Then she introduced me to her father and she passed me over to him as if I was a bag of shopping. Before I had a chance to flirt or even ask her name, she was back into the crowd of new arrivals touting for business again. The father grunted something at me in Greek and indicated a truck. As I started to climb up into the back with my rucksack he took my luggage from me and lifted it in as if it weighed nothing. I was mainly full of college books I had yet to read and they weighed a ton. Before he could give me the same treatment I scrambled in, afraid that if he lifted me in his grip I’d be crushed. He was at least six foot, about forty five years old I’d say judging from the flecks of grey in his moustache, but his muscles practically ripped his shirt as he manoeuvred my rucksack into the flat bed.

            I smiled as best I could, already worrying about where he was going to take me, and what he might do. I’m pretty tough, I work out and play football, but there was no way I could defend myself against the father should he turn nasty.

            But I needn’t have worried. He drove me up through an enchanting village, honking his horn at the locals and waving from the cab. He seemed pleasant enough, and when we reached the house he was as charming as you could wish for. He showed me around, agreed the very low price his daughter had promised, and told me that he could always be found in the village if I needed anything.

            Two days later I ran out of water. I had got to know my way around by then and had no trouble tracking him down in the village. I explained that the tap had suddenly run dry and asked what I could do about it. He told me, in broken English, that the house occasionally had this problem but it required him to come and fix it. He would come up in the afternoon, if I could manage until then. We made an arrangement that I would leave the front door open and he could let himself in. He’d only need about ten minutes to do something with the water pump outside and then he’d be off, shutting the doors behind him so I’d know he had been.

            That sorted I went back to the house to collect my things for the beach. It was September, the weather was still hot and, coming from the cold climbs of North Yorkshire, I was not used to such heat. It drained my body, emptied me of moisture and, since being in Greece, had led me to understand why the locals took siestas in the hottest part of the day. By the time I’d returned to the house and packed my beach bag it was just after noon and my body was weary. The beach was a mile away and by foot, at that time of day, was a hard slog to get to and from.

            I decided that I would go later. Right then I needed a sleep. I could wake up feeling refreshed later in the afternoon and the heat would have died a little. I threw my soaked tee shirt onto the chair and flopped onto the bed. Remembering that the landlord might call I decided to keep my shorts on. He shouldn’t need to come into the bedroom but just in case…

            Before long, drowsiness came over me and I felt myself drifting. Far away I could just make out the sound of birds chattering, a goat bleating somewhere on the mountain above and the occasional vehicle passing in the valley far below. Through approaching sleep my mind flashed up images of the daughter wading out of the cool sea, her hair falling long across her shoulders, water dripping from her breasts and running in little streams down her soft, naked flesh. My cock was pressing against the bed beneath me but it would have to wait until I woke up. Maybe I’d have more dreams of her as I slept and would wake with new images I could recall when I beat myself off later.

            I don’t know what I dreamt about but whatever it was, it was interrupted by a sound from the next room. I didn’t jump up in panic, I knew it would only be the dad come to fix the water and allowed myself to remain in that half sleep where you know what is going on around you but couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it. Almost paralysed in a numb, contented way. And then I drifted back into afternoon dreams.

            I heard breathing in the room; someone was standing behind me, over me and watching me. I heard a quiet cough and ignored it. It was o.k. Only the landlord letting me know he’d finished and was leaving. I heard the rustle of material and a gentle clatter of a belt buckle. The dull thud of boots being kicked off and discarded. More breathing and then the sound of clothing being dropped to the floor.

            The mattress beneath me moved as if someone was putting weight on it and I dipped slightly to one side, and then the other. Someone was kneeling at the foot of the bed. But dreams are meant to be like this I thought; real and yet safe. New experiences happen in dreams and, because they’re not real it doesn’t matter. I drifted further into the comfort of sleep feeling only a presence behind me and security that I was in safe hands.

            Hands that touched the soles of my feet and slid them to one side, parting my legs gently, and allowing cool air to explore around the tops of my legs where my football shorts hung soft and silky around my thighs. Cooling air that dried the sweat gathering behind my knees and chilled my flesh. I felt my ankles get taken in large rough skinned, wide hands that gripped just tightly enough to pin my legs to the bed. And the hands started to slide upwards, gently massaging my muscles, sending me further into nowhere land and sending shivers of pleasure through my sleeping body. They reached the back of my knees and a strong finger pressed into the flesh there. I’d never felt a sensation like that before, either asleep or awake and it felt good. A stronger, tougher finger joined it and made small circles, all the time pressing and massaging.

            And then I felt the hands slide further up until they gripped my upper legs, just below my shorts. The tips of the rough fingers slid in under the material and played on me, one after the other in a slow rhythm, pressing one at a time in sequence. The hands started kneading me there; a little more pressure was applied as they moved higher up under the material until they pressed on the bottom of my cheeks, sliding to the sides as if to feel everything that was there. The hair on the back of my legs was standing up now, something was telling me that this dream was going in the wrong direction and that I should wake up. But another part of me was being lulled, hypnotised by the gentle stroking of rough hands, sending me further into a place I’d never been before and I was enjoying it.

            My shorts were being taken down. My cock, still rock hard, was pressing its circumcised head against the waste band, caught there as the shorts were dragged away. My arse lifted of its own accord, freeing my cock and allowing the shorts to be removed completely. I felt the hands start at my ankles again, slowly sliding up the back of my legs until they held one cheek apiece. There they paused, holding my arse in a strong, not to be resisted, grip.

            Something made me part my legs further. I don’t know if I did that or if the unseen dream-force moved them but they spread. And I knew that the hands were spreading the crack of my arse and opening it to the afternoon air and allowing the unseen visitor to get a full view of my flesh, my light blonde hair covering the white, smooth skin that gave way to a darker recess where my tight hole was now being watched.

            And then these big hands were on my sides, holding me by the hips as two powerful thumbs rolled and massaged my arse cheeks, pulling me open and then pushing me closed as I felt myself being lifted from the bed. This inside of my legs brushed against something else, something new. I felt coarse hairs scrape at my skin as I was pulled back and up, felt hard muscles against my inner thigh while all the time the vice like grip that controlled me allowed no resistance, and yet the grip was gentle and careful.

            I realised something. Through my sleep I knew what was going on and I knew that I should wake up. But I also knew that it was too late. I stood no chance of escape even if I was awake. Asleep I could imagine that this was still a dream and that this was not happening.

            But when I felt breath on my arse cheeks I knew it was happening. I kept my eyes closed and I kept still. Allowing him, as it was definitely a him, to do whatever he was going to do. It didn’t matter; I was asleep so this was not happening.

            The breath suddenly became warm and moist and I felt the rough hair of a moustache above a pair of soft lips. I was being kissed, first on one side and then the other. The hands had drawn me up to a face, my balls hung free in the air and my cock stuck out into the empty space beneath me. And I felt the kisses turn to licking, a smooth, hot tongue was drooling across the light furriness of my backside, pausing now and then to kiss. And to take a gentle bite. Teeth in a powerful jaw dug into me just enough to tell me that resistance would lead to pain; compliance would result in something more rewarding. I could not resist. I knew who this was and I had seen his strength. I realised that asleep or awake I belonged to the dad now, and that was that.

            My thoughts were interrupted. The mouth and the moustache had moved, centred in on my crack, right at the top. And they were now moving downwards. My heart raced, I knew where he was going. My crack was pushed wide by the rough stubbled chin and the heat from its scratching was intensified by the heat from the mouth that licked and bit as it pushed harder against me. Until I felt something press against my hole. It clamped up tight, nothing had touched it before and its reaction was instinctive. I felt something wet and hard jab at it, a tongue, but still it resisted.

            Until the tongue stopped jabbing and its action became one slow, gentle, wet push. In a circular motion it nudged cautiously against the tight puckered flesh of my hole, teasing it, tempting it to give in. My heart raced on, knowing that I wanted to give in but not knowing how to make my body obey. And then I stopped worrying. I realised that my body would obey, it had no choice but to give in to the tough, experienced action of the older body that controlled it. And once I realised that I felt my sphincter relax and his tongue slid into me.

            I couldn’t help but moan as I felt the heat and force of that tongue as it tickled my insides. Parts of me that had never been touched before reacted to his probing and sent signals to my brain. I pushed back, my body pushed back, of its own accord, wanting now to see what it felt like to have him reach further up into me. His stubble rubbed against me, between my arse and my balls and my flesh there burned red hot as it scraped. Above his hot mouth his moustache pricked at me and his nose dug into the top of my crack. And all the time his hands held my hips and his fingers plied at my inexperienced flesh.

            I don’t know how long he kept his tongue in me, how long he feasted on my innocent arse with his mouth, but I knew that I didn’t want him to stop. Not until my cock, now painful, had spat and emptied my balls. But his mouth released me and my hole contracted as his tongue slipped out. My insides felt wet, warm and for the first time I was aware of what lay within me. But the grip on my hips did not lessen. Instead it pulled me higher, lifting my arse up and towards the furriness of the man who knelt behind me.

            Up until I pressed against his hairy flesh and felt the downy hair of my arse tangle with the coarse fleece of the older man’s strong thighs. And then something was lying against my crack. Something solid, thick and awesome rested there. And something soft and large swung against my balls. I felt his balls touch mine, sending a sliver of electricity up and into my cock head. They felt so huge against me and I felt so inadequate, immature, inexperience. I did not know what to do but I knew that he did, and that was o.k. He would take care of me.

            Our balls rubbed together, his firming up while mine hung low and heavier with the juice that was gathering there. His hips circled, pressed and the solid shaft of meat that lay heavy against my arse slipped up and down through my crack. Each time it slipped a little lower and each time his thumbs pulled back on my cheeks, opening them a fraction further. Until I could feel his hard shaft press against my moist hole, teasing it as it slid over it, dragging his big balls with it until they brushed over my sphincter and his cock head dribbled dampness on the small of my back. And then down again until his balls rubbed against mine and the sticky, hot head of his cock touched my hole for the first time.

            His thumbs parted my cheeks, spreading them wider then ever before, and his hands gripped my hips with more force. His cock head pressed into my tight hole and I willed it to open up and allow this man inside. It resisted, he pressed harder, I felt his wet cock head open my hole a fraction. His cock felt like a steel bar as it pushed against my resistance. I tried to relax. He tried to enter. My arse resisted. But it lost the battle.

            With a gut wrenching, searing hot scream my sphincter was forced open and the thick mass of flesh pushed its way in. My hole tried to tighten but only made itself tighter for him. Now his head was in, there was no stopping him. My resistance spurned him on and he entered me with one slow, endless push that drove the wind from my lungs and the pain from my arse.

            I felt his balls bang up against mine and felt him rest there. My heart raced on my body adjusted to the pain. He took a pause; my breathing calmed and my muscles relaxed. All the way up inside of me I could feel the thick, pulsating shaft of the man’s cock and I gripped it, tightened my sphincter around it and then let it relax. Doing this gave me back some control and my body quickly learned that this was o.k. I didn’t need to resist anymore. He was in me and I was his.

            He started to draw it out of me, I felt his swollen head drag back along my insides, sliding along the lining until the ridge of the head pulled back against the inside of my sphincter. But there was no release, he did not leave. Instead he drove back down on me again, pushing himself back to the hilt and ramming against something inside of me that shot stabs of pleasure to my cock and made it jerk. And then he was pulling back again, all the time his strong hands held me around the waist and his powerful thumbs pummelled my soft cheeks. He thrust back in and his balls slapped up against mine with such force that I felt them bounce painfully. And the force of his thrust lifted up my hips, pressed my head deeper into the mattress.

            And then his hands moved. He had me pinned to the bed, my arse up in the air and my cock hanging free beneath. He grabbed my chest with both hands, gripping me in a bear hug from behind and, with a low growl, pulled me up and back into his lap.

            I could not control the noise I made then as I felt myself fall back, impaled on his spear of a cock as he sat me on him. It felt like his shaft would reach into my chest as I felt my arse spread wider and his cock buried itself deeper than it had so far. His arms wrapped around my chest and for the first time I opened my eyes. I saw his hairy forearms, thick with muscles, strong and dark. The hands that had held me were huge, fingers long and the skin rough. But they were protecting me. He rested me there, pressed me against his broad, hairy chest and kissed the back of my neck. I could feel his heart pound through his ribcage and knock against me, could feel his furry chest brush against the smoothness of my back and I felt safe.

            Safe enough to lift myself up until his cock was once again only just inside of me. And then I slid down on it, controlling the speed, letting myself get fucked at my own pace. Felt him enter all the way until my balls, tiny in comparison, were pushing down on his. And then I wriggled a little, with him buried inside me, squeezed my sphincter, learning how to give him pleasure before I lifted again, and then sat slowly down on that arse splitting tool and swallowing all of him inside me.

            He let me do this a few more times before he remembered he was in charge. He bent me back on the bed, on all fours and pulled himself right out of me without warning. My hole snapped shut and I gasped. Before I had a chance to realise what he was doing he had spun me around, dragged my legs over his and lifted me up. My cock rubbed against the hair on his chest and then his stomach as he held me beneath the arms, lowered me down until his cock head was touching my hole again. And then, as if he was simply putting me down, he slid me over his shaft. He continued to hold me under my arms as if I was a dummy and used all of my body to wank himself with. Lifting me up without effort and then dropping me sharply onto his cock. Each drop down sent a spurt of pleasure up inside me, made me grunt, made my balls slap against the thick bush of fur that matted at the base of his shaft. I had to hold onto him, my arms fell around his neck and I clawed at his iron-like shoulders. His hands slipped up and around my back so that we were hugging, and still he gripped me, slid his hands down to my hips again and lifted me from there.

            Lifted me up the full length of his shaft until his head was almost out of me. Then pushed me down again so that my insides were filled with his thick, swollen man cock, his huge head pushing against something inside of me that sent new sensations to my cock. My balls tightened further now, almost vanished inside of me as my cock started to itch deep down below. He lifted me, slammed me onto him, lifted, slammed, impaled me, faster and harder each time. I clung onto his back and smelled the sweat that now poured from him, felt his damp hairy chest slither against mine, felt his vice like grip on my waist as he pounded me. My knees gripped tighter around his solid body as I was slammed down onto him in a quickening rhythm.

            He grew even fatter inside of me, his cock threatened to rip my insides and he started to grunt. His face pressed into my shoulder, his nails digging into my sides. My cock rubbed against his bushy stomach, harder, rougher, getting sore, getting close. He lifted, pounded, and used my slight young body to wank his thick, dark cock. I clawed at his fur; he dug into my smooth skin as he slammed me down.

            And then he just held me there, pushed my hips down onto his lap, kept me there as my balls gave up and started to release the juice that they had been building up. His face pushed mine off his shoulder; he looked me in the eyes. His mouth clamped down against mine and he bit on my lips. His tongue forced its way into me as my cum forced its way out of me. I felt it slip through my cock and spurt out into the dark hairs on his stomach. I felt it jerk against his older flesh and splatter him. And, at the same time I felt his cock swell inside of me, well and then jerk. He grunted into my mouth, pressed me into him, grabbed my arse with both of his hands and pulled my arse cheeks so wide I could feel the skin stretch. His tongue thrashed around in my mouth and his cock exploded deep in my gut. A hot wave of cum hit me deep inside, I felt it sear against my flesh in there, it almost winded me. And then another, stretching my guts as it fought for space inside my tightly packed hole. I spurted onto his furry chest again, and he shot another load up my smooth insides. His hips convulsed, thrust up to me as another spurt splattered out and into me, and my balls spat out over him once more. I cried out, tears starting to drip from my screwed up eyes, I heard him growl, felt him shake as he pressed me down around he soaked cock that was blasting within. My grip on him tightened, I hugged him, felt the strength in his back as he jerked again and again.

            My insides burned with the heat form his juice and from the rough pounding he had given me. My cock still ached but it was empty now. It pressed against his wet, hairy stomach, spent and useless as his jerking subsided. His kisses became more gentle, his grunting calmed and our bodies started to relax.

            He held me. I kept my eyes closed. He lifted me gently from him and I could feel his juice seeping from my battered hole. He sat me down, pushed me gently back and stretched out my legs. I felt my cock fall soft and wet against my stomach, felt my balls, now emptied, slip back down to hang beneath. He took my ankles, turned me and returned me to my front.

            He ran a solid, rough palm across my arse cheeks, gripped one and shook it. Slapped it gently. And then I felt the tickle of his moustache as he kissed me there.

            And then he was gone. I felt a weight lift from the bed and heard a quick rustle of clothing, the clatter of a belt buckle and the soft shutting of the bedroom door.

            I lay there, drifting in and out of sleep. My arsehole burned and dribbled, my insides were wet, the flesh around my hips was sore and roughened and my cock head throbbed painfully. And the last sensation I remember before I drifted back to sleep was the brush of his moustache against my smooth cheek.

