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The limo was where I expected it to be in the VIP parking lot of the airport serving the capital city of the forgettable southern state located between somewhere and somewhere else—for those of us from the West Coast most of these states down in this region are forgettable.



The Limo wasn t parked up at the well-lit side near the terminal but back toward the end of the lot and close up to some bushes on the side away from the terminal. No one was near the vehicle but the doors were unlocked. After looking around to be pretty sure I wasn t seen I quietly opened a rear door almost pushed into the bushes and slipped into the back seat. There was a pile of luggage on the floor near the center and I crawled over that and pulled a blanket over my head. This would have all been easier to accomplish—and not so warm and stuffy—if I hadn t been wearing a three-piece suit. These were the instructions though. Blend in. Do what you have to do and not be caught at it.



Some minutes later I heard the driver s door open and we were off. So far so good.



After an eternity of bone-rattling rapid speed probably on an expressway from the sound of vehicles passing and being passed and then slowing down to the stop-and-go movement of an urban area the limo stopped. The driver exited the vehicle. Several long minutes of silence. Then I heard the rear door on the other side of the limo from where I was hidden open and the vehicle settle as at least one person got in the back seat. There was considerable noise coming from beyond the confines of the limo while the door was open. The sound of a crowd—boisterous. It sounded happy. I burrowed farther under the blanket. This was no time to be seen.



Fuckin opera a deep gruff voice said as the door slammed shut and the sound of the crowd deadened. Some year we re gonna have enough in the coffers sos I don t have to attend these fuckin operas and perform for the Devonshire set. Right Steve?



Yes sir right. Another softer a little higher-pitched more refined voice.



I heard the driver s door open more crowd noise the seat I was wedged against puff back a bit a breeze of air and then the door shut and with a honk we were pulling away from a curb again.



You bring the latest budget proposal folder? The commanding voice.



Yes sir right here sir. The subservient voice.



And the plans for the new nuclear plant they want to put downstate. I promised I d look at those before Monday too. Fuckin power company. They said they were lookin at another state when they endorsed me. Now I m stuck with their fuckin fallout.



Right sir. They re right here. The plans I have them here in my briefcase.



Because you know we have to go straight to the airport from here. God I hate these unexpected trips to Washington. I d planned to have some foolin around time this weekend. Did cha cancel the hotel rooms at the Omni?



Yes Sir. And made reservations at the Mayflower in D.C. just as you asked. Two adjoining rooms.



I groaned to myself. This was supposed to be all over right here in this town. Well I d just have to adjust.



Fuckin opera.



A foot had come around the stack of suitcases and was nudging me in the thigh.



OK son you can come up now.



He was still talking as I came up from under the blanket and turned and with the dominant voice pulling me and turning me I plopped down on the limo back seat between two suits one on a bulky middle-aged man of noticeable height and one on a younger Harvard Law School grad type. Tanned. Well groomed. Quite good-looking.



There was no question who was in charge. The larger guy was already pawing at me. Prodding and feeling like I was the Pillsbury Dough Boy.



Well lookie what we have here. A real stud. Does his picture justice. Yes Siree a real hunk.



It was pretty dark in the car we were already moving out of the well-lit city center and onto an expressway. Back to the airport if I d heard right.



But I knew who he was. Client 11 was all that Leon had said when he gave me the assignment back in L.A. But he d said it in the hushed tones he reserved for the regular big spenders whose files were kept separate more private than the others.



I d seen him on TV. He d had his hat in the ring for the presidency in early primaries last year but had been weeded out as too folksy too reactionary conservative and from a state no one could remember and didn t particularly care about. He was the governor of that state though so he wasn t necessarily a nobody. And if he could afford what he was paying for me he most certainly wasn t a nobody.



Excuse me? What was that? I d heard him say something give some sort of command but I d been dreaming catching up on the situation. I liked to try to keep up.



I said whip it out son. Let s see your dick. Umm yes very nice. A good buy. Now suck on this.



My face was in his lap for most of the rest of the trip to the airport. His cock had seemed sort of shriveled—but quite thick—when I first closed my lips over it but it wasn t any time at all before it was a real gagger. And he was all business not only was he able to maintain a running conversation with his hunky go for assistant on schedules and the state of legislative bills but he was also able to get his hips moving and he jacked off in pretty quick order. When I felt him about ready to come I moved to pull my mouth off him but he just took my head in his strong beefy hands and held me down in his tool until he d spouted and I d swallowed it all and cleaned his cock for him with my tongue. Winner take all style. Sucking—and certainly ingesting—wasn t my favorite sex act. But when the client pays what the client pays for my services the client gets what the client wants.



After ejaculating the governor took time out from his busy schedule to stroke on my cock and to hold my head back against the seat with a fist in my hair and do some lip exploration of my neck and cheeks and mouth—and tongue and tonsils.



As we were pulling into the airport he left off and rapid-fired instructions at me.



Back under the blanket stud. After leaving Steve and me off at the jet ramp the limo will pull around to the baggage stairs. You can go up there while helping the driver to load up the luggage into the plane. There s a seat back in that compartment where you can sit for takeoff. When I let you know it s time to come into the passenger compartment be stripped down to your socks.



And of course it went as the governor instructed. The limo driver wouldn t make eye contact with me while we were loading the plane and he would jerk back whenever our hands made contact in moving the suitcases. It was like he wanted to be able to deny I ever was there like he was already contemplating his congressional testimony. A good move on his part actually I thought. It didn t bother me much. I d often gotten that from the hired help. On the other hand I often liked the hired help better than the client and I often wound up giving it to them for free. Sometimes I even did it in the spirit of rubbing it in the client s face—without him or her knowing it of course—that they had to pay big bucks and their cook or bodyguard got it for free. If they were arousing enough.



The driver was old and bald and pretty dumpy though so no regrets that I was invisible to him. Now Steve the Harvard grad flunky on the other hand . . .



When I was summoned after we were airborne and presumably flying northeast I was ready. And upon entering the passenger compartment from the baggage area I did a pose in the doorway. The usual pose for the client early on to give them a thrill. The governor only grunted and raised his bushy eyebrows a bit but I could see that he was impressed and happy because the front of his briefs tented right up. That s all he was wearing now his briefs. And in his current state of near nakedness he gave a first impression of being a big Russian bear. The man towered to well over six and a half feet and he had the bulk to match that. It probably helped him a lot in dominating his political opponents. It wouldn t take a genius to know what his likely sexual preferences were. He was a little on the hefty side just slightly paunchy but also heavily muscled. And black curly hair all over him.



Nice bod he said. And damn well it should be. You can tell your pimping managers that the last price hike has almost ejected their sticky fingers from my pocketbook. So you can start earning your pay right now. See that conference table up front?



I did. Not a very wide table because of the narrow fuselage of this private Jetstream but maybe four feet wide and seven feet long running down the center aisle from which regular airplane seats had been taken out. There were a couple of pull-up chairs with upholstery matching the plane seats on either side of the table. The governor was up there pulling them to the sides.



Steve meanwhile was sitting closer to me in a section of facing seats on my right. Still fully dressed in a smart dark business suit he was making like he was deeply involved in a stack of papers on his lap and he had a laptop open on the pull-down tray of the seat next to him by the window. But I could see that he was copping shots at me. He was blushing. I couldn t gauge whether he was interested or embarrassed by it all—but having seen it all several times before. All part of the job.



Well this is all part of my job too buddy was what I was thinking. But I was also think he looked interesting. A redhead more auburn than carrot though and very well put together—at least in a business suit. Slim hips wide shoulders good depth to his chest. Maybe we d just have to see about Steve. This governor was one client I wouldn t mind doing an upside-down social payment screwing job on. Much too self-centered and pleased with himself. He wasn t even from my party.



We re gonna use this table for a massage the governor was saying. There are towels and oil over here. Set the table up and then I want a massage. It s been a rough day topped by a fuckin opera. I want everything sucked after my muscles are unstressed. Fingers toes dick the whole enchilada. Chop chop. Earn your pay.



I pride myself on my full body massage and I had the governor as loose and as close to cooing as he would ever get short of an electoral college win. He particularly liked the finger and toe sucking. He d had the cock sucking before but I was more inventive this time and he had to grab my head by the hair and pull me off of him to keep from shooting off. This told me I was going to be topped and probably sooner than later.



A little later it turned out because he wanted to be fucked. I turned him on his stomach and licked into the cavernous gorge between his mountainous hairy buns and tongued him around the rim and into the hole until he was writhing under me. Then at his command I started to go up on the table and then remembered and looked around in the nearby plane seats.



Ummm. Where? Where are the . . .?



For what I m paying we don need no rubbers the governor muttered. They guarantee clean and I expect skin. Get up here. Fuck me.



And so I did. I climbed up on the table and straddled his hips and ran my engorging cock up and down inside his crack and across his hole again and again while he started melting and begging for it and I was getting hard enough to give him a proper fuck.



On the last downward pull of the cock I pressed it down as I started up again and the dickhead just plopped into the hole and I glided inside. He was loose and warm inside. He brought his rear up to my pelvis a bit off the table as dogs do when they present themselves and I had him grunting and groaning nicely in a long stroke session of deep slides and some rotating work.



Not being sure what he wanted me to do when I shot off I pulled out of him and ejaculated up the small of his back into a thatch of dark curly hair. He didn t object so I must have guessed right.



Right after that though he bounded right off the table and grabbed me and practically threw me into one of the facing seats across the aisle from where Steve was sitting and studiously pretending he wasn t seeing or hearing anything.



Scoot your butt down. Legs over chair arms. Now.



He was pouring oil on his engorged thick cock while he was saying this and I thought I d get at least some of the oil in my channel before he fucked me. But I was wrong.



He was crouched between my legs. The briefs had come off a long time ago. And he was squeezing and lifting my butt cheeks off of the chair seat pulling me up toward his pelvis. When he had the bulb of his dickhead rubbing at my entrance he just reared his hips back and thrust himself inside me and pumped me like an animal in full rut.



He had marvelous staying power and vigor for a man his age. And a thicker cock than most of my clients the strength and working of his cock inside me all the more focusing because I hadn t been opened up well before he was porking me and because I didn t often get the sensation of skin sliding back and forth inside me between my ass walls and his steely shaft. He wasn t cut. I enjoyed being fucked by uncut cocks. And as brutal and direct as the governor s fucking was I quite enjoyed it.



I wondered idly if Steve was enjoying it to. Not just being a limited voyeur to what the governor was doing to me since I saw no evidence that Steve was watching with any sort of attention or stroking himself while we were doing it but also turned on by the assault. I also sort of wondered if the governor fucked Steve too.



There was no wondering what he was going to do when he finally after a good half hour of vigorous pumping shot his load in one explosive victory celebration. He had brought his cock out to the rim of my hole for the event ejaculated into my entrance and then returned to pumping me for several more minutes. This wind-down session was actually the most pleasurable for me because there was extra lubricant inside me now.



I was summarily banished to the baggage compartment for the descent into Washington D.C. s Ronald Reagan airport just across the Potomac from the federal city.



We had two adjoining rooms at the Mayflower Hotel across town from the airport. I was booked in Steve s room under a name I barely had a chance to see on the register sheet in passing. The governor of course was alone in his room.



But not really alone for long. Once we were settled and I d taken a shower in Steve s bathroom the governor made clear I was going to be in his bed—and that he was going to get as much of his money s worth out of me as he could. When I entered the room I couldn t see him. He came in behind me and twisted my arms behind my back and propelled me toward the bed. He bent me over forward when we got there and pushed my chest down on the bedspread. He immediately started probing my canal with the fingers of his other hand which thankfully were lubricated. They were digging deep inside me and I was moving my hips for him and moaning and groaning just as I knew rough dominators liked. I was groaning for real though as he started working his cock in between the fingers without extracting them. And then he was plowing and riding me hard. That loose foreskin of his cock moving back and forth between the rock hardness of his tool and my sensitive ass walls.



An amazing man. Who could have thought that he could jack off four times that night while he rode me hard and into the wee hours of the morning? But I was used to this clients usually did do everything they could to stretch out every dollar they were paying for my services.



At dawn he threw me out of his room and I took another shower in Steve s bathroom and curled up on a loveseat by the television set. Steve was sleeping blissfully on one of the double beds in the room snoring slightly. He was sleeping in the nude and had thrown the sheets off. The cut of him in his suit didn t lie. He was in very nice shape and had a very presentable cock and two nice pouty balls. If my ass hadn t been worn out by the governor I would have put a move on Steve. But maybe I d get a chance later.



Later came sooner. I felt a cramp from all the work underneath the governor and uncoiled myself from an uncomfortable position on the love seat and walked over to the open door between the two rooms. I had been thinking of what the governor had said the last time he was fucking me from behind on the bed me on my knees and presenting to him with raised butt his slight bulge of a paunch rubbing up and down the small of my back and his hairy chest slapping against my shoulder blades and me hanging onto the headboard for dear life while he dug fingernails into my nipples and took me in long thrusts. He d said he liked me so much we d do some special fucking tomorrow night. I wondered what that meant and I didn t like surprises. So I d been drawn to the door with half a notion of going through his luggage to see what kind of toys he might have. He d do what he wanted of course but I liked to be prepared for the most taxing to come. I stood in the doorway leaning against the frame and taking in the room. Where to start looking first?



He won t be back until after noon.



I turned. The Harvard grad was awake. He was sitting up knees drawn to chin watching me. He hadn t covered himself and he was looking mighty fine. All reddish sheen and sculpted muscle. A half smile promising more if I worked it right. A lock of curly hair tumbling down toward one hazel-green eye.



He had some meeting this morning. He wouldn t tell me what it was. Rather strange. He doesn t keep much secret from me . . . naturally. The smile was broader now a little wry. A very nice smile. That s why we had to come to Washington unexpectedly today. But he did tell me that the meeting would take all morning. Said he wouldn t need me until after lunch.



Ah a great opening then. Than what could we possibly do while we wait? I asked giving him my best sheepish smile.



A slight pause.



We could order room service for starters.



Why isn t there enough service available in the room already? I moved into my best I m available lounging pose against the frame of the door and opened my smile up more for him.



His tone turned to regret. Nice idea but way out of my league. I make the governor s arrangements. I know what you cost. There s no way I could afford you.



You haven t asked what I d charge I responded quietly. Giving him my I m serious look.



Uhh.



Two condoms. Two used condoms. For you that s all I d charge.



He moved gracefully to me although I could see he was trembling with surprise and anticipation. And he moaned deeply as I knelt before him in the doorway and made love to his very nice cock.



He was on his back on the bed me astride his hips and rising and falling on his throbbing tool him gurgling softly undulating languidly and holding my hips in his hands for the first half of the payment. We took our time in the second half making love properly using all of our bodies and all of our tactile sensations. He lay full length behind me both of us on our sides and he explored my body with one hand as I turned my head to him in a long lingering exploring kiss and raised my leg to give his cock deeper access to my channel. I gave him the full treatment wanting it as much as he did after a night of mostly being just a hole for the governor to work to his private singular power trip.



The irony. The governor paying big bucks so that his harried assistant could get the better-quality fuck.



I was so pleased that I demanded a third used condom as my tip. I d sent him to the showers and then surprised him by joining him there turning him toward and facing me my back against the slick tiled wall. Then I hiked my legs up on his hips and took his lips in mine and groaned and moaned from him as he moved my back up and down on the tiles under the flowing water from the showerhead with the thrusts of his cock inside me.

He was dressing and I was drying off with a towel when we both heard the heavy knock at the door to the governor s room. The do not disturb signs were out so it shouldn t be maid service.



Steve turned to me put a finger to his lips and motioned for me to get out of view of the connecting doors. I gathered up parts of my suit and my socks and shoes and moved over to the door to the corridor and hurriedly dressed as Steve turned and went to the other door.



