During the pictures, we guys were standing very close (you know how photographers are).   And I was very aware of where their packages were in relation to where my hands were.  I even managed to brush a hand against a guys fly at one point – acting like I didn’t know what happened.   He shifted awkwardly, but I had felt him stiff up.   But then the wedding was over, and it’s time to go meet my friend.

So it’s Saturday Night late, and I pull into the gas station.   I see a car sitting on the far end of the lot, and inside I can barely make out my friend from last time.   I grab my bag and a hanger, and head for the restroom.  I leave the door unlocked and he walks in a few seconds later.

He’s wearing a pair of shorts and a wife-beater.   I’m in my tux.   He says “OK, let’s get you changed.”   He reached up and slowly, sensually, stroking me all over at every phase, helped me out of my tux.   It was incredible.  He stroked my chest and stomach as he removed my shirt.  He stroked my legs as he removed my pants.   And then he started stroking my cock through my boxers.

I said “Hold on.”  He said “Huh?  Shy now, all of a sudden?”   I said “No.  It’s your turn.”   I knelt down on the tile floor and yanked down his shorts and swallowed his stiff 8 inch cock.   I didn’t have any idea what I was doing, but I was certainly excited and full of energy.   I tried to remember what he had done to me, and duplicate it.   He was thrusting his body against my face, and the smell, the taste, were overwhelming.   He put his hands behind my head and kept me at the task.   It took awhile to get the hang of the whole gag reflex thing when I went deep, but I finally got it.   After a couple of minutes, he shot his load.   It was incredible.   My mouth filled up and I had to swallow some, and some went down my chin.    But more than the taste and smell and feel, I guess what I really liked was the feeling of being in control of another guy.  I was the one making him moan and tremble and shake.    He finished up cumming and got under control, and then said “Are you in a hurry to get home?”   I said “No.  I have Sunday off too.”  He smiled and said “Well, get changed, and come over to my apartment.   There’s a lot more I need to teach you about this stuff.” 

i made him get on his knees and made him suck my cock. "take it all bitch" i moaned as i came about 30 seconds worth of cum into his mouth. after i was done i layed him down and started to suck his cock and he was pulling my hair and i was fingering his ass and than he came inside my mouth. mis salty cum tasted soo good sliding down my throat. he came for about 20 seconds then i got up gave him my number and left the park.

Feel free to tell me how you thought my e-mail is bamfan0@hotmail.com

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              Now this one time when we were 18 I asked Aaron why we don’t give each other hand jobs. He just responded “You’re too horny Ryan. You normally wouldn’t think about that. Let’s just stick with our own hands.” I didn’t want to though. There was just something about us two jerking off together all the time that made me want to touch him and make him burst into pleasure. So that night while Aaron was sleeping, I got out of my bed and went over to where he was lying down on my floor. As he lay there in his boxers, sleeping away in a dream I would soon change, I unbuttoned the button on the front of his underwear and slid my hand inside the hole.

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              His cock was already somewhat hard, but once I placed my hand around it, it begun to grow. I started to stroke it up and down, making his cock grow even larger, and as I stroked, Aaron started letting out soft, satisfying moans in his sleep. I stroked harder and harder until I got to the point to where I was jerking Aaron off and his moans got louder. His cock must have grown to a full seven inches because eventually his cock no longer fit in my hand. Aaron’s dick got hotter, so I just started to jerk his dick furiously until his legs begun to stretch out, following him crying out the word “yeah” over and over again. Suddenly, there was a warm shot of cum that filled his boxers, as well as my hand. Obviously he was finished and so was I. I went to the bathroom to wash off my hand and while I ran the water over my cum covered palm, I started thinking whether Aaron was really asleep or not. I was too tired to really care though, so once I was done with the sink, I just went right back to bed.

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               The next morning though, was the morning of the day that our lives changed forever. When I woke up I felt hot and like I had been sweating or something in the night. I remembered that when I went to sleep I was wearing boxers and shorts over them, but now I realized that I was completely naked. My cock felt hot as hell, but it was also the most pleasuring feeling I had ever had in my life. When my eyes were finally open all the way, I notice a huge lump in my bed spread right where my dick was.  I quickly threw the covers off to see Aaron’s mouth engulfing my cock, and all seven inches of it too. I was about to yell, “What the hell are you doing”, but the heat…the intensity…the satisfying contact of dick and tongue…it was all too great. I didn’t want him to stop. I put my hands on his head, and moaned to the saliva filled cavity. We could’ve stopped, but even he knew I was awake he just kept on swallowing, and I just laid there and took it. As time passed by, I noticed that it had been six minutes since I woke up, and Aaron was still blowing me. My dick was starting to get really hot though. I could feel the cum traveling upward towards the head. As it did I began to thrust my entire abdominal area into Aaron’s head. Next thing I knew, cum was spraying out of me like water in a fire hose, filling Aaron’s head.Â

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                I finally stopped emptying my load into Aaron’s mouth, and he removed his head. After he picked his head up, he looked at me smiling, licked off any cum on his lips, and took a huge gulp as he swallowed all of me down his throat. He then said, “I enjoyed what you did to me last night.” which followed him leaning down on top of me, and locking his lips with mine. As we kissed, out tongues slid in and out each other’s mouths, and as we were tongue tied, I could taste my own cum as it rubbed off on to my mouth and tongue. Aaron broke the kiss with him saying, “I just thought I’d return the favor”. He got off me, put his clothes back on, and then left my house to walk home.Â

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               The rest of the day I couldn’t stop thinking about the head Aaron had given me. How it felt, and how I loved it. I thought about Aaron’s head on my dick throughout breakfast, lunch, and dinner. In the evening, I finally decided to do something about it. I called Aaron at 2:00 in the morning and told him to meet me at the park, which was in between both our houses. When he accepted, I hung up, grabbed a couple things, and headed out the door.Â

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               Since he lived closer to the park, I found him sitting at one of the picnic tables when I arrived. I approached the table and he stood up. “I really liked what you did this morning you know, and I called you here because I want more.” I said. “Oh so you do. Well what’d you have in mind?” he asked. As soon as those words came out of his mouth I took two condoms and a tube of lubricant out of my pocket and tossed them on to the table. Aaron glanced down at the three items, and then looked back up at me. He then said the words, “Oh you bad boy” and we grabbed each other and kissed once again like we did this morning. As our tongues massaged one another furiously, our hands reached down to grab hold of each other’s cocks. While we kissed, our hands massaged the other person’s dick to force enraged seven inch erections. Aaron raised his arms up for me to remove his shirt, which I did hastily. I then did the same so he could take off mine. As we kept on kissing and our fully erected dicks begun rubbing up on one another through the inside of our pants, I then decided to brake off from the kiss. I got down on my knees and anxiously started undoing Aaron’s belt. Once I got it off, I ripped the crotch of his pants apart to get his enormous cock out. As his pants and boxers fell to the ground, I grabbed hold of his tight ass and swallowed up all seven inches of his cock. He placed his hands on my head to slide my wet lips up and down his hot cock. “Oh yeah…that’s it Ryan! Suck it like a bitch! Suck it! Suck it!” As I continued to eat his dick with my entire craze, Aaron slipped out of his shoes and socks and pulled his feet out of his pants to kick them away.Â

Aaron now stood completely naked before me, and never before had I been as hot as I was. I wanted him inside me bad. He then slid my head off his cock and shifted my head to look up at his face. “Wait!” he said. “I want to explode inside you!” So I stood up with my cock bulging against my pants. I slid my shoes and socks off as Aaron undid my pants with more zeal than I had to him. My pants dropped and I just kicked them off as Aaron grabbed the bottle of lube and he drenched his hot dick in the warm, slick liquid. My cock just got harder by watching him rub his cock. Aaron then grabbed me by my waist, turned me around, and pushed down on to the picnic table. I felt his warm finger slide in and out of my ass as he lubed me up. I began to moan to the motion of his finger slithering inside me, but he soon removed it. I exhaled as he grabbed hold of my ass and slowly slid his seven inches inside me. I immediately let out a shriek of pain. He began to slowly thrust his rod of heat and cum in and out of my body. I started breathing harder and faster. My cries of pain turned to squeezing tensions throughout my body, and those squeezing tensions turned to moans of pleasure and satisfaction. My ass was his temple, and his dick was his treasure. The head on his dick grew larger as he started thrusting harder and faster, impaling my ass. “Yeah that’s it, fuck me! Fuck me!” I began to scream. “Do it hard! Harder!” Aaron was then hammering me violently against the table, digging his fingers into my waist. I grasped hold of the table for dear life as the table started to shake and wobble. His dick pumped in and out of my ass rapidly like a slide shooting forwards and back on the chamber of a gun. As he would grunt vigorously, I would respond moaning frantically asking for more. “Give it to me baby! That’s it! Yes!” I screamed. “Just like that! Harder! Harder!” He then responded, “You’re my little bitch aren’t you?” “Oh yes! Yes god yes!” I screamed back at him. He then muttered, “I own your ass now, and I’m going to keep pounding it until you engulf all of my cum like a bitch!” His balls slapped against mine with fierce blows as his dick slammed harder and harder into the crevice of my ass. My own dick started spraying out cum each time he pounded.Â

