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The phone rang; I wrapped a towel around me and made a dash for it.

“Andy, do me a favour, pick me up on the way to the ground mate, I’m running late, as usual, oh and by the way every thing ok, I mean; after yesterday in the wood, uhm, you know what I mean,� Jack said sounding rather apologetic.

“Calm down Jack, I’m fine, let’s call it a one off, these things happen, I’ve forgotten about it already,� I replied lying through my teeth, even hearing his voice had given me a half hard on.

“Right, ah, ok then, I’ll be waiting for you,�

I put the phone down dried off and got dressed. Jack was waiting for me outside his flat. He wore a tight fitting white vest and faded jeans. He chucked his kit bag on the rear seat, sat down and buckled up. He flashed me one of his smiles and looked straight ahead. I couldn’t help but check his crotch out, yep, looking good. I drove off. Jack was unusually quiet.

“You ok Jack?� I asked.

“Yep,� came the reply.

“For fucks sake Jack, don’t go silent on me. If you are worried that I’m going to say anything about what we got up to yesterday, don’t. Use your head mate, can you imagine what our friends would say, mind you would they believe it? I don’t think so, do you?� I said and gave the top of his leg a friendly squeeze!

Jack turned to me and said, “Shit, sorry Andy. I thought I might have fucked up our friendship. I got carried away yesterday, said a lot of things in the heat of the moment. I was so fucking turned on. I’ve been imagining what sex with you would be like ever since the first time I saw your fit body in the showers. You can’t imagine how many wanks I’ve had over you.�

I laughed and said, “Wanks over me, well there was that one yesterday in the woods. Seriously though Jack, that was the first time I’ve had sex with another guy, never even thought about other guys before and I’ve got to admit I got such a buzz out of it, I mean the sex was fantastic plus the thought we might get caught by someone walking by, fuck we must have been nuts. It was the first thing I thought about when I woke up this morning, but let’s get one thing straight mate as far as I’m concerned it’s women I’m really into�

“Same here Andy, I don’t look at guys and think, shit bet he’s a good fuck, but occasionally someone like you comes along and I can’t help myself,� Jack said, a little red in the face.

“So I take it I’m not your first!�

Jack smiled again and said coyly, “No, but there’s only been a couple over the years, opportunity doesn’t knock very often at my door�

I had to ask, �What about Pete?�

Jack replied, “Pete is Gay, but he told me that in strict confidence�

I couldn’t resist it, “What when you were fucking each other?�

Jack’s face reddened perhaps I overstepped the mark. H e punched on the shoulder and laughed, if that was a friendly punch it fucking hurt.

I apologised, “Sorry Jack, I had my suspicion about Pete, but what the fuck, that’s his business. So come on spill the beans, when, where, how?�

“Couple of months back after a match we were the only ones left in the showers, one thing led to another and before I knew it I was sucking him off,“ Jack said quietly.

It was my turn to smile now, “Oh just like that, did he come on to you or vice versa, you just don’t suddenly give another guy a blow job�

Jack squirmed in the seat and said, “Well no, it just kinda happened, our eyes met, he looked me up and down, I did the same, he got a hard on, and I got him off, we didn’t even talk, mind you there’s not a lot you can say when you’ve got Pete’s fat dick in your mouth, fuck he’s big�

Looking over I saw Jack rubbing the front of his jeans. “Fuck,� I thought, he’s getting excited.

“Jack in two minutes we’ll be at the football ground and I’m sure you wouldn’t wont to turn up with cum stains on your jeans,� I said laughing out loud.

Jack grinned and gave me another punch on the shoulder, didn’t hurt, much, ok it did.

I parked up and walked to the changing rooms. A few of the lads were just entering and I caught a glimpse of Pete and gave Jack a nudge and a wink.

By the time we got in the changing rooms a few of the lads were already stripping off and changing into their footy gear. Jack and I dumped our kit bags on a bench opposite Pete and Dave. I said hi to them and started to strip. Pete was down to his white boxers, had to admit it he was fucking attractive, plenty of muscles but not over defined, broad strong shoulders…..fuck I was at it again, couldn’t help myself. Down came his boxers. Nice dick Pete, I thought to myself, Jack was getting an eyeful at the same time, damn this was freaky stuff. Pete looked over and smiled, was that for Jack or me?

Training was over in an hour and half I’m glad to say, I was still feeling knackered after yesterday’s session with Jack. The best bit was watching Jack watching Pete. We all headed back to the changing rooms, most of the lads raced each other hoping to get to the showers first as the boiler was dodgy and occasionally ran out of hot water. The noise in the place was deafening as ten lads began jostling for position under the six showerheads. Dave had managed to get amongst them as Pete, Jack and myself stood naked in the changing room waiting for a chance to get at the showers. Funny thing was we were all avoiding eye contact. I was desperately avoiding eye to body contact. A few of the lads piled out of the showers and we slipped in.

Some of the other guys shouted out that they were going to the pub and they would see us down there. It wasn’t long before we were the only ones left in the shower. I began squeezing some gel onto my chest. I was hoping some one would break the silence. Thankfully it was.

“Can I use some of your gel Andy?� asked Pete.

I tossed the gel passed Jack over to Andy.

I gave Jack one of my “what the fucks going on ?� looks, he just shrugged his shoulders. I looked over to Pete who was spreading my gel over his body. He was rubbing the lather into his pubic hair paying particular attention to his balls and prick, it looked as if he was doing it in slow motion. I was transfixed; I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. Jack, the bastard kept getting in the way so I had to keep shifting position. Jack spotted this and gave me a huge grin; shit was it that obvious. The water running down Jacks tanned body made me lick my lips, what I really wanted to lick was him. Jack blocked my view again, bastard. Looking down I couldn’t help noticing Jack had a raging hard on and was slowly rubbing his soapy length up and down. I felt my dick hardening, there was nothing I could do about it, I was well and truly turned on.

I watched fascinated as Pete stood behind Jack; he reached around and began stroking Jacks prick. Jack let out a soft moan and closed his eyes. Pete looked over Jack’s shoulder and gave me a wink and a huge smile as his fingers closed around one of Jacks nipples, Jacks hands went behind his back and I knew by the look on Pete’s face that Jack had found his prick. This was too much, my prick was as stiff as a poker, did they plan this?

Pete said, “Go and lock the changing room door Andy we don’t need someone walking in, and turn the showers off the waters getting cold.�

I didn’t think about I left the shower room and headed for the changing room front door, my stiff dick bobbing up and down as I walked. What the fuck am I doing here, am I dreaming? I made my way back to the showers feeling a bit nervous, suppose it was the fear of the unknown, but I was excited as well, one look at my dick would give that away.