I didn t hear it all but I did hear the part about IRS agents and Checking irregularities and The governor down at our office and We understand you keep his accounts Mr. Horton and Please finish getting dressed and come with us.



I didn t want to hear any more though and knew I was just the spanner in the works that neither Steve nor the governor needed around here at the moment. I quietly opened the door to the corridor checked to see if the coast was clear which it was and closed the door again as silently as I could before moving as quickly and quietly as I could away from the door to the governor s room and toward the bank of the Mayflower elevators.



I wasn t worried about myself I always came prepared for the eventuality of needing a quick getaway and had plenty of resources to get back to L.A. And I certainly didn t give too figs for whatever trouble the governor had landed in. I was worried a bit about Steve though. Steve had been very nice.



And I worried about the ire of Leon my pimp. I sure hoped the services to the governor had been prepaid—and in untraceable money.

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After Edward

I miss him. Of course I do. But life as they say must go on for the rest of us so I don t talk about him much and my friends don t either not after the first few terrible months. I think about him though and I m pretty sure he thinks of me. I have no proof of this of course and I don t have any religious convictions except one and that is I don t think there s a god – well if there is he isn t a loving caring one who looks after the good and innocent and punishes the guilty. The world and the state it s in and the way people behave in it is surely adequate proof of that.



But there is a part of me that thinks that surely Edward and all that he was hasn t completely disappeared. Is he just there solely in the memories of his relatives and his friends and his lover – me? I suppose you could say that his influences on others what he did and said and wrote in the world lingers on. Perhaps he changed the lives of some people certainly he did mine and so that is passed on through me or through anyone else he touched and that I and they will do the same. So no one ever completely disappears though they may be forgotten.



Can there be more?



I would have said no but . . .



Well this is what happened. Judge for yourself.



A couple of months after Edward died I got a phone call from his mother. Now I must tell you that Edward s parents seemed to have no problem with the fact that he was gay. Actually mine said they didn t either. The thing was they (that s MY parents) preferred not to be reminded of it so we didn t really talk about my life my gay life that is. On the other hand Edward s Mum and Dad were apparently always ready to hear gay anecdotes the stories whether true or exaggerated that gay people tell either against themselves or to boost their self-confidence as regards sexual conquests. Of course he didn t go into explicit details but was quite prepared to talk of the gay life its ups and downs.



Hello dear she said (I m back with the telephone call now) Leonora here. And then as I didn t immediately respond because she was the last person I expected to hear from she added Edward s mother.



Of course I said it was just that I didn t expect you. How are you?



Bearing up she said and then in a lower more caring tone and what about you Mark. How are you coping?



As always I didn t really want to talk about it because thinking about Edward always made me tearful but I had to say something. It s difficult. I keep expecting him to appear round the corner in the street you know sitting in his chair in the front room. And then when he isn t or it turns out to be someone else I feel the loss more than ever. Strangely I felt better after that little outburst. From outside the window came the sound of traffic – life getting on as normal.



Leonora said I rang because I wondered if you d like some of his things things he left here but perhaps it wouldn t be a good thing. . . Her voice trailed away. Perhaps it would remind you too much.



I ve got things that were Edward s. Heaven knows the whole flat is full of things that were his or his and mine things we d bought together. I didn t want any more. But then I thought that I hadn t got anything of his that he d had before I knew him things that were pre our life together.



What sort of things? I asked.



But Leonora suddenly became almost secretive obviously considering that the idea had been a bad one. No Mark she said. It was stupid of me. It wouldn t help at all. It was just that Jack thought we should get rid of them and I didn t like the idea of just throwing them out or taking them to the Sue Rider shop. Forget I asked.



But if anything her trying to back out of the offer made me all the more determined to have them or at least to look at them and see if there were any that I d like to have.



I ll come round I said have a look. It s ages since we saw each other anyway.



Not since the funeral was the unspoken thought that I m sure both of us had though neither of us said it.



Come to dinner she said. Make an evening of it. Jack will be pleased to see you.



We compared diaries – mine was as good as empty but hers apparently was quite crowded. Eventually we decided on a date about two weeks in the future. She rang off and I was left alone with my thoughts.



Now you mustn t think that I d been deserted by my (that is our ) friends. After the funeral (to which so many of them had come) they d come round and asked me out all the time invited me to their houses for quiet meals accompany them to clubs for more noisy entertainments theatres cinemas trips to the country holidays abroad but I d excused myself from all of them and gradually the invitations had understandably dropped off. I don t blame them. It was all my fault and this dinner with Leonora and Jack would be the first time I had gone out since Edward died.



Work and home was my life and my activities at work weren t that successful. In fact I could have lost my job except that my boss was sympathetic but even he was beginning to get impatient. There were conversations which started Come on Mark you ll have to pull yourself together soon . . . or Don t you think you should put a bit of effort into . . . etc. I couldn t cope though and didn t even try.



The fortnight passed slowly. I refused an invitation to drinks at a guy called Ross s place. He got quite edgy with me in fact. You ll have to start getting out and about he said. This hermit-like existence isn t doing any good for you at all. Then he mentioned the name. I m sure Edward wouldn t have wanted you to behave like this.



At which I lost my temper. How the fuck would YOU know what Edward would or wouldn t have wanted me to do? I blazed and slammed down the receiver. Well that was one friend I guess I wouldn t be hearing from again.



After a while I realised that I d behaved like an hysterical queen and rang him up to apologise. He wasn t in or at least he didn t answer the phone so I left a message on his answer phone hoping I sounded suitably contrite but he didn t ring back.



Leonora and Jack welcomed me with open arms. I knew we d be talking about Edward so had prepared myself for it. Even so at the first mention I felt a jolt go through me like a dose of adrenaline.



Do you want to look at Edward s things first or have some drinks and the food? Leonora asked.



I mumbled that I d take a look and they took me up to his old bedroom. I d been there before of course. In fact it was in that room that we d first made love – no to be accurate had sex because he d trolled me back from a club while his parents were on holiday in the Algarve or somewhere.



It wasn t until a good bit later that I realised I was in love with him – and he with me.



The room was smaller than I remembered it. All the pictures (copies of Cocteau ink drawings) had been taken down the walls repainted a sort of eau de nil though if the Nile is really that viscous green I d be very wary of eating anything that had been caught out of it and the bed was unmade – just a bare mattress with I noticed some rather dubious stains on it which I and the parents studiously ignored.



We re clearing it out completely said Jack and turning it into an office for me. I work from home now you know.



I didn t but I nodded anyway.



It crossed my mind that they had got over their only son s death much more than I had. In a way I felt slightly offended but then wondered if they weren t doing the right thing. Getting on with their lives.



Edward s belongings were in a large cardboard box in a corner of the room.



We ll leave you alone to sort through them said Leonora. Take what you like. Everything that s left will be got rid of.



Don t you want anything? I asked.



We ve taken everything we want said Leonora. Some photos of Edward as a kid and one of both of you at that barbecue. I remembered the one – in fact I had a copy of it myself. Edward and I were standing side by side one of his arms round my shoulder and mine round his waist. He tall blond and slim me slightly shorter and darker. We were both wreathed in smiles and looked overpoweringly happy. So happy indeed that I d shut my copy up in a drawer as I couldn t bear to look at it.



They left and I started to look through the things. There were the Cocteau prints all drawn with that characteristic economy of line and more often than not an over large penis. I remember being slightly shocked when I d first seen them and realised that presumably Edward s mother must also have seen them when she dusted the room or whatever she did. Edward had laughed. Take more than that to shock Mum he d said.



Why he hadn t brought them with him when he d moved into the flat we shared I m not sure. Perhaps it was because we had wanted to get things that we d chosen together.



Anyway I took them out in their narrow black frames and put them on the bed. Six of them there were – a reminder of that first time we d fucked. Actually come to think of it I don t think we did fuck. We d both been a little nervous and the sex was very vanilla a bit of sucking and finishing off me with my prick between his legs and his in my hand. Then we d cuddled and fallen asleep until we sort of repeated the process in the morning.



There were some clothes obviously from his mid teens because they d never have fitted him or me at any recent time. I d like to have seen him as a gawky adolescent dressed in a bomber jacket and jeans. I d have been one too and if we d met then perhaps we could have had a longer time spent together. On the other hand at that age I was terrified that I was queer and was making every effort to pretend to be straight boasting about the girls I d been out with and what I d done with them. So I d probably have never even dared to speak to Edward if I had met him in those far-off days.



There were some books kids stuff really annuals. I d never realised Edward had once been interested in football and yet there they were the Arsenal year books for 1986 1987 and 1988. Some comics the Beano and the Dandy not the sort of lurid horrors you buy in today s comics but innocent adventures of Dennis the Menace Desperate Dan and Biffo the Bear. Get a good price for those now I thought but left them.



I thought that was the lot but then noticed that there was a bit of a bump on one side of the pile of comics hoisted them up and found a bear. Obviously it had been much loved. One of its ears was loose a glass eye missing and the fur was rubbed almost bare on its stomach. It had a sad hangdog appearance as the ear drooped over and the missing eye looked as if it was winking. In my mind s eye I could see the young Edward walking around dragging it by the loose ear but refusing to be parted from it. It smelled a little musty but not unpleasantly so and I knew that was one thing I d certainly take.



I went downstairs with the bear and the Cocteau drawings. The comics are probably quite valuable I told Jack and I ll take these drawings just so you won t be embarrassed taking them to the Oxfam shop.



Oh you ve chosen Teddy said Leonora. I m so glad. Edward did so love that bear. Once when he thought he d lost it he wouldn t eat for two days. Turned up behind the radiator though we never found out how it had got there.



Have a drink said Jack.



The meal s nearly ready said Leonora.



It was a pleasant evening but when I got home again I was even more depressed. Putting up the Cocteau pictures occupied half an hour but when I saw them lined up round the spare room which was really a euphemism for Edward s room which he never used as we both slept together in the larger of the two bedrooms I suddenly didn t like them so I took them down and shut them up in a cupboard.



It was nearly midnight but I didn t feel tired. I sat Teddy on a chair facing me across the room which sometimes was called the sitting room or the lounge or (geographically) the front room. Welcome to your new home I said and looked at the bear. Teddy winked at me. Well he was winking all the time I suppose but as I glanced at that missing eye it seemed as if it had suddenly shut. His loose ear hung over and he looked sad – as sad and lonely as I felt.



At about two o clock I was ready for bed and went. I pondered whether to take Teddy with me but decided against it. Edward might have slept with it but of course he d slept with me much more recently and taking my late lover s toy bear to cuddle with sounded too tacky for words.



I couldn t sleep and I kept thinking of that ragged toy sitting alone in the front room. Of course it had been alone in the box at Leonora s and Jack s for possibly years. Eventually I went and got it (him) and placed him on the pillow next to me. I slept like a log better than I had for some time.



I dreamed of Edward not an erotic dream but a sort of mix up of the first time I met him.



So it seemed that the dream was set in the library where Edward had worked and where I had taken out a gay book – The Swimming Pool Library by Alan Hollinghurst I remember He had looked at me and smiled that smile which that first time and forever after always made my heart jump and my throat catch. In my dream though I felt as if I was choking. Something was blocking my nose and throat and I struggled to wake.



And woke up to find the bear lying across my face. There was hardly any pressure from the toy and my feelings of constriction must purely have been psychological rather than physical. My panic died and as it did so I suddenly felt amused.



What were you trying to do? I asked looking at the bear which I now placed further down the bed sitting arms and legs stretched out its ear hanging loosely. It winked in the cool dull light of dawn. The green figures of my radio alarm clicked over. It was as good as time to get up. As I did so Teddy fell off the bed and I said Sorry before picking him up and felt foolish at apologising to a stuffed bear.



In the office I sat at my desk staring at a pile of work. The telephone rang. It was Ross my friend whom I d shouted at so rudely when he d asked me out and said that Edward would have wanted it. I immediately felt embarrassed for though I d rung him back immediately afterwards I hadn t tried again. But he sounded as cheerful and chatty as always. He was an incredible guy. He always knew what was going on though where he got his information from I could never understand. He d have been a Godsend to MI5 or any intelligence organisation. Perhaps he was. I wasn t sure exactly what he did for a job. I knew what he did for entertainment chasing unsuitable bits of rough trade and very successfully apparently.



Hear you went to see Edward s parents the other day he said. I hope this means you re getting out and about again.



How did you know? I asked. I d told no one and as far as I knew Leonora and Jack didn t know him particularly well though they must have met him at the funeral.



As I suspected he didn t answer but instead embarked on a long and lurid tale about some car mechanic who d come round to attend to a defect in his car (probably self-inflicted by Ross) and had stayed for wild raunchy sex. This had included a certain amount of S/M activity and ended with Ross being well and truly impaled on his huge (according to Ross) schlong so that he d scarcely been able to walk for the remainder of the day.



I laughed and realised that it was the first time for a long time when I d done so.



Come out Mark said Ross. It ll do you so much good. Somewhere quiet a few drinks perhaps a film.



With you nothing s quiet. You d probably be having it off with the projectionist and the whole film would grind to a halt.



Projectionists aren t nearly butch enough said Ross. They re almost professional class. Ugh. He paused then repeated Do come out. Weekend.



I wasn t prepared to commit myself but I was drawn. I ll ring you I said.



Any time day or night he said. If I m in the middle of extreme coitus I ll stop it for you – even make him take it out so I can chat to you normally.



I smiled again and attacked the pile of work in front of me with something like enthusiasm. My boss nodded approvingly as he saw the pile in the out tray grow by the end of the day.



That evening though I was depressed again. I opened a bottle of wine and had a couple of glasses. Over a microwaved Tesco frozen meal – chicken pasanda with pilau rice – I stared at the bear which was sitting at the other end of the table. He stared monocularly back at me. For weeks past I d been sad at living in the empty flat now I realised that I was bored as well as sad.



Shall I go out with Ross at the weekend? I asked. I filled my glass again and drank it down. It was fairly foul stuff but it did its job of deadening feelings.



Teddy said nothing though I thought his ear drooped rather more than it had before.



I still miss Edward I said. It hurts like hell. In a way it would seem like betraying him to go out and try to enjoy myself.



If anything the ear drooped even more.



What did you think of him? I asked. I suppose he just dragged you around by that poor old ear of yours. But you meant a lot to him. I looked at the bedraggled little monster. And he meant so much to me.



Teddy fell over. I swear I didn t touch the table or anything. He just toppled over onto his nose and lay there butt in the air praying to Mecca or perhaps to Jerusalem.



Oh you re just pissed I said and finished my glass. Teddy stayed where he was well what did I think? That he d get up again?



You re obviously not interested I said but I m going to phone Ross.



As it was the middle of the evening I didn t expect Ross to be in but he was and presumably alone. At least there was no groaning and panting in the background when his clipped and slightly effete tones announced Ross here at your service. How can I accommodate you?



Mark here I said. About this weekend . . .



Instantly his voice changed to one of seemingly irrepressible good humour. I m so glad doll he said. I promise you I won t do anything outrageous. In fact my sister will be here with her friend and we can send them out if you don t want company other than mine.



I hadn t been planning on extra people and I paused glancing up across the table where Teddy was. He was sitting up watching me. I didn t remember picking him up from his prostrate position but obviously I must have done. I was about to make excuses to Ross when the expression on the bear s face seemed to change. It must have been a trick of the light but suddenly it looked quite mean almost savage. Of course the thing didn t have a moveable mouth but it was almost as if part of its lip lifted into a sort of snarl.



OK I said to Ross. That will be fine and of course you can t send your family out. I ll look forward to coming over and meeting them.



We made arrangements as to times and rang off.