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Its was quite for a minute and he then asked me if I ever looked at other guys when I was in the gym locker room and I did admit I would compare mine with the other cocks but only out of envy since everyones cock was much larger than mine. He then said why how big is it and I told him I never measured it but it was extremely small when I compared it to all the others and that I would guess it to be only about 2 1/2 to maybe 3". He looked at me and said no way and I assured him it was true but he again said he didn't think so. I said why how big is yours and he told me it was just over 7", I told him he was full of shit since to me that seemed way to big. Now we were in my dads station wagon and he always had tools on the floor in the back behind the dirvers seat and Brian reached into the back and got out a tape measurer that was there and joked lets see I'll show you. I said yeah right but then for some reason I then said ok.

I drove to this spot that was know as a makeout place on the weekend but was dead during the week and stopped the car. Brian joked lets see yours first and I told him he was he one that said he would show me so he unzipped his pants and tok them off and I could see thru his underware he was huge for 15, he then took them off and out sprang the biggest cock I had ever seen. Brian handed me the tape and said check it out, well I had never measured one and asked him how and he told me to measure from the base of his cock on top to the tip which I did and damn if he wasn't just under 7 1/4". He then god a piece of string from the back were my dads tools were and wrapped it around his shaft to measure it around and then checked it against the tape it was 5" in girth he told me so I then checked and it was. Now it's your tun to show me how small you are he laughed so I unzipped my shorts and took then off and then took of my underware and out sprang what must have been the smallest he had seen. He said well it's not big  but it's cute and grinned, I thought he was making fun and started to put my underware back on and then he said no I really like it so I ttok them back off. He got the tape and put it to  my cock and it kind of jumped when he did which kind of threw me since I never thought I was bi or gay but had never had a guy touch it, he told me I was right and it was just short of 3", then he took the sting and wrapped it around and informed me the girth was just over 2 1/2". It was then that Brian looked up and caught me checking out his huge hard on, he grinned and asked me if I would like to get a closer look and I said yes so he moved so it was directly in front of me then he started to stroke mine up and down although it was small I was rock hard he said why don't you play with mine which I then stared to stroke his up and down.

After a few minutes Brian started to flick his tongue over my shaft and balls and told me to lean back and relax which I did then he swallow the whole thing and stared to give me my first blowjob about two minutes later I shot my load inside his mouth which he swallowed boy did this turn me on. When I was done he asked if I would do him and I told him I would try but i didn't know if I could since I still thought I was straight. I took and started to play with his cock again and after a minute or two I started to flick my tongue along his shaft and balls like he did to mine he let out a long moan then I swallow his cock at first I gagged when it hit the back of my throat and he told me to take it easy after a few seconds i could take it all in and strated to give him a blow job, I couldn't believe I was doing this, after a couple of minutes he shot this huge load in my mouth I tried to swallow it all but some dribbled down my chin it was so hot and salty but I like it. Brian said it was great and then licked the cum from my chin saying he always wanted to taste his own then he kissed me and we stared to make out our tongues flicking against each others.

We were making out for a few minutes and Brian asked if I wanted to fuck his ass which I jumped at the chance since I was a virgin and had never had it inside of anyone girl or boy. We got in the back of the station wagon he started to stroke me to get me hard again then he turned on his belly and shot his ass in the air it was then I noticed how hot his dark hole looked I stood over him and he told me to spit inside it to make it lubed I did and then slid my cock into his ass since it was rather small it went in really easy. I started to pump it in him slow and then started to just ram it in hard and he said yes fuck me so I kept it up until I shot my load inside him. He told me it was great turned around and then started to kiss me again.

After I got off of him he asked me if he could fuck my ass I told him I dind't know and he said I owed him since he let me break his cherry, after a few seconds I told him ok but to take it easy since I didn't want him to rip my ass open. We then switched positions with my ass sticking up in the air and I told him to make sure he lubed me well with his spit and then I was amazed when he stuck his tongue in my hole and lubed me that way, it was the that I noticed how hard I was getting again. He then slid his dick in to just the head it hurt a little at first but went away quickly then he slowly slid in a couple of more inches and started pushing it in and out after a few he the slid in another inch or so and did the same then he pushed it all the way in and started to fuck me. While he was fucking me my cock was twitching and jumping all over the place so I stared to jerk myself off he noticed and told me how hot it made him which made me smile he then said don't cum I want to suck it when I'm done so I backed off some so I wouldn't. About what seemed like ten minutes he shot his load in my ass it was funny bcause just as he did I had to fart he told me it was a funny but great feeling the pressure around his cock as he came.

Then he turned me over and started to go down on my cock with his mouth again about two minutes I shot another load inside his mouth it was then that he got up kissed me and let my own cum into my mouth which didn't seem quite as salty as his and if I may say so myself was rather great tasting after kissing a bit more I looked at my watch and saw it was just after 10:00 and we need to get home so we got dressed and brushed our hair to make sure we looked ok and started home.

We were at a traffic light when he turned to me and said I guess this means we are gay with a smile on his face, I said well if I still like girls I guess I'm bi and laughed he then said well he knew he was gay right then and there and that if I was only bi he would still want me and who knows with a little time he could make me as gay as him and then he kissed me since there were no cars around. He then asked me if I would like to be his boyfriend and that he knew I may still go out with girls but as far as boy on boy he wanted us to be exclusive, it was then I told him that I wanted him too so I joked and said I'll be your boyfriend and grabbed his crotch and said don't let another guy touch this and he laughed too and said don't worry I won't.

I called him the next day and found out we both got so horny after i dropped him off that we both jerked off several times before morning thinking about our night together and both agreed maybe we would cut out of our meeting ealry next week :).

Well that's it for my first time with Brian he was my first and only gay guy but we diod have many more encounters which are for a later time if this story is rated high I will let you know of the time we almost got caught.

He was still laughing at his joke he made at me so i said " well if u r bigger then me prove it" he instantly stoppped laughing i thought i had him. Then he said "okay" next thing i know his hand slide down his jogging pants, and pulled out this hug dick i couldnt believe my eyes. at first it was pretty soft but as i starred at it, it even got bigger n thicker. i must have been looking at it for 5 sec but it felt like forever then he slide it back away in his jogging pants. i could still see it as a gaint bulg in his jogging pants. " see i told u it was bigger then urs" was all that came out of his mouth. after that we were both quiet sitting on the couch watching t.v. All that was on my mind was that big dick that was right beside me. i so wanted to touch it. to feel it in my hand to see how it feels.

Then i got a idea i started to pretend that i was very sleepy n laid my head right next to his leg on the couch. he picked my head up n laid it on his lap. after what felt like forever i started to make nosies like i was asleep n started to move around a lil bit. slowly my head was basicly laying down on his croutch. then after a sec of moving my head around i finally found what i was looking for his dick. after a lil while laying on it, it started to get big once again pushing my head up as it grow under it. i was afird to do anything else so i laid their just sucking up every moment i had touching his cock thru his jogging pants.

Then out of no where i felt his hand sliding up n down my stomach. it felt so good i felt my own dick get big n hard like his did. next thing i no his hand keep going a lil lower every time he rubbed up n down. then he slide his hand under my boxers n grabbed my dick n balls all at once. i couldnt help but let a lil moan escape out of my mouth. he realized my balls n grabed my 4 inch cock n started to rub it up n down slowly. then he took his index finger n started to circle just the head of my dick with it i thought i was going to burst with pleasure.

He then said " hey Matt r u enjoying this?" i let out a very weak "yes". next thing i no he slides my boxers down to my knees he ran his hand up n down all over my balls n dick. then he got off the coutch i raised my head to see him sit down on the floor right where my lil dick was pointing striaght up n with one bite sucked my whole dick into his mouth. i let out a loud moan as he started to suck me going up n down harder n faster. at first i didnt know what to do. then out of instinct i started to trust up getting in time with him. all the sudden i felt so much pleasure i thought i was going to pass out a loud mixer of a moan n yes escaped my mouth as i grabbed his head n trusted up with all my might. i thought this pleasure was never going to stop n i wish it wouldnt either but as all good things this one stopped i laid on the coutch breathing heavy feeling like i need to use the bathroom at the same time not wanting to move.

Bob let my dick slowly slide out of his mouth he slide up to my head n gave me a deep kiss. then he stood up n dropped his jogging pants to the ground letting me finally see his whole dick. "u can touch it if u want to" was all he said. i kicked off my boxers got down on my knees n grabbed his dick it was 8 inches n thick. he let out a moan as i slide my hands up n down the shaft. then he said " go ahead suck it like i did urs". i couldnt imagion getting something that big in my mouth but i sure wanted to try. first i put the very tip of the dick to my mouth. i slowly slide my mouth around the head of his dick. i stopped for a sec to take in the fantasic taste of his dick.

He put his hand on the back of my head n shoved in a lil more. it was all i could take he then instructed me on how to jack him off. i grabbed his dick with both of my hands. what i thought was the best i could do i started to jack him off. he started moaning n saying things like " oh yeah thats it go faster" or "dont forgot to use ur tongue". after a while of doing this he pushed my hands aside n started to jack him self off faster then i was. his other hand went on the back of my head as he said " im about to cum make sure to drink it all" i had no idea what he meant but i was ready for it. then all the sudden he grabbed my head n shoved with all his might to get all his dick he could into my mouth. he shoot his first load making me choke but he wouldnt let me pull back even a lil bit.what ever this cum was it tasted great.i started to swallow all i could but. he shoot so much cum that it over filled my mouth n started to spill out on my shirt n running down his dick.

Finally he released my head n let me pull off i licked his dick clean of the cum that had escaped me making sure to get his balls really good. he pushed me back on to the couch saying " that was awesome" without even letting me say a word he started to kiss me deep again like he did earlyer.

To be ........

A voice then instructed the pledges to sit down on chairs being placed behind them, and in no time flat, hands were forcing their heads forward and an order to "open your mouth" was spoken. Before he knew what had happened a soft cock was shoved into his mouth! The order to "suck it!!" was then given, and Pete, while dazed and confused, began sucking on the now hardening pecker. He could hear the sounds of cocksucking going on all around the room and wondered if he was going to have to take a load of cum in his mouth. After about five minutes of sucking the cock was pulled from his mouth and his blindfold was removed. Pete could then see that they were in a room lit only by candles, but even in this dim light, however, he could see that everyone was naked and erect, and the older brothers were standing outside the ring of pledges slowly jerking their dicks. The president of the frat then laid down the rule to the new members, " If an older brother ever needs a suck off, you will suck him then and there on his request, if an older brother asks you to jerk off for any reason you will do it then and there, if and older brother asks you to suck anyone else, you will do it then and there, do you all understand these rules, if so answer yes." "If you agree to abide by the rules laid down here tonight you are all now probationary members."

Now as official members, the pledges dropped to their knees and sucked their older brothers to completion. They also were allowed to bring themselves to orgasm by sucking each other off, and Pete got his prick sucked by a kid from Texas who obviously had sucked a lot of dick before tonight! Within minutes he was unloading his nuts down the throat of the little cocksucker! Pete was surprised to find what a big cock the little guy had as he took his turn on his knees. He sucked the big head and licked it's shaft until his face was soon covered by spurting cum! He looked around the room to see most of his pledge mates on their knees with large penises in their mouths. The smell of fresh cum permeated the air, and it's pungent aroma seemed to be an aphrodisiac to the young pledges, because no one was having any trouble keeping and maintaining full erections! When ever someone needed to ejaculate, there was always and eager mouth ready to take a full load of hot cum and swallow it down! The rest of the evening was spent satisfying the upperclassmen, who were also caught up in the sexual synergy of the evening!

As they were heading off to bed an older brother pulled Pete aside and asked him to come to his room right away. When they got inside Pete was told to strip and play with his dick while the older boy kissed his nipples. Pete had very sensitive nipples and loved having them licked and sucked on, and after maybe ten minutes of foreplay, Jim, the older boy, told Pete to lay face down on the bed so he could fuck his ass. Pete quickly assumed his place on the bed as Jim rubbed his cock up and down Pete's ass crack, until he finally found Pete's hole and pushed his dick in slowly. Pete relaxed his ass and soon Jim was using Pete like his personal "fuck doll"! Jim was now panting hard and increasing the pace of strokes, while Pete's own cock was now hard as a rock and was nearing its own eruption, when all at once Jim shuddered and let go his load deep in Pete's ass. After Jim had removed his dick, Pete rolled over and begged Jim to suck him off, and without any hesitation, he dropped his mouth onto Pete's straining member and in only seconds Pete shot his cum into Jim's hot mouth! Both boys kissed deeply letting Pete's cum fill both of their mouths and Jim told Pete that he expected to have him in his room the next morning by seven o'clock to give him a wake up blowjob.

As Pete entered his own room he smiled at how well school was starting out! He better get a letter off to home to let his mom know that he had already made a lot of new friends!!! No use having her worrying!!!

THE END

 

Sam and I were just resting under the shade of an old apple tree, as we started jabbing verbally at each other.   He always was sharp witted, “So what are you going to do this summer that the paper need to write about?   Are you going to try and get some girl alone so you can slobber on her?”

 

“Oh yeah, mister stud, and how many have you been with?” I returned fire with.

 

“Not nearly as many as you dream about each night!” he slapped back with.

 

Then I snorted out, “Oh like you know what I dream about?  You’d be surprised if you did know.”

 

“Ha, ha, ha and what would that be?” he laughed out as he slunk back on his elbows and pointed his long tanned legs out beside mine and then added, “Sucking on my cock no doubt!”

 

It stunned me that he said that, because that is exactly what I had dreamed a couple of times.  I had seen him naked in the shower at school and in the locker at the clubhouse before a game a couple of times.  I knew what he looked like and I had dreamed of his five inch cock.  As I sat there silently for a few seconds, I realized I had to reply with something and without thinking I yelped back, “So what if I did?”

 

“If we were alone right now, I would let you,” Sam said quicker than I ever thought possible.

 

I slunk back beside him and whispered, “No way are you going to embarrass me to the whole world.  Even if I truly wanted to suck your dick, I wouldn’t give you that kind of ammo.”

 

He smiled and sort of looked at me funny then said, “Well hell Bud, you can suck me and I won’t tell anyone else.”

 

I laughed and said slyly, “Well who knows what could happen if you wanted it to.”

 

With that he slid his hand on my shoulder and said, “I’m game for it if you really want to.  Do you think anyone will notice us here?”

 

I slowly stood up and looking around and then back into his eyes I said, “Follow me Sam.”

 

I led him out through the field to the old barn.  It was nearly eight years old and we had repaired it many times.  The three interior stalls and the milking area were open but the loft was filled with square hay bails all except for a secret place I made at the back by removing some of them.  It was like a fenced pit, five bails high and eight wide and deep.  It had a flat padded hay bed floor and best of all it was secluded from anyone’s sight.

 

I jumped in and as Sam flipped over and down, I caught him and for the first time as I looked up into his eyes we kissed.  It was passionate and wet and lustful all in one, and as we kissed, I allowed him to strip me.  When he was ready, I was guided down to his crotch and without much of a nudge I began to adorn his cock with my lips.  I kissed the tip and tickled it with my tongue.  He smiled down at me as I let my mouth coat his shaft and then roll around his balls as my hands caressed the soft tip even harder.

 

His smiling face made me so horny that I began to engulf the tip then as much of his five inch cock that I could until I finally swallowed the entire cock to the hilt.  I sort of struggled to do it but his expression gave me the drive to go for it.

 

I worked it in my mouth and to the side and then using my hand to fondle his balls; I began to use my mouth on it like a cone of ice cream.  I would drive over and down it slowly and then withdraw with force until I got the hang up it and my rhythm kicked in and I began to send him into frenzy from my effort.

 

When his cock began to seep I felt his hands flowing through my hair and I heard him say, “Oh yeah.  Oh Yeah, just don’t quit. Keep going!”

 

My pumping motioned increased and with it so did his flow.  Small drips of his salty tang began to enter my mouth, and surprising enough I enjoyed it.  It was seeping in spurts as I got a big taste of it and I sighed and moaned and he knew why and began to pet my head softly as he added, “Oh yeah Buddy, keep going.  Keep sucking me doll.”

 

That one word made me warm and crazy and when I drove over it at light speed, he spouted out a load of his creamy juice.  It seeped then exploded in my mouth and to his surprise and mine, I swallowed a large amount as quick as it came out and only drooled a small stream.

 

Sam let me keep sucking him past his climax and when he began to shrivel, he pulled out of my mouth.  Then he pulled me up and pushed me in a corner and started fondling my body from head to toe.  He caressed my bare flesh up and down and what excited me the most was his lips touching my nipples.  His kiss made me tingle and squirm to suck his cock again. 

