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The internet is all about efficiency. Every day the internet transfers electronic funds from businesses buying stuff to businesses selling stuff. You can register your car online and never have to stand in that soul-crushing line at the DMV. Thanks to the internet you can do all your Christmas shopping in an hour without leaving your desk. But most importantly you can find someone to suck your dick — and very well – in about fifteen minutes.



The internet is so efficient actually that I find I have to regulate the amount of sex I have using what willpower I have. In the old days I had as much sex as I possibly could. Then the limits were my willingness to go to bars and my even more limited social prowess once I got there. No I didn t have much sex but thanks for asking wise guy!



Relative to more traditional approaches internet hook-ups are insanely efficient. Efficient I should clarify if you re okay with a little mustache burn with your toe-curling OMIGOD blow job.



Because efficiency or no the first law of human sexuality: that men are innately promiscuous and desperate to drop a load while women are not is still completely in effect. This is not to say that there aren t some promiscuous women nor that plenty of men aren t entirely monogamous. But we re talkin bell curves here and averages are averages. The power of the internet doesn t make super models go for guys like me anymore than it makes stock options worth millions. Even as I felt no right to call myself gay I d regularly sought oral sex online. I was stuck in a sexual demilitarized zone neither truly gay nor straight. I guess at my core I was all about cumming and that was enough.



I d had a pretty crap week at work and by Friday I was more than ready for a little relief. After five long days of customer ass I was keen to have someone kiss mine — and with feeling.



Among my favorite ways of achieving the advanced state of bliss I sought was the for-hire masseur. And thanks to the internet I knew I could be hoisting my badly used body on someone s crisp sheets for a thorough treatment before dinner.



As a cold rain drizzled down outside I cruised my favorite massage referral site and in no time found a promising guy about whom the reviews were nearly unanimous. I don t know why but I usually liked my masseur a little older than myself and I definitely preferred incall. That way if you want to you can slide off into the night and never see the guy again.



After a gratefully brief phone call I had my appointment and knew I d have to hustle to be on time. I had smoked several bowls to celebrate the end of a tough work week and smoked another before jumping into the shower for a very thorough cleaning. I liked going for a massage after a good workout but I had no time to get to the gym and anyway lifted heavy enough the day before that I still had plenty of knots to be worked on.



By the time I got into my car I was squeaky clean pretty buzzed and already fairly horny. The drive across town was a real buzzkill though and I was maybe half a traffic jam from abandoning my quest outright. The combination of wet roads and Friday night drivers was conspiring to dilute my enthusiasm.



But I somehow kept motivated and got where I was going. The guy worked out of a beauty salon of all places in a strip mall. Strip malls may not enhance any landscape where they re found but they always feature a ton of parking and that was alright with me.



I was momentarily dismayed to see the salon was closed but a few polite knocks brought Marc to the door. He was pretty tall and dressed for the parallel bars in loose white warmup pants and a white tank. They might have a tanning bed somewhere onsite to give him the flattering color he had but I was pretty sure they didn t have enough gym equipment to give him the lean rippling physique I saw. Actually he reminded me of a really good-looking guy who worked out at my gym. I might not ever have the ambition to pursue the gym guy but I decided then and there Marc was going to be playing hot guy at the gym #1 in my private perverted screenplay.



He opened the door and smiled a really great really warm smile that instantly put me at ease and inspired me to congratulate myself secretly for deciding to treat myself to a good time.



We walked through the dimly lit salon to the back. The unmistakable aroma of peroxides conditioners and shampoos confirmed the salon was no front for illicit activity. I had a hunch that Marc s day job was at one of the chairs we passed on the way.



He opened a door and we went inside the massage room. It was pleasantly lit and had a few vanilla-scented candles burning. It was also very warm — like conspicuously so. But on a shitty rainy Friday night I was completely in favor of some heat.



He took my wet jacket and motioned at the table. I couldn t wait to get started but Marc darted out of the room with my jacket. So I shucked off my clothes and hung them on one of the many pegs along the wall next to the small sink.



I felt kind of sexy really just standing there with a semi in Marc s massage studio. Something about getting naked in a strange place I guess. I crossed the room to the massage table and laid down on it settling my face into the padded hole on one end. I took the sheet thoughtfully provided and draped it over my butt.



I definitely expected to cum. But visiting a masseur with a naughty side is still visiting a masseur. I happen to love being rubbed down and as I laid there warm and comfortable on the table I couldn t help but congratulate myself a second time for deciding to stop in. The with the smell of vanilla and clean laundry was somehow comforting and I laid there waiting to hear the door open again.



In no time it did and I heard the exciting approach of footsteps. There was a little shuffling and some really corny but completely relaxing new-age music (you know — with lots of chimes minor chords birds water n stuff) began at a low volume.



There was a brief sound — almost flatulent — which I realized was a bottle of lotion. The lotion and Marc s hands were very warm where they touched my back right between my shoulders. Standing on my right side he pressed down and spread the lotion from just above my buttocks to the back of my neck. Even his preliminary stroke was bliss and I felt all the air leave my lungs before being drawn slowly and calmly back in.



The lotion was almost odorless but I could smell a hint of peppermint and the heat on my back confirmed the idea. After only a few brief strokes up my back Marc moved silently to feet. I appreciated the way he always kept a hand on my body as he moved from place to place around the table.



Starting with my toes he kneaded my feet squeezing what I imagined might be acupressure spots but ignorant of the science I merely relished the sensations. By the time he inched up to my calves I was deeply relaxed and breathing slowly. His hands were strong but he really had a knack for knowing precisely where to draw the line between pleasure and pain.



His hands were relentless and innovative as they worked past the sensitive backs of my knees and into my thighs. I felt a quick purely sexual thrill as he squeezed both sides of my thigh. But he remained chastely short of any impropriety and instead returned to my back.



After some more of his long heavenly strokes he would pause to massage smaller areas more deeply — always balancing right on the edge of pain. He congratulated me on my muscle tone. I am a dedicated gym rat but I m still insecure enough about my physique to be a genuine sucker for any kind of recognition — even when an opinion is a paid one.



After a very deep massage of the area just inside my shoulder blade he resumed his long strokes along my entire back. As he was doing that I felt something brush against my left hand at the top of each stroke. I was thrilled when after a few more strokes I realized it was his clothing-confined cock. Almost as soon as I realized what had been happening he again shifted. This time to the top of the table.



My vision mostly obscured by the table s deep padding I could still a bare foot on the floor at the head of table. From where he stood Marc could press on my lower back and pull forcefully up all the way to the back of my neck. As before each long stroke was pleasure. And almost as before as he leaned into the table I could feel his cock — this time on the top of my head. This continued as he worked my neck and shoulders and massaged my scalp.



I was in a peculiar state both profoundly relaxed by the massage and at the same time intensely aroused by the incidentals.



When Marc again shifted this time to my right side he went straight to work on my thighs. This time however something was different. His touch was still as perfectly balanced but this time completely bold. He massaged my thighs between his hands and pulled smoothly up until I could feel the edge of his hand moving up and down against my scrotum. That set my cock immediately erect but because of how I was arranged on the table kind of painfully off to one side.



He set in on my butt but before he could press down with his weight I kind of half-rolled to the side in order to re-align my by now undeniably hard on. I hadn t wanted to move but I had little choice. Deftly Marc reached under me with his hand and arranged me so that in no time I was again flat on the table and he continued his magic.



He was still massaging my thighs and ass when I felt the table shift very slightly. I realized he d climbed up on the table and had positioned a knee between my legs. This pushed my legs apart and allowed him to get his thumbs into the very northernmost regions of my thighs where those heavy tendons that hold the legs on live but that aren t ever touched in a more polite massage.



I experienced a few very pleasant things over the next few minutes. First the release of a ton of muscular tension I d never really known I d had was blissful. But then laying face down on Marc s massage table with my legs spread apart was its own thrill. It felt well more naked than just being without clothes. Somehow vulnerable I guess. And as he kneaded the muscles of my ass into a tension-free pudding he would almost carelessly touch me in all of those very intimate sensitive places. Without overtly grabbing my dick and pulling it he gently guided me to a very heightened arousal so subtly I could have had I cared to still claimed that it was just a massage.



And apart from all the wonderful things he was doing to my body the feeling of his heavy balls on the back of my leg where he straddled it was for me another thrill.



And as he briefly abandoned my gluteals for a few long strokes with his forearm up my back I could feel that heavy package pressing against the crack of my ass and I have to tell you: it felt GOOD.



But then I could feel him climbing off the table. You can turn over now if you want he said. In a normal massage the masseur discreetly covers you with the sheet while you flip your blissful body on over. But not Marc. I was left to lay there on my back with my cock at full staff and almost visibly throbbing with complete desire.



Instead of putting me out of my misery Marc again stood at the top of the table and began gently massaging my face. He covered it all from my scalp to my forehead to my ears my cheekbones all the way to my chin. It was at least as satisfying as any part of this massage had so far been. He first turned my head to the left and worked on my stretched neck muscles. But when he turned my head to the right I was staring straight at a semi hard partially shaved. cock.



I hadn t realized he d taken off his pants but I was pretty excited that he had. My own erection hadn t gone away despite the relaxing facial and I imagined it probably surged again at such a brazenly sexual move.



He massaged the other side of my neck as I just stared at his cock. There were no tan lines. The same evenly tanned skin I d first seen on his shoulders extended all the way to the tip of his cut cock which I thought might be growing under my fixed stare.



When he again turned my head toward the ceiling I couldn t guess what turn this already unbelievable massage might next take. My curiosity if not my hard on was satisfied when he began again on my thighs this time on the front. As he worked I would steal glances down at him and at me. As he strongly pressed and kneaded my thigh my cock would bob and wave on its own. He d barely touched it but just flagging there in the open air was incredibly exciting. And of course so was stealing furtive glances at him and his cock as he worked on me with his hot body and plainly large cock.



By the time he worked back to my right side he was almost erect and placed his dick on the table conveniently next to my hand. He began to massage my pects. Like a lot of insecure gym guys I probably overworked my chest at the expense of less obvious muscles like the legs but I liked big chests and apparently so did Marc. He got in there very deeply and worked out any vestige of lactic acid. I was feeling the burn but as I did so I couldn t help but feel Marc. I reached up and held his cock in my hand.



Ever the professional he didn t let up. As I amateurly cupped his balls and squeezed gently on his cock he worked my chest until it was free of any vestige of tension and began on my abs. I suddenly wished I had better abs. But he wasn t fazed and pulled and stretched my abdominal muscles from one side to another and frankly through a quirk of physiology I don t understand got my cock even harder.



By the time he seemed to notice I even had a dick I was already feeling the effects of a prolonged tease. But he still seemed in no hurry to release me. He expertly grasped my cock at its base with the edge of his hand pressed sublimely against my balls. But instead of milking it he just kind of wiggled it from side to side without the firm squeeze for which I was so desperate.



And then he let go of it again and massaged everywhere around it only grasping it seemingly to move it out of the way of his unrelenting massage. Trying not to I was really beginning to squirm. My arousal was approaching some kind of medical emergency and his teasing some kind of sadistic pursuit.



I had my hands on the edge of the table and was squeezing for all I was worth. I closed my eyes tightly hoping that would help but it didn t I lifted my knees and dug my heels into the table and still no relief. I pressed my cheeks tightly together rocking my hips up and only then did he touch my cock.



And when he did my world changed. Finally he took my aching cockhead in his hand and with all the intuition he d demonstrated so far powerfully stroked it downwards to its very base. With my eyes still shut tight I felt like I d been in an elevator that had just free-fallen twenty stories.



And as he squeezed my cock with both hands at its base he took the beleaguered head into his mouth and sucked. Really hard.



With so much build-up and such powerful stimulation I knew I d be over in moments. Maybe Marc knew it too because he backed off before I could blow the back of his head off and resumed the abdominal massage.



Fuck I thought. I was right on the cusp of wondering whether this was agony or ecstasy when I felt him again mount the table. I opened my eyes and was thrilled to see him deliberately and expertly place the head of his cock on mine and with the benefit of more lotion begin to slide it back and forth somehow keeping our most sensitive areas firmly mated. As he rocked his hips slowly back and forth he pressed his hands into my pects and kneaded them still more.



While this was a definite escalation from carrying the internet-friendly oral top label I was far beyond giving a shit. Feeling his cock sliding against mine was its own reward and when I thought I d had as much thrill as I could experience he pulled a hand off my chest and grasped my balls in it. So pulling on my scrotum with his cock gnashed against mine he rode me awhile longer until just as before I couldn t take it anymore.



And again he stopped.



I couldn t handle it. You re killing me! I accused but by then he d hopped off the table. He didn t say a word but resumed that damn abdominal massage. My cock was leaking badly and only needed a whisper to blast off but who could know when that would happen?



And then he kissed me just below my navel and I hoped deliverance was at hand. He kissed me all over actually but never where I really needed it. He licked and sucked and nibbled at the base of my cock even stopping to suck up the slippery pre-cum which I couldn t control. He took my balls in his mouth and I could feel my cock resting against his cheek as he sucked them almost but not too hard.



Just as I d begun to really tire of his game Marc abruptly sucked my cock deep into his throat. Deeper probably than anyone. With his nose firm against my body he swallowed once and I shuddered. He did it again and instantly my hand was on his head and I was pumping him vengefully for all the edging he d put me through. I would ve fucked a whole in his skull at that point but only too quickly I was cumming. God was I cumming. I bucked and thrust and pushed but never let go of his head. He was making hot grunting noises and finally I realized I had to let go but I kept cumming.



As he backed off my cock I heard him making gagging noises and felt the strange coolness of my own load as it leaked out around his mouth as he gulped for air. But the bastard had a final trick up his sleeve. For even as the sensation of my own orgasm had exceeded my capacity for pleasure he took a big breath of air and impaled himself on my still-orgasming cock artificially prolonging the experience until I had to sit up to forcibly remove him from my dick.



I had cum so hard my ears were ringing and I wouldn t have tried to stand up. My knees were wobbly and I was grateful for the sturdy table. I hadn t noticed when it had happened evidently but when I looked again at Marc s tightly muscled body his cock had collapsed on itself the white streamer of his orgasm stretching from my thigh to his dickhead. I couldn t guess whether he d stroked himself off or just cum spontaneously and I didn t care.



I flopped back onto the table and just laid there. Marc found his pants and put them quickly on. Take your time he said as though we d only just shared a massage.



Suddenly I wanted to go home. I shakily found my clothes and put them on feeling a little greasy from all the lotion. Adjusting myself inside my sweats I put my shoes back on and walked out the way I d come in.



I saw Marc looking very composed and professional at the front desk. He was holding a day planner as I handed him his fee and a polite if not conspicuous tip. So — how does Wednesday the 8th sound to you? I blinked a few times to sort out my thinking and said tell you what — make it Friday the 10th and I ll see you at 8:00.



I didn t even look back really as I staggered back to my car. Suddenly the cold rain felt really good and I didn t give a shit about all that traffic on the way home.

No cheating – Martin is a fair guy!

Are You Game? Ch. 04

Superbowl



In the middle of the week I got a call from Ben – Dude my fucking dick is hard. Get down here and help me with it. I was out the door and at his place within seconds. Ben opened the door in a towel which he quickly tossed aside. I ripped off my clothes and we stood in his living room facing one another dicks at the ready.



Ben reached out grabbed me by the dick and pulled me closer to him. His other hand slipped up my arm to my shoulder. I took his hard cock in hand and we simultaneously started pumping each other s rigid cocks. We started out slowly stroking one another in silence until our breathing became more audible. Ben smiled at me and continued to let his free hand roam across my chest down my stomach and over my hip. I laid one hand on his chest feeling his heart pounding against it as his dick pulsed in my other hand. Our pace picked up the force of our movements shaking our bodies and deepening our exhalations of enjoyment. Ben watched me intently lips slightly parted. We unconsciously leaned in towards one another mouths open and lingering close to each other s – his breath hot against my face.



As our excitement grew our mutual jacking became rougher and our free hands gripped tenaciously at each other s arms. Ben closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against mine his ragged breaths dissolving into moans and gasps.



Oh yeah he started repeating over and over as we brought each other closer to climax. My whole body began to tingle as my balls tightened. Aw fuck man I m gonna cum I said through clenched teeth and then began to shoot my load. Ben followed suit with a geyser of his own. Cum spurted out of our dicks repeatedly soaking each other.



After our orgasms had subsided we stood holding each other by the dicks and arms slowly catching our breath.



Holy shit Ben started to laugh. We really made a fucking mess. We looked down to see our cum running down our hips thighs balls and hands forming puddles on the floor. Ben picked up his towel and dried me off.



My dick was mildly sore the following day but it was a really good kind of ache. It seemed to me to be a physical marking of a definite change in my friendship with Ben.



After I got home from work on Friday I found myself in a state of restlessness. I hadn t seen Ben the previous day and I was dying to get together with him again. I stripped and grabbed the phone dialing his number and fondling my dick.



Hey buddy. I m glad you called he said as he answered the phone. What re you up to?



Oh…not a whole lot. You?



Nothing much he replied. Although I am actually playing with my dick right now.



I chuckled in admission. That s pretty much what I m doing too.



I ll be right over then he said and hung up. I put the phone back in the cradle and waited in silence running my hand over my erect cock in eager anticipation. A few seconds later he was pounding on my door. Hurry up Todd!



Naked and sporting a full erection I unlocked and opened the door. Ben jumped in naked as well his two hands barely covering his hard-on.



I stared at him for a moment then burst into laughter. What are you doing? You came here naked?



Ben started turning red. It s only one flight. I wasn t going to put something on just to take it off again.



I don t believe it I said still laughing. Did anyone see you?



Who cares? Ben replied. He wrapped his arms around my waist and with remarkable strength lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom. He tossed me on the bed and dove in after me. In bed we adjusted our positions so that we were lying on our sides facing each other our heads resting on our arms. Ben draped his leg across mine and lightly rubbed my foot with his. Our hands automatically reached out and caressed each other s chests.



What? Ben asked as I started to laugh again.



The thought of you scampering through the halls naked and hard is pretty funny.



Ben laughed with me. Luckily no one saw. I took the stairs. Besides it was kind of exciting. His hand found its way to my dick. He ran his palm over my balls and between my legs his middle finger brushing my hole. I took his balls in hand and began to gently massage them. He sighed deeply.



Ben spat in his hand and lathered my dick. I willingly did the same to his. He pushed me on my back and stretched out on top of me pressing our dicks together between our bellies. Slowly he began to grind his hips against mine our slick cocks sliding against each other. I ran my hands over his hips and across his round muscular ass as he rubbed himself against me. My fingers slipped into the crack of his ass and lightly caressed his hot hole which brought a smile to his face. Periodically he would raise his hips and brush his dick back and forth across mine. After a time I began to buck my hips into his enjoying the feel of his thick cock on my groin.



Ben pushed himself up on his hands and knees and told me to sit up. He straddled my thighs so that we sat facing one another legs on either side and dicks touching. He rocked his hips side to side slapping my dick with his. I spat in my hand and lubed up our cocks wrapping my hand around both and pressing them together. I held my hand steady as Ben began thrusting his hips his wet cock sliding against mine through my fist. He leaned back on his hands and continued to thrust his pelvis forward and back creating a warm friction on the undersides of our shafts as they rubbed together. Our dickheads began to ooze pre-cum and I used that and more saliva to keep us lubricated as he fucked his dick in my hand.



Ben started to make whining sounds as if the pleasure was getting too much for him. I lathered our dicks again and began pumping them together. Ben stopped thrusting and watched me with his mouth hanging open.



Oh god that feels really good he murmured quietly.



I started pumping our cocks even harder eliciting trembles from Ben.



You re gonna make me cum man he said between breaths. Within moments his hips started to buck and he blasted a first string of cum. The feel of his warm semen running over the head of my dick brought forth my forcible ejaculation.



Oh fuck! Ben cried out as we continued to pump out a steady succession of cum. I squeezed the last bit of seed from our enflamed cocks as Ben collapsed back on the bed chest heaving. He reached for our dicks scooped up a handful of cum and languidly smeared it across his chest. Suddenly he sat back up scooped up some more and smeared it across mine.



We rested for a moment then Ben got up from the bed and went to my hamper pulling out my gym shorts. He slipped them on and said with a wink I m really looking forward to Sunday. Erik and Joe won t be able to make it so it s just us.