Then the moment came. Aaron had begun to slam slower but with more intensity than before. He then leaned over on top of me, grabbed hold of my upper arms as I held on to the table with all my might, and started forcing his dick deeper inside my ass. We both then let out screams of pleasure and satisfaction as his load exploded, spraying enough cum for three men inside my boiling, sweaty, worn out body. As Aaron kept spraying his load inside me, our perspiring, sizzling, writhing bodies grinded up against each other, as well as the table. He eventually pushed me up on to the table because of the fierce fucking. About twenty seconds after he started, Aaron finally stopped emptying himself into my ass. Since I came on the table earlier, I now had hot, sticky cum all over the front of my body. Aaron then slowly slid his half hard cock out of my ass and turned me over. He kissed me for the third time, as I kissed back. This time though, he kissed all over my neck and began to suck on it. He then lifted his head up and glanced up and down my body. He saw all the cum on my front side and said, “Looks like you made a mess too.” Aaron grabbed my dick started massaging it as he said his words. “Why don’t we go to my place and clean up?” Moaning, I responded, “Oh fuck yes.” Aaron then whispered into my ear, “This time you get to fuck me in the shower.”Â

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    After awhile they left Mike alone and they all got into the shower. While they were in the shower Mike started looking at all their cocks. He instantly got hard again and he didnt want anyone to notice. So he went into the back room where he thought he would be alone.

    When he went into the back room he saw Rick back there all alone jerking off. Rick was extremely embarassed and tried to cover up but there was nothing for him to cover up with. Mike told Rick it was ok and Mike asked if he could join in. RIck didnt hesitate at all and told Mike ok.

    They were wacking off seperately at first until Rick asked Mike if they could do eachother. Mike of course said yes and Rick grabbed his cock. Mikes cock was about 9" and Ricks was around 10". After only a few minutes Mike came all over Rick. Rick licked it all up and told Mike it was his turn now.

    So Mike grabbed Ricks 10" shaved cock and started jerking him off. 10 minutes has passed and Rick still didnt cum. So Mike tried something else.

    Mike took Ricks cock into his mouth and started sucking his cock. Rick started to moan and the other players on the team walked in. Mike and Rick didnt pay any attention to them at all and continued.

    The other guys on the team whipped out their own cocks and started to watch. Within 5 minutes the members of the team were all cumming all over eachother. RIck still hadnt cum.

    So Mike had one more idea. Mike took his cock and aimed it at Ricks ass. Rick was scared because he had never been butt fucked before. Mike started to stick his cock in Ricks ass and it didnt get far. Rick was already starting to cry from the pain. Mike kept pushing and finally got his 9" cock into Ricks tight virgin ass.

    Mike kept pushing in and out and Ric was moaning in pleasure. Rick finally came all over the room. The other players on the team immediately came over and licked up all the cum.

    Now every week at practice Mike fucks a different member on the team while the others watch.

 

Five thousand years ago a great rock fell from the skies into the oceans of Earth. Waves the size of mountains crashed down on the shores of civilization, destroying the world men had made. From the ashes of destruction, New Earth arose…a brutal, hostile land…

 

 

 

      Verik walked down the narrow cobblestone alley of the noisy market, ignoring the way men looked at him from the corner of their eyes.

 

      “Fresh vegetables. Best in town!”

 

       Merchants hawked their goods in a singsong shout, holding up their wares to the passing crowd in the bright sunshine.

 

      “Fresh bread. Best prices!”

 

       Wooden stalls crammed close to the ancient black stone walls on both sides of the alley, barely leaving room for men to squeeze by.

 

       Verik looked into all the stalls, savoring his first day of freedom. After five summers behind dull grey walls, the bright colors splashed across his eyes like a blast of ice cold water. Slabs of raw meat hung from hooks; fruits and vegetables filled the stalls with raging color - red, yellow, green. In the stalls, men in coarse sleeveless tunics and heavy cotton trousers haggled over goods, shouting at merchants.

 

       A man cooked succulent lamb on skewers over open fire. The delicious smell of roast meat barely hid the sharp odor of the unwashed men crowded into the small market in the afternoon heat.

 

       Anyone could tell the merchants weren’t locals. They wore fine silks, had soft, clean hands. No man wore silk in a mining town like Nequir.  The grime of the mines clung to the men in the market like a light soot. Hard labor in unrelenting heat deep under the earth, where one misstep could send a man plummeting to his death, had toughened the men of Nequir; made them harsh and unforgiving like the mines they worked.

 

       The miners walked through the market, men made hard by a ruthless underworld, swords at their side, looking at Verik with wary eyes. A path cleared for the gladiator as men moved out of his way, trying not to stare at the perfect black circle on his forehead. Even the miners, infamous for their fierce ways, wanted no trouble with Verik the Scythe.

 

       The tattoo on his forehead was a final parting gift of the Prison Council, condemning him to life among the lowest caste – the Unforgiven, or caijeen, murderer. No one would dare call him caijeen to his face though; unless they thought it was a good day to die.

 

      Five summers he’d served for killing a worthless coward who cheated him over dice. He’d do it again in the blink of an eye. But he’d bury the body deeper next time.

 

      When they sentenced him they gave him two choices – ten summers in the rock quarries where men died slow, lingering deaths or five summers in the arena as gladiator where men died swift, hard deaths. He’d chosen the arena and risen to the top fast, a vicious warrior who slit the throats of countless men without a second thought, cheered on by roaring crowds.

 

      “Spare a copper for a poor man Sir.”

 

      A beggar shoved a wooden cup at Verik. The man had one eye covered with a white, milky film. Men close by watched, pretending to bargain for goods. Only a blind man would beg Verik for anything.

 

      “A silver token my friend,” Verik said, dropping the heavy coin into the beggar’s cup. His victories in the arena had made him a rich man. “Mind you guard it well. Thieves are all around,” Verik said loud enough for the men watching to hear.

 

      “Thank you Sir. Bright blessings,” the beggar said.

 

      “Only his kind would steal from a beggar,” a man close by said.

 

      “You say something friend?” Verik said, turning on him with dark, empty eyes that froze the man’s heart.

 

      “You’re mistaken,” the man said, not looking at him. He paid the merchant. “No one wants trouble with you gladiator.”

 

      “Blessings to you then,” Verik said, walking on.

 

      “Murdering scum should be in prison, bringing gold to our town,” Verik heard the miner say.

 

       “He could have killed you fool,” the rug seller said. He was one of the few locals in the market.

 

      Verik wasn’t in the mood to kill anyone. He could have challenged the man to a death duel for insulting his honor. Even caijeen had the right to that. He let it go.

 

        When this is done, I’m buying me a virgin bitch. That thought had been his driving obsessesion in prison. Sweating through hours of grueling training under summer’s hot sun, he’d thought of nothing else. Every time he used a prison whore, he thought of the temple virgins. He’d waited a long time. By night fall he would own the tightest virgin slave ass the temple had.

 

       He stopped in a stall near the end of the market selling tunics. His tunic was old and stained with blood. The tall thin merchant stood beside his stall, outside his house.

 

       Emir the cloth merchant looked at the black mark on Verik’s forehead. No matter. Silver from a gladiator would put just as much food on his table as silver from a brother of the temple.

 

       Kali, Emir’s beautiful slaveboy, looked up at Verik instead of dropping his eyes decently. The boy took in his sensual lips, his cruel black eyes, the way Verik’s sweaty tunic clung to his hard, muscled chest.

 

      “How much?” Verik said to the merchant, fingering a linen tunic, looking at the boy.

 

       “The tunic is thirty silver tokens. The bitch isn’t for rent,” Emir said.

 

      “Why not?” It was common for merchants to rent out their slaveboys to earn extra silver. “He looked at me like a whore. I’ll be quick with his ass,” Verik said, rubbing his crotch, looking at the luscious red-haired boy.

 

       Emir slapped his boy’s face. “You looked at a man? Get inside you whore.”

