and was making throaty guttural sounds. I needed to breath and pulled off him. His cock was glistening with spit and I watched him squeeze more cum out. I immediately began to lick his cum out of his piss slit.



Damn slowly whore. He said. Just hold your fucking tongue out. I did as told. He rubbed some cum off his cock and feed it to me. I was lost looking at his cock and tasting his cum.



We re there a voice said behind me. God I had totally forgotten about Brad. As we parked outside the cabin I leaned over the seat and kissed Brad slowly and passionately on the lips.



It s my turn as soon as we get inside he said.



Yes sir I answered. I didn t even get dressed but walked to the door of the cabin naked except for the ball spreader and with Brad behind me pinching my nipples all the way. I unlocked the door and led him toward the nearest bedroom leaving Tim to bring in the luggage.

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A Knight s Victory Ch. 08

Alex rode with the knights as they brought Marco s body home to Eboli. Marco had not lasted the first night at sea he had barely regained consciousness. Since the moment of his death Alex had a numbness so deep it was painful. There was nothing more he could do for Marco and he had no wish to return to Eboli but he was caught like a wolf in a trap. If he tried to leave he guessed the knights would prevent him. Marco the countess s favorite was dead. The mission had been a disaster. Nine other knights had died. Six on the cliffs and three on the journey and many still carried wounds. Someone would pay the price for this failure.



They did not speak of the battle on the cliffs and Alex could remember little of it. He still did not know why Marco and the knights had been there or whom they served. Since Marco s death he could not find the energy to care. Whoever it was would have to face the Dragon Lord s retribution and that should be punishment enough. He knew he would have to face Catherine of Eboli and he could guess she had no love for him. He did not care.



It was strange to ride through the familiar woods and meadows. To see the ramparts of Eboli rise from the mist. For a moment Alex ached for the past but it was a tarnished memory now. He saw the knights gather to welcome home the bodies of their fallen brothers. Soon the way was lined with silent crowds not just the knights but grooms gardeners maids and other servants. He saw their grief but truly he felt nothing. Marco s death and his own guilt and regret seemed to be draining all feeling from him. He could not think of Wolfbane. The only person who did not come to offer respect to the knights slain in her duty was Catherine of Eboli. Instead as he dismounted knights came at once to take him to her. Alex knew he should be afraid but he felt nothing. He turned to watch as Marco s body was carried away knowing it would be his last farewell and then he went to face Catherine.



She was waiting alone in the throne room. He was brought to stand before her. He knew the news would have been sent to her by a fast messenger the moment their ship docked. Alex looked up at the woman whose ambition had sent Marco to his death. She stared back at him.



Your lover killed him she said. And I will have vengeance.



No! For a moment he felt something. She had touched the only thing left that mattered to him. Wolfbane might hate him but he did not want his curse to touch him again. He wanted to know Wolfbane was safe. You sent Marco to Thessaloria. What did you hope to prove? he saw her surprise turn to anger and knew how dangerous that was but he did not care. You sold him for gold to feed your ambition. He could guess that much at least. His death is on your hands.



And yours she said.



Yes. Alex bowed his head. He could not deny it. His lies had led to Marco s death. Punish me then he said and it was a plea. When she did not answer he looked up and was surprised to see the glimmer of her tears. But beneath them her face was a mask of coldness. He knew suddenly and certainly that she had loved Marco and she was afraid. She had lost even more than he had. At least Wolfbane was alive. But his lover s death would give her the perfect vengeance somehow he must prevent that.



I m sorry he said and meant it. You should not have sent him. The truth echoed in the silence.



What do you know of it of anything?



Despite the need for caution he could not keep silent. But you knew and yet you sent him why?



Because it was what he wanted her voice was harsh with tears. He wanted you.



The words hit Alex like a blow. He stepped back a pace. No! He chose you.



He was obsessed with you. Her smile was full of bitterness and hate. He wanted power and position but in the end he found it meant little to him without you. She stepped from the throne and walked towards him. I gave him everything and he served me with devotion he played his part to perfection. She laughed but it was a sound terrible with grief. He came to my bed but his heart was never mine. It was always you in his heart and in his dreams.



He could not find the words to answer her. The truth of what had been between him and Marco was not something he could share. And it was Marco who had killed it. But that truth was too personal to offer as an excuse. At last he looked into her eyes and said What he wanted I could not give him. He was better with you. Now we have both lost him.



If I had kept him here away from you he would be alive she said.



Alex bowed his head accepting her truth. In Thessaloria he lied to me and I lied to him. I can t change that now.



She turned away. Her shoulders were trembling but there was no sound. It was terrible to hear that desperate silence. Alex took a step forward but he knew she would not want comfort from him or dare accept it from anyone. He watched as she walked from the room her head high. And he knew she was his bitter enemy.



He waited and knights came. They led him to a tower room and locked him in. It was not a dungeon but it might as well have been. He sat by the window and looked out across the fields and forests of Eboli. Some part of him wondered what Catherine would do with him but he could not care. He hoped she would forget her thoughts of vengeance that Wolfbane at least would be safe from her.



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Koios was used to intrigue and danger but the events in Firrese were outside his experience. After the battle on the cliffs they escaped to the waiting boat. All of them except Blyth who stayed with the dying knight. A choice Koios did not understand.



He was numb with the shock of what he had seen what he had done. It was many years since he had last killed a man. No one in the Dragon Lord s service was unused to violence but it seemed they had grown too comfortable over the years confident in their strength.



Now as the boat cut through the waves under full sail they gathered in the tiny cabin. The Dragon Lord was at his most expressionless he studied each one of them before he spoke.



Word of what happened will not reach Thessaloria ahead of us he said. Our enemy will have no warning that his plan has failed.



It was Wolfbane who interrupted him. The only one who dared to ask the question. What does it matter if your enemy set the trap he will know you are gone from the city and he will have moved against you already.



The Dragon Lord shook his head. He won t dare move against me yet. He has too much to lose and he has lain too low for too long ensuring that he was not seen as a threat. It will take him time to gather his power in the city.



Koios began to understand. But Wolfbane simply asked.



Who are we talking of?



I will tell you said the Dragon Lord. But you must swear to keep this secret. When they all agreed he continued. It is the Duke. The old man has played a clever game and he knows that I cannot openly move against him.



Why not? Wolfbane asked.



How do you think he persuaded Islander knights to do his dirty work beyond the gold he no doubt paid them? My power irks the nobility of a dozen sovereign states. They fear the example set in Thessaloria.



So what will you do? It was Wolfbane again.



His plot has failed. My hold on his city is too entrenched. He could only succeed with me dead. As long as we can make it back to the Dragon Keep I will hold the city. He glanced round them all. You have already earned what you were promised. See me safe and you will be doubly rewarded.



Not one of them hesitated to join him. Even Wolfbane who had earned his precious galleon was ready to risk it. Koios had rarely seen a man so eager for a battle. He remembered how the brigand had fought on the cliffs and shivered. The Dragon Lord had picked his guards well with perhaps one exception. Even as the thought came into his head he heard the Dragon Lord say.



I do not believe Blyth betrayed us.



Koios did not know if this was said as comfort for Wolfbane or to reassure them all that the treachery had not come from within.



But the brigand snarled It does not matter. He has made his choice. And no one argued with him.



