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It was beyond surreal. My mind couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. My husband, the world's most homophobic man, was on his knees, sucking a dick.

"Brad?"

His eyes turned to me, but he didn't stop sucking the dick.

"Is this your boyfriend?" she asked.

She had her fingers resting lightly on the top of his head, coaxing him to go a little faster, and she gave me a friendly smile as her dick went in and out of my husband's mouth.

"It's my husband," I said, blinking, wondering if I was seeing things.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. The way he was coming on to me, I thought he was single. I guess I should stop, huh?"

"Ah, well..."

My thoughts were a jumble. She was a strikingly attractive woman. Tall, lithe, well endowed with a sultry look. Everything about her screamed ultimate womanhood, except for that large cock in my husband's mouth.

What had she said? He was coming on to her? That son-of-a-bitch!

"Your call, hon. I'd like to finish, but I'll stop if you want."

"How are you making him do that?" I asked.

"Oh, he's just a little faggot," she said, and gave me a warm smile.

She'd been friendly enough before, but she really seemed to open up now. She motioned me over, and in a soft giggle said; "I can make him do whatever I want. Would you like me to have him do something for you?"

Brad is an asshole. I've wanted to leave him for a long time, and that's before I knew he was screwing around on me. I could hear a whimper of impotent frustration from him as his head bobbed on her cock, and my expression must have been clear to the 'woman' who was fucking his face.

Her arched eyebrow and warning look told me that she wouldn't pass on an order for him to cut his own dick off, so I tried to think of something else.

"Can you make him do things and forget parts of it, like the fact that he was ordered to do them?"

"I think so. Let me give it a try. I'll be done with this in no time."

Her gentle looking hands slid around to the back of his head, and she pulled him onto her cock until he started gagging. A faraway look of ecstasy came over her face, and she humped him so hard that her dress fell down over his head. There was something nasty and exciting about him kneeling there, head up under her dress, arms hanging limply at his sides, and knowing what was going on under there.

I couldn't help myself. I stepped over his legs, pressed myself up against the back of his head, and kissed her with his head trapped between us.

Finished, she let Brad slip to the floor, and stroked a finger down my cheek.

"Would you like to make love to me without my special powers?" she asked.

"Yes, I think I would," I said, brushing the protrusion in her dress.

She smiled, then turned her attention to Brad.

"Stand up, Brad."

He stood.

"None of this happened. Go back to the party, get a large, empty glass, and come back here. You will believe whatever I say, and not see anything unusual about anything your wife or I do. Now go."

"I must be coming down with something," Brad said as we made our way to the bar.

"What's wrong," I asked, sweetly.

"Throat's so sore, it feels like I've been punched. Just started," he said.

"What'll it be, folks," the bartender said.

"Long Island Iced tea," I said.

"Just give me a big, empty glass," Brad said.

The bartender raised an eyebrow, but did as he was asked. Brad paid him for two drinks, and added a tip.

"Hello," she said, when we walked back into the room. "Hi, didn't know anyone was in here," Brad said.

"You want me to fill that up for you, don't you?" she said.

"My name's Brad, and this is my wife, Clair," he said, handing her his glass.

She lifted her dress, stuck her dick in it, and filled it with pee.

"Hi, Brad, Clair," she said, handing it back to him.

He took a sip, and made a face.

"It's a new drink, called fag pee. It's very good. You like it, don't you?"

"Yeah, this is great!" he said, taking another long pull.

"Go lock the door and stand over there. We're going to be sitting here, talking, and you're watching a television on that wall. It's a very interesting movie, and you won't be able to take your eyes off it."

We made slow, gentle, love. She had cum so recently, that there was no urgency in her lovemaking. For my part, I reveled in her every touch. I don't know if she was using her magic on me, but if she was, it was magical anyway. She got an erection at last, and I must confess that it thrilled me. I held her close as we fucked, and all the past years of frustration melted away.

I was kissing her forehead as she rested beside me when she asked, "What did you have in mind for the piss drinker?"

I smiled. He didn't seem all that important, anymore.

"He hates queers. He's been persecuting a young man that works for him, and making his life miserable."

"I can't say that I'm happy to hear that," she said, giving him a hard look.

