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The lad lies on his back, his trousers down to his knees. He holds his stiff cock in both hands, too big for his frame. He’s stroking it, dreaming of his girl while you stand over him and watch. His balls, wrinkled, flop either side and fill with the juice that’s going to splatter his stomach. His eyes are closed, he doesn’t know you are watching, doesn’t know that you are in the room. You can smell his musty sweat as his pumping gets harder and more frantic. And, as he calls out her name, as he shoots his young load over his smooth body, he opens his eyes and sees you there. He can’t stop. He’s given into you.

Bath

Two straight guys in the bath, having a lark, having a laugh like they do after football practice. Just messing about. Hard muscled chests, rough voices, horseplay and after all they’re the best of mates. The one behind parts his legs so his mate can sit between them, their wet bodies slide together. They can feel each other’s heat, flesh, firmness. The one in front slides back, the one behind has his straight cock slip up against his mate’s back. It feels good. They crack a joke but they’re both hard. They won’t kiss but they’ll mess about a bit. Until they both cum, showing off, who can shoot the quickest. They’ll do it again tomorrow.

Party

We were both drunk so that was o.k. He didn’t know what was going on and I only saw it through a haze. But we slumped on the bed, in the coats, as the party went on downstairs. As he slept I slid my hand onto his shorts, he was hard, dreaming of some woman maybe? Maybe he wasn’t asleep. I undid his zipper, pulled his long cock free from his white briefs. I held it solid and hot, I slid to lick it. I took it all in my mouth, this unsuspecting straight meat that had never entered a guy’s mouth before. Sucked it, licked it, played with it between my lips until his back arched, he grunted and unloaded his creamy wad of man spunk into my thirsty mouth. He knew nothing of it. Or maybe he wasn’t asleep?

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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.

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After Stumbling out of bed and going to the bathroom, I ambled out to the kitchen. Knowing that my parents would be at work, expecting to have the house to myself, I didn’t bothered to dress. Still half asleep, I stood naked in a burst of refrigerator light drinking from a carton of o.j. It wasn’t until this cute guy suddenly appeared in the doorway that led to the basement that I remembered my parents mentioning something about having the furnace service.The guy looked me up and down with great interest. “You could stand to put on a little weight,” he said with a snicker. “But you’ve sure got a great looking cock.”

Immediately, blood rushed to my face. I just stood there with my mouth full of juice, staring at him. He was so damn good looking, for a moment I wondered if I was dreaming.

He looked to be a few years older than me, twenty-five of so. He was average height, with a lean, somewhat muscular build. And whether he thought I was too skinny or not he was obviously attracted to me. I mean, his eyes were all over me, lingering wantonly when they fell to size up my manhood. Embroidered on the pocket of his crisply pressed shirt, just below the company logo for Speedy Furnace Repair, was the name Bill.

After finally managing to swallow, I sit the carton of juice on the counter and made a feeble attempt to obstruct his view of my stiffening cock with my hands. “I wasn’t expecting company,” I said rather sharply. “I think I’d better get dressed.”

Making himself at home at the kitchen table he glared at me with a crooked smile. “There’s certainly no need to go to any trouble on my account,” he said. “To be honest, I kind of like the view. Go ahead and finish you juice.”

I couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy. Did he think just because he was so damn good looking it entitled him to take such brazen liberties?

“You know,” he said. “With your boyish good-looks I’ll bet you’re a real heart-breaker.”

I was eighteen and aware of the fact that many of my features remained boyish, I certainly didn’t need him reminding me.

Being quite smug he leaned back in his chair. “I didn’t mean to piss you off,” he said. “It was a compliment. I’ll bet there are a lot of guys who would just love to bend you over and drill that sweet little ass of yours.”

My eyes wandered onto the cylinder shaped bulge that had begun to swell and stretch down the inside of his thigh. No doubt he was one of those guys. I had consummated my preference for cock long ago, and while I definitely found the repairman attractive, I couldn’t help being a little put off by his arrogance.

“Seriously,” said Bill. “You really are a knock out. Again I felt the familiar warmth of a blush returning to my cheeks. “Come now,” he said. “Don’t tell me no one has ever told you how gorgeous you are.” I shook my head. No one ever had. He was the first.

“I’ll bet you’re still a virgin too, aren’t you?”

If by virgin he meant I had neither fucked, nor been fucked, his assumption was correct. But virgin, or not, I wasn’t so naive that I failed to recognize his desire to seduce me.

“I think its time I got dressed,” I said, slowly making my way toward the doorway. My heart nearly exploded when Bill reached out and took hold of my hand.

“Come on now. What’s your hurry? I think we should talk some more. I’d like to get to know you better.”

He pulled me closer. His passionate brown eyes were fixed on the distended slab of teenage meat that now sprang up from between my legs. I gasped as he yanked me down across his knees. I realized at once that his strength was far superior to mine. Any attempt to deny him, even if I had wanted too, would have been futile.

One of his thick arms came to rest across my back, holding me firmly in place. “When was the last time you had someone give you a good spanking?” He ran a hand over my ass. “Damn, if that ain’t a pretty ass,” he muttered. “You’ve got the smoothest little bubble butt I’ve ever seen.

I moaned painfully as he brought his hand down hard against my vulnerable buttocks. “You like being spanked, don’t you?” God, help me, I did like it. I could hardly wait for him to smack my ass a second time, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right.

“One word about this to my parents and your job is history,” I threatened, eager for him to continue.

“Never bullshit a bullshitter, kid. You’re not going to say jack-shit to your parents. You’ve been beating your meat just aching for something like this to happen.

“You’re crazy,” I shrieked, my voice trembling with lust.

“I was like you once,” said Bill. That’s how I know what to look for. Ever since you saw me standing in the doorway you’ve seized every opportunity to check out my big basket. Not that I blame you, I’ve got a big cock, as you will soon see.

Again his firm hand swept down to sting my ass, and gain I cried out in ecstasy. Palming the fire that he had ignited in my posterior, he forced a hand between my thighs to taunt my velvety ball-sac. “It makes you horny being touch like this, doesn’t it?” said Bill. “And why not? It feels good.”

“I want you to stop,” I sighed hotly. Why was I saying no when my heart, body and soul was crying yes?

“You don’t mean that,” said Bill, reaching a bit further between my legs to embrace my erect cock. “Your dick doesn’t lie. It knows exactly what it likes, and it’s aching for more.”

I broke out in a passionate sweat as Bill’s fingers stroked my twitching rod. “Really! You’ve got to stop,” I demanded.

“Don’t worry,” Bill sighed endearingly. “It’s all right if you cum.”

“But I don’t want to cum!” If liars are destined to burn in hell, I had just doomed myself to becoming a block of cinder.

I was dumbfounded when the impassioned repairman leapt to his feet, sending me sprawling across the kitchen floor. Gazing at my exposed, six-inch projectile, Bill dropped to his knees. If I had been serious about escaping his advances this was the ideal opportunity to flee, but I didn’t even try. I was too enthralled with the likelihood of being fucked my this handsome stud.

Bill came down on top of me, nuzzling my neck, licking the tender buds of my erect nipples. The sting of his hand still burnt keenly on the surface of my buttocks as he thrust my legs into the air and forced my knees back against my chest. My chest heaved frantically as he bent down and with a single gulp consumed my entire cock. I yielded completely to his will. The slickness of his lips moving up and down the length of my rigid meat was the most exquisite pleasure I had ever experienced.

“Oh God, that feels good!” I groaned. “Suck it! Suck my meat into your throat. Ah, yeah. Do it! Eat my fucking cock!” My legs trembled as he complied with my demands, taking my slender prick so deeply into his hungry mouth that his lower lip engulfed a good portion of my fuzzy ball-sac. I was through with pretending to be coy. I wanted this big handsome repair man , and I wanted him now.

My cock flopped wetly against my belly as it slid from between his luscious lips. “I love the way you taste and smell,” said Bill, inhaling deeply as he run his nose through my dense pubic hair. I shivered as his hot tongue licked my cream filled bangers and embarked on the narrow ridge of responsive flesh that marked the path to my gaping butt crack. “I’m going to devour you, man. I’m going to show you just how good man sex can be.”

Shock waves quaked through my loins as Bill’s long, wet tongue snaked its way through the sparse butt fur that sprouted from my steamy crevice. A sensation, unlike any I had ever felt, swept over me like a tidal wave. He licked my tight pucker until my head was swimming with the intoxicating effects of his oral assault. Then, without warning, drooling profusely with lustful desire, the tip of his dancing probe stabbed wickedly into my tightly clinched burrow. He had breached the rim of my tender orifice. Wallowing in its own succulent juices, his burning tongue plunged deeper and deeper into the dank darkness of my virgin fuckhole, elevating me to a new level of awareness.

Bill retracted his splendid tongue, leaving my manhole to throb with beseeching desire. “Damn you taste good,” he sighed with a slurp of satisfaction. I watched as he opened up the front of his pants and set free his rigorously throbbing erection. The shear size of his cock was alarming, especially since I knew he intended to fuck me with this enormous tool.

Bill stuck a finger into my gaping crack and stirred the slime that saturated my tense valley. He had huge hands. His fingers were long and thick — smaller than a cock, but large enough to cause me a significant amount of distress when he poked one up my ass.

My anal corridor twitched spastically, its velvety walls clinging feverishly to the meaty finger that gently rotated to stroke my swollen pod of semen. The sensation was odd — yet pleasing.

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Story:  The Cabin Boy
Story by: Edward James

Mick stood in the master cabin before the full length mirror and, in the dull orange light invading through the skylight above him, looked at himself. He’d seen his body a million times before but this time it was different. This time something real was about to happen to it, something he’d never known before. He had not joked when he said he’d never been with another man he had never come close. There had been offers at the pool, at the bars and clubs, even at school but something had always held him back. He remembered, as a child, lying in his bed at night, fighting to stay awake in case his father came up and said goodnight. But he never came, he was always asleep when the man returned from work and then one day he was not at home at all. At boarding school he lay awake wishing an adult would come to him and sit with him. Just to reassure him that there was someone there. No one ever did. Through his teens only other boys would approach his lonely bed at night and slip a hand under the sheets, he would push it away. He didn’t want what the others were doing. He wanted his father to come and say goodnight, to tell him he was loved. Then that wore away until he was left with just the longing for someone to tell him, to love him, and he dreamed of how it would be. The perfect man, it had to be a man, not another boy and in the perfect place at the right time. When Mick was ready, when he knew everything would be right.

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There are four of us, all drinking and trying to chill out. But we know what we are here for. We have known each other only a few days, only for a few hours really. But we share one thing in common. We want to have a foursome for the first time.First there is Dan: early 40’s, shaved head, stocky and straight looking. His other half Mike: early thirties, taller, slimmer and with a goatee. My other half Ben: also early thirties, loves to be fucked hard. And me, Jason. The only thing I don’t like is a cock up my arse. That’s why me and Ben got on so well.
We sit in our living room talking and dropping suggestions for an hour, but no one makes a move. Finally it’s too much to take anymore and Ben says:

‘I don’t know about you, but if anyone wants sex I’ll be in the bedroom.’

And he goes through to where our large double bed is waiting, in darkness.

Mike stands up immediately and follows, leaving Dan and I to look at each other for a moment and smile.
‘Doesn’t hang about does he?’ he says.
‘Oh no,’ I wink back.

We both stand. Dan collects some condoms from the small bag he has brought with him and, by the time he joins me in the darkened bedroom the other two are already naked on the bed. I turn to Dan as he comes into the room. He is wearing only grey Kalvins, his cock already hard and bulging the front of them. He comes up to me and I reach immediately for his toned backside. It is firm through the material of his underwear. His hand moved directly to my Umbro shorts where my dark cock is growing fast. We kiss each other’s necks, grab and pull at each other’s flesh, rub our stiff cocks together.

His hand slips down the back of my shorts and he feels around my hairy arse. Expertly he lowers my shorts with both hands, allowing my cock to leap free and press against the stiffness in his shorts. But not for long. His shorts come down and I grab one arse cheek in each of my hands. Our bodies are hot already, our cocks clashing together.