They made the crossing faster than any other vessel could have managed. The Duke could not have had word yet. But despite this the Dragon Lord made careful plans. The boat slipped into harbor after dark and Francesco and the Milanesse went ashore first. The Milanesse returned to give the all clear. Only then did the Dragon Lord leave the boat. The harbor inns were busy so a group of men attracted no attention. But they knew the Dragon Keep would be watched and the closer they came to safety the greater the danger.



They were two streets away from the keep when the attack came. The Milanesse went down in the first rush. Then Wolfbane s monster sword was driving the attackers back Francesco fighting at his side. The value of secrecy was lost and they made as much racket as they could. Sent by the Dragon Lord Koios darted away using his knowledge of the alleys and back streets to reach the Keep and summon help. His heart was in his mouth as he approached the guards. If the Duke had seized the Keep he would get a dagger in his belly. But he recognized the men on the gates and soon he was running back with a score of armed men behind him.



When Koios returned Francesco was wounded but still on his feet and fighting. Wolfbane was a fearsome sight covered in blood again but unharmed. Protected by the two of them the Dragon Lord was untouched. The men from the Keep soon rushed at the attackers and the battle was soon over. Even though the last of them surrendered the Dragon Lord ordered his men to leave no survivors. The streets of Thessaloria were wet with blood.



As they made their way back to the Keep Koios felt a chill of foreboding. He was not so certain that the Duke having risked so much would let it lie. He would know that the Dragon Lord would have revenge a cold hard revenge. With little to lose the Duke might as well roll the dice for a last time. If he had hired Islander knights once what else might he try?



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Two days passed Alex was kept alone in the tower. Guards brought him meals which he did not bother to eat. Apart from the guards he saw no one. It was strange how little he cared. The only news he wanted would not come to him here.



On the morning of the third day things changed. The guards had brought him a breakfast of bread and fruit and left him. But then the key turned in the lock. The door swung open to reveal Sir Ambrose Valen. Alex noticed the difference in him at once. Valen was still wearing the patch over his ruined eye but the stick was gone and he looked much stronger.



Alex stood up as Valen entered. He said nothing just stood waiting to hear his fate. Valen had been part of the conspiracy against Wolfbane and Alex guessed he had come to do Catherine of Eboli s dirty work.



Valen eyed him critically for a moment. Catherine does not want you at Eboli he said. But she will allow you to join my knights under Richard Semple.



Alex just stared at him.



Is that an offer you would accept Valen asked.



After a moment Alex said What is the alternative?



Valen shrugged. There is not one but if you refuse she will most likely lock you away in the darkest dungeon and forget you ever existed.



No choice then Alex said. But why are you making this offer? He knew he was risking the chance for a sort of freedom but it hardly mattered to him and he could not bring himself to trust this man.



You saved my life. Valen regarded him steadily And if nothing else your skill should serve Eboli. Men like you should not be wasted. Better to die with a sword in your hand than locked in a dungeon.



Alex felt his lips curl back from his teeth more a snarl than a smile. He did not ask what crime he had committed that Catherine could hold him prisoner indefinitely or send him to his death. There was no point. He had no rights here. The King had pardoned him for Gareth but such pardons could be revoked. Valen s offer of a death fighting was a good as any he would get.



I will take your offer he said coldly.



Don t you want to know the terms of your bond?



Alex shook his head. Such words were for show nothing else.



Don t be a fool Valen snapped. You will serve a term of five years. After that you will be free to make your choice. Do you accept these terms? If you do you must sign a bond that I will hold.



Alex nodded tired of all the words the games. I will sign whatever you want.



There is one thing more before you decide. Valen looked him in the eye. Richard and my knights are at Sword s Rest there is trouble in the Dark Forest again. That is where you will be sent. The fighting is hard and bloody.



Alex laughed. It was not a pleasant sound but he appreciated the subtly of Catherine s revenge. I don t care where I fight he said. He half believed it. Whatever Valen and Catherine thought after everything a return to Swords Rest could not harm him.



Valen was frowning at him. You must also pledge to give Richard loyal service and the respect and obedience due to your commander. Do I have your pledge?



He will have my loyal service. Alex said and met Valen s gaze unflinching.



Valen smiled pleased by their deal. You are young and strong the time will soon pass and perhaps you can earn your place again.



Alex knew what they intended he would be lucky to survive a year. But he could not care. He took the offer because he did not want to be locked away with time to think. He wanted to fight. You will have my sword and my pledge he said and stared Valen in the eye daring him to ask more.



Valen returned his stare for a long moment and then called for a scribe to prepare the bond.



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Alex returned to Swords Rest and from the first night the nightmares came dreams of Marco Gareth and Wolfbane in endless dances of death and betrayal. Despite his bravado determined as he was not to care the dreams and the keep weighed heavy on him and he came to dread sleeping. But he was not at Swords Rest to sleep. He was there to fight. The brigands had returned to the woods. But where Wolfbane had united them all to his rule and law now there were many bands venal and lawless as rabid dogs.



Richard Semple and his knights were hard pressed. Even so Semple showed no pleasure to see him but he could hardly spurn the offer of another knight and whatever Valen s intention Semple was too fair to allow his dislike to spill over into harsh treatment without reason. Alex gave him no reason to be displeased. He sparred and he fought as Semple ordered. He took more than his share of the watch willingly. When the other knights took furlough he did not complain.



If Swords Rest brought him new misery his escape was fighting. His skill was better than it had ever been. None of the knights not even Richard himself could match him. If they wanted him dead he made it easy allowing Semple to send him where the fighting was most dangerous. But Alex did not care the danger dulled the memories and it seemed the less he cared the more invincible he became. But he was not a fool he knew that no man whatever his skill was invincible.



The young knights followed him. Impressed by his skill and eager for danger and glory. Semple did not like it but his task was to see the woods cleared and so apart from the odd lecture about caution he let him have his way. Without trying Alex had earned a place for himself among the knights. But he was careful to make no friends. He was not fool enough to think Catherine of Eboli would forgive or forget.



But duty was ingrained in him learned from the time he first held a sword and he served Semple honestly. After a two day foray deep in the woods Alex returned with his bloodied knights as the sun hovered above the dark trees. As grooms came to take the horses he sent the young knights to rest two needed the surgeon s care and he made they sure their wounds were attended to before he went to report to Semple.



Then Alex began the long climb the to the commander s chosen room high in the north tower. As he climbed he cursed Semple s choice of accommodation. Exhaustion pulled at him a cut to his leg required attention but the news he carried would not wait for the surgeon to finish. Riding back through the Dark Forest he had passed close to Wolfbane s old camp what he had seen there sent him to Semple.



Alex paused at the top of the stair easing his aching leg. The commander s door stood open just a few strides away. He was about to walk forward when he heard Valen s voice. Alex froze. Hard as he had tried he had not managed to drive Wolfbane from his memory. Nor had he heard word of the Dragon Lord s fate or Wolfbane s. He listened hating himself for the weakness but too desperate to care what he risked to eavesdrop.



Catherine is decided Valen said. The Duke offers a fortune but it is about more than the reward now. The man is now a prisoner in his own city. We failed him and Catherine s pride will not countenance it.



Alex held his breath as a chair scraped across stone. He missed Semple s first words and crept a step closer as the commander finished.