"I have to check with Danny, make sure that he really is gay, but if he is, I have a wonderful idea."

They both giggled as Clair reveled her diabolical scheme, and within three days, they had everything set up. They had to prove to Danny that they had the power they claimed, but once he was convinced, his attraction to Brad, and his personal fantasy, made their plan even better.

The big night arrived, and at a warehouse out of town, the two 'girls' sat in a comfortable couch and waited for the drama to begin.

"No use yelling, no one can hear you out here," Brad said.

The gag in his mouth muffled Danny's realistic cries. He was tied hand and foot, and slung over Brad's shoulder as he came into the little bedroom they'd set up in a corner of the warehouse.

Brad was very gentle putting him on the bed, and was careful taking the gag out.

"What are you doing, Mr. Johnson?" Danny asked.

"Brad. Call me Brad."

"Let me go, Brad. Please, let me go."

Brad sealed his mouth with a kiss, and got on top of him as he struggled. His hips moved sinuously as he held the younger man down, and it was plain to see how Danny's struggles excited the bigger man.

The kiss, delightful as it was, wasn't enough for Brad. He had to see the flesh of this Adonis, touch his secret places. He slid down, caressed the belt that was guarding heaven, and pressed his face to the bulge between his legs.

"No, stop, don't do that," Danny said.

He hadn't been struggling very hard up until now, probably afraid he'd make it too hard for Brad, but now he realized how strong Brad was, and could live out his fantasy with abandon. He was twisting and kicking with all his might, while Brad held him in place, nuzzling his crotch.

"Let me see," Brad said, undoing Danny's belt, his voice hoarse with lust.

The top button opened under Brad's fingers, and the zipper was pulled down with agonizing slowness. Danny fought him every inch of the way, and even tried to pull his rock-hard cock away from the mouth slowly closing over it.

"You can't do this. It isn't right. Stop, please, stop."

Brad stopped, but very slowly, and only to pull Danny's pants a little further down. The white, cotton briefs seemed to intrigue him, and he put Danny's raging cock back into them and nuzzled the bulge they made. He rubbed his hands on it, sliding them up under Danny's shirt, and it brought an involuntary sigh from Danny.

"I love you," Brad said, trailing kisses down Danny's belly.

He reached the waistband of the underpants, and eased them down, little by little, kissing every new inch of nether belly as it was revealed. Danny kept struggling, and protesting, but his hips moved outside of his control.

Without warning, Brad suddenly stopped. He got up, as we all stared at him, and got undressed.

"You're going to rape me," Danny said, as if it was a shock to him. "You can't rape me, I'm another man, and you could go to jail."

Brad would remember that, along with everything he did to Danny. Only a few things would be forgotten. The way Danny waited while Brad retied a knot that came loose, the fact that his wife and a she-male were sitting on a couch less than three feet away, and the circumstances of how they'd gotten there.

Pre-cum glistened at the tip of Brad's cock as he climbed back on the bed and rolled Danny to his stomach. White cotton stretched over the young man's ass, and Brad kneaded the flesh under them as he stroked his cock. Teasing himself, he slowly pealed the underpants down, revealing the smooth globes of his employee's ass a little at a time.

Dimples formed in that perfect ass when Brad slid the tip of his finger into the hot cleft. The hard buns were squeezing, trying to keep out the searching finger, but it was looking for something delightful, and soon found it.

"Oh no. Not there. Anything but that." Danny said, but Brad was rubbing oil up between his cheeks, and more on his cock.

"What are you going to do? Tell me, what?" Danny said.

"I'm going to fuck you," Brad sighed. "Long and slow, deep and hard. I'm going to put my cock inside you and fuck you 'till I come."

Danny winked at the 'girls', then started crying out, "No, anything but that. Nooo!"

Danny put his heart into it, fighting wildly, madly twisting, and doing everything to escape the cock sliding in and out of his ass. He bucked, wormed his way up the bed, and even tried to turn over, but Brad kept him impaled, relentlessly probing his depths.

Brad was up on the inside of his knees; legs wide, the only point of contact his dick inside Danny. Danny's ass moved wildly, trying to escape, and his cheeks jiggled every time Brad slammed into them. Brad was getting close, everyone could see it, it was in the very air.