I wasn’t prepared for the sight that met me. Jack was facing the wall hands flat against the tiles, legs spread wide apart. Peter was slowly feeding his prick into Jacks quivering arse. Automatically my hand gripped my dick and I began to wank as I walked towards them. Both heads turned towards me, Jack was biting his top lip, Pete just smiled, he had the look of a lottery winner, the cheeks of Jacks arse where dimpled by the effort of accommodating Pete’s fat prick which was still sliding in and out slowly, Pete had a firm grip on one of Jacks’ fine arse cheeks, his other hand was busy pumping Jacks prick. I could see Jack pushing back on Pete’s dick as he slid in. Hesitantly I moved closer.

“Well by the look of that fucking tool I guess you’re having a good time, Andy?� said Pete as he reached out and took my dick in his hand, still continuing to fuck Jack.

My dick twitched as Pete closed his hand around it. Fuck that felt good. Jack opened his eyes and gave me a lopsided smile when he saw what was going on.

“Feels good uh Andy?� he said as I watched Pete’s prick disappear completely into Jack.

My dick grew bigger in his hand as he stroked my shaft up and down, fuck this was good. I reached out and cupped Pete’s balls in my hand as continued to fuck Jack, they felt tight and full. I couldn’t take my eyes of Pete’s fat prick disappearing into Jacks arse.

“Jack said you had a large dick Andy, he wasn’t lying. Looks good enough to eat doesn’t Jack,� Pete said pulling on my pre cum dripping dick.

Pete placed his hands on the cheeks of Jacks tight arse and slowly withdrew his prick.

Jack kept his position spread eagled against the wall. His head bent forward.

“Pete why the fuck have you stopped I was getting so close there.� He said a little out of breath.

“Well Andy is missing out on the action, lets go to the changing room where we can all get a piece of you.� Pete said and gave Jack one hell of a slap on his arse.

We made our way, three naked guys, three stiff pricks. Being the last of the three I had one hell of a view of Pete and Jacks tight arses. Pete arranged some towels on a bench and Jack wasted no time and lay on his back.

“For fucks sake Jack, cmon fuck me,� said Pete raising his legs in the air.

I watched as Jack, prick in hand positioned himself between Pete’s legs and lifted them up on his shoulders; Pete raised his arse up to meet Jack’s prick. Jack placed his hands under Pete’s arse lifting him high enough to gently enter Pete’s arse with his stiff, fat throbbing prick.

Pete gave out a little gasp as Jack buried his prick in him up to his balls and began a slow pumping motion. My dick was on fire and as I slowly wanked I rubbed my precum over the dark red bell end. I love the feel of the stickiness over my smooth dick head. Jack was busy slowly fucking Pete who had his prick tightly clenched in his fist, wanking himself off. I stepped forward, prick in hand wondering where the fuck I could put it, Pete solved the problem by reaching out and guided my pre cum wet prick into his waiting mouth, fuck he was greedy, roughly grabbing my balls he pulled me towards him and most of my prick disappeared into his mouth. Fuck this was heaven. I looked over to Jack and smiled.

“Watch it Andy, Pete gives such a good blow job you’ll come to quickly,� Jack said grinning.

Pete had my twitch prick in his hand and was rolling his tongue over my wet prick head, damn he was good. I reached out and caressed his balls with one hand and tweaked one of his nipples with the other.

“Fuck me harder Jack, cmon fuck me, fuck me,� Pete shouted out loud.

Jack needed no encouragement and began slamming that fine fat prick of his into Pete’s eager arse hole. Shit Jack was going at it like a steam hammer I watched as his balls banged away on Pete’s cheeks. Pete was sucking my length in and out, faster and faster and I could feel the pressure building up deep in my groin, my balls were waiting to explode. Pete was wanking himself furiously as Jack continued to pound away, his head was thrown back I didn’t think he would last much longer and I was right, he was making grunting noises and his teeth were clenched tight, his chest was glistening with sweat and for one mad moment I imagined myself licking it.

“Yes, yes, yes,� Jack shouted as he pulled his deeply buried dick out of Pete’s arse and shot a stream of cum over Pete’s chest, he continued to pump his dick with a fist so tight around the thick shaft that his knuckles were white, he shot more cum out landing on Pete’s arm which was a blur as he jerked his prick to a climax, Pete’s spunk hit Jack’s forehead as he bent forward exhausted from his efforts. Jack’s head came to rest just above Pete’s pubic hair trail. Pete was squeezing the final drops of cum out of his dick, most of which was destined for Jacks hair.

Pete was sucking my prick like a baby being breast -fed and he was rolling my balls around in his hand, that’s all I needed, I could feel the cum racing up my prick and flying into Pete’s greedy mouth. I jerked my hips forward, Pete began to cough and splutter and my prick sprung free and I shot a thick ropey length onto his face……..fuck I felt as weak a kitten, so I dropped to my knees to catch my breath. Looking up, Jack was peeling his head off Pete’s groin, cum dripped from his hair, his prick had a single strand of cum hanging from it, I wished I was close enough to have tasted it, I just didn’t have the energy to move. Pete lay there panting, his chest heaving up and down. He rubbed the palm of his hand over his chest then held it up to his face and examined it then licked it, slowly. Damn this was a freaky afternoon, but I loved every exciting moment. I was knackered, happy and fucking drained.

“Hey Andy,� said jack. “You look fucked mate�

“Not as fucked as me Jack,� Pete replied, laughing.

“When I get hold of you, then you will be well fucked Pete,� I said getting to my feet. More laughter from Pete.

“Cmon guys lets hit the showers and try to keep our distance, we’ve been in here a while let’s not push our luck. By the way Jack, get some shampoo in your hair, you look like that guy out of “something about Mary”, or better still get hungry Pete to lick the cum offâ€?

Unknown author….

I had recently joined as a zoology prof in a college where I went in for first day of lecture. There sat Sophia on the first bench ! The first look of this girl had my head spinning ! She was sexier then any bitch I had seen in before. She was dressed in a white tight blouse which showed off her lovely round tits prominently. As she stood up to greet me I could not stop staring at her sexy thighs which lay exposed ad she was in minies. i kept wondering what was beneath them !

It was really difficult to concentrate in the lecture. And then it happened ! I dropped my zoology book by mistake on the floor and had to bend down to pick it up. There I got a view of her lovely panties under the minies.

I continued to masturbate for many days with Sophia being my fantasy. I had fucked ner in my imagination in all the positions that I could think of. I thought only if the imagination changed to reality !

Then I got a way of doing that. Grades of sophia in zoology were pretty bad. I frightened her that if she did not study hard she might flunk in the exams. I asked her to take coaching from me to improve her grades.

Poor girl had to agree and we started daily sessions in the late evenings where I taught her zoology wondering when will I get the chance to teach her the actual zoology.