He stood back and looked n my eyes and then slid his hand to one nipple and then the other and watched how it sent shock waves through me.  I was going nuts from this wonderful torture as he asked, “Can I fuck your ass?”

 

I was so far gone by then that I only replied, “Hell yeah!”

 

He needed no help in putting me on my back.  I was easily placed in the center of the hay mound and as I was my cock stood up attracting his hand.  It took my rock hard pecker and began to torque it and twist it and as my legs found a way on his shoulders, he slid in me and deep in my asshole.  It was a hard painful rush at first that made me sigh, as his prick hurt but his torture of my dick was just as bad.  He seemed to be using my cock as guide and tugged on it to make my ass rise and widen for his thrust.   When he began to buck me I relaxed and started enjoying the feelings I was getting from it.  He rode me for a very hot sexy fuck before I felt his cream enter me and then flood me.

 

When he pulled out of me and fell back on the hay, I moved over and licked his cock clean and dry.  He enjoyed it so much that he began to toy with my thin small cock.  He sucked me off and to my great surprise and enjoyment he fed it to me in his mouth afterwards.

 

We stayed there all alone for a few hours afterwards talking and it was then and there that I fell madly in love with him.  He knew it was so and though he really enjoyed me, he wanted my body more. 

 

Then just before seven my mom called me home for dinner.  Her voice echoed through the fields and trees and as I hurriedly dressed and scooted off, I couldn’t help but kiss him a ton of times.  I even kissed him when we were outside in the open.  I was so hot for him, he could have told me to suck him right then and I would have.

 

The next few weeks were repeats after repeat.  We would play in the hay and stay alone like that almost all day.

 

Then one early morning my mom had planned to go off for an extended four day weekend with her sister to some sort of hideaway for divorced women.  She trusted me to stay home with my older sister who was 17. 

 

That was a mistake on her part, for my sister was gone right away with her boyfriend and I did not see her until almost the night mom returned.  Sam knew it was just me and got his mom to let him stay to keep me company.  What he did was keep me naked in bed and sucking and being fucked by him.  

 

That Thursday when she left Sam arrived nearly an hour later and seconds after that I walked naked into my bedroom and stayed that way for him for the next day and a half.  Then on Saturday afternoon I had the shock of my life.  A couple of our friends from the neighborhood, older boys, Jess 18 and Dominick 17 came calling.

 

My sister had told them we were alone and I think she knew we were fucking.  The boys walked in unannounced and uninvited and then after a few minutes, things began to happen.

 

Sam and I were both naked and raced to cover ourselves with towels.  That just made them more curious and with a flash we were both naked and being bullied back into the bedroom.  I was scared somewhat that they would beat us up for having sex, but they wanted to beat something alright, my ass.  Dominick was tall dark and an ebony chubby fellow and he was hung like a horse.  I know this because as soon as he could strip naked he flopped his nine at me when I stumbled back and fell to the floor.

 

Jess was blacker than night and handsome for someone with a bald head and a cock like a tripod leg.  That thing made Dominick look small and as it neared my mouth Sam was suddenly kneeling by me and sucking my nipples while the other two explored my oral and anal holes.

 

The next thing I knew was a mountain rolled in my ass while a python went down my throat.  My face was held tightly and as my assed enlarged from the beast in it, my face was fucked unmercifully by this huge cock that seemed to spit piss with each whack and swoosh in my mouth.

 

They enjoyed me fully and after I got use to them, I enjoyed them more.  The feeling of this hard rock plowing in my ass made me jerk myself off and as Sam saw it he ate my cum for me.  I had enough of my own when Jess choked me with his load.  They held me until they had drained dry and been satisfied then they left.

 

It was so weird how they came and went, but that was not the last time they would do that to me.  The fact is it wasn’t even close to a last time.  The next morning I was awaken by them and taken twice before noon.  That episode almost got me caught by my mom who returned home.

 

I was on the bed for round two; as Dominick face fucked me so hard and loud that we missed the sound of her car pulling.  She was carrying her suitcases up the steps when we noticed and Sam quickly shut my door.  I jumped into my boxer shorts and flung myself on the floor on my side while Sam and the others yanked on their pants and hid their shirts under my bed.  Then when mom knocked on the door we acted as if we were talking baseball. 

 

The next few days were a blur and just after school started back, word spread about my new identity.  Several big mouths gossiped so fast that before lunch was over, almost the entire sophomore class knew I was gay along with the freshman class.  In no time I was branded gay and it stuck.  I would say it sucked, but hey I love to do that so it was cool.

 

I had some really incredible things happen to me after that.  Like the day I went to the bathroom before homeroom.  It was early and I chose the one on the top floor off in a corner sort of isolated.  It had four big stalls and one small one in the far corner, which I went into.  The janitor was called Peanut an older man nearly sixty, sort of bald and thin and really freaky acting sometimes.  He was cleaning the sinks when I passed him.   He smiled at me with his weird hateful expression and when I dropped my pants and let my pee go I heard the door open and close.  Then I heard it open again and lock.  The main lights were turned off up front making the room sort of sinister and bleak.  As I finished pissing I heard footsteps approach my stall.

 

Now I loved to drop my pants and boxers when I pissed and I would even play around with myself while I did it.  So here I was bare ass as the stall door was popped open and there in the way was this old man peering at my butt.  I smiled and asked, “Do you need me to hurry or something?”

 

“How about bend over sweetie,” he said sneering and then slobbered out, “Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

 

I was not really attracted to him ever before this and at first I was repulsed until his pants dropped and out fell his long thick bald cut eight inch cock which rose to point at me in a matter of seconds.

 

Then came the excitement as he forced me forward and spat on my ass three times.  His cock was rubbing its way in me a moment later as his smelly body clutched my body and held me bent over.  His dick went in and rode up me and as it did I yelped out, “Oh goodness that’s a really hard cock you have.”

 

“Shut up you fucking fairy.  Shut your mouth or I will fuck it too,” he said in anger, which prompted me to turn and open my mouth wide for him.  He slapped my ass and responded by saying, “You are asking for a face fuck next.”

 

The minutes flew by as he pounded me in the ass, and then as he swelled to release his cream, I felt it throb in me.  His hot juices felt their way inside me and thinking it was over, I chimed out, “So did you like my ass Peanut?”

 

He pulled off me and spun me around and my shirt was yanked over my head and tossed on the floor.  Then using his feet he removed my pants and boxers while standing on them and pulled me over to the big flat sink area.  There were five in a row mounted on a wooden counter and my ass was placed in the middle one while I was abused by him.  He bit my cock like he wanted to eat it off me and squeezed my balls like a toy as I moaned and whined.  Hearing my response and afraid that someone else would also he stuffed a nasty old rag in my mouth and continued to gnaw on my cock.  He chewed on me like a dog would a bone until I began to cum and then he slobbered and slurped it up and off my cock.  Seeing that I was no longer about to cry out, he removed the rag and planted his semi hard cock on my lips.  His hands held my head and as he whispered, “Suck me.”  I felt his thrust and hands hold my head tightly so I aided his entry and soon he was hard and fucking my mouth wildly.  The session ended only after he came in me and made me swallow all of it.  Then he yanked up his pants and shoved me and my clothes into the last stall and rushing like the wind he left.  When I got my wind back I started to dress but I was so horny that instead, I bundled my clothes up and went back to sink and placed myself on it in the dark.  I was fantasizing about what he had done when the door opened and in walked a new boy that had just moved to our town.  His name was Ryan and he was short like me and chubby a sort round ball and as he passed me, he looked so hungry that I followed him to my favorite stall and sucked his piss out and then his dick off. 

 

All in all that morning before eleven o’clock I serviced five young boys, one old horny janitor and myself twice.  I didn’t get in trouble though as my home room teacher wanted me for her plaything and her husbands as well.  She sent word to my other three classes that I was working on a special project for her and without fail I had to complete it before lunch. 

 

Now if you want to know how Miss Alice took me and used me and her husband Brandy used me, ask for another chapter.

 

 

I figured the best place to look for another horny guy would be no other then gay.com. So I went and setup a membership and found a chatroom for around my area. I went on there a looked at a few profiles and got a lot of instant messages from older guys looking to hook up. I am 27 and though Im not a spring chicken, I felt if I was going to do anything with a guy I would like him to be around my age. After awhile A guy named John popped up and was less then 10 miles away. Sweet! He was around my age but was kinda big it seemed. I am a small guy. About 5'6" and 130 pounds. He had his stats of 5'9" and 200 pounds. I really didn't know how I would feel having a guy that big, that I have never met before in my house. We talked for awhile and he seemed like a pretty cool guy. He told me he was gay but hadnt been with anyone for awhile. We eventually got around to exchanging pictures and I felt kinda weird since I had a lot more of my dick to send then of my body and face. My cock isnt that big really. About 5.5 or 6" on a good day. He seemed to like it and told me he really liked the fact that I kept it shaved. He then asked what I was looking for. Was I looking just to talk, or if I was looking for some action. I told him that honestly I was looking for a no strings attached blowjob. This really seemed to get his attention and he told me he had a deal for me, if I wanted to accept it. The deal was he would be willing to come over and suck me off but since he hadn't had any in awhile either he wanted me to return the favor. Wow! I never really thought about that. I had to think awhile. Would I be willing to suck another guys dick so I could have a warm wet mouth on my cock? I came to the conclusion it could be no worse then when I went down on my ex's and told him I would suck him if he sucked me. I gave him directions to my house and said goodbye, then just sat there and waited.

20 minutes go by and there is a knock on my door. I get up and open the door and there he is standing in my doorway. I invite him in and we go sit on the couch and talk for a bit. It was that kind of nervous-not knowing what to say talk. I was nervous as hell, but he looked pretty good for being a little chubby. All I could think about was if I could really go through with sucking this guys dick. A guy I had met only a few hours ago. I got up and went to the kitchen to get a beer to help me relax a bit. When I came back I found him sitting on the couch with his zipper spread open with his cock out in the open. "Do you like it?" he asked. I could tell by the way it looked he wasn't to big but that he was pretty big around. I told him that it looked pretty good and that he would have to take it pretty easy on me because I have never given head before. He said he would be easy on me and since he was sitting there ready to go I figured I was going to have to be the one to make the first move. I stood inbetween his legs and told him to put his shorts around his ankles. He wiggled out of them and sat back on the couch. I then decided to go for it and knelt down in front of him and took hold of his semi-hard dick. This was the first cock besides my own that I had ever touched. I asked him how he liked getting sucked. Did he like getting a wet blowjob or a dry one. He said he liked a lot of saliva on it. With that I took grasp of the base of his dick and lowered my mouth onto his shaft. I went slowly at first making sure to get plenty of spit on it to lube up his cock. Within about a minute he went from semi-hard to fully erect. Fully erect his dick was about 6.5 inches long and like I guessed was pretty fat. As I got going, I tried to get all of it in my mouth but found out I was not very good at deep throating. I found that I was better at working my mouth and tongue on the head while I jacked the rest of his shaft off. He seemed to be enjoying himself pretty good. He told me that I sucked a good dick and he wished he had met me sooner. We went about another 5 minutes and then I felt his hand on the top of the back of my head. I figured that this meant only one thing, which was that he was ready to cum. Now I had to make the choice on if I wanted to swallow it or spit it out. I decided Id probably spit it out because I just felt weird to swallow it. His moans were getting more intense so I speed up and placed a lot of pressure with my tongue on the underside of his head. He placed both his hands on my head and I felt his cock get really stiff as he shuddered a few times. It took a few seconds before I noticed that he had cum in my mouth. At first it seemed like a warm slippery liquid in my mouth, then the salty taste filled my mouth. I slowly withdrew my mouth from his dick making sure to clean all the cum off as I went and then got up to spit out his load. He had cum quite a bit. It had pretty much filled most of my mouth. As I was sitting in front of the bathroom sink I couldn't get over the fact I was sitting here spitting out another guys load I had just sucked off in my living room. To tell you the truth I kinda liked the feeling that I could get someone off. I also liked the feeling that I was next!

I finished off in the bathroom and walked back out in the living room to find John buttoning his shorts up. I asked him how he liked it and you could tell he was loving it. He said that was some of the best head he has gotten in a long time. He then came up to me and placed his hand on my crotch. I was hard as hell and I was really looking forward to blowing a load in this guys mouth. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped then off. He started rubbing my dick with his one hand while pushing me down on the couch with the other. Finally I was going to get my dick sucked like I had watched in the porn movies all these mornings. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back and waited for the warm sensation to work its way down my shaft. I could feel him licking my balls and the shaft up and down like a sucker. This lasted about a minute then I felt his hot mouth go down and take my whole cock in. I love the feeling of having someone take your whole dick all the way down and have thier face buried in your lap. Up and down he worked his mouth. All I could say was "suck my dick, suck my dick". It felt incredible. After about 2 minutes I was ready to explode and I knew I was going to shoot a lot since I hadnt cum in 3 days. I let out one "I'm going to cum" and I totally exploded in this guys mouth. I must have shot 8 or so loads in his mouth and when I looked down I could see some of it leaking out and down my balls. He got up and went to spit it out in the bathroom while I just sat there spent and totally in awe of what just happened. All I knew was that I was going to sleep good today. I thanked him for coming over and told him maybe Id get a hold of him again sometime soon. Hope you enjoyed my story of what happened today, hopefully I will have more to tell soon!

  

Next we were figuring out what the best shade of gloss was, best eye shadow, and best polish for my nails. i felt really stupid being in there.

"You need help with the make up?", asked Emily with a hint of sarcasm.

"No, i'll be fine you can go home"

That day I was Staying at Chris's house. there is where i put the rest of the stuff on. We also had to buy a long blonde wig for the "real look".

"Dammit I hate bets!"

"You agreed so you have to get out of there and show what you look like."

I must have looked amazing because Chris's face went blank.

"You know I'm still a guy? So, don't be getting these weird as thoughts."

I was sleeping over there too so it was much better. He also had to invite Mark for some retarded reason. I was sitting there with all this shit on my face and I was completely embarassed.

"Wanna play truth or dare?", said Mark

"I'm in!"

"Sure i guess so. I don't think I can be anymore humilitated."

"Okay"

"You can go first Chris" said Mark

This went on for at least half an hour when I finally picked dare and got this from Mark;

"Erick, since you're dressed like a woman why don't you act like one?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, suck Chris's dick."

"What?!"

We all promised at the beginning to follow through with whatever the thing was"

"Fuck!"

"Chris drop your pants. Erick, proceed"

I got on all fours and started to suck Chris's cock. Now, it was about 8 inches; so i had to fit in a lot.

"Mark, Truuuuuuth or Dare?" said Chris while getting weird pleasure

"Dare"

"I dare you to fuck Erick in the ass"

O god! this night could go worse. I then look over and see emily filming this.

Just as I was about to say something cum shot in my mouth so I let his dick go and got it all over my face.

"O god! it's completely nasty!" not knowing what to do i swallowed it

A little bit later Mark started to cum in my ass which felt amazing.

"Mark? Are you gay?"

"No Erick I'm not. why?"

"Cuz if you were I was going to ask you if we could be butt buddies because that was amazing"

"Since you think you're gay now, sure. As long as you get it in the ass the most."

"Deal"

Just then i saw Chris's dad walk in and say, "Well! who's this hot peice of ass?"

"That Erick in make-up."

"Well Erick, since i see your ass and mouth cherry have been popped i'm sure you would'nt mind sucking off a 40 year old cock. would you?"

"Not at all"

As soon as I started to suck his dick I heard Emily starting to moan. She rubbing herself! I was dating her at the time, but she said she didn't mind me having a girlfriend and a boyfriend.

"O god Erick! Swallow my cum! Swallow every drop!" it felt like gallons because i thought it would never end.

I got up and kissed Chris's dad. I never swallowed the cum so we both had that taste in our motuhs. I then realized that I had 3 boyrfriends and a girlfriend.

After I finished kissing his dad I walked over to Emily and placed her over my hard cock and started bouncing her. Mark came over and put his cock in my mouth, Chris put his dick in Mark's mouth, and chris started sucking off his dad. I never thought i would be a part of a 5 way.

I'm now 20 years old. Live with all four of the gang. Married Chris' dad in california. I got Emily pregnant that time i fucked her. I still fuck all of them and vise versa. My daughter Christine is 5 now. Also, i have been fucked by a horse and dog. When Christine turns 18 i'm gonna get her pregnant. Emily agreed when she gave birth.