Yeah Joe mentioned something about that last time.



So I ll see you then right?



At the very latest I replied.



He crossed back to me and gave me a long embrace our chests sticking together with drying semen.



Sunday finally came after what seemed like an eternity. We greeted each other at the door with a firm hug. I was instantly hard. My dick seemed to have gotten in the habit of springing to life whenever I was in fifty feet of Ben. After our embrace I could tell that Ben was hard as well as he overtly adjusted himself with a grin.



We talked briefly about what we did yesterday – my end of the conversation delivered only half-consciously since I was preoccupied with thinking about his naked body now clad in shorts and a long-sleeve pullover. I was aware of the fact that the last three times I d seen him he was completely nude. I forced my attention back to our conversation realizing he had just asked me what I was doing tomorrow. The physical distance between us seemed to have lessened considerably at some point and the close proximity caused me to fumble over my words. He reached out and put his hand on my arm as we continued our conversation glancing at each other s lips as we spoke.



Here I got something to show you Ben said changing the subject with a sly grin. He turned on his DVD player and large screen TV and motioned for me to sit next to him on the couch. Check this out.



A video of two muscular men appeared on the screen. They were groping at each other s dicks through their clothes.



I stared at the screen for a moment hearing Ben chuckle beside me. What is this? Gay porn? I asked slightly surprised.



Yeah I picked it up today. It s a hoot. The guys shucked their clothes and were instantly trading blowjobs. I ve only seen the first few of minutes of this one. I decided to wait and watch the rest of it with you when you got here.



After an impossibly long oral session one of the guys bent the other guy over and began tonguing his hole.



Oh look. That s just what you did to me last week Ben said patting my shoulder.



Now why exactly are you renting gay porn? I asked.



Ben smiled. I was curious about how the other half lived. He paused and picked up the remote. Is this offending you? Do you want me to shut it off?



No no I responded a little quicker than I had intended. Let s just see where this all goes.



Ben set down the remote and leaned back. Have you ever seen gay porn before? he asked.



No actually I said watching the fervent tongue bath with growing interest. Have you?



I ve seen bi porn he responded. The guys who were fucking the girls got fucked up the ass at the same time.



Well yeah I ve seen that too I admitted. Not much difference I guess except the girl s missing.



Oh I m sure she s still there Ben replied matter-of-factly. She s probably focusing the lights.



Ah she s been demoted then.



The guy onscreen with the larger endowment donned a rubber as the other guy got on his back and raised his legs overhead. Slowly the big guy pushed the length of his dick into the other guy s ass in one smooth stroke.



Whoa Ben and I both said simultaneously. For the next few minutes the guys proceeded to fuck in every position imaginable. During one of the extreme close-ups of the action I turned partially to Ben not taking my eyes off the screen. That one dude shaved his ass didn t he? Look you can see his ass stubble.



Ben laughed aloud. Yeah it looks like they re both pretty liberal with the razor Ben turned to me. Do you shave your ass?



No I don t I replied flatly. No one s ever been back there so what do I care if it s fuzzy or not?



Ben laughed again. Yeah. The guy getting fucked was now sitting on the other guy s lap riding him for all he was worth. He began shouting about how big the other guy s dick was and the other guy in turn started yelling about how tight the guy s ass was. They seemed to be having a damn good time.



Wow that guy s a real trooper Ben observed as they changed positions yet again. We continued to watch as the guy getting fucked jerked out his load. Then in the next shot the guy who had fucked him spewed cum all over his face. The video faded to black.



Ben switched off the TV and cleared his throat. You know it s a good thing Joe wasn t here to see that. He d probably start to cry. I smiled and nodded in agreement. So what do you think? he asked me casually.



Well it was definitely educational I replied. Is there a reason why you wanted to show that to me?



Ben shrugged. Thought you might get a kick out of it he said. There was a brief moment of hesitation both of us unsure of what to say.



Would you ever do something like that? he asked curiously.



He was acting nonchalant but I got the impression that the question was a little more loaded then he was letting on. I don t know I shrugged. They seemed to really get off on it but…I don t know. I guess it all depends. What about you? Would you do that?



Ben nodded slightly. I think I d try it once. You know while I m still young and unattached. Just to see what it s like. I nodded back and we lapsed again into a brief silence. Ben got up from the couch and stretched his arms overhead. I ll make us some drinks. How about a whiskey on the rocks?



Sounds good I replied. I m gonna hit the john.



As I closed the bathroom door behind me I realized that my hands were shaking. The image of those two guys fucking had been burned into my mind. As I mentioned to Ben I d seen a guy get fucked before but that was while he was fucking a girl and while that had been new and interesting to see somehow now the idea of two guys together on their own was even hotter. My thoughts shifted into wondering what it would be like to do that with Ben. I realized then in that instant that I really wanted it. I turned on the faucet and washed my hands and face trying to figure the whole thing out – why I was now contemplating actual sex with another guy. I had never really thought about gay sex until Ben and I started messing around. I supposed that he had shown the video to me to see if I would be up for it. I was obviously since my dick was straining my pants. I knew it wasn t that I wanted to fuck another guy or get fucked by one – it was that I really wanted to fuck BEN and have HIM fuck me. To see what it was like. I loved messing around with him – it was one of the few times I felt a certain sense of exhilaration and comfort. That I felt really connected to someone. He s the best friend I d ever had and I was willing to do anything that involved our dicks since we had broken that barrier anyway. So when I thought about it that way it really didn t seem that big a deal.



I was slightly startled when I heard a knock on the door. You better not be beating off in there without me Ben shouted.



I opened the door. I m not beating off.



Too bad. Well come on then he said with a nod of his head the game s about to start.



In the living room Ben handed me a drink. I took a seat on the couch as he switched on the game. When he sat down next to me he positioned himself close enough so that our arms and legs were touching. The contact sent a bolt of electricity through my body that settled in my already hard dick.



The Broncos are mine buddy he said as he raised his glass.



And I m with my Packers. We sipped our drinks. So what wagers do we have for the big event?



I dunno Ben replied. He turned to me and paused looking me in the eye as if to uncover some clue as to what I would be up for. We ll think of something I hope.



The game started and we continued to sip our drinks without saying a word. After a few minutes we fell into commenting on the plays and cheering the scores as we had done during the previous games.



During the commercial break between the first and second quarters Ben pulled off his shirt. Just getting more comfortable he smiled.



I ll join you I said and peeled off my shirt. Ben s gaze roved quickly across my chest and down my stomach. He reached for his drink took a sip then set it back down on the coffee table before leaning back and resting his arm on the back of the couch behind me. His armpit and thumb were now lightly touching my shoulders and felt warm. The heat from our bodies seemed to have risen a few more degrees suddenly.



The second quarter kicked off and during the various events Ben would clap me on the back or I would slap his thigh we would high-five or thump each other on the chest. It was as if we couldn t help but be in some form of physical contact with one another at all times.



At halftime Ben muted the game saying he wasn t interested in the show. You want another drink?



Sure I said handing him my glass. It s a shame your Broncos aren t doing better I called out to him from the couch. I think the Packers may be getting bored.



Don t be so smug Ben called back. Comments like that might get you into trouble. He returned with the drinks. We took a swig and set our glasses down.



I turned to the TV momentarily and watched the marching band and baton twirlers dance around in silence. I picked up my drink again and turned back to Ben. Hey why don t you put on the DVD again? I suggested. That s some funny shit. Ben suppressed a smile. He scrambled for the remote and flipped on the player. A couple of seconds later another set of muscular guys started going at each other onscreen.



Our hands eventually found their way to each other s tents. We massaged each other for a while watching the action our pre-cum leaking out and forming wet spots on the front of our pants.



My attention was drawn away from the screen when I felt that Ben was watching me. I turned to him and our eyes locked betraying a mutual desire. Ben reached into my pants and wrapped his fingers around my cock.



I inhaled deeply set my drink aside then with both hands quickly undid his shorts. Ben released his hold on my dick and raised his hips pulling his shorts down and letting them drop to the floor. I unzipped mine and shucked them as well. Our hands went again immediately to each other s bodies exploring our naked flesh and freely roaming across our chests arms stomachs and cocks.



Ben glanced down at my erection and as if mesmerized leaned over and took me into his mouth. I gasped in pleasure and surprise as his hot wet mouth engulfed me. My head started spinning with the pleasure and the knowledge that Ben was actually no-doubt-about-it sucking my cock. He began to bob slowly up and down on my dick as he took my balls in his hand gently kneading them. I started to squirm in my seat certain that I would blow my load at any moment. Ben pulled off and squeezed my shaft causing a drop of pre-cum to leak out of my head. He licked my head clean then slowly slid his mouth down my shaft until the tip of my dick pushed into his throat. I gripped the cushions and closed my eyes intent on experiencing every sensation as his throat muscles contracted around the head of my dick. I started forcing the air out of my lungs in short quick breaths in order to keep from ejaculating too soon.



Ben released me and sat up smiling. Hey I finally found a good use for not having a gag reflex.



I couldn t speak. I was stunned still reeling from the brief intense pleasure he had given me. All I could do was pant. Technically he had taken my dick in his mouth once before but this had been completely of his own volition. My heart thumped loudly in my chest seeming to shake my whole body. My cock wet from his saliva felt cold in the open air.



Ben gazed at me What? You look surprised. It s not anything I hadn t done before.



That was it for me. Any reservation or timidity I had before which had been miniscule anyway was completely gone. I slid off the couch to my knees grabbed him by the thighs and bent down to lick the shaft of his dick. He sat up quickly the moment my tongue touched him then eased back as I reached his bulbous head. I looked up at him and he gave me a huge smile. I tilted my head down and opened my mouth taking him in. His thick hard cock filled my mouth completely and I was satiated by the feel of it. The musky scent of his groin wafted into my nostrils as I took as much of him in as I could. I pulled off and ran my lips up one side of his shaft and down the other. I went back to his spongy head and encircled it with my tongue tasting his salty pre-cum. I took him in my mouth again and slowly slid up and down the entire length of him. He pushed his fingers through my hair moaning loudly. He then pulled me off of him shivering slightly.



Holy fuck buddy he said mouth agape. I gave his dick one last lick then sat back.



Ben melted into the couch and rubbed his face with his hands. Oh my god that felt so good. He sighed heavily. The sight of your mouth on my dick was almost too much for me man. We exchanged a smile then he took me by the arm and pulled me back onto the couch next to him. Well we can definitely add that to our repertoire of things to do he gushed.

My heart was racing excited by the foray into new sexual territory with Ben. The gay video was still running with another set of guys engaged in a 69 session. That looked really good I thought – as if the concept was suddenly new to me.



Ben switched back to the game. Okay I think I need to cool down for a moment he said taking a swig from his drink. He focused his attention on the TV as he set his glass down then sat back and placed his hand on my thigh. I did the same. Our hands automatically stroked each other s legs as we tried to concentrate on the game. The score was 17 – 3 Packers. The Broncos were in possession working towards a first down.



All of a sudden a feeling of complete bliss flooded over me – I was sitting on the couch with my best friend Ben naked and hard periodically experimenting with each other sexually while watching the Superbowl. I shut my eyes lingering contentedly in the moment.



Ben s hand moved over my thigh into the crease of my leg where his fingers gently grazed my balls. My hand moved up his thigh across his lower abdomen and straight to his cock. I ran my palm down his shaft and cupped his balls. His free hand caressed the back of mine.



Bolstered by the eroticism of our groping I turned to Ben and said Bet your ass the Broncos won t score during this quarter.



He took a moment to conspicuously contemplate the idea. What exactly would my ass have to do?



It would have to take my dick I informed him pointedly.



Never to be outdone Ben glanced at the timer. That s more than eight minutes away buddy he said then looked me straight in the eye. Why don t we just do it now?



My heart skipped. I feigned ambivalence with a shrug and a slight nod.



Ben casually stood and sauntered to his bedroom. He returned with a towel draped over his shoulder and a blue bottle of lube which he flipped open and squeezed out a generous portion into his open palm. He set the bottle aside and tossed the towel on the couch then lathered my dick completely with the lube before squirting out a bit more to grease his hole. He turned his back to me and glanced over his shoulder slicking up his backside with a smile. He backed up straddling my legs and took my slippery cock in his hand. He lowered himself down until he was poised above the head of my dick.



Every nerve in my body was tingling. Ready? he asked with a backwards glance.



Oh yeah I replied.



Slowly he eased himself onto my cock. With gentle pressure his anal ring stretched to accommodate me. Ben moaned at the moment of penetration. I held him by the hips as he widened his stance thigh muscles flexing as he carefully slid further down on my dick groaning and slightly rotating his hips allowing more of my shaft to slide up his ass. The progression was slow and smooth the ease of entry aided by the slippery lube as well as a mutual longing for the experience. Almost halfway down Ben clenched and unclenched his sphincter allowing his muscles to relax and for him to take in more of my cock. He paused taking a deep breath then continued his descent until eventually his buttocks were touching my hips. My dick was feeling like an accordion – flattened down as far as it would go in its hardened state under his body weight. With the last half inch to go I tilted my hips stretching and pushing up fully into him causing him to cry out.



Aw fuck man! Ben said aloud. He lightly grinded his hips against mine as if trying to take all of me inside. My dick was coated with his warmth and strained for release. I calmed myself down as best as I could. He sat on my lap for a moment my throbbing cock buried inside him to the hilt. I felt like the room was spinning. Slowly he eased himself off.



He took the towel and wiped his hand a devilish grin covering his face. Looks like the Broncos just scored buddy. And with only about a minute left to go in the third.



I glanced back at the TV. A succession of instant replays of the touchdown from every angle played out onscreen. I looked back at Ben who stood in front of me hands on his hips and eyebrow cocked.



I grabbed the bottle of lube and handed it to him then kneeled on the floor. Ben luxuriously smeared his dick with lube. I watched him prep his dick before turning to get on all fours. Ben kneeled behind me and squirted the clear liquid onto his fingers. The lube felt cool and wet against my hole as he teased my ass. He circled my anus with his fingers gently massaging me. He then rubbed his dick along the crack of my ass. I consciously relaxed myself savoring the sensation of his tip at my hole. I had finger-fucked my ass a few times in the past and the pleasure I derived from it caused me now to eagerly anticipate Ben s dick.



He dried his hand with the towel. You ready Todd? he asked a deep rumble in his voice.



I looked back at him and nodded.



Ben took me by the hips and pressed his dick against me. Holding my hips firmly he pulled me back onto his dick his slick head forcing me open. I instinctively arched my back and the tip of his dick gently slid past my ring. I tensed for a moment halting any further progression allowing my ass to adjust to the penetration. I contracted my sphincter muscles then released pushing back onto him. I rotated my hips corkscrewing his dick into me. A pressure developed in my gut as more of his dick eased inside. I paused allowing the pressure to dissipate before working to take him further in. A mild burning sensation grew along my anal ring as his cock continued its entry but was not enough to make me want to stop. A whimper of pleasure escaped from me as his cock continued to fill my hole. Before long his hips were against my ass his thick round balls touching my perineum.



Oh fuck yeah! I exclaimed as his dick pulsed inside me.



Ben blew out a breath. Fuck man your ass feels good. I was seized with a barely containable urge to let him fuck me.



Ben pulled back and slowly eased out then jumped to his feet. That was fucking hot! he declared breathlessly. He started pacing the floor back and forth running his fingers through his hair. I stood up and faced him.



He stopped pacing and looked at me exhaling a slow sigh. I fuckin popped your ass cherry man he stated somewhat proudly.



I laughed. That you did.



And you got mine he emphasized. How cool are we?



I laughed again. Well I…couldn t have given it up to a better man.



Ben was pleased by that. I m flattered buddy he said sincerely. Likewise. Come on let s go get cleaned up.



In the bathroom we soaked a washcloth in warm water and cleaned each other s dicks.



You know Ben said as he tossed the washcloth into the sink we wouldn t have been able to get away with all this if Joe and Erik were here.



I nodded. And the game s not even over yet. Not that there s really anything more we could do that we haven t done already.



Ben cocked his head to the side. Oh there s always more we could do buddy he stated clearly. He put his arm around my shoulders and we headed back to the couch to watch the remainder of the game. The fourth quarter had just started. We downed our drinks for another round. I turned to watch Ben s bare ass as he headed for the kitchen musing on the fact that my dick had been up it just a few moments ago.



We sipped our drinks watching the Packers score another touchdown in the last quarter and eventually finish the game victorious.



Well your Packers won Ben said as he leaned back with his drink.



Hell yeah they did. So what s my reward?



Ben didn t miss a beat. Whatever you want he replied.



I shrugged. I don t know man. I m pretty much up for anything.



Anything? Ben asked squinting his eyes. I nodded confidently. He set his glass down and stood up in front of me hands resting on his hips and dick growing. Why don t you fuck me then?



I smiled. I d love to was my simple reply.



Ben took the bottle of lube and squeezed some out before handing it to me. I squirted the lube onto my dick and smeared it around as he prepared his ass.



Ben got back on the couch and laid down on his back spreading his bent legs. I set the bottle aside then kneeled between his thighs aiming my dick at his glistening hole. He watched me intently as I pressed the head of my engorged cock against his anus. He pulled his knees to his chest and motioned with a nod of his head for me to continue. I pushed forward against him meeting slight resistance until Ben relaxed his sphincter muscles. He winced and cried out as my dick slid into his ass. I paused and asked him if he was okay.



It s all good man he replied. He reached around me and grabbed me by the ass pulling me deeper inside him. The tight ring of his anus slid along the length of my shaft all the way to the base. He released his hold on me and draped his arms overhead. I rotated my hips against him loosening him up but also stalling for time. The feel of his inner warmth for the second time was enough to make me shoot my load. I pulled my dick back until only the head remained inside him then eased back in to the hilt. Our eyes never left each other as I began to gently fuck him. Ben s breathing deepened his muscled chest expanding fully with each intake of air. I leaned over placing my hands on either side of him our faces just inches from one another. I continued to slide my dick in and out of his ass evoking moans from both of us. I was thrilled beyond measure to be fucking him and wanted to experience every single sensation of it.



Ben grabbed the cushion from the back of the couch and tossed it aside allowing us more freedom of movement. My pace began to pick up. I tried to force my awareness away from my dick by concentrating on the reactions that played across Ben s face. His mouth had dropped open and he was alternately moaning and grunting. His eyelids drooped repeatedly with the weight of the pleasure I was giving him.



That s it Todd Ben panted. Fuck me. His body was rocking back and forth with the increasing force of my thrusts jostling his round balls.



As much as I tried to prolong the event it wasn t long before I felt my dick swell. I m gonna cum I announced in a strained voice.



Ben took my face in his hands. Yeah cum in my ass.



With that my body jerked and I shot my pent up load inside him. I looked down and saw Ben s dick raise up from his belly and spurt a blast of his own. Ben shouted and grabbed his dick pumping out the rest of his seed as I buried my cock as deep into his ass as I could releasing the remainder of my ejaculate.



After a moment Ben s body went limp but he continued to hold my head with one hand rubbing the back of it with his fingertips. He gazed at me languidly swimming in a lingering state of pleasure. He brought his hand to my cheek and gently ran his thumb over my lips.



Without a thought in my head I leaned down and kissed him. Our eyes closed as our lips pressed softly together. Ben s mouth opened and I flicked my tongue inside. He encircled me in his arms pulling me down on top of him continuing our kiss. Our tongues explored each other s mouths and lips building with an increasing fervor. My consciousness drifted between his wet mouth his heart thumping against my chest the heat from his arms on my back and the warmth of my dick still inside him. Time seemed to slow down and stretch on indefinitely.



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Hope you enjoyed reading this series as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to all of you for your votes and comments.



Copyright 2008

Alan and Nikolas play penis-shoot

To Blow a Toe

I was bleary-eyed at eight in the morning. When I got to work I grabbed a bagel from the pantry and headed to my desk to boot up my computer. I listened to my voicemail while eating and then logged onto the internet to do some research on the real estate market. I was always looking for new land to buy.



An instant message window popped up in the corner of the screen. Blow my toe until my eyes roll back.



I started in surprise. What the hell? And then I saw the name of the sender and chuckled. My mysterious pen pal.