Behind me in the darkness I can hear Mike’s groans of pleasure and I know that Ben’s expert mouth is exploring the other guy’s sensitive parts. The sounds compel me further. I drop to my knees and start to service my guest. He is cut and the feel of a raw cock head on my lips is a strange change. Both Ben and I are uncut and a bare cockhead is a rare thing in our world. I lick it first, felling for his balls. Shaved, smooth, heavy and mine to do with as I please. I swallow his length and relish the sound of his first, deep groan of pleasure. His cock slides in as far as I can take it, and I work it with my throat as his hands play on my face. My hands travel around to his arse again and, to show him what I like, I start to circle a fingertip around his hole. He groans again; this is what he likes.

I stop and stand, move him to the bed where the other two are now one over the other; sixty-nine with Ben on top.

‘Oh god,’ I hear Mike gasp as my lover’s mouth starts to explore below his balls, towards his arse.

As Dan kneels to take my cock into his mouth for the first time I can just make out in the gloom his hand moving towards my lover’s arse. Ben raises his head from where he has been working, looks over his should to see who it is that is teasing his hole. He whispers something encouraging and, as I am sucked, he is fucked by a finger.

As if he can’t stop himself Ben turns, unstraddles Mike and dives down onto Dan’s cock. The two of them have each other now and I pull away, to explore Mike.

His body is slimmer, less hairy, but his cock is still as enjoyable. Nestling in a patch of thick hair he is also cut, hard and mine for the taking. I work it into my mouth, playing my tongue along his shaft until all of it is in my throat and my face is nuzzling into his bush. He is smaller than Dan, younger but just as hard. I hear him gasp and moan with pleasure and know that he is also submissive. As I slowly release his shaft and then swallow it again, I imagine how his arse will feel when my cock slides into it later.

I hold him by his hips, pull him into my, smell the sweat which is starting to run from his hot body. I use some of it to wet my fingers that then slide around and beneath him. One starts to finger his hole and he lifts his hips to allow it further in. He gives in easily and two knuckles invade him with ease.

‘Oh god yes,’ he says loudly and squirms his buttocks down onto my hand, wanting more. He will get more soon. All seven of my solid inches.

Beside us I sense that the other two are moving. I kneel up and look over, my eyes more adjusted to the gloom. Ben has been turned around, his smooth tanned arse sticking up in the air, his knees apart. And Dan is knelt behind him. He bends forward, places his hands on the arse cheeks and spreads them. Without warning he dips forward and his tongue plunges straight into my lover’s crack. Ben lets out a long sign of release and drops his head to the bed.

As Dan feasts on him I feel Mike beneath me, lying on his back and wetting my balls with his mouth. I kneel there, enjoying the feeling and the sounds of my lover being rimmed.

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Mr Sx. Sat before his bank of video screens and watched the boys arrive. He flicked his dark, reddened eyes across the monitors and squinted through the gloom at the first bedroom.

Rob and Simon stood in awkward silence, their cases beside them, and stared at the bed.
‘Just one?’ Simon said nervously.
‘That bother you?’ Rob sounded more confident.
‘No. As long as…’
‘What?’
‘As long as you don’t take advantage during the night and make me lose,’ Simon took his case to the far side of the bed.
‘It’s a big bed man,’ Rob laughed. ‘You won’t even know I’m in it with you.’

In his dark tower Mr. Sx laughed too. Little did the boys know what adventures and temptations he had lined up for them. Trying to keep their hands off each other in a double bed was going to be the least of their worries.

He looked across to the Great Hall monitor. Karl was leading two more contestants into the castle. He looked at his notes and recognised Tim, the poor country boy, the cutest of them all. But he did not recognise the other lad. Angry and confused he slammed his fist onto the side of his chair and was just about to send for Karl, for an explanation, when the console directly in front of him flickered into life.

Ivan’s face appeared on the monitor. His deep blue eyes shinned up and calmed the Master immediately.
‘Yes Ivan?’ Mr. Sx asked quietly. The sight of his favourite boy always appeased him.
‘Your conference call is ready sir,’ Ivan said politely. ‘Shall I patch them through now?’
‘Go ahead.’

The monitor flickered off. Across the room a strange blue light illuminated the stone work and iron torch holders. Mr Sx turned in his chair and faced a large, flat video screen opposite. Suddenly the screen was alive with six individual images, six men. Their faces surrounded a central view; that of the Great Hall monitor where Karl was leading the two boys up the huge stone staircase. The six faces looked back expectantly at Mr. Sx from the wall.

‘Gentlemen,’ Mr. Sx said with a slight nod of his head. ‘Good of you to join me.’

The other men, projected into his tower from places across the world, nodded back and waited for him to say more.

‘The boys are arriving as we speak,’ Mr. Sx continued. ‘Already the boys called Simon and Rob are making themselves at home in their room. I have heard that Peter and Michael are nearing the station and that Tim has arrived at the castle too. But…’ He stopped and glanced back to the central monitor, now showing the first landing. Karl had mounted the stairs and was now showing Tim and the stranger to their room. ‘But we appear to have an unexpected replacement.’ He turned back to the conference screen. ‘Would someone care to explain?’

The six men looked around them, as if they could see the other men in the other screens. Some shrugged their shoulders, others looked down to smaller monitors beside them that showed what Mr. Sx could see from his bank of consoles. Finally a large man took a cigar from his mouth and spoke up.

‘Me,’ he said bluntly and his accent was deep southern American. ‘I engineered a change.’

The other men looked surprised. Mr. Sx looked furious.
‘You intend to forfeit your place in the game?’ he bellowed.
‘I intend to win,’ the American replied. ‘As do you all. But I wanted insurance.’
‘Explain yourself.’ Mr. Sx lent forward and glared at the video wall.

The American puffed on his cigar for a moment and then put it out. Taking his time he collected his thoughts and sat back comfortably in his chair.
‘You invited us to participate in this bet with bad odds,’ he began. ‘We each stand to lose a great deal of money if our boy drops out first. Fair enough, it’s a gamble and we are all gamblers. But the odds are… were stacked in your favour.’
‘How do you figure that one out?’ another man asked.
‘Simple, Chan,’ the American looked down to a monitor beside him. ‘It is Chan isn’t it?’
‘Good day Silverland,’ Chan nodded.
‘We’ve all bet ten million that our boy will stay intact for the weekend. Who ever bet on the winning boy gets ten million from the other gamblers and ten million from Mr. Sx here, that’s sixty million in all. But, if none of the boys remain virgins then Mr. Sx collects ten million from each of us and awards only ten to the winner. That’s assuming he does award the winner the promised prize money.’
‘That’s the gamble,’ Chan said. ‘So why are you worried?’
‘Because he’s already started cheating,’ the American spat and glared back to the camera.

Mr. Sx bristled in his chair. ‘Explain yourself Silverland!’ he demanded.

Silverland rolled his cigar in an ashtray calmly and sighed.
‘You plotted to plant one of your henchmen on the train,’ he explained. ‘Some big Russian guy, according to the reports I got. You planted him with a drug and got him to seduce my lad, Tim.’

The other gamblers started fidgeting and complaining. Mr. Sx held up a hand and they fell silent. ‘Let him go on,’ he said.

‘Well, I got news that you’d done this kind of thing before,’ Silverland continued. ‘And so I reckoned I’d take out my own insurance. I switched the boy Kris and substituted him for my own choice, not yours. I put Kurt on the train to look out for Tim. Just protecting my investment.’
‘Is this allowed?’ a man with a German accent asked. ‘Kris was my boy! He’s changed my player!’
‘Calm down Helmut,’ Silverland laughed. ‘You’ll have another heart attack. I’ve done you a favour. Kris, I discovered, would not have stood a chance. He got laid two nights ago, he wan not a virgin. So you were basically out of the running before he started.’
‘How do you know that?’ the German demanded.
‘I made sure of it,’ Silverland winked.
‘Thanks,’ Helmut said, unsure if he should be thankfrul or not.
‘Think nothing of it,’ the Amercan smiled back.
‘So Mr. Sx,’ Chan spoke up again. ‘Sounds like a fair exchange, warding off a cheat.’

Everyone looked at Mr. Sx.

‘I reckon it is,’ the American cut back in. ‘The news is, Mr. Sx, that your thug was thrown off the train, so he’s out of the game too.’

Mr. Sx just blinked at the news.

‘And,’ Silverland lent in closer to the screen, he appeared more threatening. ‘Just so that you know; if you try any more cheating I will blow your little scam wide open. FBI, Interpol, you name it. You play the game straight and we all walk away happy, either as winners or losers. Helmut gets the new lad, Kurt, your thug is out of the picture and we all get to play fair from now on. That’s all I’m asking.
‘What can I do?’ Mr. Sx concluded after thinking for a while. ‘If Silverland thinks that this Kurt stands as much of a chance as anyone else then so be it. I assure you gentlemen that the game still stands. You each have a boy. You have each placed your bet that your boy will still be a virgin by Sunday night. I still contend that none of them will be and that, in forty-eight hours time, you will each be wiring me ten million dollars. It’s a game, that is all. Our pieces are the lads and the board is my castle. Let us see which one of your boys will be taken first. If everyone agrees to the change of player that is.’
‘O.k. by me,’ Silverland spoke up first. ‘And no more cheating.’

The others agreed.

‘Good,’ Mr. Sx said. ‘Then let us get back to watching the action. The odds are again even for us all.’

But they were not. Mr. Sx had other plans for the gamblers, and for the contestants.

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That particular day I’d been sitting in my room all afternoon feeling dull and I couldn’t decide what to do. I wanted to do something and I was aware that while I was making up my mind I was using up time, so I was in a kind of circle of boredom. I could hear Bren banging posts into the ground outside and he had set up a rhythm which was knocking away the minutes as I sat there staring at the wall thinking about nothing. Eventually I told myself I might as well go and talk to him as there was nothing else to do. Mam was up in the top fields checking the walls for damage before autumn set in, like she’d done every year. It was hot and I was dressed in tee shirt, shorts and trainers.

I found Bren behind the hay barn where he was staking out the enclosure. He was wearing old jeans and boots and his shirt was hung up so the sun could dry the sweat from it. He had his back to me and I remember being fascinated by his muscles as he worked. He was a dark man, tanned from working in the sun, his hair was black and short. He paused to wipe his brow and smoke a cigarette that hung form the corner of his mouth. When he saw me he offered me a smoke, I took it. It was safe doing that ‘cos mam was a long way off and wouldn’t find out. Bren wouldn’t tell. We talked about the heat and he said he was planning to swim in the stream that runs from the top fields down to the sea. Just before it reached the cliff there was a small pool and I’d often been swimming in there too so I said I would go with him.
It was really hot as we walked away from the farm and I was looking forward to having something to do. He was telling me a story as we walked. He’d started it when I was really young and every season he came back to the farm he would do another chapter. The thing is, it was his own story, well our own story, not one he’d remembered but one he made up just for me. Ghosts were the main thing in the story ‘cos I was really fascinated by them, I still am, and he would weave me into the story. It had been going on for years and every time we met up he would tell me a bit more. My name in the story was Careworn and he was telling me a bit about a battle I was fighting. I got really excited and was running circles around him trying to hurry him along so I could find out what happened to me next. Careworn the ghost hunter, that was me and I was attacking their castle. Before the battle was finished though we reached the pool.

Seeing the clear water I forgot the story and jumped straight in, clothed, like I usually did. Once I was over the shock of the cold I turned to see what had happened to my mate. Bren was standing on the edge looking down at me, pulling his boots off. If the muscles on his back had been interesting then the muscles on his chest were fascinating. They were really easy to see, set out like a drawing in a schoolbook. I looked at my own chest and couldn’t see anything similar about me. I was white and there were no muscles outlined. Once he’d got his boots off and asked me what the water was like he started to undo his jeans so I looked away. I don’t know why, part of me wanted to watch to see what the rest of his body was like and part of me felt embarrassed. He called me and I turned back, guessing he was about to leap in. He was naked. I gawped at him but I don’t think he noticed. Then he jumped in and disappeared below the water.