Slowly Sophia began to get free with me. Initially she used to come well dressed. But gradually she started coming in casual dresses. I had ball of a time staring at her as long as I wanted and started masturbating badly. My desire for the little bitch grew day by day.

One day it happened. It was raining heavily and the weather was all stormy. It was late evening and Sophia had come over for her class. The drops of rain could not resist clinging to her body and she was all wet. On top of it she was dressed in a low cut blouse and a mini skirt. This 18 year old chick all wet turned me on.

Sophia who had never had sex in her life was not very much aware of what was going in my mind. We sat for the coaching and I started with reproduction. When I reached to reproductive organs i could feel that she was getting concious of my stares on her boobs which were quite visible thru her wet dress.

Noticing this I put my hand on hers to turn her on. I was in all mood to satisfy my hunger for this slut tonight. Sophia protested and said she wanted to go home. I told it was too stormy to go home. She persisted with her demand to go home and went towards the door.

I closed the door and grabbed her. She was cold with fear. She begged to let her go. I blackmailed her that if she did not do what I told her to do I will see to it that she flunks in her tests. Desperate not to make me angry she started to beg before me to let her go.

I caught hold of her more tightly and got better off all her attempts to sqeeze past. Knowing that it was useless to rebel she decided to comply.

I asked her to remove her blouse. She started crying. I told her that it wont help. Reluctantly she removed her blouse leaving her in her lacy bra and skirt. This sight turned me on completely and made my cock go as thick as ever before.

I approached her and gave her a kiss. Slowly I lay her down on the couch and kissed her thighs. Then I moved my hands over her bra pinching her breasts thru her bra. This made her breasts go hard. I kissed her for a long time.

Not able to bear the hard cock in my undies I removed my pand and undies to make my cock free. Seeing the cock Sophias was dumbstruck. I could feel lust in her eyes for the cock and the longing in them to have the cock put in her cunt.

I kissed her again and could feel her reciprocating for the first time. I knew she would not be disappointed by this game of sex which she was playing for the first time.And that too with a man who had thought just about her since he had seen her.

I unclasped the bra and saw her hard nipples. Sucking her nipples her put my hand into her panty. Her cunt was all hot and wet. I removed her panty and kissed it and got mad by the smell of the liquid which had seeped into it.

Here lay a girl all naked except her tiny skirt all ready to be fucked by me. I pinched her nipples with my thumbs and could hear her sighes getting louder and louder. I could hear “Fuck me ! Satisfy me !”

This was all I wanted to hear. I put my cock into her pussy and started giving violent thrusts. She could not beleive how nicw this could feel and was running out of breath. This continued for quite some time when we both came.

We made love many times that night. Since then life has not been the same. The zoology classes have become much more entertaining and grades of Sophia getting better and better as she learns her zoology !

That’s today’s hot free sex story!

Story written by christopherrluu at gmail dot com

“Are you going to pick me up or should I take a cab?” Chris asked.

“I’ll send a car out for you, or I’ll go myself. The schedule’s tight
but I think I have half-days of shooting that week,” Jake said, Chris could
hear him flipping through a stack of papers over the phone. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.” When Jake hung up, Chris realized how much he
really did miss him. The two weeks apart seemed to drag on forever; he
didn’t want to call Jake, knowing that he’d probably be shooting or
memorizing lines, and then the time difference made it even harder to gauge
whether or not he was sleeping, awake, or shooting scenes at night.

Chris threw a few more sweaters into his suitcase before snapping it
shut. Vivian had sent him a ticket to New York to meet with Houghton
Mifflin for the cover of his next book. He had no idea what he wanted it
to look like, and he was still working on giving it a title. He had a
journal full of working titles now that he’d ditched his laptop for
something lighter. There were words crossed out, charts testing the flow
of word combinations, shopping lists, and an ink stain on one page. If
anyone saw it, they’d think he was schizophrenic. He threw an extra blank
journal into his messenger bag and went looking for his wooden fountain
pen. Ever since Vivian found it for him, it was the only thing he liked
using.

Opening and closing the drawers in the study, which was growing
increasingly messy, “Shit,” he said, knocking over something on the floor
with his clumsy feet. Looking down, he noticed it was a rocking horse with
a note on it. Opening the pale yellow envelope, he felt stupid for not
noticing it until now. How long had it been sitting there?

There, scrawled in Jake’s shaky handwriting, was a message: “For
Chris–who made me real. Jake.” Chris realized it wasn’t just a rocking
horse; it was a skin horse, its leather faded and worn. Jake spent a lot
of time in the study when Chris was writing, since he wrote everywhere but
the study. He only used it when he was editing or making phone calls.
Chris kept his favorite books on the very top shelf, because they were all
really old, falling apart, or both. Chris never read a book just once,
every book he got was read at least twice, it was just something he was
used to from his literature classes. “There are two levels to every book,”
one of his professors would always say.

Chris grabbed his copy of The Velveteen Rabbit, the first book he
could remember having read to him. The corners of the book were tattered
and fraying, the pages were more yellow than white, and there were
scribbles all over the end sheets. He remembered telling Jake just once
that The Velveteen Rabbit meant a lot to him, it was when they’d only met
and Jake asked him what the “little book that’s falling apart” was. Chris
remembered going into a long speech about how it wasn’t falling apart, it
was being loved and would become real any day now. Jake probably thought
he was crazy, but here he was, looking down at his very own skin horse.
Had it been there this whole two weeks? It was too late to call Jake and
ask, and to say thank you, but he made a mental note to give Jake a special
thank you when he go to New York.

He noticed his pen sticking out from under the desk and grabbed it,
sticking it in his pocket. It seemed that when he least expected it, Chris
was always surprised. Jake always kept him on his toes.

***

Chris waited for everyone to leave the plane before even trying to get
out of his seat, the rush was too much to deal with, and after sitting
there for so long, what was another few minutes? Waving goodbye to the
flight attendants, he walked through a long tunnel into the terminal.
Everywhere he looked, people were hugging and shaking hands. Families
reunited and businessmen meeting to make their big deals, Chris looked
around for Jake, or at the least, someone holding a sign with his name on
it. Looking around, he saw neither, and as the crowd dissipated, he
figured that he should just head out to the street, maybe Jake told whoever
was picking him up to get him out there.

Pulling the handle from his suitcase, he took a few steps with the
rest of the crowd before he saw Jake standing there, a goofy smile on his
face and a messy sign that read “Lewis.” Chris practically ran to Jake,
throwing his arms around him. He didn’t care who saw, didn’t care if the
picture would be all over the internet that night, didn’t care if the
entire world stopped to stare. He felt safe, like he was home again.
Jake’s hand patted Chris’ back before reaching for the suitcase. “Let’s
get out of here,” he said.

“Thanks for picking me up,” Chris said, “and thanks for the horse.”