Good morning to you too I typed. I d met him in a chat room a few months back and he was one of the few who knew about my fetish. We d had some really hot conversations but during the workday we tried not to talk for just that reason. I ran my own business but didn t want to set a bad example for them and I was shocked my pal broke our rule.



Not such a good morning today he typed. Sorry if I scared you.



Don t be. I replied. What s up?



My head s really hurting he answered. I barely made it out of bed.



And would if help if I…you know did what you first asked?



Hah. You think it s funny but it really helps kick a headache. Try it some time.



I made a sarcastic mental note. Whenever head starts to hurt have someone suck on toe.



Right like that would work.



*



For the rest of the day I wondered about him. Everywhere I went I scrutinized attractive men thinking he could be any one of them. And literally he could. Who knew? He might be the surfer-type teller who worked at my bank. The clerk couldn t be more than twenty eight and he looked tired. Maybe his head ached.



I actually held my breath for a moment as shook his sun-bleached hair out of his face while counting out the cash I requested. Wouldn t it be eerie if he looked up and asked me to blow his toe? I wondered with a rising cock what his feet looked like. Too bad he worked in a bank. He looked like a walking sandal-advertisement.



Then on the way to my new dentists office that afternoon I glimpsed a hot Hercules at a construction site. Due to the humid summer day the men were shirtless. My mouth watered over a particular Adonis. Dark-haired and muscular with large capable hands his bronze chest gleamed in the sun.



Traffic was not moving so I took the opportunity to check out his shoes. Huge brown work boots. And when I say huge I mean it. Gargantuan. My pulse began to race and I was tempted to get out of the car and ask him if I could do for him what my pen pal asked. Blowing one of his big toes might rival sucking a normal man s cock. Imagine that.



The car in front of me finally began to move and as I pulled away I saw something fall off the scaffolding. A terrible cry rent the air and my poor Adonis s gorgeous face contorted in agony. In the rearview mirror I saw a brick had slipped and fallen on one of those feet and I nearly reversed to get out and offer comfort.



But I was late for the dentist. Now let me tell you I have no problem with the dentist but I liked my old one. Alas he was too old and had to retire. I d never been to see this guy before. I waited and waited for my name to be called. Nearly three quarters of an hour. Damn good thing I ran my own company or I d have been sacked for wasting almost half the day running errands. When the hygienist called me back I followed quickly needing to get out of here ASAP.



Of course that lasted til I saw the dentist Dr. Brannon. He was tall green-eyed and spoke with a lilting Irish accent. I wanted to take him home on the spot. He gave me a genial smile and asked me to sit down while he took a look at me.



I opened my mouth wide wishing he d insert something other than metal tools. A tongue cock or toe would have been great. I peered over the edge of the chair at his shoes. Round-toed black shoes. Wide and very big. A sudden image of that bare Irish foot had me speechless for a full thirty seconds.



The hygienist popped in to tell him he had two other patients waiting and he lowered his mask and sighed.



Two o clock and my back s killin me. He grimaced and slowly rubbed a hand across his lower back. I almost offered to do it for him.



Running a hand through his dark hair he smiled at me again. Looking good Langdon. Won t need to see you for another six months.



I made a note to myself to eat more candy. A cavity would get me here sooner.



*



All that night I dreamed I was swarmed by naked and half-dressed men all chanting his words begging me to blow their toes. Barefoot they walked over me but couldn t crush me. I could feel their soles – some smooth and some rough- but it was as if they were weightless above me. Some walked too fast for me to obey their order but others I could catch. I grasped big toes in my mouth and watched eyes cross with pleasure. All around me they bellowed and shouted and screamed as my lips touched their feet. Some men fell to the floor and disappeared in the wild throes of orgasm. Again I saw the faces of the men I d seen that day: my dentist the construction worker the blond bank-teller…



The shrill alarm clock woke me and I rose to damp sheets. Shit I d come in my sleep. Talk about wet dreams. When I touched my foot to the cold floor I cried out not realizing my sensitivity was due to the hot visions during the night. I jacked off again in the shower recalling some of the hottest moments of the dream like when Dr. Brannon had pressed his big bare foot to my face and shouted in Gaelic as his eyes rolled back in his head. I smiled as I rushed off to work.



*



At about six o clock that evening I showed up at my accountant s office.



Thanks for seeing me so late I said reaching out to shake his hand. He gave me a wan smile and waved at a chair. Now I should point out my accountant s a very handsome man – bronze skin a chiseled face straight nose and piercing dark eyes. Plus his thin wire-rimmed glasses make him look quite scholarly and dashing. I always anticipate meetings with him because trust me if you have to talk about ledgers and numbers for hours at a time it s best to do it with someone easy on the eyes.



I noticed a deep crease between his eyebrows and tension in his face.



Are you all right?



He shrugged as he dropped into his seat and pulled my file toward him. Woke up with a migraine. I m just under a lot of stress this time of year.



Oh. I m sorry to add to it.



His lips quirked in a tiny smile. Don t worry I can function this time.



This time. I recalled he d cancelled a few meetings last year because the pain had been too great for him to rise from his bed. The damn headaches really disrupted his life and I felt sorry for him.



He let out a huge sigh as his pen scratched across a sheet of paper. I frowned. Maybe we should postpone. If you re not feeling well–



He met my eyes. I m fine Langdon. Let s get on with it.



I shrugged and started explaining to him about the new buildings I was looking into buying next month. He listened and made a few notes but I could tell he wasn t really concentrating.



Have you taken anything for it?



Spence glanced up looking kind of pissed. Langdon Jesus I m–



I m just trying to help okay?



He stood up abruptly and I noticed he had slipped off his black leather loafers. I watched his black dress socks as he made his way across the office to a small round conference table.



As I watched in amazement he pulled off his socks to reveal beautiful bronzed feet. Enormous feet. I stared open-mouthed. High arches long straight toes tapering perfection.



I mean this man was my accountant and though he was handsome I never dreamed he d be perfect. He motioned to me and I got up and followed to sit across from him.



He took a deep breath and leveled me with an almost challenging glare through his glasses. You want to help me?



I nodded speechless.



He lifted one massive shapely foot to my lap. I swear I nearly came in my pants at that moment.



Blow my toe.



I ignored the crude language and stared at him. Wh-what?



You heard me. Suck on my toe until I m shouting and incoherent.



Blow my toe until my eyes roll back. The words from the message rang in my head. And then it all fell into place. Hadn t my pen pal complained of a headache too? Impossible.



I d always imagined my pen pal was some hulking jock a colossal muscle-bound fellow who could crush me with one hand and walked around half-naked all day. Not my razor-sharp accountant impeccably dressed in an elegant black suit and silver tie. I d pictured sneakers and athletic socks not obscenely expensive black dress shoes. His feet were immense it was true but they were slender with a refined graceful bone structure not rough-hewn and wide and blocky like I had seen in my head.



A groan brought me back to the present and I glanced down to realize my thumb massaged the ball of his foot in circular motions. My eyes flew to his face.



Want me to blow your toe until your eyes roll back?



Spence s breath hitched. His dark eyes widened. What did you say?



You heard me. I gave him an evil grin. I heard it helps kick a headache.



Spence wrenched his foot out of my grip. Don t even tell me.



Sounds like it doesn t it?



He stammered. So…so all those times…it was you?



I shrugged still shocked myself. In a daze I bent down and lifted his huge foot to my nose.



This time he let me. He smelled incredible like musk and leather and…feet. I felt dizzy.



He d asked me to suck until he shouted hadn t he? It helped his headaches. My cock twitched. I wanted to make him shout until his deep resonating voice turned hoarse.



I brushed his sole with soft kisses. He moaned and put his head back. I rubbed every inch of that mammoth foot with my thumbs wanting to help him relax. He slumped in his chair.



Finally I touched the tip of my tongue to the tip of his big toe the place people say is connected with the head.



He cried out and bucked his hips.



Then I couldn t hold back. I seized that big toe in my mouth and sucked wildly pulling at it as if my hunger couldn t be satisfied. Spence began to moan and groan and grunt. I glanced up to find he still wore his suit jacket. He d undone the tie and tossed it aside and a giant bulge in his perfectly creased trousers told me how turned on he was.



My own cock swelled in my pants at the sight. The hard planes of his face looked especially harsh. His dark eyes were wide behind his glasses his mouth agape and his knuckles white as he gripped the arms of the chair. I continued to suck amazed at the way his entire body writhed from the mere sensation of my mouth on his foot.



After a few minutes I lowered my head and began to blow. I dipped and nodded my head like mad wanting to make him crazy.



O-o-ohhhh! He called out the croaky groan dragging from his throat as if he couldn t suppress it.



My tongue swirled around the ball of his foot and I pressed kisses to his sole but always I returned to his toe sucking until my cheeks hollowed.



Yes! Harder! Oh God! He began to shout raising his voice to a pitch I d never heard. My soft-spoken accountant was not so timid after all. I obeyed and sucked harder taking in his second and third toes too.



Oh! Ah ah! His eyes rolled back in his head.



I slipped his foot from my mouth and lowered it to my lap.



It took him a minute to realize I d stopped.



Wh…what are you doing? He stuttered.



I shrugged. What you told me to. You said to stop when you became incoherent and your eyes went vague.



He struggled to sit up. Oh God no please.



What? I tried not to smile.



Please Langdon! He pushed his sole in my face but I tilted my head back. His toe brushed my chin.



He swallowed and whispered: Blow my toe until I explode. With that he unbuttoned his pants. His long cock sprang out and pointed to the ceiling so hard and full I could tell he was almost gone.



I accepted the toe hovering below my chin grabbed his other foot from the table and put that toe in my mouth too. Spence s hips came up off the chair. It was unbelievable. A serious man still fully dressed in a black suit and glasses arching his back like a madman and pumping his cock with both hands all because I had his toes in my mouth.



I blew his toes for another thirty seconds or so before he started thrashing in his chair. Ah AH ah AH AAAHHH! He bellowed his face a contorted mask his mouth wide open. His shouts were so damn loud I winced. I ll never forget what he looked like though sprawled in the chair his toes pressed against my lips his cock spurting seed clear across the room. It still gets me off.



*



The next morning I opened my email to find two lines: I hope you re happy. The migraine is as distant a memory as my voice.



I smiled. I happened to know the perfect cure for a rough throat but that s another story.

Two lewd guards ride cute inmate\’s ass and face

Kayak Ride

I met Walt a few months back at the local park. We have been running together and became acquainted with each other more and more every time we ran.



He was newly divorced and I think he was alittle jealous of my 15 year marriage working out so well.



You see Walt had only been married for a year when he found out his wife was seeing another guy. Some asshole at work. That realy tore Walt apart.



Anyway I had mentioned after a run one day that I was into kayaking. Walt said he had always wanted to try. I had an old kayak he could use I told him. With that in mind we agreed to meet the following Saturday morning.



The sun was shining that morning as I got the kayaking gear together and met Walt down by the lake. He was in an unusually loose pair of running shorts and a t-shirt.



He told me he hadn t worn any underwear because of some chaffing from running to much. I understood. I had done the same on occasion.



As we got underway Walt got the hang of it easily. After awhile of paddling through a series of narrow shallow canals way out of the way Walt wanted to stop to catch his breath You see it was mid-July and in south Florida it was hot and humid by 9:00 in the morning. I think we both needed a break.



We both paddled to shore and pulled our kayaks up on the beach and dove in the water. Damn it was refreshing. We swam around a bit and got out. That s when I first noticed Walt in a different eye.



Up until then I wouldn t have even given a guy a second look but you see the loose running shorts he had worn were wet and against his thigh. Not that I was looking but I couldn t help but notice the outline of his cut cock. Damn I bet this guy could satisfy the ladies.



There wasn t much of a view around us. Just alot of scrub palms and the narrow canal we came down.



Well anyway as we started talking about different things women and such I saw the outline of his cock again.



I was sitting in the sand and Walt had pulled over a kayak sitting on it s side.



Then the inevitable happened. Walt caught me looking at his crotch. He had been moving his legs back and forth in front of me about 10 feet away. Walt was talking but I didn t hear him. I looked up and he was looking back into my eyes…..busted!



He didn t say a word about it and I tried to play it off. He kept on talking about an old girl friend or something. I was oblivious to what he was saying by now.



By now his hardening cock had inched it s way down his open shorts and his head was in view.



What really sealed my fate was when Walt leaned back on the kayak and using his left hand pushed his cock down the left leg of his shorts.



Walt then asked if I was into porn. I told him I had seen a few videos and read a couple of stories. He asked which ones I liked. I said I liked fucking and lesbian flicks.



I again noticed he was rubbing on his cock. I was rubbing mine now too. He asked if I liked cock sucking videos. I said I sure did and that some of the women were real good.



Then my world changed forever. Walt then lifted up and pulled back his shorts and exposed about half of his cock to me and asked if I had ever thought about sucking a cock.



By now I was shaking like a leaf but couldn t look away from his hardening shaft. That cockhead was huge.



With that he stood up shed his shorts and walked over to me standing above me briefly then knelt down and pushed me backward onto the sand and lowered his hard cock to my face.



I had fantasied about sucking a cock for awhile but never thought it would be like this.



Walt was now sitting on my chest with a knee on either side of my head waving his cock above my face.



Then he methodically began softly slapping my face with his swollen cock getting closer and closer to my mouth.



After rubbing it across my lips I instintively opened my mouth and felt him push the head as it passed through my lips. Inch by inch he pushed more of his cock in and out of my mouth. I knew what he wanted and closed my mouth around his beautiful cock.





I was (we were) in heaven. I soon tasted his pre cum. It tasted alot like my own.



In and out he went. Deeper and deeper. After about 10 minutes I felt his cock swell even more and I knew what was about to happen.



Walt shot his load straight down my throat almost gagging me then pulled out so I could taste his cum with ease.



He kept on stroking his load into my mouth. I loved it.



Having his hard cock in my mouth and feeling it swell right before Walt came was reward enough for me.



I felt his hands running through my hair as I washed his cock with my mouth….stay tuned for Walt s reciprocation………

A couple of young gay friends are taking a bathroom together

Noir

The name s Piper. Peter Piper. But I don t pick pecks of pickled peppers. I solve cases. I m a private dick. That s a detective for those of you who don t know the lingo. A private eye.



It was a miserable Friday afternoon. Cold damp foggy. The weather was foul. And so was my mood. My bank account was dwindling at an alarming pace. I hadn t had a case in weeks. I was sitting behind my battered desk in my shabby office on the second floor of the Burke building downtown. Way downtown. I was sitting there and I was worrying. If something didn t happen soon I was in deep shit. I had bills to pay. The rent on the office was coming due and I didn t have it. I also didn t have the rent for my crummy one-room apartment with the rickety bed and the wobbly night table. That was downtown too. Further downtown.



I opened my top desk drawer and took out a deck of grimy torn playing cards. They were lying right next to the gun with the jammed hammer. I started dealing myself out a hand of solitaire as I brooded. I think it was when I was putting the queen of hearts on top of the king of clubs that I saw an ominous shadow darken the dirty opaque glass in my office door. I had yet to learn how ominous.



The door opened and there was this classy dame standing there framed in the doorway. Even from there I could smell her Pastiche perfume. It was overpowering. It was intoxicating. It was sexy and I was getting a hard-on.



Mr. Piper? she asked in a low sultry voice.



That s me I confirmed. Come in. I motioned for her to take a seat in the ripped fabric chair with the stuffing and springs popping out across from my desk. She shuddered very slightly as she perched on the very edge of it. She didn t want too much of her bottom exposed to whatever germs were crawling around on that chair.



She was classy all right. Besides smelling of Pastiche perfume she smelled of money. She had on a tight black dress with a low cut V-neck which emphasized her enormous boobs. They looked lickable. On her feet she wore very high-heeled black shoes. And over her shoulders she wore a sable stole. Her jet black hair was tied back in a neat bun and she wore a wide-brimmed hat like they used to wear back in the 1940 s.



I folded up the cards and quickly shoved them back into the drawer. Then I got up and helped lift the stole off her shoulders. I hung it carelessly on the top hook of the coat rack. She winced.



I sat down behind my desk again and faced her. How can I help you? I asked.



My name is Millicent Arbagast and I m having a problem. Fifi Applewhite told me that you could help me. She said you were very good.



Ah yes. Fifi Applewhite. The Stolen Baby Cup Case. I had helped Fifi Applewhite a lot. Someone had lifted the little sterling silver cup her grandmother had bought for her when she was born. It had the name Fifi engraved on it. It had great sentimental value. I had helped her by finding the cup (in her maid s suitcase ) and I had helped her even more by plowing her with my big hard cock. When I first arrived at her house she couldn t keep her hands off my dick. She kept grabbing it and licking it and sucking it. I just had to get it out of her hands and the best way seemed to be to hide it in her cunt. She went totally crazy. She grabbed my ass as I was fucking her and pulled so hard I thought she was gonna tear it off. I had black and blue marks on my buttcheeks for months.



What can I do for you Mrs. Arbagast? I asked. I assume it s Mrs.



Yes it is. Unfortunately.



She took out a cigarette from a gold case in her black pocketbook. She tapped the cigarette on the top of the desk before putting it between her sluttish red lips. She lit it with a diamond-studded gold lighter. I hadn t seen one like that in years. No cheap plastic disposable for her.



She puffed in deeply and blew out a plume of blue smoke. Then she continued. My husband Marvin and I are separated. He wants my son Harold. I don t want him to have my son Harold.



Isn t Harold his son too?



Yes of course. She took another puff. She was annoyed with me. I don t want him anywhere near Harold. I want him kept away.



Who has custody? I asked.



No one has custody. We re not divorced yet. But Harold is with me now and I don t want his father getting anywhere near him. She looked at me wondering how much to tell me. Marvin has done things to Harold she said flatly. Filthy things.



You should get a court order I advised.



I can t. This can t ever be made public. It would ruin my son s life. And I don t know how to keep Harold away from Marvin. Marvin s very rich. He gets whatever he wants. And he wants Harold. Can you help me?



What could I do to help you? I asked.



I want you to guard Harold. Stay with him night and day. I want you to keep Harold from being kidnapped.



I was beginning to get the picture.



You can move into my house. There s an extra bed in Harold s room. I would want you to sleep in Harold s room.



I don t know I considered. Playing nursemaid to a kid. It s not really what I do.



I ll pay you three thousand dollars a week.



I ll do it.



I thought you would. She handed me an engraved card. That s my address. Be there with your luggage. Nine tomorrow morning.



I took the card. I had been hired. Now at least I d be able to pay my bills and then some. She stood up. I think I ll be going now she said.



I went over to the coat rack to retrieve her fur. It snagged a little on the hook. She winced again. I walked behind her and placed it gently around her lush shoulders looking at the exposed tops of her magnificent tits. My cock got stiff again and through my pants started poking her behind. As I draped the sable over her shoulders my hand accidentally brushed her breast. She moved away.



Now. Now. We ll have none of that. I m your employer after all she reproved. Fucking cocktease. She knew very well what she was doing to me.



I m sorry I said. But I really wasn t. I wanted to tear off her expensive black dress and plant my voracious jaws over her big mammary. I wanted to knead it to twist it to flick the nipple with my tongue to suck on it. The more I thought about it the longer my hard dick got and even though I stepped back from her my desirous pole kept reaching out to rub against her ass.



Thank you Mr. Piper she said. I ll see you tomorrow morning. And then she was gone. There was nothing left but a cloud of Pastiche perfume. I pushed my cock back down in my underpants. It was really making a tent.



The next morning I arrived on schedule. Phipps the butler showed me up to the bedroom I would be sharing with Harold.



Where s the kid? I asked Phipps.



Out on the lawn playing croquet. Mrs. Arbagast is waiting for you in the garden. You can put your things in the drawers of that dresser. He pointed to the one on the left side of the room. There was a bed on the left side of the room too. I figured that was mine. Harold s bed and dresser were on the right side of the room. I unpacked my bags and put my stuff into the drawers. Phipps showed me to the bathroom and I brought my toothbrush and hairbrush in and left them there.



I ll take you down now sir said Phipps and he escorted me to the garden. This was really great. Now I had a butler to show me around. I could get used to this.



Millicent Arbagast was lying in a deck chair wearing a small two-piece yellow bathing suit. Her breasts were pouring out over the top. I still wanted to lick them. She was greasy from head to toe with suntan oil and she held a silver reflector in front of her face. She was wearing dark green sunglasses.