He settled down on Danny's back, wrapped his arms and legs around him, holding him tight, and started the final strokes that would bring him release.

It was amazing that Danny had any strength left after struggling so hard for so long, but this was the part he'd dreamed of most of his life. To be raped by a big, strong man, who only wanted to have him, not hurt him. Brad was his perfect lover, and would be fulfilling his fantasies forever.

"No," he cried, lifting them both off the bed. "Nooo."

Mad with passion, Danny writhed like a human dynamo as Brad spilled his seed deep in his bowels.

Dripping with sweat, a puddle of his own cum under his belly, Danny stayed in the warm cocoon of the lover who had taken him. Shuddering aftershocks came down through his body from above, answered by his own.

He'd be getting a pay increase at work tomorrow, and Brad would start grooming him for a higher position. His future was assured, but that paled next to the important part. From now on, whenever he needed his fantasies fulfilled, three magic words whispered in Brad's ear would make them come true. How would it feel to have those lips around his cock and watch the horror in those eyes as he did the unthinkable? How delightful to tell his boss to drop his drawers and bend over any time he wanted to.

His new position was nice, but it was a good thing it was assured. He'd be spending a lot of on-the-job time thinking, and it wouldn't be about company business. He could make Brad do anything he could imagine, and Danny had a vivid imagination.

"That was beautiful, Danny," Clair said. "Will you be by his side at the divorce hearing?"

"If it's okay," he said.

"I think you deserve more than Brad, but if you're happy..."

"I've never been so happy in my life," he said as Brad licked him clean.

-end-




Earning The "A"



I groaned as I walked into my American History classroom. This wasn't the normal groan I gave every day I walked into American History class my senior year in High School, oh no, this was a much more scornful groan. Why? Because unlike every other day I wasn't walking into my classroom during school, instead after school was out, and everyone was going home. I had to make up a test that I missed a week back during an absence of mine.

If there was one thing I hated in school that year it was my American History teachers tests, they were nearly impossible. But if there was one thing I liked in American History, it was Mr. Stanley, my American History teacher. At 28, and as a marine who served in the gulf war, Mr. Stanley was young (probably even younger looking then he was) and had a nice lean muscular body.

Now I don't consider myself gay by any means, but this guy was one hot stud, and as my teacher, and a marine, he was a big dirty fantasy for me. That still didn't help me feel any better about taking one of his damn tests, especially after school.

"Good afternoon Josh." He said in his professional voice. Another turn on about Mr. Stanley for me was that he always dressed in a full dress shirt, tie, suit coat, and suit pants. I wasn't so pleasant with my reply.

"Yeah hi." I grumbled. I was the only one in the room to take the test, I walked up to his desk where he handed the test and the answer sheet. I took a seat in the first row and got to work. Well, for about 2 minutes before I realized as I skipped almost every question, that I didn't know any of them!

My grades were good all except for in American History, and this would only drag it further in the hole. I needed a good grade on this test, but their was just no chance in hell I could get it. I answered the few questions that I could, scribbled in some guesses, and with a total test taking time of 10 minutes I was done with what I could and got up and went to his desk.

Mr. Stanley was correcting papers, as I stepped up in front of his desk he didn't look up. "Do you have a question Josh?" He asked.

"No... I don't have a clue about this test Mr. Stanley, I'm done!" I replied disgusted.

"Done?!" He looked up shocked! "Well, that can't be good Josh." He replied

"Man Mr. Stanley is their something I can do for some points on this test!" I pleaded, knowing I was grasping at something that wasn't there. Mr. Stanley never gave extra credit.

"What do you mean Josh?! Extra Credit!?" He asked, as if what I had proposed was utterly ridiculous.

"Mr. Stanley, anything! I'll wash your car! I'll cut your grass for the rest of my life!" I begged.

"Anything Josh?" He probed.

"Anything!" I replied hastily.

He got up, and walked over to the door turning the lock, I hardly noticed any significance to it as he continued speaking. "All right Josh. Back in Desert Storm, when a guy needed something, they gave their ass up for it in return."

I was caught of guard by his sudden less professional attitude, and also at his statement. I wasn't quite sure I understood what he meant. "Excuse me Mr. Stanley? I'm not sure I underst-" I started

"You want me to help you out on this test Josh, then you help me out on something I've needed for a while now. That is, unless you want the grade you've earned on this test." He smugly replied.