Jake’s eyes wrinkled as he smiled, “I knew you’d like it. But it took
you long enough to notice. I put it there right before I left.”

“Sorry,” Chris said, “I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

“When do you have to get back on set?”

“I got the rest of the day off.” Chris let his head fall to Jake’s
shoulder when they got into the cab, “Reservations for dinner, and a suite
at the Astoria.”

“Where to?” asked the cabby.

“Astoria,” Jake said, his hand grabbing Chris’. The stress of the day
seemed to disappear when Jake touched Chris. The warmth of Chris’ hand,
the familiar feeling of it inside his own, made Jake’s entire body relax.
He let out a long sigh, it was the first time in two weeks he just forgot
about the movie, and it felt good. Chris was looking out the window, his
eyes tired, but Jake could feel his pulse racing in his hand. “Tired?”

“It was a long flight. And it’s weird that I left at breakfast and
now it’s dinnertime,” Chris said, “I must have eaten six or seven bags of
peanuts on the plane.”

Jake smiled, the cab coming to a stop at the marble rotunda of the
Astoria. Chris got out of the car, stretching the fatigue out of his legs.
Jake pulled Chris’ suitcase out of the trunk, handing it to one of the
bellhops. “Twenty-eighth floor, I forget what number. It’s the third door
on the right after the elevator bay, I think. It’s under Lewis.”

The bellhop looked at Jake like he was crazy, and Chris grabbed his
suitcase from his hand, “I can take care of it, thanks.”

Chris and Jake walked into the hotel, it was quiet, but there were
still plenty of people in the lobby. “Elevators are over there,” Jake
said, motioning to the right. Chris walked towards them, everything about
the hotel distracting him. The architecture and the flowers, everything
was lush and opulent. “You guys can go first,” Jake said to an older
couple that was waiting for an elevator too, “we’ll catch the next one.”

Confused, Chris didn’t question it. Something was up with Jake and he
didn’t want to make it any worse. “The shooting schedule along with the
stress of the script itself must really be getting to him,” Chris thought.

An elevator opened and the two of them practically jumped inside, Jake
slamming his finger onto the “door close” button. When the doors slid
shut, Jake pounced on top of Chris, slamming him into the cold marble of
the elevator wall. The breath was knocked out of him, Jake’s lips on top
of his, hands on Chris’ ass and one knee spreading Chris’ thighs apart.
“Two fucking weeks,” Jake said, panting, “I’ve been crazy, I can’t
concentrate on anything, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

To be continued….

Here is a story I found, rather softcore, but its alright:

It was the middle of summer Summer when I walked into a Broadway near my house hoping to find the perfect birthday gift for my dad. I didn’t realize that I would end up with the perfect gift for myself…. I walked around the store with a fraction of me looking at merchendise, and the rest of me crusing the boys (standard mall proceedure). As I walked passed the mens shirt/tie counter I noticed this awsome looking boy behind the counter. I tried not to stare, however, I realized that we had caught each others glance. Embarased that I was caught crusing him, I quickly turned away. When I looked back a few seconds later he was smiling at me. I smiled back, then walked away…. “FOOL!” I said to myself. Go back and talk to him. ….”Naaaa. It’s too late now. He’d probably think I’m a fag….” But I am a fag, so I waited a few minutes then navigated my way back to the mens tie counter…. He smiled that same hart-melting smile and asked if I needed help. I told him I need a birthday gift for my dad and didn’t know what to get. (A good line to use since now he could spend more time helping me.) 30 minutes later I walked out with a new wallet and his name (which I got off his name tag, Brian)….. The following day I went back again and who do you think I ran into? BRIAN! This time I told him that I was just hanging out. We talked for about an hour then I wondered off so he could help his customers…….

A week later I was looking through my friends brother’s high school yearbook. (A very rich source of eyeball entertainment.) As I’m flipping through the 12th grade pages, who do think I see??? Hmmm? That’s right. BRIAN! “WOW”! I exclamed. I grabbed his brother to ask him if he knew anything about this awesome teendream. He just smiled a weard smile and said “No”. ….. Well at least now I had his last name so I could look it up in the phone book and get his number….HA!. YES!..PROGRESS!…I did this. His was the 4th in the list under his last name in the book. Cool. Now what the fuck do I do with it. I can’t call him. What would I say? I decided to let the whole thing drop for a few days……

I was living in an apartment at the time with a (very straight) room mate. It was about 10:00 and I was getting ready to crash for the night. I looked and felt like total dogshit from a very long day. (Picture this: I am unshaven, hair is thrashed, wearing nothing but underwear, and walking around half asleep) There’s a knock on the door. Since my roomate was expecting his girlfriend, I opened the door…..There stood my friends brother and BRIAN!!!…..with that same adorable smile…….

Well, this is rotten timing. Of all the nights to just…. drop in. There wasn’t a whole lot I could do about it NOW though, so I invited them both in. It turns out that they’ve been friends in school for over a year. We all kicked back and talked for about an hour then brian and I exchanged phone numbers (even though I already had his). Although I still wasn’t sure whether or not Brian was into boys, I went to sleep that night with the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen.

The next day I called him. During the course of the conversation I learned that, while he did have a girlfriend, he was very interested in boys but had never been with one. I told him that I would be happy to introduce him to the “boy” scene. He was delighted at the idea and so we arranged to get together that Saturday night for an evening at Odyssey-1. (Those of you who were privlaged to be a part of the Odyssey generation will probably go into a mental time warp about now…) That was the longest week in my life. Saturday night finally arrived, and I picked him up around seven o’clock. He looked hot! I decided to cruse up the coast toward Malibu. When we arrived, we walked along the beach by the water and watched the sunset. Never before in my life had I felt such romantic energy for another boy. We talked about family life and family problems, and school and girls and… whatever. As we stood at the water’s edge, the gentle warm breeze, the last golden rays of the sun dissapering over the horizon, and Brian standing beside be made this one of the most intense moments of my life. I wanted it to last forever….I wanted so much to reach over and kiss him. But I didn’t do it because I still wasn’t sure if he liked me in that way. We walked back to the car and headed for the Odyssey.

We arrived and entered the disco at around ten o’clock. By eleven I had to fight my friends (and strangers) off of Brian. BACK! BACK YOU MONSTERS!… We danced and had a wonderful time till about one o’clcok, then Brian asked if we could leave. Since he didn’t want to go home right away, we drove to a country club in the valley which, for some reason, never locks the gates at night. The view up there is spectacular, making it a great place to be alone with someone special. Brian was certanly special to me. We walked along the green but it was so dark we really couldn’t see where we were going. It was very warm out that night so we decided to sit down on the grass and talk awhile. We sat very close and discussed the evening. He thanked me for protecting him from the boy-eating mob in the club. We sat there talking for about a half hour then I asked him what he wanted to do. He suggested going back to my apartment. Well, I could hold back no longer. I reached over and kissed him very softly. As I ran my fingers through his silky smooth hair, the fragrence of his colone, and the softness of his lips, created emotional and physical feelings that were almost too powerful for us to handle. That first kiss lasted for what seemed like eternity. We continued holding and kissing on under the stars until we noticed that the sun was begining to rise. Again, he suggested that we go back to my appartment. I took him home instead. I told him that in two weeks he would be eighteen and I wanted to be his birthday present…. Two weeks later we had a night that made the evening on the country club green seem mild in comparison….