Mr. Piper she said stretching out her hand. I took her hand and raised it to my lips.



How chivalrous she observed dryly.



Where s Harold? I asked. I wanted to meet my new charge.



I ll bring you to him. She got up off the chair and put on a terry cloth robe and a pair of beach sandals. She led me across the great lawns past the enclosed tennis courts and the miniature golf links. Way down at the far end I could see Harold putting a wooden ball with a large wooden mallet trying to get it to go through bent wires.



He was a slender kid around eighteen or so with very white skin and spiky yellow hair. He didn t look anything like his mother. I wondered what Marvin looked like.



Harold had on a tight yellow pullover short-sleeved shirt and I noticed how thin his arms were. And his hands were very small and delicate. He was wearing a pair of tight-fitting white slacks which hugged his round bottom. On his feet were a brand new pair of bright white buckskin shoes.



Harold darling said Mrs. Arbagast. This is Mr. Peter Piper. The gentleman I told you about who ll be staying with us for a while.



You mean staying in my room.



Yes.



Harold stared coldly at me. He wasn t happy about this. This was her idea he told me. Not mine. He wanted to make sure I knew he didn t want me there. Is she paying you a lot of money to watch me?



Now Harold darling Mrs. Arbagast soothed him patting him on the back. Be nice.



I ll be nice he assured her. What do you say Mr. Piper. Would you like to play a game of croquet?



I never played croquet I explained. I don t know how.



I ll teach you he offered. Mrs. Arbagast smiled happily. Harold was going to try to be nice to me. She went back to her garden chair and her reflector while Harold spent the next few hours instructing me on the fine points of croquet. I was just getting the hang of hitting that wooden ball with my hard wooden mallet when Phipps came out and told us we would have to go inside and dress for dinner. Fortunately I had brought my blue suit. So it had a moth hole. You couldn t really see it unless you got down on your knees and stared at my ass.



The next couple of weeks went without incident. Harold and I were getting used to each other. To being roommates. He was being civil to me if not really friendly.



I think it was a Tuesday afternoon when his mother had had the chauffeur drive her into town to go to the department stores. Harold and I were lazing around the bedroom on our own beds. I was reading a pulp paperback detective novel and he was reading a magazine. I didn t know what magazine it was but from a distance it looked like it might have had naked pictures in it.



I was wearing my tank top and my boxers and my black socks. Harold had nothing on but a pair of skimpy white jockeys that looked like they were three sizes too small. Everything was bulging. He started looking at me in a funny way. His eyes almost seemed flirtatious.



Peter. Do you think I have pretty legs? He started running his hand up and down his left leg as he flexed it. It was a nice leg. Smooth with just a little sprinkling of golden fuzz.



I don t know I said. I never really thought about it.



Well look he encouraged me and started showing off his long gams feeling them all over. I think I have pretty legs.



Do you? I asked absently.



Yes I do. He answered in a pout. My father thinks I have pretty legs.



I raised my eyes from my detective novel and looked squarely at him. Your father thinks you have pretty legs? How do you know that?



Because he tells me. He tells me all the time. He says I have the most beautiful long golden legs as beautiful as any woman s. He says I have a gorgeous ass… Do you think I have a gorgeous ass Peter? And now he got on his knees on the bed with his butt facing me and lowered his underpants so that I could admire the two beautifully round firm fleshglobes. He put his hands behind him and started caressing himself. Then with his ass in the air he pulled the cheeks apart to expose his little pink hole to me. He did have a pretty ass. His cheeks were nice and I was even liking his little pink hole. And my cock was liking it all too. I surreptitiously tried to push down my boner inside my boxers. Do you like my ass Peter?



It s gorgeous I said trying to sound sarcastic.



How would you like to fuck my ass Peter? He started swaying it around hypnotically. I was getting into a spell. I had never done that but it was certainly worth considering now that the opportunity was so screamingly presenting itself. But no. I couldn t do that. He was in my charge. I was getting paid a lot of dough to keep him safe. If I fucked him and his mother found out I could lose my job. My very nice well-paying job.



No I decided finally.



Are you worried that my mother would find out and fire you from your cushy job?



I didn t answer. He came over and stood in front of me and he turned around and bent at the waist moving his butt directly in front of my face. He started fondling it and spreading the cheeks again. He looked over his shoulder and smiled as he tantalized me.



Well how about this scenario? he proposed. You don t fuck me but I tell my mother you did fuck me and she fires your sorry ass. Do you follow my line of thought?



I follow it I assented nodding my head while focusing on the pretty pink hole. I took off both my black socks and pulled my tank top over my head. I raised my ass to lower my boxers but they caught onto my hard-on and it took a couple of minutes to free them. When I was naked I moistened my index finger in my mouth and began to explore his tender bud. When my finger touched the sensitive spot he shuddered all over. The little mouth almost opened by itself to lick my digit. My finger went in. What a warm tight little space. My cock was raging. You know how your cock gets when your finger is exploring a hot fuckchannel.



He turned around and dropped to his knees by the side of the bed and moved me so that my legs were on both sides of him and my feet were on the floor. He suddenly sank his voracious mouth over my rigid member and started noisily to ingest it. It was a great blowjob. I d never had one like it I must admit. The kid really knew how to appreciate a private dick s dick. He took his mouth off the long pole but only to move his head down between my legs and lick my heavy cum-filled balls. Wow did that tickle. His hand was jacking my wet pole as he tongue-loved my giant nuts. He raised my legs slightly and I rolled a little on my own round cheeks so that now my own bud was available. He moved his tongue between my cheeks and slobbered away. No one had ever eaten my ass before. That s for sure. I right away knew that I could get used to this.



Finally it was time to move on. He climbed on the bed. He was on his knees with his head and chest down and his pretty rear raised high. It was just begging for a nice poke. I moved behind him also on my knees and positioned my wet dick at the entrance to paradise. I moved forward and heard the angels sing. Wow. I had never buttfucked before. I guess I hadn t done much of anything before but this job was giving me incredible new opportunities and paying me a bundle in the bargain. I grabbed his hips and began fucking his ass. My tickly prick was scratching itself on his scorching sucking asswalls.



I pushed down on his rear forcing him to flatten and I lay on top of him so that I could flex my assmuscles into him and not just sway my hips back and forth. He moaned nnnnnnnggggg. Nnnnnngggggg. He was really loving it. Fuck me daddy he begged. I wasn t his real daddy but I was happy to oblige. No wonder his father wanted him so badly. But too bad. I was being paid to keep his daddy from getting him. I felt the exquisite climax building in my balls. I think he felt my climax building also because he started to move his ass in a frenzied fashion squeezing his firm bubbles around my shaft as I shafted him and shafted him and wow now I was shooting the most fantastic load I had ever shot in my entire life into his fucktunnel. His hot sweet fucktunnel.



Oh baby. Baby. Take my hot juice I screamed Drink it up. Drink my hot juice into your ass.



I am. I am he yelled. My ass is drinking your hot love juice daddy. Drinking it all down. After that we lay there two limp rags me on top of him with my very-relieved dick still deep in his assmouth. I sighed contentedly.



How was that? he asked.



Do you have to ask?



Yes. I want to know. How did you like my ass?



Your ass is wonderful I said.



Do you think my ass is beautiful?



Yes. I think your ass is so beautiful. I love your sweet ass. I never want to leave your sweet ass.



Oh Peter he sighed. I wish you never had to. I wish you could stay inside me forever. If I can t be with my daddy at least I have you now.



Yes baby. You have me. I kissed his golden hair. He smiled under me. My prick was still buried in his hole. His hole just didn t want to let go of it.



After that we fucked every chance we got. I was loving my job and praying my employer never found out that I was doing filthy things to her beloved son Harold.



My one mistake was driving back to my office to write out checks and pay overdue invoices. Mrs. Arbagast was going to be home that day and she gave me permission to go.



I had only been in my office around ten minutes and was still opening mail when I heard a knock at the door. Again I saw an ominous shadow darkening the dirty door glass.



Come in I called wondering who on earth it could be. The door opened and a large well-dressed man entered. Yes? I asked.



Do I have the pleasure of addressing Mr. Peter Piper?



Yes I said. I m Peter Piper. And whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?



I am Mickey Morris. Big Mickey they call me.



Sit down Big Mickey I invited and pointed at the threadbare chair. He shuddered. He was immaculately and expensively dressed and my chair was beneath him (figuratively) but not literally beneath him as yet. Finally having no other choice he sat. What can I do for you? I asked.



You can turn over Harold Arbagast to me.



My jaw dropped.



Harold Arbagast? I stuttered.



Exactly. I know you re working for his mother trying to keep the boy from his beloved father. Well I m working for his father Mr. Marvin Arbagast. Mr. Arbagast has hired me to get his son back. To return the dear lad to his rightful dad.



I m sorry. I can t help you I said.



You mean you won t help me.



I guess so I decided my jaw tightening.



In that case…. He never finished the sentence. He took out a revolver and I thought he was going to shoot me but he grabbed it by the muzzle walked around the desk and cracked me on the head with the steel handle.



I went down. Down. Down. Down. Down to another planet. Down to another world. Red smoke was swirling all around me as I fell and fell and fell. A hundred stories. I knew I was going to crash but I never did. Finally I landed at the bottom and took a step but the bottom was only a ledge and I fell and fell and fell. Down. Down. Down. Another hundred stories to another planet which was only another ledge. My heart was thudding in my chest and I knew I was going to crash and burn. Another swirl of red smoke closed around me and I heard strange echoey ghostly voices in my head. I couldn t make out what the voices were saying because I was falling falling falling. Down. Down. Down.



When I woke up I was in a strange room. There were mats on the floor. There were mats on the wall. There were hooks and chains everywhere. It was either a madhouse or a gymnasium or maybe a torture chamber.



He s waking up said one of the voices.



I was lying on the canvas mat and the first thing I noticed was that I was naked and my hands were chained together with a chain and that chain was chained to another chain which was chained into a hook on the wall. My feet were chained too but they were not connected to the wall. Under the circumstances my feet were relatively free.

It s too bad you wouldn t cooperate with us Mr. Piper said Big Mickey looming over my prostrate body. He was again immaculately and expensively dressed. He even had a vest on under his jacket and his fingers sparkled with large expensive diamond rings. These are my henchmen he said pointing out the four other men in the room. My stooges if you insist. This is Larry. This is Curly. (That was strange. Curly didn t have a hair on his head.) This is Mo. And the mean looking one over there is Wilbur. Be careful you don t get on Wilbur s bad side. He can be dangerous.



My heart was fluttering in the pit of my stomach. What were they going to do to me?



We have someone we d like you to meet said Big Mickey. He nodded to Larry and Curly who went through a steel door I assume into the next dungeon because they came back dragging a forty-year old skinny knobby-kneed naked man who s hands and feet were cuffed as mine were. This is Everett Big Mickey said. Poor Everett looked like he d already been through the mill.



Everett here is a man who doesn t pay his debts. He owes Big Mickey bigtime. That s bigtime money. And poor Everett says he doesn t have any money. So until Everett finds some money he s going to have to stay here and be punished. Nobody crosses Big Mickey. Larry Curly. Let s show Peter here how we deal with guys who don t cooperate. Larry started giggling wildly and insanely. Curly just smiled benignly.



They grabbed poor Everett s bony arms and dragged him over a steel table so that he was standing on the floor but his chest and head were on the tabletop. There were steel wristcuffs built into the table so they uncuffed Everett s hands and locked him onto the hard table.



Larry went to the wall and lifted off a long leather strap. He held it by the handle and started snapping it in the air like a rodeo star. Everett looked nervously over his shoulder. He was about to get some stripes.



I think ten lashes for a start Big Mickey ordered.



Larry raised the lash and brought it down on Everett s smooth white buttocks. Everett screamed and began to circle his ass around. It was really stinging him. Then another. Then another. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Larry was laughing hysterically as the angry red welts arose on his victim s tender cheeks. It would take a while for them to disappear if ever. I felt so sorry for Everett. But his punishment wasn t over. After ten lashes Larry laid down the whip. Everett was blubbering pitifully. Curly walked over and ran his fingers over the raised stripes. Everett howled. The wounds were sensitive to the touch. Now both Larry and Curly began to fondle Everett s torn flesh. Curly licked one of his fingers and Larry held the cheeks apart while Curly stuck his finger in the man s ass. He moved it back and forth and gave Larry a smile of approval. Larry started giggling again.



They both started taking off their clothes and letting them drop onto the thick mat. Curly got down on his knees and took Larry s cock in his mouth to give it a good wetting. Larry had a very impressive rod there and as a matter of fact so did Curly. They were of similar length and thickness but Larry s was ramrod straight and Curly s bent upward a little. It almost curled. I wondered it that s how he got the name Curly.



Larry burrowed into Everett s ass slapping the fleshy cheeks joyously with his flat palm as he fucked. It was like whipping a horse as you rode it. Faster faster you bitch he screamed and poor Everett tried to move his middle more. Anything to get Larry off and out of him. If he didn t like this one wait till he got the curly one I thought. That was gonna be like getting fucked by Captain Hook.



Larry started making obscene noises and shivering all over. You almost thought that his cock was hurting him as the cum was spewing out. GGGGHHH. GGGGHHHH. And poor Everett who was getting the hot load in his guts remained perfectly silent. He just took it. What else could he do?



Larry stepped aside and Curly moved in. He seemed perfectly delighted with sloppy seconds. The hole was nice and wet for him now and he wouldn t have to scrape along. He was sliding in and sliding down just like on a ski slope. Only here he didn t have to wait for the lift to take his knob to the top. He just moved his hips back a little.



Suddenly I noticed that Everett was reacting. He was twitching his heiny around like crazy. Something was doing something to him. His ass was starting to be very happy. And then I figured it out. The curl must be stroking around on his prostate. Nothing but a great prostate stroke could make a guy as happy as Everett now seemed to be.



Everett was getting so into being fucked now that he was starting to participate which had the reverse effect of what he wanted. He wanted Curly to keep fucking him but his behavior was making Curly want to cum. Curly s load was cuming and nothing was going to stop it. Yaaach yelled Curly sharply as he shot. Having accomplished his mission he abruptly extracted his missile while it was still rigid and curly. A couple of more small jets of cum arched through the air onto the mat. Too bad. Everett could have had those.



So now you see a little of what we have planned for you said Big Mickey evilly smiling down at my helpless naked body.



Please no I begged. I ll do anything. Anything.



Anything? Then you ll get the boy for me yes?



I paused. I did have my professional honor to consider. My reputation. I couldn t let it get around that I had caved in to a big time hood. No I answered. I can t do that.



Very well said Big Mickey. You won t do it now. Later on you will. I promise you. Mo. Wilbur. He s all yours.



They moved Everett off the steel table and flopped him down on the mat. They moved me onto the steel table and cuffed my wrists. My vulnerable ass was in the air. I knew what was coming.



Mo. Fifteen lashes announced Big Mickey.



I was outraged. Fifteen!?!? Everett only got ten.



Ahh but your infraction is even worse than his. Go on Mo.



Mo raised the leather whip and splatted the straps against my tender ass. Whap. Whap. Whap. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. GGGHHHHAAAA. GGGHHHHAAA. GGGGGHHHHAAAA. That was me not the whip. The whip just went whap and thwack.



Finally it was over. Mo had worked up a nice little sweat. He was puffing a little from the exertion of beating someone s ass to death. But he was smiling. Can I fuck him now? asked Mo beseechingly.



In a little while Mo. Be patient dear boy said Big Mickey coming over and standing behind my ass. He rubbed my welts reflectively. Have you ever had a cock up your ass Mr. Piper? he asked me.



No! I sputtered outraged. How dare he suggest that I d had a cock up my ass?



I suspected as much. A virgin hole. Sorry Mo. You ll have to wait a bit. I want to be the first one in that hole. Mo stepped aside and Big Mickey edged up to me. I could feel the rough material of his pants on my ripped cheeks. I heard him pull his zipper down and I saw him going through some contortions as he dug his gangster dick out through the opening. It was already starting to get hard. He started playing with it with one hand and feeding his finger into my hole with the other. Larry. Would you be so good as to provide us with a little lubricant? he asked crazy Larry who was only too glad to oblige. He fell to his knees as if he d been shot and devoured his boss cock making joyful noises as he got it wet.



Now him said Big Mickey. Larry lifted off of Big Mickey and brought his wet sloppy mouth over to my rectum where he slobbered it and got it real wet. He even dug his tongue through the opening. That was kind of okay.



But then he moved away and I could feel the blunt end of Big Mickey s pole knocking for entrance. I tried to hold the door shut but my asshole s strength was no match for the force of Big Mickey s lustful cock. He broke through the door and scooted down the long narrow hallway. The enemy was inside.



I know you ve heard this before from guy s who never thought they would dig getting fucked. But yeah I liked it. I admit it. Shoot me. How come so many guys are so hung up about having a fleshpole up their ass when it feels so good? People were really screwed up. They were afraid they were gonna like it and wouldn t that be just terrible? So they had a conniption if anyone even mentioned assfucking or touched their butt or anything. Dumb shits.



Big Mickey shot his wad inside of me and it was warming me from the inside out. It seemed like cum was a natural energy source and if we could get enough cum awash in the world maybe we could even stop pumping oil. My rosette licked its lips when Big Mickey pulled out savoring his root beer.



Then Mo and Wilbur started to get undressed. I had forgotten about them. The goons. But why the hell not? I liked getting fucked so let them knock their brains out. Mo had a normally large cock. But Wilbur. What he was packing between his legs was obscene. Who could possibly ever take something more than a foot long and almost six inches around. Who could possibly take that? Me? It seemed it was gonna be me.



Mo was a piece of cake. He slid it in and out and all around and I was loving it. A little more to the right guy. That s it sweetheart. Now just a wee bit further in. Oh yeah. Right there. Hit it there. That s real nice. Fuck your good buddy Mo. Fuck his hot ass. Plow that big cock up there. Oh man. Yeah.



But all good things must come to an end and so did this. The whole thing had been about Mo getting off and he got off. I had another hot manload in me and my pussy smacked its lips one more time.



But now the test. Wilbur with his monstrosity. I was tensing up even before he tried to put it in. No. No. I advised myself. Be loose. Go with it. Relax your body. Relax your whole body. Open it up. Ya gotta be open. Open to everything. Open to Wilbur s phallic deformation. More than a foot. Wow. He pushed against me working the tip against my tight unwilling round muscle. My asshole was spreading spreading spreading. I screamed. My eyes were screwed shut so I didn t know who it was who put a bottle of funny smelling stuff under my nose. When I inhaled it everything went kind of dark and I could see my own asshole spreading for Wilbur s human eel. The long eel was now swimming in more open waters it s little tail aflapping. My ass was spreading around Wilbur s dick. It was way way up inside me. They gave me another sniff of that pain-deadening sex-enhancing narcotic darkness. I went into a warm flush and again it was like my eyes were in my ass watching the cock going in. I wanted the cock in me. It felt good now. If I could just keep sniffing that stuff and getting rammed with that big cock……..



But this good thing came to an end too. Another load of scum bubbled into my asshole. When Wilbur pulled out his enormous plug the scum bubbled out and down my legs and onto the mat. Well. I had gotten through that. I had braved it and Harold was still safe. I had kept the boy out of their evil clutches. I felt ennobled. If only I could have used that in my advertising. I got fucked in the ass but I kept my client safe.



But I wasn t finished. They had more fun and games in store for me. Larry went into the dungeon next door and wheeled in some kind of a machine. They wheeled it behind my behind. It was some kind of motorized dildo. A fucking machine. They plugged it into my wet ass but they didn t turn on the motor yet.



Next they went and dragged Everett off the floor. They laid him down on the table with his legs hanging over his cock in front of my mouth. They cuffed his hands above his shoulders onto the table. They moved me in closer and now they raised Everett s legs and hung them over my shoulders. He was triangularized around my face.



Suck him ordered Big Mickey.



I bent my head down and took Everett s floppy wiener in my mouth. His wiener had been cold but now it was cooking on the grill that was my tongue. It was getting bigger and stiffer and longer and harder.