After stopping at the bar a few times we got talking, I’d finished my shift and came to sit with them. They thought I was just being friendly. I was, but there was another motive too. As she, her name was Marie, asked endless questions about what it was like to live in the Canary islands during the winter, what were the houses like and so on, her boyfriend, Mark, sipped his beer and stared off into the distance. When I could, I took a glance at him, hoping to catch his eye and draw him into the conversation. It didn’t happen. Maybe he’d picked up on the fact that I found him attractive, maybe I made him feel uncomfortable, they knew I was gay, and she seemed thrilled by the fact. He seemed worried by it.

Eventually it seemed only polite that I invite them to come for drinks up at the villa so that they could see what a real ‘local’ house was like and take in the views I have from the roof. We made a date for the following evening and I told them how to find the place, saying that I would meet them at eight at the end of the lane.

And, at eight the following evening I was at the end of the cobbled street, sweating from the intense heat and waiting. After ten minutes I decide that they had changed their minds. Maybe Mark had persuaded her not to come, fearing some sort of ulterior motive was at play. I decided to give them another ten minutes.

And then I saw a figure in the distance, climbing laboriously up the steep path towards me. I recognised the boyfriend from his sturdy, solid frame. He wore shorts and boots and he seemed to be struggling with the effort of lifting his legs for each step he took. It was quite a climb from the café to this part of the village and I guessed that they were town people, not much used to walking. As he came closer he saw me and waved. Eventually he panted to a halt before me.

‘Jesus, that’s hard work mate,’ he gasped.

‘I should have warned you. Where’s Marie?’

‘Long story, but in a nutshell she had too much Bacardi last night and too much sun today. She’s flat out in bed.’

My heart did a back flip as I realised I would have him on my own for a couple of hours. He was slightly tanned from his holiday and this added the dark looks he already had. His short black hair was glistening with beads of sweat and his blue eyes glinted out from under dark brows as he looked at me, smiled and shook his head.

‘I’m not walking up here again,’ he laughed. ‘I just came to tell you that we can’t make it tonight. Sorry to let you down but Marie’s not up to it.’

And my heart sank.

‘You’re almost there now,’ I said, thinking quickly. ‘You may as well stop for a beer. There’s the house.’ I pointed up hill. My house was only four doors away.

He looked uncertain. ‘Honestly mate, another time.’

‘Come on, you can cool down before setting off again,’ I said and turned, giving him no choice but to follow.

‘Just a quick one then,’ I heard him say and he definitely sounded uncomfortable.

I showed him into the living room and he went straight to the wide patio doors. Beyond these was the spectacular view of the valley below. Miles away and down the coast line ran from east to west and the sun was just nearing the sea where it would soon set.

‘Nice house,’ he said. ‘Nice view.’

‘Thanks,’ I replied. His tee shirt was stuck to his back with sweat, darkened in patches between his shoulder blades. His shorts hung over his arse and, where they too were heavy with sweat, they clung to his cheeks and accentuated their roundness. The view I was looking at was just as good.

‘Beer?’ I asked.

‘Cheers.’

When I returned from the kitchen he was still standing at the window looking out. I invited him to come and sit.

‘Don’t want to get your sofa messed up mate,’ he said looking at the leather sofa I had sat on and indicating his sweaty clothes.

‘Don’t worry about it,’ I smiled. ‘It will wipe clean.’

He thought for a moment and then chose to sit opposite me on one of the matching chairs. I’d worn my own brand of football shorts for the evening, silky and cool and, with nothing on underneath them I knew that I had to watch how I sat. If I lifted my leg up and placed my foot on the sofa, as I usually did, the shorts would stretch to show off my packet. And if I moved my other leg to one side slightly then the leg of my shorts would hang open and anyone sitting opposite would be able to see that I was wearing nothing beneath them. For the moment I sat with my legs together.

Instinctively I offered him a cigarette.

‘No thanks mate, I don’t smoke… cigarettes.’ There was an impish twinkle in his eye and he winked. Without making any reaction at all I offered a cigarette box from the coffee table between us.

‘Something stronger then?’ I opened the lid to show him a few ready rolled joints. He practically licked his lips as he helped himself.

We smoked in silence, the sun set far away and the light in the room dimmed. I turned on a table lamp, crossed the room and put on some music. He finished his beer quickly and refused a second. When I sat down again I noticed that he had changed position. He was no longer sitting upright and ridged but had slipped back in his chair a little, he looked more relaxed.

‘So how long have you and Marie been together?’ I asked, feeling that some sort of conversation should be started.

‘Only a few months,’ he replied and that was all he had to say.

‘She’s very pretty,’ I complemented, ‘you’ve done well.’

‘Ta.’ He looked around the room. ‘It’s a posh place you got here, what do you do for money?’

It was a bit of a direct question, but reasonable. It was obvious that I hadn’t made my money from working in a sleepy, Spanish bar half way up a mountain.

‘Photography,’ I said simply.

‘Yeah? Neat.’ He took a long, deep drag on his joint and held it in. I did the same and, without thinking pulled my right leg up onto the sofa.

As he exhaled his eyes dropped and his gaze fell directly on the front of my shorts. I rubbed my bare foot and lowered it to the floor again. He looked up at my face.

‘What kind of photography?’ he asked and I noticed that his speech was already a little slurred.

I slid a book across the coffee table to him and he picked it up. Opened it, looked at a few pages and then closed it again.

‘Oh,’ he said blankly.

‘Not your kind of thing?’ I asked with a smile.

‘Not really mate. Got any with naked women?’

‘I only photograph male nudes.’

‘Oh.’

He changed again, became more uncomfortable and looked at his watch.

‘I should go,’ he said and started to stand.

‘Calm down,’ I said with a laugh. ‘You’re quite safe. I turned off the hidden cameras before you came.’

He looked at me in shock and then decided that I was joking and a ladish grin spread across his face.

‘Finish your joint first,’ I said. ‘Or have another if you like.’

He did. Half way through the second one, when we had been sitting in silence for about five minutes, he suddenly sat upright.

‘Are you o.k.?’ I asked, concerned in case the dope had made him feel sick.

‘You’re a professional?’ he said it more as a statement than a question.

‘Yes I am,’ I replied indicating the book on the coffee table. ‘I have published several volumes all over the world.’

‘Would you take a picture of me?’

‘I don’t do holiday snaps,’ I laughed. But he was serious.

‘No, I mean like them in the book.’

‘Nude?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Well I could do.’ I had no idea where this sudden interest had come from and assumed it was the dope talking. ‘What would Marie say though?’

‘I wouldn’t tell her.’

‘So what would you use the pictures for?’

‘I dunno. Forget it.’

‘It’s up to you. I’m happy to do it, if you want.’

‘How much would you charge?’ he suddenly realised that I might want paying. It was, after all, my job.

‘We’d work something out,’ I said and lifted my foot onto the sofa again.

This time he looked into my crotch quickly and kept his eyes there. I shifted my left leg and knew that he could now see up the leg of my shorts. If I was hinting at something he knew what it was. I could feel cool air whisper around my semi hard cock that now lay against my inner thigh. He slid back in his chair and it was my turn to look at the front of his shorts. The white material fell back against his groin, defining the shape of what lay beneath. His legs, stocky and hairy, were pushed out in front of him and he crossed his ankles, his dusty boots resting on each other.

‘That would make a good shot,’ I said. ‘Try putting your hands behind your head.’

He gave me a quizzical look and then his cheeky grin returned. ‘Yeah?’ he asked. ‘Like this?’

I nodded. With his hands behind his head his body was fully stretched out. His tee shirt, now dry, had risen up from his shorts and revealed a line of dark hair running down from his navel. His stomach looked as though it had once been taught but was now slightly flabby from beer and a sedentary lifestyle. But his face glowed, his eyes were half closed and he looked like some young teenager waiting for his first kiss.

‘Don’t move,’ I said.

When I came back from my studio, camera in hand, he was in the same position. The only thing that had changed was the look in his eyes. They had closed further and he looked stoned.

‘Open your eyes a little,’ I instructed as I set the camera.

He did and they were red. That was o.k. I was using my digital camera and set it to black and white.

‘Now what?’ he asked after I had taken a couple of shots.

‘Pull your shirt up a little,’ I switched from looking through the view finder to looking directly at him, keeping my professional attitude.

‘Like this mate?’ He kept one hand behind his head while he used the other to drag his shirt up to his chest. He was playing with me, being as seductive as he could but not making a very good job of it.

‘No, put your palm flat on your stomach, that’s it. Now slowly draw it up so the shirt gathers on your wrist.’

The movement revealed his flesh to me slowly. Tanned, covered with a slight matt of dark hair. He looked down at what he was doing.

‘Look at the camera,’ I said.

He looked at it and smiled a tourist’s false smile.

‘Relax,’ I laughed. He frowned.

‘What?’

‘This isn’t one for the family album. Imagine that the camera is some girl you’re trying to pull, flirt with it.’

He snorted, coughed and said, ‘alright darling?’ directly to the camera.

‘O.k.’ I put the camera down. ‘This isn’t going to work.’

‘Oh no, come on mate. I’ll try harder. Just tell me what to do, talk me through it, o.k.?’

‘O.k.’

I checked the room, where would be a good place to photograph him?

‘Follow me,’ I said and went into the hall.

When he came from the living room, staggering a little and giggling, I was standing by the bathroom door. I nodded my head in the direction of the bathroom.

‘Straight up?’ he said incredulously.

‘You want to do this right don’t you?’

He shrugged and stepped inside. The bathroom was large. It had a marble corner bath with gold plated taps and a shower over it. The whole room was carpeted and lit by tiny spotlights hidden in the ceiling. He whistled admiringly as he went in.

‘Here we go,’ I said, my professional voice returning. ‘What I want you to do Mark, is this: put one foot up on the edge of the bath and start to undo your boots. That’s it, look this way. Turn a little away from me.’

This movement accentuated the shape of his arse, his football shorts pulled tight around it.

‘You’re a soccer star just off the field. You’re gunna take a bath, get yourself ready for a night on the town with the girls, o.k.?’

‘Sure.’

‘So, undo the lace, take the boot off and drop it, that’s it. Now, change sides and do the same with the other. Let me get a close up.’

I crouched down in front of him and pointed the camera to his foot. His hands were trembling on his Doc Marten boot, grey from street dust.

‘Relax,’ I reminded him. ‘Let the dope do its work and let yourself go. You just won the game, no need to be nervous.’

‘Sorry mate.’

I panned out. In the view finder I could just see the hem of his shorts. I tilted upwards and snapped the front. No bulge, nothing showing. A dead shot. I stood back a little.

‘O.k., now the fun part. Lean over and turn the shower on. It’s the knob there.’

He did as he was told. As he reached across the bath his shirt rode up at the back revealing the base of his spine. I saw a smooth back with no hair, the top of his arse crack just visible from the top of his shorts. Water started to pour out from the shower.

‘Give it a moment to warm up and then get in.’

‘What?’

‘Get in the bath.’

‘Sure?’

‘Yup.’

He did and stood there facing me with the shower pouring into the bath behind him.

‘O.k. Mark, do exactly as I say and we’ll have you on the front cover of Esquire.’ For one horrible moment I thought he believed me, he nodded keenly like an obedient school boy.

‘Lift your arms to your head and clasp your hands behind. That’s it, now tilt your head back and get it wet. Further.’

He put his face under the shower, water jetted out all around him, bouncing off his face and wetting his shirt. It started to stick to his chest again and, with him leaning back, his chest showed through hard and defined.

‘Now shake your head, wash that football match out of your hair. Open your mouth, let the water trickle into your throat, let it bubble out over your chin and run down your body. Feel good? O.k. step forward and slowly, very slowly remove your shirt. Pull it up from the bottom and over your head.’

Slowly his naked chest came into view. Between his pecs a line of black hair formed a wet covering, around his nipples more dark hair hung matted and soaked. His dark, pink nipples stood out against the water that rained on them from above.

‘That’s it, Mark, nice and slow. Hold it there.’

His shirt was covering his head. All there was in the viewfinder was a naked torso and the outline of his face pressing against the sodden material.

‘And now all the way off, chuck it away. Good lad.’ I kept talking to him now that he was getting into the shoot, I didn’t want him to lose the impetus or change his mind. ‘Now turn away from me, get under again. That’s it. Take some of that shower wash there and cover yourself. Go on, get the mud and sweat from the football field out of your skin. Massage it in, all over your chest, under your arms, around your neck.’

I photographed each change in his muscles as he lathered his upper body. I focused in on his hands as they smeared froth around the back of his neck and shot the glistening, short hair on the back of his head. I followed the rivulets of soap as they meandered down his spine and slid across the rounds of his backside. Jealous of their ability to caress the full, smooth shorts I moved the viewfinder to his legs, shot the backs of his knees, then travelled up again, framed the sodden football shorts that clung to his lad’s arse and defined its dark crack. And then further up again to the strong shoulders, all the time encouraging him.

‘Rub it in Mark. Imagine that there’s a girl in there with you and she’s doing it.’ I had a plan here. I wanted him turned on when he turned around. ‘Can you feel those soft, delicate fingers massaging your skin? Can you feel her hands playing over your chest? She’s taking your nipples between her fingers now. Her nails are pinching into them, gently, sensuously. She wants you Mark, she wants to go down and take your hard cock in her hands, guide it to her soft lips and lick her tongue gently along your length. You’re the star; she’s yours to do what you want with. And she’s going to make you come as you pump your straight man cock into her young mouth.’

His hands had slipped down his chest, played with his nipples and were now pushing into the tops of his shorts.

‘Turn to me now Mark, turn slowly and play your hands over your stomach.’

He did. His shorts were almost transparent now, a thick, stocky and dark cock was pressing against them. The pinkness of his cock head showed through the white material as he turned to face me. Above this a black shadow showed where his bushy pubes were and below his cock I could see his balls hanging free and warm.

‘Put your hands over your shaft, hold it through the shorts. Let it show. Let her see what a huge pole you have. Can you feel her breathing on it? Can you feel the water running into your shorts and trickling past your arse? Can you feel her fingers as she takes your cock and slowly wanks it, bringing it all the time closer to her mouth? That’s good Mark, that’s really hot. You’re turning her on. She’s begging you for it. Now, hands inside your shorts. Push them down, slowly mate, slowly let her see what you’ve got.’

His eyes were closed, his smile broad. It was as if he was in a trance now, feeling this unseen girl as she undressed him when all the time he was undressing for me. His shorts were lowered. His pubes came into view, thick and black and then the wide base of his solid cock. Slowly the shorts were pushed lower and his shaft was revealed, stocky and fat with a network of veins full and pumping. And then his head broke free, his cock snapped up, slapped against his bush and pointed straight at me. Still the shorts came lower. His balls swung free, hanging heavy in their stretched sack.

‘Turn around again,’ I ordered. He did as he was told. ‘Now bend down to take your shorts right off, push them all the way down to your ankles, and bend. That’s a good lad.’

In this position his arse was forced open and I zoomed in on the wrinkled, dark hole hiding in amid the forest of hair.

‘That’s good. Now step out of them, stand up, turn to face me, good lad. Rub the soap over your chest. That’s it, massage it in, squeeze your nipples. Nice. Hey, I like the smile, that’s a wicked smile you have Mark. You’re a good looking lad. No wonder the girls want you to fuck them. Now move your hands lower, rub your palms over your stomach, lower Mark, feel your pubes. Get your fingers in there, twist them, scratch your skin in there with your nails. That’s it, you can be rough. You’re a tough lad. Now run your hands under your balls, take them in your fist, lock them in there, pull them up, show her, show her your balls, that’s it. Feels good doesn’t it?’

‘Feels great,’ he murmured.

‘Now imagine she’s at your cock again. You’re the star, you’re the hero, the player with the biggest cock. She’s on her knees. Take your cock in one hand, grip it at the base, grasp it, feel your power as you shove it in her mouth. That’s it, it’s into her throat, feel her warmth around it.’

The water was still running down his body, running streams around his hands, hot water splashing over his inflamed cock head, his slit opening to let his pre cum ooze out.

‘Take your other hand, feel you arse. Run your palm around it. Feel into your crack, feels good doesn’t it? Let a finger play on your hole.’

He gasped and stretched his body up rigid when he found his hole. ‘Feels so good,’ he whispered to himself. I shot him as he opened his mouth, speaking through his smile.

‘Let it slide in further Mark, try it, see how it feels.’

‘Yeah, that’s great,’ he said.

I had trouble hearing over the sound of the running water but I could read his expression. He was talking to himself through his trance. ‘That feels real good.’ He was well into this now.

‘And think Mark. Think what you want to happen next. What does she do to you? What do you want to happen now?’

All the time my camera was clicking away, I had over one hundred shots now, there was nothing left to photograph apart from his cum, and I knew that was not far away. I put the camera to one side and stepped forward.

‘Tell me Mark, tell me what happens next.’

I could see that he was fucking is tight arse with a finger behind him, his hips were thrust forward and he was slowly wanking his foreskin back and forth over his fat, purple head. His mouth was open slightly, water running in and trickling out. His eyes still shut.