If you have come to me for knights Swords Rest cannot spare a single man the brigands overrun the woods and threaten the towns and villages already.



The brigands will wait. Catherine is determined to see this done and we will need every able knight in Thessaloria.



What of Blyth? Semple asked.



Alex s hand slid towards his sword hilt as Valen laughed. Let Blyth hold Swords Rest for you. Leave him a dozen knights.



If the brigands should guess Swords Rest is so weak.... Semple fell silent.



Blyth will not argue. His sword is pledged. A long moment s silence Valen s voice was hard when he spoke. But he must not know the truth. Catherine wants the brigand dead.



Suddenly light-headed Alex leaned a hand against the wall. Cold sweat slicked his back. Wolfbane was alive. But the first proof he had was word of his death sentence. Catherine was going to send knights to take Thessaloria for the Duke. And have her revenge on Wolfbane for Marco s death.



Alex took a step backwards towards the stairs careful to keep silent. He had heard Wolfbane s death ordered. He was honor pledged to serve Catherine of Eboli. The Dragon Lord and Thessaloria were not his problem but he had heard Wolfbane s death ordered. Even though Wolfbane hated him it was the only thing that could make him break his pledge and honor.



He took another step towards the stairs. If he could slip away from Swords Rest unnoticed he might have the night to get clear. It would be enough to see him safe to the coast but even as he thought it through Alex heard the sound of boots on the stairs. Valen and Semple fell silent and he knew they too had heard someone approaching.



Alex was trapped. Before he could move the knight reached the top of the stairs.



Blyth... his greeting died as Semple s door was flung wide and Valen appeared.



The knight advanced unwittingly blocking his path to the stairs and escape. Alex palmed his dagger and used the hilt to strike the knight down clearing the way to the stairs. But Valen was at his back blade in hand. Desperately Alex twisted aside. He was too slow. Valen s blade took him in the shoulder. He wrenched away dragging clear of the blade and turning to strike again with the hilt of his dagger.



Valen went down like a fall of rocks his sword clattering on the stone. For some reason Semple was slow to react. Before he could Alex punched him in the face. Breathing hard Alex stood among a litter of fallen bodies. He had made his choice and now there was no turning back. The skirmish had taken moments. He listened but there was no outcry no sound of running feet. Blood was running down his back and arm. The wound high on his shoulder was hard to reach but gritting his teeth against the pain he managed a rough bandage and prayed the blood would stop.

He did not waste time binding the unconscious men. They would be found soon enough and unless he killed them they would raise the alarm. But Alex had no wish to have more blood on his hands.



He pulled Valen s cloak around his shoulders to hide the blood and made his way to the stables fending off questions. The grooms saddled a horse for him and brought a spare mount not questioning his story that he must ride to Eboli fast. It was dark as he set out leaving Swords Rest grim and silent behind him. Careless of the danger he urged his horse to a gallop. Ospinrath was the nearest port. Valen and Semple would know it but he had no choice. If he could take ship they could not catch him and he would have a chance to bring warning to the Dragon Lord and Wolfbane.



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Alex reached Ospinrath the following day in time for the morning tide. He walked the small harbor searching for a boat that would carry him. He dare not risk approaching an Islander vessel blood soaked as he was with only the coin he had from selling the horses. He knew he would not find it easy to buy passage.



He reached the end of the harbor stumbling with exhaustion. The wound on his shoulder was no longer bleeding but it was a constant burning ache. It needed a surgeon s attention and he knew the loss of blood had weakened him. Alex pushed the thought aside. He had neither coin for a surgeon nor could he risk the chance of being discovered. Desperately he glanced to the last boat. It was a small craft not a merchant vessel little more than a fishing boat. But it was his only hope.



Alex trod carefully across the plank and onto the boat s deck. A couple of sailors looked up from stowing crates.



Is the captain aboard?



One of them nodded his head towards the stern. Alex found the captain mending sail dressed and working like his sailors.



Alex nodded greeting his mouth dry. I need passage to Thessaloria.



We re bound for Alhem a day s ride up coast from the city but I don t carry passengers the captain spat into the sea dismissing him.



Alex knew his coin would not be enough to change the man s mind but then he saw the medallion hanging round the captain s neck. Quickly he pulled Mneme s medallion from his own neck and offered it silently.



The captain took it between his fingers and studied it. Then he turned a hard gaze on Alex. How did you come by this?



Mneme of Thessaloria gave it to me he said.



Another long stare and then the captain handed him the medallion. You have passage to Alhem.



He would not take the coin when Alex offered it.



You ll sleep on the deck and lend a hand if asked.



Alex nodded and slipped the medallion back round his neck whispering silent words of thanks to Mneme for her kindness. He had passage to Alhem and the coin to buy a horse for the ride to Thessaloria. Alex eased his aching body to the deck and prayed he would be able to make the journey fast enough.



####



Koios was with the Dragon Lord when the commotion started. The huge doors opened to reveal a dozen guards surrounding one man. At the Dragon Lord s nod they allowed him to approach. Koios was slower to recognize the new comer. Then with a jolt of shock he saw it was the Islander knight.



Blyth looked unkempt and haggard milk pale beneath the dark stubble. At the guards urging he moved forward but without his customary grace and he showed no sign of his usual pride he even seemed indifferent to their rough handling. He moved slowly and one of the guards grabbed his arm to hurry him.



Unhand him the Dragon Lord said and rose from his seat to come round the desk.



Surprised the guard stepped away. Blyth staggered and then stood for a moment as if gathering his strength. He limped as he walked forward to halt a dozen strides from the Dragon Lord. After the events in Firrese Koios was surprised that his master seemed not to consider Blyth a threat. Koios came to stand at his master s side. Francesco moved to flank him. Blyth glanced around. His gaze passed over Koios and Francesco with the merest hitch of acknowledgement and then searched the shadows.



He is not here. The Dragon Lord s voice was cool. I can send for him.



Send for him Blyth s command was urgent. Even if he will not see me he must be told. His breath game in gasps and Koios saw the drip of blood slide along his fingers to the stone floor.



The room was silent. Tell us your news. The Dragon Lord s voice was soft compelling.



Blyth spoke through gritted teeth hunched as if against the pain of his unseen wound. Catherine of Eboli is sending her knights to take Thessaloria for the Duke. They will be here within days Blyth looked as if he would say more but with a gasp he slumped boneless to the floor.



For a long moment the room was silent all eyes on Blyth s motionless form. Then the Dragon Lord moved. He walked forward as Koios stood frozen. He could not believe what he had heard.



Send for the physician the Dragon Lord was staring down at Blyth. And send for Wolfbane.



Do you believe him Koios came to his master s side. If Eboli is attacking us why would he come here? Koios did not say it but he knew his master understood the danger posed by an attack on the city by the knights of Eboli backed by the Duke. Beneath their gaze Blyth stirred and muttered. At first Koios could not make it out but Blyth groaned and muttered again.



Wolfbane....



I believe him the Dragon Lord said softly. Send for Wolfbane.



####



Alex woke and realized he was being carried through the stone halls of the Dragon Keep. He knew at once whose arms held him.



Let me down he croaked. But Wolfbane ignored him and kept walking.



Let me down I can walk. His voice was stronger this time.



Don t be a fool Alex.



Let me down he snarled.