I looked about me to see him through the clear pool when suddenly I was lifted out of the water and thrown through the air. Screaming with shock I crashed down into the pool. Before long we were both play fighting, splashing and making charges against each other like stags. Like ghost hunters. On one charge Bren caught me under the arms and lifted me clear out of the water. My groin was right in his face and I struggled to get free but his grip was too tight and he was too strong. As I tried to fight back I could feel his rough chin through my shorts. I was pressing against him but Bren was not doing anything about it. He held me like that, in the air, helpless. I could feel his nose against my belly button. His laughter was warm on my skin. I remember feeling uncomfortable because there were new ideas in my head and I enjoyed them. But I also knew that I would be damned for thinking that way, so I was really confused. He must have noticed what state I was in then as I heard him mumble something. And then he put me back into the water, only this time he lowered me slowly, like he had a purpose.

I slid down his wide chest and this kind of electrical charge ran through my body, I didn’t know what it was, I’d never felt anything like that before. I stopped struggling, my heart was pounding and my arms had gone weak. I was lowered further and I felt his stomach rub against my legs, we were both slippery and the feeling was exciting. Then my legs were back in the water but my feet didn’t touch the bottom of the pool ‘cos Bren was still holding me up, he seemed to be pulling me closer to him and my face was up against his chest. Then I slid my arms around him so I was hugging him and I think he hugged me back. I don’t know why I did that, I just liked the feeling of friendship he was giving me and it felt safe. The electricity was rushing around inside my body and I started to tremble. I held him harder. Maybe I was trying to hurt him. It made him gasp. Something was happening that I didn’t understand and it was going so quickly there wasn’t time to think about it. I thought I was going to wet myself but still I couldn’t let go. Everything was bright, the sun overhead, the sparkles on the water and even the air around me dazzled me. I cried out, my eyes opened with surprise and I remember him smiling at me.

Then I put my mouth over his and squeezed him harder. He grunted but I wouldn’t let him go. He bit my lip as he gave out a long, low sigh.

He carried on holding me for a while and then let me slip into the water. I knew what had just happened but I had never felt anything like that before. It felt good but at the same time I knew that something wrong had happened. Bren didn’t say anything for a while after that, he washed and got out of the pool with his back to me. I was excited and scared. I watched him get dressed before I got out and we walked back to the house in silence.

I didn’t know then that we had been seen together in the pool or what the consequences of our actions would be.

When we got to the barn he put his arm over my shoulder and told me that if I was ever in trouble I was to find him. He would look after me. That’s when he gave me the ring. He pushed it onto my finger and said I was his friend. I told him he was mine too and went back into the house. By the time I was back in my room the sound of his work had begun again. Everything was back to normal and it was like nothing had happened. Bren left the village a few days later and we never saw him again. He went to London to be a writer.

LATER

There was a dark corridor with small rooms off it and, at the end, one larger room with a bench running all the way around. At first I thought some of the small rooms were toilets because they were so tiny but when I looked in I could see they, too, had a bench in them. Changing cubicles perhaps? Other rooms had a flat table, like a bed and I began to wonder what went on. The smell of damp made me feel sick and I turned to walk back the length of the corridor and out. As I hurried past one door that was not quite shut a noise startled me and I made the mistake of looking in.

My first thought was ‘how am I going to write about this?’ Then I thought ‘get out now.’ Then I thought ‘I want to watch.’ The last thought scared me more than what I saw and I checked there was no one behind me before creeping up to look into the small room through the crack in the door.

There was a man, naked, lying on his back on the table. He was about forty, I’d say, he had dark hair over his chest and some grey hair over his ears. His head was back and he either had his eyes closed or he was looking at the ceiling, either way he was not looking at me. Between us was another man, bending over the table with his head about where the older man’s groin could have been. The hairy man had his hands on the other guy’s head and it was going up and down. The guy bending over was naked too and I could see his back clearly. He didn’t have any hair on him at all and I imagined for a minute that it could have been me. He too was slim and not too tall. He was supporting himself with one hand on the table and the other on the hairy guy’s chest where he seemed to be squeezing.

I was rooted to the spot. I’d never seen two men doing this before and I don’t think I realised exactly what was going on until the younger one stood up. I backed away a bit, thinking he would see me, but he didn’t and something compelled me to watch again. When the slim man stood back I could see that he was only slightly older than me but he was blonde. Although I was shaking and felt like I was going to throw up this little voice kept telling me to stay and watch and I couldn’t resist it. The hairy guy swung his legs over the edge of the table and it was then that I saw his dick. It was fat and grey. Then I felt really sick and I was shocked but at the same time intrigued, wanting to run but having to stay. As the young lad knelt the older man looked down at him and mumbled something I couldn’t hear. Then he turned, looked me straight in the eye and winked at me.

I shot from that dark, sordid place with my pulse racing. I was confused because I was excited but I hadn’t enjoyed what I saw. As I ran out into the seating area my feet slipped on the shiny floor and I felt a cold crack as I slipped over onto my back. I was winded for a moment and I must have hit my head as I don’t remember what happened straight away after that. The first man I had seen earlier must have been nearby because he helped me up. My towel had fallen off and I suddenly knew I too was naked. The man who helped me up asked if I was o.k. but before I could answer I burst into tears. He let me go and left quickly, leaving me to find my towel in the cold silence of the room. I dressed in record time and ran all the way up from the basement.

Jason caught me in reception and asked if I was ok. He looked genuinely concerned and I liked him for that. I said I had slipped over and wanted to go and lie down.
‘Can I bring you anything?’ he asked but I said no because I had had enough of queer people being around me. ‘Then can I have the locker key?’ he said and I gave it back to him before bolting up the stairs.

So here I am back in my room, recovering from the shock of it all and watching the night roll towards me across the sea. Thoughts of Bren, last year, the pool, the ghost story, Careworn and the men downstairs. Wondering what has brought me here, where am I? I must record all of this for them to know what happened and for me to understand what happened back then. And does this make it any clearer? No. It is not helping me. No one is helping me. Only the old man Sutherland who has put me in this place. For what? To bring back confusion and memories of my life on the farm so that I can miss Brendan, my only friend? So that I can witness filthy things in the basement? So that I can wish I was somewhere else? So that I can wish that Careworn was a real person and that Carvenspike would fly out of the night to save me? So that I could write my stories in London with Brendan? So that I could see how stupid I’ve been in running away from my imaginings when all the time I should be facing them?

I think I am going mad. It’s the cold. It’s the sights I’ve seen. It’s the memory and the story. Which are real?

This is real! I’ve pulled myself together now and stopped trembling. I’ve re-read everything and am pleased with my honesty. Yes I can see what I am doing, yes I can write about the past and accept it – it doesn’t help me understand myself any better as yet but one day it might. There are still pieces missing from my puzzle and keeping my diary so honestly will help me find them.

And here’s another piece in the puzzle:

I’ve just had a call from reception. I’m to put on my suit and tie and be downstairs in half an hour. Sutherland is coming to collect me.

Story found at TheWhack.com 

Working as an account executive for a Wall St. investment banking company was a very lucrative but draining way to make a living, so as Gary walkied to his car after a long day at the office, he needed something to relax his tense muscles. Driving away from the parking lot a familiar need was also spreading across his groin that needed relief and in a hurry, so he headed for his favorite bath house in a unobtrusive brownstone in the east fifties. When he entered the front door he was greeted by the Tom, the day shift host. After telling Tom he wanted the “works” he was ushered to the changing room where he stripped off all of his clothes and headed to the private sauna so he could quietly work the tenseness out of his neck and shoulders. After about a half hour Gary headed for the shower and a quick rinse off, but as he was toweling off, Mike, a fellow banker came into the room. Gary by now had a huge erection and was slowly jerking his meat in front of his friend who quickly slipped out of his clothing and proudly displayed his nine inch organ for Gary’s feasting eyes. Moving closer they kissed and began fisting each other’s dick, but before they could cum, Mike suggested they go into the massage room where well hung eighteen year old boys gave rub downs of every conceivable kind!!! Lying down on padded tables the two men were quickly joined be two blond hunks asking what would their pleasure be? Gary needed a good sucking so he had his boy go down on his uncircumcised manhood, and in seconds he was hard as a rock as the young cocksucker went to work sucking and licking his joint. Gary sighed with contentment as he felt the start of a huge cum build in his nuts while looking over to see Mike with seven inches of hard dick moving in and out of his asshole. Just the sight of seeing that big cock in Mike’s butt made him shoot a tremendous load into his boy’s mouth!!! Mike also erupted when his boy shot his load deep into his bowels, and just to finish off the session, Gary and Mike played with each other as the two blondes 69′d each other to orgasm. As they were dressing, Gary leaned down and gave Mike one more good by suckoff. God he loved dick!!! Feeling fully refreshed, Gary drove home in total fulfillment, but when he got home, he discovered his roommate Frank was just getting out of the shower while sporting a raging hardon!

Gary went over to his lover and gave him a long hard kiss on the mouth, their tongues probing each other while Gary let his hand caress Frank’s big pecker. No matter how many outside trysts Gary had, he always came back to Frank’s open arms, and hard erection! Frank had a beautiful cock, and it seemed to always be in a state of constant arousal, a fact that made Gary feel very submissive around this magnificent organ! It was long and thick, about eight inches by six inches, with a large round head that was velvety smooth to the touch, and taste! Frank pulled his mouth away and asked softly, “Want some of this, baby, daddy wants to feed his baby his bottle!” Gary kissed his lover one more time and whispered back, “Mmmmmm, yes, let me have some of your “milk”, daddy!” Frank stood in the middle of the room with his gigantic hardon and Gary on his knees quietly sucking it like a baby does a fresh bottle. Gary was in seventh heaven, there was nothing in the world like Frank’s erection filling his mouth, and from the feeling of his nut sack, soon Frank would be feeding him a full load of his hot sweet nectar! Frank rubbed his own chest and lightly flicked at his nipples while his room mate hoovered his very hard penis, and in almost a whisper, Frank let Gary know he was cumming when he said, “Now baby, let daddy fill your mouth with his hot cum!” Gary moaned loudly, anxious to receive the gift that was soon to shoot from his lover’s thick erection, and as usual, he could always tell when Frank was about to cum because his pecker would pulsate hard in his mouth, and then spasm quickly before letting loose a torrent of sperm into his mouth. Gary felt so lucky that Frank had chosen him to be the receptacle for all of his cum shots, and now here he was, getting ready to accept another one of Frank’s big gushers! The first load blasted against the back of Gary’s throat, and was quickly followed up with volley after volley of subsequent ejaculations that filled his mouth to over flowing! Gary greedily scarffed down all of it, savoring every last drop, as it passed over his hot tongue!

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James has just recently taken early retirement, he’s bold with a big beer belly and I normally meet him about once a month in a different hotel room every time. I knock on his door (knowing that there won’t be a reply) and enter.

As I walk in, he’s lying on his bed on top of the covers wearing only a giant nappy and I can see that he’s already wet himself. He also has a baby’s dummy in his mouth.

I take my clothes off and exchange them for a black frilly skirt. Then I look at his big hairless stomach as it rises up and down and move towards the bed where he’s curled up, pretending to be asleep. I lay down close behind him and begin to stroke his cheek. In response to my gentle touch he rolls over with his head on my naked chest. I carry on stroking his cheek and with my other hand I take the dummy out of his mouth. Automatically his head moves and he begins to suckle on my right nipple.

‘There there,’ I say and he carries on sucking for a couple of minutes. ‘Time for your nappy change,’ I say and he rolls onto his back with his legs spread.

He makes a few gurgling sounds as I jump off the bed and go into the bathroom where I fill up a basin full of warm water, grab a flannel, soap and some baby oil before returning to stand beside him watching him suck on his dummy. I slowly pull off the plastic pants that cover his toweling nappy and put them by the side of the bed. Then I take out the giant safety pins keeping his wet nappy together and pull the front of it down revealing his five inch erection.

‘Come on, lift your little bottom up so that I can take off your wet nappy,’ I tell him gently. As he lifts his huge backside up, I slip his sodden nappy out from under him and replace it with a thick towel.

‘That’s a good boy,’ I say, smiling down at him whilst massing the soap into my hands. ‘Time for your bath now.’

I begin massaging my soapy hands onto his smooth chest and then they travel down. I make sure my hands are really soapy and slide them all over his newly shaved balls and his hard cock. He moans in pleasure as I pull his foreskin back and slowly smear his cock head with soap. Then I get him to lift his backside up again as I work a soaped-up finger into his crack. I finger fuck him for a while and at the same time I add more soap to his bollocks. Next I dampen the flannel and wash all the soap from his naked body. Then I gently pat him dry.