That s good appraised Big Mickey. And suddenly my head was forced all the way down till my lips were tangled in Everett s pubic bush. The cock was lodged in my throat and I was choking. I thought I would vomit. I thought I would pass out. I struggled to accommodate Everett s rigid penis. Suddenly hands were everywhere. I didn t know what was happening but after that I couldn t move. I was locked in place with the stiff cock down my gullet. I coughed and dribbled as I realized that they had wound a mile of duct tape around us. Around my head. Around Everett s ass. We were taped together from here to eternity.



I had so much agony in my throat that I had forgotten about the machine in my asshole. Now Big Mickey flipped a switch and the motor started and the artificial cock was mechanically and rhythmically plunging in and out of my increasingly sore tunnel. I tried to moan out in protest but Everett s big dick was down my throat and only gargles came out.



I think they ll be fine for a while Big Mickey said to his thugs. Have fun boys. We ll be back later. They left and Everett and I and the machine were alone together.



I think Everett knew what his cock was doing to my throat and he was trying to will it down. Sorry about this man he muttered to me. I just sputtered.



I m trying to lose the boner but it just won t go down. Your throat is so fucking hot he was complimenting me I think. I sputtered again.



AAAAGGGGHHH. AAAAGGGHHH. AAAAGGGG. He was tossing his juice straight down my esophagus into my stomach. I didn t even taste it. At least now his cock would shrink and I would be able to breathe.



Wrong. He came and as my throat closed down on his tube it hardened again. Over the next hours he shot and hardened he shot and hardened. It was endless. I think he was getting weak but my throat action was too much to resist. His cock was just not going to rest in such a hospitable location. And there was no dinner break. Everett was probably starving but the protein shake I was ingesting from his cock and balls was at least giving me some nourishment.



Meanwhile the machine was assplugging me. In and out and in and out and in and out—endlessly—the machine was not going to shoot a load. In and out and in and out and…..to infinity and my asswalls were on fire. I never felt such pain. I was being fucked raw. Between the pain and the lack of air I was starting to lose consciousness. I was gonna pass out. Yeah. I was gonna pass out.



And then I went down. Down. Down. Down. Down to another planet. Down to another world. Red smoke was swirling all around me as I fell and fell and fell. A hundred stories. I knew I was going to crash but I never did. Finally I landed at the bottom and took a step but the bottom was only a ledge and I fell and fell and fell. Down. Down. Down. Another hundred stories to another planet which was only another ledge. My heart was thudding in my chest and I knew I was going to crash and burn. Another swirl of red smoke closed around me and I heard strange echoey ghostly voices in my head. I couldn t make out what the voices were saying because I was falling falling falling. Down. Down. Down.



As I painfully opened my eyes I saw Big Mickey s face peering into mine. I looked at him sideways because I still had Everett s big cock down my throat. And it was still hard. Grraahh uttered Everett weakly as he shot another weak watery load down my gastrointestinal tract.



Well? asked Big Mickey. He cut the tape on one side and lifted my head so I could answer.



The kid s yours I assured him.



Good. Now you see. If you d only been reasonable to begin with we could have avoided all this unpleasantness. He turned to Everett. And what about you? When can I expect my money?



I ll sell my house Everett decided.



There. You see how easy life can be said Big Mickey. His smile was a mile wide. The goons looked at each other and nodded happily.



The next night we went to collect Harold. Big Mickey got out his big black stretch limousine. Larry drove and Curly sat next to him in the front seat. Way back on the wide back seat I sat at one window and Big Mickey sat at the other. There would be plenty of room between us for the boy. Mo and Wilbur sat facing us in the rear of the long limo. I stared fixedly out the window at the night sky because every time I looked across the small space in front of me Wilbur would catch my eye and start stroking his enormous bulge. At least it was dark enough so that he couldn t see how red my face got every time I looked at his crotch. Despite myself he was making me hot.



My job was to return to the house as if nothing had ever happened and bring Harold out to the car. I wasn t looking forward to the task. We drove for about an hour and I could see the Millicent Arbagast estate looming in front of the windshield. Larry pulled up about fifty yards from the front gate and I got out. I walked to the gate feeling nervous and exposed. I rang the bell. The voice box answered. It was Phipps.



Yes? Who is it?



It s me Phipps. Peter Piper. Open up.



We expected you back two days ago.



I got delayed I said. Open up.



I heard a buzzer and a release in the gate. I pushed on it. It opened. I was in. So far so good. I walked down the long path from the gate to the steps leading up to the front door. I climbed the steps and rang the bell. The door swung open. Phipps stood there. I pushed past him.



Where is everybody? I asked.



Mrs. Arbagast and Master Harold are in the library he answered. I nodded and walked down the hall. I could hear the television through the door. They were watching Jeopardy and Harold was showing his mother he was smarter than any of the contestants.



Wonderful darling. How do you know all that? she enthused.



I pushed open the door and she and I looked at each other. Where have you been? she asked. You were supposed to be back two days ago. I should fire you you know.



I know. You should. You really should I admitted. Hello Harold I said nodding to the attractive blonde boy.



Hello he said smiling faintly. I think he was glad to see me. I think he maybe was missing a little something when I wasn t around.



Mrs. Arbagast I m afraid we re going to have to have a little talk. She looked up at me with a puzzled expression.



Yes?



I m going to have to take Harold.



What? She didn t even know what I was talking about. I pulled out my pistol and held it on the two of them. Harold s eyes were as big as saucers. Come on Harold. Come over here. I m taking you to your father.



Harold started walking over to me like a good boy but his mother was not so agreeable. With a samurai shout she came tearing across the room aiming to put me down for the count. I put out my arm and shoved her backwards. She went sprawling on the floor.



You bastard she screamed.



I m sorry I said. I don t have any choice.



How much is he paying you? I ll double it.



It s not money I said. It s my life. If I don t do this there are people who will kill me.



She burst into a crying fit. No. No. No she sobbed. Harold my baby. She threw out her arms beseeching him not to go with me. He came with me. He walked in front of me down the hall to the front door while I held the gun in my hand. Phipps was standing there like a statue his eyes glued to the weapon. I waved the gun a little to tell him to get out of the way. We went out the front door and back down the long path and through the gate. Larry gunned the motor and the big vehicle pulled up directly in front of us. The back door opened and I helped Harold get in the long car. Big Mickey took his arm and sat Harold down next to him on the back seat. I climbed in and sat at my window on the other side of Harold. Nobody said anything. We drove in silence. Occasionally I would glance across from me and note that Wilbur was tenting for Harold as well as for me. Horny hung bastard.

We drove more than three hours and pulled up in front of another big estate.



Where are we? I asked.



My father s mansion said Harold.



Holy hell. It s bigger than the other place.



My father s richer stated Harold.



This time the gates swung open on their own as we approached and the big limo proceeded down the long driveway stopping at the very front door. Larry shut off the motor and we all got out. The front door opened. Standing there was a well-tailored English valet.



Mr. Arbagast is in the library he told Big Mickey. He said library funny. He kind of slurred it.



Thanks Mason said Big Mickey. Apparently he was a frequent visitor. We walked down the hall. Big Mickey had his arm enlaced with Harold s. He pushed open the library door and there in a big fancy lounging chair was the impressive Mr. Marvin Arbagast. He was a big powerful lion-like blonde man. An older more masculine version of Harold. His complexion was pink under his blonde whiskers.



He got out of the chair and held his arms open. Harold. My boy he said.



Harold immediately broke free of Big Mickey. He ran across the room and threw himself into his father s large embracing arms. Harold hugged him desperately around the waist.



Oh daddy. Oh daddy he cried. She wouldn t let me see you.



I know honey. I know. But you re here now. They hugged each other like sumo wrestlers. Harold tilted his boyish face up and Arbagast tilted his down and before I knew it they were madly soulkissing. They were sucking each other s tongues. Harold was playing with his father s bulge and Arbagast was stroking the back of his son s pants. All this right in front of everyone. Big Mickey smiled knowingly.



I ll send you a check tomorrow Arbagast told Big Mickey.



What do you want us to do with him? Big Mickey asked meaning me.



Get rid of him said Arbagast.



Oh no daddy said Harold. He s nice. I like him. Let me keep him.



You want him? the father asked.



Please daddy.



Then you got him said Mr. Arbagast again kissing his son s already irritated red lips and sucking them into his mouth. His hands were kneading the kid s ass.



Oh thank you Daddy said Harold and gave me a little wink. I was saved. The kid had saved my life. I was in his debt forever.



Okay said Big Mickey. We ll be going now. Come on boys. He gathered his goons and they went toward the front door. Wilbur gave me a last lascivious look from down the hall just before he went out into the dark night. He ran his tongue over his lips.



Mr. Arbagast lifted his face off his son s for a moment. You can be my son s bodyguard he said to me. I ll hire you as his body guard. I want you to be with him every second I m not around. Okay?



Okay I agreed. Old job. New employer.



How much was the cunt paying you?



Three thou a week I said honestly.



I ll make it four he said.



Great I answered. I had stumbled into a wonderful new profession. Personal bodyguard. Mr. Arbagast pulled a thick silken cord on the wall. From somewhere far away in the house I could hear chimes. After a few minutes Mason appeared.



Mason Mr. Arbagast told him. Mr. Piper is going to be staying with us. He will be Master Harold s new bodyguard. I want him to sleep in the antechamber.



Antechamber. That sounded real fancy. Like more than a room. Actually it was a room but it was just outside Mr. Arbagast s bedroom door. Which meant you had to go through my room to get to his. Which meant that if someone wanted to kill Mr. Arbagast they would of course have to kill me first. Oh well. Every job has its hazards I supposed.



Mr. Arbagast went into his bedroom and brought me out a pair of his own striped silk pajamas. He brought me a toothbrush and showed me where the bathroom was. I was waiting for him to go into his room but he just stood there with Harold next to him waiting for me to get ready for bed. I guess he wanted to know how the pajamas fit me. I took off my clothes and stood there bare-ass while he appraised me and my dangling big dick. I put on the pajama shirt and buttoned it. I wanted to give him a little more time to survey my equipment if that s what he wanted. Then I stepped into the pants part. The pajamas were way too big for me. When I took a step they caught under my feet and I kept having to roll back the sleeves.



We ll get you some of your own pajamas tomorrow Arbagast laughed amused at the guy in the extra-large PJ s. Come on Harold he said. Time for bed. He took Harold s hand and led him into the master bedroom and closed the door. After brushing my teeth I got into my own bed in the antechamber right outside their door. I was bushed. I had been through mucho. I really wanted to go to sleep and was just about to doze off when I heard sounds.



Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Daddy. Ohhh. Ohhhh. Yes. Daddy. Do it.



My baby boy. My precious baby boy. Suck your daddy s big cock. That s it honey. That s good. That s soooo good. Yes.



Fuck me daddy. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your big thick daddydick in my hot asshole. Fuck me daddy.



Anything you want baby. Anything my baby wants. I heard some creaks in the springs and then…



AAARRGGGHH yes daddy. That s it. That s it. I feel your big cock in my hole. It feels so wonderful. Fuck me daddy. Fuck me.



I m fucking you baby. I m gonna fuck my little guy s ass every night till the end of time. Let that bitch try to take you away again. You re mine. Your ass is mine.



I actually shot a load listening to the two of them go at it. I had never heard anything so hot in my life. I lay there with scum dribbling out of my dick staining the pants part of my silk pajamas. I ruefully remembered that you couldn t even wash silk. They would have to go out for a dry cleaning.



The next day they bought me my own silk pajamas. A lot of them. I was staining every fucking night. I think Mason had told Mr. Arbagast about my nocturnal emissions and he was amused. Harold and I played croquet every day and watched reruns of Jeopardy so he could show me how smart he was and every night I would eagerly wait for the powerful blonde stud to bang his young son so I could get off on the sex sounds. I was sort of like a voyeur but I didn t get off on watching. I got off on listening.



After a couple of weeks one night they went into the bedroom and I got into the sack and turned out the light. I was anxiously waiting for my program to begin when the door opened. Framed in the light of a lamp was a large naked Mr. Arbagast. I stared at his enormous dick. No wonder Harold couldn t wait to get back to his father.



Harold would like you to join us. he said. Harold says he likes it when you fuck him.



Does he? I m glad.



Come on. He stretched out an arm and led me into the large master bedroom. Harold was lying naked on the satin sheets his legs splayed apart like waiting for someone to crawl between them to stuff a cock down into his little hole. All he had to do was raise his legs. He looked good.



I started to take off my silk pajamas and dropped them by the side of the enormous bed. Room enough for three I thought. I crawled up on the bed and Arbagast guided me till I was straddling his son s face. Harold opened his mouth and my dick disappeared. Ahh. The Case of the Disappearing Dick. This was an interesting case. I hoped I didn t solve it too quickly.



Harold munched and munched on my member with great enjoyment. His father looked on lovingly enjoying the spectacle and fondling my see-saw asscheeks. Then he moved me to Harold s side and took my place on the boy s face feeding his own outsized pecker between his son s jaws. Harold s cheeks were hollowing in every time he took a big suck on his dad s giant rammer. I played with myself as Mr. Arbagast fucked his kid s mouth and then daringly I raised one hand and stroked Mr. Arbagast s round fleshy cheeks as they clenched and unclenched and clenched again.



I know what Harold would really like announced Mr. Arbagast.



What s that? I asked.



A double fuck. A little DP. A little double penetration. You d like that wouldn t you son?



Oh yes daddy. I think I d like that a lot. What a good idea.



Arbagast patted his son s cheek. I thought you would He said.



I had no idea how we were going to accomplish this so I let Arbagast take complete charge. He seemed to have the strategics worked out. Move over Harold he instructed. Let Mr. Piper lie down. Then he turned to me. Get in the middle of the bed and lie on your back. I followed his instructions to the letter as if he were my drill sergeant.



Harold. Get down there and suck on Mr. Piper s big dick. Get it nice and hard.



Harold also followed instructions and it felt terrific. He sucked my dick he slurped my balls into his mouth. He went back to my dick. It was terrific. Mr. Arbagast had reached for something on the night table. It was lube. He rubbed it all over my big dick. He rubbed it all over his bigger dick. He started feeding into Harold s little ass with his long fingers. I watched the digits twisting around in Harold s delicious hole. My dick was gonna be in there in a few minutes. Yeah. And four thousand a week.



Harold. Climb over Mr. Piper and sit down on his dick. But face away from him. Face his feet. Harold grabbed my pole and held it in position as he lowered his butt onto it. I couldn t see the look of pleasure that must have been sweeping across his face at that moment because he was facing my feet. But his hole was starting to surround my dick and now he was sitting down. Yes. His cheeks were warming my abdominals. He was squeezing his tunnel all around my flesh and moving up and down. Damn it. This was good.



Suddenly I felt my legs being spread apart. Arbagast was crawling between them. He stood on his knees and when he was in position he grabbed Harold and they started tongue-sucking again. Then he lifted Harold legs so that Harold was like a top spinning on my dick. His legs were in the air and my dick was the only thing that was holding him up. My dick in his ass was his only connection to the earth. Lie back on his chest Harold Arbagast instructed. Harold stretched out on me and I started flexing into him.



Then I felt Arbagast s hot wide meat rubbing against the bottom of my prick while I was outstroking and then there was pressure and Harold was moaning. MMMMMMM.MMMMMM. Papa was pushing his dick into Harold s ass right on top of mine. How the hell was Harold gonna take two big dicks in that little hole of his? I wondered. The second dick was spreading spreading spreading the hole and now a little of it was getting inside and it was a real tight fit but a little more was getting in and our two cocks were dueling inside Harold and I d never felt anything like this in my life. Well almost.



Now he was all in. Our cocks were as one and our balls were kissing each other s balls. Never were two guy s cocks so together. I raised my arms around Harold and grabbed at Arbagast s ass. He lowered his arms around Harold and grabbed at my ass. We were a Harold sandwich. He fucked Harold. I fucked Harold. And we coordinated our movements into a machine-like perfection. We both slammed in together and we both eased out together.



We re fucking my boy observed Arbagast.



Yeah. Fucking him I agreed breathlessly.



Arbagast must have really been turned on because while we were fucking he moved Harold s upper torso slightly to the side and bent over it to sink his large tongue into my mouth. Now it was Arbagast and me who were sucking tongues and Harold was just lying there helpless but happy with two monster dicks plowing into the deepest recesses of his rectal chamber.



I m gonna cum said Arbagast. Can you cum with me?



Yes I said. We both started pounding furiously the scorching loads building in our respective balls and then there was even less space in Harold s ass as we both swelled up but then the juices started to flow and I could feel his bathing my cock and he could feel mine bathing his cock and Harold could feel both emissions bathing his hot hole and he came and everybody was screaming in lust and passion and fulfillment. GGGGRRRRRRAAAAAA. GGGGGRRRRRAAAAAAHHH. Etc.



By the way Mr. Arbagast whispered in my ear. Feel free to fuck Harold any time. Any time at all. You have my permission.



Thank you I said.



Thank you daddy murmered Harold.



Anything for my boy you know that. And they kissed again.



I keep ruminating on the strange turns my life has taken. From a broken-down private eye with a run-down shabby office I was now living in the lap of luxury. The best clothes. The best pajamas. Great pay. And a beautiful young ass to fuck whenever I felt like it. It was all like a dream. It was all like a movie. It was all like one of those black and white movies they used to make in Hollywood back in the 1940 s. I think now they have a name for that kind of movie. It s called film noir .

A couple of tight bodied young twinks showing off on a hot summer day

Tunnel of Lust

The concert had already finished half an hour ago and I was trying to get a cab but all my attempts were without affect. Thus I decided to go home on foot. I always enjoyed walking in the empty streets of the city. It was a cool summer night I was dressed lightly just a red shirt and a pair of blue jeans.



I was quite absorbed in my thoughts so I didn t pay attention to anything else. What I didn t know was that some guy had been following me all along. While I was pacing through a tunnel I heard a man coughing. I turned around and saw a handsome tall well-built stranger in his thirties. There was nothing wrong with him so I kept going without looking behind my shoulder.



Gradually his pace quickened and I sensed him closing in on me. But even then I wasn t alarmed. I just thought that he must be in a hurry to go somewhere. I could now hear his breath right behind my back. Suddenly I felt a strong hand groping my ass. I turned around and saw the stranger once again. He had a scary look in his eyes. I realized that he meant business. In any case I wasn t planning to let him abuse me like that. I am gay but that doesn t mean that anyone can grab me like that whenever he pleases.



What do you think you re doing? I asked angrily.



I m groping your tight little butt bitch! he replied calmly.



I m not your bitch! I protested.



Well not yet. But you re going to be starting from right now! he said decisively.



Instantly he pulled out a knife. I was really scared. I was no match for him physically speaking. He was armed and we were all alone in that tunnel. Walking home didn t seem such a good idea right now.



I ll do anything you want! Just don t hurt me! I begged him.



Don t worry I m not gonna hurt you much! he said grinning. Now kneel down and stick your tongue out! he ordered pointing the knife at my stomach.



I obeyed. Please don t hurt me! I ll blow you if you want put away your knife!



You re in no position to make demands bitch! You ll do as I say! he said and he started unzipping his pants.



Pull down my briefs cocksucker! he urged me.



I slowly pulled down his underwear revealing his semi-hard cock. His red helmet was quite big and his balls were heavy and hairy. He started slapping my tongue with his shaft sticking his crotch all over my face.



Now open up. I want you to feel my dick growing to its full length inside your mouth. You re gonna give me the best blowjob I ever had won t you?



I nodded in agreement knowing that I could save my life by going along with his desires. The stranger buried his tool in my mouth until his balls touched my chin. He stood there enjoying the warmth of my wet lips. I could feel his prick growing inside my mouth.



Yeah! It s coming up bitch! he shouted triumphantly.



He was now completely erect. The size of his cock made me feel uncomfortable. I could take him in my mouth but if he wanted to fuck me he would really ruin my tight butthole. My thought was interrupted as he pulled out of my mouth to show off his package. He was waving his rod before my face.



Grab my cock and jerk me off! he ordered.



I obeyed grabbing his shaft and jacking him off with my right hand while massaging his balls with the other.



I see you know the drill. So start sucking my dick cocksucker! he grunted.



I licked his cockhead flicking my tongue at his pee hole and pulling back his foreskin. I closed my eyes tasting his sweet rod. Right away he grabbed my head and pushed his shaft deep into my mouth. I almost gagged as I deepthroated his thick tool. He kept going in and out of my mouth. Just when I thought I could breathe he would pull back in stuffing his meat into my throat. His balls punched against my chin as his rhythm grew faster. He was fucking my mouth really hard. He moaned loudly as his cock penetrated my mouth again and again.