Thank you Brian. I will never forget you.

‘You’re in here,’ Tequila said as he pushed open a door.
Kevin looked into the room. Small, white and bare but it had a bed and felt cool. It would do.

‘I’m next door, if you need anything during the night.’ The short guy gave him a wink but must have seen the worried look cross Kevin’s face because he added, ‘only joking. I don’t finish work tonight until two so I’ll come in quietly. Here, I’ll show you where everything is.’

The flat was small, similar to the apartment that Kevin should have been staying in. Open plan, it had probably been built at the time when the coast of Canaria had given its ancient landscape up to concrete and the promise of mass tourism. Plastered white walls and glossed white woodwork, flimsy hardboard doors and archways between kitchen and living room. The imitation marble tiles on the floor were cracked in places and Kevin sensed that soundproofing had not been a major concern to the property developers. He could hear someone’s television playing late night Spanish comedy and canned laughter.
Tequila stood leaning against the kitchen work surface, his arms and ankles folded, while Kevin gave a cursory look around the living room. Kevin was offered a can of beer as he came back into the kitchen.

‘Everything ok?’ Tequila asked as Kevin took the can.
‘Great, ta.’
‘Still wondering what’s going on?’
‘What is going on?’
‘Nothing babe, nothing to worry about. There’s a TV in that cabinet, no satellite I’m afraid so it’s all in Spanish, and there’s some more beers in the fridge. Come back to bar if you want, we’re there for a few more hours yet.’
‘Why you doing this mate?’
‘You need looking after.’
‘No I don’t.’
‘Can I ask you something?’
‘What?’

Tequila pushed himself from the work surface and crossed to the bin. He pressed the pedal, flipped the lid and dropped his empty beer can into it before turning back and looking Kevin up and down.

‘Are you one of us or one of them?’ he asked.
It took Kevin a while to work out what he meant. One of us would mean was he queer, one of them… That meant the same thing didn’t it? One of them from Tequila’s point of view would have meant straight.
‘I dunno,’ he answered. And in all honesty, at that point, he really didn’t. ‘Can’t you be half and half?’
‘You can be whatever percentage you want babe…’
‘Can’t you call me something else?’
‘Like what?’
‘Like Kevin, it’s me name.’
‘Very well Kevin if we are to be formal. And you can, if it makes you feel better, call me Tom. It’s my name.’
‘So how come they call you Tequila?’
‘Lick, swallow and bite.’
‘Oh, right…’
‘Doris named me Tequila when we first met because that was all I drank. Lick the salt, swallow the drink, bite the lemon. I was in such a state when she found me that that was all I was doing, twenty-four seven. Getting slammed on slammers.’
‘And she takes in lots of blokes like you does she?’
‘Like us you mean?’ Tequila gave him a wink. ‘As I said, it’s almost a habit. But enough, I have to get back to the bar. You remember your way across the Umbro if you want to come back?’
‘I won’t be going out.’
‘Whatever. I’ll wake you in the morning around seven, we’ve got an early start.’
‘Yeah, I was going to ask…’
‘It’s a laugh. Honest, you’ll love it.’
‘What is it?’
‘Driving, that’s all.’
‘I aint driven abroad before.’
‘Simple. Just remember to stay on the right.’ Tequila was searching his pockets, checking that he had his keys. He found them and held them up, shook them.
‘But driving what?’
Kevin followed the other guy as he went out into the living room and picked something up from the coffee table. A brochure of some sort.
‘It’s all in here,’ Tequila said passing it over. ‘Doris’ gay jeep safari. We set off from here at eight, pick up the guests and drive them up into the mountains. A swim in the reservoir, visit to the caves, lunch at a mountain restaurant, a bit of off road and back down for five. You’ll love it.’
Kevin wasn’t so sure.
‘Gay jeep safari?’ His face had turned slightly pale. ‘She wants me to drive a jeep off the road?’
‘You wanted to pay her back for the room. Tomorrow will be easy. We’ve only got ten guests, two jeeps. I’ll drive in front, you follow. Just don’t go over any cliffs. Got to run, see you in the morning.’

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I’m suddenly awake, though in all honesty I’ve not really been asleep. Just drifting off, but always keenly aware of my hard, ridged flesh that throbs and pushes up against the bedcovers.

A creak.

Almost imperceptible, but my ears – my waiting ears – have picked up the sound as surely as radar, and the softest of barefooted steps enter my room. I feel, father than hear the door close, and the lock clicks briskly in the doorjamb. I stop breathing for what seems like an eternity, while my unseen visitor slowly and quietly covers the distance from the door to my aching bed.

I don’t move, and I assume that my heartbeat is thudding like a drum in anticipation, as the covers are gently turned down, and the bed sags slightly as another body enters it. I lay on my back, letting my cock form an unseen tent-pole of the bedclothes, as the warmth of the visitor’s flesh radiates against mine.

We lie there, hip to hip, almost in denial that there is anybody next to us, but I can hear his gentle breathing. Mine seems laboured and harsh compared to his, yet he is older than me, 20 years older - he’s 40 - and he is my cousin, and we’ve never done this before though I’ve dreamed of it happening, and masturbated myself to sleep on many a night when we’ve been under the same roof.

His mother and father are in the room along the corridor and I have no idea how lightly they sleep, but I want to fling myself upon him and cover him with wild kisses, and rub our cocks against each other’s bellies. I want to pump my sperm into his mouth, his face, all over him, and I can barely keep my hands from him. He is hairy, and muscular and rough-looking and I’m blond. I have a good-sized prick and I believe he’s well-hung, though I’ve only seen the bulge in his swimming trunks when we’ve all been bathing.

He’s not married, but I assume he has his pick of women, and I’m jealous of them. His hand rests on my thigh, the warmth of it spreading over me, and one finger taps lightly, then his hand moves over and comes into contact with my hard stem. I can hear his breath
catch, and then his fingers curl around me. I close my eyes and reach out my hand, almost embarrassed (crazy at this point) for fear of rejection somehow, and I trail my fingers over his furry thigh, until I reach his cock, rising, hot and damp from a sea of dark curls.

