Then, we slowly eazed into a conversation about doing stuff with other guys...

"If a friend proposed to you that he would suck your dick, if you sucked his, and he swore no one would ever know, would you?" I asked.

"I think so... i dunno. I would have to trust him alot, and know he would never tell." Derek replied. We sat in silence. Both thinking about what that meant.

"You know, your a good friend of mine. I trust you alot to talk about shit like that with you." I said, staring up at the ceiling. He agreed. AFter another moment of silence, i sat upright on the edge of my hamock, facing his laying  body. I reached out and pressed my hand on his blanket over his dick, witch i could feel was hard. He just looked at me.

"You swear you wouldnt tell anyone?" He asked. I knodded. I had to admit, as into girls as i was, i was very curious to see how giving head felt like. I had recieved it from a girl before, but only once.

I looked around, and saw it was dark and didnt see anyone. I leaned down on my knees by the couch, and lifted his blanket, and reached inside. His dick was out of his pants and hard as rock. I looked at him, and he just stared back wide eyed. I leaned my head under the blanket and could barely see his 5 inch penis. I just looked at it in my hand for a minute, and thought about what i was about to do. I leaned forward, and touched the side with my tongue. I felt Derek quiver. Then i licked the tip a little, and kissed it. I quickly pulled out from under, and led him quietly into my backyard.

In the corner of my yard, out of sight of the windows, was a large wooden work bench. A blanket was strewn over it, hanging down the sides to make a little fort inside we had been chillen in a while earlier, and eating snacks. There were lawn chars around it as well.

"Sit on one of the chairs, up against the table. Lay the blanket around your legs. This way, if my parents get up and look out here, they wont see me but they'll see you. You can say i went to the bathroom or something." I whispered. He agreed, and sat as i told. I crawled under the table and could see his legs sticking under. I crawled between them, and pulled his still hard dick out. I was about to give a blowjob. I couldnt beleive it. What would i do when he came? Did i want it in my mouth? We'll see.

I leaned between his thighs, and took his dick into my warm wet mouth. I heard him lightly moan. I sat and sucked, not sure how to do it right. I tried to remember how the girl had done it to me. I started move my mouth back and forth on his cock, sucking gently. I decided to use my tongue, and waved it under his dick as i sucked. He kept quivering and breathing heavily. It didnt taste so bad. Just like sucking my own finger only bigger. Then i started kinda getting into it.

I began to bob back and forth faster, sucking harder. I tried to go further down, but felt his dick kind of gag me. So i pulled back. I was determined to go all the way like in the porns i had watched. So i kept sucking and slowly going further down his dick. Spit was dripping from my lips, down my chin and his balls. It was very noisy, i kept making slurping and sucking noises. I was loving it! I began to want him to cum. I tried to deepthroat again, and choked hard. I pulled back, and spit out a mouthfull of saliva. He moaned. I leaned back in and licked the tip, and rubbed my wet lips on the head. Then i just sucked on the head while my hand was wrapped around the base. His hips bucked a little as i sucked.

I removed my hand and began bobbing down far and up again, sucking hard. Listening to my slurping and his little moans and deep breaths. His legs shook and i knew it was coming. I sucked harder, and faster. Then suddenly a thick, warm, gooey, salty blast hit the back of my throat. I gagged and pulled back, coughing. Another spat out and hit my cheak, and my lips. I leaned back again, not wanting cum all over my shirt and sucked on the head really hard, as a few more gobs popped into my mouth, on my tongue. I swallowed as much as i could. Then it stopped coming. I felt a little bit leak out, as i licked the tip in my mouth. His body stopped shaking and his moaning faded. I sucked a little more to drain it, and pulled back. He quickly climbed under the table with me, and looked at me wide eyed. His cum was dripping from my lips, down my chin.

"That was fucking amazing. You did hella good." He said. I smiled nervously, and whiped my face off on the hanging blanket.

"My turn dude. You owe me." I said, sitting back. But he laid down on his side, and closed his eyes. I was worried.

"Aaahhh! Man im tired. Cant we do it tomorrow or something, that hella killed me." He said. I was totally bummed. But at the same time i wasnt as bummed as i figured i'd be. I was surprised at my level of happiness. I felt some how done... as though sucking him off was my only goal. It was fun. And i guarantee i'd do it again.

THE END

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be ........

Now on to how my fantasy came true. It was a Monday and after a long hard day of school I decided to go lift some weights. Expecting the normal football team to be there they weren't. No one was there except for the gym couches, but they only come in to check on us every few hours. I started to work out and after 45 minutes or so I heard the door open and I looked to see Frank come in and saw that he was startled to see no one else in here. I noticed he didn't see me and he walked into the locker room.