That s it! Fuck my cock in your mouth! Take it all in cocksucker! he screamed.



His rock-hard rod was piercing my mouth like a well-oiled piston. I can t say I didn t like it. His dick had a pleasant taste and its size was amazing. One would pay to be mouthfucked by a prick such as this. The stranger kept pumping my mouth going back and forth. I grabbed his ass and followed his rhythm.



You like it don t you? You little cockslut! You like sucking cock don t you? he asked.



Mmmm! I moaned. I couldn t speak with my mouth full of cock.



Suck my balls too! he urged.



He pulled out rubbing his shaft on my face and offering me his sack. I licked his hairy balls and ruthlessly sucked each one while he masturbated.



I m gonna fill your mouth with cum! he said.



I could tell that there was plenty of hot juice waiting to be unloaded from these plum-sized balls. The stranger pushed his cock past my lips once more and his thrusts became faster.



I want you to swallow every drop cumslut! he warned me.



I felt his cockhead convulse as he ejaculated spraying several blasts of creamy cum deep inside my throat. I felt his veins protruding and his rod twitching until he emptied his load into my mouth. When he pulled out he smeared his cum on my lips rubbing his dick on them. I cleaned him off until every last drop had come out of his tool. I thought that it was all over and got up. It was time to go home. But the stalker had other plans…



Where do you think you re going? he asked furiously.



I m going home. I gave you head so now you have to let me go! I said almost begging him.



See this? he asked pointing at the knife. Well this little fellow over here says that you ain t gonna leave this tunnel until I rip this tight little asshole of yours! he said.



I had no alternative. I had to let him fuck me otherwise who knows what he would do to me.



Lean against the wall. Hands up and spread your legs! Your ass is mine cockslut! he said as if he was threatening me.



I followed his orders right away. I was facing the wall and the stranger was right behind me.



Pull down your jeans slut! he said.



I couldn t believe what was happening to me. Sucking a guy s cock was one thing but getting assfucked in a tunnel by a total stranger was another. Fear reached the depths of my soul. What if he intended to kill me after he had raped me? Just when I thought of that I felt the edge of his knife pressing against my tailbone. He grabbed my briefs and began ripping them apart with his knife. After a few seconds I was standing up against the wall with my ass completely exposed.



Well what do we have here? Looks like first class butt to me! he said squeezing my cheeks.



Please don t fuck me! I ll blow you again if you like. But please don t shove your cock up my ass you re too big for me! I tried to bargain with him.



My words excited him even more.



I m gonna fuck you senseless. You can count on that bitch!



I thought of getting away but it was pointless. He would stab me before I turned around. He was already rubbing his cock on my asshole spreading my cheeks apart to admire the view. Within seconds he came up again.



Your round hairless ass has made very horny! I can t wait to shove my dick up your hole!



Well he didn t waste his time. He was determined to fuck me and nothing could stop him.



Spread your ass with both hands! he ordered.



I grabbed my cheeks spreading my ass open. Right away I felt his cockhead touching my anus. I knew he was going to hurt me. With one mighty push he stuffed his pole into my butt.



Damn you re tight! I m gonna fuck you real hard. You ll never forget this night slut!



The stalker enjoyed the tight grip of my hole without even moving his rod. The pain was tremendous. His monstrous cock was inside me and there was nothing I could do about it.



He started puncturing my butt really hard. His unlubed cock ravaged my tight hole almost taking the breath out of me. His throbbing member pushed deep inside my ass.



Stop you re hurting me! I can t take it! I protested.



Shut up and take it like the slut you really are! he yelled.



He grabbed my waist and hammered my back door in a frenzy of lust. He would almost pull out and then he would push his thick shaft back in stretching my asshole to the limit.



That s right bitch! Take it all up your tight little asshole! Show me what you can do! he urged me.



Gradually the pain wore away. I had taken a few dicks up my ass but none this big. His words sounded like a challenge to me. I was determined to prove to him that I could handle a cock of this size. That s when I started moving backwards to make his dick go deeper inside me. He noticed it right away.



You like having a big cock up your ass eh? Well I ll give it to you nice and hard! Come on bitch! Shake your butt!



Fuck me harder! I want every inch of your rod in my asshole! Give me all you got fucker! I screamed.



He pounded my hole with more vigor knowing that I really wanted his shaft to fill my rectum. He was so hot that he started spanking my ass really hard. I had removed my hands from my butt as I was leaning against the wall in order to endure his powerful strokes. After each one he would slap my ass with his right hand. My crack was burning with desire and I wanted to be fucked again and again. My cheeks had turned red from the spanking and my asshole was stretched to the limit. His dick reached the deeper ends of my hole giving me all the pleasure I could wish for.



Harder! Fuck me with your big fat cock!



As he fucked me my own shaft reached its full length. When his thrusts became faster I knew I was about to cum. It was a no-hands orgasm. Being savagely sodomised caused my rod to erupt spreading my hot lava all over the tunnel wall. It was a real symphony of raunchiness. As the stranger ripped and spanked my ass I exploded without even touching myself.



You can spread your cum on the wall bitch! But I ain t gonna waste a single drop! I m gonna fill your tight hole with my load! he screamed.



I shook my ass to tease him so that he d cum even faster inside me.



Spread your cum in my asshole1 Pour your milk where it belongs! I moaned.



His thrusts became harder. He was about to reach his climax.



All yours cumslut! Eat my cum! he grunted.



His cock erupted spurting several jets of hot sticky cum inside my ass. His milk filled my hole. I was dripping with cum. He kept fucking my butt with his still-hard tool pinning me on the wall. When he was finally through he pulled out got dressed and disappeared in the darkness. I was left there butt-naked thinking about what had just taken place. It took me a couple of minutes to pull myself together and go home. The stranger was right. It was a night my anal tunnel would never forget!

He has to really hurt this gayboy to show him whoтАЩs master!

Conquered by a Viking

This is a true story as sent to me in a reader s email and phone call.



I ve lived with this for 63 years long enough that now I don t give a damn. I ll tell the story. Have to let it out.



Back in 1944 a special operations team flew from England to Norway to blow up a super-secret Nazi heavy-water facility. The plant had avoided detection in a mountain above the Arctic Circle near Narvik close to the Swedish border but Norwegian Resistance tipped off Allied intelligence and I came into the game. Lieutenant Payne and I were a specialized two-man demolition team. Lt. Payne knew German Norwegian Swedish and infantry weapons. I specialized in blowing up things.



We parachuted into the area at night where Norwegian Resistance fighters waited. We buried the parachutes and headed off to the target and once there I saw how the place went unobserved for so long. Could hardly see it. Nothing there. Just a rounded hill of snow. Nothing but a few tire tracks.



Closer I saw the entrance — under a long overhang caked with snow — invisible from above. Only Norwegians on the ground happened to spot it.



One of the Norwegian Resistance a geologist from Oslo University gave us the key to it: the overhang a huge granite slab was very unstable. With a simple nudge from explosives it could slide further down the hill starting a larger landslide. Lt. Payne and I had chemicals in our backpacks that could blow a battleship off the mountain.



While we watched from the trees a figure walked out of the plant s opening. He wore white Germany Army arctic fatigues and a white helmet. He hung back in the shadows and lit a cigarette. A moment later another man in white walked up behind him. The second man reached down to the other s crotch and squeezed. Hans mein Schwanz ist hart fГјr dich!



I looked at Lt. Payne. Says his cock is hard for him he whispered.



God the world is full of queers! Fucking queers! I hissed back. Nothing worse than a fucking Nazi faggot.



In those days in looks I wasn t what you d call handsome but I was strong and could get the job done. I was a big guy plenty of muscles. I stood 6 4 in my stocking feet and on the scales around 250 pounds.



And I was straight. Damned straight. I loved pussy and got some whenever I could.



As I think back over what I m about to tell you now I know how it happened. It wasn t all my fault not all of it. Things ganged up on me. Memories. My childhood. Dreams I had.



Like my very first wet dream — I was what seven eight? I can remember that dream clearly one of those that stick with you when you wake up.



I dreamed I was running through a woods sprinting for my life ahead of a raging snarling bear! I felt his hot breath on my back — and I realized I was naked! My pajamas were gone! Running in bare feet over the rough rocky ground I could not go fast enough. The bear got closer and closer.



Finally I ran out of the woods into a clearing and in the distance I saw a huge castle. Gigantic. So big it faded into the distance. A big lake on one side and a dense forest on the other. High gray stone walls with turrets and windows all over glittering yellow and gold in the dim light of sunset.



I ran as fast as I could but the bear almost grabbed me! I was crying and could hardly see through the tears but suddenly a Prince appeared in the path ahead of me!



He wore a mottled green and brown robe but the robe was open and under it he was naked like me. He raised one hand in a stop gesture. I looked over my shoulder as I ran and I saw the bear stumble to a halt turn around and walk away!



Relieved and grateful — my life was saved — I ran to the prince to hug him but he was a big tall man and when I reached him and threw my arms around him my arms went around his hips and his buttocks — and I was running so fast my face mashed against his huge pecker (that s what my father called it).



My face pressed into his huge pecker!



At that instant I had the first orgasm of my life a pleasure so intense it woke me up! I threw back the covers and yanked down my pajamas — my still-glowing pecker was hard and thrilling to the touch! Gee whiz what s happening?? Later of course once I knew my pecker could do such things like all boys I began to experiment until I finally discovered jacking off.



I grew up normally. I liked girls. I liked to play Doctor Post Office and I ll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours. Never paid one second of attention to other boys. I liked the girls.



When I grew older I joined the Army. And I hated queers. If I caught two men in homo activities I reported them immediately. Get all the cocksuckers and other deviants out of the Army!



Many times I sat in the enlisted men s club with a few of my friends drinking beer and talking about the Army and when the subject of queers in the military came up we all sounded off on how they were tearing the country apart. Limp-wristed little fairies all of em! Simpering fags got no place in the Army!



Pvt. Blackwelder a weasel I didn t really like sneered I spotted a man in the latrine the other day — wore pink underwear!



No!



God s truth!



Couldn t it have been white Army boxers accidentally washed with something red?



Could ve been but I d toss them out before I d wear pink underwear!



Everybody gave out with Yeah yeah. Blackwelder went on to say that queers go around causing other queers.



Causing other queers? What does that mean?



He put down his beer and leaned forward lowering his voice. Don t you know man? Once a male gets his cock through your asshole you re fucked! And you can never go back! You turn into a queer. You re hot for it from then on!



No! That s bullshit!



God s truth. Heard it from the medical officer.



I sat back and took a swallow of beer. That was dangerous news. Not that I was worried — for one thing I was straight. For another I would kill any man who tried to stick his cock in my ass. But in a way it was scary. Like an exposed jugular vein I didn t know I had. What if it s like an accident — a guy stumbles in the showers and falls up against you and . . . you know.



Everybody turned to look at me. Anybody ever stumbled up against me in the showers and I felt his cock at my ass I would break his neck said one. Anybody in the showers with a hardon in the first place should be turned over to the MPs said another.



But what if you like sit on a pencil or something?



Blackwelder laughed. No stupid it has to be a queer. If you get a queer s cock in your ass you become a queer. Scientific fact.



The conversation went on to other things and I relaxed. All that talk about queers was embarrassing especially since I was so ignorant. We broke up an hour or so later and went back to our quarters but I couldn t stop thinking about it: A cock through your asshole turns you queer.



In my bunk I pulled down my boxers. I had a prong I was proud of in the showers. Seven inches soft bumpy with veins and textures ending in a foreskin that covered the cockhead and ended in a heathen tassel of loose skin at the end — like those on naked soldiers on Greek pottery in history books.



I gripped it and began a jackoff session. Then I started wondering. With my cock hard and happy I reached between my legs with my free hand and stuck a finger up my ass.



Yeowtch!! Fuck that hurts!!



And I was glad. No way will I ever crave anybody sticking anything up there. I had prostate exams from medical officers once or twice and they always used rubber gloves with plenty of lubricant and even those hurt.



That was a relief. No way can I become a queer. That once-you re-fucked threat was pure bullshit.



The very next day they shipped me off to England for training on a special secret team. One ride on a troopship later I was in England meeting Lt. Payne and studying Norwegian maps. Two weeks after that I was watching two enemy queers playing with each other in Norway. I spat into the snow and Lt. Payne shushed me.



Lieutenant Payne was okay. Shorter. Not as muscular. But with a Springfield he could hit a quarter tossed in the air from 50 paces away. A little on the pushy side maybe but that was just being an officer.



When the two German funny-boys went back inside Payne and I slipped out of the darkness. The Resistance had reconnoitered the area and told us No sentries — the Germans wanted nothing external to give away the super-secret location.



It was almost too easy. We planted the charges from our backpacks at a fulcrum-point the professor had described set the timer and scurried back into the woods. I blew on my hands to warm them up shivering in my jacket. The Arctic Circle was damned cold.



To get out of the path of the landslide we had to climb above the explosion and across the mountainside. We scurried through the woods praying none of us stumbled or fell. About the time we broke out of the woods into a clearing above and away from the slide area a huge fiery explosion shook the earth and lit up the mountainside like noonday.



With a roar like 100 thunders the huge granite slab above the plant detached from the mountain and slid down the hillside crushing the structure — and the queers — under it tearing loose huge trees and boulders with it. And higher above a larger section of the mountainside cracked loose almost as if unzipped and a titanic mass slid violently into the valley.



Then we spotted a German Army truck traveling up the road to the plant at a point below us and safely out of the landslide area. And they saw us.



While clouds of dirt and dust rose in the sky German soldiers poured out of the truck and began firing up at us and we were sitting ducks in the white snow of the clearing! Luckily we were too far above them for accurate aim and when the light of the fire and explosion finally went out in the blessed darkness we climbed like madmen to reach the trees at the far side of the clearing. They come after us now muttered one of the resistance fighters.



We climbed to the ridge of the mountain. This now changes things said one of the Norwegians. We must get back to our homes but it is easier that you to go here into Sverige ja? According to the map we had climbed a mountain pass in the Scandinavian Mountains and going down the far side would take us across the frontier into neutral Sweden somewhere near Kiruna.



Gunshots rang out behind us and bullets ricocheted from stones. Det Tyskeren er her over! the Norwegians gasped — The Germans are here! — and they melted away into the woods.



Lt. Payne and I ran down into the valley ducking behind boulders and hillocks hearing the sound of shouted German commands behind us. After we ran a mile or so down the mountainside dawn began to light the sky and we saw the terrain level out into a wooded plateau. Every so often rifle shots sounded behind us and bullets zipped through the trees. The bastards have followed us into Swedish territory Payne gasped as we ran.



Then we hit a very serious problem: the woods ended. Nothing ahead but a vast open rolling field of snow. No trees. No shelter. And the Germans were right behind us.



At the far side of the field a huge gray castle spread over many acres. Vast stone walls spread across hills and valleys fronting on one side a frozen snow-covered lake and on the other a dark forest that continued past the horizon. Round turrets accented the wall at strategic corners and windows all over glittered yellow and gold in the dim light of dawn.



Beyond the walls the main buildings of the castle rose high into the sky. Steep gray-slate roofs. The giant castle was a fortified city.



And strangely familiar. I had never been in Sweden but the castle was not strange. I knew it. Probably saw it in a picture book. Like recognizing the Eiffel Tower on your first trip to Paris.



As we crouched at the edge of the woods planning what to do an armored half-track with skis under the front wheels came over the hill and a heavy machine-gun in it fired over us into the woods beyond. I heard shouting behind us and then silence. When the armored car stopped firing there was dead quiet. No more German gunfire.



A porthole in the half-track opened and a hand stuck out motioning in the universal come closer gesture. Payne and I looked at each other. The emblem on the machine was a gold cross on a blue background — the Swedish flag. Payne shrugged his shoulders and we crept out of the thicket and ran across the snow toward the armored car. A shot rang out behind us and a bullet sputtered the snow near Payne s boot. Immediately the big machine-gun roared again sending tracers overhead raking the wood line behind us.



We reached the half-track and scrambled through an open door in the back. A deep voice barked out of the darkness: Och vem er du? — who are you?



Lt. Payne answered. Vi er Amerikaner medborgarskap — We are American citizens.



Ja I am hearing about American citizens running down the mountain from Norge. And running after is Tysken soldat — the German soldiers nej? The man had such a deep bass voice I could almost imagine a troll growling at us from the blackness inside the truck. You wear the Amerikaner uniform. What do you in Sverige?



We said nothing.



No matter. We go now back to the slot — the castle nej?



As our eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the armored car the speaker emerged as a big man in the bullet-shaped helmet and green uniform of the Swedish Army. He identified himself as Alfhild DrakeskГіld.



Interesting name said Lt. Payne. Attempt at friendly conversation.



Very old name. First name Alfhild is means elf battle. Centuries ago. Family name even older. DrakeskГіld is Dragonshield. We go now to Slottet DrakeskГіld. Family castle.



God he s the baron or whatever!



The half-track motored over the snowdrifts until we reached the castle gate. Past the outer wall it stopped at a huge staircase leading up to the doors of the main building. Attendants waited for us as we climbed out and when he stepped down Drakeskóld barked orders. Then he turned to us. Välkomnande till Slottet Drakeskóld. You now our guests. Please to follow these people. They will take care of you.



Smiling people led us into the building and I was astounded. What a building! Strength. Endurance. Granite walls over six feet thick. Even the stained-glass windows had heavy thick panes not like the thin delicate things in antique shops.



Woodcarving everywhere. Ornate stone sculptures all around. Ancient age. Immense wealth — huge tapestries over the walls carved-oak chairs a gigantic grandfather clock in an oak cabinet two stories high. We gaped.



The fireplaces had very small fires — a cool breeze made me zip up my coat again. The people around us though wore short sleeves and I saw one woman in bare feet. Above the Arctic Circle wintertime was a way of life. Only the strong endured. The people and the buildings were used to a hard life.



They led us down a long hallway with suits of armor standing in alcoves every dozen feet or so. Fascinating stuff. Each suit from a different age — or a different battle. Some blackened battle veterans. Some silver with gold trimmings.



I always wondered how a suit of armor protected the crotch. School textbooks always showed just a little kilt of chain-mail but these iron suits featured cock-guards that made me stare. Huge! Giant things as big as the warhead of an artillery round! The cock that fits that would be long as a salami and thick as an arm! I gulped. Can that be true?



The Hall of the Giant Cocks led to a vast hall where the ceiling had to be three stories high. Carved granite columns disappeared into the darkness above and three long banquet tables stretched from one end of the hall to the other probably 20 yards. At each place at the tables — must have been hundreds — a huge high-backed chair of carved hardwood waited for the diners. They sat us at the end of one of the tables and brought out plates and goblets. Gold-colored metal.



I turned to Payne. Jeez do you think this is–



— I bet it is.



God solid gold plates! They brought out food and after a couple bites of the meat — venison! Delicious! With a mushroom sauce.



As we ate I looked at the carvings on the chair next to me. A dragon snaked around the heavy oak frame around warriors in battle with monstrous characters and all were nude. Cocks and balls carefully carved into the wood. Female figures too wound throughout the carvings. Not as many. One or two.



They served us a golden liquid. Beer. Traditional Scandinavian drink.



But what beer! I took a big gulp and it burned going down but it hit my belly like a lightning bolt! I looked at Payne who looked back as he set down his goblet. God this is either the strongest beer I ever tasted or they have funny-tasting vodka!



We had nothing else to drink and we were thirsty.



By the end of the meal I was drunk out of my mind. When the serving girls came in to take away the plates I grabbed one of them and pulled her onto my lap. When I kissed her I expected her to struggle but she didn t. She returned the kiss. Well all right!



I glanced over and Lt. Payne drunk too had a girl in his arms also in a passionate kiss. My thinking was getting fuzzy: We re fuckin up! But I was too drunk to care.



Two more women sat in the chairs on either side of me and both started kissing me. In Soldier Heaven I turned from one babe to the other kissing each with good old American skill. The Swedish women were hot soon smooching me into a near-swoon of kissing fondling and lust.