He lays there watching me as I put a generous amount of baby oil into the palms of my hands.

‘That’s a good boy. Turn over for me,’ I say as I watch him turning over onto his stomach.

Gently I massage my oiled-up hands onto his smooth cheeks, slowly working my way between his crack. He moans loudly into his pillow as at first I slip one finger and then two up his asshole. I move my fingers about, opening him up even more, and then gently insert a third finger. He moans continuously as I finger fuck him for a good five minutes. Then I tell him to turn around onto his back. He lays there with his legs spread wide open and I see his cock has been leaking pre-cum all over the place. Now I pour the baby oil all over his bollocks and stiff little cock and rub it in, letting some of it dribble between his legs. I take as good as a grip as I can on his slippery dick and begin sliding my hand up and down. He shoots his pearly white cum within seconds, all over his big stomach, still moaning loudly.

Once I’ve fully drained him I clean him up. He closes his eyes whilst sucking on his thumb and I put a clean nappy on him. I change back into my normal clothes; take the wad of money that he has left out for me on the bedside table and go on to my next job.

Author Copyright: GSC

One Sunday morning this ad appeared under jobs wanted. “Older homosexual male seeking to service young men 18 to 25.” We laughed about it as we had our proverbial left over pizza and beer for breakfast. It had been a wild night of partying and the house was a disaster. I looked at the ad again and thought that we could hire this old man to clean up after us and let him get off on sucking our young cocks. I thought that. I was in for the shock of my life. A pleasant shock mind you, but shocking.
Let me tell you about us. First of all is me. I’m twenty three, tall, thin, and beautiful. Oh? You have a problem? Like I know. I have a mirror. I’d do me, in a heartbeat. In fact I do almost every night. Let’s face it, I give better head than these jerk offs. Except for fourteen year old Mikey. We brought him in two weeks ago and the kid is a cocksucker’s cocksucker. I digress. I have known I was gay since I was twelve. I didn’t come out until my third year of college and my old man did what I knew he would do, he turned his back on me. I haven’t seen or talked to him in two years. My mother sent my next semester’s tuition to admissions with a note stating that this was the end of the money and support, forever. That paid for the first semester of my fourth year and that should have carried me through. Problem is, I don’t have a major. I tried to get the Dean to let me major in Cocksuxology but he wouldn’t go for it. He finally relented to a blow job but only after I had him pinned on the floor under his desk and had his pants fully opened. He liked it and I knew it, he just had to hold the old line, don’t you know.
I enjoy campus life. I was an eighteen year old freshman and I met Earl. Earl was a farm boy, “Come to get sum schulin ta make my ole pa proud.” The boy had eleven inches of the fattest uncut cock the school had ever seen. He was my roomy in the dorm and I made him the queer he is today. That boy is cock hungry, orally and anally. We met several other gay youth on campus and many off campus. We met a lot of street boys who couldn’t afford school but wanted to hang close and pretend.
I like to bike for exercise and I was coming back from a fifty mile ride one afternoon when I saw it. There was a for rent sign in front of the largest house I had ever seen. It was old, wooden, and had a movie quality, haunted house, feel to it. The workmen were there painting and I asked if I could check it out.
The house is four stories tall and a full size basement. The basement has eight rooms but only a toilet and sink on the back wall of the hall way. A curtain can be drawn across there for privacy. The ground floor had a huge living room and an equally large dining room. The kitchen was big enough to play ball in. There were three bedrooms tucked in the remaining space and three bathrooms on this level. The second and third floor each had six large bedrooms with three baths shared for each two bedrooms. The fourth floor had four smaller rooms with sloped walls from the roof and one bathroom.
It struck me that with twenty five bedrooms and eleven baths and a toilet that we could have us a party house. We could easily house forty four guys in here, two to a room with singles on the fourth floor. And if they were all gay…it would be fag heaven. I got with Earl and some of the other regulars that we gathered with and made a proposal. The house had belonged to an old school professor who had gone on. His son was going to see about keeping it together as independent student housing. The house had gone down to disrepair and he had spent a lot of money bringing it up to code. The city and the University had to approve of it for students to live there. He was going to have to raise the rent to two thousand dollars a month with a two year lease. I caught myself. That was a bargain but I didn’t let on that I thought so.
The house is two blocks south of the medical center, two blocks north of the Law school and a block and a half beyond that is the main campus. The engineering school is a block west of the Law school. A major bus line ran in front of these two schools. There was a McDonald’s, Taco Bell, Wendy’s, and 7-11 a block east of the law school with various other shops and restaurants. This place was made for us. I didn’t have to talk long or hard to convince nine of the guys to sign the lease at once. The only drawback was no parking. Street parking only and with a permit. Residents got free parking permits. Students paid a fee for street parking. There was a dilapidated old two car garage in back that the landlord didn’t want to fix up but he agreed to let us fix it up for secure parking for our bikes. Many of us have three to nine hundred dollar bicycles and they get stolen regularly. He agreed and said he would compensate us somewhere down the line if we fixed it up well.
We cleaned out the tiny back yard and bought siding for the garage. We ended up with off street parking for six cars and the garage was extra secure for bikes. We even drove six foot spikes in the ground with heavy chains on them to lock our bikes to.
We moved in and within a month we had seventeen gay youth, ranging from eighteen to twenty four, living in the house. We named it the ‘G‘ Spot. We had a place for a guy to bring a boy to fuck his brains out and for two hundred a month he could have his own room with breakfast and kitchen privileges. The second floor was for the core group because of the large rooms and semi-private baths.
We did well here. We obeyed all of the laws and never had a single visit from the city or campus police. We partied but kept it inside and made sure that no one under age got out of the house with alcohol or drugs in his system. None of us liked drugs but someone always brought something in. It usually went out with them the next day, we just didn’t use. My drug of choice is a cum injection deep into various orifices injected by hot, thick, hard meat. After nearly four years we thought we had everything. We met Marion and we knew we could have better.
Earl, Jerrod, Kyle, and I met with Marion at Denny’s. We chose a neutral ground to feel each other out and maybe up. This Denny’s is well know in the area as being gay friendly. There are many Denny’s in the city and each one seem to cater to a different crowd. This one was our favorite. We even have two house mates that we met when they worked as waiters at this Denny’s.
Marion came in. He was impressive. He was fiftyish with a light sprinkling of grey in his thick black locks. He was six feet tall and had a bit of a paunch. He wore a polo shirt over black combed cotton pants to reveal himself to us. His package was huge, I hoped it wasn’t a rolled up sock. I’m not really in to older men but this man turned me on.
He sat down in a chair at the end of the booth. His voice was deep but relaxing, almost soothing. He didn’t have a feminine trait to him. He exuded all male. He was a divorced family man who decided that he was tired of living a lie. He had been an executive with a company that his wife’s family had owned and after the divorce he was no longer comfortable working there. He had a wide experience with classmates during highschool and college but his family expected heirs. He gave them two fine young sons and a beautiful daughter but he wasn’t fulfilled. He had been divorced for ten years and had been seeking youngsters but was afraid of the drug scene and kids. He preferred younger boys but had an allergy to prison.
We asked him about his ad. He laughed and told us that we had shocked the shit out of him with our response. He and a friend had sat down with this free press paper and concocted ads to run. They didn’t expect replies to either ad. So far his friend had none. We asked about the friends ad. He laughed, hard, as he took the paper and circled an ad then passed the paper back.
“Older male with no socially redeeming values seeks woman of means to keep me in the life style to which I wish to become accustomed.” We laughed our heads off. That was so funny. We were surprised that he had not gotten a response. We decided that he put it in a paper mostly read by college kids. He should run that in a senior’s paper. He could find some old rich broad who would die soon and leave him her money.
We told him about us and asked him what he could do. He told us that he would like to see the place. He stated that he was no maid or anybody’s bitch. He would help us to help ourselves and become self sufficient young men and he would be happy to see to it that our cum levels remained at a level with which we could deal with no ill effects. He didn’t like the thought of disease and felt that safe sex should be observed. We told him that any outsiders were required to wear a raincoat, pitching or receiving. Regulars had the option. We have access to a free clinic that gives us regular testing and when a guy is clean two tests in a row we gang rape him. That got the rise I was looking for. Marion had an infectious laugh.
He moved in that afternoon. He took the large bedroom behind the kitchen with a shared bath with the other two bedrooms on that level. The other baths on the first floor had been deemed communal for the boys in the basement. Marion’s first order of business was a home cooked meal. Simple but bountiful. Cubed steaks in a mushroom sauce with potatoes, salad, vegetables and hot cherry cobbler. Then he started in on being mom. He assigned each of us duties. We had to clean the house. Well it did need it. He had everyone draw a number and each number had a task to perform. As each task was completed the number was placed in a fish bowl. We each had to remember our number. At nine thirty most of the work was done and he called bed time. That got the moans but we gathered to hear him out.
He lectured like an old professor about our chosen life as students. He admonished us that grades were the only pay a student made and if our grades were not all ‘A’s then we were cheating our employer and ourselves. We agreed, albeit reluctantly. He told us that nine thirty was time to get ourselves together and prepare for a good nights rest. He wanted showers and teeth brushed. Books were to be gathered and ready to go without hunting in the morning. Clothes were to be chosen and made ready for the following day. Lights out by eleven pm. Fuck, we had hired Mom. It was all good though. It would make us better people and students.
He then asked if anyone had any sexual designs on him. Everybody raised their hands. He smiled and a tear appeared in the corner of his eye. He thanked us. He told us that he looked forward to having each of us sexually and often. He reached into the fish bowl and pulled out a number. It was for an eighteen year old freshman who had just joined us this semester. He was told to get his clothes and books and be back in thirty minutes that he was going to get a bath like he had never had. We broke up and headed for our rooms amid catcalls and atta boys. We all had wished we were the lucky one tonight.
He let us call him Mary as he took over running the house. Within a week the place was clean and comfortable. He served us good meals but made us clean up. There were numbers for kitchen duty, numbers for bathroom cleaning, and numbers for common areas. The cleaning was made easy and only took about thirty minutes, tops. Kitchen being the worst but that had the most boys working and it was knocked out quickly.
Phil was the freshman and all of us wanted to know the particulars. We threatened him with castration if he didn’t spill the beans. We wanted kiss and blow by blow tell. Phil had never done more than a cursory blow job on some kid as he was growing up. He had never had anal sex until he moved in here and then that had only happened once and he was to drunk to remember. He told us that Mary treated him like a man. He made him feel good about being gay and taught him how to make love. He said that they started off with slow kisses as he was slowly undressed. Mary proceeded to kiss all the way down his body stopping to pay homage to each major feature, such as the neck, ears, nipples, navel. Then he skipped the rest to start at the feet and work up. His description had every one hard so we took a moment to pull down our pants and pull out the meat. As he continued we slow stroked. Mary took his feet to his stubble covered face and rubbed them around. He took each toe and nursed it slowly, and lovingly then kissed and licked his way back up the legs taking time with the inner thighs.
He started telling of the first rimming he had ever received. The moaning and tension in the room was rising. Mary walked in with nothing on but a lacy maids apron. He got down on his knees and started sucking each cock in the room one after the other. Phil took his time describing his evening in bed as Mary made the whole house a place of happy boyhood. At this time there were twenty five of us, including Mary. We ranged in age from fourteen to twenty three plus Mary’s fifty one. He managed to take twenty three loads of cum in his throat in the forty five minutes that Phil took to describe his pleasure then he and Mary put on a sixty nine for us that had us all jacking and shooting over them as they lay in the middle of the living room floor.
Mary has been with the house two years now. He has brought each boy’s grades up to a three point seven or better. He has helped three of the street boys get into college and took the four highschoolers up to college level courses. He is no nonsense when it comes to our education and he is astronomical in bed.
Me? Oh yeah, I graduated. I decided that I really like building and I am now working my way up as an architect. I still live in the house. Mary says I founded it and until things change in my life I might as well stay here and help the underclassmen rise to greater heights. Seven or eight inches is okay with me.

Author Unknown…. 