 

      “Why Sir?” Kali said, looking at Verik’s thick arms, tanned and hard with muscle. His big strong hands were made to grab a boy’s ass. “He’s caijeen. We pay and we can look at his kind every night.”

 

      Emir backhanded his boy and sent him sprawling to the ground.

 

      “Get inside you little fool,” he said. “Your ass will feel the whip tonight bitch.”

 

      The slaveboy scrambled to his feet and ran inside.

 

        “I beg you to forgive the insult. He’s only a slaveboy. Anything I have is yours for the asking,” Emir said, spreading his shaking hands over his merchandise. The insult was enough to get him killed.

 

      “Why whip him?” Verik said. “For saying what men don’t have the guts to say to me?”

 

      “Some things are better left unsaid.”

 

      “Like caijeen and murderer?”

 

      Suddenly five summers of pent up rage erupted in Verik. He banged his huge fist on the wooden table. Cloths and tunics scattered to the ground. Emir nearly jumped out of his skin, sure he was a dead man.

 

      “Fucking mark’s going to make me kill someone.”

 

      Kali rushed out of nowhere and fell to his knees.

 

       “Please don’t hurt my Master Sir,” Emir’s boy said, kissing Verik’s feet. “It was my fault.”

 

       The merchant swooped down on his boy, snatching him out of the gladiator’s reach.

 

      “Get inside,” Emir said, but his slaveboy clung to him, crying.

 

      Looking into the boy’s terrified eyes calmed Verik. There was no honor in frightening a harmless man and his slaveboy.

 

      “Sorry I scared you boy,” he said, and turned his back on the merchant.

 

      Verik walked on, making his way through the crowded street, turning his thoughts to the temple. The thought of virgin ass made his swelling cock hard under his rough trousers. He knew how it would be with the bitch. Back at the gladiator house, the whores all trembled when they came to his rooms. He’d grown used to taking slaveboys by force. He used their ass and sent them away, whimpering and crying.

 

      “Ease yourself with a whore Sir?” a boy’s soft voice said behind him.

 

      The slaveboy backed away when he saw Verik’s black mark. He grabbed the whore’s red tunic, quick as a snake.

 

       “Come here bitch.”

 

       The slaveboy looked up at him, and the gladiator was lost. The crowd melted away. He saw only the boy whore’s soft brown eyes filled with miserable shame.

 

       The helpless misery in the boy’s eyes seduced the darkness within Verik. Wicked lust gripped him like a fever. His swollen cock strained against his trousers. Suddenly he thought how fucking hot the bitch would look squirming under him, crying, begging for mercy.

 

        “How much to ease my cock with your whore ass?”

 

      The boy glanced back at the whorehouse, but there was no rescue, just another slaveboy who ran inside at the sight of Verik.

 

      “One hundred silver,” the boy said, looking down at the big bulge in Verik’s trousers.

 

      He grabbed the boy’s face and ran his fingers over the whore’s ruby lips and caressed his soft, pink cheeks. His honey colored hair fell to his shoulders like the finest silk. Looking into the boy’s eyes, the temple seemed far away.

 

      A tall bald man, tanned and muscled, stood in the shady doorway of Slave’s Oasis, watching the gladiator with his whore. Now he knew he was cursed. Ajef spit in the dirt. Verik the Scythe showing up at his whorehouse – of all the luck.

 

      “You’ll have to pay to use my property,” Ajef said.

 

      “How much to use the bitch?” Verik said, pulling the whore close.

 

       The boy was soft and smooth against Verik’s hard body. He slid his hand up under the whore’s tunic and fondled the boy’s pierced cock. He loved the feel of a slaveboy’s limp cock. It thrilled him to use a boy’s ass and know the bitch couldn’t come.

 

      “Two hundred silver to use the whore,” Ajef said, hoping the gladiator would move on.

 

      “The bitch said one hundred,” Verik said, rubbing his hard cock against the slave’s round ass. The pretty slaveboy trembled in his grip. Nothing new.

 

      “Bring him inside,” Ajef said, backing down. He’d seen Verik’s work in the ring. “I’ll make you a deal.”

 

       Like all places in Nequir, the inside of the whorehouse was dark, carved out of the black stone prisoners quarried. Without any windows, the torches spread around the small room cast shadowy light that hid more than it revealed.

 

       As soon as Verik sat at one of the dark wooden tables, the whore sat on his lap, spreading his legs across him so the heat of his ass pressed up against his swollen cock. The boy writhed on his lap, sliding his hands up under Verik’s tunic, caressing his smooth, muscled chest. “Let me pleasure you Sir,” the boy whore whispered into his ear, licking the sweat from Verik’s tanned body, running his fingers through the gladiator’s long, black hair.

 

       The feel of the slaveboy pressed so close was maddening. Verik grabbed the boy’s hips and pushed his naked ass down so his thick cock nestled in the crack of the boy’s ass.

 

      “You were always my favorite in the ring Verik. You’re welcome among us again,” Ajef said, looking uneasy.

 

      Verik saw the way the man’s eyes avoided the tattoo on his forehead.

 

      “Am I?” he said, looking into Ajef’s eyes.

 

      Ajef was a pitiless loan shark who collected debts with a sword. He didn’t scare easy. But when Verik looked into his eyes, he knew death was forever a heartbeat away.

 

      “You served your time. Justice is done,” Ajef said, sounding harsher than he meant to.

 

      Verik ran his hands over the squirming slave’s smooth ass. The boy had lifted his tunic to lick the sweat off his chest.

 

      “I’ll pay for the bitch now.  How much for three hour glasses?”

 

      If Verik stayed that long, Ajef would lose a whole afternoon of business. He chose his next words carefully, trying to sound casual.

 

      “I have a special room for a man like you. Let me show you,” Ajef said, turning to lead the way.

 

      “A man like me?”

 

      The barely controlled fury in Verik’s low voice stopped the whorehouse owner in his tracks. The slaveboy on Verik’s lap looked up, afraid. He Verik pressed the boy’s face back to his chest; he liked the whore’s hot tongue licking his sweat.

 

       “I meant only a man who - ”

 

        “You’re the third man to insult me since I left prison this morning. I let the first two live,” Verik said, looking up at Ajef in the flickering light.

 

       Ajef said nothing. He’d seen that look in Verik’s eyes in the arena. Just before he slit a man’s throat.

 

       The slaveboy slid to the floor and knelt between Verik’s open legs, massaging his hard cock, kissing him softly through his trousers, pressing close, intoxicated with his scent.

 

       “You got something to say to me or can I pay for the whore?”

 

        “Be reasonable Verik,” Ajef said, desperate. “I’ll lose customers the moment men see you. I have to eat and feed my whores. I’m just a poor businessman.”

 

      “You’re a thief and a liar. At least you’re not a coward.”

 

       For a moment, Ajef was sure the gladiator would pull his sword and slice through his guts.

 

      “Show me the room,” Verik said, coming to his feet.

 

      He followed Ajef and the boy up narrow, twisting stone steps and down a low stone passage past dark wooden doors, deep into the rocky guts of the mountain behind the whorehouse. Ajef opened one of the doors, revealing a small room carved out of the wall. The inside was like a cave. A single torch hung on the rough walls, showing a high pile of fine, soft furs.

 

      “This is my best room,” Ajef said.

 

      Verik walked past him, pulling the slaveboy behind.

 

      “Here,” Verik said, reaching into the pouch at his waist. He paid for the whore.

 

      Ajef took the silver. “Nahji is my hottest bitch. Enjoy him,” he said and left, leaving Nahji in the doorway, watching the darkness swallow his Master.

 

      He turned to Verik, who was already naked in the furs, lying on his side. In the glowing torchlight, with his thick cock jutting up to his navel, his hard body, he looked like a merciless god, ready to demand sacrifice and suffering.

 

      “Lock the door and get over here slut.”  

 

      Nahji hurried to kneel in the furs beside Verik. Suddenly alone with the gladiator, Nahji couldn’t help but think of the hard feel of his cock when he sat on his lap. The boy prayed he would come in his mouth. But he didn’t think so. In the firelight, so close he felt his breath, he saw what a harsh man Verik was.  It wasn’t just the way he looked, it was the arrogant hardness in his eyes – the way he was sure no one would dare say no to him. He dropped his eyes to the furs.

 

       Verik ran his rough hands slowly over Nahji’s ivory skin, enjoying the feel of his young, slender body, so soft and afraid. Something about the boy begged a man to use him hard and hurt him bad.

 

      “Look at me whore,” Verik said.

 

      Nahji raised his eyes - light brown and full of helpless suffering that drove Verik crazy with dark lust.

 

      “Use me for your pleasure Sir,” the boy said.