Sometimes I would feel one woman get up and her place taken by another before I turned back to kiss her. Americans must be a rare treat up her. C mon girls get your kisses while you can!



One of the women though gave me a kiss that curled my hair. A powerful kiss meaningful all-out! It spread trails of fire over my face. God what a babe! She stuck her tongue into my mouth and I dueled with it. Damn she s hot! Never kissed such a horny bitch! She really had me going!



About then her hand groped in my crotch driving me crazy! She unzipped me pulled out my throbbing cock and started jacking me off under the table! I couldn t believe it!



She really knew how to do it and had me roaring toward an orgasm in no time. A Swedish barracks whore? Right there in the great hall she had me stiffened out in my chair my legs spread and tensed under the table as she jacked me past the point of no return.



Still in that fiery kiss and about to climax I reached between her legs felt her thigh and moved up to her crotch. By then I was panting so hard I had to break the kiss to get some oxygen! As I moved my mouth away my chin rubbed against hers and her skin was scratchy — beard stubble! At that instant my hand reached her crotch — the bulge of a cock!!



A man! I m kissing a man!!



But it was too late! My orgasm swept over me and helpless quivering shuddering in my big wooden chair my jizz spouted out in hard violent spurts. The very idea of such an evil perverted taboo situation fried my brain the orgasm a real scorcher.



When I finally came to I looked over at her. Seated beside me was DrakeskГіld! And he was smiling. He brought his hand up from under the table and big gobs of white sperm covered his knuckles and ran down his fingers. Still smiling he stuck out his tongue and licked it up.

What in hell are you doing? I gasped but I knew I was dead in the water. This man had just given me the hottest kiss I ever had he jacked me off and I came for him.



He looked into my eyes. Did you like it? You tell the truth now. I could feel the vibrations from that deep voice clear down to my balls.



No goddamn it! You surprised me!



Still he smiled. Tell the truth. You know the truth. Say it.



He had me. My jizz dripped from his hand and I could still taste his kiss. Yeah. I liked it. My voice was a whisper.



With that he pulled me to him and brought his face close to mine going for me again.



No goddamn it I m straight! But the words were a squeak and his lips were close. He pressed them against mine gently. An invitation.



I gave in. I opened my mouth and again our tongues rubbed each other. I can t believe this! I m kissing a MAN!



But what a kisser that guy was! I bet he fucks every woman he kisses.



And that thought hit me like a bowling ball. No! This is just fooling around! I m straight!! Blackwelder s words echoed in my head: A cock through your asshole turns you queer. This is just a kiss! His cock is not going into my asshole!



But I couldn t break that kiss. He was communicating to me. Man to man. Male to male. Without words. Just feelings. Just the pure electricity of lust between us. The glory of male conquest. We understood each other.



Something more: he knew me — better than I knew myself and suddenly I was uneasy at a disadvantage. He was holding and kissing me and I was letting him. Not the other way around. I was surrendering he was conquering.



Finally he released me — his lips moved away from mine and I opened my eyes. He stood up took my hand and pulled me out of my chair.



I looked him over. Up close DrakeskГіld was a giant — muscular broad-shouldered and masculine. I m 6 4 so he stood at least 6 6 . The green fatigues made him look like a warrior-hero.



Thick blond hair. Piercing blue eyes under bushy yellow eyebrows. Square jaw with a golden five o clock shadow (that scratched my chin in the kiss). Handsome face. A real nobleman.



He was familiar somehow and that didn t make sense. Before the war I had never been out of Ohio. It was eerie. I couldn t place him but that face was familiar!



Probably nothing. Looks like somebody else. Like a picture I saw in a book some foreign general in England.



Now I take you to clean up. We go to the sauna.



I wanted to say something about the kiss. That I was sorry. That I was surprised. That it wasn t our way. Something like that. What came out was Aren t you supposed to shower before you go in the sauna?



He motioned for me to follow him down another hall. First the good smells. Then the wash-off. GГҐ med pГҐ jag — Come with me.



I left Lt. Payne still dallying with serving girls and followed DrakeskГіld down another hallway of silver gold black and brass suits of armor. More huge cock-covers. I slowed to stare at one and DrakeskГіld chuckled. You like the big jГ¤rnsuspensoar the big — how you say iron jockstrap ? I think in English is a codpiece nej?



He smiled and added For the big man.



I wished I wasn t drunk. Things were unravelling.



After a long trek DrakeskГіld opened a door and we entered what looked like a locker room with no lockers. A long bench went the length of the room but the walls held only several dozen pegs and on a few of them hung men s clothing. Here we take off the clothes.



This isn t what I want right now. I m too drunk too horny and things are slipping out of control. But DrakeskГіld stood looking at me. Nervous I unbuckled my belt. You re not going to join me?



I come soon. Still he stood watching and I felt sheepish. Shy. Like a little boy forced to pull down his pants before being switched by the school principal.



And that pissed me off. Why in hell do I feel like this? I m not a little boy I m a MAN!



But my face hot with embarrassment I pulled off my boots and shucked down my pants. When I hung my shirt on the peg I stood before him in my white Army boxers and alarm bells sounded in my head. With your clothes off how much more helpless can you get?



Hey stark naked I can still kick the ass of anybody who comes after me!



DrakeskГіld looked at me without expression. Also the underklГ¤der. I must have looked desperate because he tossed me a small towel. When I stripped down completely naked — Damn! – my traitorous pecker was in full cold-weather Retract about two inches long. I hurriedly wrapped the towel around my hips.



He led me to another door — and the most fabulous sauna bath I had ever seen. Huge. A room big as my house. Two walls entirely of glass and a gorgeous view beyond — a snow-covered courtyard about the size of a baseball diamond the high castle wall and the mountains in the distance. Wooden benches of smooth hardwood slats lined two walls in three tiers. Everything deeply carved in Nordic Viking themes except the smooth seats of the benches.



In the center of the room a brick charcoal-furnace radiated the heat. As I walked in a man lifted a dipper from a bucket near it and poured something — birch-water I figured — onto the furnace making a fragrant cloud of steam.



A dozen men sat on the benches. Big men. Some taller some shorter than I but all very powerful heavily muscled. All blond. All hairy.



Hairy chests everywhere. Hairy arms. Hairy legs. I m not the hairy type — I m smooth — and I felt even more naked among all that golden fur.



Also the only one with a towel around the waist — but I had just shown a two-incher in the changing room and every man in the sauna could out-cock me even if I were full-hard! Every cock I glanced at was soft but every single one was a thick snake that sagged between the man s legs for a good seven to nine inches! No way was that towel coming off my hips.



I moved to take a seat on the nearest bench in strategic retreat. Again I felt like a little boy. How in hell can that be? I m 6 4 250 pounds and I can kick anybody s ass!



Then show them your cock.



Yeah. Right.



I sat dutifully on the bench wishing I were somewhere else wondering how long I had to stay — how soon I could leave without being rude. I remembered that DrakeskГіld said he would come soon. Damn. I have to wait for him.



No one said anything to me. No one even looked at me. Huge men. A Viking football team!



After about 10 minutes DrakeskГіld walked in wearing a light gauzy dressing gown — colored mottled green and brown.



I gasped. The prince!!



He was not naked. He wore a small towel like mine around his hips. He walked past me and lay back on the wooden bench.



Huge broad shoulders glistening with sweat shiny like pale patent leather. Viking chest jutting pecs like the turrets of the castle. Gigantic nipples in dark circles maybe four inches across sticking out like hard raisins. I shook my head. Damn these thoughts! Stop looking!



Drops of his sweat hung and dribbled through the dense mat of coarse gold over his great body. I licked my lips. Could not tear my eyes away. And as I looked he moved his wrist slightly and the towel slipped from his hips.



Oh . . . my . . . God!



A dragon!



I swear to god it looked like a big medieval battering-ram with a carved dragon-headed tip. God what a cock! I couldn t believe it. His cockhead actually had spikes jutting out from the edges making a flaring jagged carapace like a dinosaur and the head had grooves and lines sculpting it into the snout of a reptile.



Once I could think clearly I realized it was a masterpiece of piercing and self-mutilation. Incredible. The biggest cock I ever saw. Has to be three inches across! Gripping it with both hands would still leave space above and below! Gnarly and bumpy with veins and tubes it looked like a carved oak branch with Nordic runes tattooed all over it. And that unbelievable dragon s head.



He saw me staring and sat up. He smiled. A tradition in my family for centuries. The family name DrakeskГіld means Dragonshield. He reached down to it. They did this on my 18th birthday. When I become a man.



He fingered the jutting points around the edge of his cockhead. Small chips of granite from the castle. Boiled for three days. They insert under the skin. He gave me a wry expression. It hurt I tell you. But I don t feel them anymore. He touched the bumps forming the dragon s eyes and the sculpted snout. Cuts they make with a 900-year-old dagger. That hurt even worse. I bled for days. A long time ago nej?



I realized my mouth hung open and I shut it with a snap. His mouth turned up in a little smile. You like what you see?



Never seen anything like it.



He stood up and walked toward me bringing the incredible thing closer. You like to touch it? His voice was like pulling a black velvet cloth across the strings of a cello.



I could smell him. Sweat. Dirt. Gunpowder. Leather. And something else something deeper more powerful — his musk. The scent of male. Couldn t describe it all — crotch odor the smell of his scrotum heady aroma of sperm other intoxicating fumes. The indescribable smells more powerful than the ones I recognized.



Breathing harder aroused my mind buzzed: What in hell is going on? Why am I so hot? I haven t done anything yet! The word echoed in my head: yet.



Now wait a minute! That is a man s cock! I am not going to touch another man s cock!



But I m in a foreign country and they have strange foreign ways. I m a guest in his castle. The other men aren t looking. In fact they had been slowly leaving the sauna.



And after all that cock is a strange wondrous thing. It s not sexual if I just touch it. Still I knew I shouldn t and I fought against it — Yeah right. You re fighting like a butterfly!



Only about four men still remained in the sauna. I took a breath and reached out. Incredible. The spikes of the carapace were hard like bone. The brows over the eyes were hard and leathery.



DrakeskГіld placed his hand over mine and pulled it down over his cockshaft where he squeezed it to make me grip. Damn! Gripping a steam-pipe! It burned my hand!



His fist still over mine he moved it up and down — hey wait a minute no way am I going to jack him off! — and as I did it swelled into a full hardon. The dragon cockhead flared huge red and glowing the spikes of its carapace erect jutting out into the air.



My god. I didn t really mean to say that it just slipped out.



He chuckled. A sight in the castle tour I do not get to show very often nej?



He released my hand and I let go. That thing is a bar of molten iron! How can human skin get so hot? I expected to see blisters in my palm but it looked perfectly normal and healthy: the heat was all in my head. Imagination. Horniness.



Damn this is scary! What is he doing with my mind?? A glance down showed the towel over my hips jutting out in a tent and I could hardly catch my breath. How fucking embarrassing!



Ja I see you have something to show too. You let us see nej? Before I could stop him DrakeskГіld gripped my towel and pulled it away.



Oh fuck! Full-on rock-hard standing-up erection. My face burned hot as I looked up with a stupid grin. His face was serious. Ja this is a good one and his words cut through my embarrassment making me oddly proud.



He reached down and grabbed me. Oh shit now wait a minute! That is sexual! His hand around my cock was an iron glove from a suit of armor red-hot from a blacksmith s forge. A thrilling sensation. Lighting a fuse. I looked around the room to see what the others thought but we were alone.



He began to stroke me and when his other hand groped my balls bobbling them between his fingers I couldn t stop myself — my head rolled back I clenched my eyes shut and I came! Agh! God! A big jet of semen spurted out falling back over his hand.



KГЎt pojke! A — how you say — horny boy! So soon with the sperma over my hand.



Damn! The heat of the sauna and the fire of his hand while I stared at his supernatural cock shot me into a climax that left me weak panting as if I d run around the castle wall. As I looked up at him he slowly raised his hand to his mouth and again slurped my jizz from his knuckles.



He moved still closer and the dragonhead flared angrily closer to my face. On the attack. With a sudden lurch he jerked his hips toward me and the giant cock mashed into my face!



Mashed into my face. My face pressed into his huge pecker!



Don t know what happened. Flashes of dreams flickered in my head and something triggered. Out of control I had another orgasm! My cock sputtered out still more white lines of jizz and in the fever of the climax my body disobeyed my will: my mouth opened over the big thing and I sucked it in. The knobs of the carapace scraped over my teeth as they passed by.



It hit me: I m a cocksucker. My head in another man s crotch his cock in my drooling mouth there was no denying it.



What the hell I might as well enjoy it.



So I did. I inhaled deep. He was right: first the good smells. His scent gave me a rush spreading fire across my face.



No way could I get the dragon s head down my throat but I slathered my tongue over and around it while I jacked him off — with both hands. Incredible. Historical. Like sucking an ancient cock. The smell of sperm from a bloodline a thousand years old! Instead of ashamed I felt . . . honored!



I knew humiliation would come later when I sobered up. But for the moment I was in an older more primitive world.



Suga jag! His voice low and lusty. Suck me. He ran his fingers through my hair. My Amerikanen hyndan.



I wondered what a hyndan was but about then his cock swelled to what felt like a church-steeple in my mouth and his heels dug into the floor. A big gush of jizz flooded my mouth and spurted from the sides. I gulped and swallowed but for as much as I got down huge waves of the sticky white slime pulsed out over my chin and splashed down to my lap. Incredible! Horses don t come this much!



Something else: the powerful stuff seared my taste buds. Overwhelming! A burning meaty profoundly male flavor — the taste of raw meat strong beer musk-ox balls and physical combat! Jesus Christ! Is this what sperm tastes like?? The heady tang of his cum drove me into still another orgasm! I flailed helplessly in ecstasy without even touching myself! I strained to understand but could not grasp how I had climaxed four times in less than a half-hour!



Powers beyond my understanding! Out of my control! I was scared. What in hell is happening?



When he surged his last gob of cum down my throat he pulled back that wonderful cock leaving me in a warm afterglow. He looked down at me like a cowboy who just broke a pony. Ach ja du er min hyndan.



What does that mean? Still he s smiling so it must be good. I wiped his jizz from my chin and like he had done with mine I slurped his sperm from my knuckles.



With that he brought his face down to mine and kissed me and what a kiss! We connected at the mouth welded together like steel statues like warships docking with steel clamps and as our mouths fused together I felt his soul his mind his body. He was a MAN! A stallion more powerful than anyone I ever knew. A male with centuries of command conquest raids and slaughter inside him a bull whose ancient balls had impregnated whole continents!



The kiss powered out the worries and doubts in my brain. My out-of-control orgasms bothered me. His lips on mine made me understand my body could respond to his remote-control.



Submitting to him bothered me. His kiss forced me to admit: it was okay! Every bolt must have a nut. Every nail must punch a hole. Some men are nails some are holes.



The great discovery — which capsized me — was that holes get more pleasure than the nails! DrakenskГіld s cock reaming my ass brought me unthinkable pleasure through my asshole and on the other side of my crotch his fucking also pleasured my cock!



Oh my god. I am a hole! He was the kisser and I was the kissee so it seemed natural for him to lower me back to lie on the bench still locked against his mouth as he positioned his body over me.



What have I gotten myself into? When he broke the kiss and pulled back to look down on me again I felt inferior — like a peasant a serf. He was a grown man a baron! A war-chief! A taker of slaves! I was just some kid from Ohio.



When he reached down and grasped my thighs spreading my legs and raising them it seemed natural taking what was his by right of conquest. At first I did not resist lying on my back feet in the air my asshole open to all the world.



Then it hit me and words from the past screamed in my brain: Once a male gets his cock through your asshole you re fucked! And you can never go back! You turn into a queer. You re hot for it from then on!



NO! I ain t no queer! I shoved him away and wrenched to the side falling off the bench onto the sauna floor. He grabbed my arms but I slipped out and struggled to my knees getting a grip around his waist. He threw himself against me forcing me back and as I lost balance I gripped harder. As he fell over me I found myself once again with his huge cock at my face.



He tried to wrap his legs around me but I reached down to seize them. I slipped and his throbbing cock mashed against my face. Oh no!



My face pressed against the huge pecker!



Even as I struggled against him I felt my balls go into an orgasm and under its control I loosened my grip on him opened my mouth and sucked his demonic cockhead again. I looked up and the bastard smiled as his body took over mine.



The male power in that mighty cock sent vibrations through me electrocuting my brain almost buzzing in my mouth with power. The message sank into my bones: It is my duty to suck his cock to spread my legs for him to let him do his will on me!



Almost as if watching myself in a movie I saw him kneel over my face as I lay on the floor lurching his hips fucking my face. My hands slowly released my grip on him and he reached back to pull my legs up behind him doubling me up until my ass was in the air still lunging that magnificent thing in and out. I was powerless his remote-control toy.



With a sudden movement he yanked his cock out of my mouth jumped away and rolled my legs over my head looping me into a donut with my feet almost touching the floor. My hard dong aimed down at my mouth.



I couldn t believe what he had done to me — God I can suck my own cock! My asshole aimed at the sky open for his pleasure. He s got me. Beat me in a fair fight. Out-maled me. I opened my mouth and sucked my own cock licking at my own drool of pre-cum.



I was conquered. He s got me cocksucking myself! He s the man. His legs straddled my shoulders and his hips lowered till his balls dangled above my face. I shivered when his cockhead swiped up and down my ass-crack. Damn him he s teasing me. Tantalizing.



I had to admit it: I wanted his cock inside me. I wanted him to take me. But he tortured me. Tickling my winking clenching asshole. Titillating. Reducing me to a panting broken softened piece of meat open eager anxious for him to do whatever he wanted with me. C mon! Do it! The hoarse gasp of a slave staring up at his master s balls.

He reached over pulled a bottle from under the bench squeezed out something into his hand and swiped it over my asshole. Lube! Yes!! Yes do it! Lube me up! Panting so hard I could hardly talk. Stick that big thing in me! Take me!! Do it! FUCK ME!!



DrakeskГіld was powerful in command and I was helpless. And knowing that made me hot insane mindless with lust. As he stood over my pretzeled body sliding his fabulous prick up and down my aching craving bum I lost any shred of competition any hope of winning — and something inside me snapped.



I was his servant his body-slave his worshipper.



Please please! Take me! I ve got to have it! Use me!! Desperate I slid my hips after his lazily wandering cock trying to lurch against it — and finally I succeeded. I lodged my asshole against the dragon s head and he pressed it against me lowering himself onto my doubled-up body.



But a mortar shell went off in my ass and I screamed! Folded over all the muscles of my body were taut unaccustomed to the strange position and I hurt all over. My body was in agony.



But my poor stretched asshole was ON FIRE! He s cramming a pineapple down my ass! Tears ran down my cheeks and both hands clawed helplessly at the floor. I screamed in agony! A giant bayonet stabbed down into my ass!



It felt like hours. I had long since decided hell no I don t want his cock in me the deal is off no way am I interested in a man s cock in my ass. But he had me abso-fucking-lutely helpless.



The big Viking had me in the one position no man should get into. My own cock shriveled with the pain dangled pitifully against my mouth my feet bounced against the floor past my head my arms lay powerless against the floor and my asshole was at the mercy of a dragon.



Totally helpless. Conquered. Subdued in every possible way. He can t get it all in me. He ll tear me open. It hurt so bad I knew I would not leave the room alive. But I ll die knowing I m not queer.



But gradually in tiny searing-hot degrees and in screaming torture my asshole stretched out to impossible size and the huge cockhead forced itself inside! The battering ram blasted through my tight city gate. At the end my ass gave way almost with a pop and — miracle of miracles — the pain lessened.



Once the dragonhead nestled fully inside I gasped with relief — the pain went from a death-agony to mere torture. I opened my eyes and looked up. He stood above me magnificent heroic sweat dripping from his muscles holding himself still and I realized he paused so his new bitch could adjust to his size.



His new bitch ? Can that be true? No! Hell no I m nobody s bitch!



After a few minutes he pushed in a few more inches again letting me appreciate and stretch to his size. It hurt. Damn it hurt but not as bad as when he first attacked my tight hole. Once the dragon was inside nothing hurt as much.



Ja I knew this he grunted you are to this born the natural bГ¶g — the homo nej?. Ta min kuk –Take my cock. He thrust in a few more inches. Ach ja min hyndan.



Hyndan again. What does that mean?