I was in my second year of college and I shared a room with this unbelievably hot guy named Doug, but as is always the way he was very straight or so I thought. He was a really nice guy, and was always cool about me being gay which came out when he walked in one me when I was entertaining a gentleman friend. We’d had lots of silly late night discussions about which was better- straight sex or gay sex and I’d used the argument that when you’re with someone who has the same equipment you know where to touch and all that…Most of these discussions we shared with this great girl named Lucy. She was a horny young lady and so it ended up that she had sex with Doug, who was a horny young man, and she wanted me there. It’s a long story that I can’t be bothered explaining. I couldn’t do much but watch and jerk off…and watch Doug fuck her. I watched his strong smooth back tense as he thrusted his hips and I could hear his deep heavy breaths. He had a gorgeous tight butt but I hadn’t managed to see his dick… something I really wanted to check out.

As I was getting close to my own load being shot, I couldn’t help myself and began to stroke Doug’s butt. I suddenly pulled away, thinking he could get annoyed. But he looked at me and smiled, reaching for my hand beside me. He put it again on his butt…

That night was fun… but nothing compared with what was to come.

It was late one night and it was raining hard. I was trying to work, so was Doug with his weights. He was tall and broad shouldered, blond with deep green eyes. I knew he had a tattoo of a tiger on his left bicep and he had a fantastic muscular chest.

I got up to get a drink when he stopped his workout and looked at me intensly.

“What?” I asked smiling.

“I was thinking…” he was all bashful, a rarity in Doug. “You know what you said about guys knowing where to touch?”

I felt a surge of sexual excitement. “Yeah… why?” I stepped closer.

He didn’t have an answer so I slowly brought my lips to his and gave him a soft kiss. He didn’t really respond though- he was all tense and nervous. He was supposedly straight after all!

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked. He nodded so I kissed him again and began to undo his shirt buttons. I slid the shirt off his strong shoulders and began to stroke his chest, lightly playing with his nipples which were like little brown studs. I then stopped and took off my shirt. I had a nice chest, not like Doug’s, but well-developed. I took Doug’s hand and placed it on one of my pecs, moving it in a slow stroking pattern. My cock was hard already- it was all my fantasies coming true.

Doug looked a bit of nervous, but also excited like a child discovering a new toy. Soon his hand was doing all the work by itself, lightly stroking my chest and shoulders. I went for his belt and slowly undid it, dropping his jeans around his ankles. There was an outline in his fitted boxers. I smiled at him as I slipped them down his thighs. I looked down.

He was probably about seven inches, with a cut thick cock. He had smooth balls and a patch of dark brown pubic hair. I ran my hand down his chest… down his navel until I was lightly stroking his dick. He gasped.

Again I had to guide his hand to my track pants. I dropped them and my underwear and soon I was holding his hand over my hard seven and a half inch dick. I was also cut, but my cock wasn’t as thick. It took a while for Doug to become used to touching another guy’s cock but then there was not stopping him. It was like he was exploring new territory, giving my cock a good looking over. I was doing the same to him.

“Let’s go over to the bed…” I suggested, leading him over and lying beside him. We continued to stroke each other’s cocks. Then I decided to go another step further I took my mouth down to his hard on. He gasped again as I licked the length of his hot cock.

“Shit man…” he murmured. His hands found the back of my head. Doug was good at receiving blowjobs, as he often joked. There had been any number of pert young blonde girls willing to go down on him. I gave him the best damn blowjob of my life, and he sure was enjoying it. My tongue explored every inch- from the very tip to his balls.

“I think you need a turn now…” Doug murmured. I looked up. He was smiling. “Can I have a go?”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” and this once upon a time straight boy moved towards my cock. I could tell he was nervous, probably a little scared too. But he wanted to try it and that earned kudos!

I lay back and looked down- this was amazing. He stared at my cock as if gathering courage to start…

“You don’t have to-”

I was stopped by his tongue slowly stroking my dick. I moaned softly as Doug worked my cock with his mouth and tongue. For an amateur he knew how to suck dick.

He took a lot in his mouth and he licked every surface including the hole at the very tip. I moaned again. He looked up and smiled bashfully. He slid up so he could whipser in my ear.

“Could you fuck me?”

I swear my heart stopped for a second. “Are you sure?”

“Stop asking that! Just do it…”

I reached to the bedside table and pulled out a condom. Meanwhile, Doug went on all fours… his gorgeous butt rising in the air. He was breathing heavily. I stroked his lower back. “Just relax… it may hurt a bit. I’ll sto anytime you tell me to.”

Then, I looked at his butt for a moment. I couldn’t believe this. I was about to fuck a straight guy I had wanted for so long. Then I slowly pushed my dick into his hole. He groaned deeply. I went further until I was comfortably nestled in his firm butt. He let out another deep groan as I began to fuck him slowly. I gripped his hips and pushed deep into him. I was worried I might have been hurting him but he didn’t seem to be in pain…

I was getting really close to cumming… I pulled out and finished off by hand… shooting my hot load over Doug’s butt. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had and it took a few moments to come to my senses. Doug had rolled over on to his back and looked up at me, smiling.

He was jacking his dick fast and hard… and I watched his face contort for a second as his own load shot all over his washboard chest.

“Fuck…” he said when he could speak again. “I’ve never cum like that before…”

I lay beside him, holding him tight and close, kissing him lightly.

“How did I go?” he asked.

“Perfect… you must have done this before…” I smiled at him triumphantly. “I told you gay sex was better than straight sex.”

~  Author Unknown  ~

Sex Story -
“… I touch your chest and feel its firmness. You moan with pleasure when I begin to pinch your nipples. I want to make them pointy and hard.” I stopped typing to think of what I should I wrote next. “Your cock is sticking close to my ass lips. You are ready to fuck me. I sit on your lap and I still play with your nipples,” I resumed typing. Yawning, I looked at my desk clock. The time shown there was 2 AM in the morning. I should have slept by then, but I really wanted to finish that horny email for Chuck, my new American cyber friend. We exchanged emails almost everyday, talking about men and gay sex only. Glancing back at my monitor, I minimized the window of my Notepad editor. With one click, I reopened my picture folder. After scrolling for some seconds, I came to my friend’s nude picture. I did not mind spending my time just to look at his picture. Chuck was not handsome, but he was not ugly either. What made me like him was his age and his physical appearance. In his early 40s, Chuck had already married and had two sons. He admitted that he was straight but was very curious of gay sex. Yet, he dared not fool around with other guys, fearing that it would ruin his career. Thus, he came to the internet to satisfy his gay curiosity.

My eyes were still fixed to Chuck’s naked picture. Aroused, blood was pumped into my cock. Slowly but surely, my cock grew and hardened in my pants. Chuck looked so hot in that picture. He was standing in his bedroom, showing off his hard 7inch cut cock. Shaved completely, his cock seemed much bigger and longer. Like most men of his age, he did not have any hobby to work out in the gym. Few fat hung around his waist and chest. Two rather large pointy nipples was hanging on the mounds of his chest. Some of his neatly cropped hair had turned whitish.

My mind began wandering about, fantasizing him. Slowly, pre-cum oozed out of my cock, leaving wet trails on my briefs. “..hhhoooh…aaahh…” I breathed as I squeezed the bulge hard. Inevitably, I became hotter and hornier. The great urge to wank off came over me. I quickly stripped my clothes off, ready for some masturbation session. My T-shirt and pants were thrown to my bed. leaving me with nothing on. Sitting naked, I decided to continue typing.

“You pound your big cock up to my ass mercilessly. You screw my boy ass hard. I moan and yell in pain and pleasure. You just keep fucking me.” I stopped there, realizing that my cock could not hold its lust any longer. Thus, I started to stroke my uncut 5-inch dick. It soon became rigid and twitching. Precum it produced was pooling on my dick head, walled by the foreskin. “..aaahhh… aaahhh…” I sighed again, enjoying my own stroking. More precum oozed out and it filled the small pool of precum almost to the brim. If it got fuller, the precum would slide down my shaft. Intrigued by the pearly clearness of my precum, I stopped jacking off to take a better look at it. I then scooped the liquid up using my index finger. A long strand of that liquid was stretched between the head of my cock and my finger, looking more like snot. I brought the finger to my lips and tasted my own precum. It tasted heavenly, a bit salty. The stroking continued as I took myself into my bawdy fantasy about he and I.

In my imagination, I pictured him standing right in front of me. Nothing on his body obscuring my eyes from seeing his naked form. Smiling at me, Chuck looked more handsome than he was in the photograph he sent me. A little amount of soft chest hair had grown onto his pectorals. The real Chuck’s chest was smooth; I grew that chest hair in my imagination. Chuck’s cut cock was already hard, ready to drill my willing queer ass. The cock head was shiny with precum. A then, no words were needed. We just needed real hardcore action.

Burnt by lust, Chuck moved towards me. Once he had me in his arms, he landed kiss after kiss onto my face, neck, and body. It was not a friendly kiss; it was kiss of pure lust. But he did not just kiss my skin, he also sucked on it, making slurping sound. Being treated like that, I surrendered my whole body to him. Two naked bodies were intertwined with each other, locked in lustful embrace. We were kissing passionately. The fire of lust was burning both of us. Nothing was in our mind, except sex, sex, and more sex. I could feel his body warmth wrapping my naked body.

Snapped back to reality for awhile, as I became more aroused, I quickened my pace. My foreskin was slipping fast up and down, revealing the top of my dick head. Precum flowed down my shaft, oiling my fingers.

I then slowly slid back to my horny imagination. Chuck laid my naked body on the bed. With his strong arms, he lifted my legs up and spread them out. He hooked them onto his shoulders. At that point, I felt so vulnerable because my ass was exposed and I was totally under his control. Grinning at me, he then slowly inserted his rather large dick into my hole. Actually, his dick was not too long, but it was quite thick. “…aarrgghh… hhhoohhh…” I cried muffled groans, my ass burning. Its lips were stretched as Chuck’s man cock forced its way in. No lube was used thus the pain became more unbearable. It really hurt! I kept wincing and moaning, bracing myself. PLOP! With one hard push, Chuck’s eager cock was in. “AARRGGH!!!” I screamed, shocked and hurt. “Chuck, it hurts,” I said, almost crying. But he did not say anything, just throwing me an assuring smile that everything would be fine.

“..HHHOHH…” I groaned again as Chuck kept pushing his cock in up to the hilt. I felt my ass was so full with his throbbing fat manhood. Bending over, he was mouthing my mouth, locking it with lustful kisses. As I was engaged in kissing activity, Chuck began pumping my ass hole. “…MMPPHH… MMPPHH…” I moaned in pain. The big cock scraped my ass lips over and over again, slowly irritating them. Like a mighty piston, that monstrous cock kept pounding me. “AARGGH!! AARRGH!!! OOOHH!!! UUGGH!!!” I yelled with every single thrust he made. And whenever his cock was pushed deep into my ass, my body would rock a bit. It was painful, but somehow I loved that sensation. I liked being used homosexually by men. “AARGH!!! AAHHH!!!”

Author unknown
Story continued at HSBoys.com

It all started out when I was in my 12th grade algebra class, I had this huge crush on this guy who sat one row and two seats back from me. His name is Justin. He plays football and God does it show. He is about 6 feet and very trim. His hair is deep black and he has the greenest eyes. I would sit there and just think of any question to ask him so he would turn around and listen to me. Those eyes are beautiful.

Well, one night after the winter Dance at my school, I was invited over to party by one of Justin’s friend, another jock. That day they had given my advice on what to wear to the dance, so I was really surprised when they invited me over to hang out. Well the dance was great, I was with my girlfriend and the whole night I was staring at him. He was in khakis and a tank top tee shirt and he had his tie still on. He was dripping with sweat. God if we weren’t there, I would have licked the sweat off him. After the dance, I took my girlfriend home and went to the party. It was a sleepover and they had alcohol and drugs there, but I didn’t do any. I was voted designated driver. So I took three people home and came back to the party. By now it fizzled down to about four people. Justin and I and two of our friends–jocks. We were all sweaty from dancing and the two other guys were drunk and they were right about to pass out, and they finally did.