His legs were released abruptly and his feet hit the floor with a jarring thump. But Wolfbane s arm still supported his shoulders. Alex shrugged it off thankfully close enough to brace his good arm against the keep walls. He took shallow breaths as his injured shoulder throbbed beneath fresh bandages. A measure of time passed.



Are we going to stand here all night? Wolfbane asked impatiently.



The words cut him. You can do what you please he snapped. Pain plus the intimacy of waking in Wolfbane s arms had nearly shattered his fragile pride.



Marco would have laughed at him or made him suffer for his pride as he no doubt deserved. But Wolfbane waited silent for a moment and then said more softly I was told you wanted to see me.



I brought a warning. But you will have heard it already from the Dragon Lord.



I have and the Dragon Lord is ready for them. He has good spies. Wolfbane s voice was calm none of the wolf in it tonight. But in one breath he had stripped Alex s excuse bare. You didn t come for the Dragon Lord. Why did you come Alex?



I owed you a warning he said braced for the dismissal that must come.



Is that all? Wolfbane asked softly. Then his voice hardened. What about an explanation?



You made your choice without one. Alex needed to be alone. He would accept rejection but not condemnation. He had that much pride. It s too late to go back on that choice now he snarled trying to work out which direction he must take to escape the keep. But unwilling to trust his knees not to buckle he held place and prayed Wolfbane would leave.



But instead Wolfbane nodded his head Perhaps I was hasty. But you had given me cause to doubt you.



Alex could not believe they were to have this discussion in a corridor of the Dragon Keep. Wolfbane so unnervingly calm and reasonable it seemed certain he was mocking him. Worse that very calmness made it clear that he felt nothing. But Alex was not calm. His shoulder was throbbing. So close to Wolfbane his resolve and nerves shredded until he could hardly think. Go away damn you he snarled. Leave me alone.



His voice echoed in the darkness. When Wolfbane did not move Alex stood trapped like a fly in amber. He could see the rise and fall of Wolfbane s chest as he stood silent waiting. He smelled of the sea. Alex s eyes traced the familiar curve of his muscles beneath the loose shirt the long oiled plait glistening dark against the pale cotton he followed the powerful line of his neck to the powerful jaw the curl of his lips. He looked away.



Go he said. I will trouble you no more. The slate is clean between us.



But it s not said Wolfbane. I killed him.



It was the last thing Alex expected. A sound escaped him something between a curse and sob. He turned away and took one stumbling step.



The past can t be changed Alex Wolfbane s voice was low and strange almost unfamiliar.



Alex took another step half fell and then stood head pressed to the cold stone. Wolfbane moved closer but did not touch him. He was grateful for that and for the long silence. He wanted Wolfbane to leave but he did not and at last stubborn as he was Alex had to speak even though he knew he would betray himself. He pulled himself upright.



It wasn t your fault he said and swallowed to force the words out. He hated Wolfbane for making him speak them but it was just punishment. The fault was his and mine. Memories stabbed at him like knives. He had been a fool to come. Wolfbane did not want him or need his protection. But of course he had known that which made him doubly a fool.



Another long silence. Wolfbane moved closer and raised a hand to touch his good shoulder. The light touch sent a shiver through Alex. An ache to match the pain in his shoulder head turned away he clung to the last shreds of pride. He did not want Wolfbane s pity. The metallic taste of blood was in his mouth his teeth savage against his lip to keep silent.



Wolfbane moved to his side. Alex gasped as his fingers brushed his neck.



Alex you re hurt. At least let me help you.



He shook his head shivering again and struggling with the urge to surrender to lean into Wolfbane s touch. Knowing if they stood like this much longer he would not be able to resist Alex took a breath and forced himself to move. He had managed a dozen strides when Wolfbane called after him.



Where will you go? He sounded curious rather than concerned.



To Ismene s he answered without even thinking and kept walking. Wolfbane did not follow. Alex sighed with relief when he escaped the Dragon Keep. As he plodded doggedly through familiar streets he cursed himself for an idiot. He had fooled himself into thinking he was coming to protect Wolfbane but the Dragon Lord s spies knew much more than the warning he brought. Worse he had fooled himself into thinking that Wolfbane after everything might still care. He had shown himself a fool and earned Wolfbane s pity but that was not what he wanted.



I m a wolf too he muttered.



What s that you are mumbling?



Ismene s voice. He had arrived at the steps to her porch without realizing it. Alex looked up to meet her dark gaze and was struck by a sudden panic. Why had he thought he would get a welcome here? She had always favored Wolfbane over him and after what he had done....



I had hoped you might have a room he said. But if you don t that s all right. I can look elsewhere.



She came down the steps and took his arm choosing his good side at a glance. Foolish boy she said. Of course there is a room for you. As they climbed the steps she slipped an arm beneath his shoulders noticing as he winced. What have they done to you?



She led him to a room downstairs in the family part of the house. It was a small room with a narrow bed and he guessed that it had been used by one of her sons or grandsons. She insisted on tending to his shoulder though he told her the wound had been recently cleaned and bandaged. Afterward it felt easier. When he thanked her she reached to touch his face and asked.



Why did you come back?



He knew it wasn t question that needed an answer but more in the way of a warning. After a moment she stroked his hair. You need to rest but first you must eat. She brought him a dinner of bread and soup and stood over him until he had managed to eat it all. Then she tucked him into bed.



Alex mumbled embarrassed thanks and rolled over turning away from her dark gaze. He wanted to ask about Wolfbane but while he could just about bear Ismene s kindness he could not bear her pity.



####



He woke to hear Ismene say He s still asleep.



And shivered to hear a familiar voice answer impatiently. Well it s past midday and time he was up.



Alex was about to move but he froze as Wolfbane continued. The Dragon Lord wants him gone from the city before the knights of Eboli arrive. And he s right. We need to find a boat that will take him and soon. He sounded cross.



And why can t you take him? The Golden Rose is ready to sail.



Ismene...



You owe him that much when he came to bring you warning.



He came to relieve his conscience nothing more said Wolfbane.



Alex sat up and reached for his clothes clean and mended. As he struggled to dress he ignored the soft voiced argument beyond the door. Finished he stood up testing his balance until he was sure of it and then walked to the door. Both Ismene and Wolfbane startled when he appeared.



Wolfbane s gold flecked eyes raked over him and by his frown found nothing to be pleased about in his appearance.



Are you fit to travel Wolfbane asked no time wasted on pleasantries. The Dragon Lord wants you gone from the city. He has trouble enough to deal with.



Alex nodded but before he could speak Ismene butted in.



Wolfbane will offer you passage on The Golden Rose won t you? She laid a hand on his arm and Wolfbane nodded reluctantly.



Alex did not have the strength to argue. He was a fugitive and he understood why the Dragon Lord wanted him gone. He had signed a bond to serve Catherine and it gave Valen or whoever came a reason to approach the Duke for his return. This time the Duke would not pass the decision off to the Dragon Lord he would simply allow the knights access to the city. It would be a pretty irony if his lame attempt at a warning instead brought more danger. He muttered thanks and turned back to collect his sword and few possessions.



He heard Ismene and Wolfbane continue their low voiced argument but when he returned they fell silent. He turned to thank Ismene but she silenced him with a shake of her head and pulled him down to kiss his cheek. She pressed a pot of salve into his palm and smiled.



Make sure you keep that shoulder tended until it is healed. It was all she said but her dark eyes were kind.