 

      Looking into the slaveboy’s eyes, Verik knew even after he fucked the boy hard and made him scream, he would whimper at his feet, accepting his fate - serving the hard pleasures of wicked men.

 

      “I’ll please you any way you want Sir,” Nahji said, twisting his tunic in his trembling fingers. “Just please tell my Master you enjoyed me or he’ll punish me bad.”

 

      “How?”

 

       The boy turned around, taking off his tunic. His back was a criss cross of scars. Verik sat up – running his fingers over the scars with the thrill of a man touching priceless diamonds.

 

      “Your Master did that?”

 

       “If men don’t find me pleasing, my Master whips me while they watch,” the boy said, turning back to Verik. “Then he charges extra to rape my ass.”

 

       Verik ran his fingers down the whore’s back, looking into his eyes, feeling the scars that twisted through his soft flesh. A boy like him was meant to have scars like that. Something in his eyes drew brutal men to him; the kind who would take pleasure with him while he screamed. He was irresistibly drawn to the boy.  His pulse raced, his cock throbbed unbearably. A drop of liquid oozed from his swollen cock head.

 

      “You ready to get fucked good and hard bitch?”

 

      Nahji nodded, unable to take his eyes off Verik’s thick cock.

 

       “Good,” Verik said gently, caressing the boy’s soft face, feeling how his tender body trembled. “First I’m reaming your whore ass, then I’m telling your Master to whip you real hard. I’ll pay double to rape you after he scars you up.”

 

       “No, please,” Nahji said, crying. He grabbed Verik’s arm. “Anything you want. He likes to hurt me.” The boy’s pounding heart made his voice jagged with fear. “He uses me after those men leave.”

 

      “You’ll please me bitch?” Verik said, getting up.

 

      Nahji nodded frantically. “Anything you want Sir.”

 

      “Get on your knees for me whore.”

 

      Kneeling, looking up at Verik, Nahji felt like he was at the feet of a god. Verik’s swollen cock jutted out between his thick legs, sculpted with muscle. His flat belly was ridged and hard. Veins ran around his rigid cock. He had never wanted to suck cock so bad.

 

      Verik saw the hunger in the whore’s eyes.

 

      “You want my cock in your mouth bitch?”

 

      “Oh Gods, yes,” Nahji said. He couldn’t hide it. He was desperate to service him.

 

      Verik teased the whore, wiping his hard dick along the boy’s hungry lips.

 

      “I’m going to fuck your ass long and hard,” Verik said, looking down into the boy’s eyes.

 

      “I’ll take your cock Sir. I’ll please you,” Nahji said, licking the taste of Verik’s cock from his lips, unable to think of anything except how good his cock would feel pounding down his throat.

 

       “I love knowing what they did to you,” Verik said, looking at the thick gold ring pierced through the center of the boy’s cock shaft. “I wish I had been the one to pierce you and make you into a pleasure bitch.”

 

       The boy’s cheeks flushed red with shame.

 

       “You’re always hungry for cock, like a whore, aren’t you?”

 

      Verik pressed his hard dick against the boy’s smooth lips. Nahji opened his mouth wide, eyes closed, hot for his cock, ready to take his load.

 

      “Answer me boy,” Verik said, keeping his cock out of reach.

 

        “I don’t get hard anymore Sir. But I still have needs,” the boy said, breathless with desire; ashamed of his need. He hated knowing that he would never come again.

 

       Verik slapped the boy’s face hard. “Say it bitch. Tell me what you are.”

 

       “Look what he did to me,” the boy said, touching his limp cock. Tears slid down his cheeks. “I’m a serving whore. Men pay to use my ass. No matter how much they hurt me, I’m always desperate for more cock.” He looked up at his tormentor.  “All I get is pain from men like you.”

 

       The dull rage in the slaveboy’s eyes made Verik think how good the boy would look on all fours screaming when he took his ass.

 

       “That’s what you’re for slut. To give men like me pleasure with your screams.”

 

       Verik pulled the whore by his hair, forcing the boy’s face into his crotch.

 

      “Service me, you cock sucking bitch,” he said.

 

      The moment Nahji opened his mouth, Verik yanked his head back and shoved his cock deep down the boy’s throat.

 

       Before they pierced him, Nahji would have been rock hard servicing a man like Verik, with a big cock stretching his mouth. The boy knew he would rape him and make him scream. He still wanted his cock. He couldn’t help it.

 

       Verik fucked Nahji’s mouth hard and fast, looking down at the whore’s soft red lips stretched tight around his driving cock. Being inside the boy’s hot mouth, seeing him on his knees, afraid, drove him wild with lust.

 

      “Hot bitch mouth,” Verik said, throwing his head back, humping the boy’s face.

 

      The sound of his hips slamming into the whore was loud in the darkness of the quiet room. Verik held the boy’s hair tight, fucking his face in a wild, sadistic rhythm, pounding the back of the boy’s throat. In the orange light of the single torch, he towered over the slaveboy, pumping his hips in long, hard strokes.

 

      Nahji took his deep strokes, moaning, even though it hurt him. He wanted a load so bad he could taste it. The boy would have given anything for his cock to get hard so he could come with Verik’s load shooting down his throat.

 

      Verik gasped and moaned, feeling the hot tightness of the boy’s gagging throat spasm around his cock head.  It was so fucking hot to use the bitch and know he couldn’t come. He groaned, feeling his balls clench hard - he was about to shoot. He tried to pull out of the boy’s mouth, but Nahji pressed his mouth down onto his cock, aching to take his load. Verik slapped the whore, and pulled out of his mouth, breathing hard.

 

      “Think I’d waste a load in your mouth?”

 

      “Come in my mouth,” Nahji begged, licking Verik’s slick cock. “Please.”

 

      “No way bitch. You’re taking my load up your whore ass,” Verik said, pulling on the boy’s hair, forcing him to look up into his eyes.

 

       “And after I’m done making you scream, you’ll still be desperate for my cock.”

 

       Nahji looked down at his limp cock, ashamed; he knew Verik was right. Serving men was a nightmare of frustrated need.

 

       “I need to come,” Nahji shouted at Verik, his eyes afire with rage. “Gods. I can’t stand it. Always aching. No release. I hate him.”

 

       Verik laughed. “Why should you come like a man? Get up there.”

 

       He threw the boy to the furs and lay on top of him, looking down into his eyes, rubbing his hardness against the boy’s useless cock.

 

       Nahji’s legs fell open; he rubbed himself against Verik’s hard cock.

 

       “See what a serving slut you are?” Verik said.

 

       He kissed the side of the boy’s neck softly, whispering into his ear.

 

       “You want my cock even if you know it’ll hurt. You want to feel me tearing into your tight little hole, don’t you bitch?”

 

       Verik slid his hot tongue across the boy’s hard nipples. Nahji cried out in pleasure, bucking against Verik’s hard body.

 

       “You need my cock inside you boy,” Verik said, licking the slaveboy’s nipples one after the other until the boy arched his back, pressing against Verik, tossing his head back and forth.

 

       “Yes. I want it,” Nahji said. He couldn’t help himself. “I want your cock.”

 

       “Even if you can't come?”

 

       Verik wet his finger, playing with the boy’s hole while he licked his nipples.

 

       “Yes,” Nahji said. “Yes. Fuck me, please.”

 

       “Look at that, you desperate whore.”

 

       Verik rolled onto the furs, grabbing the boy around his waist so he was on his side with his ass pressed up against his hard cock.

 

       Verik grabbed the boy’s hair and pulled his head back.

 

      “You know what I’ll be thinking when I fuck your bitch ass?” he whispered into the boy’s ear.

 

      Nahji moaned at the feel of Verik’s hot tongue on his neck.

 

      “I’ll be thinking how you’re a serving slut, how you’ll never come,” he said. “This is all you’re good for now.”

 

      He reached between the boy’s legs and grabbed his balls, pinching the soft tender flesh until the boy screamed and writhed in his grip. Verik moaned in pleasure. The thrill of the boy’s cries of pain as he tortured his balls viciously was nearly unbearable.

 

      “You scream so good boy,” Verik whispered into the boy whore’s ear.

 

       He dug his fingers deep into the boy’s balls, twisting, squeezing, looking into Nahji’s face, twisted into a mask of agony. He ran his hand over the boy’s luscious young flesh, loving the feel of the whore trembling against him.

 

      “Is that bitch hole all sewn up for me?” he said into the boy’s ear.

 

      Nahji gasped for breath in his arms. His pain wracked balls made his body tremble all over; hysterical tears choked his words.

 

      “He had the temple sew my ass last summer,” the boy managed through his tears.