Was I understanding my young hot bodied former U. S soldier of an American History teacher? Did he want to fuck me for an A on my test? If so, does he think it's actually some sort of punishment for me? It didn't take me long to decide, but I didn't make myself look to anxious.

"Okay Mr. Stanley, I'll do anything!" I replied after all these thoughts processed in my head.

"Then get under my desk!" He commanded! I liked hearing him command me like that. I crawled under his desk as he walked back from the door that he'd just locked, the only door into the room. He got into his seat with me on my hands and knees underneath the desk. My face was practically in his crotch and my breath became faster as I sweat in anticipation. Mr. Stanley reached to the zipper of his dress pants and unzipped them. He then reached into his open fly, and seconds later pulled out his semi hard cock.

I had a decent but not perfect view of his manhood from the limited light under the desk, he wasn't even completely hard yet and I could tell he was hung! I gulped nervously. I'd never sucked a mans penis before. But hey, I've had mine sucked by a woman before and I know what I like. I hoped it was what Mr. Stanley liked.

"What are you waiting for Josh! Suck my dick, and That's an Order!" He demanded, his words only excited me, and I dived in opening my mouth and blindly moving in on it. It slapped off my cheek first and I backed off a bit to try again this time the head of his quickly stiffening cock bounced on my lips before I got it into my mouth.

I heard him moan as I closed my lips around it. I hadn't gotten much of it into my mouth but it was the best I could do on my first time. I grabbed a hold of his shaft and began slowly masturbating him as I bobbed my head up and down on my teachers hot moist cock. He was getting harder and larger by the second as I continued mouth fucking this Desert Storm Veteran. I got a few more moans out of him as I sucked him off.

"Oooooo yes Josh, that's how you earn an A." He muttered between long moans. I continued bobbing my head up and down on my teachers penis, and as I began going faster and faster Mr. Stanley began moving his hips up and down in his chair forcing his cock towards the back of my throat and then back out again.

As I fought from gagging and continued jacking off his rock hard member he became more and more intense in his hip bucking until I was getting a full fledged mouth fucking from under my teachers desk and he was panting heavily and muttering "Oh Fuck Yeah!" Over and over. I picked up the pace as I became totally focused on jamming my hot young teachers cock down my throat. I didn't even notice the aching pain of my erection stuck in my pants.

"Oh fuck your gonna make me cum you little bitch!" He proclaimed. As I felt his muscles tighten in my grip around his cock I braced myself for a huge shot of cum, but at the last moment Mr. Stanley pulled out, his huge shlong making a popping sound as it pulled out from my lips.

"Get out here you bitch! If you want an A your gonna get that sweet little ass fucked!" he demanded. I was totally horny by now I didn't care what he would do to me. I crawled out from under his desk and stood up, wiping spit from my chin. Mr. Stanley stood up, and took of his suit coat, tossing it to the floor. He then undid his dress shirt buttons, and let it drop to the floor. For the first time I got a look at his marine trained upper body. His chest was hairless, he had rock hard pecks, a very well defined six pack, and his arm muscles were huge for his average sized frame.

Then he unbuttoned his pants, and let them drop to the floor, standing only in his boxers, with his cock hanging out of the open slit in the front. He pulled them off and stepped out of them. I was totally awe stricken. He had a small patch of reddish brown hair (The color of his military style shaved head) that lead from his six packed belly button region down to the thatch of it that covered the base of his cock. His prick itself was startling. I don't have much to compare it with but it was much larger then my 6 inches. I looked minuscule to his monster. I'd say his was a huge 8 and a half inches no exaggerations, and very thick. I felt a slight bit of fear when I thought of that monster going up my virgin asshole.

He then turned to his desk drawer, giving me a view of his hairless ass, that was so tight and muscular I wanted to get on my hands and knees and rub it down while I licked around it. He opened and shut the drawer, and turned back to me, he had a bottle of lube.