I looked at Teddy and the face was back to normal. I d obviously been alone too much.



I left the bear down in the kitchen and had a bad night tossing and turning remembering how Edward and I had fitted together in that bed so that even when we didn t have sex we touched and held each other and the first thing I always saw of felt when waking was his warm and affectionate body the smile on his face when he woke that smile that ever since the first time moved me to distraction.



The following morning Teddy looked disapproving as I made coffee and burnt some toast under the grill.



OK I said I m sorry I left you here. We can sleep together tonight. I almost blushed as I heard myself saying that. Thank goodness there was no one to overhear my foolish fancies but strangely enough having made that promise I felt better and I even took time to scramble some eggs to hide the burnt bits on the toast.

I ll be back about six I called back from the open door just as one of the tenants from upstairs was coming down the communal staircase. She didn t say anything but gave me a glance as if to show that she thought I d got someone indoors. My blush must have made me look guilty and I wondered whether she was thinking so soon after his friend s death and now he s got someone else .



I pondered on that as I took the Underground to the West End where I worked. Of course there was no one in the flat and no one likely to be but would it have been soon if I had wanted to bring someone back? It had been months since Edward had died. How long exactly? I worked it out. Seven and a half months give or take a few days. Of course some people mourned for years. Look at Queen Victoria. Her Prince Albert died in 1861 and she never really came out of mourning until she died in 1901 that was forty years though of course there had been the relationship with John Brown whatever that consisted of.



The train was full and I was strap-hanging surrounded by morning commuters who were forced into intimate contact. Some tried to ignore the intimacy others perhaps enjoyed the contact. I was suddenly aware that someone standing with his back to me was pressing his backside into my groin. I tried to move away but the crush was too much. I couldn t see the guy full face but from the back and side he was young and not unattractive. It was obvious that he was pushing intentionally. Though the train moved his body movement was much too pointed to be unintentional. I started to get an erection. It was months of course since I d had any sexual release or even wanted one. Now my body was reacting and the guy could obviously feel my hardness for he pushed even more and moved his buttocks against my cock. He turned his head and smiled. His hand snaked back and grasped me between my legs and I felt a sexual shock of pleasure something which I hadn t felt for ages.



I shouldn t be doing this I thought Edward wouldn t like it and then I realised how stupid that was. Edward probably would have liked it. He d have come home and told me what had happened and we d have laughed about it together. But of course nothing was going to happen here and the train drew into Green Park station people started to push to get out and it was my station anyway. I gave my friend a smile and he patted my cock before we parted forever.



I emerged into the sunlight. On the other side of the railings the grass looked green and lush. Parks are the lungs of London and this one was at the moment anyway overcoming the petrol and diesel fumes from the street. It was almost like being in the country. Some pigeons strutted on the grass and a blackbird sang in the branches of a tree. I suddenly felt the urge to walk in but of course I didn t.



My boss said Glad to see you re getting on top of the work Mark. I m looking for someone to visit our Dover branch next month just to check on things. If you feel up to it perhaps you d like to go.



I made enthusiastic noises feeling that I d been letting him down over the past months and that anyway Dover not a very exciting town but at least by the sea would be a change and perhaps a welcome one. I did quite a bit of work that day.



That night true to my promise I took Teddy to the bedroom and sat him at the foot of the bed. I d told him about the guy on the train and also about Dover and it seemed to me he d looked approving. I slept beautifully.



Saturday evening I went round to Ross s flat. His sister was an almost exact replica of him slim with dark short hair and deep blue eyes. Only his slightly squarer jaw line and obviously the masculine shape of his body made the difference. Polly and I are twins said Ross. I hadn t known anything about Ross s family our conversation over the years I d known him had usually been concerned with his conquests of which there were legion and snippets of gossip and information of which there were even more.



Another surprise was his sister s friend . Although Ross hadn t specified the gender I d assumed that the friend was a she. In fact it was a him and the most beautiful him I d seen for many a long day. He was a slim young man with glossy black hair the sort that looks good even when you ve just got out of bed in the morning after an athletic night s uninhibited sex. Even across the room I could see that his eyes were blue-grey those sort of very light come-to-bed eyes which I find very attractive. And he was gay. That was made clear right from the start when Ross introduced us and he came straight across and kissed me – on the cheeks certainly but it was more than a casual continental muah kind of kiss. It wasn t a come-on. just a generous greeting from one gay guy to another.



His name was Leander. And the three syllables tripped off the tongue contrasting strangely with my monosyllabic Mark.



After providing us with generous drinks Ross and Polly brother and sister disappeared into the kitchen to prepare the food leaving Leander and me alone. It was an obvious move and I felt slightly embarrassed but he was a pleasant guy – as well as being ravishingly good looking – so that we soon found ourselves chatting companionably together as if we d been friends for years. He told me about his job – he actually worked for the Forestry Commission and knew a fascinating amount about our native trees and the animals and plants that grew amongst them. We talked about Polly and Ross – I wondered whether looking after trees was a sufficiently butch occupation for Ross to be interested in but didn t quite dare ask that. Leander and Polly though had known each other since school days and had remained friends ever since – platonic he mentioned casually so I didn t need to ask. The only thing we didn t mention was Edward and I suspected that Leander and Polly had been well-briefed about that by Ross before my arrival.



We talked of our interests his were vaguely outdoor – he skiied every Easter in the Austrian Tyrol mine more bookish books and films and we occasionally coincided when he and I both admitted to liking American musicals.



The return of Polly and Ross bearing viands and more alcoholic beverages after what seemed a very short time interrupted our conversation and I caught Ross raising Leander a quizzical eyebrow to be answered by an ambiguous smile. No doubt they d be tete-a-tete ing after I left.



But whether it was a plan to get me back into the romance arena or not I enjoyed myself immensely. We had planned to go to a film but by the time we d finished the meal which took a long while because it was accompanied by the most salacious anecdotes of Ross s adventures which were if not sometimes a bit chilling – he took enormous risks – usually wildly funny it was much too late.



I must go home I said when I realised it was well after midnight. I haven t been out this late for months. It wasn t mentioned that I hadn t actually been out at all for months.



We must do this again said Ross.



And next time make the film said Polly.



We must indeed said Leander.



I kissed them all good-bye when the minicab arrived to take me home this time though Leander aimed for my lips.



Half-asleep I told Teddy about the evening. It was obviously my imagination but I thought he looked disgruntled when I had come into the bedroom alone. Though I d been sleeping well for the past nights I woke up suddenly. My radio alarm showed it was 3.23. Sleepily I reached out to the other side of the bed feeling for a warm body. Edward I said but the face I conjured up wasn t blond the hair was lustrous black and the eyes pale blue.



I was horrified that I could have been sexually aroused by a stranger on a train that someone I had met only the evening before could have supplanted the love of my life in my mind s eye.



Was I losing my memories of Edward? Obviously not because I could remember the things we had done together the big things like the holiday we spent in Florence and the small things like staying in in the evening me reading while he watched the TV.



The shape of Teddy at the bottom of the bed was silhouetted against the window lit by the street lamps from outside. I won t see Ross again I promised to the bear though when I said Ross I think I meant Leander .



I didn t think I d be able to sleep but almost immediately I dropped off. I dreamed of the time Edward and I had gone to Epping Forest that patch of woodland just outside London. It had been a beautiful day. We had wandered along the paths through the trees and eventually struck off into a thicker patch. There amongst the oaks and ash and beeches far away from everyone else we had made love on a grassy bank sprinkled with white wood anemones. This time though something was wrong. I reached out for Edward wanting to hold him close but he held up his hands. No he said. No!



The rejection made me feel almost sick something rose in my throat and I was choking. I awoke threshing around. Like the previous time Teddy was lying across my face. There was no pressure but as I pushed him away I couldn t understand how he d got from the bottom of the bed to the top. Perhaps I d kicked out in my dream and moved him – but a distance of five feet? And towards me? Impossible – yet how else could it have happened?



At breakfast the following morning Teddy looked distinctly cross. There were some frown lines on his forehead that I hadn t noticed before. What s the matter with you? I asked but he just glowered at me his one remaining eye looking almost balefully accusing.



I m going to Dover at the end of the week I said. If you cheer up I ll take you with me. That didn t seem to make any difference and I left for work without saying anything else.



In the Underground I looked out for the young guy whom I had met the previous week though whether it was to avoid him or to carry on from where we had left off I didn t want to ask myself. In any event of course I didn t see him.



I went into conference with my boss about what I needed to do at the Dover office – basically make sure that everything was running smoothly – the annual inspection he called it. The annual snoop they would probably think of it as.



There s a guy called Jim Daniels who will look after you said my boss. See you re all right. Show you around if you know what I mean.



I knew Jim Daniels from e-mails and conversations over the phone though I d never met him. His voice sounded sibilant and I thought he was probably gay. Was everyone trying to get me into bed with someone else?



So there I was in Dover on the Friday evening walking along the Marine Parade the sea on my right waves slowly rolling in and breaking tall Victorian houses mostly turned into hotels on my left ahead the road rising to the tops of the white cliffs and Dover Castle.



It had been a long day. Jim Daniels his gayness confirmed though not predatory – he had a long-established live in lover to whom I had been introduced – hadn t been the slightest bit upset at my probing into what was in fact HIS part of the business. What I had seen had been perfectly kosher. He was doing a good job and my report to the boss would be after I finished the job on Monday very creditable. Probably result in a rise for Jim.



He d been a good companion too taking me to lunch – with the boyfriend – at a very good vegetarian restaurant and offering to show me around in the evening. But I thought I d explore on my own in spite of Jim s protestations. In the end he d agreed given me a list of gay places obviously with a wink assuming that I wanted to do a bit of trawling on my own and wished me good luck.



I left Teddy in my hotel room which was like all hotel rooms comfortable enough but obviously a commercially decorated and furnished room with bathroom en suite. The evening was fine the air to my town-accustomed nostrils fresh and ozone tinted. Ozone of course is a gas given off by an electric discharge and has nothing to do with the seaside but the smell of the sea and probably rotting seaweed gives a deceptive imitation of the aroma. Gulls screamed and floated overhead in the air currents.



OK. I was lonely. I was away from home where I d been for months alone certainly but there surrounded by familiar objects so that I had been sad but not with this completely alone feeling. I wondered why I had refused Jim s offer which now seemed stupid but the thought of gay bars or clubs heaving with liveliness and mankind on the desperate hunt for a dream was equally repellent.



So I wandered along the street which was full it being still early evening of people on their various missions looking for a good time on their way to meet friends loved ones or perhaps equally lonely as I was.



My mobile phone rang. I had switched it on during the day in case my boss had wanted a private word with me rather than using the public telephone in the office and had forgotten to switch it off. Ross s number showed on the screen. For a moment I thought of switching it off without answering but after all he was fifty miles away and I felt the need to talk to someone.



Hi Ross I said sorry I haven t been in touch. Been busy.



But it wasn t Ross s slightly nasal twang that answered. Instead a voice I remembered and which gave me a jolt of alarm (was it?) or pleasure. Mark Leander here. Thought you might like to meet up again.



Suddenly I realised that that was exactly what I would like to do wanted to do. I m really sorry I said regretfully. I m not in town at the moment. I m in Dover. It s a bugger. I could do with some company. What was I saying? But I knew I was safe with all that distance between us.



And then of course I wasn t.



Dover he said. But that s just down the M20. I know it quite well. I could be with you in under an hour. Where are you staying?



I couldn t protest. Perhaps I didn t want to. The Kensington I said. It s in Townwall Street.



I know it said Leander. I ll meet you in the bar. Seven thirty at the latest.



And here I am. Waiting. Feeling slightly scared. I ve changed into a blue shirt and tight white trousers. I know they re a bit old-fashioned but they show me off to my best advantage I think. I told Teddy about Leander coming all the way from London and the frown lines have gone. Honest. And it almost looks as if the corners of his mouth have turned up a bit. Smiling? Course not but that s what it looks like. I don t know what Leander and I will do whether we ll go out and have a meal or go to a club or – possibly I ll ask him up to my room. I think that s what Edward hopes – I mean Teddy. What a stupid mistake to make.



I m really feeling quite nervous and shy which is idiotic. It s not as if I m a teenager on my first date. I m experienced know my way around. I won t stammer and stutter when I see him look gauche and terrified. I ll manage things with suave sophistication look him straight in the eye – and melt!



Oh God. Here he is just come in through the door. He s smiling. He s beautiful.

A couple of passionate kisses for hot twink\’s feet

After Work Ch. 01

The following story is 100% true it happened to me one night when I was 20.



I had just come home from work I was pretty tired but felt like watching a few movies. I grabbed a couple of titles from under my bed and went down stairs to release some tension. I m a tall well built guy but kinda shy. I live by myself and haven t had a solid relationship for about 6 months but have had numerous one night stands with both men and women although I do prefer women I will go for guys if they are attractive.



Anyway I went down stairs and took my clothes off and put a video in the vcr. I sat down and pushed play on the remote on came the video it was of two big guys fucking a sexy looking blond woman one guy was ramming her from behind and the other guy was being sucked off. This made me extremely horny so I started to stroke my cock. Then the guy that was being sucked pulled away and walked behind the other guy and started licking his hole this almost sent me over the edge but I managed to hold off Cumming. He put some gel on his cock and rammed the other guy deep in the ass as he was fucking the blond. I couldn t take it anymore but I didn t want to come so I put some clothes on and went to the bar in town.



I was so horny I didn t care were I got it from all I wanted sex. I walked in the door and looked around to see if there were any good looking people I didn t really see many there so I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. I was there alone for no longer than 10 minutes when I looked across and saw an older gentleman looking at me he was probably in his mid fifties so I flirted with him from a far for a while. He waved at me to come over so I grabbed my drink and sat next to him. His name was Greg and he was pretty solid looking with good taste in clothes. We talked for about 5 minutes before we started speaking what was on both of our minds we needed to fuck.



We got up and walked towards his car he said he lived near buy so we were to go to his house. He had a BMW so it looked like he earns a fair bit of money and was well off. We got in the car and pulled out of the driveway. It was only 50 metres down the road before I had his cock out and in my mouth. It was a beautiful cock smooth and fat and about 8 inches. I have a nice cock but its only 7 inches so not as big. But it tasted so sweet. He was hard in seconds as I was working my throat muscles around his big tool. He was steering with one hand and forcing my face down on his cock with the other. I ve only sucked cock a few times but by the sounds of his moaning he was enjoying it and was close to pumping his cum down my throat. I gripped his shaft hard and sucked his cock head with all my power and it was too much for him he pulled over and almost passed out with such an intense orgasm. He sent so much sperm flying down my throat it just wouldn t stop and I had to ram my face down on it to get it all. He started driving again as I licked his cock clean and put it back in his pants and zipped him up.



It wasn t long before we pulled up to his apartment but the drive seemed to take forever. We got out and walked along the path to get to his apartment. He unlocked the door and we both walked in. It was a huge apartment very modern looking but before I had any more time to admire the room he had grabbed me and pushed me to the floor and was kissing me deep. He was pushing his tongue in and out of my mouth like a dance. At the same time he was massaging the bulge in my pants and playing with my nipples under my shirt with the other hand. He stopped kissing me long enough to say I want your cock so we started undressing each other quickly because we were both ready for it.



Soon we were both naked so I lay down on the floor and he sits just above my knees. I closed my eyes and moaned as soon as I felt his warm velvet tongue engulf my prick. It was like he was an expert he would slowly go down to the base of my shaft so it was all the way up his throat then he would suck hard and pull up to the tip of my head then ram down and come up again. My head was spinning I was getting the blowjob of my life. He kept this up for about a minute before I was ready to come so he put the head inside his mouth and squeezed my balls. I started shouting and shaking as the sperm erupted from my cock and shot straight down his throat. He sat there with his head on my cock till it slipped out. Then he slid up and kissed me with some of my come on his tongue.