I give an involuntary hiss of breath, afraid that I’ll spoil it all by coming too soon, and as if reading my mind, he takes his exploring hand and strokes my flat belly, trailing his fingers round the base of my erection. I can feel his eyes on me, and I turn my head towards him, and there, as my eyes become accustomed to the darkened room, I can see his face, a light smile on his lips.

He turns over towards me, and I do likewise to face him, and we lay there, belly to belly, cock to cock, the tips touching as I stroke his skin. He tousles my hair like I’m a kid or something, then leans forward and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my face. I close my eyes and slide towards him, our lips meeting and his tongue darting into my open mouth, then our tongues mash, saliva running down onto the pillow as we press our bodies together. Our cocks are strained against each other and alongside each other as they rise between us.

I’ve lost all reason and my cock is leading me wherever it wants to go. I don’t want to use a condom because I want to feel his flesh when (if) he enters my body, and his hands come down and they grip my ass firmly, his fingers creeping round and pulling my cheeks apart. I can hardly breathe now, our kissing is so intense, so pull my lips from his and I embrace him, while his fingers skirt round my ass ring.

I’m silently screaming to him to go further and dive into my hole, and somehow I feel he can sense this but he somehow tries to drive me mad with longing. I reach down between us and stroke his long, hard cock, already leaking and slick, and I rub my fingers over the end, making him twitch, then bring my fingers to my lips, letting the man-scent assail my nostrils, breathing in his essence.

I slide down his body, kissing it as I pass every inch of it; his saliva-slick chin, and his neck, where the chest hair ends its curling journey, then down over his chest, licking and nibbling at his nipples. His hand is gently pressing down on the top of my head, urging me ever downward, and I’m soon at his hard-muscled belly, licking and kissing the ridged indentations of muscle and all the time his body hair curls round my face, almost beckoning me down to his groin where his bush rises to greet me.

His long cock is pressed against my neck now, leaking pre-cum all over my Adam’s apple, so I raise my head, and my lips come into contact for the first time with his pulsing cockhead. I dip my tongue into the oozing slit, feeling and tasting it and licking round the bulging tip. Taking him into my mouth without touching the sides, I have about four inches inside, before I close my lips and I hear him gasp as if from a long way away.

Lifting my head slightly, I drag my lips along his length until I just have his tip between them, then I sink again, this time lower, so that his bush hair is starting to tickle my nose, and on, down to his root and taking my time, because I don’t want to gag, and though I’ve had men’s cocks in my mouth before, this one is special. Then I lick round his stem while it’s deep in my mouth, rising again all the way to the tip and feeling that I’m drawing the breath from his body as he gasps once again, this time a long, low one, and I take it easy. I want his cum in my ass this time. Maybe before dawn I may need a mouthful, but for now…

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When Michael first arrived at college he was not anyone’s idea of a normal
freshman. He had been the star of his high school track team, the star of
the school’s musical and prom king. Everyone thought he was straight
including himself. He was the definition of the perfect All-American
straight white hunk boy-man. Eighteen years old, six feet tall, 170 pounds
of lean muscle and a rock hard cock that was pretty much always eight
inches and ready to fuck pussy. Gorgeous blond hair with just a bit of a
wave in it and stunning emerald green eyes. Most people would fall madly in
love with him moments after they first saw his unbelievable eyes and
chiseled features. He also had a commanding, sexy voice, which was very
authoritative for someone of his youthful age.

Michael got an awful lot of pussy in high school. Almost all of the girls
offered themselves to him, and there was really no reason to turn them down
unless they were skanky or fat. He fucked some of those losers too, but
that was more about pity and equal rights. He felt everyone was equally
deserving of his hot cock. When he was with an ugly or fat chick he would
use those experiences to take out some of his aggression.

For whatever reason, Michael, like everyone else in America was full of
anger and resentment. He had an awful lot of issues that he needed to work
out and expending some of that frustration on other people was a good way
for him to let loose. So, when he would fuck a fat girl he would make sure
to humiliate her by calling her names and doing all kinds of nasty
shit. Most high school girls wouldn’t take that kind of crap, even from a
hot God like Michael, but the pimply losers who had no friends were more
than happy to eat his cum, lick his feet and do all kinds of other
demoralizing stuff. He would often find these girls begging to be fed his
shit from his asshole. He never indulged in it but he wondered how low you
had to be to do something that gross.

It didn’t take Michael long to figure out that there was a happy medium
between the pretty girls he liked to fuck and the gross girls he liked to
humiliate. What he found his first day of college was a large group of
willing pig bottom boys. They were hot as chicks, but had no dignity
whatsoever and got off on him abusing them and treating their sorry asses
like shit. The idea of them serving as his toilet was an honor for most of
these fags.

Michael was straight. He never thought of himself as gay and neither did
the many fags who serviced him at college. He was a straight guy who just
happened to learn that boys give better service than girls.

The first experience Michael had at school was with his R.A. who was three
years older and probably also straight. The R.A, Pete, was giving Michael a
tour of the floor, and couldn’t help but notice Michael’s bulge in his
sweats. Michael had gotten used to wearing sweats with no underwear and he
either didn’t notice or care that everyone could plainly see the outline of
his delicious cock. It is very hard for ANYONE, gay or straight to resist a
cock like that. A cock that stands at attention all the time, ready for a
nice open mouth or any other hole that might be handy.

Pete was pretty darn good looking himself. He was kinda of an Ashton
Kutcher type, with a bob of cute brown hair and a really pleasant fun
disposition. He wasn’t exactly a slacker, but also wasn’t a geek. Just your
everyday real cute guy with a tight swimmer’s build and modely features.

So, when Pete and Michael were in the stairway, Pete “jokingly” grabbed
Michael’s cock and balls, and said “oops.” Michael’s first instinct was
“fuckin faggot.” But he thought about it for a quick mill-second. He was a
big boy now at college and here was an upperclassman who was obviously
making a none-too-subtle pass at him. Why not see where it goes? Didn’t
make him gay, but it couldn’t hurt to get some head right about then
either.

So, Michael quickly changed his tune, and said “you like that? Why don’t
you get down on your faggoty hands and knees and suck it then bitch!”

No one had ever spoken to Pete like that, and it triggered something deep
inside him. He was compelled to follow suit. He got right on his hands and
knees in the middle of a stairwell that anyone could have entered. Pete
could lose his job, or even worse, his dignity, but he didn’t care. The
thought of pleasing a hot hung guy like Michael was all he could comprehend
at the moment. He was on his knees and he looked up at Michael pleadingly.

Michael said “pull down my sweats. Open your mouth and beg for my cock you
faggot loser.”

Pete followed his instructions and began begging immediately by saying, “oh
please, Michael, please please please let me suck your big cock….