"We'll Josh, get out of those clothes!" He ordered. I snapped out of my trance at his tight military body, and realized it was my turn. I was very embarrassed to have to take off my clothes after that, but nothing was gonna stop me from being fucked by that stud. I pulled off my T-shirt. I'm average weight and height, but I'm really boyish looking for my age of 18. I had no chest hair to speak of, and very little under arm and no facial hair. I was fit, but not very muscular like he was. Next I undid my jeans and let them, and my boxers drop to the floor at the same time, I was going as fast as I could I was so excited. My penis was already rock hard and ready to go but paled in comparison to his. I also had very little pubic hair. He eyed me up and I think I saw a smile form on his face.

"Lean over the desk." He ordered. I did so, and spread my legs as far as I could. Mr. Stanley came behind me and I heard him ponder, "Hmmm, this is going to be a tight fit."

I heard him open the bottle and squeeze some out, then I felt his hands feeling my ass, he spread the cheeks with one hand, and began whipping it all over my asshole with the other. I jumped as he slipped a finger in my virgin butt hole to lube the inside as well. Then he was lubing up his fuck pole. I waited half scared and half excited as hell. His hands again parted my cheeks, and I felt the head of purple monster touch my puckered and lubed hole.

He had no remorse shoving it in. As easy as it went in with all the lube, it still hurt like hell to have something shoved up my ass for the first time, especially something as mammoth as my History teachers ram rod! He slowly inched up as far as he could as I winced in pain, and then he pulled almost all the way back out, before thrusting it in again.

I moaned in mixture of pain and pleasure, as he pulled out and thrust back in again. He began going faster and groaned. "Fuck you've got a real fucking tight ass Josh!"

With that he began slamming me as hard as he could. The sound of his huge balls slapping off my ass as he pumped in and out was so loud I was surprised no one outside who might be left in the halls could hear. As he continued to ram me without mercy the pleasure began over taking the pain as I realized I was being ass fucked by my hot stud of a history teacher. I began to moan and buck my hips in unison with his intense ass ride!

As Mr. Stanley tightly gripped my hips the pace got to a blinding speed for a few minutes, and then died down, both of us dripping with sweat. Mr. Stanley kept a hold of my waist and stepped back bring me, still skewered by his huge member, down with him as he sat in his chair.

"Ride me little bitch! Ride my cock for that A!" He demanded. I was so turned on I just grunted in reply and bounced up and down on his engorged prick. My hairless ass slapped off his lap and his balls as he sat in his chair and I rode his cock like a wild bull.

"How's that you Marine fucking stud!" I moaned through clenched teeth as I gave him a ride bouncing violently up and down. The hair at the base of his cock brushed against my ass as I took his full 8 and a half meat all the way up my anal hole. He gripped my waist again and began lifting me up and down on his cock with his huge arm strength, even faster and harder then I could bounce.

"Oh shit I'm gonna cum in your ass bitch!!!" as he slammed me one more time and then let me drop down onto his cock, completely burying it. This took me over the edge and my balls tighten. Without even touching my dick I blew my jizz up and all over Mr. Stanley desk, just as stream after stream of cum from his intense orgasm blasted up into my asshole.

When the orgasms subsided, I collapsed down onto my teachers hot sticky prick, and he reached around onto the desk and with a red pen, wrote a big A over my test paper.


-end-




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Finally

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Finally, he was mine.

In the sixth grade I transferred to another school and was faced with the usual problems of adjusting to new courses and teachers and with trying to decide who of my new classmates I would like to get to know better. Even at age 10 I realised that I found no attraction for girls, and that I held an unusual "admiration" for those boys that seemed to stand out in my mind above the rest. It was at the end of my first week at school that I met Bobby. We were always friendly with one another but never close friends. That was in the sixth grade.

As elementary school passed into junior high, and that in turn became those final four years, things changed. By the eleventh grade Bobby and I had somewhere along the way fallen into the same circle of friends. For some reason, none of us dated with any kind of frequency. Actually, they were the ones that seldom dated. I NEVER saw the need for any sort of female companionship. Over the years of junior high, my sexual awareness and male oriented desires rapidly developed. By the eleventh grade, I was pretty well experienced in most forms of man loving activity. I guess I was pretty lucky, as I never truly experienced any sort of painful or guilt-ridden "coming-out" period. For me, being gay was as natural as the development of my muscles and the sprouting of thick, soft hair under my arms and around the maturing dick I jacked-off so frequently. All through that period of growth also evolved an almost obsessive goal to one day take Bobby to bed. As our junior year progressed, I began to see a strong possibility of getting what I wanted.