We layed together for about five minutes touching and kissing before he said get on all fours so I got up and got into position. He was behind me for a little while before I felt his tongue push into my ass it felt so amazing. Id never been rimmed before so it was a new sensation for me. He pushed it in and out and licked around my hole for about a minute then came to look me in the face and said that s for later. He then got on his back and slipped under me for a 69. My mouth straight away found his cock but I decided to take it real slow so that it would last longer. A moan escaped my lips as his he pulled my ass down so it would ram my cock down his throat he was so good at deep throating a cock. I found it so hard to concentrate on sucking him while he was assaulting my cock. He just kept pushing my ass down so that I was fucking his throat. Then I noticed something touching my hole it was warm and wet I wondered what it was while I was sucking I relaxed with the thought that it must have been Greg s finger massaging me but then with a ripping pain it drove into my ass with what felt like 8 or 9 inches. I looked behind me and there was another man about the same age as Greg. Greg pulled away from my cock and said I hope you don t mind I invited a friend his name is Jake I just pushed my ass back to meet more of his cock and rammed my mouth down on Greg s prick. They both laughed as Jake said man you ve found a live one tonight Greg.



I was in so much joy being stuffed in the ass and sucked was such a great feeling. They had it timed so well Jake would pull out and Greg would go up and then Jake would push all the way in and Greg would pull out. Greg shuffled up a bit so I looked back and saw Greg under Jakes balls licking him out. Greg pushed me up and got out from under me and Jake laid on his back. Greg grabbed me and positioned me over Jakes cock. He pointed it to my ass and forced me down on it by the shoulders and then Jake reached up and pulled me close to his body. I knew what he wanted to do. They were going to double fuck me. I was worried that it would hurt but real excited too. I could feal Greg squirting some lube onto my hole and then I felt the head press against my hole. I wondered how they hell they would both fit they both have good-sized cocks but I was too horny to care. Greg pushed hard with all his strength as I yelped with a half pleasure half pain feeling. My ass was so filled with cock I was in bliss. Greg worked his cock in so that they were both in full and then they started to pump up and down.



Every time one they thrust up it would hit my prostate and send a chill up my spine. I knew I wouldn t last long and the force they were both using I knew they wouldn t either. Greg wrapped his arms around my neck tightly and Jake grabbed onto my hair as I knew they would come soon the room was full of the sounds of us three screaming and grunting as I was suddenly hit by jet after jet of both of there come. We were all exhausted and collapsed into a pile of naked wet bodies. As soon as they recovered there breathing they both sucked on my cock and balls until I was coming over both of their face hair and chests. They sucked me off until I was soft and we fell asleep together.



Me Greg and Jake had more encounters together and I am so glad that I went to that bar.

Blonde guy gets plowed.

Lick My Luscious Low Hanging Balls!

John



My big furry nuts have been stewing in their own funky musky sweat all day while I worked on a construction site. My underpants are completely damp as it has been a scorcher of a day.



I m heading straight to see you. I know how much you love it when my balls are all sweat coated and ripe. I can t wait to see your pretty face with those luscious lips and your sexy brown eyes. If anyone ever wanted to see what hunger and desire looked like they only have to look in your eyes. It s making me hard just thinking about you standing there with your snake hips and snug jeans. Your body is smooth and lean and slender so very in contrast to mine but I know that you love the difference as much as I do.



I m already hard and my precum is gluing my cock to the front of my underpants. I know you will have a cold beer waiting for me and believe me I need it on a hot day like today. But I have a feeling I might have to wait for it. You will be waiting for me at the front door and will kiss me full on the lips as soon as I arrive. You don t give a shit about what the neighbours might think and your hand will already be making its way down the back of my shorts and between my cheeks.



I have to hussle you indoors before you make an exhibition of us both. I watch you withdraw your hand and sniff your fingers approvingly. I can see and feel that you are hard now and you just about drag me into the bedroom and start ripping my clothes off. Soon I m butt naked and kneeling on the bed with my furry ass in the air. You start stroking my hairy thighs because you know this gets to me each and every time. Soon I am writhing around on the bed and then you take my fat balls in your hands and start snuffling around inhaling my scent. You tongue starts to lick my salty balls and soon little happy gurgling sounds escape your lips as you busy yourself nuzzling my fun bags while tugging on my hard dick. Neither one of us will ever know why this gets you so hot but gets you hot it does.



You pull my hard dick right back and take it into your mouth but this position is uncomfortable for me and I struggle away. You let go of my dick but grab hold of my thighs and force your face into my crack. I always feel a little embarrassed about this the way you greedily eat my ass but I have a hard on that won t quite and I know you have too. Your hands have gone back to stroking my balls and I feel like I could erupt in a jizz spew at any moment. Your hot tongue teases around my sensitive ring and forces its way into my hidden depths. My cock is leaking long strings of excitement juice. Man I want you so bad I rock back and forth on the bed forcing my puckered asshole past your lips and tongue.



I moan softly when at last your wet finger probes my asshole. You withdraw your finger and work a little more spit into me. This time it slides in with ease and I start jacking myself off. The pleasure in my ass is so intense but I need more. I stroke my hard shaft hoping you will hurry up and slide that long beautiful cock of yours into me. My chocolate starfish my winking brown eye the centre of my being desires you. You take your time working a dollop of lube into my ass. I hear you pant and know that at last you will give me what I desire.



You enter me in one long slow push filling me to completion. I shiver at the intense thrill of having your manhood fill me up so beautifully. Your hands stroke my back as you gently start stroking into me. My ass responds to your gentle fucking and soon I am completely relaxed and ready to take the pounding I know will come. You slap my ass. A loud thwack echoes through the room. I gasp and you pull you eight glorious inches all the way out of me and slam back in. The power of your forceful fucking just about takes my breath away. My hand is going crazy on my cock now as I writhe about on the bed.



You fuck like a madman like I m your plastic blowup doll and I love it. Each stroke triggers a mini wave of pleasure to pulse through me. My balls are drawn up tight and each tug on my cock takes me closer and closer to the edge. Your sweat drips onto my back. I hear you murmur and then you start to pant this is followed by your bellow. My hand goes into overdrive. Tingles shoot up and down my inner thighs my cock is so sensitive now it can barely stand my own touch. You grunt and flood my ass with your warm ball juice as my own cock explodes in my hand pumping out a massive load onto your sheets.



Later I get to have that beer while you tell me all your news. You parade that tight little bubble butt of yours around in front of me and I look forward to giving you a deep drilling later that night.



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Ed



I always used to be embarrassed by the size of my balls. They just started growing one day and never seemed to stop. Whenever I m in a locker room or shower or something I always sneak a quick look at the other guys just to see how big their balls are and somehow I always seem to have the largest pair.



It used to make me feel like a freak or something that is until I met Dave. He is totally crazy about my balls and I know that he loves them more than he loves me but I don t care. What Dave loves most is to lie on his back and have me kneel over him. Then he goes to town playing with my smooth orbs and licking them. By the time his tongue is sore my cock is so hard that it has to have some relief.



Fortunately for me Dave loves it in the ass. He quickly turns over onto his stomach presenting me with his firm smooth ass. I lube him up quick cause I m such a hurry to blow my load. Dave s a real pro at getting nailed he doesn t seem to need much more than a moment or two of finger fucking. I lower myself into position and let my beefy cock into his ass. I wish I had more than five inches to give him but he says it is more than plenty and what he loves more than length is girth and that I do have.



Sometimes I don t know who is fucking who the way he moves that ass of his about on the bed. It is like his ass is milking my shaft it is just the most delicious thing in the world. All too soon I can feel my orgasm building. All I can do now is try and get as many strokes in as I can. You can only hold back the flood so long and my cock is just too sensitive. I take my last stroke and then world stops turning. I let out a loud grunt and my balls start to gush their creamy load. Dave wriggles about on the bed and drains the last drops out of me.



He turns over and I quickly jerk him off. Usually it take no more than twenty strokes and he is there sending up a jet of joy juice high into the air. It falls back on his belly and chest and I rub it into his skin before we snuggle up and go to sleep.



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Vince



Sometimes I get a little irritated with my low hangers like when I crush them by mistake or they slip out of my shorts. Sometimes I wish I could tie them up so they hung a little higher up and closer to my body. But there is one time I just love them.



There s this hotel I stay in from time to time when I travel on business. The rooms have just the best shower in the world. I usually hurry back from my meetings and turn down any offers of drinks or meals as I have a hot date with my shower head. I go into my room and pour myself a cold beer while I strip off. Just the thought of the pleasure I m about to experience has got my cock half hard. I pace up and down the room as I finish my beer. Then its time to hit the shower.



I get the temperature just right and set the jet on pulse. I lather up and clean out my crack wash my hair and do all the usual shower routines. Then I take the head off the hook turn the jet to fine and aim it at my balls. I can t tell you the pleasure this gives me. These little teeth nibble away at my balls making me feel quite weak at the knees. For once I am pleased to have such low hangers the extra skin provides more surface area to be pleasured by the warm water. My cock is fully hard without me having to touch it and bobs about in the spray. Steam swirls all around the shower room and the smell of tea tree shampoo fills my nostrils.



I tease my little rosebud with the warm needle of spay and feel seconds away from shooting my bolt. I ease the water away from my balls and put the shower head back on the hook while I lather up again. My hand glides easily up and down my crack and over my throbbing shaft. I m torn between giving myself a nice slow soapy wank or letting the shower head do it all for me. I take the shower head off the wall again and aim it at my sensitive cock head. I shudder as the pleasure courses through my body.



I aim the fine spray at my asshole once more it is like having a hundred pairs of lips all gently nuzzling at my sensitive pucker. Then its time to spray my low hangers once more. The roil around in the warm spray and start to draw up close to my body. I pinch my nipples and that little action is enough to trip me over the edge. I grunt out loud as I watch a rope of spunk blasting out of my cock followed by a second and third. I slide down onto the floor and let the warm water wash over me as I recover from the most amazing session.



Copyright 2005 Daniel Blue

believe me I need it on a hot day like today. But I have a feeling I might have to wait for it. You will be waiting for me at the front door and will kiss me full on the lips as soon as I arrive. You don t give a shit about what the neighbours might think and your hand will already be making its way down the back of my shorts and between my cheeks.



I have to hussle you indoors before you make an exhibition of us both. I watch you withdraw your hand and sniff your fingers approvingly. I can see and feel that you are hard now and you just about drag me into the bedroom and start ripping my clothes off. Soon I m butt naked and kneeling on the bed with my furry ass in the air. You start stroking my hairy thighs because you know this gets to me each and every time. Soon I am writhing around on the bed and then you take my fat balls in your hands and start snuffling around inhaling my scent. You tongue starts to lick my salty balls and soon little happy gurgling sounds escape your lips as you busy yourself nuzzling my fun bags while tugging on my hard dick. Neither one of us will ever know why this gets you so hot but gets you hot it does.



You pull my hard dick right back and take it into your mouth but this position is uncomfortable for me and I struggle away. You let go of my dick but grab hold of my thighs and force your face into my crack. I always feel a little embarrassed about this the way you greedily eat my ass but I have a hard on that won t quite and I know you have too. Your hands have gone back to stroking my balls and I feel like I could erupt in a jizz spew at any moment. Your hot tongue teases around my sensitive ring and forces its way into my hidden depths. My cock is leaking long strings of excitement juice. Man I want you so bad I rock back and forth on the bed forcing my puckered asshole past your lips and tongue.



I moan softly when at last your wet finger probes my asshole. You withdraw your finger and work a little more spit into me. This time it slides in with ease and I start jacking myself off. The pleasure in my ass is so intense but I need more. I stroke my hard shaft hoping you will hurry up and slide that long beautiful cock of yours into me. My chocolate starfish my winking brown eye the centre of my being desires you. You take your time working a dollop of lube into my ass. I hear you pant and know that at last you will give me what I desire.



You enter me in one long slow push filling me to completion. I shiver at the intense thrill of having your manhood fill me up so beautifully. Your hands stroke my back as you gently start stroking into me. My ass responds to your gentle fucking and soon I am completely relaxed and ready to take the pounding I know will come. You slap my ass. A loud thwack echoes through the room. I gasp and you pull you eight glorious inches all the way out of me and slam back in. The power of your forceful fucking just about takes my breath away. My hand is going crazy on my cock now as I writhe about on the bed.



You fuck like a madman like I m your plastic blowup doll and I love it. Each stroke triggers a mini wave of pleasure to pulse through me. My balls are drawn up tight and each tug on my cock takes me closer and closer to the edge. Your sweat drips onto my back. I hear you murmur and then you start to pant this is followed by your bellow. My hand goes into overdrive. Tingles shoot up and down my inner thighs my cock is so sensitive now it can barely stand my own touch. You grunt and flood my ass with your warm ball juice as my own cock explodes in my hand pumping out a massive load onto your sheets.



Later I get to have that beer while you tell me all your news. You parade that tight little bubble butt of yours around in front of me and I look forward to giving you a deep drilling later that night.



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Ed



I always used to be embarrassed by the size of my balls. They just started growing one day and never seemed to stop. Whenever I m in a locker room or shower or something I always sneak a quick look at the other guys just to see how big their balls are and somehow I always seem to have the largest pair.



It used to make me feel like a freak or something that is until I met Dave. He is totally crazy about my balls and I know that he loves them more than he loves me but I don t care. What Dave loves most is to lie on his back and have me kneel over him. Then he goes to town playing with my smooth orbs and licking them. By the time his tongue is sore my cock is so hard that it has to have some relief.



Fortunately for me Dave loves it in the ass. He quickly turns over onto his stomach presenting me with his firm smooth ass. I lube him up quick cause I m such a hurry to blow my load. Dave s a real pro at getting nailed he doesn t seem to need much more than a moment or two of finger fucking. I lower myself into position and let my beefy cock into his ass. I wish I had more than five inches to give him but he says it is more than plenty and what he loves more than length is girth and that I do have.



Sometimes I don t know who is fucking who the way he moves that ass of his about on the bed. It is like his ass is milking my shaft it is just the most delicious thing in the world. All too soon I can feel my orgasm building. All I can do now is try and get as many strokes in as I can. You can only hold back the flood so long and my cock is just too sensitive. I take my last stroke and then world stops turning. I let out a loud grunt and my balls start to gush their creamy load. Dave wriggles about on the bed and drains the last drops out of me.



He turns over and I quickly jerk him off. Usually it take no more than twenty strokes and he is there sending up a jet of joy juice high into the air. It falls back on his belly and chest and I rub it into his skin before we snuggle up and go to sleep.



==================



Vince



Sometimes I get a little irritated with my low hangers like when I crush them by mistake or they slip out of my shorts. Sometimes I wish I could tie them up so they hung a little higher up and closer to my body. But there is one time I just love them.



There s this hotel I stay in from time to time when I travel on business. The rooms have just the best shower in the world. I usually hurry back from my meetings and turn down any offers of drinks or meals as I have a hot date with my shower head. I go into my room and pour myself a cold beer while I strip off. Just the thought of the pleasure I m about to experience has got my cock half hard. I pace up and down the room as I finish my beer. Then its time to hit the shower.



I get the temperature just right and set the jet on pulse. I lather up and clean out my crack wash my hair and do all the usual shower routines. Then I take the head off the hook turn the jet to fine and aim it at my balls. I can t tell you the pleasure this gives me. These little teeth nibble away at my balls making me feel quite weak at the knees. For once I am pleased to have such low hangers the extra skin provides more surface area to be pleasured by the warm water. My cock is fully hard without me having to touch it and bobs about in the spray. Steam swirls all around the shower room and the smell of tea tree shampoo fills my nostrils.