‘Suck me,’ he whispered.

‘I didn’t hear you,’ I lied.

‘Suck me,’ he said it louder.

‘I can’t hear you.’

‘Please, suck me! Someone suck my cock.’

I stepped into the bath. The warm water immediately soaked my clothes. I put one arm around him, and turned off the shower.

His eyes snapped open. They were inches away from mine, our bodies touching. I could feel his fist as it pumped on his shaft and banged against my belly, his cock head pressed against my shorts.

Without saying a word I put both hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently to his knees.

‘You first,’ I said.

I expected him to resist but he didn’t. Before I knew it he had pulled my shorts down and his mouth was around my swollen cock. I held his head and pushed it into my groin, gyrated my hips so that I could feel his straight face buried in my pubes. I used his head to wank myself, grasping him firmly and thumping my hips against him like I was giving him some sort of punishment. His hands gripped my legs to steady himself and I could hear him grunt with surprise at what he was doing, what he was tasting. What he was enjoying.

I looked up at the shower hanging overhead, to the fitting that held it to the wall, and winked.

And then I felt myself about to unload.

‘I’m coming Mark,’ I said and held my cock in his throat. ‘I’m going to fill your mouth with cum.’ I pulled back out. ‘You want to find out what a man’s cum tastes like?’ I thrust back in again, my legs were shaking. ‘You want to feel the hot splash of juice on the back of your throat?’ I drew right out, tilted his head so that he looked up at me. His eyes were wide, begging. ‘Do you?’

He didn’t answer, just dived onto my cock again and pulled me into his face. He feasted greedily, grunting, panting; desperate to find out what another man tasted like. I showed him. I heard him gag, felt my own hot cum fill his mouth around my cock, felt myself jerk against him, heard him whimper, give in, accept it. And I pumped him until I could stand it no longer. My cock slipped from his mouth and I drew him up to me so that we were staring into each other’s eyes. He opened his mouth and I could see it was still full with my juice. And, with it still open, he swallowed it all.

His cock was pressing against my wet thigh, his chest against my shirt. I turned him to the side and put one arm around him, stroked the fur on his arse cheeks and then let two fingers slip into his tight, hot hole. His eyes widened in surprise. With my other hand I tickled and stroked his balls. I didn’t touch his cock.

‘Feel that inside you,’ I whispered into his ear. ‘Feel how good it is to let someone give you so much pleasure.’

‘Wank me please,’ he said desperately.

‘I am,’ I replied and started sliding my fingers in and out of his arse, all the time teasing his balls.

He jolted and squirmed, tried to grasp his cock, I pushed his hands away. Instead he grabbed mine, it stiffened again, painful but willing. I could feel his body twist and slide against mine as I massaged him inside. I heard him swear, pant, whimper in disbelief. I could smell his sweat, his breath and could feel his heart racing in his chest.

‘Just imagine that’s my cock in there, fucking you.’

My words whispered into his ear and were followed by my tongue as I licked him, tasted him. I felt his hair against my forehead.

‘Jesus,’ he said, ‘I’m gunna….’

‘I know, just let it happen.’

‘Wank my cock… oh fuck.’

I had three fingers in him now, each thrust of my hand lifting him to his toes. I twisted his balls into my hand and pulled them down. I turned him so that his cock was pressed against me, sliding up under my shirt and rubbing against my stomach. He grappled for my cock. His pulling on my tool got stronger, more desperate.

‘Oh no,’ he started to grunt short gasps of abandon. ‘I’m coming, fuck, fuck, fuck me. Harder.’

As I slid my fingers into him I drew him towards me, his cock rubbed against me and I jerked down on his balls. And then I felt it. A long, scorching stream of straight lad’s cum shot up my stomach and warmed my flesh.

I looked into his eyes, wide, blue, his dark brows raised in confusion. And I wrapped my lips around his. Our tongues fought. Another stream of hot juice splattered under my wet shirt and I could feel his cock slide around in his own cum as he fucked it against me. My fingers reached into him deeper and I pulled him to me tighter.

My cock spat for a second time, covering his hand with my own spunk as he pulled in un-rhythmic jerking movements. I kept my fingers inside him, played my thumb around the top of his arse, removed my other hand from his balls and held the back of his head, pushed him closer to me, held us together as he subsided. All there was left to do then was kiss and he explored my mouth with his like he knew this was the only chance he would get to kiss another man.

Slowly, I let my fingers leave him, but I kept my palm against his arse, enjoying the feeling of his skin, knowing that I held a straight guy in my arms and that he was kissing me, holding my cock. Knowing that he had asked me to fuck him, asked me to suck him. And knowing that those pleasures were yet to come.

I looked over his shoulder and back up to the shower fitting. The small, black-glass plate reflected the lights from the ceiling. Behind the glass the tiny red light was still showing. And I knew that I had it all on tape.

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So I walk in and quickly go about my business, and I hear the sound of him peeing.  There’s a mirror positioned just right so I can see him peeing, and he can look to his left and see me changing.  

I’m down to my boxers now, and I can’t help but notice that he’s finished up and is still standing there, cock in hand.    I kind of pause, fixated on him, curious I guess.   He’s glancing right, and sees that I’m looking.   He begins to slowly stroke himself toward an erection.   Immediately, I’m hard too, and I know that he knows.   I stand there, awkwardly, bulging my 7 inches, watching him stroke his 8 inches.  He is looking in the mirror at me.  I swallow.   He says “C’mon over here and join me if you want.”  

I don’t speak, but I step over toward him and take down my boxers and stand right next to him at the toilet, stroking too.  We stand there, jerking off and watching each other, for a few moments.   Then he says “Let me show you a few things that are even better.”   I say “OK”.   He gets down on his knees and pops my cock in his mouth.    Ohhh.   I’d never felt anything like it.  I’d heard about it, but I never imagined it would be like this.

He was a pro.  He would take me right to the edge, and then slow down just enough that I didn’t cum.   It went on for what seemed like forever.   Even when I did come, he somehow slowed the pace and made it take forever, and I came slowly, in waves.  All my own work jacking off had never produced anything like this.  

Finally I had no more in me.   My legs were shaking, and I thought I would collapse.   He kind of propped me up against a wall to keep me from collapsing.   “First time, huh?”  “Yeah,” I answered.   He said “Isn’t it great?”   “Oh yeah!”

He said “I saw you had out of state plates.  How long you in town for?”  I said “I’m heading up to Virginia Beach for a wedding, but I’ll be passing through here Saturday night late.”

He said “Saturday night late.   You’ll probably need to change clothes again, right?”

I said “Oh yeah.   Can you meet me here and…help out?”

He smiled and said “See you then.”

We had been swimming for about ten minutes when he started to wrestle with me in the water. It was not like he was trying to dominate me because he is sort of athletic at all. Instead it was playful and when I didn’t act put off he got more bold. Eventually he worked his way behind me and reached around me to gently grasp my cock through my bathing suit. I was a bit stunned by what he did but I didn’t pull away. He began to fondle me and reached inside my suit. I was extremely excited as he could tell by the stiffness in his hand. He asked if I wanted to go to the house or play around in the water. I surprised myself again when I suggested the house.

When we got inside we quickly shed our suits and I was impressed by the size of his cock. Mine was about six inches long but he was easily eight if not more. I have seen many a cock since that day, mostly watching porno, and whether because it was the first hard cock I saw in real life besides my own or some other reason it remains the most beautiful one I have ever seen. I write this story some 25 years after it occurred and I still have a vivid image. His pubic hair was closely trimmed except for his ball sack which was shaved. It may have been an optical illusion created by the fact that they were shaved but his balls looked huge. As I stood there watching him stroke his already hard cock it was like I was paralyzed. I couldn’t move, didn’t know what to do. My inability to act wasn’t a problem however because David soon walked over to me and started to stroke my cock for me. When he touched me it sent tingles throughout my body and I almost fell to the floor. Seeing my weakened state he directed me to lay on the floor.

As inexperienced and nervous as I was, he was the opposite. It was obvious he had done this before with someone else. Instead of upsetting me that I was just another cock to conquer it turned me on more. I wanted to learn whatever he wanted to teach. As these thoughts went through my mind he lowered his mouth on my cock and began to gently suck me. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Any doubts I had about the unfolding of events quickly flew from my mind as I laid back and enjoyed my first blowjob. As a note, I do not consider myself bisexual or gay but I still get turned on by these memories. Since that day I have only had one other blowjob from a man and many from various women. David was as good as any I have ever gotten. Mainly because he truly enjoyed sucking cock but I am sure that he did to me what he liked done to him. As he took my cock in and out of his mouth he started to use a hand as well. The combination of his hand and mouth working together soon had me ready to shoot my load. He could feel the approach of my orgasm and as I started to cum he slipped a finger into my asshole. In a split second I went from startled to enjoying the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I had masturbated plenty of times and thought an orgasm was an orgasm. Boy was I wrong. David was either an expert or extremely lucky that his finger found what I assume now was my prostate. I thought my orgasm would never stop as he continued to suck me until the last spasm of my cock. As I started to tell him how great he made me feel he crawled up from my legs and kissed me. I instinctively kissed him back and as he opened his mouth during the kiss I did the same and he treated me with a mouthful of my own cum. I wanted to be grossed out by what was happening but instead I could already feel my cock twitch as it began to grow erect. I loved the taste of my cum. This had to be his plan to get me to taste my own cum so I wouldn’t be immediately turned off by the idea of having another boy’s cum in my mouth. When he saw my reaction I could tell it turned him on even more than knowing he was my first sexual experience.

As good as he made me feel I wanted to do the same for him so I pushed him onto his back and proceeded to do what he did to me. As I took his cock into my mouth for the first time my own cock became like a rock. The feel of him in my mouth was and still is unique. I enjoyed the smoothness of it and marveled at its size. I played with his balls mainly because I wanted to feel them because he had no hair there. As a note I went home that evening and the first thing I did was shave my balls and I have never let the hair grow back. Anyway, here I am with a cock in my mouth and I started doing the same things to him that he did to me.  I took as much of him as I could in my mouth and stroked his shaft with one hand while playing with his balls in the other. I couldn’t believe how much I liked giving him a blow job. I am not sure how long I did this before he started to move his hips like he was fucking my mouth, this too got me even more excited. My own cock was so hard now it was almost painful. Anyway, he started to moan and thrust his cock more into my mouth and a few times I thought I would gag. Then I felt his orgasm start and instead of trying to keep him from cumming in my mouth I actually started to moan and suck harder. He gave a big sigh and I felt his cock start to spasm in my mouth and a huge load of cum erupted from his balls. I tried my best but couldn’t swallow it all. It dribbled out of my mouth and onto his balls and ass. As his orgasm subsided he lay back and told me how wonderful his orgasm was. As I listened to him I began to clean his cum from his balls and even licked around his ass. I couldn’t believe what I was doing but I loved the taste of his cum more than I liked the taste of my own. Our afternoon didn’t end here, would you like to hear the rest?

Three weeks went by, and we started talking as if we where best friends, his name was David, and he had one child and was divorced. We exchanged pictures, and watched each other do things on web-cam. He said I looked very pretty dressed as a girl, and he suggested that we meet up. As my Mum was away almost all the time, she wouldn’t notice if a man was staying in my room, so I accepted and I gave my address to David. We arranged for him to come around my house on the 16^th of July, which happened to be a Friday.

The day came round quicker than what I expected it too, and at half 2 in the afternoon there was knock at the door. I opened the door, and David stood there. He was just as handsome and sexy as he was on his picture. He stood at about 6’3” tall, and was broad shouldered and slightly tanned. He smiled, and I noticed a full set of pearly white teeth. His blue eyes twinkled in the sunlight and his brown hair fell elegantly below his left eye.

“How lucky am I?” I thought.

I had managed to get a man interested in me who was much better looking than any I had ever seen. I quickly invited him in and sat down. I told him I’d be right back, and I sprinted up stairs and dressed into a French maid outfit I had found in my mothers draw, I purposely left my underwear off, and I ran back down the stairs. I entered the living room to find David sitting on the chair, fully naked.

“Mike, I’d like you to give me a lap dance.” He demanded with his smooth, manly voice.

I turned on the hi-fi and put a slow song on, and started to dance like the many women had in the porn videos I had seen on the internet. I moved closer and closer, I kneeled down and placed my hand on his muscular, hard thighs. He could see my small hard cock, and he grabbed his and started to massage it. I moved his hands away, and slowly started to lick the tip of his penis. Steadily I began moving my mouth around the edges of his long hard member, and I then began to move my head forward as if swallowing his dick. I sucked for several minutes, his hands massaged the back of my head and I felt a sudden warmth in my mouth. He had cum, I tried my best to swallow all of his cum, and then he put on a condom and pulled me up.

“Mike sit on my lap.” He ordered once again.

I stood up, and put a leg on either side of him, he put a hand on each of my ass cheeks and I slowly began to nudge myself forward, I felt his dick enter my tiny hole, and I moaned. It hurt to start with, but after several seconds the pain subsided and was replaced by pleasure. I moved up, and down moaning and groaning like the little girl I wanted to be. We ended up on my mother’s bed, him pumping me hard and fast. He was lying on top and me on the bottom, my legs wrapped around him tightly.

“Yes, whoa, mike, you sure this is your first time with a guy?” He whispered in my ear while pumping my ass.

“Yes, it is my first time” I replied. “Call me Michelle from now on please.”

“Only if you call me Daddy.” He said.

Part II Coming soon…

Max had always been my friend, but I've never seen his dick before. It was a nice cock. Very fat and about five inches long with out an erection. "8, 9, 10, 11," Max was saying as he did his push-ups. I don't know what came over me but I reached in his shorts and boxers and grabbed his dick.

He stopped doing push-ups and rolled onto his butt, sitting on the floor. Max said, "what are you doing, John???" I said, "I don't know Max, I saw your dick while you did the push-ups and I don't know what came over me, I just grabbed." He said, well you could've just asked." He stood up and pulled down his shorts and boxers. It was such a nice dick. He had short thick pubes all around it. I don't know why but he took off his shirt too and was now completely naked. I immediately took off all my clothes, revealing my 6 inch boner I had just gotten. I knelt in front of him and began to suck his cock. It was so warm inside my mouth.

I grabbed his ass as I did this. I then started sucking on his balls and then sliding my mouth up his shaft to the top and then kept sucking on it. I grabbed his dick with my right hand and sucked as I jacked him off. Max started to moan a little. Then I told him to lay down, and he did. I spread his legs and inserted my dick into his ass. I started pumping slowly.

As i fucked him I grabbed his dick and jacked it off slowly. We were both moaning now and it felt so good. I started to fuck him harder and faster and I jerked him off faster too. I felt an amazing orgasm coming and I kept fucking. He started to moan loudly and so did I. Jiz started flowing out of his cock all over my hand. At the same time I exploded in his ass as an incredible orgasm happened. I pulled my dick out and layed next to him. He got up and put his clothes on, so I did also. We didn't say a word as we walked and grabbed our things from the locker room and headed upstairs.

We signed out and got on our bikes. Before we began biking in opposite directions to go home he said, "well, John, I wasn't expecting that, but I enjoyed it very much. I'll see you at the same time tomorrow," and he winked as he started biking away.

 'Mum,as I've been nice to you by stopping,will you do me a really big favour' "Go on,like what?its not something rude is it!" 'No not really,well no more than what we've been on about' "Say then,go on,out with it" 'W-E-L-L,as you saw my C-O-C-K  hard that is,would you show me your pussy,I promise not to touch it or anything if that worries you' Without a word,mum looking at the ceiling,obviously not daring to look at me looking,as she pulled her dress up to her belly and with thighs parted,pulled her knickers to one side.

 My cock jerked in my pants and I adjusted it as it hardened. There it was,my mothers pussy,well part of it. 'Mum,why are you keeping your fingers over the top part?' Blushing profoundly,but still silent. Her fingers parted in a vee. A hard protrusion glistened between them like a shiny wet hard bean with a wet piece if skin lifted back above it like a little hood. In a whisper now, "I was trying to hide it,that hard bit is my clitoris peeping out from its hood" She touched the soft tissue shaped like a hood. 'Why? is it sore,its ever so inflamed' "No! No! its about earlier" She pressed her lips open, "See,see how wet and slippery I am,that's because I was going to let you" - My cock was beating a tattoo against my belly. 'And mine mum,its pulsing and throbbing against my belly' "My clitoris is hard like a little cock,it does that like yours does"

 'Its because mine wants yours,does yours want mine as well?' "mmm" 'Can we then,you know' I went for broke, 'Will you let me?' Eyes still wide open and looking straight to the ceiling still. "mmm" I moved towards her and leant onto her legs and belly,her eyes closed and I felt her let go her knicker leg and reach for my trouser zip. Expertly she fumbled and pulled my rampant hardon out into her thigh area. I following her lead,pulled at her knickers and got them really over to one side. God,I'm going to cum,I know I will before I can put it in. But no,as her warm pussy lips touched my penis I felt it slide oh! so smoothly inside her. The sensation was electric. "Gently,do me gently" on saying this I felt mum start playing with her clitoris,in seconds,she grabbed at my ass and we thrust mutually at each other.