 

      Men who owned whores had their asses tightened up so they gave men more pleasure and brought in more silver. It was agony for a cut slaveboy to have a man in his tight ass.

 

      “What about your pleasure bead,” Verik said. “You feel anything up your whore ass?” He hated fucking a bitch who felt pleasure up his ass. It wasn’t decent.

 

      The boy shook his head. “No. My Master took my pleasure. I only feel pain when men use me.”

 

      Verik pushed the boy onto his back and lay on top of him, looking down into his suffering eyes.

 

      “You want my cock bitch?” he said, pressing his thick cock against the boy’s hole.

 

      “No, please don’t – it hurts,” the boy said in a sudden panic.

 

      Verik laughed and put the boy’s legs up on his shoulders, opening the whore’s ass to him. The sight of the boy’s tight, pink pleasure hole in the glowing firelight made Verik wild  - he ached to tear into him and make him scream. He slid his finger into the boy’s mouth, and made him lick it.

 

      “Your fuck hole is good and tight boy, like a bitch should be,” Verik said, pressing his wet finger against the boy’s impossibly tight hole.

 

      “Oh fuck,” Verik said when he felt the hot tightness inside the boy. “I’m going to rape this whore hole so hard, boy.”

 

      Verik guided his cock to the boy’s hole and leaned over the bitch, pinning his arms to the furs. The whore panicked the moment he felt Verik’s thick cock pressing against his tight hole.

 

      “No! Don’t,” Nahji said, in an ecstasy of fear. “It hurts so bad up my ass. Please.”

 

      Verik was relentless. “Take it like a real desperate serving slut. Work your ass onto my cock,” he said, looking down into the boy’s eyes, wild with terror.

 

      Nahji hesitated. Every inch would be a small agony. He couldn’t bring himself to obey. He just couldn’t.

 

      “Do it bitch,” Verik said, inches from Nahji’s face in the shadowy firelight. “Or I won’t wait for your Master. I’ll carve your pretty little face to pieces and pay him to buy another whore.”

 

       The boy knew he’d hurt him bad if he disobeyed. He Nahji pressed his ass against Verik, working his tight hole onto his cock, moaning, gasping in pain.

 

      Verik looked down into the slaveboy’s eyes, feeling how the whore’s hole resisted him, seeing how he suffered, pushing his trembling ass against his hard cock, whimpering, afraid.

 

       “Your hole is fucking tight.”

 

       “Oh Gods, it hurts - please! -” the boy screamed.

 

       “Shut the fuck up and take my cock bitch.”

 

       At last, the head of his cock entered the boy’s incredibly tight, hot hole. The slaveboy’s whimpering and begging drove Verik crazy.

 

      He grabbed the boy’s ass and rammed his cock deep into the whore’s deliciously tight hole. Nahji screamed, struggling, begging for mercy. The boy cried in a frenzy of tears, gasping for air, trembling against him.

 

      Verik used the boy’s ass brutally, fucking hard into him. The whore’s quivering ass grabbed his cock tight, massaging his thick meat on every driving stroke; Verik moaned and gasped in pleasure.

 

       He leaned close, looking straight down into Nahji’s tormented eyes.  Pain looked so good on the boy. He looked beautiful -  whimpering, crying, so full of suffering; he wished he could save this moment forever.

 

      “Fucking hot whore hole,” Verik said, groaning with every stroke. He couldn’t believe how hot and tight the bitch felt. The boy’s hole was incredibly sweet.

 

      “See how I use you bitch? And after I’m done, you’ll still be hungry for cock,” he whispered into the boy’s ear.

 

      Verik showed him no mercy. He used the boy hard, coming nearly all the way out of his hot hole, then slamming back into him.

 

      “This is nothing,” Verik said, looking down into the boy’s eyes, stroking into his tight ass. “Wait ‘til I mount you like a bitch on all fours and rape you.” He kissed the boy’s neck, licking his soft, tender flesh.  “I’m going to make you suffer boy,” he whispered into the whore’s ear.

 

      Nahji cried pitifully, screaming when he rammed the boy’s tender hole again and again. Verik fucked the boy in a hot rhythm, turning the whore’s ass red with his savage strokes, until he finally pulled out of him.

 

      “Get on all fours boy. I’m going to mount you like the serving bitch you are.”

 

      Nahji put his sore ass up, whimpering, begging – but Verik paid no mind to the boy. He grabbed his hips and mounted him from behind, driving his cock deep into the boy’s abused hole. Sweat slid down Verik’s chest as he fucked the boy’s hot hole with in a wild animal fury.

 

      Verik pushed the struggling boy to the furs, laying on top of him, kissing the scars on his back while he fucked his pleasure hole. He loved the feel of the boy’s hot hole pulsing around his throbbing cock meat. The sight of the boy’s abused back drove Verik crazy. He plunged faster and faster into his ass, running his fingers over the scars, the boy’s cries for mercy echoing in his ears.

 

      “You fucking serving bitch. Say it boy. Tell me how you’ll never come.”

 

      Nahji said it again and again, driving Verik mad with savage lust. He truly fucked the boy whore in a frenzy, driving his hips into him so hard the boy’s whole body shook. Verik grunted and moaned, panting hard, his eyes squeezed shut. Every muscle in his hard body stood out in the orange firelight. Sweat ran down his back. His hips pumped hard.

 

      “Take my load you fucking whore,” he said in strangled voice and drilled into the boy, going suddenly rigid, moaning as his cock exploded and shot load after load of hot come up the boy whore’s ass.

 

      He collapsed on his back beside the crying boy, breathing hard.

 

      “Please don’t tell my Master I didn’t please you. I obeyed,” the boy said. His trembling voice squeaked on the ragged edge of hysteria.

 

      Verik looked at the crying boy. Sometimes he couldn’t stand the sight of his own face in the mirror.

 

      “I won’t boy,” he said softly, caressing the boy’s arm.

 

      The slaveboy pulled away from his touch. Verik was used to it. He looked up into the darkness, waiting for the whore’s tears to stop.

 

      “You won’t Sir?” the boy said, turning to Verik.

 

      “No.”

 

      “Thank you Sir,” Nahji said, falling on Verik’s chest, crying softly, resting against him, looking up into his face.

 

      He looked down at the whore resting on him, pushed his hair back from his tear-streaked face; even now the boy had the look of helpless suffering that had nearly driven Verik mad. He had to own this boy.

 

      “I’m buying you boy.”

 

      The whore tried to get up, but Verik pushed him down, made him lay on his chest. He stroked the boy’s face gently.

 

       “I thought I wanted a virgin. I was wrong. I want a boy like you.”

 

      “My Master’s whores aren’t for sale Sir,” the boy said.

 

      “Your Master’s right arm would be for sale if he could make a profit.”

 

      Verik suddenly sat up, pushing the boy aside. He grabbed his sword from the floor. He’d heard something at the door. He was sure of it. He looked around the small room.

 

      “Get over there in the corner,” Verik said, motioning with his sword.

 

      “Sir, what’s - ”

 

      Verik slapped the boy’s face. “Do it. Now. Keep quiet,” he said in a low whisper.

 

      A loud knock on the door boomed in the small room.

 

      “Open up,” a man’s voice said.

 

      “I’m using a bitch,” Verik said, putting his sword down long enough to pull on his trousers. “Leave me alone.”

 

      “Open the door gladiator scum.”

 

      The door shook in its frame two, three times. Nahji cowered in the corner.

 

      Verik opened the door, his sword in hand. Two soldiers pushed into the room, their swords drawn. A third man came in behind them – Khaliz – he should have known.

 

      “Get his sword,” he said to the soldier closest to Verik.

 

      The soldier hesitated. Like all men in Nequir, he’d cheered on the gladiator in the arena.

 

      “Give me your sword,” he said with more authority than he felt.

 

      Verik dropped it at his feet and spit on the ground.

 

      “I’ve done nothing,” he said to Khaliz, head of the militia in Nequir.

 

      “That’s not true Verik. You’ve made loads of gold for our little mining town. Men come from all over to see you fight.”

 

      He walked past Verik and sat on the furs, a bulky bearded man with narrow, harsh eyes. “Now that you’re a free man, we stand to lose a lot of gold.”

 

      “I told you when you let me go, I’m not signing on again.”

 

      “I know. That was a pity. I had to kill a man because of you. A poor cloth merchant.”

 

      Khaliz smiled, looking more crooked than a coiled snake.

 

      “He was an innocent man. He had nothing to do with me.”

 

      “You argued with him at his stall. There were witnesses.”

 

      “I left him in good health,” Verik said.