I tease my little rosebud with the warm needle of spay and feel seconds away from shooting my bolt. I ease the water away from my balls and put the shower head back on the hook while I lather up again. My hand glides easily up and down my crack and over my throbbing shaft. I m torn between giving myself a nice slow soapy wank or letting the shower head do it all for me. I take the shower head off the wall again and aim it at my sensitive cock head. I shudder as the pleasure courses through my body.



I aim the fine spray at my asshole once more it is like having a hundred pairs of lips all gently nuzzling at my sensitive pucker. Then its time to spray my low hangers once more. The roil around in the warm spray and start to draw up close to my body. I pinch my nipples and that little action is enough to trip me over the edge. I grunt out loud as I watch a rope of spunk blasting out of my cock followed by a second and third. I slide down onto the floor and let the warm water wash over me as I recover from the most amazing session.



Copyright 2005 Daniel Blue

Sexy gay physician examines his patient\’s meat

I m A Bottom

A quick warning to anyone who’s about to read this: It’s definitely not going to be a story that’s very well written. It’s not that I’m aiming for a poor quality story but I write about as well as a gimp dances and I don’t really know how I’m going to go about telling all this. I figure I’ll start off telling a bit about myself and then just write down whatever comes to mind.



Well I can see how people would see me as a loser if I had to break down my life in a few lines. On the plus side I have a good social life a steady girlfriend and I don’t look all that bad. Then again the down side brings my skinny figure the fact that I barely have enough money to put gas in my piece of shit car every month I still live with my parents no job and no real future as far as I can see. I know it’ll never happen but what I really need about right now is something real good to drop down into my lap to get myself some money. That’s besides the point though. I’ve got a real easy going personality. Most people mistake my being a passive person for me being a real pushover. Not true though. What I am though is rather shy. A bit of a pussy too in the sense that I tend to back out of things a lot.



My sex life hasn’t gone any farther than the basic heterosexual exp with a few ladies until just a couple days ago. Well that’s slightly not true. My sex life with other people was the basic heterosexual deal. By myself I’ve experimented around with my body since I was about 16. Only lately in the last several months have I really gotten into it though. Other than masturbation I’m mostly talking about anal play. I was sixteen when I first slipped a finger in. I didn’t go too far into it then though I’d mess around with little objects that I could find around the house. Markers hotdogs a couple fingers and other things along those lines. Like I said I didn’t really get into it then. Hell until I was nineteen I’d only indulge in some anal play maybe once every couple months.



About a half of a year ago though I’ve been doing these types of things a great deal more often and pushing it so much more than I ever had before. Usually when no one’s home I’ll go into the bathroom with some lotion and lock the door. Either that or I’d wait until everyone was asleep and do it. Most of the time I’d wait till no one was home though.



A big reason I do that is because of the mess that always came with this type of fun.



– That brought something to mind and keep in mind I’m a little ignorant to many aspects of sex why is it that I’ve always got to stay in the bathroom to do anal play? The way things typically go is this I’ll take something in the bathroom with me let’s say it’s my Mom’s dildo and I’ll start to pump it in and out of me for no more than thirty seconds and then I can’t help but not hold back my urge to take a crap. Now up to this part it seems somewhat logical to me. So after I get off the toilet and clean off the dildo which always gets very dirty I start back up again. Normally the second time around it’s a minute into it. Then I’ll have to shit again. This’ll happen a good three or four times before each time I’ll get on the toilet while leaving the toy in the sink until I can get up to wash it off some I can just use the toy anyways I please. Now I may not be a bookworm when it comes to reading up about anal play but I’ve never heard of anything like that at all. I figure if I asked anyone about this they’d just tell me that it’s very common for me to get the sensation of needing to crap. That’s why I’ve tried holding out not letting up after the first or even after the second time on the toilet and just keep pumping it in and out of me. Almost every time I do that though it ends up coming out on its own making either my hand the floor or a towel very dirty. I’d love for anyone to respond to this and enlighten me. I’d be up for any suggestions discussion whatever. -



As I said I’ve been pushing things farther than I ever have lately. The biggest thing I ever use to use was my Mom’s dildo. It was about as average as it could be just like my dick. About six inches long maybe six and a half and not all that wide but not skinny or anything. That was very big to me until recently. I stepped up to things like bananas necks of bottles and the biggest yet are these very wide and somewhat short plastic bottles of soap I have in the bathroom. What sucks the most about them is that they are just as broad on one side as they are on the other side. So I had to be good and worn in before I tried. Now keep in mind my idea of very wide isn’t all that wide. It sure as hell seems like it when I’m shoving it into my ass though.



Normally when I did it late at night as I’ve grown a liking to over the last month I tend to work it in and pretty much just leave it in. I still make sure to keep a dark colored towel around which I use every time but it’s nothing like what goes on in the bathroom. What I’ve taken a liking to is getting myself loosened up then taking the soap bottle and using it as a butt plug. I’m not sure it works as well as a butt plug should but one thing I do know is that it’s a real challenge to get it in and then sit in my computer chair while it’s lodged into my ass. For the first few minutes of me sitting there I have some pretty funny looking posture. It eventually finds a place to stay in there. From there I’ll pay some attention to my dick. I’m a big fan of Literotica EasyGals and if I’m running out of things to look at I’ll go to TheHun.



It wasn’t until almost a year ago that I started looking at things other than the basic porn. Now I go straight to Gay Tran-sexual and Fetish. Those are the things I read the most. Sometimes I’ll look into Non Consent Anal and Incest every so often when the title seems appealing. All the reading and viewing of these genres is probably what provoked me to get into the anal stuff. And eventually I made myself a name on Yahoo that I decided to go around chat in. I’m sure you remember me mentioning I back out of things a lot well you can imagine how many times I was online and someone that lived near me wanted to hook up and I just closed the IM box over the last four months. Until a couple nights ago but I’m getting to that. If I went into those chats more than once every couple weeks I imagine no one would believe me when I told them that I’ve never been with a man yet over a four month time period I was looking for a first. I would like to clear up that despite my Odd thing is that I wasn’t looking for anything special. Well in a sense I was. Not special but specific. Every time they found out I’d never been with a guy they told me how they’d treat me really good make sure I like it blah blah blah. That’s just not what I was looking for. I wanted someone to say “I want to fuck you and then leave.” I didn’t want to go around saying that though. Don’t ask me why but it just seems… weird.



Then on Tuesday night it happened. He messaged me after I took my pager from my usual “Invisible” to “Available”. Out of nowhere came a message that I figure would wind up just like all the rest nowhere. With his consent I actually copied the transcript just so I could put it on this. If you’re not in the mood to read it don’t sweat it. I’m sure if you skip over it you can figure out what all was said.



tulsamaster_9: hey



tulsamaster_9: its been a couple months since i talked to you



(I don’t remember ever talking to this guy. He was on my list and seemed to remember me though.)



newbottomboy19: Hey.



newbottomboy19: Ya . I know. I don t really get online all that often.



tulsamaster_9: thats cool



tulsamaster_9: so whats up?



newbottomboy19: Not much. What s up with you?



tulsamaster_9: sitting here looking for something to do. or maybe i should say someone to do lol



newbottomboy19: heh .



tulsamaster_9: when was the last time a man fucked you real good?



tulsamaster_9: u there?



newbottomboy19: Sorry bout that.



newbottomboy19: Well never really.



tulsamaster_9: No one pop that cherry yet???



newbottomboy19: Not as of yet.



tulsamaster_9: you have a face pic?



tulsamaster_9: your ass looks like it just got rammed for hours in your pictures



newbottomboy19: That bottle is the biggest fucking thing I ever got in me so it made me swell up a little bit that night.



tulsamaster_9: cool



tulsamaster_9: you have pictures of your face?



newbottomboy19: Not on this computer.



newbottomboy19: I have some on my other computer though.



tulsamaster_9: i dont fuck ugly people



tulsamaster_9: go get on your other computer.



newbottomboy19: I will here soon.



newbottomboy19: Right now I m doing these Window s Updates.



newbottomboy19: I ll get on the other comp as soon as I m done though.



(That’s a lie. I don’t have another computer. I just didn’t feel like telling him “You can’t have my face pic.”)



tulsamaster_9: what do you look like?



tulsamaster_9: im 37 195 6 0 brown hair blue eyes



newbottomboy19: 19 6 1 165 brown hair and brown eyes.



newbottomboy19: as soon as I m through with this*



tulsamaster_9: are you ugly?



tulsamaster_9: because i can get any boy i want so i dont waste my time with ugly people



newbottomboy19: Eh I m pretty normal looking. I d like to think I m not ugly.



tulsamaster_9: you done yet?



newbottomboy19: soon



tulsamaster_9: now?



newbottomboy19: I m just installing it all now.



tulsamaster_9: what are you doing tonight?



newbottomboy19: Nothing really.



tulsamaster_9: want to meet up with me?



newbottomboy19: Where do you live?



tulsamaster_9: 51st and riverside u?



newbottomboy19: 21st and Mingo.



(We were about six or seven miles away from eachother.)



tulsamaster_9: you know any secluded areas we can go to?



newbottomboy19: Not really do you?



tulsamaster_9: what about any alleys?



newbottomboy19: Nope.



newbottomboy19: What re you looking to do anyways?



tulsamaster_9: i just wanna fuck you and leave



tulsamaster_9: I want to fuck you hard



newbottomboy19: Hmm.. that s exactly what I m looking for too.



tulsamaster_9: so lets hook up.



tulsamaster_9: i need to see your face



newbottomboy19: Here I think I might have a pic on this comp. I ll put it on my profile.



tulsamaster_9: damn not what I was expecting!



newbottomboy19: Sorry?



tulsamaster_9: no in a good way



tulsamaster_9: most people who dont put there face in profile look freaky



newbottomboy19: Ok then..



tulsamaster_9: you look fucking hot though



newbottomboy19: Thanks.



newbottomboy19: So you re really wanting to hook up like tonight?



tulsamaster_9: yep but first



tulsamaster_9: do you have ads?



newbottomboy19:?



tulsamaster_9: aids or anything like that?



newbottomboy19: No no no I m clean.



newbottomboy19: Now that you bring that up though I want to use protection.



tulsamaster_9: good answer



tulsamaster_9: i believe you to so i think i will fuck you bareback



tulsamaster_9: to ease your mind though ill pull out



tulsamaster_9: cum all over your face



newbottomboy19: How big are you anyways?



newbottomboy19: It s been a while since I even did any anal play so I m pretty tight.



tulsamaster_9: Im about 7 inches long and ive got really nice girth



tulsamaster_9: dont worry ill make it feel really good when i fuck you



Well that’s enough of that. Copying and pasting the conversation seemed like a really good idea that night and earlier today now.. I realize it’s not the best way to go about writing this out. Of course there was a little bit more of the conversation where we worked out some details. I ended up agreeing to meet him at a Quick Trip and find a secluded park. Just for the record this guy drove a pretty expensive truck and I couldn’t help but wish that he’d try to pay me to do something. Sucks that he didn’t though. So we agreed on the place I bought myself almost an hour to get ready and drive there. Why an hour just to drive three miles you may ask? I wanted to clean myself out so that when it came time for him to fuck me I wouldn’t have to shit and he wouldn’t get so messy. So my plan was to first use the bathroom then find something small to stir things up inside me with then do it again a few times until I thought he could fuck me without my shit getting everywhere. I made sure to use something very small so I could keep tight for him.



So it was about fifteen till midnight and I started my way out of the house trying not to wake everyone up got in my car and drove to the QT. When I got there I saw the truck that he’d described to me with him leaning up against it. The picture he’d shown me on the net was of his face only so when I saw him standing there all of his stats made sense. He was exactly as he’d described to me semi-tall and had plenty of weight. Much of which was in his belly. I got out of my car and got in the passenger side. Without a word he was in the drivers side and starting off towards a park we thought might be empty enough for us.



I saw him glance over at me a couple times initially but still we hadn’t talked. That all changed once he started to unbutton his pants. After he’d wiggled around enough and got his pants and boxers down he looked over to me and said “Why don’t you come over here and get your first taste of some cock.” I unbuckled and leaned down in the seat until I was face to face with it. “There you go. Wrap those bitch lips around it.” I won’t lie to you. I wasn’t eager in the least bit. Fact is: I was nervous as fuck. I surprised the hell out of myself just by showing up. Now that I was there I couldn’t really do much about backing out. So I brought my hand out to the base of his shaft to touch my first cock other than my own for the first time in my life. He wasn’t lying about being thick. It’s true that he would need some coaxing before his cock became erect but even being as short as it is it was one thick piece of meat. I’m jealous. I’d been stroking it for a good ten or fifteen seconds before I finally licked my lips and brought them down to the head of his cock. First I started in with my tongue getting it acquainted with every bit of the head of his penis. Then I brought it along side his cock and started to move my lips down his shaft. I only went down a couple inches on his semi-hard cock then brought my head back up and repeated this several times each time keeping my tongue on his cock to message it as best I could. I hear that guys give the best blowjobs which makes sense but in my case I knew I wasn’t doing anything for this guy that hadn’t been done better for him before. Oh well though.



So I kept dropping my lips down a couple inches on his cock and then back up sucking hard each time I rose up. Somewhere in the process his hand dropped to the top of my head. After a minute or two he started pushing my head down a little bit more than it was before which I resisted at first. There was a reason I only dropped down a couple inches I was kind of afraid that if his cock touched my throat it’d gag me till I vomited. I did give in a little bit though dropping my head down three or four inches on rigid cock. I figured it was a good compromise. I always read about guys deepthroating cocks and what not but the few times that he did try and push my head down farther than it was it hit my throat and provoked several long and hard gags that I didn’t think I would recover from. Thankfully he let up and just stayed satisfied with what I was doing. After another minute or two the truck started to slow down until we came to a stop. “This looks like a good place” head said as he started lifting up on my shoulder suggesting I get up.



I leaned up from his crotch and looked around at a completely dead park. It was great. The way the park was made the only neighboring road to the park was a long ways away so if we did see anyone coming into the park while we were busy we’d have time to zip up. “Ya’… where do you wanna’ go?” I said as I looked around for any benches or tables.



“I figure I’ll just lay you out in the bed of my truck.” With that he turned off the lights and made his way to the back of the truck. I followed him back to witness him drop the tailgate and motion for me to sit up on it. I jumped up into a sitting position while he let his pants go letting them drop down around his ankles. “Take your pants off man.”



Yep. No way out now. “Ok.” I kicked my shoes off real quick then dropped my pants to the ground. He leaned down to pick up the pants and slid them under the small of my back as he suggestively pushed my chest back until I was laying down on my back with my ass hanging out of the bed holding up my legs as best I could. I was a little turned on by the situation. Unfortunately it didn’t show. I was so nervous my dick was as small as can be. Beside me was a small tube of lotion that he’d brought with him. He started off applying some directly onto my ass with his finger rubbing it in. He didn’t really press into me right away. He went back for a little bit more lube before he brought his finger back and started to push it in. It was a really awkward situation. I was just laying there flat on my back looking up at the sky while for the first time in my life my ass was being fingered by someone else. In time I started looking more at him than the sky. He took his finger out for a moment them came back with both his fingers starting to push in. This wasn’t painful or anything but not near as smooth as just his one finger. Normally when I do two fingers it’s not much. I have rather slender fingers this guy on the other hand had the fat type.



No more than thirty seconds later he took his fingers out and started lubing up his cock. After a moment or two of this he stepped up to me. “You ready?”



Trying not to sound as scared as I was I replied. “Ya.”