Wolfbane led as they set off for the harbor. He set a fast pace but Alex forced himself to keep up. A boat was waiting at the harbor wall to row them out to The Golden Rose. Alex watched the galleon loom closer Wolfbane silent beside him and thought how different this was from the way he had once imagined it. There was a rope net to climb but one jarring bump against the galleon s swaying side and Alex was done for. He ended slung across Wolfbane s shoulder as he climbed and came aboard The Golden Rose like a sack of grain or a bride. He bit back an urge to mad laughter as he was deposited without ceremony on a wide bunk in a surprisingly large cabin.



Wolfbane surveyed him critically. Rest he ordered. The tide s running we ll be at sea within the hour.



Alex shucked off boots and britches and slid beneath the covers. He was too tired to think which was a mercy.



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He slept for most of the next two days as The Golden Rose slipped away from Thessaloria and headed south. It was as much as he knew about their destination or Wolfbane s plans for him. He did not see Wolfbane. Food was brought to him but apart from that he was left alone. It was a bit like being in prison. On the third day Alex worked out with his sword practicing forms and lunges thankful the injured shoulder not his sword arm. The exercise eased his mind and the next day he left the cabin. No one stopped him and so he went on deck repeating his exercises and then sparring with an imaginary adversary. He glimpsed Wolfbane but that was all. Some of the sailors stopped to watch him spar.



He repeated the practice each day spending more time on deck but still somehow never coming close to Wolfbane. Then one morning as he finished the exercises a huge shadow fell across the deck and a familiar voice said You ll get nowhere fighting with yourself.



He turned to find Wolfbane baring his teeth in the wolf grin. Would you like an adversary? He was holding the monster sword and as Alex hesitated his grin changed to a mocking smile. Afraid? There was a hint of anger in his eyes.



Strung tight from days of silence Alex knew this would be a mistake. But as always pride trumped good sense. No but perhaps you would like to choose another blade. I wouldn t humiliate you in front of your crew.



Wolfbane laughed and came at him. As he fought Alex s anger became ice cold determination. He would have this victory and prove he could match the wolf. The narrow space of the deck littered with obstacles favored Wolfbane and the monster sword. But Alex s speed took back that advantage and he twisted and teased Wolfbane like a bear on a chain and soon sweat slicked his skin and his breath shortened. Alex pressed harder using subtleties of skill to wear Wolfbane down and goad him to rash attacks.



They were taking ridiculous risks fighting like this with sharp blades on the swaying deck. For a moment Alex wondered why Wolfbane would indulge him but then the ice of his anger drove him forward and the thought was forgotten. He set out to exploit Wolfbane s weakness without mercy. He glided away drawing Wolfbane on and then leaving him out of position and off balance. Alex felt a surge of triumph and with a twist of his blade he ripped the monster sword from Wolfbane s hand. It fell to the deck with a heavy clang.



They stood staring at each other over the glittering steel of Alex s blade. The icy fury faded and for a moment he thought he saw something in Wolfbane s gaze but then his eyes narrowed and it was gone. Alex knew that for his pride s sake he had made yet another mistake. But what else did he have left?



The sailors cheered his victory and Wolfbane cursed them laughing as he did so. And soon he disappeared among them swapping jokes and insults. Alex was left alone with the cold comfort of his victory. For a while he stayed on deck watching Wolfbane. Hoping. But Wolfbane did not come near him and Alex escaped to his cabin and slept the afternoon away.



He ate alone and then as darkness settled and The Golden Rose dipped quietly with the swell he went on deck and stood by the rail looking out across empty water. Moonlight laid a shining trail across the waves as if it were offering a silver road for him to follow. With a shake of his head Alex wondered how far they were from land. Perhaps he could swim for it. He smiled ruefully he did not even know which direction to pick. The deck creaked softly. He did not turn recognizing the wolf s tread and the huge shadow that soon engulfed him.



Wolfbane came up close behind him and Alex smelled wine on his breath.



Sweet Alex deadly as nightshade.



The words were slurred softly malicious. Wolfbane was drunk. Alex turned side-stepping Wolfbane s clumsy move to block his path. Not just drunk but roaring drunk.



You re drunk he said.



Wolfbane laughed and reached for him. Alex side stepped again.



Go to bed he snarled.



Wolfbane gazed at him for a long moment and then grinned and turned on his heel. Alex sighed with relief. He had faced down the wolf. But it was a dangerous game to play trapped in the middle of the ocean. He decided that the next day when Wolfbane had recovered from his hangover he would ask when they would next touch land. Wherever it was he would leave The Golden Rose.

He returned to the dark cabin. As the door latched behind him he froze. A huge figure sprawled across his bed. Alex advanced a step his heart racing. I meant you to go to your bed. Against all sense he moved closer.



Actually this is my bed said Wolfbane with the wolf grin glittering in the moonlight.



Then I ll find another he said. But before he could retreat Wolfbane was on him not so drunk he could not move fast. His arm caught Alex across the chest throwing him down on to the bed.



Alex landed hard and lay for a moment half winded. Long enough for Wolfbane to hold him pinned and press down in a fierce kiss. At the same time his fingers shredded Alex s shirt. Then Alex felt teeth and lips nipping his neck. A surge of lust took his strength. Wolfbane was kissing his neck as his other hand slid slowly down between his legs. Alex whimpered as he cock surged in response betraying him completely.



He heard Wolfbane laugh his fingers sliding deeper to cup his balls as his thumb teased his cock. Wolfbane was a huge shadow above him. Alex felt a moment s terror and darkness. Wolfbane had teased him like this before. Then it was Gareth face was before him and his head was full of his mocking smile. He groaned in the darkness. Is this revenge?



For a sparring match! Wolfbane roared with laughter.



It was not what he had meant but Wolfbane s laughter chased Gareth and the darkness away. He wished he could call the words back. Of all the foolish things he had done and said why must he choose now to be an idiot. Alex held his breath praying Wolfbane was too drunk to think further on it. For a moment he thought the danger passed then Wolfbane s head came up his breathing hitched on a half gasp. His fingers stilled. He froze still as a predator.



You think I would... All the drunken playfulness was gone from his voice leaving it raw and empty. Force you for revenge.



No! Alex was terrified. It s just that I hate games and it reminded me.... After a moment he reached to touch Wolfbane s rigid arm Please he begged.



A long silence. Alex s heart thudding until he thought his ribs must burst. Wolfbane was still as a statue gilded by the moonlight. I would never hurt you Alex. I know I ve given you reason to think otherwise but I never thought you were afraid of me.



I m not afraid of you. I love you. Alex said the words coming in a rush as he tipped his head back instinctively exposing his throat to the wolf. Offering a surrender more complete and absolute than any Gareth or even Marco had forced from him. He knew no other way.



A frozen silence. Above Alex Wolfbane was a faceless shadow the only sign of life the ragged gasp of his breathing. Alex s did not move. He knew he did not have the words to make this right.



Say it again Alex.



Or perhaps he did. It was a demand a challenge a test but he did not care. I love you he whispered and slid closer. The words made him ache a sweet release chasing the fear and the shame away.