 

      “Three witnesses will testify they saw you come back and go into the man’s house. He was found a little while ago with his throat slit from ear to ear. That was your favorite way to dispatch men wasn’t it?”

 

      “You fucking scum,” Verik said, heading for Khaliz. The two soldiers crossed their swords in front of him, stopping him.

 

      “You should have signed on again. You would have been a free man. All the bitch ass you wanted, gold, fame. You’re a fool,” Khaliz said.

 

      “I’m not fucking going back. I’ll die first,” Verik said, knocking the swords away.

 

       His talk was distraction. In his mind, all three men became targets. He could take all of them. He’d worry about getting out of the whorehouse later.

 

      At a nod from their commander, the soldiers lowered their swords. That surprised Verik.

 

      “Get the bitch,” Khaliz said.

 

      A soldier dragged the boy out of his corner and threw him at the commander’s feet. Khaliz pulled the frightened boy by his hair and pressed a dagger to his throat.

 

      “Please Sir. I’m nothing. Just a slaveboy.”

 

      “Shut up bitch,” Khaliz said, looking at Verik.

 

       He pressed the point of the knife closer to the boy’s throat, drawing a drop of blood.

 

Nahji cried out. “Don’t kill me - please.”

 

       “Your word that you’ll come with us or I’ll slit the whore’s throat,” Khaliz said.

 

      Verik had to get the boy clear before he could do anything.

 

      “Let him go. I’ll come with you.”

 

        Khaliz let the boy collapse to the floor. Nahji ran to the only safety in the room – Verik – and collapsed against him. He pushed the boy behind him, wishing he’d strapped on his short sword.           

 

      Seven men came running into the room, all big, hard men, their swords drawn. Ajef was one of them.

 

      “Get the fuck out of my whorehouse Khaliz,” he said.

 

      “This man is under arrest,” Khaliz said. “I’ll shut you down for standing in the way of the law.”

 

      “The law doesn’t say you can arrest a man inside my whorehouse. You think the Town Council will be happy you ruined my business? No business, no taxes – no gold in their pockets. Get out. I’ll send him outside.”

 

      Ajef was right. The Town Council wouldn’t be pleased. The taxes on Ajef’s back room gambling had made men on the Council rich.

 

      “You better send him out,” Khaliz said, leaving, motioning his men to come with him.

 

      “I have no use for gladiator scum,” Ajef called after him. “Get dressed,” he said, turning to Verik.

 

      “I’m not going back to the arena,” he said.

 

      “I’m not sending you back. Khaliz is scum. You served your time. Hurry up.”

 

       “Why are you helping me?” Verik said, fully dressed, his sword in hand.

 

      “Because the only difference between you and me is that you got caught.”

 

      It was a fair answer. “I want the bitch,” Verik said.

 

      “What?” Ajef said, standing in the doorway, looking down the hallway.

 

      “I want him,” Verik said, pointing to the boy sitting on the edge of the furs. “Here.” He gave Ajef ten fifty token gold pieces.

 

      “He’s yours,” Ajef said, hefting the weight of the gold in his hand.

 

      The boy ran to kneel at Ajef’s feet. “No. Let me stay Sir. I make you a lot of gold,” he said. Nahji grabbed his trousers, pleading. “Don’t sell me to him Sir. He’s a monster.”

 

      “Watch what you say about your new Master boy,” Ajef said, pocketing the gold pieces.

 

      Verik grabbed the boy. “Let’s go.”

 

      Nahji struggled with him, trying to twist out of his grip.

 

      “Stop it,” Verik said, annoyed. “Don’t make me hurt you. You’re mine now. Obey me and I won’t put anymore scars on your back.”

 

       Nahji stopped fighting and looked up at him. “You promise?”

 

       “Obey me and I won’t whip you like that. Don’t piss me off boy. You’ll be sorry. I promise.”

 

       Looking up into his dark eyes, Nahji knew that, for good or bad, Verik would keep his word. He let the gladiator take his hand and followed after him.

 

      In the whorehouse, at a signal from Ajef, two men went out to distract the soldiers. Within moments, they were fighting with each other outside the whorehouse, brawling on the ground. A crowd of shouting men gathered, blocking the view of Khaliz and his soldiers.

 

      Ajef led Verik and the boy through the whorehouse to a crammed storage room. He pushed an empty wooden crate over and stepped through the door that opened in the stone wall. Verik and Nahji followed into the darkness beyond.

 

      Ajef grabbed the two torches mounted on the wall, giving one to Verik.

 

      “This way,” Ajef said.

 

      Verik followed close, keeping the boy near.

 

      “Where are we?” Verik said.

 

      “Inside the mountain behind the whorehouse. No one knows how old these tunnels are,” Ajef said, peering into the darkness.

 

      They came to a turn in the tunnel and Ajef stopped. A river of water ran by.

 

      “Follow the water. It leads all the way out to the docks. You can get a boat there.”

 

      “What about Khaliz?”

 

      “Let me handle him. Safe journey,” Ajef said and turned back the way he had come.

 

       Verik and the boy walked into the deep darkness, following the river. The farther they walked, the hotter it was. They walked endlessly, sloshing through the warm water, surrounded by darkness. Verik pulled the boy on, thinking of how they’d get out of town.

 

       Up ahead a smudge of light surfaced in the liquid darkness; Verik smelled the sea. He pulled his sword, not knowing what to expect outside.

 

       They emerged into a dark, deserted alley. Night had fallen. He put his sword away; his black mark was bad enough. Nahji watched Verik rub dirt on his face, trying to make the mark look like just another smudge. No one would take caijeen on their boat.

 

       They walked down the narrow alleyway and came out on the busy docks. Verik chose a small ship and asked around for the captain.

 

       “Where you headed?” the man said, looking Verik up and down.

 

       “Emyhr. You going that way?”

 

       “I’m going to the island. You got to make your own way to the town.”

 

       “How much?”

 

       “Twenty five gold for you and the boy.”

 

       “No,” Verik said, turning to go.

 

       “How many men you think will take caijeen on their boat?” the captain said. “The patrols been here. You got a price on your head.”

 

       Verik turned on him, not sure what the man wanted.

 

       “That dirt don’t fool me,” the captain said. “Twenty five gold or swim. No one will take you.”

 

       “Why don’t you turn me in?”

 

       “To that Khaliz scum? Everyone knows you didn’t kill that merchant. You always fought with honor. I’ll take you. It ain’t none of their business what a man does when he’s served his time.”

 

       “You have my thanks,” Verik said.

 

       “I’ll take your gold instead,” the captain said.

 

       Verik counted out the gold and gave it to him. The captain let them on board and left to go finish loading his ship.

 

       Soon, the ship got underway. Verik sat down and pulled the boy between his legs. He wrapped his arms around Nahji, looking out over the dark water.

 

       Verik had heard about Naj Roh in prison. His mark wouldn’t matter there. They forgave everyone, as long as they obeyed The Ways of the temple.

 

       “We’re going to Naj Roh Sir?” Nahji said.

 

       “You’ll like it there boy. It’s a holy town.”

 

       Nahji knew about Naj Roh. No slaveboy wanted to end up there, where the

 

 

 

     

 

 

 

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      When we got to the beach we opened to boat shed and took out all the chairs and the beach lounges. Then I looked at the ocean. Two major things disappointed me that day. The first one was that there weren’t any waves. Not a single one. I realised it was the beach of a bay. Fuck I was pissed off! The second one I will leave until later because it will spoil my hot story. After I went for a swim in the waveless ocean, I decided to go for a walk up and down the beach in search of a hot guy. As I was walking I found fat guys, way too skinny guys, ugly guys, old guys, bald guys, hairy guys. I found every sort of guy except a hot guy. Not a single even half-decent guy! I was in hell. I kept walking but no guys came. I was so pissed off! No waves so no surfing and no hot guys. This was going to be the worst week of my life! I decided to go for one more swim before going home to jack off.

      When I got out I realised that the family that owned the boatshed next to ours (number 181) had just arrived. They were all shaking hands and talking. There were three guys and an older man. The youngest one was probably 16 or 17 then there were two others who were older. They went back into their boatshed, obviously to get changed. I so wanted to go in there and watch them all change but I resisted. I went back up to the boatshed and asked who they were. The youngest guy was 18. His name was Anthony. The next guy was 20, he was Jonathan and the oldest guy was 23, his name was Mark. The youngest guy suddenly ran out of his boatshed in only Speedos. He had a nice bubble butt which was bouncing with every step. He ran into the ocean and started to swim. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I set up my towel and started to “sunbake”.