Our friendship grew very close to the point of often excluding our other friends from our Friday and Saturday nights of party filled mischief. It wasn't uncommon for us to spend those nights together at one or the other's house, so of course I had ample opportunity to see him naked, often. In fact, he really didn't care too much for clothing, choosing to spend any reasonably safe time either alone or with me in nothing but his underwear if even that. God, was he ever hot: a boyishly handsome face with piercing deep brown eyes, thick dark hair, and that "all round athlete" type body that was perfectly muscled. But the ace of the whole package was his legs and the cock that hung between them. Strong, high arched feet supported a pair of super-defined thickly formed calves and thighs. If you ever watch pro soccer then you get the idea. We used to talk all through the night and at first I actively contributed to the conversation but would soon find myself looking up and down his legs, from the feet slowly upward along the inside of his hairy legs, taking in every detail of them, feeling my heart beat faster and my temperature increase. As he would be rambling on and on about who knows what in a stoned or drunken haze, my eyes and imagination would be licking the tops of his inner thighs, visualising my hands brushing back and forth through the extra thick hair that was there cushioning his free swinging sack of balls and that dick he loved to show off.


In the beginning, I don't think he realised that I would be sitting or lying around near him getting hornier and hornier, always having to devise some way to at least try to conceal my inevitable hard-on. Hell, he saw us as just best friends, nothing implied by these long fucked-up nights and nude caucuses. We could talk to each other about anything and sex was often a popular topic. There was always the juvenile mentions of this girl or that girl and that one's boobs and this one's pussy. He would talk and describe; I would occasionally voice a token comment or two, but my real conversation wasn't with regards to what he was saying.....I was talking to the prettiest crotch in the world and patiently waiting for his thick hunk of dick to respond. And he never caught on.....at first.


One Saturday night near Christmas of that year we had gone home to his house after a long night of partying. We were pretty fucked up, but much more high than drunk. After a while of talking, listening to music and whatnot, we decided to watch television, and that always meant getting in bed and soon passing out. Naked as usual, we climbed in and started looking for something to watch. Nothing. A really boring night on the tube. I was feeling pretty grungy after hours of partying, so I got up saying that I was going to go take a shower. I think that I really planned to beat off, but the steam coming from the hot water started feeling so good that I jumped on in and started lathering up. I pointed the nozzle away so I could get my crotch really soapy and slick. So there I was, yanking on my growing meat with one hand and playing with my perked-tits with the other when Bobby came barging in (I forgot that he wasn't too drunk and then remembered how high and horny he seemed). Over the water I heard him saying that a shower didn't sound like a bad idea at all and would I please hurry up. What I couldn't see through the hot mist and shower door was his cock, hard and rude, being firmly massaged with his hand. I quickly shut off the water, praying that my own erection would subside enough to not lash out at him when I had to reach for the towel. When I opened the shower door, I saw Bobby with his big legs spread wide, one foot propped-up on the seat of the toilet, the other on the floor, and the best hard-on I had ever seen him come up with oozing big thick strands of juice that slowly dripped from his pisser, down his thighs, and onto the floor. He was just standing there, staring with a horny lust-filled look that I had only hoped ever to see. Watching him slowly pump the pre- liminary jizz from his bulging rod, I either forgot or gave up on any pretense of hiding my own cocked-toy.

"You look about like I feel," he said, increasing his hold and his stroking. "Why don't you come on out of the shower and see if we can't `talk' about a few more things, like all the things we've never let our dick's say to each other; I mean, mine's been wanting to talk to your's for almost as long as your's has mine." That son of a bitch.....for how long he had wanted the same thing that I did, I really don't know....but I sure as hell didn't care. He insisted on helping me out of the shower by grabbing me at the base of my cock, his rough hand encircling my shaft and balls. I was pulled out of the shower and into that heaven, touching his sweaty, strong scented body, landing right between his legs, hard horny crotch to hard horny crotch. For a minute, we just stood there.