Silence then Wolfbane s fingers stroked his throat. His lips followed with feather light kisses along the length of his throat over his breast bone and down his ribs. Alex whimpered in relief and laced fingers through Wolfbane s hair determined to never let him go. Soon he felt Wolfbane unlacing his britches. He bucked his hips to help shed them groaning as Wolfbane s fingers and tongue caressed his aching cock. Alex twisted his legs trapped by britches and boots and groaned as Wolfbane s mouth left his cock as he reached to pull them off.



Now he writhed free pulling Wolfbane s head back down lifting his hips to meet him. Even has he gasped with the first rippling explosion Wolfbane s fingers spread his ass moments later he was thrusting into him. Then they were matched skin sliding against skin thrust for thrust and breath for breath. Again and again until they lay tangled in each other breathless and spent.



Trapped beneath Wolfbane s weight Alex squirmed until he could see his face. He reached to brush aside tangled hair. He took a breath So?



Wolfbane smiled a lazy wolf smile. From the moment on the road when I saw the bravery and passion beneath the lace even when you were dressed in lace as the fop Simon I wanted you.



It was true. Alex flinched and dropped his gaze shamed to remember his first betrayal but Wolfbane s fingers reached to raise his chin.



The past is full of our mistakes but they don t matter now. You came to do your duty twisted as it was he said and reached to touch Alex s face taking the sting from the words. I know you well enough now to understand it. Before Alex could answer he continued his voice lighter. And I have loved you more with every day your passion and bravery even when your foolish stubborn pride and twisted loyalties drive me to fury.



Alex swallowed. I have no other loyalties now.



And will you give up your stubborn pride? Wolfbane teased.



I m not stubborn....



Wolfbane roared with laughter. In retaliation Alex bit his thigh and then snaked his tongue upwards. Wolfbane s laughter turned to a gasp and it seemed he was not spent after all. Grinning Alex bent to tongue and suck Wolfbane s cock happily ensuring his own pleasure as he did so. Afterwards they slept. But they woke to go on deck and watch the sun rise. Alex barefoot in britches and his torn shirt Wolfbane bare chested. Alex realized the sun was rising off the starboard bow.



Where are we going? he asked.



Calibrea. There was an edge of excitement in Wolfbane s voice.



But that s... It was the other side of the known world a place of mystery and adventure months of sailing away. Alex grinned silently thanking Ismene. Perfect he said before Wolfbane s lips silenced him.



The Golden Rose sailed for the horizon.



THE END

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What Would Eve Do? Ch. 01

I ll just meet you at the hotel then? Eve said really more as a statement than a question. It looked like Dallas would be late again unlike several men in her past through no fault of his own however. Living in separate cities which were fifteen hundred miles apart made for a challenging relationship not the least of which was just figuring out schedules that worked for both of them.



They d been together off and on for years their relationship waxing and waning in intensity that there was a constant strong mutual attraction was a given. Keeping it burning hot over distance time kids careers other lovers and friends remained the difficult task.



Now that their sexual connection had included other people on a few occasions the challenge seemed to be even more complex. On one hand their joint explorations had worked to magnify their bond when they were apart they d spent hours on the phone recalling those moments together and having the hottest phone sex imaginable! They each had a cache of real live memories they were able to reflect upon throughout their days apart which again aided to spice up the memory of their time together.



However because others now had shared each of them separately and together it sometimes felt like their were too many cooks in the kitchen . As hard as they each tried occasional feelings of jealousy and insecurity cropped up Would he end up wanting to be with her for good rather than me? Is he able to satisfy her sexually better than I can? They each knew these musings were slightly silly and immature yet nonetheless they sometimes prevailed and had made for some uncomfortable phone time (and alone time) when they weren t together.



I m sorry Eve Dallas said with complete sincerity. I m fine getting out of here it s getting to you in Chicago that s the problem. I ll be delayed by a few hours at the most. Why don t you take a long hot bath order some champagne and grab a quick nap before I get in? You re going to need it! he chuckled.



OK baby. It s just that I m so psyched to see you! Two months without your cock inside me is way too long!



Ditto! I totally feel the same way! Let s work on changing that. Listen I ll call you when I land at O Hare OK? I love you.



Eve folded her cell phone and continued looking at the dildos that she d been perusing before Dallas call. Since their trip to New York his interest in being fucked in the ass had piqued considerably. He seemed to have an interest in a slightly larger cock than the one she d used on him in the past too. Hence her escapade to the local sex shop to see what Chicago had to offer. She loved her new clear harness wearing a cock now felt utterly realistic which totally turned her on.



Dallas boarded his flight and took the assigned aisle seat in the business class section. He d been traveling quite a bit more lately and for the couple hundred extra bucks felt it was well worth it. He settled in and pulled out the book he was reading How to Pleasure a Woman: A Thinking Man s Guide. Ever cautious he nestled it in the mid-section of the in-flight magazine and became engrossed immediately.



A little over an hour into the flight he looked up and yawned wondering how much further to Chicago. He looked around for a flight attendant. No one in sight although there as a guy sitting across the aisle from him and one row back who had stared straight at him when he d turned around. Weird he thought shrugging it off.



He went back to reading (he wanted to finish it before arriving) and thought no more about the man behind him. Another half hour passed and again Dallas became restless. He unfastened his seat belt and rose to stretch his legs. He turned to face the back of the plane and head towards the lavatory when again he glanced at the guy who d been staring at him earlier. The man was looking directly at him only this time he had a slight sardonic smile plastered on his face and he was squeezing the bulge in his jeans.



Dallas walked past him and waited outside the bathroom for his turn to enter. The door opened a young girl emerged he nodded and went inside. He secured the latch and looked in the mirror. Had he really just seen what he thought he had? As he reflected on the incident he felt his cock stir inside his pants and begin to swell. Unsummoned he flashbacked to the guy in Club Anais that he and Eve had gone to in New Orleans. He closed his eyes and savored the memory of Carlos and his huge cock. Dallas had sucked it and had surprisingly thoroughly enjoyed it. Opening his eyes he looked down at his crotch and saw that he had a full-on boner now his cock aching his balls hard and tight.



Shit he muttered under his breath. It was difficult enough to aim properly in an airplane lavatory without adding a stiffy to the equation! He backed up spread his legs put one arm out to brace himself and forced his stiff cock downward aiming for the smallish hole in the toilet.



He finished and still hard jiggled his cock and worked to stuff it back in his pants. He washed his hands and looked again in the mirror. Still hard still hot he thought. He didn t want to walk by the guy with a raging hard-on or did he? He shook his head and opened the door. Wham! The guy was standing right in the doorway the same sardonic smile spread across his face. Without thinking Dallas immediately looked down at his crotch and saw that he still had his hard-on he also noticed that this man appeared to be extremely well endowed.



Yeah me too the guy said softly his voice very deep and raspy. Name s Luke. I noticed you earlier up front. Pretty interesting book you re reading too if you don t mind me saying so.



Oh yeah Dallas replied absently feeling awkward standing at the threshold of the bathroom talking to this stranger about his book on cunnilingus. Umm excuse me if you don t mind? He attempted to step past the guy and was doing so when he felt the warmth of the guy s hand on his crotch. Dallas stopped reflexively seemingly unable to get past him just yet. Luke s hand felt good on his cock he could hear his husky breathing increase for a moment. Dallas shuddered then moved past Luke and stood in the alcove outside the bathroom for a second regrouping and catching his balance.