      When he came out of the water, I watched him. He was FUCKING hot! His body wasn’t all that great... a little bit chubby but it wasn’t bad. I was transfixed. His Speedos were red and very tight. His hair was lengthy – about a few inches long, curly and brown. I think he was probably of Italian origin. He was fairly tanned and when I looked down at his bulge – my eyes widened. The bulge in his Speedos was HUGE! His cock must have been gigantic. I was so fucking excited! He walked back up the beach to the boathouse. He got a chair and moved near me. I watched him all day while I was sunbaking. I listened to snippets of conversation all day. I heard him telling his father that he’d be coming back to the beach at about 11:00 for a swim by himself when the beach was empty. I thought it was the perfect time to make my move on him.

      I went to bed at about 10:30. Everyone was in bed pretty soon after that. I snuck out of the house at about 10:45. Thank God nobody noticed. I suppose this is probably a good time to describe myself. I’m blonde, brown eyes, fairly tanned and nicely muscled. My only downside is my ass. It’s flat. But other than that I’d say I’m fairly hot. All I wore down to the beach was my board shorts. When I finally got to the beach it was about 11:10. There were street lights on which illuminated the beach well enough. I lay on the beach, looking for Anthony. I saw him swimming and started to watch him. After about ten minutes, he started to come out of the water. Shit! As he was walking out I realised he was totally naked. I looked around for his towel. I found it and lay on it, like I was sunbaking. I watched his cock as he was walking up the beach. His cock was gigantic! It was like 6” and he’d been swimming so you gotta add in the shrinkage factor! This guy also had giant balls. I got hard watching his cock and balls swing between his legs as he walked.

“Um...” he stuttered as he realised I was watching him.

“Hey, I’m Chris,” I said. “I’m Jason’s cousin.”

“Oh... well you’re on my towel,” he said.

“Really? Sorry I didn’t notice,” I replied.

“Well you are.”

      I looked at his giant cock. It was stiffening.

“You have a huge cock,” I said.

“Yeah... can you just get off my towel?”

      It was now that I realised I had a toughy on my hands. He was straight but I’d dealt with worse before.

“Can you please get off my towel?” He was starting to get annoyed and embarrassed but he was as hard as a rock. His cock was uncut but his foreskin went but when his cock hardened. It had to be 11” or 12”! I decided that talking wouldn’t help, only actions.

      I knelt up and moved over to his cock and put it in my mouth. I deep-throated his cock but couldn’t get it all the way in because it was so big.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Anthony yelled but it didn’t make any difference to me.

      I started sucking and bobbing my head up and down. Anthony started groaning whether he liked it or not.

“Oh God that’s good!” Anthony was now yelling pleasure. He was loving it.

      I kept sucking his big cock and started playing with his giant balls. They were slightly hairy and awesome! I then lifted up his cock and started to suck on his balls. I jerked off his cock while I sucked on his balls and my finger made its way to his ass. I started fingering his hole with two fingers.

      “Ohhhh God! That feels so fucking awesome! Aaaaaah... oooh... keep doing that! Yes! Yes! Keeping doing that! Oh God that’s soooo goood! Mmmm! Holy shit this is so good! Suck my cock now, my cock!”

      I licked his cock from the base to the tip. I started to lick and kiss his head. This was obviously too much for him as he put his hands on the back of my head and started groaning really loudly. Then he started to push my head onto his cock and he started to fuck my face. I was in heaven! The hottest guy ever was fucking my face.

“Aargh! I’m gunna cuuuuuuum!” He screamed as I felt his hot, sticky load cum down the back of my throat. I swallowed the first two spurts but was unable to swallow the ones after and just let them go into my mouth. He cummed about seven times in total.

      He lay down beside me but I still sat up.

“That was fucking great,” he said.

“We’re not finished yet,” I said. “You think I did all that without anything in return?”

      “So what do you want me to do?” he asked. “Oh my God I don’t believe I’m asking you this! I didn’t think that I was gay. I still don’t think I’m gay but that was fucking awesome!”

      “Yeah, well I have that effect on people,” I replied. “I wanna fuck you. You can fuck me when I’m finished but I wanna fuck you so bad!”

“Does it hurt?”

      “Fuck yes,” I replied jokingly before laughing. I laughed at the look on his face. He was completely shocked. “No of course it doesn’t. It feels so fucking hot that a guy is sliding in and out of you and you feel really hot coz you know he’s getting off on your ass!”

“Okay... but do you have anything that will make it easier?”

      “Nah, I didn’t bring my lube with me. Do you have condoms in your boatshed coz they’re lubed up.”

      “Um...” he thought about it for a sec. “Yeah I think so... I’ll check. I put some in there a while ago because me and my girlfriend fucked last year in this same spot at night like we are. But my dad might have taken them out or something.”

      He went over to his boatshed with the keys which were next to his towel. He opened it and rummaged through one of the drawers. Sure enough he pulled out a twelve-pack of condoms. He brought them out and threw them on the sand. I looked through the packet but there were only two condoms in there.

      “Jeez, you and your girlfriend were busy that night,” I said.

      “Yeah, well...,” he replied. “They’re extra-large, obviously so they might not fit you... I’m not sure.”

      I smiled and winked at him, “You’re so cute,” I said patronisingly.

      I slipped off my board shorts revealing my semi-erect 6” cock. I jerked it off a little to get fully hard. When it was totally erect it was 9”. Anthony laughed.

      “Okay, you qualify,” he said.

      Then he looked a little worried.

      “Are you going to shove all of that up my ass?” he asked.

      I laughed, “Of course, don’t worry it feels awesome!”

      I rolled the condom over my cock and got a tiny bit of the lube and smeared it on his ass and fingered it a little to get him used to the feeling. He was moaning in pleasure so he obviously liked it.

      “Kneel over,” I commanded. He obeyed.

      I positioned my cock near his tight virgin asshole. I rubbed my cock up and down his crack for a little bit which got him really excited.

      “Fuck me you hot cunt!” He screamed in passion. “Fuck my tight virgin asshole! You know you can’t get enough of this ass!”

      His dirty talk sent me over the edge in sexual passion and I rammed my cock right up his virgin asshole.

      “Aaargh!” he yelled. I couldn’t tell whether it was in pain or pleasure but I didn’t care I was all fired up and it was his fault!

      I started to slowly fuck his ass to get him used to it but soon I got sick of that and started thrusting my hips hard into his butt. My hips went “Thwack, thwack, thwack” against his hot, hot butt cheeks.

      “Your hot bubble butt is turning me on, stud!” I screamed in fiery passion.

      I kept fucking his sweet, innocent ass. I started to spank him while I fucked him. I reached under him and started jerking off his rock hard cock. My stomach and chest was now lying on his back. We started to kiss. His head reached behind him as we made out while I was fucking him and jerking him off. It would have been a very hot sight for anybody walking past, not that anybody would. I was so close to cumming when I felt his hot, sticky man-juices flow out into my hand as he cried out. I kept rubbing his knob when I finally sat up and took my cock out of his ass, quickly ripped my condom off and went around to the front of him. I started to jerk off. He realised what I was doing and opened his mouth. I couldn’t believe it! This hot straight guy was going to swallow my cum. Then he took hold of my cock and started jerking me off before also sucking on my cock. This just sent me over the edge and I spoofed in his mouth. I spurted nine times! The most I’d ever spurted before in my life.

      We both collapsed on the sand, naked, hard and drenched in cum. We were both panting heaps.

      “That was great,” Anthony said in between panting breaths.

      “Yeah...” I said. “You were fucking fabulous.”

      “Haha,” Anthony laughed. “You really are gay!”

      “Shuttup,” I laughed.

      “Well I’d better get home... It’s almost midnight,” said Anthony.

      “Okay,” I said.

      “I’ll see you on the beach tomorrow, yeah?” asked Anthony.

      “Of course... I wouldn’t miss you for the world!”

      He got up, put his red Speedo back on and got his towel and got into his car and went home. On the way home I reminisced the night’s fun I’d just shared with a hopefully converted straight guy but I still had the rest of the week ahead of me. I hoped Anthony would be staying for the whole week. He’d at least be there tomorrow...

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Not people, a person. Only a myth maybe, but a myth is still a hope.

            I had been told, by those who said they knew and those who believed, that the myth was real. The old men who sat out their days in the silence of the village below had assured me. When they had discovered that I was interested in their myth they had broken their routine for me, had spoken and had wished me luck in my search; a search which had brought me to a high part of the island.

            I could see nothing in this wilderness save for the sun battered rocks, the aggressive sharp bushes that clung desperately to life like they clung to the dry soil and the far away, flat sea that surrounded everything. It curved with the earth where it met the horizon and faded into the sky at some distant place that I would never reach. Nothing moved up there in the heated still hour, no wind to dry the sweat from my back, no breeze to tantalise me with a promise to cool, and no sound but for the beating of my heart.