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‘Oh no! I’m really sorry about that sir.’ David went red with embarrassment. ‘Is there anything I can do?’ He looked down at the tomato soup he’d just dropped into a man’s lap. The older man was furious.

‘Look at what you’ve done, this is my best suit!’ he shouted as he stood up. He watched the soup poring down his trousers, leaving him standing in a pool of warm, red liquid. ‘What am I going to do! Or more to the point, what are you going to do?’ Both of their faces were as bright red as the soup. ‘I’m really very sorry sir. It was an accident. If you’d care to follow me to the bathroom I can clean it up for you,’ David answered hopefully.
The other customers in the restaurant had now stopped eating and were staring at him. He had to try and diffuse the situation as soon as possible before it got out of hand. The man threw his napkin down on the table in disgust and harshly told David to lead the way. As soon as they got into the restroom David ran the taps into the sink. ‘If you would like to take your trousers off sir, I would be more than happy to clean them for you,’ the waiter said, stuttering with nerves.

‘I’ll be damned if I’m taking my trousers off in a public place young man. You’re just going to have to clean them down whilst I’m still wearing them. And hurry up you clumsy idiot I was in the middle of a very important meeting.’ With shaking hands David got down on his knees in front of the customer and with a damp cloth started to clean the mess. The older man just kept on reminding him what an imbecile he was.

As David slowly made his way upwards from the hen, the man became quieter and quieter until finally, as David got nearer his crotch he fell silent.

David was relieved at the silence, he had started to get annoyed with the man. After all it wasn’t as if he’d thrown the soup over him on purpose. But it didn’t take long to realise why the customer had gone quiet. As he worked his way closer to his crotch it became more than obvious that the older man was highly aroused. David looked at the hard bulge outlined in his suit trousers.

‘Do you want me to carry on or do you want to finish it off yourself?’ David asked as he looked up into the man’s red and embarrassed face. He was enjoying this now that the tables had turned and the man was looking uncomfortable. The man didn’t answer. The room seemed to fill with an expectant charge and the only sound was that of the man’s heavy breathing.

Because the old guy hadn’t responded to the question, David took a deep breath and casually pressed the warm damp cloth onto the man’s hardness. A small groan escaped from the man’s lips. David looked up and smiled as the man closed his eyes. Using the palm of his hand David started to rotate it over the stranger’s erection, feeling it harden by the second. ‘It’s not coming off properly,’ David said. Deciding to be brave he continued: ‘I’m going to have to put my hand inside so I can rub it a bit harder.’
This time the man opened his eyes, pulled his zip down, rested his hands on David’s shoulders and silently nodded.

David felt the excitement rush through him and felt his own hardness grow between his legs as he put his hand inside the man’s open trousers. He pressed the back of his hand against his stiffness and dabbed at the, by now, clean trousers. He could feel the heat of the man’s excitement building up and the wetness of his underpants where the soup had leaked through.

‘I’m afraid the soup’s gone right through onto your underwear.’ The lad spoke with a croaky voice. He hoped to feel the man’s erection in his hand and down his throat. ‘Would you like me to clean them as well?’

The man looked straight into David’s eyes.
‘I think you should boy,’ he answered with a shaky but deep voice. He carried on watching with lustful eyes as David undid his belt and pulled his trousers down past his knees.

David licked his lips at the site of the man’s naked flesh and opened his mouth. He started to lick at the underpants, around the outline of the man’s huge erection now straining to be released from the confines of the soiled underwear. As David lapped away with his tongue the older man ran his fingers through the lad’s hair. He started to moan with pleasure as David ran his hungry tongue along the length of the hard penis. Then he parted his lips and took the end of it into his warm willing mouth.

The man, who had been so arrogant and horrible only ten minutes before, was immediately turned into a quivering mess. He started to beg.
‘Please, please can you to fuck me?’
This was more than David had even hoped for.
‘Not yet,’ he answered teasingly. He gently pulled the man’s underwear down to where his trousers lay around his ankles.
Once more he lent forwards and started to lick and suck on the man’s hairy and heavy bollocks whilst one of his hands wrapped itself tightly around the man’s cock and began slowly wanking him off.

‘Oh god! Fuck me, please fuck me,’ the man begged in frustration again. David was enjoying hearing the begging from man who had embarrassed him in front of everyone earlier.

‘I will do, but you have to wait until I’m ready,’ he answered in a confident voice. David saw that pre-cum was dribbling out of the powerful erection in his hand and he licked it off before he hungrily devoured it down his throat. Using his hands he grabbed the man’s arse cheeks and started to deep throat him in a steady rhythm making the man’s balls slap onto his chin with each thrust. Slowly his hands moved towards each other until they found what they had been searching for and then, once found, his fingers spread open the man’s velvet entrance and rotated one of his fingers around his anus.

The man’s moans and groans grew louder and louder as the finger dipped into his hole ever so slightly and then backed out again. It penetrated a little deeper each time. David was on purposely taking his time, sucking and poking at the man and bringing him to the brim of ejaculation.

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I’d offered to work backstage for this theatre company, just amateurs so no one famous. I was new to the town and thought it would be a good way of getting to know some people. During the rehearsals for the play they were doing (a pretty dull show if you ask me) I started to notice one cast member in particular. His name was Mallon, which is a pretty obscure name, and he was a redhead. Real copper red, deep coloured short hair. Nice. I reckoned he was in his early twenties though spoke as if he was younger, in that he used a lot of slang and street talk that for me, aged 36, sounded phoney. It did give him a certain naivety that I found alluring though and, as I watched him practice I started to warm towards him.

I sat in the dark wings of the stage with a dim torch, staring at the script and prompting the actors when the forgot lines and, from time to time, I noticed that Mallon would glance towards me. As my eyes darted continuously from book to stage I caught glimpses of him and the more I watched the more I started to fall for him. Until, at the final dress rehearsal, I knew that I had to have him, in some form or another. He’d hardly spoken to me, he never needed a prompt and all I really knew about him by then was that he left straight after rehearsals to go drinking with his straight mates or to meet his girl. But the idea of somehow seducing him kept me going through the routine of practice. At least, from my position at the side of the stage, I got to watch him closely. I got an up front view of his youthful physique when he wore the tight shirt and jeans costume and I got a very close view of his crotch when he waited for his first entrance; standing right beside me so close I could smell his make up and nervousness. (He was getting more nervous as the opening night approached.)
Due to the way the set had been thrown together there was only one way to get from dressing rooms to stage. This meant that if an actor needed to enter from my side of the stage he would have to be in place before the show started and once there the only way he could leave was to go on stage. Mallon started in this place and had a twenty minute wait before his first entrance. So I got to see him semi-naked while he waited in the wings; (his character had been off stage ‘sunbathing’). He was very distracting.