It was now just Justin and I all alone and they were all asleep. We started to watch porn flick and right as the first 20 minutes were over, I said to him that’s so dumb they don’t even do it like that. He said what you mean. I said can I show you??? He said, well, what are you going to do.? I said, “…nothing bad, just going to show you my point!!! And I did, I pulled off my pants and out popped my 8 inches totally hard and I heard him gasp, and I swore he was going to yell “holy shit”. I then slowly worked his clothes off and revealed his 11 inches. Still limp but that wasn’t going to be for long… I said close your eyes and he did, I took a minute to look over his body, trim and smooth and every muscle flexed with the growing tension in his member. I took his man in my mouth and I heard him whimper and give a sigh. I knew he liked it. When he cam I worked the head perfectly, not missing a single drop and swallowing.

He said to me, do you mind?? My dream was coming true. He then took my cock into his mouth and began blowing away. I had dreamed of this day and would treasure it forever. He said, “Wait, let’s try this!” he rolled me onto my stomach and slowly greased up my hole with his tongue and slowly slid in his growing cock. He fucked me for about 15 minutes, and came many times so many that I had shot my load on the floor and left about the amount to fill a cereal bowl. We both fell back when he was finally done, and I licked him dry and played with his hairy chest. I told him we had to do this again and he said, “Yes sir!” All the time he wanted me to fuck him, he wanted me all along and I didn’t even know it. My dream had come true….until I woke up and found my dog was licking my face!!!

Author unknown….

Below is a random story pulled from an anomous newsgroup, Author unknown…

The Sex Story:

Kyle sat on the hard, concrete curb in a shady area of Los Angeles, staring
blankly at the urban artwork on the wall across the street. It was a little
disturbing, but strangely satisfying to him. He spent a lot of time sitting
in the same spot, studying the words and pictures, and it seemed each day
new designs appeared. There wasn’t much else he could do to pass the time.
He had no money to get a motel room for the night and he hadn’t seen any
potential customers all day. He had been sleeping in an abandoned warehouse
the last few nights; cold, alone, hungry, and miserable.

Every once in a while, a guy would drive down the street he hung around in.
Well, lots of people drove down the streets during the day, but there were
the occasions, about 3 or 4 times a week, when a special kinda guy would
come down Kyle’s way. Maybe they were bored with their wives, or perhaps
horny guys who liked boys and needed to get their rocks off. They usually
gave Kyle enough cash to last a few days, getting a motel room and a warm
meal at night. He hated it though; he was tired of having to sell his body
to survive. He wanted more from his life, but in the course of just a few
months his life completely turned around, and not for the better. He ended
up on the streets, abandoned by his family and everyone he thought cared
about him. He attempted suicide a few times in the last few months he had
been on the streets, he never succeeded though. That pissed him off a
lot. He didn’t want to live anymore; he wanted out of everything.

He got up off the curb, and brushed his jeans off a bit. They had a bunch
of holes in them, and were pretty dirty. He didn’t have too many pairs of
clothes; he couldn’t take much when his parents threw him out. He turned
his music up; the one thing he made sure to grab when he left was his mp3
player. It helped relax him and took his mind off things. He didn’t expect
to see anyone tonight, so he had decided to just go back to the warehouse,
hungry and miserable for another night. That’s why, whenever he heard a
car, he was surprised. It wasn’t one that was going by fast, like it didn’t
wanna be in the area, it was driving by slowly like a guy looking for a
good time. And when Kyle turned his head, he thought he could see the guy
in the window looking at him. And the oddest part about the whole thing was
that the guy was driving a black Mercedes. The guys who wanted to pick up
boys down here always drove normal cars, not expensive ones.

Popping the headphones out of his ear, and putting the mp3 player in his
pocket, he started towards the car and it stopped. The window rolled down
and Kyle just about fainted. The man driving the car was probably the
sexiest looking guy Kyle had ever seen, and he could feel the effects very
quickly. He had medium length, light brown hair sparkling blue eyes and he
had a face like those life guards you’d see in Playgirl Magazine; chiseled
and sexy. He seemed to be wearing a casual sort of attire that still had an
air of class to it. The man smiled at Kyle and waved him over to his car.

Dazed for a second, Kyle quickly recovered and walked all the way over to
the man, and leaned on the window. “Hey mister, what you doing `round
here?”

“I could ask you the same thing young man. Why don’t you get in and we can
talk?” Kyle had a brief flash of hesitancy; he thought that this guy could
be a cop. He had seen a few around the area before, but they never drove
Mercedes. Throwing caution to the wind, Kyle walked around the front of the
car, opened the door and got in.

“Well, well, well,” said the man, “you look like you have been through hell
and back. What’s your name son?”

“Kyle.” he replied quietly, still hesitant.

“Cute name for a cute kid,” he smiled, “My name is Randy. And yea, I bet
your thinking I’m a cop right?” Randy laughed, and then continued. “Don’t
worry, I’m not. I’m just a normal guy really. I got a bit of wealth, and I
love boys; can’t help it really. They are just so sexy, like you.” He
smiled at Kyle, and put his hand on his leg rubbing softly.

That didn’t help Kyle’s status much and he moaned softly. He couldn’t help
himself, what Randy was doing was driving him crazy. Randy smiled more, and
took his hand off Kyle’s leg. “Well stud, you want to go back to my place?”

A soft giggle came out of Kyle’s lips, followed by blushing and grinning
“Umm hehe, sure sir, I’d love that.” Kyle grinned at Randy again, more this
time. He just couldn’t stop smiling.

“Ok Kiddo, and don’t call me sir, makes me feel old, haha.” Kyle busted up
in another fit of giggles as the guy focused on the road. Every few
minutes, Kyle noticed Randy checking him out and smiling before returning
his attention to the road. Kyle noticed the guy get onto the 101 North, and
that was the last thing he remembered before dozing off; the seat was just
too comfortable.

Fifteen minutes later, Kyle woke as Randy pulled into a driveway. They were
on a rather steep incline, and he could tell from the lush vegetation they
weren’t downtown anymore. The driveway sloped up a bit leading to a
somewhat large house. “We’re here, buddy.” As Randy noticed the somewhat
amazed look on my face, he continued, “I got a bunch of stuff from my mom
when she died a few months ago. I could never afford these things. They
were hers, but now they’re mine.” Kyle just continued to stare for a moment
before glancing at him with the boyish grin that he knew guys liked. The
man smiled back at him before continuing, “How old are ya, sport?”

…… The End…. For Now….

Bi-Sexual Story

Co-ed Campers

A fantasy of youth

Allen, Dan and Joe were members of the same boy scout troop. They had
camped together frequently and were each working on several merit badges.
They had also been playing with each other sexually since the first grade
and now, at age 12, were enjoying their entry into puberty. In fact, sex
play was one of the primary reasons they had planned this particular
camping trip. The campsite wasn’t all that far from home, just a mile or
two up the hill into the woods, and the trek was fairly easy. They each
carried a backpack with their share of food etc., but the tent they would
be using required the use of a wagon. Fortunately the trail was even and
smooth and didn’t pose any problems for the rather bulky burden.

The tent was a conical shape with a large center pole. Once set up, the
floor space was more than adequate for six kids the size of these boys.
Since Friday was a teacher in-service day, school was out, and the boys
could get an early start. The idea was to pitch their tent just uphill from
a small stream which had a natural pool deep enough to swim in. On another
trip, the boys had hung a large rope from an overhanging branch of a large
sycamore tree that allowed them to swing out and drop into the pool.

Each of the boys’ parents had visited the campsite before and were familiar
with the surroundings. The boys were all good swimmers also, so the
parents were not particularly concerned about this field trip. Even so, due
to threatening weather conditions, one of the boy’s parents had sent along
a cellular telephone so they could stay in touch should a storm set in.

When they arrived at the site, the boys immediately set up their tent,
making sure it was well secured against possible high winds. Although it
had a floor in it, they still dug a good trench around it and sloped it
properly to divert rain water away from them. This was one of the merit
badges they were working on. As they worked, they talked of how much fun
it would be to go swimming as soon as they were finished. The day was
indeed warming up as they arrived at the site, and they were soon working
bare chested in just their walking shorts and shoes.

As they approached the completion of their work, each boy began thinking
about what would soon follow, seeing each other naked and being seen naked,
playing with themselves and each other. By the time they were finished,
each was sporting a raging hardon (as much as a twelve year old penis could
be called raging, anyway) that was held tightly inside their underwear,
causing them a great deal of discomfort. Hurrying into the tent, they
raced each other to see who could get naked first. The losers got to play
with the winner’s hard penis and tight nuts.

Allen won simply because he was wearing shorts that had no belt, buttons or
zipper – just an elastic waistband. It was a simple matter to kick off his
shoes and slide his shorts and underwear down his legs almost in one
motion. Then he stood in the center of the tent, his hardon pointing
straight out from his groin, waiting for Dan and Joe to join him. Soon all
three of the boys were naked and looking at each other’s erection. Without
much hesitation, Dan knelt down in front of Allen and began fondling his
penis and testicles. This was an old game for the boys, but one they never
seemed to tire of. Joe knelt down next to Dan and started playing with
Dan’s penis as Dan began pumping his fist up and down the length of Allen’s
hardon.

After just a few minutes, Allen sat down and began fondling Joe’s erection,
not wanting to miss out on any of the fun – and playing with someone else’s
penis was as much fun as having someone else play with his. Each of the
boys had a small growth of pubic hair at the base of their penis with
nothing on their nutsacks, but while they had been masturbating with each
other for several months now, only Allen produced semen when he reached his
climax. Dan and Joe just shuddered in ecstacy but still enjoyed the
sensation. They enjoyed watching the semen gush from Allen’s dick when he
came and wondered when they would start throwing white stuff around when
they reached orgasm. The other noticeable difference between them was that
Allen could reach orgasm faster than the other two boys, and soon he was
cuming all over Dan’s hand as it slid up and down his shaft. As soon as the
other two had dry cum, they all put on their swim suits and went out to the
pool in the stream.

They hadn’t been swimming more than a half hour or so when Dan suggested
they strip and go skinny dipping. Dan had always been the greater
exhibitionist and more voyeuristic of the three friends, and he just
enjoyed looking at other naked boys. He also enjoyed parading around in the
nude whenever he got the chance. It didn’t take much coaxing to get Joe and
Allen out of their suits, and the three friends added the thrill of being
naked outdoors to the fun they were already having.

It truly was fortunate, however, that all three of them were in the water
when Nancy, Pam and Brenda showed up with camping gear of their own. All
the kids knew each other from school, and it was obvious that the three
girls had plans to camp out just as the boys were. Setting their packs down
and dropping the tongue of the wagon carrying some of their gear, the girls
walked down to the edge of the pool as the boys ducked as low as they could
to hide their nakedness.

“We’re supposed to camp out overnight on our own as part of our girl scout
training,” Nancy said as the girls stood looking at the guys, wondering why
they were all hunkered down like that. “Would you guys help us set up our
tent?”

Allen was the first to answer. “Sure, but you have to let us get out of the
pool, first.”

Brenda piped up, “So what are you waiting for? What do ya mean we have to
let you get out?”

Then the girls spied the boys’ swim suits lying at the water’s edge.

“Are you guys NAKED?” exclaimed Pam, giggling as all six of the kids began
to blush.

Joe tried to be brave and act like it was no big deal. “Yeah, so what?! We
do this all the time!”

The girls continued to stand there and giggle, conferring with each other
in whispers.

“So come on out, guys,” Nancy taunted. “What’s the matter, shy?”

“No way!” hollered Dan. “Now go away and let us get out. It’s getting cold
in here!”

After a few more minutes, the girls finally walked off and the boys rushed
out and slipped into their trunks. The sun was still high in the sky, and
it was still warm out, so they just toweled off and then went over to where
the girls had started setting up their camp site. As they worked together,
the boys kept sneaking glances at the girls in their tight shorts and
halter tops, and the girls kept peeking at the boys who each wore tight
spandex speedos, even their little penises making bulges that were
impossible to hide. Every once in awhile one of the boys would start to get
a hardon and his suit would bulge out in a more obvious way. And it always
seemed to happen when at least one of the girls was looking. Eventually the
guys noticed that the girls’ nipples were starting to poke visibly through
their snug fitting tops, and this just added to the boys’ problems.