            I was alone with only silence for company. Silence and hope.

            Until a rock moved. Somewhere above me on a slope something disturbed the ancient placement of shingle and pebbles. A stone that had been covered for centuries, rolled, jolted into life by the trespass of an alien foot. It trickled down to the path and settled into a new home, adjusted to its change in scenery and fell immediately back to sleep, there to remain unmoved for another thousand years.

            And then more joined it, jostling down the slope beside me and racing to find the best place on the path to lie and wait. An excited chatter of movement signalling that someone was coming down the slope, pushing the debris of time before them as they slid, side foot first, pushing history aside in their descent.

            He didn’t see me. He stepped down to the road with his back to me and, once recovered from the scramble, looked ahead. I said nothing. I had been told that if I were to see him then all I need do was remain silent, watch and accept the signs he would give me. My heart, recently recovered from my own scramble up to this point, began to work itself again. A light skip jolted it into action with the realisation that he had found me and, from then on, it worked to beat itself a steadier rhythm.

            I watched him.

            A young man, slender with strong shoulders, dark hair and bare feet. He wore a roughly made shirt without sleeves that fell free from the back of his shorts. Shorts made from a different, ancient material that held tight to his hips but hung uneven over his dark legs. In one hand he carried a crook, hewn from some long dead tree, gnarled and worn by time. But his hand was smooth, his skin young and unaffected by the harshness of his land. His other hand was raised to his brow, shielding the sun as he searched the horizon ahead.

            I just watched and waited for the sign.

            They had said there would be signs. I should learn to read the omens that the myth decreed would be there. All there was to do was know the signs and follow them. For once you can do that you can then find your treasure. Your dream, your destiny. Call it what you will. To find the thing you seek you must learn to read the signs that are there only for you.

            But I knew that he understood what I was doing there. I knew that he had seen me, had watched me climb the path to this part of the mountain at this hour. We were alone. There was nothing out there but our destiny. He was there for me.

            He bent to collect a stone and I watched as he placed it in his palm, turning it with his fingers and cooling it. He threw it ahead of himself and I watched it fly, saw it glint in the sun and spin as it flew. It soared high before falling back to earth, landing gently and in silence on the path some way ahead.

            And while I had been watching it, the boy had gone. I was alone again. Just me and the sign, the stone that lay shining and bright among its hard, grey companions on the path. I walked to the place and picked it up, put it in my pocket and looked at the road ahead.

            Now it wound to the left where before it had turned to the right. I followed it and descended for a while until I was shielded from the sun by tall Cyprus trees that had grown there only for me. The way became cooler, a breeze moved among the dark green above me and changed the light that dappled the path ahead, showing me my destiny in a display of white light and dark shade, always changing, never standing still.

            Until I came to a gate. A coarsely made collection of branches and dead wood, bound with rope to two standing stones on either side. There was no need for the gate, I could easily walk around the stones and continue on my path. But there was a gate and it was there for a reason. A sign. I untied the labyrinth of knots that bound it on one side and lifted it open. Stepped through, closed it, tied it and walked on.

            He was waiting for me among the rocks. They were not barren anymore. A thick covering of soft moss now grew where once the sun had baked. The earth beneath my feet was now pliable. The air was cooler and damp. On either side of me cliffs rose up, and above them the canopy of leaves now fully protected me from the sun.

            He had put his crook to one side and had discarded his clothes. He lent back against a moss covered boulder, his feet crossed, his arms by his side. And he looked at me while I undressed.

            He looked into me, saw what I wanted, knew what he had to give and lifted his arms, opened them and drew me towards him. His eyes, dark and compassionate, looked deep inside me and drew me closer. When he smiled I knew that I had known him all my life. He had always been there, in dreams, in idle thoughts, in places I had only visited in imagination, he had always been with me. I had just never found him before.

            His arms wrapped around my back and his hands lifted to rest on my shoulders. A slender finger brushed my neck as he pulled my head to rest beside his. He said nothing as he cupped my head in his hand and stroked my hair, calming me, bringing me down to the safety of the peaceful place he lived in. Our chests rose and fell together with our breathing and I felt his heart in its placid rhythm against mine.

            And then he moved my head to look at me again. We said nothing. Nothing was needed. We knew how this was to be. We both knew that this had always been meant. Our lips touched softly as we had always known they would, our breath mingled, and our tongues spoke silent words with each other as they fought and played together like long lost friends. His hands stroked my back, hard nails drawing lines in my flesh until they dropped lower, held me and pulled my hips closer to his. I did the same for him, felt the smoothness of his flesh and the strength of the muscles beneath as my palms travelled down to hold his perfect roundness. I stroked him as he did to me, as we kissed, as our groins met and rolled together.

            His hands came to the front and started stroking me there. Carefully, gently he felt me, drew me up in his soft hand, pulled me back, twisted me, toyed with me. And my hand explored in the same way. My fingertips plied on the solid smoothness of his flesh, felt the weights beneath, brushed through short, soft hair and covered all of him, squeezed, teased, offered whatever he wanted and brought his deep kisses further into me.

            We lay down together on the soft moss covered floor amid the ancient stones.

            His deep kisses were over me, hot and searching. Across my chest, pushing in against my nipples, around them, beneath my arms, down my sides, across my stomach, to the top of my legs, lower to my knees, he played on the tops of my feet with his mouth and with his hands. The pains from the journey were kissed away into numbness as his gentle fingers made circles on my flesh, as his mouth searched new places, started to travel back upwards all the time tasting me, feeding from me. Until he found my hardness with his soft lips and took me tenderly, slowly, deeply within him.

            We had done this before. In waking dreams he had come to me, lain me down, cared for me and loved me. But each time before had been imagination. Now there was only me and him and there was no mystery. His back arched high and powerful as he knelt before me, worshiping what he was doing, slowly, gently rising and falling on me as if in prayer. His hair was delicate in my hands, his cheeks soft and full as I felt them, as he rose and lowered himself around me and drank in all that he himself had once dreamed about.

            An age of time slipped by. The world beneath grew and changed but we stayed as one throughout. I lifted him from me, kissed him, tasted myself on his lips, lay him down and took his dark firmness into my mouth. Tasted him, understood the mystery of his life, and I knew him as I knelt before him and worshiped as he had done. I stroked the side of his slender length with my lips, circled my tongue around him, pushed back down on him and buried my face into the short, downy hair. Each time I rose and fell I would fall further, pulling his hips up to meet me, wanting more and more of him each time.

            And then we were apart, standing, looking at each other. I could still feel his heart beating against mine, but we were not touching. I could still feel him in my mouth, but we were not kissing. I could still taste all of his sleek, firmness but there was nothing in my mouth. We watched each other. His hands ran over his own chest, smooth and dark. They slipped to his groin, stroked his own legs, and held his own hardness. We stood still. Our eyes did the work. I looked into his and I could see his joy, I could feel what he felt. I knew what we were doing. We were laying together, each buried deep inside the other in some impossible way. He was mine. His slim, smooth hips were rising to draw me into him. He was feeding on me, sucking me into him, pulling at my back. And at the same time I was allowing him into me. Feeling him slide carefully in, not holding him too tight for fear of breaking him. And as I rode, he rode. Together in the same rhythm, in the same heartbeats, both of us giving what the other wanted and taking only what we needed.  

            Feeling myself slide slowly into him; feeling him under me. Feeling him draw gently out of me; feeling him with me. Having him sit over me; push down to take all of me. Having him hold me; pulling me back towards him. Holding him as I drive myself in; owning him as I take him. Holding him as he grows harder and stronger inside of me; being his as I let him have his dreams. And then both of us swelling, tightening, driving deeper into each other, ramming, abandoned, clutching, grasping, desperate, being inside him, being him.

            And then a slow rising up from inside and a starburst jet of explosion rocks us both, fills him, fills me, combines us, mixes us, melts us as one. And keeps bursting within ourselves until we have nothing more to give each other, until there is nothing left to learn, until the myths have all been dispelled. Until there is nothing left to disbelieve as all is true and he is real.

            Just the two of us. He lying across my chest, his ear pressed to my heart listening for the rhythm of my life and steadying it, teaching it. My arm across his back, strong and protecting, guiding him to where he has brought me. Where he has brought us. To the end of the lonely road.

            And there to lie forever with the ancient rocks, the magic and the mystery of the past. To stay together like this until we too become part of history, part of the landscape. Another two stones lying undisturbed in myth until another lonely traveller passes by and moves us while searching for their own destiny.

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