“Alright then boy. Get ready to take this cock up your ass.” He said placing the tip of his dick against my virgin hole. I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip bracing myself for what I imagined to be some serious pain coming my way. He started pushing in very slowly. Right from the start I knew he was going to stretch me out and cause me some real pain. It took a few seconds of pushing before the head of his cock popped into my ass. He had the type of cock that had a huge head on it. Lucky me. So with my teeth clenched I let out a muffled groan. I could feel the pain pulsating throughout my entire body. He kept pushing the rest of his shaft into me until he was about five inches deep into me. He stayed there for a minute and started wiping the lotion off along the side of my leg. When he’d got rid of most of the lotion he brought his hands up to my ankles and lifted my legs up a bit higher than they’d been when I was holding them. He kept them there as he started to bring his cock out to about the head then push it back in. He did this slowly for a short while letting me adjust to the size of it. For this I was very grateful.



He eventually started pushing in deeper until I could feel his hair tickle my ass every time he touched me. It felt like his dick was pushing into my stomach each time this happened. Then his pace started to quicken a little bit. I was still feeling an intense pain when he pushed into me but I was yet to feel any pleasure. “So how’s it feel boy? You like me ripping open your ass with my fat cock?”



First thing that came to my mind was to lie to him but I didn’t like it. “It really hurts” I said to him between groans. The way I said it made me sound kind of constipated..



At this point he pushed his body against me hard sending a sharp pain through my body “You just need to learn how to take cock like the bitch you are.” He pulled back hard and started pushing in faster than before sending just a little bit more pain throughout my body than earlier. “Come on boy get into it.” He said slapping his body against mine. “Jerk that cock.” I obediently brought my hand to my soft dick and started rubbing up and down as best I could considering it was about as small as it could get. It took me a minute to get it just a little bigger with him slamming into me but once I did things got a lot easier from there. My ass even started to hurt less. And just like I’d read his dick started to rub something inside me that did feel pretty good. Made my cock grow to its full potential. So there I was vigorously jerking my cock while he slapped his body into mine about as fast as he could.

I could feel myself wanting to come after just a few seconds of this but he interrupted the feeling with “Take off your shirt.” So I reluctantly took my hand away from my cock and pulled my shirt over my head. Now play with those nipples he commanded. This part I wasn’t so excited about. I just really wasn’t into playing with my nipples but it didn’t really hurt so I brought my hands up and started working them in a way I figured would please him. I only did this for a few seconds before I returned one hand back to my cock which was crying for attention.



I started working my cock as best I could trying my hardest to come when I he started pushing in harder and faster until finally he popped out of me leaving my ass with a very empty feeling and leaped up into the truck kneeling down with a knee on both side of my head and his dick pointed straight at me. “Open your mouth” he said with urgency as he brought his hand down to his cock to finish himself off. It’s true I wanted to be safe about it but fuck I’d already gone bareback and I wanted it too bad. He yelled out in pleasure as the first stream of his cum sprayed out and into my face followed by another with a little less force this time landing in my mouth and on my chin. A couple more shots of cum sprayed across my face as he leaned in closer until his cock was at my lips. “Alright boy now you can suck the rest out of my balls and get all this shit off me.” It’s true even with all my efforts I’d left him with slimy streaks of my insides. I was in a very willing mood that night which was a mistake so I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and started sucking. At first all I could taste was the remaining cum left in his dick as I flicked at his piss hole with my tongue. That along with the cum he’d shot in my mouth gave me a very sour taste.



I’d tasted my own cum before. I always ended up spitting it back into a cup less than a minute later and then washing my mouth out as much as I could. His cum tasted a lot better on the other hand but if I had the choice I would have tried to spit it out. So as best I could I swallowed his cum. With it being cum and all some of it lingering around in my throat. Then he started to push in with his dick trying to put more than the head past my lips. It was dark out there so I couldn’t see how much of my insides on his shaft but I could sure smell it. And it smelled foul. I started to open my mouth to protest leaving no resistance for the shit covered dick. He pushed it into my throat and left it there while I protested with my flailing arms and groaning. After a few moments he took his cock out of my mouth leaving me an aftertaste that I don’t care to experience again. “How’s your shit taste boy?” he asked before pushing the head of his cock back into my lips. Naturally I closed my mouth before he had a chance to get in. He rubbed the tip of it from side to side until finally trying to persuade me to open up. “Come on boy. It’s almost over. I mean it’s not my fault you didn’t clean yourself up before you came over here.” Like I said I was in a very willing mood so I parted my lips and let him slide his cock in and out of my mouth this time he didn’t push in so far. “Use that tongue to clean it off boy.” Just like in the truck I ran my tongue along the sides and bottom of his shaft as he lightly face fucked me. This was by far the worst taste I’d ever experienced. After a minute or so I guess he was satisfied with what I’d done. At least with that half of his cock. “Ok now finish up at the base.” He commanded as he lifted up his dick by the tip leaving me to finish the job. I opened up my mouth and brought it up to the base of his dick and started cleaning off what was left. He didn’t make me clean this part as thoroughly as the rest of his dick.



So after another minute of this torture he finally lifted up and hopped out of the bed. I was left with cum all over my face and the taste of my insides in my mouth. He got between my legs and looked up at me. “You ever tasted your own cum?”



“I have a couple times” I replied suspiciously. That’s when he started rubbing his hand up and down my dick until finally I couldn’t hold back anymore. He pushed my cock so that he could catch the cum with his hand. Then he got me to sit up and held his hand out in front of me.



“Come on. Lick it up.” I really didn’t care to do this. Not in the least bit. But oh well. I leaned forward and sucked the entire puddle of cum into my mouth and showed it to him laying on my tongue. “Good now swallow.” And to finish things off. I did. Gross stuff if you ask me. Maybe it’s just because I’m not use to it. He took me back to my car and I drove home.



So that was my first experience with a guy. I know I said a lot of bad things about it and I completely believed them at the time too but overall I could definitely go for another ride. I’d enjoy nothing more than some feedback from as many people possible. About anything. E-mail me to tell me what you thought of the story to talk to me about anything to enlighten me making me a bit less ignorant or anything really.

Ass-loving twink nails his cute boyfriend doggystyle and a-bucks him on a couch

The Dog Groomer

Right off the top I ll make quite clear that I m not a dog person. I m a cat person. You don t have to walk them and they can be on their own for a weekend without chewing up the new sofa. But my wife thought we needed a dog—because we lived in a ripe for ripping the rich folk off golf club community she said. But I know it was really because Libby next door got an Irish Setter so naturally we had to have a Wolfhound.



Well Wolfhounds are high maintenance and I made quite clear to my wife from the get go that this was her dog. In retaliation she decided that the dog would substitute for me everywhere except in her vagina. She still made quite clear that my cock was top dog in that kennel.



And when Angie gets involved in a project she goes the whole distance.



This is just a preamble to bringing the dog groomer on the scene. Which is what Angie did two sessions into taking Grrr (her name for the dog not mine) to an expensive dog obedience and grooming college. After listening to all of the introductions on how to acclimate our high-strung purebred to his home environment (presumably so he doesn t start gifting us with pungent symbols of dissatisfaction and disdain on the floor of the front foyer) Angie decided that our home had to be evaluated as to its suitability to Grrr s needs and for advice on how to bring our 4 000-square foot $2 million hovel up to dog code. So she paid the extra fee for the dog groomer to make a home visit and inspection.



On the appointed day I retired to poolside in disgust separating myself entirely from anything to do with Grrr—or my wife concerning her current project. I heard them in the house and I hit the pool and did enough laps that I thought I d toned up so well on the spot that I d just slide out of my Speedo. Then I pulled myself across the pool tiles and collapsed on the lounger and promptly went to sleep.



I woke to voices under the patio table umbrella nearby. Angie and the dog groomer had come out to the pool area to discuss the grim details of our home s deficiencies as a dog safe haven.



When I opened my eyes I saw that he was staring at me—talking to Angie but having as much attention as he could muster plastered to me as I lay there in my skimpy Speedo. I knew that look. He was interested.



I slipped my dark sunglasses on and gave him a look back. Very presentable he was. Not a pretty boy or a muscle stud by any means. But very presentable. And he had a shy look about him which probably went over as well with the dog owners as it did with the pooches. He wasn t a limp wrister either despite anything I would have assumed or because I had caught him checking my assets out which if I don t mind saying were a whole bank vault full.



I watched him as he talked to Angie and I liked his look and his manner. I could see how he d be good at handling dogs. He showed every evidence of being good at handling people too. And the longer I watched him the more I became interested in being handled by him and handling him in turn.



Who knows who we are attracted to what alignment of the stars and circumstance makes us want someone. I don t know and I don t care. I just know that from that brief look at Cliff Marsden the dog groomer I wanted him.



And I soon could see that he felt the same way about me. He took a sudden interest in Grrr that went way beyond even Angie s interest and almost bordered on the unhealthy I thought.



For three weeks Cliff found every form of excuse he could to drop by the house to give us this or that little thing that Grrr needed before their next grooming session or to consult with Angie on Grrr s progress (which was almost nonexistent as far as I could determine). And each time as I saw him walking up the driveway I found an excuse to be minimally dressed and just walking through the house wherever they were consulting. I made more trips to the front foyer in those weeks than I ever had before—and not just to clean of the inevitable present from Grrr that I usually found there. Angie I m sure thought Cliff was interested in her and she was mildly flattered. But I knew those looks he had given me. I knew when a man was interested in me.



This couldn t go on forever I thought and Cliff was certainly playing out as the shy kind. There was nothing shy about me though. So I took the dog by the collar so to speak and made the first move myself. I set up an end-of-the-day appointment for a grooming of Grrr with Cliff. He was grooming the dogs at his home in a downstairs room that obviously served as mud room winter storage of the outside furniture and laundry room—in addition to his dog work room. It was white tiled floor wall and ceiling and it looked somewhat like an operating room with a sloping floor and drain in the center and everything. I m sure it was ideal for whatever he had to do with the dogs none of which I really had any interest in hearing about. I was a cat person.



Oh hi Mr. Blade he said when I arrived. I m surprised you came instead of Mrs. Blade. And where s Grrr?



I just bet he was surprised to see me instead of Angie I thought. He probably had been able to tell right off the bat as I stretched out in feline fashion on my pool lounger that first day that I was a cat person.



I made the appointment Cliff I said as I moved into the room making him retreat before me toward the alcove with the washer and dryer. And Grrr won t be joining us either I said.



I don t understand. What . . .?



I think you d agree that Grrr is the nervous type I said and then I added a bit more maliciously than I intended And I think that Angie might be a bit too high strung to watch us fucking too.



Excuse me Mr. . . . He was too shocked for words. But I was the very direct variety.



You need no excuse Cliff. You look just fine. And that basket of yours looks nice and bulgy too. I ve seen how you look at me. Don t you think it time for you to stop making house calls and for us just to do it?



I had him backed up against the washing machine now and with one hand I was working the buttons on his shirt and with the other I was unbuttoning the fly to his shorts. He was stammering and yammering. But he wasn t stopping me.



I went into a lip lock while my hands ran across his body exposing more flesh and rubbing it and gliding from one sensitive spot to another. I had him pushed into the washing machine. He was rigid at first in his confusion and not believing that this was happening so fast not believing it was happening to him at all. But he warmed up fast enough and soon his hands were opening up and peeling away my clothing and gliding along my body as searchingly as I what I was doing to him. He thawed completely to me and was devouring my mouth now and making loud animal-like sounds.



His yammering served to summon forth a small collection of pooches who trotted out to the grooming room from all parts of his house and politely formed a semicircle around us making up an attentive appreciative audience. I don t know if Cliff minded the audience but I thought it was kind of cute. I almost wished they d brought their wallets so I could charge admission.



We were both naked as the dogs now if not as furry—although Cliff did have that nice chest pelt playing ring-around-a-rosy with his pert nipples one with a silver ring in it and trailing down his torso into his bush. I lifted him up and slammed his nicely rounded butt cheeks down on top of the washing machine and started my lips on a journey down that trail.



Mind the machine Cliff managed with a gasp. It s about broke as it is.



Oh? I asked suddenly quite interested. In what way?



It bucks and rumbles. Practically moves across the floor.



That was good to know.



Then I continued on my tonguing journey down into the bush. Cliff gasped again when I possessed him fully with my mouth and he made little urping sounds that had the dogs perking their ears up as I worked his cock with my lips and tongue.



All shyness was gone and he was fully into the experience now so I pushed his back against the machine s control panel and came up on top of the machine with my knees on either side of his thighs grasped a pipe running along the ceiling above the machine with my fists and pushed my pelvis toward his face. Cliff got the drift of where I was going with this and worked my cock big and moist with a very soft and inviting mouth. The dogs wagged their tails and had their hinies thumping against the white tiles of the floor and were licking their chops in empathy with the work we were doing on the washing machine. I remembered to be ever so thankful that none of them were attack dogs—Dobermans or Rottweilers—with a protective instinct for their daddy because I was surely worrying his mouth with my poker.



When I d worked up a good stroking rhythm of my own I took one of my hands off the pipe and punched the washing machine button turning it on. As Cliff had promised it began to rumble and buck—and it added a good bounce to my fucking of his face.



He was gasping and screaming between swallows and gagging for me to fuck him for real so I went back on my haunches a bit pulled his legs around my hips and drew his pelvis in toward mine. I glided inside him easily enough which told me that this all wasn t exactly new to him and more or less assured me that he really had been signaling his want of me and was just too shy to be more direct about it. Shyness wasn t one of my problems however.



The machine reached a particularly rumbling cycle as I bottomed out inside him and we both had quite a long and wild ride before our own little show for the canines was over with me spilling my seed deep inside him and him flicking his all across my belly and the top of the washing machine. I had his head flapping back and forth and his eyes wildly revolving around the grooming room and his howling setting off a chorus from our audience. All very satisfying for performers and onlookers alike.



After that I hauled him upstairs to his bedroom and laid him out on his bed on his belly and then laid him extra specially well and hard and deep and long. The dogs joined us on the bed and although they didn t exactly participate in my debauching of Cliff for a second time they certainly sat around panting as much as he did and looked very sympathetically on probably thinking that he was in some sort of painful fix as much yelping as he was doing.



I went away with a lip-smacking appreciating for the charms of Cliff and an agreement on a time for a repeat breeding session. I made but one request—that he not get his washing machine fixed for a while. I wanted to take both it and him for a ride again soon. The dogs were a good audience. But as nice and polite and attentive as they were I think I m still a cat person.

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New York Agent Ch. 03

Hiya yes I know it s no excuse making you wait this long but I m writing this as I go along and unfortunately I don t get as much time to write as I used to. Luckily for you guys that should change in the near future and you should see stuff more often. I ve also interrupted this story with two others and I work on all three as inspiration hits me. In the mean time look out for my other stories!



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Chapter 3



Getting up from the floor and following Reilly down the hall daze Jake wondered what the hell just happened. Seeing Reilly enter the guestroom he was surprised to find the door slammed shut in his face.



Reilly? Jake asked softly through the door.

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Go away Jake.



What s going on?



Please Jake just go away.



Not knowing what to do or what to expect Jake walked back to his bathroom and fished through his jeans for his cell phone. Walking back to his room he sat down on the chair looking through the window and dialed a number he become very familiar with over the last few weeks but this time it wasn t Reilly he was calling for.



University Hospital. May I help you?



Yeah could I maybe speak with Dr Simms? It s about one of her patients.



Please hold while I page her. Jake heard the annoying music in his ear and waited for almost two minutes before thank God for his sanity the music finally clicked off.



Julie Simms.



Jules. It s Jake Jake fox.



Jake? He could hear the fear in her voice. Is it Reilly? What going on?



It s is kind of. Listen Julie sorry to worry you at work but Reilly just freaked out and I don t know what to do. Jake was annoyed when he heard Julie s chuckle.