After another 45 minutes or so I decided to head home and so I walked into the locker room to take a shower. As I got to my locker I began to hear some type of moaning. I listened carefully to try and find where it could be coming from. I started to walk to the end of the line of lockers to see the other side of the lockers when I was startled to see Frank hunched over the bench butt naked, ass in the air and his 2 fingers fingering his asshole as his other hand was jerking his visible 8 1/2 inch cock. Still moaning I took a step back to try and stay hidden, but still see what I still thought was a dream.

The guy who has all the women drooling over him is fingering his asshole and jerking himself off in the boys locker room. After a few minutes of watching him penatrate his ass I noticed my raging hard on could not take it anymore and I decided to take a risk. I stepped into the opening and said in a soft low voice "Having fun?". Frank immedietly jumped back and tried to cover himself up. I took a few steps toward him and put my hands up slightly and kept saying "Hey, hey man calm down its alright".

I saw him start to relax a little more seeing that I did not care that he was jerking himself off in the boys locker room probably thinking about guys. I said to him softly "Frank Sanchenzo, never thought I would see the day you would be fingering your ass. He quickly responded in an angered toned voice "Hey man I'm not gay! I just wanted to see why all the fags in this school liked this so much. Its stupid and I hated it." I smiled and said "Aw, thats to bad that you aren't gay. I would have really liked to suck that dick of yours". He was about to say something that seemed like another angered statement, but he stopped and his eyes widened "What?" he said. 

I started to walk over to him not being able to control my body. I moved his hands that were covering his cock which was still hard and oozing with cum and I got on my knees. I took his 8 1/2 inch cock right into my mouth tasting my very first dick and it felt amazing. I heard him moan in a soft tone and I knew what I was doing was right. I sucked and sucked until load after load of cum went into my mouth and I was proud of myself that I swallowed every last drop.

I stood up after giving his dick one last lick and I looked him in the eyes which were now filled with satisfied pleasure. "You suck dick better than any girl I have ever been with. How many guys have you been with?" he asked me. "None" I replied. "You are my first dick I sucked and I hope the first dick that I can take into my ass. His eyes widen and then he grinned. "I first have to return the favor" he said. He got on his knees and started to take my sports shorts off and then following my boxers. I took off my shirt when he took a hold of my now erect cock and gave it a teasing lick before he took my entire cock into his warm wet mouth.

Frank did really well for his first dick just like I was for with his. He sucked my dick all the way to the base and then he would start to massage my balls. In complete pleasure I felt my knees weaken as load after load went into his mouth and just like I did he swallowed every bit of it. When he stood up I gave him a passionate kiss which made him swap my cum from him mouth into mine. I enjoyed the taste of myself and I began to move my hands toward his ass and I squeezed his perfect butt. We stopped kissing and he looked and me and grinned. He knew what I wanted from him and he wanted the same.

He turned around and bent over the bench once more sticking his beautiful ass out for a better view of his tight neatly shaven asshole. Without any warning my head started to move to his ass and then my tongue started to lube his asshole. I went at his pink hole for a good 5 minutes until I decided it was enough and I stood up and put the tip of my dick at the rim of his asshole. I spit on my dick to lube it up and I started to thrust forward. He jerked forward a little bit, but I was not going to take that. I waited to long for this and I was going to have it my way so I grabbed his hips and pulled him toward my dick and thrust myself into him. He let out a loud moan.

"AH!!!" he yelled. "Shut up you stupid slut! You are getting what you have always wanted!" I yelled back at him. I was thrusting myself faster and faster into him and after each thrust his sounds of pain started to turn into sounds of pleasure. I knew he was loving this and so was I. His tight ass just squeezed around my already raw cock as I thrust in and out of him. This went on for a good few minutes until I felt my load start to come. "Get ready to take my cum into this sweet ass you slut!" I yelled after smacking his ass real hard. "FUCK ME!" he yelled. "FUCK YOUR ASS SLUT!" he yelled again. We were both moaning and yelling so loud I'm pretty sure the whole school heard us and I knew we would end up getting caught, but I did not care and neither did Frank.

 I shot load after load into his cream filled asshole and he loved every bit of it and so did I. I took my dick out of his raw ass and I turned him over. I noticed that the bench was covered in his cum and I gave a little chuckle. I sat him down right on his cum spot and I began to suck him again until his cock was hard again which did not take long. I stood up and I got closer to his body. I started to lower myself on to his dick. Because I was going in raw it hurt like a bitch, but I enjoyed what I was doing. As soon as his dick was fully inside of me and I was comfortable I started to move up and down. "Ah!!!" I moaned. By now I was going crazy on his cock because now the pain subsided and the pleasure had taken over.