 "C-U-M-M-I-N-G! You're making me C-U-M-M" She gasped as I exploded into her. "Your CUM,its in me" I was on another planet as we pumped at each other and still I felt surge after surge pump up mum's quim. "Phew! We shouldn't have,you know that" I nodded. With my cock still deep in her,she gripped hold of me and almost crushed my ribs so I couldn't breath properly. "That bum thing! another time eh? If he does it to you tonight,wait till after he's gone to sleep and come into my room and I'll let you do it to me.Don't worry about his KY. I've got some" She giggled as I stood off from her and my still rock hard cock wetly pointed at her. Playfully putting her hands up like in a cowboy film. "Yes oh great throbbing one,I'm yours to do to me as you wish" adding, "I mean that,my bellies tingling like mad because of our illicit sex"

 'Mum,you've forgot about dad being with you' "No I haven't,he's off on a man thing with his mates,I wish Brian was as well,but he said nothing. I hope he takes the bike off somewhere, But I'm a bit fearful, - shocking me with this crude statement, its my meat he's got planned for his manly spit after last night" I must admit after my previous experience and with a promise of fulfilment with mum,I was relishing the chance of my brother un-beknown to him making all things possible for me with mum.

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 As evening became night,I heard Brian,yes the bike was with him and they stayed by the door,just inside in fact. All was hushed tones,then my bedroom door quietly opened,it was mum. In a whisper, "He's trying to do her against the hallway wall. I jumped out of bed and it wasn't lost on mum that not only did I have a hardon up to my chin,it was showing,that is the KY. I'd already applied in my eagerness to put Brian to bed so to speak and allow myself all night for mum. "He may not want you now" she smiled whimsically" Then with a dirty wicked smirk she opened her gown and pressed forward at my hardon with her belly,no contact just plain torment.

 She was going and we could hear the bike working at our Brian's cock,the grunts became fragmatic then with his usual burst of energy the sound very clearly told us he's spilled his seed in the bike and in turn she'd orgasmed rather loudly over his cock. "Fuck woman,that's all over my trousers" - "Do we go up now?" "No,tomorrow,I'll get mum to sort somewhere for our kid to sleep, then you wont be bothered about what I wanted,but said you wouldn't in case he watched,alright?" "Yeah,if you say so,we could now though,I wouldn't mind if he woke up while we were at it,although its very kinky mind"

 My reaction was. Go home you bitch,I'm not interested in your kinky stuff,I'm on a mission to mum. Just fuck off will you! Surprisingly as Brian passed mum's room, "goodnight mum" and it even sounded as though he meant it. In he came,off came his clothes. He pulled at his foreskin. As it rolled back it showed every sign of the bikes juice that he'd said about going on his clothes. 'She was sweet tonight then?' "You heard her cumming did you,I bet it made you horny,lets see,got a hardon have you,want me to let you have a go on her,you horny little toad" I blatantly pulled enough clothes away to let him see my hardon,then turned away and pulling my ass cheeks apart to show the KY.

 I said, 'Want some,you letting me hear her getting it got me horny yes,in fact I was jealous,she'd drain you out and I couldn't get last night repeated' It worked, "Don't ever fear little virgin ass brother,there's lots more where that came from" I then got a repeat performance of the night before except I didn't get bit on the knob. But he was so intense because I gave the impression I needed more of his cock,that he failed to notice mum open the door just a tiny bit as he grunted his sperm into my bowel. She hung there not blinking as he tried to wank me stupid but with the heat of his cock in my ass it just hung flacid. It was of no consequence as just as mum said,he like dad was only interested in getting his orgasm.

 With sperm in and over my ass,he slunk over to his own bed and was asleep in moments. I gave it ten minutes or so,then as intended I crept over to mum's room. In a whisper, "Did you hear what he said to the bike,he's going to try and talk me into letting you stay in this room to give them a free hand" Quietly she giggled,"just watch me play hardball with that" She turned, "see" Her ass crack was covered in jel' "Had to start without you,I couldn't get over how such a tiny little asshole could open for a cock his size" Now on her back, "Have a little play with what I showed you this morning" another giggle, "You made me feel like a little girl showing it down the lane to the kids, - adding, I used to make them give me 5p to look and 10p to touch"

 'Did a man give you a pound?' "No,I was only ten then" 'Well?' She slapped my naked ass,thwack! thwack! 'Shhh! "Well that's dirty,tickle me for fucks sake before I decide to stop you doing it and anyway,after its in I want you to try and roll me onto my belly,I still think I'd prefer it like that but we'll start spoon like okay" I had little trouble with fucking mum in her ass,as soon as I got my helmet past her sphincter she took over and thrust at my length until I was completely up inside her rectum. As I got near to cumming mum said "Its making my pussy cum,push me onto my belly"

 I came hard and fast until I could cum no more. The feeling of my pubic bone against my mum's soft ass cheeks was like a water bed. Still deep inside her I started to rock gently on her bum's softness, "You're making me cum again,she forced her hand under her belly and down to her clit,I could feel her,she was masterbating as I pumped until with little short gasps she orgasmed and clenched and opened her ass cheeks making me shoot as only a young cock can,jet after jet pumped from me until my orgasm was verging on pain. We lay entwined for over a half hour.

 "Off" I did and she rolled onto her back, "See,that was all so lovely,kneel over me,in so doing,I jumped as she pulled my foreskin back and wiped my cock with some wet cool tissue. "I want you to do some more of what we done this morning,No knickers now,see" Of course I knew she was naked but the fun of remembering I'd had it up her knicker leg made my cock surge to a solid ramrod, "Now,fuck me now" I gently pushed as she sucked air into her heaving lungs, "God this is what I have so wanted over the years,gentle loving sex" We kissed,I mean a real kiss,sexual as you like,before that kiss ended our orgasm's mingled as did our juices. I rolled from mum completely satisfied, "You satisfied me more than I've ever had in my life,I want you to stay and sleep here,but we may not wake in time,go back in now and tomorrow,we get to do it all night"

 I crept back to my room and slept the sleep of a god. The god of sex I suppose it was"!

 All for now,bye.

Jerry stroked his cock a littler faster, moaning things like, ‘Fuck her…fuck her in the ass… suck his big cock while he fucks you…’ He turned his head to me and said, ‘god, can you imagine how that feels? One big cock in her ass, another in her mouth?’ We were both pretty close to coming when Jerry looked at me again, his eyes half closed, and softly said, “MMmmm, that’s what I want. I want to feel what she feels. Ohhhhh, I want to suck a cock so bad. Give me your cock, Max. Come in my mouth.” Barely thinking, I stood and moved my cock to his lips. He watched my cock as it moved closer, my hand stroking. A fraction of an inch from his mouth his tongue snaked out to lick the pre-cum from the tip. I placed my hand on the back of his head and pushed my cock into his warm, moist mouth. The feeling was more than I could take and after 3 or 4 strokes into his mouth my body tensed as my orgasm hit. “Jerry…JERRRRRYYY….. I’M GONNA COME” I pulled his head into my hips, pushing my cock into his mouth. I felt his body tense. Come raced up my young cock, “AHHHHHHHH” filling his mouth. “MMMMMMMmmmmmm” he groaned as I pumped my load into him. Jerry came, his hot sperm landing on my back running down in between my ass cheeks. I pulled my dick from his mouth and he looked up at me, opened his mouth to show me and then swallowed. “MMMmmmm. That tastes goooood.” He had moved his hands to my ass, separating my cheeks, letting his come run onto my asshole. “Turn around, let me lick my come off you.” I turned and his mouth started at the middle of my back, moving down, sucking in his come as he went. Jerry reached the top of my butt and almost involuntarily I leaned over as he spread my ass cheeks, his tongue getting closer to my anus, what was left of his load trailing onto the back of my scrotum. Jerry moved his hand to my sack, pulling it back, his lips sucking first one ball, than the other into his mouth. His tongue moved up, tasting the come that was left on my asshole, licking, pushing, probing I relaxed and his tongue entered me, my hand on my cock, stroking. Jerry’s face was buried in my ass, tongue fucking me, “I’m going to come again.” He reached around, removed my hand from my cock and continued to fuck my ass with his tongue. He stopped, turned me around, looked up at me and said, “Fuck my face…Fuck my face with your cock!” I pushed my cock into his waiting mouth, placed my hands on the back of his head and started to fuck his mouth, my hips banging into his nose, each time I pulled back his mouth acting as a suction, coaxing me ever closer to the inevitable, his hands on my ass pulling me in, closer, closer, my orgasm just moments away. Jerry moved one hand to my saliva slick asshole, pushing his finger into me. ‘Deeper’ I thought as he pushed.

“Deeper..Push it deeper into me, “I groan, and as he does my ass started to contract around it.

“I’m coming…JEEEERRRRY.” I pushed my cock into his mouth, and came. “AAAAHHHHHHHH…. SUUUUCK MEEEE!!!” My hips jerked into his face. Jerry pulled his finger from my ass, as another stream of come went into his mouth.

As I pulled my cock out of Jerry’s mouth I looked down at him, he up at me and smiled. I dropped to my knees, embracing him in a hug, my lips meeting his, his tongue pushing into my mouth, tasting for the first time, my own come.

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Over the next few years Jerry and I became closer, almost as if we were a couple. I took a few girls out, but found I would rather be with Jerry and stopped taking girls out all together. We would go out and more often than not ended up in a secluded spot and neck, making out as if we were a guy and girl rather than two guys. Jerry enjoyed being the submissive side of the relationship. He had started wearing girls panties for our dates and I thought of him as if he were my girlfriend, sucking his flat breasts, sucking his small cock as if it were an overgrown clit, licking his ass as if it were a pussy, bringing him to orgasm, his sweet juice filling my mouth. Jerry loved sucking me, his favorite position was 69. We would spend the night together when his parents were away. He would dress in teddys, baby dolls, garters and thongs, wearing just a bit of make-up, curling his now shoulder length blond hair, his 5’7” body looking every part a girl except for his flat chest. At 18 I was 6’ 2”, 190 lbs. My cock had grown from the modest 5 inches to 9 inches long and 6 inches around when erect. Jerry stayed at 5’7”. His cock never got much bigger, about 4 ½ inches. He became accustomed to my size and was able to take all of me into his throat.

I wanted to fuck him, but he would not let me, being coy, telling to wait until the time was right.

He commented once that my dick was big enough that I could probably suck it myself if I tried. We were in his bedroom and I said, “Why not, let’s give it a try.” He got between my legs and took my cock into his mouth getting me hard. Putting his hands behind my knees he helped me roll my legs over my head, my cock just an inch from my mouth. Pushing harder the tip of my cock slipped between my lips. I clasped my hands behind my head, pulled and another two inches went in. My head was swimming with the thought that I was sucking my own cock. I swirled my tongue around the head. Jerry pushed on my legs, I pulled back and forth on my head in some sort of contorted sit-up. My legs were spread wide, my ass exposed, Jerry’s cock sliding along my anus. The feeling was sensational. He moved his cock away from my ass and replaced it with his mouth. Using his spit to lubricate me, he drove his tongue into me. I could only moan approval, my mouth filled with 3 inches of my own throbbing meat. I was close to coming. My ass contracted once and Jerry moved his mouth away from my ass, replacing it once again with his cock. One hand move away from my leg and I saw him spit into his palm, his eyes locked on mine as he rubbed his dick. His slick cock slid back and forth across my ass. “Suck your cock…SUCK IT. COME IN YOUR MOUTH…TASTE YOUR COME!” I felt my orgasm rise, my come pushing it’s way through my cock into my mouth, my ass contracting. “COME FOR MEE…COME IN YOUR OWN MOUTH…EAT IT..EAT YOUR OWN COME.” His body tensed, “I’m COMMMING….I’m COOOOOMING” As my come filled my mouth I felt Jerry place the tip of his dick against my ass, his cock pulsed once covering my asshole with come, again and again his cock spat his hot seed onto my ass, his come running across my balls and down my cock. As it reached my lips I parted them and was treated with the taste of Jerry’s sperm. ‘MMMmmmm we tasted gooood!’

Our orgasms subsided and Jerry released my legs, my cock popping from my mouth, my legs dropping to the bed and Jerry collapsing into my arms, our lips meeting, kissing, tongues fighting, tasting the last remnants of my come. Breathing into my ear, slowly stroking me Jerry said, “Max, my sweet Max, next time we are together I want you to make love to me. I have wanted you since the first time we were together. I want you inside me. I want your big cock in my pussy, filling me, coming inside me.” I kissed him/her and left, my mind spinning.

            ‘Well that was a waste of time and fucking money,’ I said to myself as I tried to stifle a yawn.

It started to dawn on me that I probably wouldn’t make it home without having some sort of accident after all, it was getting near impossible to fight off sleep. I was approaching a place called ‘Cider Woods’, a pick nick and parking area set back from the road and hidden among trees and decided to stop there for a sleep. Once recovered I would carry on home. It seemed like a good plan at the time.

It was a hot, August night. The air was still and thick with heat and, once the air conditioning went off in the car I started to sweat uncomfortably. There had been no other cars in the car park, it was well after midnight and I had parked up in the most secluded part so I judged it o.k. to strip off, put the diver’s seat right back and lie down. I was still up tight at not finding trade and still needed to jerk off before I could properly settle down. I turned on the interior light, took one of my one-hander story books from the glove compartment, and had a read.

I’m a top, always heave been, I have never had anyone touch my arse apart from the occasional rimming, and I like reading stories about other tops. How they give those smooth young bottoms something to scream about as they pound their asses with their huge hairy meat. I’d only read a few pages before I spurted over my stomach and chest. That really finished me off. I chucked the book on the passenger seat with my clothes, flicked off the light and more or less passed out.

I don’t know exactly how much time had passed, but I was suddenly woken by a sharp tapping on the window. It took me a moment of grogginess to realise where I was and that a torch was being shone through the glass and into my face. And then I heard a deep, growling voice that made my blood freeze.

            ‘What do you think you’re doing?’

I shielded the light from my eyes enough to see the face. A slightly overweight police officer with a thick moustache and a sarcastic grin on his face was looking into the car and searching around it with his flashlight.

            ‘Oh, hi..’ I stammered as I sat bolt upright, trying to adjust the car seat. ‘I stopped because I was tired. It was dangerous for me to drive on…’

            ‘Is that so?’ the policeman’s gaze returned to my face before slowly travelling down my body, following the trail made by his flashlight.

I remembered that I was naked, swore and made a grab for my clothes.

            ‘Don’t touch anything and get out of the car.’ His voice had lost its sarcastic edge, now it was full of menace and he was opening my door.

            ‘But I’m naked…’ I tried to say. I was embarrassed and starting to get worried.

            ‘Just get out of the car now,’ he ordered. ‘And leave those clothes where they are.

A strong hand landed on my shoulder and started to tug me from safety. I climbed out, trying to cover my modesty with my hands, and stood there looking at my feet. I remember thinking ‘it’s cooler outside than in the car,’ before my scrambled thoughts were interrupted.

            ‘Hands down by your sides,’ the policeman barked.

            I nervously moved them as he told me to. I felt a slight breeze brush against my balls which tingled and shrank right up.

            ‘Well now,’ he said grabbing me abruptly by my hair. ‘What do we have here?’ He pushed my head back to stare straight into my face. ‘What have you been up to lying there naked? And with… what’s that? A queer porn mag lying open on the seat next to you. You some kind of pervert?’

            ‘No,’ I protested. ‘I undressed because it was so hot, I told you I had to stop or else I’d have had an accident.’

His expression did not change and my confidence waned.

‘I’d been out at a bar and… well, I wanted to… That is…’

He smirked, his moustache rose slightly on one side and he turned his head.

            ‘Hey Mike,’ he called back into the night. ‘Looks like we’ve found us some kind of pervert.’

It was then that I realised that there was more than one of them. I saw a figure walk across the headlight beam of the police car and approach. He was slightly younger than the officer who still held me by the head and was more muscular, better built. When he came close enough I could see a face sneering from behind a dark beard.

            ‘Fucking pervert,’ he spat as he looked first at me and then at the older cop. ‘What you gunna do with him sir?’

I was starting to get scared now and tried to say something in protest at the way they were treating me.

            ‘Shut up and speak only when told to, scumbag,’ the older officer clipped my ear. ‘I reckon we should check him over and make sure he’s not hiding anything. Get over here.’