Luke had not yet entered the bathroom nor had he turned around to face Dallas. He stood still his face turned slightly to the left so Dallas could see him in partial profile. His legs were slightly spread one arm up against the door jamb the other looked to be in front of him down low perhaps rubbing his own cock. Dallas noticed that Luke had an extremely muscular and well-defined ass and briefly wondered what he d look like naked.



Luke turned around then and Dallas again looked at his crotch. Luke had undone his belt and the first two buttons of his button-up jeans. His hand was indeed down his pants rubbing hard against his dick. Dallas stared for a moment licked his lips and then looked at Luke. One two three four five seconds. Dallas then thrust both hands in his pockets to pull his pants forward to help camouflage his erection turned on his heel and returned to his seat. He slid in and placed the magazine over his lap. He leaned back closed his eyes sighed deeply and let his mind go blank.



About ten minutes later he heard a rustling sound behind him and the creaking of a chair receiving the full weight of a body. Luke had returned he could feel his hot stare on the back of his head. Dallas casually turned his head to the right his eyes still closed and offered part of his visage to Luke. He felt his cock begin to stir again and start to throb.



Flight attendants prepare for landing the captain announced over the speaker system. The fasten seat belt sign came on and the other passengers readied themselves for landing. Dallas snapped his chair upright and fastened his seat belt. He was still completely hard and was confused by his continued arousal. Maybe this guy would want to come back to the hotel for Eve he thought. How would he ask him that? A complete stranger on a plane? This was a little too weird he thought.



He quickly glanced behind him at Luke and saw he was watching him still an expectant look now on his face. This time Dallas smiled slightly and gave him an almost imperceptible nod. Luke was poised for any sign however and grinned back broadly nodding his head with enthusiasm.



The plane landed and taxied to its gate without any delay. The first class passengers disembarked then business class after them. Dallas and Luke walked stride for stride up the gangway to the terminal building without saying a word. They each had carry-on luggage so there was no need to go to the baggage claim area. Once inside the terminal they both followed signs for the exit. Luke was the first to speak. I ve hired a private car to meet me. May I give you a lift into the city?



Dallas cast him a fleeting look and then nodded his consent. Moments later they were being whisked out of the airport hub-bub and were gliding smoothly along the access road headed toward the highway that would take them to downtown Chicago. Dallas thought that he should call Eve and let her know he d arrived safely but something precluded him from making the call. He thought the best thing for him to do now was to do what Eve would do. He was reluctant and unwilling to pursue any of this on his own. He d just listen to her voice in his head and see where that took him.



Drink? Luke asked his voice even lower than Dallas remembered it on the plane.



Sure. Gin and tonic. Preferably Bombay- regular not Sapphire.



Luke quickly mixed Dallas request and a scotch on the rocks for himself. He then leaned forward and gave the driver instructions then closed the window and curtains that separated the driver from the passenger section of the limousine. He handed Dallas his cocktail and raised his glass To thinking men he said with a smile.



Dallas was confounded for a second then remembered the tag line to the book he d been reading earlier A Thinking Man s Guide. Indeed. To thinking men Dallas agreed.



They both took extra long pulls on their drinks and exhaled loudly expressing their enjoyment. Luke leaned back against the seat and reached for the control panel next to the door. With a simple flick of his finger the lights dimmed and some sort of electronic music played softly. Luke then began to unfasten his belt buckle while he rubbed the large bulge with the heel of his other hand. The metal to metal sound felt painfully loud in Dallas skull he was nervous and felt unwilling to participate in whatever was about to commence. Think like Eve he said to himself again. What would Eve do?



Dallas again felt his head involuntarily look down at Luke s crotch. This time he didn t avert his eyes he watched as Luke slowly unfastened each metal button of his jeans. They were difficult to loosen as his cock was completely swollen and because of its size had taken all the available room in the front of his pants. Luke now had to struggle slightly to undo the buttons Dallas watched his heart pounding hard and steady in his chest.



Finally the last button came free. He had on a small low-cut pair of black briefs made from some sort of smooth shiny material. His cock was huge the fully engorged head was busting out over the top of his underwear Dallas could see the pre-cum glisten on the head. What would Eve do? he asked himself silently. He then fought the urge to lean forward and slide his tongue across the swollen head of Luke s cock. Luke s attention was completely focused on Dallas now he watched Dallas watch him.



With a hand on either side of his hips he grabbed his jeans and began to shimmy out of them. The black underwear stayed put but did little good in either holding or concealing Luke s king-size cock. Once his pants were down to his ankles he kicked them off and reached toward Dallas placing a hand on his shoulder. Gently yet firmly he slowly pulled Dallas toward him. Dallas was difficult to move his muscular body was rigid and unwilling to acquiesce. What would Eve do now? Dallas queried again. He hesitated then felt his body inch forward.



Suck my dick Luke commanded. That s what a thinking man would do. That s what she d want you to do.



Startled Dallas looked up at Luke again confused by his apparent insider knowledge. Actually in truth a thinking man would be smart to not think right now and just trust the voice in his head Dallas said softly.



With that Luke pulled the elastic band of his briefs down and his gigantic cock sprang free standing at attention. He had to be at least 8 or 9 inches long his shaft thick and shiny. He was shaved completely smooth and his balls were hairless too. Luke grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head exposing a fine well developed chest both nipples pierced and each shot through with a small stainless steel barbell. Dallas was breathing heavy and hard now his cock completely rigid and dripping come inside his jeans. What would Eve do? he asked himself quietly.



Luke leaned forward and ripped open the snap buttons on Dallas shirt. His hands worked quickly to undo his belt unzip his pants and pull his cock free. Lift up Luke said as he pulled hard on Dallas jeans his movements now urgent with desire. Dallas did as he was told and within seconds was stripped bare his cock as swollen and glistening as Luke s.



What now? inquired Luke with that sardonic smile Dallas remembered from the plane. What does the voice inside your head tell you to do now?



Dallas closed his eyes tilted his head a bit and listened. What does Eve want me to do? What do you want me to do now? he asked Luke his voice cracking from lack of use his throat dry from nervousness.



Lean back and keep your eyes closed whispered Luke his palm on Dallas chest gently pushing him back up against the seat. Dallas felt his rigid body give way and do Luke s bidding. Within seconds he felt a warm wet sensation cover his cock as his legs were being spread even farther apart. Luke had no problem swallowing Dallas to the hilt Dallas could feel the head of his cock bumping hard against the back of Luke s throat.



Luke released a huge wad of spit and let it slip down Dallas cock continuing to fall on either side of his balls ultimately slipping over his asshole onto the seat of the limo. He then began to suck hard on his cock using his lips like clamps twisting his head slightly each time he pulled up. Dallas began to involuntarily pump into his mouth as he felt the hot spit and strong sucking overtake him.



Luke flicked his fingers back and forth across the space under his balls and across his wet hole a motion that worked to make Dallas fuck Luke s mouth even harder. You want me to finger fuck your ass now? What does the voice say? I can find your sweet spot up your ass.



Dallas moaned with pleasure and confusion as he was absolutely transported with lust. What would Eve say? he pondered again. He opened his thighs wider and scooted down on the seat giving Luke greater access to his asshole.



Right on cue Luke dropped another wad of saliva down his cock and waited until it slid down to lube Dallas asshole. He continued to suck hard on his dick his hand pumping the shaft with each upward suck and stroke.