As the sun started going down, the air grew cooler and the boys went into
their tent to change from trunks to clothes. As they stripped out of their
tight speedos, they saw that each of them had a hardon. For a moment, they
stood in a tight circle comparing dicks. They were all about the same size,
maybe three and a half inches long and as big around as a thumb. Their nuts
were pulled up tight in their sacs either from the cold or their sexual
excitement. They played with each other’s erection as they whispered about
how exciting it was when the girls caught them skinny dipping. They
fantasized about the girls’ tits and their nipples getting hard and what it
would be like to see the girls’ bare chests. As they got more and more
turned on, Dan was really tempted to suggest sucking Allen’s penis. But to
do that he’d have to explain that he and Joe had already tried it with each
other, and he had promised Joe that he would never tell a soul. Soon after
that they quit playing with each other and finished dressing.

Even as the boys were in their tent exploring each other’s bodies, the
girls were similarly occupied. As soon as the guys entered their tent, Pam
reached over and tweaked Nancy’s nipple.

“Got a little excited, did ya?” she asked teasingly.

Nancy stood up straight, pulling her halter top snug against her budding
breasts with their hardened nipples proudly.

“Sure I did. Did you see how their dicks pushed out the front of those
speedos?” she answered.

Brenda added, “Yeah, and I think once or twice they were getting stiff. At
least it sure looked like it to me.”

With that, the girls went into their tent and began their own explorations.
No sooner were they inside than Pam slid her hand up under Brenda’s top,
her palm easily covering her young friend’s budding breast, squeezing it
gently. Brenda sighed with pleasure and slipped her hand down to her
crotch where she rubbed herself through her shorts. Not to be left out,
Nancy stepped up behind Pam and slipped her hand down into her friend’s
shorts, sliding her finger between the wet folds of Pam’s vaginal lips.

“God, but you’re wet already!” she whispered loudly, breathing heavily.

Almost as one, the three girls pulled off their halter tops and slid their
shorts down to their knees. Then, in daisy chain fashion, Pam began
fingering Nancy as Nancy fingered Brenda while Brenda fingered Pam. Soon
they were all panting heavily as they approached their own immature
climaxes. Each was using her free hand to rub and squeeze her petite
breasts with their hardened nipples.

“I just know the boys saw my hard nipples,” Brenda said. “But I couldn’t
help myself when I saw Joe’s penis pushing out the front of his speedos. I
just know he was getting hard. God I wonder what a boy looks like when he
gets that way.”

Pam added, “Yeah, I wish we could rig some accident where we could see them
naked. I’ve seen my little brother’s penis, but he’s only three years old.”

Before they could bring each other off, they heard the boys out by the
fire, banging pots and pans together. They hurriedly pulled up their shorts
and put t-shirts on in place of the halter tops. None of them gave a second
thought to putting on a bra.

After dinner, the kids sat around the campfire telling stories and jokes
and getting to know each other even better. They just seemed to pair up
somewhat naturally. Nancy and Dan ended up sitting together while Pam
paired up with Joe and Brenda sat close to Allen. Without seeming to, each
couple somehow ended up sitting close enough that their legs were touching
and their arms were rubbing against one another. The boys used the
flickering light and shadows created by the fire to hide the erections that
developed, and the girls hoped their hardening nipples weren’t too obvious.
Had any of them been a mind reader, they would have been surprised to find
they were all of one mind, wanting something more to happen, but afraid of
what that might be.

Eventually the conversation died out as each of the kids fell into that
trap of early puberty where they wanted something to happen but were each
afraid to take the first step. As the embers died away, they felt the first
drops of rain and scurried to put the fire out and get into their tents.
The boys wasted no time getting out of their clothes and into their
sleeping bags, not that they zipped them up or even closed them. Part of
their plan for this camp out was to have time to masturbate together and
play with each other. They had each packed an old towel or other rag from
their fathers’ rag bag in the garage so they’d have something to cum into.
Allen knew he’d need it, and Dan and Joe were hoping this might be the
weekend when they started producing that white stuff called cum.

They took turns getting up on their knees and displaying their erections to
the other two who would crawl over to the one on display and fondle his
penis and nuts. Allen went first, followed by Joe and then Dan. As Joe and
Allen played with his penis, Dan said, “I wonder what it feels like to have
your dick inside a girl.”

Joe immediately picked up on the cue and said, “I don’t know, but if you
guys won’t call me a queer, I could suggest something that might be a lot
like it.”

Seeing Allen’s eyes light up, Dan followed up, “Whatta ya mean call you a
queer. We been playing with each other forever and that doesn’t make us
queer. We always think about girls.”

“Yeah,” said Allen. “We know none of us are goofy that way. What are you
suggesting?”

Joe hesitated slightly to make sure Allen would think this was the first
time he’d thought of what he was going to say. “Well, putting your dick in
someone’s mouth might be a lot like putting it in a girl’s vagina. Maybe
we could try that.”

Joe and Dan were both surprised at how fast Allen responded.

“Hey, that’s a great idea. I’d do you guys, if you’d do me!” he almost
shouted.

“Quiet!” Dan said quickly. “You want the girls to hear us?”

Continued at HsBoys – Click to see more

Sex, as I heard someone say once, is like a trip to Wal-Marts. A whole lot of pushing and shoving, and yet you still don’t come out with very much when you’re finished!
Or at least that was the way I saw things with my girlfriend, Christie. ‘Til a chance encounter with a guy named Andy – ironically, in a supermarket of all places.
Two years in a straight relationship had left me seriously frustrated. Acting the role of the heterosexual had had its social virtues, but left me decidedly short of the one thing that I craved for most of all. Namely cock. Yeah man, that was what I needed more than anything to satisfy the emptiness I was feeling: a big, swollen, aching cock! Something hard and meaty to get my mouth around. Something that would help fulfil the dark desires that continually flitted around my hungry mind. Something that only another man could give. A man, it seemed, like Andy. Every inch the straight-looking dude, but with pretty much the same dirty-minded desires as myself.
Not that I had gone looking for action, though admittedly the thought of man-sex had once again been a constant thought throughout the day in question. Rather I had innocently called in to pick up some groceries on the way home from work, and wouldn’t even have looked twice at Andy were it not for a twist of fate. An unexpected fire-drill, just five minutes or so after having first arrived.
‘Something’s set the alarm off, so we’re gonna have to clear the store,’ I half-remember someone saying. But it wasn’t until Andy came up and interrupted my concentration that I recognised the significance of the siren.
‘Excuse me, Sir,’ he smiled, as I viewed the dairy produce. ‘But you’ll have to leave the store. We don’t think there’s a fire, but the alarm’s sounded and it’s policy for us to clear the building.’
I looked the handsome stranger up and down, taking note of his name-badge before recognising that he had some of the bluest eyes that I had ever encountered. ‘I’m sorry,’ I apologised, ‘I wasn’t thinking …’
‘It shouldn’t be for too long,’ he continued, with an undeniable wink. ‘Then you can come back, Sir, and take your choice of cream.’
Under normal circumstances I probably wouldn’t have thought twice about what he had just said, but the fact that he had made the comment in such a flirtatious manner left me decidedly excited. Even more so, having then noticed him glancing back and winking again as we separated. At which point I truly realised just how fucking sexy the guy was.
His hair was naturally brown, but ruffled with blond highlights. His physique tall and muscular. But the part of him that drew my closest attention at that particular moment was his ass. For as he walked away I had the perfect vision of his sweet bubble-butt, now gracefully outlined in the tight-fitting pants that he was wearing. Yeah, that rear of his was the very picture of beauty. A curved bounty worthy of decidedly closer inspection. No wonder, then, that I should feel a sudden growth of wood in my own crotch; for I was now seriously excited, and could think of little else other than getting off with him before my visit was through.
That said, I’m not usually the promiscuous kind; and indeed by the time I stepped out into the cooler air outside the store I had started to remember myself. I mean for fuck’s sake, I had a girlfriend. I lived the life of a straight guy; had straight ambitions, and looked for straight answers to straight problems. As such, I immediately began to reassert my red-blooded image. To the point that I headed back towards my car, content to leave the groceries to another time.
‘Hey!’ a voice suddenly called out. ‘You’re not going are you? Like I said, the store’s only gonna be shut five minutes or so …’
I turned to look, but already knew instinctively who it was.
‘I mean,’ he continued cheekily, walking up to me, ‘our cream’s the freshest this side of Milwaukee. If you get my drift …’
I blushed. ‘Actually,’ I sighed, ‘I’m gonna have to be off. I only wanted a few things. And besides, my girlfriend will be wondering where I’ve got to.’
He gave another toothy, disarming grin. ‘Girlfriend, eh?’ he noted. ‘No disrespect, Sir, but I hazard a guess that a girlfriend’s probably not the best choice for a guy if he wants fresh cream. So to speak …’
As a patron of his store I could hardly believe his gall. But as a horny young guy, full of rushing hormones and desperate for hot sex, his words were just the sort of encouragement I needed. In fact, I already had quite a tremendous bulge in my pants – something that didn’t escape the notice of the keen-eyed till-hand.
‘I’m employed to keep the customer happy,’ he teased. ‘So I was wondering, Sir, is there anything I can do to help you in that respect?’
‘You could sort out this fire-alarm,’ I smiled – aware that that probably wasn’t what he wanted to hear. ‘Other than that, I suppose you could always suck my cock …’
‘Right here in the car park?’ he quizzed.
I glanced around us, noting that everyone’s attention was now caught by the arrival of the fire service. ‘Well, Andy,’ I replied, ‘I’m game if you are.’
He stepped a little closer, before checking the coast around us; then pushed me against up my car, so that by the time he’d fallen on his knees between my legs it was much harder for anyone to actually see what he was doing. That said, part of my present excitement was the fact that someone might see; and although I had no wish to be busted, I felt a distinct buzz from the thought that our illicit encounter was being watched.
Andy nestled up against my crotch, rubbing his handsome face upon the musky quarter before him; whilst I reached down and brushed my fingers through his short, highlighted hair. My breath stolen by the very thought of another man being in such short proximity from my straining cock, and in such a risky situation! Indeed, I still wasn’t entirely certain at this stage that the lad was gonna have the nerve to yank the rod from my pants. He was, after all, on home turf; and somehow I got the distinct impression that the store manager didn’t quite have this sort of behaviour in mind when he talked of giving customer satisfaction.
Yet after just a moment of hesitation, he finally made his move. Slipping my slacks down a little, so that my dribbling shaft eased into daylight. Seven inches of hard, throbbing manhood, which until this moment had never once felt the touch of a man’s tight lips.
That, however, was all about to change!
Under normal circumstances he may well have taken a moment or two to examine the organ, but as it was he clearly thought it best to simply open his mouth and suck it straight inside. Feeding the pulsing flesh over his tongue; then moving his head back and forth with slow, manful strokes. Forcing himself further along the pole, so that he was soon impaled upon my hard, uncompromising cock; whilst quietly groaning with pleasure from the delicious salty broth of pre-cum now oozing from my balls.
Not that I was in a position to hear anything other than the continuing alarm; though nothing could detract from the intense feelings that he was handsomely giving to my entire length. As he used his hungry mouth to ride and stimulate my joystick, closing his eyes as if to concentrate on pleasing me. And all the time I felt the continued brush of his nose on my fuzz as he buried himself deeper into his passion. A sensation that merely seemed to underline the crude, but very sweet perversion that I was now engaged in.
I had almost lost attention to reality, and might have failed to notice the nearby presence of an elderly chap making his way to his car were it not for an accidental glance on my part. At which point I immediately knocked Andy with my leg, praying that he would understand the signal. After all, I sensed that getting rumbled for taking a blow-job in a supermarket car-park was not something that would’ve particularly amused my girlfriend!
I slipped my cock away, though in the end the old man never turned in our direction. Nevertheless, the fact that the alarm had suddenly fallen silent seemed to signal an end to our encounter anyway; and it was with another suggestive wink that Andy promptly jumped to his feet again and urged me to follow him back into the newly re-opened store.
I had no idea where he was taking me, but I got the distinct impression that his intention was not exactly innocent. Fact is, his sucking my fat cock had clearly got him feeling fucking horny. What’s more, the bulge in my slacks was testimony to my own arousal; and by the time we reached our destination – a small store-cupboard towards the back of the shop – I could hardly wait to return the favour that he had displayed outside.
As such, I fell down on my knees before him without so much as a please or thank you, yanking at the button to those tight pants of his. Seconds on, and I was slipping his under-briefs down his legs, fully exposing the hard length of fresh meat now aching in his crotch. Seven inches or even more of uncompromising maleness. Thick and slightly purple, with a handsome roll of skin that covered the mushroomed helmet beneath. Gees, it was fucking beautiful; and the fact that I had dreamt of this moment for so long made the sight even more exquisite. I mean this was the very first time that I had ever seen another guy’s hard cock face-to-face; and it was with nervous excitement that I finally dared myself to reach up and hold the toy, pulling it back slightly so as to expose its engorged head.
As I did so, a healthy drool of pre-cum dribbled from the end of his tight slit, and almost instinctively I leaned forward to taste the salty nectar. Letting it drip slowly onto my outstretched tongue, before allowing the juice to swill around my mouth. And it was at that point that I realised just how much I needed rampant cock to make me feel complete. Somehow, my girlfriend’s juices just never did anything for me; but this sweet brine was like elixir, the most tender offering of the guy’s primed balls, and taking another drip of love I wondered to myself how I had managed to reach this point without such rich experience.
I couldn’t stop myself from taking him in my mouth. From sucking his uncompromising length of manhood deep inside, and feeling the aching flesh as it pulsed between my lips. Fuck, it felt good! So good, in fact, that my own cock was straining in my crotch. Dribbling its own moist offering of goo into my briefs. Whilst my stomach churned, and every sinew tingled. My whole body embraced in a quiet, but almost desperate climax.
Andy was making the most of the opportunity now, thrusting his hips backwards and forwards into my eager mouth. Pushing his aching mound towards the back of my throat, almost as if he wished to force himself through the back of my head! Under normal circumstances such fanaticism would’ve been enough to make my balk; but here, with this sexy fucker pummelling my mouth like I was a whore, I found that it merely turned me on all the more. Fact is, I needed to rod this guy myself. Needed to push my own throbbing cock into his tight little pucker. And pulling myself away, I took fate into my own hands and pushed the store-hand over a nearby chair. Parting his legs, and slipping a spit-lubed finger between his hot cheeks to ensure the guy’s hole was as loose as could be hoped for.
I slipped out of my pants. Then slowly eased myself behind the guy, who had pushed himself even further over the chair in a bid to force his butt into the air. As a result, I found penetrating him almost as easy as with my girlfriend; for his slit was evidently a frequently-visited nest for cock, and the position of his ring was such that I seemed to tumble into him without any of the struggle I’d perhaps imagined. So it was that I found myself thrusting in and out of his rump before I’d even given it thought. Pushing my straining love-rod into the cherished darkness that lay inside.
By the time I was fucking him to the hilt, slapping my hairy balls against his own, Andy was no longer hung across the chair, but had raised himself up a fraction so as to grab hold of his own cock, still standing proud and drooling for attention. As a result, he promptly began to manipulate his flesh, jerking himself with heavy-handed strokes as I continued to probe deeper and deeper into his guts. It was a move that, if anything, stoked my confidence. For having never fucked a guy before, there was a part of me that needed reassurance – a gesture that told me I was doing the correct thing. Yet recognising that the lad was beating his own meat was all the testimony I needed. Clearly I was doing something right; and leaning into him and grabbing his shoulders, I was now determined to continue.
My strokes were longer and harder than ever, as I thrust like a man possessed into the delicious warmth of Andy’s bowels. Filling the dude to completion; and, in the process, bringing me to that final confirmation of destiny. For being with a guy was just so much hotter than being with a girl. Sucking cock and fucking ass was so much more intense than anything Christie could offer me. And hearing the young lad moan as I impaled him even further on my joystick, I realised that I had finally found myself. What’s more, I had discovered that sex need not necessarily be just a matter of pushing and shoving; but sweaty and gasping and exciting, and altogether a lot of fucking fun!
Each stroke of my shaft was becoming increasingly unbearable. The weight of cum in my churning balls now forcing me towards the very brink of ecstasy. Yet my own incitement was momentarily eclipsed by that of Andy, whose moment of glory had already arrived. Arching himself forwards, he gave out an angry splutter of expletives; then finally began to rupture. A heavy wad of cum bolting from the end of that uncut shaft, blasting the chair below him in the process. Bolt after bolt of creamy sauce emerged; and with it the continued rasp of delight from Andy’s throat, now almost hoarse from pleasure. He perhaps forgot that someone might be listening at the door, and that our antics could be disturbed once again. Yet as in the car-park, such danger perhaps only fuelled our desire to rut all the more.
I could hold back no longer. I pulled away from his ass and immediately began to blow in the lad’s direction. Spunking across his back, to the extent that several thick globs of baby-fizz landed on the nape of his neck. Coating his dark hair with a white broth like a horny calling-card, which then proceeded to drip slowly down onto the chair below, mixing with the ball-snot that Andy himself had already produced.
We cleaned ourselves up – as well as the unfortunate chair! – then slipped out of the storeroom to return to normality. He to his duties; and me to my new reality. For our encounter that particular late afternoon meant that life for me would never be quite the same again. Cock was now my only true source of contentment. The secret to true fulfilment.
Thank fuck for Wal-Marts, is all I say!