Well, opening night came and backstage was a mass of tense, nervous activity. Hushed voices, rushing actors, a frantic director; the usual amateur opening night activity I guess. Everyone got their last call and I slipped across the stage to my seat in the darkness of the wings. A couple of seconds later and Mallon appeared, a dressing gown covering his near nakedness and keeping him warm. We nodded to each other and he showed me his hands, outstretched and shaking. We could hear the audience taking their seats and the news from out front was that it was a full house.

Mallon paced a little, mumbling some lines quietly, then stopped and breathed deeply.

‘Are you o.k.?’ I whispered.
‘Nervous as fuck,’ he whispered back.
‘You’ll be fine.’
‘I’m too fucking tense!’

The house lights dimmed, the audience fell silent and the music started to play as the curtain went up.

The first scene was between two women, done upstage and out of my sight line. It wasn’t a scene that they had trouble with; these two were the great old dames of the company and never dropped a line. I didn’t need to worry about them.

I felt young Mallon, the juvenile lead, standing beside me. I could feel the heat from his body and the touch of his dressing down as he stood nervously waiting for his entrance.

‘Getting hot,’ he said so quietly that I could hardly hear him.

The stage lights were heating up the theatre and I was already starting to sweat. I nodded, my eyes still on the book.

‘Need to cool down,’ he whispered again.

I felt the dressing gown slip from him and onto the floor. I stole a sideways glance as I always did at that point, to feast my eyes on the front of his shorts, only three inches away at eye level. But that night he was not wearing any shorts.

Gone were the baggy, swimming trunks he’d worn at rehearsal. For the actual performance he was totally nude.

Confused I checked my book, no mention of nudity. Maybe this was a last minute change by the director. The scene was going well on stage, I turned a page and looked back.

In the strangely coloured light spill from the stage Mallon’s pubes glowed a deep red, almost crimson. A shadow covered his upper torso from his puppy-fat stomach to above his head, he stood in darkness there. But beneath this shadow his body was illuminated by many colours and he stood like a stained-glass statue.

‘I need to calm down or I’ll blow it. Fuck!’ he cursed.

I just stared at his cock, hanging flaccid and heavy over his balls. He was cut and thick and I was already getting hard.

‘Blow it,’ he said again. And I realised that he was talking to me.
‘What?’ I hissed back.
‘Please man, get this tension off me. Blow me?’
‘Here?’

The only people who could see us were the two on stage, but they were off up the back, rattling through their lines. I checked the script, trembling myself now, and turned another page. There were only another ten pages of script to go before Mallon’s entrance. This was going to be my only chance.

I turned slightly in my seat, rested the script in my lap, put one arm around his smooth waist and drew him a little closer.

‘Please man,’ he begged again. But it was unnecessary. I didn’t need a second invitation.

I slipped his long, soft cock into my mouth and started working on it. Licking the cut head with my tongue as I calmly stroked his hairless backside. I felt his hand on my head, encouraging me to take more of his stiffening meat and, within a few seconds, my mouth was full to the throat with it. His flame red pubes brushed up against my nose and his wrinkled balls against my chin as his cock-head pressed and slid around at the back of my throat.

‘Jesus, that’s good,’ he whispered.

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The minister’s son was now twitching back and forth, trying to get all of his cock into Bill. At the same time, he was riding my cock up his ass. Bill then started to lift up and down on Jamie’s dick, being just inches from where I was driving my cock in and out of Jamie’s ass.

The boy was now begging, “Fuck me! Please fuck me! Harder, harder … all the way up.” Sweat was oozing down the sides of his smooth chest, and his whole body gleamed. In a moment, he lifted his hands into the air and started raising his chest off the floor, shouting, “Take me. Take me. Make me come!” He was able to do this with just the strength of his abdominal muscles. As I pounded in his ass, I could see that Jamie’s balls had tightened, and one ball almost seemed drawn into his body. When he shouted out, his cock spasmed into Bill’s ass.

I stopped in mid-thrust, enjoying the scene before me. Bill quickly withdrew, leaving a puddle of semen on Jamie’s lower groin, and as he straddled Jamie’s chest, more jism came out of Bill’s ass, looking like a string of shiny, thin rope. Bill flexed his cheeks until all the cream had dripped out of his ass. It took five Kleenexes to clean up the cum that Jamie had shot. It was now my turn to come. I proceeded to deep-dick Jamie, and he squirmed beneath me, begging me to fuck him good. I continued to answer his request. Sensing I was near the point of no return, I ran my cock in and out, using sharp thrusts. As I pushed forth, Jamie lifted his whole lower body, trying to get as much of it in as he could. With one final deep thrust, my cock started shooting string after string of juice into his oiled ass, bringing Jamie to the height of ecstasy.

After I had cooled down, I withdrew my cock from his ass and tried to clean up a bit. As the action appeared to be over, Jamie looked from me to Bill, wondering what would come next. Jamie’s chest was still heaving from the workout he had gotten, his chest muscles rising and falling as though he were flexing slabs of meat.

After I had slightly cleaned my cock, I said to Jamie, “I think this needs a better cleaning than I’m able to give it; perhaps you can clean it better.”

He grimaced, but gave in, turning on his belly as I ordered him. I then knelt in front of him and slowly eased my cock in his mouth. Bill positioned himself between Jamie’s outstretched thighs and again reached for the K-Y.

In no time, Bill was inserting his cock into Jamie’s ass, while I was deepthroating him from the front. I could look down to see Jamie’s ass cheeks flexing each time Bill thrust his cock into Jamie’s ass. The muscles on Jamie’s back flexed each time I went down his throat, and his arm muscles flexed each time he tried to pull me deeper into his throat. He even grabbed me around my thighs. Shortly, we both came, sending profuse loads down either end of Jamie. He almost seemed thankful for each spurt we were able to give him. Well, before we left Jamie, I advised him to find another solution to satisfy his needs besides using Marcelia. He wholeheartedly agreed, but said that they would still be friends.

About a week later, I got a call from Jamie, telling me he still had his pent-up desires and could find no way of release. I told him to come to my apartment, and we could talk about it. He came in a pair of tight jeans, which almost looked too small, and a cream colored tank top. His muscles were bulging out of the Sleeve openings. In no time, Jamie blurted out that he had no one else to help him release his desires. Would I be willing to help him? Lucky for me, I had just -purchased several tubes of K-Y the day before.

Faster than greased lightening, Jamie had his clothes off. Lying on the floor with his heavy thighs sticking up in the air, his asshole seemed to wink at me each time I looked at it.

We now meet every three days at my apartment. Jamie will deep throat me for about twenty minutes, and then I proceed to fuck him. If I can hold off long enough, say about an hour, he usually comes when I come, especially if I use long strokes. If not, I wrap both hands about his cock and jack him off as I shoot into him. Needless to say, Jamie and I have become great friends!

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