As the spit hit his hole Dallas groaned out loud and Luke sank two fingers deeply into his ass wrenching them quickly from side to side. Dallas moaned and spread his legs wider Luke added another finger and began to do the beckoning motion he used on women to hit their G-spot.



Dallas yelled out his abandon announced. Luke pulled fast at the top of his cock his lips locked down tight his tongue moving rapidly behind the head. Dallas orgasm shot full and hot and hard against Luke s throat. As it came Luke swirled it around in his mouth and spit it back down Dallas cock and continued to drain his dick. Dallas asshole spasmed and pulled hard on Luke s fingers as he pumped them in and out. The convulsions were intense the silence now immense. Dallas opened his eyes and blinked rapidly several times. He focused on the dimmed light bulb overhead.



RRRing. RRRing. He reached inside his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Eve the LCD screen read. He pushed the SEND button put the phone to his ear and heard her say I like when you listen to me baby. That s exactly what a thinking man would do. Bring Luke back here now OK?



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It didn t fall apart at first. Instead a spidery trail shot from the wounded center just above the stem. I watched the white fractures drag across the rounded surface I watched the wine slowly slowly begin to seep through the fresh cracks—only just lining them with deep burgundy before beginning to slide down the smooth walls. I watched the liquid push tiny slivers from the newly broken skin they swam in the pool accumulating across from me.



And then I watched the glass break from the inside out pushing through the hardened exterior and scattering broken pieces onto my plate. The wine cascaded across the cool wooden surface of the table spilling over the edge onto the seat of the chair down its legs and sprawling across the bare linoleum floor. I saw my face in the puddle but I didn t move I couldn t save what had decided to self-destruct.

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I remember the first time I saw you you were leaning against the back wall of Irving Plaza pretending to listen the Decemberists sing Shiny and nodding indifferently when your date said how much they really sound like Neutral Milk Hotel. I remember that your hair flopped over your eyes every time you looked down at your watch surreptitiously counting the minutes until it was over. You were careful not to let him see you but I saw you. And when I caught your gaze...I never let it go. The Decemberists could wait.



I learned quickly that you were a creative writing major with real passion and conviction...not a shitty poet or something like I was. Your prose was always gorgeous and I never understood why you couldn t see that. And although I could have been jealous I never was and you couldn t see that either. I always thought the rules of grammar didn t apply to me -- that a comma provided a pause only when it felt right like if I needed to catch my breath. I sometimes used ellipses instead of periods and semicolons...I thought they bridged my thoughts together because I never wanted to separate my stream of consciousness...because everything should flow together and create one beautiful circle...one complete concept. I thought the rules were arbitrary you thought I was careless but you loved me anyway.



I didn t know my heart was capable of stopping for you because normally I d walk right past someone like...you. You carried around a laptop. You had actual talent as opposed to the other ones -- the ones who wore designer ripped jeans and new vintage tee shirts -- the ones who could name every band in existence and still talked about the shitty groups they started in high school. And you wore loafers like my dad and polo shirts with stripes on them and if I didn t know any better I would have thought that you were ten years older because you always stood with your ankles crossed and your hands inside your khaki pockets.



But I couldn t ignore you and the way you talked about Nabokov s literary devices in Lolita commenting on his mastery of puns and double entendres. And I couldn t ignore the way you grabbed my hand urgently when you realized that your story s conclusion would make a better intro or when you finally remembered the last lines of your poem that blew away in Washington Square Park. And when I slipped my arms through yours and around your back in public clasping my fingers together tightly and pressing up against you...you didn t pull away.



The first time we had sex I wanted it so badly that I shoved my tongue down your throat and chewed on your lips and told you to fuck me and shove it in. But when I pushed you up against the wall grinding my crotch into yours and begging you to take me you eased me off took my hands and said you wanted to take it slow. And I was so confused when you lead me to your bedroom because I was supposed to be the one in control...the casual fuck so raw and so hot holding my mister in the palm of my hand. But that look in your eyes was scary as fuck shaking me so hard I felt it in my bones I was nervous cause I didn t know how to act now that it actually had to mean something.



And when you kissed me all over and whispered my name I got Goosebumps from just the sound of your voice. And you ground on top of me skin against skin and I moaned like a girl when your lips touched my ears your tenor voice murmured I want to be inside you and the truth is I meant it when I said I wanted it to. Our breaths became one as our bodies became one and I cried because you actually loved me enough to care. And suddenly I understood where all that passion you had came from... because you made everything seem beautiful and I wanted to feel that too. In hindsight I see that s when I truly fell in love...because you taught me how to really feel with someone else inside me.



And I thought you were perfect too...but only sometimes. I thought you were perfect when you sneezed because you always tilted your head towards the sky instead of tucking it in like normal people. I thought your were perfect when you made me mix tapes with The Cure and Ella Fitzgerald right next to each other because I knew you didn t really know that the two only went together when linked by the right songs. I thought you were perfect because you talked about obscure things like going to Scotland and becoming a shepherd and you were actually prepared to do it...to just drop everything and go. I thought you were perfect because we effortlessly fit together...each of my limbs becoming a continuation of yours...one person...one complete concept. And then it didn t matter if I was careless or if you didn t know that you wrote more beautifully then anyone I had ever known...because you were me and I was you and I never knew I could be so happy.



But I was still so terrified of losing you and your stupid old man shoes and no matter how much you reassured me I wondered why you loved me anyway. And maybe I was always scared of losing you because when I finally did it wasn t a surprise. When I sucked on my teeth you cringed but you never did at first. At first it was cute and you used to kiss me when I wasn t looking at you. And you hated that my hair was always messy--but not at first. At first you d hide pieces of paper in it when we were in bed and leave notes in my bag that said I love it when you re knotty. And you hated that I never took my headphones off from around my neck but at first you called me Hottie Pavarotti when you d catch me singing along you d smile as I blushed and your eyes would crinkle in the corners...both of us acknowledging that I couldn t sing at all. And you hated that I sometimes wore black eyeliner...though you never did before. But now you just rolled your eyes and said if you wanted to fuck a girl you would have done it in the first place. And you made me cry when you bought me the shirts with the little alligators in the corners...not because I was happy but because I knew you wanted me to change.



And when we fought we fought hard because I screamed too much and you screamed back. And you yelled because I couldn t see that you were really trying to make us work and I yelled because I was never good enough for you in the first place. And you didn t see that I needed your approval because you were so much smarter than me...and you didn t realize it was what you didn t say that hurt me so much more than what you did. And I wanted you to understand that I didn t want you to have to make us work — that we just should work by ourselves because we fit and because we loved each other and that was supposed to be enough.



But I never meant to lose you...my eyes just got tired of trying to hold your stare. You typed numbly on your laptop and when I glanced awkwardly over your shoulder biting my nails and pacing behind you you shut the cover and walked away. And you never listened anymore when I said I loved you or cared that I didn t believe you when you sometimes said it back. You said it wasn t worth it that you were tired of fighting with me. And when I said fuck you you didn t even say anything. You just walked away because you stopped caring because you were tired of watching me fight with myself because you had always loved me and I never believed it even when it was true.



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I picked up the pieces of the glass and carried them over to the counter. It had caved from the center but its parts remained in tact. I won t throw them away because I know that whatever s broken can somehow be put back together again.