 I was bouncing like crazy and you just heard my balls slap against his bare chest and he started to lick my nipples. I kept bouncing and bouncing even after I felt him shoot his load into my asshole. I was loving his cock and I just kept bouncing until his cock got hard again and he came once more. Still inside me we made out for what seemed like hours. I finally got off of him and we both took showers. Walking out of the locker room after we got dressed I grabbed his ass and whispered in his ear "Fun day. We will for sure do that again tomorrow" and he grinned.

 Hope you all enjoyed my story!

Any feedback is welcomed!

    I went into my moms room and put on the tape. It showed him changing but he was weraring boxers to go under his pj's. We went to bed. He slept on the floor and i slept in my bed.

     I thought of where to put the camera overnight. In the morning, I woke up, put it on the toliet bowl, and covered it with a towel. I knew he would have to go to the bathroom, especially in the morning. When he came out I ran in and grabbed the camera. Again, I told him I'd be right back.

      I put the tape on in my mom's room and I saw it. It was pretty big just a little bigger than mine. I started to get hard. So i jerked off with the tape playing in the background. Afterwoods, I felt horrible. I had betrayed my best friend. I went into my room and told him everything. I told him how sorry I was and I gave him the tape. I told him I would understand if he never wanted to speak to me again.

       The first words he said, with a smile, were " You wanna jerk off with me right now?" I said "oh yeah" We jerked off to some lesbians eating each other out on the internet. But every once and a while we would glance over just to see who's cock was bigger.

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

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

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

  

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

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

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

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

"Dammit I hate bets!"

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

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

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

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

"Wanna play truth or dare?", said Mark

"I'm in!"

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

"Okay"

"You can go first Chris" said Mark

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

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

"What do you mean?"

"You know, suck Chris's dick."

"What?!"

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

"Fuck!"

"Chris drop your pants. Erick, proceed"

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

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

"Dare"

"I dare you to fuck Erick in the ass"

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

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

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

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

"Mark? Are you gay?"

"No Erick I'm not. why?"

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

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

"Deal"

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

"That Erick in make-up."

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

"Not at all"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And my heart sank.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Nice house,’ he said. ‘Nice view.’

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

‘Beer?’ I asked.

‘Cheers.’

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

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

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

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

Instinctively I offered him a cigarette.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Photography,’ I said simply.

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

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

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

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

‘Oh,’ he said blankly.

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

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

‘I only photograph male nudes.’

‘Oh.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Would you take a picture of me?’

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

‘No, I mean like them in the book.’

‘Nude?’

‘Yeah.’

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

‘I wouldn’t tell her.’

‘So what would you use the pictures for?’

‘I dunno. Forget it.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Don’t move,’ I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Look at the camera,’ I said.

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

‘Relax,’ I laughed. He frowned.

‘What?’

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

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

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

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

‘O.k.’

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

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

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

‘Straight up?’ he said incredulously.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Sure.’

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

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

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

‘Sorry mate.’

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

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

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

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

‘What?’

‘Get in the bath.’

‘Sure?’

‘Yup.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Feels great,’ he murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Yeah, that’s great,’ he said.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Suck me,’ he whispered.

‘I didn’t hear you,’ I lied.

‘Suck me,’ he said it louder.

‘I can’t hear you.’

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

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

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

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

‘You first,’ I said.

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

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

And then I felt myself about to unload.

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

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

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

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

‘Wank me please,’ he said desperately.

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

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

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

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

‘Jesus,’ he said, ‘I’m gunna….’

‘I know, just let it happen.’

‘Wank my cock… oh fuck.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled and said “See you then.”

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

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

“How lucky am I?” I thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only if you call me Daddy.” He said.

Part II Coming soon…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 All for now,bye.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

            ‘What do you think you’re doing?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His expression did not change and my confidence waned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

            ‘Look…’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

            ‘You dirty bastard,’ the older cop shouted.

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

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

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

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

‘Yes sir,’ I gasped back weakly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deeper! What the fuck did he mean?

           

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I dropped the bag and did as I was instructed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

            ‘I…’

            ‘Eh? Do you want more boy?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I licked his precum from the tip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

            ‘Yes please sir,’ Mike replied eagerly.

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

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

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

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

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

The lashing from the belt had stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                                                          

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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