Story by Marc Oranje Nov 2005 @ GSC

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There are four of us, all drinking and trying to chill out. But we know what we are here for. We have known each other only a few days, only for a few hours really. But we share one thing in common. We want to have a foursome for the first time.

First there is Dan: early 40’s, shaved head, stocky and straight looking. His other half Mike: early thirties, taller, slimmer and with a goatee. My other half Ben: also early thirties, loves to be fucked hard. And me, Jason. The only thing I don’t like is a cock up my arse. That’s why me and Ben got on so well.

We sit in our living room talking and dropping suggestions for an hour, but no one makes a move. Finally it’s too much to take anymore and Ben says:

‘I don’t know about you, but if anyone wants sex I’ll be in the bedroom.’

And he goes through to where our large double bed is waiting, in darkness.

Mike stands up immediately and follows, leaving Dan and I to look at each other for a moment and smile.
‘Doesn’t hang about does he?’ he says.
‘Oh no,’ I wink back.

We both stand. Dan collects some condoms from the small bag he has brought with him and, by the time he joins me in the darkened bedroom the other two are already naked on the bed. I turn to Dan as he comes into the room. He is wearing only grey Kalvins, his cock already hard and bulging the front of them. He comes up to me and I reach immediately for his toned backside. It is firm through the material of his underwear. His hand moved directly to my Umbro shorts where my dark cock is growing fast. We kiss each other’s necks, grab and pull at each other’s flesh, rub our stiff cocks together.

His hand slips down the back of my shorts and he feels around my hairy arse. Expertly he lowers my shorts with both hands, allowing my cock to leap free and press against the stiffness in his shorts. But not for long. His shorts come down and I grab one arse cheek in each of my hands. Our bodies are hot already, our cocks clashing together.

Behind me in the darkness I can hear Mike’s groans of pleasure and I know that Ben’s expert mouth is exploring the other guy’s sensitive parts. The sounds compel me further. I drop to my knees and start to service my guest. He is cut and the feel of a raw cock head on my lips is a strange change. Both Ben and I are uncut and a bare cockhead is a rare thing in our world. I lick it first, felling for his balls. Shaved, smooth, heavy and mine to do with as I please. I swallow his length and relish the sound of his first, deep groan of pleasure. His cock slides in as far as I can take it, and I work it with my throat as his hands play on my face. My hands travel around to his arse again and, to show him what I like, I start to circle a fingertip around his hole. He groans again; this is what he likes.

I stop and stand, move him to the bed where the other two are now one over the other; sixty-nine with Ben on top.

‘Oh god,’ I hear Mike gasp as my lover’s mouth starts to explore below his balls, towards his arse.

As Dan kneels to take my cock into his mouth for the first time I can just make out in the gloom his hand moving towards my lover’s arse. Ben raises his head from where he has been working, looks over his should to see who it is that is teasing his hole. He whispers something encouraging and, as I am sucked, he is fucked by a finger.

As if he can’t stop himself Ben turns, unstraddles Mike and dives down onto Dan’s cock. The two of them have each other now and I pull away, to explore Mike.

His body is slimmer, less hairy, but his cock is still as enjoyable. Nestling in a patch of thick hair he is also cut, hard and mine for the taking. I work it into my mouth, playing my tongue along his shaft until all of it is in my throat and my face is nuzzling into his bush. He is smaller than Dan, younger but just as hard. I hear him gasp and moan with pleasure and know that he is also submissive. As I slowly release his shaft and then swallow it again, I imagine how his arse will feel when my cock slides into it later.

I hold him by his hips, pull him into my, smell the sweat which is starting to run from his hot body. I use some of it to wet my fingers that then slide around and beneath him. One starts to finger his hole and he lifts his hips to allow it further in. He gives in easily and two knuckles invade him with ease.

‘Oh god yes,’ he says loudly and squirms his buttocks down onto my hand, wanting more. He will get more soon. All seven of my solid inches.

Beside us I sense that the other two are moving. I kneel up and look over, my eyes more adjusted to the gloom. Ben has been turned around, his smooth tanned arse sticking up in the air, his knees apart. And Dan is knelt behind him. He bends forward, places his hands on the arse cheeks and spreads them. Without warning he dips forward and his tongue plunges straight into my lover’s crack. Ben lets out a long sign of release and drops his head to the bed.

As Dan feasts on him I feel Mike beneath me, lying on his back and wetting my balls with his mouth. I kneel there, enjoying the feeling and the sounds of my lover being rimmed.

And then he opened his mouth and lent forward. The other boy’s penis slipped straight into his mouth and I saw Darren’s face as he turned his cheek to the wall. His eyes were closed and he was smiling. Alex’s head slid back and forth as the other boy’s penis slid in and out of his mouth. His actions were smooth, slow, unhurried and he looked as if he had done this many times before. As he held and sucked his free hand reached behind him and his fingers sought out his backside. I gasped when I saw his fingers find his sphincter and he started massaging it.

As Darren’s penis slid into his mouth he slid one finger into his anus, mirroring his own actions. Still he was slow and deliberate. Eventually he stopped and flicked his tongue around the end of Darren’s penis and when he did this the other lad’s fingers curled and scraped slightly on the toilet wall. This was giving him the most pleasure. Alex could somehow sense this and the tongue tickling increased. Darren’s buttocks tightened and I heard him grunt.

And then I saw Darren ejaculate. Alex opened his mouth further and the semen squirted straight in. He continued to flick his tongue at the now red raw end of Darren’s penis as more ejaculated and filled his mouth. And at the same time he pushed two fingers into his own anus and opened his eyes. He was smiling as he swallowed.

I stared at the sight not knowing how to react. Darren’s penis was still firm in his hand and the other boy was still pressed against the wall. Alex, too, was smiling. Sperm trickled from his mouth and down his chin as his eyes grew wide and he winked.

At me!

Slowly he stood up. I was rooted to the spot, burning with embarrassment I felt like I had been caught doing something wrong. I stared back, my mouth fell open. Darren moved away from the wall but I did not notice until he too turned to look into the mirror.

And then there were the two of them, two teenagers, one dark, one blonde, both with erections, staring at me. And both were smiling, defiantly.

I found the will to move, stepped out of my hiding place and walked up to them determined to discipline them. But no words came. I saw only the angelic looks on both of their faces, their smiles, the trickles of sperm on Alex’s chin and on the end of Darren’s penis. I saw their hard, smooth chests, their legs, their genitals and I could think of nothing to say. I just shook my head very slowly.

Alex looked down my body and Darren did the same. I followed their gaze and realised with horror that in the front of my trousers my own penis was pushing out a huge, solid bulge.

When I looked back up at them, hotter and more ashamed now, I saw each one wink at me in turn. Darren pulled up his pyjama trousers and slipped passed me.

‘Goodnight sir,’ he said with another wink, and then he was gone.

And I was alone in the silent shower room. Alone with Alex. Both of us were silent. Both of us were aroused.

He took a step towards me, stepping out from the shower into the stillness of the room, his body dripping and his penis pointing directly at me. He stood before me, his eyes fixed on mine.

And then he slowly dropped to his knees in front of me.

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