Part II

Not hesitating, just magnifying each other's apparent months and years of yearning and lust. And then it really started. I felt his arms starting to reach around and engulf me. I didn't waste a minute in doing the same. My lips moved on to meet his. We kissed hard and wet, letting our tongues eat each other out, going in and out of our mouths, pulling back a little to see our mouth cocks momentarily hold onto our hot spit before letting it slowly drip down our chins and roll slowly down our bodies and start wetting-up our already sticky crotches. We pumped our pelvises as far and as hard into each other as we could. I pulled my mouth away from his, aiming towards his armpits. I couldn't wait to finally really smell and taste Bobby after a long day of "jocking around" and partying out. That scent made my cock grow so fucking big I thought I would soon explode...but I had to hold it back. I wasn't going to waste any of this first time. We wrestled and tugged with every part of our bodies as possible, finally falling to the floor of the bathroom. My head moved on to his tits and I sucked them like no other starving baby could. I let my thick spit pool-up on his chest and then smeared it all over his chest and stomach, eating out his belly's tight hole. I felt his throbbing hunk of meat pulsing under my chest and throat. I was humping the hell out of the tile floor. As I moved on to my payoff, he swung himself around and started tounging the tip of my dick, drinking as much of the hot dripping prespunk as he could get. I pushed my mouth down hard on his cock, making it go in down to the hilt so I could smell his heated crotch, just like I had fantasized for years.

He bucked and bucked his meat in and out of my throat and then pulled it out, commanding me to eat his balls, to get them wet and slimy, to suck them till they turned blue. I did. All the while he was getting hotter and faster with my piece of meat. He ate the piss slit like I had only imagined it could be done. His tongue and lips fucked that little hole, making the hottest mix of jizz and piss to come spewing out at erratic intervals, infrequency turning to steady streaming. We were both getting so fucking hot. Closer and closer to coming. Our bodies were bucking and pumping each other in every part and hole possible. Faster and faster our breathing was coming. Our bodies were convulsing in sex tensed spasms. I knew it and he knew it that IT, everything we were "shooting for" was about to do just that. In the strongest hold and the hottest lip fucking kiss that either of us had ever dreamed of, we both shot our loads, cords and strands of hot stinking cumm, reeking of all the lust filled time we had been friends. We showered in each other's sticky sperm, trying to lick and eat everything that we could lap up. We sucked and tongued to get the last drops that could be had, slowing our pace little by little until we were just grinding into each other slowly, now and again, but each holding the other as tight as we could. With the sound of Bobby's hot heavy panting I finally let my head come to rest on the upper inner part of his hunky thigh. With my arms holding his chest tightly, the ether of his sex soaked dick and balls put me to sleep. I remember dreaming that I hoped to never wake up, but if I did, let this be a never ending way of life for the two of us.

That was fifteen years ago, and Bobby and I still find the time, even in the hectic life of an adult to do this same sort of thing at least four times a week...Hopefully soon I can tell you about some of the other "firsts" that he and I explored. It's a good thing that we appreciate the virtues and values of having a large tile-floored bathroom, and have never really grown up in some ways....after all, we have one of the best playrooms in town.

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Summer Break



One hot summer...

Summer break, my freshman year of college, all I wanted to do was kick back and party. And that's just what I did for the first week or so, until my dad stepped in. Like most parents, he felt a young man like myself should be out there working the summer, not wasting it. One of my dad's friends suggested I work with his son painting houses. I wasn't thrilled with the idea. It wasn't so much the work (the thrill of watching The Price is Right was gone). It was because this guy's son was someone I had though to be real asshole in high school. He was one year older than me, and in high school, that single year felt like a huge gap. Even so, I remembered Rick as being this cocky jock with a bad attitude. The idea of working all summer with him was so depressing...and there seemed to be no way out. My dad had already accepted on my behalf (I hate when that happens!) for the job. The next morning I drove over to meet Rick.