Julie I m glad I can offer you entertainment but I laughed at Reilly and he freaked and now he locked himself in my guestroom. A little help please. Jake knew he was rambling but he was becoming more and more upset by the second.



O shit Jake. What were you doing when you started laughing? Julie suddenly asked.



We were fooling around kissing and stuff ya know. Jake mumbled suddenly shy.



And? Julie wanted to know.



He asked me what happened to his robe the look on his face I couldn t help it. I started laughing. That s when he freaked.



Jake have you and Reilly talked about Scott? Reilly s ex. Julie asked.



No why would we? I figured Reilly would tell me when he ready.



Jake I can t tell you. It s not my place and I don t think I know all the details but I think you should get Reilly to tell you exactly what happened with him and Scott. You ll also understand why he freaked out because of the laughing.



But . . . Jake started but Julie cut him off.



Look Jake I have to go. The ER is paging me. I ll call you and we can catch up but I have to go. Talk to him Jake. Bye.



Before Jake could even echo the goodbye Julie had already hung up.



Fuck I wish Jos was here. Jake swore out loud. She d know exactly what to do and say.



***



Down the hall Reilly was also on the phone.



Thanks for taking my call. When Julie told me about you I thought it was false hope but anything you can do will be massive.



No worries. I will need to speak to everyone involved though.



I guess you ll get the best Intel from me and Jake. Jordan there s something else you need to know. Reilly hesitated.



Could we maybe arrange a meeting? Jordan asked.



I think that would be best. Reilly and Jordan agreed on a date and time for their meeting and Reilly assured Jordan he would bring Jake along.



When Reilly hung up he s thoughts were on Jake. I m going to have to explain my little drama queen act.



***



Reilly finally talked to Jake but the conversation was strained and tense but Reilly finally got Jake to agree to go see Jordan and Cheyenne.



Two days of unbearable silence and tension later Jake and Reilly went to go see Jordan Colt. Jordan was in their operations room explaining the situation to his staff while Jake and Reilly was in the company boardroom with Cheyenne Jordan s wife. Cheyenne with her blonde hair could easily pass for Reilly s sister they looked so much alike.



Reilly looked at Jake with a mixture of sadness and longing. Wishing he could tell Jake how he felt but afraid it would be too much for him to handle after hearing what exactly happened that day at the villa.



Reilly looked at Cheyenne and saw a frown mar her beautiful features.



Mr. Fox? She tried to get Jake s attention.



Can I get you anything? Jake either ignored or didn t hear her because he kept on pacing.



Reilly looked up and saw the look on Jake s face knowing he was about two minutes away from tearing the place apart. When Jake walked passed Reilly grabbed his hand. Stunned Jake questioned Reilly.



What?



I . . . Reilly thought for a moment wondering how Jake would feel about making their relationship public but Jake beat him to it.



Rei talk to me. What s going on?



Nothing. I just I m worried about you. Jake sat down in the chair next to Reilly but turned his body towards Reilly s. Reilly caught a glimpse of Cheyenne s face. Her smile told Reilly she didn t mind their display of affection. Reilly refocused his attention on Jake.



You need a hug? Reilly asked.



Yeah probably as much as you do.



Jake tugged Reilly forward and before Reilly could blink he was sitting in Jake s lap tucked into his body and to tell the complete truth at that moment Reilly didn t care that some one was watching.



I m so scared. Jake whispered against Reilly s chest.



Reilly felt rather than saw Jake give in to his emotions.



Reilly wrapped his arms tightly around Jake s shoulders and pressed his head to the top of Jake s where it rested against his chest.



Shhh it s ok. Reilly soothed in a low voice. Jake lifted his head and looked at Reilly. Reilly s heart broke at the look in Jake s eyes. Reilly took Jake s face in both his hands.



Don t stop believing my love. Reilly whispered and pressed a soft kiss against Jake s forehead and pulled him back into a fierce hug.



Cheyenne looked at these two men and saw the love the felt for one another. All her misconceptions about gay men flew out the window as she saw these beautiful big men cling to one another.



She quickly and quietly got up not wanting to intrude in what seemed to her a private moment.



She laid a hand on Reilly s shoulder.



I ll leave you two here. If you need anything just ask Jessie out at reception. She come get me when you guys are ready. She whispered softly.



On silent feet she left the boardroom and Jake and Reilly was alone.



Jake didn t even notice Cheyenne leaving he clung to Reilly as if the world was coming to an end. To Jake it truly felt as if everything was tumbling down around him and that there was nothing he could do about it.



Reilly sat in Jake s arms for nearly ten minutes before one of them moved or spoke. Jake looked up into Reilly s face.



I need you. Jake s words were a whisper but it was fierce.



I m right here was Reilly s response.



You have no idea of how much I need you right now. Jake s voice was broken.



I do I need you the same way. Reilly looked into Jake s eyes and realized that he wanted him. Badly. Conflicting emotions ran through him as he argued with himself. How could I want to make love at a time like this? He asked himself.



Rei . . .? Jake s voice was just above a whisper.



I can t do this. I don t think I m strong enough. Reilly saw tears run down Jake s cheeks and his heart shattered in about a million pieces.



Oh Jake. Don t give up now. Please. You re stronger than you think. Reilly pressed against Jake and Jake buried his face in Reilly s chest. We ll find her you need to believe that.



Clutching Reilly to him Jake didn t hear the door open. Reilly looked up into shocked green eyes of a beautiful raven-haired girl.



Jake . . .? She spoke in a little voice. Kind of fluffy and thick with emotion. Reilly doubted Jake heard her.



Reilly pressed his lips to Jake s ear and whispered.



Jake there s someone at the door that would like to speak to you. Jake held onto Reilly tighter. The girl stepped forward and placed her hand on Jake s shoulder. Instinctively Reilly know exactly who this woman was and he smiled beatifically through his tears. Reilly immediately understood that she needed Jake to know she was here but Jake wouldn t let him go.



Reilly looked over his shoulder into her tear-filled eyes and nodded once lifting his hand to her.



With a sob she launched herself at Jake s back and Reilly engulfed her their embrace. She held on to Jake so tightly Reilly thought she was never going to let go. Jake finally noticed the sobbing woman plastered to him. Then he heard her whisper.



I m sorry baby. I m sorry for not telling you the truth. She whispered.



Jake lifted his face from Reilly s chest and turned to look at her over Reilly s shoulder.



Jos? Baby girl where have you been? Looking at her with sad eyes Jake untangled himself from Reilly. They both stood and looked at her. Jake could tell from the look on her face that she was partly to blame for disappearing.



I know stuff Jake. I saw things that normal people like me shouldn t have to see. That s why I had to go I had to get away where no one could find me. Jos was talking so fast Reilly had trouble keeping up with her.



Slow down Jos it s ok. Tell me. Jake took her in his arms and pressed him to his chest.



Jos took a shuddering breath and then continued.



The NYPD got involved somehow and sent this guy after me. He found me. I don t know how. Jos looked into Jake s eyes.



Jake if he can find me they will to. I had to come back. You have to help me. Jos was sobbing by the time she finished.



Who s this guy that found you? Who are they ? I need to know. You need to tell me. Jake asked holding her to his chest once again rubbing soothing circles on her back. Before Jos could answer a voice came from the door.



That would be me. Reilly looked up and gasped in shocked surprise. All the blood in his body rushed to his feet and before anyone could react he crumpled to a heap on the floor. Jake was at his side in an instant.



Reilly! Rei!!! Wake up baby! Jake shouted to get Reilly to come round. Reilly opened his eyes slowly hoping he dreamed what just happened. He looked towards the man standing behind Jos and groaned.



I thought you where dead? They told us you died. Reilly voice was a whisper.



Looks like I didn t little brother . . .



To be continued . . .

White boy gives blowjobs to a couple of black pimps and rides cock like a horny slut

Less Surprised But Abused Again

I drove home again on autopilot my mind in a whirl with a procession of thoughts of the various cocks I had received both orally and anally re-living the events of the evening. Once home I lost no time in firing up my PC and logged onto the website which as anticipated contained some very graphic images and video material. I lay back and wanked off slowly reliving my ordeal and yet itching to see the edited down video of my own performance. Unfortunately I had to be patient until Monday evening when the video would be available and I would be able to spend time watching it after work.



It took a couple of days to recover from my gangbang show (as I now know it) aided by a couple of long soaks in the bath followed by the application of a gentle moisturiser to settle some of the soreness and remaining red marks.



Monday at work went agonisingly slowly and I spent most of it in a daydream while killing time until I could get away. At last I was able to leave at 5.00 pm and made my way quickly to my car feeling frustrated by traffic hold-ups but arriving home about 25 minutes later.



Quickly I locked the door to my flat and drew the curtains so that I would not be interrupted switched on the PC and logged onto the website address I had been given. Success! My video was available to view. Having pressed play I put it on the full screen display with the sound turned up.



The video quality was surprisingly good and had been skilfully edited to show scenes from different angles to get the best views. I watched transfixed while squirming in my seat and getting hotter. Soon I had pulled off my shirt trousers and pants to be naked and to re-live the events of that evening only a few days earlier. If you have read the two previous instalments of this story you can perhaps imagine how sexy and turned-on I was feeling.



The video showed all these horny guys with me as the focus of their attentions. I was surprised too at how much I appeared to be enjoying myself even though this was not what could truly be deemed consensual sex.



Over the course of the next hour I masturbated slowly twice and licked the cum from my fingers before I felt able to tear myself away and get back to the more normal activities of making a meal and watching TV.



During the following week I watched the video several times feeling extremely horny and my cock felt like it would burst. Of course I wanked off vigorously on each occasion until the spunk flowed and I was again able to relax. I also viewed a number of the other videos comparing myself to other the other performers who I assumed had been recruited in the same way as I had been. Immodestly I made favourable comparisons with most of these guys though the action in my video was fortunately not as extreme as in some. I also took the chance to read some members feedback and got warm feeling in my groin when in one subscriber s comments he expressed a wish to fuck me hard in various positions/scenarios.



As the following days wore on one hand I was fearful of the arrival of a further demanding text but at the same time found myself getting very turned on by thinking about what further experiences awaited. Against my better judgement I had enjoyed myself and been brought out of my normally reserved persona by the rough sex I had received. Maybe I really was a cock lover.



A little over two weeks later I was shaken from my daydreams when a text arrived. It instructed me to be at the usual spot at 6.45 pm on Saturday or pay the consequences .



As previously I took the drive to Birmingham in good time and was careful not to carry any ID with me. Having parked my car I concealed the key and set off on foot for the public toilet at the edge of the car park. The city centre shoppers had by that time melted away and I saw the old man waiting as I turned towards the door of the toilets.



He motioned me inside and as he had last time said Go into the second cubicle strip naked before putting these cuffs on your wrists behind your back and then face the toilet. And wait.



I asked him Is all this necessary? The handcuffs really are quite painful.



Unfortunately he wasn t in the mood to debate this point. He leant towards me and said I enjoy hurting people and if it keeps you from struggling it s worth my effort.



I shrugged walked into the cubicle stripped and cuffed my hands behind my back as instructed. Seconds later I was joined by the old man who gave me a hard slap across the buttocks ran his hands over my still smooth belly prick and arse where he then as before inserted a butt plug. He also checked that the nipple piercing was still in place.



Again he bundled me still naked into the boot of his car and drove round while the butt plug throbbed inside my arse. We arrived at our destination after about 45 minutes and I heard the sound of gates opening before the car lurched forward and inside the building which I imagined would be the same industrial type place as last time.



The boot lid opened and I was pulled roughly into the light and a mask placed over my eyes so that I couldn t see much of my surroundings. Then I was marched to the same holding cell as previously chained to the wall and locked in to wait for who knows what. Eventually after what seemed an eternity but was most likely no more than an hour the old man returned and laughing while he removed the butt plug from my arse said The party is ready and waiting on the guest of honour. Would sir care to join the throng?



If I was under any illusion that this was a genuine invitation it was soon shattered by the rough way I was hauled to my feet slapped hard on the arse and dragged along a dark stone clad corridor by the handcuffs while being prodded and pushed.



We entered a cavernous room which was some kind of industrial workshop in a previous life and found group of eight men sitting around a bed in the centre lit by spotlights from high above. All of the guys were very welcoming and were keen for me to come and sit with them. There were a wide range of ages and body types and I figured I was going to get to know them all but intimately!



There were two video cameras that were being used by the old man and his assistant the black man who between them had fucked me so hard the last time I was here.



I was introduced to the cameras as this evening s entertainment . I sat self-consciously due to my nakedness on a long bench with the guys. After a few brief greetings hands started to touch me and before I could react someone leant into my face and kissed me hard on the lips and forced their tongue into my mouth. While this was happening a hand took my semi-hard cock and wanked it a few times and a surge of pleasure coursed through me.



I heard a voice say C mon fellers put him on the bed so we can all get a piece. I found myself lifted bodily and flipped face first onto the bed. After a few moments I felt hands touching my body and fingers start to explore my arse probing slowly at first and then deeper as the moisture allowed. Before I realised there were three fingers deep inside me.



After a couple of minutes of this my head was lifted from the bed and a naked body came into view briefly before a cock was inserted into my mouth. A hand was clamped over the back of my head and I was pulled onto the intrusive cock until I was choking. I spluttered and there was some cruel laughter before I was slapped on the face and told in no uncertain terms to Suck my cock hard if you know what s good for you. I did my best on the assumption that this would make things easier for me and the cock slid faster in and out of my mouth until I was held very firmly with it buried deep in my mouth as its owner shot his sticky spunk into my throat.



My arse was still being fingered and then the first cock was inserted. It was noticeable that it didn t hurt as much as before as I must be getting used to anal fucking.



There were calls from the others to Fuck him hard and as soon as the first guy shot spunk up my arse he withdrew and was replaced by another. I couldn t see which as I was busy swallowing another mouthful of cum. This carried on until five or six of the guys had each fucked my arse and mouth.



I was then turned over again and this time told to wank for the camera. I was feeling sooo horny and readily complied while spunk glistened on my belly as it dripped from around my mouth. The guys were urging me on but it took ages to reach the point of no return and then I exploded sperm shooting in all directions. One guy got a good shot on the face but was unhappy about it and slapped me hard then twisted my nipples painfully. He was still hard and thrust his cock into my mouth forcefully and held my head with his full length down my throat causing me to gag. He seemed to enjoy this though he continued to slap my arse hard occasionally making it burn and sting.



The other guys took his lead and I was given a series of very hard slaps. What with the hard deep throating and all the slaps and nipple twisting tears were streaming down my face. I was relieved when this stopped and for a short time I got some respite to recover.



However before long I was pushed onto my back and my arms pinned to the bed. My legs were parted and one of the guys a hard faced individual stepped forward and inserted two fingers into my arse then a third. I was shocked when he still kept pushing with his hand and my arse was being opened up very wide indeed. In a matter of two minutes or so he had worked his whole hand inside my arse to the cheers of the others. He then started pulling his hand out and pushing right back in again with his fist clenched. I realised that this was what fisting was. The pain was intense until my legs were spread wider and some lubrication applied to my anus.



At this point I tried to relax so that the pain became less. This worked in my favour and the pain subsided but I had a whole hand right up inside me where no one had gone before. All the time I could hear the whirring of the video cameras getting in close for the best possible view as the hand was worked in and out of my arse to the sounds of whoops and applause as I was fisted good and hard. I would have tried to stop this but couldn t move since the other guys were holding me tightly. The video camera was brought close to my arse and I learned later that they were filming my open sphincter.