The dragon s head invaded my guts but every muscle every bone in my body burned and ached. In a way I was glad. This hurts like hell. No way do I crave this. I m no queer–I m being raped! Blackwelder was full of shit. When I get out of this any curiosity about men is gone!



I had to admire DrakeskГіld s muscular control. Doubled up like a pretzel all I could to do was lie there and look up at his golden scrotum but he stood over me knees bent holding himself still and I knew how his leg muscles had to be burning. I was glad he had such control that he did not fall on me and sink that huge harpoon into me in a single stroke!



What a view. His balls were like hot lightbulbs over my face and from time to time I saw his gold-encircled asshole. Magnificent!



Gradually my asshole relaxed still more and as he slid in a few more inches I no longer felt a stabbing agony just discomfort. I watched him give me another stab then another and another. I am in you American soldier. Till testikel — to the balls nej?



I said nothing. I just wanted it to be over.



He pulled back and the giant cock retreated slowly sensually slick and slimy with lube and my juices and I had visions of his flaring dragon cockhead opening like an umbrella inside my guts ripping me apart. This is it!! Now I m going to die! I saw the truth! DrakeskГіld is a Nazi! He s going to kill me with his cock. Shred my intestines!



But my asshole stretched tighter than a trip-wire glowed hot and super-sensitive and the ribs and veins of his totem-pole cock passing over it sent strange powerful thrills through me. Pleasure! Terrible earthquake pleasure! A pleasure too much to bear!



He stopped just short of pulling the flaring horns back through my tortured hole and when he started the in-jab again instead of pain and torture I felt wonderful glorious!



Ecstasy swept over me so strong it took my breath away and I closed my eyes. God what a feeling! Something bumped against my lips and I opened my eyes. My cock hard as steel nudging against my mouth. I sucked it in guzzling licking insane with lust.



DrakeskГіld began lunging up and down in and out of me in regular fuck-strokes and my eyes closed in ecstasy. The hot masculine music of his heavy breathing droned in my head like an African work-chant. What endurance! He had to bend his knees almost to a squat with every stroke then stand up again. What a man!



Ja you are wanting this min hyndan he croaked You want min kuk in your ass. You have the rГ¶vhГҐl — the tight ass-hole nej? He fucked me like a nobleman. Not in short jerking guttersnipe jabs but in long slow tantalizing lunges letting me feel every thrill in slow motion as his magnificent cock slid over and sizzled every nerve in my guts — sealing me his slave.



Never felt so wonderful. When DrakeskГіld came down the home stretch he let out a long low moan. Ach Gott ta min kuksГҐs du sprutluder! and he came. I could feel it. Gigantic globs of heat shot down inside me filling me. I didn t know what he said but the meaning was universal — take my jizz you cum-slut!



That did it for me. I went nuts. My own cock exploded in my mouth and the biggest ejaculation of my life almost drowned me in my own sperm. I was on fire. My jizz tasted different from his. Younger. Thinner.



It went on forever! I don t know how he did it but he held me suspended in orgasm for what felt like 20 minutes! I may have been drunk hypnotized or both but I know that was the longest orgasm of my life!



I didn t know if he spermed in me all that time but rivers of slime surged out of my poor asshole and rivulets of it ran down over my balls and cock onto my face. All I knew was that through some Nordic magic he kept me in a state of ecstasy so long I almost went insane!



When it was all over I knew I would be sore for a week and wondered if I would ever stand up straight again. My head though had gone through the greatest gymnastics: DrakeskГіld s giant cock plugged into my body had turned me into a glowing furnace and all my old notions of manhood evaporated in a psst! of Swedish manpower.



When he finally withdrew his dragon cockhead gave me one last jolt of pleasure as it flared my asshole on the way out. DrakeskГіld sank to his knees on the sauna floor then rolled onto his side.



Slowly achingly I unrolled myself my drooling cock leaving snail-tracks down my chin and over my chest and when I lay straight on the floor I rolled over to him. He took me in his arms and kissed me again calming all my doubts with the power of his mouth and his arms.



As we lay and nuzzled I murmured What s a hyndan?



He chuckled. A bitch. Are you my bitch?



I thought about it. The kiss — not to mention the cum running out of my asshole — washed away all my old concepts. Yeah . . . yeah I m your bitch.



We rested for a while then We best get up now. Not too good to stay too long in sauna.



Ain t it the truth?



I stood up weak-kneed and trembling and stumbled naked out the door after him. He walked me down still another hall to a bedroom and for as much as I hoped he would join me in the big four-poster he said goodnight and left.



Alone in the giant bed I fell asleep out-cold through the rest of the day and that night not waking until sunrise the next day. That morning I was so sore I could hardly move. My stretched tender asshole made even walking a real effort.



My uniform lay folded over a chair cleaned and pressed with my polished boots on the floor beside it. I dressed myself and walked down the hallway to the great hall admiring the armored codpieces along the way.



I walked slowly. Not only did my muscles and joints ache my asshole was sore and stretched so bad when I clenched it inside my underwear instead of a quick snap it was a long movement like a cargo-loader tightening the strap around a pile of logs. Oh god I ll never be the same!



I saw Lt. Payne ahead of me walking slowly and gingerly. As if something was very sore. DrakeskГіld had been gone from me the entire time — a day and a night. Perhaps Payne s pace showed where he had spent his time.



DrakeskГіld waited for us in the great hall. He was alone and his face was serious. Sverige is the neutral nation. By all the rights I should place you in internment camp until end of the war.



Well it could be worse. I could be lying in a snowbank dead.



But we are not for the Nazi Tysken. Better you go back to fight again. He handed Payne a stack of papers. Here you find Sverige pass for both of you and identitetspapper. From now on you are farm laborers. He smiled at me. Your papers say you are the deaf-mute. You do not talk. Better so.



He pointed at two piles of clothing on the table. You wear the Sverige clothes. No more the Amerikanen armГ© likformig nej?



Payne s voice was very low: Let me see it. Just once more.



DrakeskГіld chuckled. He pulled open his pants and the glorious dragon sprang out. Hard and ready. Lt. Payne looked over at me and as our eyes met we knew. We were his bitches.



DrakeskГіld s voice rumbled clear down to my balls: Make you both ready on the table!



Without a word Payne and I stripped. Naked we lay back on the big banquet table raised our legs spread them and offered our eager assholes to the master and his fire-breathing cock.



He went first for Payne the leader and as the giant dong sank into the lieutenant s ass Payne stiffened and his hand reached out to clasp mine.



We held hands as DrakeskГіld fucked him a magnificent sight. My cock drooled a mass of pre-cum slime all over my belly as I watched.



DrakeskГіld was truly a master of intercourse. He moved in varying rhythms in changing angles in straight shots one moment and rolling hip-swiveling lunges the next turning Payne into putty a mindless heavy-breathing wallowing ring of meat around DrakeskГіld s plunging cock.



Again I saw the magic. The big Viking could actually draw multiple orgasms from a male partner. I saw Payne ejaculate no fewer than three times before the baron let out a groan and Swedish cum spurted from the edges of Payne s stretched asshole.



Still more magic: when DrakeskГіld withdrew from Payne s grateful worshipful ass he was still hard! He turned to me immediately and drawing a scream of both pain-agony and pleasure-joy from me he sank the vicious head into my ass and repeated the incredible performance he had done on my panting exhausted companion.



When he finally pulled back and his dragon s breath again leaked out from me in rivers he smiled down at us. Now you get dressed in the Sverige clothing nej?



As we got dressed I tried to clench my asshole shut. I wanted to keep his jizz inside me. I wanted to soak it up. Absorb it. Have it fuse into my bones. I wanted to be like him.



He handed Payne another set of papers. Train tickets to Stockholm. There you take the ship Gotheborg II to Portugal. From there you go back to America ja?



I couldn t help myself. While he talked to Payne I dropped to my knees and took his wonderful cock into my mouth. I loved the smell. I loved the taste. I loved the impossible size of it. I knew I would never see it again and I knew it had ruined me forever — every cock for the rest of my life would be almost as big as nearly as good as a poor substitute for or nothing like the incredible organ that taught me all about myself in a Swedish castle.



He pulled me to my feet and he kissed us both on the mouth. Then he left the room. Castle attendants took us out to a car that carried us to the nearest town (a two-hour drive).



There we took a train to Stockholm. In our compartment we spoke about DrakeskГіld. Incredible man.



Yes sir. I ve never cummed like that.



We looked at each other. Together we undid our belt-buckles and pulled open our pants. Since he outranked me the lieutenant was first — he sank his cock into me the second man to fuck me. I did him next.



When we finished he smiled sadly. Not his equal.



I nodded. He ruined us for anything less.



Yeah.



We arrived in Stockholm without incident a few days later. We boarded the Gotheborg II again with no problems and from there our trip to Portugal and back the USA was uneventful compared to what had already happened to us. I have often thought about how much more earth-shaking was my experience in Sweden than the little explosion I set in Norway.



We fucked each other all the way back to the USA trying to get as close as we could to the Ultimate. Always failing.



We didn t get back to America until late 1945 and WW II was over. After long debriefings the Army sent Payne and me in different directions. Never saw him again.



I spent the rest of my life trying to find a man who could fuck me as well as a Swedish Viking.



~~~

He used to live in a world where men liked women, but now he loved cock!

Time to Try The Real Thing

Even though my new roommate was straight he never had any problem with me being gay. In fact from the start I think he was intrigued by it. More and more he was hanging out with my gay friends and acting totally comfortable among them unlike many other straights guys I ve known. Brian was a freshman and was assigned as my roommate after my old one dropped out of school. So he was impressionable as he found himself spending time with me and my buddies an older crowd.



One night I came back to our room late and saw I had surprised Brian doing something. He was in bed and as soon as I came into the room he pulled the sheets up over himself his face blushing. I figured I had caught him jerking off. He jerked off a lot. When you share a room with a guy you sense those things you hear those tell-tale noises at night you notice the crumpled-up tissues in the morning.



Hey Brian I said with a leer in my eye. Are you doing something nasty under those sheets?



He didn t say anything. He lay there frozen still blushing. So feeling playful I pulled the sheet off of him. The sight that met my eyes was Brian in all his naked glory and with his dick vividly erect. His dick being hard was no surprise. What was a surprise was another sight — there was a dildo sticking out of his ass!



Looks like someone around here likes to get his butt reamed out.



I– uh– just wanted to feel what it s– uh– like to take something– uh– back there he stammered blushing fiercely looking so cute and appealing like that.



I d been having this feeling about Brian sensing he was just about ready to come out of the closet. He was incredibly good-looking and the co-eds drooled whenever they were near him. And yet he didn t seem to pay much attention to them. What did that mean I often wondered?



I sat down on the edge of his bed and looked down at his cock.



Turn around I said sensing he d gladly do whatever I asked of him now.



He turned around and I gazed at his smooth muscled buttocks the pink rubber dildo hanging obscenely between them. Brian was a dreamboat. He was on the track team and had a runner s lean tight body all sleek and smooth. I took hold of the dildo twisting it around slowly and sensually inside him. He groaned when he felt me do that pushing his butt back against my hand savoring it. Now I was certain I had been correct about him.



Doesn t that feel good? You couldn t move it around in there like that by yourself could you? I asked. Then I brought my lips down to his ear. A rubber one s nice but how d you like to find out what a real cock can do for you?



Once when a friend of mine had decided to probe Brian had sworn that he d never gotten it on with another guy that he was straight. We figured that was probably the case since with us he d have nothing to hide.



He whipped his head around looking at me with those big soulful eyes of his.



I– I would I d like that I really would he whispered.



So now I pulled the dildo out of his ass and set it aside. Then I took off my clothes as Brian watched. He had seen my cock many times but never erect. Now it was erect very erect all nine thick inches of it. His jaw dropped as he stared at it. I had noticed before when we d taken showers in the gym together how Brian would sneak a glance down below checking me out. Straight guys I knew do that too with each other. But there was just something about the way Brian gazed at mine.



Wow you re really hung.



Is it too big? Does it scare you?



Uh– no– it s — it s beautiful I love it!



Hold it then take it in your hand.



His hands trembled a little as he wrapped his fingers around my rigid shaft. He may never have handled another man s cock before but he sure had handled his own plenty. So he knew just what he was doing as he handled mine. And as he massaged my stiff tool he looked up at me with longing eyes. I knew that look well. It was the look of someone who yearned to do whatever you wanted of him it was the look of a bottom. And that was just fine by me because if anything I tend to be a top. I like to sock it to a dude to have him do my bidding.



Suck it! I hissed at him waving it in his face as I reached around with a hand and pressed his head close. He wrapped his lips around it hungrily looking up at me all the while. He had such a handsome face and he looked especially cute right now with his lips stretched open his mouth stuffed with my cock. It was one thing for him to handle my dick with finesse the first he had handled other than his own if he were to be believed — and I did believe Brian. But now he licked and sucked my cock like a natural like he d been doing it forever. Maybe he practiced on that dildo of his or maybe he just had the knack. Some guys they re natural-born cocksuckers from the moment they take the first one in their mouths. My first lover told me I fit that bill myself.



Can I see your ass?



You just what to see it? Is that all?



Uh– no– he stammered blushing again appealingly.



What else then? I teased wanting to hear him say it.



I– I– want to– to lick it! he spat out.



I remembered how back at the gym I had caught Brian not only stealing glances at my dick but checking out my bottom too with equally curious eyes. So now I turned around and pushed that bottom he had admired up to his face reaching back to spread myself open.



Lick my ass! Eat my fuckin asshole! I hissed at him.



He didn t waste a second digging his tongue into my crack lapping away at it like he d seriously been hankering for the taste of a male butt. I let him make a long leisurely and ravenous meal of my butthole before I turned around again.



You never did that before? Eat out a dude s ass rim him?



No never I swear!



You sure as shit seem to have an appetite for it.



And for this he said taking my cock in his mouth again.



He was sucking away at me voraciously he couldn t get enough. But that cock of mine was eager to fill another part of Brian now. That s how all this had started when I caught Brian jamming a dildo up his ass. Now that ass of his was empty. But I was sure he d be happy to have it filled again and I had nine thick inches of filler ready and poised.



Turn over and get up on your elbows and knees I told him as he eagerly assumed the position sticking it out for me. I held his cheeks open. He was still slick in there from the lube he had used with his dildo. But I was few inches longer and good deal thicker than that dildo and Brian despite all the dildo play was still a virgin. I wanted to make sure he enjoyed his first fuck so I knew he needed to be well greased. His tube of lubricating jelly was sitting on his dresser and now I reached for it squeezing a big dab onto my fingers.



Let s get you nice and ready I said slapping the slick jelly into his crack rubbing it in there. He d already worked his dildo up inside himself tonight so right away I jammed three stiff fingers into his eager butthole as he gasped pushing back on my fingers looking over his shoulder at me his eyes blazing with lust now.



You re about to get fucked for the very first time Brian I said driving the point home. You re about to take a cock up your ass. And not just any cock but my nine thick stiff inches. What do you say to that?



I say fuck me bury it inside me fuck the shit out of my tight young ass! he groaned looking back at me excited beyond belief now.



Now I pulled out my fingers and took a moment to look him over. There he was exposed and vulnerable his greased asshole staring me in the face my bullseye. I took hold of my cock and rubbed the big smooth knob against Brian s slick hole.



Yeah I am definitely going to fuck the shit out of you I told him still rubbing my cockhead against his well-lubed hole teasing him as he pressed back with his butt eager to take it. Now I pushed it in working the tip inside. I m definitely into the visual side of sex play so my eyes were glued to the spot where my dick was starting to say a big hello to Brian s greased asshole. Brian really started to gasp and groan now as he felt me work my thick hard inches inside him nice and slow and steady as I held on to his hips. I slid in inch after inch slowly filling him up and stretching him wide open as he begged for it holding nothing back. This was a big moment for Brian his first fuck a moment to remember. And one to remember for me too. There s something that really hits the spot in being the first one to bust open an eager asshole waiting to be violated for the first time. My dick was feeling real good.



Everything okay? I asked wanting to make sure. Though from the way he was moaning and pushing back on it desperately eager to take every thrust deep I sensed it was just fine.



Oh yeah I love this! he panted.



There was such a look of pure fulfillment of happiness in his eyes.



Well I m gonna make sure this is a fuck you ll always remember.



I didn t think I d ever been this turned on. Only twice before had I actually fucked a virgin someone taking it up the ass for the first time. And those two times were definitely not like this one. The dudes then could only take me for a minute begging off saying I was way too big for them. No such complaints were being heard from Brian. Then again I had walked in on him giving his own asshole a solid reaming with a good-sized dildo excellent preparation for my bigger thicker tool. Despite that reaming he d been giving himself he felt incredibly tight now his anal ring snugly gripping my cock. Looking down I loved that sight. The exhibitionist in me and the voyeur too almost craves the look of my dick busting an asshole wide open as much as the feel of it.



I was feeling horny as hell so I was really pummelling him. And he took it like a champ. He began the night as a nineteen year old virgin but he sure was acting like he knew how to take a dick up his ass. That just egged me on his intense desire as I just kept pumping my thick nine inches inside him like a hot horny fucker who can t be stopped really screwing the shit out of his young butt.



Having a good time? I asked.



Oh yeah! he grunted panting like crazy. Fuck my ass fuck it!



I have to say I loved Brian s enthusiasm. And he did his part too pushing back zealously against my vicious thrusts wanting every inch needing it needing it deep and hard. I teased him though toning down the pace now forcing it inside Brian slowly inch by thick inch then pulling out just as slow all the way before I shoved it back in again. I worked in every inch until all nine were buried out of sight in his bottom my big balls slapping against Brian s cheeks as I pumped it inside him. Finally I left all nine inches buried inside him as I twisted it around rotating my hips in a figure-of-eight motion.



Oh God! Oh fuck! I can t believe how great that feels! I ve been wanting it for so long I ve been wanting it from you! he confessed.



Glad to be of service I hissed gruffly in his ear leaning over. I m gonna make you my little fuck boy your ass is going to get to know this dick of mine real well.



Though I m not a strict top and love sucking a dick and taking one inside myself I knew that with Brian it would basically be a matter of me topping him a willing eager bottom. Though I d have to make sure to have a taste of that good-looking dick of his and as a treat let him park it in my ass some time too. But for now some more rough cock work was in store.



So I pushed him down off his knees and flat on his stomach and really started to pulverize his ass doing push-ups on him as I pinned him to the bed. He gasped and groaned and clawed away at the bed sheets as I kept fucking the shit out of his definitely no longer virgin butt the bedsprings creaking as I pounded away at him. Man was he ever eager to submit to my vicious cockwork squirming like crazy as I jackhammered his butt and reamed out his bottom.



Now I dropped down on my side bringing him down on his side against me. This way I could reach around and take hold of his dick. I like it like this especially towards the end having a hard dick as a handle while I keep pumping it in hard.



I m gonna make you cum then I m gonna cum inside you I whispered in his ear.



Wait a little longer okay? I want more I really need it! he begged.



The slut was greedy a real glutton for my cock. Well I was the man for the job. If there s one thing I have it s great control. I can keep it going forever. So I did the rounds with Brian. Pulling out and getting on top coming at him face to face seeing that handsome face grimace from the raw savage pleasure he was feeling from the ferocious hammering into his depths that he was enduring. As I fucked him like this face to face I reached down to massage and stroke his cock.



Shoot it for me Brian I said twisting his cock in my hand. Shoot a nice big load. Let me see you blast it.



Suddenly he gasped and his whole body arched and twitched his cock throbbing in my hand as he unloaded spraying himself with a rich bounty of his own spunk reaching up to his face. And at that very moment I let myself go filling his hot humid newly-fucked bottom with the lavish tribute of my pleasure as I leaned down and kissed him his sticky cum between our lips my own cum bubbling in the hot depths of his sexy young ass.



After he and I had regained our breath I pull out and lay next to him. There was smile of pure contentment on his face now. And with that smile lighting up his serenely handsome face he brought his lips down to my cock and gave it one more loving devoted kiss. I knew that from that moment on Brian was a willing slave to my thick pleasure-giving nine inches.



I feel like a new man he said looking up at me his face blissful.



You should I told him for you have now been fucked!



And not just fucked but fucked by you and your beautiful beautiful cock he whispered tenderly continuing to kiss my still big and swollen but no longer rigid shaft.