I was a little late -- like I said, I didn't want this job -- I was on vacation! Rick immediately gave me a hard time, telling me how long the lines were going to be now at the paint store, etc. Great start to a great summer, huh? Those first few days were pretty stressful. We were working on some beautiful homes and this was the first time I'd ever painted. So I was concentrating real hard ..on Rick, trying to do things exactly as he did. Pretty soon he eased up on me -- I think his ego liked the fact that I was following the master! And then things started to change. Instead of eating lunch by myself, Rick started inviting me to go with him to McDonald's or the deli. On days when we'd get paid, he treat us to a 6-pack of cold Rolling Rocks, which we'd drink in the back of Rick's pick-up...ta lking about almost anything. I was falling in love...fast! By now I no longer had to watch Rick work -- I knew his every move -- and yet I found myself transfixed by his body. It was as perfect as I could imagine -- muscular, and tight. When we painted exteriors or interiors on houses with no air conditioning, he'd take his tank top off. It was on days like this that I often found myself tripping over a carpet or nearly losing a bucket of paint from a ladder!


I tried not to let Rick catch my gaze, but I guess he had already figured things out. The next night he asked if I had any plans ( I did, but of course said "no, why?") He said his folks were heading out of town, and he was going to throw a party at the house. Great! And the party was great, not so much because of Rick's friends, which all of sudden accepted me like I'd been their closest buddies in high school, but more because Rick seemed to be focusing all his attention on me. And I loved every moment of it. I made a poit point of being the last one at the house (subtle, huh?) Rick asked if I wanted to take a dip in the pool. We ran out to the back, grabbing a few more beers along the way (like we really needed them!) Next thing I know, Rick has stripped off his cut-offs and is diving off the board. I couldn't get my pants off quick enough (In fact, I remember I knocked over my beer in the process). I dove in and swam up to Rick. He pushed me under, playfully, and we wrestled in the water for a few minutes. And then I noticed Rick had the biggest, stiffest, most beautiful hard-on I had ever seen. As usual, Rick was quick to catch my glance, and his eyes dropped to my hard-on. without a word, he pulled me tight to his body and, moments later, we found our lips touching. I almost came right there in the pool, but Rick said "come on, let's go inside". We did...to his room, where we kissed and sucked each other all night long. In the morning, we showered together, coming once more in each other's arms. We headed off to our next job...and that night to our next blow job. I didn't waste another moment that summer, and my dad said I was the hardest working guy he'd ever seen! Well, the work was hard that summer...and so was the play! As for Rick, well what happened after that summer is another story...I'll tell you that another time if you'd like.

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First Time Touched



My buddy told me this story about the first time any guy first touched him "that way" and for him it was the "beginning".

I was about thirteen..the age when jacking off is something you do continually interupted by other things like school, toilet, eating and sleeping. Well my constant boner was recognized by everyone at home..my sisters, brothers, mom and dad. One Saturday I woke up and saw my StepDad sitting on my bed. He was smiling and I smiled back. He pulled down the sheets and saw I was nude. My brother had gotten me to start sleeping in the nude when I was twelve. He told me he wanted to see how big I was in the morning. My dick was hard but started to shrink when he pulled the sheets down. He told me to pump it..and I was nervous but I did. His smile, quiet talk and his hands feeling my chest, nipples, stomach, thighs and cupping my balls...made my dick get harder then it ever had been.

He urged me to show him how I jacked off and I did. We took some time....I was getting over the novelty of jacking in front of someone..let alone my StepFather. He kept tellin gme how hot I looked and I saw his own crotch was getting hard..since he was wearing only his boxers. I kept looking at it and he asked if it would help for me to see his dick too. I nodded and stared as his big thick dick was pulled out of his boxers. It was the first time I could look at another guys dick without worrying if anyone would catch me. I was jacking so hard that my dick hurt. When I came it splattered all over his hairy chest and my body too. I kept saying I was sorry and asking if I should clean it up. He said not yet..I didnt know what he meant. Another Saturday this all happened again and I shot all over his body again..and he told me how to clean it up.


I licked it off his hairy body and that gave me another hard on. Well it went on like this until I had sucked his dick, been fucked by him and truly loved it. One Friday night I came into my room and saw my bed was taken apart which left only my brothers bed. He was home from college and so I didn't know where I was supposed to sleep. He came in and told me. We slept together and fucked for the first time. He said our StepDad had given me to him for his graduation gift. It all sounds like a porn story or a fuckbook plot..but it really happened.

My friend and I were fuck buddies at the time when he told this to me. I began to change things a bit and we played out fanasies of me being his Dad. Our relationship changed from fuck buddies to lovers and we still are....Im his Daddy and except for when he visits his brother, we have lots of fun.

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