His powerful fingers twisted the hair at the back of my neck as he pushed me around towards the back of the car. I was shoved hard and nearly stumbled but he gripped me like a vice and pointed me to face the boot of the car.

            ‘Now bend over that boy, I want to see if you’re hiding anything…up there,’ he pushed me roughly down.

            ‘You can’t do this…’ I tried to resist but he was too strong and bent me over.

            ‘Say one more word boy and I’ll make you very sorry,’ he hissed sharply.

He pressed my face side on to the metal of the boot, held me there and shouted, ‘Mike, check what’s in the car and bring it out. All of it.’

I knew what was in there and I knew that them finding it wouldn’t do me any favours. I tried one more time to speak.

            ‘Look…’

            Smack! A sharp slash of pain stopped me dead. And then another. Smack. He had spanked my arse so hard I nearly had the wind knocked out of me.

            ‘I told you not to speak didn’t I? You piece of shit.’

Another three, really hard hits brought tears to my eyes. I heard the sound of the slaps echo into the deserted black woods around me. I was totally helpless. And my arse was stinging like mad. Abruptly he stopped and said, ‘that’s just for starters. Do as you’re told and it might turn out fine. Time to look up that arse of yours and see what you’re hiding.’

Oh God, no! I thought. Nobody had ever been there, I’d never allowed it. I was a top, always, I’d never let anyone get that kind of power over me.

            ‘Stay in that position and don’t move lad,’ he ordered.

I felt him squat down behind me and his rough hands started to part the cheeks of my smacked arse. Parted them so far I thought I would split.

Suddenly I heard a thud and the rattle of metal hitting the ground just behind me.

            ‘You were right sir,’ the other cop said. ‘He is a pervert, a fucking queer. Look at all this stuff.’

The one in charge must have looked at what had been tipped from my bag, my ‘overnight gear’, but he kept my cheeks spread as far apart from each other as was possible as he said, ‘holly shit! You are one sick mother…’ Then he paused before saying, ‘mind you, some of this might come in handy.’

What was he on about? I knew what had been in the bag, I knew what hey were looking at, and I knew the kind of things I did with it, on my subs. I was nervous, I lost control and farted.

            ‘You dirty bastard,’ the older cop shouted.

He stood up quickly, put one hand on the middle of my back and slapped at my right arse cheek with his other. Smack. Smack. Smack. And then he changed hands and attacked the other side. Smack. Smack. Smack.

‘Do you think you’re clever? I’ll teach you not to be clever with me,’ he grunted with the rhythm of his smacking.

My arse felt red raw and with every slap my groin was pushed into the hard steel of the back of the car. Even though I was scared shitless my dick seemed to have a will of its own. It grew harder with every smack.

After several minutes of constant spanking the policeman finally said, ‘that’s enough for now.’ He was hardly out of breath. ‘Have you learned your lesson boy?’

‘Yes sir,’ I gasped back weakly.

‘Good lad. That’s what I like to hear.’ He ran the palm of his hand over my hot, swollen arse. ‘Mike, pass me that Hot Lube.’

My mind started to race again. What was he going to do now? I didn’t have time to think further, he answered for me buy pulling my left arse cheek painfully to one side.

            ‘Like I said I’m going to see if you got anything hidden up inside that smooth skinned arse of yours. I’ve put this cream on my fingers and I’m gunna inspect you now. Don’t move. Mike, you keep these rosy cheeks apart for me so I can get a proper look.’

            ‘Sure thing sir. Don’t mind if I do.’

I felt ‘Mike’ put his solid hands on my arse and spread my cheeks open. I couldn’t believe what was happening. And I couldn’t believe that my cock, now fully stiff, was starting to leak.

The older policeman put his finger straight on my hole and started spreading the lube around the rim. He was unexpectedly gentle, in contrast to the rough spanking he’d just dealt me and this caught me off guard. I let out a small moan of pleasure. Before the sting of the hot lube started to take effect and my hole clamped shut against the pain.

But then his finger was pressing against that puckered entrance, the gel allowing him to force his finger tip just inside. Then he started to rotate it.

All of a sudden I realised that I was actually enjoying this. As long as they didn’t tell me to turn around and display the erection I was trying to hide from them. I knew that would mean real trouble. The fingertip was removed quickly and my sphincter felt looser than it had before.  

            ‘Hey Mike,’ he was saying, ‘get your head closer and have a good look at this.’

There was the sound of feet scuffling into another position and then, without warning, the finger was shoved back in. This time it felt like he’d jabbed me with all of it, I gritted my teeth and drew in a sharp breath. Once again the finger was rotated for a few seconds and then he started to pull it out. Before it was fully out though he slid it back in; making me wince. I felt it search around inside me. I felt the two cops so close behind me that their breath was hot against my glowing flesh. Out came the finger, nearly all the way, and then right back in again, a little further each time. I was aware of whispering behind me, I wondered what they were saying.

And then, without warning, two fingers were shoved deep inside me. The pain shot through me and I cried out. My protest was met by a few more slaps. This time, I guessed from Mike, they were harder, his hands were larger.

            ‘For good measure,’ I heard him say and my cock dribbled more precum.

            ‘Can’t seem to feel anything there,’ the one in charge said and I started to relax, thinking that this would soon be over. ‘Guess we’ll just have to look deeper.’

Deeper! What the fuck did he mean?

           

            ‘Stand up boy,’ the policeman ordered. He grabbed me by the hair again and pulled me up straight, turned me around.

My face felt as red hot as my arse as my hard on swung around and into view.

            ‘Jesus sir,’ I heard Mike say as he grabbed me by the shoulders. I had closed my eyes against my embarrassment. ‘Look at this, he’s been enjoying himself!’

            ‘Well, we can put a stop to that,’ the other one grunted. ‘We’ll take him in there, to the clearing behind those trees. We’ll finish the inspection there. You,’ he barked at me, ‘pick up this stuff and carry it.’

With that, Mike released me and kicked at the bag at my feet. I opened my eyes but did not dare look at the two of them. I quickly picked up my bag of gear before being shoved towards the blackness of the woods ahead.

            ‘That arse is really red raw,’ I heard the older guy whisper into my ear as we walked. ‘You enjoying this boy?’

            ‘Yes…no. No, I’m not….sorry…I…’ I was both excited and scared. ‘I’m confused.’

            ‘Good. You’ll be even more confused before long. Stand still.’

From what I could make out in the dim light of approaching dawn we had reached a small clearing in the woods. Not far from the car park and the silent road. A semi circle of trees stood around like voyeurs in a back room, shadows waited between their trunks and nothing moved in the stillness behind them.

            ‘Get on your knees and put your hands on the ground,’ I was ordered. ‘I have to finish my inspection.’

I dropped the bag and did as I was instructed.

            ‘What now sir?’ I heard Mike ask and there was an enthusiasm to his voice that I hadn’t noticed before.

            ‘I want you to inspect him this time,’ his boss directed. ‘I’ll keep those cute cheeks apart. You, spread your legs wider lad.’

I moved them slightly, pine needles and twigs sticking into my knees. A boot kicked against my ankle, there was the sound of quick movement and he shouted, ‘wider!’

A palm, feeling like a wooden paddle, landed hard against the centre of my crack, slapping hot air and flesh against my stinging kin. ‘Wider!’ Another slap right on the centre brought a dull numbness to my open hole. And then the numbness went and the soreness returned. I did as I was told straight away. I was trying to figure out what was happening, why I was enjoying this treatment and I was wondering what they were going to do to me next.

Then I felt hands spreading my cheeks wide open again and felt the night air rush around, trying to cool me down. But it did not stay there long. A thick finger started to invade my hole, this time the probing was more amateurish, compared to the boss’ treatment. Mike was rougher, quicker, not as sensitive. This time he shoved in right up to the hilt and I felt more pain than I had experienced before. I thought I would pass out; my breath was taken from me.

The finger rested for a second and then started to move; left then to the right and then in circles. And the pain started to go away as he slowly withdrew, opening me up more with his knuckles. I’d never felt anything like it in my life. Suddenly I didn’t want it to stop. My cock was rock solid and painfully swollen and my head was light and spinning.

Mike pushed in again with such force that my face was forced to the ground and another moan escaped from my dry mouth.

All at once the older policeman let go of my cheeks and moved around in front of me. He jerked my head up from the floor and made me look at him.

            ‘You enjoying having that finger up your arse then, eh? Are you getting off on it?’

            ‘I…’

            ‘Eh? Do you want more boy?’

I didn’t have time to answer as he ignored me and looked up to his deputy. ‘I think you should try using that on him,’ he was indicating something out of my sight and leaned away to reach for it. He turned back to face me again. ‘Let’s see if you still enjoy it, with this,’ he said and held up my own thick, black dildo before shuffling around behind me.

I knew I was in trouble. A finger hurt badly enough, I knew I would not be able to cope with a thing that size. I used it on my trade, I forced it into them, other people liked having that shoved in their insides. Not me.

Mike’s finger pulled out with a popping sound and I grunted at the sudden release. The next thing I knew I could feel the slippery, rubber end of the dildo sliding up and down my crack. I held my breath, screwed up my eyes and felt the deputy slowly start to push it in.

I wanted to scream the forest down. The pain was almost too much to tolerate and I felt as if my arse was going to split wide open. Mike started to apply a bit more pressure and another inch was forced in. Then he withdrew it a little and I breathed again. But then a quick shove, a searing hot pain and I realised that, so far, only the head had gone in. My hole clamped up around the rim of the rubber cock-head like it was trying to grip it, to stop it going further. But to no avail. I was in fucking agony as the thing was slid in another merciless inch.

And yet, at the same time, my cock was ready to explode. I’d never felt pleasure and pain like this before. Never felt the two things so perfectly opposed. I didn’t know if I could stand this without passing out but I did know that now I didn’t want it to stop.

I could feel Mike’s fingers scraping against my raw arse cheeks and realised that the dildo was all the way in. My breathing calmed as he rested there, letting me recover, and slowly the pain subsided. I adjusted, I relaxed and then all I felt was pure ecstasy.

And then the rhythm started. Slowly at first. Mike gently pulled the dildo back, I felt its wide rim pull at the inside of my sphincter, it relaxed and the rubber rod was free. Then he pushed it slowly back inside and this time my muscle let it in without resistance. I felt the shaft get swallowed as six inches of pleasure made itself at home, slowly, gently, smoothly. His fist met with my glowing flesh pushing my whole body forward, and he twisted the thing, scraping his knuckles against me before pulling it back out again.

His rhythm quickened, sliding it into me, twisting it, pulling it out. In again, his fist against my skin, I could feel the material of his uniform brush against my legs and I could feel his weight as he sat across one of my legs. And this time when he pulled it back out something remained. His other hand cupped my balls and began to play with them. He clenched his fist around them, unclenched, squeezed again.

            ‘I can’t believe how excited he is sir,’ I heard him say. ‘He’s really enjoying this.’

With that he slid his hand up the shaft of my rock hard cock and held it, one of his fingers exploring the precum that moistened the swollen head. That was almost enough to send me over the edge there and then but then I heard him say, ‘God, he’s leaking cum all over the place,’ as he slid the dildo back inside me.

            ‘Let’s see if he likes this then.’ The older cop had reappeared in front of me. He knelt down, grabbed my head and pushed it towards the solid bulge in his trousers.

            ‘I don’t need to remind you not to do anything stupid boy,’ he threatened while sliding his belt away from its loops. ‘You’re going to service my dick with that sweet, young mouth of yours. And if I feel any teeth I’m gunna thrash you with this, got it?’

I nodded. My mind was on keeping myself from coming as the deputy massaged my cock and kept up his slow fucking with the dildo. Before me the older cop pulled down his zip, reached inside with one hand and eased out his cock. I forgot about my own state when I saw it.

His circumcised head glistened purple in the half light and crowned a long, dark shaft contoured with thick veins. It grew out like a log from a thicket of black and grey pubes and beneath it he released a set of weighty, wrinkled balls. Taking his shaft in one fist he slapped it across my face a few times and then instructed me to put it in my mouth.

I licked his precum from the tip.

            ‘Any bitch can do that boy, suck it!’

Mike slapped my arse so hard I could feel welts coming up.

            ‘Suck his fucking dick. Suck it good you cocksucker.’

I opened my mouth as far as it would go, I stretched it, felt my lips pulled taught. I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to take the thickness of the meat that was before me, scared that I should scrape it and get more punishment. The boss pushed his sweat-smelling cock head into my mouth and I tried to take it all the way back. I only got half way before I had to breathe. I tried to back off but he gripped my hair tighter and pushed my head forward, impaling my face on his cock.

            ‘Take it, take my dick,’ he growled.

And I did. Going all the way down until my face was buried in the furry mass of his pubes. I breathed through my nose, sniffing in the smell of man sweat and the scent of his groin. I was forced to slide the thing in and out of my mouth, saliva started to lubricate my throat at last and I was able to take his whole length to the hot recesses of my throat. All the time Mike was matching the fucking my face was getting with the fucking of my arse. As the dildo went in so the cop’s cock was forced in. Mike was still pulling at my balls and torturing my cock with his powerful fingers. Each time I felt like I was going to shoot he would pull the dildo out and slap his palm across my arse, bringing me back from the edge for a split second while driving me ever closer to it.

After a few minutes the older cop’s grip on my head changed. It was not so rough anymore, now he was holding me, then letting me go, then grasping for me again. He started to grunt and his cock started to twitch inside my mouth.

Suddenly he pushed me away and sat back on his haunches, panting and wiping his forehead.

            ‘Here Mike,’ he gasped, ‘you want some of this boy’s mouth?’

            ‘Yes please sir,’ Mike replied eagerly.

My arse felt wide open as he pulled the dildo out for the last time. I heard it thud to the ground as he rustled his way around in front of me to change places with his boss. He stood before me and I looked up at his muscled body as he stripped. It was like he was giving me a chance to recover and enjoy the sight of him slowly reveal his hard thighs, his hairy legs and his cock. I thought the older cop’s cock had been big but Mikes, though not quite as long, was fatter. His balls were pulled up tight in anticipation though still swelled beneath the solid mast of flesh, loaded and waiting to empty.

As soon as he knelt down I was on him. I didn’t wait to be told, I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too. I savoured his taste, sweeter than his boss’, his cock smoother, his pubes softer but just as bushy.

Behind me the other policeman was investigating my arse with his fingers again, massaging my prostate and bring me to the edge of orgasm. He was not as controlled as Mike and before I could stop myself I shot my load. My cock exploded like a volcano at last and I felt a hot jet spurt up onto my stomach. The cop behind me slapped hard at my arse and I shot another load as I swallowed hard on Mike’s firm flesh.

            ‘I didn’t give you permission to come, boy,’ the older cop shouted and started to hit my arse with his belt.

This drove me to chew harder on the cop in front, my groans of pleasure mixing with grunts of pain as he forced my head down onto him. His hips thrust forward as his grip on my head tightened and the belt seared across my burning flesh. And then my mouth was filling with his hot juice as it splattered against the back of my throat. I tried to swallow but more came, filling my mouth as he jerked himself into my face, circling his groin against me and shuddering. His cum filled and dribbled from my mouth as yet more was unloaded into it until finally he slowly pulled it away from me. And when it was released into the cool dawn air it showed no signs of softening.

The lashing from the belt had stopped.

            ‘Get your head down lad,’ the strict voice behind me commanded. ‘I want to fill your arse with my dick.’

I was nervous again. His cock was thicker than the dildo and longer. I didn’t know if I could take any more without passing out. But I didn’t have time to think about it.

            ‘I’m going to fuck you raw boy, fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.’

I felt his heavy hands on the soreness of my arse flesh. They scraped their way around to grab my hips and held me there tight and unforgiving. Mike stood over me, one leg on either side and squatted so that he could hold my cheeks apart for his boss.

            ‘I wanna see this up close,’ he said as he gripped my sides with his knees, locking me into a position from which I could not escape.

I felt the end of the old guy’s cut cock nudge against my slick hole and a rush of panic spread through me. I stiffened, my sphincter clenched. But the monster shaft of cop cock broke it wide open again and slid right into me, up to the hilt until, with one heave, his huge balls slapped against me and nearly forced a second wad of cum from my own. There was no pain after that, just exhilaration and I wanted more as he pulled back. I pushed my arse down eagerly over his cock again.

            ‘I’m the one doing the fucking not you,’ he spat and spanked me again with a new force.

I gave in to him and he started to fuck me. Slowly at first. In, all the way, banging against my prostate, out again, pulling me back over him, sliding out. Teasing turned to pleasurable torture and I was ready to shoot again.

Then Mike was off me and kneeling in front of me, showing me a dark, hairy arse crack.