At this point one of the guys lurched towards my arse cock in hand. I thought he was going to fuck me again but no. He held his prick close and then a stream of piss was launched inside me. I could feel myself filling up and eventually overflow piss streaming down my cheeks. The others followed his lead and pissed on me too. Eventually I was dragged to my feet slapped around the head made to kneel and forced to open my mouth so that they could use me as a piss mop. I tried to swallow all the piss that rained down on me but could not keep up and it flowed over my hair down my face and chest and onto my lap. Once they were done I felt sick and puked up some of the piss that had entered my stomach. Two of the guys hadn t quite finished and proceeded to wank over me finally spilling their sticky mess all over my face hair and chest.



The old man stepped into the light again and said to the camera I hope you enjoyed the show this little cum slut has put on for you tonight and will join us for the next in two weeks.

First timer cums all over himself on camera

Business Men Get Muddy

Dave Roger Terry Nick and Paul were all wearing their best suits as they drove off to an important sales conference. It was being held at a hotel way out in the boondocks and none of them were keen about that but the thought of all the deals they would close got their juices flowing.



They were soon out in the countryside and with the exception of Terry who was driving all were pouring over their last minute notes. A sudden flash of lightning startled them followed by the intense rumble of thunder. A few minutes later heavy rain began bucketing down on countryside. It was so loud they could hardly hear the engine but then Paul saw the sign for the hotel and they were reassured that they would soon be at the conference.



Shit! Terry cursed as the tarmac gave way to a dirt road after a few hundred yards. The van was soon sliding about on the muddy road as Terry fought to control it. The track seemed to grow ever more narrow and muddier and then suddenly the van was stuck fast. No matter what Terry tried it just refused to budge.



We re gonna have to get out here and see how we can get out of this jam. Terry announced.



Have you seen how deep that mud is? Paul wanted to know.



Got any bright ideas? Terry snapped back.



The men were all losing their cool. They was no way they could afford to be late or miss the meeting.



Are you sure you re on the right road? Nick asked.



Either way we re not going anywhere unless we get some traction under those wheels. Terry said.



Roger stepped out first and his right leg sank into about six inches of thick gloopy mud.



Damn! he cursed.



The other men started laughing at him and Roger got so mad he pulled Nick out of the van with him into the mud. Now both of them were standing in thick squelchy mud that made it almost impossible to move. There was no way they could get the van out of there without getting themselves totally filthy whatever they did the situation was futile and Nick and Roger began to laugh at their predicament. Nick grabbed hold of Roger and threw him down into the mud totally messing up his expensive Italian suit.



Cut it out you two! Terry grumbled but Nick and Roger were too far gone now. They were rolling around in the slippery mud bodies mashed up against each other and Roger was starting to feel the stirring of desire that had been dormant for a long time. Dave and Paul got out of the van and started pushing each other around in the mud while Terry sat there trying to suppress an enormous boner. He realized that their conference was ruined and they could forget about doing deals and making money but shit why the hell did his colleagues have to play about like this? It was almost as if they knew about his secret fetish for mud play.



Come on Terry… Nick called out.



There was no way that Terry could step out of the driver s seat with his nine inch cock tenting his suit pants. But then the decision was taken out of his hands. The driver s door was opened and Terry was hauled out of the van and into the mud but not before Nick had caught sight of his massive boner. Nick reached out now and grabbed a handful of Terry s big dick.



Hey fellas look what I got. Nick called out.



The mud drenched businessmen surrounded Terry and started rubbing their messy muddy bodies against him as they took turns feeling up his huge wand. He was beet red and wished the mud was deep enough for him to disappear beneath it. And that cock of his just wouldn t quit it grew ever more insistent as his body was s meared with mud. He looked over at Nick who unzipped his suit pants and hauled out a long skinny dick with a full fleshy foreskin that completely covered the head. Terry could feel his mouth go dry as he drunk in the beauty of that pale skinny cock. How much he would love to take in down his throat or up his ass especially here in a muddy dip in a road that didn t seem to be leading anywhere.



As if the guys could read Terry s thoughts one of them unzipped his suit pants and hauled his big circumcised cock out and they all took turns jerking it in their muddy paws. Terry moaned in appreciation and when he felt his suit pants being tugged down to his knees he couldn t resist any longer. He had to have Nick s amazing skinny dick up his ass.



Nick fuck me please… he groaned.



Wow. Paul whistled.



Up until now it had simply been a case of guys going a little crazy but now things were moving way beyond that. Paul watched Nick go up behind Terry and kneel in the mud. He gasped as he saw Nick part Terry s smooth cheeks and eat his ass out like it was the most fucking delicious thing on earth. And despite telling himself that it was disgusting Paul could feel his thick cock throbbing in his underpants. The more Nick ate Terry s ass and the more Terry moaned and the more Roger and Dave stroked their cocks the more carried away Paul got. His hand took on a life of its own as it pulled down his zipper and hauled out an extremely thick brown sausage with an angry red knob.



Dave couldn t resist the sight of that fat cock and came and kneeled before Paul and soon had it buried in the back of his throat. Dave s big hands stroked up Paul s furry thighs and onto his hairy butt. Roger came close and stroked Paul s back under his shirt before he slid down onto his knees and buried his face in that hairy musky crack and just about made Paul leap out of his own skin. He was being pleasured front and back and he had no idea that he could feel so good. He wasn t sure what felt better that warm mouth milking his sensitive crown or that randy tongue drilling into his virgin ass. He looked over now and saw Nick slide his long skinny cock up Terry s ass and the horniness of the situation got to him.



Oooh do me! Paul moaned.



He cried out in shock and pain as Roger s medium sized pecker slid up his shaft. Damn it hurt like buggery and he clamped down hard on the invading cock trying to expel it. But something happened as he did so it started to feel quite good. So he did it over and over clamping down on that hungry shaft sliding into his guts and soon he felt what he knew Terry was feeling. He could hear Terry mumbling and groaning and begging Nick to fuck him harder and deeper.



Terry s warm love chute was wrapped around Nick s thin cock giving him the most intense feelings all along the shaft and into his lower belly. The silky warmth of Terry guts were like nothing that Nick had had in a long time and seeing Paul Roger and Dave get it on was turning Nick on something fierce. He reached around Terry and started stroking that massive cock that had impressive girth as well as length. Terry shuddered as even more pleasure coursed through his body. Just the thought of a group of men messing about in mud was enough to turn him on here he was getting shafted in the ass and watching three of his colleagues fucking too. It was beyond good and he just couldn t hold back on his orgasm any longer.



Terry let Nick know he was close and the skinny dicked stud increased his stroking to fever pitch. The two men were soon in the throes of ecstasy as they groaned and ground their bodies against each other. Terry s big cock spasmed in Nick s hand before pumping out a massive load of thick clotted fuck-sauce that lay in the mud like cream on a chocolate cake. Nick s knees buckled as his big balls emptied and blasted his hot jizz deep into Terry s love chute.



The sight and sound of Nick and Terry in orgasm got to Paul. His ass was on fire as it clamped down on Roger s cock milking it to the brink. Paul could feel his balls draw up close as that magic mouth he was in took him closer and closer to the edge. He cursed out loud as his cock erupted pewing his massive load of spunk into the back of Dave s throat. Seconds later Roger s cock blasted a load of soothing cream into Paul s poor cock prodded ass.



Only Dave hadn t had his kicks and the other guys quickly stripped him naked and rolled him around in the mud before jerking him off to the most fantastic orgasm he had ever had in his life. The men were still coming down from their fuck high when a big burly farmer who had watched the whole thing through binoculars came along and offered to tow them out of the mud if they could pleasure him as much as they had pleasured each other.



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Copyright 2007 Daniel Blue

When a guy meets another hot lad with nasty wild thoughts, he loses his mind and gets plunged into that sex trap. You will get a chance to s…

When You re Young

(Jason)



It was a shove but not a hard one up against the wall. Gentle yet commanding he was trying not to hurt me even though he was a bit caught up in the moment. It melted my heart. He put his hands on either side of my face and looked into my eyes. That look almost made me cry.



Jason…I love you…I love you. he whispered against my mouth. Then he closed the minimal distance between us and pressed his lips to mine his thumbs stroking my cheekbones and sending shivers through me. I felt his tongue gently swipe at my lower lip. What to do now?



Andrew…I love you too. I said and opened my mouth to his. It was like lightning through my heart. That ache of pure passion mixed with pure love that fills you up and you can t seem to hold it in. I let it spill out in a flood of movements. I had been utterly passive before but now I plunged one hand into his long chestnut hair and rested the other at the small of his back. I pressed up against him trying to get closer than we already were which was difficult but well worth the effort.



All the while he was kissing me still. He bit my lower lip and my head fell back allowing him to kiss and nip his way down my jaw line. I though I would die from the pleasure of it but above all that was the knowledge that this was Andrew my best friend whom I had loved without realizing it for all these years. This incredible person who would never seek to hurt me and who would always be there to talk to me no matter what happened.



He did something absolutely amazing with his tongue and teeth to my neck just above the shoulder. Where did he learn to do this? I didn t care. I just wanted more. He bit me again this time a little harder but not hard enough to hurt just send a wonderful sensation from my neck to my groin. This was better than kissing girls had ever been. The pure pleasure of it and the fact that he loved me…well…



He loved me. That thought alone almost sent me over the edge. I stroked his lower back finding the light muscles there extremely wonderful and wanting nothing but to touch more of him. I had my hands on his hips pressing us closer together. That made him mumble against my lips.



Hmm? I asked between kisses.



Why didn t I do this sooner? he replied pausing in his ministrations.



You were afraid same as I was. And what if I had told you to stop? There were a lot of doubts running through your mind I m certain. You were brave to even try. I said.



I m glad I did it. Do you even know how long I ve wanted this? It s amazing…I would have given anything in the world for that one kiss. He whispered starting to nuzzle my neck again.



I m glad you did too. I would never have had the guts. And we don t have to stop with one kiss either. I gasped. A wicked smile took over Andrew s face and I knew a little of what he was thinking.







*~*~*~*~*



I had a shirtless man on my bed and no idea what to do with him. Well I had ideas but I didn t know where to start. I didn t know that much about sex with guys for the obvious reasons. So I looked at him. For a full minuet just took in the beauty that was my best friend. He was 5 11 18 years old and lightly toned. Not muscle bound or wiry but a perfect mixture of the two. He looked at me through a wavy curtain of deep chestnut hair that had a habit of in his eyes. And I saw something as my eyes made their way down to his jeans that hadn t been there when soccer practice had ended last month. His navel was pierced. Oh God. Just a tiny glint of silver…but what it made me want to do to him.



You like what you see? he said smirking with those full lips of his. They were slightly flushed from kissing. He was being purposely seductive. The bastard. But a very hot bastard I must admit.



Yeah I like it but I can t see enough of it. I replied. I was staring pointedly at his hips the erection that I could see quite well in the tight pants. Got to love the Gap but I knew it had to hurt like hell if mine was anything to go by.



I can fix that if you help me. He said.



Damsel in distress are we? I was trying to be witty…though most of the blood that would have helped my brain was south of the border long ago. He pulled me onto the bed by my belt loops and pulled my shirt off. He did what I had done not two moments ago. He just looked at me as if every line of my body were to be memorized. It was touching really.



*****



(Andrew)



I was on Jason s bed. With Jason and neither of our shirts. Lucky me. I saw the way he d looked at me a few moments ago. I couldn t wait to return the favor. He had sandy hair that hung in his eyes in spiky bangs. His eyes were bright green and had a ring of black around the iris. He was rather tanned from summer jobs and such and his abdomen was toned not a six-pack. Just muscled. Hmm…The things I would like to do to that gorgeous body. He didn t know he was attractive but that just added to his appeal.



Not so much a damsel in distress as a boy in bed with his lovely best friend and nothing else to do on a Friday afternoon. I said nonchalantly. It was more difficult than I made it sound. This was the one thing I had wanted since I hit puberty.



Nothing else to do? What else would you rather be doing? He asked rather coyly.



You. I answered not quite as coy as he was. No time for that. I wanted him…really badly. Yeah the jeans needed to go. He laughed softly and kissed my throat. In the hallway I had been the aggressor but now he flipped me onto my back and started kissing his way down to my waist. Each little kiss sent a mini-jolt through my groin. This was the best sex I had ever had and I hadn t even had my pants off yet. Screw girls. Or rather not as the case may be. He Unzipped my jeans and pulled them off my hips with a little wiggling on my part we had them off. Freedom.



He looked at my crotch as if he didn t know what to do with it. I didn t blame him I had never been with a guy either it must have been a little shocking for him to have a naked man in his bed where he had only dealt with girls before. He unzipped his own jeans and with a little help from me we had them off in record time too. He was so beautiful. Like some Adonis kneeling over me. I rose up and embraced him kissing his full lips and making him gasp when our erections touched. I pushed him back down onto the bed and pinned his hips with mine. This was simply too good to be true.



I kissed him like I d never kissed anybody before. It was a battle of tongues exploring each other s mouths and lips. He bit my lip hard enough to surprise me but it felt so good and we were rubbing against each other. It was amazing. The sensations from the friction were so wonderful he was groaning against my lips.



Please oh God…so good. Don t stop. Please…kiss me more. Love you…love you. he moaned barely coherent. The sight of him underneath me cheeks flushed lips red and full eyes half-lidded and whispering like that. Things that I never imagined I d hear him say. It was too much. He ground his hips up against mine harder more insistent and I realized that I had stopped for a second just to watch him. I immediately set about putting that look on his face again. I pressed my hips into his and bit his neck sucking a little and after that just kissing and nibbling that place that s not quite neck and not quite shoulder. He liked it a lot. I looked down at his face again and knew we weren t going to last too much longer.



His brow was furrowed slightly his eyes dark and looking into mine still whispering to me as he closed the distance between us and kissed me. He pulled my head down and kept up his rhythm at the same time. He was an excellent kisser. I lost myself in the sensation of his mouth and his hips. We both came at the same time. I felt him tense under me and realized that I was tensing too.



I bit his neck to muffle my cries. He had his hands on my hips and was pressing still and I felt him come all over my stomach as I did the same on his.



Andrew! Oh…God…yes. Andrew… he cried trailing off at the end with a sigh. I let go of the side of his neck and looked at his face. It was a peaceful face eyes closed lips slightly curved and his hands were trailing along my back. He opened those emerald eyes and we stared at each other for a long moment. I laughed a little and gave him a peck on the cheek. Then I plopped down beside him my leg over his and my arm under his neck. I trailed my fingers through the mess on his stomach and held one up to my lips.



We taste good together. Match made in heaven I said mostly to show I loved him. The taste wasn t wonderful but it wasn t bad at all. He laughed and sucked on my finger.



Definitely wonderful. That was amazing. It was like nothing I ve ever done before and better than everything that I have done. He said. My sentiments exactly. We laid there for a few more minuets and then I kissed him on the forehead.



We should get cleaned up. I m supposed to be helping you with your homework loverboy. I said teasing him about the excuse we had made up before for his parents. He never needed help with his homework I was the one that needed help. He laughed. We got out of the comfy bed and made our way to his bathroom for some washcloths. We cleaned each other up quite nicely and put our clothes back on.



I m glad this happened and the only reason I didn t say no to getting out of that bed is that I know there s more where that came from. He said smiling.



I m happy too…really insanely irrationally happy. And I m holding you to another go at this. Damn right there s more where that came from. We re studs have to keep up the reputation. I said smiling back. I hugged him and we held each other for a moment. I kissed him softly and stroked his pretty cheekbones. I certainly hoped there was more where that came from.



I saw the bruise on his neck nothing too bad but definitely there. For now it didn t matter how we explained it or what we did in public or how people felt about it at all. We were young and in love that was all that mattered as we held each other close and whispered sweet nothings. It was really quite romantic and as far as I was concerned this moment was all that would ever matter for the rest of my life.