            ‘Lick this and shove your tongue right up,’ he ordered

I grabbed the pair of furry cheeks, pulled him towards me and buried my head right in there. I could smell his flesh, and the leather from the boots he still wore. Could feel the heat from his body and the heat from the one behind who was fucking me like a machine. On and on it went as the nightmare turned into a fantastic dream and air started to warm with the sun coming up behind the trees. Deeper drove the cop behind me, deeper went my tongue into the one before me.

Until Mike turned around again and showed me that his meat was ready for another sucking. I licked the dried cum from its tip, tasted it again, ran my lips along his shaft as the pounding on my arse intensified. I heard the other cop grunt, shout, ‘oh fuck, I’m coming,’ and felt his rod pull out from my battered butt before firing round after round of burning hot juice across my back. As he came he slapped my arse with his hand and then with his cock, wiping the rest of his jism into the hand prints his spanking had left on me.

            ‘Your turn Mike,’ he panted and came around to kneel in front of me again. ‘You, wash this spunk off my dick.’

He turned me over onto my back, fell onto all fours himself and dangled his still dripping cock over my face. I reached for it keenly with my tongue as I felt Mike lift my legs, push my knees back against my chest and, without warning, ram his wide shaft deep inside my gaping hole. I would have screamed at the savage pounding he dealt me but my throat was full of the older policeman’s cut cock. His balls were squashing on my eyelids and his hairy chest was rubbing against my smooth, flat stomach as he fell forwards, taking my stiff six inches into his own mouth. His moustache played against the downy covering of my tight balls as the back of his throat manipulated my sore cock head. But only for a moment.

            ‘Wank yourself boy,’ he ordered, pushing himself up so that he sat over my face. ‘I wanna see you cum while you eat out my arse.’

As I grabbed at my own cock and felt Mike’s grow wider and harder within me I gorged on the hairy arse hole that was pushing and rubbing in my face. I wanked myself in the same rhythm as Mike’s fucking while feeling the cop above me beating on his own meat, his balls slapping against his furry thighs.

                                                                          

And then Mike was puling out, I heard him grunting, his breathing now fast and shallow. And then he unleashed a thick torrent of hot cum over my balls sending me over the edge. I felt my own juice land on my chest where the guy above was unloading his second wad into the air. It landed on my stomach with another jet from Mike, and I came again, empty at last. The bear above me jerked once more and emptied himself onto my chest. His rough hands rubbed the spunk into my nipples as Mike rubbed his dripping cock around my spent balls.

We stayed in those positions for several minutes, until the sound of a car racing past on the nearby road brought us back to where we were. The sun was up behind the horizon and it was going to be another hot day. The older policeman slid back, allowing me to breathe more freely as I lay on my back staring at the white dawn sky. And Mike slowly lowered my legs back down, they ached, my whole body ached. My arse scraped against the rough ground and I let out a yelp.

The older cop laughed at me as he dressed. ‘What’s your name boy?’ he asked and at last his tone seemed softer.

            ‘Aaron,’ I replied, shifting my gaze to watch his now soft, fat cock being forced back into his uniform and wanting to reach for it.

            ‘When you see me next, Aaron,’ he said, smirking slightly. ‘And you will be seeing me again boy, you will call me Sir. I have a party on next week, at my house, with other… like minded policeman. You will join us there at eight O’clock sharp, or else…’

He left the sentence hanging as he fished out a card from his wallet and threw it down onto my chest.

Then the two of them simply walked off, leaving me there naked and sore, staring at the morning sky.

            ‘Wow, what a fuck,’ I thought to myself and smiled as I looked at the card.

Sure I would be there. But I might turn up five minutes late just to see what the ‘or else’ might be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED...

Maybe it was because I was a complete stranger that he felt able to tell me his secret. At least I thought so at the time. I figured out later that he had started talking to me because I had a broad, hairy chest, a beard and was older than him. It was all part of his secret.

He told me he was eighteen. Actually he said he was eighteen and four months so I didn’t argue. Then he said he had a secret and was bursting to tell someone. I told him that he was welcome to tell me his secret and that my name was…

He stopped me dead. ‘No name,’ he said. ‘It doesn’t work if there’s a name.’

‘What doesn’t work?’ I asked.

‘Just listen, don’t interrupt, and when I’ve finished you decide what happens next.’

His puppy-dog eyes were begging me already, hopeful that I would agree to his strange request.

What would you do if a smooth, slim lad in lycra swim trunks came up to you and asked if he could tell you his secret?

‘Go ahead,’ I said and checked around me to make sure no other people on the beach were in ear shot. We were safe.

He told me his secret.

As he spoke he looked at my chest and one time I caught him licking his lips. Occasionally he smiled, paused and then indicated that he had more to say. I listened. And as I did so my own eyes wandered from his dark blonde head, his hair almost cropped on the sides but longer and bleached by the sun on top, down over his youthful face, tinted red by the warm day, and towards his flat, hairless chest. Smooth is always a turn on for me. Opposites attract. Hairy, older, top attracts smoother, younger, bottom.

I started wondering about his bottom, I couldn’t see it, hadn’t seen it when he walked over to me. He’d arrived so out of the blue that I’d not even had time to check out the front of his trunks. I did that while he told me what he wanted. They were tight, white and revealing. They were also wet and clinging to him, I could make out the outline of a small cock and a pair of youthful balls. He must have come from the sea.

By the time he finished talking to me I was having trouble keeping my seven inches hidden in my own swim shorts. I wanted him to notice the hard-on that had started but there were still other people on the beach and I didn’t want us to attract attention. If he was to get his way then what happened next had to be secret. That was his whole point. He was looking at my groin and waiting for me to react.

But I could say nothing. He had made that quite clear. His closing statement had been: ‘that is my secret. Say nothing. If you turn away then I will move on and I’m sorry I troubled you, sir. But if you like what you heard then you will know what to do.’

I had liked what I’d heard and I knew what I had to do. He had told me in detail what his secret was and all I had to do now was act it out for him.

You see his secret was actually his fantasy. And his fantasy was what happened next:

Without saying a word I slipped a couple of things into the pocket of my shorts, covered my pile of clothes with my towel where they would be safe for a while and stood up. I didn’t look at his face, I was not allowed to, but I could almost hear a sigh of relief from him as he watched me. By the time I was ready he was already making his way down to the water’s edge. I followed, my stare fixed on the tight buns and slim hips. My mind concentrated on what I was expected to do. I had no problem with it at all. I had to do was remember what he had asked and make sure I made his dream come true.

I followed him into the sea and started swimming. The bay we had been in was only small and it was not long before we were around the headland and out of site of the other sun seekers. I’m a strong swimmer. I’ve always swum and used a gym, so the five minute journey was nothing for me. He was lean and fit too and by the time we reached the secluded place, neither of us seemed affected by the exercise. If anything it helped prime me for my task.

I trod water a little way off while I watched him wade up onto the shore. An even smaller bay, no people, just a few feet of sand and a cave, just as he said there would be. He walked into the cave and was lost from sight. I waited the right length of time, my heart rate steadying until it was time for me to follow.

I walked into the cool dimness of the cave and let my eyes adjust. The sand was cold under my bare feet and the sea water dripped from me. Everything was silent, not as cold as I’d thought it would be. I was entering a magic grotto where we would both find our wish come true.

And there it was, lying on its back over a smooth round boulder. A picture of innocence waiting to be explored. Mine for the taking. The white trunks discarded, the naked body waiting to be used.

The boy was pretending to be asleep, one arm draped over his face, the other above his head so the body stretched out showing the rib cage, pulling the puppy fat of his stomach taught. I stood before him watching, looking at the slightly parted lips, the stubble less chin, the perfect, hairless chest. Further down to the slim hips, smooth strong legs, also slightly parted. His cock lay flaccid to one side, the foreskin drawn back a little as it waited there, semi erect in anticipation. Two perfectly round balls rested beneath, and under them a barely perceptible covering of hair was matted together with salt water.

I stood close, heard his breathing, knew he was pretending and breathed in the scent of the willing youth; the wanting youth. Yes, I would give him his fantasy.

I stood between his legs and gently parted them further with my own. I placed a hand either side of the submissive body and lent forward, my lips only millimetres away from his. I could smell him more then, a hint of salt and sweat. I arched my back so that nothing touched his body, I did not want to disturb his semi-sleeping cock just yet, and I put my lips to the warm, springy flesh of his neck. I licked the salt from his skin as my mouth explored lower, tiny kisses across his neck, open to me, willing to be bitten like a vampire’s seduced victim. Lower I kissed, the hard skin of his chest, the strong, brown nipples erect yet pliable under my warm tongue. I inched down with my mouth and buried my nose into his belly button as my teeth nibbled gently below it. I crouched to better reach his thigh and the stubble of my chin scraped carefully across his legs as my face found its way further into the warmth between his legs. Still nothing touched his cock. I could sense it there, lengthening slightly as I moved below his ball sack and kissed his inner thigh. I moved to his other leg and drew his flesh in with my lips, my moustache tickling his skin as I worked my way under his balls until I could feel them light and soft against my forehead.

And then I pushed my face in further, his legs either side of my head, his balls sliding down the bridge of my nose until my tongue connected with the downy, soft, almost invisible hair beneath his balls. I heard a slight moan as I connected with him there and another louder one as I gently took one delicate ball into my warm mouth. I tasted the salt of the sea and the boy sweat as I manipulated the sensitive orb with my tongue, then the other, always treating both with equal amounts of pleasure. I let them go and licked them both, my strong tongue playing with them, bouncing them as I worked back up and felt for his youthful cock.

I clamped my lips around the base, holding it as I flicked the shaft within my mouth, working my way up the now stiff cock a little. He was not huge, but he was hard, and hairless and hot. My moth reached the tip and I could smell the salty expectancy of precum leaking from his tip. The foreskin pulled right back against the straining cock, revealing a shiny pink head. Very slowly, to tantalise and arouse him more I closed my mouth over the swollen head and played with it. I licked it, let him feel my teeth, let him know how vulnerable he was.

And then gently I slipped it in, against the top of my mouth, to the top of my throat and then finally down until my nose was nestled into the slight, featherweight public hair. And there I sucked in, swallowing the youthful meat as far as it would go before releasing my throat muscles and drawing up, letting his young tool slip back until my lips caught around its head and my tongue played more with the underside. And then back again, more quickly and deeper, the cock grew longer with the added force and his balls tightened up against the hair on my chin. Then I slowly released him again until just the most sensitive tip was at the mercy of my teeth, where I waited before sucking him down again.

His breathing was deeper, slower, in rhythm with each dive of his shaft into my throat until I feared he would lose himself and end his fantasy too soon. I knew it was time to move on.

For the first time my large hands touched the delicate skin of his thighs as I stood back, turned him over and parted his legs a little further. His back was pitted with tiny indents from the rock, the perfectly smooth mounds of his boy butt pink in places where the rough rock had pressed. He rolled onto his front with only the slightest prompting from me. He knew what he wanted. And so did I, he had told me. I stood and watched him beneath me as I stripped my shorts. My tool was gorged now, swollen with anticipation and ready for some hard, deep work. It stuck out from my mound of bushy hair, drawing my low hanging balls up to it as far as they would go, but leaving them hanging free in the cool air of our secret cave. I rolled the rubber on in readiness as I dropped to my knees.

Roughly, and without warning, I changed my approach. I was no longer the gentle, stroking partner I had been before. Now I was the stronger, older man in charge of the suppliant youth beneath me. He was prone, he was winding me up with the sight of his young, virgin ass and he was there to be had. Had hard and deep until he cried out for me to stop. Even then I wouldn’t, even when he’d had enough and could take no more man meat pounding into his boy ass he would get more. But first my tongue had more work to do.

I dived straight in. Grabbing both soft mounds of his ass and drawing them apart with my big hands. The cool air hit his virgin pink ring and it contracted against the sensation. It did not have long to recover before my tongue was against it, pushing in, forcing it open, wetting it, lubing it up in readiness for the rigid tool that was now aching to get in there. I felt his body move as if in protest, I knew it wasn’t, but I’d almost forgotten the game now. I was running this. I sniffed in the scent of his cool, soft arse cheeks as I tongued his hole. I slid my chin up between his legs, letting the roughness of my beard scrape along his flesh, over his hole and up through the soft buns. My tongue attacked him again, followed by my chin, and again until all around his anus was red and raw from my feasting and my stubble. All the time he moaned and squirmed beneath me, pretending to try and get away. But I had him pinned down against the rock with my hands. I was stronger than him, bigger than him and I was going to get exactly what I wanted.

My cock could wait no longer. I stood up and pulled the boy from the rock, backed up against the wall of the cave and pulled him back onto me. My shaft slipped up over the crack of his ass and I heard him gasp as he felt its length reach the small of his back. My balls hung down beneath his butt and he must have realised what he was going to get. Maybe he thought for a second that he’d bitten off more than he could chew but by then it was too late. My strong right arm pushed at the back of his neck and bent him forward. Without any more vanilla messing I pulled back my hips and centred the head of my shaft against his tightening, moist pink ring. I put one arm around his waist, the other around his small chest, and pulled him back upright.

Before he knew what had happened, my cock had punched into his tight hole and my hairy balls were rubbing up against his own. He didn’t scream, but the sound he made suggested that he didn’t expect this. It was the sound he’d told me he’d make and it only made me grasp him tighter. He was impaled on me, forced back against me and me against the rock as I felt his weight push back, wanting me in deeper.

I thrust forward, slapping my thighs against his little ass cheeks and shoved him forward. My cock slipped back until I felt his ring grasp at my head, not wanting to let me out. Then back in again with a harder thrust, knocking another moan from him. The rhythm grew. I grabbed his arms and wrapped them across his chest with my own, my face close to the side of his, my beard scratching at his smooth cheeks. I could smell his breath, taste his sweat. I held both his arms with one of my hands and let the other slide down to grab his cock. It fitted in my palm and I fisted it, squeezed it and held it as I pounded back into his hot young tunnel. Our balls swung against each other. Mine low and heavy, his small and hardening and before long I felt him getting close.

I ground my hips, shoved in, held him, squeezed his cock, rubbed my balls against him, covered his back with the hair of my stomach and then pulled back out again. I gave him no time to recover as I shoved in again this time even harder. The force lifted his feet from the sandy floor a second as his whole body was impaled on my thick, solid shaft. His head strained around to try and kiss me but he was helpless, lost in his fantasy, his gasps erratic as he tried to give sounds of pleasure, confused by moans of helplessness.

The sound of our flesh slapping, thigh on ass cheek, filled the cave and drowned out the sound of the sea. I wrapped him tighter in my arms, gripped his cock with the vice of my fist and felt him start to shudder. I knew he was cuming. I entwined my legs around his. He was totally caught, totally helpless. He could do nothing but let my meat pound his insides, bringing him to orgasm. I let go his cock and felt him try and reach it with his hand, but I had them held fast. He was going to come without anything touching his cock. I was going to make this boy come just by fucking his precocious little lad-butt and he was going to get what he wanted.

I was ready, my balls had tightened, filled. My cock had thickened as it slid out to the tip and then pounded back into the hot depths of the groaning, helpless lad before me. His head thrashed and then shot ridged back against my chest as I thumped swollen and harder into him. His moaning turned to helpless whimpering as if he didn’t want this to happen. But by then it was too late. He was cuming.

His whole body trembled in my grip and my hold on him tightened, forcing his boy juice out of him with the last, deepest thrust of my tool. I heard the splatter of his jism against the rock as my balls erupted and my cock spewed out and into him. I jerked with each eruption and heard his ecstasy as he felt the force of my cumming fill the rubber that filled his arse.

I let go his arms and grabbed his hips. I slammed him back into me as he shot his last spit of cum in front of himself. He grabbed for his cock, desperate to drain more as I spurted one more thrust inside him.

And I held him there as he recovered, still with my gorged shaft buried deep within him, still with our empty balls sliding together with sweat and salt water. My wide hairy chest covered his back protectively and my muscled arms wrapped the young body safely and stroked the hairless chest as his heart slowed down and his breath was recovered.

I let my hand stray to his already softening cock, and I let the warm piece of flesh rest in my palm. The last dribble of boy juice leaked onto my fingers and I lifted them to his mouth. He took my fingers in gently and sucked on them before resting his head back on my shoulder and letting out one last, fulfilled sigh.

According to his wishes, nothing was said. I let him break away from me, my cock slipping out of the small ass and hanging, the rubber filled so much it was nearly pulled off with the weight. He put on his shorts and walked, a little shakily I thought, from the cave and back into the sea.

By the time I made it back to my place on the beach there was no sign of him. But something told me that I’d come across him again before long. I was in this place for two more weeks. It was a small island and there weren’t many places the lad could hide. And next time… next time we’d play out my